like going in a snow to drink coffee

Sheltered pt. 1

Sheltered  – Engraved
<– Engraved 11 | <– Crowned 2 | Engraved 12 –>
| Sheltered 2 –>

Short: Law student and intern Kim Jongin uses his charms for a dangerous pastime behind the screens, but he falls for the most normal girl.
Words: 3080
Type: Angst/Fluff
Pairing: Kai x Miyong (oc)
Warnings: mentioning of an accident
A/N: This will run chronologically with Engraved, but it’s not needed to read this to understand Engraved, but the parts posted for Engraved after this will contain spoilers. It is also not necessary to read Engraved to understand what is happening here. But it will make things more clear.

AFF link Engraved line
AFF link Sheltered only


Kai pov

The office was in it’s usual bustling state of busy. Sounds of rustling paper, the copy machines, nails on keyboard filling his ears while he was going over his merger case. The two companies had a lot in common but their client was trying to get more out of the deal. He was searching through databases and e-mailing people to try and get the information he needed to let everything go as smoothly as possible.
His booth was at the far corner of the room, and he had the wall on his left and the rest of the room on his right. He liked it, this way he could see everything. It wasn’t too big of a room, there were about 10 paralegals and interns in here. Everyone knew each other by now, much to his tries of keeping to himself. The people were nice and it was nice to be around them, sometimes they went out for a drink after work, or all got lunch together.
The girl beside him leant over the booth, her head on her hands on the small wall. “What are you working on?” she asked, warm caramel curls falling over the edge and framing her face.

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  • ❝ We got parking meters….but no one would pay so they took them out.  ❞
  • ❝ I smell snow. ❞
  • ❝ I feel like this is the time to be rootless and go where life takes me. ❞
  • ❝ I like my pajamas on the chair ready for bed, not suffocating in a drawer!  ❞
  • ❝ You know, some people say drinking coffee at night hinders your sleep. ❞
  • ❝ People are dumb.  ❞
  • ❝ Do you even know how Twitter works?  ❞
  • ❝ Why on earth aren’t you on Xanax? It was invented for you.  ❞
  • ❝ I don’t need a child, I have you.  ❞
  • ❝ I have fun. Look at all the chairs I get to put on tables. ❞
  • ❝ Everything tastes so much better when it’s stolen!  ❞
  • ❝ The girls all stand in the mirror and look at themselves, making it impossible for me to stand in the mirror and look at myself!  ❞
  • ❝ What’s the point of living if we’re never going to bag Jennifer Lawrence?  ❞
  • ❝ How do you accidentally join a vegetable cult?  ❞
  • ❝ My love life is a disaster. ❞
  • ❝ Life’s been pretty good to you. It was your turn for a few curveballs.  ❞
  • ❝ I don’t have a great sense of humor. I know that. I’m working on it. I bought a joke book!  ❞
  • ❝ If no one else gives  a damn about my floaty hut, then I don’t either!  ❞
  • ❝ You give a man a lifeguard t-shirt and it goes right to his head! ❞
  • ❝ If you cry, I’ll cry, and I can’t be seen crying at the Secret Bar! ❞
  • ❝ This walking thing is for chumps. ❞
  • ❝ I’d drop by more yard sales myself, but you have to step into people’s yards. ❞
  • ❝ You sent a vulnerable, wounded turtle into a nest of horny, grey-haired honey badgers!❞
  • ❝ Dial 911, I’m going insane! ❞
  • ❝ That’s it, we’re breaking up. Except we can’t break up because we’re nothing. ❞
  • ❝ This adult stuff is hard, isn’t it? ❞
  • ❝ Basically I’ve been alone for 12 hours and I’m already nuts! ❞
  • ❝ I thought I knew exactly  what I wanted, where I was going, what I was doing and why I was doing. But lately, things seem hazier.  ❞
  • ❝ Money is great! ❞
  • ❝ I got your call of the wild right here, pal! ❞
  • ❝ Now I know I have a heart because it’s breaking! ❞
  • ❝ So this is walking? I don’t care for it, actually. ❞
  • ❝ I didn’t punch a bear. It was a possum and he had it coming! ❞
  • ❝ The minute I open this thing up, it’s like Hurt Locker. No one survives.  ❞
  • ❝ I believe, in a former life, I was coffee.  ❞
  • ❝ I don’t care what anybody says. Needing space is never a good thing, ever! ❞
  • ❝ I think we should get married…it’s all set. ❞
  • ❝ I’m gonna need some donuts for this. ❞
  • ❝ It’s all just a big pile of bullshit! ❞
  • ❝ Knowing when to admit defeat is one of my better qualities. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not broken. Maybe just a little chipped.  ❞
  • ❝ Stop judging me, you crazy log lady! ❞
  • ❝ I want to throw up in the upstairs bathroom! ❞
  • ❝ Sometimes it’s just a journey, you know? ❞
  • ❝ It didn’t fit. It needs to fit. Believe me. ❞
  • ❝ I’m pregnant. ❞ 
various drunk christmas headcanons

These were really weird so I fixed the spelling and the wording

Eliza is a super intense gift-wrapper, she buys super fancy wrapping paper and uses different kinds of ribbon and forces everyone to help but yells if it’s not perfect

Laurens is super cheesy and likes to bring mistletoe everywhere so that Hamilton has to kiss him

Jefferson is secretly a really good baker and leaves Christmas cookies in the break room through December

Burr pretends to think Christmas is passé but he actually really loves it

Laurens hates a super religious Christmas because it reminds him of his homophobic dad

Madison really likes playing in the snow, but he always gets sick because of it and Jefferson has to take care of him

Lafayette always gets really drunk at Christmas parties because he likes eggnog (?????? I don’t know)

Hamilton once survived a week shut in his office with nothing but coffee and candy canes, and the only reason he had to stop was that Eliza came and dragged him home

Peggy always orders a peppermint hot chocolate at Starbucks, and everyone makes fun because “adults drink coffee” but Laf thinks it’s cute

The Schuyler sisters always go caroling, and they bring everyone along

Mulligan makes warm clothes for the homeless and gives them away on Christmas eve

Maria always goes super crazy with Christmas decorations because she didn’t always have a home to decorate

Angelica does those super glam Christmas makeup looks and everyone is jealous

If you’ve made it this far through this mess, I’m probs gonna do some Christmas fluff which I will post so yeah brace yourself for sickfics and cotton candy level fluff

Love, Hate- Yuta

*Requested*

You and Yuta have hated each other since you were introduced to each other, but one event changes all that

Word count: 2.1k


There were benefits to being best friends with Lee Taeyong and there we also downfalls to being his best friend. One being one of his roommates, Nakamoto Yuta. You loved his other roommate Johnny, but you couldn’t stand Yuta. Johnny was Korean-American, Taeyong was Korean, and Yuta was Japanese. You often wondered how the three even became friends, you figured it was because they had classes together but you honestly never knew why. Especially why Johnny and Taeyong would put up with Yuta. He was so rude to you. Every time you came over he would scowl, glare, roll his eyes, or make fun of you for something. You couldn’t stand his attitude. But one morning you got a text from Tae asking if you wanted to come over to binge watch a new series he found on Netflix, which wasn’t uncommon so you agreed and started getting ready. You made sure to bundle up with layers because of how ridiculously cold it was in Seoul at the moment. So you put on a pair of thick work out leggings, an over sized sweater, winter boots, a massive ass jacket, beanie, and mask. Of course you don’t put on any makeup because let’s be real. Who are you trying to impress? You grab your phone and wallet and leave your warm apartment and go into the decently cold hallway to get to the elevator to get down so you could get the three boy’s flat. You press the down button and when you enter there was an older woman with what looked like her son. Her son looked about your age and she was yelling at him with something along the lines of, “Why don’t you get rid of your girlfriend and get someone like her!” When you got off the elevator and headed out into the snow filled streets of Seoul, you could still hear the older woman yelling at her son and how terrible his girlfriend was. You almost felt bad for the poor guy. On your way to the boys flat yous stopped in your favorite coffee shop that you went to almost daily. You would always grab a drink from them when you were going to Taeyongs apartment or heading to a lecture, they were both in the same direction. So when you walked in the owner greeted you and took your order. The shop was small but you absolutely loved it and few minutes later you got your drink and went back into the cold. Although the walk was only about ten minutes long, it felt like it was thirty when you finally got into the apartment complex. You were relieved going to the elevator and pushing the button to the eleventh floor. The sound of his apartments elevator music filling your ears before the sound of the ding informing you that you had finally reached the floor. The doors opened and you see a young couple holding hands waiting to get in whispering something about a date.

Oh love. How you wish you had it.

You walked to the end of the hallway and put in the code to the door and entered taking off your shoes. Johnny greeted you with a hey, but Yuta just glared at you while he was watching a soccer game as you walked past to get to Taeyong’s room. You notice that despite the cold weather outside, Yuta was shirtless and only wearing a pair of Adidas sweatpants. But alas the warm floor helped with your freezing body as you trudged pass them to get to Taeyong. You knocked on the door before entering his room, placing your tea down on his bed side table, and slipping off your jacket and moving the mask to underneath your chin. “Hey y/n! How are you?” Taeyong asked sitting on his bed scrolling through netflix aimlessly. Noting that compared to Yuta, Taeyong was wearing a more considerable amount of clothes, with sweatpants and a large hoodie. You were confused but sat down on his bed and took the beanie off your head and placing down on his nightstand next to your tea.

“Yuta’s still being an ass. Yah! I thought you said you had a series you wanted to watch!” You say as Taeyong TV suddenly shuts off.

“My TV just shut off! Don’t blame me for my TV not working.” Taeyong complains.

“You idiot it’s your fault for getting a cheap TV.” You complain to Taeyong who is looking behind the TV set.

“I’m sorry I’m poor y/n. Yah! Yuta! Can you help me? My TV just shut off!” Taeyong calls to his friend. You here him sigh before mumbling a sure and coming into Taeyong’s bedroom. Yuta walks in and glares at you causing you to roll your eyes at him while he squats down to see behind the TV set that Taeyong asked him to look at. Before even thirty seconds go by you hear a door slam and lock. You look around the room to see nobody besides yourself and Yuta. You hear Taeyong and Johnny laughing outside the door.

“LEE TAEYONG! JOHNNY SEO! YOU ARE SO DEAD!” You shout pounding on the door. You look over at Yuta who seems just as happy about the situation as you do.

You go over to Taeyong’s bed and sit down and you pull out your phone to see a text from Johnny.

Dear y/n: Me and Taeyong are tired of you and Yuta fighting and not getting along. You two will not be allowed to leave until you sort out your difference. Love Johnny and Taeyong

You sigh before handing your phone to Yuta to let him see the message. “Fucking hell.” Yuta mutters under his breath.

“Okay. So you don’t wanna be here I don’t wanna be here. We have that established.” You say turning to Yuta. “We both wanna get out of here so let’s just say the problems that we have with each other and get this over with so I can watch a show with Tae.”

Yuta looks up at you, “You want me to go first?” You nod you head yes and he takes in deep breath before resuming talking, “My problem with you isn’t you at all.” Your confused face must have given him all the explanation he need about how you felt. “It’s Taeyong. It’s how close you are with him.”

Very confused you decide to speak up, “What do you mean you don’t have a problem with me? You always glare at me, roll your eyes, and make fun of me. That’s my problem with you. How is Taeyong involved in any of this?! So shut up you motionless wet tissue, you’re so annoying!” You ask getting very frustrated.

“You’re so close with him! It annoys me so much!” Yuta yells.

Your blood starts to boil, “Why does me being close with my best friend bother you so much!” You scream back at him.

Yuta rolls his eyes at you, “It’s so fucking obvious he likes you y/n! How in the hell can you not see that?!”  

You want to rip his hair out at this point, “So what if he likes me?! It shouldn’t make you become an asshole to me!”

“God damn it y/n. Why can you not see how fucking jealous I am when you’re with him?! Damn it y/n!” Yuta screams before cupping your faces and passionately kissing you on the lips. You’re frozen. You don’t know what the hell just happened and you don’t know how the fuck to react. He kisses you for a few more seconds before pulling away. “Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that y/n. I’m so sorry.” He says before getting up and starts banging on the door, yelling at his roommates to open it.

Nakamoto Yuta just kissed you. Nakamoto Yuta, pretty much your enemy, has had a crush on you the entire time. Everything started falling into place now. The scowls he would give were never at you, it was always when you were with Taeyong. The glares he would give you were always when you were going to Taeyong. The times he made fun of you, it was always something Taeyong had gotten you. He wanted to be Taeyong. He wanted to be in Taeyongs position of having you coming over just to see him. He wanted to have a role in your life besides being your best friends roommate. He wanted to mean more to you than he did. And all that time you just thought he hated you. Boy how wrong you were. Yuta finally gave up on banging on the door and slid down it sitting at the base of the door, his head in his hands. Now you start to realise that maybe you wanted more with Yuta than you ever thought. Yeah you thought we was an asshole but for some reason you always found yourself being nice to him or giving him second thought when your probably shouldn’t have. In a split second decision you pretty much decide, ‘Fuck it.’ and get off Taeyongs bed and walked over to Yuta.

Yuta looks up at you with sadness in his eyes, “What do you want y/n? Have you come to tell me how terrible I am and how you’ll never date me. If so just say it now so I can suffer less in the future.” Instead of saying anything you sit down next to him. His previously bent legs are now straight out infront of him so you decide to take advantage of that and crawl onto his lap. Yuta looks up at you, “Y/n what the hell are you do-” you cut him off with a kiss. The sweet innocent peck turns turns fast. Yuta has a firm grip on your hips will your hands are roaming his shirtless body while your tongues fight for dominance. He moves down to your neck, leaving hickeys for sure. Good thing it was winter. Lost in the moment suddenly Yuta falls on his back, the support of the door no longer there. When you look up you see Johnny who’s laughing his ass off and Taeyong who just looks genuinely disgusted that you two made out in his room.

“Next time you make out can you do it in Yuta’s room and not mine? Thanks.” Taeyong asks clearly annoyed, “Now have have to sanitize my door and floor. Thanks Yuta.”

You’re probably about as red a tomato while Yuta is seemingly fine. He picks you up and off his lap so he can get up, after which he helps you off the floor. When you’re up he doesn’t go to let go of your intertwined hands he goes just starts walking, dragging you to his room. When you get in he lets go of you hand and he sits on his bed. “I’m sorry about earlier.” He apologizes and he pats the spot next to his, asking for you to sit next to him, “I was a dick to you but I didn’t know how to express myself. That’s not any excuse to how I acted towards you and I’m so sorry about that. I just always thought you’d date Taeyong and I’d just get over myself but three years passed and you never once seemed like you’d date him. But then when he calls you over you always go to him and you don’t even give me a second look. I want to mean more to you. But how I did that was by acting like an asshole and made you hate me. I wish I’d had the balls to do something earlier but I just didn’t know what the fuck to do.” Yuta pretty much poured his heart out to you and you were at a loss of words. “I understand completely if you don’t want to but, could you let me do this right and take you out on a date next Friday?”

You smile widely, and just like you had done earlier, you crawled onto his lap. This time you pushed him down back onto the bed, “Yes.” You tell him before kissing him on the lips. Instead of grabbing your hips like he did earlier, because he was laying down and you were hovering over him, he smacked your ass before grabbing it and flipping you over where he was on top.

“Now, where were we?” He whispers into your ear before crashing his lips onto yours, once again.

Baby, It’s Cold Outside (Barry Allen x Reader)

Requested by: anonymous “41 and/or 42 ;-)! Love ur imagines!”

Prompt: 41 + 42: “Do you wanna Build a-” - “Absolutely not.” + “You look cute when you’re cold.”

Winter Prompts

Masterlist

Word Count: 953

Author’s Note: THIS IS SO CUTE LITERALLY LIKE I HAVE SO MANY GOALS IN MY HEAD AND I HAD TO CHOOSE ONLY ONE OMG but y’all need to listen to this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bbuBubZ1yE it’s literally the cutest thing ever. AND JUST LIKE LOOK AT THIS GIF^^^ HE IS THE CUTEST HUMAN BEING TO HAVE EVER WALKED THIS EARTH im not even joking guys


It was winter. And it was snowing.

You love the snow.

“Barry! Look! Oh my gosh, it’s snowing!” you excitedly exclaimed as you looked out the window as if you were five and seeing your first snow. You were always a little sucker for snow.

Barry smiled at you as he glanced out the window from the kitchen where he was making himself some hot coffee.

“Yes, Y/N, it’s snowing. Just like it does every year,” he replied back. You glared at him, hearing his sarcasm.

“I don’t appreciate your tone of voice, mister,” you said, pursing your lips in exaggerated distaste. His laugh rang in the small house that you two shared together, making you smile back. 

You ran back into the kitchen, skidding the last few steps with your fuzzy socks on. You leaned against the island in the middle of the kitchen, resting your head on your elbows as you watched him stir his coffee.

“Hey, babe,” you whispered.

“What?” he said, using the same tone of voice that you did.

Your smile grew bigger. Along with snow, you also had a thing for Disney movies.

You took a big breath and began to sing loudly. “Do you want to build a-” you sang, but your bully of a boyfriend shot you down.

“Absolutely not, Y/N.” He turned around to face you and sipped his coffee like he didn’t just break your heart.

Your mouth grew large in hurt. 

“What?! Barry, c’mon! Pleaaaase,” you whined as you started to skid your feet along the wood.

Barry looked at you amusingly. You were squirming under his quiet gaze which made you stop and scrunch your nose together.

“What are you staring at?” you asked, pretending to be mad at him.

He laughed before taking another drink of his coffee. “Nothing, nothing. Go, make a snowman, I’m just going to watch.”

“What?” you protested, “but that’s no fun!”

“Fine,” Barry sighed, “Let me finish my coffee first, and then I’ll help you make your snowman.”

You squealed in delight as you ran out the front door, already getting knee deep in snow. The winter made you feel like you were a literal 10 year old. You loved the softness of the snow, the pureness that blanketed the entire city. The holiday spirit made everyone just a little more happy and everyone just a little more kind. It really was the best time of the year.

Barry stood outside, leaning against the front porch as he watched you build the first snowball for the snowman happily. He smiled. How could he have gotten so lucky to have you? How could it have taken this long for him to find you? 

It took you around half an hour to finally finish your snowman. Barry ended up just watching you, but you didn’t mind. As long as he was there and you could build a snowman, you were happy. 

“There!” you yelled. “I finished my snowman!” You took a step back to admire your work and Barry came around to look as well. He looked at you with pleasant surprise.

“Not bad, Y/N. That turned out better than I thought it would,” he said with a smile. You lightly slapped him on the arm.

“Always underestimating me, Barry Allen,” you teased.

Just then a shiver ran through your body. Kneeling down in the snow for 30 minutes was not doing you good in keeping you warm. You cupped your hands to your mouth, trying to heat up your fingers and your nose which you knew was already a bright pink by now. You glanced up to see Barry looking at you with the smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the edges.

Your face mimicked his. His smiles were so freaking contagious. “What?” you asked, jumping slightly in place to keep you warm.

“You’re cute when you’re cold,” he said.

You laughed before wrapping your arms around his waist. He was a very warm person. 

“Any colder,” you mumbled against his chest, “and I’m going to get hypothermia.”

He wrapped his arms around you and began to vibrate, conducting heat. 

“Mmm, that feels nice,” you muttered. Perks of dating a speedster.

Barry chuckled against your head, also sending vibrations down your spine that tickled you slightly.

“C’mon, let’s go inside,” Barry said quietly. 

“But my snowman,” you whispered, “I can’t leave him alone.”

Barry sighed. “Y/N. You can make another one.” 

You mumbled in protest.

Before you knew it, you were on the couch, coat and shoes off, under a blanket with a cup of hot coffee in your hands. Barry was just about to get situated under the blanket with you.

“Hey!” you objected.

“Hi!” Barry smiled back. You glared at him. 

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” you questioned. 

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, you instinctively snuggling into his chest.

“I know I’m funny, babe.”

You smiled as you looked up at your boyfriend. He looked back down at you and beamed.

“I love you,” you said softly.

He gave you a small kiss on your cold lips before kissing your forehead. 

“I love you too,” he whispered.


The End

Author’s Note: Sorry! This one was kinda short but I thought that it should be kept short and sweet:) Hope you guys liked it though. And just because this is my favorite gif in the entire world, I’m gonna post it twice…

JUST LOOK HOW SOFT HE IS

Cup of Warm

Been slowly moving back into photography mode, so I decided to finally, finally take a good picture of some of my favorite Monster High mod pieces - the Coffin Bean decor! I shared the big furniture pieces back when I did them umpteen years ago, but I left out my pride and joy - the coffee cups. So today, they get their own photo shoot and a bit of a tutorial.

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of coffees and teas.

words: 320

genre: fluff, just fluffy nonsense. that branding though:))

warnings: none

authors note: to be honest I have no clue what this is:)) but I have decided that I will be posting fics every Sunday, so send me requests.

Baz P.O.V

Snow likes coffee. That is an understatement, Simon loves coffee. He constantly drinking it or making it, anywhere and everywhere we go, he needs his coffee. This mild addiction is relatively new too, but has resulted in many sleepless nights and coffee breath kisses.

Before this he hated coffee, said it tasted bitter and like death, didn’t really see the point of it. That was until Penny showed him the joys of flavored coffee. He’s a fan of the ridiculously sweet ones that taste like pure sugar.

The funny thing is that he actually thinks that makes him ‘cultured and posh’ as he likes to put it. “Baz look at me drink coffee like an adult” but it melts my heart too much to say anything about it.

The thing about Simon and coffee is that an already overly energetic boy and caffeine don’t mix well. So every night I am the one who has to deal with Simon literally bouncing of the walls and his wings flapping so much he breaks valuables around him.

I however, as the true refined gentleman I am, prefer tea. I say that as if it’s true at all, but Simon doesn’t need to know that. He thinks teas are too boring for his taste.

Nevertheless I prefer tea to coffee, I find it to be relaxing and therapeutic. Almost as if every cup settles my life and brings me back to the ground. Penny and Simon just rolls their eyes when I try to explain that.

I kind of like it thought, like yes look at me drinking something worth my time. I almost just rolled my eyes at myself.

I guess one could just add it to the list of our many differences, but in the end will any of those things matter. Nothing will matter in the end, especially of coffees and teas.

my flower

fluff


“babe” says simon. “sweetheart. darling. my dear. my heart. my flower. my-”

“what do you want, snow?”

simon.

baz looks up to glare lazily. “what do you want?”

“so… you know how i’m banned from tesco? can-” 

“no.”

simon pouts. “you didn’t even hear what i was going to say!”

“you got banned from tesco, simon, i’m not doing you any favors.”

“it wasn’t on purpose- anyways, i just need some milk.”

“no.”

“baz,” whines simon, “i want cereal.”

“eat it without milk.”

“i want coffee.”

“you don’t even like coffee-”

“well, i want it today-”

“-and you don’t even drink it with milk, you drink it with creamer. which we still have in the fridge, because i just got some.”

simon wrinkles his nose. “i want milk.”

no.”

“but baz, i love you ever so much-” 

“you can proclaim your undying love all you want, i’m not getting you milk.”

simon glares. 

Something Approaching Serendipity

Only a week late for my own damn fandom event! Hooray! Here’s my RMJ4 piece, which is a modern/ER doctor AU. Honestly I could’ve written a damn novel in this AU, so I had to chop it up into vignettes to keep it a reasonable length.

Rating: T
Word Count: 5,113 words
Prompt from @olaya-chan: Mikasa, a 23-year-old woman had a car accident and was transported to the hospital in a critical state where the E.R. doc, Levi Ackerman, narrowly saved her life. What Levi didn’t expect was to save the life of the woman he broke up with 2 years ago and mother of his child, a child he never knew about that changes everything in Levi’s life. Could it be that fate gave them another chance to meet and bring back that intense love they had and still do have for each other?


The Accident

“Rise and shine!” Hange bellows as she kicks open the door to the doctors’ lounge and flips on the lights, illuminating the room with a row of harsh fluorescents. On the couch, sleeping face down in a puddle of his own drool, is Levi - who reaches down, picks up one of his shoes, and hurls it at Hange as hard and as fast as he can without looking up. Hange tries to jump out of the way but is too slow, the shoe landing squarely against her right breast.

“Fuck, Levi!” she howls, clutching at herself. “You hit me right in the boob!”

“Shit. I was aiming for your face.” Levi drags himself to a sitting position and puts on his remaining shoe, then motions for Hange to return the other one. “Gimme that back. And if you try to hit me with it, it’s going up your ass.”

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Spirit companion update

Imb doesn’t like redbull but loves blue berry coffee probably more than I do. But only after it’s cooled some (makes sense as he’s a snow fairy). So usually in the mornings I’ll drink my fill and leave about an inch in the bottom (something I am notorious for) for him. That way it doesn’t actually go to waste (sense I’d be doing it anyway) and he gets an almost daily offering.

Something else we’re doing that im figuring out, making him an altar space with crochet/amigurumi. (I think I spelled that right but honestly I’m not sure). It’s going to have snow capped mushrooms and grass (I need green yarn tbh) and there will be different areas in the new house with little amigurumi mushrooms where he can sit/perch and have a little space just for him.

Right now he has a rather small wooden box, it works for the limited space I have now but I’d like to have something a little less stiff and uncomfortable for him. That and it’s a good way to spend time together watching funny videos and listening to Hayley Kiyoko (he loves her music and so do I tbh).

derek malik nurse
  • owns so many expensive clothes and just… throws them all… in the washing machine…… no regard for instructions
    • he is the human embodiment of this post
  • ALWAYS insists on starting movies way too late and then falls asleep five fckin minutes in 
    • don’t try to wake him 
    • srsly u will suffer 
    • just let him sleep 
  • definitely shops at american apparel
  • so. ticklish. 
  • owns an instax mini in pink 
    • sometimes takes pictures to go with his poems 
    • mostly takes pictures of his teammates when they aren’t paying attention 
    • everyone yells at him for like “wasting film” but when he goes back to his big empty brownstone for breaks literally nothing makes him happier than having 2848387 photos of like 
      • chowder all bundled up in literally a thousand layers trying to make a snow angel 
      • hungover lardo making coffee in one sock and a giant (zimmermann) shirsey 
      • holster sprawled on the couch playing video games 
      • bitty washing the dishes 
      • ransom sleeping in weird places during finals week 
      • dex furiously coding 
      • dex drinking a beer in the reading room 
      • dex laughing at something stupid 
      • dex getting all worked up mid argument 
      • (they would be like 50% dex lbr) 
      • (this is getting off track) 
  • has one of those joy division posters
  • his senior quote in his highschool yearbook was from into the wild 
  • LOVES Lana del Rey 
    • tries to sing the high notes 
    • can’t 
  • can not drive 
    • whenever someone tries to teach him he spends the whole time fidgeting with the mirrors and trying to find the perfect radio station 
    • he can operate a car theoretically but he honestly just does not care for the rules of the road 
  • uses pens exclusively despite needing to scratch out every other word bc he is the worst note taker imaginable 
  • drinks pbr for the ~aesthetic~
  • knows how to crochet 
    • makes everybody scarves 
    • coordinates them beautifully with everyone’s skin tones and eye colour and stuff no one is gunna complain 
  •  collects rocks/ seashells/ sea glass 
  • owns like nine pairs of the same perfectly destroyed jeans 
  • can kick ur ass at vintage arcade games
  • is an Apple Hoe™
  • ALWAYS has his phone on do not disturb
Cody Carson Imagine - The Plan

Can you write a Cody Carson one(set it off)? Where it’s winter and you’re in some coffee shop listening to sio and he comes in with a guitar on his back and you two used to go to the same school and you don’t recognize him at first and he flirts with you and then you two end up walking back to your place and he teaches you to play something on the guitar and it starts to snow? With loads of fluff please! :D   

A/N: omg this turned out really long but i like it a lot so that’s ok

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Sterek Holiday Fic Recs

HAPPY HOLIDAYS Y’ALL! As my gift to you here are all of my favorite holiday Sterek fics, this is a long list, I hope you like it!

Christmas Memos by howl-to-the-wind (greenleaf)
Mature
Words: 1,921
From: Derek Hale <dhale@hc.com>
To: S. Stilinski <batman_boxers@hc.com>, L. Martin <queenscrooge@hc.com>, E. Reyes <redbitchqueen@hc.com>, …
Subject: Regarding MistletoesI shall keep this brief.

I am aware that Christmas is in a few weeks and I am not discouraging everybody from spreading holiday cheer around the company. However, the next person to put up a mistletoe in my general vicinity is going to get fired on the spot.

(Derek is the long-suffering president of Hale Corp, and the rest are testing his patience. Poor Derek.)

A New Tradition For You by mikkimouse 
Teen
Words: 3,091
Stiles invites Derek to spend Christmas with him.

The Road Home by alocalband
Teen
Words: 3,110
“What,” Stiles says, and he’s aware that he doesn’t quite make it a question, but he currently can’t feel his toes so he figures he’s allowed.

“Do you want a ride home or not?” Derek huffs impatiently, each word forming a visible cloud in the cold night air as he digs around in the Jeep’s trunk to grab as many bags as he can carry and transfer them to his own car.

You put a Hallmark on my Heart by giantteenwolforgy 
Teen
Words: 3,325
Stiles is funny and smart and kind and is also his daughter’s teacher and his boss’s son. On the list of people who are off-limits, Stiles has held the top spot for as long as Derek has known him.

Since Derek is Derek, Stiles also happens to rank number one on the list of people Derek is in love with. Seriously. His life is like a bad Hallmark movie.

Layover by dr_girlfriend 
General Audiences
Words: 3,641
Excerpt: Big, serious brown eyes were staring right into his from only a few inches away. The child had clambered half over the arm of Derek’s chair to study him at close range, her little rosebud mouth pursed in concentration.

“Uh.” Derek couldn’t look away as the girl reached out one pudgy hand and patted him gently on the cheek. Her scent was soft and sweet and somehow a bit familiar, just enough to keep Derek from shying away. Derek didn’t know too much about kids but he guessed this one was probably three years old or so, head still oversized in proportion to the short limbs and round little belly.

She seemed fascinated with Derek’s beard, eyes widening further under incredibly thick lashes as she petted Derek’s cheek some more, smoothing down the short stubble. Finally she grinned widely. “Good wuff.”

Derek jerked upright, hands clenching on the edge of his seat. Did she just say?…

nom de plume by bleep0bleep
General Audiences
Words: 3,934 
There are no more chapters. 22 is the last one.
Derek groans in despair. He has to know what happens.

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Coffee Shop Romance - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 1,396

Trigger Warning: only a bit of secondhand embarrassment

Genre: Fluffy wuffy

Author’s note: Hello! This is my first time posting a Sebastian Stan ficlet, I’ve wrote a Bucky Barnes fanfic before and am currently in the middle of writing another, so please be gentle with me. Though if you think I’ve ruined Seb’s personality please do tell me, I want to make sure I’ve got him just right as I plan to post a lot more… obviously, that’s why I made an entire blog for it ^^

TAKING REQUESTS


It had practically become a routine by now, you arrived to work at the coffee shop and waited in anticipation for him to arrive. You could only really call the man him as he never gave you his real name, he always went with the names of characters from some TV show, and its how you’d know what he was watching at the time. And it was also the only thing you could ever converse with him about.

“He come in yet?” Your co-worker asked, passing by you with a tower of mugs in his arm. The sight of this unsteady tower made your heart race, though that might of been because he mentioned him.

Shaking your head both in reply, and also in disagreement with how he’d decided to carry all those cups at once. You moved to lend a hand, taking half of his collection and putting them away into their rightful place. “Another hour,” you guessed, “he normally arrives around eleven.”

“Stalker,” he chuckled.

In reply you shot out your tongue at him, grabbing a cloth and running off before he could say anything else on the matter. Besides, you knew he cared about the man’s name just as you did. It had become this big thing where you worked now, on breaks you’d all sit and guess what name he had, most people agreed that he looked like an Aidan but you strongly disagreed.

Though seeing him was normally the highlight of your day, so was getting paid which is, after all, why you actually have this job. And so you busied yourself travelling around the room, cleaning tables and grabbing the empty mugs and plate’s people left at the tables. From time to time you’d end up having a conversation with some of the more sociable customers. There were other regulars than just him. There was Bernadette, a retired air pilot who came in everyday to have tea and a scone; and there was also Jamie, who somehow managed to appear every day with a different girl by his side.

Just as you were chatting away with one of the toddlers that had tried to make the coffee shop their own personal playground, your co-worker abruptly called your name. You quickly looked up, the surprise of his voice causing a quick reaction, you spotted your co-worker stood behind the counter and in front of him just so happened to be the guy with no name. “Your man is here!” He called, waving a hand in your direction.

Your heart constricted as you heard what he said, and you watched in horror as the guy’s eyebrows shot up in reaction to the same exact words. Wanting to fix the situation as soon as possible, you rushed over, taking charge of the serving station. Your co-worker left to do another job, making sure to wink at you first before he made his exit. Then you proceeded to turn to him, feeling a blush overpower the normal shade that covered your skin, “your man?” He questioned, a slight smirk stretching the corner of his lip upwards.

“I… uh… You’ll be wanting the usual right?” You couldn’t figure out what to say and so you just went into work mode, where only doing the job to the best to your ability was on your mind.

The way you acted caused his smirk to transform into a smile. He leant against the counter, the close proximity of his body making you even more nervous, if that was possible. “You know, the denial is only making it worse in my head.”

You huffed and slumped your shoulders, as you blew air from your lips your hair pathetically drifted upwards for a moment before flopping down once more in front of your eye. “I can explain,” jokingly he placed his head in his hands and looked towards you expectantly. “So it’s sort of become a thing here now that we don’t know what your name is, you never tell us what it is and I guess my co-worker just hates me enough to make you aware of my small obsession.” There was a moment of silence after that as he seemed to think over what you’d said, but this only fuelled your anxiety. “Obsession was the wrong word, that whole thing sounded less weird in my head, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, honestly.” He smiled, and it made a slight flutter appear in your belly. It was the way his lips lifted upward, the way his one dimple crinkled, the way his teeth are perfectly aligned. The warm glow his happiness gives, it was like his smile was a ray of sunshine, and you were now sunburnt. “How about you make my drink and we forget all about it.”

But you didn’t want to forget about it, you wanted to know his name. Though you feared pushing it anymore would make you sound crazier. So you resignedly asked the question, “What am I writing on the cup?” Expecting that the answer you would get was probably Jon Snow as the last time he’d ordered coffee, he had said he was going to start watching Game of Thrones soon.

You asked this question just as he was pulling money from his wallet, though an idea suddenly seemed to hit him and he returned the money back to his wallet, “It’d only make sense if you wrote what was on my credit card.”

A mix of emotions hurtled towards you as you grabbed a hold of the credit card he was handing to you. There was the excitement as finally discovering his name, disappointment that it had ended up being so easy and also the anxiety was still settled in the bottom of your belly. By this point you had to admit it to yourself, you found him very attractive, not just because of his face, but also because of the mystery that surrounded him.

“Sebastian,” you mumbled after the reading the credit card in your hand, “that’s a much nicer name than Batman.”

He released a loud laugh at that comment, a nice laugh. “True, I was originally going to go with Penguin that day though, so it could have been worse.”

You handed him back the card and it came accompanied with the drink he wanted. Though on the inside you kind of wanted to continue this conversation as now that you actually knew his name it felt like a connection was finally made. He said goodbye as he grabbed his things, allowing the customer behind him to step forward. “Oh, sorry,” he said as he walked back, apologising to the customer. “Now you know my name, I think it’s only right I know yours.”

You had to look down at the floor this time, your blush too much red and your smile too much teeth. “Y/N,” you introduced, the glee in your tone very clear.

His smile only seemed to grow too, “okay.” He walked off again, only it was just as you apologised to the customer yourself that Sebastian returned once more. “Sorry, again, this will be the last time I swear.” The customer huffed and crossed their arms, but made no move to stop him. Sebastian turned to face you once more, “do you want to go on a date with me, Y/N? Maybe get to know more about me than what I’m watching on TV.”

First of all, you wondered if the words ‘that escalated quickly’ suited this situation well enough, a few minutes ago you didn’t even know each other’s names. “Okay,” you said the word through unexpected giggles of excitement. This whole situation was making you feel as nervous as a stereotypical high school girl being asked out to prom or something, hence why you were reacting in such a girlish way.

“Okay,” he repeated, acting sort of surprised that you’d even said yes.

“Okay,” you said again, not really sure what was left to say. ‘Calm down,’ you told yourself, ‘you’re an adult for crying out loud.’ 

“I finish work at six,” you revealed, mentally high fiving yourself at formulating words other than ‘okay’.

“Right, I’ll see you then, then.” There was something very adorable about how goofy he was acting.

“Okay,” so much for formulating other words than.

valadationworld  asked:

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((The original ask was for boyfriend headcanons for 2p Russia and 2p Canada.))

2p Russia:

  • He will steal all the blankets when sharing a bed.
  • He will hold your hand no matter what he is doing.
  • He will always give surprise kisses at random time, his most dangerous ones are when he’s driving
  • He will go out and get his s/o flowers on random days. Especially if it’s cold and raining or snowing, he wants them to know that they make his world shine.
  • He loves to feed his s/o
  • He will eat all the cookies in the house, that is the one thing he won’t share.
  • He hates it if his s/o accidentally brushes against his feet because they are very ticklish.

2p Canada:

  • He demands morning cuddles.
  • He spoils his s/o with breakfast in bed every Saturday morning.
  • He will make them a fire and force them to drink hot chocolate or coffee with him by the fire.
  • He likes to go camping with them, but sometimes if his s/o doesn’t want to go camping, he will have them go camping with him in the living room, in  a pillow fort.
  • He has big hands and will measure them against his s/o and curl his fingers until they reach the top of his s/o’s fingers and laugh.
  • He loves it if his s/o plays with his hair.
  • He will stare, in a loving way.
Warren Worthington iii head canons

These are my head canons for from Warren Worthington iii x-men, if you don’t agree with them thats okay everyone has there own, just please don’t shout at me;;
Also feel free to use these in fics or head canon posts too if you believe/ like them!! I have no problem with that these are just my thought! If you do use these could you tag me, not because I’m mean i just love to see what people create about Warren ! I quite like doing these so i might take requests maybe?


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anonymous asked:

so since its october and Officially Fall,, do u have any fall hcs for matsuhanaiwaoi? who goes crazy for warm drinks, who likes/dislikes rain/snow, do they have lazy days where they stay inside all day and make seasonally appropriate food/drinks? do they go ice skating/skiing?

Yes,,,,what a good ask,,, also sorry this got kind of long,,

•Oikawa is a sucker for Starbucks and any warm drink

•Hanamaki is a fan of hot chocolate and coffee and he can be found with a mug or thermos full of either liquid

•Iwaizumi eats ice cream year round and the others find him crazy for it

•Mattsun isn’t a fan of coffee, but he likes hot chocolate. But for not looking coffee, he sure is good at making the stuff

•Makki can’t stand the cold ok he hates snow (but he likes rain! Just warm rain. And he likes the listen to the rain pitter patter on the roof.)

•So yeah, the other three force him outside. He can been seen wearing three jackets, all stolen and one for each of his bfs. He also stole Mattsun’s gloves, Iwa’s hat, and Oikawa’s scarf.

•Iwa decided to be a lil shit once and stuffed snow down his jacket and Makki almost cried

•Mattsun and Iwa love snow and rain and everything

•Oikawa is indifferent, like playing in the snow and rain is fun, but if he gets too cold then he’ll want to go back inside

•Makki forces them to watch scary movies, and he’s the only one who is usually not affected by them.

•He mostly watches them so that he’ll have three bodies clinging to him

•Though Iwaizumi tries to say he isn’t scared but then there was that one time he threw the popcorn in the air and it went everywhere

•They don’t talk about that(when he’s in earshot) but now he clings to makki(or the closet body) without shame bc Oiks and Mattsun get more scared than him

•Makki has to check the closet and under the bed for monsters after these movie marathons

•All four like to bake pies because they believe it’s fitting for the season

•Oikawa was banned for a long time because he set one of the pies on fire once, but the other three decided that baking isn’t fun if it’s not all four of them working together, so Oikawa gets unbanned

•That just means they get to teach him to bake

•Mattsun takes advantage of this and wraps his arms around Oikawa, placing his hands on top of his and showing him how to properly make the crust

•Oikawa is glad that Mattsun is guiding his hands bc he’s a flustered mess when matsukawa does this and he can barely function

•Iwaizumi once got smacked on the ass… with a flour covered hand.. while wearing his black sweat pants

•No one got pie or any dessert that night because Iwaizumi gave it all away as punishment for them doing that

•Makki likes going outside for the soul purpose of stepping on leaves so he can hear the beautiful crunching sound

•Oikawa will join him sometimes and you’ll just see these two teenagers out stomping violently on leaves

•Iwaizumi finds it adorable and take videos when he catches them, and he shows these videos to Mattsun (who is usually sleeping when they are doing this)

•Ice skating is a must

•Makki usually stands in a corner shivering (plus he can’t skate so he’s clinging to the wall, miserable)

•Oikawa is like a pro, and so is Matsukawa. They skate together, holding hands and being dorks.

•Iwaizumi can skate but like he’s not the best but he likes to go his own pace but sometimes he’ll let Mattsun or Oiks take his hand and he’ll keep up with them

•They end up teaching Makki to skate

•This goes as well as you think

•He’s so cold and miserable and on the verge of tears because he hates it so much and he just can’t skate

•But then he sees the guilt on the others faces and he can tell that they feel bad for dragging him out here

•He doesn’t want to ruin their good time so he puts on a brave face and finally is able to skate okay after about an hour

•He has bruises on his knees and elbows and even one on his chin but he doesn’t care when he sees the three people he loves cheer and smile when he makes a whole lap around the rink without help

•He still hates it and is miserable, but keeps it to himself so that they can enjoy themselves

•The cold makes for great excuses to hold hands in public (“my hands are cold” “you’re wearing gloves” “…..my hands are cold” “whatever”)

•Snuggling under blankets is very important

•Fuzzy socks all around for each of them

•Lazy mornings where they don’t want to go out into the cold so they sink into the warmth of each other and stay in bed all day

IT’S STILL YOU

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Nobody could say Bellamy Blake wouldn’t go to hell and back just to bring Clarke Griffin home. // modern & mythology au

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when it’s even darker

than it is now, when the snow is colder,

when it’s darkest and coldest

and candles are no longer any use to us

and the visibility is zero: Yes.

It’s still you. It’s still you.

- Margaret Atwood Shapechangers in Winter


Part one: Disturbia. Bellamy.

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Clarke tastes like this weird, British tea brewed with milk she picked up drinking to,  at least partially, cut down on coffee.  Her eyes are dark; sky blue almost gone as she presses closer and closer and kisses him roughly, needy. Her hair is everywhere; in his eyes, on his neck, tangled between his fingers. She bites on his bottom lip and he can feel blood.

He puts one hand on her shoulder, feeling tense muscles and rough, sun- burnt skin she always has in summer.

‘’Easy, princess.’’- he says against her mouth, leaning his  forehead on hers.

Clarke’s whole body shivers; she pulls away from him with a deep sight, still straddling his lap but far enough for him to see her face.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ – she says with a small, tired voice; she raises one hand and wipes blood from his lip and chin with the palm. – ‘’I don’t know what’s going on with me lately.’’

He studies her face; deep shadows under her eyes,  skin peeling off on the bridge of her nose, summer freckles, lips deep red, jaw pink from his 5 o’clock shadow. He’s not an artist, but he could paint Clarke Griffin’s face in his mind perfectly, without a single glitch. He knows this face better than he knows his own.

She pulls her hair back and he notices how short her nails are-

Why is she biting them again?

He cups her face to give her a kiss on the forehead – the one she claims to hate, but she secretly loves- and her whole body melts against his; she buries her face in his neck, tucking her head under his chin; her hands go up to tangle in the hair at the base of his neck.

It’s all well-known and familiar,  like a favorite song that never gets boring.

But.

‘ It’s okay.’ He whispers and she closes her eyes, her lashes on his skin like butterflies-

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After Coffee; Chapter 15

Okay guys, this is it. The end of After Coffee. Before I say anything, let me give a huge thank you to @nutelladiangelo for being my beta and helping me through my many, many *dilemmas*. I would also like to thank  @drawyourtomorrow for sending me words of encouragement and also just being an all-around babe. Finally, thank you to the fandom for being so supportive and awesome and producing so much amazing content on which I can draw inspiration (looking at you @usedtoromanticize  @carry-on-baz and @albus–scorpius) and reading my stuff. ily guys. 

They get coffee, you know, like a date. 

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6)(Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9) (Chapter 10) (Chapter 11) (Chapter 12) (Chapter 13) (Chapter 14) (Chapter 15)


They walked together down to the café. It was wedged between a nail salon and a bird feed shop, with plexiglas windows and comfy plush chairs. 

Baz held the flower in one hand and Simon’s palm in the other. There were only a few other people there, so they went right up to the counter. 

It was the same barista from earlier, and she smiled when she saw Simon. 

“Hello again sir. What can I get for you today?” 

He smiled. “Hi…” he looked down at her name tag, “Emma. Let me see…” 

He looked over at the guy that was with him. He was tall and intimidating, with jet-black hair and stormy eyes. He was honestly pretty scary, but Simon seemed comfortable enough around him. 

“Do you want the same thing I got you last time?” 

The man nodded, and Simon looked back at her. 

“One latte, and one of whatever that whipped cream thing you recommended last time was.” 

Oh. This was the one he had talked about. A couple days ago, when Simon had come into the shop, he had a rambled on for a bit about what to get for this person, whether they would prefer black coffee or something fancy. It had seemed very important to him that he get this right. Then, his face had lit up, and he said “Vodka!” and asked for something with “An unreasonable amount of whipped cream.” 

She smiled. There was a story there, and she was glad things had worked out. They were cute together. 

They got their drinks, went over to a corner table, and sat down, sipping at their respective coffees. Baz felt a little awkward, and wasn’t sure how to proceed. 

“So, what do we do now?”

“Baz, haven’t you ever been on a first date?” 

Baz looked down at the table. He hadn’t. 

“Well, you just talk about silly stuff, like where you work and what your hobbies are and whether you like cats or dogs.” 

“Okay,” Baz said, “where do you work?” 

Simon smiled. “Millicent’s Quality Knitwear, on the condition that a certain someone comes and picks up a complimentary ball of yarn.” 

“Oh yeah, how did that go?” 

“Well, they were very… curious.” 

Baz smirked. “Harriet is surprisingly perverted, isn’t she?” 

Simon laughed, and the light hit him in a certain way, and Baz got the sudden urge to kiss him. So, he leaned over the table and did. After a few seconds, Simon pushed him away half-heartedly. 

“Kissing on the first date. Isn’t that a little tacky?” 

Baz laughed. 

“How should I know?” 

Simon sat there, for a moment, then responded. 

“Okay. I’ll let it pass because of ignorance, but don’t let it happen again. You wouldn’t want to scare me off.” 

“Noted.” 

They continued on like that, talking about everything and nothing until their drinks got cold. 

There was still a lot to be done. They had to go to Agatha’s office and work out a restraining order, tell Penny about their relationship, collect that free yarn, build Simon’s IKEA bed, and maybe even go on a few more dates. 

They would do it all, and more, but… after coffee.

Not Over My Once Dead Body [1/1]

All I saw from that 5x16 promo still of Killian was a father seeing his daughter come down the stairs in a short dress and it dissolved into this Captain Charming fluff piece. The banner was made by the awesome @ive-always-been-a-pirate (thanks for reading over this ridiculous fic as well, friend)! Also on FFNET.


Emma had dealt with every fairytale creature imaginable in her twenty years as Savior of Storybrooke - talking snowmen, a mad scientist with a split personality, genies, the Wicked Witch of the West - but she had never faced anyone more formidable than Captain Hook and Prince Charming waiting for their daughter and granddaughter to come down for her date.

The two men in question were currently sat in her living room, her husband on one end of the loveseat with his legs splayed with his hook tapping against his thigh and her father in the recliner with his arms crossed, an identical scowl on both their faces. Neither were happy about tonight’s big event or, really, anything that had lead up to it. Lilian, Emma and Killian’s eighteen-year-old daughter, had apparently taken a shine to Philip and Aurora’s son over the past year and at some point between Jafar trying to take over the world and Neal’s wedding last week, the young man who helped August out at Marco’s old shop had asked their daughter on a date.

Which had promptly sent her husband and her father into overprotective mode.

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