Honey cake
707 x reader
WARNING: mentions of ed, angsty/afterfluff, hurt
If you havent played 707s route in mystic messenger this might be confusing. But basicly this is when he ends up coming to your house to protect you but treats you like shit. (unlike my bakugou fanfic this one turns out good lol)
ENJOY<3333
Its been two days since seven came over to your house. He wont speak to you and if he does its being rude to you somehow. It hurt.
He was being so cold, and no matter what you did to make him look at you or even smile for once it never worked.
You just smiled it off, trying to be positive for him but in reality, it really hurt you.
You began to stop eating, the feelings of neglect from someone whom you really like swelling into something deeper. You felt horrible. You just wanted him to love you like you loved him.
So, you had gotten what you thought was the best idea ever. You would make him a honey cake, to represent his favorite honey budda chips.
After hours in the kitchen, you had finally gotten the cake ready, as you put a honey drissle over the top of the cake all you could think about was his eyes that resembled the honey. you step back and observe your handy work. "hmm, it needs something" you think when you get an idea "Honey budda chips!" you excitedly say as you quickly wright it down on your notepad, as you scatter over to the room seven is in.
"hey seven!" you say smiling
"what." he replys coldly
"Um, I was wondering if I could borrow like a handfull of honey budda chips?"
he rolls his eyes "Get your own damn chips"
You swallow the slight hurt down "um well, please?"
"cant you just leave me alone?!" he snaps, looking up at you with venom in his honey eyes.
"I-I was just trying to-"
"Cant you just stop being annoying for once Y/N?!"
"i-im sorry.." you say rushing out of the room looking down, heading for your room.
you lay in your bed and break down, crying into your pillow so that seven wouldnt hear. curled up in a ball, you sob the rest of the night.
SEVENS POV
Seven walks into the kitchen to make a sandwich, when he notices the big honey cake sitting neatly on the counter. Confused, he walks towards it noticing the piles of dirty dishes now in the sink. Beside the cake there is a checklist of sorts
Cake for Seven~!
--Vanila cake mixed with honey
--Honey drizzle on top
--honey budda chips
Seeing the honey budda chips yet to be crossed out, he realizes what hes done.
YOUR POV
you hear a soft knock on the door, opening your eyes you quickly shoot up, rubbing your eyes of any evidence of tears.
"c-come in!" you shout as seven walks in closing the door behind him
you sit in awkward silece for a moment when seven walks over to you hugging you, rubbing small circles in your back.
"s-seven whats wrong?" you say with concern
" im sorry y/n. I didnt mean to yell at you."
"its okay, i know your stressed." you say, slightly muffled by his shoulder
"no, its not okay. Ive noticed how bad ive been affecting you."
you stay silent rubbing his back, inhaling his sent
"I noticed how youve stopped eating. Was that because of me?
You dont respond
"I thought so. y/n im-" you interupt him with a soft kiss. His eyes widen but close as his face softens and accepts the kiss.
when you release him you give him a small kiss on the nose, cheek, and chawline. "I know" you whisper, looking up at him while cradling his face.
you both smile in eachothers presence " thank you for the cake. it looks really good" he says with a goofy smile, cheeks squished by your hands. "why dont we eat it together."
you smile, letting go of him. "that would be great"
short and sweet ig lol i dont have energy to make epic fics so im sorry if these arent good enough
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If Guy showed up right here right now, I’d marry that asshole so fast fuck I love him so much here’s some of my favorite parts:
*guy teasing honey about them pouting* i feel like they cover their face when they’re flustered
*honey proceeding to put their cold hands all over him*
GUY SAYING BABY
“And meanwhile, you know, I’m over here vacillating wildly between looking either like an adonis sent down like a gift or a literal gremlin that couldn’t pull numbers if my life depended on it”
“I like you riled up :) you get handsy”
“You are straddling me, I am looking up at you looking really cute in your sweatshirt, we are basically a scene from a tacky movie”
“Ya boys hungry and you’re lookin’ like a snack whadyawantmetasay”
“No I am not a menace, I am the menace” angel has competition
his gremlin noises and various adorable laughs seal the deal for me
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it is again wednesday
@ejunkiet tag! <3 thank you
this is the same fic from last wip i posted; sorry, i know that wasn’t that long ago, but it’s got more words in it now. i won’t post from this again before it’s done, we will all just have to wait (yes we... i am waiting too, you understand how it is)
i would like to gently tag @bicyclepainting (if u want to!! fully none pressure. its just that it worked last time eheheheh) and anyone who sees it and would like to!
💜
“Ash?” they ask, in the barest of whispers. “You awake?”
He makes a little rasping noise that’s halfway to being a groan, his arm tightening around their waist. They don’t fight the fondness that wells up in their chest, and they don’t push him, either. It’s another long few moments before he speaks, murmuring, “G’mornin’, babe,” into the tiny space between them.
It sends an involuntary shudder down their spine to hear him, his voice so husky right on waking up that it’s barely anything but gravel, vowels drawn-out and lazy. He notices (of course he does) and the visible corner of his mouth tips up into a smug little smile. “Good morning,” they answer.
Asher cracks one eye open, the blue one, to look at them. “Nice view,” he says, still in that low rasp.
They match his grin with one of their own, shifting just a bit so it’s easier to see his face. “Keep talking.”
He snickers, both eyes open now, and gives them an obvious, exaggerated once-over, gaze half-lidded as it wanders down their body. “...You’re the sexiest alarm clock I’ve ever seen.”
Taken aback, they let out an inelegant snort. “I will take even your weirdest compliment if you say it in that voice.”
“I literally just woke up,” Asher retorts, although his eyes are crinkling at the corners. “And... mmh. It’s hard to think when you’re not wearing a shirt, I’ll have you know.”
I could say the same for you, they almost say.
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imagine if gavin had the imperium as his nightmare in the afterfluff video hence why he didn't want to let fl go so quick. aw my heart
heart in pieces screaming crying gripping the walls
the hc that the imperium was a collective bad dream for everyone involved is so GOOD. him feigning his shakiness over what had happened in his nightmare and resorting to holding fl close. that nightmare wasn't real, he isn't being used for such a thing, fl didn't get ripped away from him — they're right there in his arms.
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