#or I could eat the grapes i have in the fridge. but not both

[askinnyblackman]

i desire ice cream

[dohoonie42]

Midnight Grapes

Word count: 1.2k+

Fem!reader x idol!Mingyu

Genre: fluff!!!

Summary: Mingyu being a big sulky baby

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It was nearly midnight when Mingyu finally arrived home after a long day of practice. His body ached from the intense routines, but the moment he stepped through the door, all he could think about was you.

There you were, sitting on the couch, the soft light from the lamp casting a warm glow around you. Your legs were tucked under you as you read a book, completely unaware that he was home. He paused for a moment at the door, just watching you. He missed you so much today, even though you’d spent the morning together. There was something about you that made everything else seem insignificant.

He smiled softly, pushing the door closed behind him and walking over to where you sat. His tired eyes sparkled as they met yours, and a grin spread across his face.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered, his voice low and soft from exhaustion.

You looked up from your book, your eyes lighting up when you saw him. “Hey, you’re home late,” you said, setting your book aside and standing up. “How was practice?”

“Exhausting,” he admitted, stretching his arms above his head with a loud sigh. “But seeing you makes it all worth it.”

Your heart melted at his words. You stepped closer to him, and he immediately pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in a tight hug. “I missed you,” he murmured into your hair.

“I missed you too,” you replied, burying your face in his chest.

He squeezed you tighter, his tiredness suddenly forgotten in your presence. But when he pulled away slightly, he gazed down at you with playful eyes. “Can we cuddle now?” His voice was a mix of hope and exhaustion.

You grinned mischievously, stepping back with a teasing smile. “Go shower first. You’re all sweaty.”

His pout appeared almost immediately. “What? But I’ve been waiting all day for this!” He crossed his arms, looking at you like you’d just robbed him of his last wish.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning against the couch casually. “I’m sure a shower will make you more cuddly,” you teased, not being able to suppress your grin.

He dramatically sighed, rolling his eyes as if you’d asked him to climb a mountain. “You’re cruel,” he muttered under his breath but knew better than to argue. He knew you were just having fun, so he turned toward the bathroom with one last, exaggerated pout.

You laughed softly to yourself as you sat back down on the couch, picking up your book again, though your mind wandered to Mingyu. You couldn’t wait to hold him, to have him close, to share the kind of comforting quiet moments you both cherished.

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A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Mingyu stepped out, looking fresh and comfortable in his sweatpants and a loose T-shirt. His hair was still damp, but he was already walking toward you with a soft smile on his face.

“Can I cuddle you now?” he asked again, a little more seriously this time, his eyes pleading.

You glanced up at him from your book and pretended to think for a moment, clearly enjoying his cute pout. “Hmm… Not yet,” you said, standing up from the couch. “I kinda want a snack right now.”

His face instantly fell, his lower lip jutting out in a dramatic pout. “What? But I’ve been waiting all day to hold you!” he whined, his voice so endearing that you had to fight not to give in immediately.

You ignored his pleading and made your way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a container of grapes you had saved earlier. You jumped up onto the counter, sitting down comfortably as you popped a grape into your mouth.

Mingyu, now in the kitchen doorway, stood there looking at you, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “You’re still not cuddling me?” he asked, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Don’t you miss me?”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his pout. How could you resist? But you kept up the teasing act. “I’m eating grapes,” you said innocently, chewing another one as you glanced at him with an exaggerated shrug. “Do you want some?”

He stepped into the kitchen, walking straight toward you with purpose. “No,” he replied, his voice soft but laced with a hint of disappointment. “I want you. Not your grapes.”

You tried to keep your face straight, but the giggle that escaped from your lips gave you away. “Alright, alright,” you sighed, holding out a grape to him. “Come here.”

He immediately moved closer, standing between your legs as you sat on the counter. His hands found your thighs, resting gently as he leaned in closer, his eyes locking with yours.

Without missing a beat, you fed him the grape, and he took it with his mouth, his lips brushing against your fingers. It sent a wave of warmth through you, and you smiled at the little moment.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said quietly, his voice low and sincere.

“I missed you too,” you whispered back, the teasing finally leaving your voice. Without waiting another moment, you pulled him down into your arms, holding him close to you. Mingyu immediately relaxed in your embrace, exhaling a deep breath as his arms circled around your waist.

He buried his face in your neck, and you ran your fingers through his damp hair, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. It felt so right, so comforting.

“I’m sorry for teasing, I just wanted to see your cute pout,” you murmured, pulling back slightly to look at him.

He raised his head, his eyes locking onto yours, and before you could say anything else, he kissed you—slowly, tenderly, as if he were pouring all of his feelings into it. The kiss deepened as your arms tightened around him, and for a moment, the world outside the kitchen seemed to disappear.

When you finally pulled away, he smiled against your lips. “I think you owe me more than just that,” he said, his voice teasing but affectionate.

You giggled, rolling your eyes playfully. “I think you’ve earned them,” you replied.

Without another word, Mingyu carefully lifted you off the counter and carried you to your shared bedroom. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he walked, your body pressed against his chest. The room was quiet except for the sound of his heartbeat, and you couldn’t help but smile. He was home, and now everything felt right.

As he set you down gently on the bed, Mingyu moved to lie beside you, you pulling him into your arms immediately. You both settled into the bed, his head nestled in your neck, and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“I think I could stay like this forever,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

“Me too,” you whispered, closing your eyes as he snuggled closer to you, feeling the warmth of his body, the soft breaths against your chest, and the comfort of his presence.

And as the night grew deeper, you both drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in each other, content and at peace. There was no place you’d rather be than in Mingyu’s arms.

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first postttt!!!! What do you guys think? I wanted to try and write something and wanted to show it off 🙂‍↕️ but anyways hope you guys love it as much as I do 🫶

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[mrsjellymunson]

🌸🌼 One Fine Day 🌼🌸

Adapted from this ask from @celestialbat for the @steddiemicrofic June 1-year anniversary prompt, ‘one’. WC: 1,111. Rating: G. CW: tooth-rotting fluff, romance, flirting, mentions of food (no actual eating) and Eddie’s difficult childhood (not detailed).

Before today, Eddie never would’ve believed that one day could mean so much.

He and Steve haven’t been together long, and haven't really even gone on a proper ‘date’. But Eddie’s decided: today's the day.

He’s not usually one for cuteness and grand romantic gestures - he’d usually take someone to The Hideout, or spend time in his van out by Lover’s Lake. Not because he doesn’t want to, more because he doesn’t know how to, and prefers to keep things simple rather than run the risk of embarrassing himself.

But with Steve, everything’s different.

Before Steve, he reckons he wouldn’t’ve known how to be romantic if his life had depended on it. But now, he’s finding he loves to do things to make Steve laugh, to make him blush, even just to make him smile, and he doesn’t even care if he makes himself look like an idiot while he does it.

So today, he’s packed up as much of a romantic picnic as he can manage. He’s borrowed a basket and cooler from Robin, along with some tips on what to pack, after he admitted he was just going to get Twinkies, chips and Mountain Dew from Melvald’s. She’s even let him raid her fridge for a few things.

He’s shaken out the blankets from the back of his van, and has borrowed a few pillows from the trailer, so they’ll both have something comfortable to sit on. He’s brought camping plates and cutlery, usually reserved for Wayne’s fishing trips, so Steve doesn’t have to pick things out of packets like Eddie usually would, and purchased some of Steve’s favourite name-brand soda (rather than the store equivalent). He’s discovered he and Wayne don’t own napkins, so he’s Origami-ed some kitchen paper into bird-like shapes so they stand up on their own - fancy.

Steve assumes Eddie’s just taking the pair of them to the local park, perhaps picking something up from Benny’s on the way, but Eddie surprises him, swinging the van along one of the exit roads to a ‘secret spot’ outside of town.

It’s down a quiet lane, a pretty meadow filled with tall grass and wildflowers. And it’s beautiful.

Eddie doesn’t mention that he used to come here with his mom. It’s not far from the house they used to live in, and she’d bring him here when things got really bad with Al. Sometimes they’d even camp out under the stars. It was one place where Eddie felt safe.

Maybe he’ll tell Steve about it one day.

He grabs Steve’s hand and unnecessarily helps him down from the cab with a gallant, “This way, sweetheart”, and insists on carrying everything himself, even though Steve offers to help. (And, as Steve suspected he would, he almost trips twice.)

Eddie chooses a patch that’s more grass than flowers, explaining to Steve that, “I don’t want to hurt them”, and lays everything out on the well-loved blanket.

Steve can’t believe he’s gone to all this effort. There’s cold meats and cheeses, small tomatoes, carrot batons, berries, nuts, apple slices and a few grapes. And because Eddie can’t forego the snack food, there’s also pretzels, breadsticks and, yes, chips.

Steve thinks it’s wonderful; thinks Eddie’s wonderful. And the two of them spend an idyllic afternoon snacking and chatting and laughing and playing with each other’s fingers and tracing their fingertips up and down each other’s arms.

Steve asks about Eddie’s tattoos, and Eddie enjoys telling Steve the stories behind them. He makes up outrageous tales about the creatures and how they fought for their places on his human canvas, occasionally lifting his shirt and enjoying the way Steve’s eyes glitter as they roam his torso.

Once most of the food is gone, Steve helps Eddie to pack away the leftovers and encourages him to lie down, insisting he deserves a rest after all he’s done today.

Eddie smiles softly at him, and says he will, but,

“Only if I can choose the best pillow in the state.”

Confused, Steve glances around at the worn cushions brought from the trailer, and Eddie smirks as he drops down onto his elbows and wriggles backwards to place his messy mop into Steve’s lap. He moves his head back and forth a couple of times, settling, humming to himself, mumbling,

“Mmmm, definitely the best pillow in the state. Wait, the country! No, I’m so stupid, of course I mean the whole entire world!”

Steve chuckles down at him and the corners of his honeyed eyes crinkle as Eddie peeps up with those coffee coloured pools Steve adores so much.

Steve enjoys the weight and warmth of Eddie resting against him, and runs his fingers through Eddie’s bangs. They talk about everything and nothing, and Eddie begins to doze in the afternoon sun. He stirs a little as Steve periodically leans to one side, but thinks nothing of it.

He rouses as he feels Steve playing with his hair again, and thinks he might just be in paradise. Surely, there’s no earthly reason why the two of them couldn’t stay like this forever?

But then something unfamiliar tickles his cheek, and he opens one eye to see Steve leaning over him, examining a small yellow flower with a long stem before cocking his head sideways and appraising Eddie, squinting a little.

Placing it carefully into Eddie’s hair between an orange and red bloom, and just above a tiny purple one, Eddie sees the tip of Steve’s tongue emerge from between his teeth as he adjusts it before leaning back and admiring his handiwork.

Eddie brings a hand gently up to his hairline, careful not to dislodge anything, and discovers he has quite an array of blooms adorning his waves.

Steve reaches into his bag and pulls out his Polaroid camera, wanting to capture Eddie’s beautiful visage. Taking a couple of snaps, he places them face down on the blanket to develop as Eddie gleefully makes grabby hands, wanting to take one of his own. He hadn’t realised Steve had brought it, and he’s not missing this opportunity.

Steve won’t know it, but the sun that’s dipping low behind him is giving him a glorious golden halo that Eddie thinks makes him look like an ethereal, heavenly being. If he can capture even a tenth of that in a photo, he thinks he’ll keep it close to his heart forever.

Eddie’s convinced this is definitely the best picnic, and possibly the best afternoon, of his life. He wonders whether Steve feels the same.

Before today, Eddie never would’ve believed how much romance he actually had in him, or that one day could mean so much.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for not getting my roommate a birthday gift and insulting them when they got mad about it?

I don’t really think I’m the asshole (or at least the only asshole) but it’s become such a Situation I need some outside input.

So I and my roommate Ollie (both 18, gender irrelevant) have been living together in a college dorm for a couple months now. We aren’t friends, but we’re friendly. We talk a little in passing but nothing more. We get along for the most part, but my main issue is that Ollie has so much stuff.

I’ve lived with it for months but it’s always a mild annoyance. There’s stuff on our bathroom counter, the kitchen counter, always dishes in the sink and their desk is always a mess. We have separate sides of the room and separate spaces for our food and dishes in the sink and for our shower stuff and bathroom stuff but it still drives me crazy because there’s always clutter around. I haven’t talked to them about it because I don’t want them to get mad at me for trying to micromanage them—I don’t know if they would’ve but now they definitely would.

Also, I think we have a pretty big gap in how much money we have. We both have a meal plan so we can eat at the cafeteria on campus but their part of the fridge is always overflowing. They have a ton of expensive and what look like kinda redundant products, like five bottles of perfume on their desk, and I even saw cotton candy grapes in the fridge?? I haven’t been to the store in a while but I don’t think those are cheap. There’s also a ton of Starbucks and takeout food in the trash too. I on the other hand have to save the money I have (a couple hundred) to put towards a summer class. Even if I wanted to get them a birthday gift, I think it would come down to that or, like, gas money to go home for a weekend

Ollie’s birthday was a little over a week ago. They spent the day out with their friends from what I could tell off social media and when they came back they had a few grocery bags and an Amazon box or two, and once they set them down they asked me what I’d gotten for them.

I asked what they were talking about, and they said for their birthday. I told them I didn’t get them anything and then they started mumbling about fake friends and how they were nothing but nice to me and I couldn’t even give them anything in return. I’m not great on social cues so they might have been joking or sarcastic here but I told them they were crazy if they thought I was gonna add to any of their piles of useless stuff around here and called them a hoarder (that may be too harsh but I mean, I saw a Wendy’s receipt from October on their desk last week. It’s February.) They got really pissed and started swearing at me and I forget most of what was said after that but it escalated, we ended up screaming, they left for the night, it was bad.

Since then their friend from high school, we’ll call her Ruby (21F I think) has been blowing up my phone. Telling me I have no right to talk to Ollie like that, that I’m a shitty friend and she ought to just block me (we aren’t friends so idk where this one came from), and told me that apparently Ollie’s mom was some kind of a reclusive hoarder and Ollie has been crying and worrying about becoming like her. I honestly don’t believe this last one because I met their mom when we moved in last September and she seemed like a completely nice person.

Ollie hasn’t been back here. I think they got their essentials while I was in class and is staying with Ruby now, she lives in a building just off campus. I reached out to make sure they were okay and, you know, alive, and they just said “don’t fucking text me I’m fine don’t worry about it.” I have pretty bad anxiety, it’s been six days and it’s still almost all I can think about. I feel like I should apologize but I’m honestly not sure if I’m in the wrong or not. So, aita?

What are these acronyms?

[trtlebuns]

Who would’ve thought?

Random things about T141 + Alejandro & Köing

Tags: Fluff and cursing (maybe?)

Alejandro Vargas

my man my man my man!!!!

Alejandro HATES!!! Spicy foods, even though he is Mexican and grew up in a Mexican household he CANNOT handle anything spicy

Wakes up at 6:45 everyday

His comfort clothing includes: a tank top or T-shirt with grey joggers and black/socks

He would often cook the meals (very house husband of him)

Hates alcoholic beverages, like he’ll drink them but won’t enjoy them

Favorite color is: Rosewood Pink

Favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry

He doesn’t wear cologne

He takes his skin care VERY serious

When he’s angry or excited he would talk in his native tongue

Will call out of work if his hair isn’t “hairing”

Likes to kiss you on the forehead near your edges

Likes to watch you get dressed

Wants to have a big family

If he could be any cartoon character he would be Milo from fish hooks

Has a tattoo of your initial behind his ear

Köing

Listens to lofi and jazz

A light sleeper

Hates pickles

Wears his mask in public but at home he wears a big sweater with a large hood to hide most of his face (specifically a deep purple sweater)

Likes all of the avengers movies and if one is coming out he would buy tickets in advance (like 3-6 months in advance)

Likes strawberry milk but is severely lactose intolerant

Hates raisins but likes grapes

His comfort outfit would be: at home, a onesie to match yours or if in public ( like he goes out there willingly) would be a hoodie and joggers with crocs

Enjoys putting on his eye makeup while you do your makeup

Still doesn’t know what “beat this face to the gods” mean, even though you only say it when you do your makeup

Is happy with being with you and having a cat or two (or any small animal of your choice)

Prefers to eat ketchup with anything

Likes sardines

Likes to hug you from the back

Favorite color is: Mulberry Purple

He wears your initial as a chain

Has a dad sneeze

GHOST (Simon Riley)

Hates anything super sweet or sweeting in general

Prefers coffee (black) over tea, but would drink it if it’s the only thing around

He likes pumpkin spice lattes (yes he’s a basic bi- brit 🫣)

Secretly adds weapons to you car every time he gets in it

Like why do you have a knife in your cup holder?? How did that get there, you wonder

Orders steak every time you guys eat out anywhere “fancy”

Wears a face mask when he’s out

Your nickname for him is “beady eyed brit”

Only kisses you on the cheek and the temple

He rolls his eyes at everything

“Omg mon, you didn’t have to get me this??” You said happily as you hugged Simon. “I wouldn’t have gotten it, if you didn’t stop pestering me about it” He sighed and rolled his eyes knowing that he would buy you the world if you only mentioned it once

He loves peppermints

He likes to watch you…just do you

You’re in the kitchen? Boom, he’s leaning on the fridge watching you. You’re in the bathroom fixing your hair, Boom, he’s sitting on the toilet seat just staring. You’re walking around talking on the phone? Boom, he’s right there in arms distance listening and watching you. Just watching

He listens to classical music

Comfort fit: anything that’s lying on the floor closest to him or anything that seems comfy to him, could be shorts and a shirt or joggers and topless as long as he’s comfy he don’t care

Prefers to be just with you but wouldn’t mind stretching the family

He likes to skip rocks

He knows how to skateboard

Weirdly obsessed with peanut butter because of the “protein”

Favorite color is: Juniper Green

He goes makeup shopping with you because you need to know what type of eye makeup he wears that lasts through literal war

SOAP (Johnny Mactavish)

Hates coconut flavored anything! It could artificial or down to the real deal he HATES IT

Likes to yell at the tv

Must take a bite of your food, it doesn’t matter if you both have the same thing or not. He needs a bite and his reasoning is “I’m testing for poison”

Get you a man who CARES!

Would rate your burps out of 10

Let’s you paint his nails

He spills the tea and so do you

Johnny bursts through the door, and started you “BIIIIIIITCH!!!” Johnny says as he shakes his head walks towards you, you already know the tea is piping HOT! “Let me tell you what price done said over the phone just now” he says as he props down on the bed and you get into a sitting position “I’m all ears babe” you get ready for the most juiciest information of you life

Likes to pee/shit while you’re in the bathroom (it’s his favorite activity)

He rock climbs for a hobby

Favorite color is: Coin Silver

Always calls and never text in advance that he needs to talk

Comfort outfit: pajama bottoms, bunny slippers, and topless or a tanktop

Likes to sleep in cold temperatures

Tackles you with hugs and kisses whenever he sees you

You’re on the phone trying to pay a bill? Boom, he’s right next to you kissing your head and hugging you from the back. You’re trying to get ready for work? Boom, you’re making out and now you gotta call off work…AGAIN!

Listens to a lot of Megan thee stallion because he heard you playing thot shit

Hates the texture of cottage cheese

He’s a horrible cook and so are you, but you both try your best and end up ordering out

Likes to throw things at you and act as if he had no idea what you’re talking about when you ask if he threw something at you

“Ow, what the fu-“ you say as you scratch your head and look at the ground and see an orange crayon on the floor. You look up and see Johnny at the table with a coloring book and crayons “J did you just throw this at me” you question as you raise the crayon. He looks and you and you look at him… “I have no idea what you’re talking about” he says calmly as he goes back to coloring. You sigh, “then how did this get over here?” You roll your eyes and put your hand on your hip. “It must’ve been already over there” he shrugs while continuing his activity with a small smirk pulling at his lips

Likes to eat haggis ( Scottish bastard )

Knows how to play the flute

He would like to have 3 kids and 2 dogs (specifically a Rottweiler and Doberman)

[readyforthegarden]

Season of the Witch - Part Four

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Pairing: Sam Kiszka x F!Reader, Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis: Danny always told you, you shouldn't play with things you don't fully understand. When trying your hand at magic, you accidentally summon something more than you bargained for. Now stuck, you try to find a way to rid yourself of him, but what if the only way of ridding yourself of him is dying?

Warnings: mentions of witchcraft, angst, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!

A/N: I just want to say a quick shoutout to @earthlysorrows for helping me get through a wording wall with this one, and always being such an amazing sounding board and creative inspiration. If you've never read any of her fics, please do yourself a favor and go read them, Madi is an unmatched talent and her fics are some of my favorites I've ever read!

WC: 2947

The next morning had been almost as surreal as the first. You were greeted with the smell of toast and bacon wafting through your apartment, both things you knew you didn’t have in your fridge when you went to sleep the night before. 

Crawling from under your covers, you slowly opened the door to your hallway, peeking out, hearing a soft humming over a sizzling sound. The melody of the hum was almost enchanting, coaxing you closer and closer towards it. It sounded old, older than any song you had heard. The tone was low, sending a warm vibration through you as your feet planted firmly in the kitchen. Sam glanced up from his position at the stove, stirring around eggs in a pan, scrambling them to a fluffy perfection. He didn’t stop the song as he smiled at you, merely hummed around it and finished the song before he formally greeted you.

“Good morning, darling,” he scooped some eggs from the pan, placing them on a plate that was already filled with triangles of perfectly golden brown toast, butter melting into the crispy dough. There were a few slices of bacon, and a small smattering of fruit. Sam set down the pan and spatula, dusting the eggs with a sprinkle of salt and pepper.

“Good…morning….”you watched him warily. “Where did all this come from?”

“What do you mean?” Sam picked the plate up, offering it to you. You took it gingerly, still eyeing him.

“I know I didn’t have all this last night…and you have no money…” Sam just smiled, waggling his fingers before going back to the stove.

“I don’t need it.” 

“So you just steal?” while you were pressing him regarding morals, you still picked up a piece of toast, biting off the corner of a triangle while waiting for his retort.

“I mean,” Sam opened his palm, and in front of your eyes, a perfectly ripe peach materialized in his hand. “I have no need for your money.” you nearly dropped the plate in your hands, and Sam laughed. “Go on, take it.” you reached out with one hand, pausing before continuing, feeling the fuzz brush against your fingertips. It was as real, and you couldn’t help the awe-filled gasp as you took the fruit from his grasp.

“How did you do that?” your voice was soft as you turned the peach over in your hands, looking for some sort of flaw to tell you it was fake, all a trick. 

“The same way you can,” the moment was gone, and you glared up at Sam, and he reached out, taking the peach from your hands and taking a bite, as if to confirm to you it was indeed real and edible. “Don’t give me that look. Go eat, you barely touched your dinner last night.” 

“If you can do that, why can’t you conjure up a spellbook to un-bond us?” you grumbled as you walked to the living room, taking a seat on the couch. Sam had already deconstructed his bed and set the bedding to the very last cushion. 

“If I could, I would have done so by now.” 

“Forgive me if I don’t believe you, darling,” the sarcasm dripped off your tongue, making Sam chortle as he plated his own breakfast. 

“And forgive me if I enjoy the idea of being bonded to a beautiful young woman,” Sam sat down next to you, popping a grape in his mouth and chewing as he watched the tips of your ears turn pink. “There are far worse fates I could think of.”

“You really think you’re a charmer, don’t you?” you bit into your toast again, matching his bemused expression. 

“I’ve been told a time or two it’s one of my strengths.”  you went to reply but there was a knock on the door that caught both you and Sam off guard. Placing your plate on the coffee table, you made your way to the door before checking the peephole and tugging the door open. Danny stood there, brown eyes immediately scanning you for any sign of injury.  He had a large backpack slung on his shoulders, and his curls were frizzy from a restless night. 

“Hey, come in,” you ushered Danny inside. He flicked a short look towards Sam, who was still lounging on the couch, enjoying his breakfast, ignoring him. 

“I have a lead,” Danny started as soon as you shut the door behind him. 

“Really?!” Your gasp was sharp, the inhale almost stinging your throat as you came around and grabbed hold of Danny’s arm, squeezing tightly with both hands, as if you were afraid the hope you now had would cause him to vanish and leave you shattered. 

“A friend of a friend has heard of something like this, has some texts that he can loan me.” Danny nodded. 

“That’s great!” you were nearly humming with excited energy. 

“Unfortunately, he’s out in Nevada.” Danny sighed. “He says the texts are too fragile to send physically and even scanning them could destroy them.” Your grip loosened on Danny’s arm. You weren’t prepared for a trip west. You didn’t have the money to spend on a plane ticket, let alone a full tank of gas.  As if reading your thoughts, Danny lifted one of your hands from his arm and held it in his. “I’m going to go see him. I’ve already booked a ticket, I need a ride to the airport, if you don’t mind.”

“Now?” 

“My flight leaves in three hours, I got a ride-share here because I wanted to go over some details again before I left.”

“And you couldn’t do the same to the airport, Daniel?” Sam simpered from the couch, taking a bite of crispy bacon as he spoke. Ignoring Sam’s question Danny pulled something from his front pocket, the paper Sam had drawn on for him the morning before. Unfolding it, he held it out to him. 

“You’re sure everything on here is accurate?” Danny asked. Sam simply kept eating, making Danny huff, before setting the plate down and dabbing his mouth with a paper towel napkin. Glancing it over, Sam nodded. 

“Came all the way here just for that?” He blinked up at Danny, who in turn rolled his eyes and faced you. 

“Can I talk to you for a sec?” nodding, you led Danny into your room, shutting the door behind you. “Are you going to be okay while I’m gone? Here with…him?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” you nodded. “I’ve slept two nights and have still woken up. If he wanted to hurt me, he would have by now.” Danny looked at you again, his eyes softer. 

“I don’t like leaving you here,” he glanced towards the door. “If I could, I’d have you come with me.” 

“It’s okay,” you gave Danny a soft smile. “How long will you be gone for?”

“I don’t know, I hope only a few days,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ll need help from him deciphering the texts. That could take a while.” 

“If you’re done, she should return to her breakfast. Even I cannot keep it warm.” Sam’s voice was muffled through the door, causing Danny to glare at it. 

“He refuses to let us have a single conversation.” he mumbled. 

“I’m not sure I’m a fan of you alone in a bedroom with my-“

“Your what?” You whipped open the door to Sam’s shocked face, though the shock turned into a smarmy grin as he saw you flustered. 

“My little fawn, of course.” he grinned. “Please eat your breakfast. I worked very hard on it.” 

“Stop being so obsessed with my eating habits,” you rolled your eyes, pushing past Sam and back to the living room. Much to his happiness, you picked up your plate, but Sam frowned as you offered the rest of your toast to Danny, who in turn grinned at Sam before taking a large bite of the softened bread.

You finished the plate and left it on the coffee table, getting up and sliding your shoes on, grabbing your purse and keys. The ride to the airport was mostly quiet, only a few grumbles from Sam who had been forced into the backseat after Danny took the passenger seat. A few times Danny would say something to you, about where he was headed exactly, and there would be a short conversation. 

It wasn’t until you were standing at security that it hit you Danny was leaving you alone with your mess, even if he was going to find a way to help you out if it. In all the years of your friendship, you’d never really be apart from each other for longer than a weekend. Throwing your arms around Danny’s shoulders, you hopped up on your toes to hug him. He bent at the waist to wrap his own around your middle and lifted you up, hugging you just as tightly back. 

“It’s going to be okay,” Danny whispered into your hair. “I promise.” 

“Be safe, okay?” you murmured back. “Don’t get murdered by some weird witchy dude on the internet.”

“I can hold my own,” Danny laughed, pulling back. He glanced behind you, where Sam stood, watching him with a blank face. “I want you to be careful with him. We don’t know him, we don’t know exactly what he is.” 

“I will be.” you vowed. “I’ll call you every day to check in, too.”

“You’d better.” Danny leaned forward slightly, his eyes jumping between each one of your lips. The gears were turning as you watched him lean in closer, and closer, but then a delicate peck was placed between your eyebrows and for a reason unbeknownst to you, you let out a soft sigh. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” 

Nodding, you stepped back, jumping slightly at how close Sam was behind you now. Danny stared at the tall man at your side warily. 

“If you do anything to hurt her, I’ll make sure I come back with something that will tear your soul to shreds.” Danny’s voice was low as he took a few steps towards you and Sam. The latter smiled coolly, stepping forward and murmuring something into his ear. Danny’s face reddened slightly as his eyebrows knit together tensely and Sam pulled back, clapping a hand a bit too hard on the taller man’s shoulder before stepping back next to you. Danny’s eyes stayed on him for a moment before he cleared his throat and set them back on you. “I’ll let you know when I land.”

You said a final goodbye, watching Danny start to file through the security line. When he was almost out of sight, Sam touched your arm, nodding to the exit. Sam reclaimed his spot in the passenger seat, settling in and rubbing his back against the fabric, as if he were marking it with his scent. 

“What did you say to Danny?” you asked as you got onto the highway. You glanced over at Sam, who merely shrugged. 

“I told him to have a safe flight.” 

“Bullshit.” Sam just rolled his eyes with a soft smirk, as if he was proud of whatever he said to make Danny look upset. “Listen, Danny is my best friend, and he’s doing all of this to help us. It wouldn’t kill you to be nice to him.”

“Have you ever considered that him helping you get out of this bond does nothing for me?” Sam asked, the retort simple, and you weren’t sure why, but a small knot of guilt formed in your stomach. 

“What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t matter now,” Sam sniffed indifferently, looking out the window. 

“Maybe I should have let you buy those body sprays yesterday.” you mumbled. Sam shot you a look. “You’re acting like such a moody teenager.”

Sam gave you another snotty look but seemed content to leave the conversation at that, which you were glad for. Once back at the apartment, you shuffled toward the bathroom, tossing your bag on the table. 

“I have to get ready for work,” was all you muttered, closing the door behind you. You took a quick shower, mentally preparing yourself for a shift at the small coffee house you worked at. It was much, but between tips and a surprisingly decent minimum wage, you made enough to scrape by on your own. A small voice in the back of your head nagged at you, telling you that you’d have to start picking up more shifts if you couldn’t get out of this mess. You pushed down the feeling and finished getting ready. 

“Okay, you have the TV, I just have an antenna so you’re stuck with The Waltons or old movies. You might get lucky if there’s a nice breeze and a game show will be on.” Sam looked up at you, a slight flash of pity in his eyes. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Can’t I just come with you?” Sam asked, blinking up at you. 

“No,” you shook your head. “I can’t babysit you and do my job. And I would really like to keep this one for now.” Sam stayed silent, and looked back at the television's black screen. “I’ll be back soon.”

“If I don’t die of boredom.” Sam huffed quietly as you left. You opted to walk to the shop, it only being a few blocks from your apartment. The sun was peeking out between wispy clouds and warming the morning air around you. You hoped it was a sign of a good day at work as you pushed open the door to the cafe. 

You were greeted by your coworkers, and quickly got set up and clocked in, ready to take the orders from the gaggle of college students pouring in. Your shift was busy, you barely had time to register the faces of your customers, not that you cared after burning your hand when you spilled some of an espresso shot on it. It took everything you had to not leave after that, but eventually you made it to your break, and sat down in the back, a small baggie of ice pressed to your skin. Spending most of your time icing the burn on your hand, you didn’t have time to eat anything, though your stomach rumbled. You found your bag, searching blindly with your good hand for anything. Sometimes you were smart and kept a granola bar or two in your bag so you wouldn’t have to take from your paycheck and eat something from the cafe.

“Hey,” you glanced up and your coworker, Henry, was looking at you from the doorway of the breakroom. 

“Oh shit, is my break up?” you looked at the time on your phone, you still had about three minutes left.

“No, there’s someone out front asking for you?.” Henry nodded behind him. Confusion flooded your face. The only person who would ever visit you at work was Danny. Getting up, you moved to the doorway, peeking behind Henry and held back the groan that wanted so desperately to leave your throat. Moving around your coworker, you made your way back to the floor, moving around the counter, taking Sam by the hand and tugging him away from anyone's earshot.

“What are you doing here?!” you hissed. Sam just looked down at you with a satisfied smile on his face, watching you grow red with frustration. “How did you even find where I work?”

“I followed your scent,” Sam shrugged as if the statement was nothing. “I was so bored, the television had nothing to offer in the way of entertainment and all of your books…well some of them were interesting, to say the least.” he waggled his eyebrows, making your cheeks burn further. 

“I told you that you couldn’t come here!” you seethed quietly, glancing around. Henry and your other coworkers were doing everything they could to look occupied, but you knew they were trying to eavesdrop. 

“Ah-ah! You said I couldn’t come with you. Not that I couldn’t come on my own.” you rolled your eyes, shifting the now-melted bag of ice on your hand. His smile fell as he took your injured hand and pulled the bag away. “What happened?”

“I just spilled a little espresso on it.” you shook your head. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It’ll fade in a few days.” Sam’s lips were downturned as he clasped his other palm over your hand, enveloping it between his. You felt your skin tingle and itch, your fingers twitching gently against his before he raised the hand on top of yours. The red, stinging burn was gone. 

“Looks like you’re a fast healer.” Sam winked at you. “How much longer until your work is done?”

“A few hours, Sam.” you muttered, still staring at your hand. 

“Hm, then I think I’ll stick around here for the time being.” he looked around the cafe, taking in the decor that hadn’t been updated since the early 2000s. “At least people watching may be more interesting than reading your smut collection.”

You heard your timer going off from the backroom and took a deep breath, rolling your shoulders back.

“My break is over. If you’re going to stay here, don’t touch anything, don’t bother me, and don’t bother the customers or my coworkers, got it?” Sam rolled his eyes and gave you a mocking salute, but settled down into one of the lumpy, soft chairs at the back of the cafe. You turned to leave but stopped when Sam spoke.

“Fawn, one thing?” you turned your head to glance at him. He batted his long eyelashes with a cheeky smile. “Could I trouble you for a hot espresso?”

“Fuck off.”

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helloooooo, you could have guessed i would come hehe can i please request a 17 for piarles?? 🥰🥰

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Thwack! 

“Ow!” 

“No!” Charles chastises. “Those are for my mother when we visit her tomorrow, not for you.” 

Pierre rubs the spot on his hand where Charles had slapped it away. He eyes the box of muffins sitting on the counter, considers for a moment just how low he’s willing to go, and decides to dial up the charm. 

“Surely, just one wouldn’t hurt?” Pierre murmurs low, drawing nearer to Charles. “I’m so hungry, Charles. I haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast.” 

“We’ll have dinner soon; you’re going to ruin your appetite.” 

“Just one,” he says as he reaches out for the muffins, only for Charles to grab the box and hide it behind him. 

Charles shakes his head, defiant and stubborn. “Absolutely not.” 

Fine then, time to change tactics. Pierre makes a noise of defeat. “Fine, then at least let me have some kind of snack. I don’t think I’m going to last until dinner.” 

Charles still has an apprehensive look in his eyes, but Pierre can see his features softening. “I think we still have a few protein bars if you’re really that hungry.” 

“Actually—” Pierre approaches Charles again, drawing closer slowly until the space between them is non-existent. “I think I want a different type of snack.” 

Charles’ eyes widen, and Pierre can see a flush spread across his pale cheeks. Still, he makes no move to get away from Pierre. If anything, he settles himself on the counter. “Then what do you have in mind?” 

“Something a little… sweeter.” 

“Sweet?” Charles ponders, his pink lips puckering in thought. When he’s like this, Pierre can’t help but hunger for real. “I think we still have some grapes in the fridge.” 

Pierre can barely contain himself anymore. He places his hands on both sides of the counter and cages Charles in. Charles makes no move to stop him, instead he stares at Pierre with an anticipation and hunger that must reflect Pierre’s own. 

Pierre leans in, and when he speaks it’s from a place of low, primal want. “I think you know what I want.” 

That’s all it takes. Charles closes the distance between them first, grabbing a fistful of Pierre’s shirt and pressing their lips together. It’s hungry, almost desperate, and Pierre wants to savor the taste. It’s sweet, intoxicatingly so, it’s something Pierre can melt into. He knows deep in his gut that this and this alone will always be enough to sate him. 

Still, Pierre thinks to himself as his hands moved deftly behind Charles. No harm in getting a little bonus. 

He isn’t sure how long they stay like this, only that they break apart when they’ve both had their fill. Pierre pulls away, a thin dribble of saliva still connecting their lips together. 

“So sweet,” Pierre murmurs, licking his lips. “Why would I need muffins when I have you?” 

Charles flushes a deep crimson again, and he slaps Pierre in the chest. “Shut up. I hope that’s enough to hold you over until dinner.” 

Pierre chuckles. “It will. Thank you, Sharl.” 

And with that, Pierre makes his exit. It’s not until he disappears down the hallway that he takes a bite of his muffin, and it’s not a second later that he hears Charles curse his name from the kitchen. 

“Pierre!” 

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[mayra-quijotescx]

Still on about the Bigass Bag Of Quick-Sale Produce I got on Saturday, putting it under a cut because I have lost track of how much I've yapped about it, but I still have so much:

I can't believe the secret to getting me to cook/bake and eat more produce was to fucking randomly assign me some, this must be some ADHD brainhack, I keep thinking 'wow, so fun and so cheap, I should get another!' and then having to stamp the urge down with both feet because I am still working through the initial bag and need a wider network of People Willing To Accept Ten Or More of Something Neither of Us Will Eat in case the next one has a similar case of Woe, A Dozen Jalapeños Be Upon Ye. Like, so far, we're at:

Single Mango That Presumably Lost A Knife Fight To Every Other Mango In The Bin: eaten upon receipt, its prospects were otherwise grim. Bitter. Might could have used some chili powder but I had none. Napa Cabbage, Single: Washed, chopped, and stir-fried bok choy-style over rice Saturday night, no chances taken.

Celery, sprouting: processed equally across Frozen Soup Bag (henceforth FSB) and snack sticks with the rest of a jar of peanut butter, the remainder in the fridge that outlived the PB dregs is getting chopped and thrown into an avgolemono tonight Jalapeños, Dozen, and Banana Peppers, Half-Dozen: given to a friend in South Philly who's learning to pickle things; friend chopped and jarred them Sunday night. Parsley: even split between FSB and given to aforementioned friend. Cilantro: even split between FSB and cilantro-lime rice, which I served with a generous amount of shreds from the last rotisserie chicken the ACME had last night (the remainder also destined for the avgolemono.) The rice cooker pot needed cleaned so I tried stovetop instead; please clap and also put it in the paper that I did not set off the fire alarm (it was VERY close.) Limes, Several: Used two on the cilantro-lime rice and three in a no-bake key lime pie (currently setting in the fridge) that I threw together on my lunch hour. I still have five. They're starting to shrivel. I feel like blorbo from the math problems.

Blueberries, Two Pints: sorted, survivors washed and frozen; a few were in an utterly horrific tactile state, but the vast majority were in decent shape! Put an unwise but delicious amount into some blueberry muffins Monday evening; there are still so many, but they're safe in the freezer for a few months. Grapes, One Bag: sorted, washed, ate a few handfuls fresh but froze most of them. I might throw them into a cobbler with some of the blueberries [TBD] but only if I don't just eat them all first, I had no idea how delicious they are frozen. Nectarines, Two: cut these up Tuesday morning, they were dry and wretched. Can't win 'em all, I guess. Probably on me for waiting so long. Cucumbers, Two Each of Two Kinds: cut and froze the smaller two, left the larger two in the fridge for Meli. Apples, Two: I think they're still ok but I better act fast.

All of that somehow fit into one paper grocery sack (which I reinforced with a tote bag) and came home with me for just under $7 USD. I feel like I got away with something; especially considering that when I went to ACME last night for a partial restock and pie ingredients, I saw them trying to charge $3.49 for A SINGLE LEMON and almost committed a felony right then and there.

[anxietycreation]

I swear I've never felt a pull towards any deity or divine being like I have towards Dionysus. I find myself relating to so many aspects of him, even though I often feel like I'm not enough of a partier.

I love grapes, they're just so tasty. Cold and crisp from the fridge. I could eat them all the time, I have to limit how many I buy or I'd have no money or fridge space.

I love vines of all kinds, they're so captivating. There's a vine that grows in the garden and I am in love with it. I've wanted a full body vine tattoo since I was very young.

I like wine. My favourite drinks are sweet, I love a sweet red wine. I've never been a big drinker and I've got a complicated relationship with alcohol, but I'm particularly fond of red wine.

When I drink the line between ecstasy and madness can be pretty blurred. I might be dancing and flirty and joyful one second, only to be distressed and sobbing in the rain the next. For my own sanity, I limit my drinking when I'm not doing so well mentally.

I'm a bit mad, which is to say I'm mentally ill and neurodivergent. I've been struggling with my mental health since I was young. I find myself feeling a little detached from the world at times.

I'm creative. I love to draw, paint, stitch, and carve. I've always loved making things and I find it calming and regulating to create something. I love making costumes, doing costume makeup, and pretending to be a variety of characters to tell a story.

Death and rebirth feels like a pattern in my life. When I'm struggling mentally I'm often pretty dormant, especially in the winter. As I recover I feel reborn again and thrive again.

Health and Divination are both things I am drawn to. I've built a life around helping others and supporting comfort and healing as much as possible. Tarot was my gateway into paganism which eventually led to me exploring Hellenistic Paganism.

I am queer, trans, and polyamorous. I don't think much more needs to be said there. The effeminate, bisexual, god with orgiastic worship is pretty familiar here.

I can be wrathful, it's typically aimed at myself but I've been known to lash out when hurt. My wrath is truly evident when my loved ones are targeted. I might hesitate to confront someone for myself but I absolutely will let loose to defend another.

So on one hand I'm not a big partier or drinker but I see a lot of myself in him anyway. Focusing less on media portrayals and the way people talked about him growing up has me being kinder to myself about it.

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Guest Check | Rolling Boil

An introduction to the new vibe of the Restaurant AU

Nina was not a good cook. She found planning out a meal to be an exhausting task. Her go to was pasta with veggie, protein and cheese. Tonight was penne with spinach, feta and a couple eggs cracked into the pan. Salt, pepper, garlic and onion powder (she hated chopping fresh, always too chunky) and occasional mixed herb. She'd eat a small bowl and fill a plastic container with the rest where it would inevitably rot.

Her mum always hassled her about wasting food. Eating was just hard sometimes almost as exhausting as figuring out what to eat. She'd subsist on crips, grapes and biscuits if she could.

She grabbed another handful of popcorn from the bowl on the coffee table. Some scandinavian crime show played on the TV. She'd watched so many she could follow along without reading the subtitles, just hearing the inflections in their voices.

It was helpful when she kept having to field texts from Simon, Kyle and John. John checking in because she'd called out sick the past three days. Kyle offering to bring her something to eat, he knew she wasn't sick. And Simon...

Her phone dinged. A dick pic from Simon. A picture is worth a thousand words but Simon's only meaning was "Can I come over?"

She frowned as she looked at the picture. It was taken outside, in the back parking lot of the restaurant. The lighting was almost romantic if she didn't know it was just the light above the back door. Taking a dick pic during his smoke break, seemed typical for him.

Kyle sent another text. Offering to pick up Thai and ice cream. She might have called off for the past three days but she hadn't left her flat in a week. He'd stopped by a few days earlier with sandwiches and pastries from Los Vaqueros Bakery. He was so doting it made her feel guilty.

He'd come by on her bad days. Curl up with her on the couch or in bed. Bring or make her dinner. Eat her out till she came at least twice.

Simon would come over just to hear his hips smack against her ass. Simon who'd fucked her in pub bathrooms and the backseat of his car. Simon who had to be convinced to stay the night and when he did would wake her up just to flip her on her stomach to fuck again. He wasn't a bad lover or even inattentive just not intimate.

She thought about telling both of them no and spending the night with her vibrator and a smutty romance book.

She raised herself from the couch and went to grab a package of biscuits from the cabinet. Still staring at her phone screen.

'I think I'm just going to go to bed' she texted Kyle before liking Simon's photo.

An hour later his hips were smacking against her ass, one hand gripping her waist while the other played between her legs. He was grunting loudly. She wrapped her arms around a pillow, moaning softly. She liked when he was rough. He had enough stamina that she could let her thoughts slip out like water from a sponge.

She didn't have to worry about any romantic feelings or guilt. It was simply sex.

"Put leftovers in the fridge for ya," he said, giving her ass a slap. He always smoke on the balcony between rounds. She could feel his cum dripping out of her. She dragged herself up and into the bathroom. She'd just finished cleaning up before he had her pressed against the sink, holding her chin to look into the mirror as he moved her limbs as he wished. Part of her wished she'd asked Gaz to come over instead.

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[vixen525]

In Blaine Sight

A borrower style small person discovers there's things more dangerous than humans.

Warning for: Violence, Fear, Blood

Most of this will be posted to my side blog, but I will start duping some stories here on my main.

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Blaine had been fond of where he had lived before. The previous apartment building had quite a thriving community. Sure, he was the sole resident of the walls of apartment 5, but he could easily go to the floors beneath the hall to visit the other little people. They even had long established trading spots, neutral zones where everyone could exchange resources, as different apartments had different benefits. But then came the dog.

Moving to a new home was always a challenge, but the last place no longer worked for Blaine. The small man sighed as he hauled the heavy pack up. Why did they have to get a terrier? That little dog had sniffed him out immediately and took a snap at him! The world was so dangerous when you were in the same size range as a mouse. It had been lonely since he had taken up residence in a new apartment building. He knew it took time for other little people to get established in a new building. No mouse holes as shortcuts and modern building methods made it harder to establish new paths. But he was up to the job. He liked to keep busy. 

He started near an outlet. One he had chosen very carefully, the one behind the refrigerator. Easy access to the kitchen while being hidden behind the large appliance. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Good sign. Meant it was in use. He took a small peek into his new territory, though the huge fridge which kept him safely hidden also blocked his view. He took note of the fine layer of dust on the floor. In use, but not regularly cleaned. Perfect. He pulled out the bent nail he had attached to some wood to use as a pickaxe and got to work.

Weeks later Blaine had not only made a small opening to access the main apartment, but had set up several climbing areas and spots to peek out once he knew where picture frames, shelves and the like were positioned. He’d seen the people living here a few times. Rather different. If they weren’t terrifying huge humans he might call them good looking. Both had dark hair, although the pale one’s had a different texture to it than the other guy.  Had a familiar look, reminding him of some people seen on tv. The pale one seemed to prefer going out at night. Blaine had watched for when they ate so he could steal scraps off their plates in the sink, but that one hadn’t eaten at home even once. But the other had good taste in food. That one looked to be part Asian, if Blaine remembered the right words for that look. He didn’t always know all the human terms. Blaine managed to snag a grape that rolled under the fridge while they were snacking. Fresh fruit was wonderful to have. Another time Blaine got a piece of roast quail off a plate in the sink. It was amazing! He was already fond of that one. Had good taste in food and didn’t wash plates off immediately. 

Of course, he would never let them see the fact they had a third roommate in the walls. Humans were too dangerous. He’d heard the stories from other little people, rodentfolk, and such. Some said the big folk would even eat bitty folk like them. Of course that was almost certainly a lie, but he very much believed they would capture them, experiment on them, even keep them like a pet. Humans were curious and he had seen some of them fascinated by rodents, lightning bugs, and other small creatures. It didn’t always end well for the creatures. 

Still, even if he couldn’t trust humans it was almost… comforting to not be completely alone. Little people usually did these sort of expansions into new locations with a few folks, not just one. But Blaine had been forced to move immediately. At least so far Blaine enjoyed the work, and listening to the roommates on the outside of the wall made him feel not alone.

Maybe once he got more paths and openings established other little people would be willing to move in. Blaine liked the idea of being the reason there was a new, safe place for his kind to live. He was already starting on a new pathway leading to a higher area! He was actually making a sloped path to the counter so it would be easier to get food up and down from there… 

He was actually starting to examine an outlet to see if it could be altered to double as a hidden door when he heard the roommates in the kitchen talking. He was pretty sure it was the one called Ty talking, “Hey Finlay, the popsicle sticks disappeared from the craft supplies I was going to give to the neighbor down the hall for her kids. Have you seen them?” 

As Blaine peeked through the hole near the outlet, he heard the pale one shouting back, “Dammit Ty, I’m calling you by your new name. Stop calling me that. I told you before it’s just Finn now. And I haven’t seen the dang popsicle sticks. Why you wasting money on that anyway? I thought we were supposed to be laying low a while.” 

Ty rolled his eyes, “Sorry Finn, your change was much more recent. And laying low doesn’t mean I can’t be nice. I was hoping giving them some craft materials would keep them busy so you wouldn’t be as likely to get headaches from that sensitive hearing of yours.”

Finn seemed to pause at that, reconsidering, “Oh… hadn’t thought of that. But these walls seem better than the last place. The noise hasn’t been a problem lately. I think one of the neighbors may be doing woodworking or crafting though. If it wasn’t such a new place, I’d assume a mouse… But anyway, haven’t seen the sticks. Anything else missing?”

Blaine was frowning after hearing that. The guy’s hearing was really that good? At least he assumed it was a neighbor’s hobby and not a rodent. But he’d have to be more careful. Space out the work, try to time it for when that guy was out. He missed what Ty said about missing stuff… He already knew taking the popsicles sticks for the walkways may have been pushing things a bit. He’d have to get stuff from some neighboring apartments for a bit to let things die back down here.

A few days later Blaine was working on making a hidden doorway for himself on the counter while Finn was out for the night. He was certain Ty was sound asleep at the moment, so it was the perfect timing. He could work on weaving thread into sturdier ropes when Finn was home. Blaine slipped out onto the counter to check that when it was closed, it blended in with the counter. He backed up a few steps, admiring his handiwork. He really was doing a great job getting set up. The next little person to come to this building would be able to stay with him and thrive easily while more access points were developed in neighboring apartments. 

Blaine yelped in surprise when the front door swung open with Finn rushing in, blood covering his mouth. He had someone leaning on him, their neck a bloody mess. Finn called out to Ty, currently red eyes glancing over the open floor plan before focusing on Ty’s bedroom. Blaine broke from his panic, rushing to the side of the counter and hooking a string-rope on the side, sliding down to the floor quickly to get to the door behind the fridge as Finn called out to Ty.

The tiny man was breathing heavily as he leaned against the wall. No wonder Finn could hear noises in the wall. He wasn’t human. Blaine had seen such things on tvs, obvious works of fiction… but this was reality. Finn was a vampire. Blaine listened as Finn asked for help bandaging up the person he bit. Well, while it was nice to hear the vampire didn’t like to kill to feed, that didn’t mean such kindnesses would extend to him. Hopefully when he looked around to see if Ty was up he hadn’t noticed Blaine… If he had been seen, the risk was huge. The only way vampires could have remained a myth to not only humans but also little people was if they were incredibly careful about guarding their secret. Which meant if Finn figured out a little person living in the walls knew, he would likely be killed to guard that secret. 

Blaine took a couple deep breaths. There were no signs yet that Finn had seen him. He seemed too concerned with dealing with the injured person. So it wasn’t safe for Blaine to stay at this apartment… He would have to start scouting out the nearby ones. He couldn’t rush this or he might slip up. As much as he wanted to leave immediately, slow and steady was far better.

He made his way back up to one of the elevated platforms, peeking through a tiny hole. Looked like they got the person’s neck wrapped up and were discussing assuring nothing was told to anyone. This was a bit concerning… Was it some sort of psychic power? Magic? Or were they just going to drug the person? None of those sounded good for Blaine’s situation. Psychic would mean higher chances of being caught. Magic would mean more options for imprisonment or experimenting. And drugs… they couldn’t properly dose a little person meaning death would be the only option for maintaining the secret. It was scary to consider something like psychic powers or magic could be real, but he couldn’t discount anything anymore.

Blaine watched Ty come to the kitchen, getting a cup of water to offer the person. Ty paused, sniffing the air. Blaine frowned. Ty clearly knew Finn wasn’t human… and Ty ate all the time so wasn’t a vampire. What if he was something non-human as well? If vampires were a secret, no telling what else may be too… and may also have enhanced senses. Moving to a different apartment’s walls would take time… So Blaine would be here a while to at least have access to food until he made access to more places. He had used up the food he brought with him for this move, so options were limited. 

Blaine was relieved when Ty walked away. Maybe he was just being paranoid about Ty possibly also being something scarier than human. Maybe the trashcan had an odor. He needed to stay calm. Panic would only lead to mistakes. The small man took a deep breath. He had a lot of work to do to make access points to other homes. He had barely been able to manage getting in other apartments and rooms by squeezing under doors so far. But such high risk, exposed movements weren't ideal. He needed to restrict where he had access points set up. Where he had better odds of staying hidden. 

Blaine spent more time listening to the roommates over the next couple days. Trying to pick up any hints he had been spotted, or any indication that Ty may also be non-human. The situation was so stressful. Because he wasn’t going under doors to reach extra locations anymore, building supplies to make more access was hard. But the kitchen had the most important things. 

It was night again, when Ty was asleep and Finn was out… Perfect time to check the plates for scraps of food. The hidden wall door slid open with ease. He was so glad he took the time to assure it was well hidden. Blaine looked around. Lights were out as he expected. It was hard to see, but the safest time to do this. Carefully, quietly he ventured out. He reached the sink and secured a rope to the faucet to assure he could get out if he slipped. 

Then he heard a voice from next to the counter.

 “What a curious little thing you are. Since I saw you the other day when I came home I’ve been pondering what you might be. I already figured out you must be the source of the sounds I heard. But you’ve been more quiet lately… Wasn’t hard to guess you worked out schedules and were taking advantage of them. So what are you? A brownie? A hob? Perhaps an imp, a sprite, or a tomte. So many tiny folks of legend… the similarities in stories should have been a hint there was some truth to it.” 

Hearing Finn’s voice, Blaine was starting to panic. The vampire must have sat with his back to the cabinets where he couldn’t be seen. Waited until Blaine was too far into the open to get back to his hidden door. Still, Blaine had to try. Surely if the vampire caught him, it would kill him to keep his secret. So he very slowly took a step, figuring a quicker way out of reach would be to drop between the counter and fridge. He heard Finn’s voice again, “Oh? Stepping away from the sink before you go after food? Your steps sound quieter… You know I can hear either way.” 

Okay. Sneaking back to hiding wasn’t going to work. He would have to rely on his speed and hope the vampire wasn’t faster to get up and reach him. Blaine bolted, unraveling his makeshift rope as he ran and preparing to put the hook on the edge of the counter. He could see movement to his side but didn’t dare look at the vampire standing. Looking may slow him down. 

Then he slammed into something. Thin, clear plastic. The aim of it coming down over him hadn’t been perfect, one leg was now pinned under the edge of the container. He had seen these before… big people used them to store food for later. And now a hand had one clamped down over him. It shifted slightly to a different position, no longer pinning his leg. But he couldn’t stand… his leg was really sore now. Finn was staring at him through the plastic, “Sorry pipsqueak. Couldn’t have you running off without a chat… Didn’t mean to get your leg.”

Blaine watched the container lift away and a hand come near him. He tensed, expecting this to be the end… but a finger just gently touched his leg, as if checking it. Probably making sure he can’t run away. Finn was speaking again, “Okay. Doesn’t seem broken. Probably pretty bruised though. So little fella, can you speak? I suppose if you can’t object I could just pick you up for a closer loo…” Blaine interrupted, “Don’t!” 

He saw Finn smile. Blaine didn’t like that, the vampire showing off his fangs. But it didn’t seem malicious, yet, “So you can speak… I certainly hope you haven’t said anything to anyone about what you saw… That would be most unfortunate.” Blaine was shaking a bit, “I can’t have told anyone! I'm the only person in this building!! Just… let me go!” Blaine pleaded… but also felt sure it was completely hopeless. There was no way Finn was going to let him go, not when he knew his secret. Blaine closed his eyes tight as a massive hand came down towards him once more.

Blaine expected to have his life quickly ended… and was surprised to just have a finger lightly prod him, as if confirming bow real he is. Blaine opens his eyes, looking up at Finn. The man was just… staring at him. Apparently thinking. Blaine was so scared of what kind of conclusion the vampire would reach. All he could do was wait and listen as Finn talked, “I’m not exactly happy about you saying you are the only person here, as if I’m not a person. Not exactly kind wording. But I’ll ignore that for now… But at least it means my secret is still safe. But it still leaves the issue of the fact I don’t like people knowing my secret.”

Finn took a deep breath, “Ty is the only one who currently knows that isn’t also a vampire. I tend to avoid killing when I can… But I am also finding it difficult to think of a way to keep you from telling anyone. Other than the fact you also clearly keep your existence a secret.” Finn sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Damn complicated situations… I don’t really currently have the means to exactly keep you… So we have to come to an understanding.”

Finn leaned onto the counter close to Blaine, staring down at him and causing Blaine to shudder. “Your coexistence inside homes leans me towards the stories of my own land, back when I was there. When I was human. You haven’t stated a preference for species name so I’ll lean towards hob for the time being. Your kind, whatever you are… For there not to be anything beyond stories to indicate your existence… You must be existing in secrecy like my kind. Which is what makes me think we might reach an understanding.” Blaine was hesitant, but nodded, “An understanding is good…” Finn smiled, flashing those fangs again, “Excellent. Since you don’t seem to socialize with regular sized folks, I am hopeful this means you won’t go blabbing about what I am. I can keep my mouth shut about you if you can do the same for me. That seems fair enough, doesn’t it?”

Finn leaned over even closer to Blaine, clearly purposely trying to intimidate the little person, “Oh, and if you try to sneak away, move to a different apartment or building, I’m going to assume you are planning to expose me and track you down. I will be a lot less friendly. I can move silent enough you’ll never hear me coming. I can punch through bricks to get to any hiding spot. So until I say otherwise, I better hear you in the walls at least once a day, understand?” Blaine gulped and nodded. He had been planning to relocate to a different apartment as soon as he learned the truth… but it sounded like that was no longer an option. “I… I understand. I won’t run away.” 

Finn straightened himself back up. “Excellent. Just to keep it a fair demand, I’ll make sure there’s food and drink accessible regularly. I assume you can handle anything else you need.” Blaine nodded slowly. He was really not liking this ultimatum. He wanted to move to a different place, get far, far away from this scary fella… but he had no choice. If he fled he would be hunted down.

Blaine cocked his head as he saw Finn move, hearing the sound of a drawer opening. Blaine wasn’t sure what he was doing. But it probably wasn’t good for him. Blaine flinched as he saw a large pair of scissors set on the counter near him… That was extremely concerning… The box of matches that followed was less so, but still not good. He wanted to run… but the vampire would likely grab him if he did. He needed to wait until the monster allowed him to leave. The last thing set near him… napkin? That made very little sense… unless it was to be used as firestarter and the vampire intended to burn him alive. A horrific thought.

Blaine watched the scissors get picked up, then the napkin being cut into thin strips. Definitely firestarter. Blaine closed his eyes. This was going to be so painful… He felt something touch his leg and opened an eye. He was… holding the match next to his leg? How weird. He glanced up, watching the vampire lift the match to the scissors and clip it short. This… didn’t make any sense. Why was he cutting the match? Blaine used his good leg to start scooting away while the vampire was busy, but the vampire’s hand came behind his back and Blaine froze. “Please remain still for the moment,” Finn said simply. Blaine had no choice…

What happened next made even less sense. Finn wrapped the thin strip of napkin around Blaine’s leg… then lined up the wooden part of the matchsticks to his leg and continued wrapping. It was… a splint. The vampire was making a splint for his sprain.  Finn started talking as he worked. “While this certainly isn’t a perfect match for when I treated a bat injured by a stray cat, I think the prior experience is sufficient that it won't be too tight. Since it’s my fault you got this sprain, the least I should do is assure you can still move around with it.” 

Finn straightened himself and gestured, “Try it out. I can trim the wood shorter if needed, but I tried to line it up to walk on properly.” Blaine hesitated, but stood. The splint was surprisingly usable. He may have to shave it down a tad with his own blade, but it was definitely good enough to get him behind the wall. “Uh… yeah… it’s… it’s a good enough support to get around…” Blaine said, glancing at Finn. Finn smirked slightly, “Want me to help you to the ground? Or are you going to use the little door you hid in the wall on the counter?” Blaine frowned. He didn’t like that Finn saw the door location… but if he was already aware of it, no reason not to use it. So he limped over to the door, quickly vanishing behind the walls again.

As Blaine made his way across the platform he built to some of his supplies, only one thing kept running through his mind: How was he going to handle a situation where he had been spotted but couldn’t run away?

[mrsjellymunson]

Hi kittie Hope you're well

Imagine going on a picnic date with eddie after the food he lays his head back on your thighs you softy begin to place flowers in his hair

A Crown For Your King

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

WC: ~950 || CW: None, other than mentions of food (no descriptions of eating), although this is extraordinarily fluffy so if you’re worried about dental caries perhaps take heed 😉 || A/N: Oh, this is such a lovely idea @celestialbat! I hope you like it 💗 Also, how could I possibly pass up the opportunity to reshare this insanely beautiful and rather gloriously appropriate piece of art by @themultiverseofmars 😉😘

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Eddie’s not usually one for cuteness and fluff - he’d normally take someone to The Hideout, or spend time in his van out by Lover’s Lake. Not because he doesn’t want to, more because he doesn’t know how, and can’t take the risk of embarrassing himself.

But with you, it’s different.

Before you, he reckons he wouldn’t’ve known how to be romantic if his life depended on it. But now, he’s finding he loves to do things to make you laugh, to make you blush, even just to make you smile, and he doesn’t even care if he makes himself look like an idiot.

So today, he’s packed up as much of a romantic picnic as he can manage. He’s borrowed a basket and cooler from Steve, along with some tips on what to pack, after he admitted he was just going to get Twinkies and chips from Melvald’s. Steve’s even let him raid his fridge for a few things.

He’s shaken out the blankets from the back of his van, and has brought a few throw pillows from the trailer, so you’ll have something comfortable to sit on. There’s camping plates and cutlery, usually reserved for Wayne’s fishing trips, so you don’t have to pick things out of packets, and he’s bought your favourite soda. He’s even folded kitchen paper into bird-like shapes, so they stand up on their own - fancy.

You think he’s just taking you to the local park, maybe collecting something from Benny’s on the way, but he surprises you, swinging the van along one of the exit roads to a ‘secret spot’ outside of town.

It’s a pretty meadow, down a quiet lane, filled with tall grass and wildflowers.

He takes your hand and helps you down from the cab with a polite ‘my dear’, and insists on carrying everything himself, even though you offer to help (and, as you suspected he might, he almost trips twice).

He chooses a patch of meadow that’s more grass than flowers, explaining he ‘doesn’t want to hurt them’, and lays a blanket out for you both before opening up the cooler.

You can’t believe he’s gone to all this effort. There’s cold meats and cheeses, small tomatoes, carrot batons, berries, nuts, apple slices and a few grapes. And because he can’t forego the snack food, there’s also pretzels, breadsticks and, yes, chips.

You think it’s wonderful. You think he’s wonderful. And the two of you spend an idyllic afternoon snacking and chatting and laughing and holding each other’s hands.

Once most of the food is gone, you help him to pack away the leftovers and encourage him to lie down, insisting he deserves a rest after all he’s done today.

He smiles softly at you, and says he will, but,

“Only if I can choose the best pillow in the state.”

Confused, you look around at the worn cushions he’s brought from the trailer, and he smirks as he drops down onto his elbows and wriggles himself backwards to place his messy mop into your lap. He twists his head back and forth a couple of times, settling, humming to himself, mumbling,

“Mmmm, definitely the best pillow in the state. No wait, the country!”

You chuckle down at him as he peeps up at you with those coffee brown eyes you love so much, and run your fingers through his bangs.

You enjoy the weight and warmth of him resting against you as you talk about everything and nothing, and Eddie begins to doze in the afternoon sun. He stirs a little as he feels you periodically lean to one side, but thinks nothing of it.

He feels you playing with his hair again, and thinks he might just be in paradise. Surely, there’s no reason why the two of you couldn’t stay like this forever?

But then something unfamiliar tickles his cheek, and he opens one eye to see you leaning over him, examining a bright yellow buttercup before you cock your head sideways and appraise him, squinting a little.

Placing it into his hair between a poppy and a daisy, he sees the tip of your tongue poke out as you adjust it before leaning back and admiring your handiwork.

He brings a hand up to his hairline, gently and carefully so as not to dislodge anything, and discovers he has quite an array of blooms adorning his waves.

You reach into your bag and pull out your Polaroid camera, wanting to capture his beautiful visage. Taking a couple of snaps, you place them face down on the blanket to develop as Eddie gleefully makes grabby hands, wanting to take a picture of his own. He hadn’t even realised you’d brought it, and he’s not missing this opportunity.

You won’t know until the picture develops, but the sun that’s now setting behind you is giving you a glorious halo that Eddie thinks makes you look like a heavenly being. He decides that if he can capture even a tenth of your ethereal beauty in a photo, he’ll keep it close to his heart forever.

❤️

Optional ending:

Just as you’re thinking this is definitely the best picnic, and possibly the best afternoon, of your life, one of the daisies bends a little, and something small drops from one of the petals.

It’s a tiny green caterpillar, and it tickles him as it squirms against Eddie’s temple.

Bats, rats, skulls and devils don’t bother this metal-loving freak, but real-life creepy crawlies? That’s a whole different story, and a massive nope.

He leaps up, thrashing wildly at the beautiful display you’d made, the colourful petals and bright green stalks flying everywhere and showering you both like confetti as his feet get tangled up in the blanket and he squeals,

“AAAAAHH!! Bug!! BUG!!”

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Disclaimer: IDK what wildflowers grow in Indiana so I’ve gone with ones I do know 😜 Also, a couple of these things are based on my own experiences, but I will only divulge which if you ask very, very nicely… 😉

And, if you’d like to see a Steddie-fied version of this, because I just couldn’t help myself, stay tuned….

Tagging my general list, which is very much open: @joejoequinnquinn @jamdoughnutmagician @curlyjoequinn @madaboutmunson @airen256 @sunshinepeachx @the-unforgivenn @skrzydlak @comeonatmebruh @jamiecb66 @80s-addict @abellmunsonmovie @definitionwanderlust @sheneedsrocknroll92 @munson-blurbs @wonderlanddreamer @daisy-munson @maedesculpaeusoubi @kurdtbean

[waxxl0ver]

You want fanfic ideas, right? How about one where Lester finds a baby raccoon and tries to convince his brothers to let him keep it?

Thank you Mickey for my first request!!!

Lester’s kit

Lester rubs his eyes as the morning sun hits his eyes. He yawned and decided to turn on the radio for the morning news. While fiddling with the radio he feels a bump in the road. “‘Nother dead animal.” He thought to himself. He pulls over the car and gets out. He walks over towards the animal corpse. It was a dead raccoon, he picked it up and threw it into the truck. He starts walking back into the truck. He opens the door. “Squeek squeek!” and stops. He turns around and looks around. “Hello? Anyone out there” “squeeeeek!” He starts to walk off the dirt path and looks around in the woods. “Squeeeeeeek!” He looks down, the noise is coming from a log. He bends down and looks inside. “My god” it’s a baby raccoon! A little kit scared, cold and hungry. He reaches over and lets the little kit smell his scent. “Hey it’s okay little guy I ain’t gonna hurt ya’.” The little kit slowly walks out. He was dirty and you could see his tiny ribs. Lester’s heart breaks into millions of pieces. That raccoon that he had picked up was the baby’s mother. He quickly scoops up the kit and speed walks over to his truck. He takes his jacket off and wraps the baby in it. “Here, little guy. Is that better” he pets the raccoon’s head and the kit purrs. “You poor thing.” Lester puts his seatbelt on and puts the car in drive. Bo was putting new tools into his truck to restock his gas station as Lester pulled up. “Lester the fuck you doin’ home.” He says. Lester gets out of the car with the jacket. “Bo! Look!” Bo looks at the jacket and raises an eyebrow. “Yeah it’s a jacket” Lester pulls the jacket back a bit and the baby kit pokes his head out. “No. No no no no, put that dirty thing back.” Says Bo. “But he’s an orphan and he’s just a lil’ guy!” Lester cried to Bo. “Lester! We already have Jonesy. She’s enough” he says sternly. “Booooo! Jus’ look at' em!” Lester cries to him. Bo looks at the baby kit and he’s giving him the biggest sad eyes he ever saw. He sighs “your promise to let ‘em free once there an adult.” He says defeated. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Lester excitedly yells. “Fine, keep him outta my room” Bo felt ganged up on. Lester rushed inside and walked into the bathroom and started a warm bath for the little kit. “Squeeeeek!” The little coon cried. “Don’t worry lil’ guy. You're gonna feel way better after this” Lester picks up the tiny kit and places him into the bathtub. He uses Bo’s fancy shampoo to wash the baby as the kit protests against this tourist bath! Lester finishes up and takes a warm towel to wrap him with. “See all better little guy.” The door creaks open and a certain puppy nose peeks through. Lester opens the rest of the door and lets Jonesy in. She stares at the baby raccoon and slowly walks up to him. The baby raccoon also stares at her. They both exchange some sniffs. The baby kit reached out and touched Jonesy’s nose. She dramatically howls and gives the baby a lick. Lester chuckles and gets up from the floor. He walks downstairs and Jonesy follows. He puts the raccoon on the counter and looks in the fridge. “Hmmmm I wonder what you would like to eat” he found some grapes. “Perfect!” He turns around to see Vincent and the baby raccoon staring down at each other. “Vinny, you like my new friend,” Lester says. Vincent nods and signs to him *your a mother now, I’m so proud* Lester rolls his eyes and gives the baby some grapes. He munches down on the grapes and makes some loud noises while he eats them. The raccoons let’s put a tiny burp in satisfaction with his little feast. The baby raccoon lifts his tiny paws in the air for Lester to pick him up. He obliged and picked Maur Maur up. The baby let’s out a tiny yawn and falls asleep in Lester's arms.

[tripl3ts-sturni0l0]

Tearful Confessions

Prompt : Y/N has been close with the triplets since she was ten years old, especially Matt. Y/N has feelings for Matt and doesn't uncover them until a heated argument with Nick. After a while of hiding her feelings, Y/N explosively confesses her love to Matt

Cw: Swearing, arguing, anxiety, crying, angst, kissing. Little cringe

Y/N's POV:

I have known the triplets since I was ten. We have all been through a lot together. Middle school, puberty, breakups, Nick coming out, you name it, and we've been through it together.

I love all three of the boys, I connect with them all differently. Nick was the one I first met in the 5th grade, instantly becoming my best friend. Then he, of course, introduced me to his brothers, and I became friends with all of them. Especially with Matt.

Matt and I's relationship has always been a little more than friends. At least, that's what Nick says. We would cuddle, watch movies, go for rides, and would do everything together. I never really thought too much into it. I just knew I had a certain feeling when I was with him, and I loved it.

We were eighteen, and the boys were doing really well on YouTube, I was so proud of them. However, with them getting so big and having to do so much, sometimes I'd get to spend less time with them. It made me sad, but I was so excited for them.

Having so much pressure on them definitely took a toll on my relationship with them, especially Nick. One day, we got into a little argument that got blown out of proportion because we were both stressed out and frustrated with each other. Chris was downstairs in his bedroom, and Matt had left to go on a date with some girl he had been talking to for a while.

I was in Nick's room, and we got into an argument about a guy Nick was talking to. I believed that the guy wasn't good enough for Nick and that Nick should end things before it got too serious. He disagreed, and we ended up arguing.

"I don't get why you're defending him so much, Nick! He's a stupid guy get the fuck over it. A new guy is gonna come, and he's gonna be so much better for you!" I yelled at him. He rolled his eyes at me. " Maybe you should tell yourself that Y/N!" Nick yelled back.

"What's that supposed to mean?! I'm not the one hung up on a guy who's never gonna feel the same way!" I yelled back angrily. I definitely hit a nerve because I could see the hurt flash in his eyes before he yelled back at me.

"Really? You're not hung up on a guy that's never gonna feel the same way? Tell me, where is Matt right now, Y/N? He's out with another girl. Before you say you guys are just friends and that you don't have feelings for my brother, know that I can see it in your eyes. You are so in love with him, and you don't even realize it! You have been in love with him for years, and you won't even admit it to yourself! You guys know every tiny detail about each other, you hang out all the time, you even fucking cuddle. That's not what friends do Y/N, and guess what? Now it's too fucking late because he found someone else. So don't talk to me about a guy not feeling the same way about me because you're in the same position, too!" He yelled.

I stood there stunned for a couple of moments, my chest burning. I could feel my chest tightening and my breathing becoming more constricted. I stormed out of Nick's room, heading to the kitchen. I was beyond pissed off, and I was trying to calm myself down.

All I could think about is how Nick told me that I love Matt. I would know if i was in love with him. Nick doesn't know what he's talking about! I decided to take a water bottle from the fridge in the hopes it would help me feel better as my nerves calmed down.

I opened the fridge and saw oatmeal cookies in a glass container with a note written from Matt.

Y/N,

I made oatmeal raisin cookies, and I know how much you hate raisins, so I made a batch just for you without the raisins. I still think your a wimp for not eating the raisins. You love grapes, so why won't you try raisins? Their just dried grapes. You're a pain in the ass, enjoy your cookies loser. Love you.

-Matt

As I read the note my hands started to shake and I dropped the glass container, it shattering all over the floor. Tears we're spilling out of my eyes as my mind finally clicked everything together.

"You guys know everything about each other!"

" I know how much you hate raisins"

"You're so in love with him you don't even realize it!"

"Love you"

My chest tightend so hard and my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. I was so in my own head right then, I didn't even really pay attention to Chris and Nick running into the kitchen to see what happened.  There was glass all over the floor and I was a sobbing mess as I came to the realization I had been in love with Matt for all those years.

" Y/N! What's wrong? Say something!" Chris said as I crouched down on the floor clutching Matt's note to my chest as I sobbed. Nick ran over to me " Y/N breathe. It's gonna be okay."

I shook my head and tried to breathe as I said. " You were right" to Nick. "No, I wasn't, I was a dick because I was mad. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean any of it." He said. I take a deep breath and finally tell him.

" Nick. I love him. What am I gonna do? I love him and it's too late." I sob into Nick's shoulder. He rubs my back and calms me down. "I know, honey. He'll find his way to you I promise. You have to tell him how you feel." He said. "I can't do that he's with another girl now. I want him to be happy, Nick. Even if it means I'm not." I said.

Chris and Nick helped clean up the glass mess that was all over the floor. I finally got myself together after a little while and Matt came back home. I dreaded seeing him agian, especially after realizing that it has always been him. My eyes were still swollen and puffy from crying for so long.

"What's up loser? How was - oh my god what happened, Y/N?" Matt said as he rushed over to me, cupping my face in his hands gently. Normally I would've found his touch so comforting, since it was something I craved. After what I had been though, it just made me feel worse.

I hated lying to Matt, but I absolutely could not confess my love for him, especially not after him going on a date. " It's nothing, Nick and I got onto a fight earlier. We're good now, but we were both pretty upset." I told him.

His fingers caressed my cheeks as he listened to me. "You could've called me, I would've come back and got you. We could've went somewhere to cheer you up or something. You shouldn't have to be upset all on your own. I know how bad it can get for you." He said.

I felt a pang of hurt in my chest as I remembered what he had been doing. "I didn't want to interupt your date Matt. Anyways how was it?" I asked him. He shook his head at me as he let go of my face and sat down next to me. "Doesn't matter. I still would've came back and got you. I could've rescheduled, you're really important to me Y/N. You know I love you." He said to me.

Hearing him tell me he loved me felt different. Because at this point, I wished he felt the love I had for him. I wished he'd feel that way for me too. I knew he wouldn't feel that way for me, especially with another girl in the picture.

"What was she like?" I asked, changing the subject. He smiled and leaned back in his chair. "She's great, Y/N. I think we could have a long term relationship if we really tried." He replied. It took everything in me to be brave and not let him know how much he was breaking my heart. I put on a fake smile and said, "That's great, Matt. I'm so happy for you." He leaned over and hugged me. "I can always count on you to support me with everything, Y/N. Thank you." He said.

I got up, getting ready to say my goodbyes to Nick and Chris before I headed home. " Hey, Y/N. Did you see the cookies in the fridge I made you? Their your favorite. Oatmeal." Matt said before I walked away. "Yeah I had a little accident and dropped the container earlier. Nick and Chris helped me clean it up." I told him.

He laughed and shook his head. " I swear you're the clumsiest person on this planet. Be careful going home. Text me when you get there. " He said, kissing the top of my head and heading to his room.

I went home that night and cried until my heart was content. I loved a boy who was falling for someone else. There was nothing I could do but hope that one day he'd change his mind.

Six months had gone by since then and Matt and his girlfriend were still together. I had distanced myself from him out of respect for his girlfriend and for my sake. I could barely be near him anymore without feeling like I was gonna burst into tears.

I was hanging out with Nick on the couch watching a movie when suddenly the door slammed. Nick and I both jolted and saw Matt storm in and run upstairs, tears running down his face. "You should talk to him, Y/N" Nick said. I got up and went up to Matt's room, knocking at his door.

"Not right now Chris!" He yelled, sadness evident in his voice. "It's not Chris, please let me in so I can talk to you." I said. After a few short moments he walked over to the door and opened it. I could see the tears running down his cheeks and his eyes were swollen and red. I frowned as he pulled me into a hug.

"What happened, Matt?" I asked him, gently rubbing his back to soothe him. He took a deep breath. " She cheated on me. I just broke things off with her." He replied. Some sick part of me was super happy about this because then I'd possibly have a chance with him. I comforted him.

Weeks had gone by and Matt was back to his usual self agian and we were hanging out just like we used to. We were in the car going for a ride. "God I missed this so much. Missed you so much." He said patting my knee as he drove. "I missed you too" I said.

"I need your advice on something." He said. "Okay, ask me." I replied. "I know it's only been a few weeks since my messy breakup, but there's this girl I've been talking to and I think I might be kinda into her. Do you think it's too soon?" He questioned. My heart dropped. He would never see me as anything more than a friend. It all hit me at once and I randomly started to cry, right in front of him.

He pulled over into a parking lot, undid his seat belt and leaned over the center console to hug me to his chest. "Hey, why are you upset, Y/N? It's okay, breathe." He tried to console me.

"No I can't breathe Matt! I can't do this anymore! I can't think, I can't sleep, I can't do anything anymore." I yelled at him. "Y/N, it'll be okay. Talk to me, what's going on?" He said. Then, I let it all out. Everything I had felt for the past several months, years even.

" What's going on? So much is going on, Matt! I haven't been able to do anything right for months! Matt, I have kept it bottled up for so long because I don't want to lose you! I am so in love with you. So in love that it makes me fucking sick. I love everything about you. How you notice the little things about me, how you scrunch your nose when you laugh, how you play with your fingers when your nervous. I just love you so much and I didn't realize until it was too late. The day you went on your first date with her, I realized I loved you. All because of the stupid fucking oatmeal cookies! I couldn't fuck anything up for you because I'd rather suffer in silence than see you unhappy. I can't do it anymore, Matt. I love you and it fucking hurts!" I sobbed.

He looked at me stunned for a minute, and I thought for sure he was gonna reject me. Tears welled up in his eyes and he leaned his forehead on mine.

"I have waited since we were ten years old to hear you say that, Y/N.  Since the moment I layed my eyes on you I've wanted nothing more than for you to be mine. I never thought you'd feel the same way, so I tried talking to other girls and dating other girls to numb out the pang in my chest everytime I thought of you. Not a day has went by that I haven't loved you. I love everything about you. I love your dimples when you smile, the little creases by your eyes when you laugh, how your face turns bright red when you get flustered. I love you entirely. Be with me. Cause you're all I've ever wanted." He said as tears ran down his cheeks.

I grabbed his face and brought his lips to mine. The kiss was needy, full of passion and tasted a little salty from our tears. I loved this boy and I was so glad he loved me too.

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Present time:

"Mommy, how did you fall in love with daddy?" My five year old daughter asked me. I smiled down at her and looked into her blue eyes, the ones she got from her father. The eyes I adore so much.

Matt let out a little laugh at her question before picking her up and placing her in his lap. " I fell in love with mommy first, then she fell in love with me when we were older. Then we got married, and now we have you. The best of both of us." He explained to her, kissing her nose.

He scruffed her hair as she climbed off of him and came to stand in front of me. "Is that true mommy?" She asked.

"Sort of. I fell in love with daddy when he baked me oatmeal cookies actually." I said laughing. Matt rolls his eyes and leans over and kisses me, our daughter making a disgusted face at us before she ran off to play.

He smiles into the kiss and says, " I love you, baby." I grin back at him, my heart full of love. " I love you too." I say.

Our tearful confessions led to more than we could have ever imagined. If I could show my eighteen year old self a picture of Matt and I's beautiful girl and tell her it gets better, I would.

Crazy to think all this happened because of some oatmeal cookies.

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Here's another one for Matt!! Requests are open!

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Bonding

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“Dean, I don't understand.” Cas stood in front of the stove in the bunker's kitchen facing Dean with tomato sauce all over his trench coat. 

“It’s alright Cas, cooking is hard.” Dean gave a little chuckle while patting down Cas’s trench coat to clean the sauce. “Next time ask for help if you can’t open something Cas.”

Cas looked at the glass in a pile in the corner with apologetic eyes. He made messes all the time but he liked to be good at stuff, not keep making messes. Sometimes he wondered if Dean liked him a bit less because of his messes. “Do we start the pasta yet?”

“Not quite yet.” Dean said, licking a bit of the sauce off his finger. Dean rinsed off the cloth in the sink and thought about what vegetables to add to the sauce. Dean also decided it was a good idea to get Cas a cooking apron, because more messes were prone to happen. “Bottom drawer beside the fridge, there's some aprons, can you grab one?”

Cas got the apron on the top and held it out and Dean walked over to him and gripped onto the left lapel of his trench coat. Their eyes met and Dean had a smirk as he took off the dirty trench coat. “This has to go in the wash. Do you need me to take off your blazer as well?” Cas looked down at himself without the trench coat. He always felt a bit off without it, like it was something he needed to have comfort and safety. 

“I can take that off.” He would’ve let Dean take off his blazer as well but they were cooking, he didn’t want to get distracted because he actually wanted to learn how to cook so he could feed Jack something other than peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches for every meal. 

“Alright,  put your apron on and then we cut up the veggies. But there's a certain order we have to do this in.” Dean placed Cas’s trench coat and blazer on the table to be put in the wash later and went over to the fridge grabbing whatever vegetables he knew Jack would eat. “Always get the food that Jack will eat cause he’s in his picky era.” Dean teased.

Dean got a carrot and started cutting it up into quarters, showing Cas. Knowing full well Cas didn’t need a hand in cutting vegetables Dean got behind Cas and put the knife in his hand. Dean held onto his hands, helping him cut the carrots, then the zucchini and other vegetables while breathing down the warm air onto Cas’s neck. They started the pasta and started talking about random things, hunting with John, school, growing up with Gabriel and his other brothers and the guilt of not being able to please fathers.

“I guess we both have a case of the daddy issues Cas.” Dean said looking up to Cas’s green eyes. Cas just looked at him confusingly and he looked to the ground. Dean took this as an opportunity and grazed Cas’s Jaw, jerking his head up to look at each other in their own clear classy eyes. 

“I don't understand that Dean.” Dean sighed and rested his head on Cas’s chest under his chin and patted his shoulder.

“It’s alright Cas.” Dean raised his head and kissed Cas’s cheek and then his lips. Dean wrapped both his hands behind Cas’s head taking in every breath and movement before they got interrupted by whispers watching by the doorway.

“Do you want a sister or a brother Jack?” Sam said thoroughly enjoying the moment. Dean left Cas’s lips and started getting the plates ready.

“Oo! I think I want a brother.” Jack smiled so his gap showed and Cas came over lifting him up and putting him in his chair at the table with a placemat with cars.

Together as a family they bonded over dinner, talking about some hunts they could go on, Jack’s day at school and how other hunters were doing, and including how much Jack missed grandpa Bobby.

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30 plants a week

I ate more than 30 plants today without really trying? Here’s how.

Started the day off with breakfast, of course. I can’t miss breakfast; it’s honestly the only thing that gets me out of bed. Had my standard this morning - seeded toast (wheat, sunflower seeds, brown linseeds, pumpkin seeds, golden linseeds, millet and poppy seeds) with peanut butter, plus a glass of orange juice. 

Total: 9

At work, you’ve got to fuel the old brain, and for me that means copious cups of tea. I also have one coffee a day when I’m in the office (no more, as I have to drink it super sweet).

Total: 11

Mid-morning I got the hunger pangs, and my snack for the day was a three-day-out-of-date smoothie that I’d tacked on to a meal deal sandwich ages ago. It’s advertised as strawberry and banana, but the recipe also includes apple, white grapes, orange (boo, my first double!) and blackcurrants.

Total: 16

Time for lunch, and I had some odds and ends of veg slowly fading in the fridge, so I’d made a salad the night before. I roasted brussels sprouts, sweet potato and carrot while the oven was on re-heating my dinner, and added this to a handful of mixed salad leaves (baby green leaf, baby red leaf, baby spinach and rocket). To make sure I wasn’t hungry again before lunch hour even ended, I also added half a packet of Merchant Gourmet’s Jamaican grains, which includes wholegrain rice, pearl barley, bulgur wheat, kidney beans, black beans, pinto beans and quinoa. There’s also a range of veg-based flavourings and spices, but I won’t put them here as some are covered elsewhere and I don’t know the amounts. For added flavour, and because I had the jars open from a recipe at the weekend so they need using up, I added a small handful of black olives and sundried tomatoes. To this, I added a quick dressing, which as well as a bit of salt, olive oil and Dijon mustard, included black pepper and lemon juice.

Total: 34

After work I did the food shop - I could have stretched it out another day or two, except I was running dangerously low on milk and no one wants to see me tea-deprived. For dinner, I followed a Sidekick recipe for Gochu-miso coconut prawn rice. This started with garlic, fresh ginger, gochujang and miso (both soybean based). Added to this, along with rice and prawns, are peas, coconut milk, lime, and coriander. Although the recipe contained peas, otherwise it was pretty low on veg and I like a veg side with dinner just for variety of flavour (and in this case, texture), so I added a simple cucumber salad, spiced up a bit with chilli flakes and sesame seeds, and the leftover lime juice from the main dish.

This evening I also prepared my snack pot for tomorrow's mid-morning hunger, and sneaked a cherry while waiting for dinner to cook.

Total: 45

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I’m not likely to extend too much beyond this over the course of the week - I’ll be eating the same bread over and over, and tomorrow I have the exact same lunch and dinner as I prepped two salads at once and have leftovers from cooking tonight. Things I likely will add because they’re currently in my kitchen and on the meal plan are oats, kiwi, raspberries, red pepper, little gem lettuce, melon, potato, parsley, chickpeas and red onion - so while I should hit 50, I’ll likely not get too much further!

It might sound like I’ve cheated a bit in places here - four types of salad leaf, really? But the Zoe website specifies different types of salad leaves count separately, as do different colours of the same vegetable - so a three pack of red, green and yellow peppers can count three times. 70% dark chocolate also counts.

Depending on which source you look at, herbs, spices and tea may only count as a quarter of a point, and some don’t count juices at all. The Zoe team suggest that given the small amounts of dried herbs and spices we tend to consume in a sitting, it’s worth eating them multiple times to get the full benefit - so perhaps if you do that, you can count them higher. I guess it’s guidelines rather than meant to be hard and fast rules. But even allowing for a reduction in the “counting” of herbs, spices and tea, and removing juice, I’d still have hit the weekly 30 today.

To boost the total, my biggest bangs for the buck were the seeded bread, mixed salad leaves, grain packs and herbs and spices - and in the case of the latter three, they’re also all shelf stable, which is a bonus! They’re really useful ways of getting that variety of plant foods when you live alone and supermarket packet sizes are really too big. I’ve been working on the same pack of brussels sprouts for three weeks now…