#International Eat An Apple Day

[floridaboiler]

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL EAT AN APPLE DAY!!! International Eat An Apple Day has its roots in thousands of cultural celebrations around the globe where the apple is honored. There are so many ways to enjoy them, including straight off the tree, sliced and dipped in peanut butter, caramel, or dusted with cinnamon. Of course the best way in our opinion is to consume them as part of that delicious treat, the apple pie.

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[murderousink23]

09/21/2024 is World Cleanup Day 🌎, Oktoberfest 🇩🇪, International Red Panda Day 🌎, National Pecan Cookie Day 🇺🇸, World Alzheimer's Day 🇺🇸, National Dance Day 💃 🇺🇸, Big Whopper Liar Day 🇺🇸, Boys' and Girls' Club Day for Kids 🇺🇸, International Coastal Cleanup Day 🇺🇸, International Eat An Apple Day 🍎 🇺🇸, Puppy Mill Awareness Day 🇺🇸, Responsible Dog Ownership Day 🇺🇸, Innergize Day 🇺🇸, Telegraph Pole Appreciation Day 🇬🇧, International Day of Peace 🇺🇳

[gpstudios]

Title: International Eat an Apple Day: A Celebration of Nature’s Perfect Snack

Celebrate International Eat an Apple Day on September 21 by enjoying a delicious apple! Discover its health benefits, try new recipes, and share the joy of this versatile fruit with friends and family.

Introduction International Eat an Apple Day, celebrated on September 21, is a delightful occasion to enjoy one of nature’s healthiest and most versatile fruits. Apples, with their crisp texture and sweet flavor, offer numerous health benefits and a range of culinary possibilities. Join in the celebration by savoring an apple, exploring new recipes, and appreciating the simple joys of this…

[ladymalchav]

Happy International Eat An Apple Day!

you can only reblog this today: the 21st of September, 2024

EAT! AN! APPLE!

[rabbitcruiser]

International Eat An Apple Day

Keep those pesky doctors at bay—at least for a day. Try a new apple-based recipe, slice one up to eat with peanut butter or honey, or just bite into a crisp apple.

Get ready for a crunch! International Eat An Apple Day invites everyone to enjoy the crisp, delicious taste of apples in all their varieties. From the tartness of Granny Smith to the sweet crunch of Honeycrisp, there’s an apple out there for every palate​​.

Why do we celebrate this day, you ask? Apples are not just tasty; they’re packed with benefits. Eating an apple can boost your health in numerous ways.

They’re rich in fiber, vitamins, and antioxidants, making them a smart snack choice. These nutrients can help protect against diseases, support heart health, and even manage weight. Plus, they’re part of a green diet, eco-friendly when choosing local varieties​​​​.

How can you join in the fun? Easy! Grab an apple and enjoy its natural goodness. Or, get creative in the kitchen with apple pies, ciders, or even caramelized apples.

Don’t forget to share the love. Encourage friends and family to indulge in this healthy habit, spreading the word about the day’s significance and all the tasty possibilities apples offer​​​​.

This day is more than just a reason to snack; it’s a global celebration of a fruit that has been adored for centuries.

With thousands of varieties to choose from and countless ways to enjoy them, International Eat An Apple Day is truly a festive highlight of September. So, mark your calendars and get ready to bite into the celebrations!

History of International Eat An Apple Day

International Eat An Apple Day has roots that reach deep into history, touching on the apple’s journey across continents and cultures.

Apples, originally from Central Asia, near the Tien Shan mountains, have traveled far and wide. Traders along the Silk Road introduced them to Europe, and European colonists later brought them to America.

The apple has been featured in numerous stories and myths globally, from the Arabian Nights to Greek mythology, showcasing its importance across different cultures​​.

The day is celebrated on the third Saturday of September each year. This timing is perfect as it coincides with the apple harvest in many parts of the world. The celebration encourages people to enjoy apples in any form, from a raw, crunchy bite to a piece of warm, inviting apple pie​​​​.

The reasons for celebrating International Eat An Apple Day are as varied and rich as the history of apples themselves.

Apples are incredibly versatile fruits that can be enjoyed in numerous ways, from baking into pies and crumbles to adding a sweet crunch to salads. Beyond their delicious taste, apples offer numerous health benefits. They are packed with fiber, vitamins, and antioxidants, making them a great choice for a healthy snack​​​​.

No matter how you choose to celebrate International Eat An Apple Day, the essence of the day is to appreciate the humble apple in all its forms and to explore the various ways it can be enjoyed.

Whether you pick one straight from a tree, bake it into a dessert, or experiment with it in new recipes, the day is a fun opportunity to celebrate one of the world’s most beloved fruits​​.

How to Celebrate International Eat An Apple Day

Celebrating International Eat An Apple Day can be a delightful experience that brings a fresh crunch to your day. Here are some fun suggestions that weave together creativity, health, and joy:

Host a blindfolded apple-tasting party. Invite friends over and have them guess the variety of apples they’re tasting. This game tickles the taste buds and expands your apple knowledge.

Whip up some apple-based dishes. The possibilities are endless, From traditional apple pie to savory apple-infused pork chops. Let the apple be the star of your meals throughout the day.

Embark on a DIY apple crafts afternoon. Whether making apple-print tote bags or carving apple candles, get creative with apples as your muse.

Take a trip to the nearest apple orchard. Spend your day picking apples straight from the tree. It’s a fantastic way to connect with nature and enjoy the freshest apples around.

Share the love and health benefits by gifting apples to neighbors, friends, or coworkers. Attach a note about the importance of this day and encourage them to join in the celebration.

Experiment with apple photography. Capture the beauty of apples through your lens, whether it’s still life shots of various apple varieties or fun, themed apple photoshoots.

Finally, wind down your evening with an apple-themed movie night. Choose films that feature apples or are set in orchards. Pair with homemade apple snacks for a cozy night in.

Each of these activities brings its unique twist to celebrating International Eat An Apple Day, ensuring you have a fun, memorable day centered around one of the world’s most beloved fruits.

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[lazysoulwriter]

valentine's day special - drew starkey. ♡

You woke up to the smell of coffee and something sweet in the air. Your body stirred against the soft sheets, and before your eyes even opened, you knew—something was different this morning.

Then, you heard it. A quiet shuffle. The sound of a deep breath, like someone was mentally preparing for something.

Your eyes fluttered open just in time to see Drew standing in the doorway, balancing a tray in his hands, looking like he was experiencing a full-blown internal crisis. His brows were furrowed, bottom lip caught between his teeth, as if he was terrified you might hate whatever he was about to present.

"Okay, okay," he muttered to himself. "You got this. Just—"

Then he looked up, realizing you were very much awake and watching him.

"Oh, shit."

A laugh bubbled up from your chest. "Good morning to you too, Valentine."

Drew let out a breath, moving carefully toward the bed. "Alright, don’t laugh," he warned, setting the tray in front of you. "I actually tried."

Your heart melted instantly.

On the tray sat a full breakfast—pancakes, scrambled eggs, toast. And then, the pièce de résistance: a small bowl of fruit, each piece carefully cut into the shape of a heart. Strawberries, bananas, even tiny apple slices. It was ridiculous. It was adorable.

It was so Drew.

"You—" You bit your lip, eyes flicking from the tray to his face, which was already turning red. "Did you cut the fruit like this?"

Drew groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. "Yes. And before you say anything, do you have any idea how hard it is to cut a damn banana into a heart?"

You burst into laughter, grabbing a strawberry heart and holding it up. "This is actually so cute. Who knew you were such a hopeless romantic?"

He scoffed, flopping onto the bed next to you. "I am not. I just… I wanted to do something nice for our first Valentine’s Day." His voice was quieter now, more sincere. His fingers toyed with the edge of the blanket, and when he looked up at you, there was something so earnest in his expression that your chest ached.

"You’re perfect," you murmured, setting the tray aside so you could lean in, cupping his face in your hands. "Thank you for this."

His lips twitched, like he wanted to make a joke but was too flustered to do it. Instead, he just kissed you, slow and warm, like he was soaking in the moment.

When you finally pulled back, you grinned. "But seriously, how long did it take you to do this?"

Drew groaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder. "Too long. Just eat the damn fruit before I start questioning my life choices."

You laughed, popping a heart-shaped banana into your mouth. Best Valentine’s Day ever.

[honeytonedhottie]

taking control of ur wellness (tips and tricks to be ur healthiest most vibrant you)⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✍🏽🌸

you must treat ur body like the temple that it is. love every inch of urself and out of love for urself, take good care of it. in this post we'll explore how to take control of ur wellness and overall take better care of urself from the inside out…💬🎀

THE MAINTENANCE ;

maintaining ur health by taking supplements is something that i do and its made a big difference in my health. because im taking my vitamins and supplements i feel a lot better and i dont get sick often at all.

♡ invest in a cute vitamin box to inspire u to take ur vitamins

i take a daily multivitamin in the morning and at night i take magnesium + D3 because its helped me fix my sleep schedule and just have better quality of sleep. plus its a better alternative to melatonin ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅✍🏽

DISCLAIMER : its crucial for u to do ur own research when it comes to ur health so make sure that u do that before applying anything that u learn on the internet for ur own safety!…💬🎀

♡ chia seed water every morning

make sure that ur not consuming more than 1-2 tbsp of chia seeds a day but i put 2 tablespoons of chia seeds in my water every morning cuz its an amazing source of fiber, and they're rich in omega-3 fatty acids and other vitamins and minerals.

♡ if im experiencing inflammation i'll take some warm water, turmeric and some lemon

♡ chlorophyll water (bonus points if u add a lemon wedge)

chlorophyll is an internal deodorizer! it helps to detoxify the body by binding to and eliminating toxins, heavy metals, and harmful substances. it also helps with skin concerns like acne 💕

♡ dry brushing

dry brushing is something else that i do that has an impact on my health. dry brushing unclogs pores in the exfoliation process. it also helps detoxify your skin by increasing blood circulation and promoting lymph flow/drainage. so not only am i exfoliating for softer more princessy skin, im also promoting my lymph flow and increasing my blood circulation.

THE IMPORTANCE OF HYDRATION ;

i know everyone always talks about how important it is to drink water and its lowkey overdone but its TRUE. water is so SO important. if u have difficulty drinking enough water invest in a cute water bottle with a straw. i say with a straw cuz i feel like personally, im more inclined to drink water if its out of a straw.

YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT ;

when ur eating, try focusing on how the food ur eating is making you feel. everyones body responds differently to different foods so by noticing how u feel after eating something, you can have a better idea of what u should continue eating and what u should steer clear of. with that being said, lets get into this section. 🗒️

something else that i wanted to yap about in this section is that there is a difference between restricting urself and self control. eating shouldn't be bringing u anxiety and ur allowed to let urself live. so eat to feel satiated and happy, dont eat to the point where you feel sick and like u can barely move.

something that has helped me be more conscious of what im choosing to fuel my body with is the 80-20 rule. choose the healthier option 80% of the time and the 20% of the time eat yummy pastries and cakes 💕

if ur someone who has difficulty eating vegetables, try cooking them in a different way and seasoning them adequately to make them yummy, masking them in different dishes. OR if that doesnt work for u get ur veggies in smoothies. cuz u gotta get in some fruits and vegetables.

im someone who loves to have a fun drink in the mornings and during the day so i've been super obsessed with making my own smoothies. my smoothie formula is super simple and it has never failed me.

(1-2 fruits + collagen powder/protein powder + almond milk + a bit of honey/maple syrup + ice)…💬🎀

some more wellness drinks and juicing recipes →

♡ apple + lemon + kale + honey + water

♡ grapefruit + lemon + kale + water

ALL ABOUT PROBIOTICS ;

probiotics are the good bacteria that live in your gut, working hard to keep your digestive system balanced and healthy. SO if you’re dealing with bloating, fatigue, or even skin issues, it might be time to show your gut some love.

♡ kimchi

♡ greek yogurt

♡ kefir

♡ pickles

♡ kombucha

MOVING YOUR BODY ;

moving ur body is also super duper important, not only for ur physical well being but also for ur mental wellbeing so make sure that ur getting physical activity every single day.

whether thats going to the gym, stretching, playing a sport, going on walks, dancing etc. there are literally SO many ways that u can move ur body and enjoy urself ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ some things that i like to do to stay active are →

♡ dancing ♡ stretching ♡ jump-roping (my favorite) ♡ walking

the trick to this is using the stair master machine OR if u dont have one in ur gym, u can just go on the treadmill at an incline for like 30 minutes or however long u can, and putting ur hands up to ur head and keeping ur posture straight. aim for at least a 5-10% incline, but you can go higher depending on your fitness level…💬🎀

or ofc u can go on walks with ur pet or ✨hot girl walks✨ and walk while listening to a podcast, literally whatever u prefer.

♡ pilates/workouts that i can follow along with on youtube

a fun way to keep track of the workouts that u consistently do is to make a workout book like i did. that way i can have everything at my fingertips right when i need it 💕🗒️

[inkdrinkerworld]

Hiii i just saw your post prision Spencer post with sunshine reader and im soooo in love with it (and in love with him too tbh) could you please do a pt2? Have a nice day💕

spencer and sunshine!reader have set routines on office days and spencer likes flirting pt 1 of their story 🤭

“Spencer Reid, prepare to have your mind blown!” You announce as you walk into the bullpen, your Mary Janes clacking against the tiles. You’re in a skirt today, Spencer supposes it’s because it’s a designated office day- there’s only three a month, but every time there is one, you come in an outfit Spencer would never even dream of. 

Today you’re channelling your inner Elle Woods. He knows about her from Resse Witherspoon, but also from your innate love of the film and the fact that you forced him to watch it on the jet once. 

You’re wearing a pretty black skirt, a grey top and a baby pink blazer that matches the pink socks you’re wearing and your eyeshadow that he just about makes out behind your glasses. 

“With what?” He’s on his way back from the kitchen, your prized orca mug in one hand and his mug in the other.

This is your new routine; you and Spencer have coffee in the morning while you both work through your crosswords and then get started on filing away reports for the many serial killers you’ve either interviewed with Tara or put away with the team. It’s fun, and it’s always something to look forward to, especially on designated office days. 

These specific mornings, you have time for a game you’ve fondly named, ‘Making Spencer Try International Desserts.’

Spencer can smell your perfume, you smell like you always do- orange blossom, coffee and lavender. It’s intoxicating, the way the scent just floats into him with every move you make. 

“The season calls for it, so  I got pavlova. It’s a New Zealand dessert and I got it with raspberries, strawberries and a passion fruit syrup situation to go on top.” 

Spencer knows the informational side to everything in the world but he’s never tried some of it out, as you’d learnt on a night out for drinks, so you’d started the game as a way to help him get real world knowledge of fun things- the operative word being up for debate but he hadn’t objected yet. 

He clears his desk, making space for the two little boxes you have in your hand. “They’re a little sweet for breakfast, but you only live once.” You open up the boxes and Spencer is shocked to see the mini pavlovas and the fruit sitting beside it in a clear container. 

“Do you like these?” He asks, handing over your coffee to you and pulling his box towards him. 

“I do, but they’re more of a picnic food to share in my opinion. Like you need to be having a bar-b-que or a garden party to have the full effect of these.” Spencer isn’t surprised by your enthusiasm for the dessert- your little stories about every one you’ve shared with him is enthusiastic for how and when to eat them. 

You sneak into the kitchen and return with two spoons. “Okay, try to get a bit of everything on your spoon.” 

Spencer does as you say, a bit of the berries, the passion fruit and the shell of the pavlova on his spoon as he takes his first bite. You sit in anticipation, watching him chew and swallow like it’s the most fascinating thing a person could do. 

You try not to focus on the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows or the way his tongue pokes out to lick away some of the meringue at the corner of his mouth. Spencer catches the way your eyes widen at the action and suppresses a smile. 

“What do you think?” You busy yourself with setting up your own perfect bite, willing your body not to give away any of your fluster at being caught looking at him. 

“It was really nice, I like the different textures.” Spencer compliments, watching you take your own bite and letting himself smile when some of the passion fruit syrup and meringue stain your bottom lip. 

Without really thinking, his thumb comes to your face, wiping away the stain easily. Your breath hitches and Spencer feels it, his smile widening even more. There’s a moment where you both just stare at each other, your breathing filling the silence- you’re fighting the urge to lean in and kiss Spencer and he’s fighting the urge to lick his thumb. 

“You only pretend to be this coy man, don’t you Doctor Reid?” you ask finally, leaning back in the chair you’re in and crossing your legs. Spencer’s sure his brain short circuits for a moment, your thighs have been a source of his torture for months now, especially when you wear skirts and dresses. 

“You know you only call me ‘Doctor Reid’ when you’re flustered?” he tries changing the subject, leaning forward a bit to get a little closer to you. 

“You have a knack for topic evasion, Spencer.” he laughs, a soft, sweet sound and he shakes his head. 

“I have a knack for you,” you can feel your heart pounding in your ears, more so when Spencer’s fingers wrap around the arm of your chair and pull you closer to his desk. “Where’s your crossword?”

[floridaboiler]

[murderousink23]

09/16/2023 is National Guacamole Day 🌎, World Cleanup Day 🌎, Oktoberfest 🍻🇩🇪, International Red Panda Day 🌎, Rosh Hashanah ✡🌎, Anne Bradstreet Day 🇺🇲, Mayflower Day 🇺🇲, National Cinnamon Raisin Bread Day 🇺🇲, World Play-Doh Day 🇺🇲, National Step Family Day 🇺🇲, Trail of Tears Commemmoration Day 🇺🇲, National Dance Day 💃🇺🇲, Big Whopper Liar Day 🇺🇲, Boys' and Girls' Club Day for Kids 🇺🇲, International Coastal Cleanup Day 🇺🇲, International Eat an Apple Day 🍎🇺🇲, Puppy Mill Awareness Day 🇺🇲, Responsible Dog Ownership Day 🇺🇲, International Day for the Preservation of the Ozone Layer 🇺🇳

[castiwls]

sparks fly - d.w

Paring; dean x reader

Prompt; 'Meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk take away the pain'

Requested; anon

Notes; forever a speak now girly. also requests are open again!

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

“Stop that.” Dean ignores your warning, continuing to grab chips off your plate. “Dean!” You admonish pushing his hand away. He simply grins reaching over to grab another chip before holding it in between you both.

You reach over to snatch it back but he’s quicker, before your hand as much grazes the chip he is happily eating. “Did you even chew that?” You watch with a slight grimace. Dean just shrugs reaching for his drink. “M’hungry.”

“You're always hungry.”

“Damn right.”

A sigh leaves your lips as you stare at him for a moment, an unimpressed look on your face. “You’re a child. A fully grown child.”

He puts the drink down. “So you think I'm cute?” 

You falter. “I never said that.”

Dean grins nudging your shoulder. “You said I'm a child-” He grabs another chip, dodging your hand. “You always fawn over children. You think they're adorable.” He pauses for a moment to swallow. “So you think I'm cute.” 

“That logic…is insanely flawed.” You reach for your own drink. Dean shakes his head. “Holding your cards close to your chest I see. I’ll get you to admit you think I'm cute one day.”

You nodded. “Oh, I'm sure you will.” Your tone was dripping with sarcasm as he reached over again. You were ready this time and quickly slapped your hand over his halting his movements.

He made a small noise of shock. Keeping his hand trapped over yours you leaned slightly closer over the table. “Keep your hands to yourself.” 

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he held your eye contact. You half expected him to make some snarky comment yet he simply continued to stare at you - almost dumbfounded.

He cleared his throat as you sat back, a small smile playing on your lips as you released his hand. 

He continued to stare as you took a chip for yourself. Internally you were freaking out slightly. The way he’d looked at you…you’d never seen that look before. It left heat bubbling in your stomach as you watched him.

He swallowed again shifting slightly in his seat before seeming to snap back to reality. “Well. Didn’t know you had it in you sweetheart, I’m impressed.” He settled back into the booth, pursing his lips. 

You had him wrapped in your finger whether you knew that or not. He’d been smitten since the moment he’d first been introduced to you. Your own feelings were slightly more…complicated. Sure he was nice to look at and had quickly become someone you could rely on but he was only a friend.

A hand swiping across the table pulled you from your thoughts. “Dean!” 

He grinned. 

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“You find anything.” A hand slowly rubbed up and down your leg as you lay on the bed. “No.” You turned your head back smiling at him. Dean lounged happily behind you, his hand moving mindlessly as he thumbed the book in his lap.

He hummed before placing the book down. “C’mon. You’ve been at this all day.” He squeezed your ankle. “You're gonna go cross-eyed if you stare at that screen any longer.” He teased.

You sighed closing the laptop. “I guess you're right.” He nodded before pulling slightly on your ankle. Taking the hint you move around to sit beside him. “You wanna get food?” He asks continuing to trail his hand up your leg soothingly.

“You always wanna get food.”

“I’m a growing boy. I need food sweetheart.”

You frowned. “Your 30 almost.”

He makes a small ‘ah ah’ sound. “You never stop growing.” He grinned down at you bumping his shoulder against yours. “Maybe I also just want an excuse to stare at you for a while.”

A small flush formed on your cheeks at his words. You shoved his arm. “Stop.” 

He shook his head. “You’re cute when you're all flustered.” He couldn't help the laugh which left him as you pouted slightly at his words. He was completely and utterly down bad. He’d long since come to terms with the fact that you made him feel things he’d never experienced.

Part of him thought he’d never experience true love until you’d waltzed into it. He was truly and utterly in love and had absolutely no idea if you felt the same. 

You really did keep your cards to your chest. 

“We can get food.” You said after a moment. He grinned triumphantly squeezing your thigh. “My pick?” 

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. “You can pay as well.” He scoffed. “You're a freeloader, You know that right?”

You gasped in offense reaching over to smack his arm but he was quicker. His hand wrapped around your wrist pausing your movements before leaning closer. “You really have a thing for hitting you know that?”

Your breath caught for a moment as you subconsciously registered just how close he suddenly was. If you looked close enough you could almost make out the details of his eyes, how the colour seemed to lighten towards the middle.

Swallowing you felt him squeeze your wrist. “Considering your track record I'm surprised you're not into it.” Your voice was slightly strained as you tried to hide just how flustered he managed to make you.

Dean grinned, his eyes sparkling slightly as he noticed the wavier in your voice. “Well, usually it comes with some sort of reward…you just do it to be cruel.”

You almost choked at his words. What the fuck was happening.

“Hmm.”

Dean grinned leaning slightly closer. “Maybe it’s you who gets off on this.”

A scoff. “You wish. Maybe I just like seeing you be knocked down a few pegs.”

He nodded, his hand still holding your wrist. His eyes searched your face for a moment before pulling back and dropping your wrist. 

He swung his legs off the bed, brushing off his jeans as he stood. “I’ll meet you in the car, yeah.” He said as if everything was normal. As if he hadn’t just left you reevaluating your whole life. “Yeah.” You nodded. “I’ll meet you in the car.” 

You watched him go taking a breath. The fluttering in your stomach seemed to subside after a moment as you stood grabbing your jacket.

What the fuck.

Sure you and Dean were close but that…that was something else. His touch alone had sent sparks tingling down your arm - the sensation was still there.

Taking another breath you gripped the door handle. 

You weren’t in love with Dean Winchester you were sure….weren’t you?

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“Do we really have to go out in that?” 

The rain pelted heavily on the car as you both sat quietly. You’d been sat for almost ten minutes and the shower only seemed to get worse. “I don’t think we have much of a choice,” Dean mumbled. “If we run we could make it.” He turned to you. “The rooms on the first floor.”

You looked back out the windshield squinting slightly through the raindrops. “I guess.” You sigh slightly watching the rain fall for a moment. The hunt had been bad. You’d managed to catch the vampire but three people had still lost their lives all because you both looked in the wrong place.

But you’d been so sure that the vampire had been at the club, everything pointed to the club being its hunting ground yet-

“Stop that.” Dean’s voice cuts through the wall in your mind. “Those people dying isn't your fault. We still managed to get the vamp and that's gonna save a whole lotta people.” His hand patted your arm as he looked back to the hotel.

“You’ll feel better after you sleep.”

You hum quietly before nodding. “Yeah…yeah you're probably right.” 

Dean smiles before opening his door and stepping out. The rain soaks through his clothes almost immediately as he comes round your side. “C’mon.” He pulls you out a small gasp if surprise leaving you as the cold rain hits your skin.

It feels good - almost as if it washes away the pain you’d been feeling ever since you’d left the vamps leir. The rain quickly soaked through your clothes, causing the denim to stick slightly uncomfortably to your legs.

“It’s not your fault.” He reached over tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before moving to cup your cheek. “Don’t beat yourself up over this.” His thumb swiped gently across your cheek. 

“I know.” It's barely a whisper, the rain only seems to pick up. It bounced off the concrete hitting off your shoes as you watched him. “Thanks.” You smiled. “We should probably go in” 

He nodded using his free hand to push back his hair from his face. “Yea…” His eyes met yours for a minute, he blinked as a raindrop hit off his eye causing you to laugh quietly. Reaching up you used your thumb to brush it away. 

“I think I know a way to make you feel better.”

“You do?” 

He nodded with a soft hum. “I do.” His voice was quiet as he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. 

It was different than you’d imagined, softer.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He laughed pulling back. You couldn't help the smile which seemed to grow on your face at his words. “Mhm.” 

You pressed your lips back to his for a moment before pulling back. “We really should probably go inside.” 

Dean pursed his lips. “Hmm. Just…give me one more second.” He tightened his grip on your hip before catching your lips yet again. 

Your own hand tugged gently at the hair on the nape of his neck as he pressed forward deepening the kiss. “Okay.” You pulled back slightly. “I really don’t wanna get sick.” 

“Plus. The room has a bed.”

[giuliettagaltieri]

Go for it, Charles!

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Chapter Synopsis: Making up over hot meals.

Warning: None

Word Count: 2711

Chapter: 5

Most mornings at home back in Monaco, Charles usually wakes up to Leo licking his face with his cute little barks.  It never fails to set his mood right for the day.  But right now, he is reminded that he is in your apartment when he feels a furball cuddling to his chest, Lily’s fur tickling his face.

Charles smiles, she warmed up to him finally.

He rubs her forehead with a finger and Lily opens her eyes briefly before closing them again.  “Found a new bed to sleep in?”  Charles chuckles before yawning.  He carefully holds her and sets her beside him when he sits up.  “Where’s your mama?”

Lily ignores him and continues to stay curled up, taking her nap.  Charles checks his watch and figures you might be at work already.  He sighs at the thought of last night.

He really messed up yesterday.  If he is back home, it would be easier to make up with you.  He could just buy you a gift or take you out to a nice restaurant.  Charles leans back on the sofa, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

You were being so kind to him, how could he act in such an ungrateful way?  Meal prepping is not that bad, he was just dramatic about it yesterday.  Besides you only make it for three days and like you said, you don’t just make one dish.

“I was so rude.”  He groans, facepalming.

Charles gets up and stretches, he decides to head to your kitchen first for a glass of water.  As he gulps it down his parched throat, his eyes catch a kraft sticky note plastered on the refrigerator.  He walks over and squints his eyes at your neat handwriting.

There’s food in the fridge.  Feel free to eat anything you want.

Be back later in the evening.

Well that’s a good sign right?  You leaving notes for him?  Does that mean you’re no longer mad?

But then again you are a very nice person.  Despite being crossed with him, it seems very much like you to reassure him that he can take whatever he wants from the fridge.  Charles takes the sticky note and folds it with a smile, debating whether to throw it or keep it.  With much reluctance, he throws it but a smile is on his face as he opens the fridge.

Avocado toast perhaps?  They’re quick enough to make and he can’t mess them up.  He just had yogurt and an apple last night so he was craving calories.

Charles also helps himself to a cup of coffee.  His brows raise in silent appreciation for your taste in coffee.

After having his breakfast, Charles made sure to clean up, just eliminating anything that would piss you off.

There really wasn’t much to do now that you went away for work.  He can’t really expect you to put everything down to accommodate him.  You’re already doing so much for him.  So Charles decides to entertain himself.

He debated on watching movies on your tv but he doesn’t feel like sitting down for the entire day.  He went around your apartment, looking at every book you have in your bookshelf, having a loose grasp on your taste in literature.  He admires himself in the mirror in your dining room.  He also visited your office, arms crossed as he looked at your products.  Charles got one scrunchie and stretched it around his fingers before his attention moved on to a different item.  There’s a bunch of stickers too.  Did you make these?

Charles looked at every sticker sheet you have and even wanted some for himself but where would he stick them?  On your walls?  He chuckles at his own silly internal narratives before moving on to your packing area.  You are very organized, he notices.

Something soft rubs on his leg and he looks down to see Lily staring up at him before meowing loudly.

“Hi.”  He says with his voice slightly becoming high pitched and picks her up.  “Are you even allowed in here?”

Charles carries her outside and closes the door behind him.  “What do you want?  Snacks?”  Charles sets her down on the floor and heads to the kitchen where he last saw you get her food.  “You’re a big cat already so I don’t think it is good for you to be eating three times a day.”  But he does give her a bit of dry cat food. 

Charles sits crossed legged and watches Lily eat.  “Listen, since I gave you what you wanted, you got to help me out too.”  He runs his hand on Lily’s back.  “You need to help me with your mama.”

He’s being ridiculous, asking help from a cat and sitting on your kitchen floor like some helpless man.  Well, in some sense, he is a helpless man.

Lily was licking her paws now.

“You see, I made her very upset yesterday.  I didn't do it intentionally of course.”  Charles added the last sentence like he is afraid of being judged by a cat.  Lily does have a gaze that constantly makes you feel judged.

“And I don’t know what to do now.”  He raises both hands in the air in surrender.  “I liked being able to laugh with her.”  Lily immediately leaves after grooming herself, making Charles frown.  “Oh come on now, I was talking to you.”

He gets up with a groan and follows Lily.  Charles doesn’t say anything until she enters the cat door to the laundry room.  He didn’t notice that.  “What are you doing here?”  He sees Lily walking over to a plant you have before circling it and disappearing behind it.  “Wha-  Lily?”  Charles turns the pot, overestimating its weight, using too much strength that he fell on his butt and jostling Lily inside who meows sharply.  Oh is this her litter box?

Charles holds his laughter.  He really wishes you don’t have cameras around the house.  It’s barely even lunch time but he has made quite a few questionable actions already.

This is really clever.  He hopes he can get Leo to do the same.  The little devil used to pee everywhere.  Ah, Leo.  If there was one thing that Charles regretted about this entire situation, it was leaving Leo behind.  He’s sure that his team or his mom would take care of him but to be abandoned by his dad like that.  Charles shakes his head, not wanting to dwell in things he cannot control right now.

To pass time, Charles decided on exercising in your living room.  He plans to stay in shape despite this total change of routine.  Lily was very interested in what he’s doing though, he had to pry her off him to finish his sit ups multiple times.

When it’s finally night time, Charles was feeling a bit unnerved.  You’ll be back soon.  You just said evening in your note, you didn’t specify what time.  Why didn’t you specify what time?  At least he could have prepared better!

He’s sitting on the couch, elbows resting on his thighs with his foot tapping nonstop for a while now.  He looks up when he hears cars passing by but goes back to staring at your floor after not recognizing the engine sound.

Give or take half an hour later, which felt longer for him than it actually was, he hears the familiar sound of your car and at the last minute he stands up and heads to your kitchen, deciding that it’s a good time to have a glass of water.  That way it won’t look like he’s waiting for you, right?

He watches the glass slowly get filled up as he hears the front door open.  Charles sips slowly as he hears your footsteps and when he looks up, there you are, in your scrub suit, carrying a rather large bag, looking all tired and sleepy.

“Hi.”  You say.

Charles wipes his mouth and sets the glass down on the counter, he didn’t miss how your eyes flit to the glass.  “Hi.  How was work?”  He asks, trying to sound excited.  He’s glad you started the conversation, making it easier for him to communicate.

“Shit.  Some kid dislocated an arm after falling off the monkey bars in the playpark.  It looked super gnarly.”  You say as you disappear off to your bedroom.  He quickly washes the glass as you continue talking.  “This guy who had kidney stones just can’t decide whether to be treated or not and the stone went and traveled up his penis.”

Charles grimaces as he stands outside your room now, watching you organize your bag before disappearing to your walk in closet.

“And that’s only the minor surgeries.  We had not one but two thyroidectomies today.”  You start rambling as you pass him and head to the bathroom.  “Ugh people should learn to eat seafood in moderation.”  And you shut the door in his face.

Well…that was a good start…right?

He walks around your living room in slow circles, his arms crossed.  Lily was looking at him boredly.  When the bathroom door opens, you’re in more comfortable clothing, looking refreshed from your day at work.

Charles watches you dump your scrubs in the hamper in the laundry room and you stay still for the first time since you came home. 

“What do you want to have for dinner?”

You aren’t even being rude, simply just…asking.

“There is no need.”  Charles says quickly, starting to feel bad again.  “I mean, you’re already tired.”

“Well I need dinner too so I have to cook.”  You smile at him and his lips press to a line.

“I’ll help you.”  He offers and you nod.

You head back to your room to grab your lunchbox and tumbler.  “If you still feel bad about yesterday, don’t worry about it, I was just PMSing.”

“What is that?”  He asks, genuinely clueless.  “I can wash those.”  Charles gestures to your lunchbox.

“Thanks.”  You say as you place your stuff near the sink and he immediately starts washing them.  “It’s mood and hormonal changes before starting my period.”

So that was like a free trial?  He sucks in a breath through grimaced teeth, not even wanting to think about how you’d be with your period in. 

“I’m making pasta.”  You hum as you start pulling ingredients from the fridge.  You pull out a rather huge saucepan and Charle’s eyes widen a fraction.  “I’ll make enough for four servings if you’re okay with refrigerated food now.”  He knows you’re just teasing but he tongues his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah.  No problem.”  He answers quickly, not wanting to bite at your playful provocation.  Besides, he is busy looking at the ingredients placed on the table.  There’s too much of it?  He doesn’t think some of them would go well with pasta.  A loud sizzle makes him look up to see you cooking ground beef.  “What’s with all of the other ingredients?”

You smile at him as you fetch a colander to wash the ingredients left on the table.  “I will be showing you the beauty of meal prepping.”  You pull out two chopping boards from your cupboard and fetch two knives with a single hand.  How women could manage to hold so much in their hands, he would never understand.

“You slice the potatoes in half so they’d cook faster.  While I cut up the other veggies and season the chicken.”  You say as you bend to check something in the oven.  He would be lying if he'd say his eyes didn’t wander.

It was a bit overwhelming at first what you’re doing, with so much stuff going on but you don’t look bothered at all.  Just as you started focusing on the pasta, he finished with the potatoes, you were quicker than him of course, already managed to add spices on chicken breasts and lay them out perfectly on a baking sheet along with the perfectly cut vegetables.

The entire apartment smelled divine by the time you put in the chicken and vegetables in the oven.  He stands right next to you, watching you stir the pasta shells in the sauce, the garlic and cheese making his mouth water.

Yup that looks like something he’d like to have again tomorrow.

“Can you fill those two glass containers with pasta?”  You look up to him with your big pleading eyes and he stares longer than he should before nodding dumbly.  “I need to make overnight oats.  Do you want some?”

“Yeah.”  Charles nods while doing as you asked.  By the time you’re both done, there’s only the roasted chicken and potatoes.

“Let’s eat?”  You say excitedly as you put the pasta on two plates, your serving very generous.  Charles initiates grabbing forks for the both of you.  You let him have the first bite and smile really proudly when he closes his eyes and groans.

He spews a lot of words in French and you laugh lightly.

“Is it good?”

“Is it good?  Yes, it’s good!”  He scoops another forkful to his mouth.  Exhaling an airy parseltongue when the sauce inside the pasta shells burns his tongue.

“Careful now.”  You say while pushing the glass of water to him but he shakes his head and continues eating.  “I’m glad you like it.”

It’s probably because it’s been a while since he had a real meal but you do enjoy his reaction to your cooking.  You eat your own serving.  Getting up halfway to put the roasted chicken and potatoes along with other vegetables in four glass containers.

“Pick out whatever you want for lunch and dinner tomorrow.”  You tell him as you get back to the table with a bottle of white wine along with a pair of long stemmed glasses.

“Yes of course, thank you.”  Charles nods gratefully, chewing quietly and just stares at you having your pasta.  Your eyes are a bit droopy already.  “I’m so sorry I had to make you cook on a work day.”

You open the bottle and you pour him and yourself a glass of wine.  “It’s okay, really.  I had fun, besides, I got to sit most of the time because you helped.”  He was feeling really proud of that.  You offer him his glass and you both raise your glasses before taking a sip.

“I can help more.”  He tells you.  “I can do the dishes.”

“Oh you’re Godsent, Charles.”  You tell him.  You’re not about to pass up this opportunity.  You hate doing the dishes.  “I’ll be packing orders in the meantime.”  You do help in stacking the dishes and pots in a way that is convenient for him to wash though.  You gave him a few instructions where to store the dishes after he dries them.  “You should probably wear this plastic apron.”

Charles accepts it with a confused look on his face.  “Why?”

“You’ll see why.”

You leave him after that to hole up in your office to pack a few orders.  After sealing the current order you are working with, you stretch in your seat.  A knock in the doorway startles you and you see Charles looking at you with a kind smile, with only minimal wet patches on his sweatpants.

“Shouldn’t it be your bedtime?  You have to wake up early tomorrow.”

You yawn immediately as he mentions it.  “You’re right.  I’ll just finish up tomorrow…or on Thursday.”

He walks with you to your room.  “Your customers are fine with that, right?”  He just had to ask, he knows that people are not very patient when it comes to online shopping.

“I have a disclaimer in my website that all my products are shipped in three to five days.”  You tell him as you reach your bedroom.  You stand there, just facing each other.  For a moment you just rock on your feet as your hands twist the doorknob awkwardly.  “Well, goodnight.  Thanks for helping me in the kitchen.”

“No problem.”  He nods at you.  Finding your antics endearing.  “Good night.”

You smile at him one last time before closing the door.  As the door clicks into place, Charles pumps his fist in the air.

This night ended way better than he hoped and he couldn’t be more glad.   

Overdrive

[rabbitcruiser]

International Eat An Apple Day

Keep those pesky doctors at bay—at least for a day. Try a new apple-based recipe, slice one up to eat with peanut butter or honey, or just bite into a crisp apple.

There’s a lot of sayings about apples, but one thing is true no matter where you are. Apples are absolutely delicious, and they’re a healthy addition to anyone’s diet. (Well, unless you’re allergic, but let’s not talk about the corner cases, hmm?). The history of the apple goes back a long way and can be traced all the way back to present-day Turkey, and from there they’ve spread out across the entire world to become one of the most ubiquitous fruits ever.

History of International Eat An Apple Day

International Eat An Apple Day has its roots in thousands of cultural celebrations around the globe where the apple is honored. It’s presence in multiple mythologies shows how important it was, to the Norse the goddess Iðunn gave out apples that granted eternal youth, a story that carried over to the Greeks in one of the 12 Labours of Heracles, where he was sent to pick a golden apple of the Tree of Life in the Garden of Hesperides. An apple was also responsible for the start of the Trojan War, tipped off in a feud over who was the most beautiful.

Apples are delicious and are part of the identity of many countries’ food cultures. Consider the American Apple Pie, so much a part of their identity that is to state something is truly, fundamentally American, people have been known to state “As American As Apple Pie.” Apple dumplings, Apple Custards, Caramel Apples at Halloween, these delicious fruits appear all over the map as part of people’s favorite treats. Ireland was even known to make a Beef Apple Stew that decidedly had its own flavor palette, sweet instead of savory. International Eat An Apple Day encourages you to share in these experiences, and perhaps create some of your own.

How to celebrate International Eat An Apple Day

The best way to celebrate is right there in the name. Eat an apple! And there are so many ways to enjoy them, including straight off the tree, sliced and dipped in peanut butter, caramel, or dusted with cinnamon. Of course, the best way in our opinion is to consume them as part of that delicious treat, the apple pie. Do you want to top it off with the ultimate topping? A hot slice with a scoop of vanilla ice cream can’t be beaten.

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[snailpaste]

Okay guys. Y'all remember the treaty protest in NZ parliament that went viral a few months ago? Well, the right wing weasle-faced asswipe who was pushing for the treaty to be overridden, David Seymour, has recently made massive cuts to the NZ school lunch programme (surprise surprise) to "save taxpayer dollars".

The new supplier putting over 70 local kiwi enterprises out of business is multi-billion dollar UK company Compass Group. Compass Group have been involved in various scandals including UN misconduct, bribing overseas officials, slave labour, negligence to allergies (including in hospitals), multiple cases of food contamination, and a proven international track record of substandard services. They also refuse to have halal or kosher certified meals, probably related to the horse meat scandal they were involved in.

Not only are these new school lunches arriving hours late, small, shallow, and cold, but they're largely unidentifiable and basically inedible.

Like. Look at this shit.

Meatballs (?) mash & gravy

Ibid

Allegedly a cold ball of mac and cheese and chilli

"Plant based meat and tomato sauce"

Chilli and mystery sauce

Fucked if I know, rated "a 2/10"

Chicken teriyaki on rice

Chilli and rice, again. Note (haha) the size.

Size comparison to a snack apple/adult hand. The apple/snacks were supplied entirely by the school.

These meals are not free— students still have to pay, but thanks to Seymour can save a whopping $1! Meals are cold unless the school can somehow heat them all.

Feeding kids was certainly never a waste of money, especially as for some it was the only hot meal they'd get all day. Now it is a waste, because kids aren't eating them (they reportedly taste... like they look), and even for free at the end of the day schools can't shift them.

Because these meals are, frankly put, fucking gross, schools may have to resort to scraping through their already strained individual budgets to source edible food for their kids.

This is disproportionately affecting poorer families and low socioeconomic areas, which are overwhelmingly comprised of Māori & pasifika communities. Obviously access or the lack thereof to food hugely impacts school attendance and achievement, and by extent class mobility, quality of life, opportunities etc. But these are decisions made by old white men, so what do we expect.

Yum.

[sevikasfuckdoll]

Sheriff Grayson 🎀🎀🎀

Okay, I kinda wanna write Grayson fics, would you guys be into that? Okay, I'm just gonna keep writing police mommy

Warning: Slight Smut. Marcus. Can't tell the difference between colleague and coworker. barely proofread

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

You are a Junior officer that just graduated a couple months ago. You work as an enforcer now in Grayson's department, and you try your hardest not to look at her too long, or study her facial features, her body, the way she walks, the way she talks— yeah, you're kind of obsessed. You had a huge crush on her, the first time you guys met. She welcomed you, and her being the sheriff, she was often the one telling you what to do, and she's kind enough to teach you what you don't know. And boy, do you love it.

Every 'Hi' every 'goodmorning' every smile, and wave she sends you, you just feel like you have a mini heart attack right then and there. You try your best not to get your feelings in the way, however, since sheriff grayson was just very professional, and very kind. 'She's 40+ goddammit! Get a hold of yourself' you scream internally.

You kept that crush to yourself, though, not even telling your closest friends, and coworkers about it, when they ask if you have eyes for anyone at the department. Of course, as a professional-unprofessional, you just laugh, and point to a random person, and say "Hmmm, that, right there, they're pretty hot" and move on with your day. You were pretty easy on the eyes too, some of your colleagues, mainly Marcus had a huge crush on you, but you prefer women, but that didn't stop him from trying and hitting on you though. He often asks you for drinks sometimes after your shift was over, which you took upon once in awhile, as long as you had company, but when it's just you two, you decline.

Grayson was the only one you had eyes on anyways. But, you're probably not her type, you being young and unexperienced and all. But you do appreciate her kindness towards you, often, when Marcus hits on you during work hours, she'll scold him, and tell you to just ignore him. Or when you have no clue what to do, she'll just assign you to do something easier. She'd offer to buy you lunch, when you'd overwork yourself too much, and she hears your stomach grumble too much. But you'd shyly decline her offer since you don't want to abuse your sheriff's kindess too much, and you're not really used to someone caring like that, let alone your crush. So you'd just blush, and tell her "Oh, thank you, Sheriff, but I'm fine, really." You say, with a soft smile, while you avoid her gaze to hide your blush.

She chuckles, with her deep voice, you can hear it vibrate to be honest. You can see her adams apple, everytime she talks, and you find that so hot. "Nonsense. I insist, please, let me buy you lunch." When you politely decline again, she stands up and smile at you, "I understand." as she turns to walk away. About half an hour later, you just came back from the restroom, and you find a paper bag on your desk, with a note that writes "I'm sorry for blatantly disobeying your wishes right now, but you truly need something to eat. I asked some of your friends what food you like, so I got you this. 💕–G" and all you could do was cover your cheeks, and feel your face getting hotter and hotter. You try to hide your blush, and your smile, by sitting down quickly, and you try to find her, and you see her looking at you through the glass of her office, while she was talking with someone. She winks at you, and continues to talk, and all you could do was mouth a small 'Thank you' and open your lunch to see your favourite food in it. At this point your face was burning up, and your colleagues ask if you were doing alright, but you quickly answered– "Yep!" They chuckle, and you eat your lunch there, savoring the taste, and you keep looking at the note Grayson wrote you. You put it under your desk, to keep in with you forever.

This went on for awhile, and every time, you offer to pay her back, but she firmly declines. "No, I truly insist. I do this on my own accord, this isn't a debt, it's just my way of showing you kindness" She smiles, and rejects your offer to pay her back with money, and walks away, before you could even come up with an argument. You start giving back, though. You often bake for the whole precinct when you had time, but this time, you made some custom muffins for Grayson that you know she loves. She doesn't like it too sweet, so you just add more fruit, and less sugar, and you sneak it in her office once in awhile with a note that only contains a "❤️ -(your initial)" Each day, your crush on her was growing, and your feelings get stronger and atronger for her. But with that, you know that that's the only place your feelings would go. Secret, and unnoticed. You know she only thinks of you as something platonic anyways, and you try your best to hide your blushes everytime you interact with her. It's just her face, and her neck when she talks, her eyes when she looks at you, that smug smile, and how good she looks in uniform that drives you insane.

One day, you finally arrested the guy on your case for months, and the whole precinct congratulated you. Marcus proposed drinking for the night, and everybody, except Grayson tagged along. "You kids go, I must stay here to finish off my paper work. With my age, do you really think I'm missing out on that much?" She convinces, but you feel a little sad she's not coming with you. But you try not to let it linger on your mind for too long. It was a huge achievement for you, and she did buy you your favourite candied apples for lunch that day, with a note that said "Congratulations! – G" and you kept that note in your wallet for the night.

You, and your colleagues went to the bar, and you drank all night long in celebratory for your first biggest achievement in yet. Your face was now red, and you were getting notably buzzed, and your body was relaxed, the tension gone, and your words slurred a little bit, and you were just over all just carefree. Your coworkers seemed to be a little tipsy too. You were just all laughing together, and Marcus seemed to fall asleep right then and there, he always asked for drinks, yet he can never hold his alcohol well.

You were buying another round when your co worker suddenly asked "So who do you like?" And you paused for a bit, and you just blinked at her. "I already told you that" You chuckle, and she laughs at you "Yeah, but we both know that's bullshit, so who is it?" You sigh, and finally tell them. "Fine, but, keep your mouths shut everyone... It's... Grayson" They all audibly gasped, surprised, and they all hit your shoulder and laughed. "Grayson?! As in Sheriff Grayson?!" You feel your face burn up again, and you try to hide your face, they were laughing. When they finally calmed down, they hit you again, but this time, it's a lot more calmer. "Don't worry, we get it. We'll keep our mouths shut. Just don't tell mister sleepy head right there" She gestures over a drunk Marcus eith his head down, and they laugh at him.

The night goes smoothly, and you all had to go home. They left, and took marcus home, and you called a cab and went home.

The next day, when you went to work, everybody had hangovers. Everyone, but Marcus. He was looking at you with disgust, and you squint at him to make sure you were seeing right. He looked down on you, he spits, and turns away. You are notably confused, and you ask one of your coworkers that you were with last night. "What's up with him?" You ask them, and they looked oddly nervous, and they were choking alot. You're getting kind of angry at this point "Spit it out." They choke, and blink, and just point at him whispering something to Grayson. You didn't get it at first, but you finally realized what he was doing.

You look absolutely mortified, your face full of betrayal, as Grayson just looks at you for awhile. You both just made eye contact, her eyes going wide, when she finally broke it. 'That's it. I'm getting fired.' You look at your coworker, and demand answers. How could they betray you like this, you ask with tears in your eyes. They say sorry, and explain that last night, when you were all drunk, turns out Marcus was still awake. And heard EVERYTHING. At this point you juat wanted to get swallowed by the earth. You felt like shit. She wasn't supposed to know. Everything was going so well. "W-we're sorry, Y/n. We didn't know." They say trying to comfort you, but you just coldly brush them off. You feel like shit. You know it was your fault for telling them in the first place. they weren't supposed to know. And now it was out.

You were quiet the whole day, the whole week even. Grayson has been bringing you anymore lunch, and she wasn't talking or calling you into her office anymore. When you come across her, she just looks the other way. She doesn't smile, or say 'Hi' to you anymore, when you come in for work. Marcus had finally gotten the hint you just weren't into him, and he stopped trying to flirst with you. Often, he'd just point and laugh, at how pathetic you are, and try your best to ignore him as much as you can.

Till a couple weeks later. You were still quiet, and not talking to anyone else by now. You started to work even harder, just constantly overworking yourself now that you can't trust anyone in the precinct. You bury yourself in paperwork. If you're not doing that, you often just guard, and patrol through the city. Anything to keep your mind away from Grayson.

You can't help it, even when she's ignoring you, she's effortlessly intoxicating.

One rainy night, you were working overtime, trying to finish all your paper work at once since, tomorrow was a weekend, you don't want to have anything on your mind, other than relax at home, and get a drink. By the time you finished, you noticed officer Grayson in her office fixing her things, getting ready to leave. You quickly run out, to make sure you don't go home the same time as her, to avoid any awkward situations, so you run to the door.

It was pouring. You didn't have an umbrella. The one time it rains, the only time you didn't bring an umbrella with you. You were just standing right outside the door, to keep yourself from getting wet. You sigh, and sit on a chair, and wait for the rain to stop. You hear sheriff Grayson walk out the door, cursing under her breath, when she saw how strong the rain, and winds are. You tried your best to look away, and you reached to your pocket, and light a cigarette. She just stands there, across from you, and you notice she's looking at you.

You hear her chuckle. You look to the side, to see she's smiling right at you. You shyly smile back, and she softly opens her mouth "You know, smoking is bad for you, my dear" She says, as she crosses arms and shakes her head. You look down, and take a long drag on your cigarette, and blow smoke to the other side. "Yeah, but, these past few weeks have been... Shitty." You confess. You can barely look her in the eye at this point.

She makes her way towards you, and pats your shoulder. "Mind telling me about it? I wanna make sure you're alright, dear. Sorry if I haven't been attentive these past few days. I have been... Busy." She says, but you can hear the slight hesitation in her voice, but still laced with comfort. You just sigh, and look at the floor, as if the floor was telling you something interesting. You laugh, dryly. You try not to cry, but your sniffles can still be heard. She pats your back, and takes your cigarette from you, placing it somewhere, and she crouches down to your level. "Are you okay, dove? Is something wrong?" She puts her rough and calloused hands on your shoulder, as you pathetically cry infront of her. You finally break. "I-I'm sorry Grayson. Everything was fine between us, but I got drunk, and told my c-coworkers I-I liked you, and it was a mistake, I shouldn't have said it, and now you're ignoring me, and I'm sorry for crying, I known it's dumb, I should just—"

She cuts you off with a deep kiss. It takes you a while to completely comprehend what's happening. You put one of your arms on her shoulder, to pull on the back of her hair, as you moan in the kiss. You pull back, and she pulls you back in. She's now putting hickies on your neck. You still can't believe this is real, so you push her away again, just to take a good look at her.

She stops, and she pushes you a little big, surprised by her own actions. "I-I'm sorry, that was unprofessional of me, I shouldn't have done that, I came off too strong, I apologize" She says, and you just blink and look at her. You giggle a bit still nervous about what just happened, and you grip her biceps "No, no, It's okay, I do like you, alot— I'm just— am I dreaming? Is this real? Are we doing this?" You ask her, looking into her beautiful grey eyes, and she smiles at you, and leans in "Yes, dove, this is real." she goes in to kiss you again, and you kiss her back with more passion, and it's slowly turning into a very horny make out session.

Lighting striked, and the two of you jumped. You both giggle, and she kissed your nose, and looks at you. "Sincerely, I am sorry for ignoring you the past few weeks, it was just so hard to believe that you liked me, I guess I got nervous. I do like you too, sweetheart, I just had to find a way to find the courage and do this with you." she admits, witch a small noticable blush on her cheeks, as she looks down at you, "Would you like to go on a date with me, dove?" She asks, her hand reaching for yours, as you stand up. You smile at her. "Yes, I'd love to" You kiss her knuckles.

The rain has gotten much weaker mow, and she takes her bag, to get an umbrella in it. "Do you want me to drive you home, love?" She asks you. You smile at her, as she offers her arm to you, and you gladly take it. You nod to her, and she puts the umbrella over your heads, as she takes you to her car. She opens the door for you like the gentlewoman she is, and kisses you hand as you go in.

She gets into the car, and asks you if you're comfortable. You nod, as you put your seatbelt on, and she drives you home. "Grayson? What did Marcus tell you exactly, when he...?" You look up at her, and ask her. She just chuckles, as she shift geers, (God, just thinking about it makes me—) "Oh, nothing you have to worry about dear. He just told me you liked me. I was in shock of course, and I wanted to talk to you about it. But, I knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to act professional around you, so I tried my best not to..." She explains. You look down, but she looks at you, and smiles to herself. "I'm glad I did now." She says to you. You could hear the smile in her voice. She puts a had on your leg, and rubs it. You touch her hand, and look up at her. "You mean it?" She chuckles, and she stops her car on the red light. She nods. She cups your cheeks, and leans in to give you a peck on the lips. You're now a blushing mess.

When you get to your destination, she parks right outside your house, waiting for you get your stuff. You were about to thank her, when she pulls your wrists, and leans in for another deep kiss. You were surprised at how clingy your Sheriff was, but you kissed her back. You climb on top of her, and slowly grind your hips on her thighs, as she's taking off her uniform. You pull away, only to go to her neck, and give her love bites. She chuckles. "hmm, my dove, I think I'm past the age where love bites look cool on me" You roll your eyes. "You're never to old for a little love, Gray" You tease, and she pulls you back into the kiss.

You guys make out for a while when you pull back and look at her. "Do you... Want to come in?" You ask her, with a cheeky smile. Your hair is all messy now. She chuckles, and presses her forehead against yours. "I'd love to." and with that, she takes her umbrella, and carries you into your house, and you spend the whole night 'Bonding' with your Sheriff. 😉

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I'm gonna end this right here, I'm not gonna go full on smut yet. I'm just testing the waters, if y'all would like me to make more Grayson fics, as much as I make Sevika fics. I love them both, I can't choose between them, so I think I might do both, but what do you think?

[gavisfanta]

UNUSUAL SURPRISE- GAVI

summary: after gavi left the spanish camp during the world cup some people get scared, but he returns with an unusual surprise.

warnings: shittalk?, not proofread

"Where's Gavi?" Pedri looked around the table after he found the empty chair which was Gavi's place.

"I don't know, ask Lucho." Ferran answered and Pedri immediately looked to their coach.

"He'll tell you himself." Enrique shortly answered and then went back to typing something on his ipad. Something specific about the spanish coach is that every day, he eats an apple for breakfast and drinks a cup of orange juice. The boys have never seen him eat anything else before lunch.

So after Luis had told the boys that Gavi was 100% gone and he's gonna tell them himself, Pedri wanted to call him. Yet it doesn't matter how many times they tried to call him, it always went to voicemail.

Gavi's phone was turned off and nobody knew what he was doing, Ferran was afriad that he might have gotten an injury or he's sick.

"He wouldn't have left then, we have a whole medical team here!" Ansu threw his hands in the aur as he stood up and made his way over to the table where all the flod was. He grabbed an apple and then went back to sit down.

"Well, the best we can do now is wait." Pedri shrugged his shoulders and zoned out. Ferran shook his head, they were obviously worried what happened to their teammate, but Pedri was right, if Gavi wasnt picking up, they had to wait.

"Hey Sergio did you hear that Gavi left camp?" The newsreporter in the tv said. The whole Brazil squad sitting infront of it, waiting for the game to begin in 20 minutes.

"Yes I did hear, but I sadly don't know why." The other guy named Sergio answered.

"Well fans are worried for their starkid, maybe he picked up an injury, it also may be something with his family. Footballers have done this before during an international tournament." The other guy began talking but Rodrygo shook his head as he leaned closer to Vini.

"Good that that shithole is gone, hm?" Rodrygo nudged Vini's shoulder as he laughed. Both Real Madrid players looked at eachother and smiled.

"No more Wonderkid for him." Vini answered and laughed, however he soon received a hit on his shoulder. As he turned to look around he saw Raphinha sitting behind him.

"I know you dont like him but there's no need to talk about him like that." Raphinha leaned forward and ltold Vinicius. He wanted to open his mouth again but decided not to, so instead he just turned around and looked at the tv.

Not even two days later as the Spanish team was sitting at breakfast, they heard the door open. Every member of the staff was at breakfast so everyone suddenly shut up and looked at the door. To their surprise it was nobody other than Gavi himself, a wide smile spread on his face.

"Hola." He smiled and then Enrique stood up and went to hug him. While he did that he whispered into his ear: "Congratulations."

Gavi just returned the smile and looked at everyone while his coach stood besides him.

"Well, I think Gavi owes everyone an apology and an explanation to why he disappeared so suddenly." Enrique said and everyone began clapping their hands. Gavi cleared his throat, he hated talking infront of so mamy people, especially when he saw the camera running in the opposite corner, but he decided to bite through it.

"First of all, I'm sorry I disappeared so quickly and that I didn't answer any of your phone calls. But I have a perfectly fine explanation." Gavi explained in a loud tone so that everyone could hear him. "I don't know if some of you guys have noticed, that you didn't see my Girlfriend in like 6 months," He stopped for a second and most people nodded their head. "That isn't because we broke up, thank god, but I'd like you to meet someone." Gavi said and then turned around to look at the door where you walked in, a newborn baby in your arms, his eyes closed and peacefully sleeping. Everyone gasped as they saw you stand next to your boyfriend, with his child in your arms. Gavi looked at his son proudly and then put his finger up to his mouth. "He's sleeping." He said just loud enough.

Many of his teammates faces were covered in huge smiles and they just looked at the baby in your arms. You then looked at Pedri and saw him smiling while both of his hands are pressed against his cheeks, then you turned to Gavi again.

"I'll go back now, you talk to them."

"Okay, I'll go to the hospital after we're done eating." Gavi explained to you and you nodded your head. You turmed around one time to everyone and waved your head with a huge grin on your face.

Most of them waved back, they waited until the door closed until everyone jumped up and ran towards Gavi.

Gavi laughed as everyonenwent over to him and congratulated him.

"Hermano this is insane!" Pedri smiled as he shook Gavi's shoulders back and fourth.

"I know, I know." Gavi answered with a smile and hugged Pedri.

"How did you keep this a secret?" Ferran asked, everyone was still smiling, everyone was more than happy for Gavi.

"It was so hard." Gavi laughed out as he shook his head. "She didn't wanna leave the house after like 5 months of pregnancy cause she was scared someone's gonna see her." He laughed and Pedri couldn't help but smile too.

"How is she even on her feet just two days after giving birth?" Ferran asked, simply amazed by how fast you recovered.

"Bro I have no idea, I told her to stay a day more but she wanted to show him to you guys." Gavi explained further.

"What's his name?" Morata asked and looked at the midfielder.

"Can't tell you guys yet." Gavi shrugged his shoulders and then began walking backwards.

Many of his teammates told him to stay but he went outside where his dad was waiting for him together with his sister.

"How did it go?" His dad asked and patted his sons shoulder. Gavi smile couldn't have been wiped off of his face by anything.

"It went amazing," Gavi said and looked around before shifting his gaze back to his father. "Where is she?" Gavi asked after he noticed that you werent around.

"She went to the car to feed him, don't worry, she's fine." Aurora calmed her brother and he nodded his head while pulling out his phone for a second.

"The posts will go online in 4 minutes." Gavi mumbled under his breath. There were posts scheduled for his account, revealing that you gave birth to your child. Of course you and Gavi have talked about announcing it, you both thought it was the right thing to do before someone sees you two walking around with a child.

But after all of you had arrived at the hotel you were staying in, Gavi went to your room with you.

While he held his child in his arms, shaking him to sleep, he looked at you with a smile. "I'm so proud of you." Gavi mumbled, but just as you would've gotten time to respond there was a knock on the door.

"My god why is that child sleeping in your arms? Here, I'll take care of him." Gavi's mother hurried over to her son, taking her grandchild out of his arms and leaving the room. You smiled a little as you watched her close the door again.

"She's-" Gavi scoffed while shaking his head, he smiled as he walked closer to you and kissed your temple. "But I'm so proud of you amor."

"Why are you proud?" You laughed out and ran your hand along his jaw, caressing his soft skin.

"You're not normal, why are you walking around two days after the delivery. You shouldn't be on your feet, your body needs to rest." Gavi said and grabbed your hand as he walked you over to the bed.

"No, Gavi I'm fine-" You began but he cut you off before you could've finished your sentence.

"No you go back to sleep now." He mumbled and then kneeled down besides you while kissing your cheek.

"I love you" You mumbled while running your hamd through his hair.

"I love you more." He answered with a smile on his face.