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chaoticoconut · 5 years ago

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BARBARA GORDON HEADCANONS THAT MAKE ME SWOON!!

(and so can you!! alfkvoekfndnej does anyone get that reference anyhoo)

I couldn't NOT post these idk I was showering and then I was hit with a mf tornado of hcs about my favorite gal and I figured I'd share :))))

Barbara and Tim are actually the most potty mouthed members of the batfam, excluding Kate. Jason is close, but only when he's upset (which probably seems trivial bc he's yk always upset but I hc him a pretty chill if not bitter and snarky guy). Tim cusses more when he's tired, but he consciously tries to bite his tongue. Barbara has no remorse and cusses very casually and openly, because she sees no point in abstaining. It releases endorphins guys. Duh. She uses those ridiculous "holy heck Batman!" lines as Batgirl unless she's genuinely thrown off her game. She limits her cussing a lot as Oracle bc she's not one to offend people, and you never know. It's most definitely a civilian thing for her, and anyone who knows Babs knows she's a fucking sailor.

Her favorite food of all time is pizza. Her dream house has a brick pizza oven. She has a food blog with every pizzeria in the greater Gotham area ranked from best to worst. Her favorite of all time is the Gotham Pizza Garden, which is located in Old Gotham near the police station. Technically it's the second best pizza in Gotham, second to Gargoyle Pie Company, which is renowned for being the epitome of Gotham-style pizza and is always busy. She has a lot of memories of GPG though, and loves both pies. GPG also has an incredible Chicago style pizza, which is her second favorite type of pizza. She does however believe Gotham style is superior and thinks less of Dick for disagreeing (@blanddcheadcanons tie-in heyo!!) Very few things make Babs as happy as gourmet pizza.

She grew up watching Teenage Mutant Turtles, Powerpuff Girls, and Star Trek. They all hold a very special place in her heart. There is totally a connection between her love of pizza and TMNT and turtles and mixed martial arts. She once got the boys to go as the turtles for Halloween, with her crushing it as April.

Speaking of turtles, she's had a pet turtle named after icon Nichelle Nichols since high school. Yes, she does call her Shelly. Yes it's cliche. No she does not care. She also has a calico cat named Cornflake that Dick gave her as a birthday present. She doesn't have pet dogs until she and Dick finally settle down. She never had them growing up because her father is allergic and her mother was a devout cat lady. She's not really sure why she never got any on her own, she's just more familiar with cats. After her mom passed away, she did get a bunch of bunnies whom she and JJ named after their favorite horror movie monsters and serial killers.

She loves slasher flicks. It's a family thing. JJ was creepy about it, Jim loves the thrill, Babs loves the mythos, and her mom was never really afraid of anything and found them funny.

She inherited her mother's love for baking. She left her her cookbook, which contains an amazing mixed berry pie recipe. Her pie baking abilities rival Alfred's. She even begins to branch out with her recipes and experiment with all sorts of fillings and even cake-pies (fanfic au tie-in heyo). Everybody loves a Barbara baked good. She knows everyone's faves and literally crushes holiday season. Dick is all about the og mixed berry pie, whereas Jay, who loves lemon everything (hc I saw awhile ago that I just love) prefers either a lemon meringue or a raspberry lemon. Tim is all about strawberry open face while Steph prefers cherry cheesecake or pecan pie. Cass and Bruce both love her cinnamon apple pie. Duke loves just about anything she bakes, but especially her more adventurous, contest winning pies like kiwi-blueberry-black cherry and other originals. Kate will die for Babs' cherry pie. Damian prefers blackberry or mixed like Dick. Alfred is a sweet potato pie kind of guy himself. There's a farmer's market in Blüdhaven her mother went with her to when she was a kid that Barbara still goes to get get all the fresh fruit.

Even better than Barbara or Alfred baking alone is them baking together. Roy Harper is also a pretty good baker. They all trade recipes with Martha Kent. M'gann brings wine to the manor and assembles them all for fun days of baking.

She's also totally the type of gal who made a shit ton of cupcakes when she ran for class prez and stayed I from Batgirl duties to finish them. Just saying.

She picks baking back up as Oracle but several hero emergencies lead her to burn perfectly good desserts.

She and Roy will always have puppy-love crushes on one another and be totally oblivious. They both did ballet as kids, love baking, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, shameless empty flirting, and tech. They're completely platonic and really great lifelong friends. They met at a Wayne gala as kids.

As if she wasn't already talented enough, she's completely ambidextrous. I'm jealous. Dick and Wally are left handed. Bruce is similarly ambi. Selina's a leftie. Maybe Alfred too.

She likes to enter contests and win for fun. She's a monster. Everything from baking to video games to weight lifting, she loves showing people up.

Dick, Babs, and Tim all snore atrociously loud. The batfam hates it. She's the quietest out of them all, but she's also a blanket hog. And a major cuddler.

Her favorite colors are grey and green. Purple does deserve an honorable mention however. Her apartment is a fair mix of green and grey decor and covered in books.

She was a total ballerina growing up, just like her mom wanted. That was until she discovered how kick ass martial arts were, and she got a little too jacked to continue with ballet as a formidable career option. Her next best option is becoming a cop at this point, but her father believes that not only would it be far too dangerous but a waste of her skills (like ballet cough cough). This upsets her so much she goes off and invents Batgirl, complete with a stole grappling gun from evidence.

In college she works as a barista and excels at it. Her dream is to open up a cafe/bakery/flower shop with Dinah some day. She wants to call her half Bean Me Up Scotty! (another hc I saw and fell in love with)

Babs is also a pretty good cook being that she became the family chef at a young age (Jim can barbeque and make spaghetti. That's literally it. Maybe some breakfast). Cooking lessons from Alfred certainly helped.

Her personality is so versatile. She can get along with pretty much anyone due to her wide range of interests and skills which is what makes Oracle so bad ass. She's also a Libra so she adapts fairly easily to any group without seeming fake.

She has a podcast where she rants about tech and feminism and politics and plays video games

She SO took Latin in high school and dominated competitions. She loves classical studies and is a dork for Greek and Roman mythology as well as linguistics. She has a pretty good grasp on all of the romance languages, and learns languages fairly quickly.

She always smells like mint and books. She has killer mint shampoo and conditioner, which is a Kean family thing (they just love the scent). She always smells refreshing.

She likes coffee but prefers tea always. She's like Ramona Flowers with tea

Her music taste is total 90s nostalgia (grunge, boybands, air pop, ska, hip hop) meets far too indie 4 u. Yes she's pretentious. Yes she loves chick rock and *NSYNC and Britney and Kurt Cobain and Biggie and deal with it. She also loves shit you've never even heard of. Was totally into the Gotham punk scene as a teen.

She collects vinyl and books and horror flicks ugh hipster queen

She loves spicy food and Dick cannot stand it. They both like sour candy though

If your Barbara Gordon didn't graduate high school at 16 she doesn't have rights

She was all of the Robin's first crush. Duh. Tim will always think she's the gold standard of women. He likes that she usually sticks up for him. He doesn't mind being seen as her male equivalent lmao

At some point Jay and Babs are roommates and it's literally the best I'll talk abt that later

Her type is guys with dark hair or blonde gals.

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thetravelerwrites · 6 years ago

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Jukah Ironblood (Part 3) Lemon

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Male Orc x Female Human Additional Tags: Exophilia, Orc Boyfriend, Daycare, POV First Person, First Person Perspective, Male Reader, Interspecies Romance Content Warnings: Kids, Children, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Hyperthyroidism, Graves Disease, Cachexia, Chronic Illness, Sex, Oral Sex, Hair-Pulling Kink Words: 4718

After her car is buried in snow, Briauna decides to stay with Jukah for a few days. During that time, she urges him to connect with his family. The final chapter of @ban23‘s commission! Please leave feedback!

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We got to my apartment just fifteen minutes after leaving the daycare, shaking snow out of our hair and shucking off our coats.

“Hungry, Brie?” I asked.

“Starving,” She said. “But I also want to take a hot shower.”

“I’ll cook breakfast while you wash up. First door on the right down the hall is the bathroom. There’s clean towels and a pack of toothbrushes in there, and I’ll find you something to wear. I’m sure I’ve got a long band t-shirt that would cover most of you.”

She smirked wickedly. “Do you want it to cover most of me?” She pressed her body into my side.

“During breakfast, yeah,” I replied. “After that… let’s play it by ear.”

“If you say so, cariño,” She said, giving me a kiss and squeezing my rear before prancing down the hallway. I followed her and pulled a shirt from my closet, handing it to her and watching her disappear into the bathroom, listening as she knocked about and turned on the water. I smiled and went back to the kitchen.

She emerged shortly, toweling her hair, just as I was plating omelets and toast. The shirt I’d given her fell just half an inch past her buttocks. If she raised her arms straight up, I’d see everything.

“Where do I put my clothes?” She asked.

“Laundry room is off to the right, there,” I said, clearing my throat and trying not to notice how smooth and curvy her thighs were. “Just throw them in the washing machine. Orange juice or milk?”

“Juice,” She replied, taking both plates and putting them on the table and retrieving silverware from the drainboard as I poured the drinks. It was strange how at ease we both were, moving around each other in the kitchen as if we’d been living together for years, despite the fact that we’d only known each other for about a month and she’d never been in my apartment before. It just felt… natural.

“What kind of pie are you making for Kody’s party?” I asked. “We can walk to a corner market not far from here and pick up what you need, assuming they’re open before then.”

“I was debating doing two, actually: a fruit pie and a cheesecake, for people who don’t like fruit pies.”

“Ooh, that sounds good.”

“Thanks. Apple seems to be a universal crowd-pleaser, and I can do pretty things with the crust, maybe little pastry poinsettia flowers as decoration. I was also thinking of doing three different sauces for the cheesecake, so people can pick.”

I laughed. “Damn, you don’t mess around, do you?”

“Not when it comes to desserts,” She said, happily munching on toast. “If I hadn’t gone into childcare, I’d have been a pâtissier.”

I smirked at her. “Well, hell, dating you might actually get my weight up.”

She nodded, sipping her orange juice. “You wanna get fat, I’m your girl.”

I snickered. I finished my breakfast while Briauna was still eating. I stood to put my dishes in the sink and turned to look at Briauna, leaning against the table as she ate and scrolling through worried texts from her family, who lived in a state that didn’t get snowstorms.

The shirt I had given her wasn’t quite long enough to cover her bottom when she sat down. She was also sitting in such a way that I could see between her legs, and she was not wearing underwear. The soft apex of her core was flush against the cool, polished wood of the chair in which she was sitting, the lower parts of her butt cheeks pressed flat. Man, that plump flesh would feel so good in my hands…

I looked away quickly, blushing. “I’m going to take a shower, too.”

“Mkay,” She said, giving me a kiss as I passed and returned to eating her eggs. I switched on the washer as I went.

My heart was thumping in my chest and I felt myself growing hard as I made my way to the bathroom, turning on the water. It had been a few years since I’d been with anyone, and I was a bit pent up. I was hoping Briauna and I would take that step today, so I didn’t want to… take care of it myself.

I undressed and got into the shower, my swollen cock knocking into the doorframe as I got it, making me flinch. My shower was the kind that didn’t have a tub; it was glass enclosed, tiled, and with a drain in the floor. It’s one of the reasons I chose this apartment. I hated baths. It felt to me like I was stewing in my own filth.

The glass was warped and frosted, so I could see the outline of everything outside, including the door opening and the silhouette of Briauna stepping into the room.

“Brie?” I said. “What’s up?”

She opened the glass door and looked at me, all of me, and bit her lip. I fought the urge to cover myself. I had been self-conscious about my skinny body all my life, and I was a little concerned she would be turned off when she saw me naked.

Turned off was definitely not words to describe the look on her face. “It looks like you are,” She said, pulling the shirt over her head, leaving her standing nude in front of me. God, she was gorgeous. “Room for one more?”

I smiled and took her hand, pulling her into the shower with me. “It’s a good thing your hair isn’t dry yet,” I said.

She giggled and kissed me, pressing her warm skin against mine, my arousal trapped between the flesh of our stomachs. It pulsed against her, and she giggled again.

“Can I help you with that?” She asked, putting her hand between us and stroking me as the water cascaded down her body. I groaned and my head fell forward onto her shoulder. I kissed and nipped at her skin. With her other hand, she ran it through my short hair and gripped it, holding me against her neck.

She knelt down while holding my eye and smiling slightly, and oh God, just that single fluid movement was so sexy that I had to brace a hand against the wall.

She took me in her hand, pumping me a few times. Her tongue came out and she slowly ran the length of it over the tip and I gasped.

“Moan for me, querido,” She said, and I couldn’t help but oblige her. A sound escaped out of me that I had never heard myself make before.

“Ay, si, cariño. Te voy a hacer sentir tan bien.”

“Remind me to take Spanish lessons,” I huffed, struggling to stay upright.

“I’ll teach you,” She said, smiling up at me as she stroked me in her hand. “You’ll be cumming in Spanish by the end of the month.”

Before I could reply, she had sucked me into her mouth down to the base and I cried out. I put my hand on her head as she sucked, combing my fingers through her hair and caressing her cheek. The litany of sounds I was making certainly weren’t dignified, but the hell if I cared. It felt incredible. Briauna knew what she was doing, and I was more than happy about it.

She sucked faster, sealing her mouth around me, and I nearly fell.

“I’m going to cum,” I whispered. She didn’t pull away, instead reaching underneath to massage my balls. Lightning struck my body, every muscle in my body wound tight, and I came straight down her throat, gushing over and over. She didn’t spill a drop.

As I was gathering my breath back with my arm on the wall and my forehead pressed into my elbow, I gasped, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Spunk is bad for drains,” She said. “Wouldn’t want to clog up your pipes, now, would we?” She stood up and kissed me deeply, moaning into my mouth. Then she reached for my soap and started scrubbing me down.

“Don’t you want me to… uh… reciprocate?” I asked as she washed my back.

“I’m going to be here for a couple of days, huh? Plenty of time. No reason to rush it. I just saw you make a quick dash for the bathroom with a blush on your face and thought you could use a hand.” I groaned as she scratched that spot in the middle of my back that I could never reach. “Besides, I wanted to see that cute bubble butt in the flesh.” She popped my left cheek, making me jump.

I rinsed off the soap and turn the water off, stepping out onto the mat and reaching for a towel. She took a second one and ran it through my hair, wiggling my head and laughing.

This felt really good. Just… being close and playing around and just the general feeling of peace. I hadn’t felt like this in… ever. Comfort. That’s what it was.

I bent my head and kissed her, soft and lingering, holding her damp body against mine.

When I pulled back, she laughed, a sweet light in her eyes. “What was that for?”

“Just ‘cause,” I said.

“That’s a good reason,” She said, smiling and kissing me again.

We spent the morning mostly naked, watching Christmas movies while her clothes got cleaned. When they were dry, we both got dressed and headed to the market. Someone had gone to the trouble of shoveling the sidewalk so that people could travel on foot, but most of the cars were still buried, Briauna’s included.

“So what are we looking for?” I asked her.

“Well, you already have flour, butter, and sugar, so we need cream cheese, vanilla bean, apples, cinnamon, strawberries, blueberries, and some cooking chocolate.”

“Gotcha,” I said. “Have you been to this market before?”

“Nope,” She said. “I usually go to the supercenter nearby my apartment.”

I shook my head. “No, no, no, this place is far superior.” I raised my hand in greeting. “Hey, Mrs. Tailor!”

“Hey, Jukah!” The elderly woman at the counter said. “Who’s that with you?”

“I’m his girlfriend, Brie,” Briauna said, waving. I looked at her with an eyebrow raised. She smiled. “Aren’t I?”

I grinned and kissed her temple. “Yes, you are.”

“Oh, isn’t she pretty? I’m glad you’ve got a girl for the holidays,” Mrs. Tailor said.

“Thanks, Mrs. Tailor,” I replied.

“What are we looking for, niños?” Mrs. Tailor asked.

“Oh, hablas español?” Brie asked happily.

“Sí, conocí a mi esposo en Cancún.” Mrs. Tailor pointed at me. “Es muy guapo, te parece?”

“Sí, señora,” Brie replied. “Y él tiene un trasero muy lindo.”

The two of them laughed.

“I feel like you’re laughing at my expense.” I said suspiciously.

“You’re right,” Mrs. Tailor said.

“But in a good way,” Brie said, kissing my cheek.

“So, what are you two looking for?” Mrs. Tailor asked.

“She’s actually making some pies for a party we’re going to. Want to help us pick out the best produce?”

“Pies? Oh, honey, you’re talking my language.” Little Mrs. Tailor hopped off her stool and came around. “What kind of pies?”

Mrs. Tailor spent twenty minutes with us, helping us pick out the best berries and apples, the finest vanilla bean and cinnamon sticks in her store, and packs of cream cheese and graham crackers. She even gave us a discount.

“Aw, you don’t have to do that, Mrs. Tailor,” I said.

“Don’t you worry about it, baby,” She said. “Happy holidays, you two!”

“Gracias! Fue un placer conocerte! Feliz Navidad!” Briauna said, waving at Mrs. Tailor as we left and slowly walked back to my apartment.

“Cuídalo, cariña!” Mrs. Tailor called after us.

“She’s super sweet,” Briauna said, taking my arm.

“Yeah, she is. Mrs. Tailor was one of the first people I met when I came to town, and she’d been looking out for me ever since.”

“Aww,” Briauna cooed. “That’s nice. It makes me happy that you have so many friends.”

I hadn’t really thought about it, but I guess I did have a lot of friends. Maybe I just didn’t think of them as friends because I didn’t think they saw me as a friend.

Ugh. My head hurt.

We got back to my apartment, and she put everything in my fridge. It was around lunchtime, so I made us both a Caesar salad with ham chunks and cheddar cheese, and some garlic toast.

“You’re good with food, too, huh?” She asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Since my metabolism is so high, I have to eat a lot, so I figured it was good to learn how to make actual food and not just eat instant ramen and peanut butter on saltines.”

“Smart man,” She said, pinching my left butt cheek, startling me.

“You just like seeing me jump, don’t you?” I asked her, rubbing my behind.

She laughed wickedly. “You have no idea.”

“What happened to the sweet girl I started dating?” I asked her playfully.

“She’s still here. People are more than one thing, you know,” She said, kissing the back of my neck as I set our plates on the table.

“I know,” I replied, smirking at her.

After lunch, she helped me wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. When we were done, she wrapped her arms around my waist and I held her close.

“So, more Christmas movies?” I asked.

“Actually…” She said, letting me go and walking backward toward the bedroom, tugging me by my shirt. “I have a much better idea.”

I let her lead me to the bedroom and start stripping me of my clothes. She peeled her own clothes off and stood before me in all her glowing, naked glory.

It was easy for people to underestimate my strength because of my size, but I was still an orc, after all. I was easily able to lift her in my arms and throw her onto the bed. She landed with a bounce and a giggle. I pounced and she laughed more as she kissed me.

She pushed me onto my back and climbed onto me, kissing me, pushing her tongue past my lips. I put my hand in her curls and made a fist, tugging up her head so that I could bite at her neck, making her gasp and release her breath sharply. She pushed my arms down and moved up my body, so that her dripping slit was presented to my face. Holding onto the headboard, she lowered herself down so that I could reach that swollen clit with my mouth, and I licked at it hungrily.

She moaned above me as I gripped her thighs, working my tongue up, over, and down her lips. The sounds she made caused my body to react, making my cock harder than I had been that morning in the shower. Her pelvis rocked slightly as I sucked and slurped at her, her moans increasing in volume and pitch. The rocking got faster, and I sucked harder, feeling her sweltering entrance tremble against my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” She whispered as I pushed two fingers into her wetness. I sucked in her clit, shaking my head as I did so, and she gripped my hair as she came, crying out and falling against the headboard, her face pressed against the wood.

“Oh, sí cariño, que se siente tan jodidamente bien!” She cried, and again I made a mental note to learn Spanish as soon as possible.

She fell sideways onto the bed, on her back, and I rolled over her, rearing up to kneel between her open legs. I let her catch her breath, bending down to take a nipple in my mouth and gently run my teeth over it, pinching the other into a peak with my hand. She whimpered and writhed a little underneath me.

I switched breasts and sucked as much of it into my mouth as I could fit, flicking the tip of my tongue over it. She moaned again, louder, and I let her breast go with a pop. I pulled myself up to kiss her red lips, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, tilting her hips up, silently insistent.

I looked her in the eyes as I pushed myself inside her, and her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth fell open. At first, my thrusts were tentative, but she opened her eyes, held my head in her hands, looked me in the eye, and said, “Do not be gentle with me.”

I got back up on my knees and grabbed her hips, ramming myself into her at top speed and intensity, and she shrieked in pleasure, holding onto the underside of the headboard. The wet smacking of our bodies as we connected with each thrust spurred me on. I worried that I was being too aggressive, but whenever I’d ease up, she’d shout, “Harder!” And I went back at it with renewed fervor.

I felt her clenched around me as an orgasm shook her body, and she screamed out, telling me not to stop, to keep going, and I listened. I whipped my hips into her as hard and fast as I could, and she begged me to keep going, even as her orgasm ebbed. Her thighs twitched and her stomach spasmed.

“Flip me,” She said, and I pulled myself out, whipped her upside down, grasped her hips, and jerked her toward me. I shoved myself back into her and she groaned with pleasure. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her face up out of the pillows so I could hear her moans and breathy gasps. I loved those sounds. I wanted to record them and listen to them on a loop for days.

I loved the way her butt jiggled every time my body collided with hers. I loved how she kept swearing in Spanish and how she arched her back when she was close to climaxing. I loved… her.

Now wasn’t the time to declare myself, though. It had only been a week.

I felt the swell of pleasure rising up in me as she clamped down again. She must have realized I was close, perhaps feeling me pulsate inside her, because she breathed, “Cum for me, querido.”

I seemed conditioned to obey any command she gave me, because at that exact moment, I came so hard I saw spots in my vision. I released her hair, letting her fall forward, as I felt every shot fill her up and drip out. I bent over her, braced on my hands, and kissed her back. I thrust slowly to milk out the last traces of pleasure, then stopped while still inside her, breathing hard.

“Don’t move, I’ll clean you up,” I told her breathlessly, moving off the bed and getting a warm washcloth from the bathroom. She was still laying ass-up when I returned and I carefully cleaned up the mess I made. When I was done, she simply plopped over on her side and sighed contently. Giving myself a cursory wipe with the cloth, I chucked it into a hamper and climbed back into bed, snuggling her back against my front.

“You good, sweetheart?” I asked her, my nose in her hair.

“Mmm…” She said sleepily. “I’m great.”

“I’m also great,” I replied, giving her a squeeze that made her squeal. “And I’m hungry again.”

“You did just burn off a bunch of calories,” She said with a smile.

“True,” I said. “Good thing I have some protein bars in my night table.”

She laughed. “Can I get one of those, too?”

I tossed her one, which she made no attempt to catch. It landed squarely on her sternum between her breasts.

“Whoo! Got it between the goal posts, two points for you,” She said.

I laughed at her as I tore open the wrapper of my protein bar.

“Do you always have food stashed in your room?”

“I have food stashed everywhere. Never know when my sugar is going to decide to tank out of nowhere.”

“Doesn’t the medicine help you manage that?” She asked with her mouth full, like a lady.

“To a point,” I said. “It works the majority of the time, but there are some times when my thyroid goes, ‘haha, you’re about to be real tired and grouchy, so buckle up, asshole,’ and I have to put something edible in my mouth with a quickness.”

“Makes sense,” She said. “I’ll just have to keep a fresh supply of cookies and cakes and pies for you.”

You leaned forward and kissed her with gratitude. “You won’t hear me complaining about that.”

After a nap, Brie got up to start on the pies. She taught me how to make a quick crust, and as I worked on crushing the graham crackers, she asked, “So… you haven’t spoken to your family in… how long?”

“Oh, god…” I tried thinking back. “I left when I was nineteen, so… ten years?”

“You really don’t think they want to hear from you?” She asked hesitantly.

“Nothing from my upbringing would suggest otherwise,” I said, shrugging.

“Yeah, but…” She paused. “Ten years is a long time. A lot could change in ten years. People change. Attitudes change.”

I laughed. “You’re not overly familiar with orc culture, huh?”

“I mean… I just think… maybe if they knew about your condition, they’d be more understanding than you think.” She stirred the strawberry sauce in the pan. “I mean, it’s the holidays. It’s a time to be with your family. I’m not saying you have to contact them, but… maybe it’s something to consider?”

I paused in my crushing and sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

She stopped stirring and put her arms around my waist. “Sorry. I don’t mean to insert myself into your problems.”

“No, it’s okay,” I said, kissing her, linking my fingers behind her back. “You’re just concerned about me. It’s sweet and I like that about you.”

“Aww,” She said, grinning. She gave me a last kiss and went back to stirring.

The next day, we carried the pies and sauces, as well as the bean dip I usually made, to Kody’s apartment, which was just a few blocks down the street from my building.

“Hey, guys!” Kody said, giving us both a hug as we came in. “Briauna, this is Jessie, my best friend.”

Jessie came up and gave me a hug, then shook Briauna’s hand.

“Nice to meet you,” Briauna said.

“You, too,” Jessie said, taking a the pies off her hands and setting them on the counter.

Jacob and Emily were already there, and Emily had brought a date. He was a lizardman but not a kobold, like her. He looked a lot like a chameleon, actually, complete with independently moving eyes.

“Taking a break from hibernating, Emily?” I asked as I gave her a hug.

“Yeah, I had Torin wake me up for the party,” She said, jerking her head at the chameleon man.

“He’s new,” I said.

“He’s fun,” She replied, winking at me.

Jacob came up and nudged me.

“Can’t help but notice that Brie is still wearing the clothes she had on at work that last day,” He said with a sly smirk.

I rolled my eyes. “Her car got buried under snow, so she’s been staying with me.”

“Sure, sure,” He said, glancing at Emily. The two of them shared a knowing look.

“Oh, grow up, you two,” I said, shaking my head.

The dinner was amazing, just like every year, and hours later, Brie and I wandered back home.

“That was fun,” She said as I unlocked the door. “I kind of want to fool around, but I also feel like I might puke from eating so much and just want to pass out.”

“I’m with you there,” I agreed. “Even I ate too much, and I didn’t think that was possible.”

She laughed and pulled off her scarf. “I could see my car from the distance. It’s almost thawed out. I was thinking maybe going home tomorrow and packing a bag and coming back to spend the rest of the week with you. Sound good?”

“That sounds great to me,” I said. “But… aren’t you going to see your family for Christmas?”

“I was going to, but I told them about you and they said to stay. Besides, I’ll go see them for New Years. Want to come?”

My head rocked back. “You want me to meet your family?”

“Yeah,” She bit her lip. “Is it… too soon for that?”

I smiled slowly. “Is it too soon for me to tell you I love you?”

She returned the smile. “Nope.”

“Good,” I replied, pulling her into a tight hug. “Because I do.”

“I love you, too, Jukah,” She said, muffled against the fabric of my coat. “So you’ll come meet my family?”

“I’d love to.”

After I took my meds, we both undressed and got in bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

I woke in the middle of the night to her stroking me to attention from behind. I purred appreciatively and rolled over, letting her straddle me and putting my hands on her hips. When she bent down to kiss me, I reached between us and held myself steady as she lowered herself down and took all of me inside her.

She rode me in the dark, moving against the pale light shining through the curtains, glowing against the soft brown of her skin and the curl of her hair. I could hear her stilted breathing and soft moans. She was so beautiful.

I dug my fingers into her hips and thrust up into her, and she fell forward onto my chest, letting me take over. She kissed my neck and sank her teeth into my collarbone, and I groaned, my toes curling. I clapped a hand on her butt, feeling the jiggle, and she yelped and laughed.

She pushed herself up and rocked faster, grinding her body against me as she came loudly, crying out wordlessly. When her pleasure ebbed, she climbed off of me and sucked me into her mouth, bobbing up and down fast, massaging with her hands and clawing at the inside of my thighs.

It didn’t take long before I released, and like before, she took all of it. No muss, no fuss. I lay back with a sigh of relief, and she plopped down next to me, kissing me slowly until, eventually, we fell asleep again, not a word spoken.

As the first light of dawn filtered into the room, I woke up feeling hungry. Brie was still sleeping, the gold light of morning making the dusting of fine freckles stand out on her exposed chest. I looked at her for a moment with a smile on my face, feeling lucky for the first time in my life.

I got up, pulling on my boxers, and walking into the kitchen. I spotted a box of fruit bars on the fridge and grabbed one, scarfing it down to get my sugar up, when my eyes fell on my phone, which I’d left on the kitchen counter.

I picked it up and looked through my contacts, finding the number for the Floodwater Stronghold Communications Center. My finger hovered over the call button for at least five minutes before pressing it. With my hands shaking slightly, I held the phone up to my ear.

“Floodwater Stronghold Communications.”

I cleared my throat. “Yes, can you connect me with Gorcha Ironblood?”

“One moment.”

There was a waiting tone, and then the dialing tone. With each ring, my anxiety rose.

There was a click, and a voice came over the line.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Yep, that was my mom.

“Um… Hey, Mom. It’s, uh… It’s Jukah.”

There was a full thirty seconds of silence over the line before she responded. “Jukah? I… Hi… How are you?”

“I’m good, Mom. I’m good.” I took a deep breath and released it sharply. “Um… I’m sorry it took me so long to get in touch with you, but... Listen, there’s, um… There’s something I need to tell you.”

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mamabearcat · 6 years ago

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Fairytail Cafe

Sooo, I was feeling inspired by the cute Fairytail merch released by Charaum Cafe, and decided to write something cute and fluffy. And then I wrote this. Not what I was expecting. I really don’t understand my brain sometimes. First course is self indulgent NaLu romantic angst, with a hot NaLu lemon souffle on the menu for dessert.

This will be a two shot, the next part will be available on my AO3, and I’ll post the link when I’m done. WARNING: this fanfic includes mention of sexual assault. If this is triggering for you, please don’t read.

“Strawberry dessert for Table 8 Mira!” called out Erza, flicking her dark red pigtails over her shoulder. Mira was in her element at her post behind the dessert bar, already plating up, so Erza stayed for a moment to wait, taking a moment to look back at the café.

It was the tail end of the controlled chaos that was the lunchtime rush, the buzz of happy chatting customers only broken by the occasional clink of cutlery on china. Most of the customers had already been served their meals and were happily indulging in the sweet desserts and pretty drinks that the café was famous for. Erza smiled the satisfied smile of a person almost finished a job well done. They only had about twenty minutes left of their shift before Team Shadowgear and Gajeel and Lily would arrive to take on the afternoon shift, and she was eager to get home to Fairy Hills and soak in the open-air bath. Stockings and heels may be pretty, but after working a busy six-hour shift waiting on tables, her feet ached.

When Master had said he’d finalised a deal with a local theme café to have a Fairytail month, where each team took shifts as wait staff, none of them had realised just how popular it would be. The café was booked out for the next three weeks, and Max had gone to town designing merchandise – coffee mugs, stickers, acrylic standees, keyrings – but they all seemed to be selling. Erza was particularly proud of the fact that her keyrings had already sold out.

Their team seemed to be very popular so far, with Erza and Lucy as waitresses, Happy and Carla as drinks waiters, Natsu as a busboy, Gray on drinks and Wendy on desserts. She had been rostered on desserts the first day, and admittedly that had not gone well; Wendy possessed much more self-control around sweets than she did. And they were all very grateful that the usual kitchen staff took care of the cooked meals – she was sure Natsu being left to his own devices in a kitchen would result in catastrophe.

Poor Wendy had called in sick with a cold today, with Carla staying home too to, to keep an eye on her. They were lucky that Mira had happily taken her shift; her experience behind the bar at Fairytail made her a valuable ally on a job like this.

“There, all done”, said Mira, adding a sprig of mint as a garnish. Erza drooled a little at the plate decorated with strawberry coulis with three different strawberry themed desserts, including cheesecake.

“No eating until you’re on break Erza”, she teased, handing over the finished plate.

“I know”, Erza grumbled, carefully picking up the plate and placing it on her tray, ready to head back out into the café.

Gray grinned slyly at her, finishing off another icy drink order, frosting the top of the glass carefully.

“I’ve never known you to be so restrained around cheesecake Erza. Much better than you were the first day.” He handed the drink to Happy, who was ready to zoom it over to the waiting customer.

“Yeah, poor Erza” teased Happy, an annoying grin on his face. “Having to look at cheesecake all day and not allowed to eat any! I bet there’ll be none left for you!” Happy zoomed out of Erza’s attack range quickly, taking the frosted drink with him. He might be cheeky, but he wasn’t stupid.

“Don’t worry”, whispered Mira behind her hand, “I’ve saved one for you”. She winked as Erza headed back out on to the floor, dessert held high on a tray so she wouldn’t be tempted, a serene smile on her face as a waft of strawberry scent from the dessert floated down to her.

Natsu grumped his way around, picking up and stacking empty plates on his trolley. He really didn’t like this job. He hated his uniform, black shoes, pants, apron and vest over a white shirt. At least they let him keep his scarf. He missed his usual clothes, not only because they were comfortable, but this uniform wasn’t flameproof like his trademark pants and jacket, so he had to be careful with his magic. It made him feel agitated and antsy. He couldn’t even let off a little steam fighting anyone, and he was stuck inside for hours, picking up after messy customers when they left.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. He kept one eye on Lucy at all times as he picked up the dirty dishes and glasses. That uniform they had her in was drawing every pervert’s eyes in the place to her; thigh high white beribboned stockings and a tiny strapless black dress with an even tinier apron. It was so short she couldn’t even bend down in the thing, but had to bob down, bending her knees a little to place plates on the tables. Watching all the leering looks and crass comments about his partner had him on edge and after five straight days of it, he was almost at his limit.

He could tell Lucy was uncomfortable, and he’d spoken to her about it last night when he’d walked her home, but she’d brushed off his concerns, saying it was probably all in good fun. It didn’t seem like she was having fun though. Her smile this week didn’t have its usual brilliance, and he could tell she was dreading coming into work here now. Even though she said she didn’t want to say anything to Gramps about it, after today, he definitely would.

For instance, those pricks on Table 5 had been leering at her every lunchtime this week, and he’d been watching them get more and more blatant, their comments more personal, especially that prick in the grey pinstriped suit. The table was up the back of the café, a booth with high sides, and they obviously thought they could get away with it.

These bastards needed to be taught how to be respectful, and he was pretty sure his fist in their face would do the job – he’d be happy to do it. He growled under his breath, watching the men on the table cackle as she approached with their lunch, her tray full of hot coffee. As he heard what they were saying, the air around him shimmered with heat, and his low rumbling growl startled the customers around him. Fuck, this was the last straw. He looked around for Erza, knowing if he went over all by himself, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself punching the sick leer off that prick’s face. This was gonna end now!

Lucy was not having a good day. It was her fifth lunchtime shift as a waitress, and the same table of guys was back again. They were all business men, dressed in suits, and they seemed to be here every lunch time, and asked for her by name whenever she was working. To put it bluntly, they were a little more ‘handsy’ than she liked, and it was creeping her out. She didn’t mind smiling and flirting a little, understood it was part of the job, but they were taking it too far.

And this uniform she was wearing didn’t help. She was very comfortable with her body, and had no problem showing it off thank you very much, but this was a little too much, even for her. They had all given their measurements to Master before the uniforms were ordered, but hers was more than a little on the small side, and she had a feeling that was entirely his fault, dirty old man.

One guy in particular on that table had her feeling very unsure of herself. He was tall and muscular, imposing, his black hair slicked back, his fingers covered in gold rings. His appearance was always impeccable, a crisp snow-white shirt under a dark grey pinstriped suit. He had the air of someone who always got what he wanted, and if it wasn’t given freely, he took it. He reminded her of some of her father’s business associates, and just looking at him made her skin crawl.

The first day, he had stared at her blatantly, not even trying to hide the leering grin as he took in the soft skin exposed by her uniform. She had to resist using her hands to cover herself; she was Lucy Heartfilia, a mage of Fairytail, and she would not let anyone make her feel small. She had looked him straight back in the eye, her chin pushed out defiantly; that usually worked when she caught someone perving at her on a job, but this man was different. He seemed to take it as a personal challenge.

Now every day he had grown more bold, touches on her hand and arm as she placed plates on the table, whispering his order to force her to lean forward a little so she could hear, saying things about her soft skin, her long legs, her golden hair. She could feel his eyes on her even as she waited on the other tables, and it made her feel vaguely dirtied, even though she had done nothing wrong. His friends seemed to encourage him, laughing yesterday when he had got a small squeak out of her when his hand had brushed the bare skin of her thigh in between her short skirt and thigh high stockings.

She had almost decided to talk to Master about it but had decided against it. They only had two more days of this lunchtime shift left, and then they would be swapping to breakfasts. She could stick it out for two more days. And besides, they were in a crowded café, and Natsu was here with her. Nothing really bad could happen.

She could feel Natsu’s eyes watching her as she carried the tray full of coffee over to the table of businessmen. His eyes made her feel the opposite of that creep’s. They were full of warmth and support. When he had spoken to her last night about his concerns, it was the happiest she had felt all week, knowing he was watching out for her. She held her head high as she approached the table of business men warily, a fake grin plastered on her face. This was their last order for the day, and then she wouldn’t have to come near their table again. And maybe they wouldn’t even be here tomorrow, seeing it was the weekend. This might be the last time she ever had to see him. She could do this.

“A tall black for you, sir…”, she began, putting the first cup down, trying to stay as far out of hands reach as possible. The man in the pin-striped suit was behind her, and she wanted to get through this as fast as possible. She hadn’t counted on him grabbing her around the waist and pulling her sideways onto his lap, her back towards the rest of the cafe.

“So, when do you get off work, sweet cheeks?” he said, one hand gripping her upper thigh, the other running lightly up the side of her breast and latching on to her upper arm. She gasped, struggling to get off his lap, while balancing a tray full of hot coffee in her hands.

“Let go of me you creep!” she hissed, and was mortified when he pulled her closer, feeling his hard erection pushing up underneath the short skirt of her maid’s uniform. She balanced the tray on the edge of the table, holding it steady with one hand as she struggled to push the hand squeezing her thigh away with the other.

“Don’t be so coy baby”, he breathed into her ear, as the other men on the table laughed. “You’ve been smiling at me all week, flaunting those tits and those creamy thighs of yours. How about we all meet up after work tonight. And wear your uniform. I’m sure we could come up with other services you could provide.”

Lucy felt sick. Although she was pretty strong, she was having trouble getting out of this guy’s grasp, and the fact that his friends were laughing about her predicament made her feel even more unsafe. She didn’t want to cause a scene by using her magic. Her zodiac spirits were not known for their sense of restraint, and she didn’t want to damage the place, not when Fairytail was booked on a job here for the next three weeks. It was a chance for everyone in the guild to be doing well-paid safe work, and she didn’t want to jeopardise that.

She could feel her keys pulsing against her hip, Loke’s especially, and she pushed back against his gate with every ounce of will she could. She could call Natsu or Erza over, but they would probably be worse than Loke. If she diffused the situation peacefully, there’d be no property damage, and no one from Fairytail would lose out. She tried speaking in a loud firm voice.

“Please”, she said, pushing at his hand again, “I’m not enjoying this. I don’t feel comfortable when you touch me like that. I want you to let me go.”

“Oh yeah baby?” he whispered with a leer, his mouth so close that his lips touched her neck. “What if I touched you like this?” She shuddered in revulsion as his hand suddenly slid under her skirt, and she let go of the tray, the hot coffee spilling all over her white stockings, burning her skin. She desperately tried to shift herself away from him, but his grasp on her upper arm was bruising, and he’d wrapped his legs around her calves, locking her in place.

She felt bile rise up in her throat, her heart beating double time as she twisted, trying to get away from those groping fingers that had now slipped in the side of her panties. She wanted to Lucy kick him into oblivion, safe restaurant work be damned, but when his fingers groped and pushed in a place that no man had ever touched before, she froze. “Let me go”, she whimpered.

A sudden aura of heat surrounded them. Lucy mentally sighed in relief. She had her back to whatever had the rest of the table gasping in sudden fear, but she would recognise that warmth anywhere.

“Is there a problem here?” a stern female voice asked.

Lucy was pushed unceremoniously to the hard wooden floor, half empty coffee cups clattering and breaking around her, and Natsu was instantly at her side. Lucy could feel heated rage pouring off him and she smelled a faint scent of singed cotton over the spilt coffee. She was amazed that he was actually keeping level headed enough to not be tearing the restaurant apart.

He touched her arm gently. “Are you okay Luce?” his voice gravelly with barely controlled anger. She nodded, keeping her head down, and he helped her to her feet.

“Natsu, take Lucy out to the kitchen and make sure she’s alright”, said Erza, her voice steely. “I’m just going to have a chat to these customers about Fairytail’s policies regarding respect of customer service personnel.” There was a bright flash of a summoning circle as she requipped into her Hearts Cruz armour.

Natsu put one arm around Lucy’s shoulders and steered her around the tables full of customers craning their necks trying to work out what was going on, towards the kitchen. He paused for a moment to let the rest of the team know what had happened, his arm still curved protectively around her.

Lucy’s head hung down, keeping her gaze on Natsu’s black shoes. It was so weird seeing him in lace up shoes. She wondered vaguely if they hurt his feet. The crackling sound of ice magic underpinned Natsu’s continual low growl as he told them his version of what had happened; Gray was obviously upset also.

“Natsu, take her home. Team Shadowgear will be here any minute for the next shift, we can manage until then” Mira said softly. When Lucy looked up and began to protest, Mira came out from behind the bar to hug her gently.

“Sweetheart it’s okay. I want you to go home, we can handle things here. Natsu will stay with you if that’s what you want, to make sure you feel safe.”

Lucy’s brown eyes filled with tears, and her bottom lip trembled a little. “I’m sorry to cause such a bother Mira. I thought I could handle them, we were only on this shift for two more days. I didn’t expect any of them to get so…” She could see Gray and Happy looking at her in concern, and she suddenly wanted to be anywhere but here.

Mira smiled sadly. “Please don’t apologise. No one should expect that.” All five of them looked over towards the booth, where Erza, still wearing her armour, was leaning aggressively over the table, her gauntleted hands on her hips. They could hear a faint whimpering coming from the man who had molested Lucy, and Natsu suddenly sniggered.

“Erza sure has a good imagination. I don’t think it’s even physically possible for a dick to do that.”

“Oh my”, Mira smiled behind her hand. “I’d better go check on things to make sure she doesn’t take it too far. I’ll get the owner and Master down here straight away and we’ll sort this out. Take her home Natsu.”

Natsu curled his arm around Lucy again. “Tell Master I’m happy to talk to him about what happened. I heard every single thing that sick fucker said today, and all the stuff he’s been saying earlier in the week.” Lucy shuddered against him, and he looked at her anxiously. They headed out through the kitchen to the staff entrance for the short walk back to Lucy’s apartment.

Lucy was silent for the whole walk back, and it had Natsu unsettled. Usually when they walked, she was full of chatter, and though he didn’t always listen to every single word she said, he liked it. It was a friendly happy noise, one of the things that made up Lucy. She was quiet sometimes, but that was usually when she was thinking, sitting at her desk to write, and it didn’t have the same feel that this silence did. She still smelt of fear and panic. Even though he’d heard what was being said, he hadn’t been able to see exactly what was going on as Lucy’s back had been to him while he was looking for Erza. The words and the way the bastard had pulled her onto his lap and gripped her arm were bad enough. He wished he hadn’t restrained himself and had broken his nose. It would have made him feel a whole lot better, even though it would have caused trouble. They walked up the stairs and stopped in front of her door.

“Lucy, do you want me to stay? If you’d rather be alone, I’d be happy to…”

“I don’t want you to go”, said Lucy in a quiet flat voice. She got out her door key with trembling fingers, trying to make it fit in the lock, and startled when he took the key and opened the door himself for her. As soon as the door was closed behind them, Loke appeared in a bright flash of magic, his face frantic.

“Lucy, why wouldn’t you let me through! I could have taken him out!”

“Loke”, Lucy said softly, “I wasn’t sure you or the others would have been able to restrain yourselves; I could feel how angry you were.” She sighed, her eyes downward, avoiding Loke’s gaze. “Fairytail is working there for the next three weeks. It’s safe work for everyone, and it’s well paid. I didn’t want to take that away from everyone if we damaged the restaurant.”

“Why on earth would that matter!?” said Loke, his tone angry. “It’s our purpose to protect you, our master, from all harm. What he did was…” Loke swallowed, pacing agitatedly around the coffee table. “Why wouldn’t you let us help you?”

Until then, Natsu had been standing in the background, but listening to the conversation, he realised situation was a lot worse than he thought. The rage that had dulled to a dull simmer began to rise again, heat rolling off him.

“Loke”, he rumbled, his voice dark with anger, “get your ass down there to the café. Mira was gonna call Gramps. I want you to tell him everything that happened. Every single thing that prick did, every time his filthy hands touched her.” At his words Lucy whimpered, and he smelt the tang of her tears.

Loke looked back at Lucy uncertainly, before turning back to Natsu. “You promise you’ll take care of her?”

“I promise. You know she’ll be safe with me.”

Loke nodded, then disappeared in a shower of golden light. As soon as he was gone, Lucy’s legs folded under her, and she crumpled to the floor, sitting like a puppet with cut strings. After hesitating a moment, Natsu picked her up gently, and carried her over to the sofa, pulling away after placing her down. Her hands clutched at him.

“I don’t want you to go”, she said in he same flat voice as before. Natsu nodded and sat beside her, his fists clenched, close by but not touching her. He wanted to hug her so badly, push away the stench of her fear combined with the scent of that bastard, and cover her with his own scent, but what he wanted wasn’t important right now.

“I’m sorry”, said Lucy in a small voice.

“Lucy”, he rumbled, “there is nothing at all that you need to apologise for. Nothing!”

“I should have listened to you. Yesterday. When you said you wanted to tell Gramps. I thought about it, but I didn’t want to cause any trouble. I didn’t think he would try anything like that.” She looked up suddenly, her eyes wide with fear.

“Oh gods Natsu, what if he… what if he finds out where I live? What if he followed me home? I couldn’t… I couldn’t bear…” Fat tears began to roll down her cheeks, her bottom lip trembling, and Natsu couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Lucy, can I hug you? Please?” Lucy scooted over towards him, her arms open, and he picked her up and put her in his lap, tucking her head under his chin and wrapping his arms around her tightly. She curled herself up into a ball and began sobbing. He rocked her gently, trying to calm her.

“It’s okay Luce, it’s okay. You’re safe here with me. I won’t let him near you again. If I even see him near you, I’ll incinerate him. You don’t have ta worry.” Lucy burrowed her face into his chest, her hot tears wetting is shirt, as he continued to rock her. All his protective feelings were roused, the urge to protect and soothe his precious girl, his partner and friend that he had gradually come to care for deeply, and a deep rumbling vibrated in his chest. He wished he had the courage to tell Lucy exactly how he felt about her, but this was not the time. For now, this was enough.

“Natsu, are you purring?” whispered Lucy, her voice a little broken still from sobbing so hard.

“Uh, yeah?” he said, feeling a little embarrassed. He had never made this sound when holding her before, not when she was awake, anyway. It was a private sound, one reserved for comforting a mate, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to have that conversation with her.

“I like it”, she whispered, snuggling her face into his chest. The rumbling sound became louder, and she giggled a little, as Natsu rubbed his cheek into her hair, both of them in no hurry to move.

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haxxy · 6 years ago

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oh the fruit asks are REALLY GOOD! Will you answer all of them (or as many as you like)

*rubs my lil hands 2gether*

I already answered banana, plum, nectarine, pomegranate, and papaya so I will do... all except those ones... enjoy this heaping serving of fruit salad...

peach: do you have any piercings or tattoos?

I have my ears pierced, that’s all. I’d like to get a tattoo sometime though, once I’ve got the funds, the time, and the ability to commit.

raspberry: favorite flower?

I LOVE... SUNFLOWERS... so much! I love them! They are big and yellow and they make me happy to see!

lemon: do you have any pets? what are their names?

I don’t have any pets but I do have some *xylophone noise* animal skulls

mango: what is your trademark?

Eyes, I guess? Eyes, the color purple, sunflowers (yay). I’m sure some people associate clowns and frogs with me too, tho those are kinda in tumblr vogue rn

passion fruit: how would you describe your style?

I like to describe myself as like... goth flavored, in the way that sparkling water is fruit flavored. I feel like if I was slightly more pretentious and willing to learn about bands and genres I could be a metalhead, I’ve already got the hair and the oversized band shirt and the big stompy leather boots. I don’t really have much of a set style though, idk. Check out my clothes wishlist on amazon if you’re really curious, ig?

pineapple: sexual orientation?

panromantic pansexual

strawberry: favorite desserts?

all desserts are good desserts ye baby. I really like plain cheesecake though, and like... good chocolate chip cookies... stuff with dark chocolate in it... fresh fruits with whipped cream... the DECADENCE... I love dessert...

cherry: can you play any musical instruments or can you sing?

I can kind of sort of play the piano (I took lessons for like... oh fuck, eight years maybe?? jesus...I still kinda suck tho). I’d like to think that I can sing okay, but I’m not like, the type to belt out tunes or anything. I enjoy singing to myself tho.

grape: if you could take a vacation anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Japan would be super neato, or like... the west coast. I’m kinda afraid of both of those places tho, (tsunami phobia, yay!), so that’s fun!

blackberry: is your life an action film, a comedy, a romantic comedy, or drama?

Probably a drama... not enough funny stuff has happened to balance out the tragic stuff for it to be a comedy, and god my life is DEFINITELY not a romantic comedy. And action film... nah, not enough explosions.

cantaloupe: what are your parents’ names?

Barbara and Ronald

guava: dark & dramatic makeup or natural makeup?

I mean, I don’t really wear makeup so neither for me + whatever floats your boat for everyone else.

tangelo: if you could be any mythical creature, which would you be?

I’m really not sure... I wouldn’t mind being something like a mermaid or a naiad, but it would also be cool to be something more ghosty or creepy... I really don’t know!

coconut: favorite perfume?

I don’t wear a ton of perfume, so idk. I really like this one scent of lotion I have though (bright sunflowers by bath and body works) if that counts

lychee: satin or lace?

Lace. Satin’s too shiny...

blueberry: what do you want to dress up as for halloween?

I want to buy... a good quality witch hat! I know it’s basic, but it would make me happy! I have plenty of spooky clothes to wear with it!!

apple: what do you use more, tumblr or twitter?

tumblr. I used to use twitter a decent amount, but I’m not so crazy about it anymore. This hellsite will always be home.

kiwi: what’s something that fascinates you?

OH! The relationship between psychology and spirituality/religion is something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently. I had one of my coworkers, back before I stopped working at the end of the summer, ask me if I thought he was like... delusional because he felt that he could sense things and stuff like that (he’s wiccan). I told him that if the way he was feeling wasn’t like, upsetting to him or negatively impacting his life and his judgement that I thought it was fine, yknow, but ever since then I’ve been really thinking about how psychology and religion kinda interact. Like, I’m sure that there are atheist psychologists out there who think that the prophecies of saints and stuff like that were just psychotic episodes, right? And there are probably religious people who might experience symptoms of mental illness that they interpret as spiritual. Obviously you can’t just dismiss the beliefs of others, even if you don’t agree with them, and I think it would be super neat to do some research about like, how to address the concerns of religious clients, etc... how to best combine the scientific approaches of psychology with a client’s beliefs and stuff like that. SORRY this is an incoherent text dump, but hopefully yall get what I mean.

watermelon: do you have a job? if so, what is your job title?

Yeah... The Bitch (me) is a fuckn uhh... McD crew member. My coworkers lovingly describe me as a mini-manager though bc I somehow have my shit together more than a lot of them.

cranberry: favorite time of the day; morning, afternoon, dusk, or night?

Dusk and night are both *kisses fingers like a chef*

orange: do you have long eyelashes?

YEAH! If I put on mascara I can’t wear my glasses bc my lashes touch the lens, that’s how long

apricot: what do you do when you’re sad?

I sleep and lay around like a beached whale and binge youtube videos

star fruit: favorite sea creature?

I kinda dig moray eels and their weird double teeth. sharks are cute too

dragonfruit: do you drink alcohol?

Yeah, sometimes.

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familycuisinee · 3 years ago

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easy to make gluten free dessert non bake

These 13 recipes for no bake gluten free desserts are for those days when you just can’t bother turning on the oven, but you still want a treat! Whether it’s too hot or you’re too bothered, these are some of my very best recipes… <img src="https://ift.tt/3Bwy6lU" alt="These 13 recipes for no bake gluten free desserts are for those days when you just can’t bother turning on the oven, but you still want a treat!" /> If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know it’s primarily a gluten free baking blog. Sure, there are some of my absolute favorite gluten free dinner recipes thrown in for good measure. But mostly, cooking is naturally gluten free, so I stick to what you’re probably missing most. Cookies, cakes, bars, and breads. But when the weather outside is hot as blazes, I understand that you may not be willing to turn on the oven. Or maybe you’re having a big family gathering, and the oven is already working overtime. Enter no bake gluten free desserts! This recipe collection doesn’t even include every single one of my no bake recipes here on the blog, which is actually over 40 recipes strong. But these are the 13 no bake recipes that I turn to most often. From creamy, delicious no bake cheesecakes (clearly a personal favorite!), to naturally sweetened peanut butter pies, Paleo-style fudgesicles and everyone’s favorite classic no bake oatmeal cookies (without any peanut butter!), this list has it all. If I’ve missed your favorite style of no bake dessert, let me know in the comments and I’ll see what I can do. Even when it’s not summertime, sometimes no bake is where it’s at! And if you’re okay turning on the oven, don’t miss all 400+ of my gluten free desserts recipes. That’s the group of recipes my kids browse when they’re looking for inspiration on what birthday treat to select! <img src="https://ift.tt/30j1i29" alt="The perfect smooth and creamy no bake strawberry cheesecake, made with strawberries, cream cheese and whipped cream, plus a bit of gelatin and sugar. So quick and easy, it’s the perfect warm weather treat!" /> The perfect smooth and creamy no bake strawberry cheesecake, made with strawberries, cream cheese and whipped cream, plus a bit of gelatin and sugar. So quick and easy, it’s the perfect treat. Many of you have made this recipe, and it seems like a 50-50 split between those who make it with the crust and those who make it without. But there’s no doubt that it’s one of your favorites (and mine). I think it would work with any of summer’s berries, too. <img src="https://ift.tt/3BwBBc0" alt="This no bake peanut butter pie recipe is made into healthy single-serve miniatures, with coconut milk instead of cream cheese in the filling. So simple and delicious!" /> This no bake peanut butter pie recipe is made into healthy single-serve miniatures, with coconut milk instead of cream cheese in the filling. So simple and delicious. This is your virtuous choice. <img src="https://ift.tt/3oN7nhp" alt="No bake lemon cheesecake miniatures are little bites of citrus heaven, made with sour cream, cream cheese, a touch of sugar and gelatin, and plenty of lemon. No-bake some today!" /> No bake lemon cheesecake miniatures are little bites of citrus heaven, made with sour cream, cream cheese, a touch of sugar and gelatin, and plenty of lemons. <img src="https://ift.tt/3uZsjCQ" alt="No Bake Banana Split Cake, made gluten free. A graham cracker crust, topped with fluffy cream cheese, bananas, crushed pineapple, vanilla pudding and whipped cream—and a cherry on top!" /> No bake banana split cake made gluten free. A graham cracker crust, topped with fluffy cream cheese, bananas, crushed pineapple, vanilla pudding and whipped cream—and a cherry on top. Even just the pineapple banana pudding mixture alone is worth the price of admission. <img src="https://ift.tt/30gb6tF" alt="Edible cookie dough that’s made without eggs or any “regular” flour is the worry-free, safe way to let your family indulge in everyone’s favorite treat!" /> Edible cookie dough that’s made without eggs or any “regular” flour is the worry-free, safe way to let your family indulge in everyone’s favorite treat. Try it Ben and Jerry’s style, stuffed into some of my homemade vanilla ice cream. <img src="https://ift.tt/3oPyQ1P" alt="Smooth and creamy Paleo chocolate mousse, made with chocolate, coconut cream, cocoa powder, honey and vanilla. Just blend it and let it set!" /> Smooth and creamy Paleo chocolate mousse, made with chocolate, coconut cream, cocoa powder, honey and vanilla. Just blend it and let it set. Another virtuous choice, and it’s so rich that you’ll never overeat. That’s a promise. <img src="https://ift.tt/3oRh7XJ" alt="This chocolate pudding pie is my favorite no bake gluten free treat of the season. The filling is smooth as silk, plus the cookie crust slices clean, and adds just the right amount of cookie crunch." /> The filling in this no bake chocolate pudding pie is smooth as silk, plus the cookie crust slices clean, and adds just the right amount of crunch. <img src="https://ift.tt/2YAdOK7" alt="One slice of cheesecake with cookie crust with sliced strawberries and powdered sugar on a brown acacia wood plate" /> This is the easiest no bake cheesecake recipe you’ll ever find, and it always sets up quickly. A plain vanilla cheesecake made with cream cheese, sour cream and a touch of gelatin, it’s quite simply perfect. It’s also super easy to make into a lighter style for a less-sweet treat. <img src="https://ift.tt/2WZvIF8" alt="Healthy homemade fudge popsicles, made with 4 ingredients in a super simple recipe, are all it takes to put the ice cream truck to shame this summer!" /> This fudgesicles recipe is made with just 4 healthy ingredients, and couldn’t be easier. Put the ice cream truck to shame this summer. Any ice pop mold will do, and even a paper cup and a stick work in a pinch! <img src="https://ift.tt/3AuE6Ks" alt="" /> These homemade marshmallow rice krispie treats are actually easier than making the iconic treats with packaged marshmallows because the whole mixture isn’t quite as sticky and messy. Plus, they’re naturally gluten free and made with the simplest pantry ingredients. <img src="https://ift.tt/3ArTk2R" alt="A light and fluffy, mousse-like no bake gluten free chocolate cheesecake that isn’t too rich or too sweet—and can be made with or without a simple cookie crumb crust." /> A light and fluffy, mousse-like no bake gluten free chocolate cheesecake that isn’t too rich or too sweet—and can be made with or without a simple cookie crumb crust. <img src="https://ift.tt/3AxkS73" alt="A no bake chocolate eclair cake made with graham crackers, whipped vanilla pudding and covered in chocolate ganache." /> A no bake chocolate eclair cake made with graham crackers, whipped vanilla pudding and covered in chocolate ganache. So easy, and it tastes just like an eclair. <img src="https://ift.tt/3FycPL0" alt="No bake oatmeal cookies are the classic no bake cookie you remember, made with or without peanut butter—even with or without oats. Naturally gluten free!" /> And finally, no bake oatmeal cookies are the classic chocolate no bake cookie you remember, made with or without peanut butter—even with or without oats. Naturally gluten free. This is how to make perfect gluten free cookies, even if you can’t bake! This post was originally published in 2013. Most everything has been changed because the blog has grown a lot since then! source https://familycuisine.net/easy-to-make-gluten-free-dessert-non-bake/

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superfreakerz · 7 years ago

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SWF 16

"Sailing with Fire"

Rated M for smut.

Summary: Lucy is in desperate need of a break from the mage life and embarks on a two week cruise alongside her partner, Natsu. What they don't know is that it's a cruise designed specifically for couples. With no other choice than to pretend they are married, the two try to enjoy the cruise the best they can, all the while dealing with uncharted feelings.

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Happy breathed a heavy sigh as he lazily flew into the guild that morning. Taking his spot by the other Fairy Tail exceeds, he frowned. Though it was partially his fault- okay, maybe all his fault- that Natsu and Lucy were on a cruise without him, he missed them a lot and wanted them to come home soon.

"What's wrong, Happy?" Pantherlily asked, noticing his glum expression.

"I miss Natsu and Lucy," Happy answered. "Two weeks is a lot longer than I thought it would be."

"Maybe you shouldn't have lied to them about the cruise then," Charle chimed in disapprovingly. If she were in his shoes, she would've told Lucy about her mistake the moment she saw the flyer.

"But I wanted to help them! I'm sick of them playing dumb around each other! They obviously like each other."

Out of nowhere, Mira appeared. Her blue eyes were burning with curiosity as she sat beside them.

"Who likes each other?" she asked in excitement.

"Natsu and Lucy," Happy answered. With that, everyone else in the guild circled around them.

Gray, having already lost his clothes and was standing in nothing but his boxers, scoffed. "Like? More like love. Those idiots are head over heels for each other. It's disgusting, really."

"Juvia thinks it's romantic!" the blue-haired girl gushed. Clasping her hands together and staring at the ice-make mage with hearts in her eyes, she continued, "They sound like Gray-sama and Juvia!"

"As if!"

Everyone rolled their eyes at the two's commentary before turning back towards Happy. It was Cana that spoke next, after taking a swig of alcohol, of course.

"They'll be back tomorrow, don't get your panties in a bunch," she said. "And don't forget, everyone. We get to find out who won the bet! Gray, Gajeel, you two are gonna be handing us your money tomorrow, you better show up!"

Gajeel scoffed and crossed his arms. "Oh, please. Salamander doesn't have the guts to tell Bunny Girl he likes her. They're gonna come back being the same idiots they were when they left."

"Whatever you say! Just make sure you have the money ready, got it?"

"Same goes to you, you drunkard. Seriously, it's like ten in the morning. Who the hell drinks straight out of the barrel at ten in the morning?"

With a wave of Cana's hand to dismiss Gajeel's remark, everyone returned to bickering about Lucy and Natsu's romantic situation. Whether they were just friends or something more, they no longer had to wait long. Tomorrow, they would get the answers they were looking for.

Natsu and Lucy shared a collective sneeze before glancing at each other with raised brows. They had just returned from curing the former's motion sickness for the day.

"That was weird," Lucy said. "You think someone is talking about us right now?"

Natsu shrugged. "You actually believe that stuff?"

"You don't?"

"Nope. Why would anyone be talking about us?"

"I guess you've got a point."

Lucy grabbed her suitcase and opened it beside the drawers. The two had decided they would pack today rather than waiting until the last minute. Well, Lucy decided it. Natsu just went along with it. After complaining, of course.

While the two were sad that their time alone together was coming to an end soon, both were excited to see the guild again. They missed everyone, especially Happy. They hoped their third musketeer was taking care of himself.

"Happy's probably blowing all of our money off on fish right now," Natsu said with a chuckle.

"And probably scratching my walls," Lucy added, smiling fondly at the thought. Well, not the thought of Happy scratching up her walls, but the thought of Happy himself.

"I wonder how many fishbones are lying around now."

"That's disgusting. Seriously. You need to teach that dumb cat how to clean up after himself. And while you're at it, teach yourself how to clean up, too."

"Life is more fun a mess!"

Lucy merely rolled her eyes, focusing on the task at hand.

Natsu allowed his eyes to roam Lucy's body as she folded her clothes neatly before tucking them into her suitcase. She was wearing a loose, white tank-top that revealed most of her breasts. Why she bothered wearing it in the first place, he would never know. To go with the revealing top, the girl also wore gray pajama shorts that were barely longer than what was considered underwear-length. He could even see a touch of her navy-blue panties underneath her shorts. His eyes landed on her neck, which was in view since she tied her hair up in a high pony.

Natsu wanted nothing more than to sink his lips over her neck but knew that Lucy would beat him into oblivion if he even tried it. She had been nagging him to start packing for a while now and all he'd gotten done was unzipping his suitcase.

"It sucks we won't have alone time like this when we go home," Natsu thought.

At the thought of returning home, the boy's stomach churned as the corners of his lips tugged downwards into an uneasy frown. Having fun with Lucy the past couple of days had allowed him to push his worries to the back of his mind. Now that they were leaving the next day, his anxiety was hitting him like a brick.

What were things going to be like when they returned home?

Natsu's fingers slightly trembled as he put away his clothes. Just the mere thought of them going back to just friends made him feel sick. But what if that's what Lucy wanted?

"Lucy did say that she loves me," Natsu reminded himself. His frown deepened, however, with his next thought. "But I don't know if she wants to continue this. Her old man almost married her off. What if she doesn't want to be tied down because of it?"

After all, the two were still young. Natsu would understand if Lucy wanted to experience life for herself before settling down. But that didn't mean he couldn't hope for the opposite. He had had his fair share of adventure- being a part of Fairy Tail, it was impossible not to. And though he wasn't looking on getting married or anything anytime soon, he wouldn't mind committing to only Lucy. He wouldn't mind that at all, actually.

Natsu knew that talking about it was the only way to get answers to his unspoken questions. The thought of pressuring Lucy without meaning to scared him, though. He wanted the decision to be solely hers. Besides, he couldn't find the courage to bring it up in fear that the answer would shatter him.

He dealt with dark guilds, assassins, and even a dragon that nearly killed half of his guild, himself included. During those times, he could muster up courage to defeat his enemies to protect his friends. But talking to Lucy about their relationship? He couldn't find any courage at all for it and his fears were unmatched.

Once dinner time rolled in, the two headed downstairs to the dining hall, which was packed with all of the guests. It was the last dinner of the cruise, so everyone expected something good to be on the menu for the night. And they definitely were not disappointed. The entrée was a smoked salmon with freshly squeezed lemon juice and a secret sauce. For dessert, the crew handed out slices of cheesecake topped with strawberry syrup and white chocolate shavings.

While Lucy and Natsu munched on their dessert, an employee walked to the front of the room, mic in hand. He appeared to be a year younger than them with brunette hair and brown eyes. Clearing his throat, he grabbed the attention of everyone in the vicinity.

"Good evening, everyone," he said with a kind smile. "Since this is our last dinner together, the crew and I put together a show for you all. Take it away, girls!"

A group of girls of all shapes and sizes sauntered to the front of the room. They were all adorned in bejeweled red bikini tops and bottoms and had red sashes draping over their arms. Around their necks were golden chokers with a dangling ruby that bounced with each step. Over their heads were headbands with large red and orange feathers.

The girls got into formation and soon enough began to dance to the music that was playing. Their movements were graceful and poised, timed perfectly to the beat. It reminded Lucy of Juvia when she bended water to her will.

As the music began to pick up in pace, each girl moved to a table in the crowd and twirled around with their sashes like roses blooming during Spring. Then, they handed their sashes to one of the girls at each table.

Lucy's eyes widened as the dancer at their table held the sash to her. Her cheeks tinted pink and she tried to back out of it but before she knew it, the dancer was grabbing her hands and placing the sash into them.

"Go, Luce!" Natsu cheered in excitement.

Lucy nervously stood up, embarrassed that the attention of the people at her table was on her. To make matters worse, she wasn't much of a dancer. Luckily for her, the dancer was instructing her on what to do.

With the sash in her right hand, Lucy kept her eyes trained on the dancer's movements and mimicked them the best she could. With every spin, the sash twirled around her. Soon enough, her lips stretched into a wide grin as she started to loosen up and have more fun.

Natsu laughed as he watched Lucy dance. She wasn't the best, that much was for sure. But she was giving it her all and judging by the smile on her face and the twinkle in her eye, she was having a blast. That was all that mattered. Besides, she looked stunning. The red sash twirling with her golden hair reminded him of a scalding fire.

Surprisingly enough, that happened to be a turn-on of his.

The dancer then clapped for Lucy before taking the sash back and all of the dancers regrouped at the front of the room and bowed. The guests roared with deafening cheers and applause.

Still turned on from Lucy's dance, Natsu quickly grabbed her hand the moment dinner was over and hauled ass back to their room. It was their last night alone and he was not about to waste it. Though Lucy seemed surprised by his haste at first, she seemed to get the hint and began jogging beside him as well.

The moment they got into the room, Natsu closed the door and pushed Lucy against it. He peered into her eyes, asserting dominance as he caged her within his arms. At this, Lucy gave a cute pout before surprising him and flipping their roles in the blink of an eye, now with him against the wall and Lucy pushing him against it, her breast pushed against his chest while she grinned smugly at him.

"I get to be the dominant one this time," she said, her eyes gleaming with lust. She shimmied out of her shorts, revealing the navy-blue panties that Natsu had been eyeing earlier. Then, she sashayed towards the bathroom, making sure to swing her hips because she knew damn well Natsu was staring at her ass.

Natsu growled as he watched her walk away. He wasn't one to let his dominance be taken so easily, but his curiosity as to what Lucy had planned had him waiting it out. He heard Lucy start a shower before she sauntered back to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Natsu placed his hands over Lucy's hips and drew her closer to him as she left butterfly kisses over his neck. Her hands traveled from his hair down to his black tank-top, delving beneath and trailing over his abs. Her touch caused a shiver to run through him.

His own hands moved to her bum, giving it a harsh squeeze before journeying up her tank-top. Running his hands over her curves, he traveled up to her breasts, lightly dragging his thumbs over her hardened nipples.

Lucy pulled away from him and smirked before throwing off her tank top and shimmying out of her panties, leaving her bare in front of him. Oh, how he wished to drag his tongue over her.

"Why don't we take this somewhere a bit more wet," Lucy said in a sultry voice. Grabbing his hand, she led the way into the bathroom.

Natsu's eyes gazed at her rear and gave it a plentiful squeeze with his other hand. She was so fleshy, he loved it. Stripping away his clothes, he quickly joined Lucy in the shower, pushing her back against the tiled wall and regaining his dominance.

Lucy didn't care who was the dominant one anymore now that Natsu's naked body was against hers. Their wet skin rubbed against each other as they locked lips, allowing the water to run over them.

Natsu pulled away from their kiss only to bring his mouth to Lucy's breasts. While pleasing one breast with his tongue, he rubbed the other with his thumb.

Lucy was in pure bliss as Natsu rubbed, pinched, and licked her nipples, changing the pressure and the speed. Spreading her legs a bit, she allowed Natsu's length to slide between her legs and up against her warmth.

Feeling Lucy's folds against his shaft, Natsu growled and grabbed her thighs to lift her against the wall so that she was in the air. Then, he began to slide into her inch by inch with ease, the water acting as their lubricant.

Though she was up in the air, Lucy still managed to roll her hips against Natsu, allowing his shaft deeper inside of her. Her breaths grew shaky as Natsu began to thrust in and out of her, their bodies creating loud clapping noises each time. She could feel his cock throbbing within her, hot and wet.

Now, there was no pain at all for Lucy, only the sweet pleasure of Natsu being inside of her.

Natsu shuddered as Lucy tightened around him with each thrust. He squeezed her thighs and pounded harder into her, eliciting an erotic moan from Lucy. Inspired, he decided to switch it up. Slowing his speed, he began to move in circles within her, his cock stretching her out and moving against her entrance.

Lucy moaned louder this time.

"N-Natsu," she breathed out, her eyes squeezed shut tight. Her hands fisted his hair as he continued to explore every inch of her. They found a perfect rhythm, one that had pleasure building within her. Her toes curled and she began to lower herself harshly over his length, making sure she got to enjoy every inch of him.

"N-Natsu," Lucy moaned. "I-I'm about to cum…" The sensation continued to grow, causing her to tighten her hold on his hair. Her breaths grew shakier and her moans grew louder.

Natsu knew she was on the brink of climax. Wanting to pleasure her to the fullest, he suddenly stopped moving in circles in favor of pounding fully within her as hard and as fast as he could.

With that, Lucy arched her back and threw her head back as her body erupted with spasms.

"Natsu!" she screamed out, continuing to ride out her orgasm. Everything felt so great, she didn't want it to end. So, she continued to grind against him, her juices oozing out.

With Lucy screaming his name and her continuing to fuck him after she had orgasmed, Natsu felt himself about to break as well. It was then that he remembered he didn't have a condom on.

"Fuck," he breathed out, slowing his pace.

"W-What's wrong?" Lucy asked, still rolling her hips against him.

"I forgot a condom."

Lucy shook her head. "I don't care."

"What?"

"I-I want you inside of me and I want to finish you off right now."

"Are you sure?" Natsu asked. "What if-"

"I don't care," Lucy interrupted. And in that moment, she meant it. She didn't care about any of the possible consequences. All she wanted was to pleasure Natsu the way he pleasured her and she knew that pausing to get a condom would only ruin it.

Natsu nodded, crashing his wet lips against Lucy's as he increased his speed once again. He built up the pressure as well, practically slamming the girl against the wall with each thrust. Not that she minded, if her loud moans were anything to go by. Finally, Natsu's body locked as bouts of pleasure raked his body and he pumped into her. He pushed himself as deep as he could within her, every ounce of his fluids going inside of her until he pulled out. Some of the white liquid came out with his length, dripping onto the tub before being washed away.

"That was amazing," Lucy breathed out, leaning against the tiled wall. She was panting from all of the movement and couldn't deny that sex was the best workout.

Natsu nodded in agreement, giving the girl a fanged grin, his eyes half-lidded. "The best so far."

"Definitely. I never wanted it to end."

"That reminds me, you sure it's okay what we just did? I didn't have a condom."

Lucy arched her brows in thought before shrugging. "I doubt anything happened from that. We're in the shower so maybe the water helped most of it come out?"

"I don't think that's how it works, Luce," Natsu replied with a chuckle.

"Well I saw some of it come out. Besides, this was our first time having sex without a condom. What are the chances anything will actually happen?"

Natsu couldn't help but frown. He didn't regret what they had done in the slightest. He felt closer to Lucy because of it. But he couldn't help but worry. Usually Lucy was the worrywart yet she seemed calm about it all.

"What if you actually get pregnant?" he asked.

Lucy gazed into his eyes and with full sincerity she answered, "Then I would raise that baby and love it with all of my heart. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I want to be pregnant right now or anything, but I would be happy, too."

"Really?"

"Really. What about you?"

"I feel the same. I actually can't wait to have some miniature versions of myself!" Natsu said with a mischievous grin. "Are you sure you'd be okay with that though?"

Lucy smiled and placed a hand over his cheek. "Yes, Natsu. I would've had a child with the person I love, someone I know would make a great father. Sure, we'd have trouble financially, but we have the guild to help out. But can we stop worrying about this? I'm telling you, we're fine."

"Alright, alright. If you say so."

Natsu smiled before leaning towards the girl and capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. Just hearing her say that she loved him and wouldn't mind having a child with him made his heart swell with joy. If one thing was for certain in that moment, it was that she was his just as he was hers.

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years ago

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FOOD SURVEY

1. What’s the last thing you ate? Ramen.

2. What’s your favourite cheese? I love many different kinds of cheese. Cheese makes everything better.

3. What’s your favourite fish? I don’t have one.

4. What’s your favourite fruit? Banana.

5. When, if ever, did you start liking olives? I don’t know when exactly, but I’ve liked black olives for as long as I can remember. I’ve never liked green olives.

6. When, if ever, did you start liking beer? I never liked beer.

7. When, if ever, did you start liking shellfish? Never.

8. What was the best thing your mum/dad/guardian used to make? Not used to, they still do cook delicious meals. A few of my faves are my mom’s lasagna, meatballs, and tacos and my dad’s spaghetti and scrambled eggs. Also, I’m not a big burger person and I don’t like steak or porkchops, but the rest of my family loves when my dad makes those things.

9. What’s the native specialty of your hometown? Probably Mexican food.

10. What’s your comfort food? Ramen.

11. What’s your favourite type of chocolate? Milk and white chocolate.

12. How do you like your steak? I don’t.

13. How do you like your burger? Not a big burger person, but if I eat one it’s gotta be well done. I don’t want any red in my meat. *gag*

14. How do you like your eggs? Scrambled, sunny-side up, hardboiled, deviled... I love eggs.

15. How do you like your potatoes? Like every way they come, ha. I also love potatoes.

16. How do you take your coffee? With flavored cream or cream and sugar.

17. How do you take your tea? With a packet of sweetener.

18. What’s your favourite mug? It’s blue on the outside and yellow on the inside with Peter Pan and the gang on it.

19. What’s your biscuit or cookie of choice? Sugar cookies or shortbread.

20. What’s your ideal breakfast? Scrambled eggs with shredded cheese and spinach, country gravy, hash browns, and coffee.

21. What’s your ideal sandwich? Either bologna and sharp cheddar or colby jack cheese, mustard, and mayo or turkey, salami, either of those cheeses, spinach, mayo, and mustard. Also, a pickle on the side and some olive oil for dipping. I miss a good deli sandwich, though. That sounds really good.

22. What’s your ideal pizza: White sauce, feta and ricotta cheese, spinach, garlic, and crumbled meatballs with pesto on top and ranch for dipping.

23. What’s your ideal pie (sweet or savoury)? The only pie I like is cheesecake.

24. What’s your ideal salad? Lettuce, spinach, tomatoes, black olives, shredded cheese, shredded carrots, pieces of hardboiled egg, and ranch. I used to love peppercinis as well, but I can’t eat spicy stuff anymore. :(

25. What food do you always like to have in the fridge? I like to have some kind of sandwich fixins so that I can always make a lunch. <<< Same. And eggs. And shredded cheese cause I like to add it to my ramen.

26. What food do you always like to have in the freezer? Healthy Choice steamers pesto pasta meal things, pizza, and Smart Ones breakfast meals.

27. What food do you always like to have in the cupboard? Ramen.

28. What spices can you not live without? Garlic, salt, black pepper, oregano, basil, chives, paprika (a must for deviled eggs).

29. What sauces can you not live without? Ranch, olive oil, pesto, marinara, white sauce, mayo, sour cream, gravy, sausage gravy... I don’t know for sure if a few of those fall under the sauce category, but whatever.

30. Where do you buy most of your food? Walmart and another local grocery store.

31. How often do you go food shopping? We do two big grocery shopping trips a month with a few quick trips in between if we need something.

33. What’s the most expensive piece of kitchen equipment you own? The fridge, probably.

34. What’s the last piece of equipment you bought for your kitchen? Hmm. I think it was the home beer dispenser my brother and I got my dad for Christmas.

35. What piece of kitchen equipment could you not live without? Keurig, fridge, stove, and microwave.

36. How many times a week/month do you cook from raw ingredients? I never do. I’m not a cook at all, the only things I make are microwavable, cooked in the oven (frozen foods like pizzas), or made on the stovetop (ramen).

37. What’s the last thing you cooked from raw ingredients? Wait, unless you count making hardboiled eggs for deviled eggs. If so, then there’s that. However, that just consists of me putting the eggs in a hardboiled egg cooker thing. I don’t have do much, ha.

38. What meats have you eaten besides cow, pig and poultry? That’s the only kind I eat.

39. What’s the last time you ate something that had fallen on the floor? I don’t do that ever. If it falls on the ground, it’s trash now to me.

40. What’s the last time you ate something you’d picked in the wild? I’ve never done that.

41. Arrange the following in order of preference: Italian, Mexican, Chinese, Indian, Thai, Sushi – Italian, Mexican, Chinese. I don’t eat Indian, Thai, or sushi.

42. Arrange the following in order of preference: Vodka, Whiskey, Brandy, Rum – I don’t drink.

43. Arrange the following in order of preference: Garlic, Basil, Caramel, Lime, Mint, Ginger, Aniseed – Garlic, basil, mint, caramel, ginger, lime. Not sure what aniseed is.

44. Arrange the following in order of preference: Pineapple, Orange, Apple, Strawberry, Cherry, Watermelon, Banana. – Banana, strawberry, watermelon, apple. I don’t like orange, pineapple, or cherry.

45. Bread and spread: Wheat, white, sourdough, bagels. Pesto, olive oil, peanut butter, mayo, garlic spread, cream cheese.

46. What’s your fast food restaurant of choice, and what do you usually order? I don’t have one anymore.

47. Pick a city. What are the best dining experiences you’ve had in that city? Bubba Gump restaurant is fun place with good food.

48. What’s your choice of tipple at the end of a long day? I don’t drink.

49. What’s the next thing you’ll eat? I’m not sure.

50. Are you hungry now? A little bit.

51. Do you eat your breakfast everyday? I rarely do now. I was doing pretty good for awhile, but then I started sleeping in past 2PM and having late lunch.

52. At what time do you have breakfast? If I do eat breakfast food nowadays, it’s for dinner.

53. At what time do you have lunch? Like 4 or 5PM.

54. What do you have for lunch? Usually either a sandwich or a Healthy Choice steamers microwave thingy.

55. At what time do you have dinner? Around 8PM.

56. What do you have for dinner? I have a small list of foods I eat cause I’m picky and have food/appetite issues, but I’ll have something like spaghetti and meatballs, burritos/tacos, breakfast for dinner, or takeout like Wingstop or pizza. Sometimes I’ll just have another sandwich.

57. Do you light candles during dinner? No.

58. How many chairs are there in your dining room and who sits in the main chair? We don’t have a dining table or even a dining room anymore. We had to turn that space into a bedroom.

59. Do you eat and drink using your right hand or the left one? Right.

61. Mention the veggies that you like most: Spinach, broccoli, green beans, and corn.

62. What fruit and vegetable do you like the least? I don’t eat a lot of fruits or veggies to be perfectly honest. As bad as it sounds, I haven’t had any fruit the past few years. Spinach is the only veggie I have somewhat often. And like I mentioned in this survey, there are fruits and veggies that I like, I just don’t eat them often.

63. You like your fruit salad to have more: I don’t like fruit salad.

64. You prefer your vegetable salad to contain more: Spinach.

65. What’s your favourite sandwich spread? Mayo, pesto, or an olive oil/vinegar mix.

66. What’s your favourite chocolate bar? Reese’s white chocolate.

67. What’s your favourite dessert? Brownies, cupcakes, cheesecake, muffins, donuts.

68. What’s your favourite drink? Coffee and Starbucks Doubleshot energy drinks (that’s coffee, too, but still it’s different).

69. What’s your favourite snack? Movie theater popcorn.

70. What’s your favourite bubble gum flavour? Minty flavors.

71. What’s your favourite ice cream flavour? Strawberry.

72. What’s your favourite potato chip flavour? Sour cream and onion and original Ruffles with ranch dip.

73. What’s your favourite soup? Pork ramen.

74. What’s your favourite pizza? Didn’t I describe that already?

75. What’s your favourite type of dish? Just give me boneless garlic parm and lemon pepper wings from Wingstop, please.

76. What food do you hate? Seafood.

77. What’s your favourite restaurant? Wingstop.

78. Do you eat homemade food, or food delivered from outside? Both.

80. Who cooks at home? My parents and brother.

81. What kind of diet (e.g. low-fat, high-fiber, high-carbohydrate, balanced diet etc.) do you have? I’m supposed to incorporate a lot of protein.

82. How do you keep yourself fit? I don’t do anything.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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irlaimsaaralath · 7 years ago

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For DWC: “quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

@thevikingwoman

For DWC (@dadrunkwriting)

Let’s consider this a follow up to the last fluffy drunk Solas piece here.

Thanks for the prompt!

It was their last night at the Winter Palace, and Solas insisted on going back to the tavern to visit Madge. And, by “visit Madge,” he meant he wanted to watch her make more tasty drinks in fancy glasses for him to gorge himself on. She had to admit, the concoctions were exceptionally tasty, so when he asked, she readily agreed. Between the two of them, they’d kept Madge busy for the bulk of the night, though the short woman had not seemed to mind. Generally speaking, the apostate favored the rich, velvety drinks, flavors like vanilla and caramel, chocolate and cherry, and strawberry cheesecake. In fact, he had just finished one such drink, a frothy pale pink potion in a swirly glass rimmed in cinnamon-baked cracker crumbs. Niyera, on the other hand, was more a fan of the drinks with clean and bright fruit notes, flavors such as ginger and peach, honeyed lemon, and tart watermelon. She was currently indulging in one with blood orange, grapefruit, and thyme in a tall, slender glass edged with crimson-dyed sugar crystals. All told, they’d spent a small fortune for the woman’s considerable talents, and they were both exceedingly inebriated as a result.

As Niyera was finishing the last few sips of her drink, Solas was whispering the details of a scheme in her ear. His breath was sweet with the scent of strawberries and cinnamon, and she kept finding her attention straying to his lips. “Psht. Are you paying attention?” he asked as he leaned heavily on the arm he had braced on the bar. She tipped her glass back, draining the last few drops of nectar before sitting it aside on the bar. Without answering, she grabbed his chin and pulled him down into a kiss. Madge was snickering at the pair of them, but neither seemed to notice. When she finally pulled back, her eyes were half-lidded, and she hummed over her words before saying, “I am now.” Solas both laughed and scoffed, somehow, and his features fell into an exaggerated mask of seriousness as he went over the details of his plan again. She nodded from time to time, but not too quickly, as too much movement made the room tilt in an unseemly fashion. “Alright,” Niyera whispered as Solas finished explaining again, “Let’s do it.”

Before she stood, she smiled over at Madge, who had already cleared away their glasses and was wiping down the bar top. “A pleasure, as always, Madge,” the Inquisitor said grandly as she stood. Solas steadied her when she swayed, and she brushed him off in a huff, mumbling something about being perfectly capable, before she deposited a small pouch of coins on the bar. Squinting over at Madge, Solas placed a finger across his lips and hissed a loud, “Shhhhhhhh, Madge. Don’t tell anyone.” The woman only chuckled and made an “X” over her heart with a finger. “Cross my heart, love,” she had said, and Solas winked as he escorted the Inquisitor out of the tavern and into the night.

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There was no grand ball this evening in the palace, but there were always grand dinners. More often than not, these dinners featured tiny little desserts, fragile masterpieces of confectionery magic that tasted even better than they looked. Which was quite the feat. Solas’s plan was simple: seek out the tiny little desserts, purloin a tray or two of them, and escape back to their room. In theory, it seemed simple enough. They’d made it in a reasonable fashion back to the palace, then managed to work their way through the vestibule without being caught up in more than a word or two of conversation. That might have been because they so deftly talked themselves out of the interaction or that they simply hadn’t been coherent enough to interact to begin with. If asked, they would both claim the former. When they finally reached the double doors to the dining hall, they walked at an awkwardly hurried pace until Solas pulled back on Niyera’s arm and muttered, “Sloooow down. You’re going to give us away.” She distinctly frowned up at him, and he made a soothing gesture with his hand before he pulled himself straighter. Following his lead, she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin.

Various nobles and servants passed back and forth in front of them, casual acknowledgments were exchanged and pleasantries bantered. However, Solas’s grey-blue eyes were ever watchful of the trays that entered the room from the side door that led off into the kitchens, and when he saw one that piqued his interest, he tugged on her arm and walked in that direction. Nevermind that she had been complimenting the Duke of Wherever on the exceptional fashion sense he demonstrated with his choice of footwear (Leliana had said so earlier). She waved her apologies at him and quickly trailed behind Solas. The apostate had stopped abruptly beside a flower-topped pillar as he eyed the trays newly deposited on the sideboard, and she bumped into him. He scolded her with a cluck of his tongue, which in reality simply seemed like he had something stuck on the roof of his mouth, and at which she snickered. Then he chuckled, and then she laughed, and then it took several moments for them to regain their composure. Once they had their serious faces in place once more, they nonchalantly walked, arm in arm, a few feet closer to the sideboard. They paused just behind a drink cart, pretending to idly contemplate the selection, but she kept catching Solas staring intently at the frilly cakes. She pinched his arm hard enough to make him flinch, and when he frowned at her, she whispered in a not-very-quiet voice, “Quit staring! They’ll notice us!”

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On the far side of the dining hall, Josephine and Leliana were standing shoulder to shoulder, critiquing between themselves the gown Lady Suchandwhat had dared to wear to dinner and how the Count of Thatplaceoverthere had gone back for thirds of the main course. That is until they noticed Solas stride into the hall with the Inquisitor close on his heels. The women watched the pair as they none-too-covertly edged their way around the room, maintaining the barest of social graces as they tried not to stumble over each other. It was Leliana that pointed out that they seemed focused on the dessert table, and the thought rather tickled the spymaster, so much so that it made her giggle behind a gloved hand. Josephine frowned disapprovingly as she glanced at Leliana and urgently whispered, “Should we stop them? We should stop them,” both asking and answering her own question. She had only taken a step away from the wall, when the spymaster’s hand on her shoulder stopped her. “Josie, it’s the last night,” Leliana reminded her as they watched Solas make off with one silver tray of desserts, only a fraction more surreptitiously than the Inquisitor escaped with hers. The ambassador made a pained sound as she pinched the bridge of her nose, and Leliana only grinned, “You need to loosen up.”

#da drunk writing circle #solas #niyera #lavellan #drunk solas #frilly cakes #fluff #@dadrunkwriting

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joplayingjaks · 7 years ago

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lemon, strawberry, and blueberry please? (ps hope you are doing well! I think ur super cool :D)

Lemon: Do you have any pets? What are their names?

unfortunately no, none right now ;-; i really love animals but im allergic to cats and my brother is allergic to everything with dander (pretty much anything with fur or feathers)

in the past we have had a few official and unofficial pets tho

tons of fish. special shout outs to swimmy my carnival prize goldfish and mummy my brothers fat fancy goldfish (he was all white with one bright orange spot with big flowy fins). both of them lived for years and years and years. at one point we also had a few tetra fish that we named after the days of the week

we had hermit crabs for a long time too. we had a really cool kinda tall plastic tank that was like, hexagon shaped, and we had a plastic bonsai tree decoration for them to climb and it had a hollow hide-away underneath for them too. i dont remember their names tho, we had 3 or 4 of them

when i was really little i had a hamster named hammy, he was orange and mean, but he was my first pet and i was realllly young so i was pretty upset when he passed

we took in a stray kitten once, i named them kiddie (wow that naming trend tho) and she was so tiny and she would purr constantly and she loved car rides but you couldnt play the radio because she would get confused. but when we found her she was terribly emaciated and dehydrated, sp we took her to the vet as soon as we could. they gave us some medication for her and gave her shots and iv type things for dehydration, but they didnt have much to say on her making it. she passed very soon after, but we made sure her that in last moments she was warm and fed and comforted (yep im crying damn it)

also we ‘had’ purrcy (like percy jackson, cause im a nerd). he was an adult stray that wondered around our house and would hang out with us at family fires and stuff. he was grey/blue with pretty green eyes and one snaggle tooth fang. he came and went as he pleased for one whole summer and we never saw him again

Strawberry: Favorite desserts?

all of them??????? i love sweets so much!!! lemon bars, brownies, chocolate cherry cake, cheesecake, pumpkin pie, pumpkin cheesecake, apple pie, ice cream, sundaes, floats, fudge, popsicles, cookies of all kinds (especially peanut butter, oo and molasses), and scotcharoos, and brownie brittle and just everything yes.

Blueberry: What do you want to dress up as for Halloween?

i already answered this one, but ill say it again,, I DONT KNOW AND I REALLY AM HAVING A CRISIS BECAUSE USUALLY I HAVE THAT ALL PLANNED OUT ALREADY??? PLEASE SEND IDEAS

thank you!!!! idk why im so hyper tonight!! thank!!!

send a fruit ask

#asks #ameliabedeliagoesonline #jakaaron is a dork #im so hyper im so sorry #animal death mention /#pet death mention /

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thisislizheather · 5 years ago

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July Jiffs 2019

So technically the end of August is the appropriate time to start any and all Halloween/autumn talk (I think I made up that rule, but it feels right), so I’ll respect that and wait. Just know that I’m inwardly filling up with joy in anticipation of the best time of the year. Here’s what went down this month!

I made a list of some of my favourite summer vacation-y movies that I like to watch to pass the ungodly slow summer hours.

I read and reviewed the book Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed (the woman who wrote Wild).

We had a small party for July 4th and it was the best. Here’s what I made and loved: Panzanella Salad with Fresh Mozzarella (I used the How Sweet Eats recipe, but added mozzarella and omitted the corn and avocado - I also made the croutons the Ree Drummond way, because that’s the tastiest way), Spinach Bacon & Artichoke Stuffed Mushrooms (because they’re so delicious I want to scream), I used bell peppers as the bowls for holding the ranch for the vegetables, Slow Cooker Ribs, Eggplant Lasagna (I can’t remember the recipe I used, but it was pretty basic), Peanut Butter & Nutella Cheesecake Bars (this was the second time I’ve made these and it’s a perfect dessert to make a night or two before so that it can really set up), Blueberry Lemon Bread, and a charcuterie board (which is like assembling food art & I love it).

My favourite fruit/vegetable season is the end of summer mainly because of the fresh tomatoes and corn, so I can’t wait to try some of these corn dishes available in NYC right now. Although I don’t know how any of them are going to compete with the corn gnocchi at Park Avenue Summer. (I just looked and there’s also a sweet corn agnolotti with black summer truffles on the menu now too, so things just got interesting.)

Jenn sent me a link to this lovely poem Perhaps the World Ends Here by Joy Harjo that I just love.

I watched the AOC documentary Knock Down The House on Netflix and it’s so, so good. Cried at the ending.

I went on Nathan’s podcast to talk about dogs, cheating and movies.

I went for lunch at the cafe at Lilia in Brooklyn and it was ONLY AVERAGE. So that was disappointing. Maybe I ordered badly? I got the prosciutto, parmigiano butter, balsamic mustard sandwich - and even though it looks great (love whole grain mustard), it was really just too bready and not very flavourful.

Above Photo: Prosciutto, parmigiano butter, balsamic mustard sandwich at Lilia Cafe, Brooklyn

I saw Midsommar (by the same guy who did Hereditary last year) and I really liked it. Some parts are just unnecessarily graphic (and the slow motion shots of this stuff are insane to watch), but the plot was great. Love an original movie.

Watched the entirety of Champions on Netflix and it really bums me out that it got cancelled, it was a really fun show.

Made this chocolate chunk coconut banana bread and it was goooooood.

I visited the new TWA Hotel at JFK and wrote about it over here.

So excited to hear that there will be three more seasons of Big Mouth!

I also rewatched Dante’s Peak (still a great movie) and Twister (again, it holds up). I think I was in a natural disaster kinda mood that week.

Do you remember experiencing or hearing about the ride Kongfrontation at Universal Studios in Florida? I’ve only ever heard of it, but it seems like it was probably the best ride that ever existed at that park. I hate how most ride these days are just 3D screens with no real interaction or animatronics, it’s bullshit.

Fucking obsessed with this strawberry lemonade kombucha that’s apparently only available at Trader Joe’s. I thought their gingerade was the best flavour, but now I have to reassess everything. (Also tried the “watermelon wonder” but it’s pure trash.)

Some songs that I can’t stop listening to: You Need To Calm Down by Taylor Swift, Blow Your Mind by Dua Lipa, Everybody by Elliphant feat. Azealia Banks, Boys by Lizzo, Let Me Go by Hailee Steinfeld & Alesso feat. Florida Georgia Line & watt, Doin’ Time by Lana Del Ray, We Were Young by Petit Biscuit feat. JP Cooper, Calma (Remix) by Pedro Capo & Farruko

Apparently I can’t get enough of Bill Hader.

I refuse to shut up about how great the (square bottle) nail polishes are at Urban Outfitters. They’ve been consistently great for years. I’ve been wearing their neon pink Hot Tub off and on for at least five years, and they keep putting out wicked new colours. There’s almost always a 3 for $10 deal and recently I got Coffee Creamer, Sun Bunny & Optic White and they’re BEAUTIFUL.

It’s currently Restaurant Week again (it’s on until August 16th), so of course I went back to The Dutch for their beautiful wagyu steak tartare. I also had the corn cappelletti with chanterelle mushrooms and marjoram that was heavenly.

Above Photo: Wagyu steak tartare, The Dutch, NYC

Above Photo: Corn cappelletti, The Dutch, NYC

I saw The Farewell and it’s everything I wanted it to be and more! Definitely go see it. It also reminded me of this beautiful song that I had to sing for a competition once years ago, Caro Mio Ben.

There’s a deal with ClassPass where you can use the service for free for two weeks, so I tried it and it’s not that great. It’s just too expensive to justify having it when I already have a monthly gym membership somewhere else. I did try an aqua cycling class through Aqua Studio during the free trial and it was… only okay. I mean, it’s fun and great to be in the salt water, but it wasn’t all that challenging as a workout.

I wasn’t planning on buying it, but I tried it, loved it, so had to buy it: Glossier’s Brow Flick. I’m still learning how to use it properly, but so far I’m really into it. It inspired this eyebrow products video that I posted last week.

I saw Toy Story 4 and I really hope this is the final one they make because the ending was so good. That’s all I’ll say. Quality series of movies, right here.

Some friends of mine recently opened up a small, late night food place called Foodstruck in Astoria and the food is really good. They’ve just opened, so they’re still figuring out their hours but I think they’re catering to the late night crowd, especially servers/bartenders who get off work late. Check out some of the food specials from this past week.

Above Photo: Burger with gruyere, onion marmalade, sun dried tomatoes & a rosemary garlic butter on a potato bun

Above Photo: Fried boneless chicken thighs with a garlic soy tamarind glaze

Above Photo: Fried chicken sandwich with a spicy mayo, cheese sauce & pickles on a potato bun

My too-kind friend Irene got us a housewarming gift of a Diptyque candle (in eucalyptus) and somehow it’s still going after three months of daily use, which is incredible. Do not look up how expensive this candle is.

I watched To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before on Netflix and really liked it! Especially the hot tub scene. But let’s not get into it. I double-checked to make sure they’re both over 21 and they are, so all’s good.

Made this pappardelle pasta with mushroom ragu when Nathan was out of town (I like to get my mushroom recipes in when he’s gone) and it’s definitely going on my favourite-dinner-recipes list.

I ate at Misi in Brooklyn because I’ve wanted to go for ages and the pasta was solid as hell, I’d definitely go back. We had the charred peppers, marjoram, and whipped ricotta crostini, the corzetti with marinated sungold (peeled) tomatoes, garlic, pecorino & summer herbs (have you ever eaten a PEELED tomato? It almost feels wrong. The good kind of wrong), the strangozzi with pork sugo, nutmeg and parmigiana and for dessert we had the strawberries and cream gelato (it was a special that night) and the espresso gelato. Everything was so crazy good. The service was fantastic and the space is huge. Is it better than Lilia or L'Artusi (pasta-wise)? Ugh, that's such a hard question. It's really good. I'll have to revisit to get more intel to make a final decision on that.

I went to Coney Island with Irene and it was great, as it always should be.

I visited the Profundo Day Club (mainly to get my ass in a pool) earlier this month, and I highly doubt that I’ll return. Mostly because even though the pool was nice (small, but nice) and refreshing, the blaring house music in the middle of the day was a little excessive. There’s also a disco ball above the pool itself. And a unicorn floatie that drifts around the water. And waitresses who shoot sparklers off when someone buys a bottle of liquor. It’s… not for me, let’s say. And the cheapest pass was $70 (tax included), which is waaaay too expensive for Queens. Let’s be real.

There’s a new season of Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee and the Martin Short episode is just lovely. It almost killed me when he was talking about when he bought his house and said, “We bought it in 1986” even though his wife passed away years ago. Am I being ridiculous in thinking that him using the word “we” is so sad and sweet and nice? Or maybe that’s a normal thing to say and I’d melt at anything to come out of his mouth. And while it was a good episode, I got so fucking sick of all the filler shots of coffee being brewed, coffee being poured into a cup, beans being tossed in a can, flowers sitting in vases - for fuck sake JUST TALK TO MARTIN SHORT AND SHOW ME THAT. Annoying as hell.

Nathan and I started watching season three of Stranger Things and… it’s not good? We saw all of the first season, which was pretty good. Attempted season two and never finished it because it became boring. And last week, we watched the first couple episodes of season three and I think we’ve silently agreed on just stopping it altogether. And look, I’m happy other people like it, but it’s just not for me. Demogorgons are too close to being dragons, maybe that’s why I can’t care about them?

I like to go to at least one baseball game each season, so I went to a Mets game last weekend and got this beauty that was the giveaway (below) since it was the 50th anniversary of the moon landing.

Honestly, this bobblehead makes me so happy for some reason. I love going to Citi Field especially ‘cause the food is always so good. We got the filet mignon steak sandwich from the aptly named Pat LaFrieda’s Original Filet Mignon Steak Sandwich, incredible fries from Box Frites, souvenir cups & drinks from Effen Vodka Bar, mozzarella sticks from Big Mozz, and chips & queso with ginger lime margaritas from Cantina.

Above Photo: Pat LaFrieda’s filet mignon steak sandwich, Citi Field

Above Photo: Fries with parmesan ranch and cheese sauce from Box Frites, Citi Field

Two new things that I’m going to start doing:

1. Buying less things off of Amazon. If there’s an alternative, independently run company that I can find the item at (and if the price isn’t wildly more expensive) then I’ll shop there instead. Every new thing I hear about Amazon makes me shudder, and I hate that it’s become my default place for me to buy anything.

2. If a store/restaurant is cashless (ie. credit cards only), then I’ll refuse to shop there. It’s insane that this isn’t illegal everywhere yet. I’m so sick of it and cash should be accepted everywhere, it’s nuts that I even need to say that. (I was excited to have lunch at Ole & Steen in Union Square for lunch the other day, but they’re “cashfree” so fuck them!)

Some things that I’m looking forward to doing this month: I’ve already sent in my email requesting tickets for Saturday Night Live (you can only request tickets during the entire month of August), I can’t wait to see Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark with Layla, there’s a tomato gelato that I want to try that sounds either awful or life-affirming, going on our anniversary trip at the end of the month, excited for a Canyon Creek caesar salad with Harmeet, planning on going to the CNE with my mom (haven’t done this in years), going to two weddings (!!) and I love weddings, being in a pool with Marla and a bunch of our kids, and taking advantage of a few more Restaurant Week specials. Excited for the last month of trash weather!

#Liz Heather #Nathan Macintosh #July Jiffs 2019 #monthly roundup #summer #NYC #best of NYC #best summer #Positive Anger

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thestarsofthenight · 8 years ago

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Side Story 1: Heartfelt Gifts

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

Pairings: mainly Ciel Phantomhive/Elizabeth Midford

Summary: “There is nothing more ridiculous than living in a country in which an orange-skinned man won an election,” Francis had said, ending the Midfords four-year-long stay in the USA. Three days later, Elizabeth lives in gloomy London, wishing to be back in sunny LA, when a murder case suddenly turns her life upside down, entangling her with Ciel Phantomhive, his duty to the crown, and his school-intern detective agency…

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Note: is set after the second arc; originally written for Cielizzy Week 2017

“It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.”

― Mother Teresa

London, England, United Kingdom – January 2017

When Elizabeth Midford entered the Detective Agency, Ciel was sitting at his desk, entirely focused on his laptop. She had often seen him like this when coming to the Agency, but what was actually shocking here was right next to him was an untouched piece of strawberry shortcake. Unless they were not in the middle of a zombie invasion, Ciel Phantomhive never ignored a piece of cake. Especially, not a piece of his favourite one.

“Is everything all right?” Elizabeth asked him, genuinely worried. She did not know Ciel for a very long time now, had only met him in early November, but she already knew him well enough to know that something was fundamentally wrong when he did not touch his sweets.

Ciel raised his head and blinked at her. “Oh, it’s you. I did not notice you coming in,” he said, slightly confused, before returning his attention to the screen.

This is not good. Cute Shortie’s perceptive ability is usually outstanding – he always notices it when someone enters or leaves the room.

Elizabeth walked in front of Ciel’s desk. “Ciel,” she said, “is everything all right? Are you not feeling well?”

“Yes, of course,” he eventually answered, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Why should everything not be all right?”

“Because you are glued to your laptop,” Elizabeth replied.

Ciel, apparently not having heard her, did not answer and simply continued to do whatever he did. She sighed, and, suddenly, she had a brilliant idea. Elizabeth took the plate with his cake and stepped away from the desk. Ciel looked up the instance she let the fork sink into the cake.

“Hey!” he shouted, his eyes widening. “That’s not yours!”

“But you weren’t touching it! The cake sat there all sad and alone. It would have been terrible to waste it,” Elizabeth said and cut off a part of the cake with the fork. Immediately, Ciel jumped up from his chair and ran towards her, but she dodged him and ran towards the desk with the plate still in her hands and a smile on her lips. Ciel tried to stop her from getting to his laptop and barricaded the way, but to his surprise, Elizabeth simply jumped over the table and landed gracefully on the other side. Before Ciel could stop her, she glimpsed at the monitor.

Elizabeth had expected files of a case which was greatly bothering him. Instead, Ciel had looked at a website for birthday presents all time long. Bewildered, she looked at him. Ciel let himself fall onto the sofa and ran a hand through his hair.

“It is his birthday next week,” he muttered, and then louder, “Can I get my cake back?”

With wide eyes, Elizabeth handed the plate over, and Ciel started grumpily eating his cake. “You were behaving so weirdly because it is McMillan’s birthday next week?” she said. He is always so grumpy and aloof; I did not expect this in the slightest. But Cute Shortie seems to really treasure his best friend. Elizabeth smiled.

Ciel mumbled something and continued to eat his cake. “He always gets me something for my birthday even though I keep telling him that he shouldn’t. And this makes me obliged to give him something too. Especially after what happened earlier this month. It is bothersome.”

“Why don’t you just ask Sebastian to buy him a present in your stead if you have problems finding one on your own?” Elizabeth wanted to know, sitting down on Ciel’s ridiculously comfortable office chair.

“I tried, but he only laughed and said ‘So the Young Master cannot even buy a gift for his best friend?’” Ciel answered between two furious bites.

Somehow, I can see Sebastian in these words.

“But if you have such a hard time finding a suitable gift – why don’t you just buy him anything? Something standard like chocolate, or some clichéd boy gift like a video game,” she suggested. “After all, you have tried to find something else, something only for McMillan, and, in the end, the thought is what counts.”

Ciel did not reply anything to that, and Elizabeth’s smile grew. His dedication to finding a nice present is really cute.

“I have an idea,” she said, beaming. “How about I help you? I love buying gifts because I love to see their happy faces when they unwrap it and see what I got them. Also, now that I know that it is McMillan’s birthday next week, I can get him something too. We can go on Saturday because we don’t have school and thus have the entire day for ourselves.”

He did not answer, and she kept beaming at him, but, eventually, Ciel sighed and said, “Okay, Lady Midford. Let us go shopping.”

***

Elizabeth hummed while getting dressed. For today, she chose to wear a white blouse with sleeves made of lace and a pale pink skirt with white tights. When she was done, she curled her hair and carefully put it into twin tails like she always did, but, today, she put even more effort into making her hair look nice. Today, she even put on a little bit of make-up.

Quickly checking one last time in a mirror that everything was fitting, Elizabeth grabbed her light brown coat and backpack and ran down the stairs. Elizabeth was almost out of the door when someone called her.

“Are you going out, Lizzy?”

Immediately, she stopped in her movement and turned around. Her elder brother, Edward Midford, was standing by the stairs.

“Yes, I am going shopping,” Elizabeth answered him.

“With Paula?”

If I say that I am going shopping with Ciel, he will certainly freak out.

“Yes, with Paula,” she lied, smiling.

Edward sighed. “I almost got a heartache when I saw you are going out so dressed up – I assumed that you were going out to have a date. Perhaps even with that little nuisance from the Detective Agency even if I know very well that you would never do anything like that – especially not with him. But if you are only going out shopping with Paula, it is okay. Seems like I have overreacted.”

“I am not going out on a date,” Elizabeth firmly said, and even though this was not a lie, she hoped that he did not see her cheeks becoming rosy. “I can dress up whenever I want. Not only because of some boy, Eddie.”

Edward smiled at her. “Yes, you are right. Have fun,” he said and walked upstairs.

***

Before the actual shopping started, Ciel invited Elizabeth to an early lunch as his way of saying “thank you” for helping him to find a suitable gift for McMillan. Elizabeth was not very hungry, but who could say “no” to free food?

They had met at the Phantomhive townhouse, and Sebastian had brought them to a restaurant before returning to the townhouse. Elizabeth was not quite sure if Sebastian had left them alone because he wanted Ciel to really do this on his own or if there was another reason for that. After all, Ciel was usually quite inseparable from his butler.

The restaurant Ciel had chosen was located in a strange but beautiful place – St Katharine’s Docks, East Smithfield. The Docks were just east of the Tower of London and Tower Bridge, on the north side of the Thames. It was a small, rather secluded and quiet place with cafés, restaurants, and other shops built around the small port. Numerous footbridges pointed into the greenish water which was filled with ships of all shapes and sizes. Street lamps in black and gold stood everywhere, and colourful flower arrangements hung from them. On this bleak January day, these flowers were refreshing specks of colour, and Elizabeth told herself to come here again in summer when the trees and bushes around the water were wearing leaves, and the sun was painting the water gold.

They passed by numerous shops and restaurants like St Katharine’s Docks Café or John Harding, a hairdresser for “ladies and gents,” until Ciel stopped in front of a restaurant called “Zizzi.”

Elizabeth threw a questioning look at him, but he did not notice it and held the door open for her.

When I come back in summer, I have to sit in the outside area, Elizabeth made a mental note while eating her ridiculously delicious dessert which was called “Chocolate Melt.” It was a dream of chocolate pudding with vanilla ice cream.

Between entering the astonishingly beautiful restaurant and her first bite into her starter, Elizabeth had fallen in love with this hidden gem of an Italian restaurant.

Ciel had explained to her when she had tried to eat her garlic bread with mozzarella like a civilised human being and not a wild, starving animal having tasted ambrosia for the first time that there were more Zizzi restaurants in London, but he liked this one the best because it was rather hard to find.

The conversation with Ciel was quite nice, albeit silence often fell upon them, but, surprisingly, it never felt awkward. Elizabeth was not absolutely certain about that, but she assumed that the reason for the lack of awkwardness laid in the fact that they were both enjoying their meals too much. Especially, when it was time for dessert, they did not exchange any words while Elizabeth savoured her pudding and Ciel his baked lemon and raspberry cheesecake. From time to time, she lifted her gaze though to look at him.

Only he can look so unbelievably happy while eating cake.

After around an hour, they were done and ready for the actual shopping.

“What does McMillan like?” Elizabeth asked Ciel while they walked to the next train station. “What are his favourite things?”

“He likes mangas and animes, and often watches them through the night,” Ciel answered, rubbing his hands together to keep them warm. “And he loves playing video games. His favourites are visual novels. They are not very popular in Europe and the USA as people there prefer games in which you are more active – you mostly click through texts in visual novels, and here and there you can choose answers, that’s all –, but they are very well liked in Japan, so they are not often translated and thus hard to get your hands on. But if you know the right ways, you can still get a patched version. He does not only play visual novels though, the likes the more regular games too. Like Final Fantasy, Call of Duty, or Legend of Zelda.”

“McMillan does not look like someone who would play Call of Duty,” Elizabeth pointed out. “He looks more like a textbook book nerd.”

“He likes books too. His house is full of them, and he has read at least half of them.”

“Yes, I have seen it. His house looks on the verge of exploding because of that.”

“His mother is a lawyer, and his father is a librarian, and his entire family loves books. Even the twins.”

“I see. What else does he like?”

Elizabeth almost did not notice Ciel hesitating. Almost.

“He has a model railway,” he said in a low voice.

“Why are you talking about it so quietly?” she wanted to know, blinking at him in curiosity.

“Because he does not like it when I tell anyone about it. He thinks it could damage his reputation if others found out that he has a love for model railways.”

Elizabeth smiled at Ciel. Cute Shortie is even cuter than I’ve thought.

“But everybody already thinks that he is a nerd,” she pointed out, and Ciel shrugged. “Ask him. It’s his way of thinking, not mine.”

“Here, let me help you,” Elizabeth said, seeing him rubbing his hands together again. Quickly, she took his hands and laid a pair of light pink gloves with white bobbles into them. Ciel stared at his hands as if they were holding something disgusting like a dissected frog.

“I lend them to you,” she said, smiling. “My hands are not cold, so I don’t need them.”

“Thanks, Elizabeth, but I think that–” Ciel started, but she cut him off by grabbing his hands and putting the gloves on them.

“There you are!” she exclaimed with a grin and started walking again, feeling him scowling behind her.

They took the underground train, and in almost half an hour, they were in Covent Garden. Then, they went to Leadenhall Market and Camden Market. Every time, Elizabeth was astonished by their beauties. She fell in love with the glass roof and the many, many tiny shops of Covent Garden and begged Ciel to stay a little bit longer to see the performance of a magician in front of St Paul’s Church.

Leadenhall Market’s beauty of red, white, dark green, and gold took away Elizabeth’s breath, and she could not focus on shopping. Instead, she grabbed Ciel’s arm and pointed out interesting things she saw, dragging him here and there with stars in her eyes.

On their way to Camden Market, Elizabeth apologised to Ciel for her behaviour in Leadenhall Market, but he only said that “at least, you did not break anything.”

In Camden Market – first they went to the “actual” one –, Elizabeth was amazed of the liveliness everywhere. No matter where you looked, there were little booths. Some sold t-shirts – mostly fakes as Ciel told her, but there was also a small shop in which an Asian woman painted t-shirts herself and even took commissions. Other shops sold jewellery, cuddly toys, glass plates, anime and manga merchandise, very old books – there was a shop selling, among other things, a Bible with a sign “If you touch it, you have to buy it” as if it was so old that it would crumble under your fingers –, old records, clothes, and numerous other things. Elizabeth would have loved to buy the entire Market.

When they were done going through the “actual” Camden Market, they went to the “small” Camden Market. There, they walked through the countless booths selling clothes, mostly t-shirts.

“Look at this one, Ciel!” Elizabeth exclaimed with a giggle and pointed at a white t-shirt with a penguin saying “I am fucking freezing” on it.

“I saw a better one,” Ciel meant and led her to a t-shirt with three men on it. The first one was Bryan Cranston in his role of Walter White from Breaking Bad and next to him “knows chemistry” had been written. The second one was Jim Parsons as Sheldon Lee Cooper from The Big Bang Theory and next to him were the words “knows physics.” The last one was Kit Harington as Jon Snow from Game of Thrones, and next to him it said: “knows nothing.” Elizabeth burst out laughing, but quickly put her hands in front of her mouth, her cheeks slowly turning pink.

“I did not know that you watch such TV shows,” Ciel said, a faint, amused smile on his lips. “I thought you would only watch romance or princess shows and movies.”

“I don’t,” Elizabeth replied. “I am on Tumblr – you get basically spammed by fandoms there. Of course, I would pick up one thing or two from every fandom I’ve encountered.”

They quickly let this topic fall and continued to search. Elizabeth suggested buying McMillan a t-shirt on which “Lord of the Cats – The Furrllowship of the Ring” had been written. It even had the Lord of the Ring characters reimagined as cats on it.

Ciel shook his head. “I had bought him this t-shirt last year. He doesn’t have it anymore, however.”

She frowned, putting the t-shirt away. “Why? McMillan doesn’t seem like the type who throws away presents or re-gifts them”

“You are right, and he didn’t do neither of these things.”

“But what happened to it, then?”

Ciel turned away, fixing his eyes on a “Keep Calm and Call Sherlock” t-shirt. “Sebastian stole it right after he saw it.”

Elizabeth chuckled. “Mr Sebastian is a very odd person.”

He looked at her and didn’t say anything for a moment. “Yes, yes, he is.”

***

Even after having gone to hundreds of shops, Elizabeth and Ciel still hadn’t found anything nice for McMillan, and thus decided to head to Piccadilly. In their despair, they briefly entered one of the numerous souvenir shops for tourists which were filled with emoji pillows, jumpers saying “I love London,” little Big Bens, keychains, postcards, clocks, jumpers saying “adihash #givesyouspeed,” “The bitch is back,” and “I love weed” with a weed leaf replacing the “love” – the jumper with a cartoonish Nutella on it was cute though. There were even shishas and green cannabis lollipops. After seeing the lollipops, Ciel and Elizabeth quickly left the souvenir shop and headed to Waterstones.

There, they split up for a while as Ciel wanted to go upstairs first and Elizabeth wanted to quickly go through the “stationery shop” which was part of the bookstore. Elizabeth could have gone through the postcards, notebooks, booklets, papers, and stickers forever as most of them were incredibly beautiful. Unfortunately, she couldn’t because buying these things wasn’t today’s plan.

When she saw a “365 days diary” with a light blue cover and edges sprayed in silver, she took it. McMillan was the organiser of them – without him, the Agency would fall into chaos. He simply loved to record everything and sort things into alphabetical orders. A “365 days diary” whose purpose was to make you write something inside it for 365 days straight – it did not have to be much, a few sentences were enough – was, therefore, quite perfect for McMillan. Elizabeth also took some stickers in the shape of glasses, which she could put on the cover of the notebook, and another notebook. This one was thinner and of a burgundy colour, and the only reason Elizabeth had chosen it was the funny description on top of the notebook’s cover in white: “I can’t sleep: A journal for passing the time when insomnia strikes and my brain is circling in on itself, cannibalizing the trivialities of the day and exaggerating the ticking of the clock, reminding me that every minute spent awake is another minute to when I’ll have to get up, though many of the great artists and sages were insomniacs and that was part of how they got so much done, so if I can’t sleep I might as well write and channel my misery into something productive.” With every line this sentence claimed, the letters shrunk in size. It was terribly funny and more or less perfect for McMillan as Ciel had told Elizabeth that he liked to pull an all-nighter.

She purchased the two notebooks and the stickers, put them into her black backpack and went to find Ciel. She found him in the manga area, flipping through one while looking rather puzzled.

“What is it about?” Elizabeth asked, positioning herself next to him.

Ciel put back the manga. “It was a weird story set in the late 1880s about a boy with an eye-patch and his battle butler.”

“Your biography?”

He looked rather unamused. “Definitely not.”

“I am sorry. Of course, I wanted to say: Your biography – in historical London?”

Ciel’s scowl deepened. “The protagonist was late and went to school with a waffle in his mouth – you would never find me in such a clichéd situation.”

“Why not? I think it would look cute.”

“You think everything is cute.”

She shook her head. “No. I am just trying to find a little bit of cuteness in everything, but that doesn’t mean that I think everything’s cute. After all, no matter how long you search, in some things and people you simply don’t find anything cute at all. Like Voldemort. Who would find Hitler 2.0 without a nose cute?”

He nodded.

“What is the manga called?” Elizabeth asked.

“Why does it matter?”

“I don’t know – perhaps, it could be helpful for the future?” She grinned at him, and Ciel walked away.

“Hey, wait for me, Ciel!” Elizabeth said, hurrying after him.

***

Even after another few hours of searching, even after going in and out of more shops, Ciel wasn’t able to find anything for McMillan. Now, it had got too late to go on, and it was time to bring Elizabeth home.

Sebastian let them out a few streets from her house, and Ciel walked Elizabeth to almost her door – after all, she didn’t want anyone to see that she had lied.

“I am sorry that I couldn’t help you,” Elizabeth said to Ciel right before they parted. He has looked crestfallen the entire day even though he did his best to conceal it.

She briefly hugged him. “Sorry.”

Ciel shook his head when she let go of him. “It was always rather hard to find N anything nice.”

“Uh…” I have no idea what to say. I am so sorry. “I think it’s time to say goo–” Elizabeth began, but cut herself off when she saw Ciel reaching into his coat pocket and taking out a white alpaca cuddly toy with a red bow.

He held it out for her and averted his gaze. “You stared at it in Camden Market.”

This is his way of saying “thank you.”

With a soft smile on her lips, Elizabeth took the toy, and Ciel turned around and left. “I wish you a good night!” she called after him.

She watched Ciel until he vanished around a corner. Elizabeth looked at the alpaca in her hands – she had stared at it when they were in Camden Market, but she hadn’t bought it because she hadn’t wanted to buy anything for herself today. Ciel must have secretly bought it for her when they had split up and walked around on their own.

I really want him to find the perfect present for McMillan.

With determination and an idea running through her boy, Elizabeth walked towards the Midford Villa.

***

Ciel woke up to noise filling the townhouse. Sleepily, he rolled to the side and glanced at his clock. Today was Sunday which meant that he and the servants didn’t get up before nine o’clock, but when he looked at the clock on his bedside cabinet, it showed half past seven.

What is going on? Ciel thought and sat up the instance Sebastian entered the room.

“What is going on?” he repeated his question aloud while Sebastian helped him to get dressed. “What is the reason for this commotion so early in the morning?”

“A guest rang the bell at seven o’clock.”

“Who the hell would visit us at seven o’clock on a Sunday? The local pastor wanting to force us to attend his mass? No, that is impossible. He would have probably burned down the moment he stepped through the entrance door.”

Sebastian chuckled. “It wasn’t Pastor Verlac who paid us a visit – it was Lady Elizabeth.”

Ciel blinked at him. Green Eyes…?

“What is her reason for coming? And why so early?” he asked, fully dressed and heading with Sebastian to the parlour.

“Why don’t you ask her that yourself, Young Master?”

He opened the door to the drawing room, and as soon as Ciel stepped into it, he saw Elizabeth sitting by the table and surrounded by masses of coloured paper, stickers, scissors, glue, glitter, different kind of markers and pens.

“Good morning, Ciel,” she said, beaming at him, and Ciel knew that today would be a long day.

Goodbye, Sunday rest.

***

McMillan carefully unwrapped his present.

It was Wednesday – and the Agency smelled of the chocolate cake Elizabeth had baked for McMillan’s birthday today.

“You didn’t have to buy me anything, Lizzy,” he said, taking awfully long to unwrap the gift wrap with a pair of scissors and a ruler.

This looks like a surgery.

Elizabeth sat down the couch opposite from the one on which McMillan was sitting. “Of course, I had! Everyone deserves presents on their birthday. And when I found out that yours was around the corner, I couldn’t help myself. And I love giving gifts – I simply love it when people unwrap them and finally hold what I have bought them in their hands.”

McMillan was finally done, and his eyes widened behind his glasses when he took the “365 days diary” in his hands. “Oh, it is so pretty!” he said, examining the silver edges and the pair of glasses she had put on the blue cover; and he laughed when he read what stood on the other notebook.

“Oh, they are great! Thank you, Lizzy!” McMillan exclaimed, giving Elizabeth a brief hug.

She smiled. “You’re welcome.”

McMillan folded the gift wrap. “I wonder where Ciel is; I’ve missed him the whole day – I don’t want to cut the cake before he arrives.” He smiled at Elizabeth. “And thanks again for the cake. I am not much of a cake maniac like C – I prefer my cucumber and jelly sandwiches – but I still greatly appreciate it.”

Elizabeth chuckled. “You’re welcome,” she said, and the door to the Agency flew open. Ciel entered the room, his hair dishevelled and a clumsily wrapped present under his arms. He clapped the door shut behind him and put the present on the side table before letting himself fall into the sofa at the table’s head. Elizabeth smiled at him. Seems like someone stayed up late to finish his gift.

McMillan blinked at the strange present in front of him and looked at his friend. “Hi, C. Uh… is that for me?”

“No, it’s for the other birthday kid today – Theodosius the Great. Happy 1670th birthday, Theo.”

McMillan grinned and started his second surgery for the day. This one went faster than the last because Ciel had wrapped it so poorly.

In McMillan’s face shone puzzlement a huge, bleak looking memorandum book, on which the name of their Agency had been written, appeared underneath the wrapping paper.

“Uh… C…? Did you give me… decorated work for my birthday?”

Ciel scowled at him. “If you don’t want it, you can give it back to me.”

“But is it work?”

“Why don’t you flip it open and see for yourself?”

“No matter how much I love my work here at the Agency, I don’t want to look at work right now… and…”

Elizabeth couldn’t listen to that anymore and opened the book for McMillan whose jaw dropped when he saw the colourful inside of the dark grey book.

“That is… that is…”

“A scrapbook,” Ciel said boredly. “‘Scrapbooking is a method, an art for preserving, presenting, arranging personal and family history in the form of a book, box, card. Typical memorabilia include photographs, printed media, and artwork. Scrapbook albums are often decorated and frequently contain extensive journaling. Scrapbooking is a hobby commonly practiced in many parts of the world.’ That’s what Wikipedia has to say about it.”

“I didn’t know that you have such a weird hobby, C.” McMillan looked up from the book and stared at him. “You are Ciel Phantomhive, right? And not some kind of imposter?”

Ciel’s scowl deepened. “Of course, I am Ciel Phantomhive. That’s my one and only name.”

“I cannot believe you have made a scrapbook about our agency!” Happily, McMillan flipped through the pages. “Look! The Viola Fleming Rabbit Abduction Case! The Not Really Beauty Pageant Scandal! The Case of the Missing Things!” He turned over the pages. “Look, Lizzy! The Whitechapel Copycat Case! The Curry Conspiracy Case!” McMillan looked through the pages until he arrived at pages and pages of emptiness.

“Uh… Ciel – why is this scrapbook mostly empty? Did you give me half a gift?”

Ciel sighed. “There are pages left for future cases to come.”

McMillan smiled before he stood up and fetched three glasses and filled them with Dr Pepper. He gave each Elizabeth and Ciel a glass before he raised his.

“For future cases to come!”

Ciel and Elizabeth looked at each other, and she smiled at him. Then, they clinked their glasses together with McMillan’s.

“For future cases to come!” Elizabeth joined in enthusiastically, and Ciel only mumbled it.

#the stars of the night #ciel phantomhive #ciel x lizzy #cielizzy #kuroshitsuji #black butler #elizabeth midford #fanfiction #modern au #sebastian michaelis #mcmillan #ff #fanfic

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adoredykelano · 7 years ago

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ALL THE FRUIT ASKS

wowie thanks bud (i’m just gonna do the ones i haven’t already answered thank u)

lemon: do you have any pets? what are their names?

i do not, because the world hates me and wants me to suffer

mango: what is your trademark?

wearing too much makeup and making weird remarks about things that no one asks or cares about

pineapple: sexual orientation?

pansexual

strawberry: favorite desserts?

cheesecake, tiramisu, peach pie

cherry: can you play any musical instruments or can you sing?

i used to play the french horn in middle school but i dropped it, i sing a lot at church

grape: if you could take a vacation anywhere in the world, where would you go?

i’ve said this like ninety times on this blog but i really want to see the northern lights

banana: favorite horror movies?

i don’t really watch horror movies often enough to have a favorite but i have fond memories of “exeter” because in the middle of the movie i briefly convinced abbey that i was possessed

guava: dark & dramatic makeup or natural makeup?

dark and dramatic. am i even me if i don’t have too much red and/or pink and/or purple eyeshadow smudged around my eyes

tangelo: if you could be any mythical creature, which would you be?

maybe a nymph

plum: favorite clothing brands?

i don’t really have favorite brands but a lot of my clothes are from torrid so i guess torrid

coconut: favorite perfume?

very hollywood by michael kors (honorable mention to versace’s bright crystal and daisy by marc jacobs)

lychee: satin or lace?

both

blueberry: what do you want to dress up as for halloween?

i don’t really do halloween so idk

apple: what do you use more, tumblr or twitter?

i kind of switch back and forth for periods of time, recently i’ve been a lot more active on tumblr than twitter

kiwi: what's something that fascinates you?

idk fascinators

cranberry: favorite time of the day; morning, afternoon, dusk, or night?

night if i don’t ever have to look out the window or be outside alone

orange: do you have long eyelashes?

i fucking wish, my dude

star fruit: favorite sea creature?

i don’t really have one because the ocean scares me but otters are cute i guess do they count? if not otters then manatees. god bless the sea cow.

#ask meme #long post #Anonymous

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cecehathaway · 8 years ago

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Dinner with Dad | Para

Willwas beyond nervous for tonight. Not only was it the first time Dorothy would be visiting his house but it was also because his father was here. His reason for coming hadn’t been a social visit, not at first. It was more as a support system while Will mourned the loss of his wife. David had seen his son at this lowest, when he’d shown up in Kentucky, drunk and hopeless, just two weeks after losing his wife, and it had broken his heart. He vowed that he would never allow his son to be left alone on the anniversary of her death and so every year, like clockwork, he made the trip to New York. But this time, things were different. When he’d heard the news that his son had been picked by the government to get married, he was worried that Will wouldn’t like the idea and his old habits would resurface. But after meeting her and getting to know her, he’d noticed the change. He was happy. He was ready to move on and if this Dorothy woman could help him do that, then he had to meet her. Hell, he wanted to meet her anyway if only because he’d seen his son smile for the first time in months and it wasn’t one that usually followed tears. “Are you sure you put salt in the sauce?” David asked, grabbing the tasting spoon and bringing it to his lips. “Hey, old man, who’s the cook here? Why don’t you go set the table and let me worry about the sauce?” Will teased, rolling his eyes. “I already did that kiddo. I think all those spices are messing with your brain.” His dad laughed, coming over to ruffle his hair. “Relax, Will. Its me. You look fine, the food smells good and I took a shower. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Just then the doorbell rang and Will wiped his hands on the towel currently hanging from his shoulder. “You stay. I got this.” David said, walking over to the door and opening it.

When the cab pulled up to the address Will had given her, Dorothy picked up the foil-covered pie glass sitting beside her and set it in her lap. Inside of it was a homemade strawberry cheesecake. She paid the driver and got out with one hand balancing the chilled glass over her palm while her other hand slid her purse onto her shoulder. From the outside, the house looked lovely and quaint; despite her tearful moment at work the previous night, she had been looking forward to coming by and having dinner with Will and meeting his father. She walked up the stoop, reached out and pressed the doorbell, drawing in a deep breath to calm the unexpected anxious rush. Lifting the glass away from herself, Dorothy quickly looked down to make sure she looked presentable and that nothing had bunched awkwardly during the cab ride. The moment the door opened, her gaze snapped up and a smile automatically came to her lips. Her eyes widened only a small, nearly unnoticeable fraction at the sight of the man standing before her who was not her fiancé. Right away, she could see the resemblance between Will and his father--tall and fit with a similar face shape and bright but gentle eyes. Dorothy moved the pie pan to her left hand and extended her right hand, “Mr. Turner? Hi, I’m Dorothy McCoy.” Her teeth shone through her introduction, “It’s nice to meet you.”

David took the woman’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Its very nice to meet you, Miss Dorothy. Please come in.” David said, closing the door behind him as he took the dessert from her. “Will’s just in the kitchen. He’ll be right out. Can I take your coat?” Hearing Dot’s voice coming from the other room had that smile returning to his face. He didn’t want to come out just yet, instead focusing on making sure dinner wasn’t going to burn. He had decided to go Italian, settling on his mom’s Bruschetta-stuffed Balsamic Chicken with lemon broccoli and a small side salad. He knew that Dorothy was going to bring a dessert and he was excited to see what she had decided to make. Hearing her father’s voice inviting her inside, he turned off the eyes on the stove and wiped his hands again, coming around the bend and out into the foyer. “Hi.” Willsaid, giving her a small smile before coming over to give her a gentle kiss on the cheek. “You look great.” He complimented, biting his lip as he realized he probably looked less than presentable with his messy hair and apron. Oh crap. I forgot my apron.

Dorothy nodded, following Will’s father inside the home. She thanked him for relieving her of the dessert dish and dropped a shoulder to let her purse strap slide off into her hand. “Oh, okay, great! He must be working hard because it smells amazing in here.” Grinning softly, she shrugged the cardigan off and started to fold it over her arm until Mr. Turner offered to take it. “Thank you,” she repeated in kind. No sooner had she done so, did she see Will appear just behind his father, causing her smitten smile to return to her face. “Hey, you,” she cheerfully replied, bringing a hand to rest on his back while tilting her head slightly into his greeting kiss. She took in his appearance with an amused smile as she was reminded her of the very first time she saw him--apron and all. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” With some subtle teasing, the hand behind her back gave his apron a gentle tug at the knot, but she looked back to Will’s dad, still smiling and “Will told me you were out here for the week. Have you had a good trip out here so far?”

David chuckled and nodded his head, before leaning around to make sure Will couldn’t hear him. “Don’t tell him I told you but he’s a better cook than his mom. She’s worried about the old ticker so she doesn’t season anything. Will spoils me.” He said, putting a finger to his lips before grabbing the thin material Dorothy had given him. “Are you sure this is a coat? It doesn’t look like it’d warm up a barn cat.” He laughed, but nonetheless took it to the coat rack and hung it up. “Dad, its called a shawl, I think. It doesn’t stay 30 degrees all year.” He laughed, shaking his head. Seeing her standing in his house, next to his dad, brought a warmth to his heart that hadn’t been there in quite some time. When he felt her hand undoing the tie in the back, he grabbed her hand and squeezed before letting go, taking the apron off over his head. “Yeah, its been quite enjoyable. He took me to see the venue and I made a few arrangements that I can’t discuss with the bride to be.” David teased, before joining his son back in the kitchen. “Just make yourself at home, honey. We’re almost done in here.” He said, leaning close to his son and whispering, “You forgot to mention how beautiful she was. If your mom and I...” Will shook his head and cut his dad off, laughing. “Please do not finish that sentence. She’s mine.”

Dorothy tucked her lips in her mouth to muffle her giggles and when she trusted herself to speak up, she winked, “Your secret’s safe with me.” Her cheeks started to warm but she laughed a little more freely this time. Moving her gaze between Will and his father, Dee politely interjected, “Actually, it’s a cardigan. If we’re eating outside, I might be in trouble after about ten minutes, but I promise I’m okay, Mr. Turner.” Feeling Will’s hand over her own made her stop fiddling with the knot and when he pulled the apron off completely, her eyes fully appreciated his attire underneath, all the while keeping her thoughts to herself. It became easier once she asked Will’s father about his trip thus far and listened to his answer. Naturally, Dorothy wanted to ask but she buttoned her smiling lips for a few seconds. “I see where Will gets his love of surprises from,” she eventually replied with some amused shakes of her head. “Thank you--oh! And there’s cheesecake under that foil so if there’s fridge space, it should probably go in there in the meantime.” As they wandered back toward the kitchen, Dorothy slowly meandered away from the entryway to admire what decor and arrangements were nearby. Although she’d been aware that Will’s father had whispered something, she couldn’t make out what he’d said that made Will respond the way he did--that, she did hear. It made a bashful grin appear on her face as she continued taking slow steps through the living room. After a moment, she turned to face the direction Will and his dad had gone and called out, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

”I’m holding you too that, Miss Dee.” David said, calling her by the nickname his son had mentioned. Once he’d returned to the kitchen to help put the finishing touches on dinner and help calm his son’s nerves, he made sure to mention that the photo album was on the dining room table and she was free to look through it while they finished up. Will groaned inwardly but decided it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. It wasn’t like like there was anything embarrassing in there. David grabbed Dorothy’s cheesecake and took the foil off, showing it off to Will and nodding his head at her work. “Not bad.” He whispered, chuckling as he re-covered it and put it in the fridge. After a few minutes and some spilled vinaigrette, dinner was ready. When Will heard the yell from the dining room, he smiled and poked his head around the corner. “What would the lady like to drink? Wine? Water?” He asked, nodding when she told him. After carrying the dish to the table, he came out and grabbed Dot, giving her hand a kiss and a squeeze before bringing her over. “I hope you like Italian.” He said, pulling the chair next to him out for her to sit in. When she was settled, he stood next to her and took the lid off the bowl, the steam and smell of the chicken filling the room. “Its Bruschetta-stuffed Chicken, lemon broccoli, and a side salad.” He told her, shooting a glance at his father and smiling. “I hope you like it, b… Dot.”

The bit of anxiousness that crept up on Dorothy when she first arrived was quickly dissolving inside her after having met Will’s father. Her first impression of him was that he was kind and easygoing, much like his son and as she meandered through the living room into the dining room, her smile reappeared, thanks to the alert about the photo album. The table had been set wonderfully, but for the time being, she stood behind one of the chairs and picked up the hefty album to have a look, leisurely walking back to the living room along the way. In a matter of seconds, her smile stretched into a toothy grin while she saw photos that had to be Will as a child, out on his family’s farm. Some of the photos she managed to look at were more scenic while others were downright adorable. One picture appeared to be a family portrait and she silently guessed at the two women in the photo being Will’s mother and sister, standing beside Will and Mr. Turner. She jumped inside her skin and gasped when Will suddenly popped his head in from the kitchen. Recovering quickly, Dorothy said, “I better start with water until I get that delicious-smelling food in my system. Thank you.” The last thing she wanted to do was make a fool out of herself in front of her future father-in-law for her first time meeting him. After making the safe assumption that they would be eating soon, Dee closed the album and looked for a nearby safe spot to set it down. She then found herself smiling again--as was often the case when Will came into the room again--and thanked him for pulling the chair out for her. Within seconds of the lid being taken off of the hot meal, the aroma of herbs and spices filled her nose and further peaked her interest in trying her future husband’s cooking. “I’ve never had this before but it sounds fantastic.” Her eyes went from Will to his father, but quickly back to Will with curiosity as to what he had started to say. She wasn’t going to ask him about it in front of his father but the wonder lingered on her face for a moment before she replied, “I’m sure I will.” Figuring that each of them could start with a dish to serve on their plate, Dorothy went for the salad first, using the provided tongs to plate before passing it to Will. Her gaze went to his father however, when she said, “I loved looking at those pictures by the way. The ones of your home had me hoping I might get to visit sometime.”

Will couldn't help but chuckle when he accidently scared his fiancee. "I'm so sorry, Dot. I didn't mean too." He said, between smiles. "And you're welcome. Water it is." He smiled, disappearing back into the kitchen just as quickly as he'd appeared. Something about seeing her looking at his family photos and baby pictures of him made everything that had been happening the past few weeks even more real. He was getting married again. A concept that he hadn't planned on exploring again after Kayla. Losing her hurt too much and the idea of loving anyone as much as her was something he just didn't think was possible. And now, here he was. About to be married again, and to a wonderful woman, that he cared deeply about. It was too soon to call it love but Will definitely had high hopes that it would go in that direction. Once the food was placed and everyone was seated, Will focused his attention on Dorothy, hoping she wouldn't notice the staring. Ever since that day in his shop, he hadn't been able to get her face out of his head. He saw it with every text, with every conversation, and it was one that he didn't want to ever forget. When she caught him looking he just smiled and looked away, mostly to hide the blush but also to remember that his father was in the room as well. When Dorothy chose not to comment on his slip-up, he was thankful for that. It wasn't that he was ashamed but moments like that were best left for private. When David was finally acknowledged again, he smiled and turned to Dorothy. "Really? You're not scared off by the idea of walking around in manure?" Will just hung his head and laughed, mostly out of embarrassment. "Please, dad. We're eating. Save the talk about life on the farm until afterwards. We don't want to ruin her appetite." David just threw up his hands and laughed. "She made a statement. As your father, its my job to make sure she won't run for the hills if she gets a little dirt on her." Will just laughed again and sighed, looking over at his fiancee. "I am so sorry for him. I am adopted obviously." He joked, poking his dad in the arm.

Dorothy laughed at the banter between Will and his father. At the adopted comment, she slowly shook her head at her fiancé, bearing her dimples, “I’m not even a little bit convinced that that’s true.” She continued passing the dishes until each of them had their plates filled. With confidence and a smile still on her lips, she did address her future father-in-law’s question, “I can’t say I’ve walked through manure before, Mr. Turner but I don’t scare easily. I chose the wrong profession if I did.” Cutting a piece of chicken to prepare a bite, she then added, “My family used to go camping up state each year for a week. My sister hated it. She’s a city girl through and through. I love the city too, but I loved going camping--fishing, campfires, actually seeing the stars at night--getting away from what was typical to me for a little while.” She chose not to mention why those trips had stopped and instead enjoyed the pleasantries and her own aside thought about the possibility of her and Will one day carrying out a tradition like that someday. She tried not to get too ahead of herself with this thought and kept herself pinned to the present, eating some of the bruschetta-stuffed chicken. It truly tasted as amazing as it smelled and as soon as her mouth was cleared she smirked at Will, “My compliments to the chef,” and continued to eat. Mental images of Will in his apron when she first met him, and again when she arrived earlier that evening were surfacing in her mind again, causing her to smile as they had done before. She thought about the transparent closeness between Will and his father from the time they were now spending together. And she thought about the shower of praise Will had given his mother during their first date. His sister remained something of a mystery for the time being but at least for now, Dorothy was feeling like she could see herself in the Turner family.

Will laughed and shrugged his shoulders, giving her a small wink. “It was worth a shot.” Watching her pass the dishes around, even though he was the one who had invited her over and should have been doing it, made him smile, even if he did feel slightly bad. When she turned to his dad and answered his statement, he listened intently, making notes in his head of things she enjoyed doing and to his surprise, were things he himself enjoyed. “Well then I think you and my son are going to get along just fine, my dear. He’s a country boy and that’s what we all enjoy doing on Friday nights.” David said, giving her a warm smile. All he’d ever wanted in his life was for his son to be happy and right now, looking at the cute glances and the mannerisms the pair were exchanging, he felt certain that this girl, whether by fate or just luck, was meant to be with his son. Maybe it was divine intervention, perhaps Kayla had had a hand in her being chosen for Will. But either way, he knew they were both in good hands. The room fell into comfortable silence, with the occasional question about Will and farm life and it seemed as if things were going great. “Now, my son tells me you’re a nurse practitioner. What is that exactly?” David asked, his eyes going back and forth between the two of them. “We were fortunate enough to never have to visit hospitals much. I don’t suppose it's easy giving bad news to people huh?” He added, more as an afterthought than an actual question. “I actually have something for you two but you can’t have it until the wedding. Its a gift from his mom and I and we’ve been sitting on this idea for a while now. And I’m going to shut up now before I give it away.” He laughed, scooting his chair back and standing up. “I’m due for a refill. You kids talk amongst yourselves. Or you know, do whatever. I’ll be… over there out of view.”

Dorothy smiled while briefly glancing over to Will at his dad stating he was a country boy, but her gaze soon returned to Mr. Turner, hoping her stolen glance was subtle. “In that case, I look forward to getting to do those things again.” As she ate the warm, tasty meal, she occasionally attempted to steal some more glances at Will but found it harder to be subtle about it when they were sitting beside each other and all three of them were eating. The little ball of nervousness that sat in the pit of her stomach over meeting Will’s dad had all but disappeared at this point. He had been friendly and welcoming from the moment he opened the door for her, and knowing that he was going to be her father-in-law in a month’s time had her looking forward to having an ideal father-figure back in her life again. When he asked her about her career, Dorothy had been sipping down some of her water but she set the glass down with a small hum. “It’s a little hard to explain--not a lot of people know about nurse practitioners. In a lot of ways, we’re similar to physicians but there’s certain things we don’t do, such as performing surgeries. We can assist but that’s about it there. Outside of that, we do a lot of what doctors do, but with a little more roaming room. Doctors usually stay in one field for the duration of their career. Nurse Practitioners can pick up certification in different fields and renew the ones they already acquired every five years. I just earned mine in Women’s Health and Midwifery, so most of what I do right now is clinic work and helping in the ER when needed. Eventually I wanna get certified for Pediatrics and possibly Psychiatry.” Realizing she was rambling, she stopped and chuckled while her cheeks and ears began to burn. Underneath the table, she sought Will’s hand to squeeze as though she could relieve her momentary embarrassment there. After a couple of seconds, she unbuttoned her lips and summarized, “So I’m similar to a doctor, without the title, and with about half the annual salary. Since I’m still considered new to my job, I’ve got a supervising physician that I work with for all my shifts who checks over some of my diagnoses and findings for patients.” Hearing Mr. Turner’s comment, Dorothy nodded, “It isn’t, no. It’s hard to put on a brave face in front of patients and their families most of the time but it doesn’t help to break down or fall apart in front of them when they might be feeling that way themselves.” She reached for her water again, feeling her mouth going dry from prattling on about her job. The mention of another surprise made her look to Will, wondering if he was in on this or not. “Is there any possibility for a hint?” Dorothy grinned, figuring it couldn’t hurt to try asking. She softly chuckled when Mr. Turner excused himself and when they were alone, Dorothy leaned over to Will and whispered, “I like your dad. Hopefully I didn’t just talk his ear off there.” She then pecked Will’s cheek and asked, “How are you doing?”

"And trust me, Miss Dorothy, my son sure knows how to make them fun. His sister used to hate camping but he always made sure to bring a few things to keep her entertained, whether it be swimming or board games. They were as close as two siblings could be. And she liked the dynamic they had. He's her best friend and if she wasn't pregnant..." David trailed off, looking over at his son and then wincing. "Oh crap, I totally forgot you didn't know." He said, watching Will put down his fork. Hebetter not be the father." Will said, trying to hide his anger from Dorothy. "Heather was uh, well, she was dating this older guy. Off and on for years and he kept pressuring her for sex. When she turned him down, he'd break up with her and go sleep with someone else then come crawling back with some bullcrap excuse. She’d forgive him and then the cycle would start over. Finally when she turned 17, he got his wish and they slept together. Then the guy says that wasn't worth waiting for and dumped her. She's been going back and forth with him and it drives me crazy. I wish she'd just leave him alone and move on." He sighed, shaking his head. He hadn't wanted to get Dorothy involved in his family drama but his dad had already opened the can of worms. "Luckily for us, it's not Kev's. It's her boyfriend's." David said, giving his son a small smile. After listening to Dorothy explain her job, Will gave her hand a squeeze, finding it ironic that the government had paired him, a heartbroken man, with someone who healed people. "I tried to get Will to be a doctor. He was always so good on the farm when it came to caring for the animals. But he wanted to work with numbers. I found it boring but hey, if that's what he wanted, who was I to discourage him? We need more math geniuses in the world." He laughed, knowing that he was building Will up even though he knew he didn't need it. It was quite clear to him just how much they cared for each other. "I know will and his sister both used to get really upset when we lost an animal. Its that bond and even though its different with your job, I imagine the concept is the same." He stated, before standing up and heading towards the kitchens, her question stopping him in his tracks. "A hint huh? Well, its big. Really, really, big." He grinned, knowing it was the most vague, and least helpful, hint he could have given. Once he was gone, Will turned to look at her and shook his head. "He likes you too. He wouldn't have left us "alone" if he didn't." He teased, leaning into her kiss. "I'm actually really good. I knew you two would hit it off. He's quite likeable." He said, which earned a 'thank you' from somewhere further back in the house.

The similarities between Will and his sister and Dorothy and her sister made Dorothy smile. She was surprised to hear that Will’s sister was pregnant and turned that surprised gaze on Will, only to find that this was news to him as well. Heather’s relationship history left her feeling sympathetic and also somewhat surprised considering what Will told her she did for a living. Perhaps Dee thought to herself, this ex was a blind spot for her. It definitely came as a relief to hear that he was not the father of her baby and she could sense that Will felt the same way as the tension seemed to ease at the news although she wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to comment so she left it at a cordial, “Congratulations,” to both men. She smiled with a bit of surprise on her face again trying to imagine Will as a doctor. He was very kind and intelligent, certainly, but the first time seeing him emerge from the back of the bakery--apron and all--was firmly impressed in her mind, making it that much harder to see him donning a lab coat and toting charts around. Nodding in agreement with Mr. Turner, Dorothy echoed his sentiment, “It is a similar situation--losses aren’t easy and it’s even harder when you feel close to the departed.” Her grin was back when he gave his hint and she looked to Will, wondering if he was in on this surprise as well. She chose not to outright ask and instead started forming a small list of guesses in her mind while checking in with her fiancé. The stubble on his cheek tickled her lips like always, almost always guaranteeing a smile to follow. This one lingered and soon grew when Mr. Turner responded to Will’s compliment from the other room. Giggling against Will’s shoulder, Dorothy gave his hand another squeeze and then looked up to him. “I’m really glad we did this. You did an amazing job with dinner tonight. And I can’t wait for you guys to try the cheesecake, although I should’ve asked if either of your dad’s allergic to strawberries or anything first.” Nearly everything she’d put on her plate was now in her stomach as she tilted her head to rest against his shoulder. “Can I help with the clean-up from dinner at all?

Willcouldn't help but sit back and fold his arms across his chest, fuming at the idea of his baby sister having a baby. She was only 25 years old and far too young to be having a baby. Especially given that she still had a ways to go to really establish herself as a profiler. She was working with the KBI on local cases throughout the state but had her sights set much higher. For that though, she needed quite a bit more experience. Will was pulled from his thoughts when Dot told him congratulations and he simply smiled, not really sure if that is what he would have said. All it did was make him want to call his sister and gripe at her for being so dumb. To throw away everything she had worked so hard for for a child. “Please dad, you and I both know, I wouldn't have done well as a doctor. I get too attached to things and that makes it even harder to do the job. I used to cry whenever we lost a calf and I had no emotional attachment to it so there's no way I would have been able to handle people. Now Heather on the other hand, she is very good at staying emotionally detached. It's what makes her so good at her job.” He added, before raising an eyebrow at his dad when he revealed that his parents had a surprise for them. “Wait, what? How long have you and mom had this “surprise” for us?” He asked, his head going back and forth between his fiancee and his father. “Well it has kind of been in our mind for a long time and now, with the law and everything, it seems like the perfect time to use it.” David answered, knowing that it wasn't anymore clearer than the hint he'd given earlier. When he excused himself to head to the other room, he sent his wife a text, explaining that he'd just broke the news about the surprise and to call the bank and make the proper arrangements in the morning. He couldn't help but laugh when his dad heard the compliment and he shook his head, noting how adorable Dorothy's giggle was and made a mental note to make sure he heard it a lot more. “My dad is actually a diabetic but I'm sure one little slice won't hurt him. Or at least, that's his philosophy. Mom and I don't agree but he's stubborn.” Will grinned, scooting his chair back and standing up, motioning for her to do the same. “You're our guest so I would be against you helping but if you want to come and help me cut the cake, I wouldn't be opposed. Dad's probably passed out in the old recliner anyway.”

Dorothy had been very good at reading body language, most of the time, so after her congratulatory comment left her mouth, her brows twitched together, wondering why Will seemed so upset. It was the first time she had seen him like this but given that they would be married in a month’s time, it wouldn’t be the only time. Reaching underneath the table, Dorothy gave Will a comforting grip near his knee. She wanted to ask him what was wrong but it didn’t seem like his dad shared the upset, so she decided against posing the question aloud for the time being. He appeared to have recovered rather quickly from the news about his sister, once his dad revealed that he and Mrs. Turner were orchestrating some sort of surprise for the two of them. Dorothy was plenty shocked as well as she listened to her future father-in-law’s words. What was it that he and Mrs. Turner were planning to use? More questions than answers were swimming in her head when he left her and Will alone. Hearing that Mr. Turner was diabetic made Dorothy softly gasp and swat Will’s arm. She kept her voice low and hissed, “Why didn’t you tell me when I offered to bring dessert over? I could’ve used Truvia or Splenda or something!” Actively pursing her lips always made her dimples show and this time was no different. “And I really don’t mind helping you out--at least with clearing the table--not as your guest but as your fiancée.” She stuck her tongue out while scooting her chair back, and gathered hers and Mr. Turner’s plates. “And I’d be happy to cut some dessert for us all. There were some yummy strawberries in the market the other day so I made us a cheesecake.” Carefully, Dorothy stacked the plates and utensils and brought them to the kitchen sink. She helped as much as she could before going to the fridge to retrieve the homemade dessert. Setting the foil cover aside, Dorothy was glad to see it survived the cab ride over and sought out a simple butter knife, knowing it was enough to do the job for them all. Once she had one and served up a slender slice for Mr. Turner, Dorothy prepared a thicker piece for Will, fully aware of her innuendo and quietly asking him, “Hmm… think you can handle this much of my goodies, or would you rather start with just a little bit?”

Will laughed and rubbed his arm where she had swatted him. “Ow!” He laughed, giving her a warm smile. “He hates that stuff. Says it tastes like cardboard. The trick is to not let him know its in there. Mom’s been doing it for years. He’ll be fine, babe. Just give him a small slice and he’ll be happy.” Will said, leaning over to give her a quick peck on the lips. “Besides, he’s not really that concerned about one piece of cheesecake. You deny him dessert and you’ll break his heart.” Will teased, grabbing her hand to help her stand up. “Okay, fiancee. You can help me clean up. I do have a good dishwasher so please don’t wash them by hand. I’ll feel bad.” He laughed, walking with her to the kitchen. When she lifted the foil, and he got a whiff of the strawberries, he looked over at her. “That smells delicious.” He said, looking at the dessert in front of her. “I can’t wait to try some.” When she began looking for a butter knife, he pointed her in the right direction. While she was cutting slices for the three of them, he quickly put a pod into the washer and started it, turning around to where she standing, his eyebrows raising at her obvious innuendo. “Hmm, I can handle as much of your goodies as you’re willing to give me.” He smirked, pulling her closer and biting his lip. “Should I go make sure dad’s asleep first?” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows before laughing softly.

Dorothy shook her head at him while hearing Will explain. “I’ll keep that in mind in the future.” She still felt a little bad but knew it wasn’t necessarily the worst thing in the world, especially if she took Will’s advice and kept Mr. Turner’s piece small. Her lips quirked up at the peck he gave her just before accepting his hand up to start clearing the table. In a joking manner, she used a free hand to salute him, “You got it, boss,” and made her way into the kitchen to scrape and rinse the plates off before loading them into is dishwasher. When she moved to tend to the cheesecake, Dorothy smiled at his compliment, “Thank you,” and echoed her gratitude when he pointed her to the utensil drawer. Her grin was shameless and lingered as he kept up with her euphemism. Feeling his hands grasp her from behind made her let out a tiny yelp followed by a soft peal of giggles. “I’ll give you a taste for now and if you like it, there’s more for us to enjoy later.” With a soft snort, Dorothy cupped a hand to Will’s cheek and stood on her toes to peck his lips, “I’m not about to give you too much with your dad in the other room.” After one more peck, she went back to the cheesecake, plating pieces for each of them and swiping a generous bite onto a fork. She held her free hand beneath the fork and lifted the bite to Will’s lips to see what he thought. It had been a while since she’d made anything other than cookies but she had been diligent about following her mom’s recipe, sans the strawberry drizzle and sliced strawberries on top, which was her own making. Once she slid the fork from his mouth, Dorothy set it on the plate with his slice and waited to offer it to him so her hands would be free to carry her own slice as well as Mr. Turner’s. She hadn’t gone into their dinner plans with many worries but now that the night was nearly over, Dorothy felt humbled to be in the presence of two purely wonderful men that evening. It gave her something to look forward to in the future, as a Turner.

Hearing her words, and feeling slightly bad that he hadn't mentioned his father's illness before now, had Willbiting his lip. On the one hand, he had forgotten is was an issue because it was something his father had been dealing with his whole life so it was almost an afterthought and not a big deal, but on the other hand, if he had neglected to tell her and she gave his father too big of a piece, it would have spelled disaster and the night would have ended up in a much worse place than he felt it was headed. He couldn't help but laugh when she saluted him, his head shaking at her silliness. Once they were in the kitchen, they sat about doing the clean up, knowing it wouldn't take long. Like he thought, it was about 10 minutes later when they slide the lid closed on the dishwasher and started it up. He had to admit that seeing Dorothy so relaxed and at home made some of the worries disappear. And then with the innuendoes, it was like a whole new side that he was certainly going to enjoy getting to know. “Such a tease. Can't I just have the whole pie?” He smirked, biting his lip as he pressed his chest to her back, nibbling on her neck. He obviously wouldn't take it as far as he wanted because his dad was in the other room but the thrill of how flirtatious this was becoming was certainly going to warrant a cold shower later. “Fair enough. It's probably better to wait until we're alone. He has the hearing of a hawk.” He said, grabbing the plate with his father's piece of cheesecake on it. “I'll be right back, Dot.” He said, walking down the hall to the guest bedroom. He lightly rapped on the door and when he didn't hear a response, he pushed it open, to find his father asleep in the chair and a small box sitting on the bed. He set the piece of cake down and walked over to it, grabbing the small note and reading it. He grabbed the box and opened it up, revealing his grandmother's ring.

My son, I know this ring has been in our family for generations and its sentimentality isn't something to take lightly. After meeting Dorothy tonight, and watching your face light up like it used too, I can clearly see that this ring belongs somewhere other than our safe at home. You know she would have wanted you to have it and give it to someone you love and while you may not be ready to say it out loud, I saw it tonight. And I can think of no better woman to wear it on her finger than your fiancee. Your Dorothy. You can get it resized and replace the stone to make it more her style but your grandfather made that ring with his bare hands. You were always the responsible one so I know you won't let anything happen to it. I reckon you'll know when the right time to give it to her would be. Love, Dad

Will felt the box in his hand and sighed, setting it back down on the bed. He leaned over to give his dad a kiss on the head before covering him up with the blanket. He came back into the kitchen and for some reason, just had to give his future wife a hug. She would certainly be surprised by the ring but the question is, would she accept it? “He's sleeping like a baby.” He whispered, just holding her close, knowing that she would probably have to leave soon but not really wanting her too. It all felt so...normal. So perfect.

Dorothy couldn’t help but laugh at being called a tease. She didn’t have too many opportunities to be flirtatious but it seemed to flow at the time with Will. After giving Will the sample bite and preparing to take the plates out, she thought against leaving the cheesecake out, unsure of how long it would end up sitting out. When Will took his father’s slice, she set hers and Will’s slices down and nodded, “Okay,” and then proceeded to cover up what remained of the dessert. She put it back inside the fridge and picked up the plate that was hers to see if her baking skills were still intact. Two bites later, she’d been pleased with herself and casually meandered around the kitchen while she waited for Will to return. His time away had her thinking that Mr. Turner may have still been awake but she occupied her time by thinking about the few photos she saw in the photo album. As she considered going back to look at more, she heard Will return and managed to set her nearly empty plate down before his open arms closed around her. A confused smile came to Dorothy’s face as she brought her arms around his neck while unsure of what brought on their sudden embrace. There was something in his eyes but she couldn’t put her finger on it; briefly, she wondered if she would learn the more subtle shifts from him with time. Hearing that Mr. Turner had fallen asleep softened her smile. The quiet volume of her voice matched his when she replied, “When he wakes, tell him it was a real pleasure getting to meet him for me?” With his face so near to hers, she only had to turn her head slightly to kiss his cheek and that’s exactly what she did. His father’s slumber made her feel it may have been best for her to get going. Still keeping her voice a whisper, Dorothy said to Will, “I should probably go. I don’t wanna end up staying and give your dad the wrong idea.” Her hands slid to either side of his neck, and then one moved to rest against his cheek as she tilted her chin to kiss him. Although she knew she had to go, she had taken her time, breaking the kiss and parting from his arms. She held his hand on the slow walk through the kitchen and living room, picking up her purse on her way to the door. A few more small kisses later, Dorothy thanked him when he held her cardigan up for her to thread her arms through. She lingered in the threshold, stalling only a little to fiddle with her phone apps and request an Uber. Without any other methods to prolong her leave, she gave Will one more kiss goodnight and departed with, “Thanks for dinner. Enjoy the dessert, cowboy.”

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