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watchyourbluesturngolden · 4 years ago

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the shrooms cafe

part 1- watermelon tea with strawberry boba

hello everyone 🥺 this is the first series i've ever done so i'm a little nervous but i'm so excited because I really like this story!!!

this is the first part, and I have literally no idea how long it will be because I don't have a solid plan/outline yet! so feel free to send little concepts or things you would like to see included 🥺 i can't guarantee they will be added but i'll definitely try my best :)

shrooms cafe masterlist

my masterlist

warnings: none

word count: 2k

"Stella, we have to leave in 10 minutes!" You called up the stairs. "Come down so you can eat breakfast!" "Yeah Stella, hurry up!" Seraphina yelled from her spot at the dining table. She was finishing up her fruit loops with a grin on her face. "You're going to make us late!" As the youngest, she often liked to bother her sisters. She was only five, just starting kindergarten, but she was already a master at getting under their skin.

"Sera, don't antagonize your sister, please," you reminded her. "She's not going to make us late." Sophie rolled her eyes. "Seraphina, you're so immature." Despite only being 11, Sophie was clearly the mother hen. You sometimes joked that the girls didn't even need you; Sophie would take on the role of their mother with no problem. "Besides, you were the one who made us late yesterday." "It's not my fault I couldn't find my purple socks. What was I supposed to do?" "Maybe wear different socks?" Sophie suggested smugly. "You know I need my purple socks, otherwise I can't write my words!" Sophie rolled her eyes again. "You don't need a certain color socks to write." "Yes I do!" You smiled to yourself, turning back to the fridge as the two bickered. You pulled out the ingredients you would need to make their lunches, then reached up on your tiptoes to get their lunch bags from the top of fridge. "Okay girls, what kind of sandwiches do you want today?" "Peanut butter and jelly!" Seraphina said excitedly. "Why did I even ask?" You smiled. "And Sophie?" "Turkey please, but I can make it myself," She said, sliding off her chair and bringing the breakfast dishes to the sink. "Thank you, love," you said, leaning over to kiss the top of her head. "You are such a big help in the mornings, I don't know what I would do without you." "You would have a real handful dealing with those two," She said matter-of-factly. "That I would," you laughed, handing her a butter knife. "Stella!" you called again. The 8 year old came running down the stairs, carrying her backpack and another bag. "Did you forget I have dance today?" "I did not forget," you reassured her. She liked to plan things, and got worried quickly if she wasn't kept in the loop. "I'll pick you up at the door by the playground, does that work?" "Actually, I was wondering if I could walk today? A bunch of my friends do, and I feel kind of weird having my mom drop me off." "That should be fine," You nodded. "But stay with the group, don't go off by yourself." "I won't," she groaned, rolling her eyes. "You're so overprotective." "Oh yes, I'm so sorry for trying to keep you safe," you laughed. "Now what do you want for lunch?" Once everything was ready, the four of you made your way out to the car. Stella climbed into the back, and Sophie helped Seraphina get buckled. Even though the three of them bickered a lot (as sisters often do) it wasn't hard to see how much they loved each other. "Everybody buckled?" You asked, looking behind you. When you heard a chorus of confirmation, you started your playlist and smiled when the opening notes of Adore You filtered through the speakers. It was easily one of your favorite songs, and the girls liked it just as much as you did. It wasn't a long drive to the cafe; it took about 15 minutes if traffic was good. The girls' school bus stopped about a block away, so they walked there together every morning. Then after school, they would come back to the shop and read books or finish homework until it was time to close up and go home. You parked in the lot behind the shop, helping the girls out of the car and making sure they had all their things. Seraphina held out her hand, and Stella grabbed it to help her jump over a puddle on the sidewalk. Sophie gasped excitedly. "I think that was the biggest jump you've ever done!" The girls promptly launched into a discussion about who could jump farther as you unlocked the door. As soon as it was open, they made their way over to the mushrooms to find some books for the day. Their voices filled the shop as they chatted about school and the cute boy Stella liked and the kitten they had seen outside their house the other day. You went about your morning duties, flipping on the lights and starting up the coffee machine. You also turned on the oven, preparing to bake the muffins. (They were frozen- who has the time to bake them fresh? Certainly not a mother of 3.) Once the kitchen was ready, you went over to the radio and tuned it to a familiar station, the soft

music adding some pleasant background noise. "Okay girls, it's time to get to the bus stop," you said, leaning over the counter to speak to them. "Don't forget, I'm walking to dance," Stella said, pointing at you as she walked to the door. "I won't forget," you said, pointing back at her. "Have a good day!" "Bye mom," Seraphina waved her small hand at you. "Bye honey, bye Sophia," You smiled, blowing a kiss to the three of them. "See you later!" Once the three of them were gone, you went around to the shelves and straightened up, getting ready for your first customers.

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After the lunch rush had dwindled down and the shop was nearly empty again, you were getting ready to go on your lunch break. You had just leaned down to grab a sandwich from the deli case when the bell above the door jingled, alerting you that a new customer had come in. You straightened up, your eyes going wide when you realized who it was, but you quickly fixed your face and smiled. "Welcome to the Shrooms Cafe!" "Hello," the man smiled back, speaking in a deep British accent. "I saw your sign for boba tea, and I've been looking everywhere to find some. You're the third shop I've been to today, so I'm really hoping you're not sold out like everywhere else," he grinned, coming closer to the counter. "No, we're not out! What kind did you want?" You asked. "Um... probably should have thought about that before I came in," he laughed nervously, looking at the menu above your head. "Oh, don't worry about it, we're not busy right now," you said reassuringly. “Take all the time you need.” He smiled gratefully, stepping off to the side while he read the menu. Meanwhile, you fidgeted with towels and wiped off the work surfaces and tried to pretend you weren’t staring at him. Who could blame you, really? Harry Styles had just walked into your coffee shop. Who wouldn’t stare? “I think…” he spoke again, breaking you out of your trance. “I’ll do the watermelon tea, with strawberry boba, please.” You nodded, laughing lightly. He quirked one eyebrow, smiling along with you. “What’s funny?” “Oh, no, it’s just… of course you would order the one with watermelon.” “Oh,” he smiled, and you thought you detected a hint of a blush on his cheeks. “I guess I do have a bit of a reputation with fruit, don’t I?” “Just a little,” you grinned. “One watermelon tea with strawberry boba, coming right up.” After ringing up the order, you quickly got to work. Instead of his real name, you wrote “watermelon man” on the sticker on the cup. Hopefully he would appreciate your little joke. “Here you are,” you smiled. “I hope it’s good, seeing as you worked so hard to find some.” “I’m sure it’ll be amazing,” he laughed, grabbing a straw from beside the cash register. You also noticed he had dropped a generous tip into the jar, probably while you had been busy making the drink. “Have a nice day,” you smiled. “You as well,” he said with a small wave before he made his way out the door, sipping his drink as he went. You sighed, shaking your head with a small grin as you grabbed the sandwich from earlier and went to a table for your lunch break.

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“Hi mom!” Sophie yelled, holding open the door for Seraphina. “Hi girls!” You called from the back corner of the shop. “I’m by the mushrooms!” The girls quickly found you, Seraphia hugging you and Sophie situating herself on one of the short stools. “How was your day?” You asked. “Good! I gave my report on monarch butterflies and guess what Mrs. Wilson said?” Sophie asked, leaning forward. “What did she say?” “She said it was the best report she had heard all day. She waited until the other kids left so they wouldn’t feel bad, but still,” she said proudly. “Oh wow! I’m so proud of you,” you said, moving over to hug her. “What did I tell you? You can do anything you put your mind to,” you smiled. “Including writing the best report in the whole class, hmm?” She nodded happily before turning away from you to pull a book off the shelf closest to her. “Which one are you starting now?” You asked, leaning over her shoulder to see the book she had. “Anne of Green Gables,” she said. “Oh, I loved those books when I was your age,” you smiled. “I think you’ll really like them.”

She nodded, already immersed in the book. You turned back to Seraphina, who was pulling her folder out of her backpack. “And how was your day, miss Seraphina?” “It was so good, look!” She handed you a paper with two gold stars at the top. “My teacher gave me two gold stars. She said my writing was very good!"

"All that practicing we did must have worked, then!" you said, beaming as you looked at her letters. They were still wobbly, but a huge improvement over how they had been at the beginning of the school year.

She nodded. "And then I colored this picture for you!” She handed you another page. This one had a drawing of you holding hands with her, Sophie, and Stella. The three of you had big smiles and lots of adorable little details. Stella had her hair in a bun and was wearing ballet shoes. Sophie was holding a book in her free hand. Seraphina had drawn herself wearing a shirt with a cat (her favorite animal) on it, and she was wearing her purple socks. Lastly, there was you, holding a cup of coffee and wearing a shirt with a big red heart on it. “Since you like coffee so much,” she explained. “It's beautiful,” you smiled, hugging her. “We’ll hang it on the fridge when we get home, okay?” “Okay,” she agreed. “Why don’t you find a book and read with Sophie for a little bit? We have just over an hour, then we have to go get Stella from dance.” She nodded, handing you the papers and her backpack before running over to the shelves. She grabbed a picture book, settling into the red cushion in the tree and beginning to flip through the pages.

----- “Alright girls, it’s time to pick up Stella,” you said as you wiped off the counter one last time. You had already turned off all the machines and packed up everything else for the day. You flipped the lights off on the way out, smiling a bit when you saw the hand painted sign for boba tea in the window. Harry came into your mind again, with his easy smile, his kind words, and his blushing laugh. You really hoped you would see him again, even though you knew you probably wouldn't. Your shop wasn't very big or well known. How likely was it for him to come to the same little shop in the middle of London again? Still, it didn’t hurt to hope. Maybe he would decide to try the other flavors and stop in again. Your smile spread even further when you started your playlist and Lights Up was the first song to come on. Apparently, it was going to be hard to forget about him.

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crabsxdragons · 4 years ago

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Mornings at The Chois

The morning rays of the sun entered the kitchen and dining room, flooding it with so much light. It’s barely eight am and so much is already happening at this household. The two oldest kids are getting ready for school, Hyunjae is currently looking for his socks which y/n had clearly put beside his uniform earlier. Hyunjin, being the good brother he is, is helping him search for it, while holding a piece of apple he’s having for breakfast. The youngest, Kira, is happily sitting on her baby chair with Seungcheol feeding her. It seems like there’s more food on her clothes and face, than it is in her tummy though.

“Mommy... can you please braid my hair ?”, the second oldest tugged y/n’s pajamas. She told Nara to wait for her a bit, as she’s still preparing their lunch boxes.

“Nara, why won’t you let daddy braid your hair again ?”, Seungcheol pouted, pretending to get hurt by clutching his chest.

The little girl shook her head frantically, “because mommy does it better than daddy”

Poor Nara probably remembered than one time her daddy had to braid her hair for school because y/n had to take care of a sick Kira. And from Nara’s reaction, we all know what happened.

“Hyunjae ? did you find your socks already ?”

The sound of footsteps can be heard from the hallway. Seconds later, Hyunjae appeared already wearing his socks. “It was on my bed”, he grinned.

Y/n shook her head as she braided Nara’s hair, “okay, now finish you breakfast if you don’t want to be late”

It was a blessing that the kids ate their breakfast without any fuss today, maybe it’s because she made them their favorite egg rolls, in which she hid a bunch of vegetables in. She’s currently trying to make the kids love vegetables and fruits, it’s a slow progress, but it’s progress nonetheless.

“Okay ! time for school ! everybody take your bags and wear your shoes !”, Seungcheol announced as he puts on his coat. He is in charge of driving them to school in the morning, and picking them up from school.

Once they’re all set, y/n gave them their lunch boxes. One for Hyunjin who’s in kindergarten, one for Nara who’s in first grade, one for Hyunjae who’s in third grade, and one for the babiest of all her children, Seungcheol, their dad.

“I can’t believe you asked me to make you a lunch box when you got free lunch everyday from the company”

“Aren’t you happy that I prefer your cooking though ?” Y/n rolled her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile at this. She wondered what his staff must have thought, seeing their CEO walk into the office with a superhero-themed lunch box. (yes, your prayers have been heard, Seungcheol is finally the CEO of an entertainment company)

“Thank you, dear”, he gave his wife a kiss on the lips, earning shrieks from the kids. Seungcheol chuckled and teased the kids by giving more kisses to their mom.

Y/n giggled at this and pushed him away, “go, the kids are going to be late”

Just as they walked outside towards the car, Hyunjae ran back to y/n. “Mommy, did you bring me an extra jelly today ?”, he whispered.

Y/n nodded and pats his head, “yes dear, remember to share it with Mina, okay ?”

The boy nodded and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “thank you mommy, I’ll see you after school !”

He ran outside towards his dad, who is still strapping Hyunjin in his car seat and helping Nara put her seatbelts on. Once he made sure all of his kids is safely strapped in, he blew a kiss to his wife and youngest daughter standing in front of the house.

“Kira, say bye daddy...”, the little girl waved her hands, receiving a kiss on the head from y/n.

Y/n mouthed a “love you” to Seungcheol just before he drove away, which he replied by screaming “love you too !” from the top of his lungs.

Once they’ve left, the house becomes so much more quiet with only y/n and Kira around.

“Okay baby, now how about a bubble bath with mommy ?”

Seventeen Family AU

the pictures above are not mine, credits to owners.

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twomoonstwosuns · 5 years ago

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halloween

back to you [series masterlist]

next part

pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warnings: alcohol, smut (18+), swearing, age gap (reader over 18), everything consensual

word count: 2.1k

a/n: there’s nothing sweet about this. i had a dream someone commented on one of my fics asking for smutty professor poe. no one actually did, but here we are. this is my first time writing smut so please be gentle if it sucks, but i’m honestly pretty proud of it.

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This was not how you expected your night to go.

It was Halloween night. When your friends suggested you go out to Ghostbar, a popular nightclub in the heart of the city, you thought you’d just be drinking and dancing, screaming out the lyrics of your favorite songs and maybe grinding up against a guy or two. Your sexy pirate costume showed just enough to warrant the term ‘sexy’ but not overly revealing that it gave away all the goods. You felt hot. Confident.

You never thought you’d run into one of your professors at the bar. Poe Dameron, of course, the one you had a crush on. How could you not? With his dark curls and easy smile, he was the epitome of sex appeal. What girl at your school didn’t have a crush on him?

You were getting a drink after your friends had seemingly disappeared. Coincidentally, he was also dressed as a pirate. He wore tight black pants that left absolutely nothing to the imagination and a white billowy shirt with a deep v that showed off part of his tanned, toned chest. He hadn’t bothered to shave, the stubble covering his sharp jaw and making him look rugged. His dark eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner as part of his costume and you started to think that there was nothing this man couldn’t wear that he wouldn’t make look incredibly sexy.

Poe asked to buy you a drink as he sat down next to where you stood. You agreed with a sly smile and he put it on his tab. It wasn’t uncommon for professors to meet up with students at the local bars, grabbing a drink and chatting in a casual setting. You went to a smaller university, so students often had overlap with professors for different classes. Some of the professors got to know their students more than others, Poe being one of them. He was ten years your senior but one of the youngest professors at the school. It was easy for him to get along with his students.

“So, Professor D—“

“Professor’s so formal. Call me Poe. Besides, I’m not technically your teacher right now, am I?”

His class had been half a semester long, a full semester’s worth of work condensed into half that time. Your last day of his class had been the previous day.

“I guess not.” You bit back a smile. “So what brings you here tonight, Poe?I didn’t take you as a nightclub kind of guy.”

“I’m not usually, but a few friends dragged me out. What about you?”

“I also came here with a group of friends, but they clearly abandoned me. My guess is they’re at the foam party, I know they wanted to check that out.”

“You didn’t want to?”

“A little too much for my taste, but after a few more drinks that could be a completely different story. After all, it is Halloween. All order is suspended, there are no rules, and anything goes.”

One drink with Poe turned into two, which turned into tequila shots. More people had made their way to the bar, squishing themselves next to you. It made you stumble forward, and you were now standing between his legs, his hand resting just below your hip to keep you steady. You were pleasantly buzzed, not really aware of the people around you but very aware of the way the tips of Poe’s fingers grazed down your side and began tracing the bare skin of your thighs through your fishnet tights. The simple touch and the way his hooded eyes looked at you like he wanted to eat you alive was enough to make you grow wet between your legs. He leaned forward, his fingers ceasing their movements.

“What do you say to going somewhere less crowded?” Poe’s low voice vibrated against your cheek, his lips just grazing your ear. You heart was pounding and you could feel how damp your underwear was.

You would’ve followed him anywhere. A million different things were happening around you and your only focus was him. Right now he wasn’t your professor and you weren’t his student. He was a handsome man buying you drinks and getting a little handsy and you were a woman flirting and letting him. Poe eyed the bathrooms across the floor, and you nodded as he went ahead, checking out his ass as he walked away. You finished the rest of your drink and took two steps in the same direction when you saw him come back, shaking his head. But he had a backup plan. Poe grabbed your hand and you followed him down the stairs and out the door.

Poe backed you into the darkness of the alleyway and trapped you between the wall and his body, kissing you fiercely. The bite of the cold autumn night was nothing compared to the heat you felt all over your body. You always imagined he’d be an amazing kisser, his lips always looking soft and plump, but this was beyond anything you imagined. He lifted you up and your legs wrapped around his waist. The wall of the building was rough against your skin. You guessed there’d be some scrapes, but the thought of the combination of the rough wall and Poe’s soft skin both rubbing against you turned you on more than you thought. His large hands rested on your exposed torso, caressing right underneath the curve of your breasts. You pushed your hip against his hardening cock, a delicious groan coming from deep in his chest that you felt beneath your hands as you ran your hands under the v of his shirt.

His mouth was doing things to you that you only imagined. He was a passionate speaker and you often found yourself daydreaming in the middle of class about what else his mouth could do. He alternated between sucking and biting your neck, his skilled tongue soothing the sting and leaving a display of marks behind.

“We can’t tell anybody.” He mumbled against your neck. You bit the shell of his ear, making him groan and squeeze your thighs. There would definitely be bruises there. “Definitely against the rules.”

“No rules tonight,” you purred in his ear before tracing it with your tongue.

Poe kissed you hard, a lust-fueled tangle of teeth and tongues. He untied the front of your cropped peasant top, revealing nothing underneath. He muttered something that sounded to you like ‘beautiful’ as he kissed down your neck to the valley of your chest. One of his large hands came up to cup your breast, kneading it firmly. His lips latched onto your other breast, the sensation of his lips on your nipple making you grip his hair hard. A soft cry came from you when he gently bit down before moving to the other one. You rolled your hips against his, feeling how hard he was against your leg.

You untucked his shirt, your hand dipping just below the waistband of his pants and going straight into his briefs. You wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping him slowly. He was thick and long in your hand and you felt yourself getting wetter at the thought of him inside you. He whispered a ‘fuck’ against your skin as your thumb brushed over the head, smearing the pre-cum that was there.

Poe placed you back on the ground and untied your shorts, pushing them down with your tights and underwear. He brushed his thumb over your clit, pulling a gasp from your mouth. He dragged his fingers over you, collecting the wetness. The tip of his middle and index fingers found your entrance, circling it but not entering. You whimpered pathetically. You were complete putty in his hands. He pushed his fingers in, only going so far as the first knuckle before pulling back. You begged him, the teasing becoming too much for you to handle with how worked up you were.

“Please, just fuck me.”

He wanted to keep teasing you, but in the alleyway, time was of the essence. Poe withdrew his fingers, bringing one leg up to hitch around his waist. He coated his cock with your arousal before entering you slowly. You threw your head back at being so deliciously filled. He let you adjust to his size for a couple of seconds before he pulled almost all the way out and thrusting in deeply. Your moans encouraged him and his hands held your hips hard as he pounded into you. One of your hands gripped his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt bunching up underneath your grasp, and the other hand wove into the hair on the base of his neck.

It was hard and fast, how being fucked in an alleyway usually was. His breath was hot on your ear. Neither of you were going to last much longer. Poe stalled for a minute to bring your other leg back up around his waist, your ankles locking behind his back as he drove deeper into you. The head of his cock brushed against the spot inside you that made you gasp in absolute pleasure, his name on your lips repeatedly like a prayer. He brushed the spot again and again and your moans became louder as the coil inside you was ready to snap.

“Poe—fuck—“

“Cum for me.” Poe growled. A couple flicks of his finger against your clit was enough to send you over and you clenched around him, riding out your mind-blowing orgasm. Poe grunted in response, his release creeping up on him.

“Fuck—where—“

You caught his eye and ran your tongue over your bottom lip. He pulled out of you, both of you hissing at the loss of contact and you sank to your knees. You took the head of his cock in your mouth and wrapped your hand around the base, pumping slowly as your mouth took more of him. One touch to the back of your throat and he came. He shot load after load into your mouth, all of it going down your throat. Once you were sure you got it all, you stood back up. Poe immediately captured your lips again, kissing you roughly as you slumped against the wall. Your legs were jelly. You pulled away breathless and giggled.

“Holy shit.” You said.

Poe gave you a smile as he leaned down to pull his pants up. He then helped pull your bottoms up, giving the inside of your thigh a quick kiss. You nearly moaned. You wished you had the time to see what his mouth could do between your legs. You tied your top back up and tamed your hair as best you could. You found your phone on the ground, the screen lighting up with text messages and catching your attention. You hadn’t even realized you dropped it. A quick look at the messages showed it was your friends wondering where you were and to meet you by the door.

“Gotta go?”

“Yeah.” You were still breathless and you took another couple of seconds to catch your breath. When you were certain you could walk again, you put your hand on Poe’s bare chest and kissed his cheek. You pulled back and bit your lip.

“I’ll see you around, Professor.”

You heard him chuckle as you walked away, adding a little extra sway to your hips because you knew he was watching. You showed the bouncer at the door the stamp on your wrist and he let you back inside. Your friends were waiting by the door just as they said and you gave them some excuse about getting fresh air when they asked where you were. It was still dark in the club and not even the lights outside could catch the hickeys on your neck and chest, but you knew they’d see them later.

Another group of people came inside, squeezing behind you to make their way in. A large hand on the small of your back caught your attention, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared. You saw the back of Poe’s shirt disappearing back up the stairs towards the bar. You were a little grateful that you didn’t have his class anymore. There was no way you’d be able to sit and listen to him teach knowing how good a kisser he was and what his cock felt like inside of you.

But fate has a funny way of bringing people together.

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peace-coast-island · 4 years ago

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Diary of a Junebug

Banana leaves and olive branches

Bananas, bananas, and more bananas! The streets of Sapling City have been bustling with activity all weekend as the annual Gone Bananas Market takes over town square by storm. Fellow campers like Nana and Cashmere have their own stands full of banana treats for all to enjoy!

Along with trying all the goodies and helping campers set up, Daisy Jane and I also met up with some old friends. Lotte's back at the market with her fried bananas and that's not all. I was surprised to see her brothers tag along - other than Mitch, I didn't expect to see Adam and an even bigger surprise, Gene.

It's interesting seeing the dynamics of the Clementine siblings. Adam's the authoritative one, a natural leader who knows how to command. He's a lot like his dad, a hard worker who people turn to when they need help. Despite the large age differences - six and a half between him and Mitch, twelve and a half between him and Lotte and Gene - they're all super close. He left Sapling City to travel the world so that's what he's been doing. Since Gene patched things up with their dad in a long overdue reconciliation months ago, Adam's been visiting home more often.

Mitch is what you'd call a gentle giant. He towers over pretty much everyone and he's got a big heart. He's also the mediator of the family, the one who tries to keep the peace but ends up getting strung along his younger siblings's antics. Mitch is also great with plants and animals - I swear he must have some sort of secret power that allows him to communicate with other creatures as he always seems to know exactly what they need.

Then there's Lotte, the only woman in the house. She pretty much has her family wrapped around her finger, whether they want to admit it or not. Lotte is the go-getter of the family, always trying out something new and stringing her brothers along. For almost a decade now Lotte's been running a fried banana stand on and off at the Gone Bananas Market, an old recipe from her mom's family. After Adam moved out, Lotte took on the reins as the leader with Mitch as her partner in crime.

Gene's the one I know the least about. He's the youngest by fifteen minutes, described as a firecracker and a tornado by Mitch and Lotte respectively. The oldest and youngest tend to butt heads often while the middles end up getting caught up in his schemes. He was also known for his high spirits, at least before it was broken by unfortunate circumstances.

Basically, a long time ago an old ex acquaintance of their dad's came to visit. Acquaintance was known to be highly critical and had a bad influence on old Clem, who convinced him that Gene, and to an extent Lotte, were bad seeds because of their mom. Gene, being the troublemaker and baby of the family, was being unfairly punished and criticized for everything. It didn't help that the acquaintance's son manipulated things to make Gene look worse, causing Clem to go in harder on his son despite his misgivings.

Eventually it got to the point where Gene was broken by his dad's harsh treatment and became a shell of what he was. Things were so bad that a couple of Clem's friends threatened to bring a social worker in because they were concerned about Gene, which was enough of a wake up call for him because, yikes. However by then, the damage was already done. Gene wouldn't acknowledge his father and Clem gave up, afraid that by pushing too hard he might worsen things. Adam, Mitch, and Lotte tried to help but that didn't work. As soon as he finished high school Gene took off and no one heard from him for over a year.

Lotte was the first who regained contact with him. He'd been working odd jobs to earn money for college and needed help on adulting stuff. So they went back and forth for a while with Lotte trying to figure out what's going on and Gene going on about random happenings. Eventually he agreed to bring in Mitch and Adam into the loop, with Adam helping him with college applications while Mitch sent him care packages.

As time went on, Gene began keeping in contact on a semi-regular basis. He still wasn't ready to go back home and forgive Clem but he admitted to missing his siblings. To everyone's surprise he graduated summa cum laude and later went on to get a master's. He also went to therapy, which helped him unpack a lot of issues. At this point he still hasn't forgiven his dad completely but he's willing to work things out and move on.

So about six months ago Gene made a visit to Sapling City to finally put the past to rest. Since then he's been visiting home on a regular basis, catching up with his siblings and old friends. He and Clem still have a lot to work out so they're making progress on that. Lotte always spoke fondly of her brother and I can see how much she has brightened up since his return. It's great to finally meet him and see all the Clementine siblings together at last.

Lotte's fried bananas are a special treat. Sweet bananas or plantains fried to perfection with a crispy batter - these bring me back to my childhood! I remember watching relatives making them during cookouts, the time when deep fryers are put to good use for those and egg rolls, another cookout favorite. Though as I got older fried bananas got phased out for something healthier. Sometimes when I go shopping with my mom at one of those small Asian stores she'd buy some fried bananas, but most of the time they aren't fresh so they end up being disappointing.

When was the last time I had a fried banana? It's been a long while! Too bad Lotte doesn't sell these all year round - she probably can but she doesn't have the time and energy for that. And besides, the bananas are best when they're fresh out of the fryer so unless it's a busy day like today, the food's gonna get cold and stale.

As expected, Lotte's banana stand was busy. Lotte and Gene do the cooking, Adam's the cashier, and Mitch brings in supplies while providing an extra hand when needed. This is the first time in three years since Lotte ran the stand so she's a bit rusty and needs all the help she can get. Grad school's been keeping her busy so that's why she wasn't able to attend the market for a couple years. With how popular the stand has gotten over the years, it was getting to the point where Lotte and Mitch can't keep up with the demand themselves. Now they have two volunteers to keep things moving smoothly and it worked out really well - though we're not sure if Adam and Gene are willing to help out next year and as much fun as they were having, I can't blame them because it's a lot of work and they're busy with other stuff.

Around late afternoon Clem and his friends dropped by to see how things are going. They were all chatting and joking around as usual. It was interesting seeing how Gene interacted with everyone - with his siblings he was open and playful, with family friends he was cordial, and with his father he was polite but kept his distance. From what Lotte said, Gene wants to forgive but he can't let himself get hurt again. At least with time, distance, and therapy, he's ready to hand out an olive branch.

I hope things work out between them. Clem's always been a nice guy but he definitely fucked up with how he treated Gene. The guilt weighed heavily on him so much, which was why the others held off on telling him about Gene's whereabouts for a long time. As much as Lotte and Mitch look up to their dad, they can't really forgive him for driving Gene away and I don't blame them.

From Cashmere's peanut butter and jelly banana bread to Nana's chocolate covered banana pops, there seems to be an endless amount of possibilities of what we can do with bananas! I also ended up buying a bunch of bananas and plantains because it's fresh and local, so I want to support them. Thanks to the various food stands, I have a lot of ideas for what we can make with bananas. Maybe I'll try to make fried bananas one day!

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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mingiswow · 5 years ago

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10 | Blood Princess

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Genre: Mafia!au

Warnings: violence, suggestive themes, cuss words, thigh riding

Word count: + 2,4 k

a/n: I’m so sorry I was away for so long, but everything has been crazy lately. But don’t worry! I’ll finish this story as well as the other projects. Maybe it’ll take a little while but I’ll do it! Hope you enjoy this chapter. Lots of love 💖

It felt like Deja vu, you coming down the stairs all dressed up, the three youngest ones coming in front of you, Namjoon looking absolutely ravishing in his blue plaid suit and matching pants, his white dress shirt half opened, showing part of his chest and leaving you with sinful thoughts.

You came down the last steps and stopped in front of him, a big smile on both of your lips. His calloused hands gently touched yours, intertwining your fingers.

“If it is possible, you look even more beautiful than ever looked” the man left a kiss on your forehead, making a heat go straight up your cheeks.

“Maybe is the idea I’m finally yours now” Namjoon chuckled at your answer, throwing his head a little back and smiling down at you.

“You’ll never lose that sharp mouth of yours, aren’t you?” you denied with your head. “I think we should get going, I made reservations for us in a place I think you’ll really like” you nodded as he pulled you to the door, being followed by four giant men, his bodyguards. “Yoongi, Jin, take care of everything for me while I’m out, yeah?”

“Go have some fun, boss. You need” Jin answered, hugging Yoongi by the side. “We’ll take care of here. Anything you need don’t hesitate to call us”

“Thanks, boys” Namjoon walked out the mansion, hand still holding yours. He just let go for you to enter the car waiting outside.

You sat on the soft leather seat and waited for the man to join you. Your heart was pounding fast and your stomach was a mess. In your entire life, you’ve never been so nervous before, not even before your first mission as Blood Princess, not even after you killed your first victim. Nothing made you as nervous as the idea of going out with Namjoon as a couple.

The seat by your side sank and an arm wrapped your waist and pulled you to the side. The man kept hugging your waist sideways as the other hand held yours. Whoever saw you never imagined who you were, what you were, you just looked like a fancy couple in love.

Which was not entirely a lie.

“You look absolutely stunning tonight, Y/N” his velvety voice woke you up from your daydreaming, your eyes looking up to his. “I don’t know how long I can wait until I finally touch you the way you deserve” your eyes went immediately to the ground, the heat in your cheeks growing once again, and he laughed at your reaction, pulling you by your chin to look at him again. “You are my most precious thing right now. I could lose my gang, my houses, my cars, anything, as long as I have you, I’ll be happy” you smiled at him, pushing your body up so you could capture his lips.

Namjoon’s hands squeezed your waist and tight as soon as your lips touched his. He always got impressed of how fast his body would respond to you and your stimulus. You were no different, heat waves taking over your body, heart speeding at an incredible pace, hands electric, agitated, wanting to touch him everywhere they could.

The kiss heated up, the man’s strong grip bringing you to straddle his lap, sitting in one of his tights. The contact of the cold fabric of his paints against your already wet panty made you suck for air still into the kiss, a whiny moan leaving your lips afterward.

“Sweet Jesus, princess, you’re this turned on already?” the shit-eating grin he had on his face was making you even wetter. “Do you want to ride my thigh, princess? I can make you cum before we get on our destination” your eyes rolled when he grabbed your waist and made you rub on top of his thigh, lips holding together to not let a loud moan out. “I want words, princess. Tell me what you want” another rub and, this time, a moan left your mouth, making him twitch inside his clothes.

“Y-yes” the words barely came out, just a whisper.

“Yes what?” Namjoon forced you even further his thigh, made you contract your sex into nothing. What this man was doing to your sanity?

“Yes, boss” the smirk that appeared on the man’s lips was a mixture between horny and sadistic.

“Such a good princess, aren’t we?” his lips joined yours again, this time faster, rougher, hornier. The air in the car was dense and smelled like lust, like sex. “C’mon, play with my thigh” you weren’t sure if you were able to do it so, your legs shaky as jelly already. Never, in your entire life, you felt something like this. But you weren’t the one complaining. Completely the opposite actually.

You started to move your body slowly, closing your eyes and enjoying the sensation. You pulled your panties to the side, leaving your clit exposed to the soft fabric of his pants, the friction increasing at the same proportion as the pleasure. You were sure he would have the mark of your nails on him even over the clothes he wore from how hard you held his shoulders, using them as support for your weak legs.

The knot in your stomach increased and you knew you were getting closer. You opened his shirt, leaving his muscular chest exposed for you. He left a loud grunt when you passed your nails through the skin, marking ever so slightly. His grunt was followed by your own moan, warning you that you were close to your high.

“Are you gonna cum, Y/N?” you nodded, biting your lower lip trying to hold the moans wanting to escape your throat. “No, baby. Don’t hold it, I want to hear you, I want you to scream my name. I want you to show me I was the man that made you feel like that” his words hit you like a truck and soon enough you were a moaning mess on top of him, holding on for dear life as your orgasm waved through your body. His large hands, helping you grind on him, overstimulating your bundle of nerves, making you almost scream his name. “There you go, princess. Such a good girl” he kissed you gently, so gently that it even felt like it was the same man that was kissing you seconds ago. “How do you feel?” his hands caressed your hair, putting the messed-up ones in place.

“So damn good” he laughed at you as you laid your head on his shoulder. “Thank you, Joon”

“For what exactly?”

“For being the nicest man I’ve ever been with” you left his embrace to look at him in the eyes and you swore you saw galaxies on them.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. It’s the least I can do as your boyfriend”

“Am I your girlfriend? I don’t remember that” you teased the man, biting his nose. Namjoon always loved that duality on you, one minute you were this hot, merciless woman, and in the other, you were this cute and soft being.

“Not officially, but soon” you nodded at him and left his lap, sitting by his side again.

“Well, I’ll be waiting for that” the man left a little kiss on your lips and a few minutes after, the driver announced your arrival.

The restaurant was fancy and you could see a few other people spread through the place. The walls were covered in a dark red wallpaper with a few drawings that remembered you some pictures you saw from Italy in Papa Choi’s house. The lights were low, in a soft tone of yellow, giving the place this romantic and even sensual atmosphere. The furniture was all made of dark brown wood with black metal feet matching the chairs. Everything in that place felt coordinated and, together, gave an old French movie aura.

“Welcome back, Mr. Kim” a tall and very well dressed woman received you with a big smile on her face. “Your table is ready and soon our sommeliers will be taking your wine”.

“Thanks, Karen” the woman politely bowed to you two and left, Namjoon leading you to a more reserved booth in the back part of the restaurant.

“Do you come here often?” you asked as you followed the man. The fact that the woman knew exactly his table, welcomed him “back” and also knew his favorite wine made you wondered how many times he went there and how many times he took women there.

“I’m the owner, Y/N. Do you think I only make dirty money?” he questioned as he saw your confused look, making your cheeks go red by the assumption.

“I never thought of anything else” you grabbed the cup of, now served, red wine and took a sip.

“I’m not like him, Y/N. If I decide to give up of this life I can, I make my clean money as well”

“Why don’t you gave up yet then?” he looked into your eyes, his brown ones staring deeply into you.

“I like the thrill of it, the danger, the fun. Just being a restaurant owner is not the funniest job” he smiled at you, his thumb gently caressing your hand that laid on top of the table.

“But do you think there is something that, maybe, will make you stop?” your gaze never leaving his.

Your question was genuine, you weren’t thinking of you, but him. Namjoon was a young man full of life, with loads of experiences to live, adventures to make. He was pretty, rich, had his own business, he didn’t need that lifestyle. Of course, he said because the thrill of it, but was it worth it? Was all this danger worth it? The imminent death knocking on his shoulder every second was worth just because of boredom?

It was clear in your eyes - and the past few days - that you hated that life, and Namjoon couldn’t blame you, your story was much worse than his. You were a puppet on Papa’s gang while he was a protegee, a son to his previous Don.

“I do” his both hands grabbed yours, caressing the skin, his calluses tickling ever so gently your palm. “But, for now, I have a few things to do before leaving this life forever, ok?” you nodded, the childish smile on your lips.

By the curse of the days, the boss noticed your clear as crystal change. Your actions became softer, almost as a child’s one, you stopped training, barely going to the gym anymore. Started to spend even more time with the younger ones, doing little sleepovers. And even started to blush and mush anytime Namjoon would compliment or flirt with you.

The man even thought about hiring a psychiatrist to talk to you, but he thought it would be privacy invasion, so he let it aside. At least for a while.

“I trust you, Joon. More than I expected to. Gosh! You and the boys were the best thing that ever happened to me” he laughed at your way of saying it, throwing your hands in the air. “I l-” you were cut short by a loud crashing sound, making Namjoon jump in front of you to protect you.

You two looked to the front and two black cars had invaded the place, breaking windows and doors. The lady that welcomed you earlier was now laid unconscious in the ground, the pool of blood staining her dress shirt that once was white. You couldn’t help but leave a little gasp with the scene, you weren’t ready for that. Neither was the man with you.

“Well. Well. Well… What do we have here” the cracking voice you knew all so well sent shiver down your spine. You weren’t expecting to see the man so early. The small fat man appeared from behind his henchmen, his signature grey suit shining and the white flower adorning his pocket. “Namjoon, Namjoon, look like you already forgot one of the most important rules of this business” his eyes left the man’s face and landed on yours. “Y/N. My sweet little child. Do you realize you made a big, big mistake staying with him, don’t you?” the smile on his lips was wicked, almost hungry, completely psycho. “But since I am a good man. You know that. I’ll give you the chance to come back to me and prove yourself worthy. Of course, it will hurt a little bit, but trust me, it hurts me more to do that to you”.

“Don’t you dare to lay your hands on her” Namjoon screamed, pulling you even closer and behind him when the old man tried to take a few steps forward.

The younger one cursed himself for not bring his men with him that night. It was him, you and only one gun against more than ten men, all fully armed.

“Well. I’ll give her two options” the man in front of you spoke, his hands hiding in his pockets. The smug smile on his lips. You knew he was up to something. “You can come with me and we’ll leave Bangtan alive or you decide to betray me and I’ll make sure you all suffer before dying. Especially you, princess”.

“You won’t take, touch or do anything with her, Claire” Namjoon touched his weakness, now smugly smiling too.

“Claire is dead, Kim! He died long ago with the man you loved the most!” the small one screamed, his ears and neck red of anger, veins popping.

“He trusted you, Choi! He trusted you and you stabbed him behind his back!” now Namjoon was the one screaming, taking one step closer to the man. “Don Park trusted you and you robbed and killed him! If I’m the one forgetting a simple and stupid rule, you are the one forgetting the number one. Family first, Claire Park!” in a blink of an eye, Papa shot against the younger man. A high pitched scream left your mouth, tears leaving your eyes shamelessly.

It all happened to fast. Namjoon was laying on the ground, his eyes closed in pain, hands dirty with his own blood, trying to make the liquid to stop spilling. Your weak body was lifted easily from the ground and thrown over someone’s shoulder.

The pain in your heart was too much and each step took by the man, Namjoon was getting further away. Your vision became more and more blurry until you let go and fainted.

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baekberrie · 6 years ago

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🎄hey mommy! ➝ bbh🎄

🎄Fluff, romance, Christmas au, parents au

🎄Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

23rd December, when the roads are coated in glittering untouched snow, the snowflakes still falling from the ground with their own tempo. The dark winter nights are always enlightened by the Christmas decorations of each neighborhood.

The Christmas movie's credits had just started rolling when the clock ticked ten in the evening, Baekhyun stood up from the couch and put his hands on his hips.

"That's it for today my prawns, let's go to bed." The three kids on the sofa started whining in protest as the thrill for Christmas was really getting to them, tomorrow was Christmas eve and they were so excited that the sleep wouldn't just hit them yet. Naturally, they wanted to stay up the whole night just to get to see Santa bring the much-awaited gifts.

"But dad!" The oldest one, Gina, called, Baekhyun crouched in front of them, small glints sparkled in his eyes as he gestured for the three of them to come closer. Immediately intrigued with whatever their father was going to say, they crawled to him with expectant faces, their eyes were like big question marks.

"You know, if you don't sleep early, Santa won't be able to come!" Baekhyun made sure to empathize every word to increase the magic. Their cheeks flushed red with excitement and Baekhyun couldn't help but break into a cheesy, affectionate smile at the sight. The kids finally agreed to go to bed and Leo, the youngest male reached out his arms, waving them frantically in front of his dad, making him chuckle heartily at the silly behavior. Without further ado, Baekhyun picked Leo up and placed him on his hip, a hand gently brushed away some lost strands of his caramel hair from his face to make sure it didn't land into the eyes.

The other two jumped down the sofa, Gina went to hold his free hand while Lisa went for grabbing a handful of his shirt.

"Let's go give mom a good night kiss," And that's how they all ended up in your shared bedroom, excitedly jumping on the large, soft bed, standing in line to give you their usual little kiss. Each of them went for an affectionate hug directly after, probably so they could stay awake for just a few minutes longer.

"Alright, now it's my turn!" Baekhyun announced while crawling on the bed, knowing how much it would make the kids flustered to see you act romantic together. He stopped in front of you and you gladly circled your arms around his neck when he dipped his head to lock your lips for a short kiss. The kids screeched and instantly left the bed, their faces red with embarrassment, the two of you ended up smiling against each other's lips, teeth meeting the slightest.

"You're the best," you mumbled against his mouth which made him smile wider and eventually press his lips to yours once more, his hand rested gently on your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

"I'll go see if the kids went to bed," he murmured breathlessly, his sweet eyes gazed affectionately into yours and on his lips was a playful smirk that you had in your early relationship gotten very familiar with, you nodded with a cheeky smirk that he seemed to absolutely love because his lips landed on yours again without warning.

"I'll be right back," He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before not so gracefully rolling off the bed and rushing to see what your children were up to. You shook your head at him although the smile on your face said something completely different. The tension in the house was so relaxed lately, the kids being so exalted for Christmas made the vibe so much more effectual. The sole thought that you would be able to spend another holiday with your little family was enough to make an inexplicably sweet feeling swell in your chest.

You couldn't just wait to see your kids' reaction while opening the gifts that you and Baekhyun bought for each of them, your hands already itched to grab the camera and capture as many memorable moments as possible, so that you could later print them out and put in an album.

When Baekhyun stood by the bedroom that Gina, Lisa, and Leo shared, he frowned at the sight of the switched off lights. Without hesitating, he pushed the door open and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed against his chest.

"Something's fishy here, reveal yourselves." The sound his voice caused a fit of giggles erupt from the darkness of the room, Baekhyun himself couldn't help the hearty laugh that left his lips when he switched the light on again, only to see six pairs of twinkling crescent moons peeking from each blanket.

"You wouldn't just say goodnight to mommy, and not to me," Baekhyun pointed out and all three of them scrambled out of their beds and ran to their father that was now standing in a crouched position just to reach their eye level. Baekhyun placed a gentle peck on their foreheads, eventually tucked them back under the warm blankets. He eyed the kids one last time with a mock-serious face and dramatically lowered the tone of his voice when he spoke.

"Now sleep." Gina, Lisa, and Leo all giggled enthusiastically, but nothing more was said except for 'yes dad'.

If there was one thing that they one hundred percent inherited from Baekhyun, that had to be their cheerfulness and bubbliness, sometimes, when they got really excited, they would just never stop talking until the batteries ran out.

Only a few minutes later, the whole house was taken over by a heavy silence, the only hearable noises were the ticking clock and the wind rustling against the windows. All the lights were turned off except for the small lights wrapped around the Christmas tree.

Leo couldn't stop moving his bed, the excitement for the holidays was just too much to bare and before he knew it, he had already draped the heavy blanket off his short legs. His whole body shivered at the loss of warmth and his toes curled against the cold floor when he made his way to the door. Tiptoeing, he walked into the living room and sat behind the couch. That was his absolutely favorite hiding space to spy on others. Where no one would see him, but he indeed could see them.

Gina had many times bragged about having seen Santa and it would've been a lie if he said that he wasn't the slightest bit jelly about it. He wanted to see him too, he wanted to know if Santa really looked like the chubby grandpa that he and you read about in Christmas themed books.

The heart was beating loudly in his chest and his hands were clamped together against his chest as he waited for any signs of Santa Claus. Just a few minutes later, the rumble of heavy footsteps resounded in the house and Leo immediately peeked from behind the sofa, only to be met with the tall silhouette of a man. A frown creased on his smooth forehead. Santa wasn't nearly as chubby as he had expected him to be, for a moment he doubted, but the hat and the beard gave it all away. Santa held the classical brown fabric sack on his shoulder and Leo barely couldn't keep in the squeal when he started placing gifts under the tree. He couldn't help but wonder which of them was for him.

He was very surprised to see you walking behind Santa, Leo wondered why his mother had never told him about such an important thing as being familiar with Santa Claus himself. But if he thought that was surprising, then the next thing he was about to witness would be completely out of this world.

A gasp left his lips when he saw you caress Santa's cheek so lovingly and place a chaste kiss on his mouth. Leo couldn't believe his eyes, did his mom just kiss Santa? What about dad? He heard you murmur the words "You are the best," it made him very confused because he was sure that it was something that you only said to dad. Before he could hesitate, Leo left back to his room and went under the blankets with his heart trembling against his ribs. He couldn't wait to tell his sisters about his late night adventures.

The excitement from last night had really gotten the best of him because he was the first one to wake up. There was no way that he was going to wait for his sisters to wake up before telling them about his super special experience, so Leo didn't hesitate a bit to shake Gina and Lisa awake. Soon after, their room was filled with cheerful laughter and chatters.

It didn't take long before their noisiness reached your shared bedroom. You and Baekhyun were on just about to knock on their door to call them over for the Christmas themed breakfast the two of you had so thoughtfully prepared the evening before, not only that but of course, the present unwrapping, but their conversation caught you both off guard.

"And then, Mommy kissed Santa! On the mouth!" Leo exclaimed, Baekhyun and you could hear how Gina and Lisa both gasped with disbelief.

"What if daddy would have seen that?" Lisa screeched, hoping that Leo could answer this one question as well.

Baekhyun suddenly turned away from the door and faced you with an amused expression on his face as leaned against the wall next to you.

"Well, what should I have seen that is so shocking?" Baekhyun's hands went to hold your hips as he gazed at you with mischievous eyes and playful smirk at the corner of his lips. Your arms circled themselves around his neck and you couldn't stop the twitching smile on your lips.

"Oh, I wouldn't know," You shrugged and batted your eyelashes innocently.

"Oh? Is that so?" A big grin erupted on his face as he pushed you gently against the wall, making you squeal when his fingers pinched your sides ever so slightly. Laughter filled the hallway and it didn't take long before the kids left their room, only to see you being all 'lovey-dovey' which they reacted to with high screeches and blushy cheeks.

Baekhyun eyed you briefly, sending you a small wink.

"Merry Christmas, Love," He said before threading your fingers so that you could go and watch after the small trio together.

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Hi, so I had rewrite like 80% of this one-shot because wattpad decided to be a bitch on me, and I don't know if it is nearly as good as the things I wrote in the other version. Nonetheless, I hope that this wasn't a complete cringey failure and that you could smile lots while reading it. Have a wonderful day/night, I will send you a lil Christmas message on my feed tomorrow so I won't say it yet <3

Sorry for any errors btw, had a bad day so I ain't gonna fix them any time soon.

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giovannabaker · 5 years ago

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( ariana grande, female, she/her ) Welcome to the castle, [GIOVANNA BAKER]! We are glad to have a visitor like you join us. We hear you are a [TWENTY SEVEN] year old [PIANIST]. One that tends to be [CREATIVE] & [KIND] and yet [DISTRUSTING] & [BAD-MOUTHED]. We hope that you enjoy your stay! ( melissa, est, she/her )

hi, hello!! i saw a couple of these on the dash and thought i would write my own for giovanna over here :) i also haven’t written in years so i am more than a bit rusty, but i am so excited to get back into the habit with y’all!! i also would love to plot with anyone, so feel free to message me (or like this and i’ll come to you).

personal history .

giovanna is the youngest of four siblings. her parents own a bakery in aldovia (and have done well for themselves), but have always encouraged their children to reach higher than them and work white-collar jobs. and her siblings have: one is a lawyer, another a doctor, and a third works at a non-profit in france. giovanna could never imagine herself working in the high-pressure, high-reward jobs her parents envisioned for her; instead, she always wanted to be an artist.

her parents, imagining this as a hobby she’d grow out of, encouraged her dreams at first. she tried tons of activities: painting, drawing, dancing, singing, sculpture, pottery, acting ... none of them really stuck. when she hit 14, as her parents were pressuring her to study medicine, a family friend gifted them an old piano. giovanna checked out a piano book from the library the next day, taught herself a few chords, and fell in love.

granted, there aren’t many high-paying jobs in piano-playing when you’re in the early stages of a professional career, but giovanna has always put happiness over financial stability. she’ll play piano for anyone and anything: at local schools for theatre productions, for birthday parties, retirement homes, church events. she writes her own music as well, but is too nervous to do anything with them beyond carrying her notebooks with her at all times.

this piano playing hardly pays the bills though, so she still lives with her parents. they happily refused her offer to pay rent when she hit 22, but since then, their relationship has been strained. everyone’s walking on eggshells around each other: her mother seems incredibly disappointed in her life choices but refuses to say anything; giovanna wants them to support her passions but refuses to say anything; her father can’t stand being in a room with both of them anymore but refuses to say anything. it gets especially bad during the holidays, because that’s when her siblings come home and her parents get reminded that not all of their children are artistic ‘failures’. giovanna tries not to resent her siblings for making her look inferior (she’s been reassured by them that they feel terrible about it), but she has hated christmas at home for a while now.

which is why being chosen for the lotto had come at such a shock — she had honestly forgotten that she’d entered in the first place. giovanna had been so excited to tell her parents that she was leaving. unfortunately, the closer she got to the castle grounds, the more worried she was about having to go back home afterwards. which is an unfair way to end your vacation before it’s even started, and she really needed the psychological break, but she couldn’t have too much fun. it would just make going back home that much harder.

personality / headcannons .

her favorite place to be is in front of a grand piano. she brought her keyboard along to write songs in her room, but it cannot compare to the feeling of weighted keys on an instrument that could play on forever, without buttons or batteries.

she’s a very talkative person, but is very private about personal matters. she’ll talk and say anything about herself—the jerk who cut in the grocery store line, how much she hates periods, her grossest habits—but she’d rather die than open up about her parents or self-doubt.

her favorite color is orange. as a child she found the color criminally underrated and decided to love it always.

she loves chocolate flavored foods. chocolate bars, chocolate ice cream, fudge, chocolate sauce. she has a strong sweet tooth, and will always ask for dessert. she’s lactose sensitive, but does not remotely care.

she has a foul mouth. but as this is a pg roleplay, her ‘bad words’ are like ... 1950s versions of bad words. so ‘darn’, ‘jesus’, ‘jumping jersey jelly beans’, that sort of thing.

skills-wise, giovanna can play guitar/piano/harp/saxophone/clarinet, isn’t terrible at drawing and can hold a tune. she can cook well enough to keep herself alive, but her tastes are fairly strange. she can do a split and a cartwheel. she’s a bowling prodigy, but since she rarely plays the sport, giovanna always forgets she’s good until she’s rolling the ball.

ultimately, her goal is to work on musical scores for broadway.

#» ⚘ ☓ — headcannons.

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clownsgobeepbeep · 6 years ago

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Ankle-Biter

@grotesquegabby I’ve been needing to develop some stuff and decided to write this thing for that reason as well as for fun X3 This is a tad bit long I believe, so I apologize for that

Lennie was pretty chill, having woken up a while ago after taking a nap. It was a bit of a lonely nap considering his Jelly-Bean was still at work, their youngest were in their rooms doing their own thing, and their oldest...she was at her own house. But hey, at least she would be visiting soon enough, even if it would be for a very short while.

So, Lennie sat up in bed before sliding off it to stretch and exit his and Jelly’s bedroom. Once out, he walked through the hallways where there were closed doors, one that he opened as he smiled to himself, a sad smile as he remembered nobody really slept in that room anymore. However, his thoughts were interrupted at the sound of a ringing doorbell.

“I’ll open it!” came one voice as Lennie saw another one of the doors swing open as Cordelia dashed out, the door to Davey’s room eventually following after before he peeked his head out.

“Hey dad.”

“Hey Davey.” Lennie smiled as his son stepped out of his room. “What have you been up to?”

“Not much.”Davey shrugged as he took a bite from his steamed cheesecake slice. “Have a good nap?”

“Oh yeah, it was-” They were soon interrupted when a squeal was heard, followed by a shushing sound which made Davey and Lennie look at each other again. “I’m guessing they’re here.”

“Yeup.”Davey nodded before they made their way down the hall before eventually reaching the front door where Cordelia stood in front of a pair, easily recognized as her older sister and brother-in-law.

“I thought you guys were coming in half an hour.” Lennie smiled as he and Davey approached everybody, smiling up at Ula who carried a small backpack and was dressed very nicely, looking so much like her mother.

“Hi dad.”she smiled before crouching down to hug and kiss him as Lennie returned the greeting. “ We were going to originally do that, but we have something else to do before that so I hope you don’t mind that we came earlier.”

“It’s no problem at all.”Lennie reassured her before looking behind her to see her husband who was a tad bit confused on everything that was being said. So, Lennie waved at him before Schrader, dressed very well as well, eventually waved back.

“How are you?” Lennie signed with his hands before Schrader gave him a thumbs up with a hand he removed from the infant sleeping on his shoulder. The couple soon walked in as Ula handed the backpack over to Davey who looked through it after he had been greeted as well. Meanwhile, Lennie sat down on the living room’s couch as Schrader did so next to him.

“He’s asleep.”Schrader whispered as he motioned to his son, removing him as slowly as he was careful not to wake him up to hand him over to Lennie. “Thanks for taking care of him.”

Lennie gave a small shrug as he cradled Basil in his arms as if to say ‘it’s no problem’, then feeling the boy slightly shift before Lennie felt his breath on his neck.

“Okay, so I already fed him hence why he’s asleep right now. I’d say he won’t want to eat until like, 2 hours later, that is if he wakes up. If he wakes up too late, don’t feed him.” Ula instructed to her siblings and dad who listened. “However, you could feed him a small bottle of blood that is in the backpack, but not the meat chunks, got it? But if he does wake up in time for meat, no animal meat nor milk, he’ll hate you for that. And-”

“Ula.”Lennie stopped her with a chuckle. “You don’t have to worry about anything. We’ve got this handled.”

“I know, I know but…”Ula whispered before gently ruffling Basil’s orange hair. “I just haven’t left my little pumpkin this long.”

“I know you haven’t, which is why I agree with your mom that you and Schrader have the night to yourselves.”Lennie pat the baby’s back. “You two have been working too much and deserve this night. Trust me.”

“We’ll take good care of him Ula.”Cordelia grinned with two thumbs up as Davey gave a soft nod, then looking over at Schrader who stood up.

“Is it time to go?” he asked, Ula then giving a nod before they both kissed their son goodbye and waved to their relatives. Before they left, Davey signed a ‘Treat her right, or I’ll get you’ to Schrader who playfully rolled his eyes before the sailor smiled at him and bid them a good date. Davey then turned to Lennie who looked at the baby who shifted once again, then lifting his head with a yawn that exposed all of his sharp teeth. He smacked his lips before looking around the room, realizing that he wasn’t at home.

“Hey there little guy.”Lennie cooed at him as Basil attempted to turn around as he caught sight of his aunt and uncle who soon leaned towards him.

“Hi there Basil!” Cordelia excitedly exclaimed as she poked his nose, then retracting her entire hand as she remembered what happened once he was born and handed to his mother. Luckily enough, Cordelia just avoided having her finger bitten off as Basil snapped his teeth at her.

“You know he doesn’t like that Cordie.”Davey slightly scoffed before reaching a hand under Basil’s chin, gently scratching him which made Basil’s eyes roll back as he closed them, clearly pleased with the feeling. Davey chuckled as Basil even leaned in closer to him, resting his head on his hand which made Cordelia give a small huff.

“Dad, can I hold him?” she asked as she reached her hands out, Lennie giving a laugh and shrug.

“I don’t know Cordie, he seems to want to go with Davey right now.”

“Awww…”Cordelia pouted as she watched her brother be handed their nephew who lifted his chin, Davey getting the signal to continue scratching him. “Well, I’m gonna go chat with Penny then. Call me if you need me.”

“I don’t think we will.~”Davey whispered to himself with a laugh as he continued scratching Basil’s chin.

“Alright, come here and hand him over.”Lennie reached his hands out at Davey who gave him a surprised look.

“But dad, come on.”

“Look, I’ll take care of him while you go and get his food ready. I don’t know where Cordie put my stool and I can’t reach the microwave without it.”

“Well, alright.” Davey sighed as he stopped scratching Basil’s chin, lowering him to hand him over to Lennie who happily took his grandson. He soon walked out of the living room, whispering to him as he held him close.

“Just don’t tell your mom we fed you right now, kay?”

Basil looked at him with his usual stoic eyes, only blinking in response before Lennie gave him a kiss on the forehead.

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“Tell me Basil,” Lennie started as he sat on his bed with Basil sitting in front of him. “What’s a ghost’s favorite fruit?”

Basil stared at Lennie who reached into a bowl, pulling out a blueberry that he held up to Basil’s blue eye.

“Boo-berries.”Lennie snickered to himself before hearing a slight groan which made him turn to the doorway, seeing Davey who pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Come on dad, not on Basil.”

“Trust me, I know he likes these.”Lennie smiled before turning to Basil who had gotten on all fours to crawl over to the bowl, sniffing its contents. “Right Basil?”

They both saw as Basil then rolled over onto his back, stretching his limbs as much as possible before making grabby hands at the air.

“I think he wants to play.”Davey suggested as he walked towards the bed, sitting down before he revealed the toys he had brought along with him. “Which one do you want Basil? Pick your favorite.”

Davey placed each toy on the bed as Basil turned to his side to look at them, grabbing the first one he saw before biting it.

“We should get him some chew toys.”

“Don’t let Ula hear that.”

“Daaaad!” came Cordelia’s voice as she stepped into the room, gasping excitedly as she saw he baby bite and kick at the toy like a cat would. “Basil! You’re so adorable, you!”

“Did you need something?” Lennie asked before Cordelia snapped out of it, already hovering over Basil who continued to kick at the plush.

“Yeah, I need to cut the meat so where are all the knives?” she asked, resulting in Basil to stop playing with the plush as he released it from his mouth and tilted his head at the sound of the word ‘knives’. Lennie motioned for Cordelia to come close so that he could whisper to her, Basil noticing this before he kicked the toy away and attempted to crawl over towards them to listen. However, he was stopped by Davey’s hands that pulled him up and away and towards his face.

“Where are you going little guy, huh?” he asked, then feeling as Basil gave him a small punch on the jaw which made him laugh, that was hilarious. “Nice one Basil.”

Basil attempted to wiggle out of Davey’s grasp but was quite unsuccessful which in turn made him give up, then leaning backwards as he attempted to fall in that way.

“You’re gonna fall and hurt yourself, can’t have that Basil.” Davey told Basil who reached his hands out as if trying to use the air to pull himself away. Once again, he was unsuccessful.

“Alright, so you stay here.” Lennie told Cordelia before turning to Davey. “Davey, come over here and help me, would you?”

“What about Basil?”

“Cordelia will keep an eye on him.” Lennie stated which made both the siblings give a gasp, Cordelia and excited one and Davey a false yet somewhat shocked one.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to leave you now you tiny slasher.” Davey whispered to Basil who touched his face. “If she’s being too annoying, you give me a holler, okay?”

“Hey!”Cordelia frowned before she was handed her nephew, then holding him close as he flailed one of his arms around. “I would never annoy this baby, and he’s never annoyed by me, right Basil?”

Cordelia now held him in front of her, smiling at him as he only gave her a blank stare. Soon enough, Lennie and Davey went to fetch a knife to cut up the meat chunks into smaller ones, just to be safe. And just to be safe, they kept quiet so Basil would not hear where the knives were hidden away, from him.

“So now it’s you and me, Audrey. That’s a nice name your mom gave you: Basil Audrey D’Vitt Sage, yet it’s so long for a tiny baby like you.” Cordelia giggled before bringing Basil in for a hug, not realizing in the moment that he clearly was not enjoying it. That was until Cordelia felt a bite on her neck, more like a nibble however.

“Owie!” she pouted as she held Basil in front of her again, and he gave her yet another blank stare. “Guess I won’t do that again...how about, we play a game?”

Basil tilted his head as Cordelia set him down on the bed, grabbing some of the toys before making funny voices.

“Hi there Basil, my name is Mr. Smiles the Seal, and I’m Wally the Whale!” she spoke as Basil look confused if not surprised, especially since these fluffy animals were somehow talking to him. “I’m Octavious the Octopus! Oh, that’s a long name, huh?”

Basil blinked as the octopus plush approached him and he leaned back as it kissed his forehead, surprising him even more.

“And I’m Cordelia the Mermaid Ballerina!”Cordelia exclaimed as she popped her head in between the toys, making Basil lean more before falling backwards onto the bed which made Cordelia gasp, afraid that he had been hurt. “Basil!”

Basil then reached up as Cordelia picked him up, holding him in front of her again. The baby leaned in with his hands still up, making Cordelia smile as she believed he was going to hold her cheeks and kiss her face like he constantly did to his mother. However, his hands instead reached for her hair which he roughly tugged on.

“Ow!” Cordelia flinched before Basil let her go, then looking straight at her. “Basil, that actually hurt…But that’s okay, I forgive you.”

After some more staring at each other, Basil glanced down at his feet covered by his pajamas, swinging them around before he looked at Cordelia once again. And just like that, he disappeared in her hands which made her eyes widen before she gave a nervous laugh.

“Ah, I get it...you’re playing.”she smiled to herself, then giving a sigh of relief. “Hide and seek, huh?”

And so, Cordelia looked around the whole room. Under the bed, in the bathroom, behind the curtains, in the closet where she found some handcuffs for some reason, anyways. She then looked through the pillows, the plush toys, behind the door, everywhere...wow, he hid really well, and it didn’t make it any better that Basil never made a sound.

“Okay, come on Basil...you can come out now.”Cordelia whispered as she then looked outside of the bedroom, hoping he’d at least be in the hallway. But to no avail, he wasn’t anywhere in sight. Not Davey’s room, not Ula’s old room, not the bathroom, nowhere...so, Cordelia panicked before rushing over to the kitchen where she found Davey cutting up the meat for Basil to eat.

“Davey.”

“What?”he now turned to her.

“We...we have a problem.”

“Problem? Where’s Basil?”

“That’s the problem.”

“What!?”

“Shhh! I don’t want dad to know!”

“Cordelia-, how do you lose a baby? Our sister’s baby!?” Davey exclaimed as he set the knife and meat down, Cordelia giving a small shrug.

“He just...poofed! In my hands!”

“Who poofed in your hands?” Lennie asked as he walked into the kitchen, Cordelia’s eyes widening as even more panic rushed through her. “Cordelia?”

“Nobody.” Cordelia’s eyes glanced to the side as her nose crinkled and she started picking at her nails. “Just the plush I was holding earlier, it poofed away into thin air.

“Cordelia.” Lennie pressed as he noticed her obvious lying, Cordelia glancing at him for a split second before her eyes darted away once again. “Cordelia.”

“Basil! He vanished into thin air! He teleported away, I don’t know!”

“What?”Lennie’s eyes widened as Cordelia bit her lip. “We have to find him.”

“I know! Dad I’m sorry!”

“Cordie, it’s oka. Ula’s mentioned that he frequently does that.” Lennie tried to calm her down before looking over at Davey. “And trust me, your mother and I dealt with that quite often.”

“Why are you looking at me?” Davey asked before Lennie shook his head, then turning back to Cordelia.

“Just go and look for him, make sure he’s not hurt or anything.”

Davey and Cordelia nodded before they parted ways, looking through the house as Lennie headed back to his bedroom. Once there, he searched the area but found no trace of Basil, so he went out to the hallway where he found Davey and Cordelia looking in their own rooms for the baby. Lennie, rather than going back to the kitchen or living room, decided to open Ula’s old room once again.

“I already checked there dad.”Cordelia called out, but Lennie still went inside as he noticed something...something that reminded him of a pumpkin. Right on the bed that was still there, with its blankets neatly done and pillows properly fluffed, Lennie spotted a head of orange hair right next to a large plush shark.

“I think I found the little guy.” Lennie quietly said behind him before Davey and Cordelia poked their heads through the door, watching as Lennie approached the bed to circle around it when he could now clearly see Basil laying as he tightly clutched onto the plush with his claws. The baby sniffed the air before turning his head as his eyes met Lennie’s, and he smiled at the infant.

“Hey there...I see you found your mom’s stuff.” he breathed out before climbing on the bed, careful not to make Basil go away again. “Do you like sharks?”

Basil lifted his head, keeping a close eye on Lennie who sat on the opposite side of the shark, even motioning to his kids to hand him a book that was on the nearby desk. Lennie was soon handed the book that read ‘Jaws by Peter Benchley’, and he showed it to Basil to shifted to get a better look.

“Come on, I won’t do anything to you.” Lennie whispered before Basil sat up to get on all fours, going over the shark to sit beside Lennie who grabbed him to placed him in between his legs. “See? Not so bad.”

Basil reached a hand out to touch the book, a shark right on the cover.

“I’ll read it to you if you promise not to tell your grandma about this.”Lennie chuckled as Basil attempted to open the book, so Lennie did so before reading out loud. “The great fish moved silently through the night water, propelled by short sweeps of its crescent tail. The mouth was open just enough to permit a rush of water over the gills. Pretty nice, huh?”

Basil leaned back onto Lennie’s stomach, even placing his little hands on his own belly as he seemed to finally relax. Fuck, Lennie adored this kid so damn much. He leaned down and kissed the top of his orange hair before continuing to read.

“There was little other motion: an occasional correction of the apparently aimless course by the slight raising or lowering of a pectoral fin—as a bird changes direction by dipping one wing and lifting the other.” Lennie whispered to Basil who sighed, then turning to the each side where his aunt and uncle stood, handing him either his now warm crimson bottle or a smaller shark plush. These items he gratefully took as his grandpa continued reading to him.

Davey and Cordelia sat on the sides,listening to the shark tale as well, noticing how Basil hugged the shark tightly and eventually dropped his bottle, for Lennie’s soothing voice was slowly lulling him into a peaceful sleep.

#lazy lennie #davey the sailor clown #cordelia the mermaid ballerina #basil the slasher clown #baby basil is like the new baby raptors at universal studios lol

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Finish what we started - Henry Cavill x Reader

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: smut…eventually. Minor anxiety and mentions of being overweight/losing weight

Summary: Y/N is a brand new actress who’s first project involves a long time interest of hers, Henry Cavill. Everything is going as planned until one day, while filming an intimate scene, there’s a minor malfunction.

A/N: first fan fiction. Not sure how many parts this might turn out to be. Also Tumblr is trying to kill me and deleted half my draft!!!

Completely based on this quote - “[on getting an erection while filming a sex scene] A girl had to be on top of me, she had spectacular breasts, and I hadn’t rearranged my “stuff” into a harmless position. She’s basically rubbing herself all over me and, um, it got a bit hard. It’s not great when you’re in a professional acting environment and somebody gets a boner, is it? I had to apologize profusely afterward.“

For years Y/N had dreamed of being an actress. She loved everything about movies and had even gone to college for film and television production. The only problem was her confidence. Y/N had been overweight for much of her life and tended to hide herself because of it. She had been in a few relationships but never anything serious or long term. Truthfully, she didn’t think she was worthy of much love and she had never felt beautiful. The idea that a casting director would want her was just as terrifying as the idea of opening herself up to the rejection of an audition process.

It wasn’t until she turned 29 years old that her life started to change. Y/N’s older sister had asked Y/N to spend the summer babysitting Cara and Penelope, Y/N’s twin nieces, and chasing after the rambunctious girls had started to change her figure. After realizing that she was starting to see results without much effort, Y/N decided to take a chance. She signed up for local Zumba classes, began to swim with her nieces and changed her eating habits of 28 years, no longer devouring peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while standing in her kitchen. It didn’t happen overnight, but slowly, Y/N felt her confidence start to grow. She wasn’t skinny, her curves were still pronounced and womanly, but there was less excess to her and she was healthier and more toned.

Please tell me that you know about this!!

The text message alert blared across the phone screen, breaking Y/N’s concentration, which moments before had been solely focused on her morning run.

You’re gonna have to be a little more specific sister from the same mister

If I could roll my eyes through text message I absolutely would

Y/N chuckled at her sister’s exasperation and then clicked on the link that was attached to the last text message. A short article appeared on the phone screen; it was an informational piece about an open casting call for a new film project, a project that just happened to be based on Y/N’s favorite book.

They’re having trouble casting the role of Deanna….you know, your favorite female character of all time? The character that you relate to the most and that people tell you reminds them of you? Any thoughts on who might be able to take on that role?

Y/N slowed to a stop staring at the phone screen. It was true that fans of the book series who knew her often compared her to that character. According to the description given in the novels, Y/N even looked something like Deanna was supposed to but still…this was a major motion picture. There was no way that they would be interested in someone who had never even been on film before…right?

I can’t just be in a movie

There was a longer pause between messages this time, the three dots bouncing around to indicate that her sister was typing a long response.

Of course you can! You’ve always wanted to be in a movie and you’re a great actress. Besides, even if that isn’t how things turn out, don’t you think you owe it to yourself to try? This is Deanna. This is your favorite character in your favorite book. If you are sitting in a movie theater a year from now watching some other actress butcher this part, aren’t you going to regret not trying? All you have to do is film yourself doing a small monologue and send it into the casting directors. It’s easy. I’ll even help you. Besides, you know that Cara and Penny would love to cheer you on. So, what do you say? Time to be brave?

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Time to be brave. How had such small words landed Y/N’s life into such chaos? When her sister had suggested the idea of auditioning for the movie, it had sounded ridiculous. It had taken weeks of prodding from friends and family before Y/N had even begun to consider it. Eventually, she had put herself on film, partly for fun, partly to shut everyone up and partly because…well, because she knew they were right and this was something she should try. Still bravery did not come naturally to Y/N and the very last thing she had expected was to receive a phone call from a casting director asking her to fly to Atlanta, GA for a call back audition and screen test! Yet that was exactly what had happened.

Y/N sat in the cold, crisp air of the production offices trying to breathe evenly and remember the lines of the scene that had been emailed to her. The waiting room was bright, white and too clean; it looked almost medical, which did nothing to help with her nerves. Fidgeting with the hemline of her dress, Y/N tried to fight the feeling that she stuck out like a sore thumb. Having never been in this situation before, she wasn’t sure how to dress so she had gone for a mix of traditional and edgy, just like her. A classical floral a-line dress flattered her figure, nude pumps elongated her legs making her smaller frame appear as long as possible and a worn in leather jacket wrapped closely around her torso, hinting at the dichotomy inherent in her personality. She had left her hair down letting it brush gently against her shoulders and left her makeup natural, hoping that everything would read well to the casting directors and cameras.

“Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?” A lovely young woman opened a door in the corner of the room and looked at her with a curious but friendly smile.

Taking a deep breath and trying to steady her hands Y/N smiled and nodded.

“I’m Emily. They’re ready for you now if you’ll just follow me.”

Y/N stood up carefully, smoothing her hands over her dress and walking towards the doorway. She followed Emily down the hallway barely hearing the friendly chatter of the smaller woman until they reached a different door and Emily stopped with another warm smile.

“Don’t be nervous. I’ve seen the tape you sent in. Nothing to worry about beyond these doors.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile genuinely at that. “Thank you Emily, that’s too kind.”

A deep breath and a nod to Emily later, Y/N stepped through the door. The room she had just entered was small and simple. Beige walls provided a clean backdrop for screen tests. There was a long table on one side of the room with 3 chairs and a tripod behind it. One of the chairs was occupied by an older woman with a large binder, the second held a man who looked very relaxed behind his thick rimmed sun glasses. The third chair stood empty and Y/N assumed it was for the youngest in the room, a man who was adjusting the camera sitting on the tripod.

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N, so nice to finally meet you.” The woman behind the table stood up and came around to greet her. She was in her mid-50’s, clean cut and matronly with soft brown hair and kind eyes. “I’m Lisa, the casting director for this project. We spoke on the phone.”

“It’s nice to put a face to the voice,” Y/N said with a gentle smile.

Lisa returned the smile and gestured over her shoulder. “That’s our director, Guy Ritchie.” The director removed his sun glasses and shot Y/N a wink.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ritchie, I’m a fan of your work,” Y/N said almost reverently. It was true; the man in front of her was responsible for some of her favorite films of all time.

“Really now?” The man chuckled and rubbed his strawberry blonde beard absentmindedly. “In a little while I may be telling you the same thing if this goes well.”

Y/N felt her face flush and had to look down at her shoes to gather herself. Lisa reached out to grasp her hand reassuringly.

“Come stand right here on this mark. This will be very simple. We’re going to start the camera, chat for just a bit and then we’ll have you state your name and age and read the scene with Theo there.” The young guy behind the camera looked up and nodded. “Any questions?”

“No, that sounds fine to me,” Y/N replied breathlessly. She looked down at the floor to make sure she was on her mark and then looked back towards the table where Lisa had returned to her seat.

With a quick nod from Theo, Guy looked at Y/N and asked, “So why did you decide to enter the open casting call?”

“Well…” Y/N huffed out a breath, “honestly, this project has the potential to be very important to me. I wasn’t lying to flatter you when I said I’m a fan of your work; your films have been very influential on me and the possibility of working with you is thrilling. More than that however, this is based off of a piece of literature that has shaped my life. These are the books that I can read and reread and always find something new in. Deanna is a character that has changed how I think about myself and the choices I make.“ For the first time since Y/N had received the phone call about the audition, she felt herself begin to relax. She knew this material like the back of her hand, it practically made up part of her soul.

The change wasn’t lost on Lisa and Guy. Y/N had been beautiful to them when she first entered the room with her Y/H/C hair gently framing her face and her Y/E/C eyes flashing with intelligence and kindness. As she began to speak with such passion though, she almost began to glow. Her voice became fuller, more confident and it filled the room as she stood straighter, her curvaceous shape on full display.

“Tell me about something you love besides the source material,” Guy stated as soon as Y/N had wrapped up her response to why she had applied.

“My nieces,” Y/N replied with no hesitation, a beatific smile breaking out on her face. “I have twin nieces, Cara and Penny, who are the greatest thing on Earth. They’re little monsters of course, all girls are at some point, but they can make me laugh no matter what kind of trouble they’ve gotten into.”

Guy was struck again by how stunning Y/N was. The more she talked, the more she let him in to see the real her, the more interested he became. It was a natural part of her; he could see that Theo was just as enthralled as he was. Y/N was charming, charismatic, beautiful and a natural actress he knew from her tape. As long as the reading went well and his leading man approved, he had found his Deanna. Audiences wouldn’t be able to resist falling in love with her.

“Well, I think that is a good start. Why don’t we have you read the scene with Theo now.”

Y/N smiled and nodded. Talking about Cara and Penny had given her the grounded feeling she had been searching for. Reading the scene was easy. It felt as though it had been written for her and by her. She didn’t hesitate once and never forgot a line. By the end of the scene both Lisa and Guy were beaming at her.

“Two things,” Guy said seriously and for a moment Y/N felt her heart sink. What if she had misread the situation? “First, I am definitely a fan of your work.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh in relief.

“Secondly, I’m sold. You’re my Deanna…and you’ve been Lisa’s Deanna since she saw your tape. I think if I had tried to cast someone else I may have woken up with a horse head in my bed or something,” Guy chuckled and nudged the woman on his left. “I just need you to meet our leading man and do a small chemistry reading with him. I’m sure it won’t be a problem; this man could have chemistry with a rock…and you are certainly not a rock,” he said with a wry smile. “He should be around the lot somewhere now actually. I wonder if we can get him over here.”

At that moment, Emily poked her head in the door. “Sorry to interrupt but you-know-who just stopped by to see how auditions were going. Did you want me to bring him in?”

“Your timing could not be more perfect. Neither could his, but don’t tell him that; he’s perfect enough as it is,” Guy added the last in a snarky aside making Y/N giggle quietly. “Send him on in.”

Emily moved out of the door and gestured to someone down the hall. The sound of men’s dress shoes reached Y/N’s ears as the man walked down the corridor. Moments later the doorframe was filled with the large and, Guy was right, perfect body of someone Y/N knew well. If the body was perfect (and oh, god! was the body perfect) than the face was nothing short of godly. The crisp brown locks curling softly around the chiseled face, the blue eyes only made more perfect by the patch of brown that interrupted the cerulean circle of the left eye and the gentle stubble that adorned the sharp jaw was enough to make the breath catch in Y/N’s throat. She may have actually gasped but she couldn’t be sure as Guy had taken that moment to say “Henry! Come and meet Y/N. Y/N, this is Henry Cavill.”

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Henry smiled easily down at the woman in front of him. Next to his imposing 6'1” frame she looked positively tiny. He was immediately struck by the odd combination of clothes she wore, a leather jacket over a dress that would have made sense for a stepford wife…yet it suited her in a way he couldn’t quite explain. “Hello Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Y/N’s face flushed red as she held out her hand and watched it being enveloped by Henry’s much larger one. “The pleasure is all mine; I’m a fan of your work.”

“Don’t get excited Cavill,” Guy quipped quickly, “she says that to all the men!”

Both Y/N and Henry laughed at that, his deep bass reverberating through the room and making Y/N feel strangely comfortable.

“It’s true,” Y/N said with a wry smile, “I was going to say that to whoever walked through that door. If it was Pauly Shore I was prepared to exclaim how much I loved ‘Encino Man’!” With a sudden burst of confidence Y/N winked cheekily at Henry.

Another belt of laughter burst from his chest. This woman was something else; Henry couldn’t help but like and admire her almost immediately. She was obviously bright and witty but she was also beautiful and reserved. He was already looking forward to unraveling the contradictions that made her…well, her. The fact that Henry couldn’t peel his eyes away from her curves wasn’t a problem either.

“How has everything gone so far?” Henry asked as he walked farther into the room, seating himself in the empty chair.

“Brilliantly and don’t get comfortable,” Guy responded quickly. “ I need to get you two on camera together reading this scene.”

Almost instantly, and with a grace that shocked Y/N, Henry’s large form was on his feet and next to her. “It would be my absolute pleasure,” he stated, his warm, deep voice seeming to caress Y/N as he spoke. He gently cleared his throat and fell into a flawless American accent as he began to recite the lines.

Y/N kept up flawlessly. It was a great scene, full of comedy and yet hinting at deeper emotions underneath. Working the scene with Henry was different than reciting the lines with Theo. Suddenly, there was a physicality to the scene; Y/N couldn’t help but playfully slap at Henry’s impressive biceps as her character chided his. He responded happily, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously at her as he caught her around the waist and pulled her to him. Without either of them realizing it, Y/N and Henry had created a sexual tension that left the room charged with an almost palpable energy as their bodies pressed against each other, his large arms circling her waist while her smaller hands pressed to his chest. As the scene drew to a close, she said her last few lines, laughing and nuzzling her face to his chest in a gesture that was so perfectly appropriate Guy was shocked the direction wasn’t written into the script. As she did, Henry felt his breath catch slightly. Y/N felt amazing in his arms; he loved how he was able to wrap himself around her and fit perfectly against her hourglass shape. She was the perfect height as well, her face resting against his chest and allowing him to inhale the delicate scent of her hair. He could stay wrapped around her as long as he needed to he realized. With that realization came another, slightly more embarrassing one…he wanted her wrapped around him in a much more intimate way than she was now. He couldn’t help but gulp at the thought and he took a careful step backwards while smiling down at her.

“That was perfect!” Guy was overjoyed. His long search was over. Henry and Y/N would have the audience turning into puddles in their seats. “Let’s get a deal signed for Y/N and start preproduction as soon as possible.”

Henry smiled down at Y/N and leaned in to kiss her cheek softly. “I can’t wait to work with you,” he whispered in her ear, his lightly accented voice dripping like honey and causing shivers to shoot up her spine. “I’ll see everyone soon,” Henry called over his shoulder as he left the room with a wave. It was time for him to go and see about getting himself a cold shower to dispel these thoughts about his new costar.

More to come! Please let me know what you think!

#henry cavill #fanfic #Henry cavil x reader #x reader #mdfwrites

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My Reaction to “Gotham” S5E1

LADIES AND GENTLE-PEOPLE, IT HAS ARRIVED!

We have waited almost 2/3 of a year for the final season to start airing. Cue a sigh of relief from the eager audience.

I was a lucky son of a duck and managed to get this reaction while the episode was airing live on FOX. This will hopefully also happen for the next episode but for episodes 3-12, I will be waiting for Hulu to receive because of an upcoming spring semester at college. So for episodes 3-12, I will be in the dark until Friday or Saturday (so no spoilers from y’all).

AN: I managed to record my reactions to this episode and hopefully I can transcribe what I said into this post. Also my youngest brother stepped in for a spell, so some of his comments are included.

Oooohhhhh, here we go.

*jaw utterly drops at the time card showing up*

*claps excitedly and snaps fingers toward my sister when “We’ll Meet Again” by Vera Lynn starts playing*

391? Wait, is this a flash forward?!?

*crosses arms in anticipation*

*Oswald’s men give him his red sunglasses* Yesss!!

*chuckles* Harvey! Choose your best beer to go to battle with. Yes!

*Jim suits up* Yee-eesss!

*leans forward and covers mouth in shock when Jim, Harvey, Oswald, and Ed walk to battle together*

Oh my God...

“For Gotham.” :O

*puts hands on head in shock* Oh my God, we’re opening with that-

*Opening title* OH MY GOD!

*jaw drops in shock when Oswald tests one of the guns from the factory*

*Scarecrow and his men crucify a man* :O

“And to date, there have no confirmed sightings of Jeremiah Valeska.” *smiles*

“No one is allowed in or out of Gotham.” My brother, who has never seen this show before: Wait, so if all power is down and no one can leave... so like, how do they go pee?

Me: Outside? Yeah, that’s a good question. They probably just revert back to the 1920s: they just pee or whatever and throw it outside.

My brother: (whispers) OMINOUS RADIO STATIC

Me: *cackles*

*Jim Gordon appears* My brother: Look, it’s Batman.

Me: He [Ben McKenzie] did play Batman in one movie.

“Say it walking, putz.” *chuckles*

“What did the Department of Douchebaggery say?” *snorts*

*chuckles when we first meet Ed, who is sleeping on a couch*

Oh, I want that dog.

He [Ed] looks terrible. That’s like if Count Olaf dyed his hair black and just wet it down.

“What is he [Ed] doing?” What’s your hair doing?

My brother: Dye-ing inside?

“[Jim] You know you can get someone else to turn on the spotlight?” “I like doing it.” *smiles*

“The doctors say Selina’s situation is getting worse.” *covers mouth*

“Are you [Bruce] sorry you stayed?” No.

“No. You [Jim]?” “Hell no.” *grins*

“Tabby’s still --- after Penguin murdered Butch right in front of her, so it’ll have to be two thousands rounds.” *grins*

*smiles when Barbara calls Tabitha “honey”*

“He’s [Oswald] gonna regret giving me [Tabitha] this [bullet].” *silently* Ooohhh...

*One of the officers at the border sees a shadow* Man-Bat?

*gets spooked by Scarecrow’s jump scare*

*jaw drops in horror when the fear toxin starts working on the officer*

“See? Ship shape and in Bristol fashion.” *smiles*

“Lucius gave me [Bruce] something better.” Night vision goggles?

*gasps when Scarecrow goes after Jim in the basement*

*laughing* He’s [Jim] gonna beat him [Scarecrow] with a rod?!?

“Fear lives in darkness.” My brother: Apparently, he’s [Scarecrow] never seen Bird Box.

*jaw drops when Jim and Scarecrow fight*

*gasps when one of the gas pipes burst*

Oh that was cool.

“...they got the beans.” *chuckles*

The one thing he’s [Harvey] upset about: they got his beans.

*Bruce starts taking down Scarecrow’s goons one by one* Oooohhhhhh hooooo....

“Scag?” Scag?!?

HOW IS HE [Bruce] UP THERE?!?!?

*jaw drops when the lights abruptly turn back on*

My brother: You have to understand, that dude’s [Bruce] blind now. If he has true night vision goggles and the lights come on, you’re blind for at least like an hour now.

I forget that Jonathan’s a teenager in this show...

The cinematography so far is... awesome.

*during the commercials* Oh my gosh, for the next ten episodes after this, I won’t be able to breathe like this.

“Tell them help is coming. I’ll [Bruce] fly in supplies.” Wha-

I like that they’ve already just acknowledged the fact that Bruce just does all these Stealth Hi-Byes whenever.

Even Lucius is like “Oh, helloooo...”

God, Bruce, oh my God... everyone’s just been through [the banger]...

“Doc says the surgery was a success.” Yay!

“My [Selina’s] spine’s not gonna turn into jelly.” *lifts hands in air and sighs in relief* Yes!

“Still will never be able to walk again so-” No.

“You know what’s funny? Jeremiah shot me [Selina] to get to you [Bruce].” *rolls eyes in frustration*

“After all the things I’ve done, what took me in was being your friend.” We’re not doing this.

“I just wish Jeremiah killed me.” We’re not doing this. John Stephens, how dare you.

“Doctors can’t help her [Selina]. She needs the witch.” Who the hell are you?!?

Who’s that lady?!?

Oh my God, are Oswald’s men gonna shoot down the chopper?

*One of the factory workers helps Oswald adjust his leg brace* There we go.

*Oswald starts eating a fancy dinner at his desk* Oh my God.

“OVERCOOKED!” *just hopelessly shrugs*

[Edward the Bulldog] *gasps loudly and puts hands on head* OH MY GODD!!

OH MY GOD! DOG! DOG DOG DOG!

*Oswald’s gun misfires* Wha-

*Oswald hears the chopper* Oh my God, he’s gonna shoot down the chopper!

Selina’s gonna end up like Tabitha once we get into the Batman era.

“Is that a chopper?” Oh my God, everybody’s gonna be clamoring for that!

*The chopper gets shot down* Called it!

Lo Boyz? Wait, so if there’s like a Day of the Dead area, is there a Chinatown in Gotham?

AN: Yes there is.

Alfred!

“Just keep an eye on things while I’m [Jim] gone.” You’re gonna leave Alfred in charge of the GCPD? The AU that could’ve been!

*A car comes into the wreck zone* Oh no, it’s Oswald.

*gasps when Oswald’s men shoot the Lo Boyz at the crashed chopper*

“It is so good to see you, old friend [Jim].” Why do you [Oswald] keep calling him that?!?

Who shot down the chopper? Oh my God, did Tabitha shoot down the chopper?

Oh my God, Tabitha shot down the chopper to get to Oswald. WHY?!?

*Tabitha holds Oswald in a choke hold* Oh my God!

“I [Oswald] may have pulled the trigger, but you [Tabitha] killed Butch.” *WTF*

*jaw drops in shock when Tabitha’s gun misfires*

*reels back in horror when Oswald stabs Tabitha to death*

*covers mouth in shock*

*keels over when commercials roll*

*to my dad, who just strolled in* Congratulations Dad, you just witnessed a major character death!

My dad: But is she really dead though?

Me: Don’t do this to me.

*Camera focuses on dead Tabitha* Oh my God...

*jaw drops when Barbara starts a shootout*

“Uh-oh, it sounds a little quiet over there!” *laughs*

*utterly elated when Bruce fights his way to Oswald’s ammunition van*

*gasps when Oswald tags Barbara in the shoulder*

“I [Harvey] could kiss you, kid [Bruce].” *chuckles*

“I WILL RIP OUT YOUR HEART!” :O

“Can we [Oswald and Barbara] move past this?” No!

*gasps in horror when Oswald pistol whips Barbara across the face*

*jaw drops and covers mouth in shock when Jim shoots Oswald’s bad leg*

I was a big time crime lord, and then I took a bullet to the knee.

*gasps and reels back* THAT’S ECCO!

Oh, her jacket’s awesome!

“We want you to know that you have allies across the river. We will find a way to help you.” “Who are you?” Who the frick are you?

*gasps very softly when Jim finds his map of No Man’s Land covered in the cult graffiti*

Also, come on, Jeremiah, (claps with each word) do something original! Why are we reusing the cult imagery?

Oh my God, please don’t tell me that was the end of the episode.

Also, holy crap, Ecco grew out her hair in 87 days! No wonder she’s able to get it all poofy and everything.

Yeah, if Season 5 is gonna do what I think it’s gonna do and just have back-to-back plot threads/events, this might be my favorite season.

Oh wait, that wasn’t the end?!?

Please tell it’s Ed in the dumpster, please tell me it’s Ed in the dumpster.

*lifts hands in air when Ed wakes up in his dumpster* Yeesss!!

At least he has his hat...

Ooooohhh the Riddler theme kicking in...

“What is happening to me [Ed]?” Amnesia? Narcolepsy?

*Barbara gives Tabitha one final kiss* I am actually... sad.

*reels back in shock when the workers try to get the bullets out of Oswald’s leg*

Oh my God, they don’t have anesthesia! Because of provisions!

Seriously, who is this lady [the nurse in the clinic]? Is she an agent?

*Selina eyes the scalpel on the cart* Selina, you cannot get up.

*jaw drops in horror when the doctors have to knock out Selina*

Oh my God...

“She was trying to kill herself.” *sits back and puts hands on head*

“I [the nurse] told you [Bruce], if you wanna cure her [Selina] , you have to go to the witch.” Who is this lady?

AN: If she’s the “real Harleen Quinzel,” Imma fight some writers.

“Where do I find this witch?” It’s Ivy!

*gasps when one of the officers brings a battered kid to Gordon*

Whaaa...

*laughs and reels back* Oh my- that’s the end of the episode!

I love this ending logo!

*pretty much freaking loses it at the season promo during the credits*

*has to walk around room to calm down* Well that happened.

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followtheruels-blog · 7 years ago

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Since gender reveal week is coming to a close, I guess it’s about time I reveal the gender.

Some of you already know or have guessed. If you follow me on Instagram, then you may have seen my latest (and only) bump pic asking you whether you thought I was carrying high or low. A few were pretty certain you knew after I posted that picture. I guess my bump gives it away.

I also mentioned in the last post that I knew the gender of this baby before it was even born thanks to an old “wives tale” that my former boss used to preach to us anytime anyone we knew ended up pregnant.

Here’s how it goes:

Because the gender of the baby is determined by the father (sperm), look at his family line. Is he the youngest of all girls? Is his dad one of four boys? If the male side of the family is dominated by girls, then there is a good chance you are having a girl. If it’s dominated by boys, well then you are having a boy.

I think this wives tale only really works well if there are lots of kids in the family and it heavily swings one way or the other. Otherwise, if the grandfather had an older sister, but dad has a younger sister, it may be a total crapshoot.

Luckily for me, Billy’s side of the family swings very heavily in one direction.

It’s a boy!!

Because Billy’s family is pretty much all boys (I don’t think he has a single girl cousin on his dad’s side of the family), we were pretty sure we were having a boy. So when the nurse called us after my 12-week blood test with the news, we were not surprised in the least to hear the results!

Of course, we would have been happy with either, but we are thrilled for a boy. If we were having a girl, I just know she would have her dad wrapped around her finger the instant she was born. At least now this child stands a slight chance of not being completely spoiled by dad.

We’ll leave the spoiling for the grandparents.

Okay, enough about this baby boy. Let’s get to the cake!

Recipes and Supplies

The beauty of this cake is that you can make any flavor you like! The only thing that really matters is the color of the candies in the center.

However, I will caution you against strawberry cake if you are having a boy. That may be a little confusing.

For my cake, I made a simple vanilla cake recipe, adapted from my favorite cupcake recipe. You can find the recipe at the end of the post.

You could also make a boxed cake because there is no shame in that. Here are my tips for making a boxed mix taste like a homemade cake.

You just need enough cake to make at least 3 layers of cake, so that one layer can hold the candy center. A typical cake recipe can make a 3 tiered 6″ cake, but I would double most recipes if you want to make a bigger cake, such as a 8″ or 9″ cake.

For reference, I made a 4 tiered 6″ cake. I doubled my cake recipe and had enough batter left over to make a few cupcakes. It would have been the perfect amount of batter to make a 4 tiered 8″ or 9″ cake.

Aside from the actual cake, you will need the following:

1-2 batches of buttercream (1 batch for a 2 tiered cake 6-9″ in diameter, 2 batches for a 3-4 tiered cake 6-9 inches in diameter)

Food coloring

Fondant

Lollipop sticks

Sprinkles

Assorted candies in pink or blue

I would also recommend the following to make your cake assembly and decorating much easier:

Cake turntable

Cake leveler

Piping bags

Offset spatula

Bench scraper

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How to Make It

Start with your already baked cake. Level and divide the cake into however many layers you like.

Tip: Chill your cake before you start cutting into it. It will cut much easier and will not produce as many crumbs.

Identify your center layer or layers. Use a round cookie cutter to cut a circle in the center of the layer(s).

To build the cake, start by placing the bottom layer on a cake board or cake stand. Afix it to the board or stand with a little buttercream.

Then pipe a ring of buttercream around the edge of the cake as wide as the second layer.

Place the second layer on repeat with the third layer.

Fill the center hole with blue or pink candies.

Tip: Hit up your local candy store that sells candy by color. Many sell M&Ms, Jelly Beans, and other goodies separated by color. That way you don’t have to go digging through a bag of M&Ms for just the blue or pink ones.

Top with the final layer of cake and press down to make sure all layers are secure and level.

Cover the entire cake with a very thin layer of frosting to trap in all the crumbs then place back in the fridge to set for about 20 minutes.

Once the cake is out of the fridge, cover the entire thing with a generous amount of frosting. The frosting doesn’t have to be perfect but make sure the entire cake is covered and it’s generally pretty square and level.

Using a large spatula will make your life a lot easier in this endeavor!

To get the pink and blue streaks, just tint a small amount of frosting pink and blue. Then add dots of frosting haphazardly around the cake. Use a spatula or bench scraper to then drag the icing around the cake in one big motion.

If you want to add more color, add more dots of icing and repeat the process.

There is very little technique involved with this! Just keep spreading the frosting until you are happy with the results.

If you want to add a little something extra to the top of the cake, might I suggest these little fondant question marks!

I colored several small balls of white fondant with gel food coloring. Rolled them out and cut them with a question mark cookie cutter, then attached them to a lollipop stick.

Place one cut out question mark backwards on your work surface, spread a bit of water on the back, place the stick in the center, then add the other question mark on top. Be sure to press down the edges and wrap the top question mark around the stick.

Let these sit out flat for at least an hour so they can dry and harden.

All that’s left to do is to add some sprinkles on top and stick the question marks in!

Oh…and cut into it!

That’s the best part.

Which just slightly edges out eating it!

Vanilla Cake Recipe

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Surprise Inside Gender Reveal Cake Since gender reveal week is coming to a close, I guess it's about time I reveal the gender.

#baby #baby shower #cake #candy #decorated cake #gender reveal #Surprise Inside

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authoressskr · 7 years ago

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Give A Little

Characters: Gabriel, Samandriel, Cain, Chuck, Balthazar, Michael, Lucifer, Gadreel, Mentions of Reader (Mommy), Cas, and Eileen Leahy (mommy) :: Word Count: 1476 :: Warnings: Christmas Fluff

@sdavid09′s Daily Writing Challenge - Prompt #9: Fluff

A short bit that goes after Give and Take and a long, long time after A Pet Pee

Note: Do NOT repost, copy and paste, post or share my works on any other platform without my EXPRESS PERMISSION. -+- REBLOGGING is fine! -+-

A/N: With all the snow that blew in last night, this just popped up :D

“Why isn’t his house decorated, Uncle Gabe?” Madeline inquires, little hand firmly wrapped in Gabriel’s.

“Cain doesn’t decorate for any holidays, little jelly bean.” Her forehead wrinkles at his statement, glancing over her shoulder at the undecorated house before they turn the corner, headed to Chuck’s house.

“Why not?”

“He hasn’t decorate since I was little, eight - maybe nine. His wife passed away and he hasn’t decorated since.”

“Cas and you guys hung up our decorations. Then we helped out at Chuck’s.” Gabriel ushers Madeline up the front steps with a playful roll of his eyes at his father when the front door opened. He helped her from her thick periwinkle jacket as she continued. “We should help him decorate.”

“Help who decorate, Mads?” Chuck queries, shooting his son a questioning look.

“The man the next street over.”

“Cain.” Chuck confirms as he removes the lid from the cookie jar, tilting the glass jar in offering.

“Yeah, him.” Madeline agrees, her little hand shooting into the jar before pausing. “How many can I have?” Chuck holds up two fingers, smirking at the resemblances between her and Gabriel when it came to anything sweet. She removes two double chocolate chip cookies, setting them down on the paper plate Gabe had laid before her.

“Milk or juice?”

“Milk please.” Gabriel slides into the stool next to her’s, playfully reaching towards her cookies. “Nooooo.” She cries, throwing her little hands over her cookies protectively. He withdraws his hand with a laugh. “That’s not very funny, Uncle Gabe.” Her little face is the epitome of seriousness.

“Sure it wasn’t, little bean.” He gets out before the back door opens, Samandriel, Balthazar and Gadreel streaming in.

“Ooh, cookies!” Samandriel makes a move to grab her cookies, as Madeline whines out Chuck’s name.

“There’s more in the jar, Sam. Stop messin’ with Mads.” Samandriel faux pouts at his father’s words before leaning against the counter and unzipping his jacket.

“What’re you doing here today?” Balthazar asks, ruffling her hair as he tosses his jacket and scarf over the wingback chair at the edge of the living room.

“Cas had me help him with his surprise.”

“Surprise?” Gadreel asks, picking Madeline up and taking her seat, propping her on his thigh.

“Uh huh! Cas is going to ask Mommy to marry him. I helped him pick out the ring and we made her favorite dinner!” Her big brown eyes were brimming with excitement that slowly turned to suspicion when no one seemed surprised at her news. “I thought it was a secret!”

“It was - from Mommy.” Balthazar replies with a smirk before biting into a pear. Her little nose wrinkles, a habit she and Mommy share when they’re thinking.

“Are you guys here to watch me?” She asks after wiping the cookie crumbs from her mouth.

“Yep.” Gabriel confirms, eyeing her carefully. “What’s got those wheels turning?”

“Wellllll,” Gadreel chuckles before she even starts explaining. “Me and Uncle Gabe passed by Mr. Cain’s house. And I think we should decorate his house for him for Christmas.”

Well, that’s certainly not where they thought the conversation was going.

“I have the spare key...” Chuck offers conspiratorially.

“Why’d you have a key?” Madeline probes before polishing off the last of her second cookie.

“Cain is my cousin.” Chuck explains to her over his shoulder as he’s walking out of the kitchen. He returns with his own heavy coat and Madeline’s. “He works the late shift on Thursdays and Fridays, so we have plenty of time.”

“Time for what?” Michael asks, entering the kitchen with Lucifer just behind him.

“We’re gonna go decorate Cain’s house for Christmas to cheer him up!” Madeline announces as she wiggles free from Gadreel’s hold, slipping her arms into her jacket that Chuck held up. Her deft little hands tug her long hair from it’s trapped position between her shirt and jacket before she pulls her light pink beanie from her right pocket, tugging it on over the brown waves.

“Well, boys?” Chuck asks, handing Madeline the spare set of mittens he kept for her.

“You’re listening to a 1st grader?” Lucifer asks incredulously as Gabriel zipped his jacket up.

“Hells yeah!” Gabriel affirms as Balthazar and Gadreel pull their jackets back on.

“She’s got some good ideas, Luce.” Lucifer pins his youngest brother with his icy blue gaze before shrugging.

“Alright. Let’s follow the small child. But if I get punched by your mother for this, you’re in some serious trouble, bean.” Lucifer called loudly as he closed the back door behind him, following his father and future niece to Cain’s house.

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Cain pulls up to his small house in town - left to him by his grandmother and used by him mostly in the fall and winter, when it was too cold or the roads too icy to go all the way to his farm - the truck idling as he stared bewildered out his windshield at his very decorated home. Climbing out of his old truck, blue eyes staring up at his home from the curb. What the hell?

Lights were strung from the eves, twined up the tree trunks and draped from the branches. There was an old plastic light up Santa sitting by his front door while his sleigh and eight wooden reindeer sat on the left side of his yard. Through his big bay window he could see a Christmas tree with twinkle lights strung around it, piquing more of his interest. There were also a few new decorations; a blow up polar bear with a cup of cocoa just under one of the trees and lighted candy canes up his walk.

“Do you like it?” A little voice queries, her little cheeks almost as pink as her beanie with the cold and excitement, his cousin’s sons crowd around behind her - like a guard squadron for a tiny queen.

“It hasn’t been decorated for a long time.” He points out gruffly as she tilts her head, long brown hair sliding to the right.

“That’s why we did it, Mr. Cain.” She moves closer, standing beside him to look at the house. “Uncle Gabe said you didn’t decorate since you were sad.” She pauses, notices him stand a little straighter. “My mommy died just after I was born. Mommy and me cried over it when I was bigger and knews what that meant...Mommy still does cry sometimes. But me and Cas cheer her up. My mommy will always be with me - and your wife will always be with you. Understand?” Cain nods and chuckles, extending his gloved hand to her.

“I’m Cain Addams.”

“Madeline Leahy-Y/L/N.” His hand swallowed hers as she shook his hand, Madeline leaning in, as if to disclose a secret. “But Cas is asking Mommy to marry him tonight and he said after they get married I get Mommy’s new last name too.” Cain nods seriously at her news.

“Then we will be cousins.”

“What will I call you?”

“The boys call me Uncle. You can too.”

“Uncle Cain,” She tests the name out then gives a nod. “I like it. Grandpa said we couldn’t decorate the tree unless you said so. So can we?”

“I don’t know.” He rubs a hand thoughtfully over his beard. “Did you bring cookies?”

“And beer!” She confirms joyously as Chuck and his sons laugh. Cain holds a hand out to her again, letting her grasp his firmly before leading her up the walk and out of the cold.

“Watch out Miss, I am the police chief.”

“Do you have a gun?” She pushes a strand of hair away from her face as she asks, the porch making a few groaning noises as everyone piled onto it.

“Yeees.” He answers cautiously, opening the door and guiding her in before shooting a look at Chuck, who just smiles and shrugs.

“When I get bigger, can you teach me?” Gabriel is waving his hand in front of his throat and mouthing ‘No’, just out of her line of sight.

“We’ll see what Mommy says.” She sighs heavily, Michael helping her out of her coat.

“That means no.”

“Let’s focus on decorating the tree.” Chuck draws her attention to the two small boxes of ornaments and tinsel as Gabriel and Lucifer bring out the cookies, scones, beer and a glass of chocolate milk for Madeline.

“Do you really like it, Uncle Cain?”

“Yes. Maybe next year I can help.”

“We could get more blow ups! Or a dinosaur in a Santa hat!” Chuckles are heard around the room as they remove the ornaments and settle into his living room.

“I think I’d like a dinosaur.” Cain whispers to her as he hands her one end of tinsel, watching her brown eyes light up before she slips around behind the tree with the golden tinsel firmly in her little hand.

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stereksecretsanta · 7 years ago

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Merry Christmas, @caffeine-in-an-iv!

Happy Holidays and/or Seasons Greetings to my Secret Santa, caffeine-in-an-iv aka WitchWithWifi! I heard you liked Christmas fluff! Well, have I got some fluff for you! I really hope you enjoy it! Thanks so much for reading!

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Follow the Jelly Beans

Derek can’t believe he’s the last one off the plane.

It’s partially his fault, he’d been working late and had to rush to the airport. The dirty looks he’d gotten when he ran down the aisle of the plane in a crumpled suit rivaled what he had gotten from his mother on Skype that morning when he said he’d be catching a later flight.

It isn’t Derek’s fault that his students had handed in work at the last minute that had to be graded before Christmas break. He knows he’s been too soft on them, but he’s always been a sucker for personal statements and reading about his students’ holiday traditions made him even more lenient than usual.

He’d shoved himself into the middle seat closest to the rear lavatory with a sheepish look on his face. It was a six-hour flight from New York to Sacramento and he clutched his worn copy of A Christmas Carol and settled in to read it like he did every winter.

By the time he deplanes and makes it to baggage claim, his suitcase is the only one left. The tag is torn off but he’s already missed 8 calls from Cora and just grabs it quickly before rushing outside.

“Get in, loser!” she calls from the window of her Jeep. “Everyone is waiting for you to decorate the tree!”

“Christmas is in like two days, and you still haven’t decorated?” Derek asks, throwing his ratty rollaway bag into the trunk.

“Mom wanted us to all be together. But someone had to go and move halfway across the world.”

“I like my job, Cora,” Derek says, buckling his seatbelt. “You don’t just turn down Columbia.”

“You sound like such an East Coast snob when you say stuff like that,” she says, weaving through the crazy holiday traffic.

“And you’re my least favorite sister.”

“Ha fucking ha,” she says, narrowing her eyes. “Your life is in my hands right now, don’t mess with me,” she adds, changing lanes just a hair too close for Derek’s comfort.

It takes a few hours but they make it back to the house in one piece and Derek can already hear the kids screaming as they pull into the drive. It makes him smile. He doesn’t get home as often as he should and hopes the small gifts he has packed are enough for him to keep his title as favorite uncle.

”Finally!” he hears from the front porch as he grabs his suitcase. “I thought you’d walked here.”

His mother is just as striking as ever, just a few streaks of grey in her dark hair betraying her age. “Sorry, Mom,” he says softly into her hair as he’s pulled into a hug.

“Uncle Derek!” someone screams as they tackle him around the knees. “It’s pajama time!”

“I can see that!” he says, stooping down to get a hug and a kiss from Laura’s youngest. “Give me a minute and I’ll go change.” He waves hello to everyone else who is gathered around a bare tree and hops up the stairs to his childhood bedroom to put on his soft flannel bottoms. Gracie had picked them out especially for him last Christmas and he made sure to pack them for the traditional pajama decorating party.

Only his pants aren’t in the bag. In fact, none of his belongings are in the bag. It’s not his bag at all.

“Oh no,” he mutters, sifting through the contents. “Who the fuck packed this?”

The suitcase is utter chaos. There’s an assortment of wrapped Christmas gifts and scrunched up clothes but there’s also a bunch of half knitted scarves, action figures, baby toys and… are those throwing stars in that carrying case? To cap it all off, every nook and cranny of the bag is full of loose jelly beans.

“Oh my God,” Laura snickers from the doorway. “Did you switch bags with a killer Easter Bunny?”

“I have no idea,” he says, pulling out a noise machine and a copy of Go the Fuck to Sleep .

“Is that a fishing rod?” she asks, stepping forward to grab an oblong shape out of a long pocket. “This thing is kind of cool,” she says, snapping the rod together to its full length. “It’s like stealth fishing.”

“I need to call the airline,” Derek says, reaching for his phone. “I had all the gifts in there. And I don’t think I can fit in any of these clothes,” he adds, pulling out a well-worn Batman tee shirt that’s at least two sizes too small for him.

He’s on hold for twenty minutes with Laura tapping her foot and looking at her watch before the helpline connects. They are no help at all. Does he know how many bags get lost during Christmas? It’s impossible for them to match up every bag with every person and there’s nothing matching his description left at the airport. Someone else must have taken his bag by mistake. So sorry, happens all the time, Merry Christmas.

“Fuck!” he groans, ending the call. “Someone else has my bag and I’ve got this… whatever this junk is.”

“We could just give the kids these and hope they’re not porn,” Laura says, chuckling as she reaches for one of the wrapped presents. It’s Star Wars wrapping paper. R2-D2 is wearing a Santa hat and everything.

“You can’t do that, Laura!” Derek says, snatching the present out of her hand. “You’re going to ruin someone’s Christmas.”

“You’re such a Tiny Tim,” Laura teases, dropping the present with a huff. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow. It’s getting close to bedtime for the kids and we still have to decorate and have hot chocolate. You know how Dad is about tradition.”

“I’m coming, just…” he trails off, opening a drawer and finding nothing but old clothes from high school “Can I borrow something from Adam? I don’t have any pajamas to wear.”

“Sure thing, bro,” she says, leading him out of the room.

It’s wonderfully chaotic as always, and the footie Minion pajamas Derek is forced into only add to the ridiculousness of it all. Thirteen people under one roof is always a bit crazy, but coming in late without any of his belongings has Derek feeling a bit more overwhelmed than usual.

“I don’t think you’re going to be getting your stuff back, sweetheart,” Talia says hours later as the adults share a much-needed glass of wine. “We can do some last minute shopping tomorrow if you really want, but the kids are just happy you’re here.”

“I had a 50th Anniversary copy of The Hobbit for West,” Derek groans, rubbing at his beard.

“And you didn’t carry it on?” Peter asks, swirling his wine with his feet up in his wife’s lap. “It’s like you were asking for it.”

“I’ll help you see if there are any clues in the bag,” Cora says, tossing a dirty look in Peter’s direction.

They go through everything in the bag piece by piece, sorting it into piles and collecting the jelly beans in a ziplock bag. Without opening the presents, there aren’t a lot of clues. The only identifying item is a ratty old Beacon Hills High Lacrosse tee shirt.

“This looks at least five years old, maybe ten,” Cora says, holding it up to her chest. “The underwear tells me it’s a dude, at least.”

“I don’t think I can go to the high school and ask, ‘hey I know this is a long shot but do you know whose boxers these are? They used to go here ten years ago,’” Derek says, rolling his eyes.

“Why don’t you just open a present,” she suggests, shaking a box. It doesn’t make any noise. “It’s not like the guy can’t re-wrap them.”

“I don’t know,” Derek says, flopping down on his back on his old full bed. “It feels weird and invasive.”

“Just imagine that he’s probably touching your underwear now, too. If that makes you feel any better,” she says, poking him in the side as she drops the box back in the suitcase.

“Somehow that’s not comforting,” Derek groans, kicking out at her.

“Why don’t you just start with one,” she says, holding up another small package. “If that doesn’t help you can try another one. That way you won’t ruin everything, you big baby.”

“Okay,” Derek says, not having any better ideas. He grabs the gift and reads the tag. “To Scott: Finally saw one of these come through the store and nabbed it for you.” Derek peels back the corner of the paper and finds a Funkopop box. Sliding through the tape and removing the paper he sees that it’s a glow in the dark White Walker.

“I have no idea,” Cora says, quickly becoming bored. “Try the comic book store in the morning. If they’re even open on Christmas Eve.”

Derek does exactly that. He checks online and is standing out front of Beacon Hills Comics with a cup of coffee exactly when it opens.

“Can I help you?” the clerk asks, eyebrows high. Derek must not look like their typical customer in his tweed jacket and slacks.

“I kind of found this,” he says, putting the box on the table. “And I was wondering if you could tell me about it.”

“Seriously?” he says, eyes brightening as he carefully lifts the box. “These are really rare. You just found it somewhere?”

“It’s a long story,” Derek says, sighing. “Do you know where someone might have gotten it?”

“Are you looking to sell? Because I’ll give you $200 for it.”

“Thank you, but no,” Derek says, shaking his head. He has no idea if that’s a fair price or not, but he’s sure as hell not selling someone else’s Christmas gift.

“Most of the time people buy and sell these on eBay or at stores like this. The super rare ones are only sold at like Comicon and stuff.”

“Okay…” Derek says, puzzling through the information. “So whoever bought this is a nerd?”

“We’re all nerds,” the man says with a huff. “This guy is a collector. Someone serious.”

“Okay,” Derek says, reaching for the doll. “Thanks for your help.”

“$300!” the guy calls as Derek leaves the store.

“No deal,” he says with a small smile on his face, more determined than ever.

He thinks it over while he plays Guess Who with the kids. The more he thinks about the collection or random stuff in the suitcase, the more he thinks he might like to meet whoever owns it.

Under the watchful eye of Laura and his mother, he helps Gracie, West, Charlotte, and Milo decorate Christmas cookies, which is more of a test of patience than anything. By the time they’re done, Derek is covered in frosting and has sprinkles stuck in his beard. He takes a second shower before choosing another present to open.

This one is much larger than the last, but a completely ridiculous shape. The tag reads: “To Allison: Your other gift got shipped, but I thought you’d enjoy this. Might be fun to scare the kids with.”

Derek slips the paper off to find a headband in his hand. There’s an arrow going through it. He cracks up. Who is this guy? A magician? An evil mastermind? An eccentric preschool teacher?

There’s no way the headband is going to help him get anywhere, so he digs another present out of a pile of jelly beans. This one is squishy and the tag reads: “To Melissa: No more putting it off. It’s time for your childhood dreams to come true. Eat your heart out, Tonya Harding.”

Inside is a pair of fur-lined mittens. Slipped inside one of them is an envelope containing a voucher for ice skating lessons… at the Beacon Hills rink. Smiling to himself, Derek rounds up the kids and loads them into Laura’s minivan for a fun surprise trip with Uncle Derek.

Gracie and West help the other two on with their skates while Derek speaks to the front office. Their website is down so they’re unable to trace orders that were placed online, but they tell him that he’s welcome to schedule his first ice skating lesson now if he likes. Derek politely declines, shaking his head. Another dead end.

Derek laces up his own skates and steps out onto the ice, smiling as the weightless easy feeling takes over him. He watches the kids race around the rink, screaming and laughing as they fall all over each other under the twinkling of the arena’s Christmas lights.

Not for the first time, Derek wonders if he’ll ever have something like this, a loving partner and a couple of kids to bring home to his parents’ for the holidays. Maybe it’s time to give online dating another try. If there’s anyone half as interesting as the suitcase man out there, he might want to ask them for a date.

After a few hours, Derek rounds the kids back up and treats them to hot chocolate. He sits with Milo on his lap and sings along to the Christmas carols being pumped through the tinny arena speakers with a smile on his face. Even a bit of scalding cocoa spilled on his pants does little to dampen the spirit of the season.

“What are you thinking about?” Gracie asks him on their way back to the car, already far too perceptive for her age.

“How things are going to be next Christmas,” he says, smiling sweetly down at her as they help the younger kids into their car seats. “You think you’ll get another sister or brother by then?” he teases.

“I hope not. I already heard Mom say Milo was an accident,” she stage whispers.

Derek laughs freely, making sure everyone is buckled in tight before heading back to the Hale house. As they sit beside the fire reading The Night Before Christmas later that evening, Derek thinks about the suitcase man and who he might be spending Christmas with.

Unable to sleep from all the chocolate he’s had in the last two days, Derek stares at the ceiling at 11 p.m. He’s no closer to finding out where his suitcase is and tomorrow is Christmas.

One more , he tells himself, getting up and flicking the light back on. He digs around in the suitcase until he finds the present Cora shook the night before.

Carefully slitting the tape, Derek reveals a plain white box. Inside, painstakingly wrapped in white tissue paper is a framed photograph. It’s old, the colors worn and tinted orange like so many other family photos he’s seen over the years.

A man stands next to a police cruiser, one hand leaning against the roof while the other holds tight to the leg of the young boy who’s sitting on his shoulders. It’s shot from behind, so Derek can’t see their faces, but he knows for sure this is a special photograph. He also knows that the little boy in the photos must be the one who went to Beacon Hills High ten years ago and filled his suitcase with jelly beans.

He stares at the photo for a long time, tracing the lines of the car with his finger until it clicks. This boy’s father was a local police officer. If he was twenty years ago, maybe he still is and if not, at least someone at the station would be able to identify the car.

Moving quickly, Derek makes sure everything is back in the suitcase before grabbing the photograph and rushing downstairs. “Hey Peter, can I borrow your car?” he asks quietly. Peter and his wife Savannah are curled up on the couch, Charlotte asleep between them.

“Keys are in the kitchen,” he says softly, brushing the hair out of Charlotte’s face as Savannah looks on. Her eyes are sleepy but bright with love, it’s obvious how happy they are together.

Derek’s heart aches as he stares for a second, caught up in the sight of something he’s not sure he’ll ever experience himself. Shaking his head slightly, he pushes on, retrieving Peter’s keys and shoving the suitcase in the trunk. It’s a short ride to the Sheriff’s station and Derek barely even has time to think about what he’s going to say before he’s heading inside.

“Can I help you?” the dispatcher says, barely looking up from the paperwork he’s shuffling through.

“I was wondering if you knew who was in this picture? I think they might work here,” Derek says, holding out the frame.

The dispatcher laughs. “That’s a good one,” he says, handing the photo back. “Hey Sheriff!” he calls behind him. “Someone here to see you!”

“How many times have I told you to use the intercom,” a man says, poking his head out of an office down the hall. He’s imposing in his uniform but looks kind, blonde and tan with a coffee mug in his hand.

“It’s a small office, Sheriff,” the man says, turning back to his paperwork.

“Don’t I know it,” the Sheriff says, sighing as he leans his hand on the doorframe. “That’s why we’re all working on Christmas Eve. What can I do for you, son?” he asks, turning to Derek.

“Uhh…” Derek says, stepping forward when the Sheriff waves him over. “I think…” he trails off again searching for the words. “Is this you?” he asks instead, holding out the photograph.

“Wow,” he says, taking it and sitting down heavily in his desk chair. “Where did you get this?”

“I got the wrong bag at the airport,” Derek says, watching the Sheriff’s face intently as he studies the photograph. It’s happy, but also wistful. It makes Derek think that while the suitcase man in the picture is probably still alive, maybe the person who took the photo isn’t. “It was full of all this completely insane stuff, but also a few presents. That was one of them.”

“So you’re the one who ended up with Stiles’ bag,” the Sheriff says, a smile spreading across his face as he starts to chuckle. “He’s an odd one, my son.”

“Do you want the bag?” Derek asks, a little put out. After all the work he put in to finding the suitcase man, he kind of wants to see it through to the end.

“I’m working the night shift tonight. Why don’t you go to my house and give it to him? Just don’t ring the bell or you’ll wake the baby. If that’s not too much trouble?”

“Sure. No problem,” Derek says, taking the photo back when it’s offered. Knowing there’s actually a baby involved at least makes sense of half of the items in the suitcase, the others, not so much. “Thanks, Sheriff.”

“Call me John,” the man says, holding out his hand. “It’s 129 Woodbine Lane,” he adds, walking Derek out. “And thanks for hunting him down. Especially on Christmas. It would have been a shame to lose that photo.”

“You’re welcome,” Derek says, turning toward the door. “I’m Derek, by the way.”

“I know who you are, son,” John says, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’ve lived here for years. Your sister went to school with Stiles.”

“Oh,” Derek says softly. He’s kind of struck dumb by what a small world it is, that Stiles was on the same flight as him coming home to Beacon Hills for Christmas on the same day with a bag that exactly matched his. “I’ll get this to him.”

“Make sure he gives you a proper thank you,” John adds, waving before heading back to his office.

Derek gets back in the car and heads over to Woodbine. He must have run down this block a hundred times as a kid and never knew the Sheriff or his son. Retrieving the bag from the trunk, Derek walks slowly up the front steps. He’s thought of nothing else for the past 36 hours and yet now that he’s here he’s hesitant to knock.

Taking a deep breath, Derek raises his hand and gives the glass a light rap. A few seconds later the curtain flies open and a freckled face appears. Derek waves, mouthing “hi” like Stiles has any idea who he is. He points down at the suitcase and hopes Stiles will get the idea.

The door opens quietly and the suitcase man invites him inside. He takes the bag from Derek’s hand and immediately opens it on the coffee table. “I swear to God, if the Binky Bear isn’t in here, I’m going to lose my shit.”

“What?” Derek says, eyebrows flying up.

“Binky Bear. It’s this little stuffed bear with a nipple attached. Have you seen it?”

“Uhh…” Derek says, getting lost for a second when he looks down to see the waistband of the man’s underwear sticking up out of his pajama bottoms. “I think in the side pocket maybe?” he walks around the table to the other side of the suitcase and unzips a hidden pocket, revealing the bear.

“Thank fuck,” Stiles says, grabbing the bear and clutching it to his chest. “I thought I had it in the diaper bag and then it was nowhere and I just… it was touch and go there for a while, I’m not gonna lie. I thought she was going to eat me.”

“Your... daughter?” Derek asks, not wanting to assume anything further.

“Yeah, she’s two and when they say terrible, they mean terrible, holy fuck,” he says, flopping down on the couch, looking exhausted.

“Ah,” Derek says, not knowing what he’s supposed to do now. “Are you supposed to curse this much if you have a two-year-old?”

“She’s sleeping, Suitcase Man,” Stiles says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It doesn’t happen very often so when it does, you have to take full advantage. You don’t have kids, do you?”

“Uhh no,” Derek says, scratching at his beard awkwardly. “I have nieces and nephews.”

“Wait a second,” Stiles says, eyes narrowing in Derek’s direction. “You’re Derek Hale, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” he says, shrugging his shoulders.

“The beard threw me off for a minute but I never forget a face,” Stiles says. “I went to school with you. Same year as Cora.”

“She didn’t say…” Derek says, trying to string a coherent sentence together. “I mean we saw the lacrosse shirt in the bag but we didn’t really know who it was.”

“How did you find me then?” he asks, heading to the fridge and returning with two beers, handing one to Derek.

“This,” Derek says, pulling the framed photo from the inside pocket of his coat. “I went to the Sheriff’s station. Met your dad.”

“That’s A+ detective work, Mr. Hale,” Stiles jokes, tipping his beer toward Derek.

“I didn’t want to open the presents, but I didn’t have much of a choice.”

“It’s alright, I’d given it up as a lost cause. I must have your bag. Sorry about that, by the way. I may have rage dumped it looking for the Binky Bear.”

“That’s alright,” Derek says, mind reeling. Stiles is without a doubt one of the most peculiar people he’s ever met. “I have to ask though… what’s with the jelly beans?”

“Well, Derek,” Stiles says, propping his feet up on the suitcase. It slouches him down far enough that a strip of his stomach is showing between his underwear and his Green Arrow tee shirt. “When your ex-girlfriend shows up on your doorstep with a two-year-old and says she’d like to relinquish custody, you do just about whatever it takes to get that little baby girl potty trained. The only thing that seems to work is jelly beans. She inherited my penchant for junk food. The bag popped while I was packing but I just kind of went with it. I needed those jelly beans, Derek.”

“Huh,” Derek says, frowning. “I was thinking magician.”

“What?” Stiles crows, practically folding himself in half as he spasms with laughter. “What made you say magician?”

“I don’t know… the throwing stars and the scarves and the arrow headband thingy? It was either that or super villain,” Derek says in a huff.

“I own a comic book store in New York,” Stiles says, still laughing. “Although I might take up villainy on the side. Sounds like a sweet gig.”

“I teach English at Columbia,” Derek says. “Not as fun as a comic book store, I’m sure.”

“What’s your favorite book?” Stiles asks, narrowing his eyes. “Be warned that our fledgling relationship depends on your answer.”

“Don’t ask me that,” Derek says, groaning. “That’s not fair. I can’t pick one book.”

“Answer the question, Mr. Hale,” Stiles says, staring him down.

Derek downs the rest of his beer before saying, “ Don Quixote ,” with a grimace.

“No shit,” Stiles says. “I bet you’re bilingual too,” he adds rolling his eyes.

Derek doesn’t even bother answering. He is bilingual, but he knows Stiles is just trying to embarrass him.

“Try again. What’s your second favorite book?”

“ Welcome to the Monkey House ,” Derek says immediately.

“Better,” Stiles says, tossing his head back and forth like he’s considering it.

“What’s your favorite book then? If you’re going to be so judgmental about it,” Derek says, eyebrows raised.

“ Ender’s Game ,” Stiles says. Before Derek even has time to consider this, he shoots back, “Favorite author?”

“Neruda,” Derek says, flashing Stiles a grin.

“Poetry doesn’t count,” Stiles says. He’s shaking his head but he’s smiling.

“My PhD in literature begs to differ,” Derek says as Stiles hops off the couch for more beer. He’s already feeling loose and comfortable, all awkwardness of their meeting flown out the window.

“Fine,” Stiles says, flopping back on the couch. “Favorite band, then.”

He’s closer to Derek now, his feet practically in Derek’s lap. There’s an easy familiarity to the gesture that makes something in Derek relax even further.

“What is this? A job interview?” Derek asks, laughing as he watches Stiles’ beer foam over.

Stiles chases the spill with his tongue, licking his fingers as it drips down his hand. “I figured it was more like speed dating,” he says once his hand is clean. “People don’t just hunt you down over some jelly beans. You must be something special.”

“I was… curious,” Derek says, feeling his face heat under his beard. “Interested.”

“Well now I’m interested,” Stiles says easily, flashing him a smile.

They end up talking for hours. Derek asks question after question, eager to find out more about the mysterious man he’s been led to by some sort of twisted Christmas miracle. Stiles teases him mercilessly, making him laugh and blush harder than he has in years.

Eventually, a sharp cry rings out through the baby monitor on the end table and Derek startles. “She’s not going to go back down easy,” Stiles says, peeling himself away from Derek’s side where he’d settled the last time he’d come back from the bathroom.

“I can go,” Derek says, pointing to the door. He glances at his watch and sees that it’s nearly 3 a.m.

“Stay,” Stiles says, reaching for his hand. “I have your clothes anyway. We can talk more. You shouldn’t drive this late at night on Christmas Eve. Too many drunks on the road.”

Derek wants to argue, but all of that sounds perfectly reasonable to him. “Okay,” he says, following Stiles to a bedroom that’s currently serving double duty as an office and a nursery.

“Shh, Wonder Woman, it’s alright,” Stiles coos, reaching down into the crib for the baby girl who is standing up, clinging to the bars and screaming. “I heard you the first time.”

Derek stares. The girl is wearing Wonder Woman themed footie pajamas, her auburn hair curling around her tiny ears. She has Stiles’ little upturned nose and matching freckles on her round face.

“This is Claire,” he says, fitting the crying child against his hip like he’s been doing it for years and not just a few weeks. “Claire, this is my new friend Derek.”

She immediately hides her face in her father’s neck and quiets down. Stiles bounces her a few times, exiting the room and leading Derek down the hall to what must be his own childhood bedroom. There are posters on the walls of some of the bands Stiles had mentioned and superhero paraphernalia everywhere.

“I believe that is yours,” Stiles says, nodding to the corner where Derek’s suitcase stands. “Put on some PJs and join us,” he adds, sitting down on the edge of the bed and patting Claire’s butt to check for leaks.

“Thank you,” Derek says. All his clothes and gifts are inside, still wrapped and folded the way he left them. He pulls out his flannel pajama bottoms and ducks into the bathroom to change.

When he gets back, Stiles is lying down on the bed, Claire resting on his chest with the Binky Bear tucked into her mouth. She’s awake and babbling nonsense around the pacifier. Stiles speaks softly to her, “Really? That’s so interesting!” he replies, cupping the little girl’s head.

Derek picks up a picture book off the bedside table and looks at the cover.

“That’s her favorite, isn’t it Claire-bear?” Stiles coos, rocking her. “It’s cute. You should read it.”

So he does. Derek reads through The Pout-Pout Fish three times before Claire’s eyes fall closed and she starts dozing on Stiles’ chest.

“Hit the light,” Stiles says, yawning. “I’m not moving her again.”

“Okay,” Derek says, like staying right now isn’t a completely absurd thing to do. His entire family will be up in three hours ready to open presents, but right now, Derek doesn’t care. He lays down beside Stiles in the twin sized bed, close enough that he can feel Claire breathing beside him.

“Thanks for bringing the gifts back,” Stiles says, reaching his pinky out to snag Derek’s, linking them together.

“It was a really nice picture of you and your dad,” Derek says softly, turning in toward Stiles, placing his free hand on Claire’s back to feel her breathing. It’s just like when he first babysat Gracie except entirely different. Being here with Stiles is like nothing he’s ever experienced before.

“My mom took it,” Stiles mutters, eyes blinking slowly. “I found it in the attic last Christmas but it took me a while to be able to look at it.”

“She’s been gone a long time?” Derek asks, inching closer to Stiles.

“Yeah,” Stiles says, smiling sadly. “Thanks for bringing her back to me.”

“I’m glad I found you,” Derek says, answering his smile.

“I’m glad you did, too,” Stiles says, leaning in to press his lips against Derek’s. It’s dry and over too quick, but Derek doesn’t ask for anything more. They fall asleep like that, curled in toward each other, pinkies linked, with Claire a solid warmth between them.

It’s 8 a.m. when a soft knock on the door wakes Derek. When he peels his eyes open he sees the Sheriff standing in the doorway, eyes flicking between him and Claire. He gives a small nod and leaves them be.

As quietly as he can, Derek pulls himself out of bed and grabs the handle of his suitcase. His family is probably waiting on him to open presents. Just as he’s thinking about whether or not it would be creepy to kiss Stiles’ cheek goodbye, the man’s eyes flash open.

“Leaving already?” Stiles asks, lips curving into a warm smile. “I thought you might stay forever.”

Derek smiles back, reaching for Stiles’ hand. “I might,” he says softly, knowing Stiles needs the sleep and he’ll only get it as long as Claire is still quiet. “I know you guys probably have plans, but what would you say to dessert at my parents’ house tonight?”

“We’ll be there,” Stiles says, giving Derek a wink. “My dad knows where you live.”

“That’s not terrifying at all,” Derek says with a small laugh, leaning in to kiss Stiles once on the mouth before grabbing his suitcase and heading back downstairs.

“Must have been some thank you,” the Sheriff says from his seat on the couch when Derek passes him.

“Yeah,” Derek says with a sheepish smile. He knows he didn’t do anything wrong but he still feels like a teenager getting caught with his pants down. “I’ll see you all later for dessert,” he says, giving a quick wave and practically running from the house.

Driving quickly, Derek gets home in a matter of minutes and throws Peter’s car in park. He fetches his suitcase and goes around back in an attempt to sneak into the kitchen.

“Really Derek?” Laura asks, looking up from her cup of coffee when he pads into the kitchen. “You do a walk of shame on Christmas morning and you can’t even be bothered to come in wearing last night’s clothes like a normal person?”

“It’s not a walk of shame,” he says quickly, feeling the blush rise to his cheeks as he looks down at his flannel pajama pants.

“Because you’re not feeling ashamed, or because nothing happened?”

“Nothing happened!” he blurts out, burying his head in a cabinet to search for a coffee mug.

“Holy shit,” he hears, seeing Cora appear in the kitchen doorway when he looks up. “You fucked suitcase man!”

“I did not!” Derek shouts, turning his back on both his sisters as he busies himself with fixing his coffee. “And his name is Stiles.”

“Stiles Stilinski? That weird kid from high school who used to do bad magic tricks in the cafeteria?” Cora asks, eyebrows furrowing.

“I knew it! I knew he did magic!” Derek exclaims. “I’m going to kiss that smug look off his face when he gets here.”

“He’s coming for Christmas?” Laura says, eyes lighting up. “Ohh, Derek’s got it baaaaad,” she calls. “Do I hear the pitter-patter of little feet already? You want to have his babies?”

“Well, actually,” Derek says, a smile crossing his face as he thinks about Claire and her Binky Bear.

“No shit,” Cora says, deadpan. “I don’t believe it. You and Stiles and a baby makes three?”

“Her name is Claire and they’re coming over with the Sheriff after dinner,” Derek says, taking a sip of his coffee.

“What’s this I hear about more grandchildren?” his mother calls, her steps heavy on the stairs.

Derek groans while Laura and Cora laugh and throw mini marshmallows at him, but he can’t stop smiling.

Hours later, when dessert is long since gone and Stiles and Derek are kissing under the mistletoe as Claire plays pet hospital with Milo, Derek thinks that maybe following the jelly beans was the smartest dumb thing he’s ever done.

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What's your name? Autumn. How old are you? 32. How are you today? Not too bad, got most of my Christmas shopping done and got to spend some time with my dad. Do you like to read? I love reading. What kind of music do you like? My tastes are all over the place. Name a song that you enjoy: Lately I've been really into Childish Gambino's cover of So Into You Got a favorite book? What is it? I have so many. The main ones are 1984 by George Orwell, the Harry Potter series, To A God Unknown by John Steinbeck, and To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. Do you like summer? Yes. If not, what's your favorite season? Summer. Do you work out a lot? Haha no. Do you maintain a fit body? Clearly not. How do you feel about movies? I love movies. Name a movie that you could watch a million times: Pulp Fiction. Do you like spaghetti? Yes. What kind of pop do you like? Dr Pepper Does football interest you? Somewhat. If not, then what sports do you like? Basketball is my favorite. What sports are you actually good at? None. Have you ever done triple jump? Nope. How many piercings do you have? Just my nose and ears. How many tattoos? 10. Where you do live? Texas. Do you like where you live? I love the city and state, I do not like this apartment. Is there a movie theater in your town? There are several. Do you even go to the movies? I used to all the time. Not now, obviously. What's the last movie you saw at the theater? I don't even remember, it makes me so sad. Oh, maybe it was Parasite! At least it was a good one lol What's the last movie you saw at home? I watched The Mummy at Justin's house. Who did you see those last movies with? Both were Justin. Who do you live with? My kiddos and my father. Do you enjoy living with these people? I don't hate it. Who do you spend most of your time with? Kids, dad, Justin. Do they spend most of their time with you? Probably. Who are your good friends? Justin, Kelsi, Krystle, Needles, Carly, Kelly What kinds of flowers do you like? All kinds, but my favorites are white roses and sunflowers. Not together. Do you really think flowers smell good? Yes. Do you like to eat a lot? I do. If so, name 3 foods you eat most often: Goldfish, bread, pork. Do you watch a lot of TV? Sure. Not lately, because most of my free time is spent on school work. Name 5 TV shows you've watched recently: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Schitt's Creek, Blood of Zeus, Hot Ones (I'm counting it lol), Grey's Anatomy. Are you watching TV now? No. If not, are you listening to music? No. Do you have a cell phone? I do. Is it really yours or do you share it? It's mine... Do you use the ringtones on it or download them? My main one is one it came with. Some people have special ringtones. Are you still in school? I'm back in college. If so, what's your school's mascot? I think it's a bull? It's a community college, so the mascot doesn't really matter lol Do you enjoy your school? Mostly Do you get good grades or are you a slacker? Both lol Do you like popsicles? Meh, I have to be in the mood. If so, what's your favorite flavor? Cherry or the fudgesicles. What do you think of when you see a rainbow? I still get really excited when I see real rainbows lol How are your feelings on chicken strips? They're okay, not a favorite. Do you frequently indulge in eating them? No. Do you use bbq, ketchup, etc. or just eat them? Barbecue or caesar dressing or teriyaki. What do you eat them with? ...those things I just mentioned? Do you have a job? Not currently. Do you have your own checking account? Yes. What do you usually spend your money on? Cigarettes, clothes, food. Do you ever shop for clothes at Wal-Mart? No. Where do you shop for clothes? Mostly Target or Torrid. What would you say your style of clothing is? It varies. Do you like baggy pants or tight ones? Tight. How about baggy or tight shirts? Usually baggier. Do you wear hoodies? Yes. What about athletic shorts? Not really. Do you wear makeup? Yes. Do you have a lot of shoes? I wouldn't say a lot. What are you going to do now? Finish this survey? Is your best friend in love with someone? Justin is lol Does the feeling of Christmas time make you happy? Mostly, but also stressed lol Do you like sensitive guys? Sure. Do you wear more t-shirts or dressy shirts? T-shirts. What would it take for you to be completely miserable right now? Oh I'm always miserable lol Do you believe that there's a difference between love and lust, or is a feeling just a feeling? Of course there's a difference, that's why they're two different words with two different meanings. When you see a girl with big boobs, do you automatically think she's a slut? Wtf no. At this moment in time, do you wish you could trade places with someone else? Not especially. Maybe someone more financially stable lol Do horror movies these days scare you? I get scared pretty easily, but not as bad as I used to be Are you excited for college and being on your own? I'm excited to be back How many times have you sworn at your parents? A handful Do you think it's bad to have sex at 15 or younger? I lost my virginity at 15. And while I don't regret it, I'm sure there are plenty of people who would if they lost it that early. I think any younger than that is worrisome. Have you left some things unsaid with a certain person? Probably. Exciting day out or chill day in? Depends on the day. If a guy wants to become friends with an ex, does it mean he still likes her or cares for her? Not necessarily. Do you get bad cramps? Not often. Do you like cover songs better than the orginals? Sometimes. What would you do if your youngest brother died right now? I don't have one, so. Do you believe that "evil" or "sick" people will get what they deserve eventually? Not always. Do good things happen to good people? Not always. What's something you just don't give a fuck about? A lot of things. Favorite love song at the moment? Let's Stay Together by Al Green. Would you rather it be summer or winter all year round? Neither. Best place to meet guys? I have no idea. What is the best thing that's happened in the past week? Thanksgiving, spending time with Justin. The worst? This week wasn't too bad, honestly. If your boyfriend could get you anything in the world, what would you want? A billion dollars lol When you cook a piece of toast, which side of the toaster do you put it in? I usually cook two at a time. Do you sing along to music? Sure. If so, chorus or the main singer? Both lol When was the last time you washed dishes? Yesterday. Washed a dog? When I was a kid lol What did you have for supper last night? Well, it was Thanksgiving. So, turkey, ham, brown sugar sausage, sweet potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce, a roll, broccoli cheese rice. How old were you when your parents told you the truth about Santa? They didn't tell me really, I just realized. Do you think Pepsi is better in the bottle or can? I'm not a fan of Pepsi either way. Have you ever shot an animal? Nope. What was the last song stuck in your head? I have no idea, probably something from Hamilton. It's so fucking catchy. Have you ever talked to a pinecone? ...No. What was the last thing you put on your head? A beanie. What color is your cell phone? White, but I always forget because it's in a black case. Have you ever put peanut butter on the roof of a horse’s mouth? Uh, no. How about a dog? No. What type of deodorant do you use, assuming you use one? Well, mine broke, so I stole one of my son's Degree ones lol. But I usually use Dove. Last show you watched on TV? Schitt's Creek. What is the best flavor of Jelly Bellies? Popcorn or pear. Have you ever body surfed at the beach? No. What is the strangest thing you have ever found? Uh, Idk. Have you ever said “brontosaurus blubber butt”? Why would I. Name one character from the Simpsons. Ralph. Name one character from King of the Hill. Bobby. Do you wear mirrored or regular sunglasses? Regular. What is the best candle scent? I like fresh smells, usually. Have you ever stirred up a fire ant hill? Not intentionally. Have you ever had a laughing fit in church? Yes. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? Idc. Have you ever sped up a vinyl record just to hear squeaky voices? Nope. Ever fallen on a Christmas tree? No, but my sister's childhood best friend fell on ours once when we were playing Hide and Seek in the dark. Did you ever believe in the boogeyman? No. Do you have any scars on your left index finger? No. Have you ever examined one of your digits? ...I mean, I just did lol Have you ever eaten a jalapenõ pepper for money? No. When was the last time you actually wrote a letter to someone? No clue. Have you ever fallen out of a hammock by yourself? No. When was the last time you rubbed the Buddha’s belly? When my Granny was alive, probably. Does your clock make noise? When the alarm goes off. Do raisins belong in cookies? Sometimes. How do you like your meat done? Rare if it's steak. Do you buy those email chains or just delete them as soon as you see them? Delete. Which is funnier a mime pretending to be in a box or trapped in a box? Mimes aren't funny. What is the best prank you have ever pulled? No clue. Can you say the alphabet backwards? Yes. When was the last time you literally slapped yourself? Uh, never? Probably?

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