chocolate-slab

harry potter rated by references to chocolate
  • philosopher's stone: First introduction into chocolate for Harry after a life with the Dursleys. Harry's first birthday cake was chocolate. + Hagrid gave him a chocolate/raspberry ice cream at Fortescue's. ALSO CHOCOLATE FROGS EVERYWHERE. They are big plot point too! a sturdy introduction: 8/10
  • chamber of secrets: Hermione savagely uses chocolate cake to trick Crabbe and Goyle. But, most importantly, if Dumbledore wasn't getting hot chocolate Colin Creevey would have probably died. proving again, chocolate saves lives. A steaming book for hot chocolate with 3 mentions. decent: 5/10
  • prisoner of azkaban: absolute PEAK. A whooping 27 references. A chocolate reference every 9 pages! Honeydukes is introduced!!! "Hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows", Slabs and bars galore! + chocolate is canonly used as a remedy for sadness!! chocolate queen™, remus Lupin helps the cause with his generous handing out of chocolate. Also, Pomfrey even provided a boulder sized block, complete with a hammer to collect chunks, ingenious. EVEN THE MINISTER FOR MAGIC insisted on Harry having chocolate! -5 points because Harry says he's sick of chocolate ate the end. Yet, still a solid 11/10
  • goblet of fire: The Fat Lady makes an excellent choice by getting drunk off chocolate liqueurs, a+ example of combining chocolate and alcohol. Ron got some chocolate from Hagrid for having a sneaky lil niffler... the BIGGEST disappointment is Molly Weasley sending Hermione a tiny chocolate egg instead of a dragon sized one like harry and ron because of a Rita Skeeter™ rumour she's with Krum and Harry?? like wtff a grown ass woman almost made a child cry because of their passive aggressive chocolate giving 1/10
  • order of the phoenix: Hermione gave two boxes of chocolate for Harry's birthday, but teenage angst™ harry throws them out. Poor form m8. Also, he has a weird dream about Cedric, Cho and chocolate frogs?? Why bro. Additionally, Harry and Ginny have a romantical moment as she gives him chocolate... Before Madam Pince screams "CHOCOLATE IN THE LIBRARY- OUT- OUT!" Classic choco madness! Overall, a wild ride on the chocolate train. maybe too wild. im going with a 6/10
  • half-blood prince: Romilda Vane tried to spike Harry through chocolate cauldrons -30 points... Furthermore, Tom Riddle kills Hepzibah Smith with hot cocoa and uses that death to make a horcrux. An absolute shocker! Chocolate used to make Voldemort immortal!!! and to murder!!! improper use of a sacred food: -282939399/10
  • deathly hallows: Wow, disappointing. One chocolate card wrapper on the floor, a chocolate card and french chocolate from the Delacours. 3 mentions in 197,651 words. Disgraceful. I reckon there's correlation between how happy a story is and the amount of chocolate references. conclusively: appalling 0.015/10
  • bonus fantastic beasts: "But I made 'em cocoa?". excellent start, promising: 7/10
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Guess who is having the time of their lives in a ceramics class ;-;
There’s going to be an art show soon where I am and sadly the chocolate box doesn’t have enough time to be painted and baked so it will be sown just how it is :,) . I’m pretty happy with the ink well and the bendy face tho! I got to take the bendy face home today so I now have two bendys here! It’s so small compared to my beed bendy ^-^. The coil pot was just kinda an experiment on what I could do with coils.. so.. excuse the mess on that one? And the pinch bowl, or the flower next to the coil pot, was supposed to be two parts, the flower and the ball on the inside but I didn’t want to lose the ball and I was having difficulty with getting it into the furnace so I just kept the ball in the flower as it baked and so now it’s stuck there with the power of clay paint/gloss!

It’s been several years since Carl’s allowed himself to think of Christmas at all. When the apocalypse had first started, they’d all been in a sort of limbo phase of thinking which even nearly seven years later Carl can still remember as one of the most disoriented periods of his life. His mother and Shane had both spent quite some time trying to convince him that everything would go back to normal soon, that the walkers were only a temporary problem, a sickness that would be quickly eradicated, like bird flu, or typhoid fever. That they’d be back home for Christmas, maybe even for Thanksgiving.

Except winter had come and gone with nothing to mark it. No tinsel, no lights, no trees outside of the ones Carl and the rest of the group ran through and slept in, like a bad camping trip that never ended. The walkers hadn’t gone away, either; they’d multiplied, staggering, infesting Carl’s world, ruining everything. Gaunt and peeling away at their edges. And then spring, another summer—Carl’s twelfth birthday in there somewhere, though by that point they’d stopped trying to mark the days on the calendar—and then fall, and Shane died, and Carl stopped trying to find the good in anything for a long time.

So he hasn’t let himself remember Christmas. It was always more his mom’s holiday than his dad’s anyway, with the tree and the cookies and making sure the stockings were stuffed full of little racecars and Hershey’s and, once, memorably, a PS3, laid flat underneath the bulging weight of the stocking itself. And it’s hard to remember holidays, easier to forget, when there’s no guarantee the people you love will be around to celebrate them. When you’ve grown up with a gun in your hand, blood and guts on your shirt. When you’re only seventeen and you’ve got one eye and nightmares that come every night in torrents and no way of escaping, not for the rest of your life.

He didn’t think anyone else was really thinking of holidays like Christmas anymore either, which is why he’s surprised, one morning, to wake and find Negan draping Christmas lights over the edge of their doorway, draping them over the bedposts.

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We’d Never Forget! : Pack Imagine

OMG Guys! I just hit 200 followers! That’s insane thank you guys so much! I wanna do an extra special imagine for you guys so send in your requests! And I hope you like anon! It wasn’t identical to your request but I got a little caught up in it oops!

Birthdays are weird. Why celebrate the fact that you’re getting older? But when I was thrown head first into the supernatural world I soon realised that birthdays were more milestones on the fact that you actually lived through another year.

“Lydia did you bring in all the presents?” I ask, flipping through my checkboard as I scanned the table for all the brightly coloured boxes I had seen a second ago, stuffing another handful of crisps in my mouth.

“They’re upstairs, I’ll go get them.” The redhead rushed up the stairs, leaving me impressed by the way she ran in her heels as easily as if they were trainers. Now that’s talent.

“Malia how’s music?” I call over and Malia’s head pops up into view as does two wires she’s trying to force together that definitely don’t belong together. I frown worriedly, pushing another piece of chocolate in my packed mouth.

“Someone help her, she’s gonna electrocute herself. Oh god Kira!” I say frantically herding Kira towards Malia. She hurries over and pulls the two wires from Malia’s hands, which were starting to spark.

“Stiles! Scott! How are decorations going?” I ask, looking around impressed at the streamers and confetti covering the tables. I turn to look at Scott and Stiles blowing up balloons. Well, Scott was, Stiles was rambling.

“Do you ever think about how weird balloons are? It’s like “hey happy birthday! Here’s a sack of my used oxygen.” Scott looks at me with a plead of help in his eyes and I grin, swallowing my big mouthful.

“Stiles sweetie, we can determine the existence of balloons later?” I ask and Stiles laughs before nodding, putting another balloon in his mouth.

I turn slightly to read the banner on the wall, “Happy Birthday! You made it another year!” I reel back around on Stiles.

“Did you get that?!” I cry, pointing frantically at the banner, using a sausage on a stick as a pointer. Stiles smirks proudly before nodding. “You’re messed up!” I laugh, pointing at his face but decide to leave the banner up, thinking that it left a very Stiles-y feel to the room.

I eat my sausage, instantly reaching for the platter for another. My hand was batted away by an orange balloon and I was met with an intense look from Stiles.

“If I’m not allowed to eat anything that means I’m cutting you off as well! If I’m going down, everyone’s coming with me!” I laughed at the force in his voice and the drama on his face.

“Okay fine.” I sigh when suddenly my phone beeps. I unlock it and flick open my messages.

On our way home be there in 5 – Derek

“Okay guys!” I shout catching everyone’s attention. “The boys are on their way back so make sure everything’s ready and then hide!”

Lydia finishes laying out the presents, adjusting them to find the most picturesque look. Kira finally manages to get the music working, gently pushing Malia’s hands away from the brightly coloured wires that had grabbed Malia’s attention.

Scott and Stiles throw the remainder of the non-blown up balloons behind the couch before throwing themselves behind it as well, dipping down and out of site.

I hit the lights and the room was in instant darkness as I duck behind the stairs, now hearing Derek and Liam’s footsteps.

“What’s goi-“Malia started but was muffled by Kira covering her mouth as we all intensely shushed her as the footsteps got louder.

The door creaked open and as it did I flipped on the light switch, lighting up Liam’s shocked face and Derek’s grinning one.

“Happy birthday sweetheart!” I shout and everyone breaks into applause.

Liam’s chin crumples and I could see tears fill his eyes as a shaky smile makes its way to his face.

“Aww sweetie.” I coo, feeling my motherly instinct skyrocket as I grab the beta into a tight hug.

“I thought everyone forgot.” Liam mumbles, “Or didn’t care.” I pull back slightly to grab his chin, looking into his watery blue eyes. “Of course we do! We love you too much!”

Liam’s face breaks into an adorable grin as I pull him in for another hug. “Get me cake.” I say to Scott, who tilts his head confused but hands me a paper plate with a slab of chocolate cake on it.

“What’s it for?” He asks and I look at him like it’s the most obvious thing. “I wanted cake.” I state and Liam giggles, pulling away as I bite into my cake. I suddenly get an amazing idea, one so great I broke into a big smile.

“Oh I have the perfect birthday present for you!” I squeal before turning round to face everyone.

“Stilinski!” I shout and everyone’s head snaps to look at Stiles, who looked like a deer caught in the headlights, with his face now covered in chocolate.

“Seeing as its Liam’s birthday I think it’s about time you tell him you love him now.” My face breaks out into a wicked grin as Stiles’ jaw drops with horror and everyone bursts out laughing.

“Go on.” I press, smirking at Stiles face. Stiles purses his lips before saying, “Love you kid, you’re my favourite beta.” Liam beams at him and Scott leans over and high fives me.

“Let’s get the party started!” Malia exclaims, heading for the big speakers. “No, no, no, no!” Kira says, rushing after her and I giggle.

Everyone says Lydia throws the best parties in Beacon Hills but I swear this party was a huge rival. Everybody was laughing and dancing, me and Stiles were stuffing our faces at the snack bar and I’ve never seen Liam happier.

He started going round, thanking everyone, starting with Lydia who hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark on his cheek. Both Kira and Malia enveloped him in a massive hug wishing him a happy birthday.

Scott pulled him into a brotherly hug and both exchanged smiles. Liam then moved to Derek and I saw him hesitate, unsure on whether or not he’s even be allowed a hug but to everyone’s surprise Derek grabbed Liam round the neck and pulled him into a hug.

He clapped him on the back a couple of times before saying, “Happy Birthday Kid!”

I smiled to myself, happy to see the whole pack getting along. Liam comes up to Stiles and I .Stiles ruffles his hair and yanks him in for a bear hug. Once he pulls away Stiles dashes over to Scott, with a gleam of mischief in his eyes.

Liam slips his arm around me waist, leaning his head on my shoulder. “Thank you so much.” He says and I smile warmly before kissing his forehead. “Happy birthday sweetheart.”

anonymous asked:

what are your favourite kabby moments and why?

Thank you nonnie, well, I’ve been going through another aggressive Kabby cycle of late so you either have very good timing or very bad, I’m not entirely sure which. You also didn’t specify a number of scenes…Which may have been a very bad thing as well because I’m unlikely ever to shut up…But I think you all expect this of me now anyway so without further ado:

1)- 1x05 ‘Thank You’ or that moment where Marcus isn’t as much of a dick as we first thought (and also look at the way he looks at her)

This one is actually quite early on (shipping from the start people) but I think it’s really important for both Kabby and Marcus as well because it’s that sort of, it’s not that he doesn’t want her play with Raven to fail out of spite and he definitely doesn’t want to proceed with this culling; he does want her plan to work, he wants Earth to be survivable, he wants that option and he’s taken steps to ensure that, if by some miracle it does work, he’s got people to report to him the second she gets through so they can stop this.

And I think this is a really big moment for Marcus in season 1, for the audience as well because it’s hard to get out of the knowledge that you have. You know as an audience that the ground is survivable, you know that Raven made it, you know that Abby’s right and Marcus is wrong which makes what he’s doing seriously hard to swallow but from his point of view he doesn’t know that. Abby is very much best case hope and Marcus is very much worst case planning here; he’s not a lunatic on a power trip, he’s just trying to do the best that he can for his people.

And I think that very genuine little ‘thank you’ that she gives him (and the way that she looks at him, mustn’t forget that, never going to be over that) is her sort of realising that fact at the same point we do and looking at him a little bit differently and I think it’s just really nice to see that these two, who are so often at loggerheads, so often opposed and arguing and fighting because they have such different viewpoints and ideals on how to get things done, are literally standing side-by-side in this scene and  I think it just really reinforces that they do have this common ground; they both want the same thing. He’s not bad and she’s not good so to speak, they just have different ways of going about things, but they’re united by this common goal and that becomes a really strong tie for them in later seasons so I enjoy this foundation work.

2)- I don’t care if the world is literally crumbling around my ears I am going to crawl through this tiny cramped little tunnel and save your stupid self Take 1 Marcus edition 1x11

Also known as that one scene that catapulted me from hmm, I like this, to otp fuck me and send help.

There are many things that I enjoy in this world, I am a person with simple pleasures, tea, a good book, a big slab of chocolate, and the smile that lights up Marcus Kane’s face when he holds Abby Griffin in his arms in that one scene in 1x11 and realises that she’s not dead. I don’t know if it was scripted for him to look like he’d just seen the damn sun after ten years encased underground or if it was an acting choice by Ian (goddammit Ian) but whatever it was, it delighted the life out of me so here we are.  

The physical contact in that scene is also really interesting as well, I think pretty much from the moment that his torch lights upon her and he runs to her and turns her over to wake her up, there really isn’t a moment at all where he’s not touching her in some way, either cupping her cheeks in his hands or helping guiding her down towards him or just flat out snuggling (I love that, I really do, the world is falling apart around them but we must take time out for Abby recovery cuddles, it’s wonderful) and I just really love the way she just slumps down with her head on his chest and it’s just a real sense of safety that she gets from him, he’s found her, he’s there with her, everything’s going to be alright now and she knows that there with him and it just, yeah there’s a lot there, it’s a fairly small little beat but damn if it didn’t ruin my life and make me into what I am today.

3)- ‘There has to be another way’ Take 1 - 1x13 

There is /so much/ to unpack in this scene and so much that I love about it and you know, you’re never getting an abridged version of anything with me so on we go.

The possessive little arm seatbelt of hers just ruins me okay, it really ruins me, just, he hasn’t even managed to untangle himself or stand up yet but she already knows exactly what he’s thinking and she also already knows that it’s not something she’s just willing to sit back and meekly watch happen and so the arm comes out and he gets glowered at and yes Marcus but what exactly do you think that you’re doing here? Because it’s not happening.

And I think that one of the more interesting things about this is that she never actually takes her hand away? If you watch that scene, all the way through his line about someone having to stay behind and all through her next line she shoots at Sinclair, the arm stays very, very firmly in place, reaching across his body and trying to keep him there and stop him rising. The only time that she actually takes it away is when he makes her? It’s hard to see (dammit) but I think it’s pretty obvious that just before his ‘salvation comes at a price’ line you can see him curl his fingers around the hand that’s still outstretched to him and just sort of, it’s a very nice physical way of telling her to let go of this, she can’t win every fight, there isn’t always another way, sometimes someone has to sacrifice themselves/suffer so that everyone else can get what they need.

Then we come to that little line that ‘there has to be another way’ which is just, incredibly important in this scene and spoken by Abby. It’s been her mantra the whole season, wanting to find another way around the culling, she has half a hundred suggestions at one point, she’s desperate for them to give the 100 more time to make contact and stop them going through with this and it’s a sentiment that carries into the next season but most interestingly it’s Marcus who really carries it through. That little beat in 2x03 with the grounder ‘there’s got to be a better way’ definitely echoes her and he repeats those very words of hers in the season 2 finale (but I’ll sob more about this later I just want to draw attention to another point of this meta to come, namely parallels between these two)

But yes, the point there was that this has been Abby’s mantra all season; but a lot of the time it’s been directed /against/ him. He has been the one she has been saying find another way to, but now they’ve come to the point that he wants to sacrifice himself but she’s saying this for him now, to try and save him. And this time, he’s right, someone does have to stay behind, and he’s decided that it has to be him and just, there isn’t another line of dialogue exchanged between them in that scene after that and the silent communication that we get between the two of them is amazing.

Her desperate, pleading look towards him just before he stands up and his half-placating, half-insistent and impatient look back as she silently says don’t do this, don’t leave him, and him just, this is his choice, he has to do this and god her face when he stands up and makes it absolutely clear that he’s going through with it is soul destroying.

And then, to cap it all, we have the final nail in the coffin of every Kabby shipper barely keeping it together and the hand hoooolding which is just, okay who decided this was an okay thing to do to me I mean really. But I think there’s a lot of symbolism in that, I think it’s both, something of a resolution for their earlier arc, a certain coming together (made more poignant when they become the first two to step out onto the ground together and an idea of coming at this a little more united than they were before) but I think it’s also a lot about acceptance? She’s accepting his choice here, his decision, she doesn’t want him to do this, in fact she’s jus actively tried to prevent him from doing so, but he has to.

And there’s a certain feeling of their earlier arcs all wrapped up in this because he wants to make the sacrifice play, a clear echo to the culling, put the needs of the many before the needs of the few (in this case himself) and she wants to find another way, a way that they can all survive, a way that they can all get through this but someone has to stay behind. He listened to her, he waited to see if Sinclair could give them other options this time, but there weren’t any, so he went on ahead with this and I think that hand holding is a nicely little way of binding up their arc and yes, they have their differences, but I think there is that sense that they can come together, they can work together, they can present a united front, and ironic as it is when he’s about to stay behind, it’s the idea that they can get through this together, with a little bit of both of their mentalities and just, I don’t know, I’ve gone on too long about this already.

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AU: One cannot see the colour of their soulmates eyes until they see them

Ao3 Link: Here

Sam woke up every morning to a grey room. No matter how wide open he left the curtains the night before, he could ever embrace the colour of the morning. His brother told him it was stupid, but Sam didn’t care. He knew why he couldn’t see the light, or why he saw Dean drizzling the most unappetising grey liquid onto his pancakes on a Saturday morning, and he knew why he and Dean would sit in the Roadhouse every Friday night chucking back shot after shot of grey alcohol that stung his throat. It was because that was the colour of his soulmates eyes.

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S’mores

Written for the incredible @magicaldestiny who supported me through the writer’s block and the struggle. Thank you <3.

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“You’re ruining it.”

“I’m not ruining it! Just watch.”

“It’s going to burn.”

“It won’t burn. I know what I’m doing.”

“The last one burnt.”

Their evening had turned from dinner to drinking, from drinking to conversation, and from conversation to…this. Tipsy attempts at marshmallow roasting by use of their stove. And Hannibal was, despite his criticisms, enjoying himself immensely.

“This can’t be the traditional method.”

“Well, usually there’s a fire, and usually we’re outside…But this will work fine.”

Will twirls the marshmallow above the small fire, the yellow flames ribboning up from the stove, grazing its surface. Drunk, he finds it ridiculous, absolutely absurd, that Hannibal has never once eaten a s’more in his life. As he twists the skewer between his fingers,  rotating to expose the other side, he wonders momentarily if he’ll find as ridiculous sober…

“You’ve burned it again.”

“Dammit!”

Hannibal’s laugh fills the room, golden and bright. Just like the glow rising in Will’s cheeks as he smiles. He reloads the end of his skewer, unsteady fingers securing the marshmallow in place before placing it above the fire yet again, this time with renewed determination.

They had spoken of the change of season, and while the fireplace crackled in the background and the whiskey warmed in their bellies, what they spoke of shifted from spring, to autumn, to winter, and eventually to one of the more happy memories from Will’s childhood; camping in old, ruddy tents with his father and eating s’mores for dinner in the crisp night air.

It didn’t matter to him then if the marshmallow burnt or not.

The salvageable things from his childhood, the softer things that could be stood to look at, had been retrieved and fossilized, and possibly, if Will was honest, glossed a bit and made to shine. There was plenty he carried on his back, but these he cradled in his arms, brought to life around him.

The smell of pine and motor oil. Cheap whiskey. Starlight, and the open window through which the cold breeze rustles the curtains early in the morning. The simplistic refuge of handiwork, of tangible problems with tangible solutions. His aptitude for both solitude and silence, the dread and calm of it, that for so long he told himself was an appreciation.

Home cooked meals, woolen blankets, and canine companions. The sunlight dancing on the windowsill just above his bed.

It didn’t matter to him then if the marshmallow burnt or not.

But it matters to him now.

Will pulls away from the flames, successful. He slides the marshmallow on top of the slab of chocolate, between the blocks of graham cracker, and then squashes it together, its white innards spilling out the sides.

S’mores, ruddy old tents, and the crisp night air.

He turns around in offering, and Hannibal’s cocked eyebrow matches his skeptical grin.

“Eat,” Will commands.

“Is there a dignified way to go about this?”

Will shakes his head. “But that’s the fun of it. Try it.”

Hannibal meets his gaze, red cheeked and smiling, and takes the plate from Will.

Pine and motor oil and cheap whiskey.

Hannibal inspects it like a fussy cat who has been offered an inadequate meal. And Will watches impatiently, amused.

“Just try it!” he says with a laugh. Hannibal picks up his concoction using the least amount of fingers possible, forcing a sigh from Will, and finally he takes a bite.

Home cooked meals, woolen blankets, and canine companions.

Melted chocolate and bits of marshmallow cling to the corner of Hannibal’s mouth as he pulls away, and as he goes to wipe it away Will kisses him.

The sunlight glittering on the windowsill just above his bed.

The part of his lips while he sleeps. The sleepy, heavy sigh just before he wakes.

Long walks and dinners.

The weight of his arm slung over him. The warmth of him pressed against Will every night.

Every morning.

The ground gives way beneath him and the room disappears. The atmosphere bends only for them. Only for the precious things Will cradles in his arms. Protected. Safe.

Hannibal.

How to Avenge 101 [Part 13]

[Master list]  [Part 12] … [Part 14]

A/N: I know some of you said you wanted longer chapters (although I promise they won’t be this long again) I just had trouble getting the story to flow if I stopped it in the middle of this ‘part’ – so Part 13 is pretty much 2 chapters at once, because I didn’t want to stop writing it. Plus I know I said this would be up yesterday – so take this as my apology for being late! I hope you enjoy it <3

Word Count: 4,281

Warnings: Violence, injuries (including blood), mild language.

You’d closed your eyes, bending your head into the crook of your arm as you fell. The next thing you felt was your shoulder and hip smacking against an exceptionally hard surface, something also stinging your knee. The material of your outfit flexed accordingly, trying to dissipate the impact, but it was to no avail. You felt dust in your mouth, and you choked almost instantly, trying to expel the dry powder.

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John Murphy AU: Boy at the coffee shop

Murphy came to the coffee shop everyday after uni. He would order the same black coffee and always sit in the same seat. He would plug his headphones in and read. This week he was reading Dracula. It was the second time that he had read it but it didn’t stop it being a great book. Murphy loved books, he was studying English literature at Uni, his favourites would definitely have to be Gothic stories. So dark and mysterious… Much like him.

Mbege placed his coffee on the table, smirking as he did so. Murphy smiled in return, partially because of the aromatic coffee smell but partially because of his friends presence. The two Johns had been friends since they were kids. They were constantly getting in trouble together, they practically shared everything. The two were brothers, nothing less than that. Mbege worked part time at the City of Light. It was a small coffee shop conveniently near his collage. The interior was small, rustic and artisan. It had good coffee and good wifi. What more would he want. Inside Murphy felt so at home, it was warm and welcoming unlike his family home. The thought was quickly cast to the back of his mind as he reached forward for his coffee. He gently folded down the corner of his page and closed the book. Much like the rest of his books, the spine was bent and the margins were littered with poetry and miscellaneous writings. He took the cup with both hands, the warm ceramic toasting his whole body. The coffee was a dark brown and steaming. There was a slight créma on top, and an extra chocolate coffee bean on the side, curtesy of Mbege of course. He took his first slip and submerged into a heavenly bliss. The strong taste of the espresso lined his lips and flowed down his throat, warming his insides. A hot coffee on a cold winter day was always a perfect combination. In a second sip the coffee was finished. He always tried to save it but the hot drink was too tempting. Murphy popped the chocolate coffee beans in his mouth and grinned as they crunched between his teeth.

After his first drink he would usually wait till the shop was closing. He noticed the same people every day. Clarke would come in to order a coffee to go. She never sat down, the girl was always in a rush, whether it was to finish an art project or save Bellamy from an academic crisis. She was always watched from the side by a strange girl called Lexa. At uni Lexa was outgoing and strong however whenever she was in the presence of Clarke she could never string together the right combination of words. He noticed that she always come in 10 minutes before Clarke to either wait for her or ‘accidentally’ bump into her. Even though Murphy wasn’t a romantic he had to admit that their relationship was rather sweet, but he knew that Bellamy would be livid about the though. After the two girls he would usually see Miller, Monty, Jasper and Maya. The four of them would meet up at the shop, the were guaranteed to be loud and boisterous. Maya was from another University but always came to visit the boys, despite her half an hour bus journey. Her and jasper usually split a slab of chocolate cake during their time there, Murphy always wondered whether it was significant to their relationship, perhaps this chocolate cake had a backstory… What a curious though. After the four left the closing time was drawing near. Murphy usually ordered another espresso around this time if he felt like it. Most days a very frantic Raven Reyes would burst in, demanding for a shot of caffeine. Her hair was always messy and she usually wore overalls. He guessed that it was the most practical were for an engineering student. After she got her coffee and dashed back off again the shop was finally empty. Murphy stood up and walked over to the counter, placing his spare cup on the counter, and paid with the spare change in his pocket.

Mbege would close up before returning to Murphy. Then the two would go round the back and talk between smokes. Well Murphy would smoke and Mbege would try and convince him not to. After all their years smoking was the one thing that Mbege would refuse to partake in. The two didn’t need many words to understand each other. The trust between them was unbreakable, that’s what made their friendship so strong.

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So back on January 11th, @misspaperjoker gave me a prompt for our mutual birthday. A month and two days later, I actually wrote it. Happy very belated birthday, friend!

I was thinking, since I’m cliche, Steve and Bucky celebrating their birthdays on the same day? Cause they both feel disconnected to their real birthdays in the new world, so they make their own. And it´s the same day cause they’re saps in love XD

“Well boys, what brings you here today?” says their buxom waitress with bouncy red curls. She’s middle-aged and perky, and Bucky smirks at the way she’s eyeing Steve up and down.

“Tell ‘er Steve,” Bucky says, touching Steve’s foot with his own underneath the table.

“It’s our birthday,” Steve says, then tacks on, “Ma’am.”

“Now, now, your birthday? Both of ya?” Bucky hums in agreement, smirking and looking over at Steve. He taps Steve’s foot underneath the table and Steve gives both him and Debbie, their waitress, a shy smile.

“Yeah,” he says. “Both of us.”

Something warm and bubbly rises in Bucky’s chest and he bites down on the dopey grin that’s threatening to show up on his sappy face.

“Well, it sounds like you boys’re gonna need a big slab of cake after you eat!”

“Too true,” Bucky says.

“What can I get ya in the meantime?” Debbie asks.

“Um,” Steve starts, looking at the plastic menu. “Can we start with two of the sampler platters with an extra plate of wings? Then I’ll have the cheese burger with fries, a side salad with the honey dijon dressing, a side of the green beans and a side of fries.” He pauses, thoughtful. “Oh!” He exclaims, then his cheeks flush. “And I strawberry shake.”

Debbie’s eyes are bugging out a little as she repeats Steve’s order back to him. “Sound good?” she asks.

“Perfect,” Steve says. “Thank you Debbie.”

She swallows, then turns to Bucky. “And what’ll you have, darlin’?”

“Hmm… Just gimme the same as Steve’s gettin’, but making the salad dressin’ Thousand Island and the shake chocolate.”

“Well, you made that one easy!” Debbie exclaims. Bucky laughs. “I know you’ve already ordered half the menu, but can I get you anythin’ else?”

“Some Cokes,” Steve says, hunching up a little. “Please.”

“Sure thing sugar,” Debbie says, writing a little more on her notepad. “I’ll get those Cokes and shakes right out to you boys.”

“Thanks very much,” Bucky responds, handing her his plastic menu. She takes Steve’s and heads towards the kitchen.

Steve sighs and slumps in the vinyl booth of this tiny diner in southern Minnesota, just off of I-90. “I hope we see some buffalo,” Steve says.

“I heard they have too many buffalo,” Bucky responds. “I bet we’ll see at least one.”

“Y’never know Buck,” Steve says. “The guidebook says that you can’t expect to see any specific kind of wildlife. Just hike in certain areas at certain times of the year.”

“And I’m sure you’ll get tired after a mile of hiking.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling.

“I’m happy we’re doing this,” he says. “I’ve always wanted to see Yellowstone.”

“Don’t forget the Grand Canyon,” Bucky adds. “And then Vegas!”

Steve laughs. “Of course. Can’t forget Vegas.”

“Two old geezers goin’ to see some geysers.”

“You old coot,” Steve says.

“Gimme a break, it’s my birthday,” Bucky says.

They chose March 20th. It’s the beginning of spring, the end of winter. And a start to their new life together.

“Happy birthday Bucky,” Steve says.

“Same to you.”

They get their food and, true to her word, Debbie gives them each a huge slab of chocolate cake with ice cream, “On the house,” she says with a wink. Then adds, “Thank you for your service, and a very happy birthday to you both,” which makes Steve smile.

It was supposed to take another fifteen hours of driving, but with Steve at the wheel they shave two of those off.

At sunrise they watch Old Faithful erupt, arms around each other as they greeted the next year of their lives together.

Lux was focused on the marshmallow that she had in the flames, waiting for the precise moment when it was perfectly gooey but not blackened yet. She waited a few more seconds before pulling the stick out of the fire, sandwiching the marshmallow carefully between two graham crackers and a slab of chocolate. She looked up as she realized someone was watching her. “Oh, um–” She gestured to a paper plate at her side, which already had a couple of s’mores on it. “Do you, um, do you want one?”

anonymous asked:

Going on with the dairy discourse, I have to ask,, is Nico an ice cream or froyo girl

this is the worst question i have ever received!!! (bc it’s so hard to answer)

ok tho but before we get started, u gotta separate froyo into two divisions: that cheap ass excuse for self serve froyo that is actually just SOFT SERVE, and the good stuff you get over the counter at the ice cream parlor that is very nice, very smooth

nico loves the aesthetic of ice cream. it’s cute! cuter than yogurt parfaits! (and a certain two classmates ruined parfaits for her forever anyways) ((not for the reason u think but bc they never invite her to parfaits and she’s jealous)) u got your pastel palette of different scoops of ice cream, topped with lil maraschino cherries and chocolate sprinkles and everything else that could possibly pass as cute. maybe one of those decorative slabs of chocolate with icing writing.

nico loves that kind of ice cream!! the cone is cute too but she prefers to eat out of a bowl because she doesn’t like the mess that’s created from ice cream dripping down your hand. but of course that kind of ice cream is expensive as hell and she usually just stocks a carton of strawberry at her house to eat in front of the television or computer.

that shitty self-serve soft serve tho?? it’s nice to have at the beach, but when no one’s around you can bet your ass that she’s one of those people who stack on as many toppings as they can so that it’s at like a 30:70 soft serve:topping ratio with no rhyme or rhythm or even regard for presentation because she’s a huge glutton and this is indisputable canon. it like comes out to $10 a cup but it’s ok she’s treating herself

nico doesn’t really buy the quality froyo for herself because 1) it’s more money for less froyo 2) you gotta pay for like individual toppings and 3) well she’s alone so isn’t this the perfect chance to go binge on shittier but heavier and cheaper froyo

nico and maki’s first date (or first Not-Date maybe) is probably an ice cream date tbh. maki treats nico to one of those really pretty ice cream bowls with like the pocky sticks and whatever. and maybe maki initiates their more casual Not-Dates when she spontaneously drags nico to one of the Nice froyo places during an after school walk and nico is in heaven. and when they finally begin to have Okay-It-Is-A-Dates, maki already knows at this point to skip dessert at the restaurant and bring nico to the gelato place at the end of the block. nico finally gets the sugar mama she deserves (they usually get different flavors tho because they somehow manage to argue about even that (”chocolate does not go with strawberry, maki” “you have chocolate sprinkles tho??” “chocolate and chocolate ice cream are two completely different–”)) (but they still end up sharing bites anyways because i just spent ten minutes typing up frozen confection headcanons and i deserve to weave in an amount of Gay)

fracturedcon  asked:

'And I'm telling YOU that we need more!' Long snarls and glares at his twin, who refuses to back down. `No we don't! We have plenty!` The two Force sensitive teens continue to bicker back and forth over the slab of chocolate.

A girl held a man in a cloaks arm as they walked. She whimpered quietly as she moved holding him. The man held her close as they looked.

“Hmmm…” He looked at the twins.