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[royal-food]

Frozen Chocolate Covered Banana Bites

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[webslingingslasher]

Care less

for the frat!peter girlies.

Peter blames his aunt. 

May went and raised him to look forward to the middle of february. She would make little boxes and handwritten notes tied up with a fun-sized candy bar. May told him it was a day to celebrate love in its entirety. For a friend, for a teacher, for just the sake of love existing everywhere you went. 

Except, not everyone likes valentine's day. Some even hate it. Some would loathe the day so much that Peter feels like an idiot for caring. Dinner reservations that were going to be ignored, flowers that would go wilted and chocolates that were never going to get eaten. 

Peter has a handful of nothing and the one time he really wanted to outperform himself, it was brushed off and it was his aunt’s fault for getting his hopes up about valentine’s day. He had been so thoughtful too, planning weeks ahead to book a dinner slot and a fun date. Not to mention the mini fortune he spent on roses, not that you were a giant fan of roses but every girl deserves a bouquet on valentine’s, even if they triple in price. Peter even bought a second bunch of your favorite kind, just to prove he cared. 

It meant nothing. His efforts meant nothing and maybe he shouldn’t have assumed, but he never thought that you’d hate the holiday. It was a day entirely built around feelings, around love- and you just rolled your eyes at him. 

“I fucking hate valentine’s day.” You said it like it was nothing, taking two bites of a banana and handing it over to Peter. He asked if you were excited, maybe even hinting at that you should be excited. Peter Parker was about to romance the hell out of you. But not anymore. 

“Explain that one for me?” A toss, the peel falls into the trash can. You shrug as if you’ve never thought about it before, but it’s something you’ve held in your chest for as long as you can remember. 

“It was a holiday created by girls who didn’t feel loved enough by their boyfriends, or something. I think the practice is stupid, you should treat me good and do nice things for me everyday, not just once a year. And everything is crowded! Everyone has the same lame idea about dinner and a movie and flowers and… it’s just not something I buy into.” 

Peter feels every bit of him curl up and die inside. Valentines is his third favorite holiday, he adores the pinks, reds, and purples. He loves seeing couples of every stage, the beginning stages or lifelong partners. They all love the same; with everything in them. 

“Well, actually, I do have a confession. Chocolate covered strawberries. They’re outrageously expensive, but I buy them every year. If you’re wondering, I was hoping we could boycott the baby holiday and eat some strawberries or something.” 

A small lift in his heart, it’s something. You’d be happy with one thing and he could deliver that, but first he has to try and sway you, right? Peter needs to preach what valentine’s is about, he needs you to understand how lovely it is. 

“I’m surprised you hate it so much. I figured you’d love it, since it’s pink and feelings, and stuff.” You wink at him, you think it’s a joke and Peter’s in the same boat as you. “I know, right? It always seemed so gimmicky to me, I think.” 

“That doesn’t mean it’s bad.” You pretend gag, Peter feels his heart sink into the hollow of his chest. “You’re right, it’s cringy and that makes it so much worse.” Peter doesn’t agree, not even in the slightest. Nothing about it is cringy, there’s nothing embarrassing about showing you love someone. 

“Right. It’s cringy and a gimmick and everyone who participates is stupid.” Maybe he’s a little cynical, it hits harder when you nod with exaggeration. “So glad you agree, petey!” He doesn’t. Peter couldn’t be further away from your opinion but he’s really not in the mood to be shut down or judged, so, he just changes the subject and tries to ignore everything crumbling apart in the back of his mind. 

“Isn’t this cute?” 

You squint your eyes when you read the card, a tiny smile shows. “It’s cute. Not worth…” You snatch the glorified cardstock and flip it, your eyes widen, you pretend to choke on the dollar amount. “Ten dollars, holy shit. For some glitter? Fuck that.” 

You want it out of your hold, scared that if even a speckle spread you’d be forced to buy it. “What happened to the good old days of making your own card? My mom used to eat that up.” 

Peter delicately sets the card down, he tries to see it how you do, but he can’t. Sure, it’s wildly marked up, but wouldn’t your partner be worth the price? Peter would buy the moon for you if he could, a ten dollar Hallmark card won’t be his holdup. 

But, maybe you’d like a handmade one more. He can do that. 

Peter’s trying to be mindful of your opinion while also planting the seed that valentine’s isn’t all that bad into your brain. It’s days away and all he can hear in the back of his mind is ‘I fucking hate valentine’s day.’ 

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Peter- do you fucking see this?” 

A romantic gesture? A public display of love and admiration? Dozens of carefully inflated heart shaped balloons? A girl crying into the arms of her friend while her partner showers her with flowers. Is it the love? Is that what you’re pointing out? 

“Yeah, it’s-” 

“Disgusting.” 

“-cute.” Peter frowns, is that what you really thought of valentines? Nothing was swaying your mind, Peter thinks that you’re more solidified in your mindset than before. 

“I’m sorry, trouble, but I’m finding it hard believing you hate valentine’s day.” It’s like he just called you a slur, you pull your hand from his and stuff it into your jacket pocket. 

“I don’t hate it, I loathe it. What do you see watching that? Personally, I’m seeing gravel covered flowers and wasted space that turns into deflated balloons. Fuck that.” Peter shakes his head, you’re seeing it wrong. “It’s about the gesture.” 

“It’s about how you love someone so much, there aren't enough things in the world to buy to show it, and there are never the right set of words to say it quite right. I’ll buy all the flowers in the world for you, and I’ll use all the air in my lungs for these balloons but it’ll never match the love I have for you.” 

Peter clears his throat. “That's what I see, anyways. I think valentine’s day is an excuse to be a little cringy and basic because we all want that sometimes.” He might’ve finally broken through, but you crack a grin and bump your shoulder into his. 

“Ah, yes, because I’m so unfulfilled that a man has never gotten me a teddy bear for valentine’s day.” Would you want one? He could get you one. Or could that be a reason you might detest the holiday, not that he’d ever take your opinion for resentment or bitterness. 

“Have you ever had a valentine?” A small stumble, your hand is tied into his again. “Besides elementary, nah. And honestly, I should be happy so I don’t have to deal with all that stuff.” 

‘I should be happy so I don’t have to deal with all that stuff.’ But, now you do, don’t you? 

“Trouble, you do realize you’re my valentine this year, right? And I’m yours?” You feel your breath catch, no, you hadn’t realized. It’s always just been another day for you and you assume the same for Peter, it’s not like there was much to celebrate. 

“It’s also just a day that ends in Y.” Is that really the answer you have? It’s just another day to you, even if you finally have someone to claim? You might not care about the holiday, but Peter does and he’s going to get his valentine’s day, no matter what. 

And you’re going to enjoy a handmade card. 

And a teddy bear. 

Peter’s finger-combing his hair after a shower, he’s had the reservation for weeks, but he also wasn’t aware of your detestment towards red hearts and arrows. 

“Wanna grab some dinner wednesday?” If he didn’t say it by name he’s hoping you won’t scream bloody mary on him. “Sure.” A smile washes over Peter’s face, it drops in a second. “Wait, isn’t that valentine’s day? Ha, yeah, no thank you. You, me, and the entire city? Fuck that.” 

‘Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that.’ Weeks boiled into nothing. “But, if you wanna cuddle and watch a movie I’m down.” It’s something. He’d get to give you flowers and a card and a teddy bear and he can’t forget the strawberries. You told him you loved them. 

“Good with me, trouble.” 

Peter tried to sway your mind, he tried to make you enjoy the love and glitter and colors. But you hated it all. So all he has to do is ditch the flowers and the dinner and just… do nothing. 

Peter’s first real valentine and all he has to do is… nothing. 

Three rose bouquets tossed onto his closet floor, it was haphazardly done. Petals scattered around the cellophane, some even reached to his shoes. They were thrown in without care, they were hidden. 

But they were beautiful. A few front buds have taken a beating, but the others were fully blossomed and lively. You’ve never seen roses in such a vivid red, their petals almost like velvet under your fingertips, their smell unlike any other. 

The thorns have been expertly shredded, nothing but smooth, soft stems in their wake. It doesn’t matter if Peter didn’t mean to have you see them, they were too gorgeous to leave locked away in a dark room. They deserved the affection water and sunlight would give them. 

You clutched all three in your arms, the weight welcomed. You laid them out nicely across his bed, the third bouquet dropped a small card and you picked it right back up. 

‘Trouble- 

This day was made for you. 

Charlie’s at 8. 

Yours, 

Peter’

You bit back a smile. Charlie’s? It’s nice, too nice. And expensive. Peter got you reservations at Charlie’s? Holding the card to your chest you nearly squeal, you have no idea how he kept the secret from you. Or the roses. 

When you hear his bedroom door open you spin, waiting for him to be in the doorway so you can place a thousand kisses. Instead it’s Ethan and he looks surprised. “You’re here?” He points to the flowers, “Peter gave you those?” 

“I found them in his closet, he just tossed them in here! And he must’ve forgotten to tell me about Charlie’s.” Ethan doesn’t smile with you, he’s not sharing any joy. For a second you start to wonder if you were the person who was supposed to receive the gifts. 

“He didn’t forget.” You scrunch your face at him, “I think he did and I need to start getting ready now. Ethan, do you know how nice Charlie’s is? It’s fucking fancy.” You’re not prepared, you don’t have anything that screams Charlie’s worthy in Peter’s closet. 

“No, you’re not hearing me. There is no Charlie’s and there weren't supposed to be roses. I was supposed to get them before you got here, but, here we are. No roses and no Charlie’s.” You smack at his arms, pulling at his fingers to drop your flowers. 

“They’re mine!” Ethan’s on a mission to steal them, and he’s not being gentle. 

“No, you didn’t want them.” 

You watch him for a second, how could he say that, of course you want them. Thirty six reminders of Peter, how could you ever say no? You fight for what's yours, Ethan allows you to keep one bouquet. 

“I do want them!” 

Ethan’s not being nice to you tonight, he’s gruff with his response. “No. You didn’t.’ 

“You keep saying didn’t! I never said I didn’t want…” 

Except you did. Just like you said you didn’t want to get dinner with Peter. You feel terrible, you feel like crying. He’d had this planned for weeks and the whole time all you did was poke fun and degrade the holiday not knowing you were crushing him behind the scenes. 

You wanted the flowers, but you didn’t deserve them. You hand over the last bouquet silently. 

“I think it’s best if you pretend you didn’t see these.” You can’t imagine the ache Peter must have in his chest, he planned something out just for you to stomp all over it. It’s not about the value, it was the gesture. He can’t tell you how he feels, but taking you out to one of the nicest places in the city, where you know it has a month minimum reservation list makes you understand him just a little bit better. 

“This is so bad, Ethan. This is so,” you suck in air, “so bad.” 

“It’s not terrible,” a crinkle when he shifts weight. “But it’s not great.” You wince, if you could, you’d go back in time and shove your foot in your mouth, or tell yourself to shut the fuck up. 

“Well, I mean, what the fuck?! It’s fucking Peter! How was I supposed to know he was pro valentines day?”

“How was he supposed to know you were anti valentines day?” 

You sink to the bed and hold your head in your hands, “I just want Peter right now.” You want to hug him and kiss him and tell him how sorry you were. Ethan hesitates for a second, before stepping closer to lay the flowers across your lap. 

“You found them. They’re yours.” You protect them from being taken, but still have self-pity. “I don’t deserve them.” Ethan scoffs, “of course you do. Everyone deserves pretty flowers.” 

You pout at yourself in the mirror and fix any smudges. Brushing out any stray wrinkles your newest dress might’ve made on the way over. Ethan had very kindly instructed a pledge to pick you up an outfit so you could change before Peter got back. 

With minutes to spare, he’s back and taking a deep breath at your appearance. “Wow.” A surprised hum when you kiss him, you wipe red from his bottom lip while you apologize. “I’m so sorry, petey.” 

“For what?” A look around the room, red roses give him the reason. “Oh. Hey, it’s no big deal and I-” A frown when you silence him by holding a finger to his lips. 

“I’m sorry. I found those flowers and all I could think about was you and how much it meant to me that you got those for me, then I saw the card and I couldn’t believe you got us reservations and I just felt… special. I’ve never had a valentine, but I get it now. It’s just a day you get to dote on me extra hard.” 

Another surprise kiss, “and if you didn’t already cancel I think we can get to Charlie’s on time. But if you did, that’s okay. Because I think those are the most lovely flowers I have ever gotten, and I might have seen a little teddy bear in there but I didn’t wanna get too presumptuous.” 

This time, Peter kissed you. “There’s also a homemade card.” 

“You didn’t!” You fall in closer to his chest, his hands can have free reign tonight, you wore the dress just for him. 

“I did. I even wrote a little poem.” 

A chaste kiss, “just when I think you can’t get better.” 

“There’s also glow in the dark mini golf planned for after.” A peck, “so thoughtful and handsome.”

A whisper, he’s got blown pupils and hoping he’d get another kiss. “And your strawberries are in the fridge.” 

Your hearts about to explode, “fuck, I love-” you stop yourself, but you heard it and so did Peter. He brushes it off, “love?” Fuck it, you’ll both keep circling around it. 

“Yeah, I love love.” 

A hungry kiss, a squeeze to the back of your thighs. “Yeah, I love love, too.” 

#frat!peter blurbs #peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #uni extras

[bubblesnbabbles]

snack time fun !

Snacking can be a fun way to stay healthy. Here are some recommendations!

baby carrots & baby sausages

fries & nuggets in fun shapes

mac-n-cheese in fun shapes

scooby snacks

lettuce and star-shaped carrots

pink pineapple

soft drinks in sippy cup

Animal-shaped crackers

Fruit kebabs

Cheese and cracker shapes (using cookie cutters)

Teddy bear-shaped graham crackers

Mini PB&J sandwiches

Goldfish crackers

Apple slices with peanut butter

Popcorn with fun flavors (like caramel or cheese)

Mini pretzels

Veggie sticks with ranch dressing

String cheese

Rice crispy treats

Yogurt tubes

Mini muffins

Jello cups

Chocolate milk

Homemade fruit roll-ups

Trail mix with M&M's or chocolate chips

Squeezable applesauce pouches

Pita chips with hummus

Snack mix with cereal and dried fruits

Fruit-flavored gummy snacks

Mini hot dogs wrapped in crescent rolls

Marshmallows

Soft pretzel bites

Ants on a log (celery with peanut butter and raisins)

Frozen grapes

Baby carrots with dip

Cucumber slices with cream cheese

Cheese puffs

Mini pancake bites

Chocolate-covered strawberries

Frozen banana pops

Animal-shaped fruit snacks

Cherry tomatoes

Fruit cups in gelatin

Pop rocks

Cupcakes with colorful frosting

Apple juice or fruit punch

Nutella and banana sandwich bites

Raisins or dried cranberries

Babybel cheese

Pop-tarts

Pudding cups

Mini waffles with syrup

Cheese and grape skewers

Chocolate-covered pretzels

Cookie dough bites

Popsicles

Oreo cookies with milk for dunking

remember to have fun while eating! You can put your food in cute baby food containers.

#agere #age regression #age regressor #sfw agere #safe agere #agere blog #sfw age regression #agere community #sfw #agere stuff

[konigsblog]

I feel as if König is allergic to peanuts and true oranges specifically

Peanuts make him swell up and fall to the ground like a lead balloon because he loses his ability to breathe while true oranges make him nauseous with cramps so horrific that he is very close to feeling what we feel when we get periods

But he is perfectly fine with things like pistachios and almonds or clementines and tangerines to the point he eats them daily. Due to him biting his nails to shreds from his anxiety you have to help him with the peels as he struggles to get his nails in while with pistachios he just squeezes them between his fingers to break the shell. Nine times out of ten when you bring a fresh five kilogram bag of pistachios home because you wanted to make some pistachio treats for him you will find him stuffing them into his mouth like a squirrel at ungodly hours of the night until two thirds of the bag is gone

He absolutely adores pistachio ice cream. He does not care if he is lactose intolerant he will take a pill to help him or he will endure the hours of cramps. He probably enjoys the strawberry and pistachio ice cream the most, the one that has strawberry chunks, pistachio bits, white chocolate, and biscuit crumble in it with honey glazed on top (it is the best flavour of ice cream and you can fight me on it) with Oreo cookies and cream being his second favourite

ozzie, you're so right !! i think it's peanuts specifically, although he's desperate for a taste of peanut butter, and can't help but drool at the sight of chocolate and peanut mixed together. he'll die for a bite, quite literally, but you have to give him his epipen, or drag him away from the kitchen.

könig has a big appetite, and a huge sweet tooth. he can't resist strawberry flavoured desserts, stuffing it into his mouth and hiding away, embarrassed as he has his cheeks stuffed full, like a squirrel almost... 🐿️

if you buy pistachio ice-cream, it will be gone the next morning... or, you'll find a half empty tub in the freezer, könig licking his lips, with his hand deep in a bag of pistachios. i love salted cashews, i think he'd love them too, they wouldn't last very long after being bought...

the chunks in the strawberry are delicious to könig, but i absolutely despise them! too chunky, i would rather be sick... with oranges, the smell makes me nauseous, it's such a prominent and noticeable smell and i'd have to cover my nose while peeling it for könig. one fruit, i believe könig would hate (that i also happen to hate) is bananas. the texture? too mushy... taste? it's indescribable, i can't... and the bruises on them? absolutely disgusting.

könig can be judgemental accidentally, and he will glare at the reader for eating mint chocolate chip...

könig bites his ice-cream, and i'm getting chills at the thought of it. he'll do it purposely to fuck with you (unless you're also evil, and bite your ice-cream... my teeth couldn't 😮‍💨)

könig would love cucumber, but hate brussel sprouts. it's not that he's picky – he isn't whatsoever – but sees no appeal in brussel sprouts! me personally? i'm the opposite, cucumbers are disgusting, you won't change my mind!!!

i wouldn't be surprised if könig liked bubblegum ice-cream – and if you like it, i... have no words.. 😣

#orla speaks #könig x reader #könig fanfiction #könig #konig call of duty #konig x reader #könig headcanons #konig headcanons #konig hcs

[estellxli]

Banana (Kazuha x Reader)

It was just an afternoon, like any other, with the winds blowing a soothing tune from the outside. The room warmed from the invited sun. A piece of ham plops into the sizzling pan accompanied by another. With a spatula in one hand, Kazuha’s thoughts drift elsewhere.

His brows furrows and the grip on the spatula tightens. The heat coming from the pan did not compare to the rage building inside him. He mindlessly flips the two hams over and takes a deep breath. Maintaining a cool mind. Nonetheless, if any of his suspicions were true he would—

The kettle's loud angry scream drowns out the sizzling; disturbing Kazuha with his thoughts. 

His hands move to put out the fire, for both the pan and the kettle, and grabs an empty plate. The spatula transferring the ham to the porcelain plate. Kazuha moves swiftly in the kitchen , preparing sweets, sliced cheese and a newly made sandwich all placed in a wooden tray. 

He grabs the now calmed kettle and works his way into making a matcha latte. One that he bought after arriving back in Inazuma from his trip with Beidou. Apparently, it helps in menstrual pain, something about an acid that helps relax the muscles of the uterus… or something along those lines that a saleslady said to him. 

Kazuha makes way to your bedroom with the wooden tray in his hands. He uses the door ajar to his advantage, his foot placed in between the space created by the door and the wall and using his hip to open the door wider. 

You were on the bed just the same as he left the room. All curled up in the blanket like a pita pocket. 

“Y/N.”

You turn to him, with your head barely popping out of the thick fabric. The corner of your lips immediately turn into a big smile as you squeal. Cries from your insides all momentarily gone as you sit up and excitedly pat the empty side of the bed. 

All because of Kazuha. 

… 

Mostly because of the food. 

Your boyfriend chuckles at your childish actions. You eyed at the wooden tray as you felt the bed embrace his weight. The chocolates are your first pick. 

Kazuha’s eyes remained on the bruise that stained your skin as you took a bite of the chocolate. Lips still curled upwards while chewing. 

“Is it to your liking?”

“Very.”

His eyes drop on the tray, noticing the ripples of the matcha. “Here, try this one too, I heard it helps with the cramps?”. 

You grab the chawan cup from his hands, nodding at his warning that it's still hot. The matcha warms your insides, something that the hot compress laying at your stomach couldn't do. 

Kazuha gulps. 

“Y/N”

“Hm?” You look at him innocently, palms still embracing the warm cup. 

“Is someone bullying you?”

Your doed eyes turn into confusion.

“Look, if someone ever tries to harm you, you know you can always come to me. I'll burn them with hot iron, slice —”

You chuckle at him, his turn now to be confused. You chuckle even when you hear the seriousness in his voice. When he's offering help and protection. 

“Kazuha, no one is harming me. Whatever makes you think that?” you say as you place down the cup

“Your bruises.” he says, soft and stern altogether. 

“Ah… that.” you stare at the bruise painting your skin, and you giggle even more. 

You turn your eyes into another direction and cover your lips to stifle the laughter, but you couldn't help it.

“Sorry, sorry.. it's just.. pfft…”

You look back at him, your lips still smiling. 

“I promise no one is harming me. I mean that genuinely. It's just that… I bruise very easily whenever I'm on my period.”

Kazuha’s brows furrow even more into confusion. 

“I'm serious!... Every woman has different symptoms when they're on their period. Some don't feel cramps, some do to the extent of fainting. Women bruising easily isn't common, but they exist.”

“I see.” 

Kazuha’s confused state now returns to his usual one. He raises his hands and hides his chin over his index. 

“Mhm!” you exclaim happily with the misunderstanding out of the way. 

He looks back at you and smiles, his hands now reaching for a piece of chocolate. 

“For you to bruise easily like that, you're practically like a banana.” he chuckingly teased. 

“A what!?”

Kazuha grins, carefully shoving the chocolate into your opened lips as he mouths, 

“A banana"

#kazuha #kazuha genshin impact #genshin impact #fluff #fluff/comfort #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fanfics #genshin x y/n

[himbofan4444]

I’ve read your work and I think you can help me if you’re taking asks. Can you make me extremely hairy and stupid? I don’t care what I have to sacrifice to make my wish come true. Take whatever you need!

It’s a warm sunny day in the summer. You had nothing to do today so you came to the zoo for a relaxing stroll in the sun. You enter the primate house, an unpleasant aroma quickly filling your nostrils. The gorillas and similar apes are climbing around their enclosures, howling wildly. You chuckle at their rambunctious behavior.

You pass a booth selling chocolate covered bananas at the entrance. You walk up to the booth, being at the back of a somewhat lengthy line. The wait isn’t too long though. You reach the front of the line and order your banana. The man hands you a chocolate banana on a stick. You thank him and go on your way, walking through the exhibit, occasionally taking a bite of the banana.

After a few minutes, you feel your stomach churning before that becomes an aching. You rush to the bathroom, banana somehow still in hand. You can barely make it to the toilet before unleashing a colossal shit. The massive unloading leaves you feeling almost delirious. You’re so consumed in your fecal deposit that you don’t even think twice about the itching feeling across your whole body. A coating of black hair sprouts across your body, a thick beard quickly growing in. The massive dump ceases, you being left feeling lightheaded and itchy beyond belief.

“God wut w-“ you start to say, noticing the dull, bassy quality to your voice. “Huh? Wut’s happenin? Why’s my voice so low?” You rub your enlarged Adam’s apple, scratching your dense beard as well. You stand up, your head much closer to the ceiling than before. You go to leave the bathroom but are stopped when your forehead collides with the doorframe, leaving you on the floor.

“Oochie… Head hurtie…” you groan, too lightheaded to notice your childish speech. You manage to get back up to your feet, a few smaller people staring at you in confusion and fear. You make it back out to the primate exhibit and watch the gorillas intently, an inexplicable connection there. You jump around moronically, pounding on your hairy chest as you do.

“Ook ook! Me brothers!” you shout, pointing at the gorillas climbing around in their habitat. “Ook ook! Me gorilla!” You pound on your chest and stumble around the footpath clumsily, bumping into many of the surrounding patrons. A group of security guards come up behind you and taze you, leaving you twitching violently on the ground.

A few hours later, you awaken in the gorilla enclosure, your fellow beasts instantly accepting you as one of them, a stupid, hairy ape.

#ask me anything #dumber #dumber tf #tf #transformation #body hair #iq loss #himbo tf #himbo #hairy

[sweetoothgirl]

Frozen Chocolate Covered Banana Bites

#chocolate #banana #frozen #summer #food

[jjongswannabebae]

< !!experimental!! not sure what this is but i wanted to write, written in 3rd pov. includes some vague smut tw: mention of a bruise (not sh) , food, psychotic behaviour, death (16+) >

dreamer.

She was a dreamer. One that would swing her arms beside her torso to breeze her sweat draped body or clutch her little 90s cassette tape in her hands as she doodled some gibberish listening to same tape over n over hunched over the one of convience store tables

Maybe it was this intriguing petite figure that aroused jays interest. He often think she'd fit in his pocket, that he wanted to take her away forever. And he'd keep her there with him, away from the world.

Call it cliche, but he was the polar opposite. He dragged his feet to a ditch that he made somewhere by the woods by a tree as his house. He'd watch her for days, working behind the counter as she sat on one of the tables everyday to study or draw, or do nothing at all.

She always stayed till closing.

With the same grey sweater wrapped onto her sleek frame, he'd never caught sight of her without the fabric. The mundane banana milk and chocolate bun in her hand that routinely slid over the counter.

A bit strange to eat the same thing everyday but he never uttered a word.

Never got her name.

Just saw a black bruise on her arm one day as her sweater rode up her arm where she distastefully yet hastily rushed to cover it up again.

Maybe that was what flipped the switch for him. He wanted to protect her, he decided swiftly. Striding over to the petite girl, he grabbed her hand and dragged her to his little fort.

Wondering a little that she wasn't frightened at all confirmed his suspicion.

"you're mine now."

Never dared to speak a word, she blinked back dazed. Then a smile peered through with a hearty nod.

She would go home with him after that day, everyday, only leaving for school in the morning and living with him the rest of the time.

She'd adored him, he thought, the way her eyes glimmered at him as he would say something was a major give away. He would always think of these and never voice them, just as she didn't.

She never spoke— he'd always ask about but to get no reply, on numerous occasions he'd try to get her to talk or say a word but she'd only smile and nod her head. Like a broken glass doll she stayed.

being touch starved, she peck a kiss or hang from his arm at her lean waist, feeling the bones often a time, but he chose to focus on making love to her than anything else.

With your rather delicate frame he'd be careful with his thick lather sliding the first thrust and would check up on you, seemingly now and then as he wrecked havoc inside her. It was a dangerous ordeal for her to swing around him for long.

She decided she had enough from this bizarre man and ran off one night as he snored lightly clutching onto the pillow, fooled it was her.

jay lived in an uncertain fit, a small dingy self built tree house per se. No real job or qualifications except the part time behind the counter. No economical stability but atleast he was mentally stable, he'd like to think.

That day he woke with an enormous rumbling and found her somewhere near the store and this time, he took her by hand lightly and back to his house. This time he'd give a kiss on the lips, licking her bottom lip and biting on her neck now and then.

"you know I love you," he said inbetween his kisses as he fiddled with his belt and swung it around her neck for her to hold, he'd think in his self monologue and continued on with his expression of love.

She loves me, she can never leave me.

Some day, on his way back an unambiguous day, he'd find a sweet smell coming from his adobe. He hurried past the unstable steps and barge the door open to find the place deserted and scurried into the only other room, his room.

He found her sat there, perched like an eagle with a listless expression. He smiled, his hand running through her coarse and tangled hair as he admired her deathly hollow face, her favourite sweater in shreds on the flooring that lay beside her.

"i brought you your banana milkshake and chocolate bun!" he added, placing them right beside all the other untouched packs and cartons of the items, some opened and rot, filling the foul air with its rancid smell. The stench of her rotting body was sweet to him. He pushed a smile to her unmoving, still body and laughed a little and whispered a soft "I love you"

All bad seemed good and all the good seemed bad to him, he was insane, psychotic, severely ill it whatever his family and friends called him. but that's okay. her opinion mattered the mos.

She loves him.

Jay loves her.

#enhypen #jay x reader #enhypen smut #jay smut #enhypen jay #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen angst #enhypen horror #park jongseong #enha smut #jay hard hours #jay hard thoughts #jay fanfic

[purecantarella]

Sweets for my Sweet

day 10 and im still tired but we carry on!! i hope you all enjoy this one!!a hirai momo x reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to look for fluffier or angstier content.

Momo giggled cutely as she watched you spread the blanket onto the living room floor. You grunt as you do it continuously to make sure the fabric is flat on the ground, and after the nth time, the Japanese woman couldn't help but laugh.

You look over your shoulder with an amused smile before complaining, "You could help your amazing girlfriend of three years you know, Momoring."

She shakes her head, walking up behind you, a hand pressing onto your back, patting it gently. "I like making you work for my attention." Momo explains before plopping onto the couch in the living room as you set up your home date. "Yeah, like I didn't do that before we got together." You mutter only for Momo to whine, making you laugh heartily.

You glance over at her pouting face before you shuffle your way over to her. Your hands cup her jaw and coo at her faux sad face, pecking her lips delicately thrice before she giggles. Returning to press the fabric onto the floor, keeping it in place with a series of pillows before you.

You scatter a series of bowls, saucers, and two wine glasses around the floor. Satisfied with your work, you smile before pouring the wine into the glasses you prepared. "Tomi 2013...From our first date."

Momo smiles before finding her place beside you, taking the glass from your hand. You whisper, "Happy anniversary, sweetness." Your glasses clink together as you do, sipping the wine after.

"Happy anniversary Y/n." The dancer replies before pressing her forehead to yours, the smell of the wine fusing with her breath. She presses her lips to yours quickly before pulling away to look at the array of fruits you prepared earlier in the day. "Strawberries dipped in chocolate? Banana and whipped cream? What do you want, sweet Momoring?"

Momo laughs before taking another sip of wine, "Surprise me."

You roll your eyes, "Still making me do all the work, pretty girl?" Your girlfriend leans closer to you in a challenging manner. You feel goosebumps rise on your arms as Momo says, "What can I say, you always look good when you're in control."

You smirk and pluck a strawberry from the top of the bowl, swirling it in the thick chocolate substance. Momo eyes how you slowly guide the fruit into her mouth. As it presses to her lips, she takes a tentative bite, moaning at the sweet and savory taste mixing in her mouth.

You pull your hand away, taking a bite from the same piece. Before sipping down your wine, and Momo can't take her eyes off your throat, the way it looks as you swallow...imagining what else you could do with your mouth.

She is cut out of her thoughts with your voice.

You cover you mouth while you chewed heartily on the strawberry in your mouth, "Can you pass me that bottle, sweetie?" Momo eyes the half full glass and an idea sparks in her head. She smirks and picks the cup up, swirling the dark red liquid in the bottle before lifting it to press to her pink lips.

Curiosity fills you as she crawls over to you, her cheeks puffed with the rich liqueur. Before you can ask anything, her lips are on yours, clumsily pushing her tongue between your lips. A gasp falls from you as the liquid trickles into your mouth, hints of strawberry and Momo's peach lip gloss adding to the taste.

Overtaken by a sort of thirst, you lick her lip taking any residue of the drink on your tongue. Momo moans softly before you pull away, a smirk forming on your face. Your girlfriend bites her lip as you whisper, "I'm never drinking anything any other way again..."

You both laugh softly before you lean forward taking her lips against yours. Wanting to deepen the kiss, you place your hand on the back of her neck. You sit up to get a better angle at Momo's lips. The room around you both getting hotter and hotter as your mouths and tongues moved in tandem.

You pull away, moving your gaze to the untouched bowls of sweet toppings you'd prepared for the evening. You lean over to pick up the bowl of chocolate, swirling your index finger in it. Upon pulling your finger out, you see Momo's eyes glued to your finger.

"Some sweets are just better with partners..." You smear the chocolate on your girlfriend's awaiting and trembling lip. Shuffling impossibly closer, your lips a mere breathe away from her own. Not waiting for a response, you suck on her lower lip. Your tongue working dutifully to lap up every bit of the sweet, sticky substance.

The dancer can only moan as you assault her lip. When you pull away, she sees the clouds in your eyes and it floods her pants with need. You repeat the process on her neck, trickling the dark chocolate down her skin, quickly licking up her neck.

"So sweet, Momo...Simply delicious..." You whisper against her pulse, sucking and making sure to leave your mark. Momo only nods and clutches your shoulder with a spell of bliss over her mind. "Y-Y/n..." She moans as you hum against her skin.

You look up and her mouth is agape, hair beginning to become disheveled, and her pale cheeks tinted a tomato red. It makes you grin wickedly. "I-I want more..." She asks softly, her voice small and very obviously embarrassed.

You nod against her, hands busy unbuttoning her silky top, her own busy pawing at your back. Wordlessly begging you to hurry. When her shirt slips off her shoulders, you stare at her in awe, heavy breasts nipples hardening from being exposed to the open air and her taut stomach flexing from restraining herself.

"Excited are we sweetie?" You ask, your hand palming her chest. She breathes a desperate moan. "Y/n..."

You reach over the blanket to get the can of whipped cream as you lay Momo on her back. You place a kiss in between her two mounds, "Tell me if you want me to stop, understand Momo?"

She nods frantically and with her go ahead, you spray the cool cream onto her stomach all the way up to her right boob. You feel her shudder in your arms from the cold substance. Your quick to lick the cream up her body, making sure that every bit of it is in your mouth.

You give extra attention to her nipple, suckling and nipping making the dancer cry out and her hand is on the back of your head. The hand that rest on the small of her back slithered to her front as you grab her cunt in your hand, groaning at the dampness that soaked through the expensive fabric.

Momo releases a loud whine as you tease her dripping cunt.

"Am I going to have to clean this up too or...?" You emphasised by grinding the heel of your hand into her throbbing clib Momo rolls her eyes to the back of her head and pulls you back up, her lips over yours instantly. You feel her lips upturn her sticky body sidles up to yours. "I can think of a few things you can clean up first, baby."

You grin excitedly, like a kid on Christmas, your head dipping down to her legs, whipped cream can in hand, "Happily, sweetness."

again, not super explicit but honestly i liked this one while i was writing it HAHAHAH tell me what yall think of my kinktober roster and if im doing a good job :"") anyway, i hope you all enjoyed this and i will see you all soon!! take care my lovelies, i love you all so, so much!! - r

#twice #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice imagine #twice scenarios #twice reactions #twice smut #twice momo #hirai momo #momo x reader #momo imagines #momo imagine #momo smut #kpop idol x reader #kpop idol imagine #kpop idol scenarios #kpop idol smut #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #girl group imagines #girl group x reader #girl group scenarios #girl group reactions #girl group smut #kinktober 2022 #purecantarella

[oftenwantedafton]

The Perfect Girl - Dave Miller/William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 3

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - no explicit content in this chapter

Also available on AO3

Wednesday afternoon. Your first shift since the beginning of the week, when Dave Miller had pulled you into the abandoned pizzeria.

When he’d kissed you.

You tell yourself you’re not looking for him when you walk through the mall. You deny how often your gaze goes out of focus at random moments when you remember how it had felt to have the older man’s body pressed against you. The feel of his mouth and his tongue on yours. Your stomach flips. Your cheeks flush. You still think he’s creepy and weird. You’re still inexorably drawn to him. It’s all so confusing.

You retrieve inventory from the back room to put on display. The summer clothing line is ready. Shorts and tank tops and swim wear. Colors like lemon and raspberry and peach sorbet. Tiny prints with flowers and fruit. A box full of new sunglasses tinted in summer shades, some bearing tropical images on the lenses like palm trees and sunsets. Nautical bangles and pendants and post earrings in the shape of seashells and sea creatures. Canvas sneakers and strappy sandals. Cute new purses that you’re already eyeing for yourself.

Dave’s there when you return to the floor. Just in the doorway. Leaning. Arms folded. Messy hair and shadowed eyes and that mouth that you now know the feel of.

You try and fail at a smile. Stumble over a word of greeting. He takes a step forward. A pair of teenage girls enter the store and he scowls. Turns and leaves with a jingle of keys.

Break time. You’re not hungry. But it’s an excuse to leave the store. You recognize his footsteps behind you. The great, brisk strides he takes with those long legs. Polished shoes clicking on the ivory flooring. You turn around. You’re standing near one of the hallways with the custodial closets. Storage. Seasonal store displays and broken rental strollers and mops and buckets and wet floor signs. Dave takes your hand and pulls you into the hallway in one sweeping motion, never missing a beat. Key smoothly slotted into the lock on the closet. Pushes you inside, into the darkness. The door clicks shut.

It smells like chemicals. Cleaning supplies. You don’t dare move forward for fear of tripping on something. You can hear the security guard’s breathing.

“I’ve missed you,” he says quietly. He reaches for you. You turn in his arms. “Did you miss me?”

Your heart is pounding. “Yes,” you admit.

He makes a little humming sound, like he’s pleased with your response. His lips find yours in the dark. A little more aggressive today. You find yourself not minding. You cling to his tie, feel the stainless steel clip holding the dark fabric in place. He lets you breathe. You can feel his smile.

Then he releases you and the door opens. Light from the hallway. He’s already gone.

***

William Afton using the alias Dave Miller sinks into the cafe chair with less of his usual grace.

He’s tired. It’s not easy, working a full shift and then laboring on his special project in the late hours when everyone has gone home and the mall is meant to be empty.

You sit across from him and it revitalizes him. The task is worth losing sleep for. You smell like ripened peaches today. An early taste of summer. He despises the heat. It’s terrible for his fair complexion. He does not like the feel of it, the arid Hurricane air that leaves his skin damp and his brow salted. He thinks you must be the opposite. You’re wearing canvas slip ons and a yellow dress printed with sunflowers. How lovely it drapes over your frame, the sleeves loose and fluttering. So light and breezy. Such tiny, delicate buttons. How much he’d love to rip through them, let them scatter to the floor.

“Dave? Are you okay? You look exhausted.”

“I’m fine,” he says, his reverie broken. He watches you bite into a dark chocolate covered banana slice. Something from one of the frozen vending machines. You wince at the cold and put the remainder in your mouth. The rapidly melting chocolate stains your fingers. You lick them clean. He wishes he could do it for you.

You seem to have an affinity for chocolate and sweet things in general. He’s always had a bit of a sweet tooth himself. He’ll make sure to always keep the pantry and fridge in the hidden living space he’s creating stocked with something sugar laden for you.

“How come you’re still wearing long sleeves? They must have short sleeved uniform shirts.”

“The air conditioning,” he says dismissively. It’s not the real reason, of course. The scars have to be kept hidden.

“Want one?” You remove another coated slice from the wrapper. He nods, his fingers curling around your wrist, trapping you. He bends forward, gently clutching the offering in his teeth and pulls. Consumes it in its entirety, able to feel the iced treat traveling downward, like swallowing an ice cube whole. Doesn’t relax his hold until he’s lapped the chocolate from your fingers.

“Dave…” He watches your eyes dart around to see if anyone’s watching. He grins at you.

“Delicious,” he says.

You don’t say much after that.

Afton walks you back to the store and follows you inside of it. “Where’s the staff restroom?”

“Oh, um…” He sees you hesitate. Wondering perhaps why you’re asking to use that particular one. “It’s out back to the left.”

“Show me.”

“Dave…” Again, with this. Looking scandalized. Whatever customers are in the store are preoccupied. Your coworker is engrossed in a fashion magazine resting on the counter. “I’ll be right back, I’m almost done my break,” you say. The girl doesn’t even look up, nodding. “You’re not supposed to be back here,” you hiss at him when you’re both out of sight. “Make it fast.”

“Is that how you want it? Fast?” He leans his back against the door and pushes it, dragging you in with him. It’s not a large room, just a sink and toilet, very little space to even stand for one person. The security guard crowds you against the sink. “Well? Is it?”

William loves watching the way you swallow when you’re nervous. So much saliva filling your throat. How much he wants to fill that throat.

“I’m supposed to be back to work.”

He shrugs. “You still haven’t answered me.” He tucks his lips beside your ear and rests a hand at the v of bare flesh the dress leaves exposed at the base of your throat and beginning of your chest. He can feel your heart beating like mad. “How do you want it?”

You still don’t answer, your lips parting. Needing more air, perhaps. He decides he’ll answer for you. His lips crush against yours. He can still taste the dark chocolate from your snack earlier. The scent of peaches is heavy in his nostrils. He lavs your throat. You whimper. He kisses the place his hand has just vacated, that tempting bit of skin above the start of those tiny buttons. He wants so much to fall on his knees before you. Devour every inch of you.

Instead he steps back into the hall. Leaves you flushed and breathless. Pushing you a little further along the path of wanting.

The clerk at the counter doesn’t even notice when he leaves the store.

***

A Friday evening. You’re on the roof of the parking garage. No other cars are around. Dave follows behind you. You think it must have been him following you all along, all those other times. He’s so good at avoiding being seen. It occurs to you that given his job he must know the layout rather intimately. Every camera, every blind spot. All of the shadowed places. You know them now too, because of him.

The skin beneath his eyes is so sooty. It always is lately. As if he’s not been sleeping. Keeping late hours.

He enters the passenger side of your car without asking. It’s just assumed he’ll be here with you, because he wants to be.

You push the keys in the ignition and turn to face him.

“Are we ever going to…” You begin, faltering.

“Are we ever going to what?” He smirks.

“Go anywhere together?” The smug look fades. Clearly not what he was expecting you to ask.

“You want to go on a date? With someone old enough to be your father? You’re embarrassed if I touch you in public, forget kissing.”

“I’m not,” you mumble, but it’s true. You’re not ashamed, just…uncomfortable. Nothing with Dave is ever casual. There is no quick peck on the cheek or brief embrace that would be considered proper in public. Everything is intense, heated, lingering. They are not the kind of gestures you think should be seen by or shared with others. “And yes, I would like to go somewhere that isn’t in this stupid mall.” It’s begun bothering you. The stolen kisses. The sneaking around. You feel like you’re entitled to something more than that.

“And then what?”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

“What else do you want from me?”

“I want to know what I am to you.”

The security guard sighs. “I don’t care for labels.” He pauses. “I was going to wait to tell you, but the reason I’m so tired is because I’ve been working on something. For you.”

You blink in surprise. “For me?”

“Yes. But it’s not quite ready yet. So you’ll have to wait a little longer.”

“You’ve really been staying up all night working on something for me?”

He nods. Some dark tendrils of hair fall forward. Your fingers itch to tuck them back into place.

Dave rests his fingers beneath your chin. He gifts you a softer smile this time before his mouth covers yours. You finally surrender to what your fingers have been craving and slide them through the dark hair. It’s warm inside the car. He’s warm. His mouth moves to your neck. You wonder when he will finally put his hands on you, in places he shouldn’t. You’re afraid of him doing it. You wish he would anyway. You’ve begun to think about him now when you’re in your bedroom at night. The last thoughts before you go to sleep. Sometimes touching yourself and wishing it was his hand instead. Wondering if he’s doing the same.

You rest a hand tentatively on his thigh, midway up. He notices, drawing back slightly. “You think you’re ready for that?”

Are you? You think so. You want…but still. Still so nervous. You’ve never gone all the way. Not done much beyond heavy petting. You’d been waiting for the right person. Was Dave Miller the right person?

“I think it will happen soon,” he promises. “When the time is right. After I give you your surprise.” His lips find yours again.

You think about your curfew. Your mother will wonder where you are.

You keep kissing him.

***

Middle of summer. William Afton has made considerable progress. On his special project. With you.

A lot of what he’d needed was already in the restaurant. Converting it into a living space has gone smoothly. The plumbing is already there. Sink, toilet, and now shower. The rest is so much easier. New queen sized mattress, box spring, frame, sheets, comforter. Two large closets, one for linens, one for clothes. A recliner. Bookshelf. Still empty, but he’s got plans for that. Small kitchen area. Table, two chairs, fridge, microwave. Cabinets for dishes and silverware. Lighting. All very traditional. Like a generously sized college dorm room or first apartment.

Until the other things are placed.

Soundproofed walls. One-way looking glass. Security cameras. The iron ring set in concrete on the floor. The chains and shackles. He tests the length. What will and won’t be out of reach. Adjusts the cameras. A wall for privacy for the bathroom area. The rest is exposed.

The timing of his completion is perfect. No school to worry about. You’re working more hours. Saving up for the college you won’t be attending come fall.

He’s still done nothing but kiss you. The restraint he has is tremendous. He thinks you’re quite addicted to the kissing by now. How much he enjoys pulling you into the shadows for a taste of that mouth. And now you’ve gotten brave enough to touch him. Your hand on his thigh. A signal.

Maybe you won’t need much persuasion.

But if you do, well.

Afton piles the chains back in the center of the secret room.

He’s ready to take you.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #dave miller x you #dave miller x reader #william afton #dave miller #fnaf fanfic

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part forty-one: "The First Half of the Trip"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Matt begin the first half of your Christmas road trip towards Chicago.

Or

Both of you try to stay entertained in a car for six hours.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 2.5k

a/n: A fun, fluffy piece that covers the first half of Matt and Reader's Christmas roadtrip! The next piece is a smupdate featuring some angry hotel sex. You can find all the installments for this series on tumblr here, and if you're enjoying it, let me know!

Two and A Half Hours Into the Drive

Looking over your shoulder and changing lanes, you laughed lightly at Matt beside you. “That is literally the weirdest road trip snack I’ve ever seen by far,” you teased him.

“What?” Matt asked, his mouth full of banana as he shrugged. “You have a problem with fruit?”

“No,” you countered, shaking your head. “But I’ve never known anyone to pack apples and bananas to eat on a road trip. It’s like the perfect time to binge on junk food–we’re stuck in a car after all.”

“Well fruit is better than the processed cheese crackers you like so much,” he teased back. 

Glancing over your shoulder at him, you saw him raise the banana to his mouth and take another massive bite of it. You couldn’t fight the grin that spread on your face when he smiled back at you. His cheeks were stuffed with banana and he looked like an adorable chipmunk as he smiled. Your attention returned to the road, your music lightly playing over the stereo.

“First off, Cheez Its are amazing," you told him. "They're the best road trip snack. But you make a fair point,” you conceded. “I know you’re not a fan of processed foods, but that’s why I made that trail mix. Unsalted nuts and plain dried fruit with no added sugar. I even threw in some fancy dark chocolate. There's nothing overly processed in it.”

Matt’s hand reached across the center console between the two of you, his warm palm landing on your upper thigh. He squeezed your leg lightly and your heart fluttered in your chest at his touch.

“And I appreciate that more than you know," he replied. "That trail mix is honestly addicting. You’re going to have to make more of that for me when we get back.”

“You enjoy it that much?” you asked him curiously.

“I will do anything you ask if you make a big batch of it for me,” he stated seriously.

“Oh?” you asked, raising a brow.

He chuckled, shaking his head as his hand removed itself from your thigh. “You’re thinking about the black suit again?” he asked. “Aren’t you?”

Flushing, you shrugged a shoulder. “I mean, I am now,” you admitted sheepishly.

“Sweetheart,” Matt began, readjusting himself in his seat, “I will fuck you in the black suit if it gets me more of that trail mix. Granted, I’d do it even without the added incentive.” He shot you a sinful smirk that had you squirming in your own seat. “The way your body gets all worked up over it is definitely something, and I quite enjoy it,” he said, his tone lowering.

Swallowing hard, you shyly admitted, “There was something I wanted to do if you ever wore it again.”

Immediately Matt shifted in his seat, facing as fully towards you as he could with the seatbelt restricting him. Your left elbow was resting on the armrest of the door beside you, your thumbnail quickly slipping between your teeth. You chewed it nervously as Matt’s sightless gaze lingered on you.

“And does that something,” he asked slowly, his eyes scanning you carefully, “have anything to do with whatever is hiding in your suitcase that had you so flustered last night?”

Eyes widening, your teeth gnawed your thumbnail even quicker. You had hoped Matt had forgotten about that, even though you knew he wouldn’t have. Thinking about how Matt might react to the lingerie you had hidden in there, along with the fact that you’d packed the gifts from the Secret Santa game, your heart raced a little in your chest. Out of your peripheral, Matt’s head snapped down towards your chest. 

“Is there a podcast you want to listen to?” you asked quickly, changing the subject. “Or a certain album? We’ve been listening to my music for a bit now.”

Matt settled back into his seat beside you, your pulse slowing down a little with his attention off of you.

“No,” he answered lightly. “I don’t mind this music, it’s relaxing. But don’t worry, sweetheart, I can spot a diversion when I hear one. But I do intend to find out what’s in your suitcase before we get back to Hell’s Kitchen.”

Once again you shifted awkwardly in your seat, cheeks flushing. The sound of your music settled over the pair of you as you fell silent.

Four Hours into the Drive

“How do you manage to burn ready-to-bake cookies?” you asked Matt in shock, laughter bubbling out of you. “They’re basically already made! They give you the instructions right there on the package!”

Matt was laughing hard beside you, shaking his head. “My dad was the worst baker. And I was five , sweetheart,” he laughed out. “He just really wanted me to leave cookies out for Santa. Though really I think he just wanted to eat them himself." Matt chuckled lightly as he added, "But we burnt those to a damn crisp.”

You wiped a hand across your eyes, drying the couple of tears that had fallen during your laughter. The windshield wipers of the rental were on, snow gently falling down as you continued to drive along the interstate. It was near two-thirty in the afternoon now and you were both quite far from New York and getting closer to where you'd be stopping in Ohio for the night.

“He never tried to make them again with me,” Matt finished. “Instead we left out–” he paused, cracking up, “–a bowl of chicken noodle soup for Santa.”

“ What ?” you asked, immediately falling into another fit of hysterics.

Matt fell back into another round of laughter beside you. He was nodding his head as he recalled the memory. “Yes, that was what I picked out from our pantry. I thought Santa might’ve wanted something to warm him up. Figured he hadn’t had dinner yet, either. Just tons of cookies and milk.”

You shot Matt a look over your shoulder. “Aww, that’s so sweet. Little Matty looking out for Santa,” you half-teased, half-cooed.

“Don’t make me bring up your suitcase again,” Matt shot back, a dangerous smile on his face.

“Okay, okay,” you said quickly, dropping the tone. “So how did you usually spend Christmas mornings when it was the two of you?”

He exhaled a long sigh, the smile dulling to something soft on his face when you glanced over at him. His expression had you smiling lightly and wondering what his father would have been like to meet. He sounded like an amazing father with the way Matt spoke about him–always with a sort of gentle reverence–whenever he did talk about his dad with you. 

“Usually I woke up before the sun,” Matt finally said, voice quiet. “I’d wake him up. Jump on the bed, drag him out of the sheets. Beg him to let me open presents before he’d even had a cup of his morning coffee.”

“And did he let you?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he answered softly. “Yeah, he did. Every year.” He paused for a long moment before he added, "And we always had blueberry pancakes on Christmas mornings. They were always his favorite and it eventually became mine, but I…usually never got those at St. Agnes."

A heavy weight felt like it hung in the air at Matt's words. You chanced a look at him beside you and he appeared lost in his thoughts. Chewing the inside of your cheek, your right hand shifted over on the center console, grabbing Matt’s hand that had been resting beside yours. Immediately his fingers curled back around your own. Clearing his throat, he glanced over at you.

“How’d your Christmas mornings often go?” he asked.

You smiled, remembering many different memories as your eyes remained on the road. Beside you, Matt was watching you with a curious smile. 

"I was usually the last of my siblings to wake up," you told him. "Which meant they were always dicks when they woke me." You laughed lightly, recalling a particular memory as Matt chuckled. "One year, Nate and Amber actually dumped me out of my bed. Just the two of them picking up one side of my mattress," you explained, "and then just rolling me right onto the hardwood floor." Your brows furrowed as you added, "I think that was the year I actually had a bloody nose before we opened presents. Because I fell on it." Matt laughed as a grin formed on your face. "My mom was so pissed at them. So of course they did it again next year. But they were smarter–" you said, fighting down a laugh of your own, "–they put some pillows on the floor for me to land on that time. So our mom wouldn’t find out."

Matt was laughing behind his hand, and the sight of him so happy in comparison to how he’d looked on the flight you'd both taken for Thanksgiving was easily worth the soreness in your ass a hundred times over. 

"Okay, so I have to ask since we're on the topic of Christmas," you began, Matt's laughter dying down beside you. "Eggnog–yay or nay with the fancy Devil senses?"

Instantly he made a face, his nose scrunching up as he shook his head. "Absolutely nay. It's disgusting," he told you. 

"But hot chocolate is a yay?" you asked curiously.

"The way you make it, yes," he answered, a charming smile slipping onto his face and lighting up his eyes. "Even more so if I get to taste it on your lips. Though,”  he continued, his tone turning into something sultry that rose the hair along your arms, “I quite enjoy tasting other things..."

You cleared your throat, focusing back on the road and not the handsome man beside you. "I'm trying to drive here, Matt," you murmured. "You should–should probably not try to distract the driver lest I crash the car." 

"Well the driver is quite distracting," he said, his gaze falling away from you. 

You tried to take a deep breath, focusing on the road before you. If you let yourself think too hard about his charming presence and what it did to you, you'd be needing to pull over and have him on the side of the road. And that was an unnecessary detour you both didn’t need. 

"Being trapped in a car with you when I need to focus is going to be difficult, isn't it?" you mumbled.

"Trust me," he said beside you, "I know. Your scent is everywhere. Kind of hard to ignore."

"Sorry…"

Five and A Half Hours Into the Drive 

“Fortunately there are other ways to get to Illinois from New York than by plane,” you said.

Thankfully the flurry of snow had come to an end about a half an hour ago. You were glad the weather wasn't as bad as it definitely could have been for this drive. You didn't feel like driving through a blizzard.

“Unfortunately the only other option is a more than twelve hour drive,” Matt added.

"Well…" you continued, thinking for a moment, "fortunately I have a driver's license." 

"Unfortunately your co-passenger is blind and can't help you drive," Matt countered quickly.

"Fortunately I just grabbed that coffee when I got gas," you answered. 

"Unfortunately that coffee might give you gas," he replied, amused. 

Your head snapped in his direction, jaw hanging open as your eyes widened. He was shaking with laughter as your cheeks burned. 

" Matt !" you shrieked.

"I'm only kidding, sweetheart," he managed out between laughs. "You wanted to play that game."

You waved a firm hand between the pair of you, shaking your head. "Okay, no more fortunately/unfortunately for you, Murdock," you stated. "You have officially ruined that game."

"Alright, alright," he replied, grinning. "I'm sorry. But I was only kidding. Though–” he said, fighting down a laugh, “–everybody has gas, sweetheart."

You ran your hand along your forehead, wishing you weren't driving right now so you could bury your face in your hands. Or bolt. You didn't want to talk about passing gas with Matt–especially since he had heightened senses.

"And this is the part where I change the topic before I push you too far past your comfort zone," Matt pointed out. "So…how much longer until we get to the hotel? I still don't have a functioning watch so I can’t tell."

"About forty more minutes or so," you answered. "Why, did all that talk about gas make you need a bathroom stop?" you teased.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, but I uh, I can hear how tired your body is getting. From all the driving. Was wondering when you'd get a break," he answered. 

"Oh," you said softly. "Honestly, I’m fine. I think the way I broke up the drive was pretty decent, considering. But I’m curious, is this more preferable to flying then?" you asked him. "Because you seem to be having a significantly better time, but I can’t tell if you’re somehow just really good at pretending since we’re not in a plane."

“Vastly more preferable,” he answered. “The car isn’t remotely as loud as the plane and neither is the traffic. I’m mainly able to just focus on the both of us, not all the people they had jammed into a plane with all their scents and perfumes and detergent clouding the air." He paused, his attention shifting downwards to his lap. "It’s mainly just your scent and mine, sort of mixed together over the faint scent of the rental car and I…kind of like it, actually." 

Your stomach practically somersaulted inside of you at that information. "So the hotel we are stopping at I already booked ahead of time," you told him, changing the subject before your mind started going down those thoughts again. "I researched it and checked out all the reviews so hopefully you won't have a hard time there. Figured we can grab food nearby first for dinner before checking in. And maybe just relax for a bit before we sleep, unless there's something you want to do?" you asked, glancing over at Matt.

He was smiling back at you, shaking his head. "That sounds great, sweetheart. It'll just be nice for both of us to stop sitting in here," he answered. "If my legs are cramping up then I'm sure yours must be, too."

"Yeah," you agreed easily, "I could do with getting out of here for longer than the few minutes it takes to get gas or take bathroom breaks."

Matt snickered beside you and you shot him a curious look. He was fighting back a laugh, shoulders shaking. 

"What?" you asked him.

"Just resisting the urge to make a joke about gas again," he answered, shoulders shaking.

“Matt,” you whined.

“I said I was resisting the urge to!” he countered, grinning.

You ran a hand over your forehead again. "I am so glad I'm almost done driving for the day just in time for you to revert back to making fart jokes," you muttered. "You really do need to get out of this car."

In the seat beside you, Matt burst into a laugh that filled the car with the warmth of the sound. You rolled your eyes, grinning.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x fem reader #matt murdock series #matt murdock fic #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil x female reader #daredevil x reader #fftd

[auckie]

Ok no actually I wanna hear your Trader Joe’s opinions I’m really into the orange strawberry banana juice, the bruschetta sauce, the cranberry lime juice sparkling water and cinnamon schoolbook cookies

You and I agree on the CLSW (cranlime sparkling), haven’t tried the others but I’ll look into them. The normal lime one is also amazing on its own, as well as a mixer for both alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks. Summer must!

There’s so much shit I’m obsessed with, I’ll try and list the most important ones

English crumpets

Mango kefir

Brown sugar oat creamer

Chocolate oat milk

Simpler wines brand sparkling white canned wine

Pfeffernüsse

Chocolate babka

Brioche sliced bread

Danish Kringle

Pinks and whites shortbread cookies

Joe Joe’s gluten free classic Oreo knock off cookie

Madras lentils (boxed kind is good too)

Canned giant baked beans in tomato sauce

The non joes brand oat milk coffee and kombucha but you can get those anywhere

Their candles, two in one grapefruit mint hair wash (I despise two in one products but this one doesn’t foam and is more of a cleansing conditioner I use in between shampoo and regular conditionings), and many other non food items. I’ve bought their towels, seasonal decor (usually those felt garlands), face lotions and oils. Loved all of them. Usually I only restock on the lotion, hand soap, and lavender laundry bags. Their detergent is nice tho, and I’ve also gotten their wool laundry balls but you really only ever gotta buy them like once. They also usually have pretty cute cards at the checkout! I like their cheaper flowers too, but there’s also a lot of very cute seasonal items they carry that I just can’t justify buying bc of price (have you seen their felt sunflowers? So adorable)

Simpler times potato chips

Crispy Crunchy Champignon Mushroom Snack

Fruit leather bars

Dried orange rings

Lox (labeled as smoked salmon iirc)

Both their Tunisian and kalamata olive oil

Vodka sauce

Roasted red pepper and tomato canned soup

Canned vegetable soup

Gone bananas chocolate covered frozen bananas (gone berry crazy strawberries are good too but like a dollar or two more expensive)

Jasmine rice in the frozen isle

Lime popsicles

Steak and stout meat pie

Pastry Bites Feta Cheese & Caramelized Onions

Canned tuna*

*especially with the gluten free microwaveable mac n cheese (I’m not gluten free if you’ve noticed, I literally just prefer some of their gluten free products. Same with the oat milk. I’m not lactose free but I just really like it)

Most of the frozen wontons I’ve tried

Chimichurri rice (goes great with the aforementioned roasted red pepper box soup, and chopped onions, green peppers, and spinach cooked in a wok)

Chicken sausage

Butternut squash gnocchi, iirc the potato gnocchi is good too

Most of their dried pastas

Almond and chocolate filled frozen croissants

The bars of chocolate you find at the check out that come in packs of threes

The weird meat sticks at the checkout too

Frozen hashbrowns

For whatever reason, their frozen green beans and asparagus is so much better than other generic brands I’ve tried

Any of the canned olives but esp the kalamata

Sun dried tomatoes

The produce is okay, a little pricey but they had brown Mexican tomatoes once that fucked hard. The herbs trustworthy too but really where is it not

Any of their chocolate covered nuts

Their fucked up chocolate covered chips, sometimes found in their snack mixes

Peanut butter pretzel snacks

Their dried seaweed isn’t my fav, but it’s not bad. I think it’s overpriced tho but tbf I usually get huuuge, less flavored packs from Costco

Pine nuts but good Gd are they expensive

They have cute, weird heirloom hybrid squashes during the fall a lot too that are pretty tasty

Things I’ve gotten from there that I hated? I didn’t like their orange chicken, ANY of the cereals I’ve gotten from there oddly enough, their pecorino Romano only comes grated and mixed iirc and I didn’t care for it. Some of their beers have made me scowl but also those are all random brands. But their wine (yes, even SHAW. But shoutout to coco bon red blend and blue fin moscato RIP!) has never does me wrong…except for any other flavor of the simpler wines canned ones. I can only do the sparkling white and literally no else I've forced to drink it has liked it! some of their salads have done me wrong. the canned chickpeas and dolmas were off. and some of their pricy juice mixes left me a bit disappointed.

[frostandflamesfanfic]

Of Sweets & Sweaters (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Of Sweets & Sweaters (Rated T)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: Brief language and suggestive comment made by Steve, nothing too crazy.

Summary: Stevemas Day 5- A few months after the Great Hawkins 'Quake, Robin decides to throw a little holiday celebration for the party and the older kids. However, Steve isn't too happy with the dress code. Is there anything you can do to convince him otherwise?

“Hey, babe?” Steve’s voice called out from your shared bedroom.You had to bite back the smile that threatened to stretch its way across your face at his tone of voice. It was fairly obvious what his whining could be about. What was so wrong about having a little fun in the process?

“Yes, honey?” you replied in the sweetest tone you could muster. 

“You love me, right?”

You couldn’t help it; a small snort escaped. “Of course I love you. Why would you ask that?”

“Because if you loved me,” your boyfriend’s voice grew louder as he approached the kitchen, “you wouldn’t be forcing me to wear this absolute and utter monstrosity.”

He stepped into the room wearing the brightest red sweater you had ever seen in your life. Covered in pom-poms and tinsel, Steve looked as though he had stepped right out of an offensive Christmas card. To top it all off, there was very exaggerated Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer stitched into the front of the sweater.

You gave a low whistle. “Damn, babe,” you mused. “And here I thought it looked good on the mannequin. This is so much better. I think red really is your color.”

“Oh, yeah?” Steve raised an eyebrow. “Well then, where’s yours? I wouldn’t want you to miss out on sharing this experience with me.” 

You smiled and held up your hands, which were currently covered in dough. There was a dusting of flour all over your clothes, making you look as though you had spent plenty of time in the fresh snow from the previous evening. For the last few hours, you had been slaving over a hot oven putting together the fixings for some of your friends’ favorite holiday desserts. 

Dustin loved brownies, especially when you folded pieces of Three Musketeers bars into the batter. Eleven had found herself becoming partial to your peanut butter blossoms, although it’s most likely because Mike introduced her to the best part: the Hershey’s kiss. There were cookies for Max and Lucas, who preferred to have their snacks on the go. Nancy always preferred the elegant classics, so you went with a chocolate silk pie, which you knew she would love to share with your queen of sweets: Robin. For Eddie, you made your spiked eggnog meltaways, which you knew for a fact Jonathan always stole a few bites of when no one else was looking. 

“My god, it looks like a bakery exploded in here,” Steve remarked, walking over to the counter to swipe some cream cheese frosting that you made for Argyle and Will’s pineapple-banana hummingbird cupcakes. 

“Hey!” you exclaimed, swatting his hand away after he stuck the dollop in his mouth. You tried your best to shoo him back from your workstation. “You have your own desserts coming. I’ve been baking for four days now. Wait your turn, mister.”

“Desserts, as in plural, hm?” Your boyfriend sidled up behind you and snaked his arms around your waist, face buried into the crook of your neck. 

“I may have made that chocolate bark you love so much,” you said with a hum, allowing yourself to melt into his hold for a moment. There was something so special and intimate about these moments with your boyfriend. Steve made you feel like you were the most important person in the world, not just to him, but everyone. You always hated attention, but the love and admiration you noticed in his eyes every time he tells you he loves you makes you overlook that distaste – if only just to see him happy. 

“Oh, yeah?” Steve smiled against your skin, his lips pressing against it in the form of many light kisses. You had to refrain from giggling. “What else?”

“And there might be some fresh gingerbread in the oven right now.”

There was a gentle nip to your ear, which was accompanied by wiggling fingers that danced along your sides. “Mmm, nothing else?”

You gasped and turned to swat at him again. “Steven Joseph Harrington!” you exclaimed. “You get your mind out of the gutter this instant! How dare you try to seduce me while I’m baking for the children.”

Steve groaned. “I can’t help it how hot you look in that apron, babe,” he whined. “Just want to eat you up.”

A hot flush burned at your neck as it spread up and across your cheeks. “Well, maybe later,” you stuttered out. “But for now, I have to get back to work on these treats if they’re going to be ready for us to take to Robin’s tonight.”

In preparation for the holiday season, yours and Steve’s shared best friend, Robin Buckley, had decided to throw a little impromptu party for your friends. After everything that had gone on in your small town over the years, she was determined to salvage one of the happiest (or, to quote the great Andy Williams, the most wonderful) times of the years. She had been planning the party for weeks, selecting only the “best” Christmas films of all time and records that would keep everyone feeling the Christmas spirit – even if it meant playing a few Black Sabbath songs for Eddie. Everyone was meant to bring something to eat and you had volunteered to bring the desserts. While you had nothing against the local bakery, there was nothing like the taste of a freshly made baked good that came from the heart rather than a plastic container. 

The only catch? The dress code was U.C.S.O.:

Ugly Christmas Sweaters Only, otherwise known as what Steve liked to refer to as his own personal hell.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he sighed and stepped away from torturing you momentarily to run his fingers through his dark brown hair. “Fine,” he relented. “Do you need any help, though?” 

With a sigh, you glanced around the warzone of a kitchen and placed your hands on your hips. Everything was pretty much done for the most part. There were a few things in the oven, but everything that needed to be prepped before the party was already set aside and cooling. “I mean, I think I’m just about done. Just have to clean up and get everything out of the oven.”

“If you want,” Steve offered, “I can finish and clean up so you can get ready.”

You felt your heart grow soft as you smiled at the man before you. “Really?” you asked. “You’d do that for me?”

Your boyfriend shrugged. “Of course! How could I say no to my baby like that? I would be, like, the world’s worst boyfriend then, wouldn’t I?”

You giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Not the worst. But you would most certainly still be the cutest.”

“Well, shucks, babe,” Steve teased as he began to roll up his sleeves. “I’m flattered.”

With a wink, he pulled on his yellow rubber gloves and procured a sponge from beside the faucet. His outfit reminded you of the old days, back when your relationship was still new and the two of you were battling an alien dog that had eaten one of your babysitting charges’ cat. While you were glad those days were behind you, there was still a part of you that missed the adventure and worried if the quiet domesticity would be enough for Steve. 

It wasn’t that you were afraid it wasn’t what he wanted– the two of you had had a lengthy conversation about your futures, with both of you being in agreement of wanting to start a family together at some point. You were more worried about the fact Steve may become bored with the idea of a domestic you, where the most rebellious thing you did each day would be whether or not you cut the crusts off your sandwich. 

“Babe?” Steve’s voice cut through your thoughts, snapping you back to reality. When you glanced over to acknowledge him, you noticed the concern practically radiating off of his face. “Are you okay?”

“Hm? Oh, uh, yeah,” you tried to console him. “Just…got lost in thought is all.”

Unfortunately, that hardly did anything to lessen the stress your boyfriend exhibited. His frown only deepened as he set down the sponge and pulled the gloves off to cradle your face in his hands. There was an emotion you couldn’t quite place flickering in his expression. It was almost like a twinge of sadness mixed with…guilt? 

“Are you sure?” he asked, more urgently this time. “You looked like you were in, like, another world or somethin’.”

Oh. 

It made more sense now. Ever since the earthquake, Steve had been increasingly protective over you. He worried about your every move for months, especially since you had become seduced by the siren song of a ticking clock. The same song that took the lives of so many others. It almost took you away from him, too. The night you froze in his arms, shaking in fear with eyes rolled toward the back of your head. They didn’t know your favorite song, they didn’t know how to save you. In an act of blind desperation, Steve had hummed the only song he could think of, which was coincidentally the first song you danced to at the kid’s Snow Ball: Time After Time. 

You can still remember how soft and broken his voice sounded as he sang to you. 

“If you're lost, you can look, and you will find me,” he whispered between tears. “Time after time. If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting. Time after time.” 

If you didn’t believe in the power of true love before then, you did the moment you broke free from the trace and came face-to-face with Steve’s teary hazel eyes. When he finally realized you had come back, he pulled you into a dizzying and searing kiss you can sometimes still feel if you think about it. It wasn’t just a declaration of love, or the feeling of relief, but a promise of a future he one day hoped to share with you. 

“Steve.” You reached up to grab his face with your own hands. “I’m fine, I promise. I was just thinking about things.”

“Are- are you sure?” His voice came out a bit crackly, as though he was on the verge of anxious tears. 

“Absolutely one-hundred-percent sure,” you assured him. With a bit of additional height gained from being on your tiptoes, you pressed a kiss onto his lips. I’m here, it said. And I’m not going anywhere. 

“Now. I’m going to go get cleaned up and get this flour out of my hair so we can get ready to go. If we make them all wait for too long, Robin’s gunna put us on dishes duty.” 

Steve groaned. “But we already did so much…” 

“No, I did the baking. You just stood there and looked pretty.”

Your boyfriend playfully lifted a nearby dish towel and proceeded to swat at your butt with it. “Okay, that’s enough outta you, babe. Go get ready.” 

- - - - - - - - - - - -

About an hour later, you arrived back downstairs feeling refreshed and excited for the holiday festivities that undoubtedly lay ahead of you for the rest of the night. You tugged are your sweater, hoping the material wouldn’t rise up too much over the course of wearing it. When you had washed the sweaters, you had made the mistake of drying yours a bit too long. You were pretty sure it had shrunk, but there was nothing else you could do about it. 

“Well, damn,” Steve let out a low whistle. “I think it’s official. My baby can make anything look good.”

Flattered, you blushed and gave your boyfriend a playful twirl. The sweater wasn’t that much different than his. Fashioned from a similar red colored yarn, your sweater boasted more snowflakes that pom-poms. A non-red-nosed reindeer outfitted the front, its grin appearing a little too eager for the holidays. Tinsel adorned the neck and wrists of the top, as well, ensuring that you’d definitely stand out alongside Steve. 

“Why thank you,” you teased. “But I still think you wear Melvald’s originals better than I do, babe.”

“Remind me to burn that store to the ground one day.” 

You rolled your eyes and slipped on your coat. “It’s not that bad, Steve!” 

“Says you!!” your boyfriend argued. “You literally look smoking hot, while I’m over here looking like a very festive tomato.”

“Ah, yes. But you’re my festive tomato.” You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before you picked up a tower of cookie containers. Was this potentially too many desserts? Possibly. But what else are the holidays for if not enjoying sweet treats with the ones you love most? 

“Come on, tomato boy!” you called from over your shoulders. “Help me load in these desserts so we can go show the kids just who means business at Christmas trivia.”

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Author's Note: Anddd we're back. How's everyone enjoying Stevemas so far? We're almost halfway through at this point, and I have to admit, I'm starting to lose a bit of steam. I have about four unplanned fics left to write, so if anyone has any Christmas (or other holiday season) ideas, please feel free to send them my way!

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Until next time, my little sparks <3

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[greycaelum]

Second request scenario!

Number 42 ( /^ ▽ ^ )/

Would be extremely fluff and feeling toasted bread is number one my favorite breakfast in bed (≧▽≦)

- Lexi 💜

[ Gentle Affection Collections ]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Request 42 [ List is here ]

—breakfast in bed

Notes & Warning: domestic fluff, slow mornings, taking clothes, stolen kisses & bitings, Word Count: ±800

"Sorry about the sudden disappearance, school started this week and my cousin went home thus the long celebration kept the whole family busy. Anyways, I hope you like this piece, coz I know how nice it is to start the day with a hearty breakfast to energize you." —Grey,

Steam

Satoru stirred in his sleep, long arms reaching over the other side of the bed like second nature, searching to feel your warm body, full and soft against his touch, but nothing of such greeted him. He groans and pulls off his eye mask, blinking back the drowsiness to see your bed made and pillows in their place.

"Baby," Satoru hoarsely called out in his deep lazy bedroom voice.

Pulling off the covers he grab his boxers and slid them on. Roaming his eyes to search for his shirt, just the same time as the door opened and heavy steps tread in the room. Satoru perked up and snickered, biting his lower lip at your animated figure. With his oversized shirt hang loosely over your body almost like a dress that you don't need to wear shorts.

"Morning" you greeted with a tray of steaming breakfast in your hand. Setting it down on the table you skip to Satoru's direction and flung yourself into his waiting arms.

"Hmmm, mornin' pretty. Why'd you leave the bed?" Satoru rasped, catching your sweet weight. Lanky arms grab your butt to hoist you up his lean waist.

Satoru buried his face into your hair, inhaling your scent that sent his nerves at ease. Subconsciously you wrap your legs around him and giggle, feeling the tip of his nose nuzzling your neck and hugging your waist tighter. 

"5 more minutes, just..." Satoru urged you. "...stay still."

A loud gurgling growl in the quiet room interrupted the sweet moment with the silly awkward silence. Heat surged through your cheeks, bashfully hiding your face into the juncture of Satoru's shoulders.

"I'm hungry, let's eat." A little whine can be heard in your small voice as you pepper the tip of Satoru ears down to the ridge of his neck with kitten kisses.

With amusement in his sigh Satoru help you down, landing your ass on the soft mattress of the bed's edge and then sauntered to the coffee table where the breakfast is placed. He took the tray and delivered it in front of you on the bed.

The tray laid filled with sumptuous meal. A bowl of sliced fruits, kiwi strawberries, blueberries and bananas. A plate of eggs, hotdogs, ham and bacon. Saucers of chocolate, mapple and butter and six loaves of toasted slice bread. With the steam of coffee couldn't be more perfect.

"I used the coffee beans you got me," you took a generous sip on the Blue Mountain coffee, the smooth with a hint of floral tone seep through your taste buds.

Satoru's nose wrinkled at the idea of drinking bitter coffee for caffeine in such early morning. He never like bitter things.

With the bread knife he generously spread the chocolate syrup on his toast. The dark sweet drip down his wrist and he quickly lick it off and took a huge bite, savoring the breakfast you took effort to prepare.

"I'd give everything to start the day like this," he hummed as he makes your toast with a sunny side up egg toped with bacon and ham, just the way you like it.

"Just seconds ago you're whining I left you." You rolled your eyes but opened your mouth when he fed you the toast.

Satoru grinned at your smile when you asked for more of the toast he made, making sure you bite a large chonk, your cheeks puffed like an adorable chipmunk with a peanut.

Sipping his cup of coffee, the strange absence of bitterness brought the smile on Satoru's face even brighter.

He leans over and press a wet kiss on your cheek and a few more playfully smearing your face with his messy and coffee flavored smacks making you squirm in protest with your lips pursed and huff.

"Satoru!"

"Thanks for the breakfast."

You pouted, feeling your sticky cheeks but move to lean over, grabbing the back of Satoru's neck to press your sweet lips against his. You gently swipe over the lower plump of his lips, savoring the sweet aftertaste of his chocolate toast and pulled away with a proud smirk on your lips.

"Thanks for the... kiss?" You smirked and went back to your egg ham & bacon toast.

Satoru chuckled, running his hand over his grinning face, unable to hide the blooming smile before biting the toast you're offering to him when he's already so much full with all the fluttering butterflies swarming in his stomach early 6 in the morning.

With your legs crossed and the steam of the warm breakfast between you and Satoru, the knowing smiles plastered on your peaceful and happy faces tells this day is gonna be a good day.

—GreyCaelum

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[ladylooch]

We need Luca proposing to Liv.

A/N: Oh my favorite proposal I have ever written??? yeah it's this one!!!! 😭😭

The soft clicking of Liv’s keys fill her office in her and Luca’s lux California condo. The sun is beginning to set on the ocean in front of her. She didn’t mean to work this late, but got inspiration from their walk to brunch this morning. What once was fuzzy became clear in her mind for where she wanted the next part of her second book to go. Her and Luca are supposed to be leaving soon for dinner. She will have to skip a shower. She hopes her dry shampoo can help save her wilted, unwashed hair. 

The timer on her phone goes as a reminder of her to get ready for dinner. She snoozes it, continuing to rapidly outline the remaining thoughts in her brain to come back to. Then she pushes back from her desk, reaching high to the sky to stretch out her shoulders. She rolls her head gently from side to side, working her tense neck muscles loose. She uncrosses her legs, realizing her left leg had long ago fallen asleep. She shakes out the tingles, standing and stomping her foot around a bit.

Wow, she was really in a trance there. 

Liv taps the screen of her phone, moving it off do not disturb. She sees a few texts from her brothers. Nothing from her parents. But a cookie recipe from Luca’s mom, Sam, that she had asked for. She ignores her brothers, but sends Sam an animated thanks. She softly opens the door, hearing soft music coming from the main area. She peers down, seeing red littering the floor. Confused, her timid footsteps push her forward. As she reaches the main area, her fingers begin to pull her blue light glasses off. Her breathing hitches when she sees Luca standing in the middle of the living room. Behind him, hung across their fireplace is a banner with one question:

Will you marry me?

She slowly pulls her blue light glasses the rest of the way off. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip at Luca in a suit, ring box obvious in his pant pocket, looking both nervous and excited.

“Are you….” Liv trails off, looking in awe around the apartment.

Candles and rose petals line a clear path for Liv to walk to him. White and silver balloons fill up the ceiling above them. To Make You Feel My Love sung by Adele coos from the sound bar under the TV. Liv purses her lips. Luca steps forward, around the couch, bringing her into his arms. Liv covers her face with her hands trying not to get tears on his expensive jacket. She’s in baggy sweatpants and a crewneck sweatshirt that is falling off her shoulders, showing her ratty, old sports bra. But Luca Fiala looks at her like she’s walking the red carpet. 

“I had a completely different idea for tonight. It included dinner on the water and a private sailboat tour and a photographer… then the sun started setting out here and I scraped that all. I only want this to be me and you.” He strokes her neck. “We will make plenty more memories together. But tonight, I want to walk down memory lane with you.” Liv shakes against him as she sobs. “Should we go back to the beginning?” He murmurs, pulling her back from him with a grip on her biceps. She sniffles and nods, letting him lace their fingers together. 

“It all started with a banana bread recipe.” He shows her the loaf of bread he made by himself yesterday evening before they went to bed. She smiles. “I couldn’t even crack an egg before you.” He jokes. He pulls off a bite of the bread for her, then tucks the piece between her lips. She chews, letting her eyes close to savor the full flavor.

“You made my recipe better.” Luca beams at her words of affirmation. 

“It needed chocolate chunks, not chips.” She nods in agreement. He squeezes her fingers, then guides her a foot to the left. “As hopeless as I was in the kitchen, I was somehow worse in the art department.” Liv laughs loudly, looking at the awful attempt at a mug Luca made from their first pottery class. “Remember what you said to me?”

“Stick to hockey.” Liv answers. Luca tucks a chunk of falling hair from her bun behind her ear. 

“Yeah. I thought… I don’t even care that I suck at this. I’m having so much fun with this beautiful girl. I didn’t want this night to end.”

“I know… you lingered on the steps.” 

“Down bad for a kiss from you.” He leans forward. He kisses her like he did that first night. Questioning, hesitantly, wanting her to take it to that next place so he could feel her desire for him too. Liv wraps her hand around his neck like she did then, guiding her tongue through the seam of his lips.

“Ooo. That brings me to our next thing." He reaches into the mug, pulling out the silver wrapped condom she brought the night she lost her virginity to him.

“No!” She screams, laughing hard as her face turns red. “Now I want to run away.” Luca throws an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, so she can’t. He kisses her again, both of them laughing to each other.

“I kept it, so you know how lucky you are to have a big boy.”

“Lucas James.” She slaps his butt. 

“You like big boys, baby. And you didn’t even know it then!” 

“We haven’t used those in years.”

“I know. Thank you for trusting me.” He brings the mood serious again. “That night and every time we have made love since then. I never take having you for granted.” She hugs him tightly, then he walks them backwards together towards the next memory. 

“I was so proud of you this night.” He says as he delicately trails his fingers over the cover of her first book. It’s his special one. The one she signed right under the surprise dedication of her book to him. For Luca.It was risky for her to do at the time. They had not been together for long, but she leaped into what she felt in her gut then. He was her forever. “I’ll never forget what it was like to see those two words… a whole masterpiece dedicated to me. What did I do to deserve you?” She puts her cheek on his chest. He sways them gingerly from side to side. 

The song coming through the speakers changes to Yours by Russel Dickerson. Luca moves them further down again. It’s her guest pass from the first time she watched him play against Lio. She had been so nervous and conflicted. Luca had told her it was okay if she cheered for Lio. Instead, Liv asked Luca for tickets and a pass for downstairs rather than her brother. Luca lost that night, but had been so excited to see her, he didn’t really care. 

They work through the next four years of memories until they get to the picture of them moving into their apartment here in L.A. Liv is on Luca’s shoulders, arms in the air as they cheer excitedly about getting the final box in. Lena had taken the picture of them. It is usually in a frame by the front door. 

“The best day… Finally living together in the same state, in the same place. After a really hard year for us.” He strokes across her lips. Liv stares into his brown eyes earnestly. “Thought I would lose you a few times.” Liv nods, remembering. “But we found our way back. You brought us back.” Luca steps back from her, only one of their hands tangled together keep them connected.

“I came to life when we met. Whatever I was before then was just passing time until I got to you. Wanna spend the rest of my life making beautiful things with you, babe.” He is breathing nervously as he gets down on one knee. He opens the box and Liv gasps at the beautiful ring nestled in the red, velvet pillow. “Will you marry me? Please? Let me spend the rest of my life loving you.” Liv grins down at him, then falls to her knees in front of him. She kisses Luca hard, almost knocking him backwards with her force. He smiles, breaking their kiss. “Yes?” He mumbles against her lips on his teeth.

“Yes!”

Luca wipes Liv’s tears away from her cheeks with soft brushes of his thumbs. Then, together, they work her ring onto her finger. It’s a perfect fit.

“That jewelry making class this Winter was useful.” Luca quips. Liv drops her mouth open.

“I thought it was so weird you wanted to go so bad. And so insistent on me making a ring.”

“Now you know.” He kisses her temple. “How did I do?” He asks for immediate performance feedback.

“10 out of 10. Could have been a 15 but you didn’t let look nice or have my nails painted.”

“You were supposed to go with Lena yesterday. Not my fault you bailed.”

“Yeah, shit. I got so focused on writing.” She trails off. “Are you sure? You wanna marry this?” She gestures to her dilapidated bun and overall unkept appearance. 

“Beyond any shred of doubt.” Liv squeals, kissing him hard again. This time, Luca lets her take them to the floor. His hands come to rest on her hips. He moans as she nibbles on his ear lobe. 

“Quick, baby. We still have plans to get to.” 

- - -

The private room at their favorite cocktail bar is filled with family and friends. The staff members cheer when they walk in, happy to see their favorite patrons are getting married.

“You knew!?” Liv laughs at the cheering reception. They yell louder. “Liars! All of you!” She teases, then allows Luca to guide her through to the back room. 

Emma, Timo, Sam and Kevin stand in the front, their siblings behind, all with glasses of champagne.

“Mama!” Liv yells, immediately flying into Emma. Emma gathers Liv into her arms, crying immediately at how tight her baby hugs her. She’s so happy. Timo steps forward, holding them both. “Hi daddy.” She murmurs. “I’m going to marry Luca Fiala.”

“Yeah you are, baby.” He kisses her cheek. “Congratulations. We are so happy for you.” He rubs her back as she embraces him fully. 

“Thank you. I’m… over the moon.” Timo smiles at his only daughter, ignoring the searing pain at what he knows is coming: giving her away.

Liv steps away, moving to Sam and Kevin. They both embrace her lovingly. They are thrilled for Luca to be making everything official. While she does that, Luca receives a hug from Timo and a big smooch from Emma. A slight, annoyed twitch trembles Timo’s left eye lid. Just a bit. His hatred for Luca is well in the past. 

“Dad?” Luca opens his hands, palms up in question.

“No.” Timo scoffs.

“Yeah, my dad was better than you so it makes sense.”

“In what way?” Timo asks. Luca just laughs, walking away. 

“Every way.” Kevin fills in with a smug smirk. Then he embraces one of his oldest friends from school. They hug tight, neither of them believing this is where there are in life. Or that their kids fell in love. 

“You gonna make it, bud?” Sam jokes next, slapping his back heartily at the thick tears lining his eye lids.

“Funny.” Timo grumbles. 

“He’s a good boy. I mostly raised him. Kevin barely helped.” Kevin rolls his eyes at Sam’s mocking.

“I know. I’m happy for them.” Timo tells Sam. He tosses an arm around her shoulder as they look at their kids. Liv excitedly shows her older brother her ring. Her smile beams, filling the room with more light  than a thousand candles could.

In a room filled with love, the Meiers and Fialas cheers a tradition Swiss toast to the joining of their two families. 

#Meier AU Celebration #Liv X Luca

[familyvideostevie]

Just some lovely, sickening post-story established relationship fluff would be AMAZING… I love no good at waiting so much 🥺

thank you for reading!! here's a little scene of steve x bee girl spending a morning together that winter :)

fluff, [0.7k], a no good at waiting one-shot | au masterlist __

Though Steve has assured you multiple times that the barn loft is well insulated, you are finding winter mornings to be almost unbearable. Well, maybe that's dramatic. But you can feel a chill in the air without the warmth of him next to you in bed.

You're due for your shift at the library soon, but Steve begged you to stay for breakfast first. Apparently, El made banana bread last night in the main house, so he went to fetch some.

Sometimes when he leaves you in his bed you think back to Halloween, how he must have run back up the stairs with sweets in hand and called your name to an empty room.

You promised not to leave him like that again. Not to leave him ever, you mean but didn't say. So, as a selfish extension of that promise, you hardly leave the bed until he's back. Some of Steve's heat lingers under his comforter with you, heat you curl into and find it hard to sleep without these days.

Everything smells like him -- the sheets, the pillows, the fabric of the hoodie you're wearing with nothing underneath. You're even wearing his socks. Maybe it's time to ask if you can keep some clothes here. He's got a drawer at your place, after all.

"I'm back!" Steve calls, the door swinging open. He's been gone for maybe ten minutes max, but you missed him even still. The sound of his voice, full of adoration and excitement to come back to you makes your heart flutter.

"Still here," you call to him like you always do. "Still cold."

He laughs. "I don't know how hungry you are, but I got like, half of the loaf," Steve says. You hear him toe off his boots but can't get a good look through the cubed shelves that separate his bed from the kitchen. "Are you coming over here?" You groan and toss the covers away, the colder air making you shiver. The clock on Steve's bedside table reads 7:45 am. You don't have to leave until 9 to make it to work, but Steve is used to getting up early.

You catch Steve in a yawn when you step into the kitchen. His hair is still the mess it was when he woke, cheeks pink from the cold his glasses askew and nose scrunched as he takes you in, expression fond. You yawn in reply and rub your hands over your arms to emphasize that you're cold. "Aw," he pouts teasingly. "'C'mere."

He opens his arms and you step into them without hesitation. You rest your head on his shoulder as his hands rub up and down your back gently, his breath synching with yours.

It's a nice moment, sweet and lovely until --

"Steve!" His hands are like ice on your lower back, so shocking that you push further into his chest to get away instead of jumping back. He cackles before pulling them back, running them up and down your arms instead.

"Sorry," he says, not sorry at all. He kisses you to make up for it, a soft but quick peck before he turns to unwrap the banana bread. "I think it's got chocolate chips in it." He makes quick work of grabbing a knife and cutting off the end for you, which he knows you like best.

"Oh my god," you moan. "This is the best thing I've ever put in my mouth." Steve has the nerve to frown.

"Really?" he says. You ignore him.

"Wow," you say. "Fuck me." Steve's nostrils flare. Then he takes a bite.

His eyes widen. "Oh, that is really good, actually." You both chew in silence for a few seconds before you realize his pupils are a little big.

"Steve, are you seriously turned on by me eating banana bread?"

"You were moaning!" he says. "Plus, you're cold. And I know how to warm you up." He wiggles his eyebrows and you roll your eyes. "How much time do you have?" You turn his wrist towards you so you can see the time.

"An hour, maybe?" he says. He reaches out to gently wipe away a smudge of chocolate from your mouth with his thumb. He makes. a show of licking it clean, eyes on you the whole time. Despite his juvenile antics, you feel the hook in your belly jerk.

"Fine," you say. He cheers. "But a hot shower after!" He surges forward, cold hands on your face this time but you don't pull away as he kisses you sloppily.

"Whatever you want, honey."

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