#Rose Champagne Cookie

[ohyouvefoundme]

CRK OC

I had an idea for a biscuit. Alas the flavor was an alcohol, and we know we can’t have alcohol in a game rated 12+ so. I improvised, sorta, not really, their flavor is still technically alcoholic.

[stardust-swan]

The Kind of Girl I Want To Be

Buys herself pink peonies and roses

Wears scents like Parfums De Marly Delina and Oriana, Miss Dior, YSL Paris, Prada Candy, Mon Guerlain and Chanel Chance Eau Tendre (she sprays it in the morning, after showers, and before going to bed)

Bakes heart shaped sugar cookies and macarons

Spends rainy days sipping rose tea from floral china while reading beautifully bound classic novels

Has a bookshelf filled with first edition poetry books, gilded editions of fairytale books, volumes of the Little Books of Fashion series, leatherbound classics, and Harlequin romance novels

Drinks peppermint tea in the morning and camomile tea at night

Sleeps on pink silk sheets and has a satin kimono robe

Plays Brigitte Bardot, classical music, and soft jazz in the background

Takes ballates or yogalates classes

Plays the violin or cello

Watches Audrey Hepburn and Anna Karina films

Adds sweet almond oil and rose bath tea to her vanilla bubble bath

Has a seasonal pass to the ballet and regularly visits the theatre, old bookshops, botanical gardens, and art galleries

Keeps things like French Girl lip tints/Glossier lip balms/Too Faced lip glosses, a hand mirror, a comb, some bonbons, a book, a rollerball of perfume, hand cream, a piece of rose quartz, a scrunchie, a nail file, spray on SPF and bubblegum in her bag at all times

Is always up to date with Fashion Week

Writes in her diary daily in swirly writing using coloured gel pens, pressing flowers between the pages and spraying perfume samples on it

Lights Yankee Candle Fresh Cut Roses or Rainbow Cookie, keeps soap and lavender in her wardrobe, and has vanilla diffusers around the house

Lives in a cosy home filled with beautiful things, like paintings by local artists, lots of cushions and throws, soft lighting from salt lamps and fairy lights, potted herbs and succulents, vintage vases filled with floral arrangements, DIY macramé and embroidery projects, a bowl of different crystals, signature Barbies on a shelf, rattan furniture, fluffy towels in white, pink, baby blue, and lavender, pink Dove or rose Roger et Gallet soap and Jurlique rose hand cream on the bathroom sink, pictures of her loved ones in antique frames, floral patterns everywhere, antique mirrors, and beautiful porcelain teasets

Goes to French cafés to enjoy a vanilla oat latte with a millefeuille or almond croissant

Always wears diamond or pearl earrings (often paired with a charm bracelet or gold heart locket)

Enjoys rosé wine, champagne, and strawberry daiquiris at lunchtime occasionally

Snacks on strawberries, sugared almonds, dried fruit and nuts, and Turkish Delight

Applies powder, rosy blush, lipgloss, and puts ribbons in her hair at her vanity table, which is decorated with a ballerina music box, vintage perfume bottles, and trinkets shaped like swans, angels and shepherdesses

Has her morning and evening routines down pat: waking up to melodic music, opening the windows, making the bed, doing gentle yoga, simple skincare, getting dressed, applying makeup, and eating a simple but delicious breakfast in the morning, and having a warm shower, doing more decadent skincare, putting on comfy cotton or satin pyjamas, journalling, enjoying a calming cup of herbal tea, reading, looking out the window at the moon, and falling asleep to relaxing sounds like ocean waves, gentle rainfall, and white noise at night. Her life runs like clockwork.

Is gentle, sweet, romantic, and full of love to give

[icarusredwings]

What things smell like according to Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine. A series of smell based headcanons. Do with these whatever you want :)

People:

Ororo: burnt marshmellows, rain, chunky chocolate chip cookies, protien shakes, spansih rice, chillies, and cocoa butter. She always smells great.

Scott: cucumber shampoo, the remaints of a bonfire the next day, fresh dry cleaning, axe shower gel, lavender sheets

Jean: caramel latte, lavender sheets, vanilla spiced chai, books, mint ice cream, fruit smoothies, stinky hair product, lemon poppy seed muffins, sassafras

Hank: Books, sanatizer, various chemicals, a very specifc fur dander, kinda musky but in a 'im covered in fur and sweaty' kind of way.

Rouge: "Dolly Parton", brick and concrete dust, cherry blossoms body spray, freshly engraved wood, strawberries and milk conditioner, spicy gaucamole and freshly sizzled sausages.

Gambit: tv static, a fresh deck of cards at the casino, spicy jumbo, gin, lime jello, hair gel, "suprisingly good actually"

Kurt: brimstone, smoke from franckinsense, myrrh, a less smelling dander then hank, Holy chrism oil (olive oil and Balsam made by catholic priests), metal, and blue raspberry. Fur/ beard pomade sometimes for special ocassions.

Morph: even when changed he can smell is sandlewood shampoo, he smells like how "Jack Outta smell", latex, pine and cedar, clear nail polish, "that ugly quilt that your grandma kept on the back of her couch that was the warmest, softest thing you've ever slept with."

Charles: Old man fart, metal, chalk, shoe polish, nutmeg, wool, "a trusting hug", books, mahogany, expensive champagne.

Laura: "teen spirit", a shitty cheap "girl power" deodorant that doesn't do well hiding the sweat, apples and peaches, kinda woodsy.

Wade: Cancer, gun smoke, citrus dish soap, blood, oranges, taco sauce, infected skin once in awhile, red dye 40, slight over cooked and crispy apple pie, sugary cereal

Puppins: wet dog, dog dander, oatmeal senstive skin puppy shampoo, chicken, "the dirtest trash she can find to roll in on her walk"

Althea: Old lady, way too strong perfumes, butter biscuits, tea, peppermint candies, more cocaine, "baby powder", lanvender linens, cotton and daisy's Landry detergent.

Feelings/emotions:

Big/serious lies: smell like Gasoline and salty sand near the sea.

Small fibs/playful/ teasing lies: smell like Anise

Lies with decent intentions/are bent truths: smell like honey

Those two are easily mixed up.

Innocent (the person truly believes it. Ex. A child saying dinos are real) truth: smells like thick vanilla creamer.

Filling, whole truths (the person knows for a fact its a truth) smells: like fresh baked rolls/buns

Cancer smells vary like: urine, nail polish remover, some people have a pungent semi sweet smell like rotting fruit, and tar is another smell, depending on which part of the body. If already in late stages, one can smell like cadavers. Even spicy almost.

Pregnant people vary in scent but he can smell the rise of different hormones: Some hormones sweeter then other. If you asked him he would say cinnamon or dying roses. If you're later in your term the scents are more soft like lotion or custard. Lemon ussually.

Serotonin; cheese, lemon cakes, fruity, a bit light, and flakey like a pastry. Marshmellow fluff.

Dopamine; sweet fresh coffee, doritos(?), cocaine. Don't ask why he knows what cocaine smells like. He was alive during coke cocaine.

Endorphins; Sweaty Sex, mint, dark chocolate, violets, chemicals, varies by persons pheromones

Oxytocin; "playful cherries", freshly washed cotton pillows, the warmth of a bath, skin on skin hugs, strawberries

Joy/relaxation/relief: Jasmine, vanilla sugar cookies, fresh soup.

Anger/disapproval/hurt: smoke, the back end of a cigarette, spicy curry, iron, blood, "spoiled raw chicken left out too long"

Fear/excitment/anxiousness: Adrenaline smells like oil, paint, salty pretzels almost.

Tears: Oceans, lillies, fresh water lakes

[hrrtshape]

things i always have on set in my FAME DR.

✶ PERSONAL TOUCHES. 

⋆  custom director's chair. my, my, !!!my!!!! name embroidered in gold script on blush velvet, with a small pocket on the back for scripts and personal notes.

⋆  signature scent: a soft, alluring perfume (i’m a sucker for nina ricci’s bella perfume. the rhubarb, mandarin, lemon thing going on mushes my brain in astronomical levels) fills the set wherever i go, making my presence (hopefully) unforgettable.

⋆  lucky charm. my stuffed elephant, donnie (named after, yes, donnie darko), perched on a nearby table as a comforting presence during stressful moments.

⋆  vintage polaroid camera. always taking candid snaps of the cast and crew for those everlasting memories.

✶ SNACKS ’n’ DRINKS.

⋆  parisian-inspired snacks. a tray with macarons, pain au chocolat, and fresh berries is always available. or. or, or, or, if iyky, those brain-mushing walnut-shaped cookies with caramel filling (russia mentioned 💣🔥)

⋆  coffee. freshly brewed lattes with soy milk (i continue spreading soy milk propaganda) and a drizzle of honey in ceramic mugs.

⋆  chocolate truffles & candied fruit. a little dish of artisanal treats that rotates flavours weekly (berries, pistachios, and champagne-infused ! i'm a fun gal).

⋆  herbal teas. picking the most soothing blend of chamomile, lavender, and rose available for calmer, slower filming days.

✶ MOOD-SETTING MUST-MUST-MUST HAVES.

⋆  playlist for the set. gooottta curate the vibe with dreamy indie tunes (twin peaks soundtrack, solange, or upbeat parisian jazz). 

⋆  bouquet of flowers: a fresh arrangement of peonies, roses, and lilies decorates my trailer or desk, adding romance to the chaos.

✶ TRAILER ESSENTIALS. 

⋆  throw blanket. a soft blanket in a muted shade for quick naps or moments of reflection. besides, a very big essential when i’m in the make up chair for two hours. 

⋆  skincare station. dior prestige skincare and hermès lip balm to stay glowing between takes.

⋆  my kindle. which, by now, is almost ruined to death. but also very much an essential when my location for the past 3 hours has been the hair 'n' make up chair.

[vxlentinescookies]

This is a sequel of the previous Dark Cacao one were they fought and everything

Things have calmed down now, the awkward moment has open space for some time, peace and some further talks

But Dark Cacao has come into term with a little something

He likes Reader Cookie: (use any pronouns) are/is strong, resourceful, agile and very skilled, he could see so much potential, and it's a surprise to find someone who not only knows their way in a fight, but ALSO can match HIM

He wants to ask her out, the issue is: how!?

He was not a single clue, time to ask his soldiers for advise I guess?

Maybe even contact hollyberry?

(To resume, this is Dark Cacao finally knowing he likes Reader Cookie, asks others for advise to ask them out and fails miserably, but Reader Cookie is so amazed at the brave [though failed] attempt that decides to give the idea of a date a try)

→ ❛Between the sword and your opponent, pt. 2❜

→ Pairing ; Dark Cacao Cookie x Reader → Quote ; ❛❛It surely didnt go according to plan but, to say Hollyberry, who had been listening intently from behind one of the pillars, wasnt satisfied, would be an understatement.❜❜ → Genre ; Drama , Romance → A/N ; This was very fun hahah, pt 1 is here!

Its been a good few days after the incident, the one where you shamelessly flirted with Dark Cacao in the middle of a fight. To say the king hadnt been thinking about it was… an understatement, he had thought about it, quite a lot. It had leaked into his daily like like the growing vines of grapes, and in return, they were twisting and shaping around his brain like a deadly respite. This, paired with the following talks you both had about the help the kingdom of Rose Champagne wanted to offer to the kingdom of Cacao, and the inevitable flirting that came with your personality, Dark Cacao seemed to inevitably start falling in love. It was a force of nature he didnt expect, that he didnt take in consideration, but as time passed, he realized that these feelings were ever present, and that there was no way he could keep them hidden.

Love, for Dark Cacao, was something he had long since given up on. He no longer seeked it, and he no longer expected it, especially after the falling out with his previous wife and the loss of his son, that he still deep down loved dearly, he no longer felt he had a place in the grounds of love, therefore, he simply stayed on his own place, allowing himself to be moved by the currents of life while focusing on the current moments with his kingdom, his subjects, and the war ever present with Dark Enchantress Cookie.

Thats perhaps what made this moment the more jarring to him, to be flirted with after he felt unlovable, after he felt undeserving of being loved—And then, the fact that his heart was starting to beat with fervor and energy yet again, for someone he once hurt unintentionally… It put his mind and heart at a standstill, confused as to how to proceed, confused as to what to do exactly.

“Damn, sounds like you’re deep in the trenches of love, old friend” Hollyberry would tell them once Dark Cacao sought them out for help, after all, out of all his comrades, the hollyberrian was the most capable when it cames to matters of love.

“Sigh, Im just, confused as what to do… I’ve given up on love a long time ago…” He said, looking down for a few moments, before turning back at her.

His hands were tainted with blood, and his mind haunted by the warriors long lost in the wars the cacao kingdom had been part of, not to mention the small guilt that followed him for having fallen in the trap that was Affogato’s tricks. He sighed yet again, because then there was you, someone hurt unintentionally by his hand, even if he was under the tricks of the snake, he still felt like he owed his people something. 

“Oh c’mon, rid yourself of that long face, Dark Cacao!” Hollyberry would snap him of his thoughts, as she’d laugh heartily “Its clear what you must do, you must act upon your emotions!”

“Act… Upon my emotions?” He felt like he stayed in square one, unable to think of what exact way to move thorough this new challenge. “Right, but, how exactly?”

“You speak as if you hadnt been in a marriage once!” She spoke yet again, frowning for a moment before patting his back lively, and perhaps a bit too strongly “Fret not! What you must do, is confess and ask her out on a date! Dosent that sound logical?”

Right, a date… If only he wasnt rusty in these themes, perhaps the idea would’ve seemed more appetizing, but as it stood, he was confused and didnt know exactly what to do or say. Hollyberry, noticing this, would just sigh and shake her head, she thought Pure Vanilla was THE challenge in the ancient’s groups when it came to love, but Dark Cacao? Now he was winning second place.

You had been resting in your quarters, quietly taking a nap when it happened, a soldier knocking on your door causing you to wake up startled, and once the door opened, you would look confused at the soldier in question, looking at you with seriousness as he spoke the words sent by his majesty. He was requesting your presence in the throne room, words that left you dumbfounded as you brushed hair out of your face before nodding. You didnt put much thought about it, as you dressed to come see Dark Cacao in the throne room.

Walking towards the castle suddenly felt colder than usual, and your steps felt heavier, as if you were expecting something bad to happen, but thinking about it, the worse that could happen would be Dark Cacao shaming you and sending you back after your constant flirting… which didnt seem to be the case, if anything it did seem quite… out of character? The king didnt seem to be that fazed by your flirting, so… But on the other side, you could be expecting the end of the trip as he declared that all was well, and that the Cacao Kingdom would continue relations with the Rose Champagne Kingdom… Not really out of character and far more viable… still, if it were to be the case, why were you hesitating? Why were you feeling so heavy? Confused, you simply approached the door before stopping.

Were you, were you falling in love? No, there was no way, there was simply no way that you were falling in love with the King of the Cacao Kingdom, was it…?

“Your majesty, I’ve arrived…” You spoke as you finally took a step inside, bowing in front of the king, before he’d dismiss the other cookies in the room, letting you both alone in the room. “Is there, something you wished to discuss with me?”

“Yes, ahem… (y/n) cookie, there are some matters I must get to… involving you”

You lifted an eyebrow as he spoke, his nervousness apparent as he left the throne and walked towards you. Each step felt dangerous yet filled with a certain sense of unknown that scared you in some way. Yet you persisted, until he was right in front of you.

“Will… Ahem… Will you go on a date with me?”

“Huh?”

Now it was your turn to be taken aback. You stared at him dumbfounded as you felt all your worries and fears fade away into the dark. He looked at you curiously and you simply coughed before looking at him, smiling.

“... S-Sure, I dont mind!”

“You dont have to if you dont want to…”

“No-No, I do want to! Lets go on a date!”

It surely didnt go according to plan but, to say Hollyberry, who had been listening intently from behind one of the pillars, wasnt satisfied, would be an understatement.

[shall-we-die]

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{HBD Dear MC!~}

A list of gifts they gonna give you 🎁

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☰[Main list]•⊰ X Obey me!

#Part 1 📍 || #Part 2 || #Part 3 || #Part 4

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[Lucifer]:

A piece of music he composed, a bouquet of rare black roses, a vintage vinyl record of his favorite music genre, a handwritten letter and a necklace with a pendant.

[Mammon]:

A brand new car, an expensive watch, a gold necklace and the most expensive set of jewelry he could find. (With the help of Lucifer’s money of course)

[Leviathan]:

A signed rare copy of his favorite anime and manga series, rare figurines of his favorite characters, and a handmade bracelet made out of real gemstones.

[Satan]:

A box of homemade pastries that would always refill and never run out, a leather-bound notebook filled with his best poetry and a ring with a ruby attached to it.

[Asmodeus]:

A luxury spa package, his favorite book series and a perfume set that contained all his favorite scents.

[Beelzebub]:

A home cooked dinner, a bottle of champagne and a jar of his special honey.

[Belphegor]:

A big cuddly teddy bear, a warm blanket and pillows and, a big pillow-shaped chocolate cake.

[Diavolo]:

An exclusive tour of the Demon King’s castle, a luxurious robe and a box of sweets.

[Barbatos]:

A personal day out with him at his favorite places, a bottle of expensive tea and a vintage-style fountain pen.

[Simeon]:

A bouquet of rare pink roses and peonies, a box of chocolates as well as his homemade cookies, and a framed letter.

[Solomon]:

A handwritten book filled with magical spells and runes, a new spellbook which he designed himself, and a bottle of the rarest and most unique wine there is.

[Luke]:

A box set of his favorite stories, a new plushie and a box of his delicious pancakes.

[Raphael]:

A handmade sweater, a basket with all his favorite herbal teas and spices, and a box of his most precious herbs and plants.

[Mephistopheles]:

A box filled with all his favorite rare books, a handmade ceramic mug and a handcrafted blanket.

[Thirteen]:

A framed photo of the two of you together, a handmade plushie with all her favorite features and a big box of chocolates.

[delopsia]

Rhett has never really gotten the whole Valentine's thing.

You noticed it the first February you spent together; he'd been tilting his head at the endless pink and red aisles, quietly asking you what the point of it all was. Why give chocolates and plushes on a specific day when you can do it year-round? What's so special about it all?

He says all that as if he doesn't participate in it, too. Bringing you plushes of adorable animals holding little red hearts, sweets and flowers, and anything else that reminded him of you. He may not understand it, but he's not about to let his feelings cause him to miss out on spoiling you with your favorite things.

This year, though, you've got an idea.

With the recent hustle and bustle around the ranch he's working at, Rhett hasn't been home as much as usual. And when he is, those pretty eyes are so damn sleepy that he's got no energy to look around and notice where you've begun stashing things.

A bottle of champagne because every time he sees it in the store, he wonders what it tastes like. Variety chocolates, too many boxes of candy hearts, a bath gift set because he's always bugging you to take a bath together. Chocolate-covered pretzels, cookies, and handmade candies from the little shop that just opened in town. Best of all, you've gotten your hands on a pink masturbation sleeve. So well colored that it practically disappears once you've tucked everything into the basket, tied off with a long red ribbon.

Rhett heads out the door before dawn on Valentine's Day, leaving you with his traditional kiss on the forehead and a small bundle of goodies on the bedside table, ready for you to find them when your eyes open. It's full of all your usual favorites, topped off with an oversized plush of a strawberry cow. He must have kept it hidden in his clothes because when you hug it to your chest, it smells like him.

His eyes were hardly open when he left the house, and they're much of the same when he stumbles through the front door sometime after seven, calling your name as he toes off his boots. The only reason he notices the rose petals and candles scattered across the floor, is because one of his shoes fell off the rack.

He's not entirely sure what to think. Poking at the tiny, battery-powered candles with his foot as he follows the trail you've created for him. Still calling out your name, unsure as to why you have yet to show yourself.

It's the basket that gets him to stop in his tracks. Adorably placed in the center of the bed, right next to your brand-new cow. Virtually silent as he shifts the items inside, a grin sprawling across his face as he takes in all of the things you've gathered for him.

Soft hands appear on his waist, leading the way as your arms wrap around him, "Happy Valentine's Day, cowboy."

"Y' got all this fer me?" He's already toying with one of the chocolates, trying his best to conceal the excitement that rushes through his system.

And so far, he hasn't noticed his new toy.

"Mhm," pressing your lips to the back of his neck.

You knew he would open that bath set first, sleepy eyes flickering between you and the bathroom as if to ask for one more gift. So what if you've already got the water good and warm, ready to go the moment you turn it back on? It's just a coincidence.

It's been a minute since you've watched him peel off his shirt, pale skin bearing a few more bruises than normal. A scattering of blue and purple across his ribs from the unbridled rage of a particularly fussy heifer. Green and yellow spots on his thighs, with an origin he doesn't quite recall, but lets you kiss them regardless.

The water is absurdly pink, and if you'd known there was glitter in this bath bomb, you would have chosen a different set. You'll be sparkling for weeks. But you've already settled into it; Rhett is situating his back against your chest, head resting against yours, and you can't bring yourself to complain. Especially not when he dares to bite into a nondescript chocolate, nose wrinkling as he realizes it's filled with artificial cherry.

"Ain't even the good kind," he grumbles, tossing it toward the trash bin. For once, his aim is perfect.

But his disappointment is short-lived. Cut short by the lips that appear on his naked shoulder, the bad one that never truly recovered from his rodeo wreck. Guiding yourself up the side of his neck, drinking in his pretty groan as his mouth meets with yours, albeit strained from the angle.

Your hands roam across his soft belly, daring to dip down to massage the insides of his thighs, just shy of his rapidly swelling cock. Rubbing up, up, up, to lightly trace your nails across his balls, then back down again. Those eyelashes are fluttering. Breathing a little quicker than he was before.

"Where did...where did you get..." stumbling over his own words, as your hand reaches off to the side and produces that little sleeve. Pale pink, textured on the inside, just opaque enough for you to see through it.

Getting lube on him while in the water is certainly a...process, but Rhett is so damn eager that he hardly seems to notice your struggle.

You know you've made a good decision when his hips buck up, water sloshing as he cries out, so surprised by the feel of this unassuming little toy. One of your hands splays out against his chest, holding him to you, can feel the way his heart jumps when you glide the toy across him again.

"Again," he babbles, pawing at your wrist, still pumping him, "do that, do that—hah!"

It's a wonder the water stays in the bath because he can hardly keep himself still. Squirming and involuntarily kicking his legs, clinging to your wrist one moment and squeezing the edge of the tub the next. Only manages to keep still when he's twisted and turned enough to jam his head into the crook of your neck, panting so heavily that he sounds like he's run a marathon.

You could string it out. Edge him until he can't hold back any longer, but the exhaustion in his bones suggests he can't take any more pushing this week. So when he starts whimpering about being close, begging and begging you to let him cum, you do. Marveling at the sight of his head tilting, eyes falling shut as he cums with a cry that echoes all throughout the house.

By the time you get him into bed, he's as limp as a damn noodle. Struggling to keep himself upright, damn near falling into the sheets the moment he's close enough. The only reason he doesn't fall asleep when his head hits the pillow is because he's too busy waiting for you to settle into his arms.

Then he falls asleep in the middle of his thank you. And maybe he's starting to get the point of this whole Valentine's thing because you wake up to the feeling of him kissing your thighs late in the morning. Smooches punctuated with lazy mutterings about how he wishes Valentine's Day lasted a whole week rather than just one day.

He makes the festivities last for an entire seven days, that's for sure.

[simsterslife]

What would your perfect date look like? CC finds! ❤️

✼ peonies bouquet | cookies box | donuts

✼ books bouquet | champagne | key

✼ box of roses | breakfast | pizza

✼ heart cake | weed set | gnome

Thank you to all cc creators! ♡ @ars-botanica @mel-bennett @simmerkate @soloriya @lunaticavillage @afrosimtricsims @misssemira

[losfacedevil]

Champagne, Caviar, Anyone? // SFK

a/n~ Hey guys! Welcome to the first in a series of Valentines Day themed requests turned series! I hope you all enjoy these as much as I’ve enjoyed creating them! WC:3.9k

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI ~ Smut, heavy petting-ish, fingering (F!receiving)

Valentine’s Day was not your favorite holiday.

Many past relationships left you disappointed, the holiday breezing past without so much as a card or the utterance of a ‘Happy Valentine’s Day.’ But this year you knew something was different. There was a lightness in the air, and a pep in Sam’s step that wasn’t usually there. He wasted no time in wrapping you up in his arms, pulling your back flush against his chest and buried his face in your hair. He swayed your bodies together, humming a tune under his breath and placed soft kisses all over your cheek.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You mumbled, your guard fully up as he pressed his body against yours and pulled you away from the counter. A soft chuckle emanated from his chest and he turned on his heel, pulling you along with him.

“Well I was thinking we could go out to dinner but mom brought over her famous lasagna earlier so I popped it in the oven while you were on your way home, it’ll be done in the next few minutes.” He mumbled, slowly walking you towards the living room. A soft smile spread across your face as your eyes landed on the coffee table. Tall tapered candles were lit on either side of the table, illuminating the vase of roses and box of chocolates complete with a cheesy card in a soft flickering glow.

“So I get my favorite lasagna and a candle lit dinner with the silly little valentines chocolates for dessert?” You mumbled, laying your head back against his shoulder. The rumble of the chuckle that danced up his throat sent a shiver down your spine and you turned in his grasp, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

“And why pray tell, have we gone all out?” You mumbled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. Sam furrowed his brows and cocked his head to the side.

“The candy and card isn’t enough of a reminder? It’s Valentine’s Day, I had to make it special for my girl.” He wrapped his arms tightly around your mid section, pulling you as close to him as he could and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. The urge to roll your eyes was strong, Valentine’s Day, the holiday always left a sour taste in your month.

“Ah yes, the one day a year guys either completely disregard or end up over compensating for because they’ve done nothing for their girlfriends all year. How could I forget such a big Hallmark holiday.” You knew your tone sounded sarcastic and we’re hoping he would just laugh it off, but Sam shook his head and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t sound so thrilled for the Princess treatment.” He chuckled, turning his head towards the kitchen as the timer on the oven began to sound. He nodded in the direction of the kitchen and unraveled himself from you, slowly heading towards the oven.

"If you'd ask me, every day could be Valentine's Day." He joked, slipping his hands into two mismatched oven mitts and pulled the oven door open, bending at the waist and slowly removed the cookie sheet housing the aluminum pan with your dinner.

“Valentine’s Day is a joke anyway, it’s just some man made Hallmark holiday to get people to spend money.” You mumbled, puttering around the kitchen as he slowly peeled the aluminum foil off of the lasagna pan. Sam rolled his eyes, your rock hard exterior only egging him on to crack your shell and get to your soft center.

“I’m trying to be cute and shit and you’re over here raining on my parade.” He chuckled, turning his attention to you. He couldn’t help but watch as you stretched up to reach the plates on the top shelf of the cupboard, your shirt riding up and exposing the smallest sliver of skin. A soft sigh escaped you as the plate slipped out of your grasp towards the back of the cupboard.

“Can you help me, please? Instead of ogling me.” You giggled softly, watching as Sam’s jaw dropped and he sauntered slowly over to where you stood. He rested his hand on the counter next to you and pressed his body flush against yours, reaching up and pulling the plate from the cupboard effortlessly.

“Ogling you my ass.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms securely around your middle and buried his face in the crook of your neck, placing soft, territorial kisses to your skin. You pulled a deep breath in through your nose and let your head fall to the side, allowing him easier access to your neck.

“I warm up the dinner my mother so lovingly made, got you all the cheesy gifts even though I knew you don’t care for the holiday and this is how you act, hmm? Just wait til you see what’s in store for the rest of the night and we’ll see if the attitude stays.” His voice was low, a sultry tone dripping from his words. A nervous giggle slipped past your lips and you pushed your hips back, pressing your ass firmly against his groin.

“That’s right, dinner. I think you should be the one plating it - seeing as it’s Valentine’s Day and all.” You giggled tilting your head to rest back against his shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“You’re pushing it, little one.” Sam chucked, unraveling himself from you and slid the plates off of the counter top as he slowly made his way back to the stove. Your eyes danced slowly up the length of his figure, watching the way his hips swayed, and, knowing he was exaggerating it, pulled a deep breath in through your nose and blew a wolf whistle in his direction.

“Little one.” He warned, shooting a glance over his shoulder as he selected the metal spatula out of the holder and began to cut and plate the steaming lasagna.

There was something about the tone in which he spoke, the things his said and how he moved about around you that had you swooning. There was no questioning how he felt, and the love that he held for you - even when you pushed his buttons. His eyes found yours as he scooped both plates into his hands and turned on a heel. He held them out for you to take and nodded towards the living room.

“Go get comfy, I’ll be right there.” He mumbled, slipping the plates into your hands and delivered a soft tap to your ass as you walked by. You couldn’t help the way you let your eyes roll as you slowly made your way into the living room and sank down onto the couch, placing the plates down gently on the table in front of you.

“I heard a little rosé pairs well with lasagna but, I guess we’ll be the judges of that.” Sam chuckled, making his way around the couch and bent at the waist, placing two flutes of champagne on the coffee table before plopping down onto the couch. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you watched Sam settle against the back of the couch and scoop up his plate in his hand.

“Champagne, caviar, anyone?” You quoted Josh, giggling at the way Sam scrunched up his nose.

“Don’t quote my brother when we’re on a date.” He chuckled, cutting a bite sized piece of pasta and stabbed it with the fork, blowing on it to cool the molten sauce and cheese before leaning forward and held it out in your direction.

“Open.” He chuckled as you wiggled your eyebrows at him and did as you were told. His eyes lit up as yours fluttered shut and you savored the flavor of the lasagna, playing it up because you knew he was watching you intently. It was the caress of his hand against your cheek that had your eyes springing open, and he swiped his thumb carefully across your bottom lip before pushing the digit through your partially parted lips.

“That’s my girl.” Your eyes grew wide and you shifted in your seat, swatting away the hand that fed you and leaned forward to pick up your own plate before settling back against the couch and savoring the meal.

~*~*~

It wasn’t long before the warmth caused by the champagne was coursing through your veins, causing your giggles to be higher pitched and his eyes to be screwed shut at boisterous belly laughs escaped him. Sam had his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders, cradling your body against his and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“Oh, so a little food and champagne melts the attitude right out of you, does it?” His tone was taunting, trying to get a rise out of you. A soft giggle escaped your chest as you reached over and gripped his thigh, letting your hand slide down into the crevice where his leg meets his hip.

“What attitude? I have no idea what you’re talking about. But what I do hear is the dishes calling your name. Maybe you should be doing them instead of playing with me.” You knew you’d get a rise out of him quicker than he would get a rise out of you. The arm he had wrapped around your shoulder tensed, pulling your body closer to his and grazed his teeth against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

“There it is.” He mumbled. Reaching up he wrapped his hand around your throat gently, squeezing the sides just enough for your breath to hitch. A giggle escaped you as you settled your hand over his lap, feeling exactly what you were doing to him. You pulled a deep breath in through your nose and calmed the fire in your gut, turning your head to place a soft kiss to his forehead.

“You put the food away, I’ll take care of the dishes and then… well we’ll see where the night takes us.” You cooed, waiting patiently as he unraveled himself from you and pushed to stand, holding out his hand to pull you up from the couch.

“Is that so? You’re calling the shots now?” He chuckled, wrapping his arms gently around your waist and pulled you firmly against him. You nodded lightly, pressing up onto your toes to steal a kiss from his permanently pouted lips. Sam scrunched up his nose and furrowed his brows, pulling back slightly to look down at you.

“Chores now and we won’t have to worry about them later.” You shrugged, wiggling away from him and walked off towards the kitchen. Sam watched your hips sway as you slowly made your way over to the sink and turned on the faucet.

He made quick work of replacing the aluminum foil over the pan of lasagna and popped the pan into the fridge. Shutting the door gently he used to handle to steady himself as he reached up above his head and stretched out his stiff spine. You threw a look over your shoulder, smiling at the way he groaned and scrunched up his face before righting himself and turned to face you.

“Can you maybe get those dishes done, please? Instead of ogling me.” He quipped, unable to hide the laughter in his voice as he sauntered over to you and wrapped himself around you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Placing your hands on the counter you pushed back, slowly grinding your ass against him.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help but ogle you when you look so sweet. Maybe I want a taste.” His arms stiffened slightly around you waist, holding you in place and he grazed his teeth softly against your neck in a warning of sorts. He ran his nose along the shell of your ear, blowing a cool steam of air against the back of your earlobe.

“I can promise you a taste before the nights over.” He mumbled, letting his hand slip dangerously low against the waistband of your sweats and you pushed back more, trying to encourage his hand lower. A sinful chuckle sounded from his chest and he placed soft, open mouthed kissed to your neck before slowly unraveling himself from you. The soft whine that escaped you at the loss of contract pulled another sinister chuckle from his chest and he spun on his hell, slowly sauntering away from you.

The feeling in your chest was unmistakable. He made your heart soar, and butterflies that you thought long since dead spring to life in your stomach. Though his gestures were simple they meant everything to you, having almost never been thought of on Valentines Day years prior. You slowly finished washing the dishes, being extra careful with the thin glass champagne flutes and placed them upside down on a hand towel to dry.

Turning off the faucet, you breathed a sigh of relief and slowly made your way down the hall to your bedroom, expecting to find Sam curled up in his favorite pair of sweats. A pout tugged at the corners of your lips as you rounded the corner and found the bed empty and Sam nowhere in sight. It was then that you heard the bathtub faucet spring to life, the water cascading down into the jacuzzi tub sounding like a damn had broken.

You made your way slowly down the hall to the bathroom, one your dad and pop had designed especially for the little fish of a girl who lived in the tub. Sam was kneeling down next to the tub and bent over the side gently, pouring just enough bubble bath solution into the steady stream of water. A soft smile spread across your face as you watch him dip his fingers into the stream, washing away any solution that may have splashed onto his digits. He winced slightly, signaling to you that the water was scalding and he had plans to soak for a while.

“A bubble bath all for me?” You said, raising your voice so you could be heard over the running water. Sam whipped his head around and a sheepish smile spread across his face as he pushed himself to stand and took the three steps towards you. He reached out and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against his body and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I was thinking, the perfect way to end the day would be to soak it all in with you, unless… Princess doesn’t wanna come out to play.” He chuckled, knowing you had been riled up all evening. A cheeky smile spread across your face as you pushed up onto your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his face down to yours.

“Maybe Princess just wants to be pampered today, hmm? And then maybe you’ll get a reward.” You giggled, knowing that you calling the shots would pull the side you craved to see out of him. A snicker emanated from his chest as his hands danced up your sides and he cupped your cheeks in his hands, wrapping his pinky and ring fingers gently around the sides of your neck.

“Oh is that so? Princess wants to be taken care of hmmm?” Sam chuckled, peppering kisses all over your cheeks.

Turning his head to the right he spotted your hair brush and scooped it up off of the counter, slowly beginning to pull the bristles through your hair. A shiver ran down your spine every time the bristles ran over your scalp and you let your eyes flutter shut as he turned you in his grasp. He detangled your hair quickly, stopping only to shut off the tap and let the bath water settle. Slowly he brushed all of your hair into his open palm, collecting even the fly away strands and secured it all into a scrunchie at the back of your head. Leaning down he pressed soft kisses to the back of your neck and raised goosebumps along your skin.

He helped you pull your shirt off up over your head, his eyes never leaving yours as you reached around behind you and unclasped your brain with one hand. He chuckled as he quickly stripped himself of his clothes and stepped back, slowly climbing into the deep tub. He held his hands out to you, waiting for you to place you palms against his and wrapped his large hands around yours. He guided you into the tub, making sure you didn’t slip before placing his hands on your hips and helped you sink down into the hot water with him.

A soft groan escaped him as the hot water enveloped his cool skin and he let you situate yourself between his legs before reaching and out pulling you to lay back against his chest. He traced soft, soothing circles into the skin of your thigh and you pulled a deep breath in through your nose, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. You reveled in the comfortable silence that fell over you, his hands dancing slowly over the length of your thighs.

“Thank you for tonight.” You mumbled, letting your eyes slip shut as you breathed in the mingling scents of the bubble bath and a musk that was unmistakably Sam. He nodded his head and hummed softly, an almost sleepy sound slipping though his nose as his hand slowly crept closer to your core.

“It was the least I could do. You take care of me constantly. I wanted to take care of you.” His voice was whisper soft, raising goosebumps on your skin as he spoke directly into your ear. Sam cupped his hand around your core and slowly applied pressure to your clit with the heel of his palm. Gone was the man who wanted full control, that pushed boundaries and used safe words. In his place sat a softer version of the man you had fallen in love with. Your mind drew to the way his fingers slowly, and lazily stroked your clit - no intentions in his mind other than you make you feel good.

You swallowed hard, shifting the way you were sitting so his lazy fingers were dancing closer to the spot he knew would send you over the edge. A soft chuckle escaped him and he reached up, capturing your chin in between his thumb and index finger.

“Is this okay?” He muttered, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your lips. You nodded into the kiss, allowing him to continue his lazy dance against your core. You couldn’t help the soft giggles that slipped past your lips and you leaned back, breaking the kiss.

“So how was work?” Sam chuckled and turned his head to press soft kisses to your cheek. You shook your head gently, knowing his tricks all too well.

“It was… work. Customers suck, and my… coworkers need a uh… reality check.” You pulled the words from the recesses of your mind as you tried to focus on both his question and the feel of his fingers lazily dragging over your core.

“Your coworkers, huh? What did they do?” A sigh slipped past your lips and your eyes fluttered shut, getting lost in the sensations coursing through your body.

“They’re just… assholes.”

There was something in the soft movements of his hand that was driving you quickly towards the edge, something in the way he so lazily stroked against your core. Your breathing quickened slightly and he leaned his head down, wrapping his lips around your shoulder and began to suck on your skin. Your back arched of its own accord, pulling a deep breath in through your nose and cleared your throat softly.

“Sammy, please.” Your voice held a tone of desire he loved and he couldn’t help but chuckle against your skin as he sped up the movements of his fingers just slightly. A sinful chuckle escaped his lips as he felt your body tense, and he slid his fingers down to tease your entrance, sliding two fingers effortlessly inside of you.

“What is it, Princess?” He cooed, chuckling again as you pressed your head harder back against his shoulder. He curled his fingers, a gentle ‘come hither’ motion pressing the tips of his fingers against where you needed his the most. A sad giggle mixed with a soft moan escaped you as you dug your fingers into the muscle of his thigh. Sam nodded his head and pressed the heel of his hand against your clit, applying just enough pressure to send you over the edge. A gasp escaped you and you tucked your bottom lip tightly between your teeth, stifling the louder sounds that threatened to escape you.

“Atta girl, so good giving it to me.” He mumbled, the quick slip from soft Sam into his more attention seeking side almost fully unseen. He reached down and placed his hand over yours, gently prying your fingers off of his thigh. A tired giggle slipped past your lips as you rubbed soothing circles against his skin, knowing you had probably left fingerprint shaped bruises in your wake.

“Sammy.” Your voice sounded dreamy and you let your head roll to the side, pressing lazy kisses against his neck. Sam let his eyes flutter shut, reveling in the feeling of your weight pressed against his chest. He resumed the slow dance of his fingers across your stomach, sending shivers throughout your body.

“Do you wanna get out and get comfy?” His voice was low and dreamy, laced with a bliss he wasn’t sure the source of. You nodded slightly and pushed yourself up off of his chest, slowly rising to stand and stepped out of the tub. You wrapped yourself in one of the fuzzy towel that lay folded on the toilet seat and watched as Sam opened the drain and rose to his feet, stepping out of the tub and made his way over to you.

“Hi.” He chuckled, leaning down to pluck a towel off of the toilet lid and wrapped himself up in it. Leaning up on your toes you pressed a soft kiss to his lips and pushed past him sauntering into the bedroom.

“Hey!” He chuckled, taking off after you. You laid across the bed, wrapped up in your fluffy towel and let your eyes flutter shut, the realm of sleep threatening to overtake you. Sam dried off quickly and plucked two clean pairs of boxers out of the clean laundry basket that sat waiting to be folded and quickly slipped them on.

“C‘mon, dry off.” He cooed, standing in front of you with his hands held out in your direction. You pried your eyes open and pushed yourself into a seated position, slowly rising to your feet. Reaching out he rubbed his hands over your arms, creating warmth with the friction. You dried yourself off slowly and tossed the towel into the dirty laundry basket before collapsing back down onto the bed.

Sam chuckled lightly and kneeled down in front of you, slowly slipping your feet into the legs on the boxers and slid them up the length of your legs. He climbed up the length of the bed and got comfy, patting the bed with his hand to get your attention.

“Up here, love. Come lay with me.” A soft smile caressed his face as you slowly crawled up the length of the bed and curled up against his side. He let his fingers dance over your bare back, tickling and raising goosebumps on your skin as he lulled you to sleep.

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[reidsbookclub]

little Valentine's Day blurb

Spencer x female bau reader CW: short and unedited because I just missed writing that I wrote what came to my mind.

He walked into the flower shop hands shaking, his bottom lip almost bleeding with how hard he is biting it, he is second guessing himself wondering if you would finally see him or if you would laugh behind his back. The scent of flowers attacking him left and right, but one single bouquet catching his attention above all others. This bouquet did not have one single rose instead it was full of sunflowers, reminding him of the ray of sunshine you bring into his life.

******************************* He walked into the BAU immediately noticing how Penelope decked out the bullpen with hearts everywhere. Taking advantage of the empty bullpen he secretly leaves the sunflowers in your desk, hoping that you would like them. Lost in his own mind he did not hear you walk in nor did he hear you calling his name over and over again. "Spence!!!" you finally scream to grab his attention "sorry what?" giggling you say "I asked if you saw who you left these here for me?" "oh.. no sorry" he replied sheepishly What Spencer did not know is that one Luke Alvez had seen him from the corner of the kitchenette, already plotting on how he would play cupid to get you both together because he knew that you were the reason that math equation cookies where currently hidden on his desk drawer along with a secret admirer note. Not sure who is active on my taglist so just tagging a couple of friends I know might like to read this. Feedback greatly appreciated @samuel-de-champagne-problems @reid-ingandweeping @boldlyvoid @reidsaurora @foxy-eva

[blond-jerk-tourney]

Brackets + Participants Masterlist

Have you ever thought who is the JERKIEST and MOST LOVEABLE MEAN BLOND ASSHOLE?? Well then this is the tournament for you!

read this if you're new

complete list under cut. the order of images does not reflect matchups.

Champagne Bracket (alphabetized by media)

Sakyo Furuichi from A3! Act! Addict! Actors! Kristoph Gavin from Ace Attorney Veruca Salt from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (musical) Clotted Cream Cookie from Cookie Run Yoshiki Kishinuma from Corpse Party Jiwoo from Dandelion - Wishes Brought To You - Byakuya Togami from Danganronpa Hiyoko Saionji from Danganronpa Eichi Tenshouin from Ensemble Stars Nazuna Nito from Ensemble Stars Karin Sauer from Fear and Hunger Rufus Shinra from Final Fantasy Zenos yae Galvus from Final Fantasy XIV Sharpay Evans from High School Musical Vace from I Was a Teenage Exocolonist Natsume Minami from Idolish7 Cindy from Kindergarten Felix from Kindergarten Larxene from Kingdom Hearts Kromer from Limbus Company Johnny Cage from Mortal Kombat Mikhael / THE MAVERICK from OMORI Ryuji Sakamoto from Persona 5 Bede from Pokémon Sword and Shield Oleana from Pokémon Sword and Shield Babette from Raggedy Ann and Andy A Musical Adventure Haley from Stardew Valley Joshua Kiryu from The World Ends With You Clownpiece from Touhou Project: Legacy of Lunatic Kingdom Vil Shoenheit from Twisted Wonderland Camus from Uta no Prince-sama Ryuji Goda from Yakuza Honey Bracket (alphabetized by media)

Andrew Minyard from All for the Game Mean Generic Golden Retriever from Anon Ask (link) War from Bonus Links AU by @bonus-links Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes Richard Lazarus from Doctor Who MacKenzie Hollister from Dork Diaries Ryusui Nanami from Dr. Stone The Blond "weird sister"/"bride of dracula" from Dracula Arte Ente Conchita from Evillious Chronicles Dave Strider from Homestuck Dirk Strider from Homestuck Trophy from Inanimate Insanity Emma Frost from Marvel Comics (usually X-men titles) Brittnay Matthews from Most Popular Girls in School Ambrosius Goldenloin from Nimona (comic) Danburite “Danny” Skinner the OC of @porcelain-animatronic Rose Thorburn Jr. from Pact (art by @wraith_ly on twitter) Brandish/Carol Dallon from Parahumans (art by @cpericardium Glory Girl/Victoria Dallon from Parahumans (art by @cpericardium) Goddess/Bianca from Parahumans (art by raikiri on reddit) Tattletale/Lisa Wilbourn from Parahumans (art by monkeyjay on reddit) Shaka from Saint Seiya  Thranduil from The Hobbit Achilles from The Illiad (art by ancient greek polychromatic pottery painter c. 300BC) Ianthe Tridentarius from The Locked Tomb (art by @starcanist) Dorian Gray from The Picture of Dorian Gray Adam Parrish from The Raven Cycle Rachel from Tower of God Arlo from Unordinary Mathis Quigley Sr. from Unsounded Benedict from Violet Evergarden Linton Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights

Platinum Bracket (alphabetized by media) Brad Morton from American Dragon: Jake Long Biff Tannen from the Back to the Future Trilogy Patriarchy!Ken from Barbie Howard Hamlin from Better Call Saul Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer  Johnny Lawrence from Cobra Kai/Karate Kid Daring Charming from Ever After High Ed Rooney from Ferris Bueller's Day Off Zap Brannigan from Futurama Joffrey from Game of Thrones Gideon from Gravity Falls Heather Chandler from Heathers Helga Pataki from Hey Arnold Simon from Infinity Train Dee Reynolds from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia Cindy from Jimmy Neutron Ankh from Kamen Rider OOO Villanelle from Killing Eve Regina George from Mean Girls Arthur Pendragon from Merlin Skwisgaar Skwigelf from Metalocalypse Chloé Bourgeois from Miraculous Ladybug Steff McKee from Pretty in Pink Angelica Pickles from Rugrats Gunther and Tinka Hessenheffer from Shake It Up Prince Charming from Shrek Bartleby Montclair from Sonic Underground Illya Kuryakin from The Man From UNCLE (2015) Lyle Lanley from The Simpsons Tom "Iceman" Kazansky from Top Gun Julia from Total Drama / Total Takes Flash Thompson from Ultimate Spider-Man Strawberry Bracket (alphabetized by media) Lilith Bristol from Absolute Duo Rio from Assassination Classroom  Mello from Death Note Beelzebumon from Digimon Tamers Laxus Dreyar from Fairy Tail Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist Char Aznable from Gundam Kei Tsukishima from Haikyuu!! Shaiapouf from Hunter x Hunter Anzu Futaba from Idolm@ster: Cinderella Girls Dio Brando from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Isobe from Kamisama Kiss Nozomu Nanashima from Kiss Him Not Me Hanazawa Teruki from Mob Psycho 100  Katsuki Bakugo from My Hero Academia Neito Monoma from My Hero Academia Arcangelo Corelli from Neo Yokio Cavendish from One Piece Donquixote Doflamingo from One Piece Sanji from One Piece Panty Anarchy from Panty and Stocking Nanami Kiryuu from Revolutionary Girl Utena Jadeite from Sailor Moon Zoisite from Sailor Moon Akagi Ritsuko from Shin Seiki Evangelion Sofia from Space Dandy Kuusuke Saiki from The Disastrous Life of Saiki K Ryou Shirogane from Tokyo Mew Mew Sylvio Sawatari from Yugioh Arc V Malik/Marik Ishtar from Yugioh Duel Monsters  Mizael from Yugioh Zexal Yuri Plisetsky from Yuri on Ice The brackets are based on the type of media they are from. It isn't perfect but I think that is okay. I was thinking of posting all the initial matchups, but I've decided I don't want to change them as they are now and I also want them to be surprises.

[ohyouvefoundme]

•OC Drawing•

•Claire and Rue•

(Cotton Rose Cookie and Rose Champagne Cookie)

The song request was a duet, unfortunate for the both of them, they had to perform together.

[adore-laur]

AULD LANG SYNE

— gold rush christmas flashbacks (read parts 1-4 first)⏳

❅ ❅ ❅

How's one to know if love is everlasting? 

Harry used to prioritize the notion with you, sealing the promise with a glistening diamond ring on your finger, because that's what love is, right? Marrying the one person you can't live without. He vowed to be eternally yours, making up for lost time with secret oaths of pleasure and intimate words that unfurled from his tongue like the petals of a rose. 

Each garland of his ivy intertwined perfectly with yours, the spark of young love nurturing every vine that started to wilt from the first dusting of snowfall.

Yet that light soon eclipsed with a shadow of neglect. 

The last glimpse of radiance Harry witnessed was one he took for granted. You were right there, shining just for him, but the moment burned out right beneath his fingertips. 

He remembers getting lost in the cadence of your voice and the familiarity of your presence. Blue lights had danced over your figure as you stood on your tiptoes and turned the house into a winter wonderland, a certain glow to your skin that only he knew the cause of.

                              ❅ Time Gone By ❅ 

Harry stopped you from gracing around the room like an angel on ice skates by trapping you in a one-armed hug from behind, a champagne flute of vintage Dom Pérignon in his hand. Your delicate fingers reached up to hook a shiny ornament on one of the tree's upper branches, right where they started to narrow. It made him realize it had been far too long since he'd been home as he took in the evergreen standing tall and proud before him. 

Cheek to cheek, Harry swayed your frame to the faint Christmas music playing in the background. He watched your every move, from how you resettled the ornament an inch over because you were a perfectionist to how you leaned back into his chest to get a better look at your work. He wanted to put you in his pocket like a plucked primrose and take you everywhere with him. 

"How many more..." Your voice faded as your spirited eyes scanned the living room. You released yourself from his hold when you spotted the box of ornaments, much to his reluctance. 

Harry sauntered over to the fireplace while taking a sip of his drink. After setting his glass down, he grabbed the fire poker and opened the chain mail curtain to shift the logs around. The flames instantly grew stronger, crackling louder as orange embers tried and failed to escape. They seemed to know there could only be one clinquant brilliance in the room. 

Magnetizing admiration guided his gaze to you once again as he sat down and folded his legs on the carpet. Once he was comfortable, he grabbed the half-empty bottle of champagne on the hearth and poured more of the effervescent liquid into his glass. The roaring fire heated his back as he coated his tongue with refined notes of ripe fruit and vanilla. Moonlight gleamed through the window and reflected off the many decorations he had helped place in every crevice of the house. The sweet smell of sugar cookies straight out of the oven made his stomach rumble with delight.

Then there was you, the only thing he could truly focus on for longer than a minute.

With your hair pinned back with silver snowflake clips, it was like he was seeing you for the first time. A halting feeling of falling in love all over again nestled into his heart, and you didn't even have to say a single word. 

"Why are you staring at me?" 

Harry almost laughed at your question. How could he not stare at you? You were made for him. 

Smirking over the rim of his glass, he said, "I have a complaint," then took a quick sip and stood up. 

You turned back to the tree, pensively looking it up and down. "Do you not approve of my decorating?" 

"You're doing a wonderful job, baby." He emptied his hand and beckoned you toward him. "Come here. Take a break for a little bit." 

You shyly shrugged your shoulder up to your cheek, his favorite habit of yours, and made your way to him. You wrapped both arms around his waist, then rested your chin on his chest with raised eyebrows in silent questioning. 

"My complaint," he said lowly while smoothing his thumb over your temple that had somehow collected glitter, "is that I can't see the bump when you wear sweaters." 

The tightening of your hold warmed him through, along with the knitted material loosely draped over your upper half. "It's too cold to wear anything else," you replied, smiling knowingly. 

Reaching around your waist, Harry bunched the material of your sweater behind your back and tugged on it until it tightened around the small, growing curve of your stomach. "There," he whispered satisfactorily, grinning and glancing up at you with a boyish glint in his eyes.

You just scoffed amusedly and swatted his hands away before unraveling yourself from him to continue hanging the last of the ornaments. Two glass spheres dusted with lines of gold glitter were still waiting to be put on the tree with your strategic placement. Blue twinkling lights still needed to be strung and weaved around the protruding branches. The tinsel garland, adorned with sparkling leaves and flowers, still needed to be embellished on the staircase's banister. Harry, however, thought all those things could wait. He wanted his wife's undivided attention. 

One of the cardboard boxes contained mistletoe, so he searched through them while he hummed along to Eartha Kitt's rich, sensual voice. After noisily sifting through miscellaneous Christmas items, he finally found the artificial red berry attached to an even more artificial plant. While your back was turned, he plucked it out and quietly walked toward you, turning up the volume of "Santa Baby" with the remote on his way over. 

"Hey," he said, tickling the nape of your neck with the mistletoe.

You squealed and damn near elbowed him in the stomach. "Stop! You're supposed to be helping me." 

"We have all night to do this." 

"There's only a few more hours until Christmas. We should have done this weeks ago." 

Harry's warm hands traveled under your sweater and splayed over your first-trimester bump. It wasn't fully rounded out, yet it was still a bump, and he loved it dearly, even if a baby hadn't been meant to happen so soon. "We've been worried about other things, yeah?" he murmured secretively, even though no one was around to eavesdrop. 

"Yeah," you replied breathily. 

"But just think... this time next year, we'll be spending Christmas together as a family of three." 

"When are we going to tell people? I won't be able to hide it for much longer." 

The anxiousness on your face worried him. He knew that sooner or later, the ravenous public would find out. It was only a matter of time before the vultures came circling, and his pledge of protection would again be at risk. 

"Let's talk about it later," he dismissed, rubbing a circle around your belly before retreating his tender touch and spinning you around. Once you were facing him, he asked, "Can I have a kiss?" 

"You're trying to distract me." 

"Just one kiss. Pretty please."

You trailed your fingers down his arm. "Begging gets you nowhere."

He mockingly grumbled an echo of what you said and bent down slightly to wrap a strong arm around your waist, effortlessly lifting you as you scrambled to hook your pajama-clad legs around him. 

"I want to dance with you," he said, staring at your glowing cheeks. “I beg of you." 

"Put me down, then." 

"What kind of dance do you fancy? Polka? Waltz? Ballroom tango?" 

You laughed as Harry set you back on the floor. "Remember when you danced the polka with my grandma at our wedding?" 

"I couldn't keep up with her!" he replied humorously, loving how your eyes reacted by sparkling. "Had me tripping over my feet and everything." 

There was a beautiful mixture of yours and his laugh at the memory, and amid the mirth, Harry grabbed your right hand with his and held it against his chest while his other rested on the small of your back. It became a gentle sway to "Silver and Gold" with the occasional twirl and romantic dip, the two of you spinning around in a personal snow globe. He touched his forehead to yours, lazily smiling down at your lips, then nudged your nose with his before tilting his head to kiss you nice and slow. Lips that tasted like sugar melted into his, soft and addictive. His senses were heightened by the champagne he drank. His feet stopped moving as he got lost in the moment, entirely focused on how your kisses couldn't seem to catch up with his. The breathless sounds you released and the wet pops of your lips separating made him fall under your enchanting spell. 

"Your phone," you mumbled through lazy kisses. 

"Hmm?" Harry hummed distractedly, kissing you again before opening his eyes and licking his swollen lips. 

"I think your phone is ringing," you said more clearly, pulling away. 

He processed the default ringtone and sincerely hoped it was just his mother wishing him a Merry Christmas from across the pond. Sighing, he unlaced your fingers with his and gave the back of your hand a semi-comforting pat before walking over to his vibrating phone on the hearth. He had seen the disappointed look on your face—it pained him every time. Deep down, he knew who might really be calling him. 

The assumption proved to be correct when he checked the screen. The familiar number was work-related. He answered the call with a guilty scratch behind his head and left you in the living room. 

How easy it could have been to just ignore it, but second nature had a poisonous grasp around his heart. 

❅ ❅ ❅ 

How's one to know when the first crack in the glass will shatter into a million fragments of love astray? 

A capricious shift in your husband's demeanor created the first sign of rupture. Pixelated countenances of despondency and physical guises of weariness were little fissures that shaped a shard so minimal that you could have brushed it aside if not for the inescapable ache in your chest that mercilessly came around at nightfall like clockwork. 

The withering love between you and him was a ticking time bomb made of glass left to be disarmed by whoever was audacious enough to get their hands near the lethal sparks. 

Yet the fuse burned out quicker than expected. 

That fateful detonation happened at midnight in the winter. Harry was the culprit, and he never realized it until his unspoken fear blew up in his face. 

You remember it all too well. The stillness was so deafening in your empty home, barren winter seeping through the walls and icing over a bed of primroses to paralyze them from growing further. 

                             ❅ Time Gone By ❅

A pathetic excuse of a Christmas tree in the corner was the only provider of light in the otherwise caliginous bedroom. Sitting in the opposite corner, you tucked your knees to your chest and let your husband's slurred greeting on the phone fill the lonesome silence. It was better than nothing, you supposed. 

The first question you asked him was a straight nosedive toward the forthcoming bone crush. "Have you been drinking?" 

Harry sniffed and replied, "Whiskey, yeah." 

You shook off his lethargic tone and plastered on a smile. "Must be nice." 

"Pour yourself a glass," he said, his voice sounding far away. You assumed you were on speakerphone. "It's the holidays, innit?" 

"Can't. I need to pump later." 

"Oh. That's right." A strange lull of silence passed. "How is she, by the way?" 

Brass-knuckled fists squeezed your heart when you told him, "She misses you a lot." 

It was an unequivocal lie. You weren't sure if she would even remember him when he eventually came home. In the year since her impromptu arrival, her own dad had been across the world more than he'd been at the house in Nashville. 

"I'll be home at the end of January," Harry assured you. I just have a few more promo appearances that I need to make." 

He didn't need to, did he? With a snap of his fingers and his gift of persuasion, it shouldn't have been that hard to fly back to his family when needed. You wondered if he heard himself, ignorant of the fact that his selfish words pierced you as a mother doing everything on her own. Surely, he felt guilty, but he was an expert at shrouding the parasite. 

"Why can't you cancel everything and stay with us for the holidays?" you asked, letting out a muted laugh. 

Through a phone call with no way to see your face, Harry didn't quite catch your attempt at being humorous. "You know the answer to that," he answered accusatorially. 

"No, I really don't." The mercurial shift in moods with him was something you'd gotten used to. "Tomorrow is Christmas, and you're in Los Angeles. Not with your family. It doesn't make sense to me." 

"Are we arguing right now?" he asked through a yawn. "I'm too tired to argue, love."

Patience wearing thin, you took a brutal dig at his buried flaws. "No, you're too drunk to understand how miserable this has been for me. God forbid that I want you home with our baby." 

Harry scoffed and then dared to bitterly laugh. "Don't give me that petty shit, all right? You know my job, and you know my schedule. It's never changed." 

"It should change now that you're a dad, don't you think?"

"Why do we always end up fighting when I call you? I've got better things I could be doing." 

Cruel. Harry could be so casually cruel when drinking. On the last phone call, his tongue, as dangerous as a deadly weapon, had been laced with Hennessy and Coke. 

"Our daughter's first Christmas, and you aren't here," you thought aloud while shaking your head slowly. The worst type of tears, ones stemming from frustration, prickled behind your eyes. 

"You're being mean," Harry said quietly, every outside noise from his end being cut off except for his breathy voice, sounding like a gust of wind had taken it and carried it to you. His phone was now held up to his ear.

You stood your ground. "I think I'm being fair. I'm not asking much from you." 

"Fuck's sake," he muttered before clearing his throat. "I can't do two things at once."

His words were a poison-soaked dagger to your flesh, cutting right to the bone and unleashing the blood of vulnerability and hurt from the man who had once vowed to never cause you such harm. 

Being a husband and a dad—Harry, of all people, should have been able to balance those two responsibilities with no problem. Where was his sudden spitefulness coming from? 

You let out a morose noise of disbelief and confessed, "I hate you sometimes." 

Harry sighed. "I love you," he said with that goddamned soft voice of his, a blatant attempt to veer away from the issue at hand. 

Your emotions finally broke through, the lump in your throat growing until it started to ache. Looking down at the silver wedding ring on your finger, you wondered if he put it there just to lock you in. Little did he know that you were about to go down an agonizing route to get the key. 

"Right now," you said shakily, "it feels like you don't give a fuck about me or our daughter." 

He groaned, and you could picture him running a heavy palm down his flushed face. "We were having an innocent conversation, honey. Why do you always get pissed at me?" 

It was a blazing assumption in the dark, considering he was the one who started it. He had lit the fuse with a single spark, and now time was ticking. 

Who would pass the bomb over to whom? 

Whose tears would douse the flare? 

Which one of you was capable, and which was a coward? 

"I get pissed because I wonder why I ever married you," you admitted, trying not to choke on affliction. "I wonder why I ever had a child with you. Why do I stay with you when you treat our family like an afterthought?" 

"You're making me out to be a monster," Harry said with a twinge of helplessness. "I love you, okay? I would die for you both." 

"You barely see us, so I doubt that." 

"Christ, why do you say things like that?" 

Running your fingertips across the carpet to seek comfort, you replied, "It's how I feel, Harry. It's how I've felt for the past year." 

"Then fuckin' leave since I make you so miserable!".

Tick. 

The fragile bomb was in your hands.

Tick. 

There were only seconds left to make a decision. 

Tick. 

You passed it over to him with a detonating question. 

"Do you give me permission?" 

A deathly silence.

"I'll leave," you continued, your ears ringing. "You don't seem to mind. I'll talk with a lawyer, and we can settle a divorce." 

Boom.

Harry inhaled sharply through his nose. "Don't even think about doing that." 

"You just told me to leave!" you shouted. 

"No, hey." His breathing was becoming shallow, and his voice was desperate. "Hey, listen to me. I'll come home. Just give me another month, and I'll be there. I won't leave again. I promise you that." 

This was different from what you had wanted. Married life with him was supposed to have been blissful. Parenthood was supposed to have been alongside him. The room spun around you as the clock ticked with each passing second. It wouldn't change anything. You might as well set it in stone and float it down the river. 

"I don't believe you. I want a divorce." 

"Baby, please. Look, can you video call me? Let me see you." 

You screwed your face up and rested your pounding head against the wall. "I can't look at you right now." 

"I'd like you to look at me when you say you want a divorce, yeah?" He was on fire from the explosion. "God, I'll get on a plane right now, okay? Please." 

He was only willing to do what you asked when he needed to save himself. It was never for you. 

"My decision is final," you told him. "I can't be in this one-sided relationship. All I need is for you to be a dad and a husband. Here, with us. Not thousands of miles away." 

"I'll come home. Let me... shit, let me find my laptop, and I'll book a flight." 

"Well, when you come home, your things will be packed by the front door." 

"Stop," he whispered painfully. 

"Just listen to me, Harry!" you yelled, finally losing your patience. Taking a deep breath, you lowered your voice and continued, "If you love me, you'll let me leave. It's what's best for us." 

"You're my wife." Then, show some compassion. "Do you hear me?" Barely. "You can't just leave like this." Yes, you could. "I'll lose my mind." 

Your mind was made up. 

"I'm going to hang up, okay?" 

"No, we're going to talk—" 

"When I hang up, I need you to breathe," you interrupted gently. "I need you to stay where you are. I need you to not do anything stupid." 

"You're drunk too, right?" Harry said. "We're both drunk, and we'll forget we had this conversation." You heard a mattress creak and then a slight stumbling of feet. "Let's go to bed, sweetheart. Tomorrow is Christmas. I'll call first thing in the morning." 

"Okay. Bye, Harry." You knew you wouldn't answer.

"Did you get my gifts in the mail? I spoiled you two so much." You didn't like how his breathing had gotten faster. "Hey, can you give her a kiss goodnight for me? Please?" 

"I will." It was the least you could do. "Goodbye, Harry." 

"No, baby, stay on the phone. I love you." 

You swallowed down the last shred of your dignity and pulled the phone away from your ear, telling him to breathe one last time before ending the call. 

All at once, the four walls of your bedroom caved in on you, and the feeling of suffocation began. The ground ate you alive as you sunk down into a fetal position and cried out into the wool carpet until it burned your cheeks. You could blame the drink in Harry's hand all you wanted, but you knew his integrity had fallen short lately. He couldn't be what you needed, so why stay and suffer in a situation so futile? 

A sharp wail suddenly pierced through the wall behind you. Moving your teary eyes to blearily gaze at the clock, you saw the big and little hands join at the Roman numeral twelve. 

How terribly blue of a Christmas, yet the reasoning had been long overdue.

❅ ❅ ❅ 

How's one to know if the bone crush is worth it? 

As Harry looks at you now, a newfound love coursing through his veins, he knows that it is. The fireplace warms you and your daughter, both wrapped in a blanket. You're letting her help you open your last present. 

It's crystal clear that the scene in front of him is entirely what he fought for. A family to protect. The home he sits in. The love he spent so long missing. 

He walked through hellfire summers to revive your love for him and trudged through icebound winters to ensure you never forgot about him. All to get to that spring garden of everlasting primroses, which never entirely died. 

"What did your mom get?" Harry asks his daughter while powering his phone off. 

She holds up a tiny jewelry box and looks back and forth between her parents. You take it from her and inspect it, then look up at Harry and give him an unreadable glance. 

"Open it," he insists softly.

You slowly lift the top, revealing a gold ring that weaves into a flower-shaped diamond. A gasp gets caught in your throat as you take it out. "Harry..." you trail off.

This time, you say his name differently than when you found his wedding ring in his dressing room months ago. This time, you say it with a particular fondness that puts him together again. 

"I thought maybe we could try gold this time," Harry explains, kissing your cheek. "See if that works." 

He thinks of the silver ring you had put back on your finger after you both decided to try again. It reminded him of hurt more than he'd like it to, so he bought a ring with a different, more sentimental purpose. 

"I think it'll work," you say with a genuine smile. 

A Christmas long past left scars still unhealed, but each wound led him right where he belonged.

❅ ❅ ❅

[vxlentinescookies]

I got an idea (again, sorry it too many) for a request

A funny, and they were put together in a room with one bed

This might be before (or after, better it after) the request no.2

Dark Cacao and Reader cookie decided (AKA Dark Cacao's idea only, there was a freaking SNOWSTORM comming, dang it!) To travel to Reader cookie's kingdom to have political talks with the royalty there

Then they were trapped in a snowstorm (again, thanks to Dark Cacao and his stubborn nature) and had to seek refuge

The found an inn and got a room, problem?

Only one bed, that they HAVE to share now

In resume, they both sleep there and when waking up, they find out how much of a closeted cuddlebug Dark Cacao is

To add a funny note, Reader cookie is female and Dark Cacao's subconscious thought the "top part" was a nice warm pillow to lay his head on XD

→ ❛Between the sword and your opponent, Interlude❜

→ Pairing ; Dark Cacao Cookie x Reader → Quote ; ❛❛You both ended up sharing the bed.❜❜ → Genre ; Headcanons → A/N ; Again, sorry it took me so long to get to this, but here you got it! Pt 1 here, and pt 2 here!

A good few months had passed since your date with the Cacaoian king, experiencing certain highs and lows as any relationship brings, which brings us to the current day, where, after some consideration and discussions, you both were up to take on a journey to the Kingdom of Rose Champagne. The problem? A big snowstorm was incoming, and despite your pleas, the king was certain that you both would be able to pass the snowy mountains before the storm came.

“... A room please…”

“I told you”

What happened, however, was you both staying in an Inn due to the strength of the storm.

What started as a journey to have diplomatic affairs with the kingdom of Rose Champagne, ended up being nothing more but a chance for you two to bond as destiny stipulated.

You’d find refuge in a nearby inn as the storm approached, which brought the usual question, “are there any rooms available?” The answer was, luckily, a yes.

However, a problem arised, and that was that when you both arrived at the bedroom, there was only one bed!

Dark Cacao would offer you the bed, explaining that he was comfortable with sleeping on the floor, but you argued that it wouldnt be right for you to sleep on the bed while he slept on the floor, he was royalty after all.

“I just dont think its right…” You’d say, making Dark Cacao sigh as he looked at the floor.

“Listen—Im used to sleeping in hard surfaces, i dont mind-”

“No, Im not letting you sleep on the floor—”

You both ended up sharing the bed, as… uncomfortable as it initially was for the both of you who had just started a relationship, there were things neither of you were comfortable with just yet, things that still felt too far for the both of you. You still go to sleep, and as the morning comes…

You’d wake to Dark Cacao cuddling you, his head on your chest as he peacefully slept. 

It was rare for someone else to wake up before the king, save it’d be his close servants, but this time around it was you who woke up first, catching by surprise the king as he slowly came to his senses.

To say you both were embarrassed was an understatement.

You two get ready without saying a word, looking away from each other before resuming your trip. At one point he apologizes for his behavior, and as you just brush it away, finding it cute, you swear a faint blush has taken over the king’s cheeks.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

I have put together a list of all of the Smells that I think each designation would possess, mostly good, natural smells but some bad as well that come from negative feelings like Fear and Anxiety

Alphas Good Smells:

Pine Trees

Fireplace

Aftershave

Whiskey

Leather

Old Spice

Burning Wood

Brown Sugar

Apple Pie

Peppermint

Coconut

Toffee

New Car Smell

BBQ

Tequila

Matches

Fresh Money

Dark Chocolate

Bacon

Freshly Brewed Coffee

Maple Syrup

Sandalwood

Gasoline

Patchouli

Seawater

Ginger

Hay

Mahogany

Gunpowder

Pears

Cedar Wood

Amber

Pesto

Sautéed Onions

Funnel Cake

Cigarettes

Blackberry

Fresh Cut Grass

Ink

Snap Fire Crackers

Bad Alpha Smells:

Wet Dog

Rancid Meat

Blue Cheese

Blood

Sweaty Feet

Tar

Betas Good Smells:

Lilies

Bamboo

Champagne

Apricots

Pumpkin

Shortbread

Almonds

Tulips

Pina Colada

Mochi

Raspberry

Macaroons

Sharpies

Baby Powder

Butterscotch

Mangos

Sautéed Garlic

Key Lime Pie

Dove Soap

Peanut Butter

Coal

Black Tea

Wet Forest

Marigolds

Fresh Basil

Lilacs

Vanilla

Soda Flavored Lip Smackers

Bad Beta Smells:

Rotting Fish

Oil

Burnt Popcorn

Tuna

Dog Food

Vinegar

Omega Good Smells:

Chocolate Covered Strawberries

Chamomile Tea

Jasmine

Spearmint

Roses

Old Books

Crème Brûlée

Honeysuckle

Eucalyptus

Marijuana

Citrus

Caramel

Cherry Blossom

Cinnamon Bun

Lavender

Whipped Cream

Apples

Dryer Sheets

Fresh Bread

Aloe Vera

Sea Breeze

Peaches

Magnolia Trees

Thunderstorms

Honeycomb

Cherries

S’mores

Cookies Fresh from the Oven

Blanket Fresh out of the Dryer

Sky After it Rains

Smell of Baskin Robins

Bad Omega Smells:

Burnt Rubber

Rotten Eggs

Bleach

Nail Polish Remover

[docholligay]

Details!

Rose shortbread Dipped in chocolate

Cherry coconut cookies

Puff pastry with Asiago cream and sausages

Pepperoni roses

This ginger champagne hibiscus punch thing I made up