#cookie ran fan art

[tashaaaa]

I don't have time to play this game yet, but the designs are very cute!

[anth4rax]

“Stars shine and twinkle in the Garden of the Queen

Spinning on, round and round, dancing in the moonlight dream

With our world upon your back, O’ four-legged beast

What do you see through the Swirl, drifting in the mist?

Look into the Swirl, and you will find your way

To where the giant sleeps, where dreams sway on the waves

O’ calm Great Ocean… Where starlight gleam and shine…

Whisper melodies of the night to the watchful gaze of the Giant

Sing songs to the coral that twinkle like a sea of stars…

May the moonlight shine on… In the Lunar Lighthouse of ours…”

Drawing with transparent bg under the cut

[aiden-dino]

They stole candy

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

More to Love | Sebastian Sallow x OC

listen we are all guilty of describing tall, model sebastian with a perfectly toned body and abs who is never insecure BUT NOBODY, AND I MEAN NOBODY, can rid of me of the headcannon that adult seb is a chunky man. nobody. you can tear it from my cold dead hands. have y'all seen solomon? beyond adolescence, sebastian does not have the genes for a fast metabolism, nor does sebastian possess self control against his vices (aka sweets). anyway this is a completely selfish indulgence. thick sebastian supremacy. that is all, tysm.

p.s. if anyone finds any fan art of this version of him i would literally go feral...

Words: ~5,400

Tags: Post Canon, Insecure Sebastian, Established Relationship, Romance, Fluff, Implied Smut, Size Kink(? I mean like I guess but I feel like we should just be appreciating all bodies ?)

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The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of their cozy cottage, casting a warm golden glow over the kitchen. The faint, sugary scent of last night’s baking still lingered in the air—Evangeline’s attempt at perfecting a new cookie recipe. Sebastian remembered how she had glared at a plate of the so-called failures, muttering something about them being “too dry." Sebastian had happily devoured them, brushing off her perfectionist grumbles with a wink and a mouthful of cookies.

Now, the house was quiet, save for the occasional chirping of birds outside. Evangeline had already left for the market, a wicker basket in hand and a determined spring in her step. She’d kissed him on the forehead before leaving, murmuring something about getting the perfect flour for a sourdough recipe she’d been researching all week. He could still hear the echo of her soft laughter as she disappeared out the door.

Sebastian stretched, his muscles aching faintly in that satisfying way that came from a week filled with physical work. Being an Auror meant he was constantly on the move—tracking leads, chasing dark wizards, and, more often than he liked, dealing with paperwork that made him question all his life choices. But spring Saturdays like this, when he didn’t have to be anywhere but home, were his favorite.

He yawned and shuffled out of bed, raking a hand through his disheveled hair as he made his way to the wardrobe. Spring had finally settled in, bringing mild, sunny weather that called for something lighter than his usual layers. His hand landed on a familiar flannel shirt, one of his favorites. It was soft from years of wear, its faded green pattern perfect for the season.

Smiling faintly, he shrugged it over his shoulders and reached for the buttons—only to stop short when the fabric pulled taut across his shoulders and chest.

Frowning, he tugged harder, but the shirt refused to cooperate.

“What the…?” he muttered, stepping back toward the mirror.

Sebastian frowned deeper as he studied himself, his hands resting on his hips. The reflection was still undeniably his, but as his eyes trailed over his freckled skin, mapping the same familiar constellations he’d had for years, he realized the framework beneath had shifted in ways he hadn’t realized.

He rolled his shoulders experimentally, watching the way the muscle there still moved, still held its strength. Yet the sharp edges of his collarbones and the cut of his shoulders weren’t as defined as they used to be.

Turning slightly, he ran a hand down his chest, his fingers brushing over the faint dusting of hair. His pecs were still firm, still solid beneath his touch, but there was give there now, a softness that made his jaw tighten. He pressed lightly, testing the subtle give in his chest, before his hand drifted lower, skimming over the newfound curve of his stomach. His fingers prodded experimentally at the softness, sinking slightly into the layer of flesh, and he let out a quiet, frustrated huff. The firmness of his abs was still there—he reassured himself of that much—but they were now buried beneath the gentle padding that had crept in without him noticing.

In response, he straightened his posture, tightening his core instinctively as though to pull it all back in. The mirror reflected the faint impression of his old shape, but as soon as he relaxed, the softer curve returned.

Sebastian sighed in frustration, raking a hand through his messy hair. His fingers lingered at his jawline, as though suddenly aware of it, and his thumb brushed along the edge. Even that felt different—less angular than he remembered, the sharpness subtly softened, apparently, by one too many of Evangeline's cookies.

He turned back to face the mirror head-on, his fingers curling into his sides as he tried to reconcile the man in the reflection with the one he thought he’d been. The man Evangeline married had been sharp and lean, all hard edges and restless energy. Now, he looked... well, not like that.

Sebastian shrugged off the flannel and sat heavily on the edge of the bed, staring down at the worn rug beneath his feet. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and the movement made him acutely aware of a sensation he hadn't noticed before: a fold of flesh creasing above his waistband.

His hand hovered over it for a moment before he pressed his palm flat against his stomach, as if to confirm what he already knew.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered under his breath, his brow furrowing deeper.

His mind began to spiral, his thoughts moving too fast for him to catch hold of any one of them. How long had this been happening? Why hadn’t he noticed sooner? And worse—what did she think?

Evangeline saw him every day. She touched him, kissed him, curled up against him at night. She must have noticed. How could she not?

He thought about the way she looked at him—the warmth in her hazel eyes, the teasing curve of her lips. She’d always been affectionate, always quick to rest her head on his shoulder or slide her hand around his waist. But now that he really thought about it, was that affection the same as it had always been?

Or had it changed?

Sebastian’s mind raced through their recent interactions, searching for signs that Evangeline might have been... humoring him. Was she still as playful as she used to be? Did her hands linger on him the way they used to, or had she started pulling away without him noticing?

And what about the times when they weren’t just sitting on the couch or cooking together? What about the moments when they were truly alone, when her touch was softer and her voice was breathless?

The soft creak of the front door opening startled him out of his reverie. He heard the familiar rustle of her skirts and the gentle thud of her basket being placed on the kitchen table.

“Sebastian?” Evangeline’s voice called out, light and cheerful as ever. “I’m back! They had the flour I needed—oh, and I found those dried cherries you like!”

Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily. He stood, throwing on a plain linen shirt that still fit well enough, though he couldn’t help but feel hyperaware of how it clung just slightly more than he remembered. He made his way to the kitchen, forcing a casual smile as he leaned in the doorway to watch her unpack.

Evangeline was a vision, as always. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, slightly windswept from the walk back. She wore one of her simple spring dresses, the fabric hugging her curves in a way that always made his stomach flip. Her cheeks were pink from the breeze, and her eyes lit up when she spotted him.

“There you are,” she said warmly, walking over to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re up late. I thought you’d already be in the garden or reading by now.”

He shrugged, his smile faltering slightly. “Just... taking my time this morning.”

Evangeline tilted her head, studying him the way only she could. She had a knack for sensing when something was wrong, even when he tried to hide it. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “What’s on your mind?”

“It’s nothing,” he said quickly, stepping past her to lean against the counter. He busied himself inspecting the contents of her basket—flour, herbs, fresh berries—anything to avoid her gaze. But Evangeline wasn’t one to let things go so easily.

“Sebastian,” she said softly, moving to stand beside him. “What’s wrong? And don’t say it’s nothing—I know you too well.”

Sebastian hesitated, the weight of her gaze pressing on him as she waited for an answer. His jaw tensed, the words tangled in his throat. He didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to seem ridiculous, but Evangeline’s gaze was so steady, so full of gentle concern, that it made it nearly impossible to brush her off entirely.

So he did the next best thing—he distracted her.

With a soft hum, he stepped forward, closing the small gap between them. Before she could press him further, his arms slipped around her waist, pulling her snug against him. His head dipped to the crook of her shoulder, his nose brushing against her neck in a way that made her breath hitch.

“Sebastian,” she said, her voice soft but curious. “What are you—?”

He nuzzled closer, his lips grazing her skin, and she immediately burst into laughter, her hands coming up to push lightly at his chest. “Stop that!” she giggled, squirming against him. “You know that tickles!”

“Do I?” he murmured innocently, his voice muffled against her skin. He pressed a light, teasing kiss just below her ear, which made her laugh harder.

“Yes, you do!” she managed through her laughter, twisting in his hold. She turned her head, her face still alight with amusement, and gently flicked his shoulder. "Release me!"

Sebastian grinned and nuzzled into her neck again, his voice low and teasing. “Not a chance."

Evangeline squirmed more, her laughter bubbling out in a way that always made his chest feel lighter. “Sebastian!” she giggled, half-protesting, half-delighted. “I mean it! Let me go before I—”

“Before you what?” he interrupted. “I don’t scare easily, love. You know that.”

Evangeline huffed and flicked his ear this time. “Before I refuse to share the bread with you, that’s what!”

Sebastian gasped, feigning shock as he finally released her. “Now, now, let’s not say things we can’t take back.”

Evangeline turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she adjusted her skirts. “Then behave yourself,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him in a way that wasn’t remotely threatening.

Sebastian chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back against the counter, watching her return to unpacking her basket.

“Goodness me,” she said, rolling up her sleeves with purpose. “I’ve been waiting all week to try this recipe and the minute I try, you attack me. Are you going to help to make up for it, or are you just going to stand there being smug?”

Sebastian chuckled. “I suppose I can be convinced,” he said, moving to her side as she began gathering the rest of the tools she’d need.

For the next hour, the kitchen was filled with the quiet hum of their voices, the occasional clatter of mixing bowls, and Evangeline’s soft laughter.

Sebastian found himself relaxing, the familiar rhythm of their routine soothing the restless energy that had been gnawing at him earlier. He teased her gently when she smudged flour on her cheek, earning a playful swat in return, and when she handed him the dough to knead, she watched with an amused grin as he muttered about how much effort it took.

"Thought you were supposed to be a big, strong Auror, Sallow," she quipped, her lips twitching with amusement as she leaned against the counter, watching him wrestle with the dough.

“I am a big, strong Auror,” Sebastian shot back, narrowing his eyes at her. “This stuff is just... deceptively difficult. And sticky. Are you sure this is how it’s supposed to feel?”

Evangeline laughed, the sound light and musical as she stepped closer, her hands lightly dusted with flour. “You’re doing fine,” she reassured him, slipping in beside him. “But here—let me show you.”

She reached out, her smaller hands folding over his to guide his movements. The closeness made Sebastian pause, his earlier insecurities threatening to resurface as her warmth seeped into him. He glanced down at her, the way her long lashes cast soft shadows on her cheeks, her eyes focused intently on the dough. She looked so at ease, so utterly content, and it twisted something in his chest.

“See?” she said softly, her voice breaking through his thoughts. “Gentle pressure. You don’t have to fight it, Sebastian. It’s not a dark wizard.”

Sebastian let out a quiet huff of laughter, shaking his head as Evangeline’s hands guided his own, working the dough until it was smooth and elastic.

When they were finally done, Evangeline patted it into a neat ball and placed it into a bowl to proof, covering it with a clean cloth. “There,” she said, brushing her hands off on her apron.

Sebastian stepped back, wiping his flour-dusted hands on a towel. “So, what now, boss?” he asked, his tone playful.

Evangeline grinned, tilting her head toward the door. “You, my dear husband, are going to go sit on the porch and enjoy the sun while I tidy up. I’ll bring lunch out in a bit.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “You sure? I can help clean—”

“Nope,” she interrupted, shooing him toward the door with a wave of her hand. “Go. Relax. You’ve earned it after that battle with the dough.”

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at his lips. “Alright, if you say so,"

With a glass of lemonade in hand, Sebastian made his way to the porch. The gentle warmth of the spring sun greeted him as he stepped outside, the wooden boards creaking softly beneath his feet. He sank into one of the chairs, letting out a contented sigh as he leaned back.

The village stretched out before him, quiet and serene, with the distant hum of life carrying on beyond their little corner of the world. The sun’s rays warmed his skin, the light breeze ruffling his hair. He took a sip of the lemonade, the tart sweetness refreshing as he let himself sink into the moment, his earlier insecurities and worries far away now, dulled by the laughter and warmth Evangeline always brought with her.

He was so lost in the peace that he didn’t hear her approach until she appeared in the doorway, balancing a tray with two plates and the pitcher of lemonade.

“Lunch is served,” she announced cheerfully, stepping out onto the porch.

Sebastian sat up as she set the tray down on the small table between them, his eyes flicking to his plate: a neatly arranged sandwich, a small side of crisps, and, of course, three cookies nestled together like a tempting afterthought. He masked a frown, the sight of them stirring the same pang of self-consciousness he’d been trying to forget all morning. So much for putting his extra fluff out of his mind—it was staring back at him in the form of three perfectly golden, innocent-looking biscuits.

Still, he didn’t say anything, brushing the thought aside as he focused on enjoying lunch with Evangeline. The sandwich was delicious, the crisp, fresh lettuce and savory meats hitting the spot as they chatted easily about her market trip and his plans to tend to the garden later.

When Evangeline finished her plate, she leaned back in her chair with a contented sigh, the light breeze catching her hair and carrying the faint scent of flour and sugar. Sebastian moved to gather their plates, standing to take them inside, but paused when Evangeline frowned, her gaze dropping to his untouched cookies.

“Are they that bad?” she asked, her brow furrowed as she leaned forward to inspect them. “I thought they turned out alright this time.”

Sebastian froze, feeling her question land with a weight he wasn’t ready to address. He hesitated for a fraction too long before shaking his head, mustering a smile. “No, not at all. They’re great. I’m just... not in the mood for something sweet right now.”

Evangeline’s frown deepened, hazel eyes narrowing as she tilted her head. “Not in the mood?” she repeated, her tone skeptical. “Sebastian, you’ve never turned down cookies. Not once. Not even when you had the flu.”

“I just... figured I’d save them for later,” he said quickly, avoiding her gaze as he balanced their plates on one arm. “Don’t want to ruin my appetite for dinner.”

That earned a soft laugh from her. “Dinner’s hours away, and we both know you could eat a Hippogriff and still have room for dessert.

Sebastian forced one of his trademark grins, the kind he knew could distract her from just about anything. “I promise I’ll eat them later,” he said, his tone light as he grabbed the empty plates and moved to the door. “No need to worry, love.”

But he should have known better. Evangeline was many things—kind, brilliant, a phenomenal baker—but above all else, she was stubborn.

“Sebastian,” she called after him, her voice sharp enough to stop him mid-step as he crossed the threshold back into the kitchen.

He sighed, shoulders sinking slightly as he turned to face her. She stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, her eyes narrowing as she studied him.

“What?” he asked, forcing a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Evangeline huffed and stepped forward, plucked the plates from his hands with a deftness that left him blinking, and set them firmly on the counter.

“Alright,” she said, turning back to him and crossing her arms. Her gaze pinned him in place, sharp and unyielding. “Spill. What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on,” he replied quickly, too quickly. He reached up, scratching the back of his neck, a nervous habit she knew all too well. “I just told you—I’m not in the mood for something sweet right now. That’s all.”

“Sebastian.” Her voice softened, but the determination in her expression didn’t waver. She stepped closer, her hands uncrossing to rest lightly on her hips. “You can’t lie to me, you know that."

He hesitated, his jaw tightening as his gaze flicked away. He wanted to brush her off, to dodge her questions and let the moment pass. But the way she looked at him—so patient, so steady—made it impossible.

He let out a slow breath, forcing himself to meet her gaze. “It’s just… earlier, I tried on that green flannel shirt—the one you like—and it didn’t fit. It was too small."

Evangeline frowned, her brows knitting together. “So? Clothes shrink, Sebastian. Especially when someone—” she gestured pointedly at him “—refuses to follow proper washing instructions.”

He huffed a short laugh, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It didn’t shrink,” he muttered, gesturing vaguely at himself. “It's me, Evie. I looked in the mirror, and I realized I’ve… gone all soft. I mean, look at me.” He motioned to his chest and stomach, his voice tinged with frustration.

Evangeline blinked at him, her expression shifting into something softer—warmer, with a teasing glint in her eyes that Sebastian immediately recognized. She stepped closer, her hand sliding from his arm to rest lightly against his chest, her lips curving into a small, amused smile.

“I do look at you,” she said softly. “I look at you all the time, Sebastian. And quite often, without clothes in the way.”

His ears burned instantly, a deep flush spreading across his face and down his neck. “Evie, please,” he groaned.

“What?” she asked innocently. “You act like I don’t see you—really see you—all the time. You’re my husband, silly.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair as he avoided her gaze.

Evangeline tilted her head, her lips twitching with barely contained amusement. “What exactly do you want me to say, Sebastian? Do you want me to say ‘Oh, darling, I’ve noticed you’ve gotten a bit squishier lately, but don’t worry—I still love you?’ Because that’s ridiculous.”

“So you have noticed then,” he said, his tone sharper than he intended. He crossed his arms, his jaw tightening as he met her gaze. “And you just didn’t tell me?”

Evangeline blinked at him again before laughing outright—a soft, melodic sound that filled the kitchen. “You’re unbelievable,” she said, shaking her head. “Sebastian, I didn’t say anything because there’s nothing to say! You’re acting like this is some monumental change when it’s not!

“It feels like it, is” he muttered, his arms dropping to his sides. “I’ve let myself go, Evangeline. And you’re just—what? Too nice to admit it?”

Her laughter faded, her brow furrowing slightly. “Too nice to admit it?” she repeated, her voice soft but incredulous. “Sebastian, do you really think I’d lie to you about something like this?”

He hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Not lie,” he admitted quietly. “But maybe… spare my feelings.”

Evangeline sighed, her expression softening as she reached up to cradle his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing lightly over his cheekbones. "Listen to me. I’m not sparing your feelings. I love you. I have always loved you, and I always will."

He sighed, his hands coming up to loosely grip her wrists as her fingers remained warm against his skin. “But you’re not blind, Evie. This is... this is not the version of me you married."

Evangeline scoffed. “Do you really think the reason I married you had anything to do with how sharp your jawline was?”

“I mean... maybe not completely,” he muttered, his voice trailing off as his ears turned pink. “But it didn’t hurt.”

She sighed, a sound heavy with both exasperation and affection. She tilted her head back slightly, studying his stubborn expression. Clearly, her reassurances weren’t enough to break through that thick skull of his. If soft words and patience weren’t going to work, it was time to switch tactics.

Her gaze darkened slightly, a mischievous glint sparking to life as her lips curled into a sly grin. She slid her hands from his face to rest on his shoulders, her fingers trailing down to the broad expanse of his chest.

“Alright,” she murmured, her tone dropping into something low and silky. “You want me to be honest? I’ll be honest.”

Sebastian blinked, momentarily startled by the shift in her demeanor. “What are you—”

She cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips. “Hush. You’ve been doing a lot of talking. It’s my turn now.”

He swallowed hard, his ears burning as she stepped even closer, her body brushing against his, and tipped her head to look up at him through her lashes.

“Of course I’ve noticed the changes. How could I not? But Merlin help me, I love you like this,” she said, her voice smooth and steady, each word punctuated with intent. “Do you know why?”

He shook his head, utterly at a loss for words, his hands falling to rest uncertainly on her waist.

“Because,” she continued, “It tells me that you’re happy and comfortable and loved and well-fed—all the things you should be when you’re with someone who loves you. And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

His throat tightened and for a moment, he couldn’t speak. “Evie...” he murmured, his voice hoarse.

“I love you with all my heart, and yes, I love the way you look,” her voice was soft but steady, her hazel eyes locked onto his. Her hands trailed down to rest against his chest, her fingertips brushing over the slight softness he’d been agonizing over. “You're the most incredible man I’ve ever met. You’ve got these strong arms I adore, shoulders that make me weak in the knees, and those deliciously thick thighs I can't get enough of. And now there's just more of you for me to love."

Sebastian’s face burned a deeper shade of crimson, his ears hot with embarrassment. “Evie,” he mumbled, his voice caught between a groan and a laugh.

"Sebastian," she said firmly, gripping at his shirt now. "You have always been handsome, but now? Now you’re downright dangerous.” Her hand moved to his stomach, giving it a light pat.

Sebastian stared at her, completely floored. Her words hung in the air between them, weaving through his spiraling thoughts and silencing them one by one. The heat from his ears had spread down to his chest now, but the lingering twinges of doubt started to fade, smothered by the mischievous glint in her eyes and the way her hands lingered on him like he was the only man in the world.

“Dangerous, am I?” he murmured, his voice low, his lips twitching into something dangerously close to a smirk.

Evangeline’s grin widened, a spark of triumph lighting her expression. “Oh, absolutely,” she said, her fingers curling into his shirt as she tugged him closer. “You’re entirely too good-looking for your own good—and mine.”

Sebastian’s lips twitched, but as her words settled over him, something stirred in the back of his mind. Hang on a minute...

He replayed moment after moment from the past few months. The way her hands lingered just a bit longer when they curled up on the couch together. How she’d started sneaking up behind him in the mornings just to wrap her arms around his waist. How she’d tug him back into bed, her lips pressed against his neck as she muttered some excuse about not wanting to let him go yet.

She had been insatiable—more so than usual.

He’d chalked it up to the honeymoon phase lingering well past its expiration date, or maybe the warmer weather putting her in an unusually good mood. But now? Now, standing here with her hands sliding over him like she wanted to memorize every inch of his body, it all clicked.

His lips curled into a slow, wolfish grin, the confidence that had been knocked loose earlier returning in full force. “You have been extra fond of me lately, huh?” he teased, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that always made her cheeks flush.

Evangeline arched an eyebrow, unbothered by his sudden shift in demeanor. “Maybe,” she replied coyly.

Sebastian chuckled, the sound deep and rich as his hands moved to her waist, pulling her flush against him. “I suppose I should’ve known,” he murmured, his eyes roaming her face before locking onto hers. “All those extra little touches, the way you’ve been looking at me... You’re absolutely relentless, you know that?”

“And you’re just figuring this out now?” she teased, her smirk widening.

He shook his head, his grin growing wider as he tilted her chin up with one hand, his thumb brushing over her jawline. “I don’t think I’m the dangerous one here, Evie. You’ve been plotting this, haven’t you?”

She laughed softly, the sound warm and unrepentant. “I have no idea what you're talking about."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, his grin never faltering. “Oh, you definitely know what I’m talking about,” he murmured, his voice dipping even lower, sending a shiver down her spine. “You’ve been playing the long game, haven’t you? Buttering me up—literally and figuratively—until I couldn’t resist you.”

Evangeline’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, but her smirk didn’t waver. “If by ‘buttering you up’ you mean showing my husband how much I love him, then yes, guilty as charged,” she replied, tilting her head smugly. “And judging by the way you’ve been letting me drag you back to bed at all hours, I’d say you haven’t exactly been resisting.”

Sebastian laughed, the sound low and full of warmth as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. “I don’t think anyone could resist you, Evie."

Evangeline laughed, her hands tangling in his hair as she gazed up at him. “Good,” she said, her tone light and playful. “I’d hate to think I was losing my touch.”

Sebastian smirked, his hands settling on her hips as he tilted his head down, their foreheads almost touching. “Losing your touch? Not possible,” he murmured, his voice soft but steady. “If anything, you’ve only gotten better at wrapping me around your finger.”

She grinned, leaning in to press a quick, teasing kiss to his lips before pulling back. “Exactly as planned,” she quipped, her hands sliding down to rest on his chest again. Her expression softened as her thumbs brushed over the fabric of his shirt. “But seriously, Sebastian, as much as I love you like this—and I do—if it really does bother you, if you really want to change something, just tell me.” Her lips curled into a small, teasing smile as she added, “I can always go a little easier on you, you know.”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin turning wry. “Go easier on me? What does that even mean?”

Evangeline laughed again, her fingers toying with the edge of his shirt. “It means I won’t bake as many pastries,” she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Or at least I’ll stop making so many batches of your favorites.

Sebastian scoffed, though his lips twitched with amusement. “You make it sound like I have no self-control,” he said, his tone laced with indignation.

Evangeline arched an eyebrow, giving him a pointed look. “Do you want me to list the number of times I’ve caught you sneaking into the kitchen at midnight? Because I’ve been keeping track, and let’s just say the numbers don’t lie.”

His ears flushed pink, but he shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Midnight snacks are perfectly reasonable. I’m a growing man, after all.”

“Growing where, exactly?” she teased, her grin widening as she tapped a finger lightly against his stomach.

He groaned, though a laugh escaped him despite himself. “You’re merciless,” he muttered.

“Only because I love you,” she replied, her tone softening as she slid her hands back up to his chest. “But seriously, Sebastian, we’ll figure it out. After all, we can’t have you ruining all your shirts, can we?"

Sebastian chuckled, the sound low and warm as he shook his head. “Merlin forbid I ruin all my shirts,” he said, his tone dripping with mock seriousness. “What would I even wear then?”

“Oh, I’m sure we could come up with something,” Evangeline replied, her grin widening as she tugged playfully at the hem of his shirt. “Or nothing at all. That’s always an option.”

Sebastian's grin turned positively wolfish. “Nothing at all, huh?” he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that made Evangeline’s cheeks flush. He took a small step closer, effectively pinning her between him and the counter. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Evangeline tilted her head, pretending to consider it. "We would have to give it a try first... for science."

"No time like the present," he murmured, leaning in until his lips brushed against the shell of her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. “I’m fully committed to advancing scientific discovery, after all.”

Evangeline laughed softly, curling her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. “Well, I’d hate to stand in the way of progress,” she teased, looking up at him through her lashes. “Who am I to deny such noble pursuits?”

Sebastian’s grin widened. “That’s the spirit,” he murmured. “Let’s not waste a single moment, then.”

Before she could respond, his arms slipped under her, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. Evangeline let out a surprised laugh, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, her laughter vibrating against him. The sound alone was enough to make his chest swell with affection, and the way she leaned into him, utterly unguarded, set his pulse pounding.

Evangeline’s lips brushed against the shell of his ear as he carried her toward the bedroom, her voice a teasing murmur that made his blood hum. She didn’t hold back—her words playful, wicked, and laced with affection. Every syllable sent heat pooling low in his stomach, her tone the perfect mix of mischief and adoration.

The bread, meanwhile, sat forgotten on the counter, the plans for the afternoon abandoned, and the lingering doubts that had gnawed at him all morning slipped away, irrelevant in the face of the one truth that mattered most: Evangeline adored him, every inch of him.

[whiteeyes-is-a-mad-scientist]

heyo !!!! I just wanted to say before i asked of anything, you are such a huge inspiration to my own wings of fire fanart; i absolutely adore ur art and lovely characters,, seeing ur year review from ur most recent post was insanee your art has grown with you fantastically !!!! i found ur drawings around july or august maybe,, and ive been the biggest fan of it ever since. Sunhunter has been one of my favorite characters since like the dawn of time, SUCH an interesting idea for her to see pieces of fate in bodies of water,, but I digress !!!

I'd love to ask if you'd like to draw my oc, Princess Stratus !!

I don't have a real reference for her yet EEK but she's the short purple one in the center of the three siblings !!! altho shes kind of a wip, for her character I'd say she's pretty silent but sharp, like her eyes are reflecting the idea of you through mirrors. she knows what you are before you do. lowkey eerie in nature. I like drawing her in shadows a lot. she's a very clever cookie I like to think, obsessed with the idea of justice; but before her Torment(tm) arc, she was just an ordinary girl with perhaps a bit too much anger. a little weird/socially clumsy when it came to calmer interactions with others. even so she always tried to be kind. if in her strange and quiet little ways; since she's kinda just a head bust rn I don't mind at all if improvisation is needed !!!

thank you so much for the opportunity, and happy new year !!!! I can't wait to see what art you create in the new one !!! :]

Firstly imma show the art of Stratus so my yapping doesnt drown it

I saw the line "I'd say she's pretty silent but sharp, like her eyes are reflecting the idea of you through mirrors." and really ran with the mirror like eyes effect with shading. I love an eerie character like yes please unsettle me with your big ol eyes and keen senses

ok onto the top part of the message-

needless to say i was shocked when I got this message lol, I see your work all the time and love it!!! (even if i forget to like or reblog im so bad about not just "omg love that" in my head but not saying it💀) Love your control of color and shapes its all very expressive and lively!

Thank you for the kind words and im very glad you like sunhunter!! shes probably my favorite oc too lol 💕💕💕💕and of course a happy new year and cant wait to see what you make as well!

[piosplayhouse]

Ayo thank you for your contribution to society and world culture through the SVSSS iceberg, now if you don’t mind can you please explain it? I’ve been in the fandom a while but I swear I’ve never heard of some of these

Sure! Explanations will be sorted under the cut:

SHEN YUAN TIER:

- all items in this tier are either surface level details from the source material or

- daily bingpup is a popular fandom meme (used in the metal gear sense lmfao) started by @ kamkamquats on Twitter that's pretty self explanatory: kam draws and posts a bingpup picture every day! The archive is available here.

I probably should have made this point just bingpup, as I believe his origins precede kam's art, but she certainly boosted his popularity significantly, and now her art and bingpup are canonized with the publishing of the 4th volume English translation of the novel, so I thought it was a fun point!

LUO BINGHE TIER:

- Feynite's au collection: an extremely popular collection of alternate universe fics written by legendary Scum Villain fic author Feynite.

- Scum Villain is a tragedy: an interpretation of the books that poses that from every other perspective besides Shen Yuan's, Scum Villain is an incredibly depressing tragedy.

- Luo Binghe is Airplane's self insert: "Don't asky why Luo Binghe wasn't the embodiment of [Airplane's] ideal man; Luo Binghe's use had primarily been to fulfill his desire to be a badass and get revenge, as well as his desire for wanton [this section has been censored]" (The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System volume 4, page 163).

- Shen Yuan died on his birthday: Shen Yuan's death date is never given in the original novels, but in the first scene of the donghua when he dies while at his computer, you can catch a glimpse at the date reading September 21st (both his birthday and the day svsss was published!)

- Shen Qingqiu's canon fursona: binghe compares sqq to a crane multiple times in the story but is depicted as a cat in fandom much more frequently, leading people to joke about how the fandom disregards his "canon" fursona in the same way bingpup is much more prevalent than sheep binghe.

- Shen Qingqiu can knit: there's official crossover Christmas merchandise that shows all of the mxtx couples participating in different holiday activities: wangxian are decorating a tree, hualian are baking cookies, and shen qingqiu is knitting a scarf for luo binghe.

- Luo Binghe's birthday: Luo Binghe is actually the only main mxtx character that doesn't have a canon birthday. He's noted in the books as being born on "the coldest days of the year", but it's debatable whether this is late December or early January, and there's no specific date from this that we can confirm is his birthday.

- sv manhua's indefinite hiatus: much to the excitement of starved fans, a Scum Villain manhua began publishing in 2019. It ran for a grand total of 3 wonderful weeks before being unceremoniously put on indefinite hiatus because of drama within the fanbase stemming from rumors that the artist/company drawing it actually hated scum villain. It has yet to return.

SHEN JIU TIER:

- Moshang's horrible first time: MXTX stated in a Q&A interview that neither Mobei-Jun nor Shang Qinghua enjoyed their first time having sex together.

- Shen Qingqiu invented maxi pads: the "scum villain pad commercial" is a commercial from the first season of the donghua depicting an exchange where Ning Yingying is self conscious about going out on her period because her sanitary supplies aren't cute, so Shen Qingqiu magics her up some maxi pads.

- Shen Yuan read mpreg yaoi: "#18 Peerless Cucumber [Expert]: Upthread, keep cool. This forum has a lot of Green JJ sisters 😎" (The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System volume 4, page 145). / "''Great Master' Liu! Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky didn't write a green Jinjiang mpreg novel!'" (The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System volume 4, page 295).

- Shen Jiu transmigrated into Shen Yuan: A somewhat popular theory in the fandom that when Shen Jiu died, he transmigrated into modern day Shen Yuan the same way Shen Yuan did to him.

- Cursed monkey island: Cursed monkey island is/was a private discord server made up of very og sv fans that was known for outputting somewhat dark/off-color/weird fics for each other, often with funny porn spoof names and niche concepts. The first fics from there were published in 2018, while the last fic in the collection seems to have been published in 2022, so they might still be active, but I'm not sure.

- Moshang has a 20 year age difference: Shang Qinghua died at at least age 20 (probably older) and since he transmigrated into a baby, he has 20 extra years of consciousness from his first life on the PIDW native characters, who he meets when they're both teenagers in the Airplane extras. Though physically the same age group, he would've been mentally somewhere around 30-40 years old at this point getting bullied by teenagers.

- The microwave: some of the first previews released for the donghua were static turnaround videos of the 3D models set to elevator music -- after these dropped, it was radio silence on the show's status for a long, long time. Fans called these previews "the microwave" because of the static rotation of the models and referred to the time it took for the donghua to come out as "defrosting it in the microwave". There's a fair amount of art/memes from this time period featuring the characters literally inside microwaves, even to the point where people made microwave-themed SV merch. When the donghua finally came out bingqiu were declared "free from the microwave" and a wave of fanart of them destroying microwave prisons emerged.

TIANLANG JUN TIER:

- Wangxian have read resentment of chunshan: in the mdzs audio drama extra episode "Accompanying you to sleep - Lan Wangji", Lan Wangji takes care of a drunk Wei Wuxian by getting him ready for bed. Towards the end of the episode, Wei Wuxian asks Lan Wangji to read him a bedtime story. Lan Wangji says he isn't good at telling stories and Wei Wuxian suggest he reads him The Resentment of Chunshan (bingqiu fanfiction). Unfortunately, Lan Wangji had never heard of it before and thereby could not ASMR it.

- Six Balls x Zhuzhi Lang: a rarepair (also called bamboo balls) written by the lovely Alex here.

- Shen Qingqiu has the protagonist halo: a theory/headcanon suggesting that when Shen Yuan transmigrated, the role of protagonist and subsequent protagonist halo left Luo Binghe and transferred onto him. Often used in angst canon divergences wherein due to the lack of a protagonist halo, Binghe dies from an event he otherwise would have survived because of his story invulnerability.

- Shen Yuan's sister found his dead body: an angst headcanon centering around the idea that Shen Yuan's sister found his dead body rotting in his apartment after he died- very good art made about this here!! (Gore/blood cw)

- Who is zhuzhi lang's dad: we all know zhuzhi-lang's dad was a big snake but what kind of big snake? How big? Why did his mom fuck him? all important questions heavily debated about in this fandom.

MOBEI JUN TIER:

- Every ship is cumplane: we already know Luo Binghe is Airplane's self insert, and Mobei-Jun's cold demeanor is somewhat reminiscent of Peerless Cucumber's tsundere wife-isms, making bingqiu and moshang arguable proto-cumplanes. However, we can go further and argue because Airplane created the entire world of PIDW, all of it in a way reflects him and his feelings, therefore meaning that because it loves Shen Qingqiu and Shen Qingqiu loves it back, every possible PIDW asset x sqq is cumplane in its basest form.

- Original donghua designs: the first pv for the donghua actually featured slightly different designs for bingqiu, which were then changed later in production! You can see the original ones here.

- PIDW is real: someone actually posted PIDW on jjwxc so you can get the real Shen Yuan experience.

SHANG QINGHUA TIER:

- Shen Yuan penetrated into the body of the scum villain: there is a listing for the svsss donghua on Amazon prime video (though no episodes are actually available) which features this banger summary:

 An ordinary youth, Shen Yuan, after reading the novel "Arrogant Gods and Demons' Journey", triggers the mysterious system so that he crosses into the book world and penetrates into the body of villain--Shen Qingqiu. Shen Qingqiu's disciple, Luo Binghe, is the main character of the novel.

- Airplane's foot fetish:

[pyromegalomaniac]

You can not tell me Wally won’t be a real bro for his friends if he found out reader has a crush on a certain someone.

Like Wally catch reader staring at someone for a long time with a soft smile on their face and Wally like “you like them don’t you”

And right there Wally turning into reader’s and his friend’s wing man

“Hey that friend there , they love home baked goods”

“Oh yeah random fact reader loves this color “

Wally just trying to play matchmaker

Ooooh, anon! This idea!! So very!! I like wingman Wally very much... I hadn't even thought of this!! Just one of the perks of doing these requests, you get so many fan interpretations and headcanons and whatnot... here's your headcanons anon!! Enjoy!!

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Welcome Home x Reader + Wingman/Matchmaker Wally Headcanons🏠☀️🛼🦴🍪🐛📨🦋🍎

Sally☀️

Wally suggesting you be cast as the lead in her plays

Trying to subconsciously convince her to do a romantic play

Setting you up on a stargazing date

Suggesting you write poetry for her

"Hey Sally I think y/n would love to hear you recite what you've been working on"

One day while you three were all outside a sudden burst of rain came down and Wally kinda ran off (he hates getting wet) but he noticed you and Sally still having fun while he was cowering under a tree or something

Julie🛼

Playing games together

Drawing with sidewalk chalk

Wally inviting you both over for a sleepover and rushing off to go do things like make popcorn to leave you alone

Probably brushing each others' hair at said sleepover

"I bet y/n can't beat you in this game"

Barnaby🦴

"Y/n likes x hotdog toppings, don't you, y/n?"

"Y/n's favorite kind of joke is x type. You should tell them some of those!"

Lounging around together

Falling asleep in a nice warm pile

Waking up and wondering where Wally went

Oh well... sleeping with Barnaby is cozy and now you have him all to yourself

Poppy🍪

Baking together

Wally telling her how brave you are

"Y/n's favorite type of baked good is x, why don't we make them some?"

Making cookies in cute shapes

Poppy getting anxious about something and Wally suggesting she ask you for advice

Howdy🐛

Hanging out with Wally and he suddenly remembers he's out of something, so he asks to visit the bugdega

Wally asking you to pick something up for him at the bugdega

Howdy mentioning it getting tough to work all day by himself so Wally suggests he ask you for help next time you come in

Eddie📨

Wally sending you mail so Eddie has an excuse to go to your house

Eddie eventually recognizing your handwriting and stamps

"Why don't you write a letter to Eddie"

"Oh, you said you've been to x place, haven't you? Y/n has been there too"

Doing crafts together and Wally purposefully holding back his art skills so Eddie will like yours

Frank🦋

Wally suggesting the same books to you both

"Y/n's favorite bug is x"

Lowkey trying to be annoying so he'll think you're better to hang out with (this may or may not work)

"Y/n had a question about this... why don't you meet them to discuss it?"

Looking at the buggies together (Wally would probably disappear like the Barnaby hcs)

Wally🍎

He'd be the last one to notice you having a crush on him

Thinking you need someone nice to be with and trying out each possibility in his head

Really wondering why no one seems to be a good match (everyone else can see the obvious crush you have)

Eventually you'd tell him or he'd figure it out and be like

"...Oohhhhhhhhh. I like you too y/n!"

Those are the headcanons I came up with! Hope you like them anon, thanks for requesting them!! They were fun to do!! I look forward to doing more in the future!! Much love!!

ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

[makerofmadness]

ok so what the hell is the legal drinking age in earthbread man like. So I was thinking I would finally have to take the L on the "how fudging old is Alchemist Cookie" thing because Witch's Castle has that side story where she botches an experiment and it basically causes her to act like her brother. Including the alcoholism. (Tbh it is like my favorite special story in the game like part of that is 'cus of favorite character bias but also it ends really sweetly like WC is just really good for grape siblings fans in general they get a lot of content-). So I was like "okay then she has to be at least 19 if we assume the drinking age would line up with the real world/country the game is from. I can take an L I thought she was younger than that but I was wrong" BUT THEN FOR GINGERBRAVE'S BIRTHDAY WE GET THIS:

WIZARD IS A CONFIRMED CHILD THO????

Basically this is like really ancient shxt but like there was something called I think the Junior Cookie Challenge once where basically 9 kid characters gave you missions and WIZARD WAS ONE OF THEM

This is the picture I could find but like. Yeah Wizard's definitely a kid then. (I think this event happened before certain characters were even a thing including Alchemist when I checked the dates so like I have no idea if the characters were like limited for a reason or if this was all the kid characters in the game at the time but regardless I'm. Fubkign. Top 10 questions science can't answer Number 1: how fubkign old is Alchemist Cookie- like I'm guessing she just wasn't designed with a particular age in mind let's be real here-)

but like.

If Wizard can drink then like what is the legal drinking age on Earthbread man like-??????????

EDIT: I looked at the dates wrong/was thinking of when Alchemist existed in Ovenbreak I think and not in LINE (Alchemist was released like years before this event I think)... but then I ran into SOMETHING ELSE that throws a wrench in the works and by that I mean:

so DEVIL COOKIE ALSO existed before this event and yet was excluded but they're like. Really obviously a kid ESPECIALLY as of Witch's Castle (fudging. Three words: Crayon Doodle Set [literally their room decor includes a set of fudging crayola or some shxt like. I think it's obvious what impression we're supposed to get of them like obviously I don't think crayons should be locked off to only kids but like traditionally they're kinda thought of like a kids thing and Devil isn't like. Artistic-themed so to inexplicably have them... you can tell what's being communicated y'know?-) (and like I think Devil being the same age as Angel kinda. Is obvious-).

So the Junior challenge thing pretty much confirms nothing as to which characters AREN'T kids. Just which characters ARE kids. Frickin' almost had it and then lost it again-

Edit again: I also discovered that. Cream Puff existed during the time the Junior Cookie Challenge ran. And yet she wasn't in that. But now they're running kinda a sequel to that in Kakao Cookie Run and she's in THAT. So basically yeah it was never exhaustive 100% frickin' I'm going insane I'm having like two people debating with me (peacefully thankfully) over if Wizard's not actually drinking something alcoholic but like what is he drinking we don't know it could be anything but like he has a wine glass they could've given him a normal glass but they gave the kid a wine glass and we all have to suffer the consequences they didn't even put like a bowl of fruit punch on the table or anything just to say "haha he's just drinking this don't worry he's just a silly little guy :3" no they left the door wide open for us to at least ASSUME if it's not CONFIRMED by this that he's fudging destroying his nonexistent liver at the ripe old age of Child idk it's 2:22am as of me writing this

Too many edits: I need like a dedicated guide on what juice is and isn't meant to be alcohol in this universe because apparently the wizard art is like a reused asset from something about Hollyberry so like. But I know at least half the juice there is treated like alcoholic shxt too looking at some of the dialogue or like I'm mainly thinking of like wildberry's dialogue I think so. frickin'

another thing I realize is that. Alchemist drinking was because her personality got altered she wasn't like In Public. And... look I love Vampire but he isn't like the most responsible guy let's be real and like. Frickin' even can I just get like whether or not she has a diploma or anything please just anything like... ok I know that old as hell personality quiz calls her a "picky model student" so she's probably still in school but like where in school is she is she in high school of college or like. I would've placed her around cream puff's age before all of this but I don't know anymore y'know can someone help me?????- (she probably just wasn't designed with one in mind I'm doing all of this for nothing this is the definition of insanity frickin'-)

FINAL EDIT HOPEFULLY: ok I finally have an answer just like after talking to my bigger cr nerd friend uh. Basically the I Want You Every Day music video gives us definite footage of children drinking:

Screenshots courtesy of @void-the-bear (said friend)

Gingerbrave and Cream Puff are drinking the exact same drinks as the adults and these drinks literally look the same as what Sparkling holds in his goddamn sprites

Like you can see the bubbles in some shots it's the same drink it's frickin' champagne-but-we-can't-call-it-that-because-it's-a-kid's-game

But like there is an official short of Sparkling like. Not being able to serve Custard III I think because he's too young???? So uh.

basically the drinking age in Earthbread is "younger than Gingerbrave but older than Custard III" thank you for coming to my TED Talk (fudging. Finally have an answer though at least I think please tell me they didn't try to call this lemonade or something somewhere not the lemonade anything but the lemonade don't make me have a headache again PLEASE-)

[goldeneyedgirl]

I'm sooo curious about Tattoo Verse please tell me more about it

Anon, I thought I had inflicted so many posts about Tattoo verse on y'all over the years. I was going to link to all of the posts and pontificate about the inspiration. And then I discovered I only posted a snippet once in March 2020, which is wild.

This is Tattoo-verse

It was basically the result of reading two of my very favourite human AUs over and over again, with a bunch of spite from reading a fic that annoyed the fuck out of me. I channel my frustrations into fics, as is healthy and correct.

Basically, it's an all-human AU where Jasper is kind of drifting through life as a divorced lawyer and then meets Alice while helping Bella set up her bookstore. It's a very low-stakes love story where Jasper is just sort of stunned that he's met his soulmate and she's just as into him? That all of the stuff that he thought made him unlikable was in his head or unresolved trauma?

Alice has her own history that she's trying to move on from, and she's taking a chance on Jasper. She's 'failing upwards', and is a whirlwind of chaos in Jasper's life.

There's a lot about the original draft I'm not a fan of, and needs changing - I think I started in it 2019, so I've changed how I write a lot of the characters, had more thoughts about who the characters are in this universe - but it's a fic I'd like to finish. Something a little bit cosy and uplifting. It needs a whole lot of work, though, so it's kind of just sitting there until I either hyperfixate on it and finish it in a day, or until other things are done.

And because it's such a small post above, have some more of it that kind of sets the tone I'm aiming for.

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Her art covers every surface, stacks of canvases against every ledge. A bunch of old tables are pushed together and covered in jars and brushes and paper, right in the middle of the room. In one corner, an ancient porcelain sink and wooden planks nailed to the wall masquerade as a kitchen; an old recliner and a television balanced on a broken chair are close enough to the fridge you could grab a drink without turning around. A futon was jammed against the far wall, covered with beat-up cushions and an old blanket, a heavy flashlight jammed underneath a lampshade balanced on a pile of magazines.

//

She lets him fuck her on her futon, one of her legs propped up, her tiny skirt hiked up over her thighs, her tank top straps fallen off her shoulders, and her hair tumbling around her face. Afterwards, she pulls down her skirt and gets up to retrieve a box of cookies, curling against him and offering him one.

It’s their fourth or fifth… ‘interlude’ when he starts asking questions and… confessing.

“I’m divorced,” he tells her, like it’s a dark secret or a sin. She stretches like a cat and laughs.

“I’d be positively scandalized if you weren’t,” she smirks, curling half on top of him. “He? She?”

Before he and Rose were entrusted to the Cullens, they were raised in Texas, on a family property. His mother was a wispy, gentle woman whose entire heart were her babies; she has faded in his memory to a shadowy figure in floral dresses who ran her fingers through his curls and called him ‘sweetheart’. His father, though, was a true-born Texan; he wanted a man’s man of a son, a football player and a rancher, who would have died on the spot at anyone speculating his son being involved with another male.

Well, he would have killed Jasper with his bare hands and then died.

The idea Alice can suggest something so calmly is a novelty, that she sees something in him that is like complex origami, that in her eyes, he’s is more.

“A woman. Maria,” her name is sour on his lips, and he wants to tell Alice everything - about meeting in law school, about the engagement, the wedding, the penthouse apartment and shiny cars, and how fucking alone he was by her side. How she was a viper when she wasn’t pleased, and he was an asshole most of the time and…

“Three questions,” she holds up three fingers. “One - did your marriage end in infidelity?”

“Not officially. I suspected but never pursued,” he answers, reaching out to fold down one of her fingers.

“Two - are you officially divorced?” she asked, and some of the good humour faded from her face. “I do not fuck married guys.”

“It’s been… five years, I think?” he said thoughtfully, “Since we were legally and formally divorced.”

“Outstanding,” her face relaxed back into the usual playful expression. “And three - is she a bunny-boiler? Do I need to watch my back?”

He laughs, loudly. “In law school, yeah. Now? I’m below her notice. I doubt she’d look at me if she walked past me on the street. I haven’t spoken to her since the day the divorce was finalized.”

Maria got more than he had in the settlement, but only because he wanted his parents’ things in the divorce and was willing to bargain for them. And he hadn’t really thought about the penthouse or the Lexus or the fucking wine collection in years. None of those things would have bought him comfort or fulfillment. And he was a fucking lawyer; he’d bought himself a new apartment, a new car, a new bottle of wine.

//

Renesmee’s first birthday party was turning into a three-ring circus that a baby wouldn’t comprehend or enjoy. There were two birthday cakes – a two-tiered confection in pink for the guests, and an identical miniature for Renesmee to destroy; the house and garden were decorated in pink and white balloons, garlands and streamers. A table was piled with food, and nearly forty people were invited, most of them adults. Renesmee herself was in a pink silk party dress with tiny satin slippers.

Alice arrives half an hour after the invited time, in a borrowed sports-car. She’s wearing jeans artfully splattered with silver paint and a silky black camisole with her boots, her hair tipped in silver for the event. She was like an oil slick amongst the pastel dresses and rainbow skinny jeans of the guests. She adds a small present to the pile, and greets him with a deep kiss that all of Bella’s mommy friends find totally inappropriate for the setting, and he nearly punches one of Edward’s co-workers for eyeing the outline of her nipple piercing a little too closely.

It takes less than an hour for her smile to dull, though, surrounded by pregnant women and babies. He wonders how old her child would be, and realizes what a terrible person he is for inviting her today. When he murmurs an apology in her ear, she smiles again and tells him it’s okay, she’s okay. And if she isn’t, Esme’s vanilla-raspberry cupcakes will make up for it.

// He finds her in the kitchen, with Esme, and a glass of wine. Esme smiles at him as he walks in, dropping a kiss to Alice’s head.

“We were just talking about one of my clients - they want a mural in their entry way - they have insisted upon it - instead of hanging artwork, and Alice has just given me the names of two artists I think would be perfect,” Esme says cheerily, before looking back at Alice.

“Jasper was so into architecture when he first moved in with us; he would sit for hours looking at the models. I always thought you’d go into design or architecture - you had such an eye for it. His old apartment was nice, but he insisted on customizing it - you should show Alice the photos.”

“I should,” he agrees. It’s Maria’s apartment now, and everything he associates with his divorce is kept in a separate mental box pushed to the back of his brain.

“Hot and multi-talented,” Alice grins up at him, the wine softening her. “I hit the jackpot.”

Esme could not be smiling more as he pulls up a seat, and insists Alice tell Esme all about her new work as the party continues outside without them.

//

Esme and Carlisle invite them to stay the night – Bella and Edward are returning to the cottage, but Rosalie and Emmett were staying, and it’s a long drive home. Alice is reluctant, but agrees.

His old room has long since been redecorated from his teenage and college years, but Esme has always kept it as ‘his’, just as Rosalie’s room down the hall is still ‘hers’.

He finds Alice clad in one of his old high school sweatshirts, examining the photos Esme has hung on the wall - from when he was eight, right up until law school graduation. The ones with Maria have been replaced, and he’s glad of that.

“You were such a cutie,” she says, inspecting one of him and Rose on their first day of kindergarten. “That face!”

They curl together in the bed, and he loves how she acts when she’s sleepy; she rubs her eyes like a little kid, and burrows into him. How many nights has he woken up with her clinging to his arm, or sprawled across his chest?

She’s apologized a few times but he loves it. He loves seeing her in his old hoodie as well; wonders if they should bring it back to the city, get her to pair it with some knee socks and heels. She’d laugh and indulge him, tease him about not getting laid in high school.

//

He takes her to New York in the winter, after Thanksgiving; she doesn’t suspect anything, and he is curious – trips to New York with Maria had been common, and Maria had spent a small fortune each time. Only the best hotels, spas, restaurants, entertainment and shops would do for Maria.

Alice was more interested in spending time with him. She was nervous in the fancy restaurant for dinner, continually fussing with her necklace and sleeves to cover her tattoos. She dragged him to galleries and museums, and wanted his opinion when she tried on dresses and shoes.

She takes him to Brooklyn for burgers and ice cream, to a photography exhibition, and then fucks him roughly in the back of a dark club; he’ll remember her like that until he’s dead; bare under her skirt, her cleavage pressed tightly against the neckline of her top; her knee-high boots.

And then, on their last night, he takes her to the park at twilight and he proposes on the Bow Bridge in Central Park.

Her eyes are huge, and god, he forgets how young she is. Her cheeks are pink from the cold, her hair spilling out of her hat, and she shakes her head and looks at him incredulously, and asks him, “Me?”

“You; only and always you,” he says. His tough, funny, crazy artist is crying as she accepts, and she takes off her gloves to put on the ring.

A few onlookers cheer and applaud, and he dips her into a movie-star kiss.

“I didn’t think you loved me that much,” she whispers to him later, beaming. Her hand is pink from the cold, but she refuses to put her gloves back on, staring at the ring he spent days picking out.

It shakes him to the core, and he stops her in the middle of the street.

“Alice Brandon, there are no words to say how much I fucking love you,” he says in a low voice. “And I am going to spend the rest of our lives making sure you know that every single day.”

[tashaaaa]

I am delighted with this baby!

art for @verystrangebun

[blacksugarswan]

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This is a blog dedicated to Black Sugar Swan Cookie, ran by @dulceswans ! I consider myself her #1 fan and a huge kinnie.

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1. Questions related to Black Sugar Swan ONLY or Dessert Paradise in general.

2. No sending hate or harassment for off topic things you’ll be disrespectfully blocked and ignored 💜 If it gets out of hand, I’m disabling anon.

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[chizukao]

disgusting freak

so fast!!!! as promised, here are my shipcest headcanons for non-canon siblings in cookie run ⬇️

rockstar x whipped cream:

half brothers!!! they share the same dad. rockstar's the older one just barely. they uhhh have a bit of a weird situationship going on, with their clashing art forms and differing personalities. but at the end of the day, they really care about each other, even if it's hard to tell.

white choco x pink choco:

sisters!!! despite being shorter and looking younger, pink choco is older than white choco!!! futch x femme excellence. they're in love and very cute and wholesome <3

espresso x latte:

i can't decide if i like them as blood-related siblings or just found family.......either way, despite their different views on coffee and polar opposite personalities, these two are closer to each other than anyone else!!! latte's always looking out for espresso, and espresso tries to help out latte in return in his own subtle ways. they're besties and siblings and coworkers and also have gigantic crushes on each other (though neither will ever say a word for fear of rejection/breaking the status quo/etc).

parfait x pastel meringue:

adopted siblings!!! pastel meringue is older and despises the fact that he's so much shorter than parfait. parfait thinks it's super cute though haha <3 in interviews, parfait will sometimes bring up her cute younger brother, leaving her fans to speculate who he could be. pastel meringue watches these interviews and always gets flustered whenever parfait brings him up. although they're not together romantically (yet), they go on sibling dates. pastel meringue loves to dress parfait up, and parfait loves to write songs dedicated to pastel meringue :>

rockstar x parfait:

half-siblings who share the same mom!! they found out after hooking up jfjfjdjfnj. they're happy to just stay friends/coworkers/siblings after finding out. rockstar's older btw.

clover x herb x spinach:

full siblings!! the order from oldest to youngest is spinach -> clover -> herb. clover and spinach love love love doting on their younger brother. herb loves the attention, but he also likes to return their affection tenfold via flowers, plants, veggies, etc. clover sings songs to his siblings that he learned on his travels. and spinach's favorite thing to do is to cook for her brothers (using her and herb's homegrown fruits and veggies of course!). they're all in a very healthy almost romantic relationship (that is to say, none of them have gone as far as kissing yet, but it'll happen eventually and none of them will be surprised) <3

string gummy x twizzly gummy:

twins!!!!!!!!!! they grew up poor together and eventually started twizzly's gang, which they also ran together. then the whole string gummy getting trapped in a time hole happened and he lost all of his childhood memories, including everything with twizzly. twizzly's been searching for him ever since, but to no avail......until.....? (shameless promotion of the gummycest one-shot im in the middle of writing rn). they're toxic and doomed and my current favorite cr ship atm :3

[selfundiagnosed]

Insane that my mom ran the most popular patrick stump archival blog on tumblr + was a full time lawyer + was raising two mentally ill kids + doing culinary arts school + having a cookie business. I think its her autism i wont lie. But now its all catching up to her and she has no energy which would be the ehlers danlos fault this time.. tried to convince her to steal her old url back but on cohost so she made an account but couldnt immediately make side blogs but boy oh boy. she would be giving the fall out boy fandom what they want and more. Shes like i cant do it again i have no idea how i did it before im like ma! its called having boundaries. Shes like i cant do that when i have a special interest its called autism. Im like right but queue posts for once a day and find 30 pictures from a photo set and boom one months worth of posting fall out boy and you can conserve your energy. But she doesnt know how to do her special interests in moderation. Im honestly just glad she went and accepted a bunch of access to her mega archive folder thingy. But shes so mad she doesnt have access to like her actual archive bc the website she used go archive everything changed their subscription plans and she has so many photos it would be like a zillion dollars she doesnt have 😭 like bogus i remember photo storing websites were so free. Take me back to 2010 for real :T Anyway she used to get so mortified when i told my friends as a teen about her blog i actually told her coworker once and her coworker somehow RETAINED the url and went home and looked at her blog and she was so upset at me 😭😭 but now like she kinda doesnt give a fuck anymore bc fall out boy was her special interest for an entire decade and she’s over it. Obviously still a big big fan but not in bandom anymore. Her new special interest is a band i introduced her to when i was 13 and its kinda cringe so i dont talk about it but she also ran an archival blog for THIS band and i told my friend at a sleepover who liked this band about her blog and they fucking FOLLOWED HER and shit bricks and my mom was MORTIFIED. But anyway yeah she doesnt gaf now if i tell people she was this blog and i even posted a tiktok about it once and people started doing detective work that would make her autistic self so proud…. Bc thats what she was good at! sleuthing stalking detective work on the band. Pete wentz privately answered several of her asks on tumblr i’ll see if she can send me the asks and their responses. But yeah she doesnt care anymore. her original url was scrubbed by tumblr and shes very angry about it bc it was an original bandom url for patrick stump so shes like wtf ever i dont wanna touch this im so mad. Which SAAAAME. ive done that so many times. She started permitting access to people who requested it for one of her photo archive website thingies she left in her last post. But yeaaaahhh… she was patrick stump for halloween in like 2008 and she won the costume contest bc she had rhe coolest sideburns and looked so much like him. My first ever concert was a fall out boy concert in spring 2007 i was 6 turning 7 within the next few months lemme just say the music video for carpel tunnel of love played on the screen as they played the song and my brother and i was so traumatized. But then immediately they played this aint a scene after that and we were like HELL YEAAAAAAAAA. And my brother (5 at the time) and i knew every single song and sang along and my mom went look at everyone else no one else knows these songs. You guys are so cool. And we looked around and yeah no one was singing the songs and were sooo excited! Oh and theres that one time she recorded us singing keep it simple by cobra starship and THEY PUT IT ON THEIR MYSPACE PAGE AT THE TOP WE FLIPPED SHIT. i wish THAT video was still up. Shes also met fall out boy so many times and walked away from patrick stump while he was talking to her bc she didnt want to take up his time at a meet and greet. Omg. so many memories. I was literally raised in online bandom thats so insane. Maybe thats why im a homosexual

[ask-ray-sans]

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- Pronouns: He/Him

- Orange Text outside of panels, Black Text with Light Orange Box inside panels

- Prefers cats over dogs

- Favorite food is rice

- Hates taxes

Anomaly

- Pronouns: He/Him

- Red Text outside of panels, Blue Text with Black Box inside panels

- Wears gloves

- Strings come from his arms (wrapped around them)

- String color links with his emotions

Revert!Fresh / "Freshy"

- Pronouns: He/Him

- Rainbow Text outside of panels, Rainbow Text with Black Box inside panels

- Wears mittens

- Jacket changes it's text

Ender/Karl

- Pronouns: Any/All

- Marked with a [E] outside of panels, Light Purple Text with Dark Purple Box inside panels (Different Font)

- 3ft tall (Very short)

- Has eaten a politician

- Link to their actual ref

- Loves pineapples :3

Bendy

- Pronouns: He/Him

- Marked with a [B] outside of panels, White Text with a Black Box inside panels (Different Font)

- Wears gloves

- A big fan of the Persona series (specifically persona 5)

Point

- Pronouns: He/Him

- Blue Text outside of panels, Black Text with Light Blue Box inside panels

- Also goes by Paps

- Has a pizza business

Dash

- Pronouns: He/Him

- Purple Text outside of panels, Dark Indigo Text with Light Indigo Box inside panels

- Has a Scottish accent

[blackstarmylove]

Hi BlackStarMyLove~ o(≧∇≦o) Thank you for continuing to do Blackstar posts + Blackstar tips~ Not sure if this was asked already, but I like to ask a what-if scenario: how would each of the guys treat MC if MC's their little sister (if asked already, how would it be like if they met her as kids? If I recall right, Kei and Heath are canon childhood friends of MC in the game, so I guess for them, I guess what sweet/silly moments would you imagine them having with MC as kids)? (if you got time) I would like to ask more what-ifs, but to not overwhelm you, I'll just stick to asking one here. Cheering for you and your posts in spirit~ Also earned another follower here~ ^^ Hail Blackstar~ o(>ω<)o (finally glad to have finally spoken/gathered enough courage to DM a Blackstar fan~ o(^∀^*)o *shy Blackstar fan lol*)

Hi Shy Anon! Thank you so much for following and supporting my posts. 💖 So, I do want to let you know requests are closed right now, meaning if anyone sends in any requests, I will treat them as a quick ask (so like a less detailed, grouped HC). Yes, Kei and Heath...and someone else, who fans have suggested might be Kokuyou or Kongou are MC's childhood friends. When I open requests again, you are welcome to send in more scenarios.

Please don't be shy to reach out to Starless fans! Since this is a small community, fans are happy to talk to each other and get excited to find new fans. And you are welcome to talk to me in DMs at any time~ we can fan about the characters/events or anything else you like. :3

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Moments They Had as Kids:

Kei - lying on the grass, staring at the sky and pointing out the shapes of the clouds

Sotetsu - having water balloon and water gun fights

Ginsei - watching cartoon and mimicking the characters

Yoshino - playing board games

Gui - watching animals in the park

Yakou - pretending to be superheroes while wearing capes and saving the world

Kokuyou - bringing home stray animals and caring for them with the help of adults

Akira - pulling harmless pranks on adults and kids alike

Sin - sitting under a tree and reading picture books together

Takami - pretending to be detectives/cops and solving cases

Nekome & Taiga - playing hide and seek

Rindou - having pretend beauty pageants with his sisters

Maica & Qu - drawing and scribbling in coloring books

Sinju - spending time with his grandmother and learning from her

Menou - taking naps together while holding hands

Mokuren - sneaking out to the kind grandma who lives a few houses down to get freshly baked cookies and pies

Hari - attending piano classes

Kasumi - playing tag and racing each other

Zakuro - watching sing-along kid shows and singing at the top of your lungs

Mizuki - pretend fighting while making sounds from the mouth (pow, pew pew...)

Kongou - playing house and pretend cooking

Ran - climbing trees and getting yelled at by adults

Rico - arts and craft

Heath - talking to plants and telling them stories

Unei - catching bugs together

[fictional-world777]

Cookie. Pt.1

PAIRING(S) | Asakura Jo X female reader

GENRE(S) | au, fluff, High school au

WARNING(S) | bully, slow burn, pranks, beef with new student, simp Jo, ignore time form jumping.

word count » ± 2200

Last year at school is very tough, even worse if you are new girl in the area. Once a year this school is doing charity work for nearby hospital. Everyone should bring something to sell and all the money goes to charity. You tried to act quiet and unnoticed as it was possible. But there was one boy, who sometimes was looking at you, when you were concentrating on the board. He was tall, cute and handsome at the same time. Star of the school basketball club Asakura Jo. This boy even had his own army of fan girls. Surprisingly, like other athletes, he was not only focused on basketball. Jo also was passionate about arts. besides his grades were pretty high too. To sum up, Asakura was perfect student. You caught him glaring at you several times, but not only you noticed it. President of his fan club also was in the same class as you two. After that time she was trying to bring you down with any possible way. On he day of charity you brought chocolate cookies, which of course you made yourself. The moment you entered lobby, you saw Asakuras table you lost ability to talk. His paintings were so beautiful, breathtaking and so was him. Today he wasn’t in the usual school uniform. Jo was wearing black straight jeans and beige knitted sweater. You nearly dropped basket on the floor. After your heart rate balanced, you started to put the cookies in bunches. Some of them were simply circles, some of them had star shapes, some were heart shaped.  You did not know should you put cinnamon on the cookies or not, so you just brought it with you. Powder in a glass bottle with holes on it’s cap. You sat at you place and waited patiently. Not surprisingly, but Jo’s paintings were hot topic of the event. His table became empty in a minutes. Sadly your cookies weren’t as popular. Although you sold quite a bunch. Suddenly president of Jos’ Club appeared to your table, accompanied by her 2 best friends. Whom also were her left and right hands. Her loyal minions.

President : So what we have here? Chocolate cookies? How simple.

She smiled. It was hard to understand, was it compliment or sarcasm. Also you were sure that the bracelets she was selling, definitely were not made by her.

y/n : Yes, simple. That's why everyone loves them.

President : Interesting, can you give me a recipe?

You were trying to be patient, so you turned to take note book and pencil from your backpack. But, little you know that right hand of president changed your cinnamon bottle with black paper. And another girl sprinkled it on all over leftover cookies. You wrote recipe on the paper.

y/n : Here you go.

President : Thank you .

She took the paper from your hands with disgusted face , like you had some skin disease. Then she and her minions left your table. When president crossed the room, she threw your recipe in the trash can with smiling expression. You saw it, as well as Jo. He saw everything, except that another girl sprinkled black pepper on all of the cookies. Around Asakura always was a circle of his basketball teammates, he left them and came to warn you about pepper. Your heart rate increased again.

Jo : Hey

Y/n : Hello

Jo : So chocolate cookies?

y/n : Is it banal?

y/n : No , not at all. Everyone loves cookies.

You smiled at his words.

Jo : Can I try?

y/n : Yes of course.

Jo : How much ?

y/n: You can have them for free.

Jos’ ears were prominently shaped, so every time he blushed, first his ears were becoming red. He chuckled and took heart shaped one. Asakura put the whole thing in his mouth in one go. Split second and Jo’s eyes started watering and he coughed all the cookie on the floor. He ran to the bathroom with light speed. You were in disbelief and tried little bit of your cookie, it was spicy. You could not believe, on the morning you checked that you brought cinnamon, not pepper. You cleaned the floor from Asakuras leftover crumbs and ran to boys bathroom. You waited to apologize and to give him apple juice ,after that spicy attack. He came out with wet face, how he can be so majestic. You froze with your hands reaching out to him with juice bottle.

Jo : I hope it is not spicy again.

His words took you out from trance.

y/n: I am so sorry, when I checked it on this morning it was cinnamon bottle.

Jo : I know , I saw that some girls swapped your bottle.

y/n: What?

He swallowed big sip, nearly emptying the bottle.

Jo : 3 girls changed the bottle, but I didn’t notice when they sprinkled the cookies.

Your face became red with anger, but you couldn’t do anything against them. The feeling of impotence was so embarrassing, that your eyes got teary. Jo noticed it and took both of your hands in his. Then gently brushed back of your palms with his thumbs. Jo;s hands are so big, compared to yours.

Jo : Are they bullying you?

y/n : I can not tell where is the border, between bullying and teasing.

You can not hold your tears anymore. Jo tried to calm you and awkwardly hugged you with one hand. And patted your head with another.

Jo : Everything will be okay. Only you can decide what can bring you down mentally.

You just stood still, king of the school Jo was hugging you near the boys bathroom. What will other students think, what will president and her minions think? You let all this thoughts go away and hugged Jo back. 3 seconds you were on another planet.

Jo : Can I walk you to your home? I do not wanted you to go alone in this state.

y/n : It is not necessary I can go alone. I am already okay.

But your face was still swollen and red after crying.

Jo : I insist.

y/n : I will throw all the cookies and take my things. Let’s meet at the exit.

Jo : I'll help you with cookies.

y/n : I do not mean to be rude, but why are you taking care of me?

Jo : I think particularly it is my fault, that they did it to you.

y/n : They think you like me.

He continued walking and was not watching at you. But you clearly heard his words.

Jo : Yes . I do. Now let’s harry up.

For the first time in your life, you feel butterflies in your stomach. Maybe not his face , but you saw his tomato red ears. When you entered the room , you noticed how enviously president and her minions were looking at your table. They were observing every move of Jo cleaning it.

President : Hey. Asakura-kun why are you cleaning y/n's table?

He even did not look at them.

Jo : She is my close friend and some one ruined her cookies with pepper. Maybe you know who was it?

President shrugged.

President : No I do not. Anyway we are going to karaoke. Do you wanna go with us? All the basketball team is going too.

Jo : No, I do not have time for it. Besides I promised y/n to take her home.

You wanted to ran away and hide somewhere until school year ends. President looked at you like you were some piece of rotten meat.

President : Then tomorrow?

Jo : I already have plans with y/n.

Presidents face turned red, than green like she was going to vomit any second.

President : Then see you on Monday.

Jo : Goodbye.

President : Bye bye y/n , see you at school on Monday too.

You knew it was not for good. President and minions left the lobby.

y/n : Why you lied to them about tomorrow?

Jo : It was not a lie, maybe 30%. If you already do not have plans, let's hang out?

He was not sure that your answer would be positive. Asakura was saying this words with pauses , still he is not brave when it comes to relationships. You could not believe , Asakura Jo is calling you out. Was it a date or just friendly meeting? Either ways it was unexpected from his side. You paused.

y/n : Hmmm

Jo : If you have plans it is okay.

This words were accompanied with sad eyes.

y/n : No I do not have any planes. I will go out with you. Tell me when and where.

He smiled immediately. Jos ears sold him, because they still were red. He did not let you touch the table.

Jo : Wait were is the mess I made earlier?

y/n: I cleaned it. It still was my fault. How I could not notice their actions.

Jo : It is not your fault at all. They are just bad people.

y/n : They are our classmates.

Jo : I am with them since 7th grade, it is not their first ‘prank’.

y/n: Oh okay now I understand.

You wanted to ask more about presidents past actions, but did not want to ruin the moment.

Jo : I finished let's go.

You took your back pack, but he swiped it from your hands.

Jo : I will carry it for you.

y/n: Really it is not necessary.

Jo : Please let me be a gentleman.

y/n : Okay, thank you.

Jo : I am sorry that you had to clean my mess.

y/n: Oh it is nothing. I still  think what could happened if our homeroom teacher came to my table after them.

Jo : You are lucky that it was me.

He smiled at you. you are heading to bus stop.

y/n : Where do you live?

Jo : you know central library ?

Jo : Yes.

y/n : I live right next to it.

Jo : So we are basically neighbors.

y/n: I have never seen you in a bus.

Jo : My father takes me to school on the way to his work.

y/n : Aaa , my family does not have a car.

Jo :  If you want, I can ask my father to drive to you first and take you too.

y/n : No,  no, I did not mean it, when I said about my family.

Jo : Maybe if you'll drive with us, he will stop asking stupid questions.

y/n : So you want to use me against your fathers curiosity?

You lough. His ears are still red.

y/n : If it will help you okay, I will be waiting for you on school days.

Jo's face got the same color as his ears. Finally bus came. You sat to next each other. He took earphones from his pocket and plugged to phone.

Jo : What kind of music do you listen?

y/n : I listen to everything. If I like the rhythm it automatically ends up in my playlist. Also language does not matter to me.

Jo : Same with me. I only now noticed that we are matching today.

You look down and see that you are also wearing black jeans and beige top. Both of you laughed.

Jo : Here.

He gives you one earbud and puts another in his ear. His playlist contained many anime openings and endings, mostly calm and cheerful ones. You did not want this 30 minuets to end soon. Yet you already are near your stop. Jo lets you out from bus first.

Y/n: That is my apartment building.

Jo : I have never noticed that it is pink.

y/n: I love pink. So where are we going tomorrow?

Jo : Give me your number and I'll text you before 10PM.

He reached his phone to you. You dialed your number and give Asukura’s phone back.

y/n : Why specifically before 10PM?

Jo : I go to bad early, to wake up also early and practice basketball.

y/n : You go to court even on Sunday?

Jo : No. I have basketball hoop at home in the back yard.

y/n: Oh, I did not know you were rich.

Jo : I am no rich, just both of my parents are lawyers.

y/n : Are you gonna be lawyer too?

Jo : I do not know .

He paused after this words. Suddenly your phone rang.

y/n : Hi. Mom I am already in front of our building. You see me? Who’s that boy? Mooom it is my classmate, do not embarrass me. Yes, he is already leaving.

You cut the call.

y/n : My mom also likes to put her nose in to everything.

He smiles shyly. Both of you do not know how to act at the moment. You reached your hand to shake his. He understood what you wanted and grabbed your palm. His long fingers trapped you tightly.

y/n : See you tomorrow Asakura Jo.

Jo : See you soon y/n.

Hope you will like it.

If anyone wants I can turn it in to series. 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Constructive criticism is welcomed.