#i got the heart shaped plates/bowls set

[quettasecond]

cute ceramics

[vax-merstappen]

Just home fluff with Max Verstappen, like a cozy Sunday

sundays are for racing (mv1)

ooh i love home fluff!! hope you enjoy this, anon!

summary: it is winter break so max is home this sunday, you decide to show him that it's okay to relax and take some time off.

It was the first weekend after the Formula 1 season had ended. You woke up in the bed you usually slept in alone to see that for the first time in a while, your boyfriend was sound asleep on the other side of the bed. It was comforting to know he was home and that everything in your life was together again.

You sat up and looked to the foot of the bed, seeing that Jimmy and Sassy were curled up between you and Max's legs. Your heart filled with joy, knowing your whole little family was back together. You closed your eyes for a few more minutes, content with your current situation. But then you had the wonderful idea to make breakfast in bed for your boyfriend. He had just finished an intense season of racing where he had won his third world championship. You wanted to do something special for him.

You stretched and climbed out of bed, making your way to the kitchen. The cats followed you and you made sure to put some food in their bowls before getting to work on breakfast for your boyfriend. After investigating the fridge, you decided on some toast and eggs, simple but tasty.

It took you a few minutes to make it, but you then assembled all of the ingredients on a tray along with a glass of milk. Pleased with the results, you went into your bedroom to find that your boyfriend was no longer in bed. Instead, Max was standing up and fully dressed in exercise gear.

"Max..." you said with a sigh. "Why are you going jogging?"

"Because I need to stay in shape," he replied, matter of factly.

"But the season just ended? Surely you can have a lazy day?"

He looked at the plate of food in your hand. "Was that for me?"

"Yeah, I thought I'd make you breakfast in bed so you could relax after the season. A breakfast of champions."

His gaze softened and he smiled at you. "Well I guess I can enjoy that before I jog."

He sat down on the bed and you sat beside him, wanting to be close to your boyfriend after being apart for so long. You were willing to spend any moment with him that you could get, even if it was just watching him eat breakfast.

"Thank you, darling. I wasn't expecting you to make me breakfast."

"Just wanted to do something nice for my handsome, incredible boyfriend. But he almost ruined it by going for a jog on what should be a lazy day," you teased.

"Who said today was supposed to be lazy?"

"I did. I always spend Sundays being lazy, you know, staying cozy in the house before I go back to work on Monday. I always relax on the couch and watch movies or your races."

He seemed thoughtful. "Well Sunday is usually the least lazy day for me. Sundays are for racing."

"Not when you're on break."

Max looked you in the eye. "Well I guess one lazy Sunday won't hurt anyone. You mentioned relaxing and watching movies?"

"I sure did."

"That doesn't sound so bad anymore."

You smiled and hugged Max as he finished the last bite of his food. "Let me show you how it's done. But first you've got to change into comfy clothes and not fitness clothes."

You grabbed his plate and set it in the sink. You could wash it later on a less lazy day. For now, you needed to complete your movie setup. You closed the curtains over the windows that the sun was shining through and you turned on your faerie lights that were strung around your living room. You grabbed the bowl of snacks you kept in the kitchen for such lazy days and set it on your coffee table. Finally, you got out your favorite comfy blankets and set them on the couch. By the time Max had returned wearing sweatpants, everything was set up.

"Wow, you have quite the movie theater", Max commented.

"I set it up since summer break," you explained. "The cozy room makes lazy days just so much better."

"I agree," Max said, joining you where you were seated on the couch. "So what movie are we watching?"

"Maybe Gran Turismo? I heard that was good?"

Max smiled at you jokingly. "I thought Sunday's weren't about racing when I'm on break?"

You rolled your eyes. "This isn't what I meant. But we can watch something else instead? Maybe Top Gun? I love that movie and it's similar to racing?"

Max nodded. "Sounds good to me."

You queued up the movie and leaned back on the couch. Max shifted closer next to you and wrapped his arm around you. You leaned your head on his shoulder and watched as the introduction to the movie began to play. With his other arm, Max grabbed your hand. You stayed together like that, simply enjoying the comfort of each other as the movie played.

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Later that day, you and Max were now laying horizontally on the couch. Your bodies were so tangled together that getting up would be a struggle later. You were three movies into your movie marathon and you had not stood up from the couch once.

"You were right," Max mumbled into your ear.

"What do you mean?"

"Lazy days are great. Maybe I should spend less days worried about constantly training and more days curled up here with you."

"I would love that, Max."

"Just like I love you."

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Let Your Love Flow*

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Summary: Valentine's Day with your husband, aka bestie, aka the love of your life.

Warnings: Fluff, little smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

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February 14, 2024

Slowly opening my eyes, I looked around trying to figure out why I had woken up.

After darting around the room, my eyes landed on Joe setting up for Valentine’s Day. We had a little part of our room that had a table in front of a couch.

We’d spent countless breakfasts on the couch watching TV, and this felt like the start of one of those.

I had to hold back a giggle when Joe rearranged a gift bag, card, and what seemed like a tray of food before stepping back to look at it. With his hands on his hips, Joe assessed the display before deeming it not good before moving the card around.

He did that a few times with different items before snapping a picture of the display with his phone.

When he turned around, I snapped my eyes back shut, trying to pretend I was still asleep.

I could hear the floorboards creak and the bed dip before a soft kiss was placed on my forehead.

“Mama…” - Joe whispered

He softly shook my shoulder to wake me up, and the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was his smiling face and gorgeous blue eyes.

“Morning.” - Joe grinned

“Morning.” - you

I rolled over and burrowed into Joe’s bare chest, enjoying the warmth that he emitted.

“I have a very important question to ask you, baby.” - Joe

“What's that?” - you mumbled

Joe took a jokingly long deep breath before asking his question.

“Will you be my Valentine?” - Joe

I pulled away from his chest with a smile on my face, biting back the urge to laugh.

“No.” - you

“What?!” - Joe

“I'm kidding… of course, I'll be your Valentine, Joey.” - you

Joe leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet but thorough kiss.

“Cool.” - Joe smiled

A few seconds of comfortable silence went by before I blurted something out.

“Are you still wearing your jammies?” - you

I yanked the covers off of Joe to see that he was still wearing his V-DAY-themed pajama pants.

“Yes, I'm still wearing them.” - Joe laughed

“Good boy.” - you smiled

I put the covers back over Joe before cuddling closer to him.

“Wanna see what I got you?” - Joe

“Sure.” - you

Joe rolled out of bed before bringing everything over one by one. He started by putting the bouquet he got me, that was already in my favorite vase, on my nightstand. Then he put my gift next to it and handed me my card.

“Saved the best for last…” - Joe

He walked over with a large tray with three plates and two cups.

They were heart-shaped breakfast bagel sandwiches, a bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries, and two strawberry smoothies.

“Stop… you're too perfect.” - you

“Perfect for you.” - Joe

“Stop…” - you

I put a hand on his chest, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

“Aye, don't cry.” - Joe

“I love you so much it hurts.” - you sniffled

“I love you too.” - Joe grinned

——

During breakfast Joe and I completed our Valentine's Day tradition of watching The Notebook.

“You know, I love you like Noah loves Allie.” - Joe

“I'm already basically sobbing, are you trying to make me cry more?!” - you

——

After breakfast, Joe and I took a little shower together. I'd noticed that he'd been acting a little weird and keeping his back to me.

“Joe?” - you

“Mhm?” - Joe

“Why are you facing the wall?” - you

He didn't say anything, so I grabbed his arms and moved him to face me. My eyes almost immediately landed on his impressive erection. Now I understand why he was hiding.

“Just… ignore it.” - Joe

Joe was looking down at his feet with his cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed that he'd gotten hard. We'd agreed to not do PIV sex while I was pregnant, but that doesn't mean I can't get him off, right?

Reaching out and wrapping my hand around his cock, Joe’s head shot up, and his eyes went wide.

“Oh god.” - Joe

He immediately shifted his body till he was leaning against the shower wall, suddenly feeling unable to control his balance from the pleasure coursing through his body.

Joe’s hips bucked into my pumps as I jerked him off in every way I knew he loved.

“Mama.” - Joe moaned

——

Later in the day, we had a heart-shaped pizza, which confused the hell out of Tyson.

“How- how is it a hwart?” - Tyson

“They shape the dough before it's cooked.” - Joe

“But it's a circle!” - Tyson

“I give up.” - Joe sighed

Laughing at their interaction as I put pizza on everyone's plates, soon I felt two strong arms snake around my waist.

“You look gorgeous.” - Joe

“You look pretty handsome yourself.” - you

I leaned back against him and craned my neck to place kisses down Joe’s jawline.

“When we take pics for your parents and mine after dinner, you have to let me wear your red Cartier glasses.” - you

“You know you don't gotta ask, just take ‘em. They look better on you than me anyway. The color of your jumpsuit will match them perfectly.” - Joe

“Thanks.” - you

I hummed contently as Joe ran his big hands over my bump.

The moment didn’t last too long as it was interrupted by the sound of liquid hitting a hard surface.

“Uh oh.” - Tyson

I opened my eyes to see Tyson with fruit punch all down his white sweater and on the floor. Miles was jaw-dropped and wide-eyed, making both Joe and I laugh.

“Imagine how boring our lives would be without them.” - you

“Wouldn't trade the hecticness for the world, and thank god we don't have carpet.” - Joe

We both laughed, and Joe laid his head on mine, my hands covering his that were on my bump.

“You're the best Valentine ever.” - you

“You are too, baby. I'm happy to say you're the only person I've experienced Valentine’s Day with.” - Joe

“Me too.” - you

Soon, Joe would leave your embrace to grab Tyson and carry him like a rocket into the kitchen.

Joe took the red-stained sweater off of Tyson before wiping him down, tickling his belly in the process.

There's nothing I loved more than watching that man become a father.

“Momma!” - Miles

I walked over to him as he patiently sat at the dinner table. Without saying anything, Miles pointed at the pizza and looked back at me.

“What do we say when we want something, Miles?” - you

“Pweaseeee.” - Miles

“Yes!” - you grinned

I didn't know, but Joe was standing just a few feet away from me in the kitchen, just smiling and admiring me in my element of being a mom, just like I had done a few minutes ago when he was wiping Tyson off.

After I got a piece of pizza on Miles’s plate, Joe walked over, holding Tyson, and sat him down on his booster seat.

We had our Valentine’s dinner as a family and made heart-shaped cookies with the boys afterward.

At one point, Tyson stuck his hand into the flower when I wasn't looking and rubbed it on Joe’s cheek.

“Oh, you are in for it!” - Joe

Joe grabbed Tyson off the counter and sat him down on the floor to give him a head start.

I laughed as Joe “chased” Tyson around the living room.

“Crazy.” - Miles shook his head

Looking at him with a playful look on my face, Miles stirred the dry ingredients, seemingly unfazed.

He's literally an old man trapped in a two-year-old body.

All of the running around tuckered both Tyson and Joe out. I was absentmindedly shapping the cookies with Miles when I heard familiar snores coming from the living room.

I peaked my head in to see Joe sprawled out on the couch asleep, Tyson’s chubby cheeks buried in his dad’s chest as he slept on top of him.

Jogging to the kitchen to grab my phone, I went back into the living room to snap a quick picture of the moment.

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After the boys were asleep upstairs, and Joe woke up from his nap, we munched on some of the remaining cookies.

Joe abruptly stood up from the couch and put a hand out to help me up.

“What?” - you

“We gotta clean the kitchen up.” - Joe

“Noooo.” - you whined

Eventually, Joe grabbed my hand and pulled me off of the couch.

He connected his phone to his speaker and pulled up my playlist when I wasn't looking.

I was wetting a dishcloth to clean the counter off when the beginning of “Let Your Love Flow” by The Bellamy Brothers started playing.

Looking at Joe with a grin, he strode up to me and took the dishcloth out of my hand before pulling me into his arms to dance.

Giggles escaped my lips as he spun me around and dipped me, the moonlight seeping through the blinds and lighting up the kitchen.

What really stuck with me from tonight was dancing to a lyric that fit this scene perfectly.

“Through the moonlit nights with your lover.”

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Authors note: hey y'all. HAPPY VDAYYYYYY.

[bluegalaxygirl]

I love you (Zosan X reader)

Zoro X sanji X reader, polly relationship, established relationship, reader is GN.

Plot: the first time you say I love you.

Warning: swearing, Making out, FLUFF

It's been a few months since you three got together your all still getting used to things but Sanji has been wanting to say something for a while now. he wanted to say it on day one but knew it was too soon for you and Zoro to hear. Sanji made sure everyone ate early, so he could cook a romantic dinner for three. A white table cloth rose petals and freshly cleaned plates laid on the table, three candles on the end being the only light in the room except the kitchen where Sanji was putting the finishing touches on the food. You and Zoro entered the kitchen dressed in nice clothes since Sanji said you had no other chose. The sight before you two was beautiful, Kitchen and dinning room clean, light music playing in the back ground and table set out for three.

Sanji looked up at you two grabbing some wine glasses with one hand and a bottle of red whine in his other "You both look great." Sanji practically glides over to the table places the glasses down and pulling out a chair "Please sit" a small blush forms on your face looking up at Zoro who also seems to have a small blush on his cheeks. Zoro clears his throat before smiling "What's brought this on?" the swordsman asks walking over to the table and sitting in the seat Sanji pulled out for him. You follow watching Sanji pull out another chair for you on the other side of the table, sitting down Sanji starts filling up your glass with wine and then moving to Zoro's. "I just thought the three of us could have a date night of sorts" The cook responds seeming to try and think of an answer to Zoro's question now filling up his own wine glass and putting the cork back on the bottle before setting it down on the table. "Its called lovers Pasta, i hope you like it" the cook calls out moving back to the kitchen and lifting the lid off his pan on the stove, a beautiful smell fills the room, thyme and sage with a hint of peppermint.

Setting the three bowls on the table you realized why it was called lovers pasta, the pasta was in heart shapes beautifully cooked with vegetables and red sauce topped with a single thyme leaf. "It looks great Sanji" you smile not wanting to dig in due to the foods beauty. "Why thank you my love" Sanji finally sits at the head of the table watching both your reactions. "Did you make the pasta?" Zoro asks taking a piece of heart shaped pasta on his fork looking it over, "Yes i did. i tried fining some but their hard to find so i thought i would just make it myself" the cooks face lite up at both your comments glad that he made you both happy with his cooking. Both you and Zoro take a bite of food, the taste hit you like a bullet it was better than anything you have ever tasted in your life, its weird though, its like you can taste the love Sanji put into it. a hum of pleasure left yours and Zoro's mouths surprising each other with your reactions. "So I'm guessing that means you both like it." the cook asks braking you both out of trance "Its amazing" Zoro nods placing a hand on the cooks on top of the table "It really is Sanji, well done" you complement leaning over to place a kiss on the cooks cheek.

Sanji's heart could burst at this moment, the two of you loving his food, the romantic environment and loving looks form you two made it hard not to blurt out those three words, but he managed to hold back, for now at least. The three of you ate, drank, laughed and talked about your day. The three of you could be so open with each other, none of you judged but you would tease each other about things. With the food finished Sanji took the plates and put them in the sink getting something out the fridge and bringing over another bottle of wine. "And the piece la resistance" Sanji said with a flourish placing a plate down in the middle of the table revealing a large glass with lays of white and milk chocolate, cream and strawberries, around the plate were full strawberries that has been dipped in chocolate. "You know just how to spoil us" you comment looking down at the amazing desert in front of you. A chuckle caught your attention looking up at Zoro who had a long spoon in his hand "One spoon? i think i know where your going with this" Sanji seemed to blush, sort of glad he didn't have to explain anything. "Yea i.. i thought it would be nice" the cook fills your glasses up again with wine before sitting down, Zoro dug the spoon into the glass scooping out some chocolate, cream and a strawberry before turning the spoon to Sanji, the blush on Sanji's face got darker at this but leaned forward and places his lips over the spoon taking the food and pulling away "Taste good?" Zoro asks leaning his cheek on the back of his hand looking at the cook with love "Yes" Sanji swallows looking into Zoro's eyes. You reach over catching Sanji by surprise when you wipe your thumb over the corner of his lip, wiping away the chocolate that was left behind. Zoro and Sanji watch as you bring your thumb up to your lips and lick the chocolate off. "Your right it does taste good"

Zoro puts the spoon back in the glass taking out more chocolate and reaching over the table to feed you. You gladly take the food off the spoon closing your eyes and humming at how nice it is before feeling a tongue lick up the side of your lips, Zoro leans back in his chair with a smile licking his lips after getting the left over chocolate off your lips. Sanji couldn't look away, you two are so attractive and when you do stuff like that, it makes his heart flutter. "Thank you" you lean foreward taking a chocolate covered strawberry and leaning over the table to feed Zoro. The swordsman bites down on the strawberry close to your finger tips not breaking eye contact with you. The strawberry juice falling down his chin and into the hand you placed underneath to stop the table form getting messy. Once Zoro pulls away Sanji takes your hand and licks up the strawberry juice collected in your hand "Sanji... if you wanted some you should have just asked" you whisper putting down what's left of the strawberry on the plate and picking up another holding it out for your cook to eat. Sanji lets go of your hand and leans over to take a bite of the strawberry only taking half so no juice falls onto the table, you pull the strawberry away and eat the rest twisting it so all thats left is the stem.

"I love you" Sanji let out looking at you catching you off guard before turning to Zoro who also had a surprised look on his face "I love you too Zoro", Silence filled the room only the sound of the light music in the background, you were the first to stand walking closer to Sanji and placing your hands on his cheek leaning down to kiss him. your lips locked as his hands went to your hips his thumbs rubbing your sides, pulling away slowly you place your forehead against his looking into his eyes "I love you too Sanji" your words sparked joy in the cook's heart grabbing your thighs forcing you to sit on his lap and crashing his lips onto yours asking for entrance with his tongue running against your lower lip, you gladly excepted now feeling another pair of hand slide past your hips and land on Sanji's, Zoro's chest pressed up against your back as he reached over to place his lips on Sanji's neck kissing it all over, a moan left the cooks mouth entering into your before pulling away and looking at the two of you over him. Zoro lifts Sanji's chin up with his thumb and index finger leaning down to kiss the cook, their lips locking and moving together as Zoro's tongue made his way into Sanji's mouth, you move to the said a little letting Zoro get a better angle but his hand moved to your side stopping you form going anywhere. The swordsman pulls away a line of saliva still between his and Sanji's mouths "I love you Sanji" Zoro finally speaks before placing his lips on your neck breathing in your scent "I love you Y/N" you reached a hand up and ran your fingers threw his green hair getting him to pull away form your neck "I love you Zoro" you whispered placing your lips on his, his tongue shoving into your mouth both of you groaning your head tilting back to get a better angle on Zoro's lips.

Sanji leans forward kissing your neck his hand linking with Zoro's hand thats on your hip and his other hand rubbing Zoro's hip. You and the swordsman brake apart breathless but happy. Sanji leans back against his chair eyes full of love and a happy smile on his face "I love you both so much" he couldn't get enough of saying it or hearing it, it was like a dream come true, the two people he loved most in this world loved him back, and he hoped it would stay that way forever.

[hadilsblog]

Cooking with Luffy 🤏🏻💗

I apologize if there are a mistakes , as I said, English is not my first language 😭

Warnings: nothing

Fluff

"Mommmm, I'm hungry!!!" Luffy sighed in frustration.

You chuckled slightly as you handed him a cookbook you recently bought.

"How about we cook something of your choice?" you said, smiling as you handed him the book.

He jumped with joy, picking out what he wanted, his eyes landing on a dish.

"Mom, what do you think about this?!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, pointing to a dish consisting of meat, rice, and eggs.

"Oh, that's called Jūdon. It takes about twenty minutes to cook," you replied, smiling.

"Let's make it then!" he shouted excitedly, pulling you into the kitchen.

"First, I need to put the rice on the pot-" You were interrupted as you found the rice container in front of you.

You patted Luffy's head, then started putting the rice on steam to proceed to the next step.

"Alright, next, we need beef, and we have to cut it into slices," you said calmly as you took out the knife from the drawer.

"Here's the beef, go ahead and wash and cut it into slices," he handed it to you.

"Now, we also need white onions and cut them into small slices."

"Let me do this!!!" he shouted eagerly as he cleaned and started cutting them, tears forming in his eyes.

"Luffy, are you crying over an onion?" you asked dramatically.

"No, I'm not like that, I'm a man!" he said as he continued to hold back his tears, showing you the plate of onions he cut.

"Well done, very good!" you said as you patted his head.

"Now, do we have soy sauce? All I see is dust," as Luffy ran to the fridge and returned before you could blink.

"Yes, we do!" he said enthusiastically as he handed you the sauce.

"We won't use mirin in this dish, so we'll put in sugar syrup, honey, rice vinegar, and water," you explained as Luffy put the ingredients in a bowl and mixed them.

"We also need brown sugar."

"We have itttt!"

"And we also need pickled ginger."

"Is this enough?" Luffy innocently wondered, his eyes sparkling (I want to eat him already).

"Yes, it's enough. Now let's start. Get the frying pan ready," you said.

"Got it."

You placed the pan on the stove and started frying the chopped white onions.

"Look, Luffy, watch us first fry the onions until they become soft like this," you said calmly after noticing the smoothness of the onions, Luffy watched with interest.

"Now, we'll add the beef we cut earlier with the pickled ginger," you said with a smile as Luffy handed you the plate of beef and ginger for you to put in the pan.

"Look, Luffy, isn't the color of the beef beautiful?" you said excitedly as Luffy stared at the meat as if it were his salvation, muttering the word "meat" as he reached his hand towards it, only for you to gently slap it away, making him withdraw his hand.

"Careful not to touch hot things, Luffy!"

"Okayyy."

"Now we add the sauce we mixed earlier and wait for about three minutes until it thickens," you explained calmly as you added the rice.

Luffy brought two plates to put the rice on.

"Luffy, please turn off the stove," you asked calmly as you set the table.

"Got it!" he shouted enthusiastically as he looked at you with warmth.

"Now let's put the sauce on top of the rice. Do you want to do this?"

"Yes!!!" he placed the sauce gently, shaping it into a smiling face on his plate and a heart on yours, making you laugh a little and pat his head.

"I feel like we forgot something," you said, putting your hands under your chin to think about what you forgot, Luffy ran to get the book and placed it in front of your face.

"We forgot the boiled eggs!" he said, pointing to the picture of the dish with his finger.

"Oh, you're right." You quickly boiled the eggs and placed them on the plate, starting to eat.

"Delicious!!!" Luffy exclaimed excitedly as he tasted his food.

You smiled back.

This is what food looks like 😭-

[biblio-smia]

halloween horrors [ethan landry x reader]

pairing: ethan landry x gender neutral reader

summary: celebrating halloween with ethan <3

masterlist | requests are open!

Ethan wasn't much of a partier.

You found this out when you'd met him, ironically, at a party. It had been late August then, the first party of the semester to celebrate the end of the first week.

You remember being reluctant to go. Now you were grateful you bit your tongue and went — going to that party was the catalyst in your relationship with Ethan.

You learned, very early on, that Ethan being at that party was a once-in-a-blue-moon spectacle, one that Chad was fully at fault for. Ethan had been shy even with a shot of alcohol in him, but was even worse without. This fact didn't bother you too much; less nights out meant more nights in, where you and Ethan could savor each other's presence in private.

This, however, led to a little hiccup when considering how you would celebrate Halloween.

It was your first big holiday as a couple and you were already going crazy with potential game plans. A party was a no-go, no matter how your friends begged. They tried to hold the idea of a matching couple costume over your heads, but you turned them down. Ethan even tried to offer a 30-minute-max appearance, but you assured him he didn't have to. You wanted this night for yourselves.

Ethan was an angel in letting you plan, offering you ideas here and there. You'd ask him for feedback from time to time, but he was no real help; he nodded at any idea you had with a grin.

"Okay, okay. How about a night in, with a movie marathon, and snacks—"

"Matching pajamas?" Ethan offered. "You know, instead of a couple costume—"

You laughed at the suggestion. Not in a mean way, but in a you're-absolutely-adorable way, making sure to express this sentiment with a kiss to Ethan's cheek.

"Matching pajamas it is."

"I think you just planned my perfect night," Ethan mumbles against your skin, soft touches sweet like candy.

Ethan probably would have called any night spent with you a perfect night, even if it included a party. But you didn't fight the compliment, letting Ethan press kisses of gratitude against your lips for the time being.

「 … 」

Halloween was here. Your heart beat rapidly throughout your morning class, fingers tapping as you waited impatiently for noon to come. Elation propelled you through setting up your apartment for Ethan's arrival at 6 (though Ethan was always early, especially when it was a date).

Snacks were set up in Halloween-themed bowls and plates, decorations strung up in every corner.

You went all out. Ethan arrived with a bright smile, bringing more food although you’d told him not to worry. Though you couldn’t help your smile as you saw the themed food that fit right in.

Ethan greeted you with a kiss first and foremost, before even setting his things down. The kiss he gave you was his way inside your apartment, rocking you back without you realizing. Ethan shut the door behind him and made his way to your living room to set everything down.

“Woah,” he breathed out, taking his first good look around. He’d helped you put a few things here and there up, but you’d worked hard since he’d last seen your place. Ethan grinned at your effort. “Everything looks amazing. This better stay up until at least December.”

You laughed at that, helping Ethan set up the food alongside all the other snacks and treats you’d decorated.

“Next time I’m helping,” Ethan said sternly, admiring all the work you put into some ghost-shaped cookies.

“Not with any of the food,” you teased.

Ethan rolled his eyes. “Okay, it was not my fault you don’t label your measuring spoons.”

“Baby, it has labels engraved on them.”

“Well, I couldn’t read them.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“Hey, no more making fun of me or I won’t show you what I got,” Ethan threatened, motioning towards the bags.

“Okay, fine,” you grinned, watching Ethan squint his eyes at you. “I’m not laughing! Show me.”

“I think I need to be bribed.”

“Oh, my god,” you sighed in fake annoyance before leaning in to kiss Ethan. He separated with a satisfied smile you tried not to mirror.

“I guess I can show you now,” Ethan grinned, pulling out his things excitedly.

“Okay, first I got these ghost napkins,” Ethan paused which each item, making sure to show them off properly. “And then I got our pajamas…”

You smiled giddily as Ethan pulled them out, already ecstatic to cuddle up and eat while watching horror movies.

“And I saw this and thought it’d be perfect,” Ethan began suspensefully, reaching into the biggest bag and pulling out a cartoon throw blanket.

“Oh my god, that is perfect.”

“Well, I didn’t want you getting cold.”

You laughed and got up to get changed, leaving Ethan to set up the food he’d brought. You came back to a slightly disheveled Ethan.

“I think I bought too much.”

You laughed. “Well, everyone else went out to that party tonight, and you know how Chad gets when he’s drunk. We’ll just give them our leftovers.”

Ethan laughed before picking up his set of pajamas to get dressed.

You waited patiently but Ethan was out in no time, smiling at the sight of your matching outfits.

“You’re a genius for this,” Ethan insisted as he sat down next to you, waiting to see what options you two had for tonight.

“I know,” you smiled proudly, watching as Ethan pulled out his phone to take a picture of you. Well, pictures.

“Ethan!” You laughed when he wouldn’t stop clicking the shutter button.

“Wait, wait, one more,” Ethan insisted, turning his head to kiss your cheek as you laughed.

“You’re crooked,” you laughed, straightening Ethan’s phone.

Ethan didn’t stop pressing kisses against your cheek or clicking the camera button, capturing dozens of photos of you laughing.

Finally, you gave in to Ethan’s lips and met him in a kiss, leaving Ethan with the best photo of the night (which would quickly become his lock screen).

That satisfied Ethan, a stupid grin on his face (and yours) as the two of you turned your attention back to the TV, quickly settling on Halloween to watch first, duh.

After a few slashers and a lot of snacks, Ethan was tucked into the corner of the couch, propped up on a pillow with an arm around you laying against his chest.

“Top 10 final girls,” Ethan declared as the credits of Ready or Not began to play.

“Top 5,” you corrected, picking up the remote to search for your next movie. “Ooh, how about The Conjuring?”

Ethan stiffened under you and you were momentarily worried you’d tired his arm out until you glanced at his face - pale and rigid.

You tried not to smile as you continued scrolling over titles. “The Exorcist? Paranormal Activity? The Grudge?”

“Could we just stick to slashers?” Ethan asked weakly and you couldn’t help but laugh. You could feel his heart beating quicker in his chest. You turned a little to face him with a smile.

“There’s no way you’re willing to sit through hours of slashers but you can’t watch ghost movies.”

“Hey, I’m not afraid of what I can see,” Ethan defended.

“I’ll cover your eyes at the scary parts.”

“No, you won’t. You’ll probably scare me more than the movie.”

You laughed again, running a hand through Ethan’s hair. “Okay, okay. How about Paranormal Activity? Nothing happens for like, the first hour.”

Ethan reluctantly agreed, but only as long as you cuddled him. It was a pretty fair trade-off.

The two of you sat up, Ethan nervously snacking as the movie tensed.

You really resisted from scaring him.

Instead you held his hand and let him hide his face in your shoulder once it got scary towards the end.

“See? Not that bad, right?” You asked gently as the credits started to roll.

“Horrible,” Ethan disagreed, keeping his head on you shoulder even though the movie ended.

“I think you just pretended for the cuddles.”

“Maybe,” Ethan mused. “Okay, it wasn’t that bad,” he admitted.

You grinned at your accomplishment, playfully pushing Ethan’s head off and back towards the couch.

“You made me move from my very comfortable position,” you complained as you settled on top of Ethan, back in his arms.

“Well, it was my turn.”

You leaned down for a kiss, smiling as you received it.

Your hand came up to Ethan’s chest, just above his heart. “Was it really that scary?”

“No, that’s just because of you,” Ethan said smoothly.

You snorted. “Cornball.”

“You like it.”

“I guess.”

Ethan kissed you again, wrapping his strong arms around you.

“You should sleep over tonight,” you whispered against Ethan’s lips.

“You don’t mind?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I did.”

Ethan smiled. “Okay.”

He had class tomorrow, but he didn’t care. Being with you was worth it.

“We should clean up,” Ethan mumbled softly. “Drop by my room and get clothes. And give Chad that food. He should be back by now.”

“You want me in bed that bad?”

“Well, I need your cuddles or I’m going to get nightmares and it’ll be your fault.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes, carefully getting off Ethan and letting him get up after you. Even as the night dwindled down, the two of you smiled so much your cheeks hurt. Between the shared kisses, warm hugs and the smell of pumpkin in the air, this Halloween was the most perfect one you’d experienced — until next year, probably.

[waklman]

i seriously need to read bradley and mouse asap!!!! but i’m currently thinking of the chaos that is jake and princess baking. do they even bake? i feel like they wouldn’t have time but occasionally one of them would whip out one of mama seresin’s recipies on a special occasion and make something. i have so many conflicting thoughts of how good of a cook any of the members of the dagger squad are so i’m wondering what your thoughts are on that. anyways, i love you and good luck on your exams, you’re going to ace them!!!! and take your time with the requests <3

prompt: the disasters of jake and princess baking.

warnings: none, fluff, a little steamy kiss (?) i dont know how it took a turn okay, jake being a pest as usual, 18+ blog, minors dni.

side note: honestly i feel like everyone would be a great cook, maybe with the exception of jake he’d probably swear up and down that he’s the best but everyone spits out his food once they try it (sorry jake). and thank you drewbear!! i will be studying my ass off but it will be worth it i hope..!

fake it masterlist

“You better stay right there,” you pause your stirring, letting the whisk rest against the bowl, eyes lifting to where you commanded Jake to stand. 

Behind the kitchen counter, Jake’s toes wriggle in his socks, battling the urge to disobey your warning. Dusted across the planes of his shoulders is the baking powder you were trying to use for his mom’s special oatmeal cookie recipe. And on his tongue rests a chunk of raw dough he scooped into his mouth without your permission.

Baking with Jake being present was clearly a mistake, and the only way to correct that was to put him on time out. 

“I can’t breath when I’m away from you,” he whines, complaint muffled by the wad of cookie dough in his mouth.

“Okay,” you start, voice as sweet as the mixture you’re beginning to stir again. Jake’s already moving out of his spot, pleased that you’ve decided to forgive him. But then, your tone turns ice cold, “Looks like you’re dying then,” you answer flatly, reverting your attention back to the mixing bowl, as if you didn’t just shoot him down. 

At that, Jake retreats back to his original stance with slouched shoulders this time. You’re keeping him on time out.

Though, this isn't exactly his first instance of being put under the spotlight of punishment.

The last time Jake found himself in this much trouble was eight years ago—when he had the grand idea to shove you in the pool. Back then, it was an excuse to get some mouth-on-mouth action with his best friend, because how else would he be able to figure out, if he had a crush on you or not? After letting you drown for a little bit, Jake planned to play life guard. He’d pull you out, lay you flat against the towel he had set up, and plant his lips on yours—to resuscitate you, of course.

But what twelve year old Jake didn’t account for in his poorly laid out scheme, was his mother. Mrs. Seresin had been one foot out the door, plate of freshly cut fruit in hand when she witnessed her son kick you into the deep end, evil grin stretched across his tiny face. Instead of Jake coming to your rescue that afternoon, Evelyn Seresin did. With the platter of neatly decorated fruit dropped to the ground, and her mama-bear instincts cranked to an all time high—she fished you out of the water and wiped away your panicked tears. 

Not a second after, Jake got dragged by the ear towards the time out zone, designated just for him.

He was forced to stand off in the corner of the backyard that day, pruned fingers scrunching the bottom of his swim shorts in guilt and waterlogged blond hair sticking to his forehead as the sun began to dry him off.

When he finally lifted his teary eyes up to you, your little fingers were already curled into the shape of a heart, directed right at him. It was a silent assurance that you still loved him, even when he nearly killed you. The very second you caught the pout tugging down his bottom lip, you had forgiven him. That quality about you, was the only reason why Jake had any kind of long-term friendship. 

But your patience for him seems to have dialed down over the last eight years—because Jake got thrown into time out again, not by his mother, but by you this time.

Unable to stay still for more than a few minutes, Jake silently stalks over to you. You currently have your back turned from just setting the sheet of cookies into the oven. 

“There we g—Jacob! P-Put me down!” In one move, Jake has you flipped around and thrown over his shoulder like a sack of rice. Despite the initial protest, you’re draped limply over his back, surrendering to him entirely.

Coming to a halt in front of the sofa, Jake lazily throws you into the cushions and crawls on top of you. It’s a routine at this point—where Jake’s chin sits over your belly button, large hands slipped under your shirt to rest on your waist, and thumbs sweeping over the goosebumps there. The way your body reacts to him gives him a bit of reassurance, but sometimes—he needs more.  

“Would you actually let me die,” he pouts, looking up at you with furrowed brows. 

You stiffly blink at him, reminded of the day he drowned you—on purpose. It would be mean to bring it back up when you’ve previously forgiven him, but this is revenge for him messing with you in the kitchen. 

“It’s only fair—you almost let me die once,” you put forth, a serious expression dawning on your features. Though, it’s merely an act, because internally—you’re waging a war against yourself, wanting to give into him already.

The furrow of his brows deepen. Jake grips your waist tighter in remorse. “I was tryna’ get it on with you!”

“So you decided to drown me?”

He’s now reminded of how cruel his plan was.

Jake’s face falls flat against your stomach, nose prodding into your flesh. “...Yes,” he mumbles against you. With Jake unable to see you, the tight look you’re wearing dissipates. You silently let out a breath you were holding, dropping the angry act you put up.

Jake continues to sulk, nuzzling his nose against you, resisting the urge to kiss your tummy. Hardly two seconds go by, before the sight of him writhing in his guilt breaks you. 

“Jake. I–I think I’m drowning,” you whisper nervously, heart starting to race at your own statement. 

Jake stiffens. 

Slowly, he lifts his head to rest his chin back onto your stomach. Jake then swallows thickly, wide-eyed as he meets your stare. “...And you need savin’?”

Your hesitation lingers for a grueling moment before you finally nod, bottom lip caught between your teeth. 

“…Yeah, I think I do.”

Jake jumps into action, seizing the moment his twelve year old self would’ve let you die over. Not expecting his quick reaction, a yelp escapes you as he pulls you down to face him.

His mouth is latched onto yours in an instant.

Jake allows you to set the pace at first, it’s slow, shy, intimate—just as you are. But once he feels your fingers wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him down against your front with a small noise leaving your mouth—Jake is overtaken by a hunger to hear it again.

Your skin runs hot against him now, burning against the couch, burning against his digits under your shirt. With an expert tilt of his head, Jake kisses you deeper—rougher, expelling all the air from your lungs. And it certainly doesn’t help when his warm tongue darts into your mouth, teasingly swirling against your own wet muscle—all while his calloused palms explore further up the oversized tee. The combination was enough to make your head spin, despite laying steady against the cushions.

If he were to stretch his hands any higher, his finger tips would hit the band of your bra. And god, you don’t know if you could handle that.

It's unconscious but you shiver under him, and Jake’s unable to fight the smile making its way onto his face. He slows the movement of his lips against yours, retracting his tongue—despite your weak efforts to get him to return back to his bruising pace, with a pinch of his nape.

His previous need to see you unravel under him is dropped, replaced by a stronger desire to crack a joke instead. Jake pulls back chuckling, hands lowering to your waist again, pinning you down as you try to chase his lips.

Underneath him, you’re flushed with embarrassment, blinking at him like a deer in headlights.

The tongue—that was previously shoved into your mouth is being traced over his bottom lip, in amusement.

“Woulda tried drowning you again, if I knew you were gonna react that way.”

As you open your mouth to scold him, it snaps shut again.

A silence passes through, while you reconsider your reply.

Finally, you shrug underneath him—deciding to supply a more truthful response instead, “I…yeah, I wouldn’t mind.”

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[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Sunday Dinners

When someone mentions the name 'Michael Myers', his cooking skills aren't the first thing that pops in your mind.

Tagging the head of Michael Myers simp INC™️ @brandnewhuman

The knife was gripped in Michael's hand, his knuckles turning white. He slowly approached you from behind, taking advantage of your oblivious nature. He raised the knife high, aiming to kill.

He brought the knife down in one fell swoop. His aim never missed.

You jumped, looking up at him "Fffff-ucking hell, Michael! You scared the shit out of me!"

Michael snickered, pulling the knife out of the wooden cutting board. You picked it up, rubbing where the knife had struck "Come on, dude. I've only got like of these!"

Michael knocked his shoulder into yours. You looked up at your boyfriend " You're lucky that I love. Ya know that?"

You picked up the wooden spoon, walking over to the pot of Mac and cheese, giving it a stir. Michael came up from behind you, circling his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, placing kisses on your skin

You laughed, skin flushing "Don't think you can snuggle your way out of helping me. Go grabbed the plates and set the table. "

It was always funny when Michael pouted. The Shape of Haddonfield, huffing. He let go, sulking his way to the cabinets. You watched him while you stirred dinner.

It was strange at first, having this strange domestic life with a literal killer. But, here you are now, in a committed relationship with Michael Myers.

He sleeps in your bed, helps you cook, clean. All the things that 'normal' couples do. Hell, he even has gone to the grocery store when you were sick. Even has gone to doctor appointments with you.

You doctors were terrified.

Michael's hand on your shoulder broke your out of your thoughts. Looking up, you saw him holding two cans. Wordlessly asking what you wanted to drink.

"Ummm...That one, please. " You pointed to your choice "This is almost ready, if you want to bring the bowls over here. " Michael nodded, heading back to the table for the bowls.

You sat down, watching as Michael began to eat. You smiled fondly at him "Remember when you found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."

Michael stilled, spoon halfway in the air. Did he remember that night? He could never forget it. He had no idea what was wrong, who or what hurt. He nodded, not meeting your eyes.

You gulped "I had such a shitty day at work that day. Boss chastised me for something I didn't do. I was late. I couldn't find the paper I needed to submit. "

Sighing, you placed your hand on his own "And to top it off, we had gotten into a fight. I don’t even remember what happened or who was mad at who first. But it all kinda built up and just...exploded. "

Michael nervously picked up his drink, taking a sip. He remembered what happened. He tracked blood in the house, got it all over the walls. You were quiet, but that furiously quiet that scared him.

You laughed shakily "And then to top it all off, I dropped my jelly. My absolute favorite jelly. And I just broke. "

You picked up his hand, placing a kiss on his scarred knuckles "But you came. You showed up, right when I needed you. My own guardian angel, Michael Myers. "

You laughed again, letting go of his hand. Michael grabbed your chair, ignoring your protests, pulling it closer to his own. His hand cupped your face, gently bringing his lips to yours. He peppered kisses against your lips, heart soaring at the sound of your giggles.

You broke away from his grasp "Okay, okay! Enough of the sappy shit. We should eat before dinner gets cold."

Michael picked up his spoon again, stirring the contents in the bowl. His head shot up, his hands tugging on your sleeve. You looked up, eyebrow raised "What's up? "

Michael looked you straight in the eyes, a slight smirk on his lips "That's what good pussy sounds like. "

Your eyes widen, looking down at your bowl. Looking back up at Michael, you saw his casually eating dinner "What the fuck?"

[blackfangedreaper]

Y/N 'RAMSEY' HEADCANNONS

Prompt: "Your my idiot sandwich."

Pairing: Luffy x Black!fem!info!reader

Warning: Fluff💞, bonding time with sanji, grammatical error.

Tag list: @euphoficc @luffyinlove @444katsuki @closet-degenerate

After finally meeting up with luffy and him introducing his crewmates to you, you decided to stay for a while. You also decided to cook for him like old times so you told sanji you'd be taking over the kitchen for two weeks, you also suggested he watch you cause you were about to teach him tricks in getting luffy to eat healthy.

🍽 You obviously had to wake up early, you were cooking for alot of people after all. So sanji would also be in the kitchen watching or cooking with you and you got to see a side of him you didn't know he had, always asked questions and looked at you for confirmation. "...like this?" He was a fast learner and everytime you complimented him, he would swoon. "Your compliments are the highlight of my day Y/n-swann~"

🍽 The aroma from your food always woke the strawhats up in the morning and it was always a ambrosial aroma, in the afternoon it was a savory aroma while dinner had an sweet or soft aroma. They loved being around the kitchen while you cooked because it always smelled heavenly. "Oi! Get out! no crowding in my kitchen!"

🍽 Now don't get me wrong, your cooking tasted as heavenly as it smelled and looked. When they first ate your cooking they cried- yes i'm going food wars with this shi -happy tears and the fact sanji cooked with you had them drooling as they ate (just the men though) but what got your heart leaping was watching luffy eat your food again. "Do you want more honey?"

🍽 The first time you made dessert they were confused at the shape and how it looked, not that it looked bad it just looked out of this world like what they would serve at a fancy restaurant. You then explained to them that the only reason it looked that way was to trick luffy into eating it. It had the supplements and vitamins he needed, apparently.

🍽 After the first three days you started to teach sanji your ways of trickery. "Now what i usually do is confuse him, make it look so sophisticated yet delicious that he'll want to know how it tastes." Sanji nodded taking note of how you decorated the snack. It was actually jello but made out of fruits and veggies.

🍽 "As dumb as my baby seems, he's not stupid, if he sees what he doesn't like he'll get rid of it." You said chopping the veggies into tiny pieces, caramelizing them then stuffing them into the marinated meat before frying. "I like to think 'out of sight, out of mind'." You winked at sanji before setting up the plates as he laughed "Your so smart y/n-swan!"

🍽 "Luffy doesn't get the concept of eating healthy, i struggled so much to feed him a lot of healthy stuff. So i stopped." You chopped the cauliflower into fingersized bites, putting them into a bowl and adding tumeric, breadcrumbs and olive oil before airfrying. You decorated the plate, drizzling the cauliflower that now looked like a chicken finger snack with a smooth peach coloured sauce.  "I worked smarter not harder." You said tapping your temple. "What a clever woman you are y/n-san..."

🍽 "Illusion is a form of trickery." You poured the stirred fried veggies into the still frying egg before adding your tomato sauce and seasoning, scrambling them together with your chopsticks. The mixed meal now took on a red-brown colour, it looked like little pieces of chicken and it's aroma was savoury and mouth-watering. You poured a little ketchup letting it turn brown before turning off the stove. Sanji looked awe by the transformation. "You trick the eyes before the mind."

🍽 "Luffy likes fruits, but he won't eat them if he knows he has other options." You put the frozen strawberries and bananas into the blender, pouring some milk before blending. The light pink but thick paste was poured into a bowl, you gave it an enticing look; you decorated it with blueberries and cherries, before putting it in a tray ready to serve. "So i say make it his only option. Watch"

🍽 You walked out of the kitchen, hips swaying as you walked up to a laughing luffy. "Honey... I brought a little something for you." Luffy beamed at you. "Haha! Really?! Lemme see it!" He stood up running to you with a smile that slowly disappeared as he saw what you held. "Hah? What's that? Where's the meat?!" He tilted his head a scowl on his lips. "Sorry baby but this was all i could make in so little time." You batted your eyelashes at him a pout on your lips. "I made it just for you or you don't want it?" And that did it, luffy could never turn down anything from you especially if it was made just for him. "No! I'll eat it all! Thank you!" He pecked your cheek before running back to ussop and chopper. "Your a miracle worker Y/n-swan." Sanji wept.

🍽 Luffy loved when you made him traditional meals from your home. So you decided to teach sanji your ways even if he wouldn't make it as good as you. Sanji was a little lost when he saw the ingredients and how you prepared them but he trusted the process and boy was he in for a suprise when he tasted it. "Here." You dabbed a little on the side of his palm. He was confused on why you'd do that instead of using the tasting plate. "Enough with the questions and taste it." He shrugged his confusion off and brought the sauce to his tongue. "Woah and with all the seasoning you'd think they'd overwhelmed each other. How'd you do it?" You waved your fingers. "Magic."

🍽 "The trick is to make it look exactly like what he wants." You said using the kitchen torch on the leaf you tore from a clean cabbage giving it a slightly brown but cripsy look, rubbing the pepper paste you made earlier around it. This made it look like a tortilla before filling in the ingredients used in tacos and topped it off with small pieces of meat. "And voila! he won't even tell the difference."

🍽 "Sometimes i feel bad for making him eat things he doesn't like without his knowledge." You said waiting for the bacon sandwich in the oven to cook. After a while the timer clicked and you took it out then cut it into equal halves, putting it on the tray. You passed a pan filled with caramelized spring onions and boiled tomatoes on the way out before stopping and looking at sanji and smiling softly. "But then i remember I'm doing this cause i care about him. I love him." You left the kitchen with a wailing sanji. "So kind... Just how could that bastard get someone as considerate as y/n-swan! Just how!!!"

"Luffy has really fast metabolism so he tends to get hungry quickly even though he's had a feast." You smiled lovingly as you watched luffy eat the snack you made him, laughing as he appeared to be running away from ussop and chopper who wanted a taste "As someone with a rubber ability i figured as much, so he needs as much energy as he can get cause he burns them faster than he receives them." Sanji looked at you starting to get where you were going with this. "So please be patient with him." He was oddly quiet. "Leave it me Y/n-san." You turned around suprised at his vigor before you grinned, relief feeling your chest. "I'll leave it to you then!"

[princessasmosprincess]

Charmed, I'm Sure

Chapter 17

Summary: No human has ever avoided Asmodeus's charm. Except for you.

Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Drama, angst, a little fluff.

Warnings: None.

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Author's Note: Mermaid Splash and Heart Shaped Wreckage had such a chokehold on me for a hot minute so I'm sorry this update has been a longtime coming. That being said, I cut this chapter down to one scene to match the length of earlier chapters. Stay tuned for an update coming soon :)

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After about three days you felt well enough to attend classes again but both Lucifer and Diavolio denied your return. You were to stay home and rest for at least a week.

Mammon begged Lucifer to let him be the one to stay home with you, so he’d been given a half-day trial. But when Lucifer came home at lunchtime to check on you, he caught Mammon trying to sneak away to the casino when you had fallen asleep.

Mammon was punished by having to groom Cerberus without the assistance of magic, and Levi was assigned to look after you from then on. It made the most sense for Levi to be the one to watch you, he did most of his classes for RAD online anyway.

You spent most of your days switching between your room and Levi’s, doing school assignments with ample breaks in between. Levi was quite helpful when it came to Devildom History, he knew a lot about all the different battles that had been fought in the past millennia, rattling off facts off the top of his head. For your other classes, both Satan and Lucifer left you thorough notes to study, and they marked important passages in your textbooks as well. You were sure your grades would take a dip once you returned to class without the brothers’ comprehensive assistance.

Every day after RAD was over, Levi had his student council meetings which he attended over video call. Usually you would listen in, with Diavolo's permission, but today you had guests.

“MC!” Luke cried. He hugged you tightly, practically sitting on your lap.

You’d needed a change of scenery so when the angels had texted you they were coming to visit, you moved to the common room.

“Now Luke, don’t crowd them.” Simeon said sternly. “Sorry about that, MC.”

“It’s fine, really,” you hugged Luke back and then made room for him to sit next to you on the couch.

“We brought you some homemade sweets,” said Luke. “Make sure you hide them so Beelzebub doesn’t get to them.”

“There’s another box in the kitchen for everyone else, he’ll get his share.” Simeon assured you.

You opened the box. Inside were petit fours, some cookies, and some mini cream puffs, all of it was neatly separated with dividers. “These look delicious!” Simeon handed you a smaller box which contained a small strawberry shortcake, the perfect size to serve four. “It would be a shame if I had to eat them all myself so why don't we share them together? I can make some tea.”

Simeon was already moving to stand. “Stay right there, I can make the tea.”

Luke brought you a serving platter and some plates and utensils from the kitchen. You got to work setting everything out and making up plates for your guests while Simeon prepared some Earl Grey tea. He brought it in on a tray with a little pitcher of milk, sugar, and a bowl of lemon slices.

“Now how do you like your tea, MC?” Simeon asked as he poured some into a cup for you.

“MC likes honey in their tea, isn't that right?” Luke said.

“Oh, I didn't think to bring any honey,” said Simeon. “Shall I go get some?”

“I'll stick with a splash of milk for today,” You answered.

The three of you talked about RAD. You were happy to learn that Luke hadn’t had as much trouble with bullies ever since he became friends with Beel. Beel seemed to look after the little angel as if he was his own brother. That was a wonderful development for the exchange program. Simeon noted that the brothers seemed to miss you in class and at lunch, although they hadn't said anything about it, he could just tell.

Soon the conversation turned to you and your health.

“You’re getting enough rest, right?” Simeon asked.

“Eight whole hours of sleep every night,” you assured him.

“Good. I did notice your complexion looks better.”

You touched your cheek. “Thank you,” You weren’t sure if the extra sleep had anything to do with your skin improving, but you hadn’t done anything different with your skincare routine. Maybe it was the reduced stress from not having to attend classes. Whatever it was, you were pleased with the results and hoped it would continue.

Luke pulled out what looked like an ordinary friendship bracelet. “I made you this,” It had a red braided string with blue and white beads. Upon closer inspection, however, it seemed to glow slightly. “It has a protection spell woven into it. Solomon taught me. It's not very strong but it should be able to ward off any lower level demons who wish to harm you.”

“Thank you, Luke,” you smiled. “But you know it wasn't lower level demons who did this to me, I accidentally poisoned myself.” You recited the “official” story Lucifer had given you to say. It felt weird lying to the angels but the fewer people who knew the truth, the better. Besides, it might worry them more if they found out you’d been acting recklessly, even if you had done it under the supervision and encouragement of multiple competent magic users, their roommate included.

“I know but there are shady demons everywhere, it’s best to be cautious.”

“I suppose that's true.” You thought back to your first day at RAD. You touched the bracelet. You felt the faint buzz of what you now knew was magic. You’d been in the Devildom long enough now to be able to detect it, even if you couldn't wield it yourself.

“It won’t work on the brothers, so don’t worry about that,” said Simeon.

“Only because they're too powerful.” Luke grumbled.

“And because they don’t wish to harm you.” Simeon smiled. “You're safe here.”

Luke looked skeptical. It hadn't been that long since the two of you were faced with Lucifer’s unbridled wrath. And back then he had very much intended to harm you, Luke, and his own brother.

“Well thank you very much for this.” You hugged the young angel again. “Would you mind helping me put it on?”

Luke tied it to your ankle, with Simeon assisting him with the knot. There was a tiny flash sealing the spell.

“Don't ever take it off, ok?” Luke was starting to explain how the spell worked when Levi returned to the common room looking pale.

“Levi, is something wrong?” You asked, looking up at him.

He slumped onto the couch next to you.

“Do you need something, Levi?” Simeon poured a cup of tea for him. “Here, drink this.” He handed over the cup and saucer.

Luke put a cookie on a plate and reached over you to place it in Levi's lap.

“Levi?” You said again.

“The student council took a vote,” he said finally. “Almost unanimous. If Belphie were here he’d have been on my side, we could have contested it. Sometimes it's good to have two shut-in characters…”

“Ok…”

“Seven to one…”

“You’re not explaining anything,” You laid a hand on his shoulder, you were starting to get worried. “What was the vote about?”

Levi took a sip of his tea, grimacing at the taste before reaching for a lemon slice. “RAD is taking a field trip to the Moryo Town hot springs in two weeks.”

“Is that all?” You said. “I thought it was going to be something bad.”

“That is something bad!” Levi took another sip of tea, running a hand through his hair. “A whole weekend around other people, wearing yukata… And since I’m part of the student council I can’t just stay home sick. Lucifer would never allow that.”

“I thought you liked water, Leviathan,” said Simeon.

“Cool water. Empty water. Preferably salt water. Water with little fish like Henry swimming around in it, even. Not water filled with normies.” He held his face in his hands.

Luke rolled his eyes.

“I'm going to miss so many raids and merch drops.” Levi actually whimpered.

You patted his shoulder.

“Well,” you said. “Since the water will probably be too hot for humans, if you bring your laptop I can keep an eye on them for you.”

“That’s a good compromise,” said Simeon. “Although it’s a shame you won’t be able to participate, MC.”

Angels and Demons had similarly durable bodies. They would be able to stand the heat from the hot springs, unlike you and RAD’s one other human exchange student. It was likely you and Solomon would be sticking together during the trip. Hopefully there would be enough to do in town to occupy you.

“See, that’s the problem,” Levi said, taking another sip of tea. “The whole reason we’re going is because of you.”

“I don’t follow.” You cocked your head.

“The human-safe baths Lord Diavolo commissioned when the exchange program was announced were finished ahead of schedule. According to him, we can finally ‘enjoy a shared interest between humans and demons.’” Levi’s impression of the Demon Prince was impressive. “This is a nightmare.” He collapsed against the couch cushions dramatically.

***

Cross-posted on AO3

[mooodyblue]

happy triggers | little!austin x cg!reader

summary: while out getting groceries, austin finds himself accidentally regressing in the toy isle.

requested: yes!

wc: 695

warnings: little space, agere

masterlist

ever since austin first opened up to you about regressing from time to time, you learned more about his triggers everyday. the worst being when he was stressed out over his work or when he scrolled through social media for too long and came across nasty comments.

of course, he had his happy triggers. as he got more comfortable with you, the greater chance he had at slipping when faced with some of them.

you had to do some grocery shopping today and decided to tag austin along. of course with austin tagging along, you'd probably end up spending an embarrassing amount of time in target than you had originally planned to. it's a process, really. going through every isle, checking for sales, "oh my god austin look at this heart shaped mug i NEED it" "you literally just bought that two weeks ago".

this shopping trip was slightly different though, as you'd end up also buying snacks, drinks and such for when he was in his headspace. you had to practically pull him out of the candy isle.

"wait, don't-don't go in that part of the store." he said, panic in his voice as you turned past a section with the electronics, the same section that lead to the toys, which hasn't even crossed your mind but it certainly crossed austin's.

you stopped in your tracks, looking at him confused. "wait, why? i wanna check their vinyl section today."

his eyes widened. the toy section was directly in front of where you wanted to go. "i-" he stuttered for a moment. "i saw them. nothing good! okay let's go." he began turning the cart, but you stopped him.

you wanted to respect his wishes, but you had to go past both sections either way just to get to a different part of the store. "we still have to go down that way, austin." you said, suspicion in your voice.

he sighed, giving up. "okay." he took a deep breath, trying to look the other way as he walked by. he thought he was in the clear, looking straight again. but then he came in contact with a massive play kitchen set on display outside one of the isles, mouth agape and pausing to stare at it.

you hadn't noticed austin not by your side, too engrossed in what else you needed to pick up. but it didn't last long, you felt his missing presence soon enough and turned around, looking at him crouched down in front of the box and examining it before getting up to into one of the toy isles. ah, that's why he didn't want to go down this part of the store. "please don't be little in the store, pleasepleaseplease" you muttered to yourself as you wandered over to him.

"look!" he shouted excitedly, holding up a large squishmallow. he held it close to his chest, squeezing it tightly. "can i, momma? please?" he asked, dragging out the 'e' until you caved in. "okay, you can have that one. but no more. just the one."

oh, but it didn't stop there. he pulled you back to the kitchen play set that he'd first run into a few minutes ago. "this too, momma!! 's got little blue plates a-and blue bowls! and ausie can make mommy cookies! look! see, look!" he was doing his best to convince you to buy the set.

and while you were committed to buying austin more things for while he was little, you didn't exactly plan on buying toys. mostly essentials. he did need some toys for himself, but you didn't want to give in so easily. but the look on austin's face was making it difficult for you to say no to. it was almost as if the blue in his eyes got brighter, his eyes wide with hope and innocence. it just made your heart melt. okay, maybe you'll let him buy a few toys. but now you know toys are definitely one of his happy triggers.

austin was still blabbering about the set, to which you finally gave him a soft smile and laughed. "okay, okay. put it in the cart."

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 153

warnings: nsfw hmh masterlist

Today is the second Sunday in May, which means it’s your first official mother’s day! You celebrated last year even though Ronan wasn’t here yet, but this is your first mother’s day with your baby! You’re beyond excited for today too. John has kept you completely in the dark about today. All you know is that he’s planned something for you and he told you to get as much rest as you wanted last night.

You slept until about 9:45, which is a lot later than you usually sleep nowadays since having Ronan, and it was nice to get some extra rest. You got up and showered too, and you’ve spent a little extra time getting ready this morning. You opt for some high waisted jeans--John’s favorite--and a simple white t-shirt that has a little peach on the breast pocket.

Giving yourself another once over in the mirror, you fix your hair a little, then you head downstairs and smile when you hear John whispering to Ronan as she squeals and babbles. John has Ronan sitting in front of him on the counter as they put together a plate of food for you, but Ronan is eating the eggs that John is trying to put on your plate.

You can’t even begin to express the amount of happiness and joy this brings you. Seeing the love of your life holding your sweet girl in his arms as they prepare a little plate of food for you. Just seeing John like this is the sweetest part of it all. The amount of love that you have for him is endless.

“Put that there, bug, yup, good job.” John whispers, and you clear your throat as you stand in the doorway and smile at them. He perks up and smiles, “Happy mother’s day!”

“Thank you!” you smile as you walk over to him, kissing him a few times before you lean down to kiss Ronan.

John holds Ronan up to stand on the counter, then he hides behind her and tries to put on a kid voice, “Happy mother’s day, momma.”

You laugh as you squeeze her little hand, “Thank you very much, bug!”

“We made you some breakfast,” John says as he wraps his left arm around Ronan’s middle and holds her close to his chest, picking up your plate in his right hand, “Sit down, miss. Today is your day.”

“Ooh,” you put your hand over your chest and smile, then you walk to the table.

John sets down the plate that has heart shaped pancakes, scrambled eggs, a bowl of fruit, and some toast. He pours some syrup onto your pancakes, then he stands back and waits impatiently for you to take a bite.

“John…” you laugh a little, “You do realize that I want to spend the day with you, right?”

“I just didn’t want us to be in your way.”

You frown as you move the chair out next to you so John can sit down, “I want to spend the whole day with you two. It’s mother’s day!”

“I have something planned for later, but I didn’t know if you wanted to be left alone until then.” he says, and you reach over to cup his cheek, “I read that someone said their wife just wanted to be alone for her day.”

“Maybe her family sucks.” you say, and John laughs. “Maybe they’re super annoying, maybe her husband always leaves the toilet seat up, maybe her kids are real brats.”

John kisses your palm, “I never leave the toilet seat up.”

“Because Bleu drinks from the toilet otherwise.”

“Yeah, but still. It counts.”

You laugh, “Sure.”

“Well, can I leave her here with you for a moment?”

“What kind of question is that? Who else am I going to share these eggs with?” you reach out and take Ronan, then you set her in your lap and put some eggs on the table for her to eat. “Don’t be too long, baby. I wanna spend today with you too!”

John smiles softly before leaning down to kiss your forehead, “Of course.”

__

You’re a mom. You still can’t believe it sometimes. It was always something you knew you wanted out of life and something you were determined to get, and you’re so glad that you got it. Being a mom is everything you imagined and more. Ronan is just the perfect little baby. Okay, she does have some days where she’s a little crabby and fussy, but that’s to be expected. She’s going to grow up to be such a smart and confident little girl. You can’t wait.

The icing on the cake is absolutely being able to do this with John. He’s made this all the more special. Having someone by your side as you navigated motherhood was something you wanted, of course, but having someone actually be by your side and be so selfless and helpful to you has blown your mind. John is the ultimate husband, no doubt about that, but he’s the ultimate partner. He’s someone who will go above and beyond for someone he loves. He’s so good at being a husband and a dad, and above all else, a best friend. You don’t know how the hell you lucked out and why the hell he chose you, but you’re so fucking glad he did.

After putting Ronan down for her first nap, you and John both found your way to your room and flopped down on the bed. Just laying there and whispering to one another, about nothing really, but those are always the best kinds of days.

John smiles softly as you look at one another, “What do you want to do today?”

“I’m going to lunch Tess and mom, but that’s it.”

John nods as he reaches over to move your hair behind your ear, “Okay. Is Ro gonna stay with me?”

“Yeah, if that’s--”

“Don’t ask me if it’s okay. She’s my daughter too,” he whispers, and you nod. “I love hanging out with her. It’s even better when we’re all together.”

You laugh as you place your hand on his cheek, “I won’t be gone long. I think you’ll survive a few hours without you.”

“Hmm,” John hums as he moves closer to you, “I don’t know, peach.”

“You will.”

John’s eyes study you as you smile at him, then he leans closer to kiss you, “I’m gonna miss you while you’re gone though.”

“I’ll miss you too,” you whisper back, then you begin to laugh when he crawls on top of you. “I was thinking…maybe tonight.”

“Not now? You don’t want me now?”

You scoff, “I always want you--it’s ridiculous, really. I was just thinking that maybe tonight because…I might have something to wear.”

John’s smile grows, “Really?”

“Yeah, maybe.” you smirk, and he leans down to kiss you a few times before burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Plus, I need to get ready to leave, and you, my handsome and sexy husband, are very distracting.”

“Oh, I’m distracting?”

You laugh as you reach up and squeeze his cheeks between your hand, “You’re very distracting. I already know that as soon as I get back, you’ll have made a nice bath for me--because you’re fucking ridiculously sweet--and you’ll try to sneak your way in and distract me.”

“Well, what can I say? You’re kind of hot.”

“Kind of?” you say, faking your hurt.

John laughs as he leans over and gently kisses you, “Very. Very hot. I’ll let you go get ready now.”

“Okay,” you stay underneath him and smile when he starts to laugh. You look over to check the time on your phone, then you check the baby monitor to make sure Ronan is still asleep. When you see that she is, you look at John and smile, “Wanna make out for a bit?”

“Hell yeah!” he laughs, then he leans down and kisses you as you close your eyes.

__

Lunch with your mom and Tess was really nice, but now you’re trying to get in the door with your arms full of gifts that you got from them. Tess got you some nice home spa stuff, and your mom got you some candles and a nice necklace with Ronan’s birthstone and yours. It’s the same one that your mom has with your birthstone and Tess’, and Tess has one with Finn’s birthstone. It’s nice too since you can add more birthstones as you have more kids.

“I’m home.” you say as you set down your gifts by the door, “Hello?”

You take two steps and see John coming around the corner from the kitchen with a huge smile on his face. You furrow your brow a little since Ronan isn’t with him, but he gestures over his shoulder, so you assume she’s in the kitchen eating.

“How was lunch?”

“It was good,” you smile at him and lean down to take your shoes off. You look up at him as he stares at you, “What?”

John shakes his head, “Nothing. Did they like their gifts?”

“They did,” you exhale as you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist. You close your eyes and smile when you feel him hug you back, “Where’s Ro?”

“She’s waiting for you.” he says, and you tilt your head back to look at him. “In the backyard.”

You widen your eyes, “She’s back there alone?”

“Yes, I just left her out by the pool with a six pack of beer and some tacos.” he jokes, then he nudges your chin, “She’s sleeping in her pack ‘n play, but she should be up soon. Come with me.”

You take John’s hand and head through the kitchen with him to the back patio door, but you stop and gasp when you see the backyard is decorated in balloons and a homemade banner that reads ‘Happy Mother’s Day!’, complete with Ronan’s footprints and handprints on it.

“What? This is what you’ve been doing all day?”

John smiles as he shrugs, “It’s your first mother’s day with our bug. I wanted it to be special.”

You lean up to kiss him, then you walk over to the table where a box of Mother’s day themed cookies sit, along with some fruit and presents. You wipe away the tear on your cheek as you turn around to see Ronan sleeping, but you start to laugh when you see she’s wearing a light pink swimsuit with a floral pattern on it.

“Babe! She looks so cute,” you turn around to look at John, then you laugh when you see him holding up a swimsuit, “For me?”

“Matching swimsuits.” he smiles proudly.

You walk over to him and take it, “Have I really become that mom?”

John chuckles, “I think you two will look great. Go put it on!”

You squeal a little as you rush past him and head inside to change. The swimsuit is the same as Ronan’s and the pattern is super cute, so you’ll definitely wear it again--John did a good job. For some reason, him knowing your size makes you smile. It’s oddly adorable.

After putting the swimsuit on and checking yourself out, you pull your hair up into a pony tail and head back outside to see John sitting with Ronan in his lap. You smile at him and pose a little as he laughs, then you wave at Ronan when she kicks her legs and grunts, reaching out for you.

“Hi, bug! Look at us gorgeous girls!” you hold her up and smile as she smiles back at you, “We have matching swim suits!”

“You two look so beautiful,” John says, snapping pictures of the two of you. “Oh, hold on, I got something inside. I’ll be back.”

You sit down and grab the little bowl of fruit John had brought out for her, then you smile when she reaches in for a strawberry and haphazardly stuffs it into her mouth. Pink juice runs down her chin and lands on her swimsuit, so you grab a bib and put it on her.

“I can’t believe I’m your momma!” you smile when she looks at you and offers a strawberry, and you eat it out of her hand. She reaches for another one and eats it, then offers a piece of banana to you, “I’m so lucky to be your momma. Thank you for being such a good kiddo. Daddy and I are so, so lucky.”

“Alright,” John says as you look up, and you start to laugh loudly when you see he’s wearing swimtrunks with the same floral pattern. “How do I look?”

You smile so wide that your cheeks hurt, “You look great, babe! Look at your handsome dad, Ro.”

John laughs as he walks over and sits down next to you, “Never in a million years did I think I’d be wearing swim trunks that match my wife and daughter.”

“Yeah,” you look at him and nod, “I didn’t think that either--for me. Or you, I’ll be honest. When we met, I mean, you know I thought about having kids and stuff, and I thought about spending forever with you, but I didn’t think it would actually happen. I thought we’d date and get serious, but I thought you’d think I’d want too much from you--marriage and kids. I knew you weren’t looking for a fling, I knew you wanted a wife, but I guess there was a part of me that thought I wouldn’t have been good enough for that, like maybe you’d want someone who had a career or, shit, owned their own house. I had roommates and I didn’t think you’d be into that.”

John reaches out to touch your cheek, “I loved you from the moment I met you, I truly mean that. And I loved everything about you. I loved that you worked at the bookshop; it meant we had something in common. I loved that you lived with some roommates, mostly because you lived across the street from me but I loved that you had roommates because it meant you didn’t live alone and you wouldn’t be lonely.”

You jut your bottom lip out as you look at him, “Stop, you’re so cute.”

“The fact that you thought that you wouldn’t be good enough for me at one point is the most insane thing I’ve ever heard.” he rests his hand on your thigh and holds your gaze, “If anything, I wasn’t good enough for you.”

“Oh, shush!” you say, and Ronan grunts as she looks at John, “Yeah, you tell him!”

John laughs when you stand Ronan up on your leg, “Tell me what?”

“That you’re the love of my life and you will always be my absolute favorite person.” you smile at him when he looks at you, “You made me a mom, and that’s one of the best things you’ve ever done for me.”

“Best thing we ever did.” he smiles as he leans over to kiss you, then he kisses Ronan’s cheek.

You stand up with Ronan in your arms, then you walk over to get her floatie. With John’s help, you get her into it and carefully place her in the water so you can hop in since it’s warm. You smile at her when she kicks her legs and giggles, and she looks up at John when he hops in the pool and walks over to put a bucket hat on her.

“Look how cute you are!” John smiles, and Ronan splashes in the pool. “And look how gorgeous and happy momma looks today.”

Looking up at John, you laugh a little, then you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck and hop up so he’ll hold you, “Thank you for today. It’s the best Mother’s day I’ve ever had.”

“The only one…”

“No, we went to the lake house last year when I was pregnant.” you press a kiss to his lips and smile, “But this is the best one because I get to share it with my two favorite people.”

John pulls Ronan over to you two and smiles, “My girls.”

__

After Ronan went down for a nap, John headed downstairs to work on an order he had gotten a few days ago. You had a few things that you wanted to get done, and now that you are, you’re gonna join John downstairs.

The moment you step into the basement, you gasp loudly and slap your hand over your mouth, which causes John to look up at you. You point at him and widen your eyes, and he looks behind himself and laughs as he looks at you.

“What?”

“You’re wearing glasses…” you walk over to him and touch the lenses in them, leaving behind a fingerprint, “Since when?”

John starts to laugh as he takes them off, but you shake your head furiously and push them back up his nose. You move to stand between his legs, still staring at him.

“I got them a while back,” he says as you look at him, “Just for working on something small, which is why I’m wearing them. This spine is super intricate, so I needed them. They’re not meant for every day wear or anything. Just a now and then thing.”

“Do I look weird?” you pull them off and put them on, “Oh, Jesus.”

John starts to laugh, “It’s so I can see up close.”

Your eyes go a little cross before you pull them off, “Yeah, I see that. Too bad…”

“Why?”

You slide them back on him and smirk, “Well, between you and me, you look ridiculously sexy. I always think that you are, but the way you feel about me in lingerie, that’s how I feel right now. Jonathan Wick in glasses, fuck yeah.”

John pulls you closer to him, running his hands up your bare thighs, “Well, I can always keep them on.”

“Hmm,” you lean closer to him and brush your lips against his, and he lifts you up and sets you in his lap as you kiss. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

John lets out a short laugh, then he cups your face and kisses you as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer as you grind against him. He’s already growing hard in his pants and you’re desperate for him. You move off his lap and bite your lip as you unbutton his jeans and unzip them. John grins when you look back at him, then he uses his pointer finger to push the glasses up a little.

“Fuck!” you nearly moan when he smirks, and you quickly help him get his pants off before kneeling in front of him.

“You’re desperate for it tonight, aren’t you?”

You slide him into your mouth and close your eyes, and he grips your hair and groans when you deep throat him. You hum as you wrap your lips around him and bob a few times. The feeling of him in your throat becomes a little too much, so you gag and slide him out and open your eyes to look at him, but he’s got his head tilted back in pure bliss. You start to laugh as you stand up and kiss his neck, and he looks at you and smiles.

“You’re so damn amazing.”

“Isn’t today my day?” you joke, and he kisses your nose before he wraps his arms around you.

John licks his lips and leans closer to you, “Today is your day, so…tell me, what do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.” you whisper to him, and he starts to laugh before he nods his head.

“Consider it done,” he whispers as he stands up, then he looks down at you, “Where at?”

You look around the basement as you think. Upstairs is off limits since Ro is asleep, so the basement will have to do. You look back at John and smirk, and he moves his work aside before lifting you up and setting you on his workbench.

Since it’s warmer today, you decided to put on a summer dress and it lays over your thighs as John stands in front of you. You cup his face and bring his lips to yours for a sloppy kiss that leaves you breathless.

John watches you closely as his hand slides up your thigh, hiking up your dress, “Why don’t you just lay back and enjoy me? It’s your day.”

You place your hand on John’s cheek as the two of you smile at one another, “Okay.”

John hums in delight as he sits down on the stool in front of you, then he kisses your thighs and pulls your dress over his head as you laugh.

“Having fun down there?”

“We both will be in a minute.” he says, pulling your underwear to the side.

John immediately buries his face between your legs and spreads them further to get a better angle, and you close your eyes and smile as the sound of John eating you out fills the room.

“Mmm,” you suck on your bottom lip and smile, “You’re always so loud.”

“You’re always so wet.” he says, pressing a kiss to your thigh, “Tastes so good.”

Flicking his tongue over your clit, John moans and grips your thighs a little tighter to keep you from completely squirming away from him.

“Fuck,” you moan as you arch your back, “Feels so good, baby.”

John hums as he sits up and wipes off his mouth, “You deserve this, baby. My wife deserves all of this…”

You let out a small laugh as you look down at him, “Yes, I do.”

John’s tongue is warm and wet as it slides over every inch of your pussy, and you whimper when he rolls his tongue and begins diving deeper between your legs. He’s an absolute God with his mouth. You place your right hand on top of his head and grip his hair as you let out a ridiculously loud moan.

“You like that, huh?” John asks as he looks up at you whimpering and writhing on the workbench for him. He kisses your thighs and stomach, and he pulls your dress up more so he can see your breasts, “Well, we can’t have this. They’re hidden.”

“Watch this.” you laugh as you look down at your bra. Unhooking your bra from the front snap, you look up at John as he watches in awe. You wiggle your fingers, “Magic.”

John buries his face between your breasts as he kisses and sucks on your skin, and you hear him unbuckling his belt. He leans up to kiss you as you help him pull his pants down and reveal his cock, hard and ready for you. He scoots you down a little and wraps his hand around your ankle as he looks into your eyes with a lust filled gaze. You hold his gaze as you slowly dip the tip of his cock between your legs, and he drops his head and shakes it as he squeezes his eyes shut before you finally allow him to slip between your legs.

The workbench is too high for him to be able to really move his hips, so he tucks his hands under your armpits and lifts you up, carrying you over to the couch effortlessly, which only turns you on even more. He lays you down on the couch and kisses you once, then he slides back between your legs.

“Oh, shit,” John lays down on you, resting on his elbows as he begins pounding his hips against yours, “Fuck, yes, fuck…”

Raking your fingers across John’s back, you whine loudly as he continues jerking his hips and causing your breasts to bounce from the force of his thrusts. You wrap one arm around John’s neck and reach down with your other hand to pull up your leg and allow John to move in deeper.

“Oh, my god,” you cling to John and throw your head back as he rotates his hips, “Yes!”

John lets out a satisfied chuckle, “Let me hear you scream for me again, peach.”

You whimper loudly and nod your head, all too eager to comply with him. He jerks his hips hard and knocks the breath out of you, and you tilt your head back and moan his name. You squeeze your eyes shut and gasp when you feel his fingers on your clit, rubbing circles.

“One more, baby,” he brushes his lips against your jawline.

“John,” you moan against his skin, digging your nails into his back. “Shit, you feel…so fucking…good.”

“I know, baby,” he nods, holding your gaze, “I was made for you.”

You cup his face and kiss him, taking his tongue into your mouth and sucking on it as he slowly rolls his hips to make you feel every inch of him. You let out a small moan as you look into his dark eyes, then you shiver when he rubs his beard against your collarbone.

“I want you to come for me, my girl…”

Grinding your hips against one another, you lay back on the couch and close your eyes as your body begins to tense up and prepare for your orgasm. Gripping the cushion tight in your hand, you throw your head back as you scream out John’s name, and you feel shivers throughout your entire body as you come, your body shaking underneath him and your toes curling.

“Yes, baby,” John whispers in the crook of your neck, “Come for me, baby.”

John jerks his hips several more times as he pants against your neck, and you gasp when he pushes himself deep inside of you as he finishes and groans loudly. He stays on top of you for a moment, pressing his lips to every inch of your chest and face. He finally sits up and uses his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“You were made for me?” you whisper quietly, and he smiles proudly as he leans down to kiss you. “That was hot, I won’t lie.”

You scoot over so John can lay with you, and he wraps his right arm over your waist and kisses your shoulder a few times before letting out a content sigh. Your eyes slowly drift shut as you listen to him breathing next to you, but they snap open when you feel his hand moving down between your legs. Slowly you open your legs to him and close your eyes again when he rubs circles on your clit.

“Again?”

John laughs as he looks up at you, “You wanna go again?”

You think it through for a few minutes, then you move to look at him, “Do you?”

“If you do…”

“Well, I do if you do…” you say, and he starts to laugh as he sits up to kiss you. You shift around on the couch a few times until you can see him again, but you groan in annoyance, “Rain check? Later tonight, maybe? Like, when I don’t have a stupid cushion in the way!”

John laughs as he nods his head, “Yeah. I mean, I can go down if you want…”

“You’re very eager…”

“When am I not?” he says, and you cock up your brow, “It’s your day.”

“I feel like you’re hiding something.”

John laughs, shaking his head, “I’m not.”

“You’re lying.” you say, and his cheeks turn red, “Tell me.”

“Fine,” he sits up and rests on his elbow to look at you, “I always try to see how many orgasms I can get out of you.”

You laugh, “What? Why?”

John smirks as he shrugs, “Why not?”

Your mouth drops open before you start to laugh. It’s hot. Fuck, it’s so hot that he openly admitted that.

“So,” you raise your brow, “How many have you gotten?”

“On record so far, five.”

You widen your eyes, “In one…session?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, “But I’m close to a sixth. I almost had you there one night, but the phone started ringing.”

“Wait, you mean with me?” you gesture to yourself.

John furrows his brow, “Of course you. Who else would I be talking about? What kind of question is that?”

“Well, I don’t know,” you shrug and look at him, and he shakes his head before leaning over to kiss you. You start to smile, “Wow. Five times, huh?”

“Pretty proud of myself,” he admits, and you start to laugh. He leans closer and brushes his lips against yours, “I am going to get my six in a row one of these days.”

You nod your head as a big smile spreads on your face, “Oh, I have no doubt about that.”

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“I’m nervous,” John exhales, and you walk over to wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

“You’re going to do so well, babe. They’ll love you, and I’m here the whole time!” you walk around and look at him, fixing his tie a little. He decided to wear some nice slacks and a dark blue shirt with a tie that you bought for him for his big special day. He looks so handsome, and he looks like a teacher. It’s ridiculously sexy. “Mr. Wick, you’re going to do great!”

“We’ll see.” he laughs a little, then he leans down to kiss you before he continues setting up tables for his very first class at the shop.

John has been wanting to teach a bookbinding class for a while now, so the two of you went to the community college in Oyster Bay to talk to some teachers. One teacher sat down and talked with John for a bit, and they came up with a little agreement--students could sign up for John’s class from some extra credit. A few students signed up for it, so John is beyond nervous. He’ll do so well though!

You look over at John as he runs his hand over his beard and looks around the shop, and you smile when he looks at you. You give him a thumbs up and laugh when he exhales loudly.

He’s so nervous, but you know it’s all going to go well. And even though you’re not as good as bookbinding as John, you’re here for him if he needs support. You said you’d be more than okay with just spending the day out and about while he teaches his class, but he wanted you here. He said he felt much better with you here.

“Babe, it’ll be great!” you walk over to him and take his hands, “You know what you’re doing, you’re great with people--”

“I just feel nervous. I feel like I’m not going to know what to say. It’s easy here to talk to people and ask them about their day--it’s basic conversation--but I don’t know how to--”

You press your finger to his lips, “Jonathan, you’re gonna do great. You know how to do this stuff like the back of your hand. This is all second nature to you.”

John nods his head as he looks down and plays with your fingers, “And you’ll be here the whole time?”

“The whole time!” you lean up and kiss him, “I’ll be by your side the whole time, Wick. Ro is with Jimmy this afternoon, so I’m not going anywhere!”

The bell above the door chimes when a few people walk in, and you immediately recognize them as students by their awkward and timid body language. They look up at you and John, and you smile at John before you back away so he can introduce himself.

John walks over and shakes hands with them, exchanging names and making small talk, then he gestures for them to take whatever seat they want. You smile when John looks at you, then you give him a thumbs up and a wink before you back away and watch him with a huge smile on your face.

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To say you’re proud of John is an understatement. He did so well with his class today, and they all seem to really like him and enjoy the class. He made sure to really simplify things for them until he realized they’re a lot smarter than he thought. They caught on to everything so fast too. John is proud of them and of himself. Obviously this is something so out of his comfort zone, but he did it and he was so good at it. All of his students already said they’ll see him next week for the next class, and you know how happy that made him.

You look across the shop at John as he cleans up the desk and puts the utensils away, and you see him smile.

“I know you’re looking at me,” he says, and you laugh.

“Fine, then I won’t look at you,” you joke as you turn away from him.

Not five seconds later do you feel John’s arms wrapping around your waist. He turns your face to the right so he can kiss you, then he takes your hand and turns you back around so you’re facing him.

“Today went well.” he whispers, and you nod your head. “Did I do okay?”

You smile softly as you look into his eyes, “You were amazing. They loved you. I’m so proud of you.”

“Really?” John’s chin wobbles for a moment before he looks into your eyes. His vulnerability makes you want to cry.

“Yes!” you wrap your arms around his neck and beam at him, “I’m beyond proud of you, John. You did something so out of your comfort zone and you were really fucking good at it! I’m so proud! I got to sit here and watch you do something that you love and that you’re good at, and it was an amazing afternoon because of it.”

“You’re proud?” he asks softly, and you nod your head. “No one has ever said they’re proud of me before. Embarrassing to admit.”

That hurts your feelings to hear. You start to wonder if you’ve ever told John that you’re proud of him. Surely you have. You don’t feel bad for yourself, you feel absolutely terrible for John.

“That hurts my feelings.” you whisper to him, and he furrows his brow, “It hurts my feelings to think that no one has ever told you that they’re proud of you--that maybe I’ve never told you that I’m proud of you.”

John starts to laugh, “Of course you have! Baby, I didn’t mean you. You’ve told me many times that you’re proud of me.”

“I am so proud of you, John. You have no idea.” you hug him tight in your arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck, “So fucking proud of everything you’ve done these past two and a half years.”

“Thank you,” he whispers, rubbing his hand down your back.

The two of you stand in each other’s arms for a few minutes until you hear the bell above the shop door. You let go of John and smile when you see your mom coming in with her hands full.

“Hi! How did your class go?” she asks, rushing over to hug John, “Look, I made you those cookies you love.”

“Wow,” John takes the box and smiles at her, “Thank you.”

Your mom squeezes his arm and smiles brightly at him, “How did it go, honey?”

She’s so proud of him too. Your mom absolutely adores John. Obviously she loves him because he’s good to you and Ronan, but she just really likes him as well. She still doesn’t know everything John has been through, but she knows enough to know that this life he has with you is one that is precious and important.

The fact that John is so openly accepted by your family is something that you know means a lot to him. At first he was always worried about what your mom and dad would think about him, but now he doesn’t worry as much because it’s obvious that they love him.

You stand back and watch as your mom beams at John and listens intently. The bell above the door rings again, and you look over to see your dad coming in, smiling wide and making a beeline towards John, no doubt he’s eager to hear about John’s first class too.

Tears fill your eyes as you watch John telling them all about today, and without even looking at you, John reaches over for your hand and pulls you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest, and your mom smiles.

“Yeah, it was really fun. I’m already looking forward to my next class. They’re all so eager to learn too, so I feel like I did a pretty good job.” John says, and you squeeze him tight.

“Oh, Jonathan, I’m so glad it went well. I knew it would! I never doubted it.” your mom gushes, and John chuckles softly.

“Proud of you, son.” Dan says, and you bury your face as you start to cry harder, “I see I’ve made her cry.”

John laughs and hugs you tighter, “She’s a sweetheart.”

“We’re all so proud of you!” you cup his face and look at him, “And we love you!”

“Thank you,” John nods, rubbing your back, “I really appreciate all the support. I’m a very lucky man.”

After talking for a few more minutes, your mom and dad head out--they only stopped by since they have dinner reservations. You and John finish up closing the shop, then you wait by the door for him while he does all his last checks before locking up for the night.

John smiles when he looks at you, then he gets his keys out and locks the shop for the night. You both get in the car and yawn, which makes the two of you laugh.

“So tired,” you whisper, and he nods his head and looks over at you, “Should we get our baby and go home and snuggle her?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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John knocks on the door and slowly opens it, putting his hand out when Sadie immediately rushes towards him. He ruffles her ears and opens the door more, looking back at you to make sure Sadie doesn’t jump. She’s a good dog, but she’s certainly not as tame and calm as Bleu. She’s amazing with the kids, but it’s like she’s always hyped up on sugar or something.

You hear giggles coming from downstairs, so you and John head down there to see Jimmy with a cowboy hat on and some pool noodles laying on the ground. Finn is whacking away at Jimmy with a pool noodle while Tess holds Ronan in her lap and laughs, and Ronan is giggling too.

John laughs, “Look at him just beating the shit out of Jimmy.”

“Wow, so this is a Friday night at the Hendricks’ house.” you say as you sit on the couch.

Jimmy sits up on his knees and laughs, “Hey.”

Finn is still hitting Jimmy with the pool noodle on the back, then he spins around and goes back to hitting him. He’s hitting Jimmy on the back but everyone--except Jimmy--sees it coming: Finn starts to hit Jimmy on the stomach, then boom! He whacks him right in the balls. Tess screams with laughter and Finn giggles proudly and looks at his mom.

“Oh, fu--” Jimmy looks at Finn, who is still grinning proudly, and grits his teeth, “Fudge!”

“Fudge!” Finn repeats and walks over to Tess after throwing the pool noodle on the ground.

Tess pulls Finn onto her lap and kisses the top of his head, “Sweetheart, we don’t hit people right there, remember? That hurt daddy.”

Jimmy clears his throat and sits back on his knees, “Babe, it’s okay.”

“This is the fifth time this week,” she says, and you look at John and laugh. “He needs to know he can’t keep hitting you there.”

“Well, I mean, yeah, I’d prefer it if he didn’t.”

Tess laughs, “We plan on having more kids, so, yeah, me too. This is not a nice place to hit people, okay, bubba? No more hitting there. Can you go say sorry to daddy?”

Finn crawls off of the couch and walks over to Jimmy, wrapping his arms around Jimmy’s neck. Jimmy lifts him up and hugs him tight, then he starts to laugh.

“Thank you, buddy.”

“Well,” you sit down on the couch and laugh when Ronan kicks her legs and reaches for you, “Hello, bug!”

Tess hands her over, “When I heard Jimmy had her, I got my errands done faster so I could spend time with her. When are you going to let me watch her?”

“What? We always do!”

“I know, but I want to take her and get a pretty dress for her.” she frowns, and you start to laugh. “I want to have an Aunt Tess and Ronan day.”

John pinches Ronan’s cheek, “Why don’t you keep her tonight?”

Everyone looks up at John, and he smiles at you. You playfully hit his stomach and look back over at Tess.

“What? Oh my god, please!” she clasps her hands together and begs, “Please, please, please! I can buy her a dress and take her pictures! Please!”

“You already gave me those great pictures for Mother’s day.”

Tess rolls her eyes, “You need more! She’s the most gorgeous baby! Please!”

You look over at John and shrug a little, “What are we going to do?”

John holds your gaze and starts to laugh when Jimmy and Tess do, “I think we can…figure something out.”

“Oh,” you smile at him, then you look back at Tess, “Yeah, you can keep her overnight, but I’ll be back in the morning to get her.”

Tess snatches Ronan from your arms and hugs her tight, “Did you hear that? You get to stay here with Aunt Tess and Uncle Jimmy, and we’re going to snuggle you all night!”

Jimmy crawls over and playfully chomps on Ronan’s foot. You look over at John as he watches with a smile on his face, then he looks at you and winks. Jimmy takes Ronan’s hand and kisses it, and you feel your heart squeeze in your chest. They both love Ronan so much, so you know she’s in good hands here. She’s obviously stayed over plenty of times before and she loves it, so she’ll be fine.

“Well,” you look over at John, “I’ll have to pack her a bag.”

“No, you don’t. I have stuff here for her.” Tess says, and you laugh as you look over at her, “She’s fine. Go spend the rest of the night together.”

John puts his hand on your shoulder and squeezes as he moves around the couch so he can hold Ronan and say goodbye to her. He kisses her cheek and hugs her tight, then he hands her over to you. You say goodbye to her and give her a big kiss before you hand her back to Tess.

“Okay,” Tess smirks as she looks at you, “Go have fun, you two.”

You and John both look at one another and practically trip as you run up the stairs with your bedroom in mind. You hold tight to John’s hand as you both hurry across the street to your house. He opens the door and pulls you back to him, kissing you hard on the lips before he lifts you up.

You cup his face and smirk at him, “You still got those glasses?”

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[dufrau]

Alight bud, it's time.

2, 13, 20, 26 (I know you make, but the details!!), 36, 40 and 48

also 34 makes me cry a little.

Hoo boy lets go!

2. Describe your favorite pair of socks: I hate wearing socks honestly. I am barefoot as much as possible and in the summer I wear vans without socks. But I also like boots a lot so I need socks for those. I guess the pair I wear the most are like mid calf and they are purple and grey striped. Although I did buy some heavier winter socks this year that are like buffalo check plaid, I just havent worn them enough yet to give them the honors.

13. Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil? I like ballpoint pen a lot, for writing and (heretically) for drawing. But I dont have any ballpoint pens right now, I just have gel pens and I kind of hate them. I would take a pencil over a gel pen. I like the idea of fountain pens and I 100% understand why people collect them, but I am too messy I think to make good use of them. My handwriting looks like a serial killer's no matter what implement I use.

20. What kind of math are you best at? Addition and subtraction of single digit numbers. I only made it to Algebra 2 and I barely passed that class. Matrixes broke my brain. I can figure out what 20% is to tip people and that's about as mathy as I prefer to get.

26. Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties? Yes. I am a very good cook, and good enough at following recipes to be a passable baker. The things I can make without really even thinking about it are roast chickens, basically any kind of beef stew or chicken soup, steaks, bbq chicken. Carnitas for tacos. I yolo salads, they always come out good. Heart kind of home cooking kind of stuff. Nothing fancy really. But its good and nobody goes home hungry.

36. What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at? Does beer pong count? Because I have had some triumphant moments at that. I would love to be good at pool but Im just not, and none of the super fast paced stuff works out great for me because number one im getting old and number two i am generally drunk if im playing games. I used to be very good at Big Buck Hunter but it's been a while since I've played so I'm probably pretty rusty.

40. What’s your favorite kind of tree? There was an apricot tree randomly along Pearl street in cambridge near my old apartment, just hanging out over the sidewalk. It was a weird place for a fruit tree, very urban and busy, and it didnt seem like anybody ever picked fruit from it because every year the sidewalk would get just absolutely disgusting with it. But I liked that tree because it was unexpected and neat. There's a sapling in our front yard that I was hoping was an apple tree but Im pretty sure its not. I like fruit trees I guess. It's just wild that you can plant a tree and ignore it and it will just rain fruit down on you. A miracle!

48. Do you have a favorite plate or bowl? No favorite plate. We have a multicolored set of bowls and I am partial to the lighter blue one because a lot of the bowl food I make is orange/reddish and I think it photographs well in a light blue bowl. I have a favorite beer mug, a fat little round keg shaped mug we got at Schilling brewing last fall. And I have a favorite wooden spoon, it's slightly rounded but has a great scraping edge on it for deglazing. And my favorite wine glass is a mason jar.

And BONUS QUESTION 34 yes i can read a clock. Genius confirmed!

(questions from this post)

[joysmercer]

technically canon-compliant in the sense that nothing in canon suggests it didn’t happen (i think) but…well. 

“Ah, there we go,” Charles says, turning off the stove. He balances the pancakes, fruit bowls, and syrup holders carefully on a tray and walks over to the dining table, where two little girls in tutus and plastic crowns beam up at him. “Breakfast-for-dinner is ready for my favorite-est four-year-olds in the whole world. Have you chosen the plates you want?”

He would normally serve them on regular tableware, but Kara had insisted on buying about ten different sets of disposable party plates the last time they went shopping, and, well, he isn’t in the business of saying “No” to his granddaughter.

“I want the gla—galaxy!” she immediately shouts out, obviously excited to use the new word she’d learned.

“Now, Kara, remember, we have a guest with us. What do we say?” Charles asks sternly.

“Oh, sorry. Nina, pick yours?” Kara looks at Charles, and he smiles in confirmation, so she continues, “There’s a castle, a space one—that’s mine—some princesses, and, um—”

“Look, Nina, we’ve got a bunch of shiny colored ones too,” Charles says, opening the cupboard for Kara’s friend to see. The girl only furrows her brow. “Would you like me to choose for you?” he asks kindly.

Nina shakes her head and points to a stack hidden towards the back. “What’s that one?” she asks quietly. 

Charles draws out the golden plates and almost drops them in shock. He doesn’t remember buying these; in fact, he’s certain he saw them and immediately steered his cart in the other direction. Quickly regaining his composure, he says, “It’s a treasure chest. See all the jewels and gold coins on it?”

“Why’s there a cup in the middle?”

Charles winces internally. Uh oh. “That’s called a goblet. It’s a very fancy cup kings and queens used to drink out of.”

Nina nods and smiles. “I want that.”

He grabs the two requested designs and puts them on the tray, then walks over to the table. “Now, for Pr—”

“Do the voice! Do the voice!” Kara interrupts.

Charles laughs. “I’m sorry, my dear.” He starts again, forcing himself to revert to his native British accent. “Now, for Princess Kara Tatiana”—Kara swings her legs in anticipation—“one star-shaped pancake with sides of blueberries and maple syrup,” he declares, placing said items on her plate.

Kara picks up her fork, but he shakes his head at her. “Princesses always wait for their guests to be served too,” he reminds her. Kara nods solemnly and puts it back down.

Charles walks to the other side of the table. “And now, for Princess Nina, one heart-shaped pancake with strawberries and chocolate syrup.” He smiles at both of them and claps his hands. “You may eat!”

“Why’d you want that plate?” He hears Nina ask through a mouthful of fruit as he starts washing up.

“It’s pretty. I wish it had the moon too. That’s my favorite star.”

“Yeah. My plate’s pretty too.” 

It’s strange, Charles muses internally, how children always seem to know their own destinies when adults never do. He then resolves to take Kara to the local children’s museum so she learns the difference between a satellite and a star.

Just then, the doorbell rings. “Gran!” Nina exclaims, running to the door. Charles opens it for her and Nina runs forward, hugging her grandmother around the waist.

“Hi, Nina! Did you have fun in preschool today?” Evelyn asks. She smiles at Charles. “I hope she wasn’t too much trouble.”

“Billy was the only one who got in trouble today ’cuz he kept throwing beads when we were making necklaces,” Kara chimes in. “It wasn’t very nice.”

“Gran, look what I made!” Nina excitedly shows her a beaded chain around her neck. “Look, I put all the colors on it!”

“Oh, how pretty!” Evelyn kneels down and examines it carefully, ooh-ing and aah-ing. “You’re quite the artist.”

Nina giggles and Evelyn stands back up and looks at Charles. “I can’t thank you enough. It took a lot longer at the realtor’s than I thought it would, and I didn’t know what else to do but ask Lisa to pick this one up too,” she says, ruffling Nina’s hair. “I didn’t know she was working late and you were babysitting; I never would have asked otherwise.”

“Oh, no. It wasn’t a problem at all,” Charles says. “Nina’s a sweetheart.”

Still, Evelyn looks apologetic. “The way the real estate market is these days, you just don’t want to take any chances, especially so close to the end.”

“So you’re really moving, then?” Charles asks, hoping he sounds far more casual than he feels.

“Next week, actually.” Evelyn smiles wistfully. “Nina’s going to miss seeing Kara every day, that’s for sure.”

“And I’m sure Kara feels the same way,” he responds, his throat catching on the last word. From the look on Evelyn’s face, he knows that she knows he wasn’t really talking about his granddaughter.

A few seconds pass before Evelyn pulls her gaze away from his and pats Nina on the head. “D’accord, ma chérie, go put your shoes on.” Once Nina sits on the porch, light-up sneakers in hand, Evelyn quickly steps forward and places a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you around, Charlie.”

In a perfect world, you will, he thinks, briefly imagining them in a decade’s time, next to each other in the audience of their grandchildren’s graduation ceremony. He just has to figure out how to get to England before the cancer takes him first.

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if anyone’s curious about the paper plate designs, I was imagining them something like this: 

KT’s

Nina’s, but with a small goblet drawing somewhere near the middle

[stardustloserdoll]

hii! i love your writings so so much,

i was wondering if you could do a tom kaulitz fluff!

thank you 💜

of courseeee!! thank you so much you’re so sweet 😭 💕

heart shaped cookies

“1 cup of flour..” tom mumbled as he read off the the recipe, pouring it in the bowl. tom was making some heart shaped jam thumbprint cookies for y/n.

there was no special occasion, he just wanted to do something nice and show how much he appreciated them. even though he expressed it very much with gifts, and big amounts of love, he wanted to show more of it.

he began adding in the other ingredients and mixed everything together. “ahh, das ist zu einfach.” tom smirked as he began rolling the dough into balls.

he began leaving the imprints on the cookies and added the cherry jam, licking the spoon once he finished. he set the oven and walked to their shared room.

peeking inside he saw y/n was still napping. once he heard the little tune from the oven he ran and grabbed the cookies pushing them inside.

“man i’m good at this.” tom said as he gave himself a pat on the back. “now to wait for 10 minutes.”

as time passed tom took a little nap. when the timer went off he ran/waddled to the oven. slipping on the hello kitty oven mittens, he pulled out the cookies.

“lecker lecker leckerrr!” tom sang as he set the cookies down on the counter, clapping his hands seeing how perfect they came out.

he waited for the cookies to cool down then got a heart shaped plate from the cupboard and a glass.

placing the cookies on the plate, he poured out some milk in the glass and waddled his way to their room. “wakey wakey meine liebe.” tom sang.

y/n yawned as they woke up and and stretched. “fuckkk, i needed that nap.” y/n smiled as they sat up.“made this for my one and only.” tom smiled handing them the cookies and milk.

y/n’s eyes grew wide as they took the plate and milk smiling at tom. “tomm, this is so sweet oh my gosh. thank you.” y/n leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“just wanted to do something for you to show how much i love and appreciate you.” tom blushed looking down, playing with the hem of his shirt. “they look so yummy tom.” y/n grabbed a cookie and took a bite.

“tom this is so goooddd.” y/n said taking another bite and a sip from their milk. “here, try it chef tom.” y/n giggled as they held up the cookie to his mouth.

taking a bite from the cookie he nodded his head in agreement. setting down the cookies and milk on the side, y/n hugged him. “love you so much, thank you.”

“love you more lovely.”

das ist zu einfach- this is too easy

lecker- yummy

meine liebe- my love

[thepremedthatwrites]

Things Have Changed

request: Can you plsss do a Peter x reader relationship where the reader is a family friend and Peter has always had a crush on her and idk ends up admitting it to her at night or something and things get very heated like smutty or whatever.

Did I decide to edit this a day early because I'm procrastinating my school work? Perhaps. But anyways, I hope you all like this fic!

warning: smut below the cut

I could feel the beginning of sweat start to drip down the side of my face as I squinted my eyes trying to see the others in the water. The sand was at the border of being too hot to stand on in bare feet, causing me to walk closer to the water where the cold ocean had cooled the ground. “C’mon (y/n)!” Lucy shouted over the sound of the waves crashing into the shore. “The water isn’t even that cold!”

This was a lie and we both knew it. The icy water brushed the tip of my toes as I held back a shudder. At least the water would help me cool off from the unforgiving sun. As I stood contemplating what to do, I felt a hand graze my back. I turned to see Peter walking by me, a grin on his face. “Too scared to run in, (y/n)?” he asked. That was enough to kick me into action as I started to follow him into the water.

“Of course not,” I replied, holding back the instinct to let out a gasp as the cold water wrapped itself around my stomach. Both of our parents stayed by the towels and umbrellas, leaving the ocean to their children as they drank and talked about whatever it is that adults talked about. The blue house that our families had rented stood tall and proud behind our parents, overlooking the beach and whatever sat beyond what reaches of the ocean we could see.

Peter and I came to a halt as we reached where Lucy and Edmund were. “Where’s Susan?” Ed asked as Peter dunked his head under the water.

“I believe she said she was taking a nap,” I replied as Peter’s head reappeared from the dark water. His blond hair was now pressed against his forehead and had become a few shades darker from the weight of the water.

“Watch out! Big wave!” Lucy just managed to shout out the words before my vision was painted white as the wave crashed down on us. I lost control of my body as I let the current drag me around like a rag doll until I felt myself crash into something solid. At first, I thought it was a rock before I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my chest.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” I heard Peter say as my head broke the surface. I gulped in a deep breath of air, the oxygen reaching my lungs as I wiped the salt water out of my burning eyes.

“Thanks,” I managed as the taste of salt water danced down my throat.

“I think some of the water went up my nose.” I heard Edmund say while Lucy was pushing her hair that had been plastered in front of her eyes out of her face. I turned my head to look at Peter whose arms were still around me. The sudden realization of the situation finally dawned on me and I felt my face warm at the close proximity. Suddenly his arms felt like iron chains around me and I couldn’t ignore the feeling of their weight on me. Peter seemed to have also become aware of the sensation of our bodies pressed against each other as he slowly removed his arms from me.

“Sorry,” he said softly, his face now also a light shade of pink.

“Yeah, no worries,” I said quickly. I was suddenly thankful for the large wave coming our way as I turned to face it, focusing my thoughts on not being drowned by the rushing water.

“I almost drowned!” Lucy exclaimed as we all sat around the dinner table. It had been my mom’s turn to cook dinner and so she had made us all steak. I started to cut into the meat as Lucy told Susan all about our adventures in the water. Peter and I had become a bit more quiet since the incident in the ocean. I felt myself stealing glances at him every now and then. Sometimes he had already been looking at me too.

“I’m so happy you guys decided to join us here in the states.” I heard my mom say to the Pevensies’ parents. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other since we moved to America.”

“I know, it seems the kids are having a lot of fun hanging out again,” Mrs. Pevensie replied. I turned back to the conversation but could feel the burning glances Peter occasionally threw at me throughout dinner. I was thankful when dinner was over, trying to wash the dishes as quickly as possible and avoiding being near Peter as much as the confines of the kitchen allowed. The parents had disappeared, most likely to the balcony that overlooked the water to drink some more and catch up on what they had missed in the past five years. As soon as the dishes were done, I excused myself blaming my exhaustion on the sun and went to my room.

I was surprised when I woke up to a dark room. I had expected myself to be unable to sleep and instead toss and turn until the rest of the lights went out in the house. I got up from my bed, checking my phone to see it was around three in the morning. My stomach growled as I turned on my lights. It seems that pushing the food around your plate does little to actually satisfy your hunger. I paused at my mirror before leaving. I brushed out my hair and checked to see that the pajamas I wore were acceptable to be seen by the public. I wasn’t sure if I would run into Peter, he was most likely still asleep, but I wanted to play it safe. I wasn’t sure why I was so concerned about my appearance around him. When we were younger, before my family moved to America, I could have cared less about what he thought of my appearance. But then again, we had been younger then. Five years younger to be exact. We had grown since then. His shoulders had broadened and he had become taller. My body had developed curves where it used to be straight and I had finally grown into myself. We weren’t how we were back in the UK. We were older and more mature.

I shook the thoughts from my mind and opened the door to my room. I walked as quietly as I could past my parents’ room and then past all of the Pevensies’ rooms before reaching the stairs that led to the living area that held the kitchen. I opened the fridge as my stomach automatically growled at the sight of all the food. The best part of being on vacation was the fact that the fridge was always filled with leftovers from dinner. I settled on some of the mac and cheese, spooning some into a bowl before putting it into the microwave. I stood patiently as the whir of the microwave filled the silence that had settled into the room.

“What are you doing up?” I jumped at the voice before turning to see Peter standing by the entrance of the kitchen.

“I was hungry,” I said while pointing my head to the microwave. He walked over to me and I was suddenly thankful I had spent the extra time on my appearance before leaving my room. He wore only a pair of grey sweatpants. I couldn’t help myself and let my eyes wander his exposed abs. He definitely did not have those five years ago.

“I missed seeing you,” he said, causing my eyes to jump from his abs to his ocean blue eyes which I could easily drown in if I weren’t careful.

“Me too,” I replied, my voice much softer than I expected it to be. I cleared my throat before speaking again. “I missed having someone I could annoy like an older brother.” Peter’s face scrunched as he shook his head.

“Please don’t call me an older brother. That’s weird.” I raised an eyebrow at this, my heart racing. All this time I had thought he saw me as another little sister. But if that wasn’t the case, what did he see me as?

“And why is that?” I questioned. Peter’s face seemed to have reddened. I wasn’t sure if it had already been red from the sun and I just hadn’t noticed or if he was blushing. Before he could answer the microwave went off causing me to jump. Peter opened the door, taking the bowl out as steam rose from the food.

He set the bowl down on the counter before turning back to me. His eyes seemed to be studying me. I subconsciously bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I watched as his eyes followed the movement. “You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you,” he finally said.

“And so have you.”

“The thoughts I have about you…” Peter started as he walked closer to me, stopping so that we were almost pressed against each other. “They are not thoughts a brother has about his sister.” He leaned down towards my ear, his hot breath brushing the bare skin behind my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. “That is why it’s weird for you to call me an older brother.” My face must have been the color of a lobster at this point, and I was no longer afflicted with hunger. Instead, lust coursed through my veins. He paused for a moment as if in thought before pressing his lips on the same skin his breath had just caressed. I let out a soft sigh allowing my hand to grasp onto his strong bicep. My other hand had crept around to his stomach, tracing the abs I had just moments before been admiring. He moved his lips, kissing down my neck as I moved my head back to give him more access.

His hands wrapped around my waist before he lifted me into the air. I let out a gasp in surprise before my ass met the cool counter. His eyes looked me up and down, filled with lust and desire. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” he asked. His hands were by my hips as his thumb traced shapes on my thighs. I found myself blushing at his words. Many people had called me beautiful before but the way he spoke it was the same way people sing praises to the gods they worship. He stepped towards me and I opened my legs for him so that he was as close as physically possible.

He stopped for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. They seemed to be saying all the things that had been left unsaid since we had reunited. You’re different. I’m different. These emotions are different. I love you. I wrapped my legs around him, forcing him closer (something I had not thought possible). His hands moved so that they were on either side of me, resting on the counter. My own hands were on his shoulders. I moved one so that it caressed his face. My mac and cheese sat patiently on the counter next to us, expecting to be eaten soon. I had a feeling the bowl would be staying there until the morning. Peter brought his face closer to mine. He paused for a moment, his eyes moving from my lips to my eyes. I gave a slight nod. Then, he kissed me.

We kissed and suddenly I understood what the authors of the romance books I used to read were writing about. He was like a drug. With each touch I needed more. With each kiss I craved just one more moment of the taste of his lips. My hands traveled to his hair as we continued to kiss. His hands wandered my back, traveling beneath the fabric of my t-shirt. I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to stay like this for eternity. On the other hand, I wanted more. I wanted to connect us even more. I wanted him to fuck me.

I pulled back just long enough for my shirt to be discarded. Then I immediately reconnected our lips. I kissed him hungrily, as if those few seconds apart had left me famished. His hands slipped between us, holding my breasts. A small shudder went down my spine as his thumbs brushed my nipples. His hands continuously moved, as if they weren’t sure what to do with all the newly exposed skin. He squeezed my breasts before letting his hands travel down my stomach, gripping my waist harshly as we continued to kiss.

I could feel a growing wetness between my legs. The feeling of something hard being pushed against my inner thigh informed me Peter was just as turned on. He disconnected our lips, tasting my chin and then neck and then collar bone until he reached my tits. I attempted to catch my breath as his tongue flicked across my nipple. I let out a soft gasp as my back arched in pleasure. He started to suck on my tits, making sure to show great care and attention to both of them. His grip on my waist tightened and I was sure there would be a slight bruise in the morning. I couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment as that slight pain was the only thing keeping me grounded as pure pleasure pulsed throughout my body as Peter continued to kiss and suck and bite on the sensitive areas.

He stopped abruptly, standing upright and looking me directly in the eye. His erection that had been increasing in size and hardness was now protruding from his pants and pressing into the soft skin of my thigh. “When I was younger, I had always felt an attraction to you, (y/n),” he said. His voice was lower than usual and he seemed to be slightly out of breath as he spoke. “I never knew whether it was a friendly attraction or something stronger than that. But the moment I saw you for the first time in five years, I knew the feelings I felt for you...it wasn’t something most people feel. It was something so strong it took everything in me to not fall to my knees in defeat. In a happy defeat where I surrendered my heart to you.” I felt as if my heart was going to burst from my chest as I listened. “My body burns with desire for you (y/n). Please. Let me show you how you make me feel. Let me love you.”

I licked my lips, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth felt. I took a deep breath, hoping some of the fresh night air would clear my lust-clouded mind for a moment. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes a million times.” I could feel a large grin growing on my face and Peter was wearing a matching one. He grabbed my face in his hands before bringing us together for a kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen as his hands left my face and traveled down my bare top before playing with the band of my shorts. I inched towards the edge of the counter before sliding off, our lips parting for a moment as my feet hit the ground before immediately reuniting.

He roughly pulled down my shorts and panties in one motion, letting the clothes hit the ground. I followed suit, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers. We parted for a moment, the moonlight shining through the window that sat over the sink allowing enough light so that I could see the true length of him. I had only a few moments to admire him, the thickness of his cock was sure to stretch me out deliciously, before he turned me around. I bent over the counter, the cool stone pressing against my naked skin. His hands gripped my hips to hold me in place before he pushed into me.

I let out a loud moan, causing him to put a hand over my mouth. He stayed in place, leaning over so that his mouth was next to my ear. “We have to be quiet. Unless you want both our families to see what we’re doing.” I nodded in understandance as he stood up straight again. He started by moving slowly. He pulled out halfway before pushing in all the way to the base. I felt my pussy flutter around him. He continued this slow rhythm for a while, testing out the water while stretching me out to fit him completely.

Once I felt myself start to adjust he started to go faster. I could feel the edge of the counter dig into my stomach each time my body was thrusted forward. My breasts moved in rhythm with Peter, my weight being supported by my forearms which were propped on top of the counter. His fingers dug into my hips as he fucked me. The kitchen was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and our muffled moans as we did our best to stay quiet. The smell of sweat and sex hovered in the room. The moon acted as a spotlight for our indecent act. My vision was obstructed by my hair which was now a mess, strands of it sitting in front of my face.

“Peter, please,” I moaned quietly. I could feel myself getting closer, my legs now weaker than before as my arms were the only thing holding me up. Peter sensed this, using his hands that were on my hips to lift me up. I felt my mouth open, but no noise came out as my mind became overtaken with pleasure. I could hear Peter let out a groan as I felt myself collapse around him. I let my head fall forward as I attempted to recover from my orgasm. The pleasure started to become more bearable as Peter continued to fuck me. His thrusts were becoming more desperate. Just as I started to think he couldn’t be any rougher, he pulled out.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. The way he spoke brought butterflies to my stomach. He spoke much more forcefully than before, his voice laced with lust as he was too concerned with his own release to speak gently to me. I obeyed, opening my mouth for him unprompted. I started moving my head for him, wanting to make him feel just as good as he made me feel. His head fell back as his hip thrusted forward. I fought back the reflex to gag as his cock buried itself deep within my throat. His hand pushed on the back of my head, keeping me in place as I felt the beginning spurt of a warm and bitter liquid shooting down my throat. I swallowed all of it greedily, wanting to have as much of Peter as I could.

As the last drop of his cum slid down my throat, he slowly pulled away. I wiped away the small dribble of drool that had fallen down my chin. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, a smile on his face. His hand ran down the side of my head before caressing my face. I slowly got up, my legs still slightly weak. “Wow,” I said, slightly out of breath. Peter let out a soft chuckle before pulling me in for a kiss. We quietly got dressed. Peter grabbed my hand, leading me to his room. Our clothes didn’t stay on for too long as they quickly found their way to his bedroom floor. The night was filled with whispers of confessions of love, hands in hair, and lips pressed on naked skin. The next morning I would wake up, afraid that it had all been a dream before I turned to see Peter’s face on the pillow next to me. Then, a smile matching Peter’s sleepy one would form on my face.