#its dark in here so i didnt even see the raspberries........... the sweetness took me by surprise............... im so happy................

[skenpiel]

im gonna cry i have a chocolate mousse cake with fresh raspberries its so sweet and savory and bitter i think dont think it even was that long since i had cake but fuuuuuuuck im so happy

[bi-peanut]

Underneath The Stars Of 23rd Street

All parts

The truck spluttered to a stop, sighing and creaking. I pushed down on the excelorater hard. Nothing. “Come on” I groaned, hitting the steering wheel. The cold night air creeped into the truck like icy fingers wrapping around my body, the heating system had shut down with the rest of the car. I can hear the coyotes in the distance. Town is at least 75 miles away, and here I am. Stranded in the desert. The coyote's high pitched growl grows closer. My hands are sweating and suddenly the cold air seems to be the least of my worries. “START” I shout at the car, slamming my foot against the excelerator. But it's no use, the shreakes grow closer and closer I can hear their ragged breath. “shit” I whisper.

I frantically fumbled with they keys praying for the truck to start. But it stayed silent and still. "Think!" I shouted to myself. I thought back to a time where my dad and I took an trip to Chicago and our car broke down on the way. He had jump started it "for educational purposes only" my dad grinned as I watched him. "Yes!" I thought. I slid down under the steering wheel. It was dark. I got back up and grabbed a torch out of the glove compartment before sliding back down under the dashboard. They coyotes where right outside my truck now, I could hear them pacing around curiously pawing at the doors and wheels. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I pulled open the wireboard and shined the torch into it. I remembered he pulled the red wire or something. My pulled at the wire not really registering anything I'm doing. Suddenly the car purred to life. "Yes!" I cried pumping my fist in the air. I scrambled back up into my seat and placed my hands onto the steering wheel. My truck was surrounded by coyotes, and as much as I knew they would hurt me I couldnt hurt them. I reved my engine and they jumped back. I slammed down on the gas, rocketing straight ahead. I drove and drove and didnt stop untill I got too the outskirts of town. I checked my watch, 00:30. Shit, dad was expecting me home half an hour ago, its not as if I could let him know I had broke down. It took me about another 10 minutes to pull up to our house. I was expecting dad to be asleep by now and he would let me have it in the morning, but when I walked in the door, there he was sitting at the table, a notebook infront of him. "Oh, hey dad" I say nervously rubbing my hand through my hair. "Miles" my dad says sternly "I can explain ok," i say "my truck broke down and there were coyotes and i had to jump start it like you did in Chicago and i tried to get back as soon as i could and-" "Miles. It's ok, as long as you are safe now" My dad walked over and hugged me. He never really did that, it was nice. My dad was a nice person dont get me wrong and he would never hurt me but he was never really a touch person, well I guess that part of him died along with my mom. She died when I was 5. Cancer. It destroyed my dad and I. Especially my dad. When my mom died he spiraled. He drank. A lot. It became so much of a problem I was sent away to live with my Aunt Lydia for 8 months while he "sorted things out" I was five. I didnt know what was going on. When I moved back home for a couple months after that aunt lydia would would come come and check in on us to make sure dad wasnt drinking again."So, how was aunt lydia?" I was visiting her in New Mexico for the weekend before coming home for the last couple days of school before summer break. "She was pretty good, shaken about Uncle Jimmy but other than that shes good"Uncle Jimmy died a few weeks ago. My dad and u went to his funeral in Colorado two weeks ago."It was terrible what happened to Jimmy, we will all miss him for sure" my dad sighedUncle Jimmy and Aunt Lydia are my moms brothers and sisters. Aunt lydia is married to Uncle Michael and they have two kids, James and Rick. They are both grown up and finished college. Uncle Jimmy wasnt married and my grandparents died beofre I was born. My dad doesnt have any siblings and he never knew his Aunts and uncles. His parents were split up and I never met my grandad. Grandma is still around tho and we spend the holidays with her. She lives in New York. I have no siblings. It has been just my dad and I for the last 12 years. And I like it that way. I do wish my mom was still around though. I loved her so much.

My eyes would barely stay open as I sat stooping over my bowl of porridge at the dining room table. Shit! The time! I hadn't been paying attention and I was late. "Miles!" My dad called from down the hall"I'm going now!" I call. Lies. I'm not even dressed yet. I run up the stairs to my room. I grab my Jeans, red t shirt and black and white flannel. I have fifteen minutes untill I need to get to school. The next bus leaves in 7 minutes, it takes 8 minutes by bus if there is no traffic and then another two minutes to walk from the bus stop to school. No. Too long. I'll have to walk, well run. If I take a short cup through the park and if i go down past the library I cam get there in time. And that's what I do. I make it to school just as the bell rings. I join the stream of students heading down the hall. English, my favourite class, is first. When we get in I sit down in my usual seat in back right corner. I dont have much friends. Well I have people to talk to, but I wouldnt meet them outside of school. My only friend that I would do anything for is Regan. I've know her since middle school, she is the kindest but scary at times person in the entire world. I turn to the empty seat beside me, wher Regaan always sits beside me. I tap the girl infront of me, Marjorie, on the shoulder. "Hey Miles" she says "What's up?""Hey, I was just wondering if you've seen Regan around?" "Um, no I dont think so sorry."Marjorie turns back around to her seat and I lean back in mine. Mr. Honran, my english teacher walks into the room. "Good morning class" he calls cheerfully. Just then Regan runs in the door."Ms. Treece, you are late, again." Mr. Horan says, hands on his hips."Sorry" Regan groaned, slumping into her chair beside me."How come you were late?" I ask"Stupid Ben was late dropping me again"Ben is Regans step father, she hates him because her mother cheated on her dad with him and then they got caught when they discovered that Regans mom was pregnant. Now she has a little baby sister Fiona. Fiona is the only one in Regans family that she can actually be around with out yelling. She really does love her.The day dragged on the only hope was that tomorrow was the last day before sunner break. I was only home for about 10 minutes to change into my uniform before I had to head to work.I work in the icecream parlor Happy Swirls, beside the library on 23rd street.

When I got to work there was only five customers inside. My co worker Jamie was behind the counter."Hey, sorry I'm late" I say as I tie on my apron"Its fine" Jamie replied as he hung up his apron.That's the thing about Jamie, he never really talks. He just keeps to himself hiding near his shiny brown bangs and baggie hoodies. There was a time where I considered asking him out but soon changed my mind when I heard him talking to someone about a girl he liked. I'm over that now, i didnt really mind, it wasnt as if I was in love him or something. But he was the first guy that I didnt block out that I liked. "I'll see you tomorrow miles" Jamie called as he walked out the doo. I washed my scooper and brushed my hands off my apron as my first customer of my shift walked up to the counter. "Welcome" I say in a cheery voice. "What can I get for you" I look up to see the customer. I stop in my tracks. Shit, he is beautiful. He has soft brow black hair that falls in curtains over his brown eyes, framed by glasses and soft caramel skin. I almost miss what he says."Umm, could I have a mango frozen yogurt with strawberries on top, please" His voice is soft and sweet. I realise I'm staring and quickly snap back to what I'm supposed to be doing, getting his order. "Sure!" I scoop the the yoghurt into the tub and sprinkle the raspberries ontop. Say something! I think to myself. But I dont. I stay awkwardly silent as I get his order. "That would be $2.99 please" He hands over the money thanks me and walks out of the store. I curse myself for not even getting his name. I probably wont ever see him again. After all, Phoenix is a big place.

@creamybadshadows @melophilic-joon-koya7 @keya-123 @the-writing-avocado

[captainsonofabitch]

Steter or Steo- Harry Potter AU

im sorrrrrrrry, this isnt really what I was imagining but my brain didnt really want to cooperate :)

Stiles was in the Room of Requirement again. It was nothing new; he spent most of his time in there now, in one form or another. Since Scott had been adopted into the ‘Cool, Popular, Interhouse Squad’ as Stiles liked to call it, the boy had left his former best friend in the dust. Apparently intelligent, hyperactive Slytherins were Not Allowed. And so, as Scott began to spend more and more time with the group, Stiles had to find something to fill the void left by the Gryffindor.

That something ended up being the Room of Requirement. You see, no matter what mood Stiles was in – whether he wanted to read or dance or cry or simply find something to occupy his ever-active mind – the room had a variety to suit. Of course, Stiles had his favourites; the dim, cosy, purple lounge that often appeared to match his melancholy; the light, bright, yellow study that he could spend hours upon hours researching in; the gentle, cavernous, sky blue bedroom that he had spent many a night hiding away from his dormmates within. It had a colour for every emotion, a setup for every passion. Stiles had tried ballet in a studio it had conjured one day, ice skating another. The room had created a swimming pool, a muggle-esque gym, a painting studio, hell there had even been that one time where the magic had conjured an entire muggle kitchen and Stiles had spent a long afternoon and evening baking to his hearts content. Long story short, Stiles loved the room, the room loved Stiles, and nobody had ever bothered him within its comforting confines.

Until one day, because for unfortunately for Snakes like Stiles, their Head of House took student wellbeing and safety very seriously. Sometimes. When he had a vested ‘interest’ in the student.

It had been an afternoon like any other. Scott was sitting down for lunch with the usual group; Lydia, Jackson, Derek, Cora, Isaac, Erica, Boyd and Allison, and Stiles was across the Great Hall tucking into a veritable feast of fresh fruit alone. The guy sitting beside him – What was his name again? Theo? – leaned uncomfortably close to Stiles’ ear and chuckled, “You know Professor Hale is staring at you again, right?” To which the boy promptly choked on his mouthful and spat semi-chewed raspberries across the table in front of him. Theo laughed again.

“What the fuck, man! Why would you say that?” Stiles turned to glare at the boy beside him, narrowing his eyes. The smirk Theo sent back was infuriating.

“You know as well as I do that he’s obsessed with you. What, with the way you two flirt in Arithmancy I’m surprised he hasn’t… I dunno… Snapped and fucked you over the desk or something.”

Heat filled Stiles’ face and he spluttered indignantly.

“We do not flirt! If anything, he antagonises me and I retaliate! There is no flirting going on at all! None!”

Theo hummed.

“Whatever you say, dude. Doesn’t change the fact that he looks at you like he wants to eat you. Pretty hot if you ask me.”

“Well I didn’t,” Stiles snapped, and the conversation was finished. He stood up with a screech of the bench and hastily gathered his things, stalking from the Great Hall with his face still an embarrassing shade of red.

Stiles didn’t see Professor Hale getting up to follow, but Theo did. His cackles followed them both from the room.

Mood sufficiently soured and with no classes for the remainder of the day, the Slytherin decided to forgo the common room and his dorm and instead head towards his little sanctuary, wondering at what room would await him today. It took little time to reach the seventh floor, the seventhsixhs-year ducking in and out of shortcuts he had discovered throughout his many escapades through the Castle.

Blissfully aware of the figure shadowing him, Stiles emerged from behind a suit of armour and practically jogged over to the wall that housed his favourite room(s), hastily walking back and forth his required three times before a small, dark oak doorway appeared. With a murmured ‘Fuck yeah!’ he pushed it open and ducked inside, grinning dopily at the pale blues that made up what he had dubbed his ‘Comfort Room.’

The room was pretty small, cosy and well-lit with magically created sunlight streaming in from a skylight in the very centre. Sitting elevated in the shafted sunlight was a four-poster bed decked out in royal blue, silken sheets with an abundance of blankets and pillows strewn haphazardly across the top. There wasn’t much more to the room, plush carpets in a baby blue making up the floorspace and a decadent chaise-lounge settled in the far corner, but it was what Stiles needed when his head was too loud or he was feeling particularly homesick or vulnerable and that’s all that mattered. It provided comfort he couldn’t find anywhere else in the Castle, and in that room the Castle took care of him.

Stiles made a beeline for the bed, kicking his sneakers off and ditching his robe as he dug his toes into the thick material of the carpet. His bag was put down with little finesse and, with a silly little noise of content from the back of his throat, he flopped face-first down onto the smooth sheets.  Manoeuvring himself further onto the large mattress, the boy rocked onto his side, tucked his knees up to his chin and simply exhaled, allowing his eyes to flutter shut with every intention of simply taking a much-needed nap.

Apparently, someone had other plans.

There was a pointed cough and then a voice echoed across the room.

“So this is where you’ve been disappearing to. I had wondered why no one has seen you in the common room in a while…”

Stiles could only groan. Why, out of everyone who could have confronted him, did it have to be Professor Hale?

“What, your spies tell you I’ve been skipping out on our weekly Slytherin board games night? Were you worried about me, Sir?” Stiles snarked in response, rolling over so that he was laying on his side but now facing the doorway where his Head of House was standing.

“I only spy because I care. You know this. Well, because I care and because it entertains me endlessly to so blatantly abuse my authority over my Prefects,” he replied.

Stiles stifled a laugh with the hand trapped between his body and the bed. He met the man’s eyes and flushed at the fond look the elder was sending him. Sometimes Professor Hale did that; looked at him with such sincerity and care that soothed some part of Stiles that he hadn’t even realised was in unrest. Peter started towards him.

“Tormenting Jackson does sound like an enjoyable pastime, I suppose. In that case, I guess I can forgive the blatant abuse of power, Peter.”

“Much appreciated, Mieczysław.”

Peter stopped just beside the bed where Stiles lay, grinning down at his pupil. The boy in question smiled in return, falling onto his back and snorting out a quiet laugh.

“So what happens now that you’ve discovered my secret hideout? Are you going to give me detention for the rest  of the year? Kick me out of the house? Tell me how much I’m letting Slytherin down? Because, don’t worry, I already kno-“

Stiles was cut off by a firm hand over his mouth, furrowing his brow and glaring up at his professor indignantly. Peter looked… anxious? Stiles couldn’t quite decipher the look, but as the man leaned down closer, face hovering inches above his students, realisation dawned.

“Please,” Peter murmured. “Tell me to stop.”

Stiles, eyes wide, shook his head slightly as the elder’s hand left his lips.

“And if I don’t?”

Lifting from the bed mere inches, the boy squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his mouth carefully to the others. Peter gasped quietly against him. When Stiles dropped his head back down onto the pillow, his professor followed, lips chasing the sad attempt at a kiss. Letting his eyes blink open, he witnessed the look in Peter’s eyes go from shocked to amazed in mere moments.

Their lips connected once again, this time more firmly, and a large hand came up to cup the nape of Stiles’ neck, keeping them pressed close. Humming contentedly, the boy dared to flick his tongue out, running it cheekily across Peter’s lower lip and grinning at the sweet tang of Pumpkin Juice that must have lingered from lunch. It was Peter’s turn to make a low noise, climbing so he was astride Stiles on the bed and pretty much securing the younger to the bed with his weight. Reluctantly, the professor pulled back.

“We… We shouldn’t do this. Talia will have my head…”

Stiles scoffed. “What can the Headmistress do about it? In a few months I’ll be out of here forever, off to Romania with Charlie. Soon enough it’ll be out of her jurisdiction all together, so what does it matter?”

Stiles gazed upwards at the man as he pondered what the boy had said, fear giving way to consideration and finally settling on confidence. His signature smug smirk returned and he pressed a chaste kiss to Stiles’ brow.

“You’re right. As usual, I suppose. I do so adore your smart-ass nature.”

Stiles barked out a laugh and grinned stupidly up at his chuckling head-of-house.

“Well, you’re stuck with it now.”

[wolfqueen-is-here]

Kisses Remembered, Kisses Forgotten (Jonsa Secret Santa 2018)

Dearest @moonchildslife, I am so sorry for my delay, Christmas was crazier than I expected, and I didn’t finish my gift on time. But it is here now, and I hope you don’t find it too terrible ;). I wish you a wonderful year with Jonsa becoming canon in April and our fandom wishes coming true. Be happy, be healthy, be yourself! <3

Many thanks to @jonsasecretsanta2018 who made all of this happen, you truly are amazing!

  A/N Don’t be alarmed by a brief mention of the Hound. I promise you, it has nothing to do with SanSan in any way except mentioning The Un-Kiss. Book!canon, but mostly show!canon, can be interpreted both as a filler and an AU. 2300 words

  Kisses Remembered, Kisses Forgotten

Every now and then Sansa remembers, even though she has tried so hard to leave the past behind. The Hound was rough and scary, but the kiss that he took left a lingering taste on her lips—it was as soft as snow, almost familiar, she’s caught herself missing the shy affection that came with the kiss, a wary touch so vulnerable it felt almost childish. She remembers the kiss that he took. The only thing she doesn’t remember is him taking it.

Every night feels longer and darker than the former ones. It isn’t until she jumps from Winterfell walls that she remembers how to feel warm again, but the road north is as cold as ice and covered in snow. “His lips felt warm”, she thinks as she runs towards her freedom. “The kiss that he took, it felt warm.”

There are times when she is almost certain that she gave it willingly.

 —

“You look cold,” Jon says after staring at her in silence for a good half an hour. It would annoy her beyond reason, were it anyone else, anyone less trustworthy, anyone less… Jon, but coming from him it’s almost flattering. No one has ever cared for her so since she’d lost Father. Not once until this very moment has she felt safe since then.

“I’m okay,” she smiles. His unblinking eyes refuse to leave hers even for a second as if she’d vanish otherwise. Sansa leans towards him and strokes the inside of his palm with her thumb. It’s the most innocent of caresses, but it makes Jon stiffen and finally lower his head. She misses the stare instantly. “I’m okay, Jon.”

She tastes his name on her tongue. It feels rough—when was the last time she used it? —but sweeter than all the cake she’s ever had. She wants to swallow it, possess it, make it hers. “Jon,” she muses. “Jon. My Jon.”

If it’s something more primal than sisterly affection, she doesn’t recognise it in time. It may occur to her later, but it will be too late.

 —

The first night that she spends at Castle Black is a sleepless one. The shadows are long when she paces aimlessly around the room, too exhausted to fall asleep, too cold to lie still. Knocking at the door alerts her at first—she’s not used to feeling safe yet—she whispers: “Who’s there?” so quietly as if she were hoping nobody would answer.

“It’s me,” Jon says.

She lets him in.

“Do you have everything that you need?” he asks, looking at her with a strange longing.

Had it been more fitting, she’d say: “I have you,” but in their current situation she’d stumble over the words for certain. Instead, she just invites him to stay—just sit next to her and not talk until the sun rises and the shadows go back under her bed. They repeat it every night after that, it seems to comfort both of them.

 —

Jon’s eyes follow Sansa as he tries to find something—anything—that would remind him of a little girl she used to be. Her skirts dance when she rocks her hips, walking around Castle Black like she’d lived here all her life. He wants to avert his gaze but finds it impossible. She’s grown so tall, so slender—so beautiful.

“She’s your sister,” he thinks angrily, hiding his face in his hands. “You are not allowed to look at her like that.”

There were times, many lives ago, when they were only children. Sansa’s hair was more orange than auburn, Jon’s face—smooth, not a trace of beard or scars on it. They both called lord Eddard Stark their father. They both walked around holding Robb’s hand. They both watched Bran fall asleep while they were singing lullabies. Both, yes, but not—together.

When he tries to think about their lives before everything happened, before he went north and she went south, he keeps coming back to that one particular memory. And he’s not allowed to remember it. Not ever.

“She’s your sister,” he thinks, but as her lips move while she’s telling him another story, he watches. The redness of them almost provocative, they look like she’s been biting them for the past few hours. It’s a mesmerising set of colours: her lips with a raspberry tint, screaming to be tasted, licked, devoured; her eyes, deep blue almost exactly like the ones that used to follow him with disdain when he was nothing more than a bastard boy, but there’s no disdain in Sansa’s eyes, only hope. Her fair complexion contrasts with the dark streaks of her auburn hair, almost brown in the dimly lit room. Jon quashes the need to cup Sansa’s cheek and stroke it with his fingers, to check if her soft, unwavering beauty isn’t only a product of his hallucinations. He wouldn’t dare.

 —

Sansa enters the dining room when there’s barely anyone left. A few wildlings share a horn of ale, laughing. There’s also Edd sitting in the furthest, darkest corner, and he looks really down—Edd always looks down, that’s an inherent part of his personality, “The defining part”, Tormund insists, but Sansa doesn’t care, because Edd, albeit rather shy, is kind and caring, and that’s more than she could expect from a stranger. The wildlings terrify her still, she doesn’t know their customs, they’re far too loud and bold for her taste, so she chooses to cross the room and take a sit in front of Edd.

They don’t talk, there’s no need for it. Sansa eats her soup, wondering whether Jon has already eaten, and Edd just keeps staring at the ceiling. Weirdly, his silent presence comforts Sansa more than any words could.

When everybody leaves, Sansa reaches for Edd’s half-empty horn and moves her hand up and down its uneven surface. It’s become apparent these past few days that sleep refuses to come easily for her at Castle Black, and when she finally drifts off after hours of rolling over from side to side, her dreams are filled with memories—but are they real? Are they hers?

She doesn’t think about the Hound that often. He’s been a big part of her life when she was a prisoner in King’s Landing, but her fascination with his tragic story faded and went by long ago. She cannot remember his face anymore, only the scars, she doesn’t even know if she’d be glad to see him again. The memories of him and the torments from the Lannisters became too inseparable in her mind, and that’s why she doesn’t want to think of him or imagine their meeting.

Not now. Not ever.

Then why is her brain so set on bringing back the memory of the kiss? She can feel a sweet breath on her chin every morning when she wakes up from her blurry dreams—why is it sweet? Wasn’t the Hound monumentally drunk that night?—she can taste it, again and again. Her first kiss, that one thing she knows for sure. She’d gotten a few pecks from Joffrey, yes, they should probably count as first, but somehow it doesn’t feel right.

She closes her eyes and clasps her hands around the horn.

“I thought you weren’t fond of our ale,” Jon says, suddenly very close—how did he get so close without Sansa hearing his steps? Did she black out again?

“I heard it helps to forget.”

“It does,” his voice sounds worried, “for a while. It doesn’t make your past go away.”

Sansa raises her head and their eyes lock immediately as if they’re a couple of lovers always on a mission to find each other.

“For a while,” she repeats. “Sounds better than never.”

The ale tastes much worse than she remembered it—it’s bitter and stale, and reeks of old, damp barrels—but her lips don’t leave the edge of the horn until it’s empty. Jon’s eyes move to her throat as she swallows and stay there even after she’s finished.

At first, she doesn’t think anything’s changed—the same emptiness fills her, the same desperation—but minutes pass as they sit opposite one another in silence, and her head finally starts to feel both lighter and heavier, her thoughts stir inside her brain, but never fully form. It’s a bliss. It’s a curse.

She sits in the middle of a meadow, it’s late summer. The winds got chilly but she’s got a blanket around her arms. She’s knitted it herself. She’s content. She’s happy. She’s Queen Naerys Targaryen.

“Are you alright? That’s quite a lot of ale you just inhaled,” Jon murmurs, gently touching her arm. Sansa looks up and smiles at him.

“I’ll be fine,” she answers. “I’ll be fine, Jon. You can go to sleep, you look tired.”

He laughs hoarsely and it makes Sansa’s belly tighten.

“Not until I see you safely tucked under your furs.”

He approaches her with his back straight and a sword at his side. Where did he get that sword, she thinks briefly but continues to look at his beaming face.

“I’ve come to rescue you, my Queen.”

“You can’t, my love,” she says, remembering to dress her face in the deepest, most regal shade of sadness. “We’re bound to our fate forever. You’ve made your vows, as I have made mine.”

He kneels before her. He’s brave, he’s gentle, he’s strong. He’s Prince Aemon the Dragonknight.

Sansa tries to stand up all too quickly, her head spins violently and she has to hold on to the table to avoid falling. She can barely feel her legs and her arms—how strong was that ale?—but the burning hotness of Jon’s hand on her lower back, oh, that she feels.

“Careful,” he says, pulling her closer and throwing her arm around his neck. “You’re still much too weak to start drinking so heavily. Don’t let go, alright? I’m going to walk you to your chambers now.”

And he proceeds to do just that.

When Sansa lies in bed feeling truly sleepy for the first time since she’s reached Castle Black on her dying horse, she suddenly remembers everything.

His face is just inches away. He’s wearing his hair pulled tightly in the back like a true adult, but he’s been playing with swords all day and a few strands have escaped the knot, hanging loosely around his face. She feels the urge to curl one of them around her finger but before she decides to make a move, he leans in and kisses her on the lips.

It surprises her—the lightness of it as much as the act itself. “It’s not wrong as long as I’m Queen Naerys and he’s Prince Aemon,” she tells herself as she involuntarily moves closer and exhales into his warm mouth. His fingers wander up and down her sleeve, curious but never inappropriate. The kiss doesn’t last long, a few heartbeats maybe, but before it’s finished, she can hear him whisper: “Sansa.”

And instantly he’s Jon again, and she’s Sansa. And they’ve done something unforgivable.

 —

Jon’s almost asleep when he hears banging at his door. He jumps out of bed and rushes to open it only to find a breathless Sansa on the other side. Her eyes are wide, and she looks absolutely terrified. If she’s still a bit in her cups, it doesn’t show.

“What happened?” he asks.

She’s shivering. He wants to put his hand on her arm but she jumps away.

“You kissed me,” she hisses, her tone accusatory.

Jon blinks. Not that he hasn’t thought of it, because of course he has. He won’t admit it to anyone but though he tried extremely hard to see his long-lost sister in the beauty that has brought him back to life, he failed miserably. The truth is—she was never a sister to him, not even before they parted ways.

“I assure you,” he answers quietly, “I did not. I didn’t even enter your chambers, I asked lady Brienne to help.”

“Not tonight,” Sansa sighs and Jon realises she’s standing before him barefoot, dressed only in some old sleeping gown, but somehow she’s never looked more queenly with her demanding expression and fiery glare. “When we were children. A few months before we left Winterfell. We played… we played, and you…”

And he kissed her.

He kissed her and he never regretted it once until she came to him, crying, and ordered him to forget it ever happened. He didn’t want to, it was too precious a memory, but he obliged. For Sansa.

“I thought we weren’t speaking of it,” he whispers carefully.

She was really shook when she came to him that day, he never wanted to see Sansa cry, and to be the reason for her despair—it was too much for him to bear.

“We aren’t. I just… I forgot.”

“You forgot?” he asks, feeling hurt. It was his only kiss before Ygritte and he wasn’t even allowed to savour that memory. How could she have forgotten?

“I’m sorry,” she says. “What we did… it was wrong. I didn’t… I couldn’t… I think I repressed it. I made myself believe it happened with someone else.” She lowers her head and he’s afraid to spook her by asking who that person was, but he’s certain it will haunt him forever. Was it Joffrey? Gods, he hopes it wasn’t him. Jon couldn’t bear it. Sansa makes a strangled noise at the back of her throat. “But I remember now.”

He doesn’t know what more to say, but Sansa doesn’t seem to expect any kind of explanation. It happened. It shouldn’t have, but it did. And it changed things between them.

Sansa finally dares to look at him. Her lips are parted, ready as they were in that meadow years ago. He doesn’t take advantage of her vulnerability. When they win back Winterfell, when the war is over—she will come to him of her own volition.

And he will have that second kiss, gods be damned.

[when-im-older]

What I Ate in Vancouver - Round 2

When I went to Vancouver all the way back in February, the food (and seeing my bestie, Ali) was honestly the highlight of my trip. Whenever I travel, I love trying new food and Vancouver definitely has one of the best restaurant scenes in Canada. So, when my boyfriend and I decided to take a lil’ weekend trip to Vancouver last month, I immediately set off in planning when and where exactly we were going to eat. Now, because I had tried so many delicious foods last time I was there, I wanted to try them all a second time and also force my boyfriend to experience them as well. So hence, we ended up going to a lot of the same restaurants in my first What I Ate in Vancouver post. But I ain’t mad about that. Because they were all absolutely delicious.

Purebread | 159 W Hastings St

After being blown away by the huge assortment of pastries the first time I went here in Vancouver, I knew I had to venture there again. I went for the sweet pastries instead of the savoury ones this time and it was the best decision I ever made. I was apparently in an apple kind of mood because I got both the Roasted Apple Brown Sugar Pecan Cream Puff Tart ($4.75) and the Drunken Apple Blondie ($4.25). I honestly couldn’t pick a favorite between the two because they were both so good. The apple flavour was so sweet and cinnamon-y in both and the blondie was so moist while the puff tart was so flaky and light. I was in heaven.

Rodney’s Oyster House | 1228 Hamilton Street

Rodney’s Oyster House is my boyfriend’s favorite restaurant in Vancouver so all credit of this delicious meal goes to him. We got the Manhattan Clam Chowder ($9.50) (not pictured) to start which is always a big hit. I love any kind of chowder and this one made with clams and tomatoes was so yummy and warmed my tum. We also shared a bowl of mussels ($18.95) which I don’t believe I’ve ever tried before! I loved the saltiness of them and they’re fun to eat! And because we were on vacation and healthy food doesn’t deserve a place on vacation, we got the Lobster Poutine ($18.95). It was so rich and cheesy with huge chunks of lobster. It’s any seafood lover’s dream! And to finish off, we had the Banana Creme Brûlée ($9.00) (not pictured) for dessert. There is always a special place in my heart for creme brûlée, especially if it involves bananas. 

Tap & Barrel | 76 - 1055 Canada Place

I didn’t take any pictures at this restaurant because I totally forgot after a long day of travelling and I regret that because it was absolutely delicious. We were’t sure where to eat that night so we just googled restaurants close to our hotel and this one popped up. It reminded us of a cute gastropub like MKT or State and Main here in Edmonton so we figured it would be a safe choice to try. My boyfriend got the Santa Fe Chicken Tacos ($15.75) (not pictured), which he said were some of the best tacos he’s ever tried. I got the Grilled Cheese & Tomato Bisque ($16.50) (not pictured) and my oh my, this was just the thing I needed after being outside all day in the cold, humid Vancouver weather. The bread was coated in a handmade almond pesto with white cheddar and gruyère cheeses, topped with sundried tomatoes. It was by-far the best grilled cheese sandwich I’ve ever had. And dipping it in the tomato bisque soup just made it that much better. And to compliment our meal, we shared the BC Beer Flight ($12) (not pictured) because when a restaurant is called Tap & Barrel, you can’t just try one beer. 

Miku | #70 - 200 Granville Street

When I first decided to take a trip back to Vancouver, I knew Miku was at the top of my list for where I wanted to eat. When I was in Van last time, I ate at it’s sister (and slightly cheaper) restaurant, Minami. It was the best sushi I had ever tried (no exaggeration) so I needed to try Miku. We went there for lunch and got a gorgeous table overlooking the water. I got the Aburi Chirashi Tart ($24) which is layers of sushi rice, spicy tuna, avocado, sockeye salmon and Miku sauce that is flame seared and then topped with prawns, scallops and tobiko. It is absolutely exceptional. Every bite is better than the last. My boyfriend got the Pressed Salmon Oshi Sushi ($18) that is flamed seared with pressed salmon and Miku sauce as well as the Miku Roll ($20) (not pictured) with salmon, crab, cucumber and Miku sauce. That Miku sauce is something special, y’all. And you best believe I was stealing a lot of food off his plate. He also tried some of the sashimi and got Albacore ($4), Sockeye Salmon ($4) and Red Tuna ($4.50) (I think). And, knowing me, of course we couldn’t leave without dessert. The dessert was unlike anything I’ve ever tried before. It was called the Green Tea Opera cake ($14.50) and has green tea génoise (a type of sponge cake), matcha butter cream, dark chocolate ganache, azuki bean cream, hazelnut wafer and matcha ice cream. It was so decadent and beautiful and I licked that plate clean. 

Cactus Club | 1085 Canada Place

Now, I know what y’all are thinking. Why are earth would you go to Cactus Club in Vancouver when you have them in Edmonton? Well, first of all, Cactus Club is both one of my favorite restaurants and one of my boyfriend’s favorite restaurants. Secondly, the Coal Harbour location in Vancouver is aboslutely gorgeous with the best views of the harbour. It’s all about the location (and the food). We had the Chimichurri Guacamole ($13.50) (not pictured) with feta cheese, cherry tomatoes and pumpkin seeds mixed in to start with and then my boyfriend got his favorite Blackened Creole Chicken ($25.75) (not pictured) and I got the Butternut Squash Ravioli with Prawns ($27.50). This ravioli is my all-time favorite meal. Nothing beats it. It’s a delicious butternut squash and mascarpone ravioli with truffle butter, sautéed jumbo prawns and topped with pine nuts and crispy sage. It’s unreal. 

Chambar | 568 Beatty Street

Yes, yes I also went to Chambar the first time I was in Vancouver. But how could I not go back?! The waffles were to-die for and the specialty sauces put them over the edge. I got two waffles ($3.50 each), but stole a third from my boyfriend and got three sauces ($1 each) to dip them in. I decided not to change it up at all from my first visit so I got the same Milk Chocolate Lavender, Raspberry Caramel and White Chocolate Pistachio Rosewater. I still can’t pick a favorite between them. And a special shoutout to my waitress. I requested a hot chocolate but instead of being made with normal milk chocolate, I asked if it would be possible to get a White Chocolate Pistachio Rosewater hot chocolate. The waitress seemed uncertain and confused and I couldn’t tell if they would be able to execute it properly but when I took my first sip, it was everything I had imagined it to be. It was the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had in my life. And I’ve had a lot of hot chocolate so that’s really saying something.

Do we even need to state the obvious after reading about all the food I consumed in Vancouver? Yes, you guessed it. I am now doubled in weight. But it was worth it. I just need to move to Vancouver so I can enjoy all this food on a daily basis. Either that or Edmonton needs to start opening up more restaurants. 

If your mouth isn’t watering enough, feel free to check out my other What I Ate posts:

Vancouver (round 1): http://when-im-older.com/post/172104339882

New York: http://when-im-older.com/post/123377506920

[shawmilafanalizae]

Lost and Found (Halloween)

WARNINGS: smut content, mature language.

Part one

"Goddamnit!" Sorry. You're probably wondering why I'm screaming. Well, I'm writing a 10 page essay that is due on monday. And what day is it? Friday. And to make everything even better, its Halloween. I should be dressed in a skanky costume, drinking wine, and dancing. But clearly I'm not doing that. I shove my hands in my hair in frustration. I've been so busy with work and school, I've been completely cutting off the world. It's a terrible habit.

My thoughts get cut off from the doorbell ringing twice. Shit, I forgot that there's probably gonna be kids trick or treating around here. I get up from the kitchen table and shut my laptop. I reach the door and unlock it. But before I get to open it, a figure pushes the door open themselves and slides through. Oh, it's just Taylor, my best friend. She's dressed as a sexy cat and is obviously drunk.

" Where the hell were you?" She slurs her words and almost tips over. I motion towards the kitchen table and say " Studying, duh." I grab her hand and place her on the couch. I walk to the kitchen and pour her a glass of water to sober her up. I also grab some grapes from the fridge and place them onto a plate. With the dishes in hand, I walk back into the living room and set the items down and rub her back. " Why haven't you been answering my calls?" Right as she said that I whipped out my phone and checked the notifications. I had 3 missed calls from her. I emidiatly drop the phone and hug her tightly. " I'm sorry Tay, how did you get here?" I felt terrible for not being able to pick up the phone. " Stop worrying about me, you need to get ready!" Taylor shoes me up the stairs of my lonely condo. Obviously taking the beverage and snack along with us.

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" What about this one?" I say holding up a red, sexy, revealing dress. " Yes! That one will look perfect on you!" Taylor said popping another grape into her mouth. I leap over the pile of dresses me and Tay just went through to get to the closet to change.

Once I'm in the dress I plop myself onto my vanity chair. I quickly do my makeup; a red and gold cut crease, concealer, highlighter, matte red lipstick, I complete the look with devil horns in the middle of my forehead. I pull my hair into an elegant bun with a few curly pieces hanging out to frame my face. I slip on some deep maroon and gold heels. Taylor hands me a gold necklace and bracelet. I spray a bit of perfume and toss my keys to Tay. We both walk down the stairs. Tay tripping every step. We slip out of the condo, slam the door and lock it. Tay has already unlocked the car. I get in and we start our adventure to this party that Tay apparently has already visited.

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We arrive at the address of the Halloween party. I glance at the massive house that had at least 600 people in it. Damn I regret this. As I was getting out of the car, Tay was already half up the driveway. In the front yard was people playing games on the lawn, and drinking bottles of beer. Ugh gross.

Tay and I reach the door and walk in. We are instantly greeted with sweaty bodies, blasting music, and kissing couples. We manage to weave our way through the dancing crowd toward the bar. Once I take a seat on a bar stool, I realize Tay is nowhere in sight. Eh whatever. I take 2 shots of tequila. Then I make my way to the dance floor. After I'm grinding up on this tall stranger, I forget about everything. All I could think about was how my hips swayed and how tightly the man was gripping my hips. The man takes my hand and leads me towards the wine area. He grabs two glasses and pours some sort of raspberry wine into them and hands one to me. I take a quick sip. " What's you're name darling?" He steps into the light and my god. He is a literal God. He has a perfectly chiseled jaw, plump pink lips, and dark curly hair. " Take a picture it'll last longer." He says in a joking manner when he realized I was staring. I quickly snapped out of my sinful thoughts. " Y/N, what's yours?" I asked trying to hide my blushing face by taking a long sip of my wine. " The names Shawn, my sweet." Shawn, what a perfect name for a perfect guy like him. " Do you wanna go somewhere more private so we can talk and get to know each other?" I nodded and he interlocked his fingers with mine and started to pull me to the backyard. I held my wineglass in one hand and Shawn's hand in the other. He quickly pulled us both into a greenhouse. He shut the door and flipped on the light. Shawn took my wine glass out of my hands and set it on the ground next to us. All of a sudden, he pushed me up against the wall. " Can I kiss you?" Holy fuck. He is so hot I'm like melting. " Please do" As soon as I relaxed Shawn's lips latched onto mine and it was like sparks throughout my whole body. I deepened the kiss and he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. He reached up and slightly tugged on my hair. I moaned and this obviously made him want more because he lifted up my long dress and pulled it off of my body. Once the air hit my back and stomach I shivered waiting to see what he would do next. He looked into my eyes and I dropped down to my knees. I slid his black skinny Jean's off of his long, muscular legs. I came back up and kissed him some more. This time I tugged on his hair and he growled so low it made my panties pool. Shawn's hand glided down my body to the band of my panties and his magical fingers found my sensitive, wet clit. I bucked my hips and whimpered wanting more of his touch. " Hold on darling, you need to be patient for me okay?" Ugh he's such a tease. " Uh huh, oh fuck Shawn!" He put his large hand over my mouth to protect me from making loud noises. Shawn stepped put of his boxers while I took off my panties. He swiftly took the underwear out of my hand and threw them towards his pants. " These are mine now, honey." Shawn said afterwards. All I had left was my bra and I was hoping that he would take it off with his hands. And he did just so.

Now that both of you were naked, shawn had somehow gotten a condom. " Lemme do it for you, papi." I said seductively while taking the condom by the tip of my fingers. Shawn growled at the nickname I had given him. I bent down to be faced with his hard on, dripping with precum. " Fuck darling, hurry." Shawn whimpered and begged. I'm not gonna give it to him just yet.

I took his pretty cock into my hands and pumped him. I ripped the foil off the rubber and slid it on his big cock. I came back up to him and leaned against the door waiting for him to fill me up. " Darling, you have me so hard for your sweet pussy." A shot of pleasure went through your body listening to his dirty mouth.

" Are you sure you want to do this baby?" Shawn asked with his eyebrows furrowed. " Yes I want your cock so bad Shawn, please fuck me." I say getting impatient.

" Your wish is my command, honey." And with that he thrust into you at full speed. " Oh my god, Shawn!" He was the best I have ever had already. And I've fucked a few people. Damn he already had you close. " Damnit princess, you're so tight, I love how you feel wrapped around my cock." God you loved his dirty talk. " Oh, papi ugh- I'm close." I didnt want this to end. " Come on princess, cum around my thick cock, be a good girl." There he had it he hit your g-spot and you came undone. " Oh fuck! Shawn!" I moaned loud and tried to ride out my high. " Good girl, honey. Oh shit I'm gonna cum, fuck." You felt hot ribbons of cum fill the condom.

You both just stood there catching your breath until you finally started to put your dress on and fixed your hair. After grabbing your wine, you and Shawn walked out of the greenhouse and back into the party.

Shawn introduced you to his friends after that. You talked and laughed. At the end of the night, Shawn went with you to find Taylor. Once you found her, you introduced Taylor to Shawn. " Taylor, this is Shawn, Shawn this is Taylor." You smiled at Taylor and Shawn as the shook hands. " Hi nice to meet you Shawn!" You guys had pointless, drunk conversations and then you said your goodbyes.

" Bye Shawn!" You went to hig him and whispered into his ear. " Bye,bye papi. Oh and by the way, I'm not wearing any panties." You said to him. " Bye honey. I'm gonna miss you wrapped around me." Me and Shawn swapped numbers and walked away from each other. As I turned around you winked at him. " Hurry, Y/N!" Taylor yelled at you. You ran after Taylor to get into the car.

Once Taylor and I were on the road, we were having conversations that didn't matter. " I can tell you fucked him Y/N."

Oh shit.

" Why the hell would you think that?!" I new my acting was terrible because I were blushing so hard. Who cares she can see right through me.

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Once I reached home, I kicked off my heels. I walked to the kitchen and started the coffee machine,and walked upstairs. Taylor was already crashed in my guest bedroom. I started to get undressed and realized that I forgot my bra in the greenhouse. Shit.

I washed my makeup off, shampooed my hair, conditioned it to, and washed my body. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my figure. I slipped some gray sweats on and a pink t-shirt.

I went back downstairs to pour myself some coffee. I left my phone here so I checked through instagram and snapchat. Nothing important. I started to sip on my coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. I opened my laptop and went back to work. This being difficult because of Shawn fucking me less than 3 hours ago. Damn I need to see him again. I guess I just felt lost without someone. He's the one who found me. I'm lost and found.