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jasmines-library · 3 months

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Hi !

This might be specific but would you consider writing like Batfam x Polish reader? In a platonic ship way?

Basically tomorrow (Feb 8th) is Fat Thursday, its a huge polish holiday where you eat traditional polish donuts they're usually stuffed with either rose jam, caramel or custard!

Could you write their reactions to reader coning over, and giving them some traditional polish donuts? And maybe what their favourite filling is pls?

I don't mind if it's late, I realise it's short notice :)

Hello! Thanks so much for trusting me to write this for you! I'm sorry it's a little short but i really wanted to get this out for you in time. I had to do a little research but it has been so interesting to learn about! I hope I have done you and your culture justice :)

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

"What are you doing?" Damian strolled into the kitchen, head held high as he peered around the room. He had smelt whatever you had been cooking from the other side of the house and it had made is mouth water so he decided to check it out.

There were various kitchen tools scattered around the room alongside trays of doughnuts set out in little rows. The room was warm and smelt like a fresh bakery.

"Baking pączki." You answered, setting aside another tray on the side.

Damian walked around the room with his arms behind his back as he eyed up the sweet treats wanting to just reach out and snatch one. You caught his glance and smiled, turning to hand him one off of the plates.

"Here, try one. It's good luck."

He reached out eagerly to take a bite of the pastry. The flavours melted over his tongue and he took another bite straight away.

"Mmm. This is so good. What is in this."

You beamed. "That's rose jam. But I have other flavours too."

Moving around the table as you began to clean away the last of the mess. "Rose jam is traditional, but I have also made caramel, custard and chocolate."

Damian's eyes widened a fraction at the mention of the delicacies. He licked the powered from his top lip.

"Please," You gestured to them, "Try another. I made them to share."

He reached for another, selecting one you had filled with a chocolate ganache and after taking a bite, he sighed in content.

"You know," he said through a mouthful of food, "You should make these more often."

"What's going on?" Dick made his way into the kitchen.

"Oh Grayson! You have to try these." Damian exclaimed to his brother "They're amazing."

"They're different flavours." You told him, explaining to him which tray belonged to which. Damian was already sneaking for another. "Incase you wanted to try something different."

The eldest Wayne delved into a custard filled pastry. He had the same content look on his face as Damian did.

"Oh...these are good. Really good. What are they for?"

"Tlusty Czwartek. Or Fat Thursday. It's a Polish tradition. We share sweet treats that we give up during lent."

"Huh, that's cool. I never knew. Tell me more about it?" Dick asked keen to find out more about your tradition.

Balancing the tray on one had was a lot harder than you thought it would be as you made your way down the hall to knock on Jason's door. When he heard the knock, he answered contently and invited you in. He was sprawled out across his bed but moved to sit when you walked in.

"Hey Y/N. You okay?"

You nodded, offering him the plate of doughnuts. You has selected a couple of each for him to try. "I brought you something to try. "pączki- doughnuts."

"These look amazing, thank you."

"Anytime. I'm glad to share these with you."

Jason opted to for a caramel filled one, though also seemed very keen to try the rose jam as it was something he had never tried before. Like Damian, Jason also made you promise to make these again and was keen to help finish any leftovers off.

Tim practically melted into his seat the second the pastry filled his tongue. You had found him in the library indulging in some last minute homework. Like all of the others he was super keen to try them. First he tried the tradition flavour, intrigued as he too had never tried it before. A second followed quick after that, along with questions about how you made them.

Tim had a keen eye for cooking and he was interested to find that you had made them yourself. After explaining it to him, he was keen to help you next time the event rolled around. Well it was that and he wanted an excuse to be cooking in the kitchen. It was a rare occurrence for Alfred to allow one of the boys to be allowed to cook.

Speaking of which, he and Bruce would be in awe of your cooking. Alfred would ask you for a recipe and after claiming that he wouldn't have anymore, you would occasionally catch Bruce sneaking one.

It was safe to say that they all loved you giving them doughnuts and couldn't wait until the event rolled around again so they could engulf on them again.

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@aestheticdaisies

@hell-o-kittys

@xxrougefangxx

@mamapucket

@hearts4robs

@harleycao

@devotedlyshadowytheorist

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camcab · 2 years

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Fun but exhausting day

Thursday 29th September 2022 | Amsterdam, Netherlands

There's something so comforting about staying in such a multicultural and progressive city. It feels like everyone will look out for you if you're ever in trouble.

Whenever I travel to a new place, I'm always worried about people's reaction with me being gay. Of course the world is a lot better now than it used to be, but I feel like there are a lot of extremists out there.

Some places are quite cringey with advertising how 'gay-friendly' they are but really it's still unsafe for the LGBTQIA+ community to be there. From day 1, Amsterdam has made me feel welcomed which I was surprised about. It just felt so normal. No one gave us death glares or smiled at us really big making it obvious that they're an ally.

We went to a cafe called Small Talk just around the corner from our hotel. There were 2 Dutch women greeting and serving everyone, singing and swaying along to classical Dutch music. The breakfast area was tiny - about the same size as our living room and kitchen/dining room combined, but the perfect place for breakfast and people watching.

Ellen's breakfast - Dutch pancake with nutella and hazelnut latte

Camille's breakfast - Dutch pancake with ham and cheese and hazelnut latte

Watching the locals and tourists is definitely one of my favourite things to do while abroad. Even in Norwich actually, but we don't get many tourists around here. It was so fascinating to see how Dutch people (or at least people in Amsterdam) aren't showy with their wealth at all. We could tell whether someone was working class, middle class, or upper class, whereas in the UK it's easier to spot people from different classes.

Maybe that's why it felt so safe there. No one cared about their status and self-representation through fashion and focused more on being practical and helpful. Definitely something a lot of people and places need to learn from, I think.

We then went to Moco Museum which was a contemporary museum full of work from big named artists like Banksy, Andy Warhol, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Yayoi Kusama, etc.

It was okay to say the least. Really well marketed I think but nothing much to offer. Although, I must say that I like how different it is from other museums. They weren't afraid with being political with their descriptions - maybe something museums need to start doing? Might have some danger points to it.

It was definitely an instagram-worthy museum, but nothing else other than that. There wasn't any storytelling with how it was curated. Disappointing and rather pricey for what it is.

But...still good to experience new things and see how museums are progressing!

We did more sightseeing in the city after that. It was a sunny day so it felt good exploring outside. I bought a new cream jacket from Uniqlo which I absolutely love. It'll be my go-to jacket I think.

I find it interesting how people's behaviours really affect the atmosphere of a place, physically and mentally. We accidentally went to Red Light District actually. We didn't realise until we noticed that the streets were dirtier and people were creepier and stinkier (more weed smell). We didn't plan on going to the area because Chloe from work, who lived in Amsterdam for 4 years, said that she felt uncomfortable whenever she went there with her friends.

I was shocked when I saw sex workers by the windows actually, I was distracted by the stunning Dutch gables by the canal. It was only until Ellen nudged me and told me to look.

It was definitely an interesting experience and I'm glad we were there by accident at 3pm instead. I think I would have been uncomfortable if we were there at night.

We had dinner at an Indonesian restaurant called Desa at De Pijp. Both me and Ellen have only really cooked nasi goreng at home and Indonesian cuisine isn't popular in the UK. Definitely would come back to this restaurant again because the price was so worth it!

The vibe of the restaurant just felt like you were attending a family gathering and your aunties have cooked way too much. It was so homely. Ellen went to the toilet and she said at the back the hallway was full of family photos and there were 2 uncles just chatting and drinking. Apparently the toilet had an ash tray too so people can smoke and poo at the same time. What a place!

#holiday

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songsformonkeys · 3 years

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Congratulations on such an amazing milestone!! You absolutely deserve all the excitement and rewards :D

I don't know what you might need to ship me, but here goes:

I am a children's librarian who loves to cook/bake, craft, and watch movies. I'm a huge nerd and I love taking care of people. I'd rather go to the mountains than the beach, and I love Fall and Christmas time.

If you need more, let me know <3

Thank you so much! <3 And what a lovely description. You seem like such a sweetheart! And I know just who to pair you with: Francisco Morales.

And the fic I would write for the two of you... It would just be something incredibly fluffy and domestic. Here's how it would go:

When your colleague at the library quits his job to move cross-country, you take over the Study Help group, where he used to help kids with their homework every Thursday after school.

That's where you meet Francisco Morales, who shows up with his daughter Manuela every week like clockwork.

Manuela is a sweet and smart girl, and you always enjoy helping her with her reading and spelling, because she usually just needs a little push in the right direction. Frankie hangs around and listens intently as you help his daughter with her exercises. He has a focused look on his face and at first, you think he's watching to make sure you're not teaching his daughter the wrong thing.

Then one day, his daughter declares that her dad can't read or write and that this is why they're here. The tips of Frankie's ears turn red and he hurries to explain that his daughter is exaggerating. He assures you that he can both read and write... just not very well. ”Dyslexia,” he says with a shrug and tells you that he takes his Manuela to the Study Group to make sure he doesn't end up teaching her the wrong thing because of his own difficulties.

As the weeks pass, you come to learn that while Frankie claims to hate reading, he loves stories, and he listens almost captivated look on his face when you and his daughter practice her reading. One Thursday, you introduce Frankie to the comic book section, and it's love at first sight.

Each Thursday evening brings you and Frankie closer together, and you find yourself looking forward to the hours you get to spend with the man and his daughter every week. He's easy to talk to and, judging by the speed with which he consumes the volumes in the comic book section, and how eager he is to talk about them after, there's clearly a nerdier side to him than you first noticed.

Then one day he suddenly shows up on a Friday afternoon, just before closing. You playfully ask him if he's gotten the days mixed up, but you also notice that Manuela isn't with him and that there's a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand. He asks you out for a date and you say yes before he's even finished asking.

Epilogue: The three of you are celebrating Christmas together at the Morales cabin up in the mountains. It's every bit as idyllic as it sounds. Sometimes you wish you could live here all year round – until Frankie reminds you of the weekend when the power went out.

You're baking in the kitchen, with Christmas songs playing softly in the background and snow falling slowly outside the kitchen window. Frankie and Manuela (who inherited her father's sweet tooth) keep trying to steal the chocolate chips that are supposed to go in the cake. When you half-heartedly complain about it, Frankie wraps you up in a hug and leans in for a kiss. When he does, you catch sight of Manuela in your peripheral vision, giving her dad thumbs up before grabbing a handful of chocolate chips and shoving them in her pocket.

You make sure they pay for their theft later by having them do the dishes, while you dig into the first slice of the finished cake.

Their almost identical pouting faces, makes your heart swell with love. You're so lucky to have become part of this little family.

#sfm 1k celebration

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tuiccim · 4 years

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Brassy (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2038

Warnings: Language, PTSD, Memories of abuse, panic attack

Summary: You’re in a friends with benefits situation with Loki and some of the other Avengers aren’t happy with the arrangement.This part delves a little more into the readers backstory.

Part 1

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The following week everyone was at the tower. No missions were currently in priority and everyone was anticipating Tony's party on Friday night. Thursday morning you Wanda and Vision cooked a huge breakfast for everyone. Steve, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Vision, Thor, Natasha, Clint, Tony, and you were gathered around the table.

"Wanda, these biscuits are delicious." Bucky compliments her.

"Oh, that was all (Y/N). She's the one who makes the biscuits and gravy." Wanda says in her cute accent.

"Oh, uh... they're good, (Y/N)." Bucky stammers at you.

"Thanks." You say not quite meeting his eye. You could feel across the table how uncomfortable he was giving you a compliment.

"Where'd you grow up, (Y/N)?" Clint pipes in. You didn't know each other well since he was semi-retired.

"Kinda all over." You say.

"Military brat?" He asks.

"Runaway." You quirk an eyebrow at him.

"Really?" He leans forward.

"Long story. You really are as much of a gossip as Nat says, huh?" You decide sass would be the best way out of this conversation.

"Gossip?!?" He looks at Nat, sitting beside you, putting his hand on his chest as if wounded. "Simply because I care about people's history?"

Nat rolls her eyes and shoots you a look. Deciding to hit back Nat says to you, "You're bestie joining us tomorrow?"

You smile with aplomb, "I don't know. Say, Thor, will Loki be joining us for the party?"

"Yes!" Thor replies enthusiastically, "He said he was looking forward to it. He enjoyed the last one so much."

"Aww...I'm so glad. He's a good time." You smirk at Nat.

"Your friendship has done him good, (Y/N)." Thor spouts.

"Done me good, too." You say under your breath to Nat.

"How did that happen?" Tony asks.

You look at him innocently, "We met at your last party. And hit it off quite well." You glance at Steve who is giving you a look.

"My last party, when the ice statue fell over and nearly killed a guest?" Tony narrows his eyes.

"Is that when that happened?" You ask with wide eyes.

Steve clears his throat and directs a look at you.

"What was that about, Cap?" Tony looks between you two.

"Nothing." Steve says but now that Tony has the bone he's not gonna let it go.

"Do you know what happened there, Cap?" Tony pushes.

"Nope." Steve sits back crossing his arms, never taking his eyes off of you. You are, unfortunately, losing an internal battle to hold in your giggles.

"(Y/N)." Tony draws out the name. "Did you try to kill one of my guests?"

"Of course not, Tony." You say but then a suspicious cough comes out of your mouth sounding far more like the laugh you were trying to cover.

"That was Pepper's cousin." Tony eyes you.

"I didn't try to kill him. Just maim him a little." You finally confess. "Hopefully he learned that you don't play grab ass without a lady's permission."

Bucky suddenly gets up from the table and leaves. "What's up his ass?" You ask.

"Language." Tony mocks.

"Oh, fuck, sorry." You say.

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose clearly frustrated with you. Clint looks at Natasha questioningly and receives a shrug.

"Yeah. Paul's gotten a little handsy in the past. Probably was a good lesson for him." Tony winks at you dispelling the cloud that had momentarily settled. Breakfast calmed down after that and everyone enjoyed the remainder of the meal. Afterwards, you found Steve and pulled him off to the side. "What the fuck did I do wrong to Bucky?" You ask.

"(Y/N)." Steve says, again pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Sorry. What the hell did I do?" You ask again.

"I don't know." Steve says exasperated.

"Is it just me?" You keep going.

"I really don't know, (Y/N). He hasn't said anything to me."

"I've wracked my brain trying to figure out what I did or said and I got nothing."

"You'd have to ask him." Steve persists.

"That would require him staying in the same room with me for more than 10 seconds. Nevermind." You say and head towards the elevator. Wanda is going that direction, too. "Hey Wanda. Do you think you could help me with my hair for tomorrow night?"

"Of course!" Wanda says and you two head off to her room to talk.

Later that afternoon you had finished training and decided to head to the kitchen for a snack. You met up with Clint heading the same direction. You pulled out some fruit and cheese to slice and water from the fridge and were happily munching when Steve and Bucky came in looking for an afternoon snack as well. You and Clint were chattering and somehow you got on the stupid games you played as a kid.

"Do you remember Around the World in 80 days? You know the song that you rubbed in someone's back to make them get a chill?" He asked.

"Never heard of it." You say.

"Really?" Clint says. He turns to the other guys. "Steve? Bucky?"

"Can't say that I have, Clint." Steve says and Bucky shrugs.

"Do it to me!" You say. "Give a girl the chills, Clint."

You're laughing a little as Clint starts.

"Around the world in 80 days." He draws circles in your back. "X marks the spot. Comma, comma, comma, question mark." He continues drawing on your back. "Stab a lady in the back, watch the blood run down."

"Really?" You hear Steve say.

Clint continues, "Cool breeze." You feel Clint blow on the back of your neck and the world turned sideways on you. In the next moment, Clint says something murky and that's when you felt the hand squeezing the back of your neck. Your eyes dilate and breath leaves. Before anyone realizes what's happening you react, grabbing the knife you had used on the cheese, you have Clint in an arm lock and the knife is pressed to his throat. Somewhere beyond you there are voices but you can't make anything out. Breathing shakily you stare into Clint with body tensed. A droplet of blood is sliding down his throat where the point of the knife has nicked him.

Carefully Clint says your name. He says it again and calmly asks you to let up. Out of the corner of your eye you make out Steve and things begin to come back into focus. Steve is looking at you with concern. His mouth is moving and he is holding his hands up in an attempt to appear non threatening. Clint says your name again and the world starts to come back into focus. When you realize what you've done you slowly take the knife away from Clint's neck and drop it on the counter.

"I'm so sorry." You whisper.

"It's okay." Clint says. "I don't know what I did but I did something to trigger you." He puts a hand to his neck and Steve goes to him to check it.

You start shaking uncontrollably and begin to back away. "I'm so sorry." You whisper again. You continue to back up until you feel someone touch your arm. Looking over you see Bucky.

"Lemme take you to your room, Doll. You need to rest." He says.

"I'm fine. I'll go." You say.

"Let Bucky help you, (Y/N). Clint will be fine. Just needs a bandaid."

"No, I'm fine. I'm fine." But when you take a step your knees buckle. Bucky was right there to grab you. Holding you up he takes you to your room and sits you on your bed. Kneeling down in front of you he tries to get you to focus on him. "Hey Doll. Come back. You're okay."

You're still having trouble focusing. Everything is in a jumble. "Doll, Doll, listen to me. Focus on me. What are five things you can see?"

"What? You say.

"Tell me five things you can see."

You're confused by the question but you start to answer, "You."

"Good. Four more things." Bucky says.

"The door, my bookshelf."

"Good. Two more, Doll."

"The painting, the floor."

"Okay. What are four things you can touch?"

"The bedspread?" You ask, rubbing the comforter under you. Things were coming more into focus.

"What else?"

"My leggings. My shirt."

"Good. One more."

You reach your hands out to his face, "Your stubble."

You feel a slight rumble from him as if he's chuckling. "Good, Doll. What are three things you can hear?"

"Your voice, my voice, Wanda's playing music in her room."

"Two things you can smell."

You take in a deep breath. "My lotion. Your cologne."

"Last question, what's one thing you can taste?"

"Fear." You whisper.

"Yeah." Bucky looks in your eyes. "You back with me?"

"Yeah." You put your head in your hands. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Doll. We all got shit in our past that makes us a little crazy. Want to talk about what happened? Can you remember?"

"Clint and I were talking. He was doing that around the world thing on my back and...and...he grabbed the back of my neck, didn't he?"

"Yeah."

"Shit." You rub your face. "I'm so sorry." You say again. "I just...I didn't think...I didn't know...I, I…"

"Come back, Doll. Look at me."

You focused on Bucky's face. Looking into his blue eyes. You don't think you'd really noticed how blue they were before. "So, touching the back of your neck is a trigger for you?"

"Yeah."

"Care to tell me why?"

"My stepdad used to hold me down by the back of my neck when...when he…nevermind. I just don't like the back of my neck touched."

Bucky's face took on such a sad look that you couldn't stand it. "Don't look at me like that." You said. "I'm fine. I'm fine." You repeated.

"What can I do for you, Doll? Do you need a drink?"

You just shake your head not looking at him.

"What can I do?" Bucky repeated. Finally, you looked up at him. The caring in his eyes broke down your restraint and you reached for him. Wrapping your arms around his neck. He seemed shocked for a moment but then his arms went around you. He sat back and crossed his legs, pulling you into his lap. You curled into him. He could feel you shaking still. He held you. Your face nestled in his neck, he stroked your hair and occasionally rocked you back and forth. You weren't sure how long you stayed like that. It was the first time in a very long time you felt safe. Sheltered.

Finally, you lifted your head and suddenly felt embarrassed for the vulnerability you had shown. Extricating yourself from Bucky, you scrambled to your feet. "Sorry. I, I'm, I don't know why I did that. I'm sorry. I..I'm sorry." You stutter.

Bucky gets to his feet and chuckles. "It's okay, Doll. You feel okay? You need anything else?"

"No, I'm okay. I'm good. Uh, thanks. I'm gonna go."

"It's your room, Doll. I'll go."

"Right. Okay." You watch as he walks to the door. He pauses before leaving.

"We've all been there. It happens. Clint's a good guy. He won't hold it against you."

"Thanks, Bucky." You say as he heads out the door.

You feel absolutely drained but feel the need to find Clint and apologize. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., Where's Clint?"

"Agent Barton is in the common room."

You find Clint sitting in the room flipping through tv channels with Steve and Sam. He looks up at you and smiles. "You okay, (Y/N)?"

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry." You ask.

"Yeah! I actually got the remote away from Sam!" He chirps.

You laugh lightly.

"We've all been there. No harm, no foul." Clint says kindly.

You lick your lips and nod. "Thanks."

"Wanna watch something?" Clint offers.

"I'm good. Thanks. Think I'm gonna turn in early."

"Night, (Y/N)." Clint says.

"Night, guys." You say as Sam waves and Steve echoes your good night.

Sleep claimed you quickly that night. A blessed release from your normal torment.

Part 3

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bumbershots · 3 years

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A CERTAIN ROMANCE

CHAPTER FOUR: SILENCE COMES AND GOES

Author’s note: Hello! We continue with this, I would like to thank everyone once again for all the likes and reblogs the story has gotten so far, couldn’t be happier! Enjoy (:

Story masterlist ** Word count: 2.9K **

It is possible that Harry is ignoring the big elephant in the room, as he spreads some jam in his crumpet, well aware of Fernando and Jack exchanging knowing looks. He takes a bite of the savoury treat and hopes none of them dare to confront him, at the same time he wants to be questioned about why he hasn't called Alma yet.

Harry spent the last two weeks grumpy and frustrated.

He's called his therapist way too many times. He has no idea where he went wrong in his healing process. They were back to square one, whispered his tired heart.

Jack is surprised too, his friend got on so well with Alma at the party and apparently even went the extra mile asking for her number then he spent the following fourteen days acting as if she didn’t exist. Didn't even text her like Gemma suggested. He sips his coffee and sighs for the millionth time that day.

The musician is infuriated at himself and desperate that he wants to have Fernando demand an explanation for his behaviour towards his sister. Harry's not a confrontational guy, but he's going mad. Might be losing it. He wanted to scream at the two men before him that he did plan on calling Alma, but then he got so sad. Now he's afraid it's too late.

"Do you want another one?" Fernando holds the plate with crumpets in front of Harry who takes one more and thanks him before grabbing the jam. "Do you reckon you'll be man enough to call my sister within the next couple of days?" Harry chokes on his food while Jack's laughter booms through their home.

Nobody has ever called him out like that. Harry's still unsure whether to be grateful or scared. Maybe a bit of both he thinks after composing himself again from the fit of coughs, he knows Fernando is still waiting for an answer.

"Is she upset about it?" A hint of relief and pride linger on Harry's voice. Jack shakes his head, knowing that he's avoiding the question. Something he's very good at.

"That's not what I asked." Fernando's clipped tone leaves no room for the musician to beat around the bush anymore.

"I was really nervous about calling her, kept putting it off until days turned into weeks... I'm not sure how to go about it," he plays with his rings and looks away from the inquisitive gaze of his companions.

"How did you get Taylor to go out with you?"

"What?" Harry and Jack ask at the same time.

"You must've asked her I guess," Fernando shrugs. "What is so scary about Alma that puts you off? Are you interested in just a shag and you're worried she'll decline or tell the media about it?" Harry is shaking his head vigorously and the dark haired architect leans a bit closer towards him, "you're so full of sh-”

"Alright let's take a break," Jack's soothing tone brings his house mate back from the rage path he was following. But Harry knew that he was right.

It had been a year already, he moved to a new house, one where his ex never set foot into and still her ghost was everywhere. He has this crazy need to destroy everything that can relate to her. Her favourite cardigan is kept away in a box full of Polaroids and books that are all her.

The real reason why he didn't dare to call Alma is because whatever he felt at the beginning of his previous relationship, or any other one, was at least ten times less intense, than what he was feeling now. Seeing the menace before them, his heart and mind decided to leave him courage-less towards the situation. It's less painful to think what could've been than to know it and see it being taken away from you. Again.

But he deserves to be happy, that's what Gemma reminded him the other day.

"I gotta go," Fernando announces before rising from his seat, walking inside the house and upstairs to his room. Jack tries to tidy up the table a bit, not daring to look at his apparently mute friend. When Fernando comes back down he steps outside to the patio where they had brunch, one last glance to a very ashamed Harry and he sighs. "Brigit's Bakery Classic Afternoon Tea Bus. Alma’s been dying to get tickets but never has the time to actually book it," he explains adjusting his jacket's collar. "It's not too late." With that he turns on his heel and leaves the house.

Harry takes their mugs and places them in the sink, he notices Jack is going around the kitchen putting away the butter and milk in the fridge.

"What are you waiting for Romeo?" The blue eyed man asks, stopping in front of a blushing Harry.

They're both quiet for a minute. Harry's heart is racing and can feel his hands get clammy. He hasn't felt someone's faith in a long time, and he's not sure if he's happy or pressured that Fernando and Jack are pushing him to call Alma, he doesn’t even know if she will give him a chance. Harry's wishing to be the kind of guy to take out his mobile and make the call, maybe even crack a witty joke that will have Alma laughing in that loud way he remembers and not be awkward with asking her out on a date. As if he wasn't completely mortified by being rejected.

Harry was sure he would ruin it, not just the call but the date and everything else that was actually going to happen between them without even trying first.

"Hello?" She answers after the third ring, confused at the unknown number calling her.

"Yeah it's me," Harry nods to Jack who urges him to finish whatever sentence he's trying to form, "I believe I owe you some coffee."

"Harry?" Alma tries to fight back a laugh. A wide smile splitting her face after recognising who is the mystery caller.

"Yes! Sorry I forgot you didn't have my number." Jack is red with second hand embarrassment for his friend and decides to start the dishwasher just to keep his eyes from the train wreck happening in his kitchen. "I'm sorry for not calling sooner."

"You're calling now, 's all that matters... I'd love to get that coffee. Next Thursday works for you?" He nods feverishly and remembers he's on the phone.

"Of course, I'll pick you up at five if that's alright."

"Make it half past five please, that's when my shift ends. I'll text you the address." She throws the latter smoothly as an excuse to initiate conversation until they meet again and Harry is oblivious about it.

"Sure great, perfect I'm... really looking forward to seeing you," he plays with the tea towel on the counter, his back turned to Jack, a million butterflies fluttering in his stomach when he hears the coy chuckle his confession got out of her. "Have a good day, see you later."

"See you later, Harry" Alma's goodbye is full of hope and endearment, just like the one he got before she walked away from him that morning after Freddie’s birthday party.

After ending the call, he mentally scolds himself for dreading it so much. It went so much better than expected, even got a laugh out of her. Perhaps Harry needed to stop making decisions based upon his fears and more taking in consideration the other person. He always thought he knew best, it's what he's been told for so many years and although he needs to be making big choices most of the time, perhaps now he could share that responsibility. Felt dead nice for a change.

"That wasn't so bad." He admits to Jack before drying the now clean dishes with a towel.

"I'm proud of you, now tell me, where are you guys going for that coffee?" Jack's eyes are full of curiosity and excitement, it's impossible for Harry not to feel a chill go down his spine at the prospect of planning the date. He thinks about what Fernando suggested, but it would be too obvious that it wasn't his idea entirely.

Alma deserves something exclusively planned by him.

"Don't know yet, perhaps somewhere nice and quiet" he ponders and his friend agrees.

Last time Harry had a proper first date was about two years ago or so. He cooked aubergine parmigiana following Jamie Oliver's recipe and baked some biscuits for dessert that he enjoyed with his companion overlooking the Pacific Ocean from his home's balcony. Back then it seemed to be the right choice to keep it low-key, a simple dinner at his, no risk at all to be bothered or watched. But Harry knew that at some point it got old, being overly discreet was easily mistaken for being ashamed of the relationship. That kind of thing can do a lot to someone's confidence, little by little until it's all too much to bear.

If he could only learn not to care about the world's prying eyes.

Harry doesn't want to drag anyone into the scrutiny of the media until he knows it's an incorruptible bond. The inevitable thought of forever, something he believes might not exist for him, at times. He did think Taylor was it, even Kendall for a while, which is why he dated more publicly back then, until she came along and the love Harry felt was so grand it made him overly protective of them. Countless times he tried to explain that this was the first time something was working in spite of all the circumstances that came with his life and he was trying to cherish it, keep it to himself. Nurture it until it was as tough as old boots.

That night was spent writing down ideas for that first date. Number one was The river café, near Putney Bridge, a place free of paparazzi. Number two, Rail house café, lovely spot to share dinner. Number three The sanctuary café, located in a beautiful building with a quirky environment. Number four and his personal favourite Lola's bakery, their service was so warm and intimate, he remembers the cinnamon Chelsea bun and his mouth waters instantly. So, drawing a big circle around the fourth option he smiles before going to bed that night.

Saturday morning finds Harry at his grandparents’ old home, carrying a bag full of ingredients for a vegetarian lasagna he is planning to cook for his grandfather and his mum. He immediately banishes Anne from helping in the kitchen. She observed him follow the recipe, cooking for no longer than ten minutes the garlic, thyme and aubergine, and then crumble over the chilli carefully. He lets her grate the Parmesan when the sauce isn’t thickening and reducing like it was supposed to. With a bump of her hip, she nodded towards a couple of tomatoes, Harry smiled before tipping them in, breaking them with a spoon and five minutes later, the sauce was ready.

His mother is a marvellous woman, like the good son he is, Harry doesn't want to make her sad, ever. The last time he visited her, recently broken hearted, they spent it baking, cooking, eating sweets and drinking hot chocolate at the rear terrace. Once he had enough of moping around, he decided to make it up to her and create good memories from that visit. They explored the local parklands as if it was the first time, shared ice cream, got tipsy on cheap red wine and chatted from dusk till dawn.

A few hours later, after eating the delicious meal and tidying up the kitchen afterwards, Harry watches his mum talking to his grandad, holding his shaky hand in hers and caressing it in a soothing way. The elder man’s Parkinson is getting worse with time, he feels so useless, specially because it affects his favourite people. He wants to know what his mother is thinking when she joins him back in the kitchen. There is some anguish dancing in her kind eyes, but Harry knows better than to push her to share something she is not ready to.

"I have a date next Thursday," he chokes out, in hopes of distracting her, and it works. Anne's head whips towards her youngest child, evidently shocked and yet proud. It's been years since Harry shared that kind of information with her.

"A proper date?"

"Yes," he wants to add how nervous it makes him. "I dunno how serious it'll get... just met her once, properly I mean, we saw each other on the tube's carriage three times prior to it. Coincidentally of course, Gem said it is something straight out of a film."

"Who is she?" His mother is giving him that look, the one that says how giddy she is to know absolutely everything about the person that got her son so skittish, that he started to rearrange the containing of the cupboards entirely.

"Her name is Alma," he doesn't know where to start, if he spills all the ways in which he thinks she is wonderful, they'll end up pulling an all-nighter.

"And she's a...?"

"Cashier during the week, Spanish teacher on the weekends and occasional interviewer for her Youtube channel." Anne raises her eyebrows, impressed and wondering why such a busy girl agreed to go on a date. Must like him a lot of course, she thinks watching her son pour hot water on a mug, and dunking a tea bag in it afterwards.

"Where did you meet her if not on the tube?'' She is curious and weary. This wouldn't be the first time her youngest spawn overlooked certain things from strangers. Very little things in Harry's life were coincidences nowadays.

"Remember Jack Robinson?" his mum nodded, how could she forget the cheeky chap that helped Harry escape almost every night from his dad's house in the summer, just to go skate in Southbank's center until midnight. Anne admitted to not liking the bloke for a while, but gave him another chance after watching him grow into a responsible adult. "He's in charge of my home renovation, extension whatever it is called. Invited me to Freddie's birthday party and she was there." The dreamy look on his eyes when reminiscing the moment brought out a wide smile on his mum's face followed by her loud laughter.

"Oh Harry, you've got that look." it was the truth. He looked completely gobsmacked by his mother's reaction, but he couldn’t deny the peace he felt when knowing that she was already fond of the girl that he couldn’t get out of his mind.

"It’s too soon to tell!” He doesn’t want to dive into it, not yet.

"How did you really meet? I want all the details." Anne asked, taking a seat at the coffee table and Harry told her everything.

From the first glance he stole her way to the last phone call he had yesterday at Jack and Fernando's house, his hands flew several times to tussle his hair and the dimple on his left cheek was exquisite, when telling his mother, how she asked him to dance with her. He spared no detail, from her intoxicating Moschino perfume to her raspy accented voice. By the time he finished, his mum's mug was empty but her heart was full. For so long she wondered if she would ever witness the beauty of Harry in love again and enjoy first-hand the way he spoke about that person in the sweetest manner, the high-pitched tone of his voice when finally admitting how nervous he actually was about this first date.

"Right, well in that case, stop thinking about how everything is going to go wrong." Easier said than done, Harry thinks but nods. "I'm sure whatever you planned will sweep her off her feet." Anne knew how much of a romantic her boy was, he went all out in that department. His best quality and Achilles heel.

"If the cupcakes from that place don't... I could literally do it." Harry plucks a banana from the fruit bowl before them and narrows his eyes when his mum rolls her eyes at him playfully.

His mother's reassurance made him feel less hopeless, the next day when they went to Sheffield's city center, she even picked out a couple of new mugs. 'Just in case we have new visitors at home.' Harry groaned but failed to hide the dreamy look in his eyes, he even crossed his fingers behind his back as he watched her pay for the cups. The thought of Alma meeting his mother in the near future —and the rest of his loved ones— excited him to an unfamiliar degree, like the first time he saw the seaside with his own eyes at a very young age, like that time he sang in front of a considerable amount of people, like a warm hug of his late grandmother. The idea that she may like him enough to agree to a second date is stuck on his brain, despite that they haven't even survived the first one.

Anne saw him enjoy himself the rest of that afternoon and the next morning before he had to go back to London. She sighed and watched him drive away, standing in her front door for a few more minutes, rejoicing on the memory of Harry's toothy grin. Usually she was careful and waiting for the other shoe to drop, but not this time. There was a bit of certainty in the unfamiliar situation, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, she decided to patiently wait and see. She hummed a familiar tune while putting away the new additions to her crockery. The same song her son decided to play on his journey back home.

Qué será, será. Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Qué será, será.

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I love my scarf so much. I did not actually wear it outside at the house. I wear a jacket. But I've had that scarf on pretty much all day. It is the best scarf even if it sheds a lot.

Today was a good day I did not accomplish everything I wanted to accomplish but I did a lot. I slept really well last night. Had very bizarre dreams. But I got up and felt good. I woke up and had biscuits for breakfast. Got dressed and walk to the grocery store. I brought my grandma card and bought lots of food for the week. I am trying to eat at home more this week. Especially since my hours are very weird. I wandered around for a bit and then went home. I am packed everything and then I had it over to Eddie's to get a couple things I can't get at streets Market. I biked over to Eddie's though and was only there for a couple minutes. I still need to get milk and I'll probably have to get eggs at some point but for now it's fine. I used my heart boiled egg cooker to while I was gone and didn't check the eggs but I'm assuming they're okay. I'm very excited about my hard-boiled egg maker though and I really hope that I can figure out the best time frame to leave them in there to cook.

Once I got everything unpacked I made lunch. I rested for a little while and made some plans. And then I headed out to go catch the bus. I left a little bit earlier than I really need to because I wanted to get the earlier bus just in case. I think I am going to be able to get away with getting the 12:30 bus. But just so that I get used to when I'm getting off going 20 minutes early. It's nice that that bus runs so often though.

It was nice and sunny out. There's a chill in the air but I was never uncomfortable or anything. In either direction. Hot or cold. I had a nice talk with an old man at the bus stop. And then the bus came. And it was a nice ride. It's like a 25-minute ride and it's very comfortable. I got up to Wildwood and like I said I was like a half an hour early. So I walked around the neighborhood.

The neighborhood very much reminds me of Mayfair in Philadelphia. It's mostly row houses with little front yards. Lot of Old Stone. In the direct neighborhood it's all houses in churches. There's not even a corner store. I think maybe at some point I'll try to wander out a little bit farther and see if there's somewhere to eat. Now that I really plan on it but just in case something happens and I have to get something close by.

When I got there Fitsum was already there and said that Tiffany wasn't in yet. So we sat in the waiting room and talked. We accidentally both were wearing the same outfit. Well not exactly. We're both wearing brown jackets and are in shirts. And I made us laugh. It seems like we are going to be together but it's still unclear at this point. I hope we do though because he's a sweetheart. Tiffany came and found us because it turned out she was there. But it was no big deal. We went back to your office and did a bunch of paperwork. Went through how are lesson plan is going to work. And I feel so excited about it. I was pretty nervous at first but now that all my questions are answered I'm like excited. And I have so many ideas. I've written 8 months of vague themes and topics in my tablet. I think I'm just going to keep everything on my Google Drive since now I paid for it for the year anyway. I was considering getting a Chromebook since I'm going to have to be doing a lot of writing. But instead since my tablet doesn't work very well I just decided to buy a Bluetooth keyboard for it. So that should be here on Thursday. And then I can actually do my lesson plans for real. I feel very excited.

We just did a lot of going through packets and making sure all of our paperwork was good and it was just nice to be able to honestly answer questions and not have to feel silly for wanting clarity. I got my direct deposit setup and we have to take 15 hours of professional development courses over the school year. And so she help me setup my account for that. And I was able to get into the CPR first aid training class on Friday morning. So I get my first three hours of PD in and I'm excited to have that certificate my record. Even though it was a little bit of a hassle trying to figure out how to make an account for some reason. They make it like all secret like.

After we finished all of her paperwork and spent a lot of time discussing how things go. We did another walk around the building. This time we actually got to meet the other teachers that we may be working with or will be the team with the 5th graders. They were both really nice and I would be equally as excited to work with them. I think it might be nice though to have a blank slate with the new class with fitsum and there won't be a weird power Dynamic there. Of having a current teacher and a new teacher. But regardless the students were there too. They were all so sweet. They liked my jacket and they asked me if I could teach him how to sew and they asked me about other different projects that they were interested in doing. And it was just so cool they were so engaged and so sweet. I'm really excited to get to work with them. There was a couple big personalities but in the best ways. I'm very excited for this opportunity. I really think that this is going to be the exact thing I've been looking for. The rest of my jobs and lives are going to have to sort themselves out. Maybe I'll slow down my work at the BMI and take my mornings for myself. Or maybe I won't and maybe I'll still do exactly what I'm doing now. I just don't want to burn out. I want to really enjoy being able to teach and museums and do all the things that I do. But today really made me excited for going forward.

Fitsum was nice enough to give me a ride again. I'm going to have to figure out a way to tell him I will give him money. Because him giving me a ride back is saving me like $16 every time. It's like even if I throw him like 20 bucks a week or something. It would be worth it to me. You also just lose them walking into my apartment though so I think he just it is being kind and just giving you rides. But I don't want to take advantage he's so nice. I really just hope that we become friends too cuz I think he's a really cool guy. He was telling me some about working in Ethiopia and the culture there. And I'm curious to learn more.

Once I got home I have kind of a going back and forth doing things all night. I watched the new Shane Dawson documentary series. And I ate snacks. I've been eating snacks all night. I work in my studio for a while. I played with the new Furbys. They both had some corrosion inside of them from their batteries leaking so I had to clean that up with vinegar. But they're both working just fine and they were chatting with each other. They do make that high-pitched screeching sound that I read about. So I may take them apart and disconnect the wires. Honestly I might disconnect all of their speaking wires because I'm not super a fan of their voices. But I still think they're very cute. I like the way that they move they're very active. So I think painting with them is going to be really interesting.

I talked to James for a little while he's at his apartment having a D&D night. I think I just have too much social anxiety to participate. I told him I would be a guest are at some point but I just don't know if I could play with them and feel comfortable enough to do it. But we'll see I don't know. I like doing it one on one with James that one time though I hope we can do that again cuz I did enjoy that.

I did fall down the stairs. I hurt my hand a little bit but I'm okay. I mostly just scared me. I took a shower and wash my hair. And it's just chilling at my apartment and I'm wearing Chenille socks and leggings and I feel very cozy. I think I'm going to switch my stuff for work into my new work tote bag. That I have gotten from my causebox. It's such a pretty bag and I think it's going to be perfect for carrying all my papers and things. And it stands so I feel like if it gets paint on it and stuff it'll be cool. I think now though I'm going to start winding down for bed. I have to wake up early tomorrow and try to get some more done. And then I have to go over to Northern Parkway to get my fingerprints done for the city to get an ID and a background check. And then I have to go to Wildwood at 12:30 for staff meeting. I'm very excited for that I think it's going to be very fun. I'm excited too more formally meet everyone. So I hope it's just another really nice day. I hope you guys all have a great night and sleep well. Be safe out there. Be kind

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Hi again :P could u do some first date h/cs for the boys? They're all so cute >w

Hello hello, my dearest!

I have this really bad tendency to let my headcanons get away from me, turning them into full on drabbles or oneshots rather than just some basic headcanons… So I’m going to give it a shot just doing the normal “headcanon” format and see what happens :D

...This still turned out hella long omg

Noctis -

- Noctis is a mess.- He’s never actually been out on a date, much less a date with a girl he’s liked since middle school- Ends up asking Prompto how one actually dates a girl- With Prompto’s advice, he takes you through the streets of Insomnia- You start at a nice dinner. No wine since you guys are still a bit too young, but he makes sure it’s got the fancy bread and the candlelight atmosphere- Stutters and stumbles over his words a bit during dinner, thankful there is bread to shove in his face- After dinner, he takes you on a walk through the city streets, and eventually to the park- He leads you to his favorite fishing spot. It’s too late to fish, but you two sit at the edge of the pond and talk- Noctis feels much more relaxed now what it’s the two of you.- You talk for hours, not even noticing the time go by- The sun starts to rise and you two quickly scramble to head back into city proper- Noctis accompanies you to your house- While he’s ready to go inside and explain to your family, you tell him not to worry, that they’re likely sleeping- He awkwardly stands at your side, waiting for you to head inside.- You roll your eyes and lean up to gently kiss his cheek, letting him know you had a great time.- Noctis is too much of a nervous mess to give you a proper kiss… this time. But he’ll learn for next time- He leaves with a big grin on his face.

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Prompto -- Prompto is ecstatic at the idea of getting to take you out on a date- He picks very specific dates, like right in the middle of a Thursday afternoon.- He brings you to an amusement park, letting you know Thursday afternoons are the times when the park sees the least amount of people, which means ride ALL the rides ALL the time!- You guys literally ride the same roller coaster, like…. easily 50 times. - Prompto nearly buys every single picture from the end of rides. You have to eventually convince him to limit it to one per ride.- After riding nearly every ride at least once, he drags you through the park’s game area.- Spots all the two player games in the arcade area. Uses all his quarters.- Sees a shooting game with the grand prize of a 3-foot tall fat baby Chocobo.- HE NEEDS THIS FAT BABY CHOCOBO IN HIS LIFE- He earns a perfect score- Happily hugs the fat baby chocobo as you guys walk to another game- Spots a Moogle plush the same size as his fat baby chocobo.- Plays and wins that game too and gives you the Moogle.- “Now our children can have play dates!” he jokes- As the sun sets, he hurriedly pulls you along- Brings you to the ferris wheel and hurries you into a cart.- Sits fat baby chocobo and Moogle across from you.- When your cart reaches the very top and sits there for a bit, that’s when the fireworks show starts.- Once the finale starts, Prompto reaches to gently take your hand and looks at you.- “I’ve had the best time of my life with you here,” he says with a goofy little smile- You can’t help but kiss him, which turns into a little makeout session as the ferris wheel begins its descent- Prompto walks beside you, one arm holding fat baby chocobo and the other holding your hand- Walks you home and kisses you at the door before telling you to be ready for another adventure on Saturday at 10:00 AM sharp.

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Gladio - - Gladio’s a bit nervous about his first date with you- He tries to take Iggy’s advice of taking you to a nice restaurant- You can tell he’s clearly not digging the vibe- You keep pretending you can’t figure out what you want every time the waiter comes by- You finally sigh and drop your menu. “There’s nothing good here.”- He laughs, agreeing.- “You know, I heard there’s this amazing ramen cart around the corner…”- Gladio immediately grabs your hand and drags you out of the restaurant.- You two sit together on a bench, happily slurping away at the best noodles in town- “This is way better than some ol’ snooty restaurant,” you say- He laughs, agreeing again- Once you finish your cup noodles, you two start down the street- He’s way too nervous to try to hold your hand, but he playfully offers you his arm and you happily accept, taking his arm with both hands.- You two walk for a while until coming up in the movie theatre.- “Movie sounds fun” you both agree- New fighting movie that Gladio has been dying to see is out, but so is one of the year’s most popular chick flicks.- “You choose, hun,” he encourages (though he’s dying inside)- You pick the fighting movie- He nearly drops down on one knee in front of you- You two go inside and get settled in.- You spend most of the movie criticizing the fight scenes together, Gladio happily impressed that you know your stuff- Your criticism somehow starts to move into suggestive innuendos that move into straight up flirting.- No longer interested in the movie, you lean over to whisper in his ear, “You know… we could probably makeout the entire rest of this movie and still know what’s happening when we get to the end.”- You don’t have to tell him twice.- Gladio’s a great kisser. Surprisingly soft lips. Powerful jaw. And oh god, that tongue.- You two walk out of the movie glowing.- You hold onto his arm as he walks you back across town to your home.- Gladio starts to lean in for a simple kiss, trying to be somewhat of a gentleman, but you’ll have none of that- You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in deeper.- You end up pressed against the wall next to your door, wrists pinned against the wall next to your head, a knee pressed between your legs- “Maybe if you impress me next time, I’ll invite you in,” you tease suggestively- “Plan on it, sweetheart,” he says, voice low and rough.

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Ignis -- Ignis prefers the intimate setting of his apartment- He has most of the lights dimmed, and even a few scented candles lit in strategic places to provide excellent lighting along with an alluring smell- He requests that you both dress up nice. He, himself, is dressed in a dress shirt, a pair of slacks, and some matching suspenders, his hair combed perfectly in place.- When you arrive, he hangs up your jacket and motions for you to take a seat at the counter across from where he’s working- He’s been prepping this dinner all day and now all that’s left is just to get it put in the oven.- While you wait for it to cook, he leans against the counter and starts asking about you- Asking about your day, your week, your hobbies, your passions, favorite color, favorite place in Insomnia, etc. He doesn’t offer anything in return unless asked since he wants to make sure he is focusing on you and committing your answers to memory to be used at a later date.- His eyes are constantly on you, watching you. He only ever glances away to check the timer on the oven before his full attention is back on you.- When the food is ready, he pulls it out of the oven and serves it on two plates- He pulls out a bottle of wine he’d been saving for basically forever- You two enjoy a nice romantic dinner at his dining room table. Table has candles and place mats and everything- He continues to ask you about yourself while the two of you enjoy dinner.- Once dinner is complete, he urges you to go to the living room and pick from one of the movies he left on the coffee table while he does dishes- You insist on helping with dishes instead, which he can’t argue with- You two work together on the dishes and, at one point, he reaches up to gently tap your nose with a soapy hand.- You let out a fake-offended gasp and reach out to smear some soap on his cheek- Soap wars- Soap war soon turns into your lower back being pressed against the counter while his hands rest on either side of the counter to trap you between him and the counter- You use this opportunity to grab his face with wet, soapy hands and pull him down into a heated kiss- Heated kiss eventually leads to you sitting on the counter with your legs wrapped around his waist.- You don’t take it any further than this before he chuckles and wipes some soap off your cheek with his thumb- Your clothes are wet and cold now from the soap wars- Ignis lets you borrow a t-shirt and pants to wear and changes in his bedroom while you change in the bathroom- Wearing now comfy clothing, you two head into the living room to cuddle on the couch and watch every movie that Ignis set out on the coffee table until you fall asleep.- You leave the next morning with promises that you’ll cook for him next time.- He definitely looks forward to it.

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existentialstatesofmind · 7 years

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Weekend Fun

Clare: smiled innocently. "I've played with change and real bills before but that's kind of risky. If I lose, I have to explain where my money went to and why I have nothing to show for it. If I win, I have to hurry up and spend the money, and hide whatever I buy. Gambling's a sin you know." She giggled because of course she didn't really believe that. Clare just stared at them when they said their mom had played with them before and ended up in her bra. In a way she thought her life would be so much easier if she had a cool mom. Or dad. Eli had both. But most of her friends' parents were as strict as hers or worse. Then again, it would be really gross to play strip poker with your mom! "Oh. I didn't think about Emi being in the pool because Dakota told me she's afraid of the water." Clare explained smiling sheepishly. "Nothing dangerous, got it. I just don't want to ruin anyone's fun or cause problems." She thought it was cute how Stacy was part of their family, she could understand that since Stacy had been dating Dallas a long time already. But it was all the more reason why she didn't want Stacy to think she was getting special treatment. Clare was quiet while Dakota and his family took turns talking to their grandfather on the phone. She couldn't help laughing when Emi said she wanted a pony though she covered her mouth to muffle the sound. She was a little confused by all the talk of sperm donors and arranged marriages. Then Clare realized 'the sperm donor' was Dakota's father. She couldn't blame him for thinking that way from what he'd told her. "I have friends whose parents cultural and religious beliefs include arranged marriages, I think it's awful." Clare said quietly. "So you're lucky he's going to let you take over the company without one." Dakota seemed happy his future was secure and she knew it was important because of Emi. Once her jacket was on, Clare smiled at Dakota as he described Monica's bag and his grandpa's company. "No way! That was all you? The waiting list to buy one is full! I've heard a lot of kids at school complaining about it and who could blame them, the design is really something." She gushed. Clare nodded and grinned when Dakota kissed her cheek. "I hope you like designing." She had just sat down in the SUV and started to fasten her seat belt when Dakota's mom said they had to order something that cost at least $10. Her parents had taught her to respect all adults and follow their rules. Clare bit her lip as Stacy and Dakota described the chores they'd had to do as punishment. If she got in trouble, she would do as she was told. Clare knew Stacy was right though. Doing the dishes or cooking, or laundry for the Anderson family wouldn't be the same as when she did it at home. "Yes Ma'am. I'll order something moderately priced." She gulped and automatically reached up to clutch her cross necklace when Dakota's mom said she would have to sleep in his room if she didn't. "You don't own any pajamas? What do you wear instead?" Clare squeaked glancing over at Dakota. He shared a room with Emi so at least he didn't sleep naked. Clare gasped when she was told Emi would be sleeping in Kelly's room and she'd have to share a bed with Dakota. Her face turned red. She was not comfortable with this at all. It would ruin their friendship. If her parents found out, they'd assume the worst and really punish her. Clare wouldn't be disrespectful though. When they reached the restaurant, she got out of the SUV along with everyone else. There was a short wait time and then a waiter lead them to a couple of tables they'd pushed together for their 'party'. Once she was seated, Clare picked up a menu and began scanning it. There weren't any prices listed! She shot Dakota a horrified look. "How're we supposed to know what to get?" She hissed. Well salads and soup were out, they were too cheap. Clare didn't want to order something expensive like steak or lobster either. The waiter took their drink orders and left. When he came back and it was her turn to order, Clare asked for an appetizer, the Bloomin' Onion, and Coconut Shrimp. Clare silently prayed that would be enough but not too much. She normally wouldn't have ordered two things but she was scared the shrimp might be under $10. It was probably going to be way too much food for just her but hopefully they were allowed to share?

Kota: nodded at Clare. "I know the feeling. If we were to gamble and lose we'd be ok we can say we spent it all on food. We'd get in trouble, but not as much for winning. "Oh, life preserver. She doesn't mind if she's in a life preserver, but she needs to know how to swim and can't wear one in a kiddie pool or she'll be made fun of." he explained. He listened as Clare spoke about his family and smiled at her. "I am lucky. I get that grandpa doesn't want me to marry a girl who's just in it for money and since I'll have my name everywhere when I take over, it'll attract unwanted attention." he explained. "I probably have to date girls that grandpa picks out for me if I don't have a girlfriend by then. It's not like I'll be a player, he'll set a meeting with a girl and we'll learn about each other, if she doesn't interest me or I don't see a future with her it ends. The girls he picks will be my age and rich. They're parents will be the owner of a company that will benefit from the marriage due to the merging of the companies and besides if I'm to date someone he's picked out I'm getting a prenup." he shrugged. "If I picked her like if we started dating and we'd get engaged, we would ignore the prenup." he shrugged and listened as she mentioned the waiting list. "Yea, we're trying to put them on shelves, but the waiting lists are too long. It seems that once we finish one list we get another with at least 100 names on it. I'm only in charge of MB right now so I have to watch the product and answer calls about it." he sighed and looked at her. "Let me see your phone?" he asked and looked at it as they walked out the door. He took her case off and quickly ran to his room only to grab a case for her. "Here, I finished the design a month ago. This is a beta." he said putting a MB phone case on her phone. "Monica got the bag because I accidentally broke hers.I was helping her and when I lifted it, the strap broke. I had the MB one in my locker and told her I got it as a present. She didn't ask, but when people asked about it she pointed out the logo and the company on it. If anyone asks how you got the phone case just tell them you're beta testing and it'll be coming out in June. The waiting list is also online." he said honestly. "I just sent in a design for a hoodie last week, I'm going to beta test it." he smiled at her. "I'm designing other things mainly when Emi and I draw. I'm in drawing classes with her on Thursdays after school starting next week." he explained as they drove. Once heard Clare ask what he wore to bed, he licked his lips. "Boxers." he, his brother, and Stacy answered in unison. "We all wear boxers to bed. Stacy knows because she had to do laundry one weekend." he pointed out. The minute they got to the restaurant and seated, Kota listened as Clare ordered and licked his lips. "Sweetie, we normally share the appetizers besides, they're not a meal. You need vegetables, a side, and an actual protein such as steak and lobster or one or the other." his mom said and looked at the waiter. "We only want three Bloomin Onions but leave the shrimp." she said. "We can get both?" Kota asked. "Yes, you can get both." Kelly laughed a bit and he shut his menu and leaned over. "Dom got a burger and fries." he whispered. "There are no prices because mom wanted it that way. You can request menus with no prices at some restaurants or go to the really fancy ones that have no prices on any of them." he added, then ordered a steak and lobster with mashed potatoes and broccoli for himself and chicken fingers for Emi along with a Sprite for each of them. "Kota what are you doing with your money from Murder Bunny?" Dallas asked. "Well now that my future's settled, I don't really know. I don't have to save up for college since that's already paid for." he shrugged and looked at Clare.

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