#usually i don't ever FEEL hungry and i think that's why it's easy to accidentally not eat enough

[onmyyan]

Hi its me again. I love your writing and the fact that there isn't as much abuse like there is in others. It reminds me of old yandere stories were it was genuine lovesickness. Anyway, how do you think jjba yanderes would react to a darling that is taller and more muscular than them by quite a bit. You can do whoever you like I don't mind.

A/N: Omg ily🥺 it means a lot you said all that because I really love this genre it’s my comfort trope anyway thank you for the request n I hope ya like it!! Kira should be a trigger warning in an of itself but dw he’s just weird, not mean. Mentions of his past ‘girlfriends’, a curse word or two, lil suggestive in someplace’s Mista murks a few people, tw//gun violence

Characters: Pt2 Joseph, Josuke, Kira, Mista

Joseph was used to looking down on people, standing at a proud 6’5” he was literally and figuratively knocked on his ass when he’d first laid eyes on you, his immediate thought was you were a forgotten pillarman coming from nowhere to get revenge for your masters only to quickly realize you were just a stallion. You were strong enough to put him on his back after one too many cheeky comments. Unafraid to speak your mind and keep him in check, You would stare down at him with that mind melting smirk, all too aware of his frustrations, you assumed he was just being a man, ashamed to be outclassed by someone other than himself, oh honey how wrong you were. You enjoyed teasing the behemoth of a man as no one else really could, at least not as well as you did, throughout your little jabs and snark he always had a retort, a response on the tip of his tongue, eager to do this dance of yours until one of you broke, to you he was a way too cocky dangerously self assured pretty boy who was entertainingly easy to rile up, but to Joseph, you were his everything. Someone he could proudly take home to Granny Erina once he’d finally tamed you. He had a plan, a three step plan to steal your heart just as you’d done his, and this little game of who could annoy the other the most was just step 1. “It’s been fun JoJo but you’re gonna have to find someone else to bother.” You’d jokingly said one day out of the blue, an odd friendship had formed through the month you’d been in town and it felt wrong to leave without notice, an act of kindness you’d learn to regret. “Is this one of your famous jokes (Y/n)? Not so funny to play with a mans heart like that I nearly believed you.” He finished with a scoff, his signature smirk not reaching his eyes. “It’s true Joseph, my flight leaves tomorrow, I didn’t wanna leave without saying goodbye, because as much as we fuck around you’re pretty fun to hang out with.” Your sincerity almost made him feel bad about rushing the next few steps of his plan, he’d have to cram months of planning into a night but he’d accomplished more with less time on his side. He huffed, his grin stretched wide across his handsome features. “Then we outta make tonight count eh?” A thick arm was tossed around your neck, you had to bend awkwardly for this to be possible much to your amusement. “Okay you weirdo, whatever you say.” You let him lead you around town with a grin, unaware you’d be missing that plane, and any other one you tried to take without him.

Josuke watched you eat with the dopiest grin on his face, he’d spent an extra hour in the mirror this morning in preparation for your first official date! Well you didn’t exactly know it it was a date and Okayasu was eating rather messily beside you two but still! You’d actually agreed to come to Toni’s with him! You’d been an enigma since you transferred to the bizarre town, choosing to keep to yourself, and despite the intimidating height and mass you possessed, he saw through your act in seconds. There was a huge softie under all that muscle, he’d watched you enough to know this as a fact, you were a gem and he was intent on showing you his appreciation and adoration for the rest of his days, a vow he’d silently taken the day you’d stolen his heart, the moment was brief in reality but it lasted forever in his mind, you smiled at him in passing, he could feel time slow down, everyone around you faded in the background, a backdrop to the beginning of your story. He could imagine telling your kids how you’d met, something about the way you’d stare down at him, eyes sharp and attentive, like you truly listened when people spoke, your laugh was loud when it was real and every time he heard it he felt 10 years added to his lifespan. At the same time that icky feeling at another person making you laugh was conflicting, he’d never been in love before but he suddenly understood why his mom had never given up on his dad, love was weird but he wouldn’t give it up for anything. You’d accidentally snapped your chopsticks laughing too hard at a joke he’d tossed out, your face scrunched in embarrassment before chuckling at yourself and switching to a fork, his stand came out on its own, pocketing the shards to fix later, a new item for his ever growing collection, what a cute little memento from your first date! His thoughts swirled happily with the stories you’d be telling your kids. Thankfully neither of you noticed his little pickpocket moment, dangerous plans forming as he stared at you with those misleadingly soft puppy dog eyes.

Kira could die in this moment, happily I might add, as your firm but soft hand was wrapped oh so deliciously around his throat threatening to crush it with ease at the slightest movement. He’d been watching you for a while now, the longest he’d ever spent on someone he didn’t plan to kill, it become sort of hobby he’d picked up recently, the morally upsetting activity bringing peace to his day to day, usually he used his stand to carefully observe your routine, eager to learn all he could about his future spouses likes and desires, but he was getting greedy. Of course he could always introduce himself but he resisted, knowing there was a time and place to get exactly what he wanted. He liked to think he knew everything about you by now, your favorite color, how you liked your coffee, your love for cats, but he didn’t anticipate this. You were much more observant than he’d given you credit for, while you couldn’t see his stand you could sense yourself being watched, and seeing the large blonde lurking indiscriminately in the crowds throughout the day was enough to set you off. So you trailed off into the less crowded parts of town quickly entering an alleyway, he followed in pure confusion only to be roughly slammed into the wall, his stand came out on reflex but simply stared at his attacker, it seemed almost confused as what to do. “Why the hell are you following me pretty boy?” His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feel of your fingers tightening, god he’d never felt this rush of exhilaration, none of his past ‘girlfriends’ could pull such an illicit reaction from him with a simple touch. When he didn’t answer you simply scoffed and tossed him aside like it was nothing. You left with a threat to stay out of your sight, yet all he could do was smile, the faint imprint of your fingers burned in his skin deliciously, how lucky could one man get?

Mista observed you with hungry eyes. His stare was unapologetically locked on your form. He made no intention to hide his attraction for you. The day you’d joined Buccarati’s crew was the day his world flipped. He assumed his new teammate would be no one to fuck with based on what Bruno told him about your stand, but when you walked in? Needing to bend down slightly just to enter the doorway had him sweating in his seat. He didn’t know what to say as he watched you happily interact with his fellow teammates, immediately you blended with the group, but all that was running through his mind were all the fun things you could do with those muscles. He usually stayed silent around you, not out of dislike as one would assume from his piercing gaze, but fear of accidentally voicing one of those nasty thoughts kept him quiet. You didn’t seem to mind though, always including him in the conversation, you even understood his very valid fear of that dreaded number! How could god plop such a perfect person in his lap and expect him to not do anything about it? Alas, Bruno had specifically told them not to make you uncomfortable with any flirting so he bit his tongue. Your aura was calming, a contrast to your powerful stand, speaking of, he couldn’t get his under control. Whenever they could Sex Pistols was out and all over you. They climbed and clamored for your attention, thankfully you didn’t seem to mind, always entertained their antics when you could, even giving each one a small peck when they wouldn’t let you leave for a mission without Mista, to say he was done for was an understatement, it took one mission going foul for his resistance to snap. His stand moved faster than it ever had, piercing the skulls of the idiots who brought you pain. He left the last one slowly bleeding out kneeling down to wipe the matted hair from your forehead, “You okay baby? Don’t worry honey I’ll make the bastard hurt.” He spoke not breaking eye contact, his hand pointed behind him, grip steady as he unloaded in the poor fool who thought it was a good idea to make you bleed, the wound was small, not even deep enough to trouble Giorno but that didn’t matter to Guido, any slight against you was disrespecting the future parent of his children, and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t defend your honor?

#yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jojo x reader #yandere Joseph #yandere josuke #yandere Kira yoshikage #kira yoshikage #josuke higashitaka #yandere x y/n #yandere imagine #yandere x reader #yandere mista #guido mista #yandere Joseph Jostar

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

WANTED || J.JK || 6

THE TRUTH

Pairing : Jungkook X Reader

Genre : fluff, angst, crack

Summary : “Let me geuss, your parents are dead and you're family with one of my mates so that's why you're staying with us for a while?”

“Um, no. Sorry. Just running for the authorities and your window was open.”

Wordcount: 1.3k

WARNINGS : none 

WANTED MASTERLIST || NEXT 

The first thing you realize when you wake up is that you're very comfortable. In fact, you're even more comfortable then you already were at Jungkook's place. There wasn't the feeling of the ground underneath the matress. Instead it felt like you were laying on a bed.

The first response you have to the feeling of being wrapped in comfort is that you snuggle deeper in by turning on your side. But once you do that, a stinging pain erupts from your side and memories of when you were last awake rush back in your mind.

You sit up while gritting your teeth, your eyes scanning the room. Your eyes widen as you realize that you're in Jungkook's room.

Did he really help me even after those guys tried to hurt him? You think.

You're about to get up before you hearing voices and footsteps nearing the room. The door opens and before you know it you're ingulfed in a big hug.

" You're awake." Jungkook's soft voice greets you as he gently holds you.

You barely process what's happening before he pulls back, a smile on his face.

" Hi, how do you feel?" Jungkook asks.

" Like I've been stabbed." You say bluntly.

Jungkook giggles as Hoseok also enters the room.

" Y/N, good thing you're awake. Are you hungry?" He asks, smiling gently as if you're an animal who scares easy.

" Only a little. And stop tip toeing around me. Both of you. I'm only a bit hurt, I'm not some rabbit who'll hop off if you're too loud." You huff.

Hoseok full out laughs at that, going right back to his usual cheery persona.

" We will. I'll make you a sandwich. You stay in bed." He tells you before he's gone.

It's quiet for a moment between you and Jungkook before you speak up.

" You helped me." You state.

Jungkook looks at you with a weird expression.

" Of course I did. What else was I supposed to do? Leave you?" He asks, looking at you as if it's ridiculous.

Tough it is, but you're not very aware of that.

You shrugg, averting your gaze.

That tells Jungkook enough.

You really did think that he'd leave you there.

" Jin hyung's a doctor. He stitched your wound up. According to him you need a lot of rest and food." He tells you.

You look at him with a questioning gaze.

" He doesn't want to kick me out?" You ask.

He shakes his head.

" No. No one does. Tough we're all now a little skeptical if I'm honest. You owe us one big of an explanation. I've told the hyungs all I know about you and about yesterday, but I only know so little about you." He drops the bomb in an acceptable way.

In fact, he dropped it so neatly, he's very proud of his own answer.

" I geuss that that's fair. At what time is everyone home? I don't want to explain stuff six times." You sigh.

Jungkook smiles and takes a hold of your hand while Hoseok walks in with three sandwiches, one for each of you.

-

" So..." Jungkook says slowly as he looks at everyone in the room.

All men were now finally home, and everyone was seated into the livingroom to hear your story.

They all look at you, but so far your eyes haveonly gotten a bit hazy and you've been biting your lip for so long that Jungkook's sure that it'll be swollen.

" Speak peasant." Taehyung suddenly says dryly as the chaotic nature of all of them starts peeking trough again.

" Yaah! Taehyung! You do not-"

" What is wrong with you?! Let the girl take a breath for a moment!-"

" I swear nothing ever goes in one go with this family.-"

" Holy shit did you hear that? Yoongi just addressed us as his family."

" ENOUGH. SHUT IT ALL OF YOU." It's Jin who's yelling out over all of them, his usual kind face stoic and adding up to your nerves.

" Hey. It's okay." Jungkook says softly as he looks at you, taking your hand in his.

" Okay. Okay. What do you want to know?" You ask, now exchanging looks with all of them.

" Jungkook meantioned that you're somewhat illegal? I think it's fair you explain that first." Jin says with a stern gaze.

Internally you sigh, because that's the part what has a long explanation in order for them to understand.

" Okay. Well, uh, I'm not illegal. I know I mentioned before that I was running for the authorities. But that's not entirely true. I'm just kind of running for this psychopathic dude who thinks he owns me and he happens to have connections in the police force." You tell them honestly.

Now all of them look even more confused.

" Wait, so you're not a criminal?" Jimin asks.

You shake your head.

" No. I keep saying that so Jungkook won't accidentally meddle in my shit, but now that Hyunjin's shown up. I kinda owe him." You shrug.

Jimin opens his mouth to ask another question, but Yoongi beats him to it.

" Who's the 'psychopathic dude' you mentioned?" Yoongi asks.

You gulp.

" Donghyun." 

" What?! How did you get involved with him?" Yoongi asks.

" Who's Donghyun?" Jungkook asks confused.

" A rookie drug dealer. But he's got a lot of money on his hands. Because of that and his ties with some police men, he's pretty good at what he's doing." You explain.

" How did you get involved with someone like him?" Jimin asks.

You sigh before starting to tell them your story.

" Well, it all kind of started in middle school. My best friend and I were always a fan of parties and alcohol. And then at one of those parties we met some of his friends. We never wanted to get involved in drugs tough, so we didn't do that part. But we did go to their parties where everything is just a lot worse than the parties we were used to. And then I met him. At first we kind of just saw each other around and we didn't bother with each other, but then my best friend started hooking up with people and I don't know what she did but she just kept wanting more and then she got involved with Donghyun and his friends. I just kept going with her because I was afraid I'd lose her. I didn't realise that I already lost her back then. Between all the annoying horny boys was always Donghyun who appeared to be this gentle, nice dude. And so I became good friends with him. Then he invited me over to his house and actually introduced me to his parents as his girlfriend. And I'm not some kind of pushdown so I deadass just told his parents in front of their faces that we weren't a thing. But Donghyun just kept saying that we were and so I went home but he started coming there too and then he started to bother my parents so I ran away. I just, ran.... And then I found you guys." You tell them the truth. 

" I didn't think he was that deep in with you." Yoongi admitted.

" Me neither." You wishpered, looking at the floor.

" But you have no place to stay apart from here, right? She can stay with us until this Donghyun situation dies down right?" Jungkook asks, looking up hopefully at his brothers.

All of them turn to look at Jin, while he's staring at you, and you're staring at the ground.

There's a beat of silence before he answers.

" Fine. You can stay. But you're gonna have to pay bills and such like the rest of us tough. Once you're healed, you're gonna have to look for jobs." Jin tells you as you look up at him with a suprised expression, tough it's quickly replaced with a smile.

You were allowed to stay.

#bts #bts x reader #idkeitherman #min yoongi #kim seokjin #bts fluff #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #kim namjoon #jung hobi #bts jungkook x reader #bts mafia au #bts high school au

[popatochisssp]

So I got a bit of a question after last chapter of MYM, if you don't mind? In your canon, is it always the Sans that enjoys condiments and the Papyrus that enjoys specific foods, or am I missing something? 'cause if I'm not mistaken, I thought it was the active brother who enjoyed specific foods and the lazy one who enjoyed condiments.

That’s usually the way people do it, but as with a lot of stuff, I headcanon it a little different! ;3

[Headcanons are still NOT open, but since this is on the heels of a chapter and should be a relatively quick answer, I’m doing it! :) ]

Of my versions of the skeles, Sans and Slate are the only ones who go to the full length of actually drinking any condiments, and yeah, ketchup is the favorite.

As for the rest, very few make a habit out of eating straight condiments but their palettes are consistent: Sanses tend towards savory flavors, Papyri have raging sweet-tooths.

Sans (Undertale): Yeah, ketchup, he likes it on anything and everything and he will drink it straight ‘cause he’s a terrible gremlin man. He started doing it as a joke to freak people out but it grew on him and, uh… well, now, he just likes it. This is his life and he feels no shame about it.

Papyrus (Undertale): Nothing so uncouth as his brother, ugh! …But… on occasion…very rare occasion, mind you! He…has been known to sneak a spoonful of peanut butter straight out of the jar… Just the one, though, he never double-dips! He’s not disgusting!

Sky (Underswap Sans): As far as condiments go, he likes relish! He won’t eat it straight, though, but who doesn’t like a hearty helping of it plopped onto a hot-dog? Or a hot-cat, he’s not picky! ;3

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): Nothing new here, he likes honey a whole heck of a lot, though mostly just to sweeten his tea… or in a candy-bar, or drizzled on a pastry or something… Damn, he’s making himself hungry just thinking about it…

Jasper (Underfell Sans): Mustard, obviously, anything else on a ‘dog is the blatantly incorrect choice. Also pretty good on a sandwich, but you’re never gonna catch him guzzling it straight from the bottle. He never tried to pull that prank like his classic counterpart did, and never got accidentally hooked on his own condiment of choice. Ha!

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): He’ll deny it to his dusting breath, but you cannot bring Nutella or any kind of chocolate spread into the house and expect it to still be there when you come back. He will eat it directly out of the jar, the whole thing, especially if he’s had a hard day or something. You’ll just never find the evidence. He’ll do it with ice cream, too, so y’know…watch your shit.

Mal (Swapfell Sans): He likes spicy flavors so any kind of salsa or hot sauce is a favorite for him. His tolerance is damn good, so he can–and will– pull a Power Move and drink it straight if he feels the situation calls for it, but he generally just likes it on his food, like a normal person. Don’t test him, though, remember the absolute maniac that lies just beneath the surface…

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): Can he pick literally everything sweet ever? No? Okay, then it’s probably maple syrup that he likes best, he’ll have it on waffles, in candy, or even to sweeten up some normally more savory foods like beans or ham or just about anything else you can think of. …Not that he, uh…really knows how to cook, himself… But he was a picky eater as a kid and syrup was easy to get in Snowdin, so it was usually used as a bribe to get him to eat A Thing He Didn’t Like and it’s a bit of a comfort-flavor for him now!

Slate (Horrortale Sans): For obvious reasons… he’s not picky. He’ll eat anything– burnt, flavorless, or even a little moldy, just drown it in ketchup and it’s good as gold. Like his classic counterpart, he’ll drink it straight, but surprisingly he’s also developed a bit of a fondness for mayo, mostly post-surfacing. It is not an unusual occurrence to find him just eating it straight, especially if he’s managed to get ahold of one of those squeeze-tubes that make it even easier. Don’t judge him, you have weird habits, too!

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): He’s a health practitioner and knows in great detail why this is a thing he should probably not be doing but… You know those tubs of whipped topping…? Yeah, he’ll eat that with a spoon until the, “Oh My God, Why Am I Doing This, This Is So Gross!!!” thoughts hit him and he shamefully puts it back. It would easily be one of the most mortifying moments of his life if you ever caught him at it, standing in front of the fridge in the dark at 2am like a whipped-cream-loving cryptid, he’d be speechless and his face would literally be– o.0!!!

#anonymous #headcanons #undertale #sans #papyrus #underswap #us!sans #us!papyrus #underfell #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #swapfell/fellswap #sf!sans #sf!papyrus #horrortale #ht!sans #ht!papyrus

[not-close-to-straight]

Cookie Day (WinterIron)

Bucky made….cookies.

Like really, really insanely good cookies. While humming, and listening to slow music as he took over the kitchen in the Tower. He even wore an apron most times.

And really, the team didn't know what to do about it.

Mostly because even a year and a half after Steve brought him home, Bucky was still quiet more days than not. He still wore his hair long, his chin scruffy. He hardly ever smiled, hardly ever engaged with anyone. He was never in anything other than a long sleeve because he didn't like the attention his arm inevitably drew, even though Steve had told him at least a hundred times that no one here ever noticed. He didn't wake up screaming with nightmares anymore, but no one ever actually saw him sleep either so…

Anyway. Cookies.

Like, the best cookies in the world. Like thick and fluffy and packed with butter and chocolate and enough sugar to put an elephant down. 

And he absolutely refused to share.

In fact, no one was even allowed in the kitchen while he was baking. Clint had tried one time to scoop some cookie dough and Bucky had (accidentally) almost broken his hand.

So the team retreated, hovered outside the kitchen door and plotted ways to get to the cookies.

Steve had assured them that back in the day, Bucky had in fact been the best cook he had known, always making something in his mamas kitchen, and then cooking for Steve after his parents passed.

It didn't matter what it was- thick, crusty bread, impossibly light pastries, and of course these amazing cookies--- Bucky could make them no problem, and was happy to do every time Steve looked just the littlest bit hungry.

Of course Steve had been allergic to or at least sensitive to nearly everything back then, so little bites and nibbles was the best he could do. And now that he was a 100% healthy, super serum powered soldier who needed upwards of 4000 calories a day to keep his body running… well Steve was just as desperate as the rest of them to get his hands on some of Bucky's cookies.

But alas, it wasn't going to happen. Because Bucky only ever baked enough for himself, just enough to pile on a plate that he then hoarded on his lap during team movie nights, an entire gallon of milk sitting next to him because that's how much milk it took to wash the cookies down.

So it had become a game, a sort of challenge for the team to try and steal the cookies. They took turns, came up with elaborate plans and carried them out-- and they all failed every single time.

Hawkeye had crawled through the duct work and then lowered himself a la Mission Impossible to try and snatch a cookie off a cooling tray.

Bucky had calmly and quietly and really without even looking??-- thrown a knife and severed the rope, sending Clint crashing to the ground.

Tasha had worn something low cut and proceeded to look everywhere for whichever dish she supposedly needed, while inching closer and closer to the cookies.

Bucky had simply told her that showing too much skin around a hot oven was an easy way to get burned, and Tasha had retreated.

Steve's ploy was nostalgia, asking Bucky for cookies in the same tone of voice he used to, eyes big and round, one hand pressed to his stomach while complaining that he was hungry.

Bucky almost gave into that, but only almost, and Steve didn't get any cookies that day either.

Sam being Sam, had just swaggered into the kitchen, sat on the counter casually and struck up conversation with Bucky, laughing and chatting and reaching for a cookie, only to have a spatula come down across his knuckles.

So they all failed. All the time. But it didn't stop them from trying.

In fact the only one who didn't try was Tony. He was always too busy in his lab to remember to eat anyway, much less spend hours plotting on how to get cookies from Bucky.

Today was another movie night, which meant it was another cookie day, and all of the teams attempts had failed again, so they all watched miserably while Bucky loaded his plate high and grabbed a gallon of milk and headed to the movie room. They all sat in silence, suffering, because they could smell how amazing the cookies were, could almost taste them… and Bucky munched happily on his cookies, a little smirk on his face as the movie rolled.

About forty five minutes into the movie, maybe a little more, Tony stumbled through the door.

He looked awful. Just exhausted and weary and cranky and they all knew he had done of his marathon work days again, where he worked for close to thirty hours at a time before his body finally crashed.

Automatically, everyone shifted to make room on whichever seat they were in, because Tony always needed snuggles after a long day, and he would usually just gravitate to whoever was closest and pass out on them for several hours.

No one ever complained because… well it was Tony. Why would they complain? And all of them had been stuck on couches for the better part of a day before, their favorite genius snoring away in their arms.

Just a perk of living at the Tower really.

So everyone got ready to catch Tony when he fell onto them, everyone except Bucky rather, because he was just as awkward around Tony as he was around everyone else, so Tony tended to avoid him.

But the craziest thing-- for whatever reason, Tony re directed and climbed onto the couch next to Bucky, burying his face in a big shoulder and closing his eyes.

Bucky froze mid-bite and stared-- along with everyone else in the room-- down at Tony in confusion and shock and maybe a little fear?

“Tony.” he said quietly. “What--what are you doing?”

“Tired.” Tony complained and tried to snuggle closer. “So tired, Bucky.” 

“I can take him.” Steve offered instantly, already getting up to take Tony, but Bucky shook his head.

“He’s fine.”

Setting the plate of cookies down, Bucky lifted his arm so Tony could get closer, then scooted down the couch to let Tony stretch out a little. Then he grabbed a blanket and tugged it up over Tony's back, smoothing it down with careful strokes of his left hand.

“How long has it been since you ate?” he asked softly.

 Tony shrugged sleepily. “Yesterday. Whatever day Sunday was.”

“Today’s Wednesday, honey.” Bucky corrected and the entire team had to look away and act like they weren’t two seconds from screaming because Bucky had just called Tony honey.

“Okay then.” Tony grumbled and pressed into Bucky's side, his arm sliding around Bucky's waist. “So I haven’t really eaten since Sunday then.” 

“Well, sit up for just a second and take a bite.” Bucky was whispering now, holding a cookie up to Tony's lips and Tony opened his mouth without even looking, chewing and swallowing quickly before opening for another bite.

“I got you Tony.” Bucky grabbed another cookie. “Eat as much as you want, alright?” He kept breaking off pieces and feeding Tony little bites with a look of concentration on his face. “Is that better? Good?” 

“Steve.” Clint whispered. “Did Tony just… I mean, you don't think he purposefully worked that long and then collapsed onto Bucky knowing that no one can resist taking care of him when hes tired, right? I mean, did Tony really work 30 hours just so Bucky would want to feed him on cookie day?”

“I don't…” Steve frowned. “I'm not really--”

Just then, Tony opened his eyes and sent the team a wholly satisfied look before closing one eye in a wink, and opening his mouth for another piece of the cookie Bucky was offering him.

“That son of a bitch.” Tasha breathed.

“Man’s a damn genius.” Sam added, thoroughly impressed.

“Yeah, but this isn’t like us sitting Tony down and force feeding him.” Steve shook his head. “Look at them.”

Bucky was still hand feeding Tony, but now his thumb was swiping Tony's bottom lip to clean a chocolate chip off, and Tony was blinking up at him sleepily but happily, and Bucky was still talking in that soft sweet tone, smoothing Tony's hair back from his eyes, and keeping the blanket tucked up around him.

“You feeling better?” Bucky was asking, and Tony nodded quickly before ducking his head and snuggling even closer. “You can sleep on me as long as you want, Tony.” Bucky's voice sounded a little rough and he held Tony a little tighter. “Been trying to figure out how to talk to you. Didn't really know where to start.”

“Cookies work.” Tony mumbled and Bucky squeezed him gently.

“Anytime you want, sweet thing.”

************

************ “This is literally unfair.” Clint complained on the next movie night. “None of us have crushes on Bucky so how could we possibly know to exploit that to get cookies?”

“Tony's just smarter than us.” Steve said with a sigh. “And who knew Bucky had a crush on him? They never even talk!”

“And yet, this is happening.” Clint said with a scowl, jerking his thumb towards the kitchen.

Tony was perched on the kitchen counter, grinning as Bucky alternated between scooping cookie dough onto the bake sheets, and scooping little bits of it and offering it to him.

Tony was only too happy to eat cookie dough off of Bucky's fingers, especially since the big soldier couldn't seem to go more than a few minutes without touching him, or smiling at him, or kissing him.

And it didn't hurt that the rest of the team was staring jealously through the doorway.

“I love cookie day!” Tony announced with a grin and Bucky lay a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I love cookie day too, honey.”

#winteriron #cookies #baking #fluffy #tony stark #bucky barnes