#{ golden flowers... | caramel ic. }

[love-that-we-were-in]

betting on all three for us two

pairing: frat!luke castellan x reader summary: you think you like being a little more friendly and a little less competition with luke castellan this year. a sequel to this fic word count: 3.1k warnings: none

author's note: frat luke my dearly beloved loser son who studies pre-med this is for you you know who you are i love you

1. 

The fall semester comes at you faster than you’d like, this rapid change from a golden summer to the crisp air of being back on campus. You’re rooming with someone from an old anthropology elective you took, Silena finally moving into her sorority house. It should feel weirder, how everything has changed since spring break. 

You take the opportunity to build new habits. Early runs, no caffeine after 2pm. Little things that make the day go a tiny bit faster, building blocks to fit around your class schedule. Silena schedules weekly lunches for the three of you and there’s this gravity to it all that you want to study. 

It had been nice to be home for a few months. Your mom had missed having you there, being able to show you the new flowers she planted, how the lemon tree in the yard is twisting weirdly. Board games and family dinners and friends who never left your town. Being back home was resetting. Being back on campus was restarting.

Lee catches you as you leave the gym, offering to walk you to class if you’re heading in that direction. You smile, telling him that you have a late start and pretend he doesn’t frown when your phone buzzes. He mentions that he’s thinking of starting a study group for one of your classes and you tell him you’ll think about joining. 

While he heads towards the main building, you make your way to the campus coffee shop - caught behind the early risers desperate for something to get them through their first lecture of the day. 

“Can I get a flat white and an iced americano with caramel to go please?” You smile at the girl working the counter, stepping aside to glance at your watch.

You run through your schedule for today, ignoring the text that comes through. You know exactly what it says, the same thing every morning, and you don’t even bother to roll your eyes at this point. 

“I can’t believe you ignored my text,” Luke says when you reach the courtyard between the library and the medical building. “Not even a flame emoji.”

You stop in front of him, drinking in the jeans and sweater combination he’s settled on today. It’s a really nice sweater, dark blue and a little baggy. You wonder how quickly he’d notice it going missing. Probably not as quickly as he’d notice the stupid hat he’s wearing go missing. His backpack leans against the bench, pristine.

“No one uses those except you,” you shake your head, handing him the iced drink. “What time does your lecture start?” 

Luke tells you as if he really needs to. It’s this thing you’ve started doing since the semester began, acting like you don’t know his schedule as well as your own. As if the both of you haven’t fallen into this routine in just a few weeks. Like it’s not a highlight of your day. 

Clarisse thinks it’s adorable. Chris thinks it’s hilarious. You think it’s nice to have someone to share your free time with, beyond whatever else you and Luke have. It had been a fear of yours, when Silena mentioned not sharing a dorm with you, that you would fall to the sidelines. That life would come with these new priorities for everyone and you would only be fourth or fifth on their lists, too cemented in the day-to-day that you’d be forgotten.

Morning coffee with Luke stops that fear. 

“Did Silena tell you about the party on Friday?” 

“I have a study group in the afternoon,” Luke says, swirling his plastic cup around so the ice clinks together. “If I do go, I’m showing up late.” 

“Maybe I’ll keep my eye out for you there, Castellan.” 

He laughs and it’s like summer again. There’s something insane about hearing Luke laugh like this, unbroken and loud, nothing like it had been over the phone while you were back home. 

“You’ve got dinner with Silena and Clarisse tonight, right?” He asks, swinging his bag over one shoulder. You throw your empty cup into the trash can as you both start walking. “Is there any point in asking if you want to come round after?”

You knock his arm with your shoulder, laughing, and, instead of feigning hurt like usual, Luke just takes your hand in his, the skin a little colder than you expect. Gazing down at your linked hands, you bite your lip before sighing. 

“If I’m home before eleven, I’ll consider it.” 

Last year, when you first met him, you thought Luke only got that determined glint in his eyes when he was competing. That it was a sign of an unanticipated thrill. Since then, you’ve learnt that it’s not that at all. It’s this thing that ignites within him, determined and passionate and a little boyish. 

You think it might be one of your favorite things about him.

“I will take that deal.”

2. 

You wish you could say you were a little drunk. At least that way you would have something to blame. As it stands, you’re stone cold sober, maybe a little tired from class but nothing that can really be blamed for the lack of weight your actions seem to have right now. 

The only thing you can blame, and you will, is the boy next to you, completely engrossed in the movie playing. They’d been watching it when you arrived, all settled on the couches and you assume this is something they do regularly, and at any other time you might’ve called it cute. 

Not tonight. Not when you walked in to the discovery that Luke wears glasses and you didn’t know about it. It was something you played off, making a joke and settling into the cushions beside him. In the time since, Chris has left for his date with Clarisse and Charlie has pulled out some work to go through in the corner of the room. 

“What’s up?” Luke asks when he realizes you’ve hardly moved in ten minutes, barely even breathing. And it’s the worst possible thing he could do, glance down through the frames with that small smile you’ve gotten used to and curls loose. 

“Nothing’s up,” you let your eyes trail back to the screen. “This is a very cute tradition you guys have going on.” 

Charlie lets out a little laugh from across the room. You feel the way Luke exhales against the side of your face. You think you’re able to go back to pretending everything is normal, make a joke and enjoy the rest of the movie. The second you feel Luke’s fingertips on the skin of your knee, gentle and warm, you know you can’t. 

“You’re swerving,” he whispers, throwing a quick glance at Charlie to see if he can hear but the other boy is engrossed in his work. “Talk to me.” 

“It’s nothing,” you bite the inside of your cheek when he nods encouragingly, incredibly aware of the patterns he’s tracing on your skin. “I just think it’s interesting that you’d choose to wear a hat all the time when the glasses are right there.” 

“What?”

His hand stills and you wait. You wait and you stare at the shape of his jaw and you chuckle when it finally clicks, his adam’s apple shifting as he swallows the conclusion down. “Are you saying you like my glasses?” 

You don’t like how uneven this all feels. Whenever you’ve been with Luke so far, there’s been this mutual balance that you’ve grown used to. Even before now, back when you were locked in silly competitions, you did it on even footing, the expectation that everything meant nothing and you wouldn’t be affected. 

This, the way Luke grins around the realization, hand moving to rest on your thigh, is different. It’s heavier. It’s a loss after a winning streak and you’re kind of obsessed with the way it could drag you down. 

“I just think that hat is stupid.” 

“Yeah, okay,” Luke nods and you know, even if he doesn’t do it outright, he’s laughing. He’s categorizing the information you’ve just given him, placing it where it belongs in his mind, and it’s going to bite you in the ass. “Tell me more.” 

“Luke,” you mutter, gritting your teeth. His fingertips brush against the hem of your shorts and, when you glare at him for it, he just shrugs. You throw a glance over in Charlie’s direction. Still nothing. “Are you insane?” 

He tilts his head like he’s considering the question carefully. If Charlie were to look over, you know he’d assume you were locked in a debate about something silly - a staple of you and Luke - and it wouldn’t matter. He wouldn’t know for a second that you were holding onto Luke’s wrist, his hand itching to move just a little to the left. 

You sigh and the boy beside you raises an eyebrow. You both know that you’ve lost this round. 

When you press your lips to his bicep as the film credits roll, warm even through the fabric of his shirt, you mumble, “I really like your glasses.” 

3.

You aren’t used to watching things from a crowd. You’re used to focusing on yourself, on your team - not watching from a distance, surrounded by people who are there purely for enjoyment. There’s no winning from the stands. 

Luke doesn’t know you’re here. You’d sent him a text that morning wishing him luck, arranging to meet him when his debate was over. You hadn’t bothered to message him when your afternoon class got canceled, choosing instead to race across campus and find a seat in the dim auditorium they’re using. 

There isn’t the crackle of energy you get from swimming, or from watching Luke during track sessions. It’s less intense, for sure, a balance between the fire you know exists within him when he’s competing and the confidence he has in his own intelligence. You’ve argued with Luke, stupid things that neither of you care to take too seriously, and this is just the next stage of that. 

He’s got his glasses on, you note, when the debate gets underway. He’s wearing his lucky green polo, even if he’d never personally call it that, and he’s switched his smartwatch out for an analogue one. The cheap biro you’re used to seeing him use has been replaced by a fancy silver pen that he still taps against his thigh while thinking. He’s sitting straighter than usual, shoulders back. 

It’s almost like meeting him for the first time, focused and confident and sharp at the edges. 

You’re kind of obsessed with it. 

An hour and a winning handshake later, you make your way through the small crowd leaving to find Luke in conversation with one of his teammates. She smiles as you wrap an arm around his waist from behind, the slight tension still lingering in his bones melting away when he realizes it’s you. 

“What are you doing here?” He says, turning enough that he’s actually facing you now. The girl waves you both goodbye. “I thought you had class.” 

“Professor Chase had to cancel. His daughter got sent home from school with a fever.” 

Luke nods, pressing his lips to the top of your head quickly. “You didn’t have to come to my debate.” 

In the few months you’ve known Luke, you’ve learnt more about him than you expected to. You know from summer that Connecticut means looking after his sick mother, that he’s hoping to introduce some new charity events to ksig, that he used to go to a summer camp growing up. You know that his dad never showed up for anything and that he sits in the stands of all of your swim meets regardless of whether it cuts into his study time or not.

More than all of that, you know that the way he’s gazing at you now, a cross between awe and something deeper, is going to drive you crazy one day. You hope he can read the same expression on your face. 

“Thank you for coming,” he says when everyone is finally dismissed, an arm thrown across your shoulders as you make your way out of the building. You loop a finger around one of his, just because you want to. “It means a lot.”

“I told you I would,” and you had, months ago, staring at Luke’s bedroom ceiling, back when you were still caught in the casualness of it all. When Luke was just someone you pretended you weren’t trying to bump into at parties. You’d told him that you would show up for him if you ever got the chance. He’d rolled his eyes, throwing a blanket over you both and told you to go to sleep. He’d drifted off with his nose pressed against your neck. “I keep my word, Castellan.” 

“I know.”

In the evening light of campus, you think it might mean something more. Buried under the timing and the bitter wind until it’s a promise only you and Luke could translate. Asking him about where he wants to go for dinner, you like that no one else could understand the depth of it. 

+1.

Silena catches your attention as you enter the kitchen, grinning wildly and explaining her concept for tonight. Drew gave her permission to throw this week’s party, something themed and fun and it’s something she’s so proud of that you can’t help but grin back at her energy. 

“Even Charlie came,” she tells you excitedly, handing you a drink. “I feel like tonight is going to be it.” 

In all the years you’ve known her, she’s been counting down to it. You don’t exactly understand the fundamentals of what it is, if it’s a real thing or something she can just sense intrinsically. There have been moments where she’s thought of it before, mentioned it offhandedly before shaking her head - as if knowing she was wrong. 

“What even is it?” You ask and, for the first time, she breathes deeply instead of shrugging it off. 

“The beginning of the end,” she says and that doesn’t exactly explain anything. “Everything is about to change.” 

You still don’t really get it, but she’s as confident in this as she is about her clothes, so you nod like you understand. She sends you away not long after that, turning her attention to the new group that’s just walked through the doorway, mentioning that you need to be in the basement in about an hour and you just accept your fate, moving into the next room and falling into conversation with Rachel. 

*

Luke slips into the basement just as Silena starts yelling for everyone to do so, catching your eye across the room and waving. When you’re all instructed to sit down in a circle, you wonder exactly what Silena has planned for tonight. When she places a near empty bottle down in the center of you all, you laugh. 

“Are we actually playing spin the bottle?” Chris asks, prompting a murmured chorus of agreement from everyone else in the room. Silena frowns at him. 

“Wanna bet he ends up getting the most into it?” Luke whispers in your ear and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Loser has to buy the coffee tomorrow morning.” 

“You’re on,” you bump your fist to his to seal the deal. “I think he’s gonna get bored by round 3.” 

“Only boring people get bored of this game. It’s about drive.” 

“It’s about power?” Luke lets out a laugh and Silena turns her glare to you. “Sorry.”

She starts to explain the rules of the game, as if you’re all twelve again, and you bite your lip harder with every comment Luke makes under his breath. It’s a little mean, a little stupid, and you wish you were fifteen again, playing a proper game of spin the bottle for the first time.

Nothing much happens for the first few rounds, Chris starting to grumble the longer the game goes on. Luke clicks his tongue when you point it out, cursing his best friend like this was the worst thing that could’ve happened to him. 

Lee spins and it’s like cosmic interference when the bottle stops between you and Luke, the two of you glancing at each other and then back towards Lee. 

“Should I spin it again?” Lee asks when no one says anything. Silena shakes her head and says, “You can choose or we can vote if that makes you more comfortable.” 

“Please let us vote,” Chris shouts, animated and you narrow your eyes at him, ignoring the smug smile Luke gives you. “I’ll never ask you for anything ever again.” 

Lee glances between you both again, at where your knee rests against Luke’s thigh and the beer you’ve been sharing for the past twenty minutes sits between you. “It might be better to vote.” 

“Sure,” Silena smiles before silencing you all. “Everyone that wants Lee to kiss Luke, raise your hands.” 

You raise your hand and Luke mumbles beside you, flicking your leg and you poke him in return. Anything to avoid kissing Lee Fletcher after two years of avoiding it. 

“That is an overwhelming majority,” Silena says and you know, just by the way her eyes slide over to you, that she didn’t even bother to actually count. “Lee, you may now kiss Luke.” 

There’s this moment where you think Lee is going to just leave but instead he stares at the boy next to you, the relaxed set to his jaw, the annoying baseball cap on his head, how he’s so unbothered by it all. You watch as something clicks in his mind, you really want to know what it is. 

Whatever it was, it makes him grab the bottle again, ignoring Silena’s protests. It lands on the girl from Luke’s debate team and she straightens her back ever so slightly. 

“Silena,” Lee says as he leans towards the girl. “I’m not going to kiss Luke or his girlfriend.”

“Damn straight,” Luke mumbles, grabbing your hand from your lap and holding it in his instead. It’s stupid and it really doesn’t matter to either of you, you know that, but there’s this way he says it - almost like it’s the worst thing he could’ve imagined - and it settles in your gut with the beer you’ve been drinking. “Me or my girlfriend.”

“I’d really like to meet her,” you say, laughing when he huffs and pulls his hat down on your head. When you push the visor up to see him properly, all rosy cheeks and compacted curls, you think you might have found it. Whatever it is.

Based on the way Luke’s nose scrunches and his eyes crinkle, you think he understands that too. 

[themultifandomgal]

Harry Styles- Halloween With The Styles Family Pt1

Synopsis- YN met Harry while filming Dunkirk and although both their lives have been a whirlwind so has their romance. They started dating in 2017 and got married in 2023, 2 years after having their daughter Eve.

“Dat one daddy” Eve points to one of many costumes Harry had out “mamma can be da good witch and I can be da doggy”

Eve recently has been obsessed with The Wizard Of Oz after watching the original since her mum is Glinda in the new Wicked movie.

“Perfect. Speaking of where is mamma?” Harry asks putting the costume on his shared bed with his wife

“I fink outside”

“Planting more flowers?” Harry raises a brow at his now three year old

“Errr mamma said not to tell you so no” she smiles at her dad. Harry smiles shaking his head

“She loves her plants doesn’t she?” Harry takes his daughters hand and guides her downstairs and out the door to see his wife knelt down with a plant in one hand and trowel in the other, humming a familiar tune of ‘Golden’

“Mamma!!!” Eve shouts running over to her mum “I told daddy I wasn’t allowed to tell him what you were doing in da garden, but..” she now whispers in her mums ear “I fink he’s got super powers. He knew what you were doing”

“You know what?”

“What?”

“I think he has super powers too, you know why?”

“Why?” Eve cocks her head to the side with a small frown

“Because I can do this” Harry lifts his daughter up as if she were a feather and spins her round. If the neighbours were out all they would be able to hear was the laughter of the little girl

“Ok ok put her down before you break something” YN laughs standing up and wiping the dirt on her trousers. Harry stops spinning round and places Eve back on her feet “now, have you decided what your going to be for Halloween?” YN asks the youngster

“Yep. Daddy is going to be Dorofy, I’m da doggy and your da pretty witch”

“Sounds perfect, but I’m not sure I have a Glinda costume”

“Can’t you wear da one on telly?”

“No baby, it wasn’t mine”

“You borrowed it?”

“Exactly”

“We have 2 days, I’m sure we can find a dress can’t we Evie?” Harry picks his daughter up and places her on his hip

“Yes!” she claps excitedly “daddy can we go and watch Wizz of Oz?”

“Course we can princess. Why don’t you go turn the telly on while I try and get your mother inside and away from the flowers?” Harry puts Eve down and the couple watch her skip in. Harry places an arm around YN’s shoulders and places a kiss on her temple “how did I get so lucky?”

“I pretty sure I’m the lucky one. I have a beautiful daughter, an extremely handsome husband and another perfect bundle on the way” YN places a hand on her very small bump

“Mamma! Daddy! Hurry!”

“We better hurry up” Harry tells his wife

“You get the popcorn started while I wash up” the couple make their way into the house. YN makes a start up the stairs when she remembers “oh don’t forget…”

“The caramel ice cream. I know”

“I love you”

“I love you more”

“Mamma, daddy it’s going to start wifout you” Eves voice come through from the living room making Harry and YN chuckle before they make a move, not wanting to make their impatient daughter any more impatient.

[tastesoftamriel]

Talviel's Tamrielic Anniversary Banquet

In lieu of an updated jubilee cake for the 30 year TES/10 year ESO anniversary, here's a banquet menu fit for the nobility of Tamriel! Dig in!

Summerset

Soft Indrik cheese and caramelised onion and pear chutney vol-au-vents, with sundried tomatoes

Auridon Blue Monkfish, poached in Russafeld Heights chardonnay

Shimmerene cherry blossom snowskin mooncake, with an apricot mousse and lemon crème filling

Black Marsh

Crocodile dumplings, with a spicy peanut and sweet saltrice dipping sauce

Stormhold jerk kagouti haunch, with guar fat vegetable fried rice

"Kueh cendol" chewy tapioca rice cakes, with dark palm sugar and coconut milk and jelly layers. A Black Marsh specialty!

Valenwood

Wild venison Greenshade carpaccio, with whipped bacon-honey butter

Stone-baked timber mammoth tail, slow roasted for 48 hours with a honey and mammoth butter glaze

Frozen honeyed "bingsoo" yoghurt, with sweetgnats, candied bacon, and deep fried lard bits, drizzled with sweet condensed milk

High Rock

Alcaire smoked pea soup, with bacon lardons and fresh garden herbs

Flambéed foie gras à la Shornhelm, with a blood orange and goose fat reduction

Gorapple tarte tatin, with golden butterscotch sauce and Bantha vanilla bean ice cream

Morrowind

Smoked kwama egg yolk carbonara, with scrib bacon

Spicy Ashlander-style shalk and ash yam stew, served in a shalk carapace

"Baked Vvardenfell" guar milk ice cream and kwama meringue cake, flavoured with comberries and gold kanet flowers

Elsweyr

Old Anequina jerboa and "lap cheong" sausage pie, with a saffron rice and an ale-and-moon sugar gravy

Terror bird egg "foo yong hai" omelette, with an array of Pellitine seafood and a bhut jolokia moon sugar caramel dipping sauce

Frozen samar pekoe tea custard, with hot moon sugar fudge

Cyrodiil

Bruma barley soup, with homemade herbed sourdough foccacia

Barbecued Blackwood cavy, basted with a rich Surilie Brothers port and habanero barbecue sauce

Abecean sea salt, dark chocolate, and Cyrodiilic olive oil ice cream, with wild strawberry coulis

Skyrim

Markarth goat cheese and pine nut crème tartlets, with smoked juniper salt

Lake Honrich salmon steak, hot smoked over maple wood with Goldenglow honey, served with dill remoulade

Snowberry panna cotta, with spiced Whiterun apple-akevitt compote

Wrothgar

Echatere Gruyère and rosemary mini soufflés, with smoked Vorkhiposh roe

Echalette steak, served medium-rare, in a ginger wine jus

Kurog's wild berry chocolate gateaux, with whipped echatere cream and drenched in wrathberry brandy

Hammerfell

Port Hunding roasted red pepper and harissa hummus, with spiced lentil flatbreads

Spicy Alik'r giant snake tikka, with mint yoghurt dipping sauce and pickles

Coconut and medjool date kulfi, with a slice of rosewater and pistachio baklava

[reriart]

Breaking The Ice

BEWARE: this fanfic includes spoilers from S3E3.

Summary: What happened during Percival and Vex's first night? Between moans and bites, kisses and marks?

Tags: R18 MDNI, smut, PiV, Missing Moments, Raw and Intense Percy, english is not my native language and I wrote this at 2AM. You can read it also on AO3! Divider by Anitalenia.

Percival had been getting ready for... well, not that long. He had run down the stairs, trying to reach the now distant silhouette of Vex'ahlia. He had chosen to take his sister Cassandra's advice: letting go.

His thoughts for the half-elf had become almost obsessive. By now it was a habit for him to go to sleep with the thought of her lips passing from his mouth, to his chest...

...and further and further down.

The woman's slim silhouette had now vanished into the shadows, leaving De Rolo alone in the midst of the intersection of tall, chill corridors with fierce, odd hot flushes that sought an outburst outside the heavy coat. Was that really an invitation? That kind of invitation? He swallowed, running to his room to clear his head. He washed his face, staring at himself in the reflection of the mirror decorated with golden wood-inlaid plants. One hand pulling up his snow-shaded hair, the other one  adjusting his glasses back on his nose.

It's all or nothing.

“You can do it,” he repeated to himself. “You fought a demon, even dragons. Conquering a woman can't be that much worse. Scanlan does it every fucking day, even while he's sleeping.”

He hurried out, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of wine from the kitchens, attracting the attention of a servant - since when was there one again? - and then sneaking, under the moonlight, to Vex's door.

“Relationships in a group like ours can be problematic...” he mumbled to himself, in a low whisper, rolling his eyes as his long, deft fingers, wrapped in leather gloves, played with the bottoms of the goblets. The thought that his nocturnal fantasies-for which, among other things, he felt terribly guilty-could come to life at any moment made his knees tremble.

“No. Vex, I have some sort of affection for you...ah, fuck it.”

He summoned his courage and knocked, feeling his heart bounce from his throat to his nether regions. He would have liked to headbutt that door if only he could, but he merely stiffened his shoulders and took a step back.“Who is it?” the ranger asked in a tone that was both ringing and sensual at the same time. His pants suddenly became tighter.

“It's Percival! I was hoping we could...talk...” he replied, bringing his hand with wine to his chest. What a stupid answer. What were they to talk about, for fuck's sake?

His thoughts were interrupted by Vex'ahlia's breathtaking naked body peeping out from the other side of the massive wooden slab. Caramel-colored skin, full breasts, rebellious hair free of all constraint, the intense scent of flowers and something exotic and almost intoxicating. The candlelight gave her an unearthly look, creating a thousand reflections. 

She smiled languidly, tilting her head slightly in an innocent manner.

“Of course! Do you want to talk before or after?” 

The man would have very much liked to answer. But not a sound came out of his mouth, which, rather, was promptly sealed by Vex's. She grabbed him by the lapel, dragging him into the room. Gods, those lips. She was warm, soft and toned at the same time, as she rubbed gently against him. A thousand and one wishes of both of them came true in the blink of an eye.

“This could be a problem,” he barely managed to murmur, as her confident hands danced through his white hair, then slid down to his shirt, pulling firmly in different directions. Two, maybe three pearly buttons fell to the floor, leaving Percival shirtless, panting, as their mouths still sought each other.

“Okay, I'll shut up now,” he whispered, leaving a wet kiss against her skin as she snatched the bottle from his fingers and then threw it to the floor. The gesture only aroused him further, causing such an adrenaline rush that he felt drunk as those wicked fingers freed his erection from his pants. He managed to save the poor goblets, even though they were the least of his thoughts. 

Percival, having freed himself from the gloves with his teeth, ran his hands from her shoulders to her back to her buttocks, round and welcoming. He lifted her effortlessly, pressing his cock against her belly and earning a moan from her cherry-red lips, then pushed her back against the mattress, returning to devour those gorgeous lips. He would have liked to take his time exploring her, but now his primary focus was solely and exclusively on fucking her. To make her scream his name (at least the first one), to see her cry with pleasure. A wild desire, which for a moment reminded him of the thirst for revenge, though it was something very different, devoured him whole, making him roll his eyes and bite the inside of his cheeks to give himself a demeanor...which he failed miserably.

They rolled between the sheets of expensive white silk. He wanted to confess his feelings to her, to tell her she was as beautiful as a goddess, but it was as if he had lost the gift of speech. His mouth traveled down her neck, licking and sucking it, his hands cupping her breasts. He watched her sit on him, impaling herself with his erection slowly, so slowly that tears welled up in his eyes and he threw the head back at the sensation of the wet, hot grip.

“Fuck...” 

She didn't say a word, smiling at him as she stroked his milk-colored chest with one hand, threatening to scratch it. She arched her back to feel him even deeper. He, meanwhile, squeezed her hips until they were bruised, thrusting restlessly, panting, green eyes so wide that Vex'ahlia could discern every nuance. They reminded her of the woods in which she had lived during her childhood.

The warmth the ranger radiated was incredible. And she was so wet and inviting that Percy couldn't help but let that nonrational part of his brain take over, getting up so that they were both sitting on each other. He slammed her so hard that he could hear their wet skins clashing loudly, but he didn't care. Let them all hear that she belonged to him and no one else. He growled as he fucked her as if his life depended on it - for a moment he thought that was just like that.

They scratched and bit each other. There was no time to talk, to scream about how much they wanted each other, about how grateful he still was that she had come back from the dead, about how she had long since lost her mind for him but would never, ever be able to reveal that - for the sake of Vox Machina. But this was no time for sorrows.

He wrapped her toned thighs, arching his back and thrusting to the point where she was on the edge between pain and pleasure. She cried out, her vision white and her muscles rigid to accompany her in a long, enveloping orgasm like none she had ever experienced before. Percival followed her, accompanying her every spasm, every single wave of pleasure, as guttural growls that increasingly quickly turned into sharp gasps escaped from lips pressed against her throbbing neck with life. 

They collapsed exhausted on the mattress, both of them with burning lungs.

“Nice talk,” Vex said, laughing, her cheeks red, perhaps veiled with sudden shyness, or bitter certainty. 

But she would worry about that when the sun came up. Percival, still breathless, blinked once, twice, three times. He turned to her, smiling. “Nice talk."

[ponyosmom35]

new beginnings - Simon Ghost Riley

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability chapter twenty three

synopsis: the reader has adjusted back into her life, figuring out how to deal with the trauma of what she'd been through. She is surprised to get a special visitor.

wanrings: mentions of trauma, nightmares, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF AHHH

Liability series:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

Her life was different after returning home. She had been required to take time off, and this time she was more than okay with the quiet days she spent trying to get her mind right. She saw a therapist twice a week and had the support of her family, who had become closer than ever. Her days were long, she found new hobbies to keep her busy while she awaited a call from Simon. She’d cleaned every room in her house and invested a considerable amount of time organizing her kitchen with the aesthetic containers she’d seen on TikTok. She’d taken up knitting, something she had gotten into a few years prior, but became too busy to keep up. She was running rapidly through her TBR list and had already ordered a large bookshelf to put in her office, which she planned to change into a library.  

Her parents had been spending a lot of time with her as well, offering support in the form of garden work. Precisely what they’d done after Emma passed. Her father had done a majority of the landscaping before she went back to work. He’d created a gorgeous stone path leading up to her porch, and was nearly done with one in the backyard, leading down to her precious willow tree. Now leaving the flowers to be planted, and the seeds to be planted in her garden boxes. She wanted to grow her food. Reconnecting herself with nature allowed her dark thoughts to evade her mind. Despite how busy she kept herself, truly she’d never been more at peace. However, her heart called out for Simon in the late hours of the night, when her sore and tired body yearned to be held in his strong arms. 

If she was lucky, he’d call every other day. Though sometimes it was a week without a word from him. After what happened in Las Almas, Price and Shepard had a lot of paperwork to do. Keeping Simon and the rest of the team busy. She missed him dearly, unsure how to cope without ever feeling his lips against hers again. How had she survived thus far? A part of her worried that he would push her away again, especially after what happened. But things were different this time, he reached out as much as he could. He said he missed her. The memory makes her face blush.

She’d gotten out of bed later than normal this morning. The downside of her time back home had been the nightmares. Though her days were busy enough to keep the horrible experience out of her mind, the darkness wasn’t as kind. She had taken her time getting up, taking a long shower to calm her racing mind. She took extra care to complete an everything shower, completing her full skincare routine afterwards. She dresses in a simple pair of gray sweatpants and a cropped black long-sleeve, pulling her fuzzy socks over her feet. She let her hair hang down her back, causing the back of her shirt to dampen as it airdryed. 

She trudges downstairs and makes herself an iced coffee, pouring the premade mix into a glass and adding oat milk and a bit of caramel. She pops a bagel in the toaster and scrolls through her phone as she waits for it to cook. After a few minutes, it’s golden brown and she spreads her favorite garden vegetable cream cheese on it. She sits down at the barstool and grabs her iPad, going to YouTube to put on the newest Cody Ko video to enjoy while she eats. 

After she finishes with her food, she cleans up the crumbs and does her dishes. She opens her curtains (which she closed every night) and looks out at the gorgeous trees surrounding her house. She slips on a pair of Birkenstocks and walks out of the front door, she smiles as she realizes that her large bookshelf has arrived. She grimaces at the size, unsure how she was going to get it in the house, much less up the steps. She decides to worry about it later and walks down the porch steps. She walks to the side of the house and begins to water the plants. Typically she’d do this later at night however it was meant to be nasty weather later, with strong winds and thunderstorms. 

She shuffles her playlist and smiles as Scott Street by Phoebe Bridgers plays. She hums along to the tune and ensures that her plants get enough water. After finishing the back, she refills her water and moves to the front of the house. She pauses as she spots a black Ford F150 parked in her driveway and her blood runs cold. She didn’t know anybody who owned a truck. She rounds the corner fully and spots a large body standing at her door, her heart stops as she recognizes him instantly. There he was in the flesh, wearing jeans and a black long sleeve, with the sleeves pushed up, revealing his mouth-watering tattoos. 

She drops the water on the ground, causing it to spill all over the ground. Simon turns at the sound and relief washes over his face. He hurries down the steps and closes the distance between them. He wraps his arms around her, holding the back of her head to his chest, the other around her shoulders. As if a weight was lifted off her chest, she clings to him. 

“I missed you” he murmurs in her ear

“I didn’t know you were coming, I would’ve picked you up from the airport” she says pulling away, staring up at him warmly. He notices the tears in her eyes and smiles, placing a hand on her cheek. He places a gentle kiss on her lips, soft and sweet. Before she could respond he pulls back and holds her against him, as she stares up longingly. 

“It was last minute, the second I got word that we were done I caught the next flight out” he explains 

“I’m so happy you’re here” she says 

“Me too love” he responds softly

Tag list:

@vivi123abc 

[barneysbigstompers]

*Holds you*

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Lane.

[opullenza]

[  esther yu,  cis - woman,  she/her,  n/a, n/a  ] welcome  to  excesstv,  ARIA  JADE  LIU  —  or  should  i  say  the  airhead?  …  a  quick  google  search  tells  me  you’re  a  TWENTY  EIGHT  year  old  FASHION  DESIGNER  who’s worth 26M.  you've  called  avalon  home  for  FOUR  YEARS,  however  something  tells  me  there’s  more  to  you  than  a  flashy  resume  and  penthouse  37A  on  your  door  ?  it  seems  you’ve  managed  to  earn  a  reputation  around  the   city   for  being  SCATTERBRAINED,  yet,  upon  further  investigation  it  seems  you're  also  quite  EFFERVESCENT.  but  hey,  thats  the  kind  of  mix  that  keeps  people  guessing.  i'm  sure  as  a  GEMINI  you're  used  to  people  commenting  on  your  PINK  CHLOE  ‘ROSIE'  SUNGLASSES  /  A  COLLECTION  OF  VINTAGE  FASHION  MAGAZINES  STREWN  ABOUT  A  GLASS  COFFEE  TABLE  ; FLICKERS  OF  GOLDEN  SUNLIGHT  STREAMING  THROUGH  LACE  CURTAINS  ;  VINTAGE  CRYSTAL  CHANDELIERS  CASTING  RAINBOW  SPARKLES  ON  BLUSH  WALLS  ; A  PINK  FLUFFY  CASHMERE  SWEATER   WITH  A  PETER  PAN  COLLAR  ;  &  SOFT  CLOUDS  OF  CHIFFON  AND  SILK  SCATTERED  ON  EVERY  SURFACE.  but  still  we  can't  wait  to  watch  you  flourish  (  or  fail  )  these  next  few  weeks  … 

s t a t i s t i c s .

BASICS:

FULL NAME:  aria jade liu.

NICKNAMES:  ari.

GENDER:  cis female.

PRONOUNS:  she/her.

SEXUALITY:  pansexual.

AESTHETICS: a collection of vintage fashion magazines strewn about a glass coffee table ; flickers of golden sunlight streaming through lace curtains ; vintage crystal chandeliers casting rainbow sparkles of blush walls ; a pink fluffy cashmere sweater with a peter pan collar ; soft clouds of chiffon and silk scattered on every surface ; handwritten notes and sketches pinned on a corkboard ; an ethereal ball gown embellished with hand sewn sequins, shimmering like stars ; a collection of colorful flower crowns.

AGE:  twenty five.

DATE OF BIRTH:  august 11th, 1999.

ZODIAC SIGN:  gemini sun, libra moon, pisces rising.

OCCUPATION:  fashion designer.

APPEARANCE:

FACECLAIM:  esther yu.

VOICE CLAIM:  esther yu.

HEIGHT:  5'2".

BUILD:  slim, but not too skinny.

HAIR: long ( almost waist length ), milk tea brown, wispy bangs, naturally wavy.

PIERCINGS & TATTOOS:  click here for pinterest board.

OTHER DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:  expressive eyes, soft heart shaped face, delicate features, youthful energy.

STYLE: click for pinterest board.

PERSONALITY:

TRAITS: + generous, compassionate, curious, optimistic, effervescent, playful. -scatterbrained, mischievous, overly - trusting, indecisive, easily detracted, insecure.

LIKES:  vintage fashion, baking, tea, cats, bubble baths, traveling, art museums, poetry, cooking shows, romantic comedies.

DISLIKES: confrontation, rudeness, strict routines, judgmental attitudes, boredom, loud noises, injustice, negative self-talk, cold weather, long meetings.

FEARS: heights, dogs and being alone.

PHOBIAS:  acrophobia : fear of heights.

HOBBIES:  baking, journaling, dancing, yoga, collecting vintage couture fashion.

PET PEEVES:  rudeness, disorganizations, negativity, lack of enthusiasm.

FAVORITES:

ICE CREAM FLAVOUR:  matcha green tea.

TIME OF THE DAY / NIGHT:  early morning.

WEATHER:  sunny, warm days.

BREAKFAST FOOD:  yogurt parfait.

DINNER FOOD:  sushi.

DESSERT: macarons.

COLOURS:  pastel pink, lavender, mint green.

ITEM:  leather journal.

COFFEE ORDER: iced caramel macchiato.

PERFUME: yves saint laurent's mon paris.

b i o g r a p h y .

aria jade liu was born and raised in the vibrant coastal town of key west, florida, as the youngest of five children and the only girl in her family. growing up in a wealthier, non-influential household, she was surrounded by the lively atmosphere of her parents’ chinese restaurants, which served as both a gathering place for the community and a source of pride for her family. despite their comfortable lifestyle, aria's parents emphasized the value of hard work, instilling a strong work ethic in their children from a young age. they often encouraged aria and her siblings to pitch in at the restaurants, teaching them the importance of responsibility and dedication.

aria attended a public school in key west, where her experience was anything but typical for someone from a wealthier family. rather than basking in popularity, she often found herself on the outskirts of the social scene, proudly embracing her quirky interests and passions. while many of her peers gravitated toward trends and social status, aria felt no need to conform; instead, she reveled in her love for all things fashion and dreamt of attending a prestigious design school. her grades were perfectly average, reflecting her relaxed approach to academics, but she consistently performed well enough to maintain a solid footing in her classes, despite her airy and ditzy nature.

however, what aria lacked in academic accolades, she more than made up for with her infectious enthusiasm and kind-hearted nature. she easily formed friendships with fellow misfits and outcasts, creating a close-knit circle that appreciated her effervescent personality. aria's unique perspective on life allowed her to connect with others on a deeper level, earning her a reputation as the lovable "nerdy" girl who could always be counted on for a listening ear or a supportive word.

by her senior year of high school, aria had made a name for herself in key west as a promising designer. several of her classmates began to request (and pay a pretty penny) for custom prom dresses designed by aria, showcasing her unique flair for fashion. her designs were characterized by ethereal silhouettes, playful patterns, and exquisite embellishments that captured the attention of her peers and the community alike. while she experimented with designing everyday clothing, she quickly discovered her passion for creating formal and semi-formal gowns that made women feel like the stars of their own fairy tales. after graduating high school, her parents, recognizing her talent and ambition, invested significantly in her future by sending her to the prestigious fashion institute of technology in new york city, where she would continue to hone her craft and pursue her dreams.

by the time aria graduated from the fashion institute of technology, her talent had not gone unnoticed. during her time there, she had the opportunity to showcase her work in a student fashion show, where one of the judges—a designer for a well-known fashion house—was captivated by her unique take on modern femininity. this connection led to aria being offered a chance to design a small collection for the house, giving her the exposure she needed to establish herself in the industry. the success of that collection garnered attention from various fashion influencers and magazines, skyrocketing her reputation. with the momentum from this collaboration, aria decided to launch her own brand, focusing on bespoke dresses and evening wear that perfectly blended elegance and whimsy. the initial sales quickly propelled her into the realm of millionaires, as her designs resonated with clients seeking the perfect blend of modern and vintage aesthetics.

four years ago, aria made the move to the avalon, drawn by its luxurious atmosphere and vibrant community of artists and entrepreneurs. the penthouse complex quickly became her sanctuary, a place where her creativity could flourish among like-minded individuals. recently, she was cast in the reality show excesstv, a decision that left her both thrilled and apprehensive. while the opportunity to showcase her designs and personality on a public platform is a dream come true, the thought of being surrounded by other strong personalities makes her heart race. deep down, her insecurities bubble to the surface, leaving her to wonder if she can hold her own amidst the chaos. despite her fears, aria is determined to embrace this new chapter in her life, hoping that her effervescent spirit will shine through and connect her with others just as passionate about their crafts.

h e a d c a n o n ' s .

growing up in a family with high expectations, aria constantly feels the pressure to prove herself, leading to moments of self-doubt. she channels this anxiety into her designs, striving for perfection in her work, which often results in late nights spent sketching and refining her creations.

despite her bubbly exterior, aria is a hopeless romantic at heart. she finds solace in reading romance novels and daydreams about finding love while balancing her passion for design. these stories inspire her collections, blending fantasy with her unique aesthetic.

aria's fashion line is called 'seraph' and it is completely inspired by teuta matoshi's beautiful gowns, which you can check out here!

each morning, aria dedicates time to her creative ritual, which includes journaling her dreams and ideas for designs. this practice not only fuels her creativity but also helps her clear her mind before diving into the day’s challenges.

though she often wears pastel colors and feminine styles, aria has an unexpected love for indie pop and alternative music. she frequently attends local concerts, using music as a way to unwind and embrace her playful side outside of her design work.

she has a specific color palette she leans towards when designing, favoring soft pastels and muted tones that evoke a sense of calm and femininity, which she feels reflects her personality.

when she’s working on a new collection, aria loves to play upbeat music and dance around her studio, finding joy in the creative process and using movement to spark new ideas.

aria has a knack for baking and often treats her friends and neighbors to homemade goodies. she's a firm believer that food brings people together and helps her unwind from the pressures of work, something her parents instilled in her at a young age.

[levishart]

im not sure if you all can tell but i LOVE levi ackermann

he's cute my pookie wookie dookie cookie blookie wooki a'ookie e'ookie c'dookie popeyes biscuit with a cherry on top with whipped cream and rainbow unicorn boo boo icing on top drizzled with pink caramel my pookie wookie dookie white cookie and chocolate chip cookie with unicorn charm my boo boo pusheen hello kitty bee buzzy bee ronald mcdonald boo boo kuromi kfc burger king boo boo lovely peaches puppy kitty woo woo boo boo moo moo kawaii uwu owo baka princess prince bookie wookie dookie stuffed lookie bookie mookie cookie mint icecream chocolate icecream vanilla icecream strawberry icecream cookies and cream icecream hershey bar boo woo cookie mookie i can buy myself flowers bellydancing pookie cookie wookie dookie lookie bookie mookie sookie pookie cookie ilysm ronald mc donald pusheen charm kitty doggy puppy duggy total dramarama lama pama big o owen chocolate labrador my golden hour boo boo moo moo coo coo loo loo favie fairy woo woo floptok okok lalala yayaya pink boo boo kfc ronald mc donald kompa kompa stuffed pookie boo boo bear

[quibbs126]

I am curious about the three new dragon ships in your inbox (and your current fankid list as a whole! Would you share them with the us?

I mean, I can tell you the three I mentioned, but as for the whole list

That’s uh

That’s kind of a long list

I mean I’ll do it though. Under the cut at least

But to answer your first question, the three dragon ships were

Lotus Dragon/Rambutan

Sea Fairy/Longan Dragon

Lychee Dragon/Stardust

As for the rest of my “requested but haven’t finished yet”, we have

Red Velvet/Crunchy Chip (Blackout)

Twizzly Gummy/Currant Cream (Gooseberry but looking to change)

Mint Choco/Rockstar (Mint Toothpaste, may be tweaked)

Pomegranate/Affogato (Pomegranate Sundae)

Dark Cacao/Affogato (Dark Cream)

Cherry Blossom/Herb (Myrtle)

Latte/Eclair (Beignet, but I think I was going to change it?)

Cherry Blossom/Black Raisin (Grape Vine)

Clotted Cream/Black Raisin (Scotch Bun)

Macaron/Cinnamon (Snickerdoodle)

Licorice/Capsaicin (Star Anise)

Popcorn/Banana (Banana Chip)

Kumiho/Crunchy Chip (Mallow Fudge)

Hollyberry/Pitaya Dragon (Red Pitaya)

Scorpion/Prune Juice (Juniper Berry, but looking to change)

Pizza/String Gummy (String Cheese)

Note on that last one, it’s a double, and I completed the first one months ago, that being Croissant/Roguefort (Beaufort), but I’m unable to show him bc it’s a double

Tea Knight/Vampire, though I’m strongly considering striking that one. I considered it because I assumed that the anon assumed Vampire was immortal and actually closer to Tea Knight’s age, but I now feel like that’s not much of an excuse

Peach/Banana (Pink Banana)

Milk/Purple Yam (Ube Ice Cream)

Red Velvet/Dark Choco (Cocoa Powder, also Strawberry Choco, we’ll see who I make first)

Clover/Carol (Pine Needle, maybe change to Fir?)

Captain Ice/Almond (Tortoni)

Pomegranate/Hydrangea (Spider Lily)

Kumiho/Snake Fruit (Ambrosia)

Abyss Monarch/Dino-Sour (Gummy Shark)

Wind Archer/Fire Spirit (Smoke Watcher)

Abyss Monarch/Black Pearl (Deep Turquoise)

Baguette/Coffee Candy (Coffee Bun)

Golden Cheese/Ananas Dragon (Golden Kiwi)

Truffle/Almond (Black Walnut, might change)

Longan Dragon/Pure Vanilla (Langsat)

Moonlight/Dark Cacao (Midnight Choco)

Red Velvet/Licorice (Black Velvet)

Almond/Latte (Almond Milk)

Blackberry/Adventurer (Blackberry Scone)

Red Velvet/Earl Grey (Teacake)

Herb/Currant Cream (Blackcurrant)

Shining Glitter/Herb (Bouquet)

Herb/Black Lemonade (Mint Lemonade)

Licorice/Royal Margarine (Butterscotch)

Dark Choco/Fire Flower (Choco Cosmos)

Electric Eel/Box Jellyfish (Blue Bottle, but it has to be changed now)

Ninja/Sakura (Mochi)

Burnt Cheese/Black Raisin (Raisin Bun)

Black Pearl/Frost Queen (Sugar Pearl)

Mocha Ray/Starfruit (Espresso Romano)

Raspberry/Chili Pepper (Raspberry Chipotle)

Financier/Pistachio (Florentine)

Milk/Black Raisin (Sweet Milk)

Blue Lily/Bellflower (Canterbury Bell)

Aquamarine/Herb (Sea Kelp)

Dark Enchantress/Timekeeper (Day Lily)

Espresso/Latte (Dalgona)

Starfruit/Stardust (Starflower)

Prune Juice/Capsaicin/Kouign Amann (Bloody Mary)

Black Pearl/Oyster (Pearl Oyster)

Raspberry Mousse/Rose (Raspberry Rose)

Longan Dragon/Dark Enchantress

Wildberry/Chili Pepper (Spiceberry)

Moonlight/Matcha (Moon Drop, but I’m not sure on it)

Matcha/Sea Fairy (Green Tea)

Kumiho/Werewolf

Raspberry/Caramel Arrow

Coffee Candy/Cherry Ball (Cherry Candy)

Golden Cheese/Pure Vanilla/Corpse Flower (Baklava Cheesecake)

Licorice/Black Raisin (Grape Licorice)

Roguefort/Pastel Meringue (Mascarpone)

Stardust/Cream Unicorn (Unicorn Ice Cream)

White Lily/Pomegranate (Amaranth)

Dark Cacao/Frost Queen (Hoarfrost)

Affogato/Cream Unicorn (Coffee Pavlova)

Fig/Cotton Candy (Candy Fig)

Custard III parent (Custard Sauce)

Cream Puff/Walnut (Pecan Pie)

Timekeeper/Longan

Dark Choco/Clotted Cream (Ganache)

Affogato/Sweet Cream (Bitter Cream)

Dark Cacao parent (still working on the new names)

Sandwich/Hero (White Tomato)

Shadow Milk/Moonlight

Shadow Milk/Cinnamon

Choco Ball/Cream Ball

Goblin/Pimento Cheese

Energy Drink/Jelly Sludge

Electric Eel/Lamprey (Moray Eel)

Royal Margarine/Grey Heron

String Gummy/Brunsgiver

Captain Caviar/Rocky Wolf

Shadow Milk/Lychee Dragon (Lychee Boba)

Cream Unicorn/Choco Ball (Cosmic Brownie)

Energy Drink/Ninja (Rice Milk)

Peeled Carrot/Host

Pastel Meringue/Popping Candy (Meringue Pop)

DJ/Pink Choco (Choco Blast)

Werewolf/Crowberry

Kumiho & Vagabond parent

Cappuccino/Truffle (Reishi)

Cocoa/Black Pearl (Cocoa Bomb)

Matcha/Baneberry (Teaberry)

Affogato/Licorice

Rye/Black Raisin (Raisin Swirl)

Cinnamon/Blackberry Tart (Cinnamon Tart)

Raspberry/Bumbleberry (Razzleberry)

Shining Glitter/Stardust (Shining Star)

Kumiho/Cherry Blossom (Mallow)

Tiger Lily/Pomegranate (Açaí Berry)

Rye/Hero (Graham Cracker)

Dark Choco/Sour Butter (Butter Fudge)

Dark Choco/Pastry (Violet Creams)

Crimson Coral/Stardust (Star Sapphire)

Eclair/Adventurer (Shortbread)

Licorice/Caramel Arrow (Swirl Taffy)

Mala Sauce/Bellflower (Horseradish)

The three listed above

Dark Choco alone

Espresso/Eclair (Coffee Cream)

Mala Sauce/Timekeeper

Frilled Jellyfish/Mystic Flour

Twizzly Gummy/Mozzarella

And I think that’s all of them. Unless I missed one that came in my inbox today

[jamespotterthefirst]

Most in the World (Ethan x f!MC)

Book: Open Heart, book 1 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1.3K Rating/ Warning: E/ None

Premise: Things have changed in a year. And so has his answer to the question she once asked him: “Who do you love most in the world?” Part 2 of A Strong Affection.

Note: Set after the attack in book 2.

There was nothing remotely interesting about that day’s newspaper. Everything splattered on the front page was  a testament of the current state of the world and it did not surprise him in the least. Yet, Ethan stared at the newspaper so intently that his vision began to blur. 

“Anything good?” someone asked in a light, conversational tone. 

He inwardly cursed, forced to look up. If Lilac had been there, she’d tease him about his poor acting skills. Then again, if Lilac was there then the overly flirtatious barista would not have dared to strike up a frivolous yet coquettish conversation with him. 

“No,” he replied simply and truthfully. 

Anyone else would’ve added more to keep the conversation alive. Ethan was not one of those people. Not only because he was not interested but because he was in a hurry to get back to his apartment. 

Undeterred, the barista opened her mouth to ask about something else. Ethan, unable to tolerate any more misuse of his time, cut her off. 

“Any idea how much longer my drink will take?”

His brusque tone didn’t phase her, much to his discontent. 

“It’s ready,” she said, retrieving the icy drink from the counter behind her. She glanced down at the tan coffee drink, swirling with ice and caramel. Then, she raised an eyebrow at Ethan. “I didn’t take you for an iced caramel macchiato kind of guy.”

“I’m not.” He took the drink and without missing a beat, he added, “It’s for my girlfriend.”

Finally, his words had the desired effect. The barista tensed at the word “girlfriend'' then deflated all at once like a sad balloon. She made no effort to conceal her disappointment. 

“Oh.” The word was drowned out in the rumble of blenders. “She’s a lucky girl.”

Ethan left the crowded coffee shop without replying, Lilac’s coffee in hand. As the ice rattled with each step, he thought of the various ways he could tease her about her preferred drink. He could already see her reaction vividly in his mind—the roll of those stunning green eyes followed by a smile that could warm the iciest of hearts. And then he'd kiss her because he was a slave to those lips, to her hands around his neck, to that little hum that escaped her every time...

A colorful storefront tore him from his thoughts. Without a moment to hesitate, he walked into the tiny flower shop. The clerk—a kind, elderly woman— greeted him and helped him pick a radiant bouquet of tulips and hyacinths in various hues of pink and white. 

“What’s the special occasion?” she asked conversationally as she rang him up. Unlike with the overbearing barista, Ethan didn’t mind this question. 

“Nothing. I just saw them and thought of her,” he said truthfully. 

The woman glanced at him from the top of her glasses and gave him a knowing smile. “That’s so sweet of you, dear. Everyday's a special occasion with the right person.”  

The words were said in passing conversation with the characteristic wisdom of many people the woman’s age. In fact, Ethan doubted she thought much of them, but they resonated with him like golden bells. There was no more perfect summary than that for his time with Lilac. From romantic dates to long, tired shifts at the hospital—every minute he spent by her side had felt like a gift. 

“What’s her name?”

“Lilac.”

The woman’s eyes lit up. “What a gorgeous name! If she’s not sick of her namesake, I have a beautiful arrangement of lilacs and roses for next time.” 

“I’m sure she’ll love them.”

“Lilac’s a lucky girl.”

He arrived at his apartment only five minutes later, hands full with the coffee and her flowers. Ethan expected her to be sound asleep like she loved to do on their mornings off. He even had a fully developed mental plan of making breakfast for her and serving it in bed. However, he found her right outside his bedroom door, clad in one of his shirts and her hair still damp from the shower. 

When her gaze fell on him, that incandescent smile of hers greeted him. Its effect was just as powerful as the first day. Just like the first time, it made him feel weightless. 

“Ready for coffee?” he asked. 

Lilac raised her brows when her eyes fell on the iced coffee then the flowers.

“What's all this?” 

“Just wanted to bring you your favorite.”

“Is that why you got up so early?” 

“Yes. The coffee place across the street didn't have espresso. So I went to the one two blocks over.” 

She looked genuinely touched. Without saying a single word, she embraced him, pressing a quick kiss on his lips. Her fingers linger atop his on the cold, plastic coffee cup. 

“You spoil me, baby.” 

“You deserve it.”

He offered her the flowers and she admired them with a smile. 

“I'm one lucky girl.”

Lilac gave him another short but sweet kiss. 

“Everyone keeps saying that,” he said, still slightly dazed from her touch. “When it comes to luck, though, I'm the fortunate one.”

“You believe in luck now, Mr. Skeptic?” 

Green eyes that always took him in with yearning, love, respect… Soft hands that always found his… Rosy lips that molded to his and sighed his name in the most wondrous way— All of it for him. It had to be luck. 

“Yes. There are many things I was wrong about.”

He longed to kiss her again but a frantic, scratching noise against the bedroom door behind her interrupted them. 

“Is Jenner in the bedroom again?” he asked, already knowing the answer. 

Lilac feigned innocence. “No…”

There was more insistent scratching, as though to prove her wrong.

“I snuck my other boyfriend in?” she tried. 

Ethan rolled his eyes, moving past her.  Milliseconds upon opening the door, he was attacked by Jenner's paws on his chest and his excited panting. His tail wagged so fast that it was a brown blur. 

“You're not allowed in here,” Ethan told him sternly. He turned that sharp gaze on a sheepish Lilac. “And your mother knows that.”

Ethan's tone did not phase Jenner in the slightest. In fact, the dog took that opportunity to lick Ethan in greeting. Lilac, unable to contain herself, laughed at the scene. 

“Look at him, though,” she pleaded with Ethan. “He's just a baby! And he was all by himself on the balcony. I couldn't leave him out there!” 

Jenner, knowing the baby sing-song voice she used for him very well, moved on to attack Lilac with affection. 

“He's a dog.”

“You're a dog.”

“Very funny.”

She wasn't listening, though. All her attention was on balancing her coffee, the flowers, and the loving dog trying to lick her face. Ethan gently took the flowers and coffee and set them on the bedside table. Jenner, hyped up as he was, took that as his cue to hop on the bed. 

“Bad dog,” Ethan admonished. “Lilac, control your child.”

She did quite the opposite, hopping on the bed with him. 

“I'm kicking you both out to the balcony,” he said, trying his best to sound stern. At that very moment though, Lilac commanded the dog to turn all sloppy kisses on Ethan. He laughed, despite himself and landed on the bed next to her. 

“What am I going to do with you two?” 

“You love it,” Lilac challenged. “Jenner is your everything. He's the one you love most in the world, remember?” 

He said nothing for a moment. Jenner had grown bored by their lack of activity so he busied himself with one of his toys on the floor. 

“Not anymore,” Ethan said at last. 

She sat up to look at him. 

“Oh, yeah?” 

“Yes.” He leaned in to kiss her. “You've easily taken that title, my love.”

Note: I HC they said ILY after the attack. Hope you liked this! Thank you for reading!

[lizzie-tempest]

What are your head canon favorite foods for the Undertale cast?

Oh wow! This is something I never even thought about if I'm honest. Alright, I'll go through the main cast. I'll include a main food, dessert and a drink.

Frisk - Favourite meal: Spaghetti. Favourite dessert: Butterscotch pie. Favourite drink: Warm milk with honey.

Flowey - Favourite meal: Spinach pie (Toriel makes it especially for him). Favourite dessert: Fruit tart. Favourite drink: Water.

Toriel - Favourite meal: Snail pie. Favourite dessert: Tiramisu. Favourite drink: Tea with milk and one sugar.

Sans - Favourite meal: Burger and fries. Favourite dessert: Jelly and mint chocolate chip ice cream (it makes him giggle when jelly wobbles). Favourite drink: Ketchup.

Papyrus - Favourite meal: Ratatouille. Favourite dessert: Confetti cake. Favourite drink: Coffee (it's how he stays up so long).

Undyne - Favourite meal: Hawaiian Pizza. Favourite dessert: Salted caramel cheesecake. Favourite drink: Golden flower tea.

Alphys - Favourite meal: Ramen. Favourite dessert: Mango mochi. Favourite drink: Strawberry bubble tea.

Mettaton - Favourite meal: Steak. Favourite dessert: Chocolate tart. Favourite drink: champagne.

Asgore - Favourite meal: Snail pie. Favourite dessert: Butterscotch pie. Favourite drink: Golden flower tea.

[shuxiii]

hanyn is superior in any universe

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[fredheads]

9. you've discovered something you don't even have a name for. 👉🏻👈🏻

Their VW bus is still more of a clubhouse than a vehicle on this hot June day in 1992, still sitting wheel-less in its rusted glory on four blocks below a summer-blue sky. The rear of the van is bathed in hot, golden sunlight, while a slightly cool breeze carries the smell of fresh-mown grass and flowers through the rear doors. The fresh air cools their skin from overheating even as the heat brings droplets of sweat up on the back of FP’s neck and at the base of his hairline. It’s June heat, but it’s the kind of weather you could sit comfortably in for hours. 

He’s on his back on the floor of the van, beach towels bunched under him as a mattress, arms folded behind his head as he feigns a nap. Fred’s sitting across from him, his back against the wall as he reads from a baseball paperback he’s holding in one hand with the cover bent backwards. His brown eyes, soft and thoughtful, move back and forth across the page. Silence is warm and comfortable between them, stretched out and somnolent with their easy breathing and the peaceful sounds of a summer’s day, the far-off lawnmowers and rustling trees and a faint melody that could be an ice cream truck. Fred’s legs are stretched out, one arm up behind his head so that the down of his armpit hair is exposed, his tan so deep, smooth, and unbroken even on this early day in June that his armpits are the same caramel brown as the rest of him. 

He has no idea how beautiful he is. Has no idea that FP’s relaxed posture is hiding the yearning, insatiable glimpses he’s been stealing from between his eyelashes, these glimpses getting longer and longer and yet nowhere near satisfying, because Fred in this casual moment is something he could look at forever and never wish for reprieve. The summer air is heavy and sweet, thick with warmth and fresh with morning. There’s still something of an early-morning lightness in the air at 10 am, even with the sun already as strong as mid-day. It feels like a persistent momentum, an eternal moment poised at the beginning of a perpetual afternoon. It feels like a beautiful day just beginning, one that promises to last forever and ever and never quite starts. It feels like a tiny slice of heaven. 

And Fred sits and reads in unknowingly erotic imperfection, shoelaces undone, dirty athletic socks uneven, scattered sunburn on his cheeks and a hole gaping in the armpit of his cut-sleeved, cropped white t-shirt. Never a big reader except for these baseball paperbacks, dime-store sports novels inherited from his older brother that he reads by the dozen, treating them with this bent-cover carelessness that’s charming and tender rather than destructive. His dirty-soled Nikes are inches from FP’s elbow, and FP can follow the lines of him up his legs from there, defined calf muscles bunched under the skin from the running routine he starts in spring, the skin darkly suntanned and scattered with brown hair and an imperfect constellation of scrapes and cuts. 

Feeling brave, or maybe just desperate, FP raises his eyes from Fred’s perfect legs to his thighs, sun-warmed and gold, the skin sprinkled with dark curls of hair just before it disappears below the dangling hem of his cut-off jean shorts. Torturing himself with slowness, he allows his eyes to move higher up the wide stripe of tanned stomach visible below his best friend’s cropped shirt, the same faint flush of newly dark hair travelling in a runway from Fred’s waistband to his navel. His arms are thin and long, his long fingers wrapped tightly around the cover of the paperback, the hollow of his neck damp with ignored perspiration. His single gold hoop earring twinkles brightly in the sunlight. 

He’s apparently so engrossed in his book that he doesn’t notice at first when FP’s gaze fixes hungrily on his face, greedily absorbing how his delicate eyelashes go gold in the sun, the freckles that pop up across the bridge of his nose every June, the scar in his eyebrow that shines pale in the sunlight. Fred’s hair is growing down past his ears - his summer project is to get it down to his collarbone, to his father’s chagrin. FP’s is getting long too, as if in unspoken tandem. He’s spent a lot of this June with fleeting images of Fred’s hands in his dark hair. 

Fred’s eyes dance up from the page at last, meeting FP mid-stare. There’s a momentary twinge of regret, but no crippling embarrassment at being caught: they’re so calm and settled as best friends in each other's company that shame can’t find purchase. Fred’s brown eyes just hold his gaze for a second, and then he smiles, easy and playful, a handsome, careless crook of his mouth that is as blinding to look into as staring right into the sun. For a moment he’s as perfect as FP’s ever seen him: eyes calm and loving and bright, teasing grin slanted affectionately so that his face fills even more with warmth. And FP thinks for some reason of the old movies he used to watch with his mama at the drive-in: James Dean who was so carelessly, audaciously handsome even to a seven-year-old. 

He doesn’t know what makes him get up. Before he can stop himself he rolls into a sitting position and then kneels, leaning forward almost into Fred’s lap, and Fred’s perfectly suntanned legs open like french doors for FP’s knee to come down in between them. FP’s hand finds the van floor just behind Fred’s hip to brace himself, and now he’s sitting in between his legs almost in his lap, their faces closer than maybe they’ve ever been before. 

Fred’s brown eyes are questioning, but kind, so kind, calm and light and familiar and safe. His warm breath touches FP’s cheek; his eyebrow scar and his summer freckles are suddenly huge in his vision, the heat from his body warming FP’s already sweaty-damp skin. And for a moment FP panics, for a moment he realizes just what line he’s maybe already crossed, caught as if in someone else’s body, halfway through something he can’t take back. The thing they’ve only still ever joked about, the way any guys joke about it maybe, but Fred laughs along but he doesn’t say these things, lets his brother call them boyfriends and their school friends needle each other with queer as though secure in the knowledge this words will never apply to him - but he does not laugh, cruelly or otherwise. And yet it’s unspoken but self-evident, surely, that to say the words is one thing but never, never, never, could they ever even imagine that thing that pounds inside FP’s secret, guilty heart like a scared rabbit. 

And yet he doesn’t feel fear right now, only heat and exhilaration with Fred’s body so close. The blood rushes hot in his veins at their proximity, his sun-kissed skin goes to cold sweat, and every beautiful feature of Fred’s body is apparent to him at once, as though mocking him cruelly: muscled calves and dark eyes and perfect lips. Their lips are close enough to touch, their bodies overlapping as one animal, the pulse roaring in FP’s ears might be Fred’s or his own. And there’s no anger on Fred’s face, not even hesitation. So FP closes the gap between their faces, the sun falling over his cheeks from the skylight, and he kisses him. 

It’s chaste, and it’s scared, almost not there at all, but Fred’s nose presses so strongly back against his that he knows Fred doesn’t hate him for it, and the second he does it it becomes something he can never take back. His lips are soft and sun-warmed and perfect, and Fred’s eyelashes brush over his face when they close and then flutter open again. He opens his eyes to see Fred’s brown ones, the bronze eyelashes as soft as a girl’s, but that first flush of manhood in his muscular chest and the lean contour of his jawline, and there are no words for the feeling that roars through every inch of his body. All he knows is that his already hot blood turns to fire in his veins. And he finds himself thinking, strangely, that none of those cruel words are true, none of them describe what he’s just done, what unfurls now in his chest like a late-blooming rose, on this late day in June when he will never be the same person again. 

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[femchef]

For my plated desserts class I gave my students a 3-course dessert tasting - not everyone has had a fine dining experience, and I want everyone to be able to appreciate the performance art aesthetic on the viewer end before asking them to jump into plating and presenting dishes. So!

1st Course:

‘Gentle’

Vanilla Bean Souffléd Pavlova, Vanilla + Pear Sorbet, Poached Pear in Riesling and Golden Lily Flower, Golden Lily Flower Sauce, Candied Pine Nuts, Pulled Mochi Paper, Taro + Violet Tapioca and Preserved Violet

2nd Course:

‘Corn, 5 Ways’

Cornmeal Shortcake, Fire Roasted Corn, White Chocolate and Tahini Popcorn Crumble, Fried Corn Silk, Reverse-Sphericated Yogurt Corn Pudding, and Salted Caramel

3rd Course:

‘Fermenté’

Sourdough Ice Cream, Candied Cocoa Nibs, Sorghum + Guinness Caramel, Roasted Barley Ganache, Dark Chocolate Sesame Crumble and Raspberry

[scribbledquillz]

🙤 Unusual OC Associations 🙧

Thank you very much @greypetreltrel for tagging me into the fun! I always enjoy these sort of aesthetic memes. I'll use this as an excuse to do both the Tabris siblings - poor Ceral hasn't gotten enough love lately.

Annnnd tag - you're it! for: @heniareth, @siriskulksnerding, @oxygenforthewicked, @blarrghe, @m-m-m-myysuranaana, @scarletinkthelibrarian and anyone else who would like to play. As always no pressure, but if you do please tag me, I'd love to see your answers. : 3

Seasoning:

Revka - Cinnamon and cloves, garlic and basil. Simple, common, but no less versatile.

Ceral: Fresh mint, lemon, strawberry vinaigrette. Light, hints of sweetness layered with strength.

Weather:

Revka - A cold, crisp rain during the first days of proper fall. The world is draped in a hazy grey, dark puddles gather on the cobblestones like rippling mirrors. The warmth of a fireplace is welcomed, and the warmth of a lover's embrace before it divine.

Ceral - A lazy summer day in a field beneath a warm sun. The sort best spent lounging in the shade of an old gnarled tree with a book on your knees and a cold drink in hand.

Color:

Revka - The pale blue of forget-me-not petals in glass.

Ceral - The golden yellow of sunflowers in their prime.

Sky:

Revka - The horizon in the last minutes before sunrise. Darkness cast in a halo of brilliant orange and red, promising a brighter day to come.

Ceral - A wash of the most brilliant blue as far as the eye can see, dappled by cotton candy clouds. The wind is constant but gentle, making them dance and shift as they glide across the sky.

Magic power:

Revka - Fire cast in wide, wild plumes. Deadly and dangerous to the caster as much as the target of their rage.

Ceral - The otherworldly glow of magic drawn from another plane. It is molded to suit the caster's will to help, to heal, undoing the damage of a cruel world.

House plant:

Revka - A snake plant. Hardy and able to survive in elements far less than ideal, but will thrive if only given the chance.

Ceral - A croton. Colorful and lively, the simplicity of it's appearance does not diminish the unique patterns found on each leaf.

Weapon:

Revka - Two mismatched steel daggers, plain and old but well maintained despite the stains buried in the leather wrapping their handles.

Ceral - The body itself cast in a brilliant, blinding glow of white gold and silver, all but the most basic features obscured. Shadowed behind the enormity of a power which once lifted cities into the sky.

Subject:

Revka - Home economics and P.E. - an elective variant based in self defense.

Ceral - Botany, chemistry and the arts.

Social media:

Revka - Pinterest for recipes and embroidery patterns. Reddit when she needs a target for her anger.

Ceral - Instagram selfies and pictures of him with flowers or frozen smoothies. Tumblr for shenanigans and fucking around with friends. Tinder when he wants to fuck around in a different sense of the word.

Make-up product:

Revka - The basics. Dark mascara and kohl eyeliner. Lipstick in a classic red.

Ceral - Eyeshadow palettes in every color imaginable. A glittery, fuck gender vibe.

Candy:

Revka - Homemade caramels topped in sea salt, red hots cinnamon drops

Ceral - Chewy saltwater taffy in every flavor imaginable, dried fruit dipped in dark chocolate

Fear:

Revka - The weight of deep, dark waters forcing air from your chest. The loss of those you did everything to protect, only to find your efforts made worthless as their blood spreads across your desperate hands.

Ceral - The loss of the self. Becoming a shell of what you wanted - what you were destined - to be as the sunlight in your eyes is smothered to a dull, empty sheen.

Ice cube shape:

Revka - A simple, classic cube

Ceral - Hearts and stars

Method of long distance travel:

Revka - An old pickup truck on dirt roads, the windows down and music playing softly as the tires leave trails of dust floating in their wake.

Ceral - A passenger cab on a cross country train with a seat by one of the large pane windows. It passes through the mountains and fields and offers ample opportunity for day dreams.

Art style:

Revka - Expressionism, its deep colors saturated in the emotion of the moment

Ceral - Fauvism, fluidity and movement outside of what is perceived to be real but recognized all the same

Mythological creature:

Revka - The Banshee; a shrouded figure seen wandering the fog at night dressed in green, who sings and wails the sorrows of hardship and loss brought upon her house. An omen heralding hardships to come.

Ceral - A nymph of the forest and cool water springs, the embodiment of nature as a source of peace, healing and pleasure.

Piece of stationary:

Revka - A leather bound journal filled with the most precious, secret thoughts of its owner, sturdy but beautifully made with a simple strip of blue ribbon marking its pages.

Ceral - The chaos of a well loved, well used field journal filled with hastily jotted notes, scribbled drawings and the musing of someone who takes their craft seriously - but not necessarily themselves. There are countless doodles, tea stains and bent pages within.

Three emojis:

Revka - 🗡️🔥🪡

Ceral - 🌻🩹✨

Celestial body:

Revka - The Moon; constant, unassuming, but always present and able to be relied on no matter how much it waxes and wanes.

Ceral - The Aurora Borealis; a glimpse into the sheer power surrounding us all that is not always seen, as beautiful and awe inspiring as it would be deadly, if not held in steady, capable hands.

[thedetectiveofinaba]

Character Study: Birds

SPARROW || innocence. big dreamer. waking up too early. walking home. being afraid of meeting new people. slim hands. always cold. reading a book under a tree. the smell of the forest. missing your home.

EAGLE || independent. caring too much for others. sharp looks. walking through the city late at night. the tallest and most spectacular building. iron. being single and okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad.

SWIFT || falling in love easily and heavily. traveler. the infinity of the bluest sky. storms. broken smiles. forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones. feeling out of place. mistrusting people. a fleeting romance.

CROW || feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot. prejudging. tight hugs that leave you breathless. a grey sky. serenity. intelligence. being left behind. chains. smoke. the pride of someone wise.

DOVE || petals. jealousy. being tired of living with the same old faces. whispered secrets. marble. sundresses. white clothes. the first sunset of winter. pride in who you are. learning to get over someone.

SEAGULL || family. golden light. the sea murmuring in your ear. summer afternoons. caramel ice cream. collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures. living breezy and carefree. swimming in the sunlight.

CANARY || artistic. getting excited easily. dancing and singing while you are alone. looking at your friends having fun. no phone. being afraid of judgment. spring. a meaningful gift. the first ray of sunlight.

Tagged by: Stolen from @fatexbound​

Tagging: @chibitantei​, @the-flower-karasu​, @epitomees​ (Chie or Makoto)