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bitsandbobsandstuff · 3 years

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The Midnight Coconuts

Summary: Bucky and his girl take a trip to the grocery store. Several things are involved, including coconuts, a 25cent gum-ball machine, Avengers branded Jell-O, chocolate milk straight from the jug, and tampons. Characters: Bucky x Reader Words: 3k Warnings: Some swearing. Insane levels of fluff. Dangerously adorable Bucky. One (1) random reference to Not Another Teen Movie.

A/N: Listen, I will never be over silly domestic Bucky! I originally started this story before TFATWS came out and when I imagined Sam had a niece, so just go with it. Part of me wrote this, because I needed to convince myself that I love grocery shopping (one can only eat takeaway and Trader Joe’s Orange Chicken for so long) and the other part wrote this because I firmly believe domestic routines can be the most romantic adventures out there.

When the doors to the grocery store whoosh open with a gust of stale manufactured air, Bucky skids to an abrupt and dramatic stop.

“WAIT!”

Behind him, you stumble in panic, fumbling with an armful of reusable grocery bags. Instantly you’re imagining spilled blood and stab wounds and clean ups on aisle three and god dammit, how can there be a problem? This is a grocery store at midnight on a Wednesday. Shouldn’t the forces of evil be sleeping? Why is it so impossible to get a day off work? Don’t they know you need rest? And peanut butter? And that you’re dangerously low on toilet paper?

The forces of evil are the worst.

Raising weary fists, you huff.

“What? Where is it?”

Bucky sidesteps toward a row of small red and green machines beside the entrance, falling to his knees and smushing his nose eagerly against the glass. Reaching a hand behind him, there are several impatient grabby motions, before he glances back.

“Babe, can you give me a quarter? I need a gum-ball.”

Planting a sneaker clad foot on his ass, you shove. Hard.

“Bucky, we talked about this. Remember how you agreed to lower the drama and keep things in perspective? I thought we were under attack.”

“If I don’t get a green gum-ball,” he declares dramatically, “there will be an attack.”

Throwing the cloth bags at his face, you stomp off to retrieve a shopping cart, plunking your purse in the front and hunching over the handlebars.

“I thought you said you were a millionaire now. Buy your own gum-ball.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Like I carry loose change,” he scoffs. “C’mon, just one quarter. Please?”

This time, he gives you the Look. That patented Bucky Barnes stare, with the wide eyes and full pouty lips and faux innocent expression, and if this man wasn’t the love of your life you’d quite happily stab him in the heart.

Instead, you open your purse and fish out a quarter, flinging it at his frustratingly pretty face. It bounces off his forehead and he scoops it up with a grin.

“So just to clarify. You came to the grocery store covered in knives, but you forgot to bring money?”

Giving you an indulgent smile, he jams the quarter into the slot. With a twist and shake, a gum-ball rattles free, and Bucky crows with delight when he sees the green candy. He pops it in his mouth.

“I didn’t forget. I made a conscious decision to remove the temptation. If I bring cash, I’ll spend it. You know I ain’t great with that whole self control thing.”

“How encouraging to hear, from the man with knives pouring out his ass.”

Jumping to his feet, he throws an arm around your shoulders.

“Ass knives sound painful.”

“Depends on how sharp they are,” you mumble, pulling a carefully folded sheet of paper from your jacket.

“Excuse you? My knives are always perfectly sharpened, thank you very much. What kind of expert assassin runs around with dull knives? Damn baby, it’s like you don’t even know me.”

Ignoring him, you flatten out the paper and smooth the edges, sighing happily at the block letters and structured diagrams drawn in deep blue ink.

Here it is, your masterpiece. A monument to productivity. The gold standard by which all optimization models should be benchmarked. This isn’t just any list, this is The List.

Everything is grouped, first by aisle, then by product location within the aisle, and then from top to bottom shelf order, to maximize efficiency. This is the dream list. The kind that inspires jealousy. The kind people hold up at TED talks when they talk about time management techniques. Marie Kondo wishes she had this list.

Bucky snorts when he sees the carefully printed boxes.

“God, you’re such a square,” he says adoringly. He plants a sugary wet kiss on your temple and you grind an elbow into his ribs.

“We discussed this, Bucky. Don’t mock my lists.”

“Sorry babe, I ain’t mocking. Your lists are beautiful, they always get me all hot and bothered,” he agrees, dipping lower to lick behind your ear. “And I really love that list you keep with all those dirty, filthy, sex things you wanna do to me.”

“I don’t have a list like that.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bucky sighs, “and I don’t know how many more hints I can drop here.”

Reaching under his shirt, you rub his belly consolingly. “Okay then. This weekend I’ll sit down and make you a special list. One so disgusting and dirty and depraved, it would make Wade Wilson cry.”

Bucky laughs and squeezes you tighter.

“About damn time honey. I’m equally parts terrified and horny. So where’re we headed first?”

“Produce,” you answer promptly, plowing forward, Bucky still chuckling beside you.

The whole scenario was ironic, actually. There was no need to grocery shop - automatic ordering mechanisms across the Avengers tower rendered the task meaningless - but sometimes it was a welcome relief to partake in such an ordinary thing. Unable to sleep after one particularly terrible mission, you found yourself wandering the aisles of your 24-hour supermarket, dressed in pineapple adorned pajama pants and one of Bucky’s rattier sweatshirts, searching for ice cream. The unexpected symmetry of products arranged along the shelves, the rainbow hued produce, the hint of baking bread wafting from the ovens, all those everyday trappings of normality, they washed over like a soothing balm. Soon enough, the boiling bad thoughts simmered to nothing more than a cache of blurry memories.

When you got home, sleep came fast, deep and dreamless.

One month later, the idea struck again.

After 36 hours of Bucky tossing and turning, dark shadows bruising beneath weary blue eyes, you took his hand and led him down the dark street for a midnight adventure. He was skeptical, disbelieving that something so simple could chase away the insomnia. But he dutifully followed you, strolling aimlessly through the aisles, throwing odds and ends into the cart.

The tension gradually eased, he began to relax, and suddenly?

He was hooked.

An hour later, after arguing the health benefits of frosted Cheerios over oatmeal, poking each hunk of cheese in the display, and loading the cart with every single flavor of spaghetti sauce on the shelf, the heavy weight of remembering began to ease. When he collapsed into bed, he slept for eight hours straight.

I don’t know what that was, he swore the next morning, munching through his third bowl of frosted Cheerios, but it was magic.

And with that, a midnight ritual was born. Sometimes you make the trek alone, sometimes Bucky does the same, but whenever life permits you go together. This small slice of domesticity brings a warm comfort to this strange life.

There is no doubt, this is your favorite area of the entire store.

Barrels filled with tart oranges and smooth red apples. Tables piled high with bananas, some just shy of yellow, others sunshine perfect, and a few with speckles of black (which are the best). Shelves lining the walls, overflowing with bundles of herbs and lettuce, all coated in a fine layer of mist.

Bliss.

Heading straight for the apples, you plunge into the Gala pile, rummaging until you come up with ten perfect ones. Peaches follow, fingers rubbing along the delicate pinky-orange fuzz. Squeeze, smell, squeeze, smell. Five are chosen for a pie (Sam pleaded shamelessly until you agreed to make him one), and in the cart they go. Heading toward the wall of herbs, you’re reaching for the basil when a metallic bang makes you jump. Spinning around, you find Bucky lobbing coconuts into the cart.

“We need these.”

“We really don’t, Buck. I hate coconut, it tastes like suntan lotion.”

“They’re not for eating,” he grabs an apple, wipes it on his shirt, and takes a juicy bite. “They’re for security.”

Sticky juice drips from his lip, catching in his beard. When you reach over to swipe it away, he nips your finger with a grin.

“Explain please.”

“See it’s like this. We’re just here shopping, doin’ our thang -”

“Don’t say thang.”

“- when someone attacks. What happens? BAM. One of these furry beauties breaks their face. Problem solved.”

Giving him a slow perusal, you raise an eyebrow.

“Were the 47 knives you’re carrying not enough to deflect this attack?”

Finishing off the apple in three sloppy bites, he carefully tucks the price sticker in his pocket so he can scan it before leaving and sets the mangled core beside your purse.

“Babe, these are my back-up plan. A good soldier always has a back-up plan.”

While you grab a bottle of extra-pulpy orange juice, Bucky picks two jugs of chocolate milk, snaps one open and takes a swing. Ever the thrifty shopper, he pulls a familiar bag from his back pocket, fishes out a crumpled piece of newspaper, and dangles it before you.

“Found a coupon for this,” he says gleefully. “Buy one, get one free. It’s called a BOGO. A BOGO. Hilarious, right? Fuck me, I love the future.”

Still laughing, he takes another long drink of chocolate milk and smacks his lips.

It was a lazy Sunday morning when you discovered this particular habit. Walking into the living room, you found Bucky buried in a sea of Sunday newspaper, tongue between his teeth and scissors in hand while he clipped coupons. He wasn’t picky, if it was remotely interesting, it went into the YES pile. It was one of those random things that brought him inordinate levels of joy, so of course you encouraged it. On his last birthday, you gifted him with a green zippered bag decorated with angry looking owls and official looking letters stitched across the front:

Bucky’s Coupon Bag Thriftn’ Machine Since 1917

He laughed for five straight minutes and then stuffed it full. The bag accompanies you on every trip and the sight of Bucky excitedly rifling through his wad of coupons still makes your heart swell.

Setting aside his BOGO, Bucky continues down the aisle, leaving you to pause in front of the yogurt. While you contemplate the merits of blackberry vs strawberry, Bucky slides over holding three cans of Reddi-Whip.

“Are you actually planning to eat that? I thought you said whipped air is for, and I quote, ‘spineless, tasteless trash heathens’?”

Bucky shakes the can of spray whipped cream and wiggles his eyebrows, leveling you with a sultry stare.

“Hell no I’m not eating it. This is for the bedroom. Last week I watched this god-awful movie where some blond guy - who looked exactly like Steve, by the way - made himself a whipped cream bikini for his girl. Decided I’m gonna do that for you. You’re welcome.”

“That sounds gross and unsanitary.”

“If by gross and unsanitary you mean spicy and sexy, then yes. Yes it does.”

Whistling what sounds like the theme music from a bad porn, he adds two tubs of honey swirled Greek yogurt, pats your butt, and strolls ahead, throwing a roughish wink over his shoulder. Imagining the melted whipped cream soaking into your bedsheets, you mentally add more laundry detergent to the list.

“Hang on, turn here.”

Tugging the cart behind him, Bucky stalks toward the feminine hygiene display. It takes him a minute to scan the products before squatting down to the bottom shelf. Grabbing two jumbo boxes of tampons, oddly enough the brand you prefer, he pops back to his feet.

“Dare I ask why you need these?”

A faint pink flush crawls up his neck.

“Well, you know, two reasons. They’re really great for stopping bloody noses, you know? Just poke ‘em up there and they soak it all up.”

He mimes the execution and adds a thumbs up.

“And the second reason?”

Squinting at his boots, he shuffles his feet a bit. The pink flush deepens.

“Um, you know - I know you’re out, since I stuck the last one up Steve’s nose last week, and yeah. Anyway. It’s about that time. Of the month. For you.”

Clearing his throat, he reaches for his chocolate milk, but you grab his wrist.

“You know when my period’s going to start?”

He shrugs self-consciously and fiddles with a loose thread on his shirt.

“Well yeah. You think it’s just a coincidence when all your favorite candy shows up every month?” Looking up, he shoots you a crooked smile and leans over the cart to kiss your forehead. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you haul him in for a real kiss instead and his startled laughter tickles your lips. When you break away, those bright blue eyes are shining.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you murmur.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he whispers.

This is the aisle where the cart officially explodes.

Lasagna noodles.

Egg noodles.

Spaghetti noodles.

Penne.

Linguine.

Fettuccine.

Literally one of every noodle is selected, because Bucky Barnes is a self-proclaimed noodle slut.

As you organize the boxes and search for orzo, you see him furtively add an extra bag of elbow macaroni. A quiet cough hides your laughter.

The last time Sam’s four-year-old niece came to the tower, she and Bucky spent hours making glittery elbow macaroni necklaces, which they ceremoniously gifted to everyone. When Sam casually mentioned her enthusiastically telling everyone at pre-school about her friend Bucky and how much fun she had visiting him, Bucky ran to a craft store and bulk bought supplies of glue, string, paint, and glitter, just in case she comes over again.

Months later and the entire team are still finding puddles of glitter all over the tower, but the delight on Bucky’s face anytime someone mentions that arts and crafts afternoon?

It’s worth the mess.

Gathering up brown sugar, instant oats, and chocolate chips, you turn to drop them in the cart when Bucky makes a strangled noise. Glancing over, you find him bouncing on his toes, vibrating with excitement.

“Babe. Babe. Are you making monster cookies?”

Adding a can of raisins, you search for the good vanilla. The kind that actually tastes like vanilla, not a cheap car wash air freshener.

“I promised I would,” you remind him. Bucky plasters himself against your back, wrapping you in an enthusiastic hug and nuzzling his face against your neck.

“I love those fucking cookies,” he declares. “They’re my favorite thing ever. Next to you I mean.”

Finding the vanilla, you spin in his arms and return the squeeze.

“I know you do. But you have to share them this time, okay? You can’t just eat them all yourself like the last two times. Agree?”

“Agree…to disagree. They’re wasted on other people, no one else loves as much. It’s for the best when I eat them all, it’s proof how much I love you. I’m doing it for you. I’m supporting you. Because I love you.”

“You’re completely full of shit,” you reply.

“I swear I’m not! Just listen!”

The excuses grow longer and wilder as Bucky outlines his rationale against sharing, walking backward and dragging the cart with him as he pleads his case. He’s diving into the science of super soldier metabolism levels and caloric requirements and the fact that his sister never shared anything with him, when he bumps into a tall display.

He pulls up short, eyes narrowing. Plunking his fists on his hips, he growls a disgruntled sigh and glares at the rows of packaging.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

Lined up in neat rows, you see boxes of Jell-O organized by color and flavor. On the cover of each are an assortment of familiar images.

“Are these Avengers themed Jell-O?” you ask, picking up a box with Sam’s image and the words Wild Berry Wilson. The rows extend further, filled with Lime Green Hulk and Blue Raspberry Rogers and Black Cherry Widow and Strawberry Lemon Stark. Exasperated, Bucky grabs the Sparkling Orange Spider flavor.

“Is this for real? The kid gets one and I didn’t? Someone in PR is getting fired.”

“Well there’re only so many flavors, Buck,” you point out practically, but Bucky’s not in the mood for logic. Instead, he swipes an entire shelf of Jell-O flavors into the cart.

“I swear to god, I have to do everything around here. Fine then. I’ll make my own flavor, Blackberry Kiwi Soldier or Winter Watermelon Rainbow, or something.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Anyway, I’ll work on the name. But I’m bringing it to dinner tomorrow night and everyone is gonna eat it.”

He dumps in a bag of mini-marshmallows and grabs sprinkles for topping, before marching down the aisle. Cringing at the volume of sugar in the cart, you make another mental note to schedule a dentist appointment.

“Go do your manly duty and find the meat. We need two 5lb rump roasts.”

“I like your rump roast,” he instantly responds and reaches over to smack your butt again. Anticipating the move, you catch his arm and twist it behind his back. He barks out a breathless laugh and you slap his ass in return.

“Your innuendos are tragic.”

Releasing him with a gentle shove, Bucky snatches up his three coconuts and ambles away, laughing while he juggles them. When he returns, he has the requested rump roasts, several packages of bacon, and a bundle of cocktail shrimp.

“If my innuendos get better, then can I touch your butt?”

“Maybe. But they better be real good.”

An added benefit to shopping at midnight? Not a soul in line.

Loading everything onto the conveyer belt, you automatically organize for bagging. Boxes together, produce together, meat together. Bucky adds a pack of batteries, a tin of mints, and some trashy magazines.

The last three items in the cart are his coconuts. They rattle around until you toss them at him, motioning back to the produce department.

“We made it out alive. Go put them back.”

Still chomping his tasteless green gum-ball, he shakes his head and plops them down.

“Nah, I have another idea for them. Got all those craft supplies at home, I’m gonna make you something.”

“Should I even ask?”

Bucky blows a huge, wet bubble and looks you up and down.

“Have you every worn one of those coconut bras? Like on TV, with the ladies in grass skirts? I’m gonna make you one. I already have string and glue. And glitter.”

“I think you may be overestimating your crafting abilities.” Digging out your credit card, you wait for the final tally.

“Well, if it’s terrible then you’ll just be naked. Either way, I win.”

Shaking out your grocery sacks, he packs everything with Tetris-like efficiency and slides all of them up the vibranium arm.

“How about I make you a deal. I’ll wear a coconut bra, if you’ll make yourself something to wear as well.”

Bucky blows another sugary bubble, pondering the idea.

“Like a coconut man thong?”

“Exactly like a coconut man thong.”

“Deal. Add it to that special dirty list you’re making me honey. We got loads to do.”

Outside, the night air smells sweet and cool, the barest hint of a spring rain and fresh grass lingering on the breeze. Already, your eyes are feeling heavy, tonight’s quiet adventure ushering in that sought after peace.

In your right hand, the three coconuts swing gently in their plastic sack. Humming under his breath, Bucky yawns, reaching for your other hand. His warm, calloused palm squeezes tight, his thumb stroking lightly over your skin.

He turns to you with a sleepy, lopsided smile.

Midnight and coconuts.

It always does the trick.

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mfingenius · 4 years

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if you're taking prompts rn can you write smthg where draco is pregnant and it's just cute fluff of drarry going through different parts of the pregnancy together, like food cravings and mood swings and maybe hermione is pregnant at the same time so she and draco commiserate while ron and harry try to make them happy? thanks so much!!

“No,” Teddy says, stomping his foot. Harry suppresses a groan and a rather creative curse. “I want cake.”

His hair’s already turning blond at the roots, and Harry looks at the ceiling, exasperated.

“Teddy,” Harry tries. He hears a snicker, and turns to Draco sitting on the couch. He has his legs drawn up to his chest, thighs parted in a way that shows his bump off a little. It’s small, still, but it’s visible, and Harry doesn’t think he’s ever found anything more adorable. “Draco.”

Draco laughs and quickly covers his mouth. “I’m not saying anything.”

He’s gorgeous, happy and glowing in the fifth month of pregnancy. It takes Harry’s breath away.

It hadn’t been like that, at first. Despite their friendship - and the fact that they’d been sleeping together for almost half a year at the time - when Draco had found out he was pregnant he hadn’t wanted to tell Harry.

They’d had to move in together to raise Teddy when he was four, since Andromeda had made them promise not to move him from house to house every few months, and it hadn’t been long before they’d started sleeping together, less so after that when they actually became friends.

Now, two years later, standing in their living room arguing with Teddy over whether to have cake or ice cream - as it is accostumed in the Weasley household, where they’re celebrating - and staring at his pregnant not-quite-boyfriend, Harry doesn’t know how it is he’s here.

“Come on, Edward,” Draco says, smirking and standing up from the couch. “The baby wants Ice Cream.”

“Bean wants ice cream?” Teddy’s scowl immediately disappears, and instead he becomes enthralled. When Harry had explained to him - he’d lost a bet - that Draco was pregnant and what that meant, he’d immediately begun speaking of ‘Bean’ as though it was already a separate person.

“Yes,” Draco says, walking closer. “But since it’s your birthday, I’ll take you out for cake, too. After.”

Harry snorts; Draco’s sweet tooth had been pronounced even before the pregnancy; now, he rarely eats anything that isn’t sweet.

“Alright,” Teddy agrees easily enough. Harry throws his hands up in exasperation, and Draco gives him a smug smile. “We’ll get Ice cream with nana first.”

“Yes, we will,” Harry says, running his fingers through Teddy’s hair. “Come on. Get ready, we’re leaving soon.”

Teddy runs to his room, and Draco gives Harry a smug grin. Harry pinches his hip in retaliation, and Draco yelps and slaps his hand away.

“Harry!” Hermione can’t hug him by this point of the pregnancy, but she still makes an effort to try.

“Hi, Hermione,” Harry says, smiling. “How are you?”

“Nana, I want birthday Ice Cream!” Teddy runs through the door without so much as a hello, and Hermione snorts with an eye-roll.

“Come on,” she says. “Everyone is waiting for you.”

Harry goes inside while Hermione and Draco begin to speak in hushed voices; they do that a lot since they became friends, and honestly, after Harry overheard them talking about why the Wizarding Elections of 1522 were a total steal, he’s never asked.

He watches as Draco says hi to Molly and then goes to sit on the couch - under strict orders not to strain himself - and sighs. It was easy to lie to himself before the pregnancy, to convince himself that he wanted Draco - and who the fuck doesn’t? - but didn’t want Draco.

The lie was easy to believe when they were fucking. It’s less easy to believe when they’re going through the pregnancy together, every part of it causing more adoration in Harry than the last.

“How far along is it now?” Ron’s voice asks, and Harry nearly draws his wand.

“Merlin, you scared me.” He says, only half-reproaching. He’s staring at Draco again. Ron smirks and claps his shoulder. “Five months.”

“Don’t drool next time,” He says, off handedly. Harry frowns. “How is it going then? The pregnancy.”

Ron and Draco don’t like each other, but Draco and Harry have been raising Teddy for over two years now. They’re used to each other, at least.

“It’s been… weird.” Harry admits.

Ron pulls a face. “I don’t want to hear about your sex life with the ferret.”

“Merlin, Ron, no.” Harry says.

Draco would kill him if he told him that. And it hadn’t been what Harry was talking about, anyway, although it is part of the weirdness.

Draco’s been rather… eager lately, and while Harry entirely supports that, it also confuses him as to where they are. After Draco had gotten pregnant, they’d said they wouldn’t sleep together again, and now, barely five months later, here they are, shagging like rabbits every chance they get - which, mind, with a kid, it’s not often.

“I meant his cravings,” Harry says pointedly.

“Ah,” Ron nods knowingly. “I remember that stage. Hermione made me get up at three a.m. to make her a plate of sheep-cheese covered strawberries with orange jam and bacon bits.”

Harry snorts. “Draco made me look all over for an open supermarket because he wanted to dip salt and vinegar crisps into peanut butter milkshake.”

“Peanut Butter Milkshake is a thing?” Ron asks.

“No.” Harry says.

The both share a knowing look.

“When are you going to do it properly, Harry?” Molly asks.

Harry bites back a groan.

“Molly we’ve talked about this,” he says. “Draco and I aren’t going to get married, we see no reason to, and we don’t want each other that way-”

“Don’t you try to fool me, Harry Potter, I know how babies are made, so you want him that way.” Molly says darkly, and Harry’s cheeks go red. “And you see no reason to? Of course, you’re only going to be raising two kids together soon.”

“I know, but-”

“But nothing.” Molly says. She shoves a box at Harry, and it takes him a moment to realize it’s the Potter’s family ring. He looks up at her disbelievingly, and she shrugs. “Found it a few days ago. Was saving it for something special.”

“Molly, I-”

Molly shushes him.

“I’ll be planning the wedding, dear.” Is all she says.

And she walks away, leaving Harry staring after her.

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* Claim to fame Stores can again be little owner shops or corporate retailers that sell a specific kind of product like garments, furniture, gadgets, pet supplies, and so on, and so forth

- I bought a PC APC Back-UPS flood defender/battery back-up (model # BE350R) for $40.80 from a PC/gadgets chain called Group3C (Grupo3C) that has stores in Costa Rica, Nicaragua and El Salvador. The name of the Costa Rica store is called COC.CO (I think :o) situated in San Pedro.

- Subsequent to shopping a few bargain retailers (see underneath) I wound up tracking down a more ideal arrangement on a microwave at a forte store called El Verdugo in Moravia. My buy was a Haier 1,000 watt treated steel microwave (model # MWM10100SS) for $101.80

* Rebate or Club Stores offer the shopping experience of a Sam's Club or Costco. Hiper Mas (a completely possessed Wal-shop auxiliary - seeing a pattern?!) and Value Savvy are two of these sorts of stores ... be that as it may, anyplace, shop these stores against one another and claim to fame stores for cost and item. Actually like a club offering free beverages and comps, the way these all inclusive resource stores work together is to draw you in for some limited items while charging distribute more for different things. All in all, in case you're not cautious - net increase goes to the house.

- Value Shrewd club store model costs (Moravia store, 02/29/08):

+ Philips 50" Plasma - $2,600.00

+ Frigidaire Clothes washer (model FWS9333FS) - $475.00

+ sofa set (Sovereign sofa-bed, bed skirt, 3 little ornamental pads, 2 cushion cases - no sheets) - $70.00

+ cover (a delicate sovereign measured) - $38.00

+ sharp cheddar - $13.00/2lb bundle

+ bed pad (standard) - $10.60

+ sofa cushion (little delicate square) - $14.00

+ pistachios - $9.20/2lb bundle

+ sausages (enormous pack) - $8.00/37 franks

+ trail blend - $7.40/2lb bundle

+ Land-O-Ice Nectar Ham lunch get-together meat - $5.20/1lb bundle

+ Land-O-Ice Turkey Bosom lunch meeting meat - $5.40/1lb bundle

As illustrated, costs for specific things in Costa Rica might be higher than in the U.S., Canada, Europe, and so forth - however work and administrations are typically a lot less expensive in Costa Rica than somewhere else. Unfamiliar occupants, retired folks, and so on wind up purchasing the costly clothes washer and grass hardware at that point pay homegrown workers to run them (ie: employ a house keeper/cook/grounds-keeper ... indeed, even on an unassuming or retirement pay).

* Private Bilingual Essential (grade) School - $200.00/month (with many included additional items; soccer group, acrobatic, dance, cheer driving crew, math club, and so forth)

* Exercise center Enrollment - $13.00/month (complete with Vigorous exercise, Step Preparing, Turning, Tae-bo and classical loads and hardware)

* Hair style - $3.00 men and $4.00 ladies

* Supper for 2 - $10.00 including some espresso or soft drink each

Because of the greater expenses for some 'once buy' things, numerous unfamiliar inhabitants that live, have second or summer homes or simply invest a lot of energy in Costa Rica decide to make specific acquisition of gadgets, machines and different things somewhere else on the planet and bring or have them delivered to Costa Rica as an expense reserve funds measure ... yet, be cautious!

The absolute most ideal approach to carry anything into the nation is to actually convey it in your gear when you travel. Nonetheless, Costa Rica has sorted this out as well. In the wake of showing up in Costa Rica, your sacks will be x-rayed for un-announced things (indeed, I said in the wake of showing up - as in, after you have recovered your baggage and before you leave the air terminal!) So utilize your best judgment in rounding out those traditions statements. You are permitted a specific dollar measure of new things per each such countless months too utilized individual things with no traditions charges. Knowing this, on the off chance that you are bringing any new thing into Costa Rica and you don't anticipate announcing it as new and available, it is ideal to eliminate the new thing from its unique bundling before putting it in your baggage.

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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surveys by lets-make-surveys

1 - Who was the last person to knock on your door? Were they there to see you? Nina usually knocks briefly in the evening to let me know it’s time for dinner. Other than my ex in the past, I don’t let anyone stay in my room for long. Knocking and peeking into my room is enough.

2 - Have you left the house yet today? If not, do you have plans to leave the house later on? No, as it’s only 10 in the morning and I don’t really have a reason to be out somewhere this early. I might go out to buy presents for more relatives, but that’s only if I feel productive enough today. We’ll see.

3 - What’s your favourite brand of chocolate? What type of chocolate bar from that brand is your favourite? The older I get the more I feel like gagging from the idea of chocolate bars lol; they’re all just so sweet. These days my top three would be Hershey’s cookies and cream bar, Whittaker’s chocolate peanut butter bar, and Twix bars. I also love Reese’s, but they aren’t bars.

4 - Have you ever met someone in person who you first met on the internet? Do you have plans to do that anytime soon? Yes, I’ve done this before and I’ve recounted the stories on here multiple times. As for the second question, yeah I technically do? I’ve only met my workmates online so far, so I’m constantly looking forward to the opportunity to finally meet them all in real life.

5 - What was the last thing you used a blender for? I’ve never used a blender. We don’t even own a blender.

6 - Have you ever got into an argument with a stranger on social media? Do you remember what it was about? Yeah, but I don’t even remember what it was about anymore...I do know it was this year, and the person deleted the comment that I replied to not long after.

7 - When was the last time you cracked your joints? Is that something you do often? Now that you reminded me, I just did. I do it at least once a day, whenever my fingers start to feel tight and tense.

8 - What time is it right now? If you weren’t doing a survey, what else would you be doing right now? It is 1:52 PM. I’d be heading to the mall to buy more presents, but I don’t feel like getting out of bed yet. I’d also do embroidery, but my online orders are taking a while to arrive :( My online shopping app says I'll be getting them by Jan 3rd, but the shipping tracker says it’s already being shipped from China to here so I’m looking forward to receiving it this week. I hope that’s the case; otherwise it’ll miss the point of being my hobby this Christmas break.

9 - If you had ten minutes to run around an empty supermarket and fill your trolley for free, what’s the first aisle you’d go for? The fancy meat/fish section. Then I’d go to the condiments/spice section, then frozen food, then chips.

10 - Aside from Tumblr, what websites do you visit the most and why? YouTube, because I find videos a soothing distraction; Twitter to keep me updated on local and international news; Reddit for quirky posts; and Wikipedia so I can continue learning trivia I’ll never have to use but want to gain anyway.

11 - Has COVID had any impact on your Christmas plans this year? What’s going to change or be different to normal? My dad is home for Christmas this year, which is one silver lining from Covid. But my relatives living abroad who usually fly back to the Philippines for the holidays obviously won’t be able to this year, so we’re not gonna have a packed family reunion like we normally do. Everything else is the same, but I think the biggest thing about this whole thing is that I can barely feel Christmas coming this year. I think it’s going to feel like such a plain Friday this week; and that makes me a little sad.

12 - What’s your favourite flavour of cake? Are you any good at making that kind of cake? My favorite flavor is chocolate, but my favorite kind of cake (which I enjoy a lot more than general chocolate cake) is cheesecake. I cannot make either, nor can I bake at all.

13 - Do you prefer sweet or sour candy? Sweet. I hate any sour foods with a passion lol especially sour candy; it is my absolute least favorite taste. I don’t find anything enjoyable or fulfilling about it.

14 - What colour is your favourite fruit? Is this a fruit you eat often? Already made my feelings for fruit clear on this blog, haha.

15 - Is your favourite restaurant an independent place or a chain? What is it that you love about it so much? It’s a chain, like most popular restaurants here. Independent places are a little hard to come by, to be honest. They make the best katsu I’ve ever had; and I also like that despite being a chain restaurant, the ambience is still quite sophisticated and date-friendly so I always feel like I’m treating myself whenever I eat there.

16 - Are you genuinely a fan of Starbucks or do you think it’s all hype? I personally enjoy everything about Starbucks. I like their coffees, their Frappes, the ambience in their coffee shops, their playlists, and their line-up of mugs and tumblers. I’ve always felt right at home in their shops and out of all the cafés I’ve been to, it’s always their baristas that have been the nicest.

17 - Do you own a Christmas jumper? What design/pattern does it have on it? No, I don’t.

18 - What’s your favourite fit/style of jeans? I was obsessed with mom jeans throughout 2020.

19 - What was the last non-essential item you spent money on? Overpriced coffee and a sandwich.

20 - Are you currently under any COVID-related restrictions where you live? Are people generally following the rules? Public places are super strict with requiring everyone to wear a face shield and face mask; before entering any establishment, people’s temperatures are taken and everyone’s also required to take a contact tracing form. Anyone under the age of 21 still isn’t allowed to go out for the most part, though I think there are some exceptions now because I see kids younger than me already going on out-of-town trips again. Some places that are big on tourism like Sagada, Batanes, and Baguio are still closed off from the public; those that have since reopened, like Boracay, follow strict protocol and everyone going there is required to undergo a swab test. Everyday Filipinos follow the rules; it’s the politicians and police force who don’t, which feels disgusting to say.

21 - What did you last leave the room you’re in to do? A package arrived for me so I had to pay for it. It was the phone case I ordered for my cousin.

22 - Have you ever read any self-help books? Did you find them useful? No. I don’t really believe in that genre, so I never felt pulled to buy a book.

23 - What’s your favourite programme on the Food Network (if you watch it)? If you don’t get that channel, what’s your favourite food/cookery show in general? All things Gordon Ramsay, man. MasterChef, Hell’s Kitchen, and Kitchen Nightmares are all *chef’s kiss* The Great British Bake Off is also great and something I like watching when I want to wind down :)

24 - Do you still watch cartoons? From time to time.

25 - Who do you know with the most number of siblings? Would you ever want to live in a huge family? My grandpa was one of nine siblings, if I’m not mistaken. I’m not sure if I know a bigger set than that. Unless my family was filthy rich, I would not want to have such a big immediate family.

26 - Are you a fan of garlic bread? Sure. I tend to ask for others’ too, heh.

27 - Do you own any personalised clothing? What’s the reason for getting it? No, not a fan. Two years ago we had a huge family reunion on my dad’s side and we had to wear these cheesy shirts that said “[Last Name] Reunion” with some cheesy motto at the bottom. My parents hated it, which made me feel better about my own feelings about the shirt lol.

28 - Is anyone else in the same room as you right now? What is that person up to? No, it’s just me here.

29 - What colours are you wearing right now? Does your wardrobe contain a lot of those colours? White, maroon, and scarlet. I have a lot of white and maroon; not so much of scarlet as I find the color too bold.

30 - Do you like adding condiments to your food? If so, what are some of your favourites? Yes. My food always needs to have soup, condiments, or sauces; otherwise I tend to feel the dish is too dry. I like mayonnaise, banana ketchup, hot sauce, and lechon sauce.

1 - What have you been up to so far today? Is that a typical thing for you to do on this particular day of the week? I’ve taken a couple of surveys and started binge-watching segments of my newest Korean reality show discovery, 2 Days 1 Night. The breakout actor from Start-Up and the newest love of my life HAHAHA is a cast member on the current season of 2D1N so I’ve been all over the show today. It’s hilarious; I can hardly believe I’m only discovering the show this late.

2 - Did you get a decent night’s sleep last night? How many hour’s sleep do you consider a decent amount? It was around five hours, which isn’t a lot to me. I usually sleep 7-9 hours these days, but I might wreck my body clock during the holiday break because I want to keep being awake and do the things I haven’t been able to do because of work.

3 - What is one silly thing that really gets on your nerves? Seeing pickles in a burger.

4 - Who was the last person you saw who wasn’t family? What did you guys end up doing together? The friendly Starbucks barista from yesterday; her name was Princess. We didn’t do anything lol, she just took my order and was super friendly about it, and she also gave me the Starbucks planner that I chose to redeem.

5 - Do you prefer hot or cold drinks overall? Cold. I avoid hot drinks now haha. Ever since I had that incident with the takoyaki, I’ve been too scared to let any hot food or drink touch my mouth.

6 - Do you own a decent set of waterproofs? If so, what do you use them for the most? If not, do you think that would be something you’d find useful? I don’t know what this is referring to, and I’m too lazy to Google right now. I’ve only ever known this word as an adjective, whoops.

7 - Do you have any plans for the rest of the day? Take more surveys, and maybe have another cup of coffee. I’ll also have to get started on a daily report I submit for work every weekday morning so that my load will be lighter tomorrow. Our office is technically on shutdown until January 4th, but some clients require a daily report every day and I’ll have to shoulder that with another co-associate. It sucks, but at least it’s the only thing I’ll have to do for the next two weeks.

8 - How often do you get your hair cut? When hairdressers were closed due to COVID, did you try cutting it yourself at home? I only go to the salon once a year, and I already did it this 2020 when I chopped off my hair and got bangs. Yeah, whenever my bangs start to get too long I either ask my mom to trim them or I do so myself.

9 - What did you wear the last time you left the house? Is that different to what you’re wearing at the moment? I walked Cooper half an hour ago and I just stayed in the same clothes I’ve been in all day, which was a tank top underneath an oversized hoodie and a pair of shorts.

10 - Would you rather have a relaxing beach holiday or a more active holiday in the mountains? The beach would be perfect right now, but I think my answer changes every time this is asked and I’m pretty sure I picked mountains the last time HAHAHA. I just realized being in the mountains would give me the same cooped-up feeling I’ve been having from staying at home for such a long time, and it might not be the best and healthiest trip for me...the beach definitely sounds more freeing and therapeutic.

11 - Do you know how to tie a tie? Nah, never learned. I’ve never been good at tying anything up, period.

12 - How old were you when you first had a sleepover at someone’s house? Did you miss home? I was 15 or 16; I’m not entirely sure anymore. Not at all, I was so excited to have been allowed to go to my first sleepover.

13 - How often do you spend time with your extended family? Under normal circumstances, we’d visit my grandma and cousins on my mom’s side once every few months or so. It was pretty regular since they’re just a stone’s throw away. But obviously we’ve since had to drastically cut our get-togethers back, and I’ve only seen them around three times since the beginning of the year. My dad’s family lives pretty far south, so I only get to see them once or twice a year even in pre-Covid days; not much of a difference there.

14 - When you get up in the morning, do you have a set routine? No. I just wake up feeling dread and have no choice but to wait for the weight in my chest to subside.

15 - Do you remember the last time you cried? Were they sad or happy tears? Yesterday in my car, in the mall parking lot. Sad tears.

16 - What do you have planned once you finish this survey? Look for another one. I misseddddd taking surveys and I plan on taking a crap ton of them this Christmas break. I may also be called for dinner, so there’s that.

17 - What was the last thing you cooked? Did you cook from scratch or just heat something up? I dunno if it counts as cooking, but I just made the DIY ramen kit that I received as a Christmas gift from the branch I was originally an intern at. Everything was already prepared in the kit and all I needed to do was boil water for the noodles and prepare the broth. Turned out surprisingly good.

18 - Are you a fan of hot chocolate? Do you like it plain or do you prefer to add things like whipped cream or marshmallows? I love hot chocolate and will order it sometimes, but given my aforementioned fear of hot beverages I always wait for it to considerably cool down hahaha. I like my hot chocolate plain.

19 - What caused your last injury? Cooper’s nails.

20 - How many tattoos and piercings do you have? Do any of them have an interesting story behind them? Just a piercing on each of my earlobes. No interesting stories...yet.

21 - What kind of flowers do you like the best? When was the last time someone bought those for you? I like peonies, though I’m not sure if my ex ever gave me a bouquet that included those.

22 - What’s the smallest thing you’ve ended a relationship over? I’ve only been with one person and I dated her twice, but I was never the one who ended the relationship either time so can’t really answer this.

23 - Would you rather order a starter (appetiser) or a dessert? Or would you be able to manage a full three courses? Three-course meal, pls. I’ve only experienced it once, when my parents treated me to dinner during my cruise gift for my 18th birthday; it was great and every dish was made amazingly well.

24 - How do you get most of your news, if you pay attention to it at all? I catch the evening news every weeknight because we keep the telvision turned on during dinner. I also get to read articles on social media.

25 - Have you or a member of your family been diagnosed with COVID yet? None that I know of, thankfully. It’s always been someone that a relative knows, but so far none of us have gotten it.

26 - Are you a vegetarian? If so, what persuaded you to stop eating meat? If not, is it something you’d ever consider? No. I have been considering it for years, but I truthfully don’t know if I could give up meat.

27 - Do you prefer rice or pasta? Rice.

28 - Is anything you’re wearing a gift? Who bought it for you? No.

29 - What’s the dominant colour in the room you’re in at the moment? I guess white, since my walls are white and that’s the first thing you see when entering my room.

30 - Did you do laundry yet today? If not, do you need to do any before you go to bed? Not my chore to do, but it was already done a few days ago.

#survey #surveys #multiple surveysss

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junkyardlynx · 4 years

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I’ve finally released my collection of dark poetry.

It’s titled Unblinking, and you can purchase it here for $7 USD.

I’d love it if you reblogged this to spread the word for me.

The rest of this is just...dressing. Things I want to say now about my life and my late father that I’ve hit this milestone. Now that I spent a good couple hours crying in relief from making it this far. I’m an emotional boy, I’m sorry. You can safely ignore all this sentimental dreck if you like.

Writing is something I’ve been passionate about from a young age. Due to my awful eyesight as a kid, I ended up burying my myopic face into things like books. Mostly to tell what the hell they were at first, then mostly because I was enthralled by the worlds I’d found. The ability to create an entire universe with nothing but twenty-six letters arranged in different combinations remains the most perplexing and wonderful thing to me to this day. I wanted to hold that kind of magic, too.

My dad fostered my love for literature, buying me all kinds of books. If we were at the supermarket for groceries, I’d bother him in the most polite (but incredibly annoying) way I could muster. He’d usually relent and I’d tear ass through the aisles, running to the back of the store where the electronics and the books were kept. We weren’t rich or even... stable most of the time. Didn’t stop me from coming away with a new treasure more times than not. Looking back, it’s easy to see how much he did to nurture my interests. Hell, when I was like 9 and obsessed with becoming a “scientist” I used to pester him to make math problems for me to solve. That uh, that didn’t last. Turns out I don’t like math. Sorry, dad. At least I know my times tables reaaaal well.

I bring this up because he passed in early 2017. It was always just my father and I, and he became disabled when I was 12 after a work accident. An industrial steamer fell on him and shattered parts of his hip and spine. Life changed a lot after that. We weren’t ever well off, but we had been approaching lower-middle class stability. We went from making it to scraping by on $1,200 a month for the both of us, and even that took a lot of pain and hardship to reach. I remember a doctor asking my father if he was really disabled, as my dad stared at him with a mix of disbelief and naked fury. He waved a mangled hand (torn up in a drywall accident some decade prior) at his skinny, malformed leg, then jabbed himself in the side with that hand where his hipbone stuck out at an awkward angle. He stared and he asked the doctor what he thought. Before the doctor could answer, my dad had peeled off his t-shirt as he sat on the examination table, showing the misshapen lump in his back where his spine curved hard.

Things weren’t easy for us. They only got worse. My dad became prone to illness and eventually contracted MRSA during a stint in a rehab home, a problem that would plague him for the rest of his life. Emphysema reared it’s head, brought on by all the years my father had been a smoker. Funny how it only became a problem five years after he stopped smoking.

I watched my dad’s physical and emotional health fail, and I threw myself into my writing. It was all I knew. It was what comforted me. Sometimes I wrote emo kid nothings and trashed them almost instantly. Sometimes I wrote papers for kids in high school in exchange for cash to help out my father and I. Sometimes I just wrote because what else could I do? I’d been convincing myself for years that the amazing advances in medical technology would return my dad’s quality of life. That we could ride bikes together again, that we could throw a football around again. That they could fix his hands and he could even play games with me again. Haha. Yeah, right.

Things only got worse. He moved into a “rehab” facility full time a while after I got a full time job. Medicare was willing to front the costs, but it meant my father’s disability money would be pretty much gone every month. I told myself that it was the best option - he could be looked after full time, he could get proper physical rehabilitation and things would get better. I visited him two to three times a week, bringing an offering of... well, peanut butter M&Ms and movie recommendations. I taught him how to torrent movies on the laptop I’d bought him. The laptop sitting four feet away from me right now.

The staff neglected him and his pain, his suffering, his obvious agony. I showed up more often to exert some kind of pressure on the apathetic nursing staff. I felt my blood boil when they treated him like some senile fossil. My father was articulate, kind and had patience with them I couldn’t muster. They ignored him. For months.

I remember getting a call on December 24th. I was playing Destiny on my PS4, having a generally good time, sipping on some crappy rum and coke I’d made. I had my worries and fears as anyone did, but I was okay all things considered. Until I picked up that call from my dad.

“Hey, bud. Whatcha doin’? Playin’ a game?”

“Hey dad. Yeah, Destiny. What’s up?”

“I think this is it for me, buddy. They’re moving me into hospice.”

My stomach had rolled in that moment, but some wellspring of optimism bloomed in me.

“Oh, like a temporary thing before they move you to that other facility we were talking about?”

“Nah, kiddo. They’re just trying to make me comfortable for my last few months. I love you, Spence.”

I didn’t cry on the phone, for which I am very proud. I hate that word. “Comfortable.” I know what they mean, but who’s left comfortable by the word? Certainly not those that have to live on.

“Um, okay. I’ll be over tomorrow, ok dad? I love you.”

“I love you too buddy, you’ll be okay. Things will be okay.”

Fast forward three months to the day, my father died alone in the early morning. In hospice. I’d left just an hour before he passed. Said I’d be back the next day. I missed it by an hour. He died alone in hospice. Alone, forsaken, deprived. It tears me apart to this day.

We’d only had a few chances to talk while he was in hospice care as the cocktail of drugs they used to, ah, assure comfort put him under most of the time. He told me to keep writing. He said I’d make it one day. I promised him I’d do my best. I wanted him to be proud of me, fast food failure of a worker that I was.

Here I am, dad.

Can you see me? I know we weren’t religious, we never talked of heaven. But can you see me?

I did something with myself. With my talents. With my pain and blood and tears. Maybe I’ll sell five copies to friends. Maybe I’ll sell five million copies. What matters is that I did it.

The world’s on fire right now. I’m glad you don’t have to see it. But today, I’m trying to burn just a little brighter.

So I dedicate this to you, my father. My king.

I love you.

#writing #my writing #poetry #my poetry #self-publishing #gumroad #dark fantasy #fantasy #sci-fi #science fiction #horror #the moon #poetry collection #ebook #loss

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chocojjk · 5 years

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Eggs

summary: badboy! changbin if you squint

words: 7k

warnings: one mention of death by illness

a/n: this took way too long cause i got so lazy lmfao, slide into my inbox with prompts cause idk what to write after this

not edited per usual, im lazy :(((

you and changbin lived in different worlds

changbin has always been the schools most notorious bad boy

along with his group, 3racha

he was the typical bad boy -- gets into fights, wears leather, barely shows up to class, etc.

after watching countless of rom-coms, you and i, reader, should know that bad boys like to keep to themselves

and they won't bother you unless you cross their territory, not at all different from changbin

someone bullies one of his friends???

you might as well run now , because he will be coming for your ass

he catches you talking shit?

you should probably say goodbye to your mouth and have a doctors appointment ready

the point im trying to make is that seo changbin does not take shit from anyone

which doesn't really matter at this point because everyone has learned to fear him

on the other hand, you're, what they say is a “good girl”

too caught up with your books and your grades, in the library 24/7, worrying too much about the future you envision

you stayed away from drama as much as possible, happy with the 2-3 friends that you have

and,,,

well,,,

you probably saw this coming,, but just in case you didnt, ill say it

your two different worlds are about to collide

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youve been searching for a little over 20 minutes to where he could be when you finally spotted him at the table all way in the back of the library

you let out the deepest sigh, you shouldve figured he would choose that table jfc

‘he really is sticking to his reputation’ you think to yourself as you made your way over to him

“hi, im y/n, i'm your tutor,” you say, giving him a soft smile

changbin doesn't even bother to reply to you as he got up and left

you were left standing there like,,,

what the fuck just happened ??

before you finally snapped out of your confused trance and chased after him

catching up to him you grab his arm, putting a complete halt to his movement

and suddenly the library was even quieter than it should be

every single eye in the room focused on the interaction that lies in front of them

the notorious bad boy and the goody two shoes,,, how incredibly cliche

he looks at you, his eyes dark and unreadable

the expression on his face was emotionless yet it felt like he was crushing you under his stare

finally noticing that your hand was still gripped around his arm, you quickly let go, letting out a small “ehem”

the tension in the air was thick, it felt like someone just put a dark cloud above your head and you couldn’t blow it away

god damn this was awkward

not even the good awkward where you can laugh about it later, this is the kind of awkward situation that hits you in the middle of the night and suddenly you're just cringing at every bad thing you have done in the past

“uhm, im suppose to tutor you,” you try to say confidently as soon as you found your voice, but really it was barely above a whisper

“maybe show up on time,” he says, his voice as dark and as strong as his aura

and with one final look at you, he walked out of there

you didnt bother anymore, you knew you were at fault

‘we’ll try again tomorrow,’ you think to yourself before your best friend, hyunjin walked up to you, pulling you outside the library

“dude are you okay?”

“uhmm, why wouldn’t i be?”

“i just saw you talking to changbin”

“ok and ?”

“he’s bad news y/n,” your best friend says, warning you

“ i dont really have a choice hyunjin” you reply

you think back to 3 days ago when you were called to the principal's office

not gonna lie, you were shaking in your boots,, only bad kids get randomly sent to the principal's office

as you entered the room, Mrs. Seo was already waiting for you behind her desk

“hi ms. l/n, i dont think weve formally met,” she says, reaching out to shake your hand

“ its nice to meet you”

“ please, sit down, make yourself comfortable,” she continued, pointing to the seat right in front of her

sensing your nervousness she quickly added a, “don't worry, you're not in trouble”

phew

your brain was starting to hurt from trying to rack what you must have done wrong to be seated in the big office

“ why am i here then if you don't mind me asking?”

“ ah yes, i need you to tutor my son”

,,,,,

(◎_◎;)

,,,

“umm, why me?”

“you're top 1 in the class, is there anyone better than you to do it?”

well,,, she wasn't wrong

you mentally pat yourself at the back for this, happy that your efforts were being noticed

“don't worry ms. l/n, if you succeed, i’ll make sure you get into any college that you desire “

‘pshhhh, im top 1 ms seo, i can do that on my own’ you think to yourself

“....and fully paid for.”

well, shit , how can you say no to that offer

its literally free education right in your fingertips

what's the catch??

“ you can do that?” you ask

“ of course. i know very important people. so what do you say?”

and after a few minutes of contemplating within yourself, you finally agreed

“ also, while you're at it, i want you to change my son's reputation.”

and there it is

“ i'm sorry?” you reply,, maybe you just misheard the fact that she literally asked you to change her son

“ i don't just want you to tutor him in english, i want you to make him a better person.”

“how do you expect me to do that?”

“be his friend. teach him the ways of life, i'm not always gonna be around to get him out of trouble. You're a smart girl ms. l/n you'll figure it out.”

without giving you a final say, she ushered you out of there but not before she added

“ one last thing ms. l/n, dont tell anyone about this.”

the way she said it was so scary, and its like a spell was casted on you and you could only utter out an

“ of course mam”

i guess from her standpoint, she made sense

“ i just dont understand why Mrs. Seo chose you out of all the people”

“ we’ve already gon over this hyunjin”

“ yeah yeah, its cause youre the smartest of the class-”

hyunjin continues to talk however you’ve tuned him out as your eyes went to focus on changbin, himself

greeting the rest of his friends, an actual smile on his face, much different from the changbin you encountered a couple minutes ago

he gets up on his motorcycle and was about ready to put his helmet on when he felt someone staring at him ( i told yall, tYpiCAl bad boy )

he whips his head around in quick search for the culprit

and for the second time that day, you found yourself looking in the dark brown eyes of the the one and only, seo changbin

his smile quickly disappearing once he found your eyes

putting on his helmet whilst still maintaining the eye contact, he quickly drove away and you can't help but continue to just watch his figure retreat to the size of a dot until he was completely away from your line of vision

the next day - friday

you were in the library, seated in the table changbin used the day before

unlike yesterday, you were there dummy early

exactly 30 minutes before the actual tutoring session

he wasn't going to get away this time

finally , the chair across from you gets occupied, a backpack loudly flopping its way unto the table

he doesn't say a word,

he doesn't even look at you

he just sits there, staring at the table between you guys

“uhm, i think we got on the wrong foot yesterday, im y/n”

you say, a wide smile on your face, trying to change the atmosphere

he scoffs at this

‘omyfuckinggod who does he think he is’

‘im gonna fucking murder this kid’

‘his mom was right when he said he needed to change’

as much as you wanted to just punch him in the face, you plastered a small smile on your face instead

“should we start?” you continue

“i guess”

for the next hour, you learn that changbin doesn’t even need tutoring

he was definitely smarter than he lead on

he knew the answer to every single question you asked and didnt even seem like he was trying

“uhmm, changbin can i ask you something?”

he just nods at you, urging you to go on

“are you failing your class on purpose?”

and with that he stands up, giving you a small smirk, “i think this session is over,”

“i-okay- i-i’ll see you on monday!” you say even though he was already a good 5 feet away from you

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as you laid in your bed that night, you wondered why the boy chose to fail his class

but no matter what scenario you could think of, you just cant understand it

is this what privileged people do ?

they know that they can get away with anything so they dont even try ?

‘aish, why am i thinking about him,’

‘y/n stop it’

‘ahhhhh’

you tried forcing yourself to sleep, to completely shut off all thoughts

but damn that stupid smirk on his face just keeps reappearing

and with that you slapped your pillow unto your face, not at all excited for the days to come

saturday night - 9 pm

to be honest, you weren't the type to go out on a saturday night

however you stayed in bed the whole day binging your netflix shows that you completely forgot to run your errands

so now you're here, at the local supermarket, buying your weekly groceries

you may be asking why can't your parents just do it?

well,,,

you only live with your mom, and she was very busy running the night shift at the hospital + picking up extra shifts

so she's really never home

and when she is, she crashes right to sleep, exhausted from work

so ever since two years ago, when you turned 16, this has been the life that you were used to

you weren't complaining of course, she was only working to provide for you and your future

the least you could do is help around the house

after a good 7 minutes, you finally gathered everything that you needed

eggs, check

bread, check

peanut butter, check

a bag of hot cheetos,,,, check check and check

you nodded, proud of yourself for finishing it so fast and made your way to your car until a loud crash stops you from doing so

the next thing you know, you were being dragged into the alleyway

“1!!!!1111! I- get off of me,” you say thrashing and kicking, trying to get away

‘oh god, im gonna die tonight,’

‘if there is a god out there,, pls,,, not tonight’

‘i haven't finished my netflix series yet,, plssss’

however your thoughts were cut short when your captor whispered, “shhh, its changbin”

changbin??

chaNgbIN???

chANGBIN???

he finally turns you around, making you face him

“play along if you don't want to get hurt,”

and in one quick motion, his lips were on yours,,,

seo changbin was kissing you

your eyes open, stunned at what was happening

and then you noticed it...5 men walking around the area

and hoping that you've watched the right dramas, you pieced together what you think is happening

leading you to closing your eyes and kissing him back

which honestly caught changbin off guard, “good girls” dont react this way???

but he’d never let you know that, as he pulled you closer to him,

his arms snaking around your waist

your hands going around his neck, the grocery bag being forgotten

yall were full on making out now

too caught up with each other’s taste to even notice the 5 guys leaving

(((im really bad at writing these kinds of scenes jfc, this sounds awkward as hell pls just picture it)))

until finally after like 23823 years, you pulled away, trying to catch your breath

damn, that kiss was good

probably the best one you’ve ever had

what????

just cause you're a goody-two-shoes doesn't mean you haven't been kissed before okay,,, were not going THAT cliche

he slowly lets go of you, his eyes darting to the grocery bag on the ground

“your eggs are broken,” he says

“m-my eggs?”, you reply, still on cloud nine,

following his gaze, you snapped out of your daze

“oh, r-right, my eggs,” you say softly, a frown making its way upon your face

changbin grabs your hand, pulling you towards the grocery store

“what are you doing?”

as usual, he doesn’t reply

honestly, you should be used to this by now

he dashes around the supermarket

you were right behind him, trying to keep up with his fast paced speed

finally, he gets to his location, the egg aisle

“which one do you want?”

“what?”

“eggs, which one?” he replies

“uhm, you don't have to, i can ju-”

“i'm not doing this for you,” he replies, cutting you off

you looked at him , not knowing what he meant

‘if he wasn't doing it for me then who the fuck is he buying these eggs for, i don't see anyone else here’

sensing your dumbness he grabbed a carton of the most expensive eggs and made his way to the cashier, pulling you along

and you don't know why, or what has gotten into you, but all you could do was watch and follow

“here. were even now.” he says, before walking away, leaving you in front of the grocery store, holding a carton of eggs

monday

and now we’re back to the start of the week

which means another week of tutoring

as you waited for changbin to show up at the usual spot, you can’t help but think back to two nights ago

the feeling of his lips against yours all a distant memory yet at the same time, one that you could still remember clearly

“hey,” changbin says, breaking you out of your thoughts

“hi?” you reply, confused as to why he even greeted you in the first place

you guys do the usual, read a couple of flash cards, learn new words blah blah blah and all that boring crap that you learn in a high school English class

at one point you guys find yourself just sat in silence, and you can’t help but ask the question that’s been on your mind since Saturday night

“so who were those guys?”

“doesn’t concern you”

“uhm, the fact that you had your tongue down my mouth says otherwise,”

changbin was shocked, he wasn’t used to people responding to him the way you just did

don’t you know who he is???

he gives you one of his signature smirks, regaining his composure

“you liked my tongue being down your throat,” he says teasingly

o_O

＜(。_。)＞

excuse me what

is he flirting with you ??

what’s happening ??

“who said I did?” you say mimicking his tone, not allowing yourself to back down of this conversation

after Saturday night you told yourself that you were never going to just watch and follow

if you didn’t want the damn egg, you should’ve said something, you were so disappointed in yourself

you had your own brain, you can make your own decisions

besides you were here to be in control over him, not the other way around

“oh cmon, you’re really gonna try to refute it??” he says, the stupid smirk still evident on his stupid face

god, how you wish you could just smack it off

with your mouth

wait, who said that???

“you enjoyed it just as much as I did,” you say, knowing that if you answer then he would stop

and you were right, he completely shut his mouth and let the silence envelop you once again

“they were kids from another school,”

you look up at him, shocked that he actually answered

“why were they looking for you?”

“I may have keyed their car,” he says chuckling

“Because?”

“Isn’t that enough questions y/n?”

y/n

that was the first time he’s ever said your name

and you weren’t gonna lie, you liked how it sounded

“sorry”

“it’s fine”

“i don’t want to question it but why are you being so nice?”

“you helped me out without questioning me which means you trust me. im just returning the favor.”

“so, what im hearing is , you trust me?”

<(￣︶￣)>

“don’t make me have to say it out loud”

trust

you don’t know how you did it so quickly,

maybe the gods are at your side, but you finally got thE seo changbin to trust you

2 weeks later

you’ve been tutoring changbin just the same

same time

same table

same library

however, so much has changed

mostly the dynamic of your guys’ relationship

it was like he was a totally different person

like I said before, changbin was smart

but in these last couple of days, you realized just how smart he actually was,

he can honestly probably give you a run for your money

and because of this, your past tutoring sessions have ended up with you guys just laughing and joking around

weird, right ?

changbin and laughing ?

who would’ve thought ??

even onlookers were surprised

and everytime changbin laughed at one of your guys’ silly antics, you swear you can hear a pin drop

the whole room just becomes silent

at first, it bothered you how people were just listening in to your conversation, obviously judging the scene

but as the days went by and it seemed that changbin could care less, you started not caring either

and if you were being completely honest, you looked forward to spending time with him

when changbin was with you, it was just you and changbin, nothing else

he somehow manages to make you forget about reality

“lets ditch tutoring sessions today,” he says as soon as he took the seat next to you

“changbin, no”

“c’mon y/n, live a little”

“excuse you! I do have a life!”

“making out with your homework and watching Netflix shows 24/7 is not a life”

“okAy, now you’re just being mean,” you say, pouting at him

“im not being mean, I’m being honest,”

“yeAH and?? no one asked for your honesty,”

changbin laughs at this

lately he found himself laughing more

and for once, he didn’t mind it

you were doing something to him

and he liked it

“cmon, I’m not taking no for an answer,” he says, packing up your things

you sigh in defeat

you know that once changbin sets his mind to something, there's no changing it

so here you are, standing in front of an abandoned music building

“uhhhh, what are we doing here?”

“have you ever trespassed before?” he replies, a smug smile on his face

“nu-uh nope, no way in hell changbin!” you say, your attempt to stop this from happening

however, changbin was already making his way towards the door, completely breaking the lock

aannnndd

he was inside

“c’mon y/n,” he says reaching out his hand to yours

even though all you need to do is take two steps forward and you're officially a criminal

you were scared shitless

what happens if you get caught omg

almost like he was reading your mind, he quickly says, “y/n, ive been here over a million times and ive never gotten caught,”

“i dont know changbin”

“hm, thats too bad, i wanted to share a secret with you,” he says, a hint of playfulness in his voice before he stepped out of the building and made his way towards his motorcycle

but of course,,,

you being a nosy bitch

“wait,”

“yes?”

“lets go inside”

you guys enter the building, the rooms getting darker and darker the deeper you go (this building is huge okAY)

if you weren't shitting your pants before, you definitely are now

an abandoned building???

and its dark???

youve seen this in every scary movie out there

it never goes well

“uhm changbin,” you whisper, as you guys continue to walk

“hm”

“i-um can i hold your hand? im scared and - actually you know what its fine its dumb you dont hav-”

but before you can even finish your sentence, his hand were already laced around yours, providing you the comfort and security that you were looking for

you shut your mouth after that, just letting changbin lead the way

passing by so many rooms, each one looking the same as the other, it was starting to feel like a maze

however , changbin seemed to know exactly where to go

‘I guess he has been here over a million times’ you thought to yourself

“were here,” he says, opening the door and letting go of your hands as he reached out for the lights

not gonna lie, you were missing the way his hand felt around yours but thats not the time to think about that

“a music room?” you asked, clearly puzzled

“yeah, you might not know this about me but i can spit barsss,” he says, letting out chuckle

“eyE”

“you dont believe me huh”

“absolutely not”

“ok, watch this”

and with that he entered the recording booth, of course not after he pressed a bunch of buttons

honestly , you have no idea what he’s doing

but as soon as he put the headphones on

*cue any 3racha song because im too indecisive to choose one*

he was,,

indeed,,,

spitting bars

you could not believe your ears

who the fuck is this

you stood there, stunned at the fact the he was rapping about real shit and not something stupid and meaningless (rip wow, she is meaNinGFUL to me okAY)

after he finished rapping, the room was absolute silent

changbin felt dumb, he thought you were gonna praise him but there you were not uttering a single word,

he need you to say something ,anything,, hell, you can even laugh

he’d prefer anything over the silence

he’s literally the ‘i just showed u my dick pls respond’ meme but its like ‘i showed u my talent pls validate me’

avoiding to make eye contact with you, he walks out of the recording booth

sitting on the couch against the wall, he finally breaks the silence

“so yeah, thats a song my friends and i wrote, its stupid-”

“its not stupid.” you say quickly

“oh?”

“since when where you into this?” you ask, curiosity filling your eyes, taking the seat right next to him

“what do you mean? music?? everyone’s into music y/n” changbin retorts, not wanting to go into detail

“hhhh, you know what i mean changbin,”

changbin doesnt know why

but he wanted to share this side of him with you

maybe because you were the first person that he has ever allowed himself to be close with

or maybe it was because you stuck around him for this long, no one, besides chan and jisung were able to do that

whatever it was, he wants to keep you by his side

he figured that showing you his true self would do just that

so after having a battle with his inner thoughts, he finally says

“my dad was really into this stuff, he taught me everything i know,” changbin beamed

“oh! thats really cool, do you still make music with him?” you say, genuinely interested, youve never really heard about his dad before

“uhmm, hes not really around for me to do that,”

aaaannd,,, thats why,, god reader smh

“oh, im sorry,” you say softly, mentally slapping yourself

“no its okay, you didnt know….he passed away when i was 11”

“what happened?,,,, y-you dont have to tell me if you dont want to,” you quickly added

“I want to,” changbin says, reassuring you

“he just,,, he just died in his sleep, apparently it was a stroke,” sighing, he looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold back his tears

“you must miss him,” you say, your voice still soft

for the first time since youve met changbin, he resembled a piece of glass

so fragile

he was giving you a piece of him, letting you see clearly a part of who he was

and all you wanna do is make sure that you won’t break that piece

“he built this studio...wanted to start his own music company,” he continued as you sat there just listening to him

“my mom hates it though, she stopped funding this place as soon as she can,”

the mention of his mom suddenly brought you back to the deal that you have made 2 weeks ago

and god, you felt guilty

you were here, trying to change him, when nothing should be changed

sure seo changbin had a bad reputation but he is not bad

he’s just protective is all

to be honest, he was one of the kindest, gentlest soul you have met

“i promised myself that i would continue our dream, for him and me, but mostly for him,”

“i-is that why youre failing your classes?” you ask, everything finally piecing together

“huh?”

“you dont care about school because you already know what you want to do...where you want to be”

“hm, you truly are a smart girl y/n,” he says before nodding and flashing you a smile

those words

so similar to the ones his mom has given you

but this time you weren't in the mood to pat yourself in the back

because shit, this is thE dumbest thing you've ever done in your life

after hearing this, you made up your mind, you werent gonna partake in this deal anymore

if you were really as smart as everyone says, you can get into the school you want without any problem

sure it won't be free, but your mom aint working her ass off during her nightly shifts for nothing

and so, right when you go to school tomorrow, you were determined to end it

you’d still tutor changbin, you just won't accept any of the perks that came along with it

“thank you for sharing this with me,” you say genuinely, a smile creeping unto your face

“thank you for caring enough to listen,” changbin replies, his smile getting wider

and then it hits you,

“wait, so you mean to tell me that this is YOUR studio all along??”

and at this changbin lets out the loudest laugh

and you can't help but mirror his actions

1 week later

oof, that time jump, i thought you were gonna end it the next day reader

welp,,

you work hard, but somehow satan, aka the author, works harder

Mrs. Seo had to leave for two weeks, attending board meetings around the country, and whatever principals do,,, i'm too lazy to research what they actually do

╥﹏╥

and so you spent another week, with seo changbin by your side

one week down, another to go

and when that day comes, you can finally freely hang out with him without all the guilt eating you up

this week you guys even hung out outside of the library

you’ve been with him so much, even your friends have started to notice it

“y/n, are you coming with us to the movies,” felix asks

“oh,, umm sorry guys, i cant,”

“who else are you gonna be with? i thought we were your only friends,” minho pointed out, a pout on his face

“with changbin of course,” hyunjin hissed, obviously upset that you have been pushing them to the side

“ i can hang out with anyone that i want,” you argued, really not having any of his attitude

“ you shouldnt hang out with people like him,” hyunjin retorted

you scoffed, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i mean blink once if youre being held captive” hyunjin joked, as the rest of the table snickered

however, you didn't find it funny,

who were they to talk about changbin like that??

they didnt even know him

and so you stood up, leaving all your friends calling out for you

-------------

walking to the table, you flopped down on your chair, slamming your backpack on the floor

“what's got you in such a bad mood?” changbin asks

“nothing,” you huffed, getting your materials out of your backpack

you didn't want to tell changbin that your best friends think hes the devil himself and didn't want you around him

meanwhile , changbin was annoyed

it seems like he's shared so much with you since the music room yet he still barely knows anything about you

he wondered that maybe you didn't want to be in his life the way he wanted to be in yours

but fuck it, he’s just gonna spend the time he has with you enjoying it rather than filling his mind with negative thoughts

but damn, you're frown was really bothering him

“y/n,” he says, calling out to you

no response

“y/n,” he continues, poking you on the elbow

still no response

“y/n”

You sigh, looking up at him, an emotionless expression on your face, you responded with a strong, “what.”

*insert changbin doing aegyo*

and with that , you lost it

you were an absolute madman

you never expected that the one and only seo changbin

notorious badboy

would ever do aegyo

all because you had a stupid frown on yourself

you laughed so loud

changbin doing the same as soon as your melodic laugh hit his ears

which resulted to you guys being kicked out of the library

-------------

“ i cant believe you got me kicked out of my favorite place,” you say, seated in a booth inside the ice cream parlor near your guys’ school

another one of changbins ideas

“ hey its not my fault you laugh like a hyena!” he says smiling before you threw a curled up paper tissue at his face

a couple of seconds later, after your laughter has died down

“ so, you want to tell me now why you were in such a sour mood?”

you knew that if you werent gonna tell him now that would still end up finding out about it from someone else

and so you came clean

“ its just my friends,,,, they dont think youre a good influence, wants me to stop hanging out with you” you say

“ oh,”

“ but dont worry!, i didnt listen to them, i actually told them off,” you confessed

“ why didnt you listen to them? theyve been your friends longer than youve known me?” he asks

“ because they dont know you” you reply, “and im sure if they did, they would also be friends with you”

as much as he appreciated the way you stood up for him, he didnt want you going through all that trouble

‘god, what did he even do to deserve an angel like you,’ changbin thinks to himself

“ don't tell them off next time,” he grunted

“ wh-what?”

“ everything they say about me is true”

“ changbin, no its not”

“ honestly y/n it doesnt bother me so dont let it bother you”

“ why doesnt it bother you?” you ask, wanting to know the reason

“ because its high school. after this, literally no one would care anymore. and then real life starts, people move on and worry about bigger things, things that actually matter more than the status quo. let them say what they say.”

and just like every other time, changbin has left you stunned

the arrival of Ms. Seo - tuesday

a week has passed since the ice cream parlor

and Ms. Seo was back in town

this was it

the day you finally put a halt to it

and you were beyond ready

you haven't seen changbin all day

you figured that since his mom was back then he was also back to avoiding the school like it was a plague

you entered Ms. Seos room, determined

“Ms. Seo -”

She puts a hand up to her lips, signaling you to be quiet

‘bitch omygod i literally cant keep doing this any longer,’

‘its already been over a month’

so you ignored her warning

“im not doing this deal anymore. I’ll still tutor changbin but I won’t change him,,,, and you can keep your stupid money,” you let out, releasing all the bottled up emotions

“is that all,”she replies

“yes”

“then you may leave”

what???

it was that easy????

you thought she was gonna stop you, force you to hold your end of the bargain

if you knew it would’ve been this easy then you wouldn’t have worried over it so much

but you don’t know a lot of things

and you certainly didnt know that changbin was on the other line

later that day

you’re seated in the library

usual place, usual time, waiting for the one and only seo changbin, yet he never showed

you didn’t think much of it

‘maybe he just forgot’ you tell yourself

the next day - wednesday

here you were again, waiting for him

still nothing

you try and think of reasons why he wouldn’t show up two days in a row and can really only think of one - maybe his mom told him that he didn’t need tutoring anymore?

but surely, he would tell you

right ???

sure you guys started off on the wrong foot but you were friends now

at least you thought so

you decided to just give him the benefit of the doubt

‘maybe he’s just busy’

2 days later - friday

you’ve tried everything you can do to get a hold of changbin

all your calls went straight to voicemail

texts were left on delivered

you didn’t even see him around school anymore

it was like your worlds never collided and he was never a part of yours

you were starting to get worried, what if he got himself into trouble

“look who decided to show her face,” hyunjin comments as you took the seat next to him

ever since the day you guys had your argument, you have never been able to talk to him about it

“im not in the mood,” you reply,

hyunjin sensing that you were exhausted,

“hey,” he says softly, “what’s wrong?”

“nothing”

“y/n please, we’ve been friends for over 3 years, you don’t need to lie to me”

“aren’t you mad at me?”

“no. im upset that you’ve been pushing us to the side for your little boy toy but im not mad,” he says giving you a soft smile

hhhhh, it was times like these you remember why he was your best friend

hyunjin was just so thoughtful, so caring

you return the smile he gave you as you pulled him in for a tight hug

“I’m sorry hyunjin”

“it’s okay, im sorry too, now tell me what’s wrong?”

“it’s just changbin-“

“I swear to god, if he even laid a finger on you he’s a dead man”

“no!” you say quickly putting an end to his assumption

“so what happened?” he asks, eyebrows going up in sheer curiosity

and then you told him

you told him about the deal with Ms. seo

about how your relationship with changbin changed along the way

how you ended the deal

and now we’re back to changbin and ignoring you

“damn, well have you tried actually going to him?”

“i wouldnt even know where -”

and then it hits you

the abandoned music building

“hyunjin, youre a genius!!!,” you say excitedly

“thanks, we been knew”

“ i have to go ill explain later, bye!!” you say, dashing out of there as fast as you could and made your way to the abandoned building

taking the bus there gave you time to reflect on everything that has happened this past couple month

how much your life has changed since changbin entered it

he pushed you to take risks, to live out of your comfort zone, to not care about other people’s opinions

he made you feel free

and most importantly, he made you happy

the good girl has fallen for the bad boy, i told yall this was gonna be cliche right?

continuing on

just as you expected, the door was open

the dark didnt even bother you anymore, the only thing in your mind was changbin

oh,, where could he be??

could you ever find your way into this maze of a building and retrace the steps that he took when he was by your side?

as you got deeper and deeper into the building, you feel yourself start to get lost

‘fuck i already saw this door’

‘omg y/n did you really just walk in a circle’

and then you hear it

music, singing

your nightingale

you walk faster, desperate to get to the voice

and here you are now, face to face with the one and only, seo changbin

he stops singing as soon as he saw you walk in

“hey,” you whisper out yet he continued to just stand there, not uttering a single word

“your voice is really pretty, i didnt know you could sing!-”

“what do you want?” his voice, dark and firm just like the day you first met him

This caught you off guard

Did you do something wrong?

“Did i do something wrong?” you say, not aware that you have said your thoughts out loud

changbin chuckles but it was so uninviting, like he was taunting you

“ please, drop the act”

?????

“what?” you reply, completely confused

“ you dont like me ”

“ changbin, what?”

“ you're just like everyone else”

“ changbin i really dont understand pl-”

“ i shouldn't have trusted you.”

“ what?!??, no changbin, you can trust me! just tell me whats wrong!”

all the while, you guys were still talking with a glass between the two of you

ironic, since you felt like a wall has been planted around changbin and you cant reach him

“ you think i should change”

“ no”

“ what do you mean no? I heard you y/n! I heard what you told my mom, i heard about the stupid deal, the stupid money!”

(⊙…⊙,)

“ changbin, let me explain”

“ i know im known as the bad boy y/n, but you… youre even worse than me”

“ changbin.”

“ youre a monster”

and with hearing those words, the tears that you have been so desperately trying to keep just bursted out like a waterfall

changbin too, has let out his tears

and all we got now are two broken people who can clearly see each other yet are still on opposite sides of the glass

“ you're just like everyone out there that you have resented, you judged me by other people’s words, i thought- i thought that i can finally found someone i could open up to but you never even gave me chance from the beginning”

you let him talk without interrupting him

you deserved the ache you were feeling in your heart

everything he said was true

and with that he breaks down, straight to the floor, back against the wall, hugging his knees

and all you could do was watch, until you couldn't take it anymore

you finally entered the recording booth , taking a seat on the floor right next to him, mimicking his broken figure

“im sorry”

silence

you looked up at the ceiling as you sighed

he deserves an explanation

“ yes, i took the deal, but that's because i thought i needed it changbin. I may be smart, but financially my family isn't doing well. my mom already works extra shifts but it still won't be enough. my dad isnt even in the picture, i dont know where the hell he is”

and with this, changbins head slowly perks up, looking at you with his glass-like eyes, as you continued to stare at the ceiling

you were finally opening up to him

just like how he has been doing

“ i took the deal because, you’re right, i judged you, i was stupid and i never expected us to actually be friends, clearly i was wrong. you have taught me so much. you have pushed me into doing things i never thought i could do. you made me see the world in a different way.”

he’s still just listening to you when you finally took your eyes away from the ceiling and faced him

“ i understand if you dont want to see me anymore but i cant leave you knowing that i never got to say this,” you continue, afraid of the results that were about to come

“ what else are you hiding from me?” he says, but this time, he says it softly, the furious changbin that you have encountered just minutes ago was completely gone

“ i think im in love with you,” you say, quickly looking down, embarrassed at your confession

“ y/n look at me,”

“ i dont want to”

“ why?”

“ i know you're gonna break my heart”

“ you broke mine first,” and with that he lifted your chin up, making you look him straight into his eyes before kissing you

this kiss was different from your first one

it was slow but passionate, filled with all of the unsaid words between the two of you

your guys lips both slightly chapped from all the crying

yet his lips still felt like the softest pair against yours

pulling away, changbin leans his forehead against yours, his eyes closed

yours were open though, taking the sight all in before you pulled away, wiping away his left over tears

“ god, were a mess,” he finally says out loud, before he pulled you in a tight hug

“ im sorry,” you say again

“ i’ll forgive you if you promise to continue tutoring me?”

“ what ?”

“ continue the deal, get the money”

“ changbin, i really don't want to do that”

“ i know you dont. but we have to finesse my mom somehow,” he says, bursting into a smile, clearly joking

…

“eYE,,, i cannot believe you right now! You can't be serious!”

“ but i am. go back into her office tell her you’ll continue it and get the money for your education.”

“changbin! stop joking! I already feel bad about it!”

“Okay fine i just like it when you tutor me okay, its kinda sexy” he says

playfully slapping him, you guys laugh, the tension in the air finally gone

“ you know if you didnt buy me those eggs, we wouldnt be here by now,” you say, a small smile on your face

“ hmm, and why?”

“ because those eggs were the first time i realized that the most notorious bad boy, the one and only Seo Changbin, can also be soft,”

“ do not use my name and soft in the same sentence ever again,”

“ what are you gonna do about it?” you reply, taunting him

and so

he pulled you into another kiss

and another

until a series of laughter coming from the both of you interrupted it

“im glad i bought you those eggs”

hhhhhhh this ending is so rushed and so bad i just didnt wanna leave it unfinished

ALSO IM SEEING STRAY KIDS BITCHES!!!!!,,,,,, MY SEAT HELLA FAR BUTS ITS OKAY BECAUSE ILL STILL BE THERE ╭(′▽`)╭(′▽`)╯

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bangtanoneshotsx · 5 years

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Reaction-Cravings

Namjoon-

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows as Namjoon fried cubes of bacon, a bowl of ice cream beside him. “What are you...?” Yoongi asked, grabbing a drink from the fridge. Sighing, Namjoon turned off the stove, shaking his head. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.” Curious, Yoongi stayed in the kitchen, his face screwing up with disgust as Namjoon placed the bacon cubes in the same bowl as the ice cream. Turning to see the eldest rapper, Namjoon gave a chuckle. “Told you you didn’t want to know.” With his bottled water in his hand, Yoongi followed the leader into the living room. Throwing himself onto the space between you and Taehyung, Namjoon passed you the bowl which you took gratefully, your eyes closing in delight as you took your first bite. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders Namjoon looked to Yoongi who could only give a knowing smile.

Seokjin-

Namjoon waited patiently, a pen in his hand as he read over the words written on the sheet of paper on the table in-front of him. “Right. Anything else?” The six men looked at each other, going through every demand they had through their head. The list for their dressing room was never large, but there was always some random candy someone was obsessed with at the time. The list would be sent to the managers who would try and get everything they could. Namjoon hummed, giving a final nod before he placed the pen down. Starting to let the boys leave their short meeting. “Wait!” Jin exclaimed, finally remembering something he needed on the list. “Apple pie. I don’t think the brand matters but put that as the most important.” Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, finding it unfair that Jin was trying to gain importance. “Your thing isn’t more important just ‘cause you’re the oldest.” The youngest huffed, his arms folded across his chest. Jin gave a sigh, shaking his head before he quietly spoke. “It’s for Y/N. She’s been craving apple pie recently and seeing as she’s going to be with us, I thought it would be best.” Jin watched as the room fell silent, giving a laugh as Namjoon looked to the youngest who simply nodded, allowing Namjoon to write it down, underlining it twice.

Yoongi-

“It’s winter.” Yoongi stated as though his long, black trench coat, black beanie, black scarf that covered his whole neck and the way his breath came out in a swirl of mist, wasn’t enough for clues. You huffed, rolling your eyes as you dropped a hip. “I know. But I don’t think they care.” You spoke, placing your hands tenderly on your small bump. Yoongi’s eyes softened before taking out his wallet, taking your hand, starting to walk in the direction of the deserted ice cream parlor. He couldn’t help but give a grin as you stood infront of the counter, your nose practically against the glass as you tried to decide on a flavour. His heart pratically melting as you placed your hands on your bump, tilting your head down so you could speak to it. “What flavour do you want hmm? I was thinking chocolate, does that work?” You gave a nod, turning to face Yoongi who just watched you with a grin. “What?” Shaking his head, Yoongi replied ‘nothing.’ “Happy?” Yoongi asked, giving a chuckle as you took another bite of your ice cream, nodding enthusiastically. Placing his head on his hand, Yoongi stared out the window, spotting the couple walking down the street opposite to the store. “See that?” Yoongi spoke, nodding his head in the direction of the couple. “That’s the sensible thing to have in Winter. Hot drinks, something to warm you up, not something that makes sure you freeze to death.” You shrugged your shoulders, taking an exaggerated bite of your ice cream.

Hoseok-

Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, seeing no peanut butter jar, Hoseok closed the cupboard, deciding to ask one of the boys if they had placed it in another random cupboard in the kitchen. “Don’t tell me.” He spoke, stopping in his tracks as he entered the living room, only to find Taehyung, a peanut butter jar in one hand and a spoon in the other. Taehyung looked to the rapper, confusion and shame covered his face. “Please tell me there’s some left.” His eyes flickering into the tub, Taehyung gulped before slowly shaking his head. Hoseok groaned, running a hand through his hair as he tried to think of a quick solution. “Sorry hyung, I didn’t know you wanted some. I’m sure we can buy some tomorrow.” Hoseok shook his head, giving a frustrated sigh. “I need it now.” “Why? I don’t think an empty jar of peanut butter is that serious.” Hoseok opened his mouth to explain, but before he could, you entered the living room after deciding Hoseok was taking too long, your small bump obvious in the crop top you wore. “Did you find the peanut butter?” You asked softly. Hoseok shook his head. “No, someone ate it.” Hoseok spoke watching as you turned your head to see Taehyung on the sofa, still with the empty jar in his hand. Tears welled up in your eyes as your bottom lip began to quiver, placing your hands on your stomach. Taehyung’s eyes widened before he jumped up and raced out of the dorm, wallet in hand, muttering about buying as many peanut butter jars he could find.

Jimin-

“Do you think they have chocolate cake on the plane?” You quietly asked your husband as you looked up at him from your place in his arms. Jimin looked down to see your mouth in a small pout, scared of his answer. “Probably not. Why?” “I’m craving chocolate cake.” You answered, shifting in your husbands arms so you could see the screen in front of you better. “How long ‘till we land?” Jimin shrugged, not bothering to check on the airplane’s mini tv in-front of him. “Probably about three hours.” You groaned, your lips forming a bigger pout as desperation filled your eyes. “Do you think we can find a cake shop when we land?” Jimin gave a gentle smile, running his hand along your arm in a reassuring manner. He knew that there would be no cake stores open at 5am, but he also knew he wanted to give you the world, including a chocolate cake that would be near impossible to find. “We can do anything you want.” Feeling content with that answer, you closed your eyes, trying to fall asleep. Jimin and you both wished the other members a goodnight before entering your hotel door key, turning on the lights. “We can go out to look in a couple of minutes. I’m just saying we have to put our luggage away first.” Jimin hanged back as you entered the living area of the hotel room. A smile arrived on his lips as a gasp filled the room. “I love you so much.” You stated, looking up to your husband, who came to sit next to you, laughing as you already had a fork in your hand, already digging into the chocolate cake he ordered.

Taehyung-

Taehyung gave a laugh as Jungkook chased Jin around the dance studio, trying to get the candy he was eating back. Seeing as Jin was the eldest, everyone allowed him to annoy the youngest. What Jin forgot however, was the strength the maknae had. With one big push, a yelp emitting from the oldest as he stumbled backwards, Jungkook grinning as he dug into the packet, an arrogant grin on his face. Suddenly, a thud came from Taehyung’s bag as Jin fell against it. “What the...” Furrowing his eyebrows, Jin looked to Taehyung confusion written all over his face. “What’s in there?” Taehyung sighed, before opening his bag, pulling out a jar of cherries. “It’s for Y/N.” He mumbled, blush covering his cheeks. “She’s been craving them recently so it’s always safe to have them nearby.” As if to prove his point, you entered the dance studio, just back from the bathroom, your eyes lighting up as you spotted the jar in Taehyung’s hand. “I love you.” You commented, a grin on your face as you waited patiently whilst Taehyung opened the jar, passing it to you. He gave a laugh as you popped a cherry in your mouth. Looking around the studio, you noticed the seven men staring at you, there mouths quivering into a smile. “What?”

Jungkook-

“Jungkook.” You hissed, nudging your husband. Groaning, Jungkook mumbled something before inching away from you, pulling the covers with him. “Jungkook!” Letting out a sigh, he gave in, turning to face you, still keeping his eyes closed..

“What?”

“We’re out of pickles.” Shifting again, Jungkook placed a hand under his head.

“That’s great.” Giving a huff, you poked him on the shoulder once more. Jungkook opened one eye to reveal your pouting face hovering over him. Sighing, he sat up properly, running a hand through his hair as he widened his eyes, trying to get rid of the sleep.

“What time is it?” He asked, his voice still groggy. Knowing you were going to get your way, you grinned before answering.

“3am.” Jungkook groaned, slamming his head back into the pillow. After a few seconds of silence, Jungkook gave a reluctant sigh.

“What do you want?”

“Pickles please.” You grinned, slipping back into bed. You watched as Jungkook stumbled around the bedroom, slipping on any old t-shirt before grabbing his keys.

“Thank you!” You shouted, getting a grumble and a wave of a hand in response.

~~~~

Through half open eyes, Jungkook dragged his heels through the supermarket, giving a small smile at the cashier. His heart leaping in joy as he finally found pickles in the third store he looked in. The jar slammed down onto the counter as Jungkook opened his wallet, finding any note that would cover the cost before walking out, too tired to care about getting his change.

~~~~~

Bending down quickly to greet the small dog that woke up to Jungkook closing the front door, he quickly entered the bedroom to find you still sitting up, your eyes half closed and your head dropping every few moments only for you to be jolted awake.

“Jungkook.” You murmured, your eyes widening as you spotted the plastic bag in his right hand. “Is that?” He nodded, taking the jar out the bag and giving it to you, before lying beside you.

“Give it to me.” He grumbled, sighing as he saw you struggle to open the jar. Passing the jar back to you, Jungkook allowed himself to slide further under the blanket finally closing his eyes again, a small smile on his lips as you whispered a ‘thank you.’

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seabasstrash · 5 years

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Peanut Butter Eggs~ B.B.

Word Count- 2065

Warnings- fluff

A/N- This is for @buckysforeverprincess Hop Into Spring 3k challenge!! I so LOVED writing this one!! My prompt was “I can’t believe you’ve never had a peanut butter egg!” It is bolded in the story. This is my first writing challenge so I hope you enjoy it!!

It was almost Easter time and you were getting everything prepared in the Avengers tower. You had asked around to see what everyone’s plans were for Easter and when most of them said they were just going to be hanging around that day you decided that you would plan a little dinner for everyone.

You also decided that you were going to have an Easter egg hunt since you knew most of them had never done an Easter egg hunt and you had to do one at least once in your life. So before you did anything, you made a list of everything you needed to get to get ready for this. You had talked with Tony and he was all for it, he even gave you one of his credit cards to pay for everything. Which you weren’t complaining about at all.

You finished making your lists and grabbed your jacket and purse and were just about out the door when you hear someone yelling your name.

“Y/N! Hey, wait up!” You hear that deep scruffy voice that you have fallen in love with. Then you see him as he comes around the corner. You couldn’t help the smile that lights up your face as you see Bucky come jogging towards you. In the few months that you had been here, you had fallen in love with this man. He wasn’t a man of many words, but then again neither were you. That’s what drew you to him in the first place.

“Hey what’s up?” You ask him with a smile on your face.

“I was just coming to see if you wanted some help?” He questions.

“Uhh.. sure…” You say, not really sure how to respond since you and Bucky hadn’t spent a lot of time together before.

He smiles at you and walks onto the elevator. You couldn’t help the blush that forms on your cheeks from being so close to Bucky in a small space like this. You hoped he didn’t really notice. It was silent the rest of the way down to the garage where the cars were. You didn’t really know what to say to Bucky. Especially when every time you tried to say something the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth. So you just didn’t say anything.

You finally made it the garage and you pulled out your keys for your car. Bucky snatched them out of your hand and grinned at you.

“I’m driving.” Was all he said as you just looked at him kind of shocked at what had just happened.

“Ok then.” You whisper to yourself and head to your car where Bucky was waiting for you so he could open the car door for you. “Such a gentleman.” You thought to yourself, at least that’s what you thought happened.

“Can’t help it when a pretty lady is involved.” Bucky mumbles.

You just look up at him with wide eyes and you just knew your cheeks were turning the darkest red shade. Apparently your mouth didn’t know when to not talk because you said that out loud.

He just chuckles as you get in the car and he shuts the door and runs to the other side to get in himself. “Where to first?” He asks you.

“Well, just the supermarket, at least for now.” You say pulling your list out and making sure that was all that you needed. “We may have to stop at a drugstore to see if they have any Easter themed things, if we don’t find everything at the supermarket.”

“Sounds good.” He pulls out of the garage and heads in the direction of the supermarket. “So what’s on the list?” He asks after several minutes of awkward silence.

“Well, we need all the food to make dinner, then I want to do an Easter egg hunt as well, so we will need plastic eggs and all kinds of candy like kitkat’s, Reese's peanut butter eggs, et. cetera. Then I also want to get stuff to color eggs too!” You say getting excited as you pull out a pen to add that to the list as well.

“What is a Reese's peanut butter egg??” Bucky looks at you questioningly.

“What do you mean ‘what is a reese’s peanut butter egg’?? Have you never had a peanut butter egg??” You ask him incredulously.

“Ummm… nooo…” Bucky says slowly not sure why it’s such a big deal that he hasn’t had one before.

“I can’t believe you’ve never had a peanut butter egg!!” You exclaim loudly.

“What? You act like it’s some kind of sin that I’ve never had one!” Bucky says.

“THAT’S BECAUSE IT IS! There is no way that you have gone your whole life without having one of these, I refuse to believe that.” You state trying to calm down.

“Well, you better believe it doll face, because I’ve never had one before.”

“Ok, well we will remedy that as soon as we get to the supermarket.” You state matter of factly.

You guys pull up to the supermarket and park the car and get out. Bucky grabs the shopping cart so that you can focus on marking the things off the list and finding exactly what you need. As soon as you got inside you headed straight for the chocolate aisle and found the peanut butter eggs. You grabbed a bag and started to open it so that Bucky could try one.

“Whoa whoa whoa what are you doing Y/N? You can’t just open a bag in the store before paying for it!”

“Oh relax, oldie, I’m going to buy it anyway. These are my favorite candy so I’m getting more than enough so I can have my own bag.” You look up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes.

“Excuse you, I am no oldie!” He gripes as you hand him one of the peanut butter eggs.

“Says the 102 year old man standing in front of me.” You tease him some more.

“Rude.” He says as he opens the peanut butter egg and sticks in his mouth. He chews down and you can see on his face that it is the best thing he’s ever eaten.

“See! I told you so!” You sass.

“I don’t know how I’ve gone this long without eating one of these, but holy, this is the best candy I’ve ever eaten!” He exclaims.

“I know! Now let’s keep going otherwise we are going to be here all day.” You turn around and grab a few more bags of peanut butter eggs and the rest of the candy that you needed to fill eggs and to have sitting in bowls around the Avengers tower.

You continued on through the supermarket teasing Bucky about different things. It took you a good few hours to get everything that you thought you would need for the Easter celebration and by the time you were done you were starving.

You got the car loaded with everything and then hopped in the passenger seat. “You hungry?” you ask Bucky once he gets in the car.

“Yes. Do you wanna stop somewhere and get some food?” He asks looking over at you.

“Yes! I’m starving, but we can’t be long because I don’t want the candy to melt.” You say getting excited about food, because you LOVED food.

“That’s fine, we’ll just stop at a Wendy’s and grab something quick and then head back.”

“Ugh, yes, I love Wendy’s!” You grin at him.

“I know…” He says and you see his cheeks turn a little red. You just smile and look out the window for the rest of the drive. It wasn’t a long one, which you were thankful for, because you could get quite hangry sometimes.

Bucky pulled into the parking lot and you both got out of the car. As you start heading inside you get more and more excited because you loved Wendy’s frosty’s, especially when you had fries to dip in it. You both ordered your food and waited for it to come out.

You sat and talked about the most random things while you ate. You couldn’t help the smile that was permanently on your face while you talked. You got to know each other more and more and you were hoping this wasn’t just a one time thing. You finished eating fairly quickly and then headed back to the tower. Bucky helped you carry all the bags into the kitchen, you both laughing at something that Bucky had said about Sam being a stupid bird man.

You got everything put away with the help of Bucky. Then you grabbed your bag that had the extra peanut butter cups and headed up to your room to stash them away from everyone else.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going with those!” Bucky states as he follows you up the stairs.

“I’m taking them and putting them in a safe place so that no one else can steal them.” You state matter of factly, heading towards your room. Bucky still follows you expecting to know where you stash the candy so he can have some too.

“Nuh uh uh, you don’t get to know where I hide it either, sneaky.” You say pushing him out of the doorway and closing your door. No one was allowed to touch your stash of peanut butter eggs or there would be hell to pay.

Later that night you were asleep in your room when you heard a strange noise. You slowly opened your eyes and kept as still as possible. You were trying to figure out who or what was in your room. You reached under your pillow and grabbed the knife you kept there for instances like this. You slowly pulled out the knife and sat up as quietly as you could. You walked over to the doorway and opened the door as quietly as possible. You stepped out into the hallway and made your way to the kitchen where you heard the noise. You peaked around the doorway into the kitchen and the sight made you gasp.

“Bucky!? What the heck!!?? You scared the shit out of me!” You yell at him. He hadn’t heard you come down the hallway, even with his super hearing so when you yelled at him he jumped and dropped the bag of candy that was in his hand.

He slowly turns around and faces you with a sly grin on his face. “Sorry doll, couldn’t help myself, needed more of those peanut butter eggs.”

You groan at him not very happy at being woken up from your sleep because he wanted more peanut butter eggs. “You woke me up because you wanted freaking peanut butter eggs! You better be glad that I like you too much otherwise I would have used this knife on you!” You exclaim very loudly, not realizing that you had just told Bucky that you liked him.

Bucky just stared at you for a second trying to process what you had just said. Once you realized what you said your eyes got really big and you just stood there with your mouth open trying to figure out what to say. Bucky takes a step closer to you and keeps getting closer until he is as close as he could be.

“Did… did you… just say you liked me?” He whispers, his voice so close that it gives you shivers.

“Ummm… maybe….” You breath out trying to not show the quiver in your voice at having him so close to you. He reaches his hand up and caresses your cheek, making your heart beat faster than it ever had before. You’re sure he could hear your heart beating, but you could only focus on the feeling of his hand on your cheek.

He starts leaning towards you and soon enough you feel his lips on yours. Your hands come up and wrap around his neck, running your fingers through his hair The kiss deepens as you both get into the kiss more. Soon enough you’re pushed up against the closest wall as the kiss gets more heated.

You pulled away to catch your breath. Bucky rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavy. “I like you too, by the way.” Bucky says as he leans in to kiss you again.

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mochiwa4 · 6 years

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Kacchako Fanfic

Title: Flour, or Flower?

Pairing: Bakugou/Uraraka

Summary: Bakugou’s always the best cook, Uraraka’s always looking to save money. Are store bought goodies really better than his Gordon Ramsay chef skills?

Notes: Check out my Wattpad account for other drabbles and fanfics at queen_random1!

No matter how much respect Bakugou had for the short, certainly not fragile, more like I'll kick your ass without any warning, stubborn brunette, she was like an airhead floating in space when it came to cooking.

Absolutely oblivious. It's like she used her quirk on her brain and it subconsciously floated into space, and her body hasn't realized she needed to mentally say release before noticing she was doing a shit job.

It all started when they'd gone to the supermarket to go shopping for food, and for some fucking reason, Uraraka's tastebuds were craving for anything chocolate-related. She always did, gods did it annoy him, but today was extra-apparent.

Fuck, he teased her by saying her name as Ocha-colate because she was practically named by something edible she loved other than mochi.

"Baku-babe, can we get these? I'm craving them so bad," Uraraka said, not bothering to wait to toss some cheap-ass chocolate chip cookies over her shoulder into the cart.

No way in hell.

Bakugou sneered, a disgusted trance on his face. "You're fucking with me, right round-face? Put that crap back."

She crossed her arms, not bothered by his tone at all. In fact, either completely oblivious or all in all ignoring it. "They're not bad, they're inexpensive. And I want chocolate, I've stuck to my healthy diet without cheating for five days now."

Bakugou scoffed and wondered how in the hell she could be proud of that. He made her start eating right around four months ago, and he always caught her eating a peanut butter cup or cup noodles behind his back.

"I should be impressed? Think again, those probably taste like shit and we're not getting any chocolate. Got it?"

He lowered his eyes as a spark glistened in her own, a finger gently tapping her lip. She was onto something, she always did that when some stupidly fucking idea popped into that brain of hers. "Not even ingredients to make cookies?"

His hands gripped the cart tighter. "No." As it were contaminated with food poisoning, Bakugo chucked the insulting thing back where it came from.

He started pushing the cart down the isle when he heard her voice.

"So I guess even if we got these cookies, they'd still taste better than what you'd make? I guess Katsuki Bakugou can't cook everything the best."

That damned pink-cheeked, always driving him fucking mad all the time, always challenging his ass, having an unbelievably sassy back-talking attitude bigger than himself and ego, thought that crusty-ass store bought cookies were better than his skill?

A store cart wasn't whipped around as fast as a getaway car on the highway until now, his hand grabbing her wrist tighter than handcuffs on a villain.

"I'll make the best goddamn cookies in this fucked-up world right now just to prove you wrong, so go find whatever chocolate chips you want to use and I'll get the rest."

Uraraka has a smug smile on her lips, standing on her top toes and snaking her free hand to the back of his neck, lowering him and gently kissed his cheek. "Okay," she laughed before spinning away, leaving him in another flustered, Baku-raging scene.

And now he got himself wrapped around her tiny finger, breaking her diet streak just for the sake of proving to her that store bought cookies were utter garbage compared to his.

"Pass me the fucking flour," Bakugou muttered, his eyes never leaving his hands at work.

He was already borderline about to go "KaBOOM", as she would call it, from her almost mixing in salt instead of sugar with the vanilla and eggs. The whisk more so sliced through the mixture rather than actually mixing it, but he didn't give one shit.

Bakugou scrunched his eyebrows when she giggled behind him, but still reached a hand to grab the next ingredient.

What he grabbed was definitely not a bag of flour.

"The fuck..?" He tore his eyes off the bowl, taking a glance as what exactly she'd put in his hand.

A moment of utter silence passed over, Bakugou barely believing his eyes right now. He glanced between Uraraka, who'd covered her mouth from sputtering laughs out loud, and the piece of nature he held between his fingers.

"Uraraka, what the actual shit?" He deadpanned, a wave of irritation flowing through him like fire. "What the fuck is this shit-I asked for your dumbass to pass me the flour-"

"I did pass the flower, I don't know what you're talking about," Uraraka cracked, letting out a snort while waving a hand in front of her face from the tears cornering her eyes in laughter.

In his hand was a short-stemmed, flourishing red rose, most likely from the base of red roses that occupied the small table near the window because her favorite color was red, and her favorite flower was a rose, not like there was any reason for him to know that. He's gotten them for her cause they were half off, and without a second thought her face popped in his mind.

"I didn't mean a literal shitwit, piece of Mother-fucking-Nature trash flower," Bakugou growled. "You're really an airhead if you don't know the difference between this," he gestured to the plant wedged in his hand, a couple thorns pricking his fingers, "and baking flour. So go get it."

She completely lost it.

Her sweet, joyful laughter mixed with what she'd say, unladylike snorts, rang throughout their apartment like morning chimes.

And at these priceless moments, never in his life would he admit that the joyous, infectious sound didn't annoy him all that much.

He continued his cooking project in hopes to prove her wrong, still bitter at himself for letting her have her way with him again. The waft of freshly baked cookies filled the apartment, and Uraraka's eyes were borderline glowing.

Bakugou crossed his arms with a confident smirk, awaiting for the approval that his cookies were goddamns better than anything she could buy in a store. She despised losing, loathed when he'd manage to come out on top on every single bet or fight they'd propose on a daily basis.

Bakugou 1, Airhead 0.

What he liked was that Uraraka bounced back harder than before, and he's not going to back down from serving another ass-beating and wipe the floor with her, right?

She closed the space and stood on her toes, barely kissing the sweet spot under his jaw that absolutely drove him wild. "Mmm, I guess you did prove me wrong," she hummed softly, her small hands resting gently atop his chest. "Katuski." Her soft lips grazed against his neck, feeling her smile.

Bakugou's face exploded crimson red, maybe borderline scarlet if he'd have the chance to look in the mirror. Probably comparing himself to any cookie that she would've burnt would been an understatement.

If she took L's like this to anyone else besides him, he was going to blow up everything in his sight.

"Uraraka, y-you still lost.." Bakugou growled, well, at least tried to, but his voice came out more soft like a mumble. His arms already snaked themselves around her small frame, shoving his flaming reddened face in her hair. "I'm still the fucking best and you better get that through your airborne head."

A soft and humbled laugh retorted back, shaking her head lightly. "I didn't expect anything less, too bad I broke my streak."

Or maybe he'd have to start baking more chocolatey sweets, having more of a reason to call her Ocha-colate.

He'd just make her double down on putting in extra reps during their workouts if this kept up.

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beyondlimitsonfoot · 5 years

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**Originally hiked: October 18, 2018**

Trail Data

Mileage: 9.9 miles Elevation Gain: 2,100 feet Location: Angeles National Forest Type: Out-and-back Difficulty: Moderate

What to Expect in this Guide

Aside from the road being closed to the trailhead we planned on doing, we ended up doing a tougher hike and a little bit longer.

As those of you know who usually read my posts, I have areas to which you can get a lot of more information about the hike we did. All in all, I put this area on here so that you can forward over to whichever area you would like to know more about.

Background – If you’re interested a little more about the area and some facts about the hike.

Map & Directions – See our hike on the map and directions on how to get to the trailhead below.

Weather – Definitely something you need to check before you go out on the trail.

Adventure Pass – Just a quick rundown of what pass you will need before you head out on the trail. *Pass is required to hike in this area.

Trail Camp & Water – The area has a trail camp with a water source nearby.

Maps, Books and Gear Recommendations – A great source for what maps or books to have before going out.

Hike Stats – I like to know points of interest on the trail, here are some for you to follow along when you go for the hike.

My Ramblings – This is my favorite part mostly because the pictures. Check this section out of my recollection of the hike and some photos.

Background

Mt. Hawkins sits in the Angeles National Forest (covering around 700,000 acres just outside of Los Angeles). Much of the trail from Islip Saddle up to Mt. Hawkins (8,850 ft.) is via the PCT (Pacific Crest Trail). Islip Saddle has a parking lot across the street from the trailhead.

Some nearby notable peaks that can be done in conjunction are Mount Islip, South Mount Hawkins, Middle Hawkins and Throop Peak. Have any of you done this hike with multiple peaks in the area? Let me know how in the comments below.

Map & Directions

To get to the trailhead:

Trailhead is at Islip Saddle, mile marker 64.1 on the Angeles Crest Highway. The drive is about an hour/an hour and a half away from the Los Angeles area. From downtown LA, take 110 North and merge onto I-5 North. About 7 miles later, take CA-2 N (Angeles Crest Highway) toward Glendale. Merge onto CA-2 E/I-210 E. In .4 miles take CA-2 toward La Canada Flintridge. Turn left onto Angeles Crest Hwy and drive 39.6 miles until you see a parking lot on the left at Islip Saddle. The trailhead is directly across the street.

Weather

Mt. Hawkins ~8,041 ft –> Weather.gov

Throop Peak ~ 9,138 ft –> mountain-forecast.com

Adventure Pass

There are no permits required to hike this trail.

To park your vehicle in this area, you will however need an Adventure Pass. To obtain an Adventure pass find the closest Forest Service location or go to any major sporting goods store. The fees are $5 per day or $30 annual. If you’d like to know more about the pass, read on the Forest Service Recreation Passes & Permits Website.

The Shell Station right off I-210 and CA-2 exit sells the Adventure Pass.

Trail Camp & Water

Little Jimmy Trail Camp/Little Jimmy Springs

Along this trail the only established trail camp is Little Jimmy Trail Camp. If you feel like an extra night in the area, Little Jimmy sits just 2 miles off Angeles Crest Highway. There are 16 established first-come, first-serve sites with fire rings. The campground includes vault toilets, backcountry ovens and bear boxes. The place is very popular with Boy Scout and Girl Scout troops, the two times I hiked in this area in the fall we passed by a few groups of scouts.

Angeles National Forest: Little Jimmy Trail Camp Information

Little Jimmy Springs is about a .2 miles walk away from the campground. The water usually runs year round and is super cold. This is a great spot to take a break quickly and fill up with water if you are running low on a longer hike. Always make sure you take enough water either way. We took about 3 liters of water each for 9 mile hike.

Maps, Books and Gear Recommendations

Topographic Map of Area: Trail Map Angeles High Country Map Book of Hikes in the Area: Trails of the Angeles: 100 Hikes in the San Gabriels

Gear Recommendations:

Obviously this isn’t everything I take on our hikes, check out What’s in My Backpack? for a compilation of some of the gear I have now. Some of the items I would recommend for this hike, especially colder weather:

Hiking Poles: BLACK DIAMOND Alpine Carbon Cork Trekking Poles

Headband: Adidas Woman’s Tech Headband

Fleece Gloves: Columbia Sportswear Women’s Thermarator Glove

Down Jacket: Patagonia Down Sweater

Wind Breaker: REI Co-op Rainier Rain Jacket

Some food we took on the hike:

Protein: Starkist Salmon Creations Lemon & Dill and Tuna Creations Thai Chili Style

Mayonnaise for our tuna and salmon packets: Hellmann’s Food Real-Vraie Mayonnaise – We bought a pack of 75 so that every time we go we can just pick a couple out from our hiking food bin

Soup: Lipton Soup Secrets – Chicken Noodle Soup Mix with Diced White Chicken Meat

Bars: CLIF Bar Chocolate Chip and Crunchy Peanut Butter

Bananas mmmmm

*FYI the salmon and tuna packets, Lipton soup, CLIF bars are all available at local supermarkets. I usually just buy on amazon in bulk since we go a lot and have hiking food bin. What do you keep in your hiking food bin?

Interested in gear and food ideas? See posts below for more.

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Hike Stats

Trailhead 0 miles 6,800 feet Little Jimmy Trail Camp 2.1 miles 7,450 feet Little Jimmy Springs 2.3 miles 7,500 feet Windy Gap 2.4 miles 7,588 feet Mt. South Hawkins Turnoff 4.0 miles 8,390 feet Mt. Hawkins Turnoff 4.6 miles 8,730 feet Mt. Hawkins Summit 4.8 miles 8,850 feet

My Ramblings

I used to just write this portion of the blog, but decided since I do so much research why not create some guides of the information that I gather before I go out for these hikes. Should I put my ramblings and photos first or should I keep them here at the end? You guys let me know.

Alright, let’s move on and talk about this hike. My sister and I haven’t been on a hike alone in a while; we’ve been with groups, but alone I think our last hike together was Peanut Lake, back in 2016. Is that right? I think so. Either way I was blessed to have a hike together with my sister alone in our backyard mountains up in the San Gabriel’s.

We awoke early and left the house by 6:00am. We were not much more than 10 minutes into the drive when I had to turn around to pick up the water bladder (Osprey Hydraulics Reservoir – 3 L). If we were already to far into the drive we would have just picked up 3 L of water at the store nearby. This wasn’t the only thing we forgot on the hike, just wait for it.

Arriving to the Trailhead

After exiting I-210 road to Angeles Crest highway, I remember I left my annual Adventure Pass in my car back at home. So another thing I forgot, we stopped at the Shell station to pick a day pass up ($5.00). As we were driving to go do Mt. Baden-Powell from Dawson Saddle, we arrived at a Road that was closed at Islip Saddle. Not sure how we could have avoided not knowing, but they do post road closures on the county or forest websites. Plan B, open my Angeles High Country Trail Map and find a new hike.

There are a few options at Islip Saddle, so we geared up and decided to go hike Mt. Hawkins. I remember doing it a long time ago by myself, but thought it would be nice to check out the trail again with my sister and it was a little harder hike than we had planned, huge plus there we wanted a good workout. We started up the trail around 9:00am which would give us ample time to take our time up the mountain and hang out at the top.

The first mile or two was more vertical than the rest of the trail. We passed a lot of Boys & Girls Scout groups on our way up, probably stayed at Little Jimmy Trail Camp as it’s popular for the Scout groups to camp there on weekends. Little Jimmy Camp is only about 2 miles up the trail and the trail flattens out on this portion of the hike. We continued up towards Windy Gap making good time; Windy Gap sits at about 7,588 feet and offers 360 degree views of the surround mountains and valleys. Here there are a few options, you could turn back, head up to Mt. Islip, head towards Crystal Lake Campground or head on the Mt. Hawkins Ridge Trail to summit Mt. Hawkins or even further to Throop, Burnham and Baden-Powell.

Summiting Mt. Hawkins

Our choice was to hike up to Mt. Hawkins which would make for a 2,050 foot climb total; I liked the sound of that. 11:30am we reached the summit of Mt. Hawkins. We almost missed the turnoff; stay alert there is no sign for the turnoff to Mt. Hawkins. I’m glad I was taking note of the mileage on the Garmin. Did you know Mt. Hawkins is in the 11th highest peak in the San Gabriel’s? We didn’t make the top 10 list, but that’s ok it’s a peak above 8,000 feet very good training hike for the bigger mountains. I believe I just made a challenge for myself to knock off the top 10 in the San Gabriel’s. What those are I’ll probably post later as I already have the 10,000 Feet Peaks in Southern California Challenge ahead of me.

Had to put on some warmer clothes as we were going to hang out on Mt. Hawkins for a little. We wanted to make some soup and when I opened my bag I realized that I did not pack a fuel canister into my jetboil. I usually keep one in there but since our last trip to Havasupai Falls we flew, I took it out and never put a new one in when I got back home. Are you surprised yet? That’s 3 things and counting so far that were forgotten on this hike. Instead of a warm Lipton Soup Secrets we ended up having a couple mozzarella sticks and the Starkist Creations Lemon Dill and Thai Chili Style.

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Down we went around 12:30pm so that we could hit the Newcomb’s Ranch for a snack before heading back home. We didn’t pass too many people on the way down except a couple who was doing one night up at Baden-Powell. About 1 mile from the trailhead my knee began to hurt, thanks to my sister who brought a brace I made it down in one piece. It looks like I forgot one other thing, that makes for 4 things we forgot on this hike. I should be wearing a brace every time I hike anyway so that will be added to my hiking checklist as a permanent item.

Reaching the Cars

It was about 2:30pm when we reached the cars and we changed quickly and headed down the mountain to go grab a quick bite to eat. Newcomb’s Ranch closes pretty early, so this is the first time I could actually sit inside and have a nice relaxing refreshing drink and a snack. Usually we get here as they are closing or already closed. My sister and I love these kinds of places; little gems hidden up in the mountains. Lots of motorcyclists like to end up here on their rides on the Angeles Crest Highway; we even saw some bicyclists who were brave enough to do that long ride in.

Well, I hope you enjoyed the write-up. What is the most common thing that you think most hikers (newbies or avid) forget on hikes? Let me know in the comments below. If you’ve done this hike before go ahead and comment below and let me know your experiences; I hope we can share more on here together.

Happy Adventures,

Annette – Beyond Limits on Foot

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chill-that-ur-inmyhead · 3 years

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1 - When was the last time you changed a lightbulb? myself? never I always have someone else to do it aka my dad

2 - How often do you get takeaway coffee? when I used to work in retail it was every time I went to work so twice a week for the past year but now I’m starting a new job and I will probs get takeaway coffee more often now

3 - What’s your typical order when you go to McDonald’s? What about Starbucks? McDonald’s order: BBQ chicken crispy wrap and mozzarella sticks...... I haven’t been to starbucks in ages but probably a latte and muffin

4 - Who was the last person you sent an e-mail to? my new manager confirming the job offer is still starting in January

5 - Have you ever seen the motoring programme Top Gear? Do you prefer the new “cast” or the original trio? I think the original trio had a better vibe, I don’t care for top gear but even catching some of the clips I enjoyed them

6 - Are you a fan of Louis Theroux? I have no opinion yet

7 - When was the last time you visited the dentist? What about the optician? Dentist, it has been ages, over a year due to the pandemic and opticians I last went earlier on this year in the summer

8 - Do you sleep on your side, your back or your front? left side mostly, back to change position and never on my front

9 - Would you rather drive or be the passenger? passenger although I have yet to pass my drivers test so maybe I will change my mind

10 - When was the last time you received a handwritten letter? my family and I have received various xmas cards so only a couple of weeks ago

11 - If you have pets, do you buy them gifts for Christmas or their birthdays? when I had pets I didn’t buy them anything but for future pets I would like to now that I have a job

12 - Would you be able to change a car tyre at the side of the road? haha nope, when I get my own car I will deffo look into it

13 - Have you ever been to Thailand? Would you want to go? I would love to go!!!!

14 - Have you seen a lot of the eighties “Brat pack” movies like the Breakfast Club or Sixteen Candles? yes to both

15 - Do you know how to ride a bike? How about ride a skateboard? yes to bike and I can only ride a skateboard for a few seconds before I have to jump off!

16 - When you have a drink at home, do you make sure to use a coaster? yep otherwise there will be consequences hehe

17 - When was the last time you had brain freeze? a couple of months ago I got a costa ice smoothie and OUCH never again

18 - Did you get enough sleep last night? How much sleep is enough sleep for you? yes usually 7 or 8

19 - What are your favourite condiments? Do you use those often? ketchup always, bbq sauce is a nice option

20 - Peanut butter: crunchy or smooth? Do you have a favourite brand? smooth and usually just the supermarkets own brand

21 - Do you have any life-threatening allergies? nope

22 - Have you had to take a COVID test yet? Was it positive or negative? I’ve had one and it was negative and I’ll take another one before I start my new job and hopefully that one will be negative

23 - Do you think it’s okay to keep cats indoors for their entire lives? doesn’t sound like a good idea but I don’t know much about cats

24 - Do you think people should need a license in order to keep animals, just to make sure they knew how to properly take care of them? I don’t now how much that will do, since they can still abuse the animal even after the license is obtained

25 - Have you ever had to claim on an insurance policy? Did it pay out? nope

26 - Which meal of the day is your favourite? What’s your favourite thing to eat for that meal? BRUNCH hehe and usually a full English breakfast but only for special occasions

27 - When was the last time you bounced on a trampoline? Would you ever want to go to one of those indoor trampoline parks? years ago then my parents got rid of it, I wouldn’t mind but I’m not dying to go

28 - What was the last thing you watched on TV? Is it something you’ve seen before? Bridgerton!!! New series on Netflix and I loved every bit of it, combing the modern with the period drama genre is great

29 - Do you like flavoured versions of sodas? Which ones are your favourite? nope

30 - What’s your favourite thing to put on a baked potato? cheese

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necessaryveganism · 7 years

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I have a weird question and I wish I was a troll but I'm really not. Any tips for a vegan who is allergic to most fruit, all kinds of nuts and almonds in ANY form (like lethally allergic) and also sensitive to anything soybased? i feel like I eat the same meal every day.

Well, I have severe (lethal) nut allergies, so I can empathize on that front. I’m assuming that you’re looking for milk and meat-replacement substitutes that are nut and soy free, first of all.

Even though I enjoy my soy milk as much as the next vegan with a nut allergy, my actual favorite is flax milk. This is becoming more widely available in larger chain supermarkets. It comes in plain unsweetened, original, vanilla, and a bunch of others. They also produce flaxmilk yogurt products as well, for when you have that craving. This company is free from any cross-contamination with any kind of nut as well. Outside of flax milk, there’s widely available rice milk and coconut milk, both free from nuts (the latter brand uses quality control measures to prevent cross-contamination, and I’ve never had a problem). I never really got to love the taste of coconut, but hey, some people really dig it! All of these have sweetened and unsweetened varieties (some of them have chocolate, added protein, etc.) but you have to figure out which one tastes the best to you! Yes, this might mean dumping a bunch of money into plant milks, but there’s worse things to spend your money on :)

Now I assume you want to discuss meat-replacement products, because those are also big offenders in the realm of nuts and soy. Fortunately, the vegan product seitan is made of wheat gluten and excludes soy and nuts. You can either purchase this product commercially (Uptons Naturals is my personal favorite) plain to cook into other products, or in a variety of flavors for many different types of dishes. Another meat replacement, said to mimic pulled pork or chicken, is jackfruit. This can be purchased either packaged and ready to cook, in cans, or depending on your location, the actual whole fruit (hopefully this is one fruit you aren’t allergic to). Each of these can be treated just like soy-based meat replacements in meals (and I personally love the texture of seitan more than most meat replacements, and leagues more than tofu). Once again, these products are also all nut-friendly.

Many people write off vegetables as adequate meat-replacement products, and they’re right; vegetables are simply not calorie-dense to a high enough degree to adequately fuel the average human being. However, for the occasional recipe, or just the feeling and flavor of a meat substitute, mushrooms and eggplants are some of the first go-to options. There are many other vegetables that can substitute for meat as well; it really depends on the seasoning. Get to know your spice cabinet well!

For other staples, I say worship beans and legumes. Vegans say it again and again, but it’s true. Get the large cans of chickpeas, great northern beans, cannellini beans, pinto beans, Lima beans, kidney beans, baked beans, navy beans, refried beans, broad beans, and more. They all have different textures and flavors, believe it or not, and you can read more about them here for ideas on what you can cook with them, or what to expect when you try to taste them. The links I’ve provided for the certain bean types include meals that you can make with that kind of bean, or a suitable vegan product including the bean in question. Beans replacing ground beef is a pretty common and easy substitute, especially in Mexican food (which is full of variety, if variety is what you’re looking for).

Other meal bases that don’t have soy or nuts include lentils, rice, quinoa, and pasta! Lentils come in many varieties, such as red, green, and brown, and each of them can be cooked in different types of dishes. Similarly, there are many types of rice, their flavors and qualities varying depending on which variety you choose and what type of dish you want to cook it in. Quinoa is becoming more widely available in common supermarkets, and cooks up to serve as a fantastic meal base, either chilled or warm! As for pasta, there are more than a dozen different shapes and styles of pasta, so depending on your mood, you can have any of these shapes or styles of pasta serve as the base for your meal. Noodles expand outside of just pasta, however, and there are ramen, rice, and udon noodles commonly used in Asian cooking that are vegan friendly as well.

A lot of vegans also seem to hoard nut-butters by the jar, so if you want to join that camp, feel free to try Sunbutter for a nut-free nut-butter alternative. Tahini, made from seasame seeds, can often give the same effect as nut-butter, and is used in the creation of hummus or other spreads. Depending on where you have available to shop, there are other nut-free nut-butter alternatives that are free from soy, such as spreads made from peas.

How about desserts? Well, I have you covered there too. For extremely allergen-friendly desserts, there’s Wink Desserts, which have an allergen-free ice-cream product made from peas. Still craving a heartier ice cream that is nut and soy free? Try rice-milk ice cream or coconut ice cream- both of them taste pretty good!

Divvies produces desserts that are nut free and vegan. Regarding soy, some of their products contain soy, some of them do not; be sure to check the ingredients before ordering. For a brand that is completely allergen friendly, check out Enjoy Life Foods, whose products are friendly to people afflicted from the top 8 allergens. From individual candies and treats, to baking necessities such as chocolate chips and baking chocolate, to allergen-friendly on-the-go bars, Enjoy Life Foods is a must-visit for any allergy sufferer or vegan! Since they have their own factory, there is no risk for cross-contamination of peanuts or tree nuts.

Many vegan desserts that are homemade require cashews for a creamy element, or a base made of crushed nuts, but I promise, there are recipes out there! All you have to do is google the product you want to make, and add in the words “vegan” and “nut free” following your dessert of choice. A perfect topping for a batch of vegan and nut-free brownies you make yourself is coconut whipped cream- yum!

As for your fruit allergy, since I don’t know specifically what fruits you are allergic to, my best advice is to continually rotate between the fruits that you are not effected by. There are so so so many fruits out there- it may be hard to find some that you enjoy very greatly that you are not allergic to, but fruit is not necessary to the foundation of a healthy, well-balanced vegan diet.

I feel as though the high variety of options provided above should give you a good idea of how to start so your meals have some variety. Mix and match all of the options described to create different meals time and time again. Regularly check out food blogs as well, or buy vegan cookbooks; very few meals are actually based around soy-based substitutes or nuts, as the focus is on whole-food staples, such as legumes, beans, and cereals.

Of course, please do not take my advice as that of a medical professional. I’m merely offering guidance on alternate sources to get similar/equivocal sources of calories and protein that satisfy the guidelines this ask presented me with.

This post is dedicated to anyone who is vegan with food allergies, and for all the carnist rhetoric they have to hear time and time again!

And to those people that claim vegans discriminate against people with allergies and intolerances, saying that they cannot become vegan- fuck off! We exist! We’re right here! Don’t use us in your petty excuses, especially when the only truth is you’re a lazy, sadistic asshole that values your tastebuds over the life of sentient creatures.

In addition to this being a baby-masterpost of soy-free and nut-free vegan living, please, if you’re a vegan with allergies, don’t hesitate to reach out! There are other vegans with allergies of all kinds and combinations out there to give you tips on how to live with a tasty and diverse plant-based diet. We support you and believe in you, because you’re doing something that’s hard enough without the threat of death at the back of your mind. Keep up the amazing work!

(Never forget that if you’re ever in doubt, speak with your primary care provider or a nutritionist to ensure that your diet is adequately providing the appropriate calories, macronutrients, and micronutrients, for your particular state of life)

-Admin Samantha

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Playing Postman (of Love)

@girls-with-boys-names - Thank you for waiting, I’m your Secret Santa! Happy New Year!

This is for the @voltron-ss! Apologies for the delay, I had trouble figuring out what romantic love is like. Tbh I still don’t entirely get how it feels, but I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: When Keith’s long-time crush leaves a package in his room, Keith’s decision to return it brings more than he bargains for.

Tags: Keith, Lance, Klance, college au, slowburn?

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Disclaimer - I don’t own these characters, they’re all from Voltron Legendary Defenders, all I own is the situations I cast them into.

It begins with a party.

To be more precise, it begins the morning after the party when Keith wakes up and heads to the kitchen for something to drink. He’s certainly not expecting that his first step into the kitchen would result in something papery crinkling under foot - with a yelp, Keith steps back, hoping against hope that it wasn’t one of Shiro’s books.

Fortunately for Keith, it’s not one of Shiro’s books - it’s a parcel, dressed in Red wrapping paper that’s decorated with cute little reindeer. It’s around the length of half his arm, and when Keith carefully prods it with a finger it’s soft, a barely audible crinkling noise that Keith Recognizes as wrapping tissues. Whatever is inside it is thankfully undamaged by Keith’s wrong foot placement.

Carefully, Keith places the package down on the table, transferring beer bottles and empty cans to the ground. The entire room is a mess now that Keith’s more alert to notice, actually - there’s obvious attempts at tidying up, as evident by a full plastic bag at the corner of the room, but it’s half hearted. There are pillows and books strewn around like the remnants of a pillow fight, and underneath the table is an open bag of chips and, surprisingly, the remaining half of what seems to be a pack of bud. Shiro must have been feeling really bad to leave it undone, but Keith can take care of the rest. Grabbing the pack of chips, Keith flops onto the sofa, hands clasped loosely together in thought as he stares intently at the parcel.

It’s not his. Keith doesn’t remember buying anything that’s covered in Red wrapping paper. It’s also not from his roommate - Shiro would have told Keith of it if it was. But whose parcel could it be then?

Maybe it was one of the guests from last night. Closing his eyes, Keith tries to recall who’d been at the celebration party. The memories appear like a string of bubbles, one after another - Hunk experimenting in the kitchen what beer could fry while they all acted as test eaters, Shiro and Allura and Matt patting themselves on the back for surviving finals, Pidge tipsily mumbling complex equations about space, Lance laughing as he leant against the sofa, cheeks flushed red, One warm arm around a two-glasses-more-than-he -should’ve-drunk Keith and the other on -

-On a red parcel with tiny deer decorations that was the length of Keith’s arm.

Keith’s eyes snaps open. Bingo.

A quick hunt confirms Keith’s suspicions - there’s a post it note containing ‘don’t forget’ in Lance’s handwriting a few feet away the parcel. It must have fallen off when Keith slipped on it. Lance must have forgotten about it while he was heading out with the others. Another quick search results in Keith’s phone - how the hell did it end up under the sofa? Keith’s barely finished sweeping it out from where it lay (alongside a small variety of dust bunnies) before he’s typing in Lance’s number.

“Hello!” Lance says after what feels like forever. Keith’s heart quickens. “This is Lance, if you’re hearing this I’m not capable of using my phone right now so leave a-“

Keith jabs the ‘end dial’ button with slightly more force than necessary. “Oh C’mon!” He yells when he reaches Lance’s voicemail for the third time. One repeat call later and that’s it - With a growl that only reveals the surface of the boiling vat of irritation inside him, Keith grabs the parcel and heads for his room.

Rationally, Keith knows that he can just wait till the next day to hand it over. Too bad that he doesn’t like to owe people things. Besides, Lance would probably accuse him of stealing if he waited too long, like the Bean Snake Incident of last year, and Keith absolutely refuses to go through that again so fuck it, if Lance can’t be reached through the phone, Keith is going to reach him in person. They all go to the same college - it’s how Keith met all of them (minus Shiro), and he can still remember Lance complaining about morning classes yesterday. All Keith has today is a lecture in the afternoon, but that doesn’t mean he can’t go there early to hand Lance his things back and get lunch in the process. That’s all there is to it.

(And if it means seeing Lance smile and getting more time to hang out with his long-term entirely secret crush, well, that was Keith’s secret and nobody else’s.)

Reaching the college is easy, even with a little detour for some coffee. Getting in touch with Lance is, unfortunately, a little more harder.

“What do you mean, he’s not here?” Keith demands. The great stream of bodies that had flowed outside when the clock struck forty-five has dissipated into mere trickles by the time Keith had made it to the lecture hall, and the only person he’s managed to spot is Pidge, with her short stature and large round frames. “It’s his class! He’s supposed to be here!”

“It’s been seven minutes since class ended, Keith.” Pidge says, deadpan. “Lance is long gone. What’d you expect?”

“Ungh.” Keith groans, shoulders slumping in dismay. When he’d set out, he hadn’t exactly thought about what to do in case he missed Lance. “I don’t know, I guess I’d expected to - to run into him or something. Do you know where he is?”

“Well.” Pidge hums thoughtfully. The gaze she directs at Keith is one part amusement, one part analytic and three parts burning curiosity. Keith crosses his arms and tries not to feel like he’s a bug under a microscope. “I might, and I might not. Why’re you looking for him?”

Keith pulls out the red package. “He left this at my house. You remember the Bean Snake Incident in first year?”

“Oh yeah.” Pidge grins. “Aisle three in the supermarket, the pineapple-”

“That wasn’t my fault!” Keith interrupts, cheeks blazing red. “That was Lance! And the pineapple too!”

“Sure.” Pidge’s smirking now, eyes gleaming with amusement behind the glasses she wears. “Suuuure it wasn't your fault. Just like that time in class where everyone had to evacuate because of burning paper aeroplanes."

"That was because-"

"Yeah, I know, I was there." Pidge cuts in, and Keith wonders if Matt would forgive him if he punched his little sister in the shoulder. "But yeah." The smile slips away into a serious look. "Yeah, I understand why you don't want a repeat of last year."

"Exactly!" Oh thank whoever was up there for Pidge to understand so easily. "So will you finally tell me where he is?"

"Hmm." Pidge trails off, hands stroking her chin in thought as she leans against the wall. Keith can see the gears rotate over her head as she thinks - from the look on her face, it's as if she's half curious to see how things play out without her help. One minute passes, then two, and just as Keith is about to - barge off on a hide and seek chase around campus, shake Pidge by the shoulders, pull out the chit of favors she owes him, who knows just anything but standing around and waiting - something flickers across her face. "Alright, I'll help you out. Block fifty-two, level one, room one-oh-two. Hunk asked Lance to come by during free time - that's probably where he'll be. Mind you, I dunno if he's still there, but it's a good place to start."

Keith grins, eyes lighting up. "Thanks, Pidge." He says, turning. The campus map flashes through his mind - block 52 isn’t that far away from where he was right now, he could make it in five minutes if he ran. "See you later!"

"No problemo, lover boy. And eh, I’ll pass." Pidge grins, eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Professor Slav is teaching about parallel universes today, don’t wanna miss it -”

Keith’s jacket was already disappearing around the corner with its owner before Pidge could finish her sentence, heart pounding lance, lance, lance in his ears at a steady rhythm.

The room Pidge directed him to turned out to be a mixture of science laboratory and relaxation room. One side was filled with engineering equipment and what looked like a bunch of half finished work projects, and an open doorway leading to the other side had an empty spot which was furnished with a bunch of chairs and desks. Hunk was at one of those desks, sketching something out on a scrap of paper with a pencil beside a bunch of machine parts Keith didn't know the name of - the screech of surprise Hunk emits when Keith barges into the room almost makes him skid into a table.

"Aaagh IswearI’mnotsle - Oh, it's just you Keith. Jeez." Hunk rested a hand against his heart as Keith pants for breath, hands on knees. "Jeez, you scared the quiznak out of me! Never do that again or I swear no peanut butter cookies for you."

"S-Sorry," Keith wheezed. Oh god, running here had been a mistake. One he was never going to make again. "Just - huff - looking for - pant - Lance. Is he here?"

"Ohhh." Keith's hope wobbles at Hunk’s tone. It crashes into the rocks with the force of a meteor when Hunk shakes his head apologetically. "Sorry dude, he left ages ago. Why're you looking for him?"

"He left this at my apartment." Brushing sweaty hair out of his eyes, Keith reaches into his bag and pulls out the package. "I wanted to give it back because I don’t want last year happening again. Know where Lance went?"

“Last year?” Hunk takes the package before Keith can stop him and lifts it into the air, examining it with a broad grin. “Ohh. You mean the time when you and Lance -”

“Hunk.” Keith’s glare could evaporate water.

“Right, right, sorry.” Hunk says not-so-apologetically, giving the package back. “But yeah, let’s not go through that again. And sorry, man, I dunno where Lance went.” Hunk’s shrug syncs perfectly with the shattering of the remainder of Keith’s hope. “The only reason he came here was because I asked him to help me out with my project. He left ages ago. Sorry.”

It's official - Keith's heart drops through his boots and into the center of the earth. "Great." He groans, collapsing onto a chair. "Just great."

"Hey, hey, it's not that bad." Hunk says sympathetically, patting Keith on the back. “No worries, my dude, we can just call him - oh wait he was complaining about having no battery and forgetting his charger at home, guess that’s out of the question.”

Keith’s head lands on the table with a thunk.

“But!” Hunk continues hastily. “I do know where he is.”

Keith’s butt is already launching out of the chair by the time Hunk finishes the sentence. “Where?”

Hunk beams like an angel. He’s holding a round container now, and he thrusts it towards Keith. “I’ll tell you after you finish drinking this.” The spicy and savory smell that wafts out of the container has Keith salivating like a dog. Inside is an creamy sort of soup, little bits of onions and croutons mixed into it, and Keith has never been hungrier. “You look like you need some hydration - whoa!”

Keith is vaguely aware of Hunk jumping back as he lifts the bowl towards his mouth, but he doesn’t care - it’s lukewarm, almost cold, but the flavors mix together in blissful harmony down his throat and oh god, why hadn’t he realised how dry his throat had been? The container is empty almost before Keith realises, and he places the container down carefully on the table, almost regretful that there hadn’t been more to consume.

“Whoa.” Hunk’s staring wide eye at him as Keith turns to face him, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Man, I hadn’t realised you needed it that badly - ok, ok, don’t look at me like that, Lance left for the gym on the other side of campus to see if Allura had a charger since I forgot mine too.”

“Got it.” Keith strides across the room. The soup is already doing its work - it rests comfortably in his belly, warming him up and calming him down, and Keith hadn’t realised how hungry and irritated he’d been until then. At the door, Keith pauses and looks back over his shoulder. “Thanks, buddy.” he says, grinning, and he doesn’t just mean for Lance’s location. Hunk’s food truly is miraculous, right down to the effects on the soul.

Hunk grins and waves back, and Keith has never been more grateful in his life. “No problem, buddy. Good luck finding him!”

Keith tries. Truly, he does.

He reaches the gym in record time. Only the quick reflexes he’d trained in tae-kwan-do saves him from a nasty collision with Allura when he pulls open the door just as she’s about to head out - Lance isn’t there and Allura doesn’t know where he is. Trail gone cold, Keith heads to the dance studio Shiro’s at -

Which isn’t where Lance is either.

Science lab? No Lance to be seen.

The pool? All Keith gets is a story about three dozen roses, a Sasquatch costume and the teacher’s dog, but there’s no Lance to laugh it over with him.

The study halls beside the pool?

“Lance!” The relief that shoots through Keith’s heart at the sight of that familiar green jacket is almost sharp enough to make him double over. A small grin spreading across his face, Keith begins to make his way through the crowd as Lance whirls around. It takes him a few seconds to see Keith. When their eyes meet, Keith’s heart quickens up almost unwillingly, and he gives a small wave.

Keith is expecting a wave back, maybe a small chat, definitely a smile of acknowledgement that he was there. Secretly, he hopes for a light to shine up in Lance’s eyes like how Keith feels whenever they’re laughing with each other instead of engaging in passionate debate.an affectionate tone to his greeting; but Keith is alright with the former.

What he does not expect is for Lance’s eyes to go wide and his face to flush up like an exploding tomato and for Lance to pat his classmate on the shoulder before turn tail and run away.

It’s like seeing an optical illusion in 3D, except it’s happening in the real world. For a moment, Keith’s world goes off beat, a rock in the boat that almost sends him staggering. By the time it uprights itself Lance is out of sight before Keith can even consider yelling.

What the fucking hell.

No matter where Keith goes, he can’t find Lance. It's like trying to find Waldo while Waldo is on the move and the finder wearing an eyepatch and looking through the wrong side of a binocular. With each passing location and no familiar tall lean figure appearing, Keith's heart sinks lower and lower. Desperation and misery swirls through him and hardens into rocks that weigh him down into the sea of despair with each passing step, and it's only through sheer stubborn tenacity that Keith manages to keep himself afloat.

Why was Lance avoiding him? Keith’s been looking everywhere and he still hasn’t found him - was Lance deliberately hiding from him? It has to be something from last night - they’d been buddies until then, but try as he might Keith can’t remember much. Questions swirled around in Keith’s head like woodpeckers carving into Keith’s heart, and try as he might, Keith couldn’t dislodge the nagging doubt that sprouted thorny vines in his heart which squeezed in pain.

And just as always, the misery and desperation slowly transforms into anger. Anger and anxiety that bubbles under Keith’s skin like molten lava with no way out. Gritting his teeth, Keith makes his way through the plaza. It’s on the way to his next destination - the almighty cafeteria, center of chaos and noise, homing beacon to generation upon generation of hungry students, the bane and salvation of Hunk’s domain (Keith still doesn’t know how Hunk managed to strike up a deal with the Drink Vendor Grannies and Sal). It’s his last resort to finding Lance - if Lance isn’t amongst the hundreds of students lounging in the cafeteria, Keith is officially giving up and heading back to the gym to punch his grievances out onto an unfortunate training dummy.

Fortunately for Keith’s heart and the training dummy, Keith spies a familiar tall lean figure exiting the cafeteria.

Keith blinks in disbelief. Then he blinks again. Nope, Lance is still there - wearing his dark green hoodie, talking casually to a girl Keith vaguely recognizes from science class, waving his hands animatedly in the air as he grins brightly as the sun. If Lance is the sun, Keith is the moon - just seeing that cheerful grin causes Keith to be overwhelmed with emotions and two thoughts smal into his head with the force of duo meteor.

One of those thoughts is ‘oh fuck he looks hot smiling like that I want to kiss him.’

The second thought, which is actually more of an afterthought but still extremely prevalent, is ‘I am going to punch that smile off his face. And then kiss him after. But first imma punch him.”

Eyes narrowed in irritation, Keith makes his way over with all the stealth of a ninja - he even crawls behind a bush in case Lance spots him.

Lance doesn’t spot him. Unfortunately, Lance’s classmate does.

“Hey, Lance.” She points at Keith’s direction. “Isn’t that your friend?”

“Oooh, who?” Lance turns with a grin, eyes shining. “Is it Matt? Cause I really need to-”

Lance’s jaw snaps shut when he sees Keith looking up from the floor. Their eyes meet.

Keith can see the instant Lance’s face goes from ‘hello!’ to ‘oh shit its Keith and he’s pissed’ to ‘engage emergency escape program’. Which is why when Lance abruptly turns on his heel to run like the wind, Keith is already scrambling to his feet to chase after him.

“Laaaaance!” Keith runs with the speed and power of a rampaging rhinoceros. Lance might have longer legs but Keith has more stamina, anxious rage pumping a machine gun staccato through his heart and determination fuelling his lungs and legs. “Get back here!”

“No way you’re gonna kill me,” Lance screams back. His leg pumps even faster and somewhere in the back of his mind Keith is appreciating the form of his run and the lines on his back but as the rest of his mind is focused on punching Lance’s face out Keith simply moves faster. “I’m too young to die!”

“I’m not gonna kill you I just-” Two familiar figures in front of them, chatting to one another. Keith’s eyes flashes. “SHIRO!”

Almost in tandem, Shiro and Matt’s heads whirl. It takes them only a moment to register the situation before they’ve spread out like footballers in the final round. Matt sprints the five yard dash, he dives -

- and misses! Lance swerves like a frightened gazelle as Matt bellyflops onto the ground - right into Shiro’s arms.

“Wha-SHIRO NO,” Lance screeches betrayal as he tries to struggle free, but Shiro holds fast. Shiro and his ridiculously solid arm muscles have reigned as the arm wrestling champion for 3 years running before Allura had knocked him off the throne, and they withstand Lance’s wriggling with the ease of a vet holding a cat. “I TRUSTED YOUU,” Lance wails as Keith jogs up to them, wiping sweat out of his eyes.

“This is for the green paint last year,” Shiro says primly as Matt rightens his glasses and asks, like any other sane person would, “Why’re we catching Lance?”

Lance goes limp, clearly giving up on any chance of escaping. “I dunno, he was chasing me so I was running!”

“You don’t know?” Keith growls out breathlessly. His lungs are on fire and his throat is parched dry with smoke, but the answer is like oxygen to the flames of his rage. “What the hell d’you mean you don’t know - You were avoiding me!”

“False accusations, mullet for brains! I was totally not avoiding you I just - just had a uh, a few places to go to cause of Professor Coran-“ Lance pales as Keith draws himself up to his full height, eyes blazing. “Oh god please don’t kill me I swear I’ll keep it a secret-”

“I asked Professor Coran where you were today and he didn’t know you lying s-“

“Alright, calm down.” In situations where tensions run as high as a star in the sky and can turn into a falling meteor of regret and destruction faster than a popped balloon, Shiro’s voice has a particular tone that never fails to send the tension flying back into the stratosphere, and that tone is definitely present now. Lance and Keith immediately fall silent. “What is going on? Keith?”

“I’ve been trying to find Lance all morning.” Keith blurts out. The words rush out of him, water finally freed from its dam and taking the heat of his emotions with it. “I spotted him once but then he just - ran off. For-”

“Wait, secret?” Matt asks just as Lance squawks “That was because,” face blushing red, and even though his heart hurts Keith can’t stop his heart from skipping a beat. People’s heads turn at the noise, eyes going wide before dismissing it as yet another weird part of college life before heading back to their routine, and Lance lowers his voice accordingly. “That was because - just - look.” Lance sighs, scratching his head. “I know you’re mad at me, and I’m sorry. I’ll pretend it never happened and we can continue.”

Keith blinks. The apology is gratifying after all this time, but - something doesn’t feel right. Lance looks resigned like he’s about to get hit by a train and there’s nothing he can do about it, like he’s terrified, and oh shit. It was his temper, wasn’t it, his fucking violent temper messing everything up again. Keith’s heart twinges with guilt - yeah, he’s definitely not punching Lance now, not when he looks like that.

“Ugh,” He forces out, voice painfully stuck in his throat. His arms dangle uselessly at his sides - Keith folds them across his chest and out of the way, not quite looking at Lance’s face. “Look. I’m not mad at you - ok, I am mad at you,” he amends with a scowl at their disbelieving looks, “but not to the point that I want to just. Forget everything that ever happened. It wasn’t even that bad, anyway - I should have tried calling you again.”

(Behind him, Matt turns to Shiro. “Was it just me, or did Lance say secret?”

Tilting Lance to the side so that he can turn his head to the side without mushing Lance’s back against his cheek, Shiro nods. “No, I heard too.” he whispers quietly, directing his eyes away from the redness of Keith’s cheeks. He frowns. “Do you think..?”)

“Nah, that wouldn't have worked, my phone battery’s dead.” Lance waves his hands dismissively. “I forgot my charger and Allura lent hers to Shay. But you really mean it? You’re not mad?”

“Uh.” Keith gulps. Lance doesn’t look like he’s going to cry anymore - his eyes are wide, light falling softly across dark brown eyes that gleam with hope and relief and emotions Keith can’t quite decipher. His lips are slightly curled up, the beginnings of what looks like a smile about to sprout on his face and his cheeks are dusted a dark red for some reason - maybe it was from Shiro squeezing the life out of him. Yep, that's probably it. Keith is only thankful that the sudden wave of affection that’s swamping his heart hasn’t completely taken away his ability to utter words. “Uh. Y-Yeah. Yeah, I’m not mad.”

(“Yeah.” Matt mutters back decisively, grinning. “My bet’s on Lance. Five bucks to the winner?”

“Mine’s on Keith.” Shiro’s eyes glint. “You’re on.”)

“Sweet!” The smile that bursts out on Lance’s face is like seeing a flower sprout, blooming in all its glory. Keith quickly looks away before it blinds him. “Oh thank god,” He says happily as Shiro finally lets his feet touch the ground. “I thought you were going to be so mad that I confessed to you last night-”

What.

Keith freezes. The words echo in his head.

Kissed you last night.

Kissed.

Last Night.

Kissed.

“- thought you forgot because you passed out on me after that but you didn’t, thank god-”

His crush confessed to him and he doesn’t even remember it until said crush brought it up. Inwardly, Keith is screaming, inner world cracking and rebuilding as the words echo in his mind. Why does the world hate him so?

“- so I ran and - hello? Earth to Keith? Dude, anyone there?”

It takes a herculean amount of effort, but Keith finally manages a hoarse, strangled “What.”

“Uh.” Lance blinks at Keith, smile slipping off his face. “What’ as in ‘yeah Lance I’m listening’ what or ‘what the hell is going on’ what?”

Keith’s face is on fire. “What.”

“Oh.” Lance’s face falls. “It’s the latter what, isn’t it? Oh no.”

Behind them, Shiro presses his prosthetic hand over his eyes with a silent groan as Matt raises the green bill in his hand with victory.

“Ok, so let me get this straight. You,” Matt says, pointing a straw at Keith, “Were trying to find Lance because he forgot something at your house after the drinking party and didn’t want things to turn out like the Bean Snake Incident. And you,” He says, straw swivelling over to Lance’s direction, “Thought he was out to turn you down after you confessed to him last night, but he actually didn’t remember and after our lovely little game of Tag you both misunderstood each other epically until Lance confessed again. Right?” Keith nods, still lost for words. They’re in a secluded corner at the student cafe, Matt and Lance on one side with Keith and Shiro on the other. The exits are woefully far away - Keith is under no delusions why such a table was chosen. If any of them wanted to run, they'd have to not only make it past Shiro and Matt, but make it to the doors before the duo caught up. Like it or not, they are having this conversation. Which is, honestly, fine with Keith. A quick pinch to his own wrist has convinced him that he's not dreaming, but he's still not quite sure what's happening. All he knows is that Lance has just confessed to him (to him! Keith internally thanks whoever's up there for a requited crush) and Keith wants to know, well, about everything. If it means remaining in one spot for half an hour while they're eating lunch, Keith is more than willing to do so. Lance, on the other hand, seems less willing. "I still can't believe you betted on us," He's grumbling, leg shaking up and down as he sips his drink restlessly. "Is it revenge for the snowman competition? Because that was totally valid betting, everyone else was doing it!" "It’s not about the snowman competition,” Shiro says calmly over a cup of hot mocha, but it’s a little too innocent to be genuine. “Professor Coran covered for us all in the end anyway. And before you ask, no, this isn’t revenge for the Bean Snake Incident. We’re just worried about you two, that’s all.”

“And what’s in the package?” Matt pipes in. The package Keith had been carrying around all morning was at the center of the table, and Matt pokes curiously at it with a finger. “It must have been a really important present for Keith to run around that much. What’s in it?”

At Matt’s questioning glance, Keith shrugs. “I don’t know.” It has occurred to him to open the package to check it himself, but it felt a lot like losing. “Lance?”

“Ugh, fine.” Lance sighs. “You can open it, Keith. It’s for you, mullethead, so go on, open it already.”

The present was for him? Heart in throat, Keith carefully opens the package.

It’s a scarf. It’s a dark burgundy red, soft wool knitted with a criss cross pattern, and when Keith picks it up it’s soft to the touch. Eyes wide, Keith’s head snaps up, lost for words.

“You remember how you lost your scarf after the Bean Snake Incident?” Lance explains anxiously, scratching the back of his head. “I know you’re still looking for a scarf, so I bought you one. It was my fault after all.” He looks away, cheeks blushing a dark red. “It’s ok if you don’t like it, I know it’s pretty shit, you can just toss it or whatev-“

Lance stops mid-tirade when Keith wraps the scarf around his neck. “Are you kidding? I’m never going to toss this,” he says, affection spreading through him, and he’s not quite sure what expression he has on his face but it’s enough for Lance’s to look like his crops have been watered and they’ve grown a bumper crop of strawberry blushes. “This scarf is perfect, I’m going to wear it until my funeral.”

(Behind them, Matt tilts his head at the two. “You think this is a good time for me to ask what the Bean Snake Incident is?”

Shiro sips his coffee serenely. “Maybe we should wait for them a little more. Or I could tell you while we give them some privacy.”

“I think it’s better if you tell the story,” Matt scoots away from the two with a grin, elbows resting across the table as he leans forward. “There was this mention of paint..?”

“That happens later on.” Shiro leans forward too, grinning conspiratorially as he keeps his voice low. “It begins with…”)

“Are you sure?” Lance asks anxiously. “Because I can get a new one if you don’t like it-“

“The only way you can take this scarf back is over my dead body,” Keith states baldly, but he’s smiling, lips curved up in a slight grin. “This is perfect, Lance, thank you.”

Their eyes meet for a second as Keith glances up. Lance glances away, cheeks reddening, and Keith can feel his cheeks reddening too at the sudden rise of affection and nervousness. Taking a sip of his drink to recenter himself, Keith leans back against the chair, the taste of apples sitting cool on his tongue as he tries to decide how to get to the meat of the conversation - the confession.

He knows that Lance likes him now - how has he never noticed the blushing and lingering gazes before, the way they seek each other out? - and that this is the perfect time to confess, but with Lance sipping at his frappe like he hopes it’ll deter him from any conversation Keith is at a loss on how to approach.

Insides tingling like the butterflies of anxiety are beginning to hatch, Keith takes another sip from his cup in what he hopes is a cool and totally not nervous manner. It takes 8 sips for Keith to give up hope of Lance starting the conversation, and 2 more sips to brace himself to start what is probably going to be the most awkward conversation in his life. Keith's only thankful that Matt and Shiro are too absorbed in their conversation to make it even more awkward. "So." Keith says, clearing his throat. He clutches the edges of the scarf, fingers fidgeting restlessly with the wool. "You uh. You confessed to me last night?"

He's fully prepared for Lance to laugh it off or try to flee, but Lance doesn't do that. Instead, he hunches in on himself, an uncharacteristically serious look spreading on his face as he puts down his drink. "Yeah." Lance says quietly, looking down at his drink. "Yeah, I - I did, ok? Look, it was the alcohol making me talk crazy so you can just.” Lance gives a jerky one shoulder shrug. “Ignore it-“

“No.” Keith puts his drink down and leans forward, eyes staring intensely into Lance’s. Lance freezes. There’s something warm bubbling in Keith’s gut that isn’t the drink, and when Keith says ‘tell me what you said last night,” something in Keith’s voice makes Lance talk instead of clamming up, low and stuttering, face heating up with each word.

“I-I like you, ok? My heart beats faster everytime we talk and it feels like my heart is fluttering and - well, I just." Lance smiles helplessly, almost resigned, and something in Keith’s heart twinges. “I like how passionate you get when you’re debating and how you cross your arms when you’re nervous and how your eyes gleam this weird violet when you turn just right and ok I’m just going to shut up now but yeah I just really like you a lot ahahaha.”

Keith blinks. Something warm spreads in him like warm cacao on a cold winter day, satisfying and spreading heat all the way down to his toes. "Oh." "Oh?" Lance's echo is almost indignant in a way that sounds designed to hide hurt. "Oh?' That's all you have to say? I confessed my heart out to you, man, at least sound a little more impressed before you reject me-" Keith's cup lands on the table with enough force to stop Lance mid-tirade. "Oi," he says fiercely, panic and affection rampaging a whirlpool in the undertone. Rejection?! Nonono Lance is not going to pull that crap on him, not if he can help it, "Who said I was going to reject you, you beanpole?! I like you too!" It takes him a few seconds to realise what he said. The second he does, Keith’s face immediately lights up with the red of a blazing bonfire. He almost tries to take back his words, burning them into illegible ashes blown away by the wind, but Lance - his face is light up with every source of emotion; eyes gleaming like he doesn’t quite believe its reality, and so Keith slouches back into his chair and turns his head away instead, willing his blush to settle back down.

“Really?” Lance finally asks, as if he’s not quite sure that what Keith said is true. A quick glance out of the corner of Keith’s eyes reveals a fragile unsure happiness, glass that’s halfway cracked. “Do you mean you like me as a friend, or that you - you love me?”

“I-I.” Keith takes a gulp of his drink for fortitude, scarf gripped in his fingers like it’s a rock of stability. This is not how he imagined his love confession to play out, but Keith is perfectly willing to do this if it means Lance will believe that his crush is reciprocated. “I. I like you. Ok?” He shoots the words out like bullets, aggressive and unstopping despite the embarrassment flushing his entire face red. “I love your laughter, the way your hands move when you’re talking, how excited you get when you come across the latest game and how you talk to people so easily.” Keith smile is gentle, his heart finally free as he pours all the emotions that he’s bottled out into words. “I’ve liked you ever since you gave me a concussion during open house. I love you, Lance, and if it’s ok with you, I want to spend the rest of our days together.”

Silence. Keith’s entire body is on fire, static crackling restlessly through his bones, but he waits. Lance is looking at him like he’s never seen him before, mouth agape, eyes wide like Keith is stardust shining in space, and Keith wants to shrink away from that gaze but instead he stands tall and meets it with a look of his own, honest and full of the love he feels.

Lance’s smile is radiant, burning bright, blinding light that outshines the sun. “Can I kiss you?”

Keith’s reply is immediate and heartfelt. “Oh god yes.” The words are barely out of Keith’s mouth before Lance is leaning over the table. Lance’s lips feels soft, smooth with what feels like lip balm, and even though the kiss is short and chaste it sparks what can only be called an electrical outage of emotions in Keith’s mind; heat radiating contentedly from the whirlpool of love in his heart as he commits it to memory.

They’ve just barely pulled away when they hear a familiar click. Keith almost gets whiplash from his fast his head turns - Matt is beaming like a monkey with his phone out in front of him. “Pidge and Hunk are going to be so pleased,” He cackles gleefully.

“Matt!” Keith’s about to lunge for the phone when Lance laughs, while and heartfelt.

“Let him,” Lance says happily, and Keith’s heart skips a beat as Lance’s hand clasps his own, fingers intertwining. “They can’t handle the amount of love that we have, they’re gonna regret how lovey-dovey we can get!”

Shiro wipes an imaginary tear from his eye. “Ah, they grow up so fast,” he says mockingly, but he’s beaming like a proud parent, and his next words are sincere. “Congratulations, Keith, Lance.”

“Shiro.” Keith looks away, cheeks tinted red, but he grins and lifts Lance’s hand in his own like they’re champions. “You’re right, Lance,” Keith’s grin is almost devilish. “Let’s make them regret ever asking for photos.”

With his friends supporting him, Lance by his side, beaming and happy and love reciprocated, there is nothing that can bring Keith down.

(Naturally, the pictures are deleted after the congratulations and betting money have been passed around, but Keith keeps two - a picture of him and Lance holding hands, beaming their love at each other, and the picture of Keith surprise kissing Lance on the cheek in his phone.)

#voltron legendary defender #vld #klance #keith #lance #fanfic #friends to romance #voltron secret santa

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arituzz · 7 years

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nineteen firsts and one last

-SNOWBAZ-

Summary: It’s Simon’s nineteenth birthday. He’s not expecting anything unusual, just some messages from his tumblr friends. But Baz has different plans.

Word count: 3.7k

Rating: T

Tags: tumblr au, friends to lovers, distant relationship, first meeting

Ari: This is just an edit from last year’s fic, because I didn’t like the format. Happy 20th birthday, Simon ♡

SIMON

I wake up to the doorbell ringing. I look at the clock. 5:59 am. Fuck. Who could it be at this unholy hour? Probably my father, coming back home drunk after a night of partying. Damn, why didn’t he stay in the hotel, as usual?

The doorbell rings again. “I’m fucking coming, dad!” I yell.

I put on some clothes and go to the door. I open it, ready to scowl at my father but, instead, there’s a delivery girl looking at me through her pointy glasses.

“Good morning,” she says. “A packet for Simon Snow.”

“Uhm… that’s me,” I tell her, a little bewildered.

She gives me the packet and makes me sign a paper. I tell her thanks and make to go back inside. “Wait,” I shout before she leaves. “Next time, could you come, I don’t know, in the afternoon? When I’m not sleeping?”

“Sorry, the sender wrote specific instructions to deliver this on 21st June at precisely 5:59 am. He even paid an extra and called the company to make sure we followed the instructions. Sounded rather bitter. I wouldn’t risk my job,” she explains. Ha. Like dying her hair blue wouldn’t risk it. Though, I have to say it looks awesome on her dark skin.

“Oh, in that case… Thanks. Have a nice day,” I wish her.

“See you later!”

I close the door and go to the living room, to open the packet. It’s a basket full of fresh-baked cherry scones and some blocks of butter. There’s a card with a note. It reads:

Some like it hot (page 38)

5:59 am - First breakfast to your door

I’d bring it to your bed if I were there

Baz

(Gampire Chaz to my Craigon Rain)

Oh my God. Baz. Right, it’s my birthday. It’s nice of him that he remembered. Baz is my best friend on tumblr. Well, he is my best friend, period. Although I’ve never met him in person, I feel like we’ve known each other for years. And to think that we used to be at each other’s throats!

When I first read the book A Charmed Life, I became hugely obsessed with its characters—i.e. the protagonist, a half-dragon named Craigon Rain—so I created a tumblr blog to obsess about them. At that time, there were very few people in the fandom: gampire-chaz-loves-craigon-rain (Baz), rainchaz61 (Penny), tape-exists-and-im-glad-for-it (Agatha), trixiethelesbianpixie (Trixie), gampirhys (Rhys), so-noted-rainchaz (Niall), and craigonsnowrain (me). And we were like a little family.

But I hated Baz. And he hated me. We would make stupid competitions to see who had the most notes on their posts. I finally gave up because the fucker draws the most brilliant fanart. So I decided to befriend him and make some projects together.

A smile draws in my face as I eat the delicious over-buttered cherry scones. Just the way I like them.

I grab my cellphone to send a thank you message to Baz.

When I’m done with breakfast, I scroll down my dash on tumblr. No happy birthday message. Well, it’s still early. Not for Baz, though, he lives in England, so it must be the afternoon already.

I decide to watch TV for a while—I have nothing planned for today. The fact is that I don’t really have any friends in real life. I don’t know many people here in Nebraska, and the ones I know are complete idiots. So my plan is to stay in all day and read a freaking lot of Rainchaz fanfiction.

After a while, I turn off the TV and go to tumblr on my laptop. Oh, one notification: gampire-chaz-loves-craigon-rain mentioned you in a post.

I open the link and it’s a beautiful doodle of me and Baz, fighting a chimera—as in one of the book’s scenes. I’ve posted some pics of me before, so he has references. The post says:

“Do it. Fucking unleash. Now.” (page 5)

First doodle of you (and me)

Baz

I hit reblog and add:

“I can’t. It doesn’t work like that.”

BTW it’s fucking WONDERFUL!! tysm <3

I’m reading a smutty Rainchaz fic when the doorbell rings again. It’s not that I’m gay, I just love the characters so much. And the smut is great, I love it. The authors in this fandom are just brilliant.

I look at the clock. 7:59 am. It’s still too early for dad to come and I’m not expecting anyone. (Ever.)

I open the door and the same delivery girl brings another packet, this time smaller.

She smiles at me and says, “You know the procedure.” I sign the paper and she leaves with a “See you later!”

“Later,” I reply.

I go back into the apartment and open the packet. It’s a book. The book. A Charmed Life. I go to the first page and, holy shit, it’s signed by the author! It’s so difficult to get a signed copy, I’ve been trying for months, but the author is not very sociable. She wrote:

To Simon Snow,

May you fight your own battles and forge your own wings.

Cather Avery

Wow. It’s perfect.

There is also a card with a note that reads:

“It’s the good things that’ll drive you mad with missing them.” (page 11)

First signed copy of your favourite book.

(I miss you even though I’ve never met you)

Baz

Jesus Christ. This is the best birthday present of my life. I take a picture of it to post it on tumblr and add: @gampire-chaz-loves-craigon-rain I wish you were here so I could hug you into oblivion! Thank you, best b-day present ever <3

I grab my old copy of A Charmed Life—don’t want to ruin this one—and start running through its pages. With all these gifts I feel like re-reading it. Again. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read it.

It’s a Young Adult fantasy novel about a very special chosen one. A chosen who doesn’t want to be chosen. Craigon Rain is the last half-human, half-dragon alive. He’s never met his mother—that’s where he got the dragon part. His father wants him to take part in a battle that’s not his own. A battle against the vampires. At first Craigon—the half-dragon—obeys his father’s orders until he meets Gampire Chaz, a teenage vampire who finds himself in the same situation as Craigon, but on opposite ends. The two boys fall in love, defying everything that’s been established by their families and it’s precisely their love the thing that saves them all.

I identify myself quite a lot with Craigon Rain—my name is Simon Snow, see the irony. I never met my mother either and I also think my father is the responsible of everything bad that happens in my life.

Baz identifies himself with the antagonist, Gampire Chaz—only because he’s got brown skin like him, and their middle names rhyme. The moron.

My phones buzzes and I leave the book on the table. Another tumblr notification: gampire-chaz-loves-craigon-rain mentioned you in a post.

I open the link. It’s an aesthetic with six pictures of us—separately, duh—and three pictures with vampires and dragons. It’s beautiful. Under the post, Baz has written:

“Strong. Graceful. Fucking ruthless.” (Page 14)

(You are)

8:59 am - First aesthetic of us!

Baz

I hit reblog and add: This is too much Baz. I can’t even!! tysm <3

I can’t believe any of my tumblr friends—we call ourselves raindrops—has wished me a happy birthday yet. Except Baz, sort of. I mean, he hasn’t said it explicitly. Penny lives in India and Agatha in France, I think they should have posted something by now… Now that I think of it I have no clue where Rhys, Niall and Trixie live… Well, Niall is clearly asian but that doesn’t mean that he lives in Asia. I don’t know.

I’m hungry. Thinking too much makes me hungry. Thinking makes me hungry. I go the kitchen to see if there’s anything to eat.

Nothing. Fuck. I’m gonna have to go buy something.

I go to the closest supermarket and buy some popcorn and a peanut butter cup ice cream. Perfect combination for fanfiction reading.

As I climb the steps to my apartment, I bump into the delivery girl from before.

“Hey, watch out,” she scowls and extends me yet another package.

I sign the paper and tell her, “later?”

“Later,” she answers, with a smile.

Once I’m inside, I open the packet—the third one today, and it’s only 9:59 am.

There are some papers inside the packet, a photo of a star, I think?

I read the note that Baz has left:

“Twinkle, twinkle little star!” (page 260)

9:59 am - First star

(These are official documents that prove that this star is named after you and is now yours.)

(Sorry I couldn’t give you the Universe, but this is a star-t.)

(Yes, I knew you wouldn’t understand shit of what the papers say.)

Baz

I’m at a loss of words. What the fuck. It must have cost him a fortune. Well, it must have cost his father a fortune. I guess they can afford it.

I send him a message on tumblr: got the star. what the actual fuck? speechless.

And then I add: why arent u replying to any of my posts? u ok?

Right after reading the first fic, halfway through my ice-cream, the doorbell rings again. 10:59 am. I’m guessing it’s not dad, just yet.

I open the door, and a familiar blond haired girl with the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen is standing there, looking bored.

“Agatha!” I scream.

“Happy birthday, Simon,” she smiles at me and kisses my cheek. “I’ve come to bring you your next gift.” She shows me what seems like a tattooer box.

I know what Agatha looks like and that she’s a professional tattooer. She’s posted several pics on raindrops faces day. And the rest, too. All except Penny. (She says she can’t be bothered to take a selfie.)

“Agatha!” I shout again. I still can’t believe it. “Come in,” I add.

We sit on the sofa and she gives me the next note. It reads:

“Flames and Blazes—The Art of Burning.” (page 203)

10:59 am - First tattoo

(This is a combined gift from Wellbelove and me)

(I made the design and she’s going to tattoo you)

(You actually asked for it, so it’s no surprise)

Agatha shows me the design. It’s a constellation. And there’s fire surrounding it.

“Simon,” she says. “This is going to hurt.”

“It’s wonderful, Agatha,” I say when it’s finished, looking at my back through the mirror. “You could’ve been gentler, though.”

“I was gentle, Simon, believe me,” she replies.

The doorbell rings again. I think that it has rung more in one day than in nineteen years.

“Lunch,” Agatha says, and goes for the door. She opens it. “Hi, Penny,” she says to the delivery girl.

What?

“Penny?” I ask, stupidly.

“Sorry, Simon, it was too fun seeing you all clueless,” she apologizes.

“I am still clueless,” I retort.

She takes me into her arms and gives me a tight hug. “Happy birthday Simon! Let’s have lunch. Where’s the dining room?”

“Uhm, here, in the living room. I eat in the living room.”

“Oh, your note,” Penelope says as she gives me the card.

“Because roast beef and Yorkshire pudding are fucking real as Rain.” (page 84)

11:59 - First roast beef and Yorkshire pudding from Watford

(Because you haven’t eaten real roast beef if it’s not from England)

(And Watford Restaurant serves the best one)

(Enjoy your meal)

Baz

We sit on the sofa and start eating our lunch. I’m so happy. It’s like we do this everyday. But I miss Baz. I miss him so much. Where the fuck is he?

We finish eating and Penny looks at her watch. “It’s 12:59,” she says. “Dessert is here,” she smiles wickedly.

“Open the door, Simon,” Agatha says.

I go for the door and open it.

Baz.

Baz is here. With a cake in his hands.

Baz is here. And I can’t hug him.

“Baz!” I say, grinning widely.

“Hey, Snow, happy birthday,” he says, and hands the cake to me. There’s a card on it, too.

“But he just stood there for as long as he could stand it. I don’t know how he resisted the pull; I felt like my intestines were going to burst out and wrap around him.” (page 167)

12:59 - First meeting

(I’m here.)

Baz

Baz looks like he’s trying to hide the huge smile that’s drawing in his face. But I can see it.

“Fuck, Snow,” he says, finally giving into the smile. “I wanted this to happen at 1:59 pm, but here you go.”

“What?” I ask

He takes out another card from the back pocket of his jeans and reads it.

“Trying not to crack a smile. Page 517.”

Then, he looks at his watch and adds, “ 1:01 pm, first smile. First real life smile from me to you.”

“The presents are getting better,” I say, trying not to smile from ear to ear.

We eat the cake on the sofa. Baz tried to oppose to it, but I don’t really have a table with nice chairs to sit down and chat while drinking tea. I’ve never had anyone come over.

We talk about our lives. Well, they talk about their lives and I listen. And look at Baz. His eyes are prettier than I had imagined. And oh my God, his skin. It reminds me of toffee. It has such an appetizing color it makes me want to taste it.

After a while, Baz leads us downstairs and into a cab that’s parked in front of my building.

The taxi drives for around twenty minutes before it comes to a stop. “We’ve arrived,” the driver anounces.

Baz tips him and gestures us to follow him. We enter a place called The Wavering Wood Cafe.

“Happy birthday!” Rhys, Niall, Trixie and other fellow raindrops I identify from tumblr say at the same time as I go through the door.

“Jesus,” I say. I’m stupefied. A surprise party. For me.

Baz hands me another card and our fingertips brush. He cracks an undecipherable smile and looks away.

I read the note.

“It feels like a party.” (page 40)

2:59 pm - First birthday party

(First of many to come)

Baz

I’m having a great time. It’s so fun talking to all my tumblr friends in real life. I finally got to meet Keris, Trixie’s girlfriend. She always posts pics of them together. (Penny finds it gross.) (But that’s personal. She doesn’t like Trixie.)

I keep giving glances towards Baz’s direction. I don’t know why I can’t stop staring at him.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes. It’s a tumblr post from Baz.

I open the link. It’s a fic. It’s called Snowbaz. Not Rainchaz. I read the summary:

“Because I’m disturbed.” (page 205)

“Ask anyone,”I think out loud, smiling. And then continue reading the summary:

3:59 pm - First fanfiction about us

Baz

I start reading the fic. It’s all fluff and love until the last part. Smut. I read it all. And love every word. Fuck.

I look at Baz. He’s already staring at me. I step towards him.

“Hey, Snow,” he says. “Ever tried a flaming shot?”

“I’m underaged, you know.”

“Not in my country,” he smirks.

“Okay, fine, give me a shot.”

“A flaming shot, Snow,” Baz says. “Here.”

He hands me a small glass of liquor and sets it on fire with a lighter. He does the same with his glass.

“To us,” he says.

“To us,” I reply.

He blows out the fire and drinks all the liquor. I mimic him. Ugh. I grimace.

“Sharing a room with the person you want most is like sharing a room with an open fire,” Baz starts saying, looking directly into my eyes. “He’s constantly drawing you in. And you’re constantly stepping too close. And you know it’s not good—that there is no good—that there’s absolutely nothing that can ever come of it. But you do it anyway. And then…”

“Then you burn,” I finish. God, his eyes are fire.

“Page 177. 4:59 pm, first flaming drink.”

“First drink,” I correct.

He laughs and orders a couple more.

We have a couple more shots and talk about our favorite AUs. We talk more than we drink.

Suddenly Baz looks at his watch, and then back at me. With the same blazing eyes from before. He stays silent, just looking at me, for a moment. He looks hesitant.

I think he’s going to kiss me.

But he doesn’t. He keeps staring. Some minutes pass. I stare at my watch. 6:10 pm. Where’s my 5:59 pm gift?

“Simon…” Baz starts, flaming shot in his hand.

And then I kiss him.

We kiss for a long time. Then I let go and make him reach for me. And we kiss again.

After a while, we break the kiss and smile at each other. I’m grinning. I can’t help it.

“I was going to say You were the sun, and I was crashing into you,” Baz says. “But I guess the best quote for this is And then HE kisses ME.” He can’t hide his grin, either.

“Page 342,” I say. “6:10 pm, first kiss.”

“Shite, what time is it?” He asks, already looking at his watch.

“6:50 pm,” I answer, moronically.

“Let’s go have dinner, Simon. You and me, only.”

“Okay,” I say. And I follow him to the next room.

There’s a small table for two with two candles. It’s always fire with Baz.

We sit down and he takes out another card.

“You smell like something I’d gladly eat, page 421,” he says, staring at my eyes. “6:59 pm, first romantic dinner.”

I blush.

After dinner, we all go to a pub. It’s called The World of Mages.

It’s great and I’m so happy to be surrounded by friends and the person I like. Baz. That’s new. Liking boys. No, not boys. Only Baz. Wanting to kiss him over and over again.

He takes my hand and says, “Want to dance?”

I nod and smile at him. I’m crap at dancing but I don’t care.

Baz puts his hands on my waist and leads me through the song. Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody.

“I should have known that this is what it would be like to dance with Craigon Rain. Fighting in place. Mutual surrender,” Baz whispers into my ear. “Page 508. 7:59 pm, first dance.”

I place both my arms around his neck and slump into him.

We’re still at the pub. Dancing. Well, at least I’m trying.

“What are we going to do?” I ask him. “You’re going to leave back to England.”

“I know,” he answers with a crack in his voice. “We’ll figure it out, little puff.”

“Baz,” I say. “What’s the next gift? I think I have a better idea.”

“Huh? I was going to take you for a drive…”

“I want to be your boyfriend. Your terrible boyfriend,” I say. “Page 390.”

Baz looks surprised. He places both his hands on my face and kisses me, tenderly. “Of course,” he says. And kisses me again.

“8:59 pm,” I say. “First boyfriend.”

And I kiss him again.

After the pub, we say goodbye to our fellow raindrops. There’s a lot of hugging and kisses on the cheek. God, I’m gonna miss them.

“We have to do this more often,” I say. Even though I’m broke. But I’ll find the money somehow.

They all agree.

Once they’re gone, it’s just me and Baz.

“Let’s go back to my apartment,” I tell him.

“What if your father is there?”

“At this time? Not likely. He must be out, drinking again.”

“Okay,” he says.

We go to my apartment and settle in my room. It’s full of constellations on the walls. Because I love astrology. Hence the tattoo.

“Baz, you haven’t seen it,” I say.

“Seen what?”

“The tattoo, idiot!”

I take my shirt off and show it to him. He places his fingertips on my back and starts tracing it. The touch sends shivers down my spine.

“So beautiful…” Baz says.

I turn around and look at him. I reach for his shirt and take it off. Eyes locked on his. I close the distance and kiss him. And then my hands go down. I can’t stop myself. I kiss every spot of his dark olive skin. And I want more. And I can see that he wants, too.

So I take more. I take it all. And I give it all. To him. To Baz.

“Because we match,” I say after a while. My head is resting on Baz’s chest. Our fingers laced. “Page 420.” I look at my watch. “10:58 pm, first time.”

“When did you start giving yourself birthday presents?” Baz asks.

“I think it was when I did this,” I answer. And I kiss him.

“God, I love you, Simon Snow.”

“I love you, Baz.”

“Fell in love, didn’t you?” He smiles.

“10:59 pm, first I love you,” I say.

I go with Baz to the airport. I’m sad that he has to go. But I’m happy that he came. And he’s going to move to the States with his aunt, Fiona, next year. So I just have to wait for a year. And I’m going to visit him soon. Maybe for his birthday.

He looks at me with watery eyes. He holds my hand so hard it hurts a little.

“I’ll come to England, in a couple of months,” I reassure him. “And then you’ll come back. We’ll be seeing each other a lot. You won’t get rid of me that easily.”

“When I come to live in America with Fiona, I’m going to haunt your door day and night.”

There’s a shout for all the passengers of the flight to Southampton Airport.

Baz kisses me, before letting go.

“Goodbye, Simon,” he says. “This is a first and a last goodbye. Because the next time I see you, I won’t let you go for anything in the world.”

“Go on, then,” I say. “Carry on, Baz.”

-FIN-

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