#erm sorry about this post y'all

[aylinhadtimeforthis]

Lowkey exposing myself a little but I feel like I had to say smth about this bc idk if everyone else here is chill with each other or they secretly have beef but. Sorry if I seem weird about some things it’s probably because of this. And also why I don’t necessarily put weight on “mutuals” as opposed to people I follow. And like I said before some accounts I still interact with without following bc I feel like they still have valid points they make but I don’t wanna be like a traitor follower y’know. Anyway I only say these things to lower people’s expectations of me in case smth bad happens but I don’t really think I’m in the wrong so :P

Hope everyone’s doing good either way. ✌

[ilovechuuy4]

Touch me, baby, put your lips on mine

BSD X Reader, SHORT DRABBLES

warnings; slight description of s3xual intercourse, kissing, vague talk about penetration, snow balling/snowball kissing, head/bj, swallowing sperm, ERM sex..?

How they would kiss you during sex ;3

Characters; Chuuya, Dazai, Akutagawa & fyodor

A/N; GUYS I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING I'VE LITERALLY HAD ZERO MOTIVATION WHATSOEVER AND LIKE I'M WAILING BECAUSE I DON'T POST ENOUGH FOR Y'ALL. SORRY I LAV YEW ALL. (creds to @anitalenia for ribbon banner!

Chuuya - Needy & Passionate♡

"Nggh, cmere, doll. Please" Chuuya panted, you were sat on top of him the two of y'all stripped naked, flesh against flesh. He was burried deep inside you, your hips grinding down against his. "Mhm? Do you want kisses..?" You say with a smile, slowly leaning down to give the ginger what he wanted. Before you could even brush your lips against the other, his lips were slammed into yours until it turned into a needy kiss. His hands trailing down, gripping your thighs tightly.

"Ouhm.. Fuck you taste amazing, darlin'." Chuuya groaned, his tongue pushing past your closed lips. His tongue roamed in your mouth rubbing against the roof of your mouth before tangling with your tongue, yalls saliva mixing together. The kiss was so needy and passionate, as you slow against chuuyas hips causing chuuya to groan loudly, thrusting up inside you.

"Phaw.." You gasp as you pull away from the kiss, a soft whine escaping you at you could feel chuuya pulse inside you. A smirk spread against chuuyas lips as he looked up at you, his hands sliding up your hips before lifting you up before he thruster deeper making you choke on your saliva before letting out a loud moan that echoed through the quiet house. "Let's finish what we started, shall we doll?" Chuuya teased with a sly smirk.

Fyodor - Gentle & Breathy

You were squirming under the russian man, whoms fingers were deep within you. Soft whimpers and whines escaping your mouth as you felt the others fingers withdraw before pushing back inside. It didn't hurt but his bitten nails scrapped lightly against your walls, it just felt weird.. But a good weird. You let out staggered breathes as your hands shakily cup your boyfriend's face. "Kiss me, please my love?" You spoke softly between soft moans of pleasure. "Of course, a kiss for moyo lyubov, always." He spoke softly, his thick accent rolling off his tongue as he leaned down kissing you slowly. You allow your eyes to drift shut your arms wrapped tightly around the others shoulders. You couldn't help but arch your back off the bed slightly as you feel his fingers curl inside you rubbing against that one spot that felt immaculate.

The kiss was so slow and gentle compared to how he was basically massaging your insides with his long, boney fingers. Every twist and turn made you gasp into the kiss. You watched him slowly pull away, your lips centimeters apart as you panted. You could feel his breath on your face before he spoke. "You're all prepared now, yes? Let's get into something more, intamite." He said, kissing slowly down your neck.

Dazai - breathless

Dazai was panting softly, one hand holding your leg up while his other hand held his erection that was pressed against your entrance. "Babe, don't worry there isn't anything to be stressed about." The brunette spoke tenderly, gently easing your leg down, cupping your face with that same hand. "I know, I know.. It's just been a bit. I trust you, 'samu." You mutter softly your face painted with a red hue.

"Look at you, so pretty and ready for me." Dazai teased, leaning down pressing a slow kiss to your warm lips. You arched into the kiss, your hand cupping the back of his neck. Your eyes widen as you felt his tip push inside you causing you to whine into the kiss, your nails digging into his flesh. The other's eyes squinted, your nails digging into his skin causing a slight pain but he put through with it.

He gently pushes his tongue in your mouth, roaming around not once pulling back as he sunk his cock inside of you and before y'all both knew, he was in to the base. You quickly pull back breathless from the passionate kiss, saliva connecting the two of yalls mouths. A smile spread across the brunettes lips as he looked at you "Lookie there, it's all in. I told you that I'd be gentle hm?" Osamu said rolling his hips slowly in a nice and slow pace.

Akutugawa - snowball kisses & aggressive/rough

Starting off with soft thigh kisses that soothed slowly into your head between you lover's legs sucking him off. Akutugawa's lengthy fingers thread through your hair, head thrown back against the headboard. "Fuck, you're really just taking it." The black haired groaned, soft pants following. You suck greedily, your eyes trail up his abdomen before they met his. Akutugawa's face a bright red as he looks away from your gaze his free arm over his face. His entire being was trembling as you sucked him off, it way too stimulating.

"Gah.. I think im going to cum, y/n." He grumbled out and when you took him to his base, a choke came from him as he came in your mouth. You pull back slowly, sitting on your knees. As you went to swallow the thick glue like texture in your mouth, the other that sat breathless in front of you grips your cheeks between his thumb and other four fingers pulling you in for a slightly aggressive kiss.

His tongue quickly shoved into your mouth, your saliva mixed with his own, slightly salty semen, made him shiver. You kiss back, shocked but nonetheless acceptive of the kiss. Yalls tongue mingle in an aggressive dance of love, his pale hands sliding down and gripping your hips, pulling you closer. After a minute or two, he slowly breaks the kiss, swallowing thickly. Akutugawa quickly drags you into his lap, his cock rubbing against your entrance. "Can we get to the best part yet?" He asked before slowly easing his erection inside.

[purpdrawsthings]

Wisnsueleodbsysxgdsfsfsiwvetebsyshsua

Oh, hello.

FINALLY, I've been waiting for ages to literally post this post rahhhhhhhhhhhh

Took me having to half-finish GSP's colors to finish it. You'll see why later =]

Oh yeah, before you scroll even more down, this is a fan art post lmao

Wait, did I spoil to much?

Bleh, enough rambling let's get onto the real stuff.

Erm... Sir... Please stop feeding me lore or I'll have to forcefully give you fanart... /silly

Can you tell I love tv heads

HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA THIS WAS A @tiredsmashbros FAN ART POST Y'ALL!!!!!

Erm... Sorry for that =D

This guy looks epic, and I want more TSB lore just to see him. PLEASE PLEASE TOMM, DO MORE TSB LORE, AN MY LIFE, IS YOURS.

Woah what just happened.

Anyways uhhhhhhh let's move onto the next one.

NOW THIS WAS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

Coughs and dies

I didn't really plan GSP's colors so that's why it took me such a long time to post this.

I think if GSP were too even meet TSB he would be a bit frightened by his chaotic personality and weird ahhhh cartooney logic.

But he wouldn't find him as suspicious as 4 ofc ofc ofc =3

He's neutral/afraid of him hehe

Buttttt if he were to spend some decent time with him, he may find TSB less frightening and actually get close to him lmao.

Anyways uhhhhhhhhhhhh that's about I have to say ehehehehehehehheehhehehe

I uh... I hope Tomm would enjoy this post =3

Yeetus

Small note for Tomm : Love ur art, rlly inspires me, I still cannot understand or fathom on how the hell you even color things so beautifully

Wanna say something more poetic than that but rahhhhhhh my brain ain't cooking today 😭

You'll forever be one of my fav SMG4 artists =3

[camvrin]

gang as streamers

maz would be the most problematic alongside me (given sometimes we say things on impulse and then backtrack by smacking a hand over our mouth with "I am so sorry. omg.")... but not "problematic" like Melanie Martinez no like. "oh hell nah y'all are WILDDDD for this 😭" "guys I can't keep defending u."

Devon is an actual Cory like they'll post something they'll stream but then go AWOL for six months and come back like "what's good chat 😈.."

Devon is the least interactive with their fan base outside of streaming unless they're tagged in shit or see something that makes them go "wait wait wait hold on a minute."

Jake has the LEAST problematic fanbase and he's easily more popular because. have you seen his rants he'd be like a Charlie but in a. Jake way

we're all the most problematic people ever whenever we're doing a stream together people have clips of things they shouldn't

ykw I'm talking about Devon being a Cory, I act like I hate my fanbase and proceed to disappear too "OLIVER stop posting on everything BUT yt/twitch. DO A STREAM ITS BEEN MONTHS"

we're like Inquisitormaster we have a plethora of ships left and right and one day we do a reaction and someone comes out and says "guys what if they're just poly?" and we make the mistake of entertaining without clarifying it was a joke and all fanbases go insane

drinking streams... 🤤 except I'm (me and probably Maz.) are raging alcoholics so there's a shit ton of clips which include Jake and Devon being tired of my (our) bullshit

irl streams once we're all comfortable like we do house tourssss, bakingggg, vlogsss,,,

"we've known each other since 2020... we were all still in late elementary or smth HAHA" and we earn the title of #onlinefriendshipgoals

ship clips

we have so many out of context compilations it could be damaging to our careers 😭🙏🏽

we all have roles too like "Jake being that tired older sibling for 13 minutes and 04 seconds" / "Solar being the baby for twenty minutes straight" / "Devon being a D1 Instigator™ during the Among Us stream" / "Cameron giving peak theatre kid for 10 minutes"

erm wait guys add more I'm pooping rn 🤓🤞🏽

@barneysbigstompers @anonoob @mazzywazzy69

[snowconestufftsblog]

So erm- sorry for just vanishing off the face of the earth my guys, just haven't really made anything i felt like it was worth being posted here and I know the majority of yall are here just for my mcyt art stuff and my ass hasn't made any -3-". I ain't stopping or have lost interest in it, definitely not by a long shot. Just haven't found anything I could make that's simple to make but good enough to please y'all. I will definitely post soon but don't get too hype pls. And 1 more thing to say, I know this will break a lot of y'all's hearts, but I might drop the Serial killer winners AU, but but, I am willing to give this idea to anyone who can put it to better use than me. You wouldn't have to worry about giving credit cause honestly I wont care about that. But I just wanted to make that clear. I'm sorry if really loved it and wanted more, I did too, just motivation to continue it lost and I fully understand if yall wanna leave this blog cause of it. It won't hurt me at all if you do. I just wanted to give an update for everyone and I will still continue to do stuff here. I hope you guys are doing well and have a wonderful day!

[cherry-blossom-qf]

I, uh, wanted to do more Undertale Magolor shit (context here)

So, I made outfits for him for some of the Endings in Undertale! (hence why I went on a rant about Undertale yesterday lmao)

Context for each ending showed here...

King Papyrus Ending: Magolor rules over the underground with Papyrus as the underground's "second king" (tho the mentions that the title is "unfitting" for him). Him and Papyrus get really close in this ending, bonding together through hard times. However, it pains Magolor seeing Papyrus carry so much weight on this shoulders. And having to lie about Papyrus' friends being on vacation hurts him even more. Especially since he can tell that Papyrus knows the truth and is just living in denial. During Sans' voice message, Sans will hand over the phone to Magolor and leave him alone, then will Magolor tears up... BEGGING Frisk to reset!! Tell them that he cares too much to see Papyrus suffer like this. This ending is the most heartbreaking out off them all.

King MTT Ending (Alive Papyrus): Magolor becomes Mettaton's agent along with the skeleton brothers. He also helps Mettaton sell his merch to the monsters with his skills in shopkeeping. However, during Sans' voice message, he says that Mettaton is a "terrible boss" and that "we've made a mistake"

Queen Toriel Ending (Alive Papyrus): Magolor becomes Toriel's royal gardener (and scientist if Alphys is still around). Turning Sans' voice message, if it's the Flawed Pacifist, he'll mention how "incomplete" this all feels and how "this doesn't feel like the full story". However, if it's the Exiled Queen or Betrayed Undyne Endings, he'll mention that Frisk should've spared more monsters.

True Pacifist Ending: Magolor is on the surface with everyone. If Frisk decides to be the monster's ambassador, then he'll be Frisk agent and bodyguard. If not, then he'll get the ambassador role (sorry Papyrus, politics are for eggs!). Regardless if Frisk stays or not, Magolor will stick with Toriel. And in the end credits, he's in the car with Papyrus, enjoying the breeze in the front passenger seat.

Genocide Lor Ending: ...erm... I feel like that ending deserves it's own post. Maybe one day I'll actually make that post? Probably. For now... y'all can make your own thoughts by the pic alone.

[late-to-the-party-81]

I posted 6,195 times in 2022

That's 4,283 more posts than 2021!

386 posts created (6%)

5,809 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sidepartskinnyjeans

@late-to-the-party-81

@angrythingstarlight

@christywantspizza

@jobean12-blog

I tagged 4,762 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#late to the queue - 3,181 posts

#lates fic recs - 2,120 posts

#bucky barnes - 1,180 posts

#bucky barnes x reader - 830 posts

#comment reply - 645 posts

#steve rogers - 502 posts

#marvel - 446 posts

#bucky barnes x you - 433 posts

#steve rogers x reader - 393 posts

#bucky x reader - 352 posts

Longest Tag: 56 characters

#𝐬𝐮𝐳𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Tomorrow is not too late

AN: This fic is for the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming's Jardin de Poemas challenge, and who better to use than Ari? My chosen poetry prompt is in bold.

Whilst this definitely can be read as a stand alone, there is a brief nod to this little ficlet I wrote, so that could be seen as a prequel.

Beta by @navybrat817, divider by @firefly-graphics, mood board by me (with credits to those who took the photos)

Find my master list here

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277 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

#4

Learn your lesson

A/N: Have a thot for Chris Evan’s birthday. Can be read alone or as a follow-up to Language.

Check out my master list

Beta’d by @christywantspizza 

Mood board by me (Chris Evan’s hands pic by @riricitaa)

Divider by @firefly-graphics 

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279 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#3

Whatta Man

AN: Well folks, I've beaten my own record for length of a one-shot. I could have posted this as a mini-series, but didn't want to tease y'all.

This is full of filth and I am not sorry in the slightest. This is a no-powers AU.

Mood board by me, dividers by @firefly-graphics and beta'd by my dream team.

Master list here

Pairing: CamBoy Sam x Fem Room-mate reader, Nat x Steve (Background)

Word count: 11k

CW: Fluff, Angst and SMUT!!! (inc both male and female masturbation, the former described in a lot of detail)

MINORS DNI

Do not copy/transfer/transform this work. If you see it posted anywhere but here or on my AO3 (Late_to_the_party_81) it has been taken without my consent.

“You want me to do what?”

Your voice rose to a high squeak as you processed what Nat had just asked. Your roommate at least had the decency to hide her face behind her hands, and peek at you from between her fingers.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but Steve’s place is rented, and I own this apartment. It just makes more sense for him to move in with me than the other way around.”

You weren’t angry with her; far from it. You were pleased that her relationship with Steve had progressed to the next level and they were moving in together, but the fact that it meant that you had to move out had your head in a spin. You’d moved in with her two years ago when her younger sister, Yelena, had left to go to college and you were desperate to get out of your parent’s house.

You twisted your sweater sleeves around your hands as you tried to process everything.

“So, erm, I suppose I ought to start looking for somewhere else?”

You really didn’t want to have to move back in with your parents; you and your mom were too alike to be able to get on for longer than a few days.

“Well… about that. Steve and Sam have still got 9 months left on their lease, so Sam will be looking for someone to share with. Gives you a bit more breathing room and would make moving much easier.”

Nat’s suggestion made sense. You didn’t know Steve’s roommate Sam that well; he tended to keep to himself, but you’d never heard any complaints from Steve about him. Could you move in with a man you barely knew, even if his friends and yours could vouch for him? Well, when the other option was your parents, the answer was a resounding “Yes!”.

“Let’s hang out, the four of us. If I feel that Sam is someone I can live with for the short term, then we can set up a moving date.”

Nat squealed and threw herself at you, wrapping her arms around you and knocking you back on the sofa cushions. She peppered kisses all over your face, leaving red lipstick marks.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her over-enthusiastic gratitude. And anyway, how bad could living with Sam be?

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338 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#2

In the Hall of the Mountain King

AN: Choo-choo! All aboard the train to Pleasureville (via Wakanda) for @mobbucky's #trainfest.

This is not the fic I was planning for her celebration, but here it is! Dialogue prompt in bold.

Beta'd by the ever lovely @yarnforbrains and dividers by @firefly-graphics

As usual, this fic is not suitable for Minor's.

Please check out my master list.

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: M'Baku and Journalist! Reader

CW: Voyeurism, Smut (thigh-riding, fingering, p-in-v sex, unprotected sex), size kink, being restrained during sex, pet-names, M'Baku (thick-thighed daddy is a warning!)

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366 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Making Biscuits

AN: So this was a little silly thought by @duchessoftheheart, which I, with her permission, ran with. It's also my first solo Bucky x Reader fic.

Not beta'd, Mood board by me, dividers by @firefly-graphics

Check out my master list here

Pairing: Reader x Bucky; Alpine the Cat x Bucky

Word count: approx 750

CW: Fluff, mentions of smut, Alpine (she's a warning)

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386 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

It appears I love Elsie the most! 😘😘😘

[thought-tracing]

media of the week!

3/9/2024 I forgot to do it last week so some stuff will be from last week. :p Also this week was my spring break ^_^

Music

gonna have a LOT since last week

directed by THEE Gregg Araki baybee.... love absolutely

WUT THE FACK!!!!! Holy shit what a banger y'all Lil Yachty is on a run soz

#Sleaze 👅

HAAAANDS ON MY KNEES AINT NOBODY SEEN MOVES LIKE THEEEESE AYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!

This is like Air-y-RNB Absolutely love sooooo good SHOUTOUT KELELAAAAAA

holy CLASSIC damn if you don't know you don't have a brain.

LOVING these two from the new caroline polachek deluxe. and yes i know this came out a while ago and i'm just now tapping in CRYYYY ABOUT IT

WOW 2-0 on losers! videos and music LOVELOVELOVE wow i'm #2 losers! stan only behind madeon probably

GUYS THIS SONG IS OFFICIALLY OUT BY MARS ARGO ON SPOTIFY / APPLE MUSIC YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED SORRY

I was scrolling on their SoundCloud and found this HIT omg..... yes

oh we all knew this was going to be a hit cmon now.... IM JUST LIVING THAT LYFEEE

Wyatt's fault next

shoutout porter robinson no originals. dj set !!

GABBY START DO THIS AGAIN MAKE IT LONGER HELLO

Holy shit jane remover... holy shit holy shit omfogmfogmfogm

OMG SHOUTOUT THE PERSON ON TUMBLR NAMED MGNACRRRTA THAT LIKED ONE OF MY POSTS SO I LOOKED UP THEIR NAME AND IT WAS THIS BAND BUT OFC THE TUMBLR ACCOUNT WAS JUST A FAN BUT LOLOL THANkS FOR PUTTING ME ON

vava voooom voom

Movies

nowhere

YES YALL I WATCHED A MOVIE THIS WEEK!!!!! ok its a rewatch but STILL it was nowhere by gregg araki and if you follow me on here you've already seen me reblog 1000 posts about it immediately after I watched it lol. so dope araki is so gay i love...

TV

naur

Games

erm... sound voltex idk.

SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!

[hellothere-generalangsty]

🎉 212th Celebration 🎉

Edit: event closed

I don't know how to start this post, so let's start with a Thank You.

Thank You for being here, supporting me, bearing with me and my messy account, for reading my painful stories and Western AU, for talking with me about headcanons, theories, how pretty the boys are; for allowing me to be your friend and/or mutual, for being amazing people who made my life on this app so movely and exciting. I lost count of how many smiles and silent screams and tears I had because of you all.

So Thank You. For everything.

Now that the emotional part is done and y'all cried your souls out because of how ✨ p o e t i c ✨ it was....;) I want to introduce you to the idea I had.

So lately I've seen a lot of posts about people feeling insecure/ self-conscious; I also read a One Shot about that; and I also know the finale kind of wrecked us all; and I also know I kinda felt self-conscious about my fleshy vessel, so here is the idea.

You can send me an insecurity, something you're self-conscious about, something you wish to see normalized/ less judged; send me a character you want to see involved, and the genre of the story.

Basically, I want to offer you the chance of being self-indulgent and feel good and/or better about yourself. Life is hard, sometimes it get tough to accept and love ourselves, and I feel like it's important to spread some positivity and self-appreciation!

So here:

Send me an insecurity, or something you feel self-conscious about

Send me one (or more) character(s) you want to see involved

It can be reader x ??? or with only SW characters and no reader

Send me the genre ; fluff, angst, smut (it is allowed, so feel free to enjoy while it lasts 😂)

Feel free to add (or not) details about you, if you want to see a specific quote or element in the fic, etc.

I think that's all! If you have any questions, feel free to ask them 😊 Also please know that you can ask anonymously, this blog is a safe place and I understand that some of you might feel bad about showing your usernames <3

Thank you again, requests are open from today (18/08/2021) to 25/08/2021 !

(I shortened the date for erm- reasons, sorry about that, but feel free to still send your requests in the meantime!)

Also don't worry for the 5-6 requests I have sitting in my inbox, I will work on them I just feel a bit uninspired about them atm so I also hope this celebration post will bring me some inspo!

[ghostly-thorn]

I'm back

Hey guys

It's been a while. Sorry If I've been unresponsive, but these 12 hours shifts really have been the death of me. Most of the time I end up working an extra hour, if not more. I live an hour away from the hospitals and trains aren't so common.

So yeah, it does wear me out. The good news though is that after 2 12 hour shifts in a row, I tend to have 2 to 3 days off, which means more free time for writing.

I'll be honest though, I haven't touched my WIP since... erm... March? Been stuck at some key moment of the story where I'm trying to clash "jolly happy music" with a dark and gritty moment. Some may have seen my latest posts talking about a horror scene, and also Sonia's encounter. But of course my dumb ass mind decided to use the track "We will be heroes" from Pokémon, which "lyrically" speaking is accurate, but the tone is completely off. Thus, I'm struggling to find words to fit the clashing theme here

and no, I won't discard this track cause it's really important lore-wise

So yeah, back to square one

I hope y'all are doing well. I miss you. And I love you

Dearly, Ghostly-Thorn

(Here's a commission from tmwolf93 for the upcoming chapter. I won't say more, try and come up with theories ;-) )

[from-a-reckless-writer]

Midnight Calls and Moving-In.

Author's Note: IF YOU'RE NOT A SUPERCORP STAN, JUST IGNORE AND SCROLL PAST THIS. Apologies for the long post...

“Alex?”

“God, Kara? What the fuck? It’s 3 a.m.” Alex groggily mutters as she hazily sits up careful not to wake Kelly next to her and checks the time. It was the fucking middle of the night what the hell was Kara calling her for? Despite the initial annoyance she couldn’t help the worry seep through her at the thought of her sister in trouble though.

“D-do you think that I’ve moved in with Lena?” Her sister replies, voice hesitant and shaky.

“What?”

“It’s just uh well, Nia. She said something about me and Lena and erm, how we’re basically living together.” Kara started to ramble, “But, that can’t be. Right, Alex? I mean I have an apartment. I have my own apartment, an apartment where I sleep in and Lena has her own apartment where she sleeps in. Well, I guess I do sleep in her apartment sometimes, BUT ONLY SOMETIMES ALEX! I mean two weeks in a row can still be considered sometimes right, Alex? And-“

Oh, for the love of god.

“Kara, Kara calm down. Again. What?” Alex was way too sleepy for this. She covered double shifts at the DEO today for fuck’s sake. Being the Director ain’t easy. She loves Kara, really she does but this whole ‘Lena this, Lena that’ is getting old. Why can’t Luthor just kiss her and be done with it? Alex is losing sleep because of this, goddsake.

Alex takes a breath and swings her legs on the side of the bed and plants her feet on the ground as she tries to make sense of what her sister is telling her.

“Okay, so you have your own place and Lena has hers and no, Kara, two weeks isn’t considered sometimes. It’s frequent. Way tooo frequent. Now, what exactly is the problem?”

“Uh, I don’t think it’s two weeks?”

“Well, then-“

“I haven’t seen the walls of my apartment for a month, Alex.” Kara quietly admits and then there was a breath, “Rao, Alex! I haven’t seen my apartment for a month! Because all of my clothes are here and my books and my laptop and I hadn’t even realized!” She exclaimed and then there was a bit of shuffling and an ‘Oh, sorry. No, I’m fine. Don’t worry. Sorry, I was just talking to Alex. Go to sleep, it’s fine. Mm-hmm.’

“Kara,” Alex starts, “Was that-“

“Lena, yes.”

“Wait are you-“

“In her bed, yes.”

“At her-“

“Penthouse. Rao, yes. ALEX DO YOU SEE WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT?”

Oh.

Oh, this was rich. Her sister truly was something else.

“So, what exactly are you asking me, Kara?”

“ALEX HOW DID I NOT KNOW WE’VE MOVED IN TOGETHER?!” Kara whispered-shouted.

“Well, I don’t know maybe it’s with the same reason, that you still believe Lena sees you as a friend. Or maybe you just got distracted with all the mind-blowing sex, you don’t tell me about.”

“Alex!”

“What? Like it isn’t true?”

“This isn’t a joke. And, and—Lena and I aren’t having sex! She’s my best friend, okay?”

“Look, Kara we all know you both want something more. For fuck’s sake you’re in her bed right now, and had been sleeping there for God knows how long and you really mean to tell me that there’s nothing?”

Alex pointed out. She just really needs Kara to realize all this sooner, preferably realize it in less than five minutes. Alex needs to curl up and bury her head in Kelly’s hair and sleep goddamnit.

“Alex what do I do?” Her sister finally whispers.

“Oh, sweetie. I advise you two talk. I think you really, really have a lot to talk about. “

“Yeah, yeah. I think so too.”

“And do it as soon as possible, Kara.”

“Yeah. Uhm I guess, I’ll have to tell her how I feel in the morning. Do you think I should mention the whole moving in thing? Do you think we could get a dog? Rao, what if she doesn’t want to move in? Do I take all my stuff back to my apartment? But I really, really love Lena. Lena’s penthouse, er-I meant her penthouse, I love it a lot.” Kara lets it all out in one breath and Alex knows she’s got to play the big sister card right.

“Kara, just talk to her. Yes, you should mention the moving in thing. No, I don’t think Lena would get you a dog. Kara, this is Lena we’re talking about, she would love if you’d move in. No, you won’t need to take all your stuff back at your apartment. I know you love, Lena. Don’t even try to deny it. But in case it all goes to shit—even though that would be the most unlikely thing to happen—I’m here for you, okay?”

She hears a sigh from the other line, “Yeah, okay. Thanks for saying that, Alex. Erm, sorry for waking you. I should probably let you sleep. Good night, Alex.”

“No problem. I love you. Good night, Kara.”

Alex was just about to hang up when,

“WAIT ALEX!”

“Yeah?”

“Do you really think Lena wouldn’t want to get a dog?”

Bonus:

Two weeks later, Alex finds herself balancing two boxes filled with Kara's art supplies in her arms and unto an expensive penthouse. And tries very hard not to trip and dodge as a puppy—enthusiastic as his owner—yaps and runs circles around Alex's legs.

Author's note: So I had this random thought at the back of my mind that while Nia and Kara are out getting coffee Nia asks how Kara and Lena make living together work and Kara almost spits out her coffee. Because, first of all Lena and her weren't living together and *nervous chuckles* where did Nia get that idea from? And it bothers her till she can't sleep and just calls Alex at 3 am because she's a gay mess.

Anyways hope y'all like it. Supercorp endgame. Tell me your thoughts?

[helloalycia]

I hate you [two] // kate (tanner hall)

summary: your date with Kate ends up being found out by literally everyone, but that doesn't stop you both from having the best time you can.

warning/s: none.

author's note: this has been sitting since the last one was posted and y'all seemed to like it so i thought i'd post! :)

one | masterlist

          I was reading a book on my bed when Y/BF/N spoke up from her side of our shared room.

         "I'm thinking of going into town to buy some new shoes this weekend," she said, catching my attention. "You wanna come?"

         I lowered my book, growing nervous. "Erm, I've got plans this weekend."

         "Oh, what're you doing?"

         I smiled awkwardly, shrugging. "Oh, you know... just stuff... might go to the park."

         I facepalmed internally at how unbelievable that sounded. Y/BF/N raised an eyebrow with amusement.

         "You're lying. You've got plans with someone."

         I pulled a face. "What? No, I don't..."

         She jumped off her bed and onto mine, squealing excitedly. "Oh my god, you do! You've got a date!"

         I rolled my eyes, feeling my hands grow clammy with nerves. "No, I don't."

         Y/BF/N eyeballed me suspiciously. "Mm-hm. If you say so. You know I'll find out eventually, right?"

         I shrugged. "Don't know what you're talking about."

         She chuckled and went back to her own bed, leaving me to my book. I sighed with relief, glad that the conversation was over. It's not that I was ashamed of my date with Kate, I just wasn't ready to share it with anyone yet. What if it didn't work out? What if it went nowhere?

         Oh, screw it. I wasn't worried because of that. I was a little scared that if people found out, they would treat me differently. Make fun of me because of my interest in girls. Or, well, girl. It was stupid. But it didn't change how I felt about it all. I'd tell Y/BF/N eventually, I promised myself. I would. Just not now.

         That mindset didn't last long however, as the next afternoon, a few days before Kate and I's date, I headed to my bedroom to grab some textbooks when Y/BF/N saw me and jumped up with excitement.

         "It's Kate!"

         I furrowed my eyebrows. "Hi to you, too..."

         "Your date!" she clarified, grinning at me. "You've got a date with Kate this weekend! That's why you won't go with me this weekend."

         I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I watched her with shock. "Erm, how do you- how do you know that, Y/BF/N?"

         She sensed my nervousness as she moved forward and rested a hand on my forearm. She gave me a reassuring smile and said, "It's okay, Y/N. I'm really happy for you. It makes sense, I mean, Kate has been flirting with you nonstop for, like, ever."

         "Thanks, but how did you find out?" I repeated, still a little confused.

         "Everybody kinda knows," she admitted, smiling apologetically. "I overheard some girls talking about it. It's kind of everywhere."

         My face grew warm as I nodded. "Oh..."

         "Y/N, it's totally okay," she said, reassuring me once again. "This is awesome. I hope you have a great time. I'll help you get ready. And you better tell me everything, yeah?"

         I nodded, though I was only half listening. I was still curious as to how everybody had found out about Kate and I's date. I hadn't told anyone and the only other person who knew was Kate herself. Wait a minute...

         "I'm gonna be right back," I said to Y/BF/N, backing up to the door. "I gotta do something."

         Y/BF/N nodded, though wore a confused expression. "Okay, see ya..."

         I left our room and headed to the other end of the long, winding corridor where Kate's room was. I knocked on it, waiting as patiently as I could as I tried to think about what I was going to say.

         After what felt like forever, the door finally opened revealing Lucasta, another of Kate's friends and roommates.

         "Hey... Y/N," she said upon seeing me. A friendly smile was on her lips as she said, "What's up?"

         I cleared my throat and offered her a small smile. "Hey, erm, sorry to bother you, but is Kate here? I was hoping I could speak with her."

         Lucasta glanced over her shoulder and I heard mumbling between her and some others. I think it was Fern and Kate...? Eventually, she stepped to the side and Kate came to the door, grinning at me.

         "Hey, what's up?" she asked, eyes looking me up and down with a cheeky smile.

         I hated that I grew flustered under her stare. "Hey, can we talk for a minute? In private?"

         She nodded, stepping out of her room and closing her door behind her. We went by the window of the empty hall, her facing me with a slightly puzzled expression.

         "What's wrong?" she asked, watching me with mild concern. "You okay?"

         I sighed. "Did you tell everyone about our date this weekend?"

         She quirked an eyebrow, a confused smile on her lips. "No, why?"

         I pressed my lips together as I avoided her eyes. "Y/BF/N said she overheard some girls talking about it earlier and apparently everybody knows about it."

         Kate seemed in thought as she leaned against the wall. "Hmm... I told the girls and I guess Victoria was there, too. Fern says she has a bit of a big mouth, so maybe she told everyone."

         I breathed out, hoping my nerves would settle. Kate stood up straight again, giving me a forced smile.

         "Why are you bothered? Were you ashamed of it?" she asked and it was the first time I'd ever heard hurt in her voice before.

         I felt guilty as I saw offence flash across her expression. I shook my head instantly, taking her hands in mine and squeezing them gently.

         "No, Kate, of course not," I said, meeting her warm brown eyes. "I just didn't know... I didn't know how it would go down when people found out. I didn't want anyone to make fun of us or anything."

         I knew my face must have been flaming hot with embarrassment as I looked down at our hands, unable to look her in the eyes any longer.

         She let go of one of my hands and used it to raise my head, forcing me to meet her eyes.

         "Who would make fun of us? Of you?" she asked, watching me worriedly.

         I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. I'm sorry."

         "No," she said, refusing to drop it. She kept eye contact as she said, "I won't let anybody make fun of you for anything, Y/N. If they do, they have to answer to me."

         I smiled awkwardly.

         "Do you still want to go out this weekend?" she asked, eyes searching mine questioningly. "If you're uncomfortable, you don't have to."

         "No, I do." I nodded eagerly, giving her a reassuring smile. "I want to go, Kate."

         She smiled with relief. "Good. Because I'm really excited."

         I felt my heart fluttering at how caring she was for my feelings. "Me, too," I said.

         She grinned and her eyes flickered to my lips before she moved forward and stole a quick kiss before pulling away, keeping ahold of my hands.

         "Good. If anyone gives you shit, you let me know," she insisted, eyes peering down at me.

         My lips tingled from her kiss as I nodded. "Okay."

***

         The date came around faster than I thought and Y/BF/N had followed through with her word and helped me get ready. Kate said we were going into town to some Chinese restaurant, one of the few places that wasn't dead around there. So, I settled with a simple yet comfortable outfit, though I'd be lying if I said I didn't make any effort to impress just a little bit.

         "You should get going now, she'll be waiting for you," Y/BF/N said as she finished curling my hair. "You look beautiful, Y/N."

         I smiled nervously and pulled her in for a hug. "Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it."

         "Any time," she said, before ushering me to the door. "Now go and have some fun!" She spun me around in the doorway, to face her. A serious expression was on her face as she added, "Remember. Be safe, don't do anything I wouldn't do, and tell me all about it when you get back."

         I laughed. "I promise."

         With a last shove from her, I headed downstairs to the main entrance, spotting Kate waiting by the door, her attention taken by some framed photos on the wall. She looked amazing and way too cool to be going out with me. She was wearing a leather jacket on top of a crop top, some jeans and boots. Her blonde hair was left hanging over her shoulders and my mouth suddenly went dry.

         "Hey," I said once I was down the stairs, finding words.

         "Hey," she began, eyes still on the photos, "is it just me or are those frames not equally put- woah." She had finally torn her eyes away from the photos and was staring at me with wide eyes.  "You look amazing."

         I felt my heart beating a little bit faster as she stared me up and down, before grinning at me.

         "Thanks," I said, meeting her eyes. "So do you."

         She moved forward and touched my hair. "You suit your hair down. You should leave it out more often."

         Now I definitely ran out words, unable to think up a coherent sentence as she dropped her hand back by her side and met my eyes with her glowing hazel ones. She was chuckling now, knowing she'd, once again, rendered me speechless.

         "Come on, we should go before we miss the bus," she said with amusement, holding out her hand.  

         I rolled my eyes playfully and placed my hand in hers, allowing her to lead me out the doors.

***

         "I'm paying, Y/N," Kate said adamantly. "I asked you out after all."

         "At least go splitsies," I insisted, though Kate was the most stubborn person I'd ever met, so I knew she wouldn't budge.

         "Next time," she said with a humoured smile, pulling out her purse.

         "You seem pretty confident that there'll be a next time," I teased, raising my eyebrow.

         She waved over a waitress before smirking at me. "I'm pretty sure there will be."

         I pursed my lips, trying to hold in my smile, but it was impossible. She'd had me smiling all through dinner.

         After Kate paid, we both left the restaurant and decided to go through town. It was dark out now, but the sky looked beautiful full of stars, and this small, uneventful town didn't look so bad at the moment. Kate looped her arm through mine and pulled me close as we walked.

         "If my memory is correct, I believe there's an ice cream truck right around this corner," she said adorably, and when we rounded the corner, she fist pumped.

         "You're such a nerd," I mumbled, watching her with adoration.

         "Do you want ice cream or not?" she asked rhetorically, and all it took was a nod from myself before she cheered and dragged me to the truck.

         There was a mother and her younger daughter getting served and Kate was impatiently jumping up and down beside me. I laughed and tried to hold her still, but she gave me a knowing look, as if ice cream was a valid excuse to become impatient.

         "Okay, they're done being served, now go on, you big child," I said once the mother and kid left. Kate grinned and moved forward, dragging me along with her.

         "Hi, ladies, what can I get you?" the ice cream man asked.

         "Two scoops of bubblegum ice cream, please," Kate requested with an innocent smile. She glanced at me. "What would you like?"

         "Mint chocolate chip."

         "And another cone with two scoops of mint chocolate chip, please," she added, looking back to the ice cream man.

         "That's eight dollars," he said as he was scooping the ice cream. "You ladies want any sauce or sprinkles?"

         I shook my head, as did Kate, and she reached into her pocket to grab her purse. I didn't even bother trying to pay because I knew what she'd say, so I watched as she pulled a bunch of stuff from her jacket pocket, trying to pull out her purse.

         She ended up pulling out her purse, a hair tie, a quarter, a sweet wrapper and a cigarette packet. I took the napkin-wrapped ice cream cones from the man and sighed quietly at the sight of her cigarette packet, forgetting that was a habit of hers.

         "What?" she asked, giving me an amused glance.

         She paid the man and thanked him before the two of us walked away.

         I shrugged, handing her her ice cream cone. Trying to change the subject, I licked all around the edge of my ice cream before saying, "You know, the first thing you should do when getting an ice cream is lick it all around so it doesn't drip."

         Kate laughed and took the napkin from her cone. "The first thing you do is also get it all over your face," she teased, before wiping my mouth with her napkin. "And stop trying to change the subject. Why d'you sigh back there?"

         As we continued walking side by side, I looked ahead and said, "Honestly, it's just a little off-putting that you smoke."

         Her smile widened with amusement as she stared at me. "And why's that?"

         I gave her a knowing look. "Come on, Kate. You know why. For one, the smell? If you keep smoking, it will linger on you and you'll start to smell of tobacco. Then there's the taste, which I can only imagine is horrible. And the fact that it's killing you... need I go on?"

         She was still watching me as I finished, now smiling cheekily. "Why would you taste it if I'm the one smoking it? Unless..."

         I was confused, but the longer she stared, I soon realised she was being dirty-minded and had to roll my eyes, only making her laugh.

         "Seriously, Kate," I said, before licking my ice cream. "Have you ever considered quitting?"

         She shrugged and licked her own ice cream, staring ahead as we walked. "I don't know. I could quit if I wanted to, but I like it. It calms me when I'm stressed."

         "What if I ask nicely?" I said, cocking my head to the side and staring at her.  

         She smiled and looked at me, raising her eyebrows. "Y/N."

         "Kate," I said in the same way she did, not backing down.

         Her eyes peered into mine confidently, but I didn't falter. I cared about her enough to not want her to hurt her body like she was doing.

         "Fine," she gave in, sighing as she un-looped her free arm from mine and reached into her pocket, grabbing the cigarette packet and lighter.

         I smiled proudly, licking my ice cream and watching her go to the nearest bin and toss both of them in it. She approached me with a sarcastic smile.

         "Happy now?" she asked, linking her arm with mine again.

         I chuckled. "Let's see how long that'll last."

         "As long as I want it to," she retorted knowingly.

         I grinned. "Well, I'm proud of you anyway." I leaned forward and kissed her gently, before pulling away.

         "Will I keep getting more kisses if I don't smoke anymore?" she asked, an obnoxiously beautiful smile on her lips as she looked down at me.

         I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Maybe."

         "Totally worth it," she mumbled, and I laughed before leaning into her arm.

         I licked my ice cream and a comfortable silence fell between us as we walked through town. There were still some locals walking about and we had about an hour before we had to be back at school, so there was no pressure or reason to leave just yet. It was lovely, relaxing, an amazing evening.

         "This flavour is so good," I said, breaking the silence when I got an idea. "That might be because I've not had ice cream in a while, though."

         "Mmm," Kate agreed as she ate her own.

         "Want a taste?" I asked, holding out my cone for her to lick.

         "Sure," she said, leaning in to lick it. She nodded, giving me a look of agreement. "It's pretty good."

         I smiled mischievously and pushed the cone into her face a little, making her gasp as her mouth and nose got covered in ice cream. I laughed when she glared at me, resisting the urge to laugh.

         "That was very much worth it," I said, licking my ice cream innocently.

         She pursed her lips and nodded before looking at me teasingly. "You want to taste it?"

         I gave her a knowing look. "It's my ice cream, idiot. And if you think I'm gonna fall for the same trick then you must be ve-"

         She silenced me by pressing her ice cream-covered lips to my numb ones. She rested her free hand on the nape of my neck and held me close, before slipping her tongue between my lips and taking me by surprise. I barely got chance to react before she pulled away, licking her lips and meeting my eyes with her troublesome ones.

         "How did that taste?" she asked with a smirk, eyes staring me down intimidatingly.

         I felt my cheeks heating up as I opened my mouth to speak, but I didn't know what to say, which made her smile widen.

         "I hate you," I finally said, making her laugh as she used her napkin to wipe her face then mine.

         "No, you don't," she said knowingly, and I hated that she was right.

         After we finished our ice cream, we caught the bus back to school so we wouldn't miss our curfew, and Kate walked me to my room sweetly.

         "I had a really lovely time tonight, Kate, thank you," I said quietly, unsure if Y/BF/N was asleep in our room.

         "Me, too," she said, smiling adorably at me. "Thanks for letting me take you out."

         I felt my stomach doing somersaults as she looked at me, stepping forward. She pressed a gentle kiss to my lips before smiling at me.

         "Goodnight, Y/N," she said, squeezing my hand before stepping back. "I'll see you tomorrow."

         I waved goodbye to her, not trusting myself to say anything that wouldn't embarrass me in this very moment. I turned around and walked into my room, grinning to myself like a silly teen with a crush, but that's exactly what this was.

         I noticed Y/BF/N asleep in her bed, a lamp on beside her. I chuckled to myself and pulled her blanket over her, planning to tell her everything she wanted to know tomorrow at breakfast.

         For now, I had to try and figure out a way to fall asleep without Kate stuck in my head. But judging by the permanent smile stuck on my lips, I knew that would be impossible.

[asouthernsamwell]

Through the Stomach to the Heart

A big thank you to @dumouwin for being a wonderful beta, and also super supportive about me posting my first ever fic! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Eric Richard Bittle is convinced that his new captain hates him, and his baking, since Jack Zimmermann won't touch a single thing that Bitty bakes. Jack, on the other hand, discovers that he has a problem even more vexing than not being able to eat gluten.

Eric Richard Bittle knew two things. One, introducing oneself with food was a sure way to make friends; and two, that rule went double for student athletes (even if they couldn't be counted on to still be friendly in three week's time, it never hurt to get off to a good start). Besides, things were supposed to be different at Samwell, and Eric was optimistic.

The two pies he brought to practice on the first day were mauled, and everyone seemed friendly, so he considered his first day a success. The captain of the team, Jack Zimmermann, seemed indifferent to the pies, but Eric figured he didn't want to show favoritism, or was just really strict about his personal diet plan.

However, after a few months of Jack not even sampling his baking once, Bitty (as he had been christened by his new teammates) finally worked up the nerve to ask about it.

“Does he hate me?” Bitty whispered, as Jack once again bypassed a pie fresh from the oven in favor of a protein shake.

“Who, Jack?” Ransom asked around a mouthful of pie.

“Nah bro, don't worry about Jack, he's just like that,” Holster responded, before practically unhinging his jaw to shovel more pie into his mouth.

“But I've never met anyone who wouldn't even taste my pies! Even stuck up Eliza Mae tried my county fair blue ribbon pie! I get that he takes hockey seriously, and adores his diet plan, but would it kill him to try just one bite of something someone else made? I mean, y'all devour my pies, and he won't even come near them! Oh gosh, what if he hates me for feeding his entire team pie? I can't just not bake for people!”

“Brah, chill. Take a breath, it's okay. Jack just does his own thing, I'm sure he doesn't hate you.” Ransom served himself another piece of pie, “After all, he'd have a mutiny on his hands if he tried to keep you from baking!”

“Dude! C'mon!”

“Serves you right. Get your own seconds, stop trying to steal mine!”

Holster pouted and rubbed his hand where Ransom had slapped him.

“Ransom is right though, Jack almost certainly doesn't hate you. He's just a pretty tightly-wound dude.”

“Almost certainly doesn't hate me. Thanks Holster, that's so reassuring.” Bitty let his head fall forward to the table and mumbled into his arms, “He probably just thinks my baking is a waste of time that distracts from hockey and he probably wants me off the team. That's all.”

“No way dude-”

“C'mon Bits, you know that's-”

“I'm gonna make him a pie.”

It was a fool-proof plan. Bitty would make Jack a pie (“What type of pie do you think he likes?” “I don't know, but he's Canadian, so maybe something with maple syrup in it? Do pies like that exist?” “Holster, you do know that not all Canadians have a maple syrup IV connected to them at all time, right? Bitty, maybe a healthy-ish fruit pie? Like apple?”), and Jack would simultaneously realize that Bitty wasn't a horrible person, they could actually get along, and he wasn't going to keel over if he ate a few grams of sugar.

When Bitty was sure that his new creation (an apple pie with maple sugar in the crust) was perfect, he brought it to the Haus and warmed it in the oven for a minute before cutting it up, plating it, and bringing it out for the boys studying in the living room.

“Hey y'all, I tried out a new recipe today, who wants to test it for me?”

Ransom, Holster, and Shitty all immediately grabbed for the plates in his hands, but Jack just gave him a quick glance before going back to the essay he was typing.

“Jack, do you want some? It's maple apple, and I thought you might like it because I tried to make it healthier while also kind of thinking about Canada? I mean, sorry, that sounds weird, I just thought that you and Ransom might appreciate something more home-y by this point in the semester, ya know? Erm...”

Jack interrupted his rambling with a short, “No thank you, Bittle,” before turning back to his essay and typing as if he had never been interrupted.

The plates clanked on the coffee table as Bitty set them down with a little too much force before stalking about of the room. Jack hated him, fine. Just fine.

  For the next few months, Bitty kept up a war of attrition. He baked pies, brought them to the Haus, and always took care to offer Jack a piece when he was around. And every time his offers were turned down, he would just smile sweetly and say, “Alright!” If Jack was going to hate him, Bitty was going to make sure that it was the most unfounded, ridiculous decision Jack Zimmermann would ever hold himself to.

Finally, one morning after Jack had started up their checking clinics again following summer break, Bitty snapped. It came after months of Pinterest suggestions, every type of fruity and healthy pie imaginable, and nightly stomach aches worrying over how much the captain of his team hated him. He'd had an entire summer to try and win Jack's favor in some small way, and he was done.

Bitty came down to the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, just in time to see Jack wrapping a brownie in a napkin. Bitty's confusion was quickly replaced by anger when Jack Zimmermann proceeded to eat said brownie on the way to Faber.

“Wow, so the illustrious Jack Zimmermann actually does have a sweet tooth. Someone should alert The Swallow.”

Jack seemed taken aback. “Um... Shitty made them for me?” He clearly didn't understand that he had just capped off an entire year of rudeness with the worst snub possible. Bitty didn't even dignify his statement with a response.

The entire time they laced up their skates and got ready, Jack's waves of confusion were only met with further stony silence from Bitty. Maybe he should have been impressed that Jack was reading the situation as well as he was, given his oblivious rudeness over the last year, but Eric was far too furious to be that gracious.

Once on the ice, Bitty took his place by the boards, and as Jack started skating towards him he finally lost it. Right as Jack skated into him, Bitty pushed back, catching Jack off-guard, and actually succeeded in checking Jack, sending him a few feet across the ice in his shock.

“Bittle, you just, you checked me. That's great!”

“Why do you hate me?!” Bitty wasn't even aware that he had flung his gloves to the ice until Jack glanced down at them warily.

“What? I don't hate you. I don't hate you – why would you think that?”

“Yes you do! You won't eat anything I make, even when I make things especially for you, and I know that you hate that I bake, but I don't think it distracts me from hockey! I'm a good player, and I was doing well on the team! I don't know why my baking upsets you so much or why you hate me, but I'm not going to stop making pies!”

“Bittle-”

“And don't think that you can tell me that I'm not keeping diet, because I pretty much am, and it's not affecting me!”

“Bittle, I-”

“And you know that you can't control what the team does all the time, because you never seem to get mad at them for eating pie or cookies or anything, but you still hate me and I don't understand why and it's just not fair! I'm just as much a member of this team as anyone else and if you don't agree with that then you're just going to have to-”

“Bittle! I'm celiac.”

“That's no- wait, what?”

“I'm celiac. I can't eat gluten. I'm allergic to pretty much everything you've made for the past year.”

“Why didn't you say anything??”

“I didn't know I needed to.”

“But, I, it's just – ugh! Jack! Here I've been thinking that you didn't like me for the better part of a year, when really I should have just been baking things that you can eat!”

“Why did you think I didn't like you?”

“You completely ignored my baking!”

Jack started to laugh. “Bittle, I just didn't want you to have to try and make gluten free things, I had no idea you would be so offended over me ignoring your baking. Besides, is helping you get over your mental block surrounding checking really the actions of someone who hates you?”

“I mean... this has definitely seemed sadistic at some points so...” Jack gave him a gentle hip check in response to his quip. “I just thought that since you didn't even want to try to like my pies that you didn't like me.” He cut Jack off before he could protest. “I'm silly, I know. Now, what type of pie would you like?”

“Bittle, you don't have to do that.”

“Nonsene. I'm not backing down from a new baking challenge! Besides, how long has it been since you last ate a piece of pie?”

“I don't really eat sweets, it's fine, you don't have to...”

“Mr. Zimmermann. I am from Georgia, and in the South, we express our emotions through food and feeding others. So please, let me make you a pie that you can eat and one that won't make you sick!”

“Thank you. But euh, Bittle, have you ever tried a gluten free dessert? They're not very good.”

“What about that brownie you were eating an hour ago? Are you trying to say it was bad? Because you sure seemed happy to be eating it, and as much as I love Shitty, I find it hard to believe that he could out-bake me, especially for a palate such as yours, Mr. Chicken-Strips-and-Protein-Shakes.”

The corner of Jack's mouth started to turn up in a grin. “Chirp, chirp, chirp Bittle, you're pretty bold this morning. Checking me, dropping your gloves, and now these chirps – are you going to ejected from our next game for fighting?”

“One Gordie Howe hat trick coming up, just you wait an' see!”

They were still laughing as they left Faber, Bitty trying to catch Jack by surprise with periodic hip checks the whole way back to the Haus.

  The knock on his door startled Jack out of his senior thesis brain-fog.

“Come in?”

Bitty was holding his wallet and reading something off of his phone as he opened the door. “Do you want to come to the store with me? I was gonna go to Murder Stop-And-Shop for some stuff.”

Jack glanced at his computer screen where his thesis sat, no longer holding his interest like it had a few moments before. “Sure, just let me save this.”

The whole way there Eric babbled on about a new baking blog he had found, praising the author's interesting ingredient combinations, as well as her passion for locally-sourced foods. “...and the best part is, she sets up her recipes for other variations, and even makes suggestions for how other people could modify them based on their personal preferences, which is so cool. I should really make a conscious effort to do that more on my vlog, now that I think of it...”

What Jack didn't learn until they reached the baking aisle of the store was that the blog Bittle had suddenly become so enthused about was one he had sought out specifically following their conversation that morning. Bitty made a beeline past his normal baking staples, instead stopping in front of the rather meager section labeled “gluten free”. A few bags of pretzels, two types of macaroni and cheese, a pancake mix, two box cake mixes, and three types of flour blends looked back at Jack as he quickly caught on to Bittle's plan.

“Bittle, you really don't have to make me anything special, it's fine, I promise.”

“You hush Mister Zimmermann, you're going to try at least one of my pies before you graduate, just you wait.”

“Alright, alright, fine! I suppose I can try some of your pie, but if this turns into an addiction the way it seems to have for the rest of the team I'll be sending my future dietician to you!” Jack's small smirk seemed to be what Bitty was really searching for, so he continued, “So, what are we looking for?”

“Well, we need the same basic ingredients as any normal pie, just ones that won't kill you. I think the only problem is flour, at least it was the only thing the blog specified as being gluten-free, so I thought that we would start there, and then try what will essentially be a mash-up of my Moomaw's famous apple pie and this special crust. Although,” he cast a disappointed glance at the shelves in front of them, “we really don't have much to work with here. The blog talked about making your own flour blend, with different flours and starches and binding agents, but I guess I never realized how few options there would be. No wonder you eat like you do! Uhh, let's try this one.”

He held up a bag proclaiming its ability to be substituted one-for-one in any recipe with normal flour for Jack's approval. Receiving a quick shrug and an “I trust your judgment,” Bittle put the flour in the cart.

  When they got back to the Haus, Eric made Jack read the labels on every ingredient they already owned with him, so that he could be sure he wouldn't put anything containing gluten in the pie, and then scrubbed down every inch of the kitchen, including washing the dishes and utensils he intended to use.

“I was reading about cooking for people with Celiac Disease, and I don't know how we haven't all managed to kill you by accident yet! My goodness Jack, do you get -” a pause of indecision, “-sick? poisoned? Gluten-ed? often because of us?” Bitty's worry was clearly expressing itself via frantic scrubbing with the new sponges he had just bought.

“Haha, no, it's okay. I mean, I do get sick sometimes, but it's not your fault. I just have to take extra care to wipe the counters and stuff before I prepare my own food. Besides, I shouldn't make the rest of you adapt to my weird eating habits. And the response is proportional to how much gluten I consume, so usually I just have a little pain and some, er, unpleasantness I guess.” Jack shrugged, indifferent, but Bitty was horrified.

“Oh my gosh, Jack, that's not okay! That sounds so horrible! And you could get sick – really sick! I read that you can get cancer, or not be able to absorb nutrients any more, and that must really hurt, and-”

“It's okay Bittle, I promise. That's why I'm careful, and it hardly ever happens. Besides, the dining hall has done far more to poison me than anyone in this Haus ever could.”

“Does the school know about that??” Jack was dismayed that his attempt at calming Bittle down had failed, but something in the back of his mind warmed to the fact that Bittle was scrubbing the kitchen, making special food, and now ready to fight the administration all on his behalf.

“They have a special section for student with allergies, but they tell everyone who eats there that they can't guarantee anything will be 100% safe. There's too much risk of cross-contamination in a kitchen that big to make that sort of promise.”

Bitty's face twisted into a small scowl, his mouth scrunched up and his eyes indicating that he was clearly trying to think of a way to solve all of Jack's dietary problems instantaneously.

“That's not fair! You should get to have meals you can enjoy fully too! It shouldn't be dangerous for you to eat dinner! Why are you smiling?”

“I think you're more upset about this than I am. It's kind of nice.”

“Well of course I'm upset! For gosh sakes Jack, it's food! They're not feeding you properly! That's a- that's just- I mean, it's- it's not right! I'm from the South, that's practically a crime! No, wait, there are actual cases where that is a very real crime. How can they just do this to you??”

As Bitty spluttered indignantly, he reminded Jack of a little kitten – specifically, the small orange cat from the Aristocats – puffing himself up and ready to take on the world, regardless of what the outcome would be. It wasn't that Jack didn't have people on his side who were willing to fight for him, he saw time and time again after his overdose that his support network was bigger than he could have imagined, but still... this was Bittle, someone who had apparently thought that Jack hated him as of twelve hours ago, and now he was whipped up into a frenzy doing his best to improve Jack's life. It was really nice.

Bittle's first pie came out of the oven to mixed reviews. It was a buttermilk pie in a homemade crust, and Jack thought it was incredible, tangy and sweet at the same time, with a buttery crust that barely crumbled apart at all, and a texture that wasn't grainy in the least. Everyone who sampled it agreed with Jack – it was good, if a little bit different than what they were used to, but still incredible. Bitty, however, was the lone voice of dissent.

“Jack, honey, how on earth can you call that good? I am so sorry, the next one will be much better, I promise! I was looking up some customizable flour blends, so hopefully the crust will cooperate a little bit more, and I can probably get it even thinner without it breaking. And if I add a little bit of xanthan gum to the filling it'll hopefully come out firm the whole way through, although that might have just been Betsy having a bad day, or maybe-”

“Bittle. I liked it. Truly.” Bitty was still casting half worried, half murderous glances at the almost empty pie plate. “It was the best thing I've eaten in a long time, I forgot that gluten free food could taste like that. It was perfect.”

After a heavy sign and a long moment of consideration, Bittle looked up at him.

“Alright, I'll believe you, but I'm still going to mess with the recipes and the flour blend until I'm satisfied. Will you be my taste-tester? You have a whole year's worth of pie eating to make up for!”

Jack just laughed. “All right Bittle, but save some time for studying too, okay? And remember, if you feed me too much pie I'll need to burn it off, so I hope you're also willing to sign yourself up as my early morning running partner.”

Jack hip checked him as Bitty screeched, “Mister Zimmermann, you wouldn't dare!” and he sauntered out of the kitchen.

  The next few months flew by in a flurry of pies and other assorted baked goods. Jack watched as Bittle tried out every flavor of pie at least once, and he also expanded his gluten free experimentation into pancakes, crepes, brownies, cake, cinnamon rolls, waffles, pizza, and some very memorable soft pretzels. Eric seemed to be getting closer to being content with his creations, although he still wouldn't totally believe Jack when he spouted praise for the confections.

One day, Jack's focus was ripped sharply away from his thesis as Shitty bounced into his room.

“Jackabelle! My favorite Quebec beaut!”

“You're still wearing clothes, Shits. Are you alright?”

As if just noticing that for once he had made it past the front door fully clothed, Shitty glanced down at himself before kicking off his shoes and sprawling on Jack's bed. “It's too beautiful of a day to worry about overturning societal expectations! Well, no, actually, there's never an excuse for complacency in a society that dictates how we should express ourselves and that censors nature, but today I'm just too distracted and light of heart to actively participate in protest.”

Jack just raised an eyebrow and waited.

“Jacques, I'm in love!”

With a small smile, Jack simply responded, “I know Shits. Have you finally talked to Lardo about it?”

“No, Jack, I just realized! I mean, I've liked her for ages, who wouldn't? She's one of the coolest people ever, and she can do almost anything, but I just realized that I love her. And I never said anything to her before, because I didn't want her to feel manipulated by me in any way because of the traditional archetype of men – and fuck gender stereotypes, by the way – and I know that she's more than capable of fending for herself, but I also didn't want to ruin our friendship or make her feel awkward if she doesn't feel the same way, ya know?”

“Shits, I think anyone who knows Lardo and has seen you two interact can tell you that you have nothing to worry about. At all. And even if she suddenly decided she doesn't feel the same way, it's Lardo. She's cool, and she's one of your best friends, and that's not going to change. Go talk to her, okay?”

Shitty ran his thumb over a small sharpie-d triangle on the side of his wrist and smiled as shyly as Jack had ever seen him. “Yeah, okay.” He got up to walk out, then paused with his hand on the doorknob. “You know, I feel so stupid. There she is, absolutely freaking incredible, and I talk to her every day and I never even realized. But then, today, we're just sitting there studying, not saying anything, and she just draws this freaking shape on my arm. And then I spent twenty minutes sitting there thinking about how I would get this stupid little triangle tattooed on my wrist, just because it was something she drew, but I'd much rather just have her there to draw it on me every day, and it just hit me then.” He shook his head, looking a little dazed. “I love her, man!”

At that moment, as Shitty rubbed his thumb reverently across the small black triangle on his wrist, Jack's eye caught on the plate sitting on his desk. Bittle had brought him a piece of pie and hour ago, asking for Jack's feedback on his newest gluten-free crust, and even after finishing the pie Jack had been idly tracing the edge of the plate with a small smile on his face, still amazed that someone like Bittle, who was pretty much a ray of sunshine come to life, would take the time to bake special pies for him, and would chirp him relentlessly, and could somehow still be his friend after how Jack had treated him last year, and how Jack didn't know what he was going to do without him next year except for probably signing with Providence just to stay close to Bitty and... when had Bittle become Bitty? Oh. Oh.

“Oh.” Jack abruptly looked up and interrupted Shitty. “Go talk to Lardo.” He all but shoved him out of the door before dashing into the bathroom to make sure his hair wasn't too disorderly. He ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time, before sliding a little into the kitchen in his socked feet.

“Bitty. I- what are you eating?”

Bitty looked up, startled, from where he was licking a spatula over the sink.

“Jack! Are you okay? What's wrong?”

“What are you eating?” Please don't be gluten, please don't be gluten, please don't be gluten[, I can't kiss you if it's gluten]...

“I just made brownies, Chowder had said that he wanted some and... are you alright?”

Jack visibly deflated. He almost blurted out, “I just realized that I like you and now I can't kiss you,” but he caught himself just in time.

“I'm fine. Did you want to get dinner tonight? I, uh, need a break from my homework.”

Bitty blinked at him slowly, head cocked slightly to the side as if trying to ascertain Jack's level of mental stability. (It was low, he hoped Bitty couldn't tell.) “Sure, these brownies'll be out of the oven in 15 minutes, so we can go then.”

Jack nodded fervently, then wondered if maybe that was too much before saying, “Great, I'll see you in a bit,” and leaving a confused Bittle standing in the kitchen behind him. He ran up to his room, threw himself on his bed, and cursed his gluten allergy.

Fifteen minutes later, Bitty kept up the conversation on the way to dinner, occasionally casting worried glances at Jack, who just gave him a small smile in return. I like you and I may even love you, and while I'm sometimes a masochistic moron, I don't hate myself enough to tell you that I like you when there's a chance that you like me too and I can't kiss you right away. I can be patient.

When Jack was first diagnosed with Celiac Disease, he spent a very long month being cranky about all the foods he could no longer eat, and looking on longingly every time someone else ate a food he used to love. But then, he got used to his new diet, lost all of his baby fat, and became a better, healthier hockey player who no longer missed gluten. Now, however, all he could notice was how many things Bitty ate that contained gluten. A dinner roll, croutons on his salad, fried chicken, cream of mushroom soup that he discarded after two spoonfuls, oreos on his ice cream, and even the school's mashed potatoes which also had flour added to them for some ungodly reason. Jack had spent eleven years indifferent to his special diet, and now he wanted to cry in frustration.

He had quickly resolved not to tell Bitty how he felt until a time when Bitty hadn't recently been eating gluten, but now that seemed like a long shot. Jack reasoned that if Bitty did return his feelings, there was no reason to wait before kissing him (Jack always had been 110% about everything), and if Bitty had recently eaten something that would make Jack sick he didn't want Bitty to feel bad. But now it seemed like the only opportunity Jack would get was first thing in the morning, before they went to team breakfast, which was less than ideal, seeing as they were usually surrounded by the other members of the team in the Haus.

In the dining hall, as Bitty loaded his plate with food that would have Jack curling into a ball of pain in an instant, Jack kept up the stream of silent curses against allergens. When Bitty smiled at him in the middle of a monologue on Beyonce's next tour, Jack felt his heart beat harder in his chest. And when Bitty got up to grab dessert for himself and came back with some prewrapped bread and rolls he had swiped from the gluten free station, Jack realized he was in much deeper than he thought.

  As the week went on, Jack decided that he would have the most luck talking to, and then hopefully kissing, Bitty first thing in the morning or right before bed. If he had just brushed his teeth, it would probably be pretty safe. So, Jack carefully kept track of Bitty's food consumption and oral hygiene.

On Wednesday night, Lardo followed Shitty upstairs at ten o'clock, and Jack and Bitty both resigned themselves to staying on the first floor for at least another half an hour, just to be safe. Bitty seemed to be studying, but by eleven he declared that he had at least three hours' worth of work left to do, and so Jack eventually had to leave Bitty sitting at the kitchen table with a half-finished piece of (gluten) pie in front of him.

The next morning, Jack was woken up by mysterious noises coming from Shitty's room, and so he listened for any sounds indicating that Bitty had begun his morning routine, but by the time Jack left for class Bitty still hadn't stirred. Thursday night also proved to be a bit of a late night for Bitty, and so on Friday morning Jack saw him stumble out of his room just as Jack was walking out the door for his 8 AM class. By the time he saw Bitty in their 9 AM, Bitty was happily munching on a bagel from the campus coffeeshop closest to their academic building.

As unfortunate as Jack's luck had been thus far, he was a little bit heartened when Professor Atley announced the final project at the end of class.

“You'll choose a partner or work alone, whichever you prefer, and you will prepare a recipe from one of the major areas that we covered in class. You will be turning in your final project, although a majority of your grade will not come from taste, but rather from the essay you will write on both the preparation and the history of the recipe you choose. You and your partner will submit separate essays, but I am expecting a certain amount of overlap in the themes covered – plagiarism is prohibited, but it shouldn't shock me to see evidence of your collaboration. Have fun!”

Bitty beamed, and Jack could see the confidence in his face. This was a final he was ready for. “Hey Bittle, need a partner?” Jack's small smile was reflected back at him with ten times the intensity, and the response of, “Sure, if you'll let us do a gluten free project,” forced a full smile out of Jack without a second thought.

“That sounds good.”

  It turned out that food allergens and diet trends, while not a new phenomena by any means, had not focused much on gluten during any of the eras they could base their project in. Jack was ready to make a normal, full-gluten project, but Bitty insisted that Jack should be able to have at least one thing he could sample on final project day. Finally, on Sunday night, as Jack was leaning against the counter waiting for his chicken strips to heat up in the microwave, he heard footsteps come thundering down the steps, and then saw Bitty's blond head appear in the kitchen door.

“Jack! I had an idea!”

“Yeah?” Jack prompted, “What's up?”

Bitty was beaming. “Did you know that gluten only started appearing in problematic quantities in the last hundred years? I mean, there's always been a type of gluten somewhere in wheat and stuff, at least, I think there was, there was a lot of science stuff that I skimmed over, but! I found out that if you went back in time a few hundred years you could probably eat whatever you wanted without fear of getting gluten-ed!” After a brief pause, Bitty added with a smirk, “You history nerd, of course you would be able to eat better in the past.”

“That's awesome! It's too bad we can't get any of those grains any more. Do you want to do a really old recipe with modern flour and talk about the changes in the plants in our essays?” Jack was impressed with the amount of research that Bitty had apparently been doing. There was a part of him that even rejoiced over how Bitty clearly prioritized Jack over anything even remotely academic, but the logical side of his brain chastised him with a reminder that Bitty loved procrastinating, and he shouldn't look for opportunities to derail studying when it did happen. Better to just encourage it, especially when the subject of Bitty's research made something simultaneously hot and cold flutter in Jack's ribcage.

“No, that's the really cool thing! I looked it up, and you can still get those grains! I mean, maybe not all of them, but it's possible to get wheat flour that's been mostly removed from the genetic variations that modern wheat has! It's called heirloom flour, or grains, or whatever, but I started looking around at different forums and stuff, and it seems like people with gluten allergies can eat it just fine! I mean, it's pretty expensive, and has to be ordered specially, because you have to grow it in special places where it can't accidentally mix with modern stuff and produce gluten-y offspring, so it's not a viable option for every day, but we could definitely get some for the project!”

Jack had thought that Bittle was beaming before, but now he was glowing and practically vibrating.

“That sounds great! Wow, looks like you're pretty good at this studying thing when you want to be, eh?” Jack couldn't resist the chirp. But then, to soften it a bit, and because he was ridiculously head-over-heels for Bittle at this point and was only a nanosecond away from throwing caution to the wind and taking his chances with the soy sauce Bitty had put on his dinner earlier, Jack hip checked him and then leaned in to ruffle his hair, saying, “Thanks Bittle. But let me pay, okay? One of us will be pulling in a six-digit salary this time next year, and it only seems right for you to save your money for more baking procrastination.”

“You're an absolute menace, Mister Zimmermann! But alright, I'll send you some links.”

Bitty wandered out of the kitchen with slightly flushed cheeks, and Jack watched him go, content to lean against the counter wearing a small smile until the beep of the microwave startled him back to awareness of the world around him.

After a week filled with studying for upcoming finals, research for their shared history class, and (on Jack's part) unsuccessful attempts to encounter Bitty alone when he hadn't recently eaten gluten, Jack's luck finally started to change.

Bitty knocked on his door on a Thursday night, and when Jack told him to come in, Bitty poked his head around the doorframe, biting his lip.

“What's up, Bittle?”

Bittle gestured with his phone as he talked. “I just got a message from my group for my math project, and they want to move our meeting time to Friday afternoon. Would you be okay with baking the pie for class on Sunday morning instead?”

“Sure,” Jack responded easily. “That'll probably work even better actually, since we'll be out of Rans' and Holster's way as they set up for the kegster, and then we can bake while everyone is still asleep on Sunday morning and avoid any interruptions there.”

As he always did when he was pleased, Bitty immediately seemed to straighten up, adding at least an inch to his own height, and showed off a radiant smile.

“Thanks Jack! Now if only I could enjoy my math project as much as I'll enjoy making this pie...”

  For all of his planning and brainstorming, Jack made it to Sunday morning without realizing the perfect scenario he was walking in to. The kegster the night before had been almost enjoyable for Jack, even though he had gone to bed by eleven. Until then, however, he had entertained Bitty with tales of chasing off interlopers with a fire extinguisher, trying to subtly brag about his heroism. Bitty had listened with wide eyes, taking periodic sips from his red solo cup. He was far from being wasted, but certainly had enough alcohol in him to be a little more emotional than usual; he'd offered Jack a sip of his tub juice, and then snatched the cup away at the last moment, a look of horror on his face.

“Oh my gosh, no! I ate gluten today, I don't want to poison you! I am so, so, so, so, so sorry Jack!” Bittle had covered the mouth of the cup, as if the idea of a gluten particle in his drink could float out and attack Jack.

Jack, who was experiencing a swell of warmth throughout his body because of the concern Bittle had for him.

Jack, who was trying very hard not to grin like a lunatic, or even worse, to kiss Bittle on the spot for being so considerate.

Jack, who had simply settled for reaching out and patting Bittle on the shoulder in what he hoped was a bro-y gesture of affection and thanks.

“It's fine Bits, don't worry about it. I'm good with my soft drink.” He'd made a mock-cheers gesture with his own red solo cup before taking another sip. “Besides, I want to be ready for tomorrow's baking extravaganza.”

Bitty had just rolled his eyes.

  As he brushed his teeth on Sunday morning, Jack could hear Bitty's alarm going off, playing a song he could now confidently identify as one of Beyonce's. He could hear the sound of Bitty smacking his nightstand before locating his phone to silence the alarm, and then the sound of feet hitting the floor and scuffy tired walking sounds from across the hall. The rest of the Haus still seemed to be passed out from the previous night's kegster, and so all of the little sounds that came with each of their morning routines seemed amplified in the calm silence.

Jack made it downstairs to the kitchen first, and switched on the coffee maker to help Bittle wake up – Jack wasn't much of a morning person, but Bitty really wasn't a morning person. He also wiped down the counters and the table; the boys had done a pretty good job keeping the kitchen clean last night, but there were still a few sticky spots of the counter that needed to be taken care of.

When Bitty entered the kitchen ten minutes later, hair damp and tousled from his shower and yawning out a 'good morning', he headed straight for the mug of coffee Jack had just finished pouring him, and proceeded to dump in a truly terrifying amount of sugar. He fished around in the fridge for the creamer, and after ensuring that his coffee was closer to flavored milk than coffee he took a sip and straightened up.

“All ready to begin your new career as a baker, Mister Zimmermann?”

Jack smirked a little, and answered indulgently, “Sure Bittle, whatever you say.”

  The actual process of preparing the pie wasn't difficult – they had already found a recipe and translated the instructions and measurements into a more modern form, so it was simply a matter of measuring things and doing what Bitty said. The hardest part should have been working with the crust, but thanks to Bitty's semester of gluten-free experimentation they were left with an extremely malleable crust, and Bitty took pity on Jack and didn't make him transfer the lattice to the finished pie on his own. Instead, the hardest part of the morning for Jack was staying focused on the task at hand after his early morning realization – Bitty hadn't eaten anything with gluten in it yet! Jack had been on the verge of kissing him the moment he realized that, but then his anxiety reminded him of the million ways that plan could go wrong. Most of them were easy to discredit, but Jack reasoned that if Bitty didn't return his affections then things might be awkward for a few days, and it would be better for that period of awkwardness to start after they had put the pie in the oven and could go to their separate rooms if need be.

So, Jack waited until he was almost done with the dishes, the smell of pie baking filling the air, before he tried to start the conversation he had been preparing for the last few weeks. Bitty had just paused in his evaluation of the food-based classes offered at Samwell, when Jack interjected, “What have you had to eat today?”

He almost immediately cringed. That... wasn't the smoothest way to start.

“Just the coffee and the bit of the filling that we sampled. Did you want to go get breakfast once the pie's done?” Thank goodness Bitty was accustomed to his occasional brashness and could pick up the threads of conversation when Jack couldn't.

“Yeah, euh, that would be great. But, euh,” Jack took a deep breath, and stared straight out the window in front of him, not focusing on anything other than avoiding Bitty's gaze in case it turned dismissive or, even worse, pitying. “I kind of had something else I wanted to ask? Er, to tell you?”

“Okay, what is it?” Bitty sounded a little tentative, but Jack could only drop his gaze to his hands before staring out the window again.

“I think, euh, no, I know,” Jack finally turned a little to find big brown eyes staring directly into his, a slight wrinkle of worry creasing Bitty's brow. “I realized a few weeks ago that I really like you, and I know that this is really sudden but if there's a chance you might like me too I was hoping that we could...”

Jack's trailing off into panic was cut off by Bitty's exhale.

“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh thank goodness! Jack, I like you a lot too, but I didn't really think that you'd ever like me back in the same way, so I just didn't say anything, but yes I like you, and I would love to go out with you!” At some point during his response, Bitty's excited hands had found Jack's nervously wringing ones, and the soft touch along with the reassuring words made Jack's face break out into a smile.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

Jack smirked just slightly at Bitty's eager response, before moving one of his hands to cradle Bitty's face and gently pressing their lips together. Bitty tasted just a little bit sweet, like the sugar he had dumped into his coffee, and after pulling back for just a moment Jack leaned down again.

When they finally separated, Bitty smiled slowly and opened his eyes. Then, cocking his head to the side a little, he asked, “If you've known for a few weeks that you liked me, why didn't you say anything sooner?”

“I, um,” Jack could feel his face reddening,”I wanted to kiss you right away if that was an option, and, um, well, you eat a lot of gluten.”

Bitty looked shocked for a moment, before smiling again and shaking his head. “You silly man, I would have run upstairs and brushed my teeth, gargled with mouthwash, whatever you needed me to do if you had told me you wanted to kiss me! And trust me, I will definitely be eating a lot less gluten in the future!”

Jack figured that the last fifteen seconds had been long enough to wait, and so he ducked down to kiss Bitty again, only pulling back to say, “I really like you,” a few more times. They took a brief break to extract the pie from the oven and write a note warning the other Haus residents not to touch it, but it wasn't until they heard the sounds of Ransom and Holster thundering down the attic stairs that Jack stepped back, ran a hand through his hair, and said, “So, about that breakfast... How does Annie's sound?”

“Perfect! I think I'll have to try one of those gluten-free pumpkin muffins they're serving...” Also on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/15632469

[xdaiisyjohnson]

Lazy Days (Daisy x reader)

Request:

@thehistorynut19  *pounces* CAN YOU GIVE ME A CUTE FLUFFY THING WITH DAISY JOHNSON, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE??? LAZY DAY, NO ONE WANTS TO GET UP, SO THE TEAM HAS TO TRY AND GET THEM TO WAKE UP???

Warning: slight smut

The warmth of the sun hitting your skin made you purr into the pillow, today was a perfect day to stay in bed, doing nothing more than sleep, however the blaring sound of your alarm was saying otherwise. Five more minutes, you thought, turning off the alarm and rolling over towards the sunlight. You suddenly became aware of the weight around your mid-section. Daisy. A smile snuck onto your face at the thought of your beautiful girlfriend.

Daisy made the prospect of staying in bed all day sound even better, reaching out your hand you softly brush a stray piece of her wavy brown hair behind her eye, as you lay taking in her beauty.

“Good morning baby” you whisper to her.

The sound of your voice caused Daisy to stir, and then groan at the prospect of being woken. She shifted, to wrap her arms around your loosely clothed body. You had both taken to wearing Mack’s old t-shirts to bed, which were certainly oversized for the both of you.

“Morning, love …. what time is it?” she asked, her voice still raspy from sleep. “Time for training to may” you reply, slight annoyance on your voice.

Daisy groaned along with you, before wrapping her arms around you pulling you further into the bed with her.

However your few moments of peace were disrupted by the sound of someone banging on your bedroom door, causing both you and Daisy to groan out

“What!?” You called out, expecting May to start yelling at you.

Luckily for the both of you, you were greeted with the soft british accent of your favourite scientist. “May said you have to get up now, before she comes and kills you” Jemma said softly, pushing open the already unlocked door, looking over at us. “Jemma you shouldn’t walk in people’s rooms, what if we were naked?” you asked her, causing the brit to blush slightly. Daisy rolled her eyes at you’re statement, “thanks Jemma, tell her we will be up in a minute” she said her voice still raspy with sleep. Jemma smiled and backed out the room, pulling the door shut.

As soon as the scientist left, Daisy wrapped her arms back around your frame, pulling you closer to her, as she nestled her head in the crook of your neck.

You both stayed like that, cuddled close. Until there was another knock on the door, sooner than either of you would of liked.

“I’m coming in” the scottish boy called out before slowly pushing the door open, giving you both time to move out of any comprising positions. He stood nervously in the doorway, never being fully comfortable around anything to do with you and Daisy being a couple, “erm… May says you both need to get up for training”. You smiled softly at him, “thanks Fitz” you replied letting him leave your small room.

It took a while before anyone came to try and get you both to wake up again, which lead you both to believe May had given up on getting you both up. Which had led to a little more than morning cuddles and kisses.

You’re lips were locked together as Daisy straddled your waist both of your t-shirts throw off, as the door to your room was flung open.

Mack’s low voice boomed “YOU’RE CHILDREN! Get off each other” as he covered his eyes with his hands. You both covered yourselves up with the thin blanket, as you buried your face into Daisy, hiding your embarrassment. Mack backed out of the room mumbling how May was waiting for you both, as Daisy mumbled sorry to him.

As the door shut behind him, you both burst out into laughter, “I love him, but damn he needs to learn how to knock” Daisy said humour on her voice.

You looked back up at Daisy a soft smile on your face as she wrapped her arms around your midsection, “now I definitely don’t want to leave” you whispered looking up at her, wrapping a strand of her soft hair around your finger. You rested your head against her naked chest as you both started drifting back to sleep.

However, you were awoken from your light sleep by loud urgent knocking on your door, “May” you both groaned out, quickly climbing out of bed and putting on the first clothes you could find.

Daisy pulled open the door and smiled sweetly at May, who did not look amused. You both defeatedly trudged behind her, heading towards the gym.

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long to post but I had exams and then I forgot about it and then I was on holiday, and that's not an excuse but- I hope y'all like it.

[lynxgirlpaws]

Hey y'all! I'm back!

Sorry for leaving I was just uhm. Not exactly satisfied with how my previous account was. So I entirely re-made it. That's a normal thing normal people do, right? Yeah. Anyways, it's me! Ramen again. I'm back. uh. And this!! Is my new blog. Why is it called ramendoodles when I haven't drawn more than like two doodles in the past few months? ,,., shur up.

Okay here's info stuff.

☆ I'm 18 !!! [6/20/05]. So I'll probably post inappropriate stuff sometimes. Not as much as before but like. Sometimes. So I am still blocking minors. Sorry. I lied I'm not sorry in the slightest.

☆ I'm bi!! Yeah uh. This is not in my bio because I can't lie I maybe forgot that not everyone is. I'm bi and dumb. Also kind of a mess. What can I say, people so pretty me go stupig. ☆ My pronouns are. Are uhhhh. Ermmmm. Uhmgmmm. If I say you can call me whatever, I still have plausible deniability right? Like I can still lie to myself and others? Yeah. Yeah we'll go with that. Also girlfailure works. that phrase is just very very funny to me. If you acknowledge anything in this paragraph I will get scared and run away. Just so you know.

☆I play minecraft and uh vidgeo games sometimes. I do youtube. been lazy with that though recently. Just haven't had the vibes be right. You get it. So yeahg. Sowry about my absence ^^' Also discord.

☆ I'm uh. I'm not the mosst well mentally [stares at the account I deleted on a whim purely because I felt disgusted with myself] so uh. Expect unsavory topics sometimes. A little self harm there, a little self hatred there, maybe some trauma sometimes just to spice it up! I won't spam you with these, don't worry about it. At least not on purpose.

☆ If you'd like to understand me I suggest you watch just episode one of Bocchi the Rock. but like, not past that - when she makes growth or anything. Just the part where she's really sopping wet and sad. Then there you go. Me.

Here's some tags #CatfishAsks - What I throw on asks. Speaking of, don't be too horny in those anymore. Trying to be more. Erm. Myself, as opposed to the horny beast I am when I'm attention seeking on here lmfao. #RamenDoodles - Art stuff !! In case you wanna see those. I won't add any more tags, since I know I won't use more lmfao

[msjosephinemarch]

Tagged by both @likearootlesstree & @ninyaaaaaaah thank you <3

1. Nickname: Jo on here? :)

2. Gender: ???

3. Star sign: Cancer (Sagittarius rising, Taurus moon) 

4. Height: 5'3"

5. Time: 9:19 pm EST

6. Birthday: June 30

7. Fave Bands: clipping. is no. 1 right now but others I will always love are Jimmy Eat World and Muse

8. Fave Solo Artist: Pretty stuck in a Bay Boy loop of Diggs & Casal but other forever loves are Ke$ha, Bright Eyes, and anything Andrew McMahon touches

9. Song Stuck in my Head: Just random notes and things... nothing concrete enough for me to list

10. Last Movie I Saw: In theatres? Spiderman: Homecoming In general? Moana

11. Last Show I Saw: Shadowhunters

12. Favorite Actors: I don’t hyper focus on this but I spent $100 to see Oscar Isaac in Hamlet this summer so I’d better put him here I guess lol

13. What do I post: lol everything? Right now mostly Daveed Diggs's stupidly beautiful face, sometimes my own face, tv shows I'm watching, random Broadway, and the occasional political stuff.

14. Last thing i googled: Rafa tweeted about Groff being in some new crime thriller Netflix thing so I googled more info on that. It's called Mindhunter btw. Seems cool.

15. Any other blogs: I can't even run this one well haha

16. Do I get asks: Hardly ever. Always open to asks though! :)

17. Why did I pick my URL: Josephine March was one of my literary heroines growing up :)

18. Following: 178 blogs... jfc

19. Followers: 1066 blogs... J F C

20. Fave color: Dark shades of blue any and all

21. Fave place on earth: Erm... it's a toss up between the PNW and NYC what two very different places lol

22. Lucky number: 6 seems to follow me everywhere so let's go with that one

23. Instruments: I played violin in middle/high school but I haven't played since. I was pretty decent.

24. Fave hobby: Seeing Bway shows when I can, writing, reading (fanfic, original fiction, and comic books), and marathoning tv shows

25. Crushes: Aro as fuck sorry y'all <3

26. Dream Career: I don't even know at this point I'm too old and jaded for this question

27. Dream Trip: I have SO MANY. I wanna go back to Italy/England so badly, I wanna see Japan, I wanna go on a cruise (any cruise will do tbh), I wanna see Disney World and Harry Potter World, and I wanna fly back out to the PNW to see my college buddies.

28. Fave anime: SAILOR MOON, Cowboy Bebop, No. 6, Revolutionary Girl Utena

29. Nationality: American

30. Fave musical: Ha this is difficult. Um. Hamilton? Great Comet? I have a huge fucking soft spot for Bring It On? Rent changed my life? Without Cats I never would've latched onto musical theatre? Sound of Music bc of my mom????

TAGGING: @absolutely-fatal @bedwyrssong @flippyspoon @gammarayed @adamsparirsh @lnmnuelmrnda @intoxicatingimmediacy xx