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abloomingperiod · 8 months

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menace | jeon jungkook

"just tell me already, babe" jungkook's voice whines through the line, and you roll your eyes so much at his boyish manners it hurts your eye sockets.

"no, jungkook. and don't you 'babe' me", you tell him in a rigid tone, and you hear what seems to be a defeated sigh.

if you didn't know him, that could be believable.

after a few seconds, you hear him again, "fine, i'll just go inside every single one 'til i find you", he says in a smug voice, and you just know he is smirking as he says it.

"the fuc- no you're not. leave me alone."

"you're gonna make me lose it, y/n" he goes back to whining, "one day, you get mad because- well, i kinda messed up, yeah... then when i try to make it right, you get mad because i'm trying to! you're not making any sense!" his voice now is nowhere near a normal tone, but you don't even get mad at his pathetic complaints.

jungkook whines. he fucking whines.

and even though you feel like telling him off, you can't deny what's inside your heart - from the insistent curling up of your lips to the hand putting your phone impossibly closer to your ear,

you find it adorable.

a second deep sigh brings you back to earth, followed by a pleading, yet small "just tell me where you are."

"no."

"i'm finding you."

"you sound like a psycho."

"you're making me act like one."

"then i hope someone hears it and calls authorities on you."

"yah, what is it with you today? geez... i should get into meditation with the amount of patience i'm putting on you today..." you hear his muffled complain with a hidden grin, and you almost miss the buzz of cars and anonymous voices evading your desperate, whiny situationship's phone call. just where the hell is he-

"that leather jacket again? shoulda bought you a new one instead of getting these..."

...what.

you look around and no one even resembles the annoying ass that goes by the name of jungkook, and still, you feel as hot as every time his eyes rests on your figure.

then, standing against a building wall, big doe eyes stare right at you, proud and smug, and yet, annoyingly enticing. jungkook has his phone in one hand, and in the other...

holds a bouquet of sunflowers.

"oh, god."

"told you i'd find your ass."

"you really went psycho, didn't you?"

"maybe. come outside or i'm screaming your name across the street."

you groan as frustrated as ever and hope his ear bleeds with it, intentionally smushing you lips on the speaker. when you watch his scrunched up nose disapproving of it, you almost feel satisfied, but his shit-eating grin following makes you question if you still had enough cake on your plate to throw at him - although it would be a horrible waste, specially knowing where - or whom - it would land on.

there's better use for it, so you just ask the waiter to wrap it up for you to take home. maybe you could poison it and give it to jeon, or maybe you could stop lying to yourself and acknowledge the other part of your brain that imagines you and him sharing it after hours and hours of kissing.

kisses. it's been a while since they've happened.

exactly. don't forget about that.

jungkook is a menace.

you sigh before hanging up with a defeated "fine". after paying the cashier and opening the door, you have to mentally brace yourself for what's to come - his softly curled hair and pretty nose bridge could affect your judgment like nothing else - and he knows it, but jungkook knows better than to joke about it. he knows the risk of being a dead man by tomorrow exists and prevails.

you get close to his pretty figure that's waiting for you and jungkook eyes you from head to toe, maybe as if to identify any body language that indicates you're about to throw your things at him, and he almost pouts at the absence of it, even if it was for a silly, light slap on his arm, like you always do when he annoys you.

jungkook misses your touch.

undoubtedly, he eyes you like he wants to meet every part of your body again - and you feel like it burns.

you stare at each other for a few seconds, until jungkook simply asks,

"miss me?"

"like a rat misses a cat"

he scoffs at you and shakes his head slightly, and his left hand offers you the yellow, beautiful bouquet. you eye the bouquet, eye him, and then the bouquet, and then him...

"i'm sorry for making you wait for over an hour at my door. i fell asleep and forgot to set an alarm, and i really wish i didn't because it looked like i didn't care but i really do, i actually thought about it since you said you could come over and it even made me a little off throughout those 2 days. i don't want you thinking i don't care. i really do... and i hate the face you make when you're mad at me." jungkook says in a sweet, sincere tone, and you notice your lips already curling up to the point it hurts. doe eyes find your own, and you feel your heart stumble all over your train of thought.

"so you're saying my face is the problem?" you bitterly retort.

"yah, didn't you just hear anything i said? don't pull this now." he responds with an annoyed, impatient and a little whiny tone, and you focus on his mole so you won't smile again at his annoyance. "and no, you're always pretty. your mad face is just scary."

you can't resist and let a small grin appear on your lips, followed by a scoff and a "you have such a way with words, jeon jungkook," you respond, eyes narrowed and grin still plastered on your face.

"if i had more time to come up with a heartfelt apology maybe i could do better but i was too busy searching for this girl around the neighbourhood."

"and how's that search going for you?" you ask, finally reaching for the apology in form of your favourite flowers he holds.

a doe eyed jungkook eyes your face again, nose scrunching up and smile appearing as he watches you embrace the bouquet with a big smile. as your teeth appear and the golden sunlight hits your face illuminating your puffy cheeks, his smile turns into a whipped one.

jungkook has always been a man of giggles and jokes, but as the sun insists on you and irradiates over your eyes that now reaches his, glowing and big, he can't help but blurt out,

"i think i found everything i was looking for."

you're a fool. in this exact moment, across an ordinary street with unfamiliar faces and loud city noises, you finally realize.

you're a fool for jeon jungkook.

you can't resist - once again -, and quickly rest a peck on his cheek, like you're two hiding lovers, even though, no one knows you, and any other noise is louder than your words.

but jungkook loves it. like a cheesy soulmate story, jungkook thinks your kisses were destined to be his to take.

he stares at you, so fondly and so adoring you almost blush.

"we're good?" he asks shyly.

"yes, jungkook. we're fine." you respond with a chuckle and eyes rolling back.

"hm... no. fine is not enough."

"well, you'll need more than flowers to be more than fine."

he narrows his eyes at you, and you think for a second he just might call it a day and give up, when the bluntiest person in the world asks you,

"let me date you."

you're sure your heart just skipped a dozen beats.

"what."

"let me date you. be my girlfriend. i've been meaning to ask you that for a while now..."

"a-are you going this far just to-"

"don't even go there", he stops you. jungkook takes the wrapped cake and bag on his hand, as if to help you, even though you didn't ask for help. "i would like to be your boyfriend, and i think you would like that, too. i think we're a good match and i want to confirm that i'm correct. so, do you want to be my girlfriend?" he blurts out and you don't think you've ever heard him speak so fast in his life.

jungkook stares at you, and with your 3 second-silence, his eyes go big and round like he's anxious and impatient, and you think you're a selfish being for finding it so adorable to the point it turns into a 4 second-silence.

so, you let him live.

"sure." you respond, and jungkook judges your words with a heavy frown.

"'sure'? why are you being so nonchalant about it? i'm pouring my heart out for you and all i get-"

he's not able to finish because your lips are already on his, and you god you miss him. you miss him, you miss him, you miss him.

jungkook retributes right away, arm wrapping around your waist as your hand caress his cheek. his plush lips kissing yours so softly, but so urgently. he misses you, he misses you, he misses you.

god, he misses you.

and as you pull out and grab his hand, you simply say "i think you're correct, too. and yes, i do."

he smiles wide, watching your entangled fingers with a giggly, dazed "yeah... me, too."

he's adorable.

"hey, is this cake being saved for later..."

"yes, for when you properly welcome me at your home." jungkooks gives you a look and encircles your shoulders with his arm, and says "then, let's go. my girl needs her proper welcome right now."

you want to twirl your hair around your finger and giggle the night away, and you would, if jungkook wasn't wearing the smuggest smile on his lips, and you can't help but roll your eyes hard, and you also can't help but let the stupid grin you're holding appear on your face.

jungkook is a menace.

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its-tiamat · 2 years

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|| CHANGING PLANS 5 ||

Mina is kind of a little shit in this chapter, and I love her for it. Bakugo is acting nicer than usual???

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo × fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing (#LetBakugoSayFuck)

CHAPTER 1 ♧ NEXT

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You stayed there staring at the ceiling in Mina's room for a while, even when the boys had been shooed away by the girl.

"This is it," you whined.

"Oh, come on," said Mina. She was slouching on her chair, with both feet on the desk, and you raised an eyebrow when you realized the math book was opened beneath them. At least she was wearing socks, you thought.

She didn't seem to mind it, and went on with her ramble: "At least your new boyfriend doesn't know anything about this little gamble. And I swear, nobody's gonna tell him, we're all way too scared of him."

"Please Mina." You covered your face with your right arm. "Stop calling Bakugo that."

"Yeah, whatever, if you two don't get together by the end of the year I'm gonna-" Mina pouted, pondering her words. "I'm gonna dye my hair yellow."

"You should take that back," you said, "or at least change color. I doubt yellow would suit you."

"How about teal?"

You snorted. "Teal is a bit better. You should already buy the dye."

"Nah, I believe in you two."

It was almost dinnertime, but you didn't feel hungry at all. All your emotions felt like a knot around your stomach, and looking at your classmates' faces knowing they were all playing wingman with you. And of course, looking at your teacher's would have been even worse.

Naturally, Mina noticed your lack of appetite, and guessing the reason behind it was a piece of cake. She put on her shoes and walked towards the door, but then stopped and sat down beside you.

"I get you aren't hungry, just come downstairs and try to eat something ok? You know skipping meals isn't good for your health."

"It's just for today," you tried to argue, "just for a meal. It can't be that unhealthy, right?"

"I wouldn't take the risk if I were you." She said.

"Well, if I were me – which I unfortunately am – I'd stay here" you chuckled "plus, it's probably good for my psychological health to stay here if you think about it."

Mina hit your arm. "You can't hide in my room for the next two years, girl."

"Or can I?" You laughed.

Mina rolled her eyes back in desperation, and groaned your name before laying down beside you. "Do whatever the hell you want, god you are so stubborn I can't believe it."

Silence fell in the room while you both lied on your backs, looking up above you. Mina broke the silence first: "Well, it really is a nice ceiling. I never noticed it before. I could paint something on it for you if you're gonna spend that much time staring at it." she teased.

"Oh Mina you are soooo funny, tell me when you are over with your bullshit so I know when to lau- Ow. Stop punching me." You punched her back.

"Wanna know who found out first?" she asked.

You furrowed your brow. "Found out what?"

"That you liked Bakugo, you dummy!" Just when you thought the embarrassment was over.

"It was Sero," she continued, mindlessly, "he doesn't look like it but he's quite the sensitive type."

"Is he now?" you asked. You had never spoken to Sero that much, he looked like a funny guy but he didn't talk a lot. Maybe he preferred to listen to others. Maybe that's why he had noticed you-

"I swear he is! He didn't want to be involved in Kiri's plan tho, he said it would've been better if we left you two alone. He and Kaminari almost got in a fight over that." Mina laughed.

"Sensitive and sensible, I see," you said, "I like that in a man."

"Girl," said your friend turning to look at you, "you clearly do not."

Bakugo was already halfway through his dinner when he realized how fast he was eating. Gulping down food like that? Was it nervous eating? He wasn't even tasting his meal.

You hadn't come downstairs for dinner. Well, what was he supposed to do about that? It was your damn business wether you wanted to eat or not.

"You angry at something bro?" Kirishima had sat down beside him.

"I'm fine." he answered, and tried to chew his food slower. Now that he was thinking about it, he hadn't seen any of those useless extras for the whole afternoon. Was it another prank? They must have felt so stupid after the one they had tried to pull in the morning failed so miserably.

"Where are all the others?"

Kirishima's mouth was full of salad, all managed to utter was: "Huh?"

"The other idiots. Where are they?"

"I have no idea. The girls are staying upstairs tho, Mina told me they weren't feeling too well."

So that's where you were. Bakugo went back to eating his meal, concealing his worries. Were you sick? Maybe you had spent too much time under the sun that morning, you shouldn't have skipped dinner in that case though. And you should have kept hydrated.

Who cared?

He only hoped it wasn't something contagious, he didn't have time for that.

"What about yellow hair?" he asked after a while.

"He said he had to talk to Jirou or something."

"Ears? Really?"

Kirishima laughed. "That's what he said, if you trust his word on it. I'd be surprised if something happened between them, honestly."

"I'd be surprised if something happened between him and any girl, honestly," scorned Bakugo. The redhead shrugged and went back to his salad.

That evening, the class voted for what to watch on tv, and to the boy's dismay the national orchestra concert had won. Literally anything else could have been better, even soap operas or prize games. But all votes had been scattered on different shows, and somehow the orchestra had received four votes. Bakugo sat on the couch only halfway through the introduction, before picking up a bowl and a bottle of water from the kitchen counter and loudly insulting whoever had chosen to vote for that thing.

Mina's math book was beside you, opened at a random page on the bed. You had picked it up hoping to have a distraction, but ended up playing with your friend's console instead. Mina was taking a shower, so you could finally enjoy some time by yourself, and maybe reflect. Why were you even acting like that? Your stomach growled, empty. You should have just pretended nothing happened and have eaten something.

Your friends acted childish, but you weren't any better if this was enough to burrow in Mina's room. Though honestly, hadn't it played in your favour in the end? It clearly couldn't be considered a proper date, but it was something right? What of he really had come with you just to be kind?

You heard a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Mina shouted from inside the bathroom. You got up and unlocked the door, almost falling to the ground when Katsuki barged in.

"MINA YOU BETTER TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK-" In the corner of his eye, Bakugo saw you still holding the door. "There you are!" he shouted, "why aren't you in your room huh?"

"Didn't know I needed your permit to go out of it, in the first place," you joked, a hint of nervousness in your voice, while closing the door behind you. "Plus, I was doing math."

He pointed at the book "That's the wrong page, just rest if you are too tired for homework. No need to look cool huh."

"Why are you-"

"I brought you food since you spoiled girls are too tired to go downstairs." The boy handed you a bottle of water and placed a bowl of fruit salad on the desk: "Also, if you really don't feel well you should drink water and try to sleep. Not play video games and hide them when-"

In that moment Mina opened the bathroom door, still I'm her robe, her eyes wide as they kept moving from your Katsuki to you. The boy looked away horrified: "Go put on something for fuck's sake! Come on!"

"Guess what, Bakugo," she answered, "you're the one that got in MY room! What are you even doing here?"

"I just brought food to her- I mean, to you two so stop yelling at me you idiot raccoon eyes." The two stared at each other, and you could feel the temperature in the room skyrocketing with the tension.

"Well," said Mina in the end, "I have to change now, so fuck off both of you." You raised your eyebrows. "Go away guys! And I'm not hungry so take away all that stuff." Mina pointed at the bowl, then at the door. Bakugo could do nothing but follow you, as the bowl was shoved in his hands and both of you got kicked out in the corridor.

"Mina, no," you tried to say, but your friend just winked at you before closing the door on your face.

"Oh well," you said, turning to look at the boy. He was fuming, and you could bet that the only thing keeping him from kicking down the door was the bowl of fruit he still held in his hands. "I'd really eat something, if you're ok with it. My room is that way."

"I know where your room is," he muttered.

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jaehyunoos · 3 years

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- Over it

Summary: You always preached about getting over your ex, real fast. But what if you haven't and you've been lying to yourself all along?

Genre: Breakup!au, angst, a tiny bit of fluff at the end

Tw?: Alcohol consumption, a mention of reader wanting to unalive herself, reader is lying to herself as a coping mechanism???

Pairing: Lee Jeno x fem!reader (brief mentions of Haechan)

Word Count: 1.7k (it's the longest I've ever written lmfao)

Author's Note; Angsty queen or what?? lmao,, HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE JENO !!!! also, my requests are open if you want to request anything I will deliver <3 if you read this I love you and thank you for reading !! Enjoy 💚

You were over him. You were sure of that. After breaking up you did absolutely everything to get him out of your mind and surprisingly enough, it worked. You got a new haircut, started a new job, took care of yourself better, and made new friends. Life was a piece of cake for you when he left, everything came to a lot easier, in which you were thankful for that. You had moved on once and for all... Or so you thought.

Finding yourself looking back at times you were with him, how happy he made you, how much of a gentleman he was, how he made you feel like you were high; above everyone, and how much pleasure he gave you, you were his muse.

Slapping yourself out of your trance, you promised yourself to not think about him anymore. This night was going to be all about you and you only. Not Jeno -hell- not even a hundred Jenos couldn't stop you from having fun tonight. You were over him and that was final.

Walking into the house; which the party was hosted. Nose filing with the writhing stench of pure alcohol, mixed with sweat, you internally gagged passing by a couple making out at the kitchen entrance, you rolled your eyes taking a beer from the fridge and making your way out to the sofa. No way you would get out of this party sober, you had to drink, you had to get wasted. In honor of this prick; Lee Jeno, your ex.

You always boasted about how you were over him and how you didn't love him anymore. How he hurt you so bad that your feelings for him just stopped. You were so full of yourself, wow you had gotten over a relationship that you thought would be tough to manage, what a surprise. But seeing him walk into this house -powerfully so- with a lady by his side smiling and hugging his friends, you started to rethink everything you've done so far.

Were you really over the one and only; Lee Jeno? Or was all of this just a front, a new way of coping without him in your life? How did you manage to lie to yourself and believe it?

You know what they say; fake it 'till you make it. But did you? Did you make it? No, the fuck you did not. You were not over him. And you wouldn't be able to get over him, ever. Today marks the day you realized you didn't move on, putting one and two together you realized that all this time you were lying to yourself, and everyone around you. The hypocrisy.

Chugging the liquid down your throat, along with the betrayal you felt, the cold liquid cooling off your insides, making you feel a lot better at that moment. You smiled to yourself, alcohol made you feel free, your coping mechanism of a real escape once in a while. You got up to your feet, straightening your clothes, you made your way to the kitchen once again. You made sure you walked past them in long, powerful strides, grabbing your beer and exiting the kitchen, the same way you entered.

You glanced at them, seeing as he didn't even spare a glance at you, you sulked on the sofa. You couldn't stop thinking about the way he held her, by her waist, as if she was something so delicate; so fragile that if he held her in his arms for too long, she would break and disappear from his arms. You wanted to cry at that moment, he looked so happy. Maybe he truly was, maybe he didn't lie to himself like you did, and he was truly over you.

Or maybe he wasn't, you liked to cope with that idea. That he was putting up a front for you and everyone, that he didn't move on from you, but only the pained ones can dream, am I right? You wanted to dip at that moment, hide forever; or die. You shouldn't have come to this party, ever. Maybe if you stayed home and kept lying to yourself that you were happy, that you were able to live your life better without him. But at the same time, you wanted to get up and give him a good old slap into his handsome face.

How could he move on that fast? Get a new girlfriend, just like that, as if you never meant anything to him, ever. A person sitting beside you, suddenly, took you out of your train of thoughts.

"Hyuck!!, hey!" you breathed out.

Lee Donghyuck aka; Haechan. One of Jeno's best friends aka; your emotional support boy, was there with you, in all your crazy times after your breakup with him. "Hey, babydoll" he came closer to your face so you could hear what he said. Babydoll. The nickname he created after he, unexpectedly, caught you crying over baby dollies once, while he was over for late nights talks.

"What are you doing here all by yourself, mi querida?" asked, him.

"I'm trying to have as much fun as I can, I have so much to do this week" you let out a fake sigh, you had no work, no classes this week. You were just creating excuses because you were gonna spend those 7 days crying yourself to sleep and eat ice cream 'til you throw up.

Haechan threw an arm around you "he's here you know" he motioned towards Jeno and his crew with his chin, you looked over there for a second, catching a glimpse of Jeno smiling. You looked down at your red solo cup, sighing, "I know, what can I do about it" you looked at his eyes this time. "it's his birthday today".

"I know, how could I forget" you smiled.

"Maybe, I don't know, go there and wish-"

"ooookay time to get up and dance" you patted his thigh as you got up.

"Gosh, why are you so stubborn, I asked you to wish him a happy birthday, not fuck him, for god's sake!!" Haechan shot up from the sofa.

You stood there for a second, frozen, what was this outburst?

"Are you out of your mind!? He's clearly over me Hyuck, and as much as I wanna go up there and give him the biggest hug I can't. I can't just barge into his life back again and be like "heeey" as if nothing ever happened between us, as if we didn't hurt each other!"

You didn't mean to burst out like that, he probably heard what you said in fact; everyone did. Tears gathering in your eyes, you ran outside, the embarrassment too much to handle. You felt overwhelmed. You felt as if everyone was pushing you all this time and you -just now- had finally reached your breaking point.

Sitting on a bench near the pool, you let your sadness, frustration, regret, lies; everything takes over you as you sobbed into your hands. You felt stupid for crying over something so small, you felt bad because Haechan was probably somewhere beating himself up for pushing your limits. You didn't mean to be that sensitive.

You suddenly felt movement beside you as if someone sat there. You took your face out of your hands and looked at the person. Gasping, you wiped your -now wide- eyes and sat straight. There was none there besides the one and only, yeah you guessed it; Lee Jeno. "Do you mind if I sit here?" he gave you a soft smile.

'It's okay, you can sit, I guess" you cleared your throat.

You looked at him as he stared straight into the sky, a soft smile displaying on his lips as he rocked himself gently, back and forth. Mimicking his position, you did the same as you looked to the front, enjoying the cold breeze. "What happened to us?" you heard him speak, you turned to him, shrugging, "I don't know".

"it's like one minute we were in love and the other we were not"

you frowned.

"true, it's just one of us stopped loving the other for good but the one who thought that she had everything under control, turns out she's still madly in love, with the other" you smiled at him.

What you said caught him off guard, his eyes went wide in shock, but he quickly recovered. "Look, don't get me wrong I loved you; a lot, heck I might still love you. No, scratch that I am still in love with you, but, I'm in a very happy and healthy relationship and I want to keep it that way" you felt yourself tense up at the word 'relationship' but you quickly covered it up with a smile "it's okay Jeno, I get it, I never really expected anything after our breakup anyways" you patted his shoulder as you continued looking at the stars in the sky.

"Hey, Jen" you called out to him.

"Hm?"

"Can I get a last hug?" you looked at him.

"Come here" he motioned as he opened his arms to engulf you in a hug.

That's what it felt like hugging your whole world.

Finally. She felt as if she found her peace again. Her safe haven. After all the pain, the drama and deceit, the chaos and despair, there was rest. She felt once again the warmth and safety of his arms and how his hands held her as if he had known her all her life. She was finally home.

"She felt as if she found her peace again. Her safe haven." But that only would last that long as Jeno had to go back home to the safety of the arms of his girlfriend, and she had to go back to an empty home, an empty world, cause that's what her world felt like without him; empty. She wanted him back in her arms, she needed to be in his arms, but it was too late for that as Jeno went back to his girlfriend and she had to go back home, full of regrets. She was not over him and she chooses to ignore it and the more she ignored it the more further away Jeno slipped from her arms to the arms of another.

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harold231 · 3 years

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It wasn't real

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Posted: 04/30/2021

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None? Maybe a lil angst just a lel bet.

A/N: I think it might be good? Idk You let me know. But like frfr, don't just give me feedback in your mind, put it into words. Also I apparently have a thing for Bucky in a dotted apron soooo yeah.

FYI: time zone/era is open for interpretation. Bucky never became an avenger/soldat and steve isn't part of this one.

The wind that blew around you was warm and sweet with the scent of freshly bloomed flowers. Perhaps it was an act of kindness from some God trying to distract you from the cold bitterness settling into your bones. Closing your eyes you conjure the very memory that left you so desolate.

The sun snuck it's way through the curtains to illuminate the room, effectively disturbing the sleep that you always seemed to be craving. Waking up is always hassle but whenever you remember that you get to spend your day with the only person who tolerates you and you him, getting out of bed is the easiest thing. Bucky is crazy and the damn boy is never in one spot for to long and he always has something to say, but you can't imagine how boring your days would be if you guys had never met. well technically if your parents had never met.

When you were a child you parents had to move to new york for business and they decided that Brooklyn was the place to be. You had been Bucky's neighbor and the first day you guys moved in his mom had dragged him over with the most delicious angel food cake that he so proudly claimed to have made mostly on his own. He just loved cooking and baking since forever, he would tell you that he just liked experimenting with foods but you knew the truth was that the boy liked to eat and didn't have the patience to wait for his mother to come home.

Only a few years after your family had moved to Brooklyn you and Bucky had already built an unbreakable bond. You guys had found a beautiful cherry tree one day when playing tag and had deemed it to be your's and Bucky's spot. Whenever you had a bad day or needed time away from the world you guys would go to the tree and just pick cherries, in the winter time you and Bucky would lay under the tree and kick the trunk so that the snow would fall from the leaves. It was the place where at only 15 years old bucky swore he would open his own Bakery and to quote him "I'm serving my ma's food my way doll, It's gonna be the next best thing to hit New York."

You were laying on the ground with your hands crossed behind your head looking up at Bucky swinging upside down from a branch when he told you all this. You felt something you had never felt before at that moment, looking up at the wild haired boy who loved to eat, loved his family, and had the most ambition you had ever heard from kids your age. Your heart felt full and your cheeks grew warm as you looked up at the same blue eyes you had know for years now, only this time you notice the way they twinkle in the sunlight and how rosy his lips are. Now 7 years laters you and Bucky were preparing to open the very bakery he promised you he'd open. Banners were beautifully strung along the walls and cute retro china was set out, ready to be filled for opening day. There was no hesitation from you when Bucky had asked you to run the bakery with him, you were excited to spend your days with the person you hoped you would spend the rest of your life with.

At around 6:30 in the morning you had arrived at the bakery but it seemed that Bucky had beat you to it. The smell of fresh angel food cake and cocoa danced up your nose as soon as you opened the door. Closing your eyes you smiled at the memories that it brought back. Moving to the back you grabbed your Disney themed apron and placed your bag and coat in its place before scurrying over to the kitchen while trying (and failing) to tie your apron. There in all his dorkiness was Bucky wiggling around to the chordettes. He knew that you loved the 50's aesthetic so he found a way to incorporate it without going overboard, by adding little trinkets, a jukebox, and even those cute little dining tables. In fact at the moment he was wearing a ruffly red polka dotted apron as he frosted some cupcakes.

Apron tied, you were finally ready to get to work. You walked up to Bucky bumping his hip as you reached for some cupcake pans, "Whatcha doin here so early Buck, we don't open until 12" he looks at you with squinted eyes, "The hell are you doing here so early." "Woah,woah,woah completely unprovoked. I'm just saying cuz' you were the one complaining about the opening time being set at 8. Like damn." Breathing out a huff of air he wipes his forehead with a towel "I'm sorry doll, I'm just super nervous and I couldn't sleep so I came to start baking things. I already frosted the ice cream cakes and I just finished the pies, but I was thinking that maybe we needed some cupcakes too, even though we already baked so many pastries and stuff last night I'm worried it won't be enough."

Setting down the trays you move to hug Bucky from behind holding him close to you. "Buck I know we'll do great your food is too good to pass up on especially when it's free." You place a soft kiss to his shoulder " I promise you'll do great, everything you do is amazing you try your hardest at everything Buck, You've worked your butt off and made mine considerably larger to get here, don't start losing your mind on me now." A cute little laugh from Bucky lets you know that he's hearing you and he isn't so stressed anymore. "I just want this to be perfect ya know?" with your head still against his back you nod, "I just want it to be a special day for my special girl."

You couldn't stop the slight blush that rose to your cheeks or the way that your heart suddenly started beating three times faster. You had also wanted to make him something special which is why you had got here so early. Finally releasing your hold on Bucky you straighten your apron out before gathering everything you need for some red velvet cupcakes. Bucky loved your red velvet cake so you loved making it for him. After hours of mixing, baking, and frosting had passed, you guys were rewarded with a bakery that looked as great as it smelled. "Alright doll, I'm heading out, I gotta go get ready. Meet you back here at 12 , Love ya." He didn't even give you a chance to answer as he ran right out the door. "Love you too."

You had stayed behind just a little while longer as you perfected your secret project. Carefully you added snowflakes to some of the cupcakes because you knew how much he loved snow even if he hated winter, some cats, flowers that reminded you of bucky, and one extra special cupcake. When you finish you decide to clean up a bit more and prepare some drinks for later before heading home to get ready. As soon as you got home you took a shower and did the simplest of make up with a light pink lip. You had decided to wear a dress to match the blossoming flowers that spring had brought. Pink with a yellow lace trim and flowers embroided all over the dress, matching it with some yellow flats.

You had decided that it was a perfect day for a walk so you grabbed a light scarf and slung it over your shoulders, grabbed Bucky's cupcakes, and headed over to the bakery. You felt as if a Hundred pounds had been lifted from your shoulders knowing that Bucky had felt the same way about you. You had decided that you would tell him today with your special cupcakes. As you rounded the corner you felt giddy and you couldn't wipe the smile from your face no matter how hard you tried. As you reached the bakery you saw that a majority of the people had already arrived and you knew that it would put Bucky at ease to see all the people enjoying his food. You stopped at the window, closing your eyes to take a deep breath to prepare yourself to join the celebration.

Opening your eyes you reached for the handle only to stop at the sight on the other side of the door. Bucky stood there arms wrapped around a woman eyes locked on hers as he leaned in for a kiss. It must have all happened in about 30 seconds but it felt as if time himself had slowed it down for you to watch the way he tilted her head and ran his tongue along her bottom lip before finally uniting their lips. Your heart dropped as quickly as your smile did and suddenly you felt so stupid for thinking this could be real. You willed yourself not to cry as you allowed your legs to carry you anywhere but there.

That's how you found yourself sitting underneath a blossoming cherry tree. A tree that held only happy memories because it wasn't a place you could be sad... back then. With your back against the tree and box of cupcakes full of unrequited love in your lap you realize how much you over romanticized Bucky. Opening the box you decide it would be a shame to let them go to waste. The first one you grab has a big red heart frosted in the middle, you let out a deep sigh before breaking the cupcake right down the middle. You shove half of the cupcake into your mouth and only then do you allow the tears to fall. You sat there for hours crying eating cupcakes, watching the sunset, and thinking about everything that Bucky did for you, as a friend. You realize you had no right to be angry at Bucky, after all you never told him how you felt you just assumed that he would feel the same way after so many years. With every broken memory another cupcake vanished.

He was always there for you, when no one wanted to come to your slumber party Bucky did and he even did all the girly things with you. Painting your nails, doing your hair, watching chick flicks, and pillow fights. once he even asserted that no one could protect you as well as he could, when you had decided to go camping with your friend from class so he insisted on taking you himself. Your friend was most noticeably gay so you had assumed he wanted to spend time alone with you. But now that you think back on those memories these are things that anyone would do for their bestfriend. And that's what you realized 8 hours and 11 cupcakes later.

The moon floated above you and as it's white rays settled upon the lake you decided it might be time to go home now. You get up and dust your dress off before leaning down to grab the mostly empty box. Turning around you are stopped again by what's in front of you. Bucky stands there brows furrowed as his eyes flash from you to the box in your hands. "Where the hell have you been, I've been calling you all day." swallowing the lump in your throat you go to answer but are interrupted. " everyone's been asking me about you all night and I had no damn idea what to tell them, but apparently you were just out here being inconsiderate. You go and tell me I can do great tonight, that you'd be there for me, but you weren't." You try to answer him but are again interrupted. "You could have told me something earlier instead of leaving me there like a dumb-" "SHUT UP!" this time it was your turn to interrupt him.

Taking a deep breath you look into his eyes before explaining. "Of course I was ready to be there today, you think I wore this dress to sit under a damn tree? Well I didn't. When I left my apartment I was ready and I was excited, so excited. I couldn't even stop smiling on my way over, but then I got to the shop and I saw-" Immediately you stopped as you realized what you were about to say. He cocked an eyebrow and shook his head slightly as if to say 'Hello?' "You saw what? What did you see that would make you abandon ship just like that?" Shame flushed through your being and you could no longer keep eye contact. "Nothing, you know what, it doesn't even matter. I'm sorry I was being dramatic I should have been an adult and dealt with it on my own time. And I'm sorry I abandoned you all, but the night was about you anyways."

"The night was supposed to be about the both of us so it does matter if you saw something that made you want to leave. Just tell me doll, what did you see?" his voice is soft as he pleads with you. "I saw... well I saw you kissing that lady and I just wanted get away and ended up here okay!?" You said it all in a jumble hoping that he wouldn't be able to understand what you had said. But luck wasn't your friend so of course he did. "So seeing me kiss another person was so gross to you that you had to run away, what the hell? are you 13 again?" You hadn't admitted it outloud yet and it seemed that the dumbass in front of you was going to force it out of you.

Stepping around Bucky you pull your scarf tight around your body as you focus on not crying anymore until you get home. You distract yourself by thinking of all the love you saw in all the little things Bucky did for you. Dancing around the newly furnished bakery body against body as frank sinatra brought you heart to heart, watching rom-coms and ugly crying together, but by the time you get home you force yourself to face the ugly truth. The Love was always in your head. It wasn't real.

A new wave of tears blurred your vision as teardrops fell perfectly to the ground. "It's because I have feelings for you Bucky, and I now know you don't feel the same way." Sniffling you don't bother looking up because your heart is to broken for that right now. "I'm Just gonna need a little bit of time and I'll be back good as new like nothing even happened." Still unable to lift your gaze from the ground you decide to focus on the last cupcake left in the box. 'I Love You' is written in tiny light blue frosting letters. "I uhm, uhh." That brought your attention to Bucky, as embarrassment pulsed as strong as ever through your veins. " You don't have to say anything Buck, It's fine, I'll see you next week, on monday" you hand him the box as you go to pass him "I think you would have a better use for this than me I ate 11 others already so."

Divider credits: @firefly-graphics

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0dirty-deals0 · 4 years

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Made with Love: Brothers x GN!MC (Hinted Crush)

Warning: None, Mc is gender neutral. Chat spoilers because a chat inspired this

Others: The Hell Coffee chat heavily inspired this fic but I'm sorry if it's OOC! I also apologize for all the mistakes you may find! It's another past 10pm fic.

It was your turn to make dinner today, and you were excited to serve them a super simple tiramisu recipe you learned a while back. You were incredibly thankful that Lucifer had time to get the ingredients you requested back in the human realm, though he did leave out one of the most important ingredient which was coffee. Determined to make the cake, you managed to find the devildom version of it. They didn't look very different to the ones back home and they had a rather nice mild flavour. You thought they would work perfectly with the cake and they did!

"The cake looks lovely, Mc."

"I can't wait to eat it."

"Hold on! I have to take a picture!"

Your feel a little flustered by all the compliments but you can't deny how happy you feel and let out a giggle. "Thank you! It's really just a simple treat, but I hope you guys still enjoy it."

"If you guys aren't gonna dig in then I'm going to finish mine and steal all your slieces," Mammon announces out loud. With that, they all took a bite, including you, and while you enjoyed how it tasted, the brothers looked at it confused after a few bites of it. While you enjoyed the silence from their usual bickering, you did grow concerned by the look on their faces.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes, it's fine. Just-"

"Mc, the cake is super bitter. It's like eating a pill," it was your turn to stare at them confused.

"That's strange, it tastes fine to me," then you think about what could have possibly changed the way it tasted. "...Could it be the coffee I used?"

"What do you mean?"

"Lucifer forgot to get me coffee from the human world so I substituted it with the coffee found in the pantry."

Another few moments of silence washed over once again.

"Do you remember what coffee it was?"

"Yeah, the lable read hell coffee, I think," you can see some of the brothers jump in their seats and their faces were tinted with various shades of red. "Wait, oh no, did I just poison you guys!?" Or did you get poisoned? You drank the coffee earlier though, and you're still alive.

"Calm down, Mc. You didn't poison us, Lucifer drinks that stuff like it's water every single day," Belphie doesn't even flinch when Lucifer sends a glare his way. "Hell coffee just has a certain thing to it that makes it special from human coffee."

"Oh."

Once that's out of the way, the brother's resume eating the cake, now with no problem at all. You're a little taken aback by their action and very concerned at the same time.

"You guys don't have to force yourself to eat it, y'know? I won't be hurt since I did mess it up."

"No, I like the cake you made," Beel says as he begins to take another slice. He never minded the taste to begin with but after knowing just how special it was made him just want as much of it as he can get.

"So do I, I'd love to get the recipe so I could make it for you in return, Mc," Satan takes another bite before reconsidering something for a moment. "Though for you, we'd definitely have to get human coffee."

"But isn't the cake awfully bitter-?"

"Mc, I can say with absolute confidence that your cake is divine," Asmo reassures you. "Trust me, we wouldn't be eating it if we didn't enjoy it."

"Mc, can I get another slice?"

"Me first!"

"Mammon, wait your turn!"

You can't help but oblige their demand. They look rather happy while eating your cake despite how it tasted. While you were a bit weirded out, you were glad that they seemed to like it. You happily continued to eat your cake along with them.

While the amount you made wasn't much, it still surprised you that the whole cake was finished in a few hours. It was funny to witness Mammon, Levi and Beel fight over the last slice only to have it taken by Lucifer himself.

"That's not fair!" Whined Levi, but Lucifer paid him no mind as he slowly and agonizingly enjoyed the cake with a smug look on his face.

After dinner was done, all of them thanked you for the treat, with some offering to give you something just as lovely in return. Lucifer offered to help with the dishes as he was free for the rest of the night and you accepted his offer. You enjoyed small moments with him when you got the chance.

While drying off the plates, Lucifer lets out a small chuckle beside you. Even though he seems to be looking at the plate he's washing, there's a kind of fondness in his eyes.

"What're you thinking about, Lucifer?" You decide to take a chance to see if he would let you take a peek at his thoughts.

"Oh, I was just thinking how brave it was of you to serve us a cake made with hell coffee."

Curiousity urged you to ask more about it. "What's so special about hell coffee? Why did it suddenly turn bitter for all of you? More importantly, what possessed you guys to finish eating it?"

He gives you a side glance and his tone has changed to an amused one as he explains. "Hell coffee has a certain special property where it changes flavour when served to a person," he hands you the final plate which you take and begin to dry. "The coffee changes to an awfully bitter taste when given to the person that the maker is fond of."

You choke on your spit and almost drop the plate your holding after hearing those words leave his lips. You feel your face beginning to grow rather warm as you turn just as red as Levi did during dinner. The coffee did WHAT now!?

Lucifer leans in close to you, whispering right by your ear. "We can't wait to taste more of your feelings, Mc." Lucifer runs his fingers across your shoulder blades before exiting the kitchen to continue on with his night, leaving you clutching the plate tight as you wonder what you've now gotten yourself into.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines

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mammonology · 4 years

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Literally drawings⟨All 7 of them⟩

—A fem!MC that fangirls over anime/otome game characters

—WC; 1k

—A/N: First of, sorry for the inactivity for the last 2 days but here is a thank you for 300 followers! ily all sm, and I tried to pick anime/otome game boys that kinda have the same personality as them? So hopefully that was okay

❥Your husbando: Jumin Han

➷He looks at you as if you're literally deranged when you squeal at your phone

➷Can you be anymore annoying? You're literally talking to your phone as if someone was calling you.. oh shit someone was

➷He didn't know that it was a game okay! He was just listening in on the convo not really knowing what the guy was saying as it was in Korean

❝MC, who's that?❞

➷You start fangirling and roll all over his bed, hugging your phone, totally ignoring Lucifer, okay it was starting to annoy the hell out of him

➷You better stop or he'll bring out the red ribbon ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

❝It's nothing, just Jumin~❞

❝Who?❞

➷He'll have to confiscate your phone, he is not having any of that today, no sir. And if you disobey? It's the red ribbon for you kitten~

❥Your husbando; 707/Saeyoung

➷You're into jokesters? We'll get ready cause every group chat will be filled with Mammon's attempts of jokes that just ends up being super corny

➷ *Lucifer has left the chat*

➷Insecurities will start to creep up to him, is this your ideal type? Does he not meet the standard?

➷You'll have to convince him that No! You are enough! And you're just playing it for fun

❝Huh?! The great Mammon doesn't need reassurance! I already know you wouldn't leave me, I mean who would? You won't right?❞

➷Yeah, you would tell him that Mammon reminds you of 707 that's the reason why, and he'd be over the moon cause even with a fictional guy the person you think of is him!!

➷He'll still send you jokes and try to make you laugh tho! He's the only one who can do that, no 707 or other fictional characters

❥Your husbando; Levi Ackerman

❝Levi! You're so hot!❞

➷He'll blush cause he thinks it's him you were talking about, as he was gonna reply he turned around to you kissing the screen

➷With an anime character in the screen, he immediately recognizes it as Levi from AOT, he rolls his eyes as he sighs

❝Next time can you say their last name too? I'll get confused❞

➷He'll start sulking cause he really thought you were talking about him!! Say sorry >:(

❝Ahh, but Levi you're hot too~❞

➷You'd wrap your arms around him, peppering his face with kisses, he would blush but turn his face away

❝Hmph, you mean the other Levi

➷Jealousy cranked up to 1000, he thought he was the only Levi for you!

➷So with a lot of consultation and cuddles he'll forgive you, but whenever he sees Levi on the screen, he'll just scoff and look away cause MC likes him and only him

❥Your husbando; Bakugou Katsuki

➷You have a type for hot heads don't you? Is one hot head not enough?

➷Doesn't understand your attachment to these drawings, but vibes with it nonetheless

❝I don't get it, he's a blond angry boy? Me? It's like me? Y–You got me there❞

➷He finds Bakugou's screaming and constant swearing unbearable and just wants to shut him up, but his quirk to him was interesting, sweat that's explosive? That's hella cool

➷Would spend time watching the anime for 'experiments' but honestly he's just looking for what Bakugou has that he doesn't, surely not looks

➷It's quite adorable seeing passed out Satan with the TV still turned on, on the table he'd have a notebook open, 'Satan VS Bakugou' was written, what a dork

➷You'd kiss his forehead, thinking he was asleep but he just pulls your wrist to lay in the couch with him

❝Say I'm better than Bakugou MC then I'll let go❞

❝You're way better than Bakugou❞

❝Good girl, just kidding I'm not letting go, you're stuck here with me❞

❥Your husbando; Oikawa Tooru

➷You're calling another guy pretty? It should be him only! Would not stand for this slander

➷If he catches you watching Haikyuu and sees you fangirling about Oikawa, he will roast him, no mercy

❝He's not even perfect! Look he has no cake, how absurd❞

➷Would list off why Oikawa is not fit for you, mostly saying you're out of his league and you're better with him

❝Asmo, don't worry, they're just drawings besides you're right here with me❞

➷He's not the avatar of pride but he is very prideful with just that sentence, okay maybe Oikawa is pretty

➷After a while he'll be the one fanboying about Oikawa or any other Haikyuu character, you're not jealous or anything cause at least he knows how you feel

❝MC! Akaashi's super pretty too! Oh my! Also Kageyama!❞

❝He likes my diamonds and pearls, I said thank you I designed it ❞

➷Is what you'd say when one of the brother's ask why Asmo is fanboying over anime characters

❥Your husbando; Tamaki Amajiki

➷He thinks that his quirk is cool, whatever he eats gets to be superpower

➷He wants to have that kind of power too 🥺

➷He would watch BNHA with you cause it seemed interesting, his second favourite would be FatGum

❝So if Tamaki eats chicken wings, he'll gain wings? That's cool❞

➷He doesn't mind when you compliment Tamaki, he thinks it's quite cute actually

➷He has a soft spot for you that's why 😌

➷He usually eats whenever you two have a binge watching night, I mean what else should he be doing?

➷ (Sorry Beel's is so short ;;)

❥Your husbando; Todoroki Shouto

➷Another edge lord captured your heart?

➷Not in his watch nope. He would say things like

❝Wow, he doesn't even look that good that half and half hair looks stupid, and he has a grudge on his dad? Sounds like someone I know❞

➷You explain you like the quiet and mysterious type of guys, and he'll stay quiet, if that's your type then so be it

➷But do you really have to compliment Todoroki right in front of your boyfriend?? Are you trying to get a reaction out of him?

➷He'd rather sleep with you y'know, not waste energy on watching anime like Leviathan

➷He would cling on you at bed and try to make you sleep but you had to much energy, and he hates when you ignore him whenever Todoroki was on screen

➷He'll shut the TV off so quick, his mouth forming a small pout, you knew if you kept ignoring him he'll start ignoring you

➷So you gave in, knowing you'll just have to watch later, and dove right into Belphie's arms, which he gladly enveloped you into

❝Don't ignore me like that again, I'm way more important than that Todoroki guy❞

✧Lumi

#obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me headcanons

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topsytervy · 3 years

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Cupcakes ~ JJ Maybank and Rafe Cameron

Blurb: Rafe and JJ decide to do a bit of baking for you since you're on your period

Word Count: 1,399

Warnings: swearing, mentions of periods?, grammar/spelling mistakes, i think thats it.

I couldn't choose between the two so i did both and decided on the reader, JJ, and Rafe being a trio. The writing gets a tad dicey at the end but I never know how to wrap these little blurbs up so I'm not surprised.

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You laid in your bed, fetal position, an unopened Midol bottle on your nightstand with a water bottle, a heating pad clutched to your abdomen as you clenched your eyes shut at the pain coursing through your stomach.

If you were being honest, you were really fucking close to taking one of those knives from the knife block in your kitchen and cutting out your own uterus.

That sounded like it would hurt less than the absolute agony that your period was causing you.

Your phone buzzed and you winced as you flipped over, reaching across the bed to grab the device and hitting the accept button on the call.

"Hello?"

"Oh wow, you're up? She's actually up, Rafe. Anyway, Rafe and I are at the store right now but we were thinking since it's a beautiful day we either go to the beach or, if it's too crowded, we just hang by Rafe's pool. Oh, yeah, pick up two bags of the flamin' hot Cheetos." JJ's voice rang through the phone.

You went to sit up but whimpered as your cramps punched you in the stomach.

"Y/N? You okay?"

You heard Rafe whisper a 'what's wrong' and JJ hushed him.

"Mhm. I just don't feel like going anywhere today. You know…girl issues." Silence filled the other side of the line and you exhaled sharply. "Period, JJ. I'm on my period."

"Oh!" He responded. "I'm sorry, Y/N/N. Do you need anything?"

"Uh hello? Can I know what's happening or am I just the wallet around here?" You heard Rafe right next to the phone.

"No. I'm pretty much all set. I'm sorry that I can't join you two." You apologized, tears welling up in your eyes.

Stupid emotions.

JJ heard you sniff on the other side and he immediately started trying to make it better. "No, no, no. Please stop the tears."

"Now she's crying. Give me the damn phone, Maybank." You heard slight rustling before Rafe’s voice came over the phone speaker a lot clearer. "Screw talking to JJ. Talk to me. What's going on?"

"I hurt a lot and my periods ruining the plans you and J made and now I'm sad cause I can barely move so I can't hang out with you two today and I feel horrible."

Rafe walked towards the end of the aisle and looked at the signs above to aisles before finding the one he wanted and going towards it. "Y/N, it's not that big of a deal. It's okay to blow us off cause you're in pain. It’s like if you broke a leg. We're not mad at you for something you can't control."

"I'm sorry." You sniffed.

"And that's the other thing. Quit apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for."

"Okay."

"Now dry those pretty little eyes of yours and then close them to try and get some rest, okay?"

Rafe’s eyes scanned over the boxes of cake and brownie mix until he finally found what he wanted and grabbed the box, throwing it into the cart that JJ was now pushing.

"Okay."

"Bye, Y/N/N. We'll talk to you later."

"Alright. Bye, Rafe."

Rafe hung up, handed JJ his phone back, and continued down the aisle, grabbing two tins of frosting.

"Cupcake mix?" JJ raised an eyebrow at the older boy.

"Yeah. We're gonna make Y/N/N cupcakes."

JJ picked up the box and looked on the back before scrunching up his nose. "What if we made them from scratch?"

Rafe turned to look at the blonde boy. "You think we can handle it?"

"As long as Rose and Ward aren't home to make a fuss, yeah."

Rafe grinned as he pulled out his phone and googled recipes for cupcakes. "Alright. Put the box back. We're getting the frosting premade though. And we obviously need the paper to put in the tins along." Rafe started listing, his eyes trained on his phone as he continued walking.

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Two and a half hours later, Rafe and JJ were parked in your driveway, a box of cupcakes in JJ's arm and a bag containing Rafe's sweatshirt and JJ's sweatpants swinging from Rafe's hand.

They carefully and quietly made their way upstairs and into your room, unsure if you were sleeping or not. You turned over, rather regretfully considering you had found the perfect position to keep the cramps somewhat at bay, when you heard a bag rustle. Your TV was on and playing How To Get Away With Murder, a slightly concerning choice your two best friends noted.

"Did we wake you?" JJ asked, worry written on his face.

You shook your head. "No. I haven't been able to fall asleep yet."

"Well, we made cupcakes." JJ grinned, holding up the box.

"When you say we made cupcakes, do you mean from the box?" You shot the two boys a look.

"No. We made them, from scratch. By hand. Followed a recipe online. You can even check Rafe's search history."

Rafe grimaced. "Uh...maybe don't. Or let me clear a couple of things first."

You ignored Rafe's sentence and sat up, immediately placing your head on your knees.

"Have you taken any Midol?" Rafe asked, coming over to sit on your bed.

"No. I can't get the damn bottle open."

Rafe nodded before grabbing the bottle off of your bedside table and opening it with ease as JJ set the cupcakes on your desk.

JJ grabbed a water bottle from your mini-fridge and twisted the cap off, handing it to you while Rafe poured two pills into the palm of his hand. He placed them into yours, putting the cap back on the bottle into the little drawer of the table.

You popped them into your mouth and took a swig of water as Rafe spoke. "We also brought you your favorite shirt of mine you like to steal and your favorite sweatpants of JJ's you like to steal."

You nodded as you swallowed the water and pills in your mouth before grabbing the bag and heading into the bathroom to change. You always swore that their clothes were way softer than yours so you felt pretty grateful that they brought over their clothes for you to wear.

When you walked back out you saw, Rafe and JJ sitting on your bed, JJ holding a cupcake in each hand as Rafe held one in his.

"Alright. Get over here so we can try these bad boys." JJ nodded to the empty spot between him and Rafe. You climbed into the spot, Rafe setting the heating pad back on your stomach as you leaned against the headboard, taking a cupcake from JJ's hand.

You peeled off the paper, leaning across Rafe to throw it in the trash can, before taking a bite out of the treat.

You hummed. "I'm pleasantly surprised. When did you two become bakers cause holy shit? This is pretty damn good."

Rafe shrugged as JJ beamed.

"Just call us whoever the hell the guy from Cake Boss is." JJ bumped his shoulder against yours as you snorted.

"Please. You're no Buddy Valastro. Yeah, these are delicious but that's like me making spaghetti and saying I'm Gordon Ramsey."

"At least you like them and they, hopefully, made your day better." Rafe slung an arm over your shoulder.

"The cupcakes do make this slightly more bearable." You pressed a kiss to Rafe's cheek before turning and placing one on JJ's as well. "Aren't I lucky to have two baker boys as my best friends?" You grinned, not missing the smile on Rafe and JJ’s faces when you said that.

JJ rested his head on your shoulder. "You are pretty lucky to have us as friends huh?"

"Yeah, I am. Now if you could hand me the remote so I can put on a show that doesn't have an excessive amount of sex scenes in it, that'd be much appreciated. That’s the last thing I wanna watch with you two. Oh and grab the box of cupcakes. I have a feeling those are going to be my lunch.”

Rafe and JJ shot you a glare.

“You can have another cupcake after you eat an actual meal,” JJ told you as Rafe stood up.

“I’ll go see what I can whip up in the kitchen. You stay here and make sure she doesn’t snag another one.”

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#rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #jj maybank #jj outer banks #jj obx

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Christmas Magic 4

The clouds hang low in the air, heavy and grey with the warning of an impending storm. Y/n won't admit it out loud, but she really hopes it snows so much that the carnival will be closed for a few days so she can have some time off. Being out in the cold all day has begun to take it's toll on her, leaving her dragging and aching. She always gets sick after the holidays from working and being so busy, but it seems this year it was hitting her sooner.

Her shift on stage has been switched with Kevin's because her throat was too raw to sing, leaving her to man one of the gift booths with Emma. Her fingers tremble in the cold as she hands a gift receipt to the woman across from her, wishing her a happy holidays with the best smile she can muster. She knows it doesn't reach her eyes, it doesn't even come close to her eyes but at least it's something.

"Babe, you should just go home." Emma advises gently, restocking the candy cane pens. Y/n falls onto the stool, shivering and burying her face in her scarf.

"I can't," she mumbles through the fabric, "Ophelia starts Christmas break this week and I promised Harry I'd help watch over her, and I can't do that if I have to work from taking off days today."

"Well you won't be able to watch her anyway if you're still sick. I'm sure McDreamy won't want you around his daughter." Emma points out, matter of fact-ly.

Y/n rolls her eyes, but she knows Emma has a point. She can't risk getting Ophelia sick, but she can't bail on Harry either (not that she'd ever want to).

"I'm gonna go get more tissue." Y/n grumbles, ignoring the way Emma cockily snickers behind her. Boots crunching in the snow and hood pulled high over her head, y/n finds the nearest bathroom and immediately stuffs her pockets with paper towels. They make her nose raw but she'd rather that than have a drippy nose all day.

Y/n ignores the mirror, knowing it'll just highlight her dark eyes and red nose against her pale skin and chapped lips. But the bathroom is warm, so she props her butt against the sink, back facing the mirror she's avoiding, and pulls her phone out of her coat pocket. She's got a text from Harry and the room heats up a couple degrees.

Ophelia's Papa 🌻: Dinner tonight? The little Miss (and Nipper) miss you desperately :)

She bites back her smile.

Dinner with Ophelia and Nipper?! That's tempting...

His reply comes within minutes, and she's glad he's not busy because she doesn't feel like going back to work while waiting for a reply.

Ophelia's Papa 🌻: And me too of course

Y/n tries not to giggle like a middle school girl, but she can't help herself when it comes to Harry.

Oh yeah you too, of course

She can picture his little scowl and the little wrinkle that creases between his eyebrows, remembering all the times over their past couple dates that she's longed to run her fingers over his face, smoothing out the mark.

Ophelia's Papa 🌻: Is that a yes love?

Her smile falls, knowing she shouldn't be going to have dinner with him tonight. She needs to rest so she can get better. She can't hang around when Harry and Ophelia are at risk of getting sick.

I wish I could but I've got something important I have to do tonight :( I'm really really sorry

Y/n has always hated telling people when she's sick. They always give her that concerned once-over, or rub her back like that's the cure, and tell her the same ol' "drink water, eat bananas, sleep." As if she doesn't know how to take care of herself.

Ophelia's Papa🌻: Don't be sorry, we've got a whole week to eat dinners together :)

She send him back a gif of Creed Bratton smiling widely, deciding it's time to head back outside. Her phone gets returned to her pocket, and she shuffled into the cold, sinking into her jacket as much as possible. Back at the booth, Emma is ringing up a family of four, smiling brightly at them and y/n realizes how miserable she must look next to the walking sunshine she's working with.

Emma must noticed the dejected look on her face because she pouts, nudging y/n to the corner of the tent when the wind won't hit. "You should really just go home. Clark won't mind."

She nods. Clark is a good boss, and he knows y/n loves her job and won't do anything to risk losing it. And he'd probably have a fit if he knew she were dealing with customers while being ill.

"I guess y-"

"Surprise y/n!"

Both Emma and y/n jump at the loud screech, finding two guests at the checkout counter. Harry's smiling sheepishly, his big glove clad hand cupped over the bottom half of Ophelia's face. Her eyes smile at y/n as she waves a little mitten at her.

"Didn't mean to scare you." Harry says apologetically, removing his hand from her face to push something on the counter forward. Y/n steps around Emma, heading towards them.

"Was more loud than scary." Y/n chuckles, hoping Harry can't pick up on the roughness of her voice. On the counter sits a to-go cup, the side of it marked in thick ink indicating it's a hot chocolate from "Harry and Sweets :)."

"Ophelia said you liked cinnamon on yours. I hope that's okay."

Y/n's chest pounds, the simple gesture making her realize how shitty today's been and how much she really appreciates Harry. "It-its perfect."

Y/n wraps her hands around the warm cup, lifting it up to her lips for a drink. She meets Harry's gaze, and instantly his smile falls and his eyebrows pinch together.

"Do you like it y/n?" Ophelia murmurs, swinging her feet back and forth, brushing against Harry's jeans with each swing.

"I love it Sweets, thank you so much."

Ophelia, satisfied with the answer wiggles until Harry places her on the ground, eyes not leaving y/n's face. Ophelia wanders into the tent, tip-toeing to look at the snow globes on the table to their right.

"You feeling alright?" Harry asks her, pinching the pointer finger of his right glove and tugging it off. Y/n nods, feeling embarrassed when he places his cold hand against her face. His frown deepens.

"You've got one hell of a fever love." She tries to act shocked, as if she didn't know she's been sweating but shivering the whole day, but Harry sees right through her. "Why didn't you tell me you're not feeling well?"

Y/n shrugs, taking another sip of her hot cocoa. Harry sighs, coming around the counter to stand next to her. "You should be at home, resting, with a certified nurse that can take care of you."

"I don't want to get you or Ophelia sick! That's why I couldn't come to dinner tonight!"

Harry simpers, and y/n huffs as she realizes she's given away her 'plans' for the night. "Oh, your plans were being poorly, huh?"

She rolls her eyes at his teasing tone. "No."

"No?"

"My plans were to get better tonight." She admits quietly, and Harry chuckles warmly. A grin tugs at her lips, falling into Harry when he gently coaxes her into his chest and kisses the top of her head through her coat.

"Well now your plans are to go home, pack a change of clothes, and I'll pick you up at four." He smiles innocently, bopping her nose when he opens her mouth to protest. "Doctor's orders love. You're staying in the Styles' Ward tonight."

Ophelia attaches herself to y/n's legs, tugging on her jacket so she'll look down at her. "The Styles' Ward is the best one! Daddy makes good food for the patients in there!"

"Is that so?" Y/n hums, brushing a stray curl off Ophelia's forehead.

She nods, dimples sinking into her chubby cheeks. "And he takes real good care of you?"

Y/n purses her lips, pretending to be deep in thought. "I think I'd rather have Nurse Nipper. Is he available?"

Ophelia laughs, and y/n's chest swells in pride. "Good choice. He's the best."

She squeals when Harry scoops her up, holding her bridal style and giving her a half-hearted glare. "What was that you just said?" He blows raspberries into her red cheeks, and she's laughing and squirming until he finally stops.

"Can I have a snow globe daddy?"

Y/n snorts at her way of changing the subject, peeking over her shoulder to find Emma pretending to be busy with rearranging the plushies.

"After saying Nipper's a better nurse? I don't think so Baby Cakes." Harry situates her back on his hip, pushing her bottom lip back into her mouth when she pouts. "You've got a couple at home, how many more do you need?"

"I need them all daddy." Ophelia whines, slumping against his shoulder. Harry rolls his eyes, holding back an amused smile.

"You've got yourself a handful there, Styles."

He pats the top of Ophelia's head, chest puffing out proudly. "Just like her daddy." He winks, chuckling when y/n shakes her head at the underlying message he's giving her. She quickly buries her face in her coat, hoping he can't see her blush. Harry Styles really is a handful.

The knock on her door is expected, as is the man and five year old behind it, even if they're a little earlier than she thought they'd be. Still manages a smile, despite feeling as if she's been run over by a small car.

"We're gonna have a sleepover!" Ophelia screams, barreling from behind Harry's legs and through the door. Harry lunges forward to try and grab her but she's quicker than him, disappearing behind y/n. "Ophelia Jewel!" Harry calls scoldingly but y/n shushes him.

"S'okay. Glad she's excited to be here." Behind her Ophelia bursts into giggles about something and she wonders what the little one happened to find.

"Still not polite." Harry mutters, following her into the apartment. He takes off his boots at the door, lining them up against the wall before grabbing the little pair of Chelseas that are haphazardly kicked off. "She let's her curiosity get the best of her sometimes."

Y/n shrugs in a "kids-will-be-kids-" kind of way, shutting and locking the door behind her. Ophelia giggles again, pulling both their attentions to where she's sat herself on the couch, y/n's couch blanket thrown by her feet and watching the Goofy Movie.

"Goofy huh?" She doesn't have to look at Harry to see his smirk.

She scoffs, defensive. "It's funny."

A hearty laugh, the perfect little guffaw Goofy makes cuts through the room, and Ophelia's squealing in laughter on the couch. Y/n to Harry, who's just smiling at her bashfully.

"Did you just?"

Harry answers her with another guffaw, Adams's apple bobbing in his neck from the impression. Y/n can't help but laugh and Harry snorts into his normal rumble of a chuckle.

"Daddy," Ophelia giggles, bringing his attention to where she's sprawled out in the warm spot of the couch that y/n had been laying on. "stop being Goofy. You're Harry, not Goofy."

Harry falls onto the couch next to her, leaning back so he's squishing her and she shoves with all her might at his shoulders but Harry doesn't budge. "Daddy! No, I'm going to pop!"

Y/n and Harry chuckle, Harry finally moving to the chair next to the couch so Ophelia can relax again. Y/n watches her wiggle her sock covered feet under the blanket, kicking and squirming until it's covered up to her knees. Chuckling quietly, y/n pulls the blanket up to Ophelia's chest.

"You ready to go?" Harry asks her, fondly looking over her. She wonders if he saw her tuck Ophelia in and the thought of him looking at her like that for caring for his child makes her giddy.

"Finish the movie first daddy." Ophelia grumbles. Harry sighs, but he's still smiling when y/n squishes into the chair with him. He throws his arm around her, brushing hair out of her face.

"Did you take some medicine?" Harry murmurs in her ear, breath hot on her skin. Y/n hums a yes, eyes stuck on the TV until Harry quietly guffaws in her ear, and then she's giggling, turning to look at him. He presses a chaste kiss to her lips, making her still and look over at Ophelia worriedly. She doesn't know how Ophelia feels about sharing Harry, and maybe they shouldn't be so open in front of her in case she doesn't like it.

"She's fine love," Harry assures her, combing his fingers through her hair. "She's just fine."

Her stomach twists with apprehension, but she trusts Harry to know his daughter, so she just nods and relaxes back into the chair next to him. She can't help but giggle every time he gets whiney for attention and guffaws in her ear, smiling proudly when she beams at him.

The electrical fireplace hummed lowly through the small living room, heat wafting off of it and warming y/n. Blinking sleep from her eyes, she takes in the now dim lighting, and the re-run of Modern Family playing on the tv. Judging by how dark the room is, Ophelia is already in bed and Harry's probably already cleaned up the kitchen. Confirming her thoughts, Harry let's out a quiet snicker from the bottom of the couch, and she realizes her feet are propped up in his lap.

He doesn't see her move, too focused on the TV in front of him. His bottom lip is squished between his teeth, trying to hide the smile his dimples are giving away, and his eyes are shining with the light of the TV. The fire flickers, casting dark shadows over the orange glow of his face, and he reaches up to rub his knuckle against his nose as y/n shifts onto her back. Harry's head turns towards her, teeth finally releasing his lips into a sweet smile.

"Hey, you're up." He states quietly, massaging her foot through the thick blanket over her. She nods, swallowing a couple times because her mouth is so dry from sleeping with it open. "How are we feeling? We need more medicine?"

He gets up before she can answer, moving to sit on the edge of the coffee table so he can see her face more clearly. A hand comes up to her forehead, and she realizes that a thin layer of sweat is covering her skin and Harry's fingers are awfully cold.

"Can't breathe." Y/n croaks, shying away from his icy touch. Harry gives her a sympathetic frown, pushing himself up from the table.

"Let's get you moved to the bed and some cold medicine in you, okay?" Harry mururms, peeling the blankets off of her. He helps her up, hand on her lower back as he guides her through his dark apartment. Ophelia's door is cracked as they pass by, and y/n can faintly hear a music box playing inside. It makes her smile, eyes feeling heavy again. Harry's room is just as warm as the living room, the blankets of his huge fluffy bed pulled back, and he's left the curtains in front of his window open, so the soft street light spills in.

"I'm sleeping by the window," Harry warns playfully, chuckling when she pouts. "don't need you getting any sicker because you got cold."

"But what if you get cold?" Y/n retorts, falling onto his bed face first. Harry laugh, picking her legs up and swinging them onto the bed.

"Won't." He says simply, pulling the blankets up and tucking her in once she's flipped over onto her back. Harry feels her forehead again, brushing her baby hairs back and then he's leaning down to kiss the apple of her cheek.

"I'll be right back, love." Harry promises, and then he's disappearing through the doorway, leaving her in his bed with sore teeth, a stuffy nose, and a dry throat. Y/n huffs, brow furrowing when the air soothes her throat. She tilts her head up, looking around the room. In the corner, humming quietly she finds an old humidifier, white wisps flowing up into the room. The thought of Harry going through this all trouble to make her feel better has her veins rushing with heat, and she stops shivering, instead taking deep gulps of air into her lungs.

She doesn't realize her head's fallen to the pillows nor that her eyes have shut until Harry's disturbing her with a small chuckle. "What are you doing with your mouth open like that?"

"Humidifier," she hums, pointing lazily in the direction of the humming. "feels good on my throat."

Harry says something she doesn't catch but she's too tired to ask him to repeat himself, instead sitting up onto her elbows to take the medicine Harry's brought in. He drops a few pills in her hand, two of them definitely being Advil and the other some kind of gel medicine. Y/n huffs as she realizes she needs to sit up to drink water, moving until she's leaning against the headboard and taking the reusable Starbucks cup Harry's holding out. He watches her intently as she takes a drink, holding the water in her mouth and popping the pills between a small gap in her lips, swallowing all of them with a little grimace.

"You take your medicine backwards love." Harry comments, crawling over her and falling onto his shoulder with a grunt.

"No you do."

Harry snorts, wiggling his feet under the blankets and sinking down until they cover up to his knees. Y/n, grinning softly at the habit Harry shares with his daughter, pulls the blankets the rest of the way up. Harry let's her settle against his chest, both of them tilted to look out of the window, at the soft piles of snow building up on the ledge and the neighboring building.

She doesn't know what makes her say it. It could be the warmth of the room, or the warmth of him. It could be the way his heart pounds under her ear or how he's tenderly running the pads of his fingers over her shoulder. Whatever it is, she can't stop thinking of him. He's like a dream. An absolute perfect dream with his fluffy hair and soft pink Cupid's bow, his eyes that are far too pretty to not be considered Eden, the dark ink that decorates his soft body. The body that hugs and kisses and protects Ophelia, that's made up half of her DNA, that is so dedicated to his daughter the love practically pours out of him. She wants to be a part of that with him. She wants to be the other hand he holds, the other nose he dots kisses on, the other girl he loves with his whole being.

"I can't believe how lucky I am."

Harry doesn't flinch at her words like she thought he might, instead he just hums a quiet, "What's that?"

Her fingers trace over the laurel on his hip, eyes intently focused on the mark. "I'm lucky. Because I get to lay here with you, and-and I get to eat dinner with you and Ophelia, and just be with you two. You could've picked anyone in the world to have here with you and I can't believe it's me."

She tears her gaze away from his abdomen when she feels him look down at her, and the little double chin he's got paired with the endeared gloss in his eyes makes her insides puddle.

"Is this the cold talking or do you really think you're the lucky one here?"

He cracks a smile when she rolls her eyes. "I'm not delusional or drugged, Harry. I just really really like you. Even if you might be a little too McDreamy for me."

Harry's hand comes up to her face, cradling it like she were made of the snow falling just outside their window. "You're the dream here. I can't tell you how many nights I laid in this same spot, hearing her snore through the walls, thinking this is how it's always going to be. That I was always going to be going to bed alone."

Eyes fluttering, she nuzzles into his warm palm. "You don't know how amazing you are huh?" Lazily, y/n manages to climb into his lap, plushy thighs cradling his hips and hands slipping up his chest to rest on his collarbones. "You're so sweet, taking care of me when I'm not even your responsibility, and you're so handsome as like just a guy, but then you're also a dad and that's even more attractive-"

Harry's cackles cuts her off, and it's so loud she has to throw her fingers over his mouth to keep him from waking his daughter. Eyes crinkled, he peels her hand off, bringing it back to his chest. "Got a thing for dads?" He asks, his teasing smirk shining in her eyes.

"No," she mumbles, blushing. "just this dad, I guess."

Her words morph the smirk into a sweet smile, the kind that looks like he might be holding back from growing too big but his dimples once again give him away. Harry breathes a deep sigh, looking over her face like he can't find the words he's trying to say.

"What?"

Her soft encouragement breaks it out of him. "I-I want you to be one of my responsibilities, if that's what you want."

As if all the heat from her fever had magically gathered in her belly, her stomach warms to the point it's almost unbarable. She can't look away from him, eyes stuck in whatever trance his are pulling her in with. It's when his hands cup her face that she realizes what he's asked.

"You ask all your patients to be your girlfriend?"

Harry simpers, shaking his head softly. "Not a patient, love. You're my y/n, right?"

Butterflies flutter around her chest, a smile taking over her face and all she can manage is a measly nod, too overwhelmed by the beaming grin on Harry's cheeks. She falls forward with a giggle that ends up making her cough, Harry rubbing her back as she tries to catch her breath on his shoulder.

"We okay?"

She nods again, hands worming their way under his torso as she clinges to him like a koala. "Perfect."

Harry has to run the store the next morning, briefly waking y/n to give her more medicine and then she's drifting in and out of sleep as he carries an unconscious Ophelia into the room, laying her on his side of the bed. He tucks the blankets around them again, kissing Ophelia on the head and letting y/n know in a whisper that he'll be back in a bit.

It's around a half hour later when both her and Ophelia finally wake up, Ophelia grumbling and yawning as she peers at y/n through bright green eyes. "Goofy Movie?" She simply asks, tilting her head so the mess of tangled curls on her head bounce.

"Sure thing Sweets."

They move to the living room, sitting on the floor against the couch and pulling up the movie on Disney+. Ophelia insists she's not hungry, laying on y/n's shoulder and laughing at everything Goofy says. Y/n is on the verge of falling back asleep when Ophelia pats her thigh.

"Max doesn't have his mom." Ophelia says timidly, and the seriousness of her voice chills y/n's bones.

"No, but he's got the best dad, doesn't he?" Y/n offers, knowing Ophelia's thinking about her not having her mother either.

"Yeah," Ophelia agrees, squirming closer to y/n. "but no one ever talks about his mom. I don't have mine either and everybody talks about it."

Panic floods her chest, heart thumping nervously. What's she supposed to tell her? What has Harry told her? Does Ophelia even know who her mom is?

"They do?"

Ophelia nods, moving so she's laying her head on y/n's thigh. "Josh asked why I don't talk about my mom, and when I said I don't have a mom he told me I was weird. All kids have mom's."

"Did you tell your daddy?"

Ophelia shakes her head. "Daddy's always said that he loves me enough for two parents so it's not weird because love is love, no matter who it comes from."

It's a terribly sweet thing to say, and probably the best way to assure a child that they're equally loved, but y/n can tell she's reluctant to believe it. She remembers being that age and wondering why she didn't have the same family as everyone else.

"Well when I was a kid, I didn't have my mom either." Y/n's confession widens Ophelia's eyes, and she sits up to look at y/n in awe.

"You didn't?" She breathes, and y/n thinks Ophelia didn't know that other kids don't always have a mom and dad.

She shakes her head, smiling because Ophelia needs to know it's okay, it doesn't make her sad to just have her father. "She passed away when I was a tiny tiny baby, so I just a daddy too. And he's the best, I never felt like I needed a mom because he was good enough for two."

"Do you miss her?"

"I used to, but I never really knew her so I think I just missed the fact that I could've had a mom. But like I said, I'm happy and I had a great daddy. And you do too, huh Sweets?"

Ophelia giggles as if remembering what a funny, wonderful father she has, and nods. "I do have a good daddy."

"And he loves you so much."

Ophelia climbs into her lap, little fingers playing with the ends of y/n's hair. She looks at y/n through her eyelashes, blinking shyly. "Do you?"

Her heart melts in the warmth of Ophelia's voice, nodding with a tender smile. "Of course I do. What's not to love?"

With her fever finally gone and sinuses cleared up enough to allow her to breathe, y/n felt shiny and new, sprawled out on Harry's bed, looking out at the Christmas lights in the snow. She can hear him talking to Ophelia through the walls, muffled and unintelligible as he puts her to bed. She's humming softly, falling into a peaceful trance until Harry's entering the room, closing the door behind him and rushing to the bed. She only gets the chance to sit up before he's hovering over her, mouth claiming hers in a heated kiss.

Her mouth parts in shock, hands freezing on his shoulders until her mind catches up with her and she's pulling away from his insistent mouth. "You're gonna get sick? What-what are you doing?"

Harry stares down at her with a look she's never seen before, but she sure doesn't mind the way it captivates her. "You told her you love her? You love my baby?"

Y/n falters, not knowing what to say. He's not mad, obviously, but she's still absolutely terrified that she overstepped. Maybe it wasn't her place to talk to Ophelia about parents but it seemed right, and Ophelia did ask her. "Y-yeah. I'm sorry, she was-"

Harry cuts her off with another strong kiss, cupping her face in his right hand. They're both breathless when they part. "You're so good," he mutters like he's talking to himself. "so fucking good. I don't-I can't believe I-" He interrupts himself by pecking kisses to her jaw and neck, panting hotly into her skin. Her hands slip around his torso, clinging to his strong back as he mumbles to himself in her neck.

"Harry!" Y/n gasps, belly tingling when he swipes his tongue over the vein on the side of her throat. Harry's hips jut forward into hers, her thighs tightening around his when she feels his hard member through his sweatpants.

"Fuck, sounds so good." Harry grunts, nibbling on that same spot. He earns another moan from her, her ankles crossing behind his butt and he ruts into her again. Warmth floods to her core, tummy clenching when Harry's cock perfectly bumps her clit.

Her brain swirls in her head, eyes fluttering shut with each moan and gasp that Harry pulls from her. Maybe it's not practical that they're already doing this, but it's Harry and she trusts him. She trusts him more than she's ever trusted anyone before. "Harry please!"

Her begging encourages a deep groan from him, one that has wetness pooling in her underwear and Harry continuously grinds his hips down into hers. He's slipping his fingers under the waistband of her bottoms when he moves to look at her. His cheeks are pink, pupils blown wide and lips swollen as he pants. He's beautiful, so fucking beautiful, even with the frustrated wrinkles on his face.

"I don't-I don't have protection." He breathes dejectedly, slowing the movement of his shallow humps. "I just, I haven't done this in bloody fucking years so I don't-"

"Its okay," y/n assures, leaning up to kiss him. Maybe it's good they don't have condoms. Maybe they should talk about this before they have sex, because they can't just think about themselves, they have to think about Ophelia and how this could affect all of them. "we can just do this, still do this please."

Harry whimpers pathetically at her pleading, head dropping forward into her shirt covered chest. He moves his hand under it, lifting it up and over her head. She immediately does the same, Harry grinding into her harder as he takes in the sight of her half naked.

"You're so beautiful," he husks, kissing her collarbones. "letting me have you like this, love on you. Sweet girl."

Y/n didn't think she had a praise kink, but Harry's sweet words are definitely winding her up more than they should. The coil in her stomach twists and twists, legs clenching and veins tingling. Harry grunts more compliments to her, punctuating each one with a borderline painful thrust against her clit, until white is blowing up behind her eyes and Harry has to quiet her with his tongue in his mouth. She still trembling, shocks of pleasure running through her veins when Harry stills, a deep drawn out groan bubbling out from deep in his chest. He stays against her as they come down, mumbling broken curse words under his breath and y/n can't help but giggle happily at him.

He opens his eyes to look at her, beaming and giddy as he pecks her mouth. Y/n kisses him again, tenderly combing her fingers through his hair and Harry rocks his sensitive cock against her again.

"Harry I don't think you can get hard again." Y/n laughs.

He chuckles, lifting himself off of her and onto the bed. "Was just enjoying the first orgasm I've had with someone else since I was in college." The awe and pure joy in his tone makes her soft, rolling over onto his chest and pecking kisses onto the swallow tattoo closest to her.

"Mmm dirty boy." She teases, playfully biting his skin. "You're someone's father, you know that?"

"Dad's deserve sex too baby."

She snorts, resting her cheek against his chest. He rubs her shoulder like he had the night before and she resumes her mindless humming, eyes growing heavy. She doesn't know how Harry hasn't gotten up to change out of his cum filled pants, but her brain is too foggy to ask. Seconds away from falling asleep she here's him let out a disbelieving chuckle, followed by a quiet "definitely need condoms."

She can't muster a laugh but she manages to pinch at his side, fading into sleep as Harry's giggle rings in her ears.

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rebelcap · 4 years

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We are not just friends —Part 8

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually)

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally.

Series masterlist

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7

It's been a couple of days and Sofía finally had the time to Skype with Mandy.

“Works going great, today's been kind of long. Been interviewing a bunch of people to the assistant gig.” Sofía spoke to the computer resting on the middle of the bed, she was pointing it towards the mirror where Sofía was brushing her hair.

“That's awesome baby, don't work too hard though,” Mandy said eating an apple. “Where's Chris?”

“He had some meetings or something—” She shrugged looking back at Mandy who had her eyebrows up, lips puckering. she was waiting. “Okay, yes we did it, we had sex.”

She actually claps like a child. “I want details, bitch,” Mandy said and Sofía laugh

"I had never been fucked that deep on my life and I've been around the block,” Sofia said biting her lip. “And he's… dominant and tender. I don't know.” She waves a hand and shrugged.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Mandy said putting a hand on her chest. “It's like me with Luke, no one can fuck me as he fucks me. I totally get it—so, you guys dating now?”

“What? no.” Sofía shakes her head.

“You haven't talked about it yet?”

“A little, the other day after you helped him ambush me on the bar. But I don't know, I like him that's for sure and he likes me.”

“Well, that's a start—finally, it was like a fucking pregnancy with you two.” She laughs.

“But we're not dating, just… fucking, he's still my friend.” she shrugged

“And Chris is okay with it?”

“Why not? we were speaking that he had sex with his ex and regretted the whole thing, but I don't know, I'm convenient for him"

“And he told you that?”

“No, But—

“I don't think Chris, Chris I know thinks you're convenient.”

“But I am, I'm cool with that—I don't want anything else,” Sofía said, sitting cross-legged in front of the computer, now paying attention to her friend.

“But why not? Sof. he's not some idiot you've founded on tinder—”

“I've used tinder once!”

“That leads to the most lengthy relationship you've had—on your life!” Mandy said.

Sofía rolled her eyes. “yeah and that worked out so good, Tiffany leave me with fucking PTSD—And your point?”

“Is that I think Chris is the one you've been waiting for your whole life.” She speaks and Sofía frown. “I remember what we talked about when we were younger before shit went down—you know.”

“Yeah, I remember… I was seventeen and still a virgin. I didn't even realize that I liked women too.”

“Yeah, that doesn't matter—I mean I'm glad that you're out and proud not the point—but Isn't Chris all that you ever wanted in someone?”

“Why are you making a telenovela out of this?, I already told you—”

“I think he's great for you and you deserve great—I mean there's no men worthy of you but Chris is pretty close,” Mandy spoke as she walked on the apartment back in Boston. “I'm not telling you now, but maybe there's a future with him.”

“I don't know—how're things back there?” Sofia had abruptly change subjects and Mandy stares her through the computer.

“It's good, I miss you—”

“I miss you too, baby.”

“—no one cooks for me here and I had been back at home and mom and dad also miss you. And Ian has a crush on you.”

“Your baby bro?, He's eighteen!.” She raised her eyebrows.

“He's been asking about you a lot. When's Sofi coming?, Sofi this and Sofi that.” Mandy laughed. “It's kind of endearing.”

“Yes, he's cute maybe in a few—

“Shut the fuck up, no way in fucking hell your—Ewww!” Mandy screamed and shake her head making Sofía laugh.

“I'm fucking with you—” She smiled and her phone started ringing, it was Chris. “And speaking of.” Sofia smile showing her the phone.

“Oh, don't let me get in the way!” Mandy said and blow her a kiss and ended the call after saying goodbye.

“Hey!” She smiles letting herself fall on the bed.

“Hi baby, just gets home—I've been on the studio all day.” He said. He sounded tired, she could tell.

“You sound tired, have you eaten yet?”

“I am, dead tired.” He yawns over the phone.

“Not yet, I'm ordering something though—wanna come over? I might have a huge bag of weed.” He laughed.

“Hell yes.” She said laughing. “I'll bring some pizza, go take a shower and relax—I'll be there in a little bit,” Sofía said already getting out of bed.

“You're the best!, I'll leave the door unlocked, just get it.”

“Alright, see you on a bit.”

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“Chris?” Sofia called, locking the door behind her as she walked to the empty-looking house. Dodger came running from the back to greet her. “Hey baby, where's daddy?” She asked him as he moves his tail all over. When she reached the living room he was sprawled on the couch, phone resting on his chest.

“Awh,” Sofia said putting the two pizzas on the coffee table and slide her backpack off and kneel beside him and kissed his beard. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

Chris's eyes fluffer open and his smile got to bashful that Sofia had to sigh deeply. He was so handsome, with those bright blue eyes.

“My sofi–” He spoke grabbing her from the waist and pulled her on top of him and slide his hand under her dress, sliding his hands up and down her ass.

“You tired, champ?”

“Not of this ass.” He nipped at her neck and then kissed her. “I'm hungry though, that pizza is getting me.” Chris swat at her ass and she laughs.

“Let's eat, uhm?”

Chris scooted her again and seat her beside him on the couch. They sat there as Sofia surf through Netflix trying to catch a movie.

“You do something tomorrow?” Chris asked taking another bite of his pizza.

“Nope, I mean nothing job-related.”

“Mm, I've got a birthday party. You interested?”

“Yes. free food, especially cake.” She quickly agreed, Chris snort. “who's the birthday?”

“A friend, you'll see.”

Sofía cranked her neck up from his shoulder and squinted his eyes at him. “Why you'll being all mysterious and shit?”

Chris laughed, taking a sip of his beer and shrugged.

“It's not Brad, isn't it?” She frowns.

“Why?”

“I don't like him very much.”

Chris frown, giving her one stare to elaborate on that, and Sofía sigh. “He cornered me on the kitchen and asked me if you and I were fucking, so he knows I'm off-limits. He asked me out and was kind of surprised when I said no.”

Chris pursed his lips and looked forward. “Fucking asshole. We're not really close, he's usually hanging with us, he's no longer welcome.”

Sofía bite her pizza and looked at him, not gonna lie she liked that… possessiveness on Chris even though she won't admit it. Leaving the half-eaten pizza there, she grabbed her beer and took a few gulps.

“You finish that?” She asked and Chris looked at her, throwing the pizza on the coffee table and grabbed the beer from her hand, and she giggles putting biting her nail.

“Sure as hell did.” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in, straddle him. Chris looked down at her bare legs as he caresses them, up and down, and then put both of his hands on her ass and squeeze it. Camila looked down and grabbed the joint Chris had previously rolled and a lighter.

“Want to?” She said putting the joint between her lips and Chris hummed at him.

Sofia light it up, throwing the lighter back at the table and took a deep drag, hold it for a moment, and put the joint on Chris's mouth.

“Fuck—” She looked up, blowing the smoke. “So good.”

“Yeah,” He blew the smoke, hand gripping her jaw, his fingers playing with her bottom lip and she opened her mouth and he slipped two fingers inside, closing her lips around them she sucked, tongue dragging up the bottom. Chris slide then out and wrap his fingers around her neck and pulled her in for a heated kiss “You've got no idea what you do to me.”

“I do,” She smiles, lazily, and press herself more against his clothed dick. “Feels so good.”

“Fuck, it does.” Chris closed his eyes, leaning his head against her chest as she started to move her hips, oh so slowly. Grabbing the joint from his fingers, she gave it another go, already feeling light and dazed.

“You're so fucking… cute,” She bit her lips while smiling cupping Chris's face. “Your eyes are so beautiful and blue and your lashes—I want them.”

Chris blushed and Sofía squeezes his face planting kisses on his forehead, his nose, and their lips.

“–Then,” She said. Putting the joint between her lips and grabbed the end of his shirt and took it off, revealing his toned body. “That. all of it—fuck. me.”

“I'm trying—” Chris chuckle, now he gave it the final drag and leave the joint on the ashtray on the table. Grabbing Sofia’s face, she opened her mouth and shotgun the smoke into her mouth.

“I'm so high, that's some good shit right there.” She hides her face on the creak of his neck and laughs, making him laugh.

“It is,” He hummed, closing his eyes as he concentrates on the butterfly kisses on his neck, she suddenly wrapped her arms around here and they just stayed there. Chris's hand kept caressing her back.

“Sofi?” He said, trying to look at her face but her soft breathing, arms going limp. Chris chuckle as he stands up, she still on his arms and carried her to the bed and tuck her in.

“Chris?” She said, barely audible as she hugged her own pillow.

“Yes? baby.” He said. Taking off his shirt and sat down on the bed to take off his shoes.

“You're my best friend, I love you.” She expressed, Chris craned his neck to see her. Eyes still closed, mouth slightly open.

“I love you too, Sof.”

“Cool.” She hummed. “I love Mandy more, she first.”

Chris let out a heartfelt laugh and slide in bed with her and scoot her to sleep on his chest and she accommodated quickly.

“Sorry about your boner.” She slurred, smiling a bit when Chris laughed again. “The fuck I've smoke?”

“It's a strand I use to relax, I've used it for a while now.”

“Relax me the fuck right, I can't open my eyes.” She gulped. “Imma drools on you, so you know.”

He laughs. “Droll me, I'll take it.”

Thank everyone, so much!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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god-save-the-keen · 4 years

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Rory Gilmore time!

1. "Nothing excites me before 11:00."

2. "I really do hate everyone today, including myself."

3. "I just got hit by a deer!"

4. "I think I may have loved you, but I need to just let it go."

8. "Like, ‘Stop eating the paste’ special?"

5. "I love you, you idiot."

6. "The dress is fine. The person in it, however…"

7. "One of those moments when everything is so perfect and so wonderful that… you almost feel sad because nothing could ever be this good again."

8. "I should hate you, not miss you. Make me hate you."

9. "Says the woman/man with a Hello Kitty waffle iron."

10. "Name, I promise, the only way you could be more important to me is if you had a Kit-Kat bar growing out of your head."

11. "No, he/she’s not, we broke up. No, oh no, I’m sorry, he/she broke up, I thought we were just taking some time, but apparently, I’m a moron!"

12. "I can take running into him every day in the halls, and in the paper and the coffee cart… Oh my god! I'm gonna have to quit drinking coffee! And I love coffee!"

13. "I think I may have loved you, but I just need to let it go. So, that's it, I guess. Um, I hope you're good. I want you to be good, and, um, okay, so, goodbye."

14. "Did you do something slutty?"

15. "I'll eat to that."

16. "Oh my god, he kissed me."

17. "Are you ever gonna ask me out? You flirt with me. You act like you like me."

18. "That okay, there's nothing to see. Name1's in a Speedo, Name2's in a skirt, Name3's in assless chaps." "Oh my God, stop! I'm never gonna be able to close my eyes again."

19. "Hey, I have an idea! Why don't you just pretend we did and go around acting really immature. Oh wait..."

20. "We need perspective." "We need therapy."

21. "What do you mean what am I doing? I'm ranting! You should recognize it, I learned it from you."

22. "You'll find someone else." "What if there is no one else?" "Then you'll get some cats."

23. "So you mean someone broke into our house, went past our TV, our stereo and our jewelry, then headed straight for the booster club cashbox, took $18 and left the rest?"

24. "They haven't had any cocktails yet." "Really?" "Oh yeah, when they start having cocktails we're gonna have to hide you."

25. "Hey, I haven't been dressed by a bird since I was two."

26. "Oh my God, just eat the burger already!"

27. "You need to start napping in the afternoons."

28. "Would you really feel guilty?"

29. "Which means you lied about why you came over."

30. "You're squirming. I've never seen you squirm. It's entertaining."

31. "But then you guys talked and eventually, time went by, and now you love him."

32. "Please, don't walk away like that!"

33. "Name, how much do you like this girl/boy?" "Do what you gotta do, Name."

34. "Hey, I got your note." "Yeah, well, putting it in the mallomars was a pretty safe bet."

35.*Rory, holding burger with two hands, puts her pinky up.* "Being a lady is hard."

36. "There's more of them!" "Name, the flowers on the wallpaper are not growing or reproducing."

37. "Okay, our house is burning down, and you can save the cake or me. What do you choose?"

38. "I need you to be serious here." "You're wearing a newspaper on your head and you want me to be serious?"

39. "I have multiple personalities, it might be one of me."

40. "My sister recognized you from the pictures in my box." "In what box?" "The box of stuff I have of us. Pictures and letters and everything I got from you." "You have a Name box?"

41. "Don't take this the wrong way, but get out."

42. "Just making an observation." "Great. We'll build a dome over you and jam a telescope in your head."

43. "You can't just say a normal sentence right? Just 'Hey, lets talk' is too dull for you?"

44. "So, what time does the judgmental express arrive?" "Grandma gets here at noon."

45. "You whine, you complain, you act like a child." "I do not." "I had to pay you five bucks once so you wouldn't go in sweats."

46. "Ladies and gentlemen, the drama king and queen of *Place*."

47. "What, are you afraid?" "Of going into a strange city with two guys I don't know? Yeah!"

48. "I want a pet." "You have me!"

49. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

50. "Do you have any idea how many people you've hurt? What is wrong with you? Forget it, I wouldn't expect you to understand."

51. "How many languages can you say "none of your business" in?"

52. "You did not." "I did too!" "You did not, because you are not stupid! Slimey and weasily yes, but stupid no."

53. "Nothing happened! We fell asleep!"

54. "I got kissed! And I shoplifted!"

55. "The cops shut down an eight year old's birthday party?" "And arrested the clown."

56. "Name! Who's your friend?" "I don't know, but this is Name."

57. "And just what is wrong with you? You already have everything! What the hell is wrong with you that you have this constant need to be the biggest jerk in the entire world?"

58. "Would you like me to drive so you can continue your diatribe?"

59. "It's not that bad." "Do you want a mirror?" "I'm taking it off."

60. "You're feeling pretty good about yourself right now, aren't you?"

61. "You're happy." "Yeah." "Did you do something slutty?"

62. "A little nervous breakdown can really work wonders for a girl/boy."

63. "Did you hear what she called us? 'Adorable.' She called us an adorable couple."

64. "God! You are like a pop-up book from hell!"

65. "Why doesn't he like me?" *Crying on the floor.*

66. "Can't you shut up for five seconds? Thank you."

67. "I cannot do this alone."

68. "I'm madly in love with you." "Well, good luck with that."

69. "Why did you come here?" "Because you didn't say goodbye."

70. *Hangover.* "Ugh, I need a taco."

Use them, reblog them, quote them, make request, whatever you like!❤️

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seeminglyseph · 4 years

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Oo oof fuck guess which bitch stayed up all night hell yeah. I spent a bunch of the time writing down a timeline for my story to take place in and an outline for the first little comic I want to experiment in making.

Paid for some kids' candy at the 7-11 when I got myself a slurpee. Got very stoned. Watched youtube videos. Succeeded in eating a double cheeseburger from McDonald's, half a piece of red velvet cake and some fries. And a bunch of popcorn.

I am feeling motivated at this time to create so I'm gonna lean on that and follow that wherever it goes.

I'm very happy I got so much writing done today. It wasn't actively writing another draft but it was a few thousand words of brainstorming. I feel very clever right now.

#my life

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baekkieberry · 5 years

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𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐚𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 1

Genre: demon!AU, Fluff. (angst + smut in future chapters), Supernatural

Characters: Baekhyun, EXO (mostly beagle line + Kyungsoo)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Baekhyun had been a demon and living in hell his whole life, hanging with his friends and having way to much fun, until one day he gets kicked out for going too far. He's forced to live in earth until he redeems himself, until he met you, and maybe he doesn’t want to go back anymore.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2411

A/N: hii im sorry this took so long :( I’ve been busy but already had more chapters done! I’ll update more often. Hope you like it! (and yes it’s still inspired by @youxidol ^^)

I’ll make a masterlist soon! And more storiesxdrabblesxoneshots from other members and baek! stream city lights, you, thats okay and what a life!

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masterlist: intro chap1

Chapter 1:

Baekhyun walked the whole way home feeling extremely bubbly and dangling his zootopia lunch box like a little kid. When he got home, Sabrina was outside already waiting for him “Hi sweetcheeks listen, somethings has been happening to me” she was looking at him while in the back, only for Baekhyun’s eyes you could see his best friend playing with her hair “Ican feel that someone is behind me and playing with my hair but I don’t see anyone” “Well Sabrina I couldn’t tell you cause NO ONE is behind you” he emphasized the no one so Chanyeol could lay her off “Oh well maybe is your beautiful face that’s always stuck in my head sweetcheeks” and just when things got weirder she leaned and kiss him in the cheek. She left to her apartment leaving a very traumatized Baekhyun and Chanyeol behind.

“Ok what the fuck” “Dude you barely talk to the girl you actually like and this old lady just kissed you. Maybe you should reconsider the whole sugar mommy thing” Baekhyun slapped his best friend and they both laughed. Once in Baekhyun’s apartment, Chanyeol finally asked his best friend how were things “You know Yeol I think she may be able to like me back, she laughed at everyone of my jokes and she loved the oreo mini cake that Soo made” “Yeah well Soo it’s not gonna like coming everyday and cook for you”

Chanyeol was right, his now soon to be personal chef was not gonna like doing this everyday, so Baekhyun decided to give it a try, but with his powers. After Chanyeol left, Baekhyun spent all night trying to recreate Soo’s recipe and when he finally achieved it, he made 500 of them to have for the rest of the week, you did ate like 15 of them.

In the morning Baekhyun was greeted with a Chanyeol, Sehun and Chen but all disguised as Sabrina “Oh my beautiful sweetcheeks come here so I can kiss you” Sehun started “Yes let’s make out and since you already seen my underwear it shouldn’t be a problem” Chen said laughing and making his disguise disappear. “Can’t believe you told them Yeol, I already thought I had enough with you” he said while going to his living room. “C’mon you didn’t expect me to keep it to myself, If you want I can tell your girlfriend too” “Don’t you dare”.

They spent the morning talking and watching tv until it was time for Baekhyun to get ready. He couldn’t keep smiling and dancing to every song that he heard. He even danced to Sabrina’s loud personification of Dancing Queen. When he finally got ready he went to the park and he was surprised that you were actually looking for him. “OMG I thought you weren’t coming to meet me, you know me the crazy oreo lady” “I kinda like getting my food stealed” you laughed and looked at his outfit and how it seemed to be tight but well fitted at the same time. You didn’t noticed that you were checking him out a little too obvious “Well do you want to eat the mini cakes or do you want to eat me?” Baekhyun said with a smirk “Oh I’m sorry I didnt I mean not that I don’t but I just… Ok give me the cake and ignore this” You said while blushing and sitting in the grass.

“Don’t worry, I know that if you had to choose, the cakes would totally beat my ass” You looked at him and laughed. “So tell me you mini cabaekkie, what do you like to do besides… baking” he actually laughed at the new nickname you gave him and you realized how much you liked his laugh “Cabaekkie I like that. Well if I may speak for cabaekkie he actually likes playing games and obviously doing Sabrina’s laundry, that is my favorite hobby of them all” “Well how could you not love it? Old lady underwear? Hell yeah” You two continued to joke about Sabrina and you actually learned a lot about him.

He was obsessed with PUBG, loved his friends but specially his best friend Chanyeol. He seemed like fun so you wanted to meet him but Baekhyun said he didn’t want that to happen because Chanyeol would expose him “Oh come on I want to hear your little things from when you were little” “That ain’t happening, he knows too much. He’s actually very lucky that he’s still alive”

This little meetups continued for another two weeks. You would meet him and he would give you his little cakes while you talked about everything that happened the last day or funny stories that you had. It was getting extremely comfortable. After a week Baekhyun finally asked for your number and it was possibly the best thing you guys had. You had this little game of trying to find ordinary people that looked like a celebrity. This originated from one time you saw a woman that looked like Elton John.

Baekhyun went to sleep with a smile in his face and started listening to love songs more often, maybe even singing them in the shower. “Yeez hyung you are acting like a child today” Kyungsoo said one day “He was always been a child” Junmyeon said from the kitchen. “Look you guys she is one of the best things that has come in my life and I want to invite her to dinner today so i need some help” “Help with what? Literally you’re a demon like..” Kyungsoo hummed “No hyung with what can I say” “Just be yourself she seems to like it… weirdly” Junmyeon said.

Baekhyun was extremely nervous when he picked his zootopia lunch box that day. You guys had been bonding a lot, calls and texts daily, going to the park at the same time everyday and he was ready to take it to the next level. “Hey so what if we went somewhere nice to eat? not just pastries like real dinner, I know some nice restaurants” he said while you ate “Are you asking me on a date?” “Thats exactly what I’m doing” he said while smirking at you, ‘always so cocky’ you thought “Why are you always so fearless?” You said jokingly at him “Is that a yes?” you wanted to play so you took your time and smiled “It would be my pleasure to go” and at that moment his eyes light up and if he wasn’t pretending to be human, he would have fireworks appear. “The i’ll pick you up at seven” he said standing up “Wait hold up, today?” you said confused “Yeah today, now gorgeous write your address in my phone so that I can pick you up and just worry about… nothing” he said smiling at you like a happy puppy “Oh okay” and like that he left. And that’s when you noticed, it was the first time he had called you beautiful.

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When you got home, you went directly to your roommate bedroom screaming “OMG IRENE YOU WON'T EVEN BELIEVEEEEEE WHAT JUST HAPPENED” Irene’s face popped out of her door that was barely open “he did it didn’t he?” “YES HE DID FINALLY OMG QJXHQJHXNWHD” and with that you throw yourself into her bed and started screaming “OMG WHEN IS IT?” Irene joined you with happiness “Today but he didn’t say an hour so I need to get ready now” and just as he seemed to have heard you, your phone beeped, he was picking you at 7.

“Oh my god maybe he’s gonna murder you” Irene said behind your shoulder “Fuck off and help me” “Do you want help or do you want me to leave” “Can you do both?” you said laughing.

Your best friend and you spend the whole day trying to find an outfit that you liked and you went with a red dress that revealed enough skin but not too much, and by 8:15 you were all done.

Baekhyun on the other hand was going crazy to leave. And when he arrived he was nervous to ring the bell (yes he was going to ring the bell). He had bought flowers and he was afraid they were going to die, so he decided to put a spell on them so they would never die, plus it was a nice gesture. He ring the bell on your shared home and another girl answered the door “Hey wow” she said when he looked at him “Ah yeah hi are you Irene?” She looked extra confused “Yes?” “I'm here for your beautiful roommate is she here?” Irene giggled “You’re Baekhyun, come in I’ll let her now you’re here” and he entered their home. It was a small house but had it’s charm “Hey cabaekkie” you said casually “Wow you look perfect” He said looking at you up and down with love eyes and you immediately blushed “Oh my god get a room already” Irene was clearly making things uncomfortable so you guys decided to leave. Once outside you saw that he had a grey audi “Seriously what do you do for a living?” he smirked and opened the door for you “One day I’ll tell you, right now let’s get some dinner I’m starving” you entered his car and then he joined, “Where are you taking me Baekkie?” he took your hand and said “You’ll love it”. And he kept your hand in his, listening to music and singing everything “you have a lovely voice” you said smiling “That’s certainly not the only thing lovely about me” he said “I have a lot of secret charms” you looked at the window and said “Can’t wait to know all of them”.

The restaurant was very amazing. Candle lighted and had a beautiful lake at the back, it had simplicity but was fancy still “Wow baekkie seriously you can afford this?” “Omg stop and enjoy okay beautiful?” he said taking your hand and asking for a table “Do you want outside?” he asked “No I will be cold” he smiled and asked for a table near the windows.

The rest of the night was as romantic and fun as it could be. He was himself with you. “So I gotta ask you something” he said while you eat dessert, you nodded so he continued “Besides cake and oreo’s, do you like something else?” he was desperate to know how you felt about him. Because even though he was certain you liked him, he needed to hear those words.

“Okay so we’ve been talking for a while and you haven’t learned anything about me? You even invited me to a date and you don’t know anything about me? Seriously Baekhyun, the nerve yeez” you said shaking you head sarcastically. He laughed, of course you would answer like that. You didn’t want to say it yet. You liked drama, and drama means telling him you like him at the end of the date with a kiss on the lips and leave him lovestruck.

He watched you eat the cake with the biggest love eyes “What?” you asked “Yes beautiful?” he said taking a strand of you hair that was blocking his view. You locked eyes with him, he was certainly the most beautiful human being in the whole universe and he was looking at you like you were the only girl he will ever like “You know I like when you eat cake?” he said smiling “Why?” you blushed “Well you look so happy and I love to see you happy, plus your eyes shine a lot lately, wonder why?” he knew why they were shining. You looked down and whispered “If you already know why do you ask” he laughed. You continued talking about little stuff and sometimes you didn’t talk, but you were comfortable with the silence between you two.

When you both finished dinner he decided to take you to the little lake at the back. It was beautiful, the moon was shining on it and there were little christmas lights near the edge so that it wasn’t so dark. He turned to look at you “Will you, princess y/n walk with me?” and he proceeded to kneel and extend his hand towards you, you laughed cause it was so exaggerated “Of course young prince” you bowed and took his hand. You laughed but never let go of each others hand.

The moon was beautiful that night and Baekhyun never thanked more than now, that he was sent to earth, he met you. You two walked holding hands and then he stopped “Y/N you look beautiful and not just today, like you always look beautiful and it amazes me so much. I never thought that i would met someone like you. You are truly a unique piece of art” he started getting closer to you “I know you like me and you know I like you, I want to be part of your life for as long as you let me, and maybe I’m coming a little to strong so for now I will just kiss you, because you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to” his warm hands cupped your face and you felt shivers everywhere, suddenly everything outside wasn’t important anymore. All that mattered was in front of you. He leaned and finally, he kissed you. His lips were soft and warm and he tasted like the strawberries he ate from the cake. you continued the kiss and his hands moved to your hips and at the same time you wrapped our hands around his neck, never separating from each other. He was intoxicating and was a very good kisser. You didn’t want to pull away and Baekhyun wouldn’t even dare to do it. You were everything he has been imagining, you were his new drug and he wasn’t going to stop kissing you.

When you separated he whined and you laughed “Okay you big baby, you basically kissed me without my consent” “Did I?” he said with a pervert face, you rolled your eyes and said “And yes I like you too” he smiled like a puppy and you smiled back “You remind me of a corgi” He didn’t let go of you hips but he laughed out loud “You remind me of my new girlfriend”

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emospritelet · 5 years

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KoL! Prompt! - "I'm sorry, that came out wrong."

What better prompt to use when Gold finally decides to ask Belle out?

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The next day dawned cold, crisp and bright, and Gold decided to walk into town to arrange the Secret Santa present for Belle. He smiled a little as he walked; he had two days off work, and much to his surprise was looking forward to it. Usually he hated being away from the hospital, but concentrating on a gift for Belle was a pleasant distraction. The gifts weren’t due to be handed out until Christmas Eve, and he was hoping that he would have the time to make the arrangements that he wanted by then.

Now that he had decided he would definitely be asking her to go out, he felt a little calmer. Initially the realisation that he had strong feelings for her was unexpected and almost terrifying, but he had come to terms with the fact that since he had met her, his life had changed dramatically, and would never be the same again. He was okay with that.

There was still the issue of whether she would say yes, but Ruby’s words had given him encouragement, and so he decided to ask her when they were next on shift together. Dinner. He would ask her out for dinner. Or possibly coffee, but at Granny’s, not at the cafeteria. Coffee was enough to start with. But then would she just think he was being friendly, rather than asking her out romantically? Dinner. It would have to be dinner. He wouldn’t bother with the flowers this time, though. That seemed like tempting fate. If she said yes, he could bring her flowers on the date.

He took his time with the walk as he pondered his next move, enjoying the chirps and squawks of the few birds that saw out the winter in Maine, and nodding to the people that passed him. His feet led him to the Town Hall, and he gave his name at the front desk before being asked to go on through to the Mayor’s office.

Regina Mills was dark-haired and lovely, the picture of stylish efficiency in her tailored suit and designer shoes. He had long admired her taste, and the two of them had a reasonably amicable relationship, developed over several years of him patching up her son Henry, who had a tendency to be accident-prone. She looked up from behind her desk, setting down her pen and giving him a brief, red-lipped smile.

“Madam Mayor,” he said pleasantly. “Compliments of the season. You’re looking very well.”

“Dr Gold,” she said. “Please tell me my son hasn’t been in need of your care again.”

“Not this week,” he said. “Although you may want to consider dressing the boy in bubble-wrap.”

Regina sniffed.

“Believe me, Emma and I have already had this conversation,” she said dryly. “What can I do for you?”

Gold smiled.

“Do you remember when I put you in touch with that adoption agency in Boston?” he said. “And when I promised to get a friend of mine to consider your application before anyone else’s? I believe that resulted in you adopting Henry. And later meeting the love of your life.”

“Yes,” said Regina suspiciously. “I told you I owed you one, as I recall.”

“Ah.” His grin widened. “You do remember.”

Regina rolled her eyes.

“Okay,” she sighed. “What do you want?”

“Oh, it’s not for me as such,” he said. “It’s something the whole town would thank you for. It would create a lot of goodwill this festive season. And with it being election year soon I just thought—”

“Yes, yes!” she snapped. “You’ve made your point. I’m feeling in a generous mood, so just tell me what it is you want and I’ll see what I can do.”

Gold smiled, and stepped closer to the desk. Perhaps this would be easier than he thought.

Belle hurried to the locker room, sighing as she changed her shoes for heavy boots and pulled on her coat. She smiled at Dorothy, coming on shift as she was leaving, and held up the copy of the hospital calendar she had been given. The contents had been a pleasant surprise, although she had to admit that she’d spent far longer staring at the month of December than was healthy.

“The moment of truth, huh?” she said. “I think we look pretty good. Jefferson says they’re selling like hot cakes. He’s had requests for orders from all over the country!”

“Yeah, I think those friends of his gave some free publicity,” said Dorothy, with a grin. “Suits me: his other fundraising option was a bake sale, and I’m not that great a cook.”

“Oh, I think that’s still going ahead,” said Belle. “After the New Year, though.”

“In that case I’ll limit my participation to buying and eating other people’s creations,” she said. “Showing my ass seems to be way less painless. For all concerned.”

Belle giggled, pulling a hat down over her hair.

“I’m hoping the townsfolk are gonna be reasonably discreet,” she said. “I don’t care if some guy I never heard of wants to put the calendar on his wall, but I’m not sure my dad needs to know about his daughter taking her clothes off for charity.”

“It’s for a good cause,” said Dorothy dismissively. “Hey, did you get your Secret Santa gift yet? You know we’re giving them out tomorrow, right?”

Belle sighed.

“Yeah,” she said morosely. “I’m not sure I got the right thing. It’s been a nightmare trying to think of something that’s meaningful and yet doesn’t cost more than thirty bucks.”

“It’s Secret Santa,” said Dorothy patiently. “It doesn’t have to be meaningful.”

Belle shrugged, and Dorothy pursed her lips as she grabbed a pair of clean scrubs.

“Hey, did you see Gold today?”

“No, he’s not working until tomorrow,” said Belle. “Why?”

“Oh, no reason. Just asking. Is Whale in, then?”

“Whale’s there now, Jefferson’s in later,” confirmed Belle, grabbing her purse and closing her locker. “See you tomorrow?”

“Count on it.”

She headed out, shivering as she stepped into the bitter wind, and hurried home. Coloured lights twinkled from the houses she passed, lifting her spirits as she shuffled through the snow, but when she reached the small house that she shared with her father, it was dark except for a single light in the lounge. Belle’s mouth flattened. He hadn’t switched the Christmas tree lights on. Again. Feeling her festive spirit drain away, she opened the door and went inside.

“It’s only me!” she called, and heard a grunt from the lounge over the sound of the TV.

Rolling her eyes, she struggled out of her coat and hat and tugged off her boots, exchanging them for soft sheepskin booties and heading to the kitchen. Her father clearly hadn’t started anything for dinner, and Belle huffed in exasperation. Guess I’m cooking again, then. One glance in the fridge made her frown. Cans of beer filled one of the shelves, the remainder being taken up by eggs, bacon and a block of cheese. She sighed to herself and shut the door,wandering through to the lounge. Moe was slumped in his usual chair with a beer can resting on his belly, eyes fixed on the TV screen. Belle put her hands on her hips.

“I thought you were buying something for dinner,” she said, and he glanced around.

“You said you would.”

“No, I said I couldn’t because I was working,” she snapped. “The flower shop is right next to the store! I notice you bought beer, so you managed that.”

“Don’t be a bloody nag,” he groused. “Just order a pizza or something.”

“We had pizza last night.”

“So we’ll have it again!” he said impatiently, and gestured at the TV. “I’m trying to watch this! Just order a damn pizza and get me another beer!”

Huffing in exasperation, Belle stomped through to the kitchen again. I really, REALLY need to get my own place!

The next day she was up before Moe as usual, but still later than she would have liked, so she had to rush to cook their breakfast. He stomped into the kitchen with a bleary look in his eyes, nodding to her as she pushed eggs and bacon towards him.

“I’m working this afternoon, so could you pick up the turkey and the things for Christmas dinner?” she said, when they were almost done. “Everything’s ordered and paid for, you just need to collect it from the store.”

“Alright.” Moe looked at her, chewing his bacon. “What time are you back tonight?”

“Oh, not until eight or so,” she said. “Can you see to yourself until then?”

“Guess I’ll have to,” he said sourly. “I’ll go to Granny’s, have a drink with the guys.”

“Okay.”

Inwardly she heaved a sigh of relief. It meant that he probably wouldn’t be home until late, and she could have an evening of relative peace and quiet preparing the Christmas dinner. Moe shoved the last bit of bacon into his mouth, following it with a swallow of coffee and pushing away his plate.

“Better get to the shop,” he said, shoving back his chair. “I’ll see you later, love.”

He sauntered off to pull on his boots and coat, and Belle frowned at the dirty dishes. Guess I’m doing those, huh?

She took a shower once she was done with cleaning up, brushing her clean hair until it shone and putting on a dark green dress that showed off her pale skin. The addition of some red lipstick made her feel almost festive as she swirled the skirt in front of the mirror, and she smiled to herself. Her gift for the Secret Santa exchange was wrapped, and she looked it over, chewing her lip before putting it in her bag. She hadn’t been sure whether it was an appropriate gift, but there wasn’t anything else she could think of that wasn’t hopelessly generic.

It was a sunny day, if cold, and she turned her face up to feel what warmth the sun could send as she made her way to the hospital along the main road out of town. Her phone ringing made her stop, and she dug in her bag, frowning a little as she saw the number of the flower shop flash up.

“Belle?” barked her father, before she had even had time to answer. “What the bloody hell do you think you’re playing at?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, bewildered.

“Don’t you bloody play coy with me, my girl!” he snapped. “What do you think I’m talking about? Were you planning on telling me you’d decided to take your clothes off for money?”

Belle groaned. The calendar. Great. Well, I guess it was too good to last.

“It’s for charity,” she said shortly. “And it’s not like I did a bloody Playboy centrefold! I think it’s very tasteful.”

“Tasteful my arse! I just had to put up with bloody Miss Ginger holding it up and telling me this is what happens when a daughter has no mother to keep her on the straight and narrow!”

“The day I care about what Miss Ginger thinks of me it’ll be snowing in hell,” said Belle tartly. “That woman could find fault with a bloody saint!”

“Why didn’t you damn well tell me you were doing this?” he demanded.

“Because I’m an adult, and it’s my body and I’ll do what I damn well please with it!” she returned hotly. “Why do you even care? There are eleven other people in that calendar and I don’t see you complaining about them!”

“None of them are my daughter!”

“I posed for a nice picture of my butt so the hospital could save towards a CAT scan,” she said, exasperated. “Somehow I think your reputation will survive. I’ll see you later. Don’t forget to pick up the food, okay?”

“Don’t you think I have enough to do in this shop?” he snapped. “I have to cope in this place alone and you want me to run bloody errands for you? What did your last slave die of?”

“If you want a Christmas dinner tomorrow, you’ll have to pick up the bloody turkey!” she retorted. “I can’t be in two places at once! Alternatively we’ll just eat bacon and bloody eggs all day and you can edge closer to that heart attack the doctors keep warning you about! Your choice!”

She didn’t wait for his response, hanging up with a huff of indignation and striding off towards the hospital entrance. Bloody man!

Gold was able to collect Belle’s Secret Santa gift on the morning of Christmas Eve, and had had to make a detour back home to wrap it before heading to the hospital for his shift that afternoon. He had bought a little something extra to go with it, which he thought was fitting, and he placed everything in a narrow box and wrapped it up with shining green paper, tied with gold ribbon and a single tag with Merry Christmas Belle x written on it. He had decided, after much deliberation, that he would ask her out before the gifts were exchanged; he didn’t want her to feel obliged to say yes, after all. There was no one in the break room when he entered, and he set the box with the other gifts already under the small tree, slipping out and heading for the ward to start his rounds.

He was mentally running over what he wanted to say to Belle in his head, the words repeating in a loop of what sounded to him like something forced and awkward. Belle, we’ve been friends for awhile now, and I’d like to take the next step, if you’re willing. I wondered if you might consider having dinner with me on Friday evening. He said it over and over in his head, in the hope that it would sound natural when he managed to verbalise it.

He was so busy repeating it to himself like a mantra that he barely noticed the object of his desire approaching, and almost bumped into her. Belle was carrying a jug of water in one hand, and it sloshed alarmingly. She put her hand on his forearm with a giggle, blue eyes sparkling.

“Whoa there!” she said. “Are you okay? You looked as though you were miles away.”

Gold smiled at her a little tremulously, feeling as though his tongue had cleaved to the roof of his mouth. His script, so easy to repeat in his mind mere seconds ago, appeared to have evaporated into the ether, and he could only stare at her.

“Belle,” he said. “Uh - hi.” Great. Great start. I suppose at least you got her bloody name right, you loser.

“Hi!” she said brightly. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m - I’m very well,” he said, wanting to punch himself in the face with something. “You?”

“Good!” she said. “I saw the calendar, by the way. I thought the pictures turned out great, what about you?”

“I - yes.” He tried to ignore the image of Belle that had just pushed its way into his head. “Yes, I thought you looked - okay.” Okay? Okay, you moron? She’s a fucking goddess, what is wrong with you? Okay, my sainted backside…

Belle looked as though he’d spat in her face, blinking rapidly.

“Right,“ she said thinly. "Uh - thanks. I guess.”

“I’m - I’m sorry,” he said, wishing he had just sent her a bloody letter or something. "I’m sorry, that came out wrong.“

"It’s okay,” she assured him. "Really.“

There was a moment of awkward silence, and Gold wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. She glanced down at the jug of water in her hands.

"Right,” she said again. “Well, I was about to—”

“Of course,” he said quickly. “I won’t be a moment, it’s just - there was something I wanted to ask you.”

“What is it?”

He tried to grasp at the words he had carefully constructed in his mind, the right words with which to ask her out, but his brain had run off on gleeful tangents, eagerly pushing inappropriate suggestions at him. She was gazing up at him with those wide blue eyes, and he was tempted to take the jug of water from her hands and empty it over his head.

“Right,” he said. “Uh - Belle, you - you know we’ve been friends for awhile now…”

He trailed off, hesitating, and she tilted her head to the side a little, her brow furrowing with mild curiosity.

“And,” he managed. “And I wanted - I mean I wondered - uh - no, I mean I’d like—”

“Belle!”

Astrid’s sharp voice cut him off, and he stood there opening and closing his mouth, momentarily mute. Belle turned to face Astrid, who had almost sprinted down the corridor towards them.

“Oh, thank goodness!” she gasped breathlessly, skidding to a halt. “It’s your dad! They found him collapsed in the shop! Suspected heart attack! They’re bringing him in now!”

Belle had clapped a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and fear.

“Heart attack?” asked Gold, a medical emergency returning the gift of speech to his parched throat. “I’ll come with you.”

“Dr Whale’s there,” said Astrid, shaking her head at him as she handed him the jug of water. “I just came to get Belle.”

She put an arm around Belle, who shot him a brief, frightened look and allowed herself to be led away at a brisk pace. He stared after them, holding the water jug in his hand and feeling helpless.

Well, said his subconscious, with an air of satisfaction that made him want to scream. You blew it.

#hey nonny nonny #fic: kiss of life #dr gold x candy striper belle #rumbelle fic #my fic #rumbelle #he'll get there in the end #i promise

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tamiddyinyourcity · 4 years

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OHRHENAJAHSHHSHSJSHSUSYEYDHEUDH.

10:40am.

I'm not appreciating all the reminders of my ex boyfriend, life.

Friday, May 22nd of 2020.

The reminders:

I made a cake out of Coca Cola when I blacked out the other night from stress, boredom, and exhaustion. I used no measuring cups whatsoever. It tastes like 2% coca cola, 98% miscellaneous flavorless and still simultanously sugary bland blob. It has the texture of kinetic sand. Someone joked that it looked like the bottom of tiramisu..... Cue a flashback of him taking me out to get tiramisu... The good moments were nice, but I must remind myself that he's not the only man that's shared a tiramisu with me, (Matty with the Ass Phatty also did,) and just because a man knows how to woo me with a sweet and mildly bitter delicacy that will foreshadow our relationship, doesn't mean he's a great person, alright?

My friend (i forget her name........... maybe we suck at being friends,) played the song Detachable Penis, and unlocked a part of my brain that I had forgotten about. Good song, good vibe.

I fell asleep with my MASSIVE body pillow folded in an "L" shape, and it felt like someone's arm around me. (It's quarantine, let me be as cuddly as I want, and mildly lame. Shhhhhhh who knows when i can do this shit again????)

Had dreams about him. They were a little aloof though, I can barely remember them. Some were just memories, like that time his dog somehow burst into his room and licked both of us awake. (An actually incredible wholesome memory, to wake up in the arms of the person you like and being tackled by their ginourmously gorgeous labrador. And then the disgust that came when either a piece of cheese, or a piece of pasta, fell from the dog's mouth and into mine.......EUGGGGGGH. EUUUUUUUUUUUUGH-)

My ex also kisses his dog on the mouth. Why did I like this guy? I mean, plenty of reasons, but I still look back on things like, "Damn, Tamia, you've.... got.... strange taste in your men."

I like strange men. I'd probably bang a horror villain, if the situation arose.

(I'm probably only saying that due to seeing a Worthikids video where Jason does ASL, and is ABSOLUTELY RIPPED.)

Give me a sec. I feel ill at the thought of that one individual, and thus, am gonna watch Witches On Tinder until my body feels better.

....

12:09pm.

Alright, cool.

Things I feel worried about for today:

Do I want a TV in my bedroom? I don't watch TV. I don't even have anything to use on it. I don't even watch TV, Twitter exists just fine for me. Uncensored, unhinged, beautiful.

And I don't have a gaming system either..... Well, I'll just probably mention it to my mom. Since if I don't get the TV in here, I can happily have tons of shelf space for myself.

And wall space, for posters.

I need to eat today..... Gosh I'm feeling so low energy. Hell, I thought I slept in until 1pm today, but it turns out, it was only 10:43am. Ugh. Ugh.

I'm exhausted. Not sure why, buuuut probably crippling loneliness and a failure to have others connect with me seems like a good enough reason for why.

It's so incredibly close to June, man.

Am I alright?

Yeah.

Just.... yknow.

12:28pm.

Positive things to look forward to:

MOVIE NIGHT WITH CAM TONIIIIIIIGHT, we're gonna watch 3 Idiots! (That's the name of a film, not just the average night hanging in my house with relatives..... I'm half kidding, lmfao.) He said it's a more serious toned Bollywood film, so fuck yeah. Let's get our Bolly on, babeeeeeeey.

I think his crush on me has disappeared. Better not think about it all too much.

.....

I just remembered that time my ex-friend Jacob told me about wanting to order a horse dragon dildo off the internet.

Good thing about strange taste in friends and men: never a dull moment.

Bad thing: having the uncomfortable knowledge that your friend wants to feel a horsecock all in their b*ssy, is um..............

.....

It's good to have a balance of weird, and basic. Basic friends are the ones for selfies, parties, and shopping sprees. The weird ones are the ones for fun stories, an oddly high level of acceptance of weird shit, and potential crime! (Not like I'd write about crimes on here, though.)

Which is why I think it's harder to bond with people who have, yknow, morals, common sense, and a lack of disability or an atypical lifestyle mindset.

(Especially women.)

Since then yknow, hanging out with people and being used to people who instantly have it *click* in terms of things like gender expression, sexuality, marxism, anti-capitalism, racism, psychology, or tons of shit, then it's a little harder to go back to circles of people that would even wince at the idea of a woman with short hair, shun the homeless, tons of shit.

(Ah, another memory; my ex gave money to a homeless person every time that he saw one. I recall that being something I thought was amazing. He had a lot of fucked up shitty personality tendencies and actions I loathed, but he still occasionally was not a terrible person sometimes.)

But like idk, i think also with women that have been groomed and pushed to be a certain desirable way their entire life, to not speak up as much, or just to never ever step outside the boundaries of "innocent, pretty, and always appealing".... Never really open up to other options, aaaaand usually leads to dismissing me.

That was why I disliked Mari, when we were "friends". She was fake as hell. I get it, people get lonely and take what they can get. But with her, I thought "Cool! A friend of the same gender! We can talk about winged eyeliner and.... whatever girls talk about. Shit talking exes? Yeah, sure. Maybe movies and video games too, if she plays any."

And in her head, she would overall just see me as uninteresting and boring.... despite not contributing to conversation whatsoever, and also ALWAYS INVITING ME OUT? DESPITE NOT LIKING ME?

And only nice to me if I looked all "insta photo glam" to post online to show off to others online. So if i didn't have my FINEST samsbeauty wig on, and a crop top or some shit to look all feminine glam, theeeen she'd be hostile as fuck.

....

I see why she didn't have friends before me. She was a very nauseating person. I literally dumped her and my ex the same day, and when almost a week passed, guess who I remembered? And guess who I forgot? Fucking exactly.

....

But now I do have a good balance of friends. Me speaking openly online ever since I was 12 lead to lots of people enjoying my perspective, and even learning things about themselves.... Feels good, you know?

I'll take an online "YESSSSS QUEEN" over an in real life silence with a dead presence every day.

Since even if both are silent, at least one shows me warmth and love anyways.

12:57pm.

My wigs come in this Tuesday, the cool neighborhood 60s jazz kids come to play on their balcony this Saturday, and I also have my podcast with my homie this Saturday as well. Hell yes. Peace out.

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