decadence cake

Day6 As Food
  • Jae: Fried chicken but possibly also boiling crab.
  • Sungjin: I feel like he'd just be a really hearty, filling turkey sandwich.
  • Young K: Ramen, college-student style. Or a really decadent chocolate cake. There is no in between.
  • Wonpil: Marshmallows! And cotton candy.
  • Dowoon: Chicken nuggets. I don't know why but I just feel it in my soul.

Paige Russell created the “most expensive cake in the world called the 24 Carrot Cake. The decadent gold treat looks like it belongs in a bank. Luckily, this cake isn’t just for the rich and famous, as Russell released a step-by-step video and recipe guide on the Instructables. Though it may look (and sound) expensive, the carrot cake gets its name from the 24 baby carrots included in the recipe. (Source)

With You {Part 1}

Mark Tuan x Reader x Jinyoung
Genre: AU/Angst

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The summer heat filled the kitchen as you stirred the batter of the cupcakes you were making. Even with the windows wide open, no breeze came in and the air was filled with sweetness. With the back of your hand you dabbed at the sweat that had trickled down your neck as you mixed the batter with your other hand, the wooden spoon scraping against the metal bowl as you whisked away. The kitchen felt ten degrees hotter than it was outside as you had the oven running. You had made sure to put the icing in the fridge so it wouldn’t turn into a liquid goop while you waited for the first batch of cupcakes to cool. You were still readjusting to the LA summer weather. There were still boxes left unpacked in the living room, and pictures that needed to be hung on your wall. You were slowly starting to feel at home again since you moved back a month ago after five years. Your house phone rang, carrying the bowl of batter you walked over to answer it, still mixing on the way.

 “Hey mom,” you said as you continued to whip the batter, “I’m still working on the cupcakes for their anniversary,” you said tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder and making your way back towards the counter.

 “That’s good darling, I was just checking up and to remind you that it starts at 4:30.” You could hear your mom fiddling in the background.

 You glanced over your shoulder at the clock, noting that you still had a couple more hours before you had to start getting ready, “Don’t worry mom, I didn’t forget. I’ll be there with an armful of cupcakes.”

 “Okay, see you at their house later. Are you by yourself?” your mom asked.

 You starting lining the tin pan with more cupcake liners, “Yeah, Jinyoung and her are at the aquarium. They will meet us at their house later.”

 There was a moment of silence on the other line, “Mark is back you know.” Your mother stated.

 You froze as soon as you heard your mother say his name, “I thought he was supposed to be away in Asia?”

 “He’s here now, I’ve heard that he’s settling back in LA and running the operations from here. What are you going to do?” you could hear her concerned voice over the phone.

“We’ll only be there for a bit, just to congratulate them.” You said as you bit your bottom lip.

 “Okay dear, I will see you then.” your mother hung up the phone

 You removed the phone from you ear and placed it on the counter. He’s back. You ruminated over what your mom just told you. The feeling of your heart pounded rapidly against your chest and a pit started to form in your stomach. You suddenly felt too weak to mix the batter.

Both of your families were close since you both attended the same church growing up. He was at all of your family gatherings and you were at his. Growing up, any dance recital you had, his family would be there and Mark reluctantly came. You attended the same preschool, elementary school and high school. You could never remember your childhood without the Tuan family being apart of it. Both of your parents would push you and Mark together, being that you two were the same age, how perfect it would be for you two to be together. Of course as children you both were repulsed at the thought of being together, but after time, you and Mark became best friends. You’d walk home together after school, work on homework together at the library or each other’s houses, you’d call him when you were upset and he’d show up minutes later with your favorite snacks. You knew each other’s dreams, Mark wanted to run a business and you wanted to open up your own bakery. Then your friendship developed into more. Mark was the first guy you ever loved. He was your first boyfriend, first kiss, and first lover. Both of your families were supportive of your relationship and the time you were together was filled with sweet memories and young romance.  

You starting filling the cupcake liners with batter, it was Mark’s parent’s anniversary and when they found out from your mom that you were back in town they had invited you. They were hosting an outdoor celebration at their house. They had also asked if you could make cupcakes for their anniversary, reluctantly you agreed because you loved Dorine and Raymond, they were like second parents to you growing up.

 You remember the last time you saw Mark. It was his last year in College and you had just finished pastry school. He was stressed over his exams and you two barely saw each other. Whenever you did see each other, he was on edge and you felt like you were walking on thin ice around him. You were understanding though, he was trying hard to get into the Masters business program and obtain an internship for a company. He worked hard to achieve his goals and you tried your best to be supportive. The very last day you saw him, you had something important to tell him. You showed up at his dorm that night, however, he didn’t listen and brushed you off, “Jesus Y/N can’t you see I’m busy.” Mark ran his hands over his face as he stared down at the papers in front him. “Mark, it’s really important,” you said as tears had formed in your eyes. “Nothing is as important as this final that I’m studying for. Do you know how much stress I’m under?” he said pushing away from the desk.  “Mark,” you said reaching out to touch his hand. He felt the thin strand of control snap, he slammed his fists on his desk.  “My whole life rides on this last exam and this internship,” he finally looked at you, “Y/N I don’t think I can do this right now. I can’t balance school and you. We need to take a break.” His words back then had stabbed you right in the heart. You left his dorm, slamming the door on the way out not saying a word to him and he didn’t chase after you that night. Even after a couple days passed there was no contact from him. You were by yourself. Later that week you had told your mom everything that happened that night and how you were feeling. She mentioned how your aunt was busy with her café and needed assistance and suggested that you go for the summer. When you were at the airport before the flight you decided to call him, a woman had picked up, “Sorry Mark’s unavailable right now. He’s in the shower, may I ask who’s calling?”. Without saying anything you hung up, your heart completely shattered. You never saw Mark Tuan again. You heard stories from your mom about how he was doing and what he was up to, but it pained you too much to hear more. You never returned back home after that summer. You had developed your own life. You helped your aunt run her café and eventually starting baking and creating pastries. On the side, you had started designing wedding cakes. Eventually, the café became busier after word had spread of your pastries and it became the go to place for decadent treats. Your wedding cakes had been a hit that you even had to decline some clients because your schedule was full. Now that you were back in LA, you had hoped to build on your wedding cake business.

You added the final touches to the cupcakes, as it was their 50th wedding anniversary you had chosen red cupcake liners to match your vanilla cakes with a chocolate buttercream frosting. The color red was the significant color 50 years of marriage.

 “Perfect,” you said as you wiped your hands on the apron you wore. Now it was time to get ready, not only physically but mentally too. You weren’t sure how the rest of the evening would turn out.

 Mark pulled into the driveway of his parent’s house, the house that he grew up in. He entered through the front door, noting the streamers that were pinned against the railings as he walked through the house. There were chairs sprawled out everywhere, even more red streamers, a few balloons and as he walked towards the back yard, he couldn’t miss the big banner across the gazebo that read “Happy 50th Anniversary”. He was happy to be home after spending a couple years in Asia, he always considered LA to be his home. After interning at an international company, he had worked his ass off. Long nights at the office, travelling all over the world to set up client meetings. Eventually he had worked his way up to the fourth highest position in the company, and now he was in charge of running North American and the international operations. The back yard had tables spread out everywhere, white linen and silver cutlery were placed, and a white canopy was placed for shade.  His parents always knew how to throw a good party but he had a feeling his older sister was behind all of this detail.

“Mark! Thank god you arrived.” Tammy came bustling in, arms filled with flowers, “I need you to set up a table over there so guests can put their gifts. As well the caterers will be arriving soon so just open up the back gate for them when they arrive.” She directed as she placed some flowers into the vases for center pieces.

“Hi to you too sis,” he said as he started making his way over to set up the tables.

 “Also, underneath the banner in the gazebo I need a table there so that Y/N can set up her cupcakes.” Her sister said hastily, hoping to be as nonchalant as possible when she mentioned your name.

 Mark stopped what he was doing, “Y/N? She’s coming?”

 Tammy tried to remain busy as she adjusted flowers in the vase, “She moved back here, and mom and dad asked her to do the cupcakes. She’s a pretty popular pastry chef now, even does wedding cakes.” She glanced from her periphery to see if her brother would give any kind of reaction. When she glanced, Mark was busy setting up the table, he hadn’t even responded to her. She sighed, she could never tell what her brother was thinking and he never expressed how he felt.

 Mark remained quiet as he did the tasks Tammy had asked him too. He remembered the night he got upset with you and asked for a break. When you had slammed the door he had instantly regretting saying those words to you, but he needed to focus on school. All of his intentions were for the future he had planned together with you. The break was temporary; it wasn’t meant to be over. He remembered showing up at your doorway with your favorite flowers in his hand so he could apologize to you and beg on his knees for you to forgive him. Only to discover that you had left and went away for the summer. Your mom looked at him so apologetically, “I’m sorry Mark, she needed to go. She said it’s what’s best for you.” That is what your mom had told him, no explanation as to why you left so suddenly and vague answers when Mark had asked her what she meant by “best for him.”  He didn’t know how to describe the empty void you left him with. He was mad at you for leaving so abruptly without telling him or saying goodbye. He heard nothing from you  no matter how many times he tried contacting you and he waited for summer to be over so you would return to him. But you never came back. His mom was the one who broke the news to him that you had decided to stay and live with your aunt. What did that mean for your relationship? Had you two officially ended? For months, he despised himself for asking for a break, for treating you the way he did before that moment. It never occurred to him that he would lose you indefinitely. He didn’t just lose his girlfriend, he lost his best friend.

 Shortly after the caterers arrived, guests started to arrive. Mark was greeted by relatives and close family friends, but every time someone would walk in he would glance to see if it was you. He anticipated seeing your face, wondering if you still looked the same after all these years. He heard nothing about you. Even whilst in Seoul, he would do a double take if someone even remotely looked like you. He knew it was impossible but he still clung to the hope that he’d eventually see you again. He had reached his goals on a career level, but he was left unsatisfied. He didn’t have what his eldest sister had, a family of his own. He dated and had a few relationships, but he never offered any of the women anything more, only because he couldn’t picture a life with them, not the same way he had with you. As he was greeting his father’s golf buddy he saw you walk in and felt his heart jump to his throat.

 You came in wearing a white off the shoulder cocktail dress, it was simple but there were floral details along the bottom trim that added color. It matched the summer weather, he noticed that your hair was shorter than it was back then, cutting just above your collarbone. He stood from afar as he watched you greet people around you. He longed to be close to you. Had you always been this radiant? Mark wondered to himself. It didn’t occur to him how much had missed hearing your honeyed voice and fruitful laugh. Your smile that lit up your eyes was still the same as he remembered and he felt the jolt in his heart as you made brief eye contact with him. You still remained breathtakingly beautiful to him. He felt a deep sense of yearning, something he hadn’t felt in a while as he watched you make your way through the crowd.

 You noticed him out of the corner of your eye, panic washed over you as you tried to maintain your composure. He wasn’t the college student that you last remembered, not with him standing there in his dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up ¾ up his forearms, the first two buttons undone and khakis. He was exactly how you imagined him to look like when he grew up, your stomach formed in knots as you could feel his gaze on you. Piercing you as you moved through the crowd to say your hellos. You glanced at him and for a split second made eye contact before you turned your gaze away. You felt warm and not just from the summer weather. You felt magnified under his fixed gaze. Excusing yourself, you went to go grab the cupcakes from your car to set them up, all the while feeling Mark’s gaze on you as you left.

When you had returned, he was nowhere to be found. You laid out your cupcakes on the table, feeling a sense of relief as you now had time to collect yourself. Your mind was frazzled when you first saw Mark and after years of suppressing your emotions for him, just seeing him had the tiniest amount reappear.

 “Y/N…” you heard his voice from behind you.

 You knew you had to face him eventually. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him, forcing a smile onto your face.  “Hi Mark,”

“It’s been a long time,” he said, trying to find the right words to say he remained silent.

As he opened his mouth to ask how you were he was interrupted, “Mommy!” a little girl with long locks similar to yours came running over and grasped your leg. You looked down and smiled as you brushed her hair away from her face “Hi baby,”

Mark’s mouth gaped open from what he was witnessing in front of him, the little girl that clung to your leg was a spitting image of how you looked as a child. Her hair was the same color as yours, she had your nose and when she looked up from you to him his heart clenched, she even had your eyes.

Just then a tall man came running over, “She bolted as soon as she saw you,” he said trying to catch his breath. “Hi sweetie, sorry we’re a bit late.” He leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead.

The color rose to your cheeks, full of trepidation you looked up to see Mark staring at you, “Mark,” you stuttered trying to find your words, “This is my fiancée, Jinyoung” Your hands were shaking as you placed your hands on the child’s shoulders in front of you. “And this is my daughter.”

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New Mark series on the way, be prepared for fluff and all the angst.

~Lea <3

usha [ jin ]

verb : to enjoy looking at the opposite other ; appreciate their beauty by staring.

knock knock. who’s there? two idiots who are in love with each other.

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre: fluff
type: hogwarts au
word count: 2,380 words
warnings: none
author’s note: it’s been over two months since i had last written anything, and last night, i was reminded again of how intrinsically rewarding and absolutely wonderful writing is after talking to @jheartseok, so thank you again, ave ♡ this is based on bits of my own dreams and how i see #seokfie aka @syubits and jin in a hogwarts au ily elfie even though i know you love jimin most but you refuse to admit it still


As one of the Hufflepuff prefects, you are making your rounds around the basement floor in the hallway opposite from your house’s entrance. You had passed the barrel fifteen minutes ago, now strolling down the kitchens corridor. It is quiet, which is the usual noise level down here. Hufflepuff students tend to stick to curfew hours more so than other houses, so you rarely find them sneaking out. Any clamor made by the house elves in the kitchens is sealed away behind the massive painting of the fruit bowl. You have not seen The Gray Lady floating by, so you assume she is haunting a place elsewhere tonight.

 A soft melody stuck in your head, you hum quietly and loosely hold your wand in hand, rhythmically tapping the tip of it against the side of your thigh as you continue your stroll. Suddenly, the edge of a heavy metal painting frame makes its way into your peripheral vision, and you quickly scamper away before you can suffer from a possible concussion, or a future visible bump on the forehead at the very least. 

Your eyes are met with the outer corner portion of an ebony cloak first, then the golden lining stitched inside of it, and finally, the rather handsome side profile of the perpetrator is brought into view. Moments later, you can clearly see the man you caught red handed, who is still hastily attempting to shove something beneath his robe—Merlin’s beard, is that a two layer, frosted, decadent chocolate fudge cake with all the works?

“Seokjin, what the heck?”

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It’s Okay

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader based on the movie P.S. I Love You. Instead of the woman receiving the letters, it’s Spencer, after his wife died in the field. She wrote letters to him in the event that she died so that he would be able to move on with his life. @coveofmemories

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“Kid,” Morgan said as he knocked on the door. “I know how you feel, but you have to let us in some time. We’re here when you need us.” Two weeks ago, just weeks before her 34th birthday and his 37th, Spencer’s wife, Y/N had been shot and killed in the field. He hadn’t left the apartment since.

Since that night in the hospital, when he’d seen the light leave her eyes, his life hadn’t returned. Ever since, he felt numb. Walking around the apartment in a daze. The first night, he’d cried his eyes out, and since, he couldn’t cry anymore. It had been days since he showered - his hair greasy and falling over in his face. He knew he couldn’t stay in his apartment forever, but he still couldn’t get himself to leave. Instead, he clutched their wedding picture in his hands. In however many years he had left on this earth, he’d never forget how beautiful she looked that day, and every day since. As he went to lie down, a drop of water fell on the frame - he thought he couldn’t cry anymore.

                                                    ————–

Ten days later, it was Y/N’s birthday. The day before, Spencer had been feeling like he might want to get outside, but when he remembered it was Y/N’s birthday, he collapsed in the middle of the floor and sobbed for hours, ending any possibility of him going out that day. 

Only four days later, it was Spencer’s birthday.

Knock. Knock.

“Kid,” Morgan said from outside the door, “Everyone is here and we wanna take you out for your birthday. Open up.” Thankfully, Spencer had showered that morning, which was a good thing because he had absolutely no desire to do it right now. Without saying a word, he let everyone into the apartment and went to his room to get changed, coming out in a pair of jeans, muted red t-shirt and a black blazer. 

After they sat down at the table, the team attempted to get Spencer to talk. He said a few words here and there, but not much else. When the employees at the restaurant came over, cake in hand and singing happy birthday, Spencer began to cry. Along with Todd, one of his and Y/N’s friends at the restaurant, came a letter from him to Spencer.

“What is this?” Spencer asked, confused at the piece of paper in Todd’s hand.

“Just take it,” he replied. “I was supposed to give it to you if Y/N ever passed away.”

A tear slipped from his eye onto the paper in his hand as he opened it. “What does it say?” Garcia asked misty-eyed. He read aloud.

My dearest Spencer,

We’ve been together since we were kids. Started as best friends, awkwardly got together at 16, joined the Bureau and started a beautiful life together. If you’re reading this, it’s because I’m no longer there. That’s what this letter, and future ones, will be for - to help you move on in the wake of my passing. I know you, and I know that you’ll be devastated over my loss. I am pretty awesome, so I understand, but you’re too young to let my loss derail your entire life. Tonight, I imagine you’re out with everyone. Send them my love. Anyway, I want you to enjoy a piece of that cake we had when we first moved to DC - you know, the unbelievably decadent chocolate layer cake that gave me a foodgasm a la When Harry Met Sally? I want you to eat that. If not for you, then for me. Damn I want that cake now. After that, I want you and everyone else to go to the park a take a walk around the lake. Look around, take some solace under one of the big oak trees, and know I’m right there with you. 

I know your brain and I know you’re going to try and figure out when your next letter is coming, but don’t. It will ruin the spontaneity and that’s the point of this - get you out of that beautiful head of yours. Not in it.

It’s okay to grieve, and it’s okay to move on.

I love you, 

Y/N

Folding the letter carefully so as not to damage it, Spencer put it in his pocket, but not before quite a few tears fell onto the worn parchment. Without ordering, Todd brought him a piece of cake, and with the slightest smile, he took a bite, bringing to mind the way Y/N’s eyes rolled into the back of her head when she’d taken her first taste.

“Ready to go to the park?” Hotch asked, after they paid the bill. Spencer looked at his friends with guilt, like they didn’t need to go with him, but Hotch read his mind. “Of course we’re going with you.” As they stood up from the table, Hotch clapped him on the back. “We’ll always be with you.”

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A month later, Spencer had been back to work, but he was by no means okay. Every day, he woke up and for a split second, he felt that she wasn’t gone; he felt like he could breathe again. It would always feel like she was right next to him, but when he’d turn to the side, she wouldn’t be there.

It was the weekend. The team wanted him to go out, get out of the apartment. For the past week or so he’d been isolating himself again, but he had no desire to get out. All of a sudden, he heard a knock at the door.

“Spencer,” he heard from outside the door. It sounded a lot like Y/N, just older. His mother-in-law?

“Mom?” he called as he opened the door. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m here to give you this,” she said, handing him an envelope. “Call me after you read it, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, too, Mom,” he cracked. “I’ll talk to you later.”

As he returned to the couch, he opened the envelope. 

My forever love,

My second letter. Brought to you by my mother. Since we were kids, she hoped we’d be together. Well, she got her wish. Although she didn’t want to think about the possibility, I insisted she hold my second letter for you. Remember how we always talked about going to Italy one day? I wanted to get in touch with my roots? Well, you’re going. With my mom and dad. They’re going to introduce you to the land of my relatives and because I’m always with you, I’ll be able to go there too. If you haven’t seen it already, inside the envelope is a plane ticket. My mom actually put it there, probably recently, but you know what I mean. I need you to go. I need you to realize that it is okay to do things that remind you of me without feeling guilty about it. I want you to go. Take some time off. Tell Hotch the order was from me, I don’t think he’ll disobey my wishes lest I haunt him from beyond the grave. When you get over there, have some lemon gelato for me. I’ve always wanted to try it. Remember, no matter where you go, I’ll be there and my parents will always love you. Have fun and remember…

It’s okay to grieve and it’s okay to move on.

I love you,

Y/N

At Y/N’s behest, Spencer walked into work the next day and asked for two weeks off. When he asked why, Spencer showed him the letter. “She’s right,” he said, “I wouldn’t want her to haunt me from the grave - and I know she would.”

That Friday, he was on the plane to Italy with his mother and father-in-law, and as soon as they touched the ground, the headed to the gelato shop next to the hotel. The fresh, cold lemon taste coated his tongue, bringing a smile to his face as he thought of what Y/N would’ve thought. Foodgasm came to mind.

                                                  ————–

Upon his return home, Spencer returned to work with pictures and stories of his late wife’s homeland. “So how are you feeling?” Morgan asked as he rifled through the pictures. “How’re you in-laws?”

“They’re pretty okay actually. They miss her, as we all do, but they also know she wouldn’t want anyone wallowing in sadness, so they do their best to move past it. Frankly, they are better at it than I am,” Spencer replied. “As for me…I still need time. I don’t know how long it’s going to be before I can look at her picture without my heart dropping. Maybe it never will, but I need time.”

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Week after week went by until it had been almost three months since his last letter, when all of a sudden it came to him. This time, courtesy of JJ. “Hey, Spence. This is from Y/N. I have no idea what it says, but she told me, you might need us after this one, so do you want me to stay while you read it?” He shook his head, inviting her into the apartment as he unfolded the letter, staring at his love’s familiar handwriting. Again, he read it aloud for JJ to hear.

Hi honey,

If I know you, and after nearly 30 years together, as friends and lovers, I think I do, your spirits picked up a bit after the last letter, but our anniversary is in a few weeks and I wanted this to be done before then, when your mood will undoubtedly dip down again…

For a second, he turned away from the letter, laughing at how well his wife knew him. 

That’s why this letter came now. I know you. You know sitting around my things isn’t healthy for you. Sure, there are things you’ll always want to keep, but my clothes? My crap jewelry? The painting on the wall that I love and you hate? There’s no need for these things to remain holding you down. I’m gone. Keep my wedding dress. Keep our childhood pictures together. Keep my good jewelry (if for no other reason than to hock that shit if you ever need money), but don’t keep the unnecessary garbage, just because it’s mine. That’s why I asked JJ to stay - and to have everyone else on call. I know it’s going to be difficult to throw out my things, but they’ll be there to help you, and it needs to be done. I’ll always be with you, whenever you need me. 

Remember…It’s okay to grieve and it’s okay to move on.

I love you,

Y/N

“Tomorrow?” Spence asked as he turned to JJ.

She got up from the couch, kissing his forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow. With everyone else in tow.”

                                                ————–

The next day, JJ, Morgan, Garcia, Emily, Hotch and Rossi all showed up at Spencer’s door, ready to help in any way they could. When he agreed to this, it was because he had just read the letter and wanted to do what she’d asked of him, but now, seeing them in his apartment, Spencer nearly broke down. He couldn’t do this, could he? Get rid of the remnants of the life they once lived?

However, silently, they made their way into the apartment and over the next couple of hours, they put her clothes into donation bags, her fake jewelry in the garbage, and that painting he hated off the wall. As they were saying goodbye, Spencer panicked, unable (or so he thought) to let go of the past. He collapsed into Morgan’s shoulder, sobbing, but no one left - and no one said a word. After the tears had dried, they took her things with them and when the door closed, somehow, he felt lighter.

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In less than a month, it would be a year since she’d passed. Every day was a little bit better than the last. He still saw his in-laws all the time - and every day he still grieved, but it was getting better. Months upon months had passed between the letters this time, but this time, he found the letter himself.

My Predictable Husband,

You’re looking in the wedding album, aren’t you? Haven’t been able to since my funeral? This will be my last letter. My first memory of you was when we were four and you were pushing me on the swing. In my own four-year-old way, I knew I loved you then. Over the next 30 years, you were my best friend, my confidant and the absolute love of my life. It was an honor to have been your wife - to spend what little time I had with you. I was who I was because you loved me and for that I will always love you. My last wish for you is this…don’t close yourself off to the idea of love again. One day, some lucky lady will come across the beautiful BAU doctor and fall in love with his smiling eyes and fluffy hair. Let her in. I want you to be happy and if you find someone else that makes you happy, take that chance and run with it - and know I’ll be there cheering you on.

Keep these letters. Re-read them occasionally, but don’t let our memories hold you down - let them lift you up to higher places. Remember…

It’s okay to grieve, even years down the road, and it’s okay that you’re moving on.

I love you always,

Y/N

As he turned the paper over, reading the last words she’d ever say to him, he sobbed, crying out in the middle of the room and looking up to the ceiling. Instead of talking to her, he picked up a pen, writing back.

My beautiful, perfect, forever love,

One day, I may fall in love again, but not now. For now, I’ll focus on other kinds of love. Familial, platonic, love of nature. I’ll take in the beauty of the world because you’d want me to and eventually I’ll start to see it again. I was a better man because of you and I have been honored to be your husband. When you died, a piece of me died too, but you brought me back from the brink of insanity and for that I will always love you. You took the time to write to me, so I’ll keep you updated. No matter where I go, who I’m with…just please don’t leave. I hope to feel your presence around me until my dying breath. I’ll write soon.

I’m starting to move passed it, however I’m not quite there yet. Thank you for convincing me it’ll be okay.

I’ll always love you,

Spencer

Frilly Cakes

Fenara/Solas • Kirkwall Oldtown/Eolas Books • Garden-Spirit Modern AU

“Would you like to try that little Orleasian coffee shop today?” Solas asked from the backroom. Fenara rolled her eyes and yanked off her helmet, running her fingers through her hair to get rid of the helmet-head. She was about to answer when she paused. She’d been avoiding it for weeks. Maybe it was time to give it a try.

“Um, sure? You said it was just around the block right?” she shouted back, resting the helmet on her hip. Solas peeked his head out from behind the door frame.

“Really?”

“Sure. You keep asking me, and you’ve told me that apparently its ‘to die for’, so why not?”

Solas beamed at her. “Just give me a few minutes to lock up the shop.”

Fenara nodded and ran her hand through her hair again nervously as she set her helmet down on the counter in its usual spot. He bustled around piling books and locking doors before motioning broadly towards the front door, which he followed her out of, locking it securely before pulling the security bar across the lock. She froze as he held out his arm for her to take, barely concealing a blush.

“If I may be so bold?”

She stammered in response and stuck her hands in her pockets, muttering a polite refusal. Solas nodded and dropped his arm to his side, smiling at her as though nothing had happened.

“Its just over here. Follow me.”

They rounded the corner and walked a little ways down the block, stopping in front of a small, but cozily lit bakery, the pink and yellow striped awning over the window shielding the inside from the sun’s rays. He opened the door and motioned her inside, holding it for her.The interior of the little shop smelled like lemons and butter. The plump woman behind the counter smiled at Solas.

“Monsieur Erelan, a delight to see you again,” she said in a high pitched, Orlesian accent. Fenara blinked at the last name. It seemed so strange hearing him be called anything but Solas.

“Daphne, a delight as always,” he said, grinning back warmly. “Could we get a sampling of your petit fours?”

“Of course, mon ami,” the woman replied, turning and grabbing a large white plate and placing a paper doily on it. Solas motioned to Fenara and she walked into the next room, which was decorated warmly with pink carnations and daisies, and plush velveteen seats. Fenara settled into one of the seats in the corner, Solas sitting on the a little couch next to it, pulling up a low white circular table. A few minutes later Daphne walked up, and placed the plate in the center of the table.

“Chocolate today monsieur? And for ze lady?”

“That would be lovely, Daphne. Fenara?”

“Coffee, please. Black,” Fenara answered, tucking her hands between her knees. Daphne nodded and walked back to the front, returning shortly with a large cup full of steamin hot chocolate, and a equally steaming mug of rich black coffee. Fenara sniffed it appreciatively.

“Nevarran,” she hummed, taking a sip. Solas smiled at her.

“You can identify the origin by the scent? That’s most impressive,” he mused, sipping his hot chocolate. Fenara grinned rolling her eyes.

“I’m something of a connoisseur. Or an addict, according to my brother,” she explained, setting the mug down. “Orlesian coffee tastes like it was made in a Chantry. Nevarran coffee is the good stuff.”

“Hmmm… then you’d like this one,” Solas said, pointing to one of the tiny squares of cake and spinning it towards her. “I believe that is her tiramisu. I’ve never really been a fan of the espresso flavor in it.”

He watched her curiously as she picked up the square and popped it in her mouth, her eyes shutting in reverence as she chewed slowly, opening them slowly as she smiled.

“That. Was amazing,” she sighed, sitting back in the seat. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had anything quite as good.”

“She is quite the baker,” Solas mused, looking them over and then selecting one of the cakes closer to the middle.

“What’s that one?”

“Vanilla bean,” he said, taking a bite. “It’s one of my personal favorites, so she always gives me two. You can have the other one,” he continued around the mouthful of cake. Fenara selected the cake that looked identical, her eyes turning skyward as the sugary, delicate pop of real vanilla bean hit her tongue, silently thanking the Creators that they gave her this singular moment.

“This cannot get any better,” she laughed, smiling widely. Solas smirked and handed her a small dark cake with a red cherry on top, cut into a flower.

“Try that.”

Fenara ate it gleefully, her eyes widening in shock. “I stand corrected.”

“Chocolate bourbon cherry?”

“Mmhm.”

Daphne came and refilled her coffee cup three times before they polished through the decadent cakes, both sitting back in their seats content. Daphne smiled and handed Solas a small slip of receipt paper. Fenara started digging in her pockets for cash, intent on paying him back.

“Don’t trouble yourself,” Solas chuckled, shaking his head. “This is my treat.”

“Oh please. Let me pay you back for this,” Fenara half begged, shoving a twenty in his direction. He took it and folded it, placing it back in her hand.

“Nara, I insist. Let me do this for you.”

She mock pouted, crossing her arms. “Fine.”

“Thank you.”

This made her laugh loudly. “I’m the one who should be thanking you, Solas.”

“Seeing you smile was thanks enough, lethallin,” Solas replied, beaming at her. Fenara fought down another blush, standing and gathering herself quickly to hide it. Solas paid at the till, and held the door for her again as they exited. The walk back to the bookshop was quiet, both lost in their own thoughts. When the front door clicked open again, Fenara hung her head.

“I should get back to work,” she whispered, brushing past him to collect her helmet.

“As should I,” Solas answered. “But please, feel free to come back again tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Solas,” Fenara said, flashing hima smile before her face was obscured by the thick tinted glass of her visor. She brushed past him again and fired up the ancient vespa, kicking the stand out from under it and turning out of her parking spot, waving one handed.

I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Summary: Bucky Promised he’d be home for Christmas, but a mission is taking longer than expected. Will he make it home in time? 

Word Count: 1,749

A/N: I couldn’t resist writing this little fic for all you lovelies. I hope each and every one of you has a wonderful holiday and an even better new year. Happy Holidays, everyone <3

Originally posted by forever-winter-wonderland

“I promise, Y/N, doll. I’ll be home for Christmas.” Bucky’s voice was soft, soothing as he wrapped you in a tight embrace, peppering kisses over your face in an attempt to distract you from your worries.

“But what if something happens? What if you get hurt? Or the mission takes longer than expected? Or…w-what if -“

Bucky interrupted you, shaking his head. “Don’t even think of finishing that sentence. Nothing’s going to happen, doll. This is a routine mission. We’ll be in and out. We’ll be back in no time, babygirl, you’ll see.”

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Zosan Fic Rec List

This is for Pixel @ltws​ cause we are filthy sinners with very similar tastes and I need to compile all the wonderful fics I’ve read to show them. 
These are all fics I have personally enjoyed enough to rec. They’re in no particular order, though my favourites will be around the top!!

*Note: “Sin rating” refers to how Sinful the do is. Low being mostly vanilla, Medium being raunchy, High being kinky. The “length ratings” are: Very Short for under 10k words, Short for under 30k, Medium between 30k and 100k, Long for above 100k, and Very Long for above 180k.

  1. Fluency
    Length: Very Long, Sin Rating: Low/Medium (I’m giving it a halfway because the sexual tension is getting wild)
    I’m pretty sure everyone and their mother has read Fluency by Unda. It’s a Fantasy AU with the most beautiful world building, that extends even to linguistics (ESPECIALLY linguistics!) and geography. The characterisation is heart meltingly flawless, the plot is intricate and a wild ride, and the depth of Zoro and Sanji’s bond is breaking my heart in the best way. Possibly some of the awesomest character analysis and portrayal I’ve seen, it goes above and beyond.
  2. Make No Mistake
    Length: Very Long, Sin Rating: Low/Medium (for the same reason as Fluency)
    This fic had me pulling two all nighters in a row I kid you not. It’s a modern college AU, but it’s worlds more than just that, another one that just goes… above and beyond. I literally cannot get over how well written everyone is, it explores the Strawhats’ deepest flaws and strongest bonds in new light, with astoundingly clever canon parallels. As you read it, it seems to flow and when you’re done you’re sitting there for weeks still realising new things, and I will be forever analysing it. It’s incredibly real. A fair warning that it’s very dark at times, and while it’s super fun, it’s a serious read and heavy to get through, so pace yourself(unlike me). Also note that it’s not just Zosan (and that the pairing has a super slow build) as it also includes Frobin and other side pairings, not to mention the best running-gag concerning Trafalgar D. Law I’ve read to date that is hilarious.
  3. In Your Dreams
    Length: Medium, Sin Rating: High (I’m upping this rating from Medium to High due to one scene that I can’t really explain without ruining things)
    Set in the OP verse, Zoro is a cambion; meaning he’s half incubus. This was one of the first fics I read and I was slightly dubious about the whole “Zoro being half ‘sex demon’” thing but it is written BEAUTIFULLY and there is 0 mischaracterisation of Zoro; he’s the same old Zoro. It adds dynamics I very much appreciate, and which present for interesting points and circumstances. The slow build makes the conclusion that much sweeter.
  4. Wrong Number
    Length: Medium, Sin Rating: Low (possibly will progress to medium? Who knows)
    This is a modern AU, and probably my favourite fluffy modern AU. Like, Zoro and Sanji are so sweet in this. It’s also another fic I think a lot of people have read, and of all the people that have read it, I’m sure the majority of them want to bang primary school teacher!Zoro. I fully approve of this cause Zoro’s hot as hell AND good with kids. This fic also doesn’t sacrifice any of Zoro and Sanji’s character traits, it has a beautiful flow, and a good balance of suspense and satisfaction. The karaoke scene is smokin hot as well as hilarious.
  5. The Roronoa Fruit
    Length: Medium, Sin Rating: Low
    Set in the OP verse, this is another slow build Zosan fic where they move from friends to lovers, with a pretty cool plot if I do say so myself.  Another one of the fics I read early on, I must confess I’ve forgotten many of the details. Overall it’s a pretty touching, accurate, and enjoyable read!
  6. Bite Me
    Length: Long, Sin Rating: Medium (For some details that I again, can’t explain without ruining the surprises.)
    Set in the OP verse with a slight deviation from the canon. At first you may also be unsure about how you feel in regards to vampire!Sanji but I promise you, it’s super well done and you won’t be the least bit skeptic. The whole fic is handled realistically, in character, and with deep feeling. It’s a wild ride for your heart, honestly. Definitely note the tag “Angst and Porn” because… yeah.
  7. Once More With Feeling
    Length: Short, Sin Rating: n/a
    AKA my heart destroyed in just 25k words. This fic, though a Zosan fic, is mostly about the Strawhats and is all Sanji-centric. Honestly, Sanji has had a pretty bad time in canon, and this was like the icing on the cake of Sanji’s Suffering: a decadent cake very worthy of it’s subject. This small extension of canon left me in a puddle of tears and I loved every bit of it. It has a happy ending, a beautiful message, and the Zosan is the cherry on top.
  8. Arrow
    Length: Medium, Sin Rating: Low
    This fic is written in a unique style. It’s set in canon/an addition to canon, and is an interesting exploration of Zoro and Sanji. There’s some super cool imagery and ideas explored between these two! Another friends to lovers kind of deal.
  9. Aural Pleasure 
    Length: Medium, Sin Rating: Low
    Set in canon, this is an addition where something different happens to Zoro and all the Strawhats have to work through it. Sanji helps Zoro recover from a head injury that leaves the swordsman with aphasia, meaning Zoro initially cannot decipher speech/language or speak anymore. There’s a slow build, a lot of miscommunication, and Sanji being kind of a jerk and an idiot at one point, but the ending is super satisfying, good and sweet.
  10. Speak
    Length: Very Short, Sin Rating: High
    OP verse ficlet. An established relationship with well handled light bondage that explores the use of a gag/mouth bit on Zoro and Sanji. (hint: Zoro can talk around a sword and Sanji is a moaning mess.)
  11. A Mile In His Shoes
    Length: Very Short, Sin Rating: Medium
    Another fic pretty much the same as above, except the aspect being explored isn’t gagging, it’s a bodyswap.
  12. Sick Strawhats
    Length: Short, Sin Rating: n/a
    Another Strawhat centric fic acting as an addition to canon, with Zosan and Frobin. It’s a little slow to start, but soon super hilarious and fluffy after that, bringing you a handful of classic one liners such as “WE ALL KNEW HE WAS AS STRAIGHT AS HIS EYEBROWS.”

    (And now the part where I self promote but hey)
  13. Stripped Bare
    Length: Currently Short, most likely to end up Medium/Long, Sin Rating: Currently Low, (would be n/a but due to the nature of the au I’m upping it) most likely to end up as Medium.
    A modern AU centered around Zosan, with Frobin and Namivivi on the side. The two most common bits of feedback I get on this is that firstly, it being a Stripper+College AU, people are dubious about the premise. But everyone thus far has been super pleased with what they’ve found and gotten hooked immediately, so if I’m to believe the general consensus, it’s been handled and written well! And secondly, people are wary of mischaracterisation. Which I can totally understand, as people often write Zosan out of character, especially to fit into AU’s. However, rest assured that everyone has been thrilled with how true the characters stay to themselves and are loving the characterisation. I can say it’s gonna have light angst, be slow build, and have a pretty wild plotline with a happy ending.
  14. Imperatives
    Length: Very Short, Sin Rating: High
    A ficlet set in the OP verse with an established relationship, it focuses on Zoro and Sanji discovering they’re both kinda into some kinky shit and trying it out for the first time. Again, I’ve gotten the same sort of feedback: people are loving the characterisation, and apparently this PWP ‘feels like it has plot’ because of how much substance the dynamic between Zoro and Sanji has, and how their portrayal is spot on. Fluff at the end to top it off!

This concludes my now…very lengthy and detailed fic rec list. This is for Pixel, but I wrote it in general in case anyone is curious or looking for fics so I’ll put it in the zosan tag!

huntersgonnahunt  asked:

"Uh...I don't know if you wike chocowate cake but I bwought you some. Happy biwthday, duck." ((And the mun can't resist wishing Daffy a happy birthday too because he was one of her favourite toons while growing up and still to this day. Hope to see him around for many more decades.))

Chocolate cake!? Who didn’t like chocolate cake!? He looked down at the presented cake with excitement, fully prepared to just dig into it right there – before shooting Elmer with a look of scrutiny.

“Hang on — you wouldn’t bake a bear trap into a cake on my birthday, would ya?” It was more a joke than anything – Elmer could be alright, when he wasn’t trying to kill him. “Thanks. It actually looks good.”

“Hungary’s favourite dessert” – the Somloi sponge cake

This decadent Hungarian trifle recipe is known as ‘somloi galuska’ , and is made with three different-flavored sponge cakes, pastry cream, raisins, walnuts, chocolate sauce, and whipped cream.

The traditional presentation is to scoop three balls of this dessert into a bowl or on a plate, dollop with whipped cream and garnish with chocolate sauce. A modern presentation is to cut it into squares so the different layers are evident. Rum is traditionally used in the simple syrup and chocolate sauce, but it can be omitted.

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Gintama anime ep 301/manga chaps 504 - 506

Dear Gintama gods and Sorachi-sama,

Oh have I been waiting for this moment! This meeting, for me, was YEARS in the making. When Kamui made his first appearance in the Yoshiwara arc, I quickly realized at some point how similar he was to Okita, that they were essentially two sides of the same exact coin, and to that end I’ve been imagining how their meeting would go with fevered anticipation should that day come about. I never thought it would actually happen, but when you magically fulfilled my wish to perfection in chapter 505, I almost cried in happiness. I remember the high I felt from seeing my dreams illustrated kept me in a joyous state for weeks afterward.  Then, to see it given life in such a glorious manner in this episode, I am not ashamed to admit a few tears did wet my eyes.The gleeful, squeaky noises I was making while watching were actually hurting my poor dogs’ ears. My only lament is that everything happened too fast and was therefore over too quickly. I believe some dialogue was even cut out; especially missed was this one scene which so perfectly captured why Okita and Kamui was a match made in Gintama Heaven:

If it wasn’t already obvious, of course I ship Okita and Kamui (OkiKa? OkiMui?). I’m a silly fangirl, after all, how can I not? In fact, if I may just waste your time a little to delve further into my silly fangirl notions, in an alternate universe where I am the ruler of everything and everyone, not only would OkiMui be a thing, GinHiji would be bonafide canon, and so would TakaZura, KonTae and Shinbume. And actually, before OkiMui becomes a thing, I also am open to some dalliances between HijiOki and AbuMui. What about Kagura, you ask? Well in my universe she would be too busy ruling over Kabukichou and acting as personal bodyguard to Shogunness SoyoSoyo to have time for the likes of silly men (and if she should ever want to have some fun, there’s always Tamagahara). However, in this universe, I know only two of the above options are at all possible: KonTae and Shinbume, especially the former who are practically canon at this point (I’m kind of forcing it with Shinbume, I know…I just don’t want Shinpachi to be alone or with just his 2D/3D obsessions). All I could hope for in this universe is that Gintoki and Hijikata stay single and their lives continue to intertwine; Takasugi and Zura make up and be friends again; and Okita and Kamui have more dynamic meet ups like this; and maybe some day be friendly enough to have a drink together instead of going full psycho right at the get-go. In this universe, I also therefore support OkiKagu since they are quite adorable together and a perfect fit, and thankfully are close to being canon by now. If Kagura can one day make up with her brother, then perhaps Kamui could become a friendly bro-in-law with Okita in the future and my hope for them to have at least a friendship would be closer to being reality. (Well, that is…if Kamui doesn’t actually go ahead and commit patricide, in which case, I guess the chances of him and Kagura making up would be down to the negatives.) Anyway, that is my silly hope for the future of Gintama, and that is probably more than you ever want, need, like, or care to know about my silly fangirl way of thinking.

In fact, you are probably seeing red at this point because you’re most likely thinking, “here I am pouring my blood, sweat and tears over my masterpiece and all you care about are the SHIPS?? No wonder people hate silly fangirls like you!” All I can say is please, do not think for one minute that is all that matters to me. I would have loved Gintama no matter what, ships or not. The fact that it has a high shippability quotient is purely the scrumptious, delectable icing on an already decadent cake that is so orgasmically good that it is more than capable of causing a person’s clothes to spontaneously combust upon tasting. Gintama is the pandora’s box of all that is awesome and wonderful, and I doubt anyone who has come as far as I have in your story would disagree.

It was amazing that they were able to cover three chapters in one episode, but I guess that’s why some dialogue from the manga had to be regrettably excluded. Still, while things happened at lightening speed, they also did not seem rushed, if that makes any sense, and I was amazed that they were able to cover so much ground so quickly. I thought the reveal about ShigeShige wouldn’t come until at least one more episode, but then fitting it in this episode somehow made sense. The reveal was made more powerful by the music backing the moment. The bgm was also used effectively when Kamui made his entrance but I loved how it cut out to silence as soon as the showdown between him and Okita started. That was just PERFECT. I loved that it was Hijikata’s idea to have Okita on the ship; my God, if he hadn’t been there, Soyo Hime would’ve definitely been done for! I love that despite all of Okita’s ill intentions toward Hijkata, when it comes down to serious business, he always puts aside their differences and fulfills his duty by following Hijikata’s orders. 

I loved seeing that serious look on Gintoki before he started to knock down the enemies. I almost wished everything wasn’t happening at sunset because I wanted to really see all that was occurring in better detail, in the air and on the ground. Still it was all just so well-executed! And just watching everyone work together filled me with so much joy. I loved the intricate plotting of all the double-crossing, ultimately to fish out the traitors in the shinobi clan.  Lastly, on a more frivolous and superficial note, may I also say that Hijikata looks damned good in shinobi garb? Kondou wasn’t too bad either. Thank you for that and for everything else!

Yours truly,

A silly fangirl with yaoi dreams

(^3^)

Favorite GinHiji Moment:

(It was funnier in your original work, Sorachi-sama)