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bunnakit · 5 months

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bake me please finale thoughts, feelings, etc.

normally i only break down whole eps for last twilight but this finale sure is. a finale. definitely is one of those.

this shit with the social media feels very dramatic for some cakes. like??? listen, i work in social media for a small company, this year we had something VERY major fuck up one of our shipments, but even with that huge fuck up no one responded even close to this lmao. this is ridiculous and overly dramatic - which like, i know the show has been, but this just felt dumb.

well that's not true, you just had a whole fit last episode about how Sweetheart managed to rip off your recipe, so like... someone is definitely making that cake, bud. i don't get his obsession with the torta caprese, you are not the only one capable of making it. make a fucking croquembouche and then i'll be impressed.

and once again Peach saves the fucking day. how did any of you live without him? like honestly, the amount of physical and emotional labor Peach takes on is INSANE. why is he the most well adjusted person in a group of 5 adult men? i'm begging you all to pass the singular brain cell you share around.

not that Peach is perfect, because he then lies to Guy, says he has the flu, and expects Guy not to show up and try to take care of him? buddy Guy is besotted with you, he cried because you were crying, of course he's going to try and come take care of you.

so here's something i liked about this conversation - that there was a conversation. Guy found out Peach lied, Peach apologized, and they talked it through. not all of Guy's responses were perfect but he listened and he didn't shout or lash out. he took time to hear Peach and understand what was going on.

and instead of shouting, he tells Peach to go.

so there's absolutely a parallel here to draw between Shin telling Guy not to come back and Guy telling Peach not to come back - just like Shin, Guy is hurting. he doesn't want Peach to go, doesn't want to say goodbye, but he knows that's what Peach wants and he's willing to let him go. the difference comes in that this is very likely also the perfect opportunity for Guy to seek some distance. he's recently been rejected by Peach and knows there's no place for his feelings with Peach, so it would be better for them both if they can have that space.

he communicates it in a way that's better than Shin, without the shouting and the hurt and the insult, just a quiet resignation. and you see Peach isn't that upset, not even half as upset as Guy was when Shin said the very same thing to him - because Sweetheart isn't where Peach wants to be and both he and Guy know that.

WELL THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE INFORMATION TO HAVE IN EPISODE 1. so Shin, Oab, and Guy started Temptation together and were all shareholders, which is both pretty impressive and makes Guy leaving all the more tragic. i can get why Shin was so hurt, but Guy's hurt is amplified as well because he went into a business with his friends and was sidelined, essentially.

i am so glad to see him come home, though. what Guy shows us is sometimes you need space and time to gather your thoughts, feelings, and gain perspective on what matters most to you. after everything Guy still came back because this place and these people are his home.

"My ego is not as important as this shop and all our efforts."

wow what a mature thing to say, amazing. what a concept. Why the fuck wasn't Guy our main.

okay, I know I'm on my Guy soapbox, I'll get off it soon, but just - Guy being the one to take Peach back to Shin? what the FUCK. it hurts. it hurts so bad. he literally takes Peach by the hand and leads him back to Shin so they can reconcile. from his earlier talk with Shin he knows he feels bad, he knows he misses Peach, and from Peach's rejection he knows Peach misses Shin. he puts all of his own love and feelings aside to bring them back together. i know he did some shady and petty shit but he really is the Guy (lol) of all time.

the fact that Shin apologizes better to Guy than to Peach drives me up a wall. Shin talks to Peach about not being firm enough and being impatient or whatever and it's like CAN YOU JUST SAY YOU'RE SORRY? i'm begging you to apologize for not listening, for calling his dream stupid, etc. NOT FOR NOT BEING FIRM ENOUGH WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?

NO. ANGRY BUZZER NOISE. NOPE. PEACH YOU DID NOTHING WRONG. YOU COMMUNICATED ALMOST THE ENTIRE TIME UNTIL YOU FELT LIKE YOU COULDN'T ANYMORE. YOU PUT THAT 'WE' BACK IN YOUR MOUTH.

their reconciliation just felt so weird, like Shin never apologizes for FUCKING CALLING PEACH'S DREAM STUPID like??? hello? i would not be able to move past that, myself. dreams are all we have in this shitty difficult world and then you're gonna insult someone's dream? get fucked.

okay i'll admit i did REALLY like the parallels of these two scenes, this was very sweet and well done. and that sassy look between Guy and Oab - i'll be a GuyPeach bitch until i die but it was very cute and very suggestive.

i am not buying this for an instant though, from Guy or Oab. i think they both loved Peach and Shin very much, but saying this might make moving on easier for them both. i don't know what world Guy lives in but crying because Peach is crying? that's not something you do for a simple crush. rushing to his house because you heard he was sick? not crush behavior. but whatever makes it easier to move on babes.

having the family reunited after all of this feels so fucking good, though. i'm going to talk about this a lot more later but they're my comfort idiots, your honor.

AND GRANDMA SURVIVED TO THE END!! WE DID IT!!! HELL YEAH!!

alright since this is basically the end i'm just going to talk about the things i liked and didn't like about this show and the ending. i haven't read anyone else's posts because i really didn't want to be influenced and i'm glad i sat with my thoughts for a bit.

what i really enjoyed about Bake Me Please is the warmth of it all and the aesthetics. there are so many beautiful shots in this show it's almost like a work of art. they do so much with light, framing, the food, etc. it really is a delight to watch. the plot was fine, a little rushed at times but that's to be expected with 6 episodes, it wasn't anything special and it wasn't terrible - it just was. i think @mikuni14 really said it the best that one of the most charming things about Bake Me Please is that each character feels like a real person you could come across in your day to day life and this is both for better or for worse, because sometimes people are so frustrating. they don't feel like characters or caricatures but actual fleshed out people and i love that, because i would sometimes forget i was watching a show.

another thing i loved from BMP is Atom and Oab's relationship. it's so easy for shows to make brothers rivals, to pit them against each other, but Atom and Oab have so much love and support for each other and it was so refreshing to see. Atom doesn't want to work at a bakery but he does it for Oab because he loves him and wants to help him - and Oab knows he doesn't want to work there and is doing it in part because of their mother and promises to help and support Atom when he does find his dream. i could watch an entire show just about the two of them, i really fell in love with their love for each other.

i also very much appreciated the reunion and the way they all came back together as a family. they're a collection of broken pieces and i suppose Peach has become to glue to hold them together (though i wish he didn't have to be.) the atmosphere of the bakery is completely changed, there's palpable joy in the environment, and hopefully they can continue this feeling.

now what didn't i like? Shin and Peach's entire relationship feels like such an emotional weight thrust onto Peach's shoulders. at every turn it's up to Peach to draw Shin out of his shell, to mend missteps, to learn how to navigate around Shin, and it feels like Peach dancing with a brick wall rather than the two of them waltzing together. i didn't really find them getting together all that satisfying, especially not once they'd slept with each other. i will say, all of this did put an spotlight on how important communication is in relationships, so for nothing else i suppose there is that.

i guess it's not just Peach either, though. the emotional weight of Shin and his attitude and hang ups is really put on everyone else and very, very, VERY fucking rarely does Shin ever take any PROPER responsibility for that. he says a few sorries, not as many as he should imo, and everyone just moves on.

this isn't just me shitting on Shin, though. i really didn't like the constant referring to Shin as heartless. like, fuck, those are your friends!! the people you went into business with!! ouch!! so i can get why he was a dick sometimes but you cannot go through your whole ass adult life acting like that to everyone. and we do see he has a few wake up calls, especially when encountering Oab's mom.

which brings me to my next gripe - i hope that woman explodes. they showed us quite a bit of her and her shitty attitude and all of that led nowhere. i'm not saying i needed some great sob story of her realizing all the pressure she was putting on her kids, etc. i just wish we'd seen.. more, i guess. even if it wasn't resolved or there was no happy ending. generational trauma is such a hot topic these days and Asian families arguably suffer from it more than others. it would have been nice to see some of that explored and seen Oab be less of a doormat - or at least take steps in that direction.

i also wish we'd seen more development between Guy and Oab rather than just these little crumbs at the end. i can't help but feel like they were two consolation prizes just coming together because why not? and it's like, i don't know, i'd rather see something form slowly over time and maybe before the finale - like simultaneous with them dealing with their feelings for Shin and Peach maybe they also struggle with some burgeoning feelings for each other. i think that's the only reason i can't get into them too much, there's just nothing there for me to really latch onto emotionally.

finally, i'm disappointed Peach's dream is never addressed. sure, they sell his grandma's cakes in the shop now - but those are the cakes that inspired SHIN. everything is once again about SHIN. how is Shin supporting Peach? what is Peach's current trajectory towards his dream? it's giving woman with high aspirations gets married and becomes a house wife while her husband gets all the glory. yuckers.

sometimes the show also just kind of felt like one big excuse to make their music videos. the videos are good! i listened to Poom's on repeat today, but idk. i just wonder why this show was made. what message were they trying to convey? i get not all media has to be this big, deep thing but i just really feel like i missed the why here. maybe it was just to enjoy the aesthetics, the music, and have something short and low key? and if that's the case it did really nail it!

all in all, i'm not upset i watched it, Chef Guy will always have an incredibly special place in my blorbo heart, and i would recommend it for anyone who might want a short, casual palatte cleanser show between heavier shows (i know it has been a great break in my week between all the heavy shows airing right now)

i think we can all agree Poom was the best thing to come out of this show and it was a great way to showcase his exceptional acting skills and put him on our radar. i cannot wait to see more of him in the future.

i hope you guys have enjoyed the gifsets and my rambling, i'm smooching you all, and have a happy holidays!

meta tag loves: @callipigio

#bunn meta #userjamiec #bake me please #bake me please the series #shinpeach #guypeach #guyoab

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panjakes · 2 years

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Love spells

Parings: Witch!BeomgyuxFem!BlackReader

Summary: you rejected him…so he put a love spell on you.

He had always watched you afar. So beautiful. So agile. So sweet. Your smile always lit up the room. Your skin always seemed to sparkle. Beomgyu loved you. But then again, who didn’t? Every guy in the village wanted a piece of you. Especially him.

He watched from the store counter as you picked at the fruits in the stands. You wore a long white dress with puffy white sleeves that slid down your arms. A forest green Corset wrapped around your torso. Your long hair cascaded down your back. Your edges done in smile cute swoops.

You were just eternal. He must have you. He must!

You walked over to the counter putting the basket down

“Goodmorning! How are you?” You ask with the brightest smile. He almost melted

“I’m fine miss and you?” He responds returning the smile

“I’m good thanks for asking” you say

Without another word beomgyu rang up your items, saying your price. You hand him the exact change before taking your bags off the counter.

“You have a lovely day” you says

“Y-yeah. You too” he mumbles as you walk away

When the door closed he let out a breath. As he basked in the memory of you a chuckle knocked him out of his trance.

He turns around seeing Lee Heeseung. His co-worker. Also his competitor.

“Stop daydreaming choi. She’d never look at you” he says with another chuckle

“Shut up Heeseung and go wash your ass. It’s standing up the store again” beomgyu says rolling his eyes

“Maybe your dumbass should stop creeping on her and she’d give you a chance” Heeseung says walking away with a scoff

Beomgyu turns his attention back to the door where you were outside talking to the elder shop owner. You were going to love him. You had to love him. You will love him. He’d make sure of it

He’d do it through baking. He knew you loved to bake and he knew you loved sweets. There’s no way you could resist him with a cake in his hand.

A nice fluffy strawberry cake. Your favorite. He’d always catch you with one in your hand. He chuckled at how cute you were when you laid eyes on one. Your eyes lit up and sparkled. He knew you couldn’t wait to eat one.

He added his finishing touches before rushing out the door and to the bakery where you worked on weekends.

You looked up when you heard the door nell jingle indicating someone just walked in.

“Hey, beomgyu right?” You asks

“Y-yes”

“Well beomgyu what can I do for you?” You ask

“I Uh. Made this for you” he says pushing the plate over the counter to you.

“Oh! This is beautiful!“ you say taking a fork from the cup on the counter immediately digging in

“This is delicious! You made this yourself!” You ask

“Uh yes. I’m glad you find it delicious” he says smiling

“As grateful as I am, I know there is a reason you made this for me” you say still enjoying the cake

“Uh yes. I Uh..well… you see” he says nervously. He takes a big sigh before looking you dead in the eyes

“I like you. Love almost. Your such a beautiful and lovely women. I wish to be with you Ms.Yn! Please return my feelings” he says. It’s quiet for a while. You put the plate of cake down with a pout

“Well now I feel bad for accepting your cake” you say

“What do you mean?” He asks

“I am sorry beomgyu but I-“ before you could finish the door bell jingles again. Beomgyu turns around seeing a smirking Heeseung

“Hey baby, you ready to go?” He asks

You look at beomgyu with another pout

“I am so sorry beomgyu” you say

“It is fine. As long as I can make you some more treats” he says with a small smile

“Of course. I may even help you from time to time. Goodbye beomgyu” you say leaving from behind the counter and out the door

“Stay away from my girl choi. I told you she wouldn’t want a loser like you.” Heeseung says with a chuckle before leaving

Beomgyu growls, making his fist into hands. Nails digging into his palms almost drawing blood. Who did that slob scum Heeseung think he was taking you away from him?

Beomgyu a loser? Never.

“Just you wait Heeseung. She’ll be mine soon enough.” Beomgyu mumbles leaning the bakery behind.

“Sugar. Honey combs. Rose petals. Carmel. Cats eye, bat wing. Chocolate. My blood” beomgyu reads from his mothers spell book

“Why would I need these things?” Beomgyu asks turning to the black cat on the counter

“These are the things I mixed when I made your father fall in love with me” she says licking at her hand

“Did it work?” He asks

“Your here aren’t you?” She says chuckling

Beomgyu cringes before grabbing the things he needed to make the potion. Reading the book following step by step, soon beomgyu had his potion.

Now he knew you would just take it so, he made infused chocolate chip cookies. The smelled so good. He almost slipped up and ate one himself. He smirks looking at the small basket of cookies beautifully wrapped. He was one step closer to his love.

The next day was your free day. No work. You could chill. Do what you liked to do while Heeseung was at work. You started with a little cleaning, then a little baking, then some reading. By the time you got to your book it was 11:26AM.

Just as you were ready for your nap, the mail man knocks on the door. You open and he was holding a basket full of cookies. They looked soft and chewy. You could tell they were crunchy around but gooey in the middle.

“Good day Miss Yn how are you this morning?” He asks

“I am fine and you JinJin?” You asks

“I’m good. These belong to you” he says handing over the basket

“Thank you. Have a good day on your route today!” You say to the retreating man. Taking your basket of cookies in the house, the smell of chocolate chip moved into the house. You picked up a cookie sniffing it. Surprisingly they were still warm.

You bite into the cookie loaning at the sweet taste. They were delicious. You ate another. Then another. Then another. When you got to your fifth cookie you noticed a note.

You picked it up along with another cookie. Biting into the cookie you open the note reading it

“my soul has traveled long and far to find yours. I am a Fool For Your Charms Every day with you gives me a thrill; All my dreams you richly fulfill. I'm a fool for your charms; You belong in my arms; Love me; please say that you will.

-Choi beomgyu”

Reading that note had did something to your heart. Your mind flooded with thoughts of beomgyu. As you thought of him your heart started to beat fast. You wanted to see him. You wanted to be with him at that very second.

You loved Choi Beomgyu.

The next day Beomgyu sat at the counter bored. Today was a Sunday so it was slow meaning no costumers.

Beomgyu started doodling on a back of a receipt. Before he knew it he had drawn a picture of you. He smiles down at the picture before it was quickly snatched from under his hand

He looked up seeing Heeseung with an angry face

“Now your drawing my girlfriend?! Quit it choi! Next time I catch you breathing her air I’ll kick your ass!” He says with a pointed finger

Beomgyu jumps up from his seat ready to spat some things back but the door flying open stopped him. There you stood. You had a distressed look on your face.

Even though you looked stressed, you still looked beautiful. He hadn’t seen you in days. He missed you

“Yn?” Heeseung asks

You quickly turn attention to the two before speed walking towards the counter. You didn’t waste anytime wrapping your arms around beomgyu’s head pulling him down to kiss his lips.

Beomgyu wasn’t even shocked. He knew the potion would work. He closed his eyes wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close as possible

Heeseung stood there. Stuck

“Y-Yn?” He asks

You pull away staring beomgyu in the eye

“I love you beomgyu! I love you so much! I lied! I lied about my feelings! I want to be with you forever” you said shocking Heeseung. It just didn’t sound like you

“Yn? What the hell?” Heeseung asks

You turn around walking over to him

“It’s over Heeseung. I no longer desire to be with you” you say

“Wh-what?! No you don’t mean that!” He says grabbing your hand. Beomgyu jumps in grabbing his hand

“Get your hands off my girl” he says with a smirk

Beomgyu grabs your waist bringing you in for another kiss. Heeseung stood there in distraught. This was weird to him.

“Y-Yn you said we’d get married!” Heeseung says

“I lied Heeseung. I don’t want to be you. I want to be with beomgyu.” Yn says breaking his heart further.

“B-but I love you” Heeseung says

“I love beomgyu”

Beomgyu gives Heeseung the most evil smirk he could muster

“Shall we get going love?” Beomgyu asks looking down at you. You two looked at each other with so much love. It made Heeseung sick to his stomach l.

“Please. Take me home” Yn says smiling. Beomgyu smiles leading her to the door.

“Hey Lee, she chose this loser after all” beomgyu says chuckling

Heeseung stood there, got angry tears streaming down his face.

Beomgyu left out the door but not before dropping something. Heeseung goes to pick it up. It was a piece of paper. He opens it reading it

“Love spells/potions”

Heeseung balls up the paper letting out an angry grunt. That evil witch! He took his love!

#ambw fic #black reader #ambw #black girls are beautiful #black reader insert #kpop poc #kpop #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #txt x black reader #txt x y/n #txt beomgyu

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byeolies · 2 years

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Aether memory| Baking with a stranger

“Charity bake sale?” You asked, interested. Ames nodded her head. “Annually the baking club sells all nations cakes like moon pies, Sakura Mochi, and more! But we need volunteers so you were the first person I thought of.” Ames explained. You had some background experience with cooking, sometimes it turned out good and sometimes questionable..

You accepted to help her and she told you meet her in the baking club on the second floor. You opened the door to the baking club to find the same blonde boy in your class. Awkward..

“Is Ames here? I was supposed to help her bake some sweets for a charity..” you asked the blonde, boy. He shook his head, he seemed to be busy taking out supplies for baking. Wait baking??

“May I ask if-“ you were cut off by someone calling you which was your favorite girl, Ames. “Where are you?? I’m waiting for you in the baking club.” You asked before getting a sense of something K-drama worthy happening.

“Well, you see I had to help Kazuha with his project.Well I gotta go bye ! “ Ames quickly hung up and you stood there staring at space. “Right Ames had asked me to help you bake for the charity since she had something to do.” Blond boy said making you lose focus.

Feels more like a set up date to me..

He seems to have all the supplies out which leaves to measuring the ingredients. Okay just focus on baking.. You both only talked to each other if one of you guys made a mistake.

Blond boy was pouring the batter into the molds while you went to turn on the oven. Noticing it not working, you asked him if he knew what’s up with the oven. “Move over so I can try” blonde said while I moved over. Turning up the temperature did not work until we heard crackles of the oven.

Blonde who realizes what’s happen grabs you and tackles you away from the oven, which just happen to explode. Shards of glass littered on the floor, you peeled one eye open to see him laying on the floor next to you. Quickly checking and asking him if he had any injures which he shook his head. He gave you a look that didn’t expect you to care. You understood the look, “Look I may be mad at you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be a decent human being checking to see if you’re alright.”

You’re guessing the student council president heard the noise and came to check the noise because Jean just entered the building. She examined the room before coming to an conclusion on what happened. Doing what any being would do asks if we’re okay and what we’re doing here.

You told Jean the events that occurred and apologized for breaking the oven even offering to pay for a new one. “It’s really fine, that oven has been in this school since the school first started. We’ve also looked for a good reason to replace it so this would do” Jean explained and told us to do the baking at our house separately to finish in time.

Jean left us saying she had to finish some papers. Both of us started packing up the batters to finish at home. You texted Ames saying how you would give her the finished products tommrow.

‘Knowing you, you’d probably wake up at 5 and start baking them -_-💢’ - Ames

You laughed as if you got caught. Blond finished up quickly and said his goodbyes before leaving. You also finished quickly started walking out to the gates. Stopping your steps to see a certain blonde male waiting for you, “What’s up? I thought you went home already” you asked.

He stayed silent for a bit before saying “My sister wanted me to see you out the gate to make sure you got out safely” . You just gave a small smile before just patting his right shoulder, “I’ll see you later, patissiere.”. Walking away from the school to your house in the sunset seemed to be like those scene in those romance movies.

Unfortunately you did not hear the small “my name is Aether..”And yes, you did start baking at 5:30 because you forgot to last night.

✦•······················•✦•······················•✦✦•······················•✦•·Was i inspired by the oven exploding scene in Yumeiro patissiere? Yes, Yes I was.

Was this cringe? In my book,yes it is. In the future I may revise this or scrap this all together to recreate it but better. Anyways have a good day! :)) - Byoelies

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #aether x reader

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bakubros-boo-thang · 3 years

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Disrespected Devil

Wordcount: -4K

Lucifer x F!Reader

Summary: When you disrespect the demon king, Lucifer is forced to say goodbye to you.

Genre: Angst, smutt, slight fluff, but tbh just angst

A/N: So another first. Not only my first time writing for the Obey me fandom (I have a major Obey me brain rot), but also my first time writing angst and I felt depressed after finishing this (which I did a second ago). I love Diavolo, but I needed a reason for the goodbye to happen so even if his dad is the villain, he is the one to execute it... Hope you enjoy this story.

Warning: NSFW, mentioning of being paralyzed I guess.

‘’What’s with Luci today?’’ ‘’He looks more pissed of than usual…’’ ‘’He probably listened to classical music too long and forgot his homework.’’ ‘’Lucifer forgetting his homework will never happen, but if it did he would look like this.’’ Hearing all those whispers during dinner time is nothing new for you. Tonight is different though. You know why he’s mad and you know who’s the blame. But it’s not as if you don’t have a reason to be just as upset. As dinner slowly ends you know there is only a small gap to avoid a situation. ‘’Beel, how about we go bake something for later this evening?’’ You say, as you cling onto the huge redhead. You know that food is a trigger and you know that this is the way to hide from HIM. ‘’Alright, sounds delicious!’’ He doesn’t seem to notice the way you hold onto him for dear life and the same goes for the others. Clearly, they’ve gotten so used to you that it’s not even necessary to be by your side 24/7. It’s not as if they know tonight will be the last time they see you. It’s a small moment of weakness and you feel your heart clench by the thought of leaving those boys. It’s enough to make you lose your grip on Beel's arm. Enough to bend over, because it physically hurts to leave them behind and enough for Lucifer to finally notice you and come to your aid. ‘’Beel, I think she ate something wrong. No cake tonight, I will see her to her room.’’

And with that, he scoops you up and takes you upstairs. Of course, your room is not an option. It’s way too close to the other rooms. No place to yell. No, Lucifer’s room is soundproof. Made for his nights spent with loud classical music and also made for the occasional screaming match with one of his brothers. As he enters the room, he carefully puts you down on his bed. ‘’Are you feeling alright, Y/n?’’ He says as he lays his palm against your forehead. The feeling of sadness is gone, already replaced by nerves. You know what’s coming. You know you won’t hold back. Will this be your last fight with Lucifer? The question never makes it to the surface, because the moment you nod your head in ensurement, Lucifer opens his mouth. ‘’Good, because you have no idea how foolish you acted today.’’ As mentioned before this room reminds you of the occasional screaming matches he must’ve had with his brothers, but never with you. Pissing Lucifer off is easy. You’ve done that plenty of times. Even made him show his true form, but making him scream, that is something you never achieved. Still, it is worth the try. Tonight is your last chance. As you get up you take a look at his face. What faces you is the cold expression he usually shows when he’s done with someone’s bullshit. The expression you have already mirrored back to him. ‘’So you are going to ignore me?’’ I’m not going to answer him. ‘’Are you serious?’’ I am not going to say a word. ‘’Should I spell out what you did?’’ Don’t say a thing. ‘’You just signed your death certificate.’’ His voice cracks and even though it’s far from the scream you aimed for. It’s still the first sign of emotion from the man you care about so much. ‘’Diavolo didn’t seem upset by what I said?!’’ You can’t help but talk louder. especially after being silent for the past few minutes. ‘’ As if he is going to kill me? ME?! And ruin the bonds that are being formed with the humans?’’

You can feel the tears in your eyes, this fight might’ve been about you being disrespectful in some way, but for you it was different. All this time getting closer with all the brothers. All this time loving them. All this time being there for them. It made you realize that the only one who made it difficult was him. With every step getting closer to each other; there were always a few steps back. An obsession with keeping up appearance, an obsession over a promise he would keep no matter what, an obsession with being a stuck-up asshole; That was Lucifer in a nutshell for you. And still, you couldn’t help being drawn to him. As a moth drawn to a flame. Even when the flame could easily kill the moth. Just as easily Lucifer could kill you. And it’s not as if he hadn’t tried that before. ‘’Y/n, You disrespected his father. I had to bargain for you to even leave the castle. The first time I trusted you enough to take you with me alone. And this is how you behave? You know what he wanted to do to Belphegor…’’ You know this story is his weakness. The reason he ended up becoming the lapdog of his so-called best friend. Still, it only makes you more upset to hear him say it. Even when you can hear the slightest hint of emotion in his voice; his eyes stay just as cold as usual. ‘’He is your best friend, isn’t he? He is my friend too, right? You always do this Lucifer! You always get mad over things and it never solves anything. You get mad at me for having fun. You get mad at me for trying to help. You get mad at me for trying to get closer to you. You don’t share things with me! Maybe Diavolo should’ve locked me up. Might as well get myself killed; it’s not as if you never tried to kill me…’’ Your voice is loud as you speak, but his silence is louder. He just stares at you and then it happens.

It’s not that you’re scared you’ve seen his true form before. It’s just as beautiful as him, but it’s also something that happens when he’s full of rage, just as that one time he tried to kill you. You can feel yourself freeze under his gaze. You can feel yourself moving away from him until you reach the headboard of his bed. Still, he moves closer. Until his lips are inches away from your ears. No screams, only whispers; what a way to say goodbye. ‘’DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON?!’’ You are so shocked by the volume of his voice, the bass it carries, that it takes some time to realize he has more to say. Your ear is beeping as he moves his lips away and locks his gaze onto you. ‘’DIAVOLO IS NOT THE FUCKING PROBLEM, Y/N, HIS DAD IS. YOU INSULTED THE KING OF DEVILDOM IN FRONT OF HIS SON AND MULTIPLE WITNESSES. DIAVOLO CAN’T DO SHIT ABOUT THAT.’’ Only now do you notice the way his hands are gripping your arms; The way his expression has changed from cold to almost desperate. ‘’That guy has only been able to do what his dad wanted. Our friendship is real, but if his father told him to kill me, he would do it without hesitation. Do you really think he would think twice about killing you? IF HE WOULD KILL ME -HIS BEST FRIEND- IN AN INSTANT?” You notice the tears in his eyes. Lucifer is screaming and crying, but this isn’t a win. Before your heart breaks again, his arms are around you and his face is hidden in your neck, but that doesn’t stop the words. ‘’I had to send you away. I had to be cold. They know I care about you, but not to this extent. I had to pretend it was for the sake of the bonds. After you left I had to beg on my knees for your survival. I had to beg. The avatar of pride begged someone on his knees. It was all Lillith over again…’’

There is nothing you can say to fix this. It might’ve slipped your mind while you were there. But you were surrounded by royalty. What might’ve seemed innocent for you, was clearly a lot for them and now you had to leave everyone you loved behind. You can feel the tears fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry Luci, I truly am.” It won’t help, but it’s the least you can say as you look up into his eyes. He is still in his true form, but even with his wings all spread out, he has never looked more vulnerable. There is a sad smile on his lips as he caresses your cheek. “I know you are, you fool.” He says with no trace of the rage he had before. “ I don't want to leave you all…I don't want to leave you!” You know that you sound like a small child that already knows he lost and that’s exactly what you feel like. “It’s too late for that now, Y/n. Diavolo gave me tonight to say my goodbyes.” You try to distract yourself by focusing on his raven colored wings. “So that means I can’t say goodbye to the rest…” The pain is back. Never being a fool with Mammon, never dressing up with Levi, doing make-up with Asmo, reading books with Satan, eating with Beel or sleeping with Belphie. You can’t help but grab your chest again. “Are you okay?” Lucifer is supporting you within seconds as he asks the question. “No I’m not, but atleast I get to say goodbye to you.” And as you look up he leans in and gives you a tiny peck on the lips. “I’ve wanted to do that for quite some time.” He lets out. You can’t help but smile as you pull him back towards you. “Let's make it a proper goodbye then.” You whisper as you pull him back to your lips.

It’s not like it’s your first kiss with Lucifer, but it’s the last and that’s what makes it so much more special. It’s the combination of mutual sadness and desperation, the hint of rage still brewing somewhere deep inside the both of you. He knows your body, the way it will arch when he pushes you all the way down onto the bed. The tiny gasps when he starts kissing your neck. The way you look away when he starts kissing all the way down your body. ‘’Please keep looking at me, dear. I want you to see how much I am going to miss you.’’ It’s enough to make your heart flutter, the way he starts to attack your core with his tongue right away. It’s obvious he is in a hurry, but even with all the sadness, it’s the best way there is. You can’t help your moans; You’re lucky his room is soundproof. He’s fast, maybe too fast, but with everything that’s going on, it’s the best you can get. And that’s what it is. The best, because within a few minutes you can feel yourself starting to reach that point. The knot in your stomach tightens. your hands end up in his hair and with one loud moan, you erupt around him.

‘’I know that Mammon claims he was your first… in multiple ways… and not to discredit my brother, but I intend to be your last in all of them.’’ He says as he looks at you while he licks his lips. Him saying those words, the way he just made you lose your mind. It feels good, after all the fighting, teasing, kisses and losses , you’re with the man you love. You don’t want to ruin the mood. You’re really trying, but the moment you hear yourself thinking about loving him, about leaving him, about leaving his brothers, you just break. The tears start to form in your eyes and as you try to wipe them away you feel something on your arms. Lucifer. His eyes are cold again as he moves up to face you. ‘’Don’t hide your tears. I am just as sad.’’ He takes a long look at you, lets out a sign, and lays next to you as he caresses your back. ‘’I don’t want to play the ‘’Who has it worse’’ game, truly, I don’t want to, but in all the years I’ve been in heaven and hell, you’re the first human to have ever make my blood boil. Both from nerves and anger nonetheless, but losing you. Losing the one that made my family whole, the one that makes me feel all these emotions, the one that I love, hurts.’’ You can’t help but raise your brow. when he notices your expression he lets out a laugh.

You feel his hand grab your chin and suddenly your lips are only inches apart. ‘’I know you love me, Y/n. I’ve always known. Falling for you, was what surprised me.’’ You can’t help, but roll your eyes at him. Trying to ignore the way his hand feels on your back. The way it slowly moves it’s way to your hips. ‘’You know I do love all your brothers quite a lot too…’’ You say with all the confidence you have left. ‘’I know you do, but still I am the one that has you laying here. Practically begging for more.’’ He let’s out a chuckle as he pulls you closer. ‘’Let’s end this conversation, there’s not enough time.’’ And with that he’s on top of you. You know there isn’t much time, but when he starts to unbotton his shirt it’s as if time slows down. Of course he notices your looks and can’t help to give you a sly smirk. ‘’Don’t worry your next.’’ Is all he says as he takes his shirt off and starts tugging on yours. After your shirt is taken off he takes a look at your body and all you see is adoration on his face. ‘’I want to see all of you.’’ It makes your body flutter. ‘’You’re absolutely breathtaking.’’ He whispers. All this praise makes you feel weak. You try to grab his face, but as you put your arms up they fall down. You feel weak. Not because of his words, but something else. You see Lucifers expression change, the adorations is switched to concern, then back to concentration and before you know it he scoops you in his arms and makes you straddle him.

He’s looking at you, but not really. Obviously talking to himself. ‘’He wanted to be sure…’’ And as he says it he’s back. Back to giving you a sad smile. ‘’What’s going on?’’ Is all you let out. Is all you can let out, as you feel your body weighing more and more. He notices you getting weaker, making sure your settled between him and the headboard of the bed, before he speaks again. ‘’I think it’s time… Barbatos must’ve cast a spell… something that gave us a time limit. The probably knew it would be hard saying my goodbyes to you. Now I’m forced to make haste, just to make sure you’re safe.’’ You can’t even respond. You can move, but barely and all you can do is watch as Lucifer grabs his shirt. As he moves away from you, you’re sure of it. No this is not the way we’re going to say our goodbyes. It needs to be on our terms. Of course those words never leave your lips, but with all the power you have you reach out to him and as he looks back you let out a: ‘’No...not like this.’’ And maybe it’s the few words you’ve spoken, or the way your arm is trembling from all the power it takes to hold on to him, but he crawls back to you. His face is right above yours and if it’s not your eyes making it obvious what you want, you’re mouth will do. ‘’Take me…’’ It’s not a lot of words, but with the face you’re making and the fact that you guys were just in the middle of it, it doesn’t take much guessing. You can see that he’s thinking about it, obviously worried for you, but you can see his eyes change the moment it clicks.

His wings ar still there and you wished you could touch them, feel them one last time, but you should be lucky by what you can still get.’’I used to be a rebel, so why not know.’’ He laughs quietly before he lays you flat on your back. ‘’I’m going to take care of you my love, promise me to let me know when it’s too much or when you want to stop.’’ You nod your head and you know that your eyes tell him all he needs to know. How bad you want him, how even when you were able to just talk normally, you would want this goodbye to be said only in silence. His body is hovering over yours, his hand touching your neck, giving you goosebumps. ‘’Does this feel nice?’’ he whispers as his hands move towards your breasts. You can only let out a tiny gasp and that tells him enough. ‘’I wish we had more time…’’ Is all he says as his finger enters your core. The moan that escapes you is loader then the both of you would’ve expected. As he continues to stretch you out with one hand, his other starts to prep his cock. ‘’Wish I could… do that for you.’’ You manage to say. You can’t keep your eyes from him. The way he’s hovering over you. His finger inside of you and the way you can’t do anything except for your stares, moans and gasps. ‘’All I want is to feel you right now, my love.’’

And with that he places the tip right in front of your entrance. He makes sure your faces are only inches apart and as he slowly slides into you, his arms make there way to your sides. He’s holding you as he bottoms out in you and the only thing you can do is let out a long moan. He starts moving slowly, tender, putting all his love in every trust. He’s the only one speaking from time to time. ‘’I love you’s’’ and ‘’You feel so good’ s’’ are filling the room. All that praise, all the love in his eyes. The fact that he’s not only literally hitting all your spots, but also the spots in your mind, is what does it for you. You feel yourself unravel under him. You’re so close, that you start to tear up. Your eyes are filled with tears, mostly because of how good this feels, the fact that you’re making love on stolen time, but also because the time is probably running out soon. Lucifer never increases his speed. When he notices your tears he quickly wipes them away and as his hand caresses your swollen cheek he whispers: Don’t cry, my love, let us enjoy these last moments.’’ And just as he is about to give you a kiss on the lips you whisper a soft ‘’Love you Lucifer.’’ You notice his eyes being red as well and it’s devastating, but it feels so good. the way he keeps a steady pace has you reaching your peak and these final ‘’I love you’s’’, the final kisses is all you need to feel yourself tightening around him. He’s close too, because the moment he feels you tighten around his cock he gives you one firmer stroke and that’s all he needs to cum inside of you. He falls next to you and quickly takes you in his arms. ‘’I wish we could stay like this forever. I would sell my soul… but I guess in some way my soul has already been sold.’’ And all you can do is give him a sad smile before your eyes close.

Lucifer knew that it was time. You were starting to feel cold, too cold. After putting on some clothes and making sure you were fully clothed, he grabbed the coin Barbatos had given him. ‘’Use this before the time runs out.’’ So he had warned him for the curse. He knew he couldn’t be mad at his friends. He couldn’t be mad at you, he could only blame himself. He had shown his weakness by loving you. But you loved his brothers, loved him, despite all he stood for, without any shame. And even with the way it felt like he was going to lose you forever, it still meant the world he had the honor of getting to know you. The moment the coin was thrown a portal started to form and as he grabbed your cold body the darkness swallowed the two of you. As he opened his eyes he saw nothing, but darkness. It took a few minutes to notice that he was in a room. It must’ve been yours, because he noticed a picture of you next to a bed. He was going to take the picture, he was a rebel after all. As he tucked you in, he was at a loss for words. So all he could do was give you one last kiss on the forehead. Not being able to stop the tears falling from his eyes. ‘’Goodbye, my love…’’ and as the darkness was about to swallow him, he couldn’t help but leave one more thing behind. A raven feather, just for good measure. Returning to the Devildom was going to be almost as hard as leaving you here. He was once again going to be the villain in yet another story… the story of how he lost you.

You wake up to sunlight. Too much of it. Why aren’t your curtains closed? Wait, you have to get out of bed, it’s your turn to cook for everyone. Everyone? You live by yourself… right? It feels like you had a weird dream, but you can’t remember it. All you feel is sadness. As if you’ve lost something or someone important. The pain hits you so hard that the moment you try to stand your legs give out and you lay on the ground as tears fill your eyes. It hurts, but you don’t know why. As your hands try to find some grip to get up, you feel something soft. A feather. A raven black feather. It’s weird, but it feels comforting. Before you can help yourself, your lips are already on it and even when you should be grossed out by it, you plan to cherish the little trinket...

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tender-rosiey · 3 years

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☘︎︎ 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖 ☘︎︎

ᴀ/ɴ: I KNOW THAT FIRST DATES ARE POSTED FIRST BUT I FORGOT ANYWAYS THANKS FOR YOUR SUPORT GUYS AND I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH 💘

Dᴀᴢᴀɪ ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ:

Stroll Outdoors 🏞

ఌ You know that river he jumped in when Atsushi found him?

ఌ That's it; you guys went for a walk near it and to the park.

ఌ Despite seeming too simple, it was actually really cute and enjoyable!

ఌ A lot of adorable stuff have happened in it an example of them is:

Dazai: Have you ever had a boyfriend?

Y/N: No

Dazai: *genuinely surprised* HOW?!

Y/N: *shrugs*

Dazai: *under his breath* but your are so beautiful and amazing

Y/N: what?

Dazai: chicken strips *panicking inside*

ఌ You guys also got ice cream and he did that cliche but gentlemanly move of wiping it from the corner of your lips with a handkerchief.

ఌ He walked you home and kissed your cheek as a goodbye.

"I hope you enjoyed our night, belladonna." said Dazai a soft smile gracing his lips.

ᴀᴛsᴜsʜɪ Nᴀᴋᴀᴊɪᴍᴀ:

Face Painting 🧑‍🎨

ᴥ︎ As a little childish as it was it's was a really adorable and wholesome date.

ᴥ︎ You guys bought a face painting kit and sat on a roof of a house and painting each other's faces laughters and giggles filling the air.

ᴥ︎ You painted a little tiger on his cheek while he painted a butterfly on yours.

ᴥ︎ Here is a glimpse of what happened:

Y/N: Atsushi, why did you paint a butterfly?

He started blushing like crazy and said shyly

"It's cause you are as beautiful as one."

ᴥ︎ Gave you a piggy back ride home.

"It was so much fun! Thank you for accepting to date me!"

ᴋᴜɴɪᴋɪᴅᴀ ᴅᴏᴘᴘᴏ:

Cooking classes 🍱

✍︎︎ Ah yes, cute and beneficial.

✍︎︎ If you both didn't end up messing up the place.

✍︎︎ You were baking a cake together and accidentally knocked over the bag of flour which fell on the both of you.

✍︎︎ He got a little frustrated thinking you hated this but immediately relaxed when he saw you laughing.

✍︎︎ You wiped each other's faces and cleaned the place together.

✍︎︎ When adding the a decoration to cake he did something very cute.

✍︎︎ He hugged you from behind and guided your hand to how you should spray the cream over the cake.

✍︎︎ Of course he drove you home and made sure you are safe.

"I hope we can do it again soon and I will make sure nothing goes wrong."

Tᴀɴɪᴢᴀᴋɪ ᴊᴜɴɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ:

Picnic 🧺

☃︎ A lot of cute and simple dates we have here.

☃︎ Packed all your favorite snacks and food.

☃︎ You guys talked a lot and shared a lot of cute stories.

☃︎ You were teasing him most of the time leading to a very shy junichiro to appear.

☃︎ At the end of the night like the cutie pie he is, he walked you home and kissed your forehead and said

" Hopefully you liked it today as much as I did!" He said with a cute smile while holding your hand gently.

Rᴀɴᴘᴏ ᴇᴅᴏɢᴀᴡᴀ:

Five Minutes Craft Trial 📱

☕︎︎ Now our great detective knew none of this shit will work out except two or three, so why did he choose this to be your first date?

☕︎︎ He wanted to explore and try things you.

☕︎︎ A lot of jokes were exchanged as well as sweet words making the atmosphere ,despite being a little silly, loving!

☕︎︎ He enjoyed the excited expression whenever you saw something in the video you were interested in and wanted to try.

☕︎︎ You guys ate a lot of candy (mainly him but who cares).

☕︎︎ He asked you if you wanted him to walk you home but you declined so he bid his farewell to you with a letter.

"It was so much trying these with you! I am really glad you accepted my confession but I mean who wouldn't? Seriously though thank you for giving me a chance. -Ranpo/ Your Wonderful Boyfriend”

ɴᴀᴋᴀʜᴀʀᴀ ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ:

Fancy Restaurant 🍾

➪ Just wow.

➪ He really went all out for this!

➪ Some might ask "Why is doing all of this?

➪ Well my friend you see, in this scenario you've known Chuuya since he joined the Sheep so he pretty much knows everything about you and vice versa.

➪ Anyways back to the date, so he chose a really fancy one and booked a private table on the roof.

GOD DID IT LOOK MARVELOUS!

➪ The light illuminating on the flowers decorating the room. A soft smile present on Chuuya's face as he was enjoying his meal with you.

➪ He got you a really cute necklace too!

➪ When all of this luxury comes to an end he drove you home and gave your hand a kiss.

"Hopefully this makes you see me in another light other than the apple with anger issues because I want you to see me as your lover."

ᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀɢᴀᴡᴀ ʀʏᴜᴜɴᴏsᴜᴋᴇ:

Zoo 🦥

☾ I KNOW ITS VERY UNPREDICTABLE AND EVERYTHING BUT HEAR ME OUT!

☾ You guys went around feeding animals (more like you did cause aku was busy glaring at whoever looked at you funny)

☾ It was really cute when you made him try and feed the ducks!

☾ He was so clueless about everything and how to act in a way to make them warm up to him

☾ Btw when he saw the tiger cage it reminded him of Atsushi so he went ╭∩╮(•_•)╭∩╮

☾ You hugged a lot too-

☾ Just pure wholesomeness 😔

☾ You ate together some sandwiches you made

☾ You fed him and vice versa

☾ When he walked you home he said

"I can say an idiot like you made my day somewhat pleasant today."

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Coffee (Jaemin x you)

warning : fluff! flirty Jaemin!

okay sorry for once again reusing a fic, this was from my Sehun collection which I actually find cute, but I guess Jaemin can fit in here nicely too!

enjoy!

“One ice Americano,” the angelic guy with ominous aura places his order, for a second the café suddenly feels frozen. He looks and sounds cold, but once he steps into the counter in front of you, you feel the blazing sun of summer, the cute shy smile, and a gentle stare.

“One Americano, no water? 6 shots of additional espresso” you question him even when you remember his order nicely in the back of your mind.

The man across you smiles, “You remember?”

You smirk, deep inside your heart you wonder how one could forget if that’s the only thing he orders in every single visit and no one else drink a coffee like him.

You take his card, swipe the bill, and rush to brew his cold coffee.

Ever since the cold and hot man enters that door last week, you quickly fell for his demeanour aura. You learn his name when he ordered his first cup of coffee in a bubble tea shop. Though you find it weird why he bought coffee when you guys are known for bubble teas, you did not reject his orders; you even wished with all your heart he will be a regular here.

“One ice Americano coffee to go, for Jaemin oppa,” you scream out his name, and when he walks to take the bag, your hand swiftly drops in a piece of cookie inside the paper bag. He saw you and almost say you misplaced an order, but your whisper silence him.

“It’s a complementary,” You panicked, “Special for the customer who has the queuing number 100.”

You see him smile and you hear your co-worker stifling a laugh.

“Thank you,” Jaemin smiles and nods his head as he takes his order, “Thank you, see you!”

He leaves the counter with his expressionless face and your shift continues. You take more orders from other customers.

One of your co-workers nudges you when the rush hour is over, and the café is a bit empty. “What was that, did you put in your number on the cookie earlier?” the man with a beautiful eye smile teases you.

You blush when your mind teases you back with the phrase Jaemin said before he left.

“Stop it Jeno, I did not drop my number in it. Seriously, I just wanted to treat him a cookie, what’s wrong with it?” You shrug your shoulder and choose to leave to take a short break. Well, secretly you scream out of joy when you reach the storage room. Jaemin, the man who creates butterflies in your stomach is slowly recognizing you.

The next day, your shift starts and as time ticks by, your heart beats faster as you expect the presence of Jaemin. He shows up in his regular time, with his regular expressionless handsome face just that today he looks a bit tired and annoyed. You pull up your textbook-smile and try your best to control your heating face.

“Welcome, is it another usual menu, or are you interested in trying todays special menu?” You flash a concern look to him. He catches your attention and runs his eyes through the menu. He sighs and inserts his hands into his pockets.

“Do you have any recommendation for a bad day?”

You nod in a second, “Are you okay with Chocolates?” he nods, you type in a menu and he seems to agree with what you call ‘House favorite chocolate bomb bubble tea’

Jaemin hands you his card and surprises you when he asks for a table number. He brings his number and sits on the corner, the secluded chair near the windows.

You are quite surprise; he never dines inside. With a question mark in your mind, you prepare his drink and once again sneak in another slice of red velvet cake. Jeno catches you again and smiles widely while wriggling his brow, “Go, and take that order to his table. Let me take over the cashier and orders.”

You thank him and after tidying your appearance, you deliver the drink and cake to the man sitting alone and lost in his thoughts.

“Here’s your drink, and I bring you a cake to cheer you up.” You move the drink and cake from your tray to his table.

Jaemin’s cold façade melts away when he sees the red cake and your sweet attention, “Wow! Am I the 100th customer again today?” He laughs at his own words. You feel like melting into a puddle right then and there.

He takes his time enjoying the cake and reviving his mood with your special brew, you are once again busy behind the counter and running over making different orders of drinks. You can still see Jaemin from several quick glances, and that is enough to make you energized until your shift end.

After 10 minutes, the tall man in suit fleets from his chair and queue into the line in front of me. You are perplexed when he shows up again with his shy smile, “I’m here to pay the red velvet and I want the cookies you gave me yesterday. I want two of them, all packed to go.” You swipe his payment only for the cookies, the red velvet is from you.

“For someone?” You ask when you take out two fresh baked cookies and wrap them nicely inside a bag.

Jaemin shakes his head, “It’s for me, and I’m working overnight today. The cookies will be my acquaintance tonight.”

“Have strength! Good luck,” you send him off with a wave of hand.

That’s the last time you ever see him. For a good one week, you never see his nose. Jeno teases you repeatedly for waiting and hoping like a fool, but you shush him off. One week feels like a month and the nosey customers really drain your energy.

One night when Renjun is already mopping the floor and you’re already turning over the chairs, the door opens and a young man in a tidy suit surprise both of you. Jeno glances at the door sign; it clearly is turned over already, why is he here.

“Sorry, are you closed already?” the man you missed for one week questions the two of you.

You quickly leave your current work and take over the counter, “No, we can make it work for you. We still have 5 minutes to the closing hour, but feel free to take your time.”

“Usual order?” You ask while turning on the brewer and cashier, Jaemin nods then take a seat at one of the tables you haven’t turn over.

Jeno bids you goodbye after his mopping is done, and you’re left alone with Jaemin.

“Please make yourself a drink, can you sit with me for a while tonight? Drinks are on me.” he sounds hopeful.

You take his invitation, making yourself a cup of warm coffee. You carry the dark liquids and a plate of cake from the storage.

You take your seat across him; he has his coat off already and he looks breath-taking in his white shirt and loosen tie. He is busy with his cold drink, and you preoccupied your nerves with the warm caffeine. Your heart is almost bursting out of joy, here in front of you the man you crushed, you finally get the chance to sit alone with him only. You don’t care what your boss will do to you if he ever finds out about this.

Jaemin picks the fork and pokes the cake, “What is this?”

You snap from your daydream, “Oh, that’s a new menu. A rainbow cake, were going to release them tomorrow.” He raises his brow in curiosity,

“Each colour has different flavour. Please try them.” You look at him expectantly when he takes the red part into his mouth. He savours the taste, munches, pokes into the next colour, tastes them and when he reaches the 7th colour, he finally makes his comment.

“Hmm it’s cool, a nice idea! It also tastes good. I am sure buying this again.” Jaemin’s eyes brighten and he gulps down his coffee to clean his palettes.

“(y/n),” Jaemin surprises you by calling your name. You almost ask where he learned your name, but you realize you wear name tags every day. “Thank you for opening the café for me and thank you for sitting here with me tonight.”

You shake your head and hands, “No, it’s not a problem Jaemin. Besides, I can probably help you if you need someone to talk and share stories too. Only if you’re willing too,” You panicked.

Jaemin thinks for a quick second and smirk, “You’re probably right. I need to share what’s bothering my mind. Great idea!”

It sure is a great idea for Jaemin, but not for you. Jaemin has just finished his story about his breakup with his so-called girlfriend he loved dearly. You are surprised to find out he has been dating for one year and got dumped last week, because poor Jaemin caught her kissing another man in the park. She chose the other guy over him. Jaemin concludes that he’s now traumatized, and he will be staying away from falling in love for a moment. He is hurt, and he doesn’t want to fall in love now.

You made a mental note about this and continue to talk about more things. As the night deepens, the cake vanished, and the coffees finished, you learn each other’s hobbies and favourite singers.

Jaemin helps you clean up the table and turning over the chair. He drops in extra tips into the jar, then he waits for you outside as you turn off all the machines, lights, and lock the door.

“Thank you for listening to me tonight,” Jaemin bashfully looks into his shoes.

“It’s nothing big, I’m happy if you’re feeling better now. So, good night Jaemin,” you wave your hand to him when your bus arrives. He waves his hand back at you and descends into his car.

After that night, you remember his words where he did not want to fall in love yet. That morning, you ensure your heart that the feeling must stop. You ask Jeno to switch with you and take over the cashier. You choose to work in the kitchen with your other co-worker, Renjun. You’re not going to fall more into Jaemin, no you need to stop before you hurt yourself.

You tell Renjun why you’re here now and the cheerful man just pats your back, “Aw, you’re burying a feeling. It’s okay you still have me and Renjun. We’re both still free and available for blind dates.” He winks and succeeds in cheering you up.

Weeks passed by, you work in nice union with Renjun baking cakes, and preparing bobas. Your life is bright again even without seeing Jaemin, until one day Jeno barges into the kitchen and smirks, “(y/n), he’s here and he wants to see you. I can’t hold it anymore; I’ve been telling him lies that you’re not here anymore but turns out he saw you and he wants to see you!” today.

“Who?” Renjun asks

You freeze in your place, is it really the same man you’re thinking of?

Jeno sees your reaction, “You want me to shoo him off?”

You shake your head, Jeno suddenly remembers something, “Ah yeah, he told me to tell you this. He’s ready to try it again. I don’t know what he means but he told me to deliver that message to you.” Your eyes widen and you turn your body to exit the kitchen door, leaving the two men puzzled.

You quickly run your eyes through the customers inside the small café, but he’s not there. Your eyes catch him leaving the door with a glass of Americano in his right hand and a small pack of cookies on his left.

You did not meet him yet, but you know when you will see him again.

That’s right, tomorrow.

The last rays of sun lights are slowly fading off, the sky is beautifully painted orange and purple. You tighten the apron over your waist and with the textbook smile you’re taking in orders and payments once again.

“Good afternoon, what can I help you with? Maybe a special menu today? Rainbow bubble tea made especially for you.” You wink at the man in front of your cashier counter.

He chuckles, “I’d take that as a yes, if you’re going to sit with me in that table at the corner.”

You blush and punch in his order, “That means you’re having Americano today, because I am not free until my shift ends at 9.”

He glances at his watch, “Three hours is nothing compared to a week. Please add a slice of rainbow cake too! I am waiting for my date until 9 tonight.” He offers you his deadly smile, and you cannot feel your legs.

Jeno and Renjun heard everything, when Jaemin goes away to his chair; the two men take their cue to mess with you.

“What do you want for a drink? Let me prepare it for you.” Jeno takes over the cup in my hand and makes the order.

“Of course, strawberry boba, right?” Renjun winks and walks to take a slice of rainbow cake and cheesecake.

“You love my cheesecakes, right? Now, go sit with him and we will take over your part.” Renjun unties your apron and pushes you to Jaemin’s table direction.

What? you’re surprised with the sudden situation.

“Go get your love, good luck!” the two men unite and push you into his direction. Jaemin turns his head and sees you walking to him. He smiles and gets up to pull out your chair.

“Guess this is it, I don’t have to wait for three hours by myself, and my date is here already.”

fin.

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Redemption Ch. 3

Master List

Redemption Chapter 2

“Welcome to Sweet Bakes! What can I get you?” You greet as you were busy distracted with the boxes you were in the process of folding

“See there she is Valentina!” the name catches your attention and you lookup to find Angel, Ez, and Valentina in your store

“Oh hi!”

“Hiii” Valentina waves

“What can I get you today?”

“Go ahead” Angel nudges the young girl in front of you

She steps forward, hands held together at the front “I just wanted to say thank you!”

“Oh you’re welcome Valentina! Do you want a cupcake?”

She nodded excitedly “You gotta ask your dad first” “Dad can I?”

Angel nods “Yea baby girl get whatever you want”

She walks up to the glass reading the names “Oooh chocolate and vanilla and cotton candy and strawberry and oreo!”

“Is that it?” you ask as you see her eyes looking at the various other flavors

“Yea!”

You place the cupcakes in the box and hand them to her “here you go on the house”

“Oh nah I was gonna pay for them!” Angel says pulling out his wallet

You shake your head and wave his hand away “I’m serious on the house!”

“Valentina what do we say”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she turns to Ez “Uncle Z look!”

“It looks yummy, Miss Y/N is a nice lady huh?” Ez entertains her “Yea!” she grins

You smile “Do you guys want any?”

“Shit shoot shoot” “Swear Jar Daddy” He playfully rolls his eyes “I know I know Let me get that dulce de leche and chocolate peanut butter” he turned to look at EZ “you sure you don’t want any bro?”

Ez shakes his head holding his hands up “Nah I’m good”

Angel scoffs “This guy health freak”

“Says the man who can’t walk up a flight of steps!” Ez shoots back

You giggle as you put the cupcakes into small package “Here you go Angel”

“Thanks” “I know it looks like we came to raid your stock but we are having a founders day party next weekend on Saturday and we wanted to know if you could make us a cake” Angel says holding onto the box

“Oh yea sure!”

“This we will pay for” Ez comments

You chuckle “Okay let me get my notepad” you state as you walk to the other side of the counter “Okay first how many people?”

“Hundreds” Angel responds

You look up “What is hundreds?”

He shrugs “Like more than 100 people at least”

“Wow big party”

“Yea, that’s why you’re the woman for the job”

You chuckle “Flavor?”

“Bishop thought you could do half vanilla and half chocolate” Ez answers

“Sure! Any special designs?”

“Yea we want the Mayans Mc logo on it and the founding date 1954, with a map of Santo Padre in the background”

“Okay” you write down the description

“We also wanted cupcakes and those can be the flavors you have here”

“Okay buttercream icing?”

“Yes” you look at Valentina and see she is licking the icing off her fingers, you smile in return

“Where am I dropping off the cake? Or are you coming to pick it up?”

“Oh uh Bishop will call and give you instructions” Ez answers

“Okay sheet pan cake okay?”

“Sheet pan?” Angel asks

“What does that mean?” Ez asks as well

“Sorry do you want the cake to be round or square or a funky shape?”

Ez shrugs “You pick”

“How many layers?” “Wow all of this goes into a cake?” You smile “You have no idea, so how many?” They both look at each other and shrug “Is two okay?”

“Yea i guess” Ez answers

“Okay and any filling on the inside?”

“Nah just icing”

“Okay I think 2 full sheet pan cakes put together will work should be more than enough especially if you are going to have cupcakes and all.” They nod in agreement “How many cupcakes 2 dozen?”

“Make it 3” Ez answers

You nod and look at your paper making sure you got everything “Is that it?”

“Yea just let us know how much”

“Okay let me calculate” you say as you type on your iPad “Okay the price is $740”

“Cool we’ll let Bishop know”

“Okay great. Let me know if there’s anything you want to add”

“Cool”

With that you watch as they walk away saying your goodbyes

You employ the help of Asher and Camila to help you with the large order. You found yourselves struggling to get the large cake in the back of the truck.

“Whew that was hard!” Asher comments

“Okay let me pull up Bishop’s number” you say typing it into your phone

“Oh I know where the club house is!” Camila interjects

Asher whips around and looks towards the back seat where she is sitting “How do you know young lady?”

“Because Me and Coco” she begins to blush

“Whattt spill right now!” Asher demands

“Well you know that's my beau” she answer smugly

You smile as you drive to the location. You pass your house and Asher’s on the way, the drive is a 35 minute drive through windy roads till you come up to the gate

“Hey it's me we have the cake!” You say to Chucky who looks at you with hesitancy until he remembered the party today

“Oh yes, let me open the gate!”

“Pull up right there!” He instructs to the small opening between bikes

You park the car in reverse and get out. There were already bikes filling up the space

“I can hold the door!” Chucky offers

“Thank you Chucky!”

Asher’s hand slips “Oh shit!”

You glare at him “Don’t drop it!”

“I will not but you have to admit this cake is big and heavy”

“Hush!” You scorn as you guys walk up the steps

The commotion at the door draws Bishops and everyone else's attention, they all rush to you three “Oh fuck why didn’t you call me we could have helped here let us take over!” they replace you and place it delicately on a table in the middle of the room

You blow out a deep breath and look around the area taking in the decor at the club house

Asher walks back in with the cupcakes

“You want to see?” You ask ask before you open the box

“Yes!” He turns to look around the club house “Yo! Come look at the cake!” he Feet scurry to where you were standing and you slowly lift up the box. “I hope you like it, you step aside to watch them take it all in. The cake was everything Ez had asked you to do but more. You had added intricate details of Santo Padre and the road that led to the club house with motorcycles on the road with the Mayans Mc logo in the middle along with the est. date on top and Southern California below.

“Shit you are one talented woman!” Hank comments

“Do you like it?” you ask looking around

“Hell yea!” Bishop says smiling

“Glad” Asher hands you the cupcakes “oh and the cupcakes, I made uh the cupcakes with motorcycles, leather jackets and helmets with different flavors” You say before opening one box. The leather jackets, helmets, and motorcycles sat on top of the icing.

“This looks so good thank you, you out did yourself!” Bishop comments

“Oh you’re welcome, I have plates forks and cutting serving spoons in the bag,'' he smiled at you. “So Asher and I are gonna get going, Camila said” “I’m staying to party with Coco” She says as she kisses his cheek

There are few chuckles around the room watching Coco blush

“Before you go” Bishop pulled out his wallet “Ez told me 700 but here is 1100”

“Oh no this is too much take back 400” you say going to remove money from the stack he gave you

Bishop stops you “Nah i insist all this hard work you put in”

“I really don’t mind its”

Asher takes it from you and puts in in his pocket “Thank you she appreciates it”

You cut your eyes and turn to face Asher. Bishop chuckles bringing your attention back to him with a smile on your face “I hope you enjoy the cake and the party”

“Why don’t you come join us?”

“Oh I..”

Camila abruptly leaves Coco’s side and wraps her arms around you and Asher “Yes! that would be perfect!”

You look down “I have to go get ready”

“Yea yea no problem party is just getting started”

You look at Asher for confirmation

“Yea him too come drink and be merry not working tonight are you?” Bishop asked

You both shake your head

“Okay well I insist”

You and Asher smile “Okay we will be back” Asher responds

You both walk away

“Are we really about to attend a biker gang party?” Asher asks as you turn on the key to start the car

You turn to look at him just as confused “Yes?”

“Really?”

“I think if we don’t come it will look bad Bishop insisted” you stress the last part

“That he did” Asher nods rigidly

“Okay let's hurry up and get back!”

#Redemption EZ Reyes x You #Redemption EZxYou #ezekiel reyes #ez reyes

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dreamonminecraft · 3 years

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my favorite wilbur lyrics in no particular order:

but i can't say that i/wasted my time/cause i am built by you/and i can't say that i/am glad it is over/cause that wouldn't be true

shout at the wall/cause the walls don't fucking love you

I think I've lost my mind

Blurring the fact and the fictions/While simultaneously fixing/Myself up with a girl/Named Panadol/Bite the tablet, elixir/Disintegrate, mouth's a mixer

we could eat the foam from the headrest/you could suck the wind out of my breath/you could kiss the teeth into my head/and still there's no cause for concern

you held his hands, it felt like flying/now he's just another man/you'd rather he was inside than beside you/but he's talking marriage and a future/he's picking a lock he doesn't go into/less knife in a wound, he's a suture

If I could just break one more night/maybe i could wake up and feel alright/my optimistically set alarm clock time/serves only to mock me with flashing lights

I was gonna wait for you/so this is not an act of spite/it's a visceral coming-to

It's not ahegao hoodie it's a work of art/so let me know when my feelings stop/I'm just your window to another world/where you ended up lost and poor/i don't wanna be a soft boy anymore

i won't wear the cat ears/i won't wear the cat ears/i won't please just don't make me wear the cat ears/I'm so done with the cat ears please no more cat ears

and yes you always do that one thing/cause when you throw and drench me under your drink/i try to figure out what that means/i took it as a taunt

the cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form/adorned with patches of places you've been/ is nothing on my khaki coat i got from the roadside/when i was 16/my boots are from airports/my backpacks from friends/I'm not a man of substance and so I'll pretend to be/wanderer, wandering, leaving acetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins/cut that bit out/the roads are my home as horizons my target/if i keep on moving I'll never lose sight of it/treating my memory of you like a fire/let it burn out/don't fight it/try to move on/it's been sixty week since i saw Vienna/a bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face/I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready/and I'll put down my roots when I'm dead/the distance is futile/come on don't be hasty/you'll get that feeling deep inside your bones/I'll be gone and/for when you must be alone

and i distrust their name/and i hate their haircut/they look like a prick/but it's all the same/you hug me goodbye/your tounge is razor sharp

my love/i love you everytime your face turns blue/and you speak over microphone/although it's only binary/i think it's timely that i asked if you'd marry me

push down your undesirables and lift up all the fakes/make sure you're not liable when they all make mistakes

you talk about habits/boy i can name a few/but i don't bloody understand it/is it chemical reactions or trained in two

oh I'm starting to succumb to my insecurities/maybe grade school was the place where i peaked

i don't miss you/i miss the thought of what we were

What was your thought when you realized/you'll never feel naive love again?/was it pain or was it sickness?

I want to be the guy/that you fall asleep on call with/I'll make you forget every guy that came before me/cause i like you/and you like my attention/let's skip to the good bit

eat my rent and eat my food/and eat my dues and eat those kids/and maybe use a sextant

and I'll write you songs/until my lungs fall out/until you hear me out

maybe one day I'll live in la Jolla/drinking cocktails out over the water/my own personal sunset/to give each day it's own diploma

when you hold his hands/it doesn't feel like flying/and when you take his breath away/he might as well be dying/and you're dying to breathe/your trapped in his cage/and it's shrinking/and she thought/what if he just never leaves/or he doesn't get the message/or he doesn't hear my pleas/so she just started screaming/why can't he just bore me to death

i said it last time/but I'm not afraid of empty rooms/I'm not afraid of new perfumes/and in fact my dear I'm fucking terrified

he never had cool stories/he doesn't make your heart beat/used to love his mystery/but now he's just exhausting/another day spent/just laying in his room/the stench of incense/and some undelivered food

my keyboards like my heart/it shines in RGB and it's full of blood

cultured men/venetian suntan/red wine and club bands/viagra pills on the nightstand/how's it feel/how's it feel to be so loved?/how's it feel to be so loved yet so alone?

But it’s you/I didn’t think that I’d have to say/But I miss you and think of you almost every single day/And it’s you/I thought I would be braver/But I've missed you too long/My heart flipped to a screensaver/To a screensaver

cause it's only/white wine in a Wetherspoons/fine dining with cheap perfume/DLR closed to worker's strike/god knows how i'll get home tonight

my twitter feeds like my brain/cause i have it on dark mode

i will bake/i will bake/i will bake phallic cake

because you are what reality is made of

I'm a gentleman what can I say?/I'm also really mentally stable/I'm gonna kill myself/if you don't go out with me

cause we're fires we're burning bright/breaking bottles and starting fights/but the evening has other plans/run as they pull up with two more vans

i think about him a lot as well/maybe if he wasn't fine as hell

I use everyone I ever meet/can't find the perfect match/abuse those i love/while i ostracize those who love me back

#some of these are serious #some of them are not #one is the entire lyrics to since i saw vienna written from memory and i know for a fact there's not a single mistake #(that's not sarcasm im in love with that song)#also almost all the lyrics to 'it's all futile! its all pointless' because we stan nihilism #anyway share your favorite songs/quotes #i tried to do one from every song #which means yes there's a line from karen please come back i miss the kids #and the nice guy ballad #and soft boi #enjoy :)#wilbur soot #lovejoy #i bet most of you haven't heard all these songs before ^°^

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hello, pumpkin || annie leonhardt x reader: chapter two

series masterlist

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫

BIRTHDAY GIRL

Annie and I never established that we were friends until her eighth birthday.

In the blossoming spring warmth, I nestled myself in the corner of the bench in the playground’s garden. It was an unspoken fact that nobody really played in the garden; it was a quiet haven for a few of us to read or enjoy solitude, yet it had also become a spot where I waited for Annie every day, and almost every day, had she not been sent home or busy with other obligations, Annie joined me, sometimes speaking, sometimes not. I didn’t mind; I just loved to be in her company.

On this particular day, Annie stood before me, and despite her being the same height as me, her air always made her seem much bigger and powerful.

“My dad says this is for you.”

She handed me a white envelope into which I fervently tore, revealing a gaudy invitation card.

“It’s your birthday on Saturday?” I quizzed.

“No, my birthday is today. But my dad said it was too short notice to invite you to my house today, so you can come on Saturday.”

At this news of Annie’s birthday, I immediately leapt to my feet and braced her in a hug. “Happy birthday! What cake are you having? Are you going to hand out sweets to your class?”

Annie did not hug me back but did not resist. “I don’t like cake, and I don’t like anyone in my class.”

I gasped. “How can you not like cake? Also, who’s going to be at your party if you don’t like anyone in your class?”

“Cake is too heavy and sweet.” She responded monotonously. “Also, you’re the only one coming; it’s not a party, my dad just knows I have a friend now and wanted you to come. You don’t have to.”

Unlike Annie, I didn’t actively avoid the other children in my school. I was still invited to many class birthday parties, I spoke amiably to my peers and I could name a few schoolchildren whom I could consider a friend— yet Annie, the stoic, ash-blonde girl confessing she saw me as a friend elicit such joy within me, I can still remember the feeling to this day if I think about her enough.

“So if I’m your friend, I have to get you a present, right?” I had reminded her of the title that she gave me moments ago.

“No. I don’t want a present.”

“Yes you do, everyone wants presents!” I retorted. “What do you like best in the world?”

“Cats.”

I sat down, sulking. “I can’t get you a cat, Annie. What else do you like?”

Silence.

“Mummy and I can make you something.” I continued, desperate to find something that I could give to my friend. “She’s really good at baking. Do you like cookies?”

“No.”

“Cupcakes?” I refused to give up.

“No! Cupcakes are tiny cakes, you know I hate cakes.”

“Brownies?”

“No.”

“Doughnuts?”

This time, Annie turned away, not meeting the question with a monosyllabic “no”.

“Doughnuts! Annie, I’ll make you lots of doughnuts, okay?”

Annie still refused to look me in the eye. It never bothered me, but I had gathered that she was more inclined to refuse eye contact when she was upset or shy. Before I had the chance to attempt to pry into which flavour of doughnut she would have liked, the bell signalling the end of recess rang. I leapt to my feet and pressed a chaste kiss to Annie's cheek.

“See you later, you doughnut!”

She shoved me towards my line with no malice in the action. “Whatever you say, pumpkin girl.”

“Earth to (y/n)? You’ve been glazed over for the past five minutes. What’s so exciting about the window?”

I blink, snapping out of the saccharine memory of Annie’s birthday. Four pairs of eyes are fixed on me, and I animate myself, taking the doughnut from my plate and shrugging. “I was just thinking,” I respond.

“You sure? Not looking at any hot dudes?” the only other female at the table, Sasha, suggests. Her hazel eyes flicker suggestively over to the group of men kicking a ball about in the park over the road from our favourite local café, which has baked goods to die for (or so Sasha and Connie, the food fanatics of my friendship group claim. I won’t argue—the doughnuts are heavenly.)

“Yeah, c’mon, (y/n)! There are three dashing fellows right here, why do you need to stare at those losers?” Connie chimes in, gesturing to himself and my other two male friends, Jean and Marco.

“Yeah, you wish. My type isn’t idiots,” I playfully smack Connie’s head, the growing stubble brushing my fingertips as I find any way to bring the subjects away from men that I would apparently find attractive.

“On all seriousness, what is your type? We’ve never seen you have anyone about.” Jean interrogates. Great.

It took me a while to figure out that I’m likely not into men. I never quite knew why I got so uncomfortable when middle school brought an array of boy bands that prepubescent teenage girls loved to swoon over, and why I could never answer when somebody asked me who was the hottest, but at the age of sixteen, when I realised my heart was racing upon seeing two women kiss in a film my friends and I had watched, it hit me like a freight train that I was definitely attracted to women.

I chose not to indulge anyone in this knowledge; realistically, I know I don’t have too much to worry about. Sure, my parents aren’t screaming about supporting gay rights from the rooftops, but I know that they have no prejudice towards the community, and my four closest friends would accept me no matter what — hell, Marco told us he was gay when we were fifteen and sixteen years old over a game of Mario Kart and we embraced his queerness with open arms.

So what’s the big deal? I think to myself.

“Does it matter? I’m too busy to date. These university decisions are killing me!”

“Simple,” Jean interrupts, pointing the straw of his ridiculously large iced coffee in my direction. “You come to Marley with Marco and me. Good university, far enough away from your parents, and you get your favourite friends with you for the ride!”

Jean and Marco are one class above Sasha, Connie and I, and decided that Marley University, a small, public school that gained a decent reputation despite it being so new, was the place for them. It was hard to say goodbye once they left school, but the holiday breaks came frequently, and soon enough, they were back for Easter, helping their three younger friends decide on which school to go to.

“Tempting, but probably not. I can’t get over the English department in Sina,” I responded dreamily.

“Yeah, and the crazy entry requirements. You’d have to be a robot to get those grades! Just come to Marley with us, I’m sure the English stuff is fine there, too!” Sasha whined, poking at my hand. I take another bite of my nostalgic treat, shaking my head.

“Guys, I love you all, but I can’t make such an important decision based on my friends. You understand, right?”

“It’s fine, (y/n),” Marco interrupts, his familiar comforting smile gracing his freckled face. “We’ll come to visit you up there, right?”

“Nope. Four of us, one of you. She is coming to Marley.” Jean retorts.

“Jesus, fair enough. I’ll book the plane tickets now!” I tell him sardonically. He elbows me jovially in response and stands, coffee in hand. “Right, we can finish our drinks and snacks on the way outside. It's too nice to be spending it indoors.”

Ignoring the protests from Sasha and Connie, who forlornly protest that they haven't had the chance to order a baked good after their main courses, the majority of the group tail towards the double doors, leaving the duo no choice but to begrudgingly follow suit. The late March sunshine is glorious, beaming down on my face, much like the day twelve years ago I was daydreaming about. It suddenly hit me that today, March 22nd, Annie would be turning twenty years old. This newfound knowledge makes my stomach drop and I cannot control the grief coursing through my being.

It's ever so odd how I can remember every detail about my childhood friend; every memory we shared together, her favourite colour, (black, which I insisted was rather morbid for an eight-year-old, so I coaxed her into putting blue as a second favourite) how on Sunday mornings her father would always pick her up from my house after a sleepover at 10 am sharp to take her to karate, even though she had told me in confidence that she much preferred kickboxing. I couldn't tell you many facts about any other childhood friend who I lost to time; it's only Annie. Every detail of the girl who made my infancy etched into my heart, refusing to leave.

As I force myself back into the present moment, I am aware that maybe Annie was more than just my best friend.

But I was so young. How could I have truly differentiated between innocuous childhood affection and romantic yearning?

“Marco?” I punctuate the spring silence before I can even stop myself. “How did you realise your first crush?”

Marco raises his eyebrows. “Jeez, it was so long ago. I was eleven and I was having a sleepover with my friend. We were on his bed playing Minecraft on his laptop, but I wasn’t even paying attention; I was just admiring his face, how he was so engrossed in the game. My heart was racing because I realised I wanted to kiss him, but I didn’t even think it was biologically possible to like the same sex, so I brushed it off. Now I look back…” he laughs awkwardly, before looking me in the eye, his tone suddenly earnest. “Why, what’s up? Anything you want to talk to me about?”

I stop in the street, completely oblivious to the speed of modern day life around me. Suddenly all I care about is how my stomach leapt when I saw her pallid figure walk through the double doors, into the garden, how I found any excuse to hold her hand, how obsessed I was with the topography of her curved nose, icy eyes, lips stark against her pale skin.

“How do you know for sure you’re gay if you’ve only ever had a crush on one person in your life? Somebody who you haven’t spoken to in eight years?”

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫

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misora-msby · 3 years

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goddess of love [chapter 27]

“are you ready to start?” you asked with an excited grin.

“more or less...” kenma replied while awkwardly drying his hands on the old apron he hadn’t taken out of a drawer for years now.

“great!” you grinned and dumped the flour, salt, and butter into a glass bowl, “let’s start making the crust for our apple pie!”

to be completely honest, you didn’t make pie too often. you much preferred cakes and cookies because of how versatile the decorations could be (meaning extra points in classes and they often looked better in the glass displays), but you knew the recipe well.

“so uh... what do i do first?” kenma asked, staring at the bowl in front of him.

“you use this, and sorta crunch it all together!” you took out a fork and began breaking up the butter with it. after demonstrating a couple times, you handed the utensil to kenma, “now you try!”

hesitantly, kenma took the fork and copied your earlier movements, quietly breaking up the butter into pieces to mix with the flour. though he didn’t work with the speed you did, he did a rather good job.

“alright, now to add the water!” you clapped excitedly and poured in a bit of the water while kenma once again watched you teach him the instructions.

about two hours later, you two completed the pie and a simple bolognaise spaghetti for dinner. it wasn’t anything fancy but you two thought it was enough to fill you up while watching a movie. plus, kenma was ecstatic to have half an apple pie to himself.

but though the cooking and baking was a success, something felt off. the date was going well... and yet it wasn’t.

“should we watch a horror movie?” you grinned at kenma as you two settled down on the couch in his giant cinema room.

“horror? yeah, sure. any movie in particular?” he asked while scrolling through the netflix options.

“hm... that one? kuchisake onna.” you pointed at it on the screen. you didn’t know if it was any good but you did know the urban legend about the woman with the slit-mouth and roam the streets looking for a victim.

“what if you get scared on your way back home tonight?” kenma asked with the slightest cheeky smile on his face.

you gasped and pouted, “i wouldn’t get scared! everyone knows that when she asks you “am i pretty?” all you have to say is “i don’t know” and run while she’s confused!”

“what if in the moment you forget? you say ‘mhm’, or in other words, ‘yes’, and she cuts up your face?” the man continued, remembering the old tale he hadn’t heard of for what felt like years.

even if you two were talking about an urban legend, he did have a point. you knew ghosts weren’t real but... if they were, you’d likely be very screwed.

“kenma, are you some secret sadist or something?!” you whined.

“haha, i wouldn’t say that,” he chuckled, “so? do you want to watch the movie?”

“well when you put it like that, i feel scared watching horror,” you sigh and scan the movies on screen, “how about watching a tv series?”

“sure. how about... this one?” he scrolls through the lists before landing on a horror anime called ‘another’. “surely you won’t be too spooked by some anime?” he teases once more.

“huh... no way!”

“good. let’s go with it then.”

throughout the night, you two conversed while watching the movie. it was somewhat confusing, and rather gorey, but it felt enjoyable to watch it with kenma. accompanied by the delicious pasta he cooked, and the sweetness of the pie you made together, it felt like a nice autumn night.

yet... it didn’t feel romantic at all!

you two just sat side by side while watching the show, occasionally chatting or calling out on some bullshit in the storyline, but there was nothing else! no putting an arm around the other, no putting your head on his shoulder, nothing at all!

“perhaps it just wasn’t the right mood...” you mumbled to yourself while driving back to your own apartment. “we were watching horror after all...”

but even so, there wasn’t any goodbye kiss or even a hug.

at least last time he kissed your cheek... you also tried kissing his lips but it only amounted to the slightest brush of your lips since he seemed shy.

had you done something weird that he didn’t like? but usually you’d be able to tell on his face straight away... yet there wasn’t anything.

tonight’s date was strange. and also a little awkward.

“maybe he just doesn’t like baking...” you sigh. ah well, you can’t have a perfect guy and maybe kenma’s flaw is just disliking baking.

as you reenter your little apartment, you put down the heavy box of utensils, tupperwares, and your hand mixer, still thinking about the weird energy of the date.

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luvspence · 3 years

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roommates (V)

spencer reid x reader

synopsis: maybe you’re in love with your roommate?

{rest of the mini series -> I, II, III, IV

———

doorknobs

you wrapped the towel around your body as you went to open the door to get back to your room so you could change

but it was stuck

you toyed with the knob, unlocking and locking but it wouldn’t budge

“spencer!!!!” you pounded to door to get his attention

“yeah?, where are you?”

“i’m stuck in the bathroom and the door won’t open”

he walked over and tried yanking at the doorknob, twisting it, trying everything to get it open

“see spencer i told you we should’ve gotten this looked at! now i’m stuck here with no clothes and no source of entertainment”

“i’m sure i can get it” he continued yanking at the door knob

“spencer it’s gonna break, just call the super”

you heard him yank a few more times before he went and called

“he said 4 hours”

“FOUR HOURS????”

there was no windows, no way out of the bathroom, you were honestly considering going full derek morgan and kicking the door down

you slumped down next to the door

“i’m sorry y/n”

“it’s okay i know you didn’t anticipate me getting stuck in here”

“here i’ll try to slip you some clothes and your phone”

the crack under the bathroom door was exceedingly small, so spencer was only able to get a pair of shorts, a t shirt, a fruit roll up and a magazine through

“wow i’m set” you said sarcastically

you heard spencer talking into the phone

“yeah sorry i can’t make it i” he faked cough “i’m not feeling well”

you heard him hang up the phone and slump next to the door on his side

“what’s up spencer?”

“nothing”

“aren’t you supposed to guest lecture at that conference today?”

“yeah, but i called out”

“why?”

“well i put you in there, so i thought i would stay and keep you company”

“what??! i’ll be fine spence see, i have a fruit roll up and a cosmo, what more could a girl want?”

“no, i want to”

you pressed your ear up to the wood door to hear him more clearly

“so, what’s your fav kind of fruit roll up?”

———

birthdays!

“i’m heading to bed y/n”

“okay goodnight spencer”

“goodnight y/n”

as soon as you heard the door of spencers room close you texted penelope

“coast is clear”

before you knew it a lively woman who carried balloons, streamers, jello, cake and neatly wrapped presents entered your apartment

“mission: spencer reids birthday is a go”

you laughed “shhhh keep it down i don’t want him to wake up”

the rest of the night was spent decorating the living room, baking even more cake and making even more jello

as well as quickly wrapping gifts and setting it on the corner table

finishing off with a banner that read

“happy birthday spencer!”

you and penelope admired your work before sending a text to the bau groupchat (minus spencer)

“attention! please show up to the l/n-reid residence tomorrow promptly at 10 am for our boy wonders birthday! make sure to be quiet when you get here because he will still be asleep”

she sent before she waved goodbye to you and headed down the stairs, you looked around, added the finishing touches and headed to bed

you alarm blared at 9 am to start anticipating the arrival of your co workers

you set up the camera to record spencers reaction, and the team started to pour in

you guys quietly socialized until your started to hear the sound of spencer getting out of his bed

“everyone! hide!”

everyone found their hiding spot, and once spencer opened the door to the living room

“surprise!”

you jumped out from your places and greeted the birthday boy, who was still in his pjs

you ran over to him and put a birthday hat on his head

“happy birthday spencer!!!!!”

“did you do all this?”

“with the help of penelope yes”

as much as spencer hated surprises, it was nice to feel appreciated, and also because it was coming from you

“i love you, thank you”

he pulled you in to hug you

“anything spencer anything”

morgan yelled from across the room “pretty boy getting some for his birthday????”

you laughed and immediately yelled “in his dreams!”

more realistically, in your dreams

———

out of conditioner

“your hair looks nice today”

spencer ran his fingers through his hair and replied

“oh thank you!”

you nodded and went back to typing on your computer, only when you passed by him on your way to the kitchen is when you noticed

“hey”

“hey?” spencer looked confused

“something..”

“something???”

you grabbed a lock of his hair and held it to your nose

“you’ve been using my conditioner huh”

“well,,,,”

“spencer!”

you looked at him is disapproval

he pushed more hair behind his ear

“is this a bad time for tell you we’re out of conditioner?”

——

home decor

your apartment with spencer was home

every single thing in the apartment was so unique to you two, and when you walked in it was obvious that it was you two that lived there

for example your duck lamp that you found at the thrift store

or the antique couch you got from face book market place

or the frames articles written about the bau, spencer’s book collection, spencer’s collection of degrees

the pictures of you two at the gatherings framed on the corner table, the deck of cards that always existed on the kitchen table, the endless collection of mugs

the record player in the corner of the room, accompanied by the book shelf of records

your endless collection of plants on the window

it was home

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anxiousstark · 4 years

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Hello yes, can I put in a request of Reader joining the Pogue group two summers after the whole John B incident and one morning when JJ notices the Chateau void of anyone he gets panicked and when reader and the rest of the group comes back he just embraces all of them and quietly says, “I thought you left without saying goodbye.” Please and thank you.😘😘

Not meant to say goodbye | JJ MAYBANK

Warnings: Angst, swearing, mentions of abuse, anxiety, and panic attacks. It ends on fluff. Not proofread, it’s 2 am right now. First time writing for JJ Maybank. Hope you guys like it.

Word Count: 1253

BIG MASTERLIST

Last night JJ Maybank was embraced by the cold yet comforting sensation of fresh sheets. He couldn't help but fall asleep with a peaceful smile on his face while his hand tightened around your hips. Your hands had caressed his blonde locks, listening to his serene breathes until he was completely asleep. After making sure that he was in a deep slumber, you had decided that you could close your eyes.

But now, JJ Maybank was striving to continue sleeping, trying to ignore the nagging feeling that he felt in his chest. The fresh sheets that had embraced him last night luring him to sleep were now hot. His half-unconscious body seemed to tangle on them. He was suffocating. His deep blue eyes opened, he was staring at the ceiling, coming quickly to his senses and noticing that you weren't beside him.

Where were you?

He got up from the bed as quickly as possible, trying to maintain the calm and not agitate his breath even more.

When he came out of the room that he shared with you, his heart went even crazy, and he believed he could die from how fast it was beating.

No Pope, no Kiara, and even worst. No sign of you.

JJ's right hand went to his throat, he couldn't breathe. His other hand tried to support his body, holding onto the wall, but his shaking legs made him fall to the ground. His feet forced him to move, to 'crawl', resting his back against one of the walls. He hadn't notice, but tears were running down his cheeks. Where were his friends? Where was his family?

His sobs got violent, vision blurred by the big drops of water that threatened to continue falling.

A sound was ignored, too busy trying not to choke while crying. "JJ?"

His eyes focused on a blurred figure, blinking away the teardrops he was able to recognize Pope. He couldn't stand when Pope Heyward would talk about his future, because JJ was terrified of the future, and he still had to decide what he wanted to do with his life. Pope Heyward would do so many great things in his life. He would build his own life, far from the Outer Banks. That terrified JJ. Everyone would move forward while he would stay in the same old place. He was sure his fate was to be alone in the Outer Banks, stuck.

"JJ, dude. What's wrong?" His friend was so worried about him. He had gone out with the two other girls. JJ sleeping meant that they were able to go and buy everything they needed to surprise the Maybank boy for his birthday. They hadn't thrown a party in so long, mostly because one person was missing. John B. Routledge. They were shattered by the disappearance of John B and Sarah Cameron. They missed them so badly, and they just hoped that they were safe and alive. But JJ seemed to be the most affected. John B was the first person JJ Maybank went to when he couldn't stand his dad's beatings, he was the person who offered his place as a safe home for him, he was the person who believed in JJ Maybank like nobody ever did.

The blond got up from the ground, his sobs now loud, not being able to control how agonizing were the sounds coming out from him, and how much pain he was going through. He hugged Pope, who hugged him back as strongly, feeling how devasted JJ was.

His body shook uncontrollably, face hidden on the crook of his neck. Before the boy could ask where he was, Kiara Carrera made an appearance. Her eyes wide open when he saw both friends hugging each other, the blonde boy looking more vulnerable than ever. She let the bags she was carrying fall to the ground, probably breaking the eggs they were going to use to bake JJ's favorite cake. She didn't have to think twice or get an explanation of what was going on. Her arms ended up around both boys, holding the blond boy especially close.

Kiara Carrera was a special girl. JJ was grateful that she was part of the pogues. He never expected a Kook to be so down to earth. She broke all the stereotypes JJ had about pogues. He still couldn't stand those rich brats, but he could stand Kiara. She never made them feel inferior for having more money than they did. She never judged him, even though he committed so many mistakes. She was there to guide him, advising him of what was correct and what was wrong,

"I-I thought you guys left." His voice trembled as his body did too. His sobs became even louder, making his friends' hearts break. Kiara couldn't contain the tears that glistened her eyes, the same happened to Pope.

"What's going on, guys?" A sweet voice but full of worry interfered with JJ's cries.

Y/N Y/L/N. JJ had been so scared to open up to her. He was frightened. After John B's disappearance, he was even more afraid of opening up. But what the heck could he do when Y/N came stumbling into his life and creating the desire to love and be loved?

Every night he would look at the stars, smiling softly while the breeze caressed his face. He would think about John B coming back, and he would repeat over and over again in his head how that moment would be. He would hug him tightly, maybe punch his stomach for leaving, but also holding him tightly. He would proudly introduce Y/N to John B, and he knew he would be so happy for him because JJ finally found someone that made him feel like Sarah Cameron made John B feel.

"JJ, baby." Your voice was a mere whisper, eyes getting teary even though you didn't understand the situation. But seeing the love of your life sob violently while holding into your friends was overwhelming. You run to them. They let you get in between them, so you were completely clutching into JJ. "What happened? What is going on?"

"I woke up," Your hands rubbed his back, giving him the comfort he needed to continue. "And you guys weren't there. There was nobody." His eyes searched deep into yours. Your lips pecking his softly, trying to calm down his weepings. "You didn't leave a note. You always leave a note when you leave."

You had left a note, telling JJ that the three of you were going out to buy all you needed for the entire week, without mentioning that you guys were going to buy some stuff for his upcoming birthday.

Kiara looked around, she had seen you leave a note for JJ, knowing he would get anxious when seeing the Chateau empty. But you guys didn't expect him to feel so frail. Kiara noticed that the window was open, the wind had must have knocked the note out of the table.

"I thought you left without saying goodbye."

You cried loudly. "I would never leave you, JJ. I would never leave you. We are not meant to say goodbye, okay?" Your hands grabbed his face, thumbs rubbing his cheeks. "I'm so sorry we scared you like that. I love you, JJ Maybank."

You would never leave him. Nobody would take you away from him. Nobody.

That night was spent hugging each other, comforting hugs, non-timid hands clutching, and expressing feelings of love and friendship.

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rayisme · 2 years

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Romeo And Juliet But Gay

Chapter 8

//Warnings! Mention of scars, hint of self harm, also some talk of some mental problems, hint of a bit of depression.

Roman's POV

I wake up one day, a Saturday. We don't have any auditions to go to, so we can just relax. Logic is up early, as usual, and Morality is making breakfast. I know both because I know that Logic is always up after 7 AM, and I can smell the pancakes (or waffles) that Morality is making. I start to get up and get dressed, pulling on my regular outfit that I usually wore every day, sliding my red sash over my head. "Creativity!" I hear Morality call up the stairs and I smiled a little.

"Coming!" I call back as I started walking downstairs. "What's for breakfast Padré?" Morality looks up and smiles at me.

"Chocolate chip waffles!" I can't help but giggle a little as he replies. He looks so excited.

"Cool! So where's the nerd?" He puffs out his cheeks at that and crosses his arms a little as he turns over the waffle in the waffle maker.

"Creativity! Be nice." I just roll my eyes a little and sit down at the counter to make coffee.

"I am! It's how I show my love! Or friendship in this case." Morality hesitates to answer, but he nods a little as he takes the finishes waffle out of the waffle maker.

"... Okay then..." He gives me the waffle and I start to put things like syrup on it. I start eating it once I'm done and think as I hear the door to the library open. I glance over and wave a little at Logic.

"Hey Logic." He sighs and crosses his arms.

"Hello Creativity. Please do not speak with your mouth full." I just nodded a little and finished eating the first few bites of my waffles.

"Morality is making waffles." Logic nods a little and sits down at the counter as he looks to Morality.

"I would like blueberries in mine please." Morality just nods a little and smiles.

"Of course Logic! I know you like your fruit." Logic nods again and starts to eat some strawberries. "So what are you two planning on doing today?" Logic thinks for a moment before he answers.

"I was thinking of doing some experiments and reading a bit, perhaps watching Star Treck as a treat." Morality and I nod as I smile.

"I was thinking of bringing my friend in the imagination to the beach. Then talking to him about the thing you and I talked about Morality." He nods again and smiles reassuringly.

"I believe in you kiddo! You can do it!" I just giggle a little and nod again as I finish my waffle.

"Thank you Morality! What are you planning on doing?" He just beams and turns to us.

"I was gonna bake some bread and cake!" I smile and nod a little.

"I'll be looking forward to it! See you guys later!" I wave goodbye and teleport into the imagination.

In the Imagination

I look around when I enter my room in my castle, smiling a little when I see Virgil sitting on my bed, playing on his phone. He's wearing a dark purple, almost black hoodie and sweatpants. Then he looks up when he hears me land. "Oh, hey Roman. Where are we going today?" I giggle a little and smile more.

"I was thinking the beach. And don't worry if you have any scars, so do I. From many battles. If you do have any, you need not be ashamed. It just shows that whatever tried to hurt you, you were stronger and you survived." I say after I see him hesitate to move, seeming to be thinking about something. He relaxes a little at my words, then nods.

"Thanks... I'd love to go to the beach. Let's just grab our swim suits and towels." He replies and we both put our swim suits on under our clothes, then grab towels.

"Great! Let's go!" I teleport us to the beach, with an extra towel, sunscreen and a parasol of course. We need to make sure we aren't sunburned. Virgil helps me to set everything up, I take off my shirts and pants to show my swim shorts, and put on sunscreen. I sit down and start applying it on my arms and face, making sure Virgil sees the battle scars that I have, as well as a few self made ones. Virgil sits next to me and took my right arm as I start on my left leg.

"... Why Princey?" I sigh softly and finish on my leg.

"... It's hard to explain. It's like there's this... this crushing weight on me all the time, that gives me bad thoughts. Like if Intrusive Thoughts sat on Thomas' shoulders all the time and was still the same size, telling him the ideas that came into his mind. And this..." I gesture to the scars on my arm. "That relives the weight a bit, that pressure to do better. It takes my mind off the emotional or mental pain by making me focus on the physical." He seems to hesitate, but nods a little. "Will you help me put sunscreen on? I'll help you with yours if you want." Virgil nods again and I lie on my stomach. He puts sunscreen on my back and I relax a little as he slowly massages it into my skin. "That feels nice..." I mumble and smile. He chuckles a little and I can feel the smile in his voice when he speaks.

"Good. I'm almost done Princey. Then we gotta put sunscreen on me because I burn easily." I nod and sit up as he wipes his hands, done.

"Okay, now your turn. Lie down in the shade Panic At The Everywhere." He chuckles and does as I ask as I put sunscreen on my hands so I can put it on him. I sit over him, then slowly start to massage the sunscreen into his skin, careful not to hurt him. He sighs softly and I smile as he relaxes, slowly closing his eyes. I can feel him melt under my hands as I finish on his back, continuing to massage the sunscreen into his neck. Once I pull away, he whines a little and yawns a bit as I chuckle. "Emo, we have to do the rest of your body, or you'll burn. And we need to take off your makeup." He sits up and pouts a little, but he nods and helps me take off his makeup, then put the sunscreen on his face. He doesn't feel comfortable with me touching his legs or arms though, which I respect. "Okay, I'm gonna go build a sand castle now." He nods and I set off to sit in the sand and build a sand castle the old fashioned way. It's much more fun like that. Soon after I start, he comes over to help.

"So what's the plan princey?" I just chuckle a little as I think.

"I was thinking of building a sand castle, then going scuba diving. It's a nice day too." Virgil nods a little and seems to think about my words.

"Okay. Anything in particular you want to show me?" I just shrug a little in response.

"I kinda wanted it to surprise me too, so I kinda left the ocean here for, what's for them, 1 million years. For me, it was 5 years. So I'm not sure what's down there. But my kingdom has been pulling up a lot of different kinds of fish, some I've never seen before. It's really cool. Logic would probably love to study them." He chuckles a bit and nods as he sits next to me, then starts helping me to build the sand castle. It's finished much quicker with his help, so soon after I summon the scuba gear and help him put it on. Once that's done, we both jump into the awaiting spray of sea in front of us.

It takes us a while to get deep enough that we noticed any physical changes around us, but soon after we saw beautiful corals in a rainbow of colors. There are so many fish that neither of us have seen before, and we both take pictures to show our friends. It looks beautiful. And... To be honest... In this lighting, his eyes sparkling, Virgil looks... Adorable. So happy and calm, like he doesn't have a care in the world. I can't help but smile under my scuba mask, then lead him deeper into the depths below. Our oxygen won't run out for a while, about an hour, so we have plenty of time to explore. However, I feel a strange, ominous presence behind us. But before I can turn around to look, everything goes black.

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xonepeacelovex · 3 years

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tomorrows with you | pt. 2

tomorrows with you | pt. 1

xonepeacelovex | masterlist | skz kim seungmin

Characters: Kim Seungmin x Reader | Han Jisung x Reader | Best Friend Felix

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Supernatural AU

Trigger Warning: Mention of depression | The rest under the cut

Word Count: almost 1k i think :))

A/N: Let me know what do you think about this. Love yah! Happy Pride Month!

As soon as you closed your door, you leaned against it, holding tightly the box of cake by its string. Staring at the box, tears started to fall again from your eyes. “Am I really that sad?” you whispered to yourself. You laugh as the question registered in your mind, wiping your tears. It’s not like you to admit you’re sad on your birthday.

Today is different though. First, you didn’t even try to write down a detail from the dream. It frustrated you, the dream. Is your frustration the reason why you cried in front of a total stranger?

Hands holding your hot face, you felt embarrassed, remembering what happened earlier. His warmth radiating as he steps closer to you, his hands almost touching you. He looked at you like he knows what you’ve been through. It almost felt like you’re in the dream. You are fully awake, right?

You shook your head, walking away from your door as you put down your cake at your dining table. Taking the cake out of its box as you frantically searched for a matchstick on the cabinets. You looked at the clock on the wall, “Quarter to twelve,” you read out loud. Somehow reminding yourself that Felix will be calling anytime soon. “Aha!” you exclaimed as you found the matchstick at the same time your phone rings. Walking towards the table where your phone and cake are, you look at the caller id, the crazy picture of your best friend on display.

You picked it up, “Hey,” you said softly to him. “Facetime!” he demanded. You hang up immediately, checking your face through your phone camera. “No tears left,” you checked. You practiced smiling, only to be interrupted by Felix’s caller id. “Happy birthday!” greeting you immediately when you answered his call, as he cheekily smiles at you. “Do you like the cake?” he asked, anticipating your reaction to his surprise. “Yes,” you said smiling at him, “Thank you.”

You are eternally grateful for your best friend, he never failed to put a smile on your face. He’s the literal meaning of sunshine. You really don’t remember why you two became friends or how you two became friends. What you know is he’s always with you since forever, helping you in any way.

“You’re welcome. Did you already lighted up the candles?” he asked giddily. “Doing it,” you replied to him, piercing clumsily the candles on your cake. Felix laughs at you, you looked at him offended, “Don’t judge me please,” you joked at him, putting the last candle. “Not judging you. I’m just thankful that I didn’t bake that cake. You ruined it with your stabbing,” he teased. You tried to make a sad face, “I’m going to eat it anyway,” you pouted. You both laugh at your antics.

Maybe the reason why you felt sad and lonely is that Felix is not with you right now. He’s basically the only one you have or for that matter, the only one left in your life.

Not that you will say that to your therapist but you felt Felix is the only one left in your life. Something is telling you that you have a life more than this but sadly you can’t remember it. Depression is cruel, making you forget things.

Felix’s smile falters, scrutinizing your face, “Did you cried?” he asked. “What? No,” dismissing his suspicion, smiling at him. “Okay,” acknowledging your answer, looking sorry for not being with you on your birthday.

“I love you, Y/N,” he continued. “I know,” you nodded, “I love you too,” you watch Felix as his eyes tear up. “Let’s not welcome the new year with tears in our eyes,” you scolded him, Felix patted his eyes. “Don’t feel sorry for me,” you finally voiced out to him. “I promise, I’ll celebrate my birthday and the new year,” you comforted him if that only makes him feel reassured.

A faint knock on your door can be heard despite the jazz music playing in your turntable, an attempt on making your apartment lively in this festive celebration. Standing up from the chair, you looked at the time on your phone, 1:11 am, who will knock at your door at this time.

Felix just said his goodbyes after he greeted you with a happy new year and showing you the spectacular fireworks decorating the night sky. He doesn’t want to hang up yet but he needs to go around his house to greet his relatives.

To your surprise, the man earlier is at your door, biting his lips, a slightly crumpled paper at his hands. “I’m sorry but I forgot to get your signature for the delivery,” he babbled, watching your reaction, gulping in nervousness. “Yeah,” getting the paper and pen from his hands, signing the paper. Your cheeks felt hot as you felt him looking at you intently. Giving back his pen and paper, your hands brushed against him. You made the mistake to look at him, at his eyes.

He looked calmer now, “Happy birthday,” he greeted you.

“Happy birthday,” you heard a familiar voice greeting you.

You look around, searching the source of the voice as your eyes landed on the man in front of you. “How do you-“ you blurted out, surprise that he knows.

He waved the paper you just signed, “Ah yeah,” acknowledging, “Well, thank you and I’m sorry about earlier,” you apologized. “I don’t what came to me and I swear I don’t usually cry on my birthday,” now you are the one babbling. You stop talking when you realize he’s smiling at you.

“Do you feel better when you ate the cake?” he asked, saving you from further babbling. “Yes,” you answered him.

If Felix is here, he’ll also think you’re crazy.

“Since today is unusual,” you started, “I’ll ask you this,” you continued. “Do you wanna come in and helped me finish the cake?” you proposed to the stranger.

“Are you not afraid I might be a bad guy?” he countered, amused at what you are proposing to him. “I-,” you looked down, biting your lips in contemplation. You chuckle at the realization, “Said the man who almost cried with me earlier,” you teased. “No, I don’t think you are a bad guy, good guy,” you laughed.

“Seungmin,” holding out his hand for you to shake, “Kim Seungmin,” he introduced himself.

“Kim Seungmin,” you repeated as you smile, “I’m Y/N,” taking his hand and shaking it. Finally, touching his hands now.

“Jisung,” you heard a voice, “Han Jisung.”

You immediately let go of his hands as you heard the voice again.

Jisung, you repeated in your thought, trying not to forget it. Who are you?

Seungmin looked at you with worry in his eyes, as you dismissed it with a smile, “Come in,” inviting him inside your home.

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