idk if you can tell it's him through the hands but

I’m like 100% positive that when Jack visited Georgia for the 4th of July both Mama Bittle and MooMaw fell in love with him, and not because of the charming accent or his slammin’ hockey bod but because of his ability to just inhale food.

Like after Jack finishes his first generous helpings of potato salad, macaroni salad, baked beans, and burger complete with all of the fixings, Mama Bittle and MooMaw plop themselves across from Jack in the shade. They both fuss over him, telling him that there’s plenty of food for seconds and thirds and to help himself.

So Jack stands up with his festive red, white, and blue paper plate and disappears for a few minutes before returning with an extra plate in his hand. Both women look over his plates with a wide smile; one plate was piled high with all of the different sides, and the other plate was holding three burgers and two hot dogs.

The two women chatted eagerly as they fanned themselves and sipped at their sweet tea, watching Jack with lovestruck eyes as he tucked into his plate quietly.

When dessert time comes around everyone serves themselves but Mama Bittle fixed up a plate especially for Jack with extra helpings of everything, which he absolutely demolishes in minutes.

After Bitty finished helping clean up dinner stuff he found Jack rocking on the front porch swing, his head tilted backwards, and his eyes closed.

“Mama get to you?” He asked with a small smile, sitting down next to him.

All he got in response was a soft, “Mhm”.

The soft pitter patter of rain hitting the roof causes Oikawa to grumble. He closes his laptop, jutting his lip out into a pout as he places it onto the nightstand. Pushing his glasses up his nose, he huffs and glares at the window.

The bed then sinks, a body stretching out next to him. “Hm, what’s up?” Hanamaki asks, yawning as he pulls the blanket over him.

“I can’t write anything with the rain being so loud!”

“Then listen to music. Or wear ear plugs.”

Oikawa hesitates. “But they’re so far away…” He mumbles, looking down at his boyfriend. He smiles innocently, shifting so that he can gently run a hand through his slightly wet hair.

“Hey, Taka, have I ever told you how much I love you?”

Hanamaki narrows his eyes. “Yes, you have.”

“But I don’t think I tell you enough.”

Hanamaki sighs, pulling the blanket over his head. Through the process, he knocks Oikawa’s hand away from his head. Huffing, he turns on his side and curls up.

“Takaaaa,” Oikawa whines, pawing at the blanket burrito.

“No.”

“But I love youuuuu!

“I love you too, so go to bed.”

Oikawa crawls on top of Hanamaki, plopping down right on top of him. Hanamaki grunts in reply, breathing heavily from the extra weight that’s now on him.

“Please?”

“Go to bed, Tooru.”

“But I need to finish my paper!”

Hanamaki groans, rolling back over. This causes Oikawa to move with him, and through the small fight and moving around, Hanamaki ends up hovering over Oikawa, the blanket toppling to the floor. He stares down at Oikawa.

“You’re annoying. Why won’t you let me sleep?”

“…I love you?”

Hanamaki huffs out a small laugh, dropping down on top of Oikawa. His whole weight collapses onto Oikawa, and he quickly wraps his limbs around the brunette so he can’t get away.

“Let’s sleep.”

“Hiro!” Oikawa laughs, wiggling around in his grip. When his efforts seem to prove useless, he slumps down into the mattress and sighs.

“Fine.” He mumbles.

Hanamaki grins, placing an overdramatic kiss to his cheek. “I love you~.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Oikawa says, tugging his arm free so that he can take his glasses off. Hanamaki takes them for him, setting them aside and swiftly going back to clinging to him like a koala.

Oikawa smiles softly, blindly reaching out with his free arm. His fingers brush the floor, luckily close enough to the fallen blanket. He grunts, sloppily throwing it over the two of them so they wouldn’t freeze during the night.

“I love you too,” Oikawa mumbles as he flicks the lamp off. Hanamaki’s only reply is a soft snore.

Ice Cream and Van Gogh - Jason Todd x Reader

@nightwing-rules asks: “Can I request a story where Jason and his S/o spend some good quality time on his day off?” I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: swearing


                Sun shines in from the small window in your bedroom. It’s a welcome feeling, there aren’t many sunny days in Gotham, you rarely ever feel the sun on your skin. Turning around you look at your boyfriend Jason. He’s pure perfection in this moment, his face is peaceful, not worried or preoccupied for once in a long, long time. The white streak in his messy hair looks yellow due to the glow of the sun in the room, and you wish you could run your hands through it, but you knew that he needed rest. It wasn’t often that Jason got a day off, so you decided to let him sleep as long as he wanted, although you did have some plans for today.

            “You know, it’s not polite to stare Y/N.” Jason murmured, his morning voice holding the most beautiful gravelly tone. You chuckle, because of course he doesn’t say good morning, or that he loves you, he reprimands you for staring. Things like that were one of the many reasons you loved him though.

            “Well then Jaybird, don’t be so beautiful and I won’t be so impolite.” You replied, running your fingers through his hair as you did. Your eyes may have deceived you, but you could’ve sworn that he was blushing as he buried his head in the pillow. “C’mon love, if you’re awake we have to get going.” You urge him, slightly tugging on his arm.

            “Why? Can’t we just lay in bed all day and do nothing? I haven’t done nothing in forever.” Jason whines, turning his head to face you. You contemplate his request, he really hadn’t done nothing in forever, but what you had planned was better than nothing, as least in your opinion. Maybe a bit of persuasion would convince him to get up…

            “Well, I had plans for us today baby, and the first item on the list was supposed to be ice cream and breakfast from IHOP but, if you really wanna stay here…” You trail off, waiting to see his reaction. And it doesn’t disappoint. Jason whips his head up from the pillow, mouth open slightly and eyes wide as saucers from what you think is disbelief.

            “We can get ice cream before breakfast?” He asks, still in shock. “Well, I was thinking ice cream during breakfast. You know, like we order pancakes and ice at the same time, and then we take turns eating both?” You answer, smiling at the man who had basically just turned into a child in front of you. Your play to get him to do anything was ice cream, Jason really, really, loves ice cream.

            “Okay let’s go, let’s go, hurry up and let’s go!” Jason exclaims, jumping up from the bed and rushing to grab some clothes from the closet you two shared. His reaction made you go into a laughing fit, because here was this 6’4, extremely well-built man, who also happen to be the Red Hood, and he was jumping about the house at the promise of ice cream. He was really just a living, breathing contradiction and you loved it.

            “Oh Jesus, this is the best idea you’ve had in a long time.” Jason moans through a mouthful of strawberry ice cream and blueberry pancakes. You giggle, watching as he puts a scoop of the ice cream into a slice of the pancake, making a sandwich of sorts, before he stabs the thing with his fork and eats it. You had opted for a less complicated way of combining the two foods that Jason had labeled as “God’s gift to this wretched world”. Your method was taking a bite of the pancake, then shoveling a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth.

            “Thanks, I figured you’d enjoy it. Oh and if you want a small tip on how to make the pancakes even more, how should I put this, ice creamy? Well, if you’d like them more ice creamy spread a small piece across the pancake, sort of how you would with butter.” You suggest, as you steal a spoonful of his strawberry ice cream. You had gotten pumpkin spice ice cream as an experiment, against Jason’s advice, and it didn’t end well, so here you were stealing your lovely boyfriend’s strawberry ice cream.

            “That’s genius, I’m gonna try it.” Jason mutters, concentrating now on spreading the ice cream along the pancake. He was so cute, actually he was downright adorable (a/n someone please get this reference I had to add it), and you were absolutely loving that you got to see him in this little puppy dog state, you knew it was a privilege no one else got.

As breakfast came to a close, you ticked it off the list that you had made on your phone. Up next was something you knew he’d love, he always was a bit of an art nerd…


            “Please tell me why the fuck I’m blindfolded. I don’t exactly have pleasant memories of this.” Jason grumbles, as you two drive down to New York City. Well he didn’t know where you were going, hence the blindfold. Really, you didn’t want to have to blind him, but he was too damn stubborn to just keep his eyes closed, so you did what you had to do.

            “You’re blindfolded because I have a surprise for you, and I know you don’t have particularly great memories of being blindfolded but you trust me right?” you pause, awaiting his response, which you got with a nod, “Well, then you’ll know that I’m only doing this to make your day off special, ok?” You finish, squeezing his hand a bit so that he knew you were there.

            About 30 minutes later you arrived at your destination. “Okay Jay, hey that rhymed, okay anyways you can take off the blindfold now.” You exclaim, excitement coursing through you. Jason rushes to take off the blindfold, and when he finally gets it off and sees where you are he replicates the mouth agape, wide saucer eyes, shock look from earlier. Pride filled you, seeing that he was excited about what you guys were doing.

            “You-you brought me to the Metropolitan Museum of Art?” Jason stutters, eyes still wide. You nod in confirmation, smiling widely as you look at your awestruck boyfriend. “Well, c’mon Jay let’s go!” You yell, as you drag him out of the car.

(Time skip cause the Metropolitan Museum of Art is huge and writing that out would make this a book)

            The sun had already set when you guys exited the museum, that place was huge and there was so much art to see. You and Jay had gotten into debates and deep conversations over the meaning of some of the works, and all in all it was a really amazing experience. However, the talks had taken a, ahem…strange turn.

            “Listen, babe I’m just saying I would cut off my ear for you too!” Jason exasperates, as you both get in the car. “Okay, but Jason Van Gogh literally sent the ear to his lover as a gift. How the hell does that work?” You respond, equally as exasperated. “Yeah well, I can’t explain that but let’s focus on the fact that he went through that pain for her! That’s the sign of true love.” He concludes, trying to persuade you to agree. “Fine, but Jay, please don’t cut off your ear and send it to me.” You jokingly plead, starting up the car to head back to Gotham and enjoy the rest of Jason’s time off relaxing.

            “I’m not making any promises.” Jason mutters, causing you both to laugh a bit as you continue to discuss famous works of art for the entire drive home.

8

It doesn’t have to be this way.

XII. | XXIII.

I Love You

“I love you,” she tells him, on a Wednesday afternoon.

Nevermind the fact that there’s a new round of storybook characters filtering into Granny’s, nor that she’s sure they’re about to give them quite the show.  She can see it in the tilt of his smile, the dimples that jump along the angled line of his smile.  She can feel his kiss before his lips even land on hers.  She can feel it in the gleam in his eyes, in the hand warm at her back, on the curve of his hook, picking at her sweater.

Killian breathes in through his nose, and out through his mouth, and she can feel his answer on his tongue, as he draws it over the ridges on the roof of her mouth.  She can feel it in the subtle burn of his stubble over the skin of her jaw, when he sets her down and presses his cheek to hers.

“Oh, Swan,” he says, straight into her ear.  “I love you too.”

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