#but if you see 100 cupcakes and say 'we should have more chocolate' you can just as easily mean 'this isnt enough lets get 120 cupcakes'

[why-is-it-always-autumn]

I dislike it when people conflate "there should be more [thing]" with "there should be less [other thing]". There are very few situations that are actually zero-sum

[mrsmaybank]

My Little Sun - Spencer Reid x Reader

 It could not be heaven because her actions, her sounds and her intentions were the opposite of sanctity and purity: they were sinful. So bad and so good that you could get the two confused.

CW: MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING, IMPLIED SMUT, AGE GAP, LANGUAGE, DADDY KINK. (LMK IF I MISSED ANY PLEASE)

PART ONE

PART TWO

A/N: Shiiit!!! Sorry this mediocrity took so long!!! Anyway, let me know if you want me to clear anything up and please let me know if you like it. Kisses <3

I had the right to be upset, but I knew I shouldn’t be. Hotch was right, I could not work the case nor was I in the state to. It was for my own good and maybe the sanity of the rest of the team. I was a mess. He “ordered” me to go get some sleep in the breakroom, knowing I would never agree to go home. But like always, I couldn’t sleep. That wasn’t unusual and my brain began me to torture me with a movie of my most recent memories. 

9 Days Ago 

Friday - 8:49 PM

“I waannt Thaiiii foooood!” Only she could make my heart melt while simultaneously whining and disagreeing with me. She tightened her grip on my hand, “Pretty, pretty please?”

“We had Thai last week.” I looked down at her as we continued walking down the streets. “And plus, you love the Greek place.” She pouted and continued to ramble about why Thai was so much better. Even complaining, her company was so comforting and calming that I was genuinely relaxed, despite the roars of taxi cabs and the indistinct chatter of drunk city goers. 

“Oh my god! Don’t look! Do not look left!” She skipped to my right, “Look-look at me!” I watched her skip around me and cling to my right arm before her little hands grabbed my face and pressed her mouth to mine. 

“Sweetheart,” I tried to get out of her grip but she cut me off by pressing her body to mine and continuing the frenzied kiss. As soon as she needed a breath, I spun in the other direction. “You’re a monster.” I grabbed her hand and we ran to it immediately. A life-size and functioning chess board under an array of colorful lanterns and vines. It was probably a contemporary art piece and I silently thanked whoever created it. I wrapped my arms around her as I excitedly admired it. “Why didn’t you want me to see this?” I whispered into the small of her neck. “Is it because I always beat you at chess?” 

She backed up from me offended, “You don’t always beat me!” 

I grabbed her once more, not liking the space between us. “If you took all of our games, looked at my wins and your losses, I’ve won 98% of the time.” 

“Yeah well…” she tiptoed and grazed her lips against mine, “I win 100% of the time.” I was confused, “At this.” She pressed her entire body to mine and finally kissed me.

“You,”

Kiss.  

“Don’t know,” 

Kiss. 

“What you’re,”

Kiss.

“Starting little,”

Kiss.

“Girl.” 

She grabbed my hand and twirled herself around just to fall back onto me. I caught her, just like she knew I would. I trusted her and she trusted me, and that was the best feeling in the world. “I love you.” I said, still supporting all her weight. 

She stood upright and gave me a light kiss. “I love you so much Spencer.” 

I couldn’t see anything in the world but her. “I would do anything for you.” 

She perked up with a sneaky glint in her eye, “Would you eat Thai two weeks in a row?” She grinned. 

I sighed. She won. “Yeah,” I pushed the hair out of her face, “I would. Let’s go get some.” 

“If..” she rolled her eyes, “We play on the walk back.” I motioned to the board. “I’ll go easy on you.” 

“You’re on Dr. Reid.” she snarked back. 

8 Days Ago

Saturday - 2:31 PM

Saturday was one of those stereotypical rainy days where the world seemed slowed. The pitter patter of the raindrops and the light music of her favorite record created a symphony of other-worldly peace for me. I left our room, and there she was, my perfect girl sitting criss crossed at my desk. I perched over her, laying a sweet kiss on her cheek. 

“So..I was thinking macaroons…” she scrolled through different catering sites, “But cupcakes are a must too.” I watched her plan in adoration. Never in my life had I been so sure of anything. But I wanted to marry this girl and spend every last day of my life like this one and there was no question about it. It was that simple. 

“Spence?” she broke me out of my lovelorn daydreams of growing old together.

“Yeah?” I answered. 

“Chocolate or red velvet? There is one right answer.” her eyes narrowed. 

“Oh,” I knew exactly what she wanted me to say, “Red velvet. All the way.” 

“You really are a genius.” She teased and began to scribble ‘Red Velvet’ on the small notebook next to her. I looked at the list of random little things she’d written down in preparation for the day. It assured me she was just as infatuated with the idea of a future together as I was. I sighed, “Even your handwriting is cute.” 

“Duh..” she retorted and I rolled my eyes, “Can I read you the food list?” I gently lifted her off the desk seat, “You can read it to me on the couch maybe?” 

She nodded and grabbed her notebook. I sat first, and she took the opportunity to crawl in my lap. It’s like our bodies were made for each other because she just fit so perfectly there. 

“For the dessert table, hazelnut, pistachio and vanilla macaroons. From the French bakery in downtown. Obviously.  Red velvet cupcakes from that bakery JJ told me about. Remember the ones she ordered for her baby shower?” I nodded. “Those.”

“White chocolate macadamia nut cookies, and if I get my way..”

“You always do.” I teased. “Yeah, and don’t forget it.” she smiled, “Tiny little cheesecake squares.” 

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” I said. “Of course! A lot of tiny desserts are waaay better than one big cake.” 

“And more sanitary.” It was her turn to sigh.

“Yes yes, and more sanitary.” She laid her head in my chest and closed her eyes.

 “I told Penelope we’d meet her at the restaurant at 3.” 

“But it’s raining!” I complained. Truthfully, I just didn’t want this moment to end. She gave me a look and I stopped my protests. “Y’know if we order an Uber instead of taking the metro, we might have time to take a nice…” her words purposely trailed, “Long...hot shower.” She didn’t really have to say much else, batting her eyelashes to give this heart wrenching illusion of innocence. I wasn't buying it. Then, being way too coy for her age, she ran her hands up my chest and flashed me a coquettish grin. It was textbook but, goddd. Her smile alone turned me on to an extent it shouldn’t. 

I let her off my lap and stood up instantly, grabbing her hand and leading her to our bathroom. “Now.”

7 Days Ago 

Sunday - 9:22 AM 

The view convinced me I had died and arrived in heaven. I had to be. Where else but heaven does an angel perch themselves on your lap? No, though. It wasn’t heaven. It could not be heaven because her actions, her sounds and her intentions were the opposite of sanctity and purity: they were sinful. So bad and so good that you could get the two confused. 

She kissed down my neck and I swore my heart would burst out of my chest. She paused and sat up to say “When was the last time we got a whole weekend together like this?” 

I rubbed her arms up and down, “I can’t even remember.” 

“Me neither.” She kind of sounded like she wanted to say something else, but I didn’t really care, kissing her open mouth and rocking my hips up to hers. She was panting by the time my hands met her chest. “Please,” she whined, “Daddy, please.” 

She had no idea what she was asking for but I did. So I gave it to her. 

I would give her anything. 

6 Days Ago 

Monday 7:02 AM 

“Bye baby.” I kissed her still bed-headed hair. 

“NOooo!” she tried to pull my satchel back into her mess of sheets. 

“I’m sorry.” I sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. She curled her head into my lap and I caressed her forehead. 

“You have class today.” I felt her twitch, “An important one. You should eat a good breakfast.” 

“I know.” she said sadly. I registered that the sadness was less about class, and more about the fact we both knew this was goodbye for at least a couple days. Time spent together was bliss and days apart were agonizing, regardless of how important both of our responsibilities were. 

“Hey, think about what a good weekend we had.” I gently reminded her. 

“I know but now you’re gonna be gone.” The pain in her voice brought me the kind of sorrow that you didn’t wish upon your worst enemy. 

“Not for too long, little girl.” I kissed her forehead again, “I promise.” 

She got up and sighed, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” 

I wish she wouldn’t do that, but I couldn’t blame her either. 

“I’m sorry.” She just shook her head. 

“Don’t be. Go save some lives Dr. Reid.” there was a gentle smile on her face as she said the words, “I’ll be right here when you get back.” I enveloped her in a hug with nothing but love, and she still couldn't resist teasing me, “Or maybe drunk at a Frat house, I don’t know.” 

My eyes went wide and the thought immediately gave me anxiety, “Please, do not. Do you know-” She shut me up with a kiss and I silently thanked her for it. “I love you Spencer. I’ll see you soon.” “I love you more.” I got up and headed for the door, “Sooner than later, okay?” 

She nodded, “Okay.” 

3 Days Ago 

Wednesday 2:10 AM 

I silently stepped through the apartment, relishing in the stillness that meant just maybe, my begging Y/N not to waste sleep over me had worked, but I still doubted it. Her listening to my instructions was like a solar eclipse: disappointingly rare. 

As soon as I made it to the bedroom though, I was pleasantly surprised. She was asleep, but not yet under the covers. Poor thing had tried to stay up, but couldn’t. As much as I wanted to instantly smother her in affection, I restrained myself only to admire the sight of her in nothing but underwear and a grey cardigan of mine. She’d only done a single button too, obscuring the direct view so her figure was just barely covered. It was incredibly attractive and she knew it.

I began to undress, trying to remain silent as I exchanged my tie and vest for pajama pants and the Caltech sweater on the dresser. I didn’t wear it much before she did. In fact, I’d only started wearing it because despite it being 5 sizes too big for her, she adored it. For the first couple months of knowing her, it was the only thing she slept in. And because of that, it smelled like her perfume. Nestling myself into bed next to her, I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her close, while trying to gently pull the sheets out from under her. 

“Get under the covers.” Her eyes fluttered open, “Spence...Spencer?” She smiled, “Spencer!” 

She buried herself impossibly closer to my chest, arms and legs wrapping around me like a…

“You’re like a panda.” I laughed. She giggled, “You’re bamboo.”

“Are you calling me a stick-skinny? That’s hurtful, y/n.” We laughed harder until I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her. The kisses were long and sweet as we both savored the reunion. She tugged on the sweater I wore, “Why are you wearing my sweatshirt?” I brushed some hair out of her face. “It was mine first.” She rolled her eyes, “Pff...did you even go to Caltech?” She was trying so hard to control laughter, “Poser.” 

She laughed as I’m sure despite silence from me she could hear my internal screaming. 

Her laughter finally ceased when my grip on her got looser and my eyes hung a little lower. “Sleepy?” she asked. 

I nodded and so did she, “Me too.” We got under the covers together. 

“Hold me.” she hummed. “Hotch give you guys the day off tomorrow?”

“Yeah, recuperation. The case was...rough.” 

“You guys catch the guy?” she asked. 

I nodded, “Yeah.” “That’s amazing Spence. You’re so amazing.” I held her tighter. 

“I love you.” I said. 

“I love you too. Now go to sleep.” And so I did. 

2 Days Ago 

Thursday 6:30 PM

“It did indeed. You’ve become my solnyshko moyo.”

“Tell me that’s Russian dirty talk.” She said with a grin.

“It’s better. It’s a term of endearment you’ve become the epitome of.”

“And what’s that Dr. Reid?” she giggled.

“My little sun. You’ve become my little sun. Following me around and bringing light and warmth.” She snuggled herself impossibly closer into my chest, wrapping one of her legs over mine.

“Except for your feet!” I shrieked at her freezing toes meeting mine.

“They’re not that cold you big baby!” she shouted.

I laughed and kissed her sweetly, “I am not the baby here.” I said.  

“Please,” she started until I interrupted her with a kiss, “If you’re not the baby,” I kissed her again, “That implies I’M the baby,” Kiss, “And I’m not a” Kiss.

“Shush baby.” I told her, but like always, she didn’t listen, instead sitting up to straddle me. My appreciation for her beauty was like how a prisoner appreciates freedom, and yet it was miniscule into what I found in her character. It blew my mind that a girl so perfect existed.

“Rarely do great virtue and beauty dwell together. Francesco Petrarch.” I started, my hands making their way onto her hips, “That makes you a rarity.”

“You’re spoiling me with nice words today Spencer.” “You’ve spoiled me. My frontal lobe is spoiled milk.” She laughed, wondering how I was going to manage to make this one romantic.

“That’s the part of the brain responsible for sensibility and logical thinking, and you, little girl, have positively ruined it. You make me stupid.”

“I ruined the genius Dr. Reid with the 187 IQ? Makes sense. I’m like, way smarter.”

“You are. So, so much smarter.”

“I want that in writing.” she poked my chest.

I pulled her down and kissed her forehead to whisper in her ear. “Not a chance.”

She pushed herself away and rolled her eyes at me like a bratty child does her nanny, and I continued, “ You’re smarter, but I’m more educated. I have more doctorates than you have years in university.”

“Whatever…”

I brushed the hair away from her perfect face, “You tired baby?”

She sighed and laid down, splaying herself on my chest, laying on me like I was the duvet. “Very.”

I held her impossibly close, breathing in her scent and counting every time her heart thumped, her bpm said she was relaxed. Oh god, I wanted her like this forever. Relaxed in my arms, where nothing could touch us but each other.

Present Day 

Sunday 11:45 PM

How did it all seem so incredibly long ago? The BAU break room couch was definitely not made for sleeping, and yet Hotch had insisted I come try to get some rest. What was the use? How was I supposed to rest knowing that Y/N was out there in so much danger? I couldn’t rest until we found her, everybody knew that. 

Morgan came rushing into the tiny room, “Garcia’s got a hit. Her father left her 3 of his commercial properties, one of which is an abandoned mall.” 

I wasn’t allowed to work on the profile, but this was, for lack of a better word, a clear trap. “Morgan, it can’t be that easy. We both know that.” 

“Kid, she’s having a psychotic break. Everything about this is disorganized. It wasn’t planned at all. It’s not that much of a stretch to say she’d go to a secluded place she figured we’d never find.”

“Was there a second stressor? JJ and I thought it might’ve been the proposal but…” 

“Reid, I’ll brief you in the car. Get your shit together and let’s go get Y/N.” 

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[riofann]

Redemption Ch. 3

Master List 

Redemption Chapter 2

“Welcome to Sweet Bakes! What can I get you?”  You greet as you were busy distracted with the boxes you were in the process of folding

“See there she is Valentina!”  the name catches your attention and you lookup to find Angel, Ez, and Valentina in your store 

“Oh hi!” 

“Hiii” Valentina waves

“What can I get you today?” 

“Go ahead” Angel nudges the young girl in front of you 

She steps forward, hands held together at the front “I just wanted to say thank you!” 

“Oh you’re welcome Valentina! Do you want a cupcake?”

She nodded excitedly “You gotta ask your dad first” “Dad can I?” 

Angel nods “Yea baby girl get whatever you want”

She walks up to the glass reading the names “Oooh chocolate and vanilla and cotton candy and strawberry and oreo!” 

“Is that it?” you ask as you see her eyes looking at the various other flavors

“Yea!” 

You place the cupcakes in the box and hand them to her “here you go on the house” 

“Oh nah I was gonna pay for them!” Angel says pulling out his wallet 

You shake your head and wave his hand away “I’m serious on the house!” 

“Valentina what do we say” 

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she turns to Ez “Uncle Z look!” 

“It looks yummy, Miss Y/N is a nice lady huh?” Ez entertains her “Yea!” she grins 

You smile “Do you guys want any?”

“Shit shoot shoot” “Swear Jar Daddy” He playfully rolls his eyes “I know I know Let me get that dulce de leche and chocolate peanut butter” he turned to look at EZ “you sure you don’t want any bro?” 

Ez shakes his head holding his hands up “Nah I’m good” 

Angel scoffs “This guy health freak” 

“Says the man who can’t walk up a flight of steps!” Ez shoots back 

You giggle as you put the cupcakes into small package “Here you go Angel”

“Thanks” “I know it looks like we came to raid your stock but we are having a founders day party next weekend on Saturday  and we wanted to know if you could make us a cake” Angel says holding onto the box

“Oh yea sure!” 

“This we will pay for” Ez comments

You chuckle “Okay let me get my notepad” you state as you walk to the other side of the counter “Okay first how many people?” 

“Hundreds” Angel responds 

You look up “What is hundreds?” 

He shrugs “Like more than 100 people at least” 

“Wow big party” 

“Yea, that’s why you’re the woman for the job” 

You chuckle “Flavor?” 

“Bishop thought you could do half vanilla and half chocolate” Ez answers 

“Sure! Any special designs?” 

“Yea we want the Mayans Mc logo on it and the founding date 1954, with a map of Santo Padre in the background” 

“Okay” you write down the description 

“We also wanted cupcakes and those can be the flavors you have here” 

“Okay buttercream icing?” 

“Yes” you look at Valentina and see she is licking the icing off her fingers, you smile in return 

“Where am I dropping off the cake? Or are you coming to pick it up?” 

“Oh uh Bishop will call and give you instructions” Ez answers

“Okay sheet pan cake okay?” 

“Sheet pan?” Angel asks

“What does that mean?” Ez asks as well

“Sorry do you want the cake to be round or square or a funky shape?” 

Ez shrugs “You pick” 

“How many layers?” “Wow all of this goes into a cake?” You smile “You have no idea, so how many?” They both look at each other and shrug “Is two okay?” 

“Yea i guess” Ez answers

“Okay and any filling on the inside?” 

“Nah just icing” 

“Okay I think 2 full sheet pan cakes put together will work should be more than enough especially if you are going to have cupcakes and all.” They nod in agreement “How many cupcakes 2 dozen?” 

“Make it 3” Ez answers 

You nod and look at your paper making sure you got everything “Is that it?” 

“Yea just let us know how much” 

“Okay let me calculate”  you say as you type on your iPad “Okay the price is $740” 

“Cool we’ll let Bishop know” 

“Okay great. Let me know if there’s anything you want to add” 

“Cool” 

With that you watch as they walk away saying your goodbyes

You employ the help of Asher and Camila to help you with the large order. You found yourselves struggling to get the large cake in the back of the truck. 

“Whew that was hard!” Asher comments 

“Okay let me pull up Bishop’s number” you say typing it into your phone 

“Oh I know where the club house is!” Camila interjects 

Asher whips around and looks towards the back seat where she is sitting “How do you know young lady?” 

“Because Me and Coco” she begins to blush 

“Whattt spill right now!” Asher demands

“Well you know that's my beau” she answer smugly 

You smile as you drive to the location. You pass your house and Asher’s on the way, the drive is a 35 minute drive through windy roads till you come up to the gate

“Hey it's me we have the cake!” You say to Chucky who looks at you with hesitancy until he remembered the party today 

“Oh yes, let me open the gate!” 

“Pull up right there!” He instructs to the small opening between bikes 

You park the car in reverse and get out. There were already bikes filling up the space

“I can hold the door!” Chucky offers

“Thank you Chucky!” 

Asher’s hand slips “Oh shit!” 

You glare at him “Don’t drop it!” 

“I will not but you have to admit this cake is big and heavy” 

“Hush!” You scorn as you guys walk up the steps 

The commotion at the door draws Bishops and everyone else's attention, they all rush to you three  “Oh fuck why didn’t you call me we could have helped here let us take over!” they replace you and place it delicately on a table in the middle of the room 

You blow out a deep breath and look around the area taking in the decor at the club house

Asher walks back in with the cupcakes 

“You want to see?” You ask ask before you open the box

“Yes!” He turns to look around the club house “Yo! Come look at the cake!” he Feet scurry to where you were standing and you slowly lift up the box. “I hope you like it, you step aside to watch them take it all in. The cake was everything Ez had asked  you to do but more. You had added intricate details of Santo Padre and the road that led to the club house with motorcycles on the road with the Mayans Mc logo in the middle  along with the est. date on top and Southern California below. 

“Shit you are one talented woman!” Hank comments

“Do you like it?” you ask looking around 

“Hell yea!” Bishop says smiling 

“Glad” Asher hands you the cupcakes  “oh and the cupcakes, I made uh the cupcakes with motorcycles, leather jackets and helmets with different flavors” You say before opening one box. The leather jackets, helmets, and motorcycles sat on top of the icing. 

“This looks so good thank you, you out did yourself!” Bishop comments

“Oh you’re welcome, I have plates forks and cutting serving spoons in the bag,'' he smiled at you. “So Asher and I are gonna get going, Camila said” “I’m staying to party with Coco” She says as she kisses his cheek

There are few chuckles around the room watching Coco blush 

“Before you go”  Bishop pulled out his wallet “Ez told me 700 but here is 1100” 

“Oh no this is too much take back 400” you say going to remove money from the stack he gave you 

Bishop stops you “Nah i insist all this hard work you put in” 

“I really don’t mind its”

Asher takes it from you and puts in in his pocket “Thank you she appreciates it” 

You cut your eyes and turn to face Asher. Bishop chuckles bringing your attention back to him with a smile on your face “I hope you enjoy the cake and the party” 

“Why don’t you come join us?” 

“Oh I..” 

Camila abruptly leaves Coco’s side and wraps her arms around you and Asher “Yes! that would be perfect!” 

You look down “I have to go get ready” 

“Yea yea no problem party is just getting started” 

You look at Asher for confirmation 

“Yea him too come drink and be merry not working tonight are you?” Bishop asked 

You both shake your head

“Okay well I insist” 

You and Asher smile “Okay we will be back” Asher responds 

You both walk away 

“Are we really about to attend a biker gang party?” Asher asks as you turn on the key to start the car 

You turn to look at him just as confused “Yes?” 

“Really?” 

“I think if we don’t come it will look bad Bishop insisted” you stress the last part

“That he did” Asher nods rigidly 

“Okay let's hurry up and get back!” 

[ary-se]

Mankai with a dog

i was staring at my dog earlier, aggressively barking at a plastic bag. that's all. the rest is history

• at some point taichi just mentioned something along the lines of, "hey, wouldn't it be more fun here if... WE GET A DOG!?"

• whenever an idea spreads around the dorm, whether it's a good idea or an utterly ridiculous one, it's always either taichi or kazunari.

• IT'S ALWAYS EITHER TAICHI OR KAZUNARI (2).

• sakuya is excited about it! he never knew what it feels like to live with a dog, let alone actually grow up with one. this pure bean just wants to experience it, c'mon man...

• muku also agrees!! 100% yes!!! wouldn't it be cute when you get home everyday from school with a dog greeting you? it's like that one shoujo manga...

• tsumugi likes the idea! he also grew up with a dog (gosh dachshunds are so cute... zabi ily with my whole heart) so it wouldn't be too bad to have a dog in the dorm! apparently dogs can help you out a lot when it comes to emotional problems :)

• the moment these three angels literally agreed with the idea, everyone is ABOARD. it would be like taking care of a child except it's 100x times more fun

• actually no scratch that, not everyone is aboard...

• cause there's SAKYO.

• "WHAT'RE YOU GUYS GONNA DO ABOUT THE DOG?? DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF IT??? IT'LL ALSO TAKE MONEY TO BUY FOOD DISPENSER, DOG FOOD, YADDA YADDA YADDA"

• see it's all about money in the end, but sakyo. we know you want it too. god just pls say yes.

• a LOT of pleading - either the boys shoot sakyo puppy eyes whenever they see him, or some of them (by some i only mean taichi and kazu) waits outside sakyo's room and bleed his ears off with saying PLEASE repetitively the moment sakyo goes out of his room

• sakyo murdered everyone who barged into his room but they always, ALWAYS do it anyways. they don't learn their lesson!!

• SAKYO GOT FED UP. begrudgingly, after this has been going on for a month, he says yes

• EVERYONE CHEERS, FREAKING FINALLY!!!

• taichi and kazu, the mankai boys already aborted their plan of holding a funeral for the both of you... before sakyo agreed on getting a dog, he always has this look of wanting to strangle them to death

• after a lot of debating, they decided to settle on a dog that has a friendly disposition. anyways they get a light brown labrador!!!

• the day the dog got in the dorm, everyone got so excited

• everyone is literally ALL OVER THE DOG. THE DOG LIKES THE ATTENTION BUT GIVE IT A BREAK!! JUST PLEASE

• they name the dog koro! it's simple enough

• (i just searched for popular dog names in japan... don't @ me pls sobs)

• that night the dog kept wagging his tail from being so excited with everyone's presence he deadass sprained his tail

• it recovered after a week

• everyone takes turns filling koro's food bowl and water bowl. the duty of walking the dog is also distributed based on when the boys are free. they literally have a calendar dedicated for koro

• tsumugi makes a list of what the dog can and can't eat! it's most likely that everyone will feed koro, so they better not kill him off early...

• everyone follows the list except juza, it seems like he forgot the existence of the list

• one time juza was eating chocolate cupcakes, and koro was giving him puppy eyes

• how could he resist that face!! his inner resolve crumbled so fast, he was literally about to give it to koro

• tsuzuru to the rescue! the moment he saw juza and koro, he yelled "JUZA NO DON'T PLEASE STOP DOGS CAN'T EAT CHOCOLATE"

• juza just looks at tsuzuru, shocked. what do you mean dogs can't eat chocolate?? how do they even live their lives without the goodness of chocolates?? WHAT?

• he fails to understand, but he doesn't give it to koro. the dog whimpers and just goes away,, juza felt so bad and silently apologized to koro, but now he learned his lesson

• omi spoils koro!! every time he has free time, he whips something up for koro. he makes it as balanced as possible, of course.

• everyone to omi: "please don't make the dog fat."

• omi: "haha i won't"

• cue next day koro kinda looks chubbier

• OMI. PLEASE WE KNOW THE DOG IS CUTE BUT PLS CONTROL IT

• no joke, tenma was excited at first but now every time he sees the dog barking he gets scared shitless.

• JUST BECAUSE THE DOG BARKS AT YOU THAT DOESN'T MEAN THE DOG IS MAD AT YOU. IT JUST WANNA BE FRIENDS YOU FREAKING DOLT

• when he got comfortable with koro, he hid from everyone and patted the dog for the first time, and ran away immediately from embarrassment

• that night everybody was questioning why tenma gets beet red every time koro gets near him. but nobody mentioned it.

• on a whim, itaru let koro pull for a limited banner, making his paw tap the button. who knows if this dog is kinda lucky, right? there's no way of knowi-

• HE GETS ALL THE LIMITED CARDS IN ONE 10X PULL

• itaru just gapes at the dog for five minutes. "koro, you are a godsend..."

• itaru hid the dog's insane luck from banri, but somehow banri caught on

• "THAT'S UNFAIR! WHY WERE YOU HIDING IT FROM ME"

• from that point forward whenever itaru and banri play together, expect koro to be with them. it occurs a lot of times, but koro doesn't seem to mind as long as he gets belly rubs.

• congratulations masumi!! you now have a new alarm clock, but a million times MORE annoying!!

• they trained koro so every time masumi doesn't wake up, koro will just pounce and literally jump on him while barking right on his ear

• masumi hates to admit it, but the dog is goddamn annoying and it's effective at the same time

• hooray to masumi for not being late ever again!

• tasuku just stares at koro dead in the eye while the dog looks at his meal. what if i also train him to..?

• one day during winter troupe's rehearsals, hisoka was actually super duper early and that NEVER HAPPENED.

• "HISOKA WHY ARE YOU SO EARLY?? IS SOMETHING WRONG??"

• turns out TASUKU TRAINED KORO FOR A SOLID MONTH TO FIND HISOKA.

• once tasuku says "koro, where's hisoka?" the dog nyooms to WHERE HISOKA ACTUALLY IS. is he on the tree? in the washing machine? in the long-lost, ever changing storage room? you name it sir

• the days of painfully looking for hisoka are over! tasuku can finally catch a break! this is a big win for winter troupe!!!

• homare just blabs his poems to the poor dog. always.

• it's been going on for five hours and koro is so tired of his shit he just settles on trying to bury his ears on the ground just to not hear him. i am so sorry for your loss.

• homare pets him after he is done with his long ass session so guess that's worth it!

• tsuzuru didn't necessarily train koro to do it, but somehow whenever tsuzuru is in a writing spree the dog just grabs a can of red bull from itaru and brings it to his room.

• tsuzuru doesn't even realize it's the goddamn dog. HE DEADASS JUST TAKES THE CAN AND SAY THANK YOU AND CONTINUE WRITING THE SCRIPT

• everyone just assumed tsuzuru trained koro to actually do that. PLEASE LET THE DOG LEARN NORMAL DOG TRICKS HE ISN'T YOUR MAID

• "I DIDN'T TRAIN KORO!!!"

• Whenever it's misumi's turn to walk the dog, koro joins him in his triangle hunting! koro picked up misumi's habits, so koro picks up triangular objects from time to time and gives it to misumi. d'awwww!

• misumi please don't expect the dog to join you running on walls. please don't. everyone's gonna hunt you down once something happens :)

• citron is super affectionate to the dog! koro is so attached to him and koro listens to citron babbling even tho he understands jackshit

• "back in my country, i am known as the glorious legendary master of dog b-"

• "yes citron. we get it."

• CITRON MAKES A KORO JR. MY HEART MY SOUL I OFFER TO YOU

• it's the dog's fave toy!!! he sleeps with it.

• yuki enjoys making anything for the dog. a dog bed? clothes? accesories? toys? HECK YEAH BRING IT ON SIR

• yuki isn't touchy feely with the dog but that's how he shows his love for koro!! it's okay, the dog understands!!

• koro is literally drowning in all those handmade stuff, spoiled by the only yuki

• whenever it's yuki's turn to walk the dog, he wears matching outfits with the dog as he buys more fabric for the next play (and for the dog but we don't mention that)

• THEYRE KINGS! literally a head turner. everyone just looks at them in awe. yuki wanna show off

• like citron, sakuya is super affectionate to the dog!

• he always gives bear hugs to the dog, especially when he is feeling anxious about something! koro's presence calms sakuya down big time

• please protect these small beans

• muku also loves the dog to death!! every time they arrive at home from school koro just jumps to them and he enjoys it so much

• at times when muku wants company when reading his shoujo manga, or just wants something to hug, koro does the job

• affectionate babies. please protect (2)

• koro is super affectionate when it comes to azuma.

• every after koro gets really excited about something, he gets dead tired so he goes straight to azuma's room.

• do you want to know what azuma does to koro? hmmmm? :---)

• they sleep together! duh

• taichi ALWAYS plays with the dog. it's like two dogs bonding smh

• taichi gets confused whenever they play catch?? whenever koro finally gets the ball, he runs back to taichi but doesn't give him the ball

• "umm, koro? we wouldn't be able to continue playing if you don't give the ball?"

• koro: NO GET ONLY THROW

• kazunari has a lot of aesthetic pics of koro! they're so wholesome, there was a point when his instablam is just full of koro

• ok he does have a lot of funny videos too, that's unavoidable

• best one so far was muku tossing the ball for koro to catch it, but he threw it too far and it hit sakyo's head at the back

• RUN FOR YOUR LIFE MUKU OH MY GOD

• sakyo was about to lose his shit but once he saw muku apologizing and rambling he felt bad.

• should it be mentioned that cleaning sessions are more of a pain than before?

• the dog sheds a LOT MORE than they expected. the fur is literally fucking everywhere

• how does one dog have this much hair??

• those ppl with big sisters (cough itaru and banri) SWEARS this dog's shedding is a hundred times worse than their sisters' hairfall

• speaking of shedding everywhere, everyone's clothes have fur ALL OVER their clothes

• most especially sakyo because he wears all black. poor old dude

• after a month of deliberation from sakyo, they decided to buy more lint rollers and all that stuff that are supposedly effective

• every time the students are late to school, the dorms get chaotic

• unfortunately for everyone the dog joins in adding more noise pollution

• THE DOG DRAMATICALLY BARKS WHENEVER EVERYONE IS PANICKING. IT FEELS LIKE WAR

• cue sakyo's very angry "KORO, SHUT UP!"

• koro didn't bark for a solid week... just pure whimpering. everyone was looking at sakyo like, "you better apologize, he doesn't deserve it..."

• when it was sakyo's turn to walk him, koro looks like he was about to shit. everyone was pretty concerned, but they wanted to see how it went

• the moment they came home, koro was all over him and sakyo is hiding a smile

• SOMETHING DEFINITELY HAPPENED.

• but what happened? nobody knew a thing. and it will stay that way.

• EVERYONE IS SOFT FOR HIM. not taking no for an answer

[come-on-shitty-boys]

//got cake? bokuto koutarou//

Warnings: Some swearing. Mainly just Bokuto being bootylicious

Word Count: 1.5k

Notes: Because we all need a good crack fic every now and then. (Baker!Bokuto x reader)

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” You whine, digging through your dresser drawers.  Where are they? I know I put them away last night.  Did I- Your train of thought takes you to your closet, flipping through your clothes in case you might’ve hung them up instead of folding them and putting them in your dresser.  You groan slumping down on the edge of the bed.  All you wanted was a pair of leggings and all of your other pairs were in laundry.  

Then it hit you.  Bokuto had gone into the bakery today.  He did not- You immediately dial the number to your boyfriend’s bakery and wait and wait while the phone rings.

“Thank you for calling Got Cake where we’ve got enough cake to share.  This is Akaashi.” Akaashi sighs as he repeats the customary greeting.  

“Akaashi, it’s Y/N.”

Bokuto’s business partner immediately brightens a little at the sound of your familiar voice.  “Please come get him.  He’s made me taste the same frosting 20 different times.  I think all the vanilla extract is starting to deplete his brain cells.  Well, what few he has left . . .”

“Great.  So, he is there?  Do you know what pants he has on?”

“What?”

“Pants, Akaashi.  What pants is Bokuto wearing?”

“Uh . . . I don’t know.  He’s got those tear-away pants on,” Akaashi’s confusion evident through the phone.

“No.  Like, under those.  What is he wearing?”

“Why does it matter?”

“I’m pretty sure he stole my leggings.”

Akaashi pauses, trying to figure out he’s supposed to handle this situation.  College didn’t train him for this . . . “Hang on, I’ll let you talk to him.”  

The line goes quiet and then suddenly you’re pulling the phone away from your ear at the abrupt change in volume as your boyfriend’s booming voice fills your ear.  “Hey, hey, hey!  What’s going on, babe?”

“Bokuto, are you wearing my leggings?”

“Aw, come on, babe.  No ‘hello?’”  You don’t even have to see his face to know that there’s a very high chance that he’s pouting right now. As quickly as his sadness hit, it was washed away as he started talking a million miles per hour again. “Oh, wait!  I’m actually really glad you called! Remember how you wanted me to try to make mint chocolate cupcakes?”

“Yeah, and I told you that they needed more mint.”

“Yeah! Well, I’ve been messing with the recipe all day and I think I finally got it!  I can bring one home later, if you want.”

“No, I can come down there.  I want my leggings, Bo.”

“How do you know that I am wearing them?  I’m not saying that I am, but like, how would you know?”

“Girlfriend’s intuition. I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay.  See you soon, babe.”  The phone clicks as he hangs up.  

You shake your head in disbelief.  He really stole your pants.  Since leggings are off the table, you opt for a pair of Bokuto’s sweatpants.  You’d heard of couples sharing shirts before, but taking your significant other’s leggings?  This- this was new to you.  You grabbed a pair of his shorts and shoved them in your bag.  You were getting your pants back whether he liked it or not.  

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The bell above the door jingled as you marched into the brightly painted bakery.  A few people looked up from their laptops at the sudden interruption to the relatively quiet atmosphere.  Upon seeing you, Akaashi poked his head into the kitchen.  “Y/N’s here.”

In a matter of seconds, Bokuto was barreling out of the kitchen with a spoon in his hand.  “Taste this!”  You don’t even have the opportunity to say no before he’s pushing the spoon in your mouth.  “I took some of the chocolate out of the frosting, so now the mint should come through a little better.”

Your eyes widen a little.  It was just how you had imagined.  The perfect ratio of mint to chocolate reminding you of the famous Girl Scout cookie.  “Wow.  That’s really good,” you smile, licking the spoon clean.

Bokuto grins, proud that he made yet another Y/N-approved recipe.  You were his number one taste-tester after all.  If it sucked, you’d let him know how he could try to fix it.  “I think there’s a little too much of the raspberries.  It’s making the cake soggy.”  “Why is it so sour? I get that it’s lemon-blueberry, but it’s like I just took a bite out of a whole lemon.  Maybe ease up on the lemon juice.”  You were a big part of why his business had done so well in the first place.  You were the fresh taste buds that he needed, because after tasting the same bowl of frosting for the thirtieth time, it all started to taste alike.  “I ordered some mint-chocolate cookies to go on top.  I couldn’t get any Thin Mints, because you know, not America, but that’s beside the point!  They’re going to be so good when I get the recipe finalized!  Hey, do you want to try the strawberry cream one?  I changed the recipe a little since you last had it.  Akaashi says he likes the old ones better, but I don’t know,” he says, heading back to the kitchen.

“Bokuto,” you sing, getting him to turn around.  “My leggings?”

“I don’t just show my pants to anyone, Y/N.”  Bokuto shook his head as if you should’ve known better than to ask him such a ridiculous question.  Show you his pants?  What did you take him for?  A whore?  

“Seriously?  I’m your girlfriend!  I am not- No!” You stammer, knowing exactly what he was getting at.

“Then you’ll just have to wait until I get home.”  He shrugs, walking away from you.

You groan, walking up to the cash register, digging through your bag in an effort to scrounge up some change.  Bokuto’s menu consisted of a fairly simple collection: cakes, cookies, cupcakes, and some days, if he messed up decorating a cake, cake pops.  The bakery’s menu didn’t seem all that odd compared to most bakeries.  Except for one item.  It had no description and every employee was sworn to secrecy of what it consisted of.  But, not knowing if he was wearing your leggings was eating away at you.  You counted out your coins and pushed them across the counter towards Akaashi.

“I’m so sorry,” he mutters, hating this part just as much as you.

“Can I get a Bokuto special?” You ask sadly.

Akaashi nods solemnly, putting the money in the cash register.  He takes a deep breath before cupping a hand around his mouth to shout, “Hey, Bokuto! Got any cake back there?”

“Oh, hell yeah, I do!” Bokuto shouts, running out from the kitchen, pulling his apron over his head and jumping up on the counter.  “Hit it!”

Bokuto’s poor friend sighs as he hits the play button on the stereo, “Fergalicious” playing throughout the bakery.  The tear-away pants are ripped away and thrown to the ground.  “I knew it!” You shout, as your boyfriend reveals the pants he really had on: your leggings.

He says nothing, giving you a cheeky smile and a wink as he performs his choreographed Bokuto special: a three minute dance break of Bokuto Kotarou shaking his ass for the whole bakery to see for the low low price of 100 yen.  Dropping it like it’s hot, twerking, and just general sexy dancing, using his ass-ets to his advantage.  He claims that the Bokuto special was the single best thing that he’s ever thought of to put on the menu.  It let him get at least one quick cardio session in a day, seeing as it was a fairly popular item because of its mystery and it’s price, but more than anything it was fun.  Sure, Akaashi was embarrassed to even be associated with the business when the idea had been proposed, but from a marketing stance?  It was genius and even he couldn’t deny it.  It was a good time for everyone involved.  The customers loved it just as much as the resident baker.  People would bring their friends and spend the little cash just to show them what made this bakery so much better than the others.

Bokuto jumped off the counter to give you one final butt wiggle as the music came to an end.  “You have to admit. My ass? Looks amazing in these!” He pants, a playful smirk on his face.

You just shake your head and sigh.  “Yeah.  It does,” you admit.  You shoulder your bag, preparing to leave as the mystery comes to a close.

“Wait.  I thought you wanted these back?”

“Keep them.  You’ve already tainted them with your ass sweat.”

He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist.  “You can just say that you like how good I look in them, babe.  No one’s judging.”

“You definitely got cake, Bo.”

[jungle321jungle]

Virgil’s Guide to Avoid Accidentally Falling In Love With Your Boss’ Boss: Step Two

Virgil’s just trying to fake his way through life, but when he finds it hard to shake his hot boss’ boss’s attention- on account of their adopted sons being twins- things get complicated.

~~~~

“Why do we have to have homework on the first day?”

“Because that’s how school works,” Dante Ekans chuckled. “Here, why don’t you do work on your story? Mr. Hart said you can write about anything you did this summer right?”

“I don’t want to though, I want to play with Roman.”

“Roman is writing his story too... So can you write for me while I talk to Roman’s daddy?”

Virgil must have stepped into a parallel world.

Gone was the boss who glared at him and clearly thought he was a waste of time,space, breath and more, and here was some soft man trying to encourage his kid do homework.

“Can I go to the bathroom?” his other son asked from his other side.

Dante Ekans nodded and looked around the small cafe before pointing out where it was. His other son- Logan apparently- rose from his seat and walked over as his father watched him the entire time.

“Sorry, what was I saying?” Dante Ekans asked.

Virgil gave a shrug, to be honest he was confused by the majority of this conversation- or well he had been confused since the moment he had arrived to pick Roman up from school. First a sudden twin, and then crying children, and then an angry boss, and then his boss inviting them to get coffee.

None of it made sense.

“I can’t remember,” he frowned drumming his fingers on his coffee cup. “Regardless, it’s clear that two are going to be attached to the hip now.”

Virgil nodded in agreement as he looked at Roman. His son was busy writing his story, but he kept glancing up at Remus as if worried the boy would disappear while he was distracted.

“I should get your number, we can properly schedule a playdate that way.”

Virgil nodded in agreement and tried his best not to think about the fact that the hot boss’ number would soon be his. “That sounds good, but particularly I’m more worried about leaving afterwards.”

“We’re staying together,” Roman interrupted to further Virgil’s point.

Dante Ekans gave a chuckle, “We’ll have to figure it out.”

“You did well by the way,” Dante Ekans commented as he held his crying son in his arms.

Virgil looked up from where he was attempting to hold Roman back, “What?”

“Your presentation,” he said casually. “You did well. You seem to know what you’re doing and do it well. You could use some confidence though.”

Virgil did his best not to blush, “Uh thank you... thank you sir.”

“Dee,” he corrected. “I go by Dee.”

Virgil nodded quickly, “Thank you... Dee. I- ow! Roman! Kicking me will only end in you not getting dessert tonight.”

“They’re stupid,” Logan commented adjusting his glasses.

“We don’t use that word,” Dante chided. “Come on you two.”

“I hate you,” Roman declared as they left.

Virgil sighed and took his son by the hand, “You’ll see him tomorrow.”

~~~~

“Storm?”

Virgil looked away from his computer as his boss poked her head in his cubicle. The woman gave him a sorrowful look, “Ekans wants you in his office.”

Virgil’s heart skipped a beat as he forced himself to nod. It had been about a week since the two had and their children had parted from the cafe. They had texted a few times purely so Roman and Remus could keep in contact, but they hadn’t really spoken themselves. And now he was being called to the hot boss’ office.

Dante Ekans was on the phone when Virgil entered the room.

The office was large and mostly empty aside from the sitting area and the desk. Dante Ekans himself sat at his desk on the phone, but as Virgil entered he hurriedly hung up.

“You can close the door,” he announced.

Virgil did so and tried not to flinch at the echoing sound it made as it clicked shut. “Did you need something Mr. Ekans?”

He leaned forward and leaned his elbows on his desk and fixed Virgil with an expression that wasn’t able to deciphered, “Dee.”

“...Dee.”

“How is Roman doing?”

“He’s- he’s good. Being attached to Remus is certainly helping him adjust to a new school.”

“Good, good. I- you don’t need to stand in the doorway, I don’t bite.” He stood. “Here, why don’t we sit on the couches?”

They sat on opposite couches, a coffee table between them. Dee looked casual- as he should in his own office- as he sat with his laptop on his lap typing away. “Sorry, someone just emailed me... But I called you here to talk about the boys. I had my people look into the adoption records. It just confirms the obvious, the two are twins. After their mother’s death they were put in the system and then two were seperated due to overcrowding.”

Virgil frowned, “Overcrowding? That’s... That’s ridiculous.”

“Agreed,” Dee closed his laptop and set it beside him with a tired sigh. “Shit, I didn’t even ask how you were. Let me pretend I have manners. How are you doing today?”

Virgil couldn’t stop himself from smiling slightly, “I’m fine. You?”

“Tired as hell, but I guess that’s what I get for running this place at my age, and raising two kids.”

“Do you want me to go so you can nap or something?”

Dee shook his head, “Nah, you being here is a break. So you’re fine.” He paused, “That shirt is a nice color on you.”

Virgil blinked and looked down at his shirt- purple- before he nodded, “Um, thanks.”

Dee said nothing for a moment his eyes running over Virgil in a way Virgil found himself unable to interpret.

“So um,” Virgil said awkwardly looking away. “Out of curiosity, how long ago did you adopt Remus? Roman said it was a while ago, but I don't remember.”

“He was two,” Dee recalled. “You adopted Roman a few years ago right?”

Virgil nodded with a slight smile at the memory, “Something in me was crazy and decided I wanted a kid. It's been crazy, but I love Roman.”

“I understand that,” he nodded. “My boys are my everything.”

“How old is Logan?”

“Nine going on twenty,” Dee chuckled. “He’s serious as hell, but I can’t tell if its nature or nurture... Oh, I meant to ask you what your weekend plans are?”

Virgil blinked, “Um, nothing?

“Perfect. I was thinking you and Roman could come by my place and the two boys can hang out like they so desperately have been craving.”

“Sounds good,” Virgil nodded. “Which day is better for-” Virgil was cut off as the door opened and Dee’s secretary entered.

Dee frowned at her, “Did you need something?”

“He called again,” she said awkwardly. “Another new number.”

Dee sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “I’ll text you Storm, I need to deal with something.”

Virgil nodded and stood, “It’s... it’s Virgil.”

His boss’ lip quirked in a slight smile, “I’ll text you, Virgil.”

~~~~

“This place is huge!” Roman marveled as they pulled up. Virgil was inclined to agree.

The house was huge, nice looking from the outside, and probably cost an amount that Virgil could only dream of. He climbed out of his small beat up car and grabbed the bag he had brought before setting off for the front door.

Roman hurried ahead of him and run the doorbell. It was adorable to see him bounce on the balls of his feet with barely contained excitement, and it was something Virgil would savor while he could.

A moment later the door opened and Virgil nearly dropped everything his holding at the sight of Dee- shirtless Dee- shirtless and toned Dee- shirtless, toned, and hot Dee... (Just to be specific).

“Welcome!” He smiled casually.

“Where’s Remus?” Roman asked him.

Virgil couldn’t even force words to work in time to chide his son for not greeting Dee properly. Thankfully Dee only laughed as they stepped in the house, “He and Logan are in the pool. Come on.” He led the way through the house and Virgil pulled his eyes from his boss long enough to admire the place.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks,” Dee nodded. “What’s in the bag?”

Virgil paused before he remembered the bag he was carrying, “I know you said I didn’t need to bring anything, but I figured who could turn down homemade cookies?”

“What kind?”

“The best kind, extra mixed chocolate chip!” Roman answered for him. “Dad and I made them last night! It uses different kinds of chocolate chips and we put a ton in.”

Virgil chuckled, “He’s my baker in training.”

“Dad said our next project is lemonade cupcakes.”

“Oh?” Dee asked as he led the way out into the back by the pool. “Well if you ever need someone to try any sweets I will happily oblige... And I guess the boys would too.”

“Roman!” Remus cheered from where he hung out in the pool, but beside him Logan rolled his eyes.

“We brought cookies!” Roman cheered taking off his shoes.

“For after lunch,” Dee tossed in.

“Are you gonna swim at all?” Dee asked swimming over to him a while later.

Virgil shook his head, “I don’t own a swimsuit right now. I swore I had one before we moved but it vanished, and I’ve never gotten around to getting a new one.”

“Moving makes somethings vanish and others reappear,” Dee shrugged.

“You can swim with the boys without me,” Virgil told him kicking his legs lazily in the water. “I’m fine, just here sitting on the edge.”

The other man paused before he moved to the edge and hoisted himself out of the pool (giving Virgil a decent view) before sitting beside Virgil. “I’ll join you for a bit. Have a conversation that’s above a sixth grade level... I hope you’re above the six grade level.”

“Well I’m 80% sure I passed sixth grade.”

“Why are you missing 20%?”

“Well if I said 100 it would be too suspicious no?”

“Touche.”

“Can- can I ask you something?” Virgil asked after a bit of hesitation.

“Sure.”

“Well um, there’s so many rumors around you at work. But you seem like an entirely different person than what they say? I guess that’s not question... or proper grammar.”

“It’s that last 20% kicking in, but as for your not question. I turn work me on and off. Right know I’m Dee Ekans, a dad hanging out having a good time. At work I’m Dante Ekans, and I need order and things done when I say.”

“Doesn’t that get... tiring?”

“Not so much as trying to stick to work mode. I’ve tried to stop bringing work home with me, and it’s made things a million times easier on me- on all of us.”

“Dad can we get lunch now?” Logan asked swimming over.

Dee nodded and stood, “Sounds good.”

“Do you need help with anything?” Virgil offered.

“Um, why don’t you help Logan carry everything out here? I’ll take the twins?”

Dee had managed to get the two seated at a table, by the time Virgil and Logan returned from their horribly silent trip to the kitchen.

“-That’s what my other dad said,” Remus was telling Roman.

“Other Dad?” Roman echoed.

Remus nodded, “I have two dads.”

“Really w-”

“Alright boys, what do you want to eat?” Dee interrupted. “I’ve got corn, hot dogs, and chicken, and more. Take your pick. Oh, and of course we have the cookies afterwards.”

Of course there was another parent.

A house this large? Super demanding day job? Two kids? Dee has to have someone else to help him out. That was logical. So why did Virgil feel a tad, disappointed?

He chose to ignore the feeling and on top of that he would need to stop gawking over a taken man.

But with the sound of the man’s laughing ringing beautifully in his ear? It would be easier said than done.

~~~~

Step One- Step Two - Step Three

[xietyflix]

Hidden Shadows | 01

⇢ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

⇢Genre: werewolf au

⇢word count: 1.5k

⇢ warnings: mentions of bone cracking...

⇢ synopsis: He’s different, yet he seems to be attached to you. The kindness, the care and the boldness that you have seem to make him stick around longer than he has to. The longer he stays the more you notice what come out of his shadow... his shadow that he wanted to stay hidden.. For your safety and his.

a/n: I’m still ALIVE I’m working on a few things so stay with me! Taglist is in my NAV.. I have improved a lot... and I’m proud... :) —————————————————————

3 am

Remember when our parents not to talk to strangers but how are we supposed to make friends?

Remember when they told us not to get in the car with strangers, yet there were apps created for a stranger to drive us to our location.

Remember when they told us not to travel at night because it’s dangerous.

Yet we still do it. 

“Y/N are you sure you don’t want to stay any longer?” Melanie says pouting.

“No it’s getting late, plus you seemed occupied.” I spoke pointing towards the guy she was talking to earlier.

“Well let me at least call you an uber.” She said pulling out her phone but I stop her. “That will have a higher chance of me getting abducted. My house is only 10 minutes away I will be fine walking.” I said pushing her towards the club.

“Just text me when your home.” She said running back towards the door dragging the guy back inside.

I let out a sigh and began walking listening to my music playing kehlani’s song honey. I’m only five minutes into my walk and didn’t want to walk in the streets any longer.

I walked into a familiar ally way knowing it will take be to my apartment quicker.

“I countdown to the clock, saw you awake Don't walk away- AHHHH.” I stopped my tracks and pulled out one earphone. I didn’t hear anything so I put it back in and began to walk once again.

“Oh, I'm a beautiful wreck A colorful mess, but I'm fun- HELP ME PLEASE.” This time the voice was louder than my headphones which caused me to stop, I pulled out my headphones once more yet just in time.

“I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me.” The voice pleads and I took a peak around the corner.

“Wrong answer.” The man hovering over him lifts the poor mans hand. “I’m going to need the correct answer Blake or I’m gonna break those lovely fingers of yours.” The guy began shaking his hair out a bit.

I place my hand on my mouth afraid that if I make any sound I’m going to be the next one losing a finger.

“Where is our money?” The voice demands. “I don’t know i-“

“Wrong.” CRACK I flinch back and Blake lets out a scream.

“I said I don’t-“

“Wrong.” CRACK I flinch once more as Blake lets out another scream.

“Their on a boat for fuck sakes!” Blake confesses, why didn’t he just say that from the beginning?!

“On a boat where?” The voice growls preparing to break another finger.

“At the west loading dock.” He pants, oh god he’s gonna pass out.

“There’s more to it.” The voice says fixing himself in his squatting position.

“No thats-“

“Again Wrong.” CRACK

“It’s leaving tomorrow at noon!” Blake says swallowing nervously before continuing.

“Container 203. That’s it man that’s it.”

“I swear Blake you like to lose your fingers.” The voice said before snapping another and Blake screams in pain.

“I told you everything! Why’d you- My Damn hand man!” Blake said crying.

I should call the police? I need to leave without him noticing.

“That's because I felt like it.” He said picking up a biker helmet.

“I swear boss hates working with your kind. Your just like the rest of those do- AHHH.” The sound of flesh tearing causes my heart to beat loud in my ears.

“Wanna finish that statement Blakey?” He growls loudly Blake whimpers out a ‘no’

“Blake has anyone told you snitches get stitches?” He says looking down on him

“JK Wait I told you everything wait-WAIT.” CRACK CRACK CRACK.

I look away as the Blake gets his head bashed in, I guess I won’t be calling the police. I look around and notice I’m only a good running distance from my house,

Before I could even move I heard his voice once more.

“I hope you enjoyed the show. I usually don’t have many last this long.” I froze. He’s not talking to me. He doesn’t know I’m here.

“I know your there, your racing heart and your scent is giving you away.” He spoke causing my eyes to widen, How can he smell me from over here?

“And May I add that you do smell sweet.” He said. I stayed quiet.

“Are you lost? You know it's not nice to ignore people.” His footsteps seem to get closer I took off into a full sprint towards my apartment.

“You can’t hide!” He yells as I ran away from him.

I ran the fastest I could in order to get home, every second I looked over my shoulder to see if he was following me, and nothing.

I reached my apartment building ran up the stairs and punched in the password, I closed the door and quickly headed towards the elevator. Once I got into my apartment I locked my door and locked myself in my room I let out a long sigh.

“JK…” I mumbled remembering what they guy said before he became headless.

———————————————————— 

“You can’t hide forever.”

I gasp outta my sleep quickly turning on my lights, I look around my room just to see nobody but me in my room.

“Just a nightmare.” I spoke looking towards the clock just to see it was 6:50 am, I looked out my window just to see the beautiful sunrise.

I tossed my sheets off my body and began to head towards my shower. I proceeded to get ready for work, I heard my phone ringing I placed down my flatiron and answered the phone.

“Hell-“

“Why didn’t you call me last night!” Melanie screamed into my ear.

“I’m great thanks for asking.” I sighed putting on my pumas. “_____ I’m serious.” Melanie spoke.

“I went to sleep straight away, sorry.” I lied grabbing my hat along with my keys and bag.

“Well I’m glad you made it, there was literally a murder down the street from your apartment. But I’m glad your okay, see you at work.” Melanie said before hanging up.

I walked out of my apartment locking the door behind me. “Time to go to work.” I exited the building to see police everywhere, questioning everyone on the block.

“Excuse me miss.” I turned around to see a cop walking towards me.

“I have some questions.”

“I can’t answer them right now, sorry I’m going to be late for work.” I said backing away.

“Well give me a call when your not busy.” He said handing me a card and I took it before walking away.

If they don’t know anything yet means whoever it was is clear, and me telling what I know will only put me in more danger.

—————————————————————

Everything was going pretty fast at the coffee shop, I only have another hour and then I’m back home.

“______ can you please take the next customer while I go on break?” Jennie says and I nodded before taking her place.

“Welcome! would you like to try our velvet cupcake?” I said looking at the older lady.

“No dear I would just like one of your croissants, and I will be on my way.” She said handing me $2. I smiled, taking the money before sending her to pick up her order on the other side.

“Next.” I said putting the money away.

“Can I have one of those velvet cupcakes and banana milk.” I familiar voice said causing me to look up. My eyes met with a set a chocolate brown ones, he’s wearing a loose button up with a pair of black jeans.

“Like what you see?” He said pulling out his wallet. “T-That would be 7 dollars... C-Cash or Card?” I spoke avoiding eye contact.

“Cash.” He said looking through his wallet.

“Name please.” I said pulling out an order sheet writing the velvet cupcake on it.

“Can I give you my initials?” He says and I nodded.

“How about… JK.” He says causing me to freeze. I look up once more and see him smirking. “What’s the matter? You look at little spooked, didn’t expect me to find you?” JK says as I placed the order.

“I didn’t say anything.” I spoke truthfully. Causing him to nod, “You have said anything yet.” He said placing his hand on the counter.

“I don’t plan on it.” I spoke getting nervous by the minute.

“You can calm down I’m not gonna kill you… yet…I’m not sure.” He spoke causing my eyes to widen.

“7 dollars p-please.” I said and he laughs handing me a $100 bill. “We don’t-“ before I could deny the bill he gave me a look and immediately closed my mouth.

“You don’t what?” I shake my head taking the bill but he suddenly grabs my wrist.

“I’m not letting you off the hook. I’m gonna keep you around until I get bored of you or possibly give you the same treatment Blake had gotten.” He spoke letting me go to go pick up his order.

“See you around _____.” He says causing me to shiver.

I’m officially screwed.

[psychicreadsgirl]

Hi, could you do a reading on my weight loss? I used to play sports in my teens but I was never slim, I stopped and gained like 20lbs. Now Im trying to lose that weight - Dri

Your metabolism got worse over the years. This is normal as you get older, to be honest. It will continue to worsen so you have to eat healthily like vegetables, lean protein, enough carbs etc, and exercise consistently. You need to count your calories well. I suggest a calorie app/fitness app to track things. Fruits have a lot of sugar, so you have to be careful what type of fruit you ingest. Nuts are not so healthy tbh. They have healthy fat yes, but many people end up over-ingesting and forget that even with healthy fat, too much of it is still fat. Tofu isn’t as healthy as most people think; GMO soy beans used. You have to exercise at least 30 minutes - an hour a day and also drink lots of water. You have to be able to commit to a strict regimen if you want to lose 20 pounds. It is unlikely you will be able to follow such a strict exercise/diet plan given your personality. You are the type that will likely give in after a good two weeks and want to have 1 cheat day that turns into 2 and then 3 and then the whole week. You have to measure yourself at least once a week, minimum, preferably in the morning when you haven’t eaten. You wear close to nothing to measure so you get an accurate weight. You need to measure using a measuring tape too. Take measurements of your waist, in particular. 

You eat smaller portions than normal. You’ve been eating more than you need for your height. I recommend getting smaller sized bowls and taking longer to chew your food. At least 10 - 20 chews per mouthful. You can also use a different hand to use your fork/utensil to eat. That slows down how you eat. You can also drink 1 cup of water before you have your meal; often when you think you are hungry, you are actually thirsty. It also takes the stomach around 20 - 30 mins to realize that it’s actually full. You never should eat till you feel 100% stuffed. You should eat till around you feel 80% stuffed. You should never starve yourself either. Your meals should make you full enough that you don’t need to keep snacking unnecessarily in life.

In terms of healthy food, I recommend for meat, lean protein like turkey breast/chicken breast. Pork I don’t recommend so much. Beef in moderation. It’s best to eat food that’s unprocessed ie no additional manufacturing done. Sausages = real bad. Processed. For vegetables, you need a wide range. Mushrooms aren’t so good; many are GMO too or grown in factories. Organic meat is good. I don’t think it’s necessary to do organic vegetables unless you’re able to wash them very well. Many times they come with many insects, especially when ingested raw. 

For meals, you need to keep the dressing to a minimum. Salt and pepper. Healthy vegetable oil is good. Everything else you can cut out. When you order a salad, ask for no dressing. Don’t pick those ones with tons of nuts/seeds and dried cranberries. Cheese needs to be done in moderation; cheese is not so nutritionally beneficial. Yes it has calcium but the amt of fat per piece is real high and a lot of people break out from eating cheese.Say no to sweets like chocolate or candy. You can ingest a bit of dark chocolate with minimal sugar, but that’s very minimal. No marshmallows, no cakes, no cupcakes, or whatever. Sugar in that sense is not good for you. And these carbs are not worthy of anything. You also have to pick your exercises carefully. Has to be a mix of anaerobic and aerobic. Need also to use weights. You should see a nutritionist if you can to help with your diet plan. You cannot take diet pills or think some supplement will help you. You have to put in the hard work and the commitment to be able to lose weight in a healthy manner, or else you will just rebound or end up skinny fat/skinny but many health issues that will arise.  

I also don't recommend becoming vegetarian or vegan. As humans, we are born as omnivores, meaning we need both meat and vegetables to survive. It’s very, very hard to maintain the right nutrients, especially by being vegan. Vegetarian - you can still ingest eggs, but vegan . . . a bit too extreme for the body. If you do choose these two routes, you really need to consult a dietician/nutritionist who can help you get enough of your nutrients. It’s useless being skinny if you’re doing it the unhealthy way. It’ll show in the long term with your skin, teeth, complexion, hair, and later on give you other health problems. Many vegetarians/vegans I know end up suffering from malnutrition and then have to see their doctor to be told they lack this or that. 

You’ll need a good 4 - 6 months to lose at least 10 pounds. I’m more into losing weight slowly than a rapid drop in weight loss. Usually those fast weight loss methods are fads (Esp the ones that celebrities do). Totally unhealthy and you end up losing muscle more so than fat. However, most humans like to see results fast so they just take the shortcut for short term profits. Then they end up with bad health later on, but that’s okay to them because they look “skinny”. To each their own.

[clownsgobeepbeep]

Stupid

And now...the brothers from other fathers X3

Also, I know it seems like it, but Basil is not talking at all

Anyways, I was originally going to go with something sillier but instead went this this haha...I will write something else with them however that is a lot more funner uwu

Back in the past, what was considered the future to some, things were tense and only getting worse by the passing days.

Basil knew this as did his younger sister, and numerous times had they attempted to fix the wrongdoings done by this nauseating figure with glowing, pink eyes.

He hated that he knew just who this was messing around with everybody and everything as much as possible, but he nor anybody was allowed to say it. Unfortunately, certain happenings were bound and supposed to happen, this he despised. Especially if it had anything to do with his dear mother.

Basil sat in front of his desk, fingers rapidly typing words as his eyes read each new one that appeared on the screen before him. He read everything he typed before stopping said actions, then reaching to the side to grab his mouse, dragging it across the screen to then play a voice that sounded through his speakers.

“Hello Daryl. I want to play a game. What you see before-”

“You’re still on with that shizz?” 

Basil pressed the pause button before remaining still, eyes then peering to the area behind him: an empty corner that long ago had been the spot where his tool shelf was. Now, at least as he looked at it in the very moment, it served as the spot for a hole in the ground that did not lead to what was beneath his bedroom.

“I still find it so weird and suspicious how I was the only one born...normal.”

The boy spun his chair around before his eyes caught sight of two green ones, a casual expression they were on as a mouth bit into a chocolate bar.

“Hey Basil.”

“Hello Rowan.” a voice sounded from Basil’s computer after he had played another file.

“Ew, do you have to use the Jigsaw voice?”

“Yes.”

“Hm, okay.” the other boy gave a shrug before taking another bite of his chocolate bar. As Basil’s eyes stayed on him, Rowan softly bopped his head as he remained in his same position, very casual about the whole situation. So, Basil was quick to type a phrase that was then spoken through the speakers again.

“Are you coming in or staying in that rabbit hole?”

“Guess I could get out.” Rowan laughed to himself before climbing out of the hole, using his free hand to close the ground before plopping down onto Basil’s bed . “So, how you’ve been my bro?”

Basil gave a shrug in response before his back arms appeared, grabbing onto the bed to pull and make his chair roll over so that he was now closer towards the other boy.

“Bro, you have got to stop showing those off.” Rowan waved his chocolate bar at Basil’s extra limbs. “I so wish I had those. All I got were these antlers.”

“You don’t even have them out.” Basil signed at Rowan who nodded.

“See my point? Besides, they’ve just been dropping leaves everywhere and it’s getting annoying.” Rowan gave a deep sigh as he now lay on Basil’s bed, looking at the picture on the nightstand which was of the Ula of that timeline. “Why’s she gotta be so pretty?”

Basil blinked at the picture of his mother, a lovely grin on her features that were somehow more visible now that her hair...was so much shorter...nonetheless, she remained as beautiful as ever. 

“Anyways, bro.” Rowan made Basil snap out of his thoughts, the two boys now looking at each other. “When did you last visit mom and dads?”

“Yesterday.” Basil simply signed as Rowan set down the picture and sat up, crumpling his chocolate wrapper and throwing it behind him without bothering to look as it landed inside the trash can. “Decided to give her some time alone.”

“How is she?”

“Coping. Smiling. Hiding behind that smile.”

“Oh no. What about dads?”

“Schrader, conflicted. Atlas, with his parents.”

“He’s still hiding away!?” Rowan exclaimed before Basil nodded. “That wuss puss! If he doesn’t hurry it up and be there for mom, I swear, I swear I’ll go and-”

Basil then raised his hands as if to calm down Rowan, his back hands following his example.

“Darn it...just...bitch the pot Basil. I have to hear more of this.” Rowan gave a groan before he watched Basil’s hands push his chair away from the bed and back towards his desk where he was about to type  into his computer. “But please don’t use the Jigsaw voice.”

“Wuss puss.” the computer spoke in said voice after Basil had typed into it, then typing once again to make a new voice play. “Mom had a talk with grandpa Lennie and she seemed to have been coping better. I could tell that she’s still feeling bad about the situation with our dads however.”

“Does she plan on talking to them?”

“Atlas, affirmative. Schrader, negative.”

“For star’s sake.” Rowan shook his head while pinching the bridge of his nose. “I swear, all three of them are stupid.”

Basil ceased his typing for a moment before turning to Rowan, his eyebrows deepened a bit more as the other boy continued speaking of the parents.

“Seriously, why doesn’t mom just accept both guys? Nothing wrong with a little poly, like auntie Cordie said. Love triangles are out.” Rowan crossed his arms with a disappointed look on his expression. “And like, why don’t our dads just like…”

Rowan then lowered his long sleeves to show his hands, fingers awkwardly intertwining as he attempted to send a message through.

“Ya know? Bro?”

“Negative.”

“Why don’t they just...you know...they both love mom, got a few similarities...good looking guys like them...ahem.” Rowan gave a bit of a cough as Basil could only give him his signature, and only, stare. “They should just stop fighting over her.”

“They’re not fighting over her.” Basil’s computer stated as he now displayed a triangle on the screen, each angle having a picture of each parent. “Atlas and mom have not broken up and as it looks, they probably won’t once they talk it out.”

“Okay, so…?”

“Schrader is 100% convinced mom no longer has any feelings towards him, his hope is running out so he sees no point in fighting for mom when there isn’t even a fight to begin with.” the computer claimed before Schrader’s picture disappeared, as did two lines so that now there was a single one connecting Atlas and Ula’s pictures. “Technically, there isn’t a love triangle since Schrader doesn’t include himself in the equation. That would only happen if Atlas and mom officially broke up.”

“Wait, so right now…” Rowan squinted his eyes. “Right now, how are-”

“I have been able to travel with Flora because of the tension between Atlas and mom. Once that it over however…”

“Dont. Don’t even mention it.” Rowan grew serious, very well knowing what Basil was referring to. “I don’t want to think about that, especially not now.”

“It’s going to happen sooner or later.”

“Not if we can stop it.” Rowan claimed before Basil shook his head. “Come on bro, don’t-”

“We can’t prevent it. Mom is going to choose to stay with Atlas, especially because his insecurities and lack of confidence lead him to assume that she still has feelings for Schrader. Mom denies these feelings and wants to prove this to Atlas.”

“That’s so stupid!” Rowan shouted before standing up, fists inside his sleeves angrily clenched. “Dad’s stupid! Mom’s stupid!”

Basil’s gave Rowan a glare before he crossed his arms.

“You know it very well as I do! I know you’re a mama’s boy, but even you have to admit how stupid mom is being!”

Basil stared at Rowan for a moment, then giving a sigh and shrug, agreeing with Rowan.

“Mom clearly loves Schrader, then she’ll talk it over with Atlas, then he’ll be accepting and they’ll all be together and then we’ll both be born as twins or brothers and we’ll have more siblings and even Flora will love me and we’ll all be one, big, happy family! Because, mom loves both guys! Right?” Rowan looked at Basil with hope, then grabbing his shoulders to slightly shake him. “Right? Bro?”

Once again, Basil plainly stared at Rowan, then turning away with a deep sigh.

“Right, Basil?”

The brown haired boy felt as his friend carefully removed his hands from his shoulders, then standing up and walking away to the corner where two large bean bags were. Basil plopped down on one before grabbing a remote control, turning on the television on the wall before patting the other bean bag.

Rowan saw as a horror movie was now playing, so he went over and plopped down as well. He saw how Basil snapped his fingers and a large bowl of popcorn and sodas appeared in between them, so Rowan snapped his fingers as well before boxes of pizza and cupcakes appeared as well.

“Basil?” The orange haired boy turned to look at Rowan who gave a small smile. “You know you’re my bro right?”

Basil responded with a simple nod.

“You’re the best bro, Flora and Frankie are lucky to have you.” Rowan grabbed a handful of popcorn, seeing as Basil shook his head and dropped the remote to sigh.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“Haha, sure, bro...” Rowan lightly chuckled before turning to the television screen with a smile. “What are we watching today?”

[americangoulash]

Sample Lunch

Growing up, one of my favorite things to do with my family was “sample lunch” at Costco, even though I don’t think my family ever had their own Costco membership.

For those of you who are not familiar with Costco, it’s a wholesale warehouse store where you can get a mega-size of anything from storage sheds to a year’s supply of emergency food to actual coffins ( (if the apocalypse prep doesn’t work out for you.) I think the coffins are regular-sized, not mega-sized, but I digress. The deal with Costco is that you have to pay a small annual membership fee in order to access their extraordinary savings/10-pound tubs of butter. I was told that you had to also be a business owner - which is why my family pretended to be our business-owning neighbor. Honestly, I think we were just frugal. It was easier to commit these small crimes back in the ‘80s/’90s. Early digital photo technology was so bad that my mother, Anyu - a perpetually worried, statuesque brunette Transylvanian woman - somehow managed to pass herself off as Humberto Jose González-Villaseñor - a barrel-chested, long-haired Latino man with an infectious grin. If questioned, she’d say that the picture was of my grandma, Nagymama, who had not smiled since 1955. Anyu said that the picture was just really, really old. At 24 pixels-per-inch, either the Costco greeter either couldn’t tell the difference or did not want to risk angering my Nagymama.

I have included a rudimentary illustration to indicate how ridiculous this was:  

I’m the little one in the hat dancing because Costco had ice cream samples that day.

I’m not actually sure what the heck we bought at Costco. We were a small family, so I doubt we would have been able to go through five gallons of 100% Pure Vegetable Oil or afford the 10-pound bag of fish sticks. “Vild caught!” Anyu would say, “Just like your fadder and the po-lice, ahahaha.”I’m pretty sure that the number one reason for going to Costco was for Sample Lunch. You see, Costco has vendors come in to do product demonstrations, which usually comes with a free sample. We could have smiled, thanked the vendor, and enjoyed one sample per item per person like normal humans.  The thing is, there is no limit on how many samples you can take. So per usual with my family, there was always some kind of scheme.

Here’s how it went - my mother would “distract” the person handing out the samples. Meanwhile, I would pull out my oversized sweatshirt like a sort of parachute so Nagymama could load up sample after sample into my shirt. (Though unrelated to the scheme at hand, it's worth mentioning that she’d always check first to make sure that my undershirt was tucked into my underwear so no torso skin would ever be exposed to refrigerated air, lest I catch a “kidney cold.”)

When my mother was done being distracting, we would combine the samples into a piece of tin foil that Nagymama had been saving since the war and go for a loop around the crate of frozen peas. I���d usually eat a few before they went into the tinfoil and Nagymama would yell at me for eating too fast because the sample was too hot/too cold. Only room-temperature foods were safe. Then, Nagymama would put on her glasses, thinking that she as a 5-foot-tall lady who looked exactly like George Washington in a babushka wasn’t enough of a disguise, and we'd round the sample aisle again. And again. 

We did this so often that the vendors started to get to know Nagymama. She even asked if she could bring the perfume sample vendor, Marlene, to my choir recital, even though I have no idea why she hung out in the perfume sample section since  Anyu was allergic to perfume. “Vrap them up in a plastic in case we can give them as a gift to somevon,” Nagymama said. As little as we had back then, Anyu and Nagymama were oddly generous about collecting as many things as they could so they could give gifts to other people. 

A part of me also thinks that Anyu knew that we could get as many samples as we wanted without all the trickery, but simply welcomed the time to commiserate with another adult human being. Sure, they were paid vendors, trapped behind a booth and forced to be nice to her, but isn’t that also what 90% of therapy is? 

Anyu: “Nobody appreciates how hard I vork.”  Vendor: “You do work hard. Why not treat yourself to Totinos Pizza Rolls™?” Anyu: “...and I told him, you get out!” Vendor: “The great thing about Totinos Pizza Rolls™ is that your deadbeat husband can take them even when he’s on the go!” Anyu: “...and you know vhat? He doesn’t even pay child support ” Vendor: “The Totinos corporation understands that money is tight sometimes. That's why it is just three dollars for 150 Totinos Pizza Rolls™. And yet, they technically qualify as food!” I poked fun at all of this even at the time, but flash forward 20 years and I am not any better. This is my food diary entry from today: 

Bibigo Steamed Vegetable Wonton (½) 

Kirkland Orange Juice (2 ounces)

Dark Chocolate Coconut Almond (3 almonds)

Organic Chickpea Puffs (2 & 1/4 puffs)

Haagen Dazs Vanilla Milk Chocolate Almond Ice Cream (like a thumb size?) 

An indeterminate number of sausage pieces (each skewered with ½ pretzel stick! This is a good idea. Remember to do this at parties so people don’t waste plastic forks. Add to a different list of things that I’m supposed to remember)

Weird Chicken Salad Thing ( ½ oz)… man that sucked, why did I even get that? I knew it was going to be bad but there wasn’t a line. Now I know why. Who wants to lap tepid chicken salad with low-fat mayo out of a cupcake liner? I should have gone back for another piece of wonton instead, but there was a lady standing there, causing a bottleneck, talking to the vendor about her sciatica and.... OMG! I think other people do the thing my mother did! Remember to write blog about this.

Etc.

At least I actually pay for my membership now, and I never take more than 2 at a time - one for me, one for my husband, who I swear exists (even though he refuses to wear an oversized sweater.) I may or may not do multiple laps.

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[ofdianaes-blog]

DIANA  ARCHIBALD [ VIRGINIA GARDENER ] is a JUNIOR at Broadripple Academy. She is SEVENTEEN years old, from BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS and has been at Broadripple Academy for HALF A year.

hiya all ! i’m meredith, i’m 18 and i never learned how to fucking read i’m super excited to be here ! feel free to slide into my ims if you want to plot at all, i’m down for whatever and am super excited to get to plotting with you all, and i hope you love/hate my new baby, diana just as much as i do. i’ve included some stuff about her under the cut, as well as some plot ideas i’d like to see. y’all can also message me on discord if you want for easier plotting, i’m meredith#3445

okay, her bio is all the way at the end of this just in case it’s posted on the main by the time i post this and i don’t wanna make anyone suffer through it. if you haven’t seen it, just scroll on down and it should be there for you to learn all about my girl. now for wanted plots/plot ideas ( i’m like, zero percent limited to any of these ) 

BLACKMAIL OR SYMPATHY? THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER basically, this plot is someone knowing that diana is a big fat faker. maybe they went to middle school with her, or one of her many different personalities in high school before they both ended up at broadripple. with all the times she’s moved, as long as it was in state ... it might very well be a possibility she knows one person. maybe they read her diary, she keeps it under her mattress. maybe they just caught her mouthing the words to a billboard top 100 song and her cover is blown. who knows! we can sort all that out. this person can either hold this over diana’s head, or they’ll feel bad for her and attempt to show her the ropes of everything and keep her secret on the dl. the first is more fun for me, the second is more fun for diana. your pick. 

YOU’VE_GOT_A_FRIEND_IN_ME.mp3 someone that sees through that pretentious candy shell to the mediocre chocolate that’s beneath. i imagine most people have a low tolerance for when diana gets into one of her real cinema is dead, i was born in the wrong generation moods, but this is the person that sticks by her, reminds her she’s being obnoxious, and she can still listen to the smiths in 2019, no one is stopping her. did they meet in english class, sharing an illicit cigarette, bonding over how diana is always getting a coffee? it’s all up to you, but partners in not really crime is something i’d love to see for her. she gets lonely, y’all. 

RIVALS TO ENEMIES TO RIVALS (100k, F/?) i’m running out of creativity for these plot ideas, okay? anyone who dare insinuate (or outright say) diana is wrong about, ahem, anything, or has poor taste or whatever is bound to be at the receiving end of her wrath. and by wrath, i mean glares across the hallway and the angry writings in her journal. don’t call it a diary, even though it really is, she’ll get mad. if this person wants to share passive aggressive quips and feuds, then ooh boy, is diana the enemy for them. this can be someone who’s uninhibited by her desperation for the cool factor and is just themselves, or someone who thinks she isn’t cool enough. either one will make her skin crawl. 

FILM PROTEGE / HER YOUNG PADAWAN they don’t even necessarily have to be into the same shit she is, or film at all, though they could want her to teach them about shitty foreign films and 80s sadgirl music. if she sees anyone shy or meek or just not with big enough of a personality, she’ll ceaselessly volunteer to show them to the world of not knowing how to shut their damn mouth. god knows that’s the world she’s living in. while she isn’t necessarily a rebel (she always recycles and does her homework), she does partake in habits such as [ gasp ] swearing and the devil’s lettuce. whether this person is shy or just extraordinary strait-laced .... let diana ( holes voice ) fix that 

okay, now her bio is below this line. enjoy !

Though Diana Archibald is indisputably a firecracker, to say she came into the world with a bang would be a bold faced lie. She was born to the archetypical white picket fence, upper middle class family. She donned pink onesies and cooed alongside family pet golden retriever, a friendly, brown-eyed creature named Max — Diana would vomit at how the stereotypes seemed to stack so neatly. Tragedy and betrayal, however, can taint even the most normal of lives, and with her mother’s cancer diagnoses, her father was out the door before she could toddle. Hindered by the cost of medical bills, Elizabeth Archibald, Diana’s partial namesake, withered away into nothing. With her father unable to be located for child support or to take her in, who was once a perfect, porcelain blonde baby doll became red faced and tearful toddler — a ward of the state, sent on the pipeline from foster home to foster home.

Diana was raised on half rewound VHS tapes and scratchy, skipping DVDs that she was shoved in front of to keep her docile and occupied. Her obsession with stories didn’t stop there, as she stumbling through the minimal words in picture books turned into devouring novels with a wind up flashlight under the thick covers of her bunk bed. She saw herself in the pages of protagonists burned by tragic backstories, of boys and girls who rose from the ashes and became strong and willful and exactly who she wanted to be. She wanted nothing more than to satiate the hunger she felt to be like them: to be something. And so, the lies began: carefully crafted, always a new story wherever she went.

The first half of freshman year, she was a bubbly cheerleader in a tiny town on the Connecticut border, where she reeked of bubblegum and painted her nails bright pink in class, doodling the names of the cutest boys in school amongst her math notes. Second half, she was a band geek in Cambridge, with grades imbalanced to direct her towards the arts as she nervously learned to play the clarinet, swapping spit under the bleachers with pimple faced boys who played the drums and frizzy-braided girls in the brass section. The first half of sophomore year she lived in the suburbs of Boston, where she had heavy black eyeliner and a permanent scowl on her face, she recited poetry and wrote her own, deep and dark. She got a stick and poke on her ankle in her best friend’s garage, and shoplifted religiously. Once January hit and she was somewhere else, demanding she was referred to only by her last name. She wore flannel and beanies and refused to speak in class, passing a joint back and forth around in the basement of a senior who looked at her with leering eyes. The first half of her junior year, she was the perfect church girl, her hair always in neat braids and a smile on lightly glossed lips as she perfectly enunciated hymns and messages of peace be with you. A golden cross hung loosely around her neck, and she meticulously frosted cupcakes for the school bake sale and highlighted passages in her bible.

That’s how she supposes, she ended up at Broadripple. After she was shoved out of that town, that school, that family, her newfound love of religion was deemed of enough importance: Diana was a lovely candidate for the philanthropy of Broadripple Academy, and they would be so happy to have her attend. She was used to moving, but not into buildings with ivy covered walls and pleated skirts being added to her wardrobe. The sudden, abrupt change unlike any other had left her floundering for a new personality to latch onto, a new story to spin: until she came up with the best one yet. The perfect story was a story maker, pathological liar turned into filmmaker. Polaroid camera is always tucked into her backpack, and phone is always ready to film. She’s no longer a participant: she’s an observer. Her father was an important producer in Hollywood, she told everyone in her science class. Her mother was a retired soap opera star, but she was just as beautiful as she was in her haydey. No one cared enough to Google, and ambiguities and carefully placed anecdotes were her specialties — it worked. Now, she was the creative, wide eyed and quiet, journaling late into the night and always with a cup of coffee in hand, contraband cigarettes kept in her bottom dresser drawer. She reads classic literature and insists music sounds better on vinyl, carefully critiquing the film taste of her peers.

No matter how carefully crafted, aren’t all ruses bound to end?

and her personality section !

She’s black coffee and vinyl records, she’s the crunch of fall leaves under your shoes and absent sharpie doodles up and down your arm. She’s ballpoint pens and perfume that smells like vanilla, she’s the big glasses perched on her nose that she doesn’t really need, she’s cheeks carefully dusted with blush to make her look kissed by winter air. She’s cinnamon bubblegum and sitting cross legged in the grass, snapping photos of bunnies as they trot between trees.

DISHONEST: There’s an itch that can’t be scratched away, and it’s to tell another lie. One more won’t hurt. She tells herself, in fact, it might just help. She’s lived in Beverly Hills and Brooklyn, she tells them, twirling her hair nervously around her finger. She’s never even left the state.

ASTUTE: There’s no denying Diana is smart. One has to be, to stop themselves from getting tangled in a web of dishonesty. Math and science aren’t specialties of hers, but they still come easily, and her natural flair for artistry and the dramatics has made her an excellent writer and creative student. Good grades are easily achieved, and Diana easily takes notice of things other people try to hide.

SELF-IMPORTANT: Diana does everything better, she’s sure of it. After all, she’s had to put in the research into how exactly to do things right. This new personality of hers only amplifies the airs of betterness she seems to put on — though there’s no cracks shown in confidence, it certainly is a facade.

GREGARIOUS: Even in her quite states, it’s always been easy for Diana to make friends. She’s naturally empathetic, and has no issue molding herself to suit what the conversation needs. She’ll donate to charity or talk shit behind your back — whatever the conversation calls for. She’s a social butterfly that can never seem to settle on a hive, and that leaves most of her relationships at surface level.

[straykidsscribbles]

Falling For You (So Sweetly)

Chan’s Soulmate AU! So basically in this one the first touch you have with your soulmate causes magnetic attraction to them for a week or so, enough to ensure that you two get together for sure. Also you may end up hungry after reading this... 

See: Minho

@strayboys Phoebe this is dedicated to you okie? I hope you like it!

Wow this is trashy I can’t write why do I even try also I don’t know if you can tell but I love baking and desserts. I’m not 100% satisfied but I’m not going to edit it soooo. Enjoy? 

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“Get down from the ladder before you fall off and break your neck dear,” your grandma shouted as she puttered about near the ovens. You slowly balance the large bag of powdered sugar on your hip as you descend the ladder one-handed, focusing only on getting down those ridiculously steep rungs. Honestly, why don’t we keep heavy stuff like flour and sugar near the bottom. I know we need the space for fruits that get replaced more often but really, our entire storage system needs reorganizing.

“Mami, I have the sugar! Should I start the frosting for the second batch of chocolate cupcakes or should I do the carrot cheesecake ones first?” You call out as you move back to your station in the kitchen, preparing to make your sixth batch of frosting for the day. It was the middle of spring break, and you were enjoying spending your free time away from college working at your grandmother’s bakery. She had taught you how to bake when your parents had had to leave for a major work trip for six months in the middle of a school year. You’d stayed with her at the bakery and picked up as much as you could about her craft.

“Do the carrot cheesecake, we still have chocolate ones out front. And once you’re done with those I need you to go and stay at the counter alright?”

“Do I have to handle customers today? It’s going to be crowded and isn’t it Ari’s shift anyways? Besides, I don’t like touching all those strangers, even if it’s just brushing hands.  I always feel like someone tried to stick a USB in me the wrong way.” You shudder as you turn on the mixer and begin whipping the cream cheese.

“Love, you have to learn to live with it until you meet your soulmate. Besides I need to finish this cake order, we have to deliver it tomorrow! No more arguments, get to work.” You grudgingly finish making the frosting, twisting a parchment paper cone to begin piping small rosettes over the sea of 4 dozen cupcakes.

Just as you settled into a rhythm of squeeze, swirl, twist, lift, repeat, a voice called from the front of the shop, near the counter.

“I’m sorry, is anyone here?”

“Yup, just one second, I’ll be out” you finish the rosette you were on and trudged through the low doors that separated the kitchen from the main cafe area of the shop, wiping your hands on your apron. A gaggle of boys around your age stood clustered around the counter, a few of them pointing to the different flavors and murmuring amongst themselves.

“Welcome to Cake, Pie, and Roll! How can I help you?” You try and put on a professional expression, not wanting to give away just how tired you are.

“Hi, I’d like to order a pastry for each of us? I’d like a salted caramel cupcake with pear jam please. What all do you lot want?” one of the boys, with silver curls smiled as he looked over the menu. Your heart stuttered a little as his adorable dimples made an appearance. He’s really very cute.

“Alright let’s go in age order, Woojin what do you want?” His voice broke into your lost thoughts and you quickly focused back on orders.The rest of them made their way to the counter one by one, each picking out a pastry. You scribbled down the orders, a chunk of honeycomb with orange mixed in (Woojin), a dark chocolate and peppermint swirl cupcake (Minho), a unicorn cream puff with rainbow sprinkles (Changbin), a maple glazed doughnut (Hyunjin), a chocolate cream mini cheesecake (Jisung), a coffee cupcake with sprinkles (Felix), a cayenne brownie (Seungmin), and a piece of plum tart with lemon drizzle (Jeongin). You bustled around, quickly picking out each pastry and passing it to the boy in question, amused by the sheer variety in taste they displayed. No boring vanilla cake here, not a chance.  

“Is that all?” you ask as you pass the first boy his caramel cupcake.

“Yes, thank you!” Your hands brush and a spark seems to flit between them. Was that just static, or… my link is supposed to be first touch. Who knows, this could be him?

Shaking your head, you quickly total up the bill and he pays, groaning a little at the amount. The boys push three little tables together and sit down to enjoy the desserts, laughing and joking with each other. You smile watching them. It is nice to see people enjoy our food. We are the best bakery around, aren’t we, you smugly thought to yourself.

“If you need anything please just call me. We’re a little shorthanded today, so I’m just in the back alright?” You call out as you head back to your pile of unfrosted carrot cupcakes.

“Thank you, we will” they chorused. You quickly settle into a rhythm again, finishing the last two trays quickly and carrying them out one by one. You begin arranging them in the display, using the cupcakes as an excuse to observe the gaggle of boys filling the little shop. They seemed to be amazingly comfortable with each other for such a large group, hanging off each other’s shoulders and talking over each other at the speed of light without a care in the world. Lost in thought, you started as a voice broke into your thoughts, hitting your head on the overhanging counter edge.

“Sorry, I just wanted to say your pastries are amazing! Can we take some with us to go?” one of the boys, this one with a beret and dark, starry eyes, asked.

“Sure, just let me get a box” you reach over and begin putting together a selection of confections.

“Channie-hyung, hurry up and come and pay for these. We need dessert and I refuse to ever let Hyunjin near a kitchen again.” The silver haired boy from earlier, who you now knew was named Channie or something along those lines, came back and paid. 

“Honestly Minho, you too could pay for something! Thank you again for the pastries” he said, turning back to you.

“No problem, have a nice day!” you smile back at them, and watch as they turn to join the rest of their group waiting outside.

Suddenly, you feel a pulling sensation at one of your fingers, almost as though your hand was magnetic and you were next to a metal wall. What on earth is going on…

Your feet started slipping from under you as you slid across the floor towards the door. Chan, or whatever his name was, also seemed to be sliding towards you. You flinched, closing your eyes as the two of you collided and landed hard on the floor in a tangle of limbs, with your left hand firmly stuck to his right.

The tingling sensation got stronger and stronger as you tried to sit up and failed, only sprawling back over the boy’s chest. You could feel his heart racing in time to your own, possibly as a result of your rather surprising fall.

“What the fuck just happened?”

“Felix, I think Channie-hyung just met his soulmate.”

“Yah, didn’t he say his link was First Touch.”

“Wow, she’s totally his type type too.”

“Hey, they can cook together.”

“Should we help them out? Try and get them to sit up?”

Your grandmother comes bustling out of the kitchen, a worried expression on her face. “I thought I heard someone fall, is everyone alright?” She then caught sight of you and began to laugh. “Aren’t you glad I made you handle the counter today?” she says with a teasing grin on her face.

You maneuver your way to a sitting position, left hand still curled around your soulmate’s right. Careful, don’t put your foot in your mouth. Making eye contact for the first time since the fall, still blushing furiously, you smile and introduce yourself. “I’m ____, and I guess we’re soulmates.”

“I’m Chan. It’s lovely to finally meet you.” A small blush covered his cheeks even as the dimples you’d noticed earlier made another appearance.

“Okay, guys, let’s let them get to know each other a little better. We can head back alone, Chan, you join us later okay?” The tall blond one herded the rest of the boys away, leaving you with just your soulmate and your grandmother smiling benignly at you.

“You two are welcome to go to the garden in the back and talk alright? I’ll stay out here, that wedding cake isn’t going anywhere and I can finish the sugar roses later.” You smile at your grandmother and slowly get to your feet, pulling Chan with you.

You spend an hour talking in the garden, the start of many hours of talking and cuddles and a life together. And for the rest of your lives, no one ever let you live down the fact that you two had actually fallen for each other. In the most cliche way possible.

[carmenlire]

Higher than the Big Trees Ch. 8

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Humble Pride: The Duality of Alec Lightwood Out Magazine Feature, June 2018 Article by Andrew Bronheimer Photos by Connor Murphy

Alec Lightwood. Heartthrob to millions, artist extraordinaire, last year’s Paris Fashion Week surprise when he walked down the Armani runway in a truly delectable teal suit with suitably dramatic eye makeup. Lightwood’s been the talk of the town for over a decade now. He released his very first song a week before he turned sixteen and the rest, as they say, is history.

Lightwood’s illustrious career has spanned controversy and continents and just recently has earned him the title Entertainer of the Year just a few months ago-- for the third time. For those that don’t know, Alec writes all of his songs and can play a variety of instruments including the guitar, piano, drums, and the clarinet.

Alec has just wrapped up his latest world tour. 128 tour dates, over a million tickets sold, and an estimated 700 million dollars in revenue resulted in a sold-out tour for a triple platinum album that puts this superstar at the top of his game.

We don’t see him falling anytime soon.

Because I’m obsessive about making a good impression to my guests, I showed up to the little cafe we had agreed to meet up at half an hour early. It gives me time to review my notes and take a breath, opening my mind for first impressions-- both good and bad.

The cafe in question is cute. It’s full of bright colors-- splashes of crimson mixed with ribbons of turquoise gives the place a kitschy, bohemian air. The pastry display at the front of the shop is beautiful with fluffy scones and gigantic cupcakes covered with a mountain of frosting.

It’s turning towards evening and the golden light adds to the summer ambiance. I was just debating between a piece of raspberry swirl pound cake or triple chocolate muffin when the little bell above the door chimed and in walked the man of the hour.

Alec Lightwood is even more stunning in person, dear readers. He’s sporting a five o’clock shadow that makes his face a little more rugged and his patrician features look carved from marble. He’s wearing slim fit pants in an alluring olive green with the bottoms rolled up to show surprisingly delicate ankles for such a tall man.

His navy sweater is just right, offering a lovely contrast from the pants and working well with his coloring.

Lightwood slips his sunglasses off and tucks then into the neck of his sweater. His eyes sweep across the surprisingly empty eatery before landing on me. Immediately, I’m a little intimidated. Razor sharp hazel eyes that show a surprising intelligence and his giraffe-like height are a little overwhelming when you’re a foot shorter and not expecting such attention.

In the next moment, Alec smiles and it’s a warm, engaging thing that instantly makes everything more comfortable.

We chat for a few minutes before deciding to order. Alec orders a coffee drink that is at least ninety-five percent sugar-- a concoction with caramel, mocha and whipped cream. We both choose a few pastries-- Alec goes for the dark chocolate scone-- and we settle in to our little table. He’s patient as I set my recorder up and seems content to happily munch on his baked good, giving the impression that he’s not bothered that I’m a little scattered today, of all days.

Then we begin.

Out: So, Alec, welcome back home. How does it feel?

Alec: (Laughs). Thanks, man. It feels great. I’m a New Yorker born and bred and while I love traveling nothing quite beats being home and taking that first subway ride after a while abroad.

O: You just wrapped up your latest sold-out tour. How did it compare to previous tours?

A: This tour was definitely the biggest on any scale, whether it was tickets sold, venue capacities, or effort. The crew was amazing every night, putting together sets and making sure that everything went off without a hitch. And the fans, well, they just continue to blow me away. Their enthusiasm is unmatched. While grueling-- it’s the longest tour I’ve ever done and covered the most distance-- it was indescribably brilliant. I had the time of my life and I hope everyone else feels the same.

O: World tour, check. What’s next for you, Lightwood?

A: That’s the million dollar question. I have a few months before I start recording my next album. I plan to take this summer and write most of the material for that record. Plus, I want to enjoy some time off. It’s been a year since I was last in New York and I want to get reacquainted with the city and with my family.

O: So, both work and play?

A: Yeah, I guess so. There’s always that push to think ahead in terms of my career-- what’s the next step, where can I go from here. I’ll definitely be working this summer. I have a few writing sessions lined up with artists I really admire and I’m excited to see what emerges from them. An Arrow in the Dark was a huge phase of that career, though, and coming off that album cycle kind of just leaves me with a desire to sleep for a century (laughs). I’m using this time to recharge and make my seventh album the best I can, the best I’ve ever done.

O: Can you tease anything from the next album?

A: I think this album might surprise the fans a little. I’ve been at this for over a decade. I want to stretch my legs and experiment a little. I don’t know what will make it on the record, but I need to change things up or I’ll get stale and that’s the worst thing for an artist to become.

O: So, you’re doing something different? We should prepare ourselves for something a little out of the box when we think of Alec Lightwood?

A: I guess that’s a takeaway. I just want the fans to go into things with an open mind. I’ve lived a lot in the past two years and those experiences will probably show up in my next album. I’m looking for new shit, man. I don’t want to put any parameters on my art-- who knows what’s going to come out.

O: Speaking of living a lot, you’ve been linked to several men, including Emmy-winning Actor Jason Desker. Can I ask if anything is going on there?

A: Sure, you can ask. Doesn’t mean I’ll answer. But, truthfully, there’s not much to say. Jason and I met up at an after-party and the next day rumors were swirling around about the two of us. I can tell you, 100 percent truth, that I am single and unattached. I’m not in a relationship and I haven’t been in one for years.

O: But what about all of the rumors?

A: They’re just that. Rumors. False gossip and idle speculation.

O: No one’s caught your eye, then?

A: No.

O: Okay, then. There’s the truth straight from your lips. Now, Alec, you’ve been out since almost the beginning of your career, which began when you were a junior in high school. What can you share about your own experiences coming out during such a turbulent time?

A: I’ve known I was gay since I was a little kid. Absolutely no doubt about it. It took me years to learn the name for what I felt and even longer to reconcile that part of me with everyone else’s expectations. When my family asked if there was anyone special I had me eye on, I’d shrug and deny anything, offering that school and sports were taking all of my focus. My siblings knew everything wasn’t what it seemed, but they let me have that shield to hide behind until I was ready to admit to the world that I wasn’t straight.

At the very start of my career, there was a lot of contention between a lot of parties on what my image should be. I kept quiet for months and was well into my senior year of high school when I decided to make my public move. I was the captain of the soccer team and had been going out with one of my teammates for a few months.

I was just fed up with it all. I had a hit song on the radio and the whole damn school knew about the two of us-- it was almost an open secret. The guy at the time was in the closet but ready to come out and I was standing in his way. So, the day we won the state tournament, I kissed him in front of a few thousand people out on the field. IT was an incredible high and I don't think either of us could believe what I'd just done.

Shit was a little crazy after that. The media took to the story like a house on fire and things at school and home were a little hectic for awhile. But I felt a lot of relief and everything was worth it in the end.

O: That’s quite a story.

A: (Laughs). Yeah. It was dramatic as hell and I caught a lot of heat for it, but I was just tired, you know? I was a month from graduation and planning to go on tour right after that and it was almost like, it was now or never. So, I chose now. The moment I did it was a cathartic release. All that weight just dropped from my shoulders. That isn’t to say that things were smooth sailing, because like I said there were a lot of parties that were unhappy with me and my irrevocable decision. My coming out wasn't just for my own mental health or peace of mind-- it was a deliberate business decision that I knew would impact my career from the second I went through with it, but I haven’t regretted anything. If sharing the absolute terror and relief I felt helps anyone, then I have no problem talking about my story.

O: You have a lot of fans and are a role model to many of them, especially those in our community. Do you have any advice for them?

A: I’d say, just share your truth. That sounds like such after school special bullshit but it’s true. Even if you are straight or cis, you can still be going through things that are difficult to handle or acknowledge. Once you start living your best life, is when you start really living. There will be hate and ignorance and all that bad stuff but being free and unapologetic about it is a powerful balm to any insults or accusations that might get hurled your way. Remember, there’s nothing wrong with what you feel. You’re valid and it’s going to be okay.

O: Wise words, Alec. Now that you’ve been out for almost a decade, can you share your ideal man? Give some of us some hope (laughs).

A: I don’t really have a type, man. I like intelligence and wit and kindness. I’m pretty basic that way. I can’t explain what catches my eye because it seems to change every time. I’ve been with guys who were vastly different, from a broker in the London Stock Exchange to a drummer in a Brazilian metal band. I don’t limit myself.

O: So no teasers on who we might next see you with?

A: Not really. All I can offer right now is that I’m looking for someone who sees beyond Alec Lightwood in all capital letters. I’m just a guy and when I do fall for someone it’s going to be real. Who knows when that will happen but I’m in no rush. I have a lot on my plate and things will happen when they’re meant to.

O: With that last statement, let’s end things with a fun tidbit. What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened on tour?

A: Embarrassing, huh? That’s certainly a different direction. There was that time in Dublin that I ripped my pants and my cartoon underwear showed for almost the entire concert and I didn’t know. But, I think I’d have to say that the most embarrassing thing that ever happened on stage was when I fell. It was an open arena and it was raining. Not too hard, but enough to make things slippery. I was in the middle of the dramatic chorus when I slipped like a cartoon on a banana peel. Everything was silent for a moment before I got my breath and stood up. By ass hurt like hell but I was only halfway through the set. I could feel my blush for the rest of the concert. It was awful.

O: And on that note, thank you Alec for agreeing to talk with Out Magazine.

We talked for a few more minutes, informally, before I had to leave for my next appointment. Alec was ushered by a photographer right after I left for the spread you can see in the following pages.

Lightwood is a powerhouse. He has the voice of a generation and a kind heart. He’s self deprecating and one doesn’t get the impression that he’s just another stuck-up celebrity out of touch with the average person. By all accounts, his fans are rabid over him and it’s not hard to see why. He’s a professional at all costs and is always engaging with fans on social media. With over eighty million followers on Twitter and Instagram, it’s undeniable that Alec has built an admirable foundation of support.

Watching behind the scenes videos and fan blogs, it’s obvious that there’s a rapport between Alec and his fans that not every artist is fortunate enough to have-- or cares enough to curate. There’s respect and love from both sides.

Alec Lightwood isn’t just a pretty face. He works as hard as his discography and grueling schedule indicates. The day we had the interview, Alec had a meeting with his record company board and met with the people at ABC for his Good Morning America appearance. His day didn’t end until almost dawn, as the photoshoot took hours after our sparse dinner. But Lightwood didn’t complain. A trooper, he seemed genuinely interested in our conversation and from what the photographer and wardrobe team told me, he took direction well and had fun with the shoot-- even though he had been up for almost twenty four hours at that point.

Alec Lightwood is an enigmatic man. He guards his life zealously. Everyone sees him stumbling out of clubs with a different guy on his arm every week. Everyone has seen his interviews and fans catch glimpses of the man behind the scenes, but that’s all they are. Brief looks into the private life of America’s favorite celebrity.

It makes one wonder about what lies beneath the surface. From our conversation, Alec had a wit and bluntness that’s admirable in the upper echelons of America’s darlings. He has a brother that owns an award-winning gym in Brooklyn with a mile-long waiting list and a sister that’s featured on countless magazine covers herself-- Isabelle Lightwood is set to appear in the Victoria’s Secret show in the fall and has racked up quite a following of her own.

This family is determined and, above all, generous. It’s been a pleasure watching Lightwood grow from the somewhat awkward teen to the self-assured man he is now, comfortable with his fame and the scrutiny of millions. This is the second time Lightwood has graced our Magazine’s cover and it’s always a delight. I, and the team at Out Magazine, wish Alec Lightwood all the luck on his next album. We can’t wait to hear it!

An Arrow in the dark, Lightwood’s sixth studio album and latest release, is out now and can be found online and in-store at a variety of merchants. See below for more details.

At the time of press, Chocolate Raspberry, his latest single, had sold over five million copies and was topping the charts at No. 1.

Word on the street has it that fans can expect another single to drop soon-- the acoustic and dark-toned Empty Hearts.

[abigailskoda]

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So what is current right now? Functional dresses that may be used time and again? Or something that flickers glamour and taste?

"Less is More" 1855 poem "Andrea del Sarto

Wedding clothes in hues apart from shades of white are simply something distinctive - creative and ambitious. They can be used over and over. Blush colorations, like red or peach are coming round again. A fashionable, pale, shimmering crimson is actually some thing to do not forget but in my opinion you cannot beat white. The classic white dress still sits at the pinnacle and has finished for loads of years.

Wedding portraiture

Depending on where you've got your ceremony, there are some issues to maintain in thoughts. A church wedding historically way hiring a unique vehicle to get you there. You ought to additionally think about the time you have got within the day as nicely; how lengthy will the journey be from A to B after which to C. If you are having a expert photographer, ensure you propose with him/her in which, how long and what sort of photography you would really like.

What's hot right now could be total coverage, and I locate the most interesting pix are the pre-wedding ceremony ones: the bridal prepping photographs of the makeup artist at paintings, the hair being styled, the marriage dress placing up prepared to be worn, the shoes, the state-of-the-art sparkling jewelry. As a society, we are now, greater than ever interested by the who, how and what went into creating a massive occasion. Look at any popular movie on DVD and Blu-ray nowadays and you may frequently locate the making-of documentaries are honestly longer than the film.

Preparation Preparation

We like seeing the main actors in between takes, behaving certainly and offering a little perception into their actual personalities. The equal applies to you, your bridesmaids, the Groom and grooms men. You clearly are going to be a superstar for the day and seeing the bridesmaids having a touch amusing getting geared up is exactly what you are going to need to look back on... No matter how antique they're.

A rite in a lodge may additionally imply no automobile is required, and you could loosen up a bit more due to the fact everything's central; all roads factor to one venue for absolutely everyone concerned. Also guests can book rooms for the night time so your reception does no longer ought to have a set end time.

Now permit's now not overlook a few key details both, have you concept about how the ring gets offered all through the rite? A favourite in the meanwhile is a adorned pillow with pins at the rings, or the own family canine sporting it down the aisle on call. Just be innovative, it is the little things that add that speciality.

Some church buildings and registrars have policies you want to be aware about and this is made clean when you are booking with them. They normally insist on only one respectable photographer being allowed to photo the event. This is not intended to be suggest or too controlling but it is a information protection trouble and in a few instances a copyright issue as nicely with reference to the venue. For instance, on the subject of the signing of the legitimate sign up no pictures is allowed - complete stop. This is a policy all officials will observe. But as soon as this formality is finished the photographer is free to seize the satisfied couple signing a fake e book rather.

Respect and Social Media

Something to keep in mind is the release of guest images onto social media at the night time of the marriage. You may or won't have an opinion on this, however a few couples ask their visitors to keep again their pictures and not submit them directly to social web sites till the legit ones are launched to so as hold their 'distinct' excellent. What I recommend is to ask every person on their invites to ship their pics to the bride and groom afterwards, and let them be the primary to peer their very own wedding.

Now I need to factor out a few facts right here: newbie photographers are anywhere and most of the people very own a few quite true cameras which can rival the photographers own device. Does this mean that uncle David is going to get the same snap shots as your hired photographer? Do you really want a photographer at all?

I can virtually say I even have in no way been wowed by those snaps. People do get lucky occasionally with perhaps 1 in 50. I even have but seen most of them emerge as online in social media web sites with titles like; pinnacle 100 worst wedding ceremony pictures though.

The factor is, you need a professional for quality and peace of thoughts. Like Jamie Oliver cooking a Wedding Breakfast or Maggie Sottero designing a unique get dressed, professionals in their field have the suitable device and skills to supply. A professional photographer is aware of what to look for and in which to be. You cannot assume a member of the family or pal to take on such a duty. The expert brings back-up facilities so no photograph is lost. He/she has the competencies to procedure your pictures and keep them nicely afterwards. Your employed photographer could have be versed in adjusting your snap shots, sprucing and cropping them to fit industrial print requirements geared up for printing.

DETAILS OF THE RECEPTION

Hunger - After a rite, maximum guests are hungry and thirsty. When making plans your wedding reception it might be sensible to provide canapés/appetisers with any reception beverages. These will revive any flagging visitors, and potentially save you any early inebriation.

Wedding reception

Cake - The wedding cake is a subculture that people seem to be re-vamping and modernising. Recent weddings I actually have attended have seen the slicing of the conventional iced fruit cake take a backseat and sometimes just no longer appear in any respect! This may be seasonal preference, as an example, iciness tastes veer towards chocolate and wealthy flavours, while in summer time I actually have visible light sponges, lemon cake or maybe simply an amazing antique cheesecake. Wedding fairs are presently promoting ice-cream desserts that double as a dessert for the Wedding Breakfast, or layered tiers of frosted cupcakes that can be dispensed on the large day with out the need to reduce the cake.

Messages - The conventional way is a visitor signing e book, it's a incredible keep sake to take home. But there are already new ideas available. How approximately a wishing well that guests can put little notes into? Once you're finished with it after the wedding, stick it in the lawn and permit nature grow round it.

Presents - A super way to make the speeches extra interesting is giving out offers to those who have helped and been there for you, you can even strive a a laugh raffle or supply out lottery tickets.

Kids - If there are youngsters present, you may be sure that they'll be bored and ready to begin running around, having amusing and generally getting under your ft. You can plan for this too, via having bubble blowing bottles available to hand out. It appears top on the snap shots too and is such fun even the adults be a part of in!

Staff - If you're having a large themed wedding ceremony, it is worth checking with the caterers in the event that they have a few form of uniform. A concept right here is request group of workers wear white gloves, they simply look classy and clean.

Food - The cutting-edge take on the Wedding Breakfast is less conventional with extra highly spiced delicacies at the menu. Styles vary however, through the years peoples tastes have simply modified. The greater creative your food the extra memorable your day can be, and depending on how lots time and money you have, how approximately attempting an eight route meal? It's all approximately the flavor.

Music at the same time as you consume - If you visit any wedding ceremony fair you'll locate some exquisite musicians to pick from. They can accompany your meal playing the piano or harp and will frequently play something you request. At one wedding I included recently the subject became rock, so the pianist become playing hits from ACDC, Metallica, Pink Floyd, Queen, Slip Knot and plenty of, many more. It turned into exclusive and funky!

Up lighting effects - Hiring a few lighting fixtures for the night is a first rate manner to absolutely alternate the temper of your event and deliver it an super appearance. Up lighting factor on the partitions and ceilings and may be set to a coloration to fit your theme. White fairy lighting fixtures can create a pretty history for your night time picture's and are in particular powerful after dark.

Night Music - Cover bands are famous in the interim and there are some fantastic businesses obtainable focusing on weddings. They will play your favourite tracks on request. Disco's, well do you need a disco? Technology is good enough now to be able to pretty a lot create your very own custom playlist that blends into each music from a computer or iPod/iPad. Just plug that into the band's amplifier and click play. You can alternate your own track with the band to present them a ruin. By the manner... Recollect to feed the band!

Flowers - Real or Fake? Its a hard one to decide upon, and it is able to be pretty nice to have vegetation to hide parts of employed halls. For others its some thing to perhaps forgo and overlook altogether. It without a doubt topics on how much importance it has for you.

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Ooooh, how about from the '100 Ways to say I Love You' list, #33: "Close your eyes and hold out your hands," for Killervibe. Thank you and good luck!!!

NaNo prompt #4!

Mosylu, what on earth

Make a Wish (and count to three)

A thump out in the cortex jolted Cisco to wakefulness. He blinked once or twice and shook his head hard. He'd dozed off over his table. That was a bad habit. He should stop that. "Hello," he called out. "Who's out there?"

"It's me."

"Caitlin?" he said in surprise. "I thought you went home." She'd packed up an hour ago, making noises about getting to bed early. He'd felt pretty sure he wouldn't see her until well into the next day, but here she was.

She came up into his little lab. It took him a moment to realize what was different about her: she was smiling.

Awkwardly, self-consciously. It even looked a little forced. But she was actually smiling, for the first time since Ronnie's funeral, it seemed like. Two months of that blank expression and he'd gotten way too used to it.

"Hey," he said, blinking once or twice. "Hi. You forget something? Is coma guy awake? What's up?"

"I - um." She shifted her weight.

"What is it?"

She bit her lip. "Close your eyes and hold out your hands," she said.

His brows shot up. "Look, I had an older brother, and I went through elementary school too. Nothing good ever comes from a statement like that."

"Well, this time it will," she said, sounding a little more like her usual self. "Just do it."

He considered whether she was the type to play some nasty trick on him. Especially since all they had was each other. Wells was remote and distracted. Coma guy was . . . in a coma. There were days when Caitlin's face was the only one he saw, and the same for her.

He decided to trust her.

Something soft and weighty and sweet-smelling settled on his palms, and her hands cupped his. "Okay," she said. "you can open your eyes."

He did, and felt his jaw drop.

It was a cupcake. One of the fat red velvet ones from the awesome bakery three streets over from her apartment, with sprinkles on the top and a single skinny birthday candle stuck into the chocolate frosting.

"Happy birthday, Cisco."

"What? It's not - " He thought. "What day is it?"

"The fourteenth of January," she said, pointing at the clock and date on a nearby monitor. "You're twenty-three years old."

"Uh," he said. "Wow. That - I can't believe you remembered."

She shrugged a half-shrug. "I put it in my phone last year."

Last year. Last year, Ronnie had gathered everyone he could snag - including Caitlin, of course - and taken Cisco out for a raucous dinner and bar hopping. A hole gaped wide in his heart for the friend who wasn't here anymore.

He looked up and could tell she was feeling the same way.

She forced a smile again. "I noticed on my way home and I figured you were probably still here, so I went to Cameron's."

His eyes burned and his throat went thick. He'd forgotten it was even coming up. Days just blurred together now. Maybe that was why his mama had called around lunchtime, and his godfather later on, and even Dante had texted him something he hadn't bothered reading.

He'd just figured he'd missed some important moment of Dante's glittering life and was getting yelled at.

Maybe he had. Whatever. He'd wait until tomorrow to listen.

Her smile had seeped away, like rainwater into concrete. "Do you like it?"

"This is amazing," he said. "Caitlin. Wow. Thank you." He set the cupcake down on his table and hugged her. She hugged him back - another rarity these days.

She let him go quickly and said, "You have to light it. And we have to sing."

He found a tiny butane torch and lit the candle. He pursed his lips and she slapped her hand over his mouth. "Not yet!"

He smiled against her palm as she sang "Happy Birthday" off-key and wobbly, but gamely. She didn't drop her hand until she'd warbled the last note, two or three pitches away from where she'd started. "Make a wish," she said then.

So many wishes. So many.

He thought, I want things to get better, and blew out the candle. Together, they watched the thin thread of smoke tendril up from the wick and disappear.

"Got a knife?" he said.

"Why?"

"Well, unless you want to pass this back and forth, trading bites and spit - "

"Cisco! That's your birthday cupcake."

"Exactly. Birthday cake is meant to be shared. Knife?"

She looked like she would protest again, but the red velvet cupcakes from Cameron's were really, really good. She rummaged around his desk, found some packages of plastic takeout utensils, and ripped one open for the knife.

He cut the cupcake in half and even found paper towels to put the two halves on. They ate standing up over his lab table, going, Oh my god, and So good, how are these so good, what does he put in them?

She smiled at him again, and it looked actually real this time, not forced. He wasn't going to say anything stupid and schmoopy in his head like, it was the best birthday present he'd ever gotten.

But, you know. It was up there.

FINIS

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Always the same

Fandom: Doctor Who Pairings: Tenth Doctor x reader, Eleventh Doctor x reader Genres: mild angst, regeneration, platonic fluff Words: 1.640 Summary: Reader forms a friendship with Tenth Doctor after he visits her bakery a few times. After a while of not seeing him, an oddly familiar-looking man appears, which she later finds out it’s Eleventh Doctor - requested by Anonymous

March 12th

To do list:

Stock up the kitchen Learn new decorating technique Look for grandma’s cinnamon rolls recipe

Notes:

There was a strange man today in my bakery. Not creepily strange, but he looked rather odd compared to my regular customers. He asked for a muffin with green frosting and was very happy when I sold him one. Apparently, he never saw a muffin with green icing. Although, when I am thinking about it now, I remember seeing him outside a few times. He never came in, only waved at me with a smile.

March 23rd 

To do list:

Start preparing Easter chocolates Buy a spring-themed cupcake moulds

Notes:

The strange man came again today. He wore a bright wide grin and I got a bit startled by it. Nobody’s that happy at such an early morning hour. He asked for something salty this time and I gave him a muffin with salty caramel filling. He promised to visit more often, telling that my muffins are the best in the whole universe. Pretty unique compliment, but I’m sure it’s an exasperation.

April 6th

To do list:

Never sell sweet rolls to Mr. Munroe !

Notes:

He calls himself the Doctor. Not a doctor, like a profession, he told me it’s his name. Which makes him even more strange but I quite like him. He’s something new, something exciting in my small town and the stories he’s telling are so funny! He stated today that he met Charles Dickens. He’s such a chatterbox, it always brightens my day.

I also noticed that when he’s here, a police booth is near, too. Weirdly enough, I never saw it before. But I know that sometimes things that we look often at become somewhat invisible. Like our nose, for example. It’s there but we don’t really notice it.

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“A journal?” the Doctor asks, leaning not very discretely over the counter to look at your writing.

“I keep it mostly to remember what to do in the bakery,” you explain, closing the notebook. His expression is a bit disappointed but as soon as you flash him a warm smile, he lights up.

“Can I have a muffin with blue icing? Do you make them?” he asks politely and you step into the kitchen at the back, where a tray of said muffins are awaiting to be put behind the glass.

“You’re lucky, Doctor. I just finished them, they’re still warm,” you hand him one and he instantly sticks out his tongue, licking the icing first.

“Oh, blueberry! I love it!”

“I’m glad it tasted good. It’s my first time making it.”

“Well, believe me when I say it, it’s the best in the entire universe,” he says seriously and you giggle, shaking your head a little.

“What?” the Doctor asks, looking confused. He quickly finishes the cupcake and asks for another one, which lands in the pocket of his beige trench coat. Weird, you didn’t think the pockets would be so capacious.

“How can you know it? Does the universe have bakeries somewhere else than on Earth?”

“Oh, a lot of planets have bakeries.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah! They just don’t have pastry as delicious as yours,” he gives you a wide grin and you blink for a few times, trying to register what he just said. He must be joking, right? How can he know such things? Nobody can travel on other planets just like that, it’s impossible.

Well, there’s an explanation as to why he’s always cheerful and tells stuff like that out of the blue and with absolute sureness. He’s mentally ill and he ran away from a mental hospital.

“Doctor, do you suffer from some kind of mental illness?” you mutter, your face becoming pale as you focus your wide opened eyes on him.

He frowns and dabs a finger against his lips.

“No, no that I know of. I’ve been called crazy though, not once, I tell you that,” he cackles and you force a tight smile but he notices how nervous you suddenly became.

You are alone in your shop, at an ungodly early hour, with a man you tells you about different planets as if he’s been there. Yes, you like him and you always looked forward to his visits, but now you want him to go away. It seems that he’s dangerous and you don’t think you can defend yourself.  

“I’m a Time Lord,” the Doctor states out of sudden and your mouth falls agape. Another unbelievable statement.

“A what?!” you manage to ask and the Doctor sighs as he’s face becomes serious.

“There once was a race, Time Lords, living on a planet called Gallifrey. I’m one of them.”

“Y-you’re an alien?”

“Yes.”

“But you don’t look like one! You look… you look like a human!”

“And you look like a Time Lord, Y/N,” the Doctor smiles softly at you and, despite your common sense screaming that it’s 100% sure that he escaped a mental hospital, you decide to believe him.

“O-okay. Can you, uhm, tell me more?”

“Sure, gladly,” the Doctor looks around and takes a seat at one of the small tables, waving a hand at you to join him. You do, after making you both a tea and once you’re sitting opposite him, the Doctor starts his story.

“As I said, I come from a planet called Gallifrey. It doesn’t exist anymore, it was destroyed in a war with another race, the Daleks. I’m the last living Time Lord. And my mission is to save as many as I can.”

“Tell me about Gallifrey. How did it look like?”

“The sky was orange, the vivid shade of orange and I loved looking up at it…”

________

The Doctor hasn’t been in your bakery for over two weeks. You started to worry. If he really took upon himself to save other planets, then there was a possibility that he would not come back from one of his adventures.

You’ve missed him, in a way you missed a friend or a family member. You figured that the Doctor didn’t want any romantic relationships and you were fine with that. You appreciated him as a friend.

One by one you are putting the rolls and muffins on the display when suddenly a doorbell rings and you snap your head up to look at the first customer of the day. It’s barely 6 am, not every day you have such an early visitor.

“Good morning, how may I help you?” you ask, eyeing the man. He’s tall and quite young, a soft smile playing on his lips. He has a funny hairdo and a bow tie and you quirk up a brow.

He looks somehow familiar, even though you are sure that you’ve never seen him before.

“Hi, Y/N. A muffin, please, with a blueberry icing,” he says politely as he nears the counter and you gape at him in shock. How does he know your name?

“Do I know you, sir?”

“Yes, although I had a different face when I met you.”

You knit your brow, trying to make sense of his words. How could he have a different face? Did he have a plastic surgery or something? His words are senseless, unusual and after a moment of thinking you realize that there is only one person who can say things like that.

“Doctor!” you clap your hands together as you quickly round your counter and come to him, hugging him tightly. He lets out a surprised yelp but wraps his arms around you and leans in to place a kiss on your forehead.

You tilt your head to look at him, examining his every feature. He looks differently, yes, but his eyes are the same – those sad, sad eyes with so much history in them.

“Why the bowtie?” you ask, patting said garment and the Doctor’s lips spread into a smug smirk.

“Because bow ties are cool.”

“Yeah, right,” you come back behind your counter and slide a muffin he asked for towards him.

“Oi, they are cool! Don’t I look good?” the Doctor bites into the cupcake and grimaces, you instantly starting to worry if you made it right. Seeing a panic on your face, the Doctor swallows the bite and smiles shyly.

“I thought I’d like it but I’m not really fond of blueberries, apparently.”

“How? You did like it before.”

“Yes, but I was… not me. It’s hard to explain-“

“No, I get it. I think. You change into a different person, with completely new face and different taste, bur the memories stay. Right?”

“Oh, you’re so clever, Y/N!”

“Thanks. So, do you want to try something else?”

“The yellowish one?”

“Custard? Sure,” you reach for the cupcake and hand it to the Doctor, who eagerly takes a bite.

“That’s the right one. Custard. I like it,” he announces cheerfully and grins with his mouth full of the muffin. You giggle as he practically devours the pastry.

“Come on, Y/N. I’ll show you the universe, what do you say? You can try space food.”

“Will you take me to a space bakery?” you bite at your bottom lip, not really convinced if you should go with an alien, who’s offering to take you for a ride across the galaxy.

But then again, the Doctor is your friend, a very kind man, who never did anything wrong by you. And well, the space food does sound tempting.

“Sure I will!” he hops a little and offers you a hand, which you gladly take. He leads you outside and waits when you turn the sign on your door to “Sorry, we’re closed” and lock the door.

The Doctor smiles at you as you eagerly follow him to the TARDIS.

Well, you would lie if you said that you never dreamt about an adventure like that.