#look at his sparkly almond eyes. so cute

[dailywonpil]

#tay said to post all four of these pics together. n so i did 👀 #look at his sparkly almond eyes. so cute #wonpil #day6

[pinkmirth]

𝒜ℬ𝒪𝒰𝒯 𝑀𝒜𝑅ℐℰ . . !

FUN-FACT SPEED RUN! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎; 21 year-old, pretty lil’ pisces, hobby-writer, infj, nigerian, bisexual, college junior (comp-sci major), professional hairstylist, & 100% obsessed with getting my hair & nails done! this blog of mine is multifandom! though my posts mainly consist of (CASTLEVANIA, JJK & AoT) content, i love many many different things . . . let it be known that i adopt a new obsession every other month, okay!

MY LIKES . . ! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ writing, reading, vanilla (scents & flavors!), r&b, pampering & self care, all things pink, fluffy textures, vampires, long-haired men, french-tip nails (esp square & almond-shaped!), igari makeup, guitar solos, theo james, strawberry ‘n creme soda, wispy lashes, early morning walks, thick & beefy men who could pick me up ‘n throw me over their shoulder >.<, a shiny pair of mary-janes, late night drives, afrobeats, sparkly lip gloss, kaomoji’s, platform sandals, chick-fil-a breakfast, fangs, tiny skirts, caramel ice cream, himbos, dainty jewelry, cheesy fries, cucumbers, fangs, cute new hairdo’s, video games, chili-cheese dogs, a fresh & neat set of braids, academic validation, and adrian fuckin’ țepeș!

DISLIKES . . . ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ reiner haters, eren fucking jaeger (occasionally), grapes, rei’s paper-sniffing scene, mathematics, toji fushiguro’s terribly sexy self, conservatives, and my nails breaking . . .

WHAT’S GOIN’ ON IN HER PRETTY LITTLE BRAIN? ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ adrian fuckin’ tepes! that gorgeous man won’t leave. me. alone! he’s so elegant ‘n soft-spoken, and i cant help but adore how kindhearted he is . . . not to mention that he has the most perfect tits >.< and just look at that v-neck on him! the scar running down is just the icing on top. finished binging castlevania, and i’ve fallen for him & his pretty golden eyes ever since. i just love me some alucard, my favorite dhampir boy!!! ❤︎

SOME FUN LITTLE LINKS! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ my wips! ⋆ reiner fic-recs! ⋆ taglist! ⋆ tag index!

FAVE MUSICIANS! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ Jhene Aiko, Sade Adu, Rihanna, Kehlani, Summer Walker, Arctic Monkeys, Bryson Tiller, Men I Trust, BÔA, Dove Cameron, Olivia Rodrigo, Mariah The Scientist, New Jeans, DVSN, Takako Mamiya, Tame Impala, H.E.R. and The Internet.

FAVE FILMS & FRANCHISES! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ (e.g. animes, movies, series, shows, video games): Jujutsu Kaisen, Castlevania (2017-2021), Castlevania: Nocturne, AoT, ATLA, Vinland Saga, Invincible, yubisaki to renren, Kengan Ashura, Bridgerton, Yakuza RGG, Tekken, Young Justice, divergent, Samurai Showdown (aka Samurai Spirits), BNHA, Beastars, Record of Ragnarok, X-Men 97, Avatar/ATWOW, Blue Eye Samurai, Naruto, The Spiderverse movie franchise (ITSV/ATSV), The Flash (CW), The Night Agent, Cobra Kai, The Glory, The Blacklist, Gangnam Beauty, & My Name.

𝑀𝒜𝑅𝐼ℰ'𝒮 𝒞ℛ𝒰𝒮ℋℰ𝒮 !

𝒜𝒟ℛℐ𝒜𝒩 “𝒜ℒ𝒰��𝒜ℛ𝒟” 𝒯ℰ𝒫ℰ𝒮!

𝓗𝓞𝓝𝓞𝓡𝓐𝓑𝓛𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢; richter belmont, jin kazama, getou suguru, fushiguro toji, isaac laforeze, reiner braun, ryuji goda, nishiki akira, jason todd (aka) red hood, wally west, tokita ohma, the uchihas (itachi, madara, sasuke), mirko (aka) rumi usagiyama & sephiroth . . . thank you to all my sexy men! i love my hoes 🎀

#꒰ঌ 𝓃𝒶𝓋𝒾ℊ𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 ⨾ 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓃ℯ𝒹.ᐟ ໒꒱ #— (navigation!) #— (pinned!) #masie files! #about me!

[bunny-rambles]

i am here preaching about going out of the house and having fun as if i hadn't seen the light of the sun in like a week lmao

on a bright note, i have all the night for myself!! (and since for some reason the uni's database decided it was a good idea to cancel my reservation for tomorrow's exam i won't be able to take it so... yeah that sucks but at least i can get a good night's rest instead of being anxious and all)

chinese is so hard lmao ;;; it's also harder if you're a dumbass like me that decided that four languages were not enough and i needed to expand my field or something with brand new ones (?) but oh well if everything goes according to plan by the end of uni i'll be able to understand genshin in all its dubs! small victories

zhongli is THE expensive dad but we all love him for that. honestly, i myself would rather have him as a sort of weird and wise mentor than a love interest, but ngl i'd just have him read books to me every night to lull me to sleep. i'd pay for his osmanthus tho! yesterday i made osmanthus tea syrup and made bubble tea out of it and it was delicious lmao

no guarantees a sexy adeptus is in the package with the almond tofu making but if you do see him tell him to come here too and say hi. we have uhhhh sweets and air con.

albedo and kazuha and flowers!!! and scara too ;;;; personally tho my favourite aesthetic for scara involves a face full of makeup: like almost theatre-like bold lines and glossy dark red lipstick and fair skin and slightly smudged black eyeliner to make his eyes look even shinier and a long silk dress with flowy sleeves ;;; or him with all those fake rhynestones you can glue to your face!! honestly i'd see all the genshin short men with those on tho. a fancy sparkly bunch of angels who could totally kick your ass to oblivion and look gorgeous while doing it.

have i talked too much? i probably did. but that's a-okay bc i am trying to get inspo to flow so maybe for once i will actually write something longer than three lines :') and ye second reminder the childe piece was indeed real cute, no matter what everyone else has or doesn't have to say <3

also!!! on the last note i don't really think you need to be a deity of makeup applying to look good in it. i know i'm not but just putting random shades on or drawing heart shapes on my face with eyeliner already makes me feel that much more happy ig. small victories <3

well with this i'll go and try to salvage whatever's left over from lunch so i can try and feed myself. good evening buns!!! and remember, you're beautiful and you're talented and most importantly you're loved 💕

tight hugs

- 🍓

omg, FOUR?!

I can barely speak English half the time, and I gave up on Japanese and French T^T

Yes, just - I would love to drink tea and discuss the wonders of the world with him, listening to his voice for hours on end. Zhongli would be perfect at ASMR if that’s your thing, that smooth voice just talking and talking about nothing in particular (IN ALL THE LANGUAGES - Zhongli just has THE best voice in the game in all of the dubs. That’s just impressive.) I’ve never had bubble tea,,, or much tea at all really. Is there any you personally recommend? I’ve been wanting to get into it for a while but just never really knew where to start or look.

When you described the Scara make up, it instantly reminded me of Yun Jin, they both look so pretty with a face full of really theatrical heavy make up;;;; Rhinestone’s make everyone look beautiful I s2g, like just under the all the rim of your eye? That’s just a look that can’t be beaten. (If I had more confidence, I would definitely look like that;;;)

It’s okay, say as much as you like !! I love hearing from you even if it takes me a millennia to reply,,, I have you find some inspiration soon!! (Thank you, that truly means a lot <33 Scara piece coming in two hours >:) )

Heart shapes are adorable !! Okay I’ll definitely try that, if I see a heart on my cheek I’ll probably instantly feel happier :,)

The last part made me tear up,,, thank you, for everything, you wonderful human being you <3

tight hugs and a platonic smooch on your cheek !!

#bun speaks #🍓 anon

[bonvoyagenoona]

How would Kittenfishing! Tae react when he is jealous because someone tries flirting with Oc?😱💘

Taehyung’s eyes, like the rest of Taehyung’s body, can bend into all sorts of different shapes. Wide circles, when you’re telling him about the latest adventure that Si-hyuk sent you on in order to appease a business client. Flat lines, when you’re telling him about the pushy grocery store clerk who marked up the prices for bananas even higher than before. But now, as you stand at the bar, they’re taking a shape that you haven’t seen before. Sharp almonds, with narrow slits.

Like the eyes of a cat.

“Kitt,” he mumbles into your left shoulder.

Your bare shoulder.

A shoulder exposed.

“Hmm?” you ask, your chin starting to cross over that shoulder, but your eyes still locked with the smiling, friendly stranger to your right.

“You ready to go soon?” he asks.

You finally turn to him, after approximately two minutes and forty-three, forty-four seconds, caught off-guard by his new, cat-like eyes, and say, “Sure. Let me just run to the restroom.”

Taehyung smiles and presses a kiss onto your shoulder. “I’ll settle up.”

You slide off of your stool at the bar and make your way to the lounge restroom, joining the end of the long line. Warm and flushed from your glass of wine, you lean against the wall and appreciate the glimmers of beauty in front of you. Coral earrings. A cute, lavender bow. Silver box braid rings. Sparkly barrettes. A midriff here, a chrome-painted toe there. Stunning silhouettes. Gorgeous women of all shapes and sizes, like the range of Taehyung’s gorgeous eyes.

When you’re done, you join Taehyung at the bar, noticing that the smiling, friendly stranger that had been sitting to your right is gone, even though their pint glass is still filled to the brim.

Taehyung stands behind your stool, your jacket over his arm, and your clutch in his fingers.

He holds them out to you with a little, sweet shrug.

His eyes are closer to their default setting. Rounder, softer, and full of love for you. 

But there’s a curious look buried deep within.

One of uncomfortable wonder.

When you get home, you hang your top back on its designated hanger, a velvet one that helps protect the delicate lace strands that were just caressing your shoulder enough to let your body shine through.

You notice that it’s quiet.

“Where’s Tannie?” you call out.

“He’s asleep,” he calls back to you.

You walk out of your closet to find Taehyung already in his sweats, having changed during his quick peek into his apartment next door. His hood hangs over his face, but you can see his cheeks from the side, puffed out as he stares at your floor, knee bouncing as he sits on the edge of your bed.

When he looks up to see you, his cheeks deflate into a curious, enamored pout. You smile as you cross the room in just your underwear, reaching into your dresser for pajamas.

“Wait.”

He reaches for your wrist, and you giggle as he pulls you into him, angling you so that you’ll sit on his now still knee.

You move to kiss him, but he turns his head. You’d scoff, if he weren’t also running his hands along the outside of your thigh, hooking the bend between his thumb and forefinger into the back of your knee and pulling your legs across his lap.

You move again to kiss him, lips trying to land on his, when he licks his suddenly and tilts his head away. You’d whine, if he weren’t also staring at your lips as he let his thoughts whir in his mind.

You move yet again to kiss him, your hand reaching for his hood, pulling it down so that your fingers can curl into his tresses and hold him still. But when his droopy, U-shaped eyes meet yours, you freeze.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

You raise your eyebrows.

“Something’s wrong.”

Taehyung looks at you, somewhat miffed by your accusation.

“Tell me,” you coax gently, reaching with your other hand to cup his cheek.

He sinks into your touch, head tilting toward you, facing you more head-on.

“That… guy,” he mumbles.

You blink and think of the full pint left at the bar.

“What about him?” you ask.

“You…”

Taehyung clearly hates what he’s about to say next.

“You… liked… him.”

You shrug. “I mean, we just met him? And he seemed nice?” You try to stay focused on Taehyung’s eyes, trying to hold them open, keep them wide and round and soft instead of closed, and closed-off. “It’s not every day that I meet someone who’s seen Metropolis.”

“I’ve seen Metropolis,” Taehyung insists.

“Yeah, because I showed it to you,” you reply.

Taehyung sighs, ready to dump you onto the floor.

“OK, now, hang on,” you say softly, sliding over his lap to straddle him before he does.

He fights a smile after feeling your near-naked crotch meet his, your knees locking firmly in place around his hips, and resting on your mattress.

“This isn’t about Metropolis, is it?” you ask, running your fingertips through his hair at his temples.

He doesn’t answer. But his eyes roll back at your touch.

You press your lips against his right cheek.

“It’s just a phone case. Just a quirky little design.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, your breasts pressing up against him.

“Just a conversation at a bar.”

His voice is muffled by your exposed left shoulder. “He was flirting.”

“I don’t think he was,” you whisper. “And even if he was, I wasn’t.”

Taehyung’s shoulders sink a little. “I know. You would’ve needed his social security number to even think about flirting.”

You smile and open wide, biting his cheek a little, finally making him laugh.

He squeezes your ass in response, nails digging into your flesh and making you let out a soft moan.

“Did you yell at him?” you ask. “Run him off?”

“What, did you want me to nab his driver’s license for you?” he goes on.

“You on some Bonnie and Clyde shit now?”

He hisses as you lick his cheek. “Find out his bank routing number?”

“Oh my god, I don’t steal identities,” you grumble playfully, as Taehyung runs his hands up your back, and then down again, “I just study them. Intensely.” You pull away so that you can look into his eyes. His big, bright, happy eyes. “And only when I really, really care about someone.”

Taehyung grins. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He picks you up in a flash and lays you down just as swiftly. You bounce up and down on your mattress, laughing as Taehyung nuzzles into you, snorting and grunting and giggling.

You wrap your legs around his waist.

He holds himself above you with one arm, and he runs his free hand over your right knee, moving down your shin, cupping your calf and squeezing it before running back up your thigh.

His hand glides over your smooth, wine-warmed skin. “I’m yours,” you tell him earnestly. “Just yours.”

Taehyung hooks his finger in the band of your panties. Lace, to match your top.

“Good,” he tells you, as he starts to bring that finger down, his nail scratching you slightly as he goes.

Read Kittenfishing here

#asks #your asks #kittenfishing #bts fanfiction #taehyung angst #taehyung light smut lol #like the lightest of smut #anon #bts drabbles #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #aaahh i've missed taehyung and kitt! #thank you for the ask!

[after-witch]

A Christmas Interlude [Yandere L Lawliet x Reader]

Title: A Christmas Interlude [Yandere L Lawliet x Reader]

Synopsis: A (late) Christmas snippet, set in the Oh Sugar Sugar series.

Notes: yandere, kidnapped

[Christmas is an incredibly busy season for bakers. Juggling special orders, Christmas cakes, lookie-loos and families eager to warm up after walking around admiring the Christmas lights can bring stress, stress, stress. There’s hot chocolate to be made, fresh warm cookies to pull out of the oven, window trees to be decorated. So much to do in very little time.

But it’s also… fun. It’s a blast to decorate Christmas treats, which can be much more elaborate than everyday bakery goods with no need for justification. Miniature gingerbread houses with teeny M&M snowmen, macarons stacked like little trees, and more peppermint than you can shake a stick at--pun intended. Planning out what goodies you’ll be hosting seasonally is an intriguing and rewarding challenge and let’s face it, there’s nothing more comforting than a warm cup of hot chocolate at the end of a brisk Christmas workday.

Not that any of that matters.

Not that you’re doing anything for Christmas this year.

Or rather, not that you’re doing anything you want for Christmas this year.

“It’s not very pretty.”

Your captor’s voice cuts through your bittersweet thoughts so starkly that you almost jerk, coming close to ruining what progress you’ve made on an admittedly pitiful looking Christmas cake.

How can it be pretty? You think. I’m in your bare-bones kitchen. There’s nothing to decorate it with but frosting and food coloring and old birthday candles. And oh, yeah, I’m making it under duress.

You weren’t quite at gunpoint, no; L didn’t order you to make it. He didn’t say if you didn’t make it, he’d do something bad. Really, the worst he’d done (aside from kidnapping you) was force you to be around him. Force you to listen to him talk and rant and ask questions that you hated answering. But if you didn’t answer, he’d wheedle it out, somehow poking and prodding at every sensitivity without you ever saying a word.

And so, the cake was your reprieve. If you make him a Christmas cake, he’ll let you do anything you want for Christmas. Aside from leave, he’d said, but that was a given. 

You feel him leaning down over your shoulder and cringe. He likes invading your bubble. Does he like that you hate it? You can’t really tell, and you don’t want to ask him because that might make him think you want to know more about him. For all that he’s asked about you--whether you answer or not--you’ve refused to indulge in his desire for you to play along.

You sigh and scooch the kitchen stool down, just enough to give yourself some space.

“It’s hard to make it look pretty when I don’t have anything to work with.”

L raises his eyebrow just in time for you to glance over.

“What do you need to work with?”

You chortle, and it’s probably the first time you’ve made a noise other than annoyed, angry, frustrated, sad, and helpless inside your prison. L almost looks… surprised.

“I thought you were into baked goods? I need…” You stop, and you think about your bakery, think about all the supplies you’d normally have arranged out every morning for decorating. “… sprinkles. Different kinds. Big and small and sparkly. Better food coloring, this stuff is too runny and it’s not vibrant. Royal icing for harder bits, so, confectioner’s sugar, little bit of lemon juice, real butter. Flavorings--extracts, you know. Almond, cherry.”

As you continue listing off the goodies, an image of a pretty cake comes to mind. A tiered cake, topped with little house, though not gingerbread--you can’t stand the stuff--but a pretty little cake house with royal icing frames and snowmen made of cake balls and a peppermint chimney on top. Christmas flowers adorning the other tiers, sugar or frosting bows. Simple but elegant, whimsical and cute. It would be on a display case in your shop and you’d smile when customers asked you if it was for sale; “No, a labor of love--but you can special order something similar.”

What becomes a theoretical shopping list has turned bittersweet and you trail off, resting your head in your hand and sighing, all in the hopes that you won’t start crying. He’s so damn analytical when you cry.

You do jerk when you feel L’s hand on your back suddenly, soft and light and rubbing up and down.

Oh. Oh no.  That’s new. He’s trying to comfort you and it might just be more aggravating than his desire to analyze. You squirm, but there’s nowhere to go and you’re forced to accept yet another unwanted intrusion in your life.

“I’m going to take a nap,” you whisper, and you ignore his little noise of protest as you set down the spatula and leave your unfinished cake sitting on the countertop. Ugly and unfinished and pointless. You hate that you can relate to the feeling, but a nap will wash it away, like it always does. At least until you’re forced to confront your reality again.

**

Still groggy, you walk back into the kitchen and the unexpected sight you find there hits you so hard that you think you might still be dreaming. But the softness of your nap has long worn off, and there’s no denying that the items in front of you are real, solid--and delicious.

It’s… your list, more or less. Neatly arranged on the now-cleared countertop, your earlier cake set to the side. He even got out the bowls and whisks and other little odds-and-ends that you would have chosen yourself, if you were willingly setting out ingredients for a baking session.

L is standing behind the counter, half-looking at you, half-looking at the goodies in front of him. He idly pushes a spatula around on the counter, waiting for you to say something, anything, about this… turn of events.

There are a lot of things you could say. You might say. You want to say. But for now, you’ll make do with a simple query:

“Did you get any chocolate chips?”

He smiles. And pops one into his mouth. 

**

The cake is beautiful--was beautiful, before you took the sharpest knife in the kitchen and ceremoniously cut into it, creating picture-perfect slices that ruin the look but fill up a cake plate just right.

You serve yourself a heaping slice, then cut a second for another plate you pulled out of the cupboard. You don’t want L to get ideas about you being domesticated or humbled or anything of the sort, but, a gesture--cake on a plate--was better than having to actually say “thank you” to the man that’s holding you against your will. 

The second mug of hot chocolate, topped with a swirl of cream and cinnamon, is a habit. You always make extra when you’re eating sweets at Christmastime with--friends. But L is not a friend. A habit, you remind yourself, just a habit.

You settle down on the sofa and watch as L fiddles with the remote, looking for the Christmas movie you’d asked to watch as your reward for making the cake. It’s tradition: you always eat something sweet, drink homemade hot chocolate--not cocoa--and watch your favorite Christmas movie in the evening. He makes a little noise of triumph when he finally spots it, and you suppress an amused huff. He has weird habits. You do too, you suppose, being kidnapped notwithstanding.

You stare straight at the screen. Straight at the opening music and opening scene that you’re oh-so-familiar with. You don’t want to see him spot the cake, don’t want to see him eye the mug of warm, delicious hot chocolate. You don’t want to see if he’s pleased or surprised or humbled or if he looks patronizing and slaps on a I-told-you-you’d-come-around smug expression.

You don’t look, but you feel the sofa dip next to you as he nestles in with his own treats. He’s close and warm and munching away happily at the slice in front of him. 

Well, shit. You forgot to include “you have to sit somewhere else” as part of your agreement.

#yandere #yandere death note #yandere l lawliet #l lawliet x reader #yandere x reader #afterwitch writes

[evarcana]

I See the Moon

Oh when you are looking at the sun

Ev wears some very impractical shoes and learns that she does not know the city quite as well as she thought.

characters: the usual cast of Ev and consul Valerius

words: 2,4k

warnings: none!

notes: I wanted to write something short and sweet to act as a placeholder between the previous part and what is coming next, but I think I got a bit too emotionally attached in the process. The title is from “Be the One” by Dua Lipa and I will leave it open for interpretations.

Darkness strikes Ev’s eyes as she steps out of the theatre doors and for a moment she is completely lost in time and space, staring at her surroundings as if seeing everything for the first time - the disorientation which comes with returning to reality after the magic of the theatre wears off.

A few myopic street lanterns glimmer faintly and the moon, pitched extraordinarily high, is covered by the ragged organza of thin clouds and barely available to light the streets below. Passing groups of people turn into clusters of dark silhouettes, and Ev watches the collars being lifted and scarfs wrapped tighter, as the theatregoers hide themselves from the wind moist with the cool evening dew and disappear into the shadows, leaving only trails of soft footsteps and animated chatter behind them. It is this time of the year when night falls suddenly and way quicker than anyone anticipates.

The impatient tug on Ev’s arm cuts through the hazy darkness. “Are you going to let me leave or what?!” Valerius sounds desperate in his exasperation.

“Just a moment and you are free.” Still watching the dark street, Ev reaches for her bag and throws a pair of flat pointy mules decorated with golden beads and tassels on the ground in front of her. Using Valerius’s arm for support, she lifts one leg to untie the ribbons on her ankle. Somebody behind them helpfully holds the theatre door open, letting the light out, and they both stare at Ev’s bright red toenails as she steps out of her shoes. Ev frowns to herself and curls her toes - it is hard to be an intimidating opponent when you wear a cute sparkly little ring on your fourth toe, when she feels another tug and catches her breath in surprise, losing her balance. The arm slips from under her hand causing her to immediately crash into Valerius. Well, no chance of looking like a menace now. At least Valerius can’t run away, she thinks, because her entire face is smashed into his chest. “So impatient,” Ev rolls her eyes and tucks her heels in the bag.

Valerius hurries to brush off something invisible from his coat and then looks down at Ev’s feet with cynical interest, “Going on a hike?”

She contemplates telling that it took her a very detoured walk from the palace and four nervous circles around the Town Square to finally burn all that destructive energy her body generated in their morning argument, and that right now she is dying to rub her sore ankles, but decides against it. After all, wounded animals are easy prey. “Looks like it,” Ev says, shifting her weight from one foot to another. She scans the road once again and clicks her tongue. There is a carriage pulling away, two people inside, and another one rolling on towards the theatre, the coachman already waving to somebody, but most of the theatre crowd chooses to walk. They all must be locals, or heading to the closest tavern, Ev realises.

“Don’t tell me, -” Valerius’s voice says and Ev looks up, surprised that he is still standing there, “you don’t have a carriage because you were hoping to find a date to continue the night. You shall forgive me for ruining this little plan of yours.” His words are dripping with distaste.

She realises that Valerius must have been following her eyeline. The nervous lough blasts out of her but she manages to catch it and it turns to sound like a cough. A lucky guess on his part? Or did he take inspiration from his own plans? Ev refuses to think about the whole theatre fiasco. The sinking feeling in her chest has started and she puts her hands on her hips in annoyance. “I thought there would be carriages waiting,” she manages to say.

Valerius arches his brow in response, “...how pathetic.” Ev gives him her best withering look and turns away.

The last carriage departs with the din of wheels hitting the worn edges of the stones. Valerius’s eyes are still set on Ev’s face and his brow begins to crease slowly. He is clearly deliberating something but Ev cannot see it. She is watching clouds moving slowly across the moon. “Where do you live?”, he finally asks.

“By the Town Square,” Ev responds automatically, squinting at the sky above her.

“Not in the Heart District?” It sounds like a genuine question at first but the edge of his mouth lifts in a wry grin. “Didn’t you say I wasn’t the only one with the money here?”

“Too close to you,” she smirks back, “the urge of leaving a dead fish by your gate at least weekly would be -,” she leans in closer, turning her voice into syrupy sweet hush, “- irresistible”. This is getting weird. “Anyway,” Ev hurriedly looks behind her shoulder at the theatre doors, “I think it is going to rain later. Have a good night,” the words come in a flat orderly row, she is already concerned with something else, “I will see whether the theatre director can fetch me a carriage.”

“My carriage is waiting down the road.”

“Mm good,” Ev mutters to herself but then the realisation hits and she turns to the consul, eyes wide. “Are you offering me a lift home?” A ‘thank you’ sign lights inside her head but she crashes it with a wave of suspicion. It’s Valerius out of all people. He has no reason to offer her a ride in his carriage besides plotting to murder her and then ditch the body somewhere in the forest. Ev gives him a hard stare.

Valerius breaks the staring game first - his eyes flash with the new unidentified emotion before he regains his usual dismissive look. “Not home,” he snorts, “to the Town Square,this should suffice for a favour.”

“No no, hold on,” Ev raises her hand in protest. “I haven’t asked you anything yet, and hospitality is not a favour.”

“What hospitality are you talking about?”

“You repeat that it is your city all the time! Technically, I am still a guest.” Inside her head Ev is thanking all the available gods for her ability to just keep talking, regardless of whether it makes sense or not, because she definitely has not processed what happened yet.

“Yes, well, just keep your mouth shut,” Valerius says and walks off without a backward glance, his back soon disappearing in the darkness of the narrow lane.

Ev’s eyes follow his path and then she throws another look at the theatre building. The light in one of its rounded windows goes down. She watches the emptying street and feels the goose bumps scatter her forearms. The air is beginning to chill. She looks down at her feet. Ev decides that the consul is the kind of man who would rather pay somebody if he wanted to get rid of her than being involved himself and for the second time this evening she rushes after Valerius. This is so weird.

She is about to call him out to slow down because the sound of duck feet that her ‘emergency’ shoes make is getting on her nerves when she hears a loud thud and a curse. In the darkness of the path Ev is not sure how close Valerius is to her but she knows that he stumbled and it makes her giggle in delight. She stretches her hand out glancing at the strips of warm candlelight coming from the gaps in the window shutters and the ivory glare of the moon. A small globe of light, the size of a plum, forms above her hand. Its light is delicate and warm, as if filtered through the frosted glass, but bright enough to fill the space between the two of them.

The consul straightens up quickly, “Why -”

“I don’t know about you but I like my toes all intact,” Ev walks over to him. “It’s only a small trick, here,” she raises her hand and the light gets brighter, “you can touch it, it’s not hot.”

Valerius takes a step back, looking at the ball of light suspiciously. “You are full of tricks, aren’t you?” he says.

“Don't even make me start on what you are full of.” She bunches her hand in a fist and the light sphere drops down but, before hitting the ground, it bounces back in the air like a small ball and splits into a dozen of smaller lights, startling Valerius. They hover in the air along the path similar to a garland of lanterns as they walk in silence until the lane ends, opening to the canal, and Ev asks, “Is it your carriage there?”

***

The servant opens the carriage door and much to Ev’s astonishment, Valerius waits for her to get in first. She gives him a confused look but complies. There is no evening chill inside and the cushioned seats are invitingly soft, so Ev’s immediately decides that regardless of what is going to happen it was a good idea not to walk home. Valerius takes a seat opposite her and reaches to unbutton his coat and pull his long loose braid from under the collar. His head rolls gently to the side and Ev sees a couple of inches of the neck, soft lines and the glowing skin. She feels her cheeks beginning to heat, suddenly remembering the warmth and the bitter almond fragrance she breathed in every time she got too close to the man, and gods did she get too close tonight.

This is about as far from the real world as Ev can imagine. The carriage is small and the little triangle of her beaded slipper somehow ended up between the consul’s leather boots. If she was to stretch her leg, the bareskin on the side her foot would brush along his shin. They have never sat this close together. Ev thinks about the old lady from the theatre. How would she feel if she knew that she was the only thin barrier stopping them from recognising each other and fully succumbing to the mutual hostility, claiming at least half of the theatre as casualties in the process. This could have been a disaster.

Ev looks at Valerius again and tries to understand how could she not recognise these features straight away. The signature crease between the dark brows and the sulky mouth. Valerius sits in silence, and his eyes are definitely not the ones she knows. They are so wistful and lonely, and so golden under the lamp light, Ev has to look away.

She puts a hand under her chin and leans to the window. A fine mist of rain has started to grit on the glass, and behind the sparks of its tiny drops - a bridge arches over the canal’s silver curve, both ends of which are clipped by infinity, which, in the dim light of the early night, is only ten feet away. The backdrop is all in flashes of the lit windows and the black outlines of pointed rooftops, round cupolas and slender towers, all together resembling a crown adorned by a single grand jewel of the moon, burning bright white. Then, the skyline and even the moon gets momentarily obscured by the huge wall, deprived of any lights, looking ghostly in the tempered gloom.

“That massive rounded building, what is it?” Ev is surprised with herself for striking a conversation.

“Have you not seen it before?”

“No, I have not really been to this part of the city,” she says, turning to Valerius, “What is it? A hippodrome?”

“It's the coliseum. The count’s favourite place,” he gives a chuckle which sounds bitter. “The man loved... performances.”

“What kind of performances?” Ev asks, watching his mouth twisting in distaste. Something about his look makes her frown.

“Gladiators. Bloodshed which lacked any order or purpose besides the count’s own entertainment,” Valerius rubs the bridge of his nose and glances to the window. Ev cannot tell whether he is looking at the moon or the looming coliseum, considering something. “But it’s not what this place was intended for,” he pauses. He turns back to Ev and the expression in his eyes is softer. “It was built before Lucio became a count, although it was slightly less grand back then. The rituals and ceremonies were conducted there during the festivities and the previous count used to reenact scenes of the famous battles there, using the actors. It brought the whole city together. Nobody wants to remember those days anymore.”

Ev feels a weird tremble inside and she is not sure what has caused it until she realises that it is a strange, unusual affection in his voice. She crosses her arms and seats back to contain the feeling. It’s so freaking strange to talk to him when his face is not a mask of boredom. “Did you use to come to watch?” she asks.

“Only when I had to. As if I would mix myself with the roaring crowd of plebeians. Besides, it was terribly distatestful and the smell inside was disgusting.” His mouth tightens, and a strange shadow clouds his expression this time. “Pointless waste of human life.”

“Oh,” is all Ev can manage. She cannot stop staring at Valerius. There is some kindness beneath this asshole facade, human decency, fairness even. It is not the perspective that she has been prepared for. “I meant before that,” she adds faintly.

“Yes I did, when I was much younger.”

“I cannot believe I have never heard of it.”

“Did you do any research before you came here?” The consul is back to his dismissive tone.

“Honestly? I had other things to worry about.” Ev turns back to the window, suddenly unable to look at him anymore.

She hears an irritated snort from Valerius but then, after a brief silence, he starts talking again, and it is not about Ev’s inadequacy. He talks about the canals named after constellations, traditions which Vesuvia used to have, and what you could find in the city before the plague. His voice is calm and steady, and has this velvet quality to it, which fits the night perfectly. Ev closes her eyes and thinks that maybe if she asked Valerius, as that favour she got from him, to continue his stories sitting by her bedside, she would finally be able to fall asleep before the sunrise.

#omg if there is such a thing as MY writing style it is writing things where nothing is happening #but I promise they will kiss..maybe…eventually #I wrote something chronological do I need like a master list now #the arcana #consul valerius #the arcana Valerius #evpanopolis #ev x valerius #the arcana fanfiction #writing #valerius x mc #the arcana fanfic #the arcana fic

[typhoidmeri]

so give me coffee and tv

“You could always run away with me,” Abe says. He’s squinting at her as he cleans the spotless lenses of his glasses. “Be my muse, my ingenue, hmmm?”

“As nice as the offer is imma say no, old man.”

“You wound me, my dear. Did I ever mention how great a breakfast I make?”

“An almond croissant stolen under the Grape Ape Duo’s noses does not a breakfast make.”

“I believe it is what you Americans call a continental breakfast. And it is not theft. Our dear Clinton owes me.”

“And Kate?” Darcy asks. Tearing the croissant in to pieces she glances over towards the counter. Clint is balancing a cup on a fingertip while Kate is dealing with a customer. The customer must be being an asshole for the smile on Kate’s face is beginning to crack around the edges.

“That, my darling Darcy, is a secret well kept,” Abe says tapping the side of head. “Perhaps you are only immune to my charms because your heart belongs to another, hmmm?”

Abe tilts his head towards the door of the coffee shop as the bell tinkles merrily as Steve pushes it open and ushers his daughter Penelope in. The little girl bustles in as far as Luca’s bed on the floor along the wall beside the weirdly old fashioned heater.

Steve smiles and scans the coffee shop, his eyes stopping on Darcy. She’s too far across the room to see the sparkle in his blue eyes but the smile on his lips stretches wider in his stupidly handsome bearded face. A ripple of heat rises in Darcy’s cheeks and her belly gives an unsolicited flip as she raises her hand in an awkward wave. “I don’t know what the flux you are talking about.”

“Neither does he. Not yet anyway.”

…..

“I hate you,” Darcy hisses to Steve as Pen runs off to her room for a hairbrush and sparkly hair clips.

“What did I do?” Steve asks innocently.

“A little warning about the honey badgers at the school gate.”

“Er,” Steve murmurs hands flailing until he settles them in his hips.

“What happened?”

“Besides the catty remarks about me being your fuc....functioning toy/nanny?” Darcy says smiling brightly as Pen clatters down the hall.

“What!?”

“Don’t worry I told them you were just having a midlife crisis,” she says.

“I...what? I’m only thirty-two. That’s not middle aged!”

“That’s the bit that sticks with you? Not the bit where the school moms practically murdered me for daring to pick up your kid?”

“Okay, Darcy, I got the stuff to make your hair pretty,” Pen shouts.

“One minute, Pen.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry, Darc, I didn’t really think.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t say anything. Really I was too afraid they would take me down like an injured gazelle at the watering hole. Dude, they must try to eat you alive.”

“You have no idea.....do you really think I look middle aged?”

“You’re fine, Steve. You’re still hot. DILF status affirmed.”

“Daddy, what’s a diff?”

“Er, a difference of opinion,” Steve says after several heartbeats.

“Grownups talk weird,” Pen grumbles, wrinkling her button nose.

….

“Look, Abe, I got Star of the Week,” Penelope shouts, weaving through the tables of the coffee shop. She barely stops herself from tripping over Luca, Abe’s little French Bulldog as she waves a certificate in Abraham’s face. Steve winces as he closes the door behind him a bemused smile on his face as his daughter’s enthusiasm.

“Star of the Week, hmmm? Let me see, little miss Pen,” Abe says. He plucks the paper from Penelope’s hand and adjusts the glasses perched on his nose. “This certificate here says one Penelope Rogers is Star of the Week.”

“That’s me,” Pen says. Pointing at her chest where a shiny red star sticker sits beside a splash of green paint.

“Are you sure?”

“Yup, it’s me. Daddy says we can have pizza for dinner to celebrate.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

“You know what I hear goes best before pizza?” Erskein asks patting down the pockets of his vintage tweed jacket.

“Daddy says it’s salad,” Pen says wrinkling her nose. The girl drops down to her knees to give Luca a hug and scritches behind his ears. The little dog wiggles his rump and gives Penelope a slobbery kiss.

“Ice cream,” Abe says, pulling a wallet from his breast pocket.

“I love ice cream.”

“As you should. Do you know who else loves ice cream?”

“Everyone but Sam. Sam’s got lack toes and isn’t supposed to have cow’s milk. Not even macaroni cheese.”

“I was thinking Miss Darcy might like an ice cream too.”

“Oh, yes. Imma go ask Darcy right now,” Pen blurts out. With a little giggle the girl skips across the cafe to where Darcy is enthroned on her favourite corner table. A pen between her plush pink lips and another tucked into a messy bun.

Steve sighs, watching his daughter launch herself at Darcy. “I know what you’re doing, old man.”

“I’m not up to anything, Steven, I’m just treating my goddaughter to a treat.” Abe stuffs a folded bill into Steve’s hand with a fond pat. “Now off with you. I have a cafe to run and you have ice cream to get with Miss Penelope and the girl of your not so innocent dreams,” Abraham says with a sly smile and the snap of a newspaper.

“Abe.”

“Hurry now. Out of my hair before I decide to seduce the girl myself.”

…..

“Are you busy Friday night,” Steve asks as he wipes down the spotless counter in the shop.

“Ha,” Darcy snorts, “that’s cute you think I have a life beyond studying and staring at bits of code. What time?”

“Seven, seven thirty?”

“No problem.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“Why?” Darcy asks, wrinkling her nose in confusion. Her place was only two long and three short blocks away.

“To go out?”

“No, I get that you’re going out. I’m not far away. I’ll just walk over to yours to watch Pen.”

“Pen won’t be there. She’s staying at Ma’s Friday night.”

“Then why do you need me to babysit?”

“Because I’m not asking you to babysit. I’m asking you out,” Steve says. He nervously runs a hand through his hair.

“Oh..”

“On a date.”

“Oh...”

“You wanna buy a consonant?”

“What?”

“Nevermind.”

“You...you’re asking me out on a date. A date date?”

“Yes, I did.”

“You want...”

“To take you out to dinner. Yes.”

“Yes,” Darcy says. A slow smile spreads across Steve’s face and a storm of butterflies swarm in her belly and a flush of warmth ripples down her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

...

Happy birthday, @aenariasbookshelf

This little stitched together ficlet took a year to get posted. There is more in my head, but words are hard to line up when you brain refuses to play ball. Title from ‘coffee & tv’ by blur. I’ll pop the ficlet up on ao3 tomorrow when I might be more awake. I hope.

#steve x darcy #darcy x steve #meri writes fic

[parkjess]

Hi i would like to request a fluffy scenario with Rocky when he finally picks up his courage to confess with a noona whom he met at work thanks

Thank you for requesting! 👉🏻👈🏻

Coffee break // Park Minhyuk

Genre: fluffie

Warnings: none.

It is your first day of work today. It was exhausting finding a part-time job these days but thankfully you found something you feel you really are going to enjoy.

It was a nice café you always used to go to in the morning before school and then college, yet never had the chance to stay there.

There was that nice, warm atmosphere, especially during winter. The music was calm, the soft kind of kpop songs was playing every time you walked in, the AC was always turned on the accurate temperature, and yet, every morning you found yourself rushing out of the café.

You walk in, this time as the new worker, greet the other workers and head to the boss’s office. “Hello, I’m y/n, we talked on the phone. You told me I can start today.” You bow infront of the boss, smiling a nervous smile. -“Yes I remember you.” He smiles back at you. -“Welcome to ‘Jinju home café’ already asked one of the workers to teach you how to make the drinks and everything you need to know.” He leads you to behind the counter and you follow behind, trying to catch up with his natural fast walking, holding onto your shoulder bag’s strap.

-“Minhyuk, this is y/n, and you are going to be her teacher for the next couple days.” He introduces you to the taller guy, with the brown almond, sparkly eyes and wide smile. The boss finally hands you an apron, wishes you goodluck and leaves in seconds.

You bow to Minhyuk, the charming guy which ties his apron around his waist, never stops smiling at you as you introduce yourself again.

Days have gone too fast, every night you throw yourself on your bed, staring at the ceiling with a huge smile spread on your face from the thought of Minhyuk. Aish, this boy...

The boss didn’t want to compliment you a lot to not distract you from work, but he was, actually you became his best worker, thanks to Minhyuk.

“Noona?” Minhyuk comes up at you, this is your second day working alone without his help, and your doing very well, as he says. -“Yes Minhyuk?” You turn to him once you hand the iced Americano to the costumer.

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot...” What is it with him all of the sudden? -“you can tell me anything, you know.” “I’m wondering... WHICH FLAVOR SHOULD I TAKE TODAY... Rocky road or cookie dough?” -“That was bothering you for a while?” You laugh at him, can’t believe to the cute guy and his dilemmas. -“uhm... Rocky road suits you better.” You smile a little smile at him and go to the fridge to scoop 3 scoops of the delicious chocolate ice cream for him. “Haha, yes, I thought so too...” he scratches the back of his neck and sits down beside one of the back tables, so he can watch you while you work.

Days pass and Minhyuk’s love for you is getting stronger, but he gets cold feet every time he tries to confess.

You were taking a break, sitting down, drinking your favorite coffee and watching dance videos on your phone when Minhyuk suddenly shows up and makes a shadow above you. You lift your head up to look at him, “Noona, can I join you?” He asks and sits down before you even answer. -“Su... re.” You laugh together. Gosh his smile is so beautiful. “So... coffee break?” -“coffee break.” “Minhyuk are you alright-“. -“Noona, I think... no. I like you.” He feels like a rock just hit heart, you can hear the beating clearly. “Min- wait what?” Your eyes widen. It was so beautiful to hear from him. His lovely voice tickles your ears everytime and now it’s just like sounds like music.

“If you weren’t a barista you would make an amazing singer.” Did I really just say that?

-“Why?” He laughs although he thinks you ignored his confession.

“Because your voice is music to my ears.” -“Does that mean... you, perhaps, like me too?” “I thought it was obvious, now please bring the Rocky Road so you’ll miss the part where I blush like crazy.”

His voice was music to your ears, then his laughter was the sweetest melody ever created.

#park minhyuk #astro #astro imagines #rocky #astro rocky #astro reactions #astro scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #astro rocky imagines #astro rocky imagine #rocky imagine #rocky imagines #astro rocky scenarios #park minhyuk scenario #park minhyuk scenarios #park minhyuk imagine #park minhyuk imagines #rocky scenarios #minhyuk scenarios

[koyasparrapio]

First kiss with BTS

Jin: Jin had prepared a full course Korean meal for our fourth date. The smell of the food made me salivate a little and I couldn’t help making my way into the kitchen to take a peek at Jin. I made my way into his kitchen and saw him standing hovering over the stove. “Can I help?” I asked softly. He turned to me and beamed. “Of course! Come here, I’ll show you.” I stood in front of the stove, picking up the spoon resting on the side. Jin stood behind me, guiding my actions. “Yah! Stir the pot. Don’t let the food burn.” I started laughing and he nudged me out of the way to save our dinner. I was turning red with laughter, and I found myself struggling to catch my breath. Jin placed his hands on his hips like a dad and watched me with a straight face. His face began to contort and the kitchen was ringing with both of our laughter. “Yah y/n-ah, why did you start laughing?” I took a moment to catch my breath. “The way you shout is so funny. I couldn’t help it.” He let out his signature window wiper laugh. I made my way back over to the stove and stirred the pot while still giggling. “Well, there’s no point now! It’s already done.” He rested his hands on my shoulders, his soft eyes meeting mine. I smiled and stared back at him, trying my best not to continue laughing. Jin’s plump pink lips curled into a smile and my eyes focused on them. I bit my lower lip, unable to remove my eyes from his perfectly sculpted lips. He moved in closer, so close I could feel his warm breath. His hands slid down my arms and I intertwined my fingers with his. He leaned down to gently touch his lips to mine. “Yah, can eat now? The smell is killing me.”

Yoongi: Getting yoongi to go anywhere was like pulling teeth and in the few weeks we’d been dating, I already figured out that the best way to spend time with him was to just ask if I could hang around. I didn’t mind, but if I had known he would be working so seriously, i would’ve brought something to do. It had been about an hour and a half and I was getting really bored, my phone was no longer entertaining me. Yoongi sat at his desk with one leg folded and headphones on, clearly in work mode with no signs of stopping any time soon. I craned my neck to peek at the screen, only to be confused by the sound waves and columns full of commands that meant nothing to me. I stared at the screen as I fidgeted more to get a better look, the leather couch squeaking from my movement. giving up, I flopped backwards on the couch and stuck my legs straight up, moving them back and forth slowly. I wondered if I should ask yoongi if there was something I could do. or was that weird? as if on cue, Yoongi pushed his headphones off one ear and turned around. “so-“ he paused and stared with his mouth slightly open. I stared back like a deer in headlights, one leg in the air and the other hanging off the side of the couch. I’m not sure what I thought he would do but he just laughed. “What are you doing, y/n?” I smiled back sheepishly and sat up. “uh, moving around. sorry, I’m bored.” I felt my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Yoongi took the headphones off and pushed away from his desk before strolling over to the couch. He stood in front of me and scrunched his nose cutely. “What?” I asked. He leaned down and held my face, pressing his lips to mine gently. “You’re really funny.”

Hoseok: Hoseok and I stood in the practice room facing the mirror. I watched him carefully as he demonstrated the dance and I made small movements as I tried to commit the movements to memory. As the music stopped, he turned to me. “Ready to try it?” He asked.

“Yeah.” He started the music again and I followed his movements. I grumbled in frustration. How could he make something so hard look so easy? “Let’s take it from the top again.” His mouth smiled but I couldn’t read his expression. We hadn’t been dating very long, so I reassured myself that I just didn’t know him that well yet. The music started again and I followed the movements. I thought I was getting it until my eyes caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a plastic skeleton. I shook my head in frustration and a fear of dancer Hobi began to cloud my mind. I’d heard Jungkook mention how intense he was about choreography mistakes. Hobi was now standing behind me. “Let’s try again. I’ll guide you this time.” He started the music again. His hands guided my body as I moved through the dance number. The music stopped and I turned around to face him. His face was stone cold. “You missed a step,” he said flatly. My eyes widened and I gasped. “Did I? I really thought I nailed it! I’m so-“ He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. His hands cupped my face softly. “Jeez, You scared me for a moment there, Hobi.” He laughed as he wrapped my in a hug. He kissed me again as we swayed from side to side.

Namjoon: I opened my door to find Namjoon standing there. He was early, as usual, and I wasn’t quiet ready for our date. “Can you give me a few more minutes? I need to finish my makeup.”

He smiled, exposing his dimples. “You look perfect, y/n. But yeah, take whatever time you need.” I rushed back into my bathroom and proceeded to throw on some tinted sunscreen and mascara. I was startled by a loud crash, causing me to poke my eye with the mascara wand. I ran to the living room to see what happened. Namjoon was squatting on the floor, examining something. I moved closer to him to see what it was. MY PORCELAIN DRAGON! My eyes widened at the sight of the gift my dad have given me years ago lying in pieces on the floor. I felt angry tears forming in my eyes. How could this idiot be so damn clumsy? Namjoon stood up, holding its partially intact head in his hands. “I’m so sorry,” his voice broke as he saw my expression.

“My dad gave that to me,” I was fuming. I could feel myself heating up in anger. Namjoon’s face sank and a tear ran down his cheek. He turned back to the remains of my porcelain dragon and began picking them up. I made my way to the kitchen to grab a plastic bag. Guilt started taking the place of the anger I was feeling. Namjoon was now sitting there, starting at the pile blankly, his cheeks lightly stained with tears. “I’m so so sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to break this. I just bumped into the shelf and it fell. I didn’t even mean to touch the shelf. I shouldn’t have...” I brushed his hair aside, tucking it behind his ear as I rose to my knees. I pressed my lips to his gently, cutting him off. He moved back in shock, his jaw hanging slightly open. “It’s okay, Joonie. I’m not mad at you anymore.” He leaned in to kiss me again, pulling my into his arms.

Jimin: I stumbled after Jimin as he tore down the sidewalk, gripping my wrist tightly. who knew a 25 year old would be so excited by ice cream? “Come on y/n, what if they run out of the good stuff?” I gripped my purse which was threatening to slide off my shoulder and struggled to keep up with Jimin’s quick, graceful strides. He screeched to a halt at the door of the shop, smiling widely. “It’s the best place in Seoul, guaranteed. They have so many flavors and every one is good.” I let go of his arm and take a seat at a table right by the door and cross my legs. “Okay, will you pick something good for me?” Jimin gives me a bright smile, his eyes scrunching cutely. “Sure!” He returns with two cups, each piled high with ice cream. “The chocolate here is seriously like no other. It’s creamy and rich but not too much so you can eat a lot but not feel sick. Plus it has little pieces of brownie and almonds in it so it’s literally the greatest thing on the planet.” he pushed the darker ice cream towards me. “Now this guy is a whole different story. It’s strawberry ice cream with pieces of cake and strawberries in it. It literally tastes like cake.” He sets down the pink ice cream and hands me a spoon. His eyes are bright as he watches, the blue contacts making his eyes look especially sparkly in the afternoon sun. I take the spoon and go for the strawberry first. He’s right, it’s perfect. It’s sweet but balanced, the flavors mixed perfectly. “Hmm.” I lick the spoon slowly and go for the chocolate. The chocolate is even better. “It’s so good, oh my god.” He smiles brightly and sticks his own spoon in. “It’s heavenly, seriously.” Jimin giggles and takes a big bite of strawberry ice cream. The way his blonde bangs hovered above his eyes made him look incredibly cute and innocent. Suddenly the urge to kiss him came over me and I leaned forward, cupping his rosy cheeks and pressing my lips to his sticky ones quickly. “You’re so cute.” I say cheekily. Jimin squeaks and covers his face, falling backwards as he leans too much in the chair. I jump up and move towards him. Jimin was still lying on the ground laughing uncontrollably. “Jimin!? Are you ok?” he removes his little hands from his face to take my outstretched ones. “Yeah, yeah Im okay.” he starts giggling again and I pull him up to his feet. He pulls me into a hug and smiles brightly. “You surprised me.” He says through his giggles. “I can see that, you’re literally head over heels for me.” Jimin throws his head back and laughs heartily, his cheeks flushing a deep rosy pink. He leans in a presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “Best date ever though.”

Taehyung: I sat across from Taehyung, watching him as I tried to enjoy the music. I wasn’t exactly a fan of the soft jazz that the band was playing, but watching Taehyung sway from side to side in his chair was making my night substantially more enjoyable. Tae started swaying more and more until he popped out of the soft armchair and began dancing in the center of the room. He made his way over to me, reaching his hand out. My cheeks flushed red as I took his hands. His remaining hand gripping my waist as he began twirling with me on the lounge floor. The lounge was nearly empty and the dim lighting made it difficult to see if anyone was watching, but he didn’t care and neither did I. His deep voice began to softly hum along with the melody and he slowed us to a side to side swing that followed the slowing rhythm of the music. The music slowed to a soft ballad, with the saxophone singing a melancholic tune. Taehyung slid his hand from my hand to my waist and pulled me into him. Our bodies were so close that perhaps only the head of a pin could fit in the empty space between us. The light shined in such a way that it casted a shadow on the curtains that resembled an 19th century silhouette portrait. Tae smirked upon seeing our shadow. My eyes focused on his dense eyelashes. How could a man look this beautiful? I found my self lost in my thoughts about him when they were suddenly interrupted. His soft lips held mine as his hand cupped my face, tilting it upward. His other hand gripped my waist and my arms wrapped themselves around his neck. His lips stayed on mine as he picked me up and spun me around the dance floor. The applause from the others in the room filled my ears, but my mind was full of nothing but Taehyung and the soft feeling of his lips.

Jungkook: The 2 minute timer ran out and I didn’t need to see the score screen to know I had lost, again. This was our fourth round of super smash brothers and I had lost every single round. It wasn’t even like I hadn’t played before but Jungkook was way too good at this game. Jungkook started selecting a level for our next round and I sank into the couch, knowing my fate. He picked a moving level and I knew I was doomed. I did my best to keep myself on the platform, but this round was different. He kept trying to trap me in Yoshi’s egg but flung himself of the edge instead. This was my chance. I tried every single move I knew to beat him, and, for once, I didn’t feel like I was getting completely trashed. The score screen popped up and my jaw dropped when I saw that Yoshi was in second place. “I won,” I screamed, jumping from the couch. I jumped up and done screaming with excitement. Jungkook stood up and smiled, his bunny teeth sticking out over his bottom lip. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me close, his grin slowly getting wider. “You finally beat me.” He leaned down and kissed my lips softly. “Now let’s see if you can do it again.”

#bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts #kim seokjin #bts x reader #jeon jungkook #kim namjoon #rm bts #jung hoseok #j hope #suga #min yoongi #park jimin #jimin fanfic #Jimin #bts fic #bts fluff #bts army #bts suga

[aph-oklahoma-46]

Oklahoma?

This took forever, oof.

Oklahoma

Human Name:Emily Huutsuu Garcia

Age: 130~ (looks on the tail end of 16 (I’m fiddling with ages, so this might change))

Gender: Cis girl

Orientation:Asexual Lesbian (sex positive)

Religion:She follows traditional belief systems of the Cherokee and Comanche nations,but idk to what extent yet, and I need to research more before I touch on ittoo much.

(More below the cut bc it got long)

Physical Appearance:Emily is 5’3” and weighs about 150ish pounds, give or take. She has cool, mediumbrown skin that is speckled with freckles across her face and shoulders,mostly. Her hair is black, thick, and hangs past her hips whenever it’s not ina braid or bun. She has almond-shaped eyes that are kind of upturned, and theyare very, very dark brown, almost black. Her face is round and chubby, withfull cheeks. Her nose is largish, and it has a lot of freckles across the bridge.Also, she has several scars from just being a outdoorsy child and growing up inhard times on occasion, but the most notable is on her back, going from herheart to her right shoulder blade.

In regard to her typical clothing, she loves flannels layeredover other things, and she has one specific denim jacket that she got severalyears ago that she loves. She also likes pastels and the colors red and green;most of her wardrobe reflects these color preferences. As for bottoms, she wearsalmost exclusively jeans if she’s going out, but sometimes she’ll pick a skirtif she’s feeling it. Solid color tennis shoes are her go to, and almost all of herpairs are beat up and doodled on. While she usually keeps her hair down or in asimple braid, she does love putting those plastic hair clips for kids in herhair. Things like big, green plastic hearts and colorful flower pieces are herfavorites.

Personality:Emily is pretty energetic. She likes to cause trouble with her friends andbrothers, and she’s not opposed to some good-natured pranks and tomfoolery.However, she’s much more toned down without her friends to back her up. She isfriendly, even with strangers, but if she feels that she is in trouble or thatsomeone is upset with her, she gets very withdrawn. It’s hard to make her mad,unless you’re Texas. She doesn’t always make the smartest choices, but she iswilling to pick up the pieces when things don’t go her way.

All in all, she’s pretty spunky, but it’s not hard tomake her feel small if she doesn’t have her emotional support chaos buddies toback her up.

Likes: Ballet, dancing, good-naturedchaos, music, strawberries, watermelon, flowers, the colors red and green,pastels, animals, learning about cultures, languages, and her family and friends.

Dislikes: Loudnoises, yelling, thunder, feeling like she messed up, fake strawberryflavoring, fake fruit flavoring in general, the cold, tornado season, fatphobiaand racism, bigotry in general, being talked over, and being alone.

Relationships:

@texass-shenanigans’ Texas/Angel: Emily’s older brother,and the person who raised her for a good portion of her childhood. They bickerand pick on each other, but they would also kill someone for each other, so, y’know.Angel gets on Emily’s nerves a lot, but they get along when it counts. As anolder brother, he’s a little more level-headed than she is and he gets worriedwhen she runs off to hunt ghosts or cause chaos, but as Texas… well, he’s onlya little more level-headed, not a lot.

Comanche (Naduah) and Cherokee (Onacona): Emily’smother and father, respectively. Emily loves them both dearly and they areprobably some of the only people who can talk sense into her without making herfeel scolded and withdrawn. Well, Onacona is. Naduah is more where Emily gother wild streak from. Emily was raised by them during her very early childhood,before some issues caused them to let Texas care for her for a while. Still,the family is very close, and Emily wouldn’t trade her parents for the world.

Missouri/Miles: Wild Boi, big brother figure, chaosbuddy, and an overall very good bad example. Miles is actually a pretty sweet person,he just is prone to getting into things he shouldn’t, and this can cause issueswhen one of his pupils is a teenager. Emily looks up to Miles, and Miles isvery protective of Emily. He lets her explore her knack for chaos and she makeshim take a step back every now and again to take a safer route. Also, Miles isa big influence on Emily’s love of sparkly/brightly colored things.

Arkansas/Andrew: Less wild boi, slightly younger bigbrother figure. Andrew is calmer than his older brother and Emily, though stilla bit of a trouble maker, and he and Emily have fun watching the subtlenuisances they can create in the lives of friends and family. Andrew has beenvery helpful for Emily’s habit of curling in on herself when distressed byoffering her a safe and calm space where she can take a breath and reevaluate.These two are protective of each other and each has done wonders for the bodyimage of the other; Emily is chubby and Andrew has vitiligo. They’ve both beenbullied over these facts, but they find confidence in each other and theirfriends.

Kansas/Heni: Emily’s partner. Emily is head over heelsfor this nonbinary darling, and she is all the time coming up with some cutething to call them. Emily will fight anyone who tries to invalidate Heni’sgender or criticizes their fluidity. Heni would kill someone for making Emilyfeel bad about herself or her appearance. They are very supportive of eachother and their relationship is very Softe Teen Romance ™. Heni is always thereto be a firm stance and a rock for Emily when she feels battered or vulnerable.

Arizona/Kat: Kat is like Emily’s cool cousin. Shedoesn’t see her very often, but when she does, they spend a lot of their timechatting or being activists. Kat is a big Queer, Indigenous, and Latino rightsactivist, and Emily goes along to help in any way she’s needed. Kat issurprisingly level-headed and calm, and she’s a calming influence on Emily,helping her focus some of her chaotic energy into productive action.

@texass-shenanigans’ Louisiana/Alex: Alex is Angel’shusband and Miles & Andrew’s older brother. He is by far the calmest one ofthe bunch, and the one with the most braincells, bless his heart. He sometimesteaches Emily to cook, which often ends with the very messy kitchen and a very messyEmily. Alex and Emily get along pretty well, but much like he feels with hisbrothers, he does hope Emily will calm down soon. He’s an excellent confidant, inEmily’s opinion.

Miscellaneous:Emily loves stickers so fucking much. Especially sparkly ones.

Fire is also a thing. She likes to hold stick over acame fire and watch them burn.

Hates June bugs with a passion.

Her favorite treat is a strawberry milkshake. Thisgirl will absolutely do almost anything for a strawberry milkshake with realstrawberries in it.

Ballet is one of the first things that helped her loveher body. She’s been performing for decades now.

Speaks several languages, including several Indigenousones.

Learning ASL to be supportive of one of Miles’partners, Kentucky.

Found out she was ace before finding out she was alesbian, and both times it was because of Heni.

#aph oklahoma #aph kansas #aph missouri #aph texas #aph arkansas #aph native america #aph cherokee #aph comanche #aph arizona #aph louisiana #hetalia #statetalia #aph states #hws states #character info #ask meme #casuallyeatingrocks

[thechildoflightning]

Character Appearances

in just keep stumbling forward (baby im waiting for you)

Patton Agnes Wilson

Race/Ethnicity- Black

Height- 5’7”

General Appearance- Patton’s skin is a deep oak color. He has wide dark brown eyes and black very kinky curly hair. He cut it real short when he first came out as trans, but he generally keeps it longer now. He’s had dreads, long twists, and an afro. He’s been on testosterone for years now and has had top surgery and pretty much always passes as male. But he still cannot grow facial hair. It’s a thing. He’s got a round (but not very curvy) body and is fat.

Clothes- Patton will wear just about anything, but often pastels, light colors, and whites. Either aesthetically pleasing, or clashing horribly there is no inbetween. Prefers shorts over pants. Very much an overalls person. Will wear skirts but generally not dresses. Often wears more casual clothes. He’s also known for stealing Roman’s worn-out oversize t-shirts. Also wears the occasional cute short sleeve button-up with fun patterns or designs.

Roman Hussain-Barlo

Race/Ethnicity- Arab (Yemeni)

Height- 6’1”

General Appearance- Roman has golden bronze skin and deep russet eyes. He’s the tallest of the four. He has black hair and generally keeps it shorter on the sides with a bit of length in the front, but it’s really not that dramatic of a difference. It is a mix between wavy and curly. His body is soft and he is slightly overweight. Narrow shoulders, more rectangular in shape than broad. He also grows a beard after college, but keeps it pretty cropped due to fear of racist views of Muslim people and their beards. Has a notable scar on his forearm from his brother attacking him with a whisk.

Clothes- Roman generally wears dark jeans and t-shirts. At work his t-shirts are also usually dark, as he is a theater director. While he pretty much wears the same things at home and work, his work clothes are definitely nicer. Paints his nails a lot. He also wears a necklace with each of his families birthstones on it. Is also not afraid to wear skirts, dresses, heels, etc. It’s not really his style, but he’s done it more than once to make A Statement against the ideas of toxic masculinity.

Virgil Jude Torres

Race/Ethnicity- Ashkenazi Jew, but if you asked him he’d probably just say he’s Jewish and leave it to you to assume he’s white European descent.

Height- 5’5”

General Appearance- Virgil has light sandstone skin that tans easily. He has deep set chestnut colored eyes. He keeps his hair a similar shorter length as Roman. His hair is a deep brown almost black and pretty curly (between Roman and Patton). He’s gangly and has limbs that seem to just go all over the place. Seems smaller than he is because he’s always hunching in on himself. He has self-harm scars on his arms, legs, and chest. He also has two long vertical scars on both wrists from a past suicide attempt. He has a scar on his stomach where his liver transplant was. He also has little scars all over his body because they’ve accumulated during his time at the cult. There’s a large burn scar on his back and on his feet almost all the way up to his knees, also via cult.

Clothes- Virgil covers as much of his body up, mostly due to being self conscious about his scars. Wears black jeans or other dark pants. Band shirts with his notable hoodie, or long sleeves if he goes without it. He’s comfortable wearing more revealing clothes at home. At work, he goes for dark button ups instead of t-shirts.

Logan Kasem Dāwsukpon

Race/Ethnicity- half Thai and part Roma (a nomadic people that have been continuously persecuted, and still are. Better known- inaccurately- as the racial slur “g*psy”)

Height- 5’10”

General Appearance- Logan has light copper skin that tans more in the sun. His eyes are almond shaped and a honey brown color. His hair is a leather black and very straight. He keeps his hair shorter on the sides and longer on top. Generally starts off by buzzing the sides, but it grows out quick and he kind of just leaves it. Logan has a very average androgynous build. He’s the fittest of the four, but still not really muscular. Has good posture and seems to fill up space, so people always assume he’s taller than he is. Pretty noticeable jawline. Talks with his hands, but otherwise generally shoves them in his pockets around people he doesn’t know, and stims with them around people he’s comfortable with.

Clothes- Pretty much like is the Sander Sides videos, bit more color variance. Still stays to neutral tones, dark colors, or black. Wears a tie. Patton has gifted him more than one extravagantly patterned one, and he does wear them, just always with a black shirt or its “too distracting.” Hates all shoes but tennis shoes with a burning passion.

Remy Eileen Zurko

Race/Ethnicity- half white and Roma

Height- 6’0”

General Appearance- Remy is very pale and it’s a fifty-fifty chance if she’ll burn or tan. She has hazel eyes. She has medium brown auburn hair with a bit of a wave to it. She’s currently growing it out. Generally looks very youthful and androgynous. Tall and has a fairly athletic build.

Clothes- Wears bright button ups that fit the definition of “business casual” perfectly. Generally white, blue, or neon shorts and jeans. Wears all sorts of different skirts. Likes sundresses. Is not afraid to show off a bit of skin, either with short-shorts, undoing a few of her shirt buttons, or wearing a crop top. Wears sunglasses in any remotely bright setting due to photophobia (light sensitivity). Has like ten pairs that all look the same. Likes to wear sparkly nail polish, because she can see the shine in the sunlight and she thinks it looks cool.

Deceit Johnson

(His last name was unknown so he was given a common American last name)

Race/Ethnicity- white

Height- 6’3”

General Appearance- Deceit has fair skin that has patches of depigmentation due to a condition called vitiligo. These patches are focused around his face, hands, elbows, and feet. His vitiligo is fairly symmetrical, with unsymmetrical patches forming due to trauma. He has a large, noticeable, and very severe burn scar on half of his face and extends to his ear and neck. The depigmentation covers this in its entirety. His eyes are an aqua green color. His hair is a light golden brown color that falls to his shoulders. He has a slim body that has a certain softness to it. He is very tall and has good posture, but his habit of hanging off to the sides makes this often times unnoticeable. Deceit also has scars all across his body that you should not ask him about.

Clothes- He wears graphic tees usually depicting some sort of theater reference, and more often than not are Shakespeare. He knows every reference his shirts depict. Generally wears jeans but is not opposed to shorts and cargo pants. His socks never match, but it’s always subtle. This is a small form of rebellion he’s picked up on. He usually pulls his hair back into a small bun or ponytail. Wears a BTE (behind the ear) hearing aid on the opposite side as his scarring.

Remus Turner

Race/Ethnicity- Arab (Yemeni)

Height- 6′0″

General Appearance- Remus has amber skin and greenish-brown eyes. He has dark brown, almost black hair and generally keeps it medium length, allowing his curls to be noticeable. It’s not long enough to tie back, which means it’s always falling in his face. His body is athletic and muscular in figure. Narrow shoulders, more rectangular in shape than broad, while still seeming physically strong. Has a notable scar on his upper leg from where he stabbed himself with a pencil as a child.

Clothes- Remus generally wears jeans and long sleeve t-shirts. To work he often wears semi-athletic clothing to work, as he has a job in choreography. Paints his nails a lot with his sisters and niblings. He wears a necklace with a cross on it. Is also not afraid to wear skirts, dresses, heels, etc., though he tends to wear them to special occasion or when a nicer dress-code is required.

#ts sides #sander sides #virgil #deceit #roman #patton #logan #remy #tw: suicide attempt #tw: scars #tw: self harm #tw: organ transplant #poc #poc sander sides #poc patton #black patton #poc logan #thai logan #roma logan #poc roman #muslim roman #poc virgil #ashkenazi virgil #jewish virgil #poc remy #vitiligo #deaf character #disabled character #jksf #colfanficextras

[wetanya1998-blog]

Tanya Agarwal

50787787

Professor Moss

2 April, 2019

Bucket List

STORY ONE: Wanderlust

It was the early hours of the day, the San Fransico airport was a hubbub. What could be more exciting than four girls, four nights and our faces beaming with enthusiasm to spend the reading break in Los Angeles? Being in our second year of university, we were really looking forward to this trip. In our one hour transit at San Fransico, while picking her luggage at the carousel, Amanda noticed a group of young built boys who were dressed in military training outfits. She rushed back to the food court to join us and pointed to the table where they were seated. The next thing you know, Lexi, our cheerful sweetheart and Amanda were pointing out the best looking boys. They have always been this cheeky and not to forget the sophomore year charm which makes them bolder and sassier. Clara and I tried to focus on our spicy noodles to try and limit the attention our friends were attracting. Finally, we gave in and began laughing too. They really chose to believe that “anything can happen in spring break” and continued saying how there is a great possibility for one of us to sit next to one of them during the flight. Clara and I were realistic and didn't pay attention to their whims and fancies. This conversation was immediately forgotten as soon as we entered the duty-free section, the sparkly accessories and the fashionable clothes grabbed our attention. Clara chose to buy a scarf with white lilies, she really loved them. Amanda being the tomboy that she is, bought a baseball cap. I must say, it looked pretty cute on her. We felt remarkably unconcerned and wanted to enjoy every moment of the trip before the burden of coursework struck back.

Wanderlust

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After taking a long stroll, we went to our gate and waited for the flight to board. The flight attendant greeted us with a beaming face and the phrase “this way ma’am”. All four of us accompanied her, Amanda, Clara and Lexi sat on the left side of the aisle and put their cabin bags under their chairs. Leaving me to sit on the right side, which only had two seats. I opened the cabin luggage area to try and place my bag there, unfortunately, my height wouldn’t even allow me to reach the button. Seeing me struggle, a young built man in a military training outfit offered to help. He had the most amazing smile and sparkly eyes. Taking the bag from my hand, he effortlessly installed it in the luggage area. I expected him to move ahead to his seat, assuming it was further down the aisle. But he walked in and took the seat beside me. What were the chances?

Airport

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STORY TWO: Uptown girl

I sat down attempting not to look at my friends. I could hear them giggling, it made me all the more apprehensive. Glancing to the left, the guy smiled again and said, “Are those your friends?”. Although I felt my heart racing, I tried to remain calm and nodded with a smile. He went on to introduce himself, “ I am Jake, what about you?” “Erika,” I replied. I could not help but notice his dreamy eyes and chiselled jawline. His military outfit made him seem mysterious yet approachable. Once we started talking, I felt a sense of safety and comfort. We discussed why we were headed to Los Angeles, me for a trip with friends and him for military training. After a half hour conversation about university and hometowns, I felt like it was time to end the conversation as I did not want to tell him everything. Not like I am paranoid, but it was just a feeling, a mixed feeling. Plugging in my earphones, I closed my eyes, hoping to get some rest in the three-hour-long flight. I could not even finish listening to “uptown girl” and heard him whisper my name. “Erika, Erika, I am bored, I can’t sleep. I want to get to know you more.” I was taken aback. I was not expecting that and I assume he sensed it because of the shift in my expression from relaxed to concerned.

At the same time, my friends were bombarding my phone with text messages like “he is so cute, talk to him” I was torn between the desire to extend the conversation because of his looks and the fact that I did not feel the “spark” to continue it. I could notice that he was longing to talk to me, so, not wanting to come across as arrogant I maintained the conversation. We moved on to talk about our goals, he seemed ambitious and extraordinarily motivated about joining in the airforce after training. Within the next ten minutes, there was nothing further to speak about. He suggested playing a game, I chuckled, “what’s on your bucket list?” he asked. The conversation was just beginning to take an interesting turn. “I don't know, maybe skydiving,” I replied. “Oh, that’s an interesting one!” he exclaimed. He began looking out of the window, leaving his question unanswered. I felt a surge of curiosity and could not restrain myself from asking “And what’s on your bucket list?”He giggled as if I had fallen into his trap. “Let me think of a good one,” he said. “Well this is something I have never done before, but would love to… ” His mysterious answers kept me on my toes. “I have never kissed a girl on a flight before and I find you really beautiful.” Suddenly, I felt my heart get heavy and I was overcome with anxiety and nervousness. This was not the answer I had anticipated, I was hoping for something like scuba diving. “Do you mind if I kiss you?” he asks.  

STORY THREE: Ticking Clock

What’s on your bucket list? 

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“This way sir” the flight attendant guided me into the aisle. Military training for four months in the State of Georgia had left me craving the fun vibe in Los Angeles. Heading down the aisle, I noticed the most beautiful girl ever. Her hair was brunette, tied in a messy bun, with locks covering her ears and forehead. Her black jeans and white top made her look exceptionally attractive. I saw her struggling with her cabin luggage and took the opportunity to help her. While helping her, I saw the seat number and thanked my lucky stars, I was seated next to her. Now I just had to find a way to talk to her. Her perfume had intoxicated me. Seeing her make eye contact with the girls on her left hinted that those were her friends. “Are those your friends?” I asked. She nodded and smiled, the most gorgeous smile I had seen in a while. Before she could look away, I promptly introduced myself. Our conversation flowed simply and my heart raced throughout. I could not stop gazing at her, she had almond-shaped eyes and flawlessly shaped lips. Once we had spoken about universities and our hometowns, she plugged in her earphones. It was a sign that I needed to finish chatting. But I just could not hold myself, I felt this unexpected rush to stroke her cheek and wake her up. I knew my clock was ticking, and I just had three hours to let her know that I felt the “sparks” like I had never before. “Erika, Erika, I am bored, I can’t sleep. I want to get to know you more.”

Tic-Tock 

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I instantly regretted the words that had come out of my mouth. I should have just stayed quiet. This time she initiated the conversation, and we conversed about our goals.”I want to be a cartoonist,” she said. There was enthusiasm in her eyes. Her excitement made me feel more passionate about her. I sensed that the conversation was coming to an end and immediately thought of the bucket list game to continue it. She chuckled after my suggestion which fueled me with a sense of pride and I was no longer felt embarrassed for waking her up. When she said skydiving was on her list, it made my heart explode. I viewed an adventurous girl filled with joy and passion. I turned to the window to hide my face cause I knew that I had turned red. Only half an hour was left for the flight to land and I knew I had to somehow let her know the way I felt. “Well this is something I have never done before, but would love to… I have never kissed a girl on a flight before and I find you really beautiful. Do you mind if I can kiss you?” I asked. I saw her expression transform from cheerful to stressed and she avoided eye contact. “I am sorry?” she asked. I knew she had heard me. She paused. “Yes, I mind”.

Yes, I mind. 

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#mixedfeelings

[little-nini]

Lullabies~

Xing Xing a-always comforts m-me in the m-morning. I l-like sleeping, but Mr. S-Sun is so m-m-mean~! H-He's always w-waking me up when I-I-I don't w-wanna~!

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It was a Monday, and the sun slowly rose from the horizon. Its rays peeked through a set of windows and rested on a plump, tanned face. The cute creature was a beautiful sight as his expression shifted in annoyance. His slim body curled under the warm comforters, armoured with a bear onesie and a few rilakkuma stuffies that laid by his side. Chestnut locks brushed the flickering eyelids as he slept, and long lashes caressed his cheeks. Pink, pouty lips suckled on a binky as his chest rose and fell in rhythm.

The little one was lost in dream land until the sunlight finally reached his eyes.

"Hmm~... " He whined. Sprawled out from his bubble, he tossed and turned in his bed. It was too hard for him to fall asleep again, especially without a bedtime song. Still confided in baby space, the little started to cry in frustration. All he wanted was more time to play in his dream land, but the beaming sun didn't allow it.

"Uwaahh!" Little Nini kicked his legs and grasped at the air for something to sooth his irritable mood. He was so wrapped up in his tantrum that he hadn't noticed one of his caregivers that rushed into the room.

Said caregiver rubbed his eyes of drowsiness and cradled Jongin in a loving embrace.

"Omo... Is baby Nini upset?" The younger buried his face into his hyung's neck as his frustrated tears soaked into the fabric of his unicorn's shirt.

"N-N-Nini...wanna s-sweep!" The sobbing creature went back to hiding in the crook of his hyung, Yixing's, neck. Said hyung whispered sweet nothings as he rocked the big baby in his arms.

"Oh, did Mr. Sun wake you up?"

"..." Jongin nodded with a small hiccup.

"How about we take your mind off of it, hm?" Yixing rummaged through the nearby nightstand and picked out a small, spinning top. It was covered in stickers and glitter, but it made due with a flick of his wrist. The younger curiously watched the top twirl on the nightstand. It didn't keep him satisfied for long, though.

"N-No more! I d-don't w-wanna pway!" Tears streaked Jongin's face as the situation became more apparent to Yixing. His baby really needed some more sleep. Under his almond eyes were remnants of dark patches, and the thrashing he made was weaker than usual. Without his sleep, Jongin turned sluggish and irritated beside his sparkly self.

After coming to a conclusion, Yixing quickly propped him onto his lap. "Do you want Xing Xing to sing you a lullaby?"

"..." Nini pathetically wrapped his arms around the older hyung's neck. He couldn't stand to look the other in the eye, deciding to hide inside the crook.

Sniffles and quiet whimpers emitted from the little one. It was a small sign that he was calming down: a perfect opportunity for Yixing to begin.

"I like my babe just like I like my honey: Sweet, a little selfish~"

The cutie wiggled in Yixing's embrace, knowing that the precious lullaby was about him. His hyung could practically feel the warmth of his flushed cheeks that pressed against his nape.

"I like my baby like I like my money: Green, a little jealous~

'Cause I'm a beautiful wreck: a colorful mess, but I'm funny~

Oh, I'm a heartbreak vet with a stone-cold neck: yeah, I'm charming~"

Slowly, the tears dried on Jongin's face. His body went lax as his eyes grew heavy. The mere softness in his hyung's voice lulled him about as much as the tender hold. Yixing continued to sing with one hand rubbing circles into the little's back. Without much thought, he carefully swayed them to the rhythm.

"All the pretty ones in the world, but I'm in this space with you~

Colored out the lines: I came to find, my fire was fate with you~

Heartache would stay with you~

Fly great escapes with you~"

A small yawn came from the younger as he fell back into dreamland. Eyes closed, Jongin peacefully slept in Yixing's arms, his tantrum gone away.

The older admired the sleeping creature with a smile, and carefully tucked him back into bed. To comfort Jongin even more, Yixing slipped in next to him and held him close...

"Sleep tight, little one~"

-Honey ; Kehlani-

[seriouslyblacklikemysoul]

Between the Shadow and the Soul - Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy

Request: @cute-yet-dangerous could you write a fanfic where Hermione falls in love with Draco instead of Ron. You can choose the time-frame and the "ending" is up to you just like everything else ( though if you feel like it just a liiiitle bit of smut wouldn't be bad 😇) Thank you ❤

Warnings: My English, language. Gifs and pics aren't mine. Credits to their original owners. Also, I am very sorry if it’s not that great. 

A/N: Happy -early- Birthday, Ria. May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears. Dare to live the life you have dreamed for yourself. Go forward and make your dreams come true.

Word Count ~2.6k+

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Pending Requests

Falling in love was not rational. It was madness. A beautiful, wonderful moment of magnificent insanity. His sharp edges, somehow only made him softer in a way that she could never understand...not entirely. His broken heart only beat louder in the silence and it would be easier, to not love him if she didn’t know how bright his smile could be, if she didn’t know that his touch could be gentle... it would be easier, to not want to save him if she didn’t know how reassuring his words were, if she didn’t know that he’d sacrifice himself so she could live. One thing was for sure... It wouldn’t it make it easier for him, not to love her if she wasn't all those missing pieces that his soul was longing for.

She touched him and it was like war. The burning sensation in her bones overpowered her mind and her heart pounded like the drums that were calling soldiers to join, willingly, the bloodbath. It felt violent and visceral and she sensed some part of her was latching onto to his skin - a mark left on her for the stars to find when they would uncover their r sad, epic, poetic... mad story. He smiled at her and the stars became surpassed in what could bring her light. It was all teeth but there was a hint of joy in the way his mouth moved around her. The sun’s blaze turned to ash and she felt warm and wanted. She was living in the darkness until his grin found hers and from that moment, everything in her was created by his echoes.

Her voice became his compass, his true north. His voice was the one she could pick out in the middle of the crowd, in the middle of the battle because it was the map that led her home. The sound of his name coming off her lips was his anchor and without her voice, he would drown, down to the bottom of the endless ocean, and perhaps he deserved it but he was selfish and couldn't lose her too. Her eyes were dark enough to fall in. His eyes held the torment he had been through and she wished that she could heal his scars but she knew that she could only try to take away some of the ache. Her eyes would make the deities of the ancient world throw themselves into the pit to prevent any more loss. His eyes found hers and the colors of the universe seemed brighter, seemed softer, seemed more beautiful, seemed not enough to describe the flames that consumed them.

She loved him. That was what the pounding of her heart was singing. He loved her from this universe to the next one and the constellations would yearn to chart their story and the history books would place their names side by side and it will never be enough, because they loved each other and even after death, they would find their way back to each other's galaxies. It was all so brutally fake and honest at the same time. When she saw him for the very first time, she suddenly felt like the earth wasn't spinning on its axis but instead, somehow, he had conjured the stars and a whole new sky had replaced the old one. When he saw her, he began to question everything he was 'taught', every single socially constructed stereotype about her kind. What if things weren't just black or white? What if there were more?

But they clashed in a storm of fire and ice and it took them what seemed like a lifetime to realize that they had changed each other in a way that no one could ever suspect.

"You filthy little Mudblood" he hissed at her. She had grown used to it by now, but it still hurt her. Not because somebody was calling her that name - something that she would never hear in a civilized conversation - but because he was calling her that. The disappointment in her eyes cut him like a knife that kept twisting inside the wound. He, however, couldn't help it. It was the only wall that she hadn't managed to burn down to the ground. He had to appear cold, evil... pathetic as Potter had once called him. He was. He was so damn -

She kept her mouth shut but her eye spoke louder than any word could have. She didn't know what to think of him. She truly wanted to believe that somewhere within him, a better him was hidden. She had seen it - seen him being gentle and soft. Something extremely rare when it came to the Prince of Slytherin. 

The seasons succeeded one another in a constant, never-ending, cycle. He was growing all the more distant. She was growing all the more worried.

They say that love comes easy. It took breaking, sobbing in the middle of the night, screaming without muttering a word. It was painful yet beautifully chaotic, mesmerizing like the sky that made them think that they were just two more souls inside that vast and evergreen universe. It was an accidental meet under the velvet canvas and the magic of the Astronomy Tower. It was one night that changed destiny's path. It was that moment, where he saw her looking at him, not like she could save him, oh, no. She wasn't that much of a fool. She was aware that she couldn't save him, not like that. But she was able to recognize the shadows that were dancing on his skin, on his arm, the faint bruises and clenched fists and the ache inside his heart. And the world grew quiet as if it was giving this moment the weight it deserved. The moon was hidden behind dark clouds and the stars almost burnt out. And it was in the darkness that they realized they could change the universe. A single phrase made her head spin.

"I am sorry" he whispered. For the first time, he looked at her without removing his gaze. She wasn't prepared for anything like that. The next thing she knew was his hand tucking a loose strand behind her ear. What was happening?

"I get it. Just... be less your father and more...you. I think you are yet to discover how truly magnificent each person can be" she softly told him. She had found the courage to talk to him like that - or at all. He was a bit shocked but he smiled at her, melancholy spreading through her veins. It wasn't a happy smile. She had never seen him happy. She forgot to ask logic, instead listened to emotions and offered him her cup of tea. A mixture of black and green with caramel and almond which was always able to calm her down and keep her company through endless nights. He was never shown any kind of sympathy and he truly believed he didn't deserve it - especially from her. But he was grateful.

They sat there, in silence at first, staring at the almost fairytale-like sky. As soon as they started talking, things could never go back to black and white. And it wasn't until a certain potion that they started to realize what was truly going on. It was just... not expected. They kept meeting each other every other night, talking or not, drinking tea or not, staring at the sky or at each other. But not that night. He was angry. Furious. Mainly because he didn't want to feel the way he did. Every time he saw her, something inside him was dying but in a good - a very good- and a bad - very bad- way.

"Why are you pretending? You grew tired of being called mudblood and you felt sorry for me? What are you playing at?" he feverishly accused her before her eyes made him weak again. Her eyebrows shot to the sky.

"Excuse me? Where is this coming from?" she fired back. She hadn't heard him calling her that in a very long time and it felt so...bitter. He knew that he was lashing out and she had done nothing wrong. Just because he had a mission that the Dark Lord had assigned him... He had screwed up his entire life. She saw the change in his eyes. She understood that something wasn't quite alright but she had also figured him out. He would try to hide it.

"I'm sorry. I'll just go to bed. Goodnight" he stiffly informed her and ran off. Literally. 

It was probably the worst decision she had ever made. It was probably the one thing she did right in her entire life. She wasn't thinking as she walked towards the Slytherin's dormitories. She was fully aware that it was forbidden by not only the rules but herself as well. Yet, she did it anyway. Thankfully, the common room was empty and thanks to Lucius' cockiness, Draco had his own dorm. Right before she knocked his door, she froze. What on earth was she about to do? She wasn't this person. She didn't do things... spontaneously. She was organized and had plans and goals and ... she thought she had her life figured out. That whatever she had planned would work out exactly the way she had imagined. Draco, on the other hand... he showed her what different meant. How not possible to plan your life was. He made her question her existence and everything she was standing up for. He showed her that things may not always be what the seem to. With her heart pounding in her chest, she just opened the door and walked in, ignoring every single rule. "You’ve felt it, haven’t you? Those feelings that seem to get so big in your chest, like something is so beautiful it aches?" she asked him before he could even register her presence in his room. "Go away. Please" he murmured, not once looking at her. He knew that if she stayed a bit longer in the room, if her perfume mixed with the air for just a second more, things would get out of hand. He craved her in a way he never believed possible. He bushy hair, sparkly eyes, and that beautifully chaotic mind... made him feel things he... didn't even know existed.

"No" she firmly answered, standing her ground. She knew how he felt because she was experiencing the same. He wasn't able to think before acting upon his feelings. He got up from his bed and pinned her against the cold wall of his room, in a matter of seconds.

"I told you to leave" he threatened her but his voice latched on to her like satin. "And I told you, no" she deadpanned but it was a mere whisper. It was now or never. He just crushed his lips against hers and that moment all the voices in his head stopped talking. And Merlin, her taste was intoxicating him - a hint of chocolate mixed with tea. It started out as angry and heated kiss but it slowly became gentle and kind and... they both had poured their hearts into. He carefully swept her hair off her neck and she gave a sharp intake of breath at his unexpected kiss. She would be lying if she was to say she hadn't thought about that moment over and over again. There was an urgency to his kiss, making her feel wanted and utterly desirable. His hands roamed her body, starting at her neck, running down her back until he grabbed her hips and pulled them closer to him. The thought of what followed terrified her but also excited her, it made her go weak at the knees. Her heart was beating furiously now and so was his. He took a step back, looking at her with a burning question in his eyes.

"I have felt it. I feel it every time I think of you. And trust me, the thought of you... doesn't leave my mind" he spoke softly of things she craved to hear. He kissed her again, but this time it was gentler with the need and desire more evident. Her hands found their way and got lost in his hair, roamed his back and her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt but soon it just fell to the floor, revealing his pale and glorious torso. It came so naturally that it actually scared them but also made them realize how foolishly they had wasted so much time, hating each other. He took her hand and led her to his bed with soft and elegant moves. She wasn't even feeling awkward or anxious. She wanted this. With him. His mouth was everywhere, kissing her and undressing her at the same time. She was tracing patterns on his body when he slightly bit her behind her ear, making her question what was real and what was not. There was something else... She could actually breathe within the fire he had brought to her. He was a walking contradiction, a puzzle and she loved getting lost in a riddle. They just fell asleep afterwards, with her wrapped inside his arms. 

Things were not good. They hadn't even talked to each other. He ignored her and she put on her facade. Months passed them by. They had stopped visiting the Astronomy Tower. She thought that the stars stayed silent at their turning point because they didn't just want to watch them and witness their journey. No, they wanted to test infinity. Death Eaters and The Order. Good and Evil, supposedly. There were no good guys. They weren't able to break free from destiny. Not as fast as they would like. But what the stars hadn't quite understood was that loving each other had stopped being something that scared them. Therefore, the longing glances, the nights filled with tears and sorrow, the pain that became physical after a while. She had lost him to time and space, nearly to fate but he was going to grow as a fighter soon enough. He would come back to her. He felt it deep in his bones that their devotion to one another was greater than those of the fairytales because they were never guaranteed a happy ending, instead they had bent every galaxy to make that beautiful 'them' work out. But it didn't... Not yet. Lives were like lines. And some times, if people we're lucky enough, those line crossed paths. There, however, some exceptionally few... and their lines crossed paths over and over again. She always knew that in a crowd of thousands she would be able to meet his eyes and find you. He knew that the moment her name dropped from his lips, the story would begin again. They had to wait. Quite a while. They had to be tested by war and blood and other people. Just when they were both ready to give up, their lines crossed paths in the most unexpected way. No one was surprised in the slightest when Hermione decided to go back to Hogwarts... but everyone was left stunned by Draco's return.

Once their eyes met, their hearts were revived. Some emotions couldn't go away.

This time, the stars were in their favor. This time, they would be. No more wars and battles to fight, no more villains, no more heroes. Just them, picking up from where they had left off. Somewhere between the Shadow and the Soul. “Hermione...” his soft and shaky voice, his pained yet hopeful eyes, gave her purpose again. To live again. And be happy. 

“Draco”.

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[saintmccann]

36 - happy holidays from mintyvan

request for Christmas theme, snowy London, putting up a tree, drinking hot cocoa, family reunions, and pregnancy!

note V FLUFFY! V CUTE! enjoy!

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The windows were frosted over on the outside, and snow beat against your roof. The darkness outside had descended so early tonight, and it made you sleepy.

The fire crackled in the brick hearth a few feet away from where you lay, snuggled into your blue velvet couch in your favorite pajamas. The soft texture of the fabric on your skin and the warmth of the fire radiating toward you were lulling you in and out of light sleep. Your tired eyes were fluttering; you were enjoying the bit of rest you had to yourself. Your back and feet hadn’t hurt in a while, and your warm dinner had filled you happily.

“Love?” Van asked, slithering his body behind yours on the couch and resting his hand over your stomach. The other hand ran softly through the strands of your hair.

“Mmm,” you hummed in response, snuggling up closer to him and enjoying the safe feeling of him pressed up against you.

“You sleepy already? It’s just now five o’clock.”

You burrowed your head against the couch cushion and mumbled a soft response. “When you’re pregnant, you can do anything you want.”

“I can’t argue with that,” he softly laughed, and pressed a kiss right behind your ear. It sent a tingle down your spine. “I thought you might like to know I’ve thrown some cookie dough in the oven. They’ll be ready in ---” he checked his watch behind your head, “--- exactly two minutes.”

“Dear god, how did I get so lucky,” you said as you turned around on the couch to face him, and kissed his cheek. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he helped you sit up, despite you only being three months pregnant. Van walked into the kitchen backwards, pulling you by your hand, orange glow from the fire cast on his face.

Sitting there at the kitchen table eating warm, gooey cookies with Van struck a warm chord in you; it reminded you of your first date with him. He had stood there at your doorstep, snow in his hair, rubbing his ice cold hands together so they wouldn’t shake when he looked you in the eye. He’d taken you to a nice dinner at an upscale restaurant in London, made you laugh so hard you teared up, and afterward, he’d held your hand and walked you down the watery streets lined in Christmas lights. Car lights and shop windows reflected neon at your feet, and the lights around you shined brightly in his eyes as he leaned down to peck your cold lips with his for the first time. When the snowy streets’ concrete coldness had crept into your bones, Van had whirled you both into a small corner shop, and bought you as many warm cookies as he could carry in his hands. He’d thrown them down onto a set of napkins he’d strewn across the diner-style table, and slid across from you in the booth, and helped you devour the delicious sugary pile with the widest, most playful grin.

He had that same playful grin on his face now as he watched you silently recount the memory.

“What?” he asked around a mouthful of cookie in that happy, flirtatious voice of his.

“Just… I love you,” you said, stepping off your chair to come wrap your arms around his waist, your rings almost getting snagged in his black sweater.

“I love you too,” he whispered into your hair.

****

“Can ya bring me a ladder, Van?”

“Fuck no, there’s no fucking way you’re getting on a ladder,” he said, lowly, as he attached a few sparkly red ornaments higher than you could reach on the silver tinsel tree.

“But I want to put the star on!” you whined, plopping down on the sofa, absentmindedly staring at the fire twirl and twist in the hearth. After a few moments between that and watching Van silently load red, blue, silver ornaments onto the tree, you sighed. He turned his head and looked at you pointedly, urging you to speak.

“It’s my tradition,” you said softly, sadly. You got off the sofa, and went to the kitchen. You ate a cookie left over from a few days ago while you dejectedly prepared some hot chocolate with salted caramel, yours and Van’s favorite. You knew it was just pregnant hormones making you upset; but then again, what you feel in a moment is what you feel. So in that moment, you felt sad.

While you were waiting for the almond milk to heat on the stove, Christmas music started playing through the speakers in the other room; Van’s doing. Hearing the little bells jingling and the upbeat music turned your mood to a lighter, happier one. You definitely married the right man.

Two mugs of piping hot chocolate in hand, you carefully walked back into the living room to deliver to Van. He had covered most of the tree in ornaments now, and was doing an adorable little wiggle to the music as he darted around the tree to hang them.  

Van took the hot mugs from you and set them on the end table to cool, and then held your hands, warmed by the mugs, in his.

“Ms. McCann, oh, and little McCann -- care to dance?” he asked (the both of you apparently), and you nodded, smiling coyly at his unnecessary chivalry.

You couldn’t help but snicker as he began to lightheartedly dance with you. He swayed his hips as he moved closer to you, and twirled you around. Those were his two dance moves. Hip sway to the left, hip sway to the right, a little wiggle, and a twirl. A coquettish grin plastered to his face, always.

The song changed to a slower one, and he broke away from holding your hands to wrap you to his chest. Your belly poked his, and he had to lean forward a little farther to hug you fully. You both swayed against each other, just enjoying the company, while Van rubbed circles into your back. Suddenly, he spoke up.

“How ‘bout I go get the ladder, but ya have to promise me that you’ll let me spot you and that ya won’t reach out too far and fall on the tree and die? Or fall backward into the fireplace and die? Or --”

Your eyes rose to meet his, and you cut him off. “Deal.”

***

“I was gonna wait til Christmas to give ya these, but I figured if I did, we wouldn’t get to enjoy ‘em,” Van said when he entered your bedroom a couple of weeks after that, just days before Christmas.

Your eyes brightened at the mention of a gift.

“Yeah, yeah, I know I said I wouldn’t let ya open anything, but this is a different kind of gift.”

He held a box out to you, wrapped pristinely in newspaper with a big red bow. You couldn’t wait to tear it open.

You put it on your lap, and reached around your small baby bump to unravel the ribbon. The paper crinkled and fell to the floor, and you reached inside the box.

One little concert ticket framed, and on the back, Van’s handwriting: “Your first Catfish concert. 20XX.”

One small disc of baked white clay, with the imprint of a key, and Van’s handwriting: “Our first house. 20XX.”

And one small frame with a tiny print of the ultrasound photo you’d received last week, and on the back, Van’s handwriting: “Our first baby. 20XX.”

Your mouth had fallen open by the time you got through each item in the box. Van, who had sat next to you, held you in a one-arm hug.

“Ornaments, for the tree, see,” he said, pointing to the holes he’d made in the tops of each.

“This is….”

“I know, I did amazin’,” and with his flirty comment, you rolled your eyes and half-scoffed, half-laughed, and led him out of the room to put the ornaments on your tree.

***

“My bump is really showing now,” you whispered, a little unsatisfied with your appearance as you stared at your stomach in the mirror. Even under a flowing black dress, you could tell. You ran your hands along its contours, feeling the hard skin beneath, wishing it could go away just for the holiday party.

“You okay in here?” Van questioned as he entered the closet, tucking his shirt into his pants with his belt half-on. He stopped mid-tuck and stood straight. “Y/N?”

“I feel so… gross. Disfigured.”

“W-- No, Y/N, you’re beautiful. Incredibly beautiful. Look at you!” He turned you around to face the mirror from the front, and he stood behind you. He pointed to your bump. “That’s our baby in there! We did that!”

“Yeah.”

He put both his hands around you and rested them on the bump. The warmth radiated from his hands, and you sighed. And then, a thump. Just under his right hand.

“Y/N? Was that --?” His eyes bulged, and he looked over your shoulder at his hands and your belly.

“Oh my god. A kick?” Your eyes started watering. Another thump, in a similar spot. You both gasped.

“Gonna be a good footy player, yeah?” he sniffed, and settled his chin into the crook between your neck and shoulder. You felt one of Van’s tears roll down your exposed shoulder, and let him hold you. You both waited for another kick, but it didn’t come.

“We’re probably going to be late to the Christmas party,” you whispered, breaking the anticipatory silence.

“We have the best excuse,” Van said reverently, wiping his eyes and standing straight again to finish up his outfit. “You let me know if he does it again,” he called.

“We don’t know if it’s a boy or girl yet!” you yelled back to him, now somewhere far in the house.

“Whoever they are, they’re gonna play football!”

When you settled into the car next to Van, the warm fuzzy feeling was still very much there.

***

As soon as you’d stepped through the door, oohs and aahs at how much your belly had grown since your friends and family had last seen you made you feel a little uncomfortable, but Van had gone on to say something like “ain’t she the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen?” or “she’s got the mother glow!” after each and every comment. You couldn’t appreciate his support more.

“D’you know if it’s a boy or girl yet?” Larry asked the two of you after he handed Van’s parents drinks on the way to the table you were sitting at.

“Nope, but Van thinks it’s going to be a football player regardless,” you said back, and Van smiled.

“We felt the little thing kick today. Just before we left,” he recounted to Larry, and kissed your temple. He was so proud.

“That’s amazing! I’m happy for you,” Larry said with a genuine smile. “And Y/N, you look great.” You couldn’t believe you were afraid to leave the house earlier. At the party, you were fawned over by both of your parents, all of your friends, and the rest of your families. The joint celebration you’d decided to have was “the best idea in the entire universe,” according to Van’s cousin.

The party was a hoot, full of the people you loved being as merry as could be. You all told stories about each other in conversation, and eventually, you piped up when Bernie reminded the group of Van’s penchant for good music since he was a kid.

“You know, ever since we’ve been married, Van’s always sung everywhere we’ve gone. And at sometimes it has been completely annoying… Sorry love… but it’s a true joy. I didn’t know how much I could love music until I met Van. And I didn’t know how much I could love Van until he used that music to sing to the baby.”

Everyone “aww”-ed at that line. Van smirked.

“Recently, at night if Van’s bored, he sits at his desk and writes lullabies for the baby. And then he’ll come to me wherever I am -- probably the couch reading a book, or in the bath, also reading a book -- and he’ll set up camp next to me. He’ll play his guitar and sing ‘loud enough for the baby to hear,’ as he says, but as soon as I swat at him and tell him he’s bothering me, he’ll come up close and whisper to my stomach. Something like ‘mum’s a little irritated with us right now, so let’s be a tad quieter, shall we?’ and I chuckle and pretend to be upset still, but there’s nothing more special than watching him sing softly to my belly. And when he’s done he’ll just tell it about his day, or how much he loves me, and honestly, it melts my heart.”

“Bernie did the same to Van! He’d have music on constantly for him. But let me tell you, as soon as Van popped out, that music ability was transferred immediately. Talk about banging on pots and pans, chasing the boy around to keep him out of the cabinets, having to fight him for volume control on every sound device, and listening to him scream-sing at the top of his lungs constantly. Phew! What a handful for just two people,” Mary laughed, and rubbed her son’s shoulder. Everyone chuckled, and more stories were passed.

But you stayed uncharacteristically silent for the rest of the party until it was time to say goodbye.

***

“I don’t know if I can do it,” you whisper to break the silence on the car ride back home.

“Do what?” Van asked, though he’d already sensed what you were on about. You’d been quiet since Mary had spoken to you about baby Van.

“The parenting thing,” you said, rocking a little in your seat as Van pulled the car into the drive. You gathered your gloves and forewent the jacket considering you’d be in the house in a bit. “You had a reputation of being crazy as hell as a child, Van. And I have no doubt that this kid’s going to have at least part of that crazy. I don’t know if I can do all this by myself when you’re on tour.”

You knew you’d hit a tiny nerve in Van when you said that, but it was a valid fear. He took a deep breath and parked the car.

“We’re gonna be great, love,” he said, pulling the key from the ignition and running around the car to retrieve you from the passenger side. He helped you out of the car, and you sighed at how heavy your belly was starting to feel. You staggered into the house, careful of the ice on the sidewalk, under his wing.

You both took off your boots and left them at the front door; he closed it hurriedly behind you, trying not to let the cold air in. You stopped, looked up at him, and spoke again.

“Despite the holiday cheer and all that, which is a great distraction by the way… I’m scared.”

He gestured around to the fireplace, warm and bright; the Christmas tree, lights twinkling, and filled with ornaments of love; all the unwashed cookie sheets and chocolate mugs and plates in the sink; heavy blankets thrown over the couch in a nest; holiday cards sent by tons of friends and family; wet snowy shoes piled right at the door. And two people who were very, very concerned for their first child.

“I know you are, Y/N, but, honestly….look how much love is in this house.”

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[helstrome]

NCT as Baskin Robbins ice cream flavours

Jisung: Shooting Star

Maknae’s vibe! Featuring his vibrant blue hair i love this not-so-baby baby he’s SUCH A CUTIE I NEED HELp he’s the ultimate freshness of cherry syrup with bursts of popping candy~

Chenle: Rainbow Sherbet

He’s always so bright mostly because of his doLPHIN SHRIEKS he’s gonna lift everyone’s mood up like a tangy combination of pineapple, orange and raspberry flavor!

Jeno: Honey Cheese Trap

This boy really is a trap he is practically dripping with honey he’s so cute and sweet and kind and his unnecessary eye smiles this boy is silent but deadly SM is blessed to have him the GOD OF VISUAL from such a young age i’m so soft for Jeno he would always be my little baby brother even when he is 25 yo or smth

Renjun: My Lemon Tree

I can’t think of anything else other than the refreshing lemon every time I see our Renjunie! He’s such a cutie and HIS LOVE FOR MOOMIN I can never please save my old heart

Mark: Cookies and Cream

THIS KID; WHO DOESN’T LOVE THIS KID FIGHT ME the one and only Mark Lee is the most memorable flavor of all time a.k.a Cookies ’n Cream! Even if you don’t love cookies ’n cream you love cookies ’n cream same logic applies even if you don’t love Mark Lee you love Mark Lee

Haechan: Mom is an Alien

idk but the name suits him LMAO Donghyuck is sometimes behaving well/sometimes letting out surprising charms/a whole bunch of times mischievous like these mix of milk/dark/white chocolate swirls!

Doyoung: Gone with The Wind

I LOVE THIS BUNNY so much I think I’m as witty and sarcastic and sometimes dismissive lmao his comments are so ruthless like that electric buzz of strawberry’s sourness plus his puRPLE LIGHT BLUEBERRY HAIR IS LIFE but goddamn black haired Doyoung is A+ and the cheesecake base of this ice cream neatly wraps his overall personality; an actual ball of sweet and fluff and heart of a mom on the inside for dreamies and have you seen his gummy smile my day is brighter the grass is greener the flower is blooming

Winwin: Almond Bonbon

Lbr Sicheng is going to love all flavors of ice cream because it’s ICE CREAM- anyway the name bonbon instantly reminds me of him and how sweet he is every time he smiles every time he looks at the camera with his sparkly eyes every time he breathes T^T He is the embodiment of this flavor’s tagline: mouth full of pleasant chocolate, almonds and even more sweet!

Jaehyun: New York Cheesecake

I AM SCREAMING like his little brother Jeno he’s the ultimate softness and is dripping with sweetness all over I mean smiles and dimples and look at those cheeks ok I’m gonna stop here someone please cuRB ME all in all he got that smoothness of a classic New York cheesecake and don’t get me started on how sexy cheeseca- *signal lost*

Taeyong: Berry Berry Strawberry

His pink hair :( and his fluffy personality and hIS EXISTENCE IN GENERAL scream sour plump flesh of berry chunks to me!!!! I swear he’s fluffier than Agnes’ unicorn but let’s not forget baby don’t like it lmao jk let’s just move on

Ten: Mango Tango

I mean country reference joke aside lol JK HE’S SO BRIGHT and fun and loud like Mango!!!! The color really suits his bubbly and sweet personality and I would love to see more of Ten omg I miss this baby so much you have no idea peTITION FOR SM TO BRING MY PRECIOUS CHITTAPON BACK

Johnny: Espresso and Cream

It’s probably his addiction to americano the caffeine flows in his bloodstream he’s strong in the outside and his visual is so strong as well glares at cherry bomb mv johnny buT IN REALITY he’s such a gentle giant and the softness of the cream makes up for it~

Yuta: Choco Tree

Not forgetting where he came from he’s the elegance of green tea buT HIS OUT THE ROOF CONFIDENCE AND FLirt is all round chocolate! Who can resist the temptation of Nakamoto Yuta two most favorite flavors in the world!

Taeil: Strike Cashews

This oppa is so silent and is inside of his own world holding back his comments and it’s so hard for him to express his feelings through words and actions but he is such a 4D I’ve seen a lot of videos showing love for him and he deserves every bit of it and I LOVE HOW DORKY HE ACTUALLY IS ON THE INSIDE I mean those cheerleading movement is forever his #1 Meme and all his dorky actions those are like the nice surprise of cashew nuts and black raspberry ribbons inside the plain vanilla based flavor *whispers* I love Moon Taeil give him lots of love and support

Jaemin: Mint Chocolate Chip

I started stanning NCT from 127 and U tbh because I felt dreamies were a little too young for me back then so I don’t know much about this little sunshine but hiS LAUGH IS SO PRECIOUS and everyone loves him and wants him to comeback again are we not so PLEASE LOVE THIS SUNSHINE TOO <3

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