#if i buy a bag of chips it is not gone for the day im having it 4-5 times before i need to get more

[butchtaurus]

literally have to hide all the food in the house cause this 50yr old man eats the same amount as 4 teenage boys and he doesn’t buy any groceries bcuz when he brings anything home he eats it all himself in 4 days

we had a barely open box of ramen noodles and it’s literally all gone within 3 weeks, i maybe had 1 or 2, when that would usually last us 6-8 months bcuz we don’t eat it often. you think he’s gonna buy another one? absolutely not

[mossmotif]

grocery clerk suguru x youtuber reader... we r officially walking people (we r holding hands btw) @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat i hope u dont mind being tagged but i know u were excited about this!!

OK! so this is such a specific concept but it is so very special to me. i imagine suguru working as a clerk with one of those cute little aprons some stores sometimes have their employees wear. so he's got this little job but then later at home he likes messing around online.

yes guys, im making him a little streamer in this au i couldn't help myself. (what games he likes to play specifically i'm not too sure about yet, but i think he likes to stream a variety of things!) he's got a small audience but he's found that it's a cool way for him to decompress so he really enjoys it!

anyway back to the reader. you come into the store suguru works at pretty frequently, with an array of impressively well picked groceries almost every single time. he likes to play this little game when gets bored on shift where he guesses what people are cooking based on what they buy, and you're by far his favourite any time he plays it.

it's a little embarrassing to admit, but you're kind of the best part of his week. always so kind even on days he notices you're in a rush or stressed out, bidding him a good day after you're done bagging your items, a small smile on your lips the few times you raise your head to look at him.

suguru notices that you seem to favor him anytime he's at the registers, feeling an odd sort of pride whenever he spots you scanning the lines and choosing his every-time. call him delusional, but it sort of becomes hard to ignore when you choose him even when a register with a much shorter line is available.

for some reason he's found it strangely difficult to break the ice with you, finding it hard to secede from his practiced script in the short time the two of you share a space. the most deviation he's been able to muster in the past weeks has been asking you if you'd like to sign up for the store's rewards card.

subconsciously searching for something to point out casually takes him a few troubling days, but he finally conjures something in the spur of the moment. right as he's handing you back your cash, suguru notices the vibrant colour of your nails; they're different from last months.

"I like your nails," he mentions quickly, semi distracted by the upcoming customer already beginning to place their items on the belt.

You look up from your bagging and Suguru is able to literally catch the way your face brightens, fixated on the flash of your teeth and the crinkle of your eye. It's the first time he's seen your cheeks rise up so high, delightfully different from the subtle smiles you've granted him till now.

"Thank you," you reply, a laugh laced into your voice. And then you're gone again, throwing a sincere good bye over shoulder, bag hung over your arm, and stepping out the automatic doors.

the interaction is short, brief enough to have suguru thinking about it the rest of the day. latching onto it enough that he finally buys that nail polish remover he's been needing to wipe away the chipped mess on his own fingertips. and maybe he repaints them new with you in mind.

it goes on like this for a little while. you notice the new colour on suguru the next time you see him and compliment it. he does the same for yours, mentioning how close it is to one of his favourite shades. actively holding back from slyly commenting on how you've been subtly matching it to his preferences based on your short conversations. blue, green, black; anything he mentions makes a subtle cameo onto the design of your nails in the following weeks or so.

he never explicitly mentions you during his little streams, but suguru does have this thing where he'll mention craving a specific food that's related to what he'd seen you buy that specific afternoon to his chat. it's fun to mention it to his few viewers, sometimes they'll recommend him tutorials on how to make certain things or even share their own recipes. it often ends rather jokingly, with crazy inedible recipes no one would dare follow, but some times it can be rather wholesome.

one night, he gets off stream and actually decides to check a few of them out. aimlessly scrolling through both the serious and unserious suggestions.

he never would have imagined recognizing your nails, jewelry, and voice after typing in the title of a video and pressing on it.

turns out the reader makes content themselves! they've got this semi-popular cooking channel they've been growing for the past two years or something like that. i like to think it started off as something sort of accidental for you. like one of your close friends liking your cooking so much that they beg you to share it.

then you just kind of picked up the habit of making different types of videos by following a vague schedule. you found yourself really enjoying the process of making the food and sharing the way you did it with people. one of your favourite parts is reading the comments of your videos and seeing how people's food turned out for them, if they liked the taste or if they cooked it for someone else.

it's been a motivator to indulge in your groceries a little more. eventually you switch over to buying at the more expensive grocery store more often in order to purchase higher quality ingredients.

it helps that you meet geto there, the cute clerk who has a sweet voice.

you grow to enjoy him being part of your routine. a small part of you even believes him ringing you up adds a dash of luck to how your cooking will turn out that week.

the more you've frequented, the chattier he's gotten, gracing you more with that silken voice of his. it almost reminds you of a warm meal.

but this afternoon seems odd.

geto can't seem to stop staring at your hands today.

[nattyluvs]

PINK ROSES - chapter 12

felix paces around his living room, double checking every single little thing, nervous out of hid mind.

he didnt even understand, this isnt even thag serious? people came to his house as a child all the time, a few playdates, cousins, family friends, though it was never a girl, or rather, a girl he was starting to like.

he proceeded to walk towards fhe bathroom mirror to check his appearance one more time until he heard the doorbell's ringing. straightening out his shirt a little, he went to go answer the door.

standing at the door was yn, with her outfit a little more comfortable than usual, also sith a backpack strapped to her back. "looking beautiful as always" was in the back of his mind.

"hi yn..um you can put your bag anywhere, but dont take your shoes off because we're going somewhere." he said, gesturing for her to walk a little further into the house.

"oh, okay! where are we going?" she asked, setting her bag down by couch. she took another glance around the apartment-like place, tidy and clean.

"better than my dorm atleast." she thought before turning to felix while he started talking.

"ah, actually i was hoping we could bake some cookies if you dont mind. i need some ingredients though so we have to go to the store." felix spoke, voice muffled a bit due to looking through cabinets.

they walked side by side to the grocery store a few blocks away. it was a little chilly, and they probably could've gone to the campus store but its 10x more expensive.

"i didnt think it was gonna be this cold.." yn suddenly confessed, rubbing her arms a little.

"here,"

felix reached into his pocket and put his hand into hers, handing her two hand warmers.

"i was going to use them when i got cold, but you need them more. it wouldnt be nice to let my guest be cold now would it?" he turned to her and smiled

"right, thank you."

they arrived shortly at the grocery sotre, scanning through the isles and grabbing all sorts of stuff, chocolate chips, sugar, flour.

about to turn into another isle, yn stopped to look at a certain isle corner.

"look they have flowers, im totally gonna buy a bouquet." she pointed out, grabbing the boquet of pink roses on the stand.

"pink roses are my favorite too, actually." felix confessed out of nowhere, making yn smile a bit. he offered to carry the roses for her as they headed into another isle.

hearing a notification from her phons, yn pulled it out of her pant pocket and starting to type.

distracted by her phone, walking and texting had her accidently bump into somebody, making her phone go flying.

hazardly she went to pick up the phone, no damage being done thankfully. she turned to the person bumped into snd gave a quick apology.

"ah, im sorry about tha-huh? taehyun?" suddenly suprised at the man stood infront of her was someone she knew.

"yn? i havent seen you in so long, how are you doing?" taehyun spoke, equally suprised to see someone familar.

their conversation peaked felixs intrest, suddenly not so interested in the types of sugar infront of him.

seeing them talk so openly and freely made him..envious. not jealous, envious. he wished him ans yn could talk so comfortably that way one day.

wait..what? felix never even stopped to wonder why they even know eachother. he was caught up in his thoughts until he heard yns voice talking to jim again.

"sorry felix, we got caught up talking abit, this is taehyun, he goes to witney high with niki, beomgyu, and them you know?" felix failed to notice the way taehyun's eyes lit up at the mention of a certain someone.

"ohh, i see nice to meet you taehyun."

"nice to meet you too felix, so, you guys go to the university across the way?"

"yup" yn responded "were just hanging out you know? wanna relax a little before a bunch of hard studying comes."

"i see, goodluck on your test, study hard."

felix nodded a little, and then started to emternally panic when taehyun leaned down to whisper something in yn's ear. he couldnt figure out what he was saying, or what yn's response was, but he decided not to make anything of it.

after a little more talking, taehyun left while yn and felix left aswell.

on the walk back, felix was entirely confused. were they dating? no, they didnt even kiss and were to awkward with eachother. and what did he even say to her? its not like he could ask, that would just be nosy.

suddenly starting to drop the silence, felix began to speak

"you know, we carry around flowers snd groceries while we walk together people will think we are married." felix's inner thoughts that should have never been said aloud was spoken.

"i hope we do."

"what?"

"nothing, with how old you look people will think youre my dad."

"excuse you? i dont even look that old, youre just playing with me!"

"are you doing anything this weekend?" yn asked, curious as to whether she could stay a bit in the morning or leave as soon as she wakes up.

"not really, i have an audition and an interview for a dance position though" felix said, taking the last batch of cookies out the oven.

"speaking of that, i have something to ask you, and i might aswell ask you since you're here."

yn turned her head, curious to what he could possibly ask related to an interview. she didnt have experience in that kind of thing.

"do..you know how to tie a tie." felix softly spoke, head looking doen in shame.

yn burst out in laughter, "thats it? you dont know how to tie a tie??"

"stop, its not funny, i just never got taught how, my mom always did it for me."

"good thing i happen to know how, put the shirt on so you dont have to put the tie on seperately."

felix nodded, walking away into his room to change into his interview outfit. slowly but surely, he walked out with some nice clothes on and the untied-tie in hand.

"why do you need to dress up for a dancer interview anyway?"

"hey, i may be applying to be a dancer, but its still like a big company, i have to make the impression." felix spoke, handing her the tie.

"makes sense"

she walked closer to where he was standing, tir in hand. she proceeded to wrap the tie under his collar, not realizing how close they were.

after the tie was finished, they both slowly looked up at eachother. felix's eyes couldnt focus on one spot. hn was unable to look away, his gaze capturing her. they stared at eachother so long she couldve counted all his freckles. they finally pulled away after awhile,

"sorry, i zoned out." "me too, dont worry about it."

"hey, i have a spare bed but theres only hardwood floor in here, ur gonna have to sleep in my room."

"no its fine! the hardwood floor isnt gonna be that bad."

"no, you might have back pain in the morning and itll be my fault, here its already set up in my room"

inside felixs room was his bed, with the set up bed on the floor next to it, yn went to the bathroom to put on some pajamas, shortly coming back to lay in the bed.

she sat there on her phone a bit, while felix was turning the lights off and locking the doors.

shortly, he came back to set the phone down on the bed, while starting to strip of his clothes.

"woah, im still in here you know."

"im only taking my shirt off i promise, i cannot sleep with one on."

she wasnt very curious until she took a little perk from her phone screen, seeing felix and his defined abs standing infront of the bed. god damn, holy shit, does this man work out for a living? he cant even carry bags of groceries??

letting those thoughts fly away for now, she put her phone to charge as felix turned the lights off.

"goodnight yn"

"goodnight, lixie"

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[rainy-sys]

rainy willow’s little list of source memories (long post,,!)

once, in the human realm, luz was trying to teach us how to bake, because she had heard that a couple of us had never even had cookies! hunter and gus ended up eating all the chocolate chips from our batter and our bags and they both got super sick,, i brought them both some soup later and hunter was laying face down on the couch while gus was leaning against it with his head back,,, gus told me he wasn’t going to have the soup, and hunter didn’t react (he could have been sleeping,, which he deserves), but i found two empty bowls in the sink later,, gus said “HE DRANK THE SOUP. LIKE A CUP OF MILK”, which sounds accurate,, i think he had both of them,,, i noticed both of them were seemingly sleeping when i came in, so i decided to keep singing to myself (which i was doing when i was making the soup originally), so im not sure if those two heard that, but i hope they didn’t, i was rusty that day (hence why soup was being made anyway)! gus says that hunter drank both things of soup because he knew i made them, but i’m not sure, ehe,,!

i raise to you: hunter talked to me so much when he was reading cosmic frontier,, i think i remember a couple characters, but mainly one’s character motives,, he ranted on and on and it was really nice to just listen to him talk about something so happily,,! he also once went on an errand run with camila and she took him to the library,, he found the rest of the cosmic frontier series there, plus checked out a couple more books about plants, birds, and other nature-y things,, luz and gus say he did that to impress me, which makes me blush, but i think the bird one was more aimed at flapjack, ehe,,,!

speaking of flapjack,, i remember that i made him a little nest once, but he never used it because he deemed hunters hair and neck space to be more comfortable,,

we went to see horror movies a couple times,,! the first time was shown in an image at the end of thanks to them, but the second time we brought camila with us, and she accidentally instinctually threw her shoe at the screen because she got so worked up,, we uh,, had to leave the theater, but we saw the rest of the movie when it came out,,!

gus took a bite of luz’s azura dvd and camila had to go buy a new one,, he felt awful both physically and emotionally for days after!

amity and luz went on dates a couple times, but every time they’d go out, the rest of us would hide specific items and wait to see how long it would take for someone to notice they were gone, hehe,,! >:]

gus saw a human realm squirrel for the first time and Flipped Out

amity learned that cat videos are a thing and she Loves Them

i liked watching funny or scary videos with hunter,, he’d either laugh for five minutes straight or point out how dumb a joke was, or when it was a horror video, he’d pretend he wasn’t scared at all, and without fail, every time, a jumpscare would scare the crap out of him right after,,,!!

there was a time that we went to the dog park because luz realized that we hadn’t seen dogs really and ghost did Not like it there,,

(i will be doing another one of these when i remember more!!)

[44doggyriver]

Word girl in Leslie’s Allergy

  Narrator Listen for the words allergy and rash. One sunny day in Our boutique city Becky bosfurd aka Wordgirl is at her house with Bob aka Captain huggy face. Becky/wg Bob be quiet Pretty princess is on don't eat so loud. Bob/HOok squeak. Becky /word girl Yes i know you  have a new peanut flavored snack puff but you being so messy it's been  years since we moved out of  mom and dad's house you need to be cleaner where not kids any more.  Bob/ Chf Sighs  Narrator  Meanwhile Mr.Big is on his way back from year round flower shop to pick up an order of flowers in the shape of a bunny head to decorate his penthouse office while Leslie is just arriving at work for the day.  Mr. Big Good morning Lelsie, I got a new flower for the office . Leslie Good mmorn-n-n  achoo, achoo achoo, morning  s-sir. Mr. Big Blessyou Leslie.  Leslie  Thankyou s- achoo sir. Mr big  Leslie i  need you to take these flowers to the longe  and to the  desk room. Leslie  achoo  achoo yes sir.

 Oh dear, looks like Leslie has the sniffles meanwhile at Becky's house  Becky/wg Bob That's enough snacks you had 2 party size bags of chips and candy  soda  2 bucks of fried chicken and french fries and  2 cakes! Bob/CHF o eeeek aahh. Becky/wg IT your fault you have a stomach ac you stay here but remember tomorrow we start our week with Mr big and Leslie.  We've done a week with  every other  ex villain except them. Today is Sunday, our last day with LDR,well it's mine. I tell her you're sick but take medicine, no more junk food, only healthy and stay in bed. Narrator Back at Mr. BIgs penthouse office Leslies siffles only got worst.Mr.Big Um Leslie   are you feeling ok today you've been sneezing a lot and um uh you have red bumpy spots on your feet, neck, hands, chest and face. Leslie Yes sir i'm just a bit sneezeie and itchy because I’m  aller-Mr big ok then go finish your list Leslie  sighs Yes sir.. Narrator That night Becky returns home to Bob who's no longer sick. Becky/wg Good to see you feeling better Bob go to bed early to help finish your recovery ok. Ep ook ahh  e week epk.Becky/wg Good night love you too. Narrator back at the penthouse office Mr big and Leslieare leaving for the day. Mr Big good buy Leslie see you tomorrow when you're not sick  come on squishy bunny it time for night night. Leslie Go-o achoo achoo achoo goodnight sir see you then sighs only if he'd listen that I'm not sick but that I have an allergy to something in his office. Narrator: You do Leslie what are you allergic to. Leslie whispers to the narrator. Oh so that your allergic to mr big isn't having it is well good night. Narrator   The next day at Mr.Big's penthouse office when Leslie arrives at work Wordgirl and Captain Huggy face her along with her boss. Wordgirl Hello Leslie how are you today? Leslie Hello  Wordgirl,sir im g-go-o-o Achoo,Achoo,AChoo grumbles and scratches her arms, legs , neck and face. Wordgirl Leslie, are you ok? You seem to be coming down with something. Leslie Yeah i'm f-f-f achoo achoo , I guess I'll have to quit sorry sir I have an allergy to . Mr.Big What no Leslie You can't quit I need you!  Leslie Sorry sir but  I cant keep working here if I keep sneezing and getting this rash.  Huggy squeak eek ook. Word girl Good question huggy a allergy means your body doesn't like something like how leslie is sneezing and has a rash but she's not sick she has a allergy.Huggy ook eep oo Word girl a rash is when your skiing gets red and bumpy and really itchy.  Narrator Two days later they  are still trying to find what Lelsies allergic to. But it was getting dark and Lelie was still too itchy and sneezie to tell them her allergy.   Narrator Thursday soon rolled around and Leslie was getting her things packed to leave. It was her last day working for Mr Big. Word girl  Leslie  Lets go get some lunch. Mr.Big I’ll miss you  when you're gone Leslie I won't have another assistant like you Leslie  I'll  miss you too sir thank you. Once they left the office word girl knowdeised  something  happened.Word girl Hey Leslie you're not sneezing any more. Mr.Big Yeah so what are you allergic to Les? Leslie  I’m allergic to flowers. Mr Big Flowers really Leslie well let's get them out of the office and clean up any pollen, so you can stop sneezing and your rash will go away for good.    Narrator so Mr Big Wordgirl and Huggy got the flowers cleared out of Mr Bigs office.  Word girl Mr.Big is glad to keep you here Leslie.She said as  she put ointment on Leslies rash  in  a bathroom in Mr bigs skyscraper   since leslies rash had spread to under her close and she was only wearing a bra and  panties. Leslie, I'm glad too.   Word girl Once you   get dressed Mr. Big Huggy and I will meet you in  Mr Big’s office so you can take  some medicine for your  sneezing problem . As Leslie  grabbed her pants and shirt of the coat hook on the bathroom wall. Once she entered mr bigs office he gave her some grape bubble  gum allergy medicine . Narrator   After some lunch and a nap Leslie started to look and feel better and Wordgirl and Huggy help Mr.big keep his favorite employee see you next time on another   adventure of  WORDGIRL!

[heyaeolus]

Control Freak Tendencies III

With: Iwaizumi Genre: angst to fluff Warnings: swearing, going off on your strict diet, some parts could be taken as... weight-shaming?? Just a lot of stuff with diet and your own weight ;-; I don't want to offend someone who doesn't want to read this so I'm being extra careful on the warnings im sorry

One of the biggest perks of dating Iwaizumi is your lifetime membership to his services. Having a personal trainer anywhere you go, someone to look after your diet and all those little nitpicky things you often overlooked.

Hajime could be very sweet if he permits. It reflects on the way he watches over you strictly.

These days, you have been seriously stressed with work. The busy days for the office have begun and you've been hustling everyday non-stop. It often comes down to you coming home lifeless and feeling lonely. Often with times like these, you seek comfort through potato chips, ice cream, and chocolates so you do as your heart desires.

The only problem is, Hajime thinks otherwise. The first time you got the tub of ice cream out of the fridge in the middle of the night, he appeared out of nowhere. “Uh-uh, babe. Not this time and not until the weekend. You promised,” he yanks the tub out of your grasp and puts it back in the fridge. Leaning against the door to secure it from you. The pout on your lips was clear evidence of disappointment from you, but you did promise him that all cheat foods can only be consumed on the weekends. So with a heavy heart, you gave up the fight.

“Fine. But can I get cuddles?” you wiggled your brows at your boyfriend. And frankly, you don't know how his ears still redden whenever you ask so earnestly about things people in romantic relationships usually do. He swiftly averts his gaze from you, nodding, nonetheless.

Then it happened again on Wednesday of the same week. You were just so done with your boss making you do all the work for him. And you only wanted a nip of that chocolate bar but Hajime didn't let you. He snatched the bar before you could even rip it open.

“Don't be so hard-headed,” he knocks your forehead jokingly, “Weekends, remember?”

“Just a bite. To relieve stress,” you frown at him.

“No, princess. Remember when I spoiled you back then? It was so hard getting back in shape, right?” he reminds you of your miserable, 'I-can't-run-even-a-hundred-meter' phase. It did help to make you back down on the cravings but it worsened that sad feeling inside you. That night, you lie awake in bed, brain buzzing with so many thoughts.

On Monday, the next week, you had another episode of your stress cravings. To your surprise, the cheat stack in your cupboard is gone. The ice cream at the back of the fridge? Also gone. The chocolates? Nowhere to be found.

You heard a chuckle from your back. Turning, you saw Hajime staring at you. “I knew you'd do that again so I didn't buy any this week as a precaution,” he said, making you frustrated. “You are so annoying,” you grumbled, pushing past him and heading to your bedroom.

He tailed on your end with an offended scowl, “What? I'm only looking out after you!”

“Okay? Then? Wasn't I supposed to live off of my own will?” you retaliate, feeling the stress flowing out of you as you shout at Hajime.

“We have rules!”

“Damn those rules!” You covered yourself with your blanket and refused to talk with him for the rest of the night.

Needless to say, it carried on until the next day. You woke up, washed up, and left the house without saying even a word to Hajime. And he did the same, he was right anyways. Or he believes so.

You didn't mean to, but that night, you ended up in a ramen store with a bag of sweets in your hand. You sent a text to Iwa beforehand saying you'd be home late because of work. When you ate alone then, you felt so free compared to when you ate with Iwa at home. Maybe it was the ramen but you felt your shoulders lighten after the hearty meal. It was so relieving that you found yourself back in there the next day.

And the next.

Then, come Thursday you were still there after work hours. During these days, you always found Iwa waiting for you in the living room watching random shows on TV. He would always ask if you'd already eaten even if you were sure he knew you did.

When Friday came, your feet were already carrying you towards your usual dining place before you knew it. What surprised you though is Iwaizumi standing right before the doors of your building, searching for you in the crowd. Seems like he is here to put a stop to your usual dinner galore. You sighed, already dejected to the scolding you're about to get.

“Hey,” you greeted Hajime glumly.

“Are the sweets that important?” he asks. You weren't wrong after all. He's here to berate you for losing track of your diet.

You looked up to answer him. To your surprise, his eyes weren't judging you at all. Instead they look at you with care, and something like regret laced in them. “Hajime?” you reached for his hand and held it in yours, “Is everything alright?”

"No, babe," he rested his other hand on your head making you wince slightly, “Are you alright?”

You blinked at his words, absorbing each one of it. “What?” you didn't mean to blurt it out like that but you did, so you can't take it back now.

He laughed softly although it was tainted with sadness, “I'm sorry, princess. I didn't even think of the stress you were getting from work. I let myself be swallowed by shallow things and missed to see the factors underneath your mood shifts.”

“Hey,” you squeezed his hand, “It's perfectly fine. I didn't check on you either, you know.”

He snorts, “I'm fine. At least until you grow into a monster if I keep denying you of your sweets.”

“Hajime!” you glared at him but he just answered it with a hearty laugh. It has been a while since you heard that. “I missed you.”

He smiled at the words he was waiting for you to say while snaking an arm around your shoulders. “I know. That's why we're going to the grocery to buy some stuff. So we'll never miss each other again.”

[gojology]

Strawberry Flavored Pocky.

pairing : teen! gojo x gender neutral reader warnings : the big three: unedited, most likely badly written, and some cursing. also there’s like.. graphic imagery that gojo and reader exchange to eachother. it’s just banter though! wordcount : 2273 a/n : for that one anon that wanted teen gojo. my stroke of genius always occurs when im eating strawberry flavored pocky i swear.. anyways yeah this is unfiltered writing n it’s probably like not the best tbh and maybe i didn’t nail teen gojo’s personality but u know what this was so fun to write

     The sound of the tear of the wrapper containing the Pocky you had just bought was music to your ears, crinkling with every touch. Your fingers are itching to grab for the deliciously coated sticks, but you’re stopped by someone none other than Gojo Satoru himself.       “What’d you get?” he inquired, seemingly unbothered by the face you were making, he hadn’t even greeted you with a simple, “Hello.” he sat down on the bench seat right next to you, uninvited.       In his hand were many bags of various sweet treats, you could only make out some familiar ones- ramune flavored gummies, a bag of chips, vibrantly colored candy. Your lips quirk downwards, exhaling, turning to face the setting sun.       “Just some Pocky.” you flatly respond, beginning to pick the biscuit up. Contrary to Gojo’s wide choice of snacks, you only really had one favorite- Pocky. Specifically, Strawberry flavored Pocky. The sweet, yet somewhat tart aftertaste treat dominated your mind almost day and night. It wasn’t everyday that Yaga would be lenient enough to take the four of you to the local convenience store. You were waiting for Shoko and Geto to finish shopping to finally head home for a night of yummy snacking.       Gojo sighs, lazily dropping the treats right next to his side, they sat idly, limply resting on his thigh as he crossed his right leg over his left knee. His hands warmly nestled into his snowy white hair, his elbows jutting into your personal bubble.        “Not one to chat, are you? What’s the problem? You scared?” his tone is teasing, and you jerk your head to face his. Your head is tilted, like your confused, but in reality you’re just astounded how obnoxious he was.       “Why in the world would I be scared of you? You wouldn’t lay a finger on me. Yaga-Senpai would rip your limbs off one by one and fling you into the horizon! And he’s not even that far away, I could report you to him if you even get on my nerves in the slightest.” you shot back, huffing and taking your first bite on the biscuit. You instantly melt.       He flashes you a toothy smile, and you stiffen, did he ever take anything seriously? “Oh my, so riled up. Only scaredy-cats would talk about how not scared they were. Look, you’re even shaking-” he gestures to your just slightly shaking, tightened grip on your Pocky. “-I win, Y/N! Boo hoo, case closed, gimme your Pocky~”        “No, fuck you and your fat ass trying to take my Pocky, I’m not shaking from fear anyways.” you sternly retort, warmth rushing to your cheeks for whatever reason. “I’m shaking because I’m resisting the urge to duct tape your mouth shut and gouge your eyeballs out.”       He chuckles warmly as if your gruesome detailing was humorous, he probably didn’t know you meant it. He too, ripped open one of his snacks. “Calm down, Y/N. I was joking, I could buy Pocky’s whole stock and probably also buy my position up as CEO if I wanted to. I wouldn’t leech off of you, sugar.” readjusting his crooked, circular shades, he looked down at your now slack grip on the wrapper.      Unanswering, you’re grumbling instead. Under your breath, you’re curious as to how Gojo hasn’t realized how obnoxious he was, and how much longer could he survive without his head exploding from how big it was from his inflated ego?      Gojo grinned. He was all too aware of those things, but who really cared?      “Not unless you let your guard down!-” unable to finish the rest of his sentence, he yanked up the wrapper from your hands, using the extent of his long arm to dangle it high above your head. Your reflexes are far too slow to react, causing you to glare at him in a mixture of shock, hatred, and disbelief.      “Give-” you jump, arm reaching towards your snack, but he backs off, snickering and still dangling it above your head. “It-” now you’ve leapt up on the bench, grabbing at the wrapper to no avail. “Back!-” whimpering and flailing your arms out, every time you came close to retrieving your rightfully owned pack of Pocky, he’d simply throw it to his other hand so carelessly it pissed you off. All the while giggling, juggling it like a clown.      A breath of laughter escapes his lips as he looks at you, prancing around like a circus act on the bench, yelling curses and many death-wishes to his clan. Your eyebrows are knitted together, and he can’t just help but realize how adorable you were when concentrated in getting something- so stubborn.    “Okay, okay!” and as if Gojo had flipped a switch, you simmer down, looking at him with an impatient side-eye. “You want it, doggie?”     “Refer to me as doggie, and I’ll send a pack of strays to ravage you.”       Gojo exhaled out of his nose. “You’re a funny one, doggie.” did he just dismiss the conversation you two were having literally 2 seconds prior? “I’ll ask this again, do you want to get your treats back?” his eyes are glinting with amusement and child-like glee. You were almost sure that he had started calling your beloved Pocky as treats because of just how well it suited the nickname Doggie. It looked like you would be getting no where unless you paid no mind to him calling you such a.. Derogatory name.       Grumbling and studying the concrete you were currently trampling on, you exasperatedly sigh.       “Yes. I do want my Pocky back.” you grunt, averting your gaze to anywhere but Gojo’s shoes.       He perks up in approval, drawing out a long, “Hmmm?” as if he hadn’t expected you to give up so easily. “What are the magic words, Y/N?”       This was so humiliating.       “Please?” you politely say through gritted teeth. If it weren’t for the general public bustling about, you would’ve lunged for his unruly hair and tear it out of his scalp.       “Hah! You think I’m gonna do that sorta bullshit?” he crosses his arms, Pocky tucked safely under his arm. You wince, thinking about how the biscuits may potentially be snapped in half. Did you really want your snack still? It probably smelled like Gojo’s armpit sweat, death, and all the bad things in the world combined. “You’re gonna have to earn it, Y/N, in a game.”       Now convinced that Gojo was the manifestation of all the bad karma that you had avoided, you stare at him with wide eyes and fear, the irritation long gone. Games, no, scratch that, literally anything with Gojo only resulted in a small, or maybe large piece of your sanity torn away from you, lost to the infinite dark abyss. Maybe that’s why Geto seemed to slowly go insane everyday.       “On second thought, I’ll just go-”      He cuts you off, alarm now displayed on full view, his face contorting back to neutral. “Wait, no! It won’t be hard. Pinkie promise.” extending a pinkie towards you, you gently slap it away. The mood change was so instant, you were still shocked, that, and he was almost a legal adult and still believed in pinkie promises.      Still hesitant, you quirk an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’d rather spend another two dollars than play whatever game your planning, unless you tell me about it.”      “That’s a given, besides, it won’t take too long, Y/N. I think you’ll like it.” he replies cheerfully, leaning and whisper-yelling into your ear, fruitfully jolting you up. Seriously, did he have any idea what personal space was?      After just a few seconds of thinking, you roll your eyes in defeat. “Okay, what’s this game?”      His incredibly long fingers inserted themselves inside the crinkling wrapper, pulling out a slender stick. You’re almost sure your salivating, and subconsciously swallow the lump at the back of your throat. “Okay, rules of this game are... Hm, we both place our mouths at both ends of the stick. You get the pretzel part because that part sucks.” mischief flickers in his eyes briefly. “Whoever can get down the Pocky longest without being afraid of kissing and pulling back, loses and doesn’t get the Pocky. Whoever stays in their place wins. I’ll throw in some money, deal or no deal?”       “This doesn’t sound.. Fun.” you were still skeptical, but curiosity was blossoming rapidly inside of you. Could you really resist such an intriguing request? The guy was rich, and he did say he’d throw in some money. Gojo probably hated the thought of you, too. You could probably get up and close, get him to cower away from the thought of locking lips with you, and you’d be on your merry way.       “Um, actually, never mind. Let’s do this.” you chirp, the weariness had depleted completely. Besides, Gojo would pester you into doing it anyways, this would effectively save time. The expression on his face was indecipherable, silently wishing to yourself to see his eyes. You wonder if they’re wide open, in shock of your acceptance.       He gently placed the biscuit between your lips, his thumb brushing against it. Your breath hitches, now he’s up close. The shades adorning his handsome features, concealing those vivid blue eyes of his made your heart pace quicken in just seconds, maybe it was because he could see you- and you couldn’t. Your gaze shifts to the tufts of white hair hanging above his forehead. His bangs look lusciously soft, so soft you wonder what it’d be like to ruffle his unruly hair, what did it smell like? What conditioner did he use?     Your cheeks darken, but you hope he doesn’t notice it. This was what people thought of when they saw pretty people up close, it wasn’t like you had a thing for him, he was just attractive, that’s all.      “You look real stupid holding that stick between your teeth and looking at me.” he comments, charmingly smirking as you give him another death glare, unable to speak in fear of dropping the Pocky stick. You could count each individual hair strand he had on top of his head with the amount of time he was taking.      Chomp.     You take the first bite, and you can’t help but realize how much your heart is fluttering about in your chest. Eyelashes fluttering, nerves getting jittery, the exchange was strangely intimate. No kidding, of course it was- if the two of you were adamant and continued to chomp on the stick, it would only end in a kiss. There was no way around it.      He takes a bite too, his lips look curved in a dopey smile, but there’s not a single word traded between the two of you, just tiny, slight nibbles. It would be eons until someone finished, and you were growing impatient by the minute. Quicken the pace. Quicken the fucking pace.     So you did the unthinkable, you quickened the pace.     Taking a large bite, he pauses for a minute- as if to think, before taking an even larger bite. Now, 2/3′s of the original stick is gone. One more large bite, and a kiss would follow suit. Now, you’re sweating bullets, eyes bouncing from him, back down to the microscopic sized Pocky. His lips are so, so close. Soft, plush pink, so glossy you’re inclined to ask what brand of lip gloss he uses. You can hear his breathing grow heavier, why wasn’t he giving up?      The two of you don’t take a single bite, plainly avoiding the objective, the world around you had evaporated into thin air. It’s you, and Gojo Satoru.      You nibbled a little bit more, and then you make up your mind. You’re going to kiss-       Growing chatter grew closer to closer, and you realize Shoko’s monotone and Geto’s lively voice, alongside a very disgruntled Yaga.       “Yeah, she’s pretty hot. I actually liked the movie- Uh...?” the steady rhythm stopped against the concrete. Immediately, you straighten and clear your throat, spitting out the Pocky stick into the nearby grass. Gojo follows suit, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and twirling around. “Oh hey, Geto!-”       “Are we interrupting something? Something.. Important?” Shoko quizzes, struggling to stifle her giggling. A sheepish smile was displayed widely on your face for the world to see, hands behind your back like you were hiding something. Gojo, on the other hand, is facing the other direction, whistling and staring at the now setting sky.       You stutter, cheeks growing even darker. Yaga looks as disgruntled as ever, facepalming and murmuring to himself. Geto looks ecstatic.        “MY MAN!” he beams. “WERE YOU GOING TO-”       “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Shoko shushes him in response, turning her head back to the two of you. You looked like you had just seen a ghost. “We thought you hated Gojo, we’re just...” her head is cocked slightly, an understanding expression on her features. “Just surprised, is all.”       Spluttering, you try to explain yourself- but no sound comes out. Your mouth is opening and closing, struggling to find the words.       “I do hate him... I just... He.. Pocky.. He uh...”       “Sheeeeeeeesh! Poor Y/N over here is going through some shock right now!” Gojo muses aloud, he places an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in under his arm. There’s a small, coy grin on his lips. As if he didn’t try kissing you 1 minute ago. “Just ignore them, anyways, what are we having for dinner tonight? I heard there’s a really good KBBQ place down the street that just opened..”      As much as you hate Gojo, his ability to escape anything did come in handy.    Well, maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you were leading on.     You’d go as far as to say.. Maybe you enjoyed some parts of him.      

[writingbakery]

“rose petals”; valentine’s day hc’s 🥀

wanted to write a little something for everyone’s favorite bnha characters, so that you all have a valentine this year 💓 short & sweet, i hope you enjoy ! taglist; @secondhand-trash @sparkncharge @monst @redbeanteax @lady-bakuhoe @katsukisprincess @burnedbyshoto @kingtamakimurder @kbakugouwu @togasknifes @bnhaxxassociates @bnha-thot-diaries @keigos-dove

Sero Hanta

“did you know that every store marks their chocolates & candy down twenty percent every day after valentines until their stock is gone?” your boyfriend’s poked his head through your bedroom door curiously, his tone clearly hiding something.

“just admit you forgot to get me something, hanta.”

“...... we’ll buy out everything walmart has tomorrow, i promise.”

“hanta!”

“i made you a rose bouquet out of tape in the meanwhile!”

“... that’s actually really impressive.”

Shinsou Hitoshi

“valentines day is a corporate scheme, kitten. it’s designed to make people lazy! they force us to make this day the most special all year and then make it normal for people not to care the other 364 days!” his tone is heated, hands thrown up in the air as he rants away with his head in your lap. you just laugh, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“that’s why you bought me a dozen roses and a new watch, huh toshi? feeding into the propaganda?”

“no, it was to see you smile. don’t need a shitty holiday to want that, kitten.”

“you sap. i love you too.”

Hawks

“birds have this particular thing about mating gifts, chickadee - bright & flashy, always the way to go,” keigo explains, his smile too wide and excited for you to complain. although.....

“so you made me a necklace of your feathers?”

“uh, yeah. it’s so bright theyll see you in space.”

“romantic, keigo. real romantic.”

“it’s like you’ll always have a part of me with you, even when im far away from my sweet lil love dove.”

“.... oh. oh that is romantic. thank you, chicken little. love you so much.”

Aizawa

you poke his stubbled cheek a little aggresively, huffing under your breath. he’d been asleep for two hours, and you were late for dinner. you know he needs his rest, but it’s valentine’s day, and you were desperate for one evening out, just one.

“if you don’t wake up in the next thirty seconds im gonna let eri put her fairy princess makeup kit all over that handsome face,” you threaten, and one eye sleepily cracks open unamusedly.

“i thought you loved me.”

“i also love all you can eat restaurants and date nights. let’s go, sleeping beauty.”

“you’re so lucky i love you. your roses are in the car.”

“.... thank you, sweetheart.”

Fatgum

“what do you mean, you canceled our reservations? baby, we’ve planned this for months,” you all but whine, pouting up at your ridiculously tall boyfriend. all he does is laugh softly, leaning down to peck your pouty lips.

“i thought it would be more romantic to cook together instead. isn’t the day supposed to be about us? i’d much rather watch you attempt to chop peppers than some michelin chef.”

“you’re a bully, taishiro. i chop peppers beautifully.”

“of course you do, darlin’, of course. show me?”

Todoroki Shoto

“sho, what is this?” your confusion must be clear, holding the small silver chisel in front of a solid ice block. he smiles small, moving to stand behind you with his hands at your waist.

“i figured that standard presents wouldn’t excite you much, and i wanted to give you a fun surprise. there’s a cartier bracelet and a tiffany ring in there - bagged, so you won’t break them chipping through. like a... scavenger hunt? but you have to navigate the ice block.”

“you have such an odd way of showing affection, my love. now, help me start.”

Tamaki Amajiki

“tama, this place is absolutely gorgeous - how’d you find this place?” despite the chill, you’re genuinely excited - tamaki had brought you to a butterfly conservatory and greenhouse garden, relatively quiet with few people around.

“it’s where i’d go to c-clear my thoughts when i was younger. i wanted to s-share this with you bunny, cause you’re i-important to me,” he says softly, lacing his fingers with yours, and you gently kiss your joined hands.

“i’m honored, tama. best valentine’s day ever.”

Dabi

“i don’t normally feed into this sappy bullshit, but hey. you only get so much time, right? and i figured... if i’m running on a sped up clock, i wanna get as many smiles out of you as i can.” his voice is uncharacteristically soft as he places the roses in your lap, leaning into your space for a gentle kiss.

you return it softly, hands cupping his scarred cheeks as you smile. “who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” you tease, but there’s no malice in your tone as you admire the dark roses.

“a pretty little thing named [y/n] killed him and made him a weak-hearted bastard.”

“sounds like a good thing, no?”

“yeah, doll, yeah. a very good thing.”

Mirio Togata

“mirio! we talked about this, that bear is the size of me!” you protest, attempting to frown up at your absolute puppy of a boyfriend. he’s immediately attempting to defend himself, hands up in surrender.

“i didn’t go overboard this time, i swear!”

“six bouquets, three of those giant chocolate boxes, a new necklace, a gift card, and now this monstrosity of a bear isn’t overboard to you?”

“...... i also got us reservations at that place you like. and i upgraded your laptop.”

“mirio togata!”

“it was out of love!”

Bakugou Katsuki

“is this...... all for me?” the table and kitchen counters are covered in pastries, from chocolate covered strawberries to heart shaped cookies and pink muffins. your boyfriend stands behind you, cheeks dusted with a hidden blush as he scoffs.

“yeah, stupid. it’s valentine’s day, and i’ve been really caught up in work, so i figured i’d bake you some presents. i also got you some stuff from that one store you like, with the nice shirts.”

“you’re an angel, katsuki. i love you.”

“yeah whatever, ba- dumbass. i love you more. now eat before it gets cold.”

Kirishima Eijiro

“eiji, did you.... what have you done to the poor dog?!” the fluffy puppy has a red heart collar on and a balloon tied to it, a little basket of chocolates and roses in his mouth as he wags his tail excitedly.

“pup’s my wingman ! i borrowed him from kaminari for this, isn’t he adorable? go on, go to [y/n]!” the puppy scrambles over to you, dropping chocolate and flowers everywhere as he barks. adorable.

“now i’ve got two puppies to cuddle during movie night, how cute.”

“two? did you adopt a dog or something while i was at the store?”

“....... no, eiji. no.”

“ohhhhh you meant me.”

Toga

“sweetheart. baby. i love the chocolates, i really do, it’s just..... why is there blood all over the box? and drowning my roses?” you quirk an eyebrow at your equally bloody girlfriend, attempting to get an answer. she sighs dramatically, looking up at the ceiling as she cleans her knife.

“the guy i got them from wasn’t exactly giving it away.”

“oh my god, who the fuck did you stab-“

“it makes it more romantic! besides, he stole them from the store and i stole them from him, so it’s fair!”

“we really need to go over your morals again, baby. but thank you.”

Inasa Yoarashi

“honey, inasa, baby slow down! we’re not gonna be late for our movie showing, just... walk with me a little. let’s enjoy all the time we have, okay?” you hug you arms around one of your boyfriends own, attempting to slow him down, and he sighs.

“i apologize, my love. it seems i’m just a little too determined on making today perfect,” he admits, and you kiss his bicep gently.

“silly, it’s already perfect. i had a lazy morning in, went shopping, got lunch, all with my favorite hero,” you tease, watching as his ears go red under his hat.

“every day with you is perfect, [y/n]. i was merely trying to make the same true for you.”

“it is, i promise. now, let’s walk through the park, the flowers are starting to bloom and i wanna take pictures.”

“anything for you, my sweet!”

“inasa put me down - inasa! i can walk! oh boy.”

[nickysurfer28]

Doritos

A short drabble I wrote. It’s not perfect and it’s been awhile since I posted a fic. So I hope you enjoy!

Thanks to @denisemarieangelina for the help!

I might just add this to my “Hot Sessions”.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader

Warning: 18+ only , smut

This pic is not mine. Credits go to YouTube and Enews.

You wait patiently as Chris is completing his interview with Ace Comic Con. You watch him from afar as he sits and talks with Scott and the ace comic con interviewer. Occasionally he chugs down his beer and glances over at you. His eyes wander up and down your body while you lay on the couch playing on your phone. He slowly gets inpatient trying to stay focus on the live interview with Scott on the other end, and answering fan questions and so on. You quietly glance over at Chris, thinking to yourself “Damn he looks good today in that right white tank and open floral shirt, even his tattoos are peaking”. You get all flustered and try to reconcile yourself. You quickly get an idea and quietly disappear into the other room . Chris glances up and noticed you’re gone. “Where is my girl?”. Thinking to himself. He quickly adjust and gets back to the interview at end trying not to look distracted or confused.

As Chris is in the other room continuing along with the interview, you plot your naughty surprise for him. You remembered you bought a bunch of Doritos Cool Ranch chips the other day on sale and it was “buy one get one free” , but you ended up buying like four bags because Chris loves them so much. You quickly and quietly make a trail of Doritos around the house with little notes to give hints for Chris. You make sure as you place the chips around him quietly so he doesn’t get view of what you’re doing. As you finish making the trail of chips , you strip off your outfit and lay yourself on the bed and open all the bags of remaining chips and place them all over your body. You leave one bag partially half full just to munch on them as you wait for Chris to find you.

You hear Chris finishing up the interview and saying goodbye to Scott as well. You quickly send him a text and hopes he starts the trail of surprise.

Text: “ I left you a sweet trail of your favorite snack. Come find me!!”

Chris reads the text with a big grin on his face.

Text: “oh don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll find you!”

Chris starts his trail of chips and reads the little notes you left for him to find. He quickly finds his way into the bedroom munching on the chips and his eyes widen by the surprise he finds on the bed.

“Holy shit!, damn sweetheart!”

You giggle with glee.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

Chris’s eyebrows arch and has the biggest grin on his face.

“Hmm , why yes I am hungry..”

Without any hesitation Chris striped off his clothes and jumps on top of you like a hungry animal. You giggle as he climbs on top and places his lips on top of yours. He works his way down your body slowly eating the chips off your naked body. He gets between your legs eating the remaining chips and buried his face in your hot core. You grab his hair as your back arches. You feel his tongue whirling around your hot core making you more wet than ever.

“Please Chris .... I ....” , you got lost with your words as Chris works you completely.

He leans up and looks at you with his piercing blue eyes. “Oh I just begun , sweetheart.”

You look at him with lust in your eyes.

“I want you now!” Chris obey and stroked himself some more as he began to enter your hot core.

He began to move in and out of your completely wet core. He thrust started to go harder and deeper as you squealed in ecstasy. He continues to pound you as the chips are flying everywhere and crunching between your sweaty bodies. He sucks on your nipples as your body flinches even more and you’re getting closer to climax.

“I’m gonna cum... CHRIS!” You screamed as his body pushed tighter against you.

His deep raspy voice whispered softly into your ear. “Yes. Cum for me...sweetheart.”

You finally felt the heat rising and washing over you as you reached climax. Chris quickly followed after. Your bodies collapsed on to each other along with the Doritos chips crushed and wet from the sweat. You both laugh from the site of the messy chips.

Chris chuckled, “This was the best snack ever.”

You couldn’t help but laugh with him. “You’re welcome.”

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[samingtonwilson]

Mac and Cheese

Summary: Bucky takes the last box of frozen mac and cheese, takes your phone, and makes you fall in love with him. The audacity of that man.

Prompt: “This has been a very bad week and you just grabbed the last box of my favorite comfort food at the supermarket” 

Pairing: bucky x reader

a/n: i wrote this and was fully done formatting it and everything, like, 6 months ago. i didn’t post it because it’s approx. 82% nonsense but i figured why not post it now when it’s still 82% nonsense but im struggling to finish everything else. so taal, long time vegan, writes a story about mac and cheese and, listen, idk what this fic is either. can i write a fic without adding sam to it? no.

Mac and cheese. That’s all you want. Disgusting, frozen, usually-quite-mushy-if-not-microwaved-correctly mac and fucking cheese. 

The kind with the layer of cheese on top. The kind with that real elbow pasta, not rotini or penne or seashell pasta— real macaroni. The kind you try to only eat one serving size of before you eat everything in the package. The kind you always gravitate to when your eyes are stained red, swollen, and too proud to be anything other than dry.

You take the subway. You switch lines. You endure the smell of the F train during rush hour when you aren’t sure where your thigh ends and the thigh of the woman sitting beside you begins. All for that one Trader Joe’s, out of many, in Brooklyn the hipsters abandon before six because the coffee shop next door closes at five.

Your feet ache in your boots and you’re pretty sure a rock has somehow lodged itself between your toes, it’s starting to rain and you have no umbrella, you don’t think your throat has ever felt so parched. 

But you tuck your phone into your back pocket and march into that store with the hideous overhead lighting that makes your skin look like it hasn’t seen a bottle of toner in days like you’re Hades, the box of mac and cheese is Persephone, and Trader Joe’s is Mount Olympus.

You aren’t planning on smiling at anyone in greeting. You aren’t planning on making eye contact with anyone. You aren’t even planning on waiting politely behind whoever is inevitably idly standing in front of the pasta section of the frozen aisle— you’re going to say, “Excuse me.” Like the badass, New Yorker, on-the-verge-of-tears bitch you are and you’re going to toss that mac and cheese into your basket like you’re Steph Curry at the NBA Finals.

Lines are long when you walk in, cashiers bored-looking and tired. The produce section is a jungle of stay at home fathers and people who make their own pressed juice, the salad display a mess of college students trying to eat healthy. 

Your eyes accidentally meet those of a toddler who is slyly plucking a grape from a bag he had no intention of spending his allowance on and you smile.

You hold your basket like a designer handbag and dilly-dally only for a moment to pick up some yogurt for breakfast tomorrow. 

And some inauthentic babka because there’s no way in hell you’re going to endure Zabar’s after this. 

And a package of olive oil popcorn, a bottle of three dollar chardonnay, and string cheese. 

But that’s it. Self-control.

You feel the chill of the frozen aisle before you step into it. You feel the magnetic pull of that box with only one step in its direction. You stop for just a second to grab the mini mango and cream pops.

You almost roll your eyes to yourself when you see that someone is indeed standing right in front of the frozen selection of pasta. He’s staring at two boxes— a red one in his gloved left hand and the one in his right hand green.

As you grow closer you notice behind his curtain of dark hair that his eyebrows are knit together and he’s frowning at a decision he must be forcing himself to make. 

Sophie’s Choice, but involving mediocre excuses for Italian food and no Nazis— hopefully. Because who really knows these days?

He wears a forest green hoodie under a black leather jacket, black jeans tight around thick thighs. Boots, too. You think you might swoon.

And you wait behind him. You tap your foot, shift your weight, and chew on your bottom lip. You don’t say anything.

He looks over his shoulder when you curse under your breath and set the heavy basket at your feet. He’s apologetic— and handsome— by the looks of it, blue eyes slightly widened and lips downturned. “Shit,” he says as he takes a few steps to the right. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug. You kick your basket with the toe of your boot until it lightly smacks against the bottom of the freezer. “No problem. It’s a big decision.”

His eyes lift from the boxes and he smiles. “Biggest one I’ve gotten to make in a while.”

Setting your hands atop the cold metal railing, you stare down into the freezer. You see farfalle with roasted tomatoes, rigatoni with pesto, ricotta and spinach ravioli, roasted vegetable lasagna, cauliflower gnocchi, chicken parm, and… an empty space. 

You tilt your head.

You lean away and crouch to read the description cards, looking for the bubble letters to tell you where on Earth your saving grace is. When you spot the card, you stand again. The indicated space is empty, your heart is empty, your will to live is—

A box of organic pesto tortellini is tossed back into the freezer and you look up. Your eyes might lose their prideful dryness at any moment, even in public next to that handsome stranger with the nice jacket and,

the box of mac and cheese.

You gasp audibly and leap backwards. You point at the box in his left hand.

With an expression of panic, he holds his hands— and the box— up in innocence. “It’s okay. I’m not—”

“What the fuck is that?” you shout to gain the attention of customers you don’t even perceive, waggling your finger at the box. Your wide-eyed stare, and bared teeth, and messy hair must be terrifying. You hope they are.

He looks down at his hand. An eyebrow lifts. And, confusedly, he asks, “The box?”

“Yes, the fucking box!”

“It’s mac and—” he meets your gaze again. You’re wearing your anger like armor. But you aren’t scared. Bucky thinks he might never have felt such relief at a woman’s anger. “It’s mac and cheese.”

You shake your head. Wildly. Your neck hurts. “It’s the last box of mac and cheese!”

He glances at the box, then back at you. He jabs his thumb over his shoulder. “They might have some in the back—”

You shake your head again. A hint of devastation cracks your voice as you say, “It’s Monday night. Trader Joe’s restocks Tuesday night. This is usually all they have left.”

“I—” He pauses. “Is this shit really that good—”

“No, it’s not but that’s not the point!” you’re shouting again. And crying. Oh, God, you’re crying. In public. “The point is my building is going co-op!”

He tilts his head. “Your building is—”

“And I have to buy my apartment if I want to keep it! And they don’t give raises at my job to women unless they’re willing to suck something I won’t say in front of that kid right there,” you nod toward a little girl in a pink raincoat with her pin straight black hair in pigtails who stares at you in bewilderment. You sniffle. “So I quit. And I’m proud of myself for it. Because I have integrity, and I have self-respect, and I have no gag reflex, so the rejection should kill my boss dead.”

He cracks a small smile when you let out a short, watery, pathetic laugh. Easily, he holds the box out to you. “I hope your boss is dead, too.”

You laugh again and don’t hesitate before taking the box. You wipe your cheeks with your sleeve. “Thank you. You’re nice.”

“Not a popular opinion, but one I’ll certainly take.” He’s smiling and it’s warm. “Sorry— about all that.”

“You’re apologizing to me? I just screamed at you in the Trader Joe’s freezer aisle over mac and cheese.”

He shakes his head and picks up his own basket when you grab yours. “Your building’s going co-op and your boss deserves to burn in hell. You should get all the mac and cheese you want.”

You reach into the freezer for that green box of tortellini he’d thrown in, tossing it into his basket with a smile. Steph Curry at the NBA Finals. “Still. I’m sorry for yelling and I hope the tortellini doesn’t suck too bad.”

“It’s frozen pasta. My expectations are low.”

You hum a laugh and walk past him to the crowded lines at the registers. “As they should be.”

It’s when you’re lost in the sea of customers and Bucky is deciding between frozen palak paneer and frozen lamb vindaloo with basmati rice that he feels a tug at the hem of his jacket. 

He looks away from the green and orange boxes, lowering his gaze to meet curious almond-shaped eyes beneath blunt black bangs. He smiles and she returns it. “Yes?”

She reveals her right hand, which she had hidden behind her pink raincoat, and holds a phone up to Bucky as far as her arm will let her.

“Is that your phone?”

She shakes her head and giggles. Loud, happy, and squeaky. “Yelling lady dropped her phone.”

Bucky’s eyebrows knit together until a woman, much closer to his height, steps behind the little girl. She takes the phone the girl holds out and offers it to Bucky when he straightens his posture. Her smile looks like the little girl’s. “We figured you would have a good chance at getting it back to her.”

He takes the phone and nods his thanks. Pressing the power button reveals a picture of you and a dog, a large, fluffy dog with its pink tongue hanging low. You’re smiling brightly and, oddly, it seems like the dog is, too.

—

“So you just took her phone? Didn’t even ask an employee to keep it there in case she came back for it?”

Bucky, watching the tray of pasta rotate in the microwave, scowls. “I would’ve if I’d known that was an option. And stop eating my fuckin’ chips.”

Sam tosses back another handful of kettle-cooked barbecue potato chips in defiance so the obnoxious crunching echoes through the kitchen. He smiles sarcastically when Bucky snatches the bag and rolls it up. Half is already gone. “You come up with how you’re gonna get it back to her?”

“Thinkin’ about asking Pepper to post a picture of it like it’s a missing child to that ‘Tweeter’ nonsense,” Bucky replies dryly. He’s glaring at Sam as he leans his hip against the counter. “You and I both know I haven’t come up with shit.”

Sam snorts and is smiling in amusement, deep brown eyes alight. Bucky hates the sight. “Tweeter. You’re so fuckin’ old.”

It’s been hours since Bucky took the phone from who he learned is little Vivienne and her mother, and he is no closer to getting it back to you. 

He’d tried looking for you at the store but there were too many people for a Trader Joe’s that Yelp claimed was the least busy in New York for that to yield results. So he returned to the Tower. He thought about asking Tony to look into the doohickey but figured an invasion of privacy should be the last resort.

He pulls the tray from the microwave with nimble vibranium fingers and sniffs the pasta before setting it down on the counter. He removes a bowl from one of the cabinets and dumps the steaming pasta in it, a sprinkle of freshly grated parmesan from a tub he’d bought— also at Trader Joe’s— a finishing touch.

“She’s cute,” Sam says when the screen lights up with an incoming text notification.

Bucky spins his fork between his fingers as he walks around the counter to sit on the barstool beside Sam’s. He glances at the phone as well. “Very cute,” he agrees. “She had a shitty day. Something about her apartment goin’ co-op. Whatever the hell that means.”

Sam frowns. “Means she’s gotta buy the place. And with New York real estate prices right now,” he shakes his head with a sigh. “She better have a well-paying job.”

“Quit that today, too.” Bucky takes a bite of the pasta and hisses as it burns his tongue. “Boss is a creep that asked for some action in exchange for a raise.”

“Jesus. Poor girl.”

The tortellini isn’t great. It’s a little bland, a bit too dry, and there isn’t enough filling— but it’s better than Bucky had expected. He takes another bite. “Yeah. And I took the last box of mac and cheese. Which is what she went to the store for.”

“I’m surprised your head wasn’t chopped off.”

Bucky smiles. “She yelled— a lot. Was crying, too, ‘til she said something and made herself laugh.”

Sam then begins teasing Bucky juvenilely for having a crush until both men are laughing and shoving one another to see who falls off their stool first, Sam only relenting when Bucky hands the potato chips to him again as a peace offering.

The bowl is in the sink and the chips are down to just crumbs when a loud ringtone— an instrumental version of an R&B song Bucky recognizes from Sam’s many plays of the original— shocks the two of them.

It’s from an unknown number and Bucky is unsure if he should pick up until Sam swipes answer and puts the call on speakerphone. “Hello?”

A sigh. Bucky doesn’t know if it’s one of relief or frustration. “I’m hoping whoever this is found my phone and didn’t steal it.”  

Sam shoves Bucky’s shoulder with a toothy grin and Bucky rolls his eyes. “The little girl you almost traumatized in the freezer aisle found it and gave it to me.”

Another sigh— the relief in this one is obvious— and you’re laughing. “It’s you— tortellini dude. Must’ve fallen when I crouched down.”

“Seems like it, yeah.”

“So are you gonna ask for my address or do I have to schlep over to Avengers Tower?”

Bucky and Sam exchange a look. “Avengers Tower?”

“You weren’t exactly in disguise— I realized who you are the minute I left the store. Would’ve recognized you right away but I was in my own head and you aren’t my favorite Avenger.”

Bucky smiles. “Yeah? And who is?”

“Falcon.”

Immediately, the phone is taken from Bucky’s hand. “Hi, baby, you’ve got Falcon.”

A gasp, a pause, then you laugh. Audibly stunned laughter. “You guys actually hang out with each other? That’s cute.”

Before Sam can reply, Bucky flicks his forehead— in reply to which Sam elbows Bucky’s ribs— and takes the phone back. “I can bring your phone to you whenever you’re free.”

“Awesome. I’m unemployed now so any time tomorrow is fine.”

You tell him your address before hanging up and he wishes you a good night. Your laughter is the last thing he hears before three beeps signify the end of the call.

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Bucky takes the subway. He switches lines to the F train. He tries not to mind the overpowering smell of stale B.O. and deli meat leftover from rush hour, the skittering steps of a rat across the floor in the adjacent empty car. He ignores those who stare at him intensely enough to burn the fabric right off his skin. All for that one apartment in SoHo.

He thinks the gash below his ribs might still be leaking as the warm, moist subway station air blows past him. He can feel that cluster of bruises above his knee— the one from the pipe the hostile operative had ripped off the rickety walls of a nearly destroyed Hydra base— every time he takes a step, more so as he climbs the stairs.

He knows he must be quite a sight with combat boots and tac pants worn and dusty, a simple bomber jacket thrown over a ripped, sliced, stained compression tank. His mind is blank, his eyes shadowy, the ghost of something terrible lurking behind blue and grey. 

Posture stiff and muscles cold, steps crisp despite the ache, he follows the familiar path and manages to form the thought of turning around. Not bringing this all to a threshold— or, more accurately, a windowsill— he’s only crossed three or four times. He’s too weak, though.

It takes one rap of his knuckles against the third-story window for a lamp to flicker on, gauzy drapes pushed aside. You smile as he lifts the window open, stepping aside as he enters the apartment with careful grace. He feels less guilty when he sees that your bed is still made and your hair isn’t the tangled mess it usually is when he bursts in at a late hour.

“I have a door.”

“Okay, show-off.”

It’s when he steps into the light of the standing lamp in the room’s corner that your quiet laughter gives way to a soft gasp. 

He doesn’t like the widening of your eyes or the way you gently lift the right side of his jacket, fingers light against the torn fabric. But you laugh again, and it shakes in nervousness. “You know I’m not a doctor, right? Or a nurse? Or even a pharmacist with high self-efficacy?”

He nods and, despite himself, there’s a smile pulling at a corner of his lips. His eyes brighten a little. “It’ll heal itself.”

“Confidence. I like that in a burglar.”

Before he can take a step further into your bedroom, you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth and point at his feet. “Boots.”

He kicks them off with a sigh and a groan when the shifting of his knee sends a tremor up his leg. His jacket is tossed aside as well, and he catches the black t-shirt you throw to him. You’d washed it, folded it, and put it in your closet. 

Just a little more brightness. “You owe me mac and cheese.”

“Oh, I owe you mac and cheese? We’re really holding onto shit from four months ago?”

He nods again and pulls his tank off, withholding a wince.

Eyebrow raised, you cross your arms over your chest. You’re giving him a narrow look but, because you’re clearly struggling against a smile, it’s one of his favorites of the expressions you’ve ever offered him. 

You give him a towel next— pastel blue. “Shower and then we’ll see about me owing you something.”

He wants to say thank you, do more than smile. 

But he knows if he so much as opens his mouth while you’re looking at him the way you are, he’ll tell you he’s fallen in love with you over the last four months, that maybe he’s been in love since you screamed at him in the freezer section of Trade Joe’s. 

He’ll go to say thank you, but the words of a Byron poem he’d learned to impress a girl in his English class more than eighty years ago will come pouring out or he’ll simply kiss you like he wishes he could on the nights he can’t sleep or during the missions he can just barely endure. 

He’ll go to say thank you, and then tell you with no clarity whatsoever that you’re what he finds comfort in when he’s had a hard day. That the disgusting, mushy, nothing-compared-to-fresh mac and cheese is just an excuse.

But he just smiles. And nods. And takes a shower.

His hair is still wet as he stands across from you at the kitchen counter. There’s a bowl of steaming pasta between you, a spoon in his hand and a fork in yours. “You’re dripping onto the counter.”

With a cocking of his eyebrow, he shakes his head and you sputter a laugh, shoving his shoulder. “Bucky!”

He laughs then, fully and happily, as he reaches over to wipe the drops from your cheeks and forehead. You only smile back, the gleaming of your eyes making him feel warm all over.

“This shit’s terrible, by the way,” he says after a minute of staring.

You shrug a shoulder. “Told you.”

“And you fought me for it. Publicly.”

You shrug again and laugh. You lean your elbows atop the counter to match his relaxed posture, dragging a noodle through a particularly large puddle of melted cheese. 

Looking up, your nose nearly bumps Bucky’s and you hope he doesn’t hear your breath stall. You try to smile. “Makes me feel better when I need to fill that hole in my heart.”

“With cholesterol?” he jokes.

“Yes. It’s excellent. It’s like spackle.” As he laughs and you roll your eyes, you push off the counter to stand straight. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Yeah?”

You hum. “I’m seeing an apartment I want tomorrow and need the rent lowered. And you’re the Winter Soldier.”

He considers that for a moment and you burst into laughter just as his eyes narrow into a fond glare. “You want me to scare them into lowering the rent?”

“Don’t think of it as you scaring them,” you begin, rounding the counter to stand next to him, hip leant against the marble, “think of it as you being an amazing friend and helping me.” A moment later you add, “By scaring them.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. He glances at the bowl to avoid the risk of staring at you for too long. “Fine.”

You grin. “You really take no convincing.”

A snort and he meets your gaze. “Only when it comes to you. I’m afraid you’ll start crying again.”

“So I could ask you for anything and you’d probably say yes?”

He shrugs a bit, then nods. Who is he kidding? You could ask for his right arm and he’d give it to you.

“Okay. Go on a date with me then.”

There’s a pause— in the conversation, in his chest. “A what?”

“A date. It’s like dinner, or coffee, or a movie, or something.” You grin when he takes half a step in your direction and his hands grip onto the counter at either side of you. “It’s this thing people do when they like each other.”

Something much more than like is in the sparkling of your eyes and the tilt of your head. Something that might match exactly what’s in his eyes whenever he’s around you. His insides burn at the thought.

“I know what a date is.”

“They had those back in your day?”

He nods and leans forward. “Not from the Stone Ages.”

Your lips brush lightly against his, hand set on his chest to feel the rapid beating beneath. You smile and he thinks he might melt. “Could’ve fooled me with that hair.”

Laughing, he presses his lips to yours a little harder.

—

Apartment littered with unpacked boxes, misplaced books, and askew furniture, you sit on top of the counter where Bucky works. He’s twirling a knife through his metal fingers, arranging sprigs of chives on the cutting board with the flesh ones. 

He smiles when he catches you staring at the pan cooling on the stove. “S’not done yet.”

You sigh. Loudly, heavily. “You took it out of the oven. That means it’s done.”

“It needs to cool for a few minutes or you’ll burn off your taste buds. You want to burn off your taste buds?”

“You want to burn off your taste buds?” you repeat in a high-pitched, taunting voice. You’re scowling and, somehow, look to be on the verge of snatching the knife from him to stab it through his chest. “Maybe I do.”

Less than a minute later, you groan and add, “I don’t care how good you are in bed. I’m about ten seconds from dumping you.”

Swiftly, he chops the chives and turns around to sprinkle a bit into the baking dish. “You know, most people would say thank you.”

“Most people don’t have to wait an hour while their boyfriend attempts to make mac and cheese when there’s a perfectly good box in the freezer that would take four minutes.”

“It’s worth it.”

In all honesty, he doesn’t know if it’s worth it. 

He’d asked Sam for a recipe and did his best to follow it despite the autocorrect which had changed “gruyere” to “grape year.” But he trusts it since Sam generally knows what he’s doing in the kitchen. Unlike Steve who had continuously attempted to chime in with useless suggestions such as, “Maybe don’t add the paprika.”

“Just trust me,” he urges as if replying to the growling of your stomach which has interrupted his search for the plates he could’ve sworn he’d unpacked. He’s crouched and searching the lower cabinets as he adds, “You’ll fall in love with me after you try it.” 

“Who says I haven’t already?” 

He stops searching.

He peeks his head above the edge of the counter and, his eyes wide, he sees you pulling two plates from a box placed on the small nook table. Your smile is small and a bit sheepish— the latter something he’d never seen from you. 

“You never took them out,” you tell him, the clatter of ceramic on the wooden surface loud when you set the plates down. As you approach and he stands to his full height, you sigh and roll your eyes at the look he gives you. “Yes, I love you. It can’t be that shocking.”

“It isn’t.” 

“Someone should tell your face that.”

Chuckling over the heavy thumps in his chest, he leans forward to kiss you but pauses just to say, “I love you, too, by the way.” 

When an empty dish sits between the two of you, Bucky’s stomach warm and full of over three-quarters of it, you stand from the table and walk to the freezer. 

Shooting a smile over your shoulder, you grab the familiar red box and toss it into the stainless steel trash can. Steph Curry at the NBA Finals. “I’m never eating that shit again.”

[saerran-choi]

Sweeter Than Ice Cream

Hi guys! Yes I am alive

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Saeran x Reader

Summary: What happens when Saeyoung gets involved in Saerans love life in an ice cream parlor?  

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It was the girl at the ice cream parlor who made him change. It was the girl at the ice cream parlor who made him realize he truly was worthy of love. It was the girl at the ice cream parlor with whom he fell in love. 

It was always such a hassle to get Saeran out of the house. After his escape from Mint Eye, and his long recovery, the lighter haired twin still never wanted to leave the safety of the bunker, much to his brothers dismay. 

He had began to grow his hair out from the white, the tips of his hair were pink, and the roots were coming in at a bright red. They were only about an inch grown out, but as his brother would put it, it was a great start. Even if he acted as if he hated the change, sometimes in the morning, Saeyoung would pass by his brother in the bathroom, trying to tame his bedhead, but every time when his brothers eyes would catch onto the reflection of the red roots growing, he could catch the glimpse of a smile on the edge of his brothers lips, before hes angrily shouting and closing the door in Saeyoung’s face, and the only thing he can think to do is laugh as his brother yells at him for peeking. 

It was these memories that Saeran always complained about, how his brother was so annoying, but it was these memories that he truly held onto. They were the memories that played when he couldn’t sleep due to memories of Mint Eye, he would think about how his idiot brother blew up the microwave the day before by accidentally putting the entire bag of chips in the microwave. And every time, he can fall asleep safe, and sometimes he can even fall asleep with a smile on his face. 

To get him out of the house, Saeyoung bribes him with ice cream. The promise of that  sweet treat almost always got his brother out bed and out the door and through the day out with his brother. 

The cling of the bell at the door is the first thing that makes her look up from wiping down the counters of the small ice cream parlor. It was empty, besides from her, which wasn’t strange, due to the fact that it was in the middle of December and there were threats of snowfall. But the could weather couldn't deter Saeran from the idea of such a sweet treat. 

Saeran had always hated the cold. The memories of Mint Eye and the nights in the dungeon on the cold stone floors were always brought up in his mind during the cold weather. He despised it. But in that very moment he could have thanked any god who was out there for the cold weather. He could use that as a self excuse as to why when he made eye contact with the girl behind the counter, his cheeks had dusted into a rosy pink, all the way up to the tips of his ears. He should have been freezing cold, but the only thing he felt was that fiery blush he got when he made eye contact. 

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When she had gone to work that day, she hadn’t expected it to go this way. It was an average day. Get up, get ready, eat breakfast, or lunch, depending on the day, and head to work. It was a lifestyle. Get up, go to work, go home, sleep. It was a normal cycle for a normal person, and she didn’t like it, but there wasn’t much that could be done. 

The store was slow today, which should have been more obvious. It was mid december, and no one wanted ice cream in the cold weather. She had finished helping one of the regulars, and had just started cleaning the counters when they walked in. Friends? No. They were too similar to each other. Brothers? More than likely. She puts on her customer service smile, and goes to greet them both, 

“Welcome in! Whenever you’re ready just let me know and I’ll be happy to help”. She smiles, unable to keep her eyes from gazing over towards the lighter haired man, and the light blush that dots her cheeks. 

Why can’t I bring myself to look away? 

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Saeyoung grins as he notices his brother's complexion and the strong gaze between him and the girl behind the counter, knowing full well it wasn’t because of the cold weather, but because of the girl behind the counter. The grin remains on his face as he begins to form a plan in his mind. 

“Saeran, you want the same mint one right? Why don’t you find a table and I’ll order” Saeyoung grins, and he watches his brother go to argue, before just sighing and nodding, shuffling off to go find a table, and much to his brothers surprise, he chooses a seat near the front, and a perfect view of the counter. 

Saeyoung makes his way to the front counter, to which the girl greets him again and he places his order, his eyes never leaving her form as she works to complete it, and he couldn’t help but notice how her eyesight seemed to glance off towards the location of his brother, and how his brothers glance always seemed to be focused on the front counter, and not on the phone in his hands. 

She hands him the cups with the frozen treat in them with a soft smile, going to turn to finish completing her task before the redhead speaks up again. 

“Uh, excuse me?” he asks, his voice having that boyish Im up to no good tone to it. Hearing it, she turns back and gives him another soft smile 

“Is something wrong?” to which he shakes his head 

“Not at all! I just couldn’t help noticing you keep looking over towards my brother-” her face flushes a vibrant pink at his words, and he grins “-and you think he’s attractive right?” he finishes, and her face flushes an even darker red if physically possible, and she felt like it was suddenly summer in the middle of December as she attempts to stutter out a response, while saeyoung laughs. 

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Saeran felt a slight pang of jealousy at the scene in front of him, the way his brother seemed to have a talent to talking to people, and he was jealous about that, but not in this moment. He didn’t exactly understand jealousy, especially not being jealous of his brother flirting with this girl. He wasn’t exactly a flirty or even outgoing guy, so why did he feel the need to stand and go talk to her, to make her like him more than his brother? The feeling didn’t sit right with him, but yet, that light cozy feeling he felt when he looked at her was something that he enjoyed. 

Is this what-affection feels like? Disgusting. Yet- I never want to be without it again. 

When his brother returns to the table, he practically swipes his cup out of his twins hand, taking a bite, and mumbling something incoherent towards his redheaded twin. 

“Huh? What was that dear brother of mine? You need to speak up more if you want to be heard. I’m sure the pretty lady at the counter can’t hear you at this table. We have enough distance between us.” Saeyoung girns as he stares at his brothers pouting stance. 

“H-How did you talk to her so easily?” Saeran’s eventually able to mumble out, attempting to hide his face from his brother, not because he was embarrassed, but because he didn't want to see his brothers smirk, nor be teased about it. 

“I just did” he grins “I can’t talk you through it Saeran, you just gotta do it yourself. But believe me, she’s had her eyes on you since you entered the building. Go ask for her number, and I’m sure she’d give it to you. Or you can just give her yours.” 

“I-I cant just ask that-” 

“Sure you can! Guys do it all the time!” 

“But-” 

“Oops-” Saeyoung can’t stop the grin on his face when he pushes his brother's cup over and his ice cream splatters onto the floor. He had full intentions to clean it up, he just needed to give his brother a push to talk to her. “Awe you hardly ate any of it. Here, go buy a new one while I clean this!” 

Saeran grumbles but stands anyway to make his way back to the counter to replace his spilled ice cream with a small sigh.

Just ask for her number? Is it really just that simple? 

“What can I do for you?” She gives a soft smile, and he can feel the blush return to his cheeks. 

She’s a lot prettier up close. 

“Y-Yeah- I need two scoops of- uh- mint?” he asks, insteads of states and she nods “Of course, was there- anything else?” she asks 

It’s now or never. 

“Uh- yeah. Actually- there is one more thing-” he says quietly, and she looks up as she hands him his scoops. It the time it took to ask that, she had the opportunity to finish his order. 

“Hm? What is it?”

“I-uh- can I get your phone number?” he’s eventually able to stutter out, and as her cheeks flush pink, she gives a small nod, reaching over to grab ahold of a pen and a stray napkin, writing down the ten digits for her number, and handing it to him with a soft smile. 

“You will call right?” she asks as she hands it to him, and he nods his head, as if eager. 

“I-I will” he states, and she gives a nod of her head. 

“I’m (Y/N)” 

“I’m Saeran” he responds, 

“Well Saeran, I will be seeing you later” she smiles, as another couple makes their way into the shop, and saeyoung wraps his arm across his brothers shoulders, leading him out of the ice cream parlor with a grin on his face. Saeran wasn’t even focused on his brother leading him from the shop, rather he was focused on the napkin he held tightly in front of him as he read the message over and over, as if unable to believe it. 

Call me anytime (: (xxx) xxx-xxx -(Y/N) <3 

The message itself was simplistic but it was the fact that it was written for him, and no one else, that he was the one that caught her attention, and not his loud, outgoing older brother made him even more excited. 

I can’t wait to call her. 

[idjitlili]

Heat of the moment

Thorin x reader

As requested on quotev , by a lovely reader, they wanted more thorin so here you are.

Summary: you end up in middle earth , only to fall for the dwarven king.

N/o/p= number of pillows Chips= fries , we British here, plus in lotr Sam calls them chips so that's how it's gonna be. Fries are skinny chips. Word count:2673

It was a day in July , well night you had fell asleep in your bed in your room on your n/o/p ,nice and toasty. You had been dreaming about eating a nice bunch of chips , golden thick potatoes. They tasted like keanu reeves love in a potato. oh how you wish to real live that, but you were roughly awoke by something prickly poking you. "Five more minutes ,mummy /mommy/mama." You groaned as the thing stopped poking you, you felt rough ground stabbing your back as you rolled over.

You felt under you with your left hand to only to feel your mattress sheet not your mattress , and just your fluffy blanket you used in the summer instead of the duvet somethings. You slowly opened your eyes , as the bright light hit your eyes , causing you to groan again rubbing your eyes to make them focus. When you opened them again you were faced with a bunch of short men and an old man and an even shorter man. You look at them wide eye, as hatted dwarf held a stick that poked you they look at you in confusion some held weapons.

"Why are you in my room?!" You had almost shouted , grabbing a pillow holding it up in defence,you looked pretty bad,what you gonna do braid eachothers hair and have a pillow fight. Its only lucky that you had put your new pair of shoes in their box on the other side of your bed ,with socks so you could cherish them. Well be ready for the next day,to wear them inside.Little did you know would be travelling with these short men,due to the wizards say so. "uh,lass this is the forest." the short man with the stick and hat had spoken up causing you to gasp when noticed you were in a forest,and so was your bed,you could ony come up with answer to this mess...

"HElp! I've been kidnapped." you had shouted,remove your blanket pulling on your socks and shoes ,standing up,before you can run the majestic hair dwarf shouts. "circle her lads," and with that a barrier of short men surround you. You stood on your bedding ,luckily in clean shoes ,and your night clothes aka a strappy top,with your favourite tv show characters on it,and the shorts that come with,and yeah they are short. You were exposed by strange men ,and you didnt like that,your bust on show and yours ass if you bent over. Thats what she said.

You picked up your blanket ,placing the pillow down,wrapping it around you ,to cover youself. "what do you want from me?" you had spoke anooyed by the sitution,though the majestic man was quite the looker,if you were honest."your the only that fell out of the sky,what do you want?" A short ginger one had growled ,pissed off."what Gloin is trying to say is that we never touched you ,Dwalin was on watch when you fell ,we do not know how you didnt wake up from the impact." the shoretest man that reminded you very much of John waston from sherlock.

You didnt know what to think of the sitution ,then the man that was apparently a wizard spoke to you and the majestic man privately,saying that he was going to try get you home ,after you admitted you never had heard of Rohan ,or erebor or middle earth,concluding you werent from this world. So basically the wizard you know as now Gandalf is forcing this other dude who is a dwarf , a dwarf! Can you believe it? on this journey to reclaim his home ,he wasnt impressed but soon enough he agreed.

Gandalf had forced the company to stop at a small village :so he could buy you clothes,a tooth brush,cleaning supplies and womanly products,you had thanked him dearly. You now wore ,your small trainers with these legging pants and a tunic plus a coat but it was too hot for that right now,during the day anyways. Then you all were back on the road ,and you would have to share a pony with one of the dwarves,which ended up with you sharing with Thorin's youngest nephew.

It didnt take much for you to lift yourself up on the pony,well actually you just swung your leg up and boom you sat upon it as kili mounts behind you struggling a bit. "damn ,miss y/n those are some long legs." he had smirked from behind ,you felt like he was going to be doing a lot of flirting. "uh yeah ,puberty does that sometimes." you spoke gripping the rains of the pony lightly,as the company began to move.your coat in your new bag on the side of the pony hanging,leaving you in your tunic and pants,kili pushed at against you back,one arm around your waist.

"I would sure love to get lost in them." his grip tightened a little,as fili laughed at his brothers remark,your face screwed up."..uh...how long do dwarves live generally?" you questioned,to anyone in ear range. "around 200-250 years ,lassie." Bofur spoke up behind you ,you hummed in response. "and how old are you kili?" Thorin was listening in on the conversation as the whole company had went silent to hear it too. "77." he was confused at what you were gettingat ,he was a little scared even.

"right so the average human lives for 80 years ,right. So if you was to date or court me ,i'll be dead before you mature." bilbo laughed at you ,with some of the others. "what are you getting at?" he stated his face like pink with embarrassment. "if i was to get with any dwarf ,they would be older."you had smirked thinking of someone in mind,Thorin smiled to himself only Dwalin was able to see,he smirked at him,for Thorin to give him a look which almost told him to drop it. Which he didnt later he would tease him.

Thorin had grew to like you more than a member of his company,in the past couple of weeks ,as did you he was very attractive how could you not. Now you were in Rivendell,in which Elrond had supplied the company with food as he talked to andalf about you.It concluded he had no idea how this could happen and then later they would talk to lady galadriel about it. she didnt have a clue,except galadriel thought there was a reason you were brought to this world and you should carry on with the company.

After that you had been led to your room,which had a bloody bath,oh my you were so glad about. Once you had finish you had wrapped a single towel around your body,going to get dressed ,at this point it was late at night everyone would have been asleep by now.However before you could even dress,your bag was gone,with all your clothes ,and an elf had taken your dirty ones when you had gotten in the bath. You had no clue what to do,you would not go to sleep naked in the elves guest bed,not that they werent clean,youjust never know whos been in there or done what.

You decided the best thing to do was go wondering around until you found someone,just in a towel and your shoes,wet hair sticking to your skin ,making you shiver. Opening the beautiful carved pine door,quietly ,before shutting it behind you walking down the hall. It was more than cold out in the hall,your room had a fire lit by the same elf that took your clothes. In honesty you knew you have to go ask onee of the dwarves if they had a spare tunic or something;but that was an incredibly awkward and emabarrassing.If you went fili he would tell kili and then they would tease you,kili would tell everyone how those legs looked in just his tunic,you didnt want it to happen and you didnt want them laughing at you.

Thorin.

You felt like you could trust him,but you felt like if he saw you like this he would never like you back,and you had developed big feelings for him. Even though you barely spoke,he would check on you regularly not when the others where around,when bathing in the rivers he would stand watch, Apparently just incase you drown ,or the others especially his nephews tried peeking or you got attacked. Some how he would know when you got your period he take your watch ,lay hot stones in your bed ,he even made you tea.Dwalin would grin,knowing his bestfriend deeply cared for the human from another world. Damn Thorin and those thic-

you were so deep in thought you didnt notices a figure walk out thier door as you walked down the hall,causing you crash into them. You had lost grip of the towel ,only for the figure to pull you against them holding the back of the towel up,pulling around your sides. You gasped,scared the figure had seen your breasts,but their actions were so sonic speed they hadnt and you were pressed against their muscular chest. You had looked up to see Thorin ,your eyes had widened,you had taken the sides of the towel wrapping around yourself again ,as Thorin looked away. "I-im so sorry." you had spoken stuttering slightly,looking at the floor,before going to walk away,but Thorin had gripped your arm stopping you. "what are doing out here,y/n,in just a towel." he had asked sternly,he thought you were to no good,if you get me,and he was not impressed.

"uh..well.um I had a bath went to get dressed but my bag was gone,so it turns out they had told me that they were going to gift me stuff..but they  must have used it for my measurements,okay so I dont know.All i do know is I am search of something to wear,Its freezing." you spoke still not sure on your own words,it didnt seem right that the elves would take all your clothes. "stupid bloody elves,just leave you naked to freeze to death.I have some spare clothes if you need them." he hated the elves more that they had taken your belonging ,yet didnt he liked the way your hair fell once wet and the shine on your skin from the now cold water.

You had nodded eagerly ,he hadled you into his room,guiding you to sit down in the chair next to the fire,whilst he got you cllothes.He had came back with only only his dark blue tunic,handing it to you."I'm sorry ,my spare trousers are currents drying since kili decided to jumped on me covering me in mud like a dog." he spoke turning around allowing you to dress quickly infront of the fire,you let out a small giggle. "its fine,you have helped me so much,i would be laughed at if i had ran into anyone else. Doesnt matter what anyone else says you are very nice dude. thank you so much,goodnight." you had hugged him,he stood there a little taken back at your words hugging you back wishing you goodnight as you went back to your room.

He had watched you leave ,he like seeing you in his tunic,which only reached barely your mid thigh. He knew he wouldnt be sleeping soon,he was glad you bumped into him and not anyone else,he already thought you were beautiful from your personality but now you were bodacious.

In the morning your clothes still hadnt turned up,and an elf had knocked informing you for breakfast ,so you had no choice but to try sort your hair and go to breakfast in just a tunic and shoes.You looked like you were really at home and sorta a whore. Not that it was your fault at all. You had walked there crossing your arms looking down ,mulitple gasps were heard as you arrived.You had quickly sat down to the closest open sit which turns out was next to Thorin. "lass where are your clothes?"

"yeah you are practially naked."

"damn those legs bend over for me." kili had smirked saying the second,only to be kicked hard under the table by thorin ,who you sent a smile to him thanking him.

"treat her with some respect,shes not some bloody toy." Thorin had spat angrily at his nephew ,who looked down in embarrassment. "BAHAHAH YOU MUST  BE SO EMBARRASSED." You were tempted to say,pointing at him while laughinghysterically at him,sound like someone? yeah i would show you a picture but he stands to still I cant see him."im sorry ,miss y/n," he spoken sincerely towards you. "itsfine,dont worry about it." you had stated you were embarrassed by the sitution too.

After a few minutes Dwalin decided to break the silence,"lass where are your clothes,seriously?" he asked,he knew that wasnt your shirt.Damn the elves appart from elrond ,and Lindir looked at you in disgust. "uh well,I actually dont know,i got of the bath and then asked couldnt find my bag anywhere." you spoke looking at the fruits that sat infront of you,eating a piece of mellon. "oh miss y/n,i had an extra bag in mine and kili's room,i didnt know where it was from. I'll go get it,it must be yours." and with that fili rushed off to get it fpr you,soon returning passing it to as you place it on the floor. "thank you,fili.2 he had sent you a smile that reminded you deeply of seth rogen ,you couldnt help but picture him as seth rogen if you thought of him,you didnt know why.

And with that everyone was back to eating breakfast;oh what until someone questioned you again. "wait is that uncles tunic?" kili had questioned you ,causing a small blush to apear on your face,you nod going back to eating.Fili and Kili snickered,you looked up glaring at them wanting to know what was so funny. "did you happen to stay with him last night.?" and with that they burst out laughing again ,now with bofur.  "are you still tight about me not wanting you to get lost in my legs?hm" you had spoke annoyed ,causing bilbo to luagh,gandalf smirking at you.kili and fili stopped laughing,kili just blushed again. "nothing did happen,but I would mostly definitly enjoy having him in my legs." and with that you got up ,crouching down to grab your bag before heading to your to your room.

Only for Thorin to run after you,you were about to walk into your room,only to be smashed into the wall,lips pressed roughly against yours,you knew who it was from his beard ,and his strength. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist,as his hands cupped your bare bottom gently,before taking you into your room. In the end you did get a proper apology from kili and life was swell.

that was until,HEAT OF THE MOMENT 'rise and shine y/n' joking joking.

Turns out your purpose in middle earth was to save Thorin and his nephews,

idk what happened it went pretty shit.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

saving graces marcus moreno x reader

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Prompt: “You dont strike me as a professional criminal.” “thats what makes me so good at it.”

song: knife under my pillow by maggie lindemann

tag list: @cynic-spirit

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"im starting to get worried about her. she just sits in her room all day, shutting everyone out. and before you ask, yes i have invited her to all of our outings but she always tells me no... i dont know what to do at this point. shes gonna have to leave for work eventually; im not paying rent by myself."

i heard my roommate say from her room. i stood with my back against my bedroom door and sighed. i didnt need to read her mind to know what she thought of me, it was pretty apparent. not that i could control it anyway. it kind of came and went.

"Bradly its a problem!"

she said loudly and i closed my eyes, shoving my hands deep in my hoodie pockets. 'maybe shes depressed again.' i heard him say and i snapped my eyes back open. nope i definitely didnt want to be in his head right now. i just shook it off, pulling my bedroom door open and crossing the hall. i knocked on her doorframe lightly and she paused, staring at me with wide eyes.

"im going out, i probably wont be back for a while."

i said in a soft voice and she nodded, mouth hung slightly open. i didnt wait for her to say anything back, i just made my way through the apartment and to the front door. when i swung it open the cool breeze hit me in the face immediately. it was late autumn but it was only just beginning to feel like it; we did live in a pretty warm city after all. i hummed at the thought as i pressed my way down the stairs and onto the sidewalk. town was only a ten minute walk and usually i could make it without running into anyone.

i guess that wasnt going to happen today though. as i saw a woman about my age walk towards me i ducked my head down, lifting the hood of my jacket over my head. 'oh thats cute, i should get one, wonder where she got it.' i heard and i shook my head. 'maybe i could google the motif, what was it again? oh well.' she thought and i rolled my eyes, quickening my pace to get away from her.

as i came to the stop light at the end of the street i was met with a few other people waiting to cross like me. 'did i put my grocery list back in my bag?' came from the old woman. 'i wonder what would happen if i crossed the street before the light turned green.' came from the the teen in the blue hoodie, standing away from his mom. i just looked to him and drew my brows. 'i really need to stop wearing my good heels to work, theyre starting to scuff and i dont have money to get them fixed.' came from his mom. i just rolled my eyes at her and looked back to the stop light.

as soon as it turned white i walked across the street with the group, nodding to a man walking his dog in the opposite direction. he nodded back but didnt think anything, or not that i could hear. that was a relief. i bit my tongue as i got closer to the corner store. usually i could get away with stealing a few things here and there, tucking them into my hoodie. it was usually small but pricey stuff i knew i could sell online. lord knows i need the money, i haven't told my roommate that i got laid off about a month ago and this was my only source of income currently. the only good thing about it was that i could sometimes read the minds of the people around me to know if they suspected anything. but i always made sure to buy something just in case.

i stepped inside of the store and smiled at the clerk as she waved at me. i had been coming in long enough that they all kind of knew me by now, something to keep me on their positive side and not think anything bad about me. they knew i liked to walk around for a little bit before checking out, a new energy drink flavor and snack chip bag in hand.

i made my way down a few aisles, picking a few things up and looking over them before putting them back. i knew the store like the back of my hand and knew just where the security camera blind spots where. i looked up to one and stepped around the shelf to be in front of the endcap. in front of me was a new shipment set of headphones, each twenty five dollars a piece. jackpot. i picked two off the shelf, closing my eyes to see if anyone was around. nothing. i looked too before slipping them into my pocket.

when i rounded the corner again to the next aisle i froze. there was a man standing there but he didnt look away from the product he was reading the back of. i just stepped slowly down the aisle, looking at a few items, pushing them around the shelf. when i felt his eyes on me i tensed. 'interesting choice of attire.' i heard and i rolled my eyes. i turned and faced him to walk further down the aisle but he looked away quickly. 'oh shes cute though.' i heard and i could feel my heartbeat quicken. then a few others thoughts made their way into my brain.

"shut up."

i whispered to myself, rubbing the side of my head and closing my eyes tightly.

'thats a lot of shit.' 'maybe i could get this with my next paycheck.' 'damn i needed that but theyre all gone.' All the patrons thoughts flooded into my brain at once and i couldn't focus anymore. i moved my other hand up and held my head in place, swaying back and forth. 'damn, is she alright? maybe i should help.' i heard him again, singled out as the others moved around. it was like i could pluck them out of the air with my bare hands. i just shook my head, falling into the shelf to my right and knocking a few things off of it.

"excuse me, are you alright?"

he asked and i snapped my eyes open. he was stood in front of me with a concerned look on his face but leaned back when i looked at him. 'she did not have purple eyes a minute ago.' he thought and i drew my brows, shaking my head and sliding to the ground. then i felt his hand on my shoulder.

"do you need some help? can i call someone?"

he asked but it was hard to hear. everyone was so loud all of a sudden. i just dug my nails into my hood.

"make it stop."

i cried out.

"make what stop?"

"the voices."

i said, looking back to him. he tried to study my face for a moment and i couldn't pick his voice out of the crowd anymore.

"do you have powers?"

he asked quietly as a tear slipped down my cheek. i swallowed hard, looking over his face.

"i dont know."

i said, my lip trembling. he sent me a soft smile.

"im marcus, im the leader of the heroics. and ive seen enough new powers to know when someone has them. you said you heard voices... are you a telepath?"

he asked and i shrugged.

"i think so but i cant control it. i hear them sometimes but not always, and i can never tell when im just gonna invade someone's brain."

i confessed and the voices stopped.

"let me help you."

he said, taking my arm and helping me to my feet. i wiped the tears away and tucked my hands into my pocket. my eyes got wide when i felt it was empty.

"shit."

i mumbled under my breath, looking to the floor and seeing both sets of headphones on the floor amongst a few of the items that had fallen when i did.

"oh, was some of that yours?"

he asked innocently and i shook my head no, squatting down and picking up my wallet.

"nope, just missing this."

i said, stuffing it back in my pocket and placing the stuff back on the shelf, holding the headphones up for him to see.

"i dont think these go here, ill go put them back."

he nodded and i turned my back to him, rounding the corner and shoving them back in my pocket. i grumbled to myself as i stepped forward towards the food part of the store.

"going so soon?"

i heard him say behind me and i slowly turned to face him.

"uh i came for something, i might as well get it."

i said and he nodded, walking to me.

"mind if i join? i really did mean i wanted to help. i know someone you could talk to."

i scoffed at him as he followed me down the chip aisle.

"yeah and by help you mean people who will experiment on me to figure out how my powers work."

"thats not it at all."

he said a little hurt, holding the basket he had loosely in his hand as i plucked some hot chips off the shelf.

"yeah, sure."

i said and he sighed, following me to the other end of the aisle and raising his brow at me as i plucked an energy drink off the shelf too.

"if you come with me we can figure out how they work, together, and we can train you-"

"to be a heroic? i dont think so."

i said with a short laugh, walking quickly to the register.

"why not?"

he asked and i snorted, paying for my goods and taking the bag from the woman with a small thank you. he just placed the basket he was holding on the counter and followed me out of the store, abandoning it.

"look, i dont want to be a superhero. i can barely handle life as it is and know i wouldnt be able to save anyone, now will you please just leave me alone."

i said and i heard him stop following me.

“when i first saw you You didnt strike me as a professional criminal.”

he said and i froze in my tracks. i was almost on the other side of the parking lot already. i should just keep going. but damnit i cant. i looked down and shook my head before turning around. i pulled the headphones out of my pocket and waved them in the air.

“thats what makes me so good at it.”

i said snarkily before moving to walk away from him, tucking them back in my pocket and keeping on my way. i continued back on the path i had taken to get to the store, stopping at the light as it turned red. when a car pulled up beside me on the wrong side of the road i looked to him like he was crazy.

"what the hell are you doing?!"

i asked and he nodded towards the passenger side.

"please, at least let me drive you home, we can talk."

he said and i shook my head in disbelief.

"why would i get in a car with you? you drive on the wrong side of the road."

i acknowledged, walking when the light turned white. he just pulled his car in front of me and parked it, getting out and standing tall over me.

"please."

he said and i rolled my eyes.

"look, marcus, i think youre cute too but this is not how to get a date."

i said, side stepping him but he caught my arm.

"why did you steal that stuff?"

he asked and i looked from his arm to his face.

"i dont owe you my life story."

"and i dont need to be a telepath to know you need this."

he said, letting me go. i just looked over his face before he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a business card.

"please, just think about it. i do want to help you. just think about it."

i took the card and scanned it, shoving it into my pocket after.

"fine."

[be-the-spark-flyboy]

Bad At Love

Call It What You Want (3/?)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Med student!Poe x reader

A/N: finallyyyyy Im gonna slowburn the shit outta this (gif not mine btw and I’m terrible at summaries)

Chapter summary: you spend your free weekend the trio. Mondays are the absolute worst.

Warning: swearing, a terrible relationship, one bad pun(that I do not regret)

Word count: ~1.6k

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“Yeah but don’t over mix it,” You instruct Finn as he siftes flour into the mixing bowl, mixing it in with the eggs and sugar.

Rey and Poe sit at the dining table, watching the two of you bake. After melting a spatula by accident, Finn had banned Rey from the kitchen for the rest of the day. Poe wasn’t allowed in from the beginning, much to his chagrin, but Finn had insisted, saying that it was the best decision, if he still wanted to have a kitchen by the end of the day.

So it was left with you and Finn. The plan was to make cookies and popcorn and watch holiday movies the whole weekend.

Usually, you would spend your weekends alone, or with Jessika, binge watching netflix shows or working. Jessika calls you boring for that, but if you went out to parties like she did, you’d probably be hiding away from everyone else anyways. So this was a much better option for you.

Rey had insisted that you spend the day with her at Finn’s place. Somehow that had turned into a sleepover and here you are in her pajamas making cookies in the kitchen. You really enjoy spending time with the three of them and you’re really glad Rey cared about you enough to practically drag your antisocial ass into their plans.

“Are you done yet?” Rey whines loudly from her seat.

“We haven’t even put it in the oven!” Finn exclaims, exasperated.

“We could just eat the cookie dough,” Poe chips in much to Reys delight but both Finn and you simultaneously shoot down the suggestion.

“Poe, you’re a med student, you should know better!” Finn adds on as Poe slumps in his seat, pouting. The truth was, you and Finn had already eaten a tiny bit of cookie dough, just to taste test. You know the children will insist on having some too, if they found out you did. “Go pick a movie to put on, at least,”

Rey perks up again, sprinting out of her seat, “Oh we’re watching Home Alone!” Poe sprints after her, yelling, “What no! We’ve watched it a million times already!”

Literal children.

The cookies turn out pretty good in the end. Finn makes Rey and Poe set up the rest of the things, just to keep them away from the kitchen.

Before you know it, you are watching Home Alone, snuggled up in a comfortable blanket with Rey. A huge warm bowl of carmel, butter popcorn sits on your lap. Peaceful and comfortable. Until Rey swipes the whole bowl from you, “I love you, but leave some for the rest of us,”

You try to snatch It back, almost practically wailing, “I made cookies for you, you evil woman,” you hear snickering from the other couch and whip your head around, screeching, “Don’t laugh at me!”

Poe completely loses it and Finn casually pushes him off when he falls in top of him laughing, while you continue glaring at them. Rey makes use of the distraction and shoves a handful of popcorn in her mouth. “We made those cookies, give me some credit too!” Finn exclaims, offended by your statement.

“Okay fine, our cookies,” you concede.

“Hey I helped too!” Rey exclaimes.

“Oh yes, the secret ingredient. One melted spatula,” you snark her.

“Oh burn! Pun intended,” Poe chimes in.

Unsurprisingly, this is how the entire evening goes. The four of you spend it bickering playfully instead of watching the movie, but you weren’t complaining.

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Poe Dameron hated being alone, more than anything. Once, he was a kid, who had parents who loved him and a place he called home. Then suddenly he was moving to live with his godmother in an entirely different state, in a big house that just never felt like home. But at least he had Finn and Rey.

Then he’d gone to college and Finn and Rey had gotten together. They weren’t big on PDA or anything. They never did anything to make Poe feel uncomfortable or left out. But Poe couldn’t help but feel like an intruder sometimes. Somedays he’d catch them in the couch together, cuddling, watching a movie at night. And he’d just slink along the dark and shut himself in his room without uttering a single word to them. Intruder.

In a way, he had always been jealous of them. It had always been Finn and Rey, even before he became part of their duo. He just wanted to have a bond like theirs with someone. Someone who would be willing to put him before anybody else. He wanted to be the first person someone would run to if they have a problem or the first person someone would call when they have a piece of happy news to share. He wanted to be someone’s first choice, to belong with someone.

But somehow, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t even come close to finding something like that. He’d had his fair share of bad relationships, in his rush to find that someone. He had so much to give, no one to give to.

“Hello?” Carefully manicured fingers snap infront of his face. Poe startles slightly. Great, he zoned out again. “You’re not even listening to me,” Sarah leans back into her chair, displeasure etched on her face.

“No no, I’m listening. Just tired,” he takes a swig of his coffee.

Whatever he has with Sarah, he knew it wouldn’t last. They don’t work together and he was aware of it. But at this point, having something felt better than nothing. He knew she didn’t love him. If she did, Poe would’ve given anything to make it work.

Yes, he was aware of how desperate he sounded.

“Yeah, whatever,” she dismisses him with a wave. “You wanna go back to my place for the night?” A sultry smile spreads in her face, fingers lacing with his, on top of the table. Sarah was a good girlfriend sometimes. She’d buy him coffee, ask him how his day was, be nice to him. But that was only if she wanted something in return.

Poe sighs heavily, “I can’t tonight. Sorry babe,” babe. It sounds so fake to his own ears. There was once when the endearment felt sweet on his tongue, and he wanted to say it, every chance he got. Now, it feels like a lie. Like he’s fooling himself.

Warm fingers withdraw from his, and the smile slips right off her face. “Alright then,” her words are clipped, nothing like the tone used on a lover. Sarah collects her belongings from the table, her cup of coffee lays half-empty beside his. “Have fun, studying,” She snaps, rising from her seat abruptly, and marching out of the coffee shop. Poe doesn’t try to stop her.

He hasn’t been over to her place in weeks. He wasn’t actually busy tonight, he just didn’t want to go. He hadn’t wanted to for some time. Maybe he was finally sick of his own girlfriend treating him like, as Finn liked to call it, a booty call. Blowing up his phone when she felt like it, then leaving him high and dry for as long as she wanted after that. Finn just doesn’t understand why Poe would let himself be treated like that. To be honest, Poe doesn’t as well.

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Mondays suck. You particularly hate this monday, after the sleepover you had at Finn’s over the weekend. The four of you had passed out on the couch that night, crashing from sugar high after eating way too many cookies and popcorn for just four people. Although Finn still insists it was just the right. You had so much fun nonetheless.

Your professor’s droning had already put half the people in the lecture hall to sleep. You try your best to stay awake, although you know you are fighting a losing battle. The guy beside you had long since given up, it seems. His head is resting on the table and he is fast asleep.

You had managed to spend an entire semester not uttering a single word to the guy who had been sitting next to you for literally every single lecture. That was how bad you were at making friends. Maybe you had smiled at the tall, dark haired dude, once, at the beginning of the semester, but that was it.

Maybe part of the reason he chose to sit beside you was because he was just as quite as you. He mostly kept to himself. Occasionally you’d see him talk to one or two people here and there, but that was it. You weren’t complaining, really. You were perfectly content with finishing the whole semester without uttering a single word to him. But it seemed your professor had a different plan.

Your professor slams his palm on the front desk to get everyone’s attention. A few figures jump at the sudden noise and a few others groan, but everyone was awake.

“I know the topic is a little dry but come on, guys,” he says. “I’m making an announcement about the final assessment, at least pay attention to that,” Your professor was pretty cool. He was willing to go above and beyond for anyone who asked for help although the lectures literally bored everyone to hell. You fish out your notebook from your bag, ready to jot down whatever he was going to say. “The final assessment, will be done in pairs,” In pairs? Why had god abandoned you? Who were you going to ask? You didn’t know anyone in the class. You take it back, your professor was not cool.

Thankfully before you could start going partner hunting, the guy beside you turns to face you and he asks, “Hey, would you mind pairing up with me for this assignment?” You don’t hesitate before agreeing, relieved by the turn of events.

He flashes you a smile, “I’m Ben Solo,”

—-

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[workingonit-currently]

Two parts to the heart.

Krish, our DM, is doing two parts today. One with the group minus Courage and one with Courage as she rides away. (80 min of aleris, silas and im time!) Let’s see how this goes. (discussion of bard and dragons before session officially starts.)

Start of session we check back in with Im and Aleris, walking to the crone.

Silas and Drusten still not exactly having a romantic walk. 

Im and Aleris time!

passing fields

They eventually get to the crone. She’s drawn a rune circle. She has WAY too much energy

Might be a sacrifice

Don’t touch Link-Noted!

Crone calls Imogen old and I LIVE for it!

Calls Aleris ‘short lady’ (I am happy.)

What is it with short people calling Aleris short

Imogen places the special book in the middle of the circle. 

SHE MIGHT BE SUMMONING SOMETHING!?

She’s grabbing random stuff to put in the circle?

SHE IS SUMMONING SOMETHING!

“It’s time to finally do an Arcana check.”

“Sorry, my hands are a bit stinky” - Thanks for that image Aleris!

Aleris knows the crone’s summoning something from the past or future.

Aleris wants to see where this goes so doesn’t say anything

Crone starts chanting mysterious words

“Hi. What the fuck.” - Imogen

They have summoned a very old man. Long grey beard, Typical wizard’s hat and a giant staff with one gem?

HE IS HARVISH HAVERSHAM?!!!

He gives Im another copy of his book. Im might rage

Haversham and Im are not getting along. Great...

“I’m going back to my own time. You-You were so much more pleasant back then. Now you’re just skin folds.” -Haversham to the crone.

He goes back and now Im has a SIGNED copy of his book of healing. 

Aleris asks the real questions while Im is grumbling. “Why did you summon him if you hate him?”

Apparently she did not mean to summon him. She wanted to summon someone else.

Im’s book has cool spells now! NICE!

The Crone is done with Imogen and Aleris now

Imogen hears giggling at the back of her head and questions what it is. (Shows she’s not use to having a warlock pact.)

The fey silences as she ALSO is not use to having a warlock.

(hmm, too many ‘new’ gods I’d say. How to fix that...)

Imogen is RUDE! (that might come back to bite her.)

ALERIS IS ON HER WAY BACK TO THE TAVERN TO TELL COURAGE ABOUT THE EVENT! (Wee woo, wee wooo! ALERT! PANIC!)

Wow...the fey queen is so much nicer than the Raven Queen.

They head back to the tavern. (panic mode!-for me)

No one is there. 

Im sits and reads her book. Oooh, fancy.

ALERIS GOES TO HER ROOM! To talk to Courage...

(I am in panic!)

Aleris sees the note

She picks it up and it’s hastily written. It says (SOMETHING! I can’t remember it fully. okay. Panic! What we know is Courage has gone.)

Silas and Drusten time?

Silas and Drusten time.

They just sit, having lunch.

Silas checks if there’s a vet and apparently is getting a gift for Courage because their birthdays are both on April 1st. (what a LOVELY birthday present. Leaving after Silas’ birthday, just as he gets you a present.)

Silas and Drusten find a clinic to check Mat out. (Mat, Silas’ snake.)

Tortle receptionist.

Silas wants to check Mat in.

“My name is Silas Haruki.” -EXCUSE ME! That’s a cute last name Silas!

Tortle tells them to take a seat. They wait for 30min -an hour

They go in. (Drusten offers his hand to walk Silas in.)

The vet inspects Mat and is concerned with his quietness

We still might consume the rich

The doctor/Vet says to give him more time outside the bag and Mat should be fine.

Silas argues that his ‘friends’ wouldn’t like that. (So now, apparently, we’re his FRIENDS!)

Vet hands them a note for a place in Mernin Isle for them to go to, secretly...

“Mat won’t die in the next two days.” -How reassuring Doc!

They might want to go visit the other Vets on the Isle

Silas goes out to search for stores to buy a birthday gift for Courage’s birthday. 

Silas has strong opinions on Gifts and Gift Shops

Silas doesn’t know what Courage would want...he’s growing more distant from her.

Silas mentions the highland cow and the plush highland cow. (Aleris has that.)

Drusten offers to pitch in for the gift but..awkward...Silas refuses and stuff...

“She could start a highland cow plushy collection.” -Yes, thank you Drusten. Spitting some facts!

Apparently Aleris ave the cow to Courage at some point?!

Drusten advises him to get her chocolates

Silas thinks it’s shoddy and rubbish so Drusten says, ‘please let me pitch in to repay you.’

Silas casually talking about killing Aleris’ fiancé.

So they go to a blacksmith to get a weapon. 

THE BLACKSMITH IS IRISH! (I love her!)

And the accent is gone. But it was there!

Shows off her wares. 

Silas looks at the sickles and greataxes. 

Silas picks a greataxe, which is tragic really. As Courage’s player...I KNOW something Silas does not..

(Panic. Panicccc.)

AND HE’S GETTING AN ENGRAVING!

‘A shoeid’ (but with an accent I can not type.)

Drusten and Silas get a fish and chips.

(also: Where is Silas storing this axe? It heavy..)

They head back to the tavern. Surprised by Im’s reading! (Silas didn’t know she could even READ!)

“Our room now?” -EXCUSE ME DRUSTEN!? Oooh, moving fast I see.

Silas just wraps the greataxe and sees where the others are. 

Silas is SOMEHOW not a rogue.

Knocks on Courage’s door and then knocks on Aleris’ door

Aleris is not answering...

Goes to Courage: The P.O.V that is

no on the temple

Courage sees this weird chain tree walking..

veers away from tree and leaves them go, walk to the town

a caravan people ask if she wants to join them, she says no, ‘she’s done with people’. They think she might kill them, she will not. they part ways.

get in the tavern and order a drink, ask around for clues to find the cult/marina reviving people

frighten a few people out of the tavern

Brown cloaked man finally tells Courage goo information.

HE’S cool!

he’s a necromancer

“Come with me-Actually sit down.”

Sits and he explains.

Raven Queen symbol sets him off, pulling Courage over the table.

Courage rolls to intimidate and it fails, he sits back.

Courage is deluded. 

“A very advanced wizard?”

Courage communes with the raven queen to get her out of the man’s head

“Roll me a d20.” -Words all players want to hear

Courage in her mind: ‘I am going to get in trouble for this. Pain is coming.’

Courage walks him out of the bar and sets him down next to his house, old alley talking

Takes any obvious weapons off him. 

“He has a bag that could be used as a bludgeoning weapon given how full of books it is.”

He heads in and Courage follows. (darn. Should have locked him away.)

He gives Courage some books to look through on the table.

They won’t help and he just explains. IS SUPER NERVOUS.

He says “The Raven Queen is looking to resummon a pretty powerful person. It’s not uncommon. ”

Pulls out a poster with maddened scribbles.

“They’re trying to remake the world.”

The Raven Queen’s been insisting this man to find Courage, caused him pain. 

Wants to destabilize everything. So gods can summon what they want.

(oh god I might be making Courage evil...)

“The raven queen isn’t the only god in the world.”

He refused to help properly so as she leaves Courage cuts his arm and dislocates it, it’s barely hanging on.

(Me and the DM talk about aura of Courage. Also, may I just say: AHHH! Intimidation, being broody, all that junk...AHH! I am not ready for it but Courage has been brainwashed over the years so...Slightly evil Courage.)

[dawn-fights-gacha]

Honeypot

Pairing: Moteldwelling x reader, Cherry x reader

Summary: Cherry has been your roommate for the longest time, and one day, you just can’t resist her anymore.

A/N:  hehe, okay, um, yall are probably like wayyy too hyped for this, and this is like my 3rd time writing smut (or writing in general oops) so please, give me all the constructive criticism you have. Also, this took wayy to long for me to write, im soo sorry.  Also, this kinda kicked off my start of writing fics on tumblr. Also, can we just appreciate the amazingness that is @moteldwelling cuz like...damn that’s a whole ass woman right there.

Baking.

At least, that was what you intended to do. Your roommate, Cherry, was out of the house, on a run to go get some drinks to celebrate her A on her test. You knew how hard she had worked, and how much this grade meant to her, so you decided to surprise her with a vanilla angel cake, with not only one, but two layers.

You would have never gone through the trouble to make a cake for someone, but there was something different with Cherry. The moment she had let you move in with her, you were completely enthralled by her. It might have been how flawless she is, how goddamn hot she is, or how talented and smart she is. 

No matter what the case was, you were absolutely in love with her, no doubts or hesitation. 

It’s been so long since you’ve admitted to yourself that you had caught feelings for her, and you really wanted to tell her, but there was one thing stopping you.

The lack of self-confidence.

You knew that Cherry was completely out of your league, you’ve always known this. You didn’t even know if she swung for girls. The way the chips were adding up, nothing was going in your favor.

But you couldn’t help but wonder, fantasize, and daydream about her. 

Her plump lips, the curve of her body, her captivating eyes, even the amazing, sexy, black dress she stepped out in, the one that accentuated all her beauty. 

Perfect. Flawless. Beautiful. Masterpiece. Art. Sex on legs.

There were so many words that described her, yet not enough words.

You shook your head, an attempt of trying to focus on the task at hand, the cream-colored cake batter that sat in front of you.

One thing was for sure, though: You might have been making a vanilla cake for her, but you were one hundred percent sure that sex with her was anything but vanilla.

You mentally scolded yourself and continued to stir the batter, trying to focus your thoughts on the batter and not your crazily hot roommate.

You poured out the batter into a circular pan and put in the pre-heated oven, absentmindedly blowing a piece of stray hair out of your face.

Now, you have an almost empty bowl of cake batter and a carton of frosting, just waiting for the cake to be finished in order to put the final touch.

You stared at the almost empty bowl of cake batter until you finally gave in, taking a finger to scrape the side of the bowl, gathering the batter on your pointer finger, then bringing it to your mouth.

Sweet, but probably not sweeter than Cherry.

You sighed heavily, then hoisted yourself onto the kitchen counter, bringing the bowl onto your lap to clean it out.

You gathered another dollop of batter on your finger, and put it up to your mouth again, though this time, the door to the apartment opened up, Cherry in tow with a black, plastic bag in her hand, probably holding some sort of alcohol.

She also had that amazing dress on, and you definitely didn’t look at her cleavage. Definitely not. Nope, not you.

“Cherry, you weren’t supposed to come back yet,” you whined at her, slightly pouting. You wanted the cake to be a surprise for her. Once again, nothing was going in your favor.

“Aww, baby, I’m so sorry,” she told you. Your face picked up a little at the familiar nickname she called you, though you were sure she called everyone that. “But, I did buy us some champagne to start us off, then we could move onto this rum I found, it’s called ‘puncheon,’ I think.”

You shrugged at her, and dipped your finger back into the batter, bringing it back into your mouth.

“Well, leave some for me, at least,” she joked with you, walking over to in front of you, peering into the almost clean bowl.

“Well, maybe I’ll finish the rest of this as your punishment for coming back early,” You retorted, earning yourself a tiny glare from her. 

You scraped the remaining batter onto your pointer finger, and you were about to bring up to your mouth, though something stopped you.

Cherry’s hand held your wrist, preventing you from bringing it to your lips. You looked at her and saw something in her eyes that you’ve rarely seen in her before.

“What are you doing?” You asked, and though your voice started off strong, you started tapering off towards the end.

She didn’t answer your question, yet she slowly started to drag your hand towards herself. Looking at you dead straight in your eyes, she lifted your hand towards her own mouth, darting out her tongue to give a kitten lick to your battered-finger.

You suppressed a moan at the sight of her, but when she took your entire finger into her mouth, you lightly mewled at the feeling of her mouth surrounding your finger, her tongue swirling over your fingertip to collect all the batter onto your tongue.

Yeah, you were definitely in love with her.

Keeping your finger in her mouth, although there was no more batter left on it, she took her other hand to push the bowl out of your lap, and pulled you off the kitchen counter.

You stumbled forward a little, until you were only a couple inches away from Cherry.

“Cherry, what’s going on?” You whispered towards her, your eyes darted between her mouth and her eyes.

Slowly, she pulled your finger out of her mouth, a string of saliva still connecting the tip of your finger to her mouth.

You whimpered at the sight of it, the situation being too erotic, too much for you to hold back what you wanted to do.

You pulled your wrist out of her grasp, and gripped her waist instead, pulling her closer until you encaptured her lips in yours, her eyes fluttering shut.

Bliss. Pure bliss. That’s what this moment felt like. Her lips moving in tandem with yours, the little whimpers leaving her mouth, sounding muffled, due to your mouth creating a hindrance for her sounds to be let free.

You gripped her waist a little tighter after she brought her hands to your shoulders, her nails lightly digging into your skin.

You left one hand on her waist, the other hand traveling up and caressing her body until you left it to rest on the nape of her neck.

You lightly licked the seam of her lips, wordlessly asking for her to open her mouth to grant your tongue access, to which she didn’t accept.

So she wants to play this game, huh?

You traced your hand from her tiny waist to her ass, giving an abrupt squeeze, making her lightly gasp into your mouth, granting you the access that you wanted. No, needed.

You darted your tongue into her mouth, lightly tracing her own one, the taste of the cake batter lingering on her tongue, a sweet taste making its way onto your tongue, though a lot of the sweetness was purely and distinctly Cherry.

Seeming upset with the trick you pulled, she pushed you back into the counter, your lips not leaving each other. 

The marble was digging into your back, just a little, but you didn’t give two shits. It added to the pleasure Cherry was giving you.

Her hands traveled to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slightly. 

You got the hint and lifted your arms, pulling yourself back from her, letting her slip the shirt over your head with ease and precision.

You hadn’t felt like a bra was necessary since you weren’t going out anywhere. Cherry looked down at your bare chest, and lightly moaned at the sight of your perked-up nipples.

“No bra, (Y/N)? Is this for me?” She asked, although you were sure that she knew the answer to that question.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak actual words, so you just nodded your head and breathed out the breath of air you didn’t know you were holding.

You brought your face towards her once more, but instead of kissing her, you dipped down to place a light kiss on her neck, then started to nip and lightly suck on the skin, intent on leaving a mark for everyone to see.

Cherry moaned the prettiest sound you ever heard, most likely from the feeling of your teeth grazing over her skin, as well as the feeling of your tongue running over the spot you claimed as yours.

You felt her rummage around behind you, though you couldn’t put your attention to what she was doing, you felt pretty preoccupied with making your task of marking her and making her moan and whimper more.

That is, until you felt it.

A cold substance touched your left nipple, making you gasp and lift yourself off of Cherry’s neck to look down and see her spreading the vanilla frosting around your nipple.

The feeling of the cold frosting touching your overheating skin, as well as Cherry brushing her thumb against your right nipple was way too much for you.

You pushed your chest out into her touch, trying to seek more of the sensation she was giving you.

You gripped the marble behind you, needing something to hold onto.

Cherry then decided to repeat her actions to the other side.

“Cherry,” You moaned out her name, a light blush dusting your cheek out of embarrassment of your desperation for her, though in this moment, you didn’t really care.

When she was finished painting her masterpiece on your chest, she leant back a little, as if to admire the contrast of skin and frosting she made on you.

“Please,” you whispered, staring at her in her eyes.

You didn’t know what you were pleading for, but whatever it was, it worked.

Cherry wasted no time in dipping her head to capture you in her mouth, her tongue running over your frosting-covered nipple.

Immediately, your head dipped back and moaned loudly. You didn’t know if it was from Cherry’s warm mouth or just the fact that she was really here, really doing this, to you.

Your mind decided it was done with thinking and wondering, and just went almost blank with the scene playing out right here, in your own kitchen.

All you could think about was Cherry.

When she cleaned the offending sugary confection from your left breast, she moved onto the right one, making you moan loudly again. You moved your hand from the cold marble behind you and put it on the back of Cherry’s head, lightly holding her to your bosom and massaging her head.

You felt her smile while she was running her tongue over you, but you couldn’t care less.

“Feels good, Cherry, so good,” you rasped out for her, letting her know the effect she had on you.

She made a sound of approval, as if she appreciated you telling her how you felt.

After cleaning your right breast up, she pulled off her lips, with a soft pop, then blew lightly on the saliva she left on your skin, making it feel cold, the change in temperature making you whine a little.

You looked down at Cherry to see a little bit of the frosting left on the corner of her mouth.

You pulled her head back up to capture her in a kiss, tasting the lingering flavor of the  frosting on her tongue and cleaning up the one on the side of her mouth.

Her hands moved from your waist to behind herself, fumbling with the black dress.

You heard the soft zip of her dress, and she quickly shimmied out of it, the offending cloth pooling down at her feet.

You broke the kiss to give her a once-over, and wow, you were not ready for this.

She didn’t have on a bra, her perfect bust out in the open, her nipples hard, and the lacy black thong she had on, that left little to nothing to the imagination.

You gave her elevator eyes, and when you made eye contact with her, she had a small smirk on her face, like she knew the effect she had on you.

She stepped forward a little, out of the pool of her dress to hold your waist again.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom?” She proposed to you.

“Yes, please, Cherry,” You pleaded with her, sounding very desperate, but, to be honest, you really were desperate.

She took your hand, her grip soft, yet leading, and dragged you to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Cherry wasted no time in kissing your neck and opening the button that held your jeans up. 

The feeling of her sucking and licking the pulse point on your neck forced moans and tiny whimpers out of you, the throbbing between your legs soon becoming unbearable.

As soon as she got the button undone, she shoved her thumbs under the waistband of both 

your jeans and your panties, harshly pushing the material down until they pooled at her feet.

She moved forward a little, making you move backward until the back of your knees hit the soft mattress of her bed.

A slight push of your shoulders from Cherry indicated you to lay down on the bed, and you did so, Cherry joining in soon after.

“What do you want me to do first?” Cherry asked you, climbing on top to straddle you.

Quickly, you rolled over, moving so that Cherry was underneath you, little pants of surprise escaping her.

“I want you to stay right here, and don’t move.” You told her, giving her one last kiss before moving down her body, littering little pecks on her skin.  Cherry’s hand moved down to entangle itself in your hair, her nails scraping your scalp, sending tingles from the top of your cranium down to the end of your spine.

You kissed right over the waistband of her thong, peering up at her to see her looking right back down at you with hooded eyelids.

Right now, your goal was to make her feel so good that she’s ruined for other people.

Slowly, you pushed the waistband down, slipping the material off of her, and throwing it somewhere behind you. Her pussy was completely soaked, like your own, but you needed to focus on her needs.

“Please, (Y/N),” Cherry beseeched for you, and it was more than enough for you to grant her her wish, but you wanted more.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it, I’ll give it to you,” You told her, your face just mere centimeters away from her pussy, your breath lightly hitting her heat.

“I want you to touch me. Touch me like you need it. Make me feel it. I want you to-” Cherry’s requests and pleads were cut off by your tongue licking a hot stripe from the bottom of her pussy to the top, giving her clit a flick at the end.

Way sweeter than any confectionary good. She was sweet like a honeypot.

Cherry whimpered from the contact, egging you on to continue your ministrations.

You wrapped your lips around her clit, in a sort of erotic kiss, your tounge switching between giving long laps, to short flicks, each action from you earning a new, different sound from Cherry.

Cherry’s hips rolled into your mouth, wordlessly begging you for more. 

You wrapped one hand around her thigh, stroking the soft flesh with your thumb. You took your other hand to rub up and down her folds, collecting the juices, intending on using the ample amount of arousal as lubrication.

You slowly slid one finger inside her, earning yourself a loud moan from Cherry, and her grip on your grip tightened.

Keeping your eye on her for any sign of discomfort, you slid a second finger to join the first one, and after seeing pure pleasure on her face, you started to move your fingers in an ‘in-and-out’ motion.

You felt her clench around your fingers, and her face scrunched up a bit. You sped up your fingers a bit, properly finger-fucking her, and started giving her clit short, fast flicks, shaking your face into her pussy a bit.

“(Y/N), ‘m gonna cum,” She cried out, making you speed up even more, wanting nothing more than to feel her cum around you.

“Cum for me, Cherry,” You said from around her clit, alternating between flicking her clit with your tongue and lightly sucking on it.

With your command, Cherry cums hard, clenching down on your middle and pointer finger, a loud cry of what might have been a mix of your name and a moan escaping her lips.

And the sight of her head thrown back, one hand gripping the sheets underneath her and the other hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, this sight was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

You loved seeing her cum.

So you were gonna make her cum again.

Not slowing down your tongue, nor your fingers, you continued what you were doing, making Cherry cry out, the overstimulation being a tad uncomfortable.

“(Y/N), I can’t, I-” Cherry rasped out, her thighs slightly trembling underneath your hands.

“Yes you can, be a good girl for me, I know you can do it,” You praised her, your lips going back to her lips after you felt her body giving in to your touch.

It didn’t take long for her to cum again, a soft, little scream coming from her, though this time, you slid your fingers out of her and immediately put them in your mouth, putting on a show for her.

You looked straight in her eyes, seeing nothing but lust, and a hint of fondness in them, and your own eyes reciprocated those same emotions, if not, then more.

After you licked your fingers clean from her arousal, you climbed up the bed, hovering over her. You brushed your lips over hers, seeing how she strained her neck for more contact. You couldn’t help but give in and kiss her, making her get a taste of herself, a content moan coming from her.

Taking you by surprise, Cherry grabbed your shoulders and pushed you to lie down on the bed, her body straddling yours, taking back the dominance.

You gasped out of a mix of surprise and excitement, seeing the sly smirk on her face.

She definitely knew the effect she had on you.

She darted her tongue in your mouth, teasing you with a trace of her tongue, but quickly pulling away, making you whine in desperation.

At this point, your cunt throbbed for any type of contact.

“You look so pretty like this, (Y/N),” Cherry said to you softly, a warm feeling spreading from your heart through your entire nervous system, the praise instantly making you yearn for her more.

“Maybe I’d just want to keep you here like this, all desperate and soaking wet on my bed. How does that sound?” She said to you, making you whine out loudly, and without shame.

“I won’t do that though, you’re too much of a good girl,” Her words went straight down to your pussy, making you clench around nothing.

“Cherry, I want you,” You called out to her, trying to divert her attention to where you wanted it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” She tells you, in a sultry tone that only Cherry could manage.

You nod your approval to her, not trusting your own voice, due to the eye contact she’s making with you, as well as the distinct smell of sex in the room, not the mention the sly smirk on her face making you feel weak in your knees.

Cherry lowered her head, just enough to attach herself onto your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your neck.

She reached your pulse point, making you gasp, and lightly moan, and you feel her smirk against your skin.

In different circumstances, you’d glare at her for smirking in this time of your desperation for her love and affection, but that thought is put on the back burner of your head when her right hand finds your nipple and pinches, making you lightly yelp.

Cherry lightly chuckles, not ending her measures, though her hand travels from your breast to your pussy, the place where you needed her most.

Your breaths turn into short pants and your eyes flutter shut,as she used her forefinger to stroke up and down your folds, gathering your arousal onto her finger.

“Can you keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart?” She asks you in a sweet voice, in which you wanted nothing more than to obey her.

So you slowly opened your eyes to reveal Cherry lightly smiling at you, still funing her finger up and down your cunt.

“Good girl,” She praises you, then continues to attach herself back onto your neck.

Her finger leaves you, only for a split second, just for her to slowly slide her finger into your entrance, her thumb now taking its place on your clit.

You moaned and whined for more pathetically, fully intoxicated by Cherry.

Without warning, Cherry slid her middle finger to join the first one, the two now moving in tandem in a ‘come hither’ motion, stroking your g-spot. Her thumb lightly pressed down more on your clit, and rubbed it more feverishly. 

Involuntarily, you clenched around her fingers, and let out a lewd moan, making Cherry giggle around from your neck.

“You gonna cum, (Y/N)?” Cherry mumbled around your skin, making you nod your head frantically.

She sped up her motions, her thumb now rubbing in a ‘back and forth’ motion over your clit, and her fingers moving more harshly, though they still kept all the precision that she had started out with.

“So close,” You rasped out for her, warning her upcoming orgasm.

Cherry detached her lips from your neck, not without giving her mark one last lick, and moved her head up to whisper to you.

“Cum for me, (Y/N).”

You felt her speed up more, and a feeling of pure euphoria washed over you, as you clenched down harder on her fingers. You threw your head back and let out a pornographic sounding moan.

Cherry slowed down, riding out your orgasm. She pulled her fingers out of you, and while keeping eye contact with you, she cleaned her fingers from your arousal with her mouth.

You were still breathing heavily after your orgasm, but you managed the strength to wrap an arm around Cherry and to pull her closer to you, in which she snuggled up to you in return. Your legs entangled with each other.

All that was left was heavy breaths, warmth, and a question floating around in your brain.

What now?

You snuggled into her a little further, trying to ignore the question looming around in your brain.

“I really should have done that sooner,” Cherry said breaking the silence.

“So you were planning this?” You inquired, though the thought of Cherry planning to sleep with you filled you with hope, though you didn’t let it show on your face.

“Well, not planning it, no,” She started, diminishing the growing hope in you.  “But, I mean I should have made a move a long time ago.”

Now that confused the shit out of you.

“What do you mean?” You said, trying not to sound like a Justin Bieber song.

“I mean, that after the first couple months of us knowing each other, I should have known that you wouldn’t make the first move. So I had to do it. Though, I didn’t think it would go like this.”

“Wait, so you’ve reciprocated my feelings for so long, and you took so long to do something?” You asked her, squeezing her arm lightly, making her giggle lightly.

She looked up at you and said, “I’ve had my doubts, I mean, sometimes you talk about other people, like, right in front of me.”

“Yea, but that’s ‘cuz I didn’t know you liked me, or even liked girls for that matter.”

She just lightly shrugged and said, “I like what I like.”

That was such a Cherry thing to say.

You let a couple of moments pass before speaking again.

“So does that mean that you like me?” You asked her, the hope now very evident in your voice.

“You’re a dumbass, you know that right?” She giggled out, in a way that confirmed your suspicions.

“You know, it seems like you call me that more and more as the days go on,” You joked with her.

“Just be happy you're my girlfriend,” Cherry said, making a stupid smile appear on your face, and no matter how hard you tried to suppress it, you couldn’t.

Finally, everything was going in your favor.

“You know, I should bake more often.’ You told her, making her chuckle, and hold you tighter.

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