My desk area some days ago! I find that using napkin holders for holding my books on my desk works great as a form of decoration AND for storage :D perfect match! And a good way to add some bling to the desk!
i’m pretty confident a lot of the blogs i follow became inactive since i had my little hiatus so i need new blogs to follow lol. like/reblog this if any of these things are on your blog and i’ll follow!
Wedding AU — “In this upcoming issue of WHIRL Magazine, we have the exclusive wedding photos of Pittsburgh Penguins’ superstars, Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin! Crosby and Malkin have been dating for several years before finally tying the knot in front of friends, family, former teammates, and current teammates. While the ceremony was very formal and elegant, the reception was filled with fun and laughter and included endless selfies, penguin-themed decorations, and a Stanley Cup cake to match the one they won this past season!”
Summary: Kyungsoo is a 20 year old college student. He’s your average college student, broke and eating ramen noodles for days. Although his social awkwardness is most indefinitely not average. He avoids all human contact at all costs, and finds cashiers absolutely terrifying. But alot of us can relate to that, right? Kyungsoo’s awkwardness often leads to horrible situations and missed opportunities, but one day he realizes his awkwardness has given him the chance to meet his polar opposite and quite possibly future boyfriend.
The two males walked down the wet sidewalk, the smell of freshly fallen rain invading their nostrils.
Kyungsoo always found comfort in rainy weather. Many people would disagree with his opinion. Preferring the warm rays of the sun to hit their skin, to the cold and wet rain of the grey sky. But then again he was always odd.
Kyungsoo hugged his jacket closer to his small frame, head looking at his black shoes, covered in rain.
“What are you majoring in, Kyungsoo?” He heard the voice of the tan male question. Kyungsoo turned his head, giving a quick glance at Jongin, “Literature.” He responded simply. “What about you Jongin?” He asks, avoiding looking at the man next to him. “Performing arts.” He replied. Jongin shot another question at Kyungsoo in order to break the awkward aura surrounding the two. “Why did you choose literature as a major?” Kyungsoo chuckled. “You feel awkward right now, don’t you?” He asks, a smile tugging on his lips, Jongin opens his mouth, nothing spilling out of his lips. “I have that effect on people.” Kyungsoo responds, a playful tone in his voice.
“I chose literature as a major because I enjoy reading. Ever since I was a child I always had a book in my hand, although I was teased by other children, so I kind of gave up reading for a few years. But now here I am.” He explains, reminiscing at the old memories, which he often cringed to at night when his brain would not let him sleep.
Jongin smiled. Turning his head away from the small male. He pointed to the entrance of a small cafe. “Here we are Kyungsoo.” Jongin walks ahead quickly, opening the door for the latter.
Kyungsoo’s eyes are met with a cozy interior. The walls decorated with warm hues of brown, bookshelves overflowing with books, portraits of landscapes hung on the walls, and wooden chairs and tables to add to the decor of the cafe. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the scent of coffee and vanilla.
“Why don’t you go find us a table? I’ll order us something.” Jongin explains, tone soft and gentle. Kyungsoo nodded eagerly, before turning on his heel and marching off to find a spot for the two to enjoy the rest of their day.
Kyungsoo settled on a small table, that was rather secluded from the rest of the clients enjoying their coffee. The table was placed next to a bookshelf which held classic literature books. And small knick knacks, one of which included a small bear. Which he found absolutely adorable. He slid his jacket off his delicate shoulders, placing it on the back of the metal chair. He sat down, chin now resting in the palm of his hand as his eyes scanned over the books. His attention slowly drifted from the books over to the counter. His eyes locked on the man who was now handing over bills of money to the cashier. Kyungsoo raised a brow as he watched him conversing so easily with the cashier.
“That’s pure witchcraft. How can he so easily talk with people?” Kyungsoo asked himself, frowning his pale fingertips tapping against his chin.
His sulking about his mediocre social skills was interrupted by a rapid buzz in his back pocket. He looked over to Jongin, who was now patiently waiting for the coffee. He fished his phone out of his pocket, pushing the home button to see his screen light up, ’ 15 new messages from Byun Baekhyun’.
Kyungsoo unlocked his phone quickly, Baekhyun could be a nuisance. But Kyungsoo knew he meant well, so he let him off the hook. His finger tapped at the notification, Baekhyun’s messages now in sight.
Baekhyunnie:“Where are you”?
Baekhyunnie:“Answer your absolutely stunning, hot, and amazing roommate :(”
Baekhyunnie:“You should’ve been home from class by now!!“
Baekhyunnie:“Have you been murdered?? And is it up to your trusty roommate to solve the case?“
Baekhyunnie:“Maybe you haven’t been murdered and you’ve just went home with some hot guy to get somE DICC???“
Baekhyunnie:“Have your days of being an antisocial virgin come to an end? Has my little baby finally begun to grow up??? :D”
Baekhyunnie:“Wait…if what I said was true…you’re probably getting pounded into a mattress right now…ewww…but you’re definitely a bottom right? I can’t see you as a top…I just can’t…”
Alright. That was it. Tonight was the night Byun Baekhyun would be brutally murdered. Kyungsoo could see it now. ‘22 Year Old Male Found Dead In College Dorm Room’ headlining every newspaper around. But…Kyungsoo took Baekhyun’s words into consideration, his mind wandering to the unholiest of places. He shook his head violently, slamming his phone down and bringing his hands up to his burning cheeks.
As his cheeks cooled and the scarlet shade of his cheeks faded, he picked his phone back up again, ready to brave Baekhyun’s messages.
Baekhyunnie:“You should be done by now! None of those guys could even last a minute, let alone 15!
Baekhyunnie:“Wait…don’t ask how I know that. Continue moaning your head off buddy~ ;))))”
Baekhyunnie:“Wait…what if I’m just in denial and in all actuality you’ve been murdered???? :(”
Baekhyunnie:“hahaha I’m crazy”
Baekhyunnie:“You’d be the one murdering”
Kyungsoo nodded his head, that he could agree with.
Baekhyunnie:“omg what if I’m living with a murderer”
Kyungsoo snorted, already beginning to formulate ways to make Baekhyun shit himself in fear.
”Texting a friend?” The male across from his asked, eyebrow raised in amusement. Kyungsoo choked on his saliva, looking up at Jongin with wide eyes. He quickly turned his phone off, the screen going black. He set his phone down on the wooden table, his hands falling to his lap. “H-how long were you there..?” Kyungsoo asks, biting his lip.
Jongin laughs. “I wasn’t here long. Don’t worry Kyungsoo.” He assures, shooting a bright smile at Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo laughs nervously, nodding. He shakes his head and clears his mind. “So! What did you get us?” He asks, his elbows now resting on the table and his chin resting comfortably in his palms. Jongin grins. “I got us a Vanilla Latte~.” He responds, sliding Kyungsoo’s coffee over to him. “I hope you like it. You didn’t tell me what you wanted so I just chose my favorite drink and hoped for the best.” He said with a grin. Kyungsoo smiled, his lip in between his white teeth.
Kyungsoo lifted the warm beverage up to his pink lips, taking a small sip to avoid getting his tongue burnt. He let out a surprised squeak, swallowing before setting the cup down and smiling. “You made a good choice. It is really good!” He says with a smile. Jongin laughs. “Glad you liked it.” Jongin turns, grabbing a small bag and taking two cake pops out of the brown bag. “I got us two cake pops. Here’s yours.” He explains, taking one decorated as a penguin out and handing it to Kyungsoo. Jongin next takes out his own that’s decorated as a bear. “They’re cute aren’t they?” Jongin asks, smiling warmly at Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo nods, taking a small nip at his pop. He straightens in his seat, taking the pop out of his mouth. “About yesterday…I am so sorry for making you go through that trouble. I never intended for that. It was really irresponsible of me.” He apologizes to Jongin. He chuckles. “Hey don’t worry about it! If anything, I’m glad you dropped that key. I wouldn’t have asked you to come here with me otherwise.” He explains, twirling the pop inbetween his fingers.
Kyungsoo laughs, a light pink dusting over his round cheeks. He takes another sip of his coffee, the temperature cooling. “Why would you invite me here of all people? What about those girls you always flirt with during class?” Kyungsoo asks jokingly. Trying to hide the slight disappointment he was feeling.
Jongin smiles. “I don’t know, you just caught my attention.” He responded truthfully. Taking a gulp of his coffee. “I’d seen you around, but never got a good look at your face. You’re always hiding behind your hood.” Kyungsoo laughs nervously, ’He noticed?! ’ He screeched at himself inside his head. “If I had a pretty face like yours, I would proudly show it off.” Jongin adds, smiling. Kyungsoo raises his hands up and shakes them in attempt to disagree with Jongin.
“Pretty? It’s as if my skin has never seen the light of day, I’m as pale as a ghost!” Kyungsoo whines to the man across from him. “Look at you! You’re tan, you’re sexy, you have god-like features, you have it all!” Kyungsoo grumbles out, slouching in his seat. “This world isn’t fair, I look like some tiny, ugly, troll. And you look like the type of guy that makes girls kiss the ground you walk on. You’re simply that goddamn gorgeous.” Kyungsoo spat out.
At that moment Kyungsoo wanted to leave the cafe, buy a plane ticket to who knows where, and leave the country forever. He now realized why he absolutely loathed himself.
Jongin laughed, a loud joyous laugh. His perfectly straight white teeth in view. Kyungsoo felt his heart flutter. Was everything this guy did attractive? It annoyed Kyungsoo. How this handsome ass man decided to waltz into his life so unexpectedly and make him so absolutely confused. Did he hate this guy for being so drop dead fine? Kyungsoo shook his head in frustration.
“Even if those girls showed a slightest interest in me, I would reject them. I’m not into girls.” Jongin admits casually. Kyungsoo’s hands tangle into his hair, his teeth immediately finding purchase on his plump lip. This man would ruin him.
“So…you’re into guys?” Kyungsoo asks, his gaze on the wooden table. Jongin snorts. “Yep. I’m as gay as it gets.”
Kyungsoo’s sweet smile turned to a grimace. “I have a feeling that we’ll get along just fine.”
At that moment, Kyungsoo realized that yesterday’s awkward situation would become one of his most treasured memories.
I suck at updating ;-; I’ll try to update more frequently. My brain was just being really mean and didn’t give me any good ideas. So I was uninspired and frustrated ;-; but something popped into my head tonight and I made sure to write it! I hope this chapter was enjoyable.
FF# 40: It’s Christmas Eve, Carter Bowen (Step Away)
This is my first attempt at one of these Flash Fic challenges. The prompt was Christmas Eve. I hope I’ve done it right!
Who invited Carter
Bowen to this Christmas party? That was foremost in Oliver Queen’s mind as
he entered Queen Inc.’s lobby and spotted his childhood nemesis on the other
side of the room. It was the first official social event, post-renaming, and
the room sounded like a beehive accompanied by seasonal music.
Rather than making it a stuffy gala affair, Felicity had
suggested something different – a two-hour informal gathering for a last minute
toy drive. Everyone was asked to bring a wrapped gift and afterwards they would
be distributed to the local hospitals in time for Christmas morning. Since the event
would be short, people could get back to their usual traditions. The room was
festooned with white trees and silver garland with pops of red glass balls.
Oliver’s day had been crazy, filled with grocery shopping
for Christmas dinner, last minute wrapping, a workout with Digg and then a
quick stop home to clean up and dress for the occasion. That made him
approximately 30 minutes late – fashionable by some standards, unforgivable by
Felicity’s. She was the CEO now and while she was perfectly comfortable in the
boardroom, she was still unaccustomed to being a hostess. She was counting on Oliver
to step up and deploy his Queen charm to take the rough edges off the social
awkwardness she swore she had, but no one actually noticed.
Why was Carter Bowen
standing so close to Felicity? That was second-most in Oliver’s mind. Why
was he flashing his expensive smile and preening in a Hugo Boss suit, like Hugo
Boss was still alive and he’d sewn it especially for his favorite client,
Carter Bowen? Felicity looked fetching tonight in a green blouse and black
skirt, decorated with snowflakes.
just touch her arm? Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen again. Unfortunately,
the crowd was so dense and people with familiar faces, he knew he wouldn’t make
it across the room in less than ten minutes.
The tinkle of frantic tapping on a champagne flute drew
attention. Felicity, grateful for any distraction from the overly-attentive “TV
doctor,” turned with everyone else. Her eyes lit up and her mouth took on a
There was Oliver, perched atop the Security Desk, holding
his drink and a pen he was using to tap the edge of the glass. He was wearing
it – the penguin sweater she had given him as a Hanukkah gift a few nights earlier.
She laughed so hard when he opened it and held it up to his frame to model it.
She hadn’t expected him to wear it in public, but then it was just like him to
stare danger in the face and wink at it.
He scanned the crowd and finally locked eyes on Felicity. She
bit her bottom lip and he smiled broadly. There was a silent acknowledgement of
his outfit. The bastard looked handsome in everything. The room finally hushed
and he held court. Like Oliver Queen.
“Hey everybody! It’s me.” Oliver projected his voice like he’d
been taking lessons his whole life, because he had and his winning small
already won over the room. “I hope you won’t mind, but this will only take a
minute. First, I know you are all jealous of my sweater, right?” Oliver’s blue
eyes sparkled and the room erupted in laughter at the face of the penguin that decorated
his expansive chest.
“Well, you can’t have it. It was a present from my girl and
I love it.” He grinned at Felicity while faces in the crowd turned, smiling at
her. “Hey, Carter! I see you over there.” Carter Bowen looked at him quizzically.
Oliver waved his hand, indicating he should step away from the blonde. Carter
sighed, now informed, and shifted toward the open bar. Mission accomplished,
Oliver nodded to Felicity with a smirk.
Here, I present to you something @justcasuallymajestic and I started writing together a year ago and forgot about… like if you want us to continue ;) sort of a crack fic, not to be taken too seriously :D
“What do you think you’re doing?! You’ll need this.” Gran Gran handed
over a blue children’s lunchbox decorated with penguins having fun on the ice.
Uncle Iroh and Gran Gran were making a huge fuss around her and although they
meant well, it was a little patronising.
“Uh, thanks Gran Gran.” Katara accepted the gift.
“Would you like a cup of calming jasmine tea?” Iroh asked.
“Honestly, I think I’ll be fine.”
“Oh, and one last thing.” Gran Gran paused and unhooked her necklace,
pressing it into Katara’s hands.
“But… I can’t have this! It’s so important to you!”
“Ever since your mother died, I‘ve been looking for the right moment to
give it to you. I think she would be proud to see you wear it.”
Katara’s eyes opened wide. “It… it was mother’s?! I never knew… I will be
proud to wear it.” She gave her grandmother and Uncle a last hug before turning
towards the grand doors to Kyoshi Academy. A sudden whoosh of air caught her by
surprise and nearly knocked her to the ground. Luckily she was able to regain
her balance as Appa, the school’s sky bison flew past delivering students.
She headed up the steps and a rushing blur of people surrounded her. She
had never been around so many people in her life; the Southern Water Tribe was
a small and remote place, with more penguins than people, and although she was
intimidated by the mass of students she was excited to make friends her own
Katara somehow managed to find her way to her form class without too much
difficulty. She tried asking a small girl for help but the reply she got was,
“Talk to me again and I’ll kick your ass!” so she decided to find her own way. There
were a few empty chairs, so she aimed for the nearest one before a boy wearing
red and yellow robes warned her not to sit there.
“That’s Meng’s boyfriend’s seat!” Katara got pushed out of the way by a
guy who immediately started making out with the girl that was obviously Meng,
before he started foaming at the mouth with excitement and collapsed on top of
her in a tangled mess of limbs.
Katara sat next to a small girl in green clothes with bare feet, behind a
“Not a good idea. That’s the Boulder, he farts a lot.” The small girl
spoke without even looking up. Katara looked frantically around the classroom,
scanning for an empty seat. Noticing one on the other side of the room, she
pushed her way to the front of the class. Of course, this was the exact same
moment the teacher walked in, holding a cup of jasmine tea and a huge pile of
books. They collided head-on. The teacher sprang into defence mode, managing to
save most of her books but unfortunately the tea landed all over a boy dressed
in blue who swaggered in late.
“Aaaagh, why is it that when anything like this happens, I get soaked??!?!?!”
He then slipped on the spilled tea, his stuff flying into the corridor
into the path of a man with a large trolley of fresh, juicy cabbages.
“MY CABBAGES!!!!” He exclaimed as the cart tipped over, cabbages rolling
down the corridor.
An angry looking man with thick sideburns walked in, frowning. His deep
red cape swished as he walked.
“What’s all this commotion, Ms. Suki?” He said. The teacher smiled
“Sorry, sorry, it’s my fault!” Katara exclaimed.
“Ah, you must be the new girl. Kade-ara?”
“It’s pronounced Katara.”
“Are you telling me how to do my job?” The principal scowled.
“Well, anyway. This is our new student, Kadare. She’s from the Southern
There was a collective gasp followed by silence from the whole class.
“Sweet, does that mean you can go penguin sledding with me?” The boy in
the robes spoke up.
“Yeah, sure…” Katara replied, unsure. She sat down behind the Boulder
after all, as the latecomer had taken the last remaining free seat.
The green girl spoke again: “Don’t mind Twinkle Toes over there, he’s
almost too immature to function.”
“I’m Toph.” She turned to face Katara who saw that her eyes were
completely white under her thick black fringe. Katara gasped.
“What’s your problem, Sugar Queen?”
Toph turned back to the front as the teacher started speaking.
Katara gradually zoned out, overwhelmed by the new experience she was
having. The teacher seemed cool but today she just couldn’t focus. And Toph and
Aang kept whispering and distracting her. Katara glanced at the timetable she
had just received, seeing that she had Health and Wellbeing class next.
“Um, do you know where this room is?” Katara said, tapping Toph on the
shoulder and pointing at the room number.
“I can’t see it.” Said Toph flatly.
“Oh, um, sorry…” Katara started to say, before she was cut off by Aang:
“Don’t mind her, let me see… Ah, Health with Mr Bumi…”
“Oh, yeah, that’s in the Projection room above the auditorium.” Toph said
with a slight smile.
“Aah, yeah, the Projection room. My favourite place! We’ll take you
“Really? Thanks!” Katara smiled.
So, the three of them made their way to the Projection room after tutor
“The health class isn’t in here, surely…?” Katara said, looking around at
the piles of junk.
“It was a hundred years ago, but then everything changed when the Fire
Nation attacked.” Said Toph.
“Are you sure this is allowed?”
“Yeah, we’re your friends! We wouldn’t get you into trouble. Besides, we
can have looooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddsssssssssss of fun
Katara knew skipping class wasn’t the right thing to do, but she could
definitely use some friends. After all, Aang had said something about penguin
sledding, and that had to be a good sign, right?
“Okay,” she said.
The auditorium below them suddenly filled with some angsty shouts and
high-pitched screams as a class rushed in and started playing an aggressive
“Ah, they’re playing Redemption,” Aang remarked. “Let’s go and have a
“Well, you guys can, I’m staying right here.” Toph replied stubbornly,
reclining on a seat and resting her bare feet on a pile of boxes.
Katara joined Aang at the window. He pointed at a depressed looking girl,
unenthusiastically dodging people. “That’s Mai Smith. She doesn’t seem to
understand the meaning of the word ‘fun’.”
“Oh, do not get me started on
those fake benders.” Toph interjected from her position across the room. “First
we have Mai Smith. She’s got more doom and gloom than the entire school on
Halloween, though she’s fiercely loyal to the other members of the power trio.
She must be lacking some brain cells or something to have stuck with them this
long as she can’t see that they don’t give a damn about her. Even I can see
that and I can’t even see. Next we
have Ty Lee Weiners.”
“That’s her over there!” Aang pointed out a gymnastic girl dressed
entirely in pink, backfilppipng her way out of her problems and somehow
managing to attack people in their most sensitive areas with the most subtle
“Ty Lee used to be the head of the cheerleading squad until she was
spotted by the all-powerful bitch-mother and recruited as her display best
friend. I don’t think Ty Lee really cares, though, as she just sucks up all the
attention like a glamour-sponge. She’d do anything to appear ‘different’ and
‘cool’. And then we come to Azula. Bitchy McBitch Face herself. Evil takes a
human form in Azula George. Though most of the school don’t seem to see her as
human; they see her as some kind of goddess and role model. It’s mostly
fear-induced but whatever. I don’t see her at all. Unfortunately we all have to
put up with her. You know what I’d do to her if I had the chance? I’d punch her
“Don’t mind Toph, she’s just mad because this one time—”
“Shut it, Twinkle-Toes!!”
“—and Azula came up to her—”
“I SAID, SHUT IT!”
“…Sorry.” Aang looked apologetic.
Katara tried to take all this in as she watched the red form of Azula
dominate the battlefield of the gym. She certainly had some style, which Karata
admired. She had always wanted to play redemption, but unfortunately they
didn’t have any teachers in the south (or any people to play with, for that
matter) so she had never had the chance to learn. Maybe this would be the year
she could finally find a Redemption master to teach her…
In another part of the gym, a bunch of students looked very
unenthusiastic. Their ancient teacher, Mr. Bumi, on the other hand, seemed to
be loving life.
“Sometimes in life people can pressure you into doing things. Now, many
people believe that there are just two options – to have sex or to run away
from sex!” He pointed at the different options on the blackboard with his
walking stick. “BUT! There is a third option that no one seems to talk about!!!
Well, there are actually eighty-five – my pet Flopsy has learnt quite a few
himself…. But for now let’s concentrate on the third. Which is to do….
NOTHING!” Mr. Bumi snorted uncontrollably with laughter. Someone awkwardly
coughed in the back row. “You can wait as long as you want and the other people
will just have to deal with it! By waiting for the right moment to act, it
means you are allowing yourself time to make the right decision and when you do act, it’ll be amazing and people
won’t know what hit them!” More irrational snorts. “Now, everyone take a condom!”
The students reluctantly passed the box around the room, except for The Boulder,
who took a huge handful whilst grinning to his friends.
“Now, students, it’s time for lunch. Lettuce Leaf!!!” He pulled out a
chunk of lettuce he’d been savouring in his pocket and took a huge, mad bite
out of it. The students all filed out of the room, chattering amongst
themselves before one of them – the same guy who had slipped on the tea earlier
– finally got the pun and began
laughing to himself.
“Babe, wake up!” you shook his shoulder only moving him a little bit. “Riker?” you repeated a little sterner. He groaned and rolled over a little.
“What?” his throaty voice echoed. He hated being woke up, even on Christmas morning.
“Come on, we’re all going to open presents soon, all of your cousins are up.” you were especially excited to be giving him his present this year, except you were quite nervous. You were probably more anxious than anything.
“I don’t want to get up!” he whined. You rolled your eyes and walked over to his side of the bed by the window. You quickly grasped the curtains and pulled them open releasing beams of light into the room.
“UGH! Amelia!” he grabbed a pillow and stuffed his face under it, hiding from the light.
“Riker, I will rip these covers from you if you don’t get up!” you threatened, only receiving another moan in response. “Or I could send your brothers in here to jump on you.” You chuckled.
“I’m up. I’m up!” he responded, slowly rising from his bed. He walked past you sending you a glare. You giggled.
“Love you too.” And winked. You looked out the window to see the beautiful mountainous view. Riker walked over to the little cabinet sitting next to the guest bed you were staying in. He pulled out a black Hollister sweatshirt and slipped it on as you gazed out the window.
“I love the Colorado Mountains, and the snow. We don’t have this in LA.” Riker put on his black thick framed glasses and walked to stand next to the window with you.
“Yea me too.” He spoke. Christmas was always your favorite time of year. This year you got to spend it with your husband Riker and his family in Colorado. You had been married for over a year, and you had some very exciting news to tell him. It was the reason you were so anxious to wake him up. You followed him out the door of the guest room.
“I’m going to brush my teeth.” He voiced as you reached the bathroom.
“Okay, meet me in the living room when you’re done.” You walked past the bathroom into the living room where most of his family members sat chatting. You sat next to Rydel on one of the couches. She elbowed you a little.
“You nervous?” she was the only one who knew about what you were about to tell him.
“A little…maybe a lot.” You admitted.
Riker walked into the living rooms followed shortly after by some cousins. He sat next to you on the couch. You laid your head on his shoulder, and he smiled. Stormie beamed at the gathered family.
“Shall we get started?” a few of the younger kids cheered. You sat up, and Riker leaned over to whisper in your ear.
“I’m excited to give you your present, you’re going to be so surprised.” You laughed a little.
“Trust me, I’m pretty sure you’ll be a bit more surprised with mine.” You replied with a cheeky grin. Stormie and another one of Riker’s aunts began to retrieve presents from under the tree. They handed them out to a few people at a time. She handed you a blue wrapped package, from Riker. Then Riker a green wrapped package from you.
“You go first.” Riker spoke.
“Ok.” You started ripping the blue paper, decorated with a few penguins off the box. After you tore all the paper off, it revealed a cardboard box. You opened the lid, taking out all the wads of tissue paper and found a pamphlet. You confused, picked it up and saw the bold heading on the pamphlet. CANCUN, read the top of the folded brochure. Your face grew excited.
“Wait?” Riker cut in.
“Finally we get a trip alone together.” He spoke. You had been begging him for some exclusive time alone for a while. You would especially need it now.
“Thank you so much!” you pecked his lips. You were over thrilled you would get to have a private trip with him. “This will be our last…” You stopped yourself, you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. “Never mind, just open your present.” He looked at you curiously and chuckled a little. He finally started to pull the paper off of the one you gave him. Your heart started beating faster. You started anxiously fidgeting as he finally ripped off the last piece.
The box he unwrapped was a normal sized shoe box, he lifted up the lid, to find a tiny, white, baby shoe. You could see confusion hit his face. He picked up the tiny shoe, holding it in his hands. He looked up at you, and you smirked. Clearly, he didn’t get it right away.
“We might need that in a few months.” You hinted, still waiting for him to understand. You watched as the realization stuck his face. His jaw dropped, and you could see his eyes racing bouncing around the room. You could only imagine what was going through his mind right now. He jumped up from the couch, and ran his fingers through a chunk of hair. He turned to face you.
“You mean?” he stuttered. You nodded your head.
“I’m pregnant.” You stood up, face to face with him. You could see a grin grow wide on his face. The surface of his eyes were glazed with tears. He suddenly wrapped his arms around you. A small laugh escaped his mouth. He pressed his lips against yours, then went back and hugged you again. Of course, immediately as you both pulled back, Stormie ran up to you, and hugged you both. You could see a small tear escaping her eyes too.
“I’m going to be a grandma!” she exclaimed. She was naturally excited for this was her first time finding out also. The only other person who knew prior to this was Rydel. You turned back to Riker whose face was stick dumbstruck. You wiped a tear streaming down his face away and hugged him again. Neither of you could stop smiling. “See, I told you, you’d be more surprised!” he shook his head.
2. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?” 8. “For some reason, I’m attracted to you.”
“I am never drinking again,” Luke stated, his voice muffled by the pillow he was he was shielding his face from the sunlight with.
“You say that every time,” you giggled, entering the room with two plates of pancakes, two glasses of orange juice, and a bottle of aspirin for your hungover boyfriend.
“Well, I mean it this time,” he insisted, “No more alcohol ever.”
“Okay, well, when the boys want to go out again next weekend, I’ll play the bad guy and make you stay home,” you nodded, sitting on the mattress while being careful not to spill anything. You leaned over Luke to put his orange juice on the nightstand, pulling down the pillow slightly to kiss his forehead. “Take that off,” you murmured, “You need to eat breakfast.”
“What’d you make?” he mumbled, slowly moving the pillow so his eyes could adjust.
“Your favorite,” you chirped. He looked at the tray on your lap, seeing the pancakes.
“Would they be your favorite it they weren’t?” you teased. He smiled lazily, squinting as he moved to sit up against the headboard with you.
“Thanks, princess,” he said, leaning over and kissing your cheek. You took your plate off to let him have the tray, watching him take his aspirin to relieve his headache as soon as possible.
It was silent for a few minutes, the only sounds in the room being your forks clinking against the plates and cups being set down on the nightstands every now and then.
“So,” you said randomly, swallowing your bite of pancake, “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”
“From what I can remember?” he chuckled, “I think so. Why? What have you heard?”
“Well,” you smirked slightly, “Ash texted me this morning while I was making the pancakes…”
“Just tell me what I did and get it over with,” he whined, leaning his head back on the headboard since he was finished with his breakfast.
You look your last bite of pancakes, reaching over to grab your phone from your nightstand. You opened it and went to yours and Ashton’s message thread, clearing your throat obnoxiously as you read him the series of messages he sent you.
I’m so sorry you have to deal with Luke’s hangover today, but I thought I’d tell you what he did so it makes you feel a little better.
Luke rolled his eyes as you continued.
As bummed as I am that I couldn’t drink since you couldn’t be our designated driver last night, I’m so happy I got to witness everything I’m about to tell you.
First of all, the house party had various penguin decorations for some reason, so I’ll let you imagine his reaction to that (and he was SOBER for that one, mind you). But the real point of this story is to tell you about what happened before I took him home.
You giggled softly as Luke groaned again.
He was pretty shitfaced (as were the other two idiots) and he stumbled over to Mike and, Y/N, you have to believe me when I tell you that everything Luke said to him was said in front of me last night
Luke: Mike, Mike, Mike! I gotta be honest for a sec, okay, man? For some reason, I’m really attracted to you right now… Okay?
Mike: Dude… You have a girlfriend.
Luke: (I cannot even begin to describe to you how dramatic this sigh was) I know, man. I’m sorry. Just don’t tell her. Please.
And then he threw up in a potted plant and I about peed myself, I was laughing so hard.
“I did not say that!” Luke exclaimed when you were finished reading Ashton’s texts.
“Why would Ash lie to me, Lu?” you couldn’t suppress your laughter anymore. The blonde boy grumbled under his breath. “And while I don’t appreciate you telling other people you’re really attracted to them, I do appreciate the loyalty to your girlfriend in not attempting anything,” you snickered, grabbing your empty glass and picking up your plate. You leaned over and kissed Luke’s lips gently, feeling him grin slightly. You then pulled away just enough to whisper, “I always knew Muke was real,” before giggling loudly and flinging yourself off of the bed.
“Y/N!” you heard Luke shout with a smile as he grabbed his dishes and hurried to the kitchen after you.