#sweet up and down creamery

[misterparadigm]

What? WHAT?! There's actually a NEW episode of Mallory on Tapas and Webtoon?!

I've literally had this thing on the shelf, nipping away at it for almost four years. I've been working on Mallory all this time, too--every week! Just not on the comic. Featured at the top of this episode is a friend of mine who has been a great supporter of all things Mallory; thanks, AyKay! Unfortunately, this is not a sign of more episodes to come in the near future, because I'm working on more pitch materials, film and television scripts, and a number of other things for the future of Mallory. But as always, I'll be giving you at least a little Mallory content with holiday postcards, so hang in there, and thank you SO MUCH for all your patience and support.

[brewed-pangolin]

Corner Lot Creamery

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x f!Reader

MDNI 18+ Explicit smut, unprotected p in v, backseat sex, Soap being a vulgar little fiend, creampie if you look closely, just absolute filth

WC ~1.3k

Synposis: Everyone loves that new car smell. Except Soap. He prefers a more natural scent. Yours. And he knows just what to do to get that new leather lathered in it.

@glitterypirateduck @deadbranch this one's for you��

Soap MacTavish is a simple man.

He appreciates quality over quantity. And prefers subtlety over indulgence in regards to the finer things in life.

This is nowhere more prominent than when he signs the down payment on a new 4Runner. Him being handed the keys, his mind already playing out the next strategic maneuvers needed to inact his plan while he aids you in effortlessly moving the belongings from one vehicle to the next.

"You alright, babe?" You ask. Glancing over your shoulder with a smile, scrutinizing the knowing grin etched in his lips.

"Aye. M'good, hen."

It was the simplicity and deep brogue of his reply that had your mind tumbling. The sound of his toolbox jiggling in the back not too dissimilar to the gears turning within your thoughts. Nestling the distinctive red Milwaukee chest in the corner, keeping it in place with his duffle bag that rarely left the vehicle's trunk.

"God. Is there anything better than new car smell?" You boast. Sliding into the passenger seat, the fresh leather molding to your frame, softened by the heat radiating from your skin.

His silence to you was unusual.

Soap was always a talker. Rarely going an hour without interjecting himself into any discussion, and more than comfortable putting his own view on any and all topics of the day.

Your eyes narrowed at him. Trying to decipher his unreadable expression; gaze focused on the road, barely a twitch to the corners of his lips. And his eyes, normally bright and expsoed in the midday sun, were darkened by his Ray-Bans, impeding your perusing stare.

"Johnny. What's going on with you?"

Almost instinctively, and with the speed and fluidity of a hardened servicemen, he reached out to wrap his hand around the flesh of your thigh. His unwavering stare focused on the road, his fingers traveling up the suppleness of your inner thigh, only to nestle between your legs and press his fingertips into the seam of your pants. Feeling the throb of arousal beneath the fabric, pulling a sinful whimper from your lips, adding the perfect amount pressure to the area around your clit.

"New car smell's fine, yeah. But I want somethin better," Soap growled. Pulling into a vacant parking lot, hurdling the sparkling new SUV into a corner spot with a dramatic jolt. Barely able to unfasten his own seat belt, his hands shaking with need, crawling into the backseat before grasping at your clothes to drag you back with him, an excited shriek erupting from your chest from his needy exuberance.

"M'gonnae make 'er smell like you, bonnie. Want yer scent on me, every time I get in 'er."

His hands were on you like a feverish fiend. Tearing your clothes away, fabric tossed to the back with reckless abandon as the scent of arousal permeated into the pours of fresh leather.

Silencing your protest with his mouth, tasting the sweetness of promiscuity on your tongue, exhaling a growl between your lips while he rocked his hips, grinding his hardened cock into your core, feeling the heat radiate over the fabric of his jeans.

Breaking the kiss with a wet pop, he fumbled with his belt, opening his pants with a determination you knew all too well. Thankful for the tinted windows and private brick cove of the parking lot. Not wanting to add indescent exposure to the days events as he moved to hover over your naked frame. Fully intent on christening his latest 4Runner with the spicy bouquet of sex.

With a focused purpose, Soap pierces your silken cunt with the throbbing hardness of his cock, devouring the moan escaping your throat with a heated kiss. Gliding his tongue in a sultry dance tandem with the languid roll of his hips.

"Gonnae make ya come...fuck...got'a make ya come, bonnie. Cannae pull out til ya fuckin clench 'round me."

If it wasn't the desperate plea echoing on a breathy growl, it was the steady and determined roll of his hips that ultimately sealed your fate in that parking lot.

The thick, spongy head of his cock kissing the sensitive wall of your cervix. Refusing to pull out entirely with every backward thrust, keeping himself buried within your velvety walls, pushing you towards overstimulation with every labored exhale. The metal carriage keeping the world at bay as your mind and body succumbed to climactic euphoria.

"Johnny..."

"Tha's it, hen. Come f'me. Feelin ya fuckin wrap 'round me."

Your orgasm moved with a chaotic symphony of gasps and moans.

Wanton and unadulterated.

Muffled by his lips, tangling with his animalistic growls. Legs wrapping around his waist to keep yourself grounded to reality for fear of drowning in the abyss of his own intrepid making.

The rhythmic roll of his hips steadily began to falter. Every forward push accentuated by a groan.

Gravelly and unfiltered.

Raw.

"F-fuck, bonnie. Gonnae come-...fill ya up. Make ya-...spill me outta ya."

You never tired of his vulgarity when he was on the cusp of emptying himself into your cunt.

He was breathless. Beautiful. And altogether beastly as a surge of warmth and pressure filled your canal. Prompting him to give one final thrust as your combined fluids dripped out of your fluttering hole and onto the maiden and unblemished leather beneath.

"Johnny-, you-, you're gonna stain the seats." You plead, attempting to push him off, halted when met with the weight of an immovable Scottish brick wall.

"Tha's th'fuckin point, lass. Gonnae mark 'er up wit ya. Douse 'er in tha' sweet fuckin scent a'yers."

You knew better than to deny him when he was like this. Hell bent on replacing that distinctive new car smell with the aromatic scent of sex and natural arousal.

Letting the quietness surround your conjoined bodies. Acting like a soothing blanket, ignoring the world outside to feel the qualitative euphoria in the afterglow.

Reluctant to move, Soap instead laid himself down and buried his head into your chest. Stifling a moan into your flesh, tilting to the side as he blanketed your naked body with his sculpted frame.

You realized then, gazing up onto the brickstone wall outside, that he had found refuge in the back parking lot of your favorite custard creamery. The familiar font gracing the red barrier catching your eye, exhaling a quiet moan of contentment, watching it rustle over the Scots distinguishable mohawk.

"What?" He breathed. Voice low, muffled against the supple flesh of your breast.

"I think I've thought of a name for her."

"Aye? Wha's tha'?"

You let the silence hang for a moment. Allowing his mind to settle on suspicion, tilting his head to rest his chest between the valley of your breasts.

"Well? Wha' is it, lass?"

"How about CeeDee? Cookie Devil. Our nickname at Culver's, to where you just so happened to park us."

Soap lifted his head, taking a quick glance at the signage above. Replying with a perplexed brow, softening his expression with a gentle yet appreciative grin.

"Aye. Cannae lie, hen. Kinda like it."

You smiled at his approval. Cupping his face to bring him in for a kiss. His lips still reddened from the impromptu coitus, drawing a deliciously soft whimper from the depths of his throat.

"Easy, lass. Been a while since I kissed ya like tha'."

You ignore him. Blissfully continuing with your previous conversation, feigning innocence.

"Y'know. CeeDee can actually work quite well. It's an acronym for the other name I want to give her."

"Mhm. And wha's tha' one?"

Pursing your lips, you paused. Keeping your wits about you in fear of bursting into a fit of laughter at any moment.

"Well, if you plan on us fucking a lot in her, why don't we just call her the Cum Dumpster?"

"Steamin fuckin Jesus, bonnie."

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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife # 8- Drama Queen

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Can be read with others in series or alone

Warnings: allusions to sex, mostly fluff and comedy

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Its been a pretty quiet evening, and with you home, thats saying something. Joel's minding his business watching Tv when you come plopping down next to him on the couch. He doesn't acknowledge you.

So you scoot over and sigh heavily. Still No reaction from the male.

You feint a yawn and snuggle your head on his shoulder. He smiles a little, but doesn't look at you. You rub affectionately like a kitten.

Nothing.

Take the hint, you stupid hunk.

Your pretty manicured hand creeps on his thigh, stroking up and down senually with delicate fingertips.

He knows where this is going, but he won't entertain you. He coughs a little, bored, and continues scrolling channels. Wants to see how far you'll go to get what you want.

As if on cue, you persist. Wrapping your arm over his broad shoulders, hitching your knee awkwardly on his thigh despite the baby in your belly squirming at the uncomfortable angle. You playfully boop his nose, giggling like a flirt. He purses his lips, but nothing else.

You stare at his profile, that unique Joel Miller look of concentration. Handsome and stoic—that little shithead.

You're teasingly rubbing your fingers through his scruff, twisting gently as a massage.

You bring your lips and kiss him kindly on the cheek. Something sweet. Innocent. Then again, but a little longer. Then some more, peppered down his jaw, along his pulse. Heated and wetter. Growing more needy and nipping his ear, making little happy moans as your hand continues to wander over his legs, tip toeing to his crotch.

Joel sighs, finally looking at you. "There a reason you're trying to get me turned on, ma'am?"

"Mmm," you hum, biting your lip and staring his plump ones. You crawl closer, breasts smashed against his bicep as you lick your lips, tongue peaking out with lusty eyes trying to put him under your best charm. Yesyesyes give it to me, Fucker!

"I want a Big—" you kiss his nose "—Messy—" teeth nip at his lower lip "—Hot—" you peck him teasingly, sucking his flesh in your mouth so he knows you mean business. Then you stare down at him with your serious eyes, foreheads pressing,

"—Fudge Cookie Dough Chocolate Gooey Fantasy Milkshake with extra Rainbow Sprinkles from Clyde's Creamery."

Yeah. He knew exactly this is where this was going.

He cracks a warm smile, cupping your jaw and parting your lips with his thumb. You suck it into your mouth, hoping to please him. Just as hes about to kiss you, he leans in and says, "No. Its 11pm. Bedtime."

You get off his lap with a cold shoulder and a scoff, proceeding to ignore him for the rest of the night.

Hes evens surprised when you go to bed still silent, facing away from him without a kiss goodnight when you turn off your lamp.

Until it's 2am when he's startled awake by the sound of the the front door opening. He's storming downstairs trying not to trip, and haphazardly throwing a shirt on backwards while in his boxers, only to see you with a packed bag, hand dramatically caressing  your bump with fake ass tears down your cheek going outside to the car.

"Where the FUCK are you going??" He asks, rubbing his eyes. Aggravation and rough exhaustion evident in his tone.

"You said you didn't love me, so I'm leaving," you huff. There's no hint of a joke in your words. Genuine pain. Hurt. Quiet and walking away. You dont wait to see his reaction and without another word, you turn to leave.

Hes so whiplashed, wracking his brain trying to remember any time he even remotely could have said something like that and you interpret it—

"I SAID YOU COULDN'T HAVE A HOT FUDGE COOKIE DOUGH CHOCOLATE GOOEY FANTASY MILKSHAKE because it was FUCKING 11PM AND CLOSED! Now get your fat beautiful ass and our baby back in here and dont ever pull this stupid stunt again!"

You scowl at him, preventing any physical reaction of your internal swooning he thinks my ass is pretty. You hold your ground and refuse to move from your position, defiant, in flip flops and a long nightgown on the front porch at 2am.

Joel furrows his brows and closes his eyes, soothing over the wrinkles you've caused to grow on his forehead.  "Fuck. I'll get you one tomorrow morning for breakfast. Okay?"

You smile giddily and skip back inside "Okie!" You step past him drop your shit on the couch, kissing him on the cheek. "Dont forget the extra rainbow sprinkles."

He grunts, glad that it's dark enough in the house you can't see how exhausted and annoyed he is.

"Oh and close the door, Joel! You'll wake the neighbors with your unnecessary shouting bit. Dramatic much?" You scoff, and waddle up the stairs and right to bed like nothing happened.

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Tommy also has access to your ring camera notifications and sees Joel and you out there and the whole conversation, and he's laughing so hard when he watches the playback. He teases grumpy exhausted Joel the next morning, conveniently with a to-go milkshake in his hand at 8am.

"Softy for your girl?"

"Shut up."

"And when you have the baby, then there's gonna be two of her!" Tommy wheezes.

Joel's saggy and wrinkled eyes manage to open wider than ever as that particular horror sets over him.

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[3cremepie3]

The creamery pt 2.

Synopsis - Where or would the Twst boys would cream in/on you? Feat Octavinelle

Warnings - smut 18+! Fem reader: Creaming, saliva, deepthroating, degradation, jealousy, pettiness, breath play

A/n - part 2! These are pretty fun to write. Which dorm should I do next?

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Azul would cum on your pussy. Why? Just because he can. He’s content with the fact that he scored you especially because there are so many bachelors on campus. There were princes after you for god's sake! But you chose him so now he can do whatever he wants with you.

You’d clench around him purposefully not wanting him to pull out. You loved it when he finished inside flooding you with his ink. “Stop squeezing me so tight you god damn vixen.” He’d beg you over and over but you wouldn’t stop. Your essence created a milky ring around his base in preparation for what was to come.

Men would pay thousands to be in his place. They would pay thousands just to get a peak at your naked figure. And yet he had you here begging like a slut in heat for a creamepie. “Azul please I need it. Flood my insides again it feels so good!”

“Should I really,” he asked. “What makes you think you deserve it?” Please Azul I’ve been trying so hard not to cum yet.” And yet you’d failed don’t think just because you held your moans I couldn’t feel you clenching all around me,” he chuckled. Shit, you were caught.

“B-but,” you whined. “No buts honey I’ll let you cream again no worries,” he smirked. And he would definitely cream just not inside of you like your gushy heat begged for. He’d finish on your pussy claiming it as his. Fully his and no one else’s especially not those bums on campus.

Floyd would cream anywhere. He didn’t like the feel of condoms since his dick would be “squeezed” so he opted to not use them. The vast majority of positions he would have you in just so he wouldn’t get bored added on to his options.

Let’s say he had you in full Nelson. After your pussy was gripping onto him like a vice he knew he couldn’t last much longer. Your form which recently felt as light as a feather to him became heavy as his knees buckled. Your legs wrapped tightly around him keeping your place in his long arms secured.

Floyd’s thrust became sporadic. It was clear he was about to give into your wet heat clearly begging him to cream inside of you. His legs buckled and his sharp fangs buried a place into your neck. “Ow,” you yelped. “Don’t pretend like you don’t like the pain… Lil Shrimpy,” he mumbled. “I felt you get tighter around me.”

“You must want me to cum,” he chuckled. “I’ll grant that wish,” he smirked. Your legs were placed on his shoulders fully bending you into a pretzel shape. “Fuck so deep,” you moaned. “Can feel it in your stomach yea,” he mocked. You couldn’t answer back your mouth was too busy filling with drool as he brushed against your sweet spot.

You couldn’t take it anymore clamping down on him for dear life as you orgasm. He was quick to follow you pulling out and creaming on your stomach. You watched him empty his large supply of sperm in awe. “Why not cum on the place I just was,” he questioned.

Jade would cream in your mouth. You just looked so good guzzling it down like it was sweet frosting. It was your reward after servicing him for what felt like forever. Your jaw would go slack from his thickness alone but mix that with his sadistc desire to see you struggle.

He knew you could hardly breathe as your nose hit his base connecting with his shortly trimmed hair. Your eyes watered looking up at his for permission to get up. But none ever came so you sat there your throat convulsing around his cock.

Drool began to drip down your chest and then onto his bare thighs before he finally stopped you. Once his hand was untangled from your hair you went back to pumping him in place of your mouth. You knew it wasn't enough and you had to get back to work. But damn you needed to catch your breath.

You didn’t have any other choice as he began to move you up and down his unit. You continued to suck getting used to his brutal pace. “You’re doing so good slut.” He would coo at you while you somehow worked your magic.

You were draining him. It was obvious because he would always get chatty. “Tighten up a little more,” he directed. “Yes just like that!” Ahh fuck it’s coming open wide.” His sharp layers of teeth came together to form a weak smile. He spilled his essence into your warm inviting mouth. He shook while doing so but you licked up any excess.

“Open wide,” he demanded. You did so showing off what you worked for. “Like it a lot huh?” You nodded your head gratefully.

[merrock]

HAPPY JULY !

Can you believe that we've moved confidently into a whole new month already? I can't, but then again... my month was pretty wild, and I'm ready for a fresh start and for things to go much, much better. Read on to learn a little bit more about everything going on in our town, and some important mod reminders that we want everyone to consider and keep in mind during the month ahead. Happy July! xx

ON THE CALENDAR !

JUNE 29 - JULY 6 -- EMERGENCY SERVICES CARNIVAL -- our annual carnival that helps to raise money for the emergency services (fire, EMS, etc.) around town.

JULY 4TH -- INDEPENDENCE DAY -- celebrate with a covered dish event at the carnival grounds, and fireworks once nighttime settles in!

JULY 7TH -- WORLD CHOCOLATE DAY -- get discounts at Cassidy's, The Flour Co., and the Creamery on all things chocolate for one day only.

JULY 15TH -- GIVE SOMETHING AWAY DAY -- a day to head down to the community center and donate something that's gently used to those who need it.

JULY 21ST -- ICE CREAM DAY -- free samples and lots of discounts and giveaways down at The Creamery for anyone who might want a sweet treat to celebrate the day.

JULY 24TH -- TEQUILA DAY -- a free shot of tequila and discounted flights to anyone who comes down to Paco's and orders food on tequila day!

JULY 27TH -- RENAISSANCE FAIRE / GALA -- our big summer formal event... ish! head to the renaissance faire with us and then dance the night away!

IMPORTANT STUFF !

as usual, this is a great time to read over our rules, and make sure that you're familiar with expectations and guidelines within our group! always good to be up to date.

please be mindful when creating starters that you and do so at a time when you can be around somewhat actively to reply back, and that you reply to everyone who gave you a reply.

& same goes with asking for threads / plots! if people put the effort into reaching out to plot or make things happen, reciprocate and make things happen!

there have been some issues lately with replies being done late and/or dropped, and players not being able to meet thread goals. two sides to this! one, if this happens to you, please let us know, we will remove you from check (but please be honest with us, an honest effort needs to be made). and two, try to avoid letting this happen to your partners!

this sounds silly, but: remember we rely on one another! as the admin, I do everything that I can to create a safe, good space for everyone, but it's what we all do with that space that matters. be active. be kind. be the sort of writers you would want to join a group to interact with.

HAVE A GREAT JULY !

[goatskickin]

Happy Pride! Thanks for all your creations and everything you contribute to the Sims community!

(If you want to see some adorable goat kids in pajamas hopping around, I recommend the Sunflower Farm Creamery channel on YouTube!)

Happy Pride anon! 🌈

And you are most welcome - one of the best parts of making cc is when people tell me they enjoy it!

Thank you for the cute baby goatie vid recommendation as well. I had to put down my sweet and very elderly dog today. This may just be the thing to cheer me up up. 🥹

[danothan]

dc dreams i’ve had in 2023

highlights:

- reconnected with an old friend who asked what i’ve been up to lately and i immediately started showing him my (non-existent) flash collection, including but not limited to: flash jacket, flash lunchbox, and a flash figure (i need all of these now.)

- superman/GL crossover comic where clark kept outshining hal and hal was getting mad abt it but then clark gave him a big ol hug and it wasn’t such a big deal anymore

- my therapist made me annotate a batman comic bc they thought i would have a lot in common with him 😭 edit: the dream that diagnosed me w ocd.

- went to an ice creamery with jason who was begrudgingly playing a video game with damian bc dami wouldn’t stop yelling at him to over messages, but by the end of the dream he was proudly showing me his scores

- wally and martian manhunter’s nephew m’hammed were friends and wally was helping m’hammed disguise himself as human and hide in society and it took ages for anyone to pick up that “muhammed” was actually a martian. also wally was a kid but barry was already dead in this version :(

and the rest of em are below cut:

- nightwing/GL crossover comic where dick and hal were cowboys that came with cowboy trading cards

- dc pride parade where multiple alt universe barries showed up, one of them had the nonbinary flag painted on their face

- babysitting damian (twice recurring)

- halbarry making plans in the gc 🙄

- found a comic where hal was an orange lantern

- wonder woman was nimona’s mentor

- yja artemis finally became a character in the comics and they made a figure of her to celebrate!

- halcarol wedding in an airport

- brought my hal and superman plushies with me to go somewhere but i got confused why barry wasn’t with me :(

- tried to buy a christopher reeves’ superman vinyl for my sibling’s bday gift

- barry puppy plushies. 5 of them. woke up to have NONE.

- some terrible stuff was happening idk, i was too busy infodumping abt barry to someone and making sure they wrote it down. archiving history as the world ends ig, that’s my contribution

- found an awful comic called darkseid warside (?? had nothing to do w darkseid) that was beautifully drawn and had sooo many fun characters details (ex: barry won the lottery and named his winning ticket betty, there was also a letter in his handwriting that was perfect for character studying, hal kept sneaking selfies to commemorate his time w carol, ollie and roy were simultaneously trying to figure out how to talk to each other again and it was sad + sweet, etc) but it was so horribly written. so so ooc, basically injustice again but so much more gory, thawne died in the first issue and it wasn’t even bc of the flash, it was superman ripping his body into two and there were intestines splayed out everywhere (in front of the young justice too). it was so awful, but the character details and panelling were so unique, everything i couldve asked for, so i lamented abt having to buy it. the clerk was like “you don’t have to” and i was like “but im gonna 😔”

[ezcater]

How to Make the Most of the Dog Days of Summer

You may be familiar with the dog days of summer, but did you know that these long, sweltering days are not named after our four-legged friends? These toasty days actually get their nickname from Sirius, also known as the ‘Dog Star,’ which is visible in the sky just before dawn during late July and early August.

Still, even if these hot days aren’t named after our best furry friends, you might feel like you’re working like a dog when temperatures are so high. Luckily, you can help your workplace beat the heat—and even enjoy the dog days of summer—with these three tips. Fetch a Few Cold Drinks Stocking the fridge with drinks can help your team stay hydrated, refreshed, and happy during the hottest days of the year. Flavored sparkling waters, probiotic sodas, and kombuchas are all great options for refreshing afternoon pick-me-ups that your team will love. If your office is located in a particularly humid region, like Ohio or Florida, consider starting a weekly tradition of catering fun, chilled beverages on Fridays. A corporate catering service can help connect you with reliable restaurants catering Columbus Ohio or Orlando to bring fresh juice, matcha, iced coffee, or lemonades right to your workplace. Roll Up Your Sleeves Plenty of workplaces loosen their ties literally and figuratively during the summer. Implementing a summer dress code that allows team members to dress casually in the summer is a great way to boost morale and keep your team from sweating through their best button-ups. As more companies adopt a business casual, approachable dress code, workplace-appropriate shorts and even open-toed shoes are becoming the norm in offices across the country, especially during late summer. Did Someone Say “Treat”? Do you have fond memories of chasing down the ice cream truck with your childhood friends or digging through the freezer for a fruit-flavored ice pop? No matter how old we get, sometimes the only cure for hot summer days is a sweet, frozen treat. Make the most of the hottest days of the year by treating your team to a nostalgic dose of summer fun. A catered ice cream bar is a great opportunity for team bonding and a tasty way to cool down. The right catering platform can connect you with reliable ice cream caterers across the country. Whether your Oklahoma-based workplace is searching for the best ice cream catering OKC has to offer, or your Portland team deserves a celebration, a catered sundae bar from Cold Stone Creamery should do the trick. The next time you notice the Dog Star on the horizon, you won’t have to wish for cooler temperatures! With these three ways to help your workplace enjoy the dog days of summer, you and your team can make the most of the heat. About ezCater How easy is it to order team lunch on ezCater? You can order a delicious meal in minutes and have it delivered just in time for lunch. ezCater is the leading catering platform and makes it easy to find reliable caterers near your workplace. You can turn to ezCater to help you cater sales calls, team meetings, and company events. Why is it so easy? ezCater puts dozens of search tools at your fingertips to find the right food for your needs. They’re also connected with over 100,000 caters and restaurants nationwide. You can order highly-rated Cincinnati catering if you’re in the Cincinnati area. In Nashville? Get the catering Nashville can’t stop talking about. Make your next meal happen with ezCater. In the mood for ice cream? Find delivery options near you at https://www.ezcater.com/ Original Source: https://bit.ly/4dFA0TW

[delilahcarreno]

for: @missxrivera

where: sweet spot creamery

Ice cream for dinner wasn't going to win Delilah any parenting awards any time soon, but then again, neither was a son who thought it was wise to attempt a front flip from the top of the monkey bars.

(Being Theo Carreño's mother was an every day lesson about picking her battles. At least losing the one about dinner still came with a hot fudge sundae.)

Theo had already sat down at a table with his own cone, two scoops of a concerning blue flavor she didn't even want to know the ingredients of, while Delilah waited for hers to be ready. She'd gone with mint chocolate chip, but staring into the display case, was debating whether or not it was too late to switch to the coffee flavor when she became aware of a presence hovering nearby.

"Oh, you can go ahead. I've already ordered--"

Straightening herself back up, she wasn't surprised so much to find that it was a familiar face as much as she simply was that it was Ramsey herself.

"Ramsey." Delilah did her best to school her shock, though several hours spent at the hospital had all but depleted her energy to do so with any urgency. "What a nice surprise. How've you been, sweetheart?"

[citywide-roofing-sacramento]

The Art of Crafting Irresistible Gelato Creations at Fentons Creamery

As one steps foot onto the properties of Fentons Creamery in Piedmont, an instant sensory delight is experienced.

The ambient illumination and convivial atmosphere are simply a prelude to the main attraction: an array of irresistible gelato creations that bid to be savored.

This establishment, which has been serving sweet-toothed patrons since 1894, uses more than just frozen desserts; it serves crafted masterpieces that are as pleasing to the eye as they are enticing to the taste.

Each inside story tells a story not only of rich tastes and structures however additionally of meticulous workmanship and committed quest for perfection.

The procedure behind these tasty gelato confections is soaked in practice and knowledge passed down through generations.

It includes an intricate dancing between active ingredients option, flavor profiling, temperature level control, spinning strategies, discussion looks-- all fine-tuned over years into a harmony that creates amazingly indulgent experiences for each consumer.

Here exists the magic: changing easy active ingredients right into charming frozen treats that overfill desires and develop long lasting impressions.

It's this very craft-- from conception to consumption-- that will be checked out in detail throughout this article.

Unveiling the Magic Behind the Scenes

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The Secret to Mouth-Watering Flavors

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Every inside story at Fentons Creamery starts with a rich base, made from the freshest neighborhood dairy products and carefully selected taste components for ultimate taste experience. The gelato craftsmens are specialists in their craft, blending these elements with each other carefully to accomplish an one-of-a-kind appearance that is both creamy and airy-- a characteristic of authentic gelato workmanship.

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[atlanticcanada]

Written in the stars: The legendary tale of Maritime ice cream favourite Moon Mist

The lore in the Hart household was as rich as the ice cream served every day.

After joining his family's creamery business, the story goes, Bruce Hart travelled from Nova Scotia to the U.S. to attend 'Ice Cream University.'

The dates and places are foggy -- as often happens with family history passed down through generations -- but it was sometime before or after he served during the Second World War and likely took place at what's now the University of Massachusetts, a school with strong roots in agriculture and food science.

It was there, legend has it, that a young Bruce Hart had the audacity to swirl three ice cream flavours together: banana, grape and blue raspberry.

He called it Moon Mist, a lush ice cream flavour with colourful ripples of yellow, purple and blue.

"My grandfather told us he got to experiment with flavour mixtures, and that's how those improbable flavours came together that some people love and some may find disgusting," said Peter O'Brien, grandson of the late Bruce Hart.

"It was always part of family lore that my grandfather invented Moon Mist."

By the mid-1970s, the specialty flavour was catching on. The exact flavour combination of Moon Mist shifted over the years, with a popular local dairy swapping out blue raspberry for blue bubble gum in its recipe.

Yet regardless of the flavours of the tricolour swirls, Moon Mist ice cream would come to be celebrated as Atlantic Canada's favourite ice cream.

To some, it's a heavenly trilogy of tastes, while to others it's an odd mash-up of cloyingly sweet flavours. But it's defended by many as the region's unofficial frozen treat.

Moon Mist has become a symbol of the East Coast's uniqueness in Canada, a cultural marker of sorts for the region.

Ice cream stands and corner stores across the Maritimes scoop out Moon Mist all year long. Many say they go through several 11.5-litre vats on a summer weekend, leaving children in tears and adults in a huff if they sell out.

It evokes both nostalgia and pride, making a cameo on the Nova Scotia-based TV show "Trailer Park Boys." A local distillery sells a limited edition Moon Mist vodka and folk artists have sought inspiration from the flavour.

"If you've ever had a scoop of Moon Mist ice cream, you know it just has a very unique flavour and iconic aroma," said Rae Ryan, a Truro, N.S.-based research and development specialist with dairy giant Agropur, which acquired Nova Scotia's Scotsburn dairy in 2017.

"I think it's so popular because people in Atlantic Canada grew up with it in the 1980s and are now serving it to their kids. It's had a lot of staying power."

Bruce Hart returned from his ice cream training -- and purported invention of Moon Mist -- and got to work for the family business, Halifax Creamery Ltd.

The company soon after began making the blend of banana, grape and blue raspberry under its Polar Ice Cream brand.

Hart's grandson Peter O'Brien, now a 54-year-old classics professor, recalls ordering scoops of Moon Mist at local ice cream parlours as a child.

"My grandfather was big into ice cream, he ate it every day, probably twice a day," O'Brien said.

"We would go over for lunch or dinner and eat ice cream for dessert and often the conversation would return to his days in the business and how Moon Mist was created," he said.

The family business was eventually sold to Twin Cities Co-op Dairy Ltd., which later became Farmer's Dairy Co-op Ltd., though the family stayed active in the industry for a few years after that.

It's around this time that a competitor came to town.

For more than a century, one of the largest dairies in the Maritimes was based out of Scotsburn, a village surrounded by sprawling dairy farms on Nova Scotia's north shore.

Sometime before the early 1980s, the Moon Mist flavour was likely introduced to Scotsburn by a so-called flavour house, said Jennifer MacLennan, the former marketing co-ordinator with Scotsburn dairy from 1993 until Agropur took over in 2017.

Flavour houses are companies with commercial food labs that develop, manufacture and supply flavours to various industries. The concentrated natural and artificial flavours can be used in everything from ice cream to gum. One of these companies likely promoted Moon Mist as part of a portfolio of new flavours presented to dairies, MacLennan said.

"It was probably introduced to several dairies as an up-and-coming flavour," she said. "Scotsburn decided to try it ... it may have started as a limited-edition flavour but clearly became a favourite."

Exactly why it became a top seller in Atlantic Canada while dairies in other parts of the country seem to have mostly passed it over is unclear.

Some smaller outfits across Canada offer Moon Mist, including Kawartha Dairy Ltd. based in Bobcaygeon, Ont., which markets it as an "out of this world" East Coast favourite. The Big Scoop in Duncan, B.C., also sells Moon Mist with a twist: bubble gum, banana and grape with a cherry ribbon.

But other than a few smaller dairies, Moon Mist ice cream largely seems to be an Atlantic Canadian phenomenon.

"A lot of flavours can be regional," MacLennan said. "In New Brunswick, grape nut ice cream was a big seller, but it wasn't as popular in other areas, like Cape Breton."

When Moon Mist was introduced, many of the popular flavours were classics like vanilla, chocolate and strawberry, she said.

"Back in the '80s, a lot of the popular ice cream is what you might hear people call 'old people's flavours' nowadays," MacLennan said. "So when Moon Mist came out it was likely a huge hit with kids."

For decades, Moon Mist was only sold in 11.4-litre tubs to ice cream parlours. But in 2015, Scotsburn began selling smaller sizes in retail stores.

"I remember urging our marketing department to sell Moon Mist in the 1.5-litre packages in retail stores," MacLennan said. "It was always a bestseller so it made sense to have it available year round."

While Bruce Hart may have invented the original Moon Mist -- and potentially the recipe later used by Farmers -- Scotsburn's would become the favourite of many.

But not all.

A petition launched in the spring of 2020 called on Farmers to bring their version of Moon Mist, with blue raspberry rather than bubble gum, back to Nova Scotia.

The recipe change can be traced back to 2013, when Halifax-based Farmers Co-operative Dairy and Agropur Cooperative of Longueuil, Que., merged.

Four years later, Agropur purchased Scotsburn's frozen ice cream and frozen novelties business.

With two Moon Mist flavours in house, Agropur made the decision to phase out the Farmers recipe.

Agropur spokesman Guillaume Berube said sales volumes of both Scotsburn and Farmers Moon Mist tubs were "almost identical" at the time, but Scotsburn had the advantage of also having the smaller retail-sized format.

In terms of which recipe was oldest, Farmers may have launched Moon Mist first. While Scotsburn traces Moon Mist back to "before the early 1980s," Berube said company's archives show Farmers launched Moon Mist in 1973.

Regardless, the Farmers recipe -- possibly inspired by Bruce Hart's original creation -- was phased out by Agropur in 2017, permanently replacing blue raspberry with blue bubble gum, a subtle but notable change among some Moon Mist connoisseurs.

Agropur now says Moon Mist sales are second only to vanilla in the Scotsburn ice cream portfolio. It's sold in New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, Newfoundland and Labrador and Prince Edward Island.

"A lot of people growing up in Nova Scotia either went to school with someone who was a dairy farmer or had some connection to the dairy industry, and ice cream is just really popular here," said Agropur's Ryan. "It's part of the culture. We have a lot of scooping stands in the region and the colour combo of Moon Mist is very recognizable.

"It's always been popular, but there's been a lot of buzz about it over the last couple years," she said.

"It's a happy story."

This report by The Canadian Press was first published July 13, 2023.

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[biguyonline]

‘Toru’s Girl

Pairings: Satoru x (Fem!)Reader and Suguru x Satoru x (Fem!) Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Reader is called girl, and girlfriend but is never physically described (besides having eyes lol), masturbation, possessiveness, mentions of inflicting pain, cursefucker!Suguru, mentions of likening oneself to a monster, Suguru smokes a cigarette, Satoru being an asshat. Space cadet, melodramatic Suguru experiencing a bisexual awakening and a breakdown.

Summary: Reader and Satoru Gojo are a new couple, Suguru Geto finds himself jealous of his friends for more reasons than even he knew. Follow Suguru as he unearths his deeper (darker) feelings for his friends.

Notes: All characters are aged up, it’s Jujutsu Tech College over here y’all. This entire fic is inspired by the shower scene, you know the one. The idea for this fic came to me while listening to this song. While writing it, I also thought of and listened to this song and this song.

Satoru is his friend. Suguru stood staring himself down in the mirror, having to remind himself. Sobering himself to his situation. The water on his body cooling, having met the air. It beaded up in his hair and rolled down his back. Grounding himself in his reality. His feet were cold on the tile floor of the bathroom. Satoru is his best friend. The only person that has been here for him. Satoru is the only person that’s been able to help him get used to the sorcerer world, this reality. So much has changed and it keeps changing. There’s nothing left to hold on to. Suguru’s awareness came back to the sound of the faucet still on. He watched the water hurdle down the drain. This time the change wasn’t hard to define. But that didn’t make it any easier.

Suguru watched your eyes, they were glued to Satoru. All while Satoru yapped on about some nonsense that probably only you could pretend to stomach. He could see his reflection in your eyes. The way the morning sun showed off the twinkle in your eye, Suguru could tell that not only did you want Satoru, but that you are just as much of a smartass as him. He could see the love, desire, and the smug comeback you had for Satoru all before the words left your lips. Suguru could stay lost in your eyes, if they would ever meet his gaze.

“Hey, man!” Satoru snapped his fingers in Suguru's face. “Are you sleeping enough lately?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Suguru shrugged and leaned back in his seat.

“We’re getting ice cream before I have to do a field assignment today.” Suguru couldn’t tell if you were rubbing it in his face or inviting him to be a third wheel.

“Come with us, get out of your dorm. The rest of your day is gonna be boring anyway.” Satoru’s gorgeous smile was full of teeth that were going to fall out of his head if he continued to let his sweet tooth take charge of his diet. Not that Suguru found himself to be one to talk, he had a collection of unhealthy habits. Maybe that’s what’s left of their humanity.

"I've got something better to do today than rot my teeth with you two.” Suguru lied. “But I'll make time." The smile he faked felt real for a passing moment.

Suguru walked behind you and Satoru on the way to the creamery. He'd gone with Satoru countless times before you started tagging along. So why was he the one "tagging along" now? He watched your hips sway as you walked. It made him sick. He couldn't help but imagine your hips rocking and swaying on his best friend's cock. Satoru's arm around you began to wonder. Groping you in public?! Satoru would be so audacious. The way Satoru's arm fit around you so well left a lonely spot around Suguru. In that moment Suguru wished someone would hold him like that.

You and Gojo split some obscene pile of sugar. Chatting, giggling. You were animated as you talked, it wiggled the booth Suguru was sharing with you. The side of your body rubbed against his. Suguru wanted to plant his hand on your thigh to steady you, to feel you. Suguru questioned if he’d ever find someone like you, or if he’d have to take you. Suguru smirked to himself, he could have you if he wanted to. He fought away the thought. Suguru felt dirty for wanting you so badly. You belonged to Satoru, and as much as Suguru tried to respect that, he couldn’t accept it.

Suguru found himself playing along. Pretending that you and he could share Satoru, that you and he could be just friends. He couldn’t find another way to have both you and Satoru in his life so why change things? He wouldn’t lose his best friend just to have you. Not in his right mind. It was painfully sweet to have the both of you at his side and yet just out of reach. There was no reason to tear down the dynamic you and Satoru had built. You were happy, and Suguru thought he could learn to be. Suguru pulled himself from his thoughts when he noticed the tone of the discussion had changed.

“You mad?” Satoru taunted you. “As far as I can tell, you don’t have an argument.” Satoru winked at you before going back to his side of the sundae milkshake you were sharing with him. Suguru found it hard to tell when the two of you were flirting or arguing.

“Satoru, you shouldn't pick on your girlfriend. You’re hardly hearing her out.” Suguru tutted.

“Who else am I supposed to pick on then? You?” Satoru challenged Suguru, a sugarcoated shiteating grin spread across his face. “Ya think you know how to treat my girlfriend better than me?” Satoru’s words cut deeper than he knew.

“That’s enough.” You put your foot down. “This has nothing to do with what we were debating” You rolled your eyes. “I was enjoying our discussion until you two derailed it. I’m the one who’s going to have to go deal with some cursed spirit later, can we please just have a nice time?” You reached out and touched both their hands. Suguru smiled and his heart fluttered when you smiled back.

“It’s irrelevant that curses exist in context with the regular public, when they can’t even see them. What does it matter that they see us?” Satoru cleared his throat and settled back into the discourse the two of you were having.

Suguru recognized his age-old gotcha question and it was Suguru’s turn to roll his eyes. But he kept his opinions to himself this time. Having already argued that very topic into the ground to no avail, he opted to watch you try your hand at it while enjoying his milkshake.

As the two of you continued to talk at length Suguru couldn’t help but start to compare himself to Satoru, and wonder what exactly it was you saw in his best friend. Satoru is smarter, and very handsome in a different way, but Suguru judged himself to be much more charismatic, polite, and in touch with his emotions. All things Satoru lacked. Satoru is shameless, rude, but admittedly confident. Satoru’s confidence and jovialness were definitely his charms. His unique looks were captivating. Satoru has those gorgeous eyes everyone knows about but Suguru wondered if anyone had seen them as up close and personal as he had. Surely no one else has felt how soft Satoru’s tousled hair is, except maybe he’d have let you. So many things are effortless for Satoru, and the long and lean form of his body accentuates his grace, Satoru has poise when he wants to. Other times he does come off as lanky and awkward, its purposeful Suguru supposes, he does it in an attempt to be humorous. Which Satoru is not so effortless in. Suguru treasures how hard Satoru tries to make him laugh.

Suguru shook his head. He lit a cigarette and sighed out his first draw as he watched you kiss Satoru goodbye. You split away from Suguru and Satoru disappearing into the sea of pedestrians, it was just the two of them now. Walking back to campus together. The heartbeat of nostalgia was flatlined with melancholy. It stung in his chest. The ache of carrying unspoken feelings used the smoke in his lungs to tie a knot in his throat. He felt like his hands had rope burn from holding on to old times.

“You could be here with me right now.” Satoru hinted, a small knowing smile on his face.

“What?” Suguru stammered, only having heard pieces of what Satoru said.

“You’ve been stuck in here more recently.” Satoru jabbed his finger at the side of Suguru’s head. “Don’t beat yourself up about it.” Satoru shrugged.

“No worries.” Smoke trailed from Suguru’s mouth.

“Yeah, because you definitely do all of that for me.” Satoru wrapped an arm around Suguru’s shoulders. “Maybe I could try doing some of the worrying for you.” Satoru offered.

“No, I’m fine.” Suguru instinctually pushed away what was happening as he started to get overwhelmed. Satoru’s eyes wandered behind his heavily tinted glasses. He noticed Suguru’s body language changed into something he didn’t recognize. Timidness? It didn’t suit Suguru at all.

“Then pretend I didn’t say anything.” Satoru sighed. His hand trailed down Suguru’s side. Suguru felt like he was trying to play it cool while a snake wrapped around him. Satoru’s hand settled on Suguru’s hip and Suguru let it stay there.

Suguru’s white knuckle grip clenched the sides of the sink. He thought maybe if he looked hard enough into the eyes of this alternate self standing in front of him that then maybe they could swap places. Maybe then, life would be easier. Life would be different. Why was he here alone in his dorm room? Especially now, when there was a chance in that alternate reality he was peering into, he was in Satoru’s room. No, in this reality he chose to be alone with his spiraling thoughts. What was that? He asked himself for maybe the thousandth time because his feet were too heavy to walk next door and ask Satoru why he did what he did on their walk here. What didn’t you see in him that you saw in Satoru? What did Satoru see in him? A friend? Or something more? How would that make you feel?

Wasn’t love supposed to be what you and Satoru had? Not whatever feeling was happening to Suguru. Still, the more he felt like a monster the closer he felt to finding what this feeling must be. Suguru often liked to think about his feelings. He liked to find the logic in them, to make sense of things, to make things right. He never thought it’d feel so good to feel wrong. Suguru was never one to let go of his senses. There was always a point, always a cause, always a reason. Something deep inside him was calling on him to let go. Maybe Satoru had finally gotten to him? Satoru never had a cause, never stood for anything but himself. Satoru had you because he was selfish enough to claim you as his. What was love if not the jealousy inside Suguru that had grown large enough to eat you both?

Suguru’s hair stuck to the back of his neck. He pulled his hair into a bun to get it off of himself and peeled off his damp shirt. If he kept thinking about you and Satoru he was going to have to shower for the second time today. His thoughts waivered, flickering between lust and intrusive memories of different exorcisms he had performed. What if he could exorcise you like a curse? What would you taste like? What would Satoru taste like? How would Satoru feel inside him? How would it feel for the two of you to be utterly consumed by him?

“Fuck.” Suguru groaned low and breathy when he finally acknowledged how his body was reacting to his thoughts.

Still frozen in the eye of his own storm he could hardly bring himself to move. His hand at his side slowly drifts towards his core. He sighs again as his fist wraps around himself. His hips instinctively rut against his hand. Suguru hisses through his teeth, he opens his eyes he didn’t realize he had closed as he tries to bring back a part of him that isn’t just an animal. He settles against the cold tile wall of the bathroom, tightening his grip when he decides to fully give in to himself.

He pulls himself free of his pants and already beads of precum throb out of him and flow through the spaces between his fingers. His muscles twitch and his breath shakes as he tames himself. He starts a rhythm that’s just steady enough to appease himself. His strokes have a twist to them, like he’s wringing the precum out of himself. He moans, biting his lip hard enough for it to sting.

Maybe Satoru had you, maybe Satoru wanted you, but Suguru needed you. Suguru could feel himself losing who he thought he was. Nothing would make sense anymore without you, without Satoru. That’s why he needed you, why he clung to you. That’s why he’d dig his nails into you until he drew blood, just to hear you scream his name. His cock pulsed in his hand at the thought. He scraped his thumbnail up from the base to the tip, following the engorged vein up his shaft.

The sounds of pleasure bounce off the bathroom walls, echoing around Suguru. He was surrounded by himself in more ways than one. His movements become sloppier, his rhythm increases to a brutal pace, the same way he imagines he’d fuck you. Overpowering, all consuming, a force you’d be powerless against. Suguru could hear you brainlessly begging as he fucked you stupid. He bet Satoru never hurt you, but he would, and you’d love it.

Suguru’s movements became erratic, his chest heaved and his mind raced. He was reaching a fever pitch and balancing on a razor sharp edge. He could feel the ghost of Satoru’s hand on his hip. He could see in his mind Satoru knelt before him. Suguru envisioned you next to him with a look of post-orgasm high kissing up and down his neck, all while your boyfriend Satoru sucked him off. Satoru was so high above everyone. Satoru was unreachable, and untouchable. If Satoru ever stooped down to Suguru’s level, Suguru would make him live to regret it. If it was a fair fight, Suguru would win. If Satoru ever showed a shred of humanity Suguru would crush it between his teeth and revel in the feeling of it oozing down his chin and neck. He’d make Satoru what he knew he was really born to be, the strongest curse of them all.

Suguru’s breathing stuttered at the thought of the two of you becoming curses, and living under his control. The two of you belong to him. A low moan rattled his chest as he came hard. Thick ropes of white cum spurt onto his chest. One lands on his chin, another on his chewed and swollen bottom lip. His tongue lazily swipes it up as he opens his mouth panting to catch his breath. He groans and peels himself off the wall. Leaning forward he turned the faucet handle to start a shower.

[stylesyourmine]

i could teach you ll peter parker (andrew's version)

a/n: hiiiii my sweets, it's nina! happy holidays! i just watched tasm again and it got me in the mood for absolute peter fluff, i'm dying.

pairings: peter parker x reader

word count: 2.5k

word bank: y/m/l/n- your moms last name

warnings: fluff warning

could the day be any more boring? you were currently sitting in the lounge chair in your room, reading a book you'd received from someone for christmas. to be quite honest, it was terrible. after a while your eyes started to peel away from the book and onto the cream walls around you.

was it closing in on you or were you falling asleep? unable to tell you shut your eyes.

downstairs, there was a knock at the door. soon enough, your mom came over to open it, grabbing the cold metal handle and pulling it towards herself.

now that the door was opened, it revealed a brown haired-brown eyed boy. he'd been moving his feet around anxiously, and his head snapped up to look your mother in the eyes.

"he- hey mrs.y/m/l/n! i uh, is y/n here?" he smiled at her and she smiled back. his hands were on front of him, holding his skateboard pressed against his body. your boyfriend was truly a character of his own.

“hi peter, she is, she’s upstairs.”

he nodded and looked behind her at the stairs in your house.

“cool, cool. um- so uh-“ his hand found its way to the back of neck, scratching it lightly while trying to find the right words to say.

“do you- or would you, i should say would you- would you mind if i took y/n to the skating park? it’s like over by the creamery,” he pointed his thumb backwards, “y’know the one that just opened up?”

he looked up at her, not finished with what he was saying but wanted to see her facial expression. she had the same look she’d had two seconds ago, so he couldn’t tell how this would go. your mom really liked peter, so she was just confused as to why he was over analyzing a simple hang out with his girlfriend, but still, she stuck through it because he was being a gentlemen.

“yeah so i just wanted to show her some-“

“11.” she said firmly, moving to the side and opening the door wider, giving him space to come in.

he instead stayed put, and his eyebrows furrowed. 11?

scratching his forehead confused, he looked at her again.

“11?” he repeated.

“her curfew. i don’t mind as long as she’s back by 11.” she pointed at him and then to the stairs. he grinned widely and walked in,

“thank you so much!”

“you know you could’ve just asked to come in, right?” she stated as he stood at the bottom of the steps with his hand on the railing and the other on his board.

“i-uh…yeah of course i did i just wanted to give you the full plan.” peter said, trying to save himself from that whole speech. he always came in from the window in your room, so coming in from the front and having to talk to your mom and confront her with plans was new to him, since you asked him why he was “afraid” to last time.

she nodded and he took that as a signal to go upstairs. he practically ran, so eager to see you. he turned left and walked all the way down the hall, approaching the last door, your door. he knocked lightly- and you looked up from the other side, wondering who it was.

opening the door you were met by the most handsome face you’d ever seen. your boyfriends. a grin shot up onto your face, jumping onto him. he let go of his board quickly and it fell onto the floor. he was the person you’d least expected to come in through that door.

“hey baby!”

“hi gorgeous.”

your legs were wrapped around his torso tightly. his hands found your waist and gripped it. cupping his cheek your eyes looked down onto his lips with overbearing lust in your eyes. he could sense you wanted to kiss him, so he leaned into you and pressed his soft lips against yours.

your lips intertwined, moving back and forth with each other. both trying to fight a silent battle of who loved each other more. he groaned as he remembered the door was open and started taking steps backwards towards the walls and not the door. farthest from the door as he could be he, his left hand cupped your cheek now, continuing to kiss you immensely. with his right hand he webbed the door closed as quick as he could. noticing your eyebrows furrowed and broke the kiss, and you stared at the door he’d just closed.

“how did you just do that?”

“got my suit under here beautiful.” you nodded in understanding. he pressed his forehead against yours, and guided your face to look at him.

“you came in through the front door. i’ve gotta say i’m impressed parker.” your fingers brushed his lips, wiping a bit of your lip gloss off the bottom one.

you we’re still clinging onto him, and he was still amused by it. you were as close to him as could be, and that was the thing he loved most. you were safe in his arms.

“oh yeah. did the whole asking permission from your mom thing, awkward rambling thing too.”

“oooooh the rambling?” your face scrunched up, making slight fun about his adorable banter he does when he’s nervous.

he leaned his forehead into yours and mimicked the same face you were making right then. you giggled and pecked his lips.

“so anyways,-

you jumped off of him, but left your arms up behind his neck, listening to what he had to say.

“i wanted to take you out. like to skate- i thought we could skate together. i was at the park earlier but i wasn’t having any fun without you. and then it hit me,” he smiled, and pointed to his head, now talking about himself,

“maybe you should teach y/n how to do this so she could come with you instead of just imagining her here.”

he imagines you in places with him when you’re not!

you pouted at his adorable-ness, he was so cute for wanting to teach you things he loved himself. but you were just nervous because you’d watched him so many times, you know how easy it is to stumble on these things. the amount of bandaids and cleaning up you’d had to do for him was what was going through your mind.

“you think i could learn? i mean i bust my ass just walking- he cupped your mouth to prevent any bad self talk that was about to come out.

“you can, i know it. my girl has plenty of talents-“ and with that sentence he smirked at you. knowing exactly what he was referring to, you put your thumb over his mouth and rolled your eyes.

you let go of peters embrace and walked over to your closet, grabbing a jacket and slipping it on, and then your shoes. you walked over to your bed now, and started placing them on. trying to fix the sole of your shoe while getting up, your head was still down as you spoke.

“how long of a walk is the park from here cause i could tell-"

he cut you off swiftly,

“who said we were walking?”

you looked up confused and placed your foot on the ground just to be met with the boy in his spider-man suit.

“no. peter! we are not-“

next thing you knew you were swinging through the streets of new york, screaming at the top of your lungs and trying to find a place for your face to tuck into. the wind was blowing so hard on the both of you, and you were full on panicking. swinging was something that you happened to despise, but enough to like it when your boyfriend did it, preferably without you.

your hands glided his face, trying to find a place to put them.

“baby i cant see!”

“oh my god oh my god oh my god peter im going to kill you!”

your eyes opened and widened at the sight. you were above the mean streets of new york, and cars below you seemed like ants compared to where you were.

you guys finally arrived at the park, and he landed behind a small restroom area, to take off his mask and put his clothes on. as soon as you landed, you stumbled over yourself, peter catching you. you pushed him off of you lightly.

“are you crazy?!”

you hit his chest lightly and looked at him with enough intensity for lasers to start shooting out of your eyes.

as he was putting on his pants he looked at you with big puppy eyes.

“no! i just wanted you to see how it felt!” he reasoned, you rolled your eyes and pointed at him,

“seeing you do it yourself always gives me a heart attack, you think i wanted to do it?!”

“well y’know maybe? i don’t know it was quick though! it was quick! please don’t hate me, i love you!”

he walked over to you with his pleading eyes and placed his hand on your cheek and kissed you over and over until you mumbled,

“i love you too.”

he stepped back, and admired you, glad you weren’t mad anymore.

“good. great let’s go.” he smiled and grabbed your hand, practically running to the park.

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it was about three hours into it. you’d been at it for too long now. all you learned was how to literally ride it. like, get on it, and push off without falling. that's it. he’d been trying to show you how to do a kick flip, but every time you got on the board you scared yourself and got off.

you kicked, you fell off.

kicked again, this time the board went flying and lets just say it was a good thing peter had amazing reflexes.

"come on you got it!" he yelled, holding his hands in a clap form right in front of his mouth.

and you fell once again.

“c'mon baby look,

he grabbed your waist, and you placed your foot on the board as instructed. your left foot was at the top of the board, while the right was at the very bottom of it, he placed his chin on your shoulder to inspect your form, and nodded.

"okay, good, now lean."

you turned you head up at him, from looking down at your feet before and gave him a confused look.

"lean?"

"like lean forwards, your toes, point them forwards so the board is leaning towards the floor, but not so much that it is."

you nodded and looked down starting to point your toes. peters hands got a better grip onto you and helped keep your body upright.

nights like these were ones that you were forever grateful for. nights where it was just you and peter, and no one else. no spider-man either. you loved him as spider-man, sure, but it was so stressful and your forever priority was peter, always. he was the person you fell in love with, not spider-man, even though you learned to love him as well.

you knew you were peters main priority but obviously fighting crime was up there with you. these moments meant the world to him because it was a break from his crazy life. you were his muse, the person that kept him going. the person who helped him care about not just spider-man, but peter parker as well. you made him have time for himself. he would be forever grateful for you.

"okay good, now put all of your weight on your back foot, and kick up but make sure to kick and then land on the board so you dont fall,"

"yeah okay sounds easy enough, tony hawk!"

he chuckled and let go of your waist, stepping back and looking at you. you just stood there as well, in the same position he left you on the board. you looked at him questionably and just took a deep breath.

and with that he smiled and shot you a thumbs up, in means of good luck. what you didn't want, was to fall all over again. it was inevitable at this point though, because surely after so many tries you weren't going to make it.

so, you looked down and bent your knees, and kicked up like he'd said earlier.

and before you knew it your feet were back on the board, reasonably about to fall off, but you'd still made it!

your eyes went wide and when you turned around peters were as big as yours. he ran over to you, and lifted you up in the air. you guys were so excited! you'd actually made it after many tries. lets be honest, you were both shocked and relieved you didn't fall and scrape a knee or two.

letting go of his embrace you were grinning from ear to ear. "i totally just fucking did that!"

chuckling he looked down and then back up at you, lifting his hand up for a high five in which you gave to him. peters fingers held onto yours, turning your high five into a hand hold. his cold fingers met yours, and pulled your body into his in one swift move.

with his other hand, he grabbed a piece of your wild hair and tucked it back behind your ear, and then grabbed your chin lightly so you were looking straight up at him. with the biggest smile his face he said,

"i told you you could do it. my girls a professional. like, better then me, even."

you agreed and nodded your head with a sarcastic smile on your face. you slowly inched closer and closer to his face letting your feet tiptoe so you became taller to reach him.

"i know, i think i'm ready for the big leagues baby"

"oh yeah, most definitely" you both looked into each others eyes and he slowly grabbed your neck bringing it close to him, and attached his lips to yours. as they intertwined you could feel him smile. your heart was full, this was all you'd ever wanted. you were happy.

breaking up the kiss you let go of him and walked backwards, to go grab your water on the ground. turning around and bending to the floor, you go up and uncapped the bottle, a thought occurring in your mind.

"hey pete,-" you started, taking a sip of the ice cold water bottle.

"how am i getting home?" you finished while closing the bottle and turning around.

you were met not by your boyfriend, but spider-man.

"oh hell no-"

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a/n: hi loves! this was a fic that took me multiple days to finish! i really tried to incorporate peters little stutter he does, (especially when he's nervous, at least in TASM) because i feel like it's very influential to his character! i lovveeeeddd writing this one so much and i think its now one of my favorites! if you have any specific requests or even a broad idea of something you'd want me to write let me know! if you could leave me some feedback it is super appreciated! -nina <3

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American Girl

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Shit this has been in my head for a hot min. I’d like to thank @xetou​ @minruko​ and @koishiguro​ for listening to me spew my bull shit for days on end.The ice cream shop mentioned in the fic is a real ice cream place (which slaps btw) but Brooke isn’t a real person (I just used the name)   Also this is the song I used for the inspiration for the fic. And with that, hope you enjoy <3 ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Reo can speak English in this fic, He’s knowledgeable in some American culture but not all. ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Fluff and crack  ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ: Female Reader  ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1k+

It was on a business trip when Reo saw you. He wasn’t one for the slow, dull, work of his father’s job, but after he turned 20, he was given no other choice. It was in New York he met you. You were minding your own business, getting coffee for some of the other staff that was with him on this godforsaken trip. Your smile and the way you carried yourself drew himself to you. “Who’s that?” Reo couldn’t take his eyes off of you as he whispered to Nagi, one of his associates.

“(Y/n) apparently, she’s one of the people that has applied for the new secretary position. Walking over to where you were standing, he tells Nagi

“Send the others home, I want her.”

“You sure Reo?” Not focusing, he nods. Walking over to where you were standing, Reo suddenly becomes self-conscious of himself. Uncurling his spine, he fixes himself before speaking. But you beat him to the punch.

“How can I help you Mr. Mikage?” Your voice was so alluring to him, the smoky timbers of it leading him like a moth to a flame.  Clearing his throat, he says 

“I’d like to inform you that you have been hired to the company as my… personal assistant.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. You were expecting a job but nothing like this. I mean, New York was all you knew, withdrawing yourself now would have some troubles. 

“Maybe we should get to know each other, you know, business-wise?”

It was Reo’s turn to be shocked, lavender eyes shining in curiosity. “And what do you suggest we do?” The tension was thick in the eyes, electricity forming between the two of you. “Give me your number,” you say in the spur of the moment. You knew it was a bad idea to start falling for your newly formed boss but something about him was so alluring. 

“I’ll text what time you can pick me up.”

“Bold, very very bold Miss (Y/n).”

“What can I say, I was raised here. Bold is in my DNA”

“I quite like it,” pulling a sleek business card out of his pocket, he gives a small smirk

“I look forward to your text, Miss (Y/n)”

And that’s how you ended up staring at your phone for the umpteenth hour. You had always heard of the mysterious Reo Mikage, a boy who never wanted to be a king, but the real deal was far more enticing. He had self-esteem inside that made him glow, you couldn’t place it. Rolling onto your stomach, you pull up his phone number. 

“2 pm Mr.Mikage, I’ll show you, New York, as you’ve never seen before.”

In a matter of minutes, he responds 

“Looking forward to it”

Tomorrow will be a good day.

You looked good. You could tell that from the way Reo’s eyes tracked you walking down the street. The clear desire showing itself through the way he looked at you hungrily. 

“Good morning Mr.Mikage” you smile sweetly at him.

“Good morning to you too Miss (Y/n). I trust you slept well.” 

“Well enough,” you reply. Clasping your hands together, you continue 

“Shall we be off?” 

“I’ll bring the car around.” Stifling a laugh, you giggle at Reo��s obvious oblivion. 

“You’re in New York Mr.Mikage, you don’t bring a car, you walk.” 

“Is that so?” 

“Very much so.” 

“Then it is as you wish.”  Pulling out a phone from one of his pockets, he talks lowly into the phone. After a couple of minutes, he puts it away and smiles. 

“Lead the way Miss (Y/n).”

Reo was never truly speechless in his life. Not until today. He wasn’t expecting to be led into the heart of New York by one of the most beautiful people he’s ever seen. Standing in front of the small shop, he looks over to your glowing face. 

“Are we here?” He asks carefully 

“We are! Welcome to the best ice cream shop in New York, in my opinion. Welcome to Surreal Creamery.”

The small shop didn’t seem like much on the outside. Small, it was easily unnoticeable on the exterior. 

“Are you sure about it, Miss (Y/n)? It doesn’t seem like much.”

Giving the concerned man a sly look, you say nothing as you drag him into the small shop. 

“Hi! Welcome to Surreal Creamery, My name is Brooke and I’ll be your server today! What can I get you?” 

“Can I have a Chocolate Blackout please?” Brooke take note of the order on her iPad 

“And you sir?” 

“I’ll have the Thai Milk Bubble Tea & Vietnamese Iced Coffee Ice Cream please?” 

“Okay that will be 24.15” 

You reach over and pull out your card, ready to pay, with Reo already placing his onto the table.

“Sir you don’t have to pay! I invited you out today, I should pay.” 

There was something in his stare that made you not fight on it longer. Letting him pay, the two of you left, ice creams in hand. 

You take small scoops of ice cream, and Reo does the same. The cars in the background are the only noise.

“This is really good Miss (Y/n).” Reo savors the sweetness of the icy dessert. 

“Told ‘ya so.” 

Walking side by side on the slowly emptying streets of New York. The slow pace of the later afternoon was peaceful to Reo. 

“I had fun Miss (Y/n).” Reo smiles at you, loving how your skin glows in the afternoon sun. It frames your face as if the deities up above were blessing you. 

“I had fun too Mr.Mikage. Maybe we could do this again.” You haven’t felt such an attraction to one man more than you ever had than today. It was like a tugging in your heart and he had the strings. Pulling you closer and closer until the two of you were facing each other. You felt his breath tickle your face, the cloying scent of ice cream caressing your sensitive skin. He traced your jawline, hands strong and undeniably rough, goosebumps rising from where he touched. 

“I know you feel it (Y/n),” Reo mumbles. You notice slightly as Reo drops the formalities that he usually added to your name. “There’s tension between you and me. I know you can feel it too. C’mon princess, can I have a kiss?”

Your stomach dropped. He felt it too, the undeniable something that was in the air. You had no words, feeling dazed and confused. The was only one answer. The one that you both knew was the answer to your questions. 

“Yes.”

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Dan/Phil Embarrassed Masterlist

Links Last Checked: June 13th, 2022

Bath Time - amazingdanielhowell

Summary: Dan needs help in the shower and is embarrassed to be naked in front of Phil and Phil takes care of him.

Break My Trust, I’ll Break Your Ribs - analphancones

Summary: Dan is embarrassed. He made a mistake. He let his boyfriend take pictures of him during sex. And now, the whole school has seen them. He’s heart broken. But he forgives the boyfriend and slight fluff happens!

Call Me Daddy - jilliancares

Summary: Phil asks Dan what his kink is, but Dan doesn’t feel so inclined to tell him.

dan, you’re drunk go home - georgiabread

Summary: vidcon is over, and dan and phil are at the afterparty. dan’s had a bit too much to drink and turns into phil trash #1, and phil’s v embarrassed.

Hand Holding Is Not Cool - jilliancares

Summary: Dan and Phil are supposed to hold hands when going to the shop alone, but Phil doesn’t want to.

Hi, did you lose your porn script? - wanabewriter

Summary: AU: the script for a porno that you’re starring in fell out of your backpack in class and i’ve been trying to figure out how to return it to you but i’m really embarrassed and that’s why i’ve been awkwardly following you around campus all day au.

How to Flirt: Embarrassed Boy Edition - botanistlester

Summary: As soon as the first ever Cold Stone Creamery opens up in London, Phil knew he had to go. However, it wasn’t the ice cream that made him keep coming back, but rather the cute employee who looks dead in the eyes whenever he has to sing the tip jar songs.

I Know You Love When I Tease You - marvelequalslife

Summary: Phil teases Dan all day to the point where Dan messes his pants in public and he gets all flustered and embarrassed then they end up going home and fucking anyway.

Paper Cuts - jilliancares

Summary: Dan’s hands are covered in paper cuts, and masturbating has become entirely to difficult. Luckily Phil is there to help him.

Safe Inside (ao3) - instarbuckswithdan

Summary: Dan has a breakdown in the uni bathroom after an awkward and overwhelming first day. Phil is there to help him through it.

Silly Nightmare - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan’s been having nightmares, so Phil insists that Dan sleeps with him in his bed. Dan’s very hesitant about it, but finally agrees. When he wakes up the next morning, Dan finds that he accidentally wet Phil’s bed from the nightmare and he’s extremely embarrassed.

Stomach Virus - venuslester

Summary: Dan has a stomach virus so ends up really not feeling well and having to go to the bathroom all the time and he feels too ill to work but he’s too embarrassed to tell Phil and then Phil figures it out and looks after him.

Sweet Surprises (ao3) - TakeThat

Summary: Dan seems to be more secretive lately.. He doesn’t tell Phil what he’s up to, so Phil takes it upon himself to do a bit of snooping around Dan’s room when he’s out of the house one day. What he finds is entirely surprising, but he can’t wait to use what he learned on his boyfriend…

AKA Dan has a secret kink and he’s embarrassed about it. Phil finds out, and wants to prove there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

Sweet Tooth (ao3) - phantasizeit

Summary: Searching for a new beginning in London, Dan stress-bakes to cope with his blundering through the adult world. Luckily, his hot, older neighbor, Phil, has a sweet tooth.

The Laundry Fic - elliesfics

Summary: So we all know from Dan’s latest video that he spent his early years of Uni travelling down to Phil’s flat to do ‘laundry’. Here’s that fic.

Too Tall For His Own Good (ao3) - glitterandtears6

Summary: Dan and Phil head off, spending their first night on the TATINOF tour bus. Dan offers Phil the master bed, but things don't go as planned.

Touch me there - definitelythor

Summary: Dan wants Phil to rim him but is embarrassed to ask.

You Should Have Told Me - awesomesockes

Summary: Dan is visiting Phil for the first time (2009). Dan suffers from LBS, but doesn’t want to tell Phil. He wets the bed at doing the night and is really embarrassed, but of course can’t help it because it’s an illness. Phil is of course sweet Phil and don’t mind.

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hi hi Rhododendron Hawks PLEASE BBY CONGRATS ON 100 YOU ARE AMAZING your writing is beautiful and im lucky to call you a friend

Emme my love!! Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this Rhododendron with Hawks!

Hawks x Fem!Reader

The knock at your door had your nerves working in overdrive. The sharp “Just a minute!” shooting out of your mouth before you can calm yourself. As you walk to the door you take deep breaths, straightening out any nonexistent wrinkles from your dress and taking a quick look in the hallway mirror before looking through the peep hole.

At first you don’t see anything but a deep crimson, when your eyes finally focus you can see that the crimson is a set of exceptionally large wings attached to an incredibly attractive hero. You pull back from the door and take one more calming breath before opening it with a smile on your face.

“Hey chickadee! Ready for our- “Hawks stops in the middle of his sentence when he sees you, his brain and heart both stopping momentarily. He stands there stunned, taking it all in. Your makeup enhancing your already amazing features from your enchanting eyes to your sultry mouth. The dress your wearing showing off your jaw dropping figure and your soft skin. “Wow- “He clears his throat, a blush on his cheeks. “-you look amazing Y/N.”

Your still standing in the door way, relived that he finally said something. The look in his eyes when he saw you was so intense it was almost frightening. His pupils shrinking, the gold in his eyes going molten.

“Oh! Um, thank you Hawks.” You play with the hem of your dress and drop your eyes to the floor.

I hope I look amazing, my first date in years and it’s with the number 2 hero?! I’ve been getting ready for hours!

You stand there for a moment in silence until he puts a hand under your chin and tilts your face up. “Come on dove, no need to be nervous! Here, I brought you a gift.” He pulls a hand out from behind his back, holding a white box you didn’t even notice he was carrying.

“Th-thank you! These are from my favorite chocolate shop.” You take the box from his hand holding it close, a smile on your face that takes his breath away.

“Well, I know you don’t like getting flowers so I figured chocolates would be the next best thing!”

You chuckle at his enthusiasm, thankful that he is trying his best to make you feel comfortable. “How did you know I don’t like getting flowers?”

“You just struck me as a person that doesn’t like them, being a hero helps me read people so… oh wow I sounded real douche.” He looks down then notices the time on his watch. “We better get going if we’re gonna make our reservations!”

Hawks waits for you to grab your stuff, put the box in your apartment and lock your door before heading out.

Thankfully, the hero was not expecting to fly you to your destination. He opens the passenger side door to his sleek sports car, waiting for you to get situated before shutting it. As you drive to your, still unknown to you, destination you can’t help but admire him from the side. It is rare that you got to see Hawks outside of his hero uniform except when he modeled for magazine covers. However, all of those magazines could not compare to real life.

The hand resting on the shifter is big, tanned from hours in the sun with long fingers and perfectly manicured nails. His has rings on both his middle and ring finger one black with gold veins like marble, the other crimson.  The long black sleeve button up is rolled to his forearms, showing off lean muscle, veins running down to his hands. The black slacks tight enough to show off two toned legs, and a third leg?!

You hear him chuckle and he puts a hand on your thigh, giving it a quick squeeze before putting it back on the shifter. You can feel your cheeks glowing red from embarrassment.

How long was I staring at him?!

Hawks doesn’t say anything, saving you from embarrassing yourself any further.

You finally pull into a driveway, stopping at the curb. You look out the window and see a bar and lounge that you have passed by multiple times, knowing from just the outside that you would not be able to afford anything. Hawks gets out of the car and opens your door before the valet can, holding out a hand to help you out.

You step out of the car, your dress tight around your thighs and ass. Hawks can’t help but take in the sight, the crotch of his pants tightening unperceptively.

“Have you ever been here before Y/N?” You both walk up to the doors of the lounge, Hawks slightly behind you with his hand on the small of your back.

“N-no I haven’t, it always looked a little too pricey for me.” You try to distract yourself from his warm touch by examining the ornate double doors. Both sport blacked out glass and a large silver “5” topped with an image of a flower you can’t quite remember the name of.

“It’s a rhododendron.”

A shiver runs down your spine as Hawks leans over to whisper in your ear before moving in front of you to open one of the doors and usher you inside.

The date was amazing, conversation flowed smoothly, no fans or paparazzi interrupting, Hawks was even able to guess not only your favorite drink but your favorite food as well.

At one point he decided to fold one of the cloth napkins into a very poorly constructed plane, four embroidered rhododendrons resting two to each wing. You can’t help but laugh when he tosses it up, sending a couple of his feathers to keep it in the air. You both watch it soar around the room before, a stern-faced waiter walks up and clears his throat. You both turn, matching guilty looks on your faces while the napkin is swiftly returned to the table.

The hero makes sure to keep the bill out of your line of vision, immediately handing the waiter a black credit card and continuing the conversation.

“I had an amazing time dove.” He reaches across the table and grabs your hand, caressing your knuckles with his thumb. “I would hate to end this date so soon… how about we go grab some dessert? I know a cute little ice cream shop downtown that has nondairy flavors!”

You can’t help but melt into a puddle when he smiles at you, his gold eyes shining.

“I would love to! It’s good they have nondairy; I get a little sad walking into an ice cream shop when I’m lactose intolerant.”

He shoots you a wink. “Well, isn’t that lucky then? Come on, let’s get there before they close.” He takes you by the hand and holds it while you wait for the valet to bring his car around.

When you are both back in the car Hawks turns on some music, one of your favorite songs softly playing through the speakers. “I hope you don’t mind, just felt like we could use some tunes.”

“Oh, not at all!” You wave him off with a smile on your face. “I actually really like this song this artist is one of my favorites!” You start tapping your leg to the beat, watching the street lights pass by and missing the gleam in your dates eyes as he glances at you.

“Hello! Welcome to the Frozen Marble Creamery, what can we get ya?” The employee behind the waist high freezer greets you while you clasp your hands in front of you with glee.

“Oh wow, you have so many choices!” You browse the dairy free flavors, looking up at Hawks when he places his hand on your shoulder. “What are you gonna get Hawks?”

“I’m not picky so i'll just get what you get.” He pats your shoulder, moving his hand down to the small of your back. A small shiver goes down your spine when you feel the tips of his fingers graze your ass.

The employee stands there with a stunned look on their face for a moment “Oh, wow ummm Hawks! You’re like my favorite hero! I can’t believe you are here! Could I please have your autograph?” You didn’t even see them come around the corner but suddenly they are right next to you, almost pushing against you in their enthusiasm.

“Of course! I can always sign something for a fan!” Hawks strategically moves so that he is between you and the person while still keeping a hand on you. He signs the piece of paper and smiles at the employee before putting a finger in front of his mouth. “Now don’t tell anyone but I’m on a date and I really wanna impress her.”

The employees mouth drops open and their eyes go wide turning to look at you. “Oh of course!” They excitedly whisper. “Let me know what you want, and it will be on the house.”

Hawks gives them a quick wink. “The little lady and I will both have a small mango sorbet in a cup please.”

You had been watching the exchange with a small smile on your face, impressed at the way Hawks flawlessly managed to calm his fan down. When he orders for you, you shift and bump your hip against his.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say your quirk is mind reading.” You giggle.

He bumps your hip right back. “I guess I’m just that lucky!”

After you get your ice cream you walk out to the small seating area in the front, surrounded by three rhododendron plants giving the space a pleasant sweet and spicy scent.

Conversation continues in between bites of the sweet sorbet. He regales you with tales of villain take downs and working with the number one hero while also asking about your job and tales of your childhood. You can’t believe your luck, being with the hero feels so comfortable especially since he knows you so well.

It must help with his hero work being able to read people so well.

After finishing your dessert, you linger in the sitting area, enjoying each other’s company and the mix of cool night air and scent of flowers. You are relaxing with your head in your hand, watching the cars drive by in comfortable silence when your date chuckles. You turn to him with a questioning look when he reaches over and plucks something out of your hair.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who enjoys your company, you had a couple of tagalongs.” He opens his hand, and you see two small flowers sitting in his palm.

You huff out a laugh and grab one of the flowers, twirling it in between your fingers. “You know it’s weird, I’ve been seeing these flowers a lot lately.” You watch the way the petals of the rhododendron flutter in the wind and place it on the table.

“Maybe it’s fate?” Hawks places the other one on the table, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Don’t most flowers have meanings? Maybe these ones mean your beautiful.”

You giggle at his joke, your cheeks tinted pink at the flattery.

“I hate to end the night Dove but it’s getting late and I wanna make sure you get home at a decent time.”

You sigh, knowing he’s right but being sad about it all the same.

When you get back to your place Hawks walks you to the door, holding your hand and swinging it back and forth. You both stand there for a moment, you not wanting to end the night and him patiently waiting.

“I, uh, I had a really nice time today Hawks.” You fidget with the hem of your dress for a moment before looking up at him.

“I had a nice time too Dove. I’m excited to see you again.” He grabs your other hand and faces you towards him.

“Oh? Well, yeah! I would love to do this again.” Smiling bashfully, you stare into his captivating eyes, your breath hitching when he leans in close.

“I really wanna kiss you right now, is that okay?” You can feel his breath against your lips, closing the distance and kissing him instead of answering.

You share a sweet kiss before he pulls away, leaving you breathless. “I’ll talk to you again ya?”

You nod your head, and he bends down to kiss your cheek before walking back to his car. You stand in front of your door, still not believing how amazing your day was before walking into your apartment to settle down.

You crack the sliding glass door to your bedroom, pulling the curtains open to let the moonlight in. The view from your balcony is worth the rent you pay. The lights from the city glowing like festival lanterns, a soothing breeze like ice cream on a hot day.

Dimming the lights you walk to your bathroom for a quick shower, sleepy from the days excitement but still needing to rinse off. After showering you dry off and wrap a towel around your body, tucking a corner into the top to hold it in place. Drying your hair with another towel you look towards your closed door and admire the moon glowing in the sky. Walking towards your bed to grab your sleep shirt, sitting there on top of it was one lone rhododendron flower. Placed next to it, vibrant in the moonlight, shining like a blade, was a crimson feather.

“Oh, come on little bird.” The sultry voice startles you, turning around with a scream before a gloved hand shoots out covering your mouth.

“All the signs were there Dove!” Hawks clenches his hand, squeezing your face until tears well up in your eyes.

“But I guess you were too stupid to heed the warnings.”

You whimper, the sound barely audible past the glove, body shaking, hands clasping your towel that was loosening up.

“Beware! Beware! Hahaha. You should have remembered Dove.” Pulling your face closer, he whispers in your ear.

“I’m a bird of prey.”