#blueberry flavoured puppy love

[f10werfae]

You’ll always be my girl

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female! Reader

Word count: 1,594

Summary: Y/n's relatives are anything but supportive, on the other hand we have Chris who is absolutely smitten and will do anything to make sure Y/n knows

Warnings: Rude things said about the reader? Slight sexual scenes

C/n = Cousin's name

Bff/n = Best Friend's name

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

Let’s just say my extended family were not the most supportive, of anything I do for that matter. Whether it be my relationship with Chris, down to the things I eat at family dinners or rather how much I eat.

Now they don’t hate on Chris, it’s me they have a problem with, they’re adamant that Chris can do better than some small town girl that studies fashion.

So standing in front of my parents' house in a lovely light blue summer dress I had made, was definitely a bold move. It was blue with ballgown-like sleeves, blueberries dotted the corset portion of the chest, as the light blue skirt cascaded down my legs into a flowy fitting dress.

Unfortunately for me, Chris couldn’t make this last minute lunch due to the puppy interview he had to film with buzzfeed, and I refuse to let him miss that.

Taking a deep breath in, I was greeted by my mother who had a warm smile adorned on her face, pulling me into a rib breaking hug. Although over her shoulder, I could already see the judgemental stares of my cousins.

With all the “adults” moving to the backyard to watch the barbecue, I was left to sit in the lounge with the rest of my cousins. A heavily uncomfortable vibe filled the air, the washed out voices from the TV providing a good enough distraction.

“So Y/n, nice dress. Did you make it?” C/n said, a devilish smirk playing on her face, her head resting on her hand.

“Yes, yes I did make it” I said curtly, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

“Yeah well it looks sh*t actually, musta' been the lights playing tricks on my eyes” She said leaning back on the chair, my other cousins stifling a giggle or chuckle.

“where’s that boyfriend of yours? Don’t tell me, he’s left you right? He has to have left you, he surely has not stuck with you this long”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I said sitting up straighter, a burning fire of anger settling at the pit of my stomach.

“It means, look at the state of you. An average girl, with ,no offence, not average looks. Your dream is to become a fashion designer, yet your designs look absolutely trash. Why would an A-list celebrity even take a second glance at you”

Deciding to not even respond, I simply stood up, grabbed my purse and walked out of the house. I’m not going to stay in a place where im continuously disrespected and treated like dirt.

My car let out a noise signifying it was now open, throwing my stuff across to the passenger side, I drove off. Driving aimless across town, I settled upon the local ice cream shop. Sure I was lactose intolerant, but I could give less of a sh*t right now.

Getting my favourite flavour, I sat back in my car and ate the treat in silence. Multiple thoughts raced around my head at once, yes I didn’t believe anything C/n had said but those things don’t just go through one ear and out the other. Especially when it’s from someone you used to be close to.

After the ice cream, I finally looked at the time on the car and realised I had been sitting here for more or less over an hour.

Driving off back home, I could already hear the questions Chris would ask me about the barbecue, my head was already thinking of excuses to say.

(Time Skip To Home)

Finally getting through the front door, Chris came out of the kitchen, a frown on his face.

“Babe, where were you?”

“What? I told you I was at my mums today for the lunch” I said puzzled

“Yeah, well she called me thirty minutes ago asking where the hell you disappeared to”

“Something just came up at work and they needed me in to oversee something” An instant lie.

Even though he was clearly not buying it, he nodded pursing his lips and walked over to me. His built arms going around my shoulders, pulling me flush against his front. Both his hands rubbing up and down my back, “if you need to talk bub I’m here, you know that”

“I know” I said smiling genuinely at him, I could already tell a lopsided grin was probably on my face right now.

Breaking away from the hug, I walked upstairs leaving him by the entrance, “Imma just finish this up and then i’ll meet you up there alright sweets?”

“Mhm okay” I replied, halfway through the bedroom door.

In the midst of getting changed, a skype call came through on my laptop, seeing who it was from only made me sigh in relief.

Accepting the call Bff/n's face came up onto the screen, her usual bubbly self instantly setting a high mood

“Eugh what’s up with you miss gremlin, that scowl on your face is horrendous”

She said jokingly and before I knew it, I had broken down into sobs, not because what she had said had hurt me but because I genuinely just couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“Woah woah woah girly, i didn’t mean that” She hurried out, her hands waving frantically into the camera.

“No no it’s not that, it’s something else” I said sniffling, my hands playing with Chris' hoodie strings.

“I went to my mums house today for a barbecue, and C/n was there”

“ugh not that b*tch again, I swear she hates your guts for no reason. The f*ck did she say?”

“Basically it was just her saying I have no proper aspirations in terms of careers, and that soon enough Chris will get bored of me physically and emotionally”

“Girl, I swear the next time I see that ratty tatty cousin of yours, I will be throwing not just hands but also feet” She joked out, causing a slight choking laugh to make its way out.

“Yeah don’t worry, I may beat you to that”

I joke back, laughter coming from both sides of the screens

(Chris' P.O.V)

“Basically it was just her saying I have no proper aspirations in terms of careers, and that soon enough Chris will get bored of me physically and emotionally” I heard Y/n say back to Bff/n, who the f*ck says that to someone?

Not wanting to intrude on their conversation, I backed away from our bedroom and headed towards the house phone. Calling Y/n's mum.

“Yeah hi ma, I needa tell you sumthin”

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Closing my laptop, I fell backwards onto the bed, a deep sigh left my lips as Chris came into the bedroom. A sweet smile on his face as he came over and crawled on top of me, his form now hovering over mine.

“Chris baby what are you doing?” I asked, brushing some of his grown hair out of his eyes.

“I just want you to know babe, i’ll never and I mean NEVER get bored of you alright?”

“Y-you heard all that”

Nodding he dipped his head into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply before placing sloppy wet kisses all over”

“I could never get bored of your smell Y/n, it’s home to me, calms me down”

Placing his lips onto mine, he gently explored my mouth with his tongue, slight moans leaving both of our lips.

“Your lips, how can I get bored of them? You tell me you love me with them, your loving words and your kisses?! If anything they keep me entertained”

He said chuckling lowly, nuzzling his nose with mine, my eyes starting to gloss.

“And don’t get me started on these stunning eyes of yours, God I could just get lost in them forever and I wouldn’t even mind”

“Chris you dont have to do thi-“

“No, no I do and I want to. Words can’t express how much I love you, but I can definitely try”

Moving down my body he looked up at me, this time more darkly,

“Don’t even get me started on this f*cking body of yours baby”

(Time Skip to about 2 hours later ;))

The hot water from the shower sprinkled itself all over my red and raw body. Hickies littered my body from top to bottom, when Chris said he was going to love on every part of me, he meant it.

Taking my soap in his hands, he slowly lathered it all over my body, not in a sexual way but more so loving. He continued to hum a sweet melody while placing kisses on my neck, his hands still exploring my body sensually.

My hands reaching back to play with the hair on the back of his head as I tilted my head upwards to crash my lips onto his. His tongue meeting mine, like it had done multiple times earlier in the night.

“I love you so much babe, Since the day I met you, my life has never been the same. Now remember this okay? You’ll always be my girl. You’re the only I picture to be the mother of my kids, you’re the only one I see a future with”

“Chris-“

“Let me finish bubba, you are my light and if I could marry you this very second I would. I wish I could just skip all this and just go to where you finally bare my last name and we’re connected in every way possible. That’s how much I love you, and that will never change”

#chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #writerscorner #romance #oneshot

[headsupfortailshuft]

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[ohmy7hearts]

a lil bit of blueberry flavoured puppy love; milk troubles

Summary: Tobio loves milk but his baby brain can’t decide on which one to get.

Pairings: Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader // Child!Kageyama Tobio x Mom!Reader // Child!Kyoutani Kentarou x Mom!Reader

Warnings: Angy Kentarou!

A/N: i love kageyama so much and even after seeing his growth in the manga, he’s still babie to me.

Tobio stood in front of the glass door, eyes trained on the challengers behind it with clenched fists by his sides and a pout on his face. He huffed once more when his eyes have scanned all of these contestants but he still couldn’t choose one. 

After asking mama if he can go choose his own milk and using his puppy eyes - which his Uncle Oikawa has shown him how to do it with much success according to him - when mama almost said no because he was too small and young to go alone and in the eyes of mama, still a baby - he’s not, but he loves it when mama calls him her baby. Mama squealed and giggled at him instead of replying after seeing his pleading expression. She bent down to his height, muttering about how unfair Tobio was with his pouty face and puppy eyes, pinching his cheeks a bit too hard and letting him go if his brother tagged along. 

A displeased sound came from papa. He looked at the brows furrowing and arms crossing across his chest but nii-san was already dragging Tobio by the hand away from mama and papa to decipher what they were talking about. Papa did not look too happy but he knew papa would not scold mama too bad because mama told him a secret: papa was too much in love with her for that. 

After snaking their way through tall legs and getting lost at wrong turns and aisles, they’ve reached the milk section. Nii-san heading towards the yoghurt section a few feet down and that’s where Tobio’s current predicament lies, standing in front of the giant glass door with all the milk the world had to offer.

He didn’t want to go back empty-handed because that means mama and papa would not let him go again in the future and he would be stuck with the same milk they buy. Though he didn’t have anything against that, he refused to not try other milk since Uncle Makki brought him a bottle of milk the other day they came to visit and it was so delicious and Tobio had never try it before but he wanted more when he reached the bottom of the bottle. 

He could hear his Uncles laughing when he gathered his courage to ask Uncle Makki for more but to find none. He ruffled his hair and promised to get him more but after glancing between his uncle and the empty bottle with the delicious milk leaving his taste buds slowly, he could come to one conclusion at that moment: he cried.

Mama came rushing in to comfort Tobio, papa stomping after her and hitting his uncles on the head despite their attempts to get out their side of the story, nii-san charging at them with his sword - his current fascination - and hitting the nearest uncle without mercy. 

Maybe he should buy the same milk Uncle Makki bought? He frowned further when he couldn’t remember it. Tears started burning his eyes and his fists shook. 

A voice broke him out of his reverie - a young lady marring a concerned look on her face, offering Tobio to open the glass door for him, thinking that the reason he was crying was because of the high door handle he couldn’t reach - but Tobio shook his head, puffing out his cheeks in annoyance and even going as far as stomping his foot when she insisted.

It apparently caught the attention of his nii-san because he came dashing in between the lady and Tobio with his teeth out. The lady jumped back in surprise seeing the older and taller boy snarling at her while carrying packets of yoghurts in his arms. The threat of him throwing those at her increasing when she saw him wrapping a tiny hand around a packet.  She backed away, hands up and showing she didn’t mean any harm.

Kentarou turned to look at Tobio, his usual frown and pout on his face - a trademark look of the Iwaizumis the both of them got from his papa his mama said one day when Tobio came home crying after making his classmate cried when all he wanted was to borrow her crayons - and huffing out which milk he wanted so he would get it for him. 

“Uncle Makki’s.” Tobio pouted.

Surprise took over Kentarou’s face before facing the refrigerator. He blinked once then twice. His little mind wracking for a familiar looking milk. Finally, he whispered, “Which one is that?”

Tobio shrugged in defeat as they both faced the refrigerator in hopes of finding it.

You giggled, leaning your arms on the handles of the cart, watching your two boys from down the aisle as they basically glared at the refrigerator and scaring away any adults within their perimeter. “They got that from you, you know?”

“Huh?” Hajime faced you instead of the two choices of frozen chickens in his hands. He glanced to find what you were fawning over and rolled his eyes when he found his two children having a crisis. “And they got their short attention span from you.” He placed one of them back in the refrigerator and the other in the cart. “And indecisiveness.”

“Hey!” You glared at him, lips tugging downwards into a pout. 

He chuckled, arms wrapping around your hips, planting a short, sweet kiss on your lips which left you inclining towards him for more but his grip on your hips stop you short. You huffed in irritation. 

“All I wanted was for a kid who’s more like me. But they both turn out exactly like you with your bullying tendencies and that lovable face.” 

“So that’s why you keep giving in to them? ‘Cause they look like me?” Hajime snickered, head buried in your neck. 

You were about to retort when the sounds of growling and the beginning of crying could be heard from the direction of your children. Two staff were trying to help - expression laced with uncertainty and fear - but Kentarou, with a packet of yoghurt in each hand ready to launch it at them, was standing protectively between them and Tobio who was already hiccuping.

You sighed in resignation. “Exactly like you.”

Hajime grinned in pride, “Well, at least now we know that they won’t be bullied at school.”

You gasped, hitting him in the shoulder, before marching over to them before the situation escalates, and save the two staff from having their necks bit off by your child.

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime imagine #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #haikyuu imagine #blueberry flavoured puppy love #rslcreates #rslwrites

[thatshithurted8]

Lake Chelan

Heyy💜 so i have a req for Vinnie😍 based on this tiktok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdaeQPS7/ So the readers that girl and they had like the most amazing date and for whatever reason vinnie forgot to ask her number so they never met again until years later the reader is actually a big tiktok star and moves in with nai. One day nai’s on live and vinnie’s watching and then the reader shows up on live and he’s like ???!!!!! And freaks out cause it’s the girl he’s never been able to forget. @canyoubuymetoast

Summary: An impromptu connection quickly turns into an unforgettable yet unrealistic one. Despite this a few years later Vinnie finally gets a second chance to reignite said connection. 

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

“You know your help would be great Vinnie.” Reggie says sarcastically while trying his best to figure out how to pitch their tent. Maria and Nate went off to scope the area since they already set up their tent, so it left the two Hacker brothers to figure out how to create their sleeping arrangements. 

“Yea yea one sec.” He responds placing his phone on the picnic table he was sitting on before looking up to see a German Shepard walking towards him. Vinnie’s eyes instantly brighten and a smile washes over his face as he calls the dog over. 

The black and brown dog trots over to Vinnie with a wagging tail and almost immediately the friendly animal starts to leave slobbery kisses all over Vinnie’s face. Vinnie lets out a laugh as he moves his face out of the way, but continues to the pet the dog. 

“Who’s dog is that?” Reggie asks walking over to his brother, giving up on the tent. 

“I don’t know it just came up to me. It’s friendly though.” 

Reggie simply shrugs his shoulders and joins his brother in petting the dog. However, just as Vinnie opened his mouth to suggest that they should call the number on the dogs collar an unfamiliar voice calls out. 

“Zeus! Where are you boy?” 

Reggie looks up from the dog and his mouth almost immediately drops open when he see’s a gorgeous girl searching the area looking for something. He nudges his brother who was still petting the dog and cooing at it in a baby voice. Vinnie looks up at Reggie annoyed before he decides to look at what his brothers line of vision was fixated on. 

As Vinnie looks over yours and his eyes simultaneously meet. Albeit cliché, Vinnie could’ve sworn he had the air knocked out of him just by making eye contact with you. He’s never felt anything like it before. 

You on the other hand quickly glance down and relief washes over you as you finally spot your dog that wandered off of your families campsite. You quickly walk over to Zeus, your dog and the two boys that were with him. 

“Zeus I should’ve known you went to mooch food off of strangers!” You exclaim to your dog who quickly walks over to your side before you finally look back up and make eye contact with the boys. As you do so seemingly the same effect you had on Vinnie, he had on you. How did you not realize how attractive he was when you were walking over to them? 

 “I’m sorry about him he does this at every campsite we go to. You would think we don’t feed him, but he’s just a glutton.” You say, heat washing over your face due to the fact your dog wandered off and found the most attractive guys you’ve ever seen. 

“No no it’s okay we needed a break.” Vinnie says nodding over to the unpitched tent while smiling at how flustered you got from his gaze on you. 

Reggie scoffs looking at you then his brother. “We needed a break?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. “Vinnie, I’ve been trying to set up the tent for the last 15 minutes while you were trying to find service so you could make a tiktok.”

It was now Vinnie’s turn to be flustered. “Pfft, that’s not true.” The blond says obviously fibbing and you simply look at him amused. 

“Do you guys need help? My family and I go camping every summer so I’m basically an expert at setting up tents.” You suggest. 

“Yea sure that would be great.” Vinnie says standing up for the first time in the last twenty minutes while smiling at you. Without another word the three of you walk over to the unpitched tent with Zeus following along. 

“My name is Y/N by the way.” You say glancing at Vinnie before kneeling down to work your magic.

“Vinnie and that’s Reggie.” 

And that was how you and Vinnie Hacker met, all thanks to your gluttonous dog who loved showing off his puppy dog eyes to strangers in return for food. Little did either of you know how much this small interaction would have an impact on the other. As the Hacker’s camping trip went on the more your family and Vinnie’s bumped into each other and finally one night your dad invited the Hacker’s over to your campsite for a bonfire. Almost instantly yours and Vinnie’s acquaintance status changed to friends. Soon enough your family and Vinnie’s family spent the rest of the camping trip together, going swimming, boating, tubbing and more. 

That was no different for the last full day of your camping trip. In fact Vinnie finally gathered up the courage to ask you on a date despite the fact you two originally lived hours away from each other. 

“Thank you.” You say glancing up to the waiter that just took away your empty plates and placed the bill on the table. You look back up at Vinnie who was already staring at you with admiration, causing heat to wash over your face. 

Too flustered to look at the boy in front of you, you take in the scenic view. You two sat out on the patio over looking the lake with mountains, foliage and the sun setting in the distance. The restaurant Vinnie took you to was one of the fancy ones in town and the two of you stood out like a sore thumb due to your clothes. Showing up to the restaurant and sitting down to eat in a normal t-shirt and shorts was the equivalent of eating at McDonald’s in a prom dress and suit. Yet, the disapproving stares from other patrons made the whole experience even more memorable. 

“This is very nice thank you Vinnie.” 

“Anything for you.” He says softly, placing his hand on the table in which you take without hesitating, causing both of your heart beats to increase. 

“Do you want to hit O’Riley’s after?” You ask, referencing the ice cream shop the two of you went to seemingly every day of the trip to cool off on your walk back to the campsite after a day full of activities. 

Vinnie pulls out his wallet from his shorts to pay for the expensive meal while looking at you with a smile on his face. “Great minds think alike.” 

Without another word you two leave the fancy restaurant hand in hand while receiving glares from the regular patrons. Throughout your short walk to the popular ice cream parlor in town the two of you reminisce about the past week and a half together. It honestly felt like a dream. 

“You know I wanted to hold your hand on the hike today, but I couldn’t keep up with you and Zeus.” Vinnie says, recalling the hike you guys went on along with Reggie and your brother. 

“Clearly you need to work on your stamina, City Boy. That incline wasn’t even that bad.” You joke poking Vinnie in the stomach before leaving his grasp to wander over to the menu of ice cream flavours. Vinnie was infatuated with everything about you and he adored how you made fun of him for being from Seattle. The blond lets out a laugh and follows you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on the top of your head as he analyzed the menu as well. Almost instantly you melted into his touch. 

“Okay Snow White.” He retorts back remembering how basically every animal or even bug seemingly gravitated towards you throughout the trip. 

“What can I say Vinnie. I’m just that captivating.” You say turning to look at Vinnie before winking. 

After a few minutes of waiting in line and you changing your mind on what flavour you wanted for the fifth time the two of you finally order and make your way over to a bench nearby. You weren’t a stranger to Lake Chelan and what you loved most about the small town was how close everything was. In fact the bench you and Vinnie decided to sit down on wasn’t too far from O’Riley’s, but it was close enough to the lake to witness the scenic view in full. 

Once you two sat down you guys instantly turned to each other and tapped the other’s ice cream cones, causing some of your ice cream to transfer to Vinnie’s and some of Vinnie’s to transfer to yours. You introduced this small practice to Vinnie on the third day of hanging out together. In which the reason behind it was simply because you’ve been doing it ever since you were little for good luck and to have a small taste of the other person’s ice cream. 

Vinnie watches as you taste his flavour, red velvet while your eyes light up, causing him to smile. “Holy shit yours is good.” You say before taking a lick of your flavour which was blueberry cheese cake. The blond laughs in amusement as your face of delight quickly turns into disgust. 

“Yea I definitely should have gotten yours or moose tracks.” 

Without hesitating Vinnie softly takes your ice cream cone out of your hand and switches it with his. “There you go.” 

“Vinnie, no this is yours.” You say reaching for your ice cream back, but he simply puts his hand above you and ultimately out of your reach. 

Vinnie laughs playfully as he watches you attempt to reach the cone with your original flavour from your spot beside him. “Y/N like I said earlier, anything for you.” 

You roll your eyes at the blonds cheesiness, but you end up sitting back down placing your head on his shoulder while heat washed over your body at how he made you feel.  

The sound of kids riding their bikes, crickets and birds splashing in the lake could be heard while the setting sun continued to reflect off of the water. “It’s so beautiful here.” You say after swallowing your last bite and taking in the view in front of you. 

“Yea it is.”

You turn to Vinnie and your heart begins to race when you notice he was already looking at you. Some may think this moment was cliche, but to you it was perfect. In fact your hopeless romantic dreams were being fulfilled. 

Vinnie’s gaze on you was intense and you couldn’t bring yourself to break it. Instead you found yourself flickering your eyes down to his plump lips and back up to his brown eyes. Vinnie follows your lead and his proximity causes your breath to hitch. 

Without wasting another second Vinnie finally moves in and acts on what he has been wanting to do ever since he got to know you. His lips meet yours and you instantly kiss back, wanting for this to happen for a while yourself. 

The kiss was short yet sweet and passionate while leaving both of you flustered. You place your head back onto Vinnie’s shoulder, your hand finding his and intertwining your fingers. A comfortable silence falls upon you two as both of you take in the perfect moment.

“I don’t want this trip to end.” Vinnie says breaking the silence while rubbing his thumb across your skin and admiring the scenic view in front of him. 

It scared Vinnie how fast his feelings for you developed and continued to do so and he was quite frankly disappointed that you guys live so far away from each other. Although you both lived in the same state you lived closer to Portland while he remained in Seattle. You two created a once in a lifetime connection throughout a camping trip and it seemed as if it was going to end just like that. 

“I promise I’ll say goodbye and give you my number before we leave tomorrow don’t worry.” You say lifting your head off of Vinnie’s shoulder before placing a kiss on his cheek. The whole trip you refused to give Vinnie your number or social medias simply because you realized their was more to life than the internet. You would rather be going hiking or playing in the rain than being on your phone, which Vinnie adored considering he was so consumed with his platform on TikTok. 

However, your promise would ultimately be broken when Vinnie woke up the next morning. The blond boy walked over to your campsite with a small bouquet of wildflowers he picked along the way. He could hear the beat of his heart in every step he took, knowing this would be the last time he saw you for a while. 

When Vinnie reached your campsite his heart and the bouquet of flowers simultaneously dropped at the same time. Your site was empty. In fact, it looked as if you and your family didn’t even stay there. The only thing that proved that you were there were the tire tracks of your families RV. Now the site was ready for the next group of campers to come in and make their own memories. 

Even though you and Vinnie only spent a week and a half together it felt like you two created a lifetime worth of intimate moments and memories. He doesn’t understand how he got so attached to you in such a short amount of time, but he did. The blond boy lets out a deep sigh before turning around to go back to his site, leaving the memories you two created and flowers he brought you behind. 

- 

Vinnie lets out a big yawn as he stretches in bed. He grabs his phone and checks the time. 2:43pm. The night before the blond streamed Valorant on twitch until 4 in the morning so there was no wonder as to why he was just waking up. Deciding to stay in bed for a little longer, Vinnie cuddles into his sheets and opens TikTok, Hera joining him a little bit later.

As he scrolls he likes a few and comments on some of his friends posts. However, his incessant scrolling comes to a stop when his for you page lands on a video of Nai’s. Vinnie watches it, but as he does so a familiar face is shown causing his heart rate to increase while butterflies erupted in his stomach. Who knew that one person could still elicit these feelings out of him two years later?

There was no way. It couldn’t be you in the video. Yet there you were in Nai’s tiktok showing off your gecko. You looked the same, but so different at the same time. Vinnie couldn’t help himself, but to watch the tiktok a few more times, every time his smile getting bigger and his heart fuller. 

Luckily for him Nai tagged you in the caption in which Vinnie took this opportunity to check out your profile and make sure it was actually you and his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. Right away he knew it was in fact you. 

You had just under a million followers and were on the brink of getting verified. As Vinnie scrolled through your profile he finds your first tiktok that went viral and ultimately kick started your career. The video was of you eight months ago running and dancing around in the rain in the middle of the road. Vinnie smiles as he watches and he couldn’t help, but to feel flustered at the fact he finally found you after all these years. 

It made him happy to see that you seemingly stayed the same personality wise. From what he remembered you loved everything about nature and animals so there was no surprise to see your account full of videos of you enjoying what you loved. In fact your most viral videos consisted of your ring neck parakeet, Athena. 

Just as Vinnie was about to hit the follow button on your account a text from Alex popped up. 

I was planning on throwing a chill party tonight is that okay?

He clicked and stared at the message for a few seconds. Seemingly Nai would be invited which meant if you were with her still Nai would likely bring you as her plus one. 

Yea ofc. 

Vinnie spent the rest of the day going through your social media accounts. He wanted to follow you on every platform possible, but he didn’t want that to creep you out so he decided it was best to wait and see if you came tonight. After all his odds were looking in his favour as the time until the get together dwindled and you and Nai continued to post with each other. 

The blond walks out of his washroom freshly showered with a towel around his waist and into his large room. He could hear a bunch of voices and music coming from down stairs so the party must have already started. Just as Vinnie was about to drop his towel to get dressed a familiar voice is heard from the other side of his door. 

“Knock knock!” Nai shouts. 

“One sec!” Vinnie calls out quickly, throwing on boxers and a pair of black cargo pants before rummaging through his dresser for a shirt. “Come in!” 

Almost instantly the door flies open revealing Nailea in all her glory. Vinnie glances over to her in hopes you were with the brunette, but his hopes fall when he see’s you’re no where to be found. 

“You seriously need to stop making thirst traps in the shower we all thought you slipped and died with how long you were taking.” Nai says walking into the room and flopping onto Vinnie’s bed. 

Vinnie lets out a laugh while he continued to look for a shirt he wanted to wear, his mind being clouded with thoughts of you. Nai was wearing the same outfit she was wearing in the instagram stories she posted with you today so where were you? 

Just as Vinnie turns around, putting on a shirt with the intent to discretely ask Nai about you a familiar, but nostalgic voice could be heard in the hallway over Alex’s loud laugh from downstairs. “Nai?” 

“In here!” 

“Jeez this house is huge I need a map just to leave the washroom.” You say walking into the unfamiliar bedroom. As you do so your eyes lock with Vinnie’s and both of your heart rates increase significantly. Heat washes over you under Vinnie’s gaze and you couldn’t help, but to feel confused. He looked so familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on where you recognize him from. 

Vinnie on the other hand felt as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Throughout the past few years he imagined scenarios where he would run into you back at home or at Lake Chelan, but finally being in your presence again caused him to not know how to act. 

“Y/N this is Vinnie the friend of mine I wanted you to meet.” Nai says looking at you. “And Vinnie this is Y/N. I think you guys will click instantly especially since you’re both from Washington.” 

“Nice to meet you. Can I sit?” You ask nodding over to Vinnie’s bed where Nai was sitting, petting Hera. 

“Y-yea of course.” The blond stutters out causing his cheeks to go red. However, a pang of hurt rings throughout the boys heart when he realizes you don’t remember him. 

Quickly you make your way over to Vinnie’s bed and without wasting another second you extend your hand out for Hera to smell before petting her. Vinnie watches as you do so. You looked even more beautiful than when he first met you two years prior, if that was even possible. Although you looked slightly different due to the fact you graciously grew into your features Vinnie could tell your personality stayed the same as you continued to gravitate towards animals. 

“What’s this cuties name?” You ask scratching under Hera’s chin, causing her to purr before you smile at Vinnie. 

“Her name is Hera.” 

You let out a gasp, “Did you know Hera was married to Zeus?” You say, recalling your past obsession of Greek Mythology. By now Nai was zoned out of your conversation and was scrolling on tiktok. 

“Yea I actually named her after a girl that I met at Lake Chelan, who’s dog was named Zeus.” Vinnie says with a toothy smile on his face. 

Your eyes widen and you look back over to the blond, your heart beating a mile a minute while you finally connected the dots. 

“City boy?” You breathe out. 

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Little Bones 2

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series); harassment, general creepiness, unwanted touches

This is dark! (biker) Thor x chubby!reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: You’re a city girl stuck in a small town, but Birch isn’t as sleepy as it seems.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown and When the Weight Comes Down

Note: We got another part and I hope you love biker!Thor as much as I do. It’s lots of fun.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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Chapter 2: Better butter your cue finger up

The bottle of wine sat on your counter and you hid away the vodka in your freezer as you resisted the temptation of both. The library made hangovers even worse with its bright lights and tedious nothingness. So you tried to ignore the tapping at your shoulder, the persistent tug of your paranoia, and pretended that nothing had changed. In Birch, nothing did change, right?

The click of your mouse and the loud tapping of keys filled the silence of the library. Colin snored with eyes wide open. It was hard to tell when the old man was awake or sleeping. You weren’t sure there was a line left between the two for him. He spent most of his working hours in the back on the other side of the windowed wall although what exactly he did there remained a mystery.

There wasn’t very much to do there outside the occasional school visits in which students walked down to complete some research project or the teacher’s held a crafting circle. You liked those days as often you could join in and help wrangle in the pupils as they explored the sterile shelves.

Melissa stood and her chair rolled back with a grumble. She stretched and bent to grab her purse from under the desk.

“I’m going down to Bab’s. You want anything?”

“Hmm,” you tapped your chin as you leaned back. “I wouldn’t mind a latte. Oh, and I think they have the banana loaf today. A slice of that too.”

You peeked under the desk and sat forward to grab your bag from the cubby beside your PC tower. “Nope,” Mel stopped you, “it’s on me today. I need a breath of fresh air anyway. Even if it is cold as hell.”

“Oh, thanks, Mel,” you smiled and grabbed a pen to click in your monotony. “We should dig out the Christmas decorations soon. It might actually give us something to do.”

“Maybe for an hour or two,” she pulled her jacket from the rack that stood against the wall between the front counter and the back room, “We could try something new this year. I saw these lights online, you can program them with your phone.”

“You think Colin could handle that?”

“Like he would even notice.” She laughed and pulled on her coat and grabbed her purse. “Latte, banana bread.” She recited. “I’ll be back.”

You watched her go then stretched your legs out as you arched in the chair. You fell back limp and closed your eyes. You could fall asleep right there. You really couldn’t blame Colin for his waking trance. This place made your ears buzz and your head spin.

You heard the whoosh of the automatic doors and sat up. You were surprised at your visitor but not disappointed. Melissa’s daughter approached the desk as she swung her bag in her hand. You could tell by the little wrinkle between her eyebrows that she wasn’t happy.

“Your mom’s just gone to Bab’s,” you rolled closer to the desk. “You must’ve seen her.”

“I saw her.” She said tersely. She stilled her fidgeting and planted her dangling purse on the desk. She sighed and crossed her arms. “I’m here to talk to you.”

“Is something the matter?”

You were nervous. You knew her as well as her mother and you got along. You shared an interest in old Hollywood and a taste for dry history and humour. You liked her, envied her even for having a mother like Melissa.

“I hate doing this. I hate when he makes me do this.” She dropped her arms and instead gripped her hips. “You want to come down to the Asp tonight? For a drink?”

You chuckled and clicked the pen. “It’s Wednesday. I have to open tomorrow and--”

“Hrgh,” she huffed. “I’m sorry but it’s… not a question.”

You put the pen down and clamped your lips together. She shook her head and looked away.

“It’s an order. From Bucky.” She tapped her toe on the carpet. “I tried to tell him that you wouldn’t want to come so late. That you know, you work. He just doesn’t listen and--” She heaved and threw up her hands in exasperation, “I tried.”

“But… me? I don’t even know any of those… people. It’s not really my scene.” You swallowed and dug your nail into your thumb. 

“I’ll be there. Same with Steve’s girl from the bakery. She’s nice. And…” her eyes were dull but irritated, “look, if you don’t show up, Bucky will go and find you. Everyone in town reports to him. You don’t have to be in his club, he owns Birch.” She grabbed the thin strap of her small purse and drew it from the desk, “you don’t want to learn that the hard way like I did.”

You knew it wasn’t Bucky who wanted you there, you suspected that big blond brute who had chased you down the street. Her anxiety fed yours and made you uneasy. If she were that afraid, how scared should you be?

“I think you know my answer considering I’ve been given little choice.” You said firmly. “What time?”

“Seven. I got him to budge on at least that. You won’t be out too late.” She gave a weak smile and twisted the strap of her bag. “Stay close to me and I’ll do what I can. You know, with Steve’s girl, I really tried…” She looked away and rolled her as they turned glossy. “Sometimes, Bucky listens to me and I’m figuring out how to make him.”

“Why are you with him?” You whispered. “Why--”

“You think it’s a choice I made.” She blinked and sniffed. “No, it was made for me when I was born in this god forsaken pit.” She thrust her purse over her shoulder and shrugged. “I don’t know why anyone would make up their mind to come here.”

“I can’t say I’m happy with the decision.” You returned.

She sent you a pitying look before she spun away. She marched back to the doors as her mother nearly collided with her. They spoke for a few minutes before the younger left and Melissa came over to plop her goodies on the desk.

“New latte flavour, candy cane. I figured we might get a bit festive.” She announced.

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You stood outside the Asp and stared up at the snow-covered marquee. The powder began to fall just after noon and collected along the small ledge below the image of Cleopatra.  You wore a bright pink toque with an oversized pom-pom and tucked your chin down against the matching scarf tucked down the front of your cherry-coloured coat. You stuck out among the grey of Birch.

You didn’t put much effort into getting ready. You kept on the same polka-dot blouse from work and traded your trousers for faded jeans and a pair of knee-high boots. You took a breath and stepped through the doors, barely avoided the rush of snow that fell down behind you.

The bar smelled of beer and a stale but pungent dinginess. You looked around in the low din. The bartender, a woman named Lucy, dried several glasses and stacked them on a shelf and every man in the place wore leather. 

You found Melissa’s daughter next to Bucky as he squinted at his closest accomplice, Steve. The shy girl from the bakery was tucked under his arm as she picked at the hem of her short skirt. You cleared your throat as you pondered leaving.

A figure on Bucky’s other side stood and you frowned as that man, Thor, smiled at you like a puppy. You fixed your mouth into a straight line as Bucky’s girl rose and waved you over.

“Hey, you made it,” she said. You didn’t miss the way Bucky’s hand slid up her thigh.

“Yeah,” you said flatly as you rounded the table.

“Kitten,” Thor greeted as he pulled out the chair next to him in a flourish. “I’ve a seat just for you.”

You looked from the chair to his face. You made no move to sit.

“If that’s not to your tastes, you can sit in my lap.” He taunted.

Your lips parted in disgust and you grabbed the back of the chair. You wrenched it away from him and backed up steadily as you dragged it around the table. You stopped it next to Steve’s girl and unzipped your jacket. You sat and shrugged out of the coat then crossed your arms. You tore your eyes from the large man and smiled at the baker girl.

“The banana loaf was good,” you said. “Sorry I didn’t make it down.”

“Oh, it’s ugly out there,” she turned in Steve’s hold and his arm slipped down around her waist. 

You could feel Thor’s constant gaze as you humoured the girl about the weather and listened to her story about how Mrs. Deeton sent back a blueberry scone for not having any blackberries. You did your best to blot out the rest of the bar.

“Kitten, you want a drink?” He interrupted and you peered over at him. You glanced from him to Lucy as she stood and awaited an order.

“Do you have ginger ale?” You asked her directly.

“We have club soda or iced tea right now.” She said with venom.

“Iced tea, thank you.” You fished through your purse for a fiver.

“Put it on my tab,” Thor insisted.

“No, it’s fine, I--”

You held out the bill and he reached across to snatch it from your hand. “On my tab.” He repeated and the barmaid stomped away. He tossed the five back to you and smirked. “Keep it, kitten.”

You swiped it up and turned back to Steve’s girl. She looked frightened as she stared at the blonde man and slowly returned her attention to you.

“Um, so, I was going to tell you the secret ingredient to Bab’s banana bread but you have to promise not to tell.”

“Sure,” you leaned in and she whispered it in your ear and giggled. 

“I’m not supposed to tell.” She uttered as she touched her cheeks guiltily.

“I’ve been telling her she don’t need to worry about rules,” Steve intoned as his fingers danced on her hip.

“My mother made the best banana cream pie,” Thor interrupted. “She handed the recipe down to me. My sister was never much into sweets.”

“Oh?” Steve’s girl turned to Thor. “We don’t serve that at Bab’s but we have lemon meringue.”

“Mother made that too. She showed me the trick to perfect peaks. I could show you.”

Steve growled and pulled his girl closer. She looked at him as he sent a heated glare at Thor. She touched his chest and cooed at him to relax. Lucy returned with your iced tea and you took it eagerly as the tension burned at your face.

“So, kitten,” Thor scooted his chair around the table as you set your glass down, “what trouble did you get into today?”

“I work at a library.” You uttered dryly.

“And did you enjoy your wine last night? I always heard it’s better with company.”

You jutted out your jaw in annoyance and looked at him. He was painfully persistent.

“Excuse me.” You stood and nearly gave him a face full of your chest. You looked to Bucky’s girl as she listened to his incessant grumbles. “Where’s the restroom?”

“Just down there,” she pointed along the far side of the bar.

“I could show you,” Thor offered and you waved him off.

“I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

“Yes, you are,” he purred and you backed up as his eyes grazed your hips.

You were all too eager to hide in the bathroom and closed yourself in a stall as you tried not to scream. You had dealt with perverts before. Often you were the butt of some joke. The wingman settled for the chubby girl so his pal could get laid. Those types thought you were desperate and had no qualms with getting handsy on the dance floor. But college was long ago and Birch wasn’t known for its nightlife.

After a moment, you were able to steady yourself and you left the stall. You stood by the grungy sink and stared at the mirror. Why you? Why was this idiot bugging you?

You went back out with reluctant steps. You passed a drunk man at the bar talking about some feat of machismo in his foregone youth. As you neared the table, you froze in the spot as you listened.

“...she’s fat anyway.” Steve snarled and laughed meanly.

His chortle was curtailed as a chair scraped on the floor and the baker girl cried out. Thor forced Steve to his feet but the front of his tee shirt. He pulled him past his girl and brought him close as he growled down at him through flaring nostrils.

“I like you, Rogers, but your mouth makes it real hard.” Thor sneered.

“What the fuck?” Steve struggled against him, “let me go.”

“I’m not sitting here shit-talking your woman, eh. You might have little respect for them, but I do.”

“Jesus Christ!” Steve was on tip-toes as he was held up by the other man.

“Apologize.” Thor demanded.

“Wha--”

“Dammit, Steve, say sorry.” Bucky snapped.

“S-sorry, dude.” Steve stuttered.

“Not to me,” Thor turned and to your surprise, he thrust Steve around to face you. “To her.”

You stared in shock as Steve straightened his shirt. He was like a petulant child as he looked you in the eye. “I’m sorry.”

“For…” Thor prodded.

“I’m sorry I called you fat.” Steve looked away.

“I…” you didn’t know what to do or say as you glanced past him to the other girls. “Well, I am so it’s fine.”

Thor shoved Steve back and his thick brows drew together. “Don’t listen to him,” he said. “I like a little extra.”

“Hey,” Bucky’s girl interrupted as she stood suddenly, “the table’s free. How about I get Wanda and we can play some doubles, just us girls.” She touched Bucky’s shoulders, “leave the men to their business.”

Thor’s shoulders fell and he shook his head. He grinned at you even as his disappointment shone through.

“Sure,” you answered as you stepped around him. “Sounds fun.”

💀

You focused on the felt. It didn’t help block out the blazing heat of Thor’s leer. You refused to look over at him and instead pretended to be enthralled with the game of solids and stripes. 

When you were a kid, you went to the youth centre and played with the rest of the kids desperate for a distraction. In uni, you enjoyed your plastic cups of cheap sambuca and coke at the campus bar and chalked up the cues. You were no expert but you could hit a good shot now and again. Your mother used to recount tales of her hustler father. Maybe it was his blood that kept your hand steady.

The other girls played as a pair as you handed off to Wanda. She wore the cut of the Birch’s club and her dark lipstick was the same shade as the leather. You saw her now and again with the men. She smoked her cigarettes out front and watched the town with indifference.

Wanda took her shot and clicked her tongue as she scratched. You shook your head as Steve’s girl scrunched her nose at the table. You were even; three stripes and three solids. She went around the far corner and awkwardly positioned herself over the side. She reached back to tug down her short skirt, she was clearly uncomfortable in the revealing outfit.

She sunk her mark but her next stopped short of the pocket. She shook her head and apologized to Steve’s girl who assured her with a pat on the shoulder. You took the cue from Wanda and walked around the table. You walked back and wondered if you could sink two in one. It was a possible angle but could you hit it?

You tilted your head and sighed. You bent and brought your foot back as you squinted and carefully positioned the cue. You couldn’t decide whether you should try to spin it to the right or hit it straight on. You knew the power you needed but you couldn’t afford to hit a stripe.

You almost tapped the cue ball as you felt a warmth over you and suddenly a hard torso was against your back. You went rigid as Thor bent over you and put his hands over your as he adjusted your aim. His hot breath wrapped around your neck.

“Almost, kitten,” he pushed his crotch against your ass.

You pulled the cue back so that it hit his ribs and he grunted as his hands fell to the edge of the table. You took the shot and pushed out of his grasp. His hand dragged over your ass as he stood straight and touched his side with a wince. 

“I got it.” You said as both balls rolled and dropped into opposite pockets.

He chuckled and bit his lip. It was almost a snarl as he watched you across the table and you sensed the bated breaths of the other women.

“I like a woman with a firm grip,” he winked, “And confidence.”

You looked back to the table as he loomed on the other side. You sunk the last solid and lined up for the eight ball. A straight, easy shot that even the most amateur could get. You ended the game and Wanda clapped as the other girls grumbled their congratulations.

“Best out of three?” Steve’s girl asked.

“I’m sorry to disappoint but I have to work early.” You leaned the cue on the table. “I showed up and now I’m done. It was fun, girls, but I’m gonna turn in.”

You smiled at each of them and your face fell as you passed them and went to grab your coat from the chair where it still hung. Thor was less than subtle as he followed you to the table and watched you zip up your coat over your chest. You slung your purse over your arm and pulled your hat on as you braced for the chill that awaited you.

“You shouldn’t walk alone.” Thor intoned.

“It’s a small town. I’m fine.” You spun away and again, he followed.

At the door, you turned back and crossed your arms. “Look, I can handle myself, buddy. Now leave me alone.”

“I’m just being nice.”

“You’re being a pest.”

“You love it.”

You huffed and closed your eyes to keep them from rolling back into your skull. You looked at him again and bit down on your words. “Do you ever give up?”

“On you, never.” He grinned.

“Well, be a good dog and stay.” You jabbed your finger in the air. “Stay!” You repeated as if he was a hyper dog. “Good.”

You quickly slipped through the door and booked it across the street. The door didn’t hit the frame but was instead caught as his boots scuffed out behind you. You peered back as you reached the other side and kept up your steady jog. He watched you but did not give chase.

“I’ll sniff you out one day, kitten,” he called out. “Pussy, pussy, pussy.”

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[amphxtrite]

cedric diggory x fem!reader

warnings: food, tooth-rotting fluff.

summary: a morning picnic with cedric.

a/n: requested, love this so much!

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“Mh-” You sigh, slowly opening your eyes to the feeling of an arm slung over your side and a soft breathing against the back of your neck.

The sun hitting your curtains floods the muted light into your eyes in a faint glow. Blinking, a light snore sounds from behind you catches your attention, a playful smile creeps up your lips.

As slowly as you can, as not to wake him, you turn over onto your other side and shuffle yourself into place until you’re comfortable.

For a moment you hold your breath, waiting for Cedric’s eyes to flutter open, but his soft snores continue and you sigh in relief.

The morning sun hits the brunette in an angelic light, bathing him in a golden glow.

Your eyes skim down Cedric’s shoulder and arm, noticing one arm tucked under your head and one resting on your waist, you blush happily.

Using your hands, you trace your fingertips up and down Cedric’s bicep, following each muscle like a guide down his arm.

A content sigh pulls you from your thoughts and your eyes flicker upwards to his face again to find him staring down at you, a teasing smirk playing at his lips.

“How long have you been awake?” You groan, burying yourself into Cedric’s chest and hiding your pink cheeks.

“Hm- not long, that feels nice though.” Cedric chuckles, wrapping his arm tighter around you.

“Mhm?” You giggle, running your fingers along Cedric’s bare chest in small circles.

Rolling his eyes, Cedric presses a kiss to your hairline, effectively pulling you from your spot against Cedric’s torso.

Grinning, you press a butterfly kiss to the brunette’s nose, holding back your giggles as Cedric nuzzles himself into your neck in the process.

“Good morning to you too, love.” You tease, peppering kisses along Cedric’s cheeks and hair.

“Can I go back to sleep dove?” Cedric murmurs, nuzzling his nose into your pajama shirt. “Of course, but we could make breakfast instead hm?” You suggest, tangling your hand into Cedric’s hair.

At the word breakfast, the brunette’s face snaps up, eyes widening in glee.

“Can we have waffles? The ones with chocolate chips?” Cedric pleads with puppy eyes and a light pout.

“My boyfriend and his sweet tooth.” You sigh with a soft laugh, nodding before pressing a kiss to Cedric’s forehead.

“But, you’re helping.” You smirk, shuffling out of Cedric’s arms and hopping off the side of the bed.

“Of course, M’lady!” Cedric states enthusiastically, hopping down behind you as he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder, rocking you gently from side to side.

“Hey, I thought you wanted breakfast!” You giggle, poking fun at the brunette.

“I do, I do.” Cedric chuckles, pushing your forwards out the bedroom door, picking you up bridal style to carry you down the stairs.

“Cedric!”

“What? I can’t hold my princess?” Cedric pouts as he sets you on the floor again.

“I never said that!” You roll your eyes, turning and tugging Cedric into the kitchen by the arms.

“Good, because you my darling, look ever so graceful in my arms.” Cedric smirks, poking you on the nose gently and leaning forwards to catch your lips in a soft kiss.

“Morning breath Ced, y’haven’t even brushed your teeth yet!” You sigh, pretending to be disgusted.

“Oh haha.” Cedric scoffs sarcastically, walking away to grab a bowl from the cabinet to mix your batter. You giggle and retrieve your muggle waffle iron, and just like always Cedric stares in amazement at the small contraption in your hands.

“Cedric you’ve seen me use this a hundred times, what’s with the face?” You smirk.

“Muggles truly are genius, a contraption that makes little cakes, spectacular!” Cedric grins eagerly.

“You sound just like my father when he watches my mother cook.” You giggle, gathering your ingredients.

“I say that sounds like a compliment.” Cedric remarks, grabbing a whisk and some chocolate chips.

“It was darling, pass me the vanilla?” You ask.

“Course love.” Cedric nods, popping a chocolate in his mouth before turning and grabbing the bottle of vanilla. “Now this is real magic here.” Cedric chuckles, lifting the bottle to his nose before handing it to you.

“Right because wands and spells weren’t enough?” You tease, measuring out a half teaspoon and adding it to the mixture.

“It’s food magic, different.” Cedric smirks, pressing a kiss to your forehead and plugging the waffle iron into an outlet.

“Mhm.” You tease, adding a handful of chocolate chips before Cedric adds another with a lick of his lips.

“And to think you still eat these with maple syrup.” You tease with a smirk.

“No such thing as too sweet m’love.” Cedric states, pushing a kiss to your cheek with a loud ‘mwah.’

“Alright then…” You shrug, placing a small piece of butter onto the iron and watching it melt.

Spooning a bit of batter onto the iron, you hum to yourself as the sound of simmering hits your ears.

Cedric grabs two plates from your cabinet and begins cutting up fruit and placing them onto the plates.

“First one’s done Ced.” You smile, placing the first waffle onto a plate and spooning more batter in.

“Do you want blueberries, love?” Cedric asks, grabbing a container of the fruit from your fridge.

“Yeah, strawberries too please.” You smile, placing another waffle onto the plate.

“Want me to set up outside?” Cedric asks, jabbing his thumb towards the exit to your backyard.

“Mhm.” You nod, placing the last of the waffles onto the second plate. “I’m gonna get dressed, want me to grab you a shirt Ced?��� You ask, unplugging the waffle iron and walking towards the stairs.

“Why, is this making you flustered?” Cedric teases, flexing his biceps.

“And that’s a yes, I’ll be down in a second, love.” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

Cedric smirks, grabbing syrup and a blanket off your living room couch and exiting the back door.

You change out of your pajamas into a light sundress and grab a t-shirt for Cedric before running back downstairs and grabbing your breakfast, careful not to drop anything as you walk yourself outside.

The summer breeze hits you like a warm embrace and you pause for a moment to breathe it all in, relishing in the comfort before it all ended.

“Are you coming over darling, or just gonna stand there looking pretty?” Cedric calls.

There it was. You smirk.

“I’m coming, your majesty.” You laugh, crossing the field barefoot and setting the plates down on the blanket, toss the shirt on Cedric’s head and sit down.

Cedric throws on the t-shirt and wastes no time picking up a waffle and shoving it into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in days.

“Didn’t even drown your waffles in syrup yet Cedric, you okay?” You snicker, pushing him gently.

“I- Hun-gy.” Cedric says incoherently in between bites of breakfast.

“Don’t talk while you’re chewing Ced, can’t understand.” You huff, taking a bite of your waffle.

“Said I’m hungry love.” Cedric explains after swallowing his bite.

You nod and pop a strawberry in your mouth, chewing slowly and admiring the sweet flavour.

Cedric opens his mouth expectantly and you roll your eyes and place a strawberry in his mouth. Cedric closes his mouth around the fruit, but cocks his eyebrow flirtingly.

“Seriously Cedric?” You laugh, shaking your head.

“Come on, please?” The brunette laughs leaning closer to you.

“You just love being a romantic don’t you?” You smirk, placing your finger on Cedric’s chin and meeting him halfway.

Cedric retracts the strawberry into his teeth and pulls you closer to him by placing his hand on the back of your head. You smile into the kiss and tilt your chin, letting him deepen the kiss and blushing deeply as the taste of strawberries flood your tongue.

“Really Ced?” You laugh, pulling back a bit, resting your foreheads together

“You know you love it M’darling.” Cedric sighs.

“I do love you.” You shrug, picking up a waffle and holding it up to Cedric’s mouth.

“I love you more.” Cedric chuckles, taking a bite and smirking playfully.

Rolling your eyes, you lean back onto the blanket and relax your feet into the short grass.

Cedric smiles and pops another bite of the waffle into his mouth before moving the plates aside and laying his head on your lap.

Your hand instinctively moves to his hair and begins to get tangled in his tousled curls, Cedric hums in content and lifts his hand to your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful you know that?” Cedric flirts, blowing a kiss up to you.

“How charming, but sorry I have a boyfriend.” You smirk.

“He’s a lucky guy.” Cedric sighs, pulling your chin down to him.

“Well.” You smile, allowing him to connect your lips in a sweet kiss.

“I’d say I’m luckier.”

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory fluff #cedric x y/n #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory fanfiction #cedric diggory x reader fluff

[wondersofdreaming]

Shades of Blue

Characters: Henry Cavill x female reader

Word count: 1.872

Warnings: Lots of fluff. Lots of emotions. Lots of feelings. Making love. NSFW!

Author’s note: @jolly-polly​ and I were discussing about the Greek Islands, and how much I loved the culture, the food, the people, the ocean and so forth. So she told me to write a cave scene, and I in turn challenge her to write a cabin scene ;)

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

Thank you so much to @radaofrivia​, my angel, who send me lots of pictures, ideas, advice, sounds of the ocean, and lots of encouragement to write this piece.

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Feedback is appreciated.

The yacht was rocking slowly side to side, a soothing motion that was lulling you to sleep, together with the sound of water splashing against the tall cliff. Seagulls were diving into the azure ocean for fish or trying to steal each other’s catch. You could hear your friends swimming happily close to the shore, their laughter reaching your ears, making you smile widely.

You were laying on one end of the yacht, absorbing the sun’s rays and just enjoying your holiday in the Mediterranean Sea, when a large shadow blocked the warm light. You took off your sunglasses and shrieked when the brisk ocean water started dripping on you.

“Henry! That’s cold!” You told your boyfriend laughing as he pulled you up. His smile shone brightly through the shadow he cast and bent down to give you a gentle kiss.

“Come swim with me, my love,” he tried to coax you. His abs were glistening in the sun, his wet hair curling, and his cerulean eyes challenging you.

“How can I say no, when you give me those puppy dog eyes?

”You stand on the tip of your toes to kiss his nose, then wiggled out of his grip.

“The last one in the water is a slowpoke!”

Henry’s sweet laughter could be heard as he ran after you. You dove into the clear blue sea, enveloped by the cold refreshing liquid. You opened your eyes and watched an explosion of bubbles happening next to you. Henry’s grinning face came out of the foam and swam towards you. He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist and with a few kicks of his strong legs, he broke to the surface, gasping for air.

“You cheated,” he accused you, but his teasing eyes and grinning lips were telling you, he didn’t mind that you had won the impromptu race.

“I did no such thing,”

“How about a consolation prize for the loser?” He pouted.

An amused look spread on your suntanned face as you went to meet his full lips. Even while he was using a lot of strength to hold you both above water, he kneaded your ass and took over the kiss. He was like a starving lion, hungry for anything you would give him. What he didn’t know was that he already owned you, body, heart, and soul.

His tongue touched the rim of your lips, seeking entrance to your warm mouth. You opened up to him, trusting him to keep you from drowning. The tip of your tongue moved to touch the roof of his mouth. You felt the vibrations of his moans through your entire body. One large hand palmed the back of your head, deepening your coupling.

“Oi! Lovebirds! We’re going to get something to eat, are you coming?” One of your friends yelled from the shore.

Henry’s lips spread as he smiled into yours. He slowly moved away, pecking your well-kissed lips one last time, before turning his attention to your friend.

“No thanks, mate. We’re good.”

“We are?” You asked him. His signature panty-melting smirk gave you a hint that he was hungry for something other than food.

“I have something special planned for us,” he whispered, licking the shell of your ear. A quiver went down your spine in anticipation of what was to come.

You swam towards the yacht. Henry helped you out of the teal coloured ocean.

“Stay here, we’re going to the shore in just a minute.”

He went into the bedrooms and collected a waterproof rucksack. His large hand wrapped around your smaller one as you dove back into the Aegean Sea, swimming the short distance to the beach.

Your friends waved at you from the bar, sending you cheeky smiles. Henry pushed you gently the opposite way.

“Henry, where are we going?” You asked, keeping up with his long strides.

“It’s a surprise. I promise you’ll love it.”

After a few more minutes of walking, Henry stopped and put his large palms over your eyes.

“Take a few steps until I say stop,” Henry told you. You giggled and took a cautious step, not knowing what was in front of you except sand. He guided you a little to the left, into the ocean until the water reached your knees. You then wadded through the waves for a few metres before Henry told you to stand still.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes!”

Henry’s chuckle made you smile. You had gotten goosebumps from the excitement. Henry removed his hands. You blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the very bright sun.

The scene in front of you made you start to tear up.

“I got a little help to set this up,” Henry leaned his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your torso.

“I love it, babe. Thank you,” you told him and kissed his scruffy cheek.

Smiling, he led you to the laid out black and blue blanket that had been set up with a picnic basket, a bottle of champagne sat in a bucket of ice, and a single red rose lay on top of an envelope.

You opened and read the card out loud:

“Have fun, lovebirds 😉”

A burst of laughter escaped your lips. You set the card down and handed the cooled bottle to Henry.

The bubbly liquid spilt over his hands when the cork flew up in the air. You quickly held up the two glasses for him to pour in the champagne.

Henry fed you fresh Vietnamese spring rolls, Scotch eggs, blueberry muffins, scones, a large variety of chocolate-covered fruits, different cheeses and loaves of freshly baked bread.

“When did you have time to make all of this?” You asked curiously while biting into a Scotch egg. The yolk was soft and gooey, just the way you liked it, and the crumb was crispy and bursting with flavour.

“Most of the food is from a restaurant in town, but the Scotch eggs and scones I made on the yacht, while you slept in this morning,” he told you and took a large gulp of the golden wine.

“How sneaky of you. That’s why the kitchen was so clean when I got up.”

“Well, I had to clean the mess I made, so you wouldn’t become suspicious.”

“Very clever of you, Mr Cavill.”

The grin on his handsome face hinted on more surprises to come.

“You’re hiding something, my love. Out with it.”

Henry ate the last bite of the food, before he stood, dusting some sand off his trunks.

“I do have something I want to show you,” he held out his hand, helping you up. You helped him pack the blanket and empty champagne bottle into the rucksack. The rest was shoved into the picnic basket.

Henry intertwined your fingers together as you walked further down the beach, which was getting narrower and narrower. Henry put the rucksack and picnic basket down and waded into the clear water when there was no more sand to walk on.

You would follow him to the end of the earth if it meant being with him forever. When the ocean reached your chest, he picked you up and swam to the other side of the rocky wall.

A large entrance to a cave loomed over your heads as Henry inched closer. You could hear the waves hitting the cavern walls, it made the eerie-looking grotto less intimidating.

“Oh my gosh, Henry. How did you find this?”

“We sailed past it yesterday,”

“Huh, I didn’t even notice. Someone was distracting me by walking around in nothing but these tight swimming trunks.”

Henry laughed and paddled into the cave. The sea went rapidly from light cyan to midnight blue. The light couldn’t reach that far inside, but your eyes swiftly adjusted to the dark. A tiny island sat in the middle of the grotto, and it looked like the rocks there were moving.

“Look, Henry! It’s turtles!”

It was quite the sight, as the turtles moved to make room for the two of you. The surface of the island was flat and smooth. You sat at the edge with your feet in the water, shivering a bit from the cold air inside the cave.

“Come here, my angel.”

Henry manoeuvred you into his lap. You felt his rising excitement beneath your bottom. His lips grazed your exposed shoulders. A fire was slowly building up inside you, as his lips explored your chest, removing your bikini top.

His nimble fingers moved between your bodies. It felt as if he was touching you everywhere and nowhere at the same time. You burned for him, wanting his soft touch at your most intimate place.

“Henry…” you whined.

“Patience, darling. All good things come to those who wait.”

You huffed out an annoyed groan. But two could play the dirty game, so you moved your fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp, pulling gently at his curls, while you clashed your lips to his. The grunts that left his lips made you grind your pelvis to his groin. His eyes turning to a dark sapphire colour.

In one swift move, he had you on your back. The surface of the island cold, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was Henry. He whispered words of love in your ear as he made sweet passionate love to you. Your moans echoed through the cavern as you moved as one being. The sound of the water splashing in the background. The turtles jumping into the ocean to give you space. Your bodies moved as fluidly as the waves.

All your senses were heightened, but they were concentrated on Henry. Tears of joy and tears of ecstasy from the intense emotions that were welling up inside you ran down your reddened cheeks. Henry kissed them away, drinking the salty sea pouring from your lust-filled eyes.

It felt like an eternity had passed that you had spent forever in the cave, but only a moment had gone by. Time had stopped while you two devoured each other in a passionate pairing.

As the waves crashed against the island, so did the ecstasy burst inside your satisfied body. You fell into the abyss of euphoria together. You were panting as if you had just run a marathon.

Sweat mixed with salty seawater dripped down your back. Henry moved to lay down next to you, pulling you on top of him. He kissed your forehead lovingly, telling you how much he loved you.

After you caught your breath you put your bikini back on, even made Henry help you tie the ends together. You jumped headfirst into the indigo water and out into the horizon dipping sun. A turtle swam past you, gracing you with its fin.

Henry dove beneath the waves to swim after it and you followed him. More turtles joined your little swimming party as you danced with Henry in the waves. The sky had gone from cornflower blue to shades of orange, red, pink and purple.

“Thank you for today, handsome. I do have one request before the day is over.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

“You just rocked that tiny island, do you think we can make the yacht rock too?”

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[dershloop]

Breakfast In Bed

“Snowball! Happy Valentine’s day!” Cole yelled, kicking open Zane’s bedroom door, “I made you breakfast like the amazing, loving and caring boyfriend I am!” He said, walking over to his bed and standing over him.

“Cole, it’s 8 am,” Zane said plainly, rubbing his eyes with a yawn, looking up at his boyfriend and back at the clock next to his bed, that clearly stated it was too early to be awake, especially when it was a Sunday.

“Z, man, bro, dude, I’m begging you. Please eat the breakfast I made you,” Cole said, trying his best to mimic the expression of a kicked puppy.

“I never said I wouldn’t eat it, it’s just that it’s 8 am and you look like you’ve barely slept,” Zane said, sitting up and stretching out his arms out, rolling his shoulders back, listening as the sprockets and joints in his shoulders pop satisfyingly.

“So you will eat it?” Cole said excitedly, looking down nervously at the very full looking tray in his arms. Zane laughed endearingly and moved over in bed, patting the space he’d just been lay in as in indicator that Cole could get in with him and he’d eat breakfast. His eyes lit up and he dashed over, careful not to spill any of the food or coffee onto his white sheets. He lifted the tray off his own lap and placed it on Zane’s carefully. His eyes scanned over the tray, a proud smile growing on his face.

“You never answered the second part of the statement Cole. How much did you sleep last night?” Zane said, looking from the plate of very thick pancakes to the cup of jet black tea. The bowl of strawberries, blueberries and other assorted berries was overflowing, a few toppling out onto the tray itself. He had a feeling there wouldn’t be much fruit left in the monastery until the next big shop from the looks of things. There was however a pot of Zane’s favourite yoghurt. It was a thick greek style yoghurt in the flavour strawberry, with a spoon next to it. That was a nice touch, he thought.

“Not really, I couldn’t sleep,” Cole answered plainly with a shrug.

“Why not?”

“I didn’t have my teddy bear with me,” Cole said, smiling sweetly, resting his head on Zane’s shoulder. Zane laughed, heat beginning to rise to his face. He knew full well Cole was referring to him.

“Why didn’t you just get in bed with me?” Zane said, confused. The nindroid wouldn’t lie, he had had trouble getting to sleep too. He was so used to Cole coming and climbing in bed with him and filling half of his bed, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close that the lack of that last night almost made him sad. Needless to say, his bed had been very, undeniably cold.

“I didn’t want to get out of bed early tomorrow and disturb you! This was supposed to be a complete surprise and an alarm going off at 7 wouldn’t exactly help me.” “Fair, fair. What do you want me to try first then? Tea or the pancakes?” Zane asked, his hand hovering over the fork and knife on the side of the tray.

“Pancakes! You’d be surprised how long it takes to make them, the fuckers never cook evenly it’s so annoying. I only made 3 because they were pretty big so I didn’t want to make you puke or something. Wouldn’t be the best valentines day gift ever if you did,” Cole said with a yawn, pulling the covers up a bit to keep himself warm, not moving his head from Zane’s shoulder.

“Ok, pancakes it is,” Zane said enthusiastically, picking up the fork and pushing them through the small but thick stack, then grabbing some strawberry pieces and eating them with the pancakes. Nice… wasn’t exactly the word he’d use to describe them. Somewhere along the line, he’d forgotten an ingredient or a step but Zane couldn’t pinpoint where. How exactly did one mess up pancakes? However, Zane loved Cole a hell of a lot more than he disliked the taste of them, so powered on.

“And? What do you think?” Cole said, practically beaming that Zane had gone in so quickly for another bight.

“Delicious C,” Zane said, quickly swallowing down his third mouthful, “They’re amazing, so fluffy and uh… tasty!” Zane ate some more fruit with his next forkful, not wanting to subject himself to the taste for any longer than necessary.

“Are you sure? You don’t look as if you’re enjoying them that much,” Cole said hesitantly, raising his head to look at the nindroids face suspiciously.

“I promise you, Cole, they’re delicious. I’m just tired is all. I’ll have some of the tea, that might help wash it down and wake me up,” Zane said quickly, putting down the fork onto his plate and lifting up the tea, hesitantly bringing the cup to his mouth and drinking some. It wasn’t scolding hot, much to Zane’s surprise, and it didn’t taste too bad. A little sweet for his liking but he didn’t mind. Cole had a habit of zoning out and forgetting what he was doing halfway through a task, so he assumed that’s just what happened.

“How do you like the tea?” Cole asked, still not buying into the facade that his pancakes were any good.

“It’s lovely, rocky, I promise. All of this is. I really appreciate it,” Zane said with a smile, leaning towards Cole and pressing a small kiss onto his lips in an attempt to reassure him. Naturally, because this was Cole, it worked and he lay back happily, resting his head back on his shoulder.

Zane ate a few more mouthfuls, packed with fruit of course, before he decided to stop. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up the facade of ‘Don’t worry, Love, they’re amazing’, so he ultimately decided to quit while he was ahead. He picked up the spoon and begun eating his yoghurt, savouring the taste of something that wasn’t whatever was in those pancakes. “Did I make too much? You didn’t finish them,” Cole said, looking at the plate with now significantly less pancake than there was a few minutes ago.

“Maybe. But that’s ok gumdrop, I still loved them,” Zane said, putting the now-empty pot down and finishing his tea.

“Popsicle? Snowball? Snowflake?” Cole said with pleading puppy dog eyes, looking at Zane as if he’d never eaten anything in his life.

“Yes, you can eat my leftovers,” Zane said with a laugh, handing him the tray. Cole’s eyes lit up and he picked up the fork, digging into the remained of the pancakes. Zane couldn’t help but think it was a bold move to go without any fruit, but he had to find out they were borderline uneatable somehow, and Zane knew for a fact it wouldn’t be from him breaking the unfortunate news.

Cole put the forkful of pancakes into his mouth, chewing them slowly, pulling a disgusted face before quickly swallowing and grabbing a few strawberries and raspberries to cleanse his mouth.

“That was genuinely disgusting, Z, what the fuck,” Cole said in disdain, looking at the half-empty plate, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Zane gulped and picked up the tray, moving it to the floor next to his bed so it wouldn’t get knocked over and spill over his white sheets.

“You were so excited and you barely slept because of it? I didn’t want to hurt your feelings,” Zane said with a sigh, looking at Cole in his peripheral vision.

“Oh Snowball you, dummy,” Cole said with a laugh, wrapping his arms around Zane’s neck and throwing himself at him, causing Zane to fall so he was now lying horizontally across his bed. He laughed and wrapped his arms around Cole’s waist. “Move around Z, I want to hug you properly this isn’t comfortable,” He complained. Zane laughed.

“You sir, are a little shit. You threw yourself at me!”

“Silence! I won’t listen to this hearsay!” Cole declared.

“What would you do if I, for instance, didn’t shut up and just kept on talking?” Zane said, pushing himself up and spinning them both around so his back was now to his wall. He smirked, absentmindedly rubbing his hands up and down Cole’s back, merely anticipating what was about to happen.

“I would… do this!” Cole said, pulling himself up and beginning to plant kisses all over Zane’s face and neck. Zane laughed, more and more heat rising to his face.

“Cole you little shit, stop it!” Zane laughed, grabbing Cole’s face between his hands and holding it in front of his own, glaring playfully at him. Cole smiled sweetly as if he didn’t know exactly what he’d just done. “Come here you,” Zane muttered, pulling Cole’s face towards his own and pushed their lips together kissing him softly. Cole quickly sunk into the kiss, smiling and resting his hands on Zane’s waist softly as if he were holding some kind of priceless artefact. Which, in fairness, he was.

Zane pulled away with a smile, running his hands through Cole’s long, messy hair, bringing them to rest over his shoulders.

“Get back in bed, you feel cold and you look exhausted,” Zane said, raising his eyebrows at Cole.

“Wow, thank you for noticing,” Cole said with a yawn, climbing off of Zane’s lap and crawling under the covers. Zane lay back down too, pulling the covers up as to cover his own torso. Cole quickly snuggled up to his boyfriend, resting his head on his chest and listening to the mechanisms Wizz and whurr beneath his skin. Cole wrapped his arms around Zane’s torso and closed his eyes, already falling asleep. Zane rested a hand on his head, gently playing with his hair.

“Good night Snowflake,” Cole muttered wearily, melting under Zane’s fingers as they twirled and fiddled with his hair.

“Goodnight gumball,” Zane said with a small laugh, eventually even falling back to sleep himself.

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[emospritelet]

Heatstroke - chapter 10

Last time, Lacey thought she was flashing Gold in his kitchen, and it turned out to be Neal. Oops!

[AO3]

x

Gold tugged the belt of his silk robe around his waist, smiling to himself as he heard Emma out on the landing explaining to baby Henry that although he thought it was a great time to be awake, momma needed coffee. He had heard Neal go downstairs a little earlier, so Emma would probably get her wish. It was nice to have his family back in the house, and he looked forward to spending the day with them. He made his way down to the kitchen, listening with half an ear as Emma and Neal discussed Henry’s breakfast.

“Heat up some of that porridge, would you?” said Emma, bouncing Henry on her hip. “If I don’t drink at least two cups of this coffee I’ll go back to sleep.”

“Sure thing,” said Neal. “You think he wants some banana in it?”

“Yeah. Should be some blueberries in the fridge, too.”

“Okay. Go sit down, I should take Dad a coffee. He’s usually up by now.”

“I’m up,” said Gold, entering the kitchen and making them look around. “You two relax, I’ll make breakfast. Eggs? Pancakes? There’s bacon if you want it.”

“Eggs, bacon and toast would be awesome,” sighed Neal, running his hands over his face.

“Ditto,” said Emma reverently, and took a slurp of coffee.

“You sleep okay?” asked Gold, and she nodded.

“Yeah, Henry was pretty good, he let us sleep until seven this morning. Usually he’s up with the birds.”

“Wait until he’s a teenager,” remarked Gold. “You won’t be able to get him out of bed without a crowbar.”

“That sounds like it’s aimed at me,” said Neal. “And I grew out of it.”

He gave Gold a friendly shove with an elbow as he passed with Henry’s porridge. Gold grinned, heading for the fridge and taking out the bacon. He began preparing the breakfast, taking sips of coffee in between cutting slices of bread, listening to Emma coaxing Henry to eat his porridge. Neal poured a cup of coffee for himself and set it down, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Gold stacked the bread slices, ready for the toaster, and reached for his coffee. It was good: strong and black, a smooth, nutty flavour spreading over his tongue.

“So,” said Neal. “This is not a question I ever thought I’d have to ask, but have you by any chance been flashing your neighbours?”

Gold choked on his coffee, eyes watering as he coughed.

“What?” he wheezed. “Why on earth would you ask that?”

“Mostly because a young woman marched in here, yelled ‘now we’re even’ and flashed me.” Neal flung his arms wide. “Squeaked, swore like a sailor and ran out as soon as I turned around, so I assume she was hoping to see you.”

Emma burst out laughing.

“Seriously?” she giggled. “Oh my God! Pops, what have you been up to?”

“Nothing,” said Gold stiffly. “If it’s who I think it is…” He hesitated for a moment. “What did she look like?”

Neal shrugged.

“Petite. Dark hair.”

“Australian accent?”

“Yeah, now you mention it.” Neal grinned, winking at him. “There something you want to tell us?”

“Her name is Lacey French,” said Gold coolly. “She’s my new neighbour, and we’re currently having something of a battle of wits. I’m not sure who’s winning.”

“If she’s getting naked in your kitchen, I’d say both of you,” remarked Emma, raising her cup. “Good for you.”

“It’s not like that,” he snapped, and then hesitated again. “She was really naked?”

“Under the robe, yeah,” said Neal. “I was at the sink. You should have seen her face when I turned around.”

“Was she pretty?” asked Emma, and Neal grinned.

“Yep.”

“You’re a stud, Pops!”

“I most certainly am not,” said Gold repressively, making them both chuckle.

He started making breakfast, hoping they would drop the subject, and set slices of bread in the toaster, trying very hard not to imagine what Lacey might look like naked. Naked in his kitchen. Naked in his bed.

“Why did she do it, though?” asked Emma, and Gold fumbled the bacon as he tried to get it on the grill.

“What?” he asked.

“Why did she say you were even?” asked Emma. “Why was she flashing you? Or - or thought she was flashing you?”

Gold sighed, laying out the bacon slices with rather more care than was necessary.

“She saw me at the cabin,” he said. “I’d been swimming in the lake, and she was running on the trail near the cabin when she saw me getting out.”

“So she saw you skinny dipping?”

“In a manner of speaking.” He wrapped the rest of the bacon and put it back in the fridge. “She saw me standing on the deck afterwards.”

“With - everything hanging out…” Neal gestured in the direction of his crotch, and Gold heaved another sigh.

“Yes, thank you Neal, with ‘everything hanging out’, as you so eloquently put it.”

Neal grinned widely and raised his coffee cup.

“Well,” remarked Emma, scooping up another spoonful of porridge. “Guess she liked what she saw.”

“What?” snapped Gold. “Don’t be ridiculous!”

“I’m just saying.” Emma gave Henry the spoon, wiping a smear of porridge from his chin. “Girl wouldn’t go to the trouble of showing you what she’s got if she didn’t want you to take notice of her.”

Gold stared at her as she sat back in her chair and reached for her coffee.

“That’s the most ludicrous thing I’ve ever heard,” he said eventually.

“Why? Makes perfect sense to me.”

“Because she hates me, that’s why.”

“How do you know?” asked Emma. “Maybe she’s just terrible at flirting, like you.”

“Because I know!” he snapped, and frowned. “What do you mean, like me?”

“I mean you can’t tell when a woman’s throwing herself at you,” she said patiently. “Remember last year, when we came up to visit for that Halloween party at Granny’s? That woman with the red hair was all over you like a rash.”

Gold shuddered.

“Miss West,” he muttered. “Don’t remind me. The woman has no concept of personal space.”

“Around you, sure,” said Neal. “I don’t see her draping herself over anyone else in town.”  

“And then there was the realtor for our apartment,” added Emma. “She was dropping hints the size of taxicabs about the two of you getting dinner. You gave her your recipe for coq au vin and pretty much shut the door in her face.”

“She said she enjoyed cosy evenings in…”

“My point,” said Emma, waving a hand in the direction of Lacey’s house. “Is that I think this girl likes you, I think you actually like her, and the two of you are as bad as each other at showing it.”

“Like her?” Gold stared at her, outraged. “The woman’s a bloody menace!”

Emma and Neal shared a look, and a satisfied nod that made his eyebrows draw down.

“I do not like her!” he said petulantly. “I don’t!”

“Fine,” sighed Neal. “We won’t say anything more about it.”

“To you,” added Emma. “It’s gonna be the main topic of conversation when we’re driving home, though.”

“Especially if we see the two of you interact,” said Neal, raising his cup.

“Oh yeah, if there’s any interaction we’re totally giving you our opinions again,” agreed Emma, and Gold scowled as they chuckled.

“I’m so glad my non-existent love life is of interest,” he said waspishly. “Perhaps we could change the subject? I thought perhaps a walk in the woods today, and we can go to Granny’s this evening for dinner. If the two of you can stop taking the bloody piss between now and then, of course.”

Emma set down the porridge and got up, kissing his cheek.

“It’s only because we love you, you know that, right?” she said. “We want you to be happy. Not every day a pretty young thing gets naked in your kitchen, and if it happens again, we want you to make the most of it.”

“Just don’t tell us the details,” said Neal hastily.

Gold grunted, mollified.

“Well, I’m sure you mean well,” he said, kissing Emma back. “But I can assure you that’s never gonna happen.”

x

At six-thirty in the evening, Granny’s diner was busy enough that Lacey felt she could at least pretend that she wasn’t having an existential crisis. Since the incident in Gold’s kitchen she had hidden in her house and sworn that she would not be setting foot out of doors until she could be sure of not doing something mortifying. A day of nothing but her own company had, however, been too much to bear, and so she had come to Granny’s to have a few drinks with Ruby. She managed to get one of the tables near the bar, and was stirring her rum and coke with a straw, waiting for Ruby to arrive.

“Okay.” Ruby’s tone was brisk as she hurried over and flopped into the seat opposite, the scent of fresh perfume wafting from her. “Shift’s done and I no longer smell like burgers, so let’s get this girls’ night going! Did you order yet?”

“Hell yes,” said Lacey, pointing to her drink. “You’re one behind. I ordered another round.”

“Cool.” Ruby shuffled in her seat, then leaned on the table and waggled her eyebrows. “So. How’d it go with Gold?”

Lacey groaned and slumped forward, head on folded arms.

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say not well,” observed Ruby, and Lacey groaned again.

“I’m moving to Greenland,” she said in a muffled voice.

“Huh?”

She pushed up on her hands, fixing Ruby with a flat stare.

“I tried to get even and it backfired,” she said dolefully.

“How come?” asked Ruby. “I thought you were gonna flash him. What could go wrong with that? I’m willing to bet he appreciated the view.”

“Maybe if he’d seen it he would have,” said Lacey. “Unfortunately it wasn’t him I flashed.”

Ruby’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“There was someone else at his house.” Lacey sat back in her chair, slumping a little as she reached for her drink. “Some guy. I think it was his son.”

“Dark hair, brown eyes, kind of has an expression like a puppy that wants petting?” asked Ruby.

“I - well, definitely the first two, I guess,” said Lacey.

“Yeah, that’s his son,” confirmed Ruby. “Neal. Moved to Boston years ago, works in insurance or something. I think he has a kid now.”

“Well, there wasn’t a kid there, thank God,” said Lacey, with feeling.

“Wow. Kind of unlucky that the one time you go ever there, he’s visiting, huh?”

“Unlucky?” snapped Lacey. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Ruby shrugged, leaning back as one of the waitresses set down their round of drinks.

“Well, it just means that you’ll need to move to phase two of the plan, that’s all.”

“Phase t– there is no phase two!” Lacey threw up her hands. “I’m not even sure there was a phase one!”

“It was your idea to try to get even,” Ruby said. “You just need to plan it better, that’s all.”

“No way.” Lacey shook her head, taking a drink. “I’m not talking to that man ever again. It only blows up in my face.”

“But you wanted to interview him,” Ruby reminded her. “Sidney said he’d give you a raise, remember?”

“Yeah.” She shook her head, stabbing at the ice cubes with her straw. “Well, I’ll just have to think of a way to arrange that that doesn’t involve anyone being naked.”

“That sounds like no fun at all.”

“Ruby…”

“Okay, I’m teasing.” Ruby grinned wickedly. “Although you have to admit that getting naked with him would probably bag you an interview.”

“No one is getting naked,” said Lacey loudly, making the diners at the next table glance around. She sighed, blushing a little, and Ruby snickered.

“Maybe his son didn’t say anything to him,” she suggested.

“Yeah, maybe.” Lacey eyed her. “Would you keep quiet about something like that?”

“Oh, hell no!”

“Yeah.” She pulled a face, eyes flicking towards the door as it opened, and felt her heart sink. “Shit! He’s here!”

“What?”

“Gold!” Lacey hunched over the table, hoping Ruby would shield her from his gaze. “Shit!”

“Would you relax, he’s probably just here to get some food.” Ruby glanced over her shoulder. “See? He’s getting a table. And - yep, that’s Neal. With a stroller. Oh my God, that is one cute kid. Oh, and that’s Neal’s wife. I forgot how pretty she is.”

“Just tell me no one’s looking my way.”

“You’re safe.” Ruby turned back. “See? Gold didn’t even glance at you. I don’t think Neal told him.”

“Right.” Lacey felt her heart lighten a little. “Okay. Look, can we get out of here and go to the Rabbit Hole? I don’t think I can relax if he’s here.”

Ruby sighed.

“Fine, but you’re gonna have to see him at some point,” she said. “You’re neighbours.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Okay, how about this,” said Ruby. “Once Neal goes back to Boston, you go over to his place like nothing happened and ask about the interview. It’s not like you introduced yourself to Neal, so even if he did say something to Gold, all he knows is that some random woman flashed his son. So just pretend it wasn’t you.”

“Okay.” Lacey nodded. “Act like it never happened. Got it.”

“And then, when he least expects it…” Ruby mimed opening a coat, and Lacey rolled her eyes.

“Oh no,” she said. “My days of exposing myself are over. If he wants to see me naked he’s gonna have to be the one to make the effort.”

“Hmm,” said Ruby slyly. “It almost sounds like you want him to try...”

“What?” Lacey gaped at her. “I do not!”

“Mhmm.” Ruby took a long slurp of her drink. “Come on, finish that and let’s get out of here. I feel a number of poor decisions need to be made this evening, and I want your help to make ‘em.”

“Fine,” said Lacey. “As long as you don’t expect me to carry you home.”

She swallowed most of her drink, the rum burning on its way down, and set down the glass before pushing to her feet. The chair legs scraped against the floor, and Gold glanced over. She was surprised when he looked away almost immediately, his attention on his family, and even more surprised that she was disappointed by that fact. You wanted him to ignore you. What the hell is wrong with you?

“Ready?” Ruby was watching her expectantly, and Lacey pulled her eyes away from the Golds.

“Ready,” she said.

He glanced across again as she headed for the door, and she kept her eyes on her destination, a prickling feeling between her shoulder blades, as though she was marked. As though he was watching her leave.

#fic: heatstroke #golden lace fic #golden lace #rumbelle fic #rumbelle #my fic

[musingsofsaturn]

Opening Up [Kristanna ‘Waitress’ AU] - Chapter One

[Masterlist for this fic]

Fandom: Frozen/Frozen II

Ship: Anna/Kristoff

Side Pairings: Anna/Hans, Elsa/Honeymaren, Bulda/Cliff

Chapters: 10/10 [COMPLETE]

Rating: M

This Chapter’s Rating: T for bad language

This Chapter’s Word Count: 1,700+

Summary: Waitress and baker Anna Westergaard's life changed forever when she discovered some startling news. Dr Kristoff Bjorgman didn't anticipate liking his new patients quite as much as he did. For better or worse, the residents of the small town of Småby Bend were about to be changed forever.

[Photo taken from Jenna’s Pie Palace. This chapter’s recipe is Blueberry Bacon Pie. (Or just blueberry if you’re veggie like me.) Bon appetit!]

Småby Bend was a small town of little significance to everyone apart from its residence. It had a charming market square which hosted a farmers’ market on Wednesday mornings, neat residential streets that were cited as being ‘perfect for raising a family’, and one small train station with a train running twice a day to the nearest city. It seemed like everybody knew everyone else, though nobody was really paying attention to each other. Time moved slower in Småby Bend; it wasn’t the fast-paced town for commuters and rat-racers. It was the steady home of routine mundanity.

Just to the west of the market square, nestled in between a book shop and a pharmacy, sat The Snøffnug Café. It had stood in the same spot for fifty years, and would be there for fifty more. The owner, Cliff, was known for being grouchy and stern – his wife had died twenty years earlier and he hadn’t been the same since. As an ex-army man, Cliff ran a tight ship; the schedules for his staff were specific and he expected punctuality, his stock was always carefully managed, and he valued the reputation the café had for serving the best cup of coffee to the East the North Mountain.

While Cliff didn’t give a wonderful first impression, the people who worked for him understood his ways. The anxious Elsa thrived on routine and organisation anyway, so the sweet-natured woman was in her element at The Snøffnug Café (although her eye did begin to twitch nervously if Cliff started to yell). Bulda was an outgoing and high-spirited woman, a mother hen to her friends and customers, who was quick with a sassy remark to her boss that somehow never overstepped the line. And then there was Anna.

There was the ghost of a confident, bubbly girl in Anna. She was known to many, but very few people could consider themselves her friend. Her exterior was reserved and collected, but those who knew her well recognised the swirling depths of the thoughts she was lost in. Everyone in Småby Bend knew her reputation for being the best baker for miles, and her talent for flavour combinations and perfect techniques drew in daily customers to the café.

In the early afternoon of a cloudy Tuesday, Anna was tucked safely in the kitchen of The Snøffnug Café, kneading some dough as a bubbling pot of blueberries cooked on the stove. Her hands worked feverishly, pressing the dough hard into the workbench, pulling it back in on itself, before pushing it back down with force. Outside of the kitchen, there was the background noise that Anna was well accustomed to; the chatter of customers, the whirring of the coffee grinder, the bell above the door chiming as someone entered or left.

In her peripheral vision, Anna noticed the slight frame of Elsa as she walked in and started to prepare a grilled cheese for one of her customers.

“Ooh, what’s today’s pie, then?” Elsa inquired lightly.

“Blueberry-Bacon,” Anna replied. “I wanted to make something sweet and familiar, with a bit of a surprise hidden in it.”

“Sounds amazing – save me a slice when it’s done!” Anna affirmed that she would, and the two women worked in silence for a few moments. “Anna, what did that pie dough do to you?”

Anna ceased her actions. “What?”

“Well, it- You’re treating it like you saw it kick a puppy.” She offered Anna a gentle smile, and Anna huffed quietly as she turned back to the lump of dough on the workbench. “Did you see it kick a puppy?”

“No,” Anna sighed. “I’m just worried. And angry, and sad, and confused, and-”

She trailed off, and Elsa placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Overwhelmed?” she offered, and Anna nodded. “Anna, listen to me, it’s going to be okay. Whether you are, or you aren’t, we’re here to support you, and you are going to be able to do the best thing for you. This not knowing isn’t helpful though.”

“I know.”

Elsa neatly flipped the grilled cheese in the pan, confirming that it was perfectly golden brown on each side. “Which is why Bulda went to the pharmacy and picked you up a test on her lunch break.”

“Yeah… Wait, what? Elsa, I don’t want-”

“Well, I’d better go serve this up!” Elsa interrupted her friend, picking up the plate and hastily exiting with her customer’s grilled cheese. “See you later, alligator!”

Resigned, Anna almost went back to kneading the dough, before remembering Elsa’s comment and deciding it had had enough. Lost in thought, she carefully stirred the blueberries on the stove, before tasting them and adding a couple of drops of vanilla extract. After giving the pot another quick stir, she tasted again. Perfect.

As she set off a couple of strips of bacon sizzling on a skillet, Anna’s thoughts continued to race. Her hand went to her stomach as she thought she could almost sense the stirrings of life there. No, that was ridiculous. She probably wasn’t pregnant anyway, and even she was, it was far too early to feel it. Shaking off the nonsensical thought, she flipped the bacon and fought to clear her head.

“I’m not pregnant,” she whispered harshly to herself. “I can’t be.”

 ~

 The second Bulda had flipped the sign in the door from ‘Open’ to ‘Closed’, she turned to Anna with an expression that said: ‘I will accept no arguments’.

“Anna,” she grinned reassuringly, “Time to pee on a stick.”

Anna’s protestations were weak and fell on deaf ears as Bulda frogmarched her to the café’s bathroom, closely followed by Elsa. Cliff had left an hour earlier, trusting the three waitresses to close the café.

Bulda dug in her handbag, pulling out a distinctively packaged box, which she thrust into Anna’s hands. “I told Gerda at the pharmacy that if she so much as breathed a word about my purchase today that I would personally see to it that that cat of hers would receive a lovely haircut. I was thinking dinosaur spines up its back. Thoughts?”

“I think you’re cruel,” Anna giggled in spite of herself.

“Eh, Gerda’s a gossip. Gotta keep her quiet one way or another. Now go. Pee.” Bulda’s firm hand shoved Anna into the bathroom, before slamming the door in her face. “Let me know when you’re done – we’ll set an egg timer.”

Anna carried out the test quickly, calling out to the other two to set the timer when she was done. Methodically, she washed her hands, before exiting the bathroom, sliding the test into her pocket so she wouldn’t have to watch it developing. Elsa and Bulda were sat at a table in the middle of the café, with the last remaining slice of Anna’s blueberry-bacon pie in between them. Anna spotted her baking timer, a cute egg design that had been a present from Elsa for her birthday a few years before, on the table as well. Wordlessly, Anna pulled out a chair as Elsa handed her a fork.

“Let’s not worry before we have to, eh?” Elsa smiled. “It was only one time, and it’s never happened for you two before – maybe Hans’ little swimmers don’t work! Wouldn’t that be something?”

“Wouldn’t that be something, indeed,” said Bulda. Anna remained silent. “Anyway, when you said that you were making a blueberry and bacon pie, I thought you were high. But I think it might just be my new favourite, Anna.” She punctuated her statement by popping another forkful of pie into her mouth.

“Thank you,” Anna replied softly. “Both of you, thank you for this.”

“Any time, sweetie.” Bulda reached to stroke Anna’s wrist affectionately.

Elsa grasped Anna’s other hand tightly, echoing the sentiment. “We’re here for you all the way.”

They waited for the remaining time to elapse in silence. When the timer went off, the shrill ring caused all three of them to jump, even though they’d been expecting it.

“One line means ‘no’, two means ‘yes’,” Elsa reminded. Bulda shushed her.

Anna’s hand shook slightly as she reached into her pocket, pulling out the pregnancy test with so much trepidation that it might as well have been a ticking bomb. She felt she could hear her heart pounding in her skull, and she realised she was holding her breath as she looked down at it. She blinked once, twice, making sure she was definitely reading it correctly. One for ‘no’, two for ‘yes’. She hadn’t made a mistake; two dainty pink lines were staring back at her.

Her voice came out as a whisper. “Shit.” Before the other two could even process the information, Anna had jumped to her feet, storming to the bin to fling the treacherous pregnancy test into it. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.”

Bulda and Elsa watched her as she made her way back to them, throwing herself back into her chair and angrily stabbing her fork into the slice of pie.

“Anna-”

“Don’t. Please don’t. You know what? It’s fine. I’m fine. At least now we know.”

The bell above the door rang as it opened, and all three of them turned. Bulda quickly got to her feet. “We’re closed, honey- Oh.”

“Well, what a relief.” Anna swallowed a lump that rose in her throat as her husband walked over to them and placed his hands on her shoulders. “You were late. I was getting worried about you, princess, but here I see you ladies are just eating pie.”

Nervously, Anna glanced at the clock. “Hans, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise the time-”

“It’s fine, princess. I was just thinking you were lying in a ditch somewhere, or off with some other man, but nope! Here you are.” His hands slid off her, and he flashed the other two women a hard smile, which they returned with hesitation. “Come on, I’m hungry, let’s go.”

Anna got to her feet. “See you tomorrow, girls.”

They called out their goodbyes in return. Hans’ hand went to her upper arm, gripping it tightly as he guided her forcefully towards the door. He yanked the door open, and possessively snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him as they exited.

To an outsider, it would have appeared as though Anna’s husband was whispering sweet nothings in her ear, maybe pressing a kiss to her cheek. But a shiver ran through her body as he hissed furiously, “Don’t you ever pull another stunt like that, princess. If you ever keep me waiting more than ten minutes from now on, I will see to it that you never see the inside of that café – or your prissy friends – again.”

Next Chapter

#Frozen Fanfic #Frozen Fanfiction #Kristanna #Kristanna Fanfic #Kristanna Fanfiction #Frozen AU #AU Fanfic #AU Fanfiction #Frozen #Frozen II #Kristoff/Anna #Anna/Kristoff #Snow Sisters #Elsa and Anna #Anna and Elsa #Anna/Hans #Hans/Anna #Waitress #Waitress Broadway #Waitress Fanfic #Waitress Fanfiction #Coffee Shop AU #Kristanna Coffee Shop AU #Kristanna Multi-Chap #Multi Chapter #My Writing #My Fanfiction #Musings of Saturn

[hiddengemsofbc]

5 Ice Cream Spots In B.C. to Keep You Cool This Summer!

Hi everyone! My name is Andy and I am one of the hidden gems who helped discover Hidden Gems of BC. My team and I have always loved eating ice cream and enjoying the view and we wanted to share that same excitement with you! It's always hard to choose where to go have some ice cream when you're surrounded by endless possibilities. The best place to enjoy ice cream is everywhere! Join us in Cool Town where we will give you 5 places with a view to eat ice cream and to stay cool this summer!

Alice & Brohm Real Fruit Ice Cream, Squamish, B.C.

Address: 1861 Mamquam Rd Unit 9, Squamish, B.C.

Planning a trip along the Sea-to-Sky highway? Make the trip more memorable with some ice cream from Alice & Brohm’s! Try the blueberry flavour in a cup so you won’t miss a drip. Get the cone only if you’re a quick eater. Bring your puppies with you and park them at the special “pawking” while they lick the scoop dogg ice cream. Taste the real berry chunks as you lay down on the mountain and feel the freshness. Stay long enough at this view to watch the sun set behind the mountains and the ice cream set inside your stomach.

Rain or Shine Ice Cream, Vancouver, B.C.

Address: 6001 University Blvd, Vancouver, B.C.

Tired of looking outside at the sunny weather while you’re inside studying? Watch those pre-recorded lectures later and grab some ice cream at Rain or Shine! Try the salted caramel flavour or add in the London Fog as a half scoop to experience a whole new flavour! Take a study break if you’re on campus at UBC and walk around while your ice cream melts. Freeze all of those notes in your brain with more and more ice cream. Come up with some creative ideas for your notes as the roses bloom at the Rose Garden right on campus! Sometime’s a break with a view and ice cream is all you need to make studying fun again.

Earnest Ice Cream, Vancouver B.C.

Address: 1829 Quebec Street, Vancouver

Don’t know where to take your summer date or your special someone? Let’s spICE up the conversation with some Ice cream! Get the double scoop in a cup with 2 spoons so the both of you can share it. Before digging into the ice cream, head over to False Creek. Walk over the water on stones and walk through this mini-forest to get a view of Downtown Vancouver. Being on this nearby island will have you forgetting what time it is with the view and ice cream will be so good that you may forget what time it is!

Moo-Lix Ice Cream Shop, Kelowna, B.C.

Address: 239 Bernard Ave Kelowna B.C.

Feel the side effects of ice cream after experiencing the side effects of the wines in Kelowna B.C. Stay cool by ordering the bubblegum flavour. All of the ice creams being served are hand-made. The smell of the waffles once you enter the store will have you ordering the waffles to go with the ice cream. Head up to the mountains and watch the sun set over the lake. Reflect on how much fun you’ve had throughout the day while you finish up your ice cream and plan out how much more fun you’ll be having fun the next day with more ice cream!

The Praguery Food Truck, Richmond, B.C.

Address: 1000-7899 Templeton Station Rd, Richmond, B.C.

With Phase 3 of the BC restart plan in effect, watch more planes fly and land at this next location. Grab some ice cream from The Praguery Food Truck located in McArthurGlen Designer Outlet. Start off with the chocolate flavour. What makes this taste even better is the Nutella that is drizzled on top of the ice cream cone. Download the “flight radar 24 app” while you wait for the ice cream to check the plane schedules and daydream about your next travels. Let the ice cream help you think of where to fly to next! Head over to Iona Beach after finishing off your ice cream and shopping to watch planes fly into the sunset.

Go out and enjoy!

- Andy, Co founder of Hidden Gems of B.C. Do you want to see more hidden gem locations to enjoy ice cream? Make sure to follow our social media to see more tour information 💖 https://linktr.ee/bchiddengems Booking 📝 https://bchiddengems.suehwang.ca/booking Our Guides 🙆 https://bchiddengems.suehwang.ca/gemleaders Tour Information 🎒 https://bchiddengems.suehwang.ca/tourguide 8 notes

#bc canada #canada #tour guide #travel #nature #vancouver #kelowna #victoria #british columbia #squamish #traveling #trip #summer #bc #hiddengems #hiddengemsofbc #ice cream #chocolate #sweet tooth

[chenziee]

Snacks before Cake

[Read on AO3 or below the cut]

Ship: Law/Luffy

Words: 1406

Summary: Trafalgar Law wasn’t ready for what was waiting for him in his apartment on a certain November afternoon.

He had expected to find his boyfriend waiting for him so they could relax a bit before getting ready to leave for their friend’s birthday party. He wrapping paper everywhere, maybe even clothes on the floor from where Luffy tried to pick out their outfits. What he hadn’t expected was the mountain of colourful boxes on the coffee table.

AKA your regularly scheduled last minute Pocky Day fic.

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Trafalgar Law wasn’t ready for what was waiting for him in his apartment on a certain November afternoon.

He had expected to find his boyfriend waiting for him so they could relax a bit before getting ready to leave for their friend’s birthday party. He had expected to find wrapping paper everywhere, maybe even clothes on the floor from where Luffy had tried to pick out their outfits. What he hadn’t expected was the mountain of colourful boxes on the coffee table.

“Luffy-ya, what the hell?” Law asked, voice flat as he dropped his bag on the floor next to the couch his boyfriend was sitting on.

“Oh! Hi, Torao!” Luffy paused his game and let his head fall back to look at Law behind him, a wide grin on his face, a stick covered in green chocolate held safely in between his teeth.

Law huffed at the sight of him craning his neck back at an angle that shouldn’t be humanly possible, before he caved in and leaned down to press a quick, upside-down kiss to the corner of Luffy’s mouth. Only the corner because fuck if he was sharing half-eaten food with anyone, even if the other person was his boyfriend. “So what’s with all the Pocky?” he asked once they pulled away.

“It’s Pocky Day,” Luffy stated, looking at Law as if he was stupid for asking the obvious.

Blinking, Law looked pointedly at the coffee table, doing a quick count. “Twelve boxes. Because of Pocky Day.”

Luffy’s cheeks puffed up. “I know. It’s so little—” he paused to gulp down the rest of the sweet stick in his mouth— “but with the birthday party, I forgot to stock up.”

Law took a deep breath, wondering why he was even surprised; it wasn’t like Luffy didn’t eat constantly even without any food related holiday. But twelve boxes? “You’re going to get sick,” Law noted off-handedly, finally walking around the couch to join Luffy.

“I don’t get sick,” Luffy announced proudly, as if having a stomach of steel and terrible eating habits was something to gloat about.

This idiot was seriously ridiculous. Law was glad he wasn’t his doctor. Hoped he wouldn’t be his doctor—although, at the rate he was going, Luffy was asking for heart problems a few years down the road. But no matter how many times Law would try to scold him or try to get him to eat better, Luffy was stubborn and absolutely refused.

He wasn’t above throwing Law’s caffeine addiction in his face either, so Law eventually gave up.

“Are you planning to finish all that before we have to leave for Zoro-ya’s party or…?” Law asked conversationally when Luffy reached for a new box.

Law automatically put his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders when he scooted over, pink box in one hand, video game controller in the other. “Torao, are you underestimating me?” Luffy shot back in return, a snicker accompanying his words.

Shaking his head, Law wondered why he even asked. Of course Luffy was planning on eating it all in under the hour they had left, and probably also eating everything Sanji was going to bring to the party. He made a mental note to try to save enough of the cake so that the birthday boy would get at least a slice. Nami really knew what she was doing when she forbade them from helping with the preparations and Law had to wonder how many parties his boyfriend had managed to ruin before he and his friends even started high school.

Suddenly, something nudged at his mouth and Law looked down, coming face to face with Luffy’s bright eyes, his mouth stretched in a grin around a new Pocky stick, which he was sucking on like a complete savage. Law would never understand what was so fun about licking the chocolate off until the biscuit was all soggy and then gulping the entire thing down because what was the point if you weren’t going to snap it? Why was this man like this, and why did Law tolerate it? It was honestly probably because the barbarian was so cute while doing inhumane things like biting into whole KitKats and sucking on Pocky—and because Law was weak.

Always weak to those eyes.

“Why are you poking me with a Pocky?” Law asked finally, pulling away a little bit in an effort to stop the incessant prodding.

Luffy cocked his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowing together slightly in confusion when he replied, “Don’t you want one?”

Law’s eyes slid down to eye the pink stick that was still hovering uncomfortably close and made a face. Fucking strawberry. “No, but thanks,” he refused simply, stopping himself from saying anything more. God knew he ranted about artificial strawberry anything more than enough on the regular.

“Oh right!” Luffy cried a split second later, slapping his forehead. “Sorry, I always forget you’re weird.”

Law scowled. The person who couldn’t even eat chocolate on a stick properly had no right to tell him he was weird for disliking a flavour, no matter how widely popular said flavour might be. But before he could so much a click his tongue at his so-called boyfriend, Luffy moved away from him and towards his Pocky pile, putting the strawberry flavour aside in favour of taking one of the other boxes out and returning to Law’s side.

“Sorry, I ate all the matcha—” Luffy apologized when he settled under Law’s arm again, ripping the box open— “but I still have blueberry!” There was a wide, triumphant grin on his face when he pulled out the thicker, light purple stick and shoved it in front of Law’s face.

Law chuckled at Luffy’s enthusiasm before he looked him straight in the eyes and leaned forward, slowly licking his lips; he took great pleasure in the way Luffy’s eyes stared transfixed at his mouth, and he had to stop himself from smirking and ruining the show too early. He waited until he saw Luffy gulp in response to the way his teeth closed around the Pocky stick gently, and then… he quickly broke the stick, the beautiful, satisfying snap of it breaking Luffy from his reverie.

Law would never get tired of how quickly Luffy could go from happy to flustred, or how amazingly bright his blush was. It was incredibly rare to see Luffy either flail or blush, which made the experience all the more gratifying, and Law didn’t bother to try to stifle the laugh that forced its way out of his chest.

He was just so adorable, especially the way he pouted over Law’s amusement while folding his arms over his chest. Luffy was probably trying to look upset and reprimanding but he only managed to look like a puppy who was upset over not getting a treat. Law’s smirk only widened at the thought, and he couldn’t resist ruffling Luffy’s hair.

The way the younger man leaned into his touch was pretty puppy like, too.

He wondered what would happen if he voiced his thoughts, whether Luffy would growl at him or if he would whine, but he resisted the temptation. He could tease Luffy more later when they didn’t have a birthday party to attend. And so, he only pulled Luffy a little bit closer, pressing a quick, little kiss to his temple.

“Don’t tease me,” Luffy grumbled but seemed to melt at the brief touch, relaxing into Law’s side as he put the rest of the half-eaten blueberry Pocky into his mouth. “You know you’re the only person I share food with.”

Law felt a genuine, soft smile pull at his lips. That was probably as close to a declaration of love as Luffy would ever get and Law would be lying if he said it didn’t make him happy, didn’t make butterflies go crazy in his stomach, as cheesy as it sounded.

“And you’re the only person I let hand feed me their food,” Law mumbled back, and goddamn it, now he was the one blushing.

These indirect confessions were seriously more embarrassing then simply saying ‘I love you’ but… the smile he got in return was worth it. Was worth any cheesy and embarrassing sentence; this man really had him wrapped around his little finger but Law couldn’t say he cared.

He truly loved this idiot, bright smiles and a mountain of Pocky and all.

#one piece #lawlu #trafalgar law #luffy #monkey d. luffy #pocky day #modern au #one shot #fluff #domestic fluff #op fanfic #lawlu fanfic #katie pretends to fic #you know i have my priorities straight when when there is a choice between 'fave character's bd' and 'pocky day' i go with pocky day #always pocky day #sorry zoro i love you #sorry this was so last minute #i didn't even have time to read it yet #it's already past midnight here #gotta say i missed these '5 minutes past midnight' fic rushes #and i've been doing so good this year #i wasn't actually planning on writing anything for pocky day this time #but then i say there aren't any pocky fics in lawlu on ao3?? #and tumblr didn't give me any pocky lawlu content either?? #(tho that might be just tumblr being broken like usual) #and i just HAD TO #i had no choice #THERE WILL BE POCKY DAY CONTENT FOR THIS SHIP EVEN IF I HAVE TO MAKE ALL OF IT MYSELF #i'll try to at least proof it tomorrow xD #now i need to sleeppppp

[ohmy7hearts]

a lil bit of blueberry flavoured puppy love; name troubles

Summary: Tobio doesn’t know your name nor Hajime’s.

Pairings: Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader // Child!Kageyama Tobio x Mom!Reader // Child!Kyoutani Kentarou x Mom!Reader

Warnings: Cute fluff form baby Tobio!

A/N: I'll probably add some bonus scenes at the end after my nap. Please bear with me, this was written on the verge of sleep. But this can be another series I don't mind starting ahha.

"Love, can you bring the food to the table? I need to settle Tobio's food." You called over to Hajime who just appeared from the bedroom. 

Tobio watched as his papa walked past him, ruffling his hair on the way, and settled himself behind his mama. They're hugging? He wasn't sure but it took some time and mama and papa never hugged for that long - except for when mama returned after being away for quite some time last month but they always hugged together as a family and he really liked that - but maybe it was that time of the month when papa would tell Tobio to not disturb mama so much because she's hurting and bleeding on the inside, perfectly normal as he learnt, so she always wanted to cuddle but she always cuddled with him and not papa. 

So Tobio frowned. Maybe if he stared long enough, they would notice and mama would beckon him over with her bright smile and papa would just gesture him over with his big arms. They didn't. Papa went back to what he was supposed to do, coming over to where Tobio was sitting, and setting the plates on the table. 

"Doing homework, bub?" Papa walked away before he could answer, returning with plates and forks and spoons, before laying them out on the table. 

Tobio nodded. He gathered his pencils and crayons onto the paper. He didn't want to get in papa's way and mama always told him that he should help whenever he can. So he did. Climbing down the chair, he balanced the paper with rolling crayons and pencils - like he would whenever he was carrying his cup of water and the water was a bit too high and he didn't want to spill it because then mama would have to clean it up and now Tobio is a big boy and he didn't need anyone to clean up after him - to place them on the living room table. With rapt attention, he watched the crayons and pencils rolled side to side as he walked. Carefully, he placed them down with success! 

Now he can help papa! 

Running back, his eyes widened. His big brother was there already!  He was helping papa place the forks and spoons by the plates. Tobio pouted. He wanted to help. 

"Babe, how long more?" Papa called out to the kitchen. He then faced Tobio, tucking his hands under Tobio's armpits to carry him. Placing him on the high chair, he weasled himself into the leg holes. 

"Coming!" Mama's voice replied. She came in with a smile, placing Tobio's food in front of him before planting a sweet kiss on his head, making Tobio's heart flutter and the feeling crawled up his chest and settled on his face with a smile, gummies showing. It had mama giggling and pinching his cheeks. She did the same with his big brother but he didn't smile like Tobio did. His big brother Kentarou huffed by her side but it still made mama giggle and pinch his cheeks all the same. 

"Heard you got a promotion, love?" Mama asked, starting to cut her food after their thanks. 

Tobio followed. Picking his spoon up, he focused on his food. Mama and papa's conversation became background noises. He didn't want to make a mess and that meant focusing his all to his task. When he didn't make a mess, mama would always smile brighter and pinched his cheeks a little tighter with fond words of praises following it. Tobio will be a big boy for mama. 

You frowned when your phone rung, the familiar number of Sugawara appearing on the screen. Worry coursed over you, forgetting about your task at the moment, as you pick up the phone. 

"Hello?"

"Hello, babe."

Your spine straightened, your hand grasped the phone a bit tighter and an inaudible gasp tumbled out of your opened mouth. Suga's familiar voice has deepened and the baritone is so similar to Hajime. 

He chuckled after your moments of silence, "Sorry was that too much?"

Exhaling, you chided yourself in your mind before berating your friend on the other side, "what's that about? You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"My bad! I just wanted to tease you. After all, isn't that your name?" The lilt at the end insinuating the wiggling eyebrows he must be doing. 

Placing a hand to your temple to dissuade your incoming headache, you sighed, "what are you talking about, now? Don't you have little kids to be monitoring?" You teetered the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you continued ploughing the dough for your bread. "Are you just calling to disturb my peace?"

A laugh. "I'm talking about how your son thinks that's your name."

An unintelligent huh escaped your lips, hands frozen as you frowned at the spot on the wall as if it's Suga there instead. 

"I didn't peg Iwaizumi as a love since he seems more like a Daiki or maybe even a Setsuno." 

"Koushi. What are you talking about?"

Another giggle. "I had Tobio's class do a family introduction worksheet of sorts. They're required to write down their family members' names, one thing that particular family member likes and one thing that they like about that family member." 

He stopped, to what you predicted as dramatic flair. 

"He only got Kentarou's name right. Iwaizumi is labelled as Iwaizumi Love and you're suddenly Iwaizumi Babe. Charming, don't you think?" He teased. "I would remember to name my future children that."

You groaned. A part of your soul felt like it left your body. As much as your heart melted at how innocent your baby boy is and how adorable the situation is to showcase his highly attentive trait, you know you won't live this down. 

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime imagine #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi scenarios #haikyuu imagine #rslwrites #rslcreates #iwaizumi hajime x reader #blueberry flavoured puppy love

[haikyupid]

Hellooo can i request for a mini match-up?? My fave Disney character is Ariel from the Little Mermaid uwu.. My go to pastry and drinks are macarons with either a peach cloud with jelly or iced shaken black tea with ruby grapefruit and honey i can’t choose im so sorry asdjsksjshsh (1/2)❤️❤️

tooru: you guys, my butt is not flat! 😭 thank you so much for appreciating my hardships though, it means a lot to me.

tri: thank yooooou, cutie 🥺

— [ ♡ ] i match you up with . . .

≺ can i be you two’s third wheel, pls? 🥺 like this really is the cutest, i mean it ; i just know i’d be having so much fun and still feel included with you two ; even if y’all do pda in front of me, i’ll just end up squealing from too much cuteness

≺ you were the one who introduced him to very intricately-made drinks ; beforehand, he would just order a simple strawberry milk tea, but now mans is really out here asking for the most complicated-sounding drinks ; macarons were already his fav though, specifically the blueberry flavoured ones

≺ he’s kind of like bby bo when around you in a sense that he turns into something like a puppy with his fav stick when you’re around, except he has heart emojis just hovering and surrounding him, instead of having an imaginary wagging tail like bo

≺ you were the one to tell him that he should upgrade from using emails 😭🥺 ; loves you for that bcause now, people actually respond faster to his messages

≺ there was one time where you two were just waaaaaay too cute to handle that our big-bear aone ended up whispering ‘cute’ and the vbc were so shook, kogane ended up hugging aone and it was just a love-filled chaotic mess all thanks to you and your bf

≺ a little clueless, so unless you actually say ‘it’s okay, babe, you can (kiss, as an example) me’ he won’t try anything, unless he really wants to, then he’ll ask beforehand ; he’s very respectful, but he does do the maximum once you give him permission

— [ ❝ is it okay if i kiss you? ❞ yes, he still asks sometimes since he really doesn’t want to do anything wrong with you ]

Thank you for requesting, and omg, your taste is immaculate, it’s one of a kind! I hope you enjoyed this, bub!

#🎉 ; events ; oikyupid’s bday bash 200720 #happy birthday oikawa #hq matchups #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu koganegawa #koganegawa kanji #haikyuu #hq #hq requests #haikyuu requests #200720

[harley-sunday]

Seven Times and Then Forever

Summary: Walking your dog you run into a handsome stranger who ends up helping you through tough times.

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Warnings: slight swearing, angst

Word count: 3162

AN: This is what happens when my daydreams get the best of me... Would love to hear what you think, so leave a comment or hit reblog if you liked it - because obviously I need validation! For those of you have been around a little longer - this story was originally published on my secondary blog Leijona Writes, but then taken down again, so you may have already read it :)

The first time you see him it’s late Summer. The leaves on the trees of the forest you’re walking through slowly turning from green to yellow, the early morning air a little colder than you expect it to be, letting you know Fall is just around the corner. The pace you’re setting is brisk in an attempt to keep yourself warm, the faded red windbreaker you’re wearing not really doing anything against the cold. Walking faster also helps you to keep up with Scout, who’s walking a few feet in front of you, exploring every leaf and tree as if it’s the first time he’s setting foot here, even though you have been coming here every Sunday for the past twelve years. Scout’s off leash, and even though he’s never far away, looking back at you to see if you’re still following him every now and then, you make sure to keep an eye on him as well, mostly to discourage him to go after any squirrel he encounters.

The trail you’re on loops back after about a mile or so, and you’re almost at the halfway point when you see Scout’s ears go up and then he stops, nose in the air as he sniffs around. A white and brown dog comes running at Scout from in between the trees on your left, letting out an excited yelp when he spots your dog, skidding to a halt just in front of him. You watch as the other dog stands completely still, letting Scout get to know him and you can tell by the way he’s submissive that he’s still a puppy. Keeping your distance, you let the two dogs get acquainted at their own pace, not too worried about it turning ugly because in the twelve years you’ve had Scout he’s never so much as growled at another dog.

You see someone approaching then, his pace leisurely, hands tucked deep into the pockets of his dark brown leather jacket and his face half-hidden by the baseball cap he’s wearing. His whistle is short, but the other dog is at his feet instantly and you think you hear him whisper a quiet, “Good boy.”

The man simply nods as he passes, and for a moment the lack of greeting keeps you rooted in your spot, because for some reason dog owners usually are instant best friends when they first meet each other, but then you see Scout starts walking again like nothing happened and so you just shrug and follow him, not giving the encounter too much thought.  

=x=x=

The second time you see him is a week later at almost the exact same time and place, the watery sun shining through the trees bringing a little warmth on this early Sunday morning. Scout barks when he spots the other dog and after a little sniff they’re running after each other through the trees, back to the trail, and around your legs. You let out a laugh at the way Scout is showing off, determined not to let the younger dog outrun him. You know all too well he’ll spend the rest of the day on his dog bed catching up on some much needed rest after this much exercise.

The man catches up with you and this time he does look at you when he greets you with a quiet, “Hi.”

“Hey,” you reply with a polite smile, not really sure where to go from here. You try to make small talk, commenting on how the weather is nice for this time of year, but he doesn’t really participate in the conversation and so you stand together in silence, watching your dogs play together as if they’ve been doing so for years and years. You keep glancing at him, trying to get a better look at him, but he’s wearing that same Patriots cap again, with the collar of his jacket popped up high, and so the only thing you can make out is that he’s got a full beard and moustache which, for as far as you can tell, suit him.

He clears his throat then, shoves his hands back in his pockets and says, “We should go.” before he whistles to get his dog’s attention. Like last week, the dog listens perfectly and is at his feet not even a second later.

You just nod, “Ok,” and watch as they leave, the disappointment you’re feeling mirrored in Scout’s stance, his tail dropped low as he looks at you like he doesn’t quite understand why they had to go either.

=x=x=

The third time you see him it’s pouring down and you’re quietly cursing your dog’s love of rain as you trudge up the muddy trail. Any other dog would opt to stay inside, but here you are, already knowing now that you’ll have a hard time getting Scout back into the car once you’re done with your walk. Your face feels numb by the time you reach the bend in the road that has become your unofficial meeting point for the past three weeks and you smile when you see both of them approach as if on cue.

The man seems to be in a better mood this time and jokes about how nice the weather is, making you laugh. He’s wearing the same cap again, but this time he’s pushed it a little higher and so you actually get to see his eyes when you talk to him about the awful New England weather, the intense blue of them throwing you off just enough to not be able to come up with anything else to talk about. You watch your dogs play in silence for a while and you feel a little disappointed when he lets you know it’s time for them to go. As he walks away he tells you he’ll “See you next time”, touching the visor of his cap as if he’s saluting you and you just smile, “Sure.”

=x=x=

The fourth time you see him it’s early-winter and it makes you wonder where he’s been since you last saw him. All the trees are bare now and there’s a thin layer of frost covering the ground, the leaves crunching as you walk over them with your trusted black lace up boots. It’s cold, too cold for your windbreaker anyway, and so you’re wearing your olive green parka, the fake fur trim around the hood shielding your face from the icy wind that’s blowing through the trees.

You hear his dog’s yelp before you see him, and you can’t help but smile at the familiar sound, only now realizing that you’ve actually missed them on your Sunday walks these past couple of weeks. His dog greets you too this time and you scratch him behind his ear, whispering a quiet, “Hey, boy.”

“Dodger,” the man says from somewhere in front of you and you can’t help but smile when you look up at him before turning your attention back to his dog, “Hi, Dodger.”

Dodger leans against your hand, letting you know he needs more cuddles and you can tell Scout’s getting jealous by the way he keeps circling you. The man seems to notice it too and crouches down, holding out his hand for Scout to sniff, scratching him under his chin once Scout’s licked his hand.

“Scout,” you offer in return and you watch as the man greets your dog with a smile before he stands back up and says, “Free,” in a loud voice, setting Dodger off running, Scout following close behind because he recognizes the command from his younger days.

“How have you been?” you try, not sure if he’ll even answer.

He surprises you with a smile, “Better now that I’m back here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agrees quietly, not elaborating any further on his absence.

You nod, deciding to take the conversation back to safer grounds, “How long have you had Dodger?”

“A little over a year now,” he smiles, his gaze drifting to somewhere in the distance. “Got him from a shelter in Georgia-”

“Georgia?” you echo, a little curious.

He chuckles, “Yeah, I was there for work and I don’t know,” he shrugs, “I ended up in an animal shelter and I saw him there and he just didn’t belong there, you know?”

He looks at you then and so you nod, because you do know. It’s how you found Scout.

“So I couldn’t not take him with me,”

“Hmm,” you agree.

“What about you and Scout?” He nods towards where the two dogs are rolling around in the leaves, “What’s your story?”

“We go way back.” You turn towards him, “Got him when I moved into my first house, after college. We always had a dog growing up and I just couldn’t imagine my home without one.” You smile a sad smile then, “He’s old though, almost thirteen, not doing so well these days.”

“You wouldn’t say,” the man chuckles, watching Scout barking at Dodger excitedly, almost like he’s edging on the other dog to do something they’re not allowed to.

“He’s just showing off,” you say with a shrug. “I’ll have to bribe him with some food to even go outside tonight, he’ll be that tired.”

“It’s hard when they get older, isn’t it?”

You nod, swallowing back the lump that has suddenly formed in your throat, “Yeah.”

The man looks at his watch then and curses quietly, “I have the worst timing ever, but we have to go or we’re going to be late for my mom’s Sunday breakfast.” He whistles, Dodger at his feet when he adds, “See you next week?”

“Definitely,” you agree.

“I’m Chris, by the way,” he says with a wicked grin.

You tell him your name in reply, smiling as you watch him walk away.

=x=x=

The fifth time you see him he’s brought a thermos of coffee because it’s cold and he claims you need something to keep you warm while Dodger and Scout play together. You tell him great minds must think alike when you hold up a paper bag with a couple of homemade blueberry muffins that go together with his vanilla flavoured coffee perfectly.

The conversation flows effortlessly this time and he tells you about all the trouble Dodger has gotten in while you relay your favorite moments with Scout, finishing your stories with the time he locked himself in your car with Gangsta’s Paradise blasting from the radio because he somehow figured out how to turn the volume all the way up while you ran around your house looking for your spare key.

Chris is clutching his hand to his chest, laughing so hard that tears are rolling down his cheeks, “Best story ever.”

“Hmm,” you reply, but you can’t help but laugh too because it really is.

Like every week, Chris has to take off too soon and you tease him by suggesting he should invite you to breakfast next week.

He throws you a wink, “I’ll ask my mom what the rules of bringing non-family members to the family breakfast are, ok?”

“You do that,” you laugh.

He waves goodbye, “See you next week!”

=x=x=

The sixth time you see him is the first Sunday of the new year and it’s still dark when you arrive at the parking at the edge of the forest. It’s cold too and you’re bundled up in your parka, scarf, hat and gloves and you wonder if he’ll even recognize you. Too lost in thoughts you’re not really paying attention as you walk up the trail and so you almost bump into him when you get to the meeting point, your eyes still glued to your feet when he greets you enthusiastically. You’ve been dreading this moment and until this morning you weren’t even sure you’d go here today, but then you saw the snow covered world outside your window and you knew Scout would be over the moon, because if there’s one thing he loved more than rain it was snow.

And so here you are, clutching him close to your chest as you avoid Chris’ eyes, but you can feel the mood change when he sees what you’re holding and you hear him whisper a quiet, “Fuck.”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from crying, but fail miserably, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks as the sobs catch in your throat. You feel his arms wrap around you, Dodger whining at your feet as you let yourself cry for the first time since it happened.

Chris keeps whispering, “Ssh,” over and over again, holding you tight as you work through this.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been standing like this, but after a while you calm down enough for him to release you just a little, his hands on your arms as he looks at you, his own eyes a little glossed over as well, “I’m so, so sorry.”

You nod, swallowing back a fresh set of tears, letting him pull you in another hug.

Dodger keeps whining and so Chris lets you go, scratching the top of his dog’s head, “It’s ok, buddy,” but of course it’s not. You crouch down and scratch Dodger behind his ear, “He’s gone, boy.” Dodger licks your face, his nose nuzzling your neck then and you’re sure he understand exactly what is going on.

You take a deep breath before you stand up again and face Chris, simply saying, “He was old,” as if that explains it all, but then again, it kind of does. The vet assured you several times that Scout died of old age and that he wasn’t feeling any pain when he went to sleep that last evening and you believe him. Doctor Linton knew your dog since he was a puppy and was one of Scout’s favorite humans, his tail always wagging when he went into the vet’s office.

Chris nods slowly, “Yeah.”

“This was his favorite spot, you know, so I figured,” your voice catches in your throat then, another sob escaping you, but you continue anyway, “so I figured I might as well bring him here.”

“God, I feel like an asshole for even asking this,” Chris starts, his voice low, “but do you want me here or-”

“Of course,” you sniffle, your gloved hand dabbing at your eyes. “I’m not even sure I can do this alone.”

He wraps his arm around your shoulder then and pulls you close, “I’m here.”

It takes you a little while to gather enough courage and strength to do what you set out to do but with Chris by your side and Dodger at your feet, you finally let go of Scout, whispering a quiet, “Free,” as you scatter his ashes.

=x=x=

The seventh time you see him is a week later, because he’s made you promise to meet him again that next Sunday. The cold air hits you as you step out of the car and you grab your scarf from the passenger’s seat, looping it around twice before you get out. It feels weird not having Scout with you and for a moment you debate whether or not to just get back inside and head home, but then you hear Dodger’s familiar yelp from somewhere behind you and when you turn around you see Chris walking towards you from the other side of the parking lot.

“Hi,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he pulls you into a hug. You throw your arms around his waist and hold on tight for a moment because well, it’s still hard and somehow you know that he gets it. A whine next to you has you turn your attention to Dodger, scratching him behind both ears this time as you greet him.

Chris chuckles, “Guess he felt left out.”

“Ah, there’s no need for that, buddy,” you say before pressing a kiss to Dodger’s head. It’s Chris who whines then and you look at him, one eyebrow raised.

“Now I feel left out,” he deadpans with a pout.

You sigh dramatically and stand on your toes, your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you kiss his cheek, “Better now?”

“Yup,” he grins, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “You ok?”

“Yeah,” you nod slowly, letting him lead you towards the trail. “It still hurts though.”

He squeezes you a little tighter into him, “I’m here.”

“I know,”

He keeps the conversation going as you walk up the trail, asking about your childhood and telling you about his, but you both fall silent when you get to the spot where you left Scout behind last week. There’s fresh snow so it’s hard to tell where he is exactly but you crouch down anyway and let your fingers ghost over the surface, whispering a quiet, “Hi, boy.”

Dodgers whines and you hear Chris tell him it’s ok, his voice barely above a whisper.

It starts to snow then and you smile through the tears that have formed in your eyes, because you’d like to believe it’s Scout’s way of agreeing with Chris, that it is ok. Without saying anything you stand up and take Chris’ hand, pulling him along the trail with you, Dodger walking just in front of you two.

If he’s surprised at your actions he doesn’t show it, instead giving your hand a gentle squeeze to let you know he’s there. You continue in silence until you get back to the parking where Chris walks you to your car. He lets go of your hand to fish a piece of paper out of his back pocket before he hands it to you with a shy smile, “That’s my mom’s address,” he rubs the back of his neck, “if you want we’d love to have you over for breakfast today, but if you’re not up for it-”

“I’d love to.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, “I have to warn you though, there’s a lot of us; brother, sisters, nieces, nephews, a dog.”

Dodger barks as if he knows Chris is talking about him.

You smile, “I’ll be fine.”

=x=x=

The one hundred and thirty first time you see him he surprises you with breakfast in bed, wearing the navy blue suit you love so much and a mischievous grin. You’re not sure what to expect until you finish breakfast and he calls Dodger into the bedroom.

You frown when you see Dodger’s carrying some sort of rolled up note and you gently take it from him when he nuzzles his nose against your arm. Too caught up reading the note that says “Will you be my human too?”, you don’t see Chris kneeling down beside you and so you gasp when you realize what’s happening.

=x=x=

The six hundred and twentieth time you see him it’s early Fall a year later and he’s waiting for you at the altar, Dodger proudly by his side.

#Chris Evans Imagine #Chris Evans x reader #Chris Evans Fluff #Harley Sunday x Chris Evans

[chxrliesbvckets]

the first ‘i love you’

a/n: this is kinda long but i love it. also this is for @miketeaveecfk they didn’t request it lol just thought they might like it, also check them out if you haven’t dummies! enjoy!

it’s super cold outside, like extremely cold, could freeze your toes of kind of cold and mike uses this as an excuse to stay in bed all day and just play games, that pretty much being the only thing he looks forward to from winter break.

unluckily for mike, charlie is usually busy the whole day, spending all his time working at the factory, making new gum flavours (that hopefully don’t turn you into a blueberry) but although mike is very proud of charlie and the fact he’s able to run a huge factory basically all by himself now, he will admit about this time of day he’d want nothing more than for charlie to fall in his arms and shower him in soft kisses.

it’s getting dark now and mike waits for charlie like a dog waiting for it’s owner to come home (which ironically their dog was waiting for charlie to come home) . mike takes this opportunity to do something he never really does but know charlie will love and something he’ll secretly love too. mike goes into their bedroom grabbing all the blankets and pillows he can find then bringing them into the living room throwing them onto the sofa, mike then proceeds to grab snacks both he and charlie loves , resting them on the coffee table. lastly mike puts on the fireplace and gets up netflix.

mike is proud of himself, “look at me go, i’m being romantic, it’s disgusting and i love it” he thinks to himself and chuckles at his own thoughts like an idiot. mike waits a bit longer, all this waiting is driving him insane but he figures it’s better off if he just gets comfortable, so mike jumps on the couch and continues to wait...but in comfort

although all the blankets are warm and the fireplace feels even warmer, mike feels cold, cold without charlie. he gets sadder the more he thinks about how much he wants charlie here and on a normal day mike would probably think he’s acting pathetic, which he will admit he kind of is. mike knows love isn’t real and all love really is, is chemicals in your brain but every moment he spends with charlie he thinks that’s maybe it is more than just fucking chemicals, no he WANTS it to be more than just chemicals, but mike can’t change science even if he wanted to.

mike lays there, numb and sad until he hears it’s, like music to his ears. keys jingling against the lock, their dog beginning to bark and the door creaking open. mike happily pokes his head from behind the sofa to greet charlie. charlie doesn’t notice mike at first due to him picking up their small puppy, giving it pats, kisses and talking to it like it’s his child

“..so the puppy gets more attention than i do now” mike jokes making both boys chuckle

“not at all, i share my attention between both of you” charlie jokes back making his way to mike pecking his lips. it takes him a while but charlie notices all the blankets, pillows, ect, ect.

“what’s all this for” charlie’s asks, with joy in his eyes, not even trying to hold back his smile.

“just wanted to do something nice, that’s all” mike smiles too giving charlie another peck on the lips

“-well i love it” charlie smiles, joining mike within the blankets. charlie rests on top of mike using his chest as a pillow, charlie has never felt more comfortable and safe in his life and it was easy for mike to say the same. mike holds charlie as they watch movies, eat snacks, talk, play with the puppy, you name it. it was deep into the night now, their puppy now asleep at their feet and the movie they were watching comes to an end. mike is still holding charlie, holding in tightly, like charlie would slip away at any moment, but he’d never. mike had been thinking the whole night and now he was using this quiet moment to reflect on everything that had happened.

mike sits up

“..charlie” mike said through cracked worlds

charlie follows, he sits up to face mike

“...yes?” charlie responds

mike looks at charlie, dead in the eyes, his pretty blue eyes

“..i love you..”

he says it and he means it. mike now knows love is real because love was literally right in front of him

“mike..i love you too”