pairing: Loki x gn!reader - established relationship
type: ficlet (1.6 K)
idea: gifted by an ask, which inspired me immediately (prompts are closed)
warnings: reader is feeling down, romantickly fluff
Enjoy lovelies & happy Halloween
It is one of these more quiet halloween evenings. Still, you were pacing home, a large pumpkin under one arm and a bag of groceries under the other.
When you entered your apartment, you could feel the warm, gentle breeze of the heating. Loki’s voice, humming to a song from the kitchen-radio, welcomed you. A heavy sigh left your lungs, you felt the wooden door in your back, as well as relieved to be home.
„Darling? Is everything alright?“, Loki looked around the corner, a kitchen towel hanging over his shoulder. You looked up from your spot on the floor, nodded and shook your head right afterwards. In the mere seconds of your arrival, your legs have given in, seeking a comforting pose. Bend in-front of your chest, chin resting on the knees, some little snack packages tumbled out of the bag next to you. The rather huge pumpkin, a little odd in shape, was haunting you since you bought it, last minute.
Loki walked closer, a concerned look on his face: „What is it? Did something happen at the store?“, you shook your head.
„At work?“, another silent ‚no‘ from you, followed by: „My sibling“
„Are they hurt?“
„No, they are done already“
„Done… with what?“
„Family tradition“, you sighed.
His eyebrows went up: „Which one? Your family has so many“
A little grumpy rumbling left your lips: „Don’t tease!“
„Oh, dear… I cannot help it. It is so easy to tease you. And pleasant.“
„Pffft…“
„Tell me. What tradition have they fulfilled already?“ The tip of your index finger pointed sharply at the orange vegetable, sitting side by side with you on the floor.
„I do not understand, I’m afraid“
You sighed, moving the back of your head against the door, with closed eyes. „We carve those. It’s a human thing for halloween“
„Ah…?“
„We always did that together. But since they moved for their new job across the country? We had to agree to do it on our own, sharing a photo or a video call later… with the spooky fellas.“
„So, it is still early enough to start, isn't it?“
You didn’t answer. „Love?“
„I don’t feel well. I don’t feel creative at all and look“, you hand him your phone with the fancy pumpkin and your sibling, smiling widely. „They are so talented. And I miss them…“
Loki hummed, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze and left, to put away the groceries. He returned to carry the heavy veggie to the kitchen counter, you could hear his low, velvety voice from the other room. Still, you couldn’t open your eyes or get off the tiles. It was one of those days, when you survived the every-day outside but returned home, drained from it. Sometimes, the overwhelming feeling of the world-weariness, the constant understaffed work and the heart-ache from missing your sibling dearly, got you here. On the floor of your apartment. Sighing and without strength left in your limbs.
„Love?“ „Hmm?“, you hummed, eyes still closed.
„There is someone who likes to talk to you“. You opened your eyes, brows sceptic above them. Your sibling was smiling and waving from Loki’s phone-screen at you. Your gaze wandered between them and your favorite Asgardian, astonished.
A couple of minutes later, you sat down on one of your bar stools, a steaming cup of tea next to the pumpkin in-front of you: „How? What?“
„I was instructed to remove the inner mush of this“, Loki gestured toward the pumpkin.
„You did that with your bare hands?!“, You asked in disbelief.
„Of course not. What ever do I have my seidr for?!“
A giggle escaped your lips: „Of course. Your magic is handy, indeed.“
Loki kissed your cheek, whispering: „You carve, I cook“
While Loki, during his time on Midgard, found his liking not only in the human sitting opposite of him now, but in cooking as well. A pumpkin soup was soon simmering on the stove, while you? „You haven’t even started?“
Your eyes, wide and a little sad still, looked over the enormous vegetable: „No…“
“Love?”
„Loki, no“
„It’s just a pumpkin. Just… use your little carving knife and… do it“
„Don’t mock me. And dohon’t make me laugh either. Pumpkin carving is a serious human business.“
„Oh, I am already well aware of that. Having your sibling telling me every important thing about it. And I didn’t mock you.“ He caught a sceptic look again.
„I didn’t… oh, I know the perfect motivation for you to start immediately.“
„What might that be?“
„If you don’t start the carving right away“, the raven-haired man walked around the isle.
„Yes?“
„I’ll do the thing“, he whispered against your ear.
„The thing?! The… oh, no. No, no, no. You wouldn’t“
„Certainly, I would“
„Dohon’t you dahare, Loki!! I have a weapon“
„And I could let the little dagger disappear with my seidr. Your choice, start or…“
„Wait, wait, wait…“, you already giggled, feeling his elegant fingers over yours, grabbing the knife carefully, while you were pressed against his body. Loki, standing behind you, his other arm laid around your waist, chuckled: „Oh, my sweet midgardian angel, are you ready to start this tradition of yours?“
„Noho, Lohoki… pleahease… Nahaha-Ha!“, you squeaked, feeling his knowing fingertips prodding gentle yet teasingly at your waist.
„Let us lift your spirits a little, love“
Your giggles fell from your lips, softly. „I have the feeling this“, his fingers ran spider-like up your waist and over your ribs: „this might do the trick“
„Ehehehey!“
With the left hand, you got hold of his wrist, more seeking support instead of a proper try to stop him. You could feel the vibration of his own amusement, your back was pressed against his torso. The back of your head fell against his chest, looking up at your partner, while his smile was caressing your laughing features. His fingertips were seeking the well known nerve-spots under your skin, which made you giggle. His smile was soft yet mischievous, while admiring you.
„You are adorable“, he chuckled. You felt his wandering fingertips, heading to your upper ribs and further. Since the two of you got a couple, your extraterrestrial boyfriend always found a way to lighten your mood. His wit was one option. Reading to you another. Teasing you like this was a shared favorite, knowing there would be a clear stop, if one party asked of it. Nothing of this was necessary right now. You were in need of the free-spirited laughter, the gentle hug, the soft teasing of your most vulnerable spots to simply be.
His right index finger poked underneath your arm, suddenly. While his left arm was still trapping you softly, his fingertips of that hand were spidering over your upper ribs. Your carving tool? Gone. Somewhere else entirely. Your mind couldn’t follow that thought, it followed his movements at every second.
His breath caressed your neck, feather-light, before you knew, you were doomed: „Nohahaa…“, you squeaked. His lips attacked the side of your neck with raspberries, teasing your sensitive skin, alongside his fingertips haunting your weak spots at the very same time.
„Ehenough, plehease…“, you shrieked and Loki stopped. You could feel his grin still against your neck, his lips were kissing your skin gentile. A couple of giggles erupted from you, in the moment of recovery: „Youhu are suhuch a menace.“
„Oh, I know. God of mischief. It is my duty to be a menace.“, he whispered, chuckling.
„How lucky for me, you’re my mehenace.“
„Indeed, lucky you.“
„Now, will you start this already?“, Loki pointed at the pumpkin, while you were eating the soup he made, side by side: „No“ „No?“, his eyebrows curled in disbelief: „Do you need another round of motivation, after dinner?“, he squeezed your hip a couple of times.
„Stohop tickling me.“, you laughed in shock and tried to fight off his teasing hand: „Ahand let me tell you, why I won’t start to carve.“
„Tell me, little human.“
„I won’t carve this pumpkin tonight.“, you swiftly moved out of his reach, not wanting to be poked again: „Wahait, let me explain!“
„I am all ears, love“, he whispered, poking you, when your upper body was within reach for him again. The door bell rang, making you jump from the stool excited. „Saved by the trick or treaters“, you cheered. You put some of the tiny snack bags into their baskets, complimenting their creative make-up, creepy costumes or both. Door closed. Another one rang.
When you finally returned, you giggled: „We will do it togehether.“
„I beg you pardon?“
„The carving.“
„Not a chance.“
„Pleaaaaaase?“
„Absolutely not.“
„PLEAAAAAASE“
„Now youhou are a menace.“
„Good thing you are unable to withstand my wishes“, you winked and your knowing smile morphed into a remarkable pout. He rolled his eyes, grinning: „Alright, alright. I yield.“ You giggled and hugged him, kissing his cheek: „this will be our new tradition“
„Having me do all the work, huh?“, he chuckled, caressing over your head.
„Oh, wait… no, not all the work! I bought it and brought it home. You scooped it and made the most delish soup“, you winked: „and set up the carving station“
„And now what?“
„Now, I’ll do the dishes and afterwards we carve it together.“
The two of you couldn’t decide, what should be carved into the autumnal veggie, at first. After a rather wild list of options, ranging from his silhouette with helmet and all (his idea) over to Thor’s hammer (your idea), the two of you decided on the classic pumpkin face.
„You have pumpkin mush in your hair, oh dear god of mischief.“, you giggled and removed it.
„I fear, that is part of this tradition, is it not?“, he grabbed a little piece of it from your cheek as well. You looked up at him, his gaze meeting yours, softly: „Thank you.“
„For removing this piece of pumpkin?“
„Yes, and more. Thank you for doing this, for taking care of me tonight - being the sweet, gentle menace, I love.“ „Always“
Received an ask/thought that suggested the scenario of Alastor and Lucifer ending up handcuffed to each other like how Death Note's Light and L were during the amnesia Yotsuba arc as a Charlie-induced trust exercise~.
Link to the ask
Vaggie's supposed to be holding volume 7 of the manga, which shows how much good that endeavor did for the chained participants, lol.
This doll is available for adoption, happy to ship anywhere for postage + handling.
The base doll is Midge from the Palm Beach series. She's a bit worn and damaged from being loved as a child's toy, but she's been given a new life as a demon hunter - armed with a rifle, revolver, knife and machete, she's ready to take on any job no matter the difficulty. (also not great quality, it's just polymer clay, meant for decorative purposes)
Please send me a DM if you would be interested in taking her! I already have an abundance of dolls, and I'd love to give someone a little piece of joy <3
Ok, inspired by today's asks from @twobrothersoneheart but:
Soulmate AU where Dean's change in hell is linked to Sam's change on earth as he starts drinking demon blood, and that something else Sam smells/tastes/senses about Dean is the same as Sam's. So as Dean gives himself over to Sam more and more they corrupt each other. Until Sam does have Boyking machinations and Dean is ready to take down all Lilith's followers that are in his way.
summary: John's up to something in the kitchen, although it might not be as devious as it seems.
notes: quite literal tooth rotting fluff, domestic af
a/n: A quick digression from our jaunt in Wildflowers to celebrate sleepy bo beepy Jonesy having a cup of coffee in the morning. Inspired directly from this phenomenal ask (thank you lovely anon).
“I didn’t know you had such a sweet tooth.”
“What are you doing?” you ask disbelievingly as you stare at John who is putting a fifth sugar cube in his coffee.
He looks up from the cup at you like a deer in the headlights, which for this early in the morning is the widest his eyes have ever been. “What? What am I doing?”
You smile. You had wondered why he had been so eager to make the coffee this morning. Highly unusual. Suspicious, even. So much so that you followed him downstairs only a few minutes later to see what he was up to and watched him from the gap in the door jamb as he slunk around the kitchen in your red robe with golden flowers embroidered down the lapel; he had grabbed it dramatically off the bed post when he left you in bed, proclaiming that after all the times you had made the coffee, it was definitely his turn. From there you saw the sugar cubes as they plunked into his mug. One…two…three? Four?!
“Five sugar cubes? You want all your teeth to fall out?”
“Five? It wasn’t five,” he protests adamantly, pushing the blue toile sugar bowl away from him along the counter.
You walk into the kitchen and find your mug beside his, already made up with a splash of cream. Your eyes dart to his cup that looks much lighter than yours. John catches you looking and slips his hand over the lips of his mug. “Have I been making your coffee wrong all this time, John?” you ask, bumping your hip playfully against his.
John is thrown off balance more than he should be and catches himself on the counter. “No, you’ve done just fine.”
This whole time, you’ve known John to take his coffee black.
“I just…” he starts, blush scattering across his face. “I just wanted something sweet this morning, that’s all.”
“You can have something sweet,” you smile. You reach out and touch his wrist gently. “I didn’t know you had such a sweet tooth.”
John shrugs and takes the mug in his hands. “From time to time.”
The two of you both drink your coffee in silence a moment and look out the kitchen window. Autumn colors swirl in the early morning light. A breeze so crisp you think you can see it passes through the branches of the old oak whose shelter and shade you have sought out many times. As you stand there, John sinks back toward you, his shoulder and hip finding gentle and tender purchase against yours.
You look down into your cup of coffee again. “You know…” you begin in a low murmur, “when I was a kid, I would…sneak into the pantry and –“ you reach past him to the sugar bowl and pull it back toward you. “I would climb up the shelves to reach the box of sugar cubes and I would steal one.” You lift off the ceramic lid and put it aside before reaching in and taking one cube of sugar. “Or two, if I was feeling brave.”
“You daredevil,” John interjected with a smirk.
“And I would just…” you say and then put the sugar cube on your tongue. It starts to disintegrate in that cold and wonderful way, the granules spreading across your tongue, so desperately sweet and wonderful.
John watches your mouth closely. It must be the way your lips pucker or your cheeks sink as you suck on the small cube of sugar that pulls him closer to you. He leans toward you and presses his lips to yours in a long kiss. Somehow, everything tastes even sweeter, the quality of his coffee mingling with the sugar cube almost dissolved in your mouth.
The kiss breaks, but you can’t bear to pull away from him. You push your face into the crook of his neck and let out a sigh. “I still do it sometimes,” you say, voice muffled into his neck.
You feel John’s fingers start to graze your waist. Up and down, a hypnotic sort of pattern.
“You’ll get cavities that way,” he whispers.
“So will you. From your coffee.”
“All your teeth will fall out.”
“So will yours.”
John pulls away with a laugh and takes a long sip of his coffee concoction. His eyes crinkle above the mug as he looks at you. When he pulls the mug away, he tucks his lips over his teeth. “How do I look?” he attempts to ask, although it comes out completely garbled without the enunciation of his lips.
You mirror him with your lips and waggle your eyebrows as you attempt to say, “’Very handsome.”
John tosses his hair over his shoulder, a tease of vanity. “Fhank you.”
“Yoh welcome.”
The two of you burst out laughing, teeth revealed again in your hysterical grins.
Tomorrow, he’ll happily accept the mug of black coffee you’ll put on the bedside table to encourage him out of bed. But today, you’ll both have a little bit more sugar than usual.
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Based on this Ask a while back I got so buy I didn't get around to posting the pic on its own! I do think Tino would have owned a Pick R Up prewar so it seems natural it would have Lizzy’s paint job.
