#💙: little blueberry boy

[risestarkiss]

Nicknames

Rise Ramblings #351

One of my favorite things about Rise is the utilization of nicknames in the show. This is the first iteration of the TMNT that really dived deep into nicknaming the boys. ❤️🧡💙💜

Also, the fandom has come up with quite a few great names of their own!

I wanted to list off some of the names from the show, some names I’ve heard around the interwebs, and some of the ones I’ve personally made up.

(Yeah. Those get a little out of hand. I’m apologizing from now. 😌)

LEONARDO: Leo Nardo Leon Neon Leon Primetime The Blue One Baby Blue Bluey Cyan Blue Boy Lee Pepino Fruit Ninja & Blueberry (I’m sorry. 😞)

MICHEALANGELO: Mikey Micheal Miguel Mike Magic Mike Orange Orange Pawn Orange Peel Doctor Delicate Touch Doctor Feelings Doctor Positive Doctor Rude One Love Angelo Angie Angel & Alan (I’m sorry. 😞)

RAPHAEL: Raph Raphie Raph-a-roni The Red One Big Red Red Rover Red Reign R-Dawg The Red Angel of Preventing Harm Raphela Ella Ellie Strawberry Strawberry Jam Strawberry Cupcake & Cinnamon (I’m so sorry. 😔)

DONATELLO: *takes a deep breath* Don Dee Deedee Dondon Donnie Donnie-D Donald Donna “Don, I tell you.” Dynamite Don DonTron Donathan Donnifer Donstantinople Don Stasinopoulos Dontertelli Don Tortellini Donatelli Spinelli Don Quixote Donkeytello Don Jamba Lambda “Don, a fellow.” *takes another breath* Vomitello Othello Othello Von Ryan ‘Thello Tello Hortense Mr. Science Bootyyyshaker9000 Alpha-Bootyyyshaker-9000 The Funny One The Purple One Purple Purple Knight Purple Boy Purple Jam Purple Jambalaya Grape Jelly Grapes Ube Smarts Brains Eyebrows & “The scientist formally known as, D.” (I will not apologize for any of these. Fight me.)

Bonus: DUOS! Raph & Don: Brains & Brawn, Strawberry Jam & Grape Jelly Leo & Raph: Sunrise Duo Mikey & Raph: Sunset Duo Leo & Mikey: Baja Blast, Portal Pals Leo & Donnie: The Disaster Twins & Double Trouble Donnie & Mikey: Smarts & Crafts, PB&J

Are there any that I missed? 😁

[mountttmase]

Can you do a smutty one when the reader has to use the safe word then they end up having a romantic soft sex xoxo

Blueberries 🫐

Note - I had three requests for this 🙊 i hope this is okay and please let me know what you think 😘💙

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 3.1K

Warnings - smutty and fluffy and a tiny bit of angst

It was only Wednesday yet you felt like it had been the longest week in your existence. You were tired, fed up and were in the mood for some comfort however the only person you were seeking said comfort from wasn’t home yet.

Mason was at some event for expensive trainers with a few of the other boys from the England team and even though you thought it might of been good for you to have some time on your own, you were missing the warmth of Masons arms and the feeling of his lips on your skin.

It was only around 8pm, but you were in bed already, having had dinner alone in front of the tv before you washed up and had a quick shower. Your mind wouldn’t settle enough to watch a film so you opened up your book whilst you played some quiet music in the background so you didn’t feel so lonely.

You were so in the zone you didn’t hear the front door open, or the footsteps downstairs as he paced around looking for you or even the sound of him running up the stairs. But your heart nearly leapt out of your throat when burst through the bedroom door, yelping in surprise at the sight of him.

‘Mason! What the fuck’ you shouted as he practically double over with laughter. Holding onto his stomach as he lent into the door frame to steady himself and you couldn’t help but smile a little bit too even though your heart was beating out of your chest.

‘Ahh, I’m crying’ he laughed, straightening up to wipe his eyes as he looked over to you. ‘I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean it I promise’ he told you, walking over to he could place a quick kiss on your forehead. ‘Just gimme like five minutes to have a shower yeah? I’ll come join you’ he told you with a laugh and you nodded gently as you got settled again, taking a few deep breaths to relax yourself again.

He emerged sometime later, dressed only in his boxers and you felt your whole body tingle as you looked over at him just like usual. You loved his body and you wanted him under your fingers as soon as possible knowing the feel of him would comfort you instantly after a rough few days. He smiled at you as you reached for him, sighing contently as you tucked yourself into him and breathed in his scent.

‘What you doing in bed so early?’ He asked, hands roaming your naked back under your top and you shivered at the contact.

‘Just felt like it’ you told him, your own fingers lightly dancing over his skin as you felt yourself relax into him. ‘How was your event?’

‘Same old same old’ he shrugged, kissing your forehead sporadically. ‘They had fifa set up on this massive screen and I had a game with Madders. I won’ he winked as you smiled into his neck at his cockiness.

‘Of course you did’

‘Yeah I’m feeling pretty good about myself’ he told you, his voice dropping a few octaves and you knew that only meant one thing. Mason was in the mood for you.

Due to your hectic work schedule you hadn’t been near each other properly in a few days so it was only a matter of time before he needed you and even though you were tired, the thought of Mason making you feel good was an opportunity you couldn’t pass up as you were pretty desperate for him yourself.

He didn’t say another word, just tilted your head back and kissed you forcefully, practically knocking the wind out of you as his tongue invaded your mouth. You were struggling to breath a little bit as he devoured you and you were close to pushing him off so you could get some air when he pulled back, separating from you completely before rolling you onto your front quickly and with force.

You were overwhelmed by his sudden change in attitude but it didn’t shock you that much. Mason knew you loved it rough a lot of the time and he was more than happy to give it to you that way but after the last few days you’d suffered you wanted a little softness and some love, not just a fuck whilst he dominated you but your face was pushed too far into the pillows to be able to say anything right now.

You felt him part you thighs with his knee before slapping your bum pretty hard and the pain rippled through you. You moaned into the pillow at the stinging sensation as your eyes pricked from the pain and he took this as a sign to keep going, soon pulling your underwear down your legs before laying half over you. He hooked one leg around yours to keep it trapped so they’d be open as he traced over you clit a few times causing you to moan ever so slightly.

‘Good girl, that’s it’ he whispered before plunging a finger into you. You weren’t expecting it and the shock made you jump causing Mason to chuckle behind you.

When you were thinking about being close to him earlier, this isn’t what you’d pictured at all. You wanted softness and eye contact, for him to take care of you and for you to feel wanted again but this was the opposite and you didn’t know what to do. You tried rolling over but his body was keeping yours in place and in your panic you did the only thing you could think of.

‘Blueberries!’

You’d done it. You’d said the word that both of you had never used before but you both knew exactly what it meant.

He was off of you in an instant, pulling away from you fully and you felt him sit up next to you on his side of the bed. The silence was deafening but you wanted to let him know everything was fine as soon as possible, quickly scrambling up so you could face him and you felt your chest tighten at the sight of him.

He looked petrified and full of guilt as he looked back at you but also full of confusion so you quickly moved over to him, sitting in his lap and cupping his jaw as you stroked over his cheeks. He kept his hands by his side as he was clearly still unsure as to what was going on and he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable but when you pulled him into a hug he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

‘Sorry, Mase’ you breathed into his neck, overcome with guilt yourself and you thought maybe you’d overreacted slightly but you felt him shake his head on top of yours as his body finally relaxed a bit.

‘Don’t be silly, I’m sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you or something? I didn’t mean to-‘

‘No, not at all’ you breathed, cutting him off and pulling back to look at him and you could straight away see how unsure of himself he looked and you wanted to reassure him instantly. ‘I’m fine I promise, I just…’

‘What baby?’ he asked you softly, cupping your jaw as he made your look at him and your eyes watered at his softened expression. ‘Talk to me’

‘I’ve had a shit few days’ you laughed wiping your eyes as you tried to find the best words to reassure him everything was fine. ‘I guess I just wasn’t in the mood for you to chuck me about like that like I wasn’t expecting it’

‘I was too rough?’

‘A little bit’ you laughed and his whole face softened at you.

‘I’m sorry baby, if you don’t wanna do anything we don’t have to’

‘No I do, I just wanna see you’ you laughed, rolling your eyes at how silly you thought you sounded. ‘And maybe we can go a bit slower?’

‘Of course, I’m sorry I shouldn’t of just jumped right in like that I should of double checked. I just got a bit ahead of myself but that’s no excuse’ he told you, kissing over your cheeks as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms gently. ‘Are you sure you’re okay? I really am sorry I feel awful’

‘Yes I’m alright’ you laughed, reaching up to kiss him softly. ‘I’m fine I promise. Come lay down with me’ you whispered shuffling down the bed as he came with you, wrapped up in his arms as you turned to face each other.

‘Sorry I haven’t asked you what happened this week, I guess I’ve been a bit caught up with stuff myself but that’s no excuse. What’s happened, love?’ He asked you, his big brown eyes searching yours and your heart thudded at his concerned he was.

‘Just work stuff. I’ve had a lot to do and no time to do it, plus that new girl keeps making things difficult for me’ you told him, nestling into him for warmth as he stroked your skin softly. ‘She doesn’t listen to a word I say and she talks over me constantly to tell me I’m wrong. Like anyone would think she’s been the one working there years, not me’

‘You want me to come and sort her out for you?’ He joked and you shook your head with a giggle.

‘I’ll be okay, but thanks for the offer’

‘Just say the word and I’ll do it. No one upsets my girl’ he joked, ticking your ribs lightly as you wriggled about next to him.

‘Mason stop’ you laughed before leaning over to kiss him. You didn’t pull back, if anything the pair of you just held each other a little bit tighter as you kissed each other softly and it wasn’t long before Masons lips were making their way across your cheek and too your jaw. ‘Doesn’t help I’ve missed you like hell’

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Yeah, all I’ve thought about is having you next to me. I need some looking after’ you laughed and you felt him smile onto your skin.

‘My baby needs some loving, yeah?’ He whispered against your neck and you felt yourself melt into the sheets, knowing he was about to give you what you needed now you were on the same page.

‘Yes please’ you giggled, revelling in how soft his touches were now as he kissed down your body.

‘I got you’ he told you his lips trailing over your ribs before making their way over your hips and to your inner thighs. ‘Just relax for me yeah, I promise I’ll be gentle’ he whispered and you felt yourself let out a huge breath as he repositioned you. Your thighs were resting over his shoulders soon enough as his fingertips lightly stroked over the top of them before he began licking up your folds. You hummed in satisfaction as soon as you felt him, threading your fingers through his thick locks as he focused all of his attention on you.

‘Fuck Mase’ you breathed, your skin tingling all over as he stroked your skin gently, keeping his pace slow but just enough to drive you wild. He was alternating his movements but when you let out a particularly loud moan he knew what he had to keep doing.

Your eyes were shut, but you chanced a look down and he was looking right back at you through his lashes and you felt your heart give a squeeze as he smiled up at you making you laugh lightly before you had to moan out loudly as he sucked away at you. His mouth was like magic and tonight he was really putting a performance on for you.

You felt him shuffle, he left arm reaching up so he could hold your waist while his right came between your legs, dipping his fingers into you gently causing you to moan at the new sensation. His lips carried on sucking away as he worked inside of you to bring your high to the surface and before long his name came stuttering out of your mouth as you came.

You could feel his lips on your hip after he’d ridden you through it and he let you come down fully, soon hovering over your face and you smiled up at him when you eventually opened your eyes.

‘You got one more in there for me?’ He whispered against your lips and you nodded as you tasted yourself. He rolled off of the side of the bed, standing to the side of it before he gently pulled you by your hips until he your were perfectly lined up with him. He carefully held you by the backs of your thighs so your legs were spread for him before he carefully thrusted into you. ‘That good, baby?’ He breathed and you felt yourself shiver. Mason loved this position because he told you he could get a good look at you this way and the way his was biting his lip was sending you insane. You also got a pretty good at him yourself and watched his muscles flex under his skin was turning you on more than anything.

‘So g-good Mase, f-fuck’

He gently let go of your thighs after a while, his hands now holding you at your waist before he let them wander up to your chest as he pushed your baggy shirt up. The feel of his fingers on you and every thrust of his hips felt so good to the point you could feel tears rolling down your face but it was the fact he was being so gentle and really looking after you that made your heart flutter the most. The look of love on his face as he began to lean over you sent a shiver down your spine and you almost lost your breath.

‘This better? This what you wanted?’ He whispered, resting his forehead on yours as he kept his thrusts at a steady but gentle pace. You nodded as you brushed your hands up his toned arms to rest them on his shoulders and he shut his eyes at the feel of your thumbs stroking up his neck. ‘You’re so good for me, no one makes me feel like you do’ he uttered, his lips lost on your neck before he bit your ear gently. ‘You look so good like this, I love watching you when I’m inside you’

‘Mase, kiss me please’ you whimpered quietly and not even a second later his lips landed on yours. Kissing you deeply as he continued to rock his hips into you. ‘I love you so much’ you whispered against his lips and he smiled

‘I love you, too. Every inch of you’ he told you, his fingers now coming back to help you along and over the finish line and you moaned into his mouth as you fluttered around him. ‘That’s it, good girl. Let me hear you’ he murmured before letting himself go as you moaned his name aloud. He rested his forehead gently on yours as you both got your breath back and you opened your eyes to look at him when you felt his fingers caress your cheek gently. ‘You okay’ he laughed and you nodded with a smile.

‘Better than okay’ you croaked before he kissed the end of your nose and pulled himself up so you could run to the bathroom and sort yourself out. When you came back you found the bedroom empty but the lights had been dimmed and you felt your body relax as you pulled your underwear back up your legs.

He walked back through the door seconds after, a few bottles of water tucked under one arm and a tub of your favourite ice cream with two spoons in his hand. He looked a little bit shy as you made eye contact with him but he padded over to his side of the bed and got himself under the covers before patting your side of the bed for him to join you.

‘Ice cream?’ You laughed, crawling in next to him as he passed you a spoon with a smile.

‘Yeah, thought you deserved a treat’ he laughed, popping the lid so you could both dig in and you couldn’t help but look at him with a loving stare. ‘You alright there, love?’

‘Yeah’ you sighed, kissing his cheek softly as you felt his hand on your thigh under the covers. ‘I just love you. Thank you for this’

‘That’s alright. I love you too, baby. And I’m really sorry about earlier-‘

‘Don’t’ you laughed, cutting him off as you knew he was about to blame himself for earlier and you wanted to let him know you’d moved on and forgotten about it. ‘It’s okay honestly. I’m fine, we’re fine. Let’s just forget about it’

‘I know but it’s not fine really. I don’t want you to brush it under the carpet’ he told you softly. ‘I’ll remember to check with you next time’ he smiled and you gave him a soft nod to let him know it was all in the past before he let you rant about work some more and he showed you some pictures of tonight’s event.

‘Not gonna be able to sleep after all this sugar’ you laughed when the pair of you finally settled down to sleep, your head on his chest as he brushed through your hair lightly.

‘Would you like me to sing to you?’ He whispered with a smiled in his voice and you laughed into his neck.

‘I’m trying to get to sleep, Mase. We don’t want to attract all the local dogs and have them howling along with you’

‘Wow’ he laughed, tickling your side as you kissed his neck in apology.

‘I’m kidding, sorry Mase’

‘No no, my lips are sealed now’ he laughed, pulling you closer to him and kissing your cheek. ‘Speaking of dogs though, you fancy going for a walk tomorrow after work? Ben said we can borrow Oscar for a few hours and I thought it might be nice for us to get out for a bit?’

‘Really?’ You smiled a and you felt him nod against you, knowing how much you’d love a dog of your own. ‘Yeah I’d love that Mase, thank you’ You told him as you kissed his chest, feeling happier than you had for days.

‘Anything for you, gorgeous’

[pluralbyler]

i would love to hear more of your thoughts on omegaverse byler with o!will and a!mike!!

ooo giggles okay so

sections:

★ omega will → alpha will

★ omega mike → alpha mike

i'm gonna talk about ALL OF THEM bc im brainrotting

💚 omega!will . . .

★ loves fucking, being filled, that whole stick

★ easily gets the hang of parenthood and loves his kids

★ i have a weird thing that whenever will gets knocked up, it's always twins or triplets. why? idk to be honest

★ again, pretty normal, average heats.

★ still maintaining size kink will here too, he likes showing off

★ still has ass? absolutely

★ scent: honey, lavender, and linen

★ still an earthy tones guy and goes for baggy more that tight, but that just means it's harder to tell mike has a hand on his ass (bare ass, that is) in certain circumstances

★ definitely the brat here but like. public teaser. gets mike hard with their friends so mike will take them home and knot him instead which obviously means he'll only be on his stomach or feet for a week bc ASS obvi

★ LEAKS like wtf how is he so wet???

★ fucking LAP SEX all the way, back to front or facing each other, doesn't matter

🟢 alpha!will . . .

★ TEASING TEASING TEASING

★ ruts are lighter than average but only bc i think it'd be required to fully commit to the teasing when they sync

★ a whore for mike being wrecked; tear tracks, smudged eyeliner/tinted lipgloss (maybe teehee), soft whines

★ likes hair pulling a LOT just so he can hear the noises it causes

★ big family just because he keeps knocking mike up (who loves it too)

★ yes his koala has a name (hi mike)

★ scent: cedar, mulberry, and smoke i believe

★ still a public teaser but pulls mike into bathroom stalls and hidden locations

★ does he EVER stop holding mike's hand in a white knuckled grip so he can't avoid him (or self-isolate on perceived wrongdoings)? no ❤️

★ cuddly as shit

★ exhibitionist for sure but more blanket-consent voyeurism of clubs than anything else

🔵 omega!mike . . .

★ just loves being pregnant full stop

★ scent: chocolate, blueberry, and a little vanilla

★ intense heats, little breaks, yeah okay, but he's also super fucking sensitive so he's always out an extra week because his legs refuse to work and will has to carry him around

★ which he obviously hates (not)

★ very into physical comfort, needs puppy pile aftercare during and after heats and in general

★ puppy boy stereotype but like... grumpy

★ again, tries to be a brat but fails bc will only needs a single look to break him

★ loud as shit and needs to be muffled if they're around people

★ grips will's hand back just as much but make it jealous possessiveness this time

★ cockwarming and car sex are his top favorite

💙 alpha!mike

★ just- TOYS. plugs and dildos and vibrators and sometimes rings, he wants will plugged up with cum or stretched and ready for when will eventually begs to get fucked again

★ intense ruts, but will loves it because mike is the alpha that leaves so many bites and hickeys it seems ridiculous

★ scent: coffee, cinnamon, and a little mulberry, maybe apple instead

★ arm around the waist ALWAYS

★ gets "down doggie"'d by will ALL the time and it makes him splutter but also stfu will you weren't complaining when you got turned on by the possessiveness yesterday...

★ a big tummy toucher when will's pregnant and has a massive breeding kink lmao (he did that!!!!! he gets to knot will!!!!! the babies are his!!!!!)

★ reverse cowgirl PLEASE but spooning during sex is also one he really likes

...

all dividers by @cafekitsune

[politemagic]

Okay I absolutely adored that fruit salad question, so I'm bringing it to you! Musical fruit salad from your favourite artist, 5 fruit minimum, go go go 💙

oh boy i love this question so much okay okay okay i really couldn't decide if i would rather do sleep token or twenty one pilots... so you will ALSO get two fruit salads!!

my fruits:

strawberry 🍓 <- one of their more popular songs that i would show someone who had never heard of them before blueberry 🫐 <- it may seem like just a little tune, but to me the album would NOT be the same without it melon 🍈 <- she may not be for everybody, but real ones will appreciate these underrated tracks (underratedness was determined by spotify streams not science) kiwi 🥝 <- we're adding a lil something special to this fruit salad. these are songs that are near and dear to me cherry 🍒 <- my personal favorite fruit, so my personal favorite song

sleep token salad:

🍓 The Summoning - it's the song that seems to have really set them on their current trajectory, and it is indeed a fucking BANGER so if i'm trying to get someone into sleep token, this would be my go-to

🫐 DYWTYLM - honestly didn't really like it on my first listen to the album, but on my second go round i could not BELIEVE i ever felt that way. it is so incredibly necessary to the overall album + vessel's journey and i will defend her until my dying breath.

🍈 Drag Me Under & Descending - i really couldn't pick between these two UNDERrated queens get it? get it? i'm so sorry . but there was one morning that i was listening to my sleep token playlist watching the sunrise on my back porch and these songs played back to back and tbh it was a spiritual experience

🥝 Take Me Back to Eden - i actually can't stress enough the personal significance that this song has to me. the line "i don't know what's got its teeth in me / but i'm about to bite back in anger" is in total honesty the thing that motivated me to get the help that i needed during the darkest time in my life. i can't talk about it or i WILL cry

🍒 Aqua Regia & Telomeres - it's my fruit salad so i get to have extra cherries since they're my favorite😌 aqua regia is the baddest bitch in town to me and the guitar solo in telomeres is possibly my favorite part in any st song ever.

twenty one pilots salad:

🍓 Fairly Local - i would have chosen car radio because that was my personal introduction to them, but i think fairly local is more representative of where they are now musically. (but if i was to pick a first album i would def be showing them vessel)

🫐 Neon Gravestones - not sure how universal this is, but most tøp fans i know skip this song on trench but i personally have always loved it. the lyrics are phenomenal, and it's a very powerful song.

🍈 Redecorate & March to the Sea - i couldn't choose just one because i think both of these albums as a whole are underrated (listen. i know that scaled and icy wasn't their best but. those are some fucking bops okay?). whenever i need to have a good cry i listen to self-titled and march to the sea has always been my favorite from that album.

🥝 Trees - seeing them perform trees in concert was a canon event for me. my best friend, who i have known since i was 5 (and was not familiar w them at all), said she had never seen me experience emotions like i did when they performed this song. it makes me so happy that they still end shows with this song, i think its a rite of passage.

🍒 Doubt - honestly, i can't even remember why at this point but this has been my favorite twenty one pilots song since blurryface came out, it's my most played song by them FOR SURE.

[khaleesiofalicante]

But wait! There's more!!! I mean... I had to take advantage of the time, right??

This was a reminder of how chaotic this fic was jdhdjdjkd. I love them your honor!

Ngl, I'm excited for ials' moodboard. Imma make myself cry :)

As my favorite babe would say:

Yours in faith,

Noah💙

Reading this reminded me of how chaotic and unhinged this fic was we need more of that in our lives 💙

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

I loved the aesthetic! And the quotes of your choice have me reeling.

Now. I know some of yall were asking about this before. This moldboard inspired this scene. So, everyone say, thank you to noah!

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“Well. Well. Well. Look who finally decided to show his face.”

Max feels afraid. A little. He doesn’t know why. 

Maybe it’s because he’s finally in New York after so fucking long. Maybe because he now knows his bapak - sweet bapak - actually used to be a fucking assassin. Maybe it’s because of what he’s about to do. 

Goddamnit. He should’ve done this over the phone. Or sent a letter or some shit. 

David gives his hand a little squeeze. Max finds the strength he needs. 

“Bapak,” Max whispers. 

Bapak’s face softens immediately. “FaceTime doesn’t do justice, Blueberry. You look so handsome.”

“I know right?” Max chuckles as he hugs his father tightly. “Missed you.”

“Missed you more,” bapak whispers as he pulls back. The smiles broadly. “David. Come here.”

David carefully hugs the other man. “Hello, Magnus.”

“I hope the trip was safe,” bapak smiles. 

“It was,” David smiles.

“David has more security than the president,” Max snickers. 

“As he should,” bapak huffs. “The president is a douchebag.”

Someone very pointedly clears their throat. Max tries not to roll his eyes. 

“Alec,” bapak chastises. “Help them with their luggage.”

“They have hands,” dad shrugs. 

Bapak scoffs at that. “Ignore him. He’s always grumpy during winter.”

Max chuckles awkwardly. “Not gonna lie. I thought you’d be way more pissed about this.”

“Because you got secretly married?” bapak demands.

Max’s palms are sweaty. “Yeah?”

“You know, Blueberry. I had a lot of time to think about this,” bapak tells him. “And I’ve come to the realization that this is not about me. It's about you. It’s your life and your wedding.”

“Really?” Max whispers softly. 

“Sure,” the man grins. “I mean, do I still think we should throw a small party? Definitely. Perhaps a little shindig with our close friends and family. I could make the guest list and sort out the catering and get us all matching outfits-”

Dad clears his throat again. 

“Right,” Max swallows. “Bapak. Um. It’s just…There is something you should know before.”

“Oh my god,” the man gasps softly. “Did you already have a party? Without us?”

“No. No. David and I got married very quietly,” Max confesses as he holds onto his husband for dear life. “We don’t really want a party.”

“Oh. Alright then,” bapak hums. “I guess I’ll delete my Pinterest board. It only took me…a few hours.”

Dad clears his throat again. 

“Alec,” bapak says in frustration. “Is something wrong with your throat? Do you have a cold?”

The front door creaks softly as two tiny hands push them open and run into the apartment.

Ah.

Fuck. 

“Daddy. How long do I have to stay in the car?” the boy complains softly. “It’s cold outside.”

Max adjusts the boy’s beanie and swallows thickly. “Um. So.”

“Alec,” bapak blinks a couple of times. 

“Yeah, babe?”

“There is a child in my house.”

“Yep.”

“There is a child in my house,” bapak says again. “Whose child is this?”

Max puts up his hand dumbly. David does too. 

“You two have a child,” bapak narrows his eyes. 

“It’s, um, children, actually,” David murmurs. 

“Children?” bapak echoes. “Plural?”

“Arthur is in the car,” Max says quickly. “He gets cranky if you wake him up during nap time.”

“You named them?” bapak demands. “Without me?”

“Bapak, in my defense, you named your cat Chairman Meow.”

“It’s a great name! Alec, tell them it’s a great name.”

“At least you didn’t name your kid Lancelot,” dad rolls his eyes. 

“It’s just Lance!” the little one groans. 

“Lance,” bapak’s face softens again. Then he glares at Max. “This is unacceptable.”

“Magnus,” David interrupts, taking a step forward. “We had to do it for the sake of the children. We couldn’t tell anyone. Max wanted to. I promise. But we couldn’t risk the safety of our boys. I’m sure you understand that.”

Bapak lets out a long suffering breath. “I suppose! But this situation needs to be rectified immediately!”

Max relaxes a little. Damn. He really thought this was going to go south. 

“We’ll have a little family dinner. A tiny one. We can get to know each other,” bapak smiles as he ruffles Lance’s hair. “We have to tell Rafael. He’s going to have a stroke.”

“Yay!” Lance cheers. “Uncle Rafe’s coming!”

There is a terrible silence.

“Rafael knows?” bapak asks dangerously. 

“It was an accident! Lance was playing with my phone and he accidentally FaceTimed Rafe and it was this whole thing but-“

“So, I’m the last person to know?” the man demands. 

“Um,” Max gulps. “Uncle Jace doesn’t know yet.”

“I’M IN THE SAME CATEGORY AS JACE?”

“Bapak.”

“Alec.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Get my assassin’s toolbox.”

“On it.”

“Bapak!” Max groans. “We have a child!”

“Children!” David reminds. “Plural!”

“You are being so extra right now!” Max complains. 

“Excuse me, I’m not the one who eloped to Paris and got married in secret and has a wholeass secret family!” the man growls at him as he goes through what actually looks like an assassin’s toolbox. 

Jesus fuck. 

“I think we should run,” Max whispers to his husband. 

“No.”

“Babe, he has a toolbox!” Max hisses. “It has knives.”

“You must be joking if you think I didn’t come prepared,” David tells him quietly. “I have four knives in my person right now.”

Jesus fuck. 

What the fuck?

And why is that so fucking hot?

“What’s this?” Lance peeps inside the box. 

“This is my favourite dagger,” bapak smiles as he takes out a tiny dagger. “You can keep it.”

“Um,” David says. “We don’t give him sharp objects.”

Bapak throws him a glare and David shuts up.

“God knows how many birthdays I’ve missed,” bapak huffs as Lance inspects the dagger. “I need to catch up.”

“Papi gave me a train last year,” Lance informs and smiles at Alec. “It goes choo choo!”

Dad swallows. “I’ve never met this child in my life.”

“You and I will talk later,” bapak tells dad slowly. “You’ve been a bad boy, Alexander.”

“Gross,” Max groans and covers his son’s years. 

“Blueberry,” bapak points a finger at Max. “You are going to tell me everything. And there better be photos or there will be hell to pay.”

“I have loads,” Max says quickly and takes out his phone. 

“And you,” bapak glares at David. “Is it just two or are there more secret children I need to know about?”

“Um,” David says as dad slowly moves the toolbox away from bapak’s reach. “We have a cat?”

“YOU HAVE A WHAT?”

[pearlsephoni]

At the End of the Sun, Chapter 3: The House in the Mountains

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: This Chapter: T; Whole Work: E

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama

Word Count: Chapter: 3,870; Whole Work: Estimated 100k+

Summary: Shoyo gets to know his new home, and tries to know his new companion.

A/N: Written for the @kagehinabigbang! Special thanks once again to my beta, Lin, and my artist, Fish!!  Also, happiest of birthdays to our favorite blueberry boy and king of the court, Tobio Kageyama!! 💙 Further author’s notes can be read on AO3.

The first hour of the trek passed in almost complete silence. Shoyo couldn’t remember the last time he actually, truly floundered with striking up conversation. What was he supposed to say? He already knew any attempts at asking the wolf how exactly he was able to speak would get shut down, as would any questions delving into why he was so adamant about Shoyo spending a year with him.

So he tried to ask about where he would be spending that year, and all the wolf muttered was, “You’ll see. It’s not that different from your mother’s house, just a little smaller.”

That was it. That was all he said. Shoyo’s wave of frustration was closely followed by a rush of panic. What…what was he doing? He couldn’t live a year like this, filled with a loneliness broken only by start-and-stop exchanges.

Natsu…you’re doing it for Natsu. That was all he needed to chase away the panic. Anything, anything would be worth it if it meant saving her. He clung to that, letting it ease the sorrow that stung when he noticed the papery birch slowly giving way to the thicker, rougher pine trees that covered the northern parts of the domain.

He was unfamiliar with this part of the woods, especially once they began venturing off of the main path. He was squinting at the moss on the trees, trying to figure out what direction they were walking in, when the wolf abruptly stopped and turned to Shoyo. “I nearly forgot. Open the pouch.”

Shoyo blinked. “Um…okay.” He obeyed the sudden instructions, though his confusion wasn’t eased when all he found was another sprig of yamakumo. “What…what am I looking for?”

The wolf’s huff sounded suspiciously like a snort. “It’s below that. You’re looking for a bracelet.”

“A bracelet?” Shoyo asked as he poked deeper into the pouch. “Why’re you giving me a bracelet?”

“Just…put it on. It’ll help with the journey.”

Something smooth bumped Shoyo’s finger, allowing him to catch and draw it from the pouch. It was a small, dark blue stone, a perfect match for the wolf’s dark eyes. The stone was the sole adornment on the woven bracelet, but Shoyo couldn’t stop staring at it, even as he slowly managed to tie the strap to his own wrist. “How’s this going to help?” he mumbled around the end that he held between his teeth to tighten the knot.

“It’ll provide some protection, and make the journey a little easier.”

“Didn’t think you’d be the superstitious sort.”

There was that strange, annoying huff-snort sound. “Whatever. Let’s go.”

And with that, silence fell back over them.

“Where…where are we going?” Shoyo quietly asked after another half-hour of silence. He couldn’t recognize any part of the forest around him, which only told him they had left the area surrounding the domain’s capital. He still couldn’t tell where they were heading, or even what direction they were trekking.

“We’ll be there by sundown,” the wolf grumbled, keeping his eyes stubbornly fixed ahead.

“That’s not an answer,” Shoyo grumbled back.

A low growl rumbled from the wolf, making Shoyo’s shoulders shoot up to his ears. “It is an answer. Just not the one you wanted.”

Despite his clear annoyance, he still didn’t bother to even look back at Shoyo. For some reason, that just irritated Shoyo even more. “You know…you asked me to come live with you. Why bother if you’re not even going to talk to me?”

The wolf suddenly stopped again, forcing Shoyo to stumble to a stop before he bumped into him. “That’s not— it isn’t—” Shoyo watched with some dread as the wolf’s fur rose along his neck. “Don’t talk about things you don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand.” He wasn’t asking about his talking, not really…but maybe he could learn something.

It took a few breaths for the wolf’s fur to finally settle back down. And then, in a low, steady voice, he said, “We’re almost there. Come on.”

Well. It was worth a try.

Now that the wolf had mentioned the end of their journey, Shoyo noticed that the path was slowly getting brighter as more sunlight filtered through the thinning trees.

And through the fast-approaching edge of the forest, he could see a wall of rock that slowly turned into…the mountainside. It was a sight that Shoyo only ever saw on the daimyo’s journeys to and from Edo, because the domain’s mountain range was so far from the capital.

But when they finally crossed the edge of the trees, there was no mistaking what Shoyo was staring at. “This…this is…”

The wolf stared at him. “Yes?”

“We’re at the bottom of the mountains.”

“…Yes?”

The confirmation just made Shoyo more confused. “We’ve only been traveling for a day. A trip to the mountains would’ve taken me days on horseback, a week on foot.”

The wolf’s ears lowered a bit before perking up again, but that was enough to tell Shoyo there was yet another thing he wasn’t sharing. “Well, you’re here now. Do you want to see where you’ll be living, or are you going to keep staring?”

Shoyo’s confusion gave way to frustration as he frowned. He could count on his hands the number of times the wolf had spoken to him since they’d left his home, and they were almost all irritated or impatient. “You’re kind of a jerk, aren’t you, Okami-san?”

The wolf grew very still, and Shoyo suddenly felt like a deer being hunted. “What did you call me?”

“Okami-san? What else am I supposed to call you? You didn’t tell me your name!”

“Neither did you!”

“My name’s Shoyo Hinata!”

The wolf blinked. “…Oh.”

“What?”

“Just…you told me so easily.”

“We’re not all secretive weirdos like you.” Before the wolf could snap back at him, Shoyo readjusted his pack on his shoulders and brushed past him to continue down the path.

He hadn’t exactly imagined where he’d be living for the next year. He could only picture his own home, even though he knew it was unlikely he’d be living somewhere as nice and homey as his family’s little house.

What he saw was familiar in form only. If it weren’t for its diminutive size, he might have thought it belonged to a wealthy family, with its dark wood frame, glimmering tile roof, and the clean brightness of the shoji screens that he could see beyond the wood storm panels surrounding the engawa. It was strange to see storm panels around the porch when it wasn’t winter, but maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised, considering a wolf lived there—he couldn’t exactly take them on and off as needed.

Now that he thought about it— “Wait, this is your home?”

The wolf looked back at him from the engawa, his steady gaze carrying an edge of judgment. “Yes? Did you think I brought you to someone else's place?”

“But you’re a wolf. How can you even take care of a place like this?”

The wolf stared at him for another breath, before turning back to the house. “I have human guests sometimes. Come on.”

With every step he took towards the house, Shoyo noticed another thing in the small yard: a little storehouse, a fire pit, a patch of dirt that might have been a garden. But what made him pause was the sight of a wooden training dummy.

It was smaller than what he was used to at his home on the palace grounds, but well-used, and the thought of being able to somehow keep up with his training over the next year eased the knot of anxiety that had tightened in his stomach since they’d left his mother’s home.

“Hinata.”

He jumped and looked back at the house to see the wolf staring at him from the entrance. “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

The closer he got to the house, the more he started to see signs of wear. Some of the tiles on the roof had little chips in them, the storm panels were hung a little haphazardly, and the porch didn’t seem to have been polished, or even swept in quite some time. “It must be hard to do chores as a wolf,” he commented as he stepped onto the engawa.

“Hah?” It was hard to see what the wolf was emoting from the shadowy genkan, but from his voice alone, he sounded annoyed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not saying that to be mean!” Shoyo protested. “I’m just…I’m just saying! It must be hard, with…with your paws and everything!”

“You’re trying to say I’m doing a shitty job!”

“No, I’m not!” Yes, he was. But it was a little fun to be contrary, just to annoy the wolf.

As they argued, Shoyo kept following the wolf, automatically sliding off his shoes in the genkan and entering the main room. The genkan’s hardwood floor gave way to tatami mats beneath his bare feet—only then did he realize where he’d gone, and he slowed to a stop in the middle of the room.

It was slightly smaller than the main room of his family home. In the center was a fire pit, with a hook over it that Shoyo imagined a pot could hang from. The ceiling was tall and unpanelled, so that smoke could safely drift through the rafters and out of the house. The rest of the ceiling was paneled with the same dark wood as the engawa. The dark color could’ve made the room feel stifling, but Shoyo found it felt cozy instead.

That feeling extended to the rest of the home. There were two hallways branching off of different sides of the living room—the first one he wandered down led to the kitchen, bathing room, and a small storage room. As he poked through the closets in the living room and inspected the kitchen and bathing room, Shoyo was both startled and relieved to find everything he would need in a home: cleaning supplies, tucked away furniture, cooking utensils, and even well-stocked food stores.

“Who eats all of this?” he asked the wolf, looking over to where he sat in the kitchen’s door to the hallway. “It can’t be you, right? So who is this for?”

The questions seemed to irritate the wolf, if the fur rising along his neck was anything to go off of, but the wolf unexpectedly didn’t voice it. He just muttered, “You’re here because of me. I can’t let you starve after making you leave your home for a year.”

It was strange. Both what he said on the journey and what he was saying now made it sound like he didn’t want to ask Shoyo to live with him for a year. He sounded guilty about it, as though the reason were out of his hands. Shoyo didn’t know if he appreciated that or was annoyed by it.

He didn’t want to dwell on it.

The wolf followed Shoyo like a silent shadow, waiting by the door whenever he stepped inside to poke around. And Shoyo stayed quiet in return, keeping his opinions to himself and only asking additional questions about what he was allowed to use (everything, apparently). It was the most restraint he’d exercised in a while, and he had the feeling the wolf’s silence was also the product of some fierce self-control.

One of them had to break at some point, and when Shoyo crossed to the other hall, the wolf ended up being the first to pipe up. It was a silly victory, but Shoyo still felt smug.

“Well?” the wolf asked. “What do you think?”

“It’s…it’s nice,” Shoyo grudgingly admitted. It really was. Everything he’d seen was of the same quality he would see in the samurai homes, or even finer. Whoever owned and lived in this house was wealthy, but preferred a smaller space. Maybe it was a vacation home of some sort that the wolf was being allowed to use.

“…Your room’s on the right,” the wolf said when they reached the other hallway, his pleased relief clear in his voice. The lighter tone of his voice made something soft and warm spread through Shoyo’s chest. It unnerved him, and he was eager to open his room and distract himself.

His room was small but, like the main room, it was small in a cozy way, a way that made sense for a room where only one person would be sleeping. There was a fine set of drawers set against the wall, with a little lantern on top, and across from it was the closet, where Shoyo found a plush futon and a chest filled with extra blankets.

It was a perfectly lovely room to sleep in…except for two things. The first was the walls. There was some sort of paneling lining the outside shoji screens that kept any light from filtering in. The only source of light was the window, which was large and let plenty of sunlight flood the room to make up for the thick walls. But even that had two solid wood panels that could fully block out the sun when closed.

Why? Was it to make sure no sunlight could interrupt his sleep in the morning? But that had never been a problem, and frankly, Shoyo liked being gently woken by the sun when he was able to sleep in until sunrise. Maybe it was a strange preference of the owner. They were certainly wealthy enough to make that sort of specific request. He could just leave the window open and let the sunrise in that way.

The second surprise was the drawer set: the top three drawers were empty for his things, but the last one already had some clothes folded in it. He shook them out one by one. They looked to be a sleep jinbei, a thick winter coat, and a silk kimono that was finer than anything Shoyo had ever worn, even as a samurai.

It was a deep blue, so dark it could have looked black without the sun bringing out the color. The cuffs, collar, and hem were trimmed with delicate gold embroidery. Even the hakama and the underclothes were made of material that was soft against Shoyo’s skin, different from the light cotton he was used to, which could get a little stiff and scratchy if it wasn’t properly sunned.

The most bewildering part was that it was roughly Shoyo’s size. The kimono looked a bit wide in the shoulders, and it was a bit long when he held it to himself, but he still could’ve worn it fine. “Okami-san—”

“It’s yours.” He stared wide-eyed at the wolf, whose paws were shifting restlessly where he was sitting. “Just…just in case.”

“In case of what?”

“I dunno! Better to have it than not!”

“This is…this is too nice to have ‘just in case’!” Shoyo protested. “I think this is the nicest kimono I’ve ever touched, I can’t wear this!”

“Yes, you can!” the wolf snapped back. “It wasn’t made specifically for you, just tailored from mi— uh, a larger kimono. So don’t worry about the…the cost or anything. It’s yours.”

Shoyo fell silent, just kept looking back and forth between the kimono and the wolf. “Who…who are you, Okami-san? And whose house is this?”

“I told you, it’s mine. Are you done looking around?”

“That’s not an answer,” Shoyo grumbled, an echo of their stilted conversation on the journey, before saying a little louder, “I haven’t looked at the last room.”

“Don’t!” Shoyo froze at the wolf’s sharp tone, and the wolf himself looked surprised at himself. “I…I mean…it’s not a room for guests. It’s a mess, not meant to be seen. Just…don’t go in there.”

Shoyo narrowed his eyes at the wolf, but he just stared steadily back at him. “…Okay,” he eventually conceded.

“Okay. Good. Uh…thank you.”

“You’re…welcome?”

They lapsed into an awkward silence, broken by the wolf hastily standing. “Um…I’ll leave you to unpack. I’m going to hunt. Would you, uh…would you like me to hunt anything for you?”

It was an earnest question, that was clear despite the wolf’s awkwardness. That same strange softness from before returned to Shoyo’s chest, and he bit back a smile as he shook his head. “No…no, that’s okay. It’ll probably be too late for me to properly skin and clean it when you get.”

“Oh. Alright.” The wolf started to move, only to pause and turn back to Shoyo. “So…so if I went hunting in the morning, would you want me to bring something back? Since it’ll be earlier in the day?”

“Oh! Um…sure. If it isn’t too much trouble.”

“If it was, I wouldn’t ask,” the wolf huffed. “I’ll be back soon.”

With that, he left. Shoyo trailed after him, reaching the entrance to the house in time to see him leave the yard’s wood barrier and run off the path to disappear into the woods.

And then he was alone, with only the sun slowly crossing the sky for company. No brothers in arms. No family. Just…him, alone.

He stood there, silent in the entrance of the house, until he noticed an ache in his throat and a burning behind his eyes.

“None of that!” he abruptly declared, giving a solid clap on his cheeks to snap himself out of his creeping despair. “Okay! Dinner, then cleaning.” For as nice as everything was, it was impossible to ignore the dust that lined some of the surface, and the slight grime in parts of the floor.

So he set some rice to boil in the kitchen and, as he waited, he passed the time by sweeping the tatami mats through the whole house. Cleaning was surprisingly quick, thanks to the house’s small size, and by the time he was done, he had some freshly cooked rice ready for him.

Paired with some food he dug out of the kitchen, he had a nice, though hasty, dinner to take out to the engawa. After the journey of the day and his time sweeping, he was grateful for the cool mid-spring evening air. And on top of all that, he had a nice little dinner set up, considering how hastily thrown together it was.

As he ate, he fully took in the yard again, now that he knew what the house itself was like. This was…this was going to be his home for the next year. Considering he didn’t have his samurai work to leave for, nor any real need to hunt with the wolf taking care of that…he was going to be spending most, if not all, of his time here, at this nice little house in this nice little yard.

It really was nice. There were worse places to spend a year. He’d even wondered if the wolf was living in a cave somewhere, so this was one of the best-case scenarios. It was nice. He’d be okay.

Even if the wolf was living in a cave, Shoyo would have stuck it out, if it meant getting Natsu the medicine she needed. Compared to the near-certainty of death, this exchange was nothing. What was a year compared to Natsu’s life?

He told himself that and he even believed it. But that didn’t ease the ache of loneliness that had been threatening to fall over him since the wolf left to hunt. Without the distraction of cleaning or cooking, there was nothing to hold his deep-seated grief for his old life at bay.

He…he missed his friends, he missed Yamaguchi and even Tsukishima. He missed his work, the connections he had built with the people he was responsible for protecting. He missed training, sparring with the others, helping Yamaguchi take care of his garden, and even some of his studies.

And while he was already used to only seeing his mother and sister every once in a while, the knowledge that he wouldn’t even have that made him miss them so much, he couldn’t breathe from it.

He tried, he really tried, to hold the tears at bay. But once the first few escaped, there was no holding back the rest of them. Soon a few tears became full sobs that wracked his body so much, he couldn’t finish the last bites of his dinner. He shoved the dishes away and pressed his hands to his eyes, as though he could physically hold the tears back. But they just leaked between his fingers and down his chin, soaking the dirt beneath the engawa.

He didn’t know how long he sat there sobbing, letting out all of the stress and panic and anger and grief from the past week. His tears were justified, he told himself. He would just…cry it all out tonight, and face his new life head-on in the morning.

“Hinata.”

Shoyo abruptly sat up straight, and was mortified to see the wolf standing just a meter in front of him. “O-oh, Okami-san! I was just…eating dinner out here, since the weather’s so nice. I’ll, uh…I’ll clean up now.” He hastily shoved down the last bites of his dinner, swallowing them painfully around the lump still lodged in his throat.

“Hinata—”

“Lemme just…I’m just gonna clean this.” He gathered the dishes and hurried off to wash and store them away, leaving the wolf to stand alone in the front yard. The extent of his embarrassment didn’t fully sink in until he was washing up and putting on his short-sleeved sleep jinbei from home. “Spirits, what’s wrong with me?” he muttered. “Who cares if a wolf sees me cry? It’d be more surprising if I didn’t cry after leaving home.”

But his pride as a soldier combined with the manners he was supposed to show as the guest left his cheeks burning as he shuffled from the bath to his room.

As he crossed the main area, he spotted the wolf laying on the porch and gazing at the lowering sun. His embarrassment urged him to continue to his room, but he couldn’t bear just leaving him alone without saying anything.

“Okami-san?”

The wolf’s ears pricked up before he lifted his head to look at Shoyo. “Yes?”

“I just— I wanted to say—” Oh, he hated this. It had been so long since he truly floundered while talking to someone—he’d forgotten how wretched it felt. “Just…never mind. Good night. Thank you for the welcome.”

“Oh. I— it’s not—” The wolf paused with a huff, before saying in a quiet voice, “You’re welcome. Thank you for agreeing to this. Good night.”

With that, Shoyo closed himself in his room, setting up the futon by the soft light of his lamp and what moonlight could come in. He blew out the lamp, but left the window open as he slid into the futon, and when he fell asleep, the room was bathed in a soft, silvery light.

[airi-p4]

Fact check

Hi!! I’m back!

This is a short story I had planned for a while. For some unknown reason, I struggled a lot with it but I’m happy that I managed to finish it somehow. Enjoy?

Warning: Alya salt

Summary: Alya gets a scoop Marinette can’t ignore.  Will it be able to change Marinette’s mind and become her BFF once again?

AO3

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Alya snapped out of the little focus she had on what she was doing the moment she heard the doorbell. Soon, a rumbling noise and heavy quick steps getting closer followed. Her lips curved in anticipation. 'Here she comes'

Her chair spun to face the rushing figure that stepped in through the tardis door of her room.

"ALYA!!" Her smirk widened. She had been expecting her. "What's the meaning of this!"

'This' was what Marinette's finger pointed at an article on her smartphone screen. She seemed pissed, betrayed, over it. Just as the red-haired girl had expected, because the screen showed the newest entry of Alya's blog with bib capital letters. 'Breaking news: Clara Nightingale and Jagged Stone's son, Luka Couffaine are dating!' There were some photos of them attached under the ‘read more’ link.

"Oh, so you really didn't know, huh?" Alya teased. "Maybe your ‘best friend' is not as honest with you as you expected if he didn't tell you he was dating a celebrity-"

"That's not-!" Marinette protested. "It's all out of context!"

"Out of context? Really…?" Alya fixed her glasses as she opened a tap on her PC internet browser. "Look at this photo- backstage, behind the curtains. Clara Nightingale is up on her tiptoes, clearly kissing Luka"

"You can't say they’re kissing! You can’t even see their faces well!" Marinette protested.

"You can’t see them during the kiss, but you can a second later, and a second earlier too. It's clearly them. And Luka’s blushing. He never blushes. You know that. And they're happily smiling at each other!" She added.

"The angle is not even clear enough! You can't call it evidence!"

"Oh? So you want more evidence? Ok- I have plenty" Alya bragged, opening a new folder on her PC. And oh, she was really enjoying it. Her little revenge from having got replaced by Luka as Marinette's ‘best friend’ a while ago. Marinette’s decision had hurt her, and she wished to make her go through the same feeling of betrayal she felt. ‘She’s going to regret her choice’ Alya expected with a smirk. She continued with sorting the ‘evidence’.

"Here” a new photo showed on Alya’s screen. “Look at this: Clara shared a photo with Kitty Section merch, wearing Luka's mask saying how much she liked them. It could have been any mask, but she chose Luka!" Alya stopped to breathe before continuing. "Then, Luka posted a photo with all Clara Nightingale's album collection on IG, saying he’s been a fan for a long time and thanking her for her support. And guess what happened just five days before that? Exactly- Clara released her newest song, which is about pure beautiful love… A song that's called 'blueberry love'. She commented on social media how she was inspired by her 'dearest blueberry love 💙'. Do you really think this is a coincidence? Everyone knows Luka as 'blueberry boy', that's what his fans call him! Besides, there's even a reference in the music video. Look!” Alya pointed at a newly opened screen. “The boy that appears looks exactly like Luka: blue hair, black nails, accessories, the lighting bolt… and he’s even playing the guitar!"

"This is not-"

"Oh, c'mon, Marinette! What else do you need?"  Alya groaned "It's obvious! They’re dating! They're in love! Luka has been lying and keeping it from you! Accept it already!"

Marinette hated the victorious grin on Alya's face. But it wouldn't last long.

Time to strike back.

"This is some big misunderstanding"

"Really Marinette…?" Alya raised an eyebrow "You're still in denial? After all the proof I just showed you?"

"I’m afraid everything is out of context, Alya. I was there during that infamous photo"

"You were?" Alya raised an eyebrow. "Where? Because I can’t see you there"

"Just behind Luka. Whoever took the picture is really skillful and made sure I didn't get caught,'' Marinette said.

“This sounds like a bad excuse…” the blogger mumbled.

“Who sent you the picture? Who told you and convinced you of these lies?”

“A journalist doesn’t reveal her sources, but it’s a trustworthy one”

Marinette’s eyebrows frowned. If she wasn’t going to say, she would have to find out on her own. Who was there that day? Adrien? Nah- he wouldn’t do that, he was too busy dealing with his part of the show. Rose? Juleka? Ivan? No- They wouldn't. Wait- If Adrien and the Agreste models were there then-

“Was it Lila?” Marinette asked. The shock on Alya’s face revealed the answer. “Of course it was Lila. Of course you would believe Lila more than you believe me!” she sighed in disappointment. “Luka and Clara are not dating, Alya, so you better delete this article full of speculations and lies, if you don’t want problems…”

"How can you be so sure? My journalist intuition doesn't fail! Evidence and witness backs me up! I’m certain!" Alya protested. “Look Marinette- I’m trying to be a good friend and warn you about Luka. I want to be your best friend again”

"My best friend? Really?” Marinette said, incredulous. “You’re not my friend Alya. If you were truly my friend, you would have noticed I've been dating Luka for months now!“

"What?" Alya’s mouth opened wide at that “You’re-? You’re dating Luka…? For months…!?”

”Yes- I’m dating Luka. My ‘best friend’ who, according to you and Lila, is dating Clara Nightingale" Marinette’s tone was filled with anger. "You could have just asked me or been a little observant and you would have known. But no- you preferred to believe what Lila said because it was what you wanted to believe. Listen Alya, Clara's song is actually about Luka and ME, not Luka and her. Didn’t the girl in the MV reassemble me? You didn’t notice?"

‘Really?’ Alya had failed to pay attention, biased and convinced her assumptions were the ‘truth’. But after she mentioned it… "But-"

"Oh- and I was serious about warning you to delete the post, because both Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale have announced they will take legal action if the post isn't gone and a public apology is made within the next hours"

"What!?" Alya opened her eyes big as she read the announcement on Marinette's phone. It was Marinette's turn to smile victoriously.

"And now, if you excuse me, my boyfriend is waiting for me. And just in case you may misunderstand again, I’ll be clear now: we're not friends anymore. Good luck and goodbye, Alya."

"Wait! Mari-"

The tardis door of Alya’s room closed behind the twin-tailed girl before she could say anything else. Marinette couldn't hear her cry as she proudly stepped out, for the last time, of the house of the one that used to be her ‘best friend’.

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Marinette left a relieved sigh when she stepped out of the building. It had been intense, but she felt a weight that lifted from her shoulders.

"How did it go?" A voice startled her from behind, but she smiled widely when she turned to see her boyfriend.

"Luka!" She jumped to hug him.

"Everything ok?" He hugged her back.

"Yes! I told Alya everything and ended our friendship for good. I feel so much lighter now" She pressed her cheek on his chest. "I just hope she makes an apology message now and clears all the mess she created with misassumptions"

"Oh- Don't worry about that. She already deleted her post" he informed her. "I'm sure she must be recording her apology video right now. But even if she does that, I’m certain her reputation will be hurt forever"

"Well, that's her fault for not having the facts checked before posting a scoop or an article. That's what happens when you trust Lila more than your supposed 'best friend'. Serves her right"

"You sound satisfied” he kissed the top of her head. “And salty," he added in amusement.

"I am salty! And you should be too! I’m very proud of being your girlfriend! She hurt my pride too! And the fact that Clara's girlfriend almost believed Alya's article and breaks their engagement!? It all enraged me!"

Luka giggled at her cuteness. "Yes, you’re right. But at least you were there to clear up the misunderstanding. Clara said to say thank you. We agreed that it may be harder from now on to keep our coming collab a secret, but revealing the truth was much more important"

"I can't wait to see Alya's public apology" Marinette hummed.

"Oh- you have an evil side too, huh?" Luka teased, kissing her temple with a playful wide smile.

"Don't tell me you want to watch it too?" She teased back, sticking her tongue out.

Luka grinned at her and raised his brows before whispering to her ear: "I can't wait"

Marinette laughed out loud for a moment, while Luka was starting to fail repressing his own. They hugged tighter to keep their laughs silent, but they refused to stop for a minute.

When they finally stopped laughing and cleaned the tears that had formed off their eyes, they kissed one more time- Ok, make it three times (they never know when to stop when they start kissing)- and then, Luka offered Marinette a helmet and rode his bike happily to the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

They spend their evening snuggling together, watching TV and eating popcorn, and, even after everything that Alya did, they still felt a little bad for her when she cried through her apology video. They knew she was honestly sorry about what happened, but they couldn't forgive her. Someday, who knows? But not now. Not yet.

They hoped that at least she would actually learn a lesson and check her sources and their reliability if she still planned to be a journalist.

They didn't need any meddling in their relationship- Marinette had had enough of that through the last years. Besides, Marinette and Luka were, as Clara's song said: 'the most wonderful match- the purest, steadiest and most honest love she knew'.

FIN

[laurenairay]

By Your Side - T. Seguin

Summary: Tyler organises a birthday surprise for you.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: None

A/N: Happy birthday @texanstarslove​! When I found out it was your birthday today Em, I had to write a little something – so here’s a sweet little Tyler fic for you! Have the most wonderful day darling 💙

*

“Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to my baby,

Happy birthday to you!”

You laughed at the sight of your boyfriend’s video message, all three dogs competing to look at the screen too at the sound of their dad’s off-key singing. Not having Tyler by your side today was hard, harder than you thought it would be, but seeing his goofy face unashamedly singing from his hotel bed eased the ache in your heart, just that little bit.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there today babe, but I love you and I can’t wait to celebrate with you when I’m back!” Tyler said with a soft grin, “happy birthday!”

The video ended with him blowing a kiss at the camera, only making you smile even more. What an absolute sweetheart. This wasn’t the first birthday you’d spent without him, and you doubted it would be your last, but having the boys by your side and Tyler’s adorable birthday video on your phone made things that little bit easier.

You knew what you’d signed up for when you started dating Tyler Seguin.

Despite Tyler not being here today, it didn’t mean you were going to sit at home and mope, oh no. You had presents to open, naturally, after you made yourself a treat breakfast of waffles and blueberries, and then a birthday lunch at a little café near your mom’s place, where you’d meet your parents for a few hours and enjoy the sunshine, taking the dogs with you too. Tonight you had plans with a few friends for dinner and drinks, some of them bringing their partners while some were single, so it would be a good mixed group. To be honest, if Tyler couldn’t be by your side then this was the next best thing – he would’ve come along with you anyway to both of these events, so you knew it would’ve been great either way.

And today was going to be great – you’d make sure of it. It was your birthday, after all, and you were going to celebrate.

*

Spending time with your parents was a rarity, and having lunch with them to celebrate your birthday had been exactly what you needed. That, and the dogs had been given all the extra fuss they loved – your parents adored Marshall, Cash, and Gerry as much as you did – so they were snoozing beside you on the sofa while you answered birthday messages on your phone. It was a brief respite of peace and quiet for a few hours before you needed to start getting ready, and you were basking in it while you could. A little downtime was always good, right?

Then your phone buzzed with your favourite name, Tyler 💖, and you wasted no time in opening the message.

~

From: Tyler 💖

Look out the window!

~

You frowned down at the message, not understanding, but after reading it a second time, you gave into your curiosity and stood up from the sofa. Only Gerry followed you to the window, Cash and Marshall half-heartedly watching from their comfy spots, but what you saw made you freeze.

There, in the middle of the driveway, stood a figure holding a bunch of flowers, a big balloon and a large hand-drawn sign saying ‘Happy Birthday! 💖’…Tyler?

Without a second’s hesitation, you ran to the front door and threw it open, running out to greet him properly, Gerry’s barking alerting the other two dogs to come out too. What the hell? What the actual hell? How was he here? He wasn’t meant to be back until tomorrow!

“Okay, okay, down! Yes daddy loves you too!”

You snapped out of your shock at Tyler’s laughter, and looked at where he was kneeling on the ground, having dropped the sign to give the dogs the attention they were craving.

“Ty?” you murmured.

He was here?

He was really here?

“Hey baby,” he grinned, standing upright again.

The dogs wandered back inside as Tyler walked over to you, and you took the balloon and bouquet that he offered you without a word.

“Surprise?” he said, smiling at little sheepishly.

“I…I can’t believe you’re really here,” you breathed.

“I took an earlier flight – there was no way I wasn’t going to give my girl a kiss on her birthday,” Tyler shrugged.

“You…I…what?” you said, still a little in shock.

“I did say that I couldn’t wait to celebrate with you when I was back, not when I would be back,” Tyler grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

That was very true, the sneak…but still, what? Then again, if anyone was going to fly home early to surprise someone, it was Tyler. And you were the lucky person that got to experience that. Damn, he was really here. He’d really made the effort to fly home early, separate from his team, just to see you on your birthday? How was this real life?

“You’re ridiculous,” you said fondly.

“Too ridiculous?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Never,” you said quickly, smiling sweetly, “now, you said something about a birthday kiss?”

Tyler’s hesitance eased into a warm smile and he wasted no time in cupping your face with both hands, leaning down to kiss you softly. You all but melted into his body, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist, trying not to drop the balloon and flowers you still held in your hand. But he kept the embrace soft, and slow, and sweet, sending your heartbeat racing as the gentle kiss deepened it’s intensity. The things this man did to you.

Eventually he slowed the kiss down to a few soft pecks, resting his forehead against yours briefly.

“Damn baby,” he murmured, “are you sure it’s not my birthday?”

You tilted your head back and laughed, one of Tyler’s hands moving to rest against your waist, warming the skin easily, the thumb of the other hand stroking over your cheekbone.

“Hmm, let’s go inside before we give the neighbours a show,” you teased in a murmur, willing yourself desperately to cool down a little bit.

Now it was Tyler’s turn to laugh against your lips, pecking them with a gentle kiss one last time before he dropped his hands back to his side.

“I’m pretty sure we’ve got a few hours to fill before your birthday dinner, right?” he grinned, “I think I’ve got some good ideas on how to spend the time.”

Of course your friends were in on his surprise plans. Not that you were complaining. A familiar heat rushed through your body at his implication, your breath hitching in your throat, and you knew that Tyler noticed. Well, two can play that game.

“I’ve got an idea or two of my own,” you said simply, walking backwards towards the house, “you gave me a birthday surprise – now it’s time to give you one.”

Tyler’s eyes flashed with want, and you grinned in response. That was more like it.

“Race you?” he smirked.

Oh yeah, there was no other man you wanted by your side.

[thedrarrylibrarian]

Hi! I was so exited when I found this blog! Thank u for starting it! 💙 I read the fic Candyman a while ago and still can’t get bakery aus from my mind. Any chance you can recommend a few? Please and thank you!

Hello! Your holds have arrived!

I know my kitchen is about to be a mess with the baking that I'll be doing over the holiday season! If you're in a baking mood, you're not alone! Grab one of these fics and bake with Harry and Draco! Stay tuned under the cut and I'll share my favorite Ginger-Molasses Cookie Recipe with you!

Fic Mentioned in Ask:

Candyman by xErised (25,626 words, rated E)

Harry can't believe it when Malfoy sets up his chocolate shop right across the street from his own bakery. He's got to win this competition, but for some bizarre reason, his friends have become rather... chatty with the Slytherins lately. Post-Hogwarts.

Bakery AUs

Sweet as Pastry, Hot as Love by @tedahfromtayla (325 words, rated T)

Draco is all too happy to help Harry experiment.

Counting Stars by panicparade (913 words, rated G)

After a broken car and sudden stop at a bakery Harry just might start believing in fate.

Floral Pistachio by @curlyy-hair-dont-care (1,483 words, rated G)

Scorpius and Draco set out to buy Narcissa's birthday cake from her favourite bakery run by none other than Harry Potter himself.

Baker by @balletquartet (3,071 words, rated G)

A bakery, a cat, and two idiots hopelessly in love.

Blueberry Skies by @thepinraspberry (7,536 words, rated T)

Draco has a bakery and suddenly starts seeing a lot more of The Boy Who Lived Twice, because of a certain Hermione Granger.

Of Love and Treacle Tarts by olimakiella (7,635 words, rated M)

Harry Potter, Auror. His life is set. One chance meeting during lunch at a bakery, however, changes his mind. Now, Harry Potter, Auror has got issues and though Draco is willing to wait, Harry has to wake up and figure out what he wants for his life before Draco gets sick of waiting.

The Boy Who Baked by cassie_black (7,635 words, rated M)

As Harry reluctantly develops a working relationship with Draco Malfoy, he finds himself becoming interested in more than just business.

An Improbable Bout of Summer Madness by @ghaniblue (16,460 words, rated E)

Draco had planned a quiet, peaceful summer holiday with his son. The last thing he expected was to find Potter here, in Draco's little Cornish retreat. Making fudge in a shop? The idea was too ludicrous for words.

Sourdough by @academicdisaster24 (17,359 words, rated M)

Draco writes romance novels and doesn't leave his apartment much. Harry bakes bread and sells it to Draco. Draco is quite weird. Harry might like that.

Written Proof by @m0srael (34,072 words, rated E)

Draco's move home to Wiltshire after more than a decade is anything but easy. He's given up an illustrious career in journalism to pursue poetry, his mother's health is declining, and it seems that the War isn't quite as 'in the past' as Draco assumed. Luckily, he's found a supportive, if unconventional, community and a local bakery to haunt that sells the most divine macarons. Too bad Harry Bloody Potter has to storm in and shake everything up, per usual.

Knead by @jovialobservationanchor (83,103 words, rated E)

This is not a story about Harry renovating Grimmauld Place. This is a story about coffee shops and brewpubs, about Ginny and Luna on a farm with creatures, about magical Oregon, coastal road trips, flying, friendship, and Draco Malfoy's lean arms.

For more fun AUs, be sure to also check out my previous list - Fluffy Shop AUs!

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️

Lots of Love and Happy Reading (and Baking!)

PS Don't forget to click under the cut for my favorite cookie recipe!

The Librarian’s Favorite Ginger-Molasses Cookies

Ingredients:

- 3/4 cup softened butter

- 1 cup sugar

- 1/4 cup light molasses

- 1 egg

- 2 cups flour

- 2 tsp baking soda

- 1 tsp cinnamon

- 1 tsp ground cloves

- 1 tsp ground ginger

- 1/4 tsp salt

- 1/4 sugar (for rolling)

Directions:

1. Preheat oven to 350 F (176 C)

2. In a large bowl, beat butter, sugar, and molasses until fluffy. Add egg and beat until mixed in

3. In a separate, medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking soda, cinnamon, cloves, ginger, and salt.

4. Add the dry mixture into the wet mixture, pausing to beat until well combined.

5. Cover and refrigerate the dough for 30 minutes

6. Roll the dough into ~1" balls, then roll in 1/4 cup sugar

7. Place onto a cookie sheet, then flatten by pressing with the bottom of a glass

8. Bake for 7-8 minutes. These cookies are meant to be soft!

Enjoy!

[jiminrings]

yes drabble nights!! can i request rockstar/band jk :D im still dead from blueberry haired drummer jk 😔💙

“has anybody seen jungkook?”

that has got to be the mOST asked question from this day alone

sure they saw him at rehearsals because there is literally no other choice for him to be there

but it’s one hour before they go up on stage and they need to start looking for him like right fucking noW

seokjin and namjoon borrowed uniforms from the staff so they could thoroughly check if jungkook’s sneaked out to try and sit at one of the chairs again

one time he sat on a chair too long while the people were already pouring in and the girl whom the original seat belonged to lost her goddamn shit at hIM

kook had to do some damage control bc she kept yelling and he had to put his mask down a little

aaaaaand security had to piggyback him back to the dressing room :D

yoongi and taehyung are looking for him in the bathrooms and to be precise there are seventeen bathrooms in this venue and they’re all spread out

hoseok’s looking for jungkook at the spacious outside lounge and parking lot but all he sees are angry pigeons trying to corner him

jimin’s busting down the door of every artist lounge that there is and he is nOT having it because this has got to be a joke

jungkook oddly likes scavenger hunts a lot and he springs them out sO suddenly that everyone has no choice but to participate

one time at rehearsals, he hid everyone’s instruments and it was at midnight that everyone could come home 

he managed to hide jimin’s bass guitar????? the oBVIOUSLY big bass with the long neck and jungkook managed to hide it??? 

namjoon found his keyboard at a fLOWERBED????

taehyung found everyone losing their shit at jungkook’s impractical yet funny prank, because all that’s missing from him is his microphone

how hard could it be to find? sheesh

apparently the hardest,.,.,, because taehyung found his mic amongst forty-two similar mics and he had to test them one by one 

in conclusion: jimin is gonna get back at jungkook one day

like maybe he’d dust cinnamon powder all over his drum heads but maybe that guy would even LIKE it

jimin checks at the staff’s break room even if he knows that jungkook would never come inside

god forbid that jeon jungkook ever comes and stays in a room that isn’t freezing cold like how he likes it

this “scavenger hunt” sucks. -10/10 he would rather-

....

......

........ this is weird

“jungkook?”

jungkook’s sat alone at a couch in the staff room,, a room that isn’t freezing cold,,,, while he’s still in his stage outfit like the rest of them were

“hi?”

kook’s a little confused as to why jimin looks constipated with all the anger and confusion in his face

if he checked his phone instead of watching a crappy sitcom to pass the time, he would know that practically EVERYONE is looking for him

jimin.... is calm

inner peace inner peace inner peace inner peace inner peace inner peace inner peace inner peace inner peace inner p-

“jungkook,” there’s an edge to his voice, making the receiving end of his anger look at him with such wide eyes, “is there a reason why you’re here?”

the younger boy scrunches his eyebrows as if the answer is not already plastered to the air

he even tILTS his head at jimin like he’s the one at fault here

“i’m waiting for y/n! always brings me a smoothie before the show.”

“y/n the PA?”

jimin takes a shot in the dark as he tries to recall you, then recalling that you were a junior personal assistant and didn’t even interact with them directly all that much

you’re an assistant to the assistant!!!

jungkook eagerly nods his head, getting more comfortable on the couch as if he isn’t baffling jimin more than ever

even the members are coming to the doorframe one by one because they were on a group call the whole time

hoseok was about to faint because that has gOT to be jungkook’s evil clone and not jungkook himself in this warm room

“there’s a smoothie bar right outside our dressing room, kid,” yoongi all but mutters, trying to get to the bottom of this and nOT just have their drummer disappear all of a sudden because of a smoothie

“not from y/n though.”

jungkook insists and he’s oblivious to how everyone is somehow being tested by his nonchalance

they are tRYING to understand alright

“what is so special about-...”

taehyung doesn’t even have time to finish his sentence (kook wouldn’t have let him either) because someone’s coming in from the other door, a crinkling of cup holders filling the room

“sorry, sorry!!! i’m late oh my gOD my classes finished extra late today because the professor kept going on and on about the symbolism of blue curtains in this novel we were reading?? and we weren’t even halfway through it when she started explaining?? so anyways, i said miss may i please be dismissed early?? there’s a literal rockstar waiting on my smoothies everyday and-”

oh

jungkook is not the only one here

you barely got to see the guys all together outside of stage and that’s because you’re always assigned to the tasks behind the scenes

this is a total shock for everyone in the room clearly

jungkook likes your outfit today :D

maybe it’s just the crush that he’s harboring on you that makes him like every outfit or maybe you’re just the sweetest 

look at you!!! in your blue knitted cardigan that has little sheep characters knitted on them and a shirt underneath that definitely looks yours 

the blue satin shirts that jungkook wears is borrowed from you and that’s wHY he doesn’t answer any of them when they ask where he got it from

“h-hi! i only brought two smoothies,” you think out loud in panic, quickly retracting your hand when jungkook tries to grab his from your hand, “but i could pour them into tiny little cups!!! it could be like smoothie shots!!!”

....

yeah they understand why jungkook always disappears before shows and even cutting it close today because he was waiting for you

you are adorably endearing

jimin, who used to be the angriest at the whole situation, is now happily plopping onto the couch :D

“we should join in on this tradition, don’t you think?”

everyone laughs in unison in agreement and jungkook is suspiciously cackling tOO loudly, waiting until you’re out of earshot from getting the tiny little cups

jungkook has his eyes wide open that everyone’s a lil freaked out and at the verge of laughing at the same time

“i will quit this band if any of you just even try to join in on MY tradition with y/n!!!”

drabble nights: open!!

[xenotwink]

Yooo I also hc that Chiss are Very Tall. One of my OCs (the self-insert) is tall for a human but short for a Chiss (I am a short human), so it’s just funny to imagine someone only knowing her and then meeting her family looking up at them like “OH FUCK”

I love my OC I should do more with her and refine her story lmao she needs some love

How has your weekend been? The food looks very good I am Jealous. What’s your favourite pancake topping?

Did you get BOTW?

-💙📘🖋

Omg I love that so much. I imagine Ar’alani as being soooo tall, like just the tallest (im gay) and also Thrawn and the boys but her? Her.

Big fan of blueberries in pancakes but mostly just do butter (not real butter) and syrup (only real syrup in this house)

I haven’t gotten it yet! Still trying to decide. Plus I have a bunch of other games that I haven’t finished yet so 🤷 we’ll see

I hope you’re feeling a little better 💙

[salmonsaur]

That smile (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*

Episode 11, with all those little clips of Rachel and Bam... I loved it! The glowing fish underwater made the scenes really pretty. Also, Shibisu was probably one of the biggest highlights of the episode imo. Shibisu saying "I don't want Bam to have what's important taken from him" made me so sad (it made me think about the end of s2). I can't wait for the last two episodes. Especially for the part when blueberry boi takes over Khun's lighthouse... And the eventual end of s1. 💙

[thesorrowoflizards]

ezra i’d love to hear your thoughts on desserts? what are your faves and stuff you dislike the most? (yes it’s daydreaming about cooking and baking for the murder bois hours)❤️💖💜💙

god cooking is fun but im bad at it but im actually not terrible at baking and desserts--other than breaking eggs, which i still have to ask someone else to do because im a garbage baby

but Y E S  ok desserts are, great. i admit i actually like cooking them more than eating them a lot of the time? especially most cake 

although i do love strawberry cake,, my local grocery store’s generic bakery does this strawberry cake with whipped cream icing that tastes SO GOOD especially chilled. like idk bro that shit is good

chocolate cake is overrated but not disgusting (if its like Moist And Dense its pretty good especially with the right like, fudgey icing?) and vanilla is fine. better in cupcake form

as for like pie, i like pecan and certain kinds of chocolate pie a lot, i like apple and rhubarb but i might pick out some of the filling like a loser, pumpkin pie and coconut cream i can stand in small amounts bc unique flavor but not great texture. key lime and lemon meringue i ADORE in concept but in practice always seem to fail me. peach and cherry i just dont like im sorry :( i mean cherry is good if i just eat the cherry juice soaked crust like a heathen but pretty sure that doesn’t count

fglkhjfgh im trying to think of other desserts... spotted dick is TERRIBLE, had it once, i hate it. all bread pudding sucks im sorry 

cookies,,, chocolate chip is boring unless very fresh and gooey and a little underdone so its like warm cookie dough but not dangerous, shortbread is great if done right but needs something with it, anything with raisins is trash, sugar cookies are only good if they’re those weird soft lofthouse ones, double choc is fine, white choc macademia nut is fine.... i can’t think of any others rn 

apple turnovers? the shit. cherry turnovers? suck. those strawberry cream cheese ones the walmart near me has sometimes? delicious. i love fake strawberry shit ngl

same with fake blueberry shit like blueberry muffins or waffles with like, the weird processed blueberry stains that aren’t really blueberries? good blueberry flavor without the texture i hate

TARTS. LEMON TARTS AND CREAM CHEESE TARTS GOOD. 

uhhhHHHHH im sure im missing so many more desserts i know. some random other ones i’ve tried--churros (had some really good ones at one place and some really bad ones at another), sopapillas (always good but i somehow always make a mess), ice cream in general (strawberry and mint and superman are the best, chocolate sucks, and generally, i like frozen yogurt better. all good with caramel and like, turtle sundae kind of things), brownies (easy to get wrong but if right THE BEST), monkey bread (pretty good), doughnuts (almost all garbage), zeppoli (i liked the strawberry one, surprise surprise), uhhhhhhh im running out of desserts i can think of tbh fuck. uh, fudge, i like a lot of fudge, tbh, but in small amounts. don’t think i’ve had any i straight up hate although the maple nut one was kind of meh. (we used to go to this fudge shop on summer vacation to this same place because of like, family reasons, and we always got fudge so i tried a lot of different fudge. i even made some once!), cheesecake (good! i like it. my mom had a really good recipe for the plain stuff but she hates cooking so i never eat it), those french cream puff things? (nasty, flavorless, weir texture), those little cakes i used to get at my local chinese buffet that i don’t think were actually chinese but were very tasty (very tasty!! they sometimes had these little strawberry ones--I KNOW I KNOW STRAWBERRY LOOK IM A SLUT FOR IT OK), anything banana flavored that isn’t actually a sliced up banana (ew), custard (generally not that good?)..... that’s all i got for now i can’t think of anythng else but if you had any other specific ones in mind hmu (or if theres one i probably haven’t tried but you like you can tell me about it!) 

[slnnohan]

!!! hey boss!!! if you’ve played it already, how are you liking deltarune? i hope you’re doing good!!! -c 💙💙💙💙

HI C !!!! i played deltarune the day it came out !!!!!! and it is really good ! iiii haven’t beat That One In The Cage yet because i am not very good at video games but i am trying !

i’m doin fine! v busy / tired so it’s been kinda dead on my end from a social media perspective ;;;

i love lancer.,, that’s my baby. that’s my baby boy !!!!! my little blueberry ! 💙

[jade-green-butterfly]

A very Happy Birthday to our darling bois, the Matsu Brothers~! (May 24th) 8D 💗💙💚💜💛💖 I am thrilled to have whipped up a very special gift for them, featuring my character, Misha-chan with a very deliciously special birthday cake she has made, especially for them~<3 >w< The cake has real mouthwatering chocolate ganache with multi-coloured candies, and the faces and little pine tree in the centre are made out of fondant icing, yummy! *¬*  Also, each section of the cake will taste different OvO Osomatsu's section will taste like strawberries, Karamatsu's section will taste like blueberries, Choromatsu's section will taste like apples, Ichimatsu's section will taste like grapes, Jyushimatsu's section will take like bananas and Todomatsu's section will taste like cherries~ ^.^ From me and Misha-chan, gave an awesome day Matsu Brothers, with love and best wishes~! <33 *cuddles* =^o^= ((Original link - https://healercharm.deviantart.com/art/Happy-Birthday-Dear-Matsus-From-Misha-chan-746258901)) Osomatsu-san (c) Fujio Akatsuka Misha Chou (c) @jade-green-butterfly (Me!)

[teen-cups-au]

FOLLOWER’S SUBMISSION: ✨Recovery✨

😘💙¡A Teen Cups Fanfiction Submitted by a follower!💙😘 

💕Recovery part 2 💕

Warnings: Light angst, injections, inaccurate medical stuff 

The next day.

Cuphead woke up Mugman was still sleeping.. He put his hand in front of his nose «allright he is breathing! Phew!»  He checked the clock. It was time to do what he had to do. Cuphead would take care of him. Wash the wounds with chamomile and aloe. He would use  a special cream to alleviate the burning sensation on Mugman's skin.

The fever was still high 40C°. Cuphead took a cool piece of cloth and put it on Mugman's forehead. Mugman managed to give him a small smile as  "thank you". Cuphead smiled. He gave him 2 tablespoonful of syrup that had mango flavor.

He was sweating a lot. He took a new silk shirt. He help Mugman wear it.  He brought some tea with honey and a small bowl of oatmeal with strawberries and blueberries.  He fed him "Chew well okay?" he smiled.  Mugman nodded, smiled and swallowed. Cuphead continued feeding him. "Good boy! :p" He had eaten it all.

Later when the time was right he took the injections.... Sighs... The injections  were quite painful.. Cuphead gave Mugman his shirt. For some reason it seemed to alleviate the pain and keep him calm. He found it cool, adorable in a way... He really didn't want him to suffer from such excruciating pain; However they didn't have a choice...

He tied a belt a little above his elbow. He patted his hand a little so he could see the vein, he injected a small dose in his hand. He looked at Mugman. "You okay bro?" he asked. "Yes. You sure have a tender touch. I didn't feel anything." Mugman said Cuphead smiled.

Andrea came, " Good Morning boys! (◍•ᴗ•◍)" They smiled " Good morning!" they said. "I'll be back" Cuphead said and  left for a while.  Andrea said "Its gonna hurt a little! If you feel dizzy or you need a break tell me okay?" - "Okay.." he replied.

Cuphead came inside,  holding a book, it had a  light green cover and  pictures of different insects outside. "Will I bother if I stay?" he asked. "Nope! No problem! I just want to have a good look at his back." She took a big needle. Cuphead saw it.. Yes. He freaked out but for Mugman's sake he said nothing. Mugman hadn't seen the needle. He attempted to look only for Cuphead to take his face and say "Ep ep ep keep your eyes on me k?"   Mugman nodded "Allright."

Cuphead gave Mugman his shirt. He had taken a shower and he hadn't smoke. So his clothes won't smell cigar.

He opened the book "This was your favorite when you were younger." he said smiling. Mugman smiled "You remember that?" he asked. "Yup. You will always come to my room sometimes and read!"

Mugman buried his face in Cuphead's shirt. "Sorry.." Mugman said, Cuphead chuckled "No worries bro! In fact I learned quite a few things!"

He started reading, about butterflies, dragonflies, stick bugs, ladybugs etc.

Mugman was distracted. Andrea injected the syringe a little above his hip. Mugman felt it.. He held tightly Cuphead's shirt and hand. Cuphead held Mugman's hand and squeezed it a little.

"Allright Im done! I'll check on you again! Have a nice day boys!! Call us if you need something or just talk!" she said  "Thank you Andrea! Have a nice day too!" they said.  She smiled and left closing the door behind her. *Clank *

The first days were really the most difficult.

It was one of those nights again. Mugman woke up at night wheezing, coughing and groaning in pain. Cuphead sensed Mugman  discomfort.

Cuphead woke up "Mugs?!... What's wrong?!" he asked frightened "...hu..rts...ca..nt..bre..ath...e" *WHEEZE GROAN COUGH COUGH COUGH HACK COUGH COUGH COUGH HACK GROAN *

"Where does it hurt?" he asked. "*cough* ch-che....st"

He took his inhaler and pain killers. "Here have these!" he put the inhaler on his lips "breathe! Slowly and deeply" *pchit pchit pchit pchit pchit* Mugman  followed Cuphead's instructions. His breathing came back to normal after 2-3 minutes.  Cuphead took an injection that relaxes the muscles in the airways, he injected it in his left arm. Later he gave him 3  pills that were half red half blue (painkillers) (💊) 

Mugman took them, he drank some water and instantly relaxed. "Thanks" he whispered. "Are you feeling better?" Cuphead asked.. Mugman nodded. "Yes. Thank you! "he whispered. They went back to sleep. Cuphead hugged Mugman "sleep now im here!" They fell asleep holding hands.

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💕¡End of part 2!💕

😄💙¡Thank you for reading!😄💙

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MOD’S REPLY:

Doudy (mod) : Ok first of all: If I take time to reply, it's that aside of submissions not appearing in the ask box on laptop for some time now, I also don't get notifications for it, even on mobile 😑

And yeah, had the idea of adding ”FOLLOWER’S SUBMISSION” and ”MOD’S REPLY” to make it even clearer that it’s a submission XD

Alright nice! I was waiting for this! *rubs hands*

The tables have turned. Cuphead is awake earlier than Mug now XD

”Good boy” lol. Good, he has appetite.

Cuphead’s shirt: Mug’s new plush.

Cuphead’s training at poker face was for this needle moment lmao.

Dang, poor boy... Suffering from 2 things at once.

Such a sweet moment in the end, aaah 💙