#CHOC Walk in the Park

[lalacliffthorne]

a grey windy autumn day requires three things - walks, cinnamon and hugs. ☕️☁️

(this is a public service announcement; the first fall drabble has dropped and I am back on my bullshit. make yourselves some hot choc (with whipped cream), and curl up.)

The wind swept through my hair as I held my face into the strong breeze and closed my eyes, feeling my heart flutter. The leaves of the trees were rustling, the wind so strong, it caused a rushing sound to rise and fall like the ocean as it swayed the branches, whirling golden and red leaves through the air.

It was the kind of wind that was so strong, it felt like it blew away all your worries until you felt light like one of the leaves, weightless and flying.

There was a slow, content sigh next to me, and when I cracked open one eye, Rhys was tipping his face towards the sky, hands buried in his pockets. The wind was tousling his dark hair, but his eyes were closed, face peaceful and relaxed.

Smiling widely, I turned my face into the wind again, breathing out and closing my eyes, feeling my heart soar like the kite a kid was flying down the wide hill.

"Tell me, what is it about autumn that feels like new beginnings?" Rhys' deep mumble made me smile wider.

"Getting philosophical with age, Rhysie?"

Rhys huffed and elbowed me into the side, and I giggled.

Heavy footsteps jogged up the hill to our right. I felt the wind whip through my hair, tearing at my clothes, cool and free.

"You two done meditating?" The deep call sounded just a little breathless as the footsteps slowed into a casual walk.

Grinning without opening my eyes, I tipped my head back a little bit more. Then the footsteps reached my side, and when I turned my head and opened my eyes, Cassian squinted into the pale beam of sunlight that had fought its way through the grey clouds. He was wearing running shoes, wide joggers and a skintight thermo longsleeve, the tip of his nose slightly pink as he sniffled and sent me a toothy grin, dimples forming in his cheeks. The wind was whipping through the dark strands of his hair that had come undone, and I bumped my elbow into his side and handed him the hoodie he had thrown at me the second time he'd jogged past and that I'd hugged to my chest to keep my hands warm.

Tugging it over his head, Cass buried his hands into the pockets and moved to tower next to me, blinking into the wind. Even after running four laps around the whole park I'd need more than an hour to cross at a leisurely pace, he was just barely out of breath. "What are we doing?"

"Nothing." Exhaling softly and closing my eyes again, I felt my shoulders relax and smiled when the wind blew through my hair, carrying the sent of moss and leaves.

Cassian huffed, and his biceps bumped into my shoulder. Then he sighed deeply, and when I cracked open an eye for just a second, he had his head tipped back and was squinting into the sky, a calm look on his face.

For a few minutes, no one spoke. The wind rushed through the leaves of the trees behind us, whipping my hair around my face, the sun fighting its way through the thick clouds and disappearing again. Then Cassian sniffled.

"Alright, that was fun, let's go." I could feel him turn and broke into a laugh, and when I opened my eyes, Cass was grinning, his shoulders pulled up against the wind, nose crunched.

"Fine." I bumped my shoulder into his side, then I turned around. The boys followed me onto the small trail leading over the hill, then Rhys looked down at me and offered me his elbow, and I smiled widely and linked my arm through his. Cassian sniffled against the cold, waiting until I had slipped my hand into the crook of his elbow as well before tucking his arms in tightly, leaning into me heavily. I broke into a giggle fit, nearly tumbling into Rhys' side, and Cass grinned and straightened again, squinting into a ray of sunlight. "Fuck, it's cold."

"I know..." Sighing happily, I leaned my head back. "I love it."

By the time we turned into our street, we were windswept, Rhys' nose was as pink as Cassian's, and I was finally just a little too cold.

Waiting until Rhys had checked the mailbox, I darted past Cassian when he opened the front door, shivering dramatically as I skipped up the stairs after Rhys and hopping on the spot when he unlocked the door to the flat. Then I squeezed past him and groaned happily when warmth hit my face. "Yesss..."

Cassian snickered, kicking off his shoes, and Rhys grinned, letting the door fall shut. For a second, there was chaos as everyone got rid of shoes, jackets and scarves, then Rhys stepped into the kitchen and Cassian headed for the bathroom. My eyes got caught on a pair of black boots next to my sneakers, then I shivered and darted towards my door.

When I emerged again a few minutes later, I was wearing soft pyjama pants, bundled up in a t-shirt that smelled like it might be Rhys', a thick sweatshirt and fluffy socks. The shower was running, and the smell of hot chocolate wafted through the air. Feeling my heart thrum happily, I slid down the hall, giggling to myself, before shuffling into the kitchen.

Rhys was standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot, and I squeezed past him and huddled into my sweatshirt, pressing my nose against the window. The sky had gotten even darker, the wind whipping leaves through the street, and as I watched, the first drops of rain hit the window.

Rhys grumbled a curse, and when I unstuck myself from the window and looked over my shoulder, he glared into the cookie jar. "I need to start hiding these."

Propping an an arm onto his shoulder, I rose to the tip of my toes to peak into the jar. It was empty except for some crumbs at the bottom.

"Huh." Looking up at him, I felt a slow, mischievous smile spread over my face. "Do we have cinnamon?"

"Of course." Rhys crunched his brows and closed the jar. "What do you take me for, an amateur?"

"Never." I squinted. "So does that mean we have butter, and flour, and yeast?"

Rhys blinked, then he looked down at me. I raised my brows, slowly starting to smile widely.

"Hey, it's autumn. And it's cold. It's sort of the only logical thing to bake -"

"Cinnamon rolls,", we finished in unison, and Rhys started smirking and pinched my nose.

"Sneaky."

"Shneaky." I plopped back down onto my heels, poking his side. "You get the ingredients, I get the utensils?"

"Deal." Rhys slipped an arm around my waist and easily slid me out of the way, then he opened the cabinets, and I turned to pull the big bowl from the shelf.

When Cassian emerged in the doorway a while later, Rhys had just turned off the stand mixer, spreading a towel over the bowl and sliding into the warm oven. The speakers were playing my autumn playlist, the candles were flickering and raindrops pounded against the windows.

"Whipped cream?" I squinted in concentration as I poured hot chocolate into a mug.

"Are you kidding?" Cassian crunched his brows and placed a palm on my head as Rhys opened a cabinet, gently pulling me out of the way and into his chest to keep me from a head bump. "Of course, sweetheart, where's the fucking fun without?"

"Hey, at least you earned it, you ran more miles today than I did the last year,", I mumbled drily.

"Fuck that, man, I'd have hot chocolate with whipped cream even if I'd been lying on the couch the past year." Cassian took the mug I handed him and dropped his head to press a dramatic kiss onto my hair, and I giggled.

"Hey, is Az still in his room?" Cass pushed past me, plopping onto the couch and licking some whipped cream off his thumb.

"I don't know, his boots are at the door though." Rhys dropped the last spoon into the dishwasher. Then he straightened and raised his brows at me, his eyes twinkling. "Mind checking on him, love? You're the one least likely to be scowled at."

Cassian chuckled, and I rolled my eyes and turned around, trying to fight the skip in my chest and biting down a ridiculously wide smile.

The sound of the music and Rhys's and Cassian's deep voices softened when I stepped into the hall. Azriel's jacket was there too, just like his helmet, and I slipped my sweater sleeves over my hands before gently knocking at his door.

There was no answer, and I carefully opened it and stuck my head into the room. "Az?"

My gaze flickered over the unmade bed over to the desk, and something in my chest skipped softly.

The lamp next to the desk was switched on, and its warm golden light dunked Azriel's face in shadows, illuminating the planes of his cheekbones, his straight nose and the crease between his brows as he glowered at the screen of his laptop.

He'd decided to make use of the abysmal weather of the past few days and sort his photographs. They had taken over his bedroom lately, flowing out of the boxes on his shelves, covering ever available surface. Just yesterday, his carpet had looked like a whole family's photographical evidence of twenty years had thrown up over his bedroom floor.

Now, most photographs had been sorted back into their boxes. A few stacks were still laying around and covering his desk, and I spotted a few sticking out of books, but it felt more like the organised chaos I was used to.

I loved stumbling upon pictures when reading Azriel's books, just opening another page and a photograph falling into my lap, often random snap shots of the boys or me.

But even though his room was back to his usual state, Azriel was brooding over his laptop. Judging by the scowl on his face, sorting through the digital copies he'd assembled was not as easy as organising the physical ones.

"Hey."

Azriel blinked, then he looked over his shoulder, and for a second, the grumpy look on his face deepened like he was getting ready to glower at whoever dared to interrupt him.

But then his eyes found me, half hanging through the door and sending him a cheeky smile, and his gaze softened. The crease between his brows smoothed over lightly, and his eyes, looking a little tired, dragged over my face like he had not just seen me this morning, causing my heart to leap gently into my throat.

Like he'd heard it, one corner of Azriel's lips curved just barely until the ghost of a crease formed in his cheek. Then he blinked and lightly raised a brow.

"What happened to not letting anyone interrupt me?"

His low, deep voice sent shivers down my spine, rough from disuse and vibrating with lazy amusement, and I shrugged and pushed the door open wider, sending him a crooked, cheeky smile.

"I said I wouldn't let the boys interrupt you, I never said anything about me."

Azriel slowly leaned back in his chair, lightly shifting his shoulders and stretching his neck as he sent me a light smirk, his amber eyes starting to twinkle a little as they dragged over my face. "Didn't you?"

Grinning, I hummed and shuffled over the hardwood floors until I was behind him. Then I slid my arms around his shoulders and squeezed tightly, exhaling and dropping my chin into the crook of his neck.

"Judging by the way you're glaring at the screen, it's not going well?"

Azriel breathed a huff, the light illuminating the deep furrow between his brows as he glowered at his laptop, his hand coming up to wrap around my wrist. His large palm was warm and his skin rough against mine as his thumb started to absentmindedly swipe over my pulse.

"Nope."

I winced and pressed my nose into his neck. "Sorry."

Azriel made a soft sound, but his body seemed to relax a little, melting back into mine even as his eyes kept glaring softly at the screen.

"Maybe it's time for a break?" I tipped my head to the side and raised my brows with a crooked, cheeky smile, something thrumming steadily against my ribs as my eyes flickered over Azriel's dark brows, the line of his lips and curve of his sharp jaw. "Cause right now, you look like you might just throw this thing out of the window any second."

Azriel huffed, but the corner of his lips quirked. My heart skipped into my throat at the sight of the crease appearing in his cheek, and quickly, I leaned forward, pressing my lips onto the dimple.

Something rose under my ribs, swelling when I felt the crease deepen. Then a soft chuckle vibrated through Azriel's body, and when I pulled back, my heart thrumming and breath catching as I started to grin at him, he shook his head slightly, his lips curving as he craned his neck a little to stare at me.

"You're not playing fair." His low, deep voice lazily rumbled through me, and something dipped over at the smirk tugging at his lips and his eyes burning into mine.

I shrugged and propped my chin onto his shoulder, blinking up at him innocently even as I fought a smile. "Is it working?"

Azriel stared at me, his smile deepening. Then he raised a brow. "If I promise to not throw anything, are you gonna let me finish?"

I squinted.

"How about a deal? You don't throw anything, and I will leave you alone until the cinnamon rolls are done. But when they are, you're finished for today, and you're gonna leave your little hole and play a game with us or something." I felt my lips curve slowly. "Deal?"

Azriel's gaze flickered over my face, and his amber eyes slowly started to twinkle until my breath caught in my throat. Then one corner of his lips curved, and his deep, rough voice vibrated through me.

"Deal."

Staring back, I felt my smile widen until it was bright and Azriel's eyes zeroed in on my lips, something sparking in the amber. His hand wrapped tighter around my wrist, and before I could even think about straightening up, he leaned in.

His nose brushed against mine and my heart caught in my throat. Then Azriel slowly, lazily pressed his lips onto mine.

My breath hitched, and without prompt, without as much as a thought, my body melted into him. My hand slipped up to curl into his hair, then I kissed back slowly, coaxing a soft, deep sound from Azriel's throat. His rough fingers slipped up my arm, causing heat to spread in their wake, then they cupped the side of my neck, his thumb slowly brushing down my throat, causing something to stagger under my ribs.

When I pulled back, my heart was pounding against my ribs, my throat was dry, and my head swimming. Swallowing softly, I blinked, and Azriel's gaze dragged over my face, golden, feverish, twinkling.

Barely biting back the ridiculously wide smile suddenly threatening to break over my face, I quickly leaned forward to press a kiss onto Azriel's cheek. Then I pushed myself up, squeezing his shoulders. "If you're not out by the time the rolls are ready, I'll send Cassian to get you."

Azriel huffed, but his lips were curving into a grin when he bumped his shoulder against my hip. Then he straightened again, and grinning widely, I turned around.

When I threw a quick look back at the door, he was staring after me, the ghost of a crease in his cheek, his smirk lazy and a twinkle in his eyes that caused my heart to leap.

By the time the rolls were glazed and finished, Azriel was sitting behind me on the couch, his head leaned back against the backrest, tired eyes twinkling as he stared at Rhys and Cassian bickering over the remote. Rain was drumming against the windows, the candles flickering on the coffee table as I sank my fork into the sweet smelling bun on my plate and turned to offer Az a piece, feeling him pull me closer as he propped his chin onto my shoulder and wordlessly accepted the bite even as his eyes twinkled like the flames.

Feeling my grin widens, I curled into him and sighed happily, breathing in the smell of cinnamon and chocolate. Then I huffed and felt my brows crunch as I stared at Cassian throwing a pillow at Rhys' head.

"Can we give them up for adoption or something?"

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[yuyubeans]

first date

pairing: date with fem!seonghwa

genre: fluff

wc: ??

as you nervously waited for Seonghwa, thinking about the date youd planned and agreed to about a week ago... you couldn't help but feel a flutter of fear at the thought of him hating it

but when he arrived, his smile calming your nerves instantly. he was wearing a small blazer and a dark velvet skirt, he looked beautiful, his hair in loose waves that framed his delicate face.

you both started your evening with a little stroll through the park, the sounds of laughs and giggles with the crunch of leaves mixed. his hand quickly found yours, the delicate touch warming you both up as you walked hand in hand, lost in conversation.

and as it started to drizzle with rain, you made it to a cozy little cafe tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. The scent of freshly brewed tea filled the air, soft jazz music playing in the background. hwas eyes lit up when you bought him one of those stupidly expensive decadent desserts they leave in the windows, and you couldn't resist ordering a few to share.

Sitting hip to hip, you talked until the café closed, mostly about bad dates and your favourite treats, you both felt your little spark growing. seonghwas laughter was beautiful, finding yourself looking more and more at his lips, esp when he showed you his pretty collection of lipglosses

As the evening drew to a close, you walked back to Seonghwa's apartment, hand in hand. and under the moonglow, he stopped and faced you, his eyes sparkling

"I had the the best time tonight," his delicate voice sending shivers down your spine. "you're so nice, I'm not used to it honestly."

you gently cupped his cheek, the warmth of his skin making you smile "it's all because of you... you're so beautiful and sweet," leaning in to press a kiss to his lips, your tongues quickly fighting for power over the other

and in that moment, surrounded by the soft hum of the city, the gentle embrace of the night, and most importantly, eachother, you knew that this was just the beginning of your journey together. with you both by eachothers side, you could face anything, even if he didn't like mint-choc-chip ice cream

a/n: I love mint choc chip ice cream omg

© yuyubeans 2024

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 31

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. Please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: mentions of domestic violence, rape, therapy, depression

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After my second show Jensen picks me up again and he starts driving towards my apartment. But as we drive back through the city streets I spot a gelato place. It’s quiet given the late hour, and I want to stop but I feel guilty. Jensen notices my sudden silence and glances over. We pass the shop and my shoulders sink, but I try to shake it off. To my surprise, he takes a U-turn at the next intersection and pulls into a park.

As he shuts of the engine he says, “Let’s go for a walk.”

“But-”

“Nope. No buts. Let’s go. It’s quiet out.” He swings his door open and I have no choice but to follow. We walk side-by-side through the surprisingly quiet streets and gaze through the dark store windows. Eventually we get a crosswalk that leads to the gelato store I spotted. He takes my hand and we cross together. We both scan the multitude of flavors before he steps forward and orders a double scoop cone with mint choc chip and chocolate. He then looks over at me for my order. I step forward and order a single scoop cone with cookies and cream ice cream with a strawberry on top. He swipes his card to pay for our order and we watch as we wait for our order. 

As we’re waiting I hear a familiar voice call out my name. I turn quickly and spot my younger colleague sitting at a booth with a few friends. She climbs over a guy and comes over to us. “You told me you didn’t recognise him! Did Stewie tell you to show him around? Why you?”

I look over at Jensen apologetically and he just smiles and hold his hand out to Jenna. “I’m Jensen, nice to meet you…”

I step in to introduce them. “Jensen, this is Jenna. She works at Mamma Jo’s with me.” I then turn to Jenna. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth, but you have to understand that we didn’t want this getting out. He deserves a quiet holiday without getting mobbed by paps and fans.”

The server calls out our order and I turn to grab it while Jensen takes a selfie with her. I sigh, but I can help but be in awe of how nice and accommodating he is. Jensen hands her back her phone and I hand over his gelato. Jenna thanks Jensen and turns, but then turns back to me and says, “Guess it really pays to be the manager, huh?

I badly want to tell her the truth but I’m too scared, I just nod and say, “You have a good night. I’ll see you on Monday.”

I quickly leave the store and speed walk in the direction of the car. Jensen rushes after me and unlocks the car once I’m close. I get in and finally take a deep breath. I can feel the cold, sticky sweet dripping down the cone and onto my hand and I can’t stop the tears. I hate hiding and lying and now I hate that I’m wasting Jensen’s money. After a few moments he finally gets in the driver’s seat. He hands me some napkins I didn’t realize he grabbed. I pass him the cone so I can wipe up the mess. Onc e I've gotten most of it he hands it back and I try to eat it. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have forced that. I just really wanted to do something normal and I could tell you wanted gelato. I’m sorry if I put you in a bad situation with your work.”

I shake my head. “It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have lied to her, but what could I say…”

“Yeah…it will be great when we can just come clean to everyone. But no stress okay, we’ll work it out until you’re ready.”

”I think it’s gonna be out of our hands…if we keep going out like this it’s inevitable that there’s gonna be photos and people sharing stories online.”

“You’re probably right…Im sorry…”

After swallowing a bite of decadent waffle I look over at him and say, “but you know it’s not even that…what I wanted more than anything was to set Jenna straight. Apologise, and open up and say us being there had nothing to do with work. That instead of her seeing us together and thinking I’m your tour guide it could just be as simple as two people hanging out together. That I could have a label to give her. Are we friends? Are we more than that? I mean, with kiss, cuddle, we had more than one sit down meal together, we’ve slept in the same bed…but because I’m so fucking terrified of- Shit, I’m sorry. You don’t need to listen to this…let’s just finish this and then you can drop me off at the Subway or whatever.” 

He places his free hand on my knee, but I keep my focus on what’s left of the sweet treat. “Firstly, there’s no need to apologise, if you need to vent, vent. I can listen. I am just a guy, you let me be that. So, friends, more than friends, it doesn’t make a difference. I can be here for you and listen and things will evolve at a safe pace. One that you’re comfortable with. And secondly, there’s no way in hell I’m dropping you off at the Subway at this hour. I know you take it when I’m not here and I can’t do anything about that, but we have a car tonight, so I’m not doing that to you. My best offer is that I’ll drive you back to your apartment and walk you inside or take you to Stella’s. You don’t have to spend the night with me, but you shouldn’t be alone right now.”

Silence falls over the car as we both finish our gelatos. Once Jensen takes the last bite he turns on the engine and pulls out of the park. He expertly navigates back to my apartment with some help from his GPS and walks me up to my door. When I lock it and open it my eyes instantly fall on that couch again before drifting over to the counter. Terrible memories that I’ve been working so hard to repress flashback through my mind and I know Stella was right. Everything now is about so much more than just Todd. 

I startle from my dreamless sleep at the sound of the door slamming. I try to squeeze my eyes shut and calm my breathing. I listen carefully as each boot hits the tiles with a thud, followed by his bag. Next the fridge opens and shuts. Then, the sound in most terrified of: the sliding doors crash back into the wall sockets. Light instantly floods the room except for in his shadow. I stare at the dark looming presence on the wall in front of me. I don’t dare move. But he doesn’t leave me a choice. He grabs my arm, my skin burning in the worst possible way, and yanks me to my feet in front of him.

”The fridge is empty. I work terrible goddamn hours, dealing with drunken idiots, the least I deserve is to come home to a meal and a welcome home kiss from my girlfriend. Instead what? You’re off trying to live some lackadaisical dream about becoming a broadway star. I never should’a put that idea in your head!” I can smell the alcohol on his breath the second he opens his mouth. Before I have a chance to respond, not that I know what to say, he pulls me out of the room and pushes me harshly against the kitchen and I slam into the counter. But I don’t have time to focus on the newest bruise forming before he’s spitting orders out at me.

I try to throw together the semblance of a meal, but he’s right the fridge is basically empty. Our measly wages barely cover the rent and utilities, not to mention his extracurriculars. I knew he was a sucker for a good bet way back in Texas, but since moving to New York he’s only gotten worse. And he never wins, so there’s nothing left for groceries. Still I obediently do my best and take the blame. His hours do trump my few at the coffee shop so I should be trying harder. As he eats and I clean up I look down at the red marks and forming bruises on my arm and I know no one will ever hire a lead who looks like this. But that far fetched dream is all I have left, so I cling to it. It quickly fades as his empty plate clatters into the sink, hitting my hand as it does. 

“Now was that so hard?” He hisses as he gets up and storms into the ensuite. Once he’s out of sight I finally let the tears fall.

“Y/N, Darlin’. You okay? Where’s your head at?” I’m brought back into the moment by gentle hands on my upper arms and a comforting voice. I blink a few times to push away the memory and focus on Jensen’s concerned features. I shake my head as I feel tears prick at my eyes and dampen my cheeks. He softly pulls me into a hug with my head against his chest. “You’re safe. Just stay right here with me in this moment. I’ve got you.”

After a few minutes, I gently try to pull back and he lets me. But as my gaze settles past him, I feel myself falling back into those traumatic memories—memories that I’d pushed so far down for so long. I know the only way through is to face them, and I will, with help of my new therapist, not tonight. I wipe at my cheeks and say, barely above a whisper, “C-Can w-e go to your h-hotel? I can’t-“

He instantly nods. “Of course. Whatever you need.”

An hour later we’re cuddling on the couch in his fancy hotel room, having showered and changed into comfy clothes that could resemble pyjamas. He has his arms wrapped around me as he pulls my back against his chest. He just holds me and I feel so safe in his strong arms. He doesn’t force me to talk and try to change the subject, he just holds me silently and waits patiently for me. I lose track of how long we stay like this before I finally feel comfortable enough to talk. “I’m sorry about before…I just-I have been avoiding certain memories for so long. Pushing them down, trying to pretend it didn’t happen. And I guess with the recent…events and starting therapy they’re resurfacing. There’s other things that happened in that apartment…between me and my ex that no one knows. Things that he did…said…the way he was. Stella knows a little, but I left out a lot of the details. The reason that I have trust issues, the reason the littlest things send me into a meltdown, the reason I’m terrified of how I feel about you…” As I finish talking I look over my shoulder to see his reaction. 

He just squeezes me the slightest bit tighter. “I’m not gonna lie…part of me wants you to tell me everything so I can share the burden. But I know it doesn’t work like that. You need to process it on your terms. I know even just saying what you did was a massive step for you. So, you’re doing great. And I’ll be here when you’re ready to share more.”

“Thanks.”

“Anytime, Darlin’. Whatever you need, I’m here. But I uh…I do wanna say something and I hope you’ll just listen and really consider it.” I sit up a little so I can look at him better. Once I’m still he continues, “I don’t think you should be alone in that apartment, especially at night. I know it’s got security now so it’s safer, but they can’t protect you from your thoughts. Whatever memories were haunting you tonight. You had a full panic attack, and I just don’t want you to have to go through that alone daily. I deliberately booked this hotel because of its proximity to yours…I can extend the booking for a few weeks or however long you need. I just want you to be comfortable and safe. I know I can’t fight your demons for you, but if I can offer this while you work through them.”

“But, Jensen I can’t-I can’t pay for it. And you-you need your money. You already have a place in Vancouver and Texas, you can’t…”

He rubs his hands gently up and down my arms. “In Vancouver I share an apartment with Jared, it’s less lonely that way and we get along great, like brothers really. So rent’s cheap enough. And I own my place in Texas, and since I’m barely there the utilities are low. I can afford this. My parents are always on my back about investing well for the future and not wasting my money. And I have. And this may be too soon to tell you or too much and I’m sorry if it is, but I want you in my future. And so I’m willing to invest in that. In you. In your most valuable asset…in your mental health.”

“Why me? I know I’ve asked before but I just-“

“It’s okay, I get it. It’s the fears, trust issues, the insecurities you mentioned. I’ll answer anything you need. Any reassurances you need to know I’m not messing with you. You remind me of home. You remind me who I was before the so called fame and craze that being Dean Winchester has thrown me into. I love Dean, I love the show, the fans all of it, it's a dream come true. But I also miss just being me. And with you I can just be me, a regular guy from Texas with a crush and a dream. And you inspire me, you remind me why I went into acting in the first place. Watching you up on stage and working so hard for your dream, it reminds me of my roots and keeps me grounded. And I want to share those passions with you. And you have a big heart, you always care for others before yourself. But now it’s time to care for you, and I know it’s hard, so I’m gonna be here every step of the way, to give you every chance to care for yourself the way you need and deserve.”

I tear up a little at his sentiments. Even in the early stages Trent and Tyler never said anything so meaningful. I can’t recall a time I’d ever felt this way, except maybe from my parents and that's different because they’re my parents, or Stella, but even that’s different, she’s my best friend. As if he can see my mind drifting again, he brings my hand up to his lips and kisses my wrist softly before just holding it against his lips.

“I can feel your heart racing,” he whispers.

I look at him and smile. “You really are a Pisces…” His eye brow lifts up in confusion, so I continue, “During a break from wedding planning, Stella looked up your star sign, she’s a sucker for all that stuff. I wasn’t sure if I really believed it, but yours definitely fits. You’re clearly very creative based on your acting skills, and you’re very in tune with your emotions. No guy has ever opened up with me the way you do. Nick and Stella are great together yet even she says he’s a man of few words. He shows his love in actions. You do both —not that I’m saying you love me— just you show you care by showing up, but you also talk in the way I need. I never thought I’d meet someone like that.”

“I guess I’ve always been a bit of an empath and comfortable with my emotions. I think it’s part of what makes me good at my job too, but I’m more glad that it helps you feel comfortable. And I won’t say that word yet, not until I know you’re ready to hear it and believe it…but I’m sure you know.”

I just nod and relax back into his arms. After some time of quiet I decide to try to open up. “Earlier, when I had that panic attack I wasn’t seeing the incident with Todd. It was my ex, Tyler. He used to come home late, tired and frustrated. And one night after a rough day, I’d failed one of my classes and got some harsh feedback from a tutor saying acting wasn’t my field and that I should consider a different dream, and so I came home and just went to bed. We had no food anyway since she barely had any money since he was a taxi driver and I was doing minimal hours at the cafe and he was addicted to gambling. But when he got home…he woke me up and made me make him dinner. But he didn’t just ask, he used to yank or push me around. That particular night he pushed me so hard I slammed into the counter. I was so covered in bruises, but he made me believe it was all my fault. If I was a better girlfriend he wouldn’t have to discipline me and continually teach me to be better.”

“I’m so sorry you went through that. I hope you know now that’s not true. You don’t owe anyone anything. You're not a child, neither were you one then you didn’t need teaching. And what he did was not discipline, not that he had any right to discipline you anyway. None of that was your fault, there was and is nothing wrong with you.”

“I’m learning that now. But it was hard then. He was a little older so I looked up to him. I trusted him. So I believed everything he said, until I caught him in our bed with someone else. I mean, I knew he was sleeping with other women, that wasn’t a surprise, he’d just never brought them back to our place before. He’d generally go back to their place.”

“And what, he fed you some shit about not being built for monogamy? Said he loved you but he needed more to be satisfied?” I stay quiet. “Well, that’s complete bullshit okay. Men, women, anyone can be monogamous if they care enough about that person. And if your partner isn’t satisfying you you either need to have an adult conversation about it, or buy a toy.” He sighs and then more quietly says, “Sorry, it’s just…I’ve known guys like that in the past and they really piss me off. I get polygamy is a thing, but only if it’s fully consensual, and I don’t believe that you gave full, knowing consent. You were gaslighted and manipulated.”

I shake my head. “I kinda knew…and I was glad. Because it meant I didn’t have to, you know. He wanted things that I wasn’t comfortable giving and more often than I could. So honestly I was a little relieved at first. But when his moods didn’t improve and he got more violent and demanding in other ways, I just thought I was failing in every way.”

“Oh Darlin’. He failed you, not the other way around. Relationships are a two way street, if you’re not both comfortable then neither should be.”

I roll over in his arms so I can face him. “Please don’t ever change.” In my head, I can imagine a happy future with the green-eyed man under me. I know it would involve a lot of long distance given our career choices, but at least I trust he would never hit me or force himself on me or deliberate hurt me in anyway. It feels like such a low bar, but given my past it’s everything.

He leans forward waiting mere inches from my lips waiting for me to make the final move. I close the distance. When he pulls back softly he whispers, “I’ll try not to.” He lays his head back against the armrest and guides his hands up and down my back, encouraging me to snuggle back down. I rest my hands against his sides and my head on his chest. We lay quietly like this until my eyes drift closed and my breath evens out.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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[saintescuderia]

welcome to the mini series of the random, mindless thoughts had by a poet disguised in an orange jumpsuit watching cars speed by all weekend. enjoy!

--- note: 5am starts, 7pm finishes. all four days. gotta love formula 1!

thursday: media day!

i want the ferrari jacket

there are school kids here?

i don’t want the ferrari jacket

$7 for a small can of red bull is THEFT

especially since they broke the cost cap

me walking through the “accredited personnel” gate and tapping my special lanyard is a CORE memory

i think my uber driver dropped me off on the opposite side of the track

*stressing about being unable to admire the sights of albert park bc i’m stress-running from the opposite end of the track to my station*

pls don’t be a dick and say i’m late - i know

how is a 5am wake up not early enough HOW?

“last year i was stationed at the corner where charles spun out.”

sole thought = 💀💀💀💀

i. fucking. love. cars.

the whole SENSORY experience of a race ffffffffffffuuuuuck

“be careful taking pictures because that security camera is on us and is straight to race control and the FIA.” is such a cool sentence to hear

a porsche gtr should not be covered with branding idc

i’m definitely going to abuse caffeine this weekend

friday: FP1 / FP2

the sun is rising over the lake as i walk on the albert park track and i’m happy to be alive

especially as i found a toilet that isn’t a port-a-loo

ah, a cafe that does good decent coffee thank GOD

am i going to pay $10 for a croissant?

i'm going to pay $10 for a croissant.

i lived in paris but this one fresh lune choc croissant has topped it all

no like there will never be another croissant experience to beat me eating a fresh pain au chocolat on a f1 circuit as the sun rises over the water with the melbourne skyline in the background

aramco engineers are walking behind me as i shit talk about f1, nice

“it is an increasingly unique experience peeing in a port-a-loo beside a formula one track as cars race by.”

120’000 is a LOT of people

how has the float not broken yet?

metro boomin has released an album as i stand before live formula one. life has PEAKED

fernando alonso is the first F1 driver i ever saw live

there is a shift in formula one as the heritage fans of motor racing are on the out as the next generation of fans absorbed in driver hype and social media takes over and we see this in how F1 has created the new US tracks and made them all into spectacles and fans are here because of it being “cool” instead of caring about cars

… maybe i should buy the redbull jacket instead?

bonus: sole thought during the pitlane walk for the marshals

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

saturday: FP3 / qualifying

the relief of thinking you’re late and then seeing someone you know HA

commentators are now contractually obligated to bring up saudi arabia every time they talk about ollie bearman

jesus they’re as bad as the f1 girlies

i have to watch the grand prix replay after all of this i have no idea what’s actually going on

CHARLES GOES FASTER THAN MAX HA

kimi spinning out has me actively wanting to cry

a safety car FROM THE PIT EXIT

welcome to F2 everyone 👏👏👏

not me lying to the cute irish guy hitting on me about @saintescuderia

a big fat ha at the eshays holding their puffer jackets - even they can’t stand the heat

don’t flex on me that you’re here at F1 when you don’t even know what’s going on yourself bruhhhh

to the red bull fan telling me i’m “dramatic” for rolling under the fence (it’s how marshals have to do it) pls get help

$7 for a calispo is a JOKE

recording F1 quali isn’t even worth it bc they're TOO FAST

JOKES I GOT A PHOTO WITH ALBONO

i’m very lucky for my team of marshals :))))))))))

i’m only going to eat half my muffin

*finishes the whole thing*

sunday: race!

KIMI ANTONELLI!

do i ask for a photo?

*every photo of charles leclerc being abused flashes through my mind*

nah leave him be

five minutes later: i regret not asking him

the group of aussies dressed as lance stroll drunk at 9am have my heart and my respect

i need a coffee

seeing kimi walk right by me has now made so much invested for f2

i really need a coffee

yep they screwed kimi with all those safety cars

i really, really need a coffee

we get to go ON TRACK? for the DRIVERS PARADE

*starts practicing “get well soon” in spanish*

my heart is BEATING

lol jokes carlos didn’t even look at us

*checks footage to see that i accidentally just recorded guanyu zhou next to carlos the whole time :))))*

lol are they putting lewis and charles together all the time?

every marshal: “that was the shittest parade ever.”

i need a drink

pls don’t talk to me for the next two hours

don't meet your heroes kids

but also why the fuck did they do the float in one big car? and do INTERVIEWS? this is legit the one time the drivers can be there JUST for the FANS

F1 can PISS OFF

race start = okay it's happening

waitwaitwaitwaitWAITDIDIJUSTSEECARLOSOVERTAKEMAX?!

nevermind i love him

"race control has asked that you calm down, marshals are supposed to be neutral."

lol at the entirety of albert cheering that max is slowly coming to a DNF

mclaren swapping oscar for lando is DISGUSTING fuck zak brown

somehow, i've forgotten that charles is just there

SEND IT CARLOS VAmos

(this is all because i told you que te mejores pronto!)

daniel ricciardo....man..... aus gp can't market you like this.......

damn yuki got HANDS

ferrari and mclaren having the top 4 places is just *chefs kiss*

lewis just had to stall just pass my sector like i hope ur okay but couldn't u not be ok in front of me?

red bull deserves this after all the FLACK i've copped from red bulls fans ("dramatic" MY ASS)

wait george russell ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

singapore all over again. i can already see the memes.

somehow marshalling a gp has you closer and more removed from the whole thing i have no idea what's going on

(literally the only time i used my F1TV live timing)

finishing after the safety car means i can't stick my head out and clap for carlos FUCK OFF

wait, he came up right UP TO MY SIDE OF THE TRACK TO WAVE

... do you think he noticed me?

[musingsofametamorphosis]

Okay, so I thought this would be fun to look back on next year! I had the thought to fill out all of our fave things/what were liking at this current moment and time, with some 'this or that's also. Think of it kinda like a myspace survey bc those were soooo fun to do. I'm going to cut and paste the questions twice with our names, and we can both edit this post and add our answers. HOW FUN :)

Kara

Favorites: 1. color- purple or blue I can’t pick 😭 2. season- harddddd but fall 3. drink- tea 4. savory food- steak 5. sweet food- chocolate in any form 6. dessert- hot chocolate with whip atm 7. celebrity male&female- cillian murphy & female is HARDDDD to chose. Too many omg. Maybe Rachel McAdams or the Olsen twins and their sister Elizabeth. Or I like Amy Adams. Shit too many. 8. movies- Minority Report, Matrix are some of the first to come to mind. 9. shows- Peaky Blinders, Dexter, Fleabag, Will & Grace 10. musicians- Leonard Cohen 11. song- Bad Memories-Meduza 12. dream vacation- Swiss Alps 13. activity/hobby- Reading 14. guilty pleasures- sweets 🍭 15. scent- Vanilla 16. comfort things- pajamas 17. clothing item- sweatshirt 18. app- Libby 19. shower/beauty products- Raw Sugar 20. actor & actress- same as celebs 21. restaurant- brazeiros 22. coffee/drink order- chai latte 23. animal- Wolf or Lion 24. flower type- Rose 25. holiday- Halloween 26. number- 17 27. day of the week- Sunday 28. room in the house- My bedroom or by the fire 29. ice cream flavor- Black Raspberry Chip 30. pizza toppings- tomato banana peppers olive 31. book(s)- Bear and the Nightingale 32. place to shop- Vendors Village 33. sunny day activity- Walking a trail 34. rainy day activity- listening to it from bed 35. plans to have for the day- Family park day

THIS or THAT:

Vanilla or chocolate? Vanilla Sweet or salty? Sweet Sour or spicy? Sour Chicken or beef? Chicken Hot chocolate or coffee? Hot choc Beach or mountains? Mountains Hiking or swimming? Swimming Ketchup or mustard? Mustard Hotel or Airbnb? Hotel Dogs or cats? Dogs Phone call or texting? Text Bath or shower? Shower Giving or recieving? Giving Delivery or dine in? Dine in Tacos or sushi? Tacos Movies or tv show? Movie Long hair or short hair? Short Gold or silver jewelry? Gold Visit future or go back in time? Backkkkkk Be too cold or be too hot? Too hot Lose your phone or lose your wallet? Lose wallet Be a mind reader or have photographic memory? Mind reader Play arcade games or board games? Board Be a celebrity or MEET your fave celeb? Meet Free clothes forever or free beauty products? Clothes Morning or evening? Evening Indoor or outdoor? Outdoor Plane to another country or cruise to another? Plane Inner tubing or jetskiing? Inner tube Visit ancient monuments or art museums? Ancient monument Be a fast swimmer or fast runner?fast runner Read minds or be able to fly? Read minds Lose your eyesight or lose your hearing? Lose hearing Vintage style or modern style? Vintage Cook or clean? Clean Live in africa or live in europe? Honestly depends what country! tea on the balcony or lemonade in the garden? Lemonade in garden ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Courtney

Favorites: 1. color- blue 2. season- fall, spring comes in 2nd 3. drink- Dr Pepper 4. savory food- spaghetti and garlic bread 5. sweet food- chocolate 6. dessert- cookies 7. celebrity male&female- Billie eillish, Theo James, brad Pitt, Dermot kennedy, Megan fox, Selena Gomez, Gordon Ramsay 8. movies- coraline, the notebook, Cinderella story 9. shows- tell me lies & mandalorian 10. musicians- Billie & tate mcrae 11. song- birds of a feather & chihiro 12. dream vacation- Ireland 13. activity/hobby- reading and coloring 14. guilty pleasures- lots of sweets 15. scent- vanilla 16. comfort things- fireplace videos & hot showers 17. clothing item- crewneck sweatshirt & fuzzy socks 18. app- TikTok 19. shower/beauty products- dove bar soap, castor oil, laneige lip mask, argan oil for hair 20. actor & actress- grace van patten & Theo James 21. restaurant- Jersey mikes, Maira Mediterranean 22. coffee/drink order- iced blondie w oat milk and extra shot 23. animal- monkeys and bears 24. flower type- lily 25. holiday- birthdays 26. number- 333 27. day of the week- Wednesday 28. room in the house- Scarlett’s room 29. ice cream flavor- buckeye blitz 30. pizza toppings- sausage onion black olive 31. book(s)- dowry of blood 32. place to shop- target, tj maxx, vendors village 33. sunny day activity- a walk or poolside 34. rainy day activity- good snacks & comfort film 35. plans to have for the day- getting a fun drink, going thrifting w Scarlett, sandwich for lunch

THIS or THAT:

Vanilla or chocolate? Chocolate Sweet or salty? Sweet Sour or spicy? Spicy Chicken or beef? Beef Hot chocolate or coffee? Coffee Beach or mountains? Mountains Hiking or swimming? Hiking Ketchup or mustard? Mustard Hotel or Airbnb? Airbnb Dogs or cats? Cats Phone call or texting? Text Bath or shower? Shower Giving or recieving? Giving Delivery or dine in? Dine in Tacos or sushi? Tacos Movies or tv show? Movies Long hair or short hair? Long Gold or silver jewelry? Silver Visit future or go back in time? Back Be too cold or be too hot? Cold Lose your phone or lose your wallet? Wallet Be a mind reader or have photographic memory? Mind reader Play arcade games or board games? Board games Be a celebrity or MEET your fave celeb? Meet Free clothes forever or free beauty products? Clothes Morning or evening? Mornings Indoor or outdoor? Outdoor Plane to another country or cruise to another? Cruise Inner tubing or jetskiing? Jet ski Visit ancient monuments or art museums? Monument Be a fast swimmer or fast runner? Runner Read minds or be able to fly? Flying Lose your eyesight or lose your hearing? Hearing Vintage style or modern style? Vintage Cook or clean? Cook Live in africa or live in europe? Europe tea on the balcony or lemonade in the garden? Tea on balcony

[beardedmrbean]

SANTA ANA, Calif. -- A Placentia, California barber has been charged with murder and torture for allegedly beating a 6-year-old boy to death with a piece of lumber, prosecutors announced earlier this week.

Ernest Lamar Love, 41, has been charged with murder, torture and child abuse causing death, according to the Orange County, California District Attorney's Office. He has pleaded not guilty and is being held without bail.

Prosecutors say 6-year-old Chance Crawford had finished his third day of first grade last week, and was dropped off at Love's barbershop around 6:30 p.m., while his mother, a nurse's assistant, went to work at a hospital. Love was in charge of babysitting Crawford.

Surveillance video allegedly shows Love walking into the barbershop with a "large piece of raw lumber with a reluctant Crawford following behind him."

Prosecutors accuse Love of beating the first-grader with the piece of lumber, then pouring hydrogen peroxide on the open wounds before forcing the boy to do push-ups, sit-ups and jumping jacks until he collapsed. Love allegedly beat the boy after the first-grader wet his pants at a local park, prosecutors said.

Love is accused of carrying Crawford - unconscious and struggling to breathe - into the ER at Children's Hospital of Orange County around 1:30 a.m. Friday.

"Doctors at CHOC discovered that much of Chance's flesh was missing from his buttocks, leaving raw, gaping wounds, along with subdural hematoma, extreme brain swelling, and other injuries consistent with violent shaking," the DA's office said. "The little boy also had healing fracture on his shoulder blade."

Love faces a maximum sentence of 32 years to life plus five years if convicted on all charges.

"Words do not exist to describe the absolute terror this little boy was forced to endure - all at the hands of someone who was supposed to be protecting him, not torturing him to death," District Attorney Todd Spitzer said in a statement.

'No child deserves to get treated like this'

Like most kids, Crawford loved Mickey Mouse. He even had a Mickey Mouse-themed party for his fifth birthday.

"He loved it so much. He has a Mickey Mouse outfit. He was in the Mickey Mouse outfit smiling, always smiling," Crawford's great-aunt Carmen Hill said. "Always, and we won't get to see that smile anymore."

The 6-year-old boy had been in a coma since last Friday, after his family said he was brutally beaten by a friend of his mother, someone she apparently met at church.

Crawford was declared brain dead on Tuesday and taken off life support.

RELATED: Woman with history of child neglect charged with stepson's death

"That kid was sweet," Hill said. "What kind of monster are you?"

"This is killing us slowly because no child deserves to get treated like this," Crawford's cousin Aisha Herrell said.

Herrell said Love took Crawford to the hospital and told staff the boy got injured in a fall. She said hospital staff notified police.

"The more and more that I explain what happened, the more angry I feel," Crawford's father Vance Crawford said.

"Just like why? Why would this happen to him? He didn't get to live the rest of life," Crawford said. "He's 6 years old. I wanted to see my son graduate."

His family now demands justice.

"He lived a happy life. He was great. He was a great kid," Crawford said. "I love my son. I miss him so much. He didn't deserve that."

"He was growing up into a big, beautiful, smart little boy," Herrell said. "We just hate that he's no longer with us."

The family held a vigil Wednesday evening at a park where Crawford had once celebrated a birthday. His cousin Rashedia Diaz described him as sweet and a bundle of joy.

Amid the tears, there was anger after details emerged of how Crawford died.

"It hit me like a ball of fire," the boy's father said. "It's been tragic."

Crawford's family hopes no other child will experience what allegedly happened to the 6-year-old. They're urging parents to always be aware as to who watches their children.

[miguelmeiai]

Life is Strange - What if Esteban hadn't died? - Part III

Esteban drives towards Mount Rainier National Park. Sean looks lost in his thoughts while Daniel plays Minecraft on his phone. ─ Sean, are you okay? You've been quiet, hijo. ─ I'm fine, dad. It's just… a lot has been going on my mind recently. I'm thinking about some things, but I'm okay. ─ If you ever need to talk, I'm right here. ─ Thanks, dad. He decides to stop by a gas station. ─ Okay, hijos. We are having a quick stop to use the bathroom and buy something. He gives Sean twenty dollars. ─ Dad, what is this for? ─ You can buy something for you and Daniel. But please, choose wisely. Money isn't infinite. I wish it were, though. Daniel and Sean enter the little store. ─ Buy some Choc-O-Crisp for me, please, please!!! ─ Come on, Daniel, we need to buy something healthier. ─ But I want… ─ Okay, okay, Daniel… I'll buy one bar of Choc-O-Crisp, okay? ─ Okay… Sean looks at the price. It surprises him. ─ What the f-… this costs seven dollars! Are you sure you really want it? ─ Yeeeah, please, bro…

Sean sighs and takes the bar. ─ Do not ask me for anything else! Sean looks at the food while Daniels walks around the store and meets a man. Sean hears his brother talking to someone and goes after him. ─ Fuck! He approaches Daniel. ─ Daniel, what are you doing? He looks at the man. ─ I'm sorry. He can be annoying sometimes. ─ Annoying? He is quite friendly. And I kind of got carried away. How old is he, by the way? ─ He is nine. ─ I'm almost ten. ─ Still not ten, Daniel. ─ Is his name Daniel? It is a nice name. My name is Brody, by the way. I' am an online traveling journalist. ─ My name is Sean. Oh, if you don't mind me asking… what is an online traveling journalist? ─ Basically a fancy name for someone who drives around in a car and writes about people and stuff he sees. There are a few websites that pay me for it. Nice to meet you both. Are you traveling with your brother? ─ Our dad is with us. ─ Sean! Daniel! ─ Esteban calls them. ─ I think I will go back to work now. I'm already working against a deadline, so... ─ That's okay. ─ Oh, you're here ─ Esteban says as he finds his sons. ─ Look, I found a marshmallow bag. We can't camp without marshmallow. ─ Oh, yeah, dad! ─ Sean agrees. They go to the checkout to pay for what they've bought. The cashier is an old lady. ─ Good morning, guys. ─ Good morning, ma'am ─ Sean answers. ─ Seventeen dollars. Sean gives her the money. ─ Here is your change. His brother hears a dog barking. ─ What is that? ─ He curiously asks. He sees a cute dog. ─ That dog… she needs to find a new home ─ the cashier explains. Daniel looks at his dad and begs. ─ Dad, can we adopt him, please? ─ Wow, I wish we could, but you know I'm allergic to dogs. I wouldn't stop sneezing and coughing. He keeps begging. ─ Pleeease! Sean looks at him. ─ Daniel, come on. Don't you care about our dad's safety? Esteban surrenders. ─ Okay, we can adopt the dog. But you'll have to promise to me that you'll keep everything clean and keep that dog at a safe distance from me. ─ I will, I will! ─ Daniel jumps in joy. ─ I think we are going to need to buy her some food. You can wait for me in the car. ─ Okay, dad. The cashier gives the dog to Daniel. They go outside the store and wait for their dad inside the car. Esteban comes back two minutes later. ─ Great! Now let's get back to the road. He sneezes. ─ Daniel, I told you it wasn't a good idea to… ─ I'm fine, Sean. It's just a sneeze. My allergy isn't actually that bad. I think… He sneezes again.

It's almost 6 PM. Shaun, Daniel, and Esteban are walking through the forest to find a place to camp at. ─ It's getting dark ─ Esteban says. ─ Dad, when I look at those signs, I remember the time when you taught me to read them. Those memories are so important to me. ─ For me too, son. Daniel runs with his dog. ─ Slow down, Daniel! ─ Esteban requests. ─ We are tired of walking already. ─ That enano never runs out of energy. ─ He reminds of me when I was his age. I was unstoppable. I miss those times, when life was easier. ─ Sometimes you just have to slow down and rest a bit, dad. ─ It's hard to find an opportunity to do this, you know. I have a family now, two sons to raise… ─ I appreciate how much you try to be a good dad for Daniel and me, but sometimes you need some time to yourself. Why don't you go out with your friends? You can even go out alone. Sometimes it helps us reorganize our thoughts and… Daniel interrupts them. ─ I need a name for the dog. ─ The dog is yours, so… you choose the name, hermano. ─ What about Mushroom? ─ That's what I call a creative name, son! I'm proud of you ─ Esteban laughs while he hugs Daniel. They find a place to stay the night. Esteban unpacks things and Daniel and Sean go find some wood for the fire.

[mpregspn]

called my little sis to talk some went on a walk through the old town and to the park got a scoop of minc choc ice cream the weather is just perfect i am sitting on a bench next to a pond admiring a very fucked up willow tree. might read the book i brought with me. mental illness who.

[linzsaw]

My Monthly Favs What’s in my cup:

Every morning I drink iced coffee made from my one & only Nespresso machine. The past few months I can’t get enough of the double espresso blend, and then I add a bit of whole milk (happy cows only) and sweet cream. I can’t find anything better from Starbucks or anywhere else. Sometimes if I’m craving a hot drink, I’ll head to Dutch Bros for a hot Carmelizer and it is totally worth the cringy 9 minute forced convo with the DB crew. I also start my day with electrolytes, currently in the watermelon flavor. It’s surprisingly really delicious but I miss the Electrolyte Synergy blend that I was drinking for a long time, which has been sold out for almost a year now. :’)

What’s on my plate:

Dinner lately has been the laziest in America. After our trip, Drew & I either have the same ole chicken, rice and veggies, a spicy “mexican bowl” or some form of pasta, usually with Raos Arriabatta sauce. This week we’ve been stuffing our faces with Trader Joe’s frozen meals. We promise to be better next month, but we are really exhausted and the last thing we feel like planning are meals. However, for the last week of December we actually have some things planned for the holiday weekend. On Friday, we’re hitting up the town as we do every year to walk around and see the lights, and find festive little bars to try out new Christmas cocktails. We plan to spend Christmas with just the two of us. For Christmas Eve we are making our annual corn beef, cabbage and carrots because apparently we are super Irish (confirmed by 23&me which btw leaked all my genes to hackers). On Christmas we are having tri-tip, garlic & butter brussel sprouts, and mashed potatoes. The Christmas cookies we’re making this year include White Chocolate Cherry Shortbread cookies, Peanut Butter Blossoms, & Holly Leaves. Okay and now that I’ve told you all that, the Christmas cocktails we decided on this year are The Mistletoe Kiss (a vodka, soda water, rosemary & cranberry drank) and Bad Santa White Russians. I also heard that Moon X Pinot Noir from Trader Joes was really good and lately the Redvolution just isn’t doing it for me.  Let me know if you want any of these recipes, ladies. I will make sure to find GF, DF, and V options. 

What’s on my bookshelf:

I’ve finished two of the Colleen Hoover books, and now I’m reading another one of hers called Verity. It’s kinda depressing but that’s kinda the vibe as of late so I’m into it. 

What’s in my playlist:

We love the Sia Christmas album. It’s so fun and happy. Believe it or not, Andy introduced me to it lol. It’s so good!! Other songs I’ve been into are I remember everything by Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves. It reminds me of a family member rn which is very depressing to me. Fun to cry to. Bubble - STAYC, Surround Sound - JID 21 Savage, Baby Tate, Adora Hills - Doja Cat. 

What I’m up to:

Making our house into a winter wonderland of lights. Watching hella hallmark movies. Being seriously lazy, not working out or eating healthy. Walks with Snoop around the park. Mandala scratch off nightscapes. Reading at 3am when I was jetlagged. I had a sleep study this month too, no sleep apnea for me, back to mouth taping! It really does help with quality of sleep for me. You should try it! Also magnesium spray on my feet (shout out to Aly). This has helped with my restless leg syndrome that we’ve all experienced. This weekend, we’re making all our foods and cocktails, going downtown, driving around with hot choc to look at lights, and heading up to Rocky Mountain to hike a bunch of mountains. 

Skincare Saviors:

My skin gets so dry in Colorado, its TERRIBLE. And now that I’m saving for a house, I had to break up with my amazing esthetician, who by the way I stole this template from. I’m obsessed with Dermlogica thanks to her. I use a miscellar water if I wore any make-up. If not, I just double clease with my face wash. In the AM I’ll use my Rosehip Triple C+E Firming  Oil, followed by COSRX snail mucin essence, and a magical mix of calm water gel and intensive moisture balance. 

Love you long time,

Li

[heiayen]

HIHI WIFEY!! (clears throat nervously)

if i were dating you...

good morning texts (+reminders that i love u)

tries (and fails miserably) to rizz you up (again) with stupid pick-up lines

random texts just because.

randomly sending you images captioned 'is this us' bcs they reminded me of you

check-ins!

cuddles always sjfhksdjhfkdskf

i'd figure out how to cook all your fav foods && cook them real often :>

i'd learn your native language and surprise you with it!!! not really a surprise if you know now.....

i'd do your eyeliner for you if you'd let me <3

cold days = cuddling w warm blankets n hot choc :> && reading books together!!

&& maybe i'll hum you to sleep... hehe

forehead kisses there is no argument on that

&& i'd literally be down for dates anytime anywhere like oh? you're sad? ok retail therapy let's go!! you don't want shopping? it's alright! we'll go walk around town n people watch! n grab yummy food! lots and lots of yummy food! n if it's night we can stargaze! you can hear me talk about the stars (the sky the stars it's all a gigantic hoax- gets slapped) or if none of that's your fancy, we can just go get like juice n sit in silence until u feel better! n also like amusement parks and ice skating and rock-climbing if those r more your fancy

genshin co-op >:) we can go farm like co-op achievements n get matching namecards or sumn

SPEAKING OF WHICH!! i would totally get us, like, matching jewellery and keychains kajfhsdkjfksdfhksdf

can we get married please

[merryfortune]

Three’s Company (because some things are better odd)

Written for Femslash February 2023

Prompt: Third Wheel

Title: Three’s Company (because some things are better odd)

Ship: Akira/Ichika/Yukari

Fandom: Kira Kira Pretty Cure a la Mode

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,989

Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff, Humour, Misunderstandings, Kissing, Age Difference

   It was really odd, Ichika considered, how Akira and Yukari were paying extra attention to her lately.

   She didn’t really get it but she couldn’t say that she didn’t like it. It was extremely flattering, after all. To have the completely undivided attention of two of the most popular girls in town and having them check in with her about how she was adjusting to high school and if she was coping with homework and her Mother still being away and whatnot. 

   Really, Ichika was the apple of their eyes, she had noticed. She was even the ire of a few other eyes, mostly from the very unrequited and at times unwelcome admirers that both Akira and Yukari had but still. They weren’t untoward to her and Ichika could understand the impulse! She, herself, didn’t know where all this pampering was coming from either but she liked it, she wasn’t going to deny spending time with her friends like that, even if they did run in very different social circles as their time at KiraPati had come to a close it was just… Odd.

   Especially since Akira and Yukari were so naturally lovey-dovey with one another. Ichika couldn’t help but wonder if that made her the third wheel. And what the point of this all was if she was going to be their third wheel.

   It was only once in a while. They had different schedules, after all but if Akira and Yukari could squeeze her in… Ichika was more than happy to tag along. Everything from visiting the park for ice-cream from the ice-cream van or going grocery shopping, it seemed, that Ichika was pleasant company for Akira and Yukari.

   However, Akira and Yukari were not pleasant company for her.

   It was way too embarrassing to be around them when they were off in their own little world together, Ichika thought. She blushed just watching them act like a proper couple. Like holding hands through the park, walking a little too fast for Ichika and when they were sharing flavours, Ichika’s heart could have leapt out of her chest.

   Akira was just so gentlemanly and yet so boyishly cheeky, taking far too big a bite from Yukari’s strawberry and banana double scoop in a waffle cone but Yukari! She was salacious and elegant, licking delicate from Akira’s choc-on-choc-on-choc treat.

   How on Earth was Ichika not expected to melt watching such flirtations. She was no better than her vanilla and sprinkles single scoop watching them, feeling her treat drip down her hand because she was so absorbed by their mood - and when they turned around to notice. Oh, it may as well have been the end of the world when Ichika blushed, averting her eyes and yet Yukari’s enigmatic giggles were perpetual as they continued on this. Well. 

   Actually, Ichika wasn’t sure what it was. It couldn’t have been a date, right? Ichika was there. But it sure was a weird melding of relationships that was happening here in the park. But at least it was a nice day at the park. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, there was a cool breeze. It really would have been a perfect date, Ichika thought, if she wasn’t here third-wheeling the happy couple.

   And going grocery shopping wasn’t all that better, either.

   Ichika was trudging along, pushing the trolley, she wasn’t getting any say in anything. Which made sense. She wasn’t coupled up with Akira and Yukari, after all. She didn’t live with them, though with every essential they tossed in to go to their shared university apartment, they promised Ichika was welcome any time, any hour, any reason. Heck, if she wanted, she could totally come live with them if need be, if she wanted to go to university nearby.

   It was a kind offer but surely it was just that. A kind offer. A sentiment with no real backing behind it.

   Into the trolley went rice that Ichika wasn’t going to eat, flour that Ichika wasn’t going to use, and much, much more. It did sort of remind her of their heyday as the Pretty Cures and working at KiraPati, which was nice and nostalgic, but it was weirdly bittersweet, too.

   And not as weirdly irritating, too. Watching Akira and Yukari continue their honeymooning married couple routine, even in the supermarket, sure was a thing. It almost made Ichika envious. She wanted her hand held, she wanted to be told she was as cute as the mascot character on this cereal box and so on and so forth. Akira and Yukari were really luck to have each other but it did just make Ichika’s arms turn to jelly. Not even with jealousy, they were just really big shoppers.

   At least this time around Ichika didn’t have to pay for the very heavy trolley they ended up with after stalking each and every aisle of the supermarket very carefully. Ichika sighed as they finally made it to the end and Yukari pay-waved all their purchases.

   Next to Ichika, where she was slumped over the trolley, Akira put her hand on her shoulder and smiled, “Thank you for all your help today, Ichika, you really should come around for tea sometime.”

   Ichika agonised over it. She was still really certain they were just being nice and friendly. If she had time, was the answer that she happened upon in reply to Akira. After all, she had exams coming up and the constant, endless stream of homework, as well as her own stuff at home. 

   “When the exam period is over, we’ll take you to a celebratory dinner then.” Yukari piped up.

   “Okay then.” Ichika shrugged, still very much thinking nothing of all the niceties and thinking way too much of her third-wheeling here.

   “Can you help me load these bags, Ichika?” Yukari piped up.

   “Yup, not a problem.” Ichika replied.

   She smiled and continued to assist. She helped Yukari place their reusable bags into the trolley, she ended up pushing it along, all the way to Akira’s car but that was where it ended. Akira was more than happy to drive Ichika home but it was all good, she already had her bus fare ready but both Akira and Yukari looked disappointed by Ichika’s declining of their offer but it was fine for her.

   Ichika really didn’t want to intrude on them any further - even if they were the one giving her constant invites. 

   But amid all her studying and writing essays and doing research for different projects, both for school and for herself to get better still at baking, Ichika had totally forgotten that Akira and Yukari wanted to take her out for dinner after the exam period. She hadn’t even got any of her marks back on any of them but sure. They were being nice and Ichika knew she was being stubborn about feeling weird about being their favourite third wheel but oh well.

   A night out would do her good - especially since Yukari asked her to dress at least a little fancy, which Ichika did.

   She put on her Sunday best and Akira came around to pick her up the night of. Her Dad sent them off with a big grin and big wave. Ichika was all smiles, too, even if her stomach felt a little topsy-turvy with nerves. She knew exactly where things were headed, even if she didn’t know the name of the restaurant that they were going to.

   Ichika had it all laid out in her head. She would probably watch Akira and Yukari sip from each other’s glasses, not that there would be any alcohol in them just yet but they would most certainly have rosy-cheeks regardless. Same for sharing the main meal and dessert, too. And they’d ask her all the normal questions about school and she was going to feel like a dumb little high schooler since they were cool university students these days. Even if they were only in their early years.

   Ichika sighed, “So, what’s on the menu?” she asked as she got into the backseat; Yukari was in the passenger of Akira’s red little buzz box.

   “Italian.” Akira piped up.

   “Nice. Looking forward to it then.” Ichika replied with a big smile.

   Akira glanced at her and nodded. She then took her car out of stall and started to drive off. The engine made a gentle hum as Akira treated her car very well. Almost as well as her lover, Ichika would have joked.

   “Aah, I’m glad,” Yukari continued as she curled a strand of her hair around her finger, toying with it, “you seemed like you weren’t enjoying our previous outings. Perhaps it was just stress after all.”

   “A little. I - I didn’t mean to be in a bad mood, if you thought I was. I wasn’t. The trolley was just heavy and I just really felt like the third wheel when we got ice-cream in the park that one time.” Ichika said.

   “Pardon?” Akira yelped as she suddenly parked the car.

   It swerved one way and then jerked into the kerbside. Ichika was all but strangled by her seatbelt in doing so. Maybe Akira didn’t treat her car as well as her lover, Ichika corrected her previous thought.

   “Third wheel?” Akira echoed.

   Both she and Yukari turned around to peek through the gap over the glove console. 

   “Ichika, darling, did you think you were third wheeling?” Yukari asked. She honestly sounded flustered - frantic, even - about this which was very concerning to Ichika.

   She blinked, “Er… Yes? Like, you two are such a PDA couple, it's really awkward to be taken out anywhere by you both.”

   “Oh, sweetie…” Yukari murmured and then turned to Akira. “I thought you told her?”

   “I thought you told her.” Akira countered her back.

   “I thought you told me what?” Ichika piped up.

   “Those were dates. Date-dates. All three of us.” Akira clarified and Ichika’s eyes went wide.

   Her jaw dropped. Actually. Suddenly. A lot of weird and strange things made sense. No wonder they were paying her so much attention. Akira and Yukari didn’t think that Ichika was their third wheel. They thought she was their third period. 

   “Oh my gosh, we’re so sorry.” Yukari said.

   “And stupid, sorry and stupid.” Akira apologised.

   “No, no, I - I think I should have realised.” Ichika stiltedly said and Yukari began to laugh.

   “Well, that makes tonight even more special then. Akira and I thought it would be our third date as a throuple but… It’s actually our first.” she said.

   “Y-Yeah.” Ichika agreed.

   “If you want, of course,” Akira said, “since Yukari and I never apparently coordinate or realised, if you don’t feel the same way-”

   “Of course I feel the same way.” Ichika cut in. “I’ve had a crush on you since forever, if i’m being honest and Yukari, I adore you as well. I-I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

   “It's all good, Ichika, at least we’re on the same page now.” Akira assured her.

   “Yup, come on, lean in.” Yukari said.

   She undid her buckle and squeezed herself through a bit further through the gap over the glove box. Ichika, blushing, did the same and let Yukari kiss her left cheek and with a little bit of struggle, Akira, without undoing her seatbelt, managed to lean in and kiss Ichika’s right. Her skin was very soft and very warm in her crushes and embarrassment.

   “Well then,” Akira said, leaning back into her driver’s seat properly, “let’s get going, yeah? All in favour?”

   “All in favour.” Yukari agreed.

   “Yup, all in favour, it's a bright idea!” Ichika cheered.

   She was more than a little giddy and just a tad hungry, too. Especially for making up for lost time with enjoying being pampered and given so much attention by Akira and Yukari, who weren’t just each other’s girlfriends, apparently, but hers, too. It really wasn’t that odd at all, Ichika considered.

[ereardon]

Do you have specific spots you wanna hit while in NY? I know mentioned general areas like Ktown and getting a bagel but I didn't know if you had specific shops in mind. Where I live there is a town a few hours away and every time we go we have to stop at a specific candy shop (it's locally owned and amazing). I didn't know if you had anything like that

I'm annoyingly going for a work offsite so almost every minute of my time is accounted for, especially since I'm trying to squeeze in seeing lots of friends that are still in the city! I'll make it to a few of the below but here's an overview of my top places:

Food:

Bagels – I'm partial to Murray's on 6th Ave because I lived a few blocks away for a while but Ess-a-Bagel is good too or H&H (a classic)

Maman for pastries, Breads Bakery in Union Square for choc babka and Bourke Street Bakery near Madison Square Park for a sausage roll

The kale Brussel Caesar at Blank Slate when I'm working I'll have it delivered lol it's a guilty pleasure

Gotta have a Mister Softee in the summer

I'm a sucker for a slice of cake from Magnolia Bakery. I'm not a banana person but I know the banana pudding is everyone's fav

Alta on W. 10th is a fav date night spot, amazing tapas/vibe, it's tucked away on a residential street

Turntable Jazz Chicken. Hands down best fried Korean chicken, I will not leave New York without eating this. Get extra daikon radish and the dumplings and thank me later

Sant Ambroeus – just get a coffee/pastry to go and walk in the park!

Stores/shops:

Minamoto Kitchoan – technically food but it's really beautiful Japanese wagashi I always get some to send my dad

The Face Shop in KTown

Bloomingdales – basic but I'm not even sorry. Also it has a 40 Carrots froyo that I lowkey love to stop in and it's close to my office so I'll just pop by after work I'm on the hunt for a new YSL Manhattan bag so I want to see it in person!

Economy Candy in LES is super fun if you haven't been!

[formeryelpers]

Awan, 5630 Melrose Ave, Los Angeles (Larchmont), CA 90038

AWAN finally added a new location and parking is much easier, plus they actually have some seating. The original AWAN in West Hollywood was just a tiny walk-up window. AWAN has some of the most interesting ice cream flavors and collabs. The ice cream is vegan. The base is made with Indonesian coconut cream and coconut water.

The ice cream starts at $6 for a 3 oz kids scoop to $20 for a pint. They also sell bottled beverages, and merch like a $100 AWAN sweatshirt or hoodie or a laser printed stainless spoon.

I was surprised to see 15 flavors to choose from, twice as many as the West Hollywood location.

Flavors of the day:

Balinese Vanilla Bean

Blue Yuzu Lemonade: infused with E3 live blue spirulina and blended with yuzu by Yuzu Co. The ice cream is a beautiful shade of blue. The texture was super dense, smooth, and very creamy. It was topped with a tiny bit of candied lemon peel (or was it yuzu?). It was so good – strong citrus flavor that complemented the coconut cream base, clean-tasting, not too sweet, tangy. Can’t think of anything critical to say about it.

Gaviota Strawberry

Blueberry Lavender

Dayglow Coffee

Gula Jawa

Greenglow Matcha: made with ceremonial grade matcha powder sourced by Dayglow. Strong and delicious matcha flavor, creamy, rich, indulgent. Matcha and coconut are complementary flavors.

Mint Choc Chip

Spiced Apple Oat Crumble

Almond Marzipan

Saffron Pistachio Date Rosewater

Birthday Cake

Kluwek Choc Chip

Chocolate Oreo

The space is interesting. It looks like a dark brown cave with cutouts in the wall where merchandise is displayed.

People who like AWAN probably like Erewhon too – it attracts a similar crowd, image-conscious, exclusive, and interested in quality ingredients.

5 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

[dezithinks]

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[ace-angel-judas]

Taehyung and Sophia abo au?

In society, there were three sub-genders. Alpha, Beta and Omega. They had their designated roles in the world and that meant designated ways that they were supposed to look.

Sophia didn’t fit her sub-gender in anyway, shape or form.

Only a select few knew of her actual sub-gender, everyone assumed that she was an alpha. From her height to her personality, it was a role that was forced on her.

“Do you still need the second week of next month off?”

Taeyong’s voice made her snap out of her thoughts, eyes going wide as she looked at the short alpha. Like Sophia, everyone assumed his sub-gender.

Everyone always assumed Taeyong as an omega, despite the fact he was an alpha like the rest of his family.

“Uh, yeah,” Sophia nodded, “That’s when.. I’m due..,”

Heats were a horrible thing.

“I can help you, you know,” Taeyong offered, “We’ve been best friends since high school,”

“No, it’s alright,” Sophia stood up from her desk, folding a few papers and placing them in a folder, “I have the meeting with one of the BTS CEO’s now-“

“I’ll get lunch,” Taeyong nodded, “Good luck,”

The company, Neo City, was a tech company. It had originally belonged to Sophia’s father, who only gave it to her under the recognition that she was an ‘Alpha’.

Her and Taeyong had transformed it completely, renaming it and making it there own.

The conference room always smelt bland to Sophia, they were deodorised after every use in case of unwanted pheromones.

Yet when she walked in, the smelt of warm mocha and fresh baked choc-chip cookies filled the air. There was a little hint of sea salt, an underlying bitter that complimented the sweet.

Sophia stopped for a moment, the only person the scent could be coming from was..

Kim Taehyung.

He was sat at the table, a sleek black folder in front of himself. He wore a simple dark grey suit, the jacket open and reveal the crisp white shirt underneath it.

Being the boss of the company, Sophia didn’t bother with the formal dress wear. Her and Taeyong opted for comfort over formality.

She was in a simple pair of jeans and an oversized T-shirt, which had probably belonged to either Jaehyun or Johnny at some point in time.

“Mr Kim,” Sophia cleared her throat.

“You can call me Taehyung,” He welcomed warmly as she sat a few seats away from him.

It was easier, in case he caught her scent and got confused.

“Okay, well, I’m Sophia Park,” She introduced, “I understand we’re here to discuss the partnership between the two companies, the former CEO had an agreement with your founding company and we would like to keep that business but make changes to-“

“I thought I was having this meeting with another alpha,”

Sophia stopped, stuttering for a moment before she looked at Taehyung. He had an eyebrow quirked, a smile on his face.

“I beg your pardon?” Sophia asked.

“I can smell it on you, your not an alpha,” Taehyung pointed out.

“You might just be smelling my business partner, he’s an omega-“

“No,” Taehyung pursed his lips, “It’s you, your the omega, your scent is all over the building,”

Sophia didn’t know what to say. Only a select few alphas, high on the dominance scale, could call her bullshit.

“Is it hard? Pretending to be an alpha? You have to be so tired, baby,”

Hands shaking, Sophia swallowed thickly as she tried to steady herself. His scent was starting to affect her, the warm cookies getting stronger.

“My sub-gender doesn’t mean anything,” Sophia steeled herself, “Our meeting today is about the contract between-“

“Our meeting today was also supposed to be with an alpha from your company, your not an omega,” Taehyung explained, “So already, you’ve lied,”

Clearing her throat, Sophia closed the folder in front of herself and stood up. Taehyung stood up as well, he was just a centimetre or two taller than herself. He stepped closer, to which Sophia stood her ground.

If her mother taught her anything, it was that you never faltered in front of alphas.

“This meeting is finished,” Sophia announced.

“I’ll be happy to reschedule,” Taehyung basically purred, “With the adjustment that this is an alpha-omega meeting,”

[amorchai]

𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍.

pairing(s): robin buckley x female!reader

word count: 695

warnings/tags: shy awkward first date vibes.

“i’ll pick you up at eight,” steve starts once his car comes to a stop, the car park by the beach on a nice summer hawkin’s evening. when robin had asked you out, you didn’t expect steve harrington to be the chaperone. but here you were.

robin scoffs, glancing at you before replying, “nine.” steve turns in his driver’s seat, either of you in the back seat and a firm glare set on his best friend, “eight thiry.” “done deal,” replies robin, nudging your shoulder before opening the door to get out.

robin had planned the whole date for you, after months of finding the perfect time to go out, you were excited it was finally the night. you had known her in high school, a ‘hi’ here and there, some ‘harmless’ compliments as you both were unaware of the crush either of you had.

once you had entered family video, searching for a late-night comedy, robin was the shyest her best friend had ever seen, and steve had to step in and help out. it was an odd friend group you wrapped yourself in, robin from school, playboy steve harrington and his ex-girlfriend nancy, along with her now-boyfriend jonathan, metalhead eddie munson and a group of teenagers. but you quickly fit in.

your love for movies is where you and robin most connected, the final ones at movie night while robin tried to hide her feelings – not knowing you reciprocated them just as strongly and once you had confessed, each of you had been planning a date ever since.

with robin’s work, and your college, it was hard.

her hand brushes yours and you think maybe when the sun vanishes and there’s less people, you could hold it. but for now, the brushes sent electricity across your body. “first stop,” robin starts, looking up to a small ice cream shop, filled with little to no people.

“you know me too well,” you state as you both step in the room, tiled floors and ice cream posters all over the walls, a very-unhappy teen employee behind the counter. “hi there,” robin starts, receiving nothing but a bored glare in return.

“i will have a cookies and cream cone, extra sprinkles and chocolate sauce,” you can almost see the disgust in return, but an ice cream so sweet was fitting for robin and her rambling, kind personality. “and she will have…” robin trails off, turning to you in which you sheepishly look to the flavours behind the clear box.

“mint choc chip, please,” you finish for her, a ‘hmph’ while they begin the order. “that’s only but the most basic flavour,” robin starts, and your jaw drops in offense, looking to the pretty girl with wide eyes.

you scoff teasingly before replying, “no it’s not! vanilla is.” robin shakes her head, eyes gleaming and smirk on her face, “you know no one actually orders vanilla, everyone order mint. i thought you were better than that, i may have to rethink my choices here.”

you nudge her playfully, “everyone gets it because it’s that good.”

she hands over the money, insisting she pays and takes the cones from the raging teen before handing you yours, and you practically skip out the shop with robin, ice creams in hand. “when i worked at scoops, even though i hated the job and worked with a complete idiot, i was never that grumpy.”

you laugh at her, as if robin had the ability of such an emotion. “i could never see you being grumpy, robin,” you try as you both walk along the beach, the sun is setting across the water, hawkin’s a beautiful orange hue and you glance around you before reaching your hand out for robin’s.

she’s too busy eating her cookies and cream ice cream that she was not aware, and jumps when your hand slips into hers, fingers intertwining perfectly as if each of your hands were made for the other and robin freezes, butterflies from the tips of her connected fingers all the way to her rapidly beating heart.

robin was in deep, and she was going to make sure you knew that by tonight.

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