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Cast Iron Blessing/Cleansing Bread

I shared pics of my grandma’s blessing bread last year during the Autumn Equinox and meant to publish the recipe too…just procrastinated awhile.


Here it is!

It’s a super simple no-hand knead bread!

In my family Pagan tradition growing up, the term “blessing” was interchangeable with “cleansing” and that’s the purpose of this bread- it’s meant to bless/cleanse yourself before a ritual or when you think you’re hanging onto too much negative energy!
Think a deeper purification than a bath- since you’re gonna eat it!

Important magical aspects of this recipe:
-The cast iron skillet itself: iron is good for warding off negative energy and entities. You could make this bread in the oven instead, but keep in mind it’ll be a little less potent (but I understand not everyone has a cast iron skillet large/deep enough for a round of bread!)
-rosemary: a classic herb in witchcraft for purification and cleansing.
-garlic: for protection (and flavor- my grandma fucking loved garlic in pretty much everything)
-sea salt: also for purification and cleansing

The bread itself is meant to be pretty basic because my grandmother thought that would promote the cleansing ability of the three correspondences, but do feel free to slather it in butter or toast some cheese on slices if you like that!

-1 package dry yeast (I used those easy quick-rise packets because I don’t make bread constantly enough to have a bunch of yeast on hand)
-2 cups warm water (test with the inside of your wrist- if it’s too hot or cold for you, it’s too hot for your yeast! Yeast is a precious baby and must be treated gently!)
-1 tsp sugar (also known as “yeast-food”!)
-½ tbsp kosher salt
-4⅓ cups flour
-¼-½ tsp garlic salt
-dried rosemary (topping)
-sea salt (topping)

1.) In a standup mixer (or in a large bowl), combine the packet of yeast, warm water, and bit o’ sugar. Let that yeast hang out in that bath for a bit and eat that yummy sugar until it starts foaming. This is happy yeast. Happy yeast makes happy bread.
2.) In a large bowl, sift together the salt and flour. Now add it to the yeasty water little bits at a time. You can use a dough hook attachment on your mixer or just a tough spoon (wooden is my fav). Be careful to add that flour slowly!

3.) After it’s all combined, cover the dough with a cloth and let it rise for about an hour. You can slip it into a larger bowl of warm water to help it rise if your kitchen is a bit chilly!
4.) Grease the skillet and gently put that delicate dough into it, shaping it to fit (you can use two or three skillets/batches if needed). Cover and let rise for another 30-ish minutes.
5.) Spread some olive oil over the top of the dough and sprinkle with the garlic salt, dried rosemary, and some sea salt if desired (you can skip this if you’re trying to go lower sodium, there’s plenty of salt in the bread and garlic salt to get the benefits!).

6.) Bake at 400 degree oven, in the skillet, for 16-18 minutes or until the top is a golden brown color. I let mine cool in the oven as well (i.e. turn the oven off and leave the skillet in until it’s cool enough to remove without an oven mitt).
7.) Enjoy! Visualize that cleansing energy as you eat it! It’s great for pre or post rituals and offerings!

Cake Batter

A Dean x Reader AU / fluff

A/N: This is my submission for @dancingalone21‘s AU Funny Quote Challenge [ x ]. This is an AU, in the fact that Sam and Dean are not hunters. I didn’t really get a chance to specify that in the story, but that’s really all I could think of. I haven’t written anything in a while, so I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 1,529

- language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

It was Sam’s birthday, and you decided last minute to make him a cake - from scratch. You had never baked anything that didn’t come in a box with specific instructions, so you were nervous it would come out horrible. Sam wasn’t one for sweets anyway, but everyone deserved a treat on their birthday, and he was going to eat it if you had to force it down his throat.

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The Cat Cafe(Yoongi)

Genre: Fluff/Angst 

Word count: 1,566

Request: Okay so what’s up.. I’m thinking of something as y/n is an exchange student that starts to study in Daegu and wants to get a job and then she finds a restaurant that needed a waitress and she applies and gets accepted however the restaurant is yoongi’s Mom’s new restaurant that just opened last week pls make it angsty and it’s (reader x yoongi) as he being an idol and his mom is very protective of him.. anyway add some of your magic to it and surprise me 😎😎❤❤

A/n: I want to make this a series cause it’s gonna take years for me to finish in one whole piece.

Scattered newspaper were all over your bedroom floor of the two-bedroom apartment you shared with your roommate. The apartment wasn’t much but it was just enough for you to live in. You threw the last sheet of the newspaper off your bed, sighing in frustration, it’s been a month since you’ve been looking for a new job and with your rent payment coming up you started to worry more and more. Being a transfer student, you didn’t have a lot of money after moving to Daegu. You, already stressed with studying and finding work, were on a breaking point and needed a break from the world for a bit. Taking your coat you walked out of the apartment, strolling down the street you glanced at the store window displays, a tiny sign caught your eye. 

‘Help Wanted’ 

The bold red letters seemed to speak out to you, as you looked at the store. It was a tiny cafe, a cute cat cafe. You smiled to yourself, when you saw the tiny cats that were cuddling with the customers, you wondered where the store was a couple weeks ago when you were walking down here. You walked into the store and headed towards the cashier, a lady in her mid-forties, smiled at you. “What would you like today, miss?” She asked as you smiled shyly.

“I was wondering about your help wanted sign, I would like to apply for a job here.” You explained, trying to sound as professional as possible. She smiled brightly.

“Great, do you have a resume I can see?” She asked as you smiled back, pulling your resume from your purse. She looked at your resume and smiled brightly. “When can you come into work?” 

You walked to the tiny cat cafe, opening the door you were greeted with the fresh smell of baked cookies and coffee. “Ah Y/n you’re here early” She smiled, as she took the fresh baked cookies out of the oven.

“I wanted to be early for my first day, do you want me to do anything before we open?” You asked as she nodded.

“Can you feed the cats? I want them to have some food in case we don’t have a lot of costumers” She said as she started to decorate the cookies. You took the cats out, putting some food in their bowls, stroking the cat as she purred and ate the food. You did this for the other cats, once you finished you headed to the kitchen to wash your hands. Putting your apron on, you started to help decorate the cakes and sweets. “What did I do to deserve an angel to work for me?” She praised, as you smiled. “Can you go grab some more flour? We should refill the day starts.” She asked as you nodded. Walking towards the cupboard you tried to get the flour, now on your tippy toes, you stretched your arm out to grab it.

“Need help with that?” A male asked as you looked over, seeing a boy not too far from your age maybe a year older at most, brown hair slightly damp with a towel wrapped around his neck. He smiled gently as he grabbed the flour for you, you smiled and thanked him. “You must be the new worker my mom hired, my name Is Yoongi, Min Yoongi and I live right upstairs.” He explained as you nodded. You couldn’t help but blush a bit, now that he was so close to you.

“Y/n, have you grabbed the bag of flour yet?” Yoongi’s mom called out, as you started to back away from Yoongi taking the bag.

“So your name is Y/n? What a pretty name.” He flirted, as your face heated up. 

“Y/n?” You heard her call again, this time she entered the kitchen. “Ah, I see you’ve met my son, Yoongi.” She smiled, as she gave him a hug. “Yoongi here is going to be a star one day, I wish he would just continue the business but I guess he was always meant to rap.” She smiled softly, as she grabbed the flour from your hands. “Let’s finish up before we open.”

You tried not to slouch as you waited for customers to roll in, there were already a couple customers chatting while petting cats, all of them were couples. You sighed, you wish you could see your boyfriend right now but he always had school when you didn’t and when you had school he would be studying and using his free time to study or do homework. You fiddled with a pen while you waited for a customer, suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder. Looking behind you, you saw Yoongi, smiling, he had headphones resting on his neck as he grabbed a couple cookies from the cookie tray. “Hey! You can’t just take cookies out of there, they’re for the customers.” You explained, as Yoongi only grinned.

“Relax, it’s fine my mom always lets me grab treats. She thinks it’s a good thing that I’m eating while working.” Yoongi explains, taking a bite out of the cookie. 

“What are you working on anyway?” You asked him, as Yoongi grinned, placing his headphones over your head, grabbing his phone out to play the track. You started to hear a beat as the beat got faster, you started to hear electrical instruments, and soon you heard Yoongi start rapping, bobbing your head to the beat you saw the look of happiness within Yoongi’s eyes. Once the song finished, Yoongi took the headphones off your head, placing them back to rest on his neck. “That was super good, I didn’t know you could rap so good” You praised as Yoongi laughed.

“Thanks, I’ve been waiting for someone other than my mom to listen to it to see how they would feel about it,” Yoongi explained, as he grabbed another cookie before trying to escape but you grabbed his hand, keeping him in place.

“Where do you think you’re going? Give it back” You laughed, as Yoongi turned around patting your head as he handed you a cookie.

“Here have one, you’re probably hungry.” Yoongi smiled, as he picked up one of the kittens who snuggled up against him. “This one’s my favorite.” 

“He’s really cute” You commented, as you stroked the jet black cat, while it purred.

“Table for two please?” Someone asked as you looked over to see your boyfriend, Kiwoo. He smiled, as you smiled back.

“Kiwoo!” You smiled, as you walked to give him a hug “I thought you were studying for midterms right now?” 

“I am, I just thought I would visit my girlfriend while she was at work as a surprise since we never see each other.” He gave you a peck on the cheek as you smiled.

“Do you want some coffee? Or maybe some cake?” You asked as he nodded.

“How about one cup of coffee and one cup of tea and two slices of cake, for you and I?” He asked as you looked at the clock seeing that your break was in a minute.

“Yeah of course.” You smiled, as Yoongi put down the cat.

“Who’s this? Y/n” Kiwoo asked as he pointed at Yoongi.

“He’s my bosses son, he lives right upstairs from here, he’s really cool” You smiled, as Kiwoo nodded.

“Ah…I’m Kiwoo, Y/n’s boyfriend. Nice to meet you” He introduced, emphasizing boyfriend.

“Yeah…whatever” Yoongi glared, as he walked back upstairs.

“What’s wrong with him?” Kiwoo asked as you shrugged not even knowing what that was.

A week later since you started your job at the cat cafe, you started to see Yoongi less and less, and even when you saw him he wouldn’t talk to you, he wouldn’t even glance your way. Yoongi’s mom caught on right away and noticed the tension when Yoongi would be in the same room as you. You got to work, decided to start icing the cookies, Yoongi’s mom stood beside you trying to help finish icing the cakes too. “Did something happen between you and Yoongi?” She asked as you shook your head. 

“I’m not sure, I don’t really know why he’s not talking to me.” You told her honestly, as she let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry dear, I thought you two would be the best of friends but I guess he’s having one of those weeks where he get’s moody.” She explained in hopes to cheer you up, you gave her a soft smile as she smiled back. “Now let’s get these puppies on the display case.” 

You grabbed the tray of cookies, placing them nicely on the display tray before placing it in the treat display case. Yoongi walked downstairs, letting out a yawn as he smiled at his mom giving her a hug. “Morning mom” He smiled, as his mom smiled back.

“Yoongi, I want you working with Y/n today, I’m going out to lunch with the girls and I want you to watch over the store while I’m gone” She explained, as Yoongi groaned.

“But mom I ha-” Yoongi tried to explain before being cut off.

“You can take a day off your music career to help your own mother.” She cuts in, as you can’t help but cheer on for the mother.

“Ugh fine” He groans, as he grabs the cakes placing them in the display case.


It Started With A Waffle: Inception Cookies

“Inception Cookies are one of the items I became known for, especially selling at shows. People buy what they think is just a giant chocolate chip cookie, walk away from the table, bite into it and make some sorta pleasantly surprised face when they discover the harmony of the Oreo and chocolate chip cookie all in one package. Then, they turn around, point at the cookie, and give me a thumbs up. Make these cookies for your friends and don’t tell them what’s inside.”


Lucky for us, Clara is sharing her famous Inception Cookie recipe from her new cookbook, Clara Cakes: Delicious and Simple Vegan Desserts for Everyone!Get her book online and in stores now!

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anonymous asked:

yo~ i just read the hc you did for the other anon about kissing the rfa. could I possibly take it up a notch and ask for the rfa (saeran and v if you want) and mc accidentally ending up having a make out sesh. like one thing led to another and then bam! sry i hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable +_+

i’m not uncomfortable at all!!! thanks for requesting! I kinda strayed a little bit with some of them but i hope it’s okay?

lol i really enjoyed writing saeran’s bc angst but also askjdghaikjsfcb

Make out sessions with RFA+V+Saeran


  • He was doing his usual LOLOL session one night
  • You were feeling extremely affectionate and clingy
  • Unfortunately, he wasn’t giving you the attention you wanted so you kinda just
  • Plopped into his lap
  • Your boyfriend didn’t think much of it as you’ve done that multiple times before
  • Until you started kissing is neck
  • Poor lil bean is SHOOK
  • “U-Um MC? What a-are you doing?”
  • He’s trying so hard to focus on the game but you are ruthless
  • You just keep kissing everywhere
  • Not even 20 seconds later he caves
  • “Sorryguysgottagobye”
  • He shuts off the game and starts to kiss you back
  • Plot twist: Yoosung is the one who starts the make out session


  • You were in his dressing room watching him get ready for a show
  • Everything was fine until you realized that his costume was really just him shirtless
  • ohmanohmanohman rip me and my impure thoughts
  • But also rip you and your impure thoughts
  • You slowly make your way over to Zen as he’s fixing his hair in the mirror
  • Coming up behind him, you wrap your hands around his waist as you press kisses to his back
  • He tenses up a little but he ignores your affections because
  • You start running your hands up and down his chest and abs as you kiss him even more
  • His self control is wavering
  • “Babe… I have a show starting in-”
  • You physically turn him around and start the make out sesh
  • All self control is GONE
  • RIP Zen 2017


  • It was super early in the morning
  • You and Jaehee were at the cafe getting ready to open
  • She was going over inventory as you got a head start on baking a cake for a catering order
  • When you looked over at her, she was yawning
  • Poor girl works so hard omg
  • You decided to have a little fun before opening so you just
  • Flicked some flour at her
  • She was so taken aback lol
  • You giggle at her face that was now covered in flour and decided to flick some more
  • It’s not fair that she’s covered so she flicks some at you in revenge
  • After a few minutes, you’re both leaning against the counter from laughing too hard
  • “MC, I think there’s a little something on your face”
  • She proceeds to kiss you
  • But you still have a lot of time before you open soooo
  • ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


  • You were just lounging around as Jumin sat on the couch reading through reports
  • You could tell he was pretty stressed out with a project
  • Not even petting Elizabeth the 3rd was helping
  • He had been working so hard lately and you wanted to help him somehow
  • So you just decide to give him a back massage to help with the stress a little bit
  • This giant has so many knots oh my god
  • But he’s very grateful for it and it really does help and it feels so nice and
  • Did he just moan?
  • “Uh… Just ignore that, dear”
  • Narrator voice: She did not ignore it
  • You came up with a new idea to help him
  • Leaning down, you start a deep kiss with your husband
  • He’s taken aback but he’s going along with it
  • The kiss gets deeper and longer
  • The reports were looong forgotten


  • You two were play fighting again
  • It was literally over the last can of PhD Pepper
  • You were just smiling and laughing like crazy and having a good time
  • Until Seven pinned you down
  • “Give me the can, MC!”
  • “Never!”
  • Somehow, you flipped him around and pin him under
  • *MC uses Tickle!*
  • *It was effective*
  • After you’re done tickling him and declare yourself the winner, you both have tears from laughing so much
  • You look at Seven being all happy and cute and 
  • You start kissing him
  • At first he’s caught off guard because it was so sudden and
  • His brain does not compute
  • But then he starts kissing you back and eventually takes it a step further
  • It gets pretty hot and intense
  • PLS give me a make out session with seven ugh fuck


  • He took you to the park one day
  • You ask him about it but he swears it’s not a date 
  • It’s a date you doofus
  • Of course he’s got his camera at the ready to take photos of nature and candids of you
  • You’re both enjoying yourselves a lot!!!
  • When you get tired of walking, he suggests sitting on a nearby bench
  • He looks over and the sunlight is hitting you just right and you’re just looking dreamily at the sky
  • It’s a perfect shot of you and he wants to capture it quickly
  • You hear the camera go off and you look at him with a lil cute smile on your face and omg
  • The sweet bby’s heart is beating so fast and he just
  • Leans forward to kiss you
  • It ends quickly and you’re both blushing because he finally kissed you
  • But you’ve waited waaayy too long for a small peck oh no
  • He’s surprised at first with the sudden aggressiveness but hey he ain’t complaining


  • You and him were in the middle of a pretty heated argument
  • It had been going on for so long that you couldn’t even remember how it started
  • But the both of you were too stubborn to back down now
  • You were yelling at each other like crazy and Seven left the house a long time ago to avoid the fight
  • Eventually, he had started to say some pretty hurtful things and you were getting defensive
  • “Why the fuck are you even here?! I don’t even care about you!”
  • “Don’t give that bullshit about not caring about me! I’m here because I love you, Saeran!”
  • It gets really quiet after that
  • That was the first time you ever told him you loved him
  • All you can hear is heavy breathing from the both of you
  • But then he moves forward, takes your face in his hands, and kisses you like there’s no tomorrow
❝ I wanted to do something nice for you ❞

Plot: Your boyfriend Jimin tries to cook for you but he ends to destroy everything. 


Words count: 1,4k

Genre: Fluffy 

For this cutie @rajwah12345, I hope you like it! Kiss, M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Originally posted by sonyeondan

Look at him… How can he be so cute??? Someone help me.

“Nope.. nononono, dammit!”

Jimin’s voice manages to call you back to reality, you were too focused on your laptop to study for the next philosophy’s exam, one of the hardest and you hate it, you really hate it. You didn’t noticed the time go by, but when you finally look at your watch you realize that they’re more than three hours that your boyfriend is in the kitchen, doing something that you can’t still understand.

“Cmon.. Why?!? ”

“Jimin.. are you okay?” You ask, leaving the laptop on the couch and getting up from it begins to walk toward the kitchen. “What are you doing …? Do you want to destroy the house? ”

The closer you get and more you begin to smell in the air a strange burning scent and when, at last, you stop at the threshold of the door you know what kind of disasters were created by him for all that time.

The blond and fluffy Jimin, your boyfriend for over a year and a half, is surrounded by baking trays full of biscuits, completely burned. The cookie dough was able, and you can’t get how, to finish on the highest shelves and you can glimpse a quantity of dirty dishes in the sink and spread on the work top.

But the “best” show is Jimin. Flour has pretty much spread everywhere, especially in his hair that now are no longer as perfect as usual.



“What’s going on?” You ask giggling, folding arms to your chest by watching the show right in front your eyes. “You had a fight with some phantom that has now disappeared? I’ve never seen the kitchen so dirty! ”

“Go away” He screams embarrassed, bowing his head and avoiding your gaze as best he can. You find really adorable as his face turns when he’s shy and you only want to coddle him without ever stopping.

“What were you trying to do?”


“Babe… Burned cookies… Destroyed kitchen.. You cover with flour and chocolate.. ”

“What cookies? You’re hallucinating! ”

Giggling you approach him and let slide your arms on his hips, then going to cast off your hands on his “belly”. You can feel, under your fingertips, his defined muscles and with an effort you can manage to keep your mind “away” from certain types of thoughts. You are lower than him, he continues to appreciate this “particular” of you, so you’re forced to move your head to the side to see what he sees. The kitchen is in even worse conditions than what you thought, but you appreciate the vain attempt of your boyfriend to do something for you.

“You wanted to make cookies or they were a second choice…?”

“I wanted to make a cake. Even before I wanted to cook. But I realized I’m not Jin Hyung ”

“Nobody is Seokjin, Jimin. Do you want to cook together? ” You talkin’; going to place a soft kiss on his shoulder and smiling at seeing his face light up in your proposal. “I promise I won’t help, will you do it all by yourself.. So you can say you’ve cooked for me. ”

“Okay… But if I ask for help? ”

“I’ll help you, jerk. Come on, we should start to try to make these cookies. ”

His shyly smile is something that you’re not used to it, so suddenly you feel the uncontrollable desire to kiss him. With just one smile is able to upset you completely and how much you avoid to show it openly, you’re aware that he knows the effect he has on you.

He kisses softly your forehead, now more combative than ever, starting to move everything useless from the work top. You try to help him, but at every his glance, you got that he wants to do alone and you just have to watch, so you put your hands up in surrender, smiling shyly at him.  

“Why did you want to cook, Jiminnie??”

“I mean.. I wanted to do something nice for you. ” He whisper, even more embarrassed than before and feel your heart melt completely.

“You could dance for me. At least I know you can do it. ”


“Sorry sorry, no more mean things to my poor and sweet boy,” you mumble amused, finally able to get closer to the kitchen counter.

“Then.. You know that for first you have to measure out the ingredients? ”

“Ah.. Really?? ”

His answer leaves you shocked and you lay your gaze, for a moment, on the cookies, innocent and singed, taking one. Just one bite is useful to understand Jimin’s problem with cooking. You start coughing, the taste is something that goes beyond disgusting, while he lightly pats your shoulder to help you in any way.





His expression looks like that of a child that had lost his candy and that doesn’t help you, nay even more distracted by his gaze and you can’t remember what you were going to do and not even your name.


You look at him while taking the scale, unused until then, and rests her on the table with a combative gaze. It’s a war between him and the cookies, you’re more than sure.

“At least you know the recipe?”

“Of.. Right, the recipe.. OBVIOUS, I KNOW IT! ”

Yet more proof that he has no idea what to do, so you take the phone out of the pocket of your jeans and looking for a recipe for cookies, finding the one that seems to be the easiest of all. Always giggling you read aloud, for each ingredient you see him as he runs to the kitchen taking what he needs, biting your bottom lip from time to time because of his perfection, even covered with chocolate and flour everywhere.


“You have to measure out the ingredients, babe..”

“Right.. Then, sugar. "He says in satisfated tone and you at him while he’s biting the tip of his tongue to concentrate, the blond cowlick always falls in his eyes.

"Done! Now…now.. The flour. ”

When he picks up the flour bag, you already know that the disaster is going to happen. In fact, a few seconds later, you look at him stumble and you don’t even have time to record what happened.

You cough, flour came into your mouth and it’s a horrible feeling because it knead your palate with the tongue, while an exhausting sensation of itching starts to tickle your nose.


“Fuck..I…I… ”

“I’m not covered with flour from head to toe, I can’t… ”

“Jagi… ”

You cough again, taking off as best you can the flour from your face, puffing and seeing a small cloud of flour form in front of you. Yes, you’re completely covered with flour and the worst thing is you can’t be mad at him.

“You’re… You know that flour… Has properties… So is good for your skin? ”


“Huh, my beautiful and perfect love?”


You give him no time to take two steps that you’ve already taken the flour bag, at least what’s left of it, and start to run after him. Cookies can wait, your revenge no.

BTS: S/O accidentally walks in on them


You and Namjoon were a match made in heaven. You both loved discussing books and music, having deep conversations about the meaning of life and the universe … and you both had a knack for breaking things. And today was no exception. You wanted to bake a cake for the boys as a reward for all their hard work and Namjoon offered to help you, which you gladly accepted. It wasn’t often that you two spent time in the kitchen together. Your boyfriend was studying the recipe as you struggled to reach for the flour on the top shelf of the cupboard. Namjoon smiled to himself as he saw your effort to make yourself taller. “Come here Baby, let me get that for you,” he said, walking over to you. You had just barely reached and grabbed to flour as your boyfriend’s hands reached up to help, startling you and causing you to drop the flour, spreading it throughout the kitchen, covering you two in the process. You groaned at the mess you’ve made but started to laugh as you looked up at Namjoon and his now powder-white complexion. He laughed with you at the sight of you and the state of the kitchen. Then he touched his nose and said “Not it!” “GAH! You’re always faster than me!” you groaned, picking up the now empty bag of flour. “Only when I need to be, Jagi,” he winked at you as he strutted to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You quickly swept away the white powder and made your way to the bathroom as well. You didn’t hear the water running so you assumed Namjoon was already finished and in his room getting dressed. As you opened the door, however, you were greeted by your boyfriend, stepping out of the shower, water droplets running down his bare body. You froze as you stared at him in the steamy room, smirking at you. “Do you like what you see, Baby?” he asked, taking a step towards you so you could really see his features. “I-I didn’t k-know you … were still i-in here,” you stuttered, trying to look away. “You’re looking very dirty right now, Jagi. Maybe I should help clean you up,” he growled, grabbing your chin so you could look him in the eyes as he flashed you a dimpled grin. “But what about the cake?” you whispered. “We’ll buy one later. We’re out of flour anyway,” he said, pulling you into a heated kiss.


It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon when Yoongi decided to take you and Holly on a walk to the park. Normally you two would be curled up on the couch together, lazily napping the day away but the sunny weather made even your tired boyfriend eager for some action. There was not a cloud in the sky as the three of you slowly made your way to the park, Yoongi’s one hand holding the leash while the other had a tight grip on your hand. You two hadn’t noticed the sky turning darker until you got to the almost empty park. Holly startled as you heard thunder in the distance. “Oh no Yoongi! I think it’s gonna rain,” you pouted, gripping your boyfriend’s arm. “Hmm, the forecast didn’t say anything about rain,” he grumbled as he felt the first drop of rain on his cheek, angry that he didn’t bring an umbrella with him. “We should head back before we get soaked,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist as you swiftly headed back to your shared apartment. It started pouring as you were only halfway there and Yoongi picked up Holly and started to run, a firm grip on your hand as he pulled you with him. By the time you were back home, all three of you were drenched and out of breath. You quickly went to the bathroom to grab a towel for Yoongi and Holly and changed in there into some drier clothes. Yoongi made sure Holly was warm and dry before he took off his wet clothes. You walked into your room, expecting Yoongi to be finished as he normally doesn’t take long to get changed. You stood in the doorway, shock clearly showing on your face as you saw your boyfriend shirtless, about to unzip his pants, his upper body glistening from the rain. You hadn’t noticed that you had been staring until Yoongi spoke up. “Why don’t you take a picture, Jagi? It’ll last longer,” he smirked, running a hand through his wet hair. You smiled shyly, eyes falling to the floor as you turned away, wanting to give him some privacy. He caught your arm and growled in your ear, “Since you’re already here Kitten, why don’t you be a dear and help me out of these wet clothes?” You felt your face heat up as he took your hand and trailed your fingers down his torso until you reach his jeans and undid them. He slid them off, looking deeply into your eyes as he pulled you close and whispered, “Let’s cuddle under the covers to warm ourselves up.” He carried you into bed, licking his lips as he made a mental note to never bring an umbrella with him again.


Hoseok panted as he leaned against the mirror of the practice room, staring at his exhausted, sweaty features. He had been working on a choreography for his next solo stage that he was dedicating to you and he wanted to make it absolutely perfect before he showed it to you. You had tried to sneak a few glances at his work to get an idea of what it looked like but he had caught you every time and shooed you away, promising to you that you would be the first one to see it once he was finished. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand, smiling to himself as he had made the decision to show you his dance as soon as you came back from lunch with Jimin and Taehyung, finally pleased enough with his performance. He looked up at the clock to see that you had already been gone for over an hour. He had told the boys to stall you as much as possible so that he could work in peace but he was surprised that they had managed to keep you stalled for so long. He went over to his bag to dry himself off and change his clothes, pulling his shirt off in the process, knowing that you could be here any moment. In the meantime, you sighed a sigh of relief as you finally entered the studio, making your way towards the practice room, shouting a quick “See you later boys!” at Jimin and Taehyung. You knew they had been playing for time since Hoseok didn’t want you to see his unfinished choreography but you had been dying to see your boyfriend all day. As much as you enjoyed spending time with the other members of BTS you couldn’t enjoy lunch without your ball of sunshine. You picked up the pace as you rounded the corner leading to the dance room, eager to embrace Hoseok. You opened the door with a big smile on your face and shouted “I’m back Hobi!” Your jaw dropped as you stepped into the room, staring at the sight in front you. You had caught Hobi in the midst of taking off his damp sweatpants, a towel hanging around his neck, skin still glistening from his sweat. His face turned red at the sight of your sudden appearance and expression as he kicked off his sweatpants saying, “You’re back sooner than I expected.” His words knocked you out of your shock as you smiled and said, “I think I’m right on time,” eyes lingering on his toned muscles. He smirked, licking his lips as he strode towards you, taking your flushed face in his hands. “As a matter of fact, I was just about to show you my choreography I dedicated to you,” he whispered, sitting you down in the middle of the room. He tossed the towel away and turned on the music, stripping himself of the rest of his clothing as he started dancing for you, your eyes widening at the ethereal sight.


You were chopping up some vegetables as you heard your boyfriend walk through the door. He let out a loud, tired sigh as he took off his shoes and coat, causing you shake your head and smile to yourself. He had been working very hard lately on an upcoming Comeback, usually coming home when you were just waking up. You were really starting to miss him so when he told you this morning that he would take the night off to spend time with you, you decided to go all out and cook a big meal for him. Jin joined you in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you and tiredly kissed the top of your head. “That smells so good, Jagiya,” he mumbled into your hair, resting his head on top of yours. “Thank you my love. I spent the whole day planning this meal out,” you smiled, taking his hands in yours and facing him. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get freshened up? Dinner will be ready soon,” you told him, lightly pecking him on the lips. He smiled at you warmly before walking towards your shared bedroom. He began to change out of his sweaty work clothes, when you remebered you wanted to ask him something and ran to your room. You were greeted by a bare Jin, streching his sore muscles, the sight stopping you in your tracks. He saw you staring at him in awe, smirking as he took a step towards you, running a hand through his hair. “You just couldn’t wait to see me again, huh Jagiya?” he asked, stroking your cheek before closing your mouth. You blushed as you hadn’t even realized that your jaw had dropped at the sight of him. Staring at the broad shoulders you loved so much, you cleared your thoart and said, ”I just wanted to ask what kind of desert you wanted to have: fruit salad or chocolate mousse?” He smirked, placing his hands on your hips, he pulled you close to him. “I would rather have you for desert,” he whispered into your ear. You shuddered in delight as you ran your hands up his warm skin before wrapping your arms around his neck. You stared deep into each other’s eyes, a mischievous glimmer forming in Jin’s. “Maybe I should start with desert,” he said, pulling you in for a deep, yearning kiss. You pulled away after a few seconds saying, “I have dinner on the stove, I don’t want it to burn.” He pouted at your response as you released yourself from his hold. “Your desert will be waiting for you in the kitchen,” you winked at him before walking away.


You and Taehyung had only been dating for a few months now. He had invited you over for a movie night with the rest of BTS. You two were having a competition to see who can stay up the latest, seeing as though the eldest members were turning in after only two movies. You curled up next to your boyfriend, watching Jungkook’s head slump down on an already sleeping Jimin’s shoulder. “I guess it’s just you and me now,” Taehyung whispered low as he began stroking your hair, knowing the calming gesture would make you drift off to sleep. “Looks that way,” you stifled a yawn as you tried to focus on the film. You felt your lids grow heavy as you were overcome by drowsiness and fell asleep. You awoke later on the couch, covered in a blanket, still seeing a sleeping Jungkook and Jimin. The TV screen was dark and Taehyung was nowhere to be found. Streching, you sat up, wondering where he could be. You saw a light coming from the hallway and got up, thinking it would lead you to your boyfriend. Sure enough, the door to his room was opened slightly, light emitting from the opening. You pushed the door open enough to peak your head in, letting out a small gasp at the sight unfolding before you. Taehyung was in the middle of changing into his bedwear, pulling off his shirt, his back facing you, unaware that you were watching his every move. Your traced his defined muscles with your eyes, unconsciously licking your lips as he slid off his sweatpants. As he stood in his boxers, you let out a breathy “Wow”, taking in the sight, covering your mouth a moment later, hoping he didn’t hear you. Unfortunately for you, he did. He turned around in surprise, eyes wide with shock, only to be replaced seconds later with a warm smile as he saw you standing in the doorway. “I never would have thought my Baby was a peeping Tom,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you as you stepped into the room, your faced flushed with embarrassment and slight arousal. “I didn’t mean to… I just woke up and couldn’t find you so I looked for you and then I saw you were changing and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you and-” you hastily explained, only to be shushed by your boyfriend, placing a finger to your lips as he pulled you in tight. “You looked so cute sleeping that I didn’t want to disturb you. I was going to carry you to bed in a minute anyway…” he trailed off, an idea forming in his head. He went to his closet and threw you one of his shirts to wear for the night before making his way towards the door. “Since you were spying on me, I figure I can do the same to you. It’s only fair, after all,” he winked at you before going to stand in the hallway, peaking through the door, causing you to burst out in giggles.


You walked into your apartment, a mixture of exhaustion from hanging out with out friends all day and excitement because you get to spend an evening alone with your boyfriend plastered on your face. You threw the bags you were carrying onto the floor and proceded up to your bedroom, stripping yourself of your layers of clothing on the way. You wanted to take a relaxing shower before you got ready for your date night with Jimin. You had no idea what you two were going to do, only recieving a text from him this morning saying that he had a lot of surprises planned for you. You relished at the thought of him surprising you, knowing that he would take your breath away, as he always managed to do. Taking off your last articles of clothing, you slid into your silk kimono bathrobe as you made your way to the bathroom, humming contently at the way the fabric grazed your skin. You stepped into your bathroom and closed the door. Lost in your thoughts, you began to undo your robe, only to freeze at the sound of water splashing next to you. You turned to see Jimin sitting in your bathtub, grinning at you as he played with the bubbles in the water. “Well hello Jagiya. I’m glad to see you’re right on time,” he said, smiling shyly up at you. “On time for what?” you asked, pulling your robe shut, feeling oddly exposed as he gazed at you. “For your first surprise of the night, of course!” he exclaimed, leaning back so that you could see his toned torso through the water. You bit your lip as you felt your cheeks turn red at the sight. “I wasn’t expecting this kind of surprise,” you admitted shyly, looking down at the floor. “Well that’s why they’re called surprises, silly,” he said, pushing away some of the bubbles so you could see even more of him. He smiled to himself as he heard a small gasp escape your lips, causing any nervous feelings he had to melt away as his ego inflated. “Why don’t you come join me angel? The water is nice and warm,” he winked at you, biting his lip as you obliged, taking off your robe and getting into the soothing, warm water, sitting yourself down inbetween his legs. You sighed contently as you leaned back onto his chest, his hands lightly massaging your arms and shoulders while his lips pecked your neck. After a few moments you turned your head to stare deeply into his eyes, giving him a loving kiss on the lips as your fingers lightly stroked his legs underneath the water. “What other surprises do you have in store for me, my love?” you asked, breaking the kiss after a few minutes. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind before whispering into your ear, “Let’s just say, your robe was the last thing you’re going to wear tonight, Baby.”


You groaned as you walked into your apartment, fatigued after a long day of work. You quickly threw off your shoes and coat, wanting nothing more than a nice, hot shower to soothe your aching muscles. You slowly climbed the stairs to your room, wishing Jungkook were there to carry you as each step caused your legs to scream in pain. You slumped down onto your bed, groaning as you stripped off your work clothes, contemplating taking a nap before you showered. You decided against it and made your way to the bathroom in only your underwear, knowing you were alone, as your boyfriend wouldn’t be home for at least another couple of hours. At least, that’s what you thought. You were met with steam as you stepped inside the bathroom, confused as you looked at the fogged up mirror. It was only when you turned towards the shower did you realize that you were not alone. Jungkook had just been in the middle of drying himself off when you walked in. He stared at you in bewilderment with the towel draped around his shoulders. “I didn’t expect to see you so soon,” you said, feeling your face heat up as you tried to keep your eyes from wandering down his body. “I got off work early. I wanted to surprise you,” he said, taking his towel in both hands as he took a step closer to you. “Mission accomplished,” you chuckled, forcing yourself to focus on his face. He smirked at you, his eyes wandering up and down your body until he met your tired eyes. “I take it you want to take a shower, Jagi,” he said, taking his towel and wrapping it around your waist, pulling you so close to him that your bodies were almost touching. “I can get in with you if you want,” he winked, a devilish smile on his lips. You licked your lips at the thought, fully aware of what would happen if he joined you. “I don’t know, Kookie, I’m pretty tired,” you said, a teasing smile on your lips as you stroked his arm with your fingertips. He pulled the towel tighter, now fully pressing your body to his. “All the more reason to join you. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take care of my precious Jagi?” he asked as he pulled you into the shower with him, tossing your underwear into the room.

a/n: These turned out longer and smuttier than I wanted them to be… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ oh well.

fanboyofallthingsfandom  asked:


  • even though ginny grew up where someone was always constantly cooking in her home, that did not mean she knew how to cook.
  • or hell, even had a natural talent for it. 
  • you could say she was disastrous in the kitchen, which meant that luna always cooked.
  • but luna was having a stressful time with her research lately, and well, ginny wanted to do something special for her.
  • while luna was out and about visiting harry, ginny decided she would try to cook luna her favorite meal.
  • she had it all prepared. she had even owled ron for some pointers.
  • but five minutes into cooking, the meal exploded in her face and all over the kitchen.
  • and naturally, luna walked through the door right as she was cleaning up.
  • ginny felt so frustrated, but luna just giggled.
  • “what are you doing, gin?” she asked her kindly.
  • ginny sighed and spread the flour now plastered to her face further across her forehead.
  • “i was just trying to do something special for you for once,” she answered honestly, “you’re always cooking. i felt like i should try and learn.”
  • luna smiled softly and made her way toward ginny.
  • once she was in front of her, she cupped her face in her hands.
  • “you do special things for me every day, like listen to what i have to say. people used to never listen, but you always have.”
  • ginny smiled shyly and felt herself blush, and luna leaned forehead to gently kiss her forehead.
  • “and besides,” luna added, “it’s more fun to play with food than eat it. right?”
  • ginny chuckled, “maybe for some people. i prefer to eat it, if i do say so myself.”
  • luna poked ginny’s stomach and giggled, and ginny responded by flicking flour in her face.
  • then before they knew it, they were having a food fight.
  • and once it ended, ginny realized how happy she made luna without knowing how to cook.
  • all she wanted was for luna to be happy, and that was enough for her. even if it meant she couldn’t prepare her own meals.
Stress baking be like
  • Someone: Hey, how are y-
  • Me: *opens oven to point at loaf of bread*
  • Me: *makes sweeping gesture at the other three loafs of bread already on the counter*
  • Me: *gesticulates wildly at the five trays of cupcakes on the table*
  • Me: *pulls open cabinet to reveal it bursting with cookies*
  • Me: *explodes violently into a mess of dough and frosting*
Love at First Video Part 16: Muffins

Misha Collins x Reader

1150 Words

Story Summary: You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.

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“West, don’t you dare!” You heard Misha yell as you rounded the corner into the kitchen, your arms full of video recording items. You stopped at the scene in front of you. Misha was cowering in front of the bay window, his hands in front of his face, while West stood there laughing, a bag of flour in one hand, his other dipped inside. Maison was sitting at the counter, clapping her hands loudly as she cheered her brother on.

“West!” You exclaimed, surprising him so much that he dumped the opened bag of flour on the ground in front of him. You could only watch as a huge white cloud filled that side of the kitchen. When it finally settled down, you covered your mouth with your hand, trying not to laugh at the scene in front of you.

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Making Sense

A SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown

There was flour fucking everywhere.

“Did any of the flour get into the bowl?” Baz mused as Simon dumped another cup of the powder on the countertop, dropping a ball of dough on top and sending a cloud of flour drifting across the kitchen.

“Shut up,” Simon grinned, gingerly biting the leftover dough off of his fingers.  “Do you think we put in enough cherries?”

“We already did double what the recipe called for.”

“I know, but I want there to be cherries -”

“In every bite,” Baz finished, smiling fondly at Simon concentrating on the dough, his brow furrowing involuntarily.  Baz loved that furrow.  That furrow was only one of countless things Baz loved about Simon.

Simon turned to meet his eye, and Baz quickly dropped his gaze to the flour-covered counter.  Baz loved Simon’s eyes too much to even be able to look at them.  It was like trying to stare at the sun; he had to look away after a second, but the image was still there, stuck behind his own eyes, burnt onto his retinas.

Oblivious little fuck.

“Should I roll it thinner?” Simon asked, snapping Baz out of his thoughts.  Not that it mattered, the thoughts would carry on, like subtitles in his brain, impossible to ignore.

“It looks fine,” Baz shook his head.  “I wonder though, should we add something to them?  Like peppermint extract or something?”

“Why would we do that?”

“They are meant to be for a Christmas party…”

“So we’ll make Christmas cookies next,” Simon shrugged, “I’m not going to change the scones, they’re perfect as they are.”

Baz got an idea.  “How about we cut them with Christmas cutters?”

Simon laughed.  “The scones?”



They dipped their cookie cutters in the inch-thick layer of flour that covered the counter and cut their scones into Christmas trees and gingerbread men.  They worked in silence, side by side, Baz trying to hide the bristling that occurred whenever he was close to Simon.  He still found it hard to believe that after all these years of being friends and spending time together, Simon had still never seemed to notice the effect he had on Baz.

They both reached into the flour bowl at the same time, their hands brushing.  It shouldn’t have made Baz blush, it wasn’t like they never touched each other, but Baz couldn’t help the fact that every touch felt like an electric shock, like it made his neck crawl.

The second their hands brushed, Baz fought the urge to snatch his back.  He wasn’t expecting Simon to do the snatching.

Baz peeked at Simon’s face.  The boy was staring down at the dough, but his eyes were wide and his cheeks were…

Don’t overthink it, he told himself. You mean nothing to him, not like that.

But there was that tiny voice inside somewhere that kept him hoping.  What if you do?

“Ready for the oven then?” Simon broke the silence, a little loudly for such a simple question, especially with Baz right beside him.

“Sure,” Baz replied, trying to sound light, and they transferred the dough onto the pan, sliding it into the oven and setting the timer. Baz brushed the flour dust off his hands and turned back to Simon.  “Now we wait.”

Simon had an odd expression on his face.  He stared sort of… past Baz, like he was so lost in thought that he was seeing the things he was thinking, and they were happening right behind Baz.  “What shall we do in the meantime?” Simon murmured.

“Well,” Baz watched Simon’s face, puzzled.  “We could start to clean up, I guess.”

Simon’s eyes narrowed.  “We could, yeah.”

“Did you have something else in mind?”

Suddenly Simon’s eyes met Baz’s, too quickly for Baz to look away.  He returned the gaze as coolly as he could, feeling more and more exposed with every second that dragged by.  “Something wrong?” he managed, his mouth dry.

“No,” Simon murmured, not looking away.  “Nothing’s wrong.  In fact, something’s right.  Everything’s right.”  He took a deep breath.  “Everything is… making sense.”


Simon took a step towards Baz, then another.  His gaze was so intense that Baz instinctively backed up, finding that he had nowhere to go, he was already backed against the counter. “Simon,” he stammered, “what are you doing?”

“There’s…” Simon cocked his head up at Baz, now only inches away.  “There’s flour on your face.”  He reached a hand up to brush his thumb across Baz’s cheek, so softly that it felt like a butterfly’s touch.  Baz could hear his heart pounding in his ears, louder and louder and…

And then Simon reached up…

And Baz’s heart went silent.

Because Simon was kissing him.  Shyly.  On the mouth.

Baz’s eyes scrunched shut, and he went so tense that his stomach almost felt sick.

Simon dropped away from Baz’s mouth.  When Baz opened his eyes, Simon’s face was red, and his brow was furrowed again.  “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

Baz had to take a couple of breaths before he found his voice. “W-what for?”

Simon’s eyes were blurring up.  “I thought I’d figured it out,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I thought that you wanted… that. I guess not.”

“Did… did you want that?”

Simon squeezed his eyes shut, and a tear dripped from one of them.  “It doesn’t matter.”

“Simon,” Baz rushed to dry the tear from Simon’s cheek, not even thinking about the gesture.  “I need to know.”

For once, it was Simon who couldn’t meet Baz’s eyes.  “Yes, alright?  I wanted it, but clearly you didn’t, so let’s just forget it happened and carry on.”  His voice was hitching as he fought back tears, his breath becoming ragged.

Baz didn’t know it was possible for a heart to be broken and mended at the exact same time, but while Simon’s tears tore him apart, he felt light as air, practically giddy.  Without letting himself think about it, he leaned down and kissed the tear off of Simon’s face, letting his lips linger a second longer than they needed to.  He felt Simon’s shuddering stop in surprise.  When he met Simon’s eyes, neither of them looked away.  “Wait,” Simon breathed, “did you want that?”

Baz could barely whisper the words “God, yes” before he was crashing into Simon’s mouth again.  This time there was no hesitation, no stiffness, just a lifetime of wanting coming to a head.  

Simon’s mouth tasted of cherries and the salty sweetness of the dough he’d been sneaking the entire time.  Baz’s hands went from Simon’s face to his hair, one hand exploring the back of Simon’s neck.  Simon gave Baz’s chest a push, and before either of them knew what was happening, Baz was sitting on the countertop, Simon straddling his lap and kissing him so deeply that Baz thought he might faint.  Simon’s hands cupped Baz’s face, still pushing him back until Baz was leaning his head against the cupboards, the cold wood the only thing giving him any sense of direction.  His world was nothing but Simon, and he couldn’t hold back a moan as Simon angled his head and opened Baz’s mouth with his own.  

It wasn’t until much later, when they finally broke apart, dizzy and gasping for breath, that they realized they’d sat in the flour.

lol this harvard study linking eating gluten free and type 2 diabetes together is so stupid in a way

i think a lot of people are misinformed and think gluten is starch(a carbohydrate kinda like sugar) when it’s actually a protein and then when people go gluten free, they typically just eat pasta and pastries that say they’re gluten free, but the only difference between what they used to buy before and now is that the flour used is protein(gluten) free and now it’s actually just 100% wheat starch, so when people replace their their food with a gluten free version, they’re essentially ingesting much more carbohydrates and no protein…. it’s no fucking wonder that their insulin levels get’s fucked up and have a higher risk of developing it?¿

like they make it sound like a diet not containing gluten makes you diabetic but in reality it’s ignorance and carbohydrates :/ 

A date with Eric #1

((Lol, no one asked me to do this. I don’t care. Did it anyways. Fuck you all. Enjoy Eric Harris fluff. Fuck.

“REB, YOU’RE DOING IT ALL WRONG!” I yelled and snatched the whisk out of Eric’s hands.
“They’re just fucking brownies, y/n, what does it matter?” Eric shrugged.
I frowned, my lip quivered, “just brownies…” I sniffed and widened my eyes, “JUST brownies. No Eric, these are our brownies and we’re going to make them right!”
“Well shit. I can’t believe I agreed to do this with you.” He said angrily as I tightened the knot of his pink apron, which has roses painted on the front.
I giggled, “Sucks to be you.”

I took the bowl off him and instruct him to tip the caster sugar and butter in. He reluctantly did so. Eric had always had a soft spot for me, which is why he asked me on a date, probably. We had always been friends, ever since the 7th grade when he first moved to Littleton, We were always close: me, him, and Dylan. Eric asked me out in school, leaving a little note in my locker which read:
Dear, y/n,
I know we’ve been friends for-fucking-ever but I kinda wanna hang out alone… more than friends? I’ve had a crush on you for a while now and I just thought it would be okay to ask. If you don’t want to, then just ignore this and just act like you never read it, but if you do then come talk to me and we’ll arrange something.
Love, Reb
I had never read something so precious in my life, and truth be told I had a crush on him too, so I accepted his proposal, and we decided that we’d just hang at my place.

“Okay, the recipe says beat the sugar and butter together.” Eric sighed in disbelief that he was actually being forced to make brownies.
I nod in his direction and mix the two ingredients together until they formed a fluffy, yellow mush, “What’s next?” I turned to him.
He leaned against the counter, his mind somewhere else, my words caused him to regain focus, “Says here,” he paused to find where he was up to in the cook book, “add the eggs.”
“Pass the eggs then, dip shit.” I rolled my eyes.
“You get them.” He insisted.
“Stop being a douche and pass the eggs.”
“Use the magic word.”
“NO! Reb pass the fucking eggs!” There was an adamant tone to my voice.
“Magic word, y/n.”
“Ugh,” I groaned, “Fine. Pass the eggs, Reb, please.”
“Good girl.” He smirked and slid the eggs to me across the counter.

I cracked the eggs and plopped them into the mixture and whisked them in, it changed into a slimy, yellow goop. I made sure to follow Reb’s instructions carefully, listening to each word. After beating in the vanilla essence,I spooned melted chocolate into the mixture and mixed it in thoroughly. Me and Eric took turns after one of our arms got tired. He tipped the flour and cocoa powder onto the mixture and gently stirred it in.
“ERIC HARRIS!” I yelled.
“Whoa, whoa, what?!”
“You’re doing it wrong,” I rubbed my temples as I became rather infuriated, “You’re supposed to sift the flower, now its going to have flour lumps and it’s going to take forever to stir!!!”
“So-fucking-what. It’s just brownies.” he sighed.
“It’s not just brownies Eric it’s-”
“Yeah, I know, I know,” He place his hand gently on my cheek and looked me in the eyes, “they’re our brownies.” I don’t know why but the way his eyes pierced mine made my stomach do a flip, and the way he caressed my face so gently made me shiver.

“Nice job, Reb.” I patted him on the back.
“My brownies are gonna be godlike as fuck, man.” He grinned.
I smiled at the goofy smile sprawled across his face, “Yeah, they are.”

He had chocolate splattered across his cheek and flower all over his pretty apron but he still managed to look pretty adorable. He tipped the mixture into the brownie tin and look pretty pleased with himself, now all we have to do is put them in the oven. I ran my thumb across the warm chocolate that was on his cheek, removing the mark from his face, and inserted it into my mouth. The sweet taste of dark chocolate danced across my tongue, it was bitter but sweet at the same time, just like Eric.
“Let’s put this in the oven, shall we?” Eric said excitedly.
I enjoyed his enthusiasm, because I didn’t see it very much, “Yeah, lets!”
Eric carefully placed the tin into the oven and closed the door. He set a timer for 25 minutes. “NBK?” He asked.
“NBK.” I smiled back at him.

He bounced onto the couch in my living room while I popped the video tape labelled “Natural Born Killers” into the VCR. I threw myself down next to him and began watching the movie.

Things were never usually this awkward between me and him. We hung out all the time, but the thought of it being labelled a date hung over us like a big, grey cloud. We were nervous because neither of us had ever really been on many dates before, and we didn’t want to ruin a really good friendship also. 15 minutes had passed and we were invested in the movie. I had found my focus shifted from the movie to Eric’s face. His lips especially. His lips were a pale pink, like a rose bud. I stared at them when he bit them in anticipation created by the movie, or when he’d take a drink from a pop can. They looked so puffy and so soft. I wanted to push them against mine to badly but I was too nervous. I feel a blush form on my face and force my concentration back on the movie. Little did I know Eric was experiencing the same problems.  He was trying to find away to get my attention, without making the awkwardness worse. Eventually, he got the courage to proceed further. He placed his hand on my knee. I didn’t complain, I just was shocked, I never thought my BEST FRIEND Reb would be touching me. But in that moment he was and I was enjoying it. He slowly etched the hand up my leg, making circles with his thumbs on my inner thighs.
“E-Eric.” I stuttered out, feeling slightly nervous as his hand was only a few inches away from my womanhood.
His hand froze instantly, he looked embarrassed, as if I had just rejected him. He was about to pull his hand way, but I held it there, not wanting him to stop.
“Y/n?” Eric murmured.
“C-Can I kiss you?” The words that escaped his lips surprised me. They were shaky, I could tell he was nervous by the tone of his voice. I looked at his lips again, still pink, still plump and soft looking, still as kissable as ever. It took all my strength not to grab him and slam my lips into his right then and there.
“Yeah.” I tried to hide back the smile that began growing on my face as he leaned in.

He placed his forehead on mine, our hot breath mingled together for a few moments. I waited, excited, for him to finally press the lips I had been wanting to taste for a long time against mine, and satisfy the deep hunger I had for him. They were almost touching. So, so close. Not even an inch away when he stopped.
“Um,” he quickly pulled away, “y/n, can you smell burning?”
I sniffed the air, and looked towards the kitchen. Fuck. I spotted a thick cloud of smoke followed by the sound of a fire alarm, “Shit.”

I leaped up and ran to the oven and flung it open. I grabbed a dish cloth to cover my hand as I grabbed the hot metal tray and threw the burnt brownies onto the counter. I frown, looking at my burnt brownies when I suddenly feel two hands slither around my waist. Eric nuzzled his chin into the nape of my neck.
“This is all your fault.” I whimpered
“How?” He had a harshness to his voice.
“Because you didn’t sift the fucking flower.”
He laughed at my remark, “you’re so cute.” He planted a kiss on my cheek.
“You too, Reb.” I said, with the fire alarm still beeping loudly throughout the house.

Pancakes & Poetry

Smol! John Laurens x Tol! Reader; ft. Awkward Alex

Modern AU

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1980

Warnings: None :)

Request:Situation  27, dialogue 20 with John Laurens, pleease?
Height Difference AU
“Stop calling me cute!” “Stop doing cute things!”

A/N: First off, I am so sorry. I know that historically, John Laurens was tall and like six foot, but I was writing for Lin’s interpretation of Laurens. Which to me, is short Anthony Ramos. So, I apologize for being historically inaccurate. Also, I wanted to break the norm of the reader being short and the character tall. I seriously LOVED writing this one. Lol I made Laddie suffer while I finished it, because apparently she loved it too. Also, this is longer than most imagines we post. I would be more than happy to continue to write for this situation. If you have an complaints or criticisms please drop them in the ask box. Hope you enjoy!

You let your fingers dance along the leather spines. You felt over the pages, and the embossed titles. There were too many books in the world to read, it depressed you and excited you simultaneously.

You already had a modest amount of books in your hands.

“Ehh…ehh…almost there!” a strained voice said.

You looked up from the shelf to see a small man with curly dark hair, desperately trying to reach for a book on the top shelf. He was balanced on two stools, the book still out of his reach. His fingers graced the spine.

You sighed and set down your books on the small bookshelf and walked over to him. He hadn’t noticed you. He was too enthralled with his frustration. You sighed a little louder, trying to announce your presence.

“Dammit!” he shouted, as the tower of stools tipped from under him and he fell of sideways. You caught him with ease. It took him a moment to untense and open his eyes. He smiled at you, surprised. “Oh.” he blushed. “Hi.”

You set him back down and grabbed the book he was reaching for. You handed it to him and smiled awkwardly. “Hi, glad I could be of help.”

You started to walk away, back to your books.

“Hey! Wait!” he shouted.

You stopped and turned around. “What?”

“I…um…I want more books.” he laughed. “And I can’t really reach them. Would you…mind?” he smiled widely. “Please. I would appreciate it so much!”

You shrugged and sat your books back down. “Sure.” you laughed. “What books?”

He didn’t just want a few books, he wanted about twenty books. Loaded up on classics, romances, and poetry. Particularly love poetry.

“Pablo Neruda, Shakespeare, Dickinson, Frost…hmm.” you laughed as you watched the clerk ring him up. It took the two of you to carry all the books to the front.

“Yeah,” he laughed, pulling a credit card from his wallet. “I like classic literature. Also, I’ve got a friend who is really into poetry too.”

“Oooh, who is she?” you teased.

He blushed and shook his head. “No, he is just a friend. His name is Alexander.” he watched the clerk for a moment then turned to you and held out his hand. “I never actually introduced myself, I’m John Laurens. You can call me whatever you like.” he smiled.

You shook his hand awkwardly. “(Y/N) (L/N), you can just call me (Y/N).” you laughed.

“Alright, (Y/N), thank you!” he shook your hand then put his credit card back in his wallet.

“Do you want a bag…or a box maybe?” the clerk laughed.

“My hands are just fine.” John smiled.

“Whatever dude.” the clerk rolled his eyes and wandered from the counter.

“ ‘My hand are just fine?’ “ you laughed, “Wow. What a response.”

“Trying to save the environment.” John smirked, scooping a few books into his arms and then stacking them precisely.

“If you’re trying to save the environment, you should probably stop buying books.” you held up his copy of Gone With the Wind, “This is probably a tree on its own.” you laughed. “You are a tree killer.”

“Guilty is charged,” he grinned, “that’s what I get for being an avid reader.”

You laughed. “Hey, John, how do you expect to carry these to your car?”

“I don’t.” he grinned. “Because I didn’t drive here.”

“Are. You. Serious.” you laughed.

“Unfortunately, yes. You’re not going to leave me to walk home with all these books, are you?” John guilt tripped you.

“Can’t you just get a box?”

“Well, I’m trying to save the environment from now on. So, no more cardboard, paper, or plastic.” he adjusted the books and started towards the door. “Ya coming?” he shouted, holding the door open with his foot.

You laughed and shook your head. “I had some books of my own too.”

“Don’t worry about it, I saw that you got the same books as me. We are trying to save the environment, so I figured I’d just buy them as a payback for you helping me.”

“I can’t do that.” you laughed. “They are yours.”

“Well, I guess you could come over and borrow them sometime.”

“John,” you laughed, “are you asking me on a date?”

“Maybe, or I’m extending an invitation to my super private and exclusive book club.”

“Wow, I’ve always dreamed of getting into such an exclusive club! I don’t think I can handle such an amazing opportunity.”

“Fine.” John laughed. “Just let me buy you a cup of coffee and we can call it good.”

“I never said no,” you grinned, “Is the offer still up for grabs?”

“Of course. Unlike most book clubs with bowls of fruit and plates of cookies, we make pancakes.”

“Sounds like a deal.”


You walked with John to his apartment. The book club invitation did not wait. John led you to his study, which was already piled high with unread books. There was a partner desk across from his. A man was bent over it. His hair was long and silky. He looked up, adjusting his glasses.

“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t see you here. Who’d you bring home, Laurens?” the man laughed.

“You must be Alexander, the fellow poet.”

Alexander blushed and reached for your hand and kissed it. “I guess I am. What brings you to the humble abode of Laurens and Hamilton?”

“Pancakes and books.” you smiled.

“Aw, yes. Well, if excuse me…I need to get back to my…poetry.” he laughed.


You and John were back in the kitchen, making pancake batter. He had given you a red apron, while was now covered in flour.

“How do you turn this on?” you laughed.

“Like this.” John explicitly grabbed your hand, and moved it to the red button on the hand mixer. It became spinning and beating methodically against the bowl.

“Ahh!” you jumped back and John laughed. The mixer went rogue and exploded the bowl on you.

You fell back onto the kitchen floor, with pancake mix all over you.

John dropped down to you, concern on his face. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

“Fine.” you laughed.

John smiled, now that he could breathe easy. “Uhh…you’ve got something on your-” John chuckled. He reached his hand down to you and pulled you back up to your feet.

“What?” you touched your face, searching for the pancake splatter. “Where is it?”

“Let me get it.” John leaned forward, towards you You took a step towards him tentatively.

You continued to pat around your face, searching for the batter. John blushed and giggled. “Um, I can’t reach you.” he laughed.

You bent your knees, lowering yourself. John smiled and stood on his toes. His soft hands touched your nose. He brushed his finger over the bridge of your nose and brought his finger to his lips and licked it. “Hmm…that’s good.” he laughed. He planted his feet back on the floor.

“Really?” you laughed. You dipped your finger in the batter and splashed some on John’s nose. However, you didn’t think about your size compared to John, so the spray of batter covered his nose and flicked into his right eye, and dripped down to his lips.

He flinched when it hit his face, then he burst out laughing. You reached down and wiped it off his face with your finger, mimicking his action. You didn’t do it in one swift action. You wiped it off his nose, then his eye with a different finger, then you stared at his lips. You tentatively brought it to your lips and nodded, smiling.

“It is good.”

John smiled tentative and took a step towards you. You bent your knees slightly, watching over John’s shoulder to his feet, his toes raising to the floor. You moved slowly, the moment isolated in time. John focused his eyes, softly on you. You moved your hand under his neck, up to his chin. His hand moved up to your back, as far as he could reach, slightly leaning on the bar for a gain in height.

“Hey! I got all the copies from the library-” The two of you split apart. John fell off balance and fell to the floor. Instinctively, you jumped down and caught him, a foot from the floor.

Alex stood, with his glasses on the tip of his nose, three books dangling from his hands. One fell to the floor. “Uh…Hey, (Y/N), you should join our book club! It’s every Saturday night.”

“Oh.” you laughed nervously. “Great.” you glanced down at John, him in a dancing dip position. He smiled up and you and laughed.

“Yeah, sounds great Alex.” John laughed and smiled, gritting his teeth. “Hey, how about we start next week? That way you get back to your book or essays or uh poetry?”

“Yeah.” Alex nodded slowly, bending over to pick up the book and started backing out of the room. “Sounds great. Uh, see you next week, (Y/N)!”

“You too!” you shouted. “Bye, Alex!”

Alex gave a quick wave and smile to both of you and darted out of the room. Dropping and sliding onto the wooden floor, into the safety of his study.

“Well. Uh. Where were we?” John laughed.

“Salsa dancing?” you laughed.

John smiled. His hand slowly moving to your hand. “Maybe we should make that for next week. Mix it up a little bit. Maybe salsa pancakes?” he laughed.

“Maybe.” you giggled.

The silence and tension returned. The isolation resumed. John was slipping from your hands and the batter dripped over his lip. John closed his eyes, bracing for the kiss.

You kissed his cheek and pulled away, a smug smirk on your face. “There we go.” you grinned, wiping the rest of the batter off his face with your finger. You licked it satisfyingly.

“T-T-That’s all?” he laughed.

You shrugged and pulled John back up to his feet. “I guess you’ll have to wait till next week, at the next book club meeting.”

You grabbed your belongings, slipping your jacket on, maintaining your grin. John laughed and rubbed his arms. “Oh, yeah. Sure.” he laughed, glancing down at the floor.

You walked past him, out of the kitchen towards the door. He followed you, continuing awkward small talk, his cheeks growing a bright crimson. “Yeah. So, I guess salsa pancakes next week? Maybe a little salsa dancing?”

“Hey, um, what book are we reading next time?” you said, slipping on your shoes.

John shrugged exaggeratedly and laughing, leaning against the open doorway. “Beats me! I don’t know.”

“Okay, sounds great.” you laughed.

You stood in the middle of the doorway, John leaned in the middle. His arms hanging awkwardly at his sides.

You ran up the first step and pulled his towards you swiftly. You grabbed him by the shoulder, your grip softening. You kissed him once and quick, getting a reminiscence of the sweet pancake batter, realizing you hadn’t actually made the pancakes yet.

You pulled away, letting your hand linger for a moment in his. He stood there. Eyes wide and jaw dropped open. His cheeks glowed like rubies. You kissed him once more on the cheek and separated yourself from him. “Well, I’ll see you next week! Bye!”

You skipped off the steps, down the apartment steps.

John was stood there, in an amorous daze. He waved weakly back to you. “B-B-Byyee…!” he laughed, his shoulders loosening up for a moment. “Bye, (Y/N)!” he finally got the words out. He shouted after you. You glanced back, on the street, smiling up at him. He waved at you. His words softened until he spoke to himself and the empty space.

“I…I love you.”


Request: Could you write something with Leo and his crush and they teach him how to bake?
Note: I hope ya’ll like this!! and if you wanna send feedback and ways I can improve I’m completely open to it!! 

Why did he agree to this again? Oh because all she had to do was give him her wide-eyed-lip-pout look and then he’d be wrapped around her little finger. Which is why he was now in his kitchen with fresh ingredients, he was clueless - he knew how to use his Katanas, he knew martial arts and he knows how to speak Japanese. However, he had No idea how to bake, the only one who knew how to cook was Mikey… and his food wasn’t exactly edible, and oh were you talking to him?

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“Don't...” (Part 1)

Part 2


S C O T T : “Don’t leave, I don’t want to be by myself…..please.” Scott whispers to you as you’re getting out of his bed. 

“Okay.” you whisper back as you lay back down, embracing the silence between you two.

He pulls you close to him, his arms wrapping themselves around you. You place your head on his chest bringing your arm to his waist, resting it there. After what happened tonight with him and Liam you didn’t ever plan of letting him go, at least not for awhile. He brought his hand to your hair, running his fingers through it. You let the tears, that you were holding in all night, fall on his bare chest. He pulled you even closer to him, which you didn’t think was possible, as he let out a few of his own tears. In that moment you realized you never wanted him to leave, and that you wanted to be with him for the rest of your life.

S T I L E S : “Don’t throw it!!” You yell at Stiles, laughing while using your hands to shield yourself from the flour in his hand. 

“Give me one good reason.” He tells you smirking.

“I’m your girlfriend!” You yell knowing that he would still throw it. 

“Hmm, I don’t know if that’s good enough.” He tells you faking a thinking expression.

He throws it and you squeal whch causes you to get some of the flour in your mouth. You spit it out in the sink, making a disgusted face while he’s laughing his ass off.

The two of you were just trying to make a cake, but while you were putting the tin in the oven Stiles decided to grab a handful of flour. Now there you were with a face full of flower and a laughing Stiles

D E R E K : “Don’t do that Derek!” you yell desperatly as he approaches the beast. “STOP!” You scream even louder, begging the beast to let him go. You grab your bow and arrow and aim directly at it’s head. You watch as it plunges it’s claws into Derek’s chest. Knowing it was useless to shoot and arrow at the beast, you let Braeden handle it. Quickly you run to Derek as you’re on the verge of tears. You pull his head close to your chest and put your hand over his wound, trying to apply pressure to it.

“Go.” Derek tells you with a weak whisper.

“Not without you.” You tell him stubbornly, as tears start slowly moving down your face. “I’m not leaving.” You hug him tightly, not knowing it was going to be the last time he would hug you back in a while.

Guys this was just part 1, I really wanted to get this out soon for you all. Don’t worry I’ll have the 2nd part out either this week or next. Remember I take requests of any kind. ;) This is from my wattpad by the way @ariannasimagines

Until next time.


Why does nobody ever talk about how weird Maryland is? 

Nobody ever talks about Maryland, period. It’s like they forget it’s a state. There’s no real stereotypes about people from Maryland, because it’s right in the middle of the east coast, EXCEPT everyone from Maryland is obsessed with crabs and Old Bay seasoning. You may think I’m exaggerating, but my friend’s brother used to actually drink Old Bay straight. The only time I ever saw my boyfriend look at me with anything other than pure love and respect was when I said that I thought crabs served in the shell were overrated. McDonalds in Maryland serves Filet-o-Fish WITH OLD BAY SEASONING. Once I saw a production of The Little Mermaid in Maryland, and the actor playing the chef sang “now some Old Bay!” instead of “now some flour,” and the audience burst into rapturous applause in the middle of the song. Old Bay is as essential to Marylanders as flour.

The official state sport of Maryland is jousting. No joke.

And once, I went to a McDonalds’ down the road from Camp David while George W. Bush was staying there, and there were free-range chickens who lived in the parking lot. It made me uncomfortable.

Edgar Allan Poe, John Waters, Frank Zappa, and F. Scott Fitzgerald are all  from Maryland. Oh, and John Wilkes Booth. Something weird is in the water there. My money’s on Old Bay.

Recipe: Tortilla

Description: Can be used as a vessel for food or eaten by itself.

Game ingredients: Corn

This recipe restores 50 energy and 20 health. It can be obtained from the Cooking Channel and sells for 50g. 

Difficulty: Easy, 20 minutes. Makes 4 small tortillas. 

I tried to make these using corn flour but it turned out horribly, so for now these are flour tortillas. I may post another recipe in the future using corn flour.

-1 cup all-purpose flour
-½ teaspoon baking powder
-½ teaspoon salt
-2 tablespoons canola oil

In a small bowl, combine the flour, baking powder, salt, and canola oil. 

Add the water one tablespoon at a time, mixing it together with a fork until it forms a dough. It’ll use roughly 3 tablespoons.

Knead the dough for five minutes on a lightly floured board and then set it off to the side for 10 minutes under a teatowel. 

Separate the dough into four equal pieces and roll them out into circles with a rolling pin, about 5 inches in diametre. Heat a cast iron or non-stick skillet over medium-high heat for a couple minutes or til the pan is hot. 

Place the uncooked tortillas on the pan for 1 minute or til bubbles begin forming on the top. Flip the tortilla and cook for 30 more seconds. 

Note: If you notice the tortilla rapidly filling with air (like a small bread balloon, it’s kind of amusing) simply flatten it back down with a flipper. 

The tortillas are simple to make and different from the usual store-bought, but tasty and soft nonetheless. Best served warm.


A Throne of Glass and Fury: Part I

Late night/early morning writing because I can’t breathe well enough to go to sleep, haaaayyyyy!!

Seriously guys, as I am typing this right now, it is 3:42 am. I can’t sleep, so what better way to spend my time than to rock out to Valentina Lisitsa and write?:)

This is the first part to my TOG/ACOMAF Crossover Mini Series: A Throne of Glass and Fury. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, here’s the link to the Synopsis:

Hope you guys like it:)

“Feyre, darling,” Rhysand purred. “I may be mistaken, but I believe the recipe called for only a dash of rum. Not the entire bottle.”

I sighed in frustration and moments later felt arms slither around my waist. Rhysand squeezed my sides, and my frown gave way to a small smile.

Cauldron damn him.

Rhysand tisked and murmured, his voice so deep I felt it reverberate through my entirety, “Now, now. That’s no way to behave towards someone who’s offering their expertise, is it?”

“You truly are the biggest pain—”

“I’m going to pretend like you weren’t going to finish that sentence because I’m already thinking about our situation, Feyre, and thinking about many, many things that would certainly not be appropriate in front of our little audience.”

I smiled devilishly and whispered, “Like what?”

Rhys growled. “One of these days, we’re going to come down here, without everybody else, and I’ll make you cupcakes…”

“I prefer cookies,” I playfully interrupted.

“Cookies?” He smiled against my neck.

I nodded. “Chocolate chip.”

He laughed lowly, continuing, “Then we’ll come down here, and I’ll make you as many chocolate chip cookies you could possibly eat.” He paused. “I make the best cookie batter, you know.”

My eyebrows rose. “Oh really?”

Somewhere in the back, Mor was yelling at Cassian for mixing up baking soda and vegetable oil and how she had absolutely no idea how you could possibly mistake one for the other, and Rhys should just kick him out of the house right now, for there was no use for such a moron here.

Rhysand’s lips ghosted over my neck; slowly up the sides and down where it met my shoulders, breath fanning out over the skin at my nape, tickling the little baby hairs that resided there. I clutched his forearms. 

“I can only imagine how it would taste on you.” His whispered words sent delicious chills dancing along my spine. 

“Ugh. Get a room,” Cassian grumbled as he passed by us.

So fast even Rhys hadn’t anticipated it, I grasped a handful of flour and threw it directly at Cassian’s face. 

His mouth opened, comically aghast as I doubled over in laughter. Even Rhysand had small chuckles leaving his lips. Azriel stood just a few paces away from Mor, lips pursed as if fighting a smile and Mor only laughed and bellowed, “Finally!”

“I will get you back for that, Feyre.” Cassian promised, eyes glimmering in delight.

I only smiled wickedly and said, “Bring it.”

Before he could pick up flour to throw back at me, I winnowed to the other end of the kitchen.

Cassian stood there, guffawing as Rhysand was now covered in white flour that made his dark features stand out quite handsomely, if I were to admit it. 

“That’s not fair,” Cass exclaimed. “No winnowing allowed!”

“All’s fair in love and war,” Azriel said quietly, a small smile playing about his lips as he contentedly licked away at a spoonful of cake batter.

“Since when did this become a war?”

“Ever since you threw that batter at me,” Rhysand said, and chucked a handful of the cake batter Azriel had currently been snacking on at him.

“Hey!” Azriel proclaimed, clutching the bowl to his chest. “Use something else for your damn ammo!”

Before we knew it, it truly did become a full out war. I was soaked and sticky from head to toe, my hair adorned with flour and eggs and the Mother knew whatever else. 

Somehow, Azriel had chicken feathers stuck to him, and Cassian just absolutely could not hold in his laughter at the sight of it. “You look like a rutting chicken!” He had exclaimed.

Azriel merely chuckled before maneuvering Cassian into a headlock. 

I say Rhysand rolls his eyes before he snapped his fingers and all the mess in the kitchen went away and was entirely spotless once more.

“As fun as all that was, I need to have a moment to speak to Feyre, if you all don’t mind.”

There was no room for argument in his tone, though I’m not sure any of them were going to being that though the kitchen was spotless, we ourselves were still in much need of baths. 

Rhysand and I said our goodnights to each of them before they left without a trace. The room was silent, save for my heartbeat which I was sure he could hear. 

I turned to him. “So there is, apparently, a matter so dire that it could not be discussed in front of the rest of them?”

Violet eyes glossed over as Rhys lowly replied, “Oh it could have been, surely. I just thought this one might be a bit more…private.” 

We were silent for a few minutes, letting that electricity between us heighten when he took my left hand in both of his. His lips lowered to the silver band, identical to his, that adorned my third finger.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” I murmured. Rhysand lifted his eyes to meet mine, but his lips did not stop their lazy assault as he slowly kissed a path from my fingertips to my shoulder.

“About what?” 

“About our marriage.”

He chuckled. As his nose was now skimming my collarbones, I was beginning to focus more on his touch than on anything else and he very well knew it, the cheeky bastard.

“Not getting any second thoughts, are we?” He playfully retorted.

“The complete opposite, actually,” I paused. “I want to have an official ceremony. Where we invite our friends, the different Rulers, our people, everyone. I want to have a celebration underneath the stars.” 

I stopped to place both my hands on either sides of his face, lifting it to meet my gaze. “I want all of it, Rhys. With you.”

“You’re sure?” He asked, but there was a quiet sort of happiness in his eyes. He had secretly wanted this as well, but did not want to request it for fear of feeling like he was pressuring me into doing something that I really didn’t want to.

But the truth was, I did want to go through all of these things. All of the traditions, even the most frivolous, utterly ridiculous ones. I wanted to get married in front of our people, I wanted to get dressed up and see Rhysand’s reaction when I walked down that aisle. 

“Of course.”

Rhysand smiled, one that took my breath away. His right hand cupped my cheek, and our brows met. “I love you,” he said simply. 

“Just how much, exactly?” I teased. 

He growled. “I can show you much better than I can tell you.” My heart sped up at his promise.

Not a heartbeat passed before he lifted me onto the countertop, lips torturing my neck, my breasts, my thighs and in between them.

Indeed, Rhys could certainly show me much better than he could tell me.


**Six Weeks Later**

I woke to soft, sensuous lips brushing across the naked plane of my stomach, my navel, right underneath my breasts…

My lips quirked up in a small smile as I said, “You’re such a tease.”

Rhysand growled. “You’re the fucking tease,” his words caressed my navel. “If my memory serves me, I believe you were wearing clothing when we went to bed. How is it that I woke up this morning only to find that you were without it?”

I opened my eyes and was greeted by the sight of Rhysand in all his early morning glory; his midnight hair was gloriously messy, violet eyes brighter in the morning light, voice richer with exhaustion.

“I got hot during the night.”

“You know I could have just opened the window.”

I met his gaze and murmured, “But what would have been the fun in that?” Rhys’ teeth flashed as if to say, ‘Indeed’. “Rhys, I…I have something to discuss with you.”

He took both of my hands in his and quietly asked, “What?”

I took a steadying breath. “I’ve decided who all I’m going to invite to our Wedding Celebration.” His eyebrows rose in silent inquiry. “The Queen of Terrasen and her Court.”

“The Queen of Terrasen? There hasn’t been one for many, many years.”

“I know. The previous queen’s daughter has finally come back to claim her throne. And…I’ve invited her to come.”

Rhysand was silent for a few moments, dark brows furrowed in concentration as he mulled over what dangers this could possibly pose. He must not have found any because he nodded and murmured, “I’m not even going to ask if you truly think this is a good idea.”

I placed an innocent kiss to the back of his hand. “Good. Because I’ve already made up my mind.”

“Oh, trust me,” he purred. “I wasn’t going to try to change it.”

A devil’s smirk. “As if you could.”

Violet eyes deepened. “Is that a challenge?”

My only response was a wild, wicked grin.

~End of Part I~

***Want more of Feyre and Rhysand? Check out my A Court of Mist and Fury Short Story: Lacy Little Underthings***