Oneshots

Coffeeshop AU - Ploofy
Noah was walking to the coffee shop in a simple hoodie and jeans, shivering slightly in the chilly fall breeze. He rounded the corner on the lonely street of the shop and that's when he saw her. Rosie. His best friend. His girlfriend. He smiled and strode up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and picking her up.

"Noah!" Rosie squealed, a small giggle escaping her lips. "Put me down!"

"No!" Noah told her defiantly, burying his face in the back of her shirt. "I love you and I'm never letting you escape!"

"I'll let you get extra whipped cream on your latte," Rosie bribed. Noah instantly let her go and stepped back, grinning at her.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Rosie rolled her eyes. "I swear to god, you're so childish."

"But you love me anyways. Right?" Noah asked, glancing down and her and taking her hand in his.

"'Course I do," Rosie told him firmly. "I will love you forever and always." Noah smiled down at her and they walked into the coffee shop, sitting down at a table near the big glass windows. Noah had grabbed a couple of menus from a basket when they walked in and now handed one of them to Rosie. He already knew what he was going to order. Of course, she did too, but Rosie liked to pretend she was going to try something new each time. Rosie set her menu down and Noah waved a waitress over.

"Can we have a pumpkin spice latte, with extra whipped cream, and a chocolate croissant?" He asked, licking his lips at the thought of all that whipped cream.

"Of course," the waitress said, jotting a few things down in her tiny notepad. "Will there be anything else I can get for you?"

"Actually, yes please. We'll also have a vanilla frappe and a chocolate chip blueberry scone."

"Okay, I'll get on that right away," The waitress flashed a smile at them as she walked to the back of the cafe.

Rosie leaned against Noah and he wrapped one arm around her shoulders while lacing his fingers with hers using his other hand. Noah smiled softly to himself and gently kissed Rosie's forehead, feeling like nothing could be better. I love you.

Coffeeshop AU - Sporky
Patrick and Danny were in a coffee shop. Not being chased by monsters, not being pursued by Death Eaters, just sitting in a coffee shop.

"This is weird," Pat murmured, looking at the surroundings. "Just sitting here."

Danny smirked "This is what normal people do in coffee shops."

Pat looked at her weirdly "Why? This is so boring."

"Maybe it depends on who you're with. Would it be less boring if Rosie were here?" Danny teased

Pat blushed "Stop that."

"It is my job, as your sister," Danny said nobly

Pat swatted at Danny's hand. Earlier, they had ordered a coffee for Danny and hot cocoa for Pat. "Thank you," Pat said to the waiter who was handing them their drinks.

The waiter wandered off.

Pat had no idea what to say and the conversation lapsed into a comfortable silence, sipping every so often. Together they looked out the window, watching the sun rise.

College AU - Madre
Danny gazed at her ceiling, thinking of Holden. Just the way he grinned at her, laughed when she made a joke. Or how his eyes sparkled when he teased her. The playful way he looked at her, and his ridiculous flirting. And, admittedly, he was gorgeous. His deceptively broad shoulders and lean muscle, and his freckles——gods, his freckles were just the cutest thing, in her opinion. And they came out most during the summer, when they went to the beach together.

Absentmindedly, she started tapping on the wall she and Holden shared with her cropped nails. Then she froze, realizing what she had just tapped out. The one thing she had bothered to learn in Morse Code. A gentle tapping in return shook her out of her trance and she tilted her head, trying to figure out why it sounded familiar. Her heart dropped as she realized what he was saying.

.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- .-.-.-

Or, as most people knew it, I love you too.

Well. This was certainly a...new development. They hadn’t been officially dating all that long, and they’d certainly never explicitly told each other they loved each other. Of course, they both cared very deeply for each other but to hear it was something else entirely. It filled her with a strange floating feeling, one that reminded her of frosty winter mornings in Holden’s arms, sipping hot chocolate as she read and he played with her hair. And Danny decided she quite liked this feeling. Very much. So she tapped back, telling him the one thing she knew how to say.

I love you.

Baking Gingerbread Houses over Winter Break - Madre
“Holden, you have to put the flour in last!” Danny called, glancing up from where she was preheating the oven.

Holden looked at her confusedly. Gosh, he was cute when he made that face. “You do? Why does the order matter?” Danny shook her head and moved over to him, showing him how you beat the butter, then sugar, then vanilla and other liquids, and lastly the dry ingredients. “I still don’t get why the order matters,” he mumbled as they cut out the shapes.

“It’s like a science experiment,” Danny explained reasonably. “You have to do everything a certain way, or it will blow up in your face.”

Holden tilted his head, then nodded. “I guess that makes sense.”

Danny grinned at him and slid the baking pan into the oven. ”Now we wait.” Fifteen minutes and an intense discussion about frogs hibernating later, the oven dinged. Danny slipped on a glove and took out the gingerbread, setting the pan down on top of the stove. She and Holden hovered over it anxiously, trying to decide if they were cooked properly.

“I think they should go back in, that one looks raw.”

“Yeah, but that one is crisped!”

“But eating a raw one could get you sick!”

“...You eat your gingerbread?!”

“Yes!”

Danny gave him a horrified look. “But it’s, like, weeks old by the time Christmas comes around!”

Holden shrugged and said simply, “It’s basically just sugar, it’s not like it gets moldy or anything.”

Danny decided not to question it and slipped the pan back in the oven. After a few minutes  she took it out again, and, much to Holden’s relief, everything looked cooked through. Danny held her hand out to high-five Holden, but he had other ideas as he lifted her up and twirled her around. Giggling playfully as he set her down, Danny tried to ignore the adorable dusting of flour in his hair, and the smear of molasses on his upper lip. Her arms were resting comfortably around Holden’s neck and he opened his mouth to say something, reminding Danny of how painfully close they were. Danny’s breath hitched and she gazed up at him, her heart thumping unnecessarily loud in her ears. Then someone cleared their throat and she and Holden both jumped, letting go of each other and glancing over to the door. Mason studied them carefully, moving over to stand by Danny and wrap his arm around her waist.

“Hey, babe,” she greeted him, reaching up to peck him on the cheek. “Holden and I were just making the gingerbread.” She tried to calm her racing heart, stealing a look at Holden. Holden was watching the couple quietly, having gotten used to this.

Mason nodded, giving Holden a suspicious look. He wasn’t oblivious to his brothers’ feelings, but he knew if he said anything to Danny she would just brush it off. So he stayed quiet. “Well, Elf is set up, if you’re ready to watch it,” Mason told her, ignoring Holden.

Danny nodded and turned to Holden. “Want to join us?” She offered.

Mason cut in before Holden could respond and said, “Someone has to do the dishes.”

Holden bit his lip as Danny tilted her head and asked, “Are you sure you don’t mind, Swanboy?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Holden assured her, forcing a grin. Then he glanced up at Mason, an unreadable emotion flashing in his eyes. Mason met his gaze coolly and he turned around to start cleaning up. Danny led Mason to the couch, settling in on his lap, and tried to pay attention to the movie. It didn’t work. Was Holden about to kiss me? She wondered. ''Do I wish he did? Am I glad Mason interrupted us? Yes, I am. I have to be. Mason is my boyfriend, for the gods sake. Holden knows that. So why was he going to kiss me—assuming that’s what he was going to do? We’re best friends, nothing more.'' Danny spent the rest of the movie thinking in Mason’s arms and eventually decided that she had read the situation wrong. Completely, totally wrong. Yep.

Unbeknownst to Danny, however, Holden was doing some thinking himself. Fork, I’m screwed, he thought. ''And an idiot. She’s your best friend, Holden! And she’s dating your brother, goddamit! Why were you going to tell her you liked her? Idiot, idiot, idiot.'' Out loud, he sighed and continued washing the dishes. This would be an interesting winter break, to say the least.

Decorating Gingerbread Houses - Madre
Danny studied her house triumphantly. It was neat, well put together, and tastefully decorated with chex mix roof shingles and lifesaver stepping stones. Glancing down the line, she decided it was going to be a close round of Who Made The Best Gingerbread House. Except for the house a few spots down. It was falling apart and its decorator was nowhere to be found. She wondered what he was up to this time, until a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

“If, say, a boyfriend asked his girlfriend to help him assemble his gingerbread house, what are the chances she’d say yes?”

Danny smiled to herself and leaned back against his warm chest as she said, “Very low. The girlfriend would tell him to suck it up since he refused her help earlier.”

“Please, Danny?” Holden begged hopefully.

“Alright,” Danny agreed, moving over to his house and beginning to try to fix it. “Holden, you have to wait for the icing holding the house together to set before you decorate,” she told him.

Holden flushed and mumbled, “Yeah, that would make sense.” Laughing softly, Danny eventually got the gingerbread house to stay up. Then she began frosting the plate for “snow.” Holden went straight to piling up the m&ms on his roof, following no noticeable pattern. Once she finished with the frosting, Danny watched Holden with a small smile. His eager face and childish antics were just so...Holden. And she totally wasn’t noticing the small bit of chocolate in the corner of his mouth. He glanced up at her with those mesmerising eyes and tilted his head. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Danny nodded, blushing. Then, before she could change her mind, she leaned up and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. Pulling away, she mumbled, “Sorry. You just had something there.”

Holden was surprised but he quickly went back to grinning at her and took her hand, giving it a quick squeeze. “I didn’t mind,” he teased, winking playfully at her.

Danny rolled her eyes at him and said, “Oh, shut up.”

With sparkling eyes, Holden pulled her close and lowered his voice to tell her, “Make me.”

Goddam. He was just so...so himself, it was intoxicating. That teasing grin, and messy blond hair, and those goshdarn eyes. Danny gazed up at him, her breath catching in her throat, and told him, “I would, except your parents currently like me and I want it to stay that way.”

Holden pouted and Danny giggled softly. She pressed a soft kiss to the back of his jaw and murmured in his ear, “Just wait till we get back to the dorm, babe. I’ll certainly make you shut up then.” Chuckling quietly, Holden nodded and went back to decorating, listening to Danny’s occasional suggestions. And, much to everyone’s surprise, he ended up winning the competition. Then again, Ella was the judge.

Kids AU - Madre
Jax ran through the palace halls, giggling. It was his eighth birthday, and he and his best friend Owen were going on an adventure together. Right now Owen was “it” and Jax was trying to find a suitable spot for hiding. Eventually he settled into the same spot he always used, the pastry cupboard. You need to be prepared, obviously. It was a little tight--he’d certainly grown since the last time they had played Hide And Go Seek--and he doubted the pastries exactly helped.

Either way, it didn’t take long for Owen to find him. He had only gotten to his third pastry, a rather nice cinnamon apple one, when Owen opened the cupboard door. Squinting into the seemingly bright light, Jax shoved the last of the pastry into his mouth and offered his hands to Owen. Owen, being a fellow eight year old, knew what he was doing and plucked the chocolate croissant from Jax’s right hand and helped him up with his left.

Pocketing the croissant for later, Owen teased, “You hide in there every time! It’s so easy to find you!”

“I do not!” Jax said indignantly. Owen raised an eyebrow at him and he deflated slightly. “Alright, fine, maybe I do,” he conceded. Then he tapped Owen on the shoulder and added, “You’re it!” Owen gasped and Jax took off, giggling like a madman.

To say the least, their game of tag was certainly the adventure Jax was looking for. By the end they were collapsed in the grass under a shady tree, panting heavily and giggling.

“We’re going to be best friends forever, right?” Jax asked randomly, gazing up at the sky.

“Of course!” Owen agreed quickly. Jax nodded and held out his pinky to Owen.

“Pinky promise?”

Owen wrapped his pinky around Jax’s and said solemnly, “Pinky promise.” Then Owen pulled the chocolate croissant out of his pocket and they quietly split it with their free hands, as true best friends would do.