#I got a chocolate fudge sundae

[sturnioz]

fratboy!chris has no reason to hang out with girls if there's no fucking involved — but it's a little different with shy!reader.

the subway car is fairly quiet, the faint hum of the train along the tracks the only sound breaking the stillness. a few strangers occupy random seats, each absorbed in their own world — some listen to music through plugged-on earphones and bluetooth headphones, some are busy reading their books, turning their pages softly, and others have surrendered to their tiredness, their eyes closed, heads leaning against the cool metal poles or the windows.

you're sitting on one of the wall seats beside chris, your anxiety bubbling beneath the surface as your teeth gnaw on your bottom lip, a nervous habit. your leg bounces restlessly, tapping against the hard floor as you glance up at the digital clock on the train's schedule, the late hour staring back at you.

now, you don't have a curfew at all — but you've always been mindful of getting home at a reasonable hour to avoid worrying your parents, and with your phone dead and unable to call them about your whereabouts, a wave of unease washes over you at the thought of getting into some sort of trouble.

chris is calm and relaxed beside you, his legs comfortably spread, knee bumping against yours as the train ways. his head rests back on the wall, eyes closed, while he chews on a stick of a lollipop that he devoured minutes ago, the muscles in his jaw twitch with each chew.

spending the entire day together was a little odd. you were originally heading to the city alone (after mustering up the courage when your friends had told you they all had plans) and you had bumped into chris on the way into the station. he was straightforward with his questioning, wondering why someone as shy as you would go to the big city alone, before announcing that he was coming with you.

the two of you spent the day walking the busy streets of the city, going into your favourite little thrift stores — which you felt embarrassed with when chris followed you inside instead of heading to a different store, making small comments under his breath and snorting at the little trinkets he came across. when he had led you towards the large stores, the price tags that made you squirm, you trailed behind like a little puppy, feeling out of place.

and when you went to go eat, that's when time had seemed to go by so quickly. you were enjoying yourself in the markets, eating delicious foods at stalls that left your stomach full — although you definitely made some room when chris brought you to one of his favourite dessert stalls, sharing a chocolate fudge and cherry sundae.

"will you fuckin' stop, kid?" chris grumbles suddenly, interrupting you from your memories of today, and your eyes flit to him. his hand lands firmly on your knee to stop your restless bouncing. "you're pissin' me the fuck off with your thumpin'... like a fuckin' rabbit, jesus christ."

"sorry." you whisper an apology, warmth riding to your cheeks as you try to steady your nerves, but it only spikes when you realise chris' hand remains on your knee.

"you need to relax, a'ight? because you on edge right now is.. well, it's makin' me all fidgety 'n shit. just relax... breathe," he tells you as he shifts, his head rolling to the side to meet your gaze, his eyebrows scrunched. "seriously, kid, what's got you all jumpy? huh?"

"it's late," you murmur quietly, glancing at the digital clock once again.

"late?" chris echoes, the corner of his lips twitching in amusement. "what? don't tell me that you got a curfew or some shit?"

"no, no," you shake your head. "it's just that... i always make it home at a certain time so my parents don't have to worry about me, and not only did i go into the city today, but my phone is dead too. i'm really worried that they've been trying to call me and—"

"okay, okay, okay," chris interrupts your rambling, a huff escaping his lips as he shifts his hips, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. "you know your parents' number, yeah? jus' call from my phone, kid. tell 'em you got busy and your phone died — it's easy."

you nod slowly, taking a much more relaxed breath as you accept his phone to do just that. chris scoffs quietly, resuming his chewing on the lollipop stick while squeezing your knee, before slumping his head down nonchalantly on your shoulder, listening as you speak to your parents — completely unaware of you trying to keep your voice steady and ignoring the flurry of butterflies through your stomach at the close proximity.

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[munsster]

best friends kiss

A/N: i LOVE oblivious pining/ yearning trope, see me running it into the ground for the next month give or take

Pairings: Best Friend!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: What’s a heartfelt makeout sesh between good friends? 1.0k words

Warnings: best friends to? lovers, established friendship, fluff, kissing!, denial of romance, obliviousness to the point of frustration, insecurity surrounding relationships, reader uses she/her pronouns otherwise character descriptions are gender neutral, reference to canon

“So… are you two dating?”

Perched side by side, legs intertwined, fingers locked, foreheads nearly touching as giggles pass through the limited space. You’ve got your hand wound into the hair at the back of his head, and his fingertips are digging into your soft and denim-clad thigh like he knows you that well. That intimately.

It’s movie night, and Mike Wheeler doesn’t understand how distinct the line between friends and lovers should be.

You look at each other like the question was outrageously offensive. Like even the thought is abhorrent. Yuck and gross and more laughter as you both vehemently deny any sentiment of the sort.

“Not even close, Wheeler.” His hand is on your thigh.

“It’s too hard to explain best-friendship to youngins these days.” He looks at you with a glimmer in his eye, and you push your fingers through his hair to his neck.

Just an hour before, chocolate fudge had melted down the side of your sundae bowl, coating your fingers in sticky-sweet sludge. Steve had noticed almost immediately—the two of you had been sharing a serving—and seized the cup from your hands, lifting your fingers to his mouth so he could lick the topping from your hot skin.

Everyone was ogling at the two of you. This again.

“Thanks, stud,” you had teased.

“Anything for my darling sweetums.”

A loud snort and a half-cackle later and you two were back to silently sharing a spoon and inching closer beneath your sherpa blanket.

And it wouldn’t be half as weird or awkward in your head if, back at your shared apartment, it wasn’t all silence and shy glances. Back at your shared apartment, there’s no sharing spoons or blankets or handholding or giggling. There is space between your seating arrangements, and your schedules are offset to avoid unwarranted eye contact. It’s awkwardly domestic like there’s something to be nervous about. Something unconfronted and unconfrontable.

Not like it’s ever been uncomfortable. No, the snack bowl is a safe divider for solo movie nights and there’s a diner down the road where the two of you opt to eat in silence and split the check. The silence is welcomed, of course, but different. Different from the hustle and bustle of the high school rascals and Family Video and house parties. Different and, at times, swell.

“Stevie…”

You coo it, and he glances over at you with a mouth full of popcorn, drunk on the gentle way you manage to command his attention like that. The light of the TV drenches your cheek blue and white, and he smiles when you wriggle beneath your blanket.

“Mhm?” There’s popcorn grease painted across his mouth, and it makes you laugh. He rolls his eyes. “Well, would’ya mind helping me out a little?”

“If you insist,” you huff, pushing onto your knees, abandoning the large bowl to the side, one hand firm on his shoulder, the other gripping his jaw. You lean in, and his heart stops when your tongue pokes out against his cupid’s bow. His eyes go wide when you pull back enough to realize what you’ve done.

But he’s already got his fist in the collar of your tee, tugging you into his space once more, mouths open and clobbering for a long-awaited kiss. Or kisses with the way your bodies hold each other closer.

Well, not as long-awaited as legend would have it; the two of you have kissed many times before. On the cheek, on the hand, on the forehead, Hell, even on the mouth. But this time, it’s more than a ‘hello’ or a new year’s eve, it’s without reason and without rhyme in your shared living room on your shared couch with the lights low and nobody but the two of you to bear witness. To breathlessness and close-contact that goes no further than a few needy kisses on a Thursday night.

The half heart necklace that dangles around your neck magnetizes to the matching one he wears. It’s from a theme park gift shop about two hours out of the way of Hawkins and it’ll crumble if you tug it hard enough, but you both convince yourselves it’s better that way. The kids don’t understand your interactions, and they’re in a constantly inconsistent state of ‘why’ and ‘ew’ and curiosity and waiting for something normal to happen. Something less platonic and more tangible, maybe.

Because Steve is treating you like a girlfriend. Not only that, but he’s doing a damn good job at it. He surprises you with hand-picked dandelions and buys drinks for you and gives you discounts and drives you everywhere.

But he’ll deny it.

“Nah, I’d be no good at it”—the whole ‘boyfriend’ thing—“I’ve tried it. I think I was made for the friendzone.”

And as delightful it may be to imagine, you’ll find it unnecessary.

“We’re just good friends. We already do most of the couply stuff, so why try and put a label on it?”

Dustin felt so out of the loop at one point, he decided to conduct his own mock-interview. Set up a stolen borrowed camera from the audio-visual room and hung a sheet up behind his desk chair to act as a backdrop. You had laughed when he called Mr. Steven Harrington into the studio.

“Do I love her?” Steve had laughed and gone a little pink at Dustin’s third question, the first and second being on the subject of favorite colors and ideal first dates. “‘Course, I do. We’re best friends, aren’t we?”

“Aw, c’mon, do I love him? What is this, preschool?” It had made your heart flutter in a moment of unexpected vulnerability. “We’re mature adults, we obviously love each other.”

Would you ever date each other?

“…”

“…”

“Hadn’t thought about it.”

“Hmm, that’s a hard question.”

But Steve still thinks about the way you pressed your tongue to his upper lip, and you still think about the way he looked at you when you pulled away.



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[roosterforme]

A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 25 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Leaving Hawaii and returning to work ended up being a lot harder than you anticipated. When Bradley told you he wanted to stay in the honeymoon phase with you forever, you decided to make that your new goal. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, and swearing

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"It's our last day in Hawaii. If we want to eat ice cream for dinner, then we're eating ice cream for dinner." You closed the room service menu and dared Bradley to disagree with you. 

"You're so smart. No sense in arguing with the best idea you've ever had," he told you, taking the menu from your hand and reaching for the phone. You watched him with a smug gaze as he ordered two large ice cream sundaes and a bucket of ice. 

"We have one bottle of pink champagne left," you told him, pulling him back onto the bed. 

"That's what the ice bucket is for. I thought we could finish our ice cream dinner, maybe take a little walk on the beach, and then come back here for the champagne."

Your little moans were so pretty, Bradley ended up on top of you, trying to coax all the sounds out of you. And then the knock on the door a few minutes later, right when he was about to put his dick inside you, had him growling. 

But you were all smiles. "Let's have some ice cream and then pick it up right there," you said, running your hand along his hard cock as it hung out of the front of his shorts. You climbed out of bed, grabbed one of his favorite Hawaiian print shirts and buttoned exactly one button before strolling to the door with a bare ass and pussy.

He heard you thank whomever probably got an eyeful of you before you returned with a cart of ice cream and a silver ice bucket. "Dinnertime," you told him, carrying two huge bowls outside to the back deck. 

"Come over here," he coaxed, heading toward the deck railing where there was a nice view of the water. "We can watch the sunset with the partition open."

You set both bowls on the railing and took a bite of vanilla ice cream, hot fudge and some whipped cream. "It's so good," you told him, taking a bigger bite while he dug into his as well. 

"Why don't we ever eat ice cream for dinner at home?" he asked, scooping some whipped cream onto his finger and holding it out for you. Bradley watched as you parted your lips for him and sucked his finger clean. 

"Because we would end up naked, covered in ice cream every single time," you replied, and then your eyes lit up. You peeled Bradley's tee shirt up over his abs, and he smirked as you yanked it all the way off. "No harm in doing that here though," you whispered, dipping your finger into some chocolate sauce and feeding it to Bradley before you kissed him.

Then your chocolatey fingers found their way into his chest hair, and soon you were licking and sucking on him until he was once again rock hard for you. Each dip of your spoon into your rapidly melting ice cream ended with your tongue licking the cold mess from his body. You paid special attention to his tattoo, rubbing your lips and tongue along his bicep.

"My turn," he growled, pinning you back against the railing and enjoying the view of your barely concealed tits inside his shirt. "So pretty," he told you, kissing the valley between your breasts as you bit your lip. Then he spread some whipped cream with his thumb. "Even prettier," he added, and your giggle was only silenced when he shoved his thumb between your lips and you carefully licked him clean. 

"Do it again," you told him, tipping your head back and rubbing his calf with your bare foot. Bradley covered your neck with chocolate sauce and ice cream, enjoying the sweet flavor mixed with the taste of you. "That feels so good," you hissed as his lips and tongue soothed away the cold from the ice cream. 

Soon you were whining loudly for him, and nearly all of the ice cream was gone. "What about right here?" he asked, pressing his lips just below your ear while teasing your clit with his fingers. "I wonder how sweet you'd taste with some ice cream?"

You bucked against his fingers and said, "Let's find out." Bradley watched you scrape the last of the ice cream onto one of the spoons and feed it to him as he knelt in front of you. He licked the spoon clean, keeping the ice cream on his tongue, and then he licked your slit all the way up to your clit.

The nonsensical babbling was almost enough to make Bradley laugh as you gasped, "Cold! Oh, god, Roo, the stubble." He licked away the ice cream and ate your pussy until you were getting loud. "Fuck me!" you told him. "Fuck me, now!"

He was back on his feet, ready to do anything you wanted, and then you turned your back to him. Bradley watched as you yanked his shirt up above your ass and started to grind back against his cock. "You want it bad, don't you?" he whispered, undoing his shorts with one hand. "You're filthy. In every way."

"I need it," you whined, and Bradley kissed along the sticky remains of chocolate sauce on your necklace chain while he reached around your waist and teased your clit.

"My filthy wife," he grunted, palming his cock and pressing his front to your back to get you to bend a little more for him. "Get ready for me."

You just bounced your gorgeous ass back against him until he was sliding inside you. And then your neck lulled to the side as he fucked you slow and steady. "I'm always gonna give you what you want. Take care of every single thing, Baby Girl. Fuck you just the way you like."

Bradley placed his palm against your clit, and with each thrust, he let you rub yourself there. You had your hands braced on the deck railing as you shivered. He could feel you squeezing around him already. "You're close?" he asked. 

"Yeah," you whispered. "I'm already close. You feel so good."

So he eased his hand up to your belly, stroking your skin with his fingertips and thinking about getting you pregnant. And then he was afraid he was getting close, too.

"Bradley!" you whined. "Go a little harder!"

Bradley did as he was told, and then he heard something hit the stone walkway on the other side of the open partition while you whined for him. 

And Bradley locked eyes with one of the gardeners. He was wearing a resort staff shirt, frozen in place, watching you get fucked up against the railing.

"Roo, hit me harder with that big dick!" Bradley started to positively rail you, making you get even louder for him. Like he was trying to prove some depraved point to this man who seemed to be unable to look away. 

"So good!" you chanted, your tits straining against that single button as you let him go as hard as he could.

"Baby Girl." He kissed along your neck, releasing your right hip to guide your chin gently until you were looking toward the walkway as well. "We've got company."

"Oh!" you gasped. Bradley watched your shocked expression change to one of desire as you looked from the other man back over your shoulder to Bradley as he gripped you by your hips and went hard and fast. "That's really hot."

Bradley grunted, outrageously turned on right now as you glanced between the two men until you were cumming with your back arched. Bradley rammed his cock deep and held himself there, rubbing furious fingers along your clit until you were nearly screeching. 

And then the other man finally picked up his pruning shears and literally ran back into the foliage. You were slumped over the railing as Bradley fucked his cum into you until he couldn't even move. 

"He was watching us," you whispered. "Oh my god, Roo."

"What do you want me to do about it?" he asked, ready to chase after him if that's what you told him to do.

"Do about it?" you repeated. "Nothing. Well, I guess you can bring it up on occasion if you really want to wind me up."

He started laughing and gently pulled his cock from inside you. As his cum dripped softly onto the deck, you smiled at him. 

"Yeah, Sweetheart. I can do that." Then he collected you in his arms and held you so your chest was against his. "I can remind you about the time that guy watched us fucking, and then no doubt went home to jerk off while imagining that he was the one in my position. That he was the one railing your pretty pussy."

Your mouth was all over his as you rubbed yourself against him, and if that scenario made you this hot, he would have no problem reminding you about it.

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You and Bradley took another shower outside, and you laughed as he cleaned up the last bits of sticky ice cream from your skin.

"Do you think that guy saw my boobs?" you asked, and Bradley laughed too. 

"I hope not," he told you, meeting your eyes before kissing your forehead. "I trust my shirts, Baby Girl. That one had you in its protection. That button never failed you."

You laughed as you ran your soapy fingers along his shoulders. "I've never had anything like that happen before."

"Mile High Club. Involuntary exhibitionists. I think I put my thumb in your butt when we were drunk the other night?"

"You did," you confirmed, kissing his chin. And you hadn't been opposed to it one bit.

"Damn. This has been one hell of a honeymoon. I hate that we fly home tomorrow."

"Honeymoon sex just hits different," you told him as he rinsed your body off.

"Did you forget, Sweetheart? We live in the honeymoon phase now."

And it was on that note that you took Bradley to bed with the bottle of pink champagne and snuggled up in his arms. You passed the bottle back and forth and complained a little bit about returning home and going back to work.

"Do you know how infrequently I've had to think about Hangman or work?" Bradley groaned.

"Don't you miss Nat?" you asked with a laugh. "Don't you miss flying?"

Bradley was quiet for a beat. "I really miss Tramp. And I miss it when you cook dinner. And I want to see our wedding photos." 

"You're a very sweet man," you told him, setting the empty bottle on the nightstand. He pulled you down on top of him with his big hands on your hips. "I loved it here, but I'm ready to go home and settle into our new routine together."

"New routine? I don't think much is going to change," he whispered. 

You kissed him and rubbed your face along his stubble. "I guess you're right, Roo. It's just that everything feels brand new and exciting. And I never knew I could be this happy."

Bradley held you against him as he started to fall asleep. "I'll keep trying to make you happier and happier. It's my mission."

You dozed off as well, hoping your period wouldn't show up in a few days.

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"Five hundred dollars!" you gasped, reading the hotel receipt on the flight home. 

Bradley kept trying to take it away from you, but your grip on the paper was impressive. "It doesn't matter," he mumbled, just wanting you to relax next to him and maybe take a nap. "You're making the next mortgage payment, remember?"

But you held up the receipt and pointed out the charge to him. "But the price for the pink champagne is outlandish! That's a hundred bucks per bottle!"

Bradley tore the paper out of your hand and crumpled it up. "It's worth it, because you wanted it. And it made us happy. And I loved drinking it with you." 

You crossed your arms over your chest, and Bradley just waited for you to say something before he spoke again. "I'm making the mortgage payments for the even months. You're paying the mortgage for the odd months."

Bradley groaned softly and kissed you. "I wish you would stop getting me to agree to things while you're sucking my dick," he whispered. "It's not fair."

"Splitting the bills in half is fair. And opening a shared account is fair.

"You're right. It is fair. We picked out the house together, and it's ours, and we are married now."

You eyed him warily. "You're being agreeable."

Bradley sighed. "If contributing more to our bills will make you happy, then go right ahead, Sweetheart. Now take a nap with me."

You curled up next to him in your first class window seat and fell asleep while he rubbed your back. He was more concerned about saving money for babies and college right now, and he knew that it was going to take your income and his to cover everything. 

You were still sleeping when the plane touched down, and Bradley turned his phone on to text Jake. "Are we home?" you asked, rubbing your eyes and knocking your glasses askew. "Can we go pick Tramp up tonight?"

Bradley kissed your forehead. "It's kind of late, Baby Girl. I don't mind bugging Jake right now, but Amelia has school tomorrow. What if I text Mav and pick Tramp up early tomorrow morning before work?"

"Okay," you agreed, stretching your arms over your head. "I don't even want to go back to work tomorrow," you mumbled, looking out the window at all the runway lights blinking in the darkness. "I just want to stay in bed with you all day."

Bradley reached for your left hand and kissed your ring finger. "We can eat lunch together tomorrow? Unless I'm in the air. Maybe a quickie in your office?" he suggested with a smile, and you grinned at him over your shoulder.

"Doubtful, Roo. I have that new hire starting, so I'll probably be with her the entire day."

He just grunted. "We can make up for it tomorrow night. After work."

Once Bradley had deplaned with your fingers laced through his, he took you to collect your suitcase full of all the lingerie you wore for him. He managed to acquire another PRIORITY tag for it in Honolulu, which you were apparently still laughing about now as he collected it from the carousel. 

"What?" he asked innocently. "If this didn't make it home, I'd be in tears." He grabbed the other two pieces of luggage and followed you and the lingerie suitcase out to the curb.

"Me too," you whispered, kissing his cheek as Jake pulled up. "There are a few things in here I didn't even get to wear for you yet."

"Are you serious?" Bradley asked, wondering if it was too late tonight to get you to wear one before bedtime.

But you were already wrapped up in Jake's arms, telling him how pretty the resort was and how much fun you'd had. 

"Nice tan, Rooster," Jake commented as Bradley loaded the luggage into the back. "Angel looks exhausted, so you must have done a good job."

Bradley snorted while you smacked Jake's chest, hard. But all three of you were laughing. "If anything, I wore him out."

Jake groaned. "I don't need to know any details."

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You had been whining so much about work, that now you were amping it up on purpose. "But nobody will let me wear a bathing suit or drink champagne at work," you groaned as you climbed out of the shower with Bradley behind you. It was late, and you really needed to get to bed. You should have taken another day off between the honeymoon and returning to work.

"It's really a sin," he agreed solemnly. "Good thing you look just as good in khaki as you do in a tiny scrap of red fabric."

You bit your lip as Bradley put toothpaste on his toothbrush. "And nobody will be there to watch us eat ice cream and fuck," you moaned.

His eyes met yours in the mirror. "I'm pretty sure that was a once in a lifetime development, Baby Girl."

You shrugged and said, "I didn't hate it," before you brushed your own teeth.

Bradley carried you to the bedroom. "Your sex in public kink has started to run rampant. Will I even be able to get you going in a bed anymore?"

You kissed him as he pulled out his UVA tee shirt for you to wear. "You could get me going anywhere, Roo."

He eyed you up and down and sighed. "But not tonight. It's midnight, and I have to get Tramp at seven."

"Not tonight," you agreed, and you curled up on his chest and fell asleep. 

You were jolted awake by Bradley's alarm going off at six. You rolled away from him and tried to hide under your pillow. But the room was starting to get lighter, and he was so loud when he got ready for work, you just gave up. "Do you want breakfast?" you asked him, shuffling into the kitchen to make eggs and coffee. You groaned; you just spent ten days eating room service and having expensive lattes in the restaurants at the resort. "This is bullshit," you muttered, messing with your French press and looking inside the nearly empty refrigerator. 

A minute later, Bradley was dumping cereal into his mouth while you ate the last egg, and he filled a travel mug with coffee. "I'll go get Tramp and bring him right back here, then I'm heading to base." He leaned in and kissed you. "In case I don't see you before you leave, I love you."

"Bye. Love you, too," you grunted, waving at him as he rushed out the door. You sipped your coffee in silence and looked at your work calendar on your phone. After about ten seconds, it felt too overwhelming, so you switched over to your personal calendar. And that's when you noticed that little asterisk on today's date. 

You took a few small steps back toward your bedroom before setting down your mug and rushing into the ensuite bathroom. You dug around under the sink, pretty sure you would find what you were looking for. And when your hand closed around the sealed box, you felt a little dizzy. 

Carefully, you stood up and opened the pregnancy test you never used back in July. You were being ridiculous. You knew you were. It had barely been one full cycle since you stopped taking birth control, and these things took time. But you went ahead and took the test anyway. You walked back out to the kitchen and tried to decide if you felt like you had period symptoms or not while you counted down the minutes until you could check the test. 

When you imagined how excited Bradley would be when he brought Tramp home and you showed him a positive test, you couldn't stop smiling. He would lose his mind. You'd both be late for work. You would have to find something to celebrate with other than champagne. 

Cautiously, you made your way back into the bathroom. The hopeful feeling in your chest was bubbling to the surface, and you nearly giggled until you saw the result. Negative. Not pregnant. You swallowed hard. It was still early. You could test again tomorrow. You dumped the box and the test into the trash.

But now you felt like crying, and you had to fight the urge to climb back into bed. Tears stung your eyes, and you took your glasses off, realizing you were only making things worse by rubbing them. But when you heard the front door open followed by the sound of Tramp's paws on the kitchen floor, you hiccupped with a sob. 

"I'm leaving again!" Bradley called out, and you thought you were safe in the bathroom by yourself. 

"Okay," you called lamely as Tramp came in to find you. But Bradley was there as well with a smile on his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked when he really looked at you, collecting you into his arms immediately. 

"Nothing," you promised, trying your best to look happier. "Just kind of dreading the rest of the day and the million emails waiting for me."

He looked at you a little skeptically, but nodded slowly. "You'll text me if you need something today? I can always try to stop by your building."

"Mmhmm," you hummed, and he kissed your forehead. "I need to get dressed. I'll see you later." Bradley let his hand linger on yours as you pulled away from him and headed for the bedroom closet. 

"I love you, Baby Girl," he told you, and now he was finally really leaving. 

And then you did cry. Because you were being ridiculous, and your pants felt too tight because you'd spent a week eating ice cream and drinking cocktails. It took you until you parked your car on base to realize that you were probably so emotional because it was the start of your period, and that made you want to cry more. "Get it together," you mumbled, scanning your badge to get inside the building. 

With a deep breath, you unlocked your office door and collected your computer before heading to the lab. As soon as you walked in, your boss eyed you carefully. "How was your time off, Lieutenant?" Bickle asked, and you held up your left hand for him to see. "Ah, I figured. Congratulations."

"Thank you, sir," you told him with a laugh. And then you turned to see Cat Coleman sitting in your favorite chair at your favorite spot on the counter, examining a piece of equipment that you had been working on before you got married last month. And when she turned to face you with her appraising gaze, you felt like crying all over again.

"Welcome to the team," you managed to say as you set your computer down. 

"Thank you," she said with a completely neutral tone. "I'm looking forward to getting started."

And then your boss called a team meeting, and you had to sit in one of the chairs that sucked. You just wanted to be back in Hawaii with Bradley. It had been beyond perfect. Just you and your husband who understood you and made you feel comfortable. What the hell was wrong with you?

You tried to pay attention to everything you had missed while you were away. And then you got Cat set up with some things to read and a few videos to watch, and you felt a little better knowing that Bickle trusted you to do so much for him at this point. But Cat was barely showing you any emotion, even when you tried to joke with her. And the negative pregnancy test was never far from your mind. 

"Angel!"

You turned to see Jake standing in the doorway holding a sandwich and a fruit cup, and you ran for him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You let your cheek rest on his chest while you took a deep breath.

"I'm having a horrible day," you whispered, and he rubbed his empty hand on your back as he stepped inside the room with you still hugging him. 

He chuckled as you let go of him. "I'm sure you are. You were just in Hawaii with your husband. Now you're at work. Rooster sent me with this, by the way. Mav is riding his ass today." He held up the food, and you took it knowing you needed to eat something today, regardless of the fact that your appetite was nonexistent. 

"Please give him my regards," you said, making Jake laugh harder as he turned toward Cat. You saw him pause, and then she looked up at him with her appraising eyes. 

"Jake, this is Cat Coleman. Cat, meet Jake Seresin." You opened the sandwich and took a bite as you watched Jake fumble through a handshake. You could tell he thought she was pretty; you already knew he would. 

"Pleasure," Cat replied before sitting down to read on her computer, and you had to guide Jake out to the hallway.

"Damn," he whispered. "She's new? She must be. I'd remember seeing her around."

"Fresh out of Maryland," you told him, thinking that had at one time applied to you as well. "She's a little tough to get to know, honestly. She's making my day a little more difficult."

"What did she do? Steal your chair or something dumb like that?" You gaped at him and shoved him toward the exit. 

"Don't you have something more important to do? Like waste taxpayer money on jet fuel surcharges?"

"Sure do, Angel. Catch you later."

You took another bite of your sandwich and went back into the lab, and Cat met your eyes. "I heard you just got married. Congratulations."

"Thanks," you replied with a small smile. "Just got back home from Hawaii yesterday."

"Your husband is in the Navy as well."

"Yeah, he's an aviator," you told her between bites. 

She nodded, her eyes shifting past you to the door before she turned toward her computer. "Well, he's handsome, and he seems very kind. That must be nice for you."

You paused for a moment, and then you inhaled while you laughed, and you started coughing. "No," you finally managed as she looked at you like perhaps she needed to intervene and help you breathe correctly. "That wasn't my husband!"

"Oh," she replied, looking a little embarrassed. 

"He's my friend!" you replied quickly. "He works with Bradley. My actual husband. And you're right, Jake is handsome and kind."

And then she turned away from you again.

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You and Bradley had only been home for a few days, and your mood had been all over the place. He thought that perhaps it was because you were adjusting to your work schedule once more, but even Jake seemed to notice you weren't quite yourself. At times it looked like you were on the verge of tears. And at one point you were very short with your parents on the phone. Other times you were extra physically affectionate with Bradley. 

But tonight, after dinner, when he asked if you wanted to join him in the bathtub with a few beers, you just shook your head. "My period started today, and I'm not feeling great. Raincheck?"

"Of course. Anything you want."

And instead he ended up sitting on the living room floor with you, adding your wedding photos to the collage that hung above the piano. Each picture had turned out better than Bradley could have imagined. You were radiant in every single photo. You were smiling so much that it felt like someone was stepping on his chest when he realized you looked like that for him. You looked so perfect in every picture because that was the day you married Bradley. 

He pulled you onto his lap and held you tight to him and whispered against your ear. "I wish I could go back to our wedding day and experience it all over again."

You laughed softly. "That's sweet, Roo."

"I'm serious," he replied, kissing your ear and your hair. "I've never seen anything like you. I've never loved anyone like this. And you were so perfect that day, I can barely look at these photos without feeling like I'm going to fucking explode or something."

You pulled away from him, grinning and shaking your head. "I love you. You're the best husband I've ever had."

Bradley groaned as you laughed and peppered his face with kisses. Then you helped him rehang the frame. When you yawned for the third time in a row, Bradley scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom with Tramp at his heels. "You need to get a good night's sleep. You've been busy at work, and you have your period. Do you want your heating pad?" he asked, and when you nodded with a small frown, he tucked you into bed with a kiss. "Be right back."

He went to the bathroom closet to find it for you, and that's when his eyes caught on the boxes in the trash can. Mission forgotten, Bradley knelt down and pulled out two pregnancy tests, along with their boxes, and some tampon wrappers. He sank all the way to the floor, staring off into space as he connected the dots. You had taken pregnancy tests. You got your period. You'd had tears in your eyes when Bradley said the neighbors had cute grandkids. You had been sometimes clingy and sometimes distant with him over the past couple days. 

So you thought you could have been pregnant. But these were negative pregnancy tests. And you hadn't told him about it. You hadn't told him anything. You'd been on the verge of tears for a reason, and you kept him in the dark. 

Bradley put the tests back in the trash can and jumped to his feet. Maybe you needed a reminder that you never had to feel isolated now. He was your husband. But when he was about to call your name, he found you sound asleep, your glasses crooked on your face. 

He sighed and planted his hands on his hips and really looked at you. There was nothing you could do that would disappoint him. And the two of you had time. He kissed your forehead and gently removed your glasses, folding them up on your nightstand. 

Then he got undressed and slipped into bed behind you. His perfect wife.

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I am emotional! The end of another Roo and Baby Girl series! Thanks for reading this far, and please stay tuned for some one-shots and hopefully more B&BG after that! I'll update my masterlist soon! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls. And I'm also including this beautiful mood board that @thedroneranger made for this fic! Thank you, Jay!

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[missellaneousworks]

Excerpt from "Sundae Jack" - Fluff n' Smut SDJ Fic

Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY community. Therefore, the content of this fic is NOT APPROPRIATE for anyone under 18+ and should not be engaging with it.

Very self-indulgent Ella (OC) x Sunny Day Jack fic. The full version can be found on AO3 HERE.

Below is just a taste before things get spicy~

Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY series. MINORS DNI.

~

Oh yeah.  It had been that kind of a week for Ella.

The tub of ice cream landed on the counter with an unceremonious clunk, followed by the rest of the ice cream fixings.  Strawberries, bananas, chocolate fudge syrup, and whipped cream.  After a whole week of work, paying bills, having her hot water shut off for two days due to a water main breaking…. She needed to treat herself.  So after a horrible week, Ella went to the store with a little extra cash she had left over and got herself the full sundae spread!

Jack’s head poked out of the bedroom as he was finishing up folding laundry.  “Welcome back, Sunshine!  Whatcha got there?”

“My salvation,” Ella remarked with satisfaction. “I decided to take some of your advice about treating myself after a rough week.”

In the not-too-far past, Ella would usually turn to a nice bottle of wine and a bubble bath to relax and unwind. But while walking down the frozen dessert section in the grocery store earlier, she found a brand of ice cream she hadn’t seen in years. Normally, she would sadly pass by before she could change her mind, but today of all days she figured why not?  Besides, Jack would probably appreciate a little sweet treat, too!

“Anything I can do to help?” Jack’s ever-cheerful voice inquired helpfully. 

“Actually, yeah! Can you slice up the strawberries and a banana?”

After retrieving the cutting board and knife, Jack began to cut the fruit into thin, even pieces, humming a melody that Ella didn’t quite recognize, but was sure she heard it before.  “You know, most people get cherries with their sundaes.  I like the fact that you bought strawberries, though!”

“Eh heh, yeah… cherries remind me too much like cough syrup.  I know they’re already cherry flavored, but still… I like strawberries more.”

“Blueberries are also great!”

“No kidding, Mr. Blue-Haired-Clown-Sir.”  Ella teased back.

“Pfft, okay, okay, that one was obvious.”

“A little,” Ella giggled.  As she removed the ice cream tub’s lid and began to scoop the into the bowl.  “You know, I’m also a fan of peaches and nectarines.”                                                        

“Those sound tasty!  Maybe we can buy some next time.  Can never have to much fruit for your diet.”

“Not unless they go bad because I don’t eat them in time.”

“That's what you have me, here for, Sunshine,” Jack said triumphantly as he finished cutting the fruit, quickly washing the knife and setting it into the sink drainer.   

“…to eat the fruits I don’t like?” Ella innocently blinked up a Jack, leaning into his side slightly.

Jack chuckled and shook his head.  “No, silly.  To make sure you stay happy and healthy!  So we can keep having ice cream dates together~”

“Hmmm!  A fine point, Mr. Sunny Day.”

“You know what they say, an apple a day keeps the doctor away!  So it’s important to keep you in pear-fect health!”

The silence was incredibly loud as Ella slowly, deliberately turned towards Jack.  “…honey.  May I remind I am armed?  With an ice cream scooper?!”

Jack didn’t even attempt to hold back his laughter.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t help it.  I just think you’re one in a melon.”

“I know where you sleep.”

“I should hope so,” now the clown was turning the tables again on Ella, his voice lowering an octave as he came up behind Ella and wrapped his arms around her waist.  “It’s right next to you, after all.”

A pleasurable shiver ran up Ella’s spine as she felt Jack’s breath across the back of her neck and shoulder.  Subconsciously leaning back onto Jack’s body, Ella almost forgot about the ice cream sundae, at least until she accidently knocked over the open jar of chocolate syrup and got all over the counter. 

“Ah, shit!”

“Whoops!”  Jack blinked at the mess, a slightly disappointed grimace across his face.  However, it didn’t stop him from getting a moist paper towel and dabbing the mess.  “I got it, Sunshine, don’t worry!”

“Guess your flirt was too hot for this hot fudge to handle.”

That earned her another chuckle from her lover.  “Want to cool down with this sundae?”

“I thought you’d never ask~”

Within moments, Ella and Jack were nestled on her couch with a blanket, and a sizable bowel of the sundae, with two spoons so they could share. 

“Um, is this okay?  That we’re eating out of the same bowl?  I thought about getting one for each of us, but I kind of thought it would be cute to share…”

“I don’t mind, this is perfect, Ella.” Jack reassured with that ever-comforting smile of his.

“I thought it was pear-fect.”

“Ooooh!  My own pun thrown back in my face.”

“You’re very handsome face,” Ella shimmied closer to Jack’s side and wasn’t blind to the slight blush on Jack’s face.  It was nice to know even he could get bashful at times.  Adorable.  “Anyways, let’s dig in—”

The abrupt pause in his Sunshine’s delight caused Jack to raise his eyebrow in confusion.  “What’s wrong?”

“…I feel like… we’re missing something.”  Ella thoughtfully tapped the spoon against her lower lip before her head snapped up.  “The whipped cream!  Oh my god, hang on.”

Her sudden departure to retrieve the forgotten condiment was amusing to Jack.  Ella’s strive to get something just right might have been considered a setback to others, but not Sunny Day Jack.  He took a lot of time and dedication to improve Ella’s quality of life, and even more important, her happiness. 

Which was one thing they had in common.  His sunshine worked so hard to make people around her happy, it just showed how kind, creative, and amazing she truly was.  Sadly, there were times when Ella overdid it—with the best of intentions, but it was a small secret Jack kept to himself; he felt that most other people didn’t deserve the time of day with Ella.  She worked so hard at work, maintaining her home, and her writing, and finding new inspiration to keep her going.  As the matter of fact was that Ella persisted despite all of the trouble and heartache she’d been through in the past.  And that fact alone made her… special. 

It felt good being in her light.  Incredibly, warm, light, and loving light.  It was only right that her attention shouldn’t be wasted on others who would otherwise dim that precious light.

He’d make sure it would stay that way.  Forever, if he had to. 

“Got it!” Ella triumphantly scampered back to the living room with the whipped cream.  She plopped right next to Jack again, shaking the can before placing a sizable dollop on top of the sundae.  “Now, it’s perfect!”

Jack couldn’t help the mischievous smile.  “You mean pear—”

“Don’t,” Ella pointed the can directly at Jack’s face in an attempt to look intimidating.  Though the scrunch of her noise proved to be cuter than anything.  “I am armed and dangerous.  Don’t you dare, Jack.” 

Jack bit his lip in an attempt to stifle the chuckle building in his chest, but he couldn’t resist teasing her… just a little.  He jokingly lifted both of his hands up in mock defeat.  “Oh-ho!  What do you intend to do now that I’m at your mercy, Sunshine?”

The glimmer in Ella’s eye was unmistakable.  Her finger pressed on the tip of the can’s spout, intending to spray just a little on his nose, to make good on her threat, and to be a little coy.

However.

After a moment, nothing came out, and Ella added a little more pressure.

Jack stiffened as a flurry of whipped cream erupted all over his face, covering his left eye, cheek, part of his lip, but most of it did land on his red nose.  Jack squeezed his eyes shut when he was met with a barrage of sweetness, not fully registering what exactly happened at first.   After one mortifying moment, Jack’s right eye blinked open.  Ella’s face blanched from utter embarrassment.

“Pffffft!” Jack’s shoulders began to shake.  Then a giggle slipped, followed by a snort. 

Ella could only blink back as the silliness of her nerves and the situation itself sunk in.  Jack hunched over in an attempt to turn and hide his face, but Ella could clearly see his eyes squeezed shut, and the corners of his mouth failing to suppress a smile. 

“Oh my God,” Ella released the beginning of her own breathless laugh before she finally quipped, “Sorry honey,” she genitively wiped the cream from his eye.   “Guess I was the one who blew their load prematurely, huh?”

Jack guffawed and doubled over with a shocked laugh.  “ELLA!”

It broke the damn that held back Ella’s jovial laughter as she hunched over while cupping Jack’s face.  “Hey, first time for everything, am I right?”

“You’re t-too much for me, sunspot!” Jack managed to eke out through his laughter. 

Ella giggled back, “Too bad! You’re stuck with me, innuendoes and all.”

“I’d hardly call that a bad thing, you know.”  Jack’s laughter began to subside into breathless chuckles.  Most of the cream had slid down his face and landed on his chest and lap. 

“O-oh,” Ella tried to remain focus, but Jack was so close to her.  “Let me help, honey.”  Quickly, she grabbed a napkin that was sitting on the coffee table blotted parts of his face to remove the sweet confectionary cream from his face.  Jack was perfectly still and let her work, seemingly content to let Ella touch him, even if it was just for the sake of cleanliness.  She could feel his warm breath against her skin.  He wasn’t even doing anything other than just sitting there, messed up by her own hand.  Yet something about it made it feel… oddly intimate.  Especially the way Ella was studying the sharp features of his face.

“I think that’s all of it—oh, wait,” Ella cupped the side of Jack’s cheek and guided it to the side.  “You’ve got something on your face…”

“Ella--?” Jack was cut off at the feel of Ella’s soft lips against his cheek.

The dusting of pink across her face as she pulled back was impossible to ignore, as was a small, coy smile.  “Never mind, it was just me.”

Jack’s smile widened, positively smitten.  “Have I told you recently that I love it when you get spontaneous?” 

The compliment hit its mark perfectly as Ella’s blush deepened before an idea began to form in her mind.

Spontaneous, huh…?

~

Read more at the link on top. Thank you for reading~!

[thewhumpcaretaker]

You said you were super busy, so no pressure but I love your HCs and the snippets you write so I wanted to give you a little prompt from the list you reblogged a while back: sharing a dessert for John and Santino?

Thank you for this ask!! Your thoughts about Santino teasing John in restaurants and bars and even over the dinner table really inspired me, so this is a bit based on that. Also, thanks for waiting a while - things have been super hectic but I’d been looking forward to this ask!

CW: suggestive

Banana Split

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“What do you mean you’ve never had an ice cream sundae, John?”

“I just…never did.” By the awkward way he looked off out the window, they both knew what that meant: another everyday experience John hadn’t gotten to enjoy as an assassin in training. 

They were in a much fancier restaurant than John typically frequented. If he was in a place like this, it usually meant he was in the midst of a job, and dessert was the last thing on his mind. A sundae wasn’t even on the menu. But they’d gotten to talking about favorite foods, and after hearing that, Santino wasn’t about to let it go.

He flagged down the waiter. “I’d like to make a custom order from the chef: a banana split, please.”

“Of course, Mr. D’Antonio.” The waiter didn’t dare miss a beat in front of such an important customer, even if the request was odd.

John raised an eyebrow. “I thought we were talking about an ice cream sundae.”

“A banana split is a type of ice cream sundae. The best type, and I’ll show you why.”

It wasn’t long before they had one sitting in front of them, vanilla topped with chocolate fudge and two maraschino cherries, with half a banana sticking out of each end.

“Since it’s your first time, you’d better take those cherries.” Santino’s eyes were alive with mirth. He was going to enjoy every minute of this, John realized.

“…One of them. You get the other.” He was blushing as he took the first scoop, overflowing with fudge and red syrup around the cherry.

“You want to see me do tricks that badly, John?” Santino took the cherry all by itself and puckered his lips for a moment before spitting out the stem tied in a knot. John struggled to look away from it. “Nothing to say? Have I tied your tongue that much too?”

“Shut up.” He lifted a spoon to Santino’s lips and filled his mouth with an explosion of sweetness.

“Mmmm…” Santino leaned forward, making a sound so obscene it caused John to glance around in fear that they’d be overheard.

“Somehow I think that’s even worse than talking…”

“Or better.”

“…Or better,” he admitted, locking eyes for a moment. His expression was already smoldering, just two bites into this dessert. He shifted in his seat as subtly as he could, but Santino missed nothing.

“It’s no fair for you to feed me if I don’t do the same for you. Open up, and swallow everything.” He scooped up as much fudge as possible and bit his bottom lip while raising it to John’s. There was something so sweet, so innocent, about the sight of John Wick looking up at Santino from heavily shadowed brows with his mouth full, swallowing exactly as he was told. Always so ready to please. 

As much as he’d intended to tease him, Santino suddenly felt a flash of tenderness. He thought not only of John on his knees in the bedroom, but John spoon feeding him when he’d been bedridden with bullet wounds. How John had put life right into his body and how much he wanted to repay him in kind. Their lovemaking was always like that - tinged with an undercurrent of affection. An expression of the way they had saved each other. 

John caught that look and answered it in kind, with a sound at once perverted and deeply sentimental. A hungry sort of growl of appreciation that trembled its way out of his chest. “You’re tempting me,” he said when he had devoured everything.

“What?” Santino said innocently. “You should try the banana too, that’s the whole secret of a banana split.”

So John got him back for that in just a moment. Without breaking eye contact, he took a whole half of the banana, dripping with fudge, and stuffed it deep into his mouth, down his throat in one go like a sword swallower. “It’s pretty good. But I’ve tasted something better.”

Santino’s eyes widened, flickered to John’s lips and then back again. “Check please,” he said breathlessly.

[torasplanet]

I can imagine Connie doing food play like licking off some whipped cream off of your chest or dressing his d up in chocolate sauce whip cream and a cherry on top while giving him a bj (if you make it please tag me 🙏🏽)

oooo yes i can imagine foodplay with con !! he got you laid out on the bed bare while he's still in his boxers sitting in front of you putting whipped cream all on your chest and stomach. you giggling like crazyy when he starts liking it off yo stomach and you yelp everytime his tongue rolls over your nipples and ooo don't even get me started on the cherries!!

he'd put two cherries on your nipples and carefully eat them making eye contact with you making you so flustered! con luvsss teasing you sm and this was the best opportunity! he'd even go as far as to tie the cherry stem together with his tongue.

i cant see him putting chocolate sauce on his shit cuz i think that'd cause some sort of infection or whatever but I can see him throwing it all over your body. especially after he got done cumming and came on your face !! he calls u his fudge sundae ;) he likes to say how he gives the banana to make it a banana fudge sundae🤭

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[faithintheunknownsblog]

A/n: I only came up with this list bc I already had Integra’s favorite ice cream flavor canoned in my mind so I figured I make a list lol

Hellsing’s Favorite Ice Cream Flavors

Sir Integra: Mint chocolate chip, with no shame about it

Alucard: Acts like he is too good for ice cream- and sweets in general- but will eat literally any ice cream as long as it isn’t mint, you can not have sweets around him

Seras: Strawberry and she makes sure she gets all the chunks

Walter: Butterscotch (the old man without a doubt carries around the hard candies too)

Pip: Cookie Dough

Penwood: He can’t have ice cream anymore because it drives up his blood sugar 😢

Anderson: Coffee (he without a doubt lives and breaths coffee, if Alucard hadn’t of killed him his caffeine addiction would have)

Maxwell: Pistachio (mother fucking psycho path)

Heinkel: Black Cherry

Yumi: Sweet Mango Mochi

The Major: Vanilla (basic bitch)

Doc: Hot fudge sundaes with all the fixings

Luke: Vanilla (another basic bitch)

Jan: He doesn’t care for ice cream, get him a blue raspberry slushies

The Captain: Chocolate (I am not even going to lie I am only doing this out of irony since dogs aren’t supposed to have chocolate)

Dandy Man: Vanilla Gelato (less of a basic bitch but still basic)

Schrödinger: He doesn’t like ice cream because the first time he had it he ate it too fast and got a brain freeze so now he’s scared of it

Rip: Cheesecake but she adds gummy bears to it

Zorin: Rum Raisin

[butters-flower-mom]

what are butters and pepper's fav ice cream flavors? :D

I think Butters' favorite is vanilla. @firefly-sky shared that headcanon with me and I think it fits him. Plus, when he got ice cream with Charlotte he had vanilla. Pepper prefers hot fudge sundaes but if she gets a cone she likes chocolate. They both love extra sprinkles.

[monmuses]

@historias-multorum continued from here

They both had their eyes on some sweet treats behind the glass of the ice cream display cases. For Josuke, he wasn't sure exactly on what he could go for ... In his heart, he wanted some kind of Rocky Road or a combination of multiple ice cream flavors. That, he went for - a three scoop stack on a waffle cone. It was the perfect combination of chocolate crunch.

"Hey, if you want my advice, that's the best thing you've ever gotten," he said, gesturing to her sundae. "You got the best toppings and hot fudge! Nothing wrong with that, huh? Plus, this ice cream place kicks ass. Okuyasu and I come here all the time after school. I think you'd like it too."

[obviouslyaweasley]

↳- making up ；...-༉‧₊˚✧

(( steve harrington x wife! reader ))

lowercase is intentional...

you missed him.

you missed his smile. you wished you hadn't lashed out at him in the morning, he was just being concerned for you, he was being caring. the subject was just too touchy and you flamed up, you shouldn't have been so sensitive...

you hoped he knew that you were sorry.

he didn't even say anything, his eyes just got really sad, and he walked away. quiet as a ghost.

and now everywhere you looked you saw him.

you tried calling around but it seemed like nobody knew where he was. you had a feeling like he wouldn't want to speak to you even if you did manage to find him, his hurt face etched permanently into your mind.

this is why you hated words; once they were said they could never be unsaid, never be unheard, never be taken back.

when you heard the clicking sound of the front door unlocking you rushed downstairs barefoot, not caring about how cold the tiles felt underneath the soles of your feet.

"(y/n) i'm home-"

you wrapped your arms around him, trapping him in a tight embrace; never wanting to let go, never wanting to stop inhaling his familiar scent of iced vanilla lattes and woods during winter.

"i'm sorry." you said, your face still pressed against against his chest. he runs a hand through your hair.

"that's funny," he says with a sheepish smile, showing you the bouquet of roses that were in his other hand, "i was actually planning on saying the same thing."

you laugh. oh steve. you lash out at him and he's the one to buy you flowers and apologize.

he hands you the bouquet of roses and scoops you up bridal style.

"steve what are you doing?" you ask.

"carrying you up the stairs of course, you're barefoot right?" he asks.

and being the princely boy that he is, he carries you like a rescued princess and places you on top of your bed.

"only one thing missing now...be right back!" steve hollers before running back downstairs, "don't go anywhere!"

"don't worry," you holler back with a laugh, "i won't."

as you're swinging your feet, waiting for him to return, you can hear the clanging sounds of bowls and spoons. you smile. he was just too good for you sometimes.

he came back upstairs with two bowls of ice cream sundaes; one was vanilla with brownie chunks inside, drizzled with hot fudge sauce and chocolate chips, and the other one was vanilla filled with cookie bits and lots of chocolate drizzle. both of them had metal spoons stabbed into the scoops.

you knew immediately that the one with chocolate chips was for you. steve couldn't stand chocolate chips. "but chocolate is meant to be consumed in large unhealthy proportions!" he'd playfully argue with you.

accepting the bowl with bow your hands, you scooted over to make space for him to sit with you on the bed.

he did, plopping down next to you with his own bowl still in his hands. "so...now that i've manipulated you with ice cream..."

"you want me to talk about what you asked me about this morning." you said, clutching your bowl a little tighter.

"please don't get angry at me again-"

"no it's fine." you say with a smile, "i think i'm finally ready to talk..."

[heynikkiyousofine]

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Love, Death, and Chocolate Cake

Summary: After the unexpected death of the sister, Kagome must navigate a restaurant, grief and a new person in her life.

“Order’s up!”

“I need a hot fudge sundae for table 23!”

Ring, ring, ring.

“Can I get birthday singers?”

“Anyone seen Adam? His table needs him.”

“Hello, thank you for calling Italiano, how may I help you?”

Buzz, print. Buzz, print.

“Shippo! Table 5 is sat with four.”

Kagome ripped the ticket off the printer, her focus solely on the expo line in front of her. It was Friday night, the dinner service was just getting started, and her reservation list was full for the entire evening. Of course, this was the one night Kikyo had to take off. Shaking her head, she grabbed the parsley, plucking the perfect length to lay across the chicken parmesan.

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[star-star-fall-inlove]

ITS VALENTINES DAY AND WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? FLIRT!

So yeah Happy Valentines and if u get a random pick up line in ur inbox yep that was me. And to celebrate Valentines!!!

(Most are pickup line tho one will be a joke because...no just no)

Today was the day! The day of love and romance, and you were going to make your dear friends feel the love with your overwhelming affection. You already decided what you were going to do! And it's time to make it happen~ you slipped the the goodie bags you made yourself on their desk. You couldn't wait to get they're reactions! You walked away with a smile on your face happy to have completed your little project successfully.

Heartslabyul

♡ Riddle was surprised to say the least. Who could have put this on his desk? And why? This is unbelievable..this must be a joke now way would someone give him a chocolate and a...paper? When he read that paper slip his face was reddd like he was extremely embarrassed! But he appreciates the paper ...

The paper says: If beauty were time, you’d be eternity

♡ Trey was also a little shocked at first but he was suddenly overcome with amusement. This was really cute and nice and he would cherish this! The chocolate was tasty too ngl and he thinks he knows who might have given this to him. He's definitely going to back them something and give them a little note tomorrow!

The paper says: Are you a cake? Cause I want a piece of that.

♡ Cater got extremely happy when saw the gift on his desk! He most definitely bragged to the other's about this! He didn't care as much that the other's got the same gift as him. Because he was sure his had a certain feeling behind it. But either way he was happy and posted about this surprise gift! He was really happy when he noticed it wasn't chocolate but his favorite snack #BestValentine #Hilarious Pickup line #Happy Valentines Day

The paper says: Wow, when God made you, he was seriously showing off!

♡ Deuce He was stunned tbh like he was frozen still to the point he looked like a statue! He only recovered when he noticed Ace got one too. He was curious as to who gave him these? Not that he does mind...in fact he likes it a lot. He was red the whole day and very distracted. He really liked the pickup line

What the paper says: If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.

♡ Ace Woah Woah WOAH! Is this chocolate!? And a note! HELL YEAH! He was so excited he couldn't stop talking about it allll day it was starting to get annoying. But he couldn't help it! The note was extremely hilarious and the chocolate was goood. He definitely wants to thank the person who gave this to him! And he would definitely find them!

What the paper says: Are you a time traveler? Because I absolutely see you in my future.

Savanaclaw

♡ Leona, He wasn't planning on going to class at all but Ruggie wouldn't stop nagging him so he had no choice. He didn't really know what he felt when he saw the gift on his desk. But either way he was a little curious and opened the note..I don't know how you did it..but you made him a chuckle. He couldn't help it! It was just to damn cheesy! Who in this twisted world would even write this?? Actually he has an idea of who did. He'll be sure to tease you when he sees you

What the paper says: Are you any good at boxing? Because you look like a knockout.

♡ Ruggie, He was very interested in the chocolate now! Tho he kinda wishes it was a donut but he'll take it anyway. He wasn't interested in the note at all until Jack had mentioned so he decided to read it. He was caught of guard. He expected a "I love you" not this! Though it made his day so he'll take it

What the paper says: Now I know what a hot fudge sundae lacks. A hot slice of you.

♡ Jack, Chocolate? It's been a while since he last had Chocolate. And it was very delicious! He ate a couple of the Chocolate before reading the note. His usually serious face went red a little and couple of laughs could be heard. He's never laughed this hard in a while...

What the paper said: If I had a nickel for every time I saw someone as beautiful as you, I’d still only have five cents

Octavinelle

♡ Azul, He was a confused to see a note and a bag of chocolate on his desk. Tbh he was Hella suspicious of the goods, it took him a while to eat the chocolate. He only ate it after he read the note, His opinion on the note? Oh he thought it was weird...but He guesses it was cute...

What the note says: Hershey factories make millions of kisses a day, but I’m asking for only one.

♡ Jade, Jade was amused, don't get him wrong though he is curious to know who gifted this to him. And he will be investigating this matter soo yeah watch out, haha don't worry tho he'll most definitely thank you! And he'll give you a gift of his own that's all. He'll also compliment the chocolate you made and maybe ask for the recipe if he really likes it.

What the paper says: You know, I believe that honesty is the best policy, so to be perfectly honest, you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.

♡ Floyd, He wasn't interested in valentine at all. That was until he saw the gift in his desk. So he got curious and opened it tbh he wasn't really interested in the chocolate, he was more intrigued by the note. So when he read it he exploded in laughter honestly it was scary to the people next to him. Man his sides hurt too and couldn't breathe. But his thoughts on the gift were positive! Yayy

What the note says: I’m not currently an organ donor, but I’d be happy to give you my heart.

Scarabia

♡ Kalim, Kalim was confused but flattered. He didn't really understand the line but he thought it was cool and he could tell it was a compliment? He most definitely asked Jamil what he thought the paper meant and who thought gave it to him. But let's just say Kalim was veryyy happy the whole day! He very much liked the bracelet that was given to him!

What the paper says: If you were a Transformer, you’d be ‘Optimus Fine.’

♡ Jamil, Was also suspicious of the gift. Tho he later confirmed the chocolate was okay to eat when he saw the aduece duo eating similar chocolate. He wasn't really interested in the chocolate tho he did eat some. Let me tell u a secret he might not show it but he enjoyed the gift a lot!

What the paper says: If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together.

Pomefiore

♡ Vil, Vil wasn't shocked since he already received tons of chocolate and gifts from his fans. He wasn't surprised when there was some cheesy pickup line on a paper he also want not surprised for the gift to be a necklace that seemed to be hand-made. But he was surprised when he noticed a familiar writing style. He couldn't hold back a little a smile he had for you, this was very nice. He was also happy that you gifted him a necklace instead of a traditional chocolate or bear. You will definitely see him walking around with it on sometimes

What the paper says: I wish I’d paid more attention to science in high school, because you and I’ve got chemistry and I want to know all about it.

♡ Rook, He already knew it was you who gifted him this! He was in the classroom when you were going to drop the gifts on the desk. So of course you just handed him the gift with a smile. He was very thankful and liked the chocolate a lot! The note was very amusing and he'll be sure to write u a poem for you!

What the note says: You know, I’m actually terrible at flirting. How about you try to pick me up instead?

♡ Epel, Tbh Epel was having a bad day today, So he was annoyed when he say something on his desk thinking it was from Vil he walked up to his desk ready to throw it away when he noticed it was bag with a note. So out of curiosity he opened the bag. He actually never thought he would get chocolate and note tbh. That doesn't mean he doesn't like it! Infact he's very happy considering that today is Valentines! Though Vil might just take this chocolate from him....so he has to be careful

What the note says: If you were a fruit, you’d be a ‘fine-apple.’

Ignihyde

♡ Idia, You gave the note and gift to his brother Ortho! Idia was a little embarrassed and nervous at first but he eventually opened the note and red it...AND BOY WAS HE FLUSTERED! Like the tips of his hair was pink! Just imagine if u said this to him in person? Oh lord he'd die.

What the note says: Do you have a name, or can I just call you ‘mine?

♡ Ortho, He was surprised when you came up to earlier with a bear and bag. He was really happy when you gave him the bear and note! He found the joke hilarious! Ah! He promise to give the bag and note to his brother! So don't worry

What the note says: Why don't sharks eat clowns? Because they taste funny.

Diasonmia

♡ Malleus, He was the most surprised of them all. He would never expect anyone would give a him gift since...yeah. But he can tell who gave him this! He couldn't wait to see you tonight! So just expect to see a happy dragon man with flowers and chocolate for you and only you<3 You might even get a kiss On the forehead.

What the paper says: Kiss me if I’m wrong but, dinosaurs still exist, right?

♡ Lilia, He was amused, This was really cute! He could tell who wrote this and they weren't being very sneaky about it tbh. Just expect a note and box of chocolate on your desk the very next day! It might be to late but it couldn't hurt to repay you back! He hopes you enjoy his homemade chocolate as much as he enjoyed yours<3

What the note says: I’d like to take you to the movies, but they don’t let you bring in your own snacks.

♡ Silver, Silver was also in class the only difference is he was sleep. And when I say he was sleep, he was really in dream land so he didn't hear place the bag down. He only awoke when the teacher taped on him. He was confused when he saw the bag and ofc suspicious of it at first. But he eventually ate the chocolate when his father said it was fine to eat. Also bonus points you made him blush and chuckle because of the note!

What the note says: Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I try walking by again?

♡ Sebek, You were placing the gift on his desk when he caught you. Manz demanded you tell him what you were doing. So all you could do was come clean and tell him that it was a Valentines gift for him. He was flabbergasted but had an odd overwhelming feeling of pride? Anyway to say the least his face was red and was stuff like "Oh? Uh um you got me a gift? Will..I.I see...will human thank you" He cleared his throat a lot lol! He greatly appreciates it so yayy

What the note says: You’ve got everything I’ve been searching for, and believe me—I’ve been looking a long time.

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I hope u guys enjoyed this lol! Because it was fun writing this<3

[amamillalatortilla]

Watching the story of poptarts unfold is hilarious

Ah Fruit flavors are best toasted, as are the chocolate fudge ones

the ice cream sundae one (yes that's a real flavor) is best frozen and the rest have varying degrees of success either way

yeah i got a strawberry pack because i wanted a safe flavor for the first one lol but there were like... cinnamon and cookiesncream and stuff like that

will need to experiment further,

[choices-november2022]

Choices November Challenge Prompts

Prompts

I have done something different this time from when I have hosted before. The first two columns, the prompts come from the National Day Calendar. The third column are three word phrases that you can include either as narrative or dialogue.

The fanworks must be posted in November (with late entries accepted through December 5). The works do not have to be posted on the specific day. You want to use the prompt cashews (from the 23rd) and post it on November 5, go ahead. Just make sure in your note or tags to tell me the day or the prompt.

As always, if you have any questions, please ask either here or send a message to my main at @lucy-268​.

Have fun!

1  Animal Rescue  |  Cinnamon  |  All is well.

2  Vegan  |  Deviled Eggs  |  I'd love to!

3  He Cooks  |  Sandwiches  |  You are joking.

4  Jersey  |  Candy  |  I can't dance.

5  Health  |  Donuts  |  Maybe you're right.

6  Music  |  Nachos  |  How are you?

7  Color the World Orange  |  Chocolate with Almonds  |  Thanks so much.

8  Teaching  |  Cappuccino  |  Do it now.

9  Adoption  |  Breakfast  |  I miss you.

10  Stout (beer)  |  Cupcakes  |  Dreams come true.

11  Nurses  |  Sundaes  |  I just can't.

12  Books  |  Pizza  |  Let it go.

13  Kindness  |  Indian Pudding  |  Try something new.

14  Tongue Twister  |  Spicy Guacamole  |  Are you sure?

15  Conversation  |  Bundt Cake  |  Let's get drunk.

16  Tolerance  |  Fast Food  |  Now or never.

17  Happy  |  Baklava  |  Keep it legal.

18  Maps  |  Vichyssoise  |  Haters gonna hate.

19  Board Game  |  Carbonated Beverage with Caffeine  |  Appreciate the moment.

20  Birthday  |  Peanut Butter Fudge  |  I love you.

21  Red Mittens  |  Gingerbread Cookie  |  Get enough sleep.

22  Puzzles  |  Cranberry Relish  |  I'll be there.

23  Jukebox  |  Cashews  |  Please forgive me.

24  Thankful  |  Sardines  |  Count your blessings.

25  Shopping  |  Parfaits  |  I trust you.

26  Travel  |  Cake  |  Change is good.

27  Aura  |  Bavarian Cream Pie  |  I got this.

28  Astronomy  |  French Toast  |  You like that?

29  Hobby  |  Butter  |  Against all odds.

30  Purse  |  Mousse  |  It isn't over.

[mixtapedoh]

Gunshot! Cast ateez as poptart flavors?

come join my autumn celebration!

ꨄ — gunshot your words are like a gunshot, i'm bleeding love

this one is so funny, asdfghgfdsdfghjhgfd, i am tempted to give them all weird flavors like crocs (hongjoong) or motor oil (san) or whatever, but also i think we all want to know who is brown sugar cinnamon (my HEART) and who is strawberry, so i am giving the people what they want. also like,,,, i haven't had a poptart since 2009, so we're really going off of random ass vibes.

hongjoong as hello kitty meow-berry (you don't realize just how badly i wanted this flavor as a kid,,,,, the fact that i never got to taste them,,,,,, criminal)

seonghwa as hot fudge sundae (while i have no idea the quality of the taste, now, whenever my mom got these as a kid it felt like i was given rights to be absolutely crazy.)

yunho as brown sugar cinnamon (a classic. an underrated fav.)

yeosang as wild berry (purely for the aesthetic, though. i have never tried them and thus i cannot sign off on the true vibecheck.)

san as mint chocolate chip (another entry in the never-ending file of 'damn, wish i had the chance to have had this in my youth when i know without a doubt i would have loved it indiscriminate')

mingi as cherry (so good!!!!!!!!!!!! one of my favorites <3)

wooyoung as pink lemonade (i have vivid memories of one of my friends devOURING these in high school, and idk, the vibes and memories are there)

jongho as strawberry (darling choice. the people's princess. strawberry, you will always be famous.)

[ryttu3k]

Not a clue how many vegan followers who enjoy cruises I have, but I want to stick the pictures I took of the main dining room vegan options somewhere, and it may as well be here! We ate at the main dining room five of the seven nights. Will include the night, the official description, my image, and a brief thought.

This was for a seven-day Australian domestic cruise on Royal Caribbean's Brilliance of the Seas. The nights we skipped were days 4 (British night, vegan options were garden salad, butternut squash curry that was available in the buffet anyway, and a vegan berry sundae), and days 6 (Royal Night, the other formal night - vegan options were a citrus/avocado/melon salad, stuffed red bell pepper, and a chilled banana-cocoa custard). Our sailing did not include Mexican Night (disappointingly, some interesting stuff on there!) or Mediterranean Night (exact same items as Bon Voyage).

Day 1: Welcome Aboard

Starter: Roasted Tomato Soup. A blend of seasoned vine-ripened Roma tomatoes topped with crunchy garlic ciabatta croutons and basil pesto.

A very tasty small serve of soup.

Main: Herb-Crusted Stuffed Portobello. With vegan creamed spinach and fluffy vegetable couscous, baked until golden in marinara sauce and herb oil.

Whoops, I started on this one before I took a photo. It was very round! The couscous was good.

Dessert: Peanut-Caramel Bar. Crispy peanut butter rice square with a touch of maple syrup over a sweet mixed berry compote.

No compote, actual fresh berries. I do love peanut butter and caramel, although it did feel fairly simple.

Day 2: Italian Night

Starter: Golden Polenta Fries with Spicy Dip. Crispy baked corn polenta served with a chilled creamy hazelnut-red pepper spread.

Delish, the sauce was fantastic. Kind of wanted seconds.

Main: Vegan Spaghetti Bolognese. Al dente pasta in a rich marinara sauce with hearty mushrooms and a tofu crumble.

It was... edible! Bizarrely, the tofu crumble seemed to be silken tofu? I got the impression it'd be more parmesan-like. This one was just okay.

Dessert: Crumbly Oat and Berry Bar. Layers of jam and brown-sugar-crusted oats baked fresh and topped with berries and mint.

Very tasty, although again, it felt a bit basic (and there was no mint at all).

Day 3: French Night (formal)

Starter: Creamy Butternut Squash Soup. Roasted harvest squash blended with coconut milk topped with crisp toasted pumpkin seeds.

Only a small serve, but an excellent pumpkin soup.

Main: Spring Pea and Asparagus Risotto. Creamy short-grained rice in simmering pea and mint sauce with jumbo tender asparagus.

Felt... sparse. These are not jumbo asparagus, RC! The peas were either frozen or freeze-dried? Not great. Pretty disappointing for formal night.

Dessert: Dark Chocolate Chip Cookies. Homestyle favorite served with fresh raspberries.

These, at least, were delish. Raspberry, single, lmao. Odd choice for formal night, though.

Day 5: Caribbean Night

Starter: Green Lentil Soup. Hearty lentils simmered in a San Marzano tomato base with fragrant rosemary. AND Maple-Soy Tofu and Avocado Salad. Chilled marinated tofu tossed with plump grape tomatoes, ripe avocado, and toasted white sesame seeds.

Two, two vegan starters! Got both, for Science. The soup was delish, and the tofu was beautifully done, although avocado lovers would be deeply disappointed by only two little cubes.

Main: Stuffed Grilled Eggplant. Whole wheat couscous with pomegranate seeds and bell peppers layered inside grilled eggplant, with minted cucumber and a spring onion dressing.

No pomegranate to be found, but otherwise extremely tasty.

Dessert: Vegan Fudge Brownie. Rich chocolate brownie with sweet whipped cream and caramel sauce.

The 'cream' felt odd, but the giant scoop of ganache more than made up for it. Delish brownie, very fudgy and much better than the cakey brownies they had up at Windjammer.

Day 7: Bon Voyage

Starter: Pan-Seared Asparagus. Jumbo green asparagus with creamy white bean hummus and a hazelnut-basil pesto drizzle.

Again! These are not jumbo asparagus! Tasted great, especially the hazelnut pesto, and Mum and I both got seconds of it, just... not much to it.

Main: Vegetable Greek Moussaka. Layers of grilled eggplant, Roma tomatoes and tender potatoes and onion, topped with panko breadcrumbs and served with oregano-tomato salsa.

My favourite of the mains, really filling and tasty.

Dessert: Chocolate Cherry Tart. Vanilla tart shell with rich dark chocolate ganache and cherry filling, sweet whipped cream and lemon zest.

No lemon zest, but there was a maraschino cherry! Very tasty, albeit quite hard to eat! (The ganache would slide around on top of the cherry filling.) The whipped cream was a bit overly sweet.

Overall thoughts

Not bad, and there has at least been an attempt! Some items were... weirdly sparse, like the formal night risotto, and the starter serves were sometimes tiny. Also, they do not know the meaning of 'jumbo asparagus', apparently. Some pretty decent desserts, albeit some quite simple. On the plus side, it's not just a scoop of lemon sorbet or some fruit!

Vegans won't go hungry, although you may want a protein shake or bar or something too.