#i brought sour gummy worms i hope i can eat them

[fairylightspml]

i’m about to see The Substance and can’t stop thinking about how phil said he shouldn’t have watched it while eating a hotdog….should i be concerned

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Noona, Do You Not Like Younger Men? (Choi San+Jung Wooyoung)

Pairing: Choi San× Milf! Reader (Female)× Jung Wooyoung

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Idol AU.

Summary: Maybe going over to pester their favorite manager during her vacation wasn't such a bad idea, especially if it ends up with them getting what they always fantasized about every night.

Word Count: 4.2+K

Warnings: Age differences (still within legal boundaries), breast play including titty fucking (yeah I'm aware some of us don't have huge tits, I'm part of that squad but we can dream ok?) fingering, m+f+m threesome, ass grinding, spanking, degradation.

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @deja-vux @daniblogs164 @brie02 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny

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Y/N's eyes squinted at the two younger males who casually showed up at her home, uninvited and already letting themselves in as if they owned the place.

"Hi Noona. Did you miss us?" The older one of the two squished her cheeks together, earning him a slap on his wrist, which he did not appreciate.

"Aww Noona, now look what you've done. You made him sad." The other male pointed to the other's pout.

"Choi San and Jung Wooyoung, just what the hell do you think you're doing here?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Isn't it obvious? We came to keep you company!" San cheerfully exclaimed.

"We know you missed us so we decided to come over and spend time with our favorite manager." Wooyoung added as he went over to try and cling an arm around the older woman, but she brushed his hand away.

"Ok, in case you guys didn't know, I'm on vacation, a well needed vacation from my manager duties. Specifically from you two! You little brats who constantly give me migraines and high blood pressure. I got this vacation to get away from you both!"

The boys were taken aback by her outburst, looking back and forth between each other and then returned their faces back to her. Their somber and disappointed expressionism soon bursted out in laughter, confusing the woman in front of them.

"Oh Noona! You're so funny." San giggled.

"We know you love and adore us so much. And you're happy that we came to keep you company!" Against her will, and more since she was outnumbered, she let Wooyoung and San each take one of her arm and drag her over to the living room where they sat her down and started arranging the space so they could have a small movie day. Y/N let out slow and deep breaths as she tried not to lose her patience and just let the boys run around her house as they started putting the snacks they brought with them into bowls. She could hear them muttering angrily to each other from the kitchen, no doubt telling each other to be careful less they accidentally broke one of her plates. In less than 10 minutes, they had about  7 or 8 different bowls full of different snacks, ranging from crispy chips, to sour gummy worms and even different types of sweet chocolates.

"We even got mochi ice cream! Would you like some?" Wooyoung enthusiastically shoved the case that contained assorted flavors of the icy dessert.

Knowing she might as well enjoy the gluttonous snacks while she could, Y/N skimmed her hand over them and picked out one of the mint chocolate mochis and stuffed it in her mouth. Unbeknownst to her, the man on her right was staring at her with a wide smile as she ate the ice cream. When she noticed, she gave him a puzzled look and scooted further away from him.

"You chose the mint chocolate flavor." He giddily stated.

"Yes....any problem with that?" She questioned.

San emitted happy squeals at that.

"I love mint chocolate flavor too! Don't you see Noona? This further proves that were soulmates and destined to be together!"

Without even asking or warning, he snuggled himself against her, an arm around her waist as he used her chest as a makeshift pillow. Coming back from the kitchen, Wooyoung glared at San when he saw how close he was with their manager.

"Hey! No fair. Don't hog Noona up for yourself. We promised to share!" He quickly jumped on the other side and tried to tangle himself around her, proving to be difficult when San was pushing him away. Y/N ended up being pulled and tugged from both sides as the boys fought amongst themselves for her. Fed up with their antics, she reached her hands over and smacked both of their thighs sharply, making them retreat away from her less they suffered more physical pain from her.

"I want both of you to stay at least an arm's length away from me if you're planning to stay here and watch a movie. And absolutely under no circumstances do I want either of your mouths opening to sputter nonsense and annoy me further...Got it?!"

Both of the idols scooted to either ends of the couch, each grabbing a nearby cushion to keep them company and to protect them in case they furthered irritated their off duty manager. Y/N took a deep breath as she rubbed the side of her temples, letting the boys pick out which movie they wanted to watch. She probably wouldn't even enjoy the movie with the two rascals nearby, she thought to herself. Wooyoung and San settled for a cute looking movie, both of them hoping that the fluffy contents would soften up Y/N so they could cuddle up next to her once more. The woman however cringed when she saw the title.

"Ugh. Wake me up when whatever chick flick you chose is over." She settled back onto the couch, her eyes already closing.

"Aww come on Noona, give it a try. You might even like it." San suggested.

"Romantic movies have never been my type." She mumbled out, her hand reaching out to take some of the popcorn on the table to stuff in her mouth.

The movie played out exactly as she expected it to. Nothing short of all the typical cliches and stereotypes portrayed on every single romantic comedy made in existence. The boys would often look back at her every few minutes, their faces getting more and more discouraged when their manager didn't seem to be enjoying their company. It seemed that their plan to get close to her backfired as she was currently resting her chin on her palms, dozing off slowly while not paying one bit of attention on the screen in front of her.

"Told you to pick a scary movie." San complained to his friend.

"Your chicken ass can't even handle them." Wooyoung side eyed him.

"Yeah, but jump scares serve as an excuse to hug the person next to you." He tilted his head over to Y/N.

"Nice move, saying your plan out loud for her to hear. You dumbass."

Taking the pillow he had, San chucked it at Wooyoung, knocking the snacks he was currently eating onto the floor. Grabbing the pillow, he made move to throw it once more, but Y/N held a hand up.

"Throw that cushion and I will choke you Jung Wooyoung."

The warned boy immediately sat the cushion back down, setting his hands down on his lap.

"Please do...."

Y/N's half lidded eyes sprung wide open when she heard his whisper. Slowly she turned her head at him, of course Wooyoung noticed out of the corner of his eye and swallowed harshly. He didn't think she was paying attention enough to hear him, but she was. Wooyoung soon felt flushed as she eyed him with an indiscernible stare, trying desperately to focus his attention on the movie in front of him but the heavy weight of her stare kept burning through him. Seeing as he wasn't going to say or do anything else, Y/N decided it would be fun to tease him like he'd often tease her. Sliding on top of him, to the surprise of not only Wooyoung but his friend on the other side, Y/N hummed softly as her fingers ran up his chest.

"Please do what Wooyoung? Choke you? Is that what you want? Want my hand wrapped around that pretty of neck of yours?"

The flustered male shuddered when her fingers encapsulated over the front of his neck, lightly applying pressure against his Adam's apple with her palm.

"Oh someone likes this a little too much." She chuckled as she subtly rolled her hips on his tent that formed as soon as she touched him.

"Please Noona.." Wooyoung squirmed underneath her body, hips trying to grind up against hers.

"I barely did anything and you're already begging for me. You're an even bigger whore than I thought you were." She let out an annoyed 'tsk' as she slowly began to get off his lap.

When Wooyoung felt her detaching herself, his hands came out to clasp her waist, keeping her firmly planted on his lap.

"Yes I am, I'm such a whore for you Noona. But please don't leave me here like this." He whined at her, looking completely pitiful as his hands desperately tried to keep her from moving. Y/N reached a hand out to toss some of the hair away from his forehead, her mind already working on ways to play around with the young male. Noticing that his eyes kept falling towards her chest, she suddenly got an idea.

"You like my breasts Wooyoungie?"

Her question caught him off guard, eyes widening, looking like a deer caught in headlights, especially after she called him by his nickname. He was beyond flustered, unable to look up at his manager anymore.

"I asked you a question Wooyoungie and I expect an answer or else I'll leave you hanging there and make you watch as I play with Sannie instead."

The forgotten male beside them became excited at hearing her words, his hand rubbing against his inner thigh, slowly creeping up to the bulge in his pants. Tilting his chin up to look at her, Y/N repeated her question once more, expecting him to reply as it was his last chance.

"Y-yes. I like your breasts very much Noona." He finally admitted.

Satisfied at getting an answer, Y/N pulled away from Wooyoung so she could start removing her shirt, both boys watching her without batting an eyelash. When her bra dropped on the floor, they both stared in awe at her voluptuous chest, mouths agape and nearly drooling at the sight.

"Fuck, they're just-wow." San chimed in, tongue wetting the center of his lips.

"You like them too Sannie? I always thought you were more of an ass guy." She commented with a knowing smile, recalling all the times he'd come up behind her and greet her with a pat on her bum.

"Oh hell yeah I am, but I'd never say no to an opportunity to suck on a pretty pair of tits." He acknowledged with no hesitation.

"Is that so? Well then."

Prying Wooyoung's hands off her, Y/N sat herself back in between the boys, hands cupping both of her breasts to gently massage them in her palms, fingers tweaking at her nipples which were slowly getting fully erect. The two men at her sides watched with hungry eyes, only imagining how soft and tender her breasts must feel, both wanting to replace her hands with their own. Unbeknownst to them, they were about to get a better offer.

"There's one for each of you my loves, so go ahead. Put your pretty mouths on them and suck on them. And maybe if you do good enough, I'll play more with you guys."

Wooyoung and San simultaneously looked at one another, both wondering if they heard her correctly or it was another perverted thought their mind played on them. Realizing it was not, San was the first one to be bold as he cupped the breast nearest to him and brought it up to his lips, where he proceeded to coat the areola with spit before he latching onto it.

"So you're more of a dirty boy, aren't you Sannie?" She mused at him, fingers brushing some of the bangs on his face.

San only responded by lifting his eyes momentarily to shoot a wink her way before indulging back in his task of suckling on her tit. Y/N turned her attention to Wooyoung, who was still nervously sitting there in a pliant manner. She beckoned for him to come closer.

"Wooyoungie, my other breast feels lonely."

Getting the hint, Wooyoung lowered himself and practically squished his face into her fleshy mound. As expected, he was very vocal, spewing out lewd sounds as he harshly sucked on her nipple, bringing in as much of her as he could possibly put in his mouth. Y/N laid her head back on the top of the couch, mouth drawing out heavy breaths and pants as she relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of the the younger male's mouths on her breasts, their tongues and teeth eagerly swirling and nibbling on her sensitive flesh. She noticed how both of them had completely different patterns. Whereas San's suckling was less intense, it was definitely more sloppy, spit dribbling down his chin and down her chest from all the insane movements his tongue worked on her nipple, each of them clearly focused on bringing her as much pleasure as possible. Wooyoung was definitely more intense and full of eagerness, but each swirl of his tongue or nibbling on her skin was less meditated and more like he was simply enjoying to taste the older woman, playing around with her breast as if it was a toy for him to fondle and tease as he pleased. Not that she minded, she loved being used as a toy by them both.

She became so lost in the feeling of their mouths on her body that she didn't notice the hands that had traveled in between her thighs until she felt them prying them open in an effort to slide her shorts and underwear down. She became somewhat self conscious when they managed to tear the rest of her clothing off, her legs closing tightly. Tapping a finger on her knee, San pulled off her nipple to say:

"Spread your legs for us and let us see that soaking cunt of yours."

Wooyoung was just as shocked as she was at his informal and vulgar words, but it certainly served to arouse her even more. Getting talked down to by someone younger than her..... it was definitely something. Giving him what he, and probably also his friend, wanted, she opened up her legs. Putting aside her gorgeous breasts for the meantime, the 2 pairs of eyes peered down at the sight below them, their Noona's folds glistening just for them and because of them, her tiny bud aching to be touched by their fingers. Signaling to his friend, San dipped his fingers down, swirling them around her clit before pressing down on it.

"Oh she's needy Wooyoung, I can feel it throbbing against my finger." San smirked as he lightly rubbed against her clit.

"Is our pretty Noona in need of our fingers? Does she want to get stuffed with them?" Wooyoung muttered against her ear, lips quick to muffle the moan that responded to his question. It was a sweet and tender kiss that was interrupted by San who tilted her chin towards him so that he could kiss her as well.

"Don't worry Noona. We'll make sure you're full and satisfied."

Y/N gasped as she felt both of their fingers slowly insert themselves into her slick and wet walls. Nudging to each other, their fingers started moving to and fro, eyes watching closely each facial expression that took over her features, reveling in the blissful sighs that were spilling out of her lips. Y/N couldn't keep herself from clenching tightly around their fingers, mesmerized by the sight of both of them fingering her tight little hole.

"Are you enjoying this Noona? Like having your tight pussy fucked by Sannie's finger and mine?" Wooyoung giggled, pushing his finger deeper into her, knuckles pressing against her mound which had her shuddering.

"Yes she is Wooyoungie, look at how much tighter she's becoming."

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he looked at Wooyoung.

"Maybe we should stretch her out even further. Don't you think?" He suggested, to which Wooyoung agreed to with a grin.

With a sharp inhale, Y/N released a whimper when 2 extra fingers intruded into her intimate region, stretching her further. The pace with which they were thrusting their fingers into her increased, each of the boys jamming their fingers at different timings, making sure that their tips touched the hood of her sex, grazing that sweet spot of hers. Y/N was a whining and moaning mess. The boys were not giving her any chance to relax, when one set of fingers was pulling out of her, the other set was pushing back in, continuing its abuse on her g-spot. She felt her thighs starting to trembling, her lower stomach building up her climax by the second. Even with the 4 fingers parting her wide open, she was starting to squeeze around them, wrapping them up in a blanket of heat that would soon coat them with her release.

"Are you gonna cum Noona? Cum on Sannie's and my fingers?" Wooyoung cooed as he drove his fingers faster into her to help her reach her orgasm faster.

Y/N could only manage to nod slightly, eyes shutting tight, unable to register anything else save for the slippery and squealching sounds that came from between her thighs. She didn't feel San press his lips against her ear until his low voice spoke in that sexy satoori accent of his.

"Cum for us Noona. Cum all over us."

With his encouragement, she tipped over the edge, crying out loudly as her release started streaming down her body and onto their hands, dripping even down to their wrists. The boys were kind enough to continue filling her hole with their fingers, helping her ride out her orgasm until she came down from her high.

"Shit. Look at all the mess you made on us. Such a dirty dirty Noona." San taunted as he forced her to look down at their cum covered hands, which they both brought up to lick clean right in front of her.

"And you taste so delicious." Wooyoung added with star struck eyes.

Cupping both of their chins, she placed a peck on each of their lips.

"Thank you for that my darling boys, you made Noona feel amazing. It's only right Noona makes you both feel just as good."

Not forgetting about the throbbing needs in their pants, she ordered them to strip in front of her, an order they were eager to comply with. Through clumsy fumbling, a pile of clothes was added to the previously discarded garments from the woman in front of them. Y/N couldn't hide the satisfaction on her face as she gazed at their erect cocks, standing proudly, waiting to be touched and played with.

"Well I suspected my boys were big, but even the reality is nothing like what I imagined." The men flushed at her words, flattered by the knowledge that she had indeed thought about them in that way before.

"Wooyoungie, lie down right here." She patted the space next to her.

Following her instructions, Wooyoung placed himself where she wanted him, displaying himself out to her. Hovering above him, Y/N kissed along his defined abs, getting dangerously close to the tip of his cock, exciting him while the member behind them envied their close proximity. Y/N pulled her face away right before her lips could touch his head.

"As much as I'd love to suck your pretty little cock, I think there's something you'll enjoy even more babyboy."

The pet name followed by the image of her breasts enveloping his shaft between them was enough to drive Wooyoung wild as he realized what she had in mind.

"Oh fuck Noona- yes please." He was anxious about having her warm tits hug around his length and fuck him until they were coated in his cum.

"I knew you'd love the idea."

Glancing back at the neglected male, Y/N motioned for him to come over.

"And I have an idea for you too my precious Sannie. Since you seem to like my ass so much, how about you stuff that cock of yours in my cheeks and fuck yourself on them?"

San's eyes bulged out, his dick twitching when he heard those words. It was such an erotic, kinky and naughty idea and he was all up for it.

"Shit- fuck yeah." He wasted no time as he straddled Y/N's behind, slapping his cock on each of her asscheeks before prying them apart and laying his shaft in between them.

"Fuck yourself as you want Sannie and try to keep up with Wooyoung and I." She challenged him, which he was more than willing to take up.

Spitting down on Wooyoung's cock and her tits to properly lubricate them, she sandwiched his shaft in her pillowy and soft flesh before rubbing her tits up and down on him. Wooyoung was releasing gasp after gasp the more he felt and saw his member disappear and reappear from his Noona's glorious valley. Meanwhile behind her, San busied himself as he started rutting his cock against the firm but tender skin of her ass, groaning and grunting as he took advantage of the green light she gave him to go as hard as he wanted. Each time he slammed his hips up into her, he basked in the visual of her plump ass cheeks rippling with each of his thrusts.

"Oh God." San exclaimed, one hand coming down to strike one of Y/N's cheeks, causing her to jolt forward in surprise, her stiff nipples rubbing against Wooyoung's shaft.

"Shit! San- be gentle with Noona." He whined, his eyes still focused on the silky sensation of Y/N's boobs hugging him.

"It's ok Wooyoung. I know Noona liked it. She likes it rough. Watch."

Raising his hand once more, it came back down to spank the same spot he had previously hit, a light pink hue starting to appear on her skin. Y/N tried and failed to contain a whimpered moan from her lips, spit dripping out and falling on Wooyoung's tip.

"Shit Noona, are you really into freaky shit?" He asked in astonishment.

"She's literally letting two younger guys fuck her tits and ass, how much more reassurance do you need?" San pointed out as he squeezed at her ass, riding her backside with more intensity.

"She's just a dirty kinky whore, allowing us to use her body this way. And then she's gonna let us cover her in our cum cause she's that slutty."

Y/N groaned at his words, her tongue poking out to lick at Wooyoung's slit each time it peeked out through the valley of her enormous tits.

"Fuck to paint Noona's tits with my cum-" Wooyoung hissed, teeth tugging at his bottom lip.

"You wanna do that for me? Cum on my big boobs baby boy?" She chuckled when she felt Wooyoung's cock twitch against her skin.

He couldn't answer her as another one of San's slaps along with his frenzied grinding thrusted her forward, making her and the boy below her exclaim in surprise.

"You're not cumming without me. You better hold it." San warned through gritted teeth, nails digging into her flesh as he violently rammed his cock between her fleshy and plump folds.

Y/N looked down at poor Wooyoung's face, looking so distraught as he fought hard not to cum right then and there. Leaning down, Y/N gave his tip a few kitten licks before resuming to squish her breasts on his length.

"It's ok Wooyoungie. San forgets his not in charge here. I am. So cum for me baby boy. Cum all over your Noona's tits." She softly said to him.

With shuddering whines and whimpers, Wooyoung threw his head back, eyebrows furrowed as thick streams of cum erupt from his tip, his orgasmic bliss so overwhelming, lasting longer due to Y/N continuing to rapidly push up and down his cock, milking him out of the last drop of cum he had left in his body.

"That's it. That's my good little boy, keep cumming just like that." She praised him, watching with excitement as his seed plastered itself on the top of her cleavage, some of it even splashing onto her cheeks and chin.

"That's so fucking hot- Oh my God-"

After watching the scene play out in front of him, San felt a familiar tightness in his balls, his tip starting to swell up. Before he could even register it, he was already pumping his own cum all over Y/N's ass and lower back, sputtering out incoherent words as he did so. He ended up collapsing on the couch, energy completed drained after all that, same as his friend who was still laying still on the other side. Meanwhile Y/N grabbed the box of tissues that was on the coffee table and pulled a few of them out so she could clean herself and the boys up. Starting with Wooyoung, she wiped in between his thighs, picking up the remainder of whatever was left of his cum before turning to San and cleaning up his body as well. Once both of the boys were cleaned up, she grabbed a couple more tissues to use on herself. She was distracted when she heard both of them start giggling out of nowhere.

"What's so funny?" She asked them, looking at San and then at Wooyoung, both of them donning a suspicious smile.

"So Noona does like younger men..."

[babychoko]

🎀 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 🎀

Part 1

Xingqiu x reader

romance, little angsty, slightly suggestive?

Early 2000‘s Au

Disclaimer:

I‘m actually surprised that some of you were excited about this story before it came out. It really means a lot to me. I hope I don‘t disappoint you all. Also, English isn‘t my native language. I apologize for mistakes. By the way I‘m pretty new here- I‘m still trying to figure out how to use it, haha.

Enjoy!

How odd.

Xingqiu usually stays here, doesn't he?

Confused, I strolled through the library, holding my hands behind my back. As I walked, I inspected some non-fiction books that most students here definitely won't understand.

My eyes wandered to the right and left shelves.

I decided to judge some books by their cover.

Boring...

Boring...

Hey this book looks interesting-

Oh this is the math section now. Boring.

I contorted my face until I felt a heaviness on my shoulders. Someone grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me back slightly.

I immediately shuddered.

"Hey, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover..." said a voice softly at my ear.

With goosebumps, I turned around.

"Xingqiu-! Don't sneak around me like that!", I shrieked.

With an amused smile, he held an index finger in front of his rosy lips and put his head a little askew in which his earring dangled a little.

"You have to be quiet in a library, don't you?", he whispered.

I- this..he! Ugh!

I turned to the side and lifted my nose in offense because I can't really disagree with him. Partly, he's right. But it is not like the whole building would blow up as soon as you raise your voice!

"Speaking of not judging by appearances...", I muttered, glancing at the boy across from me.

With an innocent smile, he stood in front of me after taking his index finger from his lips.

Keeping his mouth shut near me, you wouldn't be able to tell how he normally acted.

He seemed to have realized what I was indicating.

"Now don't be like that. This is a secret between you and me, isn't it?".

He emphasized the you extra, making me feel a little funny in my heart.

I'm pretty sure he does that on purpose.

I just shook off the situation and gave him a bag of sour gummy worms.

His eyes lit up.

"You brought them to me!", delighted, he took the little bag from me.

The thing is, his father doesn't really like eating sweets that weren't made by his cook. He eats them very rarely.

In his house, it's more common to eat the homemade traditional pastries.

And not those little plastic bags with gummies in it from the gas station. You can't get those sour worms anywhere else.

This may sound strange, but I could list about a hundred more things that Xingqiu does rather secretly.

His father is not a complete meanie, as he still gives him a lot of freedom.

-As long as Xingqiu doesn't dishonor anyone.

Alright, his father can be a partypooper but every once in a while, his father turns a blind eye, thankfully.

"If I have to watch you push down mooncakes filled with carrots down your throat while suffering eating them all the time, I actually feel sorry for you.", I said, amused.

He hates carrots more than anything.

But so far he hasn't even told his mother how much he really curses carrots, after she raved about how she used to mash his carrots to a pulp and how he ate them up nicely as a toddler. It brought back memories in her and she felt young again.

He couldn't tell her.

Somehow I thought that was quite sweet of him.

"What am I going to do without a good friend like you?", he laughed lightly and walked out of the library with me.

Nibbling on your carrots when others are watching, I said. Mentally.

We waved to Lisa, our librarian, before closing the door behind us.

I noticed a book peeking out of Xingqiu's school bag.

"Didn't you have a different book this morning?", puzzled, I looked to him.

"Oh, that one was for Chongyun. It was a book with paranormal content. You know him.", satisfied, he took a gummy worm and offered me some.

"Oh.", that's nice of him! Lately, though, he's been helping Chongyun more than usual, I thought to myself.

Chongyun wants to be an international exorcist in the future, and if he can't, he'll be one at his family's shrine. He is totally into paranormal things and horror movies. However, he has never seen a ghost.

But once, something happened during our movie night.

A few nights before, in a quiet moment, he swore that he saw Bennett's glass of orange juice move to the right by itself- right before Bennett wanted to take a sip out of it.

This happened during the middle of a horror movie which didn't help to make the situation better.

The poor green-eyed boy shrieked, let the glass full of orange juice land on me and woke up his best buddy Razor, who had been tired all day. Right at that moment, a jumpscare in the movie surprised us. Razor jumped up from the sofa and bumped into Bennett's back.

This only made Bennett panic even more, because he thought that he was being attacked by a ghost, it was dark he didn't know that it was actually just our peaceful friend Razor

Along the way, Chongyun grabbed the fallen glass that landed on my lap and tried to exorcise it. Xingqiu was laughing himself silly on the floor while hugging a pillow against his chest.

To describe it briefly: It was pure chaos as everything happened at the same time and because of that, we woke up Chongyun's parents.

We got a good telling off for being too loud and also because his parents weren‘t amused by the sight of their son yelling while sealing a glass half-full of orange juice with charms while his friends were screaming.

Well guess what?

Around Bennett's glass.. there was actually a thin thread wrapped around, which was controlled secretly by Xingqiu.

Xingqiu only confessed this to me in the early morning when I didn't dare to go to the bathroom alone and Chongyun had to accompany me to protect me from ghosts.

I thought it was funny that Xingqiu was a little too relaxed. He must have realized that I suspected him and that's why he confessed only to me.

Honestly..we all but Xingqiu accompanied each other to the bathroom and kept an good eye of the bathroom door because no one wanted to be alone since the 'ghostglass'

What made Xingqiu’s plan successful?

1. Chongyun saw Bennett's glass move.

2. Next door is his family shrine and there is a cemetery one street further.

3. Chongyun never lies to us.

Yup. That made Xingqiu’s little ghost prank very believable.

Since then, the light blue-haired boy has been handing out charms of protection to us, which we will never throw them away.

And how much I want to tell off Xingqiu to everyone..I still can't. After all, he was only doing it for his best friend, he said, because his dear friend was starting to lose motivation for exorcism.

I also didn‘t want to ruin his motivation as well, whereas he has been burning for it since that night, right?

I've been in a quandary ever since.

"Speaking of it, our movie night is cancelled this week, right?", it occurred to me now.

"Yeah, there's a party going on, after all. I really want to go there!", Xingqiu's eyes beamed. He's tired of being at any celebration of family affairs all the time. He wants to celebrate with his peers.

"How pleased you are", I grinned, which made him look embarrassed. He cleared his throat.

"Well, it would be rude to refuse, wouldn't it?", he smiled.

"On top of that-" he held my hand, "I’ve never been to a party with you. Let's go together, shall we?"

Huh...

I felt my cheeks heat up. My heart was pounding.

Embarrassed, I nodded. He didn't seem to think anything of it, which is what gets triggered in me as soon as he acts exactly like this.

Just holding my hand..that smile..that calm voice.

Is that what friends do?

Maybe I just don't have enough contact to people.

We said goodbye at an intersection and headed home. I don't live near him. He lives in a somewhat..how shall I say.

High society area? Rich-folk-neighrbourhood?..ehh..

What do you actually call something like that?

Oh, never mind!

I don't speak rich.

Until the evening I sat down to do my homework and at some point I was dreaming when I looked out of the window.

At that moment I got a phone call. It's clear from whom.

"Am I interrupting?", I heard the familiar voice.

I got up from my chair and flopped down on my bed.

"Not really.", I giggled and looked up at the ceiling.

"What are you up to?", I added.

"Talking to you on the phone.", Xingqiu laughed.

I guess someone doesn't want to tell me what they‘re doing right now. Reading, for sure.

"Ahaa... did you miss me?", I joked.

"Maybe I just wanted to hear your voice", he whispered.

I widened my eyes. My heart was beating faster.

Hey, heart. Stop that pounding.

Ehh... ahhg- I mean please slow down your beating, for God's sake! Don't stop.

After all, I still want to live. And listen to his voice.

I tried to act cool. Ok, be cool. Don't let him tease you, (y/n)!

"Aw... is someone stressed out? Do you miss me?", I giggled.

"You could say that. After all, best friends cheer each other up."

We talked on the phone for about half an hour until we had to hang up. We got into some mighty trouble once over a large bill.

Well, actually I was the only one who got in trouble.

Part:

1 you are here

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[alolowrites]

Everyone’s Got a Sweet Tooth!

Summary: Bakugou hates sweets. You don’t think this is true and begin a mission to discover his favorite candy. After all, you are the brilliant Candy Master who won’t stop until Bakugou’s sweet tooth is satisfied.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’m so glad I was finally able to write a full fic for Bakugou; it’s been so long. Originally, this was supposed to be for the bingo event, but had trouble fleshing out the story’s direction. I really wanted to write this story since the plot was hilarious to me, idk why. 

Please enjoy!

10.30.21 UPDATE: HI!!!!! I went back and edited the heck out of this baby since it’s my favorite Bakugou story I’ve written. I hope it is now decent lmao. Happy Halloween!! 

Word Count: 2.4K+

“Katsuki, what is the meaning of all this?!”

“The hell are you talkin’ bout?”

“This!” 

You marched with purpose and plopped down on the couch where he sat. Bakugou remained unfazed, clicking on the remote control. He mindlessly surfed through the channels with an attention span of an HR recruiter combing through a mountain pile of resumes. Stupid sitcoms, fake ass “reality” tv shows, QVC advertising their products like it's Black Friday all day, every day. Bakugou frowned—why does he pay so much for these useless channels? 

His eyes teared away from the screen as the phone waved frantically on his left. 

You huffed. “According to Maximus Heroes, you—and I quote—‘bleeping hate sweets!’”

Bakugou clicked his tongue. “Damn idiots censored my words.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Then what is?”

“That you hate sweets!” 

You viciously smacked a pillow at him, ignoring his yells. Bakugou snatched the weapon with a growl. For a soft pillow, it felt like a firm foam roller. You stood up and paced around, arms flailing in the air. 

“How can my boyfriend say such a thing?!” You pointed at your signature black top hat. “Do you know who I am? I’m the lovable Candy Master, CEO of the Candy Basket Factory!” 

Bakugou shrugged. “So?”

“So, you can’t say you hate sweets!” You gripped your chest, sniffling a bit. “I feel as though I’ve been betrayed.”

“Would you sit your ass down?” 

Bakugou tossed the pillow at you and crossed his arm; he was too tired to deal with this nonsense. Somehow the QVC channel looked more appealing now. You begrudgingly plopped on the couch, a small pout growing on your face. Bakugou snuck a glance and sighed, tossing the remote aside. 

“Are you seriously so upset about this?” Instant regret flooded through his mind as he remembered that ridiculous day. “It was a freakin’ answer to a stupid question in a stupid celebrity article.” 

“…maybe…”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. You took off your signature hat and examined it; the hat was firm yet soft and had three peppermint candies artistically attached like a beautiful brooch. You moped silently for an eternity until an exciting idea rushed into your mind. Bakugou jumped as you squealed, his mouth ready for snarl, but you beat him to the punch. 

“I got it!” Two hands eagerly cupped his sharp cheeks, your whimsical eyes meeting his feral ones. They did nothing to damper your beaming smile. “You don’t hate sweets; you just haven’t found your favorite candy!”

Bakugou grabbed your wrist yet didn’t pull them away. Another giggle rang throughout the living room as you shot up from the sofa. A specific look crossed your face—one that both irked and frightened Bakugou to no end; he was through dealing with your shenanigans. 

“Whatever you’re thinkin’ about, the answer is no!”

“Too late! The mind is churning,” you piped, taking a cheerful step toward the doorway. Spinning on your heel, you gave a hat tip to Bakugou and declared, “I won’t rest until that sweet tooth of yours is satisfied!” 

Yup, it was too late. Bakugou had no choice but to go along with this dumb idea. Closing his eyes, he slammed a pillow over his face and screamed.

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Ground Zero’s hero agency was buzzing with life. Phones rang off the hook, yet all were answered to avoid the voicemail machine. Interns carried endless stacks of papers, their dying arms begging for relief and fingers stinging from brutal paper cuts. The afternoon shift sidekicks clocked in their arrival while the morning ones yawned out the door.

Everything ran like a well-oiled machine, just how Bakugou liked it. He took great pride in this, hiring only the best and brightest. However, none of them held a candle against him—the number two pro hero. Unfortunately, being a prominent hero brought lots of reports he needed to sign.

And he was not excited about this.

“Um, sir?”

“Damnit, Small Head,” Bakugou growled, halting his pen’s movement. Fiery eyes glared at the man peeking around the ajar door. “If you bring me another paper to sign, I will stab this pen in your damn eye!”

“I-I assure you that I bring no reports, sir!” Kioshi, Bakugou’s personal assistant, waddled inside the office, fixing the tie that was strangling his neck. He slid a peculiar package toward his boss and bowed his head. “You have a special delivery from the Candy Master.”  

Bakugou scrunched his eyebrows. On his desk was a white box with an orange ribbon wrapped neatly in the upper left corner. A tiny card sat underneath it, and with closer inspection, had his first name written across in gold letters. Bakugou shooed Kioshi away, waiting to hear the door close to ensure absolute privacy.

At first, Bakugou had a mini stare-down with the gift. When it didn’t burst into flames, he sucked his breath and snatched the card. Bakugou turned it around to read the following message:

Everyone knows you got a sour attitude, but only I get to see that sweet side of yours. Figured these treats might do the trick. I made them just for you!

Enjoy,

C.M

P.S. These are an ~exclusive~ batch from my top-secret collection! So hush-hush!

Bakugou snorted at your writing, tossing the card aside and opening the box. His eyes narrowed at the vibrant gumdrops nestled above the black tissue paper. White sugar lightly coated the green and orange candies, each twinkling under the natural light that shined through his large window. A smirk curled on his lips; the whole package reflected his hero costume.

“Let’s see how good these are.”

Bakugou ate the green gumdrop. It was chewy and sour, the lime flavor making him twitch a bit. The sweetness kicked in ten seconds later. Bakugou tried the orange gumdrop next, and the acid was strong too but enjoyable. He soon devoured the entire box in one sitting.

Once that was done, he marched out of the office to start his daily patrol. It didn’t take long for a stupid thug to cross his path. Bakugou slammed him against the concrete wall, hauling him up with just one hand. The man trembled in fear but stopped squirming and cocked his head to the side, dumbfounded. 

Bakugou growled. “What the hell are you looking at?”

“Your tongue...it got weird colors, man.”

“Eh? The fuck are you talking ‘bout?” 

Bakugou peeked at his reflection on the store’s window. He recoiled when he saw the horrible swirls of green and orange covering his tongue. A vicious scowl crossed Bakugou’s face, his iron grip tightening around the thug’s collar. The guy’s high-pitched yelps fell on deaf ears. 

“Fuckin’ gumdrops!”

They were crossed off the list.

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“I don’t want it.”

“But, sir, the gift—”

“I know who it’s from, and I’m telling you no.”

“Sir,” Kioshi gripped the massive, cherry red treat in his hand. A black ribbon with long strings almost reached the floor. The assistant sighed. “It’s just a lollipop.”

“Do I look like a fuckin’ baby to ya?” Bakugou crossed his arms, refusing to budge on his childish decision. The irony made Kioshi roll his eyes mentally. “Give it away or something. Now get out.”

“Yes, sir…”

Lollipops were crossed off the list.

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Another day, another gift Bakugou received from you.

They came sporadically and kept the hero on his toes. He never understood why you sent the gifts directly to his office; you both lived in the same apartment for crying out loud! Worst of all, he could never get a single hint on what candy he would receive next. Every time he asked—or more accurately, demanded—you shot him a coy smile and purred, “Ah, ah, ah! It’s a surprise!”

Bakugou wanted to rip his eyeballs out.

However, he reluctantly played along with your stupid game. Whenever Kioshi entered his office, Bakugou masked his slight interest with the usual scowl. If the assistant didn’t bring candy, then Bakugou blamed him for interrupting his private time. The anger was worse if Kioshi brought more reports for him to sign.

Kioshi was thankful for the days when a new candy gift arrived.

Unfortunately, the last three gifts were complete failures. The first was the strawberry licorice, which dangled in Bakugou’s hand. He took a few bites and complained that he was eating a rubber wheel. Next was a bag of colorful gummy worms. Bakugou shoved a couple in his mouth and swore he felt one of them move on its own. Finally, there was the lemon green jawbreaker; it was the size of a baseball. One look and Bakugou shouted over the phone: “You tryna give me dentures?!”

All three candies were crossed off the list. Still, you didn’t give up and sent another gift to Bakugou. He read the simple message on the card:

Chew and blow to your heart’s content, babe!

Love,

C.M

P.S. I promise this won’t change the color on your tongue, haha!

Bakugou opened the sleek, rectangular box and found a bubble gum packet inside; there were three thin pieces. He slipped one in his mouth, surprisingly pleased with the bold raspberry flavor hitting his taste buds. Bakugou skimmed the card again and did as instructed—he chewed.

Typically, an ordinary bubble gum would lose its flavor after five minutes. But the flavor in your gum only got juicier; it encouraged Bakugou to continue chewing. He then blew a tiny bubble before popping it in his mouth. Not bad, he thought as another bubble expanded in front of him. His chews became more aggressive, and the bubbles more prominent than the previous ones. Stupidly, he puffed out a massive bubble, and it grew…

…and grew…and grew until there was a loud pop.

Bakugou’s roars shook the entire building, spilling cold tea all over Kioshi’s shirt. 

Bubble gum was crossed off the list.

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Everything was going well down at the Candy Basket Factory. People lined up outside for the magical tours that ran every hour. Kids bounced off the walls as if they were on a sugar rush while their parents felt a migraine pounding on their heads. Inside the factory, the ceilings were high, and the walls were vibrant like the sun. Laughter rang from every corner as employees chit-chatted about their daily lives; they were relaxed yet efficiently worked to the same drumbeat.

A soft smile crept on your face. You were glad everyone was happy; it was the driving force behind your factory’s joyful spirit. Eventually, that spirit would leave these doors and touch billions of people’s hearts with your precious candies.

Just as you closed your eyes, someone barged into your office and barked your name. You chuckled, spinning the leather chair around to meet a furious Bakugou. His nostrils flared like a bull, and his menacing eyes looked ready to kill. However, the gum’s blobs stuck on his porcupine blonde hair squashed the pro hero’s intimidating aura.

“You—”

“—I’m so sorry, boss!” Nozomi panted into the room, hands on her knees as she caught her breath. “I tried stopping him, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“It’s quite alright, Zomi!” You chirped without breaking Bakugou’s intense eye contact. “I can handle him. Please let everyone know I’ll be busy with an important meeting.”

Nozomi bowed and closed the door behind her. Bakugou wasted no time complaining, his hands slamming on your desk. 

“Quit sending me your cavity-infested garbage! I’ve had it with this fuckin’ game.”

“Oh, come on, babe!” You rolled forward and rested your chin on your gloved hand palm. “Can’t I just send my dashing boyfriend some sweet gifts? Get it!” You jokingly slapped his forearm. “Because candies are sweet? Man, I crack myself up at times…”

“You’re insufferable.”  

You winked at him. “But that’s what you love about me!”

Bakugou gritted his teeth and looked away. A light blush tainted his cheeks; he hated how right you were. You walked around the desk and stood beside him, wiping off the fairy sugar dust on his shirt. He probably barged through the sample stand near the entrance, scaring off the poor intern. 

“Alright, alright.” You gave a gentle pat. “Sorry for going a little overboard with the gifts. I was just excited about finding your favorite candy! I don’t want you hating them.”

Bakugou’s anger subsided. “Why is this so damn important to you?”

“Because I love spreading endless joy through sweets.” 

The answer was simple and innocent. Bakugou blinked and was taken aback by the gentleness in your eyes. 

“Candy makes everyone happy,” you chirped. “Knowing someone’s favorite candy helps me bring their smile back whenever they’re upset or lost. Can’t have the world be all mopey now, can we?”

Your fingers hovered above Bakugou’s head. The gum moved under your command and floated in the air. You flicked it into the trash bin with ease, and Bakugou murmured a quick ‘thanks’ under his breath. After ruffling his hair, you suddenly remembered something sitting on your shelf. Bakugou stared at the small pyramid of chocolate truffles coming toward him.

“I made these babies a few minutes ago,” you said, eying the plate with a proud grin. “Normally, I do a taste test and then send the gift if it satisfies my expectations. But, I got a feeling you’ll love them.”  

Bakugou’s face was unreadable. You gave him a gentle nudge and encouraged him to take one. He sighed before picking a chocolate truffle; it was warm and soft, the cocoa powder dusting his fingertips. After suspiciously staring at the truffle, he ate the entire thing in one go. His eyes widened as all the flavors exploded at once. The crushed red pepper flakes, the hints of rich cinnamon and orange zest, and the bittersweet dark chocolate made from the finest quality found on Earth all danced perfectly together with every bite. 

“So…” You placed the plate on the desk, watching Bakugou swallow the truffle down. “What do you think? Give me your honest opinion! Don’t sugarcoat it, haha! I’m on fire today!”

Bakugou turned away. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait!” You hugged his bicep with a pout. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop. Just tell me if you liked the chocolate truffles.”  

“They’re good.”

Your smile grew. “Good enough to be your favorite?”

“Sure,” he smirked, shoving another truffle into his mouth. You cheered on the spot after weeks of constant failures. Of course, some of the complaints were nonsense which didn’t surprise you. Bakugou was a picky bastard; the lollipop fiasco served as a great example. You were glad he thoroughly enjoyed the chocolate truffles.

Before you walked away, Bakugou pulled you close to him and crushed his lips on yours. He caught you off guard, but the surprise was certainly welcomed. You soon melted into the kiss after tasting the rich dark chocolate and spices on his lips. Bakugou’s arms snaked around your waist as your hands gripped his broad shoulders.

“You know,” Bakugou’s hot breath tickled your right ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I think I got a new favorite candy.”

“Is that so?” You hummed, a coy smile plastered on your face. 

“Let’s hope it satisfies your sweet tooth then, Ground Zero.”

“Oh, it will.”

After all, you were the one and only Candy Master.

As always, thanks for reading!

10.18.20 UPDATE: Story’s sequel, Gold Coins and a Gold Heart now uploaded. 

[fan4196]

Grocery shopping

Hey everyone here's another little Jolex AU. Thanks again to the lovely @angry-slytherin for beta reading :) Hope you like it. Enjoy!

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Why the hell did he accept to do this? What the hell was he thinking? Alex is turning into the parking lot of the grocery store right now. The twins are in the back seats fighting loudly over some old candy they found between the seats and don't want to share with each other. The littlest Karev is screaming on top of her lungs because the fighting of her siblings woke her up. Alex's nerves are already lying blank and they haven't even been gone for ten minutes. With a loud sign Alex is parking the car in an empty parking space and kills the engine. He graps his wallet and the shopping list that Jo wrote for him, from the passenger seat and gets out of the car. Opening the car door he unbuckles a red faced, screaming Eden to calm her. While he's rocking his baby girl, he tries to stop the ongoing argument.

"Parker! Emery! Enough! Stop fighting or I will leave you both in the car. Got it?" The twins are immediately silent and nod their heads guilty.

"Good. Now unbuckle and get out of the car." He hates to use his strict dad voice. He wants to be the cool dad and let Jo be the strict parent but from time to time he has to loose his cool. While the twins unbuckel themselves, Alex puts his calmed down baby girl back into her car seat and unstraps it to get it out. With Eden in her baby seat in one hand and the twins on the other hand they walk towards the grocery store. He graps a shopping cart, puts the car seat on top and the twins inside of it. He really couldn't deal with them running around right now. Jo wrote him a shopping list, so he starts to work through it. But of course the twins find something new, they want to have, in every aisle.

"But daddy those are my faaavvoorite cereals." The acting potential of his daughter is actually really good. He knows really well that she only wants those because there's Elsa on it but when she has to eat them she won't like them.

"No Emery, we have cereals at home."

Looking up from the shopping list, he ignores the fake cry of his daughter and pushes the cart out of the aisel.

Same game in the next aisle. The twins see something they want; if Alex tells them no they start crying.

To be honest he would buy them everything they want just to make them happy but if he does, Jo will kill him the second he walkes through the door. Jo hates spoiling their kids with sweets, so they are allowed to pick out only one thing, when they are good the whole shopping trip. But right now they are obviously not being good.

Why did he think bringing the kids grocery shopping was a good idea? Sure he wanted to give Jo a little break. He had noticed that she hasn't had a quiet minute in the last two weeks. She was either working or running behind the kids and trying to keep the house clean. So taking the kids with him really is the least he can do to give his wife an hour of alone time. But those three really are a hand full today. And as if she heared the thoughts of her father the smallest Karev starts fussing. So Alex unstraps her and puts her against his chest. Pushing the cart with one hand, he walks into the next aisle. Bad idea! It's the candy aisle. And of course the twins start crying for their favorite candy immediately. The sorry and disgusted looks from the other costumers aren't really helping. Alex already feels like the crappiest dad.

"Are those all yours?" Of course this woman has to talk to him now.

"Yes. They are all mine." He's putting on a fake smile while answering the blonde woman. She's probably in her mid thirtys. Tall, skinny, she reminds him of Izzie a little bit, but she's nothing compared to his wife.

"Do they have a mother? Or are you a single dad?" She askes. Of course she has to flirt with him. It's not like he is wearing a wedding ring or something. But it's always like that even when Jo is with him. Women think he's attractive and start to flirt with him. It's probably because of the kids. They see Alex with his kids and immediately think he's a single dad.

"Yes they have a mother and we are happyly married for four years now." He tries to show her that he has absolutely no interest but she keeps hitting on him by caressing his arm.

"Which is not a hindrance-"

"Hey woman! Get away from my daddy!" His daughters voice is interrupting them angrily.

"My mommy won't like that, woman!" His son adds angrily. Alex has to hold back a laugh. His kids are the best. Even though they were hating him two seconds ago for not buying them the candy they want, they are now defending him.

Without another word the woman turns and leaves the aisle as fast as she can. A proud dad feeling flows through Alex's body.

"Thanks kiddos for saving your daddy but you know that we don't scream at other people. Right?"

"Yes daddy." "Sorry." They apologize shyly, afraid to be in trouble. But Alex is not planing to discipline them, instead he puts the now sleeping Eden back into her baby seat and lifts the twins out of the cart.

"Ok kiddos, you can have one of your favorite candy." Cheerfully the twins run towards the candy and pick their favorite ones. Emery picks sour gummy worms, while Parker picks a bag of chips.

"And now we pick something to bring mommy." Alex tells them while lifting them back into the cart.

"Donuts!" "But some with powdered sugar, daddy." The twins immediately know what to get their mommy. And Alex agrees.

"Then powdered donuts it is."

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On the way home the twins are peacefully enjoying their chosen snacks, while Eden is sleeping.

At home Alex unbuckels the twins and puts the baby seat out of the car. Each twin gets two light bags to carry inside while Alex carries the rest of the bags and the baby seat. When they walk into the house through the back door, it's completely quiet.

"Ok Peanuts put your bags on the kitchen table please and then take of your shoes." Done as said the twins put their bags on the kitchen table and run to the hall to take of their shoes. Alex puts his bags down on the table too and unstraps his baby girl from her car seat. She's still sleeping so he puts her in her swing, which is in the living room. Turning his view to the couch he has to smile. His wife is lying on their couch, wrapped in a warm blanket. Hair put in a messy bun, her hands are holding tight onto the pillow, where her head is resting on. She's out cold and she still looks freaking gorgeous. Alex has no idea how his wife does always look so flawlessly beautiful without even trying. He walks towards her and wakes her with a loving kiss on her cheek.

"Hey Princess, we are back." He kneels down beside her and whispering in her ear. She's stirring softly while caressing his cheek with her eyes still closed. A slight smile on her lips, before she puts them together to show him that she wants a kiss. So Alex leans forward and gives her a small peck on her lips before they get interrupt by their twins running into the living room.

"Mommy we got you something." Parker cheerfully announces while Emery carries the pink box toward her parents. Jo sits up on the couch and Alex takes the seat beside her. Emy places the box on her mommy's lap and sits down beside her brother on the couch.

"You brought me donuts. Thank you kiddos." Jo cheerfully opens the box and hands out a powdered donut to everyone. They contently eat their donuts while the twins tell their mommy all about their trip to the grocery store, not leaving out the evil woman who was flirting with their daddy.

[wellhellsbelles]

Hii!! I'm so so glad you're back :3 your fanfics were truly my faves. I've had this idea for a fanfic where riley wants to ask farkle to prom but is too scared to do so, so she makes a deal with him that if no one asks them to prom, they'll go together, and something happens and riley has to confess that she wanted to go w/ him and asks him w/ a poster that says: you, me, prom?

ahhhh thank you so much for enjoying my stuff and thanks for the prompt! i hope you enjoy this little fic :)

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“So, are ya gonna do it?”

Maya���s face pops up as soon as Riley’s shut her locker door, eyes sparkling in a puckish sort of way that can only mean trouble. Riley clutches her AP Literature textbook against her chest, a brow raised.

“No.”

Maya groans.

“You promised! You told me that today would be the day! You said, and I quote, “Maya, if I don’t do it on this date, you’re allowed to make me buy you something from my mom’s restaurant for a month.” Look, I even have proof of you holding up the calendar with the big red circle outlining today’s date!”

Riley’s best friend whips out her phone, swiping through pictures until she finds what she’s looking for. She holds it up as if it’s incriminating evidence, but Riley doesn’t much care—well, she does, because that picture she took is downright unflattering and should be deleted immediately.

“Let me see that,” Riley demands, and Maya hands her the phone, clawing at her when she trashes it.

“Hey!”

“No one needs to see that picture, Maya. I’m trying to forget what my haircut looked like at the beginning of the year.” She begins to walk off, trying desperately to ignore Maya’s prodding to no avail.

“Riley Matthews, are you going to chicken out? I thought Matthews don’t quit,” Maya says, grinning when it stops Riley in her tracks. “Ha! I got you there.”

Riley moves to make her rebuttal, but the warning bell rings to alert them that they need to be heading to their next class, so she simply rolls her eyes, waving goodbye to Maya as she heads in the opposite direction.

“We’re tabling this, Matthews! Don’t think I won’t let this slide!” Maya calls out. Riley shakes her head, sighing as the weight of anxiety starts to lift.

 Yeah, she’s aware she’s a coward. But she’s not about to do it—there’s being brave, and there’s being absolutely idiotic, and if she did go through with it?

It’d change a lot.

 She’ll take the chance of being a coward any day over spilling her guts.

 //

 Riley’s never been one to believe in coincidence, so when Farkle swings through her window effortlessly later that day, she can’t help but damn fate a little.

“Alright, you, me, AP Literature. Now,” he says, tossing his bag onto her floor and landing on her bed with a thud. Riley pushes her feelings way down inside her, swallows them until she’s able to pretend they’re nonexistent, and glances up at him.

“Why does it feel like all you ever come to me for anymore is AP Lit stuff?”

Farkle scoffs.

“Please, we had a horror movie marathon last weekend. Plus, I brought a bribe. You do still take bribes, right?” he asks, pulling out a bag of sour gummy worms.

“Your bribe has been accepted. Gimme,” she thrusts her hand out, making a grabbing motion. Farkle laughs giving her the bag. She tries to tear it open with her teeth when she can’t rip it with her hands, whooping triumphantly when it tears.

“Don’t hog those. I want some, too.”

Riley wants to tell him he could bugger off, but she knows that sentiment would be null and void. She’d rather give up an arm than force him out of her space, and if that meant sharing his gift of sour gummy worms, she would.

“Leave the—”

“Blue-red ones, I know,” he finishes cheekily, pulling a couple of yellow-red ones out and plopping them into his mouth.

“So, AP Lit?” she asks. Farkle pulls out his textbook and notebook, settling himself comfortably on the end of her bed.

“Am I allowed to say I don’t love poetry? Because this class makes me not a fan of poetry,” he says, nose curling as he reads a question, “Why aren’t there any good science poems?”

“There are, you just aren’t looking for them,” Riley tells him simply.

“Lies. Name one off the top of your head right now,” Farkle jibes, throwing a gummy worm at her.

“The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams. ‘I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.’ If I ever did get a tattoo, it’d be with that quote,” she answers, picking the gummy worm off herself and eating it. She looks back at Farkle, who remains . . . unconvinced.

“Pretty quote, still not interested in poetry. I think it’s the form.”

“Okay, what if I told you to look at the scientific method steps like a poem? Because it basically is. BOOM, exploded your mind with hot knowledge!”

“Riley, please. Don’t ruin science for me.”

Riley sticks her tongue out at him, gently kicking him in the thigh with her foot as she settled comfortably into against her pillows. She’s already finished her AP Lit homework, onto her AP Chemistry homework now, but she’s always ready to help Farkle when he needs it. The degree to which she’d drop everything for him, just for him, is downright . . .

Embarrassing.

But she’s learned to take it in stride. There’s something about his presence that always makes her feel a certain sort of way now, but she just reminds herself that this is Farkle, her best friend since she was five, and there’s nothing to be scared of.

Then Maya texts her, and she remembers what it is exactly she’d been fretting.

 i know the minkus boy is at ur house!

he just sent me a snap of u

u look like ur having a midlife crisis on ur bed there

better fix that by

i dunno

ASKING HIM THE STUPID QUESTION

 Riley shuts her phone off, tossing it to the side to return to her Chemistry textbook.

Chemistry! She’s supposed to be studying for chem, and she will not—it’s absolutely out of the question—say the question that’s in her head.

 I thought Matthews’ don’t quit.

 Damnit! Maya’s right, Matthews’ don’t quit.

They shouldn’t.

 “Farkle?” she calls out to him, ignoring the way he’s mussed his hair in an adorable fashion from being fraught by the poems laid out in front of him.

“Yeah, Riles?”

“So . . .” Just ask it. Ask him, you dummy! “Uh, are you going with anyone to prom?”

“Oh,” he blinks, as if not anticipating the question (he probably wasn’t, come to think of it), “No, not that I’m aware of. Why do you ask?”

Here goes nothing.

“Youwannagotopromwithme?” Riley blurts all at once, the words rushing out of her mouth like vomit. Farkle stares at her, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times as if he’s trying to gauge if she’s serious or not. In fact, the longer he doesn’t talk, the quicker Riley tries to think of a way to recover from this, because ABORT MISSION ABORT!!!

“You know, if no one else asks you? Or you don’t ask anyone else? We can just go as friends,” she supplies, chuckling nervously. Something flashes across Farkle’s face, something that Riley thinks is akin to disappointment, but as soon as it’s there, it’s gone.

He shrugs.

“Sure, why not?”

Riley sighs with relief.

“Okay, cool. Just let me know, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course.”

 The night does not return to normal after that. In fact, it’s awkward up until the moment Farkle swoops back out the window with a goodbye and a half-hearted smile. As soon as he vanishes, Riley collapses face-down into her pillow, screaming into it out of pure frustration.

We can just go as friends.

Who is she?! That’s not what she wanted at all, but she chickened out because Maya was freaking right!

But if she had seen the look on his face before she added that . . . Riley made the right decision. She’s sure of it, because if she had been serious?

That’d probably be it, friendship over.

It’s . . . it’s better this way.

She’s certain of it.

 . . . Right?

 //

  “So?” Maya asks as she arrives beside Riley’s locker the next morning, their usual meet-up. Riley groans, leaning her head inside the locker.

“I asked him and then added just as friends when he didn’t respond right away. So, you know, I kind of asked.”

“Just as friends?!” Maya screeches at her. Riley places her hands on her own head.

“I know! I know. I wasn’t able to go to sleep last night. It was a stupid thing to do anyway, it just made everything a billion times more awkward. Why did I let you talk me into this, Maya?”  

“Alright, did he say yes to that, at least?”

Riley nods her head.

“Okay, good. We can work with that. We’ll just have you romance him at prom, no problem.”

“What do you mean ‘no problem’? Yes, problem! I am not doing that, Peaches. I’ve humiliated myself enough for one lifetime. I think I’m going to opt out of prom, maybe bow out of senior year in disgrace or something.”

She hears Maya exhaust a long breath before she’s helping Riley out of her own locker, spinning her around and resting her hands on her shoulders.

“Riley Matthews, you are letting your feelings for a boy get to you too much. Yeah, he’s Farkle, but you’re Riley. You’re magnificent and amazing and if he doesn’t like you back? That’s his loss, because he missed the mark.”

“Thank you, Maya,” Riley smiles softly, hugging her best friend. Maya hugs her back and then releases her, giving her a look that can only mean trouble if Riley knows her well enough (and she does.)

“Okay, you know what? This whole ‘friends’ thing isn’t going to work. I need you to ask him out for real, because I know you’ll hate yourself for it if you don’t. I know it’s a hard thing to do, but you know better than anyone about making hard decisions. So do me a favor and ask him again by the end of this week—properly, mind you—and then the two of you will live freaking happily ever after because if I know Farkle, he’ll be hard pressed to say no. That boy has spent too much of his life in love with you. It’s not any different now.”

Riley allows herself to soak that in.

Is Maya really right? He did love her, but Riley’s not certain that was a real type of love. But then again, Farkle’s never been one to half-ass things. He’s loved her so many ways, so why not love her the way she loves him now?

“I’ll do it,” Riley agrees against her better judgement.

 //

 Wednesday passes. She doesn’t ask Farkle to the prom. Thursday passes. She doesn’t ask. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday all whirl by her quickly, but she still hasn’t mustered the courage to ask. Even after the wonderful pep-talk Maya gave her, Riley still couldn’t find it in herself to breach the subject with him because she was just scared.

Liking Farkle really scared her, and she didn’t like that at all. Because scaring her meant that these feelings were more than just a passing phase, that she was bound to be stuck in this limbo of he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not for the rest of forever until she broke it.

So Sunday night she plans to ask him Monday at the end of school, even gets Maya in on it so that she can’t back out again.

She can’t back out this time; she won’t do it.

When Monday rolls around, Riley thanks whoever is out there that, while they share classes, she and Farkle don’t share the same class periods. It’s what’s helped her endure her second semester of senior year; while she appreciates having him there, she’s not sure she wouldn’t waste her class time glancing at him across the room.

Her last class period of the day moves both fast and at a snail’s pace, so when the bell rings it surprises her so much that she takes her several minutes to gather her things. Riley’s never been more off her game in her entire life, but then again, she’s never had to actually ask Farkle to prom for real before.

(Well, she’s never had to ask Farkle out period. That was always his game, not hers. Too bad she can’t get pointers from him.)

Riley heads out to meet Maya at her locker, passing by the stragglers who haven’t made it out yet, but something catches her eye instead.

It’s Farkle, at his own locker, with a girl who has people standing with her, holding several letters decorated with fake flowers spelling out PROM.

 Riley’s too late.

 //

 PEACHES

where were u???

i stayed at ur locker

like we planned

i even asked farkle if he saw u

he said he didn’t

so something happened

pls tell me ur okay ☹

 Riley doesn’t bother texting Maya despite knowing she owes her best friend an explanation. She’s too busy wallowing in self-pity and the humiliation of rejection to deal with anyone right now.

She should’ve been quicker. She shouldn’t have been a chicken about it and just told him about her dumb, stupid feelings and gotten it over with. Anything at this point would be preferable to the sting Riley feels in her chest when she thinks about how she missed out on not just being Farkle’s date to prom but experiencing prom with him. It’s not the same without him by her side.

So no prom for Riley Matthews. She cashed in on her one chance at going Junior year, and as far as Riley was concerned, this probably meant her chance with Farkle, too.

 But fate is not as kind to her, because Farkle climbs through her window, landing on the cushions of the bay window bench with a soft thud.

“What the heck,” he says, breathing out a sigh of relief when he’s spotted her, “Maya and I thought you died in a ditch! What were you thinking?”

Riley has no response for that. In fact, she’s pretty certain her brain’s shut off entirely for the foreseeable future, because in no way had she planned on encountering Farkle for as long as she could hold it off.

It’s now or never, Matthews, a voice that sounds vaguely like Maya whispers in her mind. Riley exhales.

Right.

“Are you going to prom with that girl?” she asks instead, eyes set with determination. Farkle stares at her, bewildered.

“What?! Your response to Maya and I worrying about your safety is some trivial question about prom?”

“It’s not trivial to me!” Riley exclaims, the burn of embarrassment bubbling up out of her. The intensity of her words must cross Farkle’s radar, because his eyes are widening.

“Riley? What’s going on?”

She makes a decision then, unable to fight with these godforsaken feelings any longer. She tosses the poster she’d worked painstakingly on for hours onto the bed, gesturing to it brazenly.

“I was going to ask you to prom for real today. I know I made a joke of it the other night, but I really meant it. I wanted to go to prom with you because I like you, Farkle. I’m tired of ignoring my feelings and pushing them away because I think it might benefit you. These feelings I have are real and they’re not going away any time soon, okay?”

Farkle’s eyes shift over to the poster, eyes tracing the words over and over again, as if it’s taking him a while to register it.

 You. Me. Prom. Let’s do this thing?

 It was hard for Riley to come up with a way to ask him that was both clever and meaningful, and she chose something that was between them and only them. He had once told her, “You. Me. Mars. Let’s do this thing.” It was always something that hardly meant anything to her back then but means the world to her now, or at least, it did before she realized she’d been too late.

“So?” Farkle asks, voice rough as if his throat had run dry. Riley tilts her head.

“What?”

“Are you going to ask me properly or not? We’re losing daylight here, Matthews,” Farkle says, arms crossed against his chest. Riley scoffs, rolling her eyes. She doesn’t quite get why he’s trying to be cruel to her at this point, but whatever.

“Farkle Minkus, I wanted to know. You. Me. Prom. Let’s do this thing?”

“Yes,” comes his answer, flowing off his tongue as if it’s the easiest thing he’s ever said in his life. Riley nearly jumps out of her seat but recovers at the last second.

“Yes?”

“Riley Matthews, yes, of course I’ll go to prom with you.”

“But—”

“No, I didn’t say yes to that other girl because I had already told you that we could go together. Sure I was kind of disappointed when you said it was as friends, but . . . you’re my best friend. It doesn’t matter what capacity our relationship is, I just want to be with you.”

Riley doesn’t get it.

“Wait, so what you’re saying is—”

“Riley Matthews, I’ve loved you since the first grade. I don’t think I ever stopped, really. So yes, I’ll go to prom with you as your date, because I’m so in love with you it isn’t funny,” Farkle tells her, giving her a gentle, lopsided grin. Riley scrambles off her bed the same time he rises from the bay window bench, the two of them embracing harder than she ever has in her entire life.

“I’m sorry I freaked out on you,” she admits into the crook of his neck. He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

“It’s okay. You’re the same Riley you’ve always been, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[therainroguefanfiction]

🎃 Frightful October Act VII, #19 ~ Candy Corn (Gaara)

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Crack, Fluff, AU, Friendship

Word Count: 1,706

Pairing: Reader x Gaara

World: Anime, Naruto

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Gaara’s teal eyes scanned the various shelves of candy. He didn’t know what any of them were, so he just grabbed a few with packages that looked interesting to him. It had been six months since he had arrived in this strange world, far more advanced than the one he called home. There were no ninjas there. No jutsu. No fighting.

He had learned a lot since arriving there, but he still had a lot more to discover.

Gaara rounded the corner with the candy in his arms. You were standing in the next aisle, debating on which flavor of ramen noodle you wanted to purchase. When he had first found himself in this new world, injured and disoriented, you had helped him, tending to his wounds and giving him a place to live. More importantly, you had believed his story when he said that he came from a different world.

You smiled as he approached, setting the bags down in the cart. You chose the teriyaki flavor, setting it beside the candy. “Ready to go, Gaara?”

He nodded, following close behind as you headed for the register. You headed to the front of the line while he placed the items on the belt. The cashier greeted you, asking if you found everything you were looking for. After paying the bill, you turned to grab a couple bags but Gaara already had all of them in his hands, patiently waiting for you. You smiled warmly, leading him out of the store.

To you, Gaara was an enigma, one you desperately wanted to understand. You wanted to know more about him, about his homeworld and the way he lived his day to day life, but he was a reserved man that didn’t like talking about himself. He often changed the subject when you brought it up.

His arm brushed yours and you glanced up at him, feeling your cheeks heat up. He was tall, his body toned and firm, beautiful teal eyes surrounded by black. His hair was bright red, and there was a scar above his left eye, the kanji for ‘love’. He was a gorgeous man and you wondered how you had gotten so lucky for him to quite literally fall into your life.

Gaara sensed your gaze and glanced down at you with his usual monotone expression.

You quickly looked away, cursing yourself. How many times had you been caught staring at him? You didn’t want to think about the number.

The sky was dark, half of the moon covered by fluffy grey clouds. The trees lining the streets were bare, their leaves forgotten on the ground. As you got closer to your house, the sounds of the city faded, giving way to crickets chirping and dogs barking. A breeze fluttered past the two of you, but it wasn’t cold like it should have been in mid-October.

You slid your key into the lock and pushed the front door open, holding it for him. He placed the bags onto the kitchen table, and you began to put away the items as he unpacked them.

“Hey, Gaara?”

He hummed in acknowledgment, not looking up from the bags.

“Do you celebrate Halloween where you come from?” you asked, softly, not wanting him to clam up like he usually did when talking about himself.

“I don’t know what that is.”

“Really?”

“Explain it to me,” he paused, his eyes meeting yours.

“Halloween is a yearly event. If I remember correctly, it has roots in several different religions.” you tapped your chin, thoughtfully. “These days, no one really celebrates it for religious reasons. It’s become just a celebration, mostly for children. People dress up in costumes and go trick-or-treating!”

“Trick-or-treating?”

“Basically, you go house to house collecting candy from the people that live there.”

His brow furrowed as he processed the information. “I see. Will you be going trick-or-treating, then?”

“Ah, no…” you rubbed the back of your head with a frown. “It’s ah… people tend to look down on adults that do that, but that’s why we bought candy! Instead of going out, we’re going to hand out some candy to the kiddos.” The cheerful look on your face made him smile, but it was so soft that you didn’t notice it.

“Did you unpack the candy yet?”

He rooted around the three bags left, finding the candy in the third one, which he slid toward you. He didn’t know what he was doing, so he hoped to get your approval.

You grinned as you pulled open the bag. “Let’s see what you got~ Milky Way, Snickers, Kit Kat, Sour Gummy Worms, Starburst, and -” you grabbed the last bag and felt doom settle in the pit of your stomach, your face paling as you recalled the horrid taste of that candy. Of all the candy to choose, why did he choose candy corn?

Gaara noticed your expression changing – he noticed every little thing when it came to you. “Is something the matter?”

“Ah, no! Not at all!” you forced a cheerful smile, not wanting to upset him. There was no way he could have predicted that such a terrible thing existed. You cleared your throat and turned, grabbing a giant purple bowl from on top of the fridge. A black strip lined the top with a witch pattern cut out of it. You opened the bags, taking a handful from each so the candy would be mixed within the bowl.

There was only one bag left. Your hand shook as it hovered above it. Dread filled you, goosebumps erupting across your skin. ‘I… I can’t give this garbage to kids! But… I don’t want to hurt Gaara’s feelings, either. What do I do?’ you realized you would have to take one for the team. You snatched the bag up, holding it close to your chest. “This is my favorite candy! So I’m gonna keep it for myself!”

His eyes widened slightly as your sudden exclamation, slowly nodding his head.

‘Oh man, I hope I don’t have to eat this crap…’

And that, kids, is what we call foreshadowing.

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Nighttime was quickly approaching. You settled onto the front steps of your house, holding the bowl of candy in your arms. Gaara followed you, his leg brushing against your own.

You glanced over at him, watching his hair shift in the breeze. “You don’t have to sit with me if you don’t want to. I’ll probably be here for several hours.”

His eyes met yours, shining under the light of the sinking sunk. “I don’t mind.”

You smiled brightly, nodding your head.

“Trick-or-treat!” two small children sprinted up the driveway – a boy dressed as Buzz Lightyear and a girl dressed as a Moose.

You stood up as they reached you. “What cool costumes!”

“Thanks!” Buzz grinned up at you. “How much can we take?”

“As much as you can fit into your hand, dear.”

“Awesome!” he stuck his hand into the bowl, grabbing and releasing a couple times before he was satisfied. When he pulled his hand back, candy was sticking out from between his fingers.

The moose reached her hand into the bowl, but the large ball made it nearly impossible to grab anything. She ended up with only two pieces, her shoulders drooping. “Thank you.”

With a smile, you reached into the bowl, able to pick up much more than Buzz had and you dropped it into her bag.

“Thank you so much!” she chirped, happily.

“Of course, be safe you two!” you smiled, waving as the two ran back to their mother, who gave you a smile before walking off. Gaara’s eyes never strayed from you. The way you interacted with kids warmed his guarded heart.

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It was just after midnight when all of the candy had been handed out. You entered the house, stretching your arms above your head. Gaara followed, closing and locking the door behind him. You plopped down at the kitchen table, a feeling of accomplishment washing over you – you were happy to see so many bright and cheerful kids, most of which were respectful and kind.

Gaara leaned against the counter. “You’re good with kids.”

You blushed, rubbing the back of your neck. “I had this brief period when I was younger where I wanted to work at a daycare center, so I ended up reading a lot of books about caring for children.”

Gaara smiled at you, sending your heart into a flutter of emotion, which quickly died when he set the cursed bag of candy corn on the table in front of you. “You’ve earned it,” he said softly.

Your eye twitched as you reached out a shaking hand toward the bag. “T-Thanks…” you didn’t want to be rude or hurt his feelings, and it was your fault for lying in the first place, so you swallowed hard and opened the bag, popping a single piece into your mouth. The flavor hit your tongue and you held back a gag, forcing yourself to chew. It was absolutely, one hundred percent disgusting. Easily the worst thing you’ve ever tasted in your life.

Gaara’s lips tugged down as he watched your pained expression. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

You were about to nod when you jumped up, rushing over to the sink and vomiting sparkly rainbows. He hesitated, not really sure how to help you in this situation, so he awkwardly placed his hand on your lower back.

“I’m sorry,” you whined.

“Sorry for what?”

“I… kind of lied. I said it was my favorite candy because I didn’t want to upset you but the truth is that they are super gross and shouldn’t even be called candy how can someone give this to their kids it’s torture why do they make this sh -” your rambling was cut short when you heard the sound of the bag. Your eyes widened.

As if in slow motion, Gaara picked up a piece of the candy, bringing it to his mouth. His expression remained stoic as he chewed, turning to look at you after swallowing. “I like it.”

You fell to the ground in disbelief as he popped another candy corn into his mouth. ‘H-He’s not human!’ you thought as tears fell from your eyes.

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[sp4c3-0ddity]

if you still do the meme thing ♛ for plance please

things this has:  fluff, humor (or, i try anyway), and bizarre worldbuilding (but the dessert is somewhat based on a real dessert that i have very Mixed Feelings about). anyway, i hope you like it!!

Sharing a dessert

Except for an odd utensil thatlooked like a cross between a spoon and a knife, Yudenans ate with their hands.

Which was fine for the appetizerand main course, which were both dry enough and relied heavily on bread, butwhen a tiny dessert plate with a pretty pastry was placed in front of Pidge,she started regretting all of her life choices as soon as she saw the syrupdripping from the edge.

“Pastry” might not be the bestword to describe the dessert. It actually looked more like a few rolls ofJell-o but thicker and firmer, stuffed with something like cream or a thin,milky cheese, and topped with red slices of a fruit preserve and drenched insweet, sticky syrup.

Not that Pidge knew for sure itwas sweet, exactly, because she spent more time staring at it suspiciously thanon tasting it, tapping the edge of the plate with the spoon-knife and wonderingwhy Allura couldn’t be moved when she asked if she would be more useful at theCastle rather than playing diplomat on a planet whose name she could barelyremember.

At least all their attendance wasmandatory, though even Keith made a better show of looking interested thanPidge did, stabbing into each roll as best as he could with a knife that wasalso a spoon.

(Earlier she spotted Shiro grabbinghis wrist and keeping him from pulling out his Marmora Blade. Utilitarian,sure, but a Galra blade out during dinner would be difficult to explain totheir hosts.)

Pidge sat between Hunk and Lance.Of course, Hunk relished any opportunity to try new food and possibly recreateit with a twist later, so she was not at all surprised at how relaxed he lookeddespite the formal dining setting, smiling as he ate.

Lance didn’t look as wound up asshe felt either; he loved attention and laughed and spoke and listened at allthe right moments. And though he didn’t seem to be enjoying his food as much asHunk did, he seemed to have figured out a way to use the strange utensil.

Pidge stared at it again,wondering what sort of societal evolution would’ve had the Yudenans inventsomething like it. On one side it was curved and concave like a spoon, but onthe other it flattened and was sharp like a knife. As a soup spoon it would beinsufficient, and it would be useless for chopping meat or vegetables, but forthe unusual dessert in front of her, it might be perfect.

Actually, if Pidge didn’t know anybetter, she would suspect the spoon-knife utensil was invented explicitly for this sort of dessert.

Necessity is the mother of invention, she thought wryly, amuseddespite how ridiculous it all was.

“Are you not going to eat that,Pidge?” Lance asked, interrupting her musing.

Pidge glanced at him, unsure if hewanted to finish her untouched dessert or if he was just worried (sometimes, itwas difficult for her to tell). But she nudged the plate towards him and said, “Youcan have it. I’m full.”

“You sure?” Lance said. He narrowedhis eyes at her, and Pidge flushed under his scrutiny. “It’s good; at least tryit?”

She looked between him and the sweet,then sliced the edge off one of the rolls with the knife edge of the utensiland used a fingertip to nudge the piece onto the spoon part. And she broughtthe spoon-knife to her lips and tasted it.

It wasn’t as sweet as Pidgeexpected; in fact, the syrup had a hint of something sour, like oranges. Butthe texture of the roll made her want to gag, since her teeth sunk deep intoit, but when she chewed, she couldn’t tear it apart. And the cream in thecenter tasted like sour milk, which made everything worse.

“You liar,” she hissed at Lance when she finally managed to swallow thefirst awful bite. She reached for her glass – not an intoxicant, since theYudenans genuinely avoided those on principle – and gulped the contents downuntil it was empty, at which point she started eyeing Lance’s half-full glass.

“What?” Lance said, blinking ather in innocent confusion. (It was alla trick though.)

“It’s chewy,” Pidge complained. She reached up and rubbed her teeth, asif she could wipe the lingering feeling of the food away like that. “And it’s not sweetat all.”

Lance rolled his eyes. “You justcan’t appreciate good food.”

“Please,” Pidge said, nudging the partly severed roll with hereating utensil, “this tastes like a cross between a sour gummy worm dipped ingelatin dipped in orange glaze dipped in spoiled milk.” She crossed her arms. “Thebest I can say about it is that at least the milk it was dipped in isn’t chunky yet. Also,” she addedcontemplatively, prodding the red fruit preserves arranged artfully on top ofthe rolls, “these aren’t too bad.”

Lance stared at her, dumbfounded,then laughed. “God, Pidge, that was the most colorful description of food I’veever heard,” he said, “and I’ve been friends with Hunk for years.”

“Hey,” Hunk finally interjected, “maybeI like sour gummy worms crossed with gelatin and dipped in orange glaze?”

Pidge looked at Lance, andtogether they turned to Hunk. “Even you can’t improve on this,” she said.

“True,” Hunk agreed, but he smiledimpishly. “But that’s because it’s perfect as it is.”

Pidge rolled her eyes at Lance,who grinned at her. “So you want to finish my dessert?”

“When you have a perfectly goodHunk right there?” Lance retorted with a nod towards him.

“Hey, don’t mind me,” Hunk said. “Thisis obviously a romantic question, and I’d rather not be on the receiving end ofLance’s jealousy.”

Pidge snorted into the crook ofher elbow while Lance screeched, “Hey!”

Pidge shushed him with an elbow tothe ribs, suddenly conscious that they were surrounded by people and thatPrincess Allura was throwing them a dirty look from over Shiro’s head. She smiledapologetically – and hopefully innocently– at her and told Lance, “Take the rest of my dessert, hon.”

“You got it, babe,” Lance replied.

When she pushed the plate backtowards her, he started in on the remaining rolls, but then she noticed him deconstructing them by picking the fruitpreserves off and moving them to the edge of the dish.

“What’re you doing?”

“I didn’t really like this redstuff,” Lance said with a dismissive wave of his free hand.

“Sure you didn’t,” Pidge said, pointedlyeyeing his very empty dessert plate.

Lance shrugged and ate. “Okay,fine,” he said with his mouth full. After he swallowed, he faced Pidge properlyand said, “You told me they weren’t toobad so you’re eating them.”

“No thanks,” Pidge said. Shecrossed her arms and looked away.

“You know,” Lance said airily, “Alluradid warn us that the Yudenans takeany food left behind as an insult.”

“Then you eat them.”

“What if I’m full now?”

“Oh, you’re full of something, allright.” Pidge leaned towards him, close enough she could catch a whiff of hiscologne – a much nicer scent than the burning candles arranged around thedining hall gave off – and said, “If you don’t eat them, I will give them toHunk.”

Lance narrowed his eyes at her. “Youwouldn’t dare.”

Pidge smirked at him. “I’m theGreen Paladin. I would dare anything.”

“If you don’t eat them,” said Lance, “I will drop them down the back ofyour dress.”

Pidge opened her mouth to retort,to call him on his bluff, but from the smirk that slowly curled his lips, sheknew she couldn’t. “Fine,” she grumbled, taking up the spoon-knife again andnudging red fruit preserves onto the spoon part. “You win.” Quieter, she added,“Asshole.”

“But you’re the one who likes me,”Lance shot back smugly, “so who’s the realasshole here?”

Pidge snorted. “That just makes mesomething of an idiot.” She spooned the preserves into her mouth with a sigh;they actually did taste good, the oneedible part of an otherwise unappealing dessert.

Lance made quick work of all thatshe left of her dessert, and Pidge, tired after a long evening of moresocializing than she was accustomed to, leaned into his side as the Yudenans’prime minister stood to make a speech about…something related to the VoltronCoalition (she might’ve dozed off for part of it).

Afterwards, when Pidge felt morealert and less confined, she told Lance, “I might’ve liked it more if it wasactually sweet. What kind of dessertisn’t sweet?”

Lance wrapped his arms around herwaist from behind, his face right next to hers and so close she couldpractically feel his smirk. “Maybethey thought you were plenty sweet enough without sugar, Pidge.”

Pidge fought a blush in vain asshe shoved his face away.

[alya-bug]

Manger des Cochonneries

Ao3 link

Just a cute story about Ladybug and Chat Noir bonding over junk food.

Chat Noir was clearly in a bad mood. He had barely made a single joke since they started patrol and he had a frown in place of his normal smirk. Ladybug had had enough.

“Chat, can we stop for a minute?” She swung onto a flat roof and gestured for him to join her.

“What is it?” He snapped.

“Chat.” She sat down cross legged and looked at him. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

He looked like he was about to say something but instead just sighed. He plopped down next to her. “It’s my father.” His frown deepened. “I know you don't want to hear more, because it’s normal life stuff.”

“Hey.” She leaned her head on his shoulder, comfortingly. “You’re not the only teen boy in Paris to have issues with his father. I am sure a little venting won’t give you away.”

He laughed. “That is true.” He was quiet for a moment before speaking again. “He is just really controlling. He won’t let me do anything because it will reflect badly on his ‘image’.” He rolled his eyes. “Basically the only time I see him is when he wants to tell me I am doing something wrong. He wants me to be this perfect emotionless robot son. He wants me to apologize for having basic human emotions. I am already so repressed that I am exhausted from acting all the time. Polite and vacant smiles, all day, everyday.” Chat smiled in a way that was very unlike him. It was polite, mild and didn't reach his eyes. It almost reminded her of someone, but she couldn't put her finger on who. He dropped the fake smile and scowled.

Ladybug was surprised. Chat never talked much about his homelife but she had guessed that it wasn’t as idyllic as her own. As he described it, suddenly his over-the-top behavior made sense. He was acting in a way that he couldn’t in his regular life.

“What about your mom?” She asked, hoping that they at least had a good relationship.

Bad move, judging by the sadness in his eyes. “She. . . went missing about a year and a half ago.”

“I am so sorry.” Ladybug touched his face in sympathy.

“It’s okay. You didn’t know.” He smiled at her, sadly. “We don’t really know what happened to her so she might come home someday. At least I have the memory of a good parent.”

“What’s your dad’s problem, anyway?” She felt bad bring up his dead mother and felt angry at his dick of a father.

Chat sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “So, we’re, like, really rich.” He blushed. “Like, really rich. ‘Stupid rich’, as my friend says. He wants me to represent the family and make us seem dignified at all times, as to not embarrass him in front of all his rich friends. Which is why I was barely allowed to have friends until recently. He didn’t want them to be a bad influence on me.”

“I didn’t expect your secret identity to be a ‘lonely rich boy’.” She laughed, but then felt bad. As a daughter of middle class small business owners and classmate of Chloe Bourgeois, she was not used to thinking of rich people as having real problems, but Chat’s dad sounded awful.

Chat chuckled. “Frankly, that you didn’t expect it is a good thing. I try not to act like, well, Chloe Bourgeois.”

She laughed. “You know her? She’s the worst.”

“Our families run in the same circles.” He laughed.

Ladybug paused. That meant he might know Adrien. Should she ask? No, that would be weird. Instead she just laughed. “You should rebel.” She suggested, jokingly.

He raised an eyebrow. “How? I don’t really want to get addicted to drugs and have a lot of anonymous sex, like most rebellious rich idiots.”

She laughed. “No, you fight super villains instead. But I think you need some extra rebellion. What’s something fun that you know he would just hate the idea of?”

Chat looked thoughtful. “He never lets me eat junk food.”

“Perfect.” She stood up and held out her hand. “Will you eat junk food with me, mon petit chaton?”

He took it, laughing, and stood up with her. “Really? Like, now? That sounds . . . fun, actually.”

Ladybug shrugged. “Why not? We can keep our eye open for criminals and akumas. I think you need this.”

He gave her a quick hug before pulling away, a silly grin on his face.

She smiled, surprised by how excited he seemed, before a thought occurred to her. “One problem. We don’t have our wallets in our suits.”

Chat Noir frowned. “I can just de-transform, toss you my wallet and then transform again.”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay, turn around and we can do this.” Chat Noir said eagerly.

Ladybug did as he said and heard the crackle of magic detransform her partner. It was weird, knowing that if she just turned around, she would know what he looked like under the mask.

“Here it is.” She felt something nudge her hand behind her back. She grabbed on to it and was surprised when her gloved hand made contact with his gloveless fingers. She brought the wallet around in front of her and looked at it. It was black leather, slim, and clearly designer. He wasn’t lying about being rich, apparently. She almost flipped it open before stopping herself. His ID was probably in there. She fought down her curiosity and reminded herself that she didn’t actually want to know his identity.

“Okay, Plagg. Transform me.” The magic transformed him again and she turned around to face her partner, who was grinning like an idiot.

“Let’s do this. Let’s eat some junk.”

Swooping down to street level, they walked for a block before Ladybug spotted what she was looking for. They stood, giggling outside a late night corner store, hesitating at the door.

“So, we are actually just going to go in there, in our uniforms, and buy a bunch of junk food?” Chat asked, smiling stupidly.

“We’re going to buy a mountain of junk food.” Ladybug said, confidently.

“I’ve never been to a place like this,” he said, nervously eyeing the advertisements for cigarettes and lottery tickets.

She rolled her eyes. “Come on, rich boy.” She pushed open the door. The only other person in the store was the cashier, a middle aged Arabic man who stared at them with a confused look on his face. Having two superheros come into your small store probably was a bit of a shock.

She turned her attention to Chat Noir. His eyes were wide as he looked around the small store. The brightly colored, precariously stacked packages seemed to overwhelm him. Ladybug laughed as he ran over to the cold drinks fridge and peered excitedly at all the sodas.

“Ladybug! They have Coke! I have always wanted to try Coke!” He exclaimed pulling out a bottle from the fridge.

“You have seriously never had a Coke before?” She shook her head in disbelief. “Grab me a Fanta.”

“Some of these flavors . . . seem a little odd.” He said staring at the wall of chips.

She laughed. “Yeah, just stick with the classics.” She grabbed several chip bags from the shelf and through them into a basket. She threw in several small bags of candy on top and a jar of nutella. “This should be a good start to your junk food education.”

Chat Noir grinned. “I will follow your lead, my lady.” He put the sodas into the basket.

They went over to the cashier, who was still gaping at them. “Hi,” Ladybug put the basket on the counter. “We want to buy this.”

He seemed to realized what was going on and shook himself out of his daze. “Of course.” He said in lightly accented French. “Will that be everything?” He asked while scanning the items.

Ladybug nodded and Chat reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He slipped his credit card out and started to hand it to the cashier before Ladybug grabbed his hand.

“Really, minou?” She asked. “You are really just going to give someone a card with your real name on it?” She turned to the cashier. “No offence, Monsieur.”

“None taken, mademoiselle.” The cashier said, automatically. “We do not take credit cards, anyways.”

Chat Noir looked sheepish as he handed the man the cash.

As he was counting out the change he spoke. “My daughter is a big fan. I am too, of course, but my daughter really loves you two. It would mean a lot to her if I could get a picture.”

Ladybug laughed. “Of course.”

Several minutes later, after posing for a picture and collecting their food, the two heros sat on a nearby rooftop.

“This is terrible. So sour and fake tasting.” Chat Noir exclaimed, laughing. He took another gummy worm. “Why can’t I stop eating them?”

“It’s one of life’s mysteries.” Ladybug looked at the pile of ‘food’ spilled out between them. She grabbed the jar of Nutella. “You need this next.”

Chat raised his eyebrow. “My lady, I’ve had things with Nutella before.”

“Ah, yes.” She tried to convey an air of a teacher about to share important knowledge. “But I’m guessing you have never eaten it straight from the jar.” She held up two plastic spoons she had remembered to grab as they left the store.

He grinned. “That sounds ridiculous and slightly disgusting. I love it.”

She would always remember the way his eyes lit up with that first spoonful of Nutella. It was adorable. They finished the jar far too quickly.

“I think my stomach is going to rebel if I eat anymore.” Chat said, groaning.

Ladybug laughed. “No junkfood binge would be complete without a horrible stomach ache.” She flicked his nose. “It’s part of the experience.”

He stuck out his tongue and then smiled. “I love having experiences with you.”

The sincerity in his voice made her blush. “I like it a lot too, Chat.”

He leaned over to her and her breathing quickened. His eyes were tender with affection and she was terrified he was going to try to kiss her. Before she could go through all the reasons she didn’t want that to happen, he rubbed his thumb against the tip of her nose. He grinned as he held his thumb up to her. There was a chocolate smear on it.

“How did you get Nutella on your nose?” He laughed.

The moment was gone and she breathed a sigh of relief. “It gets everywhere. It isn’t my fault.”

“Slob.”

She threw a candy bar at him. “Here, eat this. Maybe you will eat yourself into a candy coma and I won’t have to deal with you anymore.” She laughed as he tossed a bag of chips back at her.

They laughed together in the cool night air.

[full-moon-battle]

All the soft asks

Blankets: I’ve never been in love other than platonically.

Stuffies: Well, I haven’t really had a best friend in years, but I did make a  really nice friend from school back when I attended public school. I met them one day, while eating a snow cone and we talked about Pokemon and stuff. I haven’t really talked to them online since they don’t use online communication very much.

Fluffy Pillows: I have memory problems so I cannot remember dreams unless I write them in my dream journal. The most recent dream in the journal was a really creepy nightmare I’d rather not talk about. It was super scary :(

Scented Candles: I actually listen to metal music to relax. I listen to hardcore/emo metal, viking metal, and power metal.

Gem Stones: My birthstone is opal, which is my favourite gem. (Also in Steven Universe)

Pyjamas: I don’t actual wear anything besides normal clothes when I sleep, unless it’s cold, in which I just wear flannel pajamas.

Fuzzy Socks: I really like Zootopia! I just like anthropomorphic animals and I thought the plot was really interesting!

Kittens & Puppies: I have two cats named Greely and Butter. I adopted Greely from animal control and he instantly feel in love with me and used to snuggle up with me in bed when it got cold. My nephews found Butter as a stray one day while they visiting around my town. They brought her to me and let me keep her since I needed a companion to help with my anxiety.

Laughter: I can’t remember any funny joke at the moment, sorry. :(

Mittens: I haven’t played out in the snow since I was really young, but I love watching the snow fall! It looks really pretty!

Hot Coco: I just enjoy a normal Frappuccino. Nothin’ fancy.

Soft Kisses: I don’t really know how to describe it, unless I just say what it is. I absolutely love DaveKat!! I always have, ever since first joining the fandom.

Rainy Days: I listen to metal music while doing something like reading or playing Skyrim. I do that on most days, actually, but it feels better on a rainy day.

Flower Petals: I love lavender! They look really pretty in fields, and smell really nice too!!

Cotton Candy: I love all kinds of candy! I love eating sour gummy worms, especially.

Bubble Baths: I unfortunately have really bad memory problems, but I do remember how my younger nephews sometimes come over to play Minecraft with me. I hope they can on my birthday!!

Wooly Scarfs: Spirits by The Strumbellas

Roasted Marshmallows: An forest with many birch trees and the leaves turning a relaxing orange and a cool breeze surrounding me as I sit outside the tent.

Bird Songs: 1. Dragons 2: Kittens 3: Metal Music 4: Pokemon 5: Friendship

Old Books: I know that the Warrior Cats series is kinda overrated, but I love it! My favourite character is Yellowfang, but my least favourite is Tigerstar. (Hence my URL name)

Warm Hugs: @feferi-hates-pedos

Clouds: I once saw a cloud that looked likePaarthurnaxfrom Skyrim, but I have no idea how I can remember that since that was like three years ago.

Fae: A water fairy with beautiful ice-blue eyes.

Holding Hands: I’m aromantic, so I’ve never been romantically interested in someone, nor will I ever be.

Cupcakes: I don’t really have favorite flavour of cupcakes, but I absolutely love cupcakes!!! They’re my favourite thing to eat!!

Tealights: I don’t know anything about romance, sorry. :(

Gardens: My mother gave me Greely as a gift to help my anxiety and was the first cat I ever owned.

Sorry that this is a little late!! I couldn’t write this on mobile so I had to turn on my PC but it’s very slow and soon reaching the end of it’s life. 

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ACCEPTING MY LIEBSTER AWARD! — 07.06.15

It’s so cool that I have been nominated for the Liebster Award! I never really thought my blog would get any kind of recognition, much less an award. I would like to thank Gabrielle from Food Drinks Life for nominating me! For my foodie friends, Gabrielle has a great blog detailing wonderful recipes from entrees to drinks, and a nice helping of lifestyle content as well! You can check out her excellent posts here.

Now, onto my acceptance! With the Liebster Award comes a set of questions for me to answer that allow my readers to get to know me and my content a little bit better. Continue reading on for my nominations as well! Enjoy.

1.       Tell us about your blog.

Ambitiously, Amanda is simply my personal place to post things I’m ambitious about, whether it’s excelling in school, personal growth, budgeting, or anything in between. I made this blog back in May just to share tips and tricks for ambition regarding school and money, but it’s growing to be more than that now with lifestyle posts making their way into my archive of content. I really just wanted a place to help others out, and this is where I’m passionately doing so.

If you want me to be honest, I didn’t think anyone would really read my blog when it first started, but I have garnered great support from classmates, friends, and online followers from Facebook, Pinterest, and Tumblr. I can’t wait to see where this project leads me in the future.

2.       What has been the most rewarding experience your blog has brought you?

I think in general, the process of blogging in itself is rewarding. Having people read and appreciate your content is something that personally drives and inspires me to continue with this little project! However, I must say being able to help others and dish out advice is rewarding, seeing the praise and assistance I allocate to my readers who like to follow my guides, tips, and tricks.

3.       What is the best piece of advice you can give your readers?

Never ever give up on what you want to achieve. Kind of cheesy, but considering my entire blog is based off of the premise of ambition, it’s something I try to get everyone to realize. It’s ok to fail, but never, ever, stop chasing your dreams. There are many days where I feel like what I’m doing is for nothing and that I should immediately give up, but I always remind myself that it’s detrimental to always stay hungry to achieve your goals and prove the disbelievers wrong.

4.       What is your favourite travel destination and why?

New York City! I loved being able to visit this enchanting megalopolis back in 2015 and remember the distinct feeling of wonderment radiating off of my body. I have always loved cities and being able to explore the alleys, neighborhoods, nooks, and crannies of one of the most populous cities in the world was an absolute dream come true. I ended up being able to go because of a school trip, so we got to do a lot of things, like see two Broadway shows, go to Times Square, be trained by a Broadway singer, go to the top of the Rockefeller Centre, among many other amazing, unforgettable experiences. I think about going back everyday. It truly made an impression on me!

5.       Where would you love to go in the world?

I would personally love to visit the United Kingdom, along with places like Scotland, Iceland, Denmark, and France. Europe absolutely captivates me and being able to go over the Eastern Sea and visit these places that are dripping with culture and tradition enthralls me to no end. I hope to travel in my mid twenties and visit these places, before I’m trapped up in full time work and relationships. Considering I have only been to the majority of the Canadian provinces and to the States once for NYC, going to another continent sounds remarkable!

6.       If someone were visiting your city or town, what would you suggest they do?

Leave. Welland isn’t very fun if you’re someone who’s in their teens or early twenties. If you’re older, there may be some stuff to do around here, like rowing, biking down to Merritt Island, or exploring our local art pieces. I would suggest going to St. Catharines or Niagara Falls, as there are more attractions there, like the falls, Clifton Hill, the Pen Centre, theatre shows, concert halls, and a vast array of bars, clubs, and restaurants.

7.       What makes you deliriously happy?

Music. It’s my passion, driving my life forward everyday, since I was a kid. Just going to see shows and feel the beat of the bass in your chest, the rush of euphoria in your head as you shout the words to your favourite songs is a joy that has been unmatched in my life. Even performing music is a delirium that makes me dizzy — whether it’s singing, playing ukulele, or alto sax — the shaking of my hands is welcomed as I stare out into the crowd. The feeling you get to experience when tuning out the world and listening to the intricacies of your favourite compositions is indiscernibly wonderful.

8.       What is your guilty pleasure?

Taylor Swift; even though I’m not ashamed I listen to her, she still gets some backlash nowadays. Also, any junk food or “drunk” food like poutine, fries, chips, cheesecake, and sour gummy worms. I am awful at keeping on track while I attempt to eat healthier.

9.       What is a difficult obstacle you have had to overcome?

Going to eight schools over the course of my nineteen years of life has definitely done a doozy on my mental state. Being the new kid constantly was something that drove me to near insanity several times. However, the constant moving my family did during the childhood made me incredibly resilient, someone who can handle most anything with strength and solitude.

Change use to terrify me. Now, I thrive off of it.

10.   What are you most grateful in your life?

The fact that I can go and chase my dream every day because of the place in which I live is something I’m incredibly gracious about; but my family and friends help to push me to reach those hopes and dreams. They are my support system, my backbone; I would be nothing without them.

Thanks for reading the ten questions that came along with my Liebster nomination! I hope these answers allowed you to get to know me a little bit better. With my nomination, I would like to nominate the following five blogs…

1.       Mexicana en Toronto

2.       Sunburnt Aloe

3.       Bedtime Blabber

4.       Adulting Mama

5.       Ask Diran

Check out these lovely blogs above and leave me some below, if you would like.

Ambitiously,

Amanda

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