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lino-nyangi · 2 years

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minlix 2kr made me do this :( @aunty-tiger-potato

warnings: disgusting fluff, mentions of marriage (as a joke unless??)

minho coming back home from working out all tired and craving something sweet. the moment he unlocks the door, the heavenly smell of something baked greets his nostrils.

"i'm hooome..." he hums tiredly.

"welcome home baby."

he looks up and the sight of you peeking from the kitchen, a warm smile on your face and a cute apron tied around your waist makes his heart flutter. minho finds himself fiddling faster with the laces on his shoes despite how shaky his hands are, as if every second he wasn't spending hugging you was counted.

seeing his exhausted state your heart softens, "how was your work out?" you say as he gets up to finally wrap his arms around you, you do the same.

"good but i'm dead."

"i'm sure you did well, i'm proud of you." you softly whisper before pecking his neck and he only hugs you tighter. it sounds weird to say but you absolutely adored how snuggly minho gets when he's tired.

"it smells like heaven in here, are you making something? i'm actually starving." he asks.

"yeah, i'm baking cookies." you pull away just enough to look at him.

"cookies..?" just what he was craving, minho's brain doesn't register how fast he leans in and captures your lips in a chaste kiss, one of pure and genuine adoration and gratitude; as if you were some kind of fallen angel who has come to grant him his wish.

just as he pulls away from your lips, minho hugs you even tighter, "i love you so much," he mumbles against your shoulder. a giggle escapes your lips before you say it back, clearly amused by your boyfriend's reaction to a sudden baking urge you had. this sure was the move.

"are they done yet?" he asks as you pull away from each other,

"they actually should be done right about now." you answer, leading the way back to the kitchen and to the oven where you carefully take the baking tray out, placing it on the counter to cool down.

upon seeing the delicious chocolate chip cookies, minho seems to forget the concept of waiting and immediately reaches out a hand to take one, which you thankfully swat away before he burns himself.

"no not yet they're still hot!" you almost nag at him for being reckless, making him whine. you try to reassure him by placing both hands on his arms, rubbing them lightly, "they'll be cold enough by the time you're done washing up." you add.

minho wants to listen to you, but his training was long and tiring, and he's looking at the cookies with so much desire that he has to squeeze his eyes shut to fight the temptation, which you giggle at. you figure he must be low on sugar and needs something even before his shower to get him back on his feet.

"do you want pudding then? i made some this morning." you turn to open the fridge.

hold on.

"pudding?"

"yeah."

"you made it?"

"yeah!"

"really??"

you turn around, a small pot of homemade pudding in hand, and a smile on your face.

"sure! i mean obviously it's not as good as the store bought-"

"do you wanna get married?"

minho blurts and you blink at him, before breaking into a fit of laughter.

"what are you talking about?" you manage to say between your giggles, averting his eyes and trying to suppress the blush creeping up your cheeks. you were used to minho blurting out random shit, especially when he was tired. but it was usually some kind of 2am shower thought. this right here, definitely takes the cake.

"let's get married." he says again, eyes never leaving yours as he repeats with the same serious tone.

"okay." you find yourself answering. what are you supposed to do? say no?

this seems to bring minho back to reality, as he realizes what had just happened. clearly you did not just agree to marrying him, right?

"huh? really?"

"uhum," you hum, now looking at him straight in the eyes, a stupid smile on your face as you don't try to hide your blushing anymore.

"are you serious?" he blinks. minho knows you love him, but he never really thought about wether you were seriously interested in spending the rest of your life with him. his brain never really entertained the thought.

"mhm!" is all you say back and nod, clearly amused.

"say something else other than humming! i need an answer." he whines, seemingly flustered with the whole situation, and you don't fail to take notice of how red his ears have gotten.

"how about you ask me properly first?" you retort, challenging him. part of you wanted to know if he was actually serious about it, another really just wanted to fuck with him.

"will you say yes?"

"yeah."

"if i really get on one knee right now and ask you to marry me you'll actually say yes?" he asks again, as if he didn't believe you the first time that he had to add the whole context to the question.

"yeah, min, i will." you answer genuinely. you've been dating for a couple of years, you're already cat parents, marriage doesn't seem like that far of a milestone... does it?

minho's cheeks soon match the shade of red his ears are as no words seem to come out of his mouth, his brain suddenly malfunctioning at how determined your answers are.

"aren't you gonna do it?" you tilt your head to the side, blinking innocently at him with a sly smile.

"i will, i mean no, wait," he stutters, "i will but n-not now,, i still need to do it properly, but i will for sure do it, wait for me okay?"

you hum in response, teasing him again with the same dumb cheeky smile plastered on your face. "i told you to stop humming." minho suddenly launches himself at you, his hands quickly finding your waist and tickling your sides as he pushed you back against the counter.

"okay okay," you breath between giggles, "i'll wait for you, impatiently." you joke, shooting him a seductive look.

it is safe to say that this thought will plague minho's mind for the next couple of months.

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crowcroaks · 3 years

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top ten anime betrayals when the ship’s kitchen is shown in the first episode of star wars rebels and never again

#i wanted to see them hanging out in the kitchen and making food!#ezra making 2am hot chocolate bc he had a nightmare #sabine joining bc she can’t sleep #hera and kanan cooking for everyone and discussing Parent Stuff #just making the ship really feel like a home #crow.txt #star wars #sw rebels #zeb making his traditional food #cue ezra making fun of it but actually loves it #everyone poking fun and joking about each other’s weird tastes bc they’re all from different cultures #but also sharing

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musings-of-a-rose · 2 years

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Steph’s Christmas Writing Challenge December 2021 - Prompt 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avengers!Reader (no established anything. Just living in the same compound. Bucky uses the term "doll" but otherwise, no gender is specified)

Word Count: 584 (I DID IT)

Warnings: fluffy Bucky Barnes, holidays

Prompt: Cinnamon and/or “Wonderful Dream/Holidays Are Coming”

Notes: I’ve never done a writing challenge before, being so new to writing in general, so I thought this would be fun! Thanks to @marvelousmermaid for sharing the list with me and @toomanystoriessolittletime for creating the list! Here's the link!

I used a random name picker with character names I put in, otherwise I know I would write every single one for Frankie.

My personal challenge for this is to write for people other than Frankie AND to keep it short!

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*A quick note: My husband is half Colombian and when we were in Colombia, I had the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had (and even dipped a very specific cheese in it!). We are able to have these chocolate sticks imported to the US and buy them at a local grocery store. It’s how I make hot chocolate, using an aluminum pitcher and a tool called a molinillo, which you use to froth the milk. It’s very delicious and highly recommended and the only hot chocolate I’ll drink now! I’ll add a photo at the end if you’re curious.

Holidays at the Avengers compound were definitely interesting. So many different beliefs led to a flood of random celebrations and decorations, everyone being around each other and just getting swept up in the season. It was a beautiful thing to see and no matter how many times you walked down to the common areas, your face always lit up.

But sometimes the number of people in the compound became overwhelming. Often, you’d wait until everyone was asleep and head down to the common room, making yourself a snack or a cup of cocoa, if the mood struck.

Tonight was one of those nights.

You crept downstairs around 2am, heading for the common area’s kitchen. You passed all of the various lights and decorations, all lit up or burning bright, smiling to yourself. You made it to the kitchen, quickly pulling out the aluminum pitcher and molinillo to make hot chocolate. Adding milk to the pitcher, you wait for it to heat, cracking a couple chocolate sticks into the milk. You absentmindedly stir, occasionally jabbing at the chocolate sticks to encourage them to break apart when you feel someone come up behind you.

“Hey, Doll. Couldn’t sleep?”

You turn and meet the ocean blue eyes of Bucky Barnes, smiling up at him in greeting.

“I’m always up at this time. It can be-” you gesture around at the empty room “-too much sometimes. I like to sneak in and be by myself sometimes.”

“I definitely understand that.”

A few moments pass, you continue stirring.

“Oh! Would you like some hot chocolate? I can add some more to the pot!”

“I don’t want you to go through so much trouble for me.”

“It’s no trouble, really.” You move to get the milk from the fridge but Bucky is there first, handing you the carton.

“If you’re sure… I’d love some.”

You go about adding another mugful of milk to the pitcher, since it hadn’t really warmed up anyway, and attempted to crack a couple more sticks off. They were being pretty stubborn and you were struggling.

“May I?”

You nod and step aside. Bucky grabs the chocolate sticks and easily cracks them apart, not breaking them into chunky pieces like you often do.

“Thanks.”

“At least I can do something useful with this thing,” he holds up his left arm and the lights from the decorations reflect in it.

“I think you’re very useful. I mean you got the milk and cracked the sticks apart.”

You smirked at him as he chuckled. The milk was heating up, the chocolate melted into it, and you continued spinning the molinillo in your hands, frothing the milk and blending the chocolate. You pour the steaming beverage into mugs and hand one to Bucky. You both blow into the chocolate, willing it to cool to a drinkable temperature. He takes a sip and you raise your eyebrows at him, silently asking his opinion.

“It’s delicious, doll,” He smacks his lips. “But I’m going to add something to mine, the way my mom made it for me.”

You cock your head and watch Bucky rummage through the spice cabinet and pull out a tiny shaker. He taps the powder on top of his cocoa and sets the bottle down.

“Cinnamon. She always added cinnamon to our cocoa and it always reminds me of her.”

You smile at him as you both stand in the quiet kitchen, sipping hot cocoa and staring at the holiday decorations as snow starts to fall outside.

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calif0rnia-lovers · 3 years

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hues.

a/n: late to the game with on my block. only just finished chapter 8, but i was looking through random writing challenges and thought I’d try this one. the format is way different than how I usually write. i wrote this in my iPhone notes at 2am and copied it over, so hopefully, it actually makes sense😊

challenge: pick a character + recall memories through color association (I picked 8 colors)

pairing: oscar diaz x black!reader

words: 805

✧ your eyes. kind. color of the richest chocolate. as warm as the smile you gave him. your gaze. always finding his across a classroom. beautiful. powerful. strong enough to draw butterflies. silence him. snuff out the confidence of a fourteen-year-old boy. time. teaches him how to know what's inside your heart. your eyes. brown. your only tell. they hold the key to what lies inside. your eyes. betray you every time. your eyes. unable to hide your true thoughts. his fear. finding disappointment when he looks to them.

✦ freshman year. movements controlled. breathing dreaded, but a necessity. bruises. purple. painting his ribs and back. distance. unanswered calls. once occupied desks, now empty. his school appearances. rare. sophomore year. rumors. whispered. creeping through the school halls and neighborhood. oscar. a name murmured at birth. replaced with a moniker. one that evokes fear. generates a mask that you don’t recognize. months of ghosting. nights passing your house. a need to see you. deterred by scared parents who enforce boundaries. his heartbeat. racing once your paths cross by chance. doubt. has his absence forced you to judge him like your parents? bruises. purple. against his knuckles. impossible to hide as your hand finds his.

✧ his eyes. red. swollen. dry. tapped out. tears. none left. a pain. in his chest. indescribable. unmistakable. never felt before. his heart. breaking. ripped in two. somehow still beating. a conversation. reoccurring. talked about for months. always falling on his deaf ears. this time. your foot is down. your high school graduation. recently passed. college. looming. hundreds of miles away. long distance. not an option. a conversation. he doesn't want to hear. a breakup. long overdue. must be done. the start of summer. easier for a clean break.

✦ black ink. scribbled. letters. most addressed to one person. you. his letters. fear about his brother. left alone. apologies. for things, he said out of anger. questions. about your life. your daughter. olivia. her father. false words. saying he's sorry for your failed engagement. he's not. hope. maybe when he's out you'll come home. give him a second chance. each letter you send. leads to reminiscing. your words. maintain his sanity. each of your letters. kept. pages creased. refolded. read. too many times.

✧ useless fans. heatwave. dripping ice. cold beers. food on the grill. ice cream. music melding with laughter. a conversation. falls on death ears. air. catching in his chest. knots. in his stomach. a rare occurrence. a figment of his imagination. caught behind a haze of smoke. only this time it’s different. morphed. aged by four years. your beauty. somehow enhanced. your curls. soft. longer. your eyes. always impossibly bright. focused on those welcoming you home. the sun. casts a golden glow upon your skin. your sundress. yellow. a pause in your speech. your eyes spot him. his eyes warm. his smile. soft. an unexpected sight. still brings butterflies.

✦ sheets. white. cotton. soft. your breathing. light. warm upon his chest. you. asleep. him. wide awake. his phone. silenced. notifications. neglected. responsibilities. need to be handled. they're rebuffed. his body. can't move. scared to leave you alone. sheets. white. holding him captive. one thought in his mind. he can't let you wake to his side cold. not when you've finally returned to him. two souls. tethered. a teenage love. abandoned years before. the feeling. sought for in the kisses of others. incomparable. never found. a teenage love. revisited. no longer juvenile. despite years passed. still inescapable.

✦ olivia's favorite color. shared with oscar the first time the two meet. pink. icing. unexpectedly smeared across his skin. cool. against his heated cheek. he. regards your gaze. doe-eyed. whimsical. a rare one a.m. sight. a result of him answering your late-night s.o.s. text. his arrival. in record time. his brow. arched once he finds you. standing in the kitchen. perfectly fine. surrounded by a mess of ingredients. your puppy-dog eyes. cause his head to shake.

“olivia’s class is having a bake sale, and she is not bringing some basic cookies or brownies--like everyone else's kid. you told me to call you whenever i need you...well, i need you to help me crank out four dozen cupcakes by tomorrow morning.”

pink. buttercream. rich and sweet as your lips find his cheek. each kiss. undoing the mess you'd made. the taste. lingering, with his smile, as your lips briefly meet his.

✧ the taste of salt on his lips. your hair still damp. moderately drying curls. frizzing beneath his touch. his heartbeat staggered. uncontrollable. a puppet at your mercy. years worth of energy. once trapped in wood. whispering, hissing, sizzling, cracking, popping. released back into the night sky. burning beneath the fire's flames. a kaleidoscope of lights. bright. warm. somehow never as hot as the heat of your skin against his. your curves. soft. intoxicating. majestic. moonlight. blue. trapped against your skin. a sight that brings him peace.

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#probably trash #but doing challenges forces you to write differently #which is great when you're trying new things #spooky diaz x reader #spooky x black!reader #on my block imagine #oscar diaz x reader

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harrypotterbrainworms · 3 years

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Found Family

Summary: “hi! I hope u r having a great day!💛 I was the one who request the ron x trans male reader and I have to say that I loved it! it was beautiful! if u are ok with it can I request one about how the weasley family would react about the reader first vacations after the transition? fluff please? a george x trans male reader pleaseI love ur fics! thanks for reading!” (request)

Pairing: George Weasley x Trans Male Reader

Key: (Y/N)- your name

Word Count: 1812

(A/N): Took a while to get this done, but I really like it and it was very sweet.

“Oh my god, they’re gonna hate me. My hair is too shaggy, it got too shaggy, didn’t it? My face, oh no. I look nothing like I did. My voice, my face, me.” (Y/N) moved uncomfortably running his hands through his hair every second he could. He felt as nervous as he did at the beginning of the year.

“It’s gonna be fine, love. They already love you, I promise they’ll just love you harder, knowing them.” George Weasley, his beloved boyfriend, grabbed his hands holding them gently in his hands with a sweet smile on his face.

“But-“

“No butts, but mine, my dear.” George replied pointing at the beautifully round mother who came running toward them, one hand carrying a bag of lunch for the car ride home and the other ready to pinch any one of her kid’s faces.

“Here goes nothing.” (Y/N) sucked in a long breath and exhaled with a huge smile on his face. He was happy to see his basically second mother, but more nervous by the seconds that passed.

“Oh my boys! It’s been so long since I’ve seen your beautiful faces” She kissed each of the kids except (Y/N). The anxiety really started to build up when she turned around to face the twins not even acknowledging his presence. He was starting to spiral fast, quickly grabbing Geogre’s hand for support.

“Fred. George. I didn’t get many complaints. Good job.” She said sterningly, a cautious finger pointed at them as she looked around for someone, oh no, (Y/N) thought. She didn’t get the 20 letters he’d sent or maybe she’d make him stop dating George. No way this was gonna work.

“Thanks, mum” The twins sighed with a slight smirk on both their faces, even with the instant hurricane (Y/N) was pulled in, he wondered what they were planning.

“Well who’s this?” Molly asked, turning to (Y/N). His nerves hit an all time high and his heart stopped for a moment.

“It’s-uh-“ He stuttered out, of course she didn’t know who he was. He was so different, he felt like running away at this point.

“I’m just messing with you, deary! We missed you so much (Y/N)” She laughed giving him a huge hug and a pat on the back. He laughed nervously and steadied himself again. Her “pats” were devilishly strong.

“I missed you too, Mrs Weasley” (Y/N) said self-consciously, he wasn’t usually so formal with her. He’d known her for years now, but it felt like he was presenting a completely new version of himself.

“Don’t be so formal, my dear. Molly will do just fine, now boys and Ginny. We have a long trip and a lot of food to eat” She was smiling wide as she helped (Y/N) pull his trunk up from the ground.

The car ride was long and tiring as usual as he watched London pass and the country come into view. He was especially nervous about tonight’s big dinner. George squeezed his hand and smiled as they both looked on to the unfolding countryside.

“It’s gonna be great. Dad is gonna get drunk and we’re gonna laugh. Just like old times” He tried to cheer his boyfriend up, but it weighed on his heart more.

“Just like old times.” A phrase he didn’t particularly enjoy in his life right now.

Arthur Weasley loved winter, especially when he was downing glass after glass of fire whiskey as he tried to make jokes and fork at his meal. He stood up suddenly and everyone knew what was coming-

“A toast! I would like to make a toast” He shouted a little too loudly as he brought his glass up to the air.

“Oh no. Dad’s drunk toast.” Fred huffed out nudging George’s who was too busy dazzling (Y/N) for the 10th time that day.

“Oh Merlin.” He whispered back and mentally buckled up for the ride.

“To this wonderful family, a wonderful evening and most importantly to this lovely gentleman for coming!” Arthur pointed not so subtly at (Y/N), a deep crimson starting to appear on his face.

“Cheers!” The twins chanted in unison, egging their father on. Trying to length the speech as much as they could for entertainment of course.

“And might I add! To my lovely wife and her big beautiful bosom-“ Mr. Weasley was about to go on about his beautiful wife’s beautiful bosom, but was thankfully interrupted by Molly spitting out her drink as he was pulled back into his seat.

“Arthur.”

“Ham. Her big beautiful ham, always the best cooking in this house of course.” He added from his seat raising his glass once more, everyone raising their own glasses to toast Molly’s “ham”.

“This family” George whispered into (Y/N)’s ear causing him to giggle as he was clinking glasses with the room full of people.

He sighed in bed as he rolled over to look at George who was actually reading for once, but he suspected it was for prank research. He kissed forehead lightly and grabbed his night robe.

“I’m going to get some water”

“Cool, love you”

“Love you too, idiot” He sighed and walked down the rickety stairs of the burrow finding him and George were probably the only ones awake at this hour. He didn’t really need a glass of water, just a quiet moment alone as he watched the snow fall from the kitchen window.

In his silent moment he must’ve lost track of everything in existence because he barely heard Molly coming down the stairs and sitting in the chair besides him.

“Hello, dear. Can’t sleep?” She spoke up making him jump.

“Yeah.”

“Let me make you some hot chocolate” She pushed herself up from the chair and pulled out a pot and ingredients.

“That’s oka-“ He tried to answer, but it wasn’t really a choice. He didn’t really mind. It was just about 2am and he didn’t want to cause her any troubles.

“Nonsense, we’re having hot chocolate” As she filled a pot with some milk, cocoa and sugar. He liked that she didn’t really use magic when cooking, it reminded him of home. Finishing their drink she placed two mugs on the table and sat beside him once again, staring into the window with him.

He sipped on his warm drink a little awkwardly, he wanted to ask what was plaguing his mind. He just never knew when was the right time, he took another sip and sighed.

“Um- Mrs- I mean Molly. You don’t think it’s weird?” He asked quickly before his courage faded.

“What is, deary?” Molly said absentmindedly, looking at him a little puzzled. He darted his eyes back and forth before looking down at himself and she then understood.

“Oh. Not at all, dear. I’ve known many young wizards such as yourself, very upright young men” She smiled warmly at him, his eyes widened a bit in hope and excitement.

“Really?” He said, a question no one really needed to answer. He knew the answer now.

“Of course. I’ve been around, my dear. Meet a lot of people” She put her hand on his and he choked up a bit.

“So you-“

“Yes, dear. Family is family. I would accept you in any form and way no matter what. You’re a Weasley and I’m proud of you” She knew what he needed, she had. He looked at her with so much love in his heart as his eyes started to well up.

She immediately put their mugs down and embraced him tightly as he silently sobbed into her clothing.

“Oh my, dear. It’s okay, you always have a place at this table” She hushed him as she rubbed circles around his back.

“Thank you, Molly” He said, looking up at her and she just smiled sweetly.

“You don’t need to thank me. It’s what a mother does, I have your back and every one of my children’s back.”

“Of course you do” He laughed a little and really let his thoughts ease up as he embraced him.

“Now, finish that hot chocolate and get to bed. I bet George is very worried about you right now” She said snuffing a bit as she stroked his hair as he continued to cry a bit. He gained composure and nodded into her.

“Yeah” He said, muffled by her nightgown.

“You’re a fine young man, my dear. George is lucky to have you, you keep those hooligans in check and most importantly. You love him and he loves you very much” He looked up at her pulling away from the hug, he swore he could see a few tear drops threatening to fall.

He took one last sip of the now room temperature drink and hugged Molly again, she gave him a kiss on forehead and sent him on his way.

He climbed up the stairs, his anxieties in the back of his mind as he rode his new found rush of happiness all the way back to George’s room.

“You smell like hot chocolate- oh no. Did mum talk to you? I hope she didn’t say anything weird, that woman is mad” George said as (Y/N) entered his room, but when he looked up from his copy of “Inconvenience Creation”, he saw the happiest smile on his boyfriend’s face. His heart felt warm and full, he was glad it went well.

“No actually. She said she was proud of me” (Y/N) smiled as he sat on the side of the bed, staring into space.

“Woah. She never says that to me, it’s worse than I thought. She’s replacing me with a better son” He teased and pulled his boyfriend into the bed with him, putting his book down. He breathed in his scent, his mum’s hot chocolate.

“Must’ve been some talk” He yawned and hugged his waist.

“Just don’t replace me anytime soon” He teased further earning a scoff and an eye roll.

“Shut up, asshole.” (Y/N) hit his arm and held his face up, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“I told you they would still love you.” He smirked at him reaching up to give him a soft kiss on the lips, but yawned mid kiss making (Y/N) laugh.

“I shouldn't have expected any different” (Y/N) pushed his hair out of face with a huge smile on his lips as he pulled the duvet over them.

“Damn right.” Geogre replied tiredly.

“I love you” He planted another kiss on his forehead, hugging him tight as he rubbed his boyfriend’s hand on his chest softly.

“Mhm. Me too” He snuggled his face into (Y/N)’s neck, he just stroked George’s hair until he heard soft snores coming from his boyfriend. He sighed happy and exhausted as he slowly fell asleep himself.

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clarawatson · 3 years

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It Only Takes A Taste (2)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x [Fem]!Reader (GN pronouns, fem coded) Summary: it’s your second time meeting Aaron. He’s still flustered and precious but he (might) manage to give you his number. W/C: 2113 Warnings: none yet! A/N: i haven’t got chapter names yet, just accept they’re all called ‘it only takes a taste’ haha. AO3 tags: @willowrose99 @genevievedarcygranger @maryosprinkle @kleff03 (if you want to get added, lmk!!) Where am I in this series? 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

The next time you meet him, it’s 2am. Rita’s three weeks off her due date. She’s been staying at Joe’s place, with his wife, because the heating’s gone out in her apartment and her super is a foul man. If you were inclined to murder, he’d be first on your list. Right now she’s out the back, trying to wipe chocolate sauce off her uniform. The baby’s been kicking for hours and knocks things around the counter sometimes. At least it isn’t throwing her ribs out this time.

There’s a couple of teens drinking milkshakes in the window, they’ve snuck out after bedtime and they’re giggling to each other about how bad they are. You’ve seen their parents drive by twice (they’re regulars after school) but no one’s come in yet.

The agent drives by, and then does a u-turn and comes back. It was literally a double take, no matter how you look at it. You clearly saw him slow down and try to look in the window as he tried (desperately tried) to stay on the main road. And then he’d turned around and come back.

He’s even prettier dry than he was wet. (Your mind spirals to where that could have gone, which is not something you expected from a 2am shift). He’s loosened his tie and his hair is falling free of the gel. He looks less tired, and yet more tired. A different kind of tired. This one would be fixed by a good night’s sleep.

“Hi,” he says with a little quirk in his lip that could be him fighting off a smile.

“Hi,” you return with a full smile. He sits in front of you and steeples his fingers under his chin.

“I’m Aaron.”

A fortnight you’ve been wondering his name and he just swans in and hands it to you on a silver platter. Bless him and his beautiful brown eyes.

“Y/n,” you introduce. “And what can I get for you tonight, Aaron?”

“Maybe not a coffee.” He doesn’t break eye contact with you. He has such a cheeky smile you almost want to reach over and wipe it off his lips. “A hot chocolate would do. I’ve got to sleep enough to take my kid to school.”

“Have here?” Your hands hover over the in-cups and the out-cups. He taps his finger against his chin.

“In.” He folds his hands and you notice he’s not wearing a wedding ring. Kid, no wedding ring, weird hours. Could be a score, could be a serial killer. Could be both! No. Not both. There will be no fraternising with serial killers. Not if you respect your life.

Would it be weird to ask him where he works? If he works for one of the alphabet soups, will it get you in trouble? Maybe. People don’t like you poking around when sensitive information could be involved. You still ask anyway while the coffee machine has it’s little dummy spit at having to work at two in the morning.

“Quantico,” he says. He probably saw you trying to figure out how to ask. And that’s really all he can say. Maybe. He waggles his eyebrows just a little and you think he’s maybe a little too cheeky for this early in the morning. If Rita was working she’d be swooning all over him.

“That’s very prestigious, but, sir, I don’t think you have the security clearance to be in this diner if you only work at Quantico. We deal with Area 51.”

“Long commute,” he teases.

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s what the uneducated think. I can break a few rules as long as you don’t start asking questions. No asking about where they keep the aliens, okay?”

“Never.” He wraps his hands around the mug as you push it to him, absorbing it’s warmth.

“Did your son like the cookie?” you ask. Is it weird to remember he has a son after one interaction? Or the cookie? But he smiles. It’s okay.

“He’s actually in love with it. He’s not stopped talking about it. I think my sister-in-law might kill me.”

“Joe’s magic in the kitchen. I’ll save a couple of cookies if you know when you’ll be in next?”

Is that too forward? Maybe. He pulls out a little day book and places it before him.

“Is Thursday too soon?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. You make a note to tell Joe you’re working on Thursday. “Sounds like a good day to collect a cookie.”

“If someone could cut this monster out of me, that would be GREAT!” Rita yells in the kitchen. Her voice is still far too loud out here. Aaron finally drops his gaze from yours, grinning into his hot chocolate.

“Shit, babes, I’m serious. I’ll got for a pocket knife at this point. I’m hot, and it’s not hot, I have to piss every four minutes, I can’t even sit in a car properly and taking the MET is stupid because I still have to pee!” She stops up short, seeing Aaron, and blinks as if she could erase her last comment. “Hi, sorry, you’re rain boy.”

“I prefer Raymond.”

There’s a beat where you try to figure out what the fuck he’s talking about. The cheeky demeanor falls from his face.

“Rain Man! Tom Cruise! Smile." Aaron has no option but to smile at Rita. Too late you realise she's checking the alignment of his teeth to actually equate him to Tom Cruise. "Raymond, for sure. Shit, that’s funny,” Rita laughs, groans, and turns on her heel out the back. She needed to pee again. Aaron smiles just a little.

“Want some pie?” you offer. There’s still a bit left. Joe won’t be in for another hour or so, but there’s some in the oven to take out just before three. Aaron nods.

“Yeah, please.” He puts too much money in the tip jar again. Hands you the exact money for the pie. Had he looked at the menu online? Maybe he had. You take a slice out for him, then a slice for yourself. No harm in that. The whipped cream goes on his like a mountain. You put a bit beside your own pie slice, but Aaron’s grinning.

He looks like he may do something childish. He doesn't, though, as you join him in pie eating. The teenagers start giggling about something they're watching on their phone.

Rita comes back looking more tired than usual. Her whole body looks tired as she gets her purse and rubs her belly.

"Say bye to Rita," she says without much playful effort.

"Bye Rita," you return and kiss her cheek as she lifts it to you.

"And to Baby."

"Bye Baby, be good for Mom."

Rita snorts. Joe gives you a list of things to do while he's taking Rita home. Apparently Lola's coming in to replace Rita, but that's only going to be proven by Lola actually turning up. Aaron raises his hand around his fork and waves. Rita waves back and waddles out the back.

"Is she okay?" you ask Joe, and he nods. He waves goodbye to Aaron, even though he hasn't introduced himself yet. Aaron waves too.

"That's a lot to worry about," Aaron says. You shrug and reach over the counter to Aaron's plate, taking some of his cream. He laughs and puts his arm around it to protect it.

"They're family. Less worrying, more caring."

He nods as if he understands. "Might use that sometime."

"You're welcome to."

He gives you a smile that only uses half his face. Gosh, he's cute. But it’s nothing more than fleeting night time visits, right? Okay, maybe not, he clearly turned his car around because he saw you working. You catch him staring at your left hand, studying it intently. No one wore rings at the diner, just because everything got stuck underneath them and there was nothing worse than having a maple syrup adorned wedding ring.

“There’s no one,” you tell him, which flusters him entirely. He smiles and looks down at his pie, blush creeping over his face. “Weird hours in a place like this? Hardly a brilliant base to build a relationship on.”

“Yeah.” He might want to say more, but he’s smiling at you again. “Weird hours, strange place, know that story.”

“Sucks, hey?”

“Oh yeah.”

The teens from the window go home when they’ve finished their milkshake. You tell them to get home safe and pray their parents don’t come in asking where they went. Aaron scraps his plate, scooping up the cream and pie soupy mess.

“I have to go,” Aaron sighs. He runs his hand through his hair and his fingers get stuck in the left-over-gelly-mess. You smother a giggle as he rolls his eyes and pulls his hand out with tiny little crack-crack-crack’s. It sounds painful.

“I’m going to shower and get this shit out of my hair.”

“It’ll look nice without it in.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

He blushes, returning to the man you’d met coming out of the rain.

“Well I’ll remember that for next time.”

Your heart jumps. Next time! There’ll be a next! Time!

“Listen, hey, um,” Aaron says as he stuffs a couple of bills into the tip jar. “Here--” he stops again, then shakes his head like he’s giving himself a vote of confidence. “This is…” he stops again and licks his lips, then pulls out a business card from his suit pocket. He scratches his number onto the blank back, and then Aaron at the top. “My number,” he managed to finish.

“Thanks,” you respond before wanting to smack your head onto the counter. Thanks?!?! There are a hundred better things to say. “W-when do you want me?” When do you want me??? “To be here, on Thursday, for the cookies.”

Aaron’s gone red. Your face is hot. This is a disaster. There’s no fixing this disaster. There’s no fixing it at all. But Aaron smiles all the same.

“U-uh. I’ll text you?” he looks so flustered.

“You haven’t got my number,” you giggle, because he hasn’t. You’ve got his. He looks like a tomato as he blushes even more. “How about I text you my number, and you tell me when you’re free, and I’ll make sure there’s three cookies set aside for you that no one else buys.”

“Three?”

“You, your son, your sister-in-law.”

“I could really use you at work,” he laughs and… sits back down. Four seconds ago he was in such a rush to leave, and now he’s looking at you like you’re his whole world. He’s so precious, you wish you could just put him in a jar and protect all that goodness from the evils of the world. Surely he couldn’t have met too many of them just yet? He’s still got a smile that could brighten up the night sky, people who’ve seen all the hurt and pain in the world can’t smile like that.

“I don’t think I’m clever enough to get into Quantico. Unless they like people serving them coffees,” you smile gently and he tilts his head while looking at you. A curious puppy. You want to lean over and squish his cheeks for thinking you could be anything more than a server at a roadside diner.

“You’d brighten the place up.”

“You brighten my place up.” Corny, highschool grade flirting. He smiles all the same. Can he smile any more than that? Probably not, he might combust and become a star. “You know you don’t have to keep putting money into the tip jar, right? Not the amount you do. Most people just put in their change.”

He looks at the tip jar. “It’s for Rita’s hospital bills, right? It’s why she won’t look at it, because she’s embarrassed, but also why you and Joe count every bill that goes in it.”

“Alright, Sherlock Holmes.”

“It says on the jar,” he jokes, and points to the permanent marker that’s bled through the otherside of the tip jar. You laugh. Aaron laughs.

“I do have to go.”

“Go,” you laugh. “I’ll text you when I’m off my shift.”

He nods, looking a little sad to go, but also a little excited. He must really love his son.

“I’ll see you on Thursday, Y/n.”

“I’ll see you on Thursday, Aaron,” you return and watch him leave. Shit, he’s even cuter leaving. He even waves from his car before he drives off. You’re close to squealing when the bikie gang pull up, flooding the carpark, then all come in ready for their coffee. At least Aaron’s hot chocolate warmed up the machine for them.

#It Only Takes a Taste #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #diner!au

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burntmcnuggies · 3 years

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My Sweet Love

Dabi x Sweet Reader

Request: Hey!💗Сan I, please, have a girlfriend for Dabi who likes sweets? Candy, cakes, berries, stuff like that. And she always leaves some sweets for Dabi, because she knows that he will come to her apartment, even if she is not at home. And basically she leaves quite a lot of food for him. Thank you💗

warnings: none, just a fluffy story with a bit of angst at the end inspired by the latest manga chapters! Also my apologies for making it a bit angsty, I was in a mood haha

Word Count: 2.8K

There they were again.

The endless amount of sweets stacked upon the kitchen table for the flame-quirked villain.

Why you left so many sweets out for him was beyond his own comprehension. He couldn't even understand why you weren't a human cupcake by now with how many sweets you’d been leaving him lately. He's seen those videos you’ve shown him of 'is it cake?' and sadly watched people stab each other with forks or some other stupid shit. He's warned you before that if you ever approached him with a fork, he would burn you to a crisp. A sigh escaped his soft and wrinkly lips once he noticed there wasn't any real food around for him. The ebony-haired villain approached the pile of sweets for him, carefully picking up the small little note beside it, cringing at the silly nickname he loved but hated at the same time.

'Hey dabeebee! I left you some sweets because you are the sweetest thing in my life! :3 I know you'll probably complain looking for real food, I have hidden all of it outside just for you! If you want soba I left a pot out on the stove for you to use and put some water in it.

I love you so much dabeebee! <3

~(Y/N) : )

"Cheesy little shit..." He mumbled, searching around for some cheap booze. Of course, you had none in your possession, judging by you were only 21 and an innocent cautious adult. He sighed and finally stumbled upon a pack of instant ramen, forgetting the pot for soba on the stove deeming it too much work. He put it in the microwave and heated it up, watching the little plastic cup spin around. He took it out and slurped the noodles in the cup, savoring the flavor in his mouth. The heated food made his whole body slump in relaxation. Working for the league was tiring, and he’d lazily complained multiple times to you about it. He’d groan Shigaraki was being a spoiled little child, and get angry when he was forced to work with Geten. Ever since he came to you after their first battle, he had despised the ice-user.

Winter was when he became the most sensitive. Emotionally.

For whatever reason the villain would come visit you more often in the winter, struggling to concentrate whenever he was with you. It was like his mind was somewhere else, somewhere that made him sad. Hot cocoa always cheered him up in the slightest, something warm to melt the ice slowly starting to grow around his heart. Every time he saw you though, it all melted already, your soft voice and gentle touches taking away his pain. You were too sweet. “Stupid idiot...” He mumbled and finished his little cup of instant ramen. He strolled lazily up the stairs, a blank look on his face as he approached the door to your room. He stopped in front of the door and looked inside, pleased with the sight of you sleeping peacefully, unaware of his presence.

He stared at blankly, not a single thought running through his head as he began to shed his blemished jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Next came his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal more of the scarred flesh everyone always claimed to be disgusting. He easily removed his boots and pants, only left in his boxers. Pulling the covers back slightly, he eased himself into bed beside you, turquoise eyes burning holes into your slumbering form. His hand reached out towards your face, gently caressing it with what little was left of his humanity instead of scarred dead skin. “I hate you.” He whispered, not even bothering to speak the words he knew you already knew. A smile graced your lips feeling his touch, instantly knowing it was your lover due to the warmth radiating off of him.

His unspoken words lingered in the air as he pulled you closer towards him, refusing to let you go.

‘I hate you, because I love you so much.’

——

When you woke up and found Dabi in your bed, you couldn’t help but smile ear to ear seeing your handsome boyfriend snuggled against you. He barely got any good sleep, so you wanted him to sleep as long as he could. He was a light sleeper, like extremely light. He briefly mentioned something in his past always kept him alert and on edge, having problems with insomnia and pain. You weren’t stupid. You knew the aspect of Dabi’s powerful quirk, and how much spreads through his body when he over uses his terrifying flames. Carefully easing yourself out of bed, kissing his head very very softly, you tip-toed down to the kitchen to see if Dabi had eaten any of your little experiments.

They were all sadly still there.

“Damnit! If he doesn’t eat something then I won’t know what to get him for his birthday... it’s in a couple days...” You announced to yourself, sighing heavily. It was true, putting the candy out was to get Dabi to reveal what kind of candy he liked, or flavor of cake, anything to give you the slightest hint on what he would enjoy! That was why you hid the food, you were hoping he would settle and eat what he wanted to. That wasn’t the case. “Tonight I’ll put some cake slices out and label them... maybe then! Maybe then he’ll choose one!” A sweet smile spread across your lips, putting all the candy away and putting all the normal food back. All the while unaware of a pair of ears that had been listening the whole time.

——

Dabi left early that morning, going off to do some villainous work before he approached your house in the middle of the night. It was around at least 2am when he arrived. His body ached, skin burning and smoking. Today had been especially rough, but the cool air that gently blew against his hot skin made him feel better. But the aching in his heart made him feel all the more hot with rage and anger. His memories plagued his mind briefly before he remembered what laid waiting for him at your house. That’s right. It was his birthday in a couple days. And the extremeness of your efforts was to figure out once and for all what his favorite sweet was. He just wasn’t a fan of sweets and preferred spicy foods.

“That idiot. Always such a hassle. Possibly worse than that crusty bastard.” He mumbled to himself, rubbing his scarred up neck gently. He didn’t understand himself how he could love someone who’s blood was probably 100% sugar and had a personality sweeter than that. He found your spare key easily, slipping the key into the lock and letting himself inside. As per usual, there were sweets on the table, cake to be exact. There were 5 different slices laid out, each labeled. He approached the neatly cut slices, bright pink flowery post it notes under them.

Vanilla! :D

Chocolate! :D

Red Velvet! :D

Lemon! :D

Cheesecake! :D

‘Good morning Dabeebee! :3

I’m sure it’s like past 1am or 2 or something, so good morning! I hope your day was okay <3 I missed you! I didn’t hide the food this time because you still found it last time! >:( But please try these cake slices! I made them all myself! I loooooove you! >///<

~(Y/N) :)

The dark haired villain rolled his eyes, sighing heavily as he shrugged off his heavy navy coat. He hung it up lazily so he wouldn’t make a mess or wake you and crossed his arms staring at the slices. His turquoise eyes observed each slice, lips set in a firm line as he thought about the textures and icing. His calloused hands grabbed onto the metal of a fork, hoping it wouldn’t melt at the heat his body was still emitting from his hard “work” of the day. A bite of each would be sure to satisfy you right? He dove the fork into the first slice, chocolate, and carefully placed the spongy sweet into his mouth. He recoiled. ‘It’s too sweet.’

As Dabi continued trying the sweets, the vanilla/yellow cake was probably his favorite, but he still didn’t want a cake. He didn’t really want anything for his birthday. Well, maybe to be dead, but that seemed unrealistic now. He sat down on the couch, mind now becoming hazy and foggy with depressing thoughts. His hands clasped together, blunt nails slowly digging into the top parts of his hands that weren’t scarred. The stables began to burn, almost like the first time they were in. His hands grew shaky, eyes blankly staring at the ground in a horrific daze. He didn’t even notice the way his breathing had turned unstable. The scars increased in heat, even though there were no more flames there to hurt him. His hazy eyes cast upwards and his whole entire world almost shattered.

The villain shot up and punched the TV in front of him as hard as he could, beating the screen senseless, panicking as he tried to rid his brain of the reflection that glared back at him. The mere sight and thought of red flames coming near him made his stomach sick with anxiety and fear, especially in the safety of your home. His eyes began to burn with tears, but sadly his tear ducts burned almost with his sanity a long time ago. His fists became bloody and bruised, body becoming numb to the sound of his name being called loudly. As soon as a hand made contact with his arm, he jerked around and swung at whatever had touched him, fearing the worst. That was when his heart shattered, eyes wide in fear once he realized he had just knocked you down to the floor.

“(Y/N)? Ah, shit.” He quickly kneeled down beside you and raised his shaky hands, scared to even touch you. There was a large mark on the side of your cheek, tears already built up in your eyes. Dabi’s chest heaved in and out heavily, eyes burning hard as blood leaked from under his stapled skin. Choked and held in sobs racked through his body like thunder. It hurt so much, it hurt that he couldn’t cry, it hurt to have a constant reminder of his past, reminders of his failure, and it hurt to know that he was unwanted and incapable of being loved by another human being. People saw him as a monster, a freak with no heart.

“You’ve failed me as a son, it’d been better if you weren’t even born.”

He let out a loud cry for help, even though the words never came from his mouth, the simple scream of pain was enough to convey his silent plea. His heart, his eyes, his skin, his stomach, his head, his chest, his lungs, everything hurt, a pain he couldn’t handle by himself. “FUCK!!” He shouted, blood dripping onto the floor with the crack of his broken voice. His whole body recoiled and flinched once he felt your soft hands gently caressing his scarred forearm. Why weren’t you leaving? Why weren’t you yelling at him? Why didn’t you hit him back? Why did you take his small abuse so quietly just like he did? Why were you just silently comforting him in the smallest way? “(Y/N)-“

“Shh, it’s okay now Dabi.” He flinched at your voice, firm yet soft, unwavering, no fear or disgust present at all. Just a loving tone for your significant other. Your hands gently pushed his forearms away from him, and you pulled him Into a tight hug, head buried into his neck. “There’s no need to cry, or fear anything... I’m here, Dabi... it’s okay... I’ve got you, honey.” His eyes widened at your sugary words, comforting him even though he’d just hit you. He inhaled your scent, shaking hands slowly resting against your back, squeezing you close with blood still dripping from his scarred cheeks. “Shh... there, there sweetheart, I’ve got you, and I’m never going to let you go okay...? I love you, Dabeebee.”

Love.

Such a big word you throw around so carelessly with him. Hearing such words always made him feel warm and happy inside. Something he missed out on, and had never experienced until he met you. Your poor excuse to cheer him up worked only a little, when he mumbled out an insult. “You’re so fuckin’ stupid you know that? I’m honestly shocked you’re still alive and I haven’t incinerated you yet...” His meaningless insults warmed your heart, your Dabi was slowly coming back. You ignored the harsh stinging of your cheek and focused solely on Dabi, and making him feel better. His breathing was slowly calming down, sniffling and wiping the blood that leaked from his abused burnt up tear ducts. “Do you feel better, Dabeebee?”

“What a stupid question to ask.” He mumbled and pulled away, composing himself briefly before he stared at you longingly. His beautiful turquoise eyes linger to your cheek stained red and he felt his heart break all over again. “Fuck, I’m... fuck I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” Now that was a rare sight to see, the Dabi apologizing to you? The man who swore to take out the super human society, the man who taunts heroes and kills, apologizing to you? A lowly civilian with a mediocre quirk not good enough to be recognized by society. “This isn’t like you, Dabi... what’s wrong my love? Does it have something to do with your birthday?” He didn’t reply, turquoise eyes just staring down at the floor with a dull gleam. It answered your question as you continued. “I’m sorry... you should’ve told me.”

“Shut up you sweet-loving psycho. It happens every year... this year’s just especially worse.” The villain lowly mumbled as he embraced you. The house was silent for a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the wind rustling outside and the heater turning back and forth. He finally spoke up after his racing heart had calmed. “...I promise, I’ll tell you everything one day. Now isn’t the right time.” That sent a small pang to your heart, after 2 years of dating and he still didn’t open up to you about his past. But god did you still love him with all of your heart. He slowly pulled his blood soaked face away from you, touching the streaks of irony red that flowed from his patchy purple scars. The next thing you knew his eyes were locked with yours, staring intently as if you were the only thing in the world to him. “Just know I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’ll burn them alive and see them in hell to kick their ass again. You’re... the first person to ever see me this vulnerable. Be lucky.”

You smiled. “That’s my Dabi...” Once your lips locked gently with his, the night faded away. Dabi held you tightly in his arms, not wanting to let you go, not wanting to let you slip through his fingers. His heart was still eating him alive at what he had done to you. He had never loved anyone more than he loved you. No one else would’ve accepted him, stayed with him, appreciated his company, love the way he looked even though he hated himself, and loved him for who he was. You didn’t see the evil in his heart, only the pain and rage that wouldn’t stop surfacing.

He hated doing this to you.

The city was in a panic, all evacuated from the Dangerous parts that villains had raided. Dabi had made sure you were somewhere where no one could hurt you. He’d told you to visit your parents a bit farther in Japan, promising he’d return. Of course your protested with a pout, you always did. He loved that too, always wanting to spend time with him. The inky black drops of dye fell off his naturally red hair stained white. His turquoise eyes burned with rage and excitement as he stared down at the man who’d ruined his life. He thought back to you, how you were witnessing his confession, his pain in the television, learning his identity. It hurt to not be there to comfort you, but he needed to do this. He was just happy he’d told you before he ended everything. To finally have closure in his heart.

His staples burned again, blood slowly falling from his scared skin.

*static*

“Now that you all know the truth...” His eyes locked with the camera. “I love you (Y/N). My Sweet Lover.” A pure loving smile. “Ill see you again.”

*static*

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crows-murder · 4 years

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Twinyards

it’s 2am and i hate myself and im literally dead on my feet but i cant fucking sleep so here i am instead

as far as most sibling relationships go, the twins have a....unique bond

they hate each other

but they don’t

it took nicky some time to understand that yes, the twins did care for him and each other

in their own way

at first glance, no one would see it-- not even nicky. through longer exposure, it would be hard to discern, but nicky did, somehow

he really first noticed after Andrew had almost killed the four guys attacking nicky

after that, nicky started picking up the small things

when aaron went to the local starbucks on days they woke up early but didn’t want to make breakfast, he knew andrew and nicky’s orders by heart

when andrew convinced nicky to buy ice cream despite nicky protesting that they should be mindful of their money, andrew always got nicky’s favorite flavor as well

on rough days when nicky was just drowning in the stress of holding a job and paying for the bills, the twins would stay in their room, to let nicky pick himself back up, before ordering pizza and turning on the tv

they never talked about it. if someone brought it up, an argument very often followed up

the twins have a strange way of showing affection, but that’s because they never learned to show proper affection

aaron was always quick to get angry and andrew was indifferent to the point of aggravation and pure frustration

it was their ways of coping

andrew by not caring and aaron by being angry at anyone for no reason

their first meeting could have gone a lot worse, but they both in a subconscious way saw the other as a survivor of their circumstances

and andrew did care. so did aaron

aaron reached out to his brother, filled for the first time with the hope that someone out there cares about him. he hopes and hopes that it will work out.

it doesn’t. aaron’s heart just breaks and his hope is shredded when andrew tells him to fuck off.

andrew wanted a brother, too. he wanted to have at least one good thing, one thing that life wouldn’t fuck up for him

but andrew couldn’t even have that. he couldn’t let his brother, his twin, go through what he was going through. so he pushed him away, made sure he’d be safe from his life.

when andrew learns that despite trying to protect his brother, he had still failed, he was angry. he was so angry. he was protecting someone who was being hurt by his mother. by their mother. who’d been so hurt, he would get high just to forget the hurt

deep down, aaron always knew his mother never truly cared. deep down he understood why andrew killed her. but he refused to admit it. he refused to believe his mother deserved it.

the twins weren’t subtle, but they didn’t know how they felt towards each other. it was hard to describe, and not one word really could.

andrew was first fiercely stubborn and loyal to aaron, trying to protect him the way he’d never been able to protect himself, and it slowly shifted onto nicky

aaron did care about andrew. he reached out. he wanted a brother. he wanted a twin. but he wasn’t expecting andrew. and it muddled the feelings, and when Tilda died, it just became worse, because of course aaron was angry and sad, and andrew couldn’t understand. and aaron didn’t understand how andrew could feel so little sympathy for their mother. andrew didn’t see how aaron could mourn the person who’d ruined him. who’d ruined them both, really.

nicky did try his best to get them to get along. but he didn’t really understand the issues and the layers of caution and hurt. he was pushing, but not in the right direction

and it’s not like either of the twins really tried either

in another life, they might’ve. in different circumstances, they might’ve. but Tilda was dead, and aaron and andrew had so many miscommunications to get through.

it wasn’t until Neil, and the early Thanksgiving at the Hemmicks that it changed

neil was different

he coaxed more out of andrew than aaron ever did. it’s one of the reasons why aaron hated him. how could he, practically a stranger who’d known them for half a year, could know more about andrew than aaron had learned in three years? some of it felt unfair to aaron, but he felt like he half deserved not knowing his brother. it wasn’t like he’d tried his hardest to get to know him.

and it was how quickly neil had puzzled together the mess that was andrew and aaron

not even they could piece it together. it felt so thoroughly messed up and convoluted that they never though any of it was salvageable anymore

when neil brough up Tilda’s death, right after aaron had killed drake, aaron had felt angry, pissed off, borderline furious

but the thought stayed. and nagged.

and when andrew left for Easthaven, without even waiting for aaron to get back to columbia, it hurt more than he’d anticipated

aaron thought about it a lot. and he hated that neil’s statement had made so much sense

after that it was slow going

so slow no one really noticed at first. not even neil. but then neil started picking up one or two things, and then progressively, so did nicky

aaron started

the twins never really verbally apologized for hurting each other, either physically or with words. they’d just spit hurtful words at each other until one of them (usually aaron) stormed out. then, usually a few hours later, one of them called out the answer of a particularly hard homework question for the other and the whole thing was forgotten

it was just how they worked

maybe it was the way they were brought up, or maybe it was just the way they operated, but neither twin needed the other to physically say the words “i’m sorry”. it was usually implied through action, as were most things with them.

and aaron found it easier to forgive andrew for killing Tilda that he thought

one morning in the Columbia house, andrew walked in the kitchen and aaron was there drinking coffee, waiting for his toast to pop out of the toaster, and handed andrew a cup of hot chocolate

andrew simply raised an eyebrow, but took it anyway.

after that, it remained slow.

when andrew went to the store, he’d sometimes buy aaron’s favorite ice cream flavor

and it goes back and forth for a while

they don’t mention it. aaron never brings up the fact that study sheets occasionally appear on his desk the day before a test. andrew never mentions the newly stocked cocoa powder in the kitchen, stacked next to the coffee and tea.

its such small things its only noticeable to the twins and sometimes neil

and it stays at that, but it’s progress, and that’s never happened before, and when neil (and later nicky) notice, they just smile a little, because no matter how little, progress is progress, and it’s a big step for andrew and aaron.

they’re far from talking through their issues, and it occurs to neither of them, but they’re content to go slow

once, aaron had a bad nightmare that woke him up at an ungodly hour of the night. he knew sleep wouldn’t come, not with the way he was shaking and sweating, so he decided coffee and a movie would distract him

he’s surprised to find andrew sitting on the countertop eating m&m’s aaron had bought just a day prior

they don’t speak at all. aaron just makes his tea and sits on the couch, and andrew stays on the counter, scrolling through his phone

aaron turns on the tv and puts on an animated series at low volume

at one point andrew turns his attention to the tv before sliding off the counter and going back to bed. aaron falls asleep on the couch

a couple of nights later, same thing happens again-- nightmares aren’t uncommon for the twins, or anyone really. if the twins cross path in the kitchen, one would just go back to their room

this time the kitchen is empty so aaron pulls out the ice cream and turns on the tv

andrew, being a light sleeper, wakes up. he knows who it is and debates getting up. he does, and this time directly goes to the living room and sits in an armchair, staring blankly at the tv. he only goes back to his room when aaron falls asleep, leaving the tv on.

andrew manages his nightmares better, but some still rattle him every so often, and enough that he usually stays up the rest of the night or finds neil and stays with him.

it’s one of the worse nights, and andrew wakes up in a panic, shivering and angrily wiping his wet face clean. he leaves his room, intent on finding neil before he realises it’s not neil he wants to be with

it annoys him, and he doesn’t like it, or even understand why, but he goes to aaron’s room anyways. he opens the door and settles in aaron’s desk, refusing to wake his twin up.

aaron finds him the next morning, snoring softly in his chair, his head resting in his crossed arms. (he’s really confused, and considers waking him, but decides against it and instead makes him hot chocolate for when he wakes up)

they still don’t talk much about it, but now they don’t act as tense around each other, and usually leave it at insulting the other.

nicky, having dealt with the twins, notices this and almost cries and nearly hugs both of them. he cares too much about graduating with all his limbs to do it, however

he mentions it to neil later, who had noticed the smaller gestures, and shares in nicky’s delight. yes, neil has a certain dislike for aaron, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want andrew and aaron to have a healthy relationship with each other they clearly deserve.

to anyone else, this might be slightly ridiculous, not meaning anything, and probably not even noticeable, but for both of them, it was a huge step forward.

aaron manages to find a spare mattress that he fits under his bed for andrew. andrew doesn’t put a mattress or explicitly tells aaron he can come in his room, so aaron opts instead for tv and snacks. sometimes andrew shows up, sometimes he doesn’t, and aaron finds he doesn’t mind.

one of those nights, aaron finds andrew already watching something on the tv when he shows up. it’s not a cartoon, but aaron grabs the leftover pizza from last night and watches with andrew

later, he looks up the series and ends up watching it. he catches up to the episode andrew was watching, and a couple nights later turns on the show

andrew is surprised that aaron wanted to catch up, and was invested in the show. he settles for telling aaron he’s a couple episodes ahead. aaron shrugs and replies that they can watch until he catches up. it’s their way of agreeing to watch it together at 4 in the morning

one wednesday, a couple months into the twins’ tentative healing, they mentions to Bee what’s been happening. and Bee smiles. she’s just happy that the twins are getting better, and striving to fix things a little.

the Upperclassmen catch up much later

probably because andrew still calls out insults his brother during practice and aaron retaliates

and yes sometimes andrew purposefully deflects balls in such a way that they hit aaron’s back or legs just to annoy him

but andrew tolerates katelyn

and aaron still doesn’t know what andrew sees in neil josten but doesn’t mind his relationship

andrew tells aaron one wednesday he hates being touched, and it doesn’t take a genius to know why. aaron has the urge to go find all of andrew’s abusers and bash their brains in like drake

aaron and andrew never really had people to care for them, so their sense of family is a little extreme, but it’s there

and it’s proof they can get better over time

they’re both in their own way protective of each other. and it’s a silent pact that anyone who hurts nicky will have to face two very pissed off blonds

movie nights at four am become a regular at the Columbia house, and sometimes (though they both have less nightmares over the years) during the week, so they get used to the extra key specifically for each other’s dorms.

one morning matt walks in and see aaron and andrew asleep on oppsoite ends of the couch while sharing a blanket, and takes a picture that he sends to everyone.

dan frames it and hangs it on the wall in the Foxhole Court (next to the one of Andrew and Neil at the airport)

the twins find out and wear practically identical “i am going to murder whoever did this” scowls

andrew thinks birthdays are a waste of time, but neil convinces him to spend time with aaron

so andrew drags aaron to the roof after raiding the liquor cabinet and get drunk on the roof

the twins have a lot of things they never mention

it’s a maze that’s hard to navigate, but the twins know how the system works

there are things and moments and people they never bring up, and there are gestures and little things that are not worth mentioning. both twins don’t know how to really communicate with each other, and sometimes with other people

they don’t know how to express things verbally

so between them its almost and unspoken agreement that phrases like “i love you” or “i’m sorry” are meaningless and dumb.

its one of the reasons why it’s hard to see that the twins are closer than they ever were, because they don’t communicate with words. they’re better at showing what they mean than actually saying it

they get more comfortable around each other, and by the time their senior year rolls in they make jokes (it’s hard to classify them as jokes when it mainly consists of one of the twins pointing at a random object and going “that’s you” with a blank expression while the other scowls)

nicky’s already back in germany and as graduation comes near, both twins find that they don’t want to get away from each other

andrew who doesn’t give a shit about aaron and hates him, texts him pictures of the cats or neil being idiots every once in a while

aaron doesn’t text often, because he doesnt really know what to text

but sometimes andrew will receive a picture of an empty store shelf with a single can of soup on it and the caption “is this u?”

and its so fucking random that andrew can’t help laughing

and aaron begins sending birthday cards to andrew (andrew calls him just to say fuck off and then hangs up immediately, but aaron just smiles and keeps doing it anyway)

(and andrew does start texting aaron happy birthday when it comes around)

one christmas nicky invites both twins and their significant others to germany and andrew gets aaron one of those stupid mugs with a science joke on it

aaron scowls because he knows andrew is blatantly mocking him. he knows.

but its fine because aaron got andrew a black sweater reading “dumber twin” (he had it custom made in rainbow font)

andrew doesn’t even try to act pleasant and says fuck you to aaron’s face

after that christmas, aaron always drinks from the cup andrew got him and andrew wears aaron’s dumb sweater

(katelyn and neil sneakily take pictures and send it to each other because “they’re bonding”)

it takes a long time for the twins to really get around their issues, and they’re both still healing, but at least whatever tilda severed when she separated them is healing too

it might never be perfect, and there’s a lot of healing, and it might never be okay, and it might take them their whole life to properly heal, but the steps they take are forward, and together

and their relationship is still complicated and messy and not the best

but theyre both trying

they both want this

#enjoy whatever this is #i tried okay #i tried my best to english well enough #its 2am and im mentally checked out #twinyards #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #aftg #all for the game #aftg katelyn #andreil #sir fat cat mccatterson #king fluffkins #tw abuse #tw rape

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Top Shelf: Chapter 8- Drunk In Love

Paring: Bucky x reader (Bookshop/bartender AU)

Word Count: 2,656

Summary: You have a fun night hanging with Bucky at the bar and a wonderful time at Sunday dinner with grandma but then Bucky drops some bad news...

Author’s Note: So I know I usually post on Monday’s but this week is the HBC’s week of kinks and I’m super excited and plan on writing something small each day so I figured I would put this out a day early since it was ready. Thank you all for your continued support. I used the photo of 1940s!Bucky as Bucky’s grandpa :) I love him so. Your amazing kindess and loveliness really keeps me going with this. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading! Love you all ❤❤❤ (ps the italics toward the end is Betty’s story of how she met James/grandpa :)

Warnings: Fluff, sweet Bucky (when is he not haha), smut (thigh riding, sorry not sorry), implied smut, alcohol consumption, angst (I’m sorry!) 18+ only please

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1: Enchantment

Chapter 2: Cookie Crumble

Chapter 3: Sweet Anticipation

Chapter 4: Read Between the Limes

Chapter 5: Secrets on the Shelf

Chapter 6: Love Between the Covers

Chapter 7: Love Lines & Sould Finds

“Yes,” you whisper, suddenly feeling like you jumped the gun, but the words had just spilled out. “I’d love to be your boyfriend, if you’ll have me?” He says the first part so decisively and with so much certainty that you just stare up at him and smile. “So, is that a yes?” he asks, his grin lopsided. You jump and throw your arms around his neck, kissing him firmly before breaking into a smile and whispering, “yes, definitely yes.”

When the two of you finally come back to reality you see Sam standing with his arm around Nat, both giving you knowing smiles. “Back to work Barnes,” Sam says, his eyes bright. “Oh, yea!” Bucky replies, giving you a squeeze and another quick kiss. He hops around the bar; his head held a bit higher and a pep in his step.

Nat rushes over and grabs your hands, “I TOLD YOU!” she yells over the loud chatter of the bar. You try to contain your happiness to a small squeal but fail when she starts hopping. “I feel like I’m drunk but I haven’t even had a sip of my drink yet! Speaking of, where are our drinks?” She reaches behind you and grabs two cold glasses, handing you one. “Try it! It’s amazing!”

The rest of the night is spent chatting and laughing with Nat while Sam and Bucky work the bar. More often than you’d like to admit your eyes drift to Bucky behind the bar. His sleeves are rolled up and the top few buttons of his shirt are undone, giving you plenty to ogle. Every so often he catches you staring, and you watch his eyes darken making your breath hitch. “Stop eye fucking your boyfriend, please,” Nat teases, emphasizing the word boyfriend.

With a startle you whip your head around, “what?!? I am not doing any such thing.” You turn back to look at Bucky, his eyes crinkled in a smile as he laughs. “I mean, maybe that’s exactly what I was doing but can you blame me? Look at him!” Now Nat throws her head back with laughter, “no, I guess I can’t.” Throwing Bucky a wink and an appreciative smile, you try to keep a straight face as you waggle your eyebrows.

It’s after 2am when the bar starts to close, you and Nat swiveling around on the stools and giggling. “Should we help them clean up?” Nat blows a raspberry, making a face and says, “no way!” a little too loudly. “No way, what?” Sam asks, sidling up beside Nat with a smirk. “Nat doesn’t think we should help you two clean up,” you say quickly, trying not to laugh. “Oh, I see how it is,” Sam teases. Bucky catches your eye as he’s walking to the back and motions for you to follow. You tell Nat and Sam you’ll be right back, leaving them to their fun.

Following Bucky to the back you watch him place the container of clean glasses down on counter. He rinses his hands and wipes them clean with a towel before starting to unbutton his shirt. You’re leaning in the doorway, your eyes fixed on his long fingers as they easily work their way down his shirt. He reaches the bottom and looks up, pulling his shirt off and smirking at your reaction. “See something you like, doll?”

Your eyes travel down his chest, following the trail of hair from his pecs to the waistband of his jeans. His ab muscles flex as he grabs his backpack and pulls out a tee shirt, your bottom lip now caught between your teeth as you try to hold back a moan. Throwing the tee shirt over his shoulder he stalks toward you, his arm reaching over your head and pulling the door shut with a click, the motion pushing you closer to him as the door nudges your back.

“Hi,” is all you manage to say, your fingers dancing over his skin as pins you against the door. His hands cup your face, gently brushing your hair back before he kisses you, slow and deep. He parts your leg with his thigh, and you gasp into his mouth, your dress riding up, so the fabric of your underwear rubs on his jeans. You can’t help the way your hips move along the thick muscle of his thigh, the friction hitting just the right spot.

Grabbing onto his shoulders you continue moving your hips back and forth, your orgasm building quickly as Bucky’s mouth travels over your neck. “Bucky, oh my god,” is all that leaves your mouth before your body trembles and you cum on his thigh, your wetness soaking through your underwear.

Bucky carefully moves his leg and holds you up, bringing your lips to his. “That was so fucking hot,” he murmurs into your mouth. “We need to go home; my jeans are way too tight right now.” You giggle and give him a nod, running your hand over the bulge in his pants, “yes, I want to go home right now.”

With quick goodbyes to Nat and Sam you leave the bar. The cool night air is a stark contrast to your heated skin as you make your way down Eldridge Street. Bucky can’t keep his hands off you, stopping to kiss you every few feet. When you finally reach his building, he opens the door and practically sprints up the steps, the two of you falling through the doorway of his apartment in a lip lock.

You wake to the warmth of the early morning sun shining through Bucky’s bedroom window. Your body is tangled with his as he peacefully sleeps. Brushing some hair from his face you give him a kiss and carefully get up, grabbing his tee shirt from the floor and throwing it over your naked body.

Tip toeing into the bathroom you wash up and give yourself a tour of his apartment. It’s unsurprisingly neat and comfortable, the warm colors and wooden furniture making it feel like a lived-in place. He has several bookshelves lining the walls in the living room and you smile to yourself, loving that he’s surrounded himself with them.

“You look so much better in my shirt than I do.” You look down at yourself before turning on your heel, “I could argue with you on that.” Bucky walks over, his sweats hung low on his hips. He winds his arms around your shoulders and holds you against his chest. “Hungry?” Just then your stomach grumbles and you both laugh. “I definitely could go for some breakfast!”

After breakfast and some fun in the shower you leave Bucky’s and return home to do laundry and bake the cookies for dinner at Betty’s. You decide you also want to try one of your new recipes for a chocolate pie, hoping to get an honest opinion from both Bucky and his grandma. The day goes by quickly as you bake and clean, Bucky texting you silly pictures from the book shop.

‘I wish I didn’t have to work tonight😢.’ You read his text, wishing the same. You want to go to the bar again, but you promised Nat some girl time and you needed to do some things around your apartment. ‘I know, me too, I miss you.’ You send the text before thinking it through, cringing to yourself and hoping you didn’t overstep.

An, ‘I miss you more❤,’ comes through almost instantly and with a giant sigh of relief, you send several heart emojis back followed by a picture of your finished chocolate pie. ‘I tried a new recipe! Hopefully, you guys will like it🥰!’ The next few texts come through quickly, Bucky making his excitement know. Nat arrives shortly after and you veg on the couch with cookies and wine, hardly talking about anything other than the boys.

When Sunday afternoon arrives, you’re pacing your apartment, rambling to Nat on the phone. “Why am I all of a sudden nervous, it’s not like I’m meeting his parents and I’ve met Betty before!” Chewing on your lip you huff into the phone causing Nat to laugh, “listen, calm down, eat a cookie and get dressed or you’re going to be late.”

Bucky meets you at your apartment and you catch a cab together, his hand in yours as you walk to Betty’s apartment. “This stuff smells amazing, I can’t wait to eat it all,” he says, pulling you into his side. Kissing the top of your head, he whispers, “she already loves you, don’t worry about anything.” You let your shoulders relax feeling somewhat lighter after his sweet words.

Betty’s apartment door is slightly ajar, the delicious smell of lasagna wafting through the small space. “Oh man, that smells so good,” you say as Bucky opens the door. “Hey grandma, we’re here!” Betty pokes her head around the corner of the kitchen with a smile, “oh good, kids, come on in! I need some help.”

You brush past Bucky and put the cookies and pie on the table, going over to Betty and asking, “what can I do?” She pats your cheek and instructs you to set the table, yelling at Bucky to help get the lasagna out of the oven and get the drinks.

Once the table is set and the three of you are seated Betty gets to talking. You had checked with Bucky on the way over, asking him if it was ok to ask her questions about his grandpa, James. He assured you it would be fine, and she would be happy to talk about him. And she was.

We met when I was 19, not long before the Vietnam War. James was so handsome with his dark hair and beautiful blue eyes. It was summer and I was at Coney Island with my friends and some of the army boys had come out to have some fun. The moment I laid eyes on him; I knew. “Knew what,” you asked, your head cocked to the side and a dreamy look in your eyes.

That I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Thankfully, he felt the same because that night my life changed forever. Just like any other show off he approached me and asked if he could try to win me one of the stuffed bears at the water gun game. He kept saying he was a good shot. Well, turns out, he won three times in a row and I got the biggest stuff bear they had. “She still has it too,” Bucky chimed in with a smile. You squeeze his hand, “it’s all so romantic.”

We spent the whole evening together. James took me for a walk on the beach that night and we bonded over our love of books and literature, quoting all our favorite stories and authors. It almost felt too good to be true but when we kissed for the first time on that sand, I knew he would be the last man I ever kissed.

He went to Vietnam. I knew he was going to and I had to let him, but it was the hardest thing I ever had to do. So hard, I wasn’t sure I would make it through. I wrote him every day and sent him books I had read with my notes in the margin. They were more often just the words in my heart that had leaked onto the page. He kept them all of course, telling me they gotten him through many nights.

When he returned home, we got married right away. It was a small wedding but just what we wanted. After that we moved into this apartment and I got pregnant in the next year. One day, we were walking down W 15th street, or more like I was waddling because I was about 8 months pregnant and we passed this quaint little bookshop. It was one of those moments where we looked at each other and it all just clicked.

Walking inside we were immediately surrounded by the familiar smell of old books. We spent the whole afternoon exploring the shelves for books for the baby’s library. We left with probably close to 30 books, hands, and hearts full.

Later than night when we were building the bookshelf for the baby’s room, James sat back and pulled me into his lap. He asked me what I wanted in life. I told him I had everything I wanted and more. He understood because he felt the same but then he added in a quiet voice, “what if we had our own library.”

At first, I didn’t know what he meant. Maybe one for the house? But then he started telling me his idea. He spoke with so much passion that I couldn’t have said no even if I wanted to. And I didn’t want to, I was all in. It was perfect for us.

So, after Bucky’s father was born, we saved up, bought the space, and turned it into the bookshop. From day one James was fully invested. He gave it so much of himself and we had so much success. Everything he did he did for us and I know he’s so happy that Bucky has taken over and we didn’t have to sell before he passed.

Betty slowly got up and walked to the living room, taking a photo off the mantle. “Would you grab the cookies and pie dear and Bucky put on the coffee please?” You both jump up and do as she asks, clearing the table and setting out the dessert and coffee cups. She returns with the photo and sits down, handing it to you. “That’s James and I in front of the bookshop the day it opened.”

Her smile is wide, but her eyes are sad. You look down at the picture, your own eyes blurred by tears, “you are beautiful, and James is so handsome. You really look like him Bucky.” When you look up, Bucky’s eyes are on you and not the picture. Something floats across his features that steals your breath. Something akin to pain but it quickly vanishes when Betty speaks again.

“Oh, my darling, this pie is scrumptious! You are quite the baker.” You and Bucky look over, smiling as she takes another bite. “I’m so glad you like it! Will you try some Bucky?” He reaches over and cuts a giant slice, “you bet I will!”

It seems as if the painful moment has passed as he happily chews the pie, groaning at how good it is. You kiss his cheek, taking a bite yourself and smiling. “It did come good! I have to add this to my recipe book.” The three of you enjoy dessert and more lovely conversation, helping Betty clean up before you leave.

You say goodbye and head out the door, promising to be back soon with more baked goods. Bucky’s hand is tight around yours as you walk down the street, deciding to take a stroll before getting a cab. The night is warm and beautiful as Bucky pulls you into his side. You can tell something is off but you’re not sure if you should ask. The moment with the picture sits at the forefront of your mind and you decide to take the gamble.

You stop walking and wrap your arms around him, “Bucky. Talk to me, what’s going on?” His brow furrows and his lips turn down in a frown. Your stomach sinks as thoughts that he is going to end it creep into your mind. He must notice the look in your eyes and quickly kisses you before saying, “it’s not you at all, you are perfect.” Taking a deep breath, he continues, “it’s the bookshop. I have barely been able to pay the rent these past two months. I don’t know what to do.”

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bronwiebear-brad · 4 years

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Quarentine w/ Brad:

Waking up late smothered with kisses and cuddles. Staying a while in bed because he doesn’t let you get up by giving soft pecks at your belly and exposed legs. “Brad, my bladder will explode. I really need to pee”. “Way to go champ, you just ruined the moment”.

Having the best time of your lifes enjoying each other’s company. “I don’t think we spend this much time together before”. “I know but I’m loving it”. “We should consider you moving in after this”. You would look at him and he would be all serious. “I mean it”. “Bradley, your just saying that because of my bronwies and everyday sex”. “Fair enough, but is it too bad that I love having you around 24/7?″. Your heart melting at how cute your boy was.

Spending a lot of time watching movies, since you couldn’t agree on what series to watch. “I can’t believe you never watched The Office, you div”. “I don’t but let’s just whatch Love Is Blind, darling”. “Ugh no, too cringe”. And you two would start an healthy argument. “How about a movie marathon?” He came up with the idea jumping into the couch and grabing the remote. “Only if it’s Shrek”. “Gosh that’s why I love you so much. You always have the best ideas love, come here”. And you would spend the whole day watching the four movies (the musical from Broadway included) all cuddled up in the couch with a blanket and a bowl of microwave popcorn. Always laughing at the jokes and kissing in the cute parts.

Also, quarentine was making lil chef’s out of you two. You insisting in cooking more healthy food and Brad slowing getting his way into the kitchen. “I don’t think that’s the right way to do it”. You said sitting on the counter far from him and trying not to laugh at his attempt to bake a cake with chocolate all over his face. “I’ll videocall my mom then”.“She’s going to laugh at the fact that we can’t do a simple cake”.“Please loves, just don’t burn the whole house down”. His mom would say before ending the call and watching your faces and clothes covered in flour and chocolate.

Playfully cooking and dancing around the kitchen, sometimes ending with a flour fight and a lot of tickles.

Playing a lot of boardgames and videogames. “Brad, I saw you, you just steal 200$ from the bank!” You rolled your eyes. “I did not.” “Show me your money then”. “No”. And then you would crawl into his lap only to find the stolen money in his pockets. “Oops”. He would simple pout and lift his arms in a defensive way and you would playfully hit his chest making him chuckle.

I swear that boy would try to cheat at every game, even in scrabble. “Uh, “beso” isn’t a word Brad”. You rolled your eyes laughing. “It’s a spanish word babe”. “We’re not playing this game in spanish “pendejo””. You would playfully mess with him. “Oh you’re no fun love, but puedes me dar un beso por favor?” He would pout and make puppy eyes using his weak skills in spanish to make you more in love. And you would totally gave in because he just asked you for a kiss in spanish and that was actually very hot.

Sometimes you had to came up with new ideas to have fun and kill the time, when you weren’t working on your computer or having zoom meetings. Dancing together was one of them. He would put music and you two would dance together: sometimes drunk at 2am and sometimes very passionate and slowly and very very close, his hands on your waist lightly squeezing and your hands on the back of his neck pulling his hair softly, glued chest's and whispering love words.

Talk a lot about stuff. “Brad, do you believe in ghosts?”. You would ask lying in bed in the dark at night and with your legs entwined. “(Y/N), it is 3am, are you trying to get me scared?” He would laugh and wrap his arms around your waist and look at your face properly. “Wait... did you saw one?” He would sit and turn on the light quickly making you laugh.

Sometimes having deep conversations. “Do you want to have kids in the future?” “I don’t know Brad. Honestly I never thought about it. Do you?”. “Uh, yeah but we don’t have to if you don’t want it”.“Wait, we? You think about us having kids?” And his cheeks would turn red as he slowly nods yes. “What they look like?” “They have your smile and your eyes. And when they laugh their cheeks make dimples, just like yours”. “Wait, did you said they?”. “Yeah babe, three kids”.

Bathing together. “This is so relaxing”. “See? I told you, angel. Plus we’re saving water. It is Ecofriendly and Bradley-friendly”.

Watching him doing lives and perform.

He having more time to compose a song for you or teaching you how to play an instrument

Wearing his hoodies everyday.

Making face masks. “oh it tickles” “it’s normal, try to relax now”. “you shouldn’t have put it on my beard darling, the mask will rip it”. “you call that a beard?”

Bonus:

“Brad, what are we doing today?” You would ask coming into the kitchen to have breakfast in nothing but an old tshirt from the vamps and underwear and he would sigh. “You”.

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foreverfallingforthestars · 3 years

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2AM Walks under the Moonlight

🎄Day 11 of 12 Days of PJO Christmas🎄

He huffed out a laugh at how well she knew him. “Do you want to take a walk?”

She just looked at him incredulously. “It’s 2AM.”

“Yeah, so? It’s not like either one of us is going to go back to sleep soon. Might as well get some fresh air.”

“Cold fresh air.”

“Yes.”

PSA: These drabbles are canon-compliant till HoO and just acknowledge the existence of Estelle. Also technology use is a thing.

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It was 2:11 AM when Percy stirred while in bed. It happened often; him, waking up throughout the night just to make sure that everything was okay, and they were safe. He squinted as he opened his eyes, blinking slowly for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. There was a slight brightness in the bedroom because of the moonlight shining through the cracked curtains. Closing his eyes again, he groaned at the feeling of his stiff muscles, and he turned around in bed, blindly reaching out for Annabeth. She was usually pressed up against him or in his arms while they slept, but there were occasions that they ended up sleeping on either sides of the bed as they separated during the night. He figured this was one those times, but after patting the space around him, he couldn’t feel her so he opened his eyes, only to find her side of the bed empty.

He shot up straight, wondering where she was so late at night. He reached for his phone to check the time before getting up out of bed. He padded out of their bedroom, cautiously heading towards the living room only to find a dim light coming from the kitchen. He walked around the corner and found Annabeth sitting on the kitchen counter, cradling a cup of steaming liquid.

She looked up when she heard him walk in, and he leaned against the open doorway, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Hi,” she whispered, as though she didn’t want to break the quietness of the night.

“Hey,” he answered in the same quiet tone. “What are you doing awake?”

She shrugged. “Woke up and couldn’t go back to bed.”

Percy nodded, and he walked over to her, standing in front of her. She slightly parted her knees to make room for him to step a bit closer to her, so he did.

“Anything you want to talk about?” he asked, placing a hand on her thigh and patting it gently.

“Nope. Just couldn’t sleep,” Annabeth responded. She took a sip of her drink, which Percy could now see was hot chocolate thanks to the floating marshmallows. “Do you want some?” she asked, slightly extending the cup towards him.

Percy hummed, accepting the cup from her and taking a long sip of his own and chewed on a marshmallow as he returned the rest of the cup. The hot chocolate warmed him up on the inside despite the heat blasting in the apartment. It was a fairly chilly night, and it was going to only get colder the closer they got to Christmas and the end of the year.

They remained in silence for a bit, and Percy wondered what he could do to help Annabeth. She usually had bouts of insomnia for no reason other than the fact that she couldn’t stop thinking for a bit. It usually made Annabeth slightly bit more on edge, and it always frustrated him to no end that he couldn’t help her more.

Percy kept racking his brain until he came up with an idea, but he bit his bottom lip in contemplation as he wondered if he should bring up what he was thinking of.

“What’s up, Perce?” Annabeth asked, clearly reading his confusion. “I can hear your brain thinking all the way from here.”

He huffed out a laugh at how well she knew him. “Do you want to take a walk?”

She just looked at him incredulously. “It’s 2AM.”

“Yeah, so? It’s not like either one of us is going to go back to sleep soon. Might as well get some fresh air.”

“Cold fresh air.”

“Yes. Plus, we can walk to the fancier part of the neighborhood where people have more lit up decorations,” he pointed out. “Or we could drive over to Central Park and just take a walk there.”

Annabeth tilted her head side to side as she thought through his suggestion before looking at him and setting the cup down on the counter next to her thigh. She took his face in both hands and kissed him softly before moving away.

“Let’s just walk around here,” she answered. Percy smiled, and he moved a step back so she could hop off the counter. He held out his hand for her to take, and the two walked back into their bedroom. Percy grabbed his phone and wallet before shrugging a jacket on, and he watched as Annabeth did the same.

They made their way down the hallway into the elevator of their apartment building, simply holding hands in silence. They didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with anything. They had been best friends for nearly twelve and half years and had been dating for eight and half of them — they knew each other better than they knew themselves at this point.

As they walked out of the elevator and into the apartment building’s lobby, they passed a small Christmas tree with empty wrapped gift boxes placed under the tree. The red and gold lights on the tree brought the otherwise fairly dim lobby to life slightly, and Percy smiled.

“Don’t even think about taking another box,” Annabeth warned. Percy scoffed.

“It was one time, Annabeth. I now know they’re empty, so why would I go grab another one?”

“Just making sure,” she laughed. He simply rolled his eyes at her and dragged her out into the bitingly cold air of New York City at the end of December. The snow on the ground had slightly frozen over to become ice, and the two of them quietly walked through the streets, taking in the sight of a quiet city.

Manhattan was the busiest city in the world, and it seemed like it would never sleep, but at 2AM, everything was peaceful and quiet. Everything around them had a soft white glow because of the brightly shining moon, and the lamp posts with wreaths pinned to them lit up the buildings and roads near them with a bright yellow light. Looking up at the different apartment buildings, Percy saw tons of different Christmas decorations that people had put up on their windows. Most of them were simple wreaths, like Percy and Annabeth’s apartment, but there were a few that were more elaborately decorated. Some had glow up Santa outlines, some had window decals, and some had simply put up fairy lights in the windows.

Percy and Annabeth walked down the street, hand in hand, and just breathed in the night.

“Thanks,” Annabeth spoke up at one point when they were walking for about fifteen minutes. Percy was absolutely frozen, and he figured Annabeth must be too, but it probably helped clear her brain a bit, and that’s really all Percy cared about.

“Anytime,” he answered with a smile. She tugged his hand slightly, and the two came to a stop. They looked at each other for a second under the moonlight before she smiled and tilted her head towards the direction they came from.

“We both have work in the morning, so we should head home.”

Percy smiled. “Home.”

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One more to go!

Day 1 || Day 2 || Day 3 || Day 4 || Day 5 || Day 6 || Day 7 || Day 8 || Day 9 || Day 10

#pjo #pjo fic #percy #annabeth #percabeth #percabeth fic #12 days of pjo christmas

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drunk-onsunlight · 3 years

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Day #3 of Promptmas

Chapter 3: Mind if move in closer?

Summary:

Movie night between Ned, Betty, MJ and Peter and a little of Spidey patrolling NYC

Chapter 1: Beautiful what’s your hurry?

Chapter 2: I’ll hold your hands (they’re just like ice)

Chapter 3

Concept: Caroling & Watching Christmas movies together

Dialogue: “The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!” & “I love you but your taste on Christmas music is horrible”

“Peter? Are you listening to me?” Ned told him over the earpiece. Peter was distracted. Thank God he wasn’t swinging, the cold air was hitting his face while he was sitting on a rooftop.

“sorry Ned. I’m just thinking about something”

“and that’s clearly bothering you. What is it? Is Morgan ok?” Peter loved the way his friends bounded with his little sister, they weren’t actually related but the feeling was just the same. And having Ned, Betty and MJ get along with her was pure magic, he felt like he could trust them with big things like the Stark relationship he held with not just Tony but Pepper, Morgan and Happy, even when MJ and Betty didn’t know he is Spider-Man.

“something Pepper said today. I don’t know what she was talking, well, not what a who”

“a who? Ok, you need to speak clearly, you don’t make any sense, Peter”

"you know Morgan was visiting the apartment, right?" "yeap. What about that?" "well, at some point we were chatting and drinking some hot chocolate and Pepper called, I had the call on speaker and she said something a about "my girlfriend" that she wanted to meet her and should take her to their house for a coffee or a lunch or whatever. But I don't have a girlfriend" "yes, that's a little weird. Did Morgan know about that?" "no! She totally freak out and threat me for keeping secrets from her, then Em told her I was too weird to date someone and that was it" why he was friking out so much about a stupid conversation? He didn't have a girlfriend and he just needed to call Pepper and correct her. That was it "Peter, are you scared that MJ may think you actually have a girlfriend?" Peter sensed the smile on Ned's face without seeing him "what? Of course no. She doesn't have to do anything with this" nop, she wasn't the problem, he was just to anxious to call Pepper and correct her "hum. You sure? I remember you having a massive crush on her back in senior year at high school. Maybe living with her made those feelings show up again" now he was regretting telling Ned about that all those years ago "Ned, that was a long time ago and then, well, you know, Gwen and all of that happened and I don't think I have feelings for MJ or that I want to have a relationship with someone" Gwen was everything he ever dreamed in a girl and his Spider-Man duties messed everything up leaving him with another death on his shoulders alongside Ben's. That's exactly why he tried to protect MJ, she didn't need to be in danger just because she knew his secret identity. Ned never had problems with him being a target for being a FOS, but with Betty, that was other story and the same reason she didn't know either. "I'm just saying Peter. This doesn't have to be about Gwen or even MJ, it's about you totally friking out about something that can be fixed with a call. You need to sleep, all this patrol and the cold are messing with your head. Go get some rest Pete" Ned was right, he needed to sleep and call Pepper to clarify the wrong information. "I'm calling it quits for tonight. It was a slow night after all. Thanks for listening Ned, say hi to Betty for me please" after a short goodbye and a promise for a movie date with Peter and MJ, Ned finished the call and Peter got up from the rooftop. He arrived home at 2am, he was glad they could pay a small apartment with windows on both their rooms and not just one, like others he had visited while looking for a place to move. That made everything easier, MJ never knew when he went out or came back from patrol, and if something was too bad he texted her that he was out early when he probably was recovering in the Avengers facilities. The next day he woke up to MJ humming a pop song, she was in a good mood so probably she already took a tea or a coffee. Peter got 4 full hours of sleep since he arrived from patrol and he considered that a win.

“Mornin’” Peter knew he looked totally wrecked but he felt good, like the Christmas spirit was taking over him.

“Hey, loser. Want some coffee?” Her hair was on a messy bun. All her curls were framing her face, she looked beautiful.

“Yeah. Thanks”

“I was thinking, maybe we could decorate today. Do you have something to do?”

“Aammm, no. I’m free. Jameson haven’t called and I am not offering myself until next Monday, I’m really tired” Ned was right, he needed to rest. Rhino, college, The Bugle… J. J. Jameson and his idea that Spider-Man was a threat but anyway having photos of him on every front page he could, everything was too much right now.

“Have you talked to Ned? He said something about a movie night with Betty the other day when we talked” Yes! The movie night they have agreed last night.

“Yeah. He mentioned something last night. We can decorate the apartment and then invite them for some fun. I think we need it” He knew MJ was stressed too and having Betty and Ned around was a good distraction for everyone.

He took his coffee and then helped MJ doing some scrambled eggs for they breakfast and he went to take a shower. After his shower he changed clothes to some Christmas sweeter that he knew MJ was going to make fun of it. While he was deciding in using his Spider-Man socks or his Christmas tree socks he started playing some carols on his phone. He created a full playlist on his Spotify for this moment.

He went out of his room and found Michelle carrying the boxes with the Christmas decorations. How she managed to hold three boxes at the same time was a mystery. If he didn’t knew he was Spider-Man he could swear that she was Spider-Man, but that was a stupid idea. MJ was strong enough to lift the boxes by herself without superpowers, maybe they weren’t that heavy and he was just making things up.

“Oh, God! Seriously? That one?” Peter knew MJ didn’t like that sweeter. It was a Rudolf one with a big red nose that you pressed and it started playing Christmas carols, May bought it for him two years ago and he loved it.

“I know you secretly love it. Press the nose”

“No!”

“Press the nose. I know you want to” He crossed the living room and got close to her

“No! Stop it” She started to run away from him, sorting boxes while crossing the room

“Press the nose, come on MJ!” he was trying to get to her and they ended up running around the sofa, avoiding the boxes and the coffee table. MJ started laughing when Peter got close to her and tried to grab her arm but she managed to get loose and he ended holding her hand for a few seconds until she kept running away.

“We need to start decorating or Ned and Betty are going to arrive and we haven’t done anything” She was still laughing. Peter loved to make her laugh, it wasn’t an easy task but he loved the challenge.

They spend the morning and past midday decorating a Christmas tree that was basically some fake branches placed like a real Christmas tree, MJ said it reflected her soul. Every Christmas, Peter decorated the branches with bright colors, he hang some toys or pushies and tried to add many colors to it. He said to MJ that it was the perfect representation of the two of them, the black, perfectly placed branches for her and the colorful decorations for him.

MJ placed the stockings on their small fake fireplace along with some holly, then moved to the window and decorated it with led lights and tinsel, she finished the decorations placing the wreath on their front door. Everything looked perfect, now they needed to set their cushions and blankets for their movie night.

Two hours later the apartment looked totally different from the day before. Ned and Betty arrived after MJ and Peter took their lunch. They opened the door and found a very smiley Betty using a pink dress and a huge fluffy coat accompanied with Ned using a Christmas sweeter and jeans.

“Hey Betty!” MJ and Betty always found lots of things to talk about. Betty had managed to make MJ open more about her feelings, her college and even family, Peter was very impressed by Betty and her ability to make MJ talk like her life depended on it. But Ned and Peter were never included in those kinds of conversations.

“Hey Dork” in high school MJ called them losers or dorks, now Peter was the loser and Ned was the dork. MJ and Ned did a little hand shake they made up in high school and she moved back a little so Peter could say hi to their friends while everybody entered the apartment. Ned and Peter did their usual handshake and then Peter kissed Betty’s cheek.

“MJ, the apartment looks amazing” Betty was looking around the living room like she was in the White House and surrounded of the most beautiful Christmas decorations

“It was mostly me so, thank you”

“Hey!! I helped!”

“The tree, right Peter?” Betty knew them too well

“Of course. That masterpiece is my doing” He was very proud of this year results with the decoration of the tree and Ned was looking at it like it was the most beautiful Christmas tree ever

“I love it, Peter” Ned said, always being the supporting friend

“MJ we can make some pizza for the movie night while the boys look for the movies we can watch. Would you like that?” Peter knew that was a key word for “we need to talk without loser and dork listening”

“Yes! I would love to” They moved quickly to the kitchen and started talking right away in whispers.

“That was fast” Ned was looking at Betty with adoring eyes while Peter was looking at MJ moving around the kitchen, totally owning the small space

“Well, we can make the best of our time without them”

“Christmas carols?” they looked at each other on a silent talk they have grown to develop along the years they have meet

Peter showed Ned his playlist full of Christmas carols and they connected a small speaker so they could hear the music through the whole apartment.

“ Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh”

The speaker started to sing and soon both of them started to sing along.

“Hey, jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh”

Ned turned the volume up and stared to sing louder with Peter, making both girls to turn around and look at them. They were singing louder and louder each time the same lines were sung by the speakers on the living room.

“Ned!!!” Peter heard Betty over the loud music and pocked Ned for him to just sing louder

“Ned, Betty is calling you” Peter told Ned close to his ear so he made sure Ned was listening to him. He stopped singing and ran to the kitchen to hug Betty

“I’m here. Do you need anything?” Peter could see how soft Ned was around Betty all the time, it was really nice to see them so happy and comfortable with each other

“Yes. Can you do me a favor? Stop singing, please. I love you but your taste on Christmas music is horrible” Betty was looking at Ned with all the love in the planet but serious enough for Ned to know that she mean it

“Not just that the song is totally awful and the lyric doesn’t make sense but also that you both are terrible singers”

“Aw MJ! But the best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!”

“Then can you take some singing lessons for next year?” MJ was teasing him, he wasn’t that bad at singing. He knew it

“Just if you sing with me” He had heard MJ singing and she was really good at it, but she never let anyone hear her singing too loudly, just soft whispers. With that comment MJ turned around and kept doing the base for the pizza. Ned said something to Betty’s ear and then gave her a little peck on the cheek and moved away from her.

Peter could see MJ and Betty chatting while Betty was putting some toppings for the pizza, at the same time she was telling Michelle something and they both looked excited over what they were speaking. Well, as excited as MJ could look over Betty’s news. Her face was mostly expressionless but her eyes were shinning, that was all he needed to know she was interested in whatever they were talking.

“Peter?”

“Mmm?”

“Can you stop looking at MJ with those puppy eyes and pay attention to me?” Ned had a mocking tone

“I’m not making “puppy eyes” at MJ”

“Then I’m getting worried if those eyes are for Betty” Ned was having too much fun mocking him “But seriously, I need to tell you something” Peter turned his head to see Ned’s face and found mixed emotions there

“What is it?”

“I need your help for buying Betty’s Christmas present”

“Yeah, of course. Do you know what to buy or you want me to ask her casually what she wants?”

“I know what I’m buying but I need you to go with me and pick it with me”

“Okaaaay… Can I know what is it? It’s like a big thing? Do we need to hire someone to help us take it to your house?” Peter was confused to say the least

“I’m buying an engagement ring” Ned spoke so fast and so quiet that if it wasn’t for Peter superpowers he had totally missed the phrase

“Ned, that’s amazing!” Peter was really happy for them and totally available to help them to be happy together

“It’s not a surprise, but it is a surprise. We have talked about getting married eventually and we have been dating for a long time and living together is just feels right, so I want to make it official” Peter had a small flashback to a few hours ago, how living with someone felt right. Him trying to catch MJ, making breakfast and shopping with Morgan. Some things felt right, so he totally got what Ned was talking about. Not that he was getting married to MJ but they were close enough to understand the feeling

“Tell me when and where and I will be there. I will be happy to help”

“Thanks! I really want to pick the perfect ring for her” now Ned was making puppy eyes at Betty. It was really cute to see them so in love after such a long time.

“Guys! Pizza is almost done so that movies better be ready” Betty was pointing at them with a spatula as a threat

“They will be ready when you both finish that delicious pizza, honey” Ned moved quickly to the bag were he had brought the movies for them to watch. They picked Love Actually, they all loved the movie and it was perfect for the season.

They girls took the two pizzas they made to the coffee table and some plates. Ned ran to the kitchen and grabbed some mugs and the soda from the fridge. Their sofa wasn’t big enough for the four of them so Peter sat on the floor and helped pouring the soda on the four mugs. MJ closed the curtains and turned off the light. When everything was ready Ned sat with Betty lying on the couch with her head on Ned’s lap. Peter knew MJ wasn’t going to make Betty move to a sitting position for her to sit on the sofa with them, so she sat next to Peter on the floor.

Ned took the remote and stared the movie. Soon enough they finished the homemade pizzas and drank the soda. MJ covered herself with a blanket after half the movie and rested her head on the couch, close to Betty’s knees. Peter could see her trying not to fall asleep, he moved to place his empty mug on the coffee table and placed himself closer to MJ than he was before.

Their arms were pressed against each other and he felt MJ laughing softly to something happening on the movie. He wasn’t paying attention anymore, too focused on the heat radiating from MJ while she was tightly wrapped on her blanket. Was she actually cold? While Peter was divagating, MJ placed her head on Peter shoulder and he froze.

He thanked every God, Lord and Supreme master he was taller than MJ now, just for a few centimeters but that small difference made easier for them to keep the posture without hurting MJ’s neck. He tried not to breath too hard to not bother her or make her move, he also pretended not to hear her heart racing while placing his head over hers and then slowing down as she felt asleep. The movie was coming to an end and he tried to look at Ned.

Betty was asleep on Ned’s lap and he was playing with her hair. They shared a look and decided to wake the girls up so they could all go to sleep. After they woke up, Betty and Ned decided to go home, it wasn’t late after all. MJ and Peter organized the room and lifted everything from the coffee table and took the plates and mugs to the kitchen. Peter was definitely skipping patrol, he wanted to rest a little now that Rhino had disappeared several days ago. He knew he was coming back any minute and he needed to be ready for that.

#spideychelle #spideychelle twelve days of promptmas #baby it's cold outside #ned leeds #betty brant #michelle jones mcu #peter parker mcu

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taeguboi · 4 years

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BTS HC - Lockdown

In which each BTS member lives with y/n

I’m hoping these imagines might lighten the mood for anyone who might be feeling a bit lonely right now.

Please see the end of post first if you need some context or wish to see the notes

Has good balance of me time and us time

steps back when you both need space

sitting in the back yard on some chair reading a book

taking in the sun

The restrictions don’t hinder him from making sure you both get plenty of sun and fresh air

it isn’t much but in week 1, he gave the back yard a little tidy up

turned it into a place to chill out

so there aren’t any flower planted or decor

but it makes all the difference

there’s chairs, a table and a parasol

to you, this is perfect

Spot of tea under cooler weather

or orange juice under the sun

Board games at the table in the back yard

you tried cards once out there but even just the slightest breeze...

“Goddammit!!!”

The card games are for when it rains

or for when neither of you quite feel like going out today

He swears you’re cheating at UNO

you swear he’s just really bad at it

turns out he keeps saving those wild 4 draw cards too long

which you gather over his last 3 rage quits

because he just slings the cards, revealing them to you

“You play it too safe” you tell him

so he plays it a bit less safe

“Yes! Finally I won!”

“OH! Look at that!” you smile

he smiles back because of how proud you...

“...it’s sunny again!”

‘Goddammit y/n...’

Shopping trips together

not so helpful when the rules get stricter

“One adult at a time please...”

oh dear

who goes in?

so you go in

“Crap! Namjoon has the shopping list!”

this period of time really shows how you complete each other

pretty much every day you each think

“what would I do without him/her?”

Random talks

he tells you about this one book he read

and now you want to read it

so you do

and you can’t take your eyes off it

you find a new love for reading

so sometimes when you both need me time

you remain in the same room, just reading a book each

Every day you feel enlightened

almost sad at the thought of going back to normal life

because you won’t have as much time for yourself

Jin

Everyone is suddenly having the time to cook from scratch

imagine Jin’s frustration since he did this all along

so when certain things he usually gets aren’t in stock

“Oh for crying out loud!”

you sometimes have to calm him down when shopping

and since only 1 adult in at a time it’s like a really awkward phone call

you’re just stood outside alone like

“For Christ’s sake Jin! Calm down!”

but he makes every meal taste great anyway

“Sorry it doesn’t have the usual...”

“Jin, please!” you reply

because it’s still really yummy because

“you’re still the best cook in the world, okay?”

“Okay fine...” he sighs “Thank you”

can I just add here food is the only time you both get hysterical at each other

He still low key hoard particular ingredients when he FINALLY can get them

and you have to explain how irrational he’s being

“We don’t need SIX tubes of tomato puree!”

“Jin... How are we going to use up all THIS fruit and veg before it goes off?”

But he’s not selfish, no

if he’s in a shop and sees someone elderly, he helps them out

“Would you like me to reach that for you?”

“Do you need any toilet paper? There’s 2 packs left - here”

“Here’s my number; let me know if you need me to run any errands for you”

ahh you’re lucky to be living with such a gentleman

Daily walks in the park to feed the ducks

“This is the best kind of exercise” he tells you “...relaxed and where you can connect with nature”

some of the ducks at the beginning of the lockdown are a bit nutty

Jin may or may not be low key scared of that one goose

“I swear it’s giving me the evils”

it may or may not have chased him the second day in

“Wahhhhhh!!!”

*Jin running away in the distance*

You cooked for him that evening

“Honey, I don’t know how to put this...”

“Aw sweetie it’s okay about what happened in the park; I mean you were the one holding the bread and...”

“oh no no” he replies. “this meal is awful”

r00d

but it’s okay

you knew the minute you offered to make dinner it wasn’t going to turn out well

so you both agree the kitchen will be his space to work his magic in during lockdown

and he somehow gets better than he already is at cooking

just woowwww

foodgasm

but neither of you get podgy

Lazy exercises together

chair exercises watching the tv

small periods of jogging in the woods

“oh wow, what’s that?”

you come across some random squirrel

and all of a sudden trips to the park for that daily walk

it turns into a nature watch

bird watching

luckily he forgets about the angry goose

Sometimes talking about what you miss

and then promising to do all of those things when everything is back to normal

so many plans

and it helps you both stay optimistic

because you just created a bunch of stuff to look forward to

Suga

Late night movie marathons

and accidentally getting into a routine of late mornings late nights

Cooking together

because neither of you want to do it

but someone has to

can’t live on instant food for all this time

Night time walks

less people, less danger

please don’t yell at me if we’re not supposed to do this in real life I haven’t actually been out that late during lockdown hahaha

it’s only around a few blocks

but deep talks, you know

There may not be much room in the back garden

but you have a ball and a hoop

basketball together

he teaches you to shoot better

“yes! I did it!”

*he hugs you from behind*

sorry that was gay

He’s actually quite chill about the whole lockdown situation

almost like he forgets the circumstances sometimes

“I think I might nip down to _____’s house today...”

“Uh, Yoongi, remember?”

“Oh yeah”

Detective series marathons too

the two of you trying to figure out whodunnit

sometimes even low key bets or light arguments if you disagree

a mildly sore loser when you’re correct

smug af when he is correct

Evenings lounging in the back yard with the drink of your choice

some quiet music on

random hypothetical conversations and questions about life

“what if...”

“what happened to...”

“don’t you think that cloud looks like a goldfish?”

Board games that keep the brain stimulated

why is he so good at scrabble

you can’t recall a game you’ve won

but no monopoly

not after the last time

“I want a divorce!”

“We’re not married”

“Yet”

tbf you might as well be an old married couple

because there’s those films you just watch over and over

close to unlocking the power of mind reading

“want a cup of tea?”

“omg I was about to ask that”

Some days you get on each other’s nerves a little though

so you each occupy yourselves with little chores

and even though you weren’t in the mood to do anything together

you’ve just made the house look great in a day as a team

and you’ve got everything you need just in time for dinner

“I’m proud of us”

“I’m proud of us too”

J-Hope

Picnics in the back garden

much better than one in the park though

there’s no packing involved

there’s cushions

sometimes low key fine dining

your favourite is the one evening picnic the other day

you had been shopping alone for the essentials

and he wanted to surprise you

he had set up a makeshift table out of a few old crates

did the cooking

the pasta dish was lovely

there was even dessert

okay the dessert was M&S

fairy lights

seriously you swear you weren’t out for that long how did he manage all of this so fast?

wine

staring at the stars

and there were blankets too

dozing off until early hours of the morning

finally coming indoors at like 2am

sleeping in til noon oops haha

then binge watching some random show together

and now it’s your new favourite

For some reason you have a big stock of popcorn

watching any old crap on the TV as an excuse to eat it

like there’s 3 films on this afternoon that sound shite

but you’re going to watch them all anyway

and the third one is actually really good

more popcorn more films

“we should probably go out at some point...”

whoops it’s been like 4 days now

and now it’s raining damn

fuck it, you go out anyway

dancing in the rain in an empty park

followed by shivering on the walk home

he gets in the shower first

but then runs a lovely hot bath for you

candles, bubble bath, the works

just so you can have some relaxing time to yourself

so thoughtful

lockdown doesn’t mean needing to compromise on showing you love each other

Jimin

You’re not quite sure how you got pulled into this

but Jimin decided to make use of his YouTube following

Virtual dance classes

and fun little exercise sessions for all the family

He does the dance classes solo

but he loves to flaunt you to the world even in lockdown

“Today joining me for this session... my lovely significant other, y/n!”

at first you felt uncertain and a little conscious

but thanks to Jimin your confidence grew

He helps you stay positive during a tough time

and you even feel like your self improvement has been going amazingly well

he even inspires you to make your own channel

to show the world what you love; [insert hobby/interest here]

people love the both of you

they go to Jimin’s channel to keep fit and happy

and your channel just fills them with joy

But not everything revolves around the virtual world

Care packages for all of your friends

food and other essentials get mailed to the ones that lost their jobs

and for the ones still working, a bundle of stuff for their mental well being

and a little drawing with rainbow colours in each

and a positive message

Woolly jumpers, cushions and hot chocolate

sweater paws

Sometimes in the evening you doze off

like you fall asleep just as you are

and you wake up to the smell of food and a blanket over you

Sometimes you miss your friends

and Jimin hates to see you down

so he organises a big surprise

his hands over your eyes as he walks you into the living room

“surprise!” you hear over the laptop

and then Jimin hands you some gifts

he asked them all a few days ago to send you something meaningful

and your heart just melts

and you may or may not cry a little in front of your friends on the video call

you just have to do something in return so

You make the living room all nice whilst he’s making a video in the garden

wow you’re actually quite proud

the lighting is just right

the improv decor is actually somewhat aesthetic

“Honey, why’s it so dull in here..... Woah, what’s this?”

“Dinner’s ready” you smile

and you have a gift for him too

you can’t wipe the smile off his face when he sees it

a scrapbook of memories between you and him

which you look through after eating

“We’re going to make more memories like this once this blows over”

Lots of online socialising

Calls with his friends

which you always end up being a part of in the background with your commentaries

Cute online double dates with Jimin and/or your best friend

Will try everything and anything to kill the boredom

“look what I found in the bargain bin at the supermarket!”

“Tae, I’m not really sure I’m in the mood to take up crocheting...”

but actually it turns out to be more fun that you thought

he has his little ways of making everything fun

one day you guys just find some random paints in a cupboard

and WOW

he’s so good at it

such beautiful landscapes

Makes sure that you both maintain some sort of routine

“best make sure we have an early night lovely”

“why? it’s not like there’s much to do tomorrow”

but no matter how sceptical you may be at times

he’s determined to be your sunshine

he helps you stay sane

makes everything sound productive

“because tomorrow we are going to make a playlist for when we walk, feed the ducks, go shopping, learn how to make a new dish...”

makes you a cup of tea just because

or breakfast in bed

the perfect companion

caring about even the people he can’t physically be with

“we haven’t heard from _____ in a while; we should drop a phone call or something”

but it isn’t just a phone call

it’s also a letter in the mail a few days later

plus a painting for the close friends

Dressing up really formal for a home date

3 course meal, courtesy of the microwave

then a slow dance in the living room

always the romantic

“tonight was amazing... will I see you again?”

“you are terrible Tae, you really are!”

such a joker

he keeps you smiling through it all

Jungkook

Tries to get you to go on daily jogs with him

“Can’t I just walk?”

“Come on, y/n; get those endorphins running through you!”

you try like once

*wheezing*

nope

Nintendo switch

Not that I have one welp

I can just imagine it okay

Lots of active games

thrashes you at Wii Sports Tennis

but you whoop his ass at Bowling

he does most of the shopping

so that he can go for a jog first

and also so he’s not out too often in any one day, two birds one stone and all that

Doesn’t quite always get the shopping list right….

“Jungkook?”

“Yes?”

“I wrote 1-2 bananas… You’ve brought back 12”

blames your handwriting

Small bits of banter like this keep you both sane

and he eats all those bananas in like 2 days

“What? There was no cereal in the shop”

someone teach this boy to cook please

*brings back like a crate load of instant noodles*

at least it means you’ve come up with something to pass the time

teaching Jungkook some basic meals

maybe beginning with breakfast first thing in the morning wasn’t the best idea

“Jungkook! I said keep an eye on it!”

“I did”

and he literally just watched the bacon burn instead of regularly flipping it over

bless

Singing to you whilst snuggling on the couch

bliss

meme-y dances before bed time

like you’ll be sat in bed maybe watching tv / reading

and something moves in the corner of your eye

oh my word Jungkook

*insert all the meme-y dances you have even seen him do*

the biggest dork

can’t stop laughing at his own silliness afterwards

jumps into the bed and puts his head on your shoulder

falls asleep like this quite fast

well you aren’t surprised since he’s always so energetic

Small campfires in the back garden

the best marshmallows you’ve ever had

and it’s so much fun

campfire stories

usually people have a guitar around the fire

not Jungkook though, no

*serenades you with a ukulele purposely singing out of tune*

has you in stitches

people in the neighbouring houses hear the laughter and some think it’s insensitive to be laughing so much

but seriously, if you can’t laugh, what can you do?

So I thought I’d make a post around the strange times many of us are living in. Whilst I get that some readers may not be in a situation like mine (UK) so a quick bit of context for you even though I made the location / country ambiguous in my writing. The circumstances explained in the imagines though are of course based on my experiences in England.

Right now, we are limited in what we do; only essential shops are open, (supermarkets, pharmacies, etc,) the country is being advised to go out as little as possible, (only for food shopping, medical reasons and exercise,) social gatherings aren’t allowed, our death rate has been increasing due to the virus (even our prime minister has it,) and our NHS is overwhelmed - currently more than 10,000 being treated as I’m listening to the news and writing this note.

I hope everyone is staying safe and doing the right thing by staying indoors and maintaining social distancing.

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some-cookie-crumbz · 4 years

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Kaccako roomate au! Strangers to lovers "fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit"

This was an absolute blast to write! Hopefully this is just as much of a blast to read for you~! Also, I included mentions of KiriMina in this because I could and they cute. x3

As far as roommates went, Uraraka Ochako hadn't really had the best of luck. There were always some kind of problem that couldn't be overlooked - such as being late on their portion of the rent, or refusing to clear their dishes from the sink, or walking through the flat completely naked - but then she found Ashido Mina. Mina had been, by far, the best roommate she ever had. The girl was a little flighty and easily excitable, but she always cleaned up after herself when she was using the kitchen or living room, and always gave Ochako her half of the rent. In the year that they lived together, she and Mina had actually come to be friends and often spent time together in the living room, watching movies and swapping notes and trying to help each other with their studies.

But then Mina, towards the end of their lease, announced she’d be moving in with her highschool boyfriend, Kirishima Eijiro.

A part of Uraraka had been terrified at having to start the hunt for a new roommate again. She had lamented before to Mina about the issues she had encountered in her time. And so, to try to help out, Kirishima made a suggestion that would hopefully ease Uraraka’s anxieties. “The bro I’ve been living with is gonna need a new place to stay! He’s kinda brash but he’s mindful of boundaries and good about paying on time!”

She was a little bit skeptical when she met the blonde haired man known as Bakugo Katsuki. He was quick to fling insults and snide remarks at Kirishima while the four of them sat in a restaurant to discuss everything. He swore a lot, too, and he refused to call her by her name. Instead, he kept calling her “Cheeks”. He was hypercritical of the food they received to an extent that seemed to border into being completely asinine. He did, however, offer her a check for the first months rent at the end of the meal, to assure she was paid in time while he and Mina swapped places.

So, despite her skepticism, an agreement was reached.

They fell into a routine of being strangers in the night once he was settled in. With Ochako’s work as a rookie EMT, her schedule was constantly changing. Sometimes she’d be home at a reasonable hour while other nights she wouldn’t come waltzing in until almost 2am. So long as she was quiet when preparing her food and migrating back to her room, though, Bakugo never complained. They respected each other’s belongings and tended to their own respective clean-up duties. She had noticed, however, that Bakugo seemed to have a ludicrous amount of cooking utensils. She swore one of those devices he kept in there was a grinding bowl from preparing wheat for baking, with the little grinding tool and everything! She was a little curious as to why he seemed to have such a wide array of utensils, but between her hours and the online classes she was taking, she didn’t really have time to go pestering him about this or that.

Until one night when she came home, a quarter past eight, to find the blonde stomping around the kitchen and swearing, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck this shit!”

She stared as she carefully hung her keys up on the little rack by the door. "Um, Bakugo-Kun?" she trailed cautiously.

He whipped around to face her, eyes glinting like garnets as a huge grin split his face. "Perfect fucking timing, Cheeks," he said, voice teetering on the edge of delight.

It was… a little unnerving.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, carefully shouldering her purse off and hanging it on the back of one of the kitchen chairs. It was mostly just a decoration piece since Mina moved out, since she and Bakugo didn't really hang out like that.

"I need you to try this for me," he said as he disappeared back into the kitchen and reappearing with a spoon covered in a pale purple-pink substance a second later. She stared from the spoon to him, head slowly tilting, and he scowled at whatever expression she offered. "It's just some fucking ice cream. I know you eat ice cream."

“Why can’t you eat it yourself?” she asked skeptically.

“Because I’m fucking lactose intolerant and I’m out of the pills I usually take for that shit!” he barked angrily. She winced at his tone and, seeming to pick up that she was put-off, he took a deep breath to rein himself in some. “Look… I just really need you to try this and tell me what you think, okay? It’s really fucking important.”

Sensing the authenticity of his words, though baffled how her sampling ice cream was important to him, Ochako took the spoon from him and plopped it in her mouth. She hummed thoughtfully as a chilly, tartness filled her mouth. Then she felt something harder and rectangular touch her tongue. A quick crunch and swipe delighted her with the taste of white chocolate. Her eyes lit up and she stared at the widening, smug smirk on his lips. “Is this…?”

“Black raspberry ice cream with white chocolate chunks. I take it that it’s good?” he prompted evenly.

She nodded eagerly. “Oh, my gosh, yes! Where did you get this from?”

“Tch. You think I’d buy something I could just as easily fucking make?” he snorted as he headed back into the kitchen. She followed after him to find him popping open the top to one of the many strange cooking devices he’d brought with him when he moved in. He grabbed a small bowl - one of hers, she noticed - from the cabinet and plopped a nice scoop of the mixture into it. He then offered it to her. “So the flavors pair well together?”

“Thank you!” she squeaked happily, eager to take the bowl and grab herself a spoon. He moved back over to the cabinet where the ice cream machine was rested to start scribbling away in a notebook resting beside it. She took another spoonful of the ice cream into her mouth and stood up on her tip-toes trying to get a look at what he was writing. “What are you doing?”

He glared up at her and opened his mouth to say something, but then seemed to think better of it as he closed his mouth and returned to his notes. “Making recipe notes. The consistency of it is good, right? Not too firm but not completely runny, yeah?”

She hummed and nodded as she took another bite. “It’s literally perfect,” she sighed happily. He snorted a bit before she looked at him again. “So do you just really enjoy cooking or..?”

“I’m a culinary major,” he scoffed. He finished jotting down the notes he needed before pulling out some Tupperware and starting to put the remaining ice cream away. “And there’s a big display coming up in a few weeks. This fucking hot shot chef is gonna be attending as a guest judge, so I need to make sure that my menu blows him out of the fucking water. So I’m trying to find combinations that are weird as Hell but taste amazing as fuck.”

She nodded thoughtfully. “You know, now that i think about it, normally I see black raspberry ice cream paired with dark chocolate instead of white chocolate. Which is weird because this was a really great mash up. Like, the flavor from the berry was kinda boosted but somehow subdued simultaneously by the white chocolate? Not sure if that makes any sense,” she pointed out.

Bakugo blinked at her, his expression almost impressed. “Tart flavors are normally better complimented with a sweeter flavor, but most of the people that want tart ice cream want more tartness with it,” he commented. Once he did a final check of the ice cream machine to make sure he’d got it all, he closed up the tupperware and put it in the freezer. “You’ve got a pretty impressive palate, for someone who knows ass all about professional cooking.”

“Thanks, I guess?” she laughed while stepping away from the sink as he moved towards it.

He dragged the ice cream machine over and started working on cleaning it out. “It’s a compliment so just take it,” he groused, squeezing a few drops of soup into the basin of the machine and starting to scrub. His eyes were focused on what he was doing but he continued to talk over the water. “Look, I’m just gonna be real with you. Those pills I take are expensive. Like, graveyard robbery levels of shitty. So, if you’ll be my taste test so that I can save them, I’d be grateful.”

“All I’d have to do is try presumably tasty food and tell you what I think?” she asked as she licked the last bit of ice cream from the spoon.

He held a hand out expectantly to take the bowl and spoon from her and cast her a glare. “Watch your damn mouth there. Everything I cook is fucking amazing!”

She flashed him a challenging grin as she passed him the bowl. “I think I’ll be the judge of that,”

“... Oh, it’s fucking on, Cheeks!”

#crumbles grumbles #KacChako #my fics #If they weren't Heroes then Bakugo would be studying to be a professional chef #I also like the idea that Bakugo is lactose intolerant #This is the hill I choose to die on #The lactose intolerant culinary major Bakugo Katsuki hill

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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It tastes like you // Patrick Verona x Lilith // soft comfort.

I guess the reader and Pat don’t get much sleep bc they work so much so they just kinda give up tossing and turning in bed and make hot chocolate together 😂 at like 2am. ~ @jokershyena

I suppose this is a good time to announce I now write for Patrick Verona too?????? Pffft surprise. I’mma sort it all out later lmao but for right now -

Also lmao it’s 2 am and I cried writing this because he’s too beautiful and his character is gorgeous on the inside too and i’m a weak bitch i guess lmao

Word count: 1, 407 (under a thousand words you said... PFFFT have you met me????)

You had asked Patrick to spend the night with you under the pretence of working on a “group project” together. It was your excuse, anyway. Both of you knew the real reason:

You just didn’t want to leave Patrick’s side this night, and truth be told did he not want to leave yours, either. The two of you understood each other. You saw the other for who and how they really were, for what they really were, and in this mutual trust and understanding had the two of you formed an intense, close relationship.

Neither of you had asked the other out, not really. You had just... kissed each other early one morning by way of greeting just before you went in for a test which neither of you had studied for. It had been completely unexpected and out of the blue, but it had felt right.

And here you were, many kisses and a handful of months later, at two o’clock in the morning. You were lying side by side in the dark, your bodies protected from the natural chill of the night with the duvet which surrounded your forms. Patrick’s fingers had crept underneath your shirt, so important to the two of you was skin on skin contact, and he lazily dragged them up and down in fluid motions, his nails lightly scratching. Patrick was on his back but you lay on your side facing him, a leg hooked over his hip to keep the two of you anchored together.

“Starlight?”

You could hear his smile even through his hum to acknowledge that you had spoken.

“Do you want some hot chocolate?”

“Lil, it’s - “ Patrick craned his neck to get the glaring red numbers on your alarm clock. “Two in the morning. Bit early for sugar, isn’t it?”

“Pfft, no. You kissed me, like, two seconds ago.”

“... Yeah, fair point. Come on then, needy. Let’s get you some more sugar, hm?”

You whined as Patrick’s fingers slid out of your shirt, and he chuckled as he stood up with a cute little bounce, extending a hand out to you so that he could help you up. His fingers slid into the spaces between your own as he led you through the apartment into the kitchen, not letting your hand go as with his other hand did he effortlessly reach up into cupboards to pull out everything you needed for hot chocolate.

“How... do you know where everything is?” You were drowsy with sleepiness, intoxicated by Patrick’s scent, the ghost of his touches along your side and the weight of him so solidly pressed against you. So little did you sleep, especially with your anatomy assignment which was due tomorrow, and Patrick, never one to leave his loved ones behind, stayed up with you even when he was exhausted.

Patrick eyed you with slight concern as he raised your joined hands to his lips, peppering kisses all over the back of yours. “I know a lot more than you think I do, love.” With a smirk so wicked that it sent a chill down your spine did Patrick duck his head to kiss you, his full lips warm and soft against your own. He hummed appreciatively as you took a small step forward so that the front planes of your body were aligned, an arm snaking around your waist to pull you up flush against him.

“Hey, Patrick?”

“Hm? What?” He spoke against your lips, his hands gently cupping your face, his fingers splayed behind your ears and into your hair.

“Who’s my pretty baby boy, hm?”

A delighted gasp as did his eyes light up like a Christmas tree. “Me! I’m your pretty boy. The prettiest. Right?” His smile died and a hint of insecurity crept into his voice as he gazed at you with those fathomless chocolate depths.

“The prettiest.” You kissed the tip of his nose and then reluctantly pulled yourself away from him so that you could make the hot chocolate. Patrick, bless him, decided to ‘help’ you by wrapping his arms around your waist and peppering your neck with kisses as he stood behind you.

When at last was the hot chocolate done did you fix two mugs of the same; for Patrick wanted it exactly the same way as you had yours. You had to take a drink from both mugs just to satisfy him, always did he claim that yours tasted better even though the drinks were exactly the same. So, to save your own drink, you made sure that Patrick saw you take a swig from both.

“Here, baby,” Your fingers brushed against his as you passed him the mug, the whipped cream on the top in the shape of a heart, and Patrick winked at you with another flash of that sinful smirk as he raised it to his lips and drank some, a pornagraphic moan leaving his throat as he did so.

“Oh,” Patrick’s eyes slid shut as his hot pink tongue darted out to lick the corner of his mouth where some cream was clinging to him (not that you could blame it, really), “This tastes almost as sweet as you. I ever tell you that?”

Were you blushing or was it the heat from the mug which you were cradling with both hands near your face? “Mm, once or twice. Tell me again?”

A dark chuckle as Patrick put his mug down and took yours from you, as well, ignoring your whine as he cupped your face in his hot hands, warmed were they by the drink, “You are the sweetest,” A kiss to your left cheek, “Most wonderful,” a kiss to your right cheek, “sexiest”, a kiss to your forehead, “hyena” a lingering kiss to your lips, “that I have ever met. I love you, Lil.”

Oh, your heart. “I love you too, baby boy. So much. You’re so precious and I love you.”

All the stars were in Patrick’s eyes as he gazed at you with sheer adoration.

“Tell you what,” Patrick trailed his hands down your face, down your neck, down, down your arms, his skin ghosting across the surface of your own and making you shiver deliciously as once more did he take your hands in his larger ones, “Why don’t we take these to bed, put the books away and just... enjoy tonight? What d’ya say?”

You hesitated. You dearly wanted to but your parents, well... they knew so very little about just how hard you had to work and as a result were they a little harsher than they should be on you and your grades, just numbers were they but so weighted by expectation.

“I want, but - “

Patrick shook his head just once, his brows furrowing in slight impatience. “But what? Your parents? No, Lilith,” he sighed and cast his eyes upwards for just a minute before he put his hands on your shoulders, your palms suddenly feeling cold and empty with the ghost of his solid touch. “You can’t live your life by other people’s standards. You can take one night off. Don’t think I don’t see how far you push yourself for others. It’s great, and you should work hard, but not at your own expense. Now c’mon, let’s take these to bed. It’s cold.” Patrick frowned but you knew it was just a deflection; occasionally and without thought did he fall back on his hard ass reputation.

It was needless but you understood it more than most. How often had you done the same thing just to survive?

You picked up both mugs, the whipped cream melting now into the hot chocolate, flavoured with french vanilla creamer, and faithfully followed Patrick back through the apartment and into the bedroom, the bedsheets rumpled and already cooled.

Leaned up against the headboard as you were did the two of you talk quietly, enjoying this serene moment carved out of a hectic lifestyle and cruel reality together, the mugs quickly growing cold and kept warm only by your hands, so entranced by each other were the two of you that neither of you noticed the sun beginning to kiss the horizon as easily did time slip through your fingers like sand in an hourglass.

Time spent in love and in fun is never wasted, and with Patrick Verona (and he with you) did you each get to experience both things in abundance.

#patrick verona #patrick verona imagine #patrick verona x reader #10 things i hate about you #10 things i hate about you imagine #10 things i hate about you x reader #heath ledger #heath ledger x reader #heath ledger imagine

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