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稲荷大神 (Inari Ookami) is the Shinto god/goddess of foxes, rice, tea, sake, fertility, agriculture, and merchantry whose messengers are a pair of (pure white) foxes and whose numerous shrines are famous for their vermilion 鳥居 (torii - shrine gate).  It is said that Oinari-sama’s favorite food is sweet deep fried tofu and the food item 油揚げ (abura-age) is also called 稲荷揚げ(inari-age).

お稲荷さん (oinari-san) or 稲荷寿司 (inarizushi) are delicious pouches of sweet deep fried tofu filled with rice or sometimes 蕎麦 (soba - buckwheat) noodles.  My mom usually likes to pack them with 炊き込みご飯 (takikomi gohan - rice flavored with dashi, soy sauce, vegetables, etc) nutritionally enhanced with quinoa.  My favorite takikomi gohan flavor is 茸 (kinoko - a common type of mushroom).

Another way you might see inari-age is as a topping for noodle dishes.  When you see inari-age floating in 饂飩 (udon - thick wheat noodles served in a mild broth of dashi, soy sauce, and mirin), it’s known as 狐饂飩 (kitsune udon - “fox” udon).  Meanwhile, 狸饂飩 (tanuki udon - “raccoon dog” udon) is udon topped with 天麩羅 (tenpura) flakes.

I brought up tanuki because kitsune and tanuki are the main two traditional shape-shifting tricksters of Japanese lore and are often seen as a thematic pair.  It’s also said that most faces can be categorized as one of the two face types.  Kitsune faces are small and feminine with narrow eyes while tanuki faces are large and round with big eyes.

vilya1  asked:

What is your favourite Studio Ghibli movie?

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! What a deliciously disgusting question. 

Not my absolute favourites but I couldn’t answer this question without mentioning them: Spirited Away, Princess Mononoke, My Neighbour Totoro, The Secret World of Arietty and When Marnie Was There. 

But, my two favourites (I have to have two, kill me) are Howl’s Moving Castle and From Up On Poppy Hill. 

I will try and put a lid on how much I could ramble about Howl’s because mother of god, do I love that film. But, Howl’s and Poppy Hill sum up everything I love about Ghibli movies. One is full of magic and demons and spells and fantasy and one is just a story about two people in the real world and they are both so wonderfully done that they’re both magic, whether they’re real world or not. And of course, they’re both about love, which could be said for every Ghibli movie really :)

*mutters more about Howls and Poppy Hill and the voice acting and fucking Christian Bale you have ruined any other male voice actor ever and Anton Yelchin and the animation and it’s so gorgeous and the FOOD AND THE LITTLE TOUCHES YOU COULD EASILY NOT NOTICE AND JESUS CHRIST*

I have a lot of feelings. 

attention + s.coups

group: seventeen

member: s.coups

genre: pURE FLUFF

description: you’re dying for the attention of the cute boy in your grade, but unfortunately, none of your so called ‘charming’ qualities work. also, the cute innocent boy isn’t actually as innocent as you think.

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anonymous asked:

I have this headcanon that Adrien really really loves sweets since he has a really restrictive diet as a model, and when Marinette finds out she brings him pastries ALL THE TIME. Bonus if chat kind of laments that he loves sweets so ladybug brings some along on patrols and one day Adrien is like WAIT SHIT MARINETTE MAKES THESE

OH MY GOD!!!!! FUCKING RIGHT, ANON, WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS. 

MARINETTE WOULD BRING HIM 2 COOKIES EVERY MORNING, AND HE’D BE ANXIOUSLY WAITING FOR THEM, AND JUST… “MARINETTE, THESE ARE THE MOST DELICIOUS COOKIES I HAVE EVER TASTED” OH MY GOSH~ AND MARINETTE IS ALL BLUSHES BECAUSE “I MADE THEM” AND ADRIEN IS LIKE “YOU’RE SO TALENTED” CHRIST. 

CHAT, LIKE YOU SAID, TELLING LADYBUG ABOUT HIS LOVE FOR COOKIES, AND LADYBUG BRINGING COOKIES, AND CHAT IS LIKE “HOLD THE FUCK UP, THESE TASTE EXACTLY LIKE MARINETTE’S?” AND HE ASKS LADYBUG WHERE SHE GOT THEM, AND LIKE “I MADE THESE FOR YOU” AND CHAT CHOKES. 

The First Thing He Said To You
  • Daniel: On the bright side, you'll smell delicious all day!
  • Jonah: Oh my gosh! Lucky!
  • Zach: Suit yourself, shorty.
  • Corbyn: Oh my goodness do you use the lip kit?
  • Jack: Will you stop messing with that?
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  • Further explanation or nah??

anonymous asked:

Just got done watching the matrix and talking about how fine Keanu was in it. He's still fine tho my gosh <3 your imagine john wick with the shower gif graced my dash

Ahahah! Oh gosh, Keanu is delicious in The Matrix.

I prefer him with a beard hands down… but his shaved look and smooth skin just afjasifjaoads

~A.

Waited Long Enough

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,949

Warnings: Smut, un-protected sex, fluffy stuff ;)

Summary: Reader just had surgery on her abdomen and having to wait three weeks to have sex again.

A/N: Requested from bovaria’s 100 Kink List, #70; After an Injury

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anonymous asked:

OK ,but how cute it would be Pennywise letting a "I love you" slip to the reader ,like they are arguing and he is like "dammit woman I love you but you can be such a pain in th-...."

OH MY GOSH!✨😍✨
I love this idea~ Thank you for implanting such a delicious thought into my mind!

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The weather wasn’t the best one and Mia’s idea of leaving the warm shelter her office offered wasn’t as well. She began regretting it the first five minutes of the walk back home “Who the hell would come up with the great idea of wandering around in the street when it’s so freaking cold!?” she muttered in irritation, kicking random pebbles she found on her way.

There wasn’t a soul outside and Mia started to think that coming back to the warmness of work would be a great decision, it was winter and, as if it weren’t enough, according to the weather lady at some point of the day a great blizzard would arrive in the city. The strong currents of wind predicted that moment was coming. On the other hand, the time spent on thinking what to do gave her greater distance from work so she just opted to continue her way back home, maybe, if she fastened her walk, she would be able to get there before the blizzard arrived.

The coldness was beginning to become unbearable, Mia managed to stand it as long as she could but she reached a point in which if she didn’t find somewhere warm she would freeze. She looked for any open business where she could ask for shelter for a while but the street was almost desert of any commerces and the few ones she was able to see were closed. She finally spotted in the distance a boy closing from the inside what seemed to be a bakery. She ran desperately, waving at him to stop his actions and shouting “Hold on! please stop!” she was lucky as the boy paused his attempt to close the business. When she reached him, breathlessly, she was able to say “He- hey… Look, it’s really cold outside, and I’ve been walking for a considerable amount of time to say that if I continue I’ll not make it home. Please…” she made a pause to take a deep breath “… please could you let me stay in just until the weather gets better?” the unknown guy quickly answered “Yeah yeah, sure, come in.” Mia let out all the air she didn’t know she had been containing and mouthed a ‘thank you’, as she was too tired to pronounce any word. She felt the boy’s big warm hands grab her from the shoulders guiding her to the inside. The sweet smell of cookies and cupcakes along with the pleasuring warmness of the place welcomed her in the best way.

The bakery was quite small yet that only made it more cozy. There were some beautiful paintings as well as price boards hanging on its dark brick walls. The illumination was pretty dim, but not enough to not allow Mia admire the beauty of the place. All the furniture was on cream colours; on the right there were some tables; on the left, a chill out area with a few bookcases, a vintage jukebox and some armchairs placed around a fireplace, finally, at the back, a counter and behind, a wall that separated the kitchen zone from the rest of the local. That was it, a simple but effective space on its mission of being comfy for whoever got to come over.

“Gimme your coat, I’ll hang it here” she did as she was told. After placing it on the hanger the boy took off his christmas themed jumper, his underneath shirt lifting on the process revealing two tattooed ferns each one placed on each side of his hips. Once he got the jumper on his hand he handed it to Mia, she looked muddled at him “You can put it on if you want, you’ll get warm faster” His offer made Mia think it would be a bit weird if she just accepted to put on a stranger’s piece of cloth but the coldness her body felt was greater than anything else so she grabbed it and put it on. The piece of fabric smelled fresh, clean with a nice cinnamon hint; as it fitted quite big on her she had to hitch the sleeves to let her hands out “Thanks.” “It’s nothing… Are you hungry? you can eat whatever you want” Speaking her mind, Mia really did appreciate his kind gestures but, if she already felt she was annoying, when he offered her those commodities the feeling just grew worse “Thanks but no, I don’t want to bother… uhm… what if I help you with something? consider it as a way of payment for letting me stay here” he rolled his eyes “Oh c’mon! you don’t have to return me anything. It isn’t a problem for me to let you stay C’mon, let’s give it another try… I made hot chocolate, would you like some? I won’t admit another no as an answer” he said this last part whispering, which made Mia giggle “Okay… I’d love to have some.” the boy chuckled and childishly walked to the back of the counter, muttering a “Much better” Mia took a seat on one of the armchairs and looked at the kind person who had helped her. He was tall; a green hair scarf decorated his head stopping his quite long curly brunette locks of hair to fall on his face, Mia actually liked the look it gave on him. She had to admit he was a really attractive guy, emerald sparkly eyes, long lashes, a slightly broad nose, heart-shaped pink lips and a slight tanned skin; she was able to spot again a small cross tattoo on his left hand ‘Will he have more’ she asked herself. Her thoughts were interrupted when he came back with two smoky cups “Here you have, be careful it’s quite hot.” “Yeah, don’t worry, I’ve got this” she proceeded to take a sip but the instant contact of the hot liquid on Mia’s tongue made her move the cup away abruptly “Gosh! I didn’t expect it to be that hot!” trying to hide his chuckle Harry asked her if she was okay, when he was assured he broke out in laughter “Well, I see you’re a bit stubborn, aren’t you?” “No, not at all.” he gave her a sarcastic look, waiting for her to admit such an obvious thing. She tried to hold the stare but the funny faces he did made her lose that sudden battle “Okay… maybe I am.” he continued laughing while she just rolled her eyes.

“By the way, I’m Harry” the boy extended his jewelled hand towards her “Oh yeah, how impolite, I’m Mia” in the moment their hands were brought into contact they couldn’t help but to let their eyes meet for a bit too long, when both of them realised it they awkwardly returned to their chocolate.

*A few hours later*

“Okay… so tell me Mia, how did you end up in the middle of a desert cold street when a blizzard was to come?” “Great question… I was at work and my shift finished, my workmates advised me to stay until the weather was better but I chose going home, I didn’t reckon it was going to be that rough though.” he chuckled while shooking his head “I already thought you were stubborn but now I can see that you’re way more than that” faking outrage she counterattacked “You know what? You’re pretty annoying” he just shrugged “All my friends say the same, you’re not telling me anything new. Wait to hear my great knock-knock jokes…-” “Enough!” he grinned at her reaction, not being different from others “Yeah, that’s what everyone says when I mention it” he approached to Mia’s ear and whispered “The best part is they all end up listening to them” Mia slightly shivered at the feeling of his hot breath “Are you okay? I think I saw you shiver, you still cold?” she tried to avoid his charming gaze “uh? No, I’m great!” Looking anywhere but the boy she had in front of her she took a sip of her chocolate “This is so good! isn’t it?”

Harry knew she was nervous, actually, he did it on purpose, just to see her reaction. During the past few hours they had been sharing some facts about themselves and reached a certain level of acquaintance, in occasions they even fooled around, specially Harry. That was something he never had imagined to be doing with a girl who, a few hours ago, was a completely stranger. But there was something about her which captivated him; maybe her stubbornness, which made her look cute or those sparkly brown eyes; but definitely a thing was clear, he was interested in continuing talking to her.

“Well, if you think that is good then you should try the cupcakes”

“Harry, I don’t want to…” before she could continue he gave her a warning look

“Okay… yes, I would love to have one” he grinned directing to pick one, the best tasting he had. He shouted from the kitchen “Mhm I see you’re learning” in response she sticked out her tongue to him, although he couldn’t see her.

If anyone told Mia she would end up at the end of the day stuck on a bakery, with a really good looking but unknown guy, having a great time with him she wouldn’t have believed it but now that it happened she wouldn’t change it. She liked the way Harry was, he treated her like if she were his longtime friend and that made her feel more comfortable around him, despite it, what brought her mind to get confused was the way her body reacted at every minor contact with him. Obviously it wasn’t like if she had fallen for him but she knew there was a special chemistry between them.

She got up from her seat and went to where Harry was finding his slight bowed figure trying to choose between the variety of cupcakes in front of him “Need help?” he startled and turned to her “Geez Mia, you scared me!” she let out a pout and walked to him rubbing his back up and down “Are you okay little baby?” he looked at her directly in the eyes “Well, now that you’re here yes” Mia didn’t expect that answer and couldn’t help but blush. Harry, after realising he said what he just wanted to keep on his mind facepalmed on the inside.

Trying to pretend nothing happened, to ease the situation, Mia picked a chocolate cupcake and gave it a bite, after taking her time chewing it she closed her eyes enjoying the delightful taste it had, she let out a low soft moan “Oh my gosh, this is so freaking delicious!” That comment brought Harry to grin and blush “Did you make it?” Honestly, at first Harry was quite fearful of what Mia would think about his baking, but after seeing her approving reaction his chest filled with a really sweet feeling. He saw it as one of his most pleasuring victories. With a warm smile that made two cute dimples show up Harry replied “Yeah, actually this bakery is mine. I make all the stuff that’s in here. From the simplest bread till the most complex cake” As Mia heard him she could see pride on his eyes. She concluded he didn’t work there just for money but because of something else “You really love it, don’t you?” “It’s been my dream since I was eleven” He made a pause and sat on the floor, inviting Mia to do the same. Once both of them were cross-legged sat in front of each other he kept on talking “I used to stay at my granny’s house every summer. She had a bakery and, at first, I just wondered around the place and saw how she did everything. Then I started helping her cleaning and when I had the appropriate age she began teaching me how to bake. I really liked it, not only because I got to spend a lot of time with my grandma but because I felt it made me happier than anything else. By the time I had to choose what I wanted to study I definitely knew baking was my thing, so I attended a school and after years of making savings by working here and there I set up my own business. And now… here I am.” The eager he talked with and that true happiness he oozed with every single word he let out confirmed even more his love to baking. Mia was glad he got to achieve his dream. “What about you? Earlier you said you had a job” Before answering Mia got up and picked another cupcake, she gave Harry a ‘can I?’ look, to which he nodded smiling, then she returned to his cold and hard seat “I work in an office and at the same time study a medicine degree” “Really? how do you manage to do that?” “Well, at first it wasn’t any easy, I didn’t sleep at all; but as you know, when you desire something so bad you do everything just to get it. In fact, as I heard your story, I realised we had something in common. We both found out what we wanted to do for a living at a young age and we are fighting for it. You’ve already made it, I’m yet on my way” If Harry already kind of fancied her he now liked her even more. The way she spoke revealed she was a pretty mature girl as well as driven. Every time she opened her mouth she left him wanting to know something else “Since I was a little girl whenever I saw any of my relatives or friends sick I wished I could do something to make them feel better, that’s when I decided I wanted to be a doctor. But what kind of doctor? You may ask, well, from my sixteens till my eighteens I worked as a babysitter and oh my gosh those kids were so freaking cute! At the end I chose to study paediatrics and, honestly, I’m really excited with It” “That’s so cool, sure you’re doing great!” he tucked some wild strands of hair which covered her chocolate eyes. The single brush of his fingertips on Mia’s skin brought goosebumps all the way through her arms ‘What the hell is happening’ thought Mia, why did Harry, a guy she just met a few hours ago, had that freaking effect on her? that’s what she kept on thinking since the first touch they shared.

Regarding Harry, on some occasions, he did those movements on purpose, to see if she felt the same way about him; others, he just couldn’t help it, she was extremely cute on his eyes.

****

Harry and Mia enjoyed their comfortable silence while they ate another of his delicious cupcakes. Mia couldn’t help but to keep her eyes on that cross tattoo which decorated Harry’s hand. Maybe it was something kind of trifling but she was interested in knowing whether Harry had more tattoos than the ones she saw at the beginning of the evening. He noticed this and broke the silence “You know? On that period of small jobs I had, being a piano teacher for kids was one of my labours. I remember once one of them saw one of the first tattoos I got. He was really shocked, I think it was the very first time he saw one. He asked me why I decided to stain my skin, and I tried explaining him. After several attempts he gave me the same answer he had been giving me since the beginning: “I can’t understand it” I just laughed, how could a seven year-old kid figure out that? Nevertheless that got me thinking. I once also were a child and didn’t understand way too many things. That made me come up with the meaning of one of my tattoos: ‘Things I can’t’. During my whole adolescence I tried to give an answer to all those things I couldn’t figure out, and believe me, they were a bunch, but that made me the person I am today.”

Harry usually didn’t talk that much about his tattoos, nor their meanings, but he felt Mia was worth telling them “That’s very deep… how many tattoos do you have? Are all of them meaningful to you? Where do you have them?” Mia thought the fact that he inked his skin with drawings that had background just made him more beautiful “First: I lost count after the thirtieth. Second: I’ve got some stupid ones… I mean, I wrote ‘big’ on my big toe, so… anyway, apart from that one most of them have a backstory; and, third: Most of them are on my left arm and chest… however, i’ve got one on a secret place…” he ended his statement with a smirk, making Mia look away and blush madly “Hey, I’m just kidding. All my tattoos are on visible places I promise” Mia narrowed her eyes at him, then both broke out in laughter “Harry!!! I was like: okay that’s too much information!!” The kitchen filled with loud guffaws from both parts. The great symphony their combined laughs made was broken by Mia’s phone ringtone ‘Fuck’’ they thought “Ehh… That’s for me, I’ll be back in a couple seconds” he winked at her, letting her know there was no problem. When she was outside the kitchen she picked her phone from her back pocket, the name of Sam, her housemate, glowed on the screen:

- Sam! What’s up?!

- Oh my gosh, Mia are you okay? Where have you been? Are you conscious that there’s just been a freezing blizzard out there?

-Yeah, mom, I am. Sorry for not having phoned you but I completely forgot. I’m on my way home, ‘kay?”

-’Kay, but you didn’t answer my question, where are you, are you safe?

- Yes, chill, and don’t worry, I’ll tell you when I get home. See ya!

-Mmm… okay… bye then.

Harry wasn’t the kind of person who liked to hear private conversations but he couldn’t help It. With a hint of sadness he approached to her from behind “So… you’re leaving?” Mia turned to see his beautiful face pouting “Yeah, I totally lost the sense of time. I apologise, I didn’t intend to stay for that long” A carefree gesture was done before Harry said “You don’t have to be sorry, I had great fun.” “Me too” Another time, they stayed in complete silence, just staring at each others orbs. Harry moved his look to her lips, so did Mia. Little by little they got nearer and nearer until there was a close gap between them. Harry gently placed one hand on Mia’s waist and looked straight at her, in some way asking for her permission. Mia replied by pulling him from the hem of his shirt “Kiss me you fool” those were the words Harry had been looking for. Without any hesitation they merged into a sweet soft kiss. Harry’s plump lips moved slowly in sync with Mia’s. His expectations were nothing compared to reality, her lips felt like heaven, they were soft and delicate. Regarding the dark-haired girl the hot breath that hit her lips brought soft electric currents to run along her spine, this time, more intensified than the others before received. When the air was beginning to lack they hardly broke the contact, resting their faces on each other’s forehead. “Mia, I’d really like to see you again” she grabbed his hand and kept It in between hers “That’s for sure, but now I gotta go. Thanks for everything Harry, you’ve been a lovely guy” said she slowly breaking their grip and making her way out. Before opening the door she turned around “oh, and this is yours” she was about to get off her borrowed jumper but he stopped her actions “Just leave it there” she frowned “But, why… -” “Just to make sure you’ll come back, you still gotta listen my knock knock jokes” that answer brought Mia to smile, on the inside, she was up to listen to them if that implied seeing again those charming eyes, besides, she had one or two up on her sleeve “Okay then… See you soon Harry” “See you soon Mia”.


MASTERLIST.

Series: Becoming Mrs. Styles (part 6)

–Taste testing wedding cake samples with Harry :)

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You had been looking forward to this day ever since you had called the bakery to set a time that you and Harry could come in to try different types of cakes to decide which type to have at the wedding. All you had to do was show up and eat cake with your fiancé, what’s better? And it seemed that Harry was almost as if not more excited than you were about the prospect of going to an appointment to eat cake. He was always trying different “natural” diets and doing weird juice cleanses and especially now before the wedding he was trying to make sure he looked as trim as possible, but he loved an excuse to not have to worry about that stuff, at least for a little while. 

So you and Harry were all smiles when you walked into the little bakery that you both had been in a few times when you were craving something sweet, and you were never disappointed. And you definitely weren’t disappointed now as you looked around you at all the pastries sitting behind the glass, your mouth beginning to water. Sweet aromas filled the air inside and you suddenly realized how hungry you were. 

“Hi, we’re supposed to try cakes today so we can choose our wedding cake?” Harry told the woman standing behind the desserts. You laughed at the way Harry’d phrased the sentence as if he wasn’t positive that this is an actual thing people do. He smiled down at you, eyes slightly squinted. 

“Oh yes, Mr. and Mrs. Styles?” She confirmed.

“Soon to be,” you replied with a smile, your heart fluttering at the idea of becoming Mrs. Styles. It still seemed crazy to you that this was going to be your life, being the wife of Harry Styles, famous singer, adored by millions and, most importantly, your best friend. 

“Please follow me,” the woman told you both as Harry took your hand and you followed her to the back part of the bakery, where a small table was set up with two chairs. “The chef will be with you in a moment.” You and Harry thanked her as she left the two of you to take your seats.

“I’m so pumped for this cake,” you told Harry, eyes wide and a wicked grin on your face as you bounced up and down in your seat in anticipation.

“You sure sugar is what you need right now?” Harry laughed before kissing your cheek. 

After another minute or so, the chef came out of the kitchen, rolling a cart with what looked to be more than 20 pieces of different types of cakes! Your mouth watered once again and you smiled up at the chef as he introduced himself, but all you were really focused on was the desserts sitting in front of you. 

“So each plate is labeled with the type of cake and frosting that is on it, and you can choose to do a cake with frosting different from the type that I have put on it. Please enjoy and I’ll check back in a little bit to see if you’ve made a decision,” he told you both as he placed all the plates on the long table that you were sitting behind. 

“Thanks so much,” Harry told him, his expression resemblant of a kid’s on Christmas morning. “Thank you!” You added, ready to dig in.

“Harry! I’m so happy,” you exclaimed, eyes closed and a huge smile on your face.

Harry’s booming laugh made you open your eyes to see him smiling back at you. “Why are you the cutest person in the world?” He asked as he leaned in to quickly kiss your lips. 

“Don’t know, I guess that’s just how things worked out,” you joked as you began scanning the plates in front of you to decide where to begin. “I’m gonna start with red velvet,” you declared as you reached for the plate and pulled it closer to you. 

“Yeah I’ll try some red velvet,” Harry decided. 

As soon as you took the first bite, you closed your eyes and sighed in content. “It’s just so good.” And so you ate a few more bites, and then a few more.

“Hey, love, we’ve also got all the rest of these cakes to get through. You’re going to fill yourself up with this one,” Harry laughed as he pulled the plate away from you and to the other side of him.

You pouted, half jokingly because it was really good, and Harry kissed your nose. “Don’t worry, little one, I don’t think you’re going to have a problem with not having enough cake today. Let’s try chocolate next, hmm?” Harry asked while already starting to dig into the delicious looking piece. “Oh my gosh, Y/N, you’ve gotta try this,” he told you as he dug another piece onto his fork, bringing it to your mouth. You opened it as Harry slowly placed the cake into your mouth from the fork before pulling it back. 

“Mmmm, is o good,” you managed to get out while still chewing the chocolatey goodness. Harry smiled as he grabbed yet another piece of a different cake and brought it closer to the two of you.

And suddenly you were at your wedding reception as Harry was shoving cake into your mouth and you into his. And you were both laughing, along with everyone in attendance who had their phones out to take videos of the two of you. And then you were dancing with Harry and you were surrounded by all the people you love, and all you could feel within you was bliss and so, so much love. 

“Babe?” Harry’s voice pulled you out of your daydream as you turned to look at the man you couldn’t wait to marry. “Ready for more or are you already caked out? I told if you -” he was interrupted when you leaned in to kiss him, deeply and passionately and with love.

Once you finally pulled back, Harry looked at you questioningly but with a huge smile starting to spread across his face. “Wha’s that for, love?” He asked, curious as to what brought on that sudden display of affection.

“I just love you very much and I cannot wait to be your wife,” you told him simply as you stroked his cheek. Harry started slowly shaking his head back and forth as his eyes stayed locked on yours.

“You amaze me everyday,” he laughed. “God, how did I get so lucky. I love you so much, baby,” he responded, his fingers brushing a loose piece of your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. “What do you say we finish trying these cakes so we can go home and make sweet, sweet love,” Harry whispered in your ear as a chill ran down your spine.

“Red velvet,” you told him with a huge grin, eager now to get home. The chef came back out at that point and asked if you’d made your decision.

“Um, yes it’ll be the red velvet cake, please,” Harry told him before looking at you with a smile.

“You sure?” You knew Harry liked red velvet too but you didn’t want to be the only one making the decision.

“Absolutely.”

“Red velvet it is, great choice,” the chef confirmed before you thanked him and all said your goodbyes. 

You and Harry rushed into the car so you could get back home and enjoy an even sweeter treat than the ones you had just indulged in.

;)

Thanks for reading! The rest of the series will consist of the wedding and reception! Feedback/requests welcome as always :)

What the signs say as moms:

ARIES: “omg honey!! your bf/gf is ADORABLE! y'all need condoms??”

TAURUS: “let’s have a picnic you guys!”

GEMINI: “so, sweetie, have you had sex yet..? not that I’d be mad I just want the 411. on everything in your life.”

CANCER: “no, you cannot have boys/girls over yet, you’re literally 12. bye.”

LEO: “my goodness you look soooo good!!, you must take after me😘”

VIRGO: “let’s take cute pics.”

LIBRA: “okay so I know you’re only 3 months old.. but we should try to finger paint.”

SCORPIO: “awh, you started a tumblr blog, how cute! we should follow each other. actually no, bad idea”

SAGITTARIUS: “okay! so I’m going to make a delicious dish!” *orders pizza*

CAPRICORN: “oh my gosh.. YOU ARE SO DANG CUTE OMFG”

AQUARIUS: *sings songs as loud as they can together*

PISCES: “y'all, we should go to Taco Bell.”

Phil Lester Imagine

Not my gif CREDIT TO THE CREATOR 


“Alright… And now we just take them out of the oven.” You say to the camera resting on a tripod on your kitchen counter. You were currently making a Valentine’s day cooking video for your YouTube Channel. You were making some triple fudge brownies. You lay your final product on the cooling rack. “Oh my gosh they actually look and smell delicious.” You announce. You then cut them up and arrange them neatly on a plate for a montage part of your video. The video cuts to Phil your long term boyfriend in the kitchen helping himself to some brownies. “Phil Lester what do you think you’re doing??” You ask as you put the camera in his face. “I’m so sorry. I thought you were done filming.” “I had to wait for them to cool.” “Well they are cool and delicious… You should try one.” Phil says with a mouth full of brownie as he tries to feed you a bite. You turn the camera back to you as you take a bite. “Mmmm… They are good.” “SEE??” Phil says as he puts the rest of the brownie in his mouth. “Well at least we know now that they are good… They have the Phil Stamp of appro… PHIL HOW MANY DID YOU EAT THERE ARE ONLY TWO LEFT!!” “IM SORRY (Y/N) I COULDN’T HELP IT.” 


THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING… Please let me know what you think… All feedback is welcomed

butterynutjob  asked:

Smelly candles and Black Friday!

smelly candles: what’s your absolute favorite scent?

VANILLA. OH MY GOSH I LOVE VANILLA. It’s so sweet and delicious and comforting. I have vanilla candles, and vanilla deodorant, and vanilla shampoo. Viva la vanilla.

black friday: what is one thing, if anything, you would sell your soul to own?

I really don’t joke about selling my soul. I don’t want to attract anything’s attention that way, yo. I would be so super love to have a Time Turner, though. I would use it to sleep, work, write, and clean at the same time.

Sick Days

Tyler Carter (issues) imagine? Where you’re sick and he is taking care of you, like making you soup and getting you some medicine and much cuteness please

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I sat up slowly in bed, my head pounding. I couldn’t breath from my nose and my throat felt like someone took a power sander to it overnight. My boyfriend, Tyler, stirred next to me, stretching and yawning before opening his eyes and looking up at me.

“Why are you up so early, baby?” he asked in a voice still riddled with sleep. I sniffled loudly, glancing at the clock.

“Its noon, Ty. But I think I’m sick,” I told him. He sat up and put a hand to my back, rubbing up and down. 

“Sweetheart, you sound horrible,” he said. 

“Thanks.” I put my hands to my eyes and fell back on the pillows with a groan.

“I’m going to go pick you up some medicine, okay?” Tyler said. I nodded, not wanting to talk because it hurt. “Before I go I’ll make you some tea for your throat.”

“Thank you, babe,” I told him scratchily. Tyler leaned down and kissed my forehead. Then he walked down to the kitchen. When it was down, Tyler came in with a steaming mug. 

“Here you go, my love.” He handed it to me carefully. I waited a bit before taking a drink. The hot liquid felt amazing on my throat. “I’ll be back in a few minutes with some medicine!”

“Okeyy dokeyy,” I told him. He waved and walked out. I listened for him to close and lock the front door before finishing my tea and crawling out of my bed. I slowly walked into our bathroom, looking into the mirror. I looked like hell. My hair was rat’s nest, my skin was pale, my eyes were red. With a sigh, I moved back to bed and crawled under the covers. Before I knew it, Tyler was home.

“Here, take some of these,” he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He handed me a glass of water and two pills. “They’re cold and flu pills. They’ll help with the congestion and headache.” I did as he said, wincing as I swallowed. “I also picked up some other medicine for your throat, but you’ll have to drink that before bed.”

“Thank you,” I told him, leaning my head against his arm. Tyler ran his hand through my hair. 

“Do you need anything else? Food maybe? You haven’t eaten yet today.” I nodded my head and he got up to go to the kitchen. I heard all kinds of clinking and clattering, a few swears in there, but eventually the gentle hum of the microwave. 

“What the hell happened?” I chuckled as Tyler walked in with a bowl of hot soup. 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said, his hair and clothes a mess. I giggled and gladly accepted the food. It was chicken noodle soup, nice and hot. And oh my gosh it was delicious. “Why don’t we watch a movie?”

“The Lorax!” I said excitedly. Tyler smiled and popped it in, crawling into the bed next to me as he pressed play. I finished my soup during the movie and then cuddled into Tyler’s side. The medicine must have been doing it’s job because I was out like a light in no time. 

“Baby,” Tyler whispered, lightly nudging me. I slowly cracked open my eyes, looking up to him questioningly. “You have to take that medicine for your throat before you go to bed. Its already been several hours. You’re going to have to eat something for dinner, too.” I sat up slowly. It hurt to move.

“I’m so sore,” I said quietly. Tyler’s face lit up, but I don’t know why. 

“I know just the thing that will help with that, but first you have to eat. I’m going to go make us some dinner. You stay here.” Tyler handed me the remote so I could watch some tv to keep me awake. 

“Can I have some more tea?” I called.

“Coming right up!” Sure enough, after a few minutes, Tyler walked in with another cup of steaming tea for me. I thanked him again and he smiled, pecking my cheek before returning to the kitchen. I tried to ignore all the terrible sounds coming from the kitchen and hope that Ty didn’t catch the house on fire. 

“Is everything okay?” I yelled down the hall.

“Its fine, babe! Go back to bed! Dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” he replied. I huffed and went back to bed, waiting anxiously. Finally Tyler came back with two plates of spaghetti and a new cup of tea for me. “I thought this would be good on your throat.”

“This looks great, Tyler!” I told him, very impressed. He grinned at me, his cheeks reddening a bit. We dug in and it really was delicious. “So, what was your idea for my soreness?” I asked.

“Wait here some more,” he said, jumping out of bed excitedly. I heard him go into our bathroom and move things around, then start up the faucet for our large tub. He was drawing me a nice hot bath! That’s so sweet!!!! I got out of bed and undressed slowly, then threw my robe on and stood in the doorway. 

“You’re amazing,” I said softly as I watched Tyler add more bubble soap to the already very bubbly, steaming water. He looked up to see me grinning and walked over, grabbing my hands.

“Come on,” he said, leading me to the tub. He stopped the water and helped me remove my robe, then step into the tub. As I sat down and the water enveloped me, I could already feel the tension in my muscles loosening.

“This feels wonderful.” I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth. Tyler sat on the edge of the tub and rubbed my shoulders. “Hey, why don’t you join me?”

“Are you sure?” he asked. I nodded and Tyler began to undress, then slipped into the water with me. I sat in front of him, leaning back against his chest and playing with the bubbles in the water. “Does your back hurt?”

“A little,” I admitted,

“Here, sit up,” he told me. I did as told and Tyler’s hands began to rub and massage all over my back. It felt great getting all the knots worked out. 

“You are the absolute best,” I said, turning around to hug him. His arms wrapped around me. “We should probably get out before we get all pruny and weird looking.”

“And the water is getting a little cool,” Tyler chuckled. I nodded and we stood up, drying off and getting dressed. “You have to take medicine for your throat before bed, Y/N,” he reminded me. With a sigh, I did so. We then headed back to bed and snuggled under the covers. 

“Thank you for taking care of me, Ty,” I whispered as he pulled my body to his. 

“Its my job, sweety. And I’ve loved every minute of it.”

archiveofourown.org
June, and Other Natural Disasters
By Organization for Transformative Works

Author: montparnasse
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 5,524
Era: Post-Hogwarts

Summary: Sirius talks, begs, and bribes Remus into a spontaneous trip to Brighton the summer of their graduation. Remus loses all sense of direction; Sirius loses his shirt; Remus kisses the last moth-eaten vestiges of his sanity a long, sloppy goodbye.

Comments: Oh my gosh. This is so hot, and delicious, and summer-y. It’s almost too much to handle.

Inked up... Part 5

Inked Up… 5

I raced home, urging the taxi driver to push the speed limit, getting home at a crazy speed. I quickly paid the man, before stumbling up the stairs to Sammy’s apartment. My hands shake as I tried to put my borrowed key in, I missed a couple of times, after all it’s hard to see with blurry eyes. But I held in the tears finally jamming the damn key into the hole and twisting unlocking the door. After pushing it open with my shoulder, I ripped out my key slamming the door shut and leaning against it. Banging my head lightly, and pushing my hands through my hair before the tears came. They were warm and salty as the sobs wracked my body and I slid down the door, I pulled my knees up sobbing harder into them. I cried until I couldn’t anymore, just sitting there on the cold hard ground with nothing but my breaking heart. After what felt like hours, did I finally push myself up, wiping at my face, and stumbling to my room.

I throw off my shoes, and the t-shirt dress I’d been wearing, pulling on a comfy man t-shirt leaving the thigh socks on. I took off my bra as well before taking out the Bobbie pins in my hair. I sit down in front of the floor length mirror, taking out make up remover wipes needing to remove the dark raccoon circles that were now surrounding my eyes. Allowing my face to breath and for me to become comfortable in my skin. I was starting to wipe off the lipstick when I hear the front door being slammed and my name being called. But I didn’t feel like answering him. deciding instead to continue with what I’m doing I continue to wipe off the rest of my makeup, I’ve just thrown the last used towelette when sammy slams my door open glaring at me before leaning up against the doorframe.

“Why’d you leave?” He asks.

“I couldn’t handle all the noise in the club, so I left” I whisper.

I’m still not looking at him, just seeing his face in the mirror. Although he meets my eyes I quickly look away, while putting my hair up in a top messy bun, grabbing my phone to see a text from Nate.

Nate: hope you made it home safe, we need to catch up, lunch date tomorrow?

I sigh biting my lip while trying to think. Often at my recent lunch dates things never really went the way they were planned. But I had missed Nate. Just as I was going to reply my phone was snatched out of my hands.

“Sammy give it back” I whine glaring at his feet.

“Why the fuck is Nate asking for a lunch date?” Sammy asks instead ignoring my pleas.

“Um I don’t know, maybe because we haven’t hung out in forever?” I ask sarcastically arching an eyebrow as I finally look at him.

Just to se his thumbs moving against my phone, he’s smirking as he does this causing my anxiety to spike as I lunge for my phone. I end up tackling sammy to the floor while reaching over his head to grab at my phone, until my hips are being grabbed, shocking me still. I can feel my body stop, the warmth of his hands sweeping through the thin t-shirt as I’m now straddling him while I hover above his face. His eyes are sparkling while I feel like running away, again. But his hands are gripping my hips so that I can’t really move, so I do what I can, and sit atop him instead hovering just above his lips. Swallowing thickly and looking away from those piercing blue eyes.

“Hey.. Y/n, look at me please.” He whispers.

I bite my lip ignoring him, looking at the wall art in his hallway, or the doorway that leads to the kitchen, anything to avoid his gaze.

“Look at me.” He growls.

But contrary to his tone of voice, when he grips my chin, he’s gentle even caressing it a little with his thumb, before I look at him. He’s still holding my chin and running his thumb over it, though it goes up and starts rubbing against my bottom lip.

“Have I ever told you how hot it is when you bite down on your bottom lip?” He asks quietly.

“No I can’t say you have” I whisper, licking my lips, and accidentally his thumb.

His eyes darken considerably as he looks at me. He bites down on his own bottom lip, while I can feel a stirring down stairs. For the both of us.

His other hand is still on my hip, though it glides up and down from my bare thigh to my hip, slowly pulling up my shirt until his hands are tracing my tattoo. I close my eyes enjoying the sensation when he slowly starts to rock his hips. I bite down on my lip now, slowly moving my hips with his before quickly pushing down a little harder to feel him up against myself. Moaning slightly as he’s getting harder the friction at my most intimate spot. The hand that was caressing my bottom lip moves to the back of my neck as he pulls me down and slams his lips hard against mine. Before he pulls away a little brushing them slightly, he nibbles on my bottom lip, our hips are still rocking, slightly more. Tired of his teasing, I pull him closer, sucking on his bottom lip before his tongue tangles with mine eliciting another moan from me. Sammy groans, before rolling us so that I’m underneath him, his hips still keeping the tortuous slow rock of his hips. He kisses my bottom lip, before leaving wet kisses against my jaw then the underside of my jaw to my neck, I arch my back into him tugging on his hair.

“Fuck, sammy” I whisper as he starts to suck against my neck.

He smirks into my skin when he’s done moving up to kiss me again when my phone goes off. Distracting me, as I start to remember that sammy had my phone, but sammy is more distracting as his tongue licks against my burning skin. I start to get lost in it when my phone goes off again.

“Sammy” I whimper.

“What is it babygirl?” He asks hotly against my skin.


But instead of needing to answer, my phone goes off yet again. Causing both of us to groan, before we stop moving, just breathing hard while sammy pulls my phone towards us. He hands it to me sitting us up so that he’s resting against the wall while I lean my chest against him. Before turning in his lap and looking at my phone.

Nate: y/n?

Me: sorry I can’t go on a lunch date with you tomorrow. Or ever. I don’t want any dates with you.

Nate: sammy boy how are you.
Nate: that was sammy right?
Nate: the fuck is going on?!

I glare reading the message I apparently sent. Turning I’m angry.

“Sammy you can’t jus-”

He cuts me off kissing me hard swallowing my next coming words. His thumbs massage the back of my neck as I lean into him and his kiss. Before he pulls away too soon in my opinion smiling. I whimper a little as his lips leave mine and pouting.

“What was that babe?” He asks laughter clear in his voice.

For a moment I’m confused by what he’s saying, his lips have jumbled my train of thought, before it comes back to me.

“You can’t say stuff like that to na-”

He kisses me again laughing as I sigh and whimper.

“What was that baby?” He asks again smirking down at me.

“Forget it.” I groan rolling my eyes getting up off his lap, swaying towards my room when he grabs my ankle.

He looks up at me, rubbing my ankle before standing up slowly, his hand moving up my leg before resting against my ass as his chest brushes up against mine as our breathing deepened. Instead of leaning down to kiss me as I hoped, he kisses my forehead.

“Goodnight baby girl” he whispers, before walking to his room after sending a wink my way.

I blush whispering back goodnight, before slipping into my room and closing the door, breathing heavy while sliding down my door grinning.

Sammy kissed me.

~ ~ ~

I’d been sleeping peacefully, when I could feel something warm and damp brush up against my eyelids. Before it was brushing up against my whole entire face leaving me in giggles as I opened my eyes. A shirtless sammy was what I saw first and his cheeky smile.

“Sammy what even?” I ask giggling.


“Well y/n. I thought I’d wake you up with kisses and breakfast in bed”

I smile clapping before sitting up, he kisses me against the corner of my heart causing my heart to race hard, while he just smiles seeing my blush, before turning to grab the breakfast tray he had set up on the nightstand. My eyes grew large as I saw that he had made me eggs, pancakes, bacon, and strawberries with whip cream.

“Oh my gosh this looks delicious sammy” I smile. Kissing his cheek.


“Not as delicious as you” he mumbles, so low that I’m not sure if I heard right.


Either way I’m blushing as I pour syrup on the pancakes while Sammy gets the ketchup for the eggs. I smile feeding him a bite of pancake while he gives me a bite of Eve and some bacon. We finish breakfast like this sharif and feeding each other before swallowing it all down with orange juice. Sammy places the trey back when we’re done, before getting back in bed and pulling me to his side.

“So is our lazy day today?” He asks rubbing my arm.

“Mmm we can have a lazy morning.” I say already getting sleepy resting my head in the curve of his neck.


“Why not the rest of the day?”


“Mm because I have a lunch date with Nate, and you’re picking me up and you guys will hangout while I figure out how my apartment is going. I mean I’m sure they’re done with renovations by now right?” I ask.

Sammy has stopped rubbing my arm, and when I look up at him he’s frowning.

“What is it Sammy?” I ask moving to smooth out the wrinkle between his eyes.


“Nothing, just thought you might want to hang out with me instead of Nate.”

“I do sammy, but I mean I haven’t seen the kid in a minute.” I say soothing

“You saw him last night” he says countering what I say.

“Yeah but we didn’t talk and catch up, come on you can even pick me up kinda early” I say.

“Promise?”

“I promise” I laugh snuggling back into his arms.

“Oh one more thing” he says.

“Hmm?”

“What was the name of the people doing your renovation?”

“Blue man or something” I say.

He must’ve nodded before kissing my lips softly and stroking my hair. I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

Unbeknownst to me sammy looked worried as he got his laptop typing away the look only worsening.

Hi babes it’s been awhile ha.. I hope you enjoyed this part 6 more will be coming soon/eventually 💕😩😘

Fisherman And Mermaid

Hi jake! I was your secret santa! @star-vs-secrets

I wrote you an Alternate universe! And if you enjoy it, I’m working on a sequel!

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Silent. It was silent when you were on the ocean. The only sounds were the occasional seagull yell. No one to yell at him for not catching enough fish, no annoying customers demanding discounts and no petty thieves trying to steal his fish. Marco preferred the ocean than land. He loved the smell of salt water. He loved the predictable pattern of the waves. He loved that he could escape. He liked being alone. But there was one thing he didn’t like about following his grandfather’s footsteps and becoming a fisherman. And that thing was the loneliness. He liked being alone, but that didn’t mean he liked being lonely.


Marco sighed, pulling another net up off the side of the boat, pulling in about 20 to 30 fish. There didn’t seem to be a lot out today. Emptying the fish into his cooler, he tossed the net back into the ocean. He expected to hear a splash as it hit the water. He wasn’t expecting nothing. Marco looked over the side, only to groan in frustration. It was stuck on the buoy tied to his ship.


“Unbelievable.” He mumbled, leaning over to untangle the net from the plastic floating mechanism. He never really wanted to be a fisherman. He always wanted to be a marine biologist, travelling across the world, exploring deep caverns underwater and finding new species. That was his dream. To explore the ocean underneath him. Instead of sitting on top of it, stuck doing the same job over and over. As he pulled the last knot out of the net, he pulled it back up onto the boat.


“You really failed at tossing that net huh?” A voice came from nowhere. Marco jumped, spinning his head side to side to see if someone had snuck aboard his ship.


“Down here silly!” The voice rang out again, Marco now recognising it as a female voice. He froze, turning slightly to look down the side of the boat. He almost screamed to see a girl there, bobbing up and down in the water.


“Oh my god! You need to get out of there!” He said, throwing his rope ladder over the side of the boat.


“Nah I don’t.” She said, shrugging. Marco tugged at his hair. She was gonna die of hypothermia!


“You really do!” He yelled, as he ran to get his emergency blanket.


She laughed. “Well… Ok!” She said, as she grabbed onto the ladder, the boat tilting slightly from her weight.


Marco let out a sigh of relief as he dug through the pile of safety equipment. A thump came from behind him and he assumed she had gotten up and onto the deck. Grabbing the pink blanket from the bottom of the pile he rushed over, wrapping her tightly in the blanket.


“You really don’t have to do that.” She protested, but she let him wrap it tighter.


“You’re gonna get hypothermia if I don’t.” He said, leaning back to make sure she was ok. Something sparkled from underneath the blanket, like the sun hit a mirror at just the right angle.


“Oh sorry! I must have dropped a fish on the deck!” He said, reaching down and grabbing it between his fingers as he tugged on it.


“Ow!” She said, her legs moving underneath the blanket.


“Did the fish bite you?” He asked, ready to go get a bandaid and disinfectant.


“No you just pulled on my tail too hard.” She said, a big smile on her face as she pulled the blanket up.


This time Marco actually did scream. “What the hell is that?!” He yelled, scrambling away on all fours until he hit the side of the boat.


She giggled, shrugging the blanket off. Now Marco knew why she didn’t need to get out of the water. “Don’t be silly! It’s my tail!” She laughed, flapping it up and down.


Marco shook his head side to side. “N-No! Mermaids aren’t real!” He said, staring at her. He finally noticed everything he should have before. She had long blonde hair that covered her chest, a starfish sitting on her head like a barrette, her tail was long and teal, with a few pink scales every now and again.


“Mermaid? Is that what humans call us?” She asked, leaning forward on her elbows, her tail
swinging behind her. “I like that name!”


Marco gulped, now noticing just how gorgeous the girl was. “W-What do you call yourselves?”


She sat up, her tail curling at the edges. “We call ourselves sirens!”


Marco’s eyes grew wide as he threw his arms up to protect his face. “Are you here to get revenge for your fish brethren?!” He squeaked, looking away.


She froze, her smile growing wider and wider before she burst into laughter. “Oh my fins!” She laughed, holding her sides as her tail flapped side to side. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all week!” Tears formed at the corners of her eyes. “Fish aren’t related to sirens! They’re our food source!”


Marco’s panic decreased, a small smile on his face at seeing her so happy. “So you aren’t gonna kill me and feed me to sharks?”


She wiped at the corners of her eyes. “No! Why would I do that?” She said, her laughter slowly dying down. “I was just wondering if I could hang out with you for a little bit!” She smiled, wrapping her arms around her tail as it bent where her knees would be. “Aaaaannndd maybe borrow some food.”


Marco barked a laugh, the adrenaline from earlier escaping through it. “Oh my god…” He laughed, burying his head into his hands. “Ok, Ok,” He said, pushing his hands forward as if to fight off an invisible monster. “You can hang out on board and eat some food since I’m here for about a week,”


She began to clap.


“But! In exchange you have to tell me your name.” He crossed his arms over his chest.


Her smile grew. “Oh! That’s easy!” She said waving her hand in front of her face. “I’m Star!”


Marco smiled back, before sticking his hand out. “Well it’s nice to meet you Star. I’m Marco!”


She eagerly grabbed his hand and shook vigorously. “I like your name!” She said, her eyes sparkling. Marco now noticed how they matched the color of the water at a coral reef, bright blue. They had so much happiness in them.


“I like your’s too.” He said, feeling himself grow fonder and fonder of the girl in front of him.


Star stared at the boy, taking in the appearance of him. He had nice hair that was slightly messy, yet tamed. He had warm brown eyes that reminded her of the time her friend stole that ‘cho-co-late’ from the land. He had a nice smile on his face and right below his eye was a beauty mark.

Her grin cracked wider, as she threw her hands up into the air. “HUGS!” She yelled, throwing herself at him.


Marco’s smile slipped off his face, being immediately replaced with surprise as the two of them hit the eck, her tail smacking against his feet. He opened his eyes to see a bright red Star staring back at him, her eyes wide as their noses touched at the tips. And now in this literal sea of blue, they were the reddest things out here. Grabbing her shoulders, he pushed up, lifting her off him with ease.


“Next time warn me if you’re gonna give me a hug like that.” He chuckled trying to hide his embarrassment, as she flopped to the side.


Star grinned, her eyes growing in excitement. “There’s gonna be a next time?!” She exclaimed bouncing up and down.


He laughed, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Yeah! I mean that’s what friends do!” He said, standing up and walking over to the cooler. “So do you want to eat the fish raw, or do you want it cooked like mine?”


She cocked her head to the side, her mouth in an extremely kissable shape of an O-. Marco shook his head back and forth, trying to cool his cheeks.


“What’s ‘cooked’?”


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Star bit into her 5th fish, taking in the savory taste. “Oh my gosh! This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten!”


She was so happy eating fish after fish, as he poked at the one on the grill.


“It’s soooooo good…” She moaned, biting the meat off the bones.

“I’m glad you like it!” He said, taking a bite of his own. He had grown bored of the taste of fish. But seeing her enjoy it so much, made it taste slightly better.


“I can’t believe that I’ve never had cewked things before!” She said, grabbing the one he just took off the grill.


“It’s cooked.” He chuckled, setting the bones of his own fish to the side. “Oh hey! You said you’re a siren?”


She nodded, digging into the fish. “Yeaf! I amf!” She spoke around the meat, before swallowing it. “Yeah! I am!” She spoke clearly now.


“Does that mean you sing?” He asked, leaning back on his hands, the sun finally disappearing over the edges of the horizon.


She nodded, her tail swishing back and forth. “Yeah! You want to hear it?”


Marco’s eyes grew wide as he crossed his legs underneath himself. “Yeah! I really want to!”


She smiled, pulling herself up and onto the side of the boat, her body perfectly silhouetted against the sunset. She cleared her throat, grabbing onto the boat’s edge for support.


Marco couldn’t believe how beautiful her voice was. It sounded more beautiful than the best musician in the world. The sun lowered, the waves reflecting the light, projected onto Star making her look like a goddess as she broke into a happier tune.


Marco gaped at her as she sang, her hair softly moving with the breeze, as if it had never been wet in the first place. And finally she pulled a high note that even trained singers couldn’t pull off, and she let go of the boat's’ edge and fell backwards, straight off the edge. He shrieked, scrambling to his feet and rushing to the side of the boat where she fell. Nothing there. Frantically, he looked around trying to find his new friend.


All of a sudden, she breached the water, flying about ten feet into the air over the boat. He stared in awe as her scales reflected the setting sun, sending sparkles dazzling against the deck. She let out a laugh as she landed back onto the deck, splashing water over it.


“Taadaa!!” She exclaimed, sticking her hands out to her sides, giving him jazz hands.


Marco stood there, a shocked expression on his face. “That… was…. AMAZING!” He exclaimed, rushing over to her, grabbing her hands. He didn’t even notice the red tint on her cheeks.


“Aw thanks Marco! But that was nothing!” She mumbled under her breath, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.


“No that was amazing! You’re amazing!” He exclaimed, tilting her head up to look him in the eye. “That was wonderful!”


Star felt her heartbeat pick up, the close proximity of the handsome young man hitting her like a tidal wave. “T-Thanks…” She whispered, scooting closer to him, their lips ghosting over each other’s.


Marco felt his smile drop, his eyes traveling downward to her lips. Slowly, he moved forward, capturing her lips in his own. She melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, her tail waving back and forth. As they separated, they smiled at each other, both of them knowing that it would be the start of something magical.