#but i will allow capitalism to give me some cute chocolates...

[tothepointofinsanity]

[Bought a pack of Halloween Reese's imported from the eagle freedom country...the chocolates are shaped to resemble jack-o'-lantern, ghosts and bats...I hope when I go home and open them, they actually look like that...]

[poormeowmeowcollector]

The perfect Christmas Tree

Relationship: Loki/short!reader

Summary: You want to make the Christmas season something more livid within the tower, but you can't find a good tree. Until Loki offers his help.

Notes: part of the 'Tis The Season Challenge of @the-emo-asgardian and a twisted form of 10. Finding the perfect Christmas tree. But, in my defense, it didn't say who is the perfect Christmas tree ans it's 3am.

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You always loved Christmas. It is the time of the year when your family is a little less annoying and you are a bit more tolerant of listening to "All I Want For Christmas Is You” (as long as it's the My Chemical Romance version) and the food is just a huge plus.

The Avengers don't have the best memories around Christmas—maybe with the exception of Sam, Steve and Bucky—and you can't blame them. Hell, Thor, Loki and Wanda aren't even Christians, but Thor enjoys the food and Loki just goes around saying that this is a celebration stolen from pagans and then capitalism stole it from Christians. And he does celebrate Yule but you caught him at 4am raiding the cookies Wanda had baked for Hanukkah.

And, since Christmas is the happiest season for winter, you decided to make the perfect Christmas celebration the tower has ever seen. And you are so close to it. There are cookies and movies and songs and decorations and Wanda and Thor helped you include Hanukkah and Yule to the party—since Loki, the actual witch, is too busy with seasonal depression to help—but something is missing.

And that something is the damned tree.

You tried to find the best tree but it was pointless. Both Thor and Loki are extremely sensitive to earthly plants, so an actual tree is out of the list, and all the fake ones look too fake. And you want something special for the tree, but you don't know what.

So, you are now just sitting in the living room, staring at the empty corner with the decorations from the three religions beside you and trying to think of what to do.

"Still thinking about that tree, huh?" Loki's voice interrupts the silence. You hide a flinch and turn to face him with a smile. He smiles back, walking closer and leaving the hot cup of chocolate on the table.

"That obvious…" You sigh. He has seen better days, that's sure. The dark circles from the attack have returned, making his pale green eyes glow, his hair looks like a mess and he's in some dark green Æsir pyjamas. But he's still pretty.

Or your crush is still going strong.

"Why don't you just give up. This thing won't work and you know it," He asks and you frown, staring at him as you search for an answer.

He turns away to take a sip of his chocolate, and your eyes are still on him. On his hair. They look like they used to during the attack, like a sinister Christmas tree.

He sees you smiling like you just lost your mind as your brain clicks everything together.

"Stand up," You demand, and he gives you the raised eyebrow.

"What?"

"Please, stand up, I have an idea!" You repeat. He still doesn't get it but obeys.

"Great. Now go to that corner," You instruct as you smile. Loki gives you a look but does what you say. And you grab the green garland and tangle his body with it, careful not to tie his hands.

"What are you doing?" He asks, way too clearly than needed. He always does that when he's angry.

"You'll be the Christmas tree!" You smile. And he glares at you, not believing what you say.

"Forget it," He snaps and tries to walk away but you put a hand on his chest.

"Please, it'll be fun. For me, please…" You beg, deploying the puppy eyes. For the last months on the team, Loki had suggested a lot of crazy things and you will not make him take your turn to madness. He sighs and closes his eyes.

"I will regret it but… fine," He hums, walking back to his place as you pass the red garland around him.

"You will look so pretty!" You exhale, grinning like a sunbeam.

"I haven't slept for a week, haven't showered in three days and I'm running lower on will to live than your laptop on battery. How will I be pretty?" He disagrees, and you suppress a frown. You always hate it when he doesn't feel good, he doesn't deserve it.

"Don't you trust me?" You ask, blinking at him. He sighs, again.

"I do, dear…" He tries to make a small smile, but he looks like he doesn't remember how.

"Then, trust me when I say that you will look perfect," You respond, making his smile widen.

He stands still as you tangle him with the lights. You are too focused on not risking him getting electrocuted to speak and he stays silent as well. But when you are done with this, he says one word "cocoa,". You nod and grab the cup from the table, standing in your tiptoes as you place it on his lips and let him sip—he can't move his hands without ruining something.

"Thank you, dear," He smiles and allows you to place the cup back before you can start placing the balls and decorations you made with Thor and Wanda, or tangle the little ropes with the garlands and lights in order to sit there.

And then, you hang two pieces in his ears, glad to find out that they sit perfectly and that Loki doesn't give you the murder glare.

"But why are you so eager to make this thing?" He asks, watching as you try to tangle a homemade star of David on his shoulder.

"Because this is a season when we can just have something together and be less miserable," You respond without a second thought. Loki makes a low sound from the back of his throat.

"Why have you decided to hate it so much?" You ask, staring at him.

"It doesn't feel right," He mutters, almost ashamed of his answer. You tilt your head, asking for elaboration. "It's all about family and being with people you love and all those things and… I haven't lived it… It's like it's mocking me, you know," He looks away, the shame getting stronger. It was about Asgard, like always…

You cup his hand, he was inhumanly cold as always, searching for his eyes. "That's why I'm making this thing. You're not the only one with bad or no memories about this season, and you deserve some happy memories…" You speak softly, hoping you don't make things worse.

He turns back to you, his eyes glowing with tears he tries to hold and a slight smile on his lips. He mouths a thank you, not having the voice to speak it up. And you reply with a smile, squeezing his hand before you release it, a small whine echoing.

"I just have to place the star and you're ready," You announce, digging into the bag for the golden star. You laugh as you take it out and stand on your tiptoes to reach Loki's head.

"Do you want me to duck?" He asks, seeing your struggle. To be fair, you are not exactly gifted with inches and he is the third tallest avenger, after Thor and Steve.

"No, I'm fine. I just gotta…" You sigh between your teeth, trying to reach him.

A green light appears beneath you and lifts you up several inches, reversing the high deference. "Thank you, sweetie," You smile. He tries to hide a blush.

Damn, he looks so cute from up here!

You place the star and balance it on his head, secretly thanking him for his good posture. You lower yourself to have eye contact. "Now you look like a pretty Christmas tree," You smile and kiss the tip of his nose.

His magical platform vanishes, and two glowing hands that tickle when they touch you bring you closer to him. At first, he just brushes his forehead to yours. But then, you pull him to a kiss.

He tastes so nice, like snow and mint and chocolate. And you can smell the aftershave in his face, feel the small grin before he kisses back, the magic hands holding you softer, closer.

"Alright, what's going on?" Tony asks, or yells, from the door. The magic hands vanish and you stare at him.

"I'm kissing our Christmas tree," You blink, as if this isn't the weirdest thing you ever said.

"I love it too…" You hum, bringing him close to a hug.

"Ok, you're high. Loki, let's suppose you are the one with a decent state of mind. Why are you covered in Christmas decoration?" Tony sighs. You can see Loki grinning, his cheeks flushed.

"Oh, I'm the Christmas tree," He answers, again, as if this isn't on his top ten of weirdest things he ever said. Tony groans.

"Why did I wake up today?" He asks himself, rubbing his eye bridge.

"And, can you call the others? We're about to light him up, people should watch." You ask, smiling at Tony. He sighs and nods, speaking to JARVIS as he settles on the sofa.

"Cocoa, my love?" Loki asks. You nod and grab the cup, bringing it to his lips and letting him take a long sip. When he's over, you place it back and steal a small kiss, tasting the chocolate again.

"You really know how to make a hot cocoa," You smile at him. He bites his lip and tries to hide his blushing.

And then, people start arriving. And they all stare at Loki like he's naked. Some ask what is happening and you inform them with a smile. When everyone is settled down, you plug in the lights and walk back to admire your work.

Loki grins and raises his hands like he's asking for a hug, watching as people start smiling at the sheer ridiculousness of the view. And he doesn't give a care.

Sam takes his phone out and snaps a shot, grinning. Everyone but Steve, Bucky and Thor mimic him, snickering echoing.

"You won't post something, right?" He asks, hiding his worry. Loki has been trying to fix his public image since he became an Avenger, and this is certainly not what he means by this.

"I promise nothing," Sam smiles.

Loki tries to walk to where Sam is, but the sound of plugs getting pulled and decorations breaking stops him.

"Don't post. It's private. We'll pick up the mess," You snap. Sam nods and leaves, everyone following his steps until you are alone with Loki again.

"Come on, lets get those things off you," You mutter and untie the decorations before you get the garlands and lights off him. As you put them back to the bag, he kneels down and makes all the pieces of broken balls and hammers disappear.

"You know…" Loki trails off, now sitting on the clean ground. You already know what he's about to say.

"This was ridiculous and embarrassing, I know. I'm sorry," You don't get the courage to stare at him. But he does let his hand cup yours, bringing you down to him.

"It was fun. You know, I love it when you let me be goofy and have fun… Not a lot of people did in the past," He smiles, brushing his cold fingers against your hand.

~~~

"You get used to it, actually," Loki hums, staring at the tree.

Well, the "tree" is a hologram of Loki yesterday, his hands raised and a self proud smile on his face.

You hum, shifting to get more comfortable in his shoulder. He smiles and turns to you.

"Well, you make a good tree," You shrug. He traces his fingers on your cheek, giving you another sweet kiss.

[hermionemonica]

Cause I knew I was in love with you (when we sat in silence): Marichat May 2020 - Day 14

AO3 | For the @marichatmay

Collab with @lalunaoscura

DAY 1 | <-13 | 14 | 15->

Day 14 — Chocolate

Marinette shut her closet door and turned to look at Chat, who was rolling up some fabric.

“Would you like some hot chocolate?” She asked him.

“I guess,” he shrugged his shoulders, “why not?”

“What kind do you like?” She took one of his arms and put it around herself. “I personally prefer milk chocolate, because I have got a sweet tooth.”

Chat scratched the back of his head, “I don't really know?”

“What do you mean you don't know?”

“Actually I have never had hot chocolate.” He was a little awkward admitting it.

“Wait, what?” Marinette straightened up and let Chat’s arm drop from around her shoulder. “Are you saying you have never tasted hot chocolate in your life? Not even once?”

Chat Noir nodded.

“Oh my God, that is so wrong!” She exclaimed. “We have to set it right at once! Are cats even allowed to drink hot chocolate?”

“I am not a real cat.”

“Right.”

“Princess, look at me!” He grabbed her wrists in both his hands. “Don't freak out, please!”

“But I don't want to ruin your first time!”

Chat blushed furiously at the double-entendre. Only then did Marinette realise what she had said. Her eyes widened and she let out a little squeak.

“I swear I didn't mean it that way!” She spoke in a high-pitched voice.

“I know, Princess.” Her cuteness made him giggle.

“Chat Noir,” she whined, “I don't even know what type of chocolate you like.”

“I promise you,” he held her hands in his and lifted them, “I will love anything my Princess will make for me.”

Now it was Marinette's turn to blush and giggle.

“At least tell me whether you like sweet, bitter, spicy or minty?” 

“Make it like how you think about me.”

Marinette scrunched up her nose as she seemed to analyse Chat Noir's entire personality.

“Got it!” She exclaimed after a few moments. 

“Tell me,” Chat pleaded.

“No,” she declared, “I want it to be a surprise!”

She turned away towards the trapdoor. Before she exited through it, she turned back to look one more time. “Don’t get up to any mischief while I am gone, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good kitty.” She gave him a smile before leaving.

Chat Noir sat down on the floor, looking around the room. At first glance, it'd seem like there wasn't much to see. But the harder you looked, the more details you would spot. He had been here so many times already, and yet there was so much of this little room that he had not explored. How Marinette managed to fit so much into such a small space while still making it look not messy was beyond him.

That was why he could not keep still for more than twenty seconds.

He went snooping around her chaise lounge, where a few rolls of fabric and a heap of clothes were placed beside it. He felt the fabric, it was soft. Adrien had been forced to wear uncomfortable, stiff clothes more often than he liked, which was why he chose to wear casual clothes more often. It was also the reason why he had a particular love for soft fabrics. He sniffed the pile of clothes, and a smell that was distinctly Marinette's calmed his olfactory senses.

His instincts took him to Marinette's desk next. Textbooks and notebooks were arranged in a neat pile. Pens, pencils, brushes and other stationary were stuffed into two cups. As he looked over the soft pink surface of the table-top, his eyes fell on the drawer. The corner of a page stuck out of it. He opened the drawer, intending to place the paper inside properly.

But he stopped when he noticed what was on that paper.

It was a sketch of himself. Chat Noir, that is. It was not very detailed, more like a quick doodle. Underneath was written in feminine capital letters “CHAT NOIR". The “NOIR" was darkened to the point that there were dents on the paper, clearly from tracing the letters over and over again.

Chat was confused. What exactly was that all about?

As he kept looking at the paper, he spotted a scribble on the side which had been struck through multiple times so that the original thing was almost illegible. But that piqued his interest, and he was not going to let go until he had made it out.

Was it-? He could make out a “CHAT" and a “B" right next to it. 

He held up the paper against the light. It was “BLANC".

Chat Blanc?

What was that?

He did not have much time to think though, because he heard Marinette coming through the trapdoor. True, he could have hidden the paper away and pretended that nothing happened. But his curiosity got the better of him.

“What are you doing there, kitty?” Marinette came up behind him and placed two steaming mugs on top of the desk.

“I was just looking around, and-” he held up the paper, “-what is this Princess?”

It was probably a good thing that Marinette had already put the mugs down, or else, she would have surely dropped them and made a mess of the floor. Because of the way her eyes widened and her body stiffened, it wasn’t difficult to say that she was totally shocked.

“Wh- where did you get that?” She swooped in to grab the paper but Chat was too fast for her. “Give it to me!”

“Not before you tell me what this is about.” He took complete advantage of his height as he held the paper high above his head, where Marinette could not reach it. “Why have you traced and retraced the letters of NOIR over and over?”

“I will tell you but first give me back my paper!”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, now give it already!”

Chat relented and handed the paper back to her. “Now tell me.”

Marinette realised that he would not let it go unless he got an answer. “It’s because,” she tried to come up with an excuse, “because I kept getting the spelling wrong! Yes, the spelling! So I traced over the words so that it gets embedded into my memory!”

“Oh.” Something about Marinette’s words seemed off. The way her eyebrows twitched and her hands shook, he was worried about her. That was why he refrained from asking further about the ‘Chat Blanc’.

“So,” he sniffed around the two mugs as Marinette put the paper away in her closet, “which one of these sweet-smelling chocolates is mine?”

He was trying hard to change the topic, and Marinette could understand that. “The black one,” she called out, “but don’t start before I come!”

“Oh my God, this smells so good!” Chat Noir took a long whiff of his mug. “What did you put in it?”

“You’ll see.” Marinette arrived holding a DVD in her hand. “Alright so,” she announced, “who wants to watch Tangled with me?”

“Me!” Chat noir leaped up with his hand raised, earning a giggle from Marinette. 

“Come on over here, then!” She pulled both chairs in front of her computer.

Chat looked between the computer and her chaise lounge. “Can’t we,” he spoke in a little voice, “move the chaise over to the computer so that we can lounge while we watch?” 

“No can do, kitty!” Marinette assumed a stern expression on her face, although the corners of her lips tugged into a little smile. “There will be no moving around in my room.” Chat Noir’s shoulders drooped at her words. “But, what if we put one chair away and I sit on your lap?”

“Yes!” Chat Noir visibly lit up at the offer. That boy was a sucker for cuddles. So was Marinette actually, she could never have enough of Chat’s warm, cozy cuddles.

“Can you bring over the mugs without spilling them?”

“Yup!” Chat was actually doing a better job than her at effortlessly balancing the mugs in his hands. He handed the pink mug to Marinette. “Now, cuddle time?”

Marinette blushed as she sat down on Chat's lap. As he wrapped an arm around her, Marinette mumbled, “I'm not crushing your legs, am I?”

“Nah,” Chat shrugged. “You weigh as light as a feather to me.”

Marinette giggled as Chat nuzzled his face into her neck. “Stop or I'll spill my chocolate!”

Chat listened to her for once. As Marinette rested her head against his shoulder, he took a sip out of his mug.

“Woah!” He exclaimed, “This tastes so amazing! What did you put in it?”

“Cardamom,” Marinette smirked. “For that's how I think of you: sweet with a spicy flavour.”

Chat's lips slowly curved into a huge grin. “I see,” he said with a smirk.

Marinette felt her heart beat faster at the way his eyes looked. Did she cross a line at the “spicy" comment? But when Chat Noir did not bring it up again, she finally relaxed.

Halfway through the movie, Chat Noir looked down and saw that Marinette had fallen asleep in his lap, her mouth slightly open. He smiled. Quietly turning off her computer, he picked her up in his arms and carried her away to her bed. 

As he settled down into the bed beside her, he wondered what Chat Blanc meant? And what was the real reason behind that doodle? There were a lot of questions in his mind, but he knew he could not get the answers from the one person who could give them to him. So the only way was to bury them away.

But when Marinette turned her face towards him, her breath smelling faintly of chocolate, he could not stop a smile from coming to his lips. This girl was trying so hard to hide all her secrets and hold back all of her fears. The least he could do was let her forget them as long as he was with her. If talking about them upset her, he would not ask unless she wanted to tell him by herself.

He slowly drifted to sleep, surrounded by the smell of chocolate and Marinette’s body wash, wrapped in Marinette’s arms and legs, and that was the closest to Heaven he had ever felt. 

[howtodisassembleyourdeviant]

Valentine

I know, it’s just a holiday to capitalize on love, but as someone who has never received a Valentine that wasn’t out of obligation, I have dreams, dang it!

Was gonna post it ON Valentine’s Day, but I realized I was off work on Monday (Off work = Offline) so I didn’t account for the missing day when working on my stories for Cute Girls and Hot Androids Week. Anyway, this is a good warm-up for what is to come. I guarantee my next ones won’t be so PG, so be warned! 

He had never felt so terrified in his life. He has been in more life and death situations in his short life than most veteran officers. He fell off a roof to his death and helped free thousands of androids from the most powerful company in the world. None of that left him feeling as he did now. He was literally made for those kinds of situations, however, so why would he feel nervous as he does now? This was something so far beyond his comfort zone he was wondering why he was doing it. Then, you walk by, bright smile, eyes sparkling when they meet his, hips swaying in a way that demanded his rapt attention. He is reminded of why. He loves you, and this was all about showing just how much.

Valentine's day.

It was an odd holiday, with many variations. He studied up on it, coming across traditions and tips. He got distracted a couple of times, reading about a few homicides that happened on the same day. In the end, according to his research, there was a good chance you would not appreciate it if he didn't make a big deal of the holiday, and it could deal a blow to yours and his relationship. With the relationship being so young, not even a year yet, he cannot afford that kind of risk. He still thinks back to Christmas and cringes, hearing you shouting at him for scanning one of his gifts before he could open it. He could only imagine how much worse it would have been had he gotten to the others.

Still, that was then, and he had learned his lesson. He has studied up on the holiday and has started to construct a plan. It will be the most romantic night of your life.

..................

He was staring at the roses in the display case. Tradition dictates that a dozen red roses were the most romantic. His eyes locked on them and his body froze. He sees the trellis and the woman standing before it, tending to the blood-colored blooms. He hears her voice, condemning his every action. Disappointment.

"Sir?" A voice chimes from behind him. How long has he been standing here? "Is there something I can help you with?" The small woman smiled up at him. Her appearance reminds him of a garden gnome he had seen while walking Sumo. It only seems fitting that she should work here.

"Y-" he clears his throat, "-Yes. I'm looking to get a bouquet."

"Alright, well, let's start simple. Who's it for?"

"My girlfriend." It still felt like a foreign word from his tongue, but it made him smile nonetheless.

"I see. For Valentines?" She had an insinuating smugness about her face, "Well, roses are a fine choice,-" she saw him eye them, as if they would attack at any moment, "-however, sometimes sticking to traditions can be considered boring. Not all women like that. Instead, try focusing on what she would like."

What you like? Why didn't he think of that? Did you even like roses? Looking over memories, he noticed you commenting more on the different colors and their fragrance rather than the roses physical appearance. You liked them, but no more than any other flowers. You would choose by appearance, rather than by name. He started broadening his sights, looking at the many different blossoms the little shop housed. You like to show him things that spark your interests, so he tries thinking like you. What would you want to show him? He finds what he's looking for on a shelf. Would this be okay? 

"She has unique tastes, " the store clerk beamed, taking his choice up to the front.

"I suppose this is as far from tradition as you could possibly get, " he felt anxious about his choice. He knows you'd love it, but what does it have to do with Valentine's day?

"Then make your own tradition. If it's true love, then whatever you do will be perfect in her eyes." He smiled. This garden gnome was clearly wise beyond her years. What is the lifespan of a gnome? He was getting distracted again. 

"Thank you, Ms.-" Connor tries not to scan people off shift after Hank chastised him.

"Greta is just fine." Greta the Garden Gnome. Surely this can be no accident. "I hope your lady loves her gift."

"I'm sure she will."

............

Getting the chocolates was much easier. He knew your favorite brand and which ones to avoid. He had thought about making them himself, as tradition dictates that to be the most endearing, but his cooking skills were... Subpar. He was still adjusting to tastes and has learned he has a penchant for becoming distracted. He supposes his 'free thinking' mixed with his original program, to find out as much as possible in as little of time allowed, making it almost impossible to focus on one thing for too long.

 The little heart-shaped box only made his bizarre choice at the floral shop stand out. Maybe he shouldn't have taken the advice from a gnome to heart. It was too late now. Instead, he placed it in a small, red bag with pink tissue paper. At least this way it looked like a Valentine's present.

He walked towards your desk with his gifts in hand. When he didn't see you there, he assumed you must be running late. What he did see were several gifts stacked on top of your desk, along with a couple of bouquets and five separate boxes of chocolates. You had many... Admirers. It shouldn't bother him. He knew you were desirable to many. Yet, seeing all the blatant show of such affections, some even giving you their numbers, knowing you were already in a relationship. It rubbed him the wrong way. Still, he set his gift among the many flashier ones before heading to his own desk. 

He was shocked to find gifts addressed to him waiting for him, along with a bouquet of roses. Many of them were the same thirium-based chocolates, some of the only products made specifically for androids. He didn't particularly care for the flavor, the chocolate had a cheap, artificial taste compared to the chocolate syrup he tasted at your house.

 It was the roses that he was stuck on. He wants to remove them. Seeing them here, where he works, felt too much like they were barring down on him, waiting for him to make a mistake. He takes them and sets them on the ground, under his desk. Out of sight, out of mind. The rest of the gifts were shifted to the side.

You show up a few moments later. He was a little disappointed you did not come up to greet him, but you looked annoyed, so you might have chosen to spare him of your sour mood. You looked over your gifts, and Connor watched as you systematically dumped most of them in the trash, slamming it down before taking your seat and getting to work. That... Was not generally something people did when they received gifts. Only his gifts remained, much to his relief, though you didn't seem to pay them much mind either. A part of him was satisfied that you had ruthlessly destroyed all those people's hearts in one swift action, but he was astonished you would do something so tactless. Perhaps something happened to trigger your bad mood. He stood, hoping to help.

"Good morning, Y/n." Connor smiled down at you, standing next to your desk.

"Morning." You answered automatically, but it was brisk and clipped. You didn't even look up from your computer. Had he done something wrong?

"Are you alright?"

"Fine." He continued to stare expectantly.

"I said, I'm fine!" You snapped. 

He knows he should back off when you're like this, that he could only make it worse, but instead, he got down on his knees in front of you, taking your hands in his.

"Please, tell me what's wrong. I want to help." For a moment, he believes he had made the wrong choice, as you looked like you wanted to throttle him. Your gaze was intense, and he could see the red of his LED reflecting from your eyes. It takes a minute, but you lean forward and whisper into his ear.

"Why are you hiding the roses under your desk?" Your words were venomous, making a panic rise in him. You had seen him hide them, and he realizes that could be misinterpreted as concealing the gift so you wouldn't see it.

"I... I become distressed when I see red roses. I didn't want to look at them." He looked away, feeling foolish. What kind of person is afraid of roses? You knew of the zen garden, so you of all people would understand. "They remind me of her." You were quiet for a moment, your anger quickly melting.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" You buried your face in your hands, "God, I'm so stupid." You muttered to yourself.

"No, you're not." 

"I am! I thought, 'since you like clichés so much, you'll probably prefer the traditional gift for Valentine's Day.'" Wait a minute.

"The roses were from you?"

"Yes! Didn't you read the card?" He stood up, going to his desk and reaching under, grabbing the thin, glass vase the roses resided in. Riffling around them, he finds a card with a cartoon picture of a dog holding a heart on it. He flipped it over.

"My heart blooms only for you. Happy Valentine's Day, my Love. -❤Y/n" he could see the impression of your lips pressed into the card, making his thirium pump vibrate within his chest. Hiding your roses while he had only pushed the other gifts to the side seemed so much worse than hiding roses from a secret admirer. 

He heard a sniffling sound, seeing that you had turned back to your terminal, but your shoulders were trembling. You were trying so hard not to cry at work. Connor went back to you, pulling you from your seat and practically dragging you to the first available space, which happened to be the old records room. Before you could say anything, his lips crashed into yours, holding you tightly against him. He held your face, turning it slightly to get that perfect angle. Your hand went to the back of his neck, combing through his hair as your other one held his shirt in a death clasp, likely wrinkling the material, but he couldn't care less. He kept you locked to his ravenous lips until you were on the verge of passing out, pulling back as you gasped for air.  

"I'm sorry. I didn't know, " he murmured, wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

"I'm sorry, too. I saw you hide them and I made assumptions."

"You had no way of knowing. To be honest, I hadn't thought it was an issue until I was looking at them at the flower shop."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No, another time, maybe. Right now, I want to get through the workday, then take my girlfriend out on a romantic date. She might even gift me with a kiss at the end of the evening." He winked, making you smile. 

"You just might get a little more than that, if you like. Valentine's Day has many traditions for couples." At that, you dipped the hem of your jeans slightly, showing a bit of lace that had Connor captivated. His hands itched to reveal more, but you readjusted your pants, snapping out of your hold over him.

"We should probably get to work, " you spoke. He pulled you close for another kiss before grabbing the door, letting you lead the way. Instead of heading to your desk, you went to his, grabbing the roses. 

"It's fine, you can leave them-" but you chucked them into the trash in the break room.

"I'm not gonna leave them if they bother you. Besides, I have another gift for you." You went to your desk and grabbed your bag, rifling around, "I was gonna wait until after work, but here." You handed him a package, wrapping paper covered in blue and red hearts with a gold bow over the top. He opened it carefully, and inside was a hand-made knitted hat. It was grey, with a blue heart next to the cute face of a St. Bernard. On top was a pom pom with grey, white, and blue strings. He smiled.

"I hope it fits. I used your other beanie as a reference." He slipped it on, the inside lined with fleece, making the hat much warmer and softer. 

"It's perfect. Did you make it yourself?"

"Mostly. Simon helped me. I wanted to make you something, but as you can't eat solids, I thought I'd ask him for his opinion. I've never knitted anything before, but he's a pretty good teacher."

"I love it, thank you." You smiled, looking bashful before remembering the bag on your desk. You picked it up.

"Careful, " Connor warned before you could shove your hand inside. Instead, you picked the tissue out and looked inside. 

"Oh my God!" You carefully took out the small teddy bear planter. Growing inside was a Bear Paw succulent, all bundled together with their pink little claws. "It's so adorable! Thank you!"

"I thought you might prefer this."

"I love it! What made you buy a cactus though?" Some might find that insulting for Valentines.

"A garden gnome." You gave him a look.

"A... Garden gnome?"

"Yes."

"Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that brain of yours."

......

I like thinking that Connor is a bit oblivious with anything that doesn’t have to do with detective work. I also seen a few posts where Connor has an aversion to roses, particularly red ones, so I thought I’d play off that idea. Was gonna have them go on their date and all that jazz, but I don’t know when to shut up, so the rest is up to your imagination! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

[doublel27]

All I Want for Christmas Is Mariah - T

So, I was driving to work this morning and heard about this Mariah Carey Christmas interview, and I had to write a bit of a shitpost fanfiction about David pestering Patrick for the Mariah Christmas of his dreams.   Read it on AO3

Wednesday mornings were one of the days Patrick liked to hole up in the back room and look over spreadsheets of sales and make notes for them to have sales report meetings and restocking lists made and deciding what to put on sale. David had managed to make it in only fifteen minutes after opening so Patrick could focus while David put out holiday product and helped customers. He had been heavily distracted by his Mariah notifications going off and the new interview she had done with Cosmopolitan UK was running through his brain. After he rang up the last guest in the store and the bell jangled, signaling an empty building, David hustled back to inform Patrick of the plan he was forming.

David leaned in the doorway of the back room to watch Patrick idly flip his pen while looking over the columns of numbers. Patrick’s navy button down was rolled to just above his elbows and very attractive forearms. David refused to let himself get distracted though. “What if...mmm...what if we took a little trip this Christmas? Like, to Aspen.”

“What?”

Patrick caught the pen neatly but otherwise stilled. David figured he was looking for more information.

“Yeah, like a long-weekend jaunt.” David’s hands began moving along with his explanation. “Enjoy the sights, do some outdoorsy stuff, if that’s your thing.”

“Hon, we’re planning our wedding and deposits are due to several vendors and we have currently stocked the with brand new, rather expensive, Christmas merchandise.” Patrick turned his head back to look at David. “Why would we go to Aspen?”

“Well, Mariah may have done an interview with Cosmo UK which is essentially a guide to having a Very Mariah Christmas Experience.”

Patrick’s eyes went soft around the edges and he managed a smile despite being interrupted when he usually made David promise not to bother him. “David, you may be my Mariah Carey, but you are not actually Mariah Carey.”

“So, Aspen...” David tried again.

“No.” Patrick turned back to his computer screen. He quietly added, “Unless we don’t need to spend eight grand on catering for a sixty five person wedding.”

“Okay,” David began, not wanting to rehash that detail. “Half of the guest list is your family and then there’s at least ten people in this town who I cannot name that somehow made it on the list. And that price includes very correct linens and settings.”

Patrick did not say anything but looked at the spreadsheet that he had once explained was about the bigger spreadsheet and took notes. David felt his lips purse at Patrick’s back.

“So, definitely no Aspen?”

“No, David.”

David decided that it really meant not this year and tucked it away for later. Thankfully, Aspen was just one part of the greater Mariah Carey Christmas plan.

“Well,” David said, glancing down at his phone to an easier item on the list, “How about we do some last minute Christmas shopping on the 23rd and 24th.”

David paused for dramatic effect and Patrick’s hand just came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Clearly, Patrick did not have the vision of them bundled up in cute outerwear with spiked hot chocolate or cider, making their way through a quaint shopping center. David might have to paint it for him.

Patrick didn’t bother to turn around for this one. David watched as his very capable fiancé continued to prepare for their meeting tomorrow. Still, he was listening as he wrote notes. “David, as our store is hoping to capitalize on those very last minute shoppers, Rose Apothecary is going to need the owner and creative director in house. Also, considering we are shipping gifts to my parents and to the Galapagos for your sister, we are going to need to do some early shopping.“

“Well, we can at least do three Christmas trees,” David threw out.

Patrick didn’t even look at him as he commented, “You barely spend enough time at the motel to justify having one there.”

“I meant three in the apartment.”

This time the pen clattered and Patrick spun fully around in his chair. Flustered Patrick was a rarity and David found himself pulling his face backwards as emotions flowed. “What? Where?”

“One in the bedroom, one in the living room and then a small, Charlie Brown tree, also in the living room, because we do not have a rec room.”

“Well, considering the bedroom and the living room are the same room—“

“A problem I definitely pointed out when we toured it with Ray,” David reminded him.

“The point is, we only need the one Charlie Brown tree at the apartment, because that’s what fits. You can have your big one here in the store.”

David sniffed, “Mariah puts three in her Aspen house. They say two trees in the article, but when you read the interview she very clearly stated three distinct trees.” David was actually very insulted on Mariah’s behalf that the writer had misrepresented her words.

“Well, as we are not in Aspen, you can have Schitt’s Creek level trees instead of Aspen level trees.”

“Patrick!” David whined, as his head fell backwards.

“David, we are not getting smothered by trees in our own home. We have to actually live there.”

Patrick stood, wiping his hands on the new dark wash Levi’s that actually worked. “Give me the list.”

David was tempted to not give Patrick the list, considering how his Christmas plan had gone so far. However, Patrick had that serious look on his face with the little crinkle showing up on his forehead. David almost felt a little bad interrupting the morning routine with Mariah and in that spirit passed his phone with the open article over to Patrick.

David waited, nerves jangling slightly, because now, standing in the back of the store with Patrick reading the list, everything started to feel rather frivolous. Patrick however was regarding the list carefully.

“I really like number one.” Patrick glanced up and gave David a smile that bordered on teasing, “But as we are spending Christmas with your parents I am going to leave the ‘Zen Zone’ to you and your mom to sort out.”

David felt his face pull into some rather unattractive shapes as Patrick returned to the article, thumbing through the lines. “We discussed two and three. Four,” Patrick paused, his face forming into a smirk. David swallowed, as the smirk had traveled up to dance in Patrick’s eyes. “We don’t have kids to invite a Santa over in the evening but if you have some secret fantasies around Mr. Claus you haven’t mentioned yet, we could work with that.”

David made an utterly hideous sputtering sound and reached for the phone. “Give it-“

“Five is easy. We already open presents Christmas morning. We solved six. A nineteen foot tree, really, with what ceilings. Seven...” Patrick looked up at David and stared without blinking. “I have never seen you cook.”

“You would be the sous chef, in that situation. Obviously.”

“Ah. Noted.”

Patrick didn’t miss a beat. “We can host a game night with Christmas films in the background, so that’s eight. Alexis isn’t here to torture you but we may need to invite Ray to round out the numbers for game night. And nine, you already have a giant Christmas Spotify playlist with Mariah every fifth song, but if you want to keep working on it knock yourself out.”

Patrick handed back the phone and David clutched it to his chest, like the precious thing it was. “I just want to have a Mariah level Christmas.”

“I think we just established you will have as close to a Mariah level Christmas as the budget allows. Also, if you want to dress up in a Santa suit I think we can make it work.” Patrick’s non-eyebrows lifted suggestively.

David felt his own nose wrinkle and flair as his face journeyed through that horrifying image. “Eww, no. I am going to go look at gold lights and angel and butterfly ornaments for the store tree.”

“As long as we can sell them.”

The gasp slipped out of David’s mouth before he could stop it and Patrick chucked at him. David narrowed his eyes at Patrick. David found his voice to be exceptionally prim as he said, “We are not selling my rendition of Mariah Carey’s tree. I will see if anything is reasonable to stock in the store.”

“Sell some of the Christmas lights and ornaments we already have in stock first please,” Patrick called out, returning to his earlier task.

David stuck his tongue out at his fiancé’s back and slipped into the floor of the store, planning to use the front computer for some investigative shopping. The display tree was going to look fucking amazing. David also decided he would make the hot cocoa with butterscotch schnapps happen though. This Christmas he was going to work on making it the Most Mariah Christmas he could.

[jennacat84]

Dessert for Three

Edgar and Luka have a surprise planned for Alice.

CW: Trio sex, DP, Very NSFW

Thnaks to the Ikemen Love discord server for Beta reading, and special thanks to @gin-no-kitsune for coming up with the title.

“I’m ho-ome” you slipped off your shoes with a sigh.”Luka, Edgar? Where are you?”

“Over here Alice” Luka called from down the hall “we have a surprise for you.”

“Really, you two didn’t need to do anything for me.”

“We wanted to” came Edgar’s voice. They were in the bedroom. What the devil were they doing in there?

You walked down the hall and turned the corner into the bedroom. And stopped.

The curtains were drawn, and there were candles everywhere. As well as small plates piled with sliced fruits, candies, chocolates, cookies, and bite sized pieces of cake near every candle. But what really made you pause was Edgar and Luka. Both of them naked save for an apron, which hid nothing, and a bow tie. They each had a towel on one arm. They looked the picture of perfect waiters other than the lack of clothing.

“This way, m'lady, thank you for joining us this afternoon.” Edgar bowed low and gestured you towards the bed, which you just noticed did not have the usual black and red sheets upon it. Instead it looked like a large picnic blanket had replaced them.

Edgar's face remained as serious as ever, his gentle smile in place hiding his mischief. Yet the warmth in his eyes when he looked back up at you was undeniable.

Luka stepped forward and took you by the hand, blushing so deeply that you were surprised he was still standing. “Over here Alice, we have everything ready.” Luka led you over to the bed and sat you down. He stole a quick kiss on your cheek before he backed up and Edgar took his place.

“We have all your favorites already prepared. What would the lovely lady like to start with?” Edgar's performance was flawless.

“Seriously now. What are you two up to?”

Luka somehow blushed an even deeper shade of red. “You, you're always taking care of us, an-and everyone else.”

“We wanted to take care of you today.” Edgar took over when Luka's embarrassment started to get the best of him.

“This was all your idea, wasn’t it Edgar?”

“Guilty as charged” he winked at you “but Luka is the one who prepared all the treats we have for you.”

“Okay then, I’m in your hands for the rest of the night. I trust you both.” You kissed Edgar on the cheek and gave Luka a gentle smile as well before bouncing further back onto the bed. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”

Edgar’s eyes flashed with heat and he sucked in a breath. “You just sit there Alice. Close your eyes, and open your mouth.”

You did as Edgar asked, trying not to giggle. They were both being so cute and silly it was hard not to. Suddenly you tasted a strawberry on your tongue, quickly followed by the sensation of lips against yours. You knew those lips, Luka. You opened your eyes to see him right in front of you, eyes closed, and the sweetest expression on his face as he passed you the strawberry slice and backed away.

“How is it?” Luka could hardly look at you, his beautiful amber eyes cast to the floor as he tried to hide behind his clenched hand.

“Delicious, thank you Luka.”

Suddenly Edgar gently grabbed your chin and turned you towards him. “You don’t need to lift a finger the rest of the night.” Then he slipped a purple jelly bean into your open mouth.

They started taking turns, feeding you single bites of the treats they had around the room. Edgar made sure you got excellent views of his ass as he moved around the room. Luka tried, but couldn’t keep himself from shuffling sideways, or simply backing up in attempts to keep himself covered. This did not keep Edgar from grabbing Luka’s ass in passing several times. Or kissing Luka when he was being especially adorable.

This went on until Luka went to give you a spoonful of vanilla pudding, and Edgar “accidentally” bumped Luka’s elbow, causing him to drop the spoon, and pudding to smear all over your blouse and skirt.

“Oh no! Alice, I-I’m so sorry!” Luka paled and immediately began to dab at the spilled pudding with his towel.

“Now, now Luka, it’s all right.” Edgar chimed in “We’ll just have to get her out of those dirty clothes so we can keep taking care of her.” The gleam in Edgar’s eyes was anything but innocent, despite the tone of his voice.

“Wh-what? Edgar! It’s bad enough what you convinced me to wear. We can’t.”

“Oh, but Luka, we can.” and Edgar began to loosen the ribbon keeping your blouse closed. He gently removed your blouse, while using his eyes to instruct Luka to begin removing your stockings and skirt.

“It’s fine Luka, really” you looked down at him and smiled.

Blushing once again Luka ran his hands up your calves to your thighs and began to roll your stockings down your legs one at a time. His hands ever reverent. He followed your stockings with kisses from your knees to your toes.

Edgars teasing fingers traced along your skin, leaving fire in their wake, as he removed your blouse. A little shimmy allowed Luka to finish removing your skirt. Leaving you in just your bra and panties under their combined gazes.

“Isn’t that better Alice?” you blushed and nodded “See Luka, much better. Why don’t we keep going?”

You knew Edgar wasn’t done with either of you. But he was certainly enjoying drawing this out. And poor Luka, for as many times as he’d seen the both of you naked, and been naked with the two of you, you’d never know it for the blush covering him nearly from head to toe. This time when he spilled the sweet wine he was serving you it was truly an accident. Edgar still capitalized on it though.

“Oh dear, looks like these need to go now as well.” He pushed you back onto the bed  so you were fully lying down now, you easily moved with him. The extended teasing leaving you in knots of anticipation. “Luka, why don’t you get Alice’s panties.”

Edgar moved up, kneeling on either side of your chest as he reached down and opened the front clasp on your bra. His erection lay heavy, and hot against your skin.

Luka crawled onto the bed and knelt between your legs. Scattering gentle kisses along your inner thigh as he worked his way to your core. “Alice,” his voice was filled with trepidation “may I?”

“Yes, Luka. Always, yes.”

He grabbed your panties and nearly ripped them in his haste to get to you. His embarrassment momentarily gone as he dipped his head to your core. His tongue delved into and along your folds. He moaned into you before taking your clit between his lips and teasing it with his tongue. Your hips bucked and you let out a muffled cry of pleasure.

Edgar began to massage your breasts, ever so slightly rocking himself between them. He reached behind him to stroke Luka’s head. “It’s not a race Luka, you can slow down. We’re not going anywhere.”

You moaned in protest, as did Luka. Yet he did as Edgar asked and slowed down. Long licks and deep plunges replaced the almost voracious licking and sucking he had started with. Your legs closed of their own volition, keeping Luka trapped against you. Not that he was going anywhere with Edgars fingers tangled in his hair holding him against your core.

“There’s a good boy Luka, just like that. We want to make our Alice feel good tonight, don’t we.” Edgar’s words were both a promise and a threat. He moved off of you, then lifted your shoulders and slipped under you, resting your head in his lap. “Alice, why don’t we watch our good boy at work?”

You and Luka both blushed at Edgars words, but neither of you moved from the positions he had placed you in.

Luka’s ministrations had you melting into the bed. Heat pooled low in your abdomen, your core tight and begging for release. Edgar noticed, and moved his hands back to your breasts. He alternated gentle massage with sharp, but not painful, tugs and pinches at your nipples, until you came apart between the two men who held your heart.

Luka lifted his head and looked up at you and Edgar “Alice, are you alright?”

“Mmmhmm” was about all you could manage.

“She’s fine Luka, just needs to catch her breath.” Edgar reached out and pulled Luka to him over you and kissed him deeply. “Shall we continue? There are many more treats you have yet to sample my love” Edgar lifted you up until you were fully sitting in his lap, one arm around your waist, the other continuing his earlier ministrations on your breast.”I think she could use some of the water Luka.”

Luka got up, ignoring his own undress now, and got you a glass of water. The view as he walked away caused you to sigh in appreciation, and Edgar’s cock to twitch in it’s resting place behind you. You couldn’t help yourself, you wiggled your ass against him, causing another twitch and making Edgar suck in his breath as Luka hurried back to you.

“Here Alice” Luka said as he lifted the glass to your lips, gently tilting it so you could drink. He ran his free hand reverently up and down your arm. He gave you both a sheepish smile “Sorry, I got a little carried away.”

Edgar chuckled behind you, his chest vibrating behind your back. “As if we expected anything less from you. You never give less than your best, in anything.”

You leaned forward and kissed Luka, a soft gentle kiss. You ran your tongue along the seam of his lips, quietly asking for entry. As soon as he opened to you he took your head in both of his hands, holding you to him as he deepened the kiss, taking both of your breaths away. Edgar leaned forward as well, littering kisses over the back of your neck and shoulders. Edgars hands once again slid around your ribs to trace up and find your breasts again. Cupping them in both hands he flicked his thumbs over both of your nipples at the same time.

Your mind, still hazy from your earlier release, clouds with lust for the two men surrounding you. You reach one hand forward and trace down Luka’s naked chest, while you reach behind you with the other, cupping Edgar’s balls in your hand and gently rolling them between your fingers.

Both men moaned when you reached out to them. Your eagerness spurring them on, Luka moved up completely onto the bed, his knees between your thighs. Edgar began to nip you between his kisses, following each one with a brush of his tongue to soothe any ache he might leave behind. Luka removed his hands from your head and slid them down your sides until he reached your hips. Slipping his hands beneath your buttocks he lifted you up into his lap. His firm cock pressed to your core, the thin fabric of his apron the only thing that separated you.

Edgar pressed on your back, tipping you and Luka onto his back. “My turn” he almost growled and he kissed, and nipped, and licked his way down your spine. His hands entwined with Luka’s across your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and leaving all of you open to his hungry gaze. “Hold her there Luka, just like that.”

Still devouring your mouth Luka grunted his assent. Knowing what was coming you moaned into Luka, your hand clenching against his chest. Your now free hand tangling into his hair.

Edgar left the two of you briefly, and you could hear the drawer of the bedside table opening and closing behind you. The warmth of his hands as he returned to you felt like a brand on your already feverish skin. And his breath across your ass made you shudder. When he finally delved into the depths between your cheeks you cried out against Luka. He stole your cries and took them into his lungs.

Edgar’s tongue seemed to be everywhere, his lube slicked fingers stretching you while his other hand played with your folds and teased your clit.

Your second climax hit without warning, none of the slow buildup of the first. Before the waves stopped Edgar eased himself into your ass, hissing with pleasure. You pulled away from Luka as Edgar filled you, gasping as the slight pain, soon replaced by pleasure. Edgar pulls you up, away from Luka, and against his chest once again.

Luka, not to be left behind, rips the apron from his hips, and once again kneals between your thighs. You reach between you and take his cock into your hand, guiding him to your entrance. Edgar holding himself, and you, steady as Luka slipped within you as well.

Pinned between the two men who held the whole of your heart you moaned at the feeling of being so completely filled.

“Are you ready Alice?” Edgar whispered into your ear.

You turned to face him as much as you could “Always, I’m always ready for the two of you.” Then you pulled his head against yours, devouring Edgar’s growl of pleasure in your kiss.

Then they both began to move. Shallow strokes at first, until they found their rhythm. One plunging deep as the other withdrew. The sensations wracked your body, the pleasure overwhelming. Edgar reached one hand around you to where you and Luka were joined. His fingers sliding around Luka, just as Luka reached around you and did the same to Edgar. The three of you, connected in your shared bliss.

None of you could tell who started it, but one of you found release, and was quickly followed by the other two. Edgar and Luka both stilling within you momentarily as they spilled themselves with in you.

You all fell to the side, a tangle of sweaty, sated limbs. You reached out and took each of their hands, Luka and Edgar reaching across you to hold each others hands as well.

“Happy anniversary, Alice, Luka.”

“What? It’s not our anniversary?” You were confused. It was almost 7 months until your anniversary.

“Yes it is. Six months ago you both decided to see if you were willing to try this” he squeezed both of your hands “and gave me the chance to show you both how much I love you.”

“You didn’t tell me any of that when we were planning this?”

“If I had told you that any of this was for you, you would never have agreed to do it.”

You laughed at them both “Well, I certainly enjoyed myself. But I think we could all use a bath. I’m still all sticky from the wine.”

Even then, you all basked in the shared afterglow for a few minutes more, before getting up and making your way to your oversized tub.

[soylaprincessa]

IN YOUR HEAD- A Javier Peña story

This is it then.

The End.

Chapter Ten.

I’m very sad this story is now over, because I had so much fun writing it and from your comments and feedback I assume you enjoyed reading it.

Anyway, there’s lots of stuff to come!

Enjoy this story for one last chapter! Thank you soooo much for reading!

Masterlist.

Original gif was posted by @pascalisporn, picture credit goes to @picturepowderinabottle

Warnings: Angst.

Again, Javier was the only thing on your mind throughout the next day, in a different way this time. You still remembered every single word he’d said to you.

In the morning when you left for work you saw him in the hallway and from the look in his eyes you could tell he was suffering, but you didn’t feel sorry. He had it coming.

Coming home after a rough day at work, there was something standing on your doorstep. It was a bottle of Whiskey with a big golden ribbon wrapped around it, I MISS YOU was written on the label in big capital letters. You didn’t know how to react to this, but it was a tiny bit cute.

Wednesday night you discovered a big bouquet of flowers in front of your door that could only be from Javier.

On Thursday Javier had given you a ridiculous amount of chocolates that could last for a lifetime. He wasn’t giving up.

On Friday there was a box of tea from England, your favourite, but he couldn’t have known that. It had to be a coincidence. You smiled to yourself this time, and entering your flat you first thing you did was make yourself a nice cup of tea.

When you came home from food shopping on Saturday, you expected to see another present by your door, but nothing. You opened the door and saw a letter on your hallway floor that probably had been shoved inside under the door. Impatiently, you ripped it open before doing anything else.

Molly,

I’ve never written a letter to anyone. The things I’m writing you I’ve also never told anyone before. So please, hide this letter well after reading it, or better just burn it.

I’m an asshole. I know I am, especially for what I did to you. All the things I said that night were very far from my feelings for you.

I am fucking in love with you, I still am. You are kind, funny, unbiased and benevolent, you are everything I look for in a woman. When I realized that I got scared to shit because I KNEW I’d fuck it up and couldn’t live up to your expectations.

My last girlfriend was actually my fiancé and I chickened out at the day of the wedding. I left her alone on that important day. So you see, I am a coward when things get serious.

I’m not at all the person I’m pretending to be, I’m weak and shy and broken. You saw that part of me because I allowed you to.

When I told you about my job, you looked so worried and it frightened me. I could die in this war and I know it. This is also a reason I said those things to you, to protect you from getting hurt if something happens to me.

But I’m no good without you. I have to face it: I want you, I need you in my life. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I’m begging you to forgive me. I’d do anything.

Please.

J xxxx

A tear rolled down your cheek and dropped onto the letter. This was a love letter and you were impressed, not only by his choice of words, but by his bravery. He was a soft, sensitive man deep inside.

Still, the days you had spent suffering couldn’t be forgotten.

A gentle knock on your door made you jump. You wiped away the tears and opened it.

“Hi,” Javier mumbled, his eyes full of uncertainty.

“Hi,” you replied, “have you stood there all the time while I was reading this?”

You held up the letter and he blushed, “sort of.”

It could only be your mind playing tricks on you when you saw his heart beating through his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he said coyly, “I’ve said that before and I’ll say it again. You can’t imagine how fucking terrible I feel for everything.”

“Believe me, I can imagine. Maybe you feel similar to how I felt after you’d pushed me away.” As soon as the words had left your mouth you felt sorry. He was clearly regretting everything, yet he deserved to hear it from you again.

“Probably,” he sighed, looking up at you. When his eyes met yours you realized how much you missed him, too. “It really took me a while to grow the balls for that letter.”

“Thank you for this,” you showed him a tiny smile. His eyes were soft and affectionate when he took a step towards you and took your hands in his.

“Will you forgive me, Molly?” He pleaded.

You wanted to, you honestly did. But still you didn’t feel quite ready.

“Javi, I need you to give me some space. Will you?”

He lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your palm, “yes. Anything.”

You took your hands back, biting your lip at the sight of him.

“Thank you.”

He cracked a smile and looked at you once more before turning and walking away.

Four days later you stood outside your apartment building, nervously biting your lip and fiddling with the hem of your dress. You considered just going back inside and wondered if this was silly, but then you saw his car and knew it was too late.

Javier parked his car and climbed out of it, instantly spotting you. He looked around for another person but approached you.

“Hey,” you smirked, holding out your hand towards him. He frowned and shook your hand.

“I’m Molly.”

When he understood what you were intending, the corners of his lips turned up into an enormous, warm-hearted smile. It was magical.

“Javi,” he laughed, “are you new to Colombia?”

“Not really,” you replied and winked at him, “are you hungry, Javi?”

“Starving.”

You grinned at how happy he seemed and wordlessly, the two of you started walking down the hill into town, into the sunset.

[minnie-marvel]

Crown Fell (Peter Parker x Reader) Part 4

Asgard has been destroyed and the time has come for you to live on Midgard with your brothers Thor and Loki. They’ve decided in order to live among humans you must learn to adapt to them, and what better place to do that then highschool? Don’t worry too much though, a very cute Peter Parker is ready to teach you and might be the Prince Charming you never thought you’d find on earth.

Peter Parker x Reader

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: Okay but we all know that we busted an entire tear when we saw Rue’s death scene in Hunger Games let’s be real for a second. I really wanted to get this out before my wisdom teeth removal so here ya go!

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You kicked your feet to and fro tapping furiously at the new phone in your hand. It was a gift from Tony Stark, a way to communicate with him and the rest of the Avengers should the time arise. You still sat on the barstool Peter leaning beside you as he helped you punch in his number as a contact.

“There! Now if you need me but I’m not here, you can click these and we can talk whenever you want,” He smiled innocently looking up at you his chocolate brown eyes making your cheeks flush as you looked at him.

“But…does that mean you’ll be leaving on a mission after this weekend?” You asked disappointment creeping into your tone. He waved his hands feverishly in response to whisk away your sudden sadness. 

“N-no I’ll still be here!! And at school too!! It’s for like when I’m not two feet away from you, you know?” he asked to help you put both of your minds at ease. Peter wasn’t sure if his heart could take another somber gaze from you.

You felt your lips smile and you nodded shoving the phone into his hands. “Now then! You’ll have to show this Instagram Flash was talking about, I’m quite curious!!”

Peter laughed and happily obliged starting to make your account for you. “Okay, what do you want people to call you on here?” He asked as you rested a hand on his shoulder while you watched, making a chill run down his spine.

“Hmm… it should be something inconspicuous… what would you suggest?” You asked blinking up at him.

“what about just your name? Or Y/N. O with some numbers or x’s?”

“PERFECT! Go forth Peter, I’m anxious for this Instagram to finally take shape,” You said eagerly as he tapped your name away with two simple x’s before and after your name and initials. He took a step back with the phone still in his hands your face perfectly fitting in the frame.

“Peter? What are you doing?” You asked curiously tilting your head to the side. 

“It’s not complete without a picture! Smile!” He cheered. It wasn’t like he had to ask you twice. The happiness in his voice was enough to make you break out in a huge grin.

Snap!

He set the picture as your profile icon and added it to your page without a caption before handing the phone back to you. “Now you can add and follow people as much as you’d like! I followed you,” he explained pointing to an icon of him and Ned in mid-handshake. You smiled at his profile scanning what few pictures you could before a notification popped on your feed. You squinted at your phone.

“Flash_99 has followed you…? How quick…” You whispered to yourself. Peter nearly fell over looking at your phone too. “I JUST made this account like… literally a minute ago!! God, he’s so annoying…” he muttered to himself throwing a hand through his hair. You shrugged and clicked the phone off before approaching Peter again.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I like you far better than I do Flash,”  You smiled before walking off, leaving Peter a blushing mess, that tried to struggle from melting into the cracks between the floorboards.

“Okay everyone, since it's our little princess’ first day home from school I thought it might be appropriate for a little catch-up party!!” Tony Stark had hopped over the large seat planting himself comfortably while swinging his legs over the sides. 

“Aww sweet a catch-up party??” Peter asked sitting on the floor right by Thor’s feet. “This’ll be great,” You sat between your two brothers as you usually did, blinking as the huge flat screen slowly descended from the living rooms ceiling. You leaned your head down to Peter. “what’s a catch-up party?”

Steve sat properly on a sofa close by while the rest of the Avengers who wanted to join you filtered in the room slowly. Some had bowls of popcorn, others bottles of sodas and cups to pass around. You turned to listen to Steve’s explanation.

“I’m older than the rest of these guys,” He explained pointing to the collective group with the back of his thumbs. “I come from a time that didn’t have all these different forms of technology, and movies and things, so every once in a while we throw one of these parties to catch me up to speed with how things are in the twenty-first century,” he took a cup and filled it with sprite before taking a sip of the bubbling liquid.

“This will be good for you too Y/N, it might help you with making some references,” Tony said grabbing the remote and turning the television on. “I think we’ll have to pick a teen movie for your sake, we’ve got Mean Girls, High-school musical, Twilight, The Princess diaries- I think you might actually enjoy that-”

You pointed your finger to one picture that had a serious looking girl pointing an arrow seemingly at you. “What’s that one?” You asked almost expecting for her picture to move.

“That? That’s The Hunger Games,” Peter answered tossing a glance at you. “It’s kind of violent though… are you sure you want to watch it?” He arched an eyebrow and you returned him with a sly smirk.

“You’re asking this to the person who pulled a knife on you earlier today?” You asked.

“What?!” The whole room erupted minus your brothers (Loki looked especially pleased) and Peter causing you to shrug sheepishly. “We were only playing!!” You defended flicking your wrist a dagger appearing in your hand in an instant.

“She can do the instant dagger thing too?!?!?” Bruce asked already letting his fingernails dig into the arms of the chair he sat in.

“Sister, your Loki is showing,” Thor said patting your shoulder. You pouted as you flicked your wrist again the dagger seemingly disappearing into thin air.

“I’ll try not to take that as an insult brother,” Loki chimed as he pulled you close to him. “It’s high time you showed your mischievous side!”

“Is that so Loki??” You erupted in a laugh pulling Thor with you as the three of you collided in a sort of dogpile on Loki, the combined weight of both you and Thor nearly choking him. He slapped your bodies away vigorously like a cat who had water dumped on them who sought out revenge.

Peter and the rest of the Avengers couldn’t help but stare. It was so odd to see Thor and Loki act so friendly. They weren’t complaining though, anyone would have preferred a happy Loki as to a sad one, or even worse- an angry one.  

“Alright, quit horsing around you three, I’m gonna start this baby up,” Tony said pressing play shuffling into his chair more. You suddenly found your attention drawn to the television as the movie started. 

You can’t say the violence shocked you or really anyone but Peter being that he was the one that was least used to the violent lifestyle that the rest of you were all accustomed too. You hardly reacted throughout the whole thing but listening to Peter’s commentary proved to be a bit funnier than expected. Halfway you found yourself sliding to the floor next to him because Tony threatened to blast him with his iron suit if he said one more lame pun. You of course still wanted to hear everything he had to say about the movie so you stayed close- much to your brothers’ dismay.

You hugged your knees as the pale light from the screen reflected onto your faces while the rest of you sat in the dark.  You suddenly felt your body go still as you saw a child have a spear thrown straight to her chest. As the protagonist sang softly to her body you felt your eyes sting, tears welling up inside them. Your lips pursed as you tried not to give yourself away, but Peter’s eyes were looking into yours from the side.

You didn’t see it but both of your brother’s body had tensed up uncomfortably as they forced themselves to watch the screen. Loki felt his nails dig into his own skin as he crossed his arms tightly and Thor’s teeth clenched so hard on top of one another that he thought they might break. They barely moved barely breathed until the scene was over. When it finished and the riot ended their eyes tore themselves from the screen and landed on you as you rubbed your shoulders.

They didn’t let their gaze shift from you for the rest of their movie because some part of them, even if it was a small part, feared that if they did, you might have ended up the same way as the poor girl in the movie.

After the credits rolled and the lights came on everyone broke out into individual discussions about the movie. You couldn’t help but attack Peter with questions.

“So they both were allowed to live with their lives?? How is the Capital not furious??”

“Oh, they are,”

“Then why are they still alive and fine?? Why couldn’t the little girl live too?”

“Well, there's another movie,”

Your jaw just about dropped as you leaned in close to Peter’s face. “Another?!” You asked. Peter couldn’t help but blush despite knowing that he had two Norse gods watching his every move. Your eyes were just so close to him, he could see the different specks of color in them seemingly glistening with excitement. 

“Y-yeah like… two more,” He answered averting his eyes shyly. 

“TWO?!?!?!?” You shouted. You grabbed his hands quickly in yours. “Peter, we must watch these immediately!! I have so many questions, so many thoughts so many-”

“Y/N, it’s getting late,” Thor said standing to his feet. “Perhaps you can watch in the morning, for now, we all need rest,” he said taking you by the back of your collar without breaking a sweat. He threw you over his shoulder. 

“Goodnight fellow Avengers, Peter,” he said not even bothering to glance back as you were carried away to your room.

“Tread carefully spider-boy,” Loki said in a soft hiss leaning down into Peter’s ear from behind causing him to jolt in place his heart jumping out of his chest in fear. He left him grasping at the cotton shirt he wore breathing heavily a soft “oh my god,” escaping his lips.

Peter wasn’t sure if he had just made two very powerful adversaries or not, but he wasn’t going to try and push their buttons to try and find out.

Meanwhile, you sat in your bed still trying to figure out how the foreign application on your phone when you saw a number one pop onto a small bubble at the corner of your screen. Curious to what it did you clicked onto it blinking at the message it held.

‘Hey Y/N, I’m gonna be throwing a dope ass party at my house tomorrow night, you should totally come ’

Part 5

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[tanmoonlight]

completion| myg

| hybrid au | college au |

pairings: min yoongi/reader, future bts/reader (platonic)

In which you're looking for a roommate and find more than what you originally bargained for.

part one 》part two 》part three

Warnings: mild awkwardness, mentions anxiety, more innuendos, mentions hybrid discrimination

A/N: I have finally updated, hopefully this isn't too much of a hot mess. Also, Jintro is here,, Epiphany has arrived and perhaps I cried.

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The move had gone well, if one ignored the mildly awkward air that settled between the two housemates. Yoongi had been wondering when the discomfort would set in between the two hybrids, and it seems it didn't take very long for them to fumble in uncomfortably dragged out periods of silence. Neither of them tried too hard to talk to each other, and from what he could tell, (Y/N) was more anxious than intentionally rude. Her pretty, surprisingly well manicured hands shook while handing him a drink and her body radiated a sort of stiffness that resembled that of a bristling cat.

Not that it was too far from the truth.

He could also smell her anxiety, the bitterness stinging his nose, reminding him of his previous visit where he'd also detected her unease. The smell was not as overpowering as one would expect, perhaps because it wasn't overwhelming her, but it did peak out from behind the natural sweetness she exuded. Even with the stiffness, she was still quite pretty and he found himself admiring her a little more closely out of curiosity. She was dressed quite comfortably, in jeans cuffed a few times at the ankles and a baggy pale blue sweatshirt. She was quite tall, he realised, standing at almost his own height.

She must've felf the heat of his eyes on her back because she noticeably stiffened but did not look back. He did not know if it was to save herself or himself from further awkwardness.

The next few hours were filled with tense glances and muffled apologies on (Y/N)'s behalf every time she bumped into him. She helped him move his things in and allowed him time to set his stuff up. The last thing they did was establish boundaries for each other as roommates. That had proven to be quite easy, as she was quite lenient as long as no property was damaged.

"I don't mind visitors, not that I have very many over, aside from Anaya," He remembered her saying, tilting her head slightly, "So you're welcome to bring friends over, Min Yoongi."

That would not be happening soon - at all, he thought to himself. He did not want to expose her to the sextet of lovely but agonisingly loud men he called friends, lest he wanted to startle her.

Once all was seemingly fixed, (Y/N) excused herself to run some errands, leaving Yoongi on his own with a newly added key to his Kumamon keychain. He allowed himself to slump over on the couch, laying in silence, no screeching of chairs and baby rattles, no obnoxiously loud bulldozer footsteps from above or cacophonies of warbled moans. A tiny smothered screech of relief left him, along with strings of thankful words, startling the fat cat seated on a large black beanbag.

The only response he got was an insulted mrrow from said fat cat, who quickly resettled himself and went back to sleep.

-

A few weeks had passed since Min Yoongi had moved in and it was going far better than (Y/N) expected. He was tidy enough; although she did occasionally catch a glimpse of scattered clothes on his floor and a few empty boxes he had yet to get rid of, but she kept her nose out of that, he wasn't disruptive at all and Poe seemed to tolerate him, at bare minimum. They didn't see too much of each other, which might be for the best, she mused, as they were both unbelievably busy. (Y/N) spent most of her time managing her studies as a sophomore, her job at a clinic, the weekly volunteer work at a hybrid shelter all while attempting to keep herself sane. She'd been lucky to have a few days off when she'd met Yoongi, but that was long over and she was back on relying on the carefully masked neuroticism caused by her awful sleeping schedule to keep her running, as well as the chewy breakfast bars and cold coffee that ran through her veins.

Yoongi was not much different than she was, he'd find himself spending hours working on unfinished songs to upload to his SoundCloud and finishing hastily written essays for a music theory class as well as making sure his senior project was as proper as possible. On top of school, he juggled a paid internship at a small entertainment company, working on projects that were not quite to his liking. The artists he was tasked had a tendency of being snobs, despite being newbies, and lacked any kind of vision and passion. He could not count the amount of times he'd wanted to slam his head through his keyboard, praying for a concussion to avoid listening to that disaster. In short, the nights he could have spent sleeping were spent perfecting his music and others, as well.

A good portion of their interactions were centered around extremes. They'd find themselves both emerging from their respective caves to refill on coffee and maybe, nibble on a cookie. Conversations, while not necessary, became common.

"Why are you still up Min Yoongi?" She questioned, bleary eyes peering from behind thick lenses. Her ears were noticeable droopy, indicating her exhaustion.

"Why are you still up?" He responded, opening the fridge to grab a bottle or two of cold coffee. She looked far more tired than he did.

She hummed in response, sipping on her own scalding beverage, "What're you working on now?" She pushed forward a plate of Mexican sweet bread, encouraging him to sit down.

He noticed she had a tendency of doing that, gently coaxing him into taking breaks longer than the three minutes it took for ramen to cook.

He sat across from her, opening a bottle of his coffee and taking a long sip before answering, "I'm trying to finish a track for one of the idols I'm working with," He paused, leaning over to grab a piece of sugary bread, "I could have been finished a few days ago but he insisted that it wasn't good enough for him." His words became grumbled towards the end of his sentence, eyebrows scrunched up gently and lips forming a small pout. His ears twitched in tandom with his tail as he nibbled on the bread.

Their late night coffee runs were quickly becoming something (Y/N) looked forward to, despite the dragging of her eyelids and the slumping of her body. For one, late night coffee was heavenly, even if it resulted in her crashing after an hour or two of shakiness. Second, it allowed her an opportunity to truly get to know the enigma that was Min Yoongi without the anxiety that swallowed her up during full consciousness. While she often expected him to ignore her questions, he never did. He would answer after some deliberation, his deep voice coming slightly fragmented from the frequent pausing he did in his speech. She found that he was quite warm, especially when he spoke about his friends and music. His eyes would soften from steel to oozing dark chocolate. When he got particularly passionate, he'd begin to enunciate his words with appropriately vivid hand movements while she listened.

In all, Min Yoongi was not as intimidating as she had expected. If anything, he was quite cute when he pouted.

"Is this the same guy from last time?"

"Yes, it is. With the amount of time he spends insulting my work, you'd think he'd piss off by now."

"What is his name? We don't want problematic favs in this household."

". . . I'd rather not disgrace your virgin ears."

"I heard you cussing someone out over the phone because they woke you up."

"Don't poke the sleeping bear, its the law of the jungle." He tsked, reaching for more bread, tail flickering gently in direct contradiction to his words.

"I can't believe you're hiding this man's identity, now I have to go through your company's website. BigHit was it?" She sighed wistfully, pulling out her phone.

"If you go blind, that's on you."

"I can't get any blinder than I currently am! If anything, he'd be doing me a favor. I wouldn't have to pay to see." She momentarily poked at her thick lenses.

"Capitalism at its worst. You'd rather be blind than pay to see."

"Prescription glasses are surprisingly expensive okay? Not that you'd know, with your fake ass five dollar hipster glasses."

"This is what the government wants, to pit the middle class against each other over monetary value."

"Are you sure you're not a liberal arts major? Also, stop distracting me, I'm really trying to find this dude. . ."

After a moment of contemplation, Yoongi gave a faux defeated sigh, "Since you want to know so bad, I'll tell you. But I'm not responsible for the loss of brain cells you may experience."

"I can't lose what I don't have anymore."

"Well, I lost five years off my lifespan just thinking about it."

"Min Yoongi, its just a name."

"Alright. His stage name is G-Spot Genie." He dropped the monstrosity with little to no regret, sipping his coffee.

(Y/N) said nothing for a moment, giving him enough time to correct himself, "Please say sike. Please."

Yoongi shrugged, perfectly encapsulating the nonchalance of a big cat.

"I. . . take it back, it is possible to lose what you don't have. Because he must've lost his damn mind."

He smirked, "So, what are your woes? Given that you look like you're about to pass out."

He wasn't wrong, but then again when didn't she look stressed. It seemed as though she was permanently set on overdrive, constantly bustling about either typing away on her dinky laptop or taking notes and reading ahead for her classes.

"I have a group project." She pushed out, her head falling to rest on her palm, "Just my luck I'm stuck with people who specialise in procrastination. Can they not do that on their own time? Also, you'd think people would know by now how to answer an e-mail, but apparently they don't know how to do that either!"

"What class is this for? Is the deadline soon?"

"The group project is for my hybrid studies class. We have a few more weeks to get it done but two weeks have already gone by and they've yet to actually plan with me. Plus! They keep shooting down my ideas and this one girl keeps stomping all over my last nerve." At this point her tail began to flicker quite violently in agitation and her eyes regained some semblance of frustrated awareness.

"What'd she do to make the kitty cat hiss?" The words left his mouth quite quickly, dry but playful and a part of his died internally. Much to his luck, she didn't catch it.

"For one, she was all over the guy in our group and I mean, all over. I was surprised she didn't pull his pants down right then and there, and I mean, her promiscuity is not the issue, ya know?" She was talking a bit fast, nearly rambling, "It's just kind of rude to act as if I don't exist, I'm also not into exhibitionism. When she isn't ignoring me, she's glaring at me and attempting to insult my intelligence. Like, I breathed??"

Yoongi, while not finding amusement in her frustration, did come to find her ranting kind of cute. It was endearing to see her lips form a pout while her face morphed into something other than indifference.

"Sometimes breathing is the biggest insult. She probably feels threatened or something, is she a hybrid?" Hybrids were known to be quite territorial.

"No, she's human, well they're both human." At that Yoongi exchange a brief look with (Y/N), words were not necessary to express that particular point. As much as hybrids have been engrained into society, the response was not always positive. Humans could still legally own a hybrid, further pushing the notion that they were inferior to humanity. Hybrid trafficking ran rampant and hate crimes were fairly common as well. In all, not everyone saw them as people.

"Well, (Y/N), you still have some time left so you should actually get some sleep before you pass out. Don't be stupid, you can finish working on it tomorrow and then tell your professor that they didn't do shit." He shrugged, voice coming out as a soft rumble. While his voice offered a suggestion, his eyes gave a command.

She sat up a little straighter once she caught the look in his eyes, they were sharper than before. A small shudder ran through her, "You're right, I'll do that. Now, please stop looking at me like that, you look constipated." She pushed aside the instinctive need to obey and focused on subduing the animal in her.

His nose scrunched up a bit as he sighed, taking one last sip of his coffee, watching as she finished up and set the cup in the sink. After a brief exchange of goodnight Min Yoongi, don't stay up too late! & goodnight (Y/N), he watched as she padded away with all the elegance of a feline. Once her door shut, he turned back around in his seat and mentally prepared himself to go back and stay up a few more hours.

Thank whatever deity was above that he didn't have class tomorrow, he could sleep in all he wanted.

[chogiwank]

Milkshake Boy - Art Student!Renjun AU [Part 1]

part 2

Pairing: Art Student!Renjun x Art Student!Female Reader

Summary: Y/N is new in town and works at an Arts Shop which old ladies, teachers and parents picking up supplies for their children mostly visit, and a cute boy who comes by everyday. Having an accidental encounter with the boy they develop a friendship and a love with milkshakes, art and of course each other. Because what is even a love story if they don’t fall for each other with cheesy shit involved

A/N: this story is requested but also inspired by a couple of prompts I came upon therefore not exactly an original plot I suppose but original story !! [part 2 posted] - Doyoung’s Darling

New York is such a beautiful place to live in, especially during the winter time. The snowfalls, the city lights at night of yellow and during Christmas the red and greens. I study at NY Arts School at the end of my sophomore year as a visual arts major. We were considered one of the least popular, the dance majors being the most. We weren’t really seen as much - what can you even do as a visual art major? Is what everyone asked. No one really cared to know for the history of art, Picasso, Monet, Da Vinci. No one really wanted to know what art really was, or why we even loved it. We were considered sort of outcasts despite it being an art school, such irony right? No one here realized art was a way to have colour in our lives, a way to speak with pictures without having to say a single word. It was a way to figure out how others minds work with their interpretation of pieces. It’s a way to make essentials and decoratives which existed in our daily lives; plates and utensils, carpets, blankets, many many things which art was discredited for.

Outside of school, I worked a job as a barista at this cafe, three to five hours for the weekend and then head to the library to study. My parents- well my mother works a job as an English teacher. My father passed away two years ago, I never got much time with him due to him being overseas for his job, he was a good man and we both loved him very much - but unfortunately, his kidney’s gave out on him and couldn’t live a full time with us. Hey, that’s life right? Mystery and questions of will tomorrow come or not, it’s unsolved until it actually happens.

Without having many friends because of my hectic life after the death of my father, my weekend jobs to help out my mother and studying until 2AM in the mornings, life in New York was still really nice. I didn’t mind it, and I wouldn’t change it for anything - that was until my mother got a job offer overseas, to teach abroad in Korea. Yeah, Korea, that’s a huge change, right? Moving from New York to Korea, a massive culture shock, especially right before my junior year of high school. Although I had no choice, being a minor I wasn’t allowed to live alone, the only family I had left was my grandparents from my father and mother’s side. Mother’s lived in Canada, the land of freezing cold winters and sometimes even snow in May. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my winters but snow in spring? I’m not even kidding guys there was deadass snow in May and I was crying my ass lives in Canada and I’m not even surprised I JUST WANT MY WARMTH Really, I’m fine with winter it’s a beautiful season but I prefer my winters to stay in December and I like my warmth during spring and summer. So that was not happening anytime soon. Then there was the option of my grandparents from my father’s side but they lived overseas in Korea - so at this point, there was really no option I had to leave New York, I had to leave NYA behind and start a completely new life. Live in a foreign country where I wouldn’t know anyone besides family and I had to work on speaking a whole new language. See, I know bits of Korean and I can understand it - thanks to my father being Korean, but I suck at speaking it. Now, of course, my mother and I looked into it to get me into an international school so it’d be easier for me to adjust, but I still felt unease. Everything would be so different, totally new people, teachers, school a whole new country. I’m not the best at change but...for this I had no choice, it was for my mother, the sake of her job and our living.

And so here I am in Seoul city the capital of South Korea.

I arrived here in early June, around the time school was ending for Korean students. My mother and I were provided with a small studio in the city, acquired transit passes and I surprisingly ended up with a job. It wasn’t much I just got to work in an Arts Shop as a cashier, for the time being before school begun once again in August, it was weird because school for me usually started in September, but I guess that’s the beauty of culture change, adjusting to new routines and lifestyles. Of course, my grandparents gave us some money to last until second month’s rent and invited us over for dinners to help us save some before mother started her work.

The owner of the Arts Shop was very kind, an old man who sat behind a counter every day reading the newspaper and always had a bright smile talking to customers, and currently I was in his position - without the smile. I was spending five hours of my vacation days in a foreign country behind a counter of a shop which old ladies, teachers and parents visited. There were the rays of the bright sun which shone into the store, lighting it up during the day and bringing in heat. The air conditioning wasn’t available so I was left to cool down with any paper or book I could fan myself with, it wasn’t very useful but the best I could do.

“Excuse me, I have a quick question.” A boy came up to the counter with a bright smile. He had dyed blonde hair covering his forehead, round glasses and a yellow t-shirt. His eyes a shade of brown, chocolate-coloured if I must say, sort of hazel with the sunlight on his features.

“Excuse me?” He waved a hand in front of my face, knocking me out my trance.

“Oh yes, sorry.” I shifted my gaze to the counter top in embarrassment. Was I staring? I can’t be, oh boy he probably thinks I’m a creep. “How may I help you?”

“Well there’s two things, first do you have any of these paints?”

I examined the empty bottle of paint he placed on the counter. “Ah, asianpaint’s oil paint. That should be in soon, just not in stock today sorry to dissapoint.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Second question?”

“Any idea when they’ll be in?” He anticipated.

“Possibly in a week, but that’s if they don’t get held up somewhere in transport.”

“Oh alright, well thank you.” He bowed, grabbing his empty paint bottle stuffing it into his backpack and walking out the door.

Now, that boy I’ve been seeing him every day since I’ve started working, which wasn’t really that long ago, maybe it had been just one week? I see him every day in the same spot, he’ll come around during the evening and sketch in his book while drinking a milkshake, strawberry I think? I caught myself waiting for him to show up each time. In fact, I started to realize how cute he actually was- if only I had socialist abilities but I don’t think they’ll be out any time soon.

The next day passed by as the same old routine: wake up, eat breakfast, mother and I would head out to my grandparent’s to check in, then at 3:00PM I’d be here to work until 6:00 or 8:00 you know depending on how exhausted I was. I would then head home to eat dinner and then sleep. The next day would just be a repeat of the previous one. Today was just like any other, except with a slight change - the manager asked me to come in a little late to close up shop since he had other duties to attend to early and so I accepted. I walked in at about 6:00 and closed up shop around 9:00 it wasn’t that busy considering many people would be having dinner between this time and so no one came in, giving me the opportunity to sit down and play games on my phone, scroll through Instagram and such.

As the clock hit 9 I began to check around the shop to make sure everything was okay, I locked the entrance door and walked out from the exit. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the chance to meet with the cute milkshake boy who would always sketch. It was a bummer really but, lately, he’s been talking to me, nothing too big just little conversations of ‘how was your day’ ‘have you been well’ and little jokes here and there. It was quite nice actually, made me feel like I was being accepted.

As I started to walk away I turned the corner bumping into someone, falling backwards with a hard hit to my tailbone and smashing my head on the ground. I groaned from the pain and my eyes squeezed shut feeling a weight on top of me. I sat up as I felt the weight of the stranger lift off me, speaking incoherent apologies and ‘I should’ve looked where I was going’. My brain adjusted my vision from the hard fall to the night lights, fixing the blurred face of the stranger. My eyes grew wide from the surprise of who the stranger was, I swear they almost popped out of their sockets.

“Milkshake boy,” I said as I groaned, the back of my head throbbing from pain.

“Are you okay?” He asked in concern, rubbing his elbow as it bled due to the scratches from the concrete. “Can you see how many fingers there are?” He waved three fingers in front of my face.

“Three.” I hissed rubbing the back of my head. He let out a sigh of relief and stood up helping me get on my feet as well. Losing my balance I let out a yelp as I began to fall once again, the boy’s arm wrapping around my waist to keep me up. Looking up, I thanked him for preventing a second fall, eventually making eye contact I giggled at our position - a dip with his arm around my waist and our faces close to our noses barely brushing each other- confusing the boy at my abrupt laughter he furrowed his eyebrows until he came to realize how we stood and our closeness. He blushed, his cheeks turning a tint of pink helping me up to stand on my own. his gaze shifted to the ground as he fiddled with his thumbs from the embarrassment.

I cleared my throat to speak breaking the awkward atmosphere,

“you’re milkshake boy, right?”

“w-what?” He looked up with wide eyes. “is that how you acknowledge me? Milkshake boy?”

“Uh yeah, kind of - you never really told me your name.”

“Oh...” he trailed off from the realization, “Sorry, my name’s Renjun.” he extended his arm for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N” I smiled. “Still prefer calling you milkshake boy though, it works better.”

“Well if you’re going to be calling me that...” he scrunched his nose, placing a hand on his chin in thought. “I might as well keep calling you counter girl.”

“counter girl?” I questioned. “is that the best you came up with?”

“the most decent one.” he corrected. “there was also Arts Shop girl, cute counter girl-”

“cute?” I raised a brow from his confession.

“w-what- oh!” Renjun panicked from his accidental slip up. “no, no! I meant like uh..well it didn’t work that well.”

“So you don’t think I’m cute?” I teased.

“no, no that's not it I-”

“I’m joking!” I laughed. “Loosen up a little.” Renjun rubbed the back of his neck as his face got a darker shade of pink from his continued embarrassment. He was really adorable from afar, but boy was he even cuter red-faced, and when his nose scrunched up, oh boy. I think my heart melted.

“What are you doing here so late?” Renjun questioned. “Don’t you usually come in the afternoons?”

“Oh, so you stalk me now?” I teased, making Renjun flush as he denied. “Wow, you really do blush easily.”

“What, no I don't!” Renjun said flustered. “I just- it’s cold.”

“Yeah, it’s cold in 18 degrees Celsius and that's why you’re constantly red not because of every time I tease you,” I smirked. Renjun gave a stern nod crossing his arms over his chest.

“That’s right.”

“Whatever you say milkshake boy.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I have to be getting home now-”

“What? Alone at night?”

“Well yeah, what about it?” I tilted my head to the side.

“It’s just so late.” Renjun said concerned. “What if anything happens to you? You shouldn’t be out alone this time of night.”

“How do I know you won’t murder me?” I crossed my arms over my chest, teasingly cocking up an eyebrow.

“I would rather not be someone suspected for murder,” Renjun laughed. “Plus I’d probably get kicked out of my art program.”

“Art program?” I questioned. “You’re in an art program?”

“Yeah, don’t be teasing me or any-“

“No, no! That’s really cool, I used to be in one.” I exclaimed. “I love art so much, it’s one of my greatest passions.”

“Really? Why aren’t you in it anymore?” Renjun asked.

“I used to live in New York with my mom, then we moved to Korea because she got a really good job offer.” I smiled.

“Oh I see, New York yeah? Is the cheese cake as good as they say?”

“I wouldn’t know,” I chuckled. “I never really liked cheese cake.”

“Whoa really? Anything you did like?”

“Hotdogs actually, I ate them everyday after school - I kind of got sick of them at one point so I ended up switching between fries and hotdogs.”

“Understandable,” Renjun laughed. Gosh, his laugh was so pleasing, it could probably calm tsunamis and gather animals around him like in fairy tales when the Princesses sing - his laugh was a perfect melody. “My sister should be here to pick me up soon, let me give you a ride.” He offered.

“What? No, I couldn’t let you do that, we just met.”

“Come on, please?” Renjun pout. “It’s either you let me drive you or you give me your number so I can check up on you to make sure you got home safe.”

“Oh,” I blushed looking down at my feet. Did he just ask for my number?

“I’d probably have nightmares if I found out I let you walk alone and someone murdered you.” He grabbed my arm. “Let me drop you home.”

I nodded my head, “102 Jeongu, I live up in the apartment.” My face was still flushed and god it was so embarrassing, a few minutes ago I was literally teasing him for getting flustered easily and now the tables have turned. He smiled as I told him my address turning around to the street as a bright light shone on us.

“Noona!” He said heading over to the car. He opened the door signaling me in. I shyly greeted his sister as he introduced us and drove me home. I felt sort of bad though, I didn’t even know where his house was, what if it was on the completely opposite end? Gosh that would fill me up with so much guilt but I was thankful for the ride as it saved my legs from the pain of walking 30 minutes and the possible dangers of the night - you know the possibility of me getting murdered or kidnapped by someone, which I doubt but not really impossible. In all honesty, I hated the dark anyways, it’s childish but I’ve always been scared of it I don’t know why? I’ve just never been comfortable enough to be alone surrounded by pitch black. Possibly the outcome of all the horror movies I’ve watched.

Arriving at the apartment doors I thanked them and asked if they would like something in return for the favour, both denying for the return of anything.

“It was our pleasure,” Renjun’s sister warmly smiled.

“Just stay safe, okay?” Renjun flashed a bright smile waving as they drove off.

I walked to my apartment and greeted my mother who sat on the couch reading a People’s Magazine. Wishing her a goodnight I got myself ready for bed, my mind playing out the encounter with milkshake boy as we stood close our noses almost brushing each other’s. Should I have kissed him? No, wait wait that’s wrong - I’d come off too strong and probably drove him away. I really wouldn’t mind kissing him, his lips were so pretty and pink, they seemed soft so perfect to attach mine to. Maybe one day, I sighed. One day, as long as he’s not a douche - please don’t be a douche, uh what was his name again? Renjun? Yeah, Renjun. And so, I drifted off to sleep after the surprise event of today hoping tomorrow to be another.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this!! Please feel free to DM or comment below your thoughts and send in requests if you wish!! I’ll be making a part 2 as long as this post gets let’s say uhhh 30+ notes likes and such !! <3 take care of yourselves,, lovelies!! - Doyoung’s Darling [PART 2 HAS BEEN POSTED LINK ABOVE!!]

[getfloweroflove-blog]

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[theharellan]

Everything But the End

a random modern starter set after solas minded the the flowershop for ian. incomplete.

Solas

“No matter how much I explained, she did not understand the purpose of accents.” He sighs, a put-upon sound that might lead one to believe he has been a florist for his whole life, rather than a single afternoon. “I believe her precise words were: ‘those ones are boring, I don’t want them at my wedding.”

“And another,” he says after a moment, just in case Ian thought he would ever be done, “who insisted upon only pink flowers, and the message: loves and kisses on all your pink parts.”

Ian

He listens, perched where he’s climbed atop the counter, as Solas leans next to him and regales him of the happenings of what sounds to be a typical afternoon.

“Mmm.” Ian hides his expression behind his tablet, swiping through tomorrow’s orders. “Well, that’s capitalism, isn’t it? I’m just supposed to do what they want, but save them from themselves while–while making it seem like it was their idea all along.”

The third–forth?–another makes him laugh, a sharp bark from low in his chest that shakes his shoulders and doubles him over where he sits, unable to hide his amusement any longer.

He leans over, careful of his balance, to place a kiss at Solas’s temple. “Thank you for watching the store. I hope they weren’t all so horrible.”

Solas

“That is the beauty of being a professor. The student is not always right, and when they aren’t it is our job to tell them otherwise.” He can stomach listening to foolishness so long as he is permitted to speak his piece.

A smile softens his features, the kiss wearing down his sharp edges, reminding him why he agreed to look after it in the first place.

“Not all, though they would not be nearly so satisfying to complain about.” He rubs his hand over his head, careful to avoid the spot Ian kissed. “In hindsight, now I can only wonder why you wanted anything to do with me.”

Ian

“Oh, well. That’s capitalism again.” He giggles, falling easily to lay across the counter, cheek resting against his palm as he grins up at Solas. “I still have to make a little money to keep the store going. That means customers.”

Ian’s fingers stretch forward, catching at the hem of Solas’s sweater. “And you asked interesting questions. And you’re cute.”

Solas

“Ah, I see,” he says, faking stiffness. Easier said than done, especially as Ian unrolls against the counter like a songbird lounging across a piano. “You wanted me for my money.”

“It is too late for that, Vhenan,” he protests weakly, even as he allows his hips to be drawn forward against the counter. He leans forward, but not too far, so that he is only just out of reach. “You have revealed your true feelings. There is not a sentence you could string together that would heal my wounded pride.”

Ian

“Never? Not even when I asked you to watch the store for an afternoon, freeing myself of capitalist obligations and–and foh…foisting those obligations on you, instead?”

His hand continues to wander as Solas leans forward, dancing over soft skin to draw patterns in the small of Solas’s back. His pout fails, overtaken by a grin that dimples his left cheek as his own teeth dig into his bottom lip.

“Do tell.”

Solas

“Better my body than my wallet.”

Ian’s fingers spark shivers up his spine, drawing trails that run hot and cold. Teeth pull over his bottom lip, obscuring the two freckles that dot them. Try as he might, he cannot fight the smile in his eyes.

Bending like this, his neck aches. Falling forward will be easy, pulling back, impossible. Staying put takes more willpower than he cares to tell.

“A day of temperamental customers and still you tease? Have you no pity?”

Ian

Solas leans close, but not close enough, and Ian lingers where he reclines, enjoying the goosebumps he can feel birthing across Solas’s skin beneath his fingertips. Warmth rises at his cheeks, a giggling hum sneaking past his smile.

His giggle swells into a bark of laughter, all but hiccuping as he curls into his amusement. “Temperamental customers.” Ian echoes. “It’s Tuesday, Solas.”

Solas

His eyes trace the corners of Ian’s smile, frustration surrendering to the sound of his laughter.

“So it is,” he hums.

“And I have done a full day’s work, on my day off, I might add.” So early in the semester, it is no true sacrifice, but he isn’t above exaggerating to get what he wishes, what Ian knows he is denying him. “Where’s my payment?”

Ian

“Capitalism strikes again.” Ian sighs, head shaking as mournfully as he might manage. “I can balance the register,” he offers, fingers retreating from the small of Solas’s back to dance at his side for just a moment, before he pulls away completely.

“I don’t suppose we have any coffee? If you’re going to expect me to do math…” Merlin usually balances the register, but today, it seems, she’s nowhere to be found.

Solas

His eyes flutter, never quite closing, but preparing to slip closed for the anticipated kiss. As Ian pulls away, Solas falls forward, a soft ‘ah’ catching in the back of his throat.

He is left with a cold spot at the base of his spine where Ian’s fingers had been tracing patterns. Colder, but undeterred.

He props up his chin with the back of his hand, watching Ian from across the counter with an eager expression. “I would not know,” he says, but hopes the answer is ‘no.’ There is nothing that sours a kiss like coffee breath. “But there is no need, I had another form of payment in mind.”

Ian

Ian slides back, over the far end of the counter, placing a barricade between himself and his boyfriend. “I wasn’t planning on paying you in coffee.” He says, purposefully misunderstanding Solas’s statement.

“The coffee’s for me. I’m exhausted.”

Solas

His nose wrinkles, head falling forward towards the counter with a sigh.

“Vhenan–”

Ian

“Mmm.” Ian hums as he ducks out of sight, digging for the pods of coffee that fit his instant machine. His fingers drum a melody against the counter as he searches with his eyes, only half rising when Solas sighs.

“What?”

Solas

“You are–” he laughs, breathless in his frustration, “a menace.”

Solas straightens, pulling the hem of his sweater down to meet his pantsline. “Need I spell it out for you?”

Ian

“A menace?” He feigns innocence, wide eyes staring over his knuckles, across the counter to where Solas straightens the sweater he’s mussed.

“You may have to. You know I can’t spell.”

Solas

He blows air through his lips, hands landing on his hips after they have properly straightened his sweater. They make him look cross, although that is not quite the case.

“Forget the coffee, love,” he pleads. “Come here.”

Ian

He’s trying–desperately–to smother his grin, or to hide it behind his hands where he hovers behind the counter. Solas, standing with his hands on his hips and trying to look annoyed, is an endearing sight. Satisfaction swells in his chest, and he half-complies, rising just far enough to prop his chin against the fold of his hands.

“Here?”

Solas

The thought occurs to him that he could walk away, and give Ian a taste of what he has endured these past several minutes. What stops him, however, is the realisation that ultimately Ian holds all the power in this situation. If he were to pull away, it would only hurt him.

“There will do.”

He bends over, hoping that the canopy of flowers will grant them some privacy, brushing the tip of his nose against Ian’s before leaning in for a kiss. “Does that make my meaning clear?”

Ian

Solas’s kiss is soft, brief and teasing. Lips brush against each other for hardly the space of Ian’s stolen breath before his boyfriend pulls away, and in the absence of Solas’s lips, Ian’s teeth drag across his own.

“Mmm.” He hums, ears lifting as he fails to bite back a growing grin.

“It has been a full day.” He agrees, and balancing the register can probably wait. It shouldn’t, but it can. A wave of his hand is all that is required for the sign over the door to flip, for the bolt to slide into place. He straightens, emerging from behind the counter to pass behind Solas, fingers trailing at the hem of his sweater to tease and tug at his fingers. “Let’s go upstairs. I’ll make hot chocolate.”

Solas

He cannot help the pleased look that steals across his face as he notes how Ian’s teeth bite his bottom lip. It is as though they are trying to pin the feeling of his kiss in place. But his words are not so satisfying, carrying on as though the kiss had stirred anything in Ian, save the thought of retiring.

(Hot chocolate is preferable to coffee, but still not what he had in mind.)

“That isn’t…” The tips of Solas’s ears fall back, his smile fading as he attempts to assess the new game Ian plays with him. He allows himself to be pulled from the store by the lightest of touches, sweater again hiking up over his hips where Ian has mussed it, their fingers not linking, but somehow still tied together.

Ian

He crosses the shop with his back to Solas, and his grin blossoms, mischief tugging to tuck into a dimple. Their fingers don’t quite lock, but he tugs Solas along behind him, pausing halfway up the stairs that lead to his loft as Solas begins what a sentence that almost ends in a sigh.

Ian turns, pivoting on his toes one step ahead of Solas. One step is all it takes for him to be the taller, and he doesn’t bother to control his grin as he bends, catching Solas’s lips against his own. One hand grasps the banister, assuring his balance, but the other reaches to pull Solas closer, thumb teasing his ear as his fingers curl around the back of his neck.

“Isn’t what?” He asks, breaking the kiss almost as quickly as he had begun it. “Did you–did you have something else in mind?”

Solas

He is granted only an instant to react, mere seconds to watch Ian pivot, as though he had forgotten something downstairs, only to fall upon him. He wants to melt into the kiss, but again, is granted only a moment. His eyes scarcely have time to flutter shut before Ian has pulled back.

Freckled lips hover over his, still close enough that Solas can feel them grin. He rises on his toes in an attempt to seal the space between them, only for Ian to pull away. A small noise sounds at the back of his throat, satisfied and frustrated at once.

“Kiss me again,” he asks (pleads), “make me forget today– everything but its end.”

Ian

Ian leans forward again, reclaiming the distance he had put between them to brush his lips over Solas’s, so that he can feel the request as much as hear it. “Mmmm.” Is his response, grin pulling his lips too tight for another kiss.

His thumb runs the line of Solas’s jaw until it teases the lobe of his ear, and his other hand crosses to catch at Solas’s hand, their fingers interlocking as he takes a step back, careful as he ascends the stairs, pulling Solas along with him.

“Is that what you wanted? You only had to ask.”

Solas

The request barely escapes his lips before he lifts to press them against Ian’s. They are unyielding, stiff, but not dissuasively so (his grin is too glad).  His hands leave a cold trail as Ian pulls back to guide him up, one step at a time, feeling the top of each with his heel before ascending.

Smugness is not a look he sees often on Ian, the assuredness of his ability to keep Solas’s attention is–

He swallows thickly. “You are doing this on purpose.” That much had become self-evident more than a few minutes ago, but it deserves mention now, if only so that in the quiet laugh that follows he may imply his intention: don’t stop.

Ian

“Yes.” Ian agrees, the affirmation louder than he intended, accompanied with a burst of barking laughter. “I am.”

His grin is steady, and he leans down again–still the taller for the aid of the stairs leading to his loft–until their noses almost touch. “Are you gonna–gonna do anything about it?”

Solas

“You…” Whatever he has to say is lost to a sigh, accusation or praise.

His free hand comes to rest upon Ian’s chest, leaning in just enough so that the tip of his nose bends against Ian’s. “I don’t think I have the strength to.”

[felinisfeloney]

From an outside prospective tales of graces seems like the most innocent game in the series which is weird when you consider everything because:

-There is child assassination attempts as well as death -Potential war outbreaks and soldiers dying

-more assassination and the overthrowing of a military/government

-nations that have areas that are essentially living with barely any resources in some part that lose the very thing that allows their country to function

-threat of essentially an atomic bomb going off and destroying a nation’s capital

-a villain that is basically the result of abuse

-Richard’s slip into insanity

-people being slaughtered by lambda’s monsters

- a desolate wasteland planet brought on by human science experiments

-fairly broken sibling relationships and seven years worth of guilt

-Sophie dying

-Hubert’s adoptive father attempting to start a military coup during a crisis

-Richard brutally stabbing a man to death while laughing like a mad man

-Richard being a yandergay for Asbel

-more people dying in Lhant

-Malik’s past as a terrorist

-the threat that the world will lose all it’s power and slowly wither away as everyone on the earth starves or dies of thirst

But on the other hand...

-the power of friendship saves the day

-the mere existence of Sophie

-Pascal’s insanity and constant mention of bananas

-There is a literal chocolate fountain in a city

-The peaches look like butts skit

-Asbel and Cheria being parents to Sophie

-Sophie’s smile that gives me hope for this world

-Hubert and Pascal shipping fodder

-Malik being best uncle to Sophie

-OUT THE BUTT

-The cuteness of the childhood arc

-Tiger Festival

-Some of the best end battle quotes

So yeah... why is this one the most childish one in the series? Because you never see blood? I think a mod could fix that.

[girls-scenarios]

Whoever You Love

Idol: Chaeyoung (Twice)

Prompt: Hello i love your blog and I want to know if I can request something with twice's chaeyoung x female reader when the r is from slytherin and chaeyoung is from griffindor and she's in love with the reader? Sorry for my bad english xD

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I started this, then didn’t like my original idea and deleted it all. Finally, I have a story that I like. I hope all of you will like it too. Sorry for taking so long with this. Also, I did this instead of studying for my midterms or sleeping to be ready for work in the morning. Someone stop me.

Warnings: There’s one sexy pun by Jeongyeon and maybe a curse word or two. 

“What do you mean, you’ve never been to the muggle world,” Chaeyoung said, leaning in close to you and squinting her eyes. Giving a quick look to the students around you, you put your finger to your lips and shushed her.

“Keep it down, we’re in class!” None of the other students had seemed to notice. They were all too busy watching Jeongyeon and Nayeon argue over who’d messed up the faulty potion and caused it to blow. Jeongyeon’s hair was standing on end, and Chaeyoung made a mental note not to wall back with her after class before returning to the problem at hand.

“Nobody’s looking at us. So come on. Tell me how you somehow haven’t gone to the muggle world yet.” You huffed and looked down at the desk. The two of you had long ago finished the potion. When Chaeyoung had commented that it looked like a milkshake at McDonald’s, you’d let it slip that you didn’t know what that was. Chaeyoung had almost fallen off her chair in shock.

“I don’t know. I’m a pureblood, why would I need to go to the muggle world?”

“Because there’s so many cool things to do in the muggle world. I’ll bet you’ve never even been bowling. Or ice skating.” You crossed your arms across your chest.

“I’ve ice skated before….”

“Here, right?” Slowly, you nodded. Chaeyoung grinned.

“That settles it. This weekend, we’re going to the muggle world.” You looked at her, eyebrows raised, skeptical.

“Is that even allowed?” Chaeyoung nodded.

“Of course it is. We don’t have anything to do this weekend, and we’re old enough to leave without chaperone.” She smugly leaned back in her chair, wiggling her eyebrows at you. “Are you ready?” You signed, and put you head on the desk, looking up at her.

“Not really. But I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Nope,” she said. “Be ready by 10.” You groaned and buried your head in your arms as Nayeon let out a shrill scream. Jeongyeon had dumped the remaining potion on her.

That night, in the Gryffindor dorms, Chaeyoung buried her face in her pillow and screamed. Standing at her door with a Band-Aid on her face was Jeongyeon, who looked thoroughly uninterested and overly exhausted. Behind her, Dahyun peered over her shoulder.

“Come on, Chaeyoung. It’s too late for this bullshit. I’m in pain and I want to sleep,” Jeongyeon said, yawning as if to prove her point. Dahyun snorted and pushed past her into the room.

“Maybe if you stopped egging Nayeon on to punch you, you wouldn’t be in pain all the time,” she said, walking up to Chaeyoung’s bed and sitting on the end. Jeongyeon shrugged her shoulders.

“She’s cute when she’s angry,” Jeongyeon said. Dahyun rolled her eyes and put her hand on Chaeyoung’s shoulder.

“What’s wrong, Chaeyoung?” Chaeyoung rolled over enough to look at Dahyun and whimpered.

“I invited (Y/N) to go to the muggle world with me tomorrow.” Dahyun’s eyebrows flew up.

“You finally got the guts to ask her out?” Whining, Chaeyoung buried her head again in the pillow.

“It just came up,” she said, voice muffled by the pillow. “I asked her before I realized what I was doing.” Jeongyeon laughed from her spot near the door, then winced and pressed her hand to her side. Dahyun pulled at Chaeyoung’s shoulders, trying to get her to roll over again.

“So what’s the big deal? Shouldn’t you be excited about this?” Dahyun asked, finally getting Chaeyoung to roll over. One of the younger Gryffindors walked past the door and gave them a weird look, so Jeongyeon stepped inside the door and closed it.

“I don’t know what I should wear, Dahyun. I need help.” Jeongyeon facepalmed, careful not to hit her wound. Dahyun laughed.

“Is that all? We can pick out an outfit in no time,” she said, giving Chaeyoung a thumbs up. Jeongyeon wrinkled her nose and shot Chaeyoung a look.

“I’d love to help, but are you sure we’re the best people? Shouldn’t we get someone who knows more about fashion, like Nayeon or Mina? Or even Tzuyu.” Chaeyoung sat up straight, waving her hands and shaking her head frantically.

“No, nobody other than you guys can know about this. I don’t want word getting around the school. What kind of loser would I look like then?” Dahyun raised her eyebrows.

“You’re not a loser for liking someone. Come on, Chaeyoung.” Chaeyoung shook her head.

“No. My pride as a Gryffindor is on the line. I’m just going to ask you guys.” Jeongyeon shrugged her shoulders and walked to Chaeyoung’s closet, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked over the mass of clothes inside.

“Leave it to us, then. I guess.” She turned to look back at Dahyun. “Is it supposed to be cold tomorrow?” Dahyun got up from the bed and walked to stand beside the older girl.

“I don’t know. Maybe. It was cold today, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t go outside today. Nayeon hexed me, remember?” Dahyun snorted.

“Oh yeah. That was hilarious.” Their banter continued, and Chaeyoung closed her eyes and let out a slow sigh. She was totally doomed.

The next day drifted around, and thankfully, Chaeyoung had checked the weather. It was raining. She peaked out from under the umbrella that she’d brought with her and dipped her chin further into her scarf, wondering how long it would last.

“Do you not like the rain?” Her head jerked and she looked over at you.

“Well, I don’t hate it. I just don’t like walking around in it all that much.” You laughed from your position beside her and tucked closer to her, under the umbrella.

“So where’s this café you were telling me about, so we can stop walking around in it and my toes don’t freeze up?” Chaeyoung pointed across the road to the Starbucks standing tall in front of them.

“If this walk signal ever changes, we’ll get to it in minutes.” As if on cue, the signal changed, flashing a little walking man. Quickly, you moved closer to Chaeyoung as the two of you shuffled across the road, bumping shoulders with other people.

“It’s so crowded here,” you said, keeping your voice low so that only Chaeyoung could hear you. She nodded and pulled you towards the door, grinning widely.

“That’s what makes it fun,” she replied, and you scoffed, but let her open the door for you. You stepped out from under the umbrella and into the warm smell of coffee while Chaeyoung shook out the umbrella before following.

“So this is Starbucks, huh? I thought it would be bigger, somehow.” Chaeyoung laughed and nudged you towards the counter as you stared at the menu, squinting your eyes to see all the tiny lettering.

“There are some really huge ones in capitals. One time I saw a three story one. It was pretty intense.” She looked up at the menu. “Do you know what kind of coffee you like?” You shook your head slowly.

“What do you usually get?” You asked her, stuffing your hands into your pockets.

“Well, I’d say getting a White Chocolate Mocha is a pretty same bet. Or a Caramel Macchiato. Do you like chocolate or caramel better?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Order whatever you think is best.” The two of you were next in line, so Chaeyoung didn’t argue with you, instead leaning in to order two hot White Chocolate Mochas and pulling out some cash to pay. Then she pulled you over to a table near the counter and told you to sit down.

“They’ll call my name when they’re ready. No need to stand around any more than we have to,” she told you. As you sat down, you looked around, taking in everything in the room. Smiling, she watched you, resting her chin on her palm. When your eyes met hers, you immediately broke away and looked down at the table, a small blush beginning to creep up your cheeks.

“What’s with the staring, you see me pretty much every day.” Chaeyoung just smiled a bit wider.

“You look cute today.” Immediately, your face got more red. Chaeyoung’s heart was pounding behind her ribs, but she tried to swallow down her nervousness. Just as you opened your mouth to respond, the barista behind the counter called out Chaeyoung’s name. Both of you jumped, then sent sheepish looks to each other before Chaeyoung got up to get the drinks. She gently sat yours down in front of you, then sat in her own seat and took a sip of her own, looking out the window, the burst of confidence she’d had moments ago simmered out.

“You look cute too.” She almost choked on the hot liquid, but managed to swallow it and hold back the cough tickling her throat.

“Oh. Uh, thank you.” You nodded and took a sip of your own drink, cheeks still red. It wasn’t from the chill outside.

“Um, let’s just stay here for a while,” you said softly, staring down at the table. Chaeyoung wrapped her hands around the warm cup and looked at you. “I like being here. With you. It’s warm.” A smile moved across her lips and she looked down at the coffee cup in her hands.

“Me too.” She put one hand down on the table, and slowly, you put down your hand as well, so that your fingers were touching hers. You smiled. She smiled. And you both sipped your drinks, warm cheeks smiling at the world.

“A Gryffindor and a Slytherin, huh? Who would’ve thought,” Nayeon said, squinting at Chaeyoung, her arms crossed and her eyebrows drawn. Chaeyoung opened her mouth to reply, but Jeongyeon stepped in before she could, imitating Nayeon’s stance and glaring back at her.

“You gotta problem with that? It’s 2017, who cares if a Slytherin and a Gryffindor date?” Nayeon gave her a once over.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Jeongyeon. Why would you care?” Jeongyeon took a deep breath, put her hands on her hips, and grinned.

“Because I want to slither in, Nayeon.” Chaeyoung winced as Nayeon landed a solid punch to Jeongyeon’s side, making the other girl laugh and groan at the same time. You looked between the two, worry evident on your face, but Chaeyoung wrapped her arm around you and pulled you away.

“Don’t mind them. Seriously, they do this all the time. It’s their weird way of flirting,” Chaeyoung said. You wrinkled your nose and sent one last look back at the scene. A few other Slytherins were headed down the hall, and you tensed, but they said nothing, just whistling in a teasing manner. One girl, named Tzuyu, yelled for you to get it. Your faced bloomed red, and Chaeyoung laughed before moving her hand down and tangling her fingers together with yours.

“So, about what Nayeon said,” you started, tightening your hold on Chaeyoung’s hand with a small smile. Chaeyoung raised her eyebrows.

“About what Nayeon said about what?”

“She said a Slytherin and a Gryffindor dating. You think she was talking about us?” The butterflies in Chaeyoung’s stomach did butterflies.

“Maybe?” She said, not wanting to mess up whatever you were going to say.

“Well,” you said. “I’d like to make that a truth.” Chaeyoung’s heart all but stopped. The butterflies stuttered to a stop, wondering if they had heard right.

“You mean. You want to date me?” You nodded your head and looked over at Chaeyoung.

“Yeah. Do you want to date me?” The butterflies exploded. Chaeyoung almost cried, but she settled instead for laughing.

“Of course. I’d love to.”

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(requested by anon) Kai Parker x Reader word count : 3 093 summary : Reader and Kai are friends and go together to celebrate Thanksgiving at the Salvatore’s house. * gif by phantom-evil keep reading after the cut _____________________ Kai got up early and walked to Y/N’s house , ringing the doorbell. Usually he’d sneak into her house through her bedroom window but not this time. It was his favourite holiday and he wanted to do things right for a change.  A moment later Y/N’s dad opened the door , letting him inside. “I think she is still asleep but you are welcome to wait for her downstairs until she wakes.” said her dad. “Thanks.” said Kai smiling , putting his hands on her father’s shoulders. “But I think I will go upstairs and wake her up myself.. and you are not going to come check up on  us.”  and the next second he whooshed himself upstairs in her bedroom seeing her door was cracked open. He smiled and pushed it in , seeing Y/N curled up into a ball , semi hanging off the bed. Kai walked inside , sitting on the opposite side , pulling her towards him. “Wakey wakey.” “5 more minutes dad…” mumbled Y/N pulling the covers over her head. Kai laughed at her words, tickling her through the covers. “Not your dad sweetheart , though you can still call me ‘daddy’ if you want.” Y/N pulled the covers over her head finding Kai grinning over her. His eyes sparkling with excitement as he tapped her nose. She glanced at the clock noticing its barely 7.25AM , then back at Kai. “What ? H-how did you get in my ro- bed?” “Front door. Weirdly your father is not on vervain. I wonder who got him off of it.” said Kai amused. “Oh right. I did.“ he laughed. She couldnt help but smile. Kai might be dangerous around everyone else but not around her. Y/N got to see a side of him no one else did. He was charming , funny and sometimes annoyingly cute but she loved him just the way he was with all the good and the bad. "Should I be worried you made sure my dad can be compelled or ?” “Nah … Don’t worry. I just wanted him to allow me to sneak into the house whenever I want without interruptions.” he said smiling. “Now , get up. It’s THANKSGIVING !!! My favourite day of the year !” “What about Christmas ?”  she asked yawning , rubbing her forehead with her thumb and index finger. Kai was like a little kid on Christmas morning. The most dangerous thing about him today would be how much food he’d try to get her to eat. “Christmas is fun but I like Thanksgiving best.” he grinned. “Come on , get up !” he pulled the covers off her , pulling her hands until she was in a sitting position. “There is so much to do - turkey , cranberries , stuffing OH and those glazed carrots !!” “I know , I know … Caroline already send me a whole list with chores the other night.” she said getting up. Her friends had invited her to Friendsgiving and of course everyone had chores to do and a schedule to stick to. Kai looked at her confused. “What does Candice had to do with today ?” “Didn’t I tell you ? Sorry … classes and all. Must’ve slipped my mind.” she laughed nervously. “Caroline invited me over to celebrate Friendsgiving … well Thanksgiving at the Salvatores…and you are coming as my plus one.” Kai stared at her as if she had just dropped a nuclear bomb in the middle of her bedroom. Her friends didn’t like him and he didnt really feel like spending the day with them , but he also wanted to spend the day with Y/N. He liked being around her , talking or just sitting together doing nothing. “Lose the sad face.” she tickled him. “Smile. There is nothing to be nervous about - I’ll be there and -” “They don’t like me. What if -” “No , no , no. No ‘but’ or ‘if’. “ she said wrapping her hands around her best friend. “You are coming or I’ll be very very sad … and mad at you.” “You know I cant say no to you.” he smiled. “Now , where is that list Candice sent you? I dont want them to hate me for ruining Thanksgiving , also I make the best stuffing. Literally to die for.” said Kai excitedly. “Ah well thats perfect because stuffing is our responsibility.” smiled Y/N. “Fantastic !” said Kai grabbing her by the waist and tossing her over his shoulder making her laugh. “Lets go sweet cheeks. I am making you breakfast.”

*     *    * A few hours later they stood in front of the front door of the Salvatore’s. Y/N had put on her favourite knee high dark blue dress , matching what Kai was wearing. It hadnt been on purpose , just happened. Y/N held the casserole with the stuffing while Kai rang the bell ,  moving the flower bouquet in his other hand. He couldn’t help but smile seeing the decorations on the door and the twinkling lights. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who loved Thanksgiving a bit too much. “Was I supposed to wear a tie?” “No. You look absolutely perfect.” she smiled back at him. Kai always looked perfect - his eyes , his smile , everything about him was absolutely perfect and sometimes it drove her nuts. He always knew what to say or do to cheer her up or surprise her. Y/N knew he felt nervous about coming with her , but she really wanted her friends to see the good in him just like she did and what better opportunity to do that than celebrate Thanksgiving together. Kai smiled back at her and started to say something when he heard someone coming and a moment later Stefan and Caroline opened the door. “Happy Thanksgiving!” said both Y/N and Kai. Both her friends looked frozen on the spot. Stefan looked confused as to what Kai was doing there while Caroline shot Y/N a death glare. None of them appeared to be thrilled to have Kai there , so she decided to keep a little secret to herself. “We brought stuffing. You will LOVE it!” said Y/N handing Caroline the casserole with the stuffing Kai had made with her help. Well , he had made it while she was standing near by drinking wine mesmerized by the appearance of Kai wearing an apron. “Thank you Y/N.” she replied , passing the stuffing to Stefan. “Oh-kay…” he muttered , “I’ll go now , leave you to it.”  heading towards the dinner table. Caroline crossed her hands on her chest starring at them. Her eyes kept darting between Kai who was smiling widely and Y/N who looked a little nervous. “Why is he here ?” “Kai is my plus one. Also Thanksgiving is his favourite holiday and -” “I promise I am not here to stir trouble -” “Said every person about to do just that.” interjected Caroline. “- I am here because Y/N invited me and also for the turkey dinner.” he sniffed the air lightly. “Which smells great by the way.” Y/N’s eyes pleaded with her friend and Caroline reluctantly stepped aside letting them in. “This is for you.” said Kai giving the flower bouquet to her. Caroline gave him a small smile , grabbing Y/N’s wrist and pulling her aside. “Have you lost your mind ?! He is dangerous , Danger with a capital D every single time!” said Caroline in a hushed voice. “Why did you bring him here ?!” Y/N sighed. “No , he is not. If you don’t trust him , at least trust me.. and I already told you ‘why’.” “Your ability to see good in people will get you killed.” sighed Caroline. “Admit it - you like me more for it.” teased Y/N catching up with Kai in a few seconds. Kai’s eyes drifted all over the room seeing the orange leafs decorating the walls , twinkling lights and orange / red flowers. Y/N held onto Kai’s hand and both of them headed into the living room.  Everyone was already there , well almost - Tyler and Liv appeared to be running late. Even Jeremy had come back for a visit. Their eyes widened seeing Kai there , specially Bonnie’s who got up and walked out of the room nearly knocking Kai on the ground. A few moments later there was a loud sound of a door being slammed shut. Kai looked a little worried for a moment but then he saw Y/N looking at him and he relaxed a bit. He had expected her friends not to be thrilled about having him there , but the fact she was next to him inexplicably calmed him down. “Who invited him ?” hissed Damon taking a step towards Kai who was smiling widely at everyone. Damon gulped his drink at once , almost breaking the cup in his hands. “I did… and if you plan on hurting him in any way I will tell Elena about -” Damon ran in vamp speed towards Y/N and pressed his hand on her mouth smiling innocently at Elena , hoping his surprise won’t get blown. “Tell me about what ?” wondered Elena shifting on the sofa with a glass of wine in her hand. “Fine , he can stay.” sighed Damon shooting a warning glance at Y/N. “I’ll go rearrange the seating chart.” muttered Caroline heading to the dining room. “Is she always like this?” whispered Kai looking after Caroline. “Pretty much. Yeah.” she laughed. “So what did Damon do ?  Must’ve been pretty serious if you could get him to back out.” he asked curious. “I’ll tell you later.” said Y/N knowing there were enough supernaturals with sensitive hearing and she didn’t want to risk it. “Hope Caroline seats us together.” Kai smiled wrapping his hands around her from behind for a moment. “Me too.” Stefan came back from the kitchen with a platter with cupcakes - some of them decorated as a turkey , others with chocolate figurine leafs and another with pilgrim tiny hats on top of the frosting. Clearly a distraction sent by Caroline. “Oh yumm , cupcakes.” said Kai reaching for the platter Stefan had just left on the fancy table where Damon keeps his alcohol. “And they look so cute. OMG I love you.” he mumbled to the turkey decorated cupcake. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh , watching Kai swipe his finger across the frosting licking it right after. He was like a little kid , his finger swiped across the frosting again , wiping some on her nose. Her friends had fallen silent , starring at Kai as if he had pulled out a knife instead of reaching for a cupcake. “We are ready.” called out Caroline and everyone headed towards the dining room. Sure enough she had seated Kai and Y/N together. “If everyone would gather around the table and take their assigned seats … we will each share something we are thankful for in 100 words or less.“ Kai pulled away Y/N’s chair waiting for her to sit before lightly pushing her chair towards the table and sat next to her smiling widely. Everyone stared at Kai with puzzled expressions. “What ?” he asked a little confused. “Do I have frosting on my face ?” “No , we are just … a little surprised to see you acting this nice.” said Stefan. “Oh-kay.” interrupted Caroline.”Lets just stick to our schedule …” Bonnie sat as far away from Kai as possible next to Jeremy. Stefan sat with Caroline and Damon and Elena sat opposite Y/N and Kai. Just as everyone had taken their seats Tyler and Liv came rushing into the dining room , being late both of them freezing on the spot seeing Kai there. "Hey sis. Happy Thanksgiving!” said Kai smiling. “Ah its so nice to be around family for the holidays.” “There would’ve been more of us if you hadn’t … Oh what does it matter.” sighed Liv sitting next to Jeremy. A few minutes passed and no one was saying a word , the atmosphere was so tense you could cut through it with a knife. “Okay … who wants to go f-” “Can I go first ?” asked Kai interrupting Caroline , taking a glass with wine from the table. Everyone glanced at each other and then at Kai who had taken the silence as a 'yes’ and stood up turning towards everyone but mostly Y/N. “It’s been a long year and I know most of you don’t like me , but I am thankful you decided to let me spend the holiday with you.” Caroline rolled her eyes and Bonnie groaned in frustration. Damon had clasped his hands on the table while Elena gulped a whole glass of wine glancing at Y/N who couldn’t tear her eyes off Kai. Jeremy was typing on his phone and Stefan had a thoughtful expression on his face , listening to Kai and glancing between him and Y/N. Liv rubbed her forehead and Tyler leaned in to whisper something in her ear. Kai kept talking , exceeding the 100 words limit but no one seemed to care. Caroline gulped two whole glasses with wine by the time Kai was finished. “But most of all” continued Kai. “I am thankful for having someone as incredible as Y/N in my life. Thank you for seeing light in me , however small the spark is.” He leaned in kissing her cheek making her blush. “Yeah …” said Bonnie starring in disbelief at Kai. “As if there is -” “Can we not do this right now?” interrupted Y/N turning towards Bonnie with pleading eyes.  One evening and her friends couldn’t let it go just for a few hours. She was starting to get worried if it had been a good idea to come in the first place , but Kai didn’t seem to care at all. “Cheers.” he said taking a sip before sitting back on his chair , pinching Y/N’s cheek to get her to laugh. “Fine.” said Damon , getting up to go next. “I am thankful for .. having Elena and all of you in my life … except you creeper.” he smirked raising his glass , at which point Kai laughed taking a sip from his wine glass while holding onto Y/N’s hand under the table. “Funny.” Damon kept talking for a few minutes longer then Tyler took his turn. They went around the table until it was Y/N’s turn. She got up , a glass in her hand while with the other she fixed her dress and pushed away a strand of hair from her face. “Wow you guys.” she started smiling , glancing around everyone until her eyes fell in Kai. His eyes looked different , even bluer than usual. He gave her a small smile , not taking his eyes off her. “All my life you have been my friends and … my family really.. and now there is someone else who became a part of it. I am so grateful to have every single one of you in my life. Thank you for opening your home for  Kai on this most special days. That meant a lot.” Caroline and Elena smiled at her while Damon glanced at Bonnie rolling his eyes. After Y/N was Stefan’s turn and last went Caroline. Most of her friends just chose to ignore him , while Damon , Bonnie and Tyler kept glancing suspiciously at Kai the entire night , waiting for him to do something. Instead he was being cute and charming and way caring towards Y/N. He wouldn’t take his eyes off her and his smile would never leave his face when she looked at him. Everyone appeared to love the stuffing best , considering it was the first thing to end and Y/N winked at him. Afterwards everyone kind of spread out - Tyler and Liv left , Bonnie couldn’t get out of the house fast enough and the only people left there were Damon , Elena , Stefan , Caroline and Jeremy who had decided to crash at the Salvatore’s for the night.  Y/N stood by the fireplace , watching the flames burn when Kai wrapped his hands around her. He knew what she was thinking without her having to say the words. “Your friends are nice - ish… and don’t worry , we are getting along.” smiled Kai. “Like a fuse and a match.” she muttered , making him laugh. He noticed Elena standing a metre away , shortening the distance between them in  a few steps. “Hey , do you want another cupcake?” asked Kai , resting his chin on her shoulder. “Um yeah … but only if you do.” she poked him in the stomach , making him laugh. “Oh-kay. I’ll be right back.” he kissed her cheek and left her talking with a very surprised looking Elena. “What have you done to him ?” asked Elena. “He seems so …” “Not murderous but charming and super lovable and cuddly ?” asked Y/N laughing. Elena laughed too. “Not how I would’ve put it but yes.” “It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. Kai is pretty amazing. You should’ve seen him this morning when he sneaked into my bed- room” Y/N cleared her throat. “He was so excited about today - all dimples and smiles and -” "You like him don’t you ?” “Me?” replied Y/N pointing at herself , her eyes wide in surprise. “Psshhtt … no.” Kai picked up two cupcakes - one with the chocolate leaf ones and one with the pilgrim hats. He licked some frosting off his fingers and looked up seeing Stefan watching him with a curious expression on his face and a small smile. “Hi.” smiled Kai. “Alright. What is it with you two ?” asked Stefan pointing between him and Y/N. “Wh-what do you mean ?” asked Kai. “Nothing’s up. Just enjoying Thanksgiving with my friends …frenemies.” “Right …”  replied Stefan nodding as if he didn’t believe a single word. “Tell her before someone beats you to the punch.” Kai stared at Stefan wondering how he knew. Was it really that obvious ? “Why do you care ? You don’t even like me.” “You are right. I don’t. She does.” said Stefan taking another sip of his drink , both of them glancing at Y/N who was smiling at something Elena had said. _____________________ note : (to the anon who requested it) I tried my best (we don’t celebrate Thanksgiving here , so it’s all what I’ve gathered from movies and TV shows). Hope you still like it tho.. ______________________ MASTERLIST March / April 2017 MASTERLIST MAY 2017 MASTERLIST JUNE 2017

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But, I can tell you what went wrong with my previous pregnancies, not an issue. When I was pregnant with my son, I couldn't get an adequate amount of hot chocolate and green olives. I know it sounds a bit icky, but keep in mind that, the rich chocolatey goodness complimented the salty olives perfectly. With my daughter, I had a whole other sweet/salty addiction: pb&j sandwiches with casino chips wedged in the centre! I would spend time at my desk at lunchtime, hiding behind my computer, quickly devouring three to four of those bad boys. And while a pb&j can be a classic kids lunch food, it is really not only a low calories treat. By the time you add the calories from the bread, peanut butter, and jelly, you're already as much as at the very least 300-400 calories! And when you add the salty, greasy goodness of the potato chip in addition, it might be a pregnancy weight atomic bomb. Thankfully, I've were able to curb those cravings up to now, but I couldn't help but think of that of a delicious cupcake a pb&j potato chip cupcake can be.

London days out make the perfect gift for couples celebrating a particular anniversary. Don't put yourself pressurized attempting to choose the entertainment that presses all of the buttons, a restaurant that's conveniently located and the like - just decide on a package that literally brings everything together to suit your needs. How about visiting your favourite attraction - think St Paul's Cathedral, the Household Cavalry Museum, or Kensington or Hampton Court Palace - accompanied by an amazing afternoon tea at Mayfair's swish Grosvenor House Hotel? Or allow lucky couple choose to use the river for a leisurely lunchtime cruise around the Thames, including a three-course meal, before getting airborne to get a flight around the London Eye. Or why don't you consider a Friday-night theatre break, with tickets to either 39 Steps, Blood Brothers, We Will Rock You, Stomp, Wicked, Thriller or Woman in Black, followed by an overnight live in a three-star hotel and leisurely breakfast? Thrill-seekers will cherish a flight over London inside a Piper Seneca twin-engine light aircraft. The half-hour journey will take them over every one of the capital's iconic landmarks: St Paul's Cathedral, the Olympic Park, Tower Bridge, the Houses of Parliament along with the Royal Parks. Finish off having a bottle of champagne and they will seem like their feet still haven't really touched the ground!

First key to give thought to is the appropriate dimension of the cake stand. You must have the proper dimension with the stand which also fits case. In markets nowadays, stands usually are observed in sets of plates on platforms and they are piled on the top alternatively. Have you arrived at a wedding ceremony or any event which may have cupcakes and cakes on display? If yes, you then must have viewed cake stands already. Measurement of cake stands doesn't only refer to the height with the stand, just about all refers to the dimension from the plates.

It was around 9 o'clock when Sarah went down from her long sleep for my child used-black-jeans and midrib pale-yellow rounded-neck-collar-shirt with her favorite black snickers. Missing the breakfast, she passed on your kitchen and grabbed a 12-oz.- bottle of fresh carrot-orange juice inside the ref. She poured a variety of it in a glass. She sipped it carefully and let the pulp of the orange juice played a little for my child tongue before she would swallow. She was being a young girl, joyfully drinking her favorite juice purchasing the view outside of her rose garden. She could notice over the glass wall of the dining-room straight ahead from the kitchen room. She deposit the empty glass for the sink and excitedly walked towards her precious rose garden.