vegetable cart

#20. Diet

Juice Ortiz/Reader


“Baby,” Juice protested, nervously watching as you threw a ton of different vegetables into the shopping cart. “You don’t—”

“Don’t you dare tell me what I need, Juan Carlos!” she snapped, tossing in another head of lettuce. “5 pounds. 5 pounds!

“But—”

“I am not goint to let 5 fucking pounds get between me, and my weight goal for our wedding!” She growled, glaring at me dangerously. I backed up a little and held my hands up, praying she would take mercy on her own groom-to-be. “I have eaten salads for the last two weeks, don’t care if I have to eat lettuce and carrots for the next two as well; I will meet my goal. I have to! I can’t! I just—“

“Baby!” I yelled, finally grabbing her attention, as well as everyone else’s in the produce section. I slowly stepped closer and wrapped her up in my arms, pulling her into my chest so I could kiss her forehead. I had to try and calm her down enough to avoid a panic attack. “Listen to me, ok? Focus on my breathing.”

Her breaths were coming in shallow whimpers, a hiccup or two breaking her gasps every now and again.

“Baby, no diet—nuhuh! Let me finish—” I stopped her, looking into her watery eyes, “No diet is worth this! You have been angry, and irritable, you’ve been getting migraines like crazy, and you are stressing out so bad, you’ve been having more attacks in the last few days, than I’ve ever seen you have in the two years we’ve been together.

“Now, I know you’re just 5 pounds away, and I am so, so proud of you for all the hard work you’ve put into this. But I also know that you’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately. Water and salads for two weeks? That is wildly unhealthy, and that’s coming from the club Health Nut.” I said, smoothing her hair off of her forehead. “And Hap has told me just how gorgeous you look in your dress, baby. I promise, you don’t have to kill yourself just for this last little bit.”

“I know…” she whispered, burying her face into my shoulder, “I’m just so nervous though… So many charters are coming in, and we still have to get the club straightened up, get it stocked, and your sisters are flying in and—”

This time, I pulled her chin up and interrupted her with a kiss, pouring all my love and devotion for this girl into it. 

“Gem, Lyla, and Tara already have all of that covered, and we’ve had the guest rooms set up for almost a week now. And trust me, all my other brothers are going to adore you. But, please? I want you to enjoy these last few weeks of your bachelorette life, not stress over the small stuff. Ok?”

“So,” she drawled out, sniffling as smirking up at me, “What I’m hearing is that I should put on my skimpiest dress, and go out with the girls for a few more nights of freedom?”

I growled low, tightening my grip on her hips before playfully biting her lower lip, “Alright, missy, I think it’s time I take you home and spank that sass right out of that cute ass of yours.” I crouched down and threw her over my shoulder as I grabbed her bag and hauled her out of the store—abandoning the cart full of rabbit food.

“Juice,” she giggled, swatting my ass, “The food!”

“Forget the food. Shopping can wait.”

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tododeku -- "love of my life" (ehuehuehue *kissy face*)

They’re in the grocery store when it hits Shouto again. They’re standing in the cooking oil and condiments aisle, and Midoriya is helping an old lady lift a jug of vegetable oil into her cart. He’s wearing his bright, pleasant smile, the one where his eyes go big and his freckles kind of fold up with how wide he’s smiling, but it never fails to gain people’s trust. Shouto watches him wave off the lady’s thanks, and something in his heart swells.

Midoriya wanders back over to him, blowing his wild curls out of his eyes. There’s still the hint of a smile on his face, and the expression is so familiar, so Midoriya, Shouto kind of forgets everything for a moment.

“Shouto?” A small crease appears between Midoriya’s eyebrows. 

“I’m in love with you,” Shouto says.

Green eyes widen. A slow flush blooms across his cheeks, and Shouto watches as his freckles seem to fade away. He’s suddenly overcome with a fondness so prominent, it’s like a physical wave of sunshine washing over him. 

“What’s—so suddenly,” Midoriya stammers.

Shouto smiles. He nudges the cart full of their groceries. “Let’s go home, Izuku.”

“Okay,” agrees Midoriya. He smiles back. “Let’s go home.”

Groceries with Destiel ft Sabriel
  • Gabriel: Sammy! (holds up chocolates)
  • Sam: Put them down. (places vegetables into cart)
  • Dean: (rushes to Castiel with pie) Cass!
  • Castiel: No, Dean. (places fruit into cart)
  • Gabriel and Dean: (pouting as they stomp their feet)
  • Sam: Both of you stop and put those items back.
  • Gabriel and Dean: (go off together)
  • Castiel: Why do they always do that?
  • Sam: They think they can get their way if they double team.
  • Gabriel and Dean: (both chewing gum)
  • Sam: Didn't we just say no candy?
  • Gabriel: Technically, you said no to my chocolate.
  • Castiel: You both knew what we meant.
  • Dean: (pops his bubble) Well, were your guys innocent baby boys, Daddies should specify orders.
  • Sam: (glares at Dean)
  • Castiel: I'm going to specify both of your spankings when we get home. (tugs Dean by his ear)
  • Dean: OW! Owwww! Owww!
  • Sam: (drags Gabriel along with the cart)
  • Gabriel: Oww! Owwww! OWwwww!
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He’s rude, like his feral plants.

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fluff, 4.2k words, yoongi/reader, fantasy au


“_______?” There’s a tap on your shoulder.

Drowsily, you blink your eyes open. “Hmm?” you mumble, still half-asleep.

“Did you get that? We were going over our new roles and you’re in charge of getting the vegetarian feed now,” the student head, Jongin, says.

Eyes still barely open, you nod sleepily. “Oh, yeah, okay,” you say, not entirely processing the information. Your leg has fallen asleep; you wince.

“Well, okay, then,” Jongin replies, sounding unsure. “I guess everything’s finalized. I’m going to turn the papers into the coordinating teacher now.”

It’s only when the door is firmly shut behind the student head do you truly awaken, mind whirling.

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All’s Fair (pt 6)

Originally posted by exosback

Member: Exo Baekhyun

Type: Fluff/Slight Angst/Slight Smut

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You swallowed hard, taking a quick look behind you as you made breakfast. Baekhyun sat on the small island counter behind you, staring intently at your back as you cooked. Your face was hot and you tried to convince yourself that it was because of the stove in front of you but you knew better, you knew it was him.

He’d been driving you crazy in the week since you guys had slept together. He was still playing the game, and you weren’t sure whether to laugh or cry. He wasn’t ignoring you, and that was a plus, but was this really any better?

The casual smirks that followed his teasing touches were replaced by cold stares and scowls. His lips didn’t curl up into the usual smile, but stayed pressed together, and you couldn’t deny the fact that you found it terrifying.

“You’ll catch a cold if you stay like that,” you found yourself trying to scold him. Before you probably would’ve sounded like a mom, but now the words came out as a soft whimper. Your head turned to look at him again, watching as he raised a brow at you.

Your eyes watched the water droplets from his hair fall down onto his bare shoulders. Actually, everything else was bare too, save for the towel he had wrapped around his waist.

He hopped off the counter, and you tried to keep your eyes from watching the way the towel hung on low on his waist as he neared you. You turned back to the pan, staring at the eggs as they fried.

“I am cold actually,” he spoke into your hear, his voice smooth and cool, and you shivered, still not used to this new Baekhyun. His arms wrapped around you, his bare chest pressing into your back as his head landed on your shoulder, the wet strands making your shirt damp. “You’re warm.”

“I meant wear clothes.”

His hand moved up to grab your chin and turn it, and he lifted his head to look at you. There it was, that blank look he’d been giving you for days. His arm that was still around your waist tightened, shooting sparks up your spine, and you hated the effect he had on you.

“But I like touching you,” he spoke casually, and you mentally kicked yourself as you felt your face heat up, despite the lack of feeling in his words. His arms left you just as quickly as they’d wrapped around you, and you were left alone, the eggs that you were frying already half-burnt.

You hated this.

You grabbed two plates, transferring the food equally before moving to the table. Baekhyun was waiting patiently in his chair, and you debated on whether or not to deny him food unless he put on some clothes. Then again, you had a feeling he’d find some way out of it all while getting you flustered.

You set the plate down in front of him before plopping down in your chair, but before you could begin eating you were interrupted.

“Yah!” he said rudely, making drop your food back onto your plate helplessly. “This is totally burnt, I can’t eat this!”

“Just eat it and stop complaining,” you groaned, rubbing your temples.

He scoffed, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. “No, I actually made you a good dinner yesterday so this isn’t fair. I want another.”

He wasn’t wrong. Along with the continued teasing he was also starting to actually cook more. The meals were simple, but it wasn’t like he was giving you cereal every night. He was actually trying and making you good food, so he definitely had a point. But you weren’t going to tell him that.

“Well you can’t have another- we’re out.”

“Out of eggs?”

You sighed, nodding. “Yeah, we’re out of everything really. So eat your burnt eggs and I’ll go to the store for groceries in a bit.”

“No, I’ll go. You never get any good food.”

“Yah what?” you scowled at him and scoffed again, standing up and you groaned again because the towel didn’t seem to be staying on his hips and your hand moved to cover your eyes. “Okay first go put on some fucking clothes. Second, I don’t want you to come home with nothing but candy and ice cream so I’ll do the shopping. At least I shop healthy.”

“Well you could stand to get something tasty. Fine I’ll just come with you.”

You groaned, your face planting in your hands as you heard his footsteps come towards you, his hand landing on top of your head. You kept your hands glued to your face, because that stupid towel really did seem to look like it was about to fall any second.

“Fine,” you muttered, and before you could say anything else you felt his hot breath against your ear, making you shiver.

You heard him take in a small breath before he spoke, his voice low. “Keep your eyes closed, my towel fell off. But you’ve already seen it all so it wouldn’t bother me if you did look.”

You resisted the urge to move your hands and smack him. His hand left your head and you waited for what seemed like ages until you removed your hands, blinking to adjust to the light. You eyes rested upon a white, fluffy horror next to your feet, and you felt your face get hot as you realized that he wasn’t lying.

“Yah!” you yelled, biting your lip. “Pick up your towel!”

“I’m still naked!” he yelled back and you groaned, wondering how you were going to survive a trip to the supermarket with this man.

The trip there was fairly quiet, but as soon as the doors slid open and you walked inside, you felt a wave of uneasiness. You walked in front of the shopping cart as Baekhyun trailed behind. He’d offered to push the cart himself and you reluctantly let him, and you were busy filling the cart with vegetables and meat along with other necessities.

“Okay we should probably grab some dry snacks because I don’t like having to cook while watching a movie,” you muttered, and you suddenly felt the cart rush past you into the next aisle. After almost running into a middle aged woman with the cart, Baekhyun apologized sincerely before continuing, still going just as fast. You groaned, running to catch up to him, stopping to apologize to the woman before rushing after him.

You stopped in front of the cart as Baekhyun grabbed a box of one of the shelves, holding it out to you. Before you could scold him, your eyes landed on his face, taking in his ecstatic expression.

Baekhyun.

This was the Baekhyun you knew.

His eyes were wide and his lips formed a pout as he held out the box of cookies. “Can we please get this? Please please please please-” Your mind felt blank as you watched him plead in front of you. He started stamping his feet quickly like a child and your head began to spin as you wondered what brought on this change. “I promise it’s really good. It’s not even that unhealthy see they’re really tiny so I’ll only eat one I promise-”

“I- Fine, fine just…yeah fine,” you stuttered, turning around and walking back to the dairy section to grab some milk. Why was he like this? He had been so cold for a week and now he was acting as if nothing happened. You sighed, rubbing your temples as you wondered what the hell was going on.

You heard him call from behind you, “Can I get a few more snacks? Please please please I’ll get stuff you like too I promi-”

“Yeah sure,” you called back absentmindedly, biting your lip. You began to walk faster, trying to avoid him as you landed in front of the milk. You grabbed one, opting to hold it instead of going back to Baekhyun to put it in the cart.

After walking around the aisles, finally free of Baekhyun and his bad cart-driving skills, you found yourself thinking again. Why was he acting like this now? What happened to being rude? You’d seen him smile more in the past 30 min you’d spent shopping than in the whole past week.

Was this really that much of a game to him? Did he like messing with you like this? Sure you hadn’t completely accepted his feelings but you didn’t think you did anything wrong. He had just assumed that you two were in a relationship without even talking to you about it and at the time you didn’t really know if you wanted it or not. You had your own reasons for not just going along with it.

But what he was doing was just straight up fucking with you.

You felt your anger rise slightly, and you turned on your heel only to find Baekhyun standing right behind you, wheeling the shopping cart around. He grinned at you sheepishly, and you were confused until your eyes dropped to the snacks that filled the cart in front of you.

The candy, sweets, chips, cookies, and of course ramyun created a mountain of junk food, covering all the vegetables you’d picked up earlier. You groaned again, setting the milk down before grabbing packages of the junk food.

“I said a few,” you muttered, walking away to place the food back where it belonged. Your mood was getting worse by the second and your head was getting more and more cluttered with thoughts of how awful Baekhyun was being.

You heard the squeak of the wheels behind you as he followed. “Wait please we have like no snacks, come on please?” He held out the last word and you groaned, not mentally prepared to deal with a cute Baekhyun. “I’ll do whatever. Please please ple-”

You stopped and turned around, and he stopped the cart just in time. You dropped the items back in, earning an ecstatic smile from your roommate before walking to the register.

The entire way home you were grumpy, and as soon as your front door shut and you were both inside, you dropped the groceries on the counter, turning on your heel to walk to your room. Before you could take two steps, Baekhyun grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

“What?” you snapped, and he scoffed, jutting his chin towards the bags.

“I’m not putting these away alone,” he said smoothly, before he tugged your arm again and pulled you into his chest, his arm wrapping around your waist. Your eyes widened and you watched as he stared at you, biting his lip, his face otherwise expressionless. “You know,” he began, his voice calm. “It always surprises me how little it takes for you to get so flustered. That’s one point-”

You snapped.

Before he could finish you pushed him away, making his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “What the hell?” you asked, your voice higher and breathier than you wanted it to be. You groaned. “You…all week you’ve been acting like this and then we go outside and you’re suddenly all happy-go-lucky and now you’re back to this and I…do you hate me that much? What did I even do to you? I wasn’t leading you on so I could sleep with you what kind of person do you think I am?”

“Then what were you doing?” he shot back, his eyes dark as he neared you again. “You played with me so I’m playing with you, what so wrong-”

“What’s wrong is that I didn’t realize what I was doing to you while you’re being so two-faced and you’re acting this way on purpose because you actually want to hurt me.” You started to feel the tears stinging your eyes and you rubbed at them quickly, trying to keep yourself from being so emotional.

He could already see the tears forming, and you watched his expression soften as he neared you, his hand stretched out. “Wait, no why would I want to hurt you? I just…oh no don’t cry please don’t cry,” his voice was barely a whisper now as you continued to back away from him.

“Why are you doing this huh?” you asked, your hands moving up to wipe the tears as they slowly began to fall. “I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry that you got hurt. But please stop, I don’t know what to do-”

His slow movements suddenly turned fast, and everything was a blur as you felt yourself being pulled into something warm. He was holding you again, but not in the teasing way he’d been doing for the past week. His arms were warm around you, like that time your cat had passed away. he was comforting and soothing and you felt yourself melt into him.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, and you felt his lips land on your head. “Please…please don’t cry. I didn’t want you to cry. I just wanted…I don’t know.” He was stuttering now, trying to find the right words.

You took a shaky breath and pushed him away lightly. His arms stayed wrapped around you tightly but you had room to look at him, watching his face filled with concern. 

You noticed the bags under his eyes first, and wondered if maybe he wasn’t getting enought sleep. His lips were slightly chapped, and you began noticing other small signs that he wasn’t taking care of himself. You’d forgotten the words that you wanted to say, and your hand reached up to his face, your finger running softly over one of the bags of his eyes before moving down to run over his chapped lips.

He was staring at you now too, and the sheer proximity of you both was probably what prompted Baekhyun to do what he did next. As your finger stayed pressed to his lip, his tongue peeked out to lick you and you gasped slightly. Your finger didn’t move though, and you felt his warm breath against it as he took a shaky breath.

“Do you want me to let go of you?” he asked quietly, and your hand retracted, falling back at your side as you felt you face heat up. You swallowed hard and shrugged, your mind fuzzy. Your eyes squeezed shut and you tried to clear your head before something-

His breath was warm against your face as you felt what you thought was the first brush of his lips. When your eyes opened again you realized his lips had stopped about a centimeter away from yours, giving you room to stop him. Your tongue peeked out to lick your lips softly, and you heard a sharp intake a breath before his lips pressed against yours, kissing you softly. 

You were responding to the kiss and you mind was spinning and as soon as you felt the first swipe of his tongue against your lower lip you mouth opened, letting his tongue inside. The first time he had kissed you, you both had been unbelievably drunk. Now that you weren’t you could feel his every movement and you savored the taste of his mouth. 

A moan escaped you and you felt yourself being pushed against the cold counter. Baekhyun broke the kiss to plant kissed up your jaw.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he muttered and you gasped as his teeth bit down lightly against your neck. His hands moved down to grip your thighs as your back pressed into the counter, his hips pressing into yours and making your arousal grow, and your head was spinning as his lips were about to meet yours again. 

The never did though, and he stood in front of you, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly that you had a feeling there would be marks. You blinked at him a few times, watching his eyes squeeze shut and his breathing begin to even out. You watched him swallow before his eeys fluttered open again, and he muttered an apology.

You apologized as well, and he released his grip on your thighs, stepping back to look at you. You watched as he ran his fingers through his hair, his cheeks pink and his clothes rumpled and you realized that’s exactly how you felt: messy. You weren’t sure about anything and you were afraid to say yes in the heat of the moment in fear of things ending badly later. If you were going to get in a relationship, especially one with someone you already lived with, you didn’t want questions. 

You needed to figure this out. 

“Baekhyun,” you breathed and he nodded slightly, letting you know he was listening. “I think I should leave.”

His eyes widened and panic set in on his face, and his hands came up to grab your shoulders as he stuttered, “N-No wait don’t like move out you can’t do that I mean I’ll stop I promise but don-” His long string of words that kept you from explaining were quickly cut off by your hand covering his mouth, making him silent. 

“I’m not moving out, I just think I shouldn’t stay here for a few days. Maybe I’ll go visit my parents this weekend okay? We can think about this separately, and then talk about it,” you were surprised at how calm your voice sounded. This was rational rigtht? No games, no random sex, just staying away and actually thinking about it.

He nodded slightly in agreement, and you uncovered his mouth. He bit his lip worriedly and replied, “You are coming back though, right?” 

“Yeah, I will,” you muttered, pushing yourself away from the counter. “Um I’ll go pack some things. I won’t need much it’s only a weekend.” He nodded and the apartment was plunged into silence again as you went to your room, grabbing a bag and shoving clothes inside while calling your mom, letting her know you’d be staying over for the weekend. 

You mom was excited to see you, and it dawned on you that it had been a while since you’d seen her. As you headed to the door with the bag in your hand, you watched Baekhyun curled up on the couch, watching some game show. He looked at you, his eyes droopy and his lips in a small pout as he spoke.

“Bye, see you soon!” he tried to say cheerfully, but it honestly came out a bit pathetic. “Call me or you know just let me know when you get there safe.” 

You smiled and nodded before heading out the door. Your mom’s place was around 2 hours away, and you prefered driving yourself so you did. You had been driving for a while, and were about fifteen minutes away from your parents house when you got a call. 

“Mom?” you answered, and you heard her muffled voice over the phone. 

“Hi sweetie, I just wanted to let you know that um…your cousin decided to pay a surprise visit. I thought I’d tell you before you got here. I really do was to see you but I don’t know if you’re willing to…deal with her.”

Your cousin was probably the worst human being on the planet. You two hadn’t gotten along in years, and a lot of it had to do with your different ideals. You were okay with her views on topics, because she was allowed to have her opinions. She however made a point to tell you that everything you thought was wrong and continuously tried to convince you to change your views and God even thinking about it gave you a headache. 

“Ugh…Mom,” you groaned and you heard her give an uneasy laugh.

“It doesn’t look like she’s leaving anytime soon…I’m sorry…” your mom knew that there was no way in hell you were going to deal with your cousin. You’d rather go back home to Baekhyun and so that’s what you did. You tried calling him to let him know but he didn’t pick up, and you spent the drive home listening to music and judging people who didn’t use signals when they changed lanes. 

You weren’t exacly happy to have gone so far and not seen your parents, and then drive all the way back home, but when you finally got home, you sighed in relief. Driving didn’t bother you at all, but you weren’t used to driving for more than an hour or so, and that was over three hours. 

Your grabbed your bag, stretching and rubbing your back as you went up to your floor. Baekhyun still hadn’t responded, and you assumed he had gone to sleep, so when you got to your door you tried to open it carefully, trying not to make any sounds incase he had fallen asleep on the couch. As the door opened, your eyes widened as you saw the state of your living room and kitchen. 

There were beer cans strewn over the floor, some on tables but most of the empty ones on the ground. The television was on, playing Star Wars but nobody was watching. Your eyes landed on the couch where Baekhyun seemed to be lying face down on top of something. 

You smelled something burning and your eyes flickered to the kitchen, where you saw a shirtless man cooking something on the stove. 

“Junmyeon?” you muttered, your voice high pitched and questioning. He turned to you and flashed a grin before turning back to the burning mess. 

You had only been gone for three fucking hours.

You heard someone call your name and you looked back to the couch, where Baekhyun lifted his head. He looked drunk as hell, and then you realized he wasn’t lying down on something, he was lying down on someone. Sehun pushed Baekhyun up slightly as he turned his head to look at you, his eyebrows scrunched together. 

“You,” groaned Sehun, craning his head to look at you. “I thought you told us that you didn’t wear pants.”

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anonymous asked:

How would the RFA react to realising that they had evident lipstick marks on their lips (and probs face) because MC had worn some and kissed them? And then people would approach them or smth and ask them about it (Plus points if they found out in public lolol)? I saw this fan art of Zen smothered in lipstick marks and I would love to know how the other’s would react// lolol I love your blog!! Keep up the good work!!! U3U

Thank for request anon-nim!

This may or may not get a lil’ NSFW up in here~ 

Yoosung:

  • you were about to inform him
  • but he had a morning lecture
  • far be it from you to tell him that he had lipstick on his jaw
  • he went on the bus like that
  • he walked into class like that
  • and then one of his friends piped up, slapping him on the back
  • “damn Yoosung, getting some morning action!”
  • they all whoop in excitement
  • everyone else in the room turns to the commotion
  • he turns into a literal tomato
  • wiping down his face frantically, he finds the wine coloured lipstick smeared on his hand
  • poor bb
  • but he feels warm inside and giggles under his breath while the rest of the students file in
  • all day, he’s unconsciously brushing his fingers over the spot where you kissed him 

Zen:

  • he walks in to rehearsal feeling on top of the world
  • as you watch him with a dreamy look in your eyes, you’re jolted back to reality
  • there’s a bright pink lipstick stain right on his cheek
  • you’re never making out with him in the trailer ever again
  • you get up from your chair, wanting to quietly inform that you hecked up
  • but a stylist approaches before you reach him
  • “Zen-ssi, y-you have some…uh…lipstick…let me just clean that off. they’re about to start filming.”
  • Zen turns to you with a smirk
  • you want to crawl into a hole for eternity
  • when the scene is over, Zen runs to you
  • and drags you back to the trailer
  • “jagiya, as my manager, you should’ve been taking better care of me…”
  • you look down in embarrassment
  • but he lifts your chin and places a chaste kiss on your lips
  • “but as my lover, that was the best care you could ever give me.”

Jaehee:

  • it wasn’t intentional
  • honest to god 707
  • you were just following instructions
  • you didn’t realise the consequences would be this chaotic
  • she had a kiss mark on her neck
  • she took orders in that state all morning
  • until an older lady pointed it out, giggling at how cute it was
  • and Jaehee was reduced to a puddle
  • when it slowed down, Jaehee turned to you
  • “MC is there something you want to tell me?” her arms crossed, failing to look upset (she actually really liked it)
  • “uh…well your apron said ‘kiss the cook’. I was just following instructions. they weren’t clear about the next step…”
  • she wasn’t holding back
  • Jaehee grabbed you by your collar and kissed your neck
  • “revenge.” she whispered
  • now you had to serve customers with a kiss stain~

Jumin:

  • you were still sleepy while you were doing your makeup
  • so your aim was terrible
  • and you didn’t process that the lipstick you were wearing was on his nose (hehe alliteration)
  • all the employees stared at him as he walked towards his office
  • he was about to go to into a board directors’ meeting
  • but before he could even close his office door, Jaehee pulled him aside
  • “Mr. Han, have you not checked the state of your face? you have lipstick on your nose.”
  • quickly wiping it off with a handkerchief, he continued on to the meeting room
  • as he was walking, he sent a text to you reading:
  • ‘I will leave something longer-lasting than lipstick stain when I get home.’

Seven:

  • he was finally finished with his work (it wasn’t really work, he was trolling people on FB)
  • you realised that you didn’t have much in terms of edible food (Saeyoung don’t fucking drink the expired milk)
  • you had to bribe him with kisses to help you with the groceries
  • he was more than willing to oblige after that
  • the shopping was going fine (despite the fact that he kept chucking the fruits and vegetables out of the cart)
  • until a little girl pointed at him and yelled “mummy, why is that boy wearing lipstick?”
  • mortified, the girl’s mother apologises profusely as she dragged her away
  • you just stood there, trying to rub your face off with your hands
  • Seven turned back to you, an oddly innocent smile plastered on his face as he moved your hands away from your face
  • “thanks for giving me some of your lipstick jagiya.” he sang
  • you walked out of the store

V:

  • you were about to warn him
  • you swear
  • but he rushed out the door
  • he had a meeting with the curator of a neighbourhood art gallery
  • and the curator stifled their laugh as they pointed out the lipstick stain on his eyelids
  • thanking every higher power that your lipstick was a light colour
  • he quickly wiped it off and continued with the meeting
  • when he came back home, he was ready to ambush you
  • and he did
  • while you were reading on the couch
  • he pulled you into a bear hug and started tickling your face with his hair. “jagiya why did you attack me like that?”
  • you stayed silent
  • “you can’t attack a man like that~”
  • grinning you kissed his eyelids again
  • “take two.” you growled and scampered away
  • he ran right after you

Saeran:

  • he lay in your lap while you both read
  • after sometime, he fell asleep
  • you laid a kiss on the centre of his forehead
  • and fell asleep
  • when he woke up, he toddled to the bathroom
  • when he encountered his brother smirking at him
  • Saeran was still sleepy, so he couldn’t muster up enough fire in his voice
  • “why are you staring at me hyung?”
  • Seven just couldn’t hold it in anymore
  • “nice kiss stain.” and he walked into his room
  • Saeran was left confused as he resumed his journey to the bathroom, finally relieving himself
  • he finally processed his brother’s words as he walked past the mirror
  • in a panic he rubbed his hand over his forehead, desperate to remove it
  • he ran back to you, shaking you awake
  • “what’s happening?” you murmured
  • “why did you do this to me?” the lipstick was all over his forehead now and he sounded genuinely upset
  • your face dropped
  • “I-I just wanted to show my affection for you.”
  • he held your hand, scooting closer towards you
  • “do it again, please.”

Edit: the Jumin one is specially based on a comic by @thedailymushroom. Go support them in creating more amazing art~

Morning Street Market · Vietnam

With the surge of food truck culture nationwide the past few years, more and more people are accustomed to eating on the street. We still have the occasional friend that is uncomfortable eating street food (can you believe we’re still friends with them?), and generally most of our eating in the U.S. is still done in traditional venues like restaurants. But in a country like Vietnam, the street is where all the action happens. It’s where you not only grab your meals, but also where you shop for groceries. For our first Vietnam story, we wanted to give you a look at a local street market in Ho Chi Minh City.

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As you walk around and explore the city, you can’t help but notice how many markets there are. You can turn a corner and down a small alley there could be a vibrant morning market filled with fresh veggies, meats, seafood, and freshly cooked meals. That’s how we discovered this hidden gem. Located at 137 Trần Đình Xu in District 1, it’s within a few blocks from where our apartment is and we’ve been stopping by most mornings to eat breakfast and soak in the culture. As you stroll down this tight corridor, dodging motorbikes mind you, there exists a slice of daily life for locals. Vendors vend their goods in front of their home and shoppers stroll through picking up what they need for a home cooked meal.

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You can literally find everything you need here. Proteins like chicken, pork, shrimp, crab, still- flopping fish. Fruits like dragon fruit, mangoes, longan, rambutan. Since we haven’t started cooking at home yet, there’s no shortage of street food to eat. There’s classic Vietnamese noodle soups like Hủ Tiếu (pork base with rice noodles) and Bún Riêu (crab and tomato broth). There’s , Bánh Mì with freshly baked baguettes that just melt in your mouth, and you can even end your meal with your choice of Chè (desserts). We also love that most street food vendors here cook a different item daily. One morning it might be Cháo (porridge) and the next it will be Chả Giò (crispy spring rolls). The variety is endless and the energy of this street makes you wish you had enough stomachs to taste everything.

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Bánh Khọt: Mini fried pancakes

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Hủ Tiếu: Pork base noodle soup

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Bún Riêu: Crab and tomato base noodle soup

137 Trần Đình Xu, District 1 - Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
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Attention Tantrums
 "Mum,“ your daughter wriggled around in the built-in seat of the shopping cart as she tried to reach for a row of lollipops, “lollies.”
“No, no, honey. You’ve got blueberries,” you tapped on the case of berries as you gently pulled your daughter’s stubby arm back to her side as she whined and shook her head.
“No, lollies!” Your daughter complained, wrinkling her nose and continually shaking her head.
“They’ll ruin your teeth, baby,” you frowned as you squeezed a few avocados, checking how ripe they were.
“Please, mum? Please, mum?” Your daughter questioned, tilting her head in the process as you selected the avocados you wanted and put them in a plastic bag.
“I already said no,” you shook your head at your daughter as you softly let the bag of avocados drop into the basket section of the cart. Your two year old shrieked at this, making you give her the stare you had learned frightened her into behaving.
“They didn’t have the red ones so I got the yellow peppers, instead,” Harry’s voice spoke from behind you just as he rounded the corner to see you staring at your daughter as she started to weep and wipe her eyes, softly sobbing at your angered features. You weren’t exactly fuming or anything, you were just tired of your fussy daughter.
“Thanks,” you cleared your throat as you turned to take the bag of yellow bell peppers from your husband and place them in your shopping cart.
“Why’re you crying, love?” Harry frowned as he made his way towards his weeping daughter, his hand going to hold the back of her head as his long thumbs went to sweep the salty tears from your daughter’s rosy cheeks.
“I want lollies,” your daughter whined, shrugging her shoulders in discomfort from being buckled in her seat, restraining her from reaching what she had been asking you for. You silently watched out of the corner of your eye as Harry plucked a lollipop from the line of candy and handed her one, making her passionately shake her head at Harry, pouting her cutest smile.
No,” she grumbled, crossing her chubby little arms as she shook her head.
“Why?” Harry tilted his head, curious to know why his daughter hadn’t taken the candy.
“Let her be,” you sighed, turning as you threw another bag containing vegetables into your cart, knowing how difficult your daughter had been acting all day.
“D'you want a different flavor?” Harry bent over as he cooed at your daughter, only making her shake her head more.
No,” your daughter pouted as she furrowed her eyebrows at Harry.
“No?” Harry mimicked your daughter as he pressed his larger forehead to your daughter’s tiny one, shaking his head in the process before his hands snuck under her arms to tickle her. “No?” Harry smiled as your daughter squealed and laughed at his tickles as he nuzzled his nose against your daughter’s little cheek as he continued.
“No,” your daughter cried out as she slowly became angry and started pushing Harry away from her, “‘top it.”
“Kisses,” Harry tapped his cheek as he turned for your daughter to kiss his cheek.
“No,” your daughter pouted as she shoved Harry away with her palms, starting to grumble and whine, “mum… Mum, help.”
“Leave her alone, babe,” you warned, knowing how your daughter could be when it came to her being grumpy.
“'Top it! Don’t like you! Don’t like you,” your daughter yelled with one last shove, making Harry step back before your daughter broke down in tears, “mummy.”
“Sh,” your furrowed your eyebrows as you paced towards your screaming child, her fists wiping her tired eyes as she cried. After unbuckling the safety belt of the seat, you quickly hoisted her up and out of the cart before forcing her head down on your shoulder to muffle the screams she was emitting as she cried.
“Could you just check out for me? I need to put her to sleep,” you grumbled as you bounced in place, trying to sooth your daughter into calming down.
“Yeah,” Harry finally choked out with a little nod of his head before you thanked him and rushed your tired daughter to your car, putting her to sleep the moment you closed the car door. Before too long, Harry came along with your groceries, making you buckle your daughter into her carseat before getting out of the car to help Harry pack up the baggage. A silent car ride later, you pulled into your driveway before Harry parked the car and the two of you starting unpacking.
“Could you take her in?” You squeaked as you loaded up on the bags, trusting in your strength a little too much. After getting Harry’s approval, you made your way inside to drop off the first load of groceries before your daughter’s screams sounded and you rushed out to see her fighting off Harry.
No! I don’t like you, I don’t like you! You’re mean! Leave! You’re not my mummy,” your daughter groaned as she kicked at her father.
“Y/D, stop it,” you ordered as you pushed Harry aside and grabbed your emotional two-year old before turning and taking her into the privacy of your home where you could safely put her to bed and then help Harry with the rest of the groceries. Before too long, you had made your way downstairs to see Harry sprawled across your living room couch as he flipped through television channels.
“Everything’s put up,” he croaked, his eyes never leaving the television screen as he sent a nod behind him, towards the general direction of the kitchen.
“Thanks,” you breathed out, padding over to where he sat and joining him on the couch.
“It doesn’t seem as if she’s taking to me as easily as we thought,” Harry spoke up after a few minutes of watching television.
“She’s just not familiar with you, yet. It was just me and her for seven months. She’s still trying to adapt to having you back,” you shrugged, yawning as you reclined, laying your legs over Harry’s thighs.
“Yeah but I’ve been home for two weeks, now,” Harry turned to look at you as his palm slightly raised, his fingers twitching as he awaited your response.
“She’s a mommy’s girl,” you shrugged once more as you settled into the couch.
“She hates me,” Harry sighed as he threw his head back to stare at the ceiling.
“She does not,” you rolled your eyes as you stretched your legs.
“She told me so,” Harry widened his eyes as he turned to look at you.
“She’s three,” you responded, staring at Harry’s hurt features.
“Well, I need her to like me. It makes me feel bad when she treats me as if I was some stranger. I helped make her,” Harry sighed as he bowed his head to stare at his fumbling fingers.
“You’re trying to be her friend,” you rolled your eyes as you sat up, “you’re her parent, though. She’s supposed to hate you and make your life hard. She does that to me all the time.”
“She’s my little baby, Y/N. I don’t like being her punching bag,” Harry frowned at you.
“You don’t think she’s roughed me up before? The thing with Y/D is, you have to show her she’s the daughter and you’re the parent until she’s mature enough and disciplined enough to know what’s not okay,” you explained with a shrug of your shoulders.
“I don’t know how you do it,” Harry shook his head.
“It’s parenting, get used to it,” you laughed as you craned your head up to peck his lips.

{A/N: Not edited, will do soon. This one was a little weird but I just wanted to post an imagine for you today and I hope you are all having positive days!}

Move On: Lower East Side, New York. 1903. 

Filmed in New York’s Lower East Side, the scene is a street where several pushcart vendors have gathered to sell their goods. In the foreground are fruit and vegetable carts. An elevated railroad track crosses over the street in the background. As the film progresses, two policemen can be seen heading up the street toward the camera and ordering all of the vendors to move. One of the policemen approaches the camera waving his nightstick, and the cart in the foreground begins moving. The film ends with a closeup of the policeman scolding the vendor.

In certain sections of New York City large numbers of Jewish and Italian push-cart vendors congregate so closely along the sidewalks that they interfere with traffic. Policemen keep them moving. The picture shows how the frightened peddlers hurry away when a bluecoat appears. Some of the carts are piled high with fruits of all kinds, and it is interesting and amusing to see the expressions of combined fear and anxiety on the faces of the men as they hurry away; the fear of being arrested if they stand, and of losing some of their wares if the carts strike an obstruction in the street. - From a contemporary Edison film company catalog.

Well, no wonder the Thieves Guild is struggling! Their headhunter is terrible. ‘Oh, look. An Orc in full dwarven armor just knocked over a vegetable cart with his gigantic war hammer! That man has the finesse I need for my secret society of stealthy stealth thieves!’ I think Brynjolf needs to take his own miracle elixir, maybe grow himself some common sense.
—  My boyfriend, who then failed Brynjolf’s test and still got in
Once Upon A...Whatever (Part 1)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Female)

Summary: Cinderella AU The Reader is a peasant, always getting into trouble on the streets of Lawrence. The Captain of the King’s Guard has had enough of her ways and forces her to work in the castle for the royal family, the Winchesters. The Reader reluctantly agrees to work in the palace despite her dislike for the royals. Little does she know how much of a ride she’s in for, when she mistakenly bitches out the green-eyed Prince, Dean. 

Word Count: 5,905

Warning: Language, Mention(s) of Prostitution 

Author’s Note: This is going to be my Cinderella AU (with a hint of other classic stories) series! Get pumped! Please note that this is only Part 1. Please also note that the Winchesters won’t be making an appearance until Part 2. Also, I apologize for the length. Part 1 will be the longest out of the series. It’s background stuff and getting to know the characters. Which also brings me to my next point, there are a lot of SPN characters throughout this series so don’t blink. You might miss them. Leave me comments, honest opinions, and a thumbs up if you like anything you read :)

Originally posted by hornyheartsclub



“Showtime in 3…2…Go!” Charlie whispered loudly, giving you a hard shove. You threw Charlie a glare for a split second, before colliding into a farmer’s vegetable and fruit cart. You knew how to throw yourself in front of a moving cart by now. You could have done without the extra push from your friend. You were a professional, dammit.

Before you knew it, frantic hands were already scrambling to help you up, with a very worried voice.

“Oh my, goodness! Are you alright dear? You came flying out of nowhere,” You smiled inwardly. It was almost too easy.

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  • THIS ACTUALLY JUST HAPPENED
  • Me: *only has fruits and vegetables in shopping cart*
  • Stranger: DUUHUUUDE, look at that girls groceries haha what the hell! *puts crisps in his shopping cart*
  • Me: *stares at him with gaze of death*
  • Stranger: Whoah but seriously look
  • Me: *stares*
  • Stranger: she.. she only has.. healthy.. food.. nevermind
  • Me: *walks away*
  • Guy stranger was talking to: Maybe you should just respect her healthy choices instead of criticizing her because you are just an unhealthy junk you nigga

anonymous asked:

What about a klaroline at the grocery store drabble? Like they could be human but they don't have to be. Just them shopping together, pushing the cart, finding the things they need. Being super cute and couple-y please!

“Do you want to divide and conquer, or one of us grabs whilst the other directs?” Caroline asked Klaus cheerily, arm linked through his to urge him forwards across the parking lot and into the grocery store.

He wasn’t dragging his feet, per se, but she could tell by the way he had his hands stuffed into his pockets that he was very opposed to her bribing him with sexual favours to go shopping for the Thanksgiving dinner she was preparing.

It had been short notice considering they had initially planned on going back to Mystic Falls for the holidays, but when Caroline suggested casually to Liz that she could always visit them, she readily accepted for the first time in the six years the young vampire had relocated to live with her boyfriend and, subsequently, the Original family. Not one to pass up the first and only opportunity to show her mother how great life was in the Big Easy (though she did miss her friends and mom tremendously), she had agreed to host Thanksgiving this year for them all, before announcing the change of plans to the Mikaelsons. To say they were alright with it would be putting it lightly. Except for Klaus, none of them had any qualms with the sudden change, not having made any commitments either in Virginia or at home.

“I don’t care, my love. Whichever gets us out of here faster, I suppose,” he replied offhandedly, sighing heavily and shrugging half-heartedly. Bumping her shoulder into his to lighten him up, they entered the store just as he shook his head and smiled reluctantly.

“Divide and conquer would, but…” she trailed off, pulling the shopping list out of her jacket pocket with her free hand and eyeing it. The long list had items from all over the store, and considering Caroline had only gone grocery shopping a couple of times over the past few years since having settled down in New Orleans, it would take time for them go from aisle to aisle to seek out the items they needed.

“But what?” Klaus prompted, causing her to lean away slightly so she could look up at him.

“Have you ever been grocery shopping before?” she asked, narrowing her eyes playfully as if she was trying to suss him out.

Raising his brows, he smirked over at her. “You mean between my time hunting down a doppelganger, trying to break my curse and woo you? Can’t say I have,” he replied dryly.

"And between your time siring hybrids, winning New Orleans back and travelling with me?” Caroline tried teasingly, giggling when he shot her an unimpressed look, as if the mere thought of him going shopping was far below him.

“Well, that’s why I have said hybrids,” Klaus informed her pointedly, before adding when she pulled her arm out of his to retrieve a shopping cart from the queue, “Why we have said hybrids.”

"I only need one hybrid, babe,” she replied when she returned to his side and handing off the cart to him. Patting his chest, she pecked his cheek as he grumbled about not being her slave and walked to the the end of the cart to guide him. “C’mon, you steer and follow me while I grab.”

Making their way to the dairy section first, Caroline crossed off each item on the list once they were securely in their cart. Her glittered and diamante pink pen shone in the artificial refrigerator light as she made small talk with Klaus, who huffed and nodded towards any product he spotted when she read them off the piece of paper in her hands.

“What else is on that list?” he groaned when they made their way into the vegetable section.

He pushed the cart lazily, arms crossed over the handle as he bent over to emphasise his boredom and unwillingness to be there. The necklaces that always decorated his collar hung out of his henley, occasionally striking the handle when he lowered himself to rest his head against his arms in agitation. She caught him licking his lips more than once, slowly and sensually as if to entice her (and if she didn’t know any better, she would say he was), with a smoldering look in his eyes that only added to his handsome features, which were fixed in a stoic expression.

If Caroline hadn’t been on a mission, she would have dragged him into the restroom (or the storeroom) to have her wicked way with him.

“Quite a lot actually. I think everyone took advantage of our shopping trip to add their requests,” she finally answered, shaking her head from where she was giving him another once over and pretending not to have seen the beginnings of his smug smile to glance at the shopping list. Various handwritings and coloured pens littered it, all neatly lined up in bullet points in the order they were added. “Tater tots, liquorice, peanut butter M&Ms, Vogue, Cap’n Crunch, a nail file, Colombian coffee beans, organic whole wheat cookies, condo-“

Klaus’ head snapped up from where he had been fiddling with the netting of the punnet of cranberries, amusement playing on his face at her tinted cheeks and pursed lips as she cut herself off. “What was that?”

“Kol, I’m guessing,” she grumbled, hurriedly scratching the item off her list with repeated squiggles. “We can strike that right off.”

His chuckles followed her as she dropped the bag of potatoes into the cart and spun on her heel to walk away towards the next item on her shopping list. He followed her obediently, and Caroline happily noted he was moving at a faster pace than earlier, indicating he was less in a grouchy mood than he had been.

Weaving around the small displays in the middle of the central aisle, her eyes lit up as she hurried up towards a sample stand near the end. “Ooh, maple candy! These are amazing,” she gushed at Klaus as she picked up a piece and bit into it. Holding out the other half, she offered it to him. “Here, try one.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” he said dryly, looking at the sickeningly sweet treat under his nose with disgust. Rolling her eyes at his reaction, she took the opportunity when he opened his mouth to speak again to shove it in before he could get a word out. Smiling innocently, she watched him chew tentatively a couple of times until he could reply sarcastically, “Right, that’s exactly what I meant.”

“Yummy, right?” Caroline grinned as she placed a box in with their shopping, seeing the apprehensive look on his face beginning to loosen up with every second that passed.

“Hmm,” he hummed noncommittally as she let him towards the candy section to pick up the liquorice and M&Ms on the list.

She pretended not to notice him throw in some gummy bears and Oreos into the cart, adding a bottle of chocolate sauce herself (for both ice cream and potential bedroom favours she owed him for this trip). Klaus had the strangest sweet tooth she had ever known. He hated honey and fudge, but loved chocolate anything. He wouldn’t touch Twizzlers with a mile long pole, but there was always a box of Nerds in the glove box of his car (which she knew he blamed on her when others asked).

Deciding to leave the frozen food until the end, Caroline headed to the health and beauty section by the way of the cereals to pick up Elijah’s midnight snack of Cap’n Crunch (her fault, she knew, but it always amused her to see the eldest Original eat the breakfast item), where she promptly lost Klaus. Calling out a couple of times and peering down the aisle, she rolled her eyes when he failed to reply. Of course he would simply wander away and leave her with the shopping when she got distracted by the new gel eyeliner in various colours.

Feeling like a mother losing track of their child, she grabbed what needed and retraced her steps incase he had gone back to grab something he wanted. Passing by the personal health section, she paused momentarily and grabbed a box of condoms, examining it in glee before tossing it into the cart

"Sounds about right,” she muttered to herself happily before carrying on in her task on finding Klaus, making a detour to pick up the coffee beans and going through the fresh produce section again as she doubled back to the central aisle.

Just as she was resigning herself to the fact that the grocery store was far too large for her to go hunting for a fully grown human with a shopping cart towing along, she pulled out her cell phone to call him. Pressing the speed dial number allocated to him, the call connected just as she saw Klaus pop out from an aisle at the back with a bottle in his hand.

“Hey, where did you go? I picked you up some apples,” Caroline asked into the phone, watching as he made his way over slowly.

“Just to get some wine,” he replied coolly, though slightly muffled, holding up the bottle of Merlot to prove his words.

“Don’t we have a wine cellar?” she questioned in confusion, bringing down the phone and hanging up when he did the same as he joined her side. He shrugged with a single shoulder, busying himself with placing the wine into the cart carefully. Narrowing her eyes at him suspiciously, she gasped when she saw him swallow slowly, finally catching a subtle whiff of sugar. “Oh! Oh, my god! Liar! You went back for some maple candy!” she exclaimed, pointing at him accusingly.

“Caroline-” Klaus began, eyes jumping up to her and then to the few people around them who had caught her excited yelling and were smirking back, entertained.

“Oh no, don’t you ‘Caroline’ me! You like it!” she grinned, lowering her voice back to normal, crossing her arms and jutting out her hip against the edge of the cart. “Are you addicted? Do you know how bad they are for your teeth? Am I going to have to ration your intake?” she drawled sardonically.

“Considering all the junk you have brought for yourself and the others, I doubt my newfound taste for maple candy should even matter,” Klaus retorted without missing a beat, before adding with a self-appreciating sneer, “Also, I’m a hybrid.”

“I’ll get another box,” she giggled, pushing the cart back over to him and heading back towards the stand. “But! If I see you munching on them in bed, I will take it away.”

Smirking, he followed her whilst picking up the bottle of chocolate sauce she had gotten earlier. “I thought this was to be had in bed?” he said innocently.

Glaring, Caroline hushed him when an old lady shot them a displeased look, obviously having overheard this words. He chuckled, replacing the sauce back into the cart and picking up another item that caught his eyes. Shooting her a questioning look, he shook the box of condoms in her direction just as she turned back to add the extra box of maple candy to their shopping.

“What? It’s on the list,” she said defensively, the corner of her lips quirking up as he read the pack in bemusement.

“’Snug fit’, huh? You sure know how to cut a man down, love,” Klaus commented wryly, tossing it back in with everything else.

Grasping the end of the cart, Caroline walked backwards as she tugged them towards the frozen section of the store to pick up the last few things on the list.  ”Well, I’m just going off of experience and from what I know about Kol, it seems correct,” she reasoned with a nonchalant shrug.

“And pray tell, sweetheart, what is this ‘experience’ you’ve had with my little brother?” he all but grumbled, voice steady and low.

"Wouldn’t you like to know,” she teased, winking and spinning around to get back to the task at hand. Klaus bristled at her vague reply, causing her to giggle and toss over shoulder, “I’m kidding. Pretty sure I’ve seen him naked more times than anyone else in this planet, that’s all,” she pointed out with a dramatic shudder.

"Don’t count on it,” he muttered, scoffing. Caroline shook her head goodnaturedly, placing a bag of tater tots and a tub of strawberry ice cream (for herself) into the small space she had left empty for the frozen items.

Satisfied, she double checked her list, and crossed out the last items she had just collected. With a sigh of contentment, she tugged gently on cart to encourage him to follow, and she couldn’t miss the look of relief when she guided them towards the checkout after storing away her paper list back into her jacket pocket.

“Outside your family, I mean,” she added with a tilt of the head and a wry smile. She had only been with the Mikaelsons for six years, and a lot of that time had been spent travelling, yet she managed to catch Kol naked (with or without a girl), far too often for her own good. Spending a thousand years with him must have had led to some more similarly awkward moments between the siblings, she was sure.

”’My family’?” Klaus repeated incredulously before chuckling almost sarcastically and staring at her with a bright look of amusement from the opposite end of the shopping cart. “Caroline, you are buying condoms for my, thankfully, long infertile brother. It’s your family now too, sweetheart.”

Colour and crunch

For those of you with vegetarian inclinations (and that includes many people who just love the look and taste of vegetables) here’s a picture to brighten your day. Eating a jam doughnut or a chocolate brownie may make you feel good for a minute, but that’s often followed by the over-full ’why did I do it?’ moment.

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Prince!Michael - Part 12

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Y/N’s POV

It was the day before the wedding, the whole castle was in a frantic rush, preparing the great hall for the ceremony and the feast that was to take place afterwards. Everyone in the kingdom was invited so everything had to be ready. I was sent into the village to pick up the fruit and vegetables, Maggie had given me a small cart that I could pull behind me, it was a good thing she did, there was no way I would be able to carry enough fruit and veg to feed a kingdom without it.

I walked through the market, everyone was talking about the wedding. It didn’t surprise me. It was rare that villagers would go to the castle, you had to be invited and a royal wedding is the only time where everyone, no matter their heritage or wealth, is invited to the castle. I walk slowly being careful not to hit anyone with my cart as it is already quite heavy and there isn’t any food in it yet. I made my way to the vegetable stand, the owner helped me load my cart with all of the food for the castle.

Once it was full, I began making my way back to the castle, the cart was now extremely heavy and how I was going to be able to drag it up the hill was beyond me as I could barely pull it now. I got to the hill and quickly found that the only way to get the cart up the hill was to walk up the hill backwards and pull the cart with both hands. It probably wasn’t good for my back but it was my only choice if I wanted to get up the hill at all. I was about a quarter of the way up when I heard a voice behind me. “Do you need a hand?” it was a male voice, it startled me, and I almost let go of the cart, which would have been disastrous. I look over my shoulder to see a tall blond man stood behind me, his hair fell in small curls around his face. I recognised him, he was one of the nights of our kingdom, he was at the joust but I don’t remember his name. “No I’m okay” I say over my shoulder to him. He simply sighs and takes the cart from me, my arms thankful for no longer having to hold the weight of it. “Michael said you were stubborn” he says as he turns around, pulling the cart effortlessly up the hill behind him. “Thanks, wait you know who I am?” I say as we walk up the hill. “Of course I do, Y/N right? the one who Michael is in love with but can’t marry because he has to marry the princess blah blah blah” he continues. “Wait what? Who are you?” I say, how does this guy know this much about me, I’ve only told Calum about the situation so how does this guy know? 

“Name’s Ashton, Michael filled me in on everything, he comes and finds me, we go to the tavern, he rants for a good hour or so about how miserable he is, it has gotten quite annoying actually.” he shrugs at me. Well that explains where Michael keeps disappearing to, but by the sounds of it this guy knows everything and I don’t know if I am comfortable with that or not. “Oh..” I trail off, not sure of what to say. “He loves you, you know I’ve never heard him talk about anyone the way he talks about you” he continues speaking. How do I respond to that?. “Well it doesn’t matter now does it? he’s getting married tomorrow” I say louder than I had intended. “Well he’s an idiot if he actually goes through with it” he mumbles quietly. “What do you mean?” I say back, turning to face him. We had reached the top of the hill, Ashton let let go of the cart, he set the handle down on the floor and turned to face me. “The marriage may have been arranged, his parents can tell him he has to marry the princess, but they can’t force him to say ‘i do’, he has to do that on his own” he said shrugging. I remain silent. “Well I should be going it was nice talking to you Y/N” he said as he turned around and walked away. I picked up the handle of the cart and pulled it into the castle and towards the store room.

I opened the door, it was dark. I lit the lanterns on the wall so I could see what I was doing. The storeroom was just a big room filled with floor to ceiling shelves. I began packing the vegetables away, I went behind one of the shelves with a sack of potatoes. When I turned the corner, I jumped backwards letting out a small scream. There was a man sat between the two shelves he knees pushed up to his chest, I was not aware anyone else was in here and so was quite surprised at his presence. He turned to look at me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” he said quietly, it was clear his mind was elsewhere. He looked familiar, I was pretty sure he was one of the princess’s knights. He had short blond hair and blue eyes. “It’s okay, I was just a bit surprised” I chuckled trying to lighten the mood. He smiled weakly. 

“Are you okay?” I ask nervously, he clearly wasn’t but I didn’t want to push him. “No” he says to me. “Do you want to talk about it?” I ask. “You can’t tell anyone okay?” he looked at me seriously. “I won’t” I say. I sink to the floor, sitting down so that my back was leaning against the set of shelves in front of him. “I’m Y/N by the way” I say to him. “Luke” he responds. “Have you ever been in love with someone that you could never be with?” he asks. ‘You have no idea’ I thought to myself. I shake my head, it was a lie but I wanted him to continue. “Well I am and it sucks, I see her everyday she’s way too good for me and I was deluded to think our happiness would be permanent” he said. “So you were with her?” I ask. “We were together for a long time, her parents were strict, they didn’t know about me but we were happy, I loved her, she loved me” he said smiling to himself at the memory. “What happened? if you don’t mind me asking” I say, I didn’t want to push him but I was curious. He is silent for a moment, thinking about his words.

“She met someone else, someone better, richer, more attractive” he finally says. “Is she happy?” I ask. “No, I think she is scared of what will happen if she leaves him” he says sadly. He was clearly in love with this girl, I could see it in his sad blue eyes. “Wait, is he violent towards her?” I ask, wondering why she would be scared to leave. “He better not be, if he ever hurt her, I would kill him, I don’t care about the consequences” he says angrily, his fists clench. “Consequences?” I ask him. He sighed “He is quite well off, he has powerful connections, killing him would definitely result in my death”. It made me wonder who this guy was, why she would leave Luke for him in the first place if they truly were happy together. “Well I’m sure she will see sense, you seem like a nice guy” I say. He shrugged his shoulders. We both remained silent for a few minutes, it was a comfortable silence. I had completely forgotten that I was meant to be working until I heard a voice from the doorway.

“Y/N are you in here?”. It was Maggie’s voice. “Yeah I’m just packing the food away, I’ll be there in a minute” I say as I stand up. I hear Maggie leave and walk down the hallway. “Thank you Y/N, for talking to me” Luke says, he stands up and helps me put the rest of the vegetables from the cart away. When everything was done I left the storeroom going to find Maggie.

I spent the rest of the day fulfilling the endless list of tasks that Maggie had given me. It was late when I finally got to my room. I debated going to see Michael, I had not seen him all day, which was weird as I was his maid. I decided against it, I needed to be alone. I had to get used to being without him, after all tomorrow he would be married. 

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