the cake smells amazing

Surprise Party - Johnny Cade Imagine

A/N: It feels so good to be back writing, even if I’m not feeling great still! I plan on getting all requests and ships done over the next two weeks and then opening requests again!

Word Count: 533

Warnings: None

Pairing: Johnny Cade x Reader

“Streamers, balloons, a cake and red napkins are all that’s left.” I look up from my little shopping list and make sure Dallas puts the right things into the blue and black cart. We’re shopping for my boyfriend, Johnny’s, birthday. Dally only agreed to come because he adores Johnny (even if he won’t say it) and wants him to have a great day.

“We should make Steve blow up balloons,” Dally snickers, throwing some napkins and a package of balloons in the cart. “He’ll look like a monkey.” I can picture Steve with puffed out cheeks and his ears sticking out a little.

Giggling, I nod and grab a package of gold metallic streamers and some Scotch tape to hang them from the ceiling with. “Cake’s the last thing.”

“We ain’t buying a cake,” Dally informs me. “Darry’s making one right now.” With everything crossed off of our list, we go pay for our decorations and drive back to the Curtis’ house to prepare for Johnny’s surprise party.

Inside, the heavenly smell of Darry’s amazing chocolate cake wafts through the house. Dally leaves again to get (steal) a present for Johnny, leaving Steve, Soda and me to began setting up decorations. “We’ve got about fifteen minutes,” Soda announces.

Nodding, Steve and I blow up the last of the balloons. Two-Bit, Ponyboy and Johnny are out at the movies, so we still have a bit of time. We hang up all the balloons and streamers, then set up the kitchen table to look nice and festive. Darry frosts the cake and puts on sprinkles, setting it just as Pony, Two-Bit, and Johnny walk in.

Johnny’s face practically lights up when he sees everything. “Woah! This looks awesome!”

“Happy birthday, babe!” I grin and pull him into a hug, enjoying the warmth he radiates as he wraps his arms around my waist.

Kissing my cheek, Johnny smiles. “I love you too. You guys really did this for me?”

“Of course, we did!” Steve puts a birthday crown on top of Johnny’s head, but not after ruffling his hair a bit.

Soda pulls out a chair and sits Johnny down. “Let’s cut up some cake!” While Soda divides up the decadent cake, Dally saunters in with his present.

“Hey, Johnny!” Dally hands Johnny his gift and pushes the gifts everyone else got Johnny towards him as I help Soda hand out plates with giant slices of cake on them to everyone. “Open your presents, man!”

Johnny beams as he pulls gifts out of bags and rips the paper off of presents. A new jacket, money for the movies, sunglasses, a Bob Dylan record, and a small silver ring. The ring, a gift from me, is something I’ve been nervous about. Usually, girls don’t give their guys rings. I bite my lip as  Johnny slips it onto his finger. “You guys, this is all amazing. And Y/N, babygirl? I love this ring.”

He stands up and hugs me, then hugs each of his friends, flashing white teeth at us the whole time. “We love you too,” Soda beams.

Stucky things to consider
  • Bucky is a little shit and hogs all the blankets at night
  • He and Steve end up getting into kicking fights over the blankets, and they always end up tiring themselves out so much that they fall asleep without any blankets
  • Sometimes Bucky will put his freezing feet on Steve’s stomach/back, just to listen to him shriek
  • Steve loves to bake during his spare time or when he’s feeling stressed out. The kitchen always smells amazing, because he’s almost always baking something. Sponge cakes, cookies, bread, brownies… He doesn’t eat much of what he makes, so he always ends up giving the rest to Bucky.
  • Bucky has no self-control and tells himself he’ll only eat one brownie, but then he’ll end up eating like five in one sitting because they’re so good. He eventually gets a little chubby and blames it all on Steve, who just gives him the most innocent, can-do-no-wrong look.
  • Bucky sneezes like a kitten.
  • Steve likes to endearingly poke fun at him for it. The Winter Soldier, the world’s deadliest assassin and the fist of HYDRA himself, sneezing like a tiny kitten. Really, Buck?
  • Steve’s sneezes aren’t much better.
  • Not long after getting Bucky back, Steve knitted a sleeve for Bucky to put on his arm when he couldn’t stand to look at the thing. Sometimes, Bucky will wear it just because it’s cute.
  • They have pun wars.
  • JARVIS locks them out of the Tower whenever there are signs of them starting a pun war.
  • When Steve starts feeling lonely when Bucky’s out, he’ll borrow and wear some of Bucky’s hoodies around the house.
  • Eventually, he’ll fall asleep wearing them, and Bucky will come home to find him all bundled up in his ratty old sweatshirts. So instead of waking Steve up, Bucky will lay down right behind him, and go to sleep right there.
  • Stucky

Character cakes available at Amorette’s Patisserie located in Disney Springs.


For the first item in my Thedosian cooking series, I made some Dalish cuisine, the recipe from The Whole Nug: Culinary Treasures of Thedas. The smell of the hearth cakes alone is amazing, and the taste is akin to a sweet pancake. I can’t wait to have one for breakfast maybe with some jam or peanut butter. Overall score: 10/10, praise Sylaise. 

The next dish I’ll be making is Nordbotten Fruit Stew, native to the Anderfels..

Happiest Place on Earth

Title : Happiest Place on Earth

Pairing : Castiel X Reader

Word Count : 2,963

Prompt: After the team gets a call to Disney World, they are given on free day at the Happiest Place on Earth.

Originally posted by snxrlax

Originally posted by whydidithavetobeclowns


“Y/N!!” Sam climbed off the bus before you, his eyes hooded with annoyance. “Can you please stop singing for one second?”

You stuck out your tongue at him but you fell silent. You had been singing the Lion King all day. Well, you actually had been singing any Disney song you could think of for the past three days.

“Sorry, Simba, but you don’t get to go to Disney World every day.”

Sam rolled his eyes and put on his shades with a frown. “Why am I Simba?” He asked tiredly, pulling out his ticket and yours, handing it over to you.

“Because.” You smiled brightly, taking the ticket from him. “You have his hair.”

You grinned and stepped out of his reach as Sam let out a groan of exasperation and sidled into a line of people building up at the front of Disney’s Hollywood Studios. As you slathered on sunscreen on your shoulder blades and nose you looked around.

This was honestly a dream come true for you. You had always wanted to go to Disney World, but you had never had the chance. But when you got a call telling you that the Tower of Terror was haunted, you jumped on the opportunity like a mad woman. The case itself turned out to be less than entertaining; an old man had a heart attack on the ride and died in the hospital the next day, so you burnt the body and everyone was good.

And now, you and the boys had an entire day at Disney World.

Needless to say, you were a little more than just excited.

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  • JM: So I was walking past his trailer with really long hair, and Ian went, "James, James, do come in. James! Mr. McAvoy?" And I came and I sat—
  • MF: [Imitating McKellen] Jaaaaames?
  • JM: And then Patrick was inside and Ian was sitting. And I sat on the steps just there, and they said, "Would you like some fish cakes, James?" And I said, "No, I'm all good for fish cakes, thanks." Anyway, so I sat there and I had a chat with them. And they were lovely—they've always been really lovely to me. But Ian just put his hands on my face . . . and kept them there . . . for a loonnnng time. And just stroked my face for about two and a half minutes. [Fassbender laughs] And I let him. I was just like—
  • MF: He's a knight!
  • JM: He's a knight, man, and he's Gandalf, and he's fuckin' Magneto, and he's amazing! And I could smell the fish cakes sizzling, it was all going on as he's stroking my face. And Patrick was just being quiet. It was weird.
  • MF: They punked you. [Laughs] They totally did. You left the trailer, and they cracked up.
  • Source (2014):
Darry and Two-bit fight over you

You, Two-bit, and Darry were all hanging out. Everyone else was at school or work and since it was raining Darry had the day off, you had the day off, and Two was too lazy to have a job. So, you all decided to hang out at Darry’s. When you walked in the smell of a fresh baked chocolate cake came out of the oven.

“That smells amazing.” You went into the kitchen.

“Thanks (Y/N), we can have some ones it cools off.” He grinded, Darry was always down for some cake. You both went to the kitchen and all three of you sat on the couch with each boy on each side of you.

“Hey, can I talk to you in the kitchen?” Two-bit got up.

“Yeah.” You got up and followed him.

“Look, (Y/N) I really like you, and I want to take you out.” He started.

“Hey, looks like it’s cake time.” Darry walked in put his arm around you and pulled you over to the cake.

“Darry! Really? You knew what I was doing?” Two-bit glared at Darry.

“And that’s why I’m in here.” He smirked. “(Y/N), lets go out on a date tonight.”

“Guys… How do you expect me to pick between you two.” You looked at them. “You know I care about both you two so much!” You looked at them.

“How about you let us both take you on a date, then you can decide after that?” Darry asked.

“Sounds fair.” Two agreed.

“I guess.” You sighed a bit. You couldn’t imagining picking between your two best friends.

“But I’m first.” Darry smirked.

Happy late birthday! 

itzmorenamolina  asked:

Can you pleaseeee do an scenario of reader surprising Mark on his birthday by going to Korea without him knowing (ofc Jackson helping) and planning a surprise party for him? Thanks~


Sorry I took a bit, but school. anyway, here you go!

6 am and you were at the airport dressed in simple black jeans and a red t-shirt Gripping your passport which held your plane ticket to Korea, You waited to go through security when you got a Kakao message.

Jackson: Yo! When are you landing?

Y/n: At about 7pm, I am about to go through security.

Jackson: ok we have practice until 6 so I will get some of the boys to keep Mark busy while the rest of us set up the dorm room. Also, your boyfriend will not stop saying things like “Wow, I wish Y/N was here today, I miss her” and after he blew out the candles on his cake this morning he said “ Ah, Y/N being here is my birthday wish” You got that boy wrapped around your finger.

You couldn’t help but blush that Mark was missing you so much. You couldn’t wait to be with him.

Y/N: Lol. See you later!

You went through security without a problem. You were seated waiting for your plane to start loading when your phone went off again.

Mark<3: Hey! It’s a wonderful day right?

You decided to pretend you forgot so he will be more surprised when he sees you.

Y/n: Yeah, The weather is nice here.

Mark<3: Is it? But today is special!

Y/n: Why? Did you get a day off?

Mark<3: No…

Y/n: oh, well tell me later, I have to go! I have school until late today! Love you~

Mark<3: Ok.

You felt bad about lying to him, but it was for the sake of the plan. You heard your plane announce they were starting to board so you went to the line to board.

~~~after landing~~~

Stepping into the big lobby of the Seoul airport, you turned on your phone and a Kakao message came in.

Jackson: Hey. I am out front in the van when you get here.

Y/n: Ok

You stepped outside and found the van easily. Getting in, Jackson started talking.

“Oh my lord, Mark would not stop talking about how you forgot his birthday, he is so upset! I almost told him it was a joke!” He complained.

“Awe, poor Mark, I hope he isn’t mad.” You say

“Oh don’t worry, the lump will be all smiles when he sees you.” Jackson said teasingly. You blushed at the light teasing. The rest of the short drive was spent pre planning decorations.

Once you got to the dorm, Jr, Yugyeom and BamBam helped bring in decorations and set them in the living room. You direct them on where to put things while you started baking a cake. You could here them argue once in a while about what should go where, how something would be better over there and so on. You laughed a bit at their little banter as you watched the cake finish up in the oven.

“The cake smells amazing Y/N!” Bambam walked in, complimenting as you were taking it out of the oven.

“I bet it will taste even better!” Yougyeom nudged Bambam with a smile.

“Ok, guys, let her decorate the cake, we can text Jb and tell him we are just about ready and to start heading home.” Jr spoke from the living room.

“Thanks guys! I hope we will all enjoy it!” you said excitedly as you put on frosting

~Little time skip because I don’t want to fill in all about the waiting~

You can hear JB and Youngjae telling Mark to cheer up as someone was putting their keys in the door. You were hiding in the kitchen with the cake. You hear the door open and the rest of the boys pield on Mark as he walked in and you tried not to laugh loudly at the struggled sounds of your boyfriend. The candles were all lit as you hear mark speak.

“I think I am just going to go to bed, it’s been a long day.” He sounded defeated and that when you decided to go out of the kitchen and into the living room where everyone now was. Marks back was too you and all the other boys were facing you. They all noticed you and Youngjae was the first to start singing and the others all joined in quickly. Mark just sighed, obviously one with the birthday show and turned around. He stopped in his tracks as he saw you.

You were just as stunning as he remembered, the way your hair fell and your eyes twinkled as they looking deep into his. He felt the world slow around him and the sound of the boys off tune singing was faded in his main as you were the only thing he was concentrating on. How could you be here? You were at your home weren’t you? This had to be a dream.

You joined the boys for the last line of the over sang birthday song, smiling at the shocked face Mark had. He just stood there astonished for a few more seconds before you spoke up.

“Are you going to blow out the candles or will they just melt on to your cake?” you joked lightly.

“Is this real?” He asked breathlessly

“Of course it is,” you stepped closer “now blow out the candles so I can put down this cake and kiss you.”

He quickly walked towards you and blew out the candles. He then cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. You felt so in your own world whenever he kissed you. The world around faded out forgetting about the 6 other boys in the room.

“Ew, when I picked her up at the airport, I knew you would be happy, but can you stop making out over the cake?” Jackson said in disgust, causing Mark to pull away and bringing you both back to reality. You both were blushing and mark was looking you in the eye.

“Happy birthday Mark.” You whispered.

“Happy birthday indeed.” He smiled and kissed you again, earning more groans and complaints from the boys.

~ sorry for all errors! I am not the best at writing.~


rowan-of-ren  asked:

Hey! Quick question; what are cauldron cakes?

These are Cauldron Cakes ~ They smell and taste amazing!!!



½ tbsp ground cinnamon

1 ¼ tsp ground allspice

½ tsp ground nutmeg

¼ tsp ground ginger

¼ tsp ground anise (you can buy star anise and grind down yourself)

¼ tsp ground fennel seed (if you can only find whole, grind down yourself)

¼ tsp ground cloves


canola oil spray

150-160g of pitted dates

1 ½ tsp of the spice mix

½ tsp almond essence

½ cup white sugar

2 cups plain flour

½ cup (115g) butter, room temperature

¼ cup water

icing sugar for dusting


  1. Preheat your oven to 175C/350F.
  2. Mix together the spice mix and place in a air tight container. You’ll only be using a bit of this mix for this recipe.
  3. Spray the food processor with the canola oil so the dates don’t stick.
  4. In batches, heat up the dates (in a small microwavable bowl) in the microwave for 10-15 secs to soften.
  5. Place in the food processor and blend, then repeat with the rest.
  6. By hand, mix the 1 ½ tsp of spice mix and ½ tsp of almond essence into the date mixture.
  7. Set aside.
  8. In a mixer, beat the butter, then add in the sugar.
  9. Beat for a few minutes until creamy.
  10. Add in the flour, then the water.
  11. Turn out onto a board dusted with plain flour.
  12. Roll out relatively thinly, and cut out circles.
  13. Spray your cookie tray with canola oil spray.
  14. Place one circle into a cookie hole.
  15. Take a small ball of the date mixture, and press with your fingers into a flattened circle.
  16. Place into the cookie tray on top of the dough.
  17. Place another cookie dough circle on top.8Press the middle down, then press the edges together.
  18. Repeat, then place in the oven to bake for 15-20 minutes, until golden brown.
  19. Remove from the oven, use the back of a large spoon to gently press the centres (to keep the indentation), then set aside to cool.
  20. Dust with icing sugar and serve.

Disorder in the Court// Starter for asktheguardianofhappiness

It was a typical day in Wonderland or at least as typical as it could be. The smell of fresh cut grass along with the sweet scent of carrot cake filled the air surrounding the Hatters Hat shaped house and even going as far as the Hare’s house. Peeking his nose out of his window for but a mere moment the Hare’s mouth began to drool uncontrollably. “What is that amazing aroma? It smells of Carrot cake and crumpets.” Hare spoke to himself before looking at his pocket watch in curiosity.

“Well it does appear to be almost tea time.” he observed his watch noting that the big hand was close to four and the small hand was on the 11 making it 3:55 pm. “Don’t want to be late now do we…”

The Hare ventured outside of his tree house locking the door shut before making his way to the Hatters. The aroma was growing strong which wasn’t uncommon at all. What was uncommon was how the path to the hosts house began to fill with garbage the closer you got to it. Wrappers, empty boxes, and just bits of food littered the way.

“Mr. Hatter, maybe you shouldn’t be hosting a party right now in your condition?” a female voice drifted into Hare’s ears. It was young Alice.

“Condition? What is wrong with my condition? Does my hair not shine?” Hatter questioned in concern before the Hare finally made it onto the scene. “She doesn’t mean conditioner, she means your physical state."  Hare informed his chum as he took his seat besides Hatter.

"My physical state is 6'7 and 170 pounds…besides I need to make a good impression on this new lass who moved into Wonderland…what was her name again…Megan..” Hatter commented to both of his worried chums, who weren’t sure if they should tell him that he was no longer a dandy Hatter but a Fat Hatter who was around 265. 

“I just hope the lass got my invite…”


LMAO At Michael’s Eyes As He Imitates James Being Touched By Ian.

Now when I revisit the best part of the Details article I have visuals to refer to.

JM: But Ian just put his hands on my face … and kept them there … for a loonnnng time. And just stroked my face for about two and a half minutes. [Fassbender laughs] And I let him. I was just like—
MF: He’s a knight!
JM: He’s a knight, man, and he’s Gandalf, and he’s fuckin’ Magneto, and he’s amazing! And I could smell the fish cakes sizzling, it was all going on as he’s stroking my face. And Patrick was just being quiet. It was weird.
MF: They punked you. [Laughs] They totally did. You left the trailer, and they cracked up.

He’s Finally Home From Tour


Niall had been acting funny for weeks now, only texting once a day, avoiding your phone calls and falling asleep quickly once he was on skype. You weren’t sure how you should take it or if you should even be worried. The boys all promised he was fine, there wasn’t another girl and he wasn’t trying to find a reason to break up but nothing could calm your nerves. Here you were going to sleep the 3rd night in a row without talking to him and oddly enough it felt normal. You found yourself asleep in seconds, dreaming about ducks chasing after a balloon. The bed sunk down beside you and you were being pulled from the dream “No wait the ducks have to get the red balloon!” you cried out. You closed your eyes tightly determined to make sure you saw the ducks catch the balloon. “Y/n, wake up princess” Niall laughed. You sat up quickly, blinking heavily, was this a dream or was he really in front of you,  you reached for his face and sure enough he didn’t fade away. “Niall!” you shouted. “yes.” he said smiled broadly at you. You punched him right in the chest “I thought you were mad at me!” you said pushing him flat on his back. “I just wanted to surprise you! I knew if we talked I would tell you!” he defended himself. “Don’t do that again!” you said leaning over him, your dream long since forgotten. “Promise” he agreed pulling you by your hair down far enough so he could kiss you.


You paced around your apartment waiting for harry to walk through the door. He had called before he got on the flight but that was 6 hours ago. (You hadn’t been allowed to pick him up from the airport since the last time you were attacked.) You finally decided that you should busy yourself and you found yourself baking. Before you knew it a cheesecake was cooling and an angel food cake was in the oven. You started to chop fruit for the cake topping. “Something smells amazing” you heard from behind you. You dropped the knife and flung yourself into his arms. Almost knocking him down. You kissed all over his beautiful face. “I missed you. I missed you. I missed you” you said quickly. All he could do was support himself and you so you wouldn’t knock him to the floor and chuckle. “I missed you too beautiful” he finally said walking you over to sit on the counter. “I was worried, so I started to bake, is everything okay? You asked. “Of course, we actually stayed at the airport to sign and take pictures. The girls were extremely sweet tonight.” he smiled “that’s so sweet babe! I bet they were freaking out internally!” you giggled. He chuckled, “yeah, one poor girl just stood there, I have a feeling she’s going to hate her pictures, so what did you bake?” he asked. “Cheesecake and angel food cake” you laughed “Is the cheesecake ready? He asked. “No not yet I need to put it in the fridge, it’s banana cream by the way” you smiled jumping down to refrigerate it and get the other cake out of the oven. “Sounds great it’ll be perfect for later… Now come on beautiful girl, let me take you to bed” he smiled wrapping his arms around your waist, making you blush.


Tour was extremely stressful for him all he really wanted was to be home with his girls. He missed cuddling on the couch with y/n, breaking up arguments between his sisters and licking the bowl of his mother’s homemade batter. The flight was dreadful, he tried to nap away the time. When he finally landed he left his luggage for someone else to grab and walked hastily to the gate. There they were with cheesy signs and everything, ready to welcome him home. The girls rushed to him and all of them grabbed him for a group hug. Several seconds later everyone but y/n had stepped away from the embrace. Zayn grabbed her chin and lifted it up to kiss her. Her lips were salty from her tears, “why are you crying babe?” he asked “I’m so glad you’re home, I’ve been worried about my guy!” you smiled at him. “your guy is fine, now that he has you in his arms” he kissed you one more time before walking with you to the exit


You were too excited to see your blue eyes messy hair boyfriend for the first time in 3 months. You and Ernest were watching Jake and the Neverland Pirates eagerly waiting for his big brother. “Are you ready to see Lou” you asked him pulling him close to you “ou..ououu.oiuuis” he said clapping his hands. You giggled and started chanting with him. You heard his keys in the door but you didn’t want to interrupt Ern’ so you continued to cheer with him. “Well I’ll be, I have my own set of cheerleaders’ right here in the living room” Louis smiled walking in on the two of you. Ernest jumped off you lap and ran on unsteady legs to Louis. “I missed you little buddy” Louis said kissing his forehead and roughing up his hair. He wiggled out of his arms and crawled back to the tv. You took the opportunity to embrace Lou. “I’ve missed you” you whispered taking in his scent. “I missed you too little buddy” he joked. You swatted his butt and rolled your eyes, “Little buddy” you asked raising an eye brow. “Should I have said big buddy?” he asked shrugging. “guess again” “Sexy lady” Louis questioned, smirking at you. You both laughed and you drug him over to the couch to finish watching the episode with Ern’


Liam searched the airport looking for you. He knew there was no way you forgot to come pick him up but he figured it could happen. But then he saw you standing behind all the screaming fans waiting patiently for him. He wanted to run straight through the fans and into your arms, deciding against his first instinct he hugged and posed for pictures. After about 10 minutes a girl noticed you. “HEYYYY! LOOK IT”S Y/N, LET LIAM GET TO HER” she squealed. And just like that the sea of girls parted like Moses dividing the red sea and your brown eyes scruffy hair fiancé was right in front of you. “Welcome home baby!” you smiled through your tears. “I’ve missed you” he said grabbing both sides of your face and pulling you in to a quick kiss. “REALLY KISS HER LIAM!” a fan shouted from the crowd. You and Liam laughed but he kissed you again. “So are you ready to go home?” he asked excitedly.

Thanks for reading !

K, 2015

Much A-dough about Muffin

[Fenris/Hawke Baking Contest AU]

The clock said it would take five more minutes. Five more minutes of nervous sweating, anxious lip-biting and a very elevated heart rate. Five more minutes until the moment of truth.

Wait… five minutes? That didn’t seem right. Hawke squatted down in front of the oven, wiping her sweaty hands on her apron. (Her siblings had given it to her when she’d graduated from culinary school. It was pink and said They see me rollin’ - they hatin’ with a picture of a rolling pin underneath. It was lovely.) The sponge cake she was going to use for her layers looked fine, but did it look too fine? Would five more minutes be too much? These were the kind of life-or-death decisions Hawke had trouble making under stress.

Where did Varric even get the absurd idea that she should be the one to represent Once Upon A Pie in this contest? Clearly, she was not made for it. She just wanted to be back in her own kitchen, with her favourite songs playing in the background and to be alone.

Hawke shot a vicious glare over her shoulder at the only other person in the room - the guy who entered the contest for Slave to the Cake. He was crouching in front of his oven as well, trousers black, shirt black, apron black, hair black. All black like the pit of despair growing in Hawke’s stomach, except for his white tattoos. He was stupidly hot but she really couldn’t focus on that right now.

Two more minutes to go and she decided fuck it and took out the cake. It smelled and looked amazing! Hawke let out a sigh of relief and shut the oven door with her foot. Her movement might have been a bit too enthusiastic  - she lost her balance and… oh no… OH NO! The cake landed on the floor.

For a moment, Hawke stood frozen on the spot, staring at the cake. The cake on the floor. Her precious cake. That she wanted to turn into a three-layered chocolate-raspberry wonder. Slowly, she sank down on her knees, her eyes filling with tears at the sight of her precious creation broken and useless. Her hands hovered over the pieces, not sure if attempting to salvage it was even worth it.

“Did you just throw your cake on the floor?”

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anonymous asked:

what do oliver and felicity do to celebrate their anniversaries?

This is a companion piece to the anniversary letters.

November 11, 2018

At 11:07 PM, Oliver finally stirs on the med table.

Felicity swivels her chair away from her workstation immediately and coasts the two feet to his side. Brushes a hand through his hair, then cradles his face. “Hey, there.”

His eyes come into focus, and he just looks at her for a long time. Probably her eyes are red and her nose is red and her hair is a mess. There may even be blood still smeared on her somewhere.

Finally he croaks, “So I lived. That’s great news.”

She smiles. “How do you feel?”

“Like I got shot.” When that fails to elicit anything but pursed lips, he admits, “I’m a little cold.”

She reaches for the thick gray blanket on the shelf nearby, but rather than unfold it, she tucks it under his head. Then she gets to her feet and says, “Scoot.”

He turns onto his uninjured side, and he lets out a couple of pained grunts as he slides over and makes room. She presses up against his chest, lays his bandaged arm over her waist, and hooks her knee over his hip.

“Better?” she says into his chest.

“Mmm, better.” Over her head, he catches sight of the time display on her computer screen. “It’s eleven-eleven. On eleven-eleven.” He closes his eyes and sighs deeply. “Happy anniversary.”

She kisses his tattoo. “I found your letter this morning. It was beautiful, Oliver.”

“I’m glad we get more time.”

Her voice is a little thick when she says, “I think you were right. It’ll never be enough.”

“But more is good.”

“More is good,” she whispers.

November 11, 2027

In the warm glow of the bedside lamp, the white sheets are golden. Her skin is golden, and her hair, and her smile too, and it should be a crime for any other kind of light to touch her than this.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, and it is the thousandth time. But it has meant a thousand things.

Tonight it means stretch marks gleaming silver on her breasts and belly when she arches under his touch - badges of courage no less than his mottled burn scars and asymmetrical keloids. It means the little worry line between her eyebrows and the knotted scar on her shoulder. It means ten years written on her skin.

“You’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself,” she says, grabbing his wrist to work his fingers deeper inside her. She closes her eyes and lets out a contented moan. “Oh, and so good at this.” Her smile leans toward slyness when she says, “Five out of five stars. Would marry again.”

He leans down to seal his mouth to her neck, right where the blood runs hot and close to the skin. She smells of sweat and her perfume and herself. Golden.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” he tells her.

November 11, 2042

It is 11:11, and they are just getting to dessert.

After autumn greens tossed in cider vinaigrette, after roasted asparagus and carrot souffle and beef tenderloin still red in the center, now there is chocolate cake with Kahlua frosting. Abby claims she made and frosted all three layers with absolutely zero help from Milena, “unless you count asking her one question about getting the cake layers unstuck from the pans, but why would you count that?”

Jon seems to believe no one else can tell that his hand is resting on Tish’s thigh under the table. Judging by her faint blush, she knows exactly how sneaky he is not. They smile when they catch each other’s eyes, as if they have some grand secret between them.

Oliver is fairly certain he knows what it is.

“Happy anniversary, Mama,” Abby whispers, setting a slice of cake down in front of Felicity.

“Thank you. Oh, this already smells amazing. Coffee and chocolate, yes, please.”

“You’re absolutely positive you don’t want cake, Dad?”

He shakes his head. He has never much cared for sweet things.

She makes a dismissive little noise. “I guess you can have a happy anniversary anyway,” she says, scooting past his chair. “Though it’s hard to see how.”

He grabs her as she passes and gives her a good squeeze, then a little shake. She laughs and kisses the top of his head.

Maybe some sweet things.

He and Felicity plan to leave for wine country before dawn tomorrow morning. They’ll have a whole weekend to themselves at the vineyard they discovered on that long-ago road trip.

But tonight they linger at the table, and they never ask the time.