#hm cookbook

[cinnabeat]

nothing like a giant bookshelf to make you incredibly aware of how many fucking books you own

[akkivee]

no i’m not crying at this little ichiro bday display at this animate store in ikebukuro, you’re crying at this little ichiro bday display at this animate store in ikebukuro 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[futuristichedge]

I'm a dumbass but I can't find the post with your Silver quotes doc, if it's still public would you mind terribly sharing it again so I can save! It's really helpful work 😅 nw if you've decided to private your hard work, sorry for the pushy ask! Been searching for a hot minute but I am on mobile so the archive features jumpy to use

Sorry for the late reply, here's the link! I plan on leaving it public for the foreseeable future, so if it's ever unavailable just send an ask/DM my way.

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1ImpKeFfN0ty4BEmYm0hs7p-ZYXUn36fROUJHw2EnKwU/edit?usp=sharing

I'll probably add a link to it to my pinned post when I finally get around to making it, just so it's easier to find ^^

[dumbhero]

i want vegetables :(

[withlove-xixi]

— BLUEBERRY SHORTCAKE: sanji x reader

ᥫ cw: none ᥫ wc: 685 ★ happy birthday my silly baka boyfriend ... happy birthday my husband, my number one ... sanji day ... sanji dayyyy ⌒°(❛ᴗ❛)°⌒ (we all pretend like it's not 11:00 pm march 3 for xixi) cross posted on ao3

— A COOK’S LIFE WAS TEDIOUS.

[♡]: everyday sanji would get up piss early in the morning and head to the kitchen just to get a head start on prep. it was a routine he’s long practiced ever since he started working at the baratie, one he’s come to adjust since being the cook of the strawhats. it was tedious, tremendously so; too much work for what seemed to be so little time. but being a cook came with rewards. and being the cook for the strawhat pirates came with you.

THE SKY WAS DARK, MOON LOW WITH STARS STILL lingering in the sky. Five in the morning, just a little before sunrise, exactly when Sanji would wake up to prepare for his day.

Far before the rest of the crew would be awake, the Strawhat’s chef would get up, yawn and stretch before sleepily dragging himself to the kitchen. It was a tedious routine, especially since Sanji spends majority of the night preparing and cleaning the kitchen, but it was a routine Sanji had gotten used to over the years. But you? He knew you liked to stay up late (from those times you stayed with him in the kitchen and watched him work) and he knew you liked to sleep in (from those times he had to save you a plate of breakfast before Luffy finished everything). You had a different routine, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it’s definitely something puzzling since it’s five in the morning and you’re already in the kitchen.

Not all the lights are on, just the shine of the overhead light, the dim glow of the oven, and the cracks of leftover moonlight through the galley windows. You’re on the counter sitting on a barstool with your head tucked between your crossed arms, soft, muffled snores come from where you sit, so it’s safe for Sanji to say you’re fast asleep.

Carefully and quietly, he makes his way over to you, a confused look on his face as he shrugs off his coat to drape over your shoulders as he examines the scene. The oven is on, it’s one of the first things he noticed, and you’re careful enough not to just leave it on, so he knows there’s probably something inside. Next to you is a mixing bowl filled with what looks like batter, but it’s a bit too thin so he figures something might’ve been off with how it was made. Beside the mixing bowl are various other baking equipment, piping bags stuffed with frosting, spatulas coated with batter, a measuring cup still half-full with milk. Sanji notices an open book next to them, curious he picks it up and examines the title. The Ultimate Baking Cookbook: for beginners. He flips to the open page. Blueberry shortcake.

“Hm? Sanji?” Your voice cuts through the soft sounds of the waves crashing against the ship. In an instant his attention is on you.

Sanji sets the cookbook down and places a gentle hand on your back as you lift your head slightly, enough just to see him. He smiles warmly at you, hand instinctively rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You’re up early,” Sanji says playfully, moving to brush stray strands of hair away from your face.

You stifle a yawn. “Wanted to make something.” Your voice is laced with sleep still, it makes the room feel so warm and Sanji feel so domestic, so intimate.

The hand on your back moves to pet your head. “Make something? Sweetheart, if you were hungry, you could’ve just called me. I would’ve cooked something for you—” He cuts himself off when you shake your head.

“Wanted to make something for you, Sanji,” you clarified, shifting your head so it’s laid on the side. In your eyes, Sanji sees the reflection of the dim lights, as if even the moon craves to have your attention. But in your eyes you just see him and the pretty way he’s looking at you so tenderly.

Before Sanji can ask, the oven dings. You sit up, eyeing Sanji with a playful glint reflecting amidst the moonlight. On instinct, Sanji moves to open it, slipping oven mitts over each hand before carefully pulling out whatever was inside. Heat expels from the oven, contrasting the chill of the early morning. He finds he’s pulled out a round cake tin, its sides lined with baking paper for a browned, slightly uneven, freshly baked cake to sit in. Blue eyes shift from the cake back to you, and it’s impossible not to reciprocate the wide smile on your face as you look at him.

“Happy birthday, Sanji.”

[p0orbaby]

Permanent Fixture

summary: you get tattoo for alessia

warnings: none

a/n: thanks for the request!

word count: 493

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Alessia sits at the kitchen table flipping through a cookbook trying to decide what to cook for dinner.

She made pasta yesterday. Steak the day before. Fish the day before that. No one tells you that the most boring part about being an adult is deciding what to eat every night.

She supposed she could let you choose for a change. She shakes her head instantly at the realisation she’d be living off of chicken nuggets and curly fries for the rest of her days. The unique consequences of sharing her life with a Williamson.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening catches her attention, and she looks up to see you walking in. Talk of the devil.

“Hey, you’re home early,” Alessia says, a smile spreading across her face as she gets up to greet you.

“Yeah, I wanted to show you something,” you replied, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

Intrigued, Alessia follows you into the living room, where you turn around, revealing your back.

“Babe, I’m about to start dinner” she deadpans as she tries not to get distracted by the skin you have on show.

You turn and confusion is etched across your features. “What? No, I’m not trying to fuck you. I mean, I will, for sure. After dinner. But this isn’t-, just look!”

Alessia raises an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement. “Alright, alright” she says, stepping closer to get a better look, at, she wasn’t quite sure.

But then she sees it. Among the various patchwork designs, one stands out. Something that wasn’t there when you left for work this morning. A number, her number.

Alessia’s eyes shimmered with emotion as she reached out to gently trace the fresh lines. “I… I don’t know what to say,” she whispered, her voice choking up with emotion.

“A thank you would be nice” you tease as you lower your clothes and turn to face her again. “I’m joking. I wanted to surprise you,” you explained, feeling a rush of warmth at the sight of her reaction.

Alessia pulls you into a tight embrace, burying her face in your shoulder. “I am surprised. So surprised” she murmurs, her words muffled against your skin. “I love it”

“I was hoping you’d say that, because I’ve been told it won’t come off in the shower” you laugh as you wrap your arms around her and kiss the top of her head. “Now, what has my little lady chosen for dinner today, hm?”

She lifts her head to look at you, “I was thinking about letting you pick. The cookbook has been very uninspiring”

“Yeah? Do we have nuggets in the freezer?” You ask, hopeful. And all Alessia does is narrow her eyes at you. She knew this was a bad idea.

“And sex after?” You add as you peel yourself away from her and head to the kitchen to find some oven ready items.

Well, you win some, you lose some.

[steddielations]

Steve walks into utter chaos.

He was stopping by just to see Max, but all the increasingly concerning noise coming from the Munson’s trailer drew him over there instead. Worried that all the cursing and clattering would drown out any chance of a knock being heard, Steve lets himself in. 

Eddie doesn’t even notice him come inside, too busy scrambling around the complete wreck of a kitchen.

“Dude, are you cooking or just banging pots and pans together? I thought you were dying in here.”

Eddie squawks and jumps about a foot in the air. His hair is even more disheveled than usual, barely tied down with a bandana. He’s got flour splotches on his face and all over the frilly grandma apron he’s wearing (which Steve is definitely getting a photo of and showing Dustin later) along with a suspiciously sticky goo on his fingers.

“Stop laughing at me,” Eddie groans. 

“I’m not laughing,” Steve laughs, going to join him in the kitchen, “What are you doing, man?” 

“Well, I’m trying to bake Wayne a cake, but at this point, I might as well give him a frosting covered rock for his birthday,” Eddie sighs, frustrated hands scrubbing the flour off his apron, “I don’t know, man, usually I just get him another mug and a pack of smokes, and he’s never asked me for anything, but I’ve put him through hell this year I just wanted— I don’t know like, to do something special but I can’t even—”

“Alright, take it off.”

Steve folds his arms and waits while Eddie just gawks at him for a moment, cheeks reddening under the patches of flour.

“What?”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

Eddie scoffs, starts muttering like he does when he’s nervous and Steve cracks a smile when he realizes why.

“The apron, Eddie,” he gestures, “Hand it over.” 

Another moment of confused staring and Eddie slowly gives it to him.

Steve wastes no time shaking out the flour and tying it around himself. He moves past Eddie, gets right to work clearing the mess and salvaging what ingredients he can.

“You…” Eddie peeks over Steve’s shoulder, “You know how to bake?”

“I can make a cake,” Steve shrugs, “Robin obsesses over shit sometimes, calls them her “little brain worms” or whatever. She couldn’t stop thinking about this cake she swore she had for her 5th birthday but couldn’t remember the flavor. So we made every cake recipe in her mom’s cookbook until we found the right one.”

“So Harrington’s got a secret Betty Crocker power-up, impressive.”

“Nah, just small stuff. I help Claudia with Dustin’s birthday cakes. Little shit is very particular about his red velvet.” 

Eddie snorts and Steve waves him over to start washing the dishes. He does so with a small salute that smears more flour on his forehead. The word cute comes to Steve’s mind but he just rolls his eyes. 

“So you dusted off your oven mitts for little old me, hm? I’m flattered.”

“Only because I like Wayne and I’d prefer if you didn’t give him food poisoning,” Steve teases, dumping out Eddie’s abomination of batter into the trash. Though he softens when he sees the way Eddie winces at it. “And I think it’s nice, you know, you doing this for him. I wanna help.”

Eddie clearly holds back a smile, looking down at the bubbles in the sink, and the cute word comes back to Steve’s mind.

“Okay well, take it easy on me. Not everyone has a bunch of mom friends teaching them to bake.” 

“Oh yeah, then where’d you get this grandma apron? You just had this little number in the closet with your leather and chains?”

“No, it’s Mrs. Bennet’s and she’s not my friend,” Eddie bristles and Steve senses a hell of a backstory there, “I stole it off her clothesline.” 

Steve laughs and makes Eddie tell him the whole story, all the inner workings of Forest Hills feuds. It’s nice, Steve’s been spending more time here since everything, listening to Eddie’s stories and sharing his own. It’s easy to be around Eddie, even though that pesky word won’t get out of Steve’s head.

Once the batter is finished, Steve dips a finger in to test.

“How does it taste?” Eddie asks, “Better than mine I hope.”

Steve hums around his finger, “So good, here taste,” he meant to slide Eddie the bowl, but the wires must’ve gotten crossed somewhere, because now he’s holding out a dollop of cake batter on the tip of his finger to Eddie’s mouth. 

They both look down at it, then at each other again. Steve knows he should apologize, drop his hand and say it was a mistake but there’s something about the way Eddie’s looking at him, the way he subtly licks his lips is almost like— He wants this. 

So Steve lets him have it.

Eddie leans in, keeps his hands at his sides and slowly guides himself down on Steve’s finger. His eyes fall shut as his mouth closes around it, like it’s too much, watching Steve watching him. It’s a lot for Steve too, the wet warmth of Eddie’s mouth, one swirl of his tongue almost makes Steve’s knees buckle. 

Something comes over him, he presses his finger down just slightly, feeling Eddie’s tongue curl around the tip. It elicits a soft noise from Eddie that sends heat thrumming all through Steve. Eddie’s eyes flutter open, brows turned upwards and mouth in a plush little O around Steve’s finger, looking up at him through dark lashes, a dot of flour on his nose. The sight makes Steve’s breath catch in his throat. It’s fucking cute and hot.

Steve has to swallow his own noise when Eddie pulls off. 

“Yeah,” he breathes out, a slight grin on his lips, “Really good.” 

Steve’s about to do something crazy, put his finger back in Eddie’s mouth, maybe more than one this time, or just his lips on Eddie's, maybe even slip his tongue inside instead of his fingers, lick all that sweetness away until he just tastes Eddie, something— but a sudden loud knock on the door has him dropping his hand like it’s made of cement.

It’s Max, wanting to know why Steve ditched her for Eddie. She comes inside to ‘help’ which means she leans against the counter, talks about her day, complains, teases Steve and makes fun of Eddie for being demoted to dish duty. 

Steve puts the cake in the oven and focuses on cleaning and composing himself. He can feel Eddie trying to meet his gaze, trying to see if Steve's going to freak out on him after that. Once Steve can look at him without feeling like he’s going to burst into flames, he gives Eddie a small reassuring smile, even throws him a wink when Max isn’t looking. Eddie gives him a smile back.

And later, after Wayne comes home and they sing happy birthday and eat the cake that Steve insists Eddie helped him with— Just the tasting part, Steve says and revels in how Eddie covers a blush with his hair— and after they walk Max home, Steve pulls Eddie behind the trailer and kisses him until he doesn’t taste like cake anymore.

for the prompts "You heard me. Take. It. Off." and "Stop laughing at me" for @highkingpenny and anon, thank you and I hope you enjoy this!!

[leahsgirl]

homemade love | leah williamson x reader

why am i getting attached to a fake scenario i made up in my head i need help.

anyways happy valentine’s day & enjoy this blurb of pure fluff !

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"do you want mamma to pour the flour or is wren doing it?" the blonde asked the nearly three year old next to her as she made sure to get the measurements right.

"wren do it!" taking the measuring cup that leah held out for her she dumped the contents in the bowl, being a little off target and some ending up on the counter instead. "good job beautiful."

leah had decided to surprise you, her fiancé, with breakfast in bed. it was valentines day after all and she loved to treat you in any way possible. she roped your daughter in of course, jumping at any opportunity to have the extra bonding time with her mini-me.

today was one of the rare instances where leah was actually awake before you considering it was often you having to pull the defender out of bed which was not an easy task could you just say.

"okay crack an egg into the mixture." she read from the cookbook open in front of her. "watch these skills kiddo." leah smirked as she took the egg and attempted to break it with one hand only for her to fail miserably and have the shell fall into the batter. wren giggled "silly mamma."

"shh don't tell anyone." she picked out the unwanted bits and booped her toddler's nose, leaving a flour mark on it.

eventually the pair finished the pancake mix after a quick flour fight and leah poured the mixture into the pan, flipping it with ease much to wrens amusement shown by her excited claps.

the skipper plated them up and let wren take control of the cream "okay! that's enough darlin." grabbing the bottle off of her after seeing what was practically a mountain of the whipped substance. finishing off the meal with a few strawberries and blueberries leah moved it all onto a tray.

"lets take this to mummy shall we?"

you stirred in your sleep as you felt a weight press onto your stomach. "mummy! mummy! wake up." the infant babbled as she continued to climb all over you.

"morning bubba." you gave her a weak smile while adjusting to the light coming through the window. "i made you bekfast!"

“oo did you now?”

"i'd say it was more a joint effort but i suppose she was the better chef." you looked up to see leah stood there with a goofy smile on her face holding a tray just above her waist.

"happy valentine's day baby." she placed the food down onto your lap, bending down and planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

"oh my, thank you guys." your heart swelled at the gesture - just picturing the behind the scenes you wished you were awake to see. "eat it?" wren who had now cuddled into your side looked up expectantly.

"hm i think wrenny should have first taste, considering she did make it after all." cutting a triangular piece out the stack you fed it to the young girl watching as her eyes lit up from the taste of sugar. "is it good?"

wren nodded vigorously and gave a thumbs up making both you and leah chuckle. you had to admit, they were good pancakes, almost too good considering leah's cooking history, she was by far not the designated chef of the family.

"wait hang on i forgot your present." leah suddenly realised as she dashed out of the room.

you look quizzically at your toddler "what's she got up her sleeve now?" only getting a shrug in return.

your fiancé now came back with her guitar she had been learning to play for a couple of months in her hand. "may i present to you ‘you are in love’ leah williamson version."

you couldn't help but laugh when you figured out what she was about to do. playing the chords to the song she began singing looking directly at you the whole time.

''cause you can hear it in the silence you can feel it on the way home you can see it with the lights out you are in love, true love you are in love'

you loved seeing leah like this; all cheesy and goofy, a complete 180 to how she was on the pitch. she may not be fully in tune but she did have a good voice that you could happily sit and listen to all day long.

wrapping the song up she took a bow as you and wren applauded her. "surprised it wasn't 'our song'." you say knowing how that was the older girl's favourite taylor song.

"thought i'd be a little spontaneous gorgeous." she winked as she now plonked herself on the bed so wren was in between the both of you.

"well i guess it's my turn now huh." rooting through your bedside table drawer. "i don't know if I'm going to beat the pancakes and serenades but here." you passed both wren and leah neatly wrapped gifts. "princess open yours first." you didn't have to tell wren twice before wrapping paper was flying everywhere revealing a baby doll wearing an arsenal shirt with the number 24 on it.

you looked at leah for any form of reaction but she clearly hadn't caught on yet simply sharing wrens excitement at the new toy "you can bring her to mummy and mamma's games."

"okay leah open yours." anticipation was bubbling inside the both of you.

the blondes mouth dropped open when she picked up the items at hand. "are ya serious?" doing a double take at the pregnancy scan photos and test she was holding in her hand. "it worked?"

nodding she rushed off the bed to your side, picking you up and twirling you around. "okay okay put me down! i don't want to start being sick before i have to."

she did as requested and held the scan right in front her face still in disbelief. "september 2024, twins.`' casually slipping it into conversation.

"fuck off." she said incredulously which earned her a glare off you, reminding her there is a child in the room.

"wren your going to be a big sister!" now shifting attention to her daughter - it being her turn to be picked up and bounced around.

"sister?" the little girl questioned. you pointed at your stomach "there's two babies in mummy's tummy." wren reached her small arms out to touch your belly "hello!"

"they can't talk yet love, they've gotta grow for a while in there, make sure they're strong and healthy just like you." the centre-back explained.

you smiled at the interaction. leah was such a good mum. you couldn't wait to make your family even bigger in a few months time. "good valentines day gift then?"

leah pulled you in to her side with her free arm. "the best. i love you." she pressed her lips onto yours, conveying every emotion possible. little laughs coming from the small body in the older girl's arms as she watched her grossly in love mothers.

"oh you find it funny when we kiss do you?" you quirked an eyebrow and watched as she nodded.

you pecked leah's mouth again..and again, hearing the giggles make a return.

"i think it's someone else's turn now." the defender smiled smugly and you quickly caught on, both bombarding your daughter with kisses on the face as she squealed happily.

god you loved your valentines.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

dave mustaine realizing how strong he is compared to the reader, and always displays this during sex, especially while fucking her against the wall or using his big hands to do whatever he wants with her body

A/n: I can’t even count how many times I tried writing this and just couldn’t think of anything, I still feel like I could’ve written it better but I hope you like it nonetheless <3

Warnings: smut, size kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

It all started when you needed help opening a jar.

It was jam, the lid was stuck and you were tired. Dave was home so after a few seconds of trying you gave up and called him over for help. He opened it with ease and you moved on with your day, but Dave didn't.

He grew this obsession with proving how weak you were, or rather how strong he was. Can't reach the top shelf? Don't worry, Dave's right around the corner to lift you up. Need help carrying the groceries in? Not a problem, he can take them with ease, carrying more bags in fewer trips.

You didn't mind it, he was always looking for more ways to help you so why would it be a bad thing?

You were making dinner and Dave was sitting not far away watching you. He wasn't saying anything, not talking about his day or asking about yours. He was just staring at you with a wonky smile.

You were looking at the ingredients. "Hey, Dave, can you get the milk for me, please?" You asked, not taking your eyes off the cookbook.

Dave got up and got the milk, bringing it over to you, though he didn't go back to his seat. Instead he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder. "You're adorable, you know that?" He asked, placing a few soft kisses against your neck.

You paused for a moment and looked at him. "Yeah? Why's that?"

Dave gave your waist a gentle squeeze. He hid his face in the crook of your neck a moment, deeply inhaling your scent. “Your so tiny.” He said. “Could just pick you up and fuck you wherever I want.”

Your cheeks flushed a deep red and you tried to stay focused on the food.

A few minutes passed and Dave didn’t let go of you, still holding you close, kissing you occasionally.

“Think about it.” He said suddenly. “I could fold you in half right now, pin you against the wall and have my way with you.” You couldn’t deny the heat pooling at your cunt, the way your thighs pushed together in search of any amount of friction. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being used like my own fucktoy?”

You took a deep breath in an attempt to clear your mind. You took the knife off the counter and started cutting a carrot before Dave stopped you and took the knife from your hand. “Enough with the hypothetical.” You turned your head to look at him and in an instant his lips were on yours, kissing, biting, tongue slipping past your lips to explore your mouth.

He picked you up just like he said he would and carried you to the bedroom, ignoring your weak attempts to protest. He got you out of your clothes, quite literally ripping your panties off and tossing them off somewhere.

He kissed down your body, starting at your neck and working his way down, playing close attention to your reactions, which spots were most sensitive, what felt best for you.

You twitched and moaned underneath him, heavy breaths leaving you as his big hands trailed over you. He dwarfed you. Everything about him made you small. From his hands around your neck to that bulge in your gut every time he has you to himself.

He moved back over you, kissing you sweetly before getting out of his own clothes.

“You’re so perfect, sweetheart.” He said as he crawled back over you. “All hot and ready for me, hm?” You let out a soft whine and Dave took it as an invitation to spread your legs.

He had a hand on either of your knees, slowly moving them up to your chest. “Look at that.” He mused. “Don’t even need any prep, hm?” You smiled proudly up at him. "Good girl." He mused as he lined himself up and pushed into you.

You let out a drawn out moan at the feeling, how he stretched you out so good. He gave you a second to adjust to his girth before he started rolling his hips to meet yours.

"Oh, fuck, Dave, just like that." You moaned out. Your hands moved to his back, lightly clawing at his shoulders. He let out a low growl as his hips snapped into yours.

You couldn’t take your mind off of his dick and how each vein dragged against your gummy walls. “Fuck, you’re so small, so fucking tight.” He groaned, leaning down and biting your earlobe.

He sat back, holding your hips in place on his lap, your legs still hooked over his shoulders as he pounded into you.

Your eyes crossed and your tongue lulled out, your body bouncing up and down the bed with every thrust.

Dave’s hand came down hard on your ass and you squealed in pleasure. His hand moved from your hip to your abdomen, he pushed down and you gasped softly. “Look at that, sweetheart,” he mused, “can see just how big I am inside you.” You looked down, eyes narrowing on where a bulge came and went, showing just how deep he was hitting inside you.

He kept pushing on your stomach and your eyes rolled back, a loud moan ripping from your throat. “Oh, fuck, squeezing me so good.” His own head fell back.

Dave’s movements stopped for a moment and he wrapped his arms around you. He lifted you up and carried you off the bed. “Look at that, I can fuck my perfect doll just like this, huh?” He asked, still snapping his hips into your as he stood.

You clung to him like a koala, moaning out in his ear how good he made you feel. “Davie-! Ngh, Davie, please.” His hands gripped your hips, guiding you on his dick.

“Please, what, sweetheart? ‘Oh, please, daddy, make me cum on your big cock’?” He asked in a mocking tone.

“Yes, daddy, please!” You whined. Your mind was racing with his cock, the bulge it made. His big hands over your body, carrying most of your weight, the way he bounced you on his length.

“Be good for me then and cum.” You didn’t need to be told twice, his words resonating in your body and pushing you over the edge. “Oh-oh, fuck!” Dave groaned. “Oh, god, you feel so good when you cum.” With a few more thrusts he was spilling into you, groaning in your ear.

He sat back on the bed and lifted you off of him, watching his own cum drip out of you. “Hmph, fuck.” You breathed.

“Don’t think we’re done yet, do you?” You chuckled and shook your head. “Good girl,” Dave hummed, “not done until my doll can’t walk.” He pushed back into you, your mind racing all over again.

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I just wanted to show this bc I thought it was funny

[steddieas-shegoes]

7:28

this post by @footburn inspired me in that 'you must type this out before you can do anything else' way so here. this was literally from brain to computer in about 20 minutes.

rated m this is literally just the softest and sweetest fluff, with some implied sexual content discussed

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"Eds."

"Hm?"

Eddie's sleepy voice whispered against Steve's ear, his breath sending a shiver down his spine.

Steve turned his head as his hand reached over to cup the back of Eddie's head, his fingers gently gripping the frizzy strands of hair sticking out.

"Gotta get up," Steve mumbled.

The alarm clock would be going off in two minutes, a stark reminder that the real world was just outside of their bedroom and unfortunately required putting on clothes and going to work.

If he could, he'd stay like this all day, every day, for the rest of their lives.

Next to Eddie, on top of Eddie, under Eddie, any way he could possibly have him. As long as the sunlight kept streaming through the window and the warmth of Eddie's soft, sleepy smile was in view, Steve would be happy.

"Mm-mm," Eddie shook his head once, nuzzling closer so his next exhale made Steve's eyes flutter closed.

"I have to open today."

Eddie's hand settled on his shoulder, squeezing once before falling away again.

"Stupid."

"What is, baby?" Steve smirked as he watched Eddie's brows furrow as he finally started to wake up.

"Work."

Eddie's eyes fluttered open.

The alarm clock switched to 7:29.

"Call out," Eddie's eyes blinked slowly.

"I can't. It's just me today. Robs would kill me."

"But it'll kill me to watch you get out of bed," Eddie pouted.

Steve sat up, leaning on his elbow, and looked down at Eddie.

Eddie looked back up at him with those wide eyes, bottom lip out like it would actually convince Steve to stay.

The alarm clock showed 7:30.

Steve reached over to shut off the alarm as soon as it started beeping.

He leaned down to kiss his head, then his heart tattoo, then the scar on his side.

"Pleeeease?" Eddie whined. "I have today off. We could sleep and not sleep."

Steve rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but want to give in.

They had so few days like this: where one of them didn't wake up screaming or crying from a nightmare, where they weren't in pain the moment their eyes opened, where someone wasn't needing them the moment the sun rose.

It was tempting to take advantage of this moment, of this day, see where it would lead if Steve just settled back down in bed, see if they were able to sleep for another couple of hours.

Maybe wake up with lips against skin, or hands against chests or thighs.

Maybe eat breakfast in bed and make more than one type of mess.

Maybe only get up to take a shower together, scrub off the stickiness of syrup and body fluids.

Or maybe they'd get a call in 15 minutes from Dustin, who should know better than to call before ten in the morning on weekends, but does anyway because he won't admit that he misses them.

Maybe Robin would show up to shove Steve out the door for the shift he's supposed to work, pissed that he'd even try to get out of it.

Maybe Wayne would finally remember to bring that cake recipe he found in an old family cookbook and insist on helping him make it since he knows the secret.

Or maybe Steve would kiss Eddie's lips once before getting up and doing the thing he doesn't want to do today so they can enjoy their peace tomorrow.

Maybe Steve can look at the alarm clock that now reads 7:31 and think about how sometimes love is getting out of a cozy bed and going to work so you have money to pay for those concert tickets that are gonna be the best birthday present he's ever gotten.

"Love you so much, Eds," Steve whispers as he pulls away from Eddie's mouth, already longing for another kiss.

"Love you too, sweetheart. Bring ya lunch?" Eddie's eyes were getting heavy again as he turned his head into the sheets, breathing in the scent of Steve, of them.

"See you then."

At 7:32, Steve managed to go into the bathroom to shower and get ready for his day.

At 7:56, Steve kissed Eddie's forehead as he slept, careful not to wake him.

At 8:02, Steve left a note for Eddie on his way out the door, the same note he wrote for him every morning, left on his favorite mug so he wouldn't miss it when he made his coffee.

Love you, miss you, want you - your Stevie

[spider-ghoul]

Chefs <3

Leo Valdez x gn!reader

Warnings: cussing, kisses, mentions of parental death (leos mom), knife for cooking, i think thats it? Lmk if theres somthing else!!!

Leo valdez cooking w reader fic??? Leo Valdez cooking with his partner but they get distracted and make a mess and kisss ahhahahahahah *eye twitches*

This is rly short lmao i wrote it on a whim and i didnt rly worry abt it being properly formatted or grammatically correct so...

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"how many onions should i cut up?" He asked, he was bent over holding one of your moms kitchen knives. A smile plagues his face as he watches your eyes scan over the pages of a cookbook.

He loved cooking, or he loved his memories of cooking. He used to cook with his mom, but... He hadn't gotten to actually cook anything in the years since she passed.

"uh... Just the one? You have to dice them though-"

"dice?"

"like...really small or somethin'? hold on ill show you how i was taught." You said putting down the book and slipping onto the chair next to him, "gimme-"

He handed you the knife and watched as you cut the onion. He knew he was supposed to be watching how to do it properly, but how could he be expected to focus when your right there?

He zoned out, watching you. He only snapped out of it when you said his name again.

"leo-?"

"hm? Yeah?"

"see how i did that?"

He paused weighing the options in his head.

"..i did...Kinda."

You tried to look irritated, but you couldn't help how you smiled.

"yeah?"

"yeah."

"yeah, okay fireboy."

There's a long pause, you watch silently as his face falls slightly.

"hey, y/n?"

"yeah?"

"i love you." He whispers. It was hard for him. Hard for him to say i love you, hard for him to let himself think you loved him back.

"hey, i love you too." You whisper back, smiling softly.

Your hands move to cup his face, pressing a soft kiss on his lip. His hands move to your waist and... Heaven.

Once you pull away, he stares at you for a long moment, only being distracted by a bubbling noise.

"uh..i think the waters boiling over."

"shit."

[14dyh]

Sickness | H.Z.

Pairing: Hange Zoë x female reader Summary: Hange takes care of Y/N during a terrible cold. Word count: 1.4k A/N: oh to be taken care of by hange… (btw hange x reader requests are highly encouraged, i love doing them)

The weather changes recently have been a challenge to Y/N's immune system, which may also partly be the reason for her often sickness. Y/N forgot what mornings without a stuffy nose felt like, or a clawing sore throat begging for relief from a distasteful cough syrup. Food barely tasted good, and every night, the dread of running out of tissues at her bedside creeps up on her. Sickness was incredibly mundane after what she had to go through during the war that both ended and began everything. The war demanded her to fight despite bleeding and injury. To think that a soldier trained to withstand any sickness was currently sick in bed was somehow ironic.

Y/N shifted groggily in the sheets, mind still clouded and her breathing quietly desperate for a better airway.

"Hello, love. Good morning," Hange would quietly say every morning accompanied by a tight hug around her chest, snuggling closer as their bodies dipped on the soft mattress.

Y/N would smile but quietly scold Hange for insisting on sleeping beside her despite her sickness.

"Pfft, I won't get sick," Hange would reason, even going as far as proving it with a few kisses. "See? Sickness itself is scared of me."

Hange's humorous attitude alleviated the discomfort within Y/N. The sickness often irritates her because of how much it restricts her actions around the house. After the war, the house she envisioned with Hange gradually became a reality and became where they settled. It has a wonderful view of a riverside and vast greenery. The neighbors are few and everyone has been kind, mostly because of Hange's charm and friendliness.

Hange insisted on tending to the house when Y/N got sick. They learned to clean up and organize the house in functions that would favor them both. It was a scene Y/N always envisioned as she gripped her sword to fight. This is the peace she fought for. A quiet, married life with her most beloved in a serene countryside.

"Hm, awake already? How'd you feel?" Hange approached the bed, carrying a tray of steaming food over the bed.

"Terrible, but not very much," Y/N muttered, sitting up before coughing on a fresh tissue. She would look at the food Hange prepared and smile, knowing that Hange had been exploring more cookbooks on their bookshelf. They have been fascinated by the outside world cuisine, always eager to try something new and pick the best ones for Y/N. Hange would usually sit by the bed as Y/N ate, flipping through the cookbooks and telling her the contents, what looked tasty, or what they would try next. Y/N could not help but give Hange a loving stare as they rambled on, appreciating how Hange used their curiosity as a love language.

Y/N cherished these days despite the sickness as it was nothing compared to their life before the war. She longed for this resolute peace, creating these halcyon memories to remember.

Y/N, consumed by her current happiness, is unaware that she is slowly deteriorating. Darkness slowly spreads underneath her once lively eyes. Her skin appears more sickly than ever, and a strange lack of reflection plagues the mirrorless house. The setting sun never fades into darkness, and the ticking clocks of life have paused.

The morning... or what she thought it was... was nothing like any before. She awoke shaking and panting violently, her fists clenched and unclenched the sheets as if trying to hold to reality and reality itself. She squeezed her eyes shut, pinching her nose as if to compress the horrors of the past. Was it another nightmare of the war? The same recurring dream of losing Hange? It was unbearable to watch like a memory violently forced into the forefront of her mind.

"It's just a dream..." She muttered to herself, holding onto the pillow.

No sooner, Hange entered the room carrying the breakfast they prepared for Y/N. A worried expression passed over their face as they saw the disheveled, panicked state of their sick wife on the bed. Hange sat beside Y/N, wrapping the blankets around her until they were intertwined in each other's arms.

"I dreamed about it again..." Y/N muttered, almost shakily. "I lost you... You died in that war..." Y/N sniffled, leaning closer to the warmth of her lover, letting her ears be filled with the sound of their heartbeat. Hange remained silent, slowly stroking her hair.

Then Hange broke the silence and whispered, "Why do you think so?"

"We can't pretend like this anymore," Hange whispered back in response, a morose sigh passing over their lips as they almost trembled holding her. Y/N felt her heart lodged in her throat, a deep pit in her stomach eating her away.

Y/N shrugged and shook her head lightly, her hand finding a way around Hange's. "I don't know, probably just my head messing with me," she muttered.

A long silence followed and it filled Y/N with discomfort as though there was something lurking beneath her terrible dreams.

"Hange, what do you mean...?" Y/N wanted to take it back, her words almost like a terrible mistake to trigger a ticking bomb.

Y/N was overcome with the gentle shudders from Hange as they sobbed on her shoulder. Their eyes watering with desperation and grief, they finally mustered the courage to face her, tracing a thumb over her cheeks. The lightness of her touch seemed insignificant against the deeper pallor of her face and the dark circles that enveloped her eyes, signs of her deep internal illness.

Y/N sniffled, partly because of the cold and partly because a dreadful truth began clawing on her insides, demanding to be let out. She could not meet the gaze of her spouse this time.

"I'm so sorry..." Hange whispered. "I wish things could be different."

Hange paused and brought their lips to her cold hands.

"That doesn't matter now, though." Hange's tears began to trickle down their lover's hand, a transitory warmth passing over. "You have to wake up now."

"What...?" It was weak, a persistent cry from her throat, wishing that her ears were fooling her this time.

"Wake up now, I'll always be here," Hange held her tight, their actions betraying their words. They don't want to let go. But holding on would only hurt her.

Y/N shook her head furiously, a string of no's spilling from her lips as she held on to Hange with her eyes closed.

"Please, sweetheart," Hange pleaded, their thumb wiping away the tears that fell on their lover's face. "You have to let me go."

"What are you saying...? Please don't leave me..." Y/N gripped Hange's arms, afraid to let them go again. Afraid that she would lose them again the way she did back then.

Was it all a dream? Y/N thought to herself. Then why does the sun feel so warm, why were Hange's heartbeats so real against her ear? Y/N broke into tears as the world began to shift back to reality once again. The warmth. Hange's heartbeats. They felt so strong yet so desperately hollow...

Unreal.

"I love you, I always will." Hange loosened the grip, letting Y/N return to the world they fought for.

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Y/N woke up crying on the cold sheets of what their room should have been. A heavy storm pounded against the roofs and windows, the sound forming a euphonious symphony to be heard inside. Y/N let the obsidian sky cry with her, the emptiness of the house consuming her bit by bit. The same place Hange promised to build a life with her became nothing but a hungry space, waiting to consume her as well.

Y/N shook her head, refusing for things to end this way. She cried and cried, she showed this place that she wouldn't be consumed... she was meant to live. That's what Hange would have wanted.

Y/N fell asleep crying, peaceful at once as she drifted back to unconsciousness.

That morning, Y/N felt the balmy rays of the sun spilling warmth through her skin. Her eyes fluttered open, still puffy and weak from crying. She cried with the sky so much that night. So hard that her nose cleared up, regaining her airways once again.

She could breathe again, no longer suffocating, no longer a prey to be consumed by her grief... The empty grave of her lover felt so close yet so illusory in the backyard of the house they once dreamt of together.

"Thank you, Hange..." she mumbled as her eyes fluttered close once again. A tell-tale embrace enveloped her in warmth as she drifted back to a peaceful slumber.

[thebearer]

The reader having a natural soothing singing voice and would sing Carmen to sleep sometimes unintentionally whenever they’re watching tv or just relaxing in bed

i could see him liking you to read to him before bed. anything, really, he’d be fine with a cookbook honestly. just reading recipes you find online or on instagram or pinterest.

wait this is so cute bc

“combine sugar, flour, sea salt, and yeast-“

“-yeast? with leeks?”

“yeah that’s what it says.” you tilt the phone towards carmen, who’s still laying on your shoulder so he can feel your chest buzz softly with your words.

“hm, i dunno about that one, baby. do another one.”

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

WAGH!! guys. y'all know what today is. it's tidbit tuesday time again!!! (not really a tidbit I started writin' 'n got so drawn in I accidentally pretty much wrote a whole fic) (sorry!!!) (also this is a part 2 of sorts to another fic I wrote here!!) (enjoy!!)

It's a Friday night which can really only mean one thing for the Curtis household: it's alive. All seven of them clustered together. Voices risin' 'n fallin', pans clatterin' together, bodies runnin' up 'n down the hall, someone thrown to the ground, a fresh bruise where an elbows been jammed into a rib.

The TV's playin', flippin' on interval back 'n forth between two shows every commercial break. The record player's on 'n takin' up a prized 'n rare space on the couch. Soda's got his guitar pulled up in his lap, catchin' every other chord. He's already kicked both Steve 'n Two hard onto the floor for tryin' to move it (to their mutual outrage).

Darry's in the kitchen, nose stuck down into their ma's cookbook, pluggin' through a casserole that both Pony 'n Dallas had raved over last month (a hard sell, at least on Dallas' part).

Dallas is propped up on the counter, absently recountin' a fight he'd seen down at Buck's. ('N you weren't involved?) (C'mon, Darry. Have a little faith in me.) (I have a little faith. That's the problem.)

"So anyways. I'm watchin' this guy, right? Man, he was like four sticks 'n eyes. Picture Pony. Just a twig right-"

"I heard that!" Pony shouts, somehow managin' to pull his rapt attention from the Friday night cartoons to defend his honor over the sound of Two puttin' up a decent fight Johnny's world-famous poker skills 'n Soda managin' to get two whole chords right in a row.

"Guess I don't need to get your ears checked after all, huh? With all the sorry I didn't do the dishes I didn't hear you ask you've been doin' lately you had me real worried." Darry shoots back before Dallas can cut in, pinnin' a carrot to the cuttin' board 'n slicin'.

Pony grumbles but doesn't say anythin' else, distracted by Steve palmin' dial on the TV 'n switchin' it back to whatever beach flick he'd been tryin' to watch.

"So anyways. I'm watchin' this guy run his mouth 'n Jesus. Look, I'm all for a bit of talk. But at some point, it's pack it in or pack it up-"

Two wails, throws his cards on the table 'n Johnny chuckles to himself. "Jesus Christ kid. What do I owe you now? My firstborn?"

"Ah, yeah." Johnny shuffles the cards up again, twistin' them in his hands like real professional dealers did. "Somethin' like that. But I'm feelin' generous. You can keep that, Two. I'll settle for, what, the hundred bucks you're up to now?"

"Aw, damn. Must've left it in my other pants pocket." Soda howls, momentarily distracted by the prospect of a good joke. He kicks him in the spine from where Two's folded up in front of the coffee table 'n Two twists 'n grabs at his ankle, tryin' to drag him off the couch.

Soda hollers, writhin' 'n twistin' desperately away. "Not with the baby!" He clutches his guitar up to his chest, 'n Two relents with one final lungin' jab in Soda's side he wails at.

Darry rolls his eyes, dumps the carrots off the cuttin' board 'n into the mixture of meat 'n vegetables in the pan. "You were sayin', Dal?"

"Hm? OH! Yeah, so the guy gets up from the bar 'n I'm thinkin' to myself like holy fuck. He's dead meat. Ain't no way he's walkin' away from this-"

"Hey!" Pony dives on Steve, rolls 'n ends up flat on his back. "Stop changing' the fuckin' channel!"

Darry looks up, narrows his eyes 'n tries to guess whether they'll escalate or not.

"Stop actin' like a brat!" Pony lets out an indignant noise, decides to play dirty 'n reaches up to grab a fistful of Steve's hair 'n yanks.

Darry sighs, wipes his hands on the front of his apron, flips the stove on.

Soda's back to playin', hard 'n fast 'n at least two of his strings are wound too tight.

"You were sayin'?"

"If I'm a brat then you're a bitch. No actin' necessary!"

Darry groans, shakes his head in exasperation. "One sec, Dal." He disappears into the livin' room 'n Dallas can hear him manhandlin' Steve 'n Pony off of each other 'n poppin' 'em once for good measure. 'Course Dallas doesn't see 'cause he's too busy puttin' his fingers down in the casserole to fish out a piece of ground beef.

Two 'n Johnny are back to playin', Soda's finally found a good pace, catchin' most of the notes. He's still playin' a bit too hard-

"I saw that." Darry bats Dallas' hand away 'n Dal scowls at him but pulls his fingers back. "Now, finish what you were sayin'-"

There's a sharp twang 'n Soda's playin' abruptly stops. "Ow! Shit."

"What's wrong?" Dallas leans so far forward on the counter he nearly falls off 'n Darry absently puts a hand out to catch him. Soda's got his finger in his mouth, the guitar slung haphazardly down in his lap, one string snapped clean in two. "Oh, shit."

He hops off the counter deftly, crosses into the livin' room, 'n fishes in the discarded guitar case. "Anyways, Dar. So this guy, he's like four times this kid's size. No kiddin' on that either." He pulls out a coiled G string, flattens it out between his fingers. "'N I'm thinkin' ok. Man, this kid's gonna get creamed. Like pounded into the fuckin' floor."

He pulls Soda's guitar off his lap, props himself up on the arm since the records player's still skippin' 'n spinnin' on the couch cushion beside Soda.

"'N Buck comes out from behind the bar, like he's gonna do anythin' to stop the guy, right." Dallas idly unstrings the snapped G, nimble fingers pullin' the bridge pin out 'n tossin' the discarded end at Soda who catches it easily. "But naw, man. This kid, I swear I ain't never seen someone knock out a guy like that. Shit." He lets out a long, low whistle, winds the new string in.

He pauses, plucks at it til he finds the sound he wants, nods self satisifed, 'n sweeps it back into Soda's hands. "Jesus, man. It was crazy." When he looks up Soda's starin' at him, that shit-eatin' grin that tells Dallas' he's made a mistake somewhere painted across his face. "What?"

He twists 'catches Darry lookin' back at him with a raised eyebrow like he's let somethin' slip he hadn't meant to. "What?"

Two, Steve, Pony, 'n Johnny are all starin' at him, mouths gapin', arguments 'n games forgotten 'n Dallas' sinkin' concern is startin' to bleed into irritation. "Will y'all stop lookin' at me like dead fish 'n tell me what."

Pony blinks at him, once, twice. "Dallas. Can you play the fuckin' guitar?"

Oh. Well. Shit.

There's a brief pause. A second where no one says anythin'. 'N then Soda howls, gigglin' so hard he grabs for his side 'n dissolves. Darry snorts, turns his head 'n disappears back into the kitchen when Dallas glares at him.

"Well, Dal." Soda composes himself. Blinks at Dallas with big, stupid eyes. "Guess the cat's outta the bag!" 'N it takes every goddamn thing in Dallas to not pick that stupid fuckin' guitar right up 'n crack it over Sodapop Curtis' dumbass fuckin' head.

[hello-my-name-is-aves]

Thursday Sanegiyu AU Meet-Cute writing exercise? I think so.

In another life, they met the way that people usually do. Simply by happenstance. Two paths that had no reason to cross, but somehow did. 

“Would you fucking watch where you’re going?” 

It wasn’t the smoothest of first meetings. 

Giyu blinked in surprise, looking up at the man he had run into when rounding the blind corner of a shelf in the bookshop. He was glaring at Giyu, more fiercely than the situation warranted, surely. After all, the man wasn’t the one that had been knocked flat on his ass. Ouch. His ass that was probably bruised from its crash landing on the floor. Plus his elbow. He frowned and rubbed where it had clipped the corner. 

“Shit,” the man sighed, anger giving way to exasperation. He rolled his eyes (violet-gray eyes, Giyu noted, such a unique color) and reached a hand out to Giyu. 

Giyu looked at the proffered hand. It was a sturdy hand, broad palm, calloused, riddled with scars. Giyu stared at it, oddly fascinated, and hesitated – a moment too long, apparently. The man made a disgusted sound and reached further, snagging Giyu’s arm, grip firm around his bicep. He hauled him to his feet. Which put them standing far too close. Close enough to smell cedar and pine scent coming off his skin, earthy, crisp, a little spicy. His aftershave, or maybe his hair product? Not a bad smell. Really good, actually. Somehow familiar, giving rise to a sense of fondness that made little by way of any sense. Giyu felt a bit of warmth in his cheeks (standing here smelling a total stranger, stop being weird) and stepped back. The man let go of his arm. Strong hands, Giyu thought, feeling the ghost of it lingering on his skin. 

The books, Giyu realized. He looked down at the ground between them. His book – a fantasy novel that was too thick for its own good – was lying amid a litany of bright covers about… Flowers? Giyu bent down and started gathering the books, looking at their titles. An identification field guide for local wildflowers. A guide to gardening and horticulture. A botanical history book. And even a cookbook that seemed to focus on using edible flowers and herbs you could grow right in your own yard. 

Hm. Not a selection of books he would have guessed would interest someone like…like… Well, he didn't know why he thought that. It just didn't seem like a good fit. 

“They're a gift,” the man said gruffly, as though he’d seen the skepticism in Giyu’s expression, though Giyu was sure he hadn’t made a face. The man crouched down to pick up the last two books Giyu hadn’t gathered yet, then they stood. “I've got a friend, her birthday is next week,” he lifted the books, “She's into flowers and plants, all that green thumb bullshit.” 

Ah. That made sense. A friend. Giyu felt a bit of satisfaction knowing his unfounded instinct for the man’s interests had been correct. Could he guess what the man’s interests were with as much accuracy? Probably not, but maybe if they had a chance to talk for a few minutes. Over coffee, or dinner, or–

“Are you a damn mute or something?” 

Abrasive. Impatient. A rough voice that matched his scarred skin. Very scarred. Hands. Arms. Face. More? And all of it somehow…endearing. His expression was sliding back into glare territory, now, though. Giyu supposed he ought to try to diffuse the tension growing in the line of the man's shoulders before he started yelling. 

“Of course not,” Giyu said, “Here are your books.” 

The man made a sound like a scoff, then gathered the books out of Giyu's arms, skin brushing skin where their hands briefly collided in the exchange and Giyu’s heart rate, usually very slow, very steady, skipped.  

“Be more careful,” the man grunted. He half turned, hesitated, looked like he had something more to say, considered, then shook his head once, chaotically styled silver hair falling in his face and he stepped around the corner. 

Disappointment. 

Illogical. Insensible. Undeniable. 

Giyu’s feet were moving before he even really knew why. He scanned the shelf that the man had been looking at before Giyu had run into him, finally finding what he was looking for. He quickly went around the next corner in the direction the man had gone. 

Fortunately, it didn’t take long to find him. With his silver hair and solid build, he had a presence about him that stood out. Not at all like Giyu, who felt that he melted into the backdrop of any scene he found himself in. 

He’d stopped in front of a selection of books on lepidopterology – butterflies. 

Giyu cleared his throat as he approached the man, and he looked over his shoulder. 

“You again?” He asked. But Giyu didn’t think he sounded upset. 

“This is the one you should give to your friend,” Giyu suggested. He extended the book he had taken from the shelf. A memoir, threaded with personal stories, the journey of a woman who dedicated her life to her passion for and study of flowers. “My brother’s girlfriend loved this book. She’s also into all the green thumb bullshit.”  

The man looked at the book, then back up to Giyu. He really was very striking, Giyu decided. The kind of man that made an impression. Giyu had known him for all of five minutes – he didn’t even know his name – but he felt…fascinated. He wanted to introduce himself. He wanted to ask questions. He wanted to read the man like he was a book off one of these shelves, flip through his pages, memorize his lines, reread him again and again until he knew him by heart. 

“Thanks,” the man finally said, accepting the book. And looked away. 

Okay. Giyu sighed. That was it. He didn’t want to be an annoyance. There was nothing more to be said. Time to walk away. He turned, ignoring that his feet felt like lead, ignoring the tugging pull that urged him to turn back, ignoring the impulse to be brave, to put himself out there, to listen to whatever foundationless gut feeling was telling him that there was something here, some potential, some connection. 

Probably all in his head. 

“Hey–” 

The voice stopped him in his tracks. 

Giyu turned back. Cautious. Hopeful. 

“You come here very often?” the man asked. 

Giyu shrugged. “Often enough,” he said, reining in the fluttering at his pulse, the twist in his stomach.  

“Happen to know if the cafe is any good?” He jerked his head in the direction of the little in-store cafe and coffee shop near the entrance. 

Giyu raised an eyebrow. “It’s good. A little overpriced, maybe–”

“What isn’t these days?” the man snorted. 

Giyu felt the barest hint of a smile threatening his composure, and nodded in agreement. 

“You hungry?” the man asked. 

Giyu considered. Not really. He’d eaten a late breakfast, and it was barely past eleven.  

“Sure,” he said, “I could eat.” 

The man sighed, a deep, disgruntled sound, like he wasn’t quite sure what he was getting himself into or why. “Great,” he said and started walking in the direction of the cafe with his load of books. Giyu followed a step behind. The man threw over his shoulder, “my treat, since I knocked you on your ass – even though it was your own damn fault.” 

Snarky. Guarded. Self-conscious about kindness for kindness’ sake. Fascinating. 

A few steps later the man asked, “You got a name?”

The smile pulled at Giyu’s lips. Names. A good place to start. The title of the book. 

“Giyu,” Giyu said. 

He watched the man process his name, a slight nod like it was what he expected, like it was a good fit for the person it belonged to. Giyu wondered if this man’s name would be the same. 

Please tell me your name…

“Sanemi,” the man introduced himself. 

Sanemi. Giyu rolled the name around his tongue, silently tasting its shape. Sanemi, Sanemi, Sanemi. 

A good name. A fitting name. A name that matched the man it belonged to, most definitely. 

“Nice to meet you, Sanemi,” Giyu said. 

Sanemi just made a somewhat agreeable sound in return. Not overly enthused, not outwardly, but Giyu didn’t think he was imagining the rose dusting the man’s cheeks. 

Nice. Giyu ducked his head, the smile finally breaking through his stoicism. He wasn't sure why. It made no sense whatsoever… But for meeting Sanemi? The word didn't seem to remotely begin to cover it. 

END

😌 I never get tired of AUs. I love them to absolute death.

[daichiduskdrop]

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Chapter 22

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none :)

Words: 4017

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And so, you and Yoongi took your time walking around the bookstore, looking over the many different sections of stories available.

You ended up in front of the multilinguage books, ranging from English and Spanish all the way over to Hindi and Japanese. Your mother tongue spiked a bit of interest in you, having you reach to grasp the first book in sight.

It was a cookbook, talking about the usual Japanese cuisine and treats available mostly in the country, bringing them to your home so you can enjoy them there too.

„Do you speak Japanese, oppa?” You asked, your voice low as you looked over the colourful pictures of Yakitori. It looked quite tasty there, too.

„I know a few things, kitty.” He answered with his hand in yours, his thumb gently running over your knuckles. You smiled softly.

You knew Korean more than well now, but still, you liked to watch a lot of movies in Japanese, just to make sure you wouldn't forget.

Growing up, you didn't really have a big opportunity to learn any languages, apart from korean of course, which was usually spoken at your home. Your school had only minimal lessons of English, so apart from the simplest phrases ever, you didn't know much.

You let the alpha gently pull you along towards a music history book he saw in the corner of his eye—the man flipping through the massive encyclopaedia.

„Pup, do you want to stay here for a bit longer or do you want to go now, sweetheart?” The packalpha asked, walking bristly over to the both of you. He already had a big bag from the bookstore hanging from his hand, seemingly pretty full with how bulky it was.

„Did you-” You didn't get much of a word in before his palms were over your cheeks, gently running over the sides of your face covered in the face mask.

„Be a good girl, pup, and let alpha spoil you, baby."

He said, gently bowing down to be face-to-face with you. Smiling brightly, he booped your covered nose before he took your other unoccupied hand in his.

„We can go...” You whispered, and your cheeks warmed up at the sweet words the alpha shared with you.

„How about the music store? I want to check the new audio monitors; I saw many ads.” Yoongi said, he was already pulling you both out of the bookstore.

„Oh yeah, they had a lot of claims for sure." Namjoon answered, leading you both back to the very bottom floor. The mall had fewer people now, but still, there were quite a few bypassers, making the alphas stay close to you.

When the music store with the giant NAKWON light-up sign appeared, you and the pair of alphas were only left in slight disappointment. The metal bars were pulled over the entrance to the store, and the neon sign was turned off.

„Shit, it's closed.” The older man mumbled, but still, you wanted to at least look through the gaps, and the large arrangement of equipment made you interested.

„Kitty I'm sorry, but we can't go right now, baby. I'll take you later so you can see, okay? It's alright, baby kitten. Let's go somewhere else now, hm? What would you like to see, my kitty?”

The alpha was quick to try and distract you, not wanting you to dwell. He wasn't sure if you were as excited as he was deep inside, and he didn't want you to be disappointed and sad. He didn't realise that it would be closed today.

„It's okay.” You whispered, looking over the music instruments hung up on the wall, a beautiful dark blue guitar catching your attention. It was almost black with how greyish it was; it looked very pretty and luxurious.

„Sweetheart, alpha's will take you here sometime, okay? I promise. Let's go now; don't be sad, baby.” The packalpha tried to pull you away himself, not sure if the way you were mesmerised was a good sign.

You seemed to definitely want to go in with how your eyes sparkled, and he was sad he couldn't let you go. They didn't want you to start crying so suddenly either, choosing to take you somewhere else to take your mind off of the store.

After a few seconds, you nodded, looking back up at the two men who pulled you so sweetly along. Remembering that you needed some clothes, you weren't sure if it was appropriate for you to ask that.

You felt embarrassment creeping up on you, your steps slowing down a little, and both of the alphas turned to you right away. Noting how you avoided their eyes, Yoongi was the one to kneel down first, your head in his palms.

„Kitty? Baby, what's wrong? Tell alpha...” He whispered, your eyes meeting his for a second or two. Whispering it in his ear, you felt your cheeks flare up.

He started laughing gently, ruffling up your hair. „Yah, don't be scared to ask for something like that, baby. Of course we can get you some; let's go.” The alpha quickly led you around until a lingerie shop was in your view.

„Should we go with you, pup? Or do you want us to stay outside?” The packalpha asked, his fingers combing through your hair. You were so glad you had been wearing the face mask this whole time; you would surely be more embarrassed at how much you were blushing.

„I can go on my own.” You whispered, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further. Just as you were about to pull yourself from their warm hands, the packalpha was quick to pull your right back.

„Okay. We will stay right here; if you'll need anything, come get us, okay? Here's the card.” He handed you a black credit card. Your eyes grew double, looking up at the shocked man.

„N-No, oppa, I have my own card plus-” Namjoon didn't do much; he only pulled you closer, his lips brushing over the top of your head, a light scent mark being left between your hair.

„Let alphas spoil you, 'mega." He whispered in your ear, gently patting your lower back and ushering you towards the entrance of the store.

The two alphas watched over your figure carefully but fondly, wanting to make sure you would be safe without them. Taking a seat at the benches, they waited patiently for you to return.

Meanwhile, the other pack members have been up to a few things each. Jungkook has already bought one of your many upcoming Christmas gifts and was pleased with the purchase. He was so sure you would like something like this and was happy he could spoil you rotten.

After texting his two hyungs, he soon got around to them, wanting to choose a few clothes for you himself. The youngest received a few private messages from Jimin and Taehyung, both of the alphas asking him about his opinions on a few things.

Quickly greeting themselves, Jungkook pointed to the snow boots they chose for you; the adorable white pair of knee-high boots that were from Dior once again.

They were the moon boots style, with gold lettering up top spelling the luxury brand's name. The fluffy fake fur covered the very front of them, and with the tie-up pom-poms over it, the boys were sold when they came across them.

After checking if the inside was comfortable and the insole fleece would keep you nice and warm, the two Alpha's decided that this would be a nice pick for you.

„Those are cute, Hyung!" He said after Jimin opened up the paper box for him to see. The alpha nodded happily, glad to find a pair that seemed to go so well with your style.

„They are really good quality; I think they should keep her nice and warm.” Taehyung said, running his fingers over the fluffy material lining the inside.

The youngest nodded at that, happy to know so. This was very important; they didn't want you to be sick and would do anything to prevent it.

And so, the trio went around a few more stores, ending up with another two pairs of boots in the bag. The first was one that Jungkook chose for you. They looked quite similar to the moon boots the two other alphas bought for you, but these seemed to be a bit more durable.

They were an off-white colour, with a hint of brown and beige here and there. With a thicker sole and fluffy insoles and lining, the front was also lined with fur-like fabric. They had thick, circular brown lacing that created an adorable long bow, and went only to your ankles.

The other pair was black, also an ankle boot that had a grey fur lining going over the top of the shoe. They were made from a strong leather-like material, meaning that they wouldn't be as comfortable but would for sure not get dirty or wet.

Just as they were standing in a selectively snowboarder and skiing store that had a lot of very nice jackets, beanies, and such, the eldest received a call.

„Hey Jin-hyung, what's up?”

„Hey, me and Hobi-ah, just finished the groceries; are you guys done? I still have to get started on dinner, and it will be almost 18 soon.”

Looking around for his packmates, Jimin placed the light pale blue jacket back onto its hook, the two other alphas discussing something about a pair of snow trousers the older held.

„Guys, we are leaving; go pay if you have everything now.” He said, taking the phone from his ear before he listened back to the eldest packmate on the phone.

„We will meet you guys near the main entrance, okay?”

„Okay hyung, see you then.” Jimin answered, ending the call and walking back to the youngests, currently paying for a few more things they bought for you (and a pair of gloves Taehyung fell in love with).

The alphas made sure not to take too long, quickly collecting all the bags before they made their way to the entrance, where the rest of the pack was waiting.

You were currently being smothered by Jin and Hoseok, both of the men hugging you and caressing your back and cheeks, gently asking you about where you went and what the alpha's bought for you.

„My sweet peaches, you were such a good girl, baby.” Jin murmured softly, swaying you both from side to side, your head resting against his chest.

„What did you do, oppa?" You asked, your voice soft and sweet, sounding like music to their ears.

„Us sunny? We didn't do much stuff that's exciting, bub; we just went to get the groceries. We bought a few snacks, though. Do you want to wat-"

„Babybun!” Jungkook smiled widely, plucking you right from his elders arms and taking you into his instead. His hands went over your hair, smoothing it down gently, while his chin ran over the top of your head, his scent covering yours virgously.

It didn't take too long for Jimin and Taehyung to catch up, each of them having their respectful times with you while they rubbed their scent into yours, soft and mindful.

„Babycheeks, Alpha is very happy to see you, baby.”

„Hm.. what did you buy, princess? Did you like the mall? We can come here again, precious, anytime you want.”

You tried your best to answer all their questions, reassuring them that you did indeed have a great time while Namjoon and Yoongi spoiled you. You left out the visit to the lingerie store, the smaller, light pink bag standing out a little considering the other much larger shopping bags held.

It didn't take too long for the other alphas to notice, but they let you be, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

Namjoon soon appeared through the sliding entrance, taking a few bags himself. You tried to carry a few yourself, but your hands were quickly tucked away into Taehyung's and Hobi's palms, the two alpha's leading you to the front of the store where Yoongi was waiting with the car.

The men made quick work loading up the vehicle's booth before you all started to pile in. You took a seat in the middle of the front row, with Hoseok and Tae on each side still.

After helping you settle in, the packalpha made sure to turn on one of the apps that was recently purchased, a soft and calming music that was meant to imply sleeping sounding through the vehicle.

„Seriously, I'll fall asleep behind the wheel this way.” The second eldest grumbled, looking in the rear view mirror to check if everyone was ready to go. Namjoon only stiffened a laugh next to him, finally being able to take his face mask off.

„Sunnybub, let's take a selca!” Hoseok exclaimed, turning on his phone camera. You leaned from Taehyung after you were looking at his own phone's screen; the alpha was currently showing you one of the new games he downloaded.

„N-Now?” You asked, unsure. You probably looked pretty wrecked. The mask you wore this afternoon was taken off a few minutes ago, and you weren't sure how you looked. You were quite tired after all, but you had a very happy day after the terrible start.

„Of course, sunshine, come here.” He said, pulling you closer to himself softly.

„Oppa, but my hair and—" You went to complain, noticing how messy you looked on the screen. Hobi shushed you softly, his cheek running over the top of your head in a soft motion.

„You are perfect, baby, always.”

The alpha placed his head next to yours, helping you pose for a few quick and cute selfies. Taehyung didn't take too long to take his own camera out, wanting to take photos with you too.

Hoseok might have been the first one to get a picture with you, but he would for sure get the cutest one. And so, Tae posed with you too, both of you laughing, especially after Hoseok took part in the little photoshoot too.

Jin, Jungkook, and Jimin soon noticed, also going into the frame. Yoongi was mumbling about how loud it was from behind the wheel as Namjoon took a whole group photo next to him after they took a stop at the red light.

Soon, after you all calmed down a little, you rested your back fully, your eyes closing for only a second. It felt like the car was much quieter now.

The alphas were used to being quite loud and rowdy most of the time, but after Namjoon noticed your eyes closing, he motioned for them all to quiet down. Your soft breathing was calm and sweet.

It was a very important thing for you to let your guard down with no worries before them like that. The vulnerable, sleepy state you entered made them all just a bit more protective and dominant, as if they weren't that before.

And so the drive home was silent—the soft sound of sleep music with delta waves running through the vehicle—and only a few soft words exchanged between the men. Your scent changed soon; the sweetness was less noticeable.

It was a natural reaction for your body to lessen your normally quite strong scent. If you were asleep, you were of course vulnerable, and if any predator of some sort would look for its prey, you would be less likely to be noticed, the danger level lower.

When the car finally arrived home, it was already dark out, and with how quickly the sun sets during the winter, it was obvious. The snow has started to fall again tonight, the snowflake Christmas everyone always dreamed of coming closer and closer.

Yoongi parked the car, turning off the engine. The alphas piled out slowly, Jungkook climbing for you the fastest, quietly unclipping your seatbelt before he hooked his arms around you, pulling you to his chest.

He climbed back out of the car, making sure your legs were well wrapped around his waist and your head was hidden in the crook of his neck.

Jin had already walked to the entrance; a few bags were dropped by the open door to keep it from shutting as he went to retrieve a few more and help the others.

The eldest couldn't help but coo at you. Seeing how his youngest packmate was so careful and sweet with you, he gently ran his fingers through your hair, letting Jungkook go inside.

The alpha kicked off his shoes, walking bristly to the couch, where he gently placed you down. You whined softly; the gentle scent that was around was suddenly gone, unsettling you from your sweet sleep.

„It's okay, bunbun, you can sleep, baby. I'm here, hm? Alpha is here.” He whispered softly, gently untying your shoes for you. There weren't many girls he would ever kneel for, but he would never hesitate with you.

Carefully unzipping your jacket, you were brought from your sleep for a small second, too drowsy to really realise what was going on. The youngest didn't bother to carry the coat back to the entrance hall, instead letting it lay on the couch as he brought a comfortable blanket that was lying around to himself.

With Jungkook carefully climbing behind you, his arms went around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. The alpha layed on his back with a pillow under his head, gently manoeuvring you so your cheek would rest against his heart, the beat calming.

He has already read quite a few articles and asked one of his friends, Juwon, who was also an alpha and had had a stable pack for about three years about how to best take care of a courted omega.

The man had an omega himself, and after calling with the alpha for an hour or two, he told him some good of advice meant to help you settle in easier.

A good amount of sleep was always a good way to start, and even though you already had a nap today, there would be no harm in having another one.

Juwon had told him that a heartbeat can ensure a long rest, as it reminds them of the alpha's presence even when unconscious and should help with any nightmares and unreasonable waking ups.

Jungkook trusted his friend, and he wanted you to sleep well, so he let you rest up against him while he gently rubbed your back with the blanket over the both of you.

It's not like you would truly need it; the higher temperature the alpha sported was already warming you up quite well. Still, it brought comfort, and so it wasn't to any harm.

The rest of the pack eventually lingered in, with Hoseok softly tutting at the youngest while he took your clothes back to the hangers, making sure everything looked nice and clean.

With Jin, Yoongi, and Hobi all starting the dinner to be as quick as possible, Jimin and Taehyung carried the clothing bags upstairs, planning to surprise you some time soon.

Namjoon relaxed into the couch, his hand gently patting your back in a comforting rhythm, the sleep soon taking over for both the youngest and you.

The pack alpha turned on the TV, making sure to turn off the volume so it wouldn't spook you while watching the news with the subtitles provided.

 

„-has the latest update. Over to you, Min Kyu.

Weather Reporter: Thank you, Sok Ki. Yes, Seoul is experiencing bone-chilling temperatures, and it's only going to get colder. We're expecting a significant snowfall in the upcoming days, which could result in hazardous road conditions and potential travel disruptions. Viewers are advised to take necessary precautions and stay updated on weather advisories.

Anchor: In other news, authorities are continuing their search for escaped criminal Min In-Su. Min In-Su, known for a string of crimes, remains at large, causing concern among citizens. Our correspondent, Sung Yunso-ssi, has the latest details on the manhunt. What's going on, Sung Yunso-ssi?

Correspondent: Thank you, Sok Ki. Despite extensive efforts from law enforcement agencies, Min In-Su continues to evade capture. He is considered dangerous, and authorities are urging the public to remain vigilant. Omegas are advised to stay close to their packs, and the youngest citizens should always be watched over. If you have any information that could assist in his arrest, please contact the local police immediately.

Anchor: Despite these challenging circumstances, there's a glimmer of cheer awaiting Seoul residents. The city is gearing up for the upcoming Christmas festival markets, where visitors can enjoy the festive spirit and engage in various activities. Our reporter, Sam Youn-gi, gives us a sneak peek. Take it away, Youn-gi.

Reporter: Thank you, Sok Ki. The Christmas festival markets in Seoul are set to bring joy and excitement to the city. From delectable food stalls offering traditional Korean delicacies to unique gift shops and mesmerising live performances, these markets promise unforgettable experiences for families and friends. Authorities have taken great care to ensure safety measures are in place for everyone's enjoyment. The markets will be held until the 25th of December, so for the next 10 days Make sure to check them out!

Anchor: Thank you, Youn-gi. We'll definitely be looking forward to those festive Christmas markets. And th-” 

 

Jin walked over to the couch, standing next to it while watching TV for a minute. The alpha always liked the market and would definitely want to check it out this year too.

With Christmas near, they had a calmer schedule, and since they were on hiatus now too, they could make some free time to check it out.

The alpha knew that a lot of the packmembers had already started planning on visiting their families sometimes this upcoming holiday; he himself too, and wanted to take you to see their home cities.

They also wanted to take you skiing sometime soon; they haven't talked about it with you yet, but a nice two- or three-day ski and snowboarding holiday sounded quite fun.

And with how much snow there was, it would for sure be possible, depending, of course, on whether you actually wanted to go.

The eldest brought himself from the thought train he unconsciously entered, gently patting the packalpha's shoulder. „Come on, dinner's ready.” He softly said, noting that you and Jungkook were still sound asleep.

The youngest alpha has been pushing himself for so long, the others realised, and oftentimes he would struggle with getting the right amount of sleep.

It wasn't in their second gender nature to let anyone really pamper them, and so if any of the packmembers would bring it up, Jungkook would just tend to brush them off.

That wasn't truly his fault either; Jin could bet each and every one of them would do the same if it happened to them.

But seeing you and him so closely wrapped up with one another, your scents combining gently, he didn't want his younger packmate to miss out on any more sleep.

„Let them sleep now, Joon-ah. They can eat later.” He said this, smiling softly at you. You were adorable.

And so, as the packalpha only hummed, already knowing that he would very gladly take a seat near the table to keep you two company later today, he stood up to help prepare the table, being mindful not to break anything.

Seokjin leaned over to you, his lips softly pecking your cheek. He smiled gently at you, his eyes fond and soft. The alpha knew then and there that you would be their only one for the rest of their lives.

„Alpha loves you lots and lots, my baby.”

He whispered, letting his lips brush up against your cheek again, before he too quietly stepped away to go eat dinner, leaving you closely wrapped up in Jungkook's arms, the alpha not even thinking for a second to let go.

You were their angel after all, brought in with the gentle patter of snow from outside. You needed to be kept safe, tucked away in their arms, always warm and happy.

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