#master pancake must have been a cat that's so cute

[b-yeonder]

Bringing Them Breakfast in Bed (Brothers + Undateables)

LUCIFER:

When you walk in balancing the breakfast tray Lucifer is already sat up in bed checking his D.D.D for any important news from RAD, but his attention is quickly diverted to you. The spread you offer him? Buttered toast, two different types of jam in cute little decorative jars, a full wine glass, and a cup of tea. "Wine in the morning? What do you take me for," he chuckles putting his phone down. Grinning you tell him that it's just grape juice to which he laughs and accepts the tray from you with a sincere thank you. Finds it incredibly endearing and can't stop smiling - calls you his good girl/boy with a wink. Will definitely put him in a good mood for the rest of the day.

MAMMON:

"For me? All of it? Really?" Yup! He's flabbergasted, blinking stupidly with his mouth hanging open as his cheeks redden before eventually catching himself and clearing his throat, putting on his usual bravado. "Well damn, I definitely deserve this huh, being the Great Mammon after all!" Cheeks are still red despite his demeanor change. Takes the tray and starts tucking in with gusto. "Ya gonna help me with this right? Here, I'll feed ya a pancake look--" He does, insisting on feeding it to you by hand and is a happy bubbly fella all morning. Why? Because his human pampered him and he feels s p e c i a l. (Because he is, of course.)

LEVIATHAN:

Shakes off his tiredness in an instant when he realises what you're handing him. "Is this that Limited Edition Ruri-chan cereal!? WHOOOAAH!" A million thank yous before he takes a million pictures to post on his social media and is loathe to eat it but it looks so good and ohhh man he's caved already and it IS good! You can't help but laugh at him as he eats it with his eyes closed, humming happily. "I can't believe you got these. Just for me? Really? Like, the whole box, you don't want any at all?" Blushes reaaal hard once it dawns on him how difficult it must have been for you to get and that you made all the effort for him and him only. "What if I feed you a spoonful? They're really good." Blushy blush, hide behind that fringe cutie pie.

SATAN:

"Ohh well well well, what have we here?" A smirk as you hand him his tray. Freezes when he sees what's on his plate and his cheeks redden quickly. You can't help but grin as he just stares. Cat pancakes. Cat-head shaped pancakes with syrupy faces. "You okay there?" "I....they're..." He clears his throat and blinks up at you. "Cute right?" Your grin widens as he nods. "I don't know if I can eat them..." At his mumbled confession you laugh and plop next to him on the bed, offering to feed them to him which has him blushing more. What can I say, sleepy morning bedhead Satan is easily flustered.

ASMODEUS:

"Oh darling this is amazing! But really all you had to do was show up nude and that would have been all the breakfast I need--" "ASMO!" He giggles and licks his lips at the delicious looking spread laid before him. "G A S P, is this GLITTERY JAM!?" "Yes! Isn't it cool?" Squeals and tucks in, rolling his eyes in his head. "Oh my gosh it tastes as good as it looks. This would make a good lipstick colour, we should go looking for one later." Uses it as an opportunity to gossip and get a few little flirtatious moves in before the day has even started. Dabbing jam on your nose just to lick it off making you snort with laughter and shove him away.

BEELZEBUB:

Presented with a full English breakfast, a giant stack of pancakes, and orange juice his eyes are the size of saucers as his pupils flick from the food to you. "What's wrong, handsome?" "I'm trying to decide what I want to eat more right now - the food or you." Because yes the poor sausage is overwhelmed and gets hard with excitement over all the deliciousness before him. Ends up shoving some egg in his gob followed by a pancake and half of the orange juice before pouncing on you. "Lemme love you!" "BEEEL-!" He's grinning and smothering you with breakfasty smooches leaving you a giggling mess. (Would want to finish his breakfast with you wrapped in his arms after he’s had his way because hugs and food are the best.)

BELPHEGOR:

"I've never seen you eat breakfast so I didn't know what to make you therefore I am serving myself," you say, gesturing to yourself with a flourish. "Perfect." Instantly grabs you and starts biting and gnawing at you making you erupt in a fit of giggles and try to push him off. "Mmmm human, so delicious!" Keeps going, pinning you down and climbing on top. "BELPHIE STOP THAT TICKLES." Evil grin plastered on his face, eventually ends the antics with a kiss on your nose. Then bites it. "Just for future reference though, I love a good omelette. Make me one of those and I'm yours forever." "You're not already mine forever?" "No, you suck, make me an omelette." Collapses on top of you so you can't go and make one even if he wasn't just winding you up. 

DIAVOLO:

Has a massive grin on his face the moment you set foot in his room, getting even bigger when he sees you've brought food. You serve it professionally, pretending to be Barbatos and making him laugh. "Your breakfast, young Master."  "Ooo, my birthday must have come early?" Devours everything eagerly, insisting on sharing with you no matter how much you protested. "Come now, you deserve to taste the fruit of your labours. It's wonderful!" Like a big kid, smothers you with kisses when he's done. "I'll have to think of a proper way to repay you..."

BARBATOS:

Completely taken by surprise - it was usually him that was serving meals after all and here you were up at an even earlier hour than him handing him a breakfast tray? Doesn't know what to say at first, eyes roaming over the food you'd prepared for him until he spots the little flower-shaped strawberries you'd cut for him - something he'd done for you once to cheer you up when you were sick. "Seeee," you say with a playful nudge as you settle next to him. "I've been learning." "You have...this looks wonderful, thank you." He leans over to press a delicate kiss to your lips and you mumble a quiet you're welcome against them. The two of you share a rare moment of solitude chatting idly and enjoying each others' company before another busy day at the Palace begins.

SOLOMON:

Eyes you and the food suspiciously. "You trying to poison me again?" "Dude it was just gone-off milk it wouldn't have killed you. Also that was a whole year ago why are you still holding that against me?" "Yeah well..." Sniffs it just to be sure then flashes you a playful smile. "I'm just messing. This looks really good - thanks." Halfway through tucking in: "Y'know I'd offer to return the favour but you'd probably die so I won't bother." "Yeah please don't," you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. "Although....what if you were my breakfast next time? Worth a thought," he mused, tapping his spoon against his bottom lip as you rolled your eyes.

SIMEON:

Oh...this is awkward... You both are bearing breakfast trays intended for the other. Burst into laughter you make your way to his room where you swap trays and tuck in. "I can't believe this..." "We're too in tune with each other," Simeon smiles, sipping at his tea. "Yeah, I guess we are." The food was delicious - heavenly even and you found yourself closing your eyes from pleasure while eating it. "This is amazing, Sims." "Glad you like it," he replied with a grin. "You've made these eggs perfectly." "I'll have to make them for you more often." "I'd like that a lot." Simeon definitely tries feeding you at one point, laughing sweetly at your eagerness to take it from him.

[sanghyukstattoos]

SF9's reaction: first time over at theirs, accidentally leak

Warnings: mentions of blood, medicine (tablets)

A/N: None of the images in the collage are mine, refer to here for more; For more SF9, read here, for iKON, read here and for optional bias writings, read here

Safe and happy reading everyone!

Youngbin:

Partly anxious, partly thinks he knows what to do

He has a vague idea of what he should do, it presents itself to his decisions in the form of a solution but he isn't sure, is it what he is supposed to do? Suppose you have been asleep when he found out about your period, he will softly climb back into bed and wake you up. He'll hold you as and when you wake up and he finds it important to cuddle you all day long, even when he suggests that you watch something to distract yourself. He'll try to engage you in doing something like cooking as well but when he see that it doesn't work, he'll tell you that it's okay and pull you to the sofa where the two of you will spend the time either watching the tv or not but in each other's arms. You may go on a walk because he insists on getting fresh air and it's reliving, to feel the wind breeze through your hair, away from the growing stuffiness of staying indoors all day long.

Inseong:

''Oh, she must be in pain, what do I do?''

He may wake up because of your whimpers and heated body (you feel warm to the touch, much more than usual) so he wakes you up, giving you a detailed report of the blood stains and your probably high body temperature. He's freaking out which is cute before you sigh. The previous evening you felt your pms but when would it actually come? That was your question. Nevertheless, he leaves you to freshen up and takes the sheets for cleaning. He has some tricks up his sleeve; he knows that to do. When you come out, maybe hug him from the pain, his heart will squeeze like a towel filled with water, he'll press kisses on your face and give you gently words of support, ''You're doing so well. You want to lay down? I'll lay down with you, come.'' as he tugs you along. If you feel more active, he'll try his best to cook, as in, he'll give in his ultimate best. Extra effort so that you can eat food at home rather than from outside, it will taste good in the end because he would have followed the recipe and it's measurements to the t. Shining eyes should be following your movements when you taste his food, anxiously waiting for your response. Should you feed him, he'll melt, like a marshmallow. He loves you that much.

Jaeyoon:

Jaeyoon's a sweet heart

He'll ask you, ''Are you cramping?''. His voice is soft, almost down to a whisper. It draws you closer to him. You nod, pout whilst holding your lower tummy. You feel uncomfortable standing because of the pain, he knows it and draws you into his arms, holding you steady on your feet. He gives you little kisses on the cheek, teasing out giggles from you. He'll cook for you, maybe pancakes or avocado with fried eggs on toasted bread, whatever you want + as long as he is capable of making it, he may even surprise you! When you are eating, he'll give you company, his chin will rest in the palms of his hand and he'll give you this look where his eyes shine and the pads of his fingers drum on his cheek. He'll melt if you feed him, into a puddle his true form has been summoned. He'll make you smile, partly because of his cheeky jokes but also partly because of his own smile, lit cheeks that resemble a baking bun. He'll tell you not to apologise for the stained sheets, kissing your concern away. He'll join heads with you and figure out to do with it. The rest of the day, he'll spend it with you by taking you into his arms. Be prepared, fluff! passionate-driven! domestic husband! Jaeyoon is out to cuddle you!

Dawon I Lee Sanghyuk:

🥺🥺

He may wake up to your groans of pain, too disorientated at first to comprehend that you may be pms-ing so he'll go back to sleep. When he wakes up later on, the first thing he may say is, ''Shit.'', biting his lip but not yet thinking of a solution. He'll first check up on you, to see if you are still asleep or not. If you are, he'll let you you be and sit back with his mouth agape, wondering how this could happen. This may go on for some moments. He doesn't have even half the heart to wake up but if he has to, he will. When you curl up into a foetal ball, his heart will break. After you refresh, he'll rush to sort out a hot bag for you and maybe some tea and cuddle with you on the sofa till you begin to feel hungry (he may wait for when you are ready to make breakfast!). It's because he loves eating and so he'll love to see his significant other too. He knows that you enjoy what you are eating and that makes him happy, so he'll wait!

Rowoon I Kim Seokwoo:

Luxurious level Rowoon 💸💸💸

You may already be up when he wakes up. ''Oh!?!?'' is his voice when he looks at the lil' crime scene you left. You didn't stress about it okay maybe a little but decided to deal with it when he woke up. O-O is his facial expression. He can't believe his eyes. He's scared, he may never be able to un-see it again, ever. To bad for him, slightly better for you. You are already refreshed and not feeling to great, drained even before the day has begun but he's not asking anything, only how you are feeling. You settle in the seat beside him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, he greets you with a kiss back, discussing about your plans for the day. ''About the sheets'', ''It's okay'' he says, noticing your apologetic face, ''We'll throw them out'', ''Okay~ they are your sheets'' you laugh. Otherwise, if he wants to make love to you, your period may briefly hinder his thoughts but not by much, especially if you agree. He undress you in the shower and kiss you all over, to relieve the soreness of your body and fill you up. He would be okay to cock warm, to sit there with you on his lap and talk to you, giggle and laugh with you, occasionally cutting you off by giving you love-bites and sucking your nipples, nipping the area around them, if you find yourself comfortable with cock warming.

Zuho I Baek Juho:

Home-man Ju, never-leaving-his-cats Ju

But for you, it'll happen. You may have not brought pads or tampons with you because your schedule is hay-wire. If no and you have some then problem solved but if not, he'll leave you with a hot bag and run to the nearest store to buy you some pads. He'll hurry, knowing that you are in pain so he'll even say to his cats before he goes, ''Be good and take care of y/n for me okay?''. You have half a mind to chuckle at this adorable behaviour. In his pyjamas and slippers, he'll walk out, coming back with pads/tampons and food! Food! What's not there to love about this man? He'll bring your favourite snacks, putting them on a plate while you freshen up. If you borrow his clothes, you'll take his breath away. He'll put something on to watch or go out, like an amusement park or food stalls or wherever you would love to go. He wants you to feel better.

Yoo Taeyang:

Shocked or master level response

The first would be more appropriate for this man no? But I can't also help but think that he would see you in pain and move quickly. Without thinking of a plan or immediate solution, he would try to use what he has, a resourceful character is my point. He may rummage through the kitchen and medicine cabinets, standing there for two to three minutes, pondering over what he could use. He is quick to find a heat bag and warm it up, perhaps a wet towel that he thinks he will come back to and tablets for your pain. No doubt that his once blurry eyes and tired mind have disappeared to the back, your peacefulness of mind and sleep becomes his first priority. He takes you to the toilet and while you hazily strip off your clothes, he warms up the water and fills the tub with it. While you soak, cleaning yourself up, he lets you be, giving you the space you need to take a while and gather your peace of mind. There's a lot he would do for you. In the morning, he would cook for you and take you out. Later in the afternoon, you'll fall asleep together and in the evening, if you both are in the mood, he'll be willing to try and ease your cramps with releases. He's someone to be grateful for.

Hwiyoung I Kim Youngkyun:

Shy, to the bone

You knock on his door, ''Kyun?'', ''hm? You okay?'', he is curious. ''Yea, I'm going to the store and coming back.'', ''It's pitch black outside, I'll come with you.'', ''okay'', it's dangerous outside, anyone could be there. Just left the complex, he asks, ''What do you need?'', ''Tampons'', ''oh.'', he's flustered now. The tips of his ears turn pink and his cheeks- he can't resist them from going upwards. After scratching the tip of his ear, he asks, ''Does it hurt?'', ''hm, I can feel it, it's hurts a little but later it may hurt a lot.'', ''As in, unbearably?'', ''Yea and I think that I may have already leaked.''. ''Shit'' he murmurs, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, ''If you want, you could go home and I could get them?'', he asks, in all seriousness. He doesn't contemplate that he's never done this before but he could, for you. ''It's okay, I think I can make it. Plus, you won't know what to get.'', ''Call me, ''Are you sure about this?'', ''Absolutely, I'll drop you off and then I'll pick them up, do you want something to eat?''. The endeavours make you smile, now you are at the front of his house, ''Anything is okay with me.'' to which he chuckles. He knows what you want, ''So some snacks?'', in a teasing manner. He moves closer to you. It's a pause from the outside world, cupping your face entirely in his hands, he kisses your cheek. You softly gasp, slipping into his grasp when he lets go. You could smell his shampoo and the way he lingered, he's already telling you, ''Go up, I'll come to you.'' having you shake you head and tell him, ''thank you.''. As he begins to walk, he resists turning back and pulling you into a kiss driven by heat-blinding passion.

I guarantee that the kiss doesn't happen for sometime but when it does, you end up making soft love under the covers. He starts with mapping out kisses along your body + he loves how you touch him when he kisses you.

Chani:

Loving and admirable

When he sees you in pain, he hurts too, expressed as a pout or frown, tugging your hand and asking if you are okay. He wants to make your pain go away. He may be doing some work on his laptop, he'll hold you in his arms with your head on his chest and you softly snoring away. It'll make him smile, after all you were woken up so early in the morning by your cramps, waking him up to a few hours later to find that you made breakfast. It depends on who wakes up, one or the other makes breakfast after a long competition of seeing who can sleep the longest. He feels grateful and he tells you that, before saying that you shouldn't have when you felt this much pain and that he was okay with eating outside food. You have to smile and place a finger to his mouth to prevent his nagging from chewing your ears off and give him a little kiss and then immediately pull him for cuddles. Complain about how you are in pain and he will melt like a lolly on a hot summer day and instantly cuddle you, hovering over your figure that he placed on the sofa and tease you, maybe by feeling your waist to your neck to a small make-out session. It'll be automatic for him to compliment you and shower you with love, easily embracing you and kissing you to tell you that he loves you.

[razorblade180]

Mother’s Day

[Twin Snowflakes]

It’s early in the morning. Weiss has just woken up to something a bit out of the ordinary. Someone had picked her outfit out already. It was an office dress; nothing too special. Except it was pure black with a glittery red belt and a slit in the dress on the left side. What made it strange though was Someone placed her black wig and red contacts next to it.

Needless to say, she was intrigued and was going to wear it. In a matter of minutes she was walking through her hallways in it.

Bleiss:Hello!? Yo, my little rugrats?.....Babe? I know one of you has to awa-

She turned the corner to see Jaune in a dashing white business suit and an over the top decorative bow on his head that was held in place by ribbon that went over his body; complete with a note.

Bleiss:Well hey there sexy. Looking a bit finer than usual.

Jaune:And you look every bit as gorgeous as the day I met you; better in fact.

Bleiss:*red* Are you going to read that note for me handsome?

Jaune:*clears throat* “Dear Mother Goose-

Bleiss:*snorts* (These kids...)

Jaune: “Happy Mother’s Day! We took deliberately or persuading dad to put on the suit you bought for him and waking up early enough to make breakfast downstairs. We’ll be out the house until dinner time. With love, you little rugrats.”

Bleiss:Should we be concerned our children basically know what we- what I like to do when we have alone time?

Jaune:You’re not exactly subtle when you’re like this.

Bleiss:I can’t help that you’re so irresistible. Though I don’t get what’s up with my suit.

Jaune:That wasn’t them. It was all me. I already said this but...

He saunters over to Bleiss who can’t help but smirk as his hand reaches for her waist and pulls her closer.

Jaune:You look really gorgeous today.

Bleiss:Isn’t breakfast waiting for us?

Jaune:That look in your eyes tell me you aren’t that hungry.

Bleiss:Not for food, no. So you gonna kiss me already or-mmph!?

Her words were cut off by a deep and loving kiss. What a good way to start the morning.

xxxx

Nora woke up and did her usual morning routine. Shower, stretching, and her workout clothes. Time to start the day. She walked over to her bed and kissed her sleeping husband on the cheek “Bye sweetie.” Nora said, before heading out of the room.

She almost made it out of her home when something caught her eye. A light from another room was coming from around the corner. The kitchen? Nora made her way towards the kitchen and hit with the glorious smell of pancakes. A hardy stack of them in heart shapes were on the counter while Valerie was washing the pan that they were made in. The girl grabbed two forks and an obscene amount of syrup.

Nora:Well whay do we have here!? Color me impressed.

Valerie:Happy Mother’s Day. How about we also make it a cheat day?

Nora:I say we are going to need a hundred more pancakes before it counts as a cheat day.

Ren:*walks in* Then I guess you need a master chef.

Nora:Oh you’re awake!

Ren:*kisses her cheek* Today is a special day.

Valerie:Let’s chow down!

Ren and Nora:Yeah!

xxxx

knock knock knock

Ruby:*opens door* Hello-

Summer:*holding a cookie jar* We know this might be a bit weird but....

Nick:*holding Roses* You’re basically like a mom to us too.

Summer and Nick:So Happy Mo-

Ruby pulls both of them into a giant hug and holds them close. The twins look a little stunned at first before hearing Ruby sniffle softly. They not wrap their arms around her in a loving embrace.

Ruby:Thank you....

xxxx

Veronica:Hey mom? Can you come here real quick and help me with some fabric?

Blake:I’m a little busy at the moment.

Veronica:*pouts* It would really be appreciated. If you could help. It would only take second.

Blake:*walking in* If it’s that easy than why- shut the fuck up!!!! Is this....!?

In that moment, Blake remembered what today was. She had been so busy with work that it crossed her mind. Even if she never forgotten, Blake would’ve been happy with a card. Instead she stood in front of an elegant kunoichi inspired outfit. The base was black win a purple haze design that went around it as if to give it a smokey look. Dark purple was also the color of the hems and sleeve cuffs with the black becoming accent on it. All topped off with a beautiful purple bow tied in the back. This alone was exceptional, but something made it better. It was....

Blake:Is this a replica of the main protagonist’s outfit from Ninjas of Love!?

Veronica:To. The. Last. Stitch.

Blake:*tearing up* Veronica this is outstanding! Wait, why are you reading-

Veronica:*red* I like the plot! Moving on... I hope you enjoy this and I don’t know if you’ll get the perfect opportunity to wear this but hey. I’m sure you’ll find an excuse.

Blake:You know I will. *hugs her* I love you.

Veronica:*purring* I know!

Yang:Hey have you seen- woah is that...?

Blake:Yeah it is!

Yang:Veronica knocked it out of the park this year.

Veronica:It’s you that’s the tricky one. *red* Your gift is a little more abstract. I know I’m usually busy and not the easiest person to deal with. I also know we don’t really spend time together that much anymore so-

Yang.*hugging her* Is someone trying to spend the entire day with me?

Veronica:If...that’s okay?

Yang:Silly kitty. It’s always going to be okay. I love you.

Veronica:I....I love you too.

xxxx

*door opens*

Nick:We’re back!

Summer:Please be decent!

Jaune:*making dinner* We’ve been decent for hours.

Summer:We never know with you two. (I’m surprised we don’t have another set of twins or something.)

Nick:Now then, did we come home to mother goose or mama duck? *smiling*

He got his answer answer in the form of long white hair coming from around the kitchen corner and rushing over to grab both him and his sister. All three falling over to the ground as they laughed and hugged each other.

Weiss:Hello my baby ducklings!

Summer and Nick:Happy Mother’s Day mom!

Weiss:It really is, isn’t it?

[Lasting Embers]

Raven:Hey, I’m going out Tai.

Tai:Before you go can you stop by Yang’s and drop off those sunflowers?

Raven:Her house is the complete opposite direction.

Tai:Just open a portal.

Raven:Fine. *opens portal* You know a present means more if-

Yang:SURPRISE!!!

Without warning, Yang comes jumping through from the other side. Tackling Raven right to the ground and hugging her. Raven’s face turns red as she notices balloons and a box with the Schnee logo; most likely some high quality dust blades.

Raven:Yang!? What are you-

Yang:Happy Mother’s Day you grouchy mama bird. *grinning*

Raven:....

Raven:*smiles* After all these years you’re as energetic as ever. Once a baby bird, always a baby bird. *hugs her*

Yang:!!?*red*

Raven:Tai where you in on this?

Tai:Duh. I’m also in on Yang’s gift.

Yang:My gift? I was just home and got a card.

Tai:*smiles* But now you’re here and not home. A lot can change in a matter of minutes.

That peeked Yang’s interest. Her and Raven stared at the portal that was still opened in curiosity before getting up and jumping through. Tai chuckled at their anticipation and went through as well.

He was rewarded with the sight of his daughter covering her mouth with amazement as she tried not to jump up and down like a kid. They were all outside, including Jaune who was smiling. As well as Yujin who was also covered in motor oiled while she posed arms crossed right next to motorcycle that looked liked Yang’s old one.

Yujin:Meet bumblebee 2.0! Built from the ground up by yours truly after months of hardwork. You have many people to think for this accomplishment since this was no blueprints for the original.

Yang:How the heck did you get so accurate! The leather even feels right!

Yujin:Someone remembers what it felt like when it ran full force into him.

Yang:No fricken way....

Yujin:Adam says you’ll personally have to fight him again if you launch this bike at anyone or off a cliff.

Yang:Damnit, no I have to thank him. That was probably his plan from the get go.

Jaune:Stop whinnying and take this thing for a spin. *tosses her a helmet*

Yang:Wanna come admire your handiwork with your dear old mom Yujin?

Yujin:Hell Yeah!

Yang:Let’s go visit Tenzen.

Yujin:*pulls out scroll* He’s a bit busy.

She flips the scroll around and plays a video from earlier today.

Tenzen:*grinning* Hey Yujin, I think my mom likes her present. What’s your opinion? *flips camera around*

Nora:*holding a sloth* This is the greatest moment that has ever happened in my entire life...! He’s so cute!!!

xxxx

(Night time)

Jacquelyn:*watering flowers*..... (Hmm, haven’t seen the kids all day. They must be planning something, or maybe they forgot. No...well, they have been busy lately.)

A frown crept up on her face. She was used to simple gifts since money was tight so that wasn’t a problem. She just wanted them to say. Jacquelyn continue to get wrapped up in her thoughts until something cool ran across the top of her forehead. She looked up to see an orbs of water in front of her. They were floating, all the water she was pouring upwards; her entire body was floating. “Huh?”

A shadow drifted over her during this clear moon lit night; shadows that had horns and cat ears. Jacquelyn looked up with big smile to see her daughters floating towards her with petals of numerous flowers following them. All of them a variety of colors that rivaled any sunset or rainbow. The two grabbed their mom and put her right in the center of it all as they held her close.

Sienna:Happy Mother’s Day to the women who brings color to our lives...

Jael:And sweeps us off our feet.

Jacquelyn:Awww you guys. This is gorgeous.

Sienna:It took us longer than we thought to find enough flowers. This is the desert after all.

Jael:Not to mention the annoying grimm, but we managed!

Jacquelyn:You could’ve just gotten me a card.

Sienna:We do that every year! This one had to be special!

Jael:Yeah, you’re the best! With your powers now your garden will be twice as big.

Jacquelyn:*tearing up* Thank you. (Heh, I almost forgot. With these two....)

Sienna and Jael:We love you!)

Jacquelyn:*crying* (I’ll never be forgotten)

The three remained floating up there enjoying the view. Not knowing a certain someone was watching from below.

Adam:*smiling*

[Premonition]

Blake:*writing*

Secretary:Uh, Mrs Belladonna? It’s time for lunch.

Blake:That’s fine, I’ll just work through it. I have to these documents done by tomorrow night.

Secretary: Ah yes, he thought you might say that. Or I guess he knew you would.

Blake:!? “Knew?”

The secretary walked in a placed a bento box on her desk before leaving. Blake put down her pen and opened it to find it filled with various sushi; cooked and uncooked. Along with heart shaped rice balls and a note. Blake smiles and read it immediately.

“Do your best to unite the world. Can’t do it on an empty stomach though. Happy Mother’s Day.”

Blake:.....

Lucas:*laying in a hammock* (I wonder...if she’ll like it? I followed dad’s instructions but that doesn’t mean she’ll like it.) Hmmm

Blake:Someone looks concerned.

Lucas:Mom!? *sits up* Shouldn’t you be working!?

Blake:It’s lunch break. I wanna spend it with my special little guy. You made way too much food for one person you know? *smiles* Almost like you wanted me to come home to share. Predict that too?

Lucas:*red* More like wishful thinking.

Blake smiled and sat next to him. She quickly learned in a kissed his cheek which made Lucas wanna curl up in embarrassment and Blake laugh.

Blake:Wish granted.

Lucas:Happy Mother’s Day mom.

Blake:Hehe, thank you.

[Rosebud]

Another day, another job well done. For the most part anyways. A couple of nevermore had taken the wind out of Ruby’s sails by launching a feather at her right ankle. Now she was walking home with a limp. Crescent rose on her back didn’t make it easier, or the fact she was going through sand. At least she had the brains to take off her heels before reaching she made it to the rough terrain. The sun was setting but no grimm scared her; at this point she did not care about making everyone of them stone. If she can get over the sand dune in front of her that is.

Ruby:(Stupid nevermore with their stupid sharp feathers. Since when do they curve through the air? That’s definitely new.) Ugh, I’m definitely taking the longest bath when I get home.

???:That sounds nice.

Ruby’s head perked up immediately. She was a bit more tired than she thought. On top of the dune was a person. Not just anybody though, herself? All she saw was a silhouette but she was definitely looking at her old clothes from Atlas. The figure stepped closer and out of the glaring sunbeam. It was Carmine, and she was looking a bit winded herself.

Ruby was thrown for a loop on why her daughter was wearing those old clothes or looked like she ran a marathon. She didn’t get a chance to ask before Carmine lifted her mother up and onto her back; carrying Ruby up the dune.

Ruby:Ummm thank you? What’s this all about.

Carmine:You’re hurt. Why wouldn’t I carry you?

Ruby:I was talking more about the outfit. You aren’t a fan of skirts or anything too fancy.

Carmine:*blushing* Yeah well, I know how much you think I look cute in them so I thought I’d pick the coolest looking one,

Ruby:Awww for me? How cute.

Carmine:This goes right back in the box after today!

Ruby:So is this my gift?

Carmine:You’re a third right. The other half you’ll see when we get to the top.

Ruby:Ooooo

A few minutes passed before Ruby got why her daughter was tired. As they reached the top Ruby saw nothing but what looked like an ocean of crimson that surrounded her house down in the distances. “Is that red sand?”

“Look closer..” Carmine said. Ruby squinted and on closer inspection Ruby realize that the red she was seeing was roses. Hundreds of roses that each shimmered faintly like raindrops being hit by sunlight. “Woah.....”

Carmine smiled confidently. “Now look at it as a whole.”

“A whole? What, is it a pic-my symbol!?” Ruby screamed in shock. The roses were postponed perfectly to recreate her symbol with the house right in the center of it all.

Ruby:How the- this is- Carmine this is amazing! I didn’t even think you could make this many roses!

Carmine:Not without dad’s help. He’s almost has burnt out as I am. I’m sure both of you though will find your second wind in time for bed though.

Ruby:*Blushing* Carmine!

Carmine:Don’t be mad because I’m right. I’ll be knocked out though so I doubt you’ll wake me or Garnet.

Ruby:What’s the third part of this present?

Carmine:He’s at home with dad making cookies.

Ruby:Fuck yeah! This day rules. Worth the injury. Thanks sweetheart. *holds on tighter* You’ve really grown up strong huh? I’m glad....

Carmine:Hehe, I... had good teachers. Happy Mother’s Day....

[aestheticdisposition]

Kara and Lena go the same self-laundry place and Lena takes Kara’s clothes off the washer, puts her clothes in and leaves Kara’s on the floor. Later, they confront each other. (You can find it on AO3 but for some reason the link doesn’t work when I put it here 😅)

It had been an extremely difficult and exhausting day for Kara. She woke up late, realizing the phone charger was plugged in her phone but not in the actual plug on the wall, which meant her alarm didn’t ring, resulting in her sleeping in. Honestly, it wasn’t the first time she’d done something like this. In fact, she’s been doing similar things for about a month now.

She used her super speed to shower and get dressed but she really couldn’t afford to take her time to eat and enjoy a good cup of coffee, which was what really was frustrating about waking up late.

Deciding to fly to work today, she took off from her window and into the sky, already feeling the cool breeze relax her a bit. But it didn’t last long. As soon as she set foot in her office, Snapper barged in and told her off for being late (again). Kara pretended to listen to him and after a while he left with a glare accompanied with a scoff. She was finally left alone to finish a fluff piece about this cat breed that apparently had no fur on them? Don’t get her wrong, she loved animals but she was more of a dog person. Plus, cats in general were scary. She was a bit intimidated but she would never admit that out loud.

Several robberies (some with hostages), three fires, two alien attacks, some death glares from Snapper and only five pancakes later, she found herself leaving the Catco building. Greeting some of her co-workers goodnight, she set off to that self-laundry place she heard of from Alex. She sneezed on her washing machine a few days ago and froze it and she hadn’t gotten the chance to replace it with everything going on.

Alex keeps telling her that she needs to be a little more organized, but can you really blame her? She has two jobs she has to balance and a very demanding stomach that has to be filled every hour or so. It’s not her fault she sometimes forgets things. Or break some other things. Or cry when she sees dogs running, with their cute little ears bouncing up and down. But that’s irrelevant.

So anyway, tonight was the perfect night for laundry. The perfect way to end such a day. Honestly, the only good thing about this situation was getting food while she waited for the clothes to finish being washed. But food made everything better for Kara so it wasn’t that bad. It could be worse.

Somewhere not really afar, Lena was sat in her office. It was nearing 8 o’ clock at night and she was still working. Her day hadn’t been any better. She spent it in meetings with white, rich, sexist men who were looking down on her for deciding to take over Luthor-Corp, L-Corp now. God, they think they know everything, even how the tech that she herself developed works! It truly is infuriating.

It takes years of practice to master self-control at such level and in times like these, she thanks Lillian and her stupid grin for teaching her how to keep a neutral expression and not start throwing punches.

And like all this wasn’t enough, her heel broke. In the middle of her walking. She almost fell straight down her face but thankfully she caught herself just on time. But then she realized that what she had held onto was the shelf where she stores all her drinks. It broke and everything fell down (including her). Thank God she was alone.

Needless to say, her office still smells like whiskey. Anyway, she had to wear her sneakers for the rest of the day.

She also had to do laundry. She couldn’t escape it this time with some poor excuse she usually makes up. It needed to be done or she wouldn’t have clean clothes for tomorrow. Sighing, she decided it was best to leave work.

She exited her building and began walking to the self-laundry place she bought a few months ago. Yes, she bought it. It wasn’t like she tried to get closer to a very pretty girl who worked there and whom she helplessly crushed on or something like that. No, it’s nothing like that (even though Lena cried like a baby when she found out that said girl decided to move cities with her boyfriend).

Lena was a Luthor and Luthors are business people with no feelings and own multiple companies and make even more money. At least, that’s what she tells herself when she feels embarrassed of her decision. Nevertheless, she never had the heart to sell it. She’s become friends with an old man whom she regularly bumped into there. And by friends, she means that he was kind enough to smile at her or even make small talk.

But this very situation right now? It was literally a nightmare.

A fashion nightmare, to be specific. Another reason why everyone looked at her weird. She was a Luthor which meant that pretty much everyone judged her for her family’s doing but now, although she hates to admit it, she can understand why people looked at her direction. I mean, it’s not every day you run into a very rich CEO wearing her usual expensive blouse, paired with an also very expensive skirt and… running shoes. They just don’t go with the outfit. At all.

After a few agonizing minutes, she reached the laundry place. Greeting the old man, she rounded the corner and went to her washing machine only to find out that it was already being used. Looking around, she didn’t see anyone.

“Um, excuse me, have you seen…”

But her words died in her throat when she turned around and realized that she was talking to herself. The old man must have left.

She waited for about ten minutes before she started getting irritated. I mean, this was her washing machine. There literally was a sign that wrote “Lena Luthor’s, Do Not Use” at the top of the machine. Didn’t that person notice it? Wait, was it too small? Maybe she should get it replaced.

But it wasn’t small and anyone could see it. Laughing bitterly, she thinks to herself that this must be another man’s doing. One who is rude and disrespectful towards all women. She could just use another washer, truth be told, but she was done being patient with people who did not seem to have some common sense and were always looking for trouble.

Slamming her purse on the bench she is currently sitting, she stops the washer.

“If you want to be a disrespectful asshole, I can be an even worse one” she murmurs to herself.

She gathered all the stranger’s clothes and dumped them on the floor. She instantly felt bad but, oh well, too late now, what’s done is done. She loaded her own clothes in and started the machine.

The small screen read one hour before it finished, which gave her a little time to go and find a good book in the library. After that, she would definitely return. She has to see that idiot’s face when he realizes what’s been done.

Meanwhile, Kara was getting something to eat. Everything was finally organized. Her clothes were being washed and would be finished in a little while, she was now buying food to eat and she still had time for a good bath and a movie when she goes home. Alex would be proud.

She went for potstickers of course and almost swallowed them whole without chewing them first. It was just so satisfying to be able and treat yourself after a hard day. Her night was a hundred percent better that her day. After relaxing with the help of three more potsticker orders, she decided to leave the restaurant, leaving a small tip for the waiter she had become great friends with.  

Scratching her skin in thought, she chose donuts for desert. Then, she would go straight to the laundry place because she must have taken a bit more time than she initially intended.

She  ended up getting ice-cream too. Three scoops.

But no one could prepare her for what she saw upon entering. She almost dropped her food.

Her poor clothes laid down and wet in the middle of the floor. The washer she had put her clothes in was working but apparently somebody else’s clothes were inside. It didn’t take her long to realize what had happened.

How could people be so cruel? She works so hard to keep everyone safe and they treat her like this. They don’t know she’s Supergirl so it doesn’t really count but still. Has she done so little to show everyone that you should treat others with respect, even if you don’t know them? And besides, it’s not like it has a name written on it or something, this is a public place! Anyone can use whichever they want! (Unless it is already working, obviously!)

At that moment, her eyes begin to water. Her vanilla ice-cream, long forgotten starts to melt and droplets fall onto the floor making it dirty.

This was when Lena returned from the bookstore. Kara of course heard her and turned around and almost forgot about all her problems, including wet and still dirty clothes.

Wow. This was all Kara could think. This woman is gorgeous; long, dark brown hair, almost black, neated in a very elegant bun revealing her sharp jawline, her eyes were piercing green. They reminded her of kryptonite. She was wearing a blue, long-sleeved blouse that showed off her cleavage just the right amount and a pencil skirt that hugged her in all the right places, revealing her curvy figure. She was absolutely breathtaking. (Although something was terribly wrong with her choice of footwear).

The woman looked oddly familiar, though she couldn’t put her finger on it. Was she a model?

On the other hand, the sight of this, very attractive might she add, woman broke Lena’s heart. So it wasn’t some arrogant man. This woman seems small and sweet and kind-hearted and judging by the tears in her eyes and the two very full bags of donuts she is carrying along with some ice-cream which is slowly melting in her hand, she never meant any harm.

Lena almost started crying with her.

Her blonde hair fell down her shoulders in soft curls that made her want to run her hand through it, just to see if it was as soft as it looked like. She could tell her eyes were blue even behind the pair of glasses and were a bit glassy from the tears. They matched the pale blue sweater she wore, which was tacked in a pair of pants. She was adorable.

Yes, Lena was now officially the worst citizen in this planet. In the entire universe.

Kara is still standing there, ice-cream melting in her hand, staring at the woman.

“Umm… hello” the woman says, giving an end to the awkward silence.

“Hi…” Kara replies. “Are you the one who got my clothes out of the washer?” she asks suddenly a bit angry.

“W-what? No, I don’t… Okay, yes I am.” Lena replies. Her first instinct was to dodge the question but really, it was no use. They were the only people in the room.

“Why would you do that?” Kara asks, sniffing her nose. Her night was going so well up until this point.

“Well why would you use my washing machine when you could have easily used another one?” the other woman says while raising her voice a little.

“Your washing machine?” Kara asks with a scoff “Your washing machine? Does it have your name written on it? Have you bought-”

“Actually yes, it does have my name, right on top of it.” Lena interrupts “I also own this place” she adds powerfully, looking at the other woman straight in the eye. (She really does have pretty eyes).

Kara whips her head at the machine’s direction and sees a (rather huge) sign that reads “Lena Luthor’s, Do Not Use”. Crap. This is Lena Luthor. The Lena Luthor? That’s why she looked so familiar! So, the washer was hers and she was right after all… Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she turned around to face the woman once again.

“Well, I’m sorry I used it I honestly didn’t see the sign, but this doesn’t justify why you went and threw all my clothes on the floor.” Kara says, a little steadier and more confident this time.

Now it’s Lena’s turn to be taken aback. Of all the things she expected, this wasn’t one of them. The blonde didn’t even seem fazed by her last name. She expected an outburst of hate, worst case scenario she could have gotten stoned by the donuts she was caring.

“I waited for you but you were taking too long so this seemed like the most logical thing to do.” Lena says emotionless.

“And what was the least logical thing? Just use another darn washer?” the blonde emphasizes taking a few steps towards Lena while also making some motions with her arms.

Lena cringed a bit as drops of now fully melted ice-cream landed all over the floor and one on her shoe too, forming a perfect white circle on her black sneakers. She took a few steps back, mainly to prevent more ice-cream from showering her.

Wait, who uses the word darn nowadays?

“Look who’s talking! You are supposed to be here when the machine is working, but instead you got up and left! And I was kind enough to wait for you too, but as I said, you took too long.”

Now Lena is angry. Who does she think this woman is? Just because she’s-

Her thoughts were interrupted by the washer when all of a sudden, it started making some weird noises. Few seconds later, water came out from under it (along with some smoke from the top of it), making the floor all wet.

“Oh my God now you broke it too!” Lena shouts frustrated with how her night is going.

“I broke it? If I remember correctly it is you who started it the last time before it broke!” Kara shouts equally as loud as Lena.

Lena chooses not to reply. Partly because she is too irritated to function and partly because the woman is right, she couldn’t have broken it. Now she just stares blankly at the washing machine trying to figure out what’s wrong with it.

“A tube must be leaking somewhere inside it” Lena diagnoses.

“What?”

“I said a tube must be leaking somewhere inside this thing.” she repeats.

Deciding that she will have to wear the same clothes tomorrow, she gets up and takes her phone, ready to take over the situation and solve this problem.

At the same time, Kara looks at the mess she’s made with her ice-cream. She could clean it… or she could also just leave it as it is. No, that wouldn’t be nice… Rejecting her last thought, she digs into her purse and finds some baby wipes. She briefly hears the woman speak on the phone with a plumper about the leak. Well, she did say she’s the boss, she’d better act like it. But Alex didn’t mention that Lena Luthor was the owner. Maybe she didn’t know it.

As she was about to get on her knees, the other woman speaks up.

“What are you doing?”

“Um… Trying to clean up?” she says, stating the obvious.

“You don’t have to. I’ll have someone take care of it.”

“Are you sure?” she blinks. “It wouldn’t take more than five minutes” she tries to argue.

“Yes, you don’t have to.”

“Okay…”

Putting the baby wipes back in her purse (after cleaning her hands), she picks her clothes off the floor and puts them in another washing machine. She can feel the woman’s eyes on her the whole time. What’s her problem now? Can’t she do laundry like a regular person?

“What?” she asks flatly.

The woman, Lena, laughs a little without answering. Ignoring her, she makes sure everything is good to go and presses the start button. Then, she collapses on one of the benches, sighing deeply.

Lena silently observes the blonde from her spot. She’s really pretty and she seems masculine. She slaps herself internally.

“No, bad Lena” she mumbles. Oh great, now she’s talking to herself and as if she were a dog. She’s going insane. What’s next? Following Lex’s paths and losing all of her hair? She shivered at the thought.

She copies the other woman and starts unloading her clothes off the now broken washing machine and puts them in the one next to it. The whole time she does this, she’s thinking of how badly she behaved. She’s the boss, she should be good with her clients! They’re giving their money to her!

And more specifically, this woman who is sitting right there (and is probably watching me this whole time oh God oh God please don’t embarrass yourself), who was kind enough and didn’t leave after the freaking boss dumped her clothes on the floor, who was considerate enough and offered to clean up her ice-cream that she herself ruined.

She has to do something. She is Lena Luthor, CEO of L-Corp, a multi-billion company. She is a genius and more importantly, she is a good person. And she is going to prove it right now.

“I’m sorry”

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry,” she states again more loudly and clearly. Seeing she has all the woman’s attention, she continues “I apologize for my previous actions, it wasn’t fair of me to do what I did. It was unacceptable, especially when such behavior is initiated from a person of authority. I let personal reasons cloud my judgement and I guarantee you that it shall not be repeated. I offer you one year of free subscription as a way of saying sorry ” she finishes her little speech with a small, true smile, one not a lot of people have the privilege to witness.

Kara just sits there and blinks. Okay, she did not expect that. That woman seemed so full of herself.

“Umm… wow… Th-thank you for.. for your words. I should apologize too. I should have been more observant. My sister always tells me to be a bit more… put together and I had a really, really bad day today so your words right now mean the world to me, you have no idea, but I couldn’t possibly accept your offer. It’s simply too much. I’m about to get my own washer actually sometime during next week. I just came her today because it… also broke, somehow, I’ll get out of your hair soon, I promise and I am rumbling again I am so sorry.”

Great, she managed to embarrass herself to Lena Luthor. Why couldn’t she just be like her alter-ego once in her life? Wait, was that a giggle she heard? At least she made her laugh. That’s something.

“Well, I’m a bit saddened by the fact that I will not be seeing you around for long.” She did not mean to flirt, why did she flirt? This isn’t going the way she planned it in her head.

“Haha, I’m not sure I’ll be any good news for the place. It’s only my first time here and there’s already a broken washer and the floor is sticky and full of my ice-cream so…”

Lena laughed at her response but decided to put an end to their conversation. Had the conditions been different, she would attempt some small talk, but she was too exhausted and tired to do anything but sit and stare at the wall.

At the other end of the room, Kara is sat at a bench and her donuts are all she can think about. They must be at the perfect temperature right now. She can smell them from inside the bags and they make her mouth water. However, it would be rude not to offer Lena one.

“Hey Lena, um… you do eat donuts right?” she asks gesturing at the bag she’s holding.

“Well, I am human.” Lena replies smiling from her seat.

Kara, like the gentlewoman she is, gets up and offers her the bag so she can choose.

“These are simple, just some sugar on top of them, these are so good, they have marshmallows on top as you can see and chocolate on the inside, but these, oh these are my favorite, the ultimate best. I’m telling you, you haven’t put anything better in your mouth” she explains to Lena. Realizing what she just said, she starts blushing. Oh Rao.

“Hmmm… I think I’ll try… this one. This seems good.” Lena says while examining it in her hand.

“Ah, good choice! I promise you, you will not be let down.” Kara states grinning.

“Thank you…”

“Oh, right, my name is Kara, God where are my manners.” Kara says in a rush while offering her hand to Lena.

But Lena’s hands are both dirty with chocolate so she ends up shaking her elbow instead.

So now they wait for the washers to finish while sitting next to each other. Kara offers Lena another donut but Lena kindly declines, so she ends up eating everything else on her own.

It’s late and both women can’t wait to go home. Kara doesn’t have time for the movie she wanted to watch and Lena is too tired to answer emails instead of going straight to bed. It’s already eleven at night and the city has quieted down. Less cars honking, less motorbikes revving to disturb Kara’s sensitive ears and Lena’s headache.

Kara wishes she could speak to Lena a bit more. She seems like a very interesting woman. She is a Luthor so that means that whatever she’s doing is immediately written in magazines. It’s easy to follow her scientific progress and with some more digging, she’s sure she can find some other facts about the woman sitting next to her.

But she doesn’t want to stalk her, it doesn’t feel right.

This woman deserves more. She is not sure if she is able to give it to her. After all, a Super and a Luthor? But she is willing to try. She can tell the woman is tired by her body language and her heartbeat and she has a sudden urge to make her pain go away, even if it’s just a little.

They have much in common actually. Both carry the weight of the world on their shoulders- Kara with being Supergirl and Lena with her technology that saves thousands of lives. Both betrayed by family, Lena left with a broken name, Kara with a broken planet and both with broken hearts. Both were adopted, despite the fact that clearly Kara had more luck than Lena in this part. The list can go on.

They didn’t start off very well, truth be told, but the start of a journey doesn’t determine its end. And Kara has hope.

But what was she supposed to say? Hi, it looks like you could use a friend and I’m available? That’s rude. She doesn’t even know if the other woman wants to be friends with her. Maybe she could ask what happened to her shoes. Surely, she couldn’t have worn sneakers with this outfit. But what if she did? Lena could get offended if she asked something like this.

Kara opted for silence. It was the safest.

Soon enough, the washers dinged signalizing that they are finished. The women stand up half-heartedly and go get their clothes. In a little while, they will be on her own again.

Ten minutes later, they exit together the (now a bit ruined) shop and Lena turns to Kara.

“So… again, I’m sorry for what I did. Please, do consider my offer of one-year free subscription, it is the least I can do. And thank you for the donut; you were right it was delicious.” Lena states with a tired smile.

“Apology accepted, we were both at fault back there. And I’m sorry too. Um… I will consider your offer although I suppose I won’t need it cause I’m buying a new washer. And you’re welcome. For the donut.” Kara ends grinning.

“Are you on foot?” Lena asks tilting her head a bit.

“Oh no I flew to work today… on-on a bus. Yeah on a bus. Aha. Yup. Definitely. Why?”

“My driver is about to come pick me up and I was wondering if you want me to drop you off somewhere since it’s gotten quiet late.” Lena says while switching her weight from one foot to the other.

“Oh no I wouldn’t want to get you out of your way. I’ll be fine honestly, it’s not the first time. My sister, Alex, she works for the FBI and she has taught me a trick or two so I’ll be absolutely fine, I promise haha, no biggie… and I’m also a good runner I’m sure I can escape any situation and I will uhh… I’ll just stop talking right now…” Kara shut her mouth embarrassed of her word vomit once again. She planned on flying home tonight because firstly, she doesn’t have a car and secondly, even if she did, she flew to work in the morning too.

“I don’t want anything bad happen to you. You may be able to protect yourself from a human mugger but what if an alien decides to show up? It’s a risk I’m not willing to take.”

“Right… because aliens are dangerous and could… seriously injure me... because I’m a human and I most certainly not indestructible.” Kara tries hard not to cringe at this conversation right now. She can hear Alex laughing in the distance somewhere in the DEO.

“Of course not, unless you’re Supergirl,” Lena stares for a moment “but even if you were I would still offer you a ride. I imagine flying must be tiring”

“Haha,” Kara fakes a laugh (horribly too) “I wouldn’t know since I’m not her.” She hasn’t hoped for call from Alex so badly before.

Thankfully, a nice black car with tinted windows pulls up in front of them interrupting their conversation and Kara has to stop her jaw from crashing onto the floor. She’s not a big fan of cars but man is she shocked. Of course Lena Luthor would drive something like this. Why is she even surprised?

“The offer still stands” Lena now fully turns to her.

“Which one?” Kara jokes.

“Both” Lena replies elegantly. How can she be so graceful all the time?

“Well since you asked so nicely I will not decline being taken home” Kara beams.

“Excellent” the other woman smiles back, her eyes wrinkling a bit.

Lena moves forward and opens the door for Kara. Mumbling a shy ‘thank you’, Kara gets in and tries not to gasp. The car is very clean and tidy, too clean and tidy. She almost asks if she’s allowed to sit or if they want her to float instead so that she doesn’t dirty the seats (don’t worry, she stops herself just on time).

The car ride was silent and lasted only fifteen minutes before the driver pulled up in front of Kara’s building.

“Thank you for the ride and for the- for everything actually. Thank you” Kara smiles, expressing her gratitude. She swallows her disappointment and grits her teeth. Why is she such a coward? She’s fought the deadliest of aliens, yet she’s afraid to... do something, anything regarding the green-eyed woman. Just say that she’d like to see her again. Anything! “Goodnight Lena.”

As she is about to get out of the car, Lena speaks up.

“Wait, Kara!” Oh Rao, did I forget something? My purse, my phone, does my cape show?

“Yes?” Kara replies a bit too eagerly.

“I was wondering if maybe… you know… if I could have your number? I really liked the donut you gave me and I would like to buy one myself. I could give you a call and you could tell me where I could find the shop? We can visit it together too if you want? I could also buy you some ice-cream since I pretty much ruined it.” Lena suggests, betrayed by her trembling voice.

“YES! I mean yes, yeah, why not. Sure, we can arrange that.” Kara almost shouts.

“Good.”

“Good!” Kara’s face is about to tear in half because of how hard she is smiling. “Okay goodnight!”

“Wait Kara, you never gave me your number!” Lena says in a rush.

“Oh right, sorry!” Getting inside the car once again, Lena handed her her phone and Kara, careful not to break the screen from her nerves, typed in her number.

“There you go! I saved myself as ‘Kara the donut girl’ in case you forget who Kara is” she says, handing the phone back to Lena.

“That would be impossible; you’re a hard one to forget. In a good way.” Lena adds hurriedly.

“Well, for the hundredth time in a span of half an hour, goodnight” laughing, she slowly backed away from the car and to her front door.

“Goodnight Kara” Lena smiles for one last time before she shuts the door and the car starts moving.

Kara sighs happily and turns so she can enter her building. That night, she slept better than any other night since she can remember. The next morning, she woke up in time and even smiled at Snapper. Needless to say, she had donuts for lunch.

[7dys]

roomies?

hey again im a dummy sorry

I literally could NOT think of a title im sorry here's a good ole roommate au though

request: HHhHhHhh u write so well I'm crying :(( jshsd can I get a roommate!au with jae from day6 ? with a possible fluff at the end ? eye emoji ? sjdshd tysm !! -anon

word count: 5137 she's a doozy

a/n: I must have gotten this request like... a year and a half ago at least anon if you’re seeing this I apologize but I've finally done it!!! hope u all enjoy the workings of my crackhead brain

right-o lets get to it

okay so when you moved out of your dorms after graduation you weren’t expecting it to be this God Damn Expensive

on top of buying groceries and affording your tiny ass one bedroom a girlie was struggling

so !! you decided to look into finding a roommate

obviously not to move in with you…. there’s only one bedroom okay

but like searching for an open spot with someone

you found a few that seemed nice but were all wayyyyyyy too far from your job like you would be losing money paying so much in transportation

finally you stumbled across the most cursed roommate flyer ever

but it was in a super convenient location !! so you read it anyways

it was written in GREEN and PURPLE comic sans and there were multiple pictures of chickens and cheesy memes randomly placed around the text in the middle

which by the way was a list of 7 bullet points that said this:

1:my name is jae

2:i am broke

3:i have an extra room waiting for /YOU/

4:i am in a band and will write a song about you if that’s what it takes

5:i am unreasonably good at untangling headphones and i will untangle things for you

6:i have a pet cat and if you don’t like that walk away from this flyer immediately

7:please

and then at the bottom was an octopus who’s 8 legs had his contact information on it and they were cut so you could just pull off a slip

if you were an ordinary person you would not have taken one

lucky us !!!! you’re just crazy

and you take one of the god damn octopus legs

you are understandably the only person who has taken one so far

you giggle to yourself at your own SHEER STUPIDITY and then send a text to the number

you: hi !! i saw ur ad abt looking for a roommate and i’m interested! my name is y/n and i’m still in college so u don’t have to worry about me being like . crazy im just stressed

chicken guy??: oh my god really it’s been a month since i put up that poster!! also mood

you: you put up …. only one poster …… and it was that ……

chicken guy??: it worked for u didn’t it

you: . touché

chicken guy??: anyways you can come by later today and check it out if you’d like? i swear i’m not crazy either but feel free to bring a friend if you’re worried for safety reasons or whatever

you: nah i prefer to live life on The Edge plus none of my friends would be helpful in a life threatening situation

chicken guy??: i don’t know u but i’m already worried for u pls get here soon

hehehe u liked this guy

he was funny if anything

and you tended to find all the weirdos of society and befriend them so it was safe to assume he was no different than your usual crowd

true to your word you go to the address he sent you alone later that afternoon and cheerily knock on the door

while you wait for him to answer you survey the outside

it’s honestly ….. kind of a cluttered mess but in a cute way

like some sort of kleptomaniac crow somehow got an apartment and displayed all of the strange things it found

except it’s all music related

there is a jar that is filled to the BRIM with guitar picks.

who needs that many guitar picks

“me, i do”

you squeak and turn around and go

“??????”

and the tall thin man in the door just nods

“i knew what you were thinking”

“...that’s fair”

and then he seems to remember what exactly is going on and extends one long fingered hand for a shake

“hi! you must be y/n :)) i’m jae”

you take his hand …. that shits warm

how long have you been outside that your hand is so cold when you touch him you SHIVER

he’s like oh my god come in please you’re shivering jesus christ

and you just smile and tell him it’s nice to meet him !!! what a positive polly

you come in and are pleasantly surprised that the inside has just as much personality as the poster !!

and thankfully less green and purple and ….. comic sans

you are immediately greeted by the largest tabby cat you’ve ever seen

“ah that’s my big boy mister crackers”

“his name … is mister crackers”

“....yes”

“love it. tell me more”

he smiles so BIG and WIDE when you say that you think you’re looking at the sun

as he explains more things about the apartment and points at things here and there you half listen and half just. watch him

you didn’t know what to expect from that as but it’s fair to say you lucked out as far as possible roommates go

he was tall and had shiny dark hair and glasses that made his cute little eyes even littler

and he was in a BAND that is so cool

plus he’s like …. pretty or smth

smh FOCUS

you’re gnna have to share a bathroom with him which is … scary but you looked in there and it looks clean at least

also there’s some candles in there

……. he definitely takes candlelit baths like a widow just returning from her rich husbands funeral after he left her everything in the will

king

he seems nice and funny and you appear to have a similar sense of humor …. you’re in

you’re about to tell him you’ll think about it so that you don’t come off as too excited

but then change your mind and jump up and down and tell him you’re IN and you’ll help cover the rent and cook sometimes and bake him cookies and

he stops you after cookies with a hand over your mouth

“you are perfect. please move in immediately”

you smile under his hand and hope he can’t feel your cheeks getting absolutely BLAZING hot

(he 100% can)

((and he thinks it’s really CUTE))

you grab the hand that’s over your mouth and give it a shake and tell him in a southern accent that it’s a deal pardner and he SNORTS

it was cute

you move in as quickly as possible and his band mates come over to help you move everything !!

you’re high key embarrassed to let all these literally gorgeous men into your tiny little apartment and touch all your stuff

but after talking to each of them for like 5 seconds you quickly see they’re all a bunch of nerds and you would trust them with your life

wonpil loses his MIND when he sees your little plushy collection on your bed he thinks you’re the cutest person on the whole planet

he tells jae that’s he’s the luckiest man on earth when he thinks you’re not listening

you ARE though and you stop what you’re doing to give him a big ol hug and tell him he’s an angel

sungjin disapproves of how you’ve been living and asks if you’ve been eating enough and then turns on jae with a finger like U BETTER FEED HER

brian is so intimidatingly beautiful you can’t look him in the eye until you’re all eating ramen and you watch him choke to near death and then immediately go make himself another cup

relatable

dowoon looked lost and you immediately took him under your wing and you’ve been babying him ever since

you made jae take the box full of your plates and mugs and such bc it was too heavy for your Little Angel

“please y/n i am literally the strongest of all of us let me carry things. jae is going to keel over and die”

“nonsense !!! you’re a growing boy you need rest”

“please i literally punched a HOLE in a WALL on ACCIDENT and jae has a grass allergy i promise i will be fine”

regardless of the absolute struggle it was to coordinate everyone and get all your stuff to jae’s you are FINALLY moved in

your room is obviously not the master but you weren’t gonna be like Sorry Jae I Need The Master Bedroom Move Out Xoxo

it’s cute and you brought your own furniture and some posters and decor that you had all over your old apartment

basically you just condensed it all into one room

and the boys gave you a housewarming present and it was just a picture of them performing with you badly photoshopped next to jae playing the triangle

it wasn’t even framed they just taped it to the wall

typical

after all the moving in the boys leave you and jae to settle in but the moving was TIRING so

you’re already asleep on the couch

……….typical

jae just shakes his head and covers you with one of his large sweatshirts because for some reason he only owns one blanket and it’s on his bed and he doesn’t know where yours are

he’s literally HELPLESS

you wake up with a dry mouth at 3 in the morning and smile at jaes sweater barely covering your curled up body

you hold it up and it says “i like ugly” in tiny font .

this boy is perfect

you put it on and climb in your actual bed and decide to make him breakfast tomorrow for being such an angel

you set an ALARM that’s commitment if i’ve ever seen it

you make him pancakes and and coffee and when he comes out wearing a sweatshirt similar to the one you’re wearing and the rattiest sweatpants you’ve ever seen he doesn’t even notice anything at first

nd then he rubs his eyes and just stares

“y/n i’m gonna cry i haven’t had breakfast since 2008”

you laugh and launch yourself at him because he’s That cute

“you’re so cute thank you for letting me be your roommate !!!!”

he ruffles your hair and then sets his chin on top of your head

“thanks for breakfast, sunshine. even if this is also as early as i’ve been awake since 2008”

you pinch his side at that and then go to serve him a heaping pile of pancakes bc he’s skinny and he needs it

“alright noodle eat up!!”

“did you just call me noodle?”

“yes, look at yourself”

“.. that’s fair”

you guys chat over breakfast and thank GOD it’s a sunday and neither of you have shit to do

other than laundry

you force yourself not to mom him when he just puts it all in one machine and sets it on cold and leaves .

it hurts tho

instead of being productive while you wait you have multiple staring contests

jae keeps accusing you of saying he blinked when he didn’t

“i didn’t blink my eyes just look like that !!!! they are small and asian are you racist or something??”

“shut UP i won >:((((“

after the laundry is done you go your separate ways and jae heads out to band practice and it’s your very first time …

alone in your own apartment

naturally you take off your pants and dance around for at least 10 minutes

you didn’t even realize that since your roommate is a dude you can’t just ….. not wear pants

a travesty !!!

honestly let him try to stop you from going braless though. let him try.

you laze around and try to get caught up on your favorite shows and organize your room and then it gets late and you decide you’re going to make a MEAL for dinner

like a WHOLE . MEAL.

we’re going all out

you tie your hair up and put on your cooking sweater which is just a disgusting old sweatshirt covered with stains that hangs almost to the middle of your thighs

everyone needs one

next step is MUSIC because if you cook without it you just feel sad

we’re pulling out the oldies mix that’s right

i’m talking ELO, reo speedwagon, the doobie brothers we’re getting DOWN !!!!!

perhaps we’ll sprinkle some queen in there in honor of the movie that just came out

regardless you’re head banging while you chop vegetables

extremely unsafe but entirely necessary

jae comes home in the middle of your dramatic rendition of bohemian rhapsody where you attempt to sing every single part including the operatic harmonies

you are literally on your knees singing dramatically when the door opens and he comes out of the foyer to see YOU on the FLOOR wearing NO PANTS and singing QUEEN

you may just be ……. the most perfect woman he’s ever met in his life

he joins you because what the fuck else is he supposed to do

he comes in on the high GALILEO and then air guitars THE FUCK out of the next part while you literally thrash

i’m telling you it was one of the most taxing things you’ve ever done

you finish out the song and then fist bump for respect

“something smells good but also something smells burning”

and you scream because OH NO THE GARLIC BREAD

((it’s not even that burnt jae is just weird about smells …… grass allergy headass))

after the fake crisis is averted you finish up and the both of you FEAST while watching cheesy christmas movies and booing at love

you’re both . that bitter huh

also want to note that at some point you discreetly put sleep shorts on so you could pretend you hadn’t been pantless and possibly flashing your day of the week underwear to your roommate of like 36 hours

and when you’re literally seconds away from sleep jae boops you on the nose

like . kinda hard

“hey go to sleep this couch is not comfortable i promise”

“shut up you’re BONEY everything is uncomfortable for you”

“okay now you’re just being mean get your ass in bed”

“sorryyy :((((“

“yea yea go away weirdo”

you tell him goodnight and hug him extra tight in apology and he pats your head so like. all is forgiven hehe

that night when you flop in bed and wrap yourself around one of your pillows you’re pretty damn pleased with your roommate choice

time skip you and jae have almost 0 boundaries other than the necessary ones that keep you Platonic Friends and not Married Couple

which is basically just any affection beyond hugs nd the occasional snuggle

you heard me

the boys are in your apartment . all the time

literally all the time

and wonpil drunk cries to your stuffed animals about never finding love

PLEASE someone save him please

nights like those you and jae go full parent mode because everyone’s drunk so sungjin can’t do it himself

he’s too busy literally breakdancing in your living room

he moved the coffee table out of the way and everything

after everyone is put in beds (dowoon gets to deal with wonpil‘s cry snuggling … sorry)

you and jae always collapse on the couch actually exhausted because you both have weak cardiovascular health and you just carried four full grown men

you end up leaned up against each other for support and then sagging until one of you falls over onto their back and the other just follows

it varies which one of you ends up the big spoon and it’s so CUTE when you do

you think jae pushes you over a little because he likes it too but he would rather die than admit he likes being snuggled so

you’ll fall over onto your back and jae will pretend to be surprised but then wriggle up your body until he’s half on top of you and half on the side with his head resting just under your chin

his hair is FLUFFY and it TICKLES you so you have to move it so you can sleep !

that’s what you tell yourself when you comb his hair down with your fingers

you pretend not to hear him sigh and feel it against the skin of your neck

you also pretend he hasn’t wrapped both arms around your rib cage like a vice and is not letting go anytime soon

cutie :(

he tucks his forehead into your neck and you physically feel his whole body relax and wow . so this is what peace is like

of course it lasts for 5 whole seconds before wonpil let’s out an actual wail and dowoon is urgently whispering shut the fuck up PLEASE SHUT UP

jae snorts against your neck and gives a minute shake of his head, splaying his hand across your ribs and tugging you farther into his hold

first of all. that ticKLES and it takes every shred of self control not to squirm

second: at this point he’s practically trying to fuse your bodies together really you cannot physically get closer than you are

you’re absolutely enjoying it though so you wrap your arms around him and settle in with one leg flopped over his and a blanket you pulled off the floor haphazardly thrown over the two of you

he’s such a SNUGGLE BUG you can barely believe it

he just loves to pretend he’s some angsty lonely dude who plays guitar and SKATEBOARDS like the giant cliche he is

when actually he is a Big Baby

he texts you to calculate the tip for him whenever he’s out to eat with the boys because he “swore off math in 2014”

he asks you if his outfits are okay nd he always looks like an old man but you still tell him it’s good

you think so at least <33

you can read each other so well it’s scary

you’ll walk in the living room and jae will be like NOPE i’m leaving

and you’re like what :(((((((

and he’s like i just KNOW you’re about to yell about random shit we both personally have no control over and it gives me ~anxiety~

“okay well i was just gonna say that global warming is a real proble-“

“LA LA LA I CANT HEAR YOU”

(he thinks global warming is real he just. doesn’t want to talk abt it bc he knows you will Never Shut Up once you start)

you hand him coffee on his way out in the mornings when you know he has a long day ahead and he pats you on the head in thanks every time

jae cooks for you too !!! we love equality

he sticks to pretty simple stuff but he was living alone for a while so he had to know at least a little so he could like. survive

and believe it or not the both of you are not always sunshine and daffodils

when you’re upset he always knows and makes sure to be there if you need anything but basically just leave you alone

he has a tendency to misread the situation and think it’s still cool for him to joke around but you are Actually Angry

and it’s gotten him into lots of trouble so instead he is supportive from afar and does his best to be not offensive

when he’s upset he’s usually super mopey and writes sad song lyrics all day

you forcefully drag him out of his room to make sure he eats and do your best to cheer him up by whatever means necessary

you’ve embarrassed yourself just to hear that laugh of his

the one where he opens his mouth really wide and gasps a little and his eyes squeeze shut

……… fuckin cute

anyways you guys are just dating already but don’t even realize

until one of your coworkers asks you to come out after work and you say no

and it’d be Friendly and Normal if you did it because you promised jae you would cook that night

or you had made plans with him or something

but you were just uncomfortable doing any of that kind of stuff with some Not Jae guy

and after that your eyes are ~wide open~ sister

you find yourself giggling a little too long when he jokes around with you

you can’t help it okay his presence is like a RUSH of serotonin

and imagining yourself doing couple things with jae

turning your usual dinner outings into dates in your head where he holds your hand as he drives and sits next to you in the booth so he can sling a long arm around your shoulders

you let yourself become the slightest bit more affectionate

tucking yourself under his chin every night before you split to your separate rooms

tugging on his hand to get his attention and then playing with his long fingers

you know he notices because god damn how could he not notice ??

he has literally bad vision but he can read the signs

This Ain’t His First Rodeo

he is hesitant to become involved with someone he depends on so much

the age old dilemma of wanting someone but then being afraid to lose them because of it

he wouldn’t admit it but you were quite literally the light of his life

he had been so lonely in his apartment before, living off of instant ramen simply because he didn’t want to cook anything and holing up in his room writing about loneliness and being lost

then you showed up with your bright eyes and took every weird quirk of his in stride and nagged him about eating better and washing his clothes “properly”

(he thinks when you say “properly” you just mean your own way but that’s besides the point)

he even liked when you would take his glasses and wear them and do terrible impressions of him because you looked so CUTE in them

he thinks you’d look cute in all of his belongings but again

are the both of you ready to cross that line?

of course u are lol what else am i supposed to write about

fourth wall break: over

okay so wonpil keeps coming over when he knows jae is gone to try to convince you that the two of you are in love and should get married and have little mini jaes and whatnot

you inform him that he’s CRAZY and that jae thinks of you as a roommate and friend and that’s IT

and as much as you want to think you’re denying wonpil because you’re embarrassed you’re starting to actually believe it

he’s never shown any sort of real interest in you that is out of the realm of Friendly Roommates

and yeah sometimes you guys snuggle but wonpil is literally wrapped around your right arm at this very second so . not valid

wonpil is basically BEGGING at this point for you to see what he sees

which is jae actually being sickeningly in love with you

even if you did believe him at all …. that’s an exaggeration and you both know it

“y/n he’s writing a SONG. about YOU. that boy love loves you. big time”

“people write songs for their friends all the time”

“not jae !! he’s never written a song that hasn’t been about love or loss, you choose which one you’ll be”

“oh shit that was deep”

“i know right? can you believe i came up with that on the spot? wig.”

and then you smack him for being a fckin twitter stan and continue with your argument

jae walks in just as it starts to get physical

wonpil is latched onto your leg as you squirm and wiggle around trying to throw the LEECH off your leg

jae detaches him with a well placed finger between his ribs that makes him squeal Very Loudly and let go

unfortunately you had been leaning all your weight to one side to counteract wonpil and when he let go you went careening sideways

jae just barely grabbed your wrist and yanked you back up

and then you stumbled into him and he stumbles and you both almost fall before getting your shit together

you’re standing pressed together with his feet spread apart so that you’re a little bit closer to his height as you latch onto his shoulders for balance

one of his arms slides around your middle to hold you against him while he used the other to make sure his guitar case doesn’t just fall off his shoulder

wonpil is on the ground holding his rib cage and fake crying when jae goes

“enough wonpil i could hear you yelling like a block away what is going on here???”

you peep out a nothing !!! at the same time wonpil yells

“i’m trying to convince y/n of TRUE LOVE that’s what”

“oh …. y/n is in love?”

“y/n is in DENIAL”

you plead with him to stop please wonpil

and he is relentlessly ranting about how you refuse to “see the light” and how happy you could be

jae sees that this is actually upsetting you from your flushed cheeks and furrowed eyebrows and the way you clutch the hem of his sweatshirt

“alright that’s enough. wonpil go home you lovesick fool”

wonpil trudges out and gives you a sneaky kiss on the cheek

jae has to hold you back when you lunge after him

after you’ve calmed down he slowly slides his arm from being wrapped around your middle to just barely brushing your back

you didn’t mean to get so worked up but like . wonpil is good at that okay

and he was basically going to out you to jae ????:??:!:?:$,&3!:8;

that’s a stressful event

you feel your breathing even out and you sigh in frustration

“i’m sorry y/n, he does that sometimes :/“

“it’s fine it was just . a lot”

“yeah”

you stand in silence for a good minute when jae drops his hand from your back and ducks his chin

“was he…. telling the truth?”

and you want to die because wonpil wasn’t even there and you’re still getting outed !!!!

“which part?”

“the part where you’re in love with someone”

“i wouldn’t say ….. love”

“oh”

and this is just painful so you take a deep breath and just

“okay listen i really really get it if you don’t return the feelings and it’s fine i just … please don’t kick me out i really love living here and all your band members coming over and i even love wonpil !!!! even though he’s a little crazy !!! and i love your fat cat mr.crackers and dancing around to old green day and watching shitty romance movies just to make fun of them and i just don’t want this to end!! we can forget it ever happened and i swear i’ll just. get over it or something and i-“

“okay don’t get too hasty about forgetting it i haven’t even said anything yet”

you stare at him wide eyed

“i’m sorry . what.”

“i can’t believe it took wonpil bodily attacking you for you to say that”

and then he drops his guitar with a thud and steps into your space to slide a warm hand around the nape of your neck

he pulls you closer and stops when your noses brush

“is this okay?” he whispers

“why are you whispering?” you whisper back

“shut up” he breathes right back

he smiles and then tugs you forward and tilts his head down to plant his lips on yours

he’s soft and tentative and pulls away after just a few seconds to press kisses to your cheeks and the tip of your nose

“if it’s worth anything i like you too,”

“are you kidding me that’s worth EVERYTHING ???”

and then you pounce on him and bury your face into the dip of his shoulder because you can’t reach his neck

damn skyscraper

he stumbles at first but then smiles down at your flushed face absolutely squished against his bony chest

he thinks it’s cute though and cranes his neck down to lay his cheek across the top of your head and loop his arms around you

dating jae is even better than you thought it would be !!!

wonpil wasn’t lying when he said jae was writing a song for you and when he plays it for you and sings so sweetly you cry your fckin eyes out

and he’s laughing and pulling you in to situate you on his lap with his guitar long forgotten leaning against the couch and asking you when you became such a softie

you look up at him with tears in your eyelashes and love in your eyes and he positively melts

he kisses your forehead and ruffles your hair and calls you kid like he didn’t just profess his undying love for you through song like the cliche he is

the two of you spend the whole night wrapped up in each other, expressing all the affection you’d missed out on in the last few weeks

you hadn’t realized how…. touchy jae is until now

he can barely function without his good morning kiss

“y/n i am a weak, weak man pls give me a kiss or else i won’t make it through the day,”

..you also hadn’t realized he was this dramatic lmao

the boys supremely unsurprised when they burst into your apartment to find you straddling jae with your fingers in his hair

i’m telling you they don’t even PAUSE in their steps they just look at you and acknowledge it

and then brian just …. takes a seat next to you guys and is like

“are y’all done i wanna watch this redbox movie and return it tonight before i gotta pay for another day”

you’re both cherry red in the face and untangle yourselves in astonishment at his casual tone

dowoon is rummaging around in your fridge and calls out from the kitchen that the two of you were the most obvious people on the planet and that the rest of the band was in the same boat as wonpil they just weren’t absolute psychos

wonpil: this is true but i resent that

all of you settle back into a comfortable dynamic

you’re super happy that your relationship with jae didn’t make anything weird

it probably helped that the very first night that jae mentioned in passing that you were cute and the band had never let it go since

it also probably helped when wonpil pointed out your actual literal heart eyes the first time you saw jae

……………. they were just waiting for it to happen tbh

anyways

nowadays you spend your mornings parting ways with a kiss and your evenings snuggled up together on the couch exchanging eskimo kisses and sweet nothings and you couldn’t be happier

<3

[magic-and-moonlit-wings]

Chapter 14: Bittersweet Un-Birthday

Becoming The Mask

Well. Season 3 happened. Very little of this fic will be affected by that, since I already have an outline drafted, and none of this chapter was altered because I had it written already, but ... yeah. That happened.

Content warning for this chapter: a very distressing prank goes awry and creates a real risk of death instead of an illusory one, although no one actually dies.

Seriously, the prank where AAARRRGGHH 'attacked' Jim was stressful enough for the Jim in the show, but for a Jim who's actually had to fight people he's cared about to the death before (in the Darklands) and knows way more about AAARRRGGHH's history than they know he knows? I couldn't see this going well.

On a less distressing note, a quick reminder that Jim still thinks of 'Not Enrique' as 'Enrique', and the name 'Not Enrique' has not been introduced to the story yet even though the character has.

"Wake up, wake up," Barbara crooned. "Don't want to sleep through your big day! And your big day begins with – Mom's Special Birthday Pancakes!"

The pancake stack had a screaming syrup face. "He looks excited," said Jim, blowing out the burning candle nose.

"I know you're not crazy about your birthday," said Barbara. "But sixteen is a big one. We should do something tonight."

"Mom." Jim put the breakfast tray on his desk and hugged her. "We don't have to –"

"Non-negotiable." Barbara kissed the top of his head. "You eat. Once you've had your fill, there's another surprise waiting for you downstairs."

Barbara had over-mixed the pancake batter, which was easy to do, since perfectly-mixed batter for light and fluffy pancakes was supposed to still be lumpy, therefore looked under-mixed. The result was a rubbery texture that deeply appealed to her Changeling son.

She also seemed to have heated the skillet too high, searing the outsides of the pancakes before the insides were fully cooked. There were slash lines where she must have cut them open with the spatula to see how the insides were doing. Each pancake was thoroughly cooked this year, at the cost of a few burnt spots.

Jim usually favoured human food over troll food, but Barbara's cooking really felt like the best of both worlds. He loved Mom's Special Birthday Pancakes, even if he didn't love the occasion.

For the first five years of his human cover, this particular date had meant nothing to him.

It wasn't his birthday. Or, maybe it was; it wasn't like he knew.

It wasn't the anniversary of the day he'd been swapped for Jay-Jay, either; that was in three months – and, based on the human reproductive cycle, was probably also the approximate anniversary of when Jay-Jay had been conceived, which was … awkward to think about.

This was the anniversary of the day James Lake Senior had abandoned Barbara and young Jim, leaving Barbara without her husband or her biological son, alone with a Changeling she felt obligated to comfort, to make this day special for so that her ex-husband would not permanently taint all association with it …

Jim shook his head to dislodge the bitter thoughts and took another bite of the bitter pancakes. Mom had used baking soda instead of baking powder again, and possibly mixed up the tablespoon and teaspoon.

If Draal was going to be their housemate, Jim should sneak some of Barbara's cooking down to the basement for Draal to try.

It was later than usual when Jim went to brush his teeth. When he spat on the mirror, Jay-Jay was getting cuddle time. A goblin had crawled into the crib and partially unswaddled the baby, to hold him close and protect the tiny human from suffering skin hunger. Jim cooed. He didn't usually see this part of the daily routine.

"Happy birthday, Jay-Jay."

He spat on the mirror a few more times to enjoy the cuteness. He wished idly – should've tried that on the birthday candle – he could check on other Familiars, too. Enrique had been partially his idea, so he felt partially responsible for the kid's wellbeing, and it would be nice to confirm he was settling in okay. Jim supposed he could ask Enrique at some point to show him the other Enrique, but that was kind of a weird and personal request.

He neatened his hair and took his tray downstairs. Barbara sprang up from the table.

"Wait! Wait right there! Let me get your present ready in the garage."

"The garage?"

There was absolutely no chance at all that she'd bought him a car, but Jim had expressed interest in Vespa scooters. She'd said 'no' at the time, but if she'd planned it as a surprise …

"I know you've wanted one of these for a while, and now that you're the big one-six, maybe it's time. I think you'll get a lot of mileage out of it."

He heard a motor. Jim ran into the garage.

"Did you seriously get me a –?"

"A Food Magic 3000! From those cooking shows you like." Barbara beamed. "It slices – it dices –"

"It's perfect." Jim half-hugged the food processor and put it on a shelf to hug his mother. "I knew you'd remember. I …" He picked up the Food Magic again. "I can't wait to cook you something with this. I've got to get this to the kitchen."

He couldn't find an unoccupied nook in the kitchen for future storage, so for the moment he left it sitting proudly on the counter and grabbed a dishcloth to make sure it wasn't dusty from the garage.

This present really was much more in character of his mom. You could hurt yourself with one, usually by dropping it on your foot, but every day Dr Lake saw multiple people at the hospital who'd been injured riding non-enclosed vehicles.

"JIM!" Toby let himself in and didn't bother shutting the door behind him. "Jim, you've gotta come quick, there's an emergency at –" He froze, realizing Barbara was there too. "At, the place. With the thing." Toby's eyes darted around as he backtracked. "Not even an emergency, actually – hey, is that a Food Magic?"

"3000," said Barbara. "I'll leave you boys to it. But Jim? Tonight? Celebration."

She went upstairs. Toby went on edge again.

"Seriously, we've got a DEFCON 1 situation in Trollmarket."

"What? How do you know?" Was this really Toby, or Otto trying to trick Jim into bringing him to Trollmarket? He could've just ordered Jim to bring him there and not risked potential witnesses of two Tobys.

"I – I just do! Come on!" He tried to physically pull Jim to the door. Jim went with him.

The Changeling was ninety-five-percent certain he was being led into some kind of trap, but if there really was an emergency, the Trollhunter couldn't just ignore it.

No, please, by Fair Morgana, no.

It was one of Jim's worst nightmares come to life – General AAARRRGGHH on a rampage. His eyes hadn't changed colour and his carvings weren't glowing, like in the stories, but his roars were powerful enough to shake the cavern. The only good surprise was that no one seemed to have been killed yet.

"It's too late, Master Jim! AAARRRGGHH has lost his mind! Save yourself!"

AAARRRGGHH almost grabbed him. If it had been a few weeks ago, Jim would not have dodged in time. His new training regimen was really paying off.

"Toby, run. Get to the surface and stay in the sunlight!"

I did not risk Bular's temper just to see you eaten by AAARRRGGHH instead.

Jim ran around the attacking troll and jumped onto his back.

I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.

AAARRRGGHH twisted and reached. Fingers bigger around than Jim's legs barely missed him.

Please don't do that tuck-and-roll thing Draal can do.

Jim climbed AAARRRGGHH's fur and – please let this work, I don't wanna die – caught his scruff, and grabbed, and pulled.

Like cats, trolls had loose skin behind their necks and between their shoulder blades. Jim had seen adults around Trollmarket scruffing their whelps and depositing them on their parents' shoulders. He suspected the whelps held onto their parents' scruffs while being carried about.

His own experience with scruffing was as a dirty fighting trick, since the troll scruffed instinctively relaxed – if only for a second before trying to tear their opponent's hand off. He had no idea if it would work the same on AAARRRGGHH as it did on Changelings, but if Jim could snap AAARRRGGHH out of this without anyone actually dying –

AAARRRGGHH collapsed.

"Wha-what?" Tobias, who had not run, gasped. "What did you do to him? Was that a pressure point thing?"

"AAARRRGGHH!" Blinky recklessly ran up to him and gently patted his massive grey face. "AAARRRGGHH, are you alright?"

"Didn't expect that," AAARRRGGHH rumbled. Jim's relief – AAARRRGGHH was coherent, at least aware enough to speak again – was almost enough to deactivate his armour, before he felt it start to fade away and his burst of panic at being unarmoured in Trollmarket forced it to solidify.

Jim moved to a spot on AAARRRGGHH's shoulder where he could see Blinky more easily, but still quickly scruff AAARRRGGHH again if he had to. Blinky was on his knees, all four hands in the green ruff that framed AAARRRGGHH's face. Their noses were pressed together. They were murmuring back and forth in trollish. AAARRRGGHH bent his head further forward. Blinky matched the gesture. They gently knocked horns.

The contrast in AAARRRGGHH's body language now compared to the attack earlier was so extreme as to be surreal.

Jim finally noticed the crowd. They hadn't really registered in his mind earlier beyond 'screaming trolls', but this was an unusual number of them to see in the Forge. Probably. Jim wasn't usually in Trollmarket this time of day. Mary and Darci and Claire were there, too.

"Are we still throwing the party?" asked Bagdwella.

"… What party?"

"Ah." Blinky looked up at Jim. "Well – you see …"

Claire and Darci pulled ropes, unfurling a banner and unleashing a cloud of balloons and confetti.

"Tobias informed us of your human custom, the 'surprise birthing day party'. Are you not … surprised?"

"… That's … definitely … one word for it." Along with 'frightened', 'betrayed', and 'angry'. "You all … made me think … I might have to kill AAARRRGGHH … to stop him killing anyone else … possibly me … as a party prank? Yes. I am very. Surprised."

And now he was crying. Wonderful. It's a chemical release valve, let it out, if you're crying it's because you need to …

"Jim." Toby.

AAARRRGGHH got back to his feet and picked up Toby – the sight of the fleshbag being lifted towards the ex-Gumm-Gumm's mouth brought Daylight to Jim's hand before he could stop it – no, it's okay, don't stab AAARRRGGHH in the neck, DO NOT STAB AAARRRGGHH IN THE NECK – and put him on his shoulders beside Jim. Jim was still mad at Toby, but Toby was soft and warm and sympathetic and the best guy to cling to and cry on.

"I hate you so much right now," Jim snarled into Toby's shoulder.

"I – we – must apologize, Master Jim," said Blinky. "You have devoted much time and effort into learning troll customs and we thought you might appreciate a chance to indulge in a human one. It did not occur to any of us that we might cause you distress."

"You were awesome-sauce, though," said Toby, patting his back. "I had no idea you were that fast, and the way you jumped AAARRRGGHH like that – I mean, I'm sorry we scared you but I wish you could've seen it. You took the big guy down."

"I got it on camera," said Mary, waving her phone. "Don't worry, I stopped filming before the crying part."

The tears seemed to have stopped. Jim pulled his face off Toby's shirt and scrubbed his eyes. Claire stood on tiptoe to give him a tissue from her purse.

"What is the meaning of this?" Vendel bellowed. The elder entered the Hero's Forge and burst a balloon with the pointy head of his staff.

"Balloons … pop," observed AAARRRGGHH, taking one and biting it. It seemed to amuse him, because he took another and did the same thing.

"You will remove them post-haste. I don't want anything to interfere with the Trollhunter's training."

Blinky was once more impressed by the human Trollhunter's resilience. After the disastrous attempt at a surprise party left the boy clinging to his friend in tears, Blinky thought he might falter and stumble in his training, and would have let him skip it for that day if not for Vendel's orders. But perhaps the illusion of mortal terror spurred him on. Rule Number One, after all.

Master Jim was training alone in the Forge. Sparring sessions were on hold since Draal's departure from Trollmarket. Blinky could see the logic in setting up protections around the Trollhunter's home in Master Jim's absence, but it created some difficulty for the Trollhunter's trainer. They would need to determine a new sparring partner for Master Jim in the interim, and had not yet found one.

Blinky had been intending to ask AAARRRGGHH to consider the task. He'd fully expected the answer to be 'no', in accordance with AAARRRGGHH's longstanding oath of nonviolence, but Blinky had hoped that sparring matches could fall under the heading of 'not truly fighting', since neither truly intended the other harm.

But after what had transpired earlier, it would be cruel to make such a suggestion.

Blinky felt horrible for his part in frightening Master Jim so badly. He could only imagine how AAARRRGGHH felt about it.

On the other hand, there was some encouragement to be found in this mess. If swiftness, agility, and the first hint of ruthlessness were how Master Jim responded to imminent threats to life and limb, perhaps this meant the young Trollhunter actually stood a chance now of surviving his first encounter with Bular.

It was odd, Blinky reflected, that such an encounter had not yet occurred. Did the Son of Gunmar perhaps not know of the human who now wielded Daylight's mantle? Or … had Bular left Arcadia entirely after Kanjigar's death? There had been no sightings reported of late. Where was Bular, and what evil might he be plotting?

Master Jim lost his balance and fell from an elevating platform. He caught the edge and swung himself to land in a roll on the next level down – just in time for it to begin tilting, sending him scrambling for more stable ground.

"I messed up," said Toby softly. "I knew Jimbo hates his birthday. I really thought we could turn it around."

"Why would he hate his birthday?" Mary asked. "Getting overwhelmed by a party I could see, even without the scare, but hating his birthday?"

"Birthdays always remind him of the day his dad disappeared."

Disappeared? "Interesting," said Blinky. "I did not know that Jim's father was a magician."

"Not … 'magic' disappeared. More like, 'walked out because he's a deadbeat' disappeared." Blinky turned three eyes to focus properly on Tobias while still keeping three on the Trollhunter. "I had just moved into the house across the street, and Jim's dad got him this sweet bike kit for his fifth birthday, and then he just took off. Last I heard, he ran off with his girlfriend to become a ski bum in Vermont. Those bike pieces just sat there in the garage for months before Jim put them all in a wagon and carted them off somewhere. He never said where."

Blinky closed his lowest pair of eyes in solemnity and put a hand on young Tobias' shoulder. "What a horrible tragedy. Made even more horrible that I had no idea."

The rest of Jay-Jay's birthday was less perilous for Jim, or at least perilous in different ways. Once advanced training was over, Claire and Darci and Mary and Toby started their beginner training with weapons selected from the racks around the Forge. They'd brought bike helmets and shin and elbow pads, which weren't much protection but better than nothing, and definitely lighter and more flexible than Jim's armour.

Toby picked a hammer he could barely lift, let alone swing. Claire wanted to try all the varieties of spears. Darci went for a crossbow, which Jim encouraged – a ranged weapon meant the wielder was, ideally, far away from the actual danger. Mary picked a sword. Actually, to a troll it was a dagger, but for a human it was a sword.

Blinky corrected the humans' stances and grips, and then Darci started target practice while Toby tried to pick his Warhammer up. Mary and Claire had to leave – the school play had Saturday afternoon rehearsals.

"Hey," said Claire, "I'm sorry the party didn't work out. Happy birthday."

She kissed Jim on the cheek.

Jim stared awkwardly after her as she and Mary started to leave the Hero's Forge. He had to do something about this before it got out of hand.

"Claire, wait!" He ran after them. "Can I, uh, talk to you for a minute?"

She let him lead her to the side while Mary blatantly eavesdropped.

"Listen, um, I know it might not actually mean anything, but, you've kissed me twice now and it's kind of making me uncomfortable? Like, I don't know if you're actually flirting or not, and I get that you might not be," he added hastily, "but, I'm not interested in you, that way? So … little awkward."

Claire tensed, subtly, and blinked twice. "… Okay. I … won't kiss you again, then."

She and Mary left.

After about twenty minutes, Toby and Darci were ready to leave Trollmarket as well, and Toby dragged Jim over to the Vespa dealership. Jim finally got to test-drive one of the scooters … with the help of the testimonials Toby had been gathering about Jim's good character, and a bribe of six dollars cash in lieu of Barbara's parental signature.

"I brought cake!" Barbara sing-songed, closing the front door with her hip. She always bought one for Jim's birthday, rather than risk ruining the cake by making it herself or having Jim bake his own birthday cake. "The decorator said they'd draw a scooter on it, but the bakery was nearly closed when I got there to pick it up so I didn't have time to check."

Jim took the white cardboard box from her, set it on the table, opened it, and laughed.

It was a picture of a scooter, alright. A motorless, collapsible scooter, rather than a Vespa – a simple, nearly abstract arrangement of three lines and two circles.

"I guess this must have been easier to draw."

"Oh …" said Barbara. "Sorry, honey. I guess I should've been a lot more specific."

"It's fine, Mom. We've got a funny story now, right?" He got a knife and cut the small, round cake in half. "Which side do you want?"

"Jim!" she scolded teasingly. "At least let me put in a candle and sing first!"

There had been a candle on the pancakes, but Jim went along with the song-and-wish ritual. Then he cut one of the cake halves in half and served Barbara a quarter. They often ate dessert before dinner on birthdays, so Barbara had a chance at staying for cake before an emergency call could come in and she would have to leave again.

Previous Chapter (Toby, Darci, Mary and Claire explore Trollmarket, and Draal moves into Jim’s basement.)

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I have a lot to say so I’m dividing this into sections. These notes will NOT contain spoilers for Season 3 except for confirming one character’s existence/name.

Shout Out for help with the title: This chapter and the previous one were originally a single chapter, but as scenes expanded and more moments demanded to be written, I decided splitting the Birthday Episode into its own chapter made sense. But I had a doozy of a time naming it!

Working titles were 'Growing Pains Part 2', 'Un-Birthday' (as an Alice In Wonderland reference, since it's not Jim's actual birthday, but easily confused for an Unbecoming reference), or just using the episode title 'Bittersweet Sixteen'. I ran the problem by eurydykakaput, who always has good chapter titles on their AO3 Trollhunter Strickler fanfic 'Changing light', and their fresh perspective brought us 'Bittersweet Un-Birthday'.

I've concluded Jim's birthday was on a Saturday. He apparently didn't have his alarm set on the morning of his birthday. He then went to Trollmarket and spent the morning training (after the prank/attempted party). After that, he met Toby in the alley by the Vespa shop, and then went on the test ride. He encountered Steve and got attacked by a Stalkling, after which he ran right back to Trollmarket to ask Blinky what was trying to kill him now.

Jim was at school later that day because the play had Saturday afternoon-evening rehearsal. He was still going to rehearsals when he could, since he was the Romeo understudy until Steve's accident; Claire's line, "I need you to come back. I'm willing to beg," referred to Jim rejoining the main cast of the production. Toby was there because he walked Jim to school while Jim explained about the Stalkling.

This makes more sense to me than believing everything seen in that episode before school managed to happen between 6 AM and 8:15 AM.

Correlated to the previous point, I think the Arcadia Oaks High School’s school day starts at 8:15 AM. 6 AM is when Jim's alarm clock goes off. 8 AM is the time Toby and Jim declared themselves already late for school when biking out of Jim's driveway in the first episode. The 8:15 theory assumes they live a 15 minute bike ride from school going along the streets and a 10 minute bike ride if they cut through the canals, which were stated to "save us five minutes" travel time and which are close enough to the school that Jim and Toby could hear the final bell from the canal bed.

On the other hand, in Gnome Your Enemy, Señor Uhl pronounces Jim late for class when Uhl's watch reads 7:30 … so it's not really clear when their school day is supposed to start. I'm going to go with 8:15. It still feels early to me. My high school didn't start until 9.

Jim's thought, by Fair Morgana, was a multi-layered reference, with one definition of 'fair' meaning 'pale' and Morgana le Fay confirmed in pre-S3 leaks to be The Pale Lady who created Changelings. The line was written before I heard any characters rant about the name being cursed.

A few people have asked how Changeling aging rates work in this story. It will come up in the narrative, but not for a while, and the birthday chapter seems like a good place to explain.

Baby trolls are – well, were – kidnapped and taken to the Darklands and put through a magical process that, among other things, halts their physical aging until they are bound to a Familiar. They still grow up mentally (magic overwrites neuroscience) while they wait for a Familiar to be assigned to them. Once tied to a Familiar and able to shapeshift, their human and troll forms both age at a human rate for twenty to twenty-five years, after which they go back to aging at troll rate.

One reason Not Enrique is unnerving to trolls when they first encounter him in canon is because he looks like a toddler but has the mobility and articulation of an adult, giving him an Uncanny Valley impression.

Despite being physically adolescent in both forms, Changeling Jim is equivalent to a human in his early-to-mid-twenties.

And, if anyone is wondering, Jim's fifth-birthday bike kit "got banished the Darklands," by which I mean he took the pieces to the Janus Order base and threw them through the Fetch.

[thatgirlfromjupiter93]

On the roof (Kylo Ren x Reader)

“Kylo can you flip the pancakes please.”

“Kylo pass the salt.”

“Babe please change the channel, the remote’s misplaced.”

Kylo took a deep breath to control his anger. If it would have been anyone, just anyone, he/she would be dead by now. But he couldn’t kill Y/N, although the thought crossed his mind every time she disobeyed him and went on being her over friendly self with every Tom Dick and Harry. Especially Poe. That pretty big smile was only meant to be for Kylo Ren and no one else. But Y/N with her quirky little ways would always make it up to him later. God bless if the sun had already set down. To Kylo’s great pleasure, her sexy alter ego would do anything to please her master.

At present however her constant misuse of his Force was testing his temper and no amount of make up however intense, could regain the lost respect for his powerful capabilities. This was utmost blasphemy.

“Kylo” Y/N anxiously called out to her boyfriend.

“Could you...”-

But he cut her off with an indignant tone in his voice and a daunting look in his eyes.

“If you ask me to use my Force ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR TO GOD THAT I WILL....” Kylo did not complete the sentence. Instead he gritted his teeth with a tightened jaw.

Y/N offended by the unnecessary reaction looked dead straight in his eyes with her glaring ones.

“Just say no next time. Politely.�� She then immediately turned away to exit the room.

A window pane cracked just at that moment making her stop in her tracks. It was obviously done by Kylo so as to tell her that he was still mad and furious. But Y/N continued on after a second without flinching, which made the latter even more angry.

Kylo slouched in the couch when Y/N was out of sight. He nervously ran his fingers through his jet black locks, his mind half regretting half unsatisfied, but soon he decided that his head was already clogged with the stress of universe domination and adding this to that would surely make him go on a murdering spree. He wisely decided to take a quick nap and rested his neck on the edge of the settee.

It must have been late afternoon when Kylo woke up to a loud crashing sound. He figured it was from the roof but still clouded by the grogginess he decided to think not much of it.

That was until another banging thud was heard from the ceiling. He immediately got up and ran outside the house, his heart racing with the events of the morning.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

Panicked stricken he sprinted towards the front yard and immediately started looking on the roof of the two storied building.

There was Y/N, crouched on all fours, her arms and legs trembling. Yet her face had a warm maternal smile gleaming across it.

“Hey there Cat, come here.... come to momma....”

Kylo never understood the name Y/N had given the little kitten. Cat. What was that even supposed to mean? It was so obvious. Wasn’t one supposed to name their pet something cute and adorable? It was hard relating to his girlfriend’s thoughts at times.

The little kitten on the roof cautiously took a step towards Y/N. He cried out with his small voice perhaps expressing his doubts and fears.

“Y/N!” At that moment a worried Kylo shouted from below.

The poor animal startled by the sudden loud noise jumped backwards.

“Oh my god ! BEN HAN SOL”-

When Y/N raised her hands in exasperation, her right knee slipped off of the roof slope. She immediately shut her eyes waiting for the impact of cold hard lawn to break her bones. But to her surprise she felt no fall, nor the friction of chilly air against her body. Hesitantly opening her eyes, Y/N peeped to look around, finally realizing that she was hanging in mid air, just some inches above the ground.

Kylo quietly walked up to his girlfriend and stretched his arms below her body. With a quick drop he was now carrying her cold body.

Both of them didn’t talk. Y/N was embarrassed that Kylo had to end up helping her, while the latter was feeling extremely guilty about his behavior in the morning.

He was about to leave for the house when Y/N finally broke the silence.

“What about Mr. Cat?” She said with a low voice.

“What about him?” His was equally unenthusiastic.

“We need to get him down.”

Kylo lowered Y/N gently onto the soft grass and made way towards the roof. In one swooping motion he hung from the edges and the next he was crouching on top of the house.

“Mr. Cat.” He said lifelessly.

“Say it with a little affection.”

“Here kitty kitty.” However the tone never changed.

When the kitten failed to acknowledged his presence even after several tries, Kylo in a swift motion leapt towards it but the little furry thing was way too fast even for Kylo Ren!

It stood at the edge of the roof and before jumping down to the wooden column of the porch it cried out mockingly at Kylo, like as if taunting him for the sheer stupidity.

Y/N unable to hold her laughter pierced the air with her cheerful roar, while her boyfriend sat on the roof with a irritated look on his face.

The kitten ran towards his human mother and she snuggled the animal in her arms.

“I love you Kylo Ren. Now stop sulking and come down. And I’m sorry for this morning. I won’t ever try to take advantage of your Force from now on.” Y/N stood on the lush green lawn, sprinkled by the sparkling whiteness of the winter snow. With her furry pet in her arms and that (hair length) (hair color) hair gently flowing in the winter gust, she looked so sincere with her confessions. A lopsided smile curled on her cocked head which made her look so innocently precious.

Kylo lowered his head to hide his flushed cheeks and embarrassed smile. She made him feel so mushy inside which was atrocious to even think about some months ago. But at present it just felt right. He loved her so much and with each passing day it got deeper and deeper.

[astrotranslations]

ASTRO for The Star (2017 December issue)

MJ

Which is the song that you favour the most amongst the tracks included in this album? It’s 'Run'. I wanted to quickly record for it as soon as I heard the song. I liked it the most.

What makes people join your fandom? My bright energy. I’m in charge of being the happy virus in our team. Wouldn’t my ability to make the people around me happy be my charm?

What are you hooked on lately? Eating. I’m not picky. I’ve been eating well recently so I’m super happy. I gain strength from eating.

When is it that you usually feel the happiest? It’s the most fun whenever I’m fooling around with the members. Even when we meet eyes on stage, it’s so funny. There’s a certain thrill. Even more so when it’s a live broadcast.

I heard that you want to challenge musicals. Are there any musicals you want to try or that you like? The musical that I first watched was a musical called <Mum>. The subject matter was really sad, that was the first time I felt touched watching a musical. I think it’s pretty charming how you can both act and sing on stage.

JinJin

ASTRO who have returned with their 5th mini album. Between the refreshing and sexy concepts for this album, which do you think you’re closer to? Before attempting this album, I thought of course I was refreshing. There’s the thing about my eye smile and my image has always been cute but doing the rap for the new song and having reviewed a lot on my facial expressions, I guess fans think I’m a little sexy.

Which is the song that you favour the most amongst the tracks included in this album? The song titled 'Better With You'. I think I always favour the ballad track with every album. The rap part that goes with the slow tempo is long so it’s fun since I get to tell different stories. I’m also satisfied with how it turned out.

What are you hooked on lately? Rap making. I got a lot closer to MONSTA X’s Jooheon hyung and SEVENTEEN’s S.Coups recently so we often talk about rap. They’re hyungs who have always liked rap so I get really motivated too.

You wrapped up your first solo concert last July on a successful note so I’m curious how you feel. We have an official lightstick called 'robong-ie'. I saw how the concert venue was glowing with the purple light from robong-ie and it made me feel really happy. It made me realise how it was worthwhile working hard. I remember crying towards the end of the concert. If the opportunity arises then I’d like to show fans our diverse sides in an even bigger concert venue.

You’re showing us charms which have matured a level higher going from boys to men so who are the members with the manliest personalities? It’s Bin-ie. There are two members in our team with blood type B and it’s Eunwoo and Bin-ie. Eunwoo has a meticulous side to him so he’s a little bit careful. Bin-ie on the other hand, his personality is slightly more fiery. He’s the sort who’s more direct with his words. My personality’s too soft so that kind of quality is actually a lot of help to me.

Cha Eunwoo

Are there any episodes you remember from when you filmed the music video for your title track, 'Crazy Sexy Cool'? When we were filming, there was a set decorated to look like a dorm. I joked with the director that I was going to take home with me the blanket that I used to cover myself and that blanket is at our dorm right now. I’m making full use of it (laughs).

What are you hooked on lately? I like Japanese dramas and animations. I’ve rewatched <Ties of Shooting Stars> and <Death Note> recently. I watched them wanting to learn Japanese but I’m slowly getting hooked.

You’re in charge of an idol role in <Revenge Note>. Is there a role you’d like to try out if the opportunity arises? I want to try a school drama while I’m still young. I was studious ever since I was younger so my image is an upright one even within the team, but I’d like to try the role of a delinquent. I’ve a younger brother so I’d also like to try a production involving brotherhood.

I heard that your sleeping habits are unique. What is the sleeping habit which you heard from the members that had you the most taken aback? Honestly, they’re all funny (laughs). There was once before when I went on an extreme diet and during that period, one of the foods that I really wanted to eat was chicken with green onion. They said that I was chanting, "Chicken with green onion, chicken with green onion," in my sleep so how badly must I have wanted to eat it. They said they thought I was awake.

What are the goals you want to achieve both as a member of ASTRO and as an actor? I want to become someone who cares about the little things. A cool person inside and out. Someone who keeps to the words he says, who gives off a good impression to the people around him and who those people can put their trust in.

Lastly, a word to your fans. One of the things I’ve been practicing lately is uploading one post per day on the fancafe. I made a separate category called 'AROHA and Eunwoo’s Room' and uploading there so please leave lots of comments and think often of Eunwoo.

Moonbin

Which is the song that you favour the most amongst the tracks included in this album? I’m really fond of our title track, 'Crazy Sexy Cool'. I gave the other track nominees a listen but 'Crazy Sexy Cool' really spoke to me as a title track. We tried a pop feel this time round and the song came out good so I’m proud.

What makes people want to join your fandom? My gap on and off stage and my lean muscles (laughs). I’m the sort to focus when I’m on stage but when I’m off it, I’m a little more friendly and bright.

Is there anything you’d like to do on Christmas? If it’s during our break then I want to go to hang out at a ski resort or some place and grill meat. As the members and I rejuvenate ourselves together.

Contrary to your cute nickname, 'puppy-kitty', you don’t seem to have a lot of aegyo so when is it that you yourself think you’re the cutest? It’s a nickname our fans made for me because I’m like a cat when I’m sat still with a straight face and then like a dog when I smile, but I’m not sure, I don’t know whether I’m cute or not.

They call you the master of pancakes so do you like cooking on the regular? When we were trainees, we always made food to eat in the dorm rather than eating out. We had to regulate our meals so I tried my best to make my own food in order to be able to control my weight. Adding soy sauce to egg soup or stir fried vegetables to enhance the flavour is my secret method.

I heard that you have a lot of interest in pictures. How was filming for today’s pictorial which had flowers accompanying you? I feel a lot of regret. I had a late dinner yesterday, I didn’t know I’d get bloated this much. But it was really enjoyable shooting with the flowers and the pictures turned out good so I really like it. We’ve mainly shot for a lot of bright and cheery pictorials up till now so I wanted to try shooting for a pictorial that had a chill and carefree vibe like this one.

Rocky

ASTRO who have returned with their 5th mini album. Between the refreshing and sexy concepts for this album, which do you think you’re closer to? I’m going from 19 to 20 so I feel like I suit sexy more than refreshing.

Which is the song that you favour the most amongst the tracks included in this album? There’s a song called 'Butterfly' in which JinJin hyung and I both wrote the lyrics for together. I liked it to the point that the lyrics just came to me right as soon as I heard the melody.

Are there any episodes you remember from when you filmed the music video for your title track, 'Crazy Sexy Cool'? The scenes where we were playing instruments. The sound wasn’t going to be heard (in the music video) anyway so we could’ve just pretended to play but maybe because I’m greedy, I really wanted to blow the trumpet. So in the end I learnt how to play an instrument.

The sexiness you’ve been hiding all this time is being set free and I think your ash gray hair in particular has a lot to do with it. When is it that you yourself think you’re the sexiest? When I’m coming down from the stage after performing. I’m the kind to easily bloat but all that goes away when I step off the stage. So I commemorate the moment with a selfie (laughs).

I heard that you’re interested in acting as well. If you take up acting later on then what kind of actor would you like to be? A warm one. I hope that people will harbour dreams and have hope when they watch me act.

Please say something to your fans. You’ve been seeing only our refreshing side up till now so you may feel a little awkward seeing sexiness added on to that image this time round. But we gave our best in preparing so I hope you’ll look upon us kindly.

Yoon Sanha

ASTRO who have returned with their 5th mini album. Between the refreshing and sexy concepts for this album, which do you think you’re closer to? I think I’m still refreshing. Even I don’t think I look sexy when I’m monitoring our stages (laughs).

What do you think makes people join your fandom? My cuteness and how I’m like the youngest one. I’m not sure myself but whenever people look at me, they always tell me that I act like the youngest one and that I’m lovable.

You’re the youngest one both at home and in your team so what are the good and bad points of being the youngest? What’s good is that even though I may make a mistake, there are a lot of times when they’d understand it because I’m the youngest. Also, rather than it being a bad point, I try not to cross any lines even when I’m messing around since I’m young.

You’re in charge of cuteness and enthusiasm in ASTRO, who’s the member that reacts the best to your energy? MJ hyung and JinJin hyung. All the members react to me well. I’m not the only enthusiastic one, the hyungs are like that too. If one member starts fooling around then we all go crazy together.

I heard that you’ve been playing the guitar since elementary school. I think you have a vocal colour that suits well with acoustic sounds. If there’re any songs that you’ve been listening to lately then please introduce them. I’ve recently been enjoying MeloMance’s Gift. I also tried copying MoonMoon’s Contrail with my guitar and it was really good.

Is there anything that you want to do on Christmas? I want to spend it with my family. My mum’s birthday falls on Christmas. I want to hold a birthday party with my family and make good memories with them.

Translations by @9​9pmh Take out with full credits

[lurkerdelima]

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.” - SilverFlint but make it fluffffff.

I wrote some ridiculously fluffy illness hurt/comfort for you @beneaththeblacksails! I hope this is something like what you had in mind. 💕

This is set in a modern universe of my own creation, which I call Hawaii verse or No Ka Oi (loosely ‘the best’ or ‘none better’ in Hawaiian) verse. Flint is a writer who lives in North Shore, Silver is a masseur who lives in a rundown apartment with Max. Our two Gross heroes met on the beach because of course they did. 

Silver tries to deny it for a few days, but by the time Thursday night rolls around, he just can't deny it anymore: he's sick. Fever, chills, a cough, the sniffles, he's got it all. That's not the worst of it, either - he'd planned to have a date with Flint tonight and now he'll have to cancel.

A few hours before Flint’s supposed to pick him up, he texts him, reluctant: ‘so I thought I could fight it off but I have a bad cold, I can't go out w/you tonight. I'm really sorry :(‘

He sighs and puts his phone aside immediately after sending the text, lying prone on the couch in a state of sadness and deep, syrupy self-pity. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the screen light up with a new message.

‘I’d still like to see you. How about I pick you up, bring you back here, and make you some soup?’

Silver beams when he reads Flint’s message, not quite believing his luck.

‘that sounds perfect, I'm sure Max would like a break from me and my germs (and my whining, lbr, I’m not a good sick person)’ he texts back.

‘Great, I'll be there at 7,’ Flint replies, and Silver definitely doesn't hug his phone to his chest or anything because that would be ridiculous. Instead he heaves himself up from the couch and packs an overnight bag, hopeful that Flint will invite him to spend the night. They've only had a handful of sleepovers so far - all at Flint's house, since he lives alone and Silver does not - but they've all gone very, very well.

He texts Max, who's out with Anne, so she won't be surprised if he doesn't come home that night. Then he showers and changes into a fresh set of pajamas - lime green ones with pineapples printed all over, because he knows Flint will be amused by them. He settles on the couch to wait for Flint to come rescue him, and without meaning to, he falls asleep there.

He wakes a short while later to someone knocking on the apartment’s door. He hurries to answer the door, opening it and smiling when he sees Flint.

“Hi,” he says. All he wants to do is fling himself into his boyfriend’s arms, but he holds back, not wanting to share his germs right off the bat.

“Hello there. You look better than I expected, I think you're the prettiest sick person I've ever seen,” Flint says with a little grin. “Nice pajamas, too.”

“Flatterer,” Silver says, grinning back. “Shall we?” he asks, then steps out and shuts the door behind himself. He locks it, then follows Flint to his car, overnight bag in hand. “I hope this isn’t presumptuous of me...I brought my toothbrush and a change of clothes, and some other things, just in case.”

“Not at all. I’ll gladly have you for as long as you want,” Flint says.

“Careful, I might just want to stay forever,” Silver jokes, easing himself into Flint’s sleek car. It’s much fancier than his own island beater of a pickup truck, that’s for sure.

“Well, I’m certainly not opposed to that idea,” Flint says, and then he’s starting the car and driving off toward his house in North Shore while Silver seriously ponders moving in with him, even though they’ve only been dating a little while.

They arrive at Flint’s gorgeous seaside villa a short time later and Silver climbs out of the car, following Flint inside and whistling a jaunty (if somewhat congested) tune. He sets his bag down inside the door, standing still when Flint’s ornery cat Kapena saunters over to sniff at him curiously.

“He’s coming around. He doesn’t hiss at you anymore,” Flint observes as the cat circles Silver once, then trots away. “That’s progress,” he says. “Now, let’s get you set up on the couch and I’ll start making soup.”

That evening finds Silver curled up on the couch with Flint, enjoying delicious homemade chicken soup and watching a TV series they’ve been waiting to watch together. Once he’s through with dinner, Silver rests his head in Flint’s lap and falls asleep there, despite it being barely 9 PM.

He wakes a few hours later to Flint gently rubbing his back. “John,” he murmurs, “it’s time for bed. I’ll help you up. Do you want some cold medicine first?”

“Yeah,” Silver says drowsily, more than willing to let Flint stand him up from the couch and half-carry him to the huge, welcoming bed in the master bedroom. He drinks down the little cup of foul-tasting cough syrup Flint brings him afterward, and then he’s out like a light.

—-

When he wakes the next morning, despite the soup and the cough syrup, he feels even worse than before. He groans and buries his face in the pillow, whimpering.

“What’s wrong?” comes Flint’s voice, and then a big, warm hand is on the back of his neck, rubbing gently just the way he likes.

“I think I’m dying,” Silver mumbles into the pillow, turning his head so he can squint dubiously at his boyfriend.

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you,” Flint says tenderly, then leans in to kiss Silver’s forehead. “Hm, you are a bit feverish. I prescribe a day of rest with a handsome older gentleman catering to your every whim.”

“Sounds good to me,” Silver says, rolling over onto his back and stretching his arms over his head.

“Cough syrup makes you really weird to sleep with, by the way. You woke me up and pointed at the wall, then said ‘can you see it?’ I asked you what you were seeing and you said ‘all the barbed wire, and the demogorgon,’ then went back to sleep,” Flint says.

“Sorry,” Silver mutters sheepishly, feeling himself blush.

“I’m not done,” Flint says, smirking. “Around 2 in the morning you woke me up again, saying that I knew nothing about the swamp because I hadn’t lived in it and you had. You were pretty incensed,” he says, laughing. “Then for your grand finale, just before dawn you grabbed me, gave me a big kiss, told me to have an excellent day at sea, and pushed me out of bed to the floor. Then you stole all the covers.”

“Wow, I am apparently a dick when I take cough syrup. Lesson learned. I am really sorry,” Silver says, reaching out for Flint’s hand.

“It’s okay,” Flint says, taking his hand gently and kissing his knuckles. “I still love you.”

“I love you, too,” Silver says, feeling his heart beating a little faster.

Flint beams at him, and Silver feels that smile all the way down to his toes. “Can I make you breakfast? What do you feel up to eating?”

“Pancakes?” Silver asks hopefully, shuffling closer to Flint in bed when he reaches for him. Together they leave the bed and Flint walks Silver to the living room, getting him set up on the couch with cartoons and a box of tissues before disappearing into the kitchen.

They have breakfast together - pancakes, fresh fruit, and coffee - and then Flint makes sure Silver has everything he needs, fussing over him.

“Let me know if I can get you anything. I’ll be in my study, I have to get some work done today. But you can text me if there’s anything at all you need, I’ll have my phone,” Flint says, kissing Silver’s forehead. He shouldn’t like that as much as he does, he thinks. “You get some rest, and recover.”

“You got it,” Silver says, smiling wearily up at Flint. He watches Flint’s cute butt as he walks away, thinking about how very lucky he is that said butt is his to enjoy.

He falls asleep again and wakes a little before lunch, feeling restless. He gets up from his nest on the couch, ambling to the bookshelf to find something to read. To his great surprise, he finds a few titles he recognizes - J.E. McGraw gay romance novels. Who knew that a literary, educated man like Flint would even read such a thing, let alone apparently enjoy them so much that he’d buy hard copies to keep forever?

Silver reaches for one of his personal favorites - Captain & Quartermaster - and is shocked to realize he’s holding a first edition. All he can think is that Flint must really, really like McGraw’s work. He takes the book with him back to the couch and settles in for a comforting reread, slowly shutting out the world around him, carried away as he is by the beauty of McGraw’s undeniably erotic prose.

He doesn’t surface from the story until a shadow falls across him and he hears a pointed throat-clearing noise. He starts, nearly dropping the book, and looks up at Flint, chagrined.

“Uh, hey. Sorry. How long have you been there? I got really absorbed in the book,” Silver says.

“Not long. I just wanted to see if you were hungry, I’m going to order something for lunch,” Flint says, a curiously self-satisfied smirk playing around his lips. “So you enjoy that one, hm?” he asks, gesturing to Captain & Quartermaster.

“Yeah. I’ve been reading McGraw since— well, since I found a copy of his first book shelved in the wrong section of the library as a teenager, actually. It was a big part of my sexual awakening,” he murmurs. “You must really like him too, I noticed this isn’t the only first edition you have of his on the shelf,” Silver says, gently putting the book aside on the coffee table.

“...you don’t know, do you?” Flint asks, a strange expression crossing his face. He looks bewildered and amused all at once.

“Know what?” Silver asks. He’s normally pretty quick on the uptake, but being sick makes him slow and sleepy, and he’s not getting what Flint is implying.

“I am him. I wrote those books, I’m J.E. McGraw,” Flint says, folding his freckled arms across the enticing expanse of his chest.

“No fucking way!” Silver blurts out before he can stop himself.

“Yes fucking way,” Flint replies, laughing. “Really, I swear. I could call my publicist now and prove it. That’s why I have all those first editions - I wrote the books.”

“I can’t believe I’m meeting one of my favorite authors,” Silver says, rising slowly from the couch, feeling a huge grin threatening to overtake his whole face. “I can’t believe I’ve been dating one of my favorite authors. I’ve had sex with J.E. McGraw!” he crows, slightly delirious with both fever and excitement.

“Easy, there. You’re still sick, I can’t have you getting all worked up,” Flint says, easing Silver back down onto the couch and sitting next to him. “Let’s order something to eat and then I’ll let you ask me whatever you want about my books.”

“Okay,” Silver says, nuzzling Flint’s shoulder and grinning some more, his eyes closing. “Can we make out, too?”

“Hmm...I would be worried about getting your germs, but I probably already have them from letting you sleep in my bed. Sure, if you can stay awake, we can make out,” Flint says, slipping one arm around Silver and drawing him in close.

Five minutes later Silver is asleep again, his head on Flint’s shoulder, drooling and snoring. In his fevered dreams, he and Flint are a dread pirate captain and his beloved quartermaster.

[seederturnip4-blog]

AK Gift Guide: Home & Kitchen Favorites

Nov 21

31 of our home & kitchen favorites that are perfect for anyone on your list! Treat friends and family members to a kitchen gadget they’ve always wanted, the perfect serveware for entertaining, or a new way to keep their space clean & organized. 

I’m back with a truly Ambitious Kitchen gift guide for you guys: all of our go-to home & kitchen favorites! As you can imagine this guide was the easiest (and one of the most fun) for me to put together. I included my absolute favorite items that I stock in my kitchen, plus a few bonuses that are on my wish-list this year.

You’ll find everything from kitchen gadgets for your dad who’s been dying to try out an air fryer, to a cute recipe book for your grandma to share her family favorites with you. I’ve got my eye on that new Keurig for Tony and I (bye, Starbucks) and can’t wait to try the recipes in the cookbook I picked out for you guys.

You know what to do, browse these amazing home & kitchen items and pick out all of your favs! Leave a comment with any of your go-to’s — I’d love to hear what you use in your own home.

Enjoy, xo!

1. Air Fryer: skip the mess of stovetop frying and air fry all of your favorite foods. This method requires no oil for delicious, crispy homemade fries and your favorite meats. $99

2. Beautiful Glass Storage Jars: gorgeous glass storage jars to stock up anyone’s kitchen. Perfect for cooks and bakers who are storing flours and dry ingredients. $13-18

3. Marble Topped Cheese Board and Knives: how cute is this knife & cheese board set? The perfect gift for your friend who loves to entertain. $49

4. OXO Avocado Slicer: equally as cute as it is handy in the kitchen. Pair it with my go-to method for safely cutting an avocado! $9

5. Nonstick Square Griddle: a go-to griddle for all of their pancakes & sandwich needs. Nonstick for easy flipping and cleaning! $57

6. Utensil and Tablet Holder: moms and dads will love this handmade holder that can hold up their tablet and store all of their utensils. They can prop a recipe up to keep it clean while they cook! $60 

7. Vitamix: in love with my Vitamix and your mom, dad, siblings, and everyone in-between will be, too. It blends all of your favorite fruits and veggies so smoothly for delicious soups and smoothies fast. $289

8. Double Waffle Iron: no kitchen is complete with a good waffle iron (because fluffy pumpkin waffles, of course!) Snag this one for someone who’s always wanted one. $72

9. Electric Wine Opener: the easiest way to entertain? A chic, cordless electric wine opener. MUST have. $19

10. Anthropologie Floral Oven Mitt: every home cook or baker should rock a cute oven mitts. Love the pretty pastels in this one! $14

11. Food Processor: make your fav no bake treats, homemade nut butters, and so much more in a quality food processor. One of my go-to kitchen gadgets! $99

12. Hello, Beautiful Doormat: a little message on this fun doormat to warm anyone’s home and make guests feel welcome! $45

13. Branch Basics Natural Home Cleaners: I’ve been using this all natural cleaning set for a couple of months and I’m obsessed. The starter kit comes with a concentrate and spray bottles that you can mix up yourself, plus a laundry bottle for all of your clothes. $59 Use the code ‘AK15’ to get a starter kit for 15% off now through 12/17!

14. Meat Thermometer: a kitchen essential, especially during the holidays. Whether you’re making a big turkey or just meal prepping some meats for the week, this small thermometer is super helpful. $17

15. 10-Piece Copper Cookware Set: this copper cookware set is absolutely stunning and a great investment set to stock your kitchen. The copper heats & cools quickly for easy handling – I use these every day!  $499

16. Sonder Cutting Board: I got this chic cutting board a few months ago and use it for everything from regular chopping to arranging beautiful cheese boards. Any guy or girl will love the look and feel of this board. $59

17. Instant Pot: give the gift of easy meal prep with an Instant Pot! Whoever you give this to is going to be obsessed (and will hopefully invite you over to use it). $89

18. Skinnytaste One and Done Cookbook: my girl Gina came out with an incredible cookbook filled with recipes to make in your instant pot, slow cooker, air fryer, sheet pan, and skillet. The home cook in your life will love this book. $19

19. Old Havana Set of 4 Dinner Plates: in love with these gorgeous dinner plates. They come in 4 great colors and are the perfect accent pieces for anyone’s table. $72

20. Wustof Classic 7-Piece Knife Set: this classic knife set makes a wonderful gift that will last for years. Good knives are a game-changer in the kitchen, and whoever receives this set will become a kitchen master! $349

21. Le Creuset Skillet: a good quality skillet is essential for anyone’s kitchen. I make all of my one pan meals in here and it’s great for popping in the oven, too. $169

22. Stasher Bags: I use these reusable bags to store anything and everything. They’re an eco-friendly alternative to plastic bags and are great for traveling. $11

23. Polka Dot Cat Spoon Rest: okay this is just the cutest spoon rest I’ve ever seen. The best gift for cat lovers. $14

24. Ice Cream Maker: love love using this ice cream maker for yummy treats like this wild blueberry lavender ice cream. Such a great gift for newlyweds or friends with kids. $59

25. Life is What You Bake It Towel: an absolute must for the bakers in your life. The cutest kitchen companion. $24

26. Stovetop Popcorn Machine: know anyone who LOVES popcorn but keeps buying the microwave bags? This easy, fun stovetop machine is for them. $29

27. Roomba: with all of the cooking I’m doing during the week I don’t know where I’d be without my Roomba. The absolute perfect gift for new home owners (or your son’s new apartment). $249

28. Recipe Journal: love this little journal for storing all of your favorite recipes. They’re sectioned into meal types so that you can easily find everything. $28

29. Keurig K-Cup Coffee, Latte and Cappuccino Maker: who needs Starbucks when you can make coffee, lattes and cappuccinos all with one machine? This gift is perfect for the coffee snobs in your life (we all know them). $199

30. Insprialized Spiralizer: my go-to for sweet potato & zucchini noodles all season long. Grab one for your siblings or friends and then share this recipe with them! $29

31. Pie Dish: I got this beautiful pie dish for Friendsgiving and I can’t wait to use it for all of the holidays. Your mama or sister can serve everything from pies to mashed potatoes in this dish. $48

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[army-author]

yoongi scenario | pitter patter of tiny paws

♡  min holly’s family is gaining a new member  ♡

genre: fluff word count: 1.2k ♡ requested by anon

[Min Holly’s Point of View]

Sunday’s are supposed to be lazy days. Normally, I’d spend them curled up in Yoongi’s lap, with him pushing his fingers through my curled fur, while he watches moving pictures on that funny box in the living room. You’d cook pancakes for him, and slip me tiny scraps from your spot the sofa. Mmmm… I love it when you do that. But you’ve been slipping me scraps of food less often lately. It has something to do with the vet saying it’s not good for me. Plus, Yoongi says I’m getting pudgy. Which isn’t true! I’m still able to run and jump and chase cats out of the neighbourhood. But… maybe I’m not as active as I used to be. But the same goes for you. You’re not as active as you used to be either. And you’ve gotten a lot bigger recently. I don’t think it’s fat though… There’s another explanation - I can sense it. You’ve been getting ill, and your moods have been swinging about, and one night, when Yoongi was fast asleep, I caught you sneaking out of bed to raid the fridge – you know I’m up for a snack at any time of the day… but really? Cucumber and mayonnaise? What were you thinking? This unnatural behaviour means something big is going to happen. It’s going to happen soon.

It’s happening… right now!

Yoongi got a phone call earlier today and jumped off the couch, disrupting me in the process. I was flung to the wooden floor, and had to scramble about before I found my footing. So much for lazy Sundays.

“Opps! Sorry, Holly!” Yoongi called over his shoulder, skidding in his socks towards the hall, “I have to go! Y/N just went into labour!”

Labour?

He ran out the door in a fluster, only to dash back inside to grab his shoes, and his keys, and his coat, all of which he’d somehow forgotten. Something big was happening.

He stuck his head around the door one last time, a grin stretching across his face. “Holly, I’m going to be a dad!”

Then he was gone. For definite this time.

So now, I’ve been left alone, chasing my tail out of frustration. I tried lying on the couch for a while, but it was severely lacking in Yoongi, who’d normally cuddle me, ruffle my ears, scratch my tummy. I’ve got nothing to do but pad about the house anxiously. Where are you? Where’s Yoongi? What did he mean when he said that you ‘went into labour’? Will you be okay? Will you ever come back? I’m worried. It’s been so long since Yoongi left. Eventually I flop onto the floor, rest my head on my paws, and fall asleep. I dream of chasing away birds that are bothering you and Yoongi.

I’m awoken by the familiar purring of a car, crawling into the drive. You’re back!

I jump up and launch myself at the door to show you what a good a job I’ve been doing, guarding the house while you’ve been gone.

Yoongi turns the latch and I charge at his heels, sniffing around, just to check it’s the same Yoongi who left the house earlier today. He smells funny, like chemicals, like he’s been to the vets.

You follow behind. You’re carrying a bundle, and you smell even funnier than Yoongi. Like medicine… but there’s something else as well. It’s sort of milky. It reminds me of when I was a puppy, crowded in among my brothers and sisters, snuggled up next to our mother. And then I realise that it’s not you that smells strange - it’s the bundle you’re carrying. Except it’s not a bundle. It’s another person. A little person – a human pup. I stand up on my hind legs, nose atwitch, all curiosity. I want to see it.

“Hello, Holly,” You smile at me. You sound tired, but happy. “Did you guard the house well while we were gone?”

Yes, I did! Yes, yes! I wag my tail, and spin around in a circle. My paws go ‘click clack’ on the hall floor.

This makes you laugh. “Look, Yoongi,” you say, “He’s excited. He wants to see the baby.”

Yoongi turns from where he’s hanging up his coat. His hair is all mussed up, sticking up in odd places. He must have been running his paws through it a lot, the air around him still tastes of anxiety. “Just be careful, Y/N,” he says, “We don’t know how Holly’ll react to having her around.”

But you’re already bending down, taking extra care with the human pup, holding her to your chest, cradling her head. “Holly’ll be fine with her,” you soothe, “He’s just a small, soft bear, isn’t that right, Holly?”

That’s right. I’ll be oh so gentle with the human pup! You make yourself comfortable, cross-legged on the floor, and cradling your daughter in your arms. As I inch tentatively closer, you pull away the blanket, so that I can see.

I take another step closer, slowly, slowly – I can feel of Yoongi’s eyes watching closely from behind, all nervous and protective. See, master, I’m being extra careful. I won’t hurt her.

The human pup stirs, scrunching her eyes and reaching out a tiny curled fist. Taking one step more, I stretch out my neck and give a tentative sniff. And sneeze at the concentrated scents of milk and medicine and soap.

You laugh. “Smell funny, bear?”

I give myself a shake, ears flapping.

“This is Yoonhee,” you tell me in a low voice, smiling down at the human pup, like she’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Even though she’s so small and her face is all red and squished-looking.

“Yoonhee?” Yoongi muses, walking over, and settling on the floor on the other side of me, crossing his legs as well. He’s calmer now, trusting me to get a little closer to his daughter. “You know, Holly, at the hospital, Y/N, wouldn’t decide on a name. Even though we’d been discussing names for ages and ages beforehand.” He stretches out a hand and ruffles my ears, just the way I like.

“Names are important,” you say, “I needed to makes sure I picked the right one.”

Yoongi leaves off petting me to shift a little closer to you, until I’m sandwiched in between. I scramble onto Yoongi’s lap, to get out of the way, and he rests his hands on your knees, leaning in so that he can press his lips to your nose. “Yoonhee, huh?”

“Yeah,” you smile at his touch, eyes closing in bliss. “A name to remind me of my two favourite boys. Yoongi, and Holly: Yoonhee.”

A soft chuckle vibrates Yoongi’s chest. “It’s perfect.”

I can’t help but agree.

Yoonhee’s a very lucky human pup. She’s got the strongest father, who’ll work hard to look after her. She’s got the kindest mother, who’ll shower her with love and affection. And she’s got me: Min Holly, small, soft bear. I’ll teach her lots of important things. Like how to chase off cats, and how to clean scraps of food off the floor, and how to give a pillow a good shaking so that all the feathers come flying out. Yoongi has no need to worry about me. I’ll look after Yoonhee very well. After all, any addition to your family, is an addition to my family.

-END-

A/N: Well, here it is - just in time for Yoongi’s birthday, and my blog’s first anniversary!

(You guys gotta stop requesting Min Holly scenarios! My heart cannot handle it! Okay… don’t ever stop. I love it! Oh gosh, they’re so cute and fluffy to write.)

[writtendestiny-blog]

No Going Back, Ch. 4

Fandom: Mystic Messenger 

Rating: M 

SFW?: not really bath scene included 

Spoilers: Definitely 

Summary:  In Elly’s world things are very different, for example Jumin is her pet cat. So when she falls into the reality we know just in time to replace Jumin’s lost cat he takes her in. As she tries her best to blend into this world will she find love or only trouble? 

Confused? See Chapter 3,  Master List

Chapter 4: Strawberry Flavored

She’s awake, finally. It had been 4 days and he was beginning to worry that she was in a coma and not just resting like the doctor said.  There she was though sitting in front of him all curled up and hugging her knees. She looked confused and a bit scared, Jumin wished he hadn’t fallen asleep maybe then he could have spoken to her before she got so freaked out. She must not remember that she transformed, this all must be very disorienting for her, he thought.  

Jumin leaned forward in his chair placing a hand on Elizabeth’s face. He had to try to comfort her but this only seemed to surprise her. So he placed a kiss on her forehead, “It’s ok Elizabeth I’ll take care of you,” he said hoping this would calm her. But perhaps it had the opposite effect, she started crying. Jumin’s heart felt heavy in his chest seeing her cry was too much.  He slipped of his chair and crouching in front of her he wrapped his arms around Elizabeth and put one hand into her hair petting it gently and being careful to avoid her injury, “shh, shh, it’s ok, I know this is strange but it’ll be ok,”

He was hugging me; all of his movements were so delicate. Maybe he was scared he would break me. It didn’t matter either way though because I appreciated his efforts to comfort me. I also had noticed that I wasn’t naked, meaning he had put clothes on me. He must be a good guy, with him thinking I was his cat I wouldn’t have been surprised if he just put a collar on me but nope I was sitting there on the floor wearing what I assumed was a pin striped shirt of his. It was baggy and too long for me but it was comfortable.  I was glad to have something to cover me up; it gave me some confidence in what I needed to do. It was evident that I would for the most part be unable to leave this man’s house so I would have to accept the role of being his cat.

I took a deep breath and prepared for what I was about to say, “Master… you won’t get rid of me right?” it felt so embarrassing to call him that but I was his cat I had to keep that in mind. I just hoped he didn’t notice my cheeks growing a bit red. Just in case I ducked my head away from him as Jumin released me from his embrace.

“Elizabeth…” he spoke so soft, “why would I ever get rid of you?”

“I’m not a cat anymore…” I was so nervous that I would mess up and he’d realize I’m not his cat but I decided to use that nervous energy to my advantage. It would be natural to feel nervous if you suddenly changed species right, especially if you were scared your owner might not like you anymore.  My eyes were still wet from crying and I hoped Jumin would believe I was crying because I was worried he’d abandon me, which would make sure he’d keep me close.  

“I’d never abandon you” he tilted my chin up so that I locked eyes with him. Those gray metallic eyes, oh how easy it would be to fall for those eyes. They must be sharp and threatening when he wanted them to but looking at me, there was nothing but warmth and love, “you’re still mine no matter what,” his hand wiped the moister from my cheeks.

This was perfect; he really believed I was his Elizabeth. My eyes must have glowed with triumph so I quickly closed them as I leaned into his hand. I wondered if perhaps I should purr if this turned into him petting me, “even though I’m not even totally human?”

“Are you upset about the ears?” he asked and I nodded, “I think they’re cute.” I smiled glad that Jumin liked them, “perhaps we can put bows in your hair to accentuate them.”

Was he going to play dress up with me? I guess I didn’t mind it was just weird to think about, “alright whatever you think looks nice.” I let him see the success in my eyes so he’d see I was happy he accepted me.

His eyes looked away from mine and I could tell something was troubling him. Was I unable to convince him after all, “I have to ask though if you still want me to be your owner, why did you run away?” I was surprised by this, Elizabeth ran away from him? But he seems like such a good owner, maybe it was just some kind of mistake.

“I ran away?” I responded deciding to play dumb, “I didn’t run away, you own this whole building don’t you?”

“an accident then… yes that makes sense,” Jumin nodded this must have satisfied him, “yes I own this building but only the penthouse is truly my home,” I opened my eyes a bit wider to seem surprised and then nodded to show my understanding, “please don’t leave the penthouse again.”

“yes master, I’ll be more careful now,” I looked down at the floor, “I’m sorry.”

Jumin stood up, “it’s alright everyone makes mistakes,” he offered me his hand, “can you stand?”

Could I stand… hmm that was a good question I mean of course I could but would a newly transformed Elizabeth be able to, I wasn’t sure, “I don’t know…” I hoped he would ‘teach’ me so I wouldn’t have to fake this forever but I gave the most logical answer I could give, “is it hard?” Elizabeth 3rd wouldn’t have ever walked on two legs before.

Jumin smiled and before bending down and placing one arm under my knees, he was going to hold me bridal style, “that’s all right I’ll carry you.”

I leaned against him and let him pick me up, “where are we going master?”

“A bath,” Jumin said holding me close, “then I’ll make us some breakfast. I wonder if you’ll like pancakes.”

I must have won the lottery; he was going to make me pancakes I didn’t have to eat cat food. But wait a bath? Was he going to clean me? Of course he was going to if I couldn’t do a human thing like stand how would I be trusted to bathe myself? I pouted, “a bath, do I have to?”

He chuckled, “still don’t like baths I see,” he carried me into the bathroom, seems I wasn’t getting out of this one, “don’t worry you have less fur to weigh you down now.”

I kept up the pout, “but master, I don’t want to!”

He sat me on the floor and quickly closed the door to the bathroom like I might run off, “Elizabeth you’re filthy, you’re taking a bath and that’s final.” I crossed my arms in front of me and didn’t say anything. I did feel like I needed a bath but I wasn’t sure I was ready to be cleaned by someone else. But he said it was final so I just had to deal with it. He sat on the edge of his very large tub and turned on the water. He added some bubbles and kept putting his hand under the tap to be sure it was a comfortable temperature.  Soon though the bath was ready, “alright it’s ready for you.” He stood up and walked over to me.

“Alright fine,” I took off the shirt I was wearing and tried not to feel uncomfortable as he bent down and removed the bandage from my ankle and then picked me up. Jumin gently placed me in the water, it was the perfect temperature and I was glad that there were some bubbles to give me a bit of cover.

“I promise it won’t be that bad,” he carefully took the bandages off my head and just let them drop on the ground next to him, “you might even start to like baths now,” he cupped some water in his hands and let it pour over my hair. Some lose strands fell in my face. It was such a mess, I wore a hat the day I escaped and who knew how long I’d been in bed for after that. It wasn’t that long only going down to about my chin but it was unruly and liked to poof out when it wasn’t well maintained. He pulled all my hair back and poured shampoo in his hands. He started running his hands through my hair spreading out the suds. I thought it would feel childish and bother me but it was relaxing. This whole thing it was like a trip to the spa. I leaned back closed my eyes and let him focus on his work. It wasn’t long till jumin had switched to conditioner and then carefully rinsed it all out. “Alright now for some body wash,”

My eyes were still closed and I barely noticed what he said so it came as a shock to me when I felt a wash cloth rub against my shoulder.  I sat up and tried not to be nervous, “master?”

“I know I always only had to clean your fur before,” he must have taken my hesitance as confusion, “but now a lot of you isn’t covered in fur.” He cleaned around my neck and shoulders, even this felt really nice. I told myself to just get used to it, and that it wasn’t wrong to enjoy it. He took care of me for days while I was unconscious so I could trust him to do this. I leaned back in the tub and let him continue.

The wash cloth rubbed against my breasts. My face felt hot, my cheeks were bright red. Jumin didn’t notice and continued washing me. The cloth made my breast tingle the stimulation making my nipples stiffen.  A moan threatened to escape my lips as he grabbed the one nearest to him. He lifted it to clean underneath and I couldn’t help myself it felt so nice. I unconsciously bit my lip trying to contain myself. I was being ridiculous, this wasn’t meant to be sexual it was just a bath I told myself, when suddenly Jumin dropped the washcloth.

It must have been on instinct that he quickly ducked his arm under the water in search of it because his hand found itself right between my legs, and too close to my entrance for comfort. Shocked I clamped my legs shut trapping his arm in place. My eyes were wide with surprise when I locked eyes with Jumin. His on the other hand burned with something I could only describe as an almost animalist desire. Had I awoken the beast within him I wondered. He leaned closer to me and I wondered if he was going to kiss me so I closed my eyes.

As my eyes slipped shut though he tugged his arm out from between my legs and stepped away from the tub, “that’s enough for now,” he said as he dried off his hands on a towel avoiding eye contact with me, “I’ll go pick out an outfit for you, wait here.” he left the room and I wondered what kind of outfits he had in mind for me.

God she was so beautiful Jumin thought to himself as he left the bathroom careful for her not to see the hunger burning in his eyes and even more careful for her not to notice the arousal within his pants. “Don’t be so lewd,” he whispered to himself after he had shut the door behind him. Yes this was all he’d ever dreamed; now he could see for sure if Elizabeth really understood him, and he could make her his in ways he never could before, but she still was always his cat and she might not approve of him having these sexual thoughts about her. Elizabeth’s comfort was the most important thing and he wasn’t about to ruin that by jumping towards behaviors she probably didn’t understand. So he’d have to contain himself at least until he was sure she was ready.  

He quickly flung himself into looking for a suitable outfit for Elizabeth 3rd hoping it would rid his mind and body from any inappropriate thoughts. Jumin had purchased many outfits after Elizabeth’s transformation and he hoped they would all fit and be to her liking. If they weren’t though he would quickly get her anything that she desired, but he definitely would still want to help pick things out.

After a while of searching through all the outfits he had purchased he finally settled on one, and by that time any of his previous arousal had calmed down. Feeling ready and satisfied with himself he placed the clothes on the bed and returned to the bathroom.  Where he was surprised to find Elizabeth sitting on the side of the tub wrapped in a towel her hair a tangled mess after having dried it herself.  He wondered how she knew how to let the water out of the bath. But it didn’t bother him much; his Elizabeth was smart and had probably seen him do that many times of course she must have figured it out on her own. And something bothered him a lot more; he needed to tame that wild hair of hers.

After he left I quickly grabbed the lost washcloth and completed my bath. I was so filthy; I needed to take a shower the day I left and jumping into a dumpster really didn’t help things much. I decided that along with the dirt and grime I would wash away my past. My heart still felt heavy for all that I had lost, but Jumin my Jumin gave his life so that I could make it here. There would be no time to mourn and no going back. So I had to except my new role in this world, I would live by this Jumin’s side as his cat and forget all about him being mine. It wasn’t so bad though Jumin seemed nice and I longed to know him more since he was my cat in human form.

Without even thinking I let the water out of the bath and stepped out. I grabbed the nearest towel and rustled it through my hair giving it a quick dry. Then covered myself in the towel and sat down waiting for Jumin to return. It wasn’t until he returned that I realized my mistake. I was acting way too human there is no way Elizabeth 3rd knew how to do all that. Seeing the agitated look on his face I was terrified that he suspected something. “I-uh figured it out…” was all I could say as he stepped super close to me. I didn’t know what he was going to do and I was scared.

He reached out to me and held a strand of my hair in his hand, “I’ll have to brush it…” he said to himself.

All fear rushed out of me and brought up a fit of giggles. That’s what was bugging him, my hair that’s it he didn’t notice anything, “hehe alright master,” I said smiling. I thanked the universe that he wasn’t looking for anything suspicious, human psychology is a gift sometimes.

He had me straddle the tub as he sat behind me brush in hand.  I was glad my hair was still a bit wet because there would be no managing it if it had already dried, hats were usually my solution at that point. I’m sure Jumin was making a mental note to buy some detangler. But he was handling it well with delicate strokes, being careful of both my ears and my injury. He only accidentally pulled my hair twice the whole time and he got my hair looking rather respectable. It was way better then whenever I tried to do it myself, but maybe that’s just because he has better conditioner then I’ve had in a while. “there now that’s hair fit for Elizabeth 3rd don’t you think?” Jumin said as he finished brushing my hair.

I nodded, “yes master, it’s really nice.” We ended up not bandaging my wounds again, we decided they were healed enough to be in the open. I was really glad about this because having to bandage my head would have ruined all of Jumin’s hard work, and I could tell he was pleased about it.

Jumin carried me into the bedroom still wrapped in the towel and I spotted an outfit laid out on the bed and knew it must have been for me. I didn’t mind the clothes they were quite nice and fit well. The top was a nice white sweater; the bottom was a nice skirt complete with some knee high socks. Underwear was included but not a bra; apparently he wasn’t sure how to figure that size out.  One I was dressed the two of us made our way too the kitchen.

The place was lovely; it was huge and had a modern style in the living room. The kitchen was just off of the living room with a bar counter separating the two spaces. “Alright wait here and I’ll have something nice for you to try,” Jumin said as he placed me on a bar stool. I placed my arms on the counter top and rested my head on top of them. Jumin pulled out a cook book and started searching for the ingredients he needed.  I noticed sitting on the counter was a framed picture of Jumin petting a very adorable looking cat. Elizabeth 3rd I told myself, she was ball of white fuzz and seemed so comfortable and at home at Jumin’s side. I grabbed a strand of my own hair and held it in front of my face. It was the exact same white fluffy hair I thought. It really was true that he was the human version of my cat and I was the human version of his cat. In the picture his eyes were full of the same loving warmth that I always looked at my Jumin with, like he was the only one who could understand me. I wanted to imagine that my Jumin and his Elizabeth would have played together; it made my heart feel a bit lighter. My eyes wondered to Jumin as he made pancakes. I couldn’t help but smile, he looked so focused and so determined. Like as if the pancakes were the most important thing ever, it was cute and I couldn’t wait to try them.

They were the best pancakes I’d ever had, and they were strawberry flavored, my new favorite.  

Author’s Notes: sorry it’s been so long, winter break I went out of town and when I got back I wasn’t feeling the whole writing thing. But I promised I’d get back to it so here it is and I’m getting my motivation back ^_^ so don’t worry I will finish this series. And hopefully I’ll keep improving so that way I have some good content to give out. And I’ll try to make updates more regularly. 

[peachhplum]

TRAVEL DIARY: THINGS TO DO IN FLORENCE, ITALY

It was back in October that we visited Florence and I've only just gotten around to writing this up as I sit somewhere in the fog between Xmas and NYE. We fancied a last little blast of sun our our skin before we headed into winter in the UK, so the three of us and my mum booked four days in Florence, staying at an incredible Airbnb right next to Pitti Palace. Here's what we got up to!

PONTE VECCHIO FOR ALL THE GOLD

On our first full day in Florence we walked out past the palace and up the Ponte Vecchio, the famous bridge over the river Arno.

The Ponte Vecchio is incredibly busy at times, but get up early enough and you can stroll along before it packs out. It's most known for all of it's boutique jewellery stores. Trust me when I say this is some of THE BEST gold jewellery I have ever seen. Now I know it's there the next time I go back I am gonna save up then go there to splurge. 

Marley also loved the buskers and the love locks around the statues, we didn't do one ourselves but this could be a fun thing to do with a little one!

UFFIZI GALLERY FOR JESUS PAINTINGS (A LOT OF THEM)

Next we headed to the Uffizi Gallery, as had heard that it was THE place to go and see the best of Florence's art collection.

The gallery is packed full of renaissance paintings with some incredible pieces. I have to say though, it's not a great place to take kids - our daughter Marley is 5 and whilst she found some of it interesting there were only so many times I could play 'spot the baby Jesus'. Let me tell you, there are a lot of baby Jesus paintings in that spot, and not much else. It's defo one for the adults!

TIP - We booked our tickets in advance so we didn't have to queue. This might sound like a small thing but the queues are HENCH. I'm talking like three hour waits. I mean I don't know who is that desperate to see 500 painting of Mary and baby Jesus but you know, whatever floats your boat. 

BITTER BAR FOR NEGRONI MAKING

On the second day mum was kind enough to take Marley out for pizza, gelato and a wander whilst hubby and I headed to Bitter Bar for an Airbnb Experience to try our hand and making (and tasting) Negronis for the first time. Bitter bar is a cute little speakeasy decorated in vintage 20s style and run by the amazing Cristian, an incredibly passionate cocktail master with an exquisite taste for creating drinks.

His bar is seating only - so you won't ever turn up and be huddled around the bar. He designed it so only the exact amount of people to seats can be in there at any time. This guy had serious attention to detail and wanted to create the most amazing experience for his patrons. 

During our super intimate 90 minute class (it was just me hubby and another guy who we quickly made friends with), we learned the history of the negroni, watched Cristian as he made us each the perfect one and then learnt how to make them ourselves. Equal parts gin, sweet vermouth and bitters is how it's done, with ice to chill the glass to just below zero, then finished with a rub of orange peel around the rim which plops into the glass as a garnish. I'd never tried Negronis before but it's now one of my go-to drinks to order when I'm out as you can slowly sip it. It feels grown up and cool.

After making our own we then had Cristian create us a bespoke 'twist' on the negroni based on what our own preferences were. I like sweet and sour things so Cristian made me a negroni with hazelnut syrup and mint plus he smoked it with black tea I think. It was INSANE! I can still think of the taste right now. I always say when you can remember the taste of something even months later it must have been damn good. 

TIP - follow Bitter Bar on instagram here and check out the Airbnb experience if you want to try this class, I'd HIGHLY recommend it.

View On AirbnbNegroni Cocktail Experience

BOBOLI GARDENS FOR STUNNING VIEWS

On day three we visited Boboli Gardens, the gardens behind the Pitti Palace, which was just a stones throw away from our Airbnb. 

Let me tell you if you go to Florence and only do one thing, let this be it. The gardens are breathtakingly stunning at the top. I couldn't quite believe that it wasn't a painting. I stood, listened to the birds chirping and watched Marley throw little rocks into the fountain at the top of the gardens and make wishes, which will be a lovely memory of mine. 

'I wish for ten cats'.

'I wish I could have a new hat'

'I wish the scratch on my head would go away'

and other such important wishes.

TIP - again I suggest you book tickets in advance as it can get very busy. take a camera, you won't want to miss the stunning views at the top. On a sunny day you could be lost in here for hours, it's that beautiful.

SHOPPING FOR VINTAGE DESIGNER BARGAINS

After Boboli we went for a wander as I had realised there were quite a few vintage shops around where we were staying. I picked up and incredible vintage dress which I have since realised is four sizes too big for me (I was under its spell and bought it anyway). 

Then we wandered the luxury Via De' Tournabuoni full of designer stores and high end boutiques.

TIP - head to Via Maggio and look for the shop that looks like a complete junk store. Everything is piled on top of each other. Don't take pictures - the lady doesn't like that, but go in and have a rummage. She has designer gems buried in there and I got my designer vintage dress for 30 euros. Absolutely crazy little place.

DID A FASHION SHOOT IN OUR AIRBNB

Completely normal, right? You can see the whole thing here! If you want to book it then the link is here but word of warning - the wifi wasn't great for us when we were there which was kind of annoying but hey I guess it means you have to have real life conversations instead!

LE VESPE CAFE FOR HIPSTER MUNCHIES

On our last day we had time to take a bit of a walk to the other side of town to visit Le Vespe Cafe which served incredible French toast and pancakes that I'd seen raved about online. This place felt quite different to the rest of Florence, less traditional Italia and instead the cool young things. Maybe we had found the Shoreditch of Florence?

WALKED AROUND AND LOOKING AT THE ARCHITECTURE

You just can't get bored of it really!

GENERALLY HANGING OUT DOING ITALIAN THINGS IN THE SUNSHINE

Eat gelato, hang out on terrace, soak up sunshine etc etc.

THE ANTIQUE CAROUSEL FOR PONY FUN

Just before we headed for our train back to Pisa airport we had time to ride the beautiful antique carousel in Piazza della Republica. Unlike your typical scummy carnival ride this one is steeped in history and was an absolute favourite of Marleys - I think we rode it 5 times in total. Perfecto.

S x