#Nanaimo Smiles

[newsbites]

NANAIMO — It’s a week during the year where a good smile can be extra rewarding.

Tim Hortons’ annual Smile Cookie campaign kicks off Monday, May 1 for seven full days where proceeds of Smile Cookies sold at local outlets will go towards the Nanaimo Regional General Hospital Foundation.

[bunnys-kisses]

welcome to the bunny's bakery!

how can i take your order? all you have to do is pick a dessert, drink and driver/character of your choosing! are you in the mood for a mille-feuille or a big slice of chocolate cake! please, please, please indicate who you want me to write about!!

the servers are from the following: formula one, call of duty, baldur's gate 3, haikyuu, one piece, jujustu kaisen, detective comics (dc), marvel comics (but i am open to any other fandoms you might have in mind! please do not hesitate to ask!!)

i do also accept polyam relationships! (pairing + reader), up to about four people! just to make it manageable on my end!

all orders can be made to the inbox for @bunnys-kisses and i'll get your order together asap! also let me know if you want it extra sweet or a little more spicy !

mille-feuille: “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

butter tart: "let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

sugar pie: “gonna let daddy hear ya?”

zebra cake: "well, what do we have here?"

carrot cake: "swallow it. all of it."

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family."

pots de crème: "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo."

oat flapjacks: "i'm not scared of you."

persian rolls: "it's mandatory i finish. you getting to finish is a treat."

spice pie: "i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut."

mushroom pie: "if you don't shut up. i'm going to shut you up."

lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making."

swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you."

pumpkin pie: "i've met strays who were more obedient."

pastry braid: "your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

sausage roll: "i wonder how much i could get for photos of this cunt."

pithivier: "if you don't behave, i'll let the boys take care of you."

tiramisu: “my little slut to ruin.”

sponge toffee: "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?"

pull-apart bread: "i love you"

powered sugar donuts: "marry me."

blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.”

pudding chomeur: "i don't share."

ice cream bars: “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine."

chocolate cake: "do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day."

soufflé: "i'll be gentle."

fried dough: "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours."

apple pie: "now be good and beg. thank you."

vanilla cheesecake: "where are your manners?"

berry trifle: "wrong. try again."

maple cream pie: "either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck."

s'more: "The accent gets to you, doesn't it?"

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night."

pancakes: "if you bite me. i'll bite you back."

loaf of whole wheat bread: "you're going to shut that mouth and take me."

jos louis: "does someone need a daddy?"

maple taffy: "oh my god you're stupid."

snowballs: "don't worry, drug tests aren't till next week."

shortbread cookies: "and who does this belong to?"

flan: "i'm not possessive... i'm obsessive."

peach cake: "if you spill a drop, we start all over."

angel food cake: "if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you."

red velvet cupcake: "if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one."

mince pie: "i'm not jealous."

banana bread: "i'm going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until the only word your little brain can form is my name."

crumb cake: "if you just listened, all of this could've been avoided."

chocolate chip cookies: "you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat"

nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it."

coffee cake: "knees. now."

sourdough bread: "i'm going to breed you."

blueberry muffins: "i don't think it'll fit."

pound cake with strawberries: "you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."

croissant: "i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me."

crepe: "pretty girl."

french toast: "you're trying to make me jealous!"

churros: "if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?"

shortbread squares: "you're just mad that that my cock fits perfectly in you now. must be a blow to the ego that we're a perfect match."

savory pastry: "let your brother find out."

sweet pastry: "i'll make it all better."

eclairs: "the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut."

boston cream pie: "yeah, i'll use protection."

bagel: “gonna paint you with my teeth.”

crostata: “stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.”

tres leches: "i wonder if your brother know i cum in you."

peanut butter bars: “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.”

eton mess: "be careful. your breath smells like cum."

scones: "but what if they see us!"

english muffin: "aw, is someone crying?"

honey cruller: "i forget how small you are sometimes."

banana split: "don't look at me like that."

beer brownies: "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog."

fudge: "your father is pissing me off."

sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

hot cross buns: "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up."

brownies: "you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

chocolate mousse: "the only necklace you need is my hand around your throat"

tim bits: "stupid little thing."

fruitcake: "i'll make tonight special."

cornmeal muffin: "i need you most."

devil's food cake: "you're my most unhealthy obsession."

crème caramel: "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?"

banana & chocolate muffins: "i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them."

custard tart: "i've never done this before."

cinnamon rolls: "no one needs to know."

mango sorbet: "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?"

date squares: "you look better with my marks on you."

figgy duff: "if i buy it, will you stop pouting?"

spicy upside down cake: "let's play a game: don't get caught."

cream puffs: "let me finish inside."

profiteroles: "come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go."

with a side of:

coffee: rivals

tea: semi-public/public sex

juice: cockwarming

mocha coffee: breeding kink

bubble tea: daddy kink

a vodka shot: rough sex

sparkling water: gentle sex

coconut water: alternate universe

energy drink: doggy style

champagne: sugar daddy situation

hard lemonade: possessive behaviour

espresso shot: dirty talking

a glass of wine: cowgirl position

ice capp coffee: werewolf au

bloody mary: vampire au

martini: mafia au

frozen latte: dumbification

frozen lemonade: consensual non-consent

cranberry juice: mean!character

glass of water: aftercare

chocolate milk: tenderness

milkshake: size kink

pina colada: pregnancy

cider: body worship

mai tai: loss of virginity

margarita: unprotected sex

mint julep: punishments

chai: biting/hickies

earl grey: big cock

fishbowl cocktail: protected sex

tonic water: age gap

matcha latte: collars/bondage

root beer: filming/recording

soda: jealousy

americano: oral sex

whisky: degrading language

vitamin water: dom/sub dynamic

irish coffee: high sex

sangria: drunk sex

dark roast coffee: sub!character

dark hot chocolate: sub!reader

iced tea: accidentally launching relationship

lemon water: university/college au

naked & famous: bimbo/ditzy!reader

on the house: author's choice!

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[coqvttes]

Hii! I'd love to see a nsfw drabble with Nanaimo and the song, "older" by Isabel LaRosa! Also I'm so sorry about your recent incident with the group and stuff :( I really do hope that your schol does something. Also congrats on 600!! I love your writing🫶

୨୧― ❝𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒❞ — 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 heyy nonnie! you're literally a genius, i have always pictured nanami with this song?? and thank u babes, it's all been sorted outt and ily!

nsfw : fem!reader, sub!reader, older!nanami, manhandling, public sex, professor x student trope.

"baby, am i your little secret?"

professor nanami finds it very difficult to concentrate on todays lecture the moment you enter the hall. late as usual, dolled up in that tiny little thing you call a skirt, and your lips, glossier than ever.

and gosh when you finally sit down, with the way your legs cross under the table, it allows him to catch a sneaky glimpse of what he might be getting later.

he gulps, it's wrong, really. he's your professor, at least ten years older than you. he shouldn't be doing this, whatever "this" is, with you.

"eighteen, i'm old enough to keep it"

secret kisses, rushed touches and those looks you give him from your seat in the hall, it’s all he can think about as he tries to get through the lecture.

he chokes on his own words when you unwrap a lollipop, popping it into your mouth to suck on it slowly. he coughs and restarts his sentence, turning away to face the blackboard in hopes of getting you off his mind.

and then, at the end of the lecture, as you walk up to to his desk to hand in your research paper, his hand brushes over yours, and your eyes meet with his, gosh he looks so good in that button up.

"professor, i was wondering if i could get some feedback on the assignment." you look up at him innocently through your lashes, your fingers sliding up his arm as the last student leaves the room, grinning up at him.

"think i need someone older"

somehow, you find yourself bent over his smooth oak wood desk, your skirt flipped up as he tugs your cute little panties to the side, groaning at how wet you are.

gasping as he pushes into your cunt, you rest your cheek on the table as your eyes practically roll back into your head from how full he makes you feel. he begins to push himself in and out of you, yours nails begin scratching at the wood.

his hands glide under your top up your back and to your front to grope your breasts. switching from fondling them greedily to pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples.

"mmm-ah faster!" you cry, you voice is shaky and desperate as you cling onto the edges of the oak wood desk. skirt flipped up as he slams into you repeatedly, palms gripping onto your hips tightly.

"just a little bit colder"

you mewl out lewdly as he leans down his chest almost pressing shading your back as he pants in your ear. the sounds bouncing off the walls of the room are obscene.

a combination of gasping, faint slapping noises and his deep groans that make you tumble over the edge of ecstasy.

in the afterglow you find yourself grinning when he fixes your skirt, helping you up on your feet with a chaste kiss on your cheek. mumbling something along the lines of "keep up the good work". you smile at how sexy he looks when he fixes his tie, then combing his hair back with his fingers.

you love when he can change his whole demeanor the moment he has to get back to work, students entering the classroom, greeting him as they find their seats. that same serious and stoic demeaner that will always crumble for you from the flutter of your lashes.

[cheeeeseburger]

Dream girl Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Sidney Crosby x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Oh wow! I had absolutely no plans to write multiple parts, let alone turn it into a serie but here we are, thanks to the lovely comments i have received! Your kindness is very much appreciated. Anyway, English isn't my first language, enjoy!

In the past, Sidney Crosby always felt like there were too many team events, to the point where he was getting annoyed by them. Now, he wished there was one every week, every day even.

There weren’t enough opportunities for him to see you. Scrolling through your social media was fun for the first few hundred times, but it wasn’t enough.

He needed to see you in person to smell your perfume, to admire the way your hair frames your face, to soak up the smiles that you were slowly starting to get every time his eyes met yours. He wished there was a baby shower every weekend so he would get to see you all dolled up in baby blue or pale pink. He wished it was the team’s charity event every night so he would get to see you all dolled up again. He wished he had the privilege to see you everyday.

You were the Daisy to Sidney’s Gatsby. The next team party was a few weeks away, but Sid couldn’t wait that long. Just like in the classic American novel, Sidney decided to throw a party. He decided to lure you in with the snacks he remembered you mentioning to him instead of a green light. He just hoped his love story would turn out better than Gatsby's.

There was an important football game coming up and Sid decided that it was the perfect excuse for him to throw a party. Everyone was pretty surprised because he had never hosted before. However, the players and their families soon learned that when Sidney Crosby hosts, he goes all out.

Honestly, he didn’t give a damn about the game. It hurt a bit to see all these people entering his house, since he liked privacy so much, but when he opened the door and got blinded by your smile, it was all worth it. He didn’t even give a look to your boyfriend, his teammate, standing behind you.

“Here, for our generous host,” you said, gifting him a beautiful bouquet of flowers. It was so thoughtful; his heart melted a little. Sidney had never received flowers before. He wished he was the one greeting you with a bouquet of flowers on your porch on your way to date night but for now, it would have to do.

“I also made Nanaimo bars, because you mentioned you liked them, right?” you added, eyes full of hope.

His heart ran a marathon in his body. Was it fair to ask you to marry him in front of your boyfriend?

“Yeah, you’re right. I love them. Thank you so much. Come on in!” Love them was an understatement. He would now crave them every time he thought of you, so at all time, basically.

It was surreal to see you in this environment, so intimate. In his mind, he was picturing everywhere he would have you, how far away from the bedroom it was, how much your moans would echo throughout the house. That little table in his entrance would be perfect for when you two wouldn’t be able to wait, after he had his hand on your thighs all night long at dinner and you made a show of licking your spoon at dessert. He just knew you would look good bent over his kitchen counter or with your hands tied to his bedframe.

Anyway. This entire evening felt like his own personal heaven or hell, he couldn’t decide. It was heaven to see you all cozied up in HIS couch, but it was hell to see you in your boyfriend’s lap on HIS couch. It was getting too much, so he hid in the kitchen.

God, he wanted you. You were his dream girl, the one made for him. He just knew your bodies would fit just right. Your bed chem would be insane. He would talk you through it and when it would get too much for you, he would tuck you in his arms and whisper how much he adores you until you fell asleep. When you would wake up, he would make you sit on the counter wearing nothing but his dress shirt and he would get on his knees for you while the pancakes turned golden brown.

And then, someday, preferably very soon, he would marry you and then he would put a baby in you.

“Need some help cleaning up?” Oh God. His Angel was talking to him. You walked in the kitchen with a glowing halo around your silhouette and suddenly, all the commotion from the other guests in the living room disappeared.

“That’s okay, I’ll do it in the morning. I was just getting another beer.” For good measure, he finished the rest of his beer, which definitely wasn’t nearly empty.

What a sight to see. For once, Sid wasn’t the one who couldn’t help but stare in awe. He felt your eyes on him as he tilted his head back and brought the bottles to his lips, condensation dripping on his neck. He wanted you to lick it off him. With your slightly parted lips and the sudden flush on your face, he gathered you wanted to do the same.

Your eyes widened but you managed to hide your desire quite well. Or at least you thought so. It was the cutest thing Sid had ever seen.

“Here, let me help you. I’ll do the dishes, then you can dry them and store them away.” You threw him a drying towel, looking away to hide your cheeks turning bright red.

“Thanks a lot, but you really don’t need to help me, although that’s very kind.” His love was beautiful, sweet, and also generous. You really were his dream girl.

“I want to, Sidney. I want to be a good guest, so you invite me again.” Once again, your eyes widened. “I mean, invite us! Us being me and my boyfriend, my boyfriend and I, you know?” Here you again with the rambling. Adorable, but frustrating since it seemed like you couldn’t get past the guilt. Still, that was a pretty flirty comment, and Sid felt like he just scored a hat trick.

Sidney threw the dish towel on his shoulder. “Alright then, if you insist, beautiful. But you should know that you’re always welcome here, even if you don't do the dishes. I mean it.” You blushed because his gaze was so intense. He was so serious about this. He needed you to know that it was the truth.

“Thank you. If I ever need you, I’ll reach out to you. Same goes for you, though. If you ever want the recipe for my Nanaimo bars, just ask.” Oh, your train of thoughts was so innocent. His was not.

 “Oh, I think I’ll reach out to you for more than that, beautiful. In fact, why don’t you give me your cellphone number?” Was this high school all over again? Asking for a cute girl’s phone number?

Honestly, he thought he had gone too far. You were so loyal to the rookie; he never thought you actually give it to him.

But you reached out for your phone in your back pocket and gave it to him. “Here. Give me yours, and I’ll give you mine.”

When he got it back, you had put your name alongside a red heart. His phone was burning in his pocket.

He shouldn’t have found it so endearing, but he did. Sidney was feeling butterflies in his tummy, actual butterflies, just like in the movies and books. He had never felt that way before.

It was comparable to being on the top of a rollercoaster, knowing that the drop was coming. Sidney knew you two would have a love story for the ages, he just needed yo to get you on the same rollercoaster.

After that, you two did the dishes, chatting casually, sharing shy smiles into the reflection of the window behind the sink, the background noise of the guests cheering keeping you company. Sidney loved the domesticity of it all, he thrived on it even. His dream future looked exactly like that.

Soon, the last glass was dried, the cutlery all stored away. You faced each other and no one spoke. This wasn’t an awkward silence, it was the kind you share with someone you can understand without pronouncing a single word.

Right now, his mind was screaming “I want to kiss you and never let you go. I want you to redo the house and move in with me. I want to marry you and love you forever. I’ll give you anything you want, but I just want you to realize I’m your dream man, just like I know you’re my dream girl”, but yours only said “I want to kiss you”. So he did just that.

You both leaned forward oh so carefully, unsure of what would come next. Softly, Sidney pushed a strand of hair away from your face and his hand landed under your jawline. You stopped breathing, and he tilted his head and suddenly, your lips were on his. Barely there, but still there.

He had time to savour them for a few short seconds before a loud noise erupted from the living room. The team everyone was rooting for scored. You gasped and pulled away immediately.

“I got to go; I think my boyfriend’s calling my name. I’m sorry, Sidney.” You ran away and Sidney refused to turn around. It would be too painful to see you getting curled up in another’s man lap, especially since your boyfriend never actually called out for you.

Just like in his dreams, you slipped away. But those weren’t dreams. They were nightmares. And they were becoming true.

[kohakurin8]

Canada Day

An Aziracrow fanfic

It was July, and a rather warm one at that. Warm, but not too hot; just enough to be pleasant.

At least, that was the weather in Canada.

“I still don't quite get why you wanted to visit Canada, angel,”

Crowley inquired with his hands in his pockets. They were standing on the sidewalk, watching a festive but quaint parade march its way down the street.

At least, that's what Aziraphale was watching happily. Crowley, however, was thankful that his dark glasses hid the little glances he kept stealing.

“Well, what's not to get, dear boy?”

Aziraphale responded, smiling at the floats of cheerful folks followed by a spirited marching band.

“It's fun! Look at all the culture we get to enjoy!— You know, I heard that there's no real standard celebration in Canada for their independence day. Isn't that charming? Why, it's a whole country of people just…happy to celebrate and be themselves, even just for a single day.”

“Well, when you put it like that …”

Crowley made a sort of mocking expression, caught somewhere between wanting to look cool and indifferent but also being completely moved by his angel's words. After all, it was hard to remain unswayed when Aziraphale spoke like that.

His smile was like the gentle sunshine of a spring day.

“Alright, guess we might as well enjoy this Canada Day business. Where to next, angel?”

Aziraphale turned away from the parade to think for a moment, scanning the different stands which had taken over the sidewalks and street a bit farther down.

“Hm, let's see… Do you think they have anywhere that sells books?”

“Mmm, dunno,”

Crowley replied, looking around for himself.

“Looks like it's mostly carnival games, kiddy rides, ‘n confections.”

“Confections, you say?”

The demon immediately knew he'd said the wrong thing when Aziraphale turned to look at him with excitement and eyes as bright as stars.

Crowley's biggest weakness.

~~

Before long, the two had acquired a handful of Canadian sweets to keep them company as they perused the various attractions.

“Oh, these are simply wonderful!”

Aziraphale exclaimed as he bit into a small butter tart. He had an order of about five of the sugary treats in a small bag, with a moderately sized Nanaimo Bar at the bottom saved for later.

“But terribly sweet. So, so sweet.”

“Well, s’long as you like it, angel,”

Crowley replied, taking a lick of his strawberry cheesecake lolly. He never entirely understood how Aziraphale could love nearly every food he came into contact with, but it still always made the demon happy to watch. After all, it was thanks to Crowley that Aziraphale came to love food in the first place, and that was something he was always quite proud of.

“So what do you want to do from here? Anything catch your fancy?”

“Hm? Mm…”

Aziraphale was admittedly half distracted by the sticky-sweet treat, attempting to draw his attention back to the various attractions.

“Oh! Crowley, dear, are you any good at ring toss?”

“Hm, I reckon pretty decent at it,”

That was a lie.

“Want me to win ya something, angel~?”

Crowley smirked, which made Aziraphale start to stumble over his words. That wily serpent…whenever he acted so cool and confident like that, it made the angel feel things he couldn't even attempt to describe.

“Oh! Uhm.. Well, ah… I, I don't suppose you have to. If you… don't want…”

The stammering only made Crowley more confident. He was already sashaying to the ring toss stand with that ridiculously smug smirk, causing Aziraphale to hurriedly trot after him.

However, the game they were met with was … much more challenging than originally planned.

“This isn't bloody ring toss!”

Crowley griped, holding up a plastic “ring” that was actually shaped like a maple leaf.

“You can't just put a hole in anything and call it a ring!”

“My dear boy, calm down!”

Aziraphale attempted to calm Crowley. Though, as he knew that wouldn't go anywhere, he instead turned to the young woman attending the attraction.

“I'm terribly sorry, miss.”

“Oh, don't worry! It's fine, rea—”

“Don't apologize for a shitty game, angel!”

Crowley interjected, even more furious as his twelfth toss had kissed the rim of the pole and skipped away. Under any other circumstances, the demon couldn't have cared less about playing the game, let alone how good he was at it or how much miracled money he wasted on it.

But this was different.

This was for his angel.

And he'd be blessed if he didn't win that silly life-sized plush rabbit for Aziraphale to pull out of a silly magician’s hat, just for Crowley to see the silly smile on his silly angelic face.

Seeing as Crowley was clearly losing his mind over this, Aziraphale couldn't bear it any longer. He sighed, watching his demon begin to smoke (quite literally!) and performed a sly miracle of his own.

Suddenly, all of Crowley’s shots were perfect. Even the ones that seemed impossible.

“Congratulations, sir! Guess the 20th time's the charm, ey?”

The attendant giggled as she presented Crowley with a white rabbit plush, bearing a red maple leaf on each side.

“Yeah, yeah. Come off it. Thanks,”

Crowley took his prize, hiding his giddy bashfulness under layers of swank and swaying hips as he left the attraction. Aziraphale followed him, incapable of keeping his own smug grin to himself.

“See? If you just keep trying—”

“Here, angel,”

The demon interrupted Aziraphale, nonchalantly handing him the rabbit.

“You can...use it for your magic act or something. ‘s real soft.”

Aziraphale looked at Crowley with surprise as he took the plush, as if his heart was touched in the softest way imaginable. Crowley could never tell if the angel was genuinely that dense or if it was all an act, but it still never ceased to give him flutters in his stomach.

“Oh, Crowley… You were doing all that for me? Is that why you were getting so ruffled?”

“Don't think too hard about it, angel. Let's just move on.”

~~

The pair eventually came upon another carnival game during their walk, which made Aziraphale stop and stare for a moment. After walking past him a few paces, Crowley spun around and matched back to his angel's side.

“I say…. What exactly is this game? Whack-a-Beaver?”

“Mm? Looks like…humans are bludgeoning fake beavers… Seems fun enough.”

“Fun? What ever do you think is fun about hurting animals??”

“Ahh, c'mon, angel. They're not real! If you can't understand what's fun about it, then why don't you,” he made a flouncy sort of movement with his hands. “Ehhhhhh, you know. Try it out for yourself.”

“What? Try it out?”

Aziraphale made an expression that was somewhere between indignation, anxiety, and consideration.

“Ohhh, I don't know…”

“C'mon, Aziraphale! It's your turn to play a carny game!”

Unfortunately, Crowley was already shoving him to the stand.

Before he knew it, the angel was standing before a medium box with six holes where squishy, mechanical beavers would pop out and taunt him.

“So, if I'm not mistaken… Whenever a beaver pops out of one of the holes, I'm to give it a whack with this…comical mallet?”

Aziraphale honestly wasn't sure whether to be delighted or disturbed by this game.

“You got it!”

The gentleman manning the game smiled brightly, turning the machine on.

“It's as simple as that. Get ready, here they come!”

Crowley stood to the side and smirked as Aziraphale nearly panicked before the game even started. However, despite the incredibly campy Pop-Goes-The-Weasle tune playing from the game, the angel was able to compose himself. He was even able to whack a couple beavers!

Until it got faster.

“Uh… C-Crowley…? Crowley dear Lord, they're so fast!”

As Aziraphale struggled with his poor celestial brain being in panic-lock, Crowley couldn't help but chuckle.

“Maybe you should channel some of that pent up frustration with Heaven and whatnot? Hitting things is a great way to release anger.”

“Pent up frustration? I don't have any pent up frustration, I—”

Still attempting to whack all the beavers, and failing miserably at it, the angel’s protests were cut short.

“What about when the Gavotte went out of style?”

“Oh, that's just humans. I can't possibly be angry about that—”

“What about when Jack died in Titanic?”

“Well, that's really more sad than mad—”

“How about when Beelzebub tried to melt me in a bath of bloody Holy Water?!”

PING!!

There it was, the chord which struck Aziraphale’s sore spot. As soon as Crowley mentioned that awful day, he was able to hit the much faster beavers in the head. Suddenly, the concept made sense.

“Oh… Oh! I think I've got it now!”

The particularly unhinged look on Aziraphale's face was beyond unnerving for the nice man running the game, but even more attractive to the proud demon watching him.

He was starting to have a rather fun day.

~~

By the time night had descended upon the Canada Day festival, Crowley was lying on his back upon a picnic blanket, admiring the stars above. It was such a clear and beautiful night, but all Crowley could think about was the lovely day he'd had with his angel.

His angel, who was currently reading a book beside him as they waited for the festival’s fireworks show.

“Hey… Aziraphale?”

“Hm? Yes, dear?”

Aziraphale responded without looking up from his novel, instead carefully turning a page before taking a bit of the poutine between them.

“I uh…. I wanted to say, thanks for convincing me to come here. It's been fun.”

“Well, I'm glad you think so! I knew it would be fun. But, you realize it isn't over yet, right? I've heard their little fireworks show is simply magnificent.”

“Yeah, yeah. I'll see for myself in a bit. Couldn't possibly compete with the birth of a nebula.”

Fwoom… POP!

It was already starting! A burst of bright green consumed the sky, catching everyone's attention. Crowley sat up and Aziraphale set aside his book as the rest of the crowd uttered scattered “Oo”s and “Ahh”s. Another burst of color shot into the sky, this time bright orange. More followed, each firework vibrant and beautiful. Some of them erupted into various shapes, while others crackled across the sky.

Crowley was absolutely captivated by the fire in the sky, and when Aziraphale noticed this, he couldn't help but take a moment to admire it. It reminded him of when they'd first met, while Crowley was creating the stars. A lot of things had changed since then, but Crowley…Crowley was still always Crowley.

Aziraphale always loved that about him.

He loved that while everyone else was fooled by those dark glasses, he could still always tell exactly what Crowley was thinking behind them.

He knew what lies behind those glasses.

“Wh— Hey, angel?!”

Crowley was taken aback as Aziraphale suddenly lifted the glasses from his face.

“Dear, you deserve to watch the show with your eyes. Unperturbed.”

Aziraphale’s smile was so bright… Brighter than the fireworks. Brighter than all the stars in the sky.

“Beautiful…”

“S…sorry…?”

Shit. He said that out loud.

So soft and low yet so impactful.

Did Aziraphale's heart stop?

It felt like his heart stopped.

Ironically, it felt like Crowley's had too.

“Crowley… I'm going to kiss you…”

“Wait, what—?”

It was like magic.

So perfect… So magical… The way Aziraphale caressed Crowley's chin and tilted it up so their lips could meet. The way the fireworks seemed to burst in time with their heartbeats.

It left Crowley overflowing with passion. With love. Emotions which overflowed into their warm embrace, ignorant of the world which surrounded them.

It was perfect.

[josiebelladonna]

“What’s up, baby?” she asked me, and she cracked her eyes open and showed me a smile.

“I’m still really full,” I replied with a gentle pat and rub of my belly. “That boy bait got me hooked so bad.” I showed her smirk and I hooded my eyes at her. “You got me hooked on sweets, and I should’ve known that that was the case, too.”

Portia giggled at me, and she put her arm around me and lay her head on my shoulder.

“You’re on vacation, baby,” she said to me in a soft breathy voice, and she lightly stroked my chest. “You should indulge and have a bit of fun here with me. I could take us down to Hollywood for a couple of days, if you’d like.”

“When it stops snowing,” I suggested to her, and I noticed the big fat flakes drifting down outside the shaded window.

“Of course! But today… I’m thinking of baking again.”

“Boy bait wasn’t enough,” I teased her.

“I’m thinking of making you something quick and easy to make,” she told me. “Something… north of the border. I’m feeling a bannock or some Nanaimo bars.”

“Are you trying to kill me?” I chuckled, and I rubbed my eye with one hand.

“No, no… just trying to fill your little belly and spoil you,” she said. “You’re on vacation, after all.”

“This is true,” I assured her, and I gently patted my belly with both hands. Very slim and slender but still very full from the night before.

Portia sat up, and she rested her hands on either side of my face as if she was about to kiss me. She instead stroked the sides of my face with her thumbs, and for a second, I believed that she fluttered her eyelashes at me. I had a feeling that she wanted a little more than to just hold me and cuddle with me.

“I wanna make love to you,” she confessed. “Make love to your belly in particular.”

“Make love to my belly…” I smiled at that. “My belly, and I’ll make love to your body as well.”

[joy-drops]

get to know you ask: what never fails to lighten your mood? what's a line you love from a poem or song? favorite comfort food? 🧡🩷

what never fails to lighten your mood?

this creature always makes me smile

what's a line you love from a poem or song?

A very special song to me: Random Rab - Repose feat. Peia i cant just pick one line so

favorite comfort food?

Japanese curry and black bean Samyang noodles

Crème brûlée and Nanaimo bars as far as desserts are concerned

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Elf Hysteria

Description: Hoping to start a new holiday tradition, Gavin and Rowan introduce an elf on the shelf to their children, to very mixed results. While some of the children are delighted by the doll, many of them (including Gavin) find themselves unnerved by their new guest from the North Pole.

Pairing: Gavin Bai x OC/MC (Rowan)

Warnings: Elf on a shelf

A/N: Not to be super weird on main but this is inspired by my 3 elves on shelves. I would be lying if I said I hadn't brought them into work to terrorize my coworkers (in good fun!!!) on occasion. All in good fun, no shelf elves were harmed in the making of this fic, happy holidays <3 (I also feel like it would be good to indicate that there are officially 5 baby Bai's, in order from oldest to youngest: Aurora, Wisteria, Cordelia and Gardenia (twins), Sorrel. Also featuring the Bai doggie, Stella <3)

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Wisteria eyed Aurora’s latest playmate with suspicion. Gavin would have found it funny if he hadn’t been unnerved by it too, by the eerie smiling face and the way its eyes seemed to follow him as he crossed a room.

Aurora, however, seemed completely unfazed by the tiny toy elf she had currently seated at the little table she used for her tea parties. It was supposed to be an elf on a shelf, and Rowan had brought it home just before the holiday season giggling about trying it out.

But only moments after explaining who the elf was when the kids had first seen it the morning after she’d hidden it, Wisteria had broken out into hysterics, all while Aurora had crawled onto the counter the elf was balanced on, clutching it to her chest.

“I’m going to give him some tea!” She had sung, jumping down with an expertness that had made Gavin suspicious that it hadn’t been the first time she’d crawled onto the counter.

Which would maybe explain why they were always running out of cookies so quickly, even when they were stashed in the cookie jar on the counter, supposedly out of reach of all of the girls.

After that, the rest had been history. Every night Aurora would tuck the elf into a doll bed in her princess castle dollhouse, and every morning she would search out the elf and bring it down from wherever it was perched that day to play with it and offer it tea and whatever treats he and Rowan had tried making that day.

Today she was setting a little plate with a palm sized nanaimo bar before the elf, chattering about the movies they’d played in her class that day. She even poured the elf a little cup of tea from her child-sized tea set, the hot water and tea Gavin had prepared for Aurora early steaming as it splashed into the little china cup before the elf.

Wisteria, however, was less than impressed with Aurora’s new playmate. She scowled, curling up behind Gavin like a feral cat, her eyes wide as they fixed on the elf.

“I don’t like him,” she grumbled.

Gavin ruffled her hair, unable to disagree. “He’s a little strange, isn’t he, baked potato?”

Wisteria threw herself backwards, arms splaying across the ground. “It’s like his eyes follow me. And he’s mean!”

Gavin arched a brow, turning fully toward Wisteria. “Oh? How is he mean?”

She pouted. “He gets to play pranks, but I can’t!”

Ah. Gavin grimaced, remembering when he and Rowan had awoken to half the house wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper, tags attached to everything marked with “from your elf.”

It had been Shaw, although neither Gavin or Rowan were able to say that. They’d given him a key to their house, meant to be used when he was babysitting the kids or helping when they were still newborns, and he had used it to slip inside in the middle of the night after hearing about the elf from Wisteria.

Which meant now, of course, they had to keep up appearances, performing minor pranks around the house whenever any of the girls misbehaved.

Which was utterly devastating to Wisteria, who seemed to despise the elf the most.

“I wanna do a prank,” Wisteria whispered, although her eyes darted towards the elf, currently being served another nanaimo bar. “But not with him.”

Gavin chuckled, scooping Wisteria into his arms. “Why don’t we go watch a movie, instead?”

“Can I have a cookie?”

He bounced her in his arms as he made his way towards the kitchen. “As long as I’m allowed one, too!”

He set her on the counter in the kitchen before reaching for the cookie jar, hoping there were still a few sugar cookies left from a few days ago.

He did not get a chance to find out, not right away at least, as Cordelia sprinted into the kitchen, wielding a foam sword.

“Hiya!” She shrieked, slashing it towards Gavin’s legs.

He was more taken aback than he was hurt, and he stepped back, eying her warily as she continued to smack the sword against his leg.

“What are you doing?” He asked, snorting as she let out another battle cry, whacking his knee.

“I’m starting a fight!” She cried.

He chuckled, crossing his arms. “And why are you doing that?”

“If the elf sees, I’ll get coal!” Cordelia sang. “And I want more rocks!”

Gavin’s brows shot up, right as Wisteria screamed like she’d been stabbed. He spun around, heart in his throat, arms thrown out to grab her in case she was falling or she’d hurt herself or was bleeding.

But Wisteria sat on the counter, perfectly healthy and safe, but she was kicking her legs out as she continued to scream, her amber eyes wild.

“No!” She shook her head furiously, her headband tossed from her head. “You can’t! The elf will see!”

Cordelia gave her a gap-tooth grin, whacking Gavin once more. “But I want it to!”

“Cordelia Sage!”

Cordelia gasped, her eyes going wide.

“Oh no,” she said, her voice a hushed whisper. “Mama.”

She bolted before Gavin could ask why she would be trying to hide from Rowan, her footsteps growing muffled as she vanished down the hall.

Wisteria had stopped screaming, although her bottom lip still trembled and fat tears were streaking down her cheeks.

“It’s okay, baked potato,” Gavin cooed, scooping her back up and tucking her beneath his chin. “It’s okay, you’re safe, you’re okay.”

She sniffled, burying her face against his chest. “I don’t want the elf to tell Santa!”

He bounced her gently, rubbing her back. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to be on the naughty list.”

Gavin bit back a smile, knowing he couldn’t laugh, certainly not when Wisteria was so upset. But it was a little funny, as she continued to whine, if she thought this alone would doom them all to a lifetime on the naughty list.

That in comparison to the number of times Wisteria had tried pranking them, scaring them, and hiding from them when it was bath time, Cordelia’s little outburst was beyond benign. Didn’t even rank on the naughty scale.

But he wouldn’t tell Wisteria that, instead choosing to hum gently, hoping it would soothe her.

Rowan poked her head into the kitchen a few moments later, as Wisteria’s tears turned to stray sniffles, her face pinched with annoyance, the remains of a butterscotch pudding cup smeared on the sleeve of her shirt, the pudding cup in question crushed in her hand.

Her expression softened as soon as she saw Wisteria weeping, and she rushed to Gavin’s side, chucking the pudding cup into the sink so she could draw Wisteria into her arms.

“Oh my love, what happened?” She asked, smoothing back Wisteria’s hair, not caring about the pudding on her shirt.

“Cordelia was being naughty,” Wisteria blubbered. “On purpose!”

Rowan’s brows shut up, and her gaze was sharp as it found Gavin’s. “She’s been doing that all day, it seems.”

He winced, reaching out to cup Rowan’s cheek, noting the dark bags clinging to her face, the chunks of hair falling from her hasty ponytail, and other splatterings of food over her shirt.

“What’s happened?” He asked, wanting to draw her against his chest, wanting to rub her back and hold her while she slept away the exhaustion weighing her down.

She’d been baking like crazy lately, for holiday bake-sales at the girls’ schools, and for Christmas at home. And she’d been trying to decorate the house all week, and find the girls new outfits for Christmas, and he knew she was running around still trying to find the one toy Gardenia had been begging them for all year.

Rowan gave him a wry smile, light sparking in her eyes. “Well, I was opening a pudding cup for Gardenia when Cordelia snuck up on me.” she sighed, tipping her head towards the pudding staining her shirt. “She smacked me with her sword and it spilled. And then she tried throwing her strawberries and raspberries at me.”

Another sigh, Rowan dropping her head so it fell against Wisteria’s. “Oh I just want to take a nap.”

Wisteria gasped, pulling away. “No nap, mama! I wanna play!”

“A nap for me, not for you!” Rowan laughed, wiping Wisteria’s cheeks. “But are you feeling a little better, baked potato?”

Wisteria nodded, although her expression remained solemn. It was so out of place on Wisteria’s face that Gavin had to resist the urge to try tickling her or acting goofy to cheer her up. His Wisteria was mischievous and loud, but she was rarely ever solemn.

“What were you and papa up to?” Rowan asked, balancing Wisteria against her hip. “Were you getting some treats?”

Another serious nod. Gavin pointed to the cookie jar, offering a small smile. “We were looking for some cookies.”

“Well,” Rowan said, her smile like the morning sun, washing away the shadows of his worries. Everything would be okay as long as she smiled, as long as she was here with him.

“Would you like to see a surprise?”

Wisteria cocked her head to the side, some of the light returning to her eyes, and Gavin nearly sighed in relief. She wasn’t one to remain serious for long, and it was nearly as unnerving as the elf that had caused this whole fiasco.

Rowan walked towards the fridge, throwing open the door to reveal a tray of freshly made blondies stuffed with oreo bits and crushed m&ms and chocolate chips.

“I was hiding these to have for dessert tonight, but I think you both deserve one for the ordeal you’ve gone through.”

Wisteria’s cheeks turned pink, and she beamed up at Rowan, her eyes bright as starlight. “Thank you, mama!”

Rowan set Wisteria down so she could take the tray from the fridge and set it on the counter to cut out the squares. She cut Wisteria’s first, wrapping it in a napkin before handing it to her with a kiss on the top of her head.

“There you go, my little love,” Rowan murmured, and Gavin’s heart melted a little, like chocolate and marshmallows warming on the stove. Afternoon sunshine was spilling in from the windows in the kitchen, washing over Rowan in a wave of gold. It lined her gentle smile, made her eyes glow. She was set alight, like a goddess in a priceless painting.

She straightened, seeming unaware of the way Gavin’s heart stumbled, his breath catching in his throat as she undid her ponytail, combing her hair back with her fingers as she smiled down at Wisteria, patting her head as she sent her to watch a movie with Gardenia.

“Babey?”

Gavin blinked, the world hazy, seeming to melt away as she watched him, barely a foot away.

She smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Are you okay? Your face is all red.”

He blinked again, trying to shake himself from his stupor. It had been so many years and yet somehow looking at her he was enchanted all over again, like a spell was taking hold on his heart.

“I’m alright,” he said at last, feeling a little breathless although he had not been running. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” She tilted her head to the side, her hair falling like a waterfall over her shoulder. He knew she would get it cut soon, she never usually let it get this long, especially not when their youngest, Sorrel, was becoming so fond of yanking on anything he could get his little hands on.

“That you look beautiful,” he said, so soft it could have been a snowflake flitting in the air, melting as it fell against her cheek.

But Rowan blushed, ducking her head as she quickly spun around to focus on the tray. “Are you trying to get a larger piece? Because bribery won’t work.”

He closed the distance between them in barely a stride, wrapping his arms around her waist and nestling his chin on her shoulder.

“No,” he breathed, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. “I’m just admiring my wife. Thinking about how lucky I am.”

She sighed, leaning into his embrace. “I love you.”

He brushed a kiss to her cheek. “And I love you.”

“So you’re really not trying to bribe me for a bigger piece?”

He chuckled, opening his eyes to peer down at the tray. “I mean, I’m not opposed to one, but that’s not my intention.”

Rowan sagged a little, hands falling on top of Gavin’s. “I’m so tired, babey. I feel like I’m falling apart. I don’t know how you can say such sweet things.”

“I would never lie to you,” he murmured, tightening his arms around her. “And I think you’re the most wonderful, beautiful person in the world.”

“I have pudding and berry stains all over my shirt.”

“And?”

She laughed at that, throwing her head back, shoulders shaking. It made Gavin smile, made his heart swell. He’d made her happy, he’d brought her even the tiniest sliver of joy.

“Why don’t you rest a little?” He asked, stroking her side. “Take a bath and lie down.”

“I can’t,” she groaned. “There’s so much to do. I still need to wrap some gifts, and I need to take some cards to the post office, and the twins’ preschool is having a theme week next week so I have to hunt down costumes for them, and-”

“Hey,” he cut her off gently, turning her in his arms to face him. “I am perfectly capable of handling those things. My request for additional time off for the holidays got approved.”

Her eyes lit up at that, like twin stars exploding to life in the night sky. “It did?”

He nodded, joy dancing in his heart like sunshine. He’d made her smile again, given her another piece of happiness.

“I’m off for the next few weeks. Which means I am more than capable of taking on the holiday errands while you rest.”

Her shoulders slumped. “But I-”

He shook his head. “No buts, pumpkin. You don’t need to be doing everything. Besides,” he winced at the sound of something slamming to the ground upstairs, followed by shrieks from Cordelia and Aurora. “If anyone deserves a break right now, it’s you.”

“What if the kids-”

He pressed his lips to hers, quieting her retorts. “I’ll make sure they leave you alone for a while. And anyways, you’re going to need your rest if we’re going to deal with-” He winced again as another thud sounded from upstairs, followed by a high pitched wail as the chaos woke Sorrel from his nap. “With the elf situation.”

Now Rowan winced too, her nose wrinkling as Cordelia sprinted down the stairs, shrieking her battle cries. “I think you might be right

***

With weeks of time off stretching before him, Gavin was able to ease the holiday stresses considerably. At least, he thought he might have been, if Rowan’s fading exhaustion and her warm smiles were anything to go by.

He’d gotten most of the decorations up outside the house while Rowan had taken the inside. He’d gone shopping for all of the holiday supplies they’d needed, from extra sugar and flour to new rolls of wrapping paper and stamps, at least two of the girls in tow. He took Aurora to her dance classes and Wisteria to her art classes. He did his best to get as many of the girls dressed in the morning before Rowan awoke. He made Christmas themed breakfasts and made sure to have the girls’ snacks tucked away in the fridge for later, and an extra few snacks ready for Rowan, too.

A little like the lunches she made for him for work, although he had yet to master making little sandwiches and bowls of fruit as cute as she did.

He was, however, getting better at icing cookies and frosting cupcakes.

Rowan would choose a treat to bake each day, and while she baked Gavin would clean up the kitchen, wiping down counters and washing bowls and spoons and whisks. And once the treats were cooled she would mix together different icings, setting some out for the girls to decorate, while she and Gavin saved a few for themselves.

At his daughter’s requests, he’d tried icing hearts, butterflies, flowers, and pink “rocks.” He’d even tried blending frostings together onto plain chocolate cupcakes so they would have pink and purple icing.

That particular attempt had not gone over that well, turning very messy very fast, but it had made the girls laugh, and Rowan had been kind enough to kiss the frosting from his cheeks.

He’d even tried moving the elf around the house, trying to make it seem like a more benign entity than Shaw had when he’d snuck into their house. The doll still gave him the creeps, though, and he found he would hold it at arms length as he tried determining where to display it next. And he would feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end while he prepared the scene around the elf, like it really was watching him, keeping an eye on all of his movements.

He wouldn’t feel safe again until he’d crawled back into bed with Rowan, burying his face against her chest and breathing in the gentle smell of her soap.

Today, he had set the elf in the living room, perching it on the  piano. He’d arranged small plush toys he’d purchased on the piano bench underneath it as though they were having a tea party. He’d even set out little plates of snacks for the girls when they woke up, like the elf was trying to hold a tea party for them.

Aurora, of course, was thrilled, squealing with delight as she raced around the room, clasping her favourite axolotl plush to her chest, taking in the little scene.

Gardenia seemed more interested in the plates of cookies and the little pot of tea he’d set out than the elf, although she did shoot it a wary glance as she walked past, plucking one of the plushies from its spot and carrying it over to her favourite corner on the couch.

Cordelia huffed when she walked in, an impish gleam in her eyes as she marched towards the elf, snatching up a cookie in each hand and lifting them above her head like she was going to chuck them at the wall.

Gavin dove towards her, not wanting her to knock over any of the cups or plates, or, god forbid, knock over the tree.

But it was Wisteria who caught Cordelia’s hands before Gavin did, Wisteria’s eyes wide, her shoulders shaking, her eyes fixed on the elf.

“No throwing, Cordelia,” she whispered, prying the cookies from her sister’s hands. “Throwing is naughty.”

Cordelia huffed again, pouting. “I want coal!”

Snorting, Gavin scooped Cordelia up into his arms, tossing her into the air and catching her again. “You don’t want to be on the naughty list, do you?”

“Want more rocks!” She shrieked, wriggling in his arms. “Rocko needs friends!”

Now it was Gardenia who was huffing, and a quick peek at her confirmed she was rolling her eyes, her little nose wrinkling at the mention of Rocko, Cordelia’s beloved pet rock.

Who, likely not so coincidentally, Cordelia had insisted on giving the last gingerbread cookie to even though Gardenia had wanted it.

Rowan entered the living room last, their littlest, Sorrel, nearly a year old on Christmas day, cuddled in her arms. He still looked half asleep, blinking slowly as he scanned the room curiously.

“What’s going on?” Rowan asked, her lips quirking up in a half smile. “We were just getting changed when we heard shouting.” She bounced Sorrel in her arms, nuzzling her nose against his round cheeks. “Weren’t we?”

Sorrel giggled in response, babbling something incoherent.

“Mama, mama!” Aurora sang, running up to Rowan, bouncing on her toes. “The elf made us a tea party!”

Rowan’s eyes widened as she took in the room, her gaze falling on Gavin as her smile grew wider, her eyes soft. “The elf must be very fond of you all.”

Gavin’s knees felt a little weak, like they might give out on him at any moment. There were feathery wings brushing against the inside of his chest, a windstorm kicking up in his belly.

Her smile was sunshine in winter, rain in a drought. He wished she would hold him then, tucking his head beneath her chin and murmuring how she loved him against his hair.

“Yeah, but Cordelia tried throwing cookies!” Aurora continued, yanking Gavin from his reverie.

A line formed between Rowan’s brows as she readjusted Sorrel in her arms. “Oh my. Cordelia, why would you do that?”

Cordelia giggled, trying to crawl onto Gavin’s shoulders. “I want rocks!”

“Wisteria stopped her though!” Aurora sang, bouncing once more. “She rescued the day!”

Wisteria, for her part, was standing still as a statue, like she was petrified. She blinked as Rowan knelt down in front of her, setting Sorrel on the ground before wrapping Wisteria in a tight hug.

“I love you,” she said, kissing the top of Wisteria’s head. “You’re the sweetest.”

Wisteria buried her head against Rowan’s shoulder, much quieter than usual.

Beside them, Sorrel started fussing, his bottom lip trembling as tears began to slip from his eyes. He was usually the sweetest, cuddliest baby, but he never liked being set down.

He rolled onto his belly, babbling, and Gavin set Cordelia down so he could draw Sorrel into his arms, rocking him and singing softly to calm him down. Aurora plopped down on the floor beside Gavin, setting her axolotl to the side and making grabby hands at Sorrel.

“Can I holds him?” She asked, beaming. “I wanna holds him!”

“Be very careful, okay?” Gavin said, gently settling Sorrel in Aurora’s arms, making sure she was supporting his head. “He’s still a baby, you have to be gentle.”

“I’m gentle with him!” She sang, kissing the downy hair on his head. “He loves to cuddle me!”

In response, Sorrel cooed, little hands grabbing at Aurora’s hair.

“See?! He loves me!”

Gavin ruffled Aurora’s hair, keeping a close eye on her. Aurora was much more careful in comparison to the other 3 girls, but she was still little and he wasn’t about to leave her with the baby unsupervised.

“What about me, mama?!” Cordelia cried, stomping at Rowan’s side. “Am I da sweetest?!”

Rowan laughed, drawing Cordelia into her lap. “You, my little tater tot, are being the naughtiest right now.”

Cordelia squealed as Rowan tickled her, cheeks turning red as she squirmed in her mother’s grip.

“Mama, I’m gonna pee!”

Rowan released her immediately, patting her back as she crawled from her lap. “You better run! Before you pee!”

Giggling, Cordelia stumbled away, shrieking when she nearly ran into their dog Stella, who was watching the shenanigans from a safe distance.

Rowan stood, stretching her arms above her head. “Well I’d better go help her. She hasn’t quite mastered the potty yet.”

It was only once Rowan and Cordelia were gone that Gavin noticed the room was strangely quiet, and after doing a quick headcount realized they were missing one of the girls.

“Did you see where Wisteria went?” He asked Aurora, who only shook her head as she pinched Sorrel’s cheeks.

“Be gentle,” Gavin chided. “Don’t pinch his cheeks like that.”

“But they’re so chubby!” She said, pouting. “And you and mama pinch our cheeks.”

“That’s different, sweet potato,” he said, gently taking Sorrel back into his arms. “You all are big enough to know we do it because we love you. But all he thinks is that it hurts.”

Her shoulders drooped. “Oh.”

“That’s okay, I’m sure he knows you love him, though.”

Aurora leaned forward to kiss Sorrel’s cheeks. “I’m sorry! I wubs you, please don’t be mad at me!”

Sorrel cooed in response, smiling up at Aurora.

“I think he forgives me!” 

Gavin chuckled. “I’m sure he has. Now why don’t you play for a little while I go look for your sister.”

“Okay, papa!”

Gavin found Wisteria a few minutes later, hiding under her bed with her favourite dolls, muttering quietly to herself.

“Hey there, baked potato,” he said, setting Sorrel down so he could peek under the bed. “What are you doing?”

Wisteria sighed. “I’m playing.”

“Playing all alone?”

She nodded, eying Sorrel warily as he scooted himself under the bed with her. She pulled her dolls closer to herself, eyes narrowed as Sorrel made a grab for them.

“Papa, is he gonna bite my dollies?”

Gavin grabbed Sorrel’s waist, dragging him out from under the bed. “He won’t.”

“But he was biting Gardenia’s dollies yesterday.”

He frowned, even as Sorrel giggled, seemingly unfazed by being dragged out from under the bed. “Has he been biting anything else?”

She nodded. “He was chewing on Stewwa’s fish toy, too.”

Sorrel laughed, babbling unintelligibly. Gavin pursed his lips. That meant he was probably starting to teethe. They’d have to get him some teething toys to try and stop him from chewing on anything else.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t bite any of your toys, okay?” He said, looking back at Wisteria.

“Okay, papa.”

“What are you doing under here, anyways?”

She shrugged. “Playin. I don’t wanna play with the elf.”

Ah, that made sense.

“Even though the elf made you a nice tea party? And  brought some early presents yesterday?”

Wisteria shook her head. “He’s spooky, I don’t like him.”

Gavin could not agree more.

“Do you want me to play with you?”

Another shake of her head. “No, that’s okay, papa.”

He hummed, deciding it was probably best to leave her for a while. He wouldn’t deny her some quiet time alone if that’s what she wanted.

“Let me know if you want me to play with you,” he said, scooping Sorrel up as he stood.

“Cordelia, you have to wash your hands!”

The sound of Rowan chastising Cordelia drew Gavin from the room, and he made his way to the bathroom, leaning against the wall and trying very hard not to laugh as he watched Rowan try to get a very unwilling Cordelia to wash her hands.

When they were finally done the bathroom counter was covered in soapy water, and rivulets of water dripped from Rowan’s cheeks as Cordelia skipped away.

“Potty training that one is going to be the death of me,” Rowan grumbled wiping her face.

“Did she miss?”

Rowan sighed, a tired smile curling at her lips. “No, but she tried to get up before she’d wiped, and then she fought with me as I tried helping her get her clothes back on, and she didn’t want to wash her hands.”

Gavin transferred Sorrel to one arm, cradling him as he held his other out to Rowan, drawing her close. “You’re doing amazing.”

Rowan sighed, her breath soft against his throat. “Am I? I feel like I’m doing everything wrong. I can hardly manage to keep them all out of trouble.”

Gavin chuckled. “I can’t even keep them all out of trouble. But that’s why there’s two of us, so at least we stand a chance.”

Another sigh, although he thought maybe just maybe there was a bit of laughter in her voice. “I suppose.”

Rowan peeked up, smiling at Sorrel, nestled against Gavin’s chest. “At least this tiny potato isn’t causing too many problems for us yet.”

Gavin winced at that. “Well, actually…”

Rowan slumped against Gavin’s chest as he told her that Sorrel had been biting things lately, and that they would probably need to get him some teething toys soon.

“I guess I can go out after breakfast,” she mumbled, hands twisting into the fabric of Gavin’s shirt. “Although I don’t really want to drive today, the roads are probably still bad from the snow we got last night.”

“I’ll go,” he offered, kissing the top of her head. “You stay here and I’ll go buy some teething toys. And,” he added, grinning a little. “I’ll take Cordelia with me too, to make sure she doesn’t get up to any mischief here.”

“I love you,” Rowan breathed. “I don’t tell you enough, but I love you.”

“Pumpkin, you tell me plenty,” he said, nose bumping against hers, their breath tangling together. “Although I can always stand to hear it more.”

***

After breakfast, Gavin and Rowan tag-teamed getting the girls dressed, Gavin handling the twins while Rowan handled the two older girls. Cordelia fussed the most, annoyed that she was being forced to run errands so early instead of throwing snowballs with her sisters.

“We’ll have fun, tater tot,” Gavin promised, hefting her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Maybe we’ll even get some treats!”

“I don’t wanna!” Cordelia cried, little fists smacking against Gavin’s back. “I wanna play!”

“We won’t be that long, and you can play when we get home.”

She tried to raspberry his neck, but he yanked her away, laughing as she squealed.

Wisteria watched them solemnly as Gavin got Cordelia ready to go out, fitting her hat over her head and her mitts and trying to tie up her boots, although she was not making it particularly easy for him.

“What’s going on, baked potato?” Rowan asked, kneeling down beside Wisteria. “Do you not want to go out and play?”

Wisteria eyed her sisters getting ready to play out in the snow, and Gavin noticed for the first time that Aurora was clutching the elf, her face already bright pink from her excitement.

“Can I go with papa?” She asked, turning pleading eyes on Gavin. “Please? I wanna go to the bookstore!”

Gavin opened his mouth, closed it again. He could not blame Wisteria for wanting to get away from the elf if she could. That thing was definitely haunted, he was almost sure of it.

“Of course, baked potato,” Rowan said, kissing the top of her head. “Let’s get you ready.”

A few minutes later he was buckling both Cordelia and Wisteria into their carseats, promising that yes he would play the Christmas carols they wanted to listen to, yes he would play the disney princess karaoke CD afterwards.

He had been under the impression that they wouldn’t take very long, just needing to run into the toy store to find a few teething toys then back out again. But he had neglected to remember that it was the holiday season, which meant every store would be overrun with panicked last minute shoppers, which meant that the roads would be clogged with people racing between stores.

And, it didn’t help that the roads were still absolutely abysmal, the snowplows seeming to have forgotten to clear most of the roads after the storm from the previous night.

Just finding a park spot at the mall was nearly impossible with all the other drivers scooting around the lot haphazardly, with streams of pedestrians sneaking in around the idling cars.

It was by sheer luck alone that he was able to find a park spot in the very back of the lot, wedged between a massive pickup truck and a sports car that had double parked.

He frowned at the sports car, not understanding how someone could park that poorly, especially now when parking spots were more valuable than gold.

Maybe they had done it on purpose. It was possible, hoping to avoid damage to their expensive vehicle but giving it so much space there was no way someone could scratch it with a door swung too-wide.

The driver had clearly not taken into account that taking up so much space would not protect them from the sticky fingers of children.

In particular, Gavin’s children.

He’d unbuckled Cordelia first, although looking back he would question why he would ever do such a thing, setting her on the ground and making her swear up and down that she would not move from his side while he unbuckled Wisteria.

He had only been turned away for a minute at most, but Cordelia had scampered over to the sports car, running her finger over the side of the car, streaking mud and what was probably icing from the cupcake she’d snagged before they’d left.

“Cordelia!” He called, but it was far too late as she started drawing hearts on the side of the car with the mud and slush splatter from the messy roads.

He set Wisteria down, plucking Cordelia up before she could do any more damage.

“We don’t do that on other people’s cars, okay?”

She giggled, but nodded her head. “Okay, papa.”

Heaving a sigh, Gavin just hoped the owner wouldn’t know it was them. Cordelia hadn’t done anything illegal, but he really didn’t want to deal with someone trying to scream at his three year old.

“Let’s go you two,” he said, scooping Wisteria into his arms next, balancing her on his shoulder. “Let’s go get some things for your brother.”

“And da bookstore?” Wisteria asked, pulling on his hair.

Gavin winced. “Yes, and we can go to the bookstore.”

“Can we gets ice cream?” Cordelia asked, a cold, tiny hand grabbing his ear.

“It’s cold today, do you really want ice cream?”

Cordelia hummed, her gaze flickering ahead of them, as though she had completely forgotten what he’d just asked.

Shopping with the girls posed another complication, and Gavin regretted not bringing the stroller with him. Or even one of the backpack leashes they sometimes used on the twins when they couldn’t bring the big stroller anywhere.

The stores were busy, the mall hallways so crowded it was nearly impossible not to get bumped or shoved. He kept his hold on the girls as long as he could, but when they got to the toy store, he didn’t hesitate before grabbing a cart and dropping them both into it.

Wisteria giggled, standing up right away and throwing her hands above her head. “Papa! What are you doing?!”

He laughed. “A little shopping, what does it look like?”

“Well you can’t buy us!” She cried. “We’re not for sale!”

“You’re not?” He lifted her hat from her head, then peeked under one of her pigtails, pretending to look for a price tag. “Hmm, I don’t see a price.”

“Cause we’re not for sale, papa!” She laughed.

“But you’re in the cart!” He said, maneuvering it around the hoards of people wandering around the store.

“You put us here!”

“Well because I saw two little girls and wanted to buy them!”

Wisteria fell backwards, laughing so hard she couldn’t stand. Cordelia giggled along with her, although she seemed lost as to whatever joke was being bounced between Gavin and Wisteria.

A few people shot them dirty looks from how loud Wisteria was being, but he decided he didn’t mind. She was five and she was silly and she wasn’t harming anyone. He would not stop her from laughing or expressing her joy.

The baby section was, miraculously, relatively quiet in comparison to the rest of the toy store. He was able to find the aisle with the teething toys relatively quickly, although that was little comfort when he found himself faced with what felt like a hundred different options.

“What do you girls think?” He asked, holding up a few different options. “What do you think Sorrel will like more?”

Wisteria grabbed for a colourful teething ring immediately, but Cordelia took a while longer to consider, stuck between a banana and an elephant shaped toy.

“Both,” she said at last, pointing to the two of them.

Gavin laughed, unable to say no as she grabbed at the toys, clutching them to her chest. “You think Sorrel will like these two?”

“Yes, yes!” She sang, wiggling in the cart. “He likes to chew!”

Wisteria pouted. “As long as it’s not my dollies.”

Gavin ruffled her hair, snorting. “With these he’s much less likely to chew on your toys, Wisteria.”

“Good, they’re going to a party tonight.”

“Oh are they?” He began pushing the cart from the baby section, although he was forced to make a pit stop in the barbie aisle, both Wisteria and Cordelia trying to crawl from the cart so they could wander as they pleased.

“Potatoes, you need to stick together,” he called, grabbing Cordelia’s hand before she could stumble out of sight, barely missing Wisteria as she waddled away, a barbie doll set in her arms.

“Wisteria you can’t have that,” he said, trying to pry the box from her.

“But I wants it!” She cried, tears already falling from her cheeks.

“You have enough dolls.

“But I need them for the party!”

Cordelia decided that she absolutely had to get in on the action, bursting into tears too.

Gavin sighed, massaging his brow.

The proper, mature thing to do was to tell them no, the dolls had to go back. But there were also 4 dolls in that set, and he knew for a fact neither he or Rowan had gotten any of the girls that particular set.

The decision was pretty easy, when he considered how he did not want to handle carting two wailing daughters from the mall.

He plucked the box from Wisteria’s arms, dropping it into the cart. “You can have it as long as each of your sisters also gets a doll.”

“Okay, papa!”

Her tears were already gone, vanishing as if they had never existed.

Sighing, Gavin scooped the girls up, depositing them back into the cart. “That’s it, okay? No more detours.”

“What about the bookstore?”

“And doughnuts!”

He frowned at Cordelia. “I thought you wanted ice cream.”

“Doughnuts! Doughnuts!”

Gavin heaved out a long breath, regretting he had forgotten the stroller. He would have to let one of the girls walk at this rate, or rent one of the mall strollers, although he had a sneaking suspicion that there would be none available.

The mall was packed and he had seen at least ten of the strollers available for rent in the time it took him to get from the entrance to the toy store.

“Alright, alright,” he said, giving in to their demands. He had never been one for saying no to their mother, and it seemed like his inability to deny her even the smallest thing that would bring her joy had carried over to their children.

But how could he say no when they shared her smile, her laugh? Aurora and Wisteria arguably looked the most like Rowan, with darker hair and eyes, but he could see her in the twins, too, in their smiles and the dimples in their cheeks.

“Let’s buy these first,” Gavin said, gesturing to the toys in the cart. “And then we’ll go to the bookstore, and then we’ll get some food, okay?”

The girls cheered, and Gavin couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed across his face, not that he would ever want to. Joy blossomed in his heart, unfurling like petals of a new flower in the spring.

As long as his girls were happy, then he was happy, too.

***

The “short errand run” ended up taking more than a few hours, and Gavin would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little tired as he pulled the car key from the ignition, frowning at the bags stuffed between the girls in the backseat.

There had been the things they’d bought at the toy store, of course, and then Wisteria had been desperate to go into the bookstore. He had been viscerally reminded of all the times he’d gone to bookstores with Rowan in the past as his five year old had led him and Cordelia around the children’s section, flipping through different picture books before handing them to Gavin, much like Rowan did.

He’d ended up with a stack of six books before he’d had to stop Wisteria, dragging her from the aisles before she could find something else she desperately needed.

But then she’d just started running for another section of the store, shouting at him that her mama would want something, too.

And Wisteria had not been wrong on that either, and Gavin had quickly found himself adding a few more books to the pile before he managed to get himself and both girls through the checkout line and back into the mall.

And then they had ended up in another store, Cordelia utterly enchanted by the sparkly rocks that were on display in a small metaphysical shop that had recently opened up. He’d ended up caving and buying her a few crystals, and she’d clutched them in her arms as they’d made their way through the mall and back to the parking lot, rocking them like babies.

The next stop had been to find treats for the girls, because Cordelia had been insisting on treats, and Wisteria had quickly taken up the cry. But that meant he had to buy treats for all of the girls, and the bakery sold some nice bread too, so maybe he would buy some for dinner that night.

Things had spiralled from there, and now Gavin found himself glaring at the bags of things that needed to be carried in, and the two little girls who would certainly not be of much help.

He had considered, at one point as they’d been trapped in bumper to bumper traffic, that he should mention that the elf would likely tell Santa that the girls were being very naughty and very demanding, but he didn’t want to risk the potential for very negative side effects.

Wisteria was finally acting more like herself again, and she wasn’t nearly as jumpy as she’d been over the last few weeks. She was loud and bright and silly and demanding, and he didn’t want to dampen her joy.

As for Cordelia, well… 

He didn’t want to give her a reason to act out any further, or to be trying to be naughty. He didn’t know how much more of it he could take.

So he decided not to mention the elf, deciding that caving in and buying the girls treats and toys was much better than the alternative.

“I wanna see mama!” Wisteria cried, throwing her hands in the air. “I wanna show her my books!”

Gavin chuckled, ducking as he narrowly missed her fists. “You have to sit still, baked potato, or else I won’t be able to unbuckle you.”

She groaned, slumping back in her seat. “I wanna see mama.”

“I’m sure she’s missed you very much.”

“I gonna show mama my rocks!” Cordelia sang, still rocking the crystals Gavin had bought her. “They’re pwetty.”

He hummed, smiling as he finally released Wisteria from her car seat and set her on the ground. “Very pretty.”

He unclipped Cordelia next, and he had barely dropped her to the ground before she was already stumbling up the driveway to the front door, squealing furiously when she couldn’t quite reach the handle.

“Just a minute,” Gavin called, trying to grab hold of all of the bags so he didn’t have to make a second trip.

“Papa!”

“Papa, I’m freezing!”

He laughed, as he came up to the door, throwing it wide for the girls to run through. “You both need to learn some patience.”

“Boooo!”

“Booooo!”

He snorted, kicking the door closed before setting down his bags. He hoped Rowan would be happy with what he’d purchased. He’d gotten things for the girls, and he’d gotten a few extra special things just for Rowan. Just so he could see her beautiful smile a little longer.

But the sight that greeted him was not the welcoming smile or hugs he was usually greeted with. Only Stella raced to the entrance, tail wagging, knocking Cordelia and Wisteria over before they’d gotten their shoes off as she licked their faces.

Gavin helped the girls get their jackets and boots off before taking his off, his curiosity piqued as he padded through the house. It was awfully quiet, and for a moment his stomach churned as he worried whether something had happened.

But as he walked into the living room all of his worries melted away, his eyes falling on the couch, where four bodies were all snuggled together, fast asleep.

Rowan was slumped on her side, Sorrel snuggled against her chest. Aurora must have crawled into the pile at some point, wedging herself between Rowan’s legs and the back of the couch, while Gardenia had snuggled herself up next to Sorrel.

“Papa, can I-”

Gavin gently scooped Wisteria up, shushing her before she could wake the others. “Hush, baked potato. Mama and everyone are sleeping.”

“I wanna open the barbies,” she whined, her bottom lip popping out in a little pout.

“Later,” he promised, carrying her from the room. “For now, would you like to help me with making dinner?”

Her eyes grew wide, and she nodded furiously. “Can we has hot dogs?”

“I was thinking something else, maybe that spicy pork-”

“Hot! Dogs!”

He laughed, covering her mouth. “Quiet, Wisteria. You’ll wake everyone up.”

She licked his hand and he yanked it away, snorting.

“You’re being awfully naughty right now.”

She huffed, turning her little head away. “I’m not the naughty one, Cordelia is!”

“What’s she doing now?”

“She’s trying to hide the barbies.”

Wincing, Gavin set Wisteria down, taking her hand. “Will you show me?”

In the end, Gavin had to stop Cordelia from hiding the barbies, and then hiding the books, and then trying to steal the pastries he had bought for everyone for dessert.

It wasn’t until he managed to get a few moments to set up the playpen and dump some of Cordelia’s favourite toys in it, followed by Cordelia herself, that he was able to start prepping dinner.

“Papa?”

Gavin looked up from the onions he was cutting as Wisteria pulled on his shirt. “What is it, love?”

“Did you put Cordelia in baby jail?”

“I did put Cordelia in baby jail. She was being naughty.”

“Will you put me in baby jail, papa?”

He wiped his hands on a dishcloth before crouching down, ruffling her hair. “Not unless you’re naughty, baked potato.”

“Can I help you cook?”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Sure, love. Why don’t you go get your stool and you can help.”

Rowan was the first of the four to wake, and Gavin heard her trying to extricate herself from the snuggle pile she had been buried in. He peeked his head into the living room to see her crawling around the girls still sleeping, practically vaulting from the couch so she didn’t disturb them.

“What smells so good?” She asked, yawning as she fell into his arms.

“Just something me and Wisteria have been making.”

She gave him a sleepy smile, nuzzling her face against his neck. “You didn’t have to, I would have cooked.”

“I wanted to,” he said, smiling as she yawned again. “And besides, Wisteria was very excited to help.”

“Was she now?” Rowan’s eyes blinked slowly, like she could still hardly keep them open. “Where is she now?”

Gavin hummed, unsure. She’d vanished once he’d started on the rice, deciding that making rice was far too boring for her.

“I’m not sure.”

“That cannot bode well.”

He chuckled, running a hand through Rowan’s hair. “Well she’s been on her best behaviour lately, so I doubt it’s that bad.”

“You were gone for so long,” Rowan whined, wrapping her arms around his waist. “What were you all doing?”

He hesitated, scratching at the back of his neck. “Well…”

She narrowed her eyes. “Gavin.”

“Okay, okay,” laughing, he relented, wrapping his arms around her once more. “I could never keep anything from you.”

Gavin recounted the afternoon as they searched for Wisteria, Rowan laughing when he explained what had happened at the bookstore and the bakery.

“Well, I am glad you went out,” Rowan said, checking inside the closet in their bedroom. “Sorrel tried to bite me twice.”

He blinked, grabbing her arm before she could stop him. “He did? Are you okay?!”

Rowan covered Gavin’s hand with hers, tracing the pad of her index finger over the back of his hand. “I’m okay, babey. He’s only little.”

He closed his eyes, drawing her against his chest. “I know, I know. I just don’t want you hurt.”

“Well now that we’ve got the teething toys, he should focus on those instead!”

Gavin chuckled. “You’re right.”

She stood on her toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I am right. But we still haven’t found Wisteria.”

They found her only a few minutes later, curled up underneath the tree, glaring out at the elf, perched once more on the piano.

“What are you doing down there, love?” Rowan asked, prying Wisteria from her hiding place to cradle her against her chest.

“Watchin’ the elf,” she said, eyes narrowed.

“Why are you watching him?”

“To see if I can stop him from coming back.”

Gavin snorted, ruffling her hair. “We’ll have to send a letter to Santa asking the elf not to come back.”

“Pwease!” She wailed, covering her face. “Pwease! He’s scawwy.”

Gavin had to agree with her there. He could not get used to the elf, despite being the person who had been in charge of moving it around for a few weeks now.

“Well let’s stop spying for now, okay?” Rowan murmured, smoothing Wisteria’s hair back. “Dinner is just about ready, and I want to try the food you and papa worked so hard on.”

Wisteria beamed at that, wiggling from Rowan’s arms to race towards the kitchen. She skidded to a stop though, eyes wide.

“What is it?” Gavin asked, wrapping his arms around Rowan’s waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, savouring the feel of her against his chest.

He wanted to take a nap with her, wanted to lie down and hold her tight in his arms for a while.

“Does this mean we’ll have to let Cordelia out of baby jail?”

***

Dinner did in fact mean that Cordelia would be released from the “baby jail” as Wisteria and Aurora often called the playpen. She scowled at Gavin, whining to Rowan that she had been locked away with no one to play with.

Rowan had responded by kissing Cordelia’s cheeks and telling her that she can’t be naughty anymore, to which Cordelia only got more annoyed.

She wanted to be naughty, so she could get coal!

The logic behind her vehement need to act naughty to earn coal was beyond Gavin’s understanding. He was pretty sure coal wasn’t even really a rock.

After dinner, Gavin was nearly too absorbed in cleaning up the dishes, listening to Rowan chat about how excited she was for the books he’d bought her, that he almost missed Cordelia shoving a chair next to the counter where the sprinkles and icing for the cookies Rowan was going to bake that night were waiting.

He had only just turned, planning to chase her around with soap foam on his hands until she forgot about the decorations, when he saw Wisteria dart out from under the table.

Why Wisteria was under the table was not knowledge he was privy to, but she’d been running around on two feet long enough that Gavin rarely questioned when she popped out of strange hiding places he hadn’t thought to look at.

He nudged Rowan so she turned too, and they both watched as Wisteria grabbed Cordelia by the wrists, dragging her from the table.

“You can’t!” Wisteria shrieked. “‘Delia you can’t! What if the elf sees!”

Cordelia squealed, trying to wrestle her sister. “I wants it to! And I wants sprinkles!”

“You can’t have sprinkles without cookies!”

“Yes I can!”

Struggling to contain their laughter, both Gavin and Rowan had to pry the girls apart, taking them to separate rooms until they both calmed down enough to apologize to each other.

It seemed like Wisteria had taken it upon herself to put out fires as they started, appearing in the twins’ like she had stepped from the shadows as Gavin was just about to take Cordelia for her nighttime bath.

He peeked around the corner, letting Cordelia run wild for a minute as Wisteria caught Gardenia, something gray clasped in her hands.

“Don’t do it,” Wisteria said, eyes wide. “Don’t hurt the rock.”

Gavin arched a brow, watching as Gardenia wilted, handing Wisteria the precious Rocko the rock.

“If the elf saw that it would be bad,” she chided, as though she were filled with wisdom, setting Rocko back onto his bed. “We have to be extra good to make up for Cordelia being bad.”

Gardenia nodded, throwing herself on her bed. “Can we play fairies?”

Wisteria brightened up at that, her somber expression gone as she grabbed a blanket from Gardenia’s bed.

Gavin smiled, his heart warm as he turned to head towards the bathroom, listening to the sounds of the girls laughing as they played.

But his heart was not warm for long, as Cordelia darted past his feet, all the rubber ducks they owned clutched in her hands, screaming as she headed for the stairs.

He swore, turning around to catch her, her high pitched giggles echoing through the house.

***

Bedtime was the most exhausting part of the day, and lately Gavin had been feeling so fatigued he was sure he would collapse on the spot, his body so heavy it could hardly move.

Somehow, through means he did not know, he had managed to get the twins to bed. Had managed to get Aurora to bed. Had offered Rowan something to eat while she had taken care of Sorrel, who was being fussier than usual, from a cold they both suspected he had caught from one of the girls.

There had been a bug going through the twins’ daycare, and although both of them hadn’t seemed to show any symptoms, Gavin was pretty sure it had been passed to poor Sorrel. Meaning it was nearly impossible to get him to sleep.

He stayed outside Sorrel’s room, listening as Rowan sang to him softly, listening as the floorboards creaked beneath her feet as she settled him into his crib.

Rowan gasped when Gavin took her hand, drawing her against his chest.

“Gavin, you scared me!” She hissed, smacking his chest. “What if we woke up Sorrel again?!”

Gavin nuzzled his nose against hers, unable to stop from smiling. Oh how he loved her, even as she chastised him.

“I missed you.”

He could feel her melting a little in his arms, leaning against him. “I missed you, too.”

“Today has been so long, and I wanted some time with just you.”

She peeled away, arching her brow. “Have you put all the girls to sleep?”

He nodded. “Just about. I figured you’d have your hands full with Sorrel.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, ‘just about?’”

He took her hand again, guiding her down the stairs. “Well, I wanted to show you what Wisteria has been up to.”

He guided her into the living room, to where the tree stood sparkling with gold and red and green lights tangled on its branches. He pointed to the ground, where a lock of brown hair could be seen peeking out from beneath the tree.

“My sweet girl,” Rowan murmured, kneeling down to draw Wisteria from beneath the tree. “She fell asleep under there.”

He nodded. “She told me she was ‘on patrol’ and that she couldn’t go to bed yet. I told her she could have five more minutes and found her asleep like that.”

Rowan cradled Wisteria gently, brushing kisses to her brow. “I don’t know how we did it, but she might be the funniest kid in the world.”

He laughed at that, smoothing back Wisteria’s hair as she snored, eyelids twitching from whatever dream she was lost in. “I think she might be.”

“I’ll put her to bed,” Rowan offered. “And then…”

He arched his brow as she trailed off. “And then?”

Rowan kissed his cheek, her smile sly. “Then perhaps we can have a little time together, just the two of us.”

His breath caught in his throat, his mind emptying of thoughts, like they were burned away beneath the fire building beneath his skin.

His fatigue was still there, like shackles around his wrists and ankles. But he found it didn’t bother him as much as before, and he found himself trying to busy himself with tidying up while he waited for her.

But he froze when he saw the elf staring at him. He glared at it, turning it around to face the wall. He certainly did not need the elf keeping watch right now.

***

The misadventures with the elf finally reached their climax on the strangest of days.

A Tuesday, a little over a week before Christmas. Rowan had finally finished her baking frenzy that morning, and Gavin was helping her to clean up the kitchen, letting her know that she absolutely had to sit and read the books he’d bought her now. That she had to sit right in his lap and let him cuddle her for a few hours before she could get up once they were done cleaning.

She was laughing, her cheeks the soft pink of the flowers he had purchased for her earlier when he’d gone out to pick up more eggs and milk. They were peonies, their soft perfume filling the kitchen, reminding him of spring.

He would have to buy some more, to set on the dresser in their bedroom. Rowan loved peonies, and the pink of their petals reminded him of her cheeks when he kissed her.

They were nearly done washing up the pots and pans when a shriek cracked through the room, followed by different voices shouting.

“Cordelia, give him back!”

“Cordelia, no!”

Gavin almost didn’t want to look, but he knew that he had to.

He and Rowan sprinted into the living room, taking in the chaos of the scene.

All five of their children were in the room. Aurora trying to have a tea party with Gardenia and Wisteria, Sorrel in his playpen, and Cordelia snatching the elf from its place of honour at Aurora’s tea party table.

It was like Gavin was watching everything in slow motion, watching as Aurora cried helplessly, her arms outstretched as Cordelia snagged the elf. As Wisteria leapt from her seat, eyes wide. As Cordelia cackled, racing to Sorrel’s playpen and dropping the elf inside.

As Sorrel, sweet little Sorrel, who was in the midst of teething, picked up the elf, curious more than anything. And slowly tried biting the elf’s head.

Gavin blinked, and was suddenly snapped back to the present, everything moving at normal speed once more. Aurora was shrieking, racing to the playpen, and Wisteria sat, petrified.

And Sorrel, their sweet, little, cuddly Sorrel, sat perfectly content chewing on the leg of the elf.

“Oh mama!” Aurora wailed, tearing herself from the side of the playpen and racing towards Rowan. “Mama, Cordelia took the elf! Tell Sorrel to stop! Make him stop!”

Cordelia was snickering, clapping her hands as Sorrel, oblivious, stared at them all curiously with his wide eyes.

“He’s tasting it!” Cordelia sang, dancing from foot-to-foot.

“Now Santa will never come!” Wisteria cried, throwing herself onto the couch, kicking her legs against the cushions.

Gardenia, for her part, seemed mostly unbothered by the chaos, watching everything quietly as she ate a cookie.

“Mamaaaaaa!” Aurora cried, and Rowan had to lift her up, cuddling her close to her chest. “Mama, he’s my friend!”

“I know, sweet potato,” Rowan murmured, rubbing her back.

Gavin bit the inside of his cheek, sharing a tired look with Rowan. Neither of them had really thought the elf would spiral out of control like this.

Gavin rescued the elf while Rowan comforted Aurora, and then Wisteria, swapping it out for another toy that Sorrel was just as happy to play with.

He set the elf high up, turning it to face the wall to give all of them peace from its unblinking gaze.

“Cordelia, you know that wasn’t okay,” Gavin chided, crossing his arms as she gazed up at him, seeming more curious than worried about being reprimanded.

“Sorrel wanted to pway!” She argued, blinking up at him with so much innocence he almost faltered, questioning whether she should be punished at all.

But of course, this was a little much, sending two of her sisters into hysterics with her shenanigans.

Cordelia shuffled away, sulking once Gavin was done, and he nearly sagged into the closest chair, exhausted although it was barely after 12 in the afternoon.

It took another little while to fully calm Aurora and Wisteria down, and both of them ended up wandering away, eyes puffy from their tears, hands clasped together as they left.

Rowan held her arms out to Gavin, and together they both slumped onto the couch, groaning.

“Mama, I watch movie?” Gardenia asked, turning to peer up at the two of them, unperturbed by the commotion.

“Okay, love,” Rowan sighed, reaching for the remote. “What would you like to watch?”

“Elsa?”

She nodded, flicking through their movies. “The one with the little lizard?”

“Oh, yes!”

A ghost of a smile danced across her lips. “Perfect, there you go, tater tot.”

Appeased, Gardenia turned her attention to the television, her focus utterly diverted.

“I’m so tired,” Rowan muttered, pressing her face against Gavin’s chest. “I’m so tired.”

He rubbed her back gently, humming in agreement. “You deserve a rest.”

Her head popped up, nose wrinkled as she glared at him. “You deserve a rest.”

He chuckled, cupping her cheek. “Maybe we both deserve a rest.”

Another sigh, her eyes falling closed as she leaned into his touch. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Then let’s rest.”

She tipped her head back, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What do you mean?”

“Aurora and Wisteria have probably gone off to play in their room, Cordelia will probably take a nap until she feels a little better, Sorrel is playing in his playpen, and Gardenia-” 

At the sound of her name Gardenia tipped her head upside down to look at them for a moment. She blinked, and Gavin blinked back. Then she giggled, and Gavin poked her nose, telling her to watch her movie.

“Well, she’s almost completely absorbed in her movie,” he continued, lowering her voice. “So why don’t we take a rest?”

Rowan wrinkled her brow, looking ready to argue with him. She was always ready to argue with him when he suggested rest, when he suggested doing nothing for a little while.

“No buts,” he said, nuzzling his nose against hers. “Unless-”

She smacked him, and he smiled, chuckling when she smacked him again. “Don’t you dare say it.”

He slid one hand lower, but he didn’t even get to squeeze her ass before she was smacking his arm again, mouth pressed in a thin line to try and staunch her stream of laughter.

“Gavin,” she chided, even as a bubble of laughter spilled from her lips.

He leaned closer, resting his head on her shoulder. “Yes?”

She groaned, as if in disbelief, but Gavin could feel her smile in his hair as she pressed a kiss to his head. “That’s very naughty, you know. You might get coal this year for Christmas.”

“No I won’t,” he said, letting his eyes fall closed, letting himself succumb to his fatigue. “I turned the elf towards the wall, it can’t see anything.”

She didn’t stop herself from laughing this time, snuggling closer. “Well in that case, I suppose you can do whatever you want.”

He sighed. “Good, because I want to rest with you for a while.”

She hummed, running fingers through his hair. “Then we can rest. For as long as you would like.”

And that was the last thing he heard before he slipped away into sleep, his dreams blissfully void of elves and coal.

[charlesandmartine]

Saturday 17th June 2023

Some progress made vis-a-vis bears. Our host this morning, foreseeing the possibility of meeting bear sceptics like us had taken the time to prepare some video evidence of wild bears exploring his neighbour's garden. They appeared pretty genuine, so at least we can agree that these animals are not entirely fictitious.

We polished the new apartment back to the pristine condition we found it in being careful to pocket any unused complimentary food items. We had a 2 hour drive ahead of us to reach the Nanaimo ferry back into Vancouver but we just had time to detour via Victoria the capital city of VI. We were glad we found the time to visit this highly agreeable city; sitting eating our sandwiches on the wharf side opposite their parliament building was exceedingly pleasant. As were the sandwiches. The ferry sailed on time and we found ourselves on the way from the island of forests, mountains and lakes to a mainland comprised of forests, mountains and lakes. Sitting unexpectedly at the rear of the ferry checking on where we had been and reading, we were continuously interrupted by a circle of Canadians who had clearly paid extra to make as much noise as possible and chirrup in that extremely irritating way they do. Thank goodness we only had them as companions for 95 minutes! Fortunately we had a return night at the highly opulent Days Inn by Wyndham Hotel at Vancouver Airport to look forward to. Set in a deserted run down neighbourhood on the airport perimeter, the sort of area one expects tumbleweed to drift along the road was our chosen bed for the night. These hotels look so luxurious, fetching and enticing on their websites with happy successful professional smiling people saying you too could stay in a smart establishment like this and be as happy, successful, professional and smiley as me. The breakfast is okay in its own vegetarian sort of way, and the rooms are ideal for stone deaf plane spotters! But first we needed to hand the Audi back to Mr Alamo and become pedestrians again. Before we could bring ourselves to check into Days Inn, we had a Wendy's Burger at the airport. What a lovely day! Still, we have a free bottle of wine that needs dealing with before we can board Brilliance of the Seas tomorrow bound for Alaska. The only fly in the ointment is that it is Chardonnay!!!!! Yuck.

[nanaimosmiles]

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[astra-galaxie]

"Now, we just need to get it on the back! Want to help me, Gigantor (Fili)?" - Danyon Wilson

Biographical information

Full Name: Danyon Wilson

Gender: Demi boy

Sexuality: Gay

Status: Alive

Age: 18 (season 1)

Birth: 1995

Race: Human

Nationality: American

Origin: Fairview, Grimsborough, USA

Residence: Fairview, Grimsborough, USA

Profession(s): High School Student

Partner(s): Noah Smith (boyfriend) (deceased)

Affiliation(s): Fairview High School LGBTQ+ Club

Profile

Height: 5'9" Age: 18 (season 1) Weight: 147lbs Eyes: green Blood: O-

Danyon is a teenager with short, curly brown hair shaved on the left side. He has bright green eyes and a blinding smile that can light up a room. In his case appearance, he wears dark blue shorts with teal suspenders, light blue sneakers with rainbow socks, a blue tank top with a darker vest, and a turquoise bandana around his neck. He also has multiple rainbow bracelets on his wrists, a heart-shaped earring in his right ear, and spare miniature flags in a bag attached to his belt.

As per his suspect appearance in The Ways of Death, it is known that Danyon has read Animal Farm, eats Nanaimo bars, and uses hair dye.

Synopsis

Danyon was the boyfriend of the late Noah Smith and a high school student at Fairview High School. He was the president of the school's LGBTQ+ club and an active member of the Grimsborough pride community. He volunteered at many local events in support of his fellow LGBTQ+ members and always looked forward to wearing his rainbow colours.

He met Noah at a rally outside of Grimsborough after convincing his parents to let him and his friends go for the weekend. He was surprised to see Noah there as he had heard stories about the man bullying others for their "differences." And yet, there was Noah decked out in rainbow colours, smiling and having fun with his friends. He couldn't believe his eyes, so he decided to talk to Noah and find out who he really was.

After the first awkward conversation, Danyon and Noah exchanged phone numbers and began texting. Soon they became friends and later boyfriends. They discovered they had a lot in common, and Danyon learned about the Noah behind the mask. He was pleasantly surprised by how friendly Noah was once you got to know him and loved his tiny nervous laugh.

Danyon began helping Noah to apologize to those he hurt in the past. When Noah returned to Grimsborough for the culture festival, Danyon introduced him to his friends and members of the Grimsborough LGBTQ+ community. It was hard for others to accept that Noah wasn't the man they thought he was, but they gave him a chance to redeem himself.

When Danyon learned of his boyfriend's murder, he was heartbroken. He had JUST been talking to Noah at lunch, and while his boyfriend complained of a stomach ache, Danyon never thought Noah was actively dying! He wishes he had stayed with Noah; maybe then they would have realized something was wrong and could have gotten him to the hospital in time to save him. But Danyon will never know if that would have saved his boyfriend…

After Noah's father was arrested, Danyon was furious at the man. How could he kill his own son just because Noah loved another man?! It wasn't fair! Noah was doing so much to turn his life around, and this was how fate repaid him?! He should have been alive, graduated from university, and started a career; maybe even he and Danyon could have gotten married! But now, those dreams can never come true…

But even if Noah was now gone, Danyon is happy that his boyfriend got the justice he deserved. He vowed to do everything he could to ensure Noah's true self lived on in his memory and even has plans to one day create a foundation for youth in need in honour of Noah. He knows it will take time, but he doesn’t doubt that Noah will be watching over him. Danyon hopes one day, they will be able to reunite on the other side and be together again, happy and safe in each other's embrace.

Story Information

First appeared: The Ways of Death

Trivia

His name comes from two IRL gay men that I know

Likewise, his personality is based on the two of them

He aspires to be an elementary school teacher and do cosmetology on the side

He has a condition that is making his hair turn prematurely gray, so he dyes it brown

I themed his clothes after the gay flag (a mixture of greens and blues)

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames Mega Anime Avatar Creator! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad) Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad) Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad)

[bunnys-kisses]

can I pretty please get nanaimo bars,english muffin with the side of milkshake, frozen latte with Charles Leclerc 🥹🫶

bakery menu

the bakery is open and accepting orders! we're cooking up smiles every day! submit your own order! reblogs & comments are appreciated! thank you lovely anon for submitting this, it was something very different to write that i loved. size kink with charles is super interesting given how many people see him. but sometimes i forget he is close to six feet tall and built like someone who does f1. he may look sweet as honey, but there's probably something more sinister (sexually) going on in that brain of his, haha.

nanaimo bars ("who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it.") + english muffins ("aw, is someone crying?") + milkshake (size kink) + frozen latte (dumbification) served by charles leclerc (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, size difference/kink, dumbification, teasing/dirty talk, crying kink, cry baby!reader, oral sex (charles receives), deepthroating, facials & cock slapping, safe words/signals, hair pulling

"mon cœur"

"la douleur dans ma poitrine."

"mon amor..."

"ma salope."

charles liked to make you cry. he loved when his mean words would curl up into your brain and make that waterworks come out. he was the prince of ferrari and of his home country. it's pride and joy. he was seen as effortlessly cool and could entice anyone. that smile, those green eyes. but even with all he had been afforded, nothing turned him on more than seeing his precious girlfriend's bottom lip wobble her eyes grow cloudy with tears.

he was running on high after monza, it was like everything was barking in the back of his head. even out of his driving suit and away from the track for the night, he could still feel the adrenaline. and while many would go for a run or spend the night with a drink in hand. he yearned for something different.

and when he saw you in his lavish hotel room, in one of his shirts and what appeared nothing else underneath. he knew that he was in for a treat tonight. with his bag down and his shoes off, he entered further into the room. he ended up by you on the couch and took you by the chin.

he smiled, "most take off the make up before they get comfortable." his thumb trailed under your left eye.

you replied, "i took everything off earlier and put on the mascara that runs easily." it was from a cheap brand at the pharmacy. perfect for what charles liked.

he chuckled, "you are just full of surprises, my love. you're going to be good for me tonight, right?" it was moments like these that you realized just how much bigger charles was. most painted him as short and frail.

he was just under six foot but built in a way to withstand the strain of racing. with large hands and thighs that could kill. his hand could easily fit around your neck as easily as his cock did to the back of your throat. there was a flicker in the greens of his eyes, the noble prince had stripped away into a hungry animal that yearned for you.

you swallowed, "i always am. always for you."

he tapped your cheek six times and you tapped his wrist once in response. even if these sick games where you cried and grew stupid on his cock, there were limits everyone had. charles didn't want to break your little world apart because he took it too far. he got on the couch next to you and undid his belt. your delicate hands helped him and dropped the leather to the floor.

charles held you face to look at him. he remarked, "you really are pathetic, so eager. i'm surprised you didn't stalk the halls looking for something to fuck your throat while i was out."

you frowned a little bit, "i'd never, honey."

he pinched your cheek a little harder than normal and leaned in, "right, right. because you're a good girl, my pretty girl. who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it." his words were enticing and it made your stomach flip.

"i am."

"you are pretty, my love." he said, "god blessed you with good looks because he knew you'd be stupid. add a dash of being a cock hungry whore and sometimes i get worried. i've never wanted to kill a man, but if another sank his teeth into you." his words were low and they made you curl in your gut.

if you wanted out, as a last resort. tap once then six times in rapid succession. charles liked to make your bottom lip wobble, but he wasn't a monster. he pulled you in for another searing kiss, his hand in between your legs. he felt panties as he rubbed his hand up.

he knew it was going to be a long night tonight. but first, he had his eyes on your pretty throat. after all his marks had faded over the week. while there would be press photos soon, they didn't mean he couldn't mess up the inside of your throat. even if you couldn't talk for the week, he was more than happy to do all the talking for both of you.

"stupid thing." he said, "you know that? i feel sorry for whatever school gave you your diploma." he acted like he wasn't at your graduation, "i bet you paid them off. or worse, sucked them off. little whore on campus, too stupid to actually learn anything except be on her knees and breath through her nose." he made a small noise of disappointment.

and charles got excited at the sight of you. that bottom lip was going, he could see the shudder in your shoulders. that struck a nerve, post-secondary was hard for you. you felt like people called you dumb without actually saying it. and charles' toxic words only added the fuel to the fire of doubt.

"aw, is someone crying? don't cry." he said, faking sympathy, "if you start crying then you won't suck my cock properly." he rubbed the back of your head as he watched the tears come down your cheek. he sighed once more, "silly thing."

soon your head was between his legs. he could feel your hot tears against the base of his cock as they streamed down your face. they weren't a rush of tears, but a slow trickle as charles' words clouded your head.

you started to work his cock and he felt the excitement in his body. it took a good while but eventually you learned how to deep throat him. he hissed and held onto the back of your head. you were both still clothed (or at least partially for you).

charles had a habit of running his mouth when your mouth was on him. and he rocked the blunt end of his cock up against the back of your throat, occasionally making you choke, he started talking. "i should throw you to the rest of ferrari. let them ruin you. then maybe you'll stop being so greedy for cock when you've had enough for a lifetime. i see how they look at you, my logo across your pretty breasts as you look so cute down at the paddock. if i waved my hand and told them to have their way with you, you wouldn't be getting far." he tugged on your hair a little and forced you up and down his cock faster.

you choked a little bit and sputtered, trying to catch your breath through your nose. it all was a deep throb in your head as you tried to cram as much of his cock into your throat.

"i'd say they'd make your ass ferrari red. but i think it would be closer to mercedes black. you wouldn't be able to sit right for months. maybe i'd be generous and let the other drivers have a chance too. crying on their cocks."

you sniffled, tears welled up in your eyes some more. while most despised having 'raccoon eyes', charles found it endearing. the poor little thing can't help but cry because she knows that he's right. you knew in your gut that you were at least a little cock hungry at all times. he watched you squirm in your seat at times while you let your imagination run wild.

he continued to use you to his liking. you were perfect. trained you from the ground up to be perfect on his cock. he caught glimpses of your face and your red eyes. poor thing, crying to much making a big mess.

so dumb, so small, so stupid.

he took his cock out of your mouth and rubbed it up against your cheek roughly. spit and pre-cum caught across your right eyelashes. his cock pushed your top lip up and he groaned at the sight. your tongue licked a bit of pre-cum that was dangerously close to your face.

"so small, i'm surprised you could take all this. i remember when i couldn't put it in without prepping you. then you spent all season training your cunt for when i got home. now you take me in every way perfectly." he licked his lips, "you know where you belong."

his words excited you as you put your mouth back on his cock. you whimpered as you felt it hit the back of your throat once more. he was big in a way that it made you squirm.

you continued up and down his cock, putting all your brain power (what little you had left) into taking him well. you coughed and panted, air felt in short supply as you got him to the base. your nose in his groomed pubic hair.

a picture perfect beauty, all for charles to devour.

he knew he was close. he could feel it in his bones and in the tension of his muscles. he then tensed up further with his hand in your hair and pulled your mouth off his cock (as much as it pained him to do that). with his other hand he stroked himself off quickly to the sight of your quivering, overheated body. you panted heavily and he finished all over your face. he streaked your skin white with cum up to your forehead. it dripped down your face as you coughed a little.

the debauched sight made him get a few more ropes up cum on your face before he settled down. he pulled your head back to look at you, you could barely have your eyes open. he wished he could take a picture. the white of cum and the mascara mixed tears created a sight that made charles run hot.

"now you look like a slut." he said as he got his jeans off. he rubbed his cock up against your soft lips before he slapped his still hard cock against your face, only making the mess on your cheeks more intense.

"charles." your throat felt raw from it. you looked at him and panted heavily, your tongue stuck out a little bit. and charles knew the night was far over. he fucked you stupid without stimulating your poor pussy. he wanted to see how stupid he could make you.

"we're not done yet." he said.

you tilted your head to the side, almost innocently as if your face wasn't a mess. you asked, "what?" your brain not capturing all the words properly.

he held onto you for a moment and said, "ten seconds to clean up your face. then i want you naked on the bed, or i'll fuck you on the bathroom floor." then let go of you and watched you scramble to clean yourself up. those words stuck in your blissed out brain even though you almost tripped over yourself.

charles chuckled and leaned further back onto the couch, his cock at full attention. even though the mascara was going to be gone, it was okay. you still looked just as pretty with just those tears streaming down your face. <3

[rosenallies]

Babes I have two little Jat drabbles for you since I haven’t graced you with my stories in a while 🤭 jk jk But I thought these were cute…

When Nat has to work night shifts, she comes home at like 5am. Jane always leaves a few little lights on for her so she doesn’t come home to a dark apartment 🥺 Normally, Nat jumps straight in the shower because hospital germs 🥴, but today she’s absolutely starving so she makes her way to the kitchen for a snack and she sees that Jane left a beautiful glass vase full of yellow tulips (yellow tulips mean “there’s sunshine in your smile”) on the table, along with a note saying that they love her and there’s Nanaimo bars (Canadian desert, if you haven’t tried it you should! They’re so good!!) waiting for her in the freezer 😭 I imagine this isn’t the first (or last) time Jane has left little gifts for her to find and Nat is just constantly walking around with a glowing heart like from Jane the Virgin 😭

Since she wakes up first, Natalie makes Jane coffee in the morning. She brings it to the their room, sets it on the nightstand and gently kisses their cheek to wake them 😭 Jane is not a morning person so it takes a while to rouse them, and when they finally open their eyes they’ll just grab Nat and pull her down to lay on them. Natalie can barely speak through her giggles while she tries to tell them that the coffee is going to get cold but Janey already fell back asleep 😭

The girlies are back <3 I feel like night shifts would be rlly hard on Natalie and Jane always tries to make it as easy as possible for her 😁 making her lunches and leaving her little gifts when she gets home ☺️ and when she works night shifts and sleeps in, Jane loves it bc she can stay snuggled in bed with her