#favorite savory pancakes

[twiceastasty]

Gluten-Free Scallion Pancakes

Savory pancakes can be eaten any time of day and make a delicious light summer meal that features seasonal veggies—in and on them. Learn to make Gluten-Free Scallion Pancakes.

If you think of pancakes as sweet breakfast treats, think again. Savory pancakes can be eaten any time of day and make a delicious light summer meal that features seasonal veggies—in and on them. This week, in my Twice as Tasty column for the Flathead Beacon, I share one of the first variations I make each summer. It’s easy to make, delicious, and—bonus—gluten-free, dairy-free, and vegan. You can…

[icewindandboringhorror]

What would you choose? :0c

(note: original image is from HERE (link) - but I edited it to add a wider variety of options.. also added $3 extra to the total, even though I know that makes it more uneven lol, I thought if you're adding 10 whole extra items, the money to spend should at least be increased slightly, if that makes sense..)

[zhongrin]

wish i had actual potatoes so i can make baked potatoes instead but eh 🤷🏻‍♀️ anyway GO EAT YOUR BREAKFAST/LUNCH/DINNER/SNACK! don't forget to hydrate and stretch too!! you are precious and i hope you take care of yourself ᰔᩚ

[forsworned]

I just got a great idea. Imagine the teenage dirt bag trend with 141, where reader is chill and laid back, and as 141 and reader are in the break room, gaz or soap ask reader about her life before the military and she just goes to her office to get some photos of her and her friends in their teens, smoking weed and in some she has some sick piercings and a skater, or maybe even a motorcycle. I don't even know. I'm just rambling. You can write it if you want but if you don't want to then feel free to ignore me 🫶🏼🙆🏻‍♀️

author's note: and a great idea you have indeed :) i gotchuuu and im so sorry this took me forever to get to

tags: poly 141 antics, cheeky banter, and a lil flirting with the boys ;)

Breakfast is a fan favorite amongst the 141, especially when it involves the sweet and savory aroma of coffee, pancakes, eggs, and your famous potato hash—a dish that's practically a cult fave within the team. As you settle in your seat between Johnny and Kyle with your coffee mug in your hand, the group is chatting about their former glory days before they joined the military.

Johnny nudges you with a playful smirk, still noshing on a piece of toast. "So, hen, ye look like ye had a bit of a wild streak back in the day, aye? Bet ye were a right wee devil." His tone is teasing, laced with curiosity as his cerulean gaze lingers on you.

You roll your eyes at him, but before you can respond, Kyle chimes in, his tone equally teasing, "Yeah, you look like the type who got up to all sorts of dodgy stuff. Proper troublemaker, I reckon. C'mon love, spill the beans." He nudges with a grin.

Price looks over his newspaper at double trouble across the table, before turning the page, causing you to chuckle. "Well," you fish out your phone from your pocket and everyone leans forward in their seats as you scroll through your camera roll. You stop at an album and tap on it before rotating the screen to face them and they can't help the excited noises that leave their mouths.

"No way!" Johnny exclaims, his grin widens as he spots a photo of you leaning against a cherry red muscle car. "Is that a 1967 Chevrolet Camaro!?" Kyle chirps, taking your phone from you and you laugh at their reactions. That gets Price's attention and he leans over to get a gander of the rebellious glint in your eye and the streaks of red fashioned into your hair.

"Christ," He beams down at the photo and then up at you. "looks like you were quite the rebel, eh? No wonder these two pillocks won't stop botherin' ya."

Kyle lets out a whistle as he swipes to the next photo, showcasing you with a cigarette hanging between your lips, clad in a skimpy bikini, leaning against your palms on a beach on a sunlit beach with the sunset casting a tangerine glow. "Cheeky."

Johnny's eyes ream at the photo, taking you in your exposed form. "Aye, look at ye!" His cheeks flush as he tilts his head, peeking up at you. "I gotta give it ya, lassie, yer quite the stunner."

"And still are." Price adds, raising his eyebrows at you. You fluster at his kind words, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Thank you,"

"Oi! Look at this one!" Johnny points to the screen again, having a good laugh. You lean into Kyle and giggle at the photo. Grin as wide as your face with an alligator's jaw clamped shut between your hands. "That cannot be real!"

"It's really not as wild as it looks. I was on vacation in Florida, and a local wildlife park had this little show where they let you hold and pose with a baby alligator. They made sure everything was safe and supervised. Super fun."

Price cocks an amused brow at you, sipping his coffee. "Baby alligator, eh? You're quite the thrill seeker."

"Yeahhh, not much has changed." Kyle ribs and the others laugh. It's true though. You were actively pursuing that adrenaline rush, so it didn't come as much of a surprise to them, especially not Simon.

As the laughter dies down, Simon, who was quietly enjoying his tea and observing the situation unfold finally speaks up, "You lot are gettin' too chuffed over this, but I gotta admit..." He leans back, his dark eyes fixate on you and you can't help but take notice of how his mask is scrunched up under his nose, revealing the pale pink of his lips. "Never quite pegged you for a lil rascal. Bet you gave your folks a right headache."

He prods the phone out of Johnny's hand and takes a look at the other photos they were scrolling through and softly snorting at what looks like an image of you on stage, strumming at a guitar and singing your heart out. "But I reckon that's what makes you fit in so will with these bunch of nutters." His lips quirk into a faint smile as he hands you back your phone and goes back to munching on his eggs. "Ain't it always the quiet ones you gotta watch out for?"

Your cheeks blossom with warmth at his comment and the cute little smile that adorns his handsome face. "Well, I didn't think I was all that quiet." You poke your tongue in your cheek, gently prying the phone out of his hands.

His finger seems to biff at your screen as it clatters out of your grasp because his onyx eyes widen at the photo. Skin exposed, revealing the ink that embellishes your lower left hip in delicate, intricate patterns as you're posing sexy for the camera. Your heart plunges to your ass at the realization of it not being in your hidden album.

"Oh—that's, uhhh" You stammer swiftly, locking your phone and shoving it back into your pocket. Your tongue swipes at your lips as you avert your gaze, but Simon takes note of how you nervously twiddle with the spoon as it clatters against the walls of your mug.

Simon's eyes linger on you for a moment longer before he returns to his tea, "well, well, well..."

The rest of the team is still buzzing with the excitement of your heydays as they detect the slight change in atmosphere.

"Oi, what's all of this about, then?" Johnny asks with a mouth full of food. "Give us the scoop!"

But the Scotsman is getting scolded by Price and Kyle for not keeping his mouth shut while he eats. A sheepish smile adorns his lips, rubbing the back of his neck as he apologizes. Simon chuckles, and shakes his head, "Nothin' worth spillin', Johnny. Just a bit of a laugh."

Of course that earns some groans from them, but you can't help but bite your bottom lip and grin when Simon gives you a knowing look. Some secrets are best kept between friends.

masterlist

[chris-prank]

I usually never write asks but I NEED more of esteban. I just binged all of your posts about him and I am obsessed.

Knowing that you took the time to write an ask because you like Esteban this much make me feel so honored 😭 ❤️

I am sorry that it took me so much time to answer 🙏🏻 it’s harder for me to come up with stuff without a prompt (and all the things about Esteban in my drafts are not completed 😔)

Yandere CEO x GN reader

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You walked into the kitchen while rubbing your eyes, having been drawn by tasty smells. The first thing that caught your attention was Esteban diligently washing the dishes, his apron discarded on the counter. Hearing your little “Good morning”, he turned to you with a radiant smile.

“Good morning! I didn’t know what you preferred, so I made a bit of everything!”

That’s when your gaze finally fell onto the table. It was in fact covered with every possible breakfast staple; scrambled eggs, pancakes, crepes, sausages, fruits, rice, etc. Esteban looked at you intently, clearly waiting for you to sit down and take a bite.

“It’s really nice of you Esteban, like I really appreciate all the effort you put into this… but don’t you think it’s a bit too much food?”

“Oh! Don’t worry, I won’t throw away what you don’t eat. I’ll eat it or freeze it for later.”

That was… a weirdly normal and logical thing for him to say, was your immediate thought. You didn’t want to question him further, hearing your stomach growl, so you sat down and so did he. Resting his chin on both of his fists, he gave you a loving grin. You picked out your favorite dish out of all of them and took a bite. Your eyes dilated and you quickly plunged your ustensiles back into the food, it was so savory! You were convinced it could even be worthy of a five star restaurant. Esteban’s smile widened more as he witnessed your, not so subtle, reaction.

“You seem to like it.~”

“Like it?! I looooove it!” You answered, your mouth filled to the brim.

“Then don’t ever eat anyone else’s cooking, just mine from now on, ok?” He extended his hand to caress yours, his tone sickeningly sweet despite the deranged words he just said.

Anyone else would just pass this as a joke, but knowing him and seeing the flash across his eyes you knew he was dead serious.

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The more you spend time with Esteban the more he will feel too comfortable showing his unhinged side. 💀

[dragonanon]

You can escape the pile by explaining to the larvae that you can’t make waffles for them if you’re stuck in bed.

This is absolutely unacceptable to the larvae. Inka is now hissing and biting Emmet while Emma demands they both get up because she wants waffles. Erin is crying mostly because his sisters are upset, but he wants waffles too.

Trying to remove yourself from the Slither Wing pile results in much whining and clinging until you just give in and sleep some more. Imgo chirps happily while Emmet presses you into his fluff with a coo.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

fairest city food culture

This is a supplementary post to continue off of this larger TWST food culture compilation post (as that one is getting super long as is). Here, I'll cover all the new food-related lore dropped about the Shaftlands and specifically about Fairest City, which features in the Tapis Rouge event.

Shaftlands

Macarons are one of the Shaftlands' signature sweets. Cream and raspberry, as well as lychee, are the popular flavors at the moment.

Macarons can be frozen so recipients can eat them fresh.

There are people who collect the stylish boxes that macarons come in.

According to Vil, mixing flavored syrups with carbonated liquids is common in the Shaftlands.

Stewed foods are the Shaftlands' specialty. This is because there are many stories about the Fairest Queen preparing many foods in a pot.

Apples are the most popular fruit in the Shaftlands. They are used for drinks, desserts, jams, and even savory meal items.

Fairest City

There are few food stands in Fairest City. This is because eating on the streets is seen as bad manners.

There is a strong cafe culture.

Fairest City is famous for its cuisine and sweets. Their sweets in particular are well developed due to the city's cafe culture.

Sweets with a pleasant appearance are popular. The most famous of patisseries make sweets which are like pieces of art.

Some sweets featured in famous patisseries include tarts, chocolate, mousse, macarons, brioche, roll cakes, financiers, mille-feuilles, and cakes shaped like apples with apple sauce inside, caramel apples, etc.

A specialty of Fairest City is "cream puff rings", which are cream puffs in ring shapes. They are meant to resemble wheels on rail cars, since Fairest City is located near mines. It is said that the cream puff rings (which is filled with a thick, high-calorie cream) were originally given to hard-working miners to restore their energy.

Luxury stores may offer amenities in addition to providing their services or helping customers shop. For example, staff may offer VIP clients drinks or chocolates.

Fairest City’s hotels have swanky restaurants built into them for guests to dine in. The fanciest of eating establishments are five star restaurants that have full sets of cutlery and napkins which you unfold and place in your lap.

Fancy dining establishments offer food à la carte (ordered by the plate) and prix fixe style (picking your courses from a predetermined selection).

There is a drink called “Diabolo Menthe” served in Fairest City. It is a spearmint flavored syrup mixed with a slightly carbonated liquid. Very refreshing! (This is most likely a reference to the potion that the Evil Queen drinks to transform into an old woman.)

Eric Venue, Vil’s famous movie star father, uses a five-star restaurant to cater buffets for his movie shoots for every 6 hours of work. They also have snacks and drinks on demand (“craft services”), which includes coffee, milk, tea, juice, chocolate, fruits, and pancakes and waffles. Lots of light foods!

Many dishes at high-class eateries are French. For example, hors d’oeuvres might include escargot (snails), foie gras de canard (duck foie gras), and terrine a la campagne (country-style terrine). Courses are also named in French (viande and poisson courses, etc.).

Some dishes served include boeuf bourguignon (a beef and red wine stew) filet mignon de porc aux pruneaux (a pork filet with dried plum; it is made with pig heart, bouillon, and sauce), and flounder poêlé (flounder with an herb sauce). The beef bourguignon is a favorite dish in the five-star hotel restaurant that caters for Eric Venue.

Pork, especially the heart, is prized meat in Fairest City. Many of its dishes are pork-based. There is a story about how the Fairest Queen needed a heart for one of her potions and had her huntsman hunt as a tribute to her; the filet mignon de porc aux pruneaux dish was born from this legend.

The restaurant that caters for Eric Venue has a specialty dessert called tart fine pomme. It is a thin tart with slices apples. The restaurant uses the highest quality of apples (from Harveston), which are grown in a special soil, for their dishes and drinks.

[danikamariewrites]

Can I request a headcannon where the reader is mated to Cassian, Azriel and nesta. And she's a total cutie somehow she always has some sorts of snacks on her hands like literally all the time ( giant sweet tooth) and they are wondering where she gets them from.

Like Cassian loses his mind because she just one moment doesn't have a cookie in her hand and the next she's eating one.

Also she's a total cat, she disappears in the middle of the day and they can only bring her out when they leave a plate of cookies in the kitchen. ( she can smell it ) she's always sleeping and likes to cuddle whenever one of them is sitting or working.

Mated to Az, Cass, and Nesta headcanon

A/n: I would give anything to be with all three of them tbh like this would be such a slay

Warnings: none just fluffy ☺️

When you felt the bond between all 4 of you, you guys didn’t know what to do at first

You were confused bc you thought the pull you felt to always be around Nesta, Cassian, and Azriel was just your friendship

You’d also be lying if you said you weren’t in love with them

The three of them love you so much

Not much has changed except that you move into the house of wind permanently

You have your own room but you spend most nights with Azriel, he’s your favorite to snuggle with

But there were nights when you wanted to cuddle between Nesta and Cassian

Nesta found she was very possessive and protective of you

And Cassian treats you like a princess

You were a big napper

You can fall asleep anywhere whether it’s on the couch, leaning against Cassian, or even at the table

The boys have found you and Nesta lightly snuggled on the floor of your at home library surrounded by books

One of your favorite nap spots was the couch. Especially when Nesta would read to you and run her fingers through your hair while resting your head on her lap

Something that always drove your three mates crazy were your snack habits

How did you always have one in your hand? How was it always candy? Where did you hide them?

At first you were really good at hiding snacks around the house

A small bag of chips under a throw pillow here

A bag of chocolate covered popcorn in the back of the cabinet

But then the House started helping you by making small compartments in the wall for snacks

If you were in the sitting room but wanted the snack you hid there in the upstairs library the house would bring it to you

“Ok, I know you don’t have those because they weren’t in the snack cabinet. Where did you get the snack?” You just giggle and shrug at Cassian’s question

Nesta would always give you a questioning look and then demand you share

Your dresses and skirts always had pockets not just so you could hold your things but for snacks, the important stuff

Cassian would always beg you for one healthy snack, “Just some fruit that’s all I’m asking.”

“Cass you make sure we eat healthy meals. Occasional junk food won’t kill me baby.” He’d just huff and cross his arms while Azriel laughed and stole a bit of whatever you were munching on

One time it was dead silent in a meeting, except for Rhys bc he was talking about important court stuff

You sneakily pulled a cookie from your pocket, you swiped it from the batch Elain just baked, and took a bite. What you didn’t know was that the cookie would betray you and make a loud crunch sound

Everyone looked at you and Cassian took it from you and gave it back once the meeting was over, “What did we talk about? No disruptive snacks.”

You also value sleeping in

If you didn’t get enough sleep the night before thanks to some ppl 👀…or just from not being able to sleep you liked a few extra hours of peace

Cassian and Azriel, being early risers, never got that about you

You could only be bribed with food

Breakfast is your favorite meal so they use that to their advantage

Always taunting you with the smell of sweet savory bacon, pancakes and maple syrup, eggs, muffins, anything they could cook they would make it for you

You would creep into the kitchen and swipe pieces of bacon before everything was ready

The boys would pretend to be annoyed but secretly love it

Sometimes during the day they could never find you

It was a true mystery where you went or what you did with your time

Nesta would leave your favorite treat out on the counter hoping you’d sense it was there

Azriel would totally have his shadows carry the scent of it to where ever you are

Sometimes they’d miss you and come back to half the plate gone and no you

Other times you’d be perched on the counter chewing happily on your treat

[ginxyy]

Love and Jealousy

A surprise visit to Seungcheol’s dance practice turns into an unforgettable moment of love, jealousy, and heartfelt confessions.

As I stepped into the practice room, the unmistakable rhythm of music vibrated through the air, and I felt an overwhelming sense of excitement knitting itself within my chest. It had been a few months since Seungcheol and I had begun this beautiful journey together, filled with stolen kisses, shy smiles, and quiet moments that whispered promises of forever. I had visited him countless times, always eager to see him in action, but each time was a fresh thrill, a new experience that made my heart race with a delightful mixture of love and admiration.

Today, I had decided to surprise him with his favorite snacks those delicious, crispy pancakes that we had shared during our first late-night outing. I wanted him to know just how much I cherished him, to infuse our cherished moments with the comforting warmth of food. I could almost picture the way his eyes would light up at the sight of the little containers, his boyish delight melting my heart further with each glimpse.

The moment I entered the room, I caught sight of him: Seungcheol, his hair slightly damp from practice, moving fluidly with the other dancers. He was engrossed in their movements, a natural leader and a beacon of energy that captivated everyone around him. For a moment, I just stood there, entranced, holding the bags close to my chest as if they were a treasure. When he finally turned around, our eyes locked, and my breath caught in my throat. His face broke into that charming smile, the one that made everything in the world feel just right.

“Hey! You’re here!” he exclaimed, crossing the distance between us in just a few strides. The warmth of his body radiated towards me as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on my lips, deliciously lingering.

“I brought these for you!” I replied, holding up the bags with a flourish, filled with the sweet, savory delights.

He laughed, eyes sparkling. “You spoil me, you know that?” Seungcheol rummaged through the bags, grinning from ear to ear like a child on Christmas morning. As he savored the first bite, I felt a rush of happiness fill the room, a shared moment of uncomplicated joy.

Before I knew it, he was whisked away, needing to grab something from the other room. I took a seat on the edge of a nearby bench, enjoying the vibrant energy of the practice quietly. It was a cozy little corner of the world, the echoes of the music swaying within my heart, and my thoughts drifted happily to the moments we’d shared the laughter, the gentle teasing, and the growing warmth between us.

It was then that I felt a presence near me, a backup dancer who had approached, their friendly demeanor masking a flirty undertone. “You must be Seungcheol’s girl,” they said, their voice smooth as silk. I felt flattered, a blush creeping up my cheeks as they continued to talk, showering compliments that I initially took at face value.

I was so enraptured in the lighthearted banter that I didn’t even notice Seungcheol walking back in until I caught the shift in the atmosphere, a sudden change in the music the tune bustling with energy, but my heart began to drop.

I turned to see him standing there, eyes narrowed, tension visible in the set of his jaw. The realization of what was happening knitted a blanket of confusion and a small twinge of guilt around my heart. I rushed to assure the dancer that I was content, blissfully oblivious to the way Seungcheol's protective instincts flared.

“Seungcheol! I—” I started, but he moved quickly, stepping between us, a determined look in his eyes that lectured the dancer away without a word. He pulled me gently away from that charming distraction, wrapping his arm possessively around my waist, his warmth enveloping me in a protective cocoon.

“What was that about?” he asked, his voice low and tinged with jealousy that made my heart race.

I looked up at him, battle lines drawn in the air, confusion swirling like a playful wisp between us. “He was just being nice,” I tried to explain, though I could see the sulk creeping into his expression, something endearing amidst the seriousness he wore.

His brows knitted together; the playful glint in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by a stubborn pout that made it hard to stifle a giggle. I shifted closer, wrapping my arms around his waist, feeling my heart beat wildly. “You’re not mad, are you?” I asked softly, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.

There was a beat of silence before I leaned in closer, brushing my lips against his. “I only have eyes for you, Seungcheol. I love you.” The confession slipped out before I could even think of the weight of those words, yet they felt so exhilarating, liberating.

His eyes widened, surprise dancing across his features. A moment of hesitation flickered between us before an overwhelming wave of joy washed over his face. “You love me?” he asked, gently as if afraid it might be a dream.

“Yes,” I whispered, my heart dancing with each syllable. “I’ve loved you for a while now.”

His lips spread into the most radiant smile, a light that could outshine the sun, and he pulled me into him, claiming my lips passionately, as if sealing our declaration. I felt his happiness resonate deep within me as he kissed me, again and again, the world melting away with each touch, the sweet taste of victory lingering on our lips.

In that moment, time stood still, and all that existed was Seungcheol and I wrapped up in a beautiful, blissful embrace, the dance we had only just begun now perfectly in rhythm. The music of our hearts played on, a melody we'd craft together for all the moments to come.

[flusteredfools]

Whats the fairy boy favorite treats individually that the artisan makes?

Moon

tends to favor treats that are sweet and savory, the top two being Blueberry pancakes (topped with syrup, butter and honey) and Blueberry Muffins (also topped with butter and honey); the stickier and messier the better as he loves to teasingly lick up any messes.

Sun

tends to prefer treats that are sweet and tart, with Strawberry cheesecake and Strawberry Lemon Bread his favorites. He loves to eat the bread straight out of the oven while it's still hot paired with ice cold lemonade.

But the two's most favorite treat (if you don't count their Artisan's kisses) and the one Artisan Y/N makes the most for them is their Gingersnaps. It's the treat that they first ever offered to them as well as the one they first had when they reunited, so it holds a very special place in their heart.

[fuckoffwade]

Some of Wade's Favorite Home Cooked Meals

❤️ Chimchanga Pancakes

A ridiculous fusion of chimichangas and pancakes. Wade insists it's the perfect blend of sweet and savory, fueling their mutant healing factors for maximum regeneration. Logan just rolls his eyes but secretly enjoys the absurdity of it.

💛 Wolverine Wellington

A classic beef wellington, but with an extra layer of bacon weaved into the pastry. Wade claims it's a tribute to Logan's animalistic side, while Logan appreciates the hearty meal after a long day of fighting.

💙 Berzerker Burgers

Gourmet burgers piled high with toppings, each representing a different aspect of Logan's berserker rage. Wade enjoys explaining the symbolism while Logan just focuses on devouring the delicious mess. The toppings change every time.

🖤 Mutant Mac and Cheese

A classic comfort food, but with a Deadpool twist - hot sauce swirls and a sprinkle of taco seasoning. Wade sees it as a culinary metaphor for their unlikely friendship, while Logan appreciates the familiar flavors with a hint of spice.

🤍 Weapon X Waffles

Waffles shaped like the Weapon X logo, served with a variety of toppings. Wade views it as a playful nod to Logan's past, while Logan begrudgingly admits the waffles are surprisingly good.

[rebelliousstories]

Dating Quentin Beck/ Mysterio…

Relationship: Quentin Beck (Mysterio) x Reader

Fandom: Spider-Man: Far From Home

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Light Angst

Word Count: 393

Main Masterlist: Here

Jake Gyllenhaal & Co. Masterlist: Here

Summary: Some headcanons of mine about dating Quentin Beck

* Quentin doesn’t trust a lot of people. That’s a given.

* But I could see him having his person that all of his self imposed rules go out the door for

* Just one person, his s/o, that he could spill all of his secrets too, brag about inventions, get input on whatever

* You may not have to hate Tony Stark as much as him, but you can’t like him at all either

* I feel like when he gets in after a long night of planning, and it’s already almost 5:00 A.M., he preps stuff to make for breakfast and then goes to bed

* He’s up anyways

* Why should you have to make him food from scratch?

* Tell me why, on that note, he looks like a sweet breakfast man?

* Quentin looks like he might have a side of sausage, bacon, or eggs, but he’s filling up with some pancakes or French toast

* He has two other meals if he remembers to eat in the the day that he can eat savory and heavy protein

* Mornings are for pancakes, coffee, and sitting in his lap to let him feed you

* His love language is definitely acts of service

* Computer won’t work? He’s not only fixed it, but he’s made it run better than before.

* Running late? He warms up the shower so that you can spend that time getting your outfit laid out.

* Quentin needs you to give him praise

* Any comment you make, he will remember throughout the day to keep him from getting physically violent with his team

* Also, if you leave any sticky notes or just notes in general around for him, he cherishes them like they’re made of gold.

* Quentin keeps a box of momentos in a shoe box underneath his bed that had ticket stubs, Polaroids, those aforementioned notes, etc. etc.

* A particular favorite photo of you two from a date to the carnival that was in town is kept in his Mysterio suit

* Fully uses it and a ring to convince everyone that your his wife

* Although if you two are actually married, he just uses a picture from your wedding day and he doesn’t even have to make the paper look old and worn because he traces your face so much and handles it so much that he doesn’t need to do anything extra

* Anyways…

[floofeh-purpi]

Happy Birthday! (Mootie's b-day special!)

Childe x Gn! Reader

『Birthday Participant! 🫂』

@mc-cos-charm

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A/n: Happy Birthday to you my fuzzie! I hope you have a greatgreatgreat G R E A T day! Also sorry if it isnt up to your tastes, I tried my best 😭🙌

Warnings: Whats that? Oh yeah, none. Except for some spelling errors, you calling the ginger head Ajax! Aka his real name! <3, this being shorter than my lifespan.

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The morning sun painted the room in soft, golden hues as it filtered through the sheer curtains. Ajax stirred, the warmth of the bed and the gentle scent of your shampoo a comforting embrace. His eyes fluttered open, and a lazy smile spread across his face as he found you curled up beside him, your soft snores a gentle melody that filled the quiet room.

Today was your birthday, a day he had been anticipating for weeks. You were his best friend, his confidante, the steady anchor in his often turbulent life. He loved you more than words could express, a depth of affection that surprised even him. He carefully disentangled himself from your embrace, not wanting to disturb your peaceful slumber. As he moved about the room, he hummed a soft, familiar tune, his heart filled with a warmth that was almost tangible.

He prepared a breakfast fit for royalty: a tower of fluffy pancakes, each one golden brown and perfectly cooked, accompanied by crispy bacon and scrambled eggs. He knew your preference for savory flavors and the absence of vegetables, and he had taken meticulous care to ensure the meal was exactly to your liking. A steaming cup of coffee, rich and aromatic, completed the spread. He might've asked for some help after he almost burnt the kitchen down.

When he returned to the bedroom, you were awake, your eyes still sleepy but a smile gracing your lips. "Morning Ajax," you murmured, stretching lazily. Your voice was like velvet, soft and inviting.

"Good morning, [Your Nickname]," Ajax replied, his voice filled with an affection that made your heart skip a beat. "Happy birthday." He handed you a small, exquisitely wrapped package, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. You tore open the paper, revealing a soft, plush blanket in your favorite shade of blue. You squealed with delight, burying your face in its softness. "It's perfect!" you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling.

Ajax chuckled, his heart swelling with pride. "I know you love cozy things," he said, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. After breakfast, you spent the morning lounging around, watching a movie and shared some laughs. You talked about everything, the hours slipping away unnoticed.

In the afternoon, Ajax surprised you with a picnic in a secluded spot in the park, a place he had discovered on one of his many missions as Fatui. He had laid out a soft, checkered blanket, and a basket overflowing with your favorite treats.

There were sandwiches piled high with tender roast beef, a wedge of sharp cheddar cheese, and crusty bread. An apple pie, still warm from the oven, filled the air with a mouthwatering aroma. And of course, there was a bottle of your wine, its deep color promising a rich, satisfying taste.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the park, Ajax took your hand, his touch sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. "I have something to ask you," he said, his voice serious but filled with a tender affection. Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked into his eyes, a storm of emotions swirling within you. You knew what was coming, and anticipation and fear warred within you.

He got down on one knee, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket. The diamond in the ring caught the last rays of sunlight, sparkling like a promise. "You are my best friend, my confidante, and the love of my life," he began, his voice steady. "You bring joy, laughter, and warmth into my world. Will you marry me and let me spend the rest of my life loving and cherishing you?"

Tears of joy streamed down your face as you nodded enthusiastically, your heart overflowing with love and happiness. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!" you exclaimed, your voice barely a whisper. Ajax slipped the ring onto your finger, and you pulled him into a passionate yt gentle kiss, the taste of apple pie and red wine mingling with the sweetness of your love.

As the first stars appeared in the sky, you and Ajax sat together, hand in hand, planning your future. You talked about your dream wedding, the perfect honeymoon destination, and the kind of life you wanted to build together. You laughed and dreamed, your hearts filled with an intoxicating sense of possibility.

As the night deepened, a sense of peace washed over you. You were surrounded by the man you loved, under a canopy of twinkling stars. The world felt perfect in that moment, and you knew that your life was about to embark on a new and wonderful chapter.

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AHHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY MC!!!! :D I HOPE YOU LIKE MY BIRTHDAY GIFT FOY YOU! <33

Gifted: August 5, 2024. 2:03am.

I dont have the intestines and organs to make this longer im sorry 😭😔

[miserymerci]

<- Day 8: Smile Day 10: Care ->

Fluffy February Day 9: Storm - The Gaiwan

Fandom: Lego Monkie Kid

Characters: MK and Sun Wukong (Sunburst duo)

(Mentor-Student, some sick MK, allusions to Wukong’s trauma in Heaven)

No Season 5 spoilers

Summary: Set before S1 E10 (The End is Here!), and then after "Day 7: Some Assembly Required" after the timeskip. MK's hiccups caused earthquakes, his sneezes caused strong gusts of wind, and if he aimed a cough incorrectly into the nook of his elbow, the nearest tree would burn up to a crisp. The turmoil he could see was easy to pinpoint, but the truest tempests manifested deep in the heart and mind. MK wished that he could see into his mentor's storm.

“…and then the cast iron shot through the window, and I think the power circuits must’ve fried because the time on the stove went back a minute– aH –!” Monkey King lifted the small table by its legs and held it up like a shield, “– CHHOOO! Huuhg…”

Monkey King tossed away the newly-split-in-half table.

“That sounds like quite a morning,” he said to his successor, smiling. “From the way you were talking, it sounded like you were shooed off until everything’s fixed.”

MK blinked, considering that.

“No, you’re right. I’m never allowed to help with spring cleaning– I just thought I could’ve helped this once,” he said. He tried to clear his throat casually, but a tiny, traitorous cough rattled the phlegm building in his throat. “But it’ll be fine. I mean, I’ve torn down a wall before. This wasn’t so bad.”

“I’m sure,” said Monkey King.

Monkey King set the broken table aside and took one look at a close-by hoard before his tail freed another table from the pile. The deep red-brown of the wood was hidden by a thick layer of dust (and possibly a small ecosystem of mites). He snapped his tail against the air like a whip, and all of the dust shot off like a shockwave.

“ah–AUG–!” cried MK.

“FACE AWAY FROM THE–!”

MK cupped his nose.

In the next second, Monkey King’s ears popped, went deaf, and then rang back to life.

“I– hugh,” said Monkey King, blinking away the stun. He shook his head. “Wow, okay . You alright, bud?”

MK’s hands slid carefully from his mouth, drawing up to press the heels of his palms into his eyes. He whined pitifully.

Monkey King placed the table down in front of him and settled down onto his knees. “MK?” he tried again.

“I’m not feeling great,” said MK. He rubbed down onto his eyes and then blinked heavily. They squinted, shut, squinted, and then turned to Monkey King again. “What’s that?”

“Tea. It’s supposed to help with all sorts of human pains.”

“How did you get that all so fast?”

Monkey King snorted, but took pity on his protégé, “I got up. I told you I’d be right back.”

Hm. Well, MK didn’t remember that . He winced and rubbed at his temple, but he didn’t accomplish anything more than a worse ache.

MK was more prone to hiccups than anything else. He ate too fast, laughed too hard, and choked on peppers more often than Pigsy would approve (he was always about proper noodle-eating etiquette; not to be confused with fancy Dragon Clan family etiquette). Ultimately, the most dangerous enemy to MK’s immune system was himself. And spring.

“Even cramps?”

Monkey King’s eyes flitted up from the jar of tea leaves, but didn’t do much else.

“Likely, if you want,” he said.

“Oh…”

“Have you eaten?” continued Monkey King, placing a set of cups and a pitcher (that could easily shatter from another one of MK’s sneezes) onto the low table. The leaves in the jar wafted delicate, floral scents over to MK, who decided that the smell was stirring uncomfortable sensations in his head.

“Yeah. Some pancakes,” he said, “but I’m still hungry, I think.”

The truth was that his stomach grumbled at the thought of food. MK wasn’t sure if it was a hungry grumble, a protesting one, or a grumble for the sake of grumbling. (Pancakes were one of MK’s favorite snacks. They were flaky and savory and always had a spicy kick in the ones Pigsy made. The thought made MK’s stomach growl again– maybe he was hungry. But more pancakes didn’t sound very good right now. Maybe something sweet to balance the savory. Like a cake or something– but without any frosting, just the cakey bits– did that sound good?) MK’s stomach rumbled again.

He watched his mentor pour water into the cups, swirl it, and then let it all spill onto the ground. The water lay there uselessly; its every attempt to seep into the mud thwarted by a push and pull that MK couldn’t see. The day was warm.

It had just rained yesterday; heavy, like a true force of nature; so the precipitation had become trapped in the crevices of the cliff. MK had spent most of that day hunched over the serving counter, stalking the clock as far and few customers came in. He had gone straight to bed that night.

So why in the world did he still feel tired?

“Why did you do that?” asked MK.

Monkey King simply raised a brow.

“I mean… with the water. You poured it onto the ground.”

“Err… well, I was just rinsing it out. All water comes back to the ground anyways. I was just speeding up the process,” Monkey King said. He put the leaves into the gaiwan, poured the water into it, and placed the lid on top. “I’m not much of a tea-maker, but I know how to do it. It was one of Master Subodhi’s lessons on the soul.”

“Your first master?” asked MK, perking up.

Monkey King gave him an unimpressed smile and a quirk of his eyebrow.

“Ah– I mean, that’s cool. That’s cool.”

MK turned to look at the gaiwan. It was a pretty, white porcelain rimmed with cyan; some of that bright paint rubbed away by time. Lotus flowers decorated one side of the bowl, but was left blank on the other. Monkey King shifted the lid back, one careful finger pressed into the dip of the lid, and poured the water onto the ground.

“Rinsing again,” he said at MK’s darting pupils, “the leaves this time. That’s how you do it.”

“That’s a lot of rules,” said MK.

“Mmhm,” hummed Monkey King, looking distastefully at the gaiwan as he poured in more water. He fixed the lid and then looked back up at MK. “I’ll go order something. Could you pour the tea into the cups in uhhh… twenty-ish seconds?”

“Uh–”

“Thanks bud.”

And then, with a swish of his cheeky tail, the Monkey King vanished into the house just a few steps from the training grounds (likely for his computer. MK had never seen him with a phone before. Did he have a phone? Like some retro one with the curly wires and the spinny numbers? Or would the legendary Monkey King have a flip phone? Like a Nokia or something. Were Nokias flip phones? MK’s first phone was a flip phone he inherited from Pigsy. Maybe he could dig it up somewhere in his room, and it would be a Nokia. Once, when Mei’s parents had gone through an enterprise phase, they had tried to develop mobile phones. Mei was their beta-tester, and after the phone had overheated on an unbearable summer day and mistaken MK as a burglar, that was the end of that . Maybe lasers weren’t the best self-defense tool on a phone).

…

MK blinked and looked down at the gaiwan.

“…Oh crap!”

MK picked up the lid, watched it slip from his fingers, and went for a mad dive onto the dirt after it, his hip shoving the innocent table as he did.

Everything tumbled to the ground.

‘…CrrsnAP’ went the table leg after it was all over.

“Shut up,” groaned MK.

“Uhh, yeah, you know what? Make it a to-go. Just leave it where it begins to go a little off-road. I’ll know where to find it,” said a voice above MK.

He peeled his face off of his shameful grave and glanced up to where Monkey King was looking down at him, phone snug against his ear.

“You do use a Nokia,” said MK faintly.

Monkey King’s face pinched.

“Yup. Thanks. Bye,” ‘ beep’ .

MK sighed, eyes drifting down as his cheek pressed against the humid ground. Now that he was there, it was beginning to get comfortable. His abdomen, securely pressed onto the warmth of the sun-bathing mud, didn’t even hurt as badly anymore.

After a moment, Monkey King began to move. His footsteps were soft and careful as they went around MK and stopped to assess the damage from the other side. Then, either with his tail or hands, he righted the table (albeit missing a leg), which croaked along. MK finally lifted his head up at the sound of tinkling ceramic.

“Is it broken?”

“Not anymore,” said Monkey King.

The quaint little gaiwan clinked pleasantly against the table as Monkey King set it down. Not a single crack, scratch, or blemish remained– not even the smudging of the paint that hadn’t even been MK’s fault. The cyan paint streaked along the edges like an endless sky; a sky that, in MK’s opinion, felt unnervingly fake.

“I didn’t mean to break it,” said MK. He carefully got up to his knees, the mud coming with him as he went. The comfort MK had before in his defeat had worn off. Now, the mud was only a grimy shell on his skin.

“It’s okay to have an off-day,” said Monkey King, distantly. His somber expression, though something MK had drawn countless times in his sketchbook, looked wrong on the real thing. He sighed and then smiled, “It’s why we’re sitting here having tea.”

MK winced and looked at the puddle of tea being consumed up by the mud. Monkey King quickly knelt down at the table to distract him.

“That’s okay, bud. We’ll just make more, okay? No shortage of tea leaves any time soon.”

So Monkey King, eyeing the gaiwan more than he was looking at MK, eventually succeeded in brewing a cup of tea. MK had the first sip (he learned that it was oolong tea. It was fresh and slightly sweet in the way roses are to the nose, going down MK’s throat like the purest of water) and then he watched his mentor take a sip with not nearly as much vigor.

The cyan of the gaiwan, in the corner of MK’s eye, phased into teal to cerulean to turquoise as the afternoon went on. His headache could have been making him see things, but he dared not to mention it anyways.

On that day, the gaiwan was in one perfect piece; not quite a balance, but some strange mix between duty and acceptance.

MK was by no means the norm.

He wouldn’t call himself a completely law-abiding citizen (he got into fights often (with demons) and sometimes drove airships without a license (not like that mattered, but there was probably a law for that somewhere)), but the complications that came with it wasn’t something MK could explain.

Teas that are brewed differently taste differently, even if they share the same leaves.

The gaiwan was never something Pigsy had taught him how to use. Pigsy never brewed tea often, and defaulted to an open cup when the situation arised. MK drank oolong tea a number of times in his life.

The taste of oolong was clear, but never airy; sweet, but like how cane sugar is to coffee. Sometimes it was fruity. Sometimes it wasn’t.

“You okay, bud?” asked Wukong.

MK blinked and looked up at Wukong, who was loitering around the mouth of the waterfall, favoring one foot over the other, but looking otherwise better than he’s looked in the past few weeks. The water rumbled on and on. It sprayed him and his mentor and left specks of rainbows in its wake.

“Yeah,” said MK, “just trying to figure out how to use this.”

The gaiwan looked as perfect as the day Monkey King fixed it. MK, in his curiosity, had taken the time during Wukong’s recovery to return to the training grounds in search of it; the nostalgic, little place just on the side of Flower Fruit Mountain. The house, half-crumbled from the battle, had taken him all day to sift through. The gaiwan trapped underneath it shone and winked in the setting sun like it had found the whole thing amusing.

Maybe it had been broken, but MK hadn’t been there to see it. Maybe some kind of friendship magic brought it back together. Maybe it was something completely out of their control, unexplainable and unblameable. Whatever the case, MK tucked tea leaves into the bowl now and experimentally put the lid on for it to brew.

Wukong neared, spooked-like but curious, his tail twitching as he eyed what MK was doing. Maybe he had missed a step or used the wrong technique or something, but Wukong didn’t say anything.

MK’s muscles felt worn; like they hadn’t completely woven back together. Now that he wasn’t worried out of his mind about his lack of company after Azure’s defeat, his body was quick to remind him of its current state: completely and utterly sore and unrested (The monkeys of Flower Fruit had been very cross with him. That was how he ended up in a dead sleep for almost half the day).

“You said some time ago that Master Subodhi brewed tea as a lesson for the soul,” said MK.

“It was more complicated than that.”

Wukong unstuck himself from his spot and crossed his arms, looking down at MK’s little setup. It seemed for a moment that he wouldn’t continue, but then he took a breath, and MK easily recognized it as one preparing to carry heavy words.

“It was more about the gaiwan than the tea; and not really about the soul, but about… well, where oneself stands, I guess. I thought it was a boring lesson– I mean, it wasn’t any of the cool stuff that I had wanted to learn at the time– but I remember it was brought up again when I was a stableboy in Heaven. Some fancy shtick, maybe a party, was going on, and they favored the gaiwan for their tea making,” Wukong sucked air between his teeth as he thought over his words, “It was– hm . Well, I was just about done with lessons. I mean, I spent all that time with Master Subodhi and then blam I’m in Heaven and I still feel like I’m in school? Yeah, okay.”

The waterfall casted a cooling mist around its base that MK suddenly found it difficult to breathe in. He swallowed at his mentor’s downcast expression and sent his tail to snap the building mist into the other direction.

Wukong looked up at him. He leaned one way to catch a glimpse of MK’s surprise appendage, but it had already gone away.

“That’s new,” said Wukong, gently, “where’d you learn that?”

MK pursed his lips, poured the tea into his cup, and then said, “Myself. Was an accident, actually. Couldn’t get it to go away and wrecked my room before I figured it out. Um… what did you do?”

“What?”

“In the story? During the party. Did you… do something to the gaiwan?”

Wukong scoffed lightly and shook his head.

“No, nothing like that. It's just… Something about it, like it couldn’t help but exist, I guess? ‘Hold the gaiwan like this, Wukong. Handle the lid with care, Wukong. You haven’t covered it properly, Wukong.’ There was always something that bothered me, thinking about it– but I’ve never broken a gaiwan before.”

“Because you’ve always cared about it?” asked MK.

“…No,” drawled Wukong.

MK stared down at the oolong swirling in his cup. It was a warm, sweet orange: like caramel glazed over flan. He ran one finger on its rim, found that it was chipped somewhere, and raised the cup to his lips.

Wukong sniffled the same time MK’s face pinched painfully.

The oolong was watered-down and acrid in his mouth, attacking his taste buds there and then moving its unpleasant attack down his throat. It was like the tingle of cough medicine– lacking its syrupy texture, but intrusive all the same.

“Did you know I was gonna do that?” gagged MK, shaking his head at the bitter, watery mess stinging his tongue. When his mentor didn’t reply, he tilted to look more closely at him, “Monkey King? Did I do something wrong?”

“ No ,” said Wukong, almost immediately.

MK flinched. His hold on his cup, lax and careful at first, tensed until it was pressed into his chest. He looked up at his mentor and then back down to his failed brew.

Wukong, who had found himself standing over the table defensively, slipped down to his knees.

“Oh– sorry… about that,” he cleared his throat and leaned back onto his hands. “I meant that you didn’t do it properly, so… yes . The first brew is just a rinse, remember? It won’t taste as good. Let’s try again.”

MK nodded, taking the gaiwan and emptying the water into a spare bowl he had dug up from Pigsy’s cupboard. He shook it for good measure (he got a slightly worried look at that) and then plopped off the lid to replace the water.

Wukong was beginning to relax now. He dared to rest his head on his palm, following MK’s movements so intensely that he was beginning to get stage fright. Then, before MK could crumble under the pressure, Wukong said, “Brewing tea is a skill. It doesn’t matter if you don’t get it right. Sometimes, getting it wrong is better.”

With an innocent blink, Mk replied, “Do you really think that?”

The monkeys of Flower Fruit ruffled the leaves of trees around them. If MK listened close enough, he could hear every chirp and coo and squeak between the residents. Monkeys loved to be mischievous– not through any ill-being, but because they were clever enough to recognize things that even he took some time figuring out.

MK was mischievous. MK cared about Wukong.

Carefully, he picked up the gaiwan and pressed his finger improperly onto the dip in the lid as he poured. The lid trembled. Maybe, if it had a mouth, it wouldn’t use it for speaking; maybe, if it did, it would only use it to snarl and sneer and smile with all its teeth. Maybe MK would have bowed down to its authority and taken everything to heart as if it were a world and not just a step on a staircase. MK tripped on air often; not by his own fault, but only to bend to the unpredictability of ground and man.

The tea spilled into Wukong’s cup. The lid, in his recklessness, tumbled behind it. Wukong leaned out to catch it. It bounced, twisted, and spun in his hands, like a little cloud that split despite all efforts. Helpfully, MK sprang up to help him.

MK caught the lid on one side the moment Wukong caught the other.

“Well, would you look at that?” laughed MK, about to say something about his impeccable reflexes– and then the lid cracked and split through the middle.

“Ah…?”

“Ooh...”

“What even…?”

“ Snrk ,” Wukong’s head snapped up in surprise, watching MK break into a fit of laughter, “PHhh– ahahah ! I didn’t even know that could happen ! Pigsy calls me clumsy, but I think this might have been the weirdest one by far. Um… maybe it was already beginning to crack?”

“I…” stammered Wukong. “I… don’t think…?”

MK pulled close his half of the lid. He tossed and turned it in his hand and peeked sheepishly at his mentor.

“I think we might be able to fix it,” he said, puzzling back his piece to Wukong’s, who had left his hand out hovering in what was probably shock. “With tape, maybe? Glue?” he tilted his head with a smile, “magic?”

Wukong’s face suddenly felt warm in embarrassment, as if something was going on that he wasn’t quite aware of, and he had just-so-happened to be the main attraction of the whole thing. He blinked once, then twice, and then brought his hand down to really look at the lid.

It was strange to hold it like this. The ceramic where it had cracked was crumbly as he ran his thumb over it. The open wound did not bleed; there was no crying or great summoning of mountains or curses or golden fillets. Wukong blew lightly and watched a puff of dusty white gaiwan pieces get lost in the waterfall’s light mist.

“No, it’s okay,” said Wukong, putting it down on the table and cradling his full cup with both hands. He looked down at the warm tea and took a tentative sip. Something like honey swished in his mouth, punchy and passionate like the first fruits of the summer season. He swallowed, smacked his lips, and then passed it over to MK to share with a smile. “It’s a little unnecessary anyway.”

[thereceptioniststyles]

Wandering Hands

We walked into Sonny's diner together, our hands intertwined. My heart was racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness, as I couldn't believe that this moment was finally happening. It was like a dream come true, yet at the same time, it felt almost too good to be true.

As we entered the cozy diner, everything suddenly became real and hit me like a jolt. The smell of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee filled the air, tempting my senses. Our tired waitress greeted us with a weak smile before leading us to a small, secluded booth in the corner.

As we settled into our seats, the comforting warmth of the diner enveloped me like a hug. Harry's deep green eyes bore into mine, his concern noticeable. He could sense my nerves and reached across the table to take my hand in his, providing me with a sense of comfort and support.

I took a deep breath and tried to play it cool, but deep down I couldn't shake off the guilt of breaking up with Beck just to be sitting here at this table with Harry. Was I making the right decision?

"I actually dumped my boyfriend," I finally confessed, unable to keep it inside any longer. Harry's eyebrows furrowed in surprise as he listened intently.

"That's tough," he sympathized, shaking his head slightly as his curly hair fell out of place. "But listen, come over to my place. I have a collection of records and we can just chill if you're into that sort of thing."

Part of me just wanted to crawl into bed and forget about everything, but I had broken up with Beck for Harry so I should at least try to enjoy it, right? And who knows, maybe spending time with him would help me forget about my worries.

"Yeah," I reluctantly agreed. "I think that would be nice. Just to get my mind off things for a bit." Harry nodded in understanding, his hand still holding mine.

Our conversation was interrupted by the waitress taking our order. As Harry quickly scanned through the menu, his emerald eyes flickering back and forth between options, I couldn't help but watch him intently. He settled on pancakes with bacon and without even looking, I ordered the same. Nothing sounded more comforting than a stack of warm, fluffy pancakes.

When our food arrived, it was even better than I could have imagined. The pancakes were perfectly golden brown and the bacon was crispy - a perfect combination of sweet and savory. Despite my protests, Harry insisted on paying for both of us before we left the diner in his SUV.

As we drove the short distance to his apartment, we made small talk but my mind couldn't help but wander to what his place would look like. I had always been curious about where he lived and now I was finally going to see it. My heart skipped a beat as we pulled up to a charming brick building with a "Welcome Home" sign hanging above the door.

We walked into the building and took the stairs up to Harry's apartment on the second floor. As he unlocked the door and let me in, I couldn't help but take in every detail of the space. It was filled with an eclectic mix of records and vintage decor, giving it a cozy yet cool vibe.

I couldn't stifle a smile as Harry showed me around, proud of the space he had created for himself. We settled in on his couch to listen to some music, surrounded by shelves stacked with old records from various artists.

As the evening went on, we talked and laughed while listening to some of our favorite songs. The initial nervousness had faded away and being with Harry felt so natural and effortless. I couldn't believe how much fun I was having just chilling at his apartment.

Harry turned to me, his green eyes curious and inquisitive. "You never told me why you broke up with your boyfriend," he said, his voice laced with concern as he walked in from the kitchen with a glass of water. I stood up to meet his eyes.

I hesitated, unsure if I should reveal the truth. But something about Harry's sincerity and genuine interest pushed me to open up. "The truth is, I felt guilty for dating someone else if I was falling for you," I admitted, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

His brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, falling for me?"

I took a deep breath. "I don't know. I-it didn't feel right to continue dating someone else. But it's not serious."

He leaned in closer, his cologne filling my senses and making me feel dizzy. "Do you want it to be serious between us?" he asked, his gaze intense.

I nodded eagerly, unable to find the words to express how much I wanted him.

Silence filled the room as we both stood there, our hearts racing with unspoken desire. The soft crackling of the vinyl record added to the tension in the air.

Harry's hand reached out, gently tracing the curve of my cheek with his fingertips. My eyes fluttered shut at his touch. My body responded with a thrill of excitement. I pressed a kiss to his collarbone, savoring the feeling of his warm skin against my lips.

I looked up and our gazes locked, the tension between us thick and heavy. Harry's body pressed against mine, his lips hovering just millimeters away from mine as he traced a line of fire down my neck with his tongue. My breath hitched as desire pulsed through me, our chemistry igniting into a passionate embrace.

My body ignited with desire, my hands gripping his neck as I passionately devoured his lips, completely consumed by the intoxicating sensation of our mouths locked together.

Our bodies entwined in a frenzy of desire, our heavy breaths mixing with the sound of our lips smacking and tongues tangling. Harry's hands gripped me firmly, exploring every inch of my body with insatiable hunger. His touch ignited a fire within me, making me crave more and more of him.

I responded with a thirst, my fingers digging into his flesh as I pressed myself against his body. Our kisses were a fierce battle of desire, igniting a fiery inferno within us both.

Without pause, Harry sat and hoisted me onto his lap, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as we devoured each other's mouths. Our bodies moved in perfect unison, our hearts pounding wildly in sync with our primal desires.

Harry's hands, rough and calloused, gently grasp the strands of my hair as he leans in closer. The dim light catches the edges of his fingers, casting a glimmer on his skin.

The minutes dragged on like an eternity as Harry's breaths grew ragged and deep. As he finally pulled away, our eyes locked in a heated gaze that sent shivers down my spine. I knew then, without a doubt, that this was only the start of something wild and uncontrollable. My mind raced with conflicting emotions, unsure if it was sheer bliss or impending chaos. But for now, I chose to embrace the unknown and savor every moment of this intense journey.

The night came to a sudden end after our shared kisses, and as we exchanged bittersweet goodbyes, my heart swelled with conflicting emotions. Grateful for the unexpected turn of events, but also filled with a deep sadness at the thought of leaving Harry's side. With every fiber of my being, I wanted to stay in his protective embrace forever. But practicality dictated otherwise - he had work in the morning and I didn't want to be a burden. As I called for an uber, we stood in his kitchen, our bodies tense with unspoken feelings. In a moment of pure vulnerability, Harry pulled me into his arms and planted a tender kiss on my forehead. Little did I know, this one act would mark the beginning of a tumultuous and intoxicating journey ahead.

All Parts

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- Apple Slices with Almond Butter (210 calories): Crunchy apples paired with creamy almond butter—a delicious combo!

- Overnight Oats with Blueberries and Almond Milk (220 calories): Prep ahead for a fuss-free breakfast—creamy oats with sweet blueberries.

- Hard-Boiled Eggs with a Piece of Fruit (200 calories): Protein-packed eggs paired with your favorite fruit—easy and nutritious!

- Smoothie Bowl with Mixed Berries and Granola (240 calories): A colorful and satisfying bowl packed with flavor and texture.

- Whole Grain Toast with Hummus and Cucumber Slices (200 calories): A savory twist on toast—creamy hummus topped with fresh cucumbers.

- Low-Fat Greek Yogurt with Honey and Almonds (210 calories): Creamy yogurt topped with honey and crunchy almonds—a delightful treat!

- Banana Pancakes Made with Oats and Eggs (230 calories): Fluffy pancakes with the goodness of bananas and oats—perfect for a weekend brunch.

- Fresh Fruit Salad with a Dollop of Yogurt (190 calories): A refreshing fruit salad drizzled with creamy yogurt—simple yet satisfying.

- Protein Shake with Almond Milk and Banana (230 calories): A protein-packed shake to fuel your morning—creamy and delicious!

- Rice Cake with Avocado and Tomato Slices (200 calories): Crispy rice cake topped with creamy avocado and juicy tomatoes—yum!

- Low-Fat Cottage Cheese with Sliced Peaches (180 calories): Creamy cottage cheese paired with sweet peaches—a delightful combination.

- Whole Grain Waffles with Fresh Strawberries (240 calories): Fluffy waffles topped with juicy strawberries—a breakfast delight!

- Berry and Spinach Smoothie with Almond Milk (220 calories): A vibrant and nutritious smoothie to start your day on a healthy note.

- Turkey Sausage Links with a Piece of Fruit (230 calories): Flavorful turkey sausage paired with your favorite fruit—easy and satisfying.

- Egg White Omelette with Vegetables (190 calories): Light and fluffy egg whites loaded with colorful veggies—perfect for a healthy start.

- Almond Butter and Banana on Whole Grain Toast (240 calories): Creamy almond butter and sliced bananas on crunchy toast—a delicious combo!

- Quinoa Porridge with Berries and Almonds (210 calories): Creamy quinoa porridge topped with sweet berries and crunchy almonds—a breakfast treat!

- Low-Fat Greek Yogurt Parfait with Granola (240 calories): Creamy yogurt layered with crunchy granola—a parfait made in heaven!

- Sliced Apple with a Handful of Walnuts (200 calories): Crunchy apples paired with creamy walnuts—a simple and satisfying snack.

- Veggie Breakfast Burrito with Salsa (230 calories): A hearty breakfast burrito loaded with veggies and topped with zesty salsa—yum!

- Chia Seed Pudding with Mango and Coconut Milk (230 calories): Creamy chia pudding topped with tropical mango and coconut milk—a taste of paradise!

- Whole Grain Cereal with Almond Milk and Berries (240 calories): Crunchy cereal paired with creamy almond milk and sweet berries—a classic breakfast combo!

Try these breakfast ideas & start your day on a delicious note!