#honey mustard is good in a few things but its not my first pick for my sandwich

[semi-personal]

Now I want mash potato salad with almond milk chai and sushi lol

tag your opinion on:

mashed potatoes chai (aka chai tea) almond milk honey mustard sushi

[unculturedswine-101]

I’m the fox you’ve been waiting for! (Benny O’Donnell x reader)

A/N: So yeah there isn’t rly an audience for this, but I’m having a good time so I’ll keep going (also holy shit, so many typos in the first chapter - in all fairness I was baked and they are fixed). Also making small alterations to the original plot, doesn't change the main story whatsoever.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2:

Standing outside you and the rest of the soon-to-be seniors, began loading the incoming freshman into the back of the trucks. “Wake up bitch, wake. Up. Open” Darla shouts at the freshmen while shoving binkies in their mouths. “Okay, open wide” you sigh doing the same in the back of Shavone’s truck. You soon notice a girl staring, “Hey you! Come here” You call to the brunette, who stares wide-eyed. “You! Who are you?” You ask as she comes forward “Uh, nobody I mean I wasn’t on the truck” she says referring to the trucks of her fellow classmates. “Are you freshman?” I ask “Yeah” she answers “Well are you in or out?” you ask, putting an arm around her shoulders “In” she smiles. All three of you sparked up cigarettes so that you could one, look intimidating to the younger girls and two, take the edge off for the humiliation you were about to bestow.

Darla begins by ordering the girls to lie down in a circle around us, she places her hands on her hips with a nasty scowl on her face - deeming her the ringleader in this afternoon's activities. ''You disgusting little sluts…AIR RAID!'' The girls hastily roll themselves onto their stomachs, dissatisfied she yells once more ''That was pitiful! On your feet, you lazy little bitches!'' Darla drills them a few more times, each with more gruelling insults than the last.Until she sighs, Well, we tried, we gave you a chance..but since you, little PRICK TEASES can't quite follow instructions, we're going to have to try something else…Seniors?'' She nods at you, and the others ''You love us. Smile, you love us.''

As everyone began grabbing the various ''supplies'' for today; eggs, flour, honey, ketchup and mustard, to name a few. You opted for ketchup and honey, giving generous squirts to all the cringing faces on the ground. As cruel as it was, you had to admit, there was something kind of fun about it being a ritual that you were finally on the other end of. In a way, it felt like payback.You see Jodi, pick out the girl you spoke to at the middle school. So you choose another sitting on the ground, and look around at the various cliques of boys around the parking lot.

Halfway through your scan, you spot Benny in the back of his truck, along with Hudson and O'Bannion on the other side of the parking lot. Although you could pretty much any guy, you wanted, there was something about Benny that intrigued you. You both had never really spoken about it, but it the way he would constantly look to see if you were in the stands at his games, or the way you would always look for him at a party…just to know he was there - that you both realized there was this sort of this ''unspoken thing''. But you were tired of the flirty exchanges you would occasionally have and wanted to see how far you could push him into asking you out.

You quickly made a beeline for Pink, Don and Slater. You and Don dated for a bit last year, but broke up before the summer of your junior year. And fortunately for you, you would notice how obviously jealous Benny got whenever you two spoke one on one. You plant yourself in front of the guys. Don lifts his eyebrows on your arrival, as you flashed him a flirty smile ''Propose to Mr.Dawson'' I announce, as the girl gets down on her knees. ''Will you marry me?'' She asks in a tentative voice, Don laughs. ''Anything you want'' Pink interjects ''Anything he wants?''. Pink whispers something into Don's ear making him let out a loas guffaw, I narrow my eyes at the two, trying to decipher the surely stupid joke.

While focusing on trying to make Benny jealous, you don't even notice how well its working. He initially shifted his attention when he heard your giggle fill the air, it was one that made him smile every time he heard it (especially because he was the one that made you laugh the most). When his eyes finally land on the source, his smile soon turns to a grimace when he sees who you're talking to. Practically fuming as he watches you throw your head back in laughter, your curls bouncing with it.

You were going to roll your eyes of Don's douchey response of asking her if she ''spits or swallows''. But, you were determind to get Benny to ask you out before Summer started. So you laughed, even as going as far to touch Don's knee as the girl repeated her earlier statement and Don broke out of the tension between the contact and he jokes ''I would definetly marry you!''

Benny knew he had to do something, but he also knew he would chicken out. As much bravado as he excuded, he was terrified asking you out. It was so easy to just keep flirting with you on the off hand at parties or at school, but he knew he wanted more. ''Cmon you pussy go defend yourself!'' O'Bannion yaps, gesturing to you and the guys with his beer. ''Fuck off O'Bannion'' he sighs, taking a swig of his own beer. ''We'll just have to get you tanked tonight, nothing like a little liquid courage'' Hudson pipes up, clinking his beer against Benny's.

You looked over to Benny, checking to see if your not-so-innocent flirting. You felt butterflies in your stomach to see his eyebrows furrowed, sending Daggers into Don’s eyes. You secretly celebrated this little victory, as you told Don to grow up, and wrapped your arm around the freshman’s shoulders to protect her.

Soon enough, the hazing began wrapping up, as Darla ordered everyone to get back in the trucks to go through the car wash. But your mind was plagued with thoughts of Benny, and racing about what he was going to say to you at Pickford’s party last night.

After the girls had been *mostly* rinsed through, one by one you began dropping off the girls at home. You turned to look at the remaining girls, and noticed the girl from earlier. Suddenly, you felt this rush of wanting to help this girl with her highschool experience. You could instantly recall the fear of facing highschool after the hazing, and a soon-to-be-senior showed you the ropes to make you the person you are today. You hop out of the truck, darting your way to the back to help the girl out. ''Hey you need a hand?'' you smiled up at the girl who nervously nodded as she handed her clogs and books to you and stepped out of the back. ''We should hangout sometime'' you suggest, sisterly putting an arm around her wet shoulders. ''Yeah that would be cool'' she smiled, ''Well there's this really great party going on tonight, its supposed to be really fun....'' you hinted, hoping she would ask to come along.

You noticed the excitement in her eyes, ''..Do you wanna come?'' you offered ''Yeah'' ''Yeah? Alright, we'll pick you up around 8, you think that would be okay?'' ''Yeah that should be fine'' ''Alright see you then!'' You wave heading back to the truck. You giggled to yourself, you were so happy you invited her, and at the same time distract yourself from the nerves of this evening.

[paper-n-ashes]

The Late Shift

Characters: Paul Sevier x Female Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings/Tags: There’s actually none (I hope). I know. I’m surprised too.

Authors Note: This is so dumb. I’m aware. Look, I’ve been dealing with a horrendous writers block and shattered confidence and I made Paul Sevier gifs to ease my pain. It turned into this. I just wanted to try something a little cute and fluffy to get back into the swing of things. So... here it is.

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It was going to be a long night.

Stuck on the Wednesday evening shift for the third time this month, you mindlessly fiddled with the pen in your hand. Twirling it between your fingers, your mind drifted away from the present moment, wondering why your boss seemed to dislike you so much to keep you here past 6pm in the middle of the week. He’d always been adamant this was prime selling time for this boutique suit store, with corporate clients needing to do their shopping outside of normal business hours.

You, however, knew keeping this place open was senseless, barely seeing more than a few unenthusiastic customers in these agonizingly slow stretches. Working on commission also made you all the more bitter about being paid minimum wage to stand behind a counter and doodle sketches of imaginary clients dressed in the outfits you personally tailored. This isn’t where you thought a Bachelor of Arts in Fashion Design would take you, that’s for sure.

“H-hello,” you heard a deep voice quietly greet you, startling you into focus. “Are you busy? I… think I need a little help.”

Eyes flickering up from the notepad, you were sure your pupils blew wide at the sight of the man in front of you. Standing at an imposingly large height, his hair a severely murky shade of black, with honeyed irises shining brightly behind delicate spectacles.

A human personification of tall, dark and handsome. Well, except for the clothes.

The stranger wore the layered combination of a grey tweed jacket and argyle patterned sweater, arranged over a particularly heinous, mustard-coloured button up. While the ensemble made you internally cringe, it gave him an air of intelligence, like the kind that hangs around stuffy, old college professors who have more academic accolades than you have fingers and toes.

“Me?” you coughed out, knowing full well you were the only other person in this tiny little shop. “Uh, yeah. I mean- No, no I’m not busy. What is it you need help with?” Even when you stood, the man towered above you, making you silently begin to calculate the high-numbered measurements you’d need to fit him in something.

“I have an important meeting scheduled for Friday. You know, the type you need to wear a suit to?” Evidently the thought of it made him nervous, as you noticed his cheek twitch slightly, his eyes scanning momentarily at the garments filling the space. “I’m… uh… not so great with clothes.”

Clearly, you chuckled inside your head, holding the word from your tongue. “You want me to pick out something for you?”

He took a defeated breath, his mouth twisting into an awkward yet wonderfully endearing smile. “Would you mind? Only if it’s not too much trouble.”

“No trouble!” you burst, maybe a little too excitedly. “It’s my job!” Bounding out from behind the counter you’d been imprisoned by, you moved directly to the section of classic navy business suits. Slim line. Something to accentuate his well-built frame, rather than hide it away. You had to pause, swivelling back around to the dumbfounded man. “Is price an issue… uh…?”

“Paul,” he answered for you, slowly moving to where you stood. “And… I suppose not. Probably should spend the money on something that will last. If you think it’s a good idea.”

Oh thank god, you mused without showing the relief on your face. He’s not some rich asshole trying to flash his cash. “A good suit can last you five years, if you treat it right.” Your hand reached over to graze one of the deepened blue sleeves of a jacket at your left. “And a classic colour will never go out of style.”

Paul let out an embarrassed chuckle. “I think you’ve already noticed how lacking in style I am…” He glanced to your nametag, murmuring your name with a goofy smirk curling his lips. You’d never seen a grown man, especially not one of this stature, appear so adorable. It was horribly distracting.

“I’m sure you have expertise in other areas,” you stumbled, realizing only when the words came out how offensive they might seem. Yet Paul conceded to your comment, his rumbling laugh making your chest feel tight.

“Debatable,” he shrugged. “I’m just glad I found some qualified personnel to help me in this instance.”

Oh boy. Humble and charming? You were in so much trouble. Surely someone as sweet as this had another waiting for them at home. “I’m sure your partner could help you pick out something nice too.”

“Not an option in my case.”

Shit. Single too. You were truly fucked.

You turned, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat by focusing on finding an outfit that would contain his longer limbs. Plucking out a matching jacket and trouser set, with an ivory, collared button-up, you offered them to Paul, his features having melted into a sweetened look of intrigue. “Go and try these on. There’s a changeroom just behind the counter. See how they feel, and we can go from there.”

He nodded, taking the pieces with both of his large hands and shuffling away to where you’d pointed to. No sooner than the latch had locked were you dashing to where your phone was sitting at the register, flitting out a rushed text message to your favourite co-worker.

There was rustling you heard emanating from the changeroom stall, doing your best to ignore the urge of picturing Paul, a man you’d met only minutes ago, gradually slipping off his clothes to reveal the toned muscles underneath. You grimaced at yourself, shaking your head to banish the imaginations. God this was unprofessional.

Finally, a response lit up on your phone screen.

You laughed softly through your nose, about to type a reply when you heard the lock click open again. The breath in your lungs was stuck as Paul made his way out, the expensive textiles draping over his burly frame in a way that made your whole body tense.

He rustled a hand through his hair, looking up to you while fidgeting with the starchy material stretched over his chest. “Does it look okay?”

After all these years working this job, the enticing novelty of attractive men in well-fitted suits had slowly worn off, especially when most of them treated you with about as much respect as the used gum they spit out onto the sidewalk. Suddenly, all those preconceived notions were gone. On Paul, this ensemble instantly became the most captivating thing in the entire universe.

The inside of your mouth flooded with saliva, having to swallow hard before speaking again. “Great… it looks… great.” You did your best to conceal a settling exhale. “What do you think? How does it feel?”

Paul shifted to look at his reflection in the mirror, pupils trailing up and down, flexing his limbs in an attempt to get a proper impression of the new apparel. “It feels really good. Makes me look… sophisticated.” He turned to you, his expression unsure. “Right?”

Your smile was sparkling, nodding to his question. There was a small amount of work to do, noting how in your effort to make sure everything complemented his physique, you’d oversized him. The waistline of the jacket needed to be taken in, the shoulder lines sitting slightly off, and the trouser length needing to be taken up slightly. “A couple of adjustments and it’ll be perfect.”

“You mean taking it to be tailored?”

“No need.” You pulled out the wheel of berry pins from your pocket, kneeling down on the floor next to Paul’s feet. “All our tailoring is included in the price. Done completely in house.” You began to fold the bottom edge of his pants, pinning it to an adequate length. “I can have it ready for you tomorrow, all ready for your Friday meeting.”

“You do all the tailoring yourself?” Paul asked as you slinked another pin through the fabric.

“Sure do,” you chirped, moving onto the other leg. “3 years at a design school taught me a few things about cutting and sewing.” With the hemlines in place, you straightened in front of him, plucking out a roll of measuring tape from your other pocket. “I just… need to take a few measurements to properly alter the jacket.”

His cheek twitched, the line of his jaw seeming somewhat strained. “Sure. F-fine. Do what you gotta do."

You went with determining his arm length first, feeling out the boney point of his shoulder and striping the lined tape all the way down to his wrist. Then, after taking a deep inhale, you curled your arms around his hips, focusing hard on the little black numbers to ignore the fact Paul’s breath had started to skate over your skin with this close proximity. It was when you were lining up the thickened stripes indicating his chest circumference that you made the mistake of peering up, finding his alluring stare fully concentrated on you.

There was a moment. A spark to waiting kindling. Where impulse could have led you to do a dangerous thing. You’d never been the hasty type, never acted without considerable thought. Usually so shy and composed, never making the first move. Although right now, you could scarcely hold yourself back, desperate to know the sensation of Paul’s lips, how they’d move over yours, what they tasted like.

No. This was so inappropriate.

The compulsion was about to wither away when you felt a hand skim up your waist, the lightened touch shooting a thrill over your skin.

“Excuse me,” a gruff voice called from your side. “How much are these dress socks?”

You immediately stepped back, smacked into reality again. “$12.99. Exactly what it says on the box.”

The older gentlemen scrutinized the packaging, lids narrowed until he finally saw the numbers plastered at the border. “Oh, right. Eh, a little expensive for my taste. Thanks anyway.”

Flustered, you began to coil the measuring tape into its resting spiral, forcefully glaring at the floor. “I’m all done. You can get dressed into your own clothes now.”

In your periphery you saw Paul regarding you with a gentle nod, walking back into the changeroom without another word. Every part of you wanted to sink beneath the wooden floorboards, so horrendously embarrassed you could feel a smoldering heat prickle at your cheeks. Only to relieve some of the nervous energy, you ran to your phone.

Again, Paul was exiting out of the stall just as you were going to submit your reply, placing the neatly arranged garments over the counter. It was difficult to look directly at him, having to summon all remaining shards of your courage to drift your eyes up to his face. “Was there anything else you needed?”

His mouth parted, only to quickly snap shut, scratching at his hairline in the seconds it took for him to give you a response. “No. Nothing else. Unless there’s something more you think I need.”

You shook your head, wishing you could give another answer just to keep him here. “You’re all set.” The full price of his items flashed on the monitor in front of you, spouting it to him as your fingers flicked across the keyboard to finalize the purchase, with a personal discount that wouldn’t show on the receipt.

“When should I come by to pick it up?” he queried, passing you his credit card. “Oh, but there’s no pressure. Whenever you have the time is just fine.”

An idea flared. “If you give me your number, I can text you when it’s ready.”

“That works for me.”

Erasing all evidence of the conversation you’d been having, you brought up the number pad, handing your phone over. Paul swiftly typed in his details before placing it back in your palm. ‘Paul the Suit Guy’ the contact read, unable to stifle your laugh.  

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” His eager expression made your heart quiver through a beat.

“Y-yeah,” you stammered. “I’ll see you then.”

Paul waved his hand in an awkward flourish to signal his goodbye, eventually moving far enough from your vision for you to finally take a full, relaxed breath. In a dazed hurry, you keyed in your returning message to your co-worker.

It was the precise moment your thumb had pressed into the ‘Send�� button that you realised your recipient wasn’t the one you’d intended.

You’d sent this message straight to Paul.

Fuck. Oh fuck. This was bad.

While you were scrambling to formulate a believable excuse, a new message popped up onto the screen.

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[chilling-seavey]

idk if you've already been asked this one, but a blurb of Daniel proposing to Avalon? (i loved the first date one! <3)

Emma. You cured my burnout. I stayed up late to write this because it inspired me so. I thank you with every part of my heart omghgh

A/N To anyone reading this, please let me know if you want to be added or removed to my qtvtp series taglist! :)

February 14, 2019

Avalon honestly forgot it was Valentine’s Day until she walked into the kitchen to find two dozen roses on the island framed in three mustard yellow and navy blue Louis shopping bags and Daniel standing behind the spread with a cocky smirk and a mug of coffee in hand.

He took a sip, raising a casual eyebrow to her, “Morning, honey.”

Avalon scoffed with a tired smile at the over-the-top surprise and shuffled over to him to kiss him good morning. The feeling of his lips on hers had her smiling ever wider and she slid her arms around his middle and rested her cheek against his shoulder.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Daniel whispered, scratching his fingertips gently across her back with the hand that wasn’t holding his cup of coffee.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” Avalon smiled sweetly, leaning up to kiss him again.

They lingered there a moment before Daniel was stepping back, “I’m late for work. I’ll be home in good time tonight, okay? We have reservations for an early dinner at 5 at BOA.”

He kissed her again.

“What about these bags?” Avalon asked.

“Open ‘em. Pick something to wear tonight.” Daniel said with a smile, kissing her again before he was tossing back the rest of his coffee and set the empty mug in the sink.

Avalon shuffled shyly over to the spread on the counter and peeked into one of the large bags as Daniel got his shoes on and his keys from the bowl by the door. She watched him gather his things before he was at her side again, pulling her close by her waist, and left her with a strong kiss to her lips.

“I love you.” he said, barely waiting for her answer as he headed for the door.

“I love you!” Avalon called after him just as the front door closed behind him.

She stood in silence for a moment, still having yet to have even woken up all the way, and sighed. She picked up the heavy bouquet of red roses and gave them a good sniff before taking them with her to find a vase from under the sink. The clothing bags sat waiting on the counter as she trimmed each flower stem and set them neatly in the glass vase, her patience more impressive than her curiosity. She always liked flowers. She could do without expensive clothes.

Even still, in the quiet of the house, Avalon took the bags to the master bedroom and set them on the desk in the corner. She straightened out the white sheets over the king size bed and made it up with the few decorative pillows before staring to open her gift. Two dinner dresses were pulled from one bag and draped over the end of the bed: one white with a black collar and one red with a white bodice. The second bag held a pair of black pumps and a black clutch purse. The smallest bag held two different sets of jewelry – a necklace and earrings – one set in silver and one set in rose gold.

Avalon admired the silver set and tilted the box slightly to watch how the morning sun glittered over the diamonds through the glass doors. She snapped the lid shut and set it down on the bed with the rest of the items. A price tag was left behind on the red dress and the number $5,050.00 stared up at her. She exhaled deeply and flipped the tag over so she didn’t have to look at it.

She hated when people bought her things – especially Daniel – because could never measure up…it made her feel like such a burden. But it was a gift and he loved to buy her things and see her in the clothes he would pick out for her so, after lunch, she got herself into the red dress.

Daniel’s smile when he came home and saw her all dolled up in the pretty things he bought her was enough to make it worth it. She was finishing up her makeup in the ensuite and he came up behind her to lean down and kiss her cheek.

“You look gorgeous, honey.”

Avalon leaned back slightly to look up at him with a soft smile, “Thank you.”

With one more kiss, he left her to finish getting ready and to tidy himself up from work. In enough time to make their reservation – Daniel was hurrying as to not be late for something for once which was a nice change for Avalon – they left the house and drove farther into the city. BOA was the most expensive steakhouse in Los Angeles and was visited by many different celebrities. Since their reservation was so early – the sun had yet to set even – they beat the paparazzi to the doors which was a relief and Daniel passed the keys to the valet and led his girlfriend inside without trouble.

They ate together in the dim romantic lighting of the steakhouse, hands brushing from across the table and as they eventually waited for their dessert, Daniel traced the curves of her hand with his finger. She just stared at him; his fading blonde dye admits the roots of brown, his collarbones that peaked out of the top of his unbuttoned collared shirt below the white tee he had underneath, and the perfect cupid’s bow that made up his lips. He was that most beautiful thing she ever saw.

They shared a dessert and Daniel paid the bill – with a generous tip – and they were out of the restaurant and in the car just as the sun was starting to dip behind the buildings of the city.

Avalon leaned over the centre console to kiss him, “Thank you for dinner.”

“Of course.” Daniel smiled at her as they did up their seat belts. “But I have one more Valentine’s Day surprise.”

“Oh God. Alright.” Avalon chuckled.

“The beach?”

“I’d love that.” she grinned. She always loved the beach. Daniel knew this about her well.

They drove the few minutes away to the shore hand in hand, soft music playing through the radio as the past the bustling city streets and plentiful other couples enjoying the early hours of the evening together. Daniel found a parking spot just a bit away from Santa Monica Pier and turned off the car.

“It’s a surprise so I have to blindfold you.” he said.

“Oo. Okay.” Avalon giggled.

Daniel opened the glove box, chuckling at her little lip bite, and pulled out a silk blindfold. She helped him carefully pull it down over her nicely done hair and set it over her eyes. When he kissed her and she startled, he knew it was doing its job.

He got out of the car and hurried around the other side before opening her door for her and helped her step out on the pavement.

“My heels won’t walk well in sand.” Avalon said hesitantly as she balanced herself on his arm.

“Step out. I brought you flats.” Daniel instructed, bending down to help her change her shoes quickly.

“My prince charming.” Avalon teased.

He only chuckled, keeping steady so she could hold her hands on his shoulders while he slid her feet into the black flats instead. The heels were tossed onto the floor of the Tesla and then the door was closed. She was blind to her surroundings but Daniel silently greeted the little camera crew and photographer who were hired to meet them there for that exact time and he started to lead her out of the parking lot and onto the sand.

“I’m nervous.” Avalon whispered and she clung a bit tighter onto Daniel’s arm with both hands.

“Nothing to be nervous about, Aves.” Daniel replied softly, walking slowly to let the camera crew could tuck a microphone in his back pocket of his black jeans just so the audio could be picked up more easily.

When the set up came into view was when his nerves started to set in a little but he only lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her soft skin. She leaned into him as they walked.

The sun was setting almost to the horizon which cast a beautiful romantic orange glow over the sand and illuminated in perfect shadows the seven large black letters that spelt out Marry Me at the end of a makeshift aisle framed in rose pedals and plentiful candles. A few strangers stood a ways off to watch, some with their phones out to record the scene, but the only sound was the gentle crashing of waves on the shore. Daniel and Avalon fell to a stop at the front of the little aisle.

“Trust me?” he asked against her ear.

She nodded.

“Okay.” he took his arm from her and moved away a few steps so he was standing at the end of the aisle, right in front of the letters. “You can look.”

Avalon hesitated a moment but she reached for her blindfold and carefully pulled it off. Daniel took a deep breath as her eyes adjusted to the light and she processed what she was looking at. Her mouth fell open but also broke into a little smile, hands reaching to cover her grin in surprise.

“Come here, honey.” he called softly, holding out a hand to her.

Avalon walked slowly towards him, taking in the rose petals and twinkling candles and the setting sun over the ocean behind them. It was beautiful. The gentle breeze from the water ruffled her hair and the angle at which she stood had the sun making her cheeks glow rosy and sparkled in her brown eyes. It felt like he was falling for her all over again; that same nervous gleeful uncertainty that filled his heart on their very first date.

“Avalon Rose,” Daniel whispered, sliding his fingers into hers and brought her hands up to kiss tenderly as he stared longingly into her eyes, “my one true love. You have shown me what living is…what commitment is…what love is…and endless other lessons that I thought I already knew before I met you. Truth is, I didn’t know anything before you…my story starts with you and I want it to end with you. You’re my world, my therapist, my cuddle buddy, my tone deaf music connoisseur, my partner in crime, my true love, my forever, and my always.”

Avalon’s bottom lip trembled as she listened to his whispered words of adoration, staring into his light eyes like she had every single day before that. He was home to her.

Daniel dropped one of her hands to reach into his pocket and pulled out a Tiffany’s blue box. He opened it as he got down on one knee, revealing the impressively sized pear shape diamond ring that sparkled in the evening sun.

“You’re it for me, Ava. You’re my entire future, baby. I can’t see life with anyone but you by my side. Will you marry me?”

“Yeah.” Avalon breathed without even a second of hesitation, nodding quickly, “Yeah, of course, Daniel.”

He stood up as she pulled him in for a kiss and he wrapped her arm in his arms and lifted her off the sand as the people nearby applauded. She smiled shyly into his neck as he set her back on her feet and he only beamed with pride as he slid the ring on her finger.

“Beautiful.” Daniel whispered, tucking her hand in his to kiss her fingers and then dipped down to kiss her lips, “You’re beautiful.”

“I love you.” Avalon breathed, pulling him in to keep his lips on hers for a few more lingering kisses.

“I love you.” Daniel replied easily, wrapping her up close again. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

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Family Bonds

"Trade you my turkey sandwich for yours."

William stares at his twin as he slurps his soda noisely, ignoring the annoyed look Cassie is giving him from across the table. He had adopted quite a few mannerisms from the family after he finally felt comfortable expressing himself, and the noisy drinking could have easily been learned from Harley or Peter. Thomas didn't even look bothered. He just lifted the top slice of bread to show the fixings of the sandwich and it was enough explanation for his seemingly weird question.

It was devoid of honey mustard. William despised the stuff, but for some reason Thomas loved it. It was disgusting and he had no problem shoving the sandwich in front of him over to his twin. Once he got his blessedly honey mustard free sandwich from Thomas, he finally set his can of soda down.

"Mom probably wasn't paying attention when he was putting our lunches together." Thomas says.

"I don't blame him. He was frazzled this morning because Valerie and Lucy are sick." Cassie points out and then takes a bite of her salad. "Tony has meetings all day today so he can't help with them."

"How do you even know this? You weren't upstairs at all this morning." William points out.

"Dude, she's Mom's underling. Cassie is starting to just know things." Thomas snorts.

Cassie smiles. "Actually, he texted me and asked me to pick up some medicine for them after school. But I'm flattered you think I'm at that level."

"You are." The twins say in unison.

Cassie just rolled her eyes in response and they ate their lunch with the usual chatter. Classes, teachers, assignments, the newest rumor, and what they planned to do after school. The three of them normally walked home together (or William portaled them if he was up to it), and one of the things they knew they were going to do is go buy some medicine. Cassie also said she wanted to pick up some stuff to bake and decorate cupcakes and when Thomas asked about the occasion, she said it was just because. William didn't mind. He really liked her baking, not just because it always tasted amazing, but she also did a really great job decorating them. She even decorated them without going overboard with the icing which some professionals did.

The amount of icing should not equal the size of the cupcake.

"Maybe we can pick up some strawberries and whipped cream? Val likes to share those with me." William says.

"Sure. Mom said we could pick up whatever snacks we want anyway." Cassie replies.

"I need more pens too." Thomas says around his mouthful of sandwich.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Cassie huffs.

William half expected his twin to open his mouth just to gross Cassie out, but Thomas didn't and instead chewed and swallowed his food. Stephen reprimanded him for it on occasion as well, so it was probably finally starting to sink in. When they finished their lunches and tossed their garbage into the nearest trash can, the bell rang for class and they said their temporary goodbyes before they headed to their classes. William had a class by himself next period, but Thomas and Cassie had their next class together. In the past, when he didn't have classes with Thomas or Cassie, he used to feel alone. Now he didn't care. School actually got a lot better for him and his brother ever since Stephen and Tony took them in.

They used to be bullied for jumping from one foster home to another, for the crappy clothes each home barely managed to put on their backs...and they even went days without food, bathing, or adequate sleep. It was depressing. William and Thomas decided they would prefer to live on the streets than deal with more abuse, and it was barely a week later when Cassie brought Stephen to them. At the time, William barely trusted her, but he trusted her enough for him and his brother to go home with them. Maybe it was some kind of desperate hope that it would be different than before, that they would be shown the care and love they deserved.

When it was, William and Thomas didn't know what to do. Right off the bat they were given a hot meal, a hot shower, warm beds, quality clothing...an endless list of things. William was personally afraid that it was too good to be true, but as time went on, nothing changed. Well nothing except him and Thomas being moved up to the penthouse once Tony was done building their rooms. The penthouse was huge and probably had room for five more bedrooms, but it was nice to be close to their new parents and siblings. The twins, of course, still went downstairs to visit Wanda and Vision for movies or lunches, but being upstairs made them happy. At least William. He enjoyed the feeling of family he got from the two men and the other kids. He even felt part of it. He was part of it.

Now he was happily in a relationship with Harley, and he also enjoyed spending time with Valerie. He was one of the few she would spend time with if Stephen wasn't available and it made him feel special. He also liked that she was so easy to please. If he needed to keep an eye on her, he could put on her favorite movie and she would lay with him until she ultimately fell asleep, or she would color while he did his homework. Just like Diana followed Cassie around a lot, William had his own little duckling following him.

When the school day was finally over, he went to his locker to put away the books he didn't need and Thomas and Cassie met him just as he was closing it.

"Ready to go?" Cassie asks.

"Yeah. Maybe I'll help with Val today." William says.

"Mom will probably appreciate it. Apparently Tony has work he needs to do and can't put it off any longer." She says as they walk out of the building.

They walk as quickly as they can to the nearest store, and William has to keep himself from laughing when he notices how antsy Thomas seems to be. He was constantly found bouncing his knee while sitting or looking ready to bolt when standing that one would think Stephen and Tony didn't regularly try to give him a place to run as much as he wanted. Which wasn't the case. Their mother always opened a portal to the lake house for Thomas when he looked ready to vibrate out of his skin or whenever he asked. William was a little luckier that he could practice his magic as long as he was careful.

Cassie was quick to find the medicine Stephen wanted for the little girls, and then the three teens gathered the snacks they wanted before heading to the front to buy everything. Usually they would be picking up Diana by now but she had a half day so someone else picked her up. All they had to do was walk home. William teleported them this time because they had cold items that he wanted to stay cold when he made his and Valerie's usual snack.

"Hey Mom!" Thomas grabs the box of cheez-its that Stephen was already holding out for him when they arrived. "Thanks!" He says before running into his room.

"Here's the medicine." Cassie says as she digs it out of the grocery bag and hands it to Stephen.

"Oh, good. Thank you. It's time for their next dose." Stephen sighs as he digs out a small medicine cup and also a medicine dropper. "I knew I had just enough until you kids got home. Would you mind taking Diana downstairs with you for tonight?"

"Sure!"

William pulls out the strawberries and whipped cream and joins Stephen at the counter to cut the fruit. He could hear Cassie telling Diana to get her homework, toothbrush, and pajamas together and saw Lucy sleeping in the playpen in the living room. Considering that Stephen looked a little tired when they got home, one or both of the girls had been fussing all day because they weren't feeling well, but William was intent on helping him out now.

"Is Val asleep?" William asks Stephen.

"Maybe. She's in bed watching The Little Mermaid if she's not." He replies as he gently places the cup filled with pink gloop in front of the teen. "Don't let her have too much whipped cream and make sure she finishes this please."

"Okay."

William scoops the strawberry pieces into a bowl and some whipped cream into a smaller bowl before gathering them together and grabbing the medicine and juice box that Stephen also set in front of him. He also grabbed a breakfast bed tray on his way out of the kitchen so Valerie would be able to access the snacks easier and not spill. William had put his backpack down on one of the stools at the counter so it was out of the way, but if he didn't grab it soon, he was pretty sure he would find it in his bedroom. Stephen knew he was good about taking it straight to his bedroom, but considering the circumstances, he would send it to William's bedroom through a small gateway. So he left it on the stool in favor of getting up to Valerie.

She was sharing Diana's room now that Stephen and Tony had moved the toddler out of their room, but she was still prone to getting up in the middle of the night and climbing into bed next to Stephen. Once she was past that stage, she would be moved permanently into her own room. It was already ready for her, and she used it to play in and sometimes for naps, but Diana's room was closer to the master bedroom. Valerie's was closer to William's, and he fully expected to find her in his bed when she was in her room.

Diana and Cassie pass by William as he walks into the bedroom, and he closes the door once they leave and turns to look at Valerie in her bed. She was awake and blearily watching her favorite movie as William placed everything on the nightstand so he can set up the tray. When she notices his presence, she immediately makes room for him and he lays on the bed next to her, smiling when she snuggles into his side.

"Hey angel. Brought you a snack." He says softly.

"Berries?" Valerie whispers.

"You know it. You gotta take some medicine first though okay?"

"Yucky." She makes a face when William grabs it from the nightstand but takes it and drinks it anyway.

"You can wash it down with juice and strawberries." William laughs and grabs the juice box and opens it while the little girl sits up. "Here you go."

"Thank you Liam." She says quietly and sips her juice.

"You're welcome."

He then grabbed the two bowls and put them on the tray that he had set up over her legs and she puts her juice box on it to eat some of the fruit. William didn't even have to cut her off from the whipped cream. Valerie didn't seem very interested in eating much of it, and he was able to make up for it since she didn't double dip. He made sure to teach her not to do that when she started sharing snacks with him.

"Can you stay?" Valerie asks softly after a few minutes.

"Like sleep in here?"

"Uh-huh."

The teen looks over at Diana's bed and then back at Valerie. "Sure. Dia is gonna stay with Cassie tonight so I can sleep in her bed."

The smile his answer brought to his little sister's face was worth it. He was almost one hundred percent certain she would crawl into bed with him eventually but he wasn't worried about getting sick. If he did, it wouldn't be a big deal. Stephen would undoubtedly stay home again and make sure William was taken care of despite the fact that he was older than the girls and capable of taking care of himself, but the teen was happy knowing he had someone to go to for something as simple as not feeling well. He didn't really have that luxury when he was in the other homes. The foster parents would basically tell him to suck it up and go to school anyway. He learned to suffer in silence after a few times of that happening.

He and Thomas even did their silent suffering after being taken in by Stephen and Tony, but the silence didn't last long. Stephen very quickly found out (as Harley and Peter warned it would happen) and he gently scolded them for not going to him. The sorcerer dropped everything to take care of them and it was the best thing the twins ever experienced. Stephen brought them soup, medicine, and made sure they were warm and comfortable enough. William hardly noticed he was sick.

Stephen came into the room about an hour later, and halfway through Cinderella, to find Valerie cocooned in her blankets against William and sleeping soundly. The teen had since set the tray aside to get more comfortable and he pointed to the empty medicine cup before the sorcerer could even ask.

"She took it all."

Stephen smiles softly. "Thank you. Tony is finally done with work so he's taking care of Lucy now. Did you want to get up?"

"No. I'm okay for now. I told her I would sleep in here with her tonight anyway." William replies quietly so not to disturb the toddler.

"I'm sure that will keep her from being scared. Any requests for dinner?" Stephen asks.

"Food."

The sorcerer looks at him flatly. "You're no longer allowed to date Harley. He's clearly rubbing off on you."

William smiles. He knew Stephen wasn't actually serious, and the smile his mother gave him before leaving the room was confirmation. He ended up having to eat dinner in the room with Valerie when Harley brought it up for them later that night, and he did his homework on Diana's bed while Valerie watched another movie before going to bed for the night. Fortunately he didn't have much homework and was able to go to bed at a decent time, and he double checked to make sure his sister was asleep and okay before he went to sleep.

As he predicted, he woke up with Valerie in bed next to him, curled against his side, and the plus side?

Her fever had broken.

[thatwitchyaunt]

Makeup for Magick/Ritual p3: Beltane

We made it to Beltane, you guys! We did it! Is this actually going to go up in time without my computer freaking out? Only time will tell. And no, I didn't get a better phone.

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I stole my sisters. ANYWAY!!!

It's the last of the three fertility sabbats (along with Imbolc and Ostara). And that's fertility in all its forms, by the way, not just the baby-making kind. You need fertile soil to for just about any kind of plant to grow, after all. The main colors that I, personally, associate with Beltane are bright/summery reds, lush greens, and… white. All colors of fertility, growth, passion, shmex… as you do. However! The entire rainbow spectrum is fair game. Think of all the colorful flowers, plants, and trees and stuff. For instance, just looking out my widow from where I'm typing this, you got the green of the new leaves on the tree, the reddish-orange color of the little helicopter seed fellas hanging from it, and little yellow, almost white, flowers on the bush in the neighbor's yard.

Any of the more nude palettes from Ostara are still in play. And DAMMIT! The picture's cut off at the edges. Because of course it is, why wouldn't it be? *groan* Whatever, let's get into Colourpop.

Top: Strawberry Shake, Main Squeeze, Orange You Glad?, Uh Huh Honey

Middle: Just My Luck, Blue Moon, It's My Pleasure, Oh La La

Bottom: Yes, Please!

If the red/green thing is what you wanna go for, grab the Just My Luck palette and either Strawberry Shake or Main Squeeze and you're good. And of course, as the rainbow spectrum goes, there it is. Hell, if you have the Fade into Hue palette, just grab that. I don't have it because, though the eyeshadow formula is decent for the price, there are pressed glitters in the palette. And unlike the BH eyeshadow formula, I don't think the CP formula is good enough to make up for the handful of arts-and-crafts-herpes shades you have to deal with in this palette.

Yes, Please! is here because Beltane is also a fire festival and this a cute and cheap fiery palette.

On to Give Me Glow!

Top: Summer Vibes, Extra Spicy

Bottom: Vintage Rose,Vivid Rose

Where there is the CP Yes, Please! Palette, there is the Give Me Glow Extra Spicy palette. Unfortunately, she's no longer available, but it's a great pick for this fire festival if you have it.

Kindly excuse the busted pans in my Summer Vibes palette, but a good chunk of these shades could work for Beltane. You can take it fiery or flowery, depending on what you're going for.

And if you want to look like a stereotypical flower fairy (and I mean that in the best possible way), the sister Rose palettes are the palettes to grab.

Now let's get the single-palettes out of the way.

Tarte's Tartelette Toasted palette is another one of those fire festival palettes, except more of a warm toned nude version of one as opposed to the bright fiery colors of Yes, Please! and Extra Spicy.

The Too Faced Life's a Festival palette is just full of great brights and those fun duochromes. Definitely the time to pull it out if you have it.

And then there's the ABH Modern Renaissance palette. This palette will give you serious vintage flower fairy vibes, and was the first time I got said vibe while using a palette. Okay,technically that was when I used the Makeup Revolution dupe palette, but that formula was utter trash.

And as for the ABH sub-brand, Norvina…

We got two. The Pro Pigment Palette Vol. 3, and the Pro Pigment Mini Palette Vol. 3.

The Mini's cherry reds, green and pinks and beautiful, and that white has a cherry red duochrome to it. Ignore the pressed glitter in the middle of the top row, the shades are pretty enough not to.

The larger Vol. 3 has some nice bright greens, reds, etc. that makes it great for the lushness of Beltane, even though it's meant to be a fall palette. Which it's also great for, but we'll get to that in a future post.

Now for BH Cosmetics!

Top: Trendy in Tokyo, Chillin' in Chicago

Bottom: Mimosa

Trendy in Tokyo is the typical rainbow palette, except the shimmers are more satin than metallic, so not my favorite of their Travel palettes.

Chillin' in Chicago would make a pretty good fire festival palette, and lays in between Tartelette Toasted and Extra Spicy/Yes, Please!. It's not as nude as Toasted but not as bright as the two others.

Mimosa's pinks with orange and yellow pops could give you a bright, flowery look.

And now the last of the palettes, Juvia's Place!

Left Column (Top to Bottom): The Masquerade Mini, The Magic Mini

Middle Column (Top to Bottom): The Zulu, The Festival,The Sweet Pinks

Right Column (Top to Bottom): The Warrior III, The Chocolates, The Violets

The Masquerade Mini's top two colorful rows are what you're reaching for if you want to do a fully colorful Beltane look, but can be paired with the bottom nudes if all you want (or can do because work or whatever) is a little pop of color. For The Magic Mini, you're looking at the top two rows, which are the warmer rows, and the purple duochrome (Faso) and the green (Buzo) in the bottom, cooler toned rows.

Both The Zulu and The Warrior III are beautiful colorful palettes. In Warrior III, I'd stick with the top six mattes. That green and red are beautiful, and that pink is almost neon in real life. The entire Zulu palette is good for brighter plant/flower looks. And that pink/gold duochrome in the bottom left corner? So beautiful.

In The Festival palette, I'd say all the shades except the metallic black, the deeper metallic teal, and the matte mustard gold. The red, pink and oranges are so beautiful and rich, guys! And that metallic white and gold? *chef kiss* But, guess what palette is getting pulled out for Samhain. X3!

The Chocolates, Violets and Sweet Pinks are basically companion palettes. The Chocolates have some "rich, fertile soil" vibes if you want to bring that into the look, while The Violets are fairly floral and The Sweet Pinks are more bright pops with a more floral matte and shimmer shade (top right, bottom left). The two pinky floral shades could actually be cute with the Violets, now that I think about it.

And finally, the singles! A few days ago, my first Terra Moons singles order arrived, but since I haven't really got to play with them much they won't be included in this one. Though they, as well as my first order of singles from Looxi beauty, will probably start showing up in my next post. Okay, Shroud singles first!

Top: Enigma, Azura, Vigor, Ignite, Vigil

Bottom: Oracle, Pillow Talk, Scrumptious, Magnetism, Soulstone

Pillow Talk, Scrumptious and Magnetism aren't pressed glitters, but definitely act and remove like they are. So, if you pick these up when Shroud reopens, keep that in mind.

Enigma (purple with a blue shift)

Azura (teal blue with a green shift)

Vigor (bright lemon-lime soda green)

Ignite (fiery copper)

Vigil (yellow-gold)

Oracle (champagne gold)

Pillow Talk (deep purple with a gold shift)

Scrumptious (coral red with a gold shift)

Magnetism (aqua green with a gold shift)

Soulstone (magenta)

And finishing off, Give Me Glow singles!

Column 1

My Sunshine (pale sunny yellow metallic)

Lucky Charm (light yellow metallic)

Lemon Lime (electric green with shifts of banana yellow)

Limeade (lime green)

Column 2

Peach Glaze (pale icy peach)

You're Cheesy (Mac n Cheese orange)

Havana (deep coral metallic)

Low Battery (neutral-toned, medium-dark red)

Column 3

Pink Frosting (icy bubble gum pink)

Heartbreaker (electric hot pink)

West Coast (deep vivid coral)

Floral Coral (peachy-pink coral)

Column 4

Strawberry Lollipop (reddish pink)

Pink Lemonade (pink base with electric gold a baby blue shifts)

Icicle (icy white)

Marshmallow (pure white)

Column 5

Pretty Little Lilac (icy lavender)

Electric Purple (neon pastel purple)

Bubbles (true icy blue)

Sky High (bright sky blue)

Column 6

Toxic (deep neon purple)

Purple Hills (a pure deep electric purple)

Under the Sea (deep sea blue)

Starboy (deep cobalt blue)

And we've reached the end of the Beltane post! Fun fact, the Beltane crossquarter day is on May 4th so, still relevant right? Yes? No? Maybe so? The fact that I was able to get this done by Beltane is a miracle in and of itself. Use these as color story inspiration for your own looks, maybe repost with palettes/singles you've found in your own stash, and I'll see you in the next one!

[corvusconductor]

A mini Haikyuu!! Halloween fic!!!

I’m not sure why I chose to write this. But it’s spooky season, and as the weather chills (where I am it chilled a LOT) and we start to see changing leaves, I figure why not?? Grab a seasonal beverage of your choosing, put on a big fluffy sweater and get cozy!!

“ASAHIIIII” Nishinoya yelled from the kitchen. It was the best night of the year in Noya’s opinion, Halloween! He and his boyfriend, Asahi, were going with a few of their other friends to a near by haunted house and then to Kuroo’s for a Halloween bash. It had been Asahi’s idea for them to do a couple’s costume, seeing as they were one and plus, the others were going in couples costumes so why not? Now, it was an hour till they were meant to meet their friends and Asahi was having second thoughts on his costume. “Honey, come on! I’m sure you look very manly.”

“Easy for you to say, you aren’t the one walking around with no shirt on.” Asahi sighed and stepped out of the bedroom. 

“Finally! Let s-” Noya managed to get that much out before seeing his boyfriend. He made a very handsome and very manly Eijiro Kirishima. His face was bright red and he wouldn’t look in Noya’s direction. The shorter male’s eyes widened.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Noya couldn’t think. He was gay panicking. “I knew it! It’s terrible. Lets see if Walmart has-” Asahi was cut off by Noya climbing on the counter to reach his lips. They kissed and Asahi finally looked at Noya, who was dressed as Bakugou. With the height and spikey blonde wig, Asahi couldn’t help but compare his itty-bitty boyfriend with a pomeranian. He laughed and picked up his keys. 

“Let’s get going, shall we?”

In another house, a different pair of boyfriend’s were nearly done getting ready. Tsukishima gave a little twirl in the mirror and watched his poodle skirt swish. He had on a “Pink Ladies” jacket (despite knowing Sandy never actually wore one) and a bit of make up. He leaned over to fix a smudge in his lipstick when Yamaguchi entered the room.

Yamaguchi was dressed in a leather jacket and had his hair slicked back. He blushed scratched his back. 

“You don’t think I look too foolish?” Tsukki turned and beheld his boyfriend. The 50s suited them both and his face darkened. He put a hand on the shorter male’s shoulder.

“You look wonderful.”

“So do you, Sandy” Yamaguchi laughed and spun his blonde boyfriend around, dipping him. They laughed and kissed and laughed a little more.

Flinging across town to a small apartment, yet another couple was getting ready for Halloween. Suga was spraying temporary red dye on his head while across the bedroom Daichi was purposefully smudging his eyeshadow and lipstick. They had chosen to go as Poison Ivy and Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn. 

“Hey babe, you mind drawing some stuff on my legs?? I can do the upside-down ones but its harder to do some of the ones on the back by myself.”

“Of course, darling!” He took the sharpie Daichi handed to him and crouched over. He scribbled a heart and the word ‘pud’ on on leg, then a bow and arrow and ‘ding’ on the other. He stood and smiled at his handy work, patting his boyfriend on the butt. Daichi jumped and Suga hit the radio rebel Debby Ryan. The brunette kissed his newly red haired boyfriend on the forehead and smiled. 

“Nice work, Suga. But we should head out. We gotta get to the haunted house!”

Two floors down and to the right from Suga and Daichi, a tangerine was waiting for his boyfriend to get ready. He was already in his ketchup outfit and was just waiting for an oversized bottle of mustard to join him in the living room. Hinata was practically bouncing off the walls and Kageyama could hear his impatient boyfriend from across the tiny apartment. He sighed and stepped out, feeling really silly. Hinata stopped his bouncing and jumped toward the taller boy in the yellow outfit. 

“Kags, you look so good!”

“You’re sure I don’t look silly?” Hinata gasped at the thought. HIS boyfriend? Silly? Never.

“Absolutely not! When are you ever silly looking?” Kageyama smiled and hooked his arm through Hinata’s, grabbed his keys and headed out the door into the chilly autumn evening.

Noya and Asahi arrived first, quickly followed by Suga and Daichi then Yamaguchi and Tsukki. They complimented each others outfits and purchased tickets, getting into line just as Hinata and Kageyama arrived. They waited in line together outside and realized they could only go in with groups of four. They split into 2 groups of four, Tsukki, Yamaguchi, Suga and Daichi in one group and Noya, Asahi, Kageyama and Hinata in the other. Asahi looked around as they stepped inside, grabbing Noya’s hand as a loud noise came from ahead. Mini- Bakugou laughed and rolled his eyes, leading the group. Kageyama threw an arm around Hinata, making sure no scary thing could hurt his boy. But then they came to the first jumpscare. A girl in a clown mask popped up from behind a wall and slashed a chainsaw with the chain removed in the arm. Asahi screamed like a little girl, picking up Noya in a giant bear hug. Kageyama, who was meant to be keeping Hinata safe squealed and hid behind his unaffected boyfriend. Hinata seemed to be the only one not frightened. 

Suga wrapped an arm around Daichi’s waist and Daichi slung one over Suga’s shoulder. Tsukki hid slightly behind Yamaguchi who had no problem protecting his boyfriend. They made it through the first few scares okay, but then it got to a swamp themed one. There was a fog machine going somewhere in the room and they had to walk across something that looked like a wooden bridge. A voice boomed from under the bridge.

“You! In the poodle skirt! Come on across the bridge first!” Tsukki shook his head. “Come on! Don’t be too scared. Ladies first.”

“I’m a guy.”

“Oh. Well, just cross the bridge.” Yamaguchi smiled sympathetically and pushed his boyfriend forward slightly. Tsukki’s eyebrows knitted together but he took a few tentative steps forward. A man in a ghillie suit resembling a swamp monster ran over the bridge straight at Tsukki then jumped the 3 feet off the bridge. Tsukki jumped backward into Yamaguchi’s arms and the group continued forward, Yamaguchi carrying Tsukishima bridal style across the bridge. 

Then after that room, there was coffin that read ‘Here Lies Jason Voorhees.’ Jason was not in the coffin. Daichi and Suga took the lead, still holding onto each other. Jason popped out from behind a wall like the clown had early and chased after our Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy duo. He backed them into a corner and got quite close to Daichi’s face and Suga hid behind Daichi’s back, screaming LOUDLY. JV walked away laughing manically. Suga stopped screaming and coughed, puffing out his chest to hopefully make the group forget he acted like a scared little girl.

In the end, everyone made it out of the haunted house alive. Asahi was shakey and looked like he was about to cry but Noya pulled him down and kissed him all over the face which seemed to help quite a bit. They all hopped into their individual cars and sped off towards Kuroo’s party.

That’s where I am going to end this fic!! I hope you enjoyed. Part two will be coming tomorrow because this part took like 2 hours because I procrastinated so hard and now it’s my bedtime that my mom still has for me<3

[fantasticescapism]

Brothers in Everything but Blood - Chapter 1: Meeting Peter Parker

Summary:  Harley knew Peter Parker but they weren’t close, not yet at least. More like long-distance classmates? Fellow interns? Something like that. In an alternate universe, it may have been different. Maybe they could’ve been best friends, brothers even, but now that they’re only link was gone, Harley’s sure - as with most things in his life - this one’s gonna end as well.

Part 4 of the Never Truly Gone series

Also available at AO3.

Harley’s first impression of Peter Parker was of a perfect student, then again, he first heard of the guy from Tony Stark. It was in one of Tony’s frequent calls, around a month since Peter became Tony’s official intern.

“He’s really good. Awesome in robotics and mechanical engineering but definitely a genius in chemical engineering.” Tony sounded happy and excited. “I think you’ll like him.”

“If you say so, old man.” Harley was a bit distracted as he drew up a few schematics for one of the SI projects Tony assigned to him.

“Hey, I’m not old!” Harley snorted at Tony’s mock indignation.

“You saying that proved my point, old man.” He grinned as he made sure to emphasize the word ‘old’. “Next thing I know, Pew-pew Man’s got a cane.” Tony scoffed.

“Okay first, the suit in itself is a high-tech prosthesis. No cane needed.” Harley smirked as he pictured Tony’s narrowed eyes. “And second, stop calling it that.”

“What? Pew-pew Man?”

“Yeah, that.”

“The kids here like it, just like Iron Patriot.”

“Oh lordy!” Harley cackled at Tony. His mentor didn’t need to know that Harley introduced the nickname to the local kids and it stuck. “You’re a menace, Harley! I should’ve run the other way when I had the chance.”

“Oh please, you won’t get rid of me. We’re connected.” Tony chuckled at that.

“I guess you’re right.” Harley could hear the smile from Tony’s voice. “Okay, so when should I expect the schematics?”

“It should be done by tomorrow morning.”

“Kid, take your time. Don’t lose sleep for that. I don’t want to get another phone call from your mom complaining about your lack of sleep.”

“That was one time! And that’s rich coming from you!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I expect those two days from now. Not earlier, Keener.”

“Fine.”

“Then we’ll set a date for you to come to the compound so you could meet Peter.”

“Okay.” Harley’s a bit apprehensive and it seemed Tony sensed it.

“He’s a good kid, Harley. I know you’ll be good friends.”

“If you say so.” And that was that. Harley didn’t think more on that impending meeting. He thought Peter’s just some guy Tony found in some high school field trip in SI or something; just someone Tony knew and will be out of his hair after.

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Boy, was he wrong. Peter’s like an… an… an overeager puppy. The abundance of positive friendly energy from him was overwhelming! He’s just so… genuine.

Tony, with a wide grin, introduced them to each other in his workshop; his arm around Peter’s shoulders as if to rein in the guy’s excitement.

“Harley, this is Peter. Peter, Harley.”

“Hi, I’m-I’m Peter.” Peter held out his hand for a handshake. “Mr. Stark’s been telling me a lot about you.”

“Really?” He looked at Tony with disbelief. Tony just smirked at him.

“Y-yeah. Like the time you helped him with Mark 42’s repairs-” Peter stepped closer and Harley knew Tony had been hyping him up to the guy.

“After I broke off one of its fingers-”

“Then designed the retroreflective panels for the quinjet-”

“For stealth mode-” Harley looked at Tony as if to ask where he found Peter but all he got was a fond smile as the man enjoyed the scene in front of him.

“The machines you designed and built for SI, they’re so cool!” Peter finished with a grin.

“Dude, I’m just a mechanic.” He patted Peter on his arm. “I just build stuff.”

“Awesome stuff!” Peter was genuinely at awe that it flattered Harley but, in true Harley style, he simply smirked and shrugged. He kinda felt bad that he knew next to nothing about Peter. He should’ve asked Tony more.

“Okay boys, gotta go for a bit. Pep’s been hounding me to go to this meeting for days.” Tony looked at them both with a stern glare and pointed. “Do not blow up the workshop. No dangerous machines or chemicals. No hacking of any government servers, I’m looking at you Harley.”

“In my defense, I was left unsupervised.” Harley said as Peter looked at him with disbelief. “Besides, it’s your fault,” he smirked, “you’re the one who taught me how.” Peter’s wide eyes turned to Tony.

“Shut up! FRIDAY’s in charge. Got that baby girl?”

“Got it, boss.” FRIDAY’s amusement was evident in her voice.

“Okay, see you boys in two to three hours or so. Then, it’s movie marathon tonight.” Tony waved back as he walked towards the elevator.

“See you, Mr. Stark!”

“Yeah, yeah, just get out of here, Tony.” Tony raised his hand in a peace sign before he disappeared from view.

“Hey, you must be hungry.” Peter walked towards the pantry. “We should have enough for a sandwich here.”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks.” Harley started to follow but a sudden idea struck him like lightning that it stopped him in his tracks. Peter sent him a questioning look. “Peter, what if...”

---

Harley found that the best way to get to know a person was via working on a project. He got to know who the slackers, the opportunists, the cocky shits and the know-it-alls were in only a few hours of work. It didn’t take long for Peter to open up though. Apparently, Tony found him through the September Foundation grant application. Harley thought that was odd. The foundation doesn’t offer grants to high schoolers and Harley’s familiar with every program Tony and Pepper started. He shelved that info for later.

He’s delighted to find out that Peter’s a very fast learner. Not only that, Harley could really see that Peter’s eager to learn. He understood why Tony likes the guy. Even he liked the way Peter understood the concepts without overly explaining them. He wouldn’t admit it but working with Peter was kinda reminiscent of the times Harley taught his little sister some stuff, mostly for pranks. Damn, this guy triggered his big brother emotions.

“You okay there, Peter?”

“Yeah, almost done… There.” Peter wiped his brow with his sleeve, socket wrench in his hand. “That should do it.”

“Let me see.” As he expected, the work was perfect. “Awesome, let’s test this baby!”

“Umm…” Peter nervously picked on the socket wrench in his hand. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“Yeah.” Harley frowned a little. Was there something wrong with their work? “Why?”

“It’s just that- Won’t Mr. Stark get mad?” Oh. Harley chuckled.

“Nah! Don’t worry, I got you. Besides, this isn’t dangerous, right FRIDAY?”

“Yup. Potentially messy but definitely not dangerous.” FRIDAY answered.

“See?” Harley grinned. “You do have quick reflexes, right?” Peter nodded. “There you go. It’s gonna be fine. Alright, FRIDAY log ASM Mark 1.0 test 1.”

“Sure, Harley.”

---

It worked beautifully! Well, granted they had to make some adjustments here and there; also there were some unfortunate mishaps but it was awesome. Harley smiled as he bit his tuna fish sandwich. He’s sure Tony would-

“What in the-” Tony walked in the workshop, bewilderment plainly seen on his face. “Why is- is that a plate stuck on my wall?!” There was indeed a plate on a hole in the wall. The plate remained remarkably intact.

“H-hey, Mr. Stark.” Peter was beside Harley as he nervously waved at Tony, grilled cheese sandwich in his hand. “Sorry about the mess.” Tony visibly sighed and closed his eyes. A giggle was heard by the elevator and sure enough, Pepper was there.

“Tony, what do you expect? You introduced two genius kids to one another.” Pepper walked closer and carefully walked over spots of mustard, mayonnaise and slices of pickles on the floor. “Hi, kids.”

“Hey, Pepper!”

“Hi. Ms. Potts!”

“Okay honey, you got me there.” Tony must’ve finished with his round of cleansing breath. He was calmer when he turned to them. “Boys, what’s this?”

“It’s an automatic sandwich maker or ASM Mark 1.3.” Harley stood proud as he presented their joint creation.

“Three?!” Tony exclaimed.

“Yeah, umm.” Peter walked closer to the machine. “In the first version, the machine blew up-”

“Blew-blew up?” Tony looked like he’s gonna blow up himself.

“That explains the food everywhere.” Pepper looked around.

“Yeah and then after we fixed that, we thought it would be cool if the sandwiches come with plates but…” Peter said.

“But it came out too fast and too hard.” Harley pointed at the plate on the wall. “Projectile plate.” Tony facepalmed. “You guys got heavy duty plates!”

“Any of you hurt? Please tell me no one was in front of that thing when it happened.” Tony pleaded.

“Well…” Peter scratched the back of his head.

“This guy’s got crazy quick reflexes!” Harley playfully punched Peter’s arm.

“Didn’t I specifically say ‘no dangerous machines’?! FRIDAY?!”

“Peter does have quick reflexes and therefore not in danger. Besides, it only happened once.” FRIDAY cheekily answered.

“Did she just-” Tony sighed. “My children rallied against me. Oh god, is this karma? This is karma, isn’t?” Tony looked miserably at his fiance but Pepper just laughed.

“It seems so honey, but it’s okay. Now you know how I feel when you do crazy stuff. You’ll survive.” She smiled at him and rubbed his arm before she turned back towards the kids. “Is this version good then? Would you boys make me a sandwich?”

“Yeah, what do you want?” Harley walked closer to the machine and gently tapped the side. “This baby can make any sandwich. Well, depends on the available ingredients.”

“So far we got mustard, mayo, butter, ketchup,” Peter pointed at the containers on the machine, “tuna, pickles, cheese, ham, bacon, white bread and wheat bread.”

“Ham and cheese in wheat bread, please.”

“Alright, one ham and cheese in wheat bread sandwich coming right up.” Harley entered the order via a holo-screen and they all watched as the machine did its job. Harley was proud of the machine he made with Peter and when he looked at the guy, it seemed he was too.

“Wow,” Pepper was impressed when a plate of beautifully made sandwich was gently pushed out of the machine, “would you boys modify this so we can place it at the canteen at SI?”

Harley and Peter looked at each other, excitement in their eyes and twin smiles on their faces.

“You got it, Pepper!”

“Sure, Ms. Potts!”

“Okay but,” Tony interrupted, “you’ll only work on this when I’m here. You guys need supervision.”

“But we did fine!” Harley protested.

“Uh-uh, my workshop, my rules.”

“Fine.” Harley sighed.

“Got it, Peter?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark.”

“Good, now,” Tony looked at the mess around the workshop, “clean this up then we’ll order pizza for movie night. Dum-E and U will help you out.”

As both boys retrieved the mops and rags from the closet, they listed the modifications and features they could add to the ASM. They had a lot of work to do but that only made visiting New York a lot more exciting. At the end of the day, Harley not only had fun, he also gained a new friend.

He cannot deny however that there’s still something unusual with Peter. The Stark Foundation grant? The crazy quick reflexes? At first he brushed it off but, the nagging feeling that something’s going on was still there. Ah well, he’ll find out sooner or later.

[jedifighterpilot2727]

So... how about some Taylington smut? Or sexy time- or however you want to write it!

Lol finally found the ask that inspired the #Taylington smut!! Hope this is what you wanted!

Lexi just wants to take Taylor out for  nice dinner, but Taylor has other plans!

Also, comments make the fanfic writers world go round, so if you leave me one

The Paint Fight

It has not been a good day.

Lexi wouldn’t go so far as to say it’s been a bad day; but it was most certainly not on the spectrum of good.

Overwhelming, to say the least.

Long, certainly.

Mind-numbingly exhausting, perhaps.

Definitely not a day she would like to repeat anytime soon.

In fact, if she could erase the day from her memory and pretend like the day is just starting the moment she gets home, she would be more than fine with it.

Fortunately, there is light at the end of the tunnel - it’s Friday, and she’s on her way home. Plus she’s almost positive that she can convince Taylor to let her take them out to a nice, quiet dinner. Somewhere expensive and private, where she can spend some long overdue time with her girlfriend.

The new space travel project has been taking up every spare moment her time for the past few weeks; so between that and Taylor’s new gallery opening coming up next month, they’d been hard pressed to find time together. That was all going to change this weekend though, they’d both agreed to take a break from their prospective projects and spend some quality time together.

Needless to say, Lexi was looking forward to it.

So much so that by the time she parks her bike, rushes past the doorman and makes it through the short elevator ride to the top floor, she’s practically bouncing.

Quickly, she rotates her key in the lock - pausing half a second for the retinal scanner to do its work until she hears the click.

The moment she steps inside, all of the remaining tension leeches of her, and she feels her shoulders drop as a contented sigh flutters past her lips.  

It always hits how odd it is for a place to just smell like home. When they’d first started dating, Taylor had always smelled like - well, Taylor - like an art supply store had been outside in the rain and left to sun dry. She’d always loved that smell; but she loved it even more now that it had somehow blended with Lexi’s scent to form something that was uniquely them. Where Lexi feels like she and everything she loves just … belong.

It sounds like home too, the pop-happy playlist that Taylor tends to listen to when she’s making ‘fun’ art drifting down the hall.

She gives herself just a moment to let it all sink in, a smile tugging at her lips for what feels like the first time since leaving that morning.

“Honey! I’m home!” she calls out - the same cheesy greeting that she’d given the first time she’d come home to find Taylor already there. Taylor had rolled her eyes, of course, and teased Lexi about it, but it had quickly become a sort of tradition. So much so that even Taylor had picked it up for when she was the last to come home.

“I’m back here!” Taylors voice sing-songs down the same trail as the music,  and Lexi’s grin widens.

She doesn’t think coming home to Taylor will ever get old.

Still grinning, she turns to hang her messenger bag and coat on their designated hooks by the door, and toe off her ankle boots onto the mat. Unfortunately, she catches sight of herself in full length mirror that Taylor had insisted on putting up in the entry way.

She looks like …

Well, she looks like she’s spent the past 10 hours in a working laboratory.

Which is exactly what she’s done, but it isn’t exactly how she wants to greet her girlfriend.

“I’ll be there in just a minute!” she calls out, stalling for time.

Her braid is beyond repair; either from the safety hat at the lab, her bike helmet, or both - strands of dark brown hair are sticking out every which way, and it’s evident after a few attempts at fixing them that the effort is futile. Instead, she releases the tie holding it all together and runs her fingers through it before pulling it back up into a ponytail.

Her glasses are so smudged that the light is reflecting off of them and she can barely see her eyes. Frowning, she takes them off and digs out the corner of her undershirt to clean them off. After a few tries, she’s finally satisfied, and settles them back on her nose before tucking her shirt back in and straightening her suspenders.

The suspenders had been Taylor’s idea -  one that had started out as a half joke and ended as an emphatic must-have after Lexi had tried them on. The thought of her girlfriend’s face in the dressing room that day is enough to make Lexi smirk, and on impulse, she undoes the second button on her white dress shirt, effectively ditching her polished work look for something slightly more roguish.

She takes one last look in the mirror to make sure the rest of her is presentable; from her tailored black pants to her quirky red socks.

Finally convinced that she fits the weekend dress code, she turns down the hall to find Taylor.

Their apartment is a cute little two-bedroom condo in the art district - fulfilling Taylor’s wish that it be within walking distance to the main strip of art galleries but also ‘not too extravagant, Lex, something small’; and also Lexi’s wish for something secure and quiet (and also her secret desire to make sure there’s enough room for Taylor to have a room for an art workshop).

It was difficult to convince Taylor that a two bedroom where both rooms had large windows over the river front was ‘not too extravagant’, but Lexi had cheated slightly by enlisting the help of Taylor’s dad - who also acted as their real estate agent.

Unsurprisingly, he was more than on board with helping Lexi give Taylor her dream apartment, and he gave the place an excellent pitch on their initial walkthrough. Between Lexi and Mike, Taylor was unable to resist the condo’s renovated but rustic charm, and within a week they were signing the papers and moving in.

Taylor refused to let Lexi buy the building outright, and Lena refused to let Lexi live anywhere that wasn’t vetted by her security; so in a show of bipartisanship, L-Corp Real Estate had bought the property. It still feels weird, writing out a check to her mother’s company every month (a small portion of which goes straight back into Lexi’s trust fund), but it makes Taylor happy, so she lives with it.

She would do a lot of things if they made Taylor happy, she realizes without surprise.

The thought warms her heart, and she smiles as she heads toward Taylor’s makeshift art studio.

She can hear the music loud and clear now, and her grin widens as she reaches for the door knob.

The sight on the other side of the door is enough to render her speechless - Taylor in worn out overalls and a sports bra, pants legs rolled up over her bare feet.

It’s enough to stop her in her tracks, but really, she should have expected it - Taylor has developed quite the penchant for wearing overalls lately, (admittedly, she usually pairs them with more clothes.)

What she doesn’t expect is a missile of yellow paint to hurtle into her her chest, leaving a mustard colored explosion across her torso.

Stunned, she looks up from the stain to find Taylor staring at her, open-mouthed.

“Oh my god.” Taylor breathes, looking back and forth between Lexi’s face and the stain. “I’m so sorry!”

“I mean … I don’t really mind, I just … what are you doing exactly?” she squints around the room to see a semi-circle of canvases spread around the room and Taylor holding a paintbrush covered in yellow paint.

“Oh! It’s an abstract study in random color patterns.”

“So you’re throwing paint across the room?”

“I mean … strategically.” Taylor concedes. “Wanna try?”

“Oh no, you know I’m not really artistic! I mean outside of coloring pages I guess.”

“Hmm, sounds to me like you’re chicken.”

“Chicken? I’m not chicken, I just don’t want to ruin your masterpiece!”

“You’re not going to ruin it! Just come on, one little flip of the wrist.”

“I regret that I must cordially decline.”

Taylor narrows her eyes accusingly.

“Spoil sport.”

“I am not a spoil sport!” Lexi scoffs, stepping closer.

“Mmm, seems to me like you’re a spoil sport.”

“Oh really?”  She moves even closer, effectively stepping into Taylor’s space.

“Yeah,” Taylor nods, a smirk teasing at the edge of her lips. “For sure.”

Lexi’s hands settle on Taylor’s hips, and pull her close.

“Would a spoil sport do this?” She dips her head to capture Taylor’s lips with her own, effectively silencing all trash talk and not stopping until she elicits a moan from the other woman.

Without breaking the kiss, she reaches for the paintbrush in Taylor’s hand, tossing it onto the drop cloth covering the floor.

Taylor responds immediately - arms wrapping around Lexi’s neck and tugging her closer.

It’s easy to get lost in the kiss, the feeling of Taylor’s lips pressing against her own and the heady swipe of tongue in her mouth.

She lets herself free fall for a few a long minutes before she regains control of her facilities enough to move again - reaching her fingers into the palette behind Taylor and gathering up a scoop of paint to smear it across Taylor’s cheek.

The result is like if a bucket of cold water splashed over them, with Taylor immediately jerking back to stare at her incredulously.

“Who’s a spoil sport now?” Lexi teases with a grin.

“I can’t believe you!”

“What?” Lexi shrugs. “You wanted me to paint! So I painted!”

“Yeah! I didn’t mean me!”

“Well, to be fair, you didn’t specify.”

“Didn’t specify?”

“No, you didn’t.”

Lexi’s laugh dies off when Taylor’s paint covered finger makes contact with her nose.

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

“Ooh, payback’s a bitch.” Taylor teases.

“You splashed me first! I just retaliated! It was self defense!”

“You’re really going to use the self defense excuse?”

“Because it was!” Lexi protests.

“Oh really?” Taylor mocks before swiping across Lexi’s neck, some of the paint sticking to the collar of her shirt.

“Alright, okay; that’s taking it a little far, don’t you think?” She tries to capture Taylor’s hands to prevent further attacks, but her girlfriend dances away with a laugh.

“A little far? Don’t you think you should have thought of that before you attacked me?”

“Attacked you?” Lexi blinks comically before continuing to circle Taylor around the room. “I thought we established that I acted in self-defense.”

“It can’t classify as self-defense because technically I splattered you on accident.”

“Ohh, you’re saying all this was an accident?” Lexi gestures to the yellow smear across the front of her shirt.

“Mmhmm! Like I can’t say that this -“ She grabs another brush, dipping it in bright red paint before flicking it at Lexi. “- is an accident. But before, that was definitely an accident.”

Maybe it’s the kiss from before, or maybe it’s the way Taylor is looking at her now, but Lexi feels a heat rise in her belly, even as the paint soaks into her shirt.

“That’s true,” she says, stalking once again in Taylor’s direction. “You definitely can’t call what you just did an accident.”

Without warning, Taylor takes off to the opposite corner of the room, but Lexi reads her cues - easily able to intercept her - and she wraps her arms around Taylor’s, pinning them to her body and lifting the other woman off the ground.

“Lexington!” Taylor shrieks with laughter, her legs curling up as she gives into Lexi’s momentum to swing them around.

Only the sheet beneath them slips, and they tumble forward - a giggling mass of limbs and wet paint.

When they finally land, Lexi finds herself slotted between Taylor’s hips, and she gasps at the contact, but it’s swallowed up by Taylor’s mouth - hungry and searching.

Minutes, or hours pass - she can’t be a hundred percent sure - her only thought the next move of the kiss; like some sort of erotic chess game. Eventually, she braces herself before reaching up to undo the clasps on Taylor’s overalls.

Taylor sighs, a soft, contented sigh that stutters into Lexi’s mouth with hesitant release. Lexi can’t help but sink into the warm arms around her, cupping a hand around Taylor’s jaw and using the touch to draw them closer. She should feel bad for the paint she knows is getting in Taylor’s hair, but she’s too love drunk to stop, the intoxicating feel of Taylor’s lips against her own is too much to resist.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she feels Taylor’s ankle hook around the back of her knee, but she doesn’t give it much thought -  not until their weight shifts and she finds herself tumbling over as Taylor flips them. She manages to catch herself from landing flat on her ass, the palms of her hand skidding in the paint - hands that she immediately brings to rest against Taylor’s hips as the other girl straddles her; bracing against Lexi’s chest.

“You know, this brings an all new meaning to the term ‘paint fight’” Lexi grins evilly, but falls silent when Taylor moves to unbutton her shirt.

“And you’re wearing entirely too many clothes.” she counters, and Lexi can’t argue, especially since the bib of Taylor’s overalls has fallen down, effectively leaving her in just a sports bra from the waist up

As soon as the last button is undone, Taylor growls frustratedly; fingers tugging at Lexi’s undershirt.

“This needs to come off.”

And again, Lexi can’t exactly argue, (nor does she want to), so she pushes herself up; letting Taylor tug the tank to over her head.

Of course, the moment they’re evenly dressed, she seeks out an edge - relying on quivering ab muscles to hold her in a crunch position as she reaches for Taylor’s sports bra.

As soon as it’s off, Lexi latches on; covering Taylor’s nipple with tongue and teeth; unwilling to let go even as they fall backwards. Taylor’s hands brace somewhere above Lexi’s head before moving to her shoulders, but Lexi cant’ bring herself to mind the slick of wet paint against her skin.

“Lex.” Taylor gasps, and she immediately pulls back, head thudding against the floor. “Too many clothes.”

The complaint sends Lexi into immediate action, as she flips them again and kisses her way down Taylor’s torso; following with her fingers and leaving multicolored paint flecks in her wake.

She meets resistance at Taylor’s waist, encumbered once again by the overalls, and swiftly she pulls both them and the underwear beneath over Taylor’s shapely legs.

“Fuck, Lexi.” Taylor breathes, fingers fisting in Lexi’s ponytail, and Lexi wants nothing more that to bury her fingers in wet heat, but one glance at her paint covered fingers nixes that option.

Instead, she uses her hand to spread apart Taylor’s folds before licking a long stripe up her center.

The sounds Taylor makes as Lexi makes contact with her clit should be illegal, and the hand in her hair tightens almost painfully.

“Fuck.” Taylor repeats, and Lexi takes it as both encouragement and a command, effectively burying her face in the warm heat of Taylor’s core. She’s been doing this long enough to know exactly what her girlfriend likes, and she doesn’t waste time, pressing her tongue in slow circular motions against Taylor’s clit before fucking her with her tongue in long, slow strokes.

Taylor’s feet lock behind her shoulders, and Lexi drops her hands, slipping underneath her girlfriend’s ass and offering soft squeezes as she brings her up to meet her mouth.

The curses and pleas falling from Taylor’s lips paired with the clenching of her hand in Lexi’s hair is enough to spur Lexi on, and she doubles down on her efforts.

It isn’t long before Taylor is squirming beneath her, and she can feel her girlfriend’s thighs clenching even more tightly around her head. Carefully, she slips one hand from Taylor’s ass to press a thumb against her clit as her tongue reaches far and deep.

The act is enough to send Taylor over the edge, and she barely has time to brace herself before the hand in her hair tightens almost unbearably and the thigh around her head clench down hard enough to render her immobile.

It takes a few long seconds of Taylor’s inner muscles fluttering around her tongue before the grip on her loosens and her girlfriend is rendered boneless.

“Fuck, Lex.” Taylor repeats, and Lexi can’t help but grin as she pulls back to regard her girlfriend.

“Good?” she questions with a knowing smile, and Taylor slaps her shoulder.

“Payback’s a bitch, you know.”

* - - - - -  - - -  -

“Sorry.” Taylor breathes some time later. “I know you were wanting to go out to dinner.”

“Pfft, dinner?” Lexi scoffs. “I already ate.”

The back of Taylor’s hand smacks against her shoulder, and she laughs.

“No, but seriously; we can order something. I’d much rather be here with you than out at some stuffy restaurant.”

“True,” Taylor concedes. “We can’t exactly stop to make out in the middle of a restaurant.”

“Exactly. See, staying home has its benefits.” Lexi punctuates the point by leaning down to cover Taylor’s mouth with her own.

A long moment later, and Taylor pulls away - the hand on Lexi’s chest firm but reassuring.

“Okay, but I am actually hungry though.”

Lexi can’t help but laugh at that; pulling away to reach for her phone.

“Does pizza sound okay?”

* - - - - - - -

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell buzzes in the other room.

“Pizza delivery?” it asks, and Lexi rushes naked to answer.

“Yeah, send it on up.” She instructs the doorman, searching around for something to cover herself up.

Taylor is one step ahead of her though, stepping into the kitchen wearing nothing but Lexi’s boxer briefs and white shirt - now splattered with paint.

“You’re going to answer the door like that?” she asks teasingly, and color rises on Taylor’s cheeks.

“Is that a problem?”

“I mean, no? You might give the pizza delivery person a heart attack though!”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Taylor informs her, and while the pizza delivery person may be okay, Lexi finds herself frankly incapacitated - unable to form complete sentences as she watches Taylor take their order from the person at the door. Even more so when Taylor turns to face her.

“See? No one had a heart attack!”

“Speak for yourself!” Lexi teases, reaching for one of salad boxes.

The look Taylor gives her is enough to send her spiraling into a vortex of want, and she groans.

“Woman! Please! At least let me carb load before you look at me like that! My body needs nutrients before round two!”

Taylor’s smirk is downright evil.

“Technically, it would be round three.” she corrects before waving the box of cinnamon sticks under Lexi’s nose. “Besides, we could always start with dessert if you think a sugar rush will get you kickstarted.”

“No.” Lexi says firmly, almost wavering at the pout that crosses Taylor’s face.

“No?”

“No. First I’m going to eat this salad.”

“And then?” Taylor smiles coyly.

“And then I’m going to eat a piece of pizza - maybe two - actually you know what? Make that a definite two, I’m starving.”

“What next?”

“Well, then we’re going to eat cinnamon sticks.” Lexi answers as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and Taylor frowns.

“I mean, okay, I guess.”

Lexi feigns surprise.

“Oh sorry, did I forget the part where I lick icing off your fingers and then pin you against the wall and fuck you until you scream my name?”

“Is there any way I can convince you to skip steps one through three?“

* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The art gallery is closed -  everything from the sign on the door to the dim lights says so; but Lexi knocks anyway, almost startled when the door immediately opens.

“Hey!” Taylor’s face fills the doorway before it swings wide, Lexi letting herself be pulled into the space. “You made it!”

Lexi feels her brow crinkle.

“Of course! I said I would!”

“Yeah, but you were also talking about how slammed you were earlier -  you didn’t even stop for lunch.” Taylor’s tone is accusing, and Lexi winces under her glare.

“No, but you’re way more important than lunch. Besides, now I’ll have a ginormous appetite when I take you out for your celebratory gallery opening dinner.”

“Technically it doesn’t open until tomorrow.” Taylor laughs, but Lexi just shrugs.

“So? I’ll take you out twice then! Besides, I’m sure that tomorrow we’ll end up going out with our parents - tonight can be more of a … private celebration.” she wiggles her eyebrows, and Taylor  shoves at her shoulders playfully.

“Lex!”

“What? I have a thing for artists! I thought you knew that by now!” she laughs before trying to sneak a peak around the corner hiding them from the gallery. “While we’re on the topic, am I the muse for any of these pieces? Are there any dirty nudies of me anywhere that I should be prepared for?”

Taylor blushes prettily and Lexi’s eyebrows shoot to the ceiling.

“There are nudie portraits of me, aren’t there?” she demands, but Taylor shakes her head.

“There are no dirty pictures of you, I promise.”

Lexi narrows her eyes.

“Then why are you blushing like that?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” Taylor teases before reaching for her hand. “Come on, if we want to make our reservations, we need to get started.”

“What makes you think I have reservations?” Lexi tries to look appalled, but cracks under Taylor’s knowing look. “Okay, fine, I have reservations, but they’re flexible, so we have plenty of time, don’t rush.”

“You know you don’t have to do that.” Taylor protests. “I don’t need reservations at a fancy restaurant.”

“I know you don’t, but if I can give them to you, then why shouldn’t I?”

Taylor doesn’t seem to have a response for that, instead staring at her for a long moment.

“I love you, you know that?” She asks finally, and Lexi grins.

“And I love you too.” Lexi agrees, bending down to press a chaste kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. “Now show me all the pieces you’ve been working so hard on.”

* - - - - -

It’s the first time that Taylor has done an entire gallery for just paintings, and Lexi can’t lie; she’s pleasantly surprised.

She knew Taylor was good, but this, this is on a different level. There’s everything from acrylic to watercolor, and the inspiration varies from the landscape outside their bedroom window, to a coffee shop they once visited in Paris.

It’s all strikingly beautiful, and Lexi finds herself marveling at just how talented her girlfriend is.

“Wow.” She says for what feels like the fourteenth time, and Taylor frowns.

“That’s what you keep saying.”

“I’m sorry! You know I almost failed art history! I don’t know the correct terminology to tell you that I think 90% of your work belongs in a museum!” she shrugs. “But it does though! I mean look at this -“ she turns to point at the painting of the Parisian cafe. “Just looking at that takes me back to exactly how I felt that day! And I’m sure it makes other people feel that way too! - I mean hopefully it doesn’t make them feel like they want to make out with you under the Eiffel tower, but similar!”

Taylor’s frown shifts slowly into a grin, and before Lexi can brace herself, Taylor is using her grip on Lexi to pull her down for a quick kiss.

“Well, you’ll have to tell me what this next piece makes you feel like.”

They round the next corner, and Lexi is confronted with a giant canvas banner - at least ten feet wide, and no doubt as long - covered in a smattering of acrylic smears that seem to be dashed haphazardly across the sheet.

It’s stunning, to say the least - if not for its sheer size, then at least for it’s seemingly random color pattern - nothing making sense, but working together in a cohesive pattern; one that leaves her eyes flitting around for the next spark of color. There’s a larger concentration of paint towards the middle, but other than that it’s a diffuse canvas.

“Wow.” she breathes, and Taylor’s elbow connects with her side. “What?”

“I thought we agreed that you would try and be more descriptive.”

Lexi grins sheepishly.

“Sorry, it’s just -  wow. I mean where did you have room to put this? Did you have to paint it here?”

She would swear she sees Taylor blush in the low light.

“Ah, no? I painted it at home.”

Lexi’s brow crinkles as she turns back to study the piece again.

She spots the faint outline of a handprint slightly off center, and finally, it clicks.

“Is that …?” She trails off, unsure exactly, of how to ask the necessary question.

Taylor hums beside her.

“Mmm-hmm”

Lexi turns to stare at her in incredulous disbelief.

“So you’re saying that you planned on us having paint sex so that you could hang our … product up in your art gallery?”

“Product?” Taylor scrunches her nose. “I prefer masterpiece.”

“Tay.”

“No, I didn’t plan on us having sex on the canvas. That was unexpected. I was just planning on hanging up whatever paint drips were on it. But, you have to admit, we added a certain … flair.”

“Flair?” Lexi deadpans. “I’ve been scrubbing paint off myself for two weeks!”

Taylor barks a laugh.

“Sorry!”

“I mean, don’t be sorry, I thoroughly enjoyed myself.” Lexi concedes, draping an arm around Taylor’s shoulder and turning them so that they’re both facing the paining. “Besides, I have to admit, we look pretty good.”

“Pretty good?”

“I told you, I don’t know a lot about art critique.”

“You know, this place is deserted, I could give you a little tutorial session in the back room.” Taylor winks suggestively, but Lexi’s stomach picks that particular moment to growl.

“Sorry, no lunch.” Lexi winces self-consciously, but Taylor only laughs.

“Perfect, I can get you fully fed before I ravish you this time. Maybe we’ll even make it to the bed.” She winks, and Lexi whines, suddenly regretting her choice of a five course Italian meal for dinner.

And the next day? When everyone stops to ooh and ahh over the abstract canvas?

Well, Lexi hopes it’s dark enough that her blush doesn’t give her away.

[michaelreaderreblog]

My truemate pt12

AN: Sorry it has taken me so long to post the next part to this series. So here it is finally. If you need to catch up on the series or would like to start from the beginning I will post the links below.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN 

I think I was suppose to tag others to these parts but sorry I forgot who I was suppose to tag. Oh well the part is finally up. Thanks for being so patient with me 

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Word Count: 1,960

He had always wanted to make sure that you would like his mate and thats what made him even more accepting to the other person.

“Thanks, we are going into the city though for dinner. I wanted to make this extra special and she doesnt know that so dont tell her. You kids are going to be home by yourselves over the weekend. I ask both of you no partying, no staying out all night just because I wont be home doesnt mean either of you are allowed to wolf out” he says with a stern expression as he looks between you and Dean.

You simply roll your eyes at him while Dean does the same.

“Hey Im an angel, tell your rules to y/n” he says as he whips his towards you.

“Scouts honor” you reply sarcastically to Sam and Dean who chuckle

The rest of the evening is spent with conversations about the work day and how its like working at the city hall for Sam which doesnt sound so bad.

“Speaking of which, is it possible to get a hold of y/n's medical records without tipping off the good ol' people from the Government and Academy extremists?” Dean asks Sam as you clear the table to get the empty dishes into the sink for the wash tomorrow.

“Dean, y/n doesnt have medical records. You never took her to the hospital for anything” Sam replies while looking to Dean and knowing very well you dont have any.

“Not even about her shots or anything?” Dean asks looking to his younger brother

“No, those are sealed tight. After she presents is when she would be able to get one but since you never took her to the hospital. She has absolutely no medical history” Sam explains more as he looks to Dean

“Why do you want her medical information?” he asks while taking a gulp from his beer

“I thought I would ask since we moved here wasnt I suppose to notify her doctors back in Sioux Falls and transfer them here” he says while finishing off his beer as well.

“Oh no. No need. But if she were to be sick or seek out for suppressants then she would have a medical record” Sam tells him while making his way to the garage with the empty beer bottles.

You decided that you would do the dishes the next day and you placed the remaining food in containers for tomorrows lunch.

You also decided that you would get Sam's lunch ready for tomorrow since he didnt like to eat out so much. You looked into the fridge to make sure that there was spinach for his sandwich and to your surprise there is still some left.

You take out the pesto sauce to go along with the spread, you shredded the chicken to carefully place them on one side of the bread that were spread evenly with pesto sauce. You topped the chicken with cut tomatoes and mozzarella cheese, when you finally did that and placed the other slice of bread on top to finish it off. You placed his sandwich in a container.

“You dont need to clean up, I can do it” Sam says from the table as he watches you doing something with the containers and the remaining food.

“No thats fine, I got it. You keep talking to Dean about whatever you were talking about.” You said not turning to face your brothers.

“Y/n what are you doing?” Deans turn to ask as he watches you get one thing from one cupboard to another.

“Im just getting Sams lunch ready for tomorrow so that he doesnt need to rush to make it” You answer your brother still not turning around to meet his gaze.

“Really I can take care of that later” Sam says from the table.

“What about my lunch?” Dean asks as if he sounds so hurt like you forgot about him.

“Dont worry I got you, Im adding beef on yours along with the swiss cheese and honey mustard” you reassure Dean that you didnt forget about him and his deliveries.

“No grey poupon?” he asks randomly as you turn your head to his direction to give him a weird look.

“Really? Grey poupon?” Sam asks giving him the same reaction as you did.

“Popped into my head” Dean says as he shrugs his shoulders.

You shake your head as you keep making the sandwiches for your brothers.

When done you place each of them in containers and put them into the fridge.

While you also place the remaining food in there also.

“Alright you guys, I am done with your lunches and you’re all set for tomorrow” you tell them while turning away from the fridge.

“Thank you” they both say in unison

“You’re the greatest” Dean says while standing from the table and pushing in his chair.

“You really are” Sam says and does the same.

You and Dean decided to stay up a little late than usual as Sam went to bed. The both of you settled into the living room to watch a little tv.

Dean decided to watch the sports highlights from the evening games that he missed and you didnt have a problem with it.

Finally when you couldnt keep your eyes open anymore is when you decided to head to bed.

You told your brother goodnight and to sleep well himself he said the same thing back you.

You get into your bedroom and change into sleeping clothes and crawled into bed closed your eyes as the exhaustion took over and slept all through the night.

**

You were the one to rise early as your brothers were still a sleep in their bedrooms, you went down the stairs and into the kitchen.

You take out the grinded coffee to make a fresh pot of the morning and decided to make for breakfast.

You heard someone coming down the stairs but paid no attention as you were making pancakes.

“Good morning” Dean says with a groggy tone.

“Have a glass of water first before you take a cup of coffee” you tell him while you flip over the pancakes.

“Ok mom. Have any orders today?” he says as he fills his glass cup with water and takes a few gulps from it before making a cup of coffee.

“Yeah I have a few and I have one delivery but have no idea on how I am going to make that delivery though” you tell Dean as you take the pancakes from the pan and into Deans plate that had eggs and bacon on the side.

“What do you mean you have no idea how to deliver them? You have my baby to do that” he says looking to you as he takes a bite out of his bacon.

“You mean the very same baby Sam is going to take to work, like I said genius I dont know how I am going to make the delivery” you tell him as you take another set of pancakes from the pan and place them on Sam's plate that has a side of eggs and fruit.

You thought pretty soon you would just give him grape fruit for breakfast instead rather cooking him a full breakfast.

“Oh crap, I forgot. Well looks like we are gonna have to get you a car. I can go half and you can go half, how does that sound? And what kind of car do you want?” he gives you his proposition about the car he would generously go half with.

“I remember uncle Bobby used to talk about this Mustang um damn forgot what year he said it was. I remember seeing the car and getting inside of it and thinking one day I would love to own that car. Then Bobby ruined my day dream by telling me the customer is picking up his car and if I didnt get out he would sell me along with it inside.” you tell him as you smile and giggle at the memory.

Sam finally comes into the kitchen as he see his siblings talking over the counter.

“What are you giggling about Y/n? Morning guys” he says with a smile on his face as he makes his way for the cupboard to get himself a cup of coffee.

“Drink a glass of water first” Dean says as he follows his brothers movements around the kitchen.

“Ok dad. What were you two talking about anyways? Y/n is this plate mine or is it yours?” Sam asks as he looks at the plate on the counter before he takes it to the table.

“Yeah thats yours, Im just going to have a bowl of fruit along with the Greek yogurt” you tell Sam as you get the yogurt from the fridge and he sees you pour the contents into your bowl and he is pleased with the food choice.

“Look there is more bacon and eggs you can have that. I dont think that is going to keep you energized till lunch” Dean says as if he got offended you didnt want to have a perfectly good breakfast with the bacon and eggs.

You laugh at his generous thought but you simply decline and stick with your fruit and yogurt.

You heard someone parking outside in the drive way and you thought that one of your customers were way early than expected. Sam is on the move to get to work, as he steps out the door.

“Castiel, good morning c'mon in” Sam says as he opens the door for him to walk out.

“Morning Sam, thank you” he says as he enters into the house and removes his jacket along with his shoes

“Im in the kitchen Castiel, want some breakfast? Coffee? Tea?” you raise your voice from the kitchen and finally remembered that Dean was still in there with you.

You turn around to see how Dean was doing and he appeared to have it together.

“Yeah I could get you a plate of breakfast if you want, please sit relax.” Dean says while rushing around the kitchen as he tries to make Castiel comfortable

He enters into the kitchen with a smile on his face as he follows Deans movements around the kitchen and struggling to keep his cool.

“Good morning Y/n, Dean. I would love breakfast, I didnt have time to eat before I left the house. I rushed to wake early and came driving over as soon as I could” Castiel says while he pulls up the chair from the table and seats himself there.

Sam watches what Dean is doing and he smiles at the scene in front of him.

“Well Im off to work. Y/n have a good day, Dean try not to get into an accident today and good luck Castiel” he says and out the door he goes and enters inside the impala to drive to work.

You smile at Sam and couldnt wipe off the smile from your face as you watch Dean stumble around the kitchen.

“Dean, relax. You can go off to work now. I can handle everything from here” you tell him as he looks to you.

“Right work, I should be off now” he says while he gives you Castiel' plate of food and a cup of coffee.

He exits the kitchen only to come back and get his jacket along with the truck keys, gives a smile to the both of you.

“Later Y/n and Castiel” he smiles nervously.

“See you later Dean and thank you” Castiel says as he looks at Dean.

You see the interaction between the two and you couldnt be more proud of Dean for behaving.

[plazapiner]

Hash house a go go

#HASH HOUSE A GO GO HOW TO#

#HASH HOUSE A GO GO CRACKED#

#HASH HOUSE A GO GO CRACKER#

It’s what the world eats, homestead style, but with an American twist. Many people want to visit the restaurants of famous chefs or ones that have been awarded multiple Michelin stars but don’t count out Hash House a Go-Go.

#HASH HOUSE A GO GO CRACKER#

Maybe the best pot pie you’ve ever eaten in your life is awaiting you, topped with a cracker crust. If you love a good pork chop, you’ve got several incredible options, including a grilled tenderloin with a honey mustard glaze with almonds. If you love meatloaf, then grab the sky-high meatloaf sandwich. With most dishes coming in for around $25 or less, add in a few bucks for drinks and a banana latte if you’re really brave, and a family of four can get out for less than $60. One of the common ways you’ll see people enjoying this restaurant is to order one dish and then share it.Īfter all – you get double portions! This makes visiting Hash House a Go-Go a budget-friendly proposition as well. Some might see the giant portion sizes as being part of the classic American version of needing too much of something, but the reality is that Hash House a Go-Go is a flashback to the homesteading traditions that built the U.S. Would a single burger fill you up after a hard morning of working in the fields? It’s because it is a chance to get some real farm-style, homemade twisted farm food in an upscale setting. The reason why Hash House a Go-Go is such a popular place isn’t because of its portion sizes or reasonable prices. “ Hash House a Go Go, Las Vegas bacon waffle” by  is marked with CC BY 2.0.

#HASH HOUSE A GO GO HOW TO#

How to Earn Rewards Without a Credit Card.

I would love to know what you thought in the comments and if you have different recommendations for me of what to order. That being said, it was a crazy fun experience with friends, one that I have no problem recommending at least once, but for me, I will probably not wait the hour next time I am in town. Of course, it was good, but I feel the portions are more shocking than how it tastes, which was less then I expected. It pains me to say this, but my excitement over the experience was slightly curbed after eating the food. I settled on the Salmon Eggs Benedict as that is one of my favorite meals, others at my table ordered everything from pancakes to griddle meals. I wish I would have known in advance how much food you get, or I undoubtedly would have shared, I don’t see how one person can eat a plate here. I didn’t know what to pick, but luckily there were six of us, so there was a lot of sharing going on. They also had a BLT Bloody Mary, which came with the bread, lettuce, and tomato and the Bloody Mary in between. I mean, there was even a S’mores mocha, which was amazing. The standout on the menu was the college special though, which was literally a side of bacon and a 24-ounce bud light in a bag. The first thing you notice about this place is how crazy the menu is it has everything. An hour later, we were walking back to our table.

Location: 3628 Fifth Ave, San Diego, CA 92103Īfter arriving on a Sunday morning, we checked in for our hour-long wait and headed to the coffee shop next door (which is good, by the way).

Come hungry as the portions are massive.

Expect to wait a long time on the weekends.

#HASH HOUSE A GO GO CRACKED#

So when I was in San Diego, I braved the 45-minute wait to see if it was all it was cracked up to be. Everyone in my life told me how I needed to go to this famed San Diego spot that specialized in portions that could feed you for a week. You know those places that everyone tells you to go to? The ones that creep into a conversation like a secret that you can’t help but tell? Hash House A Go-Go was that for me.

[bangtansoyumdamn]

Berry Sweet

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 3.2K+

A/N: The idea of farmer Taehyung sounded cute to me and so I decided to write this fic. So here’s a sweet fic of Farmer Tae Tae on a strawberry farm, maybe now the title will make sense haha. Hope you all like it :)

You hopped onto the nearly filled bus, sighing as you look around for an empty seat. You were exhausted and just wanted to get home. You find one near the back and you let out a sigh of relief. Sitting down, you rest your head against the window. Your eyes fluttering shut.

Your eyebrows furrow and you frown as you heard a voice disrupting your sleep.

“Miss, are you getting off? This is my last stop.”

You sit up in an instant and look at your surroundings. You’ve fallen asleep, for who knows how long.

“Uh-- umm. This isn’t my stop Sir.”

“I didn’t ask if it was. This is my last stop, you have to get off.”

You scoff at his rude reply, picking up your backpack from the floor and swinging it over your shoulder. You made your way to the automatic doors of the bus and asked a question while walking out.

“So where is this place anyways?” As you turned around, the doors closed and the bus left you there, clueless of where you are.

“Ah.. jinjja.”

You look around for any signs of life, a house, a convenience store, or something, but it was just fields and fields of strawberries.

You scream loudly out of frustration. First, you pulled an all nighter to study for your Chemistry exam, that you ended up failing by the way, then, you fell asleep on the bus, causing you to be in your current situation, lost. You were supposed to be in your bed sleeping at this very moment.

You look to your left and right, there isn’t even a single car that’s passing by, why is there even a bus stop here?

“Are you okay?” You hear someone yell from behind, causing you to jump. You turn around to see a tall young man with dark brown hair. He’s wearing a white shirt with denim overalls, one strap off.

“Aish~ you scared me.”

He flashes you a boxy smile, “mianhaeyo. But seriously, what’s wrong?”

“It’s none of your business,” you said, turning back around. How were you going back home? Where are you even? Your eyes widen and you feel your back pockets for your phone, sighing of relief when you feel it. You go on the map app, trying to figure out where you were. You let out a sigh when you find out you were still in Daegu. Well that’s good then.

“Seriously Miss, do you need help? If you’re waiting for the bus it isn’t coming anymore. That was the last stop for today.”

You turn around, “no, I don’t need your help. I’m fine, I’m just trying to figure out where I am.”

You shake your phone in the air, showing him that you were on the map looking for directions.

“Great. I’m forty minutes away from home,” you mumble to yourself, also mentally killing yourself when you remember that you didn’t bring any money, because you brought just enough for the one bus trip home. You can’t help but let out a groan out of frustration, stomping your right foot hard on the ground. You shut your eyes tightly, while also clenching your fist hard, that your nails dug into your palms. You inhaled deeply, trying to calm yourself, and turned around.

“Yes. Yes, I need your help.”

The farmer boy flashes the same boxy smile at me before taking off his gloves and picking up the baskets he was using. They were filled with juicy red strawberries.

“Yeah, I figured.”

You glared at him and he can’t help but keep a smirk on his face.

“Hold this, let’s go inside.” He hands me one of the baskets he was holding and points to a small house in the distance.

You entered his small house, following him around.

He places the baskets on the counter, taking the basket in your hands and placing those by the sink. He quietly starts washing the strawberries, not saying a word to you. You bite your cheek and tap your foot, not knowing what else to do.

“Um-- hey farmer boy.” The young man turns around to look at you. His eyebrows raising in response.

“How are you going to help me go home?”

His eyes looks around for a second, like he doesn’t remember me needing help at all.

“I’ll drive you there, let me just finish this.”

You bite your lip and nod slowly, turning back around when he does.

“It’s Taehyung by the way. Kim Taehyung.”

You turn back quickly when you heard him talk.

“Okay.”

He lets out a chuckle, “you aren’t going to tell me yours?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m (Y/n).”

“Who’s this?” You heard from behind you. It was a voice of an older woman. You turn around quickly to see a small old lady standing by the front door of the little house.

“Annyeonghaseyo,” you said, while bowing your head to show respect to the older woman. It must be Taehyung’s grandmother.

Taehyung turns around, wiping his wet hands on his shirt.

“This is (Y/n). She’s in quite some trouble and I’m just going to help her with that after I finish with the strawberries.”

The older woman nods, and tells Taehyung a few more things to do before we get going. He simply smiles and obeys the older woman’s favors before going back to wash the strawberries.

By the list of chores he needed to finish, and all the strawberries he needed to wash, it seemed like it would be a while until you’d get home. So you offered to help him.

You stand next to him by the sink and began washing the strawberries. He looks at you confused.

“You don’t have to help me, I’ll be done soon.”

“You have two more baskets and this one, if I don’t help you, I won’t be able to go home soon.”

He smiles slightly, but you weren’t able to see as you were focused on the strawberries.

“Was that your grandmother?” You asked. Trying to carry a conversation to help pass time. He shakes his head no.

“Actually, it’s my grandmother’s best friend. My grandmother’s farm is close by, I’m just here to help her out because her grandkids that usually help are on vacation with her own kids. She didn’t want to leave the farm unattended.”

“Oh, you must be a very good grandson.”

He lets out a chuckle, “yeah, I try to be.”

The two of you continue with the strawberries, and finish in about an hour.

“Okay--” you sighed, about to wipe your hands on your shirt but you hesitated. Your eyes shift to Taehyung who casually wipes his on his shirt, you decide to wipe it on him too.

“--What’s next?”

He laughs at your actions and shakes his head, “did you just wipe your wet hands on my shirt?”

You shrug, “I can’t get this top wet, it’s dry clean only.”

He shake his head, still smiling, causing you to smile as well.

“We need to feed the chickens, so come on.”

He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the back door.

Taehyung grabs your hand and turns it over, revealing your palm. He pours some seeds onto it and motions for you to come close to the chicken coop. You stand in front of it quietly, and he opens the door and six or seven chickens pop out, scaring you, causing to drop the seeds all over the floor. You scream loudly as some chickens starts to flap their wings and hopping high enough to almost reach your face. You push them off as they get close to you and you run off behind Taehyung, who is dying of laughter.

You don’t notice that you’re hugging his waist from behind tightly as you kept your focus on the chickens. Taehyung manages to calm down from his laughter, and wipes the tears threatening to fall from his eyes.  

“Come on, let’s go check if there’s any eggs.” He steps forward but your tight grasp on him held him in place.

“I am not going near those hot wings,” you say, with dark eyes.

Taehyung laughs again slightly, before pushing you in front of him. He holds his arms around you and you gladly cling onto his forearms. The fear of the chickens distracting you from the intimacy you were having with the farm boy you barely knew.

The two of you slowly crept behind the chickens, who was distracted with the food, and check inside the coop. There was only one or two eggs.

“We’ll just get them tomorrow, maybe there would be more then.”

“Okay,” you said, “how are you going to get those chickens back in there?”

“We’ll put them back after they eat.”

“You mean you’ll put them back. I’m not touching those.”

He laughs, “Come on (Y/n), don’t be afraid of them, they’re sweet.”

You scoff, “yeah, when you dip them in honey mustard.”

He flashes you a boxy smile before picking up one of the hens.

“Here, hold her.”

“I’m not touching that thing.”

“Come on, just hold her.”

“Taehyung, no.”

“You want to go home faster don’t you?”

You scrunch your nose at him before closing your eyes and extending out your arms. He places the chicken in your arms and you slowly open them to find the chicken quiet and peaceful.

“Oh this isn’t that bad.”

“See, I told you.”

You bend your head to the side to look at the hen’s face and right when you did, it flapped its wings and pecked you hard on the nose.

“AH!”

“I am so sorry about that,” Taehyung says while scratching the back of his neck. He places a small band-aid on the tip of your nose.

“I only like chicken if they are fried or in my soup. Other than that, I hate them.”

He smiles at your response.

“It should heal soon, it’s just a small cut.”

“It better, it makes me look stupid.”

He lets out an amuse sigh, “here, my grandmother usually does this to me when I get hurt.”

With that, he leans closer and places a kiss on my nose.

“It should heal magically now,” he smiles, before walking out of the restroom of the owner’s house. You were glad that he walked away right away, or else he would’ve seen your cheeks turn pink.

You are starting to feel something for that farmer boy.

“Do you want to meet a special friend of mine?”

“Sure, who is he or she?”

“Come, I’ll show you,” he grabs your hand, and runs. Leading you to a place far into the fields.

“Waa~”

Taehyung looks over at you and smiles at your amazement over his horse.

“This is Haru, she’s beautiful isn’t she?”

You nod, walking closer to the dark brown coated horse. She seems to like you instantly, and lets you pet her face.

“Do you want to take her for a ride? We can go around the place, halmeoni’s farm is pretty big, there’s lots I could show you.”

You turn back around to face him, your face bright and happy, you dreamt of having a horse and riding one when you were a little girl, so this was a dream come true.

“Sure, I’d love to.”

Once Taehyung finished putting on the saddle, he helped you hop on to it and he got on shortly afterwards, wrapping his arms around you to hold the reins.

“Here hold this,” he says, giving them to you. Once you hold onto them, he wraps his hand over it so he can guide you.

“Are you ready?” he says, bending his head to the side to look at you. His heart warming up when he sees you smiling brighter than he has ever seen you smiling today.

“Yeah. I’m ready.”

The two of you stopped once you got on a hill. The sun was setting before your eyes. The two of you sat there, on Haru, watching the sun go down and the sky turn various colors of pink, orange, and blue.

“So what got you into the situation you were in today?” Taehyung brings up. For a second you didn’t know what he was talking about, too busy living your life on the countryside.

“I stayed up all night last night studying for an exam that I completely failed this morning. I was already failing the class but if I aced that one exam it would’ve brought my grade up to a passing one,” you let out a sigh, “I was exhausted and tired, and just wanted to go home and sleep. When I got on my bus to get home, I knocked out and missed my stop. The driver told me I had to get off. I only brought enough money to get home once so even if I wanted to call a cab, I won’t be able to. So I had no choice to stay, then I met you. And now I’m here.”

Taehyung lets out a long sigh, “you must be really tired, I shouldn’t have made you do anything today and should’ve just took you home.”

You place your hand on top of his, which were still wrapped around you, to reassure him.

“No, I had fun today. The first time in a long while.”

The sun fully set and the sky was getting darker as the minutes passed by.

“We should get going,” Taehyung says, pulling on the reins and off you three went.

Taehyung opens the car door for you, you thanked him as you went in.

You turn on the navigator on your phone so he knows where to take you home. You have a forty minute long drive ahead of you and you secretly wished that it was longer. You feel a bit bad for being so rude to him in the beginning but Taehyung has really helped you today, and not just because he’s taking you home. It’s been a while since you’ve been this happy, your days and weeks has been full of stress because of school and you looked forward to the weekend every time. Only for it to be full of studying and sleepless nights. Now that it was the weekend and your classes are over, you have a couple months or so to be stress free, only to be stressed again once school starts, because you have to retake that freaking class again. Usually, all that goes on in your head is school school school, and study study study. No matter how hard you try, chemistry was too hard for you, it’s just something you’re not passionate about. You don’t know if you should continue this career path or not, but you currently have no dreams to follow, so you stay in school just in case. Today, you were able to get rid of all those thoughts. School was off your mind for once. Being on the farm helped you become stress free, and being with Taehyung made it even better. You live alone in a small apartment, your parents living in Seoul with your other sibling. You weren’t the social type, you usually kept to yourself, but with Taehyung you were able to release everything and rant to him about anything. You learned a lot about him too. Just watching him help around the farm showed how caring he is to his grandmother and her friend. Seeing him with the animals showed how sweet he was. Seeing how he helped you even though you were so rude to him made you realize how much of a good person he was to even try to speak to a stranger after acting like a crazy person in front of him. You also learned a lot about him. He talked about his life, and how he started helping his grandmother when he was young. She took care of him for most of his life. You talked about yours too, it’s not as interesting as his, but he listened. He listened about your struggles in school too. You told him how you weren’t able to follow a dream you don’t have. That the only dream you always had was to be a princess and to run off with a prince on a pretty pony. But that was when you were six. Which pretty much came true that night on the farm. It was on the top of the hill, right before we stopped where he told me the most reassuring advice I’ve ever heard. There’s more to life than studying. Don’t be trapped in someone else’s dream.

“We’re almost there,” Taehyung says, and you noticed that you spaced out. You quickly regret that you didn’t take advantage of those past forty minutes talking up a storm with him.

“Aww,” you say quietly to yourself. Taehyung must’ve heard because he takes a glance at you and smiles when he sees your small pout as you stare out the window.

“You want to spend more time with me huh?”

You scoff, “no.” You joke.

“Alright, well here we are.” You look out and see your apartment building and your heart hurts because you know it’ll be the last time you will see this farmer boy.

“Well I guess this is goodbye,” you say looking towards him. His lips are pressed into a smile and he nods.

“I guess it is.”

“I had fun today,” you put your hand over his, which was on the gearshift, “thank you.”

With that you got out of the car, and closed the door, walking towards the door of the apartment building. With your fingers pressing on the keypad, you dialed in your code, and unlocked the door. Before going in you turned around, and Taehyung was still waiting there, making sure you get in safely. You smile and waved him goodbye as you stepped in. You froze in your step when you remembered. Your backpack. It wasn’t on you and all your school supplies were in there.

You turn back and ran to his car, thankful that he hasn’t left yet.

The window rolls down and he looks at you with confusion at your slightly panicked state. But then you slightly smile and his face relaxes.

“I think I left my backpack in halmeoni’s house, do you think you can come by tomorrow and give it to me?”

He smiles his boxy smile again, looking down before looking back up to me and nodding.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Okay,” you smile and began walking away before turning back. “And Tae, can I have your number?”

He chuckles before reaching out his hand to grab your phone. You can feel your cheeks heat up and your glad that it’s dark because then he won’t see.

“You know, so you can like text me when you’re coming, so I know when to get ready and such, not because of anything else.”

His cute smile not leaving his face as he types in his number, Taehyung texts his phone with yours so that he would get your number without having to wait for you to text first.

“Here, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks. See you then.”

As you walk away and actually step in the building, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, and you leaned back on the door. Your phone vibrates and you look down to an unknown number.

“Why were you blushing, princess?”

[bladeghost]

tagged by @skylar102 (it’s been a while and I hope you’re doing well ^_^) sorry was this a tad late lol

1. have you ever been in love? 
Ya.

2. who is your favourite artist? 
Breaking Benjamin
3. what is your favourite music genre? 
Rock/Alternative/Metal 
4. have you ever had a penpal? 
In elementary school at some point. 
5. are you single or in a relationship?  
Single. 
6. what colour are your eyes? 
They change with what I where, but somewhere between blue and hazel. 
7. what is your favourite word? 
Defenestration (def. The act of throwing someone out a window.)
8. do you play any instruments?

Guitar and piano. (Also singing if that counts)
9. what is your favourite colour? 
Blue and silver
10. do you have any nicknames?

I’ve used Bladeghost for years for games and discord and what not, so “Blade” has been a name a lot of friends have or still call me that. And a few rock stereotype names, (like Tom Petty, VanHalen, Metallica, etc) because of my hair and being a musician lol. 
11. what is your favourite flower? 

Any that don’t murder my sinuses, but also Orchids they’re a really cool. 
12. what qualities do you find attractive in a person? 
Showing passion towards things they find important. Being funny/dorky/aloof. Being trustworthy. 
13. do you have any pets? 

A dog named Tootsie that makes up 99% of my snapchats that aren’t food. She’s the goofiest little dog ever and I love her. 
14. have you ever travelled outside of your home country? 
Ya, only one place so far which was Aruba. But I really wanna go to more places, I’d really like to go to Europe someday. 
15. what language(s) do you speak? 
English and some broken German, enough to ask some basic questions.
16. who was your first crush?

Oof, I’m gonna answer from during Highschool because I can’t even remember that type of thing from before. And it was my friend Cynthia. 
17. do you wear glasses? 
Yup, haven’t met a person with worse eyes then me to date! Rip. Though I am having surgery in a month that is going to fix my eyes so I will hopefully be able to see perfectly afterwards. 
18. what is your favourite pastry? 
Cinnamon Rolls or Brownies 
19. do you prefer swimming in a pool or in the ocean? 
Pool. 
20. bright, dark, or pastel colours? 
Dark colors. I’ll wear black till they make something darker. 
21. what is your favourite social media app? 
Is Youtube considered social media? Because I spend like 20+ hours a week listening or watching youtube… If not then Tumblr.
22. what is your sexuality?

Straight
23. do you have any siblings?

Ya, I have one brother that’s 10 months younger then me. (born in the same year)
24. what is your favourite scent? 
New leather or plastic. Its just like a pleasant smell. 
25. where do you want to travel to? 
Europe, especially England and Ireland. Also Germany. 
26. what is your favourite film? 
Lord of the Rings (the extended versions) because me and my brother will sit and watch all 3 over the course of 10 hours in one sitting. 
27. who do people say you look like?

Rockstar/Viking/Thor Some variation of someone with long hair lol. 
28. who is your best friend? 
Andrew
29. what is your dream job? 
Honestly I don’t just have one job, I love creating things, whether its cosplay, props, metal working, wood working, music and/or recording, editing and directing videos. All of it I just love and my dream would be to be able to be in a position professionally to be able to do any and all when the inspiration strikes. It may seem a tad unrealistic, but as long as I am creating all the time then I will be happy. 
30. do you know how to drive? 
Yes.
31. who is/was your favourite teacher? 

My percussion director from my highschool. He was and is an amazing teacher who just embodies the passion he has for music, preforming, and teaching. My respect for him has only grown after all the years I have worked with him since highschool. 
32. are you a feminist? 
Yes!
33. what is your zodiac sign? 
Capricorn
34. do you enjoy reading? 
I do, though I haven’t had a ton of time for it for a while, and I don’t always have the patience to sit and read. But! I have recently gotten into audio books so I’ve been starting to get through quite a few books once again.
35. do you have any hidden talents? 
Hidden, not really. A few I don’t show a whole lot, like singing. Or like a weird one is I can drink a whole bottle of water in 6-8secs lol 
36. have you ever dyed your hair? 
Yes! I have dyed it silver, with the roots being black. It’s currently faded to a kinda white with a hint of blonde and my nature blonde has been growing in, which has actually been fading into everything decently. 
37. what is your favourite thing in your bedroom? 
A wood box full of Zelda trinkets/emblems, that were a gift from one of best friends. 
38. what is your biggest fear? 
Not accomplishing anything. 
39. can you whistle?

Yes
40. do you make your bed every day? 
Nahhhhhh…
41. do you have any tattoos and/or piercings? 
No, though I am interested in getting a few tattoos at some point. 
42. have you ever been on a roller coaster? 

Yep.
43. surfing or skateboarding? 
I have done neither, surfing I think would be more interesting to me. But I’m gonna say skiing because I am actually very good at that! (FIGHT ME)
44. are you a dog or a cat person?

Cats are great, but I am definitely more of a dog person. Though I would love to have both when I have my own place.

45. what is your favourite animal? 
Dragons. (Wait real? Shit. Ummm… puppies)
46. do you have a skincare routine? 
Not really, just shower every day lol.
47. what time do you typically go to bed at and what time do you wake up at? 

I don’t. What is sleep? Usually, sometime between 2-4 am for going to bed. And waking up between 10-11am.
48. what is your favourite memory? 

Sappy shit with a friend x//x

49. how tall are you? 
6’3”
50. what is the best gift you’ve ever received? 
Idk… I don’t think I can pick one and I’m really thankful to have enough great people in my life that I can say that. 
51. do you have a garden?
No.
52. do you like bugs? 
Not really but I tolerate them and respect them, unless they’re in my room. 
53. what is your natural hair colour? 

Blonde
54. what is your favourite food and drink?

Cheeseburger or chicken tenders with honey mustard. It’s a tie because I will get both most of the time rofl. And Cherry vanilla coke. 
55. do you want kids?

I am fairly in the middle on this, definitely not right now. 
56. what is/was your favourite class?

BAAAAAAAAAAAND
57. what colour shirt are you wearing?

Black
58. if you could time travel, what year would you go to and why? 
Ummm. When ever our next technological revolution for our planet it. 1 because forward presents less probs then back and 2 because there would be some amazing stuff if we made it long!

59. what is your skin colour?
Pale af. 
60. hugs or kisses? 
Hugs
61. have you ever drunk alcohol? 

Yes
62. have you ever done drugs?

No
63. netflix or youtube?
Youtube!

I’d like to tag: @wearywithoutsleep @arachno-va if you are up for it! Np if not 😁

[hergalaxyperfection]

Roses Were Red: Chapter 1

Chapter One: Start Quote

“I used to have a fear that I would never find love. I used to be afraid that I would be alone forever, with my fifteen cats of course. I’m not sure if that fear has gone away now, but hey, shrug.

I met her.

I know that sounds stupid. ‘She changed my life forever’ stupid, but it’s true. She was a true rose in a patch of daisies. I remember what she looked like the day I met her. She wore a red velvet button up skirt and a mustard yellow sweater. Her wavy auburn hair pulled up in  what she called a messy bun. It suited her. That was the first time I saw her, in her parents’ flower shop, Flowers For Few. She stood behind the register far-outdoing the beauty of the carnations and yarrows. I was too blinded by anger to realize her beauty at the time, instead, I ungracefully slapped a twenty on the counter and said:

“How do you passive-aggressively say  ‘fuck you’ in flower?”

And this was my first hello.

She laughed. An airy and cheery laugh.

“Well,” she spoke sweeter than honey on a plate of sugar. “You’ll need some geraniums for stupidity, foxglove for insecurity, meadowsweet for uselessness.”

She gracefully waltzed around the shop, plucking flowers from pots and bringing them back to the counter as she explained the meaning of each. “How about some yellow carnations that say ‘You have disappointed me’ and some orange lilies for hatred to top it off?”

I nodded and watched as she wrapped them in paper and arranged the pissed off plants in a way that would make them look less tragic. I watched her swipe the bill off the counter and put it into the register. She handed me the hateful bouquet of seething beauty.

“Thanks,” I said plainly as I turned to leave.

She stopped me from moving very far, “Who’s it for?”

“My algebra teacher. She’s truly a person to despise. A disgrace to humanity.”

She giggled at that. “Mrs. Dawson?”

I nodded and turned back to see her leaning on the counter with her elbows. Her glasses slid down her nose as gravity took a loose hold of them. “You’ve had her?”

“Yeah. She’s great,” she agreed, sarcasm dripping from the words.

I grunted a response, turning to leave again. Again she stopped me.

“I’m Primrose. Primrose Di Angelo.”

I turned back to her, “That’s pretty too.”

Her eyebrows furrowed and she stood up again, no longer leaning on the counter. She looked at me with curiosity and a slight smile on her lips. “Too?”

“Yes. Too.” I said. “A pretty name for a pretty girl. See you around Angel.”

And I left with that. I replayed the interaction in my mind all the way to high school. My footsteps keeping my racing thoughts in check and the flowers filling my head with anger again. How could she fail me on the final? I was the best student to her.

I pushed open the door and was greeted by Felix. He gave me an odd look for the flowers. I gave him no explanation. Together we walked to Mrs. Dawson's classroom for the dreaded first period. I later found out that she was allergic to the pollen in those plants, and that almost made the hateful gift just that much sweeter.

I didn’t think about Miss Primrose Di Angelo for about three days after that less than ideal incident at the flower shop. It took three days for me to remember her pretty face and her auburn hair that seemed to have a mind of its own with the way it would stick out in any direction. It took three days for me to bump into her at school and three days more to realize she was in my spanish class.

The amount of time I would stare at her, mesmerized by her gorgeous nature, is almost sad. I mean, she was worth all the dreamy looks in my eyes and the hopeful stares on my face, but I literally couldn’t look away.

I spoke to her for the first time in almost a week, and it wasn’t my choice either. My spanish teacher, Mr. Kane decided it was a good idea to stick the daydreamer and the girl he was daydreaming about together for a group project. And in February, of all months. Even better, the week of Valentine’s day.

“Hola!” I said to her.

She nodded her head. “Hi. Y’know we can speak english right now right?”

I gave her a blank look and said: “I’m trying to impress you with my language of love skills.”

She gave a laugh. Her shoulders shook slightly as she shook her head. It was an airy light laugh, but I came to love it. I wanted to hear it every waking moment and I wanted to be the cause of such an amazingly sweet laugh or a cute giggle. I wanted her to never stop laughing and always have a reason to laugh, but now…

I sat back in the school’s chair and sighed happily. I went through the paper and read the project guidelines. It was to visit a place somewhere close, maximum driving distance three hours, and describe it in detail in a spanish paper. Two pages in length and turn it it by April 20th.

“Where do you want to go?” She asked.

I looked at her and said nothing. Her hair was down today and was perfectly calm, but messy, and her clothes were wrinkled and straight. The colors of them matched her freckles that were strewn haphazardly across her slightly hooked nose. Her orphic brown eyes speckled with golden hints when the light fled through the classroom window were entrancing.

“Hello?” Primrose questioned waving her hand in front of my face.

I blinked in surprise and mumbled a sorry. I heard her giggle as I looked back down to the paper on my desk. “Um.. Where do you want to go?”

“I just asked you that.”

I could only manage a soft and embarrassed, “Oh.”

“Why don’t we go to Chicago? That’s only what? Two hours away?”

I nodded, to Chicago it was.

I received her phone number and email so we could make a Chicago day trip plan to have ready for the weekend.

\\\\\

The trip to Chicago was one to never forget for many reasons. One: Primrose and I were going with a couple of friends, Two: We were going to visit several different places in a twenty-four hour time span, Three: No parents to tell us what to do.

I said goodbye to my family that morning and promised Oliver and Poppy I’d get them some souvenirs. They couldn’t stop requesting what they wanted, but I told them I’d surprise them.

This was also the first time I saw Primrose’s parents. Her father, Marco Di Angelo is a very traditional Italian man. He also looked like an Italian Mafia man: slick black hair, on the shorter side, but with lots of intimidating muscles. He was nice after I got to know him though. He owned half the flower shop with Primrose’s mother, Mamrie Rhodes.

I knocked on the door of the well- looked after home and he answered in his robe. The hairs on his chest made the hairs on the back of my head stand up. He didn’t say anything, just raised his eyebrows at me.

“Um.. I’m here to pick up Primrose. We’re doing a spanish project together and need to get going if we’re going to do all the things we had planned, sir,” I explained.

“I’ll get her for you,” he spoke softly like Primrose did and closed the door.

I waited on the porch for several minutes. Felix was staring at me from the window of the pickup truck. He kept tapping his wrist where a watch should be, but wasn’t. I gave him the finger.

The door opened a second later and i could hear the blood rush through me and my heart start to pound for two different reasons: Primrose Di Angelo and getting caught by her dad, giving the peace sign with one finger down. I immediately recovered and turned to see Primrose holding two bags as her friend ran back inside the house shouting that she forgot to pack tampons.

“Lemme take those for you,” I smiled as a greeting to her, my arms out willing to receive the bags.

She gratefully piled the bags onto my arms and I stumbled my way to my truck and put them in the back. Felix popped out to help me lift them. Before the girls came to the truck, Felix looked at me sternly.

“Tap that,” he commanded.

And disappeared before I could say that love doesn’t equal sex.

“This is Linden Love,” Primrose said as she gestured to me. “And this is Bethany Chase.” She said as she gestured to the tampon girl.

“Neat,” I said as I opened the car door for them to slide in.

As the girls slide into the back seat of the pickup, I heard my name called by Primrose’s father. I went over to him and he hit me with a stern look.

“Keep her safe, no funny business, and treat her well. Also her favorite ice cream is mint chocolate chip.”

He closed the door on me after that brief and uncomfortable conversation. I thought the ice cream flavor was a weird bit of information at the time, but I understood later why he had told me.

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Author here! :)

This is an original work and I would really appreciate any love that can be given. I really hope this is enjoyable. More to come. 

[lansdellicious]

Brewdock Raises The Bar

The metropolitan St. John's area is home to more than half the province's population, but by national standards it's pretty small: about a quarter of a million people. Given that, the number of restaurants that have succeeded (or at least endured) here is impressive. Even more impressive is the fact that new ones are still opening up, like Brewdock on Duckworth Street. Helmed by Chef Christopher Mercer and with an impressive team in the kitchen, Brewdock promises a vast selection of local craft beers and food to go with them. We were lucky enough to get invited to one of the soft open events, with a limited menu, on Saturday. The restaurant opens to the public on Thursday 22 April.

Lots of restaurants give you bread and butter (or vinaigrette) on arrival. Brewdock took that to another level, not just with popcorn (not pictured because, well, it's popcorn) but also with this plate. Delicious bread with mixed seasoned nuts and an olive antipasto plate that had some intense flavours. The curious decision to use olives that still had their pits was a little off-putting (especially the first one...) but the sheer flavour here was impressive. This might be a menu item for purchase (instead of complimentary) once it's open, but it was a really nice start.

The dishes available on Saturday were all small plates, and came out tapas-style. This pairs perfectly with the concept of a beer bar that serves elevated food to go with it. The "grazing" style of eating makes you want to stay a while and chat with friends. And friends, if you order nothing else on the menu you need this hanger steak with smoky chimichurri. Seared carne asada style to the perfect doneness, the flavour on this was immense. The ability to get such a wonderful char on the outside while keeping the middle close to rare is a great display of skill, and makes the dish on its own. The chimichurri is good, but was a little vinegar-forward in places. A stronger parsley presence might have helped that. It was such a minor thing though that this might have been the best thing we tried all night.

The steak is served with a chopped salad that was way better than any chopped salad has any right to be. Crunch from the nuts, sweetness from the crispy scallions on top, freshness from the iceberg lettuce, acidity and creaminess from the dressing...just a wonderful accompaniment. I think I even detected some banana peppers in there, though not enough to amp up the heat level.

The smoked knackwurst with sauerkraut and mustard was fine, but the least impressive dish on the night. The sausage itself was definitely smoky, and had a hint of garlic, but I would have preferred a harder sear on the outside to impart another layer of flavour. The sauerkraut was very mild in some places, which was a little strange. I know caraway is a traditional addition, but as a person who strongly dislikes it I found it detracted. The mustard was also a little strong for me, but that's again a personal preference. Not a bad dish, just maybe not for me.

One of my favourite things I have ever tried was a burnt ends poutine at a BBQ joint in Verdun, Quebec. Since then I have always ordered burnt ends any time I see them, and I am rarely disappointed. The streak continues here, as these were very good. Cooked perfectly so they were still soft and moist but with an exterior that you would expect from burnt ends. The downside here was the sauce. It was delicious. sweet and smoky and rich, but that was also its detraction - it was so rich that eating more than a few of these was a challenge. The sauce is advertised as smoky maple, but I had a hard time picking up a maple flavour as opposed to a generic sweetness. Maybe a little lighter hand on the sauce would improve this as a dish to have solo, but as it stands I recommend sharing it.

Sarah really wanted to try the eggplant flatbread, not something I would have ordered for myself but definitely something I was interested in tasting. Walnuts and honey worked well to offset the harissa, but there was a cumin undertone to the dish that occasionally came on too strong. The eggplant carried the grill char very well, but the walnuts weren't quite enough to add texture when the bread and eggplant are both soft. I think a stronger herby element (like more basil) would have improved the dish even more.

We finished off with this gluten-free carrot cake with caramel ice cream. The cake was insanely moist, and the mint on top was a really nice addition that added a different flavour from the usual carrot cake profile. Sarah was more critical here than I was, pointing out (correctly) that the cake was not as heavily spiced as most are. It was also hard to tell that the icing was a cream cheese icing, as it was considerably thinner and less tart than usual. Worked for me, but others might enjoy that aspect. The ice cream was good, not sure if it was in-house but I thought it could have done with a stronger caramel flavour.

Overall this was a tremendous start for a new place. I eagerly await the full menu, but there was enough on this one that I would go back just to try some of it again. Even the misses were mostly down to personal preference. If you want some elevated small plates in a place to drink beer and chat with friends, Brewdock should be at the top of your list.

[boymeetsweevil]

Hi! I have a bts request! so the "prompt" is y/n were love at first sight for him, but y/n's life motto is "love is blind" because y/n is actually blind. this is just for fun, but I'd really like to read your take on it!! you can pick any of the boys. :)

Hey Anon! I hope this is okay, its not exactly like your prompt but I enjoyed writing it :)

“How’s it going?” Jin brings up his notepad and pencil to take your lunch order.

“It’s good. I’m in the mood for a sandwich, though. What’s the sandwich special  today?”

“It’s a turkey club,” he says and watches as your lip curls a little, “but I can take out the extra slice if you want.”

“Yes, please. Oh, can you put extra mustard on it?”

“You and your mustard. You’re number 12. Do you want me to bring it to the table or are you gonna come get it? Maybe Jojo can get it?” He flicks his eyes over briefly to the dog resting by your book bag.

“I’ll get it.” Jin nods, satisfied with your answer and begins to prep your order.

You sit back down at your usual table and pull out your work. With the due date for your art history research paper quickly approaching, you throw yourself into your reading. It’s not until you feel Jin’s hand gently pat you on the shoulder that you finally lift your finger off the page you were just scanning. He places the deli-style basket in front of you and chuckles at your surprised expression.

“You must be working hard. I called your name 4 times and you still didn’t come up to the counter.”

“Sorry,” you say, and lift your head to offer a sheepish smile.

“It’s okay. Just don’t make me come from behind the counter again, or I’m taking the sandwich back.” You nod seriously and move your work to the side so you can eat.

True to his word, Jin put extra mustard on the sandwich. You can feel it oozing out from the bread and smearing a little on your cheeks. Just as you’re about to reach for the napkins Jin always tucks next to the basket you feel someone jostle the table as they sit down opposite you. Your napkins flutter down somewhere underneath the table and you turn towards them with thinly veiled annoyance.

“Crap, sorry. Is someone sitting here? It looked empty and the rest of the tables are full.” You cock your head at the pleasant, albeit frantic, voice and marvel at the dark shadow before you. It shifts before the voice says, “I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

You quickly take note of which side he seems to be extending from before sticking your own hand out and telling him your name. When your hand grazes his, you feel a spark run up your arm and go straight to your gut. His hand shifts to complete the handshake and wraps around yours entirely, grip snug and skin soft and warm. When he pulls away, his fingers seem to drag against the sensitive skin of your palm. You fight a shiver.

“You, uh, have some stuff,” he says and points at his face to show you where the mustard stains your complexion. You smile bashfully and pat around the surface of the table when you don’t find your napkins under the basket.

Jungkook’s forehead wrinkles as he looks on in confusion. You’re searching the table for napkins but it’s clear you’re not really paying attention because if you were, you would see that the napkins are on the ground next to the paws of the sleeping dog under the table wearing an official-looking harness. Oh, he thinks. That makes more sense.

“Excuse me,” he says as you continue to lift up your books and slide your hand underneath them to find the disappeared napkins. You lift your head to face in his direction and he has to stop himself from instinctively pointing down at the ground. “Your napkins are on the ground. By your foot, about 30 centimeters to your right.

“Oh, thank you. They must have blown away,” you say and you carefully lean down and lightly skim your hand out the right distance until you feel thin paper. You proceed to wipe your mouth until you think you got all the mustard. “Better?” You turn your head so he can see both of your cheeks.

“Better.”

You finish your sandwich and check your side of the table for any trash before getting up to the trashcan nearest to you. When you come back, the table is silent for a few beats.

“Um, let me know if this is out of line, but can you, um, are you–”

“Blind? Yes.” You listen to the somewhat relieved sigh he releases. The splotch of his shadow sinks a little as he slouches in his chair.

“I think I knew, but I wasn’t completely sure. And then I saw the harness on your dog and I realized.”

“You’re very observant. I guess you must not be blind, then?”

“Yeah, but my older brother, Taehyung, is blind, so maybe I can tell a little better than most other people.”

“I see, “ you hum. You try not to dwell on the fact that Jeon Jungkook is making a wonderful first impression on you terribly quickly. “Well, I hate to seem asocial, but I have a research paper for my art history class due soon and I need to go do some heavy reading. But you’re free to continue working at my table as long as you like today.”

“Your table?” There’s the sound of a grin in his voice and you can’t help but mirror it back. Somehow his voice tinged with smile sounds better than almost all the other voices you’ve heard before.

“Yes, my table. This is my latest lunch spot when I don’t go home to cook.”

He raises his eyebrows. “You cook?”

“Surprised?”

“A little,” he says and there’s that smile again. If you could, you would fill your bathtub with the mellifluous sound and gladly sink into it.

“Well, see you later, Jungkook.” You chuckle at your own joke and grab Jojo’s leash before telling him you’re going home.

2 days later, you groggily walk into the lecture hall and sit in your usual spot at the front row of the class. In your zombie-like grasp is the damn research paper that’s been keeping you cooped up in your apartment for the last 36 hours. You know it’s decent because you did a lot of prep, but you were distracted while writing, which is unusual for you. The familiar tinkle of Jojo’s harness as he circles a spot on the carpet next to you is drowned out by the the professor beginning to lecture. You type on your keyboard, having no trouble keeping up with the slow drawl of the content.

About 10 minutes into class, you hear the door at the back of the auditorium entering and a few late students trickle in as quietly as possible. You’re startled sound of a chair being dragged out next to you.

“I haven’t seen you at the cafe. I was wondering if I scared you off,” says a quiet whisper from beside you. Even after only 3 days, you’d recognize that honeyed voice anywhere. You wonder how and why Jungkook has magically materialized in your Art History lecture as you continue to type.

“What, are you stalking me now?” He grins and shakes his head.

“No. That was my subtle way of saying that the table near the window you love so much is mine now.” You whip your head around drastically so he can see the dramatic expression on your face.

“If you think I’m not going to take back what’s rightfully mine, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“Be my guest,” he says simply. You wonder when the last time was that you got along so well with a guy like this. A seeing one, no less. Where all the other guys who attempted to court you failed, Jungkook seemed to pass with flying colors. The silence the two of you slip into is surprisingly companionable, and the lecture doesn’t seem to drag on as long as it usually does.

“So,” you say once the professor dismisses the class, “what are you doing here in History 45?”

“I didn’t tell you? I’m in this class too.”

“Why didn’t you mention it when I was talking about the research paper at the cafe?”

“Guess I was distracted,” he says quietly. There’s a smile in his voice this time, but there’s something else there too. You feel an embarrassed grin grow on your own face. He’s too smooth, you think to yourself.

The next day you spend a little too much time getting ready. You worry that you’re sprayed on too much perfume, but you figure that you’re fine since Jojo isn’t sneezing as he walks with you into the lecture hall once more. When you approach your spot, you hear quiet humming. Jungkook is silent as you sit down and get ready for class. The humming gets replaced by pencil tapping and you wonder why he still hasn’t said anything. Things were going so well yesterday.

About halfway through the lecture Jungkook slides an index card underneath that hand you have resting on the table, waiting while the professor deals with computer trouble.

“What is this,” you hiss.

“Read it.”

You’re confused for a second until you run your fingers over the underside of the card and feel familiar bumps. You flip it over quickly and glide your index finger across the words. Jungkook watches you quietly, though unabashedly, completely ignoring his notes. His blood is rushing in his ears, but when you duck your head and smile, he feels like he did something right.

“I smell ‘NECI’?”

“What?”

“You wrote N-E-C-I,” you say quietly now that the professor has started up lecturing again. Jungkook sighs for a long while.

“It was supposed to say ‘you smell nice’.”

“I figured as much,” you smirk. Jungkook nods once and goes back to taking notes while berating himself for always mixing up E and I.

At the end of class, you say goodbye quietly and leave him while he’s still packing up. There’s a small piece of scrap paper on your spot at the table that he picks up thinking its trash until he sees a series of dots similar to the ones he painstakingly imprinted on his note to you. He ends up staying in the lecture hall for 20 minutes after class lets out trying to decipher what you’ve written. In the end he realizes you wrote, “U sound NECI” followed by a string of numbers. It takes him another 5 minutes to realize you’re letting him text you.

Later that evening, you sit in your apartment with your hands wrapped around a steaming mug of tea. Your phone chimes before reading the notification out loud.

“Hey, its Jungkook. Thanks for giving me your number,” the tinny computer voice reads.

From then on, you text back and forth nearly every day. He sends you riddles because you mentioned you love them and you send him audio clips of Jojo barking the ABCs.

“What are you doing tonight,” Jungkook asks right when you pull your chair out so you can sit down next to him.

“Hello to you too.”

“Hi. What are you doing tonight?”

“Well, I was hoping to get ahead on some readings and then maybe I was gonna watch some TV,” you say. One thing you like about Jungkook is that he gets you and doesn’t ask stupid questions like “You know what TV is?” The same couldn’t be said about some of your other classmates.

“You’re always ahead on work. Maybe you should come to the Bean at 9 tonight instead.”

“The Bean? What’s going on at the Bean? Are they having a sale on their shitty coffee? Or maybe Professor White is going to perform spoken word again for extra credit? Because I’m doing okay in this class and I don’t need the credit that badly.”

“No. My A Capella group is performing. And I may or may not have a solo.”

“Do you mean the solo you’ve been whining about for the past 2 weeks?”

“Yes, exactly. Don’t you want to know if I’m any good at singing?”

“I don’t know,” you drawl, “Your normal voice is pretty annoying already. I can’t imagine what your singing must sound like.”

“Don’t lie, you love my voice,” he snarks back. Little does he know, that’s true.

“I mean, I would come. But Jojo doesn’t really know where the Bean is and I haven’t been there in a while.”

“No problem, I’ll pick you up. Just text me your address and I’ll come get you before the show.”

“Isn’t that bad luck or something?”

“I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself. Wait till we get married to start worrying about bad luck.” You chuckle awkwardly and try to push down thoughts of coming home to Jungkook every night.

When Jungkook rings your doorbell later, you open the door in what seems like record time. But that’s just because you got ready early and have been standing by the front door since then.

“Hi.”

“Hey. Are you ready? My friend has the car runnning downstairs.

Jungkook’s friend is named Yoongi. He’s a bit older than you both but seems nice enough. You feel a bit like a third wheel as Yoongi and Jungkook chatter in the front seat and you wish you had Jojo with you. Yoongi offers up his elbow after you get out the car and you take it even though you could probably get to the door from memory of the layout of the coffeeshop. He doesn’t make awkward small talk, though. For that, you are grateful. The coffee shop seems moderately packed judging by the slew of different voices, and from the volume of the MC introducing the first group, you figure Yoongi sat you both near the stage.

The first group is a girl’s group and they sound really nice. Yoongi claps a little louder than necessary and gives a few rowdy shouts when the set is over.

“Was your girlfriend in that group?”

“N-no. Just a friend from work,” he sputters too quickly. You raise an incredulous eyebrow and he responds with a muttered ‘she’s not my girlfriend, ok?’

A few acts later the MC announces the all-boys group from Bangtan University and you perk up in your chair and turn to hear the music better. The first few songs are very upbeat and whoever is rapping is surprisingly good. It’s been 3 songs and just when you’re about to wonder when Jungkook’s solo will be you hear him clear his throat near the microphone.

“Hi, I’m Jungkook. I normally don’t do stuff like this but, uh, this next song goes out to someone here. She knows who she is. Thanks for coming.”

Your breath hitches and there are a few catcalls in the audience before the sound of an acoustic guitar washes over you. The song is like a distant memory, definitely something you’ve heard before while mindlessly listening to Top 40s radio. It never sounded this good, though. Although his voice is a bit high, Jungkook is definitely a crooner. During the pleading verses of the song, Jungkook’s voice is breathy and sweet, before transitioning smoothly into something deeper and richer in the lines of the chorus that demand love from a faceless somebody.

The sound of your own applause surprises you, but it doesn’t stand out too much under the sea of the rest of the audience’s applause. You slip out of the chair and excuse yourself. Luckily, you remember the way out and the people in the audience part fairly quickly when they see your distinctive cane. You lean on the wall outside the coffee shop and breathe deeply for what seems like the first time in a while. Crowds don’t really bother you much, but the idea that such a song, such a performance, could be just for you made you feel light-headed.

Dating isn’t a foreign concept to you, but you’ve always felt a little guarded with guys, both blind and seeing. Being vulnerable in more than one sense terrifies you. While the idea of doing so with Jungkook is still frightening, its also an exhilarating one.

“Are you okay?” You jump a little and Jungkook mutters a small apology before leaning on the wall next to you.

“I’m fine, just needed some fresh air.”

“I’m sorry if I forced you to come tonight. I know coming to venues like this aren’t everyone’s thing, and I don’t even know if you like this sort of music. I just–I don’t know. Sorry.”

“Jungkook, what are you talking about. The music was more than fine. You guys especially were so great.”

“Really?” You can hear the sound of his shy smile bleeding into his voice.

“Yes. The solo was really amazing. Your voice is amazing.” He’s silent for a few beats and you turn unconsciously to make sure he didn’t just leave.

“It was for you, you know.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“What’s your response, then? To the whole thing, I mean.”

“Honestly, I don’t know what to think. You’re a really great guy, but I feel like I have to ask. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Of course it is,” he spits out, “Are you–do you not want this with me?”

“All I did was ask you a question. Don’t get angry with me.”

“I’m not angry. But why would you answer my question with another question? It seems like you’re just trying to let me down easy.”

“I’m not letting you down, goddamnit. I’m just trying to make sure that you know I’m not some fairy tale.

“And I’m not some dainty, kind-hearted princess with a tragic flaw, either. My blindness won’t go away because you like me. I want to make sure you’re in this for you, not because it makes you feel like a good person.

“I’ve met guys like that. Hot, cool guys who think that the last thing they need to be perfect is the ultimate show of their conscience and moral high ground. They think dating me is the solution. But when they realize I’m the same as every other person because I have a spine and I talk back and I get needy sometimes, they want to break up. Suddenly, I’m ‘too good for them’ and they leave just like that. I just want to make sure you know who I am.”

“Really? After months of being friends? Do I really seem like I could be that guy? ”

“People always seem nice when you have something they want and you haven’t told them no yet.”

You feel his hand reach brush against your hesitantly before bringing it up to lay against the side of his neck. With his hand guiding yours, he maps out the planes of his face. You’re about to berate him for being cliche, for thinking that you’d want to “see his face with your hands” just because you’re blind when you feel the smooth skin of his cheek quickly turn rough and raised.

No longer waiting for him to tell you where to go, you bring your finger up to trace the edges of the large scar that goes from the center of his cheek up over the bridge of his nose and across his forehead to get lost in his hairline.

“What?” You’re at a loss for words. It’s unclear to you what he wants you to know.

“I’m not one of those ‘hot guys’ and I’m not trying to beef up my ‘nice guy’ resume. I like you because you’re nice and funny and smart and pretty. And because you make me feel…desirable. No one has ever made me feel that way,” he sniffs. You bring your thumb up to the skin of his eye and wipe at a stray tear. “I really like you, and I don’t know if this ruins your idea of me, but I just wanted you to know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what? You didn’t do anything,” He sniffs a little, but his voice sounds clearer and less clogged with emotion.

“For assuming the worst of you. For making you think I was trying to skirt around your confession and reject you.”

“Are you rejecting me?”

“No,” you whisper.

He takes a step to get rid of the distance between you and crushes you to him in a tight embrace. You drop your cane in your surprise and rush to wrap your arms around him. It feels exceptionally good to hold someone, and you realize you missed the feeling.

“I guess the show is over,” you say as you hear people start to pour out of the coffee shop and disperse into the street. “Do you want to come to my place? I make really good hot chocolate.”

“Do you put booze in yours?” He bends to hand you your cane and you wrap a hand around his bicep once he’s back in your space.

“Of course I do, that’s why it’s really good.”

“I’d like to go if you don’t mind the company. I might not leave once we get there, though,” he says. You bite your lip when you realize he’s being greasy on purpose.

“As long as you pay rent, I don’t care”. When you get to the car, you realize you’ve slid into the passenger’s seat. “Where’s Yoongi?”

“I just picked him up on the way over to get you since this is my car and he doesn’t have his own. But I think he’s going home with Sungmi.”

“Who’s Sungmi?”

“She was at the show. She performed in that girl group. I think she’s his work friend.”

“Sounds like that will change after tonight, though.”

“Let’s hope. He’s such a hypocrite. He wants to make fun of me for talking about you, but she’s all he ever thinks about.”

“You talk about me to your friends?”

“Of course I do,” he says quietly.

“This is my apartment,” you say as you open the front door, feeling somewhat shy now that he’s in your home. The apartment is set up just the way you like it with everything in its place and the right number of steps away so that you can get around easily enough. But that means it probably isn’t set up like a standard apartment. He brushes off your worries and follows you around the house.

You do end up making hot chocolate in your spacious kitchen, but Jungkook hovers so closely behind you that you almost spill the batch. So you make him sit by the island. He whines like a kicked puppy, but quickly drops the act when you sit a deep mug on the counter for him with a can of whipped cream.

It’s a particularly strong batch because he bumped your elbow when you were adding the whiskey, so you both end up lazily entangled in each other on your bed under the guise of watching TV. Instead of watching whatever was on your DVR, you swap secrets. With your hand threaded through his hair and his warm breaths on your neck you tell him the abridged version of why you’re able to afford such a nice apartment as a student. He tightens his grip on your waist and buries his face in your collar when you tell him about how your doctor ruined your routine eye surgery in both eyes and how the settlement money will continue to burn a hole in your pocket for the years to come.

In exchange, he tells you how he got his scar with his eyes closed, marveling at the feeling of your finger tracing the roughened skin. One night while he was in the car with Taehyung, his dad got in a collision with a drunk driver. His dad, miraculously got out with a bad concussion, but Taehyung got the short end of the stick and lost his eyes due to flying glass fragments. Jungkook got stuck somewhere in the middle with his large scar. You press tiny kisses against the skin and he shivers before telling you that he’s still sensitive to this day. You pull him on top of you and kiss him until you’re both breathless and you can no longer taste the hot chocolate you drank earlier.

When you wake up the next morning, you’re slightly disappointed to see that you slept with your pants on, though you’re missing a bra. The hot chocolate didn’t quite give you a hangover, but you’re a little dizzy as you reach out to look for Jungkook. The other half of the bed is empty, but still warm, which is a good sign. Your full bladder brings you quickly to the bathroom before you really have time to register that Jungkook is using your shower.

Even with the hot water running full blast, and the toilet now flushing, his voice is clear and high as he riffs along another unfamiliar song.

“Jungkook?” He gives a shout before dropping something, probably the shampoo bottle he was singing into, and pokes his head out from behind the glass sliding door.

“Good morning,” he says lowly as he takes in your bed head and rumpled clothes.

“What’s up?” The sound of the water ends abruptly and you hear his wet feet smack on the tile.

“Can you tell me where I can find a towel?” Your eyes widen as you realize he’s standing before you, naked, and you turn around quickly.

“I-I think they’re in the linen closet. I’ll go check,” you say shakily and try to leave the bathroom as quickly as possible. He grabs you by the wrist and spins you to him so that his front soaks through the back of your wrinkled blouse and pants.

“Don’t you have to shower too,” he says, practically purring in your ear. His nose nudges the shell of your ear and when he pulls away and drop of water slides down your neck and disappears under your collar.

“I guess I can, now that you’re done.”

“You’ll need someone to get your back, though, right?” You spin around in his grip so you can glide your hands down his back to tweak the perky globe of his ass.

“I really don’t, but you can come in and watch if you want,” you press a chaste kiss to the damp skin of his pectoral. He sighs contentedly and turns the water back on. His gaze is sweet and dark as he watches you shed your layers quickly.

“You can shampoo my hair while you’re at it.”