#if I don’t get to lean against my kitchen counter and totally check out for 3 to 5 mins each morning

[shrimpscrawling]

LITerally nothing better than just sitting very still with a cup of coffee. That’s relaxation babeyyy

[princessbrunette]

babydaddy!jj would be so soft l!! I think even if you guys weren’t officially together, he’d insist on you too living together. yanno… to save money and support each other and totally not so he can you underneath him anytime you need to unwind

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oooofff jj eventually moving you in together, ‘for the babies sake’. but its because he’s obviously head over heels for you still (as are you, but you’re still being stubborn) and he just wants to prove himself. he can’t believe he got you to agree to it, but when you do — he does everything he can to make your life easier.

thinking specifically about him picking up double shifts at his linecook job to make you a little extra money, coming home at night when the babies in bed asleep and you’re in the kitchen cleaning up in your little night gown :( he’s all greasy in that white tshirt and backwards cap, looking too good for your liking as he leans against the kitchen island making conversation with you.

“she been alright with the whole teething thing?” he watches you as you continue to wipe down the surfaces, doing everything in your power to not look at him.

“mhm. a little bit of fussing today but i think it’s settling down.” you answer and he nods, fixing his hat as he rounds the counter slowly.

“and uh, what about you? you all good? any stress you wanna tell me about?” he looms over you and you freeze up a little for a second before continuing to wipe the same spot over and over.

“uh… i’m good.” it comes out in a whisper and he smirks.

“thats bull.” he nearly laughs and you turn to look up at him, all guilty and doe eyed. “look, this is why i moved in with you, right? i’mma take all that stress away, mama. just let me.” his eyes dart between yours and you stare unsurely.

“…really?”

“mmmhm.” he hums, low in his throat. “you forget that i know you. inside out. you tellin’ me you’d say no to some head right now? ‘cus… i’on know ‘bout you but i missed having my head b’tween this pretty mamas thighs.”

you let out a shaky breath, one you didn’t know you was holding.

“jay.” you warn in a whine and he places his hands on your hips, massaging the skin you didn’t even know felt sore and tired until he did.

“c’mon. how ‘bout i get you creamin’ on these fingers, i make you a little snack, and then you get some good sleep. m’not workin’ tomorrow so… i got the mornin’ shift at home. you can sleep in.” his eyes dart between yours and you feel your knees nearly buckle if it wasn’t for him holding you. your eyes fill with tears and you nod, unable to even speak at the sheer amount of relief you felt.

“yeah? aw don’t cry. told you m’here to help you. not a liar, not last time i checked anyway.” he chuckles, leading you to the bedroom.

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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: i hate this title but i LOVE this fic! i had so much fun writing it, obviously inspired by the tik tok trend lol. also when i started this fic last week, the cookies were different but then this week actually did include banana cream pie so i had to change them 😂 and then had to do a little rewrite obviously. but yeah, go check out the isles q&a on their favorite desserts bc they’re all adorable

tw: tooth rotting fluff, extremely minor insinuation of a daddy kink

word count: 2.3k

summary: you take advantage of mat’s sweet tooth to trick him into doing a tik tok video with you

“Hey,” you call out for Mat from your perch on the couch, one foot wedged in between the couch cushions and your phone resting on your thigh. You can hear him rummaging around in the fridge and the noise stops temporarily.

“Hey,” he calls back, “what’s going on?” The rummaging noises start up again and you grin to yourself. If he’s hungry, your little plan will work perfectly.

You crunch up into a sitting position and drape your arms over the back of the couch, watching Mat as he moves things around in the fridge, looking for something to eat. “Do you want to go to Chip City with me?” You ask. “I want to make like one of those TikToks, you know where they rate the cookies of the week?”

Mat’s nodding and closing the fridge before you even finish speaking. “Oh, hell fucking yes,” he grins, skirting around the kitchen island and stopping behind the couch. You reach out and tug at the belt loops on his jeans, laughing. “You know I’m always down for cookies.”

“I know,” you tease, unfolding from the couch and getting to your feet. “That’s why I suggested it. I can always count on you to validate my sugar cravings.”

He smiles his crooked little smile and readjusts his hat, the new Stay GOALd collaboration with Ralph Macchio, raking his hand through his hair before settling the hat on backwards. Your stomach flips a little at how good he looks. “Babe, we need to stop talking and start driving,” he says, totally seriously.

“Chill, Cookie Monster,” you follow him to the front door, stepping into your ratty Forces. The leather is more grey than white now and creased beyond belief, but they’re comfortable and you can slide them on and off without having to do the laces. “I doubt they’re going to run out of cookies in the ten minutes it takes to get there.”

“Never know,” Mat shrugs, tossing your car keys at you. You barely catch them, fumbling a little before your fingers hook on the beaded keychain. “Your car’s behind mine, you drive?”

You wrinkle your nose, when Mat’s home you’d rather be the passenger princess, but you also hate it when he readjusts your seat to fit his longer legs. “Fine,” you mumble, locking the door behind him, “but that’s the last bit of driving I’m doing all weekend.”

He swoops in to press a kiss to your forehead, “your wish is my command, Princess Squeaks.”

With a delighted smile, you hop into the driver’s seat of your car, turning it on while Mat buckles up in the passenger seat. He leans back in the seat, the brim of his backwards cap hitting against the headrest and popping the front of the hat off his head. “Damn,” he mutters, quickly fixing it and sitting forward. “So, wait, if you make one of those videos, what are the chances we get a Chip City influencer deal? Are we looking at free cookies for life?”

“Um, no,” you wince when you take a turn a little too quickly, clipping the curb. Hoping Mat will ignore that, you continue quickly, “I don’t think free cookies for life is a thing? Maybe some like coupons or extra point perks? Honestly, it’ll probably be nothing other than a comment and a like.”

“For life will be a really short period if you keep driving like a blind lunatic,” Mat teases you, laughing loudly when you lift your hand from the steering wheel to flip him off.

“You’re the one who told me to drive,” you counter.

Mat snags your hand out of the air and laces his fingers with yours, settling the back of his hand on the center console. “That’s only because I forgot what an insane driver you are,” he laughs, dramatically letting his body bounce forward and back in the seat when you come to a sharp stop at a red light.

You roll your eyes and make a point of driving exactly the speed limit and taking turns super carefully until you pull into the parking lot. When he hops out of the car, Mat wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close to his side. You snuggle up, wrapping your arm around his waist, car keys jangling in your hand as you walk. “Babe, you can drive like Vin Diesel all you want when I’m not in the car,” he says as you walk up the sidewalk to Chip City. “Lou might consider it a breach of my contract if you drive like that when I’m in the passenger seat.”

“Breach of contract!?” You yelp, pinching his side while he lets loose one of his contagiously loud laughs. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

“But you love me,” Mat states matter-of-factly, breaking contact with you to pull open the door and hold it for you. You hum happily, immediately hit with the delicious scent of baked cookies. Behind you, Mat lets out a quiet groan and you laugh at his dramatics. “Jesus, it always smells so good in here,” he falls into line behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“If I worked here, I’d be three hundred pounds from sampling cookies every day,” you comment, turning to the mirror on the wall and lining up your face with the milk moustache decal for a selfie. You nudge Mat into place next to you and he crinkles his whole face up into a cheesy grin just for you. You snap the picture and shuffle forward as the person at the register leaves, moving the line up. Mat shuffles behind you, stepping on the heels of your sneakers and mumbling apologies.

While you wait, you look at the merch on the walls, joking with Mat that you’re going to get him the cookie shaped backpack for him to put his stuff in on game days. Before he can retort, you’re at the case and the worker is asking you how many cookies you want.

“Um, let’s do six?” You say, voice ticking up in a question for Mat. He nods, barely listening to you as he squints at the cookies. They’ll be gone in two days.

“Definitely need the cookies and cream,s’mores and oh, fuck yes, banana cream pie,” he points at each cookie as he names the flavor. “Babe?”

“I’ll do the specialty ones,” you say, “dark chocolate peanut butter, white chocolate macadamia, and brookie, please.”

“I love bananan cream pie cookie week,” Mat comments dreamily, looking like Pepe Le Pew when the cartoon skunk’s eyes turn into hearts when he spots the female skunk. He grins at you when you stick your finger in your mouth, fake gagging.

“Ugh, disgusting,” you shake your head. “Your love for banana cream pie is your biggest red flag.”

The woman behind the counter boxes everything up and you tap in your phone number to get rewards points before stepping to the side so Mat can pay. He smirks at you, tapping his card against the reader, and quietly, so no one else can hear, murmurs, “say ‘thank you, daddy.’”

A laugh startles out of your chest and you shake your head, cheeks flushing hot. “No, nope. I’m not saying that, Mathew.” Your fingers tremble a little around the box of cookies.

Mat’s hand is huge and warm on your lower back as he guides you out of the store, the sudden cool air a relief to your cheeks. He chuckles and flexes his fingers against your back. “Worth a shot,” he teases. “One day I’m gonna get you to say it.”

“It won’t be of my own accord,” you wrinkle your nose at him, stomach flipping a little bit. You refuse to analyze the excitement building low in your stomach and instead march determinedly back to your car. You had a plan for today and it didn’t involve Mat being called ‘daddy’ in a public place. Or any place. Or ever.

“We’ll see,” Mat jokes, pulling open the door for you to hop in and then going around the front of the car to get in on the passenger side. You drop the cookie box on his lap and he immediately picks at the tape holding it shut with his thumbnail, ready to snag a bite.

“Wait for me to get set up!” You chastise him, flicking his fingers away from the box with one hand and pulling up TikTok with the other.

Mat keeps picking at the tape, “no one’s gonna notice, I’ll just break it in half.” He finally manages to get the tape off and pops the lid open, dramatically inhaling the scent of the cookies. “Oh, fuck yes. Babe, what a good idea.”

You grin at him and make sure your phone is set in the holder attached to your windshield so both you and Mat are in the shot. “I literally only have good ideas,” you pull the box of cookies back into your lap, ignoring Mat’s protests. “Ready?”

He nods and you reach forward to start the recording. “Hi guys!” You chirp into the camera. “Happy Saturday, Mat has a rare day off so I decided to rope him into my fun. Say hi, Mat.”

Mat looks up from his phone and parrots, “hi, Mat,” with a shit eating grin on his face.

“He’s the worst,” you roll your eyes affectionately and hold up the cookie box so it’s in frame. “Anyway, I wanted to do something different than the usual Crumbl cookie sampling, and since Chip City is in our town, I figured this was the best thing. I invited Mat, because, well, I’m not sure if you know this but my husband has the biggest sweet tooth.”

You fight to keep your face in a neutral expression, but can’t help the corner of your mouth ticking up when you see Mat’s eyebrows lift nearly into his hairline on screen. His own mouth tips down in a slight, curious frown, but he doesn’t say anything.

So you continue, “it’s not anything like my mother-in-law’s peach cobbler, but Mat will kill a chocolate chip cookie in record time.” You shift in your seat, turning to face him, and keep your gaze locked on a point in the middle of his forehead, because if you look him in the eye, you’ll crack up. “Which do you want to try first, babe? Wait, let me guess, banana cream pie?”

There’s amusement in his tone when he holds out his hand and says, “oh for sure. Hand it over!”

He squints at you and you avoid his gaze when you pass over the cookie. Pretending to think, you look down at the box, “I’m going to try the dark chocolate peanut butter first, I think. Unlike my husband,” you smile at the camera, holding up the cookie while you break it in half to show the melted peanut butter swirls on the inside, “I like my desserts a little less sweet. Lemon bars, carrot cake, cheesecake, that kind of thing. Last week was lemon berry, which is a top three cookie for me.”

You can see Mat jolt in surprise again on screen, his head swinging to look at you. His eyes are wide and his lips are fighting a laugh.

“Yeah,” Mat smirks at the camera, breaking his own cookie in half and taking a huge bite. He chews and swallows before continuing, “the wifey is pretty picky on her desserts.”

Mat’s words sink in and you do a double take, jaw falling open a little. Mat’s grin turns shit eating and he takes another huge bite of his cookie while you blink stupidly at him. “What-?” You frown, ignoring the way your heart is pounding and your stomach is clenching with the echo of Mat saying ‘wifey’ in your ear.

He licks a spot of whipped cream off the side of his thumb and your core throbs.

“Uno reverse, Squeaks,” Mat laughs. “Do you think you’re the only one with Tik Tok?”

“Oooh,” you scrunch your face up at him, “you knew what I was up to?” He nods and your hand shoots out to push at his shoulder.

“Hey!” He yelps, chuckling. “I figured it out when you referred to Mom as your mother-in-law.”

You put your cookie back in the box and tap the record button on your phone, ending the video. “I honestly thought you’d have a better reaction,” you laugh a little, pulling your left foot up onto the seat and turning completely so you’re facing Mat. You shift the box too, so it’s on top of the center console.

Mat talks as he swaps out his banana cream pie for a piece of the s’mores, a string of marshmallow connecting the broken piece from the rest in the box, “why? Not a secret that I’m gonna wife you up in the future. I like hearing you call me your husband.”

He says it so casually, so easily, that it shocks you a little. When you first met Mat, you had thought dating him would be a fun time, but you’d never imagined that you’d be here - with him talking about marriage as if it’s a foregone conclusion.

“Well,” you murmur, feeling warm and content, “for the record, I liked hearing you call me wifey. So I guess we’re even.”

Mat looks up at you, hazel eyes lit up and glowing where the sun hits his face. He looks even more edible than the cookies. “You called me husband twice, don’t think we’re even just yet…” he drags out the pause with a sly smile on his face and you think he may use the w-word again, but he just lets the silence linger, the possibility hanging in the air.

[quokkie]

i NEEED hamzah x reader to get into a heated argument and then end up having STEAMY makeup sex ...

makeup, makeout?

cw: smut, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, small argument

not proofread

hi lovelies! i’m back! erm sorry ab this one it’s kinda bad and rushed😔

mdni!

htf

its friday night and you and hamzah had been looking forward to a quiet evening at home. but, as fate would have it, your guy friend, invited you out for a drink. you knew Hamzah wasn't particularly fond of said guy friend. in hamzahs eyes, he was a bit too flirty with you, but you assured your boyfriend that it was totally platonic and that you'd only be out for an hour or so. hamzah agrees reluctantly while expecting you to actually be home in an hour.

you freshen up before meeting your friend at a bar. a couple of drinks turn into a more, and before you know it, you're laughing and joking with him and you completely lose track of time. your buzzed brain suddenly remembers hamzah when you check your phone and see several missed calls and texts from him.

oops!

you quickly reply, assuring him you're on your way home. As you walk through the door, you're greeted by a very unhappy-looking hamzah. "where the hell have you been?" he demands. "I told you I'd only be an hour or so," you reply, a little defensively. "it’s been three hours!" he exclaims. "I was worried sick. And with that friend, of all people..." his voice trails off, but the anger in his eyes is clear. "he’s just a friend," you insist. "I told you, nothing is going on between us."

hamzahs eyes softens a little, seeing the sincerity in your eyes. but his frustration is still evident. he takes a step towards you, his tall frame towering over your figure. "i know, baby, i’m sorry. it’s just that... I can't help but feel a little jealous. he has eyes for you, and it drives me crazy." he pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly against his body. "i’m sorry I worried you," you murmur, snuggling into his chest. "i love you, and only you."

hamzah chuckles softly "i know, baby. It's just that i can't stand the thought of anyone else having you. you’re mine" His hands begin to roam over your body, pulling you tightly against his growing erection. you moan softly, grinding yourself against him.

"oh, you like that, don’t you?" he murmurs, his eyes darkening with desire. "you like knowing that i wanna mark you as mine?" without waiting for an answer, his lips crash down on yours, kissing you deeply and passionately.

his hands slide up your thighs, lifting your skirt as he goes. his touch sends shivers through your body, and you moan into his mouth, wanting more. hamzahs fingers find your clit, he groans at how wet you already are for him. "such a good girl," he teases, circling your clit with his finger. "getting all turned on when I get jealous."

"it’s not my fault," you pant, rocking your hips against his hand. hamzah chuckles, a deep sexy sound that sends a thrill through your core. he picks you up, sitting you on the edge of the kitchen counter. he pushes your thighs apart, feasting his eyes on your glistening pussy. leaning forward, he laps at your swollen folds with his tongue, sucking your clit into his mouth and teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

you cry out, your hands tangling in his curly hair, holding him to you as his beard tickles your sensitive flesh. "oh God, hamzah...right there," you moan, bucking your hips as he sucks and licks at your dripping core. he looks up at you, his brown eyes smoldering with desire, and sticks two fingers into his mouth, getting them nice and wet before pushing them deep inside you. Your walls clench around his digits as he curls them upward.

"fuck...hamzah..." you cry, your body trembling on the edge of release. "that’s it, baby, cum for me," he urges, his tongue working your clit while his fingers pump in and out. it’s too much stimulation, crying out his name. he laps at your juices, growling with satisfaction as he devours your essence. but he's not done with you yet.

standing in front of you, he quickly undoes his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His hard cock springs free, and you can't resist reaching out to stroke its length. "God, i need to feel you inside me now," you whisper, stroking his length.

he groans, taking his dick from your hand and guiding it to your entrance. with one smooth thrust, he sinks balls-deep into your sopping wet core. you both groan at the sensations, feeling yourself stretch to accommodate his girth. holding still for a moment, he lets you adjust to his size before beginning to move.

Slowly, he draws out, feeling your tight walls massage his sensitive length, before slamming back into you, hitting that sweet spot deep within. "Oh fuck!" you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to move in earnest, setting a fast, hard pace. The sound of his hips slamming into your ass fills the room, mingling with your cries of pleasure.

hamzah bends his head down to suck on your sensitive nipples, swirling his tongue around the hardened peaks as his cock pistons in and out of your tight sheath. "you feel so damn good, baby," he grunts, his breath hot against your ear. "made just for me."

"yes...right there..." you moan, meeting his thrusts with your own, riding him like a wild thing. your orgasm builds again, that delicious coiling sensation deep in your belly. he reaches between your bodies, rubbing your clit in circles as he slams into you. "cum with me, baby," he growls, feeling his own release building.

your body tenses before you explode around him, your walls clenching and pulsing like a vise around his hard cock. "that’s it, take my cum, baby," he groans, his balls tightening as he empties himself deep inside you. his thrusts slow, his body collapsing onto yours as he savors the aftershocks of your shared pleasure.

kissing your forehead, he whispers, "i’m sorry I got jealous, baby. but, making up like this is so much fun." you giggle, snuggling into his strong embrace. "anytime you want to make up like that, i’m down."

[chukys-mouthguard]

why not both

5.4K words

genre: smut

warnings: minors DNI, 18+ content; threesome, dirty talk

featuring: jamie drysdale x female reader x cam york

summary: when two men are fighting over who gets to sleep with you, why not choose both?

note: the reader and Cam often call Jamie “jim” or “jimmy” in this as a nickname. Also, this is my first ever attempt at writing a threesome, these 2 men just really needed to be written together in my opinion 🥵 I’m not super proud of this but hopefully y’all like it 🫶🏼

Giving yourself a once over pulling at the hem of your skirt, you questioned if it was too short. Knowing the boys you were hanging around they’d surely love if it was, so you opted to ask Jamie, the least likely to undress you with his eyes and give you his honest opinion.

“Jamieee!”

Soon enough the jet black haired boy appeared in the doorway of your bathroom, his outfit making you chuckle.

“I swear to god you and Cam really said what’s the most generic outfit to wear for a country music festival…anyways, thoughts?”

Hands on your hips you did a spin, giving him the opportunity to take in your outfit. A black mini skirt and black cowboy boots, paired with a white tank top that read j’adore cowboys and a black cowboy hat to top it off. Jamie’s jaw slightly parted as he looked you up and down.

“I feel like I reallyyy dropped the ball now seeing you.”

He flashed you a shy smile as you took his words as a sign that you looked good. Tipping your cowboy hat to him as you walked past, stealing his High Noon in the process as you tossed back the remnants that were in the can.

“Thanks Jimmy!”

The sounds of Morgan Wallen blasting from the kitchen of the airbnb as you walked in to find Cam pouring shots for you all.

“Where the hell is everyone?”

Noticing the house was empty you checked the time, assuming you were running late as you usually did. However today you managed to be almost 30 minutes early, a new record for you.

“They are on their way and-holy shit, someone is trying to get all the cowboys hot and bothered today huh?”

Cam flashed you a cocky smirk as he handed you a shot, leaning against the counter while he took in your outfit. Playing with the silver sparkly chain that laid over the skin of your exposed stomach.

“Don’t you know that necklaces are meant for your neck?”

Cam leaning in towards you, grinning from ear to ear before you’d mirrored him, your faces inches from one another.

“Don’t you know that I don’t give a fuck?”

Raising your eyebrows you tossed back your shot, giving him a wink before Jamie joined the two of you asking for his own.

The dynamic between the two boys was one you’d never fully understood, but it made sense. Cam was outspoken, a cocky fuck to put it plainly, who would tell you exactly what he wanted to say, whether it was something you wanted to hear or not. The energy between the two of you was always one of trying to one up each other, your competitive sides always on display. But Jamie, he was the total opposite. Soft spoken, mindful of anything and everything that came out of his mouth. He was the one you went to for advice, the late night talks where you’re up until 3am eventually forgetting the point of the conversation.

Though bringing the two of them together always guaranteed a good time. Hot guys, alcohol, and a music festival, a girl was living the dream.

Once the rest of your group had arrived, it was time to head out. The girls of course needing to take tons of pictures before leaving, making the boys roll their eyes but giving them the opportunity to toss back a few more shots.

“Why’d she call you to her room earlier Jim?”

Cam shot Jamie a playful smirk as the boys trailed behind the girls on the long path to the entrance gates, to which he shook his head with a laugh.

“No way dude, don’t even go there. She asked me what I thought of her outfit.”

Rolling his eyes Cam threw an arm over Jamie’s shoulder. His voice now just above a whisper as he didn’t want the group to overhear.

“You’re telling me that outfit she has on isn’t driving you crazy? Cause shit, she is driving me crazy right now in that mini skirt.”

“Keep it in your pants dude!”

Jamie shoved Cam from his side with a laugh, trying to ignore his friend's comments. Cam just putting his hands up with a shrug. “Listen Jim, if you won’t finally make a move, I just might.”

Jamie had hid his feelings for you since the day you’d met. He had never seen a girl so beautiful, but he wasn’t the type to be forward and blunt about how he felt. Unlike Cam who made it known that he thought you were hot and would do anything for a chance with you. Jamie had told Cam in confidence one night how he felt, at the time not knowing that Cam felt the same way. And since then it had been their secret, one that almost brought out the competitiveness between them whenever the three of you got together.

-

Several hours into the festival, having been spent in the direct sunlight, it was safe to say you were in need of water and food. Thanking yourself for picking an outfit that didn’t have much fabric so you were somewhat cooler than those who had multiple layers. The boys benefited from the fact that they could simply take their shirts off, while you could only put your hair up in hopes of it cooling you down.

“If I don’t get french fries in my mouth in the next five minutes, I might actually die.”

You groaned as you sat on the grass, fanning yourself with you hat as your friend group followed suit. All of you trying to rest before you headed off to the next artist’s stage.

“Someone ask for some french fries?”

Jamie smiled as he sat down next to you, handing you a basket of fries, seeing the look on your face as you practically scarfed them down in seconds.

“I could kiss you right now Jamie oh my god!”

The phrase making his eyes go wide, despite knowing that there was likely no intention behind it. Though he couldn’t help but think back to Cam’s words from earlier. Hoping that maybe today, in a moment of drunken false confidence, he’d work up the courage to finally make a move.

“Oh my god!”

Jamie was shook from his thoughts as he looked at you, concerned that something was wrong.

“What!?”

“You even remembered I love ranch with my fries? God I love you Jamie!”

He softly smiled as he was happy to know he’d made your day remembering such a minor detail about you. The two of you sitting in silence as you refueled yourselves before heading off to the next spot.

“I really do like your outfit today by the way. Sorry I got a little tongue tied when you asked me this morning.”

You watched Jamie slightly blush as he spoke, his eyes not connecting with yours as he seemed almost nervous about his words. A smile on your face as you continue munching on your fries.

“Tongue tied? Because of?”

“How hot you looked, obviously.”

The words catching you off guard coming from Jamie, sure he’d complimented you before but never so bluntly. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe the heat was getting to him. But it was a side of him you liked. Having spent so much time with Cam you thought for sure he would’ve gained some of Cam’s confidence, his boldness. But he’d remained the kind and gentlemanly man he’d been since the day you met, which you appreciated in contrast to Cam. Though sometimes you wanted to see that cockier side of Jamie, and see him be more outspoken. Not let Cam run the show or call the shots so much.

“You think I look hot?”

“Oh absolutely, you alwa-“

“Don’t mind if it do!”

Cam interrupted Jamie’s words as he pushed between the two of you, stealing a few fries from your basket before he tipped his hat to you and blew you a kiss.

“Thank you little lady.”

You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head before you looked back at Jamie who was awkwardly laughing off the situation. Almost thankful Cam interrupted so he didn’t end up saying what he planned.

You tucked some hair behind your ear as he offered to help you stand up, taking your empty fry basket and tossing it in the trash as your group was ready to start walking again.

“Jamie, you were saying something? Before we were rudely interrupted!”

Making the gesture as if you were going to kick Cam in the butt as you empathized your words, causing Jamie to laugh.

“Just that, you always look hot to me.”

He flashed you a wink before one of the guys had called him away for something, lucky for you as a blush was quickly creeping over your cheeks. Hopefully disguised as you just being flush from the heat so no one would think much of it.

As your group made your way to the final stage of the night, you all had grown eager for the final performer. It was the main reason you’d come to the festival, and you all were ready to sing until your voices gave out.

Onlookers probably thought your group was annoying, the way you all belted out the lyrics, dancing around with one another. But none of you cared, enjoying every second of the night you all had been looking forward to all summer.

As you danced around, you noticed Jamie standing and talking with Trevor, drinks in hand like two awkward freshman at their first college party. Making your way over to them, you grabbed Jamie’s hand, attempting to bring him out of his shell a bit.

“Jamie don’t make me dance alone, come onnn!”

He smiled down at you as you took his hands in yours, laughing as you belted out the words along with the crowd. But despite being as drunk as he was, he wasn’t giving you much to work with. Simply rocking back and forth as he watched you. A smile on his face as he’d wondered if this was his chance, to make his move like Cam had teased him about.

But as the song came to an end, you’d let go of his hands and clapped along with the crowd. Looking on in anticipation as you all tried to predict the next song, Jamie immediately missing the feel of your hands in his as he rejoined Trevor at the back of the group.

The second the slower strums of the guitar started, you threw your hands to your hat in shock, searching the area for Cam as you knew his reaction would be similar. This song had been your favorite from the album, and you’d each had it on repeat for weeks leading up to tonight.

He’d found you from across the group, the two of you immediately belting out the words as he wrapped his arms around you, swaying you to the music before he’d switched to slow dancing.

Jamie watched as you threw your head back laughing, the way Cam’s hands were resting at your waist, beating himself up for being too concerned about what people thought to dance with you how you’d wanted. He couldn’t blame Cam for the way he acted around you, Cam wasn’t afraid to show you how he felt towards you. And you seemed to appreciate the boldness of him. And while Jamie felt he expressed his feelings in other ways, he was starting to think that it wasn’t good enough.

-

After several hours in the sun and far too much alcohol, you all were ready to head home. The house was only a short walk once outside the fairgrounds, but your feet were killing you in your boots and you were sure they would be covered in blisters. Every step hurt worse than the last, and you were ready to take your boots off and leave them behind.

“Ouch, fuck.”

Jamie noticed you wincing as you walked, and in true Jamie fashion he’d thought up an idea. Stopping you in your tracks, he’d positioned himself in front of you, slightly bending down before instructing you to jump.

Normally you’d question him whether or not he was sober enough to carry you, but with the alcohol flowing through your system and the pain in your feet, you gladly accepted. Wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms around your thighs, the two of you were the closest you’d ever been. Your cheek practically touching his as he carried you with ease down the trail.

His eyes occasionally catching yours before you’d look away embarrassed. Luckily the amount of alcohol in your system and a slight sunburn was hiding any blush that had appeared on your cheeks.

“You good?”

Jamie smirked at you as his eyes traveled from yours to your lips, then back. Something in them was different, and you felt almost nervous to be so close to him. Taking the time to appreciate how good he smelled, the way his face lit up when he looked at you. Sure you’d always thought Jamie was attractive, but you’d never thought about him in that way. But feeling his biceps flex as he carried you with ease, his hands gripping your thighs just beneath your ass, you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol getting you warm or something else.

“Giddy up cowboy!”

The sting of Cam slapping your ass quickly pulled you out of the moment with Jamie as you playfully yelped. A hand leaving Jamie’s neck to grab at your ass, rubbing the sore spot before you cursed Cam.

“Don’t have it on display if you don’t want me touching it, little lady.”

He playfully tipped his hat at you, flashing a wink before he ran to catch up with some of the guys.

“He’s such a perv.”

You laughed as your arm returned to wrap around Jamie’s neck. Noticing how Jamie’s expression had turned a bit annoyed, not used to seeing him that way.

“Jamie, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head, trying to laugh it off and pretend like it was nothing. Embarrassed that he was even getting jealous over Cam’s interactions with you.

“Nothing, it’s, it’s nothing.”

You glared at him as he kept his eyes forward, knowing him all too well to believe that it was simply nothing. He could feel your eyes practically burning a hole in his cheek, finally letting out a sigh as he gave in.

“I mean, it’s not like it’s anything you don’t already know. It’s silly that I’m even bothered by Cam wanting to fuck you so bad.”

You practically choked on your own saliva hearing the words pour from Jamie’s mouth. Sure you knew that Cam flirted with you, hell he flirted with every girl that crossed his path. But either you don’t know him well enough, or you’re just oblivious to him wanting to sleep with you.

“Um, actually I didn’t know that…but why does that bother you?”

Jamie knew he could risk jeopardizing his friendship with you, but Cam was right. He needed to finally man up and make a move or he’d never have the chance.

“Because I obviously like you too. You can’t tell me you’ve never noticed it? I mean I don’t run around slapping your ass and drooling over you in front of your face. But, Cam and I feel the same way. We have for, well forever.”

“So you want to fuck me too?”

Jamie bit his tongue, unsure if he should open up a can of worms with his response. He knew the second he’d admitted how he felt, there was no turning back.

-

“You fucking told her?”

Cam’s voice was barely above a whisper as he scolded Jamie, shocked to know he’d finally grew a pair and told you how he felt. But not without dragging Cam into the mix along with him.

“Well, you told me to make a move, but then you were busy making a move and I got jealous and she noticed and it just slipped out!”

The two of them whisper bickering back and forth, trying not to make too much noise for you to overhear as you’d gone to take your hat and boots up to your room.

“It slipped out for you to tell our best friend that we both want to fuck her? Jimmy I swear to god I could kill you!”

Walking into the kitchen you couldn’t help but notice the two boys awkwardly stopping their conversation. Both of them smiling at you as if to cover up something.

“Um, hi?”

“Hey, how uh, are your feet feeling?”

Jamie tried his best to break up the awkwardness, Cam slightly laughing at his choice of a convention starter as he walked over to the island to crack open a drink.

“What is going on with you two?”

Leaning on the counter as you snacked on some chips, holding a hand out for Cam to pass you his drink so you could steal a sip. His eyes darting from Jamie to you as he handed it over, a smirk on his lips as he chuckled.

“Look, I know Jamie let the cat out of the bag. So, we just want to know, who would you pick?”

Leaning against the counter as he took his drink back from you, Cam couldn’t help but smile. Crossing his arms over his chest as he awaited your response. Jamie’s eyes wide as he had no part in the questioning, easily you knew this was Cam’s idea.

“I’m sorry?”

Playing dumb you countered the question as you walked over to Cam, jumping up to sit on the counter as he shook his head. He could see right through you, knowing that you knew exactly where he was going with this conversation. But you figured you’d have a little fun with the two of them, make things more interesting.

Cam looked to Jamie, seeing that he wasn’t going to be the one to push the conversation forward, per usual he’d have to be the one to take the lead.

“I said, which one of us would you pick to fuck you?”

Cam’s hands were now on either side of your thighs, his lips inches from yours as he studied your response, seeing how you’d slightly tensed up as he got closer. Your breath hitching in your throat at his forwardness.

“I have to pick?”

A playful tone in your voice as you raised an eyebrow at him, watching as he leaned back against the counter behind him to join Jamie. The two boys in front of you impatiently waiting for a response. Cam assuredly thinking the answer would be him simply on account of his boldness. While Jamie was hoping it was him to knock Cam off his high horse, wanting this competition between the two of them to finally be over with.

“Can I pick both?”

Both of their eyes going wide at your response as they were sure you were joking, earning a slight laugh from you. The idea certainly not one you’d had prior to this very moment, but who could blame you?

Cam had always struck you as the type of guy you’d normally go for. Outspoken, a little bit of an asshole, knows he’s hot and will be sure to remind you of it. But could back it up with his body and his ability to make you blush with every flirtatious comment that came off his lips.

Jamie on the other hand, was more reserved and lacked the surplus of confidence Cam possessed. He’d compliment you, but never too boldly. Always a gentleman and respectful, though you often wondered what he might be hiding should you ever get past his shy demeanor. Like Cam, his body was one you’d occasionally get caught staring at, the both of them strict about their gym routines and it showed.

Still in their cutoff flannels from the festival your eyes landed on their biceps, then traveling to their chests that were peeking out due to one too many buttons being undone. Which you definitely appreciated, having to squeeze your thighs together to help with the building pressure you’d started to feel as you thought about the idea of the two of them finally getting their hands on you after wanting the opportunity for so long.

Cam took notice of you pressing your thighs together, a smirk on his lips as he looked at Jamie, who was clearly hot and bothered himself over the idea as he awkwardly adjusted his stance as if to hide a growing problem in his shorts.

“Well, what do you say Jimmy, should we give the little lady what she wants?”

He waited for a moment, to get some type of response from Jamie, but he clearly was unsure of the idea. Like a deer in headlights as he watched Cam close the distance between the two of you. His lips immediately on yours, sloppy as he’d clearly been aching to have this moment. As predicted, Cam fought you for dominance. His tongue pushing past your lips as his hands gripped your face, a slight moan escaping you as you gripped his ginger curls.

Cam playfully bit your lip before his trailing kisses down to your neck. First sucking, then biting, and finally trailing his tongue over the red marks to soothe the skin.

“Fuck Cam”

He smirked against your skin hearing his name pour from your lips, urging him to continue. As your eyes slowly fluttered open, you found Jamie trying to ease the discomfort in his shorts. Embarrassed when he locked eyes with you, unsure of what to do. Sensing his hesitation to jump in, clearly by Cam taking charge of the situation, you reached a hand out to him. Pulling him towards you by his shirt as his hands softly rested on your thighs.

“Oh come on Jamie, you said you wanted to fuck me right?”

Your tone playful as you teased him, pulling him by the chin to your lips. Fingers tangled in his black locks as his hand moved to your waist, lightly digging into your skin as he finally seemed to relax.

“Atta boy Jimmy, don’t be shy. She wants it just as bad as you do.”

The kiss intensified as Jamie became more comfortable, a hand slowly pushing past your tank top to find your lace covered breasts. His hand immediately bypassing the fabric, earning a moan of approval from you as you broke the kiss, gazing up at both boys with lust filled eyes. The two of them unsure what to do next as they’d not planned for a moment like this.

“How about we go somewhere that gives us a little more space to work with?”

Biting your lip you nodded in agreement, Cam pulling you in for one last kiss before he led the way upstairs. Jamie offering to help you from the counter, to which you accepted. But not without trying to ease his nerves in the process.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him in for a kiss, his hands gripping at your waist as your legs circled his, inviting him to lift you off the counter.

Jamie carried you upstairs, the two of you stealing more kisses from one another before he laid you on the bed. Cam tossing his shirt to the side, then discarding his shorts before he’d begun trailing kisses up your thighs.

Jamie following suit before joining you on the bed, his lips finding yours again as his hands pulled your tank top over your head, eyes immediately getting ahead of his actions and undressing you further. Your hand dropping to his cock that was pressing against your side through his briefs. Jamie moaning into the kiss as you palmed him over the fabric.

Cam noticed your focus on Jamie, lightly biting at your inner thigh to gain your attention.

“Ow fuck, Cam!”

“Sorry, you were giving him all the attention. I want to know I’m making you feel good too baby.”

His hands hooked into the waistband of your skirt, pulling it down with your thong in one motion. Instinctually you closed your legs, nervous for the boys to see you so vulnerable, but Cam immediately gripped your thighs, pulling them apart as he positioned himself at your core.

“Come on baby, you can’t be shy now. You chose both remember?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt Cam’s tongue trace up your slit, your free hand falling to his hair as you gripped his curls. The other hand pushing past the waistband of Jamie’s briefs, stroking him slowly as his lips fell to your neck. Breath heavy as he moaned against your skin.

“Fuck.”

His moans were needy, telling you’d need more than just your hand.

“Take these off, let me give you more than just a hand.”

Lifting his hips, Jamie pulled down his briefs. His cock slapped against his stomach as your jaw had slightly dropped at the sight. His size definitely not what you’d expected but you weren’t complaining.

“Mmm, you gonna suck his cock while I eat your pussy baby?”

Without warning Cam slips a finger between your folds to accompany the work of his tongue. Your hips arching off the bed into his touch as Jamie pulled you towards the edge of the bed, tilting your jaw to face him as he stroked his cock. Eyes falling to yours for the go ahead before slowly thrusting into your mouth.

“Holy…fuck.”

His hands falling to your hair, guiding you down as far as you’d let him. Gagging as you deepthroated him, Jamie’s breathing harsh as his head fell back at the feeling.

“Mm, she being a good girl for you Jim?”

“So fucking good.”

Jamie’s eyes met yours as he watched you take all of him in your mouth, his grip tightening in your hair as he fought the urge to fuck your face. Wanting to go easy on you and not rush anything.

Cam dipped a second finger into you without warning, picking up his pace as your hips bucked against him. His free hand moving to hold your hips in place. Wanting to help you ride out your orgasm.

“Fuck, oh my god Cam I’m gonna cum.”

“Don’t stop fucking her face Jim, make her take it.”

Jamie grabbed your hair, finally giving in to his urges. Thrusting into you as his cock hit your throat, eyes watering as you felt your climax closing in. Cam’s tongue and fingers in unison as your clenched around them, hips lifting off the bed as you came. Your moans muffled as your mouth was preoccupied with Jamie’s cock.

“Mm, she tastes so fucking good Jim. Come try for yourself.”

Jamie pulled his cock from your lips, taking Cam’s place between your legs. His eyes flashing up to you for approval before you gripped his hair and urged him to taste you.

Cam positioning himself behind you as his hands gripped your breasts, kneading the skin before focusing on your nipples as he watched Jamie along with you.

Jamie’s tongue slowly traced your slit, stopping to pay attention to your clit, the sensation causing you to buck against his face as you were still coming down from your high. Cam’s lips falling to your neck, kissing and biting at the skin before he brought your lips to his.

Hearing you moan into his mouth let him know Jamie was doing a good job. He watched as your hands gripped his hair tight, grinding your hips to match the rhythm of his tongue and fingers.

“You want him to fuck you now? I think you can handle it baby.”

Biting your lip you nodded your head, fingers releasing their grip in Jamie’s hair, though he continued. Enjoying the taste of you as he’d felt you tighten your grip on his fingers, letting him know you were close.

“Tell him what you want, use your words.”

“Please Jamie, fuck me. I need you.”

The words pouring from your lips like magic to his ears, his cock twitching at the sound of you begging for him. Pulling his fingers from you, immediately earning a whine as you already missed the contact. Cam’s fingers soon taking over as Jamie lined himself with your entrance.

He stroked himself a few times before thrusting into you, the feeling of Jamie’s cock stretching you while Cam’s fingers circled your clit had you seeing black.

“How does she feel Jim?”

“So fucking tight, fuck!”

Jamie’s hands gripped your hips as he couldn’t bother going slow, his thrusts hard and quick as he’d already been close since you’d had him in your mouth.

“Does he feel good baby? Stretching you out while I rub your clit?”

Cam’s cocky smirk was working overtime. You always assumed he was a freak, but you swore he was made for sex. The way dirty talk rolled off his lips and had you dripping wet at the sound, you were wondering how you’d gone so long without this.

“Mhm, feels so fucking good. I, I’m so close. Please don’t fucking stop.”

But instead he pulled himself from you, a gasp catching in your throat as you’d had your climax halted from the immediate loss.

You looked at Jamie as he climbed onto the bed, laying down next to you as he stroked himself.

“It’s only fair Cam gets a chance to feel how tight you are too baby.”

The sound of Jamie calling you baby had you melting, rolling over onto your knees as Cam gladly took advantage of the opportunity to fuck you from behind. His grip tight on your hip as he teased your slit with his cock, loving how wet you were.

“Ready baby?”

Ready as you’d ever be.

You’d taken Jamie’s cock back into your mouth as his hands tangled into your hair, forcing you down his length as Cam finally thrusts into you. Your moans muffled as you deepthroated Jamie, Cam’s fingers leaving bruises on your skin as he held you while his thrusts showed no signs of ceasing.

“Fuck, pussy is so tight baby. Jimmy didn’t stretch you out too much huh?”

“Fuck you Cam!”

You watched as Jamie spat back at Cam before his eyes reconnected with yours as your hand began working in unison with your mouth. His hips bucking against you as he grew close to his climax.

“Shit…I’m gonna cum baby. Keep sucking his cock, make sure he cums for you.”

“Mmm, shit. I’m gonna cum.”

Both boys moans turning you on, the low groans and grunts that spilt from their lips as they both were nearing their peaks. Watching as Jamie’s abs twitched while his breaths were short and choppy.

“Yes, fuck, ah”

The boys groaned out almost in unison. Jamie’s head fell back against the pillow as he came, your mouth still on his length as you felt the warmth of his seed hit the back of your throat. Making sure to swallow it all while you felt Cam pull his length from you as he came on your ass.

The three of you sweaty and exhausted as you tried to catch your breath. Cam heading to the restroom to grab a towel, while Jamie found you a tshirt and himself some shorts.

As the three of you got cleaned up, you nestled between the two of them under the blankets. Your head on Jamie’s chest with your legs were tangled with Cam’s, his fingers tracing circles on your thigh.

“So, you think you’ll be more likely to come visit us in Philly next season?”

Cam raised an eyebrow at you while Jamie just laughed, a hand running through your hair as you shrugged.

“I mean, if the visit is anything like tonight, I don’t see why not.”

The boys both smiling at your answer, pleased with themselves that they didn’t disappoint. Happy to have finally gotten the chance at something they were sure would never happen.

“I think the real question we want to know is, who was better? And it’s okay if you need to tell Cam he was better just so his feelings don’t get hurt, I understand.”

Rolling your eyes you could not believe how competitive they truly were. Although you could, considering that they made it a point to trash talk each other during sex.

“Mmm, hate to say it but I think it’s a tie. We might need to try again to solidify a winner?”

[erosmutt]

hi loveee! I don’t know if you currently take requests but I had this idea in my head for quite a long time now. It may be a little bit kinky so I’m just warning you😭 The idea is that Clay (cuz we all love him lets be honest) and Preg!Reader are like all day at home and Clay lays in bed all day cuz he just been thru some surgeries yk and the reader like cares about him obviously and Clay like gets fed up that she keeps wearing these tight short dresses at home cuz its summer and she likes to show off her bump🤗 and one night he has all of these dirty toughts about her colliding. He wakes her up from her dreams with a kiss and its just like nasty disrespectful sex ☺️ I would totally understand if you wouldn’t like to write it and its absolutely alright. Thank you if you write this honey and take your time!💗💗

THIS ASK IS FROM JUNE 28TH. i am SO sorry, i started working on it and it sat in my drafts </3 ugh i fucking love clay, and thankkkkk youuuuu for giving me an ask that's someone other than scott/sam! i adore my boys, but give the others some love! also... the summer dress + baby bump combo... hnnghgh

also i'm saur sorry this sucks. it's because i'm hurriedly writing it (i'm writing this over a span of like a week LMFAO) and i usually have to let the ask marinate in my mental file cabinet before i can really give the person that requested a good drabble they asked for :(

"you've been in here all morning, just what are you making?" your fiance asks, smiling brightly. he comes into the kitchen and sees a shit ton of baking ingredients all over the place. "honey, hey,"

clay stops in his tracks when he sees... muffins. many, many muffins. on the counters, on the kitchen island, and you were spooning batter into a previously used muffin tin. "my love," he says warily, coming up and resting a hand on your lower back, giving a gentle massage to the area. "are we hosting a party i didn't know about? is there a bake sale going on? we don't have to worry about bake sales for awhile, you know. just what are you doing?"

you didn't know, and he didn't know, but you were nesting. not unusual since your due date was just under a month away, but it normally consisted of cleaning and organizing and decorating - not making enough muffins to feed a small town.

"muffins," you say, shaking the batter remnants into the last cup. you turn and look up at him, a bright, stupid smile on your face. "have one!" picking up a muffin and taking the liner off it, you waddle towards clay, and you offer him the baked good. "here!"

clay looks down at the muffin and takes it, then takes a bite and hums happily. "it's good honey, but what's the occasion?" he reaches down and presses his hand to your swollen belly, then gives it some rubs. "just in the mood for muffins, huh?"

you nod eagerly, then lean forward and kiss his cheek. "can you make strawberry muffins the way you make blueberry muffins?" you ask him curiously, not minding the way he pulls you in and turns you around to face the counter. "i'm sure. by the way, you look very cute this morning." he murmurs, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your neck. "thank you." you respond softly, removing the remaining muffins from the tin.

"i never thought you would wear this dress." he continues, coaxing you to bend over the counter. but much to his dismay, you stand straight and make your way over to the fridge to put the container of muffins that had cooled away. clay sighs and rubs his brow, his stiffening cock not calming down for the foreseeable future.

"'m gonna go lay down, my back hurts." you tell him, walking past him to go to the bedroom. once you were out of his sight, he leaned back against the wall and rubbed his palm over his boner. "fuck."

it had been a handful of hours when clay made his way to the bedroom to check on you, your dress ridden up, an indication of your struggle to find a comfortable position to sleep in. "love," he calls softly, his hand coming to gently grip your bicep. "you won't sleep tonight if you keep napping so late my love."

you stir awake, a soft whine leaving you as you turn over (after some struggle, due to your tummy), eyes opening to see clay. "hi." you smile, and he takes your hands, helping you sit up. "you looked peaceful, but you had to get up." he chuckles, then cups your face with one hand and rubs your rosy cheek with his thumb. his eyes flicker down to your chest, then back up to your face. "you looked lovely today."

his poor attempt at seduction was clearly working, since you pressed your thighs together and looked down at his crotch. the tent being pitched surely didn't go ignored. your hand moves to his clothed dick and begins to rub, a smile gracing your lips. "you were trying to tell me this earlier, weren't you?"

clay nods and hurries to undo his slacks, freeing his cock that greeted you with a twitch. "i didn't want to be so desperate," he shudders as you maneuver yourself onto your back, tugging your dress up. he immediately gets between your legs, his tip teasing your clothed pussy. "because you're gonna have this baby any day now," he goes on, pulling your panties aside. "and i don't want to hurt you, love."

he guides his dick into you and moans, eyes rolling back as he bottoms out inside your warm heat. "gods," he whispers. "i don't think i could wait any longer." clay begins rocking his hips, the motion making your full tits bounce, your hands coming to rest on your belly. "clay, you don't have to be so gentle," you whine. "i want you to fuck me."

clay swallows down the paranoia and begins to thrust harder, grunting with each smack of his balls against your ass. "ughn- shit," he curses, much to your surprise. he tried not to, to keep up appearances. "have you always b- hhugh -een this tight?" he asks, nearly in disbelief. you giggle, your gaze fixed on his face, expression displaying immense pleasure. "i guess so."

he leaned down and put his hands on either side of you then began to thrust harder as opposed to faster, brows furrowed. barely five minutes in and he was already about to cum. "love, please," clay falters for a second, his hand going over his chest. right before you could stop him, he came inside you with a drawled moan, eyes fluttering closed. "oh..."

you, as quickly as you can, have him pull out and lay down next to you. "babes, are you okay?!" you put your hand over his, eyes filled with fear. "you shouldn't have-" "i'm fine," he mutters between catching his breath. "it was amazing, my heart was racing." you blink at him, then gently pat his hand. "yeah, it does that when you're excited." you giggle. "rest, clay."

[bimbo-baggins17]

feederism with leo!! he finds you pigging out on leftover pizza in the early hours of the morning (and that's how he discovers your binging habit. he always wondered how you ate like a bird yet had such a pudgy body.), and he absolutely loses it at the way your cheeks are stuffed, fingertips and lips greasy, and chubby tummy distended with all the food you've been sneaking. was the pizza even the first thing you started on? (no, it wasn't!)

so he takes it upon himself to make you a biiiiig breakfast, hearty and filling. why do you need bacon and sausage? so you can stay full, duh! so he tells you he'll feed you, cutting up your syrup soaked pancakes and stuffing your mouth with them. and leo's totally gonna get his rocks off to this later when you're out running errands. he'll have to disguise this as princess treatment again soon <3

THIS REQUEST??? I almost decided to gatekeep it for a bit. Also??? My first Leo piece 🎉

18+ MDNI!! Dddne!!!! Feederism!!! Afab vocabulary. Don’t like, don’t read. You are responsible for you own media consumption!! Requests are still open!:)

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Leo peeks his eyes open, checking the LED alarm clock beside him. 7:03. He still had about an hour before it went off. He groans, the noises from the kitchen having woken him. He glances over to your side of the bed and notices you’re gone. What were you doing up?

Throwing the covers off, he pads down the short hallway and comes to a stop at the edge of the kitchen watching as you grab another slice of cold pizza from the box. He’s practically amazed when it only takes you three bites to get over halfway through it, barely allowing yourself to chew or hell, even breathe between them. He leans against the doorway, arms folded across his chest.

His eyes drift down your body, the pudge of your tummy sticking out over the waistband of your sleep shorts. He could tell how bloated and swollen it was as if you’d shoved multiple slices down your throat already. Do you do this every morning? It would explain the weight gain despite how he notices you just picking at food throughout the day.

When he sees you reach for another slice, he lets you take another bite before clearing his throat.

You whip around, looking like a deer in the headlights with your cheeks full, grease smeared around your mouth and on your fingers. Leo lets out a soft chuckle. “Hungry?”

Your cheeks flush a deep shade of red embarrassed that he caught you. “I-I..yeah..sorry..” You respond through a mouthful.

He shakes his head and pushes off the wall and walks over to you. “Don’t be sorry. Gotta eat to live, yeah?” As he gets close he notices empty cereal bar and cellophane wrappers on the counter as well. You’d been at this for awhile with more than just the pizza.

You swallow the remaining food in your mouth as you meet his blue eyes, almost bracing yourself for the inevitable judgement but there’s none. He lifts his thumb and brushes some crumbs from your face before popping it into his own mouth and sucking it clean it. “How about you sit down and I’ll cook you something more filling, doll?”

Nodding your head lightly, you take a seat on one of the at the breakfast bar. Your mind was still trying to understand why he didn’t judge you for what he just saw.

Leo moves around the kitchen getting pans and ingredients out. Pancakes, bacon, AND sausage. That’s what he decides to make for you.

You notice and your eyebrows draw together slightly. “Sausage and bacon?” You question.

He glances over his shoulder as he dollops pancake batter onto another pan. “Of course. Gotta make sure my pretty girl is full, yeah?”

Your cheeks flush a little. He just caught you engorging yourself and he calls you pretty? You nod your head, a small smile on your lips.

When everything’s done, he plates it and brings it over to you, sitting beside you. You reach for your fork but he tuts. “Lemme do it for you. Don’t want you to lift a finger, princess.” He drowns the fluffy pancakes in syrup before cutting off a bite.

“Open up,” He brings a forkful to your mouth. You listen and take the bite off the utensil. “Good girl.” His pupils dilate seeing your tongue poke out to collect some of the extra syrup off your lips.

Leo continues to feed you bite after bite of the breakfast confectionery, alternating between that and the proteins.

Another forkful is presented to you, but you shake your head. “I can’t Leo..’m full.”

He shakes his head back, presenting the fork again. “Oh no, you can still eat more. I know you can.”

You try to protest again but he gives you a look, pushing the bite towards you again. With a sigh you open your mouth for him. “Atta girl.” He praises as his other hand comes to rest on your bloated belly.

Forkful after forkful, Leo continues to “help” you eat through another stack, his eyes constantly moving to your overly full stomach a look of awe in them. You were his good girl. His good, plump and full girl.

You give him a look, the inevitable discomfort setting in. “Leo please. No more.” You say with a full mouth.

A pointed look is thrown your way. “No. You’re gonna keeping eating until I say you’re done.” You try to plead with him using your eyes but he pokes at your mouth with the tips of the fork.

Reluctantly you open up and he happily shoves more into your already full mouth. “Good girl. Such a good girl.” His large hand rests on your engorged belly again, and tries to rub some of the discomfort away though it only makes it worse.

You let out a groan, but he doesn’t pull away. “Just one more bite for me princess,” He says. You start to shake your head but stop as he gives you another look. “One more.” He instructs more firmly.

With a shaky exhale you let him feed you one last big bite of the now soggy with syrup pancakes. “There you go.” He murmurs as he watches you chew it and force yourself to swallow despite the ache in your stomach. God this was just as hot, if not more, than when you beg to suck his dick.

Once you’ve swallowed he gives you a quick kiss, tasting the syrup on your lips. “Mm I love you. You’re so good for me.” He says before standing up and clearing the plates.

When you get up he looks over his shoulder seeing just how taut the skin of your stomach was, how it stuck out a little further almost like a balloon. God it was hot to him and he felt his dick twitch in his sleep pants.

He’d have to take care of that once you were out and he would DEFINITELY have to make it a point to feed you like this every chance he got.

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Tw: ^ that’s totally the title, Afab!reader, “good girl,” Matt teasing you, mentions of period blood and cramping, a little bit of comfort and fluff, reader is kinda whiny. I was super lazy with this and honestly just wrote it to distract myself from my cramps so I’m not proud of it but here you go anyway, practice makes perfect 💪

Summary: You’re on your period. Short and simple interaction between you and your boyfriend Matt

Word count: a little less than 1k

Thankfully you started your period on a Saturday. Usually you’re not so lucky. For most people the first two days are the worst, and to that you can say you agree.

Shuffling into your boyfriend’s kitchen, you begin to look for some pain meds. Will they help? Probably not. Will you take them? Yes, obviously. Any small amount of relief will be worth it.

Unscrewing the cap to the ibuprofen bottle you shake out a few pills, throwing your head back as you toss them into your mouth before turning on the tap and taking a gulp of water to wash them down. After turning the tap off your hands brace themselves against the counter, a sigh escaping you as you take a moment to adjust to a new wave of cramps.

It takes a minute for you to notice Matt sleepily approaching you, dressed in nothing but his black boxers. Normally you’d be drooling at the sight, but you just can’t bring yourself to care at the moment.

“Morning sweetheart.” He rasps, his voice still thick with sleep.

You give a small nod in response, mumbling a “hey…” as he encircles his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Not feeling good?” He manages to keep his voice low, one of his hands splaying across your lower abdomen and beginning to gently rub the skin there.

A small huff of amusement leaves your nose despite the pain you’re in. “How can you tell?”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he responds, his shoulders giving a small shrug. “Well, other than the fact that I can smell the blood pooling in your underwear, I can feel your muscles contracting each time you cramp.” He explains, tapping his finger against your stomach as if reminding you that his hand is still there. Ugh, he’s so slick! Acting all affectionate when really he’s just checking your body for signs of discomfort. It’s annoyingly sweet of him.

“That and I can tell you haven’t done your morning routine yet, stinky.” He can’t help but tease, pressing another kiss to your head. Immediately your blood begins to rush to your face in embarrassment, a scoff escaping you as you pull away from his embrace.

“Shut up!”

A bark of laughter can be heard, followed by a rushed “Alright! Alright! I’m sorry…” as he reaches for you again.

“No you’re not, you’re bein’ a jerk.” You huff, taking another step away from him and towards the freezer, opening it and scanning its contents. Upon inspection you’re quick to tsk in annoyance. “Ugh! We don’t have any ice cream?!”

Usually one of you makes sure to keep the freezer stocked up just in case, but recently you’ve both been so busy that you must’ve forgotten.

Matt simply raises a brow, opening the fridge so he can grab out the milk.

Heaving a dramatic sigh, you aggressively shut the freezer door and then turn to look at your boyfriend.

“I want ice cream!”

He reaches for the cereal on top of the fridge before heading to the counter in order to make himself a bowl, snickering in amusement. “Yeah, I noticed.”

He can feel the glare you shoot him if his grin is anything to go by.

“…so? Are you gonna go get me some?”

He shrugs, unaffected by your impatience. “Don’t know, maybe.”

The nerve of this man! Smugly eating his cereal while you’re practically crippled by the pain your uterus is causing. “Mattyyyyy!”

He hums as he takes another bite. “Hm?”

You say nothing in response, your eyes boring into him expectantly as your hands move to rest on your waist.

Finishing his bowl, he sets it in the sink before clearing his throat, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter.

It’s like a test of will, each of you waiting for the other to crack. And, embarrassingly enough, all it takes is one of his brows quirking expectantly for it to be you that cracks. “Come on! You’re bein’ so mean!” You can’t help the way you cross the kitchen in order to be closer to him, his arms uncrossing so he can hold you against his chest.

“Oh, poor baby…” He coos mockingly, leaning down and nuzzling his nose into your hair. Despite his teasing attitude he makes sure to hold you gently, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back as you smush your pouty face into his chest.

A minute passes before he speaks up again, his lips brushing against your head because of the close proximity between you. “You need me to take care of you?”

Feeling you nod against him he smiles. “Could’ve just asked baby, didn’t need to throw a fit…”

His words cause you to feel slightly embarrassed. Of course you could’ve just asked him! How could you forget? You’re his partner, he loves and cherishes you.

“Sorry…”

A soft chuckle lets you know all is forgiven.

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You settle back against his chest with a content sigh, your eyes closing so you can properly enjoy the feeling of the warm bath water you’re engulfed in.

“I know you said you wanted ice cream, but I hope we can settle on a bath and some take out?”

Opening your eyes you peek up at him over your shoulder, scanning the features of his face. His stubble, the crinkles around his eyes, the curve of his nose…

“…I suppose.”

Your compliance earns you a small smile and a kiss being pressed to your temple. “Good girl. I’ll get you some ice cream when I’m done patrolling tonight.”

Grinning at the praise you turn your head to the side in order to rest your cheek against his bare chest, muttering a “thank you…”

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Just Fucking Write - Day 143

Prompt: Jumil fic where Hyunjae is a cliche surfer dude (thanks Sunwoo for the info that he was too big for his costume) & Juyeon watches him surf but is too shy to talk to him until a couple drinks at a party later…

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Hyunjae was never one for parties, but he knew he’d never hear the end of it if he had the chance to talk to the mystery boy, apparently named Juyeon, and didn’t take it. Kevin would absolutely tell Chanhee who would tell their entire friend group that Hyunjae didn’t show. So showing up to the party was the easier option.

”He’s in the kitchen,” Kevin informed Hyunjae when he arrived.

”You checked?” Hyunjae asked as Kevin handed him a drink.

”He’s hard to miss in this crowd,” Kevin replied. “Have fun.”

”Always,” Hyunjae huffed and walked toward the kitchen. Juyeon was in there just as Kevin said he was. He was leaning against the counter talking to another boy Hyunjae didn’t recognize, probably another Summer Boy. Juyeon looked over, saw Hyunjae and his eyes went wide, but he didn’t run away this time at least.

“I’m gonna freshen up my drink,” the boy Juyeon was talking to said and quickly left. Hyunjae took his spot in front of Juyeon.

”Hey, sorry about earlier at the pier. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Hyunjae,” he held out his hand.

”No, it’s fine. I probably shouldn’t be watching a total stranger like that. I’m Juyeon,” the boy replied, taking Hyunjae’s hand. His hand almost engulfed Hyunjae’s and Hyunjae didn’t think that he had tiny hands.

”Do you surf?” Hyunjae asked, trying not to spend too much time figuring out what else on him Juyeon’s hands might dwarf.

”No, I’m not really a fan of water. You’re really good, though,” Juyeon replied, taking a large sip of his drink as he let go of Hyunjae’s hand.

”Thanks, I’ve been surfing most of my life. I think I learned when I was like 7 or 8,” Hyunjae replied.

”That’s…that’s really impressive,” Juyeon said.

“I promise I don’t bite. Unless you want me to,” Hyunjae teased.

”It’s not you. I’m just shy and kinda awkward, as you saw earlier. I don’t think most people would run away when a guy they have a crush on waved at them,” Juyeon froze like he just realized what he said. “I mean…”

”It’s okay,” Hyunjae laughed fondly. “I might have a crush on you, too.”

”Really?” Juyeon asked.

”It’s kinda hard not to when the prettiest boy I’ve seen in a long time is out every day to watch me surf,” Hyunjae told him.

”You think I’m pretty?” Juyeon stared at him. Hyunjae decided to take the risk and ran his thumb across Juyeon’s lower lip.

”I think you’re very pretty,” he said. “And if you’re up for it, I’d like to kiss you.”

”I am, I’m very much up for it,” Juyeon nodded, a slight flush on his cheeks. Hyunjae leaned in caging Juyeon between his arms as he pressed his lips on Juyeon’s. Juyeon somehow managed to put his drink on the counter behind him and rested his arms on Hyunjae’s shoulders. He kissed Hyunjae back, pulling Hyunjae closer to him. Hyunjae put his hands on Juyeon’s waist and lifted him onto the counter. Hyunjae vaguely registered someone making a lewd comment, but he didn’t care. Chanhee’s parties were known to get wild so a couple kissing in the kitchen was hardly anything of note.

”You’re strong,” Juyeon said when they finally parted.

”All that swimming I guess,” Hyunjae grinned up at him. Juyeon put his hand on Hyunjae’s bicep and squeezed.

“Nice,” he giggled a little.

”How much have you had to drink?” Hyunjae asked, not wanting to take advantage of Juyeon.

”Enough to not be shy about kissing a cute boy in a stranger’s kitchen,” Juyeon replied.

”If you promise,” Hyunjae poked his nose.

”I promise,” Juyeon pulled him in for another kiss. “Is there somewhere we can go that’s a little more private?”

”Well, I can’t guarantee we won’t be walked in on, but I did lose my virginity at one of Chanhee’s parties in high school so I know a few places,” Hyunjae told him. “Come on.”

Hyunjae helped Juyeon off the counter and down the hall. If anywhere was unoccupied, it would be one of the back bedrooms. Fortunately for them, all of them were open. Hyunjae led them into the first one and closed the door behind them. Juyeon flopped down on the bed and looked up at Hyunjae.

”So, I’ve never done this before,” Juyeon said.

”Done what? Sex?” Hyunjae started to panic.

”No, silly. I’ve never hooked up with someone I just met,” Juyeon made a face.

”Just making sure,” Hyunjae sat on the bed next to him.

”What about you?” Juyeon asked.

”I have hooked up with someone I just met. I’m surprised you don’t know my reputation around here if you know Kevin,” Hyunjae replied.

”Kevin did imply that you were…experienced,” Juyeon said.

”Something tells me he wasn’t that polite,” Hyunjae said.

”He called you a slut,” Juyeon told him.

”That sounds more like Kevin,” Hyunjae chuckled.

”So do you want to be my first hook up, Hyunjae? Add me as another one?” Juyeon rolled over and rested his chin on Hyunjae’s thigh.

”Honestly, I’d like for you to be more than a hook up,” Hyunjae replied.

“Really?” Juyeon sat up.

”Maybe I like the idea of someone watching me surf and he’s more than just a shy boy ogling my half naked body,” Hyunjae said, kissing Juyeon.

”Am I allowed to ogle your completely naked body?” Juyeon asked between kisses.

”You are,” Hyunjae confirmed.

”I like that,” Juyeon grinned at him.

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Construction Corner (Joel Miller AU) Epilogue: A Very Special Episode

Fandom: The Last of Us/Pedro Pascal

Pairing: TV Host Joel Miller x divorced Female Reader

Summary: Friends and family gather to watch the final episode of Construction Corner

Word count: 1.4k

Rating: Teen (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Alternate Universe, cameos galore, inaccuracies about tv show production, filming, and construction, fluffity fluff fluff

A/N: Thank you so much for your support of this series! I have so enjoyed writing it!  I know it’s sad for it to end, but the door is wide open for drabbles, so feel free to pop into my ask box when you’re craving Construction Corner.  Big thank you to @yespolkadotkitty for letting me borrow Zach and Martha from You Found Me/Say You’ll Stay.  I hope you like what I’ve done with them!  Also, a big thank you to @wheresarizona for the beta and for her unwavering support of this series since it was just a random daydream I had one day ❤️

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“Y’all really don’t have to stay to watch this,” Joel pleads, carrying dishes into the kitchen.

“What are you talking about? We wouldn’t miss the season finale!” Frank exclaims, following closely after him.  “Besides, it’s Bill’s favorite show.  He never misses an episode.”

Surprised, you all turn to look at Bill, who had followed Frank in from the patio.  He shifts uncomfortably under your attention and scuffs the toe of his boot against the floor.

“I like that you teach them things,” he mumbles gruffly, looking down at his feet.

“See!” Frank exclaims, squeezing his husband’s shoulders.  Having Bill and Frank as neighbors has been one of the best parts of moving in with Joel.  They are delightful.

“Get over it, Dad.  I’m home for the summer, and we’re watching.”  Sarah hip-checks Joel as she sets the last of the dishes on the counter.

Joel sighs, leaning against the counter next to you.

“I’m afraid you’re outnumbered,” you lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek.  Joel is a modest man, but you know he’s proud of his show and especially this episode.  His innate Southern gentlemanliness just won’t let him bask in all the attention.

The five of you leave the remnants of your dinner in the kitchen and move into the family room.  Joel sits down in the middle of the couch.  You snuggle in on one side of him while Sarah does the same on the other and turns on the TV.

You had been nervous about how things would go when Sarah got home from school.  Your relationship with Joel had developed while Sarah was away, and the two of them had been a unit for so long.  Your presence was bound to complicate things.

You confided your concerns to Joel one night when you were talking about moving in together, and he sheepishly confessed that Sarah had given her blessing long before.

It was just like Joel to be thinking so far down the line, letting you take your time catching up.

It’s only been a few days since Sarah arrived home from her freshman year of college, but so far, things between the three of you are comfortable and easy.  Sandwiching Joel between the two of you on the couch feels totally natural.

The Construction Corner theme music starts playing, and you all turn your attention to the screen.  Instead of the usual homeowner intro package, Joel appears alone.

“Welcome to Construction Corner, I’m Joel Miller.  Usually, I help a homeowner with a DIY project that’s gotten out of control, but today, we’re doin’ things a bit different.

Zach and Martha have dreamed of openin’ a soup kitchen and community gatherin’ place for the veterans of Houston.  They don’t need my help, but I’m here to offer it anyway.”

Joel turns to walk inside a storefront, and the voiceover begins:

Zach, a veteran himself, knows how difficult transitioning back to civilian life can be.

“I was homeless and unemployed,” Zach says to the camera, standing with one arm around Martha’s shoulders. “It was bleak.  I don’t know where I would be if I hadn’t met Martha and gotten help from the community here.  That’s why I want to give back.”

“It shouldn’t be so difficult and isolating,” Martha continues. “Our hope is that this place will not only offer a hot meal, but a space for support group meetings, job training, and socializing for veterans and members of the community.  Our veterans deserve that.” Martha concludes, looking lovingly up at Zach.

The voiceover continues:

Zach and Martha have raised the money for their project from local business partners committed to their vision.  All that’s left is to get the space ready for the grand opening in just a few days.

On screen, Joel meets with Zach and Martha in the empty space and discusses with them how they want it to look and presents his plan.  It was such a great week of filming.  The whole crew got involved in painting walls and building tables.  It was a real group effort, and you know everyone felt proud to be able to help out.

The show ends with a grand opening block party and interviews with some of the area veterans about what this project means to them, finishing with Zach and Martha expressing their heartfelt thanks to everyone involved.  You notice Frank wipe away a tear as the episode comes to a close.

“That was really good, Dad.”  Sarah turns off the TV and smiles at Joel.

“Thanks, babygirl.  I really liked those two,” Joel says, hugging her into his side.

“Did you have a favorite project this season, Joel?” Frank asks.

“You know I like all of ‘em.  What did y’all like best?” Joel predictably turns the question around.

“I liked the patio.  They seemed like such a sweet couple, and you know I love to entertain,” says Frank, eyes twinkling.  Hardly a week goes by when you aren’t invited to join Frank on his patio for some occasion that usually ends with you and Frank gossiping over glasses of wine while Joel and Bill discuss the relative merits of roofing materials.

“I liked when you taught that father and daughter how to fix plumbing,” Bill interjects seriously.  “Calling a plumber is a waste of money.  I dug my own well. You can’t trust water from the government.”

“Bill, I want you on my side if there is ever a zombie apocalypse.  I bet you’d do just fine,” you tease.

“You have no idea,” whispers Frank conspiratorially.

“I liked the treehouse… it made me remember being little,” Sarah sighs wistfully.

“That one was a lot of fun.  I thought about what you would have wanted.”  Joel presses a kiss into her hair, and she snuggles deeper into his side.

“It’s difficult for me, but I guess I would have to go with the floor episode,” you muse.

“Really?” Frank asks, surprised. “Everyone seemed so uncomfortable in that one.  I wondered what was going on off camera.”

“Oh, it was a mess,” you laugh, “but I have my reasons.” You wink and squeeze Joel’s knee.  Next to you, Joel blushes to the tips of his ears.

“Oh no… did you?... wait... I don’t want to know,” Sarah groans, and everyone laughs.

“What was your favorite, Joel?” you ask, shifting to drape your arm across his broad shoulders and card your fingers through his hair.

“You know I can’t pick, but I do have a favorite part of the season,” he responds earnestly.

“Oh?”

“My favorite part was you, sunshine.” Joel looks up at you with his brown, puppy dog eyes full of love.

“Aww!” exclaims Frank at the same time as Sarah groans and flops dramatically sideways on the couch.

You laugh as you press a kiss into Joel’s scruff and whisper in his ear, “That is such a cop-out, but I’ll allow it.”

Conversation turns to other topics and, eventually, Sarah drifts up to her room and Frank and Bill back to their house across the street.  You and Joel find your way out back to the patio to watch the sunset.  You take your place between Joel’s legs on a lounge chair, leaning against his broad chest.

It has become a habit to come out here to watch the sunset together at the end of the day.  The two of you sitting in comfortable silence, Joel stroking your arms absently while you listen to the slow, steady beat of his heart.  You love how safe and comfortable you feel with him.  You can let your guard down and just be.

“I meant what I said, you know,” he rumbles in your ear, breaking the silence.  You twist to face him, resting your cheek on his chest and looking up at his striking profile.  The golden sun highlights his arced nose and gorgeous cheekbones.  The man you love is very handsome.

“I know you did,” you reply.

“I love you,” Joel whispers, bending down to press a kiss to your lips.

“I love you, too,” you reply, emotion clogging your voice as you think back on the past year and all the years that led you to this place.

A year ago, your divorce wasn’t even final, but your marriage had fizzled out long before.  You envisioned years of bad dates ahead of you before you found someone you wanted to share your life with – if you even did.  You were ok with the idea of being single.  You were comfortable with yourself and didn’t need a relationship to feel fulfilled.

Then one day, a kind, beautiful, brown-eyed man said he was seeing things differently.

It goes to show – you just never know what’s going to happen.

The End.

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honestly i would totally read a drabble with only ezra and lily in it. no jungkook no isabella. just the two babies doing baby things

Story: Amended, July in the new house timeframe Characters: Ezra & Lily, Isabella ft. Length: 3599 CW: none, General Audience appropriate Read more Amended shorts here (or check out my masterlist, making an Amended-specific masterpost soon)

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“Aww biscuits!”

Ezra froze on the stairs and listened to Lily’s muttered curse. When he’d walked through the kitchen only a moment ago, she was getting a banana for herself. She had declined his help opening it which was dumb because she was going to mush it up trying to get it open and then refuse to eat it. Mom said she was going through a phase. Ezra didn’t think he’d gone through a dumb phase like that and didn’t like that Mom had laughed when he said that but then she’d said all his phases were cute so… he guessed that was ok. Everyone was a little kid once upon a time, even him.

He heard the clink of a metal spoon against a ceramic bowl and decided he’d better check it out. Lily wasn’t supposed to be using a ceramic bowl. No one was. They were Gigi’s and Mom kept them high in the cabinets and one time JK had used one for cereal and Mom hadn’t been happy. He was confused which meant Ezra wasn’t the only one who thought it didn’t make sense to have bowls you weren’t actually allowed to eat out of. Mom said no one was allowed to use them anymore and put them up high but that was definitely what the clink sounded like unless Lily was doing something else weird.

He tossed his books to the top of the stairs and trudged back down, shaking his head about little sisters. He had offered to open the banana for her and then he wanted to just go read in his room because Parker had loaned him a couple Dr. Slump manga and JK had seen it  and suggested Mom should see them to make sure they were ok for Ezra to read which obviously meant he needed to read it immediately before Mom said no. That was yesterday and JK hadn’t said anything to Mom yet so maybe he’d forget. If they were bad Ezra wouldn’t read them but he was just curious what JK thought might not be ok for him to read.

He stepped into the kitchen and forgot all about Dr. Slump.

Lily stood in a growing pool of milk. The whole gallon lay sideways on the counter, glug-glugging onto the floor while she stood there and just watched it with big eyes. One of the forbidden cereal bowls was indeed next to the sink, the cabinet she had climbed and pulled it from still open. The silverware drawer was open. Two boxes of cereal were knocked off the top of the fridge and one lay sideways in the pool of milk. 

“I walked away one minute ago!” Ezra cried.

“Well I got hungry.”

“You said you wanted a banana.”

“It got mushy,” she said, glancing at three smushed bananas dangling out of the trashcan. 

“Mom said to get her if you wanted cereal,” Ezra reminded. As if cued, they heard the lawnmower start in the backyard. JK was away for the weekend and Mom was mowing the grass and Ezra and Lily were supposed to behave and play quietly and come get me if you need anything but Ezra was old enough to know that really meant don’t need anything unless someone is bleeding. Mom had definitely said some words worse than “aw biscuits” trying to figure out how to work the riding lawnmower. 

“I asked her but she couldn’t hear me.”

“Did you ask her while she’s mowing the lawn?”

“Yeah I was asking her.”

“Did you get close to ask her?”

“No are you crazy? She’s mowing the lawn! She’d chop me to smithereens!”

“Did you even wave your hand like this?” Ezra asked, demonstrating how his sister might have gotten Mom’s attention from the safety of the deck.

Lily shrugged and looked at the mess before asking, “Can you get me a bowl of cereal?”

“You might as well just dump the cereal on the floor and eat it like– no! Are you crazy? Don’t really do that!” he groaned as she promptly dropped to all fours and leaned forward, slowly, tongue out like she was going to do it. Her eyes were on him like she was waiting for him to laugh, but he knew better. She’d do it. Lily could be crazy to get a laugh. That’s why she kept saying aw biscuits because she’d said it and JK had laughed and now it was her favorite thing to say, even though Ezra explained she didn’t invent that, she got it from Bluey. 

Sure enough, she licked the floor-milk. But when he didn’t laugh, she decided not to bother.

“OK I’ll get the vacuum while you get the cereal,” Lily said.

“No I’ll get the vacuum, you’re scared of it.”

“Ok I’ll eat my cereal,” Lily said, turning to lift the box out of the milk like she’d planned this anyway. Ezra glared at the back of her head but didn't’ say anything because he was older and knew more things anyway. “The box is wet. I don’t want to eat this kind. Can you get that one?”

“I can’t reach that. How did you get these?”

“I threw Gidget’s toy until it knocked down,” Lily explained, grabbing it to do so again. It had also been in the milk and sent droplets flying everywhere, then lodged on top of the fridge. “Aw biscuits.”

“Get a kid bowl,” Ezra told her. He grimaced as he waded through the milk that instantly soaked his socks. “Ewwwww it’s so gross.”

“I kind of like it,” Lily admitted. Her socks and leggings were wet as she swished side to side. “Look I’m an ice skater!”

“You’re getting it everywhere!”

“Catch me!” She leapt in his direction but slipped exactly like he’d expected and landed on her knee. He watched her lip tremble and her eyes water. 

“You’re ok. You’re ok, you didn’t break anything,” he quickly assured her, crouching down. “Do you want me to get Mom? Did you break something? I don’t think you did.”

“Carry me.”

“You’re five, you’re too big for me to carry.”

“Daddy can carry me.”

“Yeah he’s a big grown up. I’m only nine and I’ll just slip in the milk and we’ll both get hurt. Stop ice skating and just get a bowl, ok?”

She sang a song as she got the bowl and Ezra wondered how to get the breakable one back into the cabinet. He wasn’t as good at climbing as she was and didn’t want to risk toppling off. Besides, he needed to get the milk cleaned up first. Part of him thought maybe he should go get Mom because this was a really big mess, but the other part of him really wanted to prove that she could trust him to keep an eye on Lily while she was mowing the lawn. It didn’t matter if JK wasn’t here, Ezra could take care of things too.

First thing was to get Lily out of here before she made it even worse. He sloshed through the milk to pick up the gallon only to realize it was broken, so she must have dropped it, not just dumped it over.

“How did you even get this out of the fridge? It was almost full.”

“I’m really strong,” she told him.

“If you’re so strong why did you drop it?”

“I was pouring it and the milk went out way too fast! It wasn’t slow at all! It was too heavy. It was even more heavy than I am strong.”

Ezra let out a sigh. Kids. Obviously if something was heavy to pick up it was going to be heavy to pour! 

There was just enough milk left in the broken jug to pour into her bowl. He poured the cereal on top because recently JK had seen him make cereal and told him you were supposed to put the cereal in first so Ezra was going to keep doing the opposite because JK couldn’t tell him what to do. Then he gave Lily the spoon and made her take her socks and pants off and sit at the table to eat. He threw her clothes and his socks into the washing machine that was already full of clothes anyway, then dragged the vacuum from the closet.

At this point he paused. Was a vacuum the right way to do it? Mom usually mopped up spills with towels, but it would take a lot of towels. Like a crazy number of towels, maybe every towel they owned.

“How many towels do you think we have?” he asked Lily.

“Oh I don’t know. Six? Or maybe nineteen.”

He decided to pull all the kitchen towels out of the drawer and drape them across the pool first to soak up as much as he could. They got really wet really fast and then were really gross but he hauled them over to the washing machine, back and forth. Probably he was never going to drink milk again after this. 

It still looked like too much liquid for the vacuum, so he unfurled the roll of paper towels next. At this point Lily came over and chucked her bowl in the sink.

“Now you have to help me clean this up,” he told her.

“Why? I didn’t do it.”

“I’m going to murder you–”

Lily gasped and shouted, “I’m telling Mom you said that!”

“Ok sorry sorry I didn’t mean it. I’m trying not to say it.”

“Mom said you have to pay one dollar of your allowance.”

“I’m not actually going to murder you, it’s just a saying because– because you did make this mess so you have to clean it up.”

“But you can’t murder me about it!”

“I’m not going to murder you. Fine. Sorry. I’ll give you a quarter if you don’t tell Mom,” Ezra bargained because Mom had sat him down and had a talk with him about saying I’m going to murder you or I’m going to kill you. She didn’t get it’s just a thing his friends said at school and sometimes Dad said it too and probably Mom had said it before too, it didn’t mean you were actually going to kill someone! But she told him all this stuff about how sometimes people do bad things in the world and it’s not funny to be casual and make jokes or be light about it and JK is a cop and all that and also he had sad things happen in Korea and Ezra wasn’t allowed to say that ever again. He didn’t really understand how it was all connected but fine, if Mom said it was such a big deal he would try not to say it – but it was really hard to stop saying something when your tongue just made the words come out! “Ok,” Lily beamed, happy about the quarter. She just liked them because they were the biggest coin, she didn’t even understand money. “But don’t forget or I’ll tell Mom you said it twice.”

“That would be lying.”

“No it isn’t… I’m not a liar.”

“Just help me clean up the milk,” Ezra sighed. “Take that towel and wipe up where you left all those footprints.”

“Woah this is a lot of towels.”

“Wait. Do you hear the lawn mower?”

Lily shared a look with him. They ran to the sliding door, tracking milky footprints around the table, and looked with terror around the backyard. It wasn’t that Ezra thought Mom would kill them for spilling the milk or anything, but he just thought it was better if she didn’t know.

“She’s there!” Lily cheered, pointing to Mom in a far corner of the yard. She was off the lawnmover, dragging some branches out of the way. She didn’t look happy. Gidget was penned up but barking like crazy.

“If Gidget keeps barking she might bring her inside, we have to hurry,” Ezra decided, feeling the rush of urgency course through him.

“AGHHHHH” Lily shrieked in a panic and did a somersault, then ran towards the kitchen to mop furiously at the floor, flinging milk, tearing the paper towels, doing more harm than good.

“Just hold the trash open,” Ezra huffed. It was a good thing she was cute because she wasn’t much help for anything ever. Together they tossed the sopping towels into the trash can, then Lily ran shrieking to crouch in the stairwell as Ezra ran the vacuum cleaner around the kitchen –the little one that Mom was strong enough to carry up and down the stairs, but he thought it was really hard to drag around still and he wasn’t sure it did much good. It seemed to just blow the milk around. 

He shoved it back in the closet and saw Lily climbing on the counter again, putting the bowl back into the cabinet.

“You aren’t supposed to use those,” he reminded her.

“Why not?”

“Mom said so. I don’t know. Moms are weird about things sometimes.”

“So are Dads,” Lily nodded sagely.

“Do you mean JK? He’s not your dad.” He felt bad about saying it as soon as the words were out because sometimes Lily got upset if you pointed out she didn’t have a dad, or she was just confused and thought his dad was her dad. He hadn’t meant it to be mean, but JK was their stepdad, it wasn’t the same thing as having a dad.

“I didn’t say he was,” Lily rolled her eyes and clambered down from the counter. “But he’s still a dad.”

“He’s not anyone’s dad.”

“He’s Gidget’s dad! And Crabby’s!”

“I guess you can say that if you want to…”

“Can I go play now? This is boring.”

“I know it’s boring but I want to be reading my book and you made the mess! Next time just ask for help,” he scolded.

“But I don’t need help, I can do it by myself.”

“Then why did you spill all the milk?”

“It wasn’t my fault, it was the milk’s fault!”

“For being too heavy?”

“I think we’re done here,” Lily announced and turned to pad off to the living room.

“Hey put some pants on, your underwear is hanging out!” he reminded her.

“I like it that way. Oh yeah, oh yeah, doot doot doot,” she sang, doing a little butt-shaking dance. 

Ezra laughed at her silly style because she was really bad at dancing but it was cute. He saw a little more milk on the counter but he was out of all towels, so he took his shirt off and wiped it down, then tossed that into the washing machine and closed it. He put the busted gallon of milk in the recycling and wrote on the shopping list Mom kept on the fridge: Milk. He couldn’t reach to get the cereal boxes back up without dragging over a chair and just as he was going to do it he heard Mom’s footsteps on the stairs up to the deck and had the primitive instinct to flee.

Apparently Lily did too because she ran screaming through the kitchen and up the stairs, “I NEED PANTS!”

Gidget sprinted in as soon as Mom opened the door and Ezra remembered too late that the last bananas were still on the counter where they weren’t supposed to leave them because Gidget could reach, but he was already halfway up the stairs and couldn’t do anything about it. 

“Everything ok in here?” Mom called through the house.

He grabbed his books at the top of the stairs and shouted back, “Yes!” before diving into his bedroom. 

“Boo!” Lily shouted, throwing his covers off of herself where she’d been hiding in his bed, waiting for him.

Ezra pretended to be scared, then threw a pillow at her and reminded, “Go get some pants on!”

“I don’t have any pants! I’ll wear some of yours and you can wear some of mine.”

“I don’t want to wear your pants,” he pointed out.

“It’s a new rule I just made up.”

“What’s the rule?” he asked, flopping down beside her after he had a new shirt on. His feet and arms still felt gross and sticky.

“You give me a quarter and–”

“KIDS! WHY AM I STICKING TO THE FLOOR?” Mom shouted.

“I think Mom wants to talk to you,” he told Lily, whose eyes went big.

“What if she feeds me to the birds?” Lily asked in a whisper.

“I don’t think birds eat little girls.”

“But what if she puts peanut butter and sunflower seeds on me. They like that a lot.”

“I don’t think Mom will waste that much peanut butter.”

“KIDS?”

Ezra didn’t much want to face Mom’s wrath, but he felt bad for Lily looking so nervous about it, so he held out his hand and sighed, “Come on, I’ll go with you. Next time just let me peel your banana, ok? I can just get it started for you.”

“And take off the black part I don’t like?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok I want a banana now.” It was like she’d already forgotten Mom was calling for them downstairs. Which was exactly what she said to Mom too when they stepped into the kitchen a moment later to find Mom pulling cleaning supplies and more rags out of the laundry closet. Ezra didn’t know those were in there.

“Definitely more than nineteen,” he told Lily.

“Can I have a banana, Mom?”

“Looks like there was an incident,” Isabella sighed. 

“Someone murdered the milk,” Lily agreed. “It was me. I mean, it wasn’t me!”

“How’s mowing the lawn going?” Ezra asked. He just meant it as a change of subject, but Mom’s eyes narrowed.

“Fine… why?”

“It’s taking a long time.”

“Yeah well…” She looked sweaty and tired and serious, but her stern look cracked into a smile. “It’s not going great. Don’t tell JK.”

“I think he’s going to notice,” Ezra pointed out. “I thought he said not to do it because he would do it when he got home.” Not that he wanted to promote JK too much, but he did think it was better for JK to do that kind of work and Mom could just play with them or read or something.

“And I thought I told you two to get me if you needed any snack you couldn’t reach with both feet on the floor, huh?”

“We can say someone murdered the lawn mower!” Lily suggested.

“Ok enough with murder. We don’t use that word, remember? It’s time to do your time. We’re scrubbing these floors, Lily.”

Ezra looked at the kitchen, at Gidget eagerly licking the sticky floor, at his sweaty, tired Mom.

“I can help Lily scrub and you can put the lawn mower away and nobody gets fined a dollar and we can pretend like this never happened,” he suggested. “Except we should probably buy more milk.”

“Yeah, probably so,” Mom snorted. “Deal. Thanks for being such good kids trying to clean up, but next time just get me, ok? Here’s the spray, don’t get it in your face, I’ll be back in five minutes. Don’t let Gidget get into the trash!” She was gone in a heartbeat and Ezra let out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t sold on JK lately, but he had to admit that Mom seemed a lot less stressed these days. She didn’t get so mad when they messed up!

“It’s really gross and sticky,” Lily complained. “Ewwww it smells bad.”

Ezra looked at the bottle and made a face as he read, “It’s grapefruit.”

“But I like grapes.”

“Not grapefruit, it’s different. It’s really gross. I bet JK likes grapefruit.”

“He likes grapes like me.”

“Lots of people like grapes,” Ezra rolled his eyes. 

“Arrrr I’m a pirate!” Lily sang, sliding the rag back and forth on the ground where Ezra had sprayed. “I’m Pirate Princess Barbie!” She let out a sigh and sat up. “This is boring.”

“Yeah it’s boring because I’m faster than you. When you go that slow it’s boring.”

“I’m faster than you. I’m faster than anyone who ever lived,” Lily argued.

“Not faster than me. Prove it.”

Lily let out a war cry and set to scrubbing at a crazy pace. Ezra tried to keep a straight face but after half a minute couldn’t help it and mimicked her insane energy, yelling and scrubbing and making up a pirate song as best he could. He didn’t really like to sing but Lily never judged him so it was ok around her.

There, was that good enough? He and Lily sat next to each other and leaned against the cabinets, trying to judge by looking if they’d done enough.

“You’re supposed to say thank you for helping you,” he told Lily.

“But you didn’t get me a banana.”

“But I helped clean up the mess you made! Twice!”

“I already said thank you.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes I did!”

“Well I didn’t hear you,” he said, certain she had not said thank you. 

She sighed and let her head fall to his shoulder and murmured in a monotone voice, “Thank you, Ezra.” 

Actually thanked, he was embarrassed to have demanded it. It was fine, he didn’t mind helping his sister. She was the only sister he had. Even if she was a little butt sometimes.

“Now can I have a banana?” she asked him.

Just as Gidget took a flying leap, grabbed the last two bananas off the counter and raced off.

“CATCH THAT DOG!”

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Force of Habit Part Three

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Pairing: Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto x Reader

Rating: M (Part Four will have explicit sexual content)

Notes: There are going to be four parts total.

Warnings: Mentions/descriptions of anxiety; sleeplessness; unhealthy coping mechanisms; fluff! !

Summary: The two of you work in steady silence for a couple of minutes before Carmy turns to check the cornbread again. As he does—as the full force of his attention is turned from you, you feel your shoulders sag a little bit. You’ve been so familiar with this man’s scrutiny, but you’ve never been on the receiving end of his…Interest. 

Well, you’re surely getting ahead of yourself. That wasn’t interest, it was just calm. Right? 

Then again, you’re not used to calm from Carmy, either. 

“With respect, ma’am, what the fuck are you doin’ back here?” The words are sweetly spat at you. Your eyes wander the man asking—the The Original t-shirt, the apron, the chain around his neck. 

“Loving the respect, bro,” You arch a brow before nodding to the right. “What’s with the gun on the counter?” 

“I’d like you to answer my question first.” 

“I’d like to see your gun license.” 

“Cut it out, cuz,” Carmy warns the man as he steps into the kitchen. He fully interrupts your bicker sesh as he introduces you, skirting around the counters to join the two of you. 

“Oh—The broad with the mixer,” The man with the chain grins at you as he turns back, his hand outstretched. “Richie Jerimovich. Lovely to meet you.” 

“Yeah—I’m still fascinated by the gun. Is some of the meat you get in here still moving when it arrives?” 

“It’s for safety, sweetheart.” 

“...Okay,” You manage, turning to look at Carmy and jerking your thumb over your shoulder. “Mixer’s outside, Fak’s got the handcart.” 

“Awesome,” Carmy nods.

You turn to leave, and spot brightly colored recipe pages on the wall in the corner of the room. Your eyes widen a touch, and you go still at the sight of them all. Something in your gut twists, like someone pulled a plug in your belly. The feeling swirls with discomfort and nerves. You can hear the clatter of dishes, the choral yell of, “Heard,” from a swarm of chefs plugging away in your little pressure-cooker of a pristine kitchen over a faint ringing sound—

“Hey.” Carmy’s voice snaps you out of it, plugging up that feeling. Your head twitches toward him a touch, your eyes still set on the pages. “You okay?” 

“...Yeah,” You manage, eyes still resting on the wall. “Yeah.” You swallow thickly and duck your head a touch, eyes set fastidiously on the floor as you head out back to meet Fak. The three of you wheel it in, and you wait as Carmy unloads the kit and looks the pieces over. 

“Satisfied?” You ask as he straightens up.

“Yeah, looks good. C’mon, I’ve got the check in the office.” 

You follow him back into the office, taking hold of the proffered check. 

“Do me a favor, uh,” Carmy winces, pointing at it with his pen. “Don’t…Don’t cash that for a couple of days.” 

“Got it.” 

“Thanks.” 

“Sure. The warranty paperwork and stuff are all in there, so.” 

“Yeah.” 

You nod, raising the check in silent thanks before turning to go. 

-- 

Globe runs like a dream. Thanks again

Carmy's message pings on your phone at nearly one in the morning. You frown a little bit, looking down at the phone and taking it up. You scan the text a couple of times, debating on how to answer. You finally swipe open the message and type back, 

Glad to hear it :)

You expect it to end there, but before you can set the phone aside, it’s buzzing with a call. Your brow furrows at the sight, but you accept it, raising the phone to your ear. 

“Hello?” 

“What are you doing up?” 

You smile a little, leaning back against the couch, eyes set on the tv. 

“I could ask the same of you, Berzatto.” 

“We had a stove crap out on us at the end of shift. Fak just finished fixing it.” 

“Mm.” 

 “So?” 

“...Couldn’t sleep,” You admit. 

“That still happen a lot?” 

“What do you mean, still?” 

“You never slept well back in New York.” 

You’re stunned by the assertion. 

“Not at the beginning,” You agree, “But it got better toward the end there.” 

“Because you saw a way out?” 

“...Maybe that was it,” You agree, “I tried not to think too much about it.” 

Carmy hums thoughtfully. You can hear the murmur of a tv over on his side, too. 

“You okay?” He asks. 

“I’m fine.” 

“You seemed kinda glazed in the kitchen earlier.” 

Your mouth works wordlessly. You can’t even deny it. You clear your throat uncomfortably, pushing yourself off of the couch and striding over to the fridge. 

“Just wasn’t expecting to see that stuff,” You admit.

“Did you like what we did?” 

“In New York?” 

“Yeah.” 

You lean back against your counter, nudging the fridge shut and tucking your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you pull the reusable cork out of your bottle of wine. There’s not much left—no point in bothering with a glass. 

“Not all the time,” You admit before raising the cool glass to your lips. 

“Surprised you liked it any’a the time.” 

You nearly inhale the wine as a laugh overtakes you. 

“What!” You screech once you’ve swallowed roughly. “I did like some of it!” 

“The food wasn’t your style.” 

“...No, I wasn’t,” You agree, “But…I don’t know, it was a good experience. I got out when I needed to.” You consider, then—“Would you still be there if it wasn’t for…You know.” 

“I would.” 

“Wow,” You mutter, “Didn’t even have to think about it.” 

Carmy grunts, then draws in a deep breath. You can practically imagine him scrubbing his hand across his face. 

“...You should get some rest, chef,” You say softly. 

“You ever feel too tired to sleep?” 

“Yeah,” You nod, “it’s the fucking worst. It’s like…Your body’s slow, but your head’s a livewire.” 

“...You gonna be up long?” He asks. 

“I don’t know. Might just be one of those nights.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” 

You figure he’ll let it end there. You’ve never really chased one another down for time, for conversation. But instead of the, Goodnight that you expect, you get, “You want some company?” 

-- 

“I think the cornbread’s ready to come out. Can you just—give it a stab?” You ask, nodding back toward the oven, eyes still set on the cutting board. 

“Give it a stab,” Carmy mutters, couching down by your oven. “That a technical term?” 

“Keep it up, chef, and you’re not getting any.” 

You glance back as you hear the oven door open before turning back to the jalapeño you’re chopping. You step over to the stove, pushing the diced pieces into the pan. 

“Verdict?” You ask. 

“Needs another three minutes.”

“Heard.” 

“You still don’t have to do that.” 

“Force of habit.” 

You glance over as Carmy sets the knife that he used to test the cornbread in the sink. 

“Smells good, chef,” He offers, stepping closer. Your stomach flips as his arm brushes against yours. 

“You don’t have to do that,” You tease. 

“Force of habit.” 

You roll your eyes at the teasing, glancing at Carmy. He’s watching you with a lightness that you’ve never seen. It makes you smile even wider. You shake your head, turning back to the food and pushing the stir fry around the pan, reveling in the delicious scent and sizzle. 

“...I don’t think I’ve ever seen that,” He says. 

“I know we cooked a lotta hoity-toity shit, but I’m almost positive you’ve seen a stir fry before.” 

“I meant you smiling in the kitchen.” 

Your brows raise a bit, gaze still set fastidiously on the food. 

“Didn’t always have a reason to.” 

You see Carmy nod out of your periphery, his hand landing on the counter beside you. The two of you work in steady silence for a couple of minutes before Carmy turns to check the cornbread again. As he does—as the full force of his attention is turned from you, you feel your shoulders sag a little bit. You’ve been so familiar with this man’s scrutiny, but you’ve never been on the receiving end of his…Interest. 

Well, you’re surely getting ahead of yourself. That wasn’t interest, it was just calm. Right? 

Then again, you’re not used to calm from Carmy, either. 

-- 

The tv could be displaying static for all you know. You’re not focused on it. You’re focused on the feeling of Carmy’s shoulder beneath your head, and watching the steady rise and fall of his belly. The two of you are slouched back against the couch, feet up on your coffee table. Your arms are folded tightly around your chest, like you have to keep them from wandering as you’d like. Your eyes drift down to Carmy’s left hand where it’s resting on his thigh.

“...What’s that one?” You ask. It’s a bad idea, but you unwind your arms and run a fingertip over Carmy’s knuckles. You see his fingers flex a little at the touch, as if the hand itself was startled. You feel his head shift against yours, his hand tipping back to give you a better view. 

“Sense Of Urgency,” He ticks off, moving his fore, middle, and ring fingers as he explains the S O U. 

“Mm,” You nod a little. Then, “I thought you’d gone for sous and then wimped out on the last s.” 

Carmy chuckles, mutters, “I did not wimp out.” 

“You never do.” 

The two of you go quiet again. Now that you’ve started slipping your finger along the back of his hand, you can’t bring yourself to stop—and Carmy doesn’t shrug you off or push your hand away. The two of you watch your fingers slip back and forth for a bit before he tips his hand back again, catching your fingertip between his knuckles. The speed and firmness of the motion makes you laugh, surprised. He gives it a squeeze before letting go again. You let your head shift on his shoulders, eye the tv. You blink for a moment before asking, “Are we seriously watching QVC right now?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Is there anything else on?” 

“You’re tellin’ me you don’t want…Whatever the fuck that is? What the fuck is that? Is that a tent or a shirt?” 

You cackle, turning your head into Carmy’s shoulder, looking away from the tv, and away from the oddly structured pink shirt. You’re still giggling when he takes hold of your hand again, intertwining your fingers and pressing his knuckles against your palm. You sweep your thumb along the side of his hand, and feel the both of you draw in deep breaths. 

--  

It starts to happen again. Your world narrows. You’re at work, or you’re home. You don’t see anyone that you don’t work with. You don’t see the few friends you’ve made in the city; you don’t talk to family much. You’re submerged. Your hands grow rough, and your patience wears thin. It’s dark when you leave for work and dark when you head back home. You even spend your days off in the restaurant, trying to find more efficient ways to run the kitchen, from systems to recipes. 

The only friendly conversation you get to make is with Fak, in the odd instance that you’ve had something break down. 

Your latest gear breakdown is inexplicable—your fucking fryer goes down. Your team hardly manages to pull together to get your orders out. Your throat is raw from yelling orders, asking where things are, directing people this way or that. You move at half-speed as you’re cleaning up that evening. Maybe Fak can see the way your weariness shrouds the weak smile you give him. Maybe he doesn’t think it means much when he mentions it to Carmy. Either way, Carmy is waiting for you outside as you lock up the shop. 

You lock the heavy bolt and turn, holding your hand out. Carmy’s brow raises, and he digs into his pocket as he glances from your face to your hand. 

“Thought you were quitting,” He mutters, his own cigarette bobbing between his lips. 

“I know.” 

“What happened to the rubber band?” 

“It snapped and landed in the fryer.” 

He smiles a little, passing you a cigarette and holding up his lighter. You lean in, drawing a deep drag in and groaning softly. You draw it back, muttering, “Fuck,” You as glance at the smoldering tip. 

“That bad, huh?” 

“That bad,” You nod. You keep your eyes set on space over Carmy’s shoulder. You can feel your hand shaking just a little as you raise the cigarette to your lips. Carmy’s eyes sweep your face, settling on your hand. It’s a moment before he’s plucking the cigarette out of your hand, flicking it away. 

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” You manage, exhaling the smoke. You flex your tired hands before rubbing them together against the evening chill. Carmy raises his hand, setting it on your lower back and turning you from the shop with a murmur of, 

“C’mon.”

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Call It What You Want CH 2 (Era's Fest (Love-Square Version) (Final)

It's New Years Day!! (iykyk) Here is chapter 2 of my fic for @theerasfestlovesquareversion As a reminder warning for those that maybe want to skip it, there is a mild sex scene toward the middle of this chapter. I've marked it on AO3, but if you prefer reading on tumblr, it begins around the time that Adrien says he needs a distraction and is over at the next *** break. It's very short and T rated for sure, but if that's not your cup of tea, totally fine.

Anywho, I hope you all had a good New Year! Please check out and support the other works from the Era's Fest and show them some love. I'll see you all again sometime in the near future hopefully with something new. ;)

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Chapter 2

Marinette led the way to a quiet apartment across town, and Adrien quirked an eyebrow as she fit a key in the lock of apartment 613. He followed her in as she flicked on the light and hung her keys on a tiny hook. Seeing his bewildered expression, she flashed him an apologetic smile.

“My grandma rented it for me as a birthday gift. She thought I was graduating university this year. My parents refused to let me live here, but she already signed all the contracts.” Marinette shrugged. “It’s small, but no one should find us here.”

“You mean, you’ve had an apartment since your birthday, but we’ve been putting up with Felix interrupting us at my house for months?” Adrien placed his hands on his hips.

“Well, it’s kind of out of the way. Besides, you only ever get frisky when we’re alone in your room.” She brushed his nose with her fingertip, and his heart skipped a beat. “Make yourself comfortable. I think my grandma has some tea in one of the cabinets.”

Adrien settled on the small pink couch while Marinette rummaged through the kitchen. The entire apartment was one room, but it had everything she needed. A kitchen, a small sitting area, a bed tucked in the corner. The empty walls lacked Marinette’s signature decorative charm, but even still, Adrien felt at ease there. It was just the two of them. No cameras, no microphones, no questions. Safe. It was safe.

“It’s all so strange,” he said. “I’ve never had to be on the run before. When you spend your childhood being marketed to make people like you, it’s terrifying when they don’t anymore. It’s a long fall off the pedestal.”

“It’s not fair. You shouldn’t be blamed for the actions of someone else. I mean, you were fighting against him every day, for crying out loud,” Marinette said around the clanking of glasses as she dug through a cabinet.

“Yeah, but it’s not like we can tell people that.” Adrien sighed.  

“Well, for what it’s worth, I don’t hate you.” Marinette peeked over the counter to offer him a smile.

Adrien leaned against his fist on the arm of the couch. “My reputation’s never been worse, so you must like me for me. I just wish the rest of the world could see what you do.”

“Well, I can’t make you any promises, but I can make you a drink.” She held up two glasses and a bottle of white wine. “Looks like my nonna strikes again. We really should get her memory evaluated.”

“A drink sounds nice right about now.” Adrien stood up. “Although, last time we drank you made fun of the way I say m’lady.”

“Oh, come on, you should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk.” She giggled as she poured. “It just means I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Adrien rolled his eyes and took a glass. “If you weren’t so cute, I’d have been offended, but your impression of me is adorable.”

Marinette mimicked one of his theatrical bows, looking up at him with a smirk. “Why thank you-”

“Don’t.” Adrien sighed.

“M’lady,” she purred.

Adrien took a sip of wine, shooting her a playful glare over his glass. “Bold talk coming from Miraculous Ladybug herself.” Adrien mimicked her transformation stance. “Lucky charm!”

“At least I didn’t come up with my own theme music.” Marinette shot back. She brushed past him, taking a sip of her own glass and heading for the balcony.

Adrien followed, pressing a playful kiss to her cheek before leaning against the railing. It was late, and the city was asleep, the calm a direct contrast to the storm waiting for him back home. It was in the silence that Adrien realized just how impulsive and rash it was to leave without telling anyone, but what else was he supposed to do? He just wanted to put an end to all the endings, but he knew he couldn’t run forever.

Marinette seemed to notice his change in mood and linked her arm through his, resting her head on his shoulder. At least he did one thing right. Even if it was just for a little while, being with her mended his broken bones. She didn’t need fancy stuff, and truthfully, neither did he. Out on the balcony with the girl of his dreams and a cheap bottle of wine — it was enough.

“What would you do,” he asked, swirling his glass thoughtfully. “What would you do if…if my whole world ended down tomorrow?”

Marinette turned to face him, eyebrows knitting together. “Adrien, it will all work ou-”

“Just, answer the question. Please?” He cupped her face. “If the world never forgives me for what my father did…if my ship sinks completely, what would you do?”

She squared her shoulders, taking a deep breath. “I’d ask you to dance with me.” When Adrien’s eyebrows raised at her reply, she continued, “I’d kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down. I’d hold you as the water rushes in. I’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town, or if you strike out and you’re crawling home.”

Adrien had never loved her more than that moment when her earnest, ocean blue eyes were looking in his. His heart fluttered, and he felt like he might sink and drown and die. How could he help himself when she said such beautiful things to him? He leaned down to kiss her, lacing his fingers in her hair. Everyone thought they knew Adrien Agreste, but they knew nothing about his true character. No one bothered to look behind the curtain, preferring to spin whatever narrative they found suitable, but the girl in his arms had seen every side of him. He was hers to keep, and more frighteningly, he was hers to lose. The truth of the matter was he didn’t know what would happen when he went back home. Would he go to London? Would the public put down their pitchforks and proof? He didn’t want to think about it.

He pressed his forehead to Marinette’s with a sigh. “I need a distraction.”

“What kind of distraction?” Marinette asked.

“Any kind. I just…don’t want to think right now.”

“Mmm.” Marinette took a sip from her glass. “Well, as you pointed out when we came in, we do have the place to ourselves, and you conveniently omitted how I made up for making fun of you last time we got drunk.”

“Me-ow, m’lady. You whisked me away in the dead of night and brought me to a secluded apartment. Now, you’re getting me drunk, so you can lure me to bed.” Adrien smirked, holding up his wine. “What kind of cat do you take me for?”

“Oh, well, if you’re not in the mood, I guess I can go back inside and-” Adrien caught her waist as she turned to leave, pulling her back in. “You know, I only made this dress, so you could take it off.”

Adrien’s heart jumped up to his throat, and he took a big gulp of wine to wash it back down.

She smirked behind her glass. “What was it you said earlier? ‘It was going to be a graduation gift, but now’s as good a time as ever’?”

She ran a hand up his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. God, he loved her. She tugged his collar gently, pulling him back into the apartment. His lips found hers, hands moving down her arms and over her hips as they clumsily stumbled over to the bed. Hands shaking with anticipation, he fumbled with the zipper on her dress while her tongue danced around his own. Finally finding his grip, he tugged it down, pulling at the fabric until the dress fell to her ankles. She didn’t waste time unbuckling his belt, and Adrien kicked off his pants as they fell into bed.

Heart pounding, he kissed her neck as she straddled him and lifted his shirt, only pausing to pull it over his head. It was far from their first time, but every time with her felt like the first. The excitement, the anticipation, the warmth of her bare skin against his own. The taste of her lips was Adrien’s idea of luxury. No amount of money in the world could take him quite where she did. She was everything he’d waited for growing up, the one he trusted more than anyone: The queen of his heart, body, and soul.

“Marinette,” he sighed her name like a prayer as she kissed his jaw, running her hands down his abs to tease the rim of his underwear.

She pulled back, flicking her gaze down with a smirk. “Ladybug boxers? I didn’t realize you were such a fan.”

“What can I say? She really has my heart.” Adrien winked.

Marinette met his gaze again, eyes sparkling and warm. Her lips curled into a smirk as she pushed him onto his back, pinning his hands to the mattress, and he gazed up in awe of her beauty. The apartment might be small, but with dark fair falling loose around her shoulders, Marinette was a mansion with a view. His heart pounded as she unclasped her bra and tossed it on the floor, freeing his hands to worship her bare breasts and thighs. The Ladybug boxers and Marinette’s frilly underwear followed suit, and all the pieces fell right into place.

It was enough, for the moment, the softness of her skin, the taste of her lips. Their shaking hands twined, hips moving in perfect sync, turning her bed into a sacred oasis in the middle of a drought. For a few minutes, Adrien’s deepest blues were painted golden, and all he saw was her. She was all he wanted, and no matter what lied ahead of them, he’d never let her go.

***

“The world moves on another day, another drama, but for the people of Paris, all they think about is karma. Gabriel Agreste, former head of the Gabriel fashion brand and the supervillain Hawkmoth, was found guilty after only one day of his scheduled three day hearing. Agreste confessed on the stand to his role as Paris’s supervillain Hawkmoth and was sentenced to life without parole-”

Adrien clicked off the TV, leaning back in bed with a sigh. Marinette slept peacefully beside him in the shirt he’d been wearing the night before. Part of him wanted to curl up beside her and sleep forever, but the morning light trickling in from the windows was a reminder that time marched on. His problems wouldn’t disappear overnight, and the storm was still raging on.

He’d left his phone at home on purpose, so no one could find him. His aunt was probably beside herself with worry, but if Adrien was going to run away from the noise, he wanted to do it on his terms. He could apologize later, but as the birds chirped and the cacophony of traffic sounded below, he knew he’d have to face the world eventually. No one could run forever.

For the better part of his childhood, Adrien had been locked away and hidden from the world. He wasn’t keen on returning to that arrangement, especially not after spending so many years in the sun. Not after meeting his friends and the girl of his dreams. He was tired of running. Sometimes it was better to turn around and face challenges head-on. To strike like a snake hunting its prey. The public all had their receipts and reasons to hate him because of what his father did, but Felix was right. Adrien’s friends would always have his back, no matter what. The right people knew the truth, and that was all he needed. So, they could light him up for all he cared. He had everything he needed.

Marinette’s phone was on the kitchen counter, and Adrien slipped out of bed to retrieve it. He swiped in her passcode — their anniversary — and scrolled through her contacts. With another glance back at Marinette sound asleep, Adrien slipped out onto the balcony, closing the door behind him. Nadja Chamack answered on the third ring.

“Nadja, it’s Adrien Agreste. I’m ready to talk.”

***

An hour later they were dressed and in a taxi headed up town. Marinette squeezed his hand three times, her eyes seeming to ask if he was sure about this. He could tell it was going to be a long road, but he had hope that it would be worth it in the end. Running felt wrong. He was still a hero, even if no one but Marinette knew. Fighting the bad guys was his job, and whether Adrien ran or stood his ground, people were going to talk. He might as well speak his truth and go out on his terms.

When they pulled up to the news station, Adrien’s heart dropped to his feet. Standing just inside the lobby was Aunt Amelie, arms crossed. They locked eyes, but Adrien stood his ground, holding tight to Marinette’s hand. He was sure of this, and he’d do everything he could to convince her. She seemed to realize his resolve because after a moment, she lowered her gaze with a nod.

“I’d ask where you’ve been, but I’m just glad you’re safe,” she said.

“I can’t go to London,” Adrien said.

Aunt Amelie offered him a weak smile. “I know. I didn’t come here to make you.” Adrien’s eyebrows raised, and she continued, “I only wanted to protect you. You’ve been through enough already, but I can’t protect you forever. If this is what you feel is right, then I’ll stand by your decision.”

Adrien pulled her into a crushing hug, leaning his head against hers, and she squeezed him just as tightly. He couldn’t fault her for wanting to shield him from the public outrage. She’d stepped in when every other adult in his family had failed him and taken him in as if he were her own son. He understood her actions, but having her approval meant the world.

“Thank you, Aunt Amelie. For everything,” he said.

“I’ll always be here for you, no matter what happens.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek, wiping a tear before it could spill over.

“Me as well.” Marinette stepped forward to place a hand on his back. “Good or bad, we’ll be right here.”

“M. Agreste? Your dressing room is ready,” the receptionist said.

“Go. You’ve got this.” Marinette nudged him on. “See you after, okay?”

Adrien took a deep breath and squared his shoulders before following the security. His father had taken a lot of things from him over the course of his life. His freedom, his image, his agency. But as the elevator doors closed, Adrien felt a surge of calm wash over him. Gabriel Agreste had no power over him anymore, and he never would again. Healing would take time, but no matter how harsh the fallout became, Adrien was done running. This time he would stand and fight, and he was taking his reputation back with him.

***

In the months following Gabriel’s conviction and Adrien’s interview with Nadja, Adrien and Marinette had taken to keeping to themselves. The disgruntled masses had dwindled over time as his father’s trial became old news, and Adrien could finally breathe a bit of fresh air.  Upon graduating, Marinette moved into the mansion with Adrien and his family while she attended university. Adrien was taking a gap year to figure out what he wanted and mostly just enjoying his freedom. Nobody had heard from him for months, but he was doing better than he ever was. Occasionally, he’d hear an insult or two on the street, but with the girl of his dreams walking with her head down beside him, the insults just rolled right off. They could call him what they wanted to. He had everything he needed by his side.

On New Year’s Eve, Adrien and Marinette hosted a party for all of their real friends who stuck by them, locking the gates to the rest of the world who didn’t. Bass beats rattled the chandelier in the dining room, everyone swimming in a champagne sea as midnight approached. Even Felix had come out of his hovel to socialize. Things weren’t perfect, but they were as good as Adrien could have hoped.

“Pre-countdown shots for everyone,” Alya said, presenting a tray of shot glasses. “You especially haven’t had nearly enough to drink, Adrien.”

“I’m trying to stay in the moment,” Adrien said.

“Well, this moment is taking a shot.” Nino placed a glass in his hand.

“Okay.” Adrien chuckled. “But let me propose a toast first.”

“Fine, make it quick.” Alya rolled her eyes.

“Here’s a toast to my real friends who didn’t care about the he-said-she-said earlier this year.” He wrapped an arm around Marinette’s waist and pulled her closer. “And here’s to my lady for never reading what they call me. And here’s to my aunt, who had to listen to all the drama. And, lastly, here’s to my father…because forgiveness is a nice thing to-” Adrien trailed off with a laugh. “Sorry, I can’t say it with a straight face, but seriously, here’s to you guys!”

“Cheers!” His friends all clinked their glasses together.

“Alright, 1, 2, 3, let’s go bitches! Happy New Year!” Alya shouted, and they all tossed their shots back.

Adrien winced against the burn, but the tingly buzz that followed was nice. He kept hold of Marinette’s hand as their friends moved back to the dance floor for the countdown, pulling her instead out to the foyer.

“Ya know, it might be the alcohol talking, but you’ve never looked more gorgeous,” he said.

Marinette smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and stretching up to kiss him. “You’ve barely even had anything tonight. That’s the first shot you’ve taken.”

“Must be you then.” He nuzzled her cheek, then more soberly added, “I’m just feeling a bit…reflective of everything. I want to remember everyone who stood by me when my world was falling apart. To hold onto the memories. To hold onto you.”

“Adrien.” Marinette cupped his face, and he leaned into her touch.

“Just promise me that you’ll never become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere,” he murmured.

“Of course, I won’t,” Marinette said. “I’ll always stay even when you’re lost, or I’m scared, or you’re turning away. I want your midnights, your Sunday mornings, your Wednesday afternoons. I’ll be here tonight cleaning up bottles with you after everyone goes home. It will always be you and me against the world.”

Adrien touched his forehead to hers, unable to contain his smile as the chants from their friends grew louder.

“10, 9, 8…”

“I love you,” Adrien whispered.

“5, 4, 3…”

“I love you too.” Marinette stretched up until their lips brushed. “Happy New Year, Adrien.”

He closed the distance between their lips, savoring every aspect of that moment. The chorus of cheers from their friends in the other room, the pillowy softness of her lips, the taste of champagne on her breath, even the glitter sparkling on the floor when he pulled her into his arms. For a long time the mansion had felt more like a prison than a home, but after the storms had past, new life had been breathed into every aspect of his life. On his darkest nights, she was always there building fires just to keep him warm, and the towering walls that had once caged him in were now full of warmth and togetherness.  It was a new year, a new life, and although the path forward was uncertain, he knew the people around him would always be there for him. And as for the public’s opinions on his family’s reputation, well, they could call it what they wanted to. He had everything he needed, and they were enough.

[hacked-by-jake]

𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤/𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚

Pairing: Jake x MC [no pronouns / MC is smaller than Jake], The Group.

Genre: Fluff/Humor/ a bit Jake x MC tension (?) (yea it's a genre now)

Words: 588

Warnings: None

A/n: Okay, this was actually meant to be a part of a multi-part fanfiction, how it would be if Jake and MC were also in the house. But multi-part and I, maybe you know, I just can’t get it done, so I don’t know if I will ever write it. Anyway, I like this part and I wanted to post it, so call it scenario, imagine or drabble, I don’t know, it’s just a small snippet. I hope you will like it anyway. Please excuse any mistakes. ❤️

With arms crossed in front of your chest, you lean standing against the kitchen counter, waiting for everyone to sit down at the table so you can start your meeting.

Again and again you look at the stairs and to check if Jake finally comes down, but so far nothing of him is to be seen.

"Wait Dan, I’ll help you," Cleo mumbles as she sees Dan sitting in the wheelchair trying to pull the heavy kitchen chair away to take it's place.

You make a painful grimace as the hobby baker pulls the chair over the light wooden floor and a squeak sounds which could burst your eardrum.

Immediately the brown-haired also gets criticism thrown against the head by the other group members and a confused shouting begins.

"Hello, can you all please be quiet?" you call out loudly in between: "That's not helpful at all and besides, we don’t have time for it, we have to start the meeting!"

"Hacker man is not even here yet," Dan complains immediately, which is why you roll your eyes: "Yes, but... -"

The bearded interrupts you by repeating your words and taking the same pose as you. The arms crossed in front of the chest and rolling his eyes: "Yes but- Yes, but, he is pretty! And such a great guy. And he has a lot to do and has to sit at his computer and work. Besides, I’m totally addicted to him, so he can do anything he wants."

Immediately you want to defend yourself against his words to make him, or rather yourself, realize that this is not true at all, but someone else answers faster than you.

"Thank you, Dan, I’m honored." Jake’s voice can be heard to your right, so you turn your head to him with big eyes.

As always dressed in full black, he stands in the door. His gaze is monotonous and doesn’t reveal many emotions, but you can see how the right corner of his mouth slightly wants to twitch up to mimic a little smile.

Immediately all other voices fall silent and an unpleasant quietness spreads over you.

You bite your lower lip and quickly look on the floor so as not to burst into resounding laughter until Jake’s calm voice turns to you and makes you look at him again.

"Please excuse my delay, I had to investigate something important."

"Is everything okay?" you ask, immediately concerned it could be related to his pursuers.

"Yes, it is, there's nothing to worry about." he assures and approaches you.

You turn to grab the coffee cup that’s standing behind you on the counter: "I made us a coffee before we start," you explain to him before handing him the black cup.

A light smile runs over his lips as he stops pretty close to you and looks deep into your eyes.

You have to bend your head back a little to still be able to look at him too.

"Thank you, MC" he breathes softly and reaches for the cup.

His hands touch yours and immediately your heart threatens to explode.

Your eyes are caught by his and you feel hypnotized by his smell.

Your hands are still touching as he slowly takes the cup out of your hands and looks down at the floor until he finally moves away but then also leans fairly close to you against the kitchen counter.

You shake your head to fully return to reality.

Jake clears his throat, then opens the meeting: "All right. Let us begin."

[avatarmerida]

Huntlow height difference from willows pov

If you wanted it written in first person I’m sorry but I simply can’t write that style very well but I hope this is just as good anon

———

“Hey Hunter, can you come get the cake pan off the top shelf for me?” Willow called from the kitchen. Hunter eagerly hopped off the coach and sprang into the next room to assist her.

“Here ya go,” he said as he carefully handed her the glass pan. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“Hmm I don’t think so,” said Willow, reading the recipe. “Oh, wait I think the brown sugar is up high as well. If you wouldn’t mind-.”

“On it!” said Hunter effortlessly bringing the bag down to her.

“Thank you,” smiled Willow taking the bag from him and setting it on the counter.

“If you want I could stick around in case there’s anything else you need that’s high up,” said Hunter, leaning against the counter attempting to look as causal as possible. “I could also help chop up the apples.”

“Sounds good to me,” smiled Willow, grateful for the help and the excuse to spend time with Hunter. She got a spare apron from beside the stove and Hunter ducked down so she could place it over his head like a medal. “I can start beating the eggs, just let me know if I’m in your way okay?”

“You could never be in my way,” Hunter assured as he tightened the bow around his waist (trying not to blush at the fact that Willow had given him one that read “Kiss the Cook” on the front) and the two began their work. The kitchen wasn’t big by any means, but the pair didn’t mind the lack of counter space. This had become their routine. By constantly offering to help Willow, Hunter found that he enjoyed the rhythm and method of baking. It was calming.

And the company wasn’t bad either.

They both worked side by side in silence, focused on their task. Willow began to him quietly under her breath, a habit she didn’t notice but Hunter adored.

“I think it needs cinnamon,” Hunter murmured to himself as he slid to the side to reached up into the cupboard above Willow. She was so focused on her own project she didn’t notice he had moved until she went to turn around to check if she had preheated the oven and found Hunter standing over her.

She sometimes forgot how tall he was. Had he gotten taller since they’d gotten here? Maybe his posture had just gotten better. But looking up him now with a view of his jawline highlighted by the kitchen light, Willow was grateful that she always conveniently forgot to remind Mrs. Noceda to pick up a step stool when they were out shopping.

“Oh, here it is,” said Hunter to himself as he found what he was looking for. He placed his other hand back on the counter as the other held the cinnamon as he looked back down to meet Willow’s gaze and realized he was standing over her. “Oh, sorry! I-I didn’t mean to-.”

“Oh it’s totally fine,” Willow squeaked. “Um could you see if the green spatula is up there?”

“Oh yeah of course,” he said as he continued to search, moving jars and cans around. “Hmm, sorry I don’t see it...”

“Oh, silly me it’s right here,” said Willow, as she miraculously found the mentioned spatula sitting beside her hand all along. There was something about having to look up to him made Willow want to reach up pull him down to her level to... help him hear her better.

“Oh, good,” said Hunter with a smile as he went back to his station as he combined Willow’s mixture with his own to send to the oven. “Well, let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

“Ya know it’s kind of funny,” said Willow as she placed the dishes in the sink. “Mrs. Noceda is barely taller than I am, I don’t understand how these things end up so high.”

“I mean, if you’ve got the storage, might as well use it right?”

“I guess,” chuckled Willow. “But I really appreciate you helping me, I don’t know how I’d do it without you.”

“Well, I know how much you love baking so it’s really no trouble at all,” said Hunter, admiring the way she cleaned her glasses with the end of her apron. “Anything to help, ya know?”

———

“Oh, Mrs. Noceda, please allow me,” said Hunter, swooping in as Camila began emptying to dishwasher. “Let me put those away for you.”

“Oh, why thank you mijo,” she said, allowing Hunter to take the clean baking pan from her. “Do you need a step stool? You don’t need to put them up so high.”

“Well, I figured you have the storage why not use it, right?”

[fanficshiddles]

Out Of The Darkness, Chapter 10

‘Loki?’ Grace whispered tiredly as she lifted her head.

‘I’m here, petal.’ He whispered back, smoothing her hair out of her face.

He still had her cradled on his lap, it had been a few hours since she’d passed out in sheer exhaustion.

‘Did… did you get what you needed?’ Her voice had never sounded so small.

‘We did. Thanks to you for being so strong and brave.’ Loki smiled.

Grace shook her head. ‘No, not strong or brave. Everything he did, he made me do, I just did it. I didn’t fight back.’ Tears began to fall down her cheeks.

‘No, no.’ Loki cupped her face and turned her face towards him. ‘You are the bravest being I have ever met. Knowing that there were memories hidden, that you didn’t want to remember, but letting them come to life again anyway to try and help others… There’s nothing else that could make you stronger.’

‘But you… you’ve seen everything that he had me do. How can you see me like that?’ She cried, all the memories that had returned to her were swirling around her mind.

Loki used his thumbs to wipe away her tears. He leaned in and kissed her forehead softly.

‘Because even after everything he did, and made you do, for years… You’ve come out the other side and are trying to help other people, no matter how painful it is for you. And what he made you do, it doesn’t define you.’

‘But… all of that… disgusting things.’

‘It’s ok, it wasn’t you. You will never have to endure any of that, ever again.’ Loki said determinedly as he put a hand at the back of her head and cradled her in against his chest.

Something that she had pushed out of her mind had been times where Kilgrave made her do disgusting sexual acts for him. And Loki had seen them all… It made her feel so sick, remembering it all. But knowing that Loki knew what she’d done now too…

‘I give you my word, petal. I will never share what I saw with anyone. And it doesn’t change how I see you, or what I think of you. If anything, it makes me admire you even more with your strength.’ Loki could tell her mind was racing, thinking about what Loki had seen.

He gave her some more time to take everything in and gather herself. Then he took her to the kitchen to get something to eat, knowing she would be hungry and she really needed to eat. She didn’t want to, feeling sick, but she knew deep down that she had to and she was just over hungry.

Loki made her some macaroni cheese, he’d learned that was one of her favourite dishes. And he was pretty good at cooking.

‘Thank you, Loki… For everything.’ She said when he sat down with her to eat at the island counter.

‘You don’t need to keep thanking me, petal. Anything I can do for you, I will.’ He put his hand over hers briefly, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

After eating, of course Grace headed outside to do some gardening to clear her mind. Loki had some things to do with the team, but he made sure she was ok and had her music on before he left her. He made sure to check in on her every so often, she made him smile when he found her singing to the plants.

-

‘The things he made her do…’ Loki had to take a deep breath as his fists clenched hard.

‘But she’s safe now.’ Thor assured him.

‘Wait till I get my hands on that asshole.’ Loki snarled angrily.

‘Loki, you will not kill him. We need to catch him, alive. So he can pay for what he’s done.’ Steve said.

‘He can pay with his life.’ Loki snapped.

‘I’m not totally against what Loki is suggesting. He doesn’t deserve to live on this earth.’ Clint said while he was sharpening his arrows.

‘We don’t take lives, we rescue lives. If we can contain him, he can serve his life in prison.’ Natasha said.

‘And if we can’t contain him?’ Loki folded his arms over his chest and glared at Natasha.

‘Then… we do the next best thing and… kill him, I suppose.’ She shrugged.

‘Nat!’ Steve glared over at her.

‘Well, if we can’t contain him then we can’t just leave him running around out there. Loki’s not wrong in that he doesn’t deserve to live, though keeping him contained for the rest of his life would be the best option.’ Natasha said.

‘Or maybe we can change his views and have him on our side.’ Tony suddenly piped up with from the other side of the lab.

Loki’s head shot up to glare at him, his eyes blazing in anger. He started crossing the room towards him. ‘What did you just say?’

‘You heard what I said.’ Tony glared back at him.

‘That is not EVER going to be an option. You have no idea what he has done to Grace, what he’s done to other people.’ Loki snarled angrily.

‘We’ve all done bad things, Loki. But now look at us.’ Tony shrugged.

Loki launched for Tony, but Thor grabbed Loki and held him back.

‘Anything we’ve done does not compare to that monster. If you dare even think about that again I will rip your head off straight after I’ve ripped his off.’ Loki warned before backing off.

The team looked at one another nervously. Tensions were high now, they knew it would be worse when they actually caught Kilgrave.

‘You are all fools if you think anything but death is what he deserves. Grace has only told you all a tiny fraction of what she’s endured. What that… beast has done to her, is unforgivable. The pain he’s put her through, mentally and physically, if you all saw it, you wouldn’t even be considering anything else for him.’ Loki said before storming out of the lab, not helping them with what he’d been asked there for in the first place. He was so angry, he had to go throw some daggers.

-

That evening, Grace came inside and found Loki reading in the library.

‘Hey.’ She said quietly as she stood by the door.

‘Hey, petal. Are you ok?’ Loki bookmarked his place and put his book down.

She shrugged. ‘I guess so… Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you while you’re reading.’ She went to leave again but Loki stopped her.

‘Not at all. I just couldn’t bear being around those imbeciles for a second longer. But I can bear being around you.’ He grinned and patted the sofa next to him.

Grace smiled and joined him. He put his arm around her instantly, and was glad when she leaned into him straight away too. He kissed the top of her head, making her heart skip a beat.

‘How’s your garden?’ Loki asked, slowly stroking her upper arm.

‘Good… Vegetables and flowers are really growing.’

‘It’s all the tender love and care you’re giving them… And I’m sure your singing is helping too.’

She whipped her head round to look at him, eyes wide. ‘You know I do that?’

Loki chuckled. ‘I have heard you once or twice. I wouldn’t give up your day job… But not completely horrible to listen to, which is why the plants are thriving.’ He winked at her.

‘Good save.’ Grace laughed and elbowed him playfully.

‘So what’s made them imbeciles tonight?’ She asked.

‘Just usual stuff.’ Loki sighed.

‘You seem more pissed off than usual.’ Grace noted.

‘You can tell?’ Loki raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Grace nodded.

‘It’s just Stark being absolutely ridiculous with some new tech, that would likely blow this whole place up. He’s too thick to see big mistakes sometimes.’

‘Ah… The place blowing up would be a bit of an inconvenience wouldn’t it?’ Grace giggled.

‘It would indeed. We’d need to find somewhere else to live.’ Loki chuckled.

Grace closed her eyes as she leaned into Loki, just feeling safe and content. When she was with him, her thoughts and memories didn’t plague her in quite the same way. It was like he was a shield for her, too.

‘I was thinking, perhaps I could try and help train you to train your mind.’ Loki said after a moments silence.

‘What do you mean by that?’ She asked, keeping her eyes closed.

‘Well, I can teach you some techniques that will strengthen your mind. To help you be able to fight off any… unwanted visitors to your mind. Such as myself or others. If it would help to make you feel more secure, that is.’

Grace opened her eyes again and looked up at him. ‘That would be good… thank you.’

Loki smiled down at her and kissed the tip of her nose, making her giggle again. He was so relieved that she wasn’t completely shut down and back to square one after he invaded her mind. She was so much stronger than she gave herself credit for.

He was so proud of her.

And he told her so, just as she fell asleep curled up against his side.