#we had both bought candy and he came over to take some without asking

[miss--river]

.

[lifewiththelulus]

Considering how it's implied the shop became a centerpiece for establishing fire town it probably has a lot of historical significance now. Kindlin came to visit to have something close to an authentic fire land experience. Hazel and the family were visiting for a week to help take care of ember's parents. it would be funny to think Kindlin isnt sure at first if Hazel likes Cirrus because they hung out a lot to share tips and experiences. Shes just like "lol no"

Ohh yes! So she walked in looked around at all the snacks and toys until she saw the blue flame and walked over to just look at it. She probably didn't have one in her family because I'm thinking it might've gone out by accident and they were too ashamed to ask someone to share theirs. I like the idea of them meeting at the blue flame. It really does connect people

She sees Hazel making a small offering and is fascinated and a little confused to see an "air" element praying to it

Kindlin is definitely confused but has learned to mind her own business. She probably makes an offering and then maybe they bump into each other after

"Oh sorry- hey it's you! I saw you make an offering to the flame." She helps Hazel back up. "Do air elements pray to it often?"

"oh not really but I'm not-" Suddenly Ember calls her over to help cinder and when Hazel calls her Ashka it clicks

She then sees the water guy who'd opened the door for her and greeted her in broken firish kiss her forehead and her mind is just slightly blown

She's probably never met mixed elements before so is very intrigued by this She kinda just watches from afar, pretending to look at the candy. She's a little hesitant to just go up and start asking questions. She eventually goes to the counter and since she's closer to Hazel she curiously asks "Is that your Dad??" Points at Wade.

" oh hey! Sorry we got cut off before, yeah that's him. Wait did he say something weird to you with the door? I'm so sorry we're both still learning the language"

She shook her head. "Honestly the language isn't my strong suit either. So no worries." She smiled and took out one of the candies she just bought. "You busy? I got a lot of this, if you wanna share. You seem cool"

"you know I think my dad said something about not taking candy from strangers butttttt you seem cool too"^^ It could be traditionally spicy candy and Hazel just poofs right then and there. "oh flame I killed her"

Kin walks out like "I didn't do it byyye"

"who were you talking too puffball?" "I don't know, but I hope she comes again soon"

I can see Kindlin coming back the next day to get some more candy and give another offering She also kinda hopes to run into that nice girl again Hazel was probably the first person her age that she hung out with for a while so she's eager to hang out again if given the chance

Hazel at this point hasn't transitioned but has started presenting more feminine. her "weird mannerisms" already left her without a lot of friends so she's excited to see her too

Kindlin has no idea lol just sees a cool girl who probably needs friends as much as her

After a week of hanging out at the shop neither one wants to talk about how they're leaving soon. Only to realize they were both visiting and live nearby back at the city. At first it wasn't that weird for kindlin to show up to the shop alone a lot of fire kids go in by themselves since they live nearby and the community is like a family. But the fact that they've still not seen her mom around is more than a little strange

She starts getting in the habit of swinging by everyday to grab a snack and go skateboarding around the area until it gets dark Just waiting to see if her friend might visit again Not like she had anything else to do

She adds a little section for kindlin to read whenever they send letters back to Bernie and cinder.

Kindlin hangs out around the shop to see if Hazel is gonna come back at some point cus she misses her buddy

[roscgcld]

ok so what if all of them are attending/watching a sporting event and yuta and dd!reader suddenly appeared on the 'kiss cam' 😭 i feel like gojo would tease yuta until the end of the game 😭

Besties, you guys always come through with the best ideas.

I can imagine it - Gojo had managed to pull some strings and invite them to a baseball game. The students were excited, since it would be the first time they get to go to a full stadium to experience something as normal as watching a baseball game. Having no idea that Gojo, since he was already pulling some strings, decided to add a little..spice, shall we say, to the entire event.

Let's say that the 'kiss cam' thing was a new thing that had been introduced to Japan - a huge American businessman, having bought over a stadium and turned it into a baseball stadium, decided to bring in this concept to the country. And it became a huge hit. So because it was all over social media, and Yuta and Yuji's favourite baseball team was going to play there, Gojo thought it will be a great idea.

Y/N was excited as well; she follows KPop and has seen her favourite idols taking cute pictures at huge stadiums, and she wanted to take some of those pictures too. So she dressed extra cute, and made sure that her makeup was extra nice; and thankfully, the weather was nice enough where she can go around without sweating her makeup off.

At first it was smooth sailing; they got to their seats that has a perfect view of the entire court, they had bought the typical snacks and were in general enjoying the game. Of course, Yuta and Yuji were enjoying it the most, and it was because of both their enthusiasm that it had everyone else slowly invested as well.

Half time came around, and Gojo was giggling at his phone for the last 20 minutes as he happily typed away. Assuming that he was flirting with someone the students went on ignoring him while they ate food and talked with one another. Yuta and Y/N had returned after Y/N had dragged him around to take pictures of her, and had just settled back down in their seats when the kiss cam segment started.

At first, it just went to a few random couples; some friends who laughed and pushed one another away, some couples who were adorable and kissed, and some just random strangers. However, it was when Gojo pulled his phone out to record, and when the camera suddenly panned to Yuta and Y/N that the others finally caught onto why Gojo spent so much time on his phone.

But they cheered on regardless, all of them giving Yuta and Y/N suggestive looks and nudges as Yuta blushes and awkwardly shoves a laughing Inumaki away. Y/N however, was excited - waving at the camera with a breath-taking smile as she gently shakes the arm that Yuta had around her. It was Gojo who had playfully yelled at her to 'kiss your boyfriend' that she finally realised why Yuta was so embarrassed.

She had always been the more affectionate one, so she just giggles before she happily wrapped her arms around Yuta's neck; who smiles softly and decided to give in. Leaning down with his arm shifting from her shoulders to his waist before he leans over to kiss her gently. it was a cute peck that had Y/N giggling and leaning over  to give him another one, and their interaction had the entire crowd roaring and cheering at the sheer cuteness of it all.

Safe to say that the two of them went viral on social media for that clip; and Gojo also has the HD recording of the entire thing and has been sharing it around like it's candy.

Yuta doesn't know if he should kill Gojo or ask for a copy of the video himself.

[michelleleewise]

Secrets......

Pairing: Loki x plus-size reader

Warnings: self esteem issues, self deprecating behavior, mild swearing, smut, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it guys), slight mention of birth control, anxiety.

Summary: the night of your date arrives, your anxiety runs away with you as you try to tell Loki about Emma.

Part 10-

====================================

Sunday finally arrived and your anxiety was through the roof. You had had idea how Loki was going to react to everything. Did he like kids, did he even want kids? You sighed, finishing up breakfast before Mel and Emma woke up. "Morning." You heard Mel as she walked in. "Morning." You nodded sipping your coffee. "What's wrong?" She asked. "Hmm....oh nothing, just thinking." You lied. Looking down. "Y/n.." She said as you cleared your throat. "How are things with bucky going?" You asked changing the subject.

She shook her head "really good, we're meeting him at the park tomorrow." She smiled sitting down. "Are you nervous about tonight?" She asked. "Oh, just a lot." You sighed. "Y/n, it will be fine, you'll see." She smiled. "If you say so." You fidgeted with your hands.

You spent the rest of the day with Emma, hide and seek being the game of choice, followed by lunch and a nap. And no day would be complete without a rousing game of candy land. "Mommy look I won!" She yelled jumping up and down. "Hey, no fair. Did you cheat?" You asked grabbing her and tickling her. "Mommy!" She screeched as you wiggled your fingers in her sides "tell me how you cheated." You laughed as she squirmed. "Your just a bad loser mommy!" She laughed as you gasped "I am not." You said tickling her knee.

"OK you two, Mommy needs to get ready, and you little miss need to get cleaned up for dinner." You heard Mel. "Where are you going Mommy?" Emma asked standing up. "Err out with some friends, you know Sarah that Mommy works with?" You asked and she shook her head "well she'll be there, and the angry man who does magic and his brother." You laughed. "Ooo is he gonna come do his sparkle thing again?" She asked jumping up and down. "Probably not tonight angel." You sighed "Oh, ok." She said disappointed. "I'm sorry, maybe another day, now go get cleaned up." You kissed her cheek as she ran off.

You finished getting ready and looked in the mirror. You had gone out and bought a new dress for tonight seeing as you didn't have one. It was dark green with sequins along the top. The bodice was snug and fanned out just above your waist. You had your hair down framing your face and did your makeup similar to when Mel did it. You turned looking at yourself, the chiffon of the skirt swaying as you moved. You gave yourself a small smile, slipping on your flats you headed to the living room. "Mommy looks like a princess!" Emma yelled when you reached the kitchen. You laughed, but you did kind of feel like one.

"You be good for Mel angel, and I'll see you tonight." You hugged and kissed Emma. "I will! I love you mommy!" She said hugging you tight. "I love you the most." You smiled. "Good luck." Mel winked as you grabbed your purse "I'm gonna need it." You sighed, heading out the door.

You made it to the restaurant, taking a deep breath before getting out. "Y/n!" You heard Sarah yell as she ran over to you "Hey sarah." You smiled. "I'm so glad you guys came, I think it's going to be so much fun." She smiled. "If you say so." You nodded "whats wrong?" She aksed "nothing, sorry. Just, alot on my mind." You smiled. "Well let's not keep them waiting." She nudged you. You saw Loki and Thor standing by the front door talking as you walked up. It was like looking at a picture negative, the two couldn't be more opposite.

They both turned and looked at you and sarah as you walked up. "It amazes me you two are brothers." Sarah smiled "adopted." You and Loki said at the same time and laughed. "Shall we?" Thor said opening the door, letting you and Sarah in first. You felt Loki's hand on your side, his chest brush against your back "You look incredible in my colors darling." He whispered in your ear gently placing a kiss on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "Thank you Loki." You whispered back smiling.

Your anxiety was eating you alive. All through dinner your mind wandered to different scenarios of what might happen. If Loki would break up with you, would it be too much for him? You felt him squeeze your hand making you look at him "where are you darling?" He asked "I'm fine, sorry. Just thinking." You smiled. "So, how long have you two been dating?" Thor asked looking at you "Oh, it's been a month now I believe." You smiled. "Yes, she pulled me in with her delectable cheescake." He smiled squeezing your hand again. "Ah yes, you are a talented cook lady y/n." You heard Thor say. "Thank you." You smiled looking down.

After dinner Loki walked you out to your car "would you still like to come to the tower?" He asked stepping in front of you. "I'd love to." You smiled. You both got in and he held your hand as you drive towards your destination. "Are you sure your ok? You seem anxious" Loki asked looking at you. "No, no I'm fine, I just....." you sighed looking over at him. "You make me really happy Loki." You smiled. "You make me happy as well darling." He smirked back.

When you made it to the tower, Loki showed you the library, the common room, the kitchen, and the training room before leading you to his private room. You stepped inside, seeing his many bookshelves lined with every book you could think of, everything decorated in green and black with gold accents. "Wow, it's so.....you." You smiled running your fingers along a book shelf. "Thank you darling." He smiled closing the door.

"Those are beautiful." You pointed at his dagger collection on the wall behind where the door was. "I have many more, these are my favorites though." He took one down, holding it out to you, it had a silver blade with snake engraved into it, with a black and green handle and an emerald jewel on the hilt. "My mother gave this one to me as a child. She always told me I could do anything I put my mind to." He smiled. "Even after everything, she never stopped believing in me." You saw his smile faulter a little.

You cupped his cheek "Loki, you are the kindest man I've ever met, I know she would be proud of who you are." You smiled. "I think she would have loved you." He smiled back. "I think mine would have loved you." You said rubbing his cheek with your thumb. You watched him hang the dagger back on the wall "would you like to sit?" He asked waving to the couch. You nodded and sat down. "Did you want anything to drink?" He asked "no. I'm fine." You smiled as he sat next to you.

You turned your body towards him, curling one leg up, brushing against his thigh as your hand played with his hair. He closed his eyes as you ran your fingers through it, you tugged lightly on a tangle and heard him make a sound between a moan and a growl, making you freeze. He opened his eyes looking at you, his pupils darkened "Darling, if you keep doing that.." he breathed as you tested the waters, lightly tugging a few stands, watching his eyes close. You aren't sure where you got the courage, but you decided you needed more.

You leaned closer, draping your other leg over his knee, you gently kissed his neck, searching for that sweet spot that wound drive him crazy. You slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket as your hand ran up and down his chest, feeling his muscles tighten as you lightly bit his neck under his ear. "Darling.." he breathed, rubbing his hand on your knee. "Hmm?" You sounded, nibbling his ear. "You are making it very hard to control myself." He moaned, and you tugged his hair again. "Who said I wanted you to control yourself?" You breathed in his ear as you latched onto his neck again. Your hand on his chest slowly slid down to his belt, your finger dipping into the hem of his pants. You dug your fingers into his hair, angling his head to give you more access to his neck as your hand slid further down, palming his clothed bulge.

It didn't take long until he was a panting moaning mess, rocking his hips with your hand. "Darling.." he moaned "I don't want to do anything you aren't ready for." He breathed as you pulled back looking at him. His hair was a mess from where your fingers were, his pupils were blown wide and he was breathing heavy. "Loki, you are the sweetest man to ever exist." You smiled, lightly kissing him. "I think I'm ready now, I....I want you Loki." You breathed againt his lips. "Are you sure?" He looked into your eyes. "Yes, I'm sure." You smiled. At that he lunged forward, slotting his lips over yours, grabbing your head as his tongue dove into your mouth, the other unzipping your dress.

You felt him slide the shoulder of your dress down as you pulled back "can we...umm could we turn the lights off?" You asked quietly looking at him. "He cupped your cheek "whatever will make you comfortable." He smiled, standing holding his hand out to help you up. He guided you to the bed as he turned the lights off "better?" He asked making his way back to you. "Yes, thank you." You breathed as you felt him press against your back. "Let me worship you like the goddess you are." He breathed in your ear as he slid your dress off your shoulders, it pooling around your feet.

"Loki.." you moaned as he unclasped your bra, pulling the straps down your arms. "You are so beautiful y/n, so voluptuous." He moaned, cupping your breasts, kissing your neck. He turned you around, his lips crashing onto yours, his tongue fighting for dominance, which you gladly gave him as he slowly walked you backwards towards the bed. The back of your knees hitting the mattress as he slowly guided you down, not breaking the kiss.

"Lie down darling." He breathed as you scooted towards the pillows. As your eyes adjusting to the dark, a sliver of moonlight coming in through the window illuminated his figure as you watched him remove his jacket and shirt, before undoing his belt, sliding his pants down. You cheeks flushed as he kneeled on the bed and began crawling up towards you. You tried to cover yourself out of reflex as he made his way between your legs. "No darling, let me see you, please." He breathed, grabbing your hands and gently moving them above your head. "Keep them there for me." He whispered in your ear and you felt so shiver run up your spine. He leaned up on his knees, running his fingers along the top of your panties before slowly sliding them down your legs and tossing them somewhere.

"Loki, I need you.." you panted, feeling him settle between your legs, feeling his clothed bulge against your core. "You have me darling." He breathed, kissing up your neck as you felt his fingers move down your side, then between your legs, opening you up for him. "Your so wet, all for me?" He asked nibbling your neck. "Only for you." You panted as he ran his fingers from your entrance to to your sensitive bud. You moaned loudly as he slid a finger in, slowly moving it in and out. "Mmm and your so tight, I can't wait to feel you around me." He moaned bucking his hips into you. "Loki..." You panted, moving your hips with his finger.

He leaned up, sliding his boxers down, as he laid on top of you, propping himself on his elbows he gently kissed you. "Your certain you want to? We can stop now if you wish." He whispered against your lips. "I'm sure Loki, I'm ready." You said leaning up kissing him. "If you want to stop tell me ok?" He said looking into your eyes. "I will." You breathed, feeling him at your entrance. As he slowly slid in, you dug your nails into his back hearing him groan. "Norns y/n, you feel so good." He moaned sliding in farther, you were both panting as he bottomed out. "God, your so big." You breathed holding him tightly.

He leaned down kissing you passionately as he slowly moved his hips in and out of you, you moaned loudly as he pushed in harder, licking into your mouth. He kissed down your jaw to your neck, sucking on that spot by your ear as he cradled your head. "I want to live in you y/n, you feel like Valhalla." He moaned, beginning to move faster. You tangled your hand into his hair by his nape, tugging slightly making him buck into you, he was so deep you could feel him hitting your cervix as he thrust harder "i want you to come y/n, come hard around my cock, I need to feel you." He breathed as he changed his angle hitting your sweet spot making you cry out. "Mmm that's it my sweet girl, let go." He said as he slammed into hard. You felt your orgasm spread over you as you yelled his name. He pressed his face into your neck, pounding into you

"I will never have enough of you y/n." He moaned. You reached down, grabbing his lower back pulling him into you "i want to feel you come in me Loki, let me feel you." You breathed in his ear. He growled as he leaned up, his tongue diving into your mouth as you felt his thrust begin to faulter. You spread your legs wider and pulled him into you hard as he moaned into your mouth, feeling him twitch inside you, he thrust into you hard, holding his hips to yours as he yelled your name. He rested his forehead on yours as you both came down from your highes, trying to catch your breath. He caressed your cheek looking at you "you have bewitched me y/n, I will never have my fill of you." He smiled gently kissing you.

You stayed like that for awhile, with him buried inside you. You had never felt so full before. "Loki, I have to work in the morning." You finally said. "Must you? We can run away together." He smiled "I would definitely run away with you, but I should get home." You caressed his cheek. "I understand darling." He smiled kissing you as he slowly pulled out of you, making you both moan. He got up and went to the bathroom, coming back with a damp cloth, cleaning you up. You found your clothes as he turned the lights back on.

"Darling, I got so carried away, I....I forgot.." he started when you kissed him "I'm on birth control, I wanted to feel all of you." You smiled up at him. "The things I'm going to do to you." He smirked kissing you back. He walked you down to your car, hugging you tightly "let me know you made it home." You heard him say. "I will, I promise." You hugged him back. He leaned back just enough to press his lips to yours, sucking on your bottom lip as he pulled back. He opened your door for you and waves as you left.

You made it home, Mel and Emma were already asleep. You text Loki letting him know you made it ok. He text back telling you he was going to come by the shop tomorrow and it made you smile. You headed to your room, hanging your dress up slipping into your pajamas. You climbed in bed, wrapping your blanket around you. "I should have told him, why didn't I tell him?" You scolded yourself. You decided then and there you would tell him tomorrow, no matter what......

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

@vbecker10 @lokisprettygirl22 @mcufan72 @midnights-ramblings @sonatabee @catalina712 @cabingrlandrandomcrap @kilikina34512 @delightfulheartdream @froggiecky @sinsandguilt @sweetberry47 @buttercupbestie @wtfislifeugh @asgardianprincess1050 @commanding-officer @lovingchoices14 @crystaldragonborne @juulle987 @xorpsbane @elenaysusneuras @yoongissidebitchh @daggers-and-mischief @lightupmyjass @plut0min @lulubelle814 @lucylaufeyson3 @howdidurhammergrowchris @d1a2n389 @lokiprompts @sititran @kats72 @awesomephilosophus @justagirlthatlikesanime @lokisninerealms

[filthyslashertoad]

Stu Macher Fluff Oneshot

@veneaq

This took a lot of "procrastinating"

Matchups: CLOSED, if you send me on at this moment it will be deleted.

(Also "Little Lady" is just smth he says kinda like honey or beautiful.)

Before you even knew Stu, you had met Billy. You and Billy were close, but not enough to where he would tell you his secrets, specifically about the one having to do with Stu. Now, you and Stu weren't the closest, well until...You had met in English class because he tapped you on the shoulder, begging you to help him with one of his overdue assignments. You thought it would just be him asking you a few questions about the assignment and then he'd leave you alone...You were sorely mistaken.

Right after class ended he walked over to you, asking you if you'd be alright coming over to his house to help him with the assignment, it wasn't like you'd never been to his house before, you had actually gone to multiple parties at his house and once you even dropped by to give something to Billy.

You agree to his request, asking him what time you should arrive, but to your surprise, he offered to drive you instead.

"So! How's your day been." Stu stares at you, awaiting your response.

"My day has been good, what about you?" Stu smiles at you, a goofy grin on his face.

"My day was really good!" He says, looking back at the road. "Anyways, I was thinking, maybe do you wanna get some video tapes or some snacks before we go to my house?"

"I- sure?" You didn't know how to feel about his offer, it wasn't like you two were best friends or like you were about to hangout and watch a movie. So you just decided to go with it and before even 5 minutes passed, you had arrived at the store. Stu turns to you with a goofy expression on his face, winking at you.

"Ya ready, lil lady." Without even opening the car door he climbs over the door, jumping onto the sidewalk. When you walk inside with him he immediately grabs you and takes you to the candy section, asking you about what types of candies you like. After you picked out some candies, he dragged you to the chips area and after that he took you to the drink aisle. By the time you left the store, Stu had bought two giant bags of both drinks and snacks. (He does tend to overdo it sometimes)

The drive to his house after that was short and quiet, only music playing from a mixtape that he played on repeat constantly to and from school. The road to his house was rocky, making the car shake as Stu crept the car into the driveway.

"So, what do you think of my house! Ya like it!" He gets out of the car, grabbing the bags from the trunk before guiding you to the front door. As soon as he opened the door he guided you to the living room, he dropped the bags next to you and then went upstairs, when he came down he was holding his English book and a random historical book. Walking over to you, sitting down next to you on the couch. "I got the project started but I wasn't sure what to do next, can you help me?"

"Yeah, sure. Is this the book you picked to write about?" For a moment after you finished talking he didn't say anything and when you looked over at him, he was staring directly at you. After a few minutes he realized he was staring and began to feel embarrassed as he tried to find an answer to your question.

"Um...Yeah" Was followed up with "It was just a random book I found laying around and I figured I could use it."

"Oh ok, you should be able to just record the dates of each event in the book and write a few paragraphs on each part."

"Really? I already did that, I just assumed that there would be more to do on this assignment." "..., I know this is a strange offer but would you be interested in hanging out with me even though I don't need your help with the project, I've been wanting to watch a new horror movie with Billy but he's been busy."

"Ok!." Stu went to get the movie, leaving you to grab so snacks for the two of you to share.

[twstinginthewind]

Here's Joker for the @bunnwich Yuletide event, one of the makers of the Heartslabyul Holiday Treats! This is a joint effort with @twst-the-night-away so make sure that you see Violetta's card for the second half of their shared story!

Card assets from @alchemivich and @100night, and Jo's sweater texture is by brightrainbow on freepik.

------

Joker paced grouchily across the floor of the Heartslabyul kitchen, complaining to her roommate. They had been sent there as punishment by their housewarden, who had caught them in the act of breaking one of the house rules; they were making fudge for themselves in their room, without checking to see if anyone else wanted to be included. It was an often-forgotten bylaw, since very few of the students were likely to cook outside of the kitchen. “.... And if it’s not enough for everyone,” she said, in her best impersonation of Riddle, “you have to go make more, my ear! Oof! It’s not like we KNEW he was gonna walk in on us making candy in the dorm room.”

“Especially not at that hour.” Violetta sighed, half-slumped at the wooden kitchen counter. “I suppose someone tipped him off.” Her chin plopped into her hand, and she mumbled, just barely loudly enough for Joker to hear. “I guess they didn’t think to ask for a bribe …”

Joker paused in her pacing to stamp her foot petulantly. “Ridiculous. Who’d want to tell on a couple of adorable girls like us, just minding our own business in our own room?” She stood for a moment, thoughtful. “.... maybe he smelled the chocolate?” She twisted a lock of hair around her finger. How obvious was it from outside, when they did their little cooking experiments? She’d have to step out and do a sniff test the next time.

Violetta shook her head. “You’d think we would have been found out by now if that had been the case … and we have to make it all by ourselves, too.” She planted both elbows onto the counter, looking like she was trying to become one with it. “It’s not so bad when it’s just for the two of us, but … our whole dorm, and any guests?!”

“We’ll be up all night working on this. What a punishment, having to make all of the sweets for the Yuletide Treat spread.” Joker groaned, and started to pace again. She looked at the clock, impatient to get started. “Where’s our darling vice house warden with the ingredients, anyway?” she asked, saltily.

As if replying to a summons, the kitchen door creaked open. Joker’s heart fluttered as Trey came inside, arms laden with shopping bags. He smiled when he saw the girls. “Did someone mention me?”

“Ah, there he is.” Violetta straightened up slightly. “Need any help unloading?”

“Icanhelp!” Joker almost tripped over her own feet rushing over to take some of the bags, but was waved off with a chuckle.

Trey hoisted the bags onto the counter, giving his usual crooked smile. Joker felt her cheeks get a little warm at the sight, and hoped it wasn’t too obvious to the other two. She started to open a bag in an attempt to distract herself. “It isn’t all that much, I’m afraid,” Trey said as he unloaded one of the other bags. “Sam’s usually not prone to running low on supplies, but with the Yule preparations and all…” He shook his head apologetically. “I did my best, ladies.”

“Let’s see …” Violetta began sorting through the items that Trey had put onto the countertop. “Marshmallows. And … evaporated milk? And at least … ten bags of chocolate chips?! But they’re an assortment of flavored kinds.”

Joker was taking an inventory of her own as she unpacked, murmuring to herself. “A bunch of cookies, a couple pounds of cream cheese…” She closed her eyes for a moment, as if searching for an idea. Something went click, and she smiled briefly before looking over the items again. She turned to Trey. “No eggs?” she asked, giving him a sad look.

He shook his head again. “No eggs. Sam said most of his really perishable stuff was all bought up.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Come to think of it, I think I ran into Ruggie on the way over there... Anyway. Yeah.” He spread his hands over the assortment of items. “This is it.”

Joker pouted. There went that idea.

Violetta had also been thinking, it seemed. “Trey, we’re allowed to use any ingredients from the kitchen, right? Not only these? Because if I had some butter and sugar …”

Joker stared down at the stack of ingredients. “I bet we gotta work with what we’ve got,” she said bitterly, rolling her eyes. “Builds character or whatever. I can’t do a cookies and cream cheesecake with no eggs. I gotta think…” She put her hands to her temples, mentally going through the recipes that her mother had taught her over the years. Cream cheese and cookies, there has to be something there…

Trey laughed gently. “Butter, sugar, and flour are fine. I at least talked Riddle into letting you use the basics.”

“Eggs are basic,” Joker huffed, crossing her arms. She pursed her lips and gave Trey an impatient look, as if daring him to disagree.

He responded firmly, matching her gaze with a level one of his own and mirroring her arm-cross. “Those are reserved for the mini-quiches. I’ll be handling those.”

Defeated, Joker sagged, whining. “Wehhh. FINE.” She started to pace around the kitchen again, thinking out loud. “... I know I can make something with those ingredients… Lemme look at the chocolate chips again.”

Violetta read the labels of the bags to her roommate. “There’s dark chocolate, white chocolate, butterscotch and one bag of mint chocolate …” She closed her eyes, also deep in thought. She mumbled something just outside of Joker’s hearing, then nodded. “I think I have an idea.”

“Oh!” Joker slapped her forehead; the memory finally fell into place. She knew what she was doing now. “Save me two bags of the chocolates, the cream cheese, and the sandwich cookies.” She spun on her heel, and smiled sweetly at Trey, brushing a lock of hair back from her face. As cutely as she could muster, she asked him, “Sempaaaaaaai, do we have a nice, heavy hammer?”

Trey took a step back, startled. “A hammer? I have a mallet for tenderizing meat, I think …”

Joker nodded. “That’ll do. I need to smash things.” Trey raised an eyebrow, but didn’t pursue the idea further.

Violetta snickered into her hand. “Too bad my idea doesn’t involve a little therapeutic violence …”

Joker looked over at her, deadpan. “Who said it was for my recipe?”

“... Anyhow.” Trey straightened his glasses, and nodded towards the girls. “If you two think you can do this with what we have, I’ll leave you to it. Just make sure to clean up after yourselves, and make enough for the whole party. Understood?”

Violetta nodded, but Joker sighed. She tilted her head. “How much trouble will there be if we don’t?”

Trey tapped his foot. “At minimum, you’ll have to clean any caked-on messes that you leave in the morning. As far as not making enough….” He let his voice trail off, looking thoughtful. “As you know well, the Queen does have a rule about sharing sweets. I don’t think Riddle would be too lenient with you if you don’t make enough.”

Joker groaned, and drooped dramatically across the countertop.

Trey smirked. “I’ll get out of your way, then. If you have any trouble, call for me, all right?”

Violetta’s shoulders slumped, and her sigh echoed Joker’s. “Yes, Vice Housewarden …”

“We’ll let you know, Vice Housewarden.” Joker raised her head, and gave Trey a quizzical look. ���But, um. What were we planning on serving the guests if Vivi and I weren’t roped into this?”

Trey paled slightly and took a step towards the door. “Funny you should ask. It was going to be—” He took a moment and stared at his bare wrist in shock. “Oh, would you look at the time?? It’s past curfew; I should be getting upstairs. Good luck, you two!” He stepped quickly out the door, letting it slam closed behind him, and leaving the two girls staring at each other.

------

Thanks for reading, and don't forget to read part two!! Happy holidays and a wonderful Yuletide to you all!

[krazykiki05]

There’s Just Not Enough Hours in the Day

Zemo accidentally had a daughter at 16 with a 17 year old. When she found out what he was doing back in 2016, she teamed up with the Avengers to help fight her father at the age of 19. During this time, she helped Bucky and they grew close.. She moved to Wakanda to help him readjust to modern life. When Bucky came back from the blip, he lived with her. He would miss therapy if it wasn’t for her. She would have never seen her father again if it wasn’t for him.

I

I Part 6 I

I

“Oeznik, we’re changing the course.” Papa calls. 

“How’s your wound?’ Bucky asks. 

“Fine. The bleeding has stopped.” I answer. I tear off a piece of the food and eat it. Bucky shifts to sit right next to me. I lean into his chest. 

“Eat.” Bucky growls in my ear. It made me almost shudder. I take a bigger piece off and eat it. 

~~~~~~~~~

Since we had to leave the car behind, there was not mode of transportation besides walking to the new safehouse. I wasn’t too excited about it due to my injury, but oh well. Bucky had a hand on my waist the entire trip. “We are here.” Papa said. Bucky’s arm releases me. 

“Zemo, help her. I’m going to go on a walk.” Bucky said. We all look at him confused. 

“You good?” Sam asks.

“You alright?” I ask. 

“Yeah. see you guys in a bit.” He says as he walks off. I wonder what that was all about. Papa is quick to take my hand and help me up the stairs. 

~~~~~~~~~

I was forced to the couch. My father went to take a bath and Sam was on his laptop. I was doing what research I could on my phone. That’s when Bucky walked in. “Well the Wakandans are here. They want Zemo. Bought us some more time.” He announces. I perk up. 

“Were you followed?” Sam asks. 

“No.” Bucky answers without a beat. He makes his way to me. 

“How can you be so sure?” Papa asks. “Cause I know when I’m being followed.” Bucky snaps before planting a kiss on my lips and taking a seat next to me.

~~~~~~~~

“Your TT would be proud of you.” Papa compliments. He just wanted to say TT and mock Sam. He pulls out an urn. One I know all too well. I perk up. He pulls out some candy. “Turkish Delight. Anni’s favorite.” He explains. He tosses one to Sam before tossing two to Bucky and I. Bucky catches both in his metal arm. I grab the orange one, my favorite flavor. I was quick to pop it in my mouth. Bucky was hesitant. Examining it. I roll my eyes. 

“Just try it.” I say. Bucky glances at me before opening it, popping it into his mouth as well. He was delightfully surprised. 

“How's the wound?” He asks, lifting up my shirt before I could give an answer. 

“It’s fine, buck. Stop worrying about it.” I say. His eyes snap to meet mine. 

“Then give me a reason to stop worrying.” He snaps at me. I was a bit hurt. I don't think he's ever snapped like that at me before. I mean yeah we’ve had our arguments where things are said in the heat of the moment, but this seemed different. I adjust my shirt and turn away from him. He forces me to lay against him. 

“So where’s our next stop?” I ask. 

“You mean, where is our next stop. You’re not coming in your condition.” Sam corrects as he stands. 

“What!? Condition!? I’m fine! I can walk and fight!” I defend, Bucky gets up. 

“I know damn well you can’t fight because you can barely walk.” Bucky argues. 

“Papa!” I called. Papa shrugs his shoulders. 

“You need to heal. You can’t do that up and around.” Was all he said. I huff. Everyone was against me. 

When the men were ready to leave, Papa came over to kiss me goodbye. “You better not be walking around here when we get back. We’re doing this because we love and care for you.” Papa whispered to me in Sokovian so Sam nor Bucky could understand. I nod but pout. He kisses my cheek goodbye. Bucky comes over to do the same thing, but I turn away right before the kiss lands.

 “I don’t understand why you’re mad at me. I’m just trying to protect you.”

 “You’re supposed to support me.” 

“Protecting you comes first. Always.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Shame what’s become of this place.” Zemo says as the three men walk up to the courtyard. “When I was young, we used to come here for fabulous dinners and parties.” Memories of Zemo as a little boy flash in his mind. Running around the tables with the fellow children brought. As a teenager, sneaking kisses with the cute girls. That was, until little Annika came along. Then it was showing her off and her cute nose everyone used to compliment her on. “I knew nothing of the politics at that time, of course, But I remember it being beautiful.” Zemo had to stop going because Annika would get fussy too soon for the trip over there to count. He remembers the lights. They used the exact same light from when he was a toddler, to when she was a toddler. 

“I’m gonna take a look around upstairs.” Sam says. “See what you can find out here. Keep an eye on him.” Of course, that last sentence was geared to Bucky. 

“I’ll stay out of your way.” Zemo jokes. Bucky walks past him. “Trouble in paradise?” Zemo asks. 

“What?” Bucky was taken back by the question. 

“I saw the failed attempt at a goodbye kiss. Who’s mad at who?” Bucky was so concerned about the mission, he just nonchalantly spoke to Zemo. 

“She’s mad because we left her there. I’m mad because she didn’t tell me about the bullet wound.” 

“You both are just trying to protect each other. Which is a good thing, until it involves secrets and imprisonment.” Bucky stops in his tracks and turns to Zemo. 

“Imprisonment?” He repeats. Zemo nods. 

“You did ask me to lock the front door, did you not?” He’s right. Bucky sighs and continues walking. 

“Look, I’m not talking about my relationship with the father of my girlfriend.” Bucky state. Zemo shrugs. 

“Fair.” 

“All you need to know is that I love her very much. I would do anything in the world to keep her safe. And she’s too stubborn for her own good and that’s where I come in.” Bucky says. 

[vannybarber]

The Prenup: Part Two

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part One

Walking down the isle, you grab everything that looks remotely pleasing in sight. After you left the house, you were just driving nowhere. Having to refill your tank because you wasted all the gas, the crackhead at the station kept singing Mambo Number 5 and it made you feel slightly better. Now you were in the convenience store spending your feelings away.

You get to the pain pills and grab some Aleve. Your head has been thumping for hours now. You see a pink box and knock a couple of those in the basket too just because they're pink. Whipping over to the candy isle, you grab multiple bags of Starburst jelly beans just to spite Chris because you know he loves them. Moments later, your basket it full and you head to the front.

Tipping the basket, you dump all the contents on the counter. The cashier gives you this look and you don't blame her. You had 3 bags of jellybeans, 5 random candy bars, 2 pink boxes you still can't read out, a blue Mountain Dew, a dog toy and some Doritos. Absolutely random. The cashier scans all the junk food, but when she gets to the pink boxes, she look up at you and at your left hand.

You're in a daze, so you don't see her looking at you. Your mind was all over the place and frankly, you didn't want to think about any of the latest events. Not the prenup. Not the engagement. Not Chris. Snapping into reality, you pay for your groceries and take all the bags and walk out the store.

On the drive to the hotel, you pass the park where you and Chris met. That didn't help with your predicament at all.

Dodger had gotten off his leash because he was so excited to finally have a home. You were with your niece. She is so obsessed with dogs and wanted to meet every one. Dodger spotted her and pounced on her, giving infinite kisses.

Chris was freaking out. His dog just pounced on a two year old child.

You, on the other hand, were laughing your ass off. Your niece wasn't complaining either because she kissed him back.

He apologized profusely and you guaranteed him it was okay. You guys hung out for the rest of the day and decided to go on another date, without the kids. One date lead to many others and soon enough you'd met his whole family, vice versa, and started living with him. It was unreal.

And here you are infront of a hotel, with no ring or engagement and your fianceé almost an hour away. Oh, how the tables have turned.

You get out and receive your room key. You head up to your room and set everything down. You were so tired and worn out. Getting comfortable in the bed, you knock out almost immediately.

Meanwhile, back at your house, it's pure chaos.

"Chris do you realize what the fuck you just did?"

Scott is practically screaming at his brother, pacing around the room.

"Scott can you fucking chill? You're not helping the situation" Chris snapped back at him. Scott stops and stares at him like he's an idiot.

"We wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for your stupid choices. Tell him Ma!" He looks at her to back him up. Lisa stands up from her seat and walks over to Chris.

"Now Scott, Chris is a grown man. He can handle this situation, right honey?" Her hands are on both his shoulders, looking for him to respond.

"There you go. You always do this! You always baby him up whenever he's in trouble." He rolls his eyes. Lisa draws back from Chris.

"No, I do not. I let all of you sort out your own issues, with my advice of course. Shanna, Carly, do I baby your brother?" Chris throws his head back in annoyance.

"Um, yeah kinda.."

"Sometimes...Ma, but not all the time of course"

They say at the same time. They hated to admit it but when it came to Chris, she mostly got him out his problems. He's not used to solving them on his own. Lisa utters incoherent words in disbelief.

"That's not important right now. My fianceé just called off our engagement and I don't know where she is!" Chris interrupts, getting everyone back into focus.

"Technically she's not your fianceé if she called the engagement off, but it's whatever..." Scott mumbles with his hands up. Chris shoots him a 'fuck off look'.

"Well have you tried calling her?" Carly asks him.

"Yes, but she's not picking up. She can hold quite the grudge when it comes to her feelings." And he was right. You were very protective of your feelings and anything to harm that will be shut down ASAP.

"Well we just have to hope that she is trusting her better judgment and will come back, unlike someone in the room" Scott says sarcastically turning and sitting on the couch. Chris smacks his lips.

"Scott that's enough!" Lisa snaps.

"Well he deserves everything he's getting! He put himself in this situation. Now he doesn't have a wife and he's miserable. Could never be me."

Chris had enough. He moved quickly put his chair and into the bedroom, slamming the door shut. He sat at the edge of the bed and cried.

You had finally woken up and check your phone.

26 missed calls | 63 messages.

You text Lisa and tell her you're fine. Closing the app, you look at your homescreen. It's a picture of Chris laying on your chest asleep. His lips are parted and you're grinning in the screen. He looks like an adorable puppy. You grab your charger out your bag and plug it up.

Remembering the stuff you bought, you grab the jellybeans and open them. Seeing the assortment of colors, you go straight for the red ones. Chris' favorite. You were gonna milk this to the bone. You reach in the bag and feel one of the pink boxes you bought. Still not knowing what it was, you pull it out and read it.

First Response Pregnancy

You bought a damn pregnancy test. 2 to be exact. You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or to smack yourself for wasting your money. Many thoughts went through your mind. Should you take the tests? Should you throw it away? What if you were pregnant? That last thought gave you shivers. Pregnant at a time like this? Were you even ready?

Looking down at the test, you decide to take it. Just for the hell of it. You knew you weren't gonna be pregnant because you take birth control. Not to mention you and Chris use condoms for extra measure. Nothing wrong with being safe.

You get up, pad to the bathroom and get down to business. You do all the steps and clean up after yourself. Now you just had to wait.

You were nervous as hell. You don't know why though. There isn't a chance you could be pregnant because you didn't allow there be one. You have been beyond careful. There would be zero possibility. Or so you thought.

After what felt like 5 minutes, your shakey hand grab the test and flip it over.

| |

You freeze and your eyes dart to the information section.

Not Pregnant- |

Pregnant- | |

You look back at the results. There were two lines. Absentmindedly, you shake your head and back up until your back hits the wall. You can't be pregnant. There's literally no freaking way. It's got to be false.

You grab the other test and take it. After 5 more minutes, you check it and there's two lines also. Now you were freaking the fuck out. Both tests are positive. You rush back in the room and dig through the bag for the other box. You grab it and take both tests at the same time. Don't ask.

After another 5 minutes, you stare at the back of the two tests. Moment of truth. You flip both the tests at the same time.

| | on each test.

This is where you fall on the floor in shock and fear. You were pregnant. With Chris' child. And you guys just had a huge fall out and you're all alone. You're not ready for a kid. Especially not now.

You bury your head in your hands and let the tears fall. How in the hell were you gonna tell him?

taglist:

@flattykawa1 @mayafatimakhan @attitude-times @shawn-youth @traceyaudette @fantasticinternetpizza @kyraroseficreblogs33 @radi0active-thoughts @youthought-iwasa-nicegirl @ohbarracuda @katelyneannxo @jennamarieee623 @nicochantez @craycraycraic @ilikeurdad @ppal3 @captainson-of-coul @joanne-stan @ilovetheeagles @cristinagronk16 @kelbabyblue @onyourgoddamnleft @jessyballet @misz-adrii @geminievans1 @saltyflowermakertaco @a-moment-captured @harrysthiccthighss @greatbatprofessordragon

i hope this part kept you guys' intrest like the first part😭 i felt the pressure today lmao

if you're bolded, i couldn't tag you. i'll personally message you ❤ thank you guys for your support. it means so much to me 🤧

[thatfanficstuff]

Unexpected - Stucky x Reader

Pairing Grouping: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Steamy fluff with a dash cupful of foul mouthed Reader and super soldier. Also liberal use of sugar and baby but no sugar babies.

A/N: short fluff is no 3300+ of very steamy fluff. I’m gonna go with 16+ on this one folks. Oh, and STUCKY!!!

***

They didn’t think anything of it at first. It was just little things after all. Things that hardly warranted their attention. It wasn’t until Tony mentioned it that they began to take notice.

“Hey, Capsicle, you and tin man been sneaking off to the store without telling anyone? You could at least ask if we needed anything? I’ve been out of blueberries for days,” Tony said one night as the team sat to watch a movie.

“What are you talking about, Stark?” Steve asked with a furrowed brow.

Tony gestured at the bag of gummy worms that you and Bucky were currently sharing. “Just that you two seem to be the only ones around here that never run out of your favorite goodies. You could have stocked up for everyone. That’s all I’m saying.” He shrugged his shoulders and waved a hand through the air as if it wasn’t important, though clearly it was if he’d brought it up.  

You rolled your eyes. “Tony, you’re a billionaire. Pay someone to do your shopping and have it delivered, you big baby.”

The super soldiers on either side of you laughed and you settled more firmly into your seat between them. Tony started to say something else but Natasha smacked his arm. “Shut up. Movie’s starting.”

He grumbled which brought another smile to your face. He really was an overgrown kid sometimes. Really, you were just pleased that he’d shut the hell up. After all, if you’d wanted your crushes to know you were secretly taking care of them, you would have done it not so secretly. Liking both of them was awkward enough without them being aware of it, thank you very much.

Honestly, until that day, Steve had just assumed that Tony had someone that replenished the food in the kitchenette on their floor. True, they’d never seen anyone, but it wasn’t like it happened by magic. It was just over a week later when Steve glanced up from his drawing when Bucky walked into their living room. “Hey Buck, you didn’t do any cleaning did you?”

Bucky snorted. “There’s never anything to clean is there?”

Steve frowned. “Yeah, I noticed that to. I asked Stark if he had a service that did our floor. You know what he said?”

“I’m guessing he said no or we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” Bucky answered as he sat across the table from his boyfriend.

“He asked if I wanted him to get someone in to help us out.”

Confusion caused Bucky’s brow to furrow as he leaned forward. “So, someone has been coming into our space, replacing our food and cleaning up after us and we have no idea who it is?”

“Looks like it.”

There was a stretch of silence before Bucky asked, “Why?”

***

It started when the boys were on a mission. You’d raided Buck’s candy stash for movie night and before you replaced it, you’d done an inventory and picked up everything else they were needing. It wasn’t like it took much more effort. And when you’d seen how happy they were when they arrived home to all their favorites, that was all the incentive you needed to keep doing it.

You made sure to refill their stash when they were on mission or out for training so they wouldn’t catch you. There was always the chance they’d return when you weren’t expecting it, but the odds were slim. After all, you made a living by sneaking around unseen, hence the name Shadow. The cleaning started when they were gone on a mission and you didn’t want them coming home to clutter and dust. You weren’t even sure that they noticed, but it made you happy to have something else you could do for them.

Steve and Bucky were currently on week three of a mission with Nat and Sam and you were sorting out the groceries you’d just bought while you tried to think of something special you could do for them.

“So, why do you do it exactly?” you heard from behind you, causing you to jump. The twins were in San Francisco until tomorrow so you should have had the floor to yourself.

You scowled when you found Tony standing behind you wearing his infamous smirk.

“Jumpy?”

Your cheeks heated as you turned back to the task at hand, hoping Tony wouldn’t notice at least half of your food was for the super soldiers. “Mind was just elsewhere. What’s up?”

“I was just wondering why you pamper the geriatric twins if you aren’t going to take credit for it?”

You froze briefly before finishing up and placing the boys’ food back into bags so you could carry it upstairs. Finally, you turned and crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned against the counter behind you. “I don’t suppose it would do me any good to deny it?”

He chuckled as he moved closer. “They asked me to look into it before they left. It was the complete lack of evidence that led me to you actually. Only one person I know can get around my system like that.”

“Shit.” You were a technomancer and were very skilled at making tech do what you wanted. Tony hadn’t been thrilled the first time you’d completely circumvented the tower’s security. Now he used you to test out new systems. Finally, you quit freaking out enough to meet his eyes. “Are you going to tell them?”

He tilted his head and frowned at you. “Why are you so dead set against them figuring this out? You know they won’t be anything other than grateful.”

“Because they’ll want to know why and I can’t tell them that.” Your voice was quiet but you knew he’d heard your answer.

“Well how about you tell me then, sparky?” he suggested.

You rolled your eyes at his stupid nickname as you sighed. He wasn’t the most trustworthy when it came to secrets but you were dying to tell someone. And honestly, he would probably be the least judgmental out of everyone. “You can’t tell anyone, Tony. I mean it.”

He rubbed his hands together and closed most of the distance between you. “My lips are sealed. You have my word.”

You arched a brow but chose not to comment. You closed your eyes not wanting to look at him as you made the confession. “I might possibly be just a little bit in love with them.” When you got no response you opened one eye to find Tony grinning at you as he rocked on his feet. You opened the other eye to give him a narrow-eyed look. “What?”

“I think you should tell them.”

“Not funny, Stark.”

“Wasn’t meant to be, sweetheart.” You just stared at him, saying nothing. After a few moments, he sighed. “Listen, as amusing as it might be to trick you into having that conversation with them and recording it to watch at my leisure later, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“That little admission didn’t exactly help your cause any.”

He ran a hand down his face. “I can’t tell you that I know for sure how they’ll react, because I can’t. I also can’t tell you how many times I’ve caught them checking you out when they think no one’s watching. Or how many times they’ve argued about who got to sit beside you when there was only one seat left. Or the number of whispered conversations they have that fade away when you walk into the room. And while I have had many female friends over the years, I have never suggested any of them sit in my lap unless I was trying to take things beyond friendship.”

You frowned. “I sit in their laps all the time.”

His hands went out to the side as if to say ‘see?’.

Your frown deepened as you recalled something else. “Wait, didn’t you try to get me to sit in your lap when I was still new?”

Tony chuckled and turned around to walk off. “Only proving my point, Y/L/N,” he called over his shoulder.

It was barely five minutes after he left that you gathered the bags of food to take upstairs and put away. You weren’t certain you’d survive sitting around doing nothing and there was only so much training you could stand in a day. “Protocol five, J,” you said as you stepped onto the elevator. “Super soldiers’ floor, please.”

“Of course, Miss.” Protocol five would shut down all recording devices anywhere in your vicinity until you turned it off.

You made short work of putting the food away and glanced around. Things were fairly tidy though they could use a dust and a quick vacuum. A peek in both bedrooms had you wrinkling your nose. They’d had back-to-back missions before they’d left on the current one and obviously hadn’t had time to do laundry. While the boys normally slept together, they maintained their own spaces in case one of them was having a bad night or just needed some time to themselves.

Moving into Bucky’s space, you gathered up all the laundry and threw it out into the hallway. You also stripped the bedding and added it to the pile. You put a load in the washer before moving to Steve’s room. There was more laundry there as it was the space they shared the most often. You added to the pile already in the hallway before stripping those sheets as well.

After sorting the clothes into loads, you took about half of them down to your floor and started a load there as well before heading back upstairs. You opened windows in both bedrooms to let them air out as you put fresh sheets on the beds. You dusted and straightened and vacuumed only pausing as necessary to switch out the laundry.

By the time you finished all but the last loads of laundry, their rooms looked better than they had in months and they had clean sheets to crawl into when they got home. You’d cleaned the rest of the floor as well and were heading back to your floor to take care of the last of the clothes. You had to wait a bit for them to finish drying, but then once it was all folded and sorted, you loaded up the laundry basket to put it away. You were happy you’d gotten so much done.

Apparently ignoring your feelings made you productive, who knew? Most of the clothes in your basket were Buck’s so you headed to his room first. You reached for the handle, only to have the door open on its own. Your mouth dropped and the basket fell to your feet as you ran your gaze up a naked torso to see Bucky frowning at you. He was dressed in a pair of sweats and his hair was still wet from a shower. His gaze darted from you to the basket and back as a grin crept over his face. “Fuck,” you breathed out and took a step back. “I’m sorry. I-I need to go.”

He reached out and snagged your wrist before you got more than a step. “I don’t think so, sugar.” He tugged you gently back in his direction and lifted your chin with a finger since you seemed unable to look at him on your own. “Where do you think you’re going to escape to anyway, Y/N? We know where you live.”

“I was thinking of moving to Alaska. I hear it’s nice there this time of year.”

“You hate the cold,” he said with a laugh and looped an arm around your waist.

Your heart raced and you prayed that his stupid super soldier senses wouldn’t clue him in, but who were you kidding? You’d never be that lucky.

“Oh, Steve,” he called in a sing-song voice. “I have something for you.”

“Not now, Buck. I’m…” Steve’s voice trailed off as he stepped into the hall and saw you. His ears and cheeks turned a rather adorable shade of red and you couldn’t stop a giggle at the sight. “What’s this?” he asked looking between the two of you.

Bucky nudged the laundry basket into view with his foot. “I intercepted her on her way to put away the last of the laundry.”

Steve straightened immediately. “Oh, did you?”

And damned if his voice didn’t drop a whole octave when he said it. Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. You squirmed in Bucky’s hold but didn’t try to escape. There was no point. He chuckled behind you and passed you over to Steve when he held a hand out toward you. You licked your lips as you took it and let him lead you into the living room.

He sat on the couch and pulled you down onto his lap. Bucky sat right beside him and pulled your legs onto his lap. You cleared your throat. “I can sit by myself.”

“I’m sure you can, baby,” Steve assured. “But I’m happy with you in my lap. And you like to make me happy, don’t you, Y/N?”

Oh.

My.

God.

That was not fair. Not fucking fair at all.

Steve trailed a finger up your spine, chuckling when you shivered at his touch. His finger continued it’s journey up your neck then back along its previous path as he talked. “When Buck and I were kids, there wasn’t a lot of money to go around. Less so for me because of my meds. Our folks taking care of us meant putting food on the table and mending our clothes. Sometimes there might be enough for a dime novel or some sweets, but for the most part we took care of each other.”

Bucky kept rubbing little circles on your ankle with his thumb. “That hasn’t changed much over the last several decades. You know, except when I was trying to kill him. But then someone else started taking care of us. In a million little ways we didn’t always notice. Not right away anyway.”

“But then we did notice and we started making note of everything that made us feel cared for.” Steve’s hand flattened on your back and his fingers flexed slightly as he said, “Loved.”

“So, tell us, Y/N, why did you do it?” Bucky asked.

You shrugged and stared at your hands where they twisted together in your lap. “I stole your candy and needed to replace it so I picked up some other stuff. But then I saw how happy you were when you had your favorite snacks when you got home and that made me happy. The more I did, the happier and more relaxed you seemed so I kept doing it. I like it when you’re happy. Both of you.”

“That the only reason, baby? You like us happy?” Steve asked as he trailed that damned finger back up your spine.

You jumped out of his lap and stepped back until you were out of easy reach for either of them. They stared at you in surprise and you held out a hand to stop them when they started to stand. “No. You stay put. You two aren’t playing fair.”

“How’s that, doll?” Bucky asked, his blue eyes sparking with amusement.

“You with the touching and the sugar and the arm around the waist,” you said gesturing to Bucky before turning to his boyfriend. “And you with the baby and more touching and the deep voice. It’s not fair. It’s not.” You sucked in a breath. “My entire life I’ve been attracted to the unattainable guy. Every fucking time. But this time I really outdid myself because I fell in love with not just one, but two unattainable men and they’re dating each other. I mean fuck my life. Seriously. What is that? So yes, I did all of this because I love you. Both of you. And I’ll keep doing it for the same reason and it will always make me happy to see you happy. But at the end of the day, you two have each other and I don’t and that’s not fucking fair so stop. Just stop, okay?”

Steve stood first as if afraid to startle you. He stepped forward and swept his thumb across your cheek wiping away the tears you hadn’t been aware of. His hands settled on either side of your neck as he studied your eyes for the longest time. “You’ve got quite the fucking mouth on you, baby,” he said then tugged you forward and slammed his lips onto yours.

You hesitated for only a moment, a brief stretch of time and then you let yourself go. Your Steve was kissing you and it was nothing like you’d imagined. There was nothing soft or questioning about it. It was firm, sure, and altogether fucking fantastic. His hands moved to your thighs and lifted as his lips stayed glued to yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and as he turned, his lips slid from your mouth to travel the length of your neck. His open mouth kisses alternated with tiny nips that were sure to bruise and you rolled your hips against him in response. He hissed against your skin and you smiled.

A large hand grasped your chin and turned your head until another pair of lips slanted over yours. Bucky. His kiss was dark and rich and full of promises. He shifted his body so he supported your back as his hands found the hem of your shirt. Cool metal and warm flesh contrasted against your skin as he slid over your belly and up to caress your breasts. “Oh God.” You rolled your hips again, Steve pressed against your front and Bucky pressed against your ass.

“Fuck,” Steve said as his hands tightened on your waist in an effort to still your movements.

Bucky chuckled against the back of your neck and bit at the skin there, his bite firmer, more punishing than Steve’s. “What’s the matter, punk? She pushing you to the edge already?”

“Suck it, Barnes.”

“I intend to, Rogers.”

That had you grinning. This playful love they had between them was what you wanted. Was part of the reason you fell in love with both of them. Bucky’s gaze shifted to you and he mirrored your grin. “I love you, Buck.”

His grin widened. “You hear that, Stevie? She loves me. God, that’s sexy.” He kissed you soundly then pulled you from Steve’s arms to carry you bridal style to the bedroom. “I love you, too, sugar.”

That earned him another kiss. You put your hand against the door frame to stop him before he could carry you inside. This needed to be said before you were all in bed together. You turned to find Steve with a question in his eyes. “I love you, too, Steve.”

His smile was sweet, soft. “I know you do, baby.” He placed a hand on your cheek and gave you a soft kiss. “I love you, too. Have for awhile if I’m honest. We both have. Turns out we were both feeling guilty for loving someone else and it was the same girl. Never dreamed you’d actually be ours though.” You kissed him again and it only took a moment for it to take on a rougher edge.

Bucky turned you so he could carry you into the room, causing your lips to be pulled from Steve’s. You whimpered at the loss of contact and both men chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll have more of us than you can handle in a moment.”

You squealed as Buck tossed you into the middle of their king sized bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows and bit your lip as you looked at the two men standing before you. “Promise, soldiers?”

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s a goddamn guarantee.”

[gojology]

Strawberry Flavored Pocky.

pairing : teen! gojo x gender neutral reader warnings : the big three: unedited, most likely badly written, and some cursing. also there’s like.. graphic imagery that gojo and reader exchange to eachother. it’s just banter though! wordcount : 2273 a/n : for that one anon that wanted teen gojo. my stroke of genius always occurs when im eating strawberry flavored pocky i swear.. anyways yeah this is unfiltered writing n it’s probably like not the best tbh and maybe i didn’t nail teen gojo’s personality but u know what this was so fun to write

     The sound of the tear of the wrapper containing the Pocky you had just bought was music to your ears, crinkling with every touch. Your fingers are itching to grab for the deliciously coated sticks, but you’re stopped by someone none other than Gojo Satoru himself.       “What’d you get?” he inquired, seemingly unbothered by the face you were making, he hadn’t even greeted you with a simple, “Hello.” he sat down on the bench seat right next to you, uninvited.       In his hand were many bags of various sweet treats, you could only make out some familiar ones- ramune flavored gummies, a bag of chips, vibrantly colored candy. Your lips quirk downwards, exhaling, turning to face the setting sun.       “Just some Pocky.” you flatly respond, beginning to pick the biscuit up. Contrary to Gojo’s wide choice of snacks, you only really had one favorite- Pocky. Specifically, Strawberry flavored Pocky. The sweet, yet somewhat tart aftertaste treat dominated your mind almost day and night. It wasn’t everyday that Yaga would be lenient enough to take the four of you to the local convenience store. You were waiting for Shoko and Geto to finish shopping to finally head home for a night of yummy snacking.       Gojo sighs, lazily dropping the treats right next to his side, they sat idly, limply resting on his thigh as he crossed his right leg over his left knee. His hands warmly nestled into his snowy white hair, his elbows jutting into your personal bubble.        “Not one to chat, are you? What’s the problem? You scared?” his tone is teasing, and you jerk your head to face his. Your head is tilted, like your confused, but in reality you’re just astounded how obnoxious he was.       “Why in the world would I be scared of you? You wouldn’t lay a finger on me. Yaga-Senpai would rip your limbs off one by one and fling you into the horizon! And he’s not even that far away, I could report you to him if you even get on my nerves in the slightest.” you shot back, huffing and taking your first bite on the biscuit. You instantly melt.       He flashes you a toothy smile, and you stiffen, did he ever take anything seriously? “Oh my, so riled up. Only scaredy-cats would talk about how not scared they were. Look, you’re even shaking-” he gestures to your just slightly shaking, tightened grip on your Pocky. “-I win, Y/N! Boo hoo, case closed, gimme your Pocky~”        “No, fuck you and your fat ass trying to take my Pocky, I’m not shaking from fear anyways.” you sternly retort, warmth rushing to your cheeks for whatever reason. “I’m shaking because I’m resisting the urge to duct tape your mouth shut and gouge your eyeballs out.”       He chuckles warmly as if your gruesome detailing was humorous, he probably didn’t know you meant it. He too, ripped open one of his snacks. “Calm down, Y/N. I was joking, I could buy Pocky’s whole stock and probably also buy my position up as CEO if I wanted to. I wouldn’t leech off of you, sugar.” readjusting his crooked, circular shades, he looked down at your now slack grip on the wrapper.      Unanswering, you’re grumbling instead. Under your breath, you’re curious as to how Gojo hasn’t realized how obnoxious he was, and how much longer could he survive without his head exploding from how big it was from his inflated ego?      Gojo grinned. He was all too aware of those things, but who really cared?      “Not unless you let your guard down!-” unable to finish the rest of his sentence, he yanked up the wrapper from your hands, using the extent of his long arm to dangle it high above your head. Your reflexes are far too slow to react, causing you to glare at him in a mixture of shock, hatred, and disbelief.      “Give-” you jump, arm reaching towards your snack, but he backs off, snickering and still dangling it above your head. “It-” now you’ve leapt up on the bench, grabbing at the wrapper to no avail. “Back!-” whimpering and flailing your arms out, every time you came close to retrieving your rightfully owned pack of Pocky, he’d simply throw it to his other hand so carelessly it pissed you off. All the while giggling, juggling it like a clown.      A breath of laughter escapes his lips as he looks at you, prancing around like a circus act on the bench, yelling curses and many death-wishes to his clan. Your eyebrows are knitted together, and he can’t just help but realize how adorable you were when concentrated in getting something- so stubborn.    “Okay, okay!” and as if Gojo had flipped a switch, you simmer down, looking at him with an impatient side-eye. “You want it, doggie?”     “Refer to me as doggie, and I’ll send a pack of strays to ravage you.”       Gojo exhaled out of his nose. “You’re a funny one, doggie.” did he just dismiss the conversation you two were having literally 2 seconds prior? “I’ll ask this again, do you want to get your treats back?” his eyes are glinting with amusement and child-like glee. You were almost sure that he had started calling your beloved Pocky as treats because of just how well it suited the nickname Doggie. It looked like you would be getting no where unless you paid no mind to him calling you such a.. Derogatory name.       Grumbling and studying the concrete you were currently trampling on, you exasperatedly sigh.       “Yes. I do want my Pocky back.” you grunt, averting your gaze to anywhere but Gojo’s shoes.       He perks up in approval, drawing out a long, “Hmmm?” as if he hadn’t expected you to give up so easily. “What are the magic words, Y/N?”       This was so humiliating.       “Please?” you politely say through gritted teeth. If it weren’t for the general public bustling about, you would’ve lunged for his unruly hair and tear it out of his scalp.       “Hah! You think I’m gonna do that sorta bullshit?” he crosses his arms, Pocky tucked safely under his arm. You wince, thinking about how the biscuits may potentially be snapped in half. Did you really want your snack still? It probably smelled like Gojo’s armpit sweat, death, and all the bad things in the world combined. “You’re gonna have to earn it, Y/N, in a game.”       Now convinced that Gojo was the manifestation of all the bad karma that you had avoided, you stare at him with wide eyes and fear, the irritation long gone. Games, no, scratch that, literally anything with Gojo only resulted in a small, or maybe large piece of your sanity torn away from you, lost to the infinite dark abyss. Maybe that’s why Geto seemed to slowly go insane everyday.       “On second thought, I’ll just go-”      He cuts you off, alarm now displayed on full view, his face contorting back to neutral. “Wait, no! It won’t be hard. Pinkie promise.” extending a pinkie towards you, you gently slap it away. The mood change was so instant, you were still shocked, that, and he was almost a legal adult and still believed in pinkie promises.      Still hesitant, you quirk an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’d rather spend another two dollars than play whatever game your planning, unless you tell me about it.”      “That’s a given, besides, it won’t take too long, Y/N. I think you’ll like it.” he replies cheerfully, leaning and whisper-yelling into your ear, fruitfully jolting you up. Seriously, did he have any idea what personal space was?      After just a few seconds of thinking, you roll your eyes in defeat. “Okay, what’s this game?”      His incredibly long fingers inserted themselves inside the crinkling wrapper, pulling out a slender stick. You’re almost sure your salivating, and subconsciously swallow the lump at the back of your throat. “Okay, rules of this game are... Hm, we both place our mouths at both ends of the stick. You get the pretzel part because that part sucks.” mischief flickers in his eyes briefly. “Whoever can get down the Pocky longest without being afraid of kissing and pulling back, loses and doesn’t get the Pocky. Whoever stays in their place wins. I’ll throw in some money, deal or no deal?”       “This doesn’t sound.. Fun.” you were still skeptical, but curiosity was blossoming rapidly inside of you. Could you really resist such an intriguing request? The guy was rich, and he did say he’d throw in some money. Gojo probably hated the thought of you, too. You could probably get up and close, get him to cower away from the thought of locking lips with you, and you’d be on your merry way.       “Um, actually, never mind. Let’s do this.” you chirp, the weariness had depleted completely. Besides, Gojo would pester you into doing it anyways, this would effectively save time. The expression on his face was indecipherable, silently wishing to yourself to see his eyes. You wonder if they’re wide open, in shock of your acceptance.       He gently placed the biscuit between your lips, his thumb brushing against it. Your breath hitches, now he’s up close. The shades adorning his handsome features, concealing those vivid blue eyes of his made your heart pace quicken in just seconds, maybe it was because he could see you- and you couldn’t. Your gaze shifts to the tufts of white hair hanging above his forehead. His bangs look lusciously soft, so soft you wonder what it’d be like to ruffle his unruly hair, what did it smell like? What conditioner did he use?     Your cheeks darken, but you hope he doesn’t notice it. This was what people thought of when they saw pretty people up close, it wasn’t like you had a thing for him, he was just attractive, that’s all.      “You look real stupid holding that stick between your teeth and looking at me.” he comments, charmingly smirking as you give him another death glare, unable to speak in fear of dropping the Pocky stick. You could count each individual hair strand he had on top of his head with the amount of time he was taking.      Chomp.     You take the first bite, and you can’t help but realize how much your heart is fluttering about in your chest. Eyelashes fluttering, nerves getting jittery, the exchange was strangely intimate. No kidding, of course it was- if the two of you were adamant and continued to chomp on the stick, it would only end in a kiss. There was no way around it.      He takes a bite too, his lips look curved in a dopey smile, but there’s not a single word traded between the two of you, just tiny, slight nibbles. It would be eons until someone finished, and you were growing impatient by the minute. Quicken the pace. Quicken the fucking pace.     So you did the unthinkable, you quickened the pace.     Taking a large bite, he pauses for a minute- as if to think, before taking an even larger bite. Now, 2/3′s of the original stick is gone. One more large bite, and a kiss would follow suit. Now, you’re sweating bullets, eyes bouncing from him, back down to the microscopic sized Pocky. His lips are so, so close. Soft, plush pink, so glossy you’re inclined to ask what brand of lip gloss he uses. You can hear his breathing grow heavier, why wasn’t he giving up?      The two of you don’t take a single bite, plainly avoiding the objective, the world around you had evaporated into thin air. It’s you, and Gojo Satoru.      You nibbled a little bit more, and then you make up your mind. You’re going to kiss-       Growing chatter grew closer to closer, and you realize Shoko’s monotone and Geto’s lively voice, alongside a very disgruntled Yaga.       “Yeah, she’s pretty hot. I actually liked the movie- Uh...?” the steady rhythm stopped against the concrete. Immediately, you straighten and clear your throat, spitting out the Pocky stick into the nearby grass. Gojo follows suit, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and twirling around. “Oh hey, Geto!-”       “Are we interrupting something? Something.. Important?” Shoko quizzes, struggling to stifle her giggling. A sheepish smile was displayed widely on your face for the world to see, hands behind your back like you were hiding something. Gojo, on the other hand, is facing the other direction, whistling and staring at the now setting sky.       You stutter, cheeks growing even darker. Yaga looks as disgruntled as ever, facepalming and murmuring to himself. Geto looks ecstatic.        “MY MAN!” he beams. “WERE YOU GOING TO-”       “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Shoko shushes him in response, turning her head back to the two of you. You looked like you had just seen a ghost. “We thought you hated Gojo, we’re just...” her head is cocked slightly, an understanding expression on her features. “Just surprised, is all.”       Spluttering, you try to explain yourself- but no sound comes out. Your mouth is opening and closing, struggling to find the words.       “I do hate him... I just... He.. Pocky.. He uh...”       “Sheeeeeeeesh! Poor Y/N over here is going through some shock right now!” Gojo muses aloud, he places an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in under his arm. There’s a small, coy grin on his lips. As if he didn’t try kissing you 1 minute ago. “Just ignore them, anyways, what are we having for dinner tonight? I heard there’s a really good KBBQ place down the street that just opened..”      As much as you hate Gojo, his ability to escape anything did come in handy.    Well, maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you were leading on.     You’d go as far as to say.. Maybe you enjoyed some parts of him.      

[xiaosmoon]

what tattoos they would have.

feat. childe, diluc, & kaeya.

warnings: none.

childe.

- i imagine him to be the type with a bunch of tattoos littered all over him in a modern au. but realistically? i could see him having a tattoo on his lower left side abdomen. it would be blank inked of his harbinger mask.

- he wouldn't ever show off his tattoo to you intentionally; mostly because he forgets it's even there. it's on the opposite side of his lil peep hole so you would probably never see it unless he's walking around shirtless.

- childe probably doesn't even remember why he got it in the first place. it's not like he's proud of being a harbinger, even though he uses his title to his advantage all the time. ("i am the 11th of the fatui harbingers. that's why. now go, fetch me something to eat.") more so a symbol of who he is. and that he shouldn't forget what he's done to get that position.

- the first time you see the tattoo you're a bit taken back and confused. why get a tattoo of his mask?

the both of you rarely get time to yourselves. with childe always on fatui business and you caught up in your own work, lounging around the house and doing absolutely nothing was a luxury. you were in the kitchen cooking up a lovely meal for childe and yourself. too focusing on deciding which seasoning you should use, the arms that were slowing making their way around your body surprised you. "hello." you smiled, adding paprika to your pot. childe had just gotten out of the shower and his head was resting on your shoulder, wet hair brushing against the crook of your neck. "ugh childe, you're wet." you wiggle out of his embrace and turn around to meet his figure.

"what are you cooking? smells delicious." childe peers into the pot behind you.

your cheeks heated up at the sight of him. shirtless. you were new to this relationship and this was your first ever time seeing him shirtless. you were quite afraid to speak, scared that your words would come out as a jumbled mess.

he looked beautiful like this. wet hair, bright blue eyes, built arms, and- wait. is that a tattoo? making it obvious that you were staring, childe flicked ur head playfully. "like what you see?" you roll your eyes at the cliche saying and turn back to your cooking.

"i like your tattoo." childe smiles at your comment and hops up on the counter next to you. "i got it a few months ago. i honestly forget it's still there sometimes."

"maybe i should get one and we can match!"

"absolutely not."

diluc.

- this man would absolutely have a tattoo of a bird and no one can tell me otherwise. i can see him going for more of a minimal look and would have one on his upper back. it would be a small bird, nothing too noticeable.

- like childe, diluc wouldn't show off his tattoo but for different reasons. partially because he regrets getting it.

- he also tends to forget about it because he can't see it.

- the first time you see his tattoo would be when you both hit the beach.

it was a very hot summer day, so what a better to do than spend it at the beach with your boyfriend? convincing diluc to come with you was no easy task. this man can physically not vacation. even to mention a vacation would send him into panic. "a vacation? now? but there's so much to do; i couldn't possibly pack up and leave. who's going to manage the orders coming in next week? and what about-"

yeah you get the idea.

but when eventually you were able to convince him, diluc was all in. and at the beach there was no way he would wear his daily attire. a heavy coat and covered head to toe? absolutely not. he was laying down next to you in nothing but a pair of swim shorts and you couldn't deny you enjoyed the view. it was rare for you to see diluc without heavy clothing and you definitely wouldn't mind seeing him like this more.

"diluc, do you want me to put sunscreen on you? i'm scared you're going to fry." you ask in a teasing manner. diluc smiles up at you sits up more. "it's alright dear i can do it myself. thank you for reminding me, i'm afraid i really would fry." with his pale ass i wouldn't let him go an hour without reapplying.

rubbing sunscreen all over himself, diluc meets a issue; not being able to get his back. "dear, would you mind?" his sheepish smile tells you what he needs. you motion him to turn his back to you and that's when you see it, his beautiful bird tattoo. you squirt some sunscreen into your hand and immediately start at the tattooed area. "i didnt know you had a tattoo." "hm? oh, i forgot about that thing."

you smile and continue rubbing until you're done. "it's pretty." diluc blushes a little at the comment. "thank you. now turn around, let me get your back."

kaeya.

- this man. this lovely man. if anyone would have a tattoo it would be him. and he wouldn't just have one, no, he would have two. one on the inner upper side of his left forearm, your birthday in roman numerals. the second one right on his boob (couldn't decide which one) of a pavo ocellus constellation and it would be very beautiful.

- i don't know why he got the pavo ocellus one, but he got the one of your birthday cause he loves you and says it's the "best day in the world." he would totally surprise you with it.

- i feel like kaeya is the type to have a meaningful tattoos and would also flaunt them.

- he'll be at the tavern taking to his drinking buddies and just bring up his tattoos. "hey did i ever tell you i got y/n's birthday tattooed on my arm? yeah! look!"

it was the day after your birthday and you were exhausted. amber threw a huge surprise party for you at angel's share and you were dancing and drinking all night, leaving you burnt out the next day.

jean allowed you the day off so you spent it at home, relaxing and writing thank you cards to everyone who brought you gifts. kaeya's gift to you was the prettiest of them all. a beautiful necklace with your favorite flower on it, made of pure diamonds. you weren't one for expensive jewelry but the one who gifted it to you made it worth it.

kaeya came home that evening with the dorkiest smile on his face. his usual sly and flirty demeanor was not present. "y/n, guess whattttt" he dragged out his words plopping next to you on the couch. you were a bit worried, you've never seen kaeya have the expression of a happy child who looks like they just bought all of the candy in the candy shop. "what is it?" you raise a brow at him. he throws out his arm in front of you quickly, making you flinch a bit. it takes a moment for you to see what he was showing you but oh my, what a beautiful tattoo.

it was your birthday. you look back up at him and smile. "that's very cute of you kae. looks like i'll just have to get your birthday on me too!"

his flirty dark smile makes its appearance again. "can i choose where?"

"no."

[tiens-letters]

with these hands, I vowed to love you

with these hands, I vowed to care for you

and with these hands, I ruined you

Childe (angst)

tw : slight gore and just pure pain

...

It was that time of the year again, going back to the snowy region was a bliss for you. Having to visit your fiancée's family was an unspoken tradition after he introduced you to them. They practically took you in as one of them immediately, especially that little angel brother of his.

Teucer.

The train ride was comfortable , the window giving you the familiar beauty of the snowy landscape of snezhenaya. It was snug inside the rather spacious compartment Childe rented out, even when you told him that you'd rather share a normal one due to your thrifty nature he'd shrug it off, claiming it that he has too much mora and nowhere to spend it on other than you.

Gifts from him would scare you as you knew these weren't anywhere cheap. Everything he gave was expensive, he loved showering you in gifts and it made you feel so overwhelmed.

"Ajax, you're spending too much." you were visibly sweating beside him as he picked out another one of the dresses on display at the local boutique of Liyue.

"I think this one would suit you better, don't you think so love?" of course he wasn't listening, placing the dress in front of you

"Ajax." you frowned at him

" I just want to spoil you." he whines

"I know but sometimes its just..." you stopped yourself before saying anything further in fear of offending him

"Was it too much again?" the tone in his voice softens as he puts back the dress, he knew how you didn't like that habit of his, formed from the first time he saw you down by the docks.

"One dress, Ajax. One is enough since you picked it out for me." you gave in not wanting to see him so dejected, he immediately brightens up as he pecks you on cheek before rushing off to a different aisle of clothing. Sighing, you sat down on the sofa present in the shop, watching the ginger decide thoroughly of what dress to buy.

But of course, your love for one another runs deeper than things bought off gold nor silver. No, it ran deeper than anything else, rivaling the oceanic depths.

"What are you thinking about hmm?" he hums below you, head resting against your lap.

"Im just happy to be visiting again, that's all." you smile, nimble hands brushing through his soft hair "Sleep well?"

"You bet I did." he grins taking your hand and placing a kiss to your beating pulse and then another and another, showering you in his deeply rooted affection. Soon his kisses reached where they are supposed to belong, those soft lips of yours and then inching their way to the sensitive spots on your neck, leaving marks only he can place on you.

Breathless and bothered, you pushed him back "The attendants are gonna see, you idiot." at least you still had some control in you

"They will only arrive when we call them , so its fine to have a little fun before we arrive." there was that sly grin of his as he continued in where you both left off, ears perking to hear more sounds exclusively for him and him only.

"You horny bastard!"

...

It was cozy by the hearth, you and his siblings huddled together in one single fleece blanket, steaming cups of hot cocoa in hand. Childish giggles and hushed stories erupted amongst you. Teucer having wrapped in your arms as he snuggled closer. Anthon and Tonia flanking your sides.

"Hey, who's fiancé do you think you guys are coveting?"

"Oh don't be like that, your siblings just miss them." his mother chided from the couch where she sat, an open book on her lap, she didn't seem to age and always looked so young that at first you were shocked to have been introduced to her.

"But mom, I haven't seen her all day." her son pouts as if he were still a child denied his candy

"Give me a break, you're always clinging onto her you know." his sister rolls those identical thalassic eyes at him "You wont die if you go a day without her."

"Listen here you little---"

"Ajax." you interjected, as much as you enjoy the siblingly banter of theirs, you cant have them going at each other with offensive words. His pleading gaze aimed at you as he practically begged for you both to go home.

"Please?"

"After I put Teucer to bed." you sighed, standing up with the youngest in your arms

"Seriously this guy." his sister groaned "I was having a good time."

"Tonia dear, we can continue our conversations tomorrow." you winked at her, it was a promise

"Fine."

Both of you bid farewell to his mother and made your way towards Teucer's room and tucking him in.

"Happy?" you turned to your fiancée, a narrowed look in your eyes as he grinned beside you

"Of course, sweetheart!" he pecked your lips as he pulled you closer

"Can you not do it in Teucer's room? Have some shame." his siblings' comments were endless, this time it was from his older brother.

"That's why were going home." Childe picked you up as you made a surprised yelp making the other party roll his eyes "Also, get ready to lose tomorrow brother. I'm getting that white deer for my lady."

"I'm looking forward to it."

The walk was short towards Childe's home as he preferred living alone. It was a grandiose manor and you were sure you will never get used to how big it was and filled with such furnitures of the finest quality.

"Well, how was your day darling?" you hummed, arms snaking around his neck

"Oh you wouldn't believe it."

...

It was there.

You felt it in the cold breeze that wafted into the room.

A shift in the flow of the wind, it was different yet familiar at the same time. Leaving the window open as the harsh temperatures of the night climbed and crawled inside. The curtains danced in the turbulent current of the gale, carrying songs only you could hear. Songs that made mountains tremble and build civilizations at the same time.

there was something foreboding, something terrifying and something heavy and dark that devoured anything in its path.

You heard him first before he came in through those doors, that tousled ginger hair of his caked with melting snowflakes in the warm glow of the lamps. His rugged appearance caused by the hunting competition between him and his older siblings induced his worn out state. That soft yet jaded smile of his was what welcomed you as he trudged inside the bedroom, lazily discarding his clothes on the basket for dirty laundry and entering the bathroom for a quick shower.

"why is the window open? " he asks you, sliding inside the warm covers

"I just wanted fresh air ." you smile as you shut the windows and pull the blinds enough for you to see the moon that hung above the sky. Joining him under the covers, you cradled him, his head resting on the crook of your neck. Your hands finding their way into those soft locks of his , entangling them as he hummed softly against you. Those arms of his that held weapons and skin littered with scars both old and new now held you close, so tenderly as if he'd never taken a life before.

"sing me a song, sweetheart. " his queries were simple yet genuine

"of course." you sang until you equated him to a sleeping newborn

It was warm, so warm that you could have mistaken it for a summer afternoon in Liyue, resting on the couch with silken pillows and window showcasing the view of the harbor below. The steaming cups of soothing tea Beidou would brew for you when nights became cold at times she would pay you a visit after trading that would take weeks, months and rarely years.

you slept.

Why is it cold? you wondered, Did Ajax open the windows?

You were blessed by the tsaritsa so such climates shouldn't matter to you.

You woke up.

A shadow was cast over you by the man youve sung to sleep. Virulent blue eyes looked at you with so much abhorrence, for a second you couldnt recognize them and thought it was a stranger to which you were ready to terminate.

"Ajax?" your voice was hoarse, as you slowly lost the feeling in your lips.

He was crazed, still trapped in that dreaming state of his, drifting between experiences. Today was a re-enactment of a memory he would never speak of, not even to you. There were parts of him he'd never tell you, such a soul as yours should never hear.

You choked and coughed as the metallic taste of mortal ichor filled your throat. How could you have not felt anything earlier? Was it because of your futile attempts to coax Ajax back into reality or was it because of the numerous thoughts your mind came up with to he answer as to why he is in such a virulent state. Excruciating pain filled your whole body as you writhed and struggled under his grip. It felt as if something was being ripped out of you.

"Ajax, darling come back to me." you cried, it took so much to even utter a word as you bled out, you know not where but you could feel it. The liquid vital for your survival was seeping out of you, flowing like a lazy river on an autumns day, only that it was warm, sticky and addicting.

"Ajax?" a hiss comes from that mouth, he cringes as you freed your numb hands to hold his face and he let you, seeing as to there was no point in stopping you as you dangerously danced on a tight rope of life and death. You couldn't tell in that delirious disposition of yours if his eyes were shifting between Ajax or the primal eyes of a beast hunting its prey.

It wasn't too late was it?

But why didn't your eyes meet his?

Who snuffed out all the lights?

"I've abandoned that name a long time ago."

The cold took over you completely, freezing you until you broke under his touch with words left dying in your ichor filled lips

and then fear was the last thing you felt.

fear that he might not return to his sweet, charming self.

fear that he will curse everything in his path.

fear that he might attempt to use different various methods to bring back what was lost

and fear of his ruination.

you care not for your death, even in your last minutes of life, you dare not blame him for what he's endured so far. only wishing he never had to experience such in the first place.

This is what the wind warned you about in its lullaby.

...

Childe woke up for the second time.

Oddly more worn out than the day before, but your songs always worked, how come? . He wondered if you left to make breakfast as the covers felt empty as he reached out for you. No, you were a late riser, always having to slumber in the middle of the warm covers of the bed you both share. It was he who mostly did the cooking in the morning. So your presence gone was a displacement in the moment of his waking.

His eyes had to adjust to the view of the room as he sat up, a yawn escaping his lips as he called for you. The pitter-patter sound of the water on the bathroom tiles were non-existent as he strained his ears to hear for any trace of you.

"What..." he was confused as to why the room was trashed, furniture broken in half and strewn about the room, the drapes shredded and laying on the floor and the mirror shattered to pieces, shards sharp enough to cut through skin yet he slept through such a thing?

his first concern was your safety as you had not been present in the room and it him.

the heavy stench of blood lingered in the air. His enjoyment for such things turned into something suffocating because blood was never shed in his own home nor in his very room. In the state of confusion, something dark caught his peripheral vision. A large blemish in the covers beside him, it was dyed a deep dark crimson and he knew well what it was. He began to shake in worry, telling himself not to panic until he finds you safe. All he could remember was you singing him to sleep, held captive in your soft arms, encased in your warmth, so how did it come to such a morning that looked like a result of a monster's tantrum. He calls out for you, his bare feet on the floor as splinters punctured them and he didnt care. he had to find you.

The hallways looked haunting, the portraits on the walls taunting him and he swore he was going lose it if he hadnt found you sooner, every room was achingly vacant and it felt like a dream. He calls for your name again in a frenzy as he rushes through the place, had the mansion been this big? he thinks as he runs down the stairs.

There in the fireplace, the dying embers of fire lit from the night before, wood giving away and turning into coal as the burning smell mingled with similar stench that engulfed the bedroom, the same dark liquid on the sheets was present as well, only that it was painted into the wall and bled down creating a cascading waterfall.

Because there you were, with arms spread out as if welcoming each and every sinner for solace and blessing them with forgiveness, the drying mortal ichor behind you creating a halo. Your lips upturned into something soft as if you'd do anything disgraceful to keep the effeminacy on a soul lost to ruin.

an angel crucified.

that oh so heavenly face of yours could rival anything beautiful, even statues would crumble under you, nations would go to war for you and bodies of those who want you would turn into a throne built for you and you only. You were immortally ethereal even in death.

Ajax, dear sweet Ajax felt his legs give away, energy having siphoned from him as he trembled so much that it could rival the mountains when they shook. Thalassic eyes, wide blown into grief, anguish and all other emotions crashed against him like strong waves that could drown anyone caught up in it. He knelt as pain spread through him like wildfire, burning, scorching and killing. Agonized cries filled the room and if someone were to pass by, they couldve mistaken it for a dying animal. He gasped and choked on his own breath as he dared to look at you, the tears freely flowing from his eyes, down to his pale cheek and finally falling off his trembling chin to be hungrily absorbed by the carpeted floor that was also tarnished by ichor.

He felt crazed as he wept and in that moment of insanity, he remembered. That most disgusting sin he's ever committed that he should never be pardoned for in the life he has right now and the next ones he will be in. Through the blur of tears, he saw his hands and he wished he didnt.

Sullied hands befitting a murderer.

He screams into the ground, doubling over as his hands find their way into his hair, gripping it and ripping out those jacinthe locks of his. He could never forgive himself now and he never will. He wails out loud until his own throat collapsed into a croaking mess.

and then he couldnt find himself no longer.

The sand of time seemed to trickle down slowly. His eldest siblings came looking for him, to continue the hunt. A once peaceful encounter turned into a nightmarish reality as they witnessed their brother rocking back and forth with you gingerly wrapped in his arms, mumbling your name. Lips pressed to your forehead as he prayed and begged for forgiveness over and over in hushed torn whispers as if it were enough to bring you back and cover that gaping hole in your abdomen.

"What did you do?"

...

"Brother, when are they coming back?"

Oh darling Teucer, innocence reflecting off his eyes as he tugged on his brother's sleeve. The toy you gifted him clutched tightly at his side.

"I dont know kid, their mission was sudden so its best to wait. Can you do that Teuc?" the truth about you was kept behind closed doors, only adults can speak of and if they did, it took time to keep the conversation smooth and off of any grief nor sadness when your name reached their tongue. The younger ones would never know until the time is right. When everything was taken care of and hearts moved on. 

Your funeral was held in secrecy yet was it was grand. Something that would hold the significance of your memories with them. It was beautiful, your favorite flowers lined along your coffin, and you. Looking ever so ethereal even when death has kissed you, clad in that dress Childe bought for you. 

"uh huh!" the youngest ginger nodded eagerly and skipped away as the eldest sighed into his hands, the pressure weighing heavily on his shoulders as he worried more and more about his younger sibling. Another memory, a mind broken and a his soul withering. was there any way to save him? 

Days seemed to go by as any glimpse of the man was scarce. Until one day they ceased to see him altogether. It started at lunch, a week after the funeral when it took everyone to coax him into eating more as he lost weight  and trickled down to a whole day. Cooped up in his room, clinging to a pillow with the fading scent of you. and then he was gone, like a snowflake melting upon ones forehead. They grew anxious and thought of the worse until they caught wind that he was back in Liyue from one of the agents only then were they allowed to breathe a little better. 

"Childe, what finds you here?" the calm tone of the geo archon's voice broke him out of his trance

"Have you seen my fiance?" Zhongli blinks at the question of the harbinger, he knew what befell you and yet this man before him seemed clueless enough as to what he committed. How Childe did what he did, he seemed to sympathize with in a way that would make him understand his behavior. 

" I have not." he couldnt bring himself to tell this man the truth. Perhaps he was sparing him, spearing that mind of his into spiraling down into nothingness and a heart that was held by a thin piece of thread. "Perhaps it is better to enjoy yourself while you wait for them." 

To deviate oneself from the loss might be the best way Childe right now until his mind is ready to accept the torment of the heavy truth that would slew this man. 

"I see. " he smiles and yet it feels so empty to Childe, the reason? He wouldnt know or atleast his mind wouldnt allow him to know 

"Ill see you around then Xiansheng." 

Everything that he portrayed lacked and all he could do as he's always did. 

...........

i had to.

I hope yall would get Childe :)

[desicroft02]

First Christmas- JJ Maybank x Fem Reader

It was a normal holiday season for the people of Outerbanks. But for you and JJ- it was different. It was your first Christmas together as a couple. Tonight was Christmas Eve and you were doing last minute touches around the house. You looked over to JJ through the lights on the Christmas tree, which made his already beautiful eyes twinkle. He was putting presents under the tree and you were filling the stockings. You stared at him for a moment, causing him to stop what he was doing and come over to you. "Whatcha staring at love?" he asked, lifting your chin up with his finger. You blushed leaning into him giving him a kiss "Just my boyfriend by the Christmas tree that we put up together for our first Christmas." "Of course you were staring at me, I am pretty cute." He said pretending to flip his hair.

"Are you almost done putting the presents under the tree? We still have all the other things I have planned for us." He nodded and you helped him finish. "What's next on the list your majesty?" He asked you, while bowing down. You laughed and replied "Cookies. We're baking cookies together. I need you to grab the cookie mix, a stick of butter, an egg, and the frosting I bought. It should be on the counter." You went and grabbed the measuring cups, the mixing bowl, cookie cutters, and a tray for the cookies, also preheating the oven. "Can I trust you to mix everything or do I have help you?" you asked JJ poking his side. "Hmm. I can do it myself, but.. I want your help anyways." You playfully rolled your eyes at him cutting open the bag of cookie mix.

"Pour this into the bowl while I go melt the butter for a few seconds." You stuck it in the microwave for 5 seconds because you had forgotten to keep it out to soften. After you took it out you walked over to JJ putting it in the bowl and then cracking the egg to mix in. "Babee can I mix it?" "JJ if you get this everywhere, I'll kill you." you said pointing a finger at him. "Jeez, you act like I can't do adult things without you." You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. He looked at you and pouted and you started laughing. "Make sure you start it slowly J." You guys went over and put the bowl in the machine, and it started mixing. He hugged you from behind and kissed your head. "What cookie shape do you like the best?" he asked (Out of Christmas tree, candy cane, reindeer, and santa hat) "Hmm, I think ---" you replied.

Once the mix was ready, you took it over to the pan you had and rolled it out. You made JJ sit and watch for this part. "Grab the cookie cutters J, then we cut the cookies and put them in the oven." You both took turns cutting the cookies out, but you made sure once it was done you were the one to tear the extra dough out. You put it in the oven and set a timer for 25 minutes. "While we wait can we take pictures together? We just have to put our matching pajama pants on first." he smiled at you and replied "Of course princess. Let's go change quickly." Once you changed you grabbed santa hats for the both of you. "First, we should take selfies, and then we should put the timer on and take some in front of the tree." you said. You picked your phone up and put your head next to JJ smiling. "What if the next one is me kissing your cheek and then you do it to me babygirl?" He kissed your cheek and you smiled, snapping a picture, doing the same for him.

"What if you hug me from behind in front of the tree?" You set your phone down on the couch, putting a 10 second timer on. JJ came and wrapped his arms around you smiling. "Oo for the last one can you pick me up?" you gave him puppy dog eyes. You went and started the timer again, and he picked you up bridal style, looking down at you smiling, while you smiled up at him. Once you heard the "click" you leaned up towards him and kissed him. "I love you so much JJ. I can't believe we're having our first Christmas together as a couple." "I love you so much more Y/N, I can't wait to spend the rest of the Christmases in our lives together." He brought you over to the couch, and picked your phone up off of it. "Wanna look at the pictures love?" You nodded and gushed over how cute they were. You sent it to the groupchat with the rest of the Pogues, saying "see you guys later!" You nuzzled your head into his neck and you cuddled until the timer went off.

"Babygirl, we have to go finish baking our cookies." "But cuddles. So comfy." you murmured. "Why don't I go take them out and let them cool off, and we'll cuddle until they're cool enough to decorate." "It's okay J, I'll come with you. I want to wash the mixing bowl, and besides, I'll fall asleep if I keep laying here." You went and washed out the bowl while JJ took the cookies out of the oven. After about 10 minutes, you opened the frostings you bought. "Make sure they're appropriate JJ, the rest of our friends are eating these later." you warned. He grabbed some candy canes and trees, and started decorating. You grabbed the reindeer and santa hats. Once you were done, you walked over to him and squirted some frosting on his nose. "I love your cookies J, I can't wait to eat them later. Why don't we go change into different clothes to head over to the Chateau?" You changed into a maroon long sleeve dress, and you had JJ change into a dark green flannel. "You're so beautiful Y/N." he said with his mouth wide open. (He usually only sees you in t shirts and either jeans or shirts.) "And you're very handsome my love." you said walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

------Forward to being at the Chateau--------

"Hey guys!!" Yelled Kiara when you walked in. "Your pictures are so cute, and you're even color coordinating now." gushed Sarah. "What's up bro" said Pope fist bumping JJ. "Hey guys." you said. You put the bag of gifts down you brought over. After eating, you all talked for awhile and opened presents. You got Sarah a ring from one of the shops, Kie a seashell bracelet, Pope a button up, and John B a pair of sunglasses. As a joint gift for you and JJ, Sarah promised a shopping trip for some "fancy clothes" because you were always insisting on seeing JJ in a suit. Kiara got you matching bracelets, Pope got you a bunch of baking supplies, and John B got you bags and boxes of cake mix, cookie mix, brownie mix, you name it. "Hm, I see you two brainstormed together for this huh?" "Listen, we all love your baking Y/N, we're just trying to make it more available to you." John B said. After some more talking, you insisted on a group picture, and then you helped clean up. "Alright guys, I'm getting tired and I know someone is gonna wake me up early for once tomorrow, so we're gonna head out. Goodnight guys, love you all, Merry Christmas! Thank you."

It was about 10pm when you and JJ got back to your house. You guys put your things down and changed back into your pajamas, plopping into bed. You laid in JJ's arms kissing his chest. "Goodnight JJ, I love you. Merry Christmas Eve." "Merry Christmas Eve Y/N, I love you too." he said kissing your forehead as you felt yourself falling asleep.

You were woken up by a wide awake JJ. "Y/N, it's Christmas morning get up." he said giving you a kiss. You groaned. "What time is it?" "Almost 8, now get up." "The one day JJ gets up early, is the day I always end up sleeping in." You thought to yourself. You rolled out of bed and brushed your hair. "Come on, I made breakfast Y/N." he whined. "Okay J, I'm coming, I'm coming."

You went downstairs with him and went to the table, seeing that he made eggs with ham, cheese, and toast. "Do you like it babe?" you smiled at him, and kissed him. "I love it. Thank you JJ." You ate together and you dragged him into the living room. "So we'll do stockings first, and then gifts? And more pictures..?" "Yes we can princess." For his stocking, you got him some chocolate, candy, chap stick, and some joints. He had gotten you the same, except he got you nips instead of joints. "Thank you cupcake. We can use this all later right?" "And end our first Christmas fucked up? Maybe wait until tomorrow night babe? You know I won't remember anything if I drink. Here, open these." You had gotten him more flannels, a sweatshirt and another hat. "Oh, my mom left this for you JJ, she wanted to be here but work ya know." He blushed a little, not used to family caring about him. He unwrapped it, and smiled. "Well, what is it babe?" "A toolkit and some surf wax. Wow. It's nice to have your mom accept me. When should she be home?" "Um, I'm not sure, but let's send her a video." you opened your phone and started recording with JJ. "Merry Christmas Mom." "Merry Christmas Mrs. Y/L/N, thank you so much." you stopped the video and sent it.

JJ got up and grabbed two presents from under the tree. "Um, Y/N, I know it isn't alot but here, open the small one first and then the bigger one" You unwrapped the smaller rectangular shape to reveal a framed picture of you guys on your first date. You looked at him and smiled and he motioned for you to open the bigger one. It was a big picture board, with lights on it, and pictures of you and JJ, and the Pogues in a stack. "It's so you can have the memories in your room. Sarah and Kiara helped me pick it out." he said rubbing the back of his head. You started tearing up and jumped into his arms. "I love it JJ, I love it so much. Thank you." "I love you too babygirl." he rubbed your back. "Can we take a picture of us kissing in front of the tree?" "Only if I get to keep kissing you after." he winked. "Okay J." You set your phone up on the couch again and wrapped your arms around his neck. He placed his hands on your waist and began kissing you.

You heard the click but continued kissing him, tugging his hair a little. He picked you up still kissing you, bringing you over to the couch. You pulled away for a moment to catch your breath. "I love you so much JJ. It doesn't matter how much or how little you buy, it doesn't matter to me. All I care about is being with you." "I know baby, I just want to be able to spoil you." he pulled you back in for a kiss, this time more passionately. You could tell he was pouring emotion into it, he was kissing you slowly and slightly rough. He held onto the sides of your face gently, rubbing your cheeks. "Do you want to cuddle princess?" he asked. You kissed the tip of his nose and let him lay down on the couch, and then you got on top of him and laid your head on his chest. "Merry Christmas Y/N, I love you" "Merry Christmas JJ, I love you too."

Yeah, I wasn't sure how this came out because Christmas wasn't really the happiest this year, but I wanted to try.

[fairyfencereri]

Joker’s Wild (Shang Tsung xFReader) Chapter 8

Meanwhile…[Bi-Han P.O.V.]

Something's on Shang's mind. He's fidgeting like he's had one too many beers. I should probably not mention that I've just bought some candy for You and Mileena. That ought to make her mad enough to forget being embarrassed. Sure as hell would do wonders for me!

Wow…I can't believe she let me take it further! She's always so shy! And prudish, as Shang claims. I think she's perfect for me, even if she is a prude. She's logical yet knows that even rules have limits. I love it when she breaks the rules; it shows me the true rebel I know she can be. That and she's the most interesting person, besides you, that I've ever had the pleasure to come across. And she's all mine.

Shang's hand waving in front of my eyes brought me out of my daydream. "Bi-Han, hello? Are you there?"

"Knock it off," I groaned as I moved his hand away from my face. God only knows where that thing has been!

"Well, if you'd answer my question I'd be happy to not think of you as a nit-wit."

Quickly I tried to think about everything he'd been talking about for the last few minutes while I was off in lala land. Damn, I can't remember anything. "Uh, remind me what the topic was about."

"You weren't even listening!" he complained. "Great. Wonderful. Fantastic! It was sad enough that I was asking you of all people in the first place!"

Now I was confused. "What in the name of the elder gods are you talking about Shang?"

The sound of his sigh indicated that he really, really wanted to talk about…whatever it is he wants to talk about. "Fine, I'll say it again. Well Bi-Han, you know how I already proposed to Y/N, right?" With his skin getting flushed it helped me remember why he would be embarrassed.

"Yeah…you screwed up from the original plan. I mean, come on! You just got nervous on her and asked her like it was no big deal!" Oh yeah, Shang fucked up on that proposal big time. "Just be happy she actually said 'yes' to you, after the stunt you pulled."

"I didn't know she was actually going to eat the new candy experiment I made once I pulled it from my pocket!"

"Which then turned her tongue purple and gave her blisters in her mouth, might I add."

"I'm still shocked that she ate it without even asking what it was, or even noticed that the ring I hid in the wrapper was even there! What was I supposed to do? I said the first thing that came to my mind and considering I'd been dead set on asking her to marry me anyway that day that was the first thing that came out of my mouth. I was worried and nervous."

"So what does that have to do with anything?" I questioned him. This ought to be interesting.

"I want to ask her again, only this time it would be more romantic. No silly trick for candy. This time it won't be a nervous joke."Was I hearing my boss correctly? He actually wanted to be romantic? Well, who was I to put a guy down when he was out for something he really wants. "Well, do it then!" He seemed relieved by my answer. I didn't question why though, it wasn't my business.

Quicker than I could ask he picked up the papers from several locations that were renting space out and grabbed my hand and we went straight for the weapons. He didn't have to tell me twice where we were going; shopping. On the way home we stopped by a candy shop and he picked up a box of candy and put the new ring he'd bought for her inside. With that done we went to the store and he bought her a Root Beer and stuffed it into his bag.

It took several minutes for us to get home, we headed inside, noticing both Y/N and Mileena cleaning up the many boxes of pizza and soda that littered the living room. Both girls smiled at us and proceeded to clean.

Nervously Shang removed the candy box from his coat pocket and walked over to Y/N. Looks like he was eager to get this done with. "Y/N, I know I love you more than anything in all the realms, and I know that what I'm about to ask you I already have; I'd just like the chance to make it right this time." Smooth, Shang. He went down on one knee and handed her the box of candy. Her eyes got big, knowing that inside that little box would be sweets. Slowly he opened it and her eyes got even bigger. By this time I was surprised she'd remained quiet. "You, will you marry me? Even though I already asked?"

Any second now she's going to do one of 2 things: scream or eat the candy then scream. "Yes," she whispered. To say that I fell over in shock would be an understatement. 'Yes'? That's it? No drama? I'm slightly confused. Then she screamed. "YES! YES! YES! YES!" she was so loud I think my ears bled.

[diegos-butt]

A trip to the grocery store

Summary: The fridge is empty, so a trip to the supermarket is inevitable. The only problem? Walter isn't in the mood to behave. 👀

Walter Marshall x Melody Williams (Curvy/Plus size OFC)

I didn't mention her name (he calls her doll y'all) so you could see this as a reader insert I guess!

Warnings: Walter being a cheeky bastard. Walter being a little touchy. Cute ass behaviour 🍑 (pun intented, you'll understand later)

Wordcount: 3k

A/N: Wooohooooo!!!! In celebration of reaching 🎉100 followers🎉, I’m posting this fic as a thank you! Thank you all!! 🥺

This is written for my babies from Electricity, but you can read it without having read that. I make a few references to the first chapter, but they’re explained so you’ll get in anyway. 😘

•••

“No, let’s just stay home!” Walter whined. “We can just order take out tonight!” He looked at me from the couch with puppy eyes.

“Walter, take a look at the fridge. That thing is empty, and you eat for like three people,” I said with my hand on my hip, in my other hand I waved with the car keys. It had been a busy week, and we both didn’t had time to run errands. “We need to go to the grocery store, and you know it.”

“I don’t eat that much,” he grumbled.

“Yes, you do. And again, you know it,” I shot back. “Now get that thick ass of the couch.”

Faster than the speed of light he stood up. Standing behind me he grabbed my hips. “Look who’s saying that,” he growled. I laughed and swayed my butt against my boyfriend.

“Not now Walter, first groceries,” I turned around and winked at him. Quickly I walked away and grabbed my phone from the dining table and shoved it in the pocket of my jeans. He sighed loudly behind me, but he gave in. I walked to the hallway and grabbed his shoes, which I threw at him.

“No need to be so violent doll, might get you in trouble,” he warned. He tied his shoelaces and grabbed his wallet from the dining table.

“Might be looking for some trouble detective.” I waited by the door, and after one final warning glance at Walter, he walked towards me. He stepped close, pressed his forehead against mine before he kissed me deeply. His hands wandered over my butt. With a gasp I broke the kiss, and pressed my hands against his chest, creating a little space between us.

“I really can’t convince you to just stay home uh?” he asked and tried to pull me closer again.

I shook my head and grabbed his hand while I opened the door and pulled him outside with me. “Damn right.”

“A woman on a mission, those are the dangerous ones,” he mumbled underneath his breath.

“What was that?” I looked at him while narrowing my eyes.

“Nothing doll,” he grinned. We walked towards the car. It was a soft, spring day, no need for a jacket or coat. Walter was wearing one of his characteristic grey sweaters, and I was wearing a blue deep vee blouse with high rise jeans.

I was about to open the driver’s side when Walter snatched the car keys out of my hands.

“Hey!” I exclaimed.

“I’m driving,” he simply stated. He placed his hand on the small of my back and escorted me to the passenger’s side. He opened the door and gestured me to get in. I huffed but did what he wanted. After he closed my door, and took his seat behind the driver’s wheel, I could see the smug grin on his face.

Soon after we had left the house, Walter parked the car in the parking lot of the grocery store. I opened the door and heard him groan next to me. Quickly, I stepped out and shut the door. He looked at me, his eyes begging me to let him stay in the car. While shaking my head, I walked around the car and opened his door.

“The quicker we do this, we quicker we are home again,” I told him.

“Do we even have a list? Do we even know what we need?” he said as he climbed out of the car. We walked towards the entrance and I grabbed a cart. Well, he walked a few steps behind me.

“Uh, no? We know what we need right?” I turned around and didn’t miss his eyes leaving my butt. He gave me a cheeky grin and came to stand beside me.

“Well, this is going to be fun.” He put an arm around my shoulder and ushered me inside. “Not having a list means I can put everything I want in the cart.” The grin on his face grew even wider.

“Good luck with throwing me in the cart. I’m all you want right?” I couldn’t hide the smile that formed on my face. “Now, come on. We’re just going to walk through all the aisles, alright?”

He sighed beside me, but I ignored it and made my way to the first aisle. While putting a few items we needed in the cart, we discussed what else we needed. I thought he finally came around, and he would stop whining. I was wrong. Oh boy, what was I wrong.

While I pushed the cart through the next aisle, he suddenly left my side and walked further into the aisle. I furrowed my eyebrows, but continued shopping. A few seconds later he came back with his hands behind him.

“Oh no, what did you get?” I asked and tried to give him a stern look.

“Nothing baby, absolutely nothing,” he responded. The look on his face told me something else. I turned around to grab something, and when I turned back, I noticed something that wasn’t in the cart before.

“Walt, what is this?” I said as I picked up the box he had obviously threw in when I couldn’t see it. “You’re going to make a cake? Since when do you bake? You cook, you don’t bake.” I cocked an eyebrow.

“I feel like eating cake. So why not make one!”

“Alright, fine, but no more unnecessary things okay?” I sighed in defeat. “What else do you need to make this?”

“See, that’s the best part. You only have to add water.” He came to stand behind me and put his hands on my hips. Slowly his hands started to wander lower.

“This cake is going to be disgusting, you know that right?” He pressed his body against mine and hummed. I was having a hard time to not give in to his body heat, and just stay there like that for a couple minutes. But I came back to my senses. I turned around and slapped him on his chest.

“Focus baby, we are not even halfway through the store. If you would just cooperate with me here, we could be home way quicker,” I said and pushed the cart away from him. He sighed behind me. Nevertheless, he followed me to the next aisle.

I stood in front of all kinds of soup, debating with myself which one I wanted, when I felt a large hand squeeze my ass.

“Walter!” I sissed.

“What’s wrong baby, it’s just us in this aisle,” he chuckled. I looked around and we were indeed the only two people in the aisle.

“How wonderful.” I rolled my eyes. “But get that hand off my ass sir. We are in public.”

However, he did not remove his hand. Instead, he came to stand in front of me, blocking my view from the cans of soup. His other hand grabbed my ass as well and he smirked at me. Slowly he leant forward and placed a chaste kiss on my left cheek. Then, he placed a kiss on my right cheek. His beard scraping my face.

“What is going on baby?” I chuckled and grabbed his face between my hands. He looked at me with his big blue puppy eyes and gave me a sweet kiss on my soft lips.

“I just want to go home and show you how much I like this big butt of yours.” He squeezed my ass another time and gave me a kiss.

“Well, if you would let me go, we could continue shopping. The quicker we finish shopping, the quicker you can show me that,” I said. I grabbed his hands and pulled them off my butt. “I have told you that before!”

He shook his head and groaned. Laughing, I started to walk away. Quickly, he followed me and slapped my bum before jogging off. Before he was out of the aisle, he looked over his shoulder and shot me a cheeky grin.

I continued colleting the necessary items, without Walter by my side. Where is he and what is he doing? The answer to that became clear when he came into my sight again, with his arms full of groceries. Smiling, he walked towards me and dumped all of it in the cart.

“What did you do?” I asked.

“Since you wanted to hurry up, I went ahead and collected some items myself. You know, to speed this up,” he answered. I looked at the items he picked.

“You think we need a block of cheese that big?” I wondered while I looked at a giant block of cheese.

“I like cheese, you like cheese. We definitely need it,” he stated. “I also grabbed the things we need for dinner tonight and tomorrow, so I’m helping big time you right now.”

“You better be cooking as well,” I mumbled. “Alright, but do we need that much candy?” I held up at least 5 different packs. He simply shrugged his shoulders and freed them from my hands and put them back in the cart. He kissed my cheek and mumbled ‘yes we do’.

“Oh boy. Well, we do need the chocolate,” I said and pointed to the chocolate bars he picked. I wanted to move along when I felt his hand on my bum again.

“Why aren’t you wearing that cute skirt you bought the other day?” he asked and placed his head on my shoulder. I was thanking the gods that there weren’t many people doing groceries at that moment. It was just us, some employees and a few other customers.

“I thought you liked my butt in these jeans,” I pouted.

“Oh, I do, trust me, I do,” he said, and checked out my behind very obviously. “But the skirt has easy access.” The last part he whispered in my ear with a low, deep voice. A shiver went down my spine and I giggled.

“Walter, seriously, behave. I will have to leave your ass behind otherwise.”

“That would be a shame, considering how much you like my ass,” he smirked.

“You know what. You need to go do something. Why don’t you find those cookies Faye likes, we’re out of them,” I suggested. I had to give him something do to, otherwise he would just linger around me, making shopping a little harder. He groaned, but took his hand of my bum and walked away.

My eyes followed him; he did have an amazing ass. I shook my head and focussed on doing groceries again. I was almost done, just one more aisle. I made my way through the last one when Walter appeared again, with three boxes of cookies in his hands.

“Before you tell me we don’t need all of these, we do,” he began. He placed the boxes in the cart and held his hands up in the air.

“Please tell me why,” I sighed.

“First of all, these are Faye her favourite cookies.” He pointed at one of the boxes. “And these are mine.” He pointed at another box. “And these doll, are yours.” He pointed at the last box with a large smile on his face. He was right, those were indeed my favourite cookies.

“I don’t think we need three boxes, but I don’t feel like arguing with you now so it’s fine,” I said and placed my hand on his bicep. I felt the muscle flex a little, and I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Show off.”

“What? You like it that I’m strong right?” He was now obviously flexing his muscles. I laughed and removed my hand. He placed one of his hands on the small of my back instead, and it slowly travelled down.

“Oh, look. We are in the cereal aisle!” I exclaimed, suddenly realizing we stood at the place we first met. I remembered that moment. I was zoned out, when he suddenly reached around me to grab a box of cereal while I was doing the same. We bumped into each other, and when I looked into those blue eyes, I knew I was in trouble.

He smiled at me and placed a kiss on my lips. He tried to deepen the kiss when we heard a cough behind us. An older woman walked past us with a scolding look. We chuckled, and watched her leave the aisle, which was now empty.

I turned to look at the boxes of cereal and realized the one I wanted was placed at the top of the high shelf. There was only one box left, which was placed all the way to the back. I tried to reach it, even stood on my toes, but I couldn’t. I was surprised, normally I could reach anything.

Suddenly, Walter came to stand behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist. With his other arm, he grabbed the box of cereal and threw it in the cart. While he did that, he pressed his body flush against mine. Why and how is he so warm.

He didn’t step back, no, he brushed my hair to the side, creating access to my neck. Gently, he placed kisses up my neck and behind my ear. I had to contain myself to not moan out loud. His hand travelled down to my butt, again, and squeezed it.

“Not right now baby, come on.” Quickly, I turned around and pushed him away a little. He gave me the puppy eyes. “No, don’t make me feel bad! We are almost done! When we get home, you can give me all the kisses you want.” I pressed my lips to his.

“Fine, fine. What else do we need?” Walter ran his hands through his curls and sighed in defeat.

“Uhm, let me think,” I said and pushed the cart out of the aisle. “Oh, we need toilet paper!”

“We’re already out of that?” he wondered.

“Walter, you don’t only eat for three, you also-” I couldn’t finish my sentence because he interrupted me.

“Yeah, yeah. There is something called a little too much information doll.”

“Why don’t you go get that and meet me in the fruit section. Go be useful.” I said and gave him a sweet smile.

“Anything for you doll. And as I recall, I was pretty useful between those thick thighs of yours last night,” he snickered. I gasped and tried to come up with a witty comeback. Before I could he walked away, slapping my ass in the process.

“Hey!” I yelled as he laughingly walked away.

I made my way towards the fruit section and picked up a few apples. I placed them in a little plastic bag, so I wouldn’t drop them. I had learned from my mistakes in the past. Smiling I thought back at the day I met Walter. While we bumped into each other in the cereal aisle, I was carrying a few apples that I dropped.

“Try not to drop those doll,” Walter said as he showed up beside me again. He placed the toilet paper in the cart and wrapped an arm around my waist.

“Dropping them in the first place made you fall for me.” I winked at him and laughed. “Maybe that’s my way of seducing men.”

“Men? Only one man you need to seduce honey and you’re already doing a pretty good job with that,” he whispered in my ear, and placed a sweet kiss behind it.

“Uh, that’s good to know. That means you’re attracted to me even though I live in your sweaters and baggy sweatpants,” I said and leaned back against him. He nuzzled his face in my neck. His beard tickled me, making me chuckle.

“How could I not be attracted to you? Look at you doll,” he growled. His hand wandered lower and squeezed my butt.

“Oh my God, can’t you just wait until we’re home?” I pleaded. “We only need some more fruit, and then we can go home.”

He laughed, slapped my ass, and walked over to grab two melons. “I know two other melons I prefer,” he smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.

I covered my eyes with my hand. “Mine are not nearly that big.” I tried not to smile but failed horribly. He placed the melons in the cart, winked at me, and pushed the cart towards the cash registers.

While we paid for the groceries, Walter couldn’t stop touching me, he kept smacking my bum. Finally, we reached the car and loaded the groceries in the trunk.

“I’m going to take a nap when we’re home. You are being very exhausting today,” I said as Walter closed the trunk.

“In that case, I’m going to take that nap with you. You are being very exhausting yourself as well. Dragging me all the way here to do groceries while we could have ordered take out. You’re evil,” he teased. He fished the car keys out of the pocket of his jeans and stepped closer to me to press a kiss to my cheek. I saw my opportunity and grabbed the keys from his hand. Quickly, I opened the door on the driver’s side, and crawled behind the wheel.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” he yelled. Before I could close the door, he stood next to me. One hand on top of the roof, and one hand on top of the door. He looked at me with a cocked eyebrow. “I’m driving.”

“No, you are not driving. In fact, I’m driving. We both know I’m the better driver between us,” I teased and smiled at him.

“Yeah right,” he muttered, but he closed the car door and walked around it to take place on the passengers’ seat.

“I know you like it when I drive, so don’t pretend you don’t like this baby,” I said as I drove off. I looked to my right, and saw he was fighting the smile that formed on his face.

“If we are really going to take a nap, can I use your butt as my pillow?” he asked with a mischievous grin. He placed his hand on my thigh, and I interlaced my fingers with his.

“Fine, but I’ll get to be the little spoon tonight.”

•••

Taglist: @keanureevesisbae / @klaine-92 / @xxxkatxo / @stxlemate / @oddsnendsfanfics / @amberangel112 / @seriouslygoodlookinggents / @sillyrabbit81 / @pixie88 / @cynic-spirit / @rn7rocks / @daddys-littlewhitegirl / @little-brattyangel / @omgkatinka / @myloveforhenrycavill / @eldarwen333 / @kebabgirl67

If you want to be on the taglist or removed, just let me know 😘

[stanknotstark]

Serinakakers As Proof

Serinakakers are actually called Norwegian butter cookies in english and I don’t think i’ve ever had one but they look good to me lol i didn’t feel like making a whole new otherworldly dessert sorry I’m lazy sometimes 😂

Summary: You’re dating Loki but keeping it a secret as per Loki’s request. The team starts to question if you’re lying about your ‘lover’ and Loki has to save you because Thor has really bad timing.

It all started two weeks into dating Loki. Loki was a little unsure what the team’s reaction to you two dating would be so he told you to keep it a secret for now. You respected his wishes but that didn’t stop you from flaunting about how you had the best ‘lover’ (Loki refused to be called boyfriend) in the world. 

Two weeks in Valentines came up and Loki had a vase of beautiful flowers sent to you with a little card that said, “For the fairest of them all - your love” In reference to Snow White, which you had both watched very recently. 

You had taken them around the whole tower, telling people it had come from your lover when they asked. 

“At least give us his name, I promise to not, like, totally have a background check on him!” Tony says with a pout. 

You laugh and shake your head. “No can do Tin Man. He doesn’t want you all to know who he is just yet.”

“See, that makes me a little skittish, if he doesn’t want us to know he has something to hide.” 

“I agree with him and think he should remain nameless.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Tony points out.

You shrug at Tony and do the motions for zipping your lips closed and throwing out the key. 

Loki ends up picking a random day, a month later, to send you a big basket of chocolate, your favorite hard candies, and really small plushies of all the Avengers (It’s totally not his way of giving you sweets because you’re on your period). Your favorite plushy isn’t one of the Avengers, it’s a small plushy of Loki. Because you’re given the basket in front of everyone you make sure not to freak out over the Loki plushy but you keep stealing glances at the god who sits apart from everyone else, reading. 

“He even got you Loki?” Steve asks bewildered. 

“Like it or not, Loki is part of the group. Seems he has built a group of fans now.” You say, stealing a glance at Loki who smirks at his book. You know he’s pleased you’ve defended his honor. 

“You do realize I’m right here, do you not?” Loki says, still not looking up from his book. 

Steve at least has the decency to look ashamed and his cheeks flare up. 

“There’s not a card with a name!” Tony says making everyone look at the basket again.

“Of course not, you dumbass.” You say, slapping the back of Tony’s head, Tony proceeds to throw his hands and slap away at your receding hand. Thor and Bruce chuckle with you at his childish antics. 

“Can you at least give us a letter in his name?” Clint asks from your side. 

You sigh and look to the ceiling in thought. 

“K.”

“Kevin!” Clint immediately yells. “Wait, we don’t know a Kevin.” 

“Who said you know who it is?” You ask as you gather your basket to put in your room. 

Clint completely disregards what you said and yells, “Kate!”

Natasha hits Clint’s arm, “She’s straight, stupid.”

Tony then pipes in as you walk away rolling your eyes, “Kyle! Kaden! Kayden but with a y!” 

“His name doesn’t start with a k guys!” You yell as the elevator closes, exasperated. 

Next, a week and a half has passed when they start questioning your relationship. Thor figures it out but only because he grew up with the thing you’re gifted. 

You had been the last one to enter the kitchen for dinner and right as you entered Thor came up to you with puppy dog eyes and was holding a tin of sweets. You take a long look at the delicacies, they’re some type of cookies, in a swirl pattern, and decorated with powdered sugar. Thor answers your questions right after you think that.

“They’re butter cookies, can I please have one, your boyfriend sent them.” Thor says making sure to enunciate the word boyfriend. Your eyes snap to Thor’s and the god smiles down at you. On one hand it looks innocent but you see past his facade.

He knows. 

You clear your throat and grab the tin from him, making sure to pull one of the cookies out and give it to him. 

“Since you’re nice, sure, big guy.” You say giving Thor a look that said ‘Say nothing’. Thor bounces from foot to foot, shoving his cookie in the face of the other Avengers.

“She likes me!” Thor roars then demolishes the cookie in a single bite. 

You laugh, glance at Loki from under your lashes as you look at the cookies and pick one out to try.

When the cookie touches your tongue you can’t help closing your eyes and moaning. You chew and the cookie just melts in your mouth. You moan as your take another bite and you think you could practically orgasm this cookie is so damn good but remember the entire team is there. 

When you finish the cookie you open you eyes and look at everyone. Tony is looking at you like he wants to eat you, Natasha is eating her food like she doesn’t fucking care, Steve is blushing so hard you think his head might explode. Clint is shocked, and Bruce is looking at you with a raised brow. The last person you look at is Loki who sits there staring at you with flushed cheeks and a glint in his eye that says he’s going to tear those noises from your lips again, this time without the cookies.

You cough and look at Thor who is smiling like he is satisfied. You understand why he wanted one so bad now. 

“I’m sorry but what the fuck just happened.” Tony says shaking his head. 

You laugh. “I had an orgasm while eating a cookie, get with the program.”

“Honestly, if his cookies are that good you need to marry the man, just saying.” Tony waves his had at you then goes on to start eating his dinner.

You go to eat another cookie but Loki finally says something. 

“No dessert before dinner, put the cookies down.” 

“Or what?” You challenge the god.

Loki raises a brow at you and levels you with a glare.

“Put them down.”

You suck on your gums and squint at the god as you put the cookies on the table.

“You’re lucky I like you.”

“Ok, first of all, you like everyone so I don’t see the point in saying that. Second, how have you told Loki you like him before me? We all know I’m the favorite around here.” Tony scoffs while aggressively stabbing a broccoli floret. 

You take your seat next to Loki and that’s when it’s asked.

“Is your boyfriend even real? Or are you gifting yourself all these things so you’ll make one of us jealous?” Clint asks in a normal voice, he really doesn’t mean it to be mean.

You stop smiling at Tony and frown at Clint.

“He’s real.” You say a little hurt. 

“I mean it just seems a little fishy.”

You pout at Clint.

“I could look into her purchases and see if she bought it herself.” Tony rouses from the other side of the table. He’t totally joking but Steve doesn’t take it that way.

“Tony! That’s private, you can’t just do that!” Steve tries protecting you. 

You start to get a little angry.

“He’s real. If you don’t think he’s real then that’s on you. I know he is and that’s all that matters.” You reason, more for yourself than anything else. 

Under the table you feel Loki’s hand squeeze at your thigh. 

“Just give us something to let us know he’s real.” Tony pushes. 

You slam your hands on the table and stand up so fast the chair you were in topples over. 

“Stop!” Loki yells, in a quick move he stands and puts an arm in front of you, not to protect Tony but to stop you before you did something you regret.

The room is silent save for your rough breathing. 

“It’s me.” Loki harshly says, glaring at Tony and Clint.

“You don’t have to cover for her, it’s embarrassing but-”

“Shut up!” You scream at Clint.

“I’m not trying to cover for her. I’ve been dating her for the past month and a half. I did not want her to tell you because I wasn’t sure how all of you would react.” Loki gets out then turns and brings you to him so he may kiss you. 

Loki makes it a show for the team, relaxes as you lean into him, your hands wrapping around his neck and tugging at the nape of his neck. He pulls away before you can lose yourself in his kiss and looks at the team with a raised eyebrow as if asking ‘Is that enough for you?’.

Finally Thor peeps in between a big bite of his food. “Ay, Loki is telling the truth, those are Serinakakers, an Asgardian delicacy my mother used to make us.” 

Loki rolls his eyes at his brother’s really bad timing and then looks back down at you, you’re still wrapped around him, now with a tiny smile on your lips as you look at him.

“Ok, darling?” Loki asks anyways.

“I’ll be happy if you let me take those cookies and eat those for dinner in my bedroom.” 

Loki brings a hand up and trails a finger from the back of your jaw to your chin, going up to touch your bottom lip. “Only if you promise to make those sweet sounds every bite you take.” Loki whispers.

“Ok this is seriously gross, I’m literally gonna throw up.” Tony says with a fake gag.

You laugh and pull from Loki who glares at Tony. You point at Tony, then at Clint. “Don’t think you two are off the hook, I’m still royally pissed, you’re just lucky when I’m around Loki I can’t stay mad.”

You make your way around the table, Loki following, dinner forgotten, and pick up your cookies. Then, you head towards your room. 

Halfway to the elevator Loki grabs your hand and doesn’t let go until you’re both laying on your bed enjoying your cookies. Talking about everything and nothing.