#Midnight Cravings

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

I'm obsessed with your boog. Can I request more apple seed fluff and something funny??

Hi, Anon!

I'm sorry this has taken so long to get to. So many people have asked for Apple Seed blurbs, that I needed to take a break so I could focus on the "canon" story hahaha! I can definitely write you up a little funny Apple Seed piece.

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Apple Seed (Bonus): Bun in the Inferno

Angel: (enters the kitchen in the middle of the night and pauses)

Vaggie: (tearing through the cabinets, scouring recipes, flipping and stirring various pots and pans) Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Angel: ........Hey, uh, whatcha doing, Vags?

Vaggie: Charlie. Midnight craving. (puts on a pair of goggles, opens a bottle of Infernal Ghost Pepper oil and blasts the skillet with a healthy dosage before dropping in black peppercorns, making them pop like popcorn kernels)

Angel: (coughs profusely as tears stream down his face) FUCKING HELL, VAGGIE!!!! WHAT IS SHE CRAVING?!?!?! I'M PRETTY SURE THAT RECIPE GOES AGAINST THE GENEVA CONVENTION!!! (closes his eyes and covers his nose and mouth with his robe)

Vaggie: (wipes the lenses of her goggles before she checks her list of Charlie's recent cravings) Brimstone Flavored Pickles, Spicy Jalapeño Ice Cream, Pepper Popcorn, Lava Cake with lava from Wrath, Scorched S'mores, and Blazing Burgers.

Angel: (stomach rolls as he gets secondhand heartburn) That crazy bitch tryin' ta get that baby killed or somethin???

Vaggie: No. She's just pregnant. (uses a pair of blacksmith tongs to plate up all the food on heavy duty, industrial grade, angelic steel tray) Very pregnant, and very much a demon princess.

Food: (pulsing in a red aura as spicy vapors rise from the midnight meal)

Angel: ......Vags?

Vaggie: ....Yes?

Angel: (pats Vaggie's shoulder) You're a good husband and father-to-be.

Vaggie: .....I'm a wife.... but thank you, Angel. That means a lot to me right now. (takes a deep breath and picks up the tray, carefully walking out of the kitchen) Wish me luck!

Angel: (salutes) Godspeed, Captain.

-A few minutes later-

Vaggie: (opens the door to her and Charlie's bedroom) Charlie, I have your food-

Charlie: (demon tail swipes out, steals the tray, and brings it into the deep, dark, recesses of the bedroom)

CHOMP!!! GRRRR!!! SNARL!!! RIP!!! TEAR!!! SNORRRF!!! CHOMP!!! CHEW-CHEW-CHEW!!!! GULP!!!

Vaggie: (slowly opens the door further once the sound of food being devoured stops)

Charlie: (sweet as a puppy, face and pajamas covered in food crumbs and sauces, and a broad smile on her face that makes her eyes sparkle) That was DELICIOUS, Vaggie! (tears up and sniffs back tears of joy) Y-You're too good to me!!!

Vaggie: (sighs and goes to the bathroom before coming back with a wet towel to help clean Charlie up) I'm doing the bare minimum, babe.

Charlie: (pouts) Then Kiss?

Vaggie: (chuckles and wipes off Charlie's face) Maybe after you brush your teeth. I'm afraid your mouth will melt my face off.

[penncilkid]

Hey PK! I'd love to hear about Midnight Cravings for your rarepair ask game ଘ(✿˵•́ ᴗ •̀˵)

Oh Aether, you better strap yourself in, 'cause this features your man (/lh).

I cannot for the life of me remember where the vision for this ship came from, but all I know is that one night, me and Lexi Moon sat in a call for hours talking about how this all starts in a Lowe's parking Lot.

The short version: Midnight Cravings refers to the pairing between Sam, Asher, and David.

No, I'm not kidding when I say this all starts in a Lowe's parking lot (/lh). In the version of canon for this pairing, "Angel" and "Baaabe" aren't present, meaning Asher and David are still roommates/living together. They're best friends who are both pining but far too scared to actually make a move one way or the other. Now, on one fateful night, Sam and Asher meet formally for the first time. Ash is leaving the store, having been there to pick something up for the apartment. As he's leaving, he spots Sam and is like "Hey, I think I know you! You're one of the vampires from the Solaire clan, right?" Meanwhile, Sam is like "...Who are you?" "Asher. Beta of the Shaw Pack." "..." "What...?" "I just… I thought you'd look… more… I don't know" "Like what~? Are you saying I don't look like a sexy lumberjack?" "That is not what I meant." But Sam's laughing, so you already know the vibes are there (/pos).

The two get to talking for a good bit in the parking lot until the lights start to go out/the store is closing for the night. Asher asks Sam if he'll need any help with his purchases, essentially offering to help unload stuff if Sam wants. Which is how Asher ends up at the residence of the southern vamp. While the two are at his place, the southern hospitality is out in full force. Sam offers Ash something to drink, the two pick up their conversation from before— which eventually drifts to David. Based on how Asher's talking about him, Sam assumes and asks if David and Asher are dating. However, Asher quickly sets the record straight, clarifying that they're friends. It's obvious that admitting that is complicated, and Asher tries to play it off as more of a joke, saying something along the lines of "Sometimes, I just wish I could forget, you know?" (About what? Yes.)

So what does Sam do? Offers to be a distraction.

It starts out tame enough. Music is put on, Sam offers to cook if Asher hasn't had anything to eat, and they're both subtly flirting with each other. Asher, wanting to be proactive, asks directly what things are going to look like between the two of them. Sam replies with something along the lines of "You tell me, Pup. I'm down for whatever you're feeling up to— Whether that's tonight or down the line."

Almost immediately after that, Asher gets a text from David. Originally, Ash had been gone to go to the store. While he's known to get distracted and such, it had been long enough that David was starting to get worried. ou can see the complicated feelings clouding Asher's face in real time, the pining, the sadness, the frustration— Sam takes the phone from Asher's hand and sets it face down. "Look at me. You get to call the shots tonight. You want out of your head? Tell me what you want." And Asher is looking. Sam texts back "Ran into a friend, don't wait up. I'll tell you tomorrow." And when Asher looks at him again, he's smiling but with an apparent, underlying sadness. "I want to forget. Please." And it's easy for Ash to fall into this because instead of dealing with all the pining and chasing after David, he's fully in the present.

Now all that right there? Night one. Consider that the appetizer to all that the ship offers/becomes later on. Sam and Asher keep up this situationship/friends with benefits-esque dynamic for awhile, enjoying the bond shared. While this is all going on, David is starting to notice the shifter's new bond with the vampire, and it's stirring up all kinds of emotions in him for obvious reasons. To try and condense some of my remaining thoughts:

You get Asher and David being pining dumbasses while Sam watches with a near constant internal sigh at them both

Down the line, Sam brings up that he really likes Asher, which is reciprocated of course. But he also points out that he can tell Asher is clearly in love with David, which Ash deflects terribly. ("Psh, what? I don't— That's not even true anymore, we're just—" "How long ya gonna stand here playing this game?")

I think Sam "Can y'all act right?" Collins is a menace. He can see David and Asher's pining from a mile away and he's seen it up close from Asher. However, David is hesitating to make a move/pursue/do anything about his feelings. So Sam's gonna have fun with that

Have I mentioned how much I adore Sam in this pairng? Because listen— You can argue it's a bit out of character, but I think Sam can be a lot "meaner" and direct than most people give him credit for (just look at Imperium, hello? /pos) Like I love chewing on Sam's demeanor for this dynamic >>>. It's not possessive because he's more than willing to share Asher. It's basically Sam/David playing a game of chicken except it's got a "Yes and?" vibe. Sam's baiting David, sending signals that "You want in on this? Show it then." Meanwhile, David's just further digging himself a hole because he absolutely wants in— Not just with Asher but Sam as well— But is convincing himself he shouldn't be there.

I will stop myself here because otherwise, I will be here forever. But I hope you enjoyed this lengthy answer, Aether!

[abyssmita]

currently thinking about malai chicken................

[thebitchwhoasked]

I want bread so badly right now

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limoncello spritz my beloved

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5 Healthy Snacks That Can Help You Deal With Midnight Cravings

Food cravings can happen at any time of the day. But for many of us, it’s through the night time that our coronary heart requires some scrumptious meals. Once the dinner is completed, you seize your telephone and all these movies of delicious chole bhature and chocolate fountain set off your cravings. The commonest response to that is sneaking into the kitchen and gorging on the leftover pasta or…

[hforhealth]

7 Healthy snacks for your midnight cravings

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The way we goes from lecturing to licking blood off his fingers like that is 😳

[cherie-doll]

please make an imagine with the reader kissing keegan through his mask right before he leaves for his mission !!! I love your writing so much!!!!

tysm for the ask!

"Ok, seriously, I gotta go."

Keegan set down his duffle bag, hands fumbling in the pockets of his jacket. Seemingly avoiding your gaze, your eyes searched for those striking icy eyes of his. You studied his face; eyebrows knit together, eyes looking anywhere else but you, mouth slightly downturned. It wasn't always easy to determine his emotions or feelings. But his entire demeanor showed listlessness, he needed to leave yet halted.

The moment of departure had arrived and in this abrupt pause hesitance had made the interval difficult to end. An unending comfort he knew he'd yearn for the moment he left, which was why as the seconds ticked by he found it increasingly difficult to take the initiative. A tension in the air, palpable, quickening and on the brink of shattering.

Your eyes casting fleeting glances at where his lips were, visible through the fabric of the balaclava he already wore, craved to meet his lips. Following close, you found his eyes had shifted to you, slowly rising up your face, pausing at your lips before meeting yours. Feeling as if the momentum had built up, the subtle pulling force drew you close to one another. You easily found his lips through the mask; feeling the curve of his cupid's bow, brushing against them for a heartbeat before fulling pressing against them.

He sighed pulling apart, thumb tracing the fabric over his lips.

[yujeong]

Pete's fever wasn't going down. It wasn't really Pete's fault. He had started eating more regularly, even if slowly to not upset his stomach. (He didn't want to vomit his insides all over the duvet again. It hadn't been a pleasant experience.) He had started sleeping more, too, and even though it had mostly been accompanied by disturbing dreams and could be described as anything but nourishing, at least it was something. This wasn't really Vegas' fault, either. Well. It was. It was difficult to explain, and Pete didn't quite have the mental capacity or the patience to make Vegas understand why he hadn't magically healed in a day thanks to a bowl of noodles, a couple of pills and some bandages wrapped around his torso. In all honesty, that was a lie. Despite Pete's reluctance to admit it, he had been way more patient that he should have. More than he could sustain. Today, his patience seemed to be at its limit. Pete didn't let it show - he never did, he couldn't afford to, not even now - but he could feel it brewing under his skin. The urge to snap at an anxious Vegas hovering above him with blood-shot eyes and trembling limbs was big and tempting, but Pete knew better than to succumb to it. He simply closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose, trying to forget about it. Vegas, of course, wouldn't allow that. "Pete," he heard Vegas whisper. When he didn't respond, Vegas said it again, louder. "Pete. Hey, look at me." Pete did. "Do you not hate me?" Pete didn't answer. "Don't you want to kill me?" Pete sighed. He refused. H wouldn't give Vegas the satisfaction. "How would you do it?" This was starting to get irritating. "Vegas-" "Tell me, Pete. What would you do? Would you use your hands or a weapon?" Pete couldn't escape this. He realized when he looked at the pure desperation in Vegas' eyes. "I'm a bodyguard, aren't I?" he foolishly said, his voice breaking slightly. He lifted his head and stared at the ceiling. He could picture it; him wearing his uniform, blowing Vegas' brains out with his gun. The image brought him no satisfaction. Only a faint sense of dread he couldn't rationalize. Vegas' humming snapped him out of it. "Yes, I can see that. I can't imagine you using a knife, though." Pete felt slightly offended by that comment for some reason. "Why? Don't you think I have the guts?" "It's too... emotional a choice for you. You wouldn't use it to kill me." Right. Pete huffed in amusement. "I guess you're right. I'm not like you." This did the trick. Pete could feel the effect of his words, the hostility Vegas was emitting. It gave him goosebumps, despite the temperature of the room. The sound of the door closing harshly made him flinch, a racing heartbeat remaining for a while afterwards. It didn't bother him. He was finally left alone. It didn't matter if he'd manage to get better or not. If only Vegas could see that.

(A snippet inspired by a scene in the movie "Eileen")

[scribblesandink]

Just when I think I have all the character info I need for my book, I have to make more shit up to make it make sense! I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE FAKE NAMES ARE, CHERYL, I HAVEN'T GOTTEN THAT FAR!

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Currently watching the Nightmare Before Witchlight and I miss Torbek :( don't get me wrong it's just as good as the Yuletide one-shots but I miss my pathetic little bugbear.

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Midnight Cravings: Part Two

Plot: After you and Felix realize you have no way of contacting each other, you both wander around familiar places, hoping desperately that you might find each other again.

-Part One-

Pairing: Lee Felix x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Series-

Words: ~3k; it came out a lot longer than I intended, but I'm glad! I liked writing it :)

Your best-fried wasn't sure if they should think you were sweet or crazy. Following you down various roads near the super-market where you met Felix in hopes you might recognize his apartment building was not what they had planned.

"Is this it?" They asked you as you walked down another road.

You groaned and shook your head, "Maybe? No- I don't know."

You hated that you hadn't paid more attention of your surroundings when you and Felix had walked back to his apartment that night. But you had been so engrossed in conversation with him, you didn't even take time to note how long you had been walking.

It had been nearly a week since you met Felix, and nearly a week that you spent pining after him.

You were so angry with yourself that you hadn't gotten his number, and you hated that you felt so intent on finding him. Especially when you had no idea if he would feel the same. He didn't ask for your number either, so maybe he was fine with it being a one-off meeting.

Stopping, you really started to think more about it. What if you did find his apartment? What if you knocked on the door and he answered. Would you tell him that you had been walking through the nearby neighborhoods looking for his apartment? Would he think you were weird? Would he be freaked out? You felt your gut clench. Of course he would be. This was not a normal thing to do.

You sighed and shook your head. "This is ridiculous, I don't know why I thought this was a good idea. Let's go."

Your friend pouted a bit but nodded. She really did think it was cute you felt so drawn to this guy, even after you pulled the not-so-clever move of going to a stranger's apartment to bake brownies in the middle of the night. Which she had told you off about.

But seeing your defeated face, she really did wish you had found his apartment. She had never seen you act like this about anyone. This Felix guy must be something special.

"This is the fifth time this week we've come to this store, Felix. We don't even need any groceries." Seungmin grumbled as he followed Felix down the aisles as he looked for your familiar face.

"I know, I just-"

"Want to see your brownie soulmate again, I got it." He finished Felix's thought.

Looking down the aisle he had met you in, he sighed, feeling defeat wash over him. You weren't here, just like you hadn't been the last five times he had come. He eyed a box of the brownies, the same kind the two of you had made.

'At least they restocked them.' He thought as he grabbed one and turned away.

"Let's go." He mumbled in defeat as he and Seungmin walked to check out.

Seungmin watched Felix closely as the two exited the store. "Are you going to try again tomorrow?" He asked, feeling genuine pity for Felix as he saw the slump of his shoulders.

Felix wanted to say yes, but he began to wonder if there was really a point to it. Maybe he'd never run into you again. Maybe you didn't want to run into him again. Maybe, the strong feeling he felt towards you was just a one-sided feeling. Maybe it would fade.

Felix sighed, "No, I don't think I will." But even as he said it, he knew it was a lie.

As you drove past the store you had first met Felix, you pulled in, a hope sitting in your chest that maybe, just maybe you might see Felix here.

As you walked around the store, grabbing a few things, you looked at every face you passed and felt the pit in your stomach grow deeper.

Walking down the baking aisle, you stopped at the brownies. You noted that there were only three boxes left.

"Should I get two?" You mumbled. Thinking for a moment, you settled on one as you grabbed a box of brownies. The exact same kind you had made with Felix.

Would Felix think of me when he makes brownies? Will he think of me at all?

You sighed as you felt pathetic for your own thoughts.

No, probably not.

You however did think of Felix as you made the brownies. You thought of the jokes the two of you made in hushed voices in his darkened kitchen at one in the morning. You thought of the bright smile on his face that felt like the sun itself. You thought of how sweet and kind he was towards you. And then you thought about the sinking realization that you had no way to reach him again. And that you might never see him again.

Why do I feel like this? I knew him for three hours, why do I feel like I got my heart broken?

You put your head in your hands.

I've never fallen for someone so easily before. Why now? It would be so much easier if I could just forget.

You thought back on something your friend had said earlier. 'Maybe it was love at first sight. Maybe you're soulmates. Maybe that's why you feel like you need to find him.'

You had scoffed at her words, thinking maybe she was just teasing you. But as your emotions seemed to only get harsher, you started to wonder if there might be some truth to her words. No matter how unrealistic it sounded.

Forgetting to set your timer, you threw yourself on the couch and turned on the TV, your eyes heavy as you felt exhaustion wash over you. You continued to replay the few hours you had with Felix, and before you knew it your eyes started to close.

As the smell of smoke filled your nose, you woke from your accidental nap in a dazed panic. The memory of the brownies caused you to rush into the kitchen and throw all the windows open before scrambling to get the brownies out of the oven.

After the panic of the next ten minutes, you sat back on your couch and let out a sigh. You made a note to yourself to call the landlord and tell him your fire alarm might not be working, because there was no way it shouldn't have gone off.

When the adrenaline finally faded you dealt with the burned brownies as you let out a scoff. "Nice one Y/n." You groaned, feeling sad as you looked at the charred brownies now in the trash. "I really wanted those too."

Looking at the clock, you noted it was getting late, but it wasn't midnight, so maybe it wouldn't be as unhinged this time if you went and got another box. Thinking back to when you met Felix, you let hope rise a bit as you decided to take a walk to the store.

Felix grumbled to himself as he finished sweeping up the remains of his brownie mix from the kitchen floor. He hadn't been paying attention when set the bowl down, he hadn't realized he set it on the corner, only for it to topple off the second he let go.

It was entirely his fault and he knew it. His mind was too plagued with thoughts of you that he wasn't paying attention. All he could think about as he prepared the brownies was that he wished you were there to help him.

Baking was his comfort but baking with you brought him not only comfort, but a joy he didn't realize he had been missing. It was a feeling he wanted to hold onto forever, but he already felt it fading.

Sighing as he dumped the baking mix into the trash, he checked the clock. It was just after six, not too late to go back to the store. His mind flashed back to the moment he first saw you. When your hands touched and your eyes met. That was the first time he had ever properly felt butterflies.

Grabbing the house keys, he made his way out of the apartment and down the road. He doubted he would find you at the grocery store, but he still held onto the fact there was a chance. Felix told himself this was the last time he would purposefully look for you, though even as he did so, he knew it was just another lie.

'I don't think I'll ever stop looking.'

As you stopped in front of the brownies, you eyed the last two boxes. "I should have bought two." Grabbing the boxes you began to leave before you hesitated.

Looking back at the empty shelf, you sighed before you put one back and headed back to the register. Your eyes naturally scanned the store as you went, before you rolled your eyes at your own actions. 'He's not here, get over it.' Though the disheartened feeling in your chest only grew.

You decided to walk home slowly, taking in the cool evening air before you returned to your smoke-scented apartment. You hadn't gone slow enough however, if you had, you might have been spotted by the blonde boy heading down the path towards the store.

Felix made his way towards the baking aisle, his eyes darting around the store as he became more and more disheartened at no sign of you.

'Of course they wouldn't be here, don't be stupid. Your luck's not that good.' He chastised himself.

Spotting one last box of brownie mix, he smiled to himself as he grabbed it. Had you come back to buy one at all? Did you think of him when you did? Did you maybe look for him like he looked for you?

Not realizing just how right he was, he made his way to the register.

As he placed the box down the cashier smiled, "These sure are popular today."

Felix rose his brow, "What do you mean?"

"Someone was just in here a few minutes ago and bought a single box of these exact brownies, just like you are."

Felix felt his heart thump loudly in his chest. Was it? Could it have been?

Felix rapidly described you to the cashier, desperation in his voice. The cashier just nodded, a bit stunned, "Yeah. You know them?"

Felix felt a rush of panic and excitement bolt through him as his adrenaline rose. "Where did they go? Did they drive? Did they walk, which way did they go?!"

The cashier mumble out the vague direction you headed and Felix bolted for the door, ignoring the call of the cashier that he had forgotten the box of brownies. But Felix didn't care, he was acting on impulse. He would not miss finding you again. Not when he had a chance to see you again.

He ran up the sidewalk where the cashier had pointed, hoping he hadn't remembered wrong. Would he see you in time? Were you already home? Just how long ago was "a few minutes"? Felix started to wonder if he was being crazy, if maybe he was too late. But he let his legs carry him, and as he rounded the corner, his eyes widened as he spotted a head of familiar hair disappearing around the next road.

"Y/n!" He yelled out, hoping you might hear him as he tried to run faster.

You halted as you looked around, swearing you heard your name being called. Did it come from behind you? Turning in curiosity, you looked back around the corner just in time to let out a gasp and drop your box of brownies as someone almost tumbled into you.

Staggering back, the person stumbled to a stop as they reached out their hands as if to steady themselves. Your fear turned to shock and then to elation as you saw Felix's familiar face grinning at you. He was breathing heavily, but his smile was wide.

"Felix!" You called out almost breathless, taken off guard by his appearance. "What- Where did you come from?" You asked with stunned amusement.

Reaching down, Felix picked up the box of brownies and grinned at you. After he let out a few more tired breaths, he explained to you what had happened.

You watched him with bewilderment as he grinned through the story. He had really chased you down just to see you again? Suddenly you didn't feel so crazy for trying to find his apartment complex from memory.

"So you sprinted to catch up with me?" You laughed out, ignoring how your heart was pounding at this knowledge.

Felix smiled shyly as his cheeks turned pink. "Yeah, well, I uh- I really wanted to see you again, and that night I didn't ask for your number." He frowned. "I should have."

You let out a soft groan, "I regretted that too, I actually-" You stopped, still worried that he might think you were weird for searching for his apartment. He just raised his brow and you finished, "I only realized that we hadn't exchange numbers after I had gotten home." You admitted instead.

Felix nodded his head, some relief filling him that you regretted it as well. He eyed the brownie mix before he gave you a soft smile, "I bought some earlier too but I dropped it on the floor."

You rose your brow, "I did too! I mean, I bought some earlier but...I forgot to set a timer and almost burned my apartment down because I fell asleep."

Felix's eyes widened before you both laughed. "So you came back for more...just like me."

You nodded and smiled before looking at his empty hands. "Didn't you say you bought some just now?"

"Oh! I uh, ran out of the store without actually buying them." He smiled sheepishly and you giggled.

Eyeing the brownie mix you met his eyes, "We could share?"

Felix felt a sense of déjà vu before a bright smile crossed his face. "Your place or mine?"

You laughed as you looked back the way he had come from. "I've got a feeling we're a bit closer to my place now."

He chuckled and nodded, "Lead the way."

You had your face in your hands as Felix laughed. Leaning closer he tried to get a look at your face, "You really tried to find my complex from memory?"

You groaned, "I know, it's so weird! I'm so embarrassed."

Felix laughed again, but really his heart was bursting with joy. You really had wanted to see him again, just as much as he wanted to see you. You just tried looking for each other in different places.

He watched as you uncovered your face as you poked at your freshly baked brownie, still avoiding his gaze.

"Don't be embarrassed" Felix said softly as he leaned against the counter, "It's cute."

You slowly peered up at him, and instead of a teasing smile, you were me with a bright, genuine, and adoring smile.

Your heart thumped violently in your chest as you repressed a grin. "Cute?"

He nodded and you let out a sot scoff. "That's definitely better than you thinking I'm crazy."

He chuckled, "If that's crazy, then I'm crazy too. I went to that store about half a dozen times, hoping I'd see you again."

You looked up at him fully, and though his smile was still bright, I appeared more shy.

"You did?"

He nodded softly, "Yeah."

Felix felt butterflies in his stomach as you smiled at this. He could tell you were feeling shy as you remained quiet before taking a bite of your brownie. Following your lead, he ate his as well. Both of you shared pleasant smiles as you enjoyed them.

The joy Felix felt the first time you baked together had returned in full. He knew this time there was no way he'd leave without planning to see you again. Your number was already saved in his phone, under the name that Seungmin had dubbed you 'Brownie Soulmate', maybe a bit bold, but it felt suiting.

Felix's eyes graze over you, before fixing on a small piece of chocolate on the edge of our lip. Another wave of déjà vu hit him.

Standing up straight, he turned towards you, gaining your attention. Slowly he reached out and grazed his thumb over your lips.

You stared at him silently, your heart pounding. He did this the first time too. And just after, you had gotten lost in each others eyes. You kept wondering what might have happened if Seungmin hadn't come in. You thought it was too bold to think he may have kissed you. But now as Felix's eyes moved from your lips to your eyes, with a more intense gaze than before, you started to wonder again.

As Felix started to lean closer, his eyes drifting back to your lips, your wonder turned to elated surprise. And when his lips met yours in a soft kiss, your mind went silent.

Your thoughts were halted as you felt what you could only describe as sparks, no, fireworks.

Was this only the second time you met Felix? Yes. Was it probably crazy that this was happening? Maybe. Did you care? No.

When Felix pulled way, his eyes met yours. He held the silence for a moment before he whispered, "Was that too forward?"

You shook your head, "No."

His lips curled up as his eyes flitted around your face, he gently stroked your cheek before he spoke again. "Then can I do it again?"

You smiled brightly at him before you nodded, "Yes."

This was of course, only the second out of countless kisses you would share in your kitchen, and the few of many brownies you would bake together.

What started as a midnight craving, ended in happily ever after.

xx End xx

A/n: This was the final part to my Stray Kids meet-cute series, I really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

As always, Reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated <3 Thank you for reading!

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Series Taglist: @bubblesreplies, @halesandy, @why-am-i-sad, @sourmooonlight, @jaeheekangslover, @seungminsdreamwife, @thesunsfullmoon, @ink-spilled-stars, @jisunglyricist, @marcillfll, @ultimatestayandminoronce, @cheeeseceli, @3rachasninja, @raehawthorne

Part Two Taglist: @jordan1024, @queen-klarissa (<you showed interest in your reblog, hope you don't mind the tag <3)

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I WANT TO EAT CHICKEN SO BAD 😭

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Painting over an older piece. Quite similar structurally but so far I think it's an improvement