#made these for eve so.. here ya go your man <3

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Hi!! This is the same Anon who requested the Sinner! Adam x reader with one sided AdamsApple. I wanted to say that I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT. You write them so well 😭 I would really love a part 2 of it if you could make one, especially seeing more of the dynamic between them after Charlie walks them both to talk with Adam + Reader. (again FULLY your choice if you even do this + feel free to take any creative liberties OFC!)

AdamsApple is such an angst ridden ship and I love every second of the dynamic, even if it’s in a one sided relationship!

Have a great rest of your day ❤️❤️

Dude I absolutely love you/p for requesting a second part bc their dynamic causes my brain to go brrrrrr so here ya go <3

Part 1

This hurts me like hell, feel like the angel who fell

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & angst

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

“Lucifer,” you beamed at the blonde man who looked somewhat uncomfortable. Given Adam's reaction to your cheerful welcome Lucifer wasn't the only one though. The first man was quick to wrap his wings around your body in protection. Logically the brunette knew that you were safe, that you weren't gonna leave him but emotionally it was hard to deal with.

“You haven't been around in a while, what have you been up to?” you offered him a warm smile that Lucifer copied as well as he could. It wasn't your fault after all, he couldn't blame you for loving Adam, not when he himself was in love with the first man. It had been an unlucky accident that Adam had fallen for you instead of Lucifer - he had been locked up in his tower, suffering from yet another depressive episode while you had been there. You had been there to take care of the brunette.

The devil however tried to appear as cheerful as possible when he responded to your question, there was no good reason to bring the mood down, not when neither of you were responsible for how things had ended up. Emotions weren't controllable after all. “Oh you know,” he tried to make the grin on his lips as natural as possible - it seemingly worked out, “A little bit of this, a little bit of that, ruling hell is a full time job after all.” Adam huffed at that and Lucifer had to bite down on the inside of his cheek in order not to look down at the brunette. “Yeah right, I bet you still make those fucking pathetic rubber ducks,” the former angel sounded pissed and Lucifer partly understood why. He had never apologized to Adam for what had happened in Eden, for the drama with Adam's wives. Lucifer remained silent for a moment, you however managed to unintentionally cover the devil's back, “Don’t be a fucking asshole about it,” you hissed at the man underneath you and slapped his chest, that only made the first man tighten his hold on you and his wings were now covereing every single inch of your body. The feathers of his wings weren't bright golden anymore, they had changed to black. So it was quite dark for you once Adam's wings had also covered your face. “Yeah? So you're on the devil's side now?” Lucifer recognized the jealousy in Adam's voice immediately, he wanted to assure the other male that he had nothing to worry about as he raised his voice again, “Adam, I'm not interested in him, I-” but the brunette turned his face towards the fallen angel and interrupted him, “You’re not interested in him, huh? Just like you weren't fucking interested in Lilith once she had been given to me? How you weren't fucking interested in Eve once Lilith bored you? You're not fucking interested, you never are and yet you always fucking take what's made to be mine, so up your fucking ass, Lucifer.” Adam's voice sounded venomous, it was filled with honest hatred towards the devil and Lucifer understood. The former angel was right after all, whenever someone had been given to Adam, Lucifer had taken them from him and who was to say that it wouldn't happen again? Well Lucifer was to say because he wasn't interested in you, but Adam didn't believe him and the former leader of the exorcists had every right to do so.

“I think that's-” Charlie tried to calm the conversation down but Lucifer talked over her, “I’m sorry Adam.” The brunette rolled his eyes, clearly not believing the blonde a single word - and once again Lucifer understood.

Because back in Eden Lucifer and Adam had been close, closer than friends yet not close enough to be considered lovers. What they had was special and Lucifer would forever remember their bond. They had been kissing - Lucifer had been Adam's first. There had been no one else back then, it was before Lilith had been created. And in return Adam had shown Lucifer pleasure. The devil remembered their time in Eden so vividly, like it was a movie playing inside his mind, a movie that was set up to be a romance but fell apart and turned into war.

“Of fucking course you are,” Adam turned his head to face the ceiling instead of Lucifer. It was hard for the first man to be around the person he had once considered his best friend and yet said friend had been the one causing him to drown in so much pain. Adam had died alone because both of his ex wives had been with the fallen angel, there had been no one, just him. And now Lucifer decided to apologize? An apology wouldn't make up for the pain he had felt, his trust towards Lucifer had been broken and Adam had sworn himself to never trust him again.

You pushed Adam's wings out of the way to look at your boyfriend, his expression was cold and you immediately knew he was bottling up the sadness Lucifer's presence caused. Adam had never truly told you much about the devil, Eden or his human life in general. But you understood, it must have been hard for Adam, to be stuck in the place that he despised more than anything. Surrounded by the person that had ruined his life. You gently cupped his face and he seemed to relax at least a little.

Lucifer watched the both of you, watched carefully how Adam's tense body softened once your hands were onto his face, once your lips gently kissed his jaw. He tore his eyes away from the scene, he knew it wasn't healthy for him. It would only worsen his already unstable mental state. His heart was already being torn apart by razor sharp claws, he didn't need to sprinkle salt into the wound. He patted Charlie's shoulder gently, offered you a gentle smile as you looked at the devil apologetic. The fallen angel didn't blame you, he liked you actually. You had no fault in all of this, it had been his own very fault, he should have done better and maybe then he would be cuddling with Adam, but he hadn't done better, he had fucked up.

So now he had to live with the consequences.

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3 - A Sloan Date

Part 4

Feisty Coffee Girl

Running my fingers through my hair I chuckled nervously feeling my face turn red with the interns watching our interaction. “I guess I’m meeting you for the second time, Mark Sloan.”

My entire body had frozen at that moment. I reached into my pocket of my coat drawing out my phone. Scanning through my phone contacts I saw that the number had called me when I had picked up my daughter from school. “You've been blowing up my phone for almost two weeks.”

“I thought you would have called me back by now if you were interested and most people I’m with are typically interested when we first meet.” Mark responded to me shoving his hands inside his coat pockets.

Christina spoke up first behind us. “You know the Mark Sloan.”

“Not really. We only met one time when I worked at the coffee shop.” I corrected her statement before she assumed we had a long past together when we didn't.

Meredith raised a brow. “So how did you two meet?”

“He wanted a coffee and I gave him a scone recommendation. That was basically all.” I looked at the girl.

Izzie finally rounded the nurse desk grabbing me by the back of my jacket pushing me away from the coffee guy. “You listen here Mr. You stay away from her. She doesn't want anything to do with you!”

“Woah Iz dial it down a bit would ya. Nothing happened.” I pushed my way around her, not clear on what she was so pushy about. He was a guy that we were meeting for the first time. He couldn't wrong me from our first meeting.

Mark smiled at me, sending me a wink. “Don’t worry she'd have to let me take her on first before we could ever get serious.”

I felt my face turning red at his words and it only got deeper when our gaze locked onto the other. I didn't feel up to dating at the moment. I had my daughter to think about first and foremost before anybody else. “Mark, I'll at least take you up on your offer to buy me a drink.” I finally spoke towards the plastics surgeon.

“Y/n!” Izzie gasped in disgust.

Waving my hand at her I focused on Mark. “What time were you thinking or what time do you get off of work?”

“How about a quarter to never.” Izzir growled behind me.

Mark put his hands in the pockets of his dark pants. “I'd say around 7. Does that work for you?”

“That’s fine with me.” I replied back.

Someone cleared their throat behind him and we saw an older black guy standing before us. “Dr. Sloan can I see you in my office?”

“Sure chief. I'll see you tonight, feisty coffee girl.” Mark sent me a wink following him to his office on the next floor of the hospital.

Another doctor walks over to our group that had styled black hair and soft eyes that met in Meredith’s direction but says nothing for a few minutes. The man finally did say something to the group though. “So. Who’s the feisty coffee girl?”

“That would be me.” I raised my hand moving away from Izzie, extending my hand to the guy. “Y/n, Y/n Stevens .”

“Derek Shepherd. Nice to meet you. Uh I'm sorry but do you know the kid driving the wheelchair through the hospital?” Derek introduced himself before my eyes went wide, turning around on my feet.

I jumped backwards away from him when a wheelchair came running past us and I instantly saw my daughter being the one driving it through the hospital area. “Uh sorry but I have to go. I’ll see you later, Izzie. Eve!” Chasing after her it took me a good few minutes before I had caught up with her and we made our way home since I had to get ready for my date with a doctor.

“Why can’t I come with you?” Everly asked me eating her chicken bites that I had made for her in the oven.

Slipping on my tenna shoes I was standing in my bedroom with the door open so we could still talk. “Because where mommy is going tonight isn't a place for kids. Don't worry we will spend the whole day together tomorrow to make up for it.” I told my young child looking at myself in the mirror. I hadn’t been on a date in forever.

“I'll get it!” The doorbell rang with Everly opening it revealing Caroline who closed it behind her.

She sat her bag down searching for me. “Y/n, I want to see your outfit before the date tonight!”

“Does this look too simple? It feels too simple but we're just supposed to go out for drinks. I mean it isn't helping this is my first date since I had Eve basically but-” I was cut off with my best friend raising a hand.

She eyed my outfit, which was some ripped blue jeans and a light orange lace shirt that was short sleeved. I left my hair down where I had curled the ends of it to look slightly cuter. “You look cute and he clearly found you attractive in your work uniform so you shouldn’t have to worry.”

“Okay I’ll choose to believe you.” I smiled, calling my daughter over. “Everly!”

She ran over to me when I lowered myself down to a knee hugging her before I left for the evening. “Promise me that you will be super good for Caroline while I am gone.” She looped her pinky with mine and I did the same making our promise. The bar that we were meeting at was near my apartment building so I could just walk down there. Walking down a few different streets I entered the bar seeing Mark sitting at one of the bar tables.

“There’s my feisty coffee girl.” Mark smirked when I sat down on the barstool across from him sitting my bag on the edge of the table. His eyes scanned over me not dropping the smirk. “You look cuter than you did in your work uniform.”

I blushed, snorting out a laugh. “I would hope so, Dr. Sloan.”

“Dr. Sloan, you don’t gotta call me that when we aren’t in the hospital. We’re on a first name basis aren’t we?” Mark smiled with a waitress bringing over two shots of tequila.

Picking up the glass I corrected my last statement. “My bad, Mark. But if we’re on a first name basis, call me Y/n.” We both raised our shot glasses and downed the drink yet I scrunch my nose at the bitter taste not used to doing strong alcohol.

“You okay, Y/n?” Mark asked, seeing the reaction on my face.

Covering my face with my freehand sitting my glass down on the table. When I got pregnant with Eve I didn’t have my first real drink until the day she went to elementary school. “Sorry tequila ain’t my thing.”

“We can go for something lighter. I ain’t picky especially if we can meet up again.” He met my gaze, waving the waiter over to get some different shots for us. We had done about four or five different shots just talking about his job and my job.

I wasn’t sure if I could tell him about my daughter yet. Most of the time when I did guys pretty much didn’t call me back after the date or just left during the date. If it was just me and Eve for a few more years I’d be somewhat okay with that. “You really want a second date. I didn’t think a simple coffee shop girl would impress a plastic surgeon.”

“You’re not a simple coffee girl, Y/n.” Mark sat his glass down reaching for my freehand laying on the table intertwining his with mine. “There’s something about you that interests me.”

I blurted out the question feeling embarrassed the second I said it. “You aren’t just saying that so I’ll sleep with you?”

“I’ll prove it.” He responded quickly back.

A curious look crossed my face. “How ya gonna do that?”

“While we keep going out I won’t sleep with anyone else. I won’t even mention it unless you want me too. Does that seem fair?” Mark squeezing my hand waiting for my response.

Squeezing his hand in mine I agreed to the offer not knowing what I was getting myself and my daughter at some point into. “Sounds like an interesting challenge. I accept it.” The night ended with him walking me back to my building and nothing more.

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I’ll Follow Your Lead - Christmas Party

~Also on my Ao3 and Wattpad~

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 6

~Sorry it took me so long, I got busy with the end of the semester! Also I’m sorry if I messed up the Italian, I am not fluent so I used a translator which means it may be wrong~

Christmas Eve had fallen upon New York City bringing singing, cheer, and…crowds. Dorothea huffed a strand of hair away from her face as she sloppily wrote down a man’s order. Her hand was cramping from writing so much and her hair was a few good shakes away from coming undone. The café had never been busier. Dorothea was at her wit’s end running back and forth from the kitchen to the counter, to the tables, and back again. She was supposed to have help, but the other waitress never showed up.

    “Excuse me! I haven’t had my order taken yet!” A woman called from the other side of the dining room. Dorothea barely hid her grimace as she excused herself from the man she was helping. The woman rattled off a complicated order as soon as Dorothea was in good earshot. “And don’t forget to add the cinnamon on top,” the woman wagged her finger in Dorothea’s face and she fought every urge to bite it. Turning to prepare the multitude of orders she had sloppily written on her notepad, she paused. Jack was there. She had no idea how long he had been there, but there he was. However, what stopped her was not his presence but the fact that he had grabbed a notepad and a pencil and was taking people’s orders. As if feeling her stare at him, Jack looked up and smiled at her. Dorothea flashed a relieved smile before hurrying to the counter to start making orders. As she was making the orders she had taken, Jack came up to the counter and ripped the top piece of paper off of his notepad.

    “All right, I’ve got a few of the orders but some more people just came in so I’ll go grab their orders. You stay here and just make the food,” Jack said. He winked at Dorothea before turning around and heading for the new customers.

They worked in tandem – Dorothea making the orders and Jack serving the guests – until the café closed. Dorothea had closed earlier than normal for the holiday but to her, it wasn’t nearly early enough. Dorothea talked to the last customer as she showed them out the door. It was a young woman a little older than her who was new to the city. Dorothea was sharing some directions to the nearest, and most affordable hotel. Jack stood behind the counter, wiping down the equipment and putting dishes away. He watched as Dorothea kindly ushered the woman out and as the door finally closed her shoulders slumped down and she sighed loudly.

“Thank the stars that that’s over!” The girl said as she made her way back to the counter. She sat down on one of the stools and Jack walked around to join her.

“That was one hell of a crowd. You’d think people would be at home on Christmas Eve,” Jack said.

“Well, you would be wrong. If the place is open, people will come no matter what.” Dorothea reached up and tugged on the dark red ribbon keeping her dark curls out of her face, letting them fall down her back. Jack watched her closely and studied how she ran her hands clumsily through her tangled hair to try to tame it. He never knew her hair was that long – the full length of her back. He had always seen it messily pulled up with her ribbon.  

“Your hair-“

“Is a mess”

“Is beautiful, is what I was gonna say.”

Dorothea turned to face Jack with a surprised look on her face. Her hair had been up all day and was no doubt dented in the middle section from being held up by the ribbon and was definitely frizzy. She couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sure. Anyway, I’m certain you didn’t come here just to help me with the holiday crowd. At least not for free!” The girl got up from her spot and walked into the kitchen. After a moment she returned with a cinnamon bun and slid it in front of Jack. “Here ya go! And it’s on the house tonight.” She had said tonight but she had every intention of never letting him pay her for food ever again.

“Really?”

“Really. You earned it. I saw you dodge those particularly handsy old women earlier,” Dorothea feigned a serious face but only for a moment before bursting into laughter at Jack’s reddening face. He shook his head and sighed.

“The stuff of nightmares I tell you. I’ll be traumatized for life.”

“Oh, I am quite sure. That blonde one looked about ready to pounce!” Dorothea laughed again and this time Jack joined her. He picked up the sticky pastry in front of him and took a bite. He paused.

“This is delicious. More delicious than your other ones!” Jack spoke with his mouth full and Dorothea shook her head in disapproval but smiled at him anyway.

“It’s from my personal batch. But don’t go asking for seconds now because they’ll be plenty more at the Christmas party.”

    “Christmas party?”

    “Yes, and you’ll be coming with me,” Dorothea left no room for argument as she walked back into the kitchen. When she returns she’s carrying two large containers presumably holding the rest of the cinnamon buns.

    “Where is this party?” Jack was confused. Dorothea never mentioned a party in the weeks prior and he wasn’t sure he was prepared to go to some fancy event.

    “It’s at my friends’ restaurant downtown. Don’t worry though it’s very casual and there won’t be that many people there. It’s just some fun and free food so I thought maybe you’d enjoy it,” Dorothea explained as she tapped her finger on the lid of the top box. Her eyes didn’t meet his as she talked. She was worried that he didn’t want to go and she had already told Margarette that she would bring him – something she now regretted. Jack nodded and took another bite of his pastry.

    “Why didn’t you tell me before?” He didn’t sound angry, just curious.

    “Well, I wasn’t sure if you would want to come but I had already told them I’d bring you so…” Dorothea trailed off as she gently set the boxes on the counter beside her. Jack laughed and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

    “So you’re trapping me?”

    Dorothea scoffed, “Of course not!” she paused and handed him a napkin to wipe his hands and mouth on, “Well, I guess so. But it doesn’t matter now because you are going,” Dorothea nodded her head with finality and Jack narrowed his eyes at her. He knew he was going to go with her. She knew he was going to go with her. It was hardly a question as to whether he would do almost anything she asked but he wanted to have some fun anyway.

    “What if I had plans?”

    “Well, do you?”

    Silence followed for a moment as the two stared into each other’s eyes.

    “Give me one good reason why I should go,” Jack crossed his arms and leaned forward on the counter with a smirk.

    “Because I would be sad if you did not,” Dorothea said without hesitation. It was true. Not only would she have to tell her friends that he didn’t want to go but she would not be able to properly enjoy her evening knowing Jack wasn’t there.

    Jack laughed a little at her answer but when he noticed that Dorothea’s serious expression didn’t change, he stopped. Her brown eyes stared at him as she patiently waited for his final answer and Jack’s blue ones stared right back. “All right, when do we leave?”

      Dorothea watched as Angeline and Jack walked in front of her. The young girl had been asking Jack a million questions since Dorothea had brought him by the lodging house to get her for the party. Jack told Angeline stories about him that Dorothea had, of course, already heard and the young girl was hanging on his every word – absolutely smitten with the boy. Jack glanced over his shoulder at Dorothea and smiled as he continued his story. Dorothea smiled and looked away, pretending to be occupied by the pastry boxes in her hands. She felt her cheeks warm and cursed herself for not being about to control her blush.

    “Dory!” Angeline paused to allow Dorothea to catch up before linking arms with her. “Did you know that Jack is a really good artist?” Angeline wiggled her eyebrows at Dorothea and giggled. Dorothea looked at her in disapproval of her antics.

    “Did he tell you that himself?” Dorothea scoffed. Jack rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. “How humble of him to say about himself.”

    “Have you ever seen any of his drawings?”

    “No, because he is very rude to me and tells me I’m not allowed,” Dorothea said with the dramatics of a child. Jack’s mouth dropped open in shock as Dorothea pretended to wipe tears from her eyes.

    “That is not true! I was not rude!”

    “You absolutely were!” Dorothea argued back and stuck her tongue out at him. Jack gently pushed her shoulder and Dorothea gasped. “See? And now he’s putting his hands on me, the brute!”

    Angeline’s giggles bubbled from her lips as the two teens continued back and forth. The young redhead stood between them and linked arms with Jack as well. She liked Jack and most of all she liked how happy Dorothea was with Jack. In the two years Angeline had known the older girl she had not seen her tease and taunt anyone but her. Dorothea had been so serious before hardly any nonsense – all work. Now, Dorothea went out with Jack quite often and always came back to the house in a good mood. It made Angeline happy.

    Soon they arrived at the restaurant. The front entrance was closed but the inside was lit up and the smell of food wafted from a few of the open windows.

    “Follow me!” Dorothea said as she led the two down the alley and to the back entrance. The door to the kitchen was already open and Margarette could be seen hanging fresh pasta. The woman stops and quickly places everything down before greeting the trio at the door.

    “Ciao, miei cari!” She says as she holds her arms out to give hugs. She hugs Angeline tightly and then tells her to take Dorothea’s boxes and sit them on the counter. As Angeline walks away with the boxes, Margarette envelopes Dorothea in a tight embrace.

    “Merry Christmas, Margarette,” Dorothea greets before gently separating herself from the woman.

    “And this must be Jack!” Margarette smiled brightly and her eyes crinkled at the corners. Jack returned her smile and held his hand out to shake hers. The older woman laughs a bit and pulls Jack into a hug just like she gave the other two. “Dorothea, dear, you never said he was handsome!”

    “Margarette!” Dorothea hissed as she quickly walked past them. Jack stepped away and laughed.

    “What? He is and un uomo come lui non capita tutti i giorni, cara,” Margarette walked back to her pasta preparation and Dorothea’s face flushed. Jack watched her hastily set her cinnamon buns out on some trays she had found. He walked over to help and to ask what Margarette had said but before he could get the words out, Elmer entered the kitchen.

    “Dorothea, Angeline, my darlings!” Angeline rushed to greet the man with a hug and Dorothea smiled at him from her spot next to Jack.

    “Hello, Elmer! This is-“

    “Jack, of course! I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, dear boy,” Elmer walked over and extended a calloused hand for Jack to shake. Jack smiled and firmly shook the older man’s hand.

    “It’s nice to meet you, both of you,” Jack said looking to Elmer and then looking to Margarette.

    “Of course! We’ve heard a lot about you!”

    For what seemed like the thousandth time, Dorothea blushed and refused to meet Jack’s smug gaze.

    “Oh yeah? All good things, I hope,”

    “Oh, only the best.”

      The rest of the night was filled with a few other friends dropping by and raising glasses of sweet wine to toast the holiday. The band had come in and played some songs while the men, including Jack, played a few friendly games of poker.

    “Dorothea, he’s a doll!” Rita, one of the musician’s wives said. “How long have you known him?”

    “Only a couple of months, we are just friends,” Dorothea said. She looked over at Jack to find him with a half-smoked cigarette hanging from his lips and his blue eyes concentrated on his cards. The soft light of the restaurant offered him a golden glow that had Dorothea in a trance. Rita watched the girl stare then shared a look with Margarette, who had also seen Dorothea’s not-so-subtle glances.

    “Well don’t be so sure, sweets. I think there might be something else going on there,” Rita said.

    “What do you mean?” Dorothea finally broke her stare to look at the dark-haired woman beside her.

    Rita shrugged her shoulders, “I only mean to say that he seems to make you happy. Nothing more,” she said as she sipped her wine. Dorothea took a sip from her own cup and looked back at Jack who was already looking at her. They both looked away and Dorothea smiled.

    “He does. Make me happy, I mean. He’s been a good friend.”

    Jack quickly looked back at the cards in his hand when Dorothea’s eyes met his. He hadn’t been looking for that long but he had still felt caught.

    “So, Jack,” Elmer took a long drag from the cigar he held between his chubby fingers, “Where are you from? You don’t sound like you’re from around here.”

    “I’m from Chippewa Falls, in Wisconsin. I came here after my parents died,” Jack said as he played his turn.

    “Well, I’m sorry to hear about your folks. Since you’ve been so good to our Dorothea you just let us know if we can do anything for you, dear boy. A meal, a nice room, a job, you name it,” Elmer said as he gestured with his cigar. Jack raised his eyebrows in interest. He could use a steady job that wasn’t just selling his drawings. And, he thought, if he worked here he could see Dorothea more since she obviously comes here often.

    “What kind of job?”

      The party had begun to settle down and Dorothea was sitting on the floor by the large fireplace at the back of the dining room. The adults had been conversing lowly and saying their Irish goodbyes for the past 30 minutes and she didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye to Elmer and Margarette. Angeline had joined Dorothea a little while ago, complaining that she was ready for bed. Shortly after the young redhead had sat down, she had fallen asleep on Dorothea’s lap. The older girl gazed fondly at Angeline and gently stroked her hair out of her face.

    “Hey.”

    Dorothea looked up to find Jack taking a seat on the floor beside her. He had his sketchbook and tools in his hand and a cigarette hanging from his lips. He must have gotten another one Dorothea thought.

    “Hello. Did you enjoy the party?” Dorothea’s voice was just above a whisper so as to not wake the sleeping girl in her lap. Jack nodded and took a drag from his cigarette.

    “It was great! I had a lot of fun. It was nice to play poker for fun instead of for a living, ya know,”

    Dorothea laughed and Jack smiled brightly.

    “Yes, I’m sure it is. I am glad you had a good time. Everyone seems to like you, though I’m not surprised.”

    “Why is that?”

    Dorothea sighed and stared ahead into the fire, watching the flames dance across the logs. “There’s just something about you, Jack,” She paused and looked at him – brown eyes meeting blue ones, “You make it easy to like you,”

Dorothea was stuck. She had been staring for too long, she knew that, but she couldn’t look away from his sincere gaze. He couldn’t look away either. Something in the way the flames reflected in her eyes and made them turn a honeyed brown and the way the warmth had cast a rosy hue to her cheeks made it imperative for him to watch and study her. He knew this image of her would stay in his brain forever and that he would definitely capture it on paper later. In another room, they could both hear a clock chime twelve. It was Christmas Day.

“Merry Christmas, Jack.”

“Merry Christmas, Dorothea,”

    Both teens finally looked away from each other. Jack took a final drag from his cigarette, and Dorothea went back to softly playing with Angeline’s hair while watching the fire. Neither of them in a hurry to get up and both of them unaware of the small green sprig with red berries hanging above them.

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YOU WERE LIGHTING FLARES [1.3K | alternate universe| bmtb fic] {ao3}

a/n: she's hereee everybody!! i know we are generally losing our collective shit over promo and cast content-- but let me take you to another universe for just a moment. for @buddieau i know thigs didnt go as planned really, but without signing up for this i wouldnt have finished this and i love you both so much <3 both titles are from waking up slow by gabrielle aplin. this will be about 7 chapters i believe, all about this length each capturing a different moment in their relationship in this universe. enjoy <3

CHAPTER ONE: I COULD BE YOUR FRIEND Buck wasn’t one to often get deeply invested in their patients. He would connect with them deeply, leaving him emotionally wrought, but not in a way that was investment. 

Bobby had told him that their jobs stopped at the glass doors. Athena chewing him out. But it just had been something about how tiny the baby had been. Is. He had cradled her all the way to the hospital, feeling some sort of kindred spirit in her. 

He understands why they don’t go past the glass doors. He really does. There’s just something aching. 

“You know, I  have a friend up in the NICU. I could ask him about her?” Maddie offers over the takeout containers that Buck brought to the hospital with him after his shift. 

Buck just shrugs as he sips his coffee, “I don’t know Mads, Bobby made it pretty clear-“ 

“Well, what if you were to happen to be here, and happen on the floor… it’s 4 by the way," she smiles as her pager beeps and she takes a last gulp of coffee before taking off back to the ED, calling “See ya at home Ev!” Before she’s gone. And Buck is alone in the nurse break room. He pushes his last few bites of breakfast around in the container before eating them and throwing everything away and leaving the room, weighing the idea in his head. 

He stands in front of the bank of elevators trying to decide if he wants to go up or down. With a rush he pushes the up button before he can change his mind for a tenth time. 

He carefully follows the arrows and signs pointing him toward the NICU. He feels far too big and clumsy to be in this wing. Where fragile beings are just learning what it’s like to be in the world. Surrounded by such innocence. He didn’t quite fit in with his raucous and reckless life. 

He's finally standing in front of the window, carefully looking to see if he can see her. 

His eyes land on her in the incubator, and she seems even tinier than he remembers, even though it was only a few hours ago really. An eternity, and twice her lifetime for her and a blink of an eye for him. she has a hat now which settles something within the aching, but the myriad of wires and tubes add a new sense of worry. he’s never felt like this before. 

He just watches her chest rise and fall. Hands shoved in his jeans pockets. He still feels out of place, being six foot two, and all muscle. But there is a part of him that is truly and fully invested in everything about her. Wants to make sure that she finds her people, that she’s happy and loved. That she has someone to love her like Maddie loved him. 

The nurse comes by to check her vitals and Buck watches him closely, knowing the nurse can do his job but wants to see if he can read his expression as he checks her over. He catches Buck watching and after he makes some final notes on her chart, he exits the room and comes face to face with Buck. 

His arms are crossed, the sleeves of his soft gray shirt pushed up his forearms underneath his light purple scrub top. The tiny stethoscope hanging around his neck, a tiny monkey holding tight.

“Are you her father?” he questions, skepticism already lacing every word. 

And Buck nearly jumps out of his skin even though he saw the other man coming and even suspected that he woul be spoken to. That question wasn’t what he expected. The notion of it even, “Oh god no! I- I’m just-“ 

The nurse’s right eyebrow starts expertly climbing his brow as Buck stumbles.  

“I'm um, I'm a firefighter-'' he shucks the left side of his jacket a little to reveal the emblem, “I’m on the team that brought her in yesterday?” Buck tries, “I’m the one who held her all the way here.” 

The nurse softens, “And my sister, she- she’s the one who said it would be okay for me to come by- Maddie, she’s a nurse down in the ED-  I’ll leave if it’s not, I have pretty much gotten what I came for anyway, I am so sorry.” Buck rambles, fidgeting and looking over his shoulder. 

The nurse starts smiling, and Buck had never seen anything like it. 

“You’re Evan!” There’s a sparkle in his eye that could rival stars in rural Montana. 

A blush creeps across his cheeks, “You know Maddie,” he states, ducking his head and digging a toe into the linoleum. 

“I'm Eddie by the way, I'm guessing she’s never mentioned me by name?” 

“No,” he shakes his head, but then snaps his fingers, “but she did mention a NICU nurse friend!” 

Eddie laughs again resting his hands on his hips casually. 

“She’s tried to convince me to let her give me her cute firefighter brother’s number, I don’t know how many times.” 

“You can have it if you want,” Buck blurts, then covers his mouth, “Oh my god I’m sorry.” 

“It's okay.” Eddie runs a hand over the back of his neck, “You can have it. I just- I’m not ready to date yet?” 

“You can call me Buck by the way, Maddie’s the only one that calls me Evan. Well she does and my parents but-“ 

“We don’t talk about the parents,” Eddie says in the same tone that Maddie does and Buck laughs. It all feels like a breath of fresh air after the shift he had. 

It feels like Eddie is waiting for Buck to deny him something because of what he said, but Buck just takes his phone from his back pocket, opens a new contact and holds it out to him. Eddie smiles a little as he carefully takes it and enters the number. 

“Text me so I have yours okay? I gotta get back in there.” 

“I will. Bye!” 

“Bye Evan.” 

He looks into the nursery again just to make sure her chest is still rising and falling steadily and waves at Eddie one more time before rocking on his heels, and smiling like an idiot all the way to the elevators. 

Maddie is barely in the door before Buck launches into a rant, “Maddie how could you not tell me you’re “NICU nurse friend” is possibly the hottest man I  have ever seen but you have also offered him my number, on more than one occasion, unbeknownst to me. You had ulterior motives!” 

“So I see you met Eddie,” she says, dropping her bag on the floor and toeing off her shoes. “He needed it to be on his terms, or at least think it was.” 

“Yeah, he uh mentioned not being ready to date, what’s that all about?” 

“Not my story to tell. but I hear you have his  number so you can ask him yourself.” she just grins and opens the fridge to grab a glass of juice before she crawls into bed. 

Buck is laying in bed staring at the ceiling when his phone buzzes;

From: Eddie 🩺 Hi. 

A blush creeps across his cheeks and he smiles. He quickly schools himself because he just met the man. But there had been something about him that made Buck want to crawl into a warm bubble and live there with him.

To : eddie 🩺

shouldn’t you be sleeping 🤨

From : eddie 🩺

Couldn’t you say the same for yourself?

To: eddie 🩺

Oh no

R u someone that like uses actual grammar while texting

From: Eddie 🩺

Is that an actual question?

To: Eddie 🩺

Uhh yeah

From : Eddie 🩺

Yes. And if only there was punctuation for you to indicate that you were asking me a question…

To: Eddie 🩺

Oh. my. God. 🙄

good night

#911 #buddie #buddieau #eddie diaz #evan buckley #bmtb fic #aj writes stuff #usermoonlight #userbuckleyhans #tuserksn #tusercourty #userceecee #useroliii #useryb #userweres

[uupdirector]

The Eve Cometh Again

"Another day, another Christmas" is what I would be saying if I hadn't been doing all I could to bring my life to a point where I'm not only working hard at bringing the best possible life for myself, but also slowly but surely regaining the love I had for all the hobbies that kept me sound enough to enjoy said life. It's been a long journey to reach this point, and while I'm still fairly nervous about what the future beholds, I'm not going to let that hold me back on reaching the goals I have laid out for me. There's far more excitement than anxiousness, and sometimes I have to tell myself that so I don't end up getting pulled back into the gutter, but it's because of that excitement that I'm fairly happy this Christmastime.

I have something big planned not just for myself, but to everyone that's continued to see my journey and enjoy all the stories and goofs I've had to share. But today, I want to take the time to provide some letter-like notes to a few of my closest friends that have continued to help me smile over the years.

Let's start with my chums from the Joy Charged Gamerz Crew - first of all, sorry again for not being active on the channel this year xD I know the channel is meant to be more laid back and should only be obliged when we feel comfortable enough to do so. It doesn't change the fact that even now, I'm forever thankful to have been granted the opportunity to not only help and see the channel grow, but also create some fantastic memories with great friends. With the new year on the horizon, I hope we get the chance to create some more memories, and since I've been taking some time to play more games again, I hope that this spark will give me the chance to continue charging others with joy. Merry Christmas, lads, and love ya'll 💛

To many of the new friends that I've had the joy of hanging with a TON this year - @soybeanzoffical, @onyxcolonyart, Slime Guy/mrmendezgamer1, Rambles, Namor, @sparxsiris, Nate, @rubyshimmer0x, and many others, thank you all for being a supportive bunch of lads. Even though we've had a lot of bullying escapades in the past year, I can look back and get a little chuckle out of 'em x3 Much love to ya'll, and here's to another year of my dumbass shenanigans! Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays, buds :'3 🩷

To one of my good buds in animation, TheInvertedShadow (@asktheshadows), I know we've not spent as much time together, and we've both been going through our own fair share of down moments, but I just wanna leave another reminder for ya; you are always loved and cared for by thousands - if not millions of people, and as one of them, I'm glad to have seen your talent grow since I first laid eyes on your EoI video 10 years back. And if I knew we were going to be a chaotic duo of friendship back then, I'd probably call myself crazy xD But to be serious - you've always been such a supportive friend since we first spoke together back in 2016, and for that, I can't thank you enough, and I'm happy to call ya one of my best friends. Thank you so much for all the great memories, and here's to many more in the future - we both got a lot ahead of us, for sure ;) Merry Christmas, lad ❤️

And speaking of which, to another one of my best buds; Will Ryan (DAGames). Man - what a year it's been, hasn't it? Since the start, you've been constantly moving yourself up higher and higher, and being along with ya for the ride has been nothing short of a blast. I'm legitimately proud of you for all the accomplishments you've made - from the release of HOAA:R (btw to everyone else, bls stream Castle that Burns, kthxbai xD ), the launch of Solitude: Subject Placement, and all the conventions you attended. On that note, it was fucking amazing to be able to see ya again at MomoCon this year, and not just for a day, at that! The experience itself was already amazing as it was, but to be able to hang out with you, the crew, and some of our other friends was probably one of the best memories from this year. I still get choked up thinking back to the concert when Living Life Without The Cord and Gold: SSD played, and I'm so happy that it turned out so well. I know the year hasn't come without it's downsides either, but the fact you persevered regardless and brought some great times with it is something you can't knock. On that note, I also have my own share of thanks to give. I'm wholeheartedly grateful of all the support you've given me during the production of Scarlet Combine leading up to the launch of Storm Before The Calm. To be in a similar pair of shoes that you've worn, it's given me some semblance to the feelings and experiences you've had when you first released HOAA. It can't entirely be compared - that much I know, but to have made something of this calibur has shown me that the work of an artist of any kind isn't to be taken lightly, and while I too wish there were things I could have done better with my album, it doesn't change the fact that I'm proud to have made it possible regardless, and I have you to thank as one of my pillars of inspiration. And even though we may not have had the same experiences with our projects, one thing I can say is that it's helped me understand enough to have your back even more than I have before. It may be difficult to push out the negative thoughts that came from releasing Resurrection, but once you understand the obstacles in your Pursuit of Hope are meant to guide you to the joy you're seeking, it all comes slightly more naturally. I haven't given up on my own pursuit, so don't give up on yours. Thank you for everything, Will, and I love ya to fuckin bits. Merry Christmas, bud 💚

Now, to all the fans that have kept up with my bullshit for so long (sorry by the way xD ), thank you all for being so supportive and patient with me as I work towards the new year - a lot has been on my mind during this long break, and thankfully I'm pushing ever closer to a brighter end where I can be happy with the things I've enjoyed doing for years. There's a lot to look forward to, and I can't wait to talk about some of it when the Resolution of 2024 rolls in on January 15th. I love you all, and I hope you all enjoy the holiday season leading up to the new year.💙

And finally, I have one last person I'd like to speak to; my love, @aspennightray (Shut up, I know it's gay xDD). Words can't express how happy I am to have you in my life. I know this year has had it's struggles for the both of us, and I know that my dumbassery has caused its fair share of frustration with you in fixing some of those things, but this year has also brought some great memories as well. When we first met face-to-face for MomoCon, it was admittedly weird to continue from there like it was just another Discord call, but if anything, it helped make the transition to our time spent in the following 2 weeks all the more comfortable. I won't beat around the bush, but that was by far the best time of my life in such a long while, and has made me confident enough that you are the one I want to be with. While there's been quite a few potholes making the journey to that point fairly difficult, I still haven't given up yet, and I don't plan to anytime soon. You've done so much for me in the past year we've been together for, and while I know many of them were things I could have done myself or many other friends could have done for me, but I suppose it just has more meaning to me knowing it comes from you, especially with how much it's helped me get off my ass and take care of myself. Despite the tail end of this year feeling a bit off for a multitude of reasons, none of that overshadows the fact that it's been an amazing one, and i can't thank you enough for it. I also can't thank you enough for all you've done to bring my ideas to life - no matter how beautiful they've turned out (and they certainly ARE beautiful <3 ), none of that matters as much as the fact that you made it possible. Sure, they may have been "jobs" at the end of the day, but your fascination, interest, and support for Scarlet Combine has been a core spark in ensuring that I completed it, and that means so much to me. Despite the jokes, bullying, and a few moments of irritation, I know you've always believed in my ability to create this new world of mine, and though it will take a good while before I continue it again, I'm excited for what we'll do with it together. Thank you so much for everything, hon, and I hope this Christmas turns out well for you. Even if it doesn't, know that I'll still be here to help make it just a little bit brighter. I love you so much 💜

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and here's to an even Happier New Year to you all 🎄

#director brian #christmas #christmas eve #letters #Thank you all for an amazing year <3

[rrain-writes]

Rain's LU Febuwhump: Day 3

"Bite down on this.": Legend

Warnings: Blood, Injury, Poison, Barb-tipped arrow, Unawareness of surroundings.

Art

Legend cursed. The stray arrow stuck out of his arm, shooting pain all the way down to where he gripped his sword.

It hurt like a bitch. Not that he’d ever admit it.

“-end? Legend?” Was someone calling his name? He didn’t remember the battle ending. Or sitting down. Or-

“Legend!” Oh yeah. People calling for him.

“Mhm?”

“Oh thank the goddesses. How are you feeling?”

His arm decided to remind him of its existence. Legend groaned.

“Just peachy. Ev’ything great.”

The person in front of him suddenly came into focus.

“Oh, hey Rulie. Watcha doin’.”

Hyrule seemed to be having a conversation with someone just out of view.

“I looks like a barbed tip arrow. It seems to be covered in some kind of poison too.”

Legend looked at the arm Hyrule was referring to.

“Man, I was wondering why my arm was sore.”

Someone sighed, and Hyrule pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Ok. Legend, I’m need to get this out of your arm before I give you a potion, alright?”

Legend nodded woozily. “Wha’ever ya say.”

Legend eyes stopped taking in what was going on around him as Hyrule carefully snapped the shaft of the arrow. Was his brain meant to feel this fuzzy?

“Hey, don’t go falling asleep.”

Falling asleep sounded like a pretty good idea. The ground seemed pretty comfortable… oh. Someone was holding something in front of his face.

“This is going to hurt Legend. I need to cut the arrow out of your arm.”

“Hmm.”

“Just,” the person in front of his groaned, looking a bit sick. “Bite down on this, ok?”

Legend didn’t feel like arguing right now, and the person seemed to know what they were doing, so he took whatever was in front of his face between his teeth.

Good thing he did, because it hurt. Actually, it hurt a lot. He was probably going to break his teeth biting down on the strap in his mouth.

Legend tried jerking his arm away from whatever was causing him pain, but it there was just more pain. Great.

It seemed that someone was trying to cut his arm open. Looking at said arm, there was blood leaking over a wound caused by something stuck in his arm, the skin around it being cut away by delicate fingers was also covered in blood.

Oh yeah. There was an arrow in his arm.

“Son of a one eyed goddess.” Legend swore around the strap. Except he couldn’t talk that well, so it sounded more like: “Shun ev a wu eye go’ess.”

Legend didn’t think it made a difference. His companions probably knew what he meant.

After agonising hours (It probably wasn’t that long), the knife was finally out of sight. Now could he have potion please?

Guess not. Legend had forgotten the head of the arrow was still in his arm.

When it was yanked out, his screech of pain and surprise (which, to someone walking by, probably sounded like a feral cat being waterboarded) caused the strap to fall out of his mouth, and his eyes (which yes, had been watering) to betray him and spill tears.

Someone was murmuring reassurances close to his ear, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“Hurts.” He croaked out.

Hyrule came into focus again in front of him, hands covered in blood as he held a bottle to Legends lips.

“Here, drink this. It will be ok.”

The potion tasted familiar, but the smell of blood was strong and seemed to cancel out the nostalgic taste.

“It’ll be ok Ledge.” Someone new said. “Just sleep.”

And he did.

#fan fiction #linked universe #lu #legend #lu legend #bite down on this #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday3 #whump #blood #injury #poison #barb-tipped arrow #Rain's LU Febuwhump

[angelicizedeve]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

featuring: itto x gn!reader

synopsis: you start working at a new flower shop and love it more than you should

✎ eve’s notes: so...i've never really done a fanfic that's in this style, as in, it's like a story. i usually do bullet points and drabbles but not this time! so hopefully it's decent lmao. btw i probably have some grammatical errors-

you peered at yourself in the slightly dirty glass of the flower shop one last time, making sure that you looked good. the flower shop was quite popular, and was owned by a friendly young man. he was really kind during the interview when you applied, so you weren't too nervous. you smoothed your skirt down, and with a deep breath, you pushed open the door to the shop.

you’d been there many times, but still, it never failed to amaze you in how magical it looked. stained-glass windows lined the walls, casting rainbows on the many plants on shelves everywhere. butterfly cutouts hung from the ceiling, along with flowering vines. it was like a fairy oasis. “hey, you must be [name]!” you heard a cheerful and loud voice exclaim. your eyes were met with a tall, muscular man with long, fluffy grey-white hair tied back. he wore a colourful apron with a bunch of pins and a name tag that read, “itto!” with a smiley face. you smiled. 

“yup! that’s me.”

“great! so, come with me and i’ll get you set up.”

you followed your superior, and he handed you an identical apron and explained what you had to do. your main job was cashier, but you’d also have to water some of the plants and put some sprouts into planters. easy enough!

throughout the day, itto and you worked amazingly well together. you two had fun conversations as you did your work, and itto introduced you to each customer. he knew all of them on a first name basis and what their favourite flowers were. you were amazed at how it seemed as if he was close friends with every single one of them. it was something you’d try to work on throughout your time working at the shop.

itto glanced up from a pile of paperwork he was filling out, seeing you walking out of the store. you’d completed your first shift there, and probably had had the most fun possible on a job.

“oh, [name]! wait up!”

itto walked around the counter and handed you a white rose. “here,” he said with a big smile.

“aw, thanks!” you said, admiring the flower. 

“haha, no problem. and, uh, thanks for...actually showing up today.” itto rubbed the back of his neck. “you have no idea how many people i hire that don’t even bother to come to their shifts. it’s hard, managing a whole store on your own, ya know?”

you gave a soft, sympathetic smile. “yeah, must be hard. but i’m always here if you need me to help you with stuff.” and with that, you headed home. 

after your amazing first shift, you eagerly accepted every other one that itto asked you to work. unlike it is for most people, work was the highlight of your day. you were surrounded by sweet customers, fragrant flowers, and the best co-worker. speaking of your coworker, itto never failed to give you a flower at the end of your shift. sometimes if you had an extra busy week, he’d throw in some snacks. you thought it was the sweetest thing ever, and always made sure to thank him &lt;3. 

eventually, your birthday rolled around. you expected a simple “happy birthday”, but itto surprised you by inviting you to dinner with him! how sweet, right? it was just such a kind gesture.

a very..kind..gesture.

it-

no it couldn’t be..

was itto asking you out on a date?

the thought put butterflies in your stomach and made your face grow warm. you knew that you probably were just going crazy, but still. you put on a fancy outfit, did your hair nice, and then hurried over to the restaurant. you were completely surprised to find itto standing outside, well dressed and a beautiful flower bouquet in hand.

“oh! [name]! i was thinking you wouldn’t show up!” he said with a nervous laugh. “these are for you.” itto handed you a gorgeous bunch of white roses, just like the one he gave you on your first day.

“oh! thank you so much!”

itto smiled, and opened the door to the restaurant for you. “shall we?”

the dinner went better than you imagined! you had a blast talking and laughing with your coworker. when you arrived home, which was quite late at night, you took the flowers out of the wrapping to put into a vase of water.

hm, that’s strange. there’s a note…

“so i did some research, and apparently roses represent love, so i got a bouquet of them since that’s what i feel about you.

-itto <;3”

you blinked at the words messily written on the small piece of paper, reading them over and over again. it was a dream come true. 

#writing.by.eve.ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚ #arataki itto #arataki itto x reader #arataki itto x female reader #arataki itto x male reader #arataki itto x gender neutral reader #itto x female reader #itto x male reader #itto x gn reader #itto fluff #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x gn reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x male reader #modern au #fluff

[thisislizheather]

December Dalliances 2022

Above Photo: Christmas Eve view, December 2022

You can find my favourite tweets of the month over here and here. (I also made a list of my very favourite Christmas tweets.)

I recapped my autumn list of things to do and made a new seasonal list of things I’d like to do this winter.

I compiled my favourite photos of 2022.

I finally wrote about my trip to Las Vegas from back in September.

I read and reviewed Dave Grohl’s memoir.

I went to the newly opened (and fantastic) Museum of Broadway, and I’ll write a bigger post about it this week.

I got a seasonal latte at Elevenses Cafe in Astoria and it was very cute, I’d go again.

I have fallen in love with The Body Shop’s new scent Wild Pine. I’m fearful that it may be a seasonal scent, so I’ve already stocked up.

I ate at Soothr and it was so, so good. Love a new thai place.

Above Photo: Paul at Soothr, NYC

Some things I watched this month:

The Santa Clauses (the new Tim Allen show): Ugh, it was terrible. Maybe I’m not the audience it’s supposed to be for, but still - just a stinkfest.

Jack Frost: I love Michael Keaton, but I just couldn’t get past the first half hour. It’s way too sad.

The Crown (seasons 3-5): Loved the season three Wales episode. The moon landing one was also perfect. It’s a great show, but extremely depressing if you’re binging it over a short period of time.

Pepsi, Where’s My Jet?: God, I hated it. Netflix has this annoying habit of making documentary series out of things that could easily be 40 minutes long and it is obnoxious as hell. You do not need to watch this. Read the Wikipedia page about it instead, you’ll save yourself so much wasted time.

I was looking up trivia for the movie Scrooged and learned that the childhood house in the movie is a real place in Queens! So obviously I walked over to see it in person. Insanity that it hasn’t changed after all of this time.

Above Photo: Frank Cross’ childhood home from Scrooged (1988) in Queens, New York

I won a lottery ticket to see A Christmas Carol on Broadway and… YIKES. I can’t describe how bad it was. First of all, IT WAS A ONE MAN SHOW. And I didn’t know that beforehand, so yes that’s my fault. But oh my god, it was agony.

Above Photo: A Christmas Carol on Broadway in New York, December 2022

Are we all aware of how garbage the brand Silani is? I tried it for the first time and lord was it bad. Never again. Spend the extra dollar and eat something edible.

I watched the final World Cup game with my parents and I’m glad France lost, give others a chance to win too, ya know?

Above Photo: World Cup final with my parents, December 2022

I will never be above latte art.

Above Photo: Latte art from San Remo’s in Etobicoke, Ontario

I went to Bell, Book & Candle for some Christmas themed drinks and it was great. Love a divey, but good bar.

Above Photo: With Irene at Bell, Book & Candle, NYC

Is it even Christmas if I don’t make Nutella stuffed chocolate chip cookies? I also made a few batches of Alison Roman’s amazing chocolate chunk shortbread cookies that were a big hit.

Above Photo: The Nutella stuffed chocolate chip cookies from Ambitious Kitchen

Obviously I went to my parent’s house for Christmas and it was exactly what I wanted & needed.

Above Photo: My nephews watching Jingle All The Way, December 2022

Above Photo: My mom’s Christmas window can’t be beat

Above Photo: Christmas Day, December 2022

Above Photo: Our Christmas tree

Above Photo: Snowfall before Christmas is everything to me

Went ice skating for the first time in twenty years and it was great. Think I’m gonna buy some skates and make this a yearly thing.

Above Photo: Ice skating at Celebration Square in Mississauga, Ontario

Jackbox and Nintendo Switch games remain the perfect family activity around the holidays.

Above Photo: The game Use Your Words on Nintendo Switch

Above Photo: The game Use Your Words on Nintendo Switch

My mom and I saw a wild fox in her backyard and it. was. incredible. It was just playing in the snow and I can’t believe we got to see him/her.

Winter skies might be the best skies.

Above Photo: December 2022

Above Photo: If only I could bottle this kind of blue and keep it in my pocket

I made the Christmas tree spinach and artichoke dip and it was a hit. It did not look pretty, but the flavours were great.

I also made a leftover turkey sandwich with STUFFING WAFFLES and it was so, so good. Again it photographed rough, but tasted incredible. I used this recipe to make the waffles. Definitely have to do this again.

The main reason to go to the Union Square Holiday Market? Duck confit poutine at Duck Season. It’s honestly a better poutine than some Canadian places.

Above Photo: Duck confit poutine at Duck Season in NYC

I fell absolutely in love with the newest Bob’s Burgers Christmas episode, The Plight Before Christmas.

Crate & Barrel continues to have the cutest fabric Christmas ornaments.

Above Photo: Harry Potter-looking cat ornament at Crate & Barrel

Above Photo: Fabric snowman ornament at Crate & Barrel

Trader Joe’s had Christmas wreaths this year, so I got one and it was perfect. It makes me feel so together to have a wreath on my door. I still have it up. I don’t want to say goodbye.

Above Photo: Christmas wreath from Trader Joe’s

I went to see Noah Baumbach talk about his new movie White Noise at a NYPL event and it was very all right. I wish he’d talked more about older movies of his that I’ve loved, but I guess it makes sense that he didn’t since he was promoting this one.

Above Photo: Noah Baumbach speaking at an NYPL event promoting White Noise, December 2022

The candy cane cold brew from Blank Street? Unparalleled.

One of my favourite things to do in December in New York is to walk around the city looking at the holiday lights and listen to that Darlene Love song on repeat.

Above Photo: The Rockefeller Christmas Tree, December 2022

Above Photo: Saks holiday lights, December 2022

Above Photo: Macy’s holiday decorations, December 2022

Above Photo: Holiday taxi display on Fifth Avenue, December 2022

I went to Essex Market to see their Gingerbread Village display, which was cute but I wish it was bigger. And since I was there, I took a look at the sandwich menu at Shopsin’s and holy christ I need to go back.

Above Photo: Gingerbread Village at Essex Market in NYC, December 2022

Nothing better than a Boxing Day puzzle.

Above Photo: Boxing Day, December 2022

Some things that I’m looking forward to this month: I’m going to get real dressed up and go see Moulin Rouge on Broadway with my friend Diana, I’m excited about seeing the Restaurant Week menus for this season, I’m going to start using this first-of-the-month checklist again, Classpass is doing a free monthly promotion right now so I’ll keep doing that until it starts charging again, and I really can’t wait to make this lasagna soup.

Above Photo: The Heathers 2022

If you have any interest in the other monthly roundups of 2022, they can be found here: November 2022, October 2022, September 2022, August 2022, July 2022, June 2022, May 2022, April 2022, March 2022, February 2022 & January 2022.

Above Photo: Baby Dog, December 2022

#December 2022 #this is liz heather #Christmas #Liz Heather #monthly roundup #Christmas NYC #Christmas New York City

[darkdansdarkestdays]

"Yes, sweetie. Just hear me out, okay? I PROMISE! I SWEAR to you that your fears are entirely unfounded. From now on, I will degrade the shit out of you, I promise. Love? SHHEEEEITT, I am not even going acknowledge your humanity. I will never again kiss you. First of all, it shows too much actual affection, but also your mouth is going to constantly taste like my butthole. There will be constant alternating between viscious, maniacal ravaging of your pushy, mouth, and asshole. I read somewhere that this is actually dangerous and can spread infection, or something, but this sounds like a "you" problem. You will be my proxy for a deep-seated hatred of women, which means that measures will have to constantly be taken to ensure that your body's natural tendency to find sex pleasurable be counter-acted, cuz you feeling any sort of pleasure, frankly, just doesn't fuckin' work for me....I'd LIKE to perform one of those crude circumcision procedures still a thing in many Muslim countries....now, those dudes have shit figured the fuck out. You shouldn't be able to show your face here, either....and, if you get raped, don't waste law enforcement time with your female sob story, cuz their highly evolved justice system has correctly concluded that it was YOUR fuckin' fault. Now, unfortunately, treating you in this manner would land me in prison in this godless hell hole of a nation, so, forced circumcision is out. The nerves in your clitoris and elsewhere will stay,undeservedly. intact....so, we have to counter act them. Lit cigarettes, blowtorches,whips and chains (think you enjoy shit like that, huh? Lol....yeah, we'll see about that, won't we?) What I have noticed after years spent fulfilling my Divine Assignment of reminding the earth of women's rightful place on the hierarchy, which is to say, well below men. Y'all ARE still in the too 3 cuz chimpanzees are closing the gap quickly and dogs have already surpassed you. Remember Adam and Eve? The fall of man? Who ate the fuckin' fruit first? Yep, it sure was your ancestor. And, as everyone knows, it wasn't really about a fuckin' fruit, so....the only fruit in that story was Adam after he decided that he just HAD to follow the lead of his whore wife. Good plan, dipshit! Well, we have learned a thing or two since then, thankfully....so, we realize that, in order to make the experience of sex sadistically euphoric for us, but ultra traumatic to the point of imprisoning via manipulation of your own, horribly flawed sexusl devices, we cannot focus exclusively on the physical aspect of this equation. We need to assault your psyche, as well....and don't think that pulling your hair, while calling you names like "bitch" and "whore" then throwing in an occasional insult concerning your mother is gonna be the end of it....I proudly work on the cutting edge of this exciting new field and I am here to let you know that we have advanced much further than this stone age shit...fuckin' Gloria Steinem would probably ask for the occasional accusation of "slut" while being railed by some fuckin' black bull as her cuck husband strokes his pathetic little Peter nearby. We don't deal in vague bullshit here, woman. We tailor each verbal assassination attempt to the individual....that's right, we have investigated every inch of your past and uncovered your darkest secrets....these will now be weaponized by the best dark psychology experts on earth. I don't want to give too much away here, but can gloat about a referral last week who was, to be blunt, thinking she was hot fuckin' shit.....so, we solved that problem by actually treating her well until roughly, 3/4 of the way through the encounter, at which point, I made reference to a past jncident concerning her sisters husband, a bunch of quaaludes, and subsequent suicides of her mother and sister...wiped that smart ass grin off her face pretty quickly, I tell ya....so, it's just like anything else, if some degradation and subordination is good....more is absolutely better, and you are in line for the royal fucking treatment. Get excited!

Something like that, perhaps?lol

[teddyeyeseddie]

A New Set of Eyes: Chapter 1

Pairing:Mechanic! Dean x Reader 

WC: 1,621

Warnings: None (will change as series progresses)

A/N: This is my first time ever posting anything I’ve written. I don’t know anyone in the SPN community so this is completely unbetad. I love getting lost in writing and have so many WIPs that I want to get out and ideas that I’m itching to write. I hope you all like this and if anyone wants to offer any help, I’d love you forever!

That taste 

All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Just too dumb to surrender

She shakes Like a mornin railway checking me out

Someone on her shoulder

“Charles listen, I gotta go. They’re calling me up into the Bay.” Y/N huffed out as she threw her car into drive. “Just- think about it okay? You can’t mope over this forever.” Her friend let out, concern lacing her voice. She let out a huff and hung up her phone, rolling down her window as a crotchety old man approached the driver side door. “Whaddya need.” He huffed out leaning up against her car.

“Bobby! I got this one, go take a break. And for Pete’s sake stop trying to scare away these poor girls, lookin at you is already scary enough.” Looking past the older man, a younger, much more handsome man approached. His blue coveralls pulled down around his waist, revealing a grease stained white t-shirt that stretched across his chest in a way that Y/N could only describe as obscene.

Bobby turned on his heels and sauntered away to a room labeled as “Employees Only”. The man reached Y/N’s car quickly and bent at the waist, coming down to her level.

“What are we doin’ for ya today sweetheart?” Y/N looked up at the man, admiring the way the crinkles around his eyes moved as he smiled, wishing she could sit there all day and map out the freckles that danced across his face. 

“Uh- an oil change.” The man nodded his head and stood up.

 “Do you mind if I open your door so I can scan you in and show you to our waiting area?” Y/N nodded, quickly gathering her purse and phone.

The man opened her door and offered his hand, helping her out of the car. “Watch your step, there's no telling what these degenerates leave lying around. I’m pretty sure they’re in the breakroom right now staging a mutiny.”

 Y/N let out a chuckle, looking up at the man. “Well you are making them work on New Year’s Eve..” 

The man's lips turned up into a grin, “Says the one getting their oil changed on New Year’s Eve. ‘sides we’re closing up at 3. More than enough time for them to start drinking.”

Y/N followed closely behind the man, walking through the door he was holding open for her with his boot. The door closed softly behind them as the man shuffled behind Y/N, his hand lightly brushing against her back as he made his way towards the counter.

“Alright- is it gonna be conventional or synthetic?” The man asked as he typed away on the computer in front of him.

 Y/N cocked her head to the side, “What?” The man looked up from the screen, an amused look on his face.  

“Like, do you want conventional oil or synthetic oil? Conventional is usually cheaper.” Y/N still had no idea what the correct answer was, feeling stupid that she didnt come prepared. 

“To be honest, I’ve never taken my car in for an oil change. Dad always used to change it at home. Then once his hands got too crooked to work on cars, my boyfriend would take it to get changed.” The man nodded his head and looked back down at his computer.

 “Well I’m 99% sure you probably used conventional last time, but uh has your boyfriend ever brought it to us before? I could look him up and see if he has an account with us. That way we can see what we used last time.” Dread settled in the pit of Y/N’s stomach as she replied, “Yeah he usually brought it here, it should be under the last name Scottsman.” The man raised his eyebrows, 

“Landed you a Scottsman eh?” flashing her a sarcastic grin.

“Well we service Ethan and Troy’s cars so which one is the lucky guy?” Y/N fiddled with the hem of her coat, “Troy- he was.” The man cocked his head to the side this time, his turn to be confused. “Was lucky. We uh, broke up a few months back.” 

The expression on the mechanic's face softened as he pulled up her Exes account, “Shit, I'm sorry darlin.” She flashed him the softest smile she could muster up, endeared by the way “darlin” rolled so smoothly off his tongue. “No worries.”

“Jo!” The mechanic's voice boomed, snapping Y/N out of the trance she found herself stuck in as he looked through Troy’s account.

 Sue her okay? It was bad enough the man’s legs and ass filled out his coveralls so well. Could it bother him to use a stool or something? Anything to stop him from leaning over the counter, his backside pushed out. The way his forearms flexed as he rifled through papers, how quickly his fingers moved over the keyboard of the computer in front of him. All of it sending Y/N’s mind to a place it definitely should not be going. She doesn’t even know his name for Christ's sake.

The man straightened up letting out an annoyed huff as he went to yell again for whoever he needed, “Harve-” He was cut off by a blonde woman rounding the corner, “I’m right here De, there is no reason to be yelling so damn loud. What do you want?” 

The man, (De? Is that what she called him?) rolled his eyes and handed over some paperwork to the woman. “I gotta get started on Miss-” This time he cut himself off, looking at you with a glimpse of wonder on his face. 

“Y/N, Y/N Y/LN” He smiled at her, those crinkles she had already grown fond of in just a short 10 minutes, back on full display, making Y/N weak in the knees. “I gotta get started on Miss Y/N’s car so I can get this pretty lady sent on her way. Can you handle finishing this all up?” The blonde woman nodded, “Sure thing boss.”

De flashed her a quick smile and began pulling his coveralls back up over his torso, sticking his arms back in the sleeves which made the already tight t-shirt even tighter across his broad chest. The thin material stretched so far she could see a glimpse of a tattoo on his chest. God she was so fucking done for. 

“Oh and get the info from Troy Scottsman’s account transferred over to a new account for her. I just need the info on her car moved over, nothing from his other cars.” He finished zipping up his coveralls and smoothed out the collar. Jo nodded her head and Y/N gave him a silent “Thank you” as he made his way back out into the garage.

Finishing up and paying took no time at all, Jo retreating back to what Y/N could only assume was the office area of the garage. Y/N sat down in one of the chairs, looking through the small window on the door. She could perfectly see De as he worked on her car. Checking to make sure all the lights worked, checking the tire pressure, all the simple tasks he has had to of done thousands of times. He disappeared for a while, disappointing Y/N because she could no longer ogle over the man. She looked down at her phone, mindlessly scrolling through social media to pass the time.

The sound of the door leading out to the shop opened, causing Y/N to look up. De was standing before her, much dirtier than he had been before. The whiteness of his teeth starkly contrasting against the dark smudges littering his face. 

“You got a little-” Y/N said as she pointed at her own face. The mechanic laughed, holding up his hands which were also dirty. 

“Yeah, had a little bit of a mishap down there, got into a fight with the oil pan. Haven’t done that in years. Must be something about working on a pretty lady’s car that makes me nervous.” Y/N blushed as she stood up to follow De back out to her car. He opened up the door for her and she slid back into the front seat.

He leaned down bracing himself on the door, “Well, I will see you in 6 months or 5,000 miles. Whichever comes first.”

 Y/N nodded her head and started her car. “Well I will see you then, I’ll make sure to ask for you..” Y/N hoped that her trailing off would be an invitation for the pretty stranger to tell her his full name. Not that she’s weird or anything. She wouldn’t go home and search for him on facebook, who would do that?

“Ask for Dean when you come back. Dean Winchester.”  He pointed at the chest of his coveralls, a “Winchester’s Auto and Body” logo standing out against the navy piece of clothing, his name delicately embroidered underneath.  

“Dad left me the place when he retired so I’m always here since I kinda own the place. My brother does all the logistical stuff. I’m just the brute who keeps the customers happy. Besides, it's important a man knows how to use his hands. I wouldn’t last a day in an office.” Dean pushed himself back off her door, “Have a Happy New Year sweetheart, be safe tonight.” 

Y/Ns cheeks were as red as the paint on the vintage car in the bay next to her. She put her own in reverse as Dean took several steps back and waved her off, never looking away until she was safely out on the road.

#supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean #mechanic!dean #au!dean #a new set of eyes #jensen ackles #sam winchester #jared padalecki #what am I even doing

[aruuq]

29. ”Wait. Your mother’s coming?” Baji, gn!reader

Hiii! Tysm for requesting! <3 Once again, reminder of the whole event here! Requests still opened!; i made a slight kazufuyu in it, 'cause i love them

“So, what are we thinkin’ about throwing up a party, huh? Today, Chifuyu told me that we’re not opening on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day so we can drink without further consequences!” Baji speaks, chewing on a big sandwich you’ve just made him, rocking his chair back and forth carelessly. “He and Kazutora can come and it’ll be just like a double date! It’s still a lotta time so we can even organise a secret santa or other shit like this! Whatcha thinkin’, baby?”

“Hmmm…” You murmur, pouring boiling water into your coffee cup. “As much as I love this idea, I don’t think it’ll work out. My mom texted me today, saying she wants to visit us, and–”

Before you have a chance to finish your sentence, a loud THUD noise fills the room, and as you turn around, you notice Baji on the ground. You put the cup down with a loud clutter and you run to your boyfriend.

“Oh god, Keisuke, are you o–”

"Wait. Your mother’s coming?” Baji raises his head from the ground, pupils narrowing, as he stares into your eyes.

And you only blink a few times bewildered. “Really? Is this what you’re worried about?” You spit out, stopping the urge of smacking him with the kitchen towel. “Something could happen to you just now, and you’re worried about my mother visiting us on Christmas?”

The man massages the back of his head and shrugs his shoulders. “Duh! The pain is temporary, it’s nothing when compared to eternity, ya know?”

At this point you are sure something has actually happened to him when he hit his head. “And what exactly does this have to do with my mother?” You mumble, not sure if the further conversation is a wise decision, calling an ambulance seeming to be a better one.

Baji jumps at once on his feet again, patting your shoulder briefly, after he’s fixed the chair. “My fear of her is as great as the eternity itself. Now lemme go and start cleaning our apartment. We can’t let yo’ mama be disappointed with me… again.”

#advent calendar #advent calendar tokyo revengers #advent calendar event #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #baji x reader #baji keisuke x reader #tokrev fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo rev fluff #baji fluff #baji keisuke fluff #tokyo revengers imagines #tokrev imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokrev headcanons #baji imagines #baji headcanons #baji drabbles #baji x you #baji x y/n #baji tokyo revengers #baji fic #baji fanfic #baji fanfiction #tokrev drabbles #tokrev x you #tokrev x y/n

[scekrex]

Hiiii💕💕 me again I really loved your story and writing style<3

But any way I have a other idea, here it goes when Adam meet male reader for the first time and when he first saw him quickly thought of Eve and Lilith? But he tried brush those thoughts out of his mind when they start to know each other more but Adam can not stop looking at him this time y/n wanted to make a joke so he says.

"Do I look like your girlfriend?"

"No.. My late wife (or something else)... I cannot believe it"

"You could've been her twin!"

"Your face.. Your voice... Just your hair and clothes are different-"

"My name, is y/n l/n"

If you can thank you 💕💕

You'll be from now on known as "💕💕", also really love that idea!! So here ya go babes xoxo/p

Pretty baby with the sun in his eyes

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

You had first met him when Sera had introduced you to him in her office. It had been a little weird to meet the first man to ever be created, not because you had been nervous but because he hadn't been able to stop staring at you. It had seemed as if his eyes were glued onto you, no matter what you had done, his eyes had been onto you, drinking in every tiny little movement you had made. His expression had been blank, though, there was no way you could've known what had been going on behind those eyes of his.

To Adam it had been quite the shock to lay eyes on you for the first time. Your facial features looked so similar to Lilith's, your voice reminded you of Eve’s, it made him feel home. He shook that thought out of his head immediately, Eve wasn't supposed to sound like home and your face that could've been the face of Lilith's younger brother made his stomach feel heavy and his heart skip a beat every now and then. Fuck no, he wasn't seeing his ex wives in you - at least he told himself so, he was very aware that was a total lie.

And that was something that never really changed. Because once the first man had found out that you were a fellow rock enjoyer, he had been quick to give you calls every now and then, inviting you for jam sessions, the concerts his band played and sometimes even for small things like grabbing lunch together or getting ice cream. You two had been quick to figure out that you enjoyed a lot of the same things, you were quite similar. But Adam's eyes never managed to truly leave your body, one way or another they were always onto you, always putting you in some sort of unique spotlight.

Three months after first meeting him you were on the way to his apartment, he had invited you over - why you didn't really know, he had simply sent you a text that read ‘Pull up, bitch’. And given the fact that you had nothing better to do for the day, you went.

Arriving at Adam's place was surely something, he was living in that huge flat, of course he was. The first man seemingly only got the best of the best. You snorted as he swung open the golden door that you had just knocked on, he was wearing an oversized band shirt - of his own band, no way that dude would wear any other kind of merch than his own - and a pair of white sweatpants with golden stripes on the sides. His mask was somewhere, it was definitely not covering up his handsome face this time and you thanked God silently for that gift.

“Sup, babes,” he smirked as he stepped aside in order to invite you in. The second you set foot inside his home his eyes decided to never leave your body again.

This time you made the choice to address it, you were low-key sick of dodging the topic even though it was as obvious as it could get. “What’s with the staring, big guy, do I remind ya of your girlfriend?” your lips had curled up into a small yet cocky smirk as you raised an eyebrow at him. The brunette rolled his eyes at that, you knew he had no girlfriend, that well you knew each other at this point. Yet he couldn't deny that you did remind him of Lilith and Eve. “Nah babes, no girlfriend in this guys life, you know it,” he casually hummed as he wrapped an arm around his shoulder to guide you to the living room, “However, your ass reminds me of my ex wife.” You raised your eyebrow even higher, giving him a side eye, “What, you're saying you're staring at my face all day because my ass reminds you of some bitch you were married to?” That didn't really add up to you and you called bullshit on it. It simply made zero sense. But Adam was quick to clarify, a sigh left him before he explained, “No man, what I mean is you remind me of both my first and my second wife. Your face looks so much like Lilith's, in the name of the holy spirit, you could be her fucking twin brother,” he paused a moment, then continued, “And your voice, fuck, it reminds me of Eve’s, it sure sounds fucking deeper, duh kinda obivious, but… it holds the same warmth as hers.”

Now it was for you to stare at him. He had just told you you looked and sounded like two women he had been married to, that you could be their brother - twin brother even. How were you supposed to react to that? Was it even meant as a compliment?

“Well, quick reminder that my name's Y/N Y/L, I'm neither fucking Lilith nor Eve, get that shit inside your head.” Adam raised his hands in defense, “Nah, trust me I know. You look and sound like them but your personality is so fucking different from them, they were whores.” It really didn't surprise you how he talked about them because from what you knew, he wasn't wrong and had every right to be upset. “Good,” you crossed your arms over your chest, “Because if you ever fucking dare to moan their names, I'm fucking out.” It was a joke, clearly, but yet you saw a faint brush on his cheeks.

Oh you would definitely continue to tease him like that.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

[mrs-march-ahs]

how the evans would act when they have a crush on u ^^

How The Evans Act When They Have A Crush On You & How They React When You Tell Them You Like Them Too

Award for the longest title goes tooooo... me!

JAMES SUCKS BUT I MAKE UP FOR IT BY DOING BOTH KYLE’S AND A DETAILED KIT

Two other requests-

Could I please request how the Evans would react to their best friend (reader) admitting they're in love with them? 

Heyo! I’m not sure how this would go but how would the Evan’s react to a nervous/insecure reader confessing to them?

-I hope this is satisfactory, even though I don’t think it’s what you two wanted<3

Enjoy! :)

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Tate

-Would always just be interested in you

-Wanting to help you, watch you, talk to you, just constantly be around you

-But he’d also be insecure whether he was annoying you, so occasionally he would make himself invisible and just watch you

-Whatever hobbies you had, he’d love to watch you do them, paint, draw, write, play games

-If you played any instrument he would love to lay on your bed and listen to you, no matter how good or bad you were

-He would leave little sweet messages on the chalkboard and leave little post-it notes for you to find

-They would have fun little facts about birds or other trivial stuff but you would find them cute

-The occasional fact about something romantic, like ‘Every time you kiss somebody, your heart beat increases by 10-15 beats per minute’

-He might go a little far and leave a message like ‘Your dress looked pretty’, which you would find creepy since you didn’t know Tate was a ghost

Kit

-He thought of ways to tell you how he felt but because it seemed like your family was gonna live in the murder house for a while, cause you were all settling in well, he didn’t want to risk losing his friendship with you, since you were the only ghost with whom he really got along

-You walked down to the basement and said his name in a sing song voice, “Tateeeee”, “Come out come out wherever you are!”

-He showed up and you asked him if he wanted to go out on a real date

-He was obviously nervous, because you didn’t know yet that he was a ghost, but when he hesitated and you looked upset, he said yes right away

-You ran up and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush and laugh, and whilst you were at school, he got some things ready and got candles and a table cover so make your kitchen look like a restaurant

-He ordered McDonalds delivery and got your chicken nuggets under a serving platter for effect

- “We are dining on, nuggets of the chicken”

-Although you were a little disappointed and wanted to go out on a real date with him, you found his effort cute

-He definitely played footsie with you under the table the whole date

-Definitely walked you to your room

- “Well… this is me…”

- “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe”

-Kissed you

oh my god I got so carried away

-You would first meet Kit when you first come and move to Massachusetts

-One day you want to venture out and get an taxi to go to town, only a few minutes later to realise you don’t have your wallet

-You awkwardly tell the driver that if takes you back home quickly, you can get money and you will pay him right away

-But since Boston men aren’t usually so sweet, he just kicks you out, leaving you to wander the motorway alone late at night, far away from your home and hoping to quickly find somewhere to go

-Eventually you stumble upon a gas station, and as you walk up, a hand appearing on your shoulder makes you automatically turn around and push whoever touched you to the ground

-The man in blue uniform gets up slowly with his hands up defensively, “Hey hey, didn’t mean to startle ya, miss”

-You apologise, feeling stupid for this kind of encounter, but he doesn’t seem to mind as much as you’d think

- “It’s always nice to see a woman able to protect herself”, he smiles

-He offers to drive you home, and you thank him dearly, explaining to him that you don’t have a car yet, having only just moved here

-He offers to take you to buy one, knowing an awful lot about cars, and to convince you further, tells you that any man working in a car salon will try to sell a single lady a piece of junk for a high price

-You agree, thinking that the offer is sweet, and he takes you to buy yourself a car, to make the date even more fun, Kit tells you to pretend you’re an old married couple

- “Miss Walka over here needs a car, good Sir”

-At some point while looking at cars, Kit holds your hand and you don’t even notice

-He negotiates a good deal with the salesman, and you get a car together

- “Your husband just got you an awfully good deal, Madam, he’s a man who deserves a good meal and a cold beer if I’ve ever seen one”, the salesman laughs, signing the last of the papers before handing Kit the keys to your car. “Oh, he’ll get more than that”, you say to tease Kit, before smiling at him sweetly. Kit blinks at you, before turning back to the salesman and shaking his hand. As the two of you walk away, Kit looks at you in disbelief, the thought of your dirty words clearly plastered in his mind. “Did ya mean what you said back there?”. He says, as he opens the car door for you. “Whatever do you mean?”, you act stupid. “I was just pretending to be your wife, Mr Walka”

-When he has a crush on you, he gives you sooo many compliments

-Little dirty innuendos

-Would definitely call you and talk to you late night on the phone until one of you fell asleep (house phone if they had them)

-He’s the kind of person to tell you that he got a visit from a cute dog earlier at the gas station and it made him think of you

 Kyle

-Every time you go to get gas from Kit, he gives you only a little amount, so you have a reason to keep coming back

-One time when you go get gas from him, you forget your wallet again, and he teases you about it

-He lets you off and pays for your gas

- “I owe you, Mr Walka”

- “How about a date?”

-You smile at how confident he is, and nod excitedly, having been waiting for him to ask you for a while now

-Kit winks at you and waves as you drive off, completely melted inside about finally getting his girl

-Even though he’s always confident, he’s still a little shy and awkward around you when he sees you in class

-If all of his friends are in a class messing around, throwing stuff, being loud, and you walk it, he tells everybody to shut up because there’s a lady present

- “Hey careful, make sure you don’t throw it at her”

-It’s not until he sees you at a huge party, that he’s confident enough to go up to you

-Even though he’s more than happy to flirt, he’s just not confident enough to do that last step and ask you out somewhere

-He’ll bring you a drink and  talk and flirt with you, and you’ll definitely get the hint

-He slowly lifts his arm up and stretches it over you, trying to do the classic yawn move, hoping you won’t notice or mind. You look over at him and narrow your eyes in fake suspicion.

- “Didn’t you come here with a movie star? Surely you get handsome men bringing you drinks all the time?”, he says, motioning to the drink in your hand.

“You calling yourself handsome?”, you tease him. Kyle laughs a breathy awkward laugh and nods. “Well yeah”

-When you do ask him for a date, he insists that he take the initiative to plan what you two do

-Clearly wanting to make a good first impression, he’d take you somewhere interesting

-Aquarium, in which he’ll make up clearly fake facts about the fish just to make you laugh

-Bowling, just so he can tease you about how much you suck

-Mini golf, so, even though you know how to play, he can wrap his arms around you and help you put

-And if he does take you to the movies, you aren’t spending a dime

-He’ll also wrap his arm around you not-so subtly

Franken Kyle

“Whatcha doin there, hm?”. Kyle leans into your ear and whispers.

“Just in case you get scared, you can cuddle up to me”

“Kyle we’re watching the Lego movie”

Jimmy

-You’re a witch at the academy, and with Kyle’s very slow progress to getting better, both Zoe and Madison are getting slightly tired of having to constantly take care of him

-But you don’t mind, finding his Frankenstein state cute

-Whenever he stumbles into the kitchen by himself you always help him make food

-If he’s ever struggling with anything, he usually comes to you, knowing you’re the most patient out of them all

-Then, one night, all the teens in the academy go to a party, while you lay in bed

-But when the rain starts to get really heavy and the first thunder growls, Kyle rushes into your room, before slowly knowing and peaking his head out, clearly scared

-You let him come and lay with you, rubbing his back to calm him down

-Although no real words are spoken, it’s from that moment that you decide to take on all responsibilities relating to Kyle, the good and the bad

-He’s admired you from afar for a very long time, ever since the first time you joined the circus

-You were incredibly flexible, and always showing off to everyone and practicing on stage

-He would always come and watch you practice, cheering you on more than anybody else

-You called Jimmy ‘my cheerleader’

-It made him blush every time

-Amazon Eve always told him to just ask you for dinner, but the only thing that stopped him was the thought that you wouldn’t want to go out and be seen with a freak like him, especially since your body looked so normal that you didn’t have to hide anything

-Eve and Paul reminded Jimmy that it’s him who’s always the most confident in going out into the real world, and he mustn’t be scared

-When they all plan to go to a diner together, as a protest to being shunned from society, you find his leadership charming and happily go with them

-Even though you all get kicked out, you calm Jimmy down and take care of him when his dad beats him up

James

-You wipe the scars on his face and tell him how brave you think he is

- Trying to gain confidence, you take a deep breath before making the move. “Maybe the two of us should go to that diner”. Jimmy looks up at you, as if he expects you to keep talking. When the nerves hit you all at once, you begin rambling. “You know cause if the two of us go and they’re okay with that then maybe we can start going with the others one by one, and then you know we’ll ease our way back into society and stuff”. You laugh a breathy laugh, but Jimmy says nothing. With every silent second passing, your heart begins to break. But luckily for you, Jimmy speaks up. “Wait, are you asking me out? Like… on a date? To the diner?”. “What if I were?”, you quietly reply. He smiles wide and pulls you closer to him, “I’d love that”.

-James is definitely the least subtle

-Constantly giving you compliments, kisses and gifts

-Opening every door for you and listening very carefully to everything you say

-He doesn’t want you to even think about another man, so he overwhelms you with every way he can show you he likes you

-I can imagine him organising a big ball or event at the hotel just so the two of you can dress up and go together

-He is also the most confident out of them all, although he is a softie around you, he has no trouble asking you anything he wants to you

-He’ll kiss your hand a lot and you’ll eventually get the hint

Kai

- “I would be most delighted if we were to make our relationship more official, and vow fully loyalty to one another”

-You agree and he is over the moon

-Once the two of you are in a relationship, the compliments, kisses and gifts don’t stop

-He will give you your space without him, but when the two of you are in the same room together, he treats your precious time together as if it’s sacred

-He will approximately 43 seconds into your relationship begin planning how he’s gonna kill you

-You can tell Kai likes you when he’s harsher on you than he is on other members of the cult

-He’ll be pissed at you for being a distraction for him

-He’ll definitely tell you when he’s impressed with you, when you murdered somebody or helped him plan something

-Even though he definitely would not want it

-If you proved to be smarter than him in any aspect, he’d be furious

-You’d be sat on his sofa while he’s talking to you about having to kill Sally because she’s getting in the way of him winning city council

- “Samuels looked at where she lives, and it has no back doors, no nothing, it’ll be impossible to get in her house without smashing windows and causing attention”

“Why don’t you get Ally to go to her first? If Meadow convinces her to go to Sally to talk about the cult, then the front door will be open”. Kai looks at you with angry eyebrows. “We’ll sit in the car and wait for a few seconds, she’ll let Ally in, won’t lock the door straight after her, and then let them talk for a minute before we just walk right in”

-His ego won’t let him take suggestions from somebody below him, so even though he wants to be proud of you for being smart, he’s mad

-He’ll sit for hooours trying to think of any other solution he physically can think of, to not go with what you suggested

-Around the cult, he’d treat you like everybody else though

- “Y/N’s idea was brilliant, Ally just walked in and they walked straight to sit down, she didn’t lock the door”

-He’d praise you to encourage you to think of ideas, which he would later be mad that you have

━━━━━━♡♤♡━━━━━━

-You’d find out how he felt about you during pinky power

-After being suspicious that he may have feelings for you for a while, you realised this is the only way to truly find out how he feels without him trying to manipulate you

-He’d ask you about something deep, and you’d latch on after he finishes a sentence to ask him your question

- “I have a question for you”

“Go ahead”

“How do you feel about me?”

Kai stays silent and continues to look you in the eye, taken aback by the question but not wanting to show it.

“When you’re with me, how do you feel?”

“I think you have real potential, you’re strong-”

“I’m not asking the Divine Ruler, I’m asking Kai, Kai Anderson”

He takes a deep breath before unintentionally breaking eye contact for a few seconds to think. You wait anxiously for the answer, and with every second passing you know what it will be.

“You’re special”, he starts, looking you in the eye again. “You’re valuable to the group, and to me. And I think you’d be a great… mother”. The last catches you off guard, not expecting Kai to be a family man or to think about this with you.

“You… you want me to… have your children?”

“I think our children would be indestructible, strong, powerful, decisive. They would be the seed of the better future”. Although it was a little forward for somebody you’ve never even kissed, you were beyond flattered, knowing how specific Kai is with traits in people.

“Let’s make a baby”, Kai says.

“Whoa whoa”, you laugh and unlink your pinky with his. “We’re not even dating, Kai”

“Why date if children is the ultimate purpose?”

“Then don’t look at is as dating… look at it… as getting to know the mother of your future children”

-Kai would love this and you’d soon end up dating

-And have like 6 kids

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As usual, if you wanted to be added or taken away, dm me or comment!! I won’t mind! <3

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[thenotsohottopic]

Hey 🍄 annon here Ik im annoying but anyone with a kid who just can't take care of themself they suck at it but they can provide for thier fanbase(let's say they stream or do YouTube or make music you choose okay) dispite suffering they just want to make others and thier fanbase happy

[lmao I'm sick but I hope you're doing well]

Go To Sleep

character(s): Cc!Nihachu + cc!Karl & teen!reader

genre: hurt/comfort

warning(s): swearing, mentions of sleeping troubles, mentions of lack of self care

Nihachu

You were spending the night with at Niki's house since your parents were out of town for the night. The two of you have been sitting on the floor infront of her bed for a while, she was watching a movie while you were trying to figure out a plan for your upcoming video.

Though her attention wasn't on the show, "Y/n are you ok? you seem awfully tired," Niki asked as she stared at you with a worried expression.

"Hm?" You asked as you looked away from the notebook that was in your hands.

"are you ok?" Nihachu asked once more as she moved her hand to your shoulder. "there's bags under your eyes, have you been sleeping properly?"

"Oh, no it's ok." You brushed her off, adding a smile into it. "I didn't sleep too well last night, that's all."

Niki nodded and stood up, holding her hand out for you to take. "Well let get you to sleep then. You're a growing child, you need sleep."

"I can't sleep yet, I have to get this planned out and stuff." you explained when holding up your notebook.

Niki sighed and took the notes out of your hands, "it can wait. you're health is more important."

"but I promised eve-"

"no! sleep." she ordered and you hugged in slight annoyance. However, on the inside you were happy that she cared.

Karl

You groaned as you tried to get the one chord right. You've been trying for hours but you couldn't quite get it and it was starting to annoy the shit out of you.

Your schedule was fucked.

You barely ever slept anymore, getting an average of about 4 hours each night, and that if you even fell asleep. You were so busy with school work and trying to get this song prepared you hadn't been able to take care of yourself the way you should've from all tee stress. Plus you cried for at least an hour each day out of frustration.

Your phone started ringing, having reached for it you saw Karl's caller ID.

"Hello?" you said, your voice much more hoarse than you wanted it to be.

"You ok there, Bug?" Karl asked with concernaced in his voice. You smiled at the nickname he gave you. You weren't sure as to why, but Karl had practically adopted you. You weren't complaining though you felt safe around him. Of course you would never tell him this, you wouldn't have the guts to express how much you looked up to the man.

"ya, I'm fine." you answered, trying to hide the extreme tiredness evident in their voice.

Karl frowned, "you sound awful, what's wrong?"

You signed, "nothing. I just havent been able to get a good amount of sleep lately with school and me trying to get my new song out."

"Thats not nothing, have you eaten today? drank water?"

"I'm not sure-" you yawned, trying to rub the tirness out of your eyes.

"I'm coming over." Karl stated, and before you could tell him no he hung up.

That day, Karl spent the day getting you to rest and eat. No matter how hard you tryed to stop him it didn't work. He wanted t care for you, having he felt responsible for your health.

That night when he tucked you in you actually told him how thankful you were to have him as a role model, having made that night the best for him.

NO 🍄 ANON ILY SM! you are not annoying and I hope any other person that said this to you chokes on thumbtacks <3

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hue and Cry XIX

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), trauma, violence, attempted assault, some elements untagged.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: The reader finds herself at an impasse.

Note: Things are heating up and we're starting to go full force over here <3

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

MASTERLIST

Days passed in idle anticipation. You kept Elina locked up with you and she grew more restless by the hour. When Lord Zemo came at night, she was happier but your sense of dread and impatience only grew. When the retinue arrived, you only wanted them to leave, but knowing who was roaming just floors below, you were anxious to strike first.

The baron was ever the voice of sense. Zemo was no beacon of morality, you knew that, but his honesty made him respectable. You considered how blatant he was in his intentions as compared to those other noblemen who painted their bad deeds as gifts. Perhaps he wasn’t entirely trustworthy but he didn’t trying to make you think otherwise.

You did your best to keep your daughter occupied with her many toys and quiet songs hummed out of tune. You bounced her on your hip as best you could with your cane in your other hand and crawled around with her like a dog. She was only calm when she slept as she longed for the sunlight that taunted her through the window.

You began to wonder how long the men would stay; how long you would be expected to stay hidden. Zemo mentioned vengeance and you dreamt of it every night. It was the only thing that kept you from quaking in fear and panic.

Tess brought your dinner and you placed it on the low table and sat on the floor with Elina and ate. You gave her tiny morsels to chew on or toss back at you. She was an energetic kid, stubborn and strong, and seemed to find fun in even the most dull tasks. You hoped she would grow up to be happier than you. Surely, she’d be more bold and more blessed.

As you chewed on some chicken, you heard that familiar knock on the door. Tess always gave a tiny tap and called through the wood but Zemo always gave that rhythmic beating. It was the latter, he was early that day. It made you worry as you left Elina to squeeze a piece of sweet potato and stood with your can dug into the wood.

You crossed to the door and turned the latch slowly. You opened the door and leaned heavily on the wooden stick, “well, you are earl--” your voice hung in the air as you stared at the familiar face, though it wasn’t Zemo.

You pushed the door but the man caught it and kept it two inches from the frame as he came closer. Peter’s hand trembled as he clung to the wood and gaped at you. He shook his head and blinked dumbly. The two years had given his face character and his shoulders a little more width.

“You’re alive?” he breathed.

“You can’t-- you have to go,” you pushed the door with a grunt, “please, go.”

“I thought… I thought you were dead,” he croaked, “I thought I--”

“Go away. Please!” you begged, “I can’t talk to you.”

“Or you won’t talk to me?” he challenged as he shoved his foot between the door and the frame, “how--”

“How did you find me?” you gasped.

He lowered his eyes and guiltily and clamped his lips shut. He sniffed and looked at you again, “I thought Zemo was hiding something from us. I followed him last night and listened… I couldn’t hear anything, I only saw him come here and knock.”

“No one else can know,” you said, “you can’t-- please go and don’t tell anyone.”

“I wouldn’t but-- I want to talk to you,” he insisted.

“You can’t. It’s too dangerous,” you argued, “you must go. If Zemo discovers you--”

“I don’t care if he does. Don’t you understand, I--I-- I thought I killed you.”

You were silent as you stared into his face. You saw the pain in his eyes, the shock laced with relief. But it was all tinted with the guilt he’d carried since that day. The false guilt you’d given him.

“I’m sorry, Peter, it was the only way out--”

“My aunt cried everyday for you and she never let me forget what you said to me. I never could forget,” he hissed.

“I know, but you have to--” Elina made a noise as she came over and clung to your leg, smearing food down your skirt. Peter looked at her and his lips parted in surprise, “no one can know about her.”

He nodded and gulped. He looked up and down the corridor. “I wouldn’t tell but I can’t go until we talk, I…” his voice cracked, “I need to tell you I was wrong. I lied.”

“El,” you bent to wipe her face and lifted her, “please, stay here,” you bid Peter as you turned and hobbled across the room.

You placed her in her cot, thought she only began to fuss, but you shoved a stuffed caribou into her hands and left her to poke its eyes. You went back to the door and found Peter staring at your cane.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, “that’s my fault,” he nodded to the cane, “and that,” he looked to the scar down your face, “I saw it. I tried to follow you that day but I wasn’t fast enough and you were--”

“No, it wasn’t you. I said it was because I could. I couldn’t tell the man who made me do this so I told you instead. That was unfair and unkind,” you blinked away tears, “and I hurt more than just myself.”

He mulled your words and picked at his sleeve. He dressed finer than the last you’d met, “I didn’t mean what I said to Barnes. You were sweet to me and my aunt told me what you were, he told me you were worse, but I didn’t truly care. I only knew he was hurting you and I was making that worse so I thought if I stayed away, he’d stop.”

“No one can stop him. No one. Those men, they cannot be stopped. They are evil in the flesh, they are borne to greed and cruelty. They only see what they can get, not what they can give because they won’t ever be denied--”

You heard a clamor, the pounding of footsteps from the stairway, and the frantic breathing of whoever was approaching. You opened the door further and pulled Peter inside. You shut the door and leaned against it with him as you listened and watched through the crack.

“Away, away,” you heard Melinda’s airy pleas as she swept past your door, “please, sir, away!”

“I just want to play a little game,” the deep voice made your blood curdle then the realisation of what he was doing made it boil even hotter. You gripped your cane as Peter frowned at you, “come here, pet, I don’t bite.”

Melinda squeaked as Lord Rogers’ footsteps slowed and you heard the struggle that followed. The muffled collision of her body against the wall, the small girl’s broken breath as it was knocked from her, and his lewd growl as he pounced.

You pushed Peter away from you and tore open the door. They were closer than you thought. Just against the wall opposite your room. Lord Rogers’ body shielded the girl’s body almost entirely. You raised your cane without a second thought and brought it down on his shoulders.

As he exclaimed and staggered, you hit him again, the time in the back of the head. You swooped your cane down and banged his knees so that he fell onto the stone. You hit him again in the side as he wheezed and you stood over him.

“Bastard! Bastard!” you hit him as the young maid and the other lord watched in shock, “how dare you? You beast!”

Peter grabbed your arm and stopped you as Rogers rolled onto his back and coughed. He groaned as he reached to his head and you were pulled away from him. You struggled with Peter as you wanted badly to hit him again.

“Melinda,” you said as you struggled, “go fetch the baron. Now!”

She skittered off like a mouse, careful to tiptoe around Rogers as he sat up and gripped his right shoulder where you’d hit him. He chuckled as he looked up at you. He grinned beneath the trickle of blood on his lips.

“Oh, well, what a treat this is,” he mocked, “the whore lives.”

“You’re vile,” you snarled, “I should bash you like the snake you are.”

“Parker,” he spoke to the man at your side, “hold her for me.” He grunted as he pushed himself up and stumbled a little on his feet, “let us remind her of who she is… oh, Barnes might come out of his rooms for this.”

He reached to his belt but Peter let you go. You looked over at him and he crossed his arms and shrugged. You gripped your cane tight and swung it again. The strike caught Lord Rogers across his chin and the next in the tender flesh of his side. You jabbed his chest so he was again on his back but he could barely get his arms up to keep away the storm of blows.

When he was limp and prone before you, you slowly lowered the cane. You quivered as you stared down at what you’d done. His breaths came in rattles. You leaned on your right leg as your left shook and you lifted the carefully carved stick.

You pulled the silver topper until it dislodged and revealed the long silver blade. Peter caught your wrist as you raised the dagger.

“Don’t, it’ll change you. It’ll make you as bad as him,” he whispered.

You looked at him and your hand shook. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks and you heard Elina murmuring, louder and louder as she wondered where you were. You sheathed the knife and plunked your cane down on the stone.

Footsteps drew you back to the end of the corridor as Zemo appeared from the stairwell. His face dropped as he saw you standing over Rogers. He took a breath but did not look angry.

“Well, I did hope to delay this a little longer,” he said as he approached, “but that Rogers was ever the petulant pest.”

“I’m sorry, he--”

“Oh, I can guess at it,” he nodded to Melinda as she followed meekly behind him, “I’d have done it myself if I had the displeasure of witnessing his lechery.” He came up to Peter and stopped, “but I will do what I must.”

“He won’t hurt us,” you said, “Peter… isn’t like them.”

“But he is loyal to his kingdom,” he pointed at Peter’s chest harshly.

“I am a viscount. Not a duke or earl even. I serve men like that on the floor because I have to, not because I want to,” Peter countered, “I have no lealty to the men who leave women like this.” He looked at you and bowed his head, “but I will admit I am not innocent of it.”

Zemo looked at you and stilled your hand as it was still shaking. "Do you vouch for him, lady?"

"He is a good man. If anything, I have drawn him unjustly into this mess," you said, "I knew you wanted to wait longer--"

"No use in apologies," Zemo grasped your shoulder and squeezed, "this stalemate would not have lasted forever. I am not entirely unprepared."

Elina began to bawl and Zemo brushed past you. He returned with her in his arms, rocking her until she quieted. He cradled her cheek with a mournful gaze and his lips curved for just a moment.

"Be quick, we must leave before the moon. We will move the lord out of the corridor and be away before they can discover him," he said, "by the morning, the castle should be empty but for our foreign visitors and it will take them some time to return to their home with news of such catastrophe."

"Is he dead?" you asked as you looked at Rogers' boots.

"An ox like him? Not yet, just annoyingly on the precipice," Zemo replied, "if we're fortunate, he'll have some lingering detriment but we cannot kill him. That would be an unforgivable mistake."

You heard a grumble and a croaky chuckle. Zemo turned and you looked down on the dazed duke.

"That is a beautiful girl," Lord Rogers rasped, "looks like her father."

Zemo's pupils turned to pinpoints and he handed you Elina. He bent and knocked Rogers across the cheek so that his head bounced off the stone. The baron shook out his hand as he stood straight and his nostrils flared.

"Lord Parker, was it?" He looked to Peter, "help me move him. We haven't time to spare."

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[writtenonreceipts]

A prompt, only if you're up for it ofc

I’m trying to buy a last minute gift for a friend, but they’re impossible to shop for, so your little shop is my last hope

For Feysand or Rowaelin ❤

<3 love ya nonny!

i’m not feeling very fluffy right now so i hope this is fine...

...

The Last Second

Aelin stared out the front windows of the little bookshop and sighed.  The snow had picked up and it was looking like no one would be coming in even just to browse.  She should have known better than to be open on Christmas Eve.  She’d thought it a necessary and worthy risk to make.  After all, who wouldn’t want to give a book to someone for Christmas?

Sighing, she stood from behind the cash register and did another loop around the shop.  She straightened already perfectly aligned book stacks, brushed non-existent dust from shelves.

She loved her shop, truly she did.  After her mother decided to retire and sell the shop to Aelin, her parents had left the country to travel together.  Now that Aelin had complete control over it however, she always second guessed every little thing that she did.

When the bell at the front door rang, Aelin nearly lept out of her skin.  It had been so quiet all morning that she nearly closed earlier than intended.

Entering the shop while shaking snow from his silvery hair was a far too attractive man.

“You’re still open right?” he asked when he noted her staring.

“Yes, of course,” Aelin said.  She straightened and an amused sort of look flashed across his face.  Aelin became suddenly aware of the outlandish dress she was wearing.  She’d found it at the thrift shop and bought it on sight.  The stretchy material had a bright pattern of gingerbread men and Christmas lights, the skirt light and flowy.  She’d paired it with a pair of fleece lined leggings and an oversized sweater. 

 “Is there anything I can help you find?” she asked, forcing her mind embarrassment down, especially around someone that was too attractive for their own good.

“Um,” he began, looking a bit lost. “I have no idea actually.  I left everything to the last minute and now don’t know what to do.”

Aelin smiled, she was familiar with the confused customer. “Who are you buying for? I have a lot of great gift ideas.”

“She’s a writer,” the man began before promptly trailing off as he looked around the shop.

While small, Aelin had taken great care to make sure everything about her store was welcoming and not over crowded.  She had shelves of books, candles, and various trinkets.  She even made sure to have a few plush chairs near the back for reading. Her hope was that customers would feel welcome in coming back.

This man however looked as though he wanted to run right back out.

He was probably buying for a new girlfriend and that was why he had no idea what to do.  It was endearing, really.

“Okay,” Aelin said, “we can work with that.  What does she write?”

“Travel mostly and non-fiction,” the man said. He didn’t look convinced and Aelin began wondering how well he even knew his girlfriend.  He was going to say more when his phone went off in his pocket.  Cursing he answered.

“Endy,” the man said, running a hand over his face, “Endy, listen to me--I have no idea what to do.  What do I get your sister?  It’s not…No it’s not…I’m not doing that.”

The man gave Aelin an apologetic look as he held his phone to his ear.

“No,” he said again, “you do that.  You do that and you can suffer the consequences.”

He hung up and sighed.

“Sorry.”

Aelin smiled and waved a hand. “No worries.  Sometimes it takes the masses to find a Christmas present.  So, I do have these leatherbound journals over here.”

She led him to one of the tables near the front of the shop where she had a small display.  A few years ago her father had taught her how to work with leather. She’d begun carving and crafting her own artwork into the leather to turn into journals and only recently decided to start selling them.

Aelin held up one of the journals.  It was one of her favorites with a mountain peak and compass rose design.  It was a bitch to create, but the product had turned out decent enough.

“This is incredible,” the man said, taking the journal from her hands. “Is this Staghorn Peak?”

Aelin chuckled. “I’m impressed you recognized it.  I didn’t think my rendition was that good.”

“Your…?” The man trailed off before giving her a long look. “You designed this?”

“Yes, I did.” Aelin was quite proud of it too, she might not have been born an artist, but the side hustle certainly paid off sometimes.  She ended up doing most of her selling in a little online shop with some of Lysandra’s clothing designs. Really, she hadn’t expected this to take off as much as it had.

“Your Aelin Galathynius,” the man finally said in recognition.

Aelin paused, giving him a strange look.  No one knew who she was, even with the shop and her parents being a staple of the community for years.

“My cousin has ordered from you before,” the man said, a faint blush tinting his cheeks, “loves the journals and etchings you do.  She’s actually who I’m buying for.  She’s used two of your other journals to outline her next book.”

Well that was interesting.  Aelin looked the man over a little bit closer.  There was something familiar about him that she could have sworn she recognized.  She couldn’t put her finger on it exactly though.

“I’m glad to be a little bit of help,” she laughed. “I never really expect anyone to be that familiar with what I do.”

The man smiled. “My cousin, she’s actually who I’m shopping for, came to town for a book tour a few months ago and wouldn’t stop talking about how much she loved this area.  I figured I’d check it out.”

“Wait,” Aelin said, “Sellene Whitethorn?  That’s your cousin?”

“The one and only,” he chuckled. “I’m Rowan.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Rowan, I’m Aelin.”

He took the etched journal from her and nodded. “I think I’ll get this.”

“Excellent choice, let me ring you up.”

Aelin went to the register and figured out the balance before wrapping the journal in tissue paper and grabbing a bag.

“Thanks for the help, Aelin,” Rowan said as he took the small package.

“My pleasure.”  And she meant it.  So many times when customers came in, it was all demands and near abuse.  But for today, she was utterly fine with the lazy way the day played out.  “We’ll see you around.”

He offered her a small, honest sort of smile. “Absolutely.”

#rowaelin #tog