#YES she bought him spatulas

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── ୨୧ !　𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘

　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Matt skips Tara Yummy's 1M party to have quality time with his girlfriend.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Matt's car glided through the moonlit streets of Los Angeles as he headed toward Y/N's apartment after dropping off his brothers at Tara Yummy's 1 million celebration party. The radio played the playlist created by him and Y/N, which they constantly fed with new songs that reminded themselves of each other.

Matt smiled as he looked to the little surprise he had prepared for his girlfriend. He made a brief stop at a flower shop on the way, where he bought a simple bouquet of pink tulips - Y/N's favorite. His eyes momentarily found the bouquet carefully wrapped and placed on the passenger seat before returning his gaze to the road.

Upon arriving at the building where Y/N lived, his access to the parking lot was quickly granted, the doorman already knowing him very well. The boy didn't take long to take the bouquet in hand, locking the doors and taking the elevator to the corresponding floor.

The sound of the keys against the front door lock sounded faintly through the living room, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing seconds later, Matt quickly taking off his shoes and resting them against the wall.

"Baby?" His voice echoed through the walls, expanding to the nearest rooms, while his eyes quickly surrounded the space, searching for the girl.

"Kitchen!" Y/N shouted back, an involuntary smile growing on her face almost automatically, her body reacting to Matt's presence.

Matt made his way to the kitchen and found Y/N with her back to him, focused on the counter as she moved her arms over the ceramics. With a smile on his face, he approached her silently and hugged her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his hands on her stomach covered by her hoodie and little green apron.

"Hi, pretty boy." Y/N murmured softly, rubbing her hands together to shake off the flour before wrapping her arms around his, caressing the hoodie-covered skin. "I thought you were going to Tara's party."

"Without my girl? Never." He responded in a low tone against her neck, laying his head on her right shoulder so that his face was facing her neck and sealing her jaw gently. "I brought you something." Matt pulled away slightly and retrieved the bouquet he had rested on the table.

Y/N turned to him with eyes full of curiosity and confusion, which soon turned into pure ecstasy, her heart overflowing with love.

"Oh my... Matt, they're beautiful!" The girl beamed, accepting the bouquet and cradling it in her arms as if it was a newborn.

"I always bring you flowers, I don't know how you still react so surprised." Matt murmured jokingly, smiling as he watched her enjoy the little gift.

As Y/N carefully arranged the tulips in a new ceramic vase, Matt approached the oven to peek at what she was preparing. The delicious aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the air, making his stomach growl with anticipation.

"Did you make cookies?" The boy asked excitedly.

"Yes! I was baking it to take it to you tomorrow." Y/N nodded quickly, returning to her starting position. "Do you want some, hon?"

"Yes, please."

Matt watched in awe as Y/N bent slightly, opening the stove door and carefully taking out the baking tray with her hand covered in the soft yellow fabric glove, resting it on the counter.

He knew he was lucky to have someone so incredible in his life, someone who cared about making every moment special.

The girl rose to her tiptoes after closing the oven, opening the cabinet above the stove and retrieving two dessert plates designed with little strawberries. She placed them side by side next to the tray before taking a small spatula and moving two cookies to each plate carefully, afraid of breaking or dropping them.

Matt walked over, taking one of the cookies from the tray with the tip of his fingertips, ignoring the slight burn from the high temperature. He lifted his own hand, blowing on the sweet before biting off a piece, closing his eyes automatically and letting out a sigh of pleasure through his nose. The way the cookie was still warm made it melt in his mouth, the chocolate exploding against his tongue, multiplying the variety of flavors.

"Is it good?" Y/N giggled, watching him with a smile gracing her face, receiving a quick nod with wide blue eyes. "Come on, baby."

She took the plates in her hands delicately, leaving her kitchen and walking to the balcony with Matt following close behind as he licked his fingers, removing all the chocolate residue.

The night was cool and clear, with the sky dotted with twinkling stars. The couple snuggled into the cushioned chairs that decorated the small space, Matt quickly reaching for the pink blanket that was folded on the small table on the right corner, opening it and throwing it over his and his girlfriend's legs, protecting them against the light breeze.

"Oh! Matt, remember the dog constellation I was telling you about the other day?" Y/N's excited voice cut through the comfortable silence, her eyes lighting up just like the stars above them.

"Sirios? No, wait, Sirius... Right?" Matt frowned, a cute look of confusion spreading across his face as his eyes darted from Y/N to the sky and back again.

"Exactly! Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky. Right there." The girl raised her arm that wasn't holding her plate, pointing her index finger upwards.

Matt looked in the indicated direction, navigating through the stars for a few seconds until he found it.

"Wait, it's actually beautiful. What else do you know about it?"

Y/N smiled truthful, her heart warming at being able to talk more about something she loved so much, without having restrictions or feeling ashamed for her excitement.

"Well, Sirius is a binary star, which means it is actually two stars orbiting around each other. It is part of the constellation Canis Major, the Greater Dog, and is known as 'The Dog Stars'. Oh, oh! Do you remember Sirius Black? My favorite Harry Potter character? So, this star..."

Matt listened intently, slowly chewing the small cookie pieces while keeping his eyes fixed on Y/N. Her passion for astronomy and the universe always fascinated him, and there wasn't a time when she brought up the subject that he wasn't willing to give her his full attention.

As the night progressed, Matt and Y/N continued to stargaze, lost in conversations about the cosmos and its mysteries.

As the last cookie crumbs disappeared from the plates and the sky began to brighten with the sun that appeared over the horizon, Y/N felt a wave of comfort and contentment envelop her body, resting the ceramics on the corner table and moving gently towards Matt, settling on his lap.

The boy opened a big, involuntary smile, automatically wrapping her with his arms and the pink blanket, protecting them from the slight cold of dawn, while she laid her head on his chest, feeling the peaceful rhythm of his heartbeat and serene breathing.

Together, they kept their eyes fixed on the sky that was beginning to take on color, the sound of the first cars on the street, and the laughter of children going to school filling their ears.

Little by little, Y/N began to feel the effects of exhaustion after staying up all night, her body relaxing against Matt's comforting warmth. Sleep came like a gentle wave, enveloping her senses in an embrace.

Her breathing became slow and regular, while her body became limp and light. Her brain shutting down and giving in to deep sleep, to the point where she didn't hear the little whisper of "good night, petal" from her boyfriend, let alone his arms carrying her to her bed, where they finally slept in each other's arms.

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could i get a carlos imagine where you have commitment issues and he calms you down? as a girlie with commitment/trust issues i just wanna b repped in one of ur fics/drabbles :/// it's tuff out here brotha

bring you home — cs55

Moving in together gets difficult. Carlos is there to ease you along. title from this

genre: fluff

auds here... i hope you enjoy this!!! i too am a commitment-afflicted girl ..... it truly is tough lol. but i hope u find the right person who helps u put ur anxieties to rest <3 insp by a scene from satc i saw on tiktok

It started with a duck. But the duck started with the box. And the box started with a toothbrush joke. And the toothbrush joke started with your old lady neighbor moving out. So really, it started with Mrs. McDonnell and her massive moving van rolling down the street and leaving the flat next door empty. Somehow that old hag had managed to irritate you long after she left, albeit through means not her own.

In terms of time, it started a month ago. In terms of people (sans the old bitch), it started with Carlos, as so many of your stories do. “Mrs. McDonald finally moved out today,” he’d said, hip against your stove, watching bits of garlic turn from pale to brown. From the living room you hummed affirmation and then laughed: “McDonnell.”

“Donald, Donnell, Dinero,” he rolled his eyes. “Everyone’s moving in and out. Charles bought a new place in Monaco.”

“Well,” you shrugged, fixing the ridden-up hem of your tank top, “you could have an extra toothbrush in here, if that gets y’there.”

He laughed, pointing at you with the oil-hot rubber tip of the spatula. You two had been dating for over a year at that point, yet any suggestions of moving in together remained vague, cloudish ideas in both of your heads. For him it was impractical; for you it was a little scary.

But a toothbrush, which he always had at your flat and you at his, wasn’t moving in together. Neither was a drawer of clothes and knick-knacks. It was a symbol of your busy lives and the intermittent intersections far and few between.

Except they’d been becoming less intermittent and a lot more constant. He was almost always at your flat, the wide two-bedroom you’d decided was a good place to live with your income and the area. You had two parking spaces, a good rep with the board, and a coffee shop across the street—a place all your own.

A little plus was you had Carlos on some free days, like that day—that fateful day he turned back to the pan and said, with a smile: “I should move in.”

You froze. “You’re asking—you’re telling me or the garlic?” In fits of nerves, you could only blurt out bad jokes.

He laughed but it was a small exhale of breath. “I’m serious.” He turned to you, brown eyes big.

Your heart swelled with something between apprehension and absolute excitement, that finally you were going to take a step you felt like you’d been waiting to take forever. “You are?” You asked, so giddily you could hear your own smile.

The truth was, you had moved in with a boyfriend before, offered him a key and suggested the entire affair, bought fresh flowers and cooked eggs and made coffee and lived the bliss you only read about in romance novels. Months later you caught him fucking somebody else in your bedroom, and years later the memory fails to purge itself from your mind or your habits, plaguing every inner thought you have.

But this, you assure yourself, is Carlos.

“Dead seriou—uuooof!” Carlos barely got to the end of his sentence, with the way you barrelled into him, smiling into the blocky build of his chest and muttering a repetitive yes yes yes into the cotton of his tee. He held you there, pressing a kiss to your hair and promising he’d be in with his boxes as soon as time made way.

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“Make way,” you yell into the tiny gap between your door and its frame.

“Hey, hi, hello,” your boyfriend sing-songs. “How are you?”

In the month you’d spent watching your boyfriend move into your flat, you’d also been subjected to your complete lack of personal space. Every time you entered, he’d be there talking his head off. Every time you came home at night, he’d be there. You felt suffocated. Scared, even if you couldn’t sleep at night without some part of you touching him. You’re simply a human with needs, and you needed space. You needed silence. Needed it. Absolutely needed it. You knew this because every time you opened your own door, it collided with a—

“Box.” You shove yourself through the gap and wedge the door closed, pointing an accusatory finger at the cardboard. “Another box by the door. Don’t make me burn those,” you mutter, fussing with your hair and toeing off your Blahniks. Across the foyer, Carlos is nailing something into the wall, noisy and incessant and you want to shrink into the floor.

“Sorry, sorry. Lo siento. I have so many stuff.”

“Yeah! You do. My flat’s only nay fucking big,” you respond, raising your pointer finger and thumb to exaggerate the size of your (in actuality, wide) living space. “Carlos, couldn’t you unpack some of these? Just some. It’s—you know, it’s piling up. And you know I hate mess.”

“I know, baby. I will as soon as I finish this up. I promise.”

You nod once, sighing and moving into the study to gather your laptop for work. You’re halfway into the room, eyes scanning your desk’s surface and finding your Mac laying flat atop it, unassuming next to a figurine of a wooden duck. You pause and blink. The wooden duck does not, its eyes painted wide and smooth and you definitely did not purchase this duck.

Somehow, this is the straw that breaks your back.

“What is this duck doing here?!” You yell, voice loud even from the study into the foyer. Carlos pulls off the goggles he’d been wearing to drill shit into your wall and smiles. A gift from me.

“A gif—I, I, I don’t like ducks.” You flail your arms around. “I just… hearing you talk or drill as soon as I come into my own home feels weird. For so long I’ve been alone and… and I’m supposed to hear silence and I—I’m scared that you’re going to figure out how scared I am and you’re going to leave me.”

He just stares, eyebrows knitted. You smother a hand over your face. You pause and breathe for a minute, then two.

“It’s just—I’ve only lived with someone three months, and that was ages ago, and before that it was my parents, so. I’m going to be really frank with you and I’m sorry if this sounds… but I’m gonna close the bedroom door and I don’t want you to talk to me for thirty minutes. I need space. And keep the duck first. I’m sorry. Is that selfish? Is that okay?” When he shakes his head and then nods, you deposit it into his arms and back up into your room.

His face, torn between concerned and endeared, softens into an understanding, patient smile. Okay, he mouths. I love you, you mouth back, and then you’re shutting it softly, leaning your forehead against the white wood and letting a long exhale leave your lips. You half-expected him to fight you back, to raise his voice, but it’s your own worst expectations weighing down on you all over again, born out of memories of your ex.

You stay like that for a while, and slowly with the quiet you realize—you find the duck cute.

You like the boxes because they remind you this is becoming a home. You like hearing him talk because it means you know he’s there. (The drilling will always be irritating, but he makes it better.) You don’t dislike anything he does, but you’re not totally lying either: you are scared. Scared of the commitment it’d take to make this a sure thing. The commitment you’d given before and the commitment that’d been betrayed.

But this is Carlos. This is Carlos, who’s understood every part of you, who’s given you time and patience even when you didn’t know how much you needed it. The Carlos who knows how you like your toast, who eats the yolk off your sunny-side eggs and gives you the white of his hard-boiled ones. The Carlos who said I love you first, surprising you into shock, and then took it back in embarrassment before you cut him off with a kiss. The Carlos who stays.

The air clears and you breathe easier. You open the door after five minutes. “You okay?”

He’s unpacking a box. He turns and smiles wryly, mimicking a zip motion across his lips. He shakes his head. No talking, remember?

You pout, smiling. “Sorry if I’m neurotic.”

You pad softly toward him and it’s easy, too easy for him to pick you up into his arms, wrap your legs around his waist, stay standing and hugging you. He’s quiet still, patient, warm. “I like hearing you talk. I like your boxes. I like that you’re mine and we’re here.” You inhale. “‘M just scared. And I don’t… want to be, but I am, and… it’s just me. I’m crazy.”

“Hey, Crazy. So am I. Take your time.” He hugs you tighter. “I’m not gonna leave you, even if you hated the duck.” I didn’t, you say quietly. It was cute. “I know it’s hard, baby. I know. You have to let me take care of you. You have me, okay? You have me.”

“And when you’re not here?” Fear slithers up and tries to tug at you but his arms are around you, secure and holding you there, so you don’t let it.

The thing with needs, really, is when they’re met—met in the best, most understanding way, especially…

He kisses your neck. “I’ll always be.”

…You find you no longer need them at all.

[kiwi-channn]

falling petals

Simon Riley × fem reader (wife)

∆ Simon cheats on reader while being in deployment and confesses to her ∆

(reader referred to as "she-little lady-y/n -pumpkin-dove)

Part2 here

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She was making dinner for her husband... Wearing her apron and focusing to make a perfect meal for her man ... Simon was in a long deployment... She hasn't seen him for six months... It has been so long... She feels so excited that he is finally gonna be home any minute now....

He texted her telling her that he will be back at around 10 pm... And it's 9:30 now... And she prepared the house for his return... Like rearranging the books in the shelves because he likes it to be in an alphabetical order... And she put on his favorite bedsheets on the bed.... And she bought a lot of his favorite black tea.... Just small things he likes...

She also put on his favorite perfume... He always compliments her whenever he smells it on her... And she wore his hoodie... He loves when she wore his clothes... Whenever he sees her wearing his clothes, he won't be able to keep his hands to himself... He will touch her whenever he had the chance...

She blushes as she thinks about all of this... In her own little world... Daydreaming about her man's return...

More time passes ... And she finally hears the keys in the keyhole... And she beams at that familiar sound... And she puts the spatula down on the counter... And fixes her hair quickly... Then she walks to the doorway to welcome him....

"babe.... Welcome back..." Says happily upon seeing him coming through the door... she feels so excited ... Runs and hugs him tight... Squeezing him as strong as she could... And he smiles calmly and hugs her back... As tired as he feels he can never refuse his little wife's hug...

"getting stronger ha?... My little lady" he jokes lightly as he takes off his balaclava and buries his face into her neck...

She chuckles softly.. "how are you?.. you injured?..." Says worryingly...

"no.. iam fine... Look at me... I am back..." Says calmly with his deep harsh voice...

She smiles happily and looks up at him...

"yes.. I am glad you are safe...".. then she pulls his arm... "Come on... Dinner is ready.. and I prepared the shower too.."

"okay... Little lady" teases her as he follows her inside their house...

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After dinner and a warm shower... He feels the guilt eating his heart... Making him feel heavy ... He wanted to just forget it... Pretend he didn't do anything... But he can't... He tried to act normal ... When he saw her happy warm expression upon seeing him... He felt like he was dying... He feels disgusted at himself...

He looks at his reflection in the mirror and he feels bitter... Will his wife forgive him?... Will this break his house?.. will it end everything they built together in those six years?...

He closes his eyes as he starts shaking from how angry he feels at himself... He feels so mad at his own selfish self... He wasn't using his brain... Not even his heart... It was pure lust and need... He was bent up and lonely... He wanted some warmth... He couldn't resist her seduction... He curses himself... He curses the day he started this sin...

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"babe!... You okay in there?... You took so long...."

Her soft voice from the other side of the door snaps him out of his thoughts... And he takes a deep breath to calm himself down..

"iam fine, pumpkin... Gonna be out in a few minutes"

"okay... I will be waiting for you in bed"

She says lastly and she leaves... She heads to the bedroom and tucks herself in bed... As she sighs contently... She will finally beside Simon after those long months...

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He comes inside the bedroom... As he is only wearing his robe... And she was reading a novel in bed... And he keeps watching her... And whenever she looks up from her novel.. he will immediately look away... He can't look her in the eyes...

He wears something comfy and he slowly lays beside her in bed... She then closes her novel and puts it on the nightstand beside her... Turning off the light...

Then she gets closer to him and she snuggles into his arms... Her body relaxing in his embrace...

"I really missed you..." She Whispers softly with a relieved huff....

"yeah... Missed you too" answers back in a quiet gentle voice... And he decides not to tell her anything after all... It will break them..."good night... Dove"

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Two weeks passed since then.. and she feels a slight change in him... He is gentler.. and he became nicer too... It's not like he wasn't nice... But he became nicer... Buying her lots of gifts and flowers... Flirting with her so often... Complimenting her whenever.. it's a bit too much... And she starts Wondering if something happened in his previous deployment....

"What are you watching?..." She says softly as she approaches him and sits beside him on the sofa ...

He scoffs a bit to make space for her...

"just an old movie..."

"hmm... I see" mumbles quietly...

He feels her thinking about something and he puts his arm around her shoulders...

"spell it out..."

She chuckles a bit as he always understands her without a word...

"I wanted to talk to you about something... Maybe it's me reading so much into it... But I feel like you are hiding something from me..."

He feels panic... His heart falling down in his stomach...

"what?... Why are you saying that?... I can never hide anything from you" says gently as he tries to push this aside...

She stares at him for a few seconds... Then she smiles softly...

"okay... I trust you..."

He hears this and he couldn't hide it anymore... He stays silent for a few minutes... Just looking at her... He sees how much she loves him and trusts him.. and he can't fool her anymore....

"there's is actually something I need to tell you about..." He says so quietly and looks down... Avoiding her eyes ... "It happened when I was in the last deployment..."

She stays quiet as she waits to hear what happened back then....

"I was seeing someone else in the past 4 months..." He admits bluntly... He has always been straightforward....

She freezes... Her heart sinking... And she can't process what she just heard... Nor open her mouth and talk... She just stays silent... Shocked...

"but I cut everything with her... I don't see her anymore.. nor talk to her anymore.. I swear... It's over... It was a big mistake.." he continues quietly... "I got weak...."

"y/n..." He calls her name and looks up at her... And he was surprised by her reaction... She was just looking at him... Tears filling up her eyes...

"I.. iam so sorry... Forgive me.. please... Y/n" says softly as he slowly approaches her and he hugs her tight... He just wanna comfort her right now... He hates seeing her like this.. broken and devestated...

"don't cry..."

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The Curveball Part 5 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: As things start to heat up even more with Molly, Bob realizes he can't get enough of her. But the way she switches gears on him is starting to give him whiplash. In a moment of jealousy, Molly almost embarrasses herself, but doesn't she know Bob is already hers?

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, 18+

Length: 5300 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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Molly slept over at Bob's place, but when she woke up on Monday morning in his amazingly comfortable bed, he wasn't there. When she scooted over into his spot, it was still warm.

"Bobby?" she called in her sleepy voice, stretching her arms over her head, completely nude. There was no response, so she crawled out of his bed and thought about putting on some clothing before deciding against it. According to the time on Bob's alarm clock, she needed to be at work in two hours.

Molly grunted as she walked down the hallway toward something that smelled like breakfast. She moaned when she found Bob in the kitchen cooking, wearing his uniform pants and a white undershirt. He looked so good from behind. Tall and strong. His hair was tidy, and his clothing was neat. He looked exactly like the kind of man Molly thought she could trust.

That was a wild thought. She had no idea where that came from. "Bobby?" she asked again, and he spun to face her. His pretty eyes took her in, drank up her nude form. But she didn't feel cheap. She felt cherished.

"Morning, Mo."

Yep, that voice could destroy her ability to reason if she let it.

"Bobby," she crooned, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I didn't like waking up without you in bed. I like feeling your body next to me." She gave him a little pout for good measure, and he blushed for her.

It took him a few beats to answer, but she was in no rush now that she was with him. So she rested her chin on his chest and pouted with her best bedroom eyes as he sputtered, "I just thought maybe you'd like it if I made you breakfast."

"Actually, I love it, Bob. Please, make me all the breakfasts." She kissed his chin, then his cheek, then his lips. "What are you making anyway?"

He set his spatula down and took her face in both of his hands, and she thought she might melt. "Chocolate chip pancakes. I know you said you have a sweet tooth."

She moaned softly. "From scratch?"

"Yes."

"And you had chocolate chips?" 

Molly watched a deeper blush creep onto his cheeks. "Well, I bought them so I'd have them here just in case you decided you might want to sleep over, so that way I could use them to make you something sweet." He was rambling a bit, and she decided she had never seen anything she liked more than Bob.

Her fingers found his belt loops and then his lean abs beneath his undershirt. "What time do you have to work, Coach Bob?"

"Nine," he whispered as she stroked her fingers along his firm body.

"Me too," she replied, pressing a kiss to his bicep. "Gives us just enough time to do everything we need to do."

He dipped his head down to meet her lips in a soft kiss. "What do we need to do, Mo?"

"Eat chocolate chip pancakes. Have sex. I can take a shower. And we can go to work."

Bob's lips were all over hers again, and she started pulling his undershirt up his torso. "Good idea," she murmured against his mouth before pulling away to toss his shirt aside. "Let's have sex first." He backed her up against the kitchen counter, and she was so needy for him, the way he was taking charge.

His warm skin was pressed against hers, and she felt his hands between their bodies as he worked on his belt and his zipper. The rough khaki material brushed along her thighs as she asked, "Do you want me right now, Bobby?"

"Yes," he whispered, his voice harsh and his eyes frantic. "How could I not?"

She yanked down his underwear and licked his chest before turning in his arms and pressing her ass against his erection. She felt his hands on her hips immediately as he bucked against her. And then she took one of his hands in hers and guided it up her body, letting him touch her everywhere, letting him play with her piercings, before wrapping his fingers around the front of her neck.

She looked back at him over her shoulder and said, "I'm all yours."

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Bob had never, as far as he could remember, had sex in a kitchen before. A month ago, if you had asked him if that was something he would want to do, he may have laughed at you. But now, on a Monday morning before work, he was having fast, sweaty sex with Molly in his own kitchen.

And Bob could already tell he'd like this to become a normal routine for him. He had his hand wrapped around her neck, which she really seemed to like, based on the sounds she was making. He loved how he could feel the vibrations of her moans against his fingers. Her back was arched, his other hand was on her breasts, and she was really wet. She felt too good. Maybe he'd just never been with someone he loved before, but Molly was almost too much for all of his senses at one time.

"Bobby!" she moaned over and over again as he pressed his lips to the back of her neck. "Fuck me harder." He'd do everything to her exact specifications as long as it meant he could be with her. Be her only one. But when he slid his hand down her belly and let his middle finger stroke her clit gently, she came completely undone for him.

His senses were overwhelmed. His skin was on fire. His ears were ringing. And he just wanted more as he came inside her. Molly's cheek came to rest on his countertop, and she took both of his hands in hers so he was bent over against her back.

"Bobby. Feed me some pancakes."

He was still inside her when he reached for a pancake from the stack, and Molly took a bite, moaning softly. "It's yummy," she murmured and Bob took a bite himself before feeding the rest to her.

They ate two more together, and he kissed her lips over her shoulder before his kisses found her neck and the top of her back. He had to suppress the desire to tell her he loved her again, but a moment later, she was wiggling out of his arms and turning to face him again. Bob's cock missed the warmth of her body, and his skin felt colder.

"I'm going to use your shower," she said, prancing away, leaving him alone with his pants down, holding a half eaten pancake.

After that, his day at work hit him like the harsh reality that it was. His daydream about living with Molly in a house where clothing wasn't allowed was put on hold. Maverick rode them all day long, barely giving them a break. But Bob wasn't as bad off as Bradley. He looked miserable, and then Mav grounded him. And when they got to tee ball practice, Bradley was all over Everett and Molly as soon as they arrived.

Bob had tried to warn him that Molly wasn't his biggest fan at the moment, but Bradley went for it anyway. Bob could see him pleading as Molly kept her chin in the air. Bradley had hurt her sister's feelings, and clearly Molly wasn't going to let him off the hook. It looked like she was laying into him, and Bob called Everett over to start getting warmed up.

"She's still mad at me," Bradley said, messing with his hat. "So is Molly. I don't know what to do."

"I'll talk to Molly again," Bob promised. "But you need to focus on tee ball right now."

"Right."

But Bob ran most of it himself, and when practice ended, Molly was making her way over to him. She looked a lot calmer now as she slipped her arms around his waist.

"I was wondering if you'd be into another round of fucking and feeding me."

Bob was a little speechless. "You wanna come over again?"

"Of course. If you want me to."

Bob just kissed her. He wanted Molly at his place all the time. "Come by whenever you want, okay? I just need to stop by Phoenix's place and drop something off for her. Then I'll be home."

"Your pilot is a woman?" Molly asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah, you didn't know that?" he asked, watching most of the kids file up to the parking lot with their parents. "She's the best pilot I've ever worked with. Very talented and great at communicating in the air. Plus, she's become a good friend."

Molly just leaned up and kissed him before she whispered, "Well don't take too long at Phoenix's, okay? I'm going to drop Ev off, stop home, and then I'll head to your condo."

"Okay," he agreed, head filled with the sensations of Molly. He completely forgot that Piper was still running around with Everett and that his sister, Rebecca, was there to pick Piper up. When Bob's hand slipped a little lower on Molly's waist as they kissed, he heard his sister clear her throat.

He pulled away from Molly, but she continued to reach for him, and the look on Rebecca's face as Molly's lips met his neck had Bob frozen in place.

"Hey, Bob," Rebecca said with a huge, amused smile on her face. "I was just going to pick up Piper and run home."

"Hey, Becks," he managed, and Molly finally stopped kissing him and turned to look at his sister.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?" she asked in that obnoxious voice that both of his sisters always used when they were clearly picking on him.

"She's not my-" Bob started, but he was immediately cut off.

"Hi, I'm Molly." He watched his sister shake hands with her as she added, "You must be Piper's mom? Bob's sister?"

The two made polite conversation, and Bob watched Rebecca drink in Molly's appearance. She looked impressed, and Bob didn't know whether or not he should be insulted. But truthfully, Molly was very attractive.

"Uncle Bob," Piper said, pulling on his hand. "Your girlfriend is pretty."

"Thanks," he whispered back, certain that Molly had heard his niece before Rebecca took her to the car.

"Where were we?" Molly asked, running her hand down the front of Bob's baseball pants and stroking him through the fabric next to the deserted bleachers. Everett was in the parking lot with Bradley, and they were alone. "Oh, right. I'll meet you at your place soon. You should leave these pants on."

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Bob practically tossed his toolbox at Nat when she opened her door. "What's the rush? Come in and have a drink."

"I can't," he panted, jerking his thumb to his truck which was idling at the curb. "Molly's coming over."

"Robert Floyd, you dog." Her smirk was just devilish as she shook her head. "Go get laid. I fully endorse it."

But then he considered her words and Molly's actions, and he quietly asked, "Am I having too much sex, Nat?"

She exploded with laughter that made him feel like an idiot as he turned and walked away. She called after him as he shook his head. "If she wants it all the time, that's a good thing! Means you're exciting!"

Bob drove home in dismay. He really didn't trust himself to hold Molly's attention much longer, especially if Nat said he was exciting. Because he wasn't. And the novelty of being with nerdy Bob was going to wear off soon, because Molly could probably be dating a celebrity or an athlete if she wanted to.  

And were they even dating? What was actually going on? Molly told him she wasn't seeing anyone else, but was he supposed to ask her to be his girlfriend? Did he even want to? Because what if she said no? What if she dumped him next month?

He sighed and pulled into his condo parking lot, now more anxious than excited to see Molly. She pulled in and parked right next to him, and when he climbed out of his truck, she was almost instantly in his arms. Before she said anything, her lips were all over his, her fingers were in his hair, and he had her pressed up against her car. The soft buzzing of the streetlight was the only thing he could hear except for the sounds of her moans as she kissed him.

Oh, he was weak. He was a weak man. Molly took him by the hand and led him to the main entrance where he entered the passcode for the building without a word. Then they were in the elevator, and her hand was up his shirt. And then they were in his condo, and she had her top off and her bra unclasped before the door was even closed. He tripped along behind on the way to his bedroom, and she stepped out of her shoes and jeans along the way, leaving an enticing trail for him to follow.

"Mo," he grunted when she turned on his bedside lamp and made her way to where he was standing.

"The baseball pants," she moaned, unzipping them and dropping to her knees in front of him. "Oh, Lieutenant Floyd." She was looking up at him with both hands wrapped around his hard length, kissing his tip and licking him. "What are you doing to me?"

That question was so funny coming from her, and Bob would have taken some more time to dwell on it, but she was burying her face in his balls and licking him everywhere. "Oh, fuck," he groaned.

"Bobby, you said a bad word," she whispered, those perfect lips grazing him with each syllable. The way she was looking up into his eyes as she nibbled softly on him really solidified just how weak he was. "I want you to be bad with me."

He tore his tee shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He knew his glasses were crooked, and he probably looked crazed, but when he said, "Stand up," Molly was on her feet in less than a second. Her pupils were blown wide, and her lips were parted, and when Bob stroked both of her nipples at the same time, she shivered. "I love the way you shake, Honey. I love everything." She whimpered as he kissed her softly and commanded, "Get on the bed."

Molly scrambled onto her back and scooted until her butt was almost hanging over the edge. She planted her feet there with her legs spread wide, and Bob could see that she was dripping wet. He was thrusting into her without any hesitation, and she was already keening. With his hands planted next to her shoulders, he let his lips find those pretty silver barbells, and he teased her breasts with his tongue.

"Bobby! Harder!" He snapped his hips against her, and she gasped. But a few seconds later she was demanding more. "Harder." He did as he was told, honestly a little afraid he was going to hurt her, but she was moaning his name so prettily and slowly shaking her head. But the third time she asked for more, he leaned closer to her ear and panted.

"Honey, I don't want to hurt you. I was raised to respect women."

"Oh god!" she moaned. "That's so fucking hot. Now fuck me harder."

"But Molly-"

"Bobby, you can manhandle me like a slut when we're in bed together on occasion, okay? I want you to, so please respect what I want." His eyes went wide as her lips met his in the sweetest kiss. "I promise I'll tell you if you're hurting me. And maybe later we should discuss a safe word. Now... harder. Please."

So Bob fucked her as hard as he could, a little afraid that his neighbors could hear them, because he was getting into it now, too. She just felt so damn good, and her fingers were in his hair, yanking. And then they were on his biceps, squeezing. And then she came, back arched and tears in her eyes, shaking and shivering. But Bob knew what she liked now, and without thinking too much about it, he came all over her pussy, belly and pretty tits.

"Oh," she sighed, lips still quivering as she ran her fingers through his cum and licked them. Then she looped both of her feet around the backs of his thighs to keep him in place. She dipped her middle finger in his cum, fed it to him, and then licked his mouth clean. And a moment later, she was standing in front of him and straightening his glasses. "Do you want to watch a movie or something, Coach Cute Glasses?"

And just like that, like the flip of a switch, Bob found himself all cleaned up with Molly wearing his clothing, snuggled up on the couch. She looked cute in his clean undershirt and underwear, holding his hand and eating popcorn. For about every five kernels she ate, she fed one to him, her fingertips grazing his lips. And then every so often, her lips brushed his cheek or his neck before she returned to her popcorn, starting the cycle all over again.

Bob wasn't even sure what they were watching. It seemed like some sort of documentary about a serial killer, but he wasn't paying any attention to it. Molly finished the bowl of popcorn, set it on the floor and snuggled up with her head in his lap. And it wasn't sexual at all. He felt so calm and comfortable with his arm draped across her and his fingers tangled with hers. When she brought his fingers to her lips, she kissed his knuckles softly and sighed.

"Are we watching a murder documentary, Mo?" he asked, and she turned to look up at him.

"Well, yeah. They're my favorite. Do you hate it?"

"No," he said with a chuckle. "I don't hate it. I don't think I could hate anything you like."

"I like ice cream with chocolate sauce, marshmallow fluff, sprinkles, and melted caramel."

"That sounds gross, actually," he whispered, "but I would feed it to you."

She laughed and played with his hand, and soon Bob was stretched out on the couch with Molly on top of him. She was straddling his waist, and holding both of his hands above his head. But it still wasn't overly sexual. She was just placing kiss after soft kiss to his lips and telling him things that made him laugh.

When she released his hands, he let them settle on her lower back as she wrapped hers around the back of his neck. She stroked his stubbled jaw with her thumbs and whispered, "You're so handsome."

He knew he was blushing as he murmured, "I think you just like the glasses."

She pushed them up and removed them before kissing the bridge of his nose. "I do like your glasses, but you're just as handsome without them."

Bob opened his mouth, but the words he was thinking died on his lips when she kissed him again. "It's so late," she said, easing her body off of his and slowly standing. Bob watched her stretch and then bend to pick up the popcorn bowl. "You have work in the morning. I'll just leave when you get up."

Bob stood and followed her into the kitchen. He put the bowl in the dishwasher for her. "You could hang out here tomorrow. If you want. I could leave you my spare key."

You were gaping at him.

"That was a stupid idea," he muttered, closing the dishwasher. "I'm sure you have things you need to get done."

"Yeah..." she said. "I need to watch more of the serial killer documentaries and take a nap."

He smiled. "You could do that here. And then when I get home, we can have dinner together."

Ten minutes later, Bob was falling asleep with Molly wrapped around his body after she put his spare key on her keyring.

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Molly was a mess. She woke up with Bob, and promptly decided that she didn't ever want to stop waking up with Bob. And then she snuggled him so long that he had to remind her that he'd be late for work if he didn't leave soon. While he took a shower, she decided to try to make him breakfast, but everything looked too intimidating. So she nervously told him that she had some black coffee and a bowl of cereal ready for him when he walked out in his uniform.

He just blinked at her, those pretty greenish-blue eyes examining her face. "Nobody ever got me breakfast before. Thank you." And she sat on his thigh at his kitchen table while he quickly ate his cereal and drank his coffee.

"I'm sorry if I made you late," she said apprehensively.

"You didn't," he insisted, kissing her lips. "I'll be home after five. We'll get dinner."

She nodded and stood so he could leave, but he hesitated and kissed her deeply one more time before he left. And then Molly practically floated back to his bed and fell asleep with her nose buried in his pillow. She dozed on and off until almost noon when her stomach started growling. This was her routine for her days off, always trying to catch up on the sleep she was missing out on. But now she was going to have to find something to eat. Was she just supposed to eat Bob's food?

She shuffled back into the kitchen and texted him as she went. 

Coach Bob, can I eat something from your fridge for lunch?

Molly scoped out some of the options, and he wrote back a few minutes later.

Coach Cute Glasses: Have anything you want, Honey. 

She smiled at her phone and then promptly made herself a salad and a sandwich. His fridge was filled with delicious, healthy options. It was mind blowing. Like she was sleeping with a real adult who went grocery shopping. She peeked at Bob's mail on the counter while she ate. His place was so tidy, almost nothing was out except for what looked like a monthly subscription to an aeronautics magazine and what appeared to be a mortgage statement based on the return address.

This man had a fridge full of real food and a mortgage. What the hell was he doing with Molly? God, he'd probably come to his senses while he was at work today and kick her out when he got home. She caught herself pouting. She could be good enough for Bob. She wasn't sleeping around. She wouldn't. She wasn't using him for his nice place. She wouldn't do that either. She liked him. A lot. But she didn't really have anything to offer him which was filling her up with a weird insecure feeling that she didn't like. 

She was careful the rest of the afternoon not to make too much of a mess. She washed her dishes and put them away. She took a shower and folded up the towel. She would have put a little bit of makeup on so she didn't look so plain, but she hadn't brought anything with her. Instead she spent the rest of the day watching a documentary and looking at all of the things on Bob's bookshelf. She read every book title and examined every framed photo. There was one of him with Piper and Rebecca and another woman who must have been his other sister. There was one of Bob when he was about Everett's age with his parents. There was one of an elderly woman, and Molly wondered if that was his grandma who taught him how to drive. She wondered if he called her Nana or Grammy. 

Everything in his condo was tidy but interesting, and she was still flipping through some of his novels when Bob unlocked the front door and rushed inside, almost like he couldn't wait to see her. Like he was trying to make sure she was still there. And he looked gorgeous in that khaki uniform. Molly had to press her lips together to stifle a moan as he approached her on the couch. 

"Well, hello there, Lieutenant Floyd," she said, saluting him as she stood.

He groaned. "I missed you all day."

Oh, shit. There it was. He kept saying the sweetest things that made her want to fuck him. And she couldn't help it. She really couldn't. Because even after a full workday, his hair looked immaculate, and she needed to mess it up for him. His uniform was flawless, and she needed to see it all wrinkly. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. The faint smell of jet fuel clung to him, and Molly's core clenched. "Oh," she whined against his mouth. A shiver passed through her body, and when she met his eyes, he looked a little crazed. "Will you fuck me?" she asked softly, absolutely throbbing for him now. She needed him. It was like any time he was away from her for more than a few minutes and then returned, she needed to feel him hard and inside her.

"Yes," he growled, and she practically ran to his bedroom. 

He followed her there and started to unbutton his shirt but she whined, "Keep the uniform on," until his hands stilled. He looked as excited as she felt, and then she whispered, "Lieutenant Floyd." He had her down on the bed, and he was on top of her. He was rough, yanking down the borrowed underwear that she had on and then pushing her thighs apart.

"Oh my god," she moaned, running her hands over all the khaki fabric and metallic pins. "I love uniform time."

Bob pushed his glasses up on his nose and smirked. "I think I outrank you, Mo."

"Fuck, Bobby. Don't say shit like that unless you intend to do something about it."

She watched his eyebrows quirk up, and a second later, she was flat on her belly with her bare asscheek cupped in Bob's hand. She looked back at him over his shoulder as he stroked her softly. She wanted him to do it. She needed him to do it. And the sound she made when he spanked her was animalistic. Bob spanked her a second time, a little harder, and Molly cried out, "Yes!"

"Do you like it?" he asked next to her ear. "Or do you want me to stop?"

"Don't stop!" she said, and soon she was chanting those words interspersed with, "Harder!" She came for him without any penetration and without his hands on her pussy. She came as she ground herself against the bedding in between spankings. And when Bob finally fucked her, he was filling her with his hot cum after just a few thrusts. 

"Molly!" he cried out, his voice so loud over her heavy breathing. Her ass was sore, and Bob was laying on top of her now, but she felt amazing. Perfect. Bob spanked her. In his sexy uniform. Until she came. She loved him. She really thought she did. Because he was so sweet, literally perfect. But he was also willing to do those things for her, because he knew that's what she wanted. 

"Bobby?" she whispered as he kissed the back of her neck. His fingers were linked with hers, and she could feel his uniform insignia pins digging into her back, but she didn't want him to move. 

"Honey," he whispered, running his nose along her cheek. He was still inside her a few minutes later, whispering all kinds of things that Molly never knew she wanted to hear when his doorbell rang. He started to move, and right away she felt too cold. She felt her lips pouting as he stood with a soft moan. She slid off the bed, reveling in the delicious feel of his cum seeping out of her and onto her inner thighs. 

Bob was tucking himself away and zipping up his pants. But his shirt was wrinkly and untucked. His hair was disheveled. His glasses were crooked and smudged. It was so obvious what they had just done. 

"Were you expecting someone?" Molly asked, pulling his underwear up her legs.

He sighed deeply and headed for his bedroom door. "Kind of. I'm sure it's Nat. She is going to have a fit if she sees you here."

"Nat?" she asked, following him down the short hallway. Who the hell was Nat? And Molly had every right to be here. Bob invited her! Who was Nat?

Bob looked back at her, completely flustered. "I'll try to make this quick, but sometimes she likes to invite herself in. Sometimes she wants to stay for a drink. She's really used to being the only woman who can make me do what she wants."

He pulled his door open, and Molly caught a glimpse of a beautiful woman who handed Bob a toolbox and kissed his cheek. "Don't know what I'd do without you," she said in a voice that Molly could acknowledge was very sexy even through her jealousy. Then she patted Bob on the chest and slipped inside the condo before she froze in place. Her dark brown eyes went wide as soon as she saw Molly, and her lips slowly parted until she was gaping in surprise.

This woman was gorgeous, but Molly was no slouch. And she'd just had Bob's cock so deep inside her, she was probably walking a little crooked. And she was wearing Bob's underwear and undershirt in lieu of actual clothing. And she'd spent the night here!

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Molly asked her. Because if she was being two timed, she'd rather find out right now from this woman instead of having Bob try to lie to her later. She'd been there and done that before.

"I'm Nat," she said, reaching out to shake hands. "And you must be the famous Molly."

"You've heard of me," Molly said, looking past Nat to Bob who was blushing profusely now. But he didn't look too agitated otherwise.

Nat laughed, still holding her hand out. "Of course I've heard of you. Bob talks about nothing else these days. In the cockpit. Out of the cockpit. At lunch. Just Molly."

Molly's heart thudded in her chest and she took a small step closer. "Are you Phoenix?"

"Yeah. Phoenix. Natasha. Nat. All of the above." Molly lunged for her hand and shook it.

"It's nice to meet you," she said, a mix of embarrassment and wonder filling her up. "Bob has told me a lot about you. Well, besides your first name."

She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly in response. "I'm not going to stay. I can see that neither of you are dressed for entertaining. Well, entertaining each other, perhaps...." Nat's eyes drifted down her body to Bob's underwear, but Molly was too relieved to feel embarrassed.

"I'll see you again?" she asked Nat, and the other woman smiled.

"I have no doubt."

Then she turned back toward Bob and whispered something to him before she left, pulling the door closed behind her.

"What did she tell you?" Molly asked, wrapping her arms around Bob's waist.

"Nothing I didn't already know," he replied, looking at the floor before meeting her eyes. "She said you're hot. Way out of my league."

Molly just let her cheek rest on his chest before she said, "Can we order something in? And cuddle during another documentary?"

"I'd love that."

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We love "uniform time". And Molly loves being spanked. But her actions are starting to make Bob's self confidence a little rocky. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing!

PART 6

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Reidsgiving

That’s the stupidest title but i thought thanksgiving was bland 😭

Spencer Reid x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 800 (exactly 💅)

Content Warnings: slight mention of ED (mostly just reader forgetting to eat bc she’s so in love with this man)

You tumbled into the kitchen, rifling through your grocery bags. As you unloaded your thanksgiving groceries you smiled, hearing tiny footsteps and little nonsensical babbles. You turned around to surprise your daughter and lift her into the air.

“Silly, wanna help mama cook for daddy and you?” You help her on your hip, sifting through the kitchen drawers for a pair of scissors. You heard a little “daddy” in your ear, and that was enough convincing for you. You placed the red kitchen scissors on the kitchen counter and placed your daughter in her high chair behind you. 

You walked over to the record player Spencer bought you last Christmas and put on some Taylor Swift. Back in the kitchen you cut open the package of frozen bread rolls and popped them in the oven to cook. Then you started on your turkey, mostly completely helpless. You had no idea how to cook a turkey, and you weren’t expected to know until you had a kid and you wanted to give her a real at-home thanksgiving. Basically a thanksgiving that wasn’t prepared by Rossi. 

You hummed to Taylor Swift as your daughter babbled in the background when your husband entered through the front door or your big apartment. You didn’t notice him, preoccupied on your phone searching for how to cook a turkey. Maybe you should’ve figured that out yesterday. Suddenly, Spencer’s arms wrapped around your waist as he planted a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“My girl.” He whispered, arms still around you as he stared down at the raw turkey. His eyebrows furrowed, “It’s three pm.”

“Yes.” You exhaled.

Spencer let go of you, standing beside you instead. “Want help?” You looked at him, wanting to reject him, but a desperate neediness shone through your eyes. He nodded, “How about I’ll take the bread out when it’s done-”

You cut him off, looking down at your feet then at your daughter. “It’s not homemade, sorry. Just frozen. I was busy.” Your face winced a little, trying to ignore the stingy feeling starting in your nose and the water building in your eyes. 

Spencer just walked over to his daughter, lifting her from her chair and placing her on his chest. He carried her over to you then pulled both of you into a hug. “I don’t care about homemade, as long as I get to eat it with my girls.” You smiled against Spencer’s neck, as he ran his hand along your back. “Also she’s one years old, she probably won’t remember this after two to three weeks.” 

You giggled, pulling away from Spencer and your daughter. You exhaled deeply, releasing your own built up tension. “Okay, what was your plan?”

Spencer set your daughter down in her high chair again then headed back to you, “I’ll take the bread out later, I’ll try to deal with the turkey, and you can make the mashed potatoes. Hopefully we’ll be on the same page by then and we can make the sweet potato casserole together.” You took all of his words in, so much clearer than before. You loved watching his mind work.

You simply nodded and got to work. Throughout the next hour you’d take the rolls out and feed a cool sample to your daughter, letting her chew on the bread. You’d also boop Spencer’s nose, leaving a little dot of mashed potatoes that he licked off. 

“Oh, god I hope our daughter doesn’t have that gene.” You laughed. 

Spencer smiled widely, “What?! It’s a talent. She’d be lucky to have it.” Spencer danced his way over to his daughter, holding a spatula in one hand, “A lucky ten percent, huh?” He smiled hearing you and your daughter's giggles mix together. 

It didn’t seem to matter to Spencer that dinner wasn’t finished until 4:50. He was still the happiest man in the world. 

When all three of you finally got to sit down and eat dinner Spencer moved your hand away from your daughter's spoon as you tried to feed her. “I’ll feed her tonight. For once you only have to worry about feeding yourself.” He smiled at your daughter, not breaking his gaze from her. You watched the scene, him flying the sweet, soft casserole into her mouth. 

“You enamor me, Spencer Reid.” You spoke, unable to keep the thought to yourself. He broke away from the two of you’s daughter to look at you.

He twitched a little, smiling softly, “What a beautiful woman.” He nodded at your plate, “Made with love, no reason not to eat it now.” 

You laughed, coming out of a trance only his eyes and his daughter’s could hold over you.

“Happy Thanksgiving, my loves.” Spencer looked at both of his girls, smiling proudly of his sweet little family.

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for @hwsasiaweek day 2: uzbekistan + food + "a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor"

in which uzbekistan can't let go of her qazon and explains why

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It was a Thursday afternoon, and all of Uzbekistan's siblings were staying at her house for a week in preparation for a regional conference.

While they were all in separate rooms of the house working on writing up important documents and presentations, Uzbekistan was cooking food for the evening, and as per tradition she was cooking osh. It was also her siblings' favorite food, and they insisted she cook it for them almost every time they got together.

As she was stirring the beef and onions, Kazakhstan came out of her study, sniffing around.

"Apa, are you making osh for tonight?"

"Yes. it is a Thursday, after all! Also if you guys eat enough of my food, perhaps you won't all be so grumpy at the conference."

"Speak for yourself," he chuckled. There was always some argument that would arise at one of these conferences, and many times Uzbekistan and Kyrgyzstan would be part of it.

Before she could respond with some lackluster excuse of those conflicts being in the moment and that it wasn't truly her and that she was definitely a mature lady and how he could say that to his dear older sister who is cooking food just for him, he points at the qazon she was cooking the osh in. the bottom was completely black after years of use.

"Hey, how long has it been since you've used this qazon?"

"Oh, um...I bought it at a market sometime around the 60s?"

"Apa, that's like 50 years!"

"Well, it's durable! Like the spatula I'm using to cook it with."

"But if you bought new ones...wouldn't it enhance the quality of your meals? New cooking technology and all..."

She gently added the chopped carrots to the qazon. "You know, a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor. You could buy all the latest utensils and completely revamp your kitchen, but!" She gestured at her hands. "It's all about your experience. Your skill. That's why you all love my food the most!"

"I don't know..." Kyrgyzstan stood on his tiptoes and looked over Kazakhstan's shoulder." Tajikistan was gushing about my dymdama last time. Her side of the plate was so clean, I think she used bread to wipe the leftover broth up."

"Why must you always make this about you? She was extremely hungry that time! Besides, that was then, and this is now." She closed her eyes briefly and tossed the carrots over.

The two spent the rest of the time bickering about the "deliciousness scores" that they had apparently been tallying up so far based on their other siblings' opinions of their food, while Kazakhstan tried his best to mediate.

Good practice for the actual conference I guess, he thought, though they've done this enough times I don't think I really need practice...

"If we're gonna talk about revamping your cooking, why don't you use a frypan next time? Your boyfriend already does that when he cooks osh-"

"HE DARE COMMIT SUCH BLASPHEMY?"

"Hey chill! You better keep that a secret cuz he told me to keep it a secret from you!"

Kazakhstan had to admit, she was pretty skilled at cooking. He could see it in the way she both argued passionately with their older brother and added the chickpeas and rice to the osh, never missing a step. Heck, she even managed to make some salad on the side as well.

And when the sky became a light purple and the crickets began to chirp, the evening wind brushing through their hair as they ate outside on the tapchan, Uzbekistan brought the hot, aromatic osh to the table to eat. Everyone cleared the plate within half an hour. She smiled smugly at Kyrgyzstan.

"That's 25 points for me since today, and you're still at 22~"

"I'M CATCHING UP, OKAY?!"

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notes: ALHAMDULILAH I MADE IT IN TIME ITS STILL 11:57 PM 💪💪💪

there's a lot of uzbek/central asian terminology here, and they're italicized:

osh: otherwise known as plov, it's uzbekistan's national food. it's a sort of fried? rice with carrots, meat, chickpeas, and raisins. each region in uzbekistan cooks it differently, but I tried my best to describe whatever I can remember from my mom's way. it's served to guests at home, weddings, and also eaten on the regular weekly, with osh being eaten on thursdays as a traditional custom.

qazon: the best way I can describe this in english is a cast iron cauldron. it's quite big and a lot of things can be cooked in it, like osh, qazon kabob, and dymdama.

apa: kazakh for "older sister."

dymdama: eaten in many central asian countries, it's a stew of beef, potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, and other vegetables. in uzbekistan, it's called dimlama, and I only recently found out it's called dymdama in kyrgyzstan by a kyrgyz classmate!

tapchan: in a lot of uzbek houses with backyards, there's a small resting area with cushions and a table outside. in the spring and summer, families usually eat their breakfast, lunch, and dinner outside.

[bunting27]

could i possibly request the most disgustingly sweet, tooth rotting domestic fluff with joseph woll using "i love you more than i did yesterday" 🍓

breakfast ✏︎ j. woll

bunting27's 100 follower celly !

a/n: i haven't slept in days so these are coming out very slowly but i promise more are coming!

prompts: “i love you more than i did yesterday,"

wc: 0.4k

taglist: @kenanlotus0 @nylwnder @whourfeyrac

✏︎

she’d been wearing noise cancelling headphones, listening to music while making breakfast for herself and joseph, so she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt arms wrap around her waist and the tickle of joseph's hair on her neck.

he felt the twitch, chuckling to himself and pulling her headphones from the top of her hair so she could hear him.

“good morning, baby,” she smiled, quick to forgive the way he had scared her so she could turn in his arms and give him a good morning kiss.

“what’ve you got going on here?” he mumbled, looking at the pan on the stove and resting his head on her shoulder while she flipped the french toast in one pan with her spatula.

“our favourite, i wanted to use that fruit we bought before your road trip. lord knows i won't eat it all by myself. so we’ve got some french toast, bacon, n’ fruit” he hummed, giving her a gentle kiss below her ear before pulling away to grab the two of them plates.

“did you-” she pointed at him with her spatula, making him laugh softly. 

“yes, i added cinnamon to the egg before putting in the bread, it was one time, j. let a girl live” he smiled bright, putting two of the pieces that were already made onto his plate and then piling it with fruit and a few strips of bacon.

“can’t be eating my girls best dish when she doesn’t even make it right,” she rolled her eyes, turning off the burner just as the last piece of toast was finished. 

she moved over to him, checking him to the side with her hip so she could get some fruit for herself. his face scrunched into false offence, eyebrows furrowing and nose going red from the pressure.

he grabbed her plate from her hand, placing his down along with it and pulling her into his chest. “i love you,” she grinned, giving him a soft kiss and smoothing her hands over his shoulders. 

“you say that a lot,” he hummed, hands moving to her waist so he could sway them back and forth.

“well, it bears repeating. cause i love you more than i did yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and so on,” she shook her head, grabbing their plates back up from the counter and moving them over to the coffee table so they could eat.

“i’m engaged to a dork. i love you too, though,”

[walkingstackofbooks]

DS9 4x09 Our Man Bashir thoughts (I’m re-watching, so beware spoilers for future episodes!) [2 July '23]

*window crash* wait, no, is this...? AH YISSS, IT'S OUR MAN BASHIR, I am so hype to see this again!

I mean that the glass bottle trick was smooth

"Bashir. Julian Bashir." And then Garak starts clapping, hilarious

Aww, Garak being sad that Julian has been too busy with his new holosuite programme to spend time with him - when he finds out it's a spy programme, to boot, do you think he felt he was being replaced by something fancier and better? That Julian only hung around with him because he was a spy?

"It's so unusual for you to have secrets"... little do you know, Garak. If you're excited about this, how much will you enjoy his augmentation secret?

WHY ARE THEY STANDING SO CLOSE TO EACH OTHER (gayyyyy)

"I wonder what scared her away. You must be incensed." Garak is baiting him so much XD Yes, Julian, he wants you to be mad

This is already such a fun episode, I'd forgotten quite how much!

"I think I joined the wrong intelligence service." IS THAT AN ADMISSION, GARAK?! You've never admitted to being a spy before, I am sure!

Why does Julian need to get his suits made by Garak if the holosuite can produce clothes - or are all of these costumes his valet is bringing out ones he's bought and somehow saved in the programme?

"Nerys, please." There's just something about the way he says this. He's not acting angry like he is at Garak, he's seemingly more cautious about telling her off for being here? I guess he's starting to think it's not Kira?

Odo going "That sounded like Kira!" even though she sounds Russian... Something something universal translator? Or he's just so attuned to her?

Julian is so pissed with this turn off events disrupting everything into something lethal. He just wanted a fun time

I have never noticed the falcon on Miles' eyepatch before!

"But that's Miles." - The way Julian says that is so gentle...

His soft "Sorry, my dear" to his dead valet - oh, my love :3

"Right behind the spatula." Oh, ROM. Incredible engineering XD

"Welcome to paradise." Okay, Avery Brooks just stole this scene.

How have I only just realised the symbolism of the villain, who is trying to flood the world and restart a better life, being called Noah?

"O'Brien's gonna kill me when he gets back." XD

Ohhh I was wondering how they got from Dr Noah's room to the tunnel - I had forgotten the being-tied-up scene

"Honey, will you grant me one last request and take off those glasses?" Yes Garak, that eye roll is what we're all thinking... Julian's acting is so ridiculously earnest XD "Kiss the girl, get the key - they never taught me that in the Obsidian Order." Garak is being so unusually frank! Is this part of his ploy to win back Julian from the game? Trying to remind him that I was a real spy, you know, my dear doctor?

The waver in Julian's voice as he says "If you call for the exit, you might kill Sisko and the others..." :3

Boy, their argument in the tunnel is such a tense scene, even better than I remember!

"You dream of being a hero because deep down you're not." OUCH. The worst thing is, Julian probably agrees.

"That's all about to end now isn't it?" - bit of London accent sneaking in there

"It's working just as you planned! You've done it, Doctor." "Yes.But somehow I didn't expect to win."

Oh I love everything about this sceeeeene

"Lunch tomorrow?" "Of course. But why don't we have it at your place, in Hong Kong?" I DO NOT REMEMBER THAT LINE. WOW. GAY.

Okay, yeah, this is the point where they get together imo.

I mean everyone knows this episode is fantastic, but also, THIS EPISODE IS BLOODY FANTASTIC AND I LOVE IT TO BITS.

[aajjks]

he’s so baby girl coded. okeeey LET’S GET THESE LOVEBIRDS TOGETHER ALREADY!! 😩

BC!JK

honey bunny 🥰

home sweet home!! now gts 💤

the moment you walked inside your apartment, you’re immediately screaming from excitement. you actually kissed jungkook’s cheek.

you KISSED him and for the first time, you didn’t feel like you betrayed eunwoo.

a month right? it’s been a single month since the two of you have split and one of the main obstacles you had trouble overcoming was having interest in someone that wasn’t eunwoo.

kissing, looking, or even flirting felt like you were cheating on your old partner but ever since you’ve healed and look past what you and eunwoo used to be, the idea of kissing someone or being with someone doesn’t feel as strange as it once did.

and what makes it even better is that you shared that moment with the person you want to pursue a relationship with, jeon jungkook.

you can tell your kiss made him really happy and although he couldn’t see you, you were smiling the entire walk back to your car and now that you’re finally home, you can fangirl about it.

you’re so excited that you begin dialing your best friend, danielle’s, number and when she picks up, she’s curious as to why you’re calling her so late at night until she remembers the date.

“so, how did it go?”

“IT WENT SO WELL!!! guess what? I KISSED JUNGKOOK’S CHEEK!! and i didn’t feel weird about it. i…i liked it, actually”

“that’s good, y/n! was his parents being weird?”

“yeah. his mom was being a total bitch but his dad really likes me”

“ew”

“well i’m not interested in his dad, danny. i’m interested in him and we’re having brunch at his house”

“brunch? at his house? aww, how cute. did you suggest that or did he?”

“i did. danny, did you know that i’m the first girl he’s even taken out on a date? and-and guess what? HE GAVE ME A TIFFANY AND CO. NECKLACE!!”

“wait, wait slow down, what? tiffany and co.?! for what?”

“i don’t know, he just does that. he bought me a pet cat before and—,”

“he bought you a cat and now a damn tiffany necklace? jesus, y/n. he’s already treating you like a princess and you guys aren’t even dating”

“i know right! he really does spoil me a lot and i don’t even know why”

“no wonder why his mother hates you. you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger”

and it’s true, he’s basically a locket at this point.

you and danielle converse on the phone for two hours before you shut down for the night and dream of getting a belly button piercing.

Hash browns, eggs benedict and waffles. CHECK.

He doesn’t know what you really prefer to eat and he doesn’t eat breakfast at all but… it’s with you so he might try to, you didn’t live with him long enough to let him observe your eating habits.

So he cooked every American breakfast he could. He might’ve just looked up for some guidance on the internet but that is beyond the point, and yes he drove early in the morning with a quick trip to the 24/7 grocery outlet store to make sure he had everything.

Bam and Sage are sleeping, so he’s almost done with the cooking, you may like some sausage but he’s gonna fry it when you get here.

When are you getting here? Jungkook can’t wait and he didn’t put too much effort into his fashion for early in the morning.

Just grey sweatpants and a white shirt, and right now it’s protected by the apron he’s wearing tightly around his waist.

He had a shower so he can’t really afford to sweat, he can’t for you to get here, and maybe God heard him because he hears someone putting the house keys in bad he hears his gate unlock, he smiles knowingly because it’s you.

Only you have the keys to his house. And he really resisted the urge to text you about when you were going to be here, it’s almost 10 & you have finally blessed him with your presence.

“Hey yn!” HES waving at you stupidly with a spatula in his hands, and you’re starting to give the 26 year old breathing problems because you just LOOK SO GOOD-

Who looks this good at 10 am in the morning, yea you do..

“YNNN IM SO- I mean I’m so glad you made it, please sit here, I’m going to bring the food, hope you didn’t have anything because chef jungkook here is at your service with American style Breakfast.”

Today he’s going to ask you a very important question and he hopes that this time, you’ll say yes.

[ainyan]

🍫 Szah'li x Alisiae? :D

Szah'li wandered through the shops in the marketplace of the Crystarium, studying the wares that many of the vendors hawked to him as he passed by. He eyed the armor and weapons, the trade goods and the materials for crafting. All of it was of interest to him, but much of it was commonplace, just like he might find at home. Perhaps the make was unfamiliar and the ores and leathers not like those from the Source, but the general construction and use was similar.

He didn't want familiar. He wanted to see something new. He wanted to try something new. If he would travel to an entirely different world, he wanted something... unique.

Unfamiliar scents caught his nose and he whirled, sniffing, then followed the odors to a small, shabby but neat booth tucked in the corner between two armor sellers. The Hroth- no, Ronso - who manned it gave him a bright, sharp-toothed grin. "Well now, aren't you one of the Exarch's friends? Welcome, welcome! Here, have a piece of spicy chocolate."

"Spicy chocolate?" Szah'li said dubiously as he took the thick chunk of dark brown confection, sniffing warily at it. Beneath the sweet, slightly chalky scent of chocolate he caught a hint of pungent heat. Cautiously, he took a bite.

It was somewhat sweet, much like the chocolate at home, though a bit more bitter than he was used to. Beneath the familiar, however, was a wholly unfamiliar taste, the bite of spice burning across his tongue. Eyes wide, he took another bite, then finished it off in one last gulp. The merchant looked pleased. "You like it, yes? It was a specialty out of Ahm Araeng - but not," he added hastily, "of Mord make. It was a favorite among the people of Nabaath Arang before the Flood. The recipe is a well-kept secret in my family."

"I -" He broke off as a flash of red caught his eye and he turned slightly to see Alisaie talking to a vendor nearby. "Yes, it's amazing," he said absently. "I'll take - here, how much?" He dipped his hand in his pocket and plucked out several gil, placing them on the counter. The merchant's smile was sly as he followed the direction of the miqo'te's distraction.

Reaching out, he sorted through the gil and brought out a touchstone to check the purity of the metal. "Here," he said, using a spatula to scoop up chocolate pieces and pour them into a bag. He started to seal it - then paused, studying the young man's face. Smiling indulgently, he added another half a scoop then passed it over. "Enjoy," he murmured.

Szah'li didn't even notice the laughter beneath the man's voice. Taking the pouch, he mumbled a thank you and darted away, intercepting the red mage before she could move on. "Alisaie," he called as he skidded to a halt next to her.

She turned, blinking, and smiled. "Szah'li, I didn't notice you here. Are you shopping as well?" Her eyes fell to the bag in his hand. "Oh, what did you buy?"

He thrust the bag at her. "Here," he said brusquely. "I got this. You might like it."

She blinked at him, then frowned slightly, taking the bag and opening it up. "What is it?" She reached in, pulling out a chocolate square. "Chocolate?" Still frowning at him, she took a bite.

He could see the moment the spice hit; her eyes widened and she held up the candy, studying it. "There's spice in it," he explained, tucking his arms behind him and shrugging uncomfortably. "Thought you'd like it."

She finished off the piece. "I do," she agreed. "It's an unusual taste, but quite pleasant." She started to thank him, then paused, glancing inside the bag and gauging how much he'd bought. "Uhm. Would you... like to share it with me? While we shop?"

He started to refuse, then reached out towards the bag she held out to him upon her outstretched palm. Reaching in, he dug out a square of chocolate. "Yeah. Okay," he said, and when she smiled, so did he.

[orphanedwolfandfriends]

Baking

Kit may not be a bright bulb sometimes, but she knew that she should stick around to help her little friend bake these cookie cups so she wouldn’t burn herself in the oven. Pu’ar was the first to witness them coming back through the door.

“Where did you go?” Pu’ar asks.

“To the store! Me and Kitty are making cookie cups!” Cayla points to her neko friend, who was carrying the bought box. “Sup.” Kit greeted, Pu’ar waving in return. He follows the girls to the kitchen. As they started their task to mixing up the cookie batter and heating up the oven, Cayla was telling them about her attempt at hunting as she mixed the batter. “...And so I had to grab the bird’s feet, and it flew around until it fell asleep!”

Pu’ar looked concerned, while Kit...

“AHAHAHA! Christ- that’s some time well spent...that poor bird!” She laughed.

“I hardly see anything funny about this! She could’ve gotten hurt! Like bitten, or scratched, or something...she’s lucky she only came back dirty!”

“...That bird was pretty big.”

“Regardless, this dude makes me sound like I have my life together.”

“Less talking, more pouring and oven...ing!”

“Yes, ma’am.” Kit begins pouring the batter into individual cups with the help of a wooden spatula, before putting them in the oven once it was heated up enough.

Pu’ar smiled a little. Before speaking about that wasted hunting attempt, Cayla filled him in on why she was making these in the first place. He knew her heart was in the right spot. “Hehe...y’know this is why you’re spoiled rotten, Cayla? ‘Cause you’re sweet.” He tells her. Cayla blinks, smiling sweetly and hugging him. “Sorry I make you worry so much...” She apologizes. “It’s okay...we’re all just glad you came out unharmed. But darn it, either bring me with you or leave a note next time you wanna go somewhere, atleast!” Pu’ar pulls back with a little pout. Cayla salutes him. “Will do!” She wags her tail.

“Alright ya dumplings, the cookie cups are in the oven. Am I needed for anything else?”

“Yes. Stay here!” To both supervise the oven and spend time with her.

[pureimaginefic]

A while later the boys’ clothes piled up on the table, Natalie wore Bradley’s shirt over hers “Well would you look at that!” she said “I own that one too!” she said.

“You don’t say” Adam said irritated.

Harry covered himself as they all sat there barely clothed “i’m cold, can I please put my pants back on?” Harry asked.

“I can’t believe you rigged this game!” Bradley said.

“How did I rig it?” she asked laughing.

“You bought everything!” Neilson said.

“Yeah, yeah I did” she said laughing “Okay, you guys know the deal” she said looking at them all.

“Look all we’ve got left is our socks alright?” Kyle said.

“Oh no…that’s not all you got left” she said smiling.

“Are you kidding me?!” Adam asked.

“Pay up or shut up” Natalie said.

“Your girlfriend is one messed up chick” Adam said to Neilson.

“I know” he replied nodding in agreement.

“Oh come on it’s not that big of a deal…and I’m anxious to see just how big exactly…” she said.

“You are a freak” Kyle said to her.

“Come on! Come on come on come on!” she said they all looked at each other begrudgingly, they then each put their boxers on the table “This is the best idea I’ve ever had” she said giddily “We should play this more often!” she said.

“No!” they all replied.

“Huh” Neilson said “Good for you” he said to Bradley.

“Why are you looking at it?!” Adam asked.

“It’s hard not to!” Neilson said to him.

“Damn Kyle” Adam said.

“Yes, very nice” Natalie said.

“Hey!” Neilson said to her.

They heard a loud bang from outside “What was that?” Harry asked nervously.

“Oh the fireworks must be starting” Natalie said “The neighbors set them off over the lake every year, come on let’s go watch” she said getting up.

“Uh…Nat?” Bradley asked.

“What?” she asked “Oh right” she said picking up all their clothes from the table “I forgot these” she said trying to run away with them.

“Nat!” Neilson yelled at her.

“You guys are so easy” she said throwing their clothes back to them, they quickly pulled their clothes back on and joined Natalie outside on the deck watching the fireworks boom overhead, their colors illuminating the dark sky.

“You got it?” Neilson asked as he lit a sparkler in Natalie’s hand.

“Yeah” she said giggling “Whoo” she said. as it came to life sparking in all it’s glory.

“Alright hot dogs and hamburgers come and get ‘em” Brian said brandishing a spatula in his hand and standing in front of a grill.

A large boom overhead spooked them all, they looked up to see brilliant colors illuminate the dark night sky. Neilson and Natalie stood in an embrace on the back porch looking up the fireworks lighting up the sky, he leaned to place a kiss on her head. Bradley hobbled outside, an icepack still firmly placed on his side, joining Natalie and Neilson in watching the fireworks. Neilson looped his arm around Bradley’s shoulders, Bradley wrapped his arm around Neilson’s back giving him a few pats.

Kyle, Harry, and Adam clinked their soda bottles together and looked up at the sky as the fireworks continued to boom overhead.

[lovelyirony]

hi!!! would you mind doing: “you are the one, you are the only one I was born to know/beyond the crush of any summer lust and we dared to go” Night Like This prompt for maria hill/steve rogers? if you don't want to thats totally fine! thank u

Maria didn’t often like any sort of party. She was a solitary person who preferred to drink wine by herself or with two people max. 

This meant nothing to Tony. 

“You have to come!” Tony said. “This is the end of the school year celebration for friends, and you’re a friend.” 

“You know I don’t like parties,” Maria says. “Too loud.” 

“This one won’t be. Closest friends, a house party. I’m making a cheese platter, Maria. This is serious business.” 

Maria pauses. 

A cheese platter means a small, intimate event. There is a lower chance of beer pong being played or music blaring. 

“...okay. But if it gets too overwhelming, I reserve the right to leave.” 

Tony cheers. “Dress code is casual, bye Maria!” He flounces away, humming to himself. 

(Stage One of Convincing Complete.) 

Maria hangs out with people. She’s not particularly social, but she likes going to the band’s concerts and being in small groups. She considers Tony and Natasha to be her best friends alongside Sharon. 

So she was expecting that they would tell her who would be there. 

No one told her about Steve Rogers. 

Steve holds out a hand to her immediately. 

“Hi, I’m Steve Rogers,” he says. “I’m transferring in the fall semester to your guys’ university!” 

“Maria Hill,” she answers immediately. “Do you know if Tony has the cheese plate out yet?” 

That’s the first thing she says to him. She had forgotten all basic manners in regards to thinking about a cheese plate. She was mortified. 

Steve takes it in stride and says he’s just finished laying it out. 

Maria takes refuge in the kitchen for ten minutes until Natasha drags her out. 

“You are not staying in the kitchen the whole time you nerd.” 

“Kitchens are good!” Maria protests, trying to dig in her heels. 

“I made you a glass of wine outside, so you’re eating your cheese outside and socializing,” Natasha says. “Bruce wants to ask you what you thought about the last symphony.” 

Maria goes outside. It feels nice, a slight summer breeze swaying the paper lantern lights and wafting the smell of smoke from the grill over. 

She sits by Steve. She does not really know what to ask him first. 

So she asks him a question. Not a particularly relevant one, but a question all the same. 

“What celebrity would you fight if you had the chance?” Maria asks. 

Steve looks surprised. 

“Um...probably Piers Morgan? I think I could put him through a wall.” 

It’s a nice start to conversation. 

From there, they talk about fighting techniques, which appetizer that Tony made is the best, and Maria learns that they actually don’t live that far away from each other at home. 

Steve’s studying art and art history, and he wants to be a high school teacher. Maria tells him all about her goal to work as a personal bodyguard and maybe get into a certain company. 

“I would trust you as a bodyguard,” Steve says, grinning. 

Maria drinks more wine. 

She gets a bit giggly, and enjoys dancing with Steve on the grass. Her shoes have already come off, as they are pointless at this moment and she likes feeling grass. 

“I’m glad you’re coming to our school,” Maria says, smiling softly. “I hope you hang out with us a lot.” 

“I will,” Steve says, grinning. “Why not when I have so much incentive to now?” 

Maria blushes. 

For the record, no one knew she could do that. Tony is currently picking his jaw up off the floor and Bruce is wondering if he can turn Maria blushing into a psychology study. 

Over the summer, they get closer. Maria will come to most events if Steve is there because if she falls asleep (and she does. Frequently), she usually can count on Steve to wake her up gently. 

(And if, sometimes, she got to stare into those baby blues? Well...that was the advantage.) 

Steve fixes her a plate of food if she comes late due to training for an internship starting in the semester. She smiles at him and pats his hand. 

Maria similarly likes going for runs with Steve, who is the only one in the group who likes going on them as much as she does. They go off the park tracks and try to make a game out of seeing who can escape the other. 

They laugh together on a rainy, muggy day as Steve slips into a creek, and Maria joins him. They’re covered in mud, laughing. 

“You’re crazy,” she tells Steve, getting up out of the creek. 

“I’m glad you like crazy,” Steve teases, reaching out a hand. “Can’t believe a pretty girl like you likes to run this early in the morning with me.” 

“Well I do,” Maria responds. 

They’re still holding hands. 

She doesn’t mind it. 

It’s in July 2nd when she realizes that Steve’s birthday is in two days and she’s gotten him nothing yet. 

This involves dragging Natasha and Sharon to the store with her. 

“You could get him a freaky watch thing,” Sharon says, pointing to the step tracker. 

“He broke one last year and says they’re inefficient for his requirements,” Maria answers. “His favorite candy is Twizzlers.” 

“Ugh, old man vibes,” Natasha groans. “Twizzlers? Seriously?” 

“They’re good,” Maria defends. “And this is for Steve, not you who likes luxury items from Europe.” 

“Maybe you could get him a serious gift,” Sharon says. “What about a key to an apartment for next year?” 

“He’s already picked where he’s living and it’s not like that,” Maria denies. 

“You go running together. Make each other that weird, healthy breakfast,” Sharon reminds her. 

“So what?” 

“You like him,” Nat teases. “I think your gift should be telling him.” 

“Birthday gifts are supposed to be good, not sad as fuck,” Maria tells her. “Maybe I’ll get him a new set of spatulas. He mentioned he needed them for his apartment.” 

“Nerds,” Natasha says. “Think about it.” 

Maria thinks about it. 

A lot. 

On one side, she can kind of guess that Steve likes her back. They make breakfast together and sometimes she thinks they stare at each other a bit too long to be “just friends.” 

On another side, she has a pretty hard time believing that they’re anything but friends. They do friend stuff. She’s made breakfast with Tony once or twice. 

(But they don’t stare at each other like that.) 

She decides to remedy her problem and tell him on the Fourth of July. 

Steve is grinning at everyone making a big deal about his birthday. The fireworks show starts, and they all flinch with the first two or three booms. 

They’ve already given their presents, and Steve kisses her on the forehead when she gives him the spatulas. 

“For breakfast on campus,” Maria said with a grin. 

Now she’s lying on Steve’s lap, watching the fireworks and them pointing out their favorite ones. 

She looks up at him, smiling impossibly wide. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” she says. 

Steve’s face gets a look of surprise. 

“You don’t have to do anything about it,” Maria backtracks. “Just thought you should know.” 

Maria gets the best damned kiss of her life right then and there. 

(Thor wins forty dollars.) 

They still run in the mornings on campus. Sure it’s a little earlier, but that doesn’t bother either of them. 

[sagexsenorita]

sooooo brian w a reader who’s unintentionally flirty/ seductive? kinda like danielle from girl next door? maybeee it gets a little nsfw when his coworkers look at her a little weird when she comes to his job in a skimpy outfit

Kiss Me

Brian x Reader // Brian Fast Food Nation x Reader // Brian Wilcox x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, making out, cursing

This is a little off from the request (I have a bad habit of looking at the request once and then just writing the whole thing in my docs) but I hope you enjoy it anon!

Masterlist

You hadn’t known Brian for long but once you got to know him he was your favorite person to be around. He was so nice to you, he let you chatter all day long while he listened, nodding his head every once in a while and asking you questions about everything he knew you loved. He was a pretty simple guy and that was what you loved. He didn’t try to drown you in gifts or semen, he just shared his music with you and took you to the mall whenever you asked.

How your friendship came about was a little untraditional, you didn’t know this but when Brian met you he felt like he was falling in love. It was probably just the fact that your tits were absolutely mesmerizing to him, but nonetheless he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. When he finally got the chance to talk to you he couldn’t believe his ears. You were complimenting, giving him thank you’s after thank you’s for helping you with the homework, and smiling every time you caught him staring. He was planning the date he was determined to take you on when he saw you talking to your friend, you touched them the same way you touched him, you laughed just as loud at their jokes. Brian immediately felt deflated, stupid even for thinking there was more than what he could see. He ended up not asking you out on that date and just stuck to give you test answers and car rides, and he stayed friends with you for a long time until you got so fucking tired of waiting for him to make the first move.

You had just ordered a bunch of new tops that you knew would drive Brian crazy, his eyes would get all wide, he’d probably have to hide behind a wall for a second to fix his pants. He thinks you don’t notice these things but you do, every time. You pulled on some jeans that made your ass look great, they were baggy around the legs but were tight around your waist, you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist you if you just got him to really listen. Your top showed off your chest very well, his eyes had plenty of space to wander, you left very little to the imagination. You applied the lipstick he bought you and the perfume he complimented that one time. Mickey’s was right around the corner so you grabbed your purse and started walking towards his work, ready to let him know what you really wanted.

His first thought as he heard the click of your shoes behind him as he flipped burgers was

Huh that sounds a lot like (Y/N)’s favorite pair of heels

Until he realized

Oh shit, that is (Y/N)’s favorite pair of heels

He quickly dropped the rusty spatula and turned around, peeking his head through the serving window, trying to see what you were doing in a nasty place like this.

Brian?

(Y/N)?

Hey Brian!

Your voice rang through the whole restaurant, capturing the customers attention, everyone got the perfect view of your ass.

Brian, on the other hand, was using all of his strength not to stare at your chest. It felt like you were trying to make him lose it.

There’s no fucking way you know her

He turned to see Andrew gaping at you, his eyes transfixed on your tits.

Yes, I fucking know her

Brian and I have been good friends for a while actually

You smiled brightly at Andrew before turning to look at Brian, batting your eyelashes at him

He didn’t actually look that dreamy, normally you’d tell him he needs a shower and Andrew was not someone you would ever usually smile at, but desperate times call for desperate measures

Good friends, huh?

Perv

Brian are you getting off work soon?

Yes I am, right now

What? No you’re not, I’m about to be cut!

Sorry man, you’re covering my shift

No!

Bye Drew!

Andrew continues to bitch but you and Brian ignored it as you smiled at his sarcasm, he was just as rude as you.

Brian walked out of the kitchen and finally got a good look at you. Your hair was out of your face, he could see your beautiful eyes and soft lips, there was nothing he wanted to do more than kiss you.

You could tell

He had that dumb look on his face, you wanted to tell him to make a move but you had all this planned out. You grabbed his hand and pulled him out of Mickey’s, he was pulling his hat and outfit off as you made your way to his beat up car. He refused to believe you actually loved that piece of junk, he hated it. He’s sure you only liked it cause he never made you give him gas money, no matter how much you offered it.

As the two of you climbed into his car he realized he wasn’t even sure what you were here for.

Brian, do you think I look nice?

It wasn’t the first time you had asked this, you were always looking for his opinion on everything; your hair, your nails, your outfits, you loved looking nice for him. This time was different though, you were staring into his eyes, your breasts were almost spilling out of your low-cut shirt. He didn’t know what to say, or do.

U-Uh, yeah, you look-your outfit…

He was struggling to get the words out, his eyes moving from your pretty face to your soft painted lips back and forth.

He was trying so hard to remember that he would never have a chance with you, that the universe was fucking with him, that this is just some cruel joke, tha-

Just kiss me, Brian.

Your hand rested itself on his thigh as you leaned in, before you knew it he was grabbing your face and your waist, pulling you into him for a strong, passionate kiss. You went from leaning over the center counsel to sitting in his lap, your hands were in his hair as you kissed him. Your lips and his danced together, you never wanted to stop. Brian couldn’t take his hands off of you, both of them were placed on your waist, squeezing and exploring, moving lower to your ass. The harder he squeezed the more you squirmed on his lap, he was getting harder by the second, he had never needed you this badly. You pulled away from the kiss to get air, staring into his eyes, with your thumb on his lip you mumble into the small space between you

Please take me home

Oh I’m gonna do a lot more than that

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[svechnikovvv]

can’t take my eyes off you - BONUS

gif by: @mensource

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: foul language, tooth-rotting fluff, gets a bit steamy

word count: 1,764

a/n: AND Y’ALL THOUGHT CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU WAS DONE 🤭

it’s been about 2 months since the family reunion and you & steve’s relationship was at its peak. things had been amazing between the two of you, besides dustin complaining that you cut in on his steve time. on the days that you do get steve all to yourself, it’s pure bliss.

today, however, wendy was coming to spend the night with you two, as promised. to say you were excited would be an understatement. you’d been looking forward to this for a while, so when steve called you and told you wendy was coming over, you were ecstatic.

steve’s doorbell rings and you’re quick to get up and answer it. you open the door and see laura standing there holding wendy’s hand in one of hers, and a bag with what you’re assuming is her stuff for the weekend in the other.

“princess y/n!” wendy shouts, flinging herself at you. you chuckle and pick her up.

“princess wendy! how are you lovebug?”

“i lost a tooth!” she opens her mouth and shows you. you gasp.

“did the tooth fairy show up?” she nods her head excitedly.

“how much did you get?”

“FIVE dollars!”

“you have more than me” she giggles and you look at laura.

“thank you so much for letting her stay the weekend with steve and i”

“it’s no problem, really. she’s been asking me nonstop when she was going to see you again” you both share a laugh.

“where’s steve?”

“he’s working at the moment. he should be home in an hour or so” she nods. she then hands you wendy’s bag.

“these are her clothes and some toys she likes. uh, michael and i’s contact information is in there in case you need it” you nod, and then laura looks at wendy.

“wendy darling, behave for steve and y/n. okay?”

“i will mommy” she nods

“good. i love you”

“i love you too, mommy” laura waves bye and then you shut the door behind her. you hang up wendy’s bag on a hook by the door, reminding yourself to get it later.

“is princess wendy hungry?”

“yes!” you laugh and head to the kitchen, placing wendy on the kitchen counter.

“so, what do you want to eat?” you place your hands on your hips and she taps her pointer finger on her chin, thinking.

“pb&j!”

“i like your thinking” you smile at her and grab the ingredients, proceeding to make her her sandwich.

“crust or no crust?”

“no crust” you nod and cut off the crust, then cutting the sandwich in half diagonally. you grab a plate and put the sandwich beside her and she eats it happily. twenty minutes and a lot of talking later, she’s all done and you have about 30 minutes to kill until steve gets home. an idea pops into your head and you face wendy.

“want to make some brownies?” she perks up and nods vigorously. you grab the box of brownie mix, a bowl, the rest of the ingredients needed and a spatula.

“okay, princess wendy, do we want some music playing?” she nods her head and you head over to the record player steve had in the living room, and you pick out something. the arrival album by abba. you smile, remembering when steve bought this.

***

“y/n! i have a surprise for you!” you leap up from the couch at the sound of steve’s voice. you walk over to the front door and steve’s holding something behind his back.

“what are you hiding, harrington?” you squint your eyes at him and he smiles widely. he then reveals what’s he’s holding: the arrival album by abba.

“i know how much you said you loved them” he shrugs bashfully and looks at your face to gauge your reaction. you then break out into a smile and fling yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“it’s perfect, my love”

“oh thank god. i was worried you wouldn’t like it and i started to stress out” you chuckle and pull away from the hug.

“i always love the things you get me” you whisper to him, then giving him a sweet kiss.

***

you place the record down, then putting the needle on it. the familiar tune of i kissed the teacher plays and you head back to the kitchen. you hum along to it. you walk over to the oven and preheat it to 350.

“i like this song, what’s the name of it?”

“i kissed the teacher” wendy’s face scrunches up

“ewwwww” she giggles and you laugh with her. you then pick her up and set her on the counter beside you.

“okay, im gonna cut open this and i want you to dump it in the bowl” she nods and you cut open the bag of brownie mix, handing the bag to her. she dumps it in the bowl.

“step one is done” she grins big and then you grab a measuring cup.

“okay, i’m going to pour oil in here and you’re gonna dump it into the bowl with the brownie mix” she nods and you crouch down slightly so you can see the measurements on the side. once you have a 1/3 cup full, you hand it to wendy.

“now pour it all in there” she does as told and pours the oil into the bowl. you continue this process with the rest of the ingredients, except for the eggs, and soon you’re mixing it all together. you’re singing along to the songs and swaying your hips as you mix the brownie batter. occasionally you’ll point the brownie-covered spatula at wendy and use it as a microphone. wendy is laughing at your theatrics.

‘why did it have to be me’ comes on and you’ve already placed the brownies in the pam-greased tray and popped them in the oven. you gave wendy the spatula to lick and she enjoyed it a little bit too much. you’re now holding her in your arms. you start dancing with her and you don’t notice steve enter the house.

“i only wanted a little love affair!“ wendy’s giggling and you spin around with her and you’re both laughing. when you stop spinning, you’re facing the entrance of the kitchen and see steve standing there with crossed arms and a big smile on his face.

“stevie!” wendy shouts

“wendy!” steve walks towards the two of you. wendy makes grabby hands at him and he takes her out of your arms.

“what’ve you girls been up to? huh?”

“y/n and i made brownies!” steve looks at you then back at wendy

“did you now?” she nods her head

“she even let me lick the spatula” steve smiles

“she never lets me do that. so you must be special” wendy laughs and he sets her down on the floor and she runs off into the living room. abba is still playing in the back. steve then looks at you and his eyes soften. he places his arms around your waist and spins you around so that your back is to his front. he rests his jaw on your shoulder and places soft kisses on your neck.

“missed you” he mumbled and shivers go down your spine at his warm breath hitting your skin.

"is that so?"

"mhm" one of his hands travel underneath your shirt and up your stomach and you have to control yourself.

"steve," you say, barely above a whisper

"yes baby?"

"we can't do this. wendy. remember?" you manage to pull yourself together and pull away. you turn around to face steve.

"as much as i'd love to continue it, wendy is here all weekend" he lets out a whine and you chuckle.

"you'll live"

"no i won't" he pouts and you give him a kiss on his nose. you turn back around and head to the living room to wendy. you see her sitting in front of the tv which had cartoons playing.

"watcha watching?" you take a seat beside her on the carpet

"the smurfs" you chuckle, but soon you become just as engrossed in the show as she is. you two don't notice steve's presence behind you. you watch cartoons with her for a while before the oven dings, signaling the brownies are done.

"brownies!" wendy shouts, getting up and running to the kitchen. you follow behind her and steve behind you. you motion for her to stand back as you pulled the hot pan out of the oven. you set it atop of the stove and instantly the smell of freshly cooked brownies fills the house.

"ooh! i want mine!" you chuckle at wendy's excitement

"go wait in the living room and i'll cut us all up a piece. okay?" she nods and you usher her back into the living room. she listens and heads back to watching her cartoons. you, on the other hand, grab three plates and three cups.

"what're you doing y/n?" you turn and look at steve for a brief second, then going back to what you were doing.

"just go sit with wendy, will ya? i'll be there in a sec" he nods, heading to the living room with wendy and you take a knife from the knife block and divide the brownies into twelve equal parts. you grab a piece, place it on a plate then do the same thing for the next two plates. you then head over to the fridge and grab the gallon of milk, pouring some into each cup. you stand on your tiptoes to reach a serving tray and place all the food on there, heading to the living room.

"alright you heathens, dinner is served" you place a plate in front of each of them alongside a cup and then put yours down, setting the tray behind you on the couch.

"remember wendy, it's hot. so you may have to let it sit for a bit before you eat it" she nods and sips on her milk as she watches the tv. steve leans over and places a kiss on your temple.

"y'know, i can see us doing this one day. settling down and having kids of our own to make brownies with" you look up at him and smile

"you think so?"

"i know so," he smiles back and leans in, giving you a quick but meaningful kiss. once he pulls away, he claps his hands.

"now who's ready for the best slumber party weekend ever?" wendy gets excited

"me! me!" she screams and you laugh at the two.

you could get used to this

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Life Is Miserable

Summary: The reader has a bad day at work and her roommate Dean is concerned...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Square: Quote H “You’re just a softie”

Warnings: language, angst, negative talk about self/work

A/N: Wrote this as a bit of personal stress relief after some stuff happened. Remember y’all, life may have rough and miserable moments but there are just moments and they’ll pass too. Also written for @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story Bingo!

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Just when you’d gotten your head above water again, something had dragged you back under the surface. It was always the same. Claw your way out only to be smacked back down. Over and over and over. Every time pushed a little more though. Every time you kept some of that stress. Over and over and over.

“What did you just say?” You were stood in front of the open fridge, gulping down half a can of whatever beer Dean had bought. You licked your lips, his face scrunched up as he ditched the spatula in his hand on the counter.

“I said...” you sighed, shutting the fridge and running a hand through your hair. “I had a long day is all Dean.”

“I’d say so. I ask how your day was and you tell me ‘life is miserable’ like that’s a completely normal thing to say.”

You rolled your eyes and he frowned. “Y/N. Why’d you say that?”

“Maybe cause my life is shit?” You gulped down the rest of the can before tossing it in the bin under the sink. He was slack jawed but you didn’t have it in you to put on your fake happy face today. To pretend everything was hunky dory. 

The bottle inside had popped and the cap was not going back on.

You skirted past him out of the kitchen, your roommate jogging down to your bedroom, blocking your path to it.

“What is going on? What do you mean your life is shit? You have a great life,” he said. You laughed, Dean pouting.

“I know I do which is why I keep my damn mouth shut about how much it actually sucks!” you shouted. He didn’t deserve you going off on him but you desperately wanted to be left alone. Dean crossed his arms and you growled. “Dean. Move.”

“No. Not until you tell me all about your shitty life. I want the truth. What’s so fucking shitty?”

“Everything!” you shouted. “My reward for doing well at my stressful job? Here’s even harder stressful work we won’t pay you to do! My reward for choosing a supposedly safe career path? A job I fucking hate. My reward for always being the yes man? Oh, so and so quit because she has a rich husband. Y/N can take her work of course because she’s single! She doesn’t have a husband or kids.  We don’t consider her to have a ‘real’ family or goals or anything but a cog in the machine. She doesn’t even have a house because she’ll never be able to afford one on her own! She can put in the overtime and we’ll work her to the bone! My reward for hard work is being alone and stressed and hating almost every waking hour of my damn life. I’m exhausted all day. I can’t decompress on the weekends. I’m so fucking tired Dean. I’m so tired and what do I have to complain about? I have more than so many other people so why the fuck would I ever complain about any of it? Why would I ever do anything other than keep on chugging along when everyone tells me how great my life is? You’ve said it yourself. I have an amazing career and opportunities and people would kill to be in my position. Well Dean. I never wanted any of that. All I wanted was to be happy and I’m not. I don’t remember the last time I was genuinely happy and didn’t force it for other people. I don’t remember the last time I had a hug. I don’t remember anything other than feeling like life is miserable. Now please, get out of my way. I want to be left alone.”

Dean stepped aside and you slipped into the bedroom, quickly locking the door behind you before any tears could fall.

A knock at the door an hour later made you jump, the distinct scent of spicy queso in the air.

“Y/N? I ordered your favorite takeout to bribe you to come out here and talk to me,” said Dean. I rolled over in bed, staring at the white door. “I got way too much so you’re actually obligated by roommate code to come out here immediately.”

“The takeout budget already ran out for the month.”

“Fuck the fucking budget. Get your ass out here before I tear that door down.”

You sighed and got up, unlocking the door to find a smiling Dean staring back.

“You’re right. Life is miserable.” 

“What?” I blinked at him and he smiled.

“When you put it the way you did, life does seem miserable,” he said. He pulled you into a hug, holding on tight. “Let’s try to make it a little less tonight, hm?”

“Dean-”

“I have a foolproof plan. I went through several drafts,” he said. He picked you up and carried you over to the couch, plopping you down in front of nearly a dozen containers on the coffee table.

“Dean! This is way over budg-” He pressed a finger to your lips and shushed you.

“That’s so cute. You really think you’re going to win this one,” he laughed. He sat beside you, curling his arm around your waist, keeping you close. He reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, holding it out to you. “These are our new roommate rules. Non-negotiable.”

You gave him a side eye and he tapped the page. “Rule one. Work only your required hours. If you’re stressed trying to do your work, bring it up to your boss. If they don’t help, say fuck ‘em and work at a normal pace.”

“I particularly like that one,” he said.

“You realize that doesn’t work right? I-”

“Actually it does. Either they have too much work or too tight of a deadline and that’s not your problem. Show up, do you job, clock out. What’s done is done and the rest comes the next day. Rule number two is tied to that one actually.”

“Rule two. Work stays at work. Home is for food, fun and hugs.” You made a face and he shrugged. “Rule three. Mandatory daily hugs. Rule four. Mandatory weekly fun night with Dean. Rule five. Let’s get out of this apartment and rent a house together.”

“I’m quite partial to those as well,” said Dean, smirking as your eyes caught the last rule to be read. “My favorite is the last one though.”

“Rule six. No more pretending to each other. Bad days. Life shit. My crush on you. We lay it all on the table.” Dean pecked a kiss on your cheek before dipping his head low and pressing a light one to your lips. He pulled back with a soft smile and hummed. “Dean.”

“You don’t have to feel the same, sweetheart. But we’re friends and roomies no matter what. I told you the rules weren’t up for debate and they aren’t. So let’s enjoy dinner, hm?”

You opened your mouth to speak but the words were caught in your throat. Instead, something more brutally honest came out. “Dean I like you but I have to like me again before I start dating someone. I need my head on straight.”

“I’ll wait as long as you need me to.” He opened a food container and handed it to you. “Oh. By the way, just because you don’t have a husband or kids doesn’t mean you’re less important than people that do. Work gets you 9 to 5. The rest of that is your very important quality Netflix binging time with your wonderful roommate. I’d be glad to inform your boss of how people have these things called lives and that you have one. Maybe I can even teach him he has one too!”

You rolled your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder. “Maybe I should quit too. Or just say it’s too much and that I can’t do it all.”

“At a minimum you have to say that. It’s your life and I’m damn sure going to make it a happier one for you again.” You nuzzled closer to him, Dean humming. “See? You’re just a softie. Aren’t you? Rule three is a winner already. We’re definitely keeping that one around.”

“You’ve not won the best roommate ever award unless you got-”

“Carne asda quesadillas? Please. I’m not an amateur.” You set the container in your lap and wrapped your arms around him. “So. Life still miserable?”

“Maybe more like annoying at the moment,” you said. You inhaled deeply, picking up your head to kiss Dean’s cheek, deciding from now on you were definitely going to try harder to not kill yourself at work. “But I’ll get through.”

“That’s my girl.”

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