#dont microwave forks please

[danwithouttheplan]

They're gatekeeping by telling you not to microwave your fork. It actually makes every bite of your food warmer.

#please dont microwave your forks #im gaslighting here but theres no girlbossing going on #danblab

[jackmanbj]

home surprise

jack was on his was back, he was finally done with tour and was exhausted, he had been working so hard and you could tell from phone daily phone calls he wasn’t getting all the sleep he needed.

“jack baby please rest before you come home” jack sighed and looked at you through the phone, his dark eye bags showing heavy “baby, i have been getting 4 hours a sleep” “jack! your saying that like it’s a good thing you need more rest! when you come home your going straight to bed!” “not before i fuck you” “yes before you fuck me! i need you to be rested up!” “fine baby, im about to start packing and ready for bed, i loveeeee youuu” “i love you so much more! now get some rest!” “i love you more tho” “jackman dont start.” “yes ma’am, and you better be sleep when i get there!” “of course baby”

you hung up the phone, of course you weren’t going to sleep you immediately went downstairs and cleaned it a up then started taking out the meat to defrost for jacks favorite meal then going to the living room to get snacks ready and movies planned out.

of course jack would get all this after he rested or he would quite literally pass out from exhaustion.

you checked the time 1:30am, jack would be back around 7am.

jack knew new you usually woke up around 8 or 9 so he wanted to make sure you were sleep to surprise you by you waking up to him.

you were going to wake up at 5:45am just to make sure jacks food was nice and ready for when he got back.

you set an alarm for 5:30am and fell asleep.

once it hit 5:30 you alarm went off waking you. you quickly got up and showered, brushed you teeth and started makings jacks food.

it was a quick easy mean so you were done by 6:48 jack had landed around 6:48 and would be here around 6:50 or 7:00 so you started putting the food on his and urban’s plate and placing them into the microwave.

when 7:05 hit you heard keys jingle so you quickly took the food out checking to see if it was still hot and they were so you placed it down in front the two chairs where jack and urban usually sat and got some forks for them.

“hi boys!” you gave urban a hug then went to hug and kiss jack.

“baby i told you to be sleep when i got here.” “i know but i made your favorite meal!” “did you even sleep baby?” “yes j, eat please!”

urban and jack sat down and started eating while you started cleaning up the rest of your mess.

“baby your not eating?” “uhmm not right now” “mk” once jack finished you took his plate for him and washed it and once urban was done you washed his to.

while you were finishing up the dishes jack came up behind you and rubbing on your lower thighs kissing your neck

“mm jack” “baby you can clean up later, lets go lay down hmm?” “im almost done, and i told you no sex till you sleep for at least, 7 hours. minimum!” “ baby.. i haven’t seen you in monthsss i miss you” “and i miss you to baby but where not having sex right now, ill be in the bedroom soon to help you unpack” “finee”

jack slowly walked up the stairs waiting for you to change your mind, but of course you didn’t.

once you went upstairs you seen jack unpacking.

“you need help baby boy?” “yes babe!”

you finished helped jack unpack and he went to go shower while you got his sweatpants out since that was all he liked to wear for bed anyway.

once jack got out he quickly put on his pants and laid down next to you.

“i missed you baby” you started playing in his damp hair and kissing his forehead “miss you so much” jack responded in soft snores. he was face first in your boobs drooling so you kissed his forehead once more and fell asleep with him.

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x y/n

[katsukissleepybean]

Karasuno's Second Years and how well they cook or bake HC's

Yū Nishinoya

• Bruh this man makes chicken nuggets thru a fucking microwave.

• It somehow tastes good I-

• Asahi and Suga, please teach him cuz..- I- jezus christ..

• DOnt let him near a kitchen.

• Let alone loan him a goddamn fork. He’s gonna pretend he’s Ariels dad, (I forgot his name lmao) or some kind of god, idk-

• Plss- he would burn everything-

• It’s a miracle that the kitchen didn’t burn down, let alone the house.

• Though he would possibly do okay if he is with someone else.

• Maybe not so much with Tanaka, we all know how that will end up as, but with Suga or something he would actually manage to make something edible..

• Nishinoya would make bang ass burritos tho hold on-

• Like- if he once just decides to be decent in the kitchen he could do wonders.

• Tacos all day.

• And then once he’s done and eaten them, he would praise himself.

• Then he heads over to Taco Bell and gets the same thing there and say its trashy compared to his so called ‘masterpiece’.

• And that be it.

• He might make some instant ramen but further he’s ordering food.

• Definitely caries a big bag of candy and what not.

• Suga scolds him for eating to much sweets and sometimes checks Noya’s bag to see if he didn’t carry too much for the day.

Ryūnosuke Tanaka

• Now-

• He straight up sucks at making food.

• Besides the food he absolutely adores..

• So uhm, you want some nachos? Some burritos to?

• It took him a while, but he can make melonpan now to.

• (with the help of Asahi-)

• He first tried to call Nishinoya for help but it wasn’t edible.

• So they ordered food instead lmao.

• Now, Tanaka lowkey adores burgers a bit too much.

• Everyone says that because they know it’s true, but Tanaka denies it.

• Cheeseburgers. Are. His. Fave.

• God he loves them so much lmao

• When the team are at some random restaurant, (Sorry but it’s canon to me that they once in a week hang out together after practice or something and go get food together)- Anyway

• When the team are out in a restaurant, Tanaka almost skips the other options and just choose a cheeseburger if its on the damned menu.

• Sometimes he takes something else..

• That’s only bcuz of Suga and Daichi telling him he’s being unhealthy and straight up tells him that if he takes a cheeseburger he wont be allowed in the gym for a week.

• Ofc Tanaka listens, he don’t want to miss practice, he doesn’t want to miss Kiyoko “observing” his moves.

Chikara Ennoshita

• The soft uncle of the team I swear.

• He doesn’t really cook.

• He can, he is a decent cook, but cooking is not his favorite thing to do.

• He just makes a simple sandwich and that be it you know?

• Though he once brought some extra for the team because they decided to study together.

• Mostly to educate Hinata, Kageyama, Tanaka and Nishinoya.

• But he brought some sandwiches he made along and the team loved them!

• So sometimes Chikara makes extra for the team, so they can eat after practice.

• Even though they will go and get meat-buns after. But the team have two teens (Noya and Tanaka) who could eat so much and still don’t feel full.

• Also- aa- He loves chocolate. And Suga ofc knows that.

• Chikara sometimes makes little thingies with strawberries for Suga while Suga makes little thingies with chocolate for Chikara.

• How cute-

• Further idk anything for him im sorry

Hisashi Kinoshita

• Aaa idk much ab him to be fair

• But I am going to try :D

• I think he would be an okay cook. But I’d like to think he bakes really well!

• I think he would enjoy baking pie’s and little cakes here and there.

• He would so make cake-rolls.

• Literally of every sweet flavor he could think of!

• Strawberry, chocolate, lemon, cinnamon- anything really and he would try it out.

• Im kinda getting stuck eee- idk what else-

• Maybe he would pass by the cooking club sometimes and bake with them. Yamaguchi recommended to do that. In fact, Yamaguchi was doing it for a while and randomly asked if Kinoshita would tag along someday. And now here they are.

• Kinoshita was nervous at first as he isn’t the most confident, but after a while he warmed up to the others and is now coming by the cooking club often.

Kazuhito Narita

• Uhhhhhhhhhh

• He seems like a guy that loves bread a lot lmaoo-

• He cooks great to be honest!

• Narita mostly makes little simple snacks though.

• Nothing too much.

• His baking is fine to

• He only bakes either cookies or muffins though, also nothing too much.

• He likes to decorate though.

• I think that he would decorate the sweets with little figures that would sort of represent the team.

• For example Daichi would be a little bear, while Tsukishima would be a dinosaur. Nishinoya would be a happy looking dog.

• Further I have no clue what else to add oops.

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Yeee a part 2 on it✨ i hope u enjoyed reading it and uhhh ye✨✨ im working on the last part rn- i might do a little extra but idk🧍✨

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyu!! #haikyuu!! #haikyuusecondyears #haikyusecondyears #haikyunarita #haikyuu narita #haikyuu ennoshita #haikyuu kinoshita #hq hcs #hqnarita #haikyu narita #haikyu kinoshita #kinoshita hisashi #narita kazuhito #ennoshita hcs #ennoshita chikara #Tanaka #haikyu tanaka #haikyuu tanaka #tanaka ryuunosuke #hq tanaka #haikyuu tanaka hc #tanaka ryunosuke headcanons #hq nishinoya #yū nishinoya #nishinoya hcs

[glitterblazercalum]

please talk to me about battle of the bands and blurb :) -shadowhunters anon

hiii darling 💙

sdlknfkjfnksd asking about battle of the bands as if you don't already know it but ok whatever i'll bite :)) this one is actually about six of crows, not 5sos, and it's a battle of the bands au! what i've got so far is that one day, kaz sees a poster that the local arena is hosting a battle of the bands thing with a Big Monetary Prize, and being the money-driven dude that he is, he decides to pull together his only two friends (jesper and inej) and recruit some other vaguely musically talented people (nina, matthias, and wylan) to try and win it. there's some fun ~ going undercover ~ stuff planned, where they scope out the competition, and also probably lots of hand-wavey talk about instruments bc i've never played one and Do Not Know how to talk about them. i'm also thinking of making it multi-pov, like the books, maybe? blurb is intended to be a short malum thing where calum convinces michael that they should go ice skating together and michael conveniently forgets to tell him that he doesn't know how until they get to the rink and michael is like oh shit this was a Bad move. pretty simple and since i dont have a ton to say about it you can have a little snippet :))  :

"Michael’s made a lot of bad decisions in his life. He started off college as a philosophy major, for god’s sake. He moved to upstate New York right at the beginning of winter. He let Luke basically live in his and Calum’s apartment for three months for no reason other than how convenient it was for FIFA tournaments. He’s tried to microwave a fork on four separate occasions. So yeah, he knows he shouldn’t be allowed to make decisions, but he’s never felt that sentiment more acutely than when he’s sitting on a bench at an ice rink, shivering so violently that he can’t even lace up the skates that he doesn’t know how to use."

#ask games #answered #mimi #shadowhunters anon #it's been so long since i've gotten to use that tag omg 🥺 #fun stuff #six of crows #soc #fic stuff

[narcissasdaffodil]

Flufftober 2020

Day 10: Cooking

Writing this one from the same uni verse as two of these are currently.

“Hi, I was wondering if you would want to come over for food? It’s fine if you’re busy, but most of my flatmates are out so pretty much got the kitchen to myself.” Alecto read aloud the text in front of her, checking it through before she sent it off to Marisol, and sent it. She sat on the sofa, trying to find something to watch and ultimately failing. Why is there absolutely nothing on certain days of the week, anyway?

“Thank you, you’ve saved me from dealing with the state the kitchen is currently. Abby and I are the only people who clean up after ourselves, the rest of my flatmates are animals. I’ll be over in 10 ish minutes and let you know when I’m outside.” Marisol sent her a text back very quickly, which caused Alecto to laugh slightly. Wow. Both her and Abby have definitely drawn the short straw in terms of flatmates. You’re lucky, you mostly get along with everyone in your flat.

The kitchen was pretty quiet, meaning that Alecto jumped when she heard voices coming down the hallway. The door opened and someone flopped down next to her. She looked up to spot her flatmate Olivia.

“Still nothing on, then? Maybe try Netflix or watching a film? Also I bumped into Marisol as I was coming back, as you can probably tell.” Olivia grinned, curling up her long limbs into a ball and resting her chin on her knees. “Wait, did I make you jump? Oops.” She tapped the sofa, looking up at Marisol, who was still standing and moving from foot to foot, looking uneasy. “You can sit down if you want, we don’t bite or anything.”

Alecto put the remote down on the coffee table and put her other stuff in a neat stack on it, making her way to her feet and struggling slightly to get out of the low brown sofa. “Maybe you’ll have a bit more luck than me? Also you made me jump, but everyone does! It’s not just you doing that. Is pasta fine? Got pasta sauce I need to finish somehow. Also, Marisol, you can sit down, just relax. You’re a guest here,and guests don’t have to do the cooking. I don’t mind doing the cooking, I’ve been very bored the entire day so I need to do something to save me going crazy.” She retrieved pasta sauce from the fridge, setting it on the counter and putting the kettle on to boil for pasta. She found herself humming slightly as she waited, eventually retrieving her phone and a speaker and putting music on low, putting her playlist on shuffle. She went to her room to retrieve her pasta, making Olivia laugh when she came back with the massive bag.

“There’s still a pasta thief hanging about, then? How much food do you have stored in your room, anyway?” Olivia teased her slightly, flashing her a bright grin.

“Hmm, that would be telling. You’ll forever live in suspense regarding the amount of food in my room. As for the pasta thief, definitely. Keep your pasta in your room, otherwise don’t come complaining to me if it goes on a walk!” She smiled back, her grin reaching her eyes. She tapped her nose and promptly winked, pouring the water into a saucepan with 3 portions of pasta. Wait, Marisol’s a little quiet. Which is a bit off, she’s not usually this quiet.

She finishes sorting out the pasta and jumps out of her skin when Marisol appears beside her. She felt her feet leave the floor for a little bit, literally making herself jump, and she placed a hand to her heart, which was racing. “Wow, you scared me! Are you okay, you seem a bit quieter than usual.” Her tone turned serious, and she rested her arm around Marisol’s shoulders.

“It’s nothing much, just flatmate stuff. If I wasn’t with Abby, I’d ask for a room move, but I don’t want to leave her, that wouldn’t be nice. They keep having late night parties and I have the bad luck of the room right next to the kitchen, so it’s hard to sleep, which isn’t helpful when I have a 9am lecture. I hear them gossiping about me and Abby a lot, and it’s wrong. It’s not like any of them even tried to get to know either of us before they judged us. I don’t understand how partying this often is enjoyable and how they can attend lectures after drinking the night before. On top of that, they leave the kitchen in a state after parties and they don’t listen when we ask them to clean up. It keeps getting worse also.” Her voice was soft and she stared at the floor in front of her.

“Hang on. Liv, is there still two free rooms next to you? As we had people move rooms in the first two weeks. If so, we could try asking if both of you could switch floors. That might solve the issue.” Alecto’s eyes lit up as she had a brain wave, and called over to Olivia.

“You...you’d do that? Why? We don’t even know each other that well.” Marisol looked back at her, looking a little confused.

“Abby’s my best friend. And she’s very picky with people she chooses to befriend and I like you. I do see you as a friend, Abby has definitely talked to me about you a lot. I do accidentally scare people off with the way I am naturally and it does take a lot for me to befriend people too, but I like you. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t mean it, anyway.” She turned to the pasta, stirring it with a fork to stop it sticking, then transferred the sauce to a bowl and warming it up in the microwave.

“Yep, there’s definitely two free rooms. It would be nice to have an even number of girls and guys to be honest, 5 guys to 3 girls can get a bit overwhelming at times. We do all get on, mostly anyway, which is a slight miracle.” Olivia called back from her position in front of the TV.

“Liv, could you get all of your crap off the table please? We kind of need that to eat.” Alecto called over. Marisol nearly went to help, until Alecto grabbed her hand gently.

“You’re a guest. Guests don’t have to do anything. All I want you to do is just stay with me here. Even if some of it is yours, Livia is very much capable of moving it herself.” Alecto said, her voice gentle and she smiled at Marisol, her heart fluttering slightly when the other girl returned the smile for the first time this evening.

She drained the pasta and served it into bowls, topping it with sauce, and putting cutlery neatly in each. She tried to balance all 3 bowls, but Marisol grabbed one before she could.

“Dont overload yourself, you’ve only got two hands. Let me help just this much.” Marisol said. To Alecto’s surprise, Marisol’s cheeks were slightly flushed. She ignored it, moving towards the table and setting down the bowls. Hang on! Drinks! Oh dear, can’t believe you forgot those. She stood up again, just as Olivia retrieved a giant Coke bottle and 3 glasses from behind the sofa, and opened the fizzy drink, pouring it into glasses. Alecto found herself staring at the bottle.

“How did you know that was there?” She was more than a little bit confused.

“That’s where I left it after my lecture. I was planning to move it when I got back, but forgot. I don’t know why I thought behind the sofa would be a good spot for it, but oh well. It doesn’t really matter, right?” Olivia laughed and nudged her gently to sit down again. Okaayy. That’s definitely odd, but don’t comment further on it. “I can practically see the cogs in your brain turning around. Don’t overthink it, it’s only a bottle behind the sofa.” Olivia laughed again.

To prevent further comments, Alecto readied a spoonful of the pasta, hoping she wasn’t blushing too much about the situation. She blew on it, and tried it. It was great, especially after accidentally skipping lunch. Everyone around the table fell silent, transfixed by the food in front of them. There was no sound apart from music.

“This is amazing! It’s obvious why I didn’t put up a fight about you taking over.” Olivia winked.

“Well...you’re the one who messed up while cooking popcorn in the microwave at 2am, and caused the fire alarm to go off. And you’ve nearly blew it up twice! So it’s not hard to be a better cook than you.” Alecto teased her slightly. It was no secret how hopeless Olivia was in the kitchen.

“That was you? That night was one of the only nights there was no party on my floor, but after the fire alarm went off I couldn’t sleep, which was hard considering the fact I had a 9am class that day! I had to survive off 2 hours of sleep, 5 cups of coffee and 2 naps, that wasn’t fun at all.” Marisol gasped, promptly glaring at Olivia.

“Oops. I’m hopeless, what can I say. I can offer you a free room, if that makes things better. We can talk with the accommodation people and ask Abby too, so you can have better flatmates and can sleep better. I’m definitely super serious about that, by the way.” Olivia reached out and squeezed Marisol’s hand gently.

Alecto looked out of the window, feeling herself zone out slightly. She was happy in a way she hadn’t experienced in a while, and she wanted more.

#litg #love island the game #litg marisol #litg fanfic #litgs2 #bubblelaureno #marisol x mc

[katsukikitten]

Meal for one

You groan silently as you slide agaisnt the kitchen counter. The microwaves hum the only sound. Your body screams as you reach for your water and you snarl at the audacity of the bottle to be placed so far away.

Training was getting harder and longer. Especially now that your third year was quickly approaching. Lucky enough to still be with your friends, well more your family now, that was class 1A. You had been late to dinner tonight, well more like every night since your second year ended, you were studying and working your ass off in training to try to keep up with your amazing peers.

One more so than the others. Not that he would notice.

At least not anymore.

You are so lost in thought that it takes you several seconds to realize that the microwave is counting down from five.

You try to catch the microwave just before it ding but sadly the sound seems to echo in the overly sized kitchen as you growl to it to shut the fuck up.

When you remove your meal with unsated anticipation, eager to eat as you haven't had the chance all day. Your stomach growls audibly as you set the burning hot container on the counter.

You pull back the flimsy film all for your mood to sour.

Your little meal for one was cooked far too long, it needed only three minutes but you hit eight by mistake in your haste. And it didnt help that the display on the appliance only half worked.

You stared at the sorry shrivelled up pieces of chicken in the now mushy brocolli and fought back your frustrated, exhausted, borderline giving up on this whole hero thing tears.

All you wanted to do was eat your pathetic meal and get some rest before the new semester started tomorrow.

Was that too much to fucking ask?

The universe seemed to think so.

"Oi." His voice calls behind you and you stiffen.

The voice of the boy, well now becoming man, that you've been avoiding since that accidental and very drunken kiss at the beginning of the summer at that party that Mina just had to fucking have.

"Why are you making so much damn noise? I can hear you all the way in the living room." He growls and you sigh.

The two of you could have been called friends.

ONCE.

But no longer.

Suddenly you're brought back to the party.  The loud music of the memory competes with the heart beat in your head as you see his perfect face.

The room spins, you giggle placing your lips so quickly onto his after confessing.

"I've always wanted to fuck you Katsuki-kun. But not that one and done shit either."

He stiffens beneath your lips, pushing you harshly and you stare at his face.

Contorted in horror and rage.

You really fucked it all up.

You tongue your cheek damning your brain for being such a glutton for punishment.

"Yea yea I know this fucking extra does it all wrong all the time." You bite trying hard to control your voice. You slam your meal into the trash as deep red eyes follow your movements.

"You cooked it to trash it? You idiot." He spits and you grip the counter top to keep yourself from encircling your hands on his throat.

"Yea, that's how I eat now. Burn it to fuck all and then have sleep for dinner." A bitter laugh escapes your lips before your voice betrays you.

You clear your throat, keeping your head down while burning tears spill onto your cheeks as you start to make your way past the muscular hot head. Youd sell a part of your soul to have Toru's quirk right about now.

Sadly you do not and Bakugou grips so tightly onto the crook of your arm you'd think he was apprehending a criminal.

You make the mistake of giving him a harsh glare out of instinct, eyes still rimmed with defeated tears. You watch as his eyes narrow to slits.

As if he could see into that fucked up head of yours.

He pulls you back harshly and slams you against the counter top. The handles to the lower cabinets bite into your ass and you half yelp before gripping onto his arm tightly.

"Bakugou." You growl so lowly you feel him tense, "I'm not in the mood."

"Nether am I." He stares into your soul for a moment more before he lifts you light as a feather onto the countertop, he forces your legs open so his body can fit arms trapping you on either side.

So close that the sides of his thumbs dig into your thick thighs and hips.

He looks you over in your next to nothing training outfit of a sports bra and too tight too short shorts.  He takes silent note of your skin tone and how it is lackluster when normally you glow after a work out. His eyes find the deep bags beneath your own next before he sucks his teeth at how far you've let your body down.

Pushing it to exhaustion and not even fueling it properly.  He butts his forehead to yours angrily and with enough gusto that a bruise begins to form on both yours and his third eye chakra.

"Ow what the fuck?!" You rub at it harshly.

"Dont. Fucking. Move." He says as he backs away, eyes glued to you before he turns his back to rummage in the fridge.

He makes quick work of starting some sort of PROPER meal for you as you sit by the stove top, for once obeying his command.

Though you'd do anything to take back that kiss and have your normal rapport of teasing back. Your blush is delayed as you realize how close he made himself to you, at how close his lips were and you feel the ghost of his thumbs in your hips.

You swallow your desire as his horrified face flashes in your mind. You distract yourself easily as you watch him saute the chicken perfectly slowly adding the vegetables before adding the bean sprouts last. He opens the cabinet to grab a fresh plate only to be greeted by an empty shelf.

"Fucking really?" He hisses staring at the overwhelming pile of dishes in the sink. You begin to ease yourself down from the counter to wash a plate.

It's the least you can do considering he made you a whole damn meal at 1130 at night. Sacrificing his favorite movie for your shitty sake.

Your movement alerts him and he whips his head faster than you've ever seen him before.

"Didn't I tell you not to fucking move?" His expression matches his tone, dark. You hoist yourself back onto the counter  before placing your hands up in surrender.

He grumbles as he cleans and dries your dish and utensils before finally plating the dish with such meticulous detail that it should be served in a restaurant instead of to you. You sigh reaching for the fork and reluctantly take a bite.

You moan from the delicious melding of flavor before your scarf the whole meal down.

You're so absorbed in your meal that you almost forget about Bakugou even as he moves around the kitchen to clean his mess. You dance as you eat, taking bite after mouth watering bite. You pout audibly when your fork scrapes agaisnt an empty dish.

"Heh." The sound pulls you from your bliss and you're met with a staring Bakugou. Suddenly you are hyperaware of the whole situation.

Katsuki didn't cook for anybody and you couldn't remember the last time he had cooked for just you. You shrug it off as you think of something clever.

"So what do I owe you for the meal?" You tease leaning closer to him as he watches you.

"A kiss." He retorts with a cruel smile as you look away.

Cheeks burning with rage and embarrassment.

"I..." You swallow your pride, "I'm sorry okay Bakugou?"

"What?" He snaps.

"I said I was sorry Bakugou don't play deaf."

"Not that." A hiss, "What is my name?"

"Bakugou." You say slowly as if he were dumb to which his eyes narrow.

"Try again, Y/N"

You glare, dumbfounded, you hadn't spoken to him majority of the summer. Hell youd barely been in the same room as him and so suddenly he wants you to say his name?

"Katsuki." You offer dryly after his stare does not let up. He gives you a look as if expecting more. You snarl before biting out.

"Katsuki-kun."

"That's not how you normally say it but I guess I can still reward you." He produces your favorite chocolate, the kind that's hard to find and your eyes widen.

"Ah so I did remember right." He teases as you reach for it. He pushes agaisnt your stomach until you stop leaning on him to get that damn sweet treat.

"Please Katsuki-kun?" You allow that old softness into your voice that you only reserved for him. He stops for a moment, making good work at hiding the heat creeping on his cheeks as a mean smile sets on his kissable lips. He positions himself back between your legs, your knees rest slightly onto his hips.

"Open wide." He says placing a single square onto your outstretched tongue. When you moan from the melting chocolate and close your eyes he bites his lip.

He had almost forgotten all about the sparkle in your eyes, the way your voice said his name like a prayer and the sounds that you made.

He swallows thickly as you hold out your tongue for more.

He pushes thoughts of you like that on your knees away. Biting the inside of his lip and damning you for kissing him that day.

For opening the flood gates on what he was so desperately fighting against.

"This time close your eyes and keep your mouth shut."

"Why?"

"Just do it." You obey and wait eagerly for more chocolate. You do not feel him shift beneath you and you grow impatient and a little self conscious as you worry he is staring at you despite only a few seconds ticking by.

Suddenly you feel warmth on your lips as his have captured yours and you cannot help but moan against him as his hands squeeze onto your thighs. He nips at your bottom lip for entrance to which you oblige. His hands work up and down your frame before one finds the hair at the nape of your neck, fisting it to deepen the kiss.  Your hands fly for his shirt, desperately moving beneath it to do what you've always dreamt of doing.  Running them along his chiseled chest.

You kiss for awhile, long enough that by the time he is done you're both panting, adoring swollen lips.  You flush.

"Ba.." He gives you a look and you clear your throat, "Katsuki-kun what was that for?"

"For dinner dumbass." He says kissing you a final time before leaving you in the kitchen by yourself.

Your fingers fly to your lips and you think about how he tastes much sweeter than any chocolate you've ever fucking had.

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[bnha-mha-imagines]

CONGRATS ON 200 FOLLOWERS!!!! YOU'RE AMAZING AND YOU DESERVE IT! I was wondering about 50 and our very own Pikachu boy.

50. How much of a disaster are you? Why?

A: THANK YOU SO MUCH AHH YOURE SO SWEET! It makes me SO happy when people request Denki, he’s literally my everything :) 

Okay, I’m gonna be honest. I feel like a lot of people EXPECT me to be a disaster because of how completely chaotic I am. BUT. Hear me out...what if...I’m not? Like, don’t get me wrong, I’m like 12-22% disaster, totally, but also…not always? I think I have two modes: crackhead, and...a trying young adult. I can be very responsible, especially emotionally so! But also… i dont know what the hell anything is, and im in california trying to learn how to do my laundry in the most time-efficient way and ALL OF MY GROCERIES ARE RAmen and capri suns and I don’t know how to tie my shoes and an hour ago i was just racing down the dorm hallway on a razor scooter because it was someone’s birthday :) and i put hot sauce on my scrambled eggs and i have officially run out of clean dishes and once i ate an onion like an apple. Also apples + ketchup are not a good combo.

Kaminari x Reader

88% human disaster

Denki literally had no idea how to live on his own

But he was trying! He really was!

That said… he was still struggling in some areas.

You had to explain to him that no, whites can not be washed with the darks. You definitely saved him from creating a monster pink laundry load. 

Once you walked in on him crying because he was watching a video of a turtle on his phone stuck spinning under a faucet in turtle hell

He has a total of 5 dishes: a spoon, fork, knife, bowl, and plate

He doesn’t have any cups

He drinks out of his bowl or canned drinks

Do not let this boy into the kitchen

He will burn it to the ground

He burnt cereal once

“Denki, how the fuck”

“I wanted to try cereal in hot milk so I put it in the microwave”

You caught him sniffing a sharpie and ripped it away from him. He had no idea it was an inhalant drug

He’s definitely said a “yo mama” joke to Aizawa because he forgot he was in the middle of class and who he was talking to

He got stuck on cleaning duty :0

He has no idea how the economy works. Gross income? What’s so gross about it?

He broke his phone charger so he charges it with his quirk now

He’s too lazy to get a new charger cable

It’s like $5 dollars, Denki, just get a new one its not hard

He has definitely bought and eaten frozen grocery store sushi

He didn’t like it but he kept eating it anyways

He is a toddler in an adult body, please help him

Don’t even get me started on when he over-kills it with the quirk

You can’t leave him alone

He’d kill himself in the stupidest way imaginable without you

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[webcricket]

Castiel Imagine

Imagine: A grace-less Castiel doing his darnedest to take care of you when you're sick.

[A/N: Based on an ask from @81mysteriouslyme - “Just thinking: how would human!cas take care of a sick reader? Like sick sick. I reckon he’ll be insanely sweet and adorable but also a complete dork. Out of desperation he would also call Sam and Dean for help as he realizes he really has no idea what he is doing.”]

The plague - he read in an alarming article hyped in the headlines just last week in the Lebanon Daily Star that the black death pandemic that wiped out half of Europe in the 14th century is experiencing a renaissance resurgence in house pets populating the southwest. Mad-cow disease. You do enjoy a cheeseburger almost as much as Dean with the added benefit of table manners. Ebola. The trip to the zoo several weeks ago where Castiel insisted on spending hours in the primate exhibit observing the monkeys fills his heart with foreboding.

The list of fatal ailments he discovered in a Websummon search after plugging in your symptoms stretches endless in seriousness and judging by the patients populating the Doctor Sexy reruns Dean plays between cases in his man cave, it seems like humans stricken suddenly by dire disease is a daily occurrence to be expected.

Cas is convinced you need a team of specialists caring for you in a fully-equipped quarantine ward rather than a grace-less angel who burned the toast he tried to make you to calm your upset stomach … twice. You settled for crackers straight from the cupboard after he carried the smoking toaster into the bedroom, fingers singed black, eyes apologetically glassed, and hair frizzed on end after attempting to extricate an annihilated slice of bread from its fiery confines with a fork while the appliance was still plugged in. At least the flickering lights had nothing to do with a supernatural foe.

Disregarding the fragility of his own immune system at present, the one-time soldier of the Lord perches on the mattress beside you; irises glaze in concern as he gazes at your shivering sweat-drenched figure thrashing fitfully beneath the thin white bed sheet. The aforementioned list nagging his thoughts, he brushes the saturated tendrils of hair aside from your temples to check for small pox lesions. Relieved to see none, he lays a tender touch upon your forehead.

Wakened from tenuous sleep when his palm presses to your dampened brow to test the temperature, your whine of protest rapidly devolves into a congested cough. Given his lack of angelic aptitude, he can only guess at the sweltering height of the number.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, the soft smile he usually reserves for you inverts into an anxious frown when the fatigued hollows of your watery eyes resolve on him. “You were having another bad dream.”

A fever dream to be exact. “S’okay.” You manage a strained sigh, throwing off the well-meant layers of extra warmth he piled on your extremities while you slept. Despite his inept nursing skills, there’s something reassuring about having him here as you drift in and out of consciousness. Muscles stiff and aching, you regret the loss of insulation, seized by a renewed wave of chills.

He frets over the hem of the wool blanket, fumbling his fingers along the scratchy fabric and tucking it again beneath your thighs. He doesn’t like seeing you wracked by shivers, at least not sickly ones. “Are you hungry?” he asks, feeling a burden of utter uselessness to ease your suffering in his human state. While you slept he looked up a video demonstrating how to make toast in a frying pan; going so far as to bookmark it for reference, he’s optimistic of his ability to mimic the task. If that doesn’t work, he has one requiring an iron to use as backup. And there’s always the can of chicken soup he discovered in the pantry if he wants to do battle with the microwave.

The thought of swallowing anything of substance sets your stomach churning precipitously upward. Rocking to your side, you assume the fetal position to suppress the rising pressure and prepare for the worst.

If Cas had any sense about what was coming or fondness for his sneakers, he’d do the same. “Sorry,” he repeats the sentiment because he truly is, “I-” He’s not certain what he wants to say. The fact is, without his divine gifts, he’s out of his element. Deciding on a silent show of support in lieu of syllables, he lays a hand soothingly to your side, smoothing across the shuddering landscape until the nausea naturally subsides.

The distraction helps. Cas sticking it out when you must look and smell God-awful means the world to you because it’s evidence of his love. It’s one thing to say those three little words, another to dance them in a tangle of passion, but being there when you’re at your worst, that’s the real definition of devotion.

For Cas, it’s not enough. He wants to do better; to be better - for you, so you get better. Losing you, it would be his biggest failure and one he isn’t sure he could survive.

Digging into his hoodie pocket, he retrieves his cell, closes the open web page of the sickness symptom checker, flicks through his short contacts list, and calls Sam on speakerphone.

“Hey, Cas. What’s up?” Sam answers.

“Y/N’s fever,” Cas murmurs, pausing his caress at the peak of your shoulder to squeeze, encouraging you to lie on your back. “I suspect malaria.”

“It’s not malaria,” Sam snorts, intuiting the former angel consulted the internet for a diagnosis.

Sam’s probably correct. You haven’t traveled to a tropical or subtropical region ever so the odds of exposure hover in the region of extremely unlikely; unlikely, although not impossible. “Websummon suggested-”

“It’s not malaria,” Sam insists, unleashing an airy snicker.

“Gimme the ph-” The phone emits a static buzz as Dean steals it from his brother to slam it to his ear. “Look buddy, the last time we were in tropical paradise sippin’ cocktails was never.” The elder Winchester’s voice bellows confirming Cas’ own inner argument against the diagnosis. “Sam’s right. It’s just the flu or something simple. Y/N’ll be fine in a few days.”

It occurs to Cas if you do survive it’s high time for a vacation. First he needs to get you through it. Perhaps a call to Rowena would have been more helpful, but then there might be the nastiness of personal favors owed and he’s not certain, lacking celestial clout, what he’d have to trade for your life or if influenza is reason enough to involve a witch. All the anxiety emerges as a rasped, “But-”

“But nothing. There’s Tylenol in the first aid kit, two every 4-6 hours until the fever breaks,” the hunter advises. “And, Cas?”

“Yes?”

“Angel mojo or no, you got this.” The call disconnects.

“He’s right, you know,” you mumble weakly, garnering his attention; gravel inflammation grates your tonsils as you speak. Clammy cool fingers wrap his wrist until the phone falls forgotten from their flexing tips with a bounce on the bed.

“About the flu?” Cas’ brow crinkles in confusion. When you attempt to sit up, he props a pillow behind your back and ensures you stay covered and warm.

You shake your head, coughing into the crook of your arm. “No, about you,” you croak. “You being here, I already feel better.”

A smile curves at the corner of his mouth, flattening the fretful lines of his features; his eyes gleam so brightly blue you can’t tell if it’s the fever muddling your senses, or a tiny speck of grace still simmering somewhere within the seraph.

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[enjoywhatueat]

get ready for the most bomb.com.co.uk brownies you've ever had

PREHEAT OVEN TO 180°C FOR HALF AN HOUR!!!! DO NOT FORGET!!!!!!

CONSIDER THAT THIS IS MEANT FOR A LARGE TRAY

WHAT YOU SHALL NEED TO EXPLODE YOUR TASTE BUDS:

-BUTTER

-FLOUR

-SUGAR

-EGGS

-BAKING POWDER

-VANILLA EXTRACT

-CACAO (u can use cocoa powder if u want but it’ll taste more sweet)

-NUTS (if u wish)

-WHISK

-LARGE BOWL

-MEASURING CUPS

-SIEVE

-A TRAY

-BUTTER PAPER???? I DONT KNOW HOW YOU CALL IT???? IT'S SO THE BROWNIE WONT STICK TO THE TRAY

WHAT YOU NEED TO DO:

1- ok so take 3/4 cup of butter (or 3/4 bar) (OR 150g of butter, they're all equivalent)(also you can use less butter!! this is just a guide, go fuckn nuts dude) (u might wanna microwave it for abt 30 secs so it's kinda melted kinda mushy) and pour it in a large bowl

2- TAKE 2 AND 1/2 CUPS OF SUGAR AND POUR THAT MOTHERFUCKER IN

3- batter: "W-WHISK ME SENPAI~"

4- TAKE 4 EGGS AND CRACK EM OPEN LIKE YOUD BE DOING IT WITH THE BOYS, PROCEED TO POURING INTO THE BATTER

5- batter: "HHNG S-SENPAI!! HARDER!!!! AH~"

6- ADD THE VANILLA EXTRACT (i usually put 3 or 3 and 1/3 teaspoons)

7- batter: "F-FASTER SENPAI!!! YES SENPAI RIGHT THERE!! YES AHHH~~"

8- TAKE YOUR FLOUR (preferably 000 or 0000) AND SIEVE 1 AND 1/2 CUPS INTO THE BATTER, TAKE THE BAKING POWDER AND SIEVE A TEASPOON OF IT

9- batter: "S-SENPAI SLOW DOWN Y-YOURE HURTING ME, SENPAI PLEASE,, aHH~"

(don't mix the batter too fast once u add in the flour or it wont grow how much u want it)

10- OKAY NOW FOR THE BEST PART (aside from eating it) TAKE YOUR CACAO, MEASURE 100 GRAMS OF THAT FUCKER AND SIEVE IT RIGHT INTO THE BATTER

11- "uH UGH YES SENPAI MIX THAT IN REAL GOOD, DONT LET ANY OTHER COLOUR OTHER THAN COCOA SHOW, LEAVE ME HOMOGENEOUS SENPAI~. OH SENPAI I ALMOST FORGOT, ONCE YOU ARE DONE IF YOU WANT TO PUT YOUR NUTS IN ME THIS IS THE MOMENT, and mix me REAL GOOD, AGAIN, SENPAI~"

12- batter: "OHH YES SENPAI SPREAD ME ALL OVER THAT BUTTER PAPER COVERED TRAY, RUB ME IN REAL GOOD UGH SENPAI YES LEAVE ME EVEN ON IT S-SENPAI~"

13- OVEN THAT MOTHERFUCKER

14- to know if your brownie is ready, insert a fork into the batter, if it comes out clean it is done. usually brownies are done after half an hour or fourty-five minutes, a crust will form on the top

15- congratulations u now have a mind blowing brownie, explode your friend's mind with ur incredible brownie cooking skills

the end.

#personal recipe babey!! #u wont regret this #senpai brownie recipe #senpai recipe

[kayah16]

An: Melissa and Benny talk

Melissa was now 7 months pregnant and glowing. She wasnt sad no more. She had a job. She had mother figures in Mama Hanna and Mama Katheryn. Veronica was dead. God really did love her despite what she used to believe.

Melissa was in the kitchen heating her some curry chicken and rice up. She had asked Mama Hanna to make it for her and the sweet older woman did. She placed the plate in the microwave and closed the door and put it on two minutes. She went to the refrigerator and took out the pitcher that had the peach lemonade in it.

She poured herself a glass and placed the pitcher back in the refrigerator. This is the happiest Melissa has ever been. Even though Benny was a complete dumbass him bringing her to his mothers house was the best decision ever. Mama Hanna didnt judge her. She didnt treat her like a burden.

She treated her like a daughter. She took her to the doctor. She even had it as to where Melissa could work for Mama Kathryn as well. She would be internally grateful to Mama Hanna. She heard the microwave beeps and opened the door and took her plate out.

She placed some rice and chicken on her fork and placed it in her mouth and it was hot enough for her. She grabbed her plate and juice and went to the table and said grace before eating. Benny walked in his mothers house and sighed as he closed and locked the door.

He went to Mitch's house to see if they could be friends again and Mitch told him no. That weighed on Benny, because Mitch was a good friend to him. He mad his way towards the kitchen, only thing he wanted to do was drink a beer and eat.

Melissa heard footsteps and looked up to see Benny. She rolled her eyes as she got up from her seat to go upstairs. Benny seen Melissa about to head upstairs and he needed to stop her.

"No need to leave Melissa. I was just getting something to eat."

"I rather not be in your company. I already know how you feel about me."

"Hey, look. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did."

"Its whatever Benny. I'm used to people treating me wrong. First Jeffrey, Veronica, my Mom, and you. Only person I truly have is your mother."

Benny sighed heavily as he continued to look at Melissa. Every word stung. His mother didnt raise him like that.

"We have a baby coming into the world. So I mean we have to come to a common ground."

"You dont even come to the doctors appointments. I rather have your mother help me raise this baby. I refuse to have your mindset infused into my child."

Benny felt like he had been stabbed in the heart. He thought he would have made a good dad. Maybe not.

"Look you always trying to avoid me like I did something to you so dont try act like you care now."

Benny watched as Melissa made her way upstairs leaving him by himself. Today was a horrible day for him first Mitch and now Melissa. He really needed to start treating people better. An hour later Melissa came back downstairs to wash her dishes and Benny was sitting down nursing a beer.

Benny gave a small smile and Melissa just rolled her eyes as she made her way to the sink. She turned on the hot water and got the dish rag out and started washing her plate. Benny stood up and walked up behind her placing his hands on her stomach.

Melissa rolled her eyes as she tried to move from his grasp but he wouldn't let her. Melissa continued her task ignoring the big man currently standing behind her.

"I'm sorry Melissa I really am."

Benny felt movements against his hand and felt his heart best a little it faster. This was the first time he felt the baby kick and it was a surreal feeling.

"Benny. Move."

Benny didnt let go he just laid his head on her shoulder while the baby continued to kick.

"Please give me another chance. I can be a better man. I can be a good dad. I can find a job and everything. Just don't push me away."

Melissa rolled her eyes as she put her washed dishes away. Were all men stupid? She has come to the conclusion yes they were. She sighed as Benny started to rub circles on her belly.

"I really dont want you around the baby. You're too fickle minded especially when your sister comes in the picture."

"I know but I want to do better. Everybody has been laying into my ass and I want to show you guys that I can be a good dad."

"You first need to be a good son. Your mother dont deserve have the shit you give her."

Benny felt his heart sank as Melissa finally removed herself from his grasp and went upstairs. The brown eyed man felt tears well up in his eyes and before he could stop them they came falling down on his cheeks.

Melissa came back down with a black and white sonogram and handed it to Benny. Benny traced the sonogram with his big hand as more tears came on his cheek. Benny looked up at Melissa and seen her stone expression.

"That's your son. I dont really want you around him but whatever. Now you can leave me the hell alone."

With that Melissa went upstairs leaving Benny with the sonogram picture. Benny had a lot to prove to a lot of people. The first two people being his mother and Melissa. The third one being Mitch.

An: Angst. Benny with sense. Sucks. Sorry

@queenreignsempire

#haves and have nots fic #benny fic #melissa fic #kayah writes a mess

[coyoteweird]

How Hopper Adopts Mike Wheeler: Part 5

Wow I was going through my drafts and realized I forgot to post this. Well here it is.

Hey guys! This is part 5/? of The “How Hopper Adopts Mike Wheeler” Series written with my son @lgbtchee

Warnings: mentions/implied eating disorder, that’s it bc it’s all fluff 

Hope you enjoy!

Hopper didn’t cook. It was just a fact. He lived off of greasy takeout and microwave meals. He never thought that he’d be in Joyce Byers’ kitchen making a birthday cake and planning a birthday party.

It was Mike’s sixteenth birthday and that night they were having a party. Hopper wanted to make it good. He knew that Mike was feeling the absence of his parents worse than ever. Nancy had taken Mike out to celebrate together, and to distract him. The entire party was planning a surprise party for Mike. The girls were out getting decorations for the party. The boys were out getting tapes from the local video rental store for the sleepover that night. Steve was getting food for the party. Jonathan was picking up a few last minute items they needed. All Joyce and Hopper had to do was make a birthday cake.

If only Hopper knew how to make a birthday cake. At this point, Hopper had no idea what he was doing. It was taking way too long to make a simple cake and Hopper was worried they wouldn’t have it done in time.

“How much longer do we have to get it done?” Hopper asked, looking at the clock while joyce put the cake in the oven.

“We have enough time, Hop. Don’t worry” Joyce said.

“But I want this to be just right for him, after all the shit that’s happened. He deserves this at least.” Hopper said. “He’s practically my kid now, I want to do this right.” Hopper pauses.

“What if it’s not good enough for him?” Hopper said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Hop, please, anything you do for that boy will be amazing to him. He’ll love it either way. He looks up to you.” Joyce said. “Plus, even if the cake doesn’t come out right I doubt he’ll mind very much, kind of worrying though...” Joyce said.

“What do you mean?” Hopper asked “Is something going on?’

“Well… I did notice that he doesn’t really eat a lot, sometimes not at all.”

“What?” Hopper asks, clearly out of the loop.

“Oh well, I could be wrong. I just noticed when he eats dinner at the house, he doesn’t really eat much or makes an excuse not to.” Joyce answers.

“El and Mike usually eat dinner before I get home from work. She hasn’t said anything to me…” Hopper says, brows furrowed.

“Again, I could be wrong, it’s just some things I’ve noticed. It could just be my cooking.” Joyce attempts to lighten the mood.

Hopper just sighs, dragging his hand down his face.

“I worry so much about that kid that I feel like I’m going to explode.” Hopper says, mixing the batter.

“I get it, when I’m away from Will, all I do is worry about him.” Joyce says.

“I don’t know what I’m doing with him. I feel like every step I take is a wrong one. He’s so different from El in every way. They have completely different issues and lives and personalities. I’m still figuring El out, now trying to figure him out is like trying to speak french and german with no teacher.” Hopper says with a huff.

“Hop, you’re doing your best. You’re doing way better than Ted and Karen have.  He has a lot of issues, it’s gonna take more than a day to heal. Give him time.” Joyce says, grabbing his upper arm.

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the kitchen shifted. The air was thicker, almost electrified. Neither Hopper nor Joyce realized the way they were slowly leaning into each other. Like magnets, the two were drawn together. Both were mesmerized by the other. Just before the two became one-

“Mom, we’re back! We got a bunch of Mike’s favorite movies!” Will says, slamming the door. Hopper and Joyce jump apart.

“Okay hun! Go set everything up in your room, we’re almost done in here” Joyce says, her cheeks a light pink.

“Alright?” Will asks, a little confused but he walks back to his room, Lucas and Dustin following.

There was a slight tension in the room after that.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do that when we’re expecting the kids back soon.” Hopper said, laughing a little.

Joyce joined in. “Well you do have a point on that one. Now let’s get the cake done before Nancy gets back here with Mike.”

Soon after, they had everything set up. The entire house was decorated, the cake was done and everyone was in place. Now they just had to wait for Nancy and Mike to get there.

They heard the two of them walking towards the door right then.

“Are you sure anyone’s here? All the lights are out...” Mike asked Nancy. All he honestly wanted to do was go to sleep and forget the day entirely.

“Yes I’m sure Mike, don’t worry about it.” She said, smiling and opening the door.

“I just dont-” Mike was cut off by walking in the house and the lights flickering on.

Everyone shouts, “Surprise!”

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t almost cry because, holy shit, he was so happy that they’d done all this for him. He looked around, seeing his friends and people he cares about, there to celebrate him. It made his heart swell.

“Oh, wow! Just, wow!” Mike says, completely speechless.

“Happy birthday, Mike!” The party yells, rushing over to Mike.

Lucas wraps an arm around Mike’s shoulder. Dustin wrapped his arms around his waist, his face pressed against Mike’s stomach.

“Dude, happy sixteenth!” Max exclaims.

“Happy Sweet Sixteen! We didn’t forget, like the movie!” El yells, the biggest smile on her face.

“Happy birthday, little dude!” Steve says, ruffling Mike’s hair.

“C’mon, guys, the pizza will get cold!” Joyce says, laughter in his voice.

Mike was still stuck as everyone went to the kitchen, just looking around at all the decorations.

Will came over to him and grabbed his hand. “C’mon, Mikey,” He said, smiling. “Let’s go eat okay?”

Mike seemed to snap out of it then, nodding. The biggest smile on his face that he’s had in forever. “Yeah, okay” he said, following Will into the kitchen.

They were all sitting around the kitchen eating pizza and talking. God Mike had never felt so fucking grateful in his life. Mike sat up on one of the counters, will right up there beside him as he ate his slice of pizza, without Will even having to convince him to try.

“Thank you guys for all of this, so so much.” Mike said, after everyone had finished eating.

“Don’t worry about it, you deserve it Mike.” Jonathan said. “After everything that’s happened recently, you do.”

Mike just smiled, and Will was just glad that he was happy in the moment. He’d missed Mike’s smile so much.

“C’mon now, time for cake.” Hopper said, lighting the candles.

Mike was practically beaming as everyone sang happy birthday, and when he blew out the candles, he wished for everything to stay just like this. For nothing to ever go wrong or change.

“What’d you wish for?” El asks, Max throws her arm around her shoulders.

“He can’t tell you or it won’t come true! That’s why you don’t say you’re wish out loud when you make it!”

El smiles, a small blush on her cheeks. Max has a large grin on her own face. Mike smiles at the interaction.

“I hope the cake’s okay. I asked El and Will what you’d like, and they said that this was your favorite.” Hopper says, cutting into the buttercream frosting.

Mike’s smile only widens. Will and El had gotten it right. Hopper cut a large piece of pink strawberry cake with buttercream frosting.

“Thanks! It’s my favorite!” Mike says, taking a huge bite. “It’s amazing! Thanks so much!” Mike says, mouth full of frosting.

Will stared at Mike warmly, a large smile on his face. Mike shoveled cake into his mouth, enjoying the cake. Mike catches Will staring and pauses, fork hovering above his mouth.

“What is it? Is there something on my face?” Mike asks, confused.

Will doesn’t answer, instead leaning over and wiping a glob of frosting off of Mike’s face. The pad of Will’s thumb dragging across Mike’s lower lip. Mike blushes a deep pink.

“There.” Will smiled softly, leaning forward pecking his lips gently, making Mike’s cheeks just go pinker.

The party watched the scene play out, Dustin and Lucas always knew that the two of them would end up a thing, they were always so obvious. Everyone else had moved into the living room.

“Hey, do you wanna go watch a movie with everyone before the sleepover tonight?” Will asked suddenly, Mike nodded.

“We’re having a sleepover too?” Mike asked.

“Well of course we are. Now c’mon, you get to choose” Will said, grabbing his hand, pulling him into the living room.

Dustin, Lucas, El and Max followed behind them, El and Max holding hands, sitting right next to each other on the floor in front of the tv.

If Will was being honest, he was trying to keep mike distracted. The longer he was distracted, the less time he had to think about things that Will knew would just make him upset.

They all sat around the tv, watching one of Mike’s absolute favorite movies, The Shining.

Mike always got so into horror movies when watching them. He loved to theorize who the killer was or who was next to die, even analyze the meaning behind the stories. Most people would find his excited chatter throughout the movies annoying, but Will thought it was endearing. Mike had a sort of obsession with stories. He loved planning their D&D campaigns, taking time to perfect the details and plot lines. Will also knew that Mike wrote his own stories, but he was much more hesitant to share those. Will had yet to read one.

“What’s this one about again?” El asks, still confused.

“Okay, it’s about this family, right? They go up to this hotel in the mountains. The dad’s a writer so they move there so he can focus on it more and still make enough money to take care of the family. And the hotel’s like, haunted somehow. Well, the little boy, Danny can like, see things? Not ghosts per say but he has visions. He’s a ‘shiner’, That’s what they call it in the book, and while they’re there Danny starts seeing worse and worse stuff. Jack like, investigates the hotel and finds out how messed up it is and he goes nuts and tries to kill his family.” Mike says, not taking a full breath the whole time.

“Jesus, this is based off that Stephen King book, right?” Steve asked.

“Yeah! There’s a lot more details in the book though. I don’t think they mention the shiners in the movie though.” Mike responds.

By the time the movie was over it was starting to get late. Dustin was passed out on Lucas’ shoulder, Lucas leaning his own head on Dustin’s. El and Max wear also asleep, El with her head in Max’s lap. Jonathan and Nancy had gone to bed halfway through, Steve going home soon after. Hopper had gone home just before the movie started. Will and Mike were the only ones awake.

Will and Mike had been sitting with their backs against the couch. As the movie progressed, Mike and Will were drawn closer together, ending with Will’s arms thrown over Mike’s shoulders, Mike’s arms wrapped around Will’s waist, face pressed to his chest. Neither boy was asleep, both too happy to sleep just yet.

“Mike, can I give you my gift?” Will whispers.

“You didn’t have to get me anything. This was more than enough.” Mike responds, looking at Will in the eyes.

“Come?” Will asks, and Mike nods.

Will stands and holds his hand out to Mike. They walk down to Will’s bedroom hand in hand. Will shuts the door behind Mike, not moving further into the room. Mike pauses, leaning against the shut door. Will is silent, staring at Mike with a warm gaze.

“What is it?” Mike asks.

“This isn’t your gift, but can I kiss you?” Will asks, making Mike blush and nod.

Will cups Mike’s cheek, thumb brushing across Mike’s cheekbone, before sliding down to Mike’s neck, cupping the back of his head. Will leans in, lips connecting with Mike’s. The kiss is slow, but passionate. Mike’s arms were wrapped around Will’s back. Mike thinks he can feel all of Will’s love in that one kiss. After a few minutes, Will pulls away from the kiss with a smile. In the back of Mike’s mind, he notes that’s the longest kiss the pair has shared.

“Now for your real gift.” Will says, pulling away after kissing Mike’s cheek.

Mike was still a little breathless from the kiss, his cheeks still flushed light pink. “Really, Will. You didn’t need to get me anything.” He said.

“I wanted to, after everything that’s happened you deserve it.” Will said, holding Mike’s hands, giving him a soft kiss yet again before going over to his closet.

Mike thought that he could live on just that for his whole life.

Will pulled out a small, wrapped box from his closet, bringing it over to where Mike stood. He handed him the box. “Here, open it.” Will said softly, giving mike the box.

“Will you really didn’t need to” mike said.

“Mike, hush and open it, please?” Will responded.

“Okay, okay fine.” Mike said, sitting down on the floor, will sitting right in front of him. Will watched as Mike unwrapped the box, lifting the flaps that kept the contents hidden.

Inside the box was a small stuffed bear, a walkman, and a tape that had ‘For a Rainy Day’ written on it. Mike was quiet. For a second, Will thought that he didn’t like it.

“If you don’t like it, I can return it and you can get something different.” Will says, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Suddenly, Mike surges forward and wraps his arms around Will’s neck. Will was stunned for a moment, but quickly returns the hug, wrapping his arms around Mike’s waist.

“It’s perfect, Will. I love it!” Mike says, pecking Will.

Will smiles brightly, tightening his arms around Mike’s waist.

“I’m really glad you like it. I was nervous you wouldn’t.” Will says, pulling back a bit to look at Mike’s face.

“Will, it’s amazing. My parents have my old one so this is absolutely perfect! It’s actually too much, you didn’t have to spend all this on me. The bear would have been more than enough. I really love it.” Mike says, thumb caressing the back of Will’s neck.

Will shakes his head. “No, it’s more than okay,” He says, smiling. “Like I said, you deserve it. Okay?” He said, kissing Mike’s nose.

Mike started to argue, but stopped himself. He was sure that Will wouldn’t let him win this one

“Okay, okay, fine.” Mike says “I’ll agree with you on this.” He added, leaning his forehead against wills

“Wanna watch another movie and go to sleep?” Will asked, standing up and pulling Mike with him.

Mike nodded “Can we watch Halloween?” he asked softly, following will back into the living room, carrying the small stuffed bear with him.

Will nodded. “How about that, then 16 Candles?” He asked.

“You only want to watch 16 candles because I’m finally 16 now.” Mike pouted.

“Oh, come one. It’s one of my favorites! It’s romantic.” Will teases, making Mike blush.

“You’re such a sap, Will.” Mike teases back.

“Oh, so you’re telling me I have to reenact the birthday cake scene all by myself?” Will smirks.

“You’re too cheesy to handle.” Mike swats at Will’s arm, but melts against his chest when Will throws his arm over his shoulders.

After the third movie, the pair was asleep, loosely entangled in each other’s arms.

The next morning Mike woke up to everyone talking.

“Guys, shh! You’ll wake them up!”

“They’re probably already are awake!”

“I am! Be quiet so you don’t wake Mike up!”

Mike groaned softly, burying his face in Wills shoulder “What time is it?” He mumbled.

“Nine in the morning.” Lucas laughed. 

“Why the hell are any of you awake” Mike complained, sitting up.

“Because, we have more planned for today! We’re going to have an all weekend thing for you, Mike. So get up!” Max said, smiling.

“You guys didn’t have to! Yesterday was more than enough!” Mike exclaimed, but a bright smile on his face.

“This is ‘The Weekend of Wheeler’, okay? One day just isn’t enough.” Dustin says, pinching Mike’s cheeks.

“Up and at, ‘em, Nerd. We got things to do and places to be. So start getting ready!” Max exclaims.

“Where are we going?” Mike asks, grabbing his bag.

“It’s a surprise! Get ready and you’ll see.” El says, clasping her hands together in excitement.

Mike rushes to get ready, showering and getting changed in record time. He wore an oversized sweater with a muted pattern that El bought him that Max said would “suit his coloring”, whatever that meant. When he finished getting ready and entered the living room, everyone else was ready and eating the breakfast Joyce and Hopper were making, scrambled eggs, toast, and some bacon. Mike smiled.

Mike took the seat next to Will. “Why can’t you guys just tell me where we’re going?” He whined, taking a few bites of the eggs.

“Because it’s a surprise.” Will said. “You have you wait until we get there” Will whined back.

Mike pouted, pulling his sleeves up a little so they don’t get messy. “That’s not fair though.” He says as he finished what was on his plate. Will squeezed his hand slightly.

“Well you have to deal with it.” El says, smiling “If you wait it’ll be a better surprise.”

“Fine,” Mike pouted. “Can we go now?” He asked once everyone had finished eating.

Just then, a horn sounded from outside, causing Mike to furrow his brows but the others to jump up.

“Fine, fine! Let’s roll out!” Dustin yells, grabbing his bag.

“Who is that?” Mike asked, but he was just pulled by the hand by Will.

“We already told you, it’s a surprise!” Will says.

Outside, Steve leans against the police cruiser. Hopper follows the kids outside, a scowl on his face.

“Be careful with her, okay.” Hopper barks, Joyce pats his shoulder.

“Be careful with the kids, okay. You know to call of anything happens, alright. And have fun!” Joyce says, bringing her hands to her mouth in anxiousness.

“We’re taking the cruiser?” Mike asks Hopper.

“Yeah, you got a long drive ahead of you and I don’t want you all crammed and on each other’s laps. That way you all fit.” Hopper says, ruffling Mike’s hair.

“A long drive? Where are we going?” Mike asks again.

“It’s a surprisee!” Will says again, drawing out the E and dragging Mike to sit next to him in the car.  

“Why can’t you guys just tell me.” Mike pouts. “You could be dragging me to my death.” He says, leaning his head on wills shoulder.

“We aren’t dragging you to your death, oh my gosh.” Will says, laughing a little.

“Don’t worry too much, Mike.” Nancy said from the passenger seat. “We wouldn’t do that to you.”

“I know, I just wanna know.” Mike said, yawning a little.

“Well you gotta wait a few hours, we’re going all the way to Indianapolis.” Steve laughed.

“That’s so far.” Mike says, “What’s in Indianapolis?”

“Nope! Surprise.” El says. “Now, shhh.”

Mike ended up sleeping a majority of the car ride, still tired from staying up later the night before with Will. The others were happy about that, knowing the surprise would be even greater when he woke up. The ride was a little over two hours, Mike spent the entire time curled up by Will’s side, drooling slightly into the collar of Will’s flannel. The others were already thinking of all the ways they could tease Mike, but Will simply smiled and leaned his head on top of Mike’s. Mike stayed asleep until Steve finally parked.

“Mike,” Nancy dragged out. “Mike, we’re here.” Nancy leaned closer to Mike.

“Hm?” Mike brought a balled fist up to his eye to try and rub the sleep out. “Already?” He yawned.

“Yeah, only took like three hours. Enough time for you to create a small ocean of drool on Will’s shirt, doofus.” Max’s chin rested in El’s shoulder, shaking for trying to hold in her laughter.

Mike’s cheeks turned bright pink. “I don’t drool.” Mike swiped at the corners of his mouth to try and hide any dried spit before the others spotted. “Where are we? A parking lot?” Mike’s brows furrowed.

Lucas snorts. “Yeah! We drove all the way to Indianapolis to hang out in this parking lot. Happy birthday!” He smirked, leaning against the seat in front of him on his bent elbow.

Nancy smiles at the interaction. “You’ve been asking to come here since you were like, eight. So, I thought now was as good a time as ever.” Mike’s eyes lit up and he sat up straight immediately.

“No freaking way! You guys didn’t!” Mike couldn’t keep the ear to ear grin off his face.

“We freaking did!” Dustin’s hands shot out, narrowly missing Steve’s face.

“Then, what are we doing waiting in the car? Let’s go!” Mike couldn’t wait for the others to get out, so he started crawling across Will’s lap and opening the door. “Guys, come on!” Mike tumbled out of the car and onto the asphalt, an excited laugh leaving his mouth.

“Sometimes, he baffles me with how much of a nerd he is, I swear.” Max says, holding out her hand to help El out of the car. El just gave her a half-smile in return.

“It’s cute how excited he is though” Will said, getting out of the car.

“Guys hurry up!”

“Mike, we literally have all day calm down.” Steve said, laughing a little.

“Oh hush, he’s excited, leave him alone.” Nancy said. “Let’s just go before he runs off and gets lost.”

Will managed to catch up to mike, who had already gotten to the entrance and was pretty much bouncing in his spot. ”Excited?” Will asked him, smiling.

“Definitely! I’ve always wanted to come here, I love all the animals so much!” Mike said, grinning.

“What’s your favorite?” Will asked, turning to face him.

“Ooo uh, either the koalas or the lions or the penguins, I can’t choose.” Mike says

“I think mine are the elephants. They’re so big but so sweet and smart. And obviously cute.” Will grabs Mike’s hand, lacing their fingers. “But, yours are all great ones.”

“There are so many animals here! I can’t wait to see them! We need to find out everyone’s favorites so no one gets pissed!” Mike was practically vibrating.

“I want to see the snakes.” El leans her arm on Will’s shoulder.

“The snakes? I want to see the tigers.” Max says.

“I just don’t want to lose any of you shitheads. I’d like to avoid Hopper killing me for at least another day.” Steve interjects, biting his lip.

“Drama queen.” Nancy lightly shoves Steve. He barks out a laugh. “I’m being serious! He might actually kill me if any of you disappear”

“We won’t get lost.” Will said “Now, lets’ go before Mike falls over.” he said laughing.

The group walked in, Mike immediately dragging Will over to the first animal he saw, being the meerkats “Guys! Guys, look.”

“What are they?” El asks, face practically pressed against the glass.

“Meerkats! Aren’t they cute?” Mike’s face was pressed up against the glass.

“Says here that their groups are called gangs. That’s adorable.” Steve says, the others roll their eyes.

They watched the meerkats play for a few minutes, before moving on to the next animal. Mike leading the group, pulling Will by his hand.

“Come on! We gotta try and see as many animals as we can!” Mike is practically skipping.

They stayed most of the day. The zoo didn’t close until 10pm, and Mike had begged to stay until it closed, even though he was dead tired by the end of the day. They got back to the car finally and started heading home.

The party was quiet in the car. El and Max were asleep with their heads resting on top of one another. Lucas was sleeping with his head resting against the window; Dustin had his head leaning all the way back, snores escaping his lips. Mike’s head was against Will’s shoulder. Mike hadn’t fallen asleep yet, but he could feel his tired eyelids getting heavier. Mike thought that Will was asleep until he quietly broke the silence.

“Did you have fun?” Will’s chest vibrates softly as he speaks.

“Yeah, I did. It was great. I’m really glad we all went.” Mike tilts his head to look at Will. A sleepy smile painting his face.

“I’m glad we went together, too. We really wanted your birthday to be special,” Will’s rests his right hand in his lap, almost brushing Mike’s own hand. “You always go above and beyond for our birthdays.”

Mike figures out that Will is quietly asking if he can hold his hand, and interlaces their fingers. “That’s because you guys deserve it. You guys are the most important people in the world to me.” Mike’s thumb brushes across the back of Will’s hand slowly. “It’s nothing.” He finishes.

“It is too a big deal. It means a lot to all of us,” Will squeezes Mike’s hand, leaning more into Mike. “And, you know, you mean the world to us. To me.” Will blushes at his own words.

Mike’s cheeks turn a bright pink, but he has a wide smile and his eyes shine. “Thanks Will. You mean the world to me too.” Mike tilts his head up and kisses Will’s cheek.

“I love you” Will said softly, Mike froze for a second, biting his lip. He didn’t know what to say for a moment, it made his heart stop. He had to admit that it still made him anxious, even if it was Will.

“I love you too.” Mike said after a moment, a small smile on his face.

“You don’t have to say it back, you know.” Will stares out the window, pink dusting his cheeks. “I just want you to know.” He adds, his left hand scratching the back of is neck.

“I’m saying it because it’s true. I do. Love you. I love you.” Mike says, his own face just a pink as Will’s.

“Good” Will said softly, leaning down to press his lips to Mike’s. The kiss was soft and sweet, just like every other kiss they’ve shared. And to mike, every kiss was better than the last.

When they pulled away, the kiss lasting just a couple minutes, will leaned his forehead against Mike’s, smiling softly. “You should sleep, Mikey” he said, bringing their hands up to softly kiss the back of Mike’s hand.

“I’ll wake you up when we get home, alright?” Will said.

Mike nodded “Okay.” He said softly, nuzzling his head into Will’s shoulder “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mikey.”

Mike hadn’t expected there to be more when he passed out in his bed in the cabin later that night. He hadn’t even expected any of this, but he really hadn’t expected to be woken up the next day by Will, instead of Hopper yelling breakfast while the smell of coffee filled the entire cabin.

Mike had been in his bed, sleeping soundly. Well, as soundly as Mike could. He was sprawled across the entire bed, lanky limbs going every which way. His hair was incredibly messy and curlier than he would like. He had a small pool of drool wetting his pillow next to his open mouth. A stranger looking in would probably wrinkle their nose, but Will thought Mike looked beautiful.

“Mikey?” Will sits on the bed gingerly, pushing hair away from Mike’s forehead. “Wake up.”

Mike groaned quietly, still not opening his eyes. “Five more minutes.” He mumbled, flipping over and burying his face into the side of Will’s leg.

Will smiled, his heart seizing at the sight. “Mikey, it’s already twelve in the afternoon. You can’t sleep forever.” Will chuckles.

“Watch me.” Mike retorts, but opens his eyes anyway and balls his fist to rub the sleep out of them.

“Will?” Mike said, blinking and sitting up. “When... When did you get here?” He said, blushing, maybe a little embarrassed.

“Just about an hour ago.” Will said, squeezing Mike’s hand. “Don’t worry, alright?” He said, just sensing the other boy was embarrassed. “You’re cute when you’re asleep.”

Mike just blushed again “Wait, why are you here? I thought you went home last night?” Mike said

“Well, I did, but I came back this morning, Today’s just gonna be you and me alright?”

“What do you mean?” Mike furrows his brow, head tilting to the left.

Will smiles gently. “I mean, the last two days have been with everyone, but I wanted to celebrate, just me and you.” Will places his hand on Mike’s knee.

“These past few days have been amazing, but I did miss spending time with just you. Sometimes being with everyone is exhausting.”

Will took in Mike’s appearance. His smile was tired and his skin was pale. The circles under his eyes were a deep purples and filled with bags. But his eyes were bright and Will knew he was happy. That was all he needed.

“Well, I don’t have any excursions planned.” Will pats Mike’s knee and then leans against the iron headboard behind him. “We can just lay here for awhile. Hopper’s at work and El is at the arcade with Dustin and Lucas and Max.” Will finishes.

Mike blushes a deep red, his gaze shifting. He didn’t think Will was interested in doing anything like that, and Mike didn’t think he was ready just yet. Will was confused at Mike’s expression. The others weren’t there so they didn’t have to be too careful on being too affectionate before they became officially together to everyone. Mid-thought, the implication of his wording caught up to him and he became as red as Mike.

Will’s eyes widened. “Oh my god! That’s not what I meant! I’m so sorry! I meant that we don't have to police ourselves! Because they don’t know everything. Not that, definitely not yet. We are so not ready for that!” Will scrambles to apologize; praying to whoever is out there that Mike isn’t uncomfortable.

“No! No! It’s okay” Mike said, leaning his head against Will’s shoulder. “i just thought, you were saying no one was here and everyone was busy so I figured..” He trailed off, blushing bright red.

“No, no, not until we’re both ready, alright?” Will said, running his fingers through Mike’s hair. They fell into a silence then, Mike’s cheeks still red.

“Do you want to get up and get something to eat?” Will asked slowly. Mike shook his head. “Ate too much this weekend...” He mumbled to himself, probably hoping Will hadn’t heard him.

Will debated on saying anything, he knew he probably should, but he didn’t want to risk upsetting him. He wanted Mike to be happy. He really didn’t want to ruin the mood of the weekend by arguing with him over food.

“Alright, what do you want to do?”

“Can we just lay down for awhile. I’m still really tired.” Mike’s shoulders starting to sag.

“Of course.” Will smiles and lies down fully in bed. “Nothing I’d enjoy more.” Will goes in to press a kiss to Mike’s lips but Mike pulls away.

“Let me brush my teeth before you kiss me. Morning breath.” Mike smiles and leaves the room for a few minutes. When he finishes, he climbs back into bed with Will cuddling up into his chest.

“I like this. I like that we don’t always have to be doing something.” Will starts to play with Mike hair, resting his chin on the crown of his head.

Mike throws his arm around Will’s waist. “It’s relaxing.”

Will presses a kiss to Mike’s forehead. When he pulls back, Mike tilts his chin up and looks him in the eyes quietly for a moment. Before Will could think of what to do next, Mike leans in and kisses Will. It started off how they usually do, untll the air seemed to change and something shifted.

Unlike their normal kisses, this one lasted longer. They usually were content with short and soft and sweet kisses. But this one seemed to go on for longer. It was lazy and still soft, but there was more behind it. There still was no expectation of going anywhere beyond this, but it was a nice change. They had only kissed like this once before, the night of Mike’s birthday party. It was nice.

“Wow,” Mike said softly when they finally pulled away. “That’s better every time.” He says softly, his forehead against Will’s.

“It does.” Will says softly, smiling.

Mike moved so his head was back on Will’s chest. “It’s nice to just be...us,” Mike said softly. “It’s quiet, I like quiet.” He mumbled.

“It is.” Will says, twirling one of Mike’s curls around his finger, tugging slightly. “Quiet is nice, after being so loud the past two days.”

Mike nodded. “This weekend has been so much fun.” Mike says, “I’m not ready for it to end, to have to go back to school tomorrow”

Will pulled Mike a little bit tighter. They could all see how much the shit at school was getting to Mike. He tried so hard to hide it and push it deep down inside, but they knew him too well to not see it. This weekend they were completely detached from all that. No one had batted an eye when Will and Mike held hands or were close. No one said anything remotely negative to Mike. School was not so kind.

“I wish we could just stay like this.” Will continues to run his fingers through Mike’s hair. Mike stroked Will’s back softly. “Stay in here, keep it all locked out there and just stay here.”

Mike’s head falls forward and rests on Will’s chest. “That’d be nice.” Mike mumbles.

“But it’s just not like that,” Mike continued. “We have to deal with all the shit, with people being assholes about everything.” He said quietly.

Will nodded, his hand on the back of Mike’s head “Yeah, we do.” He said softly. “I wish we didn’t have to though.”

They went silent after that, Mike closing his eyes, listening to Will’s steady heart beat. “I love you” Will said softly, resting his chin on top of Mike’s head.

“I love you too.”

“I like saying that. I love you, it’s nice.” Will whispers, twirling one of Mike’s curls with his finger.  

“I like saying it too. It feels nice, feels right.” Mike mumbles, eyes closed.

Will hums in response, too tired to even respond properly. Mike thinks he could spend the rest of his life, right here, half asleep curled up next to Will. He doesn’t think anything could be better.

Well, there you go! We hope you enjoyed this part! We know that the last few parts were pretty heavy so we wanted to have so fluff too. 

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Science Project

Summary: Dean comes home hungry after a long hunt.

Pairing: Dean x Reader Other Characters: Sam (mentioned), Mary (OFC), mentioned

Word Count: 592

Warnings: Daddy!Dean

A/N: This is the second drabble that I wrote for my lovely beta during her long car ride yesterday.  The gif she found and sent is from giphy.  The fic is inspired by that and also based on a tv commercial for Amazon Echo that I’ve seen a few times recently.  We both hope that you enjoy it!

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Science Project - 

The hunt had gone longer than Sam and Dean had anticipated and what should have been a milk run ended up taking the better part of two weeks.  It was late but Dean had kept driving longer than he probably should have to get home.  He knew Sam would appreciate sleeping in his own bed tonight and, more importantly, he missed falling asleep next to Y/N and waking up to make breakfast for their daughter.  

Sam had gone straight for a shower and to bed but Dean was hungry so he made a pit stop in the kitchen before joining her in the bedroom.  He rummaged through the fridge, grabbing one of the tupperware containers that held the leftovers from one of the past week’s dinners, hoping that it wasn’t one of the “healthy” meals that Y/N would force on him and Mary a few times a week.  Luckily when he popped the top and put it in the microwave, it looked more like pasta.  Dean opened up a beer and grabbed a fork while he waited for his food to reheat.

When the microwave dinged, he grabbed his food and stirred up the pasta as he walked over to the table.  Dean sat, shoving a forkful into his mouth once he was satisfied that it wouldn’t burn his tongue.  Something on the table caught his eye and he put down the bowl and dragged the paper over towards him so he could read it as he ate.

It was a note from Y/N.  

D & S -

We’ve missed you!  There’s plenty of leftovers in the fridge if you’re are hungry.  Just don’t accidentally grab Mary’s science project!  It’s the bowl with the blue lid and the science fair is next week.  Glad you’re home!

- Y/N and Mary

Dean let the food fall out of his mouth and looked straight ahead for a moment, wracking his brain and trying to remember which container he had pulled from the fridge.  He turned back toward the counter to where he had left the lid but he couldn’t make out the color across the mostly dark room.  He fought back the urge to vomit as he scrambled up and across the kitchen, grabbing the thankfully red lid from the counter and holding it victoriously in the air, a sense of relief setting over him.  

Still, his appetite was gone, and he brought the lid back to the table, closing up the pasta before returning it to the fridge and trudging down the hall towards the bedroom he shared with Y/N.  He shed his clothing as quietly as he could and climbed into bed behind her, gently slinging one of his arms across her waist.  

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and she turned to face Dean.  “Welcome home, baby,” she whispered.

“Hey,” Dean replied, kissing her on the forehead, “sorry I woke you.”  

Y/N looked at him with a sleepy smile.  “I’m not.  I’m glad you’re home.”  She snuggled into his chest and placed a kiss over his heart before yawning.  “Did you get something to eat?”

Dean chuckled and Y/N relaxed into the rumbling in his chest.  “Yeah.  Didn’t see your note until after I started eating, though.”

Y/N looked up at him with huge eyes, suddenly wide awake.  “You didn’t…” she whispered.

“No,” Dean assured her, “I got lucky.”

Y/N laughed and sighed at the same time.  “Good.  She’s doing something with bugs.  If you had eaten that thing, I would never have kissed you again.”

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Me again lol! Can i request 1,7,8,9,10,11,15 for Yuzuru for the headcannon thingie? Sorry if it's too much but maybe i'll ask more if it's alright >

Hey again! Wassup o(>ω

Noo, it's not too much! These are really just, read what it is and jot down the first thing that comes to mind, these don't take long at all !!! And yes, please aks for more !! I've had nothing to do all week (though i could easily be working on requests) so it's exciting to have requests like this! (ones that i have to fill out immediately so i don't procrastinate IM SO SORRY TO ALL THE PEOPLE THAT SENT IN MATCHUPS,,, IM TRYING MY BEST BUT I KEEP GETTING STUMPED AND I DONT WANT TO SKIP AROUND I FEEL BAD@@@)

GUYS I JUST,, BURNT A FORK I LEFT IT IN MY BOWL IN THE MICROWAVE IM CRYIGN

Yuzuru:

1: ideal date

Honestly, he would love doing anything together. He prefers it to be private though, so maybe stay-home dates are the best option... He just wants some time to just, be with the person he loves. No Tori, no random people giving them looks, just them.

7: sleeping

he has a habit of being the last one to sleep, and first one to wake. He'll always want to stay up until everyone has fallen asleep, just in case he's needed. Then he needs to get up early to prepare morning tea, and finish up any cleaning he couldn't the night before. Usually he makes some breakfast for everyone too.

8: hugging

Yuzuru will hug for as long as he's allowed. He loves the feeling of security he gets while hugging. It's so safe and warm... nothing like when Tori screams at him to give him a hug. He's known for awkwardly long hugs.

9: kissing

pretty cautious when it comes to kissing- he always has to ask first. And he won't really kiss in public. When he does kiss, it's gentle, yet passionate; almost as if he's afraid of losing them.

10: general physical contact

He doesn't exactly like PDA. The furthest he'll go with other people around is hugging- though it's always shorter than when they're alone. Holding hands is fine too, he just doesn't want to make others uncomfortable by getting too lovey-dovey.

11: love expression

After his many years of training as a servant, he can't help but have the habits of one. Even to his s/o, he'll feel the need to serve them; he'll cook for them, clean for them, make sure they're happy in general and happy with him. But it's always nice to be told that he doesn't have to be a butler to them; if they just want him to be happy, that's all he needs.

15: soft spots/weaknesses

Just being seen as Yuzuru never fails to make him giddy. If he feels like he's being loved because of his services, or to get close to the Himemiya family, it's a huge red flag. Being able to trust that his companion loves him just for being him will have him completely smitten.

[cryssi7]

for anyone who needs this

I'll assume at least some of you are broke college students like myself, and maybe you live in a dorm that doesnt allow dangerous things like a hot plate, toaster, toaster oven, coffee machine with heat stand, or paint (not entirely relevant but I'm still mad over that)

if the only thing you have is a microwave, making food at home can be difficult, especially if you are a picky eater like myself and dont enjoy traditional microwave meals.

so over this last summer i developed a recipe for microwave mac n cheese that doesnt taste like crap (in my opinion) and I've perfected it over the past semester

you will need

box mac n cheese of your choice (i use kraft because i got a ton of it for graduation)

a microwave safe bowl (dont burn your bowls kids) ((also, make sure it's bigger than you need, if you dont have enough space it will boil over and make a mess and then your roomate will not be pleased))

a microwave

water

butter (optional)

milk (also suprisingly optional)

and here's what you do

pour as much macoroni as you want in your bowl

cover with water (drown them, i suggest going until the macoroni is about a centimeter or two below the surface otherwise it might evaporate and burn)

nuke it for 4 minutes (keep an eye on the sucker, it will boil over fast if you dont have a big enough bowl)

open door and stir quickly (microwaves dont heat evenly, this is to make sure that everything gets cooked and nothing sticks)

4 more minutes in the hot box

stir again after this, make sure that there arent any uncooked bits

strain (dont listen to your roomate, you cannot strain a bowl of hot noodles with a paper towel, if you try you will burn yourself and it will hurt, a lot!) ((you can use a strainer if you have one, or if you are poor like me, use two forks or a plate to stop the noodles as you pour out the water)

mix in cheese packet (remember if you didnt use the whole box of macaroni to not to put in the whole pack od cheese)

add milk (how much is up to your preferences, i tend to add in about 1/8-1/4 cup) [optional but recomended]

add butter [also optional and honestly i can't tell the diffrence in taste with or without it, but it does make the noodles stick together less]

enjoy!

#this is not an exact recipe #nor is this something i do often #nor is it original probably #but i felt like sharing #next year i will have a stove to make proper mac n cheese on #so i wont be using this recipe for much longer