#chocolate covered fortune cookie

[high-theyre-frendough]

Why would you eat this?

#♻️ walmartposting #valentines day #fortune cookie #chocolate #chocolate covered #chocolate covered fortune cookie

[flynnriderishot]

You and Matt dancing in the kitchen and one of his brothers walks in without you guys realizing and he's all happy. Can you make it super cute and intimate too like foreheads touching and smiling the whole time UGH I WANT

here with me - m.s

a/n: i tried my best… hope you enjoy !

you hummed softly as you carefully placed the balled up cookie dough onto the tray.

you could hear matt behind you as he made what was meant to be hot chocolate.

it was late, but not too late in the night. you and your boyfriend were meant to go on a date while nick and chris were out with some friends. that all changed when, after dropping his brothers to their friends place, it began to rain heavily.

matt, being the type of person he is, immediately grew upset that he wouldn’t be able to take you out for your usual date night.

with quick thinking, you were able to convince him to have an indoor date that consisted of unlimited cookies, hot chocolate, movies and cuddles.

matt was hesitant, but seeing the pleading look in your eyes was enough to get him fully on board.

here with me by d4vd started playing, one of your favorite songs.

you could almost instantly feel matt’s eyes snap to you when the lyrics started playing.

I don't care how long it takes

As long as I'm with you

I've got a smile on my face

you smiled as you felt his arms slowly wrap around your waist, rocking your bodies side to side with the soft beat in the background.

no words needed to be said between the two of you as you turned in his arms, head resting gently against his chest as you swayed to the music.

matt mumbled the lyrics into your hair, eyes closed as he let himself mold against you,

“Watch the sunrise as we're getting old.”

you intertwined one of your hands with his, the other making its way around his neck to fiddle with the hair that rest there.

matt looked down at you, blue eyes boring into yours as he kissed the crown of your head so softly that you almost didn’t feel it.

you lifted your head, nose accidentally bumping his, leading to a short chuckle falling from your lips before matt purposefully hit his against yours. you lifted on your tip toes to press your lips against his.

“i love you so much.” he muttered to you.

“i love you more.” you whispered back, almost scared to ruin the serene moment.

“oh, that’s impossible.” he pouted playfully, spinning you around so you were facing the kitchen sink, your back against his chest, movements to the song never stopping.

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nick and chris had just gotten dropped off at home.

the two were rightfully concerned for the well-being of their brother. they had texted matt multiple times in hopes that he would answer and come get them.

on one hand, they were convinced that matt was upset that the rain ruined the date he had planned with you so he chose to ignore the world, and on the other, they assumed he was asleep.

fortunately and unfortunately, they were wrong.

they walked into the house, the only thing in mind was to find matt, ensure his safety and then scold him for ignoring their texts. the brothers were shocked to see him perfectly fine with you in his arms dancing.

chris gapped at the scene, going to speak only for nick’s hand to quickly cover his mouth. nick spoke with his eyes, not the chris understood what was being said.

the older of the two pulled his phone from his pocket, snapping a few pictures of the moment before ushering chris upstairs.

he could hear your phone ping with the text he’d just sent. maybe that would make matt feel better for your date not going as planned.

nick 🥸:

i’m jealous 🙄

#matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo

[sereneres]

“ln yn forgetting she’s an idol f…” ⁰

le sserafim x lsfm 6th member!reader / 1.1k

summary. — “ln yn forgetting she’s an idol for five minutes and a few seconds (aka yn having no filter).”

warnings. — cursing / somewhat vulgar language / typical slurring from lsfm!yn / yn encouraging parasocial activities / video-format by @/jihyoruri

“unnie, stop touchin’ m’like that.”

chaewon blinks. yunjin freezes. kazuha promptly looks away from the camera, desperately trying–and failing–to hold back her laughter. eunchae was already snorting. sakura, in an attempt to do damage control, continued talking cheerfully to the camera, subtly shifting so that she could cover whatever was happening behind her with her head.

“practice has been pretty hard.” she says, sighing. “not because the dance is hard, though that’s a reason too, but because it ends pretty late into the night.”

“yah, ln yn!” chaewon’s voice is heard, followed by the sound of skin hitting skin–likely her hand slapping some part of your body–and a muffled yelp. “if you say things like that, people are going to misunderstand!”

“but unnie, you keep touchin’ me ‘n weird places.” the younger whines. “what else ‘m i s’pposed t’say?”

sakura, having given up, just slumped onto the floor, letting those watching the live see what was happening behind her.

chaewon was practically on top of you, shaking you back and forth by your shoulders. yunjin was snickering as she attempted to get the leader off of you with little to no success. eunchae was still laughing, her face red, and kazuha, at somepoint, had joined in on her laughter.

“ln yn!” chaewon screams, her cheeks reddening. “you’re an idol, for goodness sake, an idol! don’t say that kind of thing!”

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“‘where is yn?’”

“yn is currently preoccupied in the kitchen.” chaewon answered, eyeing something off screen. “both kazuha and eunchae are helping her which is why they aren’t here either.”

“they’re making cookies.” yunjin added, smiling. “erm, chocolate chip cookies, if i’m not–”

the sound of a door opening violently interrupts the american’s words, and the two girls on screen look to their left with surprised looks on their faces.

“chaewon’nie, the stove’s ‘n fire.” following your words is the high pitched beeping of what is undoubtedly the dorms fire alarms going off.

“what?!” chaewon stands up, with yunjin following suit. “what do you mean it’s on fire?!”

“‘s ‘n fire.”

yunjin, seemingly having remembered that the live was still going on, quickly ducked into view of the camera. “sorry, guys, we’ll be right back.”

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“ow, ow, fuck, ow–”

sakura, frowning, looked over to where you were presumably standing off screen. “ynnie, are you alright?”

she isn’t facing the camera, her head turned just enough so that those watching could tell she was worried by how tense her jaw was but not enough that they could see how her eyes had widened in alarm. you had cursed, after all, and in the middle of a live no less.

“m’fine, jus’ slammed the cabinet on m’finger.” you murmured, trudging into view with a hand wrapped tightly around your wounded finger. “it really hurt, ‘kura-unnie.”

oddly enough, you don’t seem all that worried about having potentially ruined your image as an idol by cursing. if anything, it seemed as though you hadn’t realized you had cursed aloud at all.

sakura, who is more than worried enough for the both of you, hums in response, absentmindedly checking your finger as she glanced at the live’s comment section. fortunately, it looked like no one was put out by your cursing, finding it more hilarious than upsetting.

“‘nnie, why’re they all laughin’? did somethin’ funny happen?”

“err… not exactly.”

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“unnie, wou’d you accept a kiss fro’me as a present?”

yunjin blinks, visibly stunned by your words. chaewon and sakura, both having realized just what you said, glance at the staff member standing behind the camera nervously. eunchae and kazuha, on the other hand, had quickly got over their shock and were giving you incredulous looks.

“oh my god-”

“…’s tha a yes or a no?”

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“ln yn, just what do you think you are doing?”

you freeze, giving sakura a panicked look–to which she responds with an amused smile–before slowly turning around to face your angry leader. “erm, h’llo, chaewon’nie.”

“hand.”

behind you, you could faintly hear yunjin and eunchae whispering about how chaewon sounded like she was speaking to a dog, ordering for it to give her a paw or something.

chaewon, unamused by your lack of response, both verbally and physically, raised a brow. “yn.”

you sigh, reluctantly doing as the older girl ordered and give her your hand, where a long cut glared an angry red on your skin.

“ooh~ unnie is in trouble~” eunchae murmured, smiling innocently at you when you turned to glare at her.

“yn, how did you get this?”

“…erm, i accident’lly stabbed m’self with scissors?…”

yunjin chortled, enjoying the scene before her all too much. “cut, more like.”

“not helping, unnie.”

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“‘kura-unnie’s basically m’ sugar m’mmy.” you mumbled to the camera, eagerly showing off the brand new pair of sneakers you had gotten–been gifted–earlier that day. “see? she bought m’ the shoes i was lookin’ at the other day.”

eunchae, who had been quiet until this moment leans into view of the camera, snorted. “unnie, you call anyone who’s ever bought you anything your sugar mommy.”

“sug-ar mom-my?” kazuha repeated slowly, tilting her head as she turned to look at chaewon, who sighed and shook her head with a look of disappointment on her face.

noticing how irritated the leader looked, the ballerina wisely decided to stay quiet and mind her own business.

“‘m not wrong though.” you point out to the unimpressed girl. “‘kura-unnie ‘s really m’sugar m’mmy. she buys me s’much stuff…” you giggle sleepily, turning back to the camera. “th’nk you, ‘kura-unnie~”

at that, chaewon, probably having realized just how… weird the conversation has gotten, clicked her tongue, drawing both your and eunchae’s attention.

“should i tell her to stop buying you things then?” she asked rhetorically, an eyebrow raised. “after all, we can’t have an idol, much less a girl group idol, being called ‘sugar mommy’ by one of her members…”

panicked, you sit up. “s’rry ‘nnie, i’ll ask ‘em to cut it out, ‘kay? don’t tell ‘kura-unnie anythin’!”

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“to those who’re sayin’ that they wanna marry me…” you start absentmindedly, staring at the screen of your phone before raising your head to look at the camera. “‘you bein’ serious? ‘cause if you are…”

[ lsfms#1fan: yes. desperatehoe: YES?!!! reasonableperson: uh no r u not a minor??? desperatehoe#2: PLEASE BE MY GIRFLRIEDNHSJQBWBS ]

reading the more or less desperate comments your fans were making, you smile lazily, though it looks more like a smirk than anything else.

“if tha’s the case, then,” you continued, clearing your throat as you kept your eyes on the camera. “please sign a prenup agreement.” from the corner of your eye, you could see a variety of confused comments. “then, and only then, will i consider being married to you.”

masterlist.

#sereneres #seren.writes #seren.indulgence #kpop x reader #le sserafim x reader #lesserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #lesserafim imagines #sakura x reader #chaewon x reader #yunjin x reader #kazuha x reader #eunchae x reader #lsfm.yn

[slavic-roots-western-mind]

Desserts in China

There's quite a large variety of treats and desserts in China (more than you can imagine), so here are some of the most common ones!

Almond jelly/tofu - 杏仁豆腐 - xìngréndòufu Despite the name, almond jelly doesn't actually have almonds in it. Almond jelly is made from gelatin and almond milk, although some recepies use dairy milk instead.

Glutinous rice balls - 汤圆 - tāngyuán These rice balls are made from glutinous rice balls with a sweet filling, such as red bean paste (a pretty popular filling in desserts, I've been fooled more than once when purchasing what I assumed to be a chocolate filled pastry).

Red bean buns - 豆沙包 - dòushābāo One of my favorite desserts so far. These are steamed buns with a sweet red bean paste filling that I'd definitely recommend.

Egg custard bun - 流沙包 - liúshābāo A sweet and savory bun, with a lava-like egg yolk filling. A pretty interesting dessert, as it's both sweet and savory.

Pumpkin cake - 南瓜饼 - n��nguābǐng I haven't tried this yet, but it definitely looks good. A fried and crunchy cake with a sweet filling such as red bean paste.

Eight treasure rice pudding - 八宝饭 -bābǎofàn This is a pretty popular dessert, especially during the Lunar New Year. It gets this name becase of the toppings, which are eight or more different types of dried fruits and nuts arranged on top of the sweet rice, with (once again) red bean paste.

Hawthorn stick/ Candied Haws/ Sugar coated haws/ Bingtanghulu - 冰糖葫芦 - bīngtánghúlu This treat has quite a few translations and you may have probably already seen it. This is basically candied fruit covered with a sweet, crunchy and sugary syrup. Traditionally, Hawthorn is used but other fruits such as grapes, strawberries and oranges are also popular options.

Sachima - 沙琪玛 - shāqímǎ I haven't tried this snack yet, but it looks quite fascinating. Sachima is made from fried batter stuck together with a sugary syrup, with an interesting texture.

Sesame balls - 芝麻球 - zhīmaqiú Similar to the rice glutinous balls, this treat is also made from glutinous rice flour with varying fillings including lotus seeds, mung bean and red beans, and sesame seeds.

Water chestnut cake A sweet pan-fried cake made from chinese water chestnut, with a unique semi-transparent appearance.

Wintermelon puff/ Wife cake/ Sweetheartcake - 老婆餅 - lǎopóbǐng This cake has many names, mainly because it has several different origin stories, each more fascinating than the next. This dessert is a flaky pastry with wintermelon, almond (not red bean this time!) paste and sesame filling.

Fortune cake - 发糕 - fāgāo Not a fortune cookie! This is a spongy steamed cupcake cake commonly made for the New Lunar Year celebrations and occasionally other events. They're usually a white-ish or brown-ish color, but they're often dyed bright colors to add extra festivity.

Mooncake - 月饼 - yuèbǐng This is a pretty well-known dessert, commonly prepared for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Mooncakes are smallish steamd/fried (depends on the region) cakes with a sweet filling that can also sometimes have an egg yolk inside.

Osmanthus cake - 桂花糕 - guìhuāgāo This is a unique traditional pastry made from glutinous rice flour, honey and osmanthus. This cake has a really interesting texture, as it's quite dense but also airy in a way? I'd definitely recommend trying it, as it's not super sweet and goes really well with tea.

#chinese food #studyblr #college life #student life #study blog #life in china #aesthetic #student #study motivation #travel blog #china #study in china #college #slavic roots western mind #asia #chinese #asian food #baozi #bao #cuisine #food #foodpics #red bean bun #red bean paste #almond jelly #rice balls #chinese dessert #chinese sweets #asian desserts #asian dessert

[dduane]

I just saw from your comment on the shrinkflation post that you’re also lactose intolerant with IBS. So listen. This weekend I made Nutella-stuffed chocolate chip cookies, and in doing so realised Nutella is a HUGE trigger for me. It’s been years since I ate it so it came as a total surprise. And the cookies were Amazing, so this is just crushing.

Anyway I see your post and I think, you’ve probably been doing this a while, I’ve seen on other posts that you like chocolate, perhaps you have also encountered this issue and have found a Nutella replacement that’s actually good?

Help me Obi Wan.

I wish I could be sure to be of some genuine help here, as IBS seems to be one of those Every Person Their Own Test Tube things. I may get good mileage out of a strategy, but yours may seriously vary.

Re: chocolate: I don't seem to be bothered by it as such. It's the associated milk content that seems to cause me the most problems, so I watch the package labeling closely for that—and fortunately EU package labeling as regards allergens and triggers is, by and large, very good.

I've been using the Monash University FODMAP method of helping to control IBS, but am surprised to find that its associated app doesn't seem to say anything about Nutella. (Which strikes me as a bit weird, but I may be searching incorrectly.) ...Casa de Sante (which is a third-party site that sells "gut supplements") suggests that Nutella is low-FODMAP due to containing fairly low amounts of known triggers. So, all right, that's nice.... but I'll still take that assessment with a grain of salt, as these are people who want to sell you IBS-adjacent supplements.

Here's where things get complicated, though. I do occasionally have a little Nutella (or the non-branded version of it that we get from our local supplier of baking goods, Kells Wholemeal.) And because I carefully restrain myself, I haven't as yet had any problems, because I always take a lactase supplement—a.k.a. Lactaid or similar—along with them. Because lactase is (relatively) cheap, and spending two or three days swollen up and in pain from having gotten careless with myself is not.

As regards the branded stuff, though, there's a problem. European Nutella and US Nutella are not the same animal... and the US version of Nutella is apparently disquietingly cagey about its labeling. It's apparently difficult to tell whether the portion size of the Nutella you're ingesting has enough skimmed milk powder and/or whey in it to set your lactose intolerance off.

My advice to you would be this (and as usual, you know what advice that costs you nothing tends to be worth... But anyway): don't eat Nutella without taking a Lactaid or similar first. Two reasons: (a) To cover your butt. (b) To help act in establishing a basis for any further diagnostics you need to do. If you have some Nutella after having taken lactase, and still have internal trouble afterwards, then it's a fair bet something else in the stuff is triggering the IBS side rather than the lactose-intolerance side of the equation. That soy-based lecithin, for example. I'd be a bit suspicious about that. (Soy, unfortunately, is one of my own triggers. I can still have tofu, but only so, so carefully.)

...And then, after that, act accordingly to what you've discovered. One thing about my intolerance that I do know: it's come and gone without warning* over many years—sometimes receding into the background completely, suddenly getting much worse without apparent rhyme or reason. So an amount of lactose that once wouldn't have troubled you very much might now be one that you have to watch out for. Or else you simply exceeded what is now a wise portion-control amount for you when you got into those cookies.

(sigh) It's the imponderables associated with handling this problem from day to day that are the most annoying aspect of it. I'm not wild about the wariness with which I have to approach a lot of foods these days—not least because this is Ireland, and in this historically heavily-dairy-based culture, food processors will sneak milk into any damn thing without warning. :) But you do what you've gotta do to get by... which means that, outside of the house, I don't put anything in my mouth without having the lactase pills nearby.

Anyway: hope this helps!

*It also doesn't help that my earliest attacks happened before lactose intolerance was widely recognized as being a problem for a significant portion of the planet's population.

#lactose intolerance #management strategies #Nutella

[good-0m3nss]

Café Crushes

Summary: You and Aziraphale got to the same café every Saturday. But lately he's been talking and looking at you more then normal.

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Aziraphale was on his way to the little Café that was just across the road from his bookshop. He loved to go there each Saturday, only because you were there. You always had your headphones in and drawing something. You were so peaceful looking in Aziraphale' eyes. The angel fixed his coat and then his brown bow tie before walking in. The small bell dinged and Aziraphale went to the spot he normally does, which is just a seat away from you. "Hello, what may you like today?" The waiter asks Aziraphale. "A hot chocolate and.. Two cookies." Aziraphale smiles. The waiter nods and walks away. Today was the day. Aziraphale was going to make his move and ask you out.

You on the other hand had just broken up with your partner that day. You were very upset about it too, you had given them everything. Love, affection, and even gifts that costed a fortune. Your eyes were red and slightly puffy with the hot tears that streamed out just an hour ago. You sipped your (favorite drink) while sketching a drawing of a certain angel. You didn't know he was an angel though, but that's fine. You added a few hearts around his face and turned up your music. The sight of orange and brown leaves outside on the roads, the smell of pumpkin everywhere you go, relaxed you. Aziraphale on the other hand disliked it. He preferred the beautiful white blanket of cold ice that covered the ground in December and the smell of mint and pine. You were so invested on.. Well, everything that was going on in your head, the smells and sights, that you didn't notice Aziraphale sitting in front of you. You felt a soft tap on your arm. You look up to see an smiling Aziraphale, who has some chocolate on the side of his mouth. You pause your music and take out your headphones. "Hello, I'm Aziraphale. You're y/n, correct?" He asks. His soft english accent was so warm. He had some brown dress shoes on, a cream colored coat, a brown bow tie, and some cream colored trousers that matched the coat. He had a certain aesthetic to him which made you feel.. Slightly happy and calm. You rather enjoyed it. "Yes, I am." You respond.

Your voice was like the first ever copy of a book to Aziraphale. It was lovely. He glass down at your sketchpad and noticed himself on it. You're very good at drawing." He smiles at you. "You've.. You've got chocolate on your mouth." You say. You point towards the side of his mouth. "Oh.. How embarrassing of me.." Aziraphale mumbles, grabbing a napkin and dabbing the chocolate off. "Thank you for announcing it to me. I appreciate it." Aziraphale says. "No problem. You're english, correct?" You ask. "Oh, yes, I am." Aziraphale smiles. He offers you cookie. "Oh, thank you." You say, grabbing the cookie. Your hand and Aziraphales hand touched. You both look at each other and blush.

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#xreader #michael sheen #aziraphale #good omens #cafe aesthetic #cafe #aziraphale x reader #sfw

[grape-juice03]

Hello! Can I plz ask for the ROTTMNT brothers (separately) react to their s/o being cute and innocent? Like they love watching animated movies, become a blushing mess if there's a kissing scene or in real life, love to draw, cook/bake, dance, and are curious about everything. Oh, and they don't understand dirty jokes and if someone curses they put a hand over their mouth and look flabbergasted.

It's okay if no tho! :)

Of course! Since this is four-head cannons, I'm doing it in one post since I have another request, and it'll be easier for me to link it to the master list!! Also thank you so much for your patience!!

LEONARDO

Two words. No filter. Oh, you thought his puns are bad? Try hearing the very adult jokes he said before meeting you. So, he really had to filter what he joked about, especially if he cursed since you would gasp out in horror (think of Groot in the first movie gasping) and cover his mouth.

He loved your baking though; you baked food that melted in his mouth, especially your chocolate chip cookies. Fortunately, his brothers had nothing to fear when you were in the kitchen.

He also learned that you were a blushing mess during kissing scenes in animated kids' movies, and would bawl like a baby, he had to force himself to forget Land Before Time since you would be a crying mess. Also, forget about horror movies, your innocence needed to be protected. He learned that through the 2017 Halloween incident with IT, you couldn't sleep a wink for a week straight.

The dance parties are amazing though, though both you and him are so awful at dancing, it was the only way to celebrate the little victories (along with cupcakes) in life, especially with each test you took in high school.

DONATELLO

The problem was, the same with Leon, he absolutely had no filter. So, he really had to control what dirty jokes he would make whenever you were in the room. And he couldn't curse anymore unless he wanted to see you cover his mouth because apparently, he said a "no no word."

You were also, much to Leon's and Raph's charigin, allowed in the lab because of A. You didn't act like a "dum dum" and B? You asked so many questions that allowed him to infodump about what shows he watched or what he was inventing.

However, the downside to being allowed in the lab, made it so impossible for it to be quiet that Leon would play "Careless Whisper" that romantic song typically played during intimate times for "grownup people" which would make both you and him so flustered.

Fortunately, with you, you absolutely understood his dislike to being touched sometimes with his sensory issues. But when he was absolutely exhausted and needed some cuddle time, you were the person to go to since you wore the softest pajamas known to man, and you were such a heavy sleeper. Though he had to get used to you looking like a dead person since you slept with your eyes half open.

MICHELANGELO

Both of you are just so innocent that he really didn't need to filter what he said both joke wise, and curse wise, because he never cursed, though he did somewhat understand the dirty jokes Leo and Donnie would make sometimes, leading him to turn into "Dr. Delicate Touch"

The two of you worked in the kitchen like a well-oiled machine, because he cooked, and you baked, so he ate what you baked, and you ate what he made. Which was a natural occurrence every single day.

He loved watching the Disney movies with you but knew you hated horror films, he learned that when you and he watched The Shining, you had to sleep next to him for four days straight afterward, though your screaming during each scene was hilarious.

Also new drawing buddy! You and him would sit for hours each day just sketching, drawing, and painting, so that was prime time for snuggle time!

RAPHAEL

Leon knew if he made a dirty joke, he was a dead turtle, you were just too innocent to understand dirty jokes like that. So, Leon really had to limit what jokes he said.

So whenever when you were in trouble, a new form of senses formed, "Boyfriend Senses" would tingle, you and Donnie teasingly called it his "Raphie tingle" which he absolutely hated but he couldn't say to you out loud!

He would laugh as he saw you become a flustered mess when kissing scenes were shown on tv, heck you even cried in Bambi when his mother died. Yeah, movies with death scenes were banned in the lair whenever you visited.

And because of how much he ate, gave you an excuse to bake to your heart's content! Because you loved to bake, and Raph loved to eat, two birds with one stone, since he ate like nothing ever seen before, and whenever you baked, there were dance parties involved.

#rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt x reader #rise raph x reader #rise leo x reader #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt

[goblinpuppy35]

The Punk and the Wolf

(Previous chapter, Part 2, Next Chapter)

Remus Lupin x Male Reader

Summary: Set during OFTP, Y/N is Mad Eye Moody's assistant and while staying at Grimmauld place, him and Remus develop a connection.

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It was past midnight by the time the whole house began to calm down and everyone retired to bed. Since Remus had arrived a few days earlier he was able to claim his room, not that he really cared. He was laying on top of the covers his hands resting on his chest listening to the sound of Molly Weasley trying to get her litter to settle down.

"Now come on boys there's been enough excitement for one day, off you go". A joint sigh could be heard coming from Fred and George "Why do we have to share mum!? We don't mind Harry but you know how loud Ron snores!". With her own sigh Molly replies "Oh hush, your lucky you even have a bedroom, those who only arrived a few hours again are having to sleep down in the living room, do you want to swap?".

Remus assumed Molly was referring to Mad Eye Moody and Y/N. He was tempted to offer up his room, he really didn't mind where he slept since he never got a goodnights rest anyway. His joints would ache regardless. He spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, never quite finding a comfortable stop and in the early hours of the morning gave up entirely. With the soft dull light of dawn creeping through the curtains Remus decides to find something to read. Fortunately he remembered seeing a copy of The Odyssey on Sirius's bookshelf downstairs, though Remus doubted if his best friend had ever given a single book in this house a second glance. 

Remus crept down the stairs, madthodically trying not to make any loud creeks as he went. The silence was deafening and such a contrast to how it felt earlier, full of people, light and noise, now Remus felt like he was walking through a morgue afterhours. First things first a cup of tea, he thinks as he makes his way into the kitchen. His eyebags felt heavy and as Remus pushed open the door he felt like he was sleepwalking, so when he reached out for the kettle and his forehead bumped into something soft he didn't react straight away. His reaction came after a surprised "wooooh hey there" echoed above him. With a mixture of confusion and surprise Remus steps back a little and squints upwards as his eyes adjust to the darkness. 

Above him on the counter is a pair of leather boots, Y/N's boots and Y/N is in them, fully standing on the counter, arms raised and hands burried in the top shelf of assorted packets and food tins. He's looking down at Remus with the same expression a cat dose after they have just been caught pushing a glass off the table. "Oh it's just you" Y/N's breathes in relief and carries on rummaging, "what are you doing here?".

"What are YOU doing here?" was Remus' response, still baffled by what he was witnessing. "I think Molly put a packet of biscuits up here to keep them away from the twins and AHH here we go" with a crinkle of a package Y/N pulls them off the shelf with a triumph and turns around to properly face Remus. Because he was standing on top of the counter Remus had a clear view of Y/N's belt buckle, it seemed to be a bronze engraved plate of a hare curled up. It was handsome and strange, just like Y/N Remus thought and then he became incredibly aware he was staring at Y/N's crotch. He suddenly felt very warm around the collar and wished to be in a different situation. Now that Y/N had found what he was looking for he abruptly sat down on the counter with a little thud and then a whack when he boots hit the cupboard doors below him. This decent now meant him and Remus were the same height, eyes, nose and mouth all the same level to one another now. Remus started to wish he was looking at Y/Ns crotch again, it would be clear how crimson his face was if it wasn't so dark.

"Want one?" Y/N asked raising the packet of what seemed to be chocolate chip cookies towards Remus, Y/N tilted his head and smiled as he said this looking into the older man's eyes. Why did Remus feel so nervous about much a simple question. "Oh no, no thank you .. not nearly enough chocolate for me".

'What a ridiculous response' he thought to himself, mentally putting his head in his hands.

"Ah I see, well more for me then so thank you" Y/N says cheerily, taking one biscuit and then toasting it in Remus' direction before hopping off the counter and making his way towards the living room door. "Umm I don't think we've been properly introduced yet" Remus almost yelps out trying his best to keep the conversation from ending. "I'm Remus Lupin, can I make you a morning cup of tea?", Y/N stood for a moment and observed Remus with a smile, he found this gesture very sweet. "Nice to meet you properly Remus Lupin and yes please that would be lovely, though it's a night time cup of tea for me, you see we only got back about twenty minutes ago, me and Moody do night patrols and then various missions and enquiries for Sirius during the day so I'm afraid we probably won't see to much of each other". Hearing this genuinely made Remus sad as well as a little concerned when he looked up at the clock and saw it was 4:30am, "That's a lot to take on, you must be exhausted".

"No more than everyone else I imagine" Y/N's say through a massive yawn and he arches his back ninety degrees backwards making it crack a little. Remus has never been super flexible, he thought if he tried to roll his shoulders back it would cause an earthquake.

With tea made Remus carries the two mugs through to the living room. As he walks through the door the sight of a slouched snoring Moody in the near by chair made him jump and then instantly laugh softly. "Its okay he wont wake up" Y/N says walking passed Remus, lightly brushing his arm against Remus' he goes. Remus nearly slips the tea from a shiver which goes up his spine. "Once Moodys gone he's out like a light but then again he knows he can here because this is the only place where we are truly safe." while he talks Y/N makes his way to the sofa which has a couple of blankets layed out, he sits down lifting his feet up and over the sofa arm. Remus placed Y/Ns mug next to him on the small table, instead of saying thank you Y/N gave Remus a warm smile and Remus instinctively gave one back before sitting in the arm chair across from him. Despite the bizarre start to the meeting, sitting here with Y/N felt so calm and relaxing.

"So what's your reason for being up so late, early, whatever" Y/N asks as he blows on his mug. "Oh i cam down to find something to read!" remembering this excited Remus and he got up to moved towards to bookshelf , "I noticed there was a copy of The Odyssey, its one of my favourites.... at least I thought it was here, a small paper back copy" he furrowed his brow as he searched. "Do you mean this paper back?" and turning around Remus saw Y/N holding up the exact book he'd seen in between his painted fingers. "Sorry I saw it earlier and its always been on my list and I thought during the few moments Im not running around I could give it a go but here" and Y/N leans forward holding the book out for Remus to take. "Oh no really its fine im sure I can find something else here.." Remus began to say but as he skewered the shelves he realised every other book he had either already read or didnt like, there were even a few old magazines scrolled up and shoved in here. Oh for goodness sake Sirius.

Y/N watched the tall mans face grow more annoyed and smiled to himself. "Heres an idea" he spoke up and draw Remus out of his thoughts. Y/N with his thumb flicked through the book until he reached and end and then shiftily tore out a page, a gasp left Remus' mouth and Y/N chuckled in his direction. "Calm down its a blank page" he whispers as he tears the blank page in two, "since you and me will be up at different hours of the day anyway, why don't we share it. See ill write my name here" Y/N leans down and picks up a pen from the table, "And your name here. There. Two book marks" he beamed up at Remus once he finished his task and this smile made the mans heart melt. Y/N placed his bookmark on the page he had reached and places Remus' into the front of the book before lifting up his hand again waiting for the older man to come and take the book.

Slowly Remus came toward Y/N and started to take the book but stopped when he realised his long fingers were touching Y/Ns hand, he could feel some of the cold metal of Y/Ns rings in his palm. Neither of them said anything or moved for a moment, they both observed the interaction and then looked to one another, their eyes meeting. "I look forward to hearing what you think about it" Remus finally said, still looking into Y/Ns eyes. "Likewise" and finally after what felt like several prolonged minutes they separated. As they did Remus suddenly noticed Y/Ns shirt sleeve fall down a little revealing strange markings and colouration on his arm, it wasnt scarring but there was something unusual there, like a mark? "Well.." Y/N continued to say as he briskly pulled down his sleeve and cleared his throat, "I think ive got about two hours before me and Moody have to be up again."

Remus nods "of course, sleep well Y/N" and he walks out of the room holding the book to his chest with both hands. As much as he would have liked to stay and talked to the charming and peculiar man he also liked the idea of Y/N getting some rest. Remus spent the rest of the day with The Odyssey his is cardigan pocket, running his thumb over the spine. When night fell he was laying on his bed reading it though with every paragraph he imagined Y/N reading it and wondered what he thought. Did he laugh at the same bits he did, did the same quotes stay in his head too? Without evening realising Remus drifted off playing these questions over and over in his head.

It was the birds chirping which woke him up the next morning. Quickly he sat up and looked at the alarm clock. 6:30am. Shit. With a brisk pace Remus came down the stairs and instantly saw the living room door wide open, blankets draped everywhere. They were gone. Shit. He sighed in frustration and at a slower pace wondered into the kitchen to switch the kettle on. Similar to before he reached out towards the counter and then was taken aback though the cause was not a midnight snack thief this time. Resting against the kettle was a full packet of double chocolate biscuits and there was a note.

"Saw these when we were out and thought of you. Hope they meet your insanely high standards for biscuits! :) - Y/N"

Remus began to beam from ear to ear. It had been a long time since someone had given him a gift, even if it was just food. Only one thing kept swimming around in his head at this moment. "I think I'm really falling for this guy. Shit."

#remus #lupin #remus lupin #90s #gay #remus lupin x male reader #remus x you #remus x reader #fanfic #fluff #remus x y/n

[ashdreams2023]

Cookies

Summary: you think you’re sneaky but Loki is sneakier

Warnings: nothing really, maybe a little provocative at the end.

There is a few rules in the compound that everyone follows, like to never entire Natasha’s room when she’s there, don’t touch Tony’s work in progress, Mondays is for Chinese food because Peter comes for dinner.

But the most important rule is don’t touch Steve’s cookies before breakfast, every two months when Steve is off duty he makes a batch of cookies that is supposedly to stay for a week and there is a rule that no one must touch them until the next day when everyone is awake.

And to be fair, they tasted like heaven with the double chocolate bits, also clint always snatched a stash with him before training and it’s unfair.

So this year you decided to get matters into your own hands and pretend to be too tired to care about those dumb cookies and wait until everyone was asleep to sneak a couple into your room before morning.

The lights were all off and the path looked clear, you used your night vision goggles to avoid pumping into furniture and wake up one of the light sleeps like nat.

Your target was in the oven, locked up with a password only Steve knows, heck even Tony didn’t dare break the rule and hack it.

Fortunately for you, Steve isn’t as slick as he thinks he is, he still uses pen and paper to write down his recipes, he also wasn’t exactly the most clever of the bunch.

You saw the odd numbering on the ingredients list on the cookie recipe and put two and two together.

You looked around one last time before dialing the password, the oven unlocked and you fist pumped the air in victory.

The prize awaited you inside, covered by aluminum foil and ready to be devoured.

But when you open it…the plate was empty, not one cookie in that giant plate.

"Looking for this darling?" You heard a voice making you jump and turn around, you gasped when you saw none other than Loki standing there with a jar full of cookies in his arms and a mischievous smile on his face.

"Loki what the hell!?" You hissed at him.

His smile only grew "you think I’ll let you have Rogers cookies all to yourself, come on you must know me better than this"

You groaned "Fine fine, you caught me! Now what do you want?"

Loki hummed then came closer, he placed the cookie jar on the table "You distract Thor during the morning"

"You must be out of your mind! I can’t deal with Thor in the morning! No one can" Thor was worse than Steve in the morning, he was too energetic to keep up with and insists on training until noon "that’s unfair! You’re sneaking around too"

"Yes but what prove do you have?"

"Who are you gonna believe me or the god of mischief?" You smirked when his smile wavered.

"Fine, I don’t say a word and neither do you"

"Four cookies each, otherwise they will notice"

"Excellent, ladies first" he said lifting the jar cover.

"Oh so you’re a gentleman today?" You said pulling out a cookie "I thought we were feeling feeling more soft with your nightgown"

"Looks can be deceiving" he pulled one of his own then tapped your cookie "Now hurry, I want you in my room by the end of this"

You’re cheeks stung "Sure…just take your half"

"Whatever you say my lady" he kissed your forehead.

#imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #fanfic #mcu loki #loki/y/n #loki layfeyson x reader #loki marvel #loki friggachild #loki friggason #loki mcu #loki x you #marvel loki #loki fanfic

[bobbole]

Birthday (the Corinthian x Dream | Daniel)

Dream doesn't have a birthday, but Daniel Hall does, and when the day approaches the little fragment of a child that still survives in his heart, hidden among newborn stars and nebula swirls, is a little bit sad at the thought of not being able to celebrate as he used to with his mother. That day is always inexplicably unhappy for the new endless and so he prefers to isolate himself in his rooms and see no one, while in the kingdom snow falls and covers everything like a freezing white blanket.

Nobody can explain the origin for that melancholy. Someone consult books, others seek advice from fortune tellers, but that mysterious sadness, every year, comes back.

Only The Corinthian knows the reason, for he understand his king's heart like no one else. That's why, at risk of being punished, he decides to leave the road traveled by nightmares and venture down the road of dreams, until he arrives at what he's looking for: the mind of a baker, full of cookies and new recipes and many, many cakes of all flavors.

- What kind of cake would you give to a birthday? -

- Depends, says the baker, intrigued by this strange customer, for the ones who have sophisticated tastes I suggest a ginger cake; there are those who like to daydream and then a strawberry cake is perfect; sometimes you just want to remember your childhood, and there is nothing better than a cream and chocolate cake! -

That day, on returning to his rooms, the Dream Lord finds a richly decorated box on his bed. He opens it and see that there is inside a cake, cream and chocolate, just like the one his mom used to make him, and on it's written

Happy Birthday Daniel

Every year since then, the Corinthian ventures into dreams to find a cake for his Lord to celebrate his birthday. And since then Daniel is no longer sad on that day, and snow no longer falls, except for a few sprinkles here and there, of cream and cotton candy.

(Headcanuary 2024)

#the sandman #the corinthian #daniel hall #corinthiel #my writing #headcanuary 2024 #this is supposed to be just random thoughts and instead a little fairy tale came out

[lovedazai]

hewwo , i am here to wish happy saturday to the loveliest and sweetest girl around .ᐟ.ᐟ no wonder dazai wants to keep you all to himself, he can't have his pretty princess making other people fall in love because i sure did ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა

are the two of you excited for the holiday season and do you celebrate ? i cannot help but imagine dazai being so cute , picking up the perfect gifts because he just wants to spoil you :C spending a fortune on something silly just because "he felt like you deserve it" <3

i hope the rest of the weekend passes by wonderfully, so many smooches mwah .ᐟ.ᐟ ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა

ANGE IM SO BLUSHY RN !! KISSING U EVERYWHERE (꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂)꜆꜄꜆ <3 <3 ur the absolute cutest ily! oh no im so late to replying even sunday is almost over :( !! but i hope u had a good weekend & stayed warm !!

im so excited for the holidays!! i get v busy tho, i design my own cards & gift tags & make cookie boxes (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) ​its all v relaxing for me which is exactly what i need after classes & everything yk :< wintertime w dazai has a lot of hot chocolate flavored kisses & cuddles beneath the kotatsu !!!! but for the holidays i make him wear matching pjs w me & keep me company while i bake hehe >:) hes my personal taste tester !! but he always ends up distracting me w kisses by the end of it

HE’D GET SO MANY GIFTS FROM ME i have the worst habit of overspending always when i do my holiday shopping & how can i not spoil him when hes soo pretty :( by the time he opens all of them hes covered in glitter from all the ribbons i used to tie his gifts hehe

#valentines #signed by angie ♡ #♡ . . . osamai

[thenightling]

Happy Father's Day to Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher). As corny as it is, this is my favorite Witcher pun (See image).

Explaining the joke: For those who don't get it there is a treat in Germany called Kinder Surprise. It's not sold here in the US because we're idiots... No, really. It's a giant hollow chocolate egg with a prize inside it, just larger than an adult man's fist. Often something like a stuffed animal, or plastic horse, etc. But they won't sell them here in the US because of "Choking hazards." Every other country in the world is fine with them but they're banned here. This has caused lots of Europeans to make fun of us because they think we'd swallow a plushie animal bigger than a TY Beanie Baby even though the candy is covered in labels saying "Do not eat toy inside."

You have a much bigger chance of eating the paper in a fortune cookie.

Anyway, in The Witcher there is a sort of spell called "Law of Surprise" where if invoked, it grants you whatever the person nearest you has that they don't know they have yet. It could be a sack of flour, or a puppy. It's that random. And you cannot refuse the thing and the person cannot refuse giving it to you or Destiny will intercede to make sure it happens.

In The Witcher Netflix series version of the events, Geralt accidentally invoked Law of Surprise in front of a pregnant royal. He tried to flee rather than take someone's child from them but Destiny caught up with him.

The child princess was the sole survivor when the kingdom was attacked. And Ciri (the princess) became Geralt's adopted daughter.

Kinder means child. And a child adopted as a result of Law of Surprise is known as a Child Surprise or Child of Surprise. Kinder Surprise literally is Child Surprise.

#The Witcher #Witcher

[gilbirda]

Friendly neighborhood vigilante. Chapter 2

BatmanxDP crossover. JasonxJazz

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It was a matter of time. Jazz knew the risks before moving to Gotham — The constant villain attacks were the most notable thing about the city! That, and the Wayne Enterprises’ enormous tower propriety of the elusive Waynes, the richest family in the place.

And the rain. Gotham was very gloomy.

Fortunately for Jazz she kind of liked the rain, truly; she enjoyed watching the rain fall and staying in bed five more minutes listening to the rain fall outside.

That was the magic word: Outside. It was looking like it was going to pour heavily and she didn’t want to get caught outside when it finally did.

“Miss, you better go home.” The nice lady that had been ringing her purchase looked nervously at the glass door, but she wasn’t looking at the dark clouds.

In the distance, there was an explosion.

Ah, just like home, she thought, but decided not to voice her comment. Non-Gothamites weren’t used to the chaos of constant fighting and explosions and villain shenanigans; but she was an Amity Parker through and through, and ghost fights didn’t have anything to envy from Gotham.

Well, maybe she envied the ginormous donations that WE gave the city for rebuilding after each fight.

She supposed that it was a rich people thing. And yet, Vlad didn’t donate anything to the city he was the Mayor of. Maybe he had to get a few pointers from this Bruce fella.

“Sure.” Jazz quickly packed her juice packs and chocolate cookies she had been craving for a quiet Saturday afternoon.

Another explosion. There it goes her quiet afternoon.

She ran towards her apartment building, not because she cared about getting all wet or that it would be messy or she could get sick — but because at the end of the street she could see a giant plant sprouting from the concrete, followed by the roar of an engine… wait for it… and there it was the Batmobile!

She really wanted to stop and watch the fight, but Jazz could almost hear her brother’s voice in her head complaining about how dangerous it was to stay in a ghost fight and how stupid were the people that refused to take cover.

Jazz was smart, so she simply accepted that living another day was worth walking away from her first actual Batman sighting in Gotham.

A shadow flew over her head, startling her. She looked up, heart in her throat, fearing that Poison Ivy (who else would attack with those signature thorny vines) had somehow gotten to her position faster than expected. But her eyes zeroed on the blue and black suit of Bludhaven’s protector — who, if her study of Gotham’s heroes was accurate (it was, she memorized everything she got her hands into), usually came over to help Batman regularly.

As she saw him jump from rooftop to rooftop with such a grace that only could come from years of doing this job, Jazz marveled at the fact that this superhero was only human, like her (kinda). It was humbling, in a way, and exciting to know that these people that did amazing things for this city were humans.

She loved her brother a lot and she was so proud of him, but she was adult enough to admit that she sometimes felt envious about his powers and how much he could do with them. Not that she desired to go through what he did or make a wish to a ghost genie or anything (No, Tucker wasn’t going to live that down); but still, she felt so… powerless next to her brother.

Did Batman feel like that next to the Justice League? Did Superman or Wonder Woman make him feel powerless?

She shook her head. Batman was an obsessed man with a lot of time and money in his hands, someone that used technology to compensate for that powerlessness, even before he founded the Justice League. She never took interest in her parents’ work, despite knowing how some of their inventions worked; it was Danny’s thing to tinker with the electronics and the science part of things. She was satisfied with only knowing how to shoot and how to use the Fenton Peeler.

A scream close to her made her focus back on her surroundings. Jazz turned, finding a group of children running around a building corner and towards the next alley to their left. She looked from the other side of the almost deserted road how five children, homeless, she guessed by their ratty clothes, dirty faces and thin frames, were running away from something.

She saw the man round the corner with a small limp almost at the same time that another explosion made the floor tremble. Pamela was angry and Jasmine knew she’d have to deal with it when Batman managed to get her back to Arkham — but right now her eyes were glued to the children trying to hide in the alley, which was a dead end if her memory was correct.

A motorbike rushed past her before drifting into a stop midway between the fight with Ivy and her. The person who got off the bike was the infamous Red Hood. And he was looking at her.

She didn’t feel fear as she saw the shining red helmet or the menacing frame of the hero. Antihero? She was aware of the criminal activities that this man was involved in; but everyone she talked with had something good to say about him. “He gets Gotham” or “He saved my sister from her abusive boyfriend. Bless his soul” and her favorite “I saw him helping a kid with his homework once”. Someone like that couldn’t be evil — she didn’t agree with his methods, but she knew that people didn’t do things without a reason behind it.

“Girl, go home.” Red Hood said, looking at her. She expected the mechanical voice, but the effect was different when she heard it in real life.

Jazz blinked, her eyes going to the place where she saw the kids clearly hiding and the approaching menacing man, who conveniently decided to mask his furious face and conceal his limp. He clearly had seen the vigilante, but was hoping the other didn’t see him.

The young woman turned back to the man in the motorbike to point at what was happening to see if Red Hood could do one act of heroism before going to help Batman; but to her surprise, since she didn���t hear him make a sound, the hero was too far from her to hear her or even get to the children on time. He probably didn’t see what was happening, too focused on the bigger threat down the street.

Okay. Jazz took a deep breath. She got this. She had trained intensively with Team Phantom, she had talked her mom into teaching her as much as she could without making her suspicious that it wasn’t just an excuse to spend time together, she was Pandora's best student. She got this.

Carefully and slowly, she tried to make her way to the other side of the road. The menacing man was getting into the alley and didn’t see or hear her approach. Perfect. Now she needed to plan her next steps.

“Come out and play, children!” The man’s voice was hoarse, a chain smoker, maybe. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

Jazz stopped herself from scoffing. Yeah, right. She didn’t know who this man was, but anyone who chased homeless children and pulled stuff like this didn’t deserve the benefit of the doubt.

She got to the mouth of the alley without getting discovered, her eyes looking for a weapon, her mind in overdrive. She had never fought people outside of ghost fights — in Amity, normal crime was low and Team Phantom didn’t usually get involved in a lot of brawls. And she always had her brother to back her up…

Jazz’s eyes met one of the children’s, and the fear and desperation she saw in them struck something in her soul. She had to help. She had the skills, she had to. At that moment she understood why random people decided to wear a costume and fight crime in this city. Humans were new territory.

The young woman steeled her nerves and smiled as calmly as she could at the kid. She got this.

Jazz jumped at the man’s back, successfully landing on him to keep him pinned on the ground. Her victory was short since the man was stronger than she expected and turned them both around, punching blindly to whoever had attacked him. She dodged a few hits, but one of them got her forearm when she blocked. Ouch.

She jumped back, closer to the street and away from the children. Briefly, one of them got out of hiding to point her towards the left — she risked looking away from the dangerous man and saw what the kid wanted her to see. She smirked. Yeah, she could do this.

“You slut!” The man growled, jumping at her. She didn’t think, sidestepping him was easy. Huh. Humans were slower than ghosts. “You will regret getting involved in this.”

She ignored him, leaning down to pick up the baseball bat abandoned next to a dumpster, eyes fixed on the man’s every movement.

“That thing won’t help you, girlie.” His smile showed crooked and yellow teeth. “My buddies are coming and you will be fucked.”

No doubt if his ‘buddies’ got here, if there was someone coming at all, she would not be able to deal with all of them at once. She had to make this quick.

Without commenting on the man’s words (banter was Danny’s thing and he reminded her every time how she sucked at it), she took a step closer, measuring the distance between them and the weight of the bat. Deep breaths. She could do this.

The man got tired of waiting and lunged, fists ready to hit her.

Now.

The woman sidestepped one more time and swung the bat with everything she got. She heard a crack, but didn’t stop to check if it came from the man’s skull or from her weapon of choice. The man slumped to the ground, a scream stuck in his throat.

She and the kids waited for a moment to see if he would move or try to get up, but when he didn’t, they let out a relieved sigh.

“You have a mean swing, miss.” One of the youngest said as she struggled to exit from under a pile of cardboard boxes. Jazz smiled at the kid.

“I had practice.” She put the bat under one arm and traced back her steps to just outside the alley, where her forgotten purchases waited for her. When she turned, the whole group of children were looking at her with awe. She looked back at her bag. “You guys hungry?”

The two youngest nodded, eyes glued to the plastic bag; but the other three eyed her with distrust. Right. She might not have been the first adult that offered them food, and she tried not to think if those adults wanted something in return.

“Look, I know this is not a three course meal or anything, but I promise it’s free if you guys want it.”

Just to make a point, she put the bag with the cookies and the juice packs on the ground and took a step back, nodding at it with the smile still in place. She just wanted to make sure the kids got the food and went to a safe place since—

A scream reverberated in the distance, probably Ivy losing the battle, she hoped, followed by another earthquake induced by gigantic plants sprouting from the concrete. Jazz winced, keeping her balance while the trembling shook everything.

“Miss!”

She looked up, finding terrified eyes looking at something behind her.

She turned just in time to dodge a blade aimed at her chest, the tip instead slashing her shoulder. It wasn’t deep but the blood always frightened children, so the little girl screamed at the sight. Jazz flinched at the pain, but her arm was okay, so she grabbed the bat once more and prepared to fight her way out of a knife fight.

“You bitch!” This was a new guy, and he probably was from the same group or gang of the one she knocked out already. So he had friends after all. Not a good thing.

The man lunged at her again, but Jazz couldn’t step away to dodge since the children were behind her. Not good. She tried to swing the bat at the wide man with more yellow teeth, but he saw her move and caught her weapon at the last moment, twisting it and throwing it away from her hands.

Great.

Jazz widened her stance and prepared her fists. The knife glinted in the brief sunlight escaping through the thick clouds, reminding her that this was dangerous and could go wrong really fast. Fortunately this wasn’t her first knife fight. Did a sword fight count as a knife fight? Pandora taught her everything she knew about swords, insisting that it was the basic a warrior needed to know.

But she didn’t have a sword then. Or a knife. Also, she was used to training with people that could fly.

“I will cut your tongue so you can’t scream, girlie.”

She didn’t answer him, squaring to dodge the next attack from the man. He shoulder throbbed and Jazz knew that adrenaline wouldn’t numb the pain forever. Still, she waited.

As expected, the wide man got tired of waiting and swung at her, knife first. She was waiting for him, leaning back and grabbing his hand after the blade was safely away from her face, stepping around him as she squeezed his wrist, forcing him to drop the knife. She kicked it away.

Now she had an advantage over him, she knew. The man also knew, the panic settling in his eyes as he found himself unable to stop her from kicking his legs from under him to trip him to the floor, her iron grip on his hand twisting it painfully behind his back.

The man screamed.

When he tried to get up, Jazz stepped on his back, putting all of her weight on him and successfully immobilizing him.

“I don’t like hurting people,” She finally said. “But you went for the kids and for an unarmed woman. That’s not very nice.”

She yanked, successfully twisting the man’s arm out of its socket. Her would-be-attacker screamed louder, but it was drowned by the thunder announcing another wave of heavy rain that was going to fall. When he kept on sobbing on the floor and didn’t make another move to get up, Jazz decided to let him go.

The kids were looking at her with wide eyes.

“You guys still here? Go!” She pushed back the hair that escaped her low ponytail with all the action. Ouch. Right, she had an injured shoulder. “Take the bag and go, it’s going to—”

“Nobody moves!” Another male voice, this time accompanied by a soft click.

She knew what she would find — this new third rate goon had a gun. She didn’t like guns. Normal guns, the kind that send people to the other side with one click. She hated how people used them indiscriminately. On women. On children. On the innocent.

Jasmine put her hands up and turned around slowly, trying to subtly shield the kids with her body.

She got this.

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My favorite part of switch is erens pov when he just cant control himself even when mikasa is doing absolutely nothing. In general, eren trying to control his urges is so hot in every au like man is gritting his teeth thinking unholy stuff, barely manages to keep his hands to himself and then just going for it is just tooo satisfying to read. I mean i love mikasas povs too but erens povs are always so unhinged and borderline obsessive I often end up wishing for erens pov in literaly every fic

omg ur like me, whenever I read fics I LOVE Eren's POV or even just the guy's POV it's refreshing and I love the jealousy and emotions you get to experience reading both POV's. Like ugh, even in manga, my fave is Ao Haru Ride, and I love reading from both Kou and Futaba's POV bc i'm like U IDIOT WIN HER BACK! But then in her POV i'm like omg yes make him jealous girl, it's kind of fun lol!

But writing male POV is wild, it's fun, but it's also difficult bc I'm a girl so obviously Mikasa's POV comes easier and more natural, especially during smut, I feel like it's easier to write sometimes from Mikasa's POV than Eren's lol!.

bUT I TOTALLY GET WHAT U MEAN! Eren is hot, especially if he's written correctly, ur so right that he can just become unhinged and fucking go off bc that's 11/10 in his character arc, this is the mans who lowkey had a little temper tantrum at the idea that MIkasa would forget about him!! MANS COULD EASILY BE FERAL!! AND I LOVE TO BE A PART OF THAT! Here let's give u some thirsty Eren lmfao!

With Christmas comes baking and well, fortunately or perhaps unfortunately for Eren Mikasa absolutely loves to bake.  Which means cookies and sweets galore. In the past week since Christmas break began, she’s made biscotti, short bread, sugar cookies, white chocolate cranberry cookies, and even his favourite, chocolate haystacks. 

So currently, Eren is battling his desires on two fronts: the desire to binge her entire tray of freshly baked short bread, and the desire to lay her out on the counter while they wait for them to cook and lick the icing off of her cheek himself.  Instead of doing either of those things, Eren sits himself down on one of their barstools, placing his hands firmly in his lap and carefully tells her about the icing on her cheek.  “Oh, thanks Eren,” Mikasa beams, wiping the sugary substance off with her thumb, before licking it up just like he wanted to. He’s jealous, so very jealous, especially as her pink tongue darts out for another taste, suckling the whole digit between her lips. She tops it all off with these cute little noises of satisfaction, her eyes shut tight as she tastes the fruit of her labours.  “Yummy,” she tells him before going back to stirring up her bowl of chocolate where she’s currently trying to make hot chocolate balls, her next baking experiment.  So, not only does the kitchen smell heavenly, there is also melted chocolate and icing everywhere. 

He should leave, he really needs to leave.  His gym bag has been sitting ready to go in the hallway for a half an hour now and yet he’s still no closer to leaving. In fact, with every batch of cookies and treats Mikasa makes his motivation actually decreases. 

The timer on the oven beeps and Mikasa gives him an excited smile as she goes to pull out her next creation, her beloved gingerbread.  She carefully places the trays on top of the oven to cool, leaving the door propped open for a moment, a wave of heat assaulting her. 

“So hot,” Mikasa complains before taking the opportunity to strip off her third layer of clothing today, her little green Christmas sweater, leaving her only in her sports bra.  And this is what he means by his motivation being sapped with every batch, because when he first walked by, she was wearing his hoodie on top and a pair of sweat pants. And now, now she’s got nothing on but spandex, a sports bra that barely covers her tits, and a cute little apron that’s going to be the subject of all of his fantasies tonight.  She stretches her arms over her head, yawning as she gently kicks the oven door shut, “I’m getting tired.”  “You’ve been baking all day Mikasa, you can take a break.”  He needs her to take a fucking break or he’s never going to be able to leave, he was supposed to meet Armin at the gym a half an hour ago. 

Mikasa hums, “It’s okay, that was my last batch, I just need to finish off these hot chocolate balls.”  She beams at him, giving him a small smile as she comes back to her chocolate work station, “I’m going to make one for everyone Aunt Carla and Uncle Grisha and my family too! And maybe even Sasha and Armin if I have extra.” 

He's not going to make it through. 

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Favorite Quotes - The Final Gambit pt. 1

Grayson hadn’t called once since he’d left for Harvard. Xander, my self-appointed BHFF—Best Hawthorne Friend Forever

how much do you need a distraction right now, and how attached are you to your eyebrows?”

“One,” I answered. “And ten.”

Xander gave a little bow. “Then I bid you adieu.” In a flash, he was gone.

Alisa began, and I tuned out.

“I’ve seen better.”

“Jameson!”

I found Jameson at the edge of the Black Wood. He was wearing a white tuxedo that fit his body far too well

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne. I ran like the ball gown wasn’t weighing me down, like I didn’t have a knife strapped to my thigh.

Jameson caught me, our bodies colliding. “Happy birthday, Heiress.”

In a million years, the life Tobias Hawthorne had left me would still take my breath away.

Slow dancing, barefoot, on the beach.

The ocean. A cliff. A wager. A race. A dare.

Years from now, I’d still be able to feel it. The weight of the ball gown, the wind in my face. Sun-warmed sand on my skin and chocolate-covered strawberries melting on my tongue.

By sundown, we were almost home. It had been the perfect day.

“Fortunately, Heiress, Hawthorne men have nine lives.”

“Ferris Wheel Leapfrog Death Match?” I repeated. That had Xander written all over it

or maybe I sensed it. Sensed him. Clad entirely in black, wearing a ten-thousand-dollar tuxedo

Grayson Hawthorne stepped onto the dance floor.

He came home.

Grayson Hawthorne let his eyes linger on mine for just a moment

“You aren’t on your own.” Grayson let his eyes linger on mine

a single person—who knew him even a tenth as well as his brothers and I did

“Don’t,” Grayson ordered roughly, “look at me like I’m broken.”

Hawthornes aren’t supposed to break, his voice whispered in my memory. Especially me.

“Emily?” Grayson Hawthorne was staring at a ghost.

he thought he was hallucinating. Again. Breaking down. Again.

Tell me again that I’m not broken.

“Hey. Look at me, Gray.”

Those light eyes opened.

because he thought I considered him weak

that Jameson was still in my bed. Eve didn’t seem to notice him on her way to my en suite, but Grayson did

but Grayson had loved her to the end.

“All those times playing Cookie Golf together, and you didn’t think this was worth mentioning?”

“In retrospect, good on you for not telling me. Excellent call, shows solid judgment.”

Xander made a face. “Note to self: Cancel the welcome festivities.”

I found Grayson standing statue-still outside the wing, dressed in a silver three-piece suit, his blond hair wet from the pool.

In one liquid motion, he dives into the pool, fully clothed.

“Where’s Jameson?” Grayson’s question drew me back

The list of complicated things that Xander Hawthorne considered to be “fairly simple” was lengthy.

picturing Hawthorne brothers swinging pillows at one another. Possibly shirtless.

“The old man didn’t make mistakes,” Grayson said in one of those tones that dared you to argue—and strongly advised against it.

and by the sacred rules of Chutes and Ladders

Technically, the Hawthorne brothers were half-siblings. Technically, Libby and I were.

“On a scale from boring to brooding,” Jameson quipped, “how’s he holding up?”

Heaven forbid Jameson Hawthorne get caught openly caring about his brother.

“I’m worried. Grayson isn’t okay, Jameson. I don’t think your brother has been okay for a very long time.”

What the hell? I looked up. “Jameson!” He was already on his way to me.

my eyes went to Grayson’s. “Three families.”

“One yours,” Grayson replied. “And one mine.”

“One of those pretty little Hawthorne grandsons?”

Xander raised his right hand. “I have a question about faces and dogs.”

“You’re not the boss of me? It’s something like that. No, wait, I remember! It’s You’re not the boss of me, wanker.”

“Excellent use of British slang,” Xander commented.

Jameson shrugged. “I’m a man of the world now.”

“Jamie’s right.” Grayson managed to say that without grimacing.

which left me in the middle row with Jameson on one side and Grayson on the other.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a flight back to Harvard right about now?”

“Someone moved against our family. Of course I’m staying.”

Jameson reached around me to grab Grayson by his suit.

“Gray.” Grayson’s words came out louder, more desperate.

Jameson let go of him.

“I’ll be happy to discuss all of your personal shortcomings,” Jameson told Grayson. “Alphabetically and in great detail

The muscles in Grayson’s jaw tensed. “We’re not here to forgive you.”

“Always so serious,” she murmured, reaching out to touch his cheek. “And the shadows in those eyes…”

“Say that again,” Jameson encouraged, “but try to sound even more like an automaton this time.”

“I’m being horribly unfair to automatons.”

All she did was stare at him, softly crooning. Baby Gray was a real quiet little guy, solemn.

She was alive. She was a good daughter. But her mother could still look right at her and sobbingly say that all her babies died.

“That’s okay,” Xander responded cheerfully. “I have two feet!”

the message flashed across the scoring screen overhead. I ALWAYS WIN IN THE END

he took one look at the words on the screen and set them down. “A bold choice of name,” he said. He gave me a hopeful look. “Yours?”

the boys were still together, and things were getting ugly. Hawthorne ugly,” he clarified. “No external threats.”

Hawthorne ugly was probably the best we could hope for.

“in my defense, I didn’t expect the zoo to send an actual tiger.

taking a dark chocolate banana to the chest

letting me see every line of the muscles underneath.

Jameson did not elaborate on the mud, the blood, or what exactly he and Grayson had gotten up to

“that you can’t wash all this mud off before I…”

“Before you what?” I murmured.

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne smiled. “Guess.”

the pool lit just enough that I could make out his form

“How long would you have stood here, watching them, if I hadn’t come?” Jameson asked, an odd tone in his voice

I pictured Grayson on his knees in front of me. “What is it you think you know?”

“Gray has always been so perfect,” Jameson said. “It’s inhuman how good he was at just about everything.

“You have to be.” There was an urgency to Jameson’s words, a need. “Because I’m terrible at hurting, Heiress.

The old man knew about Eve. That revelation hit me like splinters

which probably costs ten thousand dollars and undoubtedly should not be steamed?”

“Chess,” I repeated. “The move—it’s called the Queen’s Gambit

saw Grayson in the doorway, backlit

walked past Grayson. “Watch where you’re aiming those cheekbones, buddy.”

“Everything hurts.” Only Grayson Hawthorne could say that and still sound utterly bulletproof. “It hurts all the time, Avery, but I know the man I was raised to be.”

The metalwork was impossibly intricate. The effect was delicate, but dangerous. Beauty and power.

Then I did the same thing with the black pieces, glittering with black diamonds.

Hell, Gray even let loose sometimes because the games didn’t reward perfection. He and I used to team up

But Saturday mornings, those games—they were about showing us that we already were.”

Extraordinary

I turned my attention back to the boys. “You’re Hawthornes. Who knows how to crack a combination lock?”

The answer was all of them.

Jameson looked to Grayson.

Grayson’s face was like stone.

“And in keeping with my general superiority in our sibling relationship I am better than fine.”

Grayson’s expression hardened. “And runs down the clock while you clean it up.”

“There’s still glitter in Grayson’s bathroom,” Xander finished. I got the feeling that wasn’t a metaphor.

“I’m sorry,” I told Max.

“I know,” my best friend replied. “But don’t worry. I’ll choose a theme song for him.”

“The Bible,” I repeated, and suddenly, it clicked. “Luke.”

“My second-favorite Gospel,” Max noted. “I’ll always be a John girl at heart.”

“I will talk only to the heiress. The one Tobias Hawthorne chose.”

Jameson reached for the chess pieces, but Xander smacked his hand away

“is a bit like a game of Where’s Waldo, except Waldo likes to jab people with her cane.”

The stone arches, hand-carved pews, and elaborate stained-glass windows

“As opposed to what, girl? Springing forth fully formed from the head of Zeus?”

"not to Alice or their children or you boys.”

Grayson took to the pool, pushing himself past the point of human endurance again and again

“Can it be about off-label uses for medieval weaponry?” Xander requested. “Because I have some ideas.”

as if coming to a very serious decision, he lifted his hand and pressed one finger to the end of my nose. “Boop.”

“Triple boo—” Xander started to say, but I ducked

“Avery, people have hated me my whole life.”

“Not anyone who knows you,” I said fiercely.

Xander smiled, and something about it made me want to cry

“You didn’t love the great and terrible Tobias Hawthorne. You loved the old man.”

Grayson and his oughts and shoulds. Hawthornes aren’t supposed to break. His voice spoke deep in my memory. Especially me.

Grayson pushed off the wall, treading water as he measured his response. “Jamie doesn’t tell me everything.”

the muscles in his back so tense that it looked like his shoulder blades might split the skin

when my hand reached for the edge, another hand grabbed mine.

Jameson pulled me out of the water. “Don’t breathe,” he murmured.

“He knows better. That is a Hawthorne dog.”

we were in the Hawthorne theater. Not to be confused with the Hawthorne movie theater

“Gray has a voice so deep and smooth that you will shed literal tears...you will come to believe he spent the 1950s wearing the most dapper of suits

“My duet will have to wait!”

“Who were you going to duet with?” Libby asked.

“Myself!”

he seemed so sure that Jameson and I were the ones Grayson needed

the sound of achingly beautiful violin music began drifting into the hall

Grayson poised in front of open bay windows, wearing a suit without the jacket, his shirt unbuttoned, a violin pressed to his chin.

so high and sweet it was almost unbearable.

Jameson caught his brother’s forearm. “Don’t. Gray. You’re not hurting anyone but yourself.”

“You play beautifully,” I told Grayson, pushing back the urge to cry

The Hawthorne grandsons were also damn near lethal

we both know that you haven’t let yourself want anything in a very long time.”

Grayson’s head turned toward mine, the light reflecting off his blond hair in a near-halo. “For you, Avery.”

He reached a hand down to Jameson and pulled him to his feet, leaving the two of them standing just inches apart

Grayson’s fingers brushed mine as he took it

His gaze found its way slowly and inexorably to mine. “We need to go down to the wine cellar.”

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[adversitybloomed]

Your name: Orihihime Inoue Romantic or platonic?: Plantonromantic A night in or dinner out or an activity?: All of them! Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Chocolate covered strawberries with pepper, cinnamon and a little of wasabi. What's your perfect date?: Anything food related, even making our own bread. Would you cook for me?: Of course, anything you want and some cosmic creations! Would you let me cook for you?: Yes, because princesses can cook. Can we make-out?: Of course, make out, make in, make up. I love lipsticks the most. Make out in private or in public?: I guess it’s okay to put make out, make in, make up in public and private? Do you like to cuddle?: Always but snacks is a must, fortune cookies. Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: blankets Couch or bed?: couch is cute for cuddling. What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?:  cooking, baking, photography, reading. Tell me something about you no else knows: Why do you want to be my valentine?:  because i think you’re beautiful, strong princess-warrior and your personality is a plus. What makes you a good Valentine?: I can heal you, take care of you and protect you from horse smelling men.

        ❝  O-Orihihime ?  ❞    she could feel her internal heat rising as her cheeks colored in a light pink tone. for a moments breath, all she could do was stare at the girl before her, until she found that she could no longer trust her own mind. lifting her hand, so that her eye would remain covered, Mulan prayed that the girl would not read her thoughts and see how much the words stirred her. her heart raced a little, the thumping within her chest turning painful as she took in a breath to calm herself.

          part of her could not help but feel as if she were being teased ━━ especially given the fact that Orihihime knew that she had no experience in the area of romance. but the other part of her, the small half that kept her heart fluttering could not help but wonder what it would be like.

        ❝  alright...  ❞    she whispered at last before dropping her hand so that she could look upon the princess with a small smile,       ❝  we can enjoy valentines day together as each other's dates... especially since i am most curious ━━ about how that chocolate covered strawberries with pepper, cinnamon and a little of wasabi will taste.  ❞    shaking her head, she laughed a little,      ❝  you do realize that you described yourself when you gave the reasons of why you wish to be my valentine, right ? you are the beautiful and strong warrior-princess, Orihihime. and the one with the most creative ideas.  ❞ / @auburniivenus RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION.

#auburniivenus​ #🌸 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 ✧ letters #🌸 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 ✧ completed #🌸 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 ✧ response #🌸 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✧ tales of an imperial princess