#he's my little peeps marshmallow

[bugprinz]

mother i got attached to the antagonist again.

[readychilledwine]

Daddy!Azriel x Pregnant!Reader Drabble

Summary - after being placed on house arrest toward the end of your pregnancy, you have lost some control on your husband, Azriel's, baby spending habits.

Warnings - mentions of pregnancy

Word count - a teeny tiny 800. Hence the choice to call it a drabble without a title 💙

Being pregnant was not easy.

You were constantly sore, tired, and had begun eating yourself and Azriel out of house and home, but you two would not change this miracle, this absolute blessing, for a single reason.

Madja had put you on house arrest this past month, asking Azriel to ensure you weren't lifting, weren't straining yourself, and were sleeping plenty. You were told by Rhysand and Feyre that your emissary duties could resume after your leave.

Despite Nesta's sacrifice, carrying a child with wings when you were wingless was still challenging. You ran out of room for the little one quickly, and being so much smaller than the average Illyrian female did not help either. The discomfort was the biggest issue, but Madja did not want to risk it. The plus side was constantly being home, relaxing, and your mate making meals, feeding you like the queen he believed you were.

The downside? Azriel had no self-control when it came to buying things for the life you two created, and you were no longer there to stop him from buying the mutual cravings you two seemed to have, countless baby supplies, and of course, the baby's first set of Illyrian Leathers. In the form of a onesie. How that even worked, you didn't ask, he was too thrilled as he held it up for you to question him.

From stuffies, to onesies, to excessive blankets from different courts, Azriel had begun purchasing everything in anticipation of his first baby's birth. All while you sat at home. Just silently watching him carry in bag after bag.

Today was a cold winter lazy day. Azriel had asked a favor of Eris, ensuring the hearths in your home burned a little brighter and warmer this year, and the Autumn High Lord was more than happy to ensure you were always warm due to the close friendship you three had formed. You snuggled further into the couch with your hot chocolate, tossing the plush blanket Kallias had sent for you over your legs, and sighed in joy. You had been thinking about this hot chocolate for hours and were practically salivating over the mountain of marshmallows you placed on top had toasted to perfection. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and Azriel gently knocking the snow off his boots before entering. 

While his shadows greeted you immediately with soft caresses on your swollen belly, Azriel had not even noticed you were there. His cheeks lightly flushed from the cool winter air, his hair ruffled from the wind. 

He was looking down at a large bag in his hands, peeping in it every often before walking to the kitchen and setting it down.

Azriel was smiling to himself, an occasional almost giggle falling from his mouth.  

"Az, what's so funny, baby?" 

Azriel looked at you wide-eyed in getting caught and threw the bag behind his back. "NOTHING!" He said loudly. "Nothing, nothing at all." He corrected, deepening his voice. "Just got our baby bat a present."

You giggled at his admiration, love, and pride he already felt toward your child. He loved them more than anything already. "Well, show me! Please!" 

His cheeks flushed, and he quickly shook his head. "You wouldn't understand. It's something we get to bond over, not you." 

You felt your lip tremble, and his eyes went wide. "I don't mean it like that, my love. I just mean it's something I-" his eyes softened when the first tear fell. "Angel, don't cry." Azriel walked to you with the bag, placing it on the coffee table and then taking your hot chocolate. He paused as he studied the mug. "Did you want some hot chocolate with your marshmallows, y/n?"

You broke a small smile, tears still falling. His scarred hands gently brushed the tears away. "Y/n, please do not cry. It's a special baby daddy gift. That's all."

You knew you were being ridiculous, but hormones were winning. "But-"

Azriel silenced you with a kiss, one of his hands going to your stomach. "I can't wait until you're here and mommy stops crying all the time." He held his hand there, waiting. "Angel, there's no reason to cry."

You nodded, sniffling. "I just want to know what you got them."

Azriel sighed, "You cannot laugh." He was hesitant to remove his hand, but grabbed the bag still. 

Azriel opened it, pulling out a few knitted sets of something that had your brow raised. "Are those?"

"Wing warmers." Azriel confirmed. A soft smile had come back to his face, his dimples showing. "My wings get cold in the winter, and so do Cassian and Rhysand's, so I had these made for them to ensure their little wings would never get cold. I also got Rhys, Cassian, Nyx, and I a matching set for Solstice."

You nodded slowly. Trying not to laugh. "I see." He took in your tight lipped express, the way your eyes were shining, the way your lip twitched. 

"You're laughing." He rolled his eyes and shook his head, a small smile still on his face. "They get really cold, y/n."

"I'm not laughing," you said quickly, hands touching the soft knitted covers, fingers circling the little buttons. "I just didn't realize this was an issue."

Azriel made an insulted face. "It is an issue!" His tone was playful and sarcastic. "Don't you want our baby bat to have the best things? Warm wings are the best things! My little star will not have cold wings. Not on my watch." 

His forehead found yourself as you two fell into laughter. His hand back on your belly. "They match the booties and little hats we had made. The same seamstress made them."

"I noticed. I love her work," you whispered softly to him, hands coming to his face. "You're going to be the best daddy, Azriel. We don't deserve you."

He smiled as a soft kick finally landed on his hand. "No, angel, I don't deserve you." He pushed you back gently, adjusting you so he was laid between your legs on the couch, his head resting near where that last kick was.

"Just keep growing, little one. You gotta grow grow grow." His thumb made small circles on your tummy as he continued to talk to your baby. "Daddy loves you and mommy so much. Even if she doesn't understand cold wings. Which you will never have."

[mamawasatesttube]

Ouuugh so many good options, i suppose 9 or 15 for the prompts

9. "It will be better in the morning."

"I've decided," Tim announces, "that I have a cure for nightmares."

He doesn't look like he's in much of a position to be announcing any kind of breakthrough; he's swaddled in a throw blanket and curled up against Kon's chest, his hair impressively disheveled and his cheeks still a little blotchy from tears. He kind of reminds Kon of one of those baby chicks that've just hatched and are mad about it, with the barely-dried downy fuzz sticking every which way. The yellow lamplight glimmers in his eyes as he peeps up at Kon's face, expectant.

Kon hums. Purrs louder as he keeps rocking the recliner back and forth, slow and gentle. "Is it drinking your hot chocolate and listening to Car Talk until you fall back asleep?"

Tim scoffs. "No." He pauses, wrinkling his nose a little. "I mean. I'll drink the hot chocolate, since you made it for me and all. But no. I'm simply never gonna sleep ever again. Foolproof."

Kon snorts, scrunching his hand through Tim's hair. Tim takes a soft breath, only a little shaky, and then smushes his face into the crook of Kon's neck again. His breath tickles a little against Kon's skin.

"Babe," Kon says. "Sorry to break it to you, but you literally fall asleep on me every single movie night. You're, like, the archetypical dad from every single tweet about dads who fall asleep five minutes into movies. And you aren't even an actual dad."

Tim huffs, a tiny puff of token offense. "I could change." His fingers curl into Kon's shirt. "Can't have a flashback in your sleep if you never sleep again."

"Yeah, you'll just start having sleep deprivation hallucinations." Kon kisses the top of his head. It's late enough it's almost early; he stifles a yawn. The last thing he wants is for Tim to feel guiltier than he already does for keeping him up. "Besides, you love sleeping."

Tim heaves a great, despondent sigh. "I do love sleeping," he admits, a little morose. "Sucks when sleeping doesn't love me back."

"I love you back," Kon coos.

He can feel Tim's lips quirk into a tiny smile against his collarbone. "You're such a giant cheese," Tim mumbles. He doesn't say it back, not with words, but the brush of his lips in the tiniest whisper of a kiss tells Kon everything loud and clear.

Kon purrs a little harder. He likes having Tim here, bundled up in his arms. Likes knowing he makes him feel safer. Likes that he can make him smile after he woke up screaming. "Too bad you're lactose intolerant, huh?"

"I already took my Lactaid to drink the hot chocolate, so shut up." Kon just knows he's rolling his eyes.

"Speaking of which, it's probably a good temperature now," Kon says, and wraps his TTK around the mug to float it over from the side table. "Here."

Tim's hands creep out of the throw blanket to wrap around the mug. He shifts in Kon's arms and sighs again, sitting up to take a tiny sip. His face already looks a little better, cheeks a little less flushed. "Mm. Yeah," he agrees. "...Thanks."

"Always." Kon gives him a gentle squeeze. "Drink up, and then we can just chill before we go back to bed. It'll be better in the morning."

"Mn." Tim makes a noncommittal noise. But he does keep sipping his hot chocolate, and his heart rate is a lot closer to baseline than it was a little while ago. "Guess so."

He twists in Kon's arms suddenly, cups Kon's jaw in one hand, and kisses him. Kon melts like sugar in the rain, the way he always does when Tim kisses him. Tim's lips are a little chapped. He tastes of cocoa and marshmallow fluff.

Tim breaks that kiss, then bumps his nose against Kon's, a silent gesture of gratitude. He blinks at him once, then goes back to his hot chocolate.

Kon smiles and holds him just a bit tighter. The marshmallows on Tim's mouth are definitely sweet, but he can think of something sweeter.

[questionableratatouille00]

ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴇᴘ, ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Testing out all of the Peeps flavors with Bucky.

Warnings: Fluff.

“Look—this one’s sour watermelon. That one’s root beer float, that one’s fruit punch, regular, pancakes with syrup, chocolate pudding, cotton candy, kettle corn.” You point out all the flavors laid out on the table. Bucky looks uneasy.

“Doll, are you sure about this?” He scratches the bridge of his nose with his middle finger, his brows furrowed.

“It won’t be horrible. Besides—you only have to take a bite. I’m sure at least one of these are decent.” You tried to reassure him.

“Alright. I trust you.” He exhales slowly. “What first?” His hands rested on his hips.

Bucky didn’t celebrate Easter, or Christmas, but you and him often enjoyed the treats that became popular during those times of the year. Things like candy canes and those Little Debbie cakes, and, clearly, Peeps.

“I’m glad.” You grinned. “Hmm…how about sour watermelon?”

“Okay.” He exhaled again out of his nose. He moved his arms closer to his chest.

You opened the package, handing one marshmallow to him and getting one for yourself. “Cheers.” You smiled, and he tapped his marshmallow against yours, albeit amused.

You watched as his nose crinkled as tiny specks of sugar fell onto his fingers from the action. You took a bite of your marshmallow.

“It’s..not sour. Like, at all.” You realized.

He shook his head, setting the marshmallow onto the table.

“You don’t like it?” You laughed as he shook his head again.

“Tastes like..medicine.” He explained, and you smiled.

“Maybe a little,” you agreed. “Okay, okay. Next one.” You opened the fruit punch pack.

As soon as you tasted it you knew it was probably the worst one. “That is—not good.” You laughed. Bucky looked pained.

“I…I don’t even have the words.” He said softly.

“It’s in my teeth!” You scraped at your teeth with your tongue.

“That’s a flavor that never goes away.” He shook his head as if shaking away the feeling. “Blegh. Gross.”

“Okay—how about the normal ones? Guess I should’ve started with that, huh?”

“Probably,” he acknowledged.

You both tasted them.

“It’s not..that bad. It’s sweet.” He hummed. You nodded.

“How many of these do you think I could fit in my mouth?” You asked suddenly. You beamed, and he looked disappointed, though not surprised.

“Please do not try.” He said evenly.

“I’m gonna try.” You immediately didn’t listen to what he said. You shoved about four of those marshmallows into your mouth before you nearly choked.

“Yep.” Bucky snickered as you coughed.

You flipped him off, but there was nothing but joy in your eyes.

“These are all gross, huh?” He asked after a moment.

“Yeah, probably. But that’s what makes them good.” You took his hand in yours.

“Whatever you say, doll.” He grinned. “Whatever you say.”

A/n: happy Easter to those who celebrate. Also—peeps are nasty I do not care. But then again I just kinda hate marshmallows when they’re not roasted or melted or stuff like that.

graphics by @saradika-graphics

[wheels-of-despair]

The Family Holiday Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: It's December of 1985, and Evil Woman is ready to spend her first real Christmas with Eddie… why is he being weird about it? Contains: Christmas stuff, insecurity, love, a meaningful gesture, tears, being hopelessly devoted to Eddie Munson, a happy ending. Words: 1.6k

"We're putting the tree up and decorating tonight. Probably end up drinking some hot chocolate and watching something Christmas-y. You in?"

You and Eddie had finally been sprung from detention, and thinking about tonight's festivities was the only thing that had kept you awake. The rest of the boys had escaped your cruel fate and gone home when they were supposed to, so it was just the two of you in the van now.

"You need help?"

"What, like 'oh please, big strong man, won't you come help us feeble women-folk put up this heavy plastic tree'?" you tease. "Don't NEED help, but we'd love for you to come hang out."

"Actually…" he licks his lips and concentrates on the road. "I think I might just go home tonight."

"What?" Eddie Munson, passing up Family Fun Time? And hot chocolate?!

"I'm, uh… I'm just really tired. Think I might be coming down with something."

You reach over to feel his cheek, which does look flushed and feel a little warm.

"Are you okay?" He hadn't said anything. Not that he'd been allowed to make a peep during the last hour, but he'd seemed fine at lunch.

"M'fine, just wanna sleep."

You watch him suspiciously as he turns onto your road. You know something's brewing in that twisted little mind of his, but you don't know what.

"Okay," you agree, deciding not to pry. Maybe he just needs a little time to think about whatever he's got going on, and he'll get over it on his own. He pulls into your driveway.

"You want us to wait and do it tomorrow?" It would probably require a little groveling, but you'd do it. You'd do anything for him.

"Nah, don't change your plans on my account."

"Okay," you say again, a little hurt. "If you change your mind, you know where we'll be."

"Don't wanna get you sick too."

"Eddie, you had your tongue down my throat just a few hours ago. That ship has sailed." You tilt your head and wait for a smile. He forces one that doesn't reach his eyes. Maybe he really is getting sick.

"Call me if you need anything?"

He nods. You lean across the van and kiss him on the cheek, then hop out and walk to the door. He doesn't start backing out of the driveway until you've got it open. But this is the first time in forever he hasn't come in with you. It feels strange. You don't care for it.

He didn't come that night, and he didn't call.

Your mother had asked about him, and you'd said he wasn't feeling well. Which, as far as you knew, was true. You thought of him the whole night, from the time you helped wind the lights around the tree, to hanging the stockings, to watching the marshmallows melt in your mediocre cocoa while some claymation special played in the background. Everything was better when Eddie was around.

He arrived the next morning to pick you up for school as usual, but still felt a little distant in the seat next to you. You let the boys ramble about the current campaign while you watched him out of the corner of your eye.

You made an effort to act normally throughout the day. Like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn't unexpectedly bailed on something he was supposed to be a part of. Like he wasn't being weirder than usual.

Despite your efforts to act normal, Eddie remained quiet. He nodded and let out a half-hearted laugh or two at your attempts to break him out of his funk on the ride home. When he pulled into your driveway, he didn't even turn off the van. The rest of the boys had gone to Jeff's to play video games. No one was home. Eddie should be jumping at the opportunity to spend some time alone with you. Unsupervised. Instead, he glances at you like he's waiting for you to get out.

You turn in your seat to face him.

"Alright. What's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit. Tell me what's going on."

"It's nothing."

"Edward."

He sighs.

You cross your arms. "I'm not getting out of this van until you tell me, so you better either start talking, or get fucking comfortable."

He turns off the ignition, then sits quietly for a moment.

"Don't you ever get sick of me hanging around all the time?"

"Nope. Try again."

"Doesn't your mom?"

"You are aware that she refers to you as her favorite child, correct?"

He huffs out an exasperated breath, and it fogs up the windshield in front of him.

"Look. I appreciate you including me. I really do. But Christmas is a family holiday. Like, THE family holiday."

"You ARE family, dummy."

"I'm not."

"You are. You're more family than most of the people I'm related to."

"That's not how it works."

"That is absolutely how it works. I chose you. WE chose you. Those other people are just assholes we happen to share DNA with."

"Look, just…" He grips the steering wheel. "I appreciate you trying to include me, but eventually you're all gonna get sick of me. I don't want to wear out my welcome."

Your heart sinks. Your annoyance fades. How has he not realized that he's your entire world?

"Eddie, you're always welcome, wherever I am," you tell him gently. "You're my favorite person in the world. I fucking love you. I want you with me all the time. Whether it's Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or a random Wednesday, or the day we get married."

He stares at his lap.

"What's it gonna take for you to realize how much you mean to me?"

He shrugs.

And then, you get an idea.

"Come with me."

You get out of the van, but he doesn't. You walk to his side and open the door.

"C'mon, I want to show you something."

He slides down and follows you with his feet dragging, like a big insecure baby. You kick off your boots and drop your jackets, and you take his hand and lead him to the living room. You come to a stop by the fireplace.

"Look."

He lifts his head and takes in the garland and the holiday-scented candles and the nutcracker and the four stockings…

You can see him re-count.

He looks to you with tears welling up in his eyes.

"Told you so."

Your mom has made him a stocking. It matches the ones you and your brother have had since you were babies. She's even stitched Eddie's name onto it. His stocking fits right in, just like he does.

He bursts into tears. He hides his face in his hands and sobs, and you wrap yourself around him the best you can.

You want to tell him that THIS is why you wanted him to come over last night. That you wanted your mom to see his face when he saw his stocking for the first time. That you wanted him hang it himself. But the lump in your throat won't allow it. So you hold him and let him cry and hope that he finally gets it: He's family. The best kind of family; the kind you all chose, because you all love him.

His eyes are red and puffy when he pulls away from you. You brush his hair away from his face, before the tears can dry and glue it to his skin. You don't know what to say. Apparently neither does he.

You take his hand and tilt your head toward the tree. You lead him to it and flip on the power strip. The tree comes to life. You cross the room and switch off the overhead light, letting the tree's colored bulbs fill the room with a warm glow.

You return to the tree and sit down in front of it, lie back, and maneuver your head underneath the branches.

"C'mere," you finally get out. Eddie sits on the floor beside you and copies your movements, his head coming to rest beside yours on the white blanket your mom has wrapped around the base. You reach for his hand and hold it tightly as you stare up at the inside of the tree.

"When I was a kid," you begin, finding your voice again in the familiar calm of the tree's glow, "I used to spend half the holiday season under the tree. Dad always insisted on a real one, but Mom fought him and switched to a fake one after an unfortunate incident involving sap in my hair. THAT was fun."

Eddie chuckles. You're so happy to hear that sound again. You lie there and hold his hand and stare up at the twinkling lights in a peaceful silence.

"I haven't had a stocking since my mom died."

"Really?" you ask, turning your head toward him.

"Mhm," he hums, still staring upward.

"Wayne wasn't a Santa Man?"

"No chimney in a trailer," he says matter-of-factly, like he's heard it a few times before. "Wayne said that's why Santa sometimes forgot to bring me stuff at Mom and Dad's house. Because they didn't have a chimney either, and Santa couldn't remember how to get in."

Wayne's solution brings a smile to your face.

"Did Santa figure out how to get in at Wayne's?"

"He left the presents on the porch," Eddie grins. "Me and Wayne would put out a can of beer and a bag of Fritos for him. He said Santa would want something salty after all those cookies."

You laugh. "Good thinkin', Wayne."

Eddie finally turns his head toward you.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Eddie."

This is the fic that I fought for 2 days, posted, trashed... and then took another run at and gave it a better ending, inspired by this thought from @munson-memories. 🥰

[mozzarellamuppet]

Pinetober- Take One

(Pinetober is where I write down small drabbles themed around pining for the month of October to antagonize my friend @bigoltrashpile for shits and giggles. Hope you enjoy since they finally convinced me to post some of them)

Movie Night: Sans Undertale x Reader

Beep

beep beep

mmmm

Absentmindedly listening to the microwave buzz as you look at the fossilized marshmallow stuck on the inside of the microwave from the time you and Sans made peeps battle in the microwave, neither of you really liked peeps but they were expired from easter and had to have some purpose.

So they fought to the death for your entertainment, exploding in the microwave after getting stabbed by a toothpick by their fellow peep.

Good times. Messy microwaves.

You only halfway zone out through your memories to make sure you don't burn the pop corn, listening to the pops like a vulture. Sure Sans would eat burnt popcorn with enough ketchup added but you prefer non charcoal popcorn.

It's nice that you and Sans get to spend time together, ever since that machine he tried using as a generator when the power went out went haywire, things got hectic with the amount of alternate universe versions of him and his brother now lived in the house til the machine was fixed.

If it ever got fixed.

Taking the hot bag of corn out of the microwave before it burnt, you opened the bag to pour it out into a bowl, trying to pick out the unpopped kernels from the bag, Sans would probably try eating them.

Holding the bowl with one arm as you grab the bag of random assorted candies and a bottle of ketchup you and Sans picked out for cheap earlier, can't have a movie night without stomach ache inducing popcorn mixes after all.

"i did"

"got the snacks ready?" Sans peaks into the kitchen, offering to help you carry the snacks but you lightly smack his hands away. "c'mon bud, just wanted to help, can't butter ya up if i ain't helpin somehow"

"Glad you could pop in to offer assistance but it takes more than that to fool me into handing you the snacks before the movie starts" You playfully bump your hip against him as you pass by him, making sure not to spill popcorn as you do, starting to head into the living room and look at the blank couch. "Thought you said you were going to set up the pillows and blankets?"

"Where??" You look at him and he seems confused why you're looking at the couch, the living room was the only place with a tv?

"oh, not here, set them up in my room" Smiling at the confusion on your face, Sans takes the lead up the stairs, you following behind, opening the door to his room to reveal

A tv mounted on his wall across from the wall his bed is on, blankets and pillows put across the room and a towel on the foot of the bed to put the snacks on. When did he get a tv???

Chuckling at your confused expression, Sans sits down on the bed, scooting over to make room for you, patting the spot next to him. "i got it cause the others kept fighting over what to watch for movie nights and stuff, less arguments when i can watch the documentaries and comedy specials i want to when i got my own tv, y'know. plus means we can go back to hanging out, watching tv with just us two, bad commentary, puns, and all"

You join Sans on the bed, "You just don't wanna have to walk back to your room after a movie night" playfully nudging against him as you place the snacks down on the towel.

"that too." Noticing Sans had already put down two bottles of soda on the towel, in your rush to get snacks you forgot to get a drink for yourself.

"Oh, I forgot about that, thanks dude"

"no problem, figured you forgot again and didn't want to extend your little ritual of taking forever to settle down anywhere"

"Oh c'mon I'm not that bad" You say, still not fully settled down. Sans chuckles as he pulls you up to snuggle against him. Your head laying against his chest, a lazy arm thrown around your upper back as Sans rests his head on top of yours. Sans clicking at the remote as it pulls up the Halloween baking show you've both been binge watching together recently.

"Oh lord, here we go"

"yep, here we go, bad puns and you losing it over bitchy contestants and judges"

"I'm a fair ass towards them, they're all snobs" You can't help but relax against Sans as his hand starts to absentmindedly rub your back. It's been forever since you two got to hang out with just you two and you missed it.

Not to mention you had developed a little bit of a massive crush on him, but you knew Sans didn't like you that way.

But that's ok, you're fine just being friends.

Missing how Sans sends you loving looks each time you make a smartass remark towards someone messing something up on the show, hoping you noticed how his bed is cleaned and he picked out your favorite blankets from your room to make you comfier.

It isn't much but it's at least a little effort to try and impress you, anything to make him feel like he might be somewhat in your league.

[chanshoesunite]

Imagine Chan going crazy at the thought of you wearing sexy underwear for NYE

Content info: Chan loves your red underwear and he's not letting you leave the house before he's shown you exactly how much

Word count: 1785

Warnings: unsafe sex (peeps, please use a condom), dirty talk, use of the words "slut" and "whore", slightly possessive Chan (but then he's a marshmallow again)

"Do we have everything for the party?" You mutter to yourself while going through your bags. You are invited to a New Year's Eve party at Minho's, Jisung's and Hyunjin's place, and because it's a potluck and at least half of your friendship group can't cook for shit, quite a lot of the food preparation has fallen to you.

Chan is leaning against the kitchen counter, helpfully reading your To Do list to you to support you. "Okay, it says 'couscous salad'..."

"Got it." You glance into one of the bags and see that you've packed the bowl already.

Chan shakes his head. "Good luck with making them eat a salad."

You shrug. "I swear to God, Felix needs his vitamins. He still claims yogurt is a fruit."

You boyfriend chuckles and presses a kiss to your temple. "I love how much you're looking out for the boys. Okay... Chocolate mousse?"

"Got it."

"Garlic bread?"

"Yup."

"Pizza toast mixture?"

"Packed."

Chan nods, content. "That's all the food items on the list. There are some other things on here... You want me to read them, too?"

You hum, giving him the go-ahead as you, for good measure, put a bag of crisps into your backpack.

Chan adorable scrunches up his nose. "It says 'do a face mask'?"

"Done, it was a really good one."

"That's why your skin smells like roses." Chan presses another peck to your cheek. "'Organise new bullet journal'?"

You turn around to watch him read. "All done."

Your boyfriend nods to himself but then freezes. "It says... 'Put on special red underwear'?" He quickly looks up, his eyes wide. "Why are you wearing that special set?" He almost sounds whiney. "I thought that was for special occasions!"

You shrug, trying to hide your grin. "It is a special occasion! My Italian grandmother always tells us to wear red underwear on New Year's Eve. Apparently, it's a good luck charm for the next year, especially where love is concerned." You grab the bags, content that you've got everything you need, and make to leave the kitchen.

Chan's hand is suddenly on your wrist, stopping you. "And did you?"

You turn around, glancing first at his hand and then at his face. His expression has turned from good-humoured to... Intense. "Did I what?"

His eyes are already on your breasts where he assumes you're wearing your special underwear under your little black dress. "Did you put it on? The red set?" He pulls you closer, and you find yourself chest to chest with him.

You smirk. "Well, wouldn't you like to know, Channie. Come, we need to go, we're already a bit late."

But Chan doesn't let go. "Let me see, please," he says, his voice quiet, but the energy in the room shifts. Of course you could say no. But this Chan, the one who would literally miss a party just to look at you, is one of your favourite Chans.

You shrug, playing it cool. "Take a look if you want to know so badly."

You didn't expect him to immediately go for it, but he pulls down the neckline of your dress - swiftly, but not in any way that would hurt you (or your dress). And there it is - your beautiful, deep red bra, adorned with lace and tiny beads.

Chan stares for a few seconds, then he growls, "And the matching panties?"

You just nod.

There is something feral on Chan's face as he scoops you up onto the counter and crashes his lips against yours. You drop the bags in the process, hoping nothing breaks for only a second before all thoughts are purged from your mind as Chan's tongue invades your mouth and you moan into him.

He kisses down your throat, bites your clavicle and pushes down your dress even further so he can properly see your bra. He doesn't make to take it off, though, merely slides down the straps so he can half pull your breasts from their confinement. Immediately, Chan moves to suck one of your nipples while his other hand finds its way between your legs. The cloth covering your pussy is already damp, and Chan groans at the feeling. Eagerly, he pushes the tiny piece of fabric to the side and slides two fingers into you. The intrusion is a bit much, but it feels so good, having him want you so badly, knowing he can't resist you, knowing that only the mental image of you wearing something sexy will awaken the wolf in him.

"Fuck," he rasps against your tits. "I need to be inside you now, baby girl."

You whimper at his words and pull him in for another heated kiss, which he gladly gives you. Your hands, so far merely gripping the counter for balance, join his as he blindly tries to open his trousers. This breathless fumbling, clumsy and hurried, is weirdly erotic. It's been ages since you've fucked in the kitchen, and the thrill of it makes you even wetter.

Finally, his trousers are undone, hanging somewhere around his knees, and Chan grips your hips to pull you to the edge of the counter. He raises your skirt so he can see your tiny red panties as he slides his painfully hard cock into you. You groan deeply at the stretch - Chan is always big, but today, he feels huge.

His forehead falls to your throat, and both of you merely breathe heavily for a few seconds. "I don't think I can be gentle and slow," he groans apologetically, and you smile - you have gathered as much from the current setting. "Can I take you hard and fast, baby girl? I promise I'll make you come after - or at the party, if you want, I know you're a little slut who likes being fingered in semi-public settings."

You bite your lip at the suggestion, trying to deny yourself the moan that wants to escape you at the thought of Chan having his fingers inside you in the guest bathroom, pushing you against the sink as he whispers in your ear what a dirty little whore you are. Chan, despite his current state of hyper-arousal, chuckles at your non-answer which is absolutely an answer as he looks up at you. "I knew it."

You roll your eyes. "Just fuck me."

His eyes darken. "Gladly," he says, and the first thrust is enough to rob you of your breath. You cross your ankles behind him, keeping him close, and claw at his shirt-covered shoulders for purchase. God you wish he was shirtless, you love his muscular shoulders. "I'll fuck you so hard you'll only roll your eyes in pleasure, baby girl." His thrusts are hard, calculated, he is trying to still have a grip on himself.

"Wearing underwear like that to a party and not telling me," he growls. "What were you thinking, baby girl? Did you want to tell me there? Have me bend you over in the bathroom so everyone would know who's fucking you good? You little slut. This is my pussy, and I want to know what's covering it. Do. You. Understand?" Each word is accentuated with a particularly hard thrust, and you can hear the oil bottles rattling on the counter behind you. You whimper and nod.

Chan stops his movements. "I said," he purrs dangerously, "Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes," you volunteer hurriedly, "please, Chan, go on, fuck me, I need you to come inside me."

That undoes his calm, and you know it from the way he briefly closes his eyes, whispers, "fuck," and then continues to absolutely rail your pussy, his thrusts hard, fast, but lacking finesse, deliciously sloppy and filled with sheer want.

"Whose pussy is that, YN?" he growls, biting your neck and making you whimper. "Tell me."

"I-It's yours, Channie," you gasp, holding on to his shoulders as he just continuesly pushes into you. "Of course it's yours."

He grasps your chin. "And you better not forget that later at the party. I'll tell you when I want it, and then I'll have it."

You shudder under his intense gaze. "Yes, yes, you can have me, I'm yours," you whine, and his eyes soften. "I love you," he whispers, kissing you briefly, before capturing one of your nipples between his lips again and redoubling his efforts, pouding into you so hard that you can hear the glasses clinking in the cupboards above. You can feel him approaching orgasm, and you whisper dirty nothings to him, about how you'll always be his, how he's so good for you, such a good boy, fucking you so well, better than anyone ever could, and then he's coming with a loud groan, biting down on your neck, eyes shut tightly as he continues to slowly spend himself inside you and then stills.

You are both quiet for a few moments, him catching his breath against you, you sliding a hand in his hair, stroking him tenderly.

"I'll kill you if you get come on these panties," you finally say, and Chan laughs, his high laugh that's not sexy in any way but so entirely Chan you can't help but laugh along. He grabs a piece of kitchen towel before sliding out of you, cleaning you up expertly and then tucking himself back into his trousers.

Chan leans in and kisses your nose. "I love you," he says, before kissing you properly, slowly, lazily. His forehead pressed against yours, he straightens your dress again and finally helps you off the counter.

Glancing at the kitchen clock, you sigh. "I love you too. And we're so super late. And if that sting in my neck is anything to go by, there are at least two lovebites blooming there." You catch your reflection in the glass cabinet and see your fears confirmed. "You are utterly ridiculous, my love," you conclude, sighing again.

Your boyfriend slides his arms around your waist, cheek pressed against yours as he also inspects his work. "I take no responsibility. You demand to be fucked when you're wearing that. I can't promise I'll make it through the night without having to get you alone somewhere."

You shake your head. "I'll go get changed. You are a menace."

Once again, Chan catches your wrist. "Don't you dare," he growls, part of his arousal back in his eyes. "This will make the party all the more interesting."

"Chan, they'll never invite us again if you're gonna be horny all night," you protest.

He grins and shakes his head as his hand slides under your dress, cupping your scantily clad bum. "They have to. You made all the food."

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Guilt filled you as you thought about what the boys go through every night. They were torn apart and fixed every night and there was little you could do about it. If you tried to stop them, you might be killed to protect the companies’ investments. If you called the police, they may not care since the boys may not be considered living creatures. If you tried to out the candy company through social media and the like, it might make more trouble for Sun and Moon. Might get them locked away or worst. Like if the factory closed the tours and kept everyone but close workers inside.

“I wish I could do more for you guys. I can’t even sneak anything in for you cause they check everyone’s bags at the gate and stuff.” You frowned sadly. “They even check pockets.”

“Couldn’t you take medicine to keep you from being in pain at least? You know, during the…harvest?” You asked, cringing at the word harvest.

Moon shook his head as he kept drinking from the syrup tube. He tried to suck more, but the tube seemed to have run dry, making him look at it with a sigh. “No, it changes the taste of the candy. And the effects. One time, Freddy found some painkillers from one of the harvesters once, and all of the chocolate and jelly that was harvested the next day was considered tainted and defective.”

You blinked before looking at them. “Chocolate AND jelly?”

Sun rubbed his healing arms. “Didn’t you go through the tour? Many times?”

“Not going to lie, I kind of zoned out after seeing you guys. I was focusing on you guys since…you know, my job was to get the Sundrop and Moondrops.”

“Sorry, habit…But, how are you going to be paid? Don’t you have to be paid to live?” Sunny asked worriedly.

The fact that he was worried about you meant a lot. You had hoped they thought of you as someone they could trust. You may be a PI, but you wanted others to trust you to do right by people. “Don’t you worry about me, Sunny, I’ll be okay. Thank you though.” You smiled. “Tell me about the others though! Freddy is chocolate and jelly??”

“Ooh yeah! So He’s a chocolate covered Gummy bear, and Bonnie is a chocolate bunny.” Sun said cheerfully. “The company turns the candy they take off of them into mini versions of them. Them and Chica are a big hit around Easter.”

“Oh yeah, Chica is like an easter Peep right?”

“Uuuuh, you mean marshmallow and sugar right?”

“Yeah of course! Those are Easter Peeps. What about Foxy, I heard He was something weird...”

Sun made a somewhat disgusted face. “Oh yes! He has a candy shell like us, but instead of space inbetween his endo and shell, he’s stuffed with Peanuts! Bitter hard peanuts. His harvest is usually just a poke to break the shell and get all the peanuts to drain out.”

“Bet you envy him a little.” You smiled compassionately.

You snorted at the thought but tried to stifle your laugh. “I’m sorry, That must be painful, I shouldn’t laugh.” You giggled.

“It is actually kind of funny. He doesn’t seem to mind it too much. I think he might not have much feeling in his legs anymore or something cause half the time he doesn’t seem to notice.” Sunny giggled.

“It’s almost time to open.” Moon suddenly interjected. “You should get going.”

“Oh wow already?? Gosh time fly’s…okay, I’ll see you guys again in a couple days, okay?”

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A/N: Again, sorry for not posting yesterday!! I was yapping to my gf on a 3+ hour call and then a few hours after, I went to Rutland! I had fun though and omw home, I thought of this and since it’s Easter, it only makes sense to post it today instead of postponing it to next week! Plus, I have a lot energy (I got a Monster this morning) so I feel like writing :3

Word count: 1586

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x gn! Reader (they paint their nails if that means anything!!)

Warnings: Fluff, “Easter Bunny”, light swearing, lmk if I missed anything :3

You woke up, any ordinary day. You were sleepy and honestly just wanted to get back to sleep but when the thought crossed your mind that your cousins and parents along with your aunt were coming over for Easter, you immediately wanted to get up and get ready for the day. 

You tried to get up but Seungmin wouldn’t let you. For someone who doesn't like physical touch, he was oddly clingy. Especially today. 

“Seungmin, I gotta get up and get the baskets, breakfast and the egg hunt ready,, I only have like an hour.. And on top of all that, I have to get myself ready..” “Why do you only have an hour..? Aren’t they coming over around 10..?”

You sigh and roll your eyes.

“Yeah but it’s 8:52, almost 9..”

“Really..?”

‘Yeah. Really.”

Seungmin sighs and rolls over, still as tired as ever. He gets up, nonetheless. 

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You both get out of bed after 8 or 9 minutes of stretching, almost falling asleep, and cuddling.

“Do you want my sweatshirt?”

You hear Seungmin ask. He was still sitting on your shared bed while you were in the bathroom, trying to fix your hair.

“The 1987 one?” “Yeah, what else?” “I’d say yes if you hadn’t slept in it.” “You sleep in the same clothes and wear them all the time! What’s wrong with wearing clothes I’ve slept in?” “It’s sweaty.” “You wear this sweatshirt even if I’m sweating after practice. What’s the difference between sweating during practice and sweating while unconscious?”

You sigh and roll your eyes once more. You didn’t really understand the difference yourself. You could’ve just said you didn’t want to wear it but he would’ve asked why because that sweatshirt of his was your favorite on him and to “borrow”.

You don’t end up wearing the gray 1987 sweatshirt. You end up wearing your own clothes. A Harley Quinn shirt with some distressed jeans/shorts/skirt. You didn’t bother putting socks on. 1, you were in your own house and weren’t going anywhere and 2, you didn’t paint your toenails just to hide them. Not that anyone would look at your feet anyway. If they did, I suggest being slightly concerned unless you like it. No judgment :)

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Once you and Seungmin are both done getting ready, you make your way to the kitchen.

“Hey, Seung? Can you help me set up?”

“I was planning to anyway. We only have about an hour, right?” You nod and kiss Seungmin on the cheek before walking to the kitchen and gathering the bags of the eggs, candy, stuffies, baskets and other easter things.

“What can I do to help?”

Seungmin asks, standing patiently (somehow) in the doorway of the living room. “Can you put the eggs around? They should be all filled already.. If not,” You place a green-basket looking bowl on the table. It has candy of all kinds. Chocolate eggs, Reese's eggs, Marshmallow bunnies, Peeps, and much more.

Seungmin nods as a grin spreads across his plush lips. He was hoping you’d ask him to do that. He just wished you wouldn’t know what he was planning.

“No putting them in unreachable places, Kim Seungmin.” “Yeah, yeah. No promises.” Seungmin takes the box of eggs and starts placing them around the house. Most of them are in reachable places. Most of them. 

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While Seungmin is placing the eggs for your little cousins, you set up their baskets. Each one with similar items. A blue basket with a blue bunny plush. This was for your youngest cousin, Myla. Even though she was barely 3, you knew she still loved bunnies. The next basket was themed yellow. It had extra peeps in it because you knew your second youngest cousin, Cosmo. Cosmo was 5, almost 6 and loved peeps with his whole little heart. He was always so happy when he found them in the store. And for your last, oldest cousin. (Oldest but still years younger than you). Constance. Her basket was purple themed. When she told you she wanted a purple themed basket from the Easter Bunny, you immediately noted that. Constance was 11. Her favorite color was purple and she liked playing Animal Crossing. Also noting that she loves Animal Crossing, you got her a plush of her favorite character, Blaire.

After you finished setting up the baskets and Seungmin was (almost) done with setting the eggs up, you called your mom to see if they were on their way.

“Hello?”

You hear through the speaker of your phone.

“Hey, mama, are you about to leave?”

“Yes, why?”

“Just wondering, do you want me to make some food? Besides lunch, of course. Snacks or drinks?”

Your mom thinks for a moment with a “hmm” sound coming from the other side of the line. You hear her ask your dad, aunt, and cousins if they wanted anything. You almost immediately hear a scream for Shirley Temples and Lay’s Salt and Vinegar chips. You laugh and make note of those 2 things.

“Anything else?” You ask. You felt like you were asking if someone at Subway wanted anything else with their order. 

You hear your mom chuckle before responding.

“Fruits, preferably Mangos, Peaches and Strawberries. You can add other things to your liking, I just know everyone here will love those 3 things.”

“Alright. Thanks mama. I’mma go now, bye.” “Bye kiddo, we’ll see you in about 30, 40 minutes.”

You hum and hang up.

“What do they want?”

Seungmin asks from behind you. It scared you but you turn around, nonetheless.

“Fruits, Lay’s and Shirly Temples.”

“Oh, okay. We do have Sprites, Ginger Ales and that Grenadine stuff. I don’t know about fruits though. Do they want specific fruits or?”

“They want Mangos, Peaches and Strawberries. I know we have mangos and strawberries but I don’t think we have peaches. I’d also like some Watermelon and Pineapple..”

Seungmin nods and walks to the door.

“Where are you going?”

You ask, slightly surprised.

“Going to get fruits. Do we need anything else? Anything for lunch? Any drink preferences?”

“Uhm.. We could use some more coffee powder. Some milk too. I think that’s it.”

You get up and check the fridge along with your pantry to confirm your request.

“Yeah, that’s it.”

Seungmin nods and kisses you goodbye before heading out to the grocery store.

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While Seungmin is shopping for your list of groceries, you make some coffee with the last of the espresso mix you have. Luckily, it was just barely enough to make 1 last serving. 

You enjoy your coffee while leaning against the counter. 

After about 20 minutes, Seungmin comes back along with your family arriving. 

When you see them enter the door, you’re quick to grab the groceries from Seungmin and place them on the kitchen island, peck Seungmin on the lips, and then hug all three of your cousins at once.

Once you get your cousins occupied with their baskets, you chat with your mom, dad and aunt, Seungmin prepping 4 Shirley Temples (3 for each of your cousins, 1 for you) and the snacks.

After chatting for almost an hour and your cousins complaining they’re bored and hungry, you prepare lunch while Seungmin entertains your cousins with whatever he finds funny. 

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Once everyone is full with food, drinks and candy, you ask your cousins if they want to start the egg hunt. They all exclaim a loud yes and run over to Seungmin who was holding color-coded baskets for each of them. Purple, Blue and Yellow, just like the ones their things came in.

You, Seungmin, your mom, dad, and aunt all enjoy watching your 3 little cousins run around to gather as many eggs as they can. Some, Seungmin or your dad had to get for them because someone decided to put them in unreachable areas even though you specifically remember telling that someone not to.

You all share laughs and make new memories with each other. As much as they wish they could stay, your cousins hug you and Seungmin goodbye before you hug your parents and your aunt.

You make sure your cousins have everything and finally wave to them as they all walk out of the front door to go back home.

Once everyone leaves, you and Seungmin (half-ass) clean the house and end up cuddling each other on the couch, enjoying the silence after hours of 3 little kids running around and screaming.

“You’re cousins are little shits, you know that right?”

Seungmin teases.

You nod your head and laugh. You knew that. They were annoying to deal with but you love them anyway. You know Seungmin does too. He just refuses to show it.

“Happy Easter, Seung..”

You say quietly. Almost falling asleep even though it was around 5pm (17:00).

“Happy Easter, Y/N..”

[wowbright]

Fic: Brotherly Duties

Fandom/pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine

Event: December Klaine Fanworks Challenge 2023

Words: ~700 words                                           

Rating: Mature

Summary: Kurt gets a package from Cooper in the mail.

Notes: This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place after Out of Eden, which I am still in the process of posting to AO3. It’s among the likely possibilities for their future.

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Two months before Blaine returned from his mission, Kurt received a package in the mail. “Special delivery from Cooper Anderson,” his dad said, handing it to Kurt in the kitchen. “Easter Peeps?”

It had become a thing with them. For Kurt’s return home from his mission, for Pioneer Day, for Labor Day and Thanksgiving and Christmas and Valentine’s Day, Cooper made it a habit to regale Kurt with Peeps. Kurt’s dad had thought it was a little odd at first, but Kurt had explained it away with, “It’s sort of a thing from our mission,” followed by, “Also, he’s weird.”

Kurt’s arms buckled from the unexpected weight as he took the package from his dad. “That feels heavier than Peeps, Dad.” The package wasn’t heavy, exactly, but it was at least a couple pounds—not the scant ounces that marshmallow and thin paperboard should weigh.

His dad shrugged. “I thought so too, but I didn’t think this Cooper guy knew how to mail anything else. I mean, I know I’ve seen him on TV, but with all these packages you’ve gotten from him, I’ve kind of started to picture him in my head like a giant PEZ dispenser—which I know doesn’t exactly work, Peeps are marshmallows and PEZ are solid, but still … You swear he wasn’t a PEZ dispenser when you met him?”

“Scout’s honor, Dad.” Kurt considered the padded envelope in his hands. Through it, the contents felt stiff and rectangular.  “It’s probably a bunch of signed headshots for me to share with friends and family. That’s his idea of a generous gift.” Kurt tore open the flap, peeked in, and immediately closed the envelope back up, feeling his cheeks betray his embarrassment. “Never mind. I'll open it later.”

His father gave him an amused look. “The head shots are that bad, huh?”

“Something like that,” Kurt said, standing up from the kitchen table and heading toward his room, where he closed the door and locked it and considered putting a chair under the handle for good measure. But no, that was silly. He was a grown adult. This was nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, his parents respected his privacy.

Instead, Kurt pulled the chair up to his desk and sat down, sliding the contents of the envelope out onto the desk. A hardcover copy of The Joy of Gay Sex made a loud thumping noise as it fell on to the surface.

There was a note, too:

Bought this for my brother—I even inscribed it to him!—but then I realized there was no good way to get it to him in Germany. Too high a chance of it being intercepted by someone in his mission, and who knows, customs would probably charge him duties on it anyway. I felt vanquished and without hope. But then I realized this was all for the better. You're the one he's all hot for, and I'm pretty sure you’re going to pounce on each other as soon as you possibly can after he gets off the plane (gets off, get it?), so you really better know what you're doing. This book actually has mixed reviews from my gay friends, but it was the one most of them mentioned when I asked for recommendations, and it’s illustrated, which I think will be very helpful. I hope you don't still have Mormon hang ups about every picture of a naked body being porn. I looked through the book, and I thought the illustrations were very educational and not too raunchy at all. Of course, if you want to jerk off to them, that's your business and nobody else’s. Have fun!

Kurt's face was on fire all the way to the roots of his hair. He put the letter in the shredder and opened the book. And indeed, there was an inscription to Blaine on the title page:

Blainey— Not being knowledgeable in this area, I hand off some of my older brother sex-talk duties to this educational volume. One tip I can give you: you'll probably want to let up on the hair gel a little during times of intimacy, particularly for certain acts in which your lover is likely to want to grab your hair. Trust me on this one. —Coop

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I love you

call summary⋆ ★ the book was extremely interesting. it was too good to put down and it was definitely too engrossing to have you unaware of your surroundings. luckily Kai knew exactly what he had to do to get your attention.

pairing *. * huening kai x fem! reader

genre⋆ ★ tooth-rotting fluff

warnings *. * again really sweet fluff and horrible grammar (english isn't my first language, please help if you want to be my editor because I obviously suck at it 💀)

featuring ⋆ ★ the rest of txt

call duration *. * 1.1K (drabble)

You felt warm.

The lights were dimmed with the sun already tucked into bed. Blankets were pulled up to your chest and your eyes were hidden behind a big book, indulging in the plot that was eerily too interesting for the genre. You decided to retire to bed early, legs aching and mentally exhausted from the five-hour hike that Beomgyu forced you on, a slight dip in the lake with Kai, and dinner that ended with burning marshmallows. The faint noise of screaming and laughter vibrates through the cabin room, the boys most likely laughing at something stupid. Though even after all that racket outside, never so once did your pupils stray from the text on the paper, too invested in gulping every phrase to notice that your lovely boyfriend wasn’t even in the same room as you and his lack of physical affection towards you were more extended than comfort for him.

Suspicious.

Yet the world goes on and you devour the book halfway, and one look at the time has you curiously peering up at the door, wondering where Kai is and if you should get up and look for him like a good girlfriend or continue your adventurous journey through the wild pages of paper. And of course, you choose the latter, sighing as you flop back onto your pillow. But you suddenly feel clingy for Kai’s hold against your body, missing the usual placement of his warm hands and rubbing your stomach gently. The door creaks open slightly, letting in a little more light that was flooding the hallway outside the room, and a curious face peers in, smiling in pure adoration at your furrowed eyebrows and bitten lip. The small space housed a bunkbed (which you were occupying the top bunk) and a small bathroom, with a plush couch that Kai absolutely adored and spent most of his time laying on it with you, rather than using the bed as its intended use. He thinks about if he wanted to bother you or not, should he leave you alone and let you enjoy your book or should he talk your ear off about Taehyun almost fighting a bear, all while flopping on you?

Actually, he has a better idea than just jumping on your stomach.

A goofy grin spreads the corner of his lips, reaching all the way to his crimson cheeks and up to his honeyed swirling eyes, trying to navigate his big body around so you don’t catch him, socked feet gliding smoothly against the amber wood. He crouches down and freezes for a second when you move around, adjusting your position, your sight still trained on the book. His hands reach the ladder, slowly using his fingers to grip the somewhat sleek rungs, and he keeps repeating the motion (which didn’t take long due to his stupidly lanky legs) until he was eye-level with the big blue blanket which was conveniently hung out of the frame of the bed. Eyes peek up at your still-concentrated face and he actually starts to get concerned about your lack of self-awareness. Nevertheless, he clutches the soft blanket, lifting it over his head.

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You hate it when the covers lift, exposing your legs to the biting cold. So you frown in discomfort and in confusion (maybe fear) when the blanket suddenly raises itself but before you could investigate what was the cause of it, slick hands slither up to your thighs and a huge mass practically crawls up your body, resulting in you yelping but soon laughing at the face that peeps out like a weasel. "Surprise, do you like it?!” Kai asks sweetly, batting his eyelashes knowing that it melted your heart and turned your brain into sweet mush. 

“Not at all” yet you take his face in your palms, the book set aside, cradling his red cheeks in your hands, leaning forwards to place butterfly kisses, lips brushing ever so softly. “Come closer” you mutter, and you swear you could hear him mumble something while his face flushed more, his body dragging him so his head now laid in the crook of your neck, legs starting to tangle themselves in yours, in hopes of being getting as much as closer as he could. “Tired?” you question, quietly cooing at his yawn. “Nope” he turns to look at you, noses skimming each other, little huffs escaping his lips as his face pulls closer like a magnet, finally interlocking lips. He wriggles his fingers up your face, tracing your features with his nail, your own hand trailing up to soft fluffy hair, pushing him closer while your other palm settles at his waist, drawing tiny figures onto his skin. He pulls back for a bit though, using his strength to hover a little over your disappointed face, sad that the shared kiss ended early. “Stop, come back” you whine, seizing his sleeve, trying to tug him back down but it works in vain, instead he just forces a bigger distance, finding amusement at your struggle to chase after his lips.

“I love you”

His eyes widen in shock, a gasp leaving his slightly parted lips as he watches your face hold a lovesick beam with twinkling eyes that held the stars and above. “W-what?” he doesn’t perceive the sneaky hand that streams up his shirt. “I love you so much” you repeat before grabbing the collar of his clothing, slamming him back down towards you, capturing him into another kiss, that had his mind pop with fireworks and internal cheers of his heart that’s been rooting for him since the beginning. “That was the first time…” 

“I know, but it’s true, I do really really love you,” you whisper, pushing your head to the side to deliver more sprinkles of your lips plastering on the side of his cheekbones. “Me too, I love you more than you’ll ever know”. One thing you’ve observed about Kai, ever since his shy- self-proposed his undying love for you, was that he always stared at you like you were his whole world. With adoring eyes and a sickeningly sweet smile that had you in shambles, his words either had you losing brain cells or made you weak in the knees or both. God, you loved him so much that your heart felt full and content. The world always seemed so beautiful when he was there next to you, and you hope he feels the same about you. And you would do anything to show him that you loved him, ‘till the moon and back. 

“Wanna bet that I love you more?” A mischievous look makes its way onto your face, making Kai snicker. “We know who would win” and he flexes his biceps once more, landing his lips right onto your own, unaware of the invasive species that spied through the crack of the door, phones glinting from the glimmering lights.

[ladykissingfish]

Deidara: Okay, Tobi … be alert, be vigilant, you watch my back and I’ll watch yours, hm. Okay?

Tobi: Senpai … don’t you think you’re going a little overboard? It’s not like this is a mission or anything …

Deidara: I’d call buying Halloween candy for trick or treaters the day before Halloween the most dangerous mission of all, hm!

Tobi: We just go into the store, grab a few bags, and leave, right?

Deidara: *shaking his head* Oh, you poor fool. We’re about to enter a highly scary situation and I need you to be prepared!

Tobi: *chuckling* Okay, Senpai … whatever you say.

*an hour later*

Deidara: *walking quietly down the road beside Tobi* How’s the arm?

Tobi: I … I think I finally got the bleeding to stop. How’s the eye?

Deidara: Almost completely shut, hm. I’ll have to put an ice pack on it when we get back.

Tobi: Yeah …

Deidara: *glancing at Tobi* You know, in all the scenarios I’d imagined of seeing your face for the first time, this sure wasn’t one of them; you getting your mask destroyed by a little boy, I mean.

Tobi, tearing up, in Obito voice: I could have taken that kid if there weren’t so many people around …

Deidara: He was three.

Tobi: HE WAS A DEMON! HE LITERALLY BIT MY MASK IN HALF WITH HIS POINTY TEETH!

Tobi: *holds up the shopping bag* And ALL THAT and we could only get our hands on a shitty bag of Tootsie Rolls! MY LEAST FAVORITE CANDY!

Deidara: Can’t say I didn’t try to warn you. But if you think this was bad, wait until Easter, hm. Last year the Easter Bunny broke my leg over a handful of marshmallow Peeps.

Tobi:

*Thank you @amikotsu for inspiring this prompt for me 😊*

[berrypass-de-murdler]

1. Murder in Hollywood

It's the show version my good murdlers.

First thing to make clear, is there a design for every character no, but WILL there be a design for every character, planning on it yes, so uh... Dame Obsidian will be here eventually rip. Check the first post for designed characters ofc

BUT FOR THIS EPISODE...

DEDUCTIVE LOGICO - he's a magnifying glass and the logo... obviously lmao. Follows his in-book physical description to a 0, my deepest apologies, when I made this smol man I couldn't imagine him to be 6 feet tall, as such, the heights of the characters will be (sometimes very) off. Such as Logico being 3'4". Anyway, cartoon Logico is British, has an extreme Napoleon complex, and a humorously high-pitched voice for his angy personality. In this version he was originally just an actor who played a detective in the Midnight movies, until he naturally ends up in the face of real murder, day after day after day after

THE AMAZING AUREOLIN - my very first design, I was so stupidly proud of her original sketch that I turned it into... this entire project. I LOVE MY RABBIT DAUGHTER AND NO ONE CAN LAY A HAND ON HER - she made me get invested in the storyline after being framed and shit. ANYWAY, unlike most of the Murdlers who just kind of resemble animals, Auree is... just a rabbit. She is also British because because, and in this storyline, she was suspected of murdering her husband after he left her for making too little income. Now she has to raise her Marshmallow Peep-looking triplets on her own, with a target on her back at all times... I love her sm

MIDNIGHT III - For the least creative design there is probably, and the only non-anthro character, have this man whose design is so boring, he doesn't even get an official artwork, I just scribbled him in two seconds. A tiny blob of smoke even smaller than Logico, he sounds more or less exactly like Red Guy from Don't Hug Me I'm Scared and is... that. He doesn't even have eyes underneath his shades!! In this storyline, Midnight is Logico's boss from the beginning, and convinces him to take up real-life detective work.

Dame Obsidian is planned to unsurprisingly be a golem-type creature

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!!

But anyway, the summary/dialogue:

Logico drinks his coffee somehow, despite not having a mouth, so he kind of just pours it down his coat, like... eh???

LOGICO: MY!!! That is simply the PERFECT temperature.

He watches a screening of one of his detective films and squeals like a little girl. Midnight III, his boss, greets him with news.

MIDNIGHT: You need to stop doing it in the film. You need to do it for real.

Logico doesn’t want to.

LOGICO: I don’t give a shit about a murder!

Midnight has a plan.

MIDNIGHT: Fine. Just come to the high-end Hollywood party we’ve invited you to, with all the best directors, and Dame Obsidian.

LOGICO: KI-KA-KU-FE-JET WHAAAAT? I ADORE Obsidian’s work!! I MUST GO, I MUST GO, I MUST GO!!! [jumps around like an idiot]

MIDNIGHT: Good. See you there.

He goes to the party. Midnight is there and The Amazing Aureolin is doing tricks. Logico meets his idol Obsidian.

OBSIDIAN: YES, YES, VERY EXCITING I’M A BUSY WOMAN.

LOGICO: Oh… my dear heart!

Anyway, one of the directors drops dead in a bathtub - inappropriate!! Logico REALLY doesn’t want to have to do this but his inner workings are tingling and he has to know who does it. 

MIDNIGHT: Look at my pipe, it’s nice isn’t it. LOGICO: No one cares, Midnight, this is a crime scene! OH… YOU’RE ONE OF THE SUSPECTS!!  MIDNIGHT: Hurray.

Logico digs Obsidian out of the seats. Aureolin acts extra sus and fights audibly with her.

AUREOLIN: I trusted you! I trusted you and your fork, you dumb… fork!  OBSIDIAN: THIS WOMAN IS ACCUSING ME OF MURDERRR 

Logi gets a call from a voice blabbing about how ironic it was that Obsidian had a fork… and ate with it. 

LOGICO: Oh, hahaha, eating, with a for- WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??

In the end, Logico places the blame with his answer. 

OBSIDIAN: OOH, SHOCKER, IT WAS THE LITTLE ONE. AUREOLIN: …Obsidian!... 

Auree fights for her claim.

AUREOLIN: I thought you said you were a detective! You have no proof of what you’re saying! LOGICO: My proof is plenty - the other two suspects did not do it!  AUREOLIN: Who do you think you are?? MIDNIGHT: She’s fighting it, she’s clearly guiltyyy

Guards grab Auree and drag her away.

AUREOLIN: No cell can hold me! You know what you did! I’ll have you a- MIDNIGHT: Shut uuuupppp LOGICO: I suppose… I kind of did give a LITTLE shit about a murder. MIDNIGHT: Good. That’s your new job. LOGICO: MY NEW JOB?!?!?

THE END-

Episodes are formulaic bc book format, so some will be shorter than others when nothing much happens, but hey, time for short king to solve a hundred murders!!

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See ya next time murdlers!!

[scream-at-a-whisper]

HI SCREAM !!!!!! how's the show so far you're based in liking charlie

(The first image comes from this fan animation on YouTube it’s so cool please check it out) JUST LIKE ME FR I KNOW HES A CHRISTIAN ALPHA MALE BUT HES ALSO SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE AND HES LIKE CHIP TO ME I KNOW HED BE STINKY AND GROSS BUT I WANT TO GIVE HIM A HUG SO BAD LIKE ON THE INSIDE HES AN AWFUL PERSON BUT THERAPY COULD FIX HIM I PROMISE OH MY GOD I LOVE WHEN HES JUST DISTURBED OR ANGRY BECAUSE HE LOOKS SO LITTLE AND ALSO CHARPIM IS BEING ROTATED IN MY HEAD RENT FREE AT ALL TIMES ACTUALLY TOU KNOW THAT JAPANESE YOUTUBE CHANNEL THAT REVIEWS SMILING FRIENDS EPISOODES? SHE GETS IT LIKE SHE IDOLIZES THIS TOXIC YELLOW FUCK IN THE SAME WAY I DO I WANT TO SQUISH HIM IN MY HAND HE LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE THOSE PEEP MARSHMALLOW THINGS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH IM GRGEGRGGRGRVRGRGRGRGGRFRGRGFRFEFAND THE LITTLE BIT WHERE HES LIKE ‘I did not expect him to do that haha that actually got me’ MAKES ME RUN AROUND FERALLH LIKE HOLY FUCK I WANT TO PUT THIS GUY IN A CENTRIFUGE AND RHEN THE VORTEX SND THEN GNAW ON HIM LIKE THOSE STIM TOYS YOU CAN CHEW ON.

So yeah I’m normal about him how bout you?

[choccyhearts]

there's just something that warms my heart thinking about argyle in the autumn...

as the weather gets chillier and the leaves get darker, your sweet argyle knows just how to celebrate the change in seasons.

he goes with you to a local farm to pick out various vegetables and flowers. helps carry what you pick out and helps you reach the apples wayyy high up. he's just so excited to make numerous tasty dishes with you.

he definitely loves a nice, tall glass of apple cider. he likes making it himself and trying other people's recipes. he also loves a good apple pie, especially one made with love by either his mother or you.

lets you draw the faces on the pumpkins while he carves them. he has a decent amount of muscle under those baggy shirts of his, so he's more than happy to make your designs come to life.

also obviously, he's going to make a pipe out of a pumpkin, it's so festive!

loves to go on walks through the forest with you. if you bring along a book or guide that details the various seasonal creatures and plants he'll point out everything he sees. he'll take a moment to appreciate whatever leaf, stick, or insect that intrigues him before moving along. he just floats along beside you, high as a kite, enjoying his day.

he'll also set up a picnic for the two of you doing his best to make it perfect. he tries too hard to perfect it and accidentally messes up a few things but it's alright! you appreciate his hard work and effort as you nosh on the delicious dishes he's prepared while perched right beside him. every once in a while the sun will hit his face just right and his choclate syrup eyes will shine various shades of brown. those are the moments you take the time to appreciate him and his beauty.

he helps you put up your halloween decorations. it's his unofficial job to help everyone in his life put up holiday decorations and he's fine with that. he enjoys halloween but it isn't his favorite holiday -- his favorite is 4/20, followed by easter (because he LOVES jelly beans and peeps)

he'll also offer to help with dia de los muertos decorating if you celebrate it. it's one of the few times you'll find argyle dead serious. it's a very personal holiday to him and for all the grief there's so much good that comes along. he encourages his friends to join in the festivities because everyone has someone they miss and those are the moments when you need community.

quick tonal switch; he's so the type of guy to try going trick or treating despite being a giant. he just wants to see if it'll work -- he'll just toss a sheet over his head and say he had an early growth spurt...shockingly it doesn't work. but don't worry, el and will share their halloween treats with him (despite both of them teasing him for begging for free candy while having a source of income).

and lastly, the thought that spurred me to write this;

just cuddled up on a log next to him, both of you cradling mugs of hot chocolate. he makes it himself and always adds extra marshmallows for you. a bonfire glows brightly, embers and sparks going where the wind takes them. you're both bundled under a large blanket, and you set your head gently on his shoulder.

if you could spend every night with him, warm and fuzzy inside, you would. you would listen to him retell stories he's told multiple times again because he tells them so well you don't mind. you would discourage him from trying to light his joint with the large open flame again because it impresses you a little when he retreats his head away at lightning speed once you catch him, thankfully not on fire and his joint lit successfully. you would listen to the same 5 songs he knows on his acoustic guitar again because he plays them beautifully. you would layer his sweatshirt over yours when you get cold again because it's the little gestures like that that warm your heart and show how much he cares. you'd relive it all again every night if you could.

but you'll settle with having autumn argyle with you for three months out of the year...

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

Hot chocolate + chocolate

5th December - Fluff

Chase Stokes x Reader

Summary - Chase makes you a wonderful, delicious hot chocolate. You try to be sneaky and get out of bed.

Word count - 912

It’s freezing in the winter wonderland cabin you're staying at with your boyfriend, chase.

You tiptoe to the bathroom with only Chase’s T-shirt and a blanket covering you.

“Babe, why did you leave?” Chase stirs, pulling you back into the bed, “Because I had to go pee,” You laugh.

“Mm, Your cold,” Chase snuggles further into you, “I know something that will warm us up,” he grins getting up and going towards the kitchen area.

“And you complain about leaving you,Mr,” You chuckle, “I see you have my dressing gown on,”

“What? It’s comfy and warm,”

“Yh, the arms are too short for you,” You giggle, Chase turns the stove on, flicking his wavy hair away from his face dramatically.

“And? The arms on my clothing are way too big for you, princess but you still wear them,”

“What are you making?” You lick your lips, leaning closer on the edge of the bed.

“You will see, when I give it to you,” Chase boops your nose, “Stop being so nosy,” he kisses your forehead.

“Now get back into bed or you won’t have it,”

You quickly stumble back under the covers giggling.

Chase takes two cups out of the draw, playing them on the counter. Going into the fridge and taking out chocolate bars, he proceeds to melt the chocolate on the stove.

“Mm, smells good,” You peep your head above the covers, “I know, baby just like you,” Chase coos at you.

Chase takes a cream pot out of the fridge, pouring it into the mixture with cocoa powder and adding milk.

You tiptoe out of bed without him, miraculously, not knowing. You wrap your arms around his waist, nozzling your face into his back.

“What did I tell you?” Chase hums, stirring the mixer in the saucer, “To stay in bed,” You giggle.

“What did you not do?” Chase eyes land on you grinning, “Stay in bed,”

Chase turns off the stove, checking that the mixer is ready to cool a little bit.

Chase turns to you, engulfing you into his arms, he kisses your lips passionately with pure love. You intertwine your fingers into his wavy, fluffy hair as you deepen the kiss.

“Let’s get you back into bed, princess,” Chase's mouth moves as he lifts you up.

“Chase!” You gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist for support.

“It’s nearly ready, just wait,” Chase kisses your forehead as you nod.

Chase goes back to the stove, pouring the hot chocolate mixer into two mugs. Adding a flake, some marshmallows, whip cream and even more cocoa powder to top it all off.

“Be careful, it’s hot,” Chase warns you, “You might want to let it cool down,”

“Not as hot as you, Babe,” You wink, laughing.

Chase shook his head, “Your hotter,”

“Awe, thank you! You're such a good boyfriend,” You kiss his lips softly, “You even brought biscuits!”

Chase nods, settling down into the bed next to you with his cup of hot chocolate. He puts the biscuit plate inbetween you, you grab a biscuit to dunk into your drink.

“Your welcome, my love,” Chase smiles, kissing your cheek.

You take a biscuit bringing it to his mouth, he bites into it, “You are adorable,”

“Not as much as you,” Chase takes a biscuit to you, you chomp on it, “Are you trying to eat my fingers?” He teases.

“Don’t know, might try.. I bet they are tasty,” You smirk, drinking your hot chocolate.

“To be fair I don’t blame you, my fingers do look edible,” Chase takes a look at his fingers, “But so does yours,”

“Leave my fingers alone,” you pout, “You got something on your finger,” Chase chuckles, licking the cream off of your finger.

“How did you get cream on your nose?” You lick the tip of his nose, “I have no clue,”

“The events start late today, hope to see the Christmas lights again!” You grin, “Of course, you going to get to see them, princess,”

Chase sips on his hot chocolate, looking into your gorgeous orbs. He places his cup down on the bedside table, leaning over to kiss you.

“So beautiful, baby,” You smile to his words, “Your just as handsome,” your empty cup going on the bedside table too.

“Your hot chocolate was so good, I’m surprised you made me that,” You giggle, taking his strands of hair to mess with.

“That was the whole point, to surprise you,” Chase pulls you under the covers, “It’s still early, I say we cuddle some more,”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” You wrap your legs with his legs, squishing yourself against his bare, toned chest.

“You're so warm, like super warm!”

“Maybe it’s because of that hot chocolate,” Chase teases.

“Mm,” You close your eyes inhaling the warm chocolate scent, him caressing your hips and back with his fingertips.

Chase holds your cheek, leaning in slowly to kiss your plumped lips. Taking in everything of you, swirling his tongue in your mouth. The kiss quickly became a slow, passionate French.

“Mm, can’t get enough of you, princess,” Chase deepens the kiss, “I can’t get enough of you, either,” you giggle, smiling.

Chase peppers kisses along your lips, cheek, neck and collar bone. Your fingers are back into his soft hair, his hands onto your hips again.

“Mm, love you so much, Sweetheart,” Chase whispers into your ear, giving you a kiss there.

“Love you so much too, Chase,”