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lottes-little-place · 2 months
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That took a little longer than the anticipated "few more days", sorry for that! Started over twice, spent hours on the flowers (graphic design is no longer my passion) and the mirror is only half finished but these were done so I'll just do two separate posts. Without further ado:
The Simple Washer from Kountry Pipes in seven Cluedo Woods and ten Cluedo Colors. Towels are also recolored in all ten colors. As usual (I should start a tag for these!) I've also made some recolors with flowers on them, matching my earlier recolors of the Cowpoke Stove, Blue Ribbon Countertop counters/A Less Threatening Rack and The Refreshing Commode from McKraken Industries. I've also increased the texture size from 256x256 to 512x512 because the flowers were very blurry (and couldn't get the textures right on the smaller size afterwards but that's another story).
Dirty states for everything included!
Also as usual an option for a file to replace the default colors. Look at the second picture to see which color replaces what. I've also replaced the towel colors (not pictured), with blue, green, peach and white.
(I'm trying to stay consistent between the sets in what replaces what but I took a little liberty in replacing the mint towel with green instead of grey like the mint color in my Cowpoke Stove default because I didn't want both a grey and white towel as default. I'm sure nobody cares.😁)
Credits: @shastakiss (textures and colors) and 0melapics (floral designs)
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sprout-fics · 10 months
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I'm having a soft spot for werewolf soap. He isnsuch a puppy for you, full of joy and jumping around and playfull and loves yo wrap himself arround you and suffocate you with his thick fur
And then turns around andis absolutely feral , growling and staking his claims and will rip someone to shreds if needed.
Also just the imagie of a large wolf basically smirking is just to adorkable
I'm so here for bouncy enthusiastic puppy Soap who turns feral as soon as you're in danger.
It’s from one moment to the next that it happens
You’re clearing the route through the jungle with Soap at your side, a routine patrol on the outer perimeter of the temporary camp you and the team have set up in the days-long pursuit of the Narco cell that was responsible for the assassination of a politician. They’d fled into the thick foliage of the dense underbrush, and you and the team had quickly moved to follow, Los Vaqueros alongside you. 
If Soap loved his job on a regular mission, this now seems to be the epitome of excitement for him. Besides having the pleasure to work alongside Ale and Rudy again, the thrill of the hunt itself is addictive to the shifter’s senses. The hum of life in the canopy, the lush scent of greenery, the spongy earth under his feet make the Scotsman practically bounce beside you, eyes glimmering and voice a vibrant cheer. 
He bumps up against you, overexcited, nose brushing under your jaw, fangs just barely poking out in his enthusiasm. He’s paying less attention to the perimeter around you both and more to you, affectionate and adoring with his mate. 
“Down, puppy.” You try for the third time, hands raising to gently push him off of you, and Soap whines at that, big beautiful blue eyes pouting. 
“Only for a few minutes.” He pleads again. “Just a little jog cannae hurt, we won’t be long. Promise.”
“We have to finish our patrol first.” You chide not for the first time, and he grumbles at you in disappointment. Yet he doesn’t argue, knows that the job always comes first and foremost. Work before play. 
He opens his mouth to say something else- likely to snark at you, but then he pauses. You see it in his eyes, the way his pupils dilate as his super-human hearing picks up on something distant. 
“Soap?” You ask, quieter, concerned. Yet he doesn’t answer, not as his head whips towards the direction of the jungle and he doesn’t even breathe.
“Down!” He bellows, voice thunderous just as gunfire explodes from the ferns, and you yelp as suddenly his form barrels into yours, pressing you down into the soft dirt as bullets fly overhead. 
You curse, try and twist from under him to return fire but Soap suddenly snarls, loud enough to make your heart stammer. His form hovers over you, braced on his elbows with his face just millimeters from your own.
It’s always his eyes that change first when Johnny shifts, going from baby blue to yellow in a matter of seconds as his body begins to transform- broadening, widening, bones cracking as they break and reform in the span of only seconds. You don’t understand how he manages the pain of his entire body re-writing itself, and now with his face contorted into something no less than fury, you remember at once just how deadly the werewolf above you truly is. 
Mere moments, before Soap’s muzzle elongates and his fangs drip with pooling, hungry saliva onto your face, his shoulders drawing close, growing to accommodate his massive size, claws forming from his fingernails near your head. His gear and clothes shred as he shifts, ribboned into rags by his towering form. 
“Stay.” Is all he tells you, his voice ringing clear in your mind as a trembling growl drops deep from the hollow of his chest. It’s the only warning you get before he launches himself in the direction of your attackers, and there’s screams at the sudden massive form that snarls and hurdles towards them with the intent of utter destruction. 
It’s only when you try to shift and follow that you notice the bloody gash in your leg, rendered by a bullet that you couldn’t quite miss. You hiss at the pain, draw the leg up to your chest even as blood stains the fabric of your pants, pools across your gloved fingertips. It’s enough to distract you even as the radio erupts with chatter from Price and the others, pounding in your ears as you attempt to press down on the wound. 
You don’t even notice the rest of the jungle go quiet until a looming shadow falls across you. You look up to see Soap’s huge yellow eyes, the blood caking his maw as he nudges at you, scruff still bristled with a still coiled energy from his carnage. You raise a bloody hand to the side of his face, and your wolf makes a little whine at the touch, concerned, upset, frenetic. 
When there’s a rustle from the bushes, Soap snarls, the sound entirely feral, animalistic like the untamed creature that he is. Paws plant on either side of your form, shielding you from view as he turns in the direction of those that dare approach. Head hanging low in warning, blood dripping from his fangs, Soap issues only one, savage warning to those that venture too close to his injured mate. 
“Mine.”
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snek-panini · 7 days
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Today I've got binderary book #3 to share! It's a lighthouse (burning) by books-and-omens. This is a really excellent canonverse (sort of) historical setting liminal ghost story-esque fic that I read practically in one sitting sometime last summer. It's fantastic, well-characterized, angsty and fluffy and fairly plotty and with some really unique worldbuilding. I honestly can't sing its praises enough; it's one of the only times since taking up this hobby that I've known I wanted to bind something before I actually finished reading it.
Have a look at the rest of the photos under the cut; this one came out really well and I'm in love with it.
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For this cover we have lineco book cloth on the spine, a strip of chiyogami paper that I got in one one ChibiJay's random paper packs, and blue-gray sketch paper for the primary gray space. It's a little hard to tell in the photos but the HTV for the titles is in two different colors, silver for "a lighthouse" and pewter for "(burning)". The effect is more pronounced in person and I love it. The pewter came in a multi-pack of cricut foil HTV and I can't seem to find it on its own anywhere, which is a shame because it's beautiful. The sort of streaky effect on the cover was unintentional but I'm kinda liking it? It's a more porous paper for drawing or painting or something, and I tried to wax it for waterproofing, but when I used the heat press to get the title on the wax darkened in the spots where the glue was applied to the cover board. At first I was disappointed, but the fic features a really massive unnatural storm, and it sort of looks like water running down a windowpane, so I'm leaning into that and calling it an aesthetic. The back didn't get this heat treatment, so it doesn't have the pattern.
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Top view, showing the bookmark and handmade end bands. The bookmark is a navy blue ribbon cut from the inside of a shirt, and I chose red and white because there are so many picturesque lighthouses that have red and white stripes. It's the only color in the book that's not blue or gray. The endpapers are a navy blue silk moire, and I had better luck with them than I did with the platinum ones on my Persuasion bind even though they are the same brand. Maybe it's practice or maybe navy just hides more sins than platinum.
For the title page I went fairly simple (for me anyway) with just a frame I pulled from rawpixel. It suits the story, though, being set sometime around or before the early 20th century. I also played with text colors on the title page, with some words being grayed out to mimic the effect on the cover. The section break is me getting clever with a feature of my printer. I often use a gray line to denote section breaks, but for whatever reason my printer doesn't like them and often makes them blurry. It is only these lines that come out blurry; larger images don't do this even if they are complex. So for this one, where a major feature of the story is trying to figure out what's real and what's a supernatural occurrence, I made one that was deliberately heavier in the center so it would come out sort of smoky or fuzzy, like it wasn't quite real and couldn't be clearly seen. It doesn't look this fuzzy in the unprinted file but I love the effect and I feel very clever for manipulating the printer like this.
I'm going to show off some interior shots but this bit contains spoilers for the story, so if you don't want to see that then maybe skip the rest of the post.
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I wanted to get creative with my title placement since a lot of my binds look very similar inside, and this concept really let me try that out. The plot of the story is that the reason there are so many supernatural phenomena at this lighthouse is that someone in the future ran an experiment to harvest energy and accidentally cracked spacetime with it, and bits of the future and the past and the might-have-been are seeping through the cracks, and the longer the cracks exist the more seeps through them and the worse the ghostly stuff gets. At first it's not clear whether there's anything weird happening at all, and it becomes clearer that something is wrong the further in you get because the cracks are worse. So I had this idea for a vintage lighthouse illustration with an overlay of cracks in glass, that become more defined as the story progresses until something is done and they're sealed up in the end. I am not a visual artist and even this straightforward concept was too much for my skills, so I chose the lighthouse and the crack overlay and my amazing husband did the actual image manipulation. There are five different images, with the cracks invisible in the first and final chapter and most visible in chapter 10 and 11, when the characters are trying hardest to fix the problem. I'm really really proud of how well this turned out.
And that's it! I have several more binderary books to post but they are all still waiting for titles before I do the photos, so I don't know when I'll have them up.
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alwayshughes · 1 year
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domesticity | jack hughes
a/n: hello! i just thought this would be a sweet little idea while i finish writing part two for the mess you leave behind, enjoy! <3
summary: in which y/n and her fiancé, jack hughes, try to navigate their newfound home life after moving in together following their recent engagement.
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white tulips
at first, it had been tulips. 
“it’s relatively basic, i know,” jack states softly. he could barely muster enough courage to look you in the eyes, being incredibly nervous for your reaction. although jack was the romantic type, he certainly had never gone as far as buying you flowers, especially when it wasn't a special occasion, settling for more simpler things, such as physical touch. “it was trev's idea, for the record, which i'm now realising, in hindsight, should probably have been enough of a reason for me not to do this but i just saw these and they reminded me of you and so i decided fuck it and thou—”
“jack” you mutter, interrupting his nervous rambling, before walking over towards him and planting a chaste kiss to his lips. “i love them.”
“i..oh, yeah?”
“yes,” you responded softly, stifling a laugh at his anxiousness over what you believed to be an incredibly sweet and thoughtful act. 
"yeah well i remembered how you were talking about the counter looking a little bare over there", he nods his head over in the direction of the plain marbled countertop, "and so after trev joked about it.. i thought about buying you flowers, to you know... put in it's space, and 'bring a bit of colour into the room’”, he says comically, humour laced evidently in his voice as he recites the exact words you had spoken to him a week earlier. 
“they’re beautiful, i love them j, thank you.”
your smile had left him ecstatic for days.
jack wanted to see you smile again. and again. and again. leading to the ritual continuing, being tulips the first time, and then lilies, and then roses. 
it had eventually come to the point where the local florist had a fresh bouquet already prepared each end of the week for him to collect after morning skate.
"ooh what will they be this time, j?' you hum, cocking your head to the side in an attempt to get a better view
jack was standing with that usual grin on his face, his hands behind his back in a comical attempt to hide what you could already tell was another fresh batch of flowers.
“for you,” he greets with an exaggerated flourish, revealing his handful of “hydrangeas,”before pulling you close to him with his free hand.
“holy shit, jack, these are gorgeous,” you breathe. it was a vibrant bunch of baby blues and pinks, arranged decoratively into a wrap of white parchment paper, a ribbon of twine holding the flowers together.
“i know you love when flowers last a long time… the lady says they can last for up to a month, if not more.”
you hum in acknowledgement, continuing to admire the vibrancy of the colours in front of you. 
“what do the colours mean?” you ask, curiosity getting the better of you.
“oh, you know,” he shrugs with a smile, “just undying love… heartfelt emotion. nothing much, really.”
you brush your fingers across the petals, a chuckle managing to escape your lips at your fiance's humour, before responding with an "oh yeah, totally. nothing much.”
jack hughes really was a hopeless romantic. 
grocery shopping
"are you gonna stand there and look pretty or help me unload this?". the look on jack's face says it all. he wasn't impressed at your lack of contribution to this trip, however in your defence you had told him that if you did the shopping, he'd be doing the rest, and you meant it.
"i think i'll stand here and look pretty. besides, you're almost finished anyways. it's almost like i did all of the shopping while you followed me around and whined about them not having your favourite protein balls." the next box of pancake mix is slammed a little too hard onto the belt, your fiancée mumbling something about how he should've stayed home, but you knew better than to be deceived by his whole 'i hate it here' act.
jack loved to grocery shop with you. any chance he could get to spend time with you while home from a roadie he would take up in an instant. he loved sneaking stuff into the cart just for you to act like you didn't see it and pay for it anyways. he loved when you asked him which new cereal you should try this time around. he loved the domesticity of it all. 
"jack" your fiancee’s gaze meets your own eyes, "are you all good there?" 
"yeah, sorry baby." he puts the last few things on the belt before pushing the cart your way so that the worker would have somewhere to put the many paper bags, filled with groceries. "do you want a drink?" he questions softly.
he opens the fridge, retrieving a peach flavoured celsius, before grabbing another watermelon one, your favourite. jack knew that you would be begging for a sip of his own like you always did after denying his offer to get you your own drink.
"no thanks." 
like every other time, the cashier announces the overpriced total for your groceries. jack turns on his phone, opening apple pay before pressing it towards the corner of the terminal to pay, scoffing when he watches you turn yours on to do the same. 
"baby put that away, you know i pay for the groceries," his larger hand swats yours away when you get a little too close to the square reader for contactless payments. 
"you paid last time meaning it's my turn, not to mention you paid for lunch too, it's only fair j." 
"i paid for lunch because i like paying for you. you're my fiance, my lover, it's my job."
"yeah well, you're my lover as well so therefore the job is also mine,  move." 
a small beep signalling the completion of a transaction is heard between the two of you bickering making the both of you pause. the two of you stand there, wondering who had just paid for the $214 shopping.
jack flips his phone over in an attempt to see whether his payment had gone through. the card information for apple pay was still displayed, the words hold near reader mocking him. on the other hand, a small check mark and the words approved were displayed, glowing on your phone.
the cashier laughs as she hands you the receipt while jack lets out a loud sigh, his gaze burning imaginary holes through your body.
you roll your eyes in response to his dramatics, before moving towards him, placing a few pats to the firm muscles of his back, sending him a reassuring smile. you were completely aware that he  loved taking care of the finances and anything that involved money considering he was more than able to. jack knew you had plenty of hard-earned money saved. it was something he truly admired you for, you were success-driven and had an insanely hardworking nature. your work ethic was admirable to many, including jack, however he loved treating you, more than anything. 
"push the cart for me j, we've got to put all this in the car." a small defeated sigh leaves jack's lips when you wrap an arm around his waist, before pulling him along with you towards the car. 
"i'm buying us dinner tonight," his voice is firm, leading you to realise that there was going to be no debating this topic
"i know you will, baby" you respond back softly
"and i'm getting us smoothies before we go home." a smile plants itself on your features at his pettiness.
"yeah?"
"mhm," he affirms, a giddy smile lacing his lips
"okay, pretty boy. buy us smoothies with all of your hard earned money from being such an amazing player. my sweet, generous, loving, fiance". now he's smiling that gorgeous smile that you love a little too much. it's sweet, the way he bites the inside of his cheek to hide just how much your words had affected him. the subtle action makes you want to plant a kiss to his soft lips, he was endearing.
"shut up." he wants to trip you when you go walking past him with a little too much excitement. you don't notice the $100 note he manages to sneakily slip in to the open zipper of your purse as you walk by. 
god he was petty.
dinner for two
it was the first night in together at your new house, and jack had insisted on cooking the two of you dinner. you should have known better really, you had only ever seen jack cook once, and although he had claimed to have cooked it by himself, a part of you knew that ellen had most definitely assisted him, multiple times. the other time, hadn't counted. it was a year into your relationship and you had received a message from jack's old roommate ty, joking around to you about how useless he was in the kitchen. jack couldn't even cook broccoli for god sake. put simply, jack and cooking didn’t mix, at all. much to your dismay however, you had quickly discovered that jack's pleading tone and persuasive nature was one of your many weaknesses. jack had promised to deliver you a lovely, well-cooked steak to welcome the both of you into this new stage of life, who was to turn down such an offer?
the deafening sound of pans crashing together is enough to stray your concentration away from the news. jack had been in the kitchen for about forty five minutes now, and so far, he had proved to be doing well, exceeding your expectations. he hadn’t asked for your help once, and although it was slightly unusual, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
suddenly, the pungent, stifling aroma of burnt steak is all that can be smelt, causing you to cringe in response. “i smell something burning j, you’re sure you’re okay in there?” you speak up, “i’m fine! i’m fine!”, he immediately assures, although you could sense the panic and urgency in his tone. you hum in response, a smug smirk beginning to cover your features, this was humorous to you. jack could beat franchise records for the new jersey devils, and yet here he was, away from the ice, struggling to cook a relatively simple meal for the two of you. 
ten minutes quickly passed, and deciding that it would be in the best interest of the two of you, while also ensuring that your house didn't burn down, you decide to go check up on him. upon entering the kitchen you notice jack scrambling to switch off the heat on the stove, mumbling profanities under his breath out of frustration. confused by his reaction you continue to make your way towards the pan, your mouth falls agape as you realise what jack had been so frustrated about.
the steak was burnt. very burnt 
quickly taking the pieces of stake off the heat, he places them on a plate, an attempt to save what was left. feeling your presence behind him, jack turns around, his gaze landing on yours, gauging your reaction.
he smiles apologetically, before murmuring, "it's just a little more char-grilled than i was going for" before sighing, plastering a poor attempt at a smile towards you. 
"i think its a little more than char-grilled j, but that's okay, we'll still give it a try and finish the salad yeah?"
you weren't going to suffice to take out yet, jack had put in the effort, and you had really appreciated it. besides, salad was easy to make, nothing more could go wrong.
jack pulls you in, placing a soft, sweet kiss to your forehead before nodding his head in the direction of the tv, urging you to relax and let him finish. 
you sigh in defeat, before making your way back over towards the living room, distracting yourself with the news once more.
another ten minutes had passed, and once more you decided to check up on how he was going. entering the kitchen, your gaze lands on jack standing by the marbled kitchen counter, a knife in hand, and pieces of diced tomatoes lay on the side of the board. you make your way over to him, your arms finding their familiar place, wrapping around his middle. your body latches onto him before you look up to meet his gaze, “how is it all going baby?”. 
your question is met by silence, before you hear jack mutter a barely audible "shit" under his breath. your gaze swiftly focuses on where his gaze had landed, at his finger. 
“god you’re bleeding jack! how the hell did you do that?” you question, untangling your arms from around his waist, rushing over towards the cupboard in search of a bandaid and wipes. “i was trying to cut the tomatoes, when the fuck did cooking get so difficult!”
locating the bandaid and wipes you make your way back over to him, jack had moved towards the sink, running water over the small cut, you're thankful it had been nothing too serious. 
he turns around to face you, a slight frown playing at his lips. "i think you should stick to hockey baby, you go sit down and relax while i finish the salad hm" you speak softly, patting his muscular, firm back as a thank you. it was the thought that counted. 
it had only taken a few minutes, mindlessly mixing the salad before you had finished. jack notices as you begin to move the salad into a decorative, glass bowl. standing from the barstool he walks around, pulling you in to his front, his arms wrapped around your waist while his head rests atop of yours. 
jack softly mumbles an apology to you. "i'm sorry baby, i just wanted to do something nice for you, for us, but somehow i managed to ruin it all”, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead. 
"no need to apologise j, it's the thought that counts, plus, it wasn't a bad view, you in our kitchen i mean" you hum. you turn around to face him, your arms naturally finding their place around his neck. his hands automatically shift to your sides, squeezing them briefly. god the hold this man's touch had on you
his eyebrows raise expectantly at you, a cocky smirk is quick to paint his features. 
"oh yeah?" he questions, before continuing, moving his face closer to yours, his breath fanning against your cheek as he begins to whisper in your ear. "you know, since this is our first night home together, in our new place, i feel like there's something still left to do"
catching on to his suggestive implication, you feel your cheeks heat up, a deep red blush covering your previous pale cheeks
"mm i would love that, however we do need to eat something a bit more substantial, so.. chipotle?
"you know me too well baby", he responds back, holding his hand out for you to take before he leads you out the front door. 
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the-fiction-witch · 3 months
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Blue Bow
Media The Artful Dodger
Character Jack Dawkins
Couple Jack X Reader
Rating SMUT AF
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Requested (can I just say first that I'm a HUGE fan of your work i love you💗) but anyway could you write an imagine where Y/n works at the hospital with Jack but he never notices her until he finds her..pleasuring herself to the thought of him and then soon he starts to notice her and falls in love with her?? that was a lot I'm sorry but that would make my life complete (could you also add smut between them??)
I groaned as the light from my window flooded in across my face caused my skin to heat up, I forced my body up out of my bed and made the bed behind me, I went to my wardrobe and got some clothes on for today before headed to the small stove made myself a cup of tea and some toast to try and bring me into this world a little more. I finished my toast and was about halfway down my tea before I heard my door. I looked up and saw one of the nurses, I didn't know her name opened my door. This was very usual most nurses don't bother to knock or anything mostly because if they're getting me there isn't often really time to knock I guess. 
I looked at her and took her in a little, a pair of small black boots laced up to her knees, I would assume stockings but I don't know, the usual grey-washed-out nurses dress around her with an apron over it, nothing overly spectacular or noteworthy about her. She was cute I guess, but the main thing I noticed about her was her hair in a ponytail with a blue ribbon bow to tie it up.
"Doctor Dawkins?"
"Yes?" I asked, 
"The surgery is starting,"
"Right, I'll be down in a second." 
She nodded and went off back to her business, So I finished my tea and headed down to get on with work. 
I set up for surgery this afternoon and sorted everything I needed in the prep room, I heard the nurse who was to be helping me today arrive at the prep room, I didn't bother to look up at her I'm sure whoever it is can do her job. 
"Doctor," She smiled as she brought the leather apron over, 
I saw her and noticed it was her again, her little boots, grey washed-out uniform, and her hair with its blue bow ribbon keeping her hair in a bun. Ohh right that one, "Ahh Afternoon," I told her as she happily handed me the apron which I slipped over my head and she cheerfully buckled it at my back,
"Good Afternoon Doctor Dawkins," she smiled, 
"You know what we're doing?" 
"Yes sir," 
"Good, shall we get on then?" I asked her as I turned and handed her what we needed to take into the theatre, 
"Of course, yes." She nodded as she followed behind me like a little lost kitten,  
I sighed as I headed into the storage cupboard looking for, well peace for a few minutes. I shut the door and leaned against the wall, I took a moment to breathe and to straighten my head after today's madness. I let a few breaths out but I perked up as I heard another sound, I heard a gasp but not like a gasp of surprise. I looked into the cupboard and saw someone standing leaning against the side of the wooden shelf used to store towels, bedsheets, and other such things, given the angle they were mostly hidden. But I saw a foot around the shelf with a black knee-high lace boot, an exposed leg with some pale stockings, and the pulled-up fabric of a washed-out nurse uniform. They gasped and shifted their body a lot, I was almost worried they were hurt whoever they were. 
"Uhhh... Doctor Dawkins..." Her voice moaned softly,
Ohhh... What? What was that? she- she just moaned my name? Ohhhh this is gonna be fun.
"Uhh...uhhhh... ummmm..." Her voice muttered as she tried to be quiet, 
It was then as she moved her head I saw her hair in a half updo with a blue ribbon bow, 
Ohh! it's Blue bow. It's her. that- that one. who's the name... damn it still escapes me. I moved a little closer to try and see her better, Her back was against the wooden shelves and Her dress was tugged up around her waist exposing her white bloomers, she had moved the table close to her and perched herself on the corner of the wooden table she shifted and moved her body slowly to the rounded edge of the wooden table rubbed against her clit to pleasure her. Ughh fuck she looked so good... Umm my naughty little nurse. I had to admit watching her grind on the table moaning for me with that innocent little blue bow in her hair was more than enough to get me excited. But she moved off the table and I almost whined from disappointment, but she unbuttoned her dress and slipped her hand in plaid and fondled her breast she leant against the shelf and slipped her hand between her legs as she rubbed her clit and slipped her fingers inside herself. 
"Ughhh! Doctor Dawkins..." She moaned,
Ummm... you naughty little girl, locking yourself away to touch yourself thinking about me. Fuck I just wanna go over and get my hands on you... but, then you might stop and we don't want that. 
I watched her for a creepy amount of time but I couldn't tear my eyes away, I bit my lip as I watched her so eagerly play, I couldn't stop myself from unbuttoning my trousers and I pulled out my stiff erection, I smirked as I rubbed my hand down myself as I watched her, listening to her gasps and moans, I did my best to keep quiet made sure my hand kept pace with hers, But she was overexcited already going a little too fast for me but I soon got to that point of desire too, 
"Ughhhhh!" she whined clearly desperate,
I wanted to go over and finish her myself but she was doing just fine without me, and she was so much fun to watch, as her own wetness coated her hand and even began to drip down her legs, until it suddenly hit her, she lent her head back her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open as she uncontrollably moaned as she reached her orgasm. Just watching her was amazing and I hit my own only just after her own, so I clamped a hand over my mouth so my moans wouldn't alert her to my presence, I quickly cleaned up and calmed down. 
"Umm..." she sighed and fanned herself with her hand as she fixed her clothes, "Ohh Doctor Dawkins..." she sighed happily as she blew a kiss,
Awww she's cute, I silently blew her a kiss too before I quickly did my trousers up and left as quietly as I could, as soon as I shut the door I bolted across to the small room under the theatre standing and shut the door to be alone. "Fuck..." I gasped slightly recovering after all that, "Ummm you naughty little thing. I'm gonna have to start paying more attention to my little blue bowed nurse." 
I smirked leaning on the wall across from the ward, looking through the window watching the nurses work, or well... the nurse work. My eyes square on her. In her little boots, her cute little dress and apron, her hair in a braided half updo with her blue ribbon plaided into her braid and then in a bow at the bottom to hold the braid, a broom in her hand as she worked making sure everything was cleaned. I admit my eyes lingered longer than they should have, and it had been like this for days now, ever since the storage cupboard incident I couldn't stop looking at her, reminded of what I saw. But even so, I couldn't help but notice so many things about her, how she always wiggles her hips as she sweeps, how she dusts off her hands when she's finished working, how every day she finds a new way to put that little blue ribbon in her hair, her sweet gentle smile when she makes the patients, I have to admit... I do think she's cute, and sweet, and... Ohh crap. I like her, don't I. 
"Ohh Good Morning Doctor Dawkins," she smiled as she hurried past with her broom,
"Morning," I smiled, "You're always so busy," I chuckled as I followed her with my arms behind my back, 
"Well, so much to do." she chuckled,
"Yeah I imagine there is, you don't have to work so hard you know. You can leave some of it to the other nurses?"
"No, it wouldn't be right, I don't mind."
"You're sweet, such a precious little thing," 
She blushed, "Aww that's so kind of you, Doctor Dawkins," she giggled, "I uhh I think you're very sweet too,"
"Hum... you're too nice to me." I smirked, "You sure you don't take any breaks during the day?"
"I do try not to doctor," she said, "always something to do,"
"Right you are," I nodded, "But uhh you ever do want a break, the uhh... the storage cupboard is a very peaceful place."
Blush formed across her cheeks, "It uhh it is?"
"I'd say so,"
"I uhh I wouldn't know I don't often take a break, let alone in the uhh storage cupboard."
"no, course not. You're far too busy." I told her, "But if ever you do fancy a break I do enjoy the storage cupboard,"
"You do?"
"I do, often find myself in there of a busy day,"
"Yes uhh I uhh I will have to take your word for it," 
 "You have a nice day Nurse," I told her before I headed off to get on with my work, unable to hide my smile for hours.
I stood by my mirror and fixed my hair a little to make sure I looked decent, I knew she'd be coming up to drop off some clean laundry for me and I was eager to see her. As soon as I heard feet up the stairs so I went and sat on my bed doing my best to look attractive grabbing a book to look mysterious and busy as she came into my room in her usual dress and apron, her hair in her usual blue bow tied around her head with the bow on the top of her head like an adorable little present, the basket in her hands with the folded laundry.
"Ahh There you are," I smiled,
"Good Evening doctor Dawkins," She cooed as she set the basket down by my wardrobe as usual,
"Thank you very much,"
"You're welcome," She smiled before our eyes finally let and immediately blush dusted her cheeks,
"Yes?" I smirked at her blush,
"Uhh Doctor Dawkins..." She began, "Are you reading your book upside down... on purpose?" 
I glanced at the book in my hand and saw the pages and their words upside down, as I was in fact holding the book upside down, "...Yes," I answered, "I was trying to observe a medical diagram from an additional angle..." I lied, 
"Oh, of course, do excuse me." she smiled, "Is that all or is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Yes actually, I uhh..." I began as I got out of bed and set my book down, "I wanted to ask you how you came into this line of work?"
"Ohh? Me?"
"Yes, you." I told her as I moved closer to her,
"Well, My uhh my father got sick when I was young, just sort of lived my life as if I lived in a hospital always cleaning and caring for him, after he died I suppose I just thought I should use my years of experience." 
"That's very sweet."
"Thank you, may I ask how you came into this line of work doctor?"
"Much the same I suppose, just sort of fell into it." 
"Well, I'm glad you did,"
"Yeah, I'm glad you did too."
"If that's everything Doctor I should be heading back..."
"There is one more thing,"
"Oh?"
I couldn't wait any longer so I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to hers, her lips soft and almost sugary, she kissed back her hands settled on my chest and gripped my shirt, I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her closer so not an inch remained between us, she pulled back for some air and gasped quickly. 
"Umm... Don't stop." I told her as I caressed her cheek and pressed kisses all over her face and jaw, 
"What?"
"Don't stop, Please... just let me kiss you." 
"Doctor dawkins I-"
"Please. I need you. I want you so bad..." I groaned, "You've wound me up like a bloody spring all this time, now you've let me go... you can't expect me to just stop-" 
"I didn't know you- you even looked at me?"
"I've done nothing but look at you for weeks." I told her as I ran the tip of my nose up her own, "Humm ever since the storage cupboard..." 
"Ohh god- You-"
"Ohh I know." I growled, "I watched you..."
"You wa-watched me?"
"I did."
"Ohh I'm so so sorry I-"
"It's alright, I was too."
"wh-what?!"
"I was, I joined in with you. Took all my strength not to go over and replace your hands."
"You should have,"
"Should I? Would you have wanted me too?"
"I would,"
"Well... how about we repeat the cupboard events then? but this time I'll replace your hands."
"On one condition,"
"Yes?"
"I'll replace yours too."
"deal!" I smirked as I pulled her back into a kiss, 
she very happily kissed back, our kisses becoming lustful and passionate immediately, our hands lost on each other our lips battling one another but there was no way on this earth she was winning over me. I set my hands on the back of her thighs just under her ass and lifted her up before I threw her down on my bed not wasting a single moment to get between her legs, she giggled her hands either side of her head on the pillow before she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me down to her, I didn't argue pushing myself against her pinning her whole body down pressing it into my mattress as we kissed her hands tugging and knotting in my hair as our moans flowed freely, I pulled back kissing down her neck as my hands grabbed her hem and forced up her dress,
"Let's see what you're hiding under this study little dress," I growled in her ear as I pushed her dress up she happily lifted her arms letting me push it off over her head and throw it off my bed revealing her cream corset and white bloomers, and that body... Fuck! "Urrghhh! That is a fucking crime to lock that body in that boxy stuffy dress... Ummmm look at you!" I groaned kissing down her chest until I reached her corset, her hands began tugging at my waistcoat so I did deny her I sat up and unbuttoned it throwing it to the floor too I peeled off my suspenders and tossed my shirt to the side and Immediately her hands found my bare chest and wouldn't stop petting and stroking me, 
"Oooohh Look at you," She smirked, 
I admit... that made me feel very loved and very desired, not had a girl go so excited about seeing me before, and... I cannot be blamed for my response. 
"Ummmmm!" I groaned wrapping my arms around her and pushing her so hard into my best as I kissed her on the the bed springs actually broke below us, 
"What was that?" she pulled away at the shocking sound, 
"I don't know- I don't care-" I told her, "the bed still work?"
"...Yes?" She said quickly giving it a test,
"Then I'll deal with it later!" I told her kissing her again, my fingers quickly found her corset ties tugging and pulling on them until it was undone and tossed that off the bed pulling back to see her perky breasts "Fuck!" I groaned just looking at her, "I can't wait anymore." I groaned yanking her bloomers off and kissing her stomach as I did all to get her naked on my bed already she was insanely beautiful and I held her thighs to spread them a little to get the most perfect view of her laying on my bed her hair against my pillow with that cute little blue bow in her hair, her perk bare breasts, her smooth seductive stomach, her glistening pussy with her legs wide open for me. I kissed down her body already feeling myself throbbing in my trousers for her, "I want you so bad..."
"Then you can have me doctor Dawkins..." she gasped, 
I didn't need to be told twice burying my head between her legs to lick and suck on her clit not even needing to warm up gently as she was already more than ready for me, Hearing her gently whine and squeal under me was the most erotic sound I'd heard in my life, her body often wiggling and flinching under me from how overwhelmed she was at merely my touch, and her taste! fuck I could eat her for breakfast, lunch and dinner and still not be satisfied. My hands held her thighs stroking the cotton soft skin her own knotted into my hair tugging and pushing on my head often to guide me where she needed me, 
"Ughh! Doctor Dawkins! Stop please I'll-" She whined, 
I didn't stop I got faster moving a hand up to grab her breast fondling it in my hand as I kissed her and her orgasm hit suddenly her legs shaking, her hips twitching and her squirting down my bed her hands gripped my hair tightly and she loudly moaned,
"Ughhhhhhhh!" 
"Ohh my god you look so good-" I groaned as I watched her cum, "Ummm, you're doing that again!" I smirked trying to kiss her again but she clamped her thighs shut,
"No, no please -" she gasped, "At least let me rest for a moment..."
"Alright, you think you have the energy?" I smirked unbuttoning my trousers and pulling out my cock, 
"yes doctor," she nodded excitedly, she happily kissed my neck and chest before taking every inch of me in her mouth,
"Ughhhh fuck!" I groaned one hand holding the bed and the other holding her bow as she so passionately worked, moans and groans tumbling from my lips as she worked moving her head back and forth using her tongue to run circles all the way around my head, I couldn't stop looking at her as she worked, "Ummm you look so gorgeous... Ummm you naughty little thing," I groaned I knew I was already close to her sucking so I pushed her back flat on the bed which made her giggle teasingly "Ohh? you like winding me up?"
"Maybe..."
"Maybe I should torture you see how you like it?" I smirked thrusting two fingers inside her fast and hard,
"Ughhhhhh Doctor Dawkins please!" she screamed over my fast and merciless thrusts I smirked and grabbed her breast fondling her perky breast again and hardening her nipple rubbing and pinching it which made her scream more, "Ahhh ughhh uuuuhhhhh!"
"Aww you like that?" 
"Mhm..."
"This what you want?" I growled taking my hand from her pussy to grab her other breast and playing with her nipples with both hands 
"Ughhh yes!" she whined,
"Ummm, you naughty girl..." I growled kissing her neck as I mercilessly plaid with them, "Umm I wanna suck on them so bad-"
"R-really?"
"Yeah- sorry that was probably kinda-" I began trying to apologize as I realized how weird that sounded only after it left my mouth but she grabbed my hair and forced my head down, I smirked and kissed down her neck and chest picking the left biting gently on the soft smooth skin of her breast before flicking my tongue across her hard nipple which immediately made her tense, I made sure to be slow watching her face as I ran my tongue in a clockwise circle around it before sucking hard on her nipple even gracing her skin a little with my teeth and flicking my tongue across her harder. 
"Uhhhh! Please! doctor-" she gasped, "No more please,"
"No? What do you want instead?"
"I want you inside me."
"Ughhh! You naughty girl!" I smirked immediately stroking myself to make sure I was at my best for her, "Ready?"
"Ready," she nodded, 
I smirked and pushed inside her, immediately losing myself in pleasure. She felt amazing! more than I could have ever imagined I held her hips hard and thrusted hard and fast listening to her intense screams, I let my moans fall without concern I knew I wouldn't last long so I rubbed on her clit mercilessly as I thrusted harder and faster hearing her scream and plead for more. She pushed me back until I pulled out I was confused for a moment but she smirked and turned over to kneel on her stomach moving her hips back until they met my own, "Ummmm you naughty girl." I growled grabbing her hips and thrusting fast and hard, listening to the sounds of her moans and squeals mixed with the bed squeaking and the sound of our skin hitting each other, I smirked and grabbed her breast tugging on her nipples making her scream in pleasure, "Ummm you like that? Fuck! You naughty girl, my naughty, naughty girl." 
"Doctor Dawkins..." she moaned, "Yes! Please!"
"Come on my little nurse, I'm not stopping till you cum." I smirked pulling her hair and that sweet little blue bow until, she tightened around me and squirted again as she reached her orgasm I kept going to let her ride it out as long as possible but it made me reach my orgasm too so I quickly pulled out and finished across her back. She collapsed on the bed and I quickly laid down beside her as we both gasped quickly, "Fuck... I uhh I think I'm in love with you,"
"What?"
"I... I think I'm in love with you."
"I... I love you too..." she smiled, "You really mean that?"
"I do," I nodded, "More than anything," 
"Ohh, that's very sweet doctor Dawkins," she cooed moving to lay her head on my chest I smiled and pet her hair softly, 
"It's Jack." 
"Jack," she smiled, "Jack Dawkins, it's a very pretty name."
"Aww you're a sweet little thing," I told her,
"Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n."
"Y/n," I smiled kissing her head, "that's a beautiful name." I told her kissing her sweet face, "I really do love you y/n."
"I love you too Jack," She smiled nuzzling closer into my chest so I held her tight and tucked the covers around us, letting her lay there comfortably as I plaid with her cute blue bow. 
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chaenniz · 1 year
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cookie - pham hanni x reader
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A/N ;; felt the urge to write this fic bc of this lol,, i'll try to finish reqs once im done w school stuff ‼️‼️
genre ;; fluff
wc ;; 2.2k
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day after day you’d find that there would be a sweet surprise waiting for you in your locker before first period, cookies.
today was no different, you opened your locker to find the familiar sight of round chocolate-chip cookies in a clear bag and wrapped with a light blue star-patterned ribbon sitting in the cubbyhole your locker had.
you reached for the small folded sticky note that always accompanied the gift.
‘i tried making the cookies softer this time! hopefully these give you a boost of energy throughout the day! - your secret admirer <3’
you smiled softly to yourself, chuckling. you already knew who had been sending you all these cookies and notes, in fact you figured it out the next day after the first time you received the sugary treats in your locker.
being hanni’s childhood friend and best friend meant that you could read her like a book. this was especially apparent when you noticed how much her writing resembled the note’s writing in your hand.
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you jolted awake from your nap in the library as you felt a hand smack against your shoulder, accompanied soon after with a high-pitched voice.
"do you really have to abuse my shoulder each time you see me, hanni? you groan. "i swear, i'm gonna get uneven shoulders by the time we graduate"
hanni playfully rolls her eyes at you, ""i didn't even hit you that hard, you big baby." she grabs your wrist, "now hurry up and get your stuff, the others are waiting for us."
"yeah, yeah. i got it" you reply sleepily, gathering your things. this had always been your routine. you'd pay back some of your sleep debt in the library just before lunch period until hanni came to wake you from your sleep.
haphazardly stuffing your schoolwork into your bag, you deemed everything packed and ready to go. giving a thumbs up to hanni, she takes the lead as she heads towards where the other four girls were.
finally reaching the rooftop of the school, you laid your bag down tiredly. the girls look at your direction and giggle at your exhaustion.
"we come up here everyday, y/n. how are you not used to it yet?" minji asks as she moves your bag towards the rest of their belongings.
you just shrug, not really knowing the answer yourself, you weren't the most athletic student, but you certainly weren't lazy either. you take a seat in between haerin and hanni.
“so, are we still going to hanni’s tomorrow for the sleepover?” danielle asks. nods and hums of approval came as a response to the question.
right, it’s been a little over a month since your monthly sleepover with the girls. you and your friends always slept over at each other’s houses every month, it seems this month you’d all be staying at the pham residence.
you turn to face hanni, “does mrs. pham know we’re coming over?” your face much closer to hers than you had intended, startling the both of you. the other girls just snickered at your flustered states.
hanni breaks her eye contact with you, suddenly finding that the shapes of the clouds in the skies much more interesting. “erm- yeah. she says she’s excited to have you- all of you guys over.”
hyein raises a brow at this, a small playful smirk appearing on her face seconds later. “did my ears deceive me or did you say something else at first?”
hanni denied vehemently at hyein’s playful remark, the other girls soon joining in and ganging up on the vietnamese girl. you smile at the sight of your friends playful teasing.
that is, until haerin nudges you with her elbow harder than she’d intended to. you let out a small groan, turning towards the cat-eyed girl, “am i just today’s punching bag or what?”
haerin waves her hands up in apology, laughing, “sorry, sorry- look i just wanted to ask how long you’re gonna make hanni keep doing this.” she says in a hushed manner.
your lips curl upwards in amusement, “i have no idea what you’re talking about, haerin.”
she sends you a dumbfounded look, the smirk on your face unwavering. “i know you figured it out already so why not just confess? i see how you look at her.”
that comment made you double back. sure, hanni was a bit obvious with her slight crush on you, but you didn’t realize others could see your growing infatuation as well.
you throw your head back, “soon ‘rin, i’m just waiting for the perfect time.” it wasn’t a lie, you wanted yours and hanni’s confession to be special, and confessing anywhere around or in the school just didn’t meet your expectations.
unknown to you and haerin though, a certain 5’4 vietnamese girl was looking at the interaction you two had, deeming your closeness as anything but platonic.
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you arrive at school the next day expecting to see round, sugary delicacies waiting for you in your locker. however, today seemed to be a different case.
your locker was completely empty, save for the few textbooks and polaroid pictures of you and the other girls that you put up.
you dejected a bit at the thought of hanni no longer giving you her ‘secret admirer’ cookies, but you shook it off, thinking maybe that she was just busy today.
it was now lunch period and you were waiting around like a lost puppy for hanni to come and pick you up. you didn’t fall asleep in the library this time since you couldn’t help but overthink about the cookie situation this morning.
a thud sounded onto the table, snapping you out of your thoughts, you look up to find haerin instead.
you tilt your head in confusion, why was haerin picking you up instead of hanni?
haerin notices your confused demeanor, “hanni asked me to pick you up.”
“thank you, is hanni busy?” you question.
haerin shrugs and you take that as your cue to get up and pack.
as if the entire first half of your day wasn’t weird enough, lunch was definitely the cherry on top. every time you tried to initiate some sort of interaction with hanni, she’d just awkwardly reply with a one-word answer or nod.
the girls definitely noticed the weird tension between you two, and just hoped that this doesn’t affect the sleepover that was going to happen later today.
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you arrived at hanni’s address with danielle and haerin. as you step out of your car, you see minji’s car parked not too far from yours, meaning that the other three girls were inside already.
danielle rang the doorbell, the sound of footsteps slowly getting louder. as. the door opened to reveal hanni herself. she greeted you guys and ushered the three of you inside.
“where’s minji and hyein? and mrs. pham?” haerin asks, taking her shoes off.
“they’re just in the living room, we were waiting for you guys.” hanni answers, leaning against the wall of her hallway. “oh, and my parents aren’t here right now because of a sudden business trip, they really wanted to see you guys though.”
the three of you finished taking off your shoes, now placing it neatly against the others for an organized look.
“sorry if we were a bit late, we decided to go get some snacks for the sleepover” danielle grins as she holds up the bag filled with chips, soda, and candy.
hanni waves her hand dismissively and grins, “thank you, and you guys aren’t even close to late so don’t worry about it.”
hanni leads you three to the living room. where you see minji and hyein lounging on the couch, both deeply immersed in the k-drama that was playing as if their lives depended on it.
you let out a snicker at the sight, causing minji and hyein to turn towards you guys.
“you guys are here!” hyein squeals, “we can get started now!”
it made you happy to see the younger girl so excited to spend time with her unnies.
danielle set down the bag of snacks for everyone to see, “we got snacks as well, but we’re still going to bake and cook later right?”
a mixture of nods, hums, and yes’s of approval came from the six of you.
“well, let’s get started with a movie then?” hanni asks.
“just after this episode, hanni-unnie!” hyein objects, which caused the six of you laugh.
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it was nearing 7 p.m. and the girls decided that it would be best if they started on the cooking and baking now.
you all decided on making bibimbap as your main course, and cookies as a dessert since they were easy to make. there would also be two groups: the bibimbap team, and the cookie team.
you expected an even split between the two groups, since there was six people. however, hyein was insistent that the groups were 4:2, saying that bibimbap is harder to make than cookies.
“we’ll let you guys go first, just so we don’t have to wait for the actual cookies to bake.” minji says before hurrying the other girls out of the kitchen.
that's how you and hanni ended up making cookies alone, but you swear that the other girls had mischief on their mind when they put the groups together.
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“let’s get started?” you ask hanni, she only nods in response.
hanni was in charge of the wet ingredients, while you with the dry ingredients. the entire time you two were making the cookie dough, it was dead silent, except for when you’d ask the occasional question here and there, to which hanni replied with full answers.
“can you go grab the chocolate-chip cookies in the pantry?” hanni broke the silence, asking you instead since she was preoccupied with mixing the batter.
you did as you were asked. you looked around the pantry for the chocolate-chip cookies hanni requested, your eyes locking on to a familiar light blue star-patterned ribbon instead.
your lips curl upwards as you grab the ribbon, soon after finding the item hanni requested.
“so, you were my secret admirer this entire time?” you ask, grinning.
you set the two items in front of hanni, causing her to look up at you in slight terror.
hanni stops mixing, tilting her head down to the batter while sighing softly. “yes.. but it’s ok! i know you and haerin have something going on, i don’t wanna intrude-”
you cut hanni off immediately as she said that, “there’s nothing between me and haerin.”
hanni looks up at you again with wide eyes, “but i thought?”
your familiar eye smile graces your face, “no, i like you too, hanni. and i sort of knew you were my secret admirer since the beginning”
hanni’s eyes get impossibly bigger, “you do? and you knew?”
“i do,” you sigh out chuckling, “i was going to confess to you this weekend, but any later and i was scared you were going to ignore me.”
"it also isn't that hard to tell your handwriting apart, hanni." you add on.
hanni malfunctions for a good several seconds. y/n, her long-time best friend and the person she’s been crushing on for a year now, just confessed that she liked her back.
“erm- hanni?” you call for her name, causing her to come back to reality.
“y-yes?” hanni stutters a little.
you begin to fidget with the ribbon in your hands, “i know this isn’t the best way to ask you out, but i have to do it now or i might never get the confidence to do it again..”
you take a deep breath, “pham hanni, will you let me be your girlfriend?” you ask with a hopeful smile.
hanni doesn’t know how long she’s been waiting to hear those words. she gives you a smile that reaches her eyes in return, “of course i’ll let you be my girlfriend.”
you try to initiate the kiss first, but hanni beats you to it. she gives you a soft, chaste kiss on the lips, one that you happily return.
“usually i don’t let anybody kiss me until a few dates in, but i’ll make an exception for you” hanni teases as she pulls away.
you grin back at her, kissing her forehead. “i guess i’m really lucky then, huh?”
you and hanni hear a creak, causing the two of you to face the doorway into the kitchen.
there revealed the other four who have been spying on the two of you for god knows how long.
“how long have you guys been there?” you ask, a little dumbfounded at your friends.
“not too long, don’t worry” minji replies, a smirk on her face.
“we’ll get going now, we just wanted to check in.” danielle follows up after, leading the quartet back into the living room.
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“you two better pay up! me and minji-unnie won that bet fair and square” hyein grins.
danielle sighs, pulling out a 5000 won bill from her wallet, “i’m happy for them, but i didn’t think y/n would confess today of all days.”
haerin pulls out a 5000 won bill as well, “she said something about waiting for the perfect time and making it special, i guess this was unique in its own way.”
“you two just needed more faith in y/n” minji smirks, taking two 5000 won bills and giving one to hyein.
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a/n ;; wrote this one sitting and it’s not proofread, sorry for any grammatical errors or inconsistencies in the writing!
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chaoticbindery · 7 months
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Here's Looking at You Kid
By Messermoon(@sophsicle )
"Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world..."
George wanders into a bar. Nothing is ever the same.
Thanks to Soph for accepting a copy of this story. Apologies for the delay and ups being trash 💀
Thanks to @upthehillart for approving my use of their art for this fic.
Special thanks to the @renegadepublishing server for all your support, advice, and encouragement during the making of these books.
To ups, I hope you never feel the gentle touch of a woman, that your child never hugs you again, and that every time you enter a room, you forget the reason you are there.
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Below, I will discuss the process, which will include a lot of spoilers. (But also more pics 😈)
When I heard this story was set in the same universe as choices, I lost my shit a little and read it. Slowly, however, this story began to mean a lot more to me than I could put into words. George's grief over the lost of his soul mate, the struggle to find himself, and Blaise's love, passion, kindness, and confidence in himself resonated to me in such a way that I knew I needed to hold it in my greedy little hands.
I started to think about what I wanted to do and how I wanted to bind this story. I struggle a lot from picking the font for the body text to picking the chapter titles. I finally, after fucking around with canva for more time than I'm willing to admit , I was able to come up with these:
(If you would like the files for anything I used, please dm me, and I will send them to you! I will eventually set up a google drive)
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In the story, there is this moment where Blaise casts a spell that creates a constellation, of which George got the inspiration to make a mood ring that created a little sky, and depending on your mood the sky changes to reflect how you feel. He gives it to Blaise, and they have a picnic under the sky, indoors, later at Blaise's party they have such a cute moment at night and so I wanted to implant the sky in some way.
I also wanted to use constellations in this bind. I didn't know how or where. I just knew I needed them in my life. So while i mop over my inability to impelent them, I took a break. So one day, I was reading a book with these very cute corners, and then it hit me. (No, I didn't finish the book i was reading. I was busy stalking the internet, trying to find the perfect image)
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After that, picking the page breaks was easy. I wanted something simple since I didn't want the typeset to look so busy that it took away from the most important element of the bind, aka the story. I added a few little things for me in Draco and Harry's 2 chapters because I'm weak, and that's for soph to find all on her own 👀
I will put this here, tho.
Lastly, because Tumblr won't let me post more pictures, here are the endpapers I used for 2 of the 3 books.
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As some of you may have notice, there are blues, pinks, and whites in this bind. It's a subtle yet very loud depiction of the Trans flag. It was very important to me to show that this story is of a Trans man that, as soph, puts it, saved himself.
I added all the chapter notes, trigger warnings, and more information about this bind on the typeset itself. Ultimately, to me, this is a form of archiving stories I think matter, and if for whatever reason, technology dies on us, this story will still live on.
The info that's only important to the binders 💀:
Materials list:
Bookcloth: Colibri in color Cornflower, this cloth has a silk like finish.
Htv: I used siser's htv easy weed vinyl with a bit of a pinkish undertone to it.
Endpapers: they are from paper tree nook in the uk
Endband: 2 mm 100% leather with blue viscous thread
Textblock: I used standard 20lbs cream color paper. I used toner to print. To sew the textblock, I use blue linen thread and remie bands gifted to me by my friend duranbinding. I painted the edges using golden acrylic paint, and the charm and ribbon are both from Michael's
Typeset:
(I will edit in this bit later since I made so many changes its hard to recall them all)
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glassrowboat · 26 days
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Yellow Ribbon
Word count: 1,800+
Authors note: Just pure fluff really so enjoy
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So, maybe this was a bad idea.
It seemed like a lightbulb had gone off in your head the first time the thought occurred, a ding and suddenly light would be shining over even the deepest crevices of your brain, not much unlike a cartoon. Now though it was hard to tell. Though it's hard to tell much of anything with The sound of teeth chattering blocking out every thought that wasn't about how damn cold it is up here.
Dragonspine truly is the devil's anus.
“I told you you didn't have to follow me up here,” a voice called out. Soft and understanding despite the fact the owner of said voice himself seemed unphased by the bite in the air. Short sleeves in this weather? It was enough to make anyone believe Albedo was eccentric. Though meeting him would do much the same.
“I'm getting tired of hearing that.” It's been the third time already and it was beginning to get annoying. No matter how soothing a person's voice is it loses its effect once they start repeating themselves as if they were a parrot.
“And I can hear you shivering.”
Well, someone's not afraid to call you out, but your entire goal for coming up here has yet to be achieved. Even as the snow crunched with every step Albedo took up here to the white dusted laboratory as you tried to step in the indents his footfalls left behind you couldn't do it. Not when anxiety was such a bitch that it kept that pretty box teetering on the tip of your finger rather than being passed along to its intended recipient. The soft blue paper something you picked on a whim to wrap the box up with when Marjorie held it up asking if you wanted the item wrapped up.
But reasonably speaking, how could you not when it was the same color as his eyes?
So even with the sun high in the sky during what was supposed to be a bright, warm day, you sat on a wooden seat that creaked with every move trying to figure out if the reason you couldn't move was something as plain as simple nerves or hypothermia.
What a great guessing game.
Maybe you just just say somethi- “I'm curious about that item you're carrying around. You have been fiddling with it for a good half hour now.” Or you don't have to be the one to start the conversation. That works.
“Timing me now?”
“Well, your constant shifting has proved to distract me from my experiment. It seems,” Albedo picked up the stack of papers he had been reading over, your eyes barely catching a name and scrawled out words in messy handwriting before Albedo set it back down, “I cannot focus with you like this. So let us address this now.”
Wow, the clear favoritism. “Poor Timaeus put in so much work in that report for you though, and you're just putting it to the side over little old me? I'm using this information to blackmail you later.”
“I can handle this later, but if you insist, feel free.” Yeah, maybe you should have expected him to be so unphased by that. “As for now?”
Even with the boards of wood laid out on the ground in his not so formal laboratory up here, the snow kicked up with each step he took closer to you. White powder covering the base of his boots. His thigh high boots, specifically. Something anyone would have to take a moment to appreciate. Anyways- “I can see where your eyes are going, dear.”
“No, you don't.”
His hand grasped the blanket wrapped around your shoulders, tugging it tighter around you as he bent down to your height in the chair. It was almost funny how Albedo tried his best not to touch the box as he did so, purely focusing on keeping that fluffy warmth wrapped around you. “If you say so. Is this satisfactory?”
“I have no clue how you're so unaffected by this weather.” That is, unless he finally finished that potion he had left half finished months ago. Something about keeping people warm even in the most frigid of places. Some say a shot would do the job just as well.
“Personally, my mind is more focused on what you have been toying with than the cold.”
Well some of us have this thing called heat sensors. “Good to know that I have your interest, though I'd much prefer it on something like a date. Maybe a picnic or we can watch Klee blow up a lake.”
A chuckle fell from his lips at your words, one that even despite your best efforts, had you leaning in closer just to hear that sweet pitch a little clearer. A little closer. A little louder. It's only natural to seek out something you're interested in, right? “I can't say I want to clean up that mess today. Maybe Monday?”
“Monday then. I'm holding you to that. If I don't hear a bomb going off and her cheerful little voice exclaiming ‘(y/n) look here’ then we're going to have a talk, buddy.”
“I will gladly talk with you as much as you like.”
Ignoring that for the sake of your heart, you grabbed his hand, peaking your own out of the wooly layer of warmth that you're wrapped up in. The blue box you've been debating over now placed in his hand, a soft contrast to the brown palm of his gloves and chilly air that seemed to tint everything a slight blue. It was enough to recall the last moment you two were up here, complaints about the cold on the tip of your tongue until he shared a little tidbit about how when the snow reflects the sun's light back to the atmosphere it is called a snow albedo.
“Just take it, it was for you anyway.”
“I suspected as much.” His fingers grazed over the box, the pattern one of polka dots as he examined it, like a new object of interest. It only stood to reason he'd scrutinize it so. “Thank you.”
“Just open it, I don't like you dallying over this.” It meant awkward silence just watching him, and as pretty as Albedo may be, that isn't exactly a great pass time when your heart is fluttering from the anxiousness the spur of ideas in your head was encouraging.
What if he didn't like it? What if it was presumptuous? What if the color was off? What if he does accept it but forgets about it when a new curiosity pokes up?
“You're so impatient all of a sudden.” Even with his teasing words Albedo pulled the lid off the box, pinching the cardboard as he lifted it up to reveal a charming yellow much like the tattoo, or birthmark as he liked to call it, on his neck. A silk ribbon raised up between them as Albedo lifted it from its confines, eyes focusing in on the charm hanging off the end. A citrine quartz held on by a string of gold.
“So,” you cleared your throat, trying to get rid of the raspiness the freezing air you have been breathing in left behind. “I know you have been…”
Start again, (Y/n).
“You and I both know what it's like to have our social batteries drained to their lowest point.” You have even seen him a couple of times having flipped the sign to his laboratory back In the knight headquarters to signify Albedo is going to be running experiments only for him to plop down on the couch, and with some insistence from you, use your lap as a pillow. In those moments, he truly looked angelic, a star on his skin and blond hair framing his face as the sun peeked through the open windows lighting up the space with its shining rays. “So I thought this would work. I went around and told a handful of the people we talk to the most that if you're wearing this ribbon it means you're fully charged and willing to talk. I hope that isn't," trying to find the right word you took a moment of pause until finally deciding on: "rude of me to do.”
And It could have been explained a lot better. Maybe you really should have spent some time before the bathroom mirror practicing this sad little spiel.
“You did that for me then? It is certainly practical.”
“That was kinda the point.” Taking the ribbon from his hands, with a good amount of struggle seeing as mittens aren't made to be worn for people trying to actually do anything, you slipped it through the metal band on his arm. Though you did have to ignore Albedo laughing at your attempt after the third try of doing so. At least he sat patiently, waiting for you to finish. “I just thought, well, I don't really know what I was thinking anymore.”
Maybe you were just hoping to ease that tired look in his eyes as someone prattled on when he clearly wanted out of a conversation.
“Then let me assure you of something. Ribbon on me or not, dear, you can always talk to me.”
“So you actually intend to use it?”
“You clearly put quite a bit of thought into this, having already explained it to the knights. How could I possibly ignore all that effort?”
Well, easily.
“(Y/n),” grabbing the corner of the blanket Albedo slid in next to you, his cold skin enough to have you squeamish and trying to pinch at him just for the small hope of mercy from the chill. Though you already knew he never would, not after being subjected to his cold feet every night. The fuckin- “I truly meant it when I said thank you. Not to mention, if this truly has been explained to a good number of the knights, this means I can take the ribbon off as Kaeya passes us by just to see his aghast expression.”
“I-” trying to keep from laughing, you dropped your head on his shoulder, the layering of the hood on his jacket a decent pillow for what that was worth- “You're a menace. And no one would believe me if I shared what you just said either! All they see is your impassive face and the nice way you treat your students.”
“I know, but that's alright. I much prefer this information to stay between us.”
“...So we're totally messing with Kaeya later, right?”
“In time. For now let us just stay here for a moment longer.”
Yeah, that doesn't sound bad, a moment longer. That will do. His cold skin didn't even bother you as much anymore as he slowly warmed up in your cocoon of blankets.
“Five more minutes, then I want off this blasted mountain.”
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call-me-copycat · 11 months
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I'm so sorry @pink-lemonadae-san ! Tumblr has a nasty problem for me where random drafts of mine go missing for no reason. Luckily I take a screenshot of every ask before saving the draft (since this has happened in the past).
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▶ Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x GN Reader
▶ Genre: Fluff (tiny bit of a slowburn), Romance
▶ Word Count: 11,800 (Exactly!)
▶ Story Notes:
- "Shokupan" is just Japanese for Milk Bread
- I began writing this during Golden Week, but it's over now (Apr 29 - May 5)
- Golden Week is a series of festivals and holidays in Japan, but I didn't go into much detail with it in the story
▶ Warnings: None (Although I might want you warn you that this isn't exactly the best I've written since I'm not very good with romance >///<)
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The bell chimed by the door, the light ringing making its way throughout the little bakery. Golden ribbons of sunlight were just barely beginning to peak through the windows, coating the entire shop in its sleepy yet cozy filter.
It was early in the morning, much earlier than when most people got up for the day, but as a baker you saw it as your duty to fulfill the daily tasks for your job - no matter how tedious or dull. It was what got you your job, after all.
Just as any other day customers filed in and out in wide, nearly empty groups, the early morning crowd mainly consisting of office workers, students and teachers, tired night-shift workers ready to rest, and sometimes a hero or two if you got lucky enough.
The syrupy aroma of various pastries, breads, and sweets filled the shop in a warm and inviting atmosphere. The sweet fragrance was something you had enjoyed when you first started working there, but you realized to your disdain you had eventually grown numb to it's smell.
The bell chimed in rhythm with the creaking of the door, accompanied with the sound of the cash register letting out its little clicks and beeps as you paced yourself around the small group of customers. And so the steady rhythm of your everyday life was beginning once again, just as it had done so many times in the past.
Finally, after waving goodbye to a little boy and his older sister you looked up at the clock to realize the early morning rush had finished. It wasn't too bad that day, and since it was the smallest rush of the day it normally helped to wake you up and let you prepare for the bigger crowds that come later on.
Just as you were pulling out a new tray of sweet pastries from where they were sitting in the warm oven, a small commotion gained your attention. The bell on the door rang, and it was quickly followed by three students that came crashing in, clearly in a rush.
Upon closer inspection, you realized that they were most likely around your age. The tallest one had a bright and cheerful smile on his face despite the concern of what time they had on hand, with bright yellow hair to go with his blue eyes.
The girl next to him was also all smiles, with a warm and rather cute expression as she forgot about her surroundings and smushed her face up against the display case that showed what pastries and sweets you sold.
Finally, you didn't even notice the boy standing behind them at first, but after he stepped out to say something to the blond-haired boy you saw that he was much more timid, a shy and nervous expression on his face - some if it being hidden by the indigo colored locks that fell in front of it.
The blonde haired boy was the first that went up to you, the timid boy trying to pry the girl from the case as she went up and down the long glass rows.
"Hey! Is it alright if I get one honey croissant, and- just a sec" he smiled kindly and turned to the other two, a gentle urgency in his voice as he asked them what they wanted.
"Ooh! The mochi! No, wait, the coffee jelly! Wait, wait, wait! I changed my mind, I'm going with the mochi, it looks yummy!" The blue haired girl was ecstatic, jumping around with the energy you felt could compare to an excited 5-year old who wandered in with their mother.
Suddenly, all eyes were on the shy boy, and even as you packaged the orders that were already asked, you could see him visibly shrink under the attention. A small part of you felt a little bad for the boy, so you decided that you'd do something kind to make up for the nervousness he had, especially since you had some extra goodies left over from the night before that you didn't want to go to waste.
"So Tamaki, what's it gonna be?" The blonde asked the shy boy - Tamaki, you learned.
Upon this request, he visibly hunched inwards, stuffing his hands in his pockets and directing his attention to the ground, muttering a simple "I'm fine".
"Nonsense! C'mon buddy, pick something out and then we can head to school - it's on me!" The blonde enthusiastically patted the boy, Tamaki on the shoulder. He seriously didn't seem to want the attention, but nevertheless he still sheepishly pointed at the Milk Bread in the display, a plain yet sweet bread for the less adventurous. You realized he might've just picked something to get the boy's attention off of him for the time being.
Quickly handing the girl her mochi and and placing the honey croissant on the counter, you went to packaging the single piece of Shokupan in its box. Only, before you closed the lid, you got an idea.
The three rushed out of the bakery after paying, and in a way you felt a little accomplished, enjoying the tiny break in routine. It certainly wasn't everyday you met such characters like them, with such contrasting personalities. You could only hope they'd come back for another visit sometime.
As Mirio, Nejire, and Tamaki hurriedly made their way back to UA in order to beat the bell for first hour they snacked on their little pastries, all except Tamaki, who shoved the box into his bag for lunch without even opening it.
It was a typical day at UA, with studying, training, quizzes, and so on. A day that Tamaki felt he could easily handle since the familiar routine with comforting and predictable.
It went this way up until lunch, where he sat confused with a blank look on his face as he started into the box that held his Shokupan he had ordered earlier out of panic. Blinking his eyes, he registered that there wasn't just a single piece of the sweet bread in the box all by its self, but rather it had company.
A cute little cookie sat next to the bread, decorated to look like a little kitty. He normally would've found it charming, but at the moment he felt like a thief.
There was another pastry in the box! What if you put it there by accident?! What was he supposed to do, eat it? Give it back? It had been sitting in his backpack all day, so Tamaki doubted it would still be able to be sold if he gave it back. But he didn't pay for this, was he considered a criminal if the offense was on accident?!
Paranoid thoughts ran throughout his mind, and he struggled to come up with a solution. Mirio looked over, and upon seeing his friend starting intensely at the box with his bread in it, leaned over to check out what was going on.
"Oh, sweet! They gave you an extra!"
Tamaki's eyes flew open at his friends dismissal.
"No! No, they must've put it in here by accident! Mirio what do I do? I can keep this, it's not mine!"
Mirio chuckled reassuringly, patting his nervous friend on the shoulder.
"Well even if it was an accident, I don't think you can give it back-"
Tamaki's panicked expression worsened, but Mirio quickly finished his sentence to avoid being taken out of context.
"- Buut what else can you really do but enjoy it? Besides, there's always the chance they were just being nice!"
Tamaki grimaced as he looked at the little cookie in the box, Mirio's words not reassuring him the slightest. He mentally slapped himself, it was just a cookie! It was probably just 50 yen anyways, why did he always have to overthink everything? Why did he make things so hard for himself?
Before he could decide on what to do, Nejire caught up on the situation and smiled while cheerfully reaching over the lunch table - towards his cookie.
"Hey, it you don't want it I can always eat it for y-"
However, before she could get another word in, Tamaki snapped the little container shut, causing the two pairs of eyes to settle on him due to the unexpected and sudden reaction.
"It's... Fine. It'll be fine"
The two others looked at each other in confusion at Tamaki's sudden change in demeanor, but before either could get a word in, the bell rang and signaled for them to get to class.
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Later at the end of the day, you were just coming home after your own day of work, tired yet fulfilled. It was a fun aspect of your life, getting to bake for people and all. Seeing people eat your own creations and enjoy them was what made it all worth it
As you got ready for the night, you couldn't help but wonder what happened to that shy boy and his friends that visited earlier that morning. They were so entertaining to see, and in a way you felt the most similar to the nervous boy - Tamaki.
It was silly to realize about, but everytime you thought about the boy, you felt a small tug on your heart. For now, you just decided to chalk it up as pity since the poor guy was a shaking mess when you saw him. Maybe he'd visit again with his friends...
The day after was the exact same, making pastries and sweets, serving people, cleaning some, and so on. Only, a small part of you was hoping to see the unlikely trio again, and everytime the door opened your eyes would involuntarily flicker over with a spark of hope.
The day dragged on, and the further it got the smaller your hope would shrink. At the end of the day with no sign of them, you could only sigh and scold yourself for thinking so foolishly, after all they were only customers that visited once.
Just as you were stacking the used trays so they could be put in the dishwasher, a small knocking on the front door caught your attention. Turning, you saw none other than the trio you were hoping to see - well two of the three, that is.
It was only the blond and Tamaki that were standing there, the girl being nowhere in sight. Admittedly, you chuckled to yourself before gesturing for them to turn the handle, only to have to yell in response to further confusion "It's open!"
The blond chuckled and rubbed the nape of his neck, while Tamaki groaned in either embarrassment or annoyance. Perhaps it was a mixture of both.
The door swung open, the bell chimed, and then they were in the shop. Seeing the place near empty (except the one regular who was eating by his lonesome near the back), both their expressions turned a little apologetic.
"Ah! Sorry if you're closing, we-"
The blond got caught off mid-sentence by Tamaki, and this was the first time you saw the boy speak on his own without being pressured.
"We.. We can go. You look busy- don't th-they look busy, Mirio? L-let's not bother them." He tried turning around to leave, tugging his unmoving friend's arm in the direction of the door. Finally he stilled and his shoulders slumped as he looked at his friend who refused to budge, a pathetic and pleading expression on his face. And that's when you felt it again, that thumping of your heart.
"Actually... It may seem empty, but I don't close for another hour." You gave off the warmest smile you could in hopes of reassuring the both that they weren't intruding. The blonde - Mirio, you learned- smiled in response while Tamaki's expression stayed one of pitiful nervousness.
"That's great! We just wanted to visit again to say how much we liked your sweets! They're great, really. Tamaki especially agrees, don't you buddy?" Tamaki groaned his friend's name as his face blossomed into a shade of red at his friends comment, and once again you tried to defuse his anxiety.
"Oh! That's so sweet of the both of you, I have some extras if you'd like one?"
Tamaki waved his hands in front of him, not wanting to deal with the guilt of more free food, while Mirio was about to ask something.
You cut the both off with a genuine smile, "No, really it's okay! It's technically regulation to get rid of the day's batch since we can't use or sell it the next day, so you'd be helping to not let some of that go to waste. Y'know, only if you want of course"
They both looked at you, watching them eagerly with your hands clasped together and a bright smile stretched across your lips. Tamaki felt his face grow hot and his heart speed up, and in a panic he gasped out and clutched his shirt, confused on this newfound feeling and not knowing what to make of it.
Mirio didn't hear any objections from his friend, so he looked over and assumed Tamaki was just panicking over the social settings again. Taking matters into his own hands once more, Mirio smiled and accepted for the both of them.
And so, that's how they walked out each with a small box of slightly stale (yet yummy) treats, courtesy of you being the kindest baker they've met so far.
They walked across the little town, the rays of the sun slowly lowering, it's golden streaks begrudgingly being torn from the surfaces it once covered. Since it was cool, people were out and about as they pleased, cleaning their shops, playing in the park, going shopping, walking pets, and so on.
The evening was nice and calm, allowing Tamaki's chaotic thoughts to settle down once again. Mirio was already eating his way through the box he was given, while Tamaki could only clutch his tightly in his grip.
He thought back to you in the bakery, with your kind smile and genuine atmosphere. Of course he noticed how everytime he became panicked your eyes would flicker over to him. Only, instead of the typical curiosity or pity, he saw something else in your expression. Relation. Familiarity. You understood how he felt, what his position was like.
The fluttering in his chest grew at the thought, and he could barely restrain this feeling of desire and longing that surrounded him everytime he thought of... You.
It was stressful and chaotic.. but it was pleasant. A feeling that wasn't like any other he's experienced before. After so many years of so much anxiety, finally getting someone who knew what it was like and finally feeling some emotion that was a joy to experience... It a freeing in a way.
The sun glittered where it sat, the golden beams of light stretching over Tamaki's face as he conclusively came to terms with what he was feeling by finally taking a bite of the cookie you gave him. And a newfound satisfaction filled his head, his emotions swirling around in a sweet mixture of chaos and joy.
After that interaction with them, you began to see the trio everyday, and they let you know that they had dubbed your bakery as their new hangout spot since they were there so often. It was never set in stone though, because sometimes you'd see all three, other times you'd just see two or one of them. Either way, it flattered you to have a new set of regulars visiting on the daily.
A new rhythm was put in place as they squeezed their way into your life, and as the weeks passed you slowly saw them less as customers, but more at friends.
You had already talked to most of them individually a few times, but you noticed that Tamaki rarely came by himself, mainly with one of the two. He talked everytime he was spoken to, but you could never get him to speak freely on his own.
Truth be told, each time Tamaki tried to approach you, his emotions would get in the way and he'd second-guess himself enough to bail out at the last moment. He couldn't even look your way without you immediately meeting his gaze and smiling, causing his brain to malfunction and his face to erupt in a shade of red. He hated how hard his heart beat in his chest whenever he entered the bakery, the mere thought of seeing you causing his mind to go into overdrive.
You on the other hand began to think his distancing was probably due to lingering anxiety, and so you wanted to do everything you could to get him to trust you more. Both his friends were naturally trusting and friendly people, so they were easy to befriend. Tamaki however, was much harder for you. He'd never reach past the initial point of politeness that you had already passed with the other two. It was shallow, and you wanted something deeper.
Each time Tamaki visited since then, he'd always be greeted first and he noticed you spoke to him much more than you did before. He couldn't shake you off, your kindness was sticky in a way, and it was hard to avoid. It only served to cause his emotions to rush about his head more aggressively, and as much as he was flattered to have your attention on him, there was only one problem. He wasn't good with attention, whether it good or bad.
Every night he laid on his bed, pondering how he would go about this. He couldn't just tell you about his feelings, what if you were just being kind because of your job? No, that wasn't an option for him, it was unprofessional.
He so desperately wanted to look you in the eyes and pour out everything that he was holding in his heart. To have your eyes set on him while he let his thoughts and feelings loose made him clutch his heart over his shirt, the mere idea thrilling but terrifying.
Every smile given his way caused his heart to thrum with elation, and every pastry you gave him made his head buzz with thoughts, always so loud and overthinking on the inside. It was a contrast only he knew of.
To be so excruciatingly chaotic and loud beneath the quiet and somber surface was nothing but a secret held past closed lips. He wanted to open up everything he held inside and let you in, you being the key to his lock. Truth be told, Tamaki was tired of holding it all in. Your welcoming nature and caring behaviors made him feel safe around you, as if he could just hug you and melt away as all his stress was lifted from him.
His thumping heart and doubtful thoughts made themselves known, and that's when he remembered what was keeping him from you. A chain of his own mind was the strongest leash that held him down. As much as he didn't want to be a prisoner of his own creation, he found that no matter how much he struggled he just couldn't loosen the reigns that his mind held over his heart.
And so, all he could do was to continue visiting the bakery, simply being glad to see your face wherever he could. Your sweet remarks were what made his day, being music to his ears. Tamaki had never met such a kind soul before, and he was absolutely captivated by your charms.
Soon enough, he began visiting more frequently on his own, and you were thrilled with the thought that he was getting more comfortable around you. Each time he visited you'd always send him with a little goodie bag with a pastry or two, something that you normally wouldn't do for just anyone.
There were only a few key encounters that you remembered with him. One was when you were closing up, with Tamaki sitting at one of the tables and keeping you company since you were by yourself that night. You had to walk home since the train was down that day, and Tamaki had offered to walk you there - for safety, of course.
"Are you sure?"
You hadn't wanted to push him so far out of his comfort zone.
"...It's dark. It wouldn't be safe you to walk on your own. Sorry."
And so you accepted, the two of you walking side by side until you got to where you lived. It was the fact that it was something out of the ordinary that made the memory so important to you. Along with the realization that he had come to you on his own advances, surely that could be a sign of acceptance or comfort?
Either way, you cherished the thought, and you held onto it with a rigorous hope blooming in your heart, growing only with each interaction.
As time moved on, the three continued visiting as much as they could, and you even spent some time with them outside of the bakery. Small festivities were being held since the one and only Golden Week was coming up, and they each invited you to come with them to the festivals and parades in the coming week.
The air buzzed with excitement, and the bakery was swamped with cheerful orders as people planned out their celebrations. You even had to go as far as pushing back your closing time just to accommodate all the orders, but you didn't mind too much since it was all in great spirit.
The end of the day approached much faster than you had realized, and you only came to know this due to the trio arriving at their usual time at the end of the day.
"Wow! It's crowded in here! Looks like you're gonna be busy for awhile, huh?" Just the same, Mirio was the first to greet you, with Nejire piping up behind him.
"O-oh, so does that mean you can't hang out?" She asked with slight dejection in her tone, yet it wasn't as prominent as her air of glee that nearly shadowed the small negative moment.
You looked at them with an apologetic smile, promising to take a day off to spend time with them at the festival. They both smiled in response, and Mirio went to Tamaki to hear his thoughts on the idea.
"That sounds fine with us! You can't control work after all, what do you think- ...Tamaki?" Your attention was directed to where the taller boy was looking behind him, and you three were all met with nothing. He wasn't there.
"Hm, I swear he was with us when we arrived!" Mirio's expression was now one of confusion, his brows furrowing.
"Yeah, I wonder- Oh! There he is!" Nejire began, then turned to point outside the door to see the missing boy still standing at the entrance - hands in pockets and trembling slightly.
The three of you turned to see what she was pointing at, and you huffed out a small laugh, realizing that so many people in one area would naturally be Tamaki repellent. So in a way you had no idea what you were expecting, but you weren't upset with the thought - just a little amused.
"Well, I guess that's where he is. I'll be sure to tell him, and we'll come back when it dies down, thanks for having us!" Mirio waved his hand as he held open the entrance door, Nejire skipping out and then waving from behind the glass window (shouting a muffled "bye bye!" that you couldn't fully hear due to the surrounding chatter).
You watched them go for a second, then realized something as Tamaki's eyes sorrowfully met yours, clearly upset with his timidness that caused him to not be able to see you properly due to his apprehensive feelings of being around large crowds.
It was the same look he had in the beginning when you first met him, one of utter powerlessness and regret. You weren't about to undo all the hard work you had built up to befriending him, so you rushed out with a small bag of goodies to help remind him of all your chats and walks.
"Tamaki-kun! Please wait!" The trio all turned almost immediately upon hearing your voice, Tamaki being the quickest to come to a halt and whip around. You were calling out for him, for him. Looking closer, he saw the typical goodie bag and understood your intentions.
"Here." You grabbed his hands and placed the bag gently in them, giving them a squeeze before waving bye to them and rushing back inside to assist your coworkers with the rush.
Tamaki was frozen in place. You held his hands. He couldn't believe it, wouldn't believe it if it didn't just happen in front of him. Mirio and Nejire both looked over, curious at the new information. Mirio then grinned as he realized what was going on, nudging his friend in the side with good hearted intentions.
"So-o~" Tamaki frowned at his friend's teasing voice, directing the gift away from his sight only for Nejire to approach him on his other side and attempt to grab the bag from him with gleeful curiosity.
"It's nothing, seriously" Mirio didn't seem to believe him as he looked at him with a smug grin and waved his eyebrows. Tamaki furrowed his own, and Mirio silently responded with a nonchalant shrug of the shoulders. Before anything else could be said, Nejire turned at Mirio and they both shared a look of understanding before Mirio patted Tamaki and the shoulder.
"Alright, alright, if you say so~"
"I'm serious, Mirio-" He cut Tamaki off with a wave of the hand.
"Yeah, like I said, I get it. We'll just all hang out some other time, 'kay?"
And with that they all walked off, yet Tamaki couldn't forget the expression the two of his friends held, knowing they were always up to something. He'd just have to hope it wasn't anything bad.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•
The next morning things began to slow down because your bakery was taking a day off to restock and prepare for the upcoming influx of orders, one of the biggest times of year - only coming second to Christmas and New Years.
It was your favorite kind of day, a day filled with no orders or customers, just baking and decorations and preparing. It was all hands on deck, the bakery set up to be swarmed with workers in the upcoming hours. You had come early to set things up, seeing as you had nothing else planned that day.
As you reached the entrance, you fumbled around your pocket for the key, the feeling of some unknown paper catching your attention. You huffed to yourself, hoping you didn't forget some wrappers in there again, only to be met with a neatly folded note upon pulling it out.
Catching you off guard, you nearly forgot to open up the bakery if it weren't for the sudden clank of your keys hitting the cement as they fell out of your pocket. Opening the doors and setting your things down, you finally unfolded the note to read its contents.
"Dear [Name],
When I first met you, you were the sweetest person I had ever met. You saw something in me others didn't. Your baking skills are unmatched, and your desserts are like little pieces of heaven. I always look forward to coming to the bakery just to see you.
If you want to find me, follow the upcoming clues. Find the next clue where you usually get your special ingredients.
- Your Secret Admirer"
Red began to coat your cheeks as your face warmed upon reading the note. Rereading it over another two times to make sure you didn't miss anything, you simply stood in shock, not knowing what to make it the sudden event.
It couldn't have been a person playing a prank, right? But then, why would they go through the efforts to write such a sweet note? It didn't make any sense to you... and all of a sudden it hit you. What if Tamaki-...?
Shaking your head, you pushed the thought away. He could've... He wouldn't... Right? But it did make sense with how shy he was... But he's not the type to do that! Right?
For a split second you considered dumping the note somewhere and starting work, when a flicker of curiosity got sparked on by a sliver of hope.
Maybe...
You'd give it a shot, after all what harm could a little game cause? Hopefully it'd be quick.
You read over the note once more, and immediately pinpointed the spot, as the "special ingredients" of yours were simply things that were prepared for the festivals.
You went out to the kitchen, and as you opened the pantry you saw white in the corner of your eye.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•
Meanwhile, Tamaki was getting ready to walk back to his home after training at UA - a daily occurrence on weekend mornings. Packing his things in his duffle bag, he jumped a bit upon hearing a crinkling after shoving a piece of his equipment in the bag. Hoping he didn't forget or damage something important, he took out a few things one at a time until he found the source.
A cute little note was sitting in his bag, surrounded by his clothes and training gear. A shiny red heart sticker decorated the front flap, and it was milk white. Not being able to do anything but stare at it in shock, Tamaki swallowed thickly, the note seemingly weighing heavily upon him.
He gently brought it out, hands shaking as he looked at it. His mind once again went into overdrive, thoughts pushing in and flying out all around his head.
On one hand, he didn't want to raise his hopes up only to be crushed. He was given enough joke letters in middle school to know better, and the memories of it caused him to break into a cold sweat as he stared the note in indecisive agony.
Then again... There was the (ever so small) chance that it could've been real. He didn't want to think about the logic, Tamaki only wanted this to end without anything bad happening. There was no shame in opening it, after all.
He delicately unfolded the note, taking a deep breath before reading its contents.
"My dear Tamaki,
You're always one of my favorite faces to see each day. You light up my day and you have the true heart of a hero!
If you want to find me, follow these clues: To find the next note, go to the spot that's filled with life in the air fluttering around you.
I look forward to seeing you!
~ Your Secret Admirer "
Nope. He couldn't do it. A simple note was one thing, but a whole search was another. What if he was led on? What if it was nothing but a prank? No, he couldn't handle the embarrassment.
He folded it and put it in his pocket, hiking his bag over his shoulder as he left UA high. As he made his way throughout the streets, he couldn't help but continually think about that note.
What if it really was someone that made it for him out of love? What if they were waiting somewhere for him? And how disappointed would they be if he didn't show up?! They'd think he was a jerk!
Tamaki stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and gripped his bag tighter under his hands. Looking down at the ground with an agonized expression, he didn't know what to do. He didn't like drama, and he certainly didn't want to in middle of something like this, completely the dark.
Well.. 'fluttering'...
He had a small idea of where the other note might've been. Maybe taking a small detour wouldn't hurt...
Tamaki breathed in to ease his nerves. If it got to be too much he wouldn't push himself, he'd just quit.
He turned and made his way to the park, heading straight for his favorite area where the butterflies liked to group since there were clusters of flowers over there. He looked around, in no hurry and simply enjoying scenery. That's when he saw a note taped to the large oak tree- right where he liked to sit and do his work sometimes.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•
You turned to see the note that was sitting ever so delicately over the ingredients. You plucked it off from the wall it was taped to, and quickly opened it to read it.
"Dear [Name],
Your bright personality fills my day with joy. The way you treat your customers shows me you have a big heart of gold. You're much too sweet for this world!
The next note is placed where a statue of gold stands with its fist in the air.
See you there! ♡
~ Your ever so loving Admirer "
Gold? Gold... You thought about it for a second before immediately remembering the All Might statue that stood on the center of taken, decked completely in gold paint.
Town square... You knew it'd be quite busy with preparations and festivals, but you still went seeing as it was close by. Your coworkers were doing just fine, and everything was ahead of schedule, so why not?
A quick trip on your bike and you were there. The area was buzzing with activity, and you had to swerve around groups of people just to get to the statue.
Upon arrival, you looked up at the statue standing mighty and towering over everyone. Some people had placed Boy's Day carp streamers on the sides and some necklaces on the neck of the golden All Might. You laughed a little, enjoying how he was always decorated, before circling around to search for the note.
Panic began to seep through you as you circled twice and came across no sign of a note. They said golden, right? You knew of no other golden statue in the area, the only other one being a golden flame all the way in Tokyo.
Your eyebrows creased, and worry gnawed at you as you frantically searched all over the statue. Only to come up with nothing. Was this it?
Sighing, you turned to leave, disappointment weighing heavily upon your heart. Before you could take more than 3 steps, a sudden tap on your shoulder caught you off guard, and you turned to see a friendly looking lady smiling at you while offering you something. Initially thinking it was a free sample, you tried to decline, only for your eyes to widen in realization. Looking closer, you saw that she was holding a white letter with a shiny red heart sticker holding it closed.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•
As Tamaki went over to the tree to pull off the note, he began to hope that all this wasn't some elaborate trick. From all the little notes you put in the bags you gave him that held the pastries, he began to suspect this wasn't even the same handwriting.
He opened the note to read it, hoping this game wasn't going to last too long. It was beginning to get tiring living in a state that was a mixture of hope and worry.
"Dear Tamaki,
I'm so proud of you combating your anxious thoughts everyday, I know it's hard. Your courageousness certainly benefits! You help so many people each day, you're a true hero, through and through!
Go find next note where you took down your first villain. See you there!
~ Someone who admires you with all their heart"
These notes were getting to be too much for him. Why did this have to happen? He finally catches the eye of someone, and he can't even know who they are unless he plays this game.
It was a little enjoyable though, the unfamiliar events causing him to rethink so many aspects he once held about himself and his life. It was eye opening, too bad it had to be shoved in his face for him to see it.
Gently folding the note and placing it with the others in his pocket, he sat back and thought. Now.. where did he take down his first villain? What could be considered his first win?
The more he thought about it, the more shocked he grew at the number of things he's accomplished over the years. He didn't think it all added up to much, but just trying to remember a certain event that happened his first year of secondary school all seemed like so much alone.
Racking his brain, he came up with a small list of villains he took down around the same time.
There were three instances he remembered, but he just couldn't pinpoint the first if asked. Panic ensued, and he started hyperventilating until he calmed himself down.
'Let's think logically now...'
The first one was more of a con-man than a hero, tricking innocent civilians into believing his lies about heroes and trying to get people to buy his quirk supplements. Tamaki scratched that one off the list, the man put up no fight.
The second one was a cult member who believed quirks were the downfall of society. She had set up an elaborate trap in the center of town, where numerous stands, shops, and people were. It was busy, with vendors selling food, ingredients, and supplies.
She had tried building several barricades around the area and blowing it up, but ultimately failed after Tamaki got to her first. Now that he thought about it, he remembered that in a last ditch attempt she had grabbed a hostage and threatened to use her quirk on them. He was sure he had taken the lady down himself.
Then the third was simply a person who could alter photos on any piece of media. They had tried violently assaulting a hero to frame them and pretend that heroes hurt innocent civilians unprovoked. Tamaki was quick to take them down, even with as sneaky and sly as they were with escaping.
Picking through his options, he decided to go with the second one. The one in town square. The place that was currently crowded full of people celebrating Golden Week...
He gulped at the thought.
The white paper crinkled and deformed in his shaking grip as he clutched it tighter unconsciously at the thought. He'd only have this one chance find out if it was worth it...
Truth be told, Tamaki knew he had to train himself on getting better on dealing with crowded spaces, seeing as he going to be a full fledged hero one day. He just didn't think it'd be so soon.
It was now or never...
•°•°•°•°•°•°•
You looked at the note the mysterious lady had given you with a blank expression. It held no letters of affirmation like the others except for an "Almost there!".
On it was a map. A map you weren't familiar with. You recognized the very place you were standing, and decided to break it down into chunks. You saw the statue... And took a few steps in the direction of the arrows until you saw a crooked sign that matched the one on the map. One step at a time, you followed the steps on the map to the best of your ability.
It was entertaining in a way, as it reminded you of the pirates you always on the TV when you were little. In a way, you were also hunting for a treasure - it was just a little different than gold coins and shiny jewels.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•
Tamaki stood frozen. All around him people bustled about, swerving around him, running past him, carrying heavy, hot, or delicate containers. Talking in loud voices, singing songs, placing decorations on things, running around... It was overwhelming.
For a split second Tamaki wondered if he was in too deep and debated on whether or not he should leave.
'No... It'd be silly to give up this far...'
Steeling himself the best he could, he breathed in and tried to ignore the crowd that caused his body to shake with nerves.
He stuck close to the walls, looking around for a clue, any clue. This letter was so vague, he would be lying if he said he wasn't worried about finding it out not. Even if he were to ask for help, the number of people that would actually be able to direct him or do anything helpful would be too tiny to risk sounding foolish.
Sighing out tiredly, he looked at the sky to see sun lowering. Not to the point to where it was dark, but just enough so it surprised him with how long he had been playing this game. No, he definitely couldn't quit now.
A tap on his shoulder caught him off guard, and he almost jumped into the air if he hadn't been on guard all day. Turning around, he saw no one. Now this was confusing. He simply scratched his head and supposed it was someone playing that tap shoulder game.
Well, he did at first. Until he looked down and saw a note left sitting on the edge of the golden statue, almost as if it was waiting for him. He groaned, knowing what he had to do.
Tamaki clenched his jaw, and hesitantly pushed his way through the crowd of people. Slowly... Slowly... A sharp contrast to the hurried, constantly flowing around him.
People pushed and pulled, the crowd moving in an almost hypnotic manner. It was as if it was alive, like a river winding down the roads of the city. A sea of people that threatened to swallow Tamaki in its deep, dark waters. It swelled, it shrunk. It swerved and straightened. It was like he was looking the beast of his fear directly in its glowing eyes.
And it looked back.
What was supposed to be a short walk normally was stretched out beyond, due to the fact Tamaki had to shuffle around so many bodies that brushed against his.
Closing his eyes, he reminded himself.
'I can do this...'
Opening them, he almost didn't believe it as he looked at statue that sat directly in front of him. He had so many worries and anxious thoughts about whether he could, he didn't stop think about what would happen if he did.
And yet, he was there. The white paper in between his fingertips bearing the weight of his struggles.
He opened it, only to be greeted with a congratulations and a map...
•°•°•°•°•°•°•
You had struggled a bit and had to restart after mistaking a certain shop for the one on the map. This time, you decided you'd give it your all.
The sun was setting lower and lower in the sky, the purple color taking place of the bright orange, and the darker blue (that was almost black) taking place of the purple.
Slowly, more and more lights began flickering to life, and you panicked once again, hoping you weren't slowing things down.
Step by step, slowly but surely you eventually followed the landmarks in a chain, one by one. You let the guide lead you up to a grassy hill in the park next to town, right at a point where you could see both the town festivities and what went on in the grassy field on the other side.
It was a beautiful sight. The sun lowering with the creamy beige and pink clouds surrounding it, the flickering lights as they began to be turned on, streamers and kites rising above the city... It was magical.
You stood, simply enjoying view. You had already saw the note sitting on the tree that stated you had reached the final destination. But you weren't too bothered with that anymore.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•
Tamaki grunted, frowning at the map as he nervously sped around the landmarks it read. He didn't know what was expecting him, but he was tired and the anxiety of not knowing what it was drained him further. He clung onto the hope that whatever it was, it was worth the effort. He didn't know what he'd do if it was all a joke. The pain would be monumental.
He passed the statue. He curved around the bent sign. He walked past the shop. Following all these steps diligently, Tamaki was determined to make the most of his time and effort. It had to be worth it. He really hoped so.
As he was walking, Tamaki began thinking. That villain he took down... Memories began surfacing, vague and fuzzy. It was difficult, trying to bring something into sight when you can't even remember what it was you wanted to see. The more he thought, the more a distant shape began to take place, unstable and quick to fall apart if looked at too long, too delicate to handle.
Now that he thought about it, your face looked so favorite familiar...
However, Tamaki didn't have much time to think about it as he looked up to see a grassy hill - the end point of this whole thing.
He stalled, now suddenly feeling shy and timid. He remembered the initial fears he had when he first started this game, and now he didn't know what he should do.
Only, he looked up at the hill, and those fears went away. Because standing at the top, in all your glory... Was you.
You were looking off to the side, looking at the beautiful scene that played out in front of you, the golden and orange colors of the setting sun swathing you in its sheet of light, only serving to further cement the look of grace and elegance that surrounded you. You hadn't noticed him standing at the bottom of the hill, too occupied with the gentle landscape ahead of you, a look of bliss adorning your face.
And at that moment, for the first time Tamaki felt... Calm.
Calm when normally his heart would be breathing out of his chest.
Calm when normally he would've broken out into a cold sweat.
Calm when normally his head would be barraging him with terrible, fearful thoughts.
All he felt was at ease. And it was amazing, astounding even. He normally only felt comfortable whenever he was at his own house, alone.
Yet, looking at you gave him a sense of comfort, a feeling that he couldn't explain, only feel and experience.
And that's when he remembered.
All those years ago during his first year of UA, he had started interning with Fatgum. His anxiety back then was eternally much, much, worse. So much farther behind his peers, Tamaki had wondered if he'd even make it out as a hero. When all his classmates were already being seen as future heroes, when they had already taken down too many criminals and villains to count... He was still hiding his face in the wall.
He wasn't even on the clock that day, he had just been strolling around and enjoying a calm, cool day. It began to get crowded, and naturally he went to leave to somewhere less populated.
And that's when he ran into a shady figure with the same idea. There was a lady who had been walking around, hands in pockets and head down. He knew something was wrong, but he doubted his judgement.
The actual fight was blurry, he didn't remember much of that. Just the fact that he saw her placing what he knew was explosives, and a chase ensued where he also saw her locking in gates, doors, and walls to keep people from escaping.
He had looked around for a hero, nervous about whether or not he could actually do this alone. All his classmates at least had the wisdom of their mentors at their side... He was alone.
He had to steel himself that day for the first time. He had to scream at himself in his head that if he didn't do something because of his anxiety, people would die.
And he fought. And he was ahead. He was winning. The lady wasn't the best with combat, but she still put up quite a fight. Yet, Tamaki was winning, he had the upper hand. It was thrilling, yet terrifying. But still, he'd do it again to prevent the deaths of innocent people.
However at that moment, the lady split off and ran into the crowd, and Tamaki followed her without thought. He only knew something was up when a ring of shouting and worried people started to form, and he had followed the crowd. Only to see the lady holding a random person she had grabbed from the crowd, holding her hand against their head. And that person..
Was you.
It was you.. Tamaki couldn't believe he forgot. He knew your face looked familiar.
He had defeated the lady, and you had thanked him in abundance, a sweet smile decorating your relieved face.
After that, you had walked off. Only, right before that he remembered you had reached into your bag to hand him something.
What was it again?
Tamaki toiled adamantly, trying to piece together the random floating fragments of memories that flew around the vastness of his head. He thought about the past and the present, trying to come to a logical result.
Was it a trinket? No, he would've kept it.
How about a small drawing or something? No, he wouldn't put it in his pocket, and he remembered there was nothing in there.
What was it? You were a baker, so he began to believe it was a treat of some sort...
He gasped lightly to himself. That's why it all looked so familiar.
It a cookie... Decorated to look like a cat.
Too many things clashed together at once, and all Tamaki could do was look up at you in awe and nostalgia. The sounds around the park had subsided as it was getting darker, people all going inside to prepare before going to come out again in some time.
The empty air whistled around, rustling the trees and giving a slight chill to the both of you as the sun lowered even further into the darkness - not quite gone, yet not quite there.
He looked up at you solemnly once more, taking in a heavy breath as he shook at the implications that awaited him. He looked back to the time you rushed out of the bakery just for him. You had run out to still include him, even if he shied away due to his anxious thoughts.
Now it was his turn.
He walked up the hill, step by step. Bit by bit.
The entire way there he didn't take his eyes off you, not even once. His thoughts were screaming at him in his head, and his face was practically lit aflame. Yet he walked up to you with the practiced stride of that of a hero who had a deep focus he intended to complete.
You watched the sun slowly lowering, the light quivering and distorting the lower it got to the bottom of the horizon. The largest stars began to litter the sky, a balance of grey in a black and white world. Where it's not yet day, nor night.
A slight crunching off to the side caught your attention, and it suddenly hit you. You remembered the game you had played, and you stilled for a second in confusion before turning to see the source of the noise.
Eyes widening in surprise, your breath hitched as you came eye-to-eye with the person you had been wanting to see all day.
Tamaki came to a slow halt once he stood directly across from you. Neither had expected to get this far, yet it was equally desired.
Tamaki's hands broke out into a cold sweat as he trembled in place, scared yet still determined. Your heart hammered in your chest, a look of wonder taking hold of your expression.
"I-"
"You-"
Looking at each other with a bewildered appearance, a grin suddenly formed across your face as you broke out into a fit of snickers, Tamaki joining in with that crooked smile of his. He was eternally grateful you knew how to defuse his nervousness, even without particularly trying.
"I suppose... You got the notes too?"
You chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of your neck. "Yeah, I don't suppose you were the one responsible for them?"
He shook his head, a knowing smile growing on the both of your faces as you recalled two particularly mischievous friends of yours.
"No, it wasn't me, sorry."
He swallowed thickly, quickly deciding to get this over with.
"But..."
He choked on his words a bit, the idea and fear of rejection taking hold once again. He loved having you as a friend, and while the idea of being something more was certainly appealing, he couldn't risk losing what he already had. It was terrifying. Even with that small part that constantly screamed for him to get over it.
You smiled softly, a silent understanding. "But..." You parroted, stepping forward and gently taking his hand in yours.
He felt the connection, and you both went silent, only looking at your intertwined hands. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to force the words out. All that came out was his hand enclosing yours.
Yet it spoke so much more than words could've.
The sun had completely gone down at this point, leaving the two of you to depend on the few surrounding street lights that were placed farther below. The darkness was comforting in a way, and Tamaki felt a little more at ease without his sight constantly worrying him.
If he looked closely enough however, he could trace the outlines of your face, the soft light of the curved moon lighting up the edges of your jaw and nose, along with adding a slight shimmer to your eyes. The darkness took away most of his sight, but it strengthened his other senses. Such as the feeling of your warm, soft hand in his.
The cool breeze blew by once more. A setting that Tamaki knew he was comfortable with.
You were about to say something, when you felt a gentle tug on your hand. Looking back up, you saw the silhouette of Tamaki looking back at you, gesturing gently downwards towards an empty field of grass at the bottom of the hill.
You silently followed, a giddy grin on your face and fuzzy feelings in your stomach. You both stumbled down, softly laughing at the clumsiness caused because of the lack of light. Your laughter rang out like sweet chimes and bells to Tamaki, and he wanted to hear more. He wanted to see you smile more. For you to be more content. All around him, with him, because of him.
You both came to a stop in the middle of the flourishing grassy area, filled with moist plants trying to cling to your legs and the calming aroma that was caused from the rain that fell the night before. You giggled and grabbed Tamaki's other hand, unknowingly giving him a slight confidence boost that was so badly needed for him.
He smiled at your cheerful state, thrilled that this wasn't going bad as he feared. He looked at you directly, silently diverting your attention to him. Tamaki smiled kindly before turning to look at the expanse of grass that grew tall and short all around you.
You turned to try to see what he was looking at, and Tamaki looked at you from the corner of his eye with a tender smile before softly brushing his arm over some of the taller grasses that grew, causing them to gently sway. You were about to ask him the reasoning behind his odd behavior, but your question died out before you could get it out of your throat.
What had caught your attention was little yellow and golden glowing specks that flickered to life before hazily floating around in the air, some almost as if they were half asleep, others shooting around as if they were a coiled spring waiting to jump to life.
They were fireflies. Tons of them.
You looked up around you in awe, and for a split second Tamaki was grateful for his secluded lifestyle, only knowing of this trick after years of visiting this grassy plain since he was a child. It was a secret only few knew of, and he was more than willing to share it with you. The look on your face caused him no regrets - a first in his life.
You continued looking around at the fluttering orbs of light, their soft glows weakly illuminating the area. It was surreal in a way, and the constant feeling that you were floating around in outer space never left you.
Letting out a soft chuckle, Tamaki gingerly squeezed your hand a little, seeing no way in which he'd allow this moment to be ruined by his nervous thoughts.
Laughing in response, you grabbed his hand tighter in yours, and with you leading the way you both walked around the field together, igniting many more of the fireflies to begin flying around at the disturbance in the grass. All around you now they fluttered, their glow flickering and buzzing. It was as if little stars were surrounding you, always in constant motion.
The sounds of the people beginning to come out started trickling in, fading in from small laughs and chatting and growing into an inferno of singing, clanking, yells and screeches of joy from little children and the barking of a random dog every now and then. The festivals were starting, but luckily they were held on the other side of the park, it being split in two by a thick layer of trees heavy with leaves.
Your attention was brought back to Tamaki again as he feebly tugged your hand once more, avoiding eye contact with you when you turned by directing his attention to ground, timidly rubbing the nape of his neck.
Reaching out a hand, you softly brought his head up to look you in the eyes, offering him a kind smile when he followed suit. He felt inside of his mouth grow dry and his heart skipped a beat. You looked too lovely for him to handle, the light caused by the flames of the lamps being set out illuminating you in a dreamlike manner.
"So... About those notes" you started.
His eyes flickered up to yours for a second before just as quickly flittering back away. "I'm sorry if they caused any trouble... "
He looked down further at the ground, the swaying grass helping to comfort him a bit. He liked being outdoors, being one with nature.
"But... Whatever they held... Ne-never compared to how I really feel about you"
Darn, the stuttering was kicking in. He needed to get his words out or it'll get worse. He didn't think he'd be able to bear the embarrassment.
"Tamaki-"
He grabbed your other hand in shaking grip. All inside, his body and mind was going into overdrive, he was melting from the inside out. His brain screamed and his body trembled. Things were falling apart, deteriorating. But he wasn't going to leave without you at least knowing how he felt. He was terrified. But bravery isn't the absence of fear. It's being courageous in the company of fear. Fatgum taught him that.
Time to be brave.
"I can't keep this from you anymore, and-and I'll understand if you don't feel the same. I-I'll get it..."
He took a deep breath before looking you in the eyes.
"I really don't want to lose you... So ple-please, if this is stupid, please tell me now. I want you in my life anyway I can-"
Before he finished you squeezed his hands, cutting him off. "I can never leave you. I never want you to worry about that, okay?" Your voice was soft and serene.
Tamaki gulped and nodded. "I have this weird feeling when i'm with you, I can't explain it, but I know it's a good feeling..."
"...So please... [Name]"
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to get it out quickly enough before his mind could retort.
"Iloveyousorry.." (I love you, sorry)
He froze in place, not even bothering trying to take his hands back from you to his side. He simply stilled, every inch of him frozen in terror, worry, and anticipation. He's never even felt this anxious over any of the villains he fought.
A thick silence weighed down upon the two of you as you tried to take it all in. It was heavy, the sheer power of three simple words.
You could see Tamaki beginning to shake more and more, and through his shut eyes you saw small tears forming. Quickly jumping into action, you attempted to calm him down.
"Hey... calm down, it's okay." You rubbed his hands in yours with your thumb, trying to urge him to look up at you. He didn't speak, only shaking his head to the side a bit.
"Tamaki..."
You looked down at the ground too, your own stomach fluttering and heart thumping in your chest. Now it's your turn.
"I... I love you too."
Clearly not expecting that response, Tamaki blinked opened his eyes, slowly pulling his head back up to look at you once again. He looked at you in silence for a second, caught off guard by the response.
"You.." he then pointed to himself, dazed. "M-me...?"
You shook your head, chuckling a little.
"Yes, you. Yes, I love you. It's always been you, just you and only you..."
"You're everything I've always wanted and more..." He whispered lightly, stunned and barely holding it all together. He felt lightheaded, and drunk on joy. His heart no longer beat in aching desperation, but rather now for you. His mind no longer screamed at him but rather sat silently, you being the only one that was able to make the painful words disappear.
The wind bristled the leaves of the trees and caused the tall blades of grass surrounding you to flutter and quiver. Someone was cooking something nearby, because the smell of warm cooked foods wafted through the air. Laughter rung about and filled the area with a sense of comfort.
Time seemed to freeze around the both of you, the feeling of being the only ones to exist engulfing you both entirely as you looked each other eye in loving eye.
You both seemed to be drawn in by each other's presence, as if a magnet was pulling you towards each other. Soon enough, you both were barely inches from each other. You looked up at him, simply enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence.
"Can I... Can I hug you?" You broke the barrier with your question, and for the first time Tamaki saw you nervous. You, the one who was just as boisterous as Mirio and Nejire. You, who was friendly with everyone you ran into. You, who was now standing in front of him, fiddling with your fingers in his hands and switching your weight on each foot as you fidgeted from side to side.
He shook his head, a small tender smile growing on face. "I'd like that..."
You leaned in, a little surprised to see Tamaki leaning in as well to meet you halfway. Both your arms wrapped around each other in a loving, silent embrace. He rested his head on your shoulder, and you noticed his grip was light, too afraid of squeezing you too tight.
Staying that way for a couple minutes, you both visibly relaxed at the relief that came with the realization that it was all over. No more games. No more desperate pinning. No more lonely heartaches. You had him and he had you.
Feeling Tamaki begin to pull away slightly, both your faces warmed when you realized just how close you both were. He stuttered a bit, quietly to himself, before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
"Can I... - no sorry, forget I said anything"
He tried diverting his attention to the ground again, although you noticed he never removed his arms from around you, both not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of the other. You gently brought him to face you again.
"No, no... You can ask me anything. Please don't worry about any judgment from me, I'm not going to get upset with you."
He slightly brought in some air through his teeth, creating a light hissing sound as he debated over it, ultimately deciding to go for it.
"May I... I-is it if I kiss you?" His voice grew quieter as he spoke, until it was almost unintelligible at the end - which it possibly would've been if you weren't so close to him.
Your face warmed as your heart hammered away once again, a shy smile forming on your lips.
"I'd... Like that. Please"
He nodded, and without any further words leaned in, connecting to you in a quick, sweet peck. He pulled away for a second, but you leaned in and crashed your lips against his once more. He froze for a second, face burning hot, before finally melting into your embrace. His hand moved from around your back to settling on your waist, content and comfortable.
The moment was tender and soft, and the two of you were too wrapped up in each other to pay any attention to the fireworks that blazed across the sky in their colorful glory, marking the peak of the festival.
Pulling away, you both looked at each other for a split second, before Tamaki burst into red, pulling you a little closer and nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck, the red reaching all the way up to his ears.
You simply held him close just as he did to you as well, both reveling in the loving solace you brought one another. The fireworks continued to go off. The fireflies were still flickering. People were laughing, and music was still being played.
You smiled as you turned to Tamaki, the smile growing at how content he was while holding you in his arms.
"Tamaki...?"
He opened his eyes, pulling away to look at you clearly. "Yes?"
"Do you want to go look at to festival with me?"
At that moment Tamaki realized just how drained he was. That game had taken most of the day to complete, and being constantly surrounded by people along with the anxiety that was brought on by his worrying about confessing only served to drain him further.
"I'm a little tired..."
"It's alright, we can get something to eat and then head home."
He smiled softly and held you tenderly, completely enamored by how you were so loving and kind.
"I'd like that..."
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"So-o ~"
Mirio teased Tamaki as they walked through the hallways to the cafeteria.
"I-it's nothing, Mirio" Tamaki groaned in response, regretting having let his friends in on what had went down only a few nights before.
You had both agreed to start seeing each other officially, and soon enough Tamaki became a regular at the bakery you worked at, much to Mirio's and Nejire's delight.
"Seems like it's something to me!"
Nejire piped, am equally teasing look on her face as well.
Tamaki could only groan and hide his face in his hands as Mirio and Nejire congratulated him, with Mirio patting him in the back with his good hearted nature.
Tamaki was eternally grateful he had you in his life. You helped him see things about himself he never knew before, helping to boost his confidence a smidge along with easing his anxiety levels. In a way, you were his new emotional comfort, no longer needing to hide his face in the walls as much (he'd just go to you for a hug instead).
And it was all because of a little cat cookie.
∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴
BONUS:
"I knew she looked familiar!" The blue haired girl exclaimed.
"Yeah, but he's never going to admit he has feelings for her anytime soon, you have any ideas?" The blond boy questioned, his finger on his chin.
"Ooh! I know! What if we write them confession letters, and sign them from each other!" The girl came up with.
"Hmm, I was going to say Scavenger Hunt, but I like that idea too"
The girl hummed in thought, when a mischievous smile broke out across her face.
"Why don't we combine them?"
The blond chuckled, an equally wily smile growing on his own face as well, his blue eyes sparkling playfully.
"I like the sound of that. They'll be sure to have lots of fun!"
Fun for them, maybe.
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A/N:
I'm sorry if that wasn't the best! It's not exactly what I normally write, but it was still such fun writing anyways! ୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧
Also for some reason a lot of my friends were particularly interested in seeing how this one turned out [probably because it's the first romance I've written wwww ( ´⁠ε⁠`⁠ ⁠) ]
I hope you liked this at least a little, I tried rather hard with this one because I wanted it to be realistic but not boring, and fluffy but not embarrassing to read ヾ(´▽`)
Requests are open! Tags are open! Feel free to ask anything or let me know of any feedback/comments you have! I appreciate it a lot! (ृ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ृ )
Thank you all again! I hope you have a lovely day! ⁠♡
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heavenlyeros · 4 months
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£30 clay creature commissions & 20% discount on a second one
✦ animals !
i only put cats & big cats on the flyer because i love cats, but i have made all sorts of creatures, like sheep, cows, prehistoric animals, dragons, an octopus, birds, frogs, reptiles, bunnies, fish, pokemon, bugs and lots more, and i am always excited to try new things too. although i'm behind on updating it with my new projects, my website has photos of other fun stuff i've made ! i promise it's not all cats
✦ what i can do
your pet, fursona, favourite ffxiv minion, beloved pokemon, rarely depicted special interest, science outreach mascot, tabletop game character, and anything else you love long as it is creature shape (rather than people shape). they can have little accessories and fun details both sculpted and painted, but obviously the scale means these details will be somewhat minimalist for safety's sake (like in examples). they can have patterns and colours painted or i can marble and swirl clay of different colours. i can also texture them to appear fluffy or scaly. i love using shimmery and metallic paints - neat for the festive season! if you are gifting, i can add a little card and/or ribbon to your creature and mail it directly to your giftee.
✦ refs
images of the actual creature you would like me to make you are always neat, but it is okay if you do not have those. a little doodle, a moodboard, a picrew, a detailed description are all very good too, and i will ask for any info i need. or if you only have the vibes and would like me to come up with a design that's neat too.
✦ what i cannot do
because these are small and they must also survive in the mail, i cannot add super fine details like long antennae or thin tentacles. i can still add details like these in, but they will be chubby and short. the tails on the flyer are about as thin as they can go. i am also wary of creatures with very delicate details coming out to the sides from the main bulk of the animal (like wings and antlers) because they have a riskier time in the mail. these will also need to be very chubby in order to be sturdy. where viable, i would prefer creatures to remain on all four legs (like meerkat being long instead of tall) and that they are standing, not sitting. this works best with my sculpting technique, but i am happy to branch out where needed. loafing and splooting creatures are very welcome. because they need to be able to stand, biped creatures have to be extra chubby on the bottom. for this reason i tend to not sculpt legs at all (on birds for example), but i can paint them on where it is an option. if the creature really needs legs they can be sitting instead with their legs in front of them or similar. i will do my best to come up with an idea that works for your creature and still allows them to balance fine ! i prefer mixing clay and getting colour variation that way if the creature is not one colour. for paint, i generally use dark blue or dark brown for darker details, and white for lighter details, with other colours used sparingly where that detail is necessary, like eye colour. i am most comfortable with minimal paint, because it means the finish is much sturdier and will not get damaged with regular handling and play. so patterns like multicolour spots or swirls and accessories like hats and scarves will be a different clay colour rather than painted, most of the time.
✦ about your creature
the animals are about 5cm/2 inches long. wolf & ghostling creatures always have beans and x shaped buttholes and other little details like that where applicable. i make the creatures out of polymer clay (usually fimo) and they are painted with acrylic paint and sealed with glossy acrylic varnish. i also use shimmery and colour changing powders that i mix into the paint sometimes to get metallic, pearlescent, and holographic effects. they are waterproof (just don't scrub them) and they are very sturdy. they can survive falls and even being yeeted across the room by my bastard cat. they are weak to things falling on them and to being squashed. the clay has some flexibility but it will eventually snap under pressure. the finish should not rub away at all with handling, long as you do not scratch it. unless they're super stubby, their legs and tails are built on armatures (wood and wire). this makes them extra sturdy and also quite easy to fix should an accident happen. they are full of love. i adore making them. they bring me so much joy. i hope you will feel the same.
✦ timeframe, shipping, and shop policies
your creature will be finished in 1-4 weeks. it depends on how many i have to make and whether i have the right colour clay on hand or must order it online. i will always aim to work as fast as possible. i do not always complete the first orders i received before later orders - i work on them depending on which one i feel is best for me to tackle at the time so that i am always excited and get the best results. i will contact you with updates if you like, and to ask any questions if something is unclear. i love taking wip photos. once your creature is finished, i will ship it out using royal mail. uk orders are shipped tracked and international orders are shipped standard. if your country has notoriously unreliable post service or you'd just feel safer with a tracking number, please let me know and i can invoice you via paypal to upgrade to tracked shipping for around £6. creatures should arrive to anywhere in the world in 2-3 weeks maximum, but of course i cannot guarantee, and varies by time of year and your local carrier. as these are custom orders there are no returns or refunds. if your creature gets lost in the mail i will do my utmost to sort it out with royal mail but i unfortunately cannot refund you out of pocket as i am barely covering my own costs and offering these so i can afford the most basic of necessities. if your creature arrives damaged please get in touch and i will provide advice on how to fix it or a replacement, depending on circumstances.
please message me on here or on ko-fi if you have any questions at all and thank you for checking out my creature commissions <3
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theslasherslut · 8 months
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scientist romance
Ww: It's a sneak peak not done
A/n: I think I worked a little too long but here is a snip bit of what I have so far for part 2 of it
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I paced nervously in the waiting room, trying to avoid eye contact with Lily Joyful, Wally Darling's daughter. She was sitting on a couch, wearing a pink dress and holding a stuffed bunny. She had a worried look on her face. She was waiting for her mother, Julie Joyful, who was the head of the medical team in the factory. Julie Joyful was in surgery, helping Wally Darling, her husband and my boss, get a robot arm to replace the one he lost in a freak accident.
The waiting room was small and sterile, with white walls and fluorescent lights. There were a few magazines on a coffee table, but they were all outdated and boring. The only sound was the ticking of the clock and the occasional beep of the intercom. I felt trapped and restless, like a caged animal.
Lily Joyful looked like a miniature version of her mother, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a pink dress with white lace and ribbons, and holding a stuffed bunny with floppy ears and a bow tie. She looked like a doll, but not a happy one. She looked like she had been crying, and her eyes were red and puffy. She kept glancing at the door of the operating room, hoping to see her mother come out with good news.
I felt a pang of guilt as I remembered the kiss we shared moments after the glass shattered and sliced through his arm. His arm was severed by a large piece of glass, and he collapsed on the floor, bleeding profusely. I screamed and ran to his side, trying to stop the bleeding with the rag. He looked at me with pain and love in his eyes, and I kissed him and he kissed back, feeling a surge of passion and longing. I had always admired him as my boss, the head scientist of the factory, but I never thought he would feel the same way about me.
He had been working on a secret project for months, something that he said would change the world for the better. He never told me what it was, only that it was important and dangerous. He said he needed my help to finish it, but he also warned me not to tell anyone about it, not even Julie Joyful. He said she wouldn't understand or approve of his work. He said she was too jealous and insecure to trust him.
She didn't trust me either.
She was always cold and distant to me, treating me like an intruder or a threat. She never smiled or thanked me for my work. She never asked me how I was or what I liked. She only gave me orders or criticisms. She didn't care about me at all.
She didn't care about Wally either.
She didn't appreciate his genius or his kindness. She didn't love him as much as he deserved. She only loved herself and her work.
She only loved Lily.
Lily was her pride and joy, her precious daughter. She spoiled her with gifts and attention, but she also controlled her with rules and expectations. She wanted Lily to be perfect, just like her.
But Lily wasn't perfect.
She had a secret too.
A secret that would shock everyone.
A secret that would change everything.
I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I sat down on a chair in the corner of the waiting room.
The clock ticked slowly.
I waited for Wally Darling, my boss and my lover.
Suddenly, I heard a small voice next to me.
"Hi," it said.
I looked up and saw Lily Joyful staring at me with curious eyes.
She smiled at me and said, "You're Wally's assistant, right?"
I nodded, not sure what to say.
She continued, "My name is Lily Joyful. What's yours?"
I hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm...I'm y/n."
She tilted her head and said, "y/n? That's a pretty name."
She moved closer to me and said, "Can I sit with you?"
I nodded again, feeling awkward.
She sat down on the chair next to me and said, "Do you like Wally?"
I felt a lump in my throat as I said
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Tag: @drawingforfunz @freaktrap4109 @chris-is-lost
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rayslittlekitten · 1 year
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Rich Girl Mood
“Toff Girl” (aka “Damsel” Universe) Masterlist
A/N: I started writing this a long while ago but have been sitting on it because I was still trying to figure out the end game (I still am) but I'm a little closer and I think however this series ends, this chapter I think is still solid for what it is so I finally finished it. This I think gives more insight of the reader character than her relationship with Ray. Title and chapter inspired by "Rich Girl Mood" by Dounia and Kehlani (YT link below)
Rating: T
Word Count:  3,294
Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!reader
Plot: Another year, another birthday party.
Contains: angst, recreational drug use, hurt, jealousy, light mentions of D/s relationship, collars, cursing
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After your cryfest in your car, you cleaned yourself up and went in to see your parents briefly and sort of lied about a missing pair of shoes. You then feigned looking in your old bedroom which has become a bit of a storage closet for you. You also act surprised when they hand you the gift box Ray mentioned. You told them you would send Mickey and Ray a thank you card.
You're now back at your flat staring at the big Tiffany blue box while stuffing your face with your favorite pastries from Astrid's Cafe and Bakery. You put the mostly eaten slice of cake down and pull the shiny black ribbon loose. Of course it feels so soft. Ray probably spent a good quid on the ribbon alone. You wouldn't be surprised if it was made of actual silk. Only he would do something so extra.
You take a deep breath and finally lift the lid. This asshole even took the time to wrap your things in tissue paper? You roll your eyes and huff. You grab the small cream-colored envelope sitting on top of the neatly and carefully folded white delicate sheets. You flip the envelope open and pull the card out.
Hi love,
I hope this letter finds you well. I figured you'd eventually want your things back, especially your shoes. I know they were one of your favorites. I even took the time to polish them for you since last time you had scuffed them. There are some things in here that I also thought you should have as I have no more use for them.
Take care,
Ray
You gently tear open the tissue paper and as expected, you find your heels looking shiny as new. You see what else is inside the box and find a few things like your toothbrush, toiletries and some clothing, neatly folded and stacked in true Ray fashion. You know he had your clothes washed, dry cleaned and pressed as well, including the outfits he picked out for you. You look through them and choke up a little seeing your collars carefully placed between the perfectly folded clothing. They're all there, including his favorite, the one with a little bell on it. You tilt your head curiously when you find a small velvet box. The rock in your belly is creeping back in. You stare at it for a moment before reaching for it. You nervously grip the box between your fingers as you take your time flipping the lid open. You let out the breath you'd been holding when you don't see a ring, but instead you feel your heart breaking all over again seeing your day collar. The same one you ripped off your neck and threw at him.
Your eyes blur up for the millionth time today and you swipe your fingers over them. In the corner of your eye, you notice another envelope sticking out from under the clothes. You reach for it and pull it out. Flipping it around, you notice it's completely unmarked. You open it and pull out two business class plane tickets to Greece. Confused, you look in the envelope again and find a folded piece of paper. You pull it out and open it up.
I had planned to whisk you away for a week for your birthday, but I can't use these anymore so I thought maybe you can. Enjoy your birthday, my love.
-Ray
This isn't fair. This isn't fucking fair. Not fair to you, not fair to Ray. You don't know how much more your heart can take.
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Over the next few weeks, you go on a date or two with Fred just to get out of your flat. You've been sulking and comfort eating and sniffing Ray's cardigan long enough. The dates were fun, but if you're honest with yourself, while Fred is a really nice guy, he just doesn't do it for you romantically. You had to be upfront with him as you didn't want to string him along. He deserved to know the truth, but thankfully he took it with ease and understood. You did invite him to your birthday party though and you know someone who would actually pair real well with him. You usually don't play matchmaker, but you think you've got this one in the bag.
Speaking of birthday parties, you just wanted something small but your parents insisted on throwing something for their only child. They do this every year, but you let them because you know it's really just an excuse for them to throw a fancy party to show off to their fancy friends. You know after the first hour or two of greeting people you either don't know, don't remember or haven't seen since you were a wee child, you're going to disappear into the garden shed to get sloshed on expensive liquor and smoke the best weed in all of England with your closest friends like you did when you all were younger. Growing up around so much money, you've always hated the posh snobby kids who thought they were too good for anyone, but you have a small group who were never like that and you always stayed close to them. Everyone else at the party can fuck off and freeload on the booze and food.
You do a once over glance in the mirror to check your makeup and hair. Your hand touches your bare neck and after a moment, you get up from your vanity chair and slip on your heels and smooth out your sickeningly expensive dress. It clings on to your every curve and dip. That’ll sure get some lookers. You still feel like something is missing though.
"Darling, are you ready? Guests are waiting!"
"I'll be right out, mummy!" you shout back.
You quickly go through your overnight bag and pull out a box. You open it up and look at the jewelry for a moment before putting it on, then take one final look in the mirror and you're satisfied with what you see. It doesn’t hold meaning anymore, although it’s sentimental to you, but it has always comforted you, feeling it snug around your neck. It was like your security blanket. It made you feel safe because whenever you wore it, you always knew Ray was close by.
Ray dominating you wasn’t just some kink. It wasn’t just about being in control, or rather giving it up. Being his sub meant he would love you and protect you deeply. It was a shared bond. He brought you pleasure in so many ways and made you forget when you had a bad day, but most importantly, he made sure nothing can hurt you. You completely allowed your heart, body and soul to be delicately encased by his own design.
You take a deep breath and polish off the whiskey you've been nursing while getting ready before putting your face on for the crowd. 
When you reach the bottom of the long grand staircase, you’re greeted by your parents and some people you don’t recognize. You plaster on a smile and shake their hands, thanking them for coming. As you walk off to go greet more people, you grab a flute of champagne and down it, placing it back as quickly as you snatched it up when a server walks by with a tray. You’re reminded why you hate these big parties.
You almost spit your champagne out when you spot Mickey and Ros. The nerve. Of course your parents invited them. You know Mickey only does anything if he’s getting something out of it so while it appears he gives a shit about your birthday and respecting your parents’ cordial invitation, he’s probably rubbing elbows with people who can be potential partners. Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s already negotiating and sealing deals while he’s here. You now wonder if Ray is somewhere around this giant house.
You walk over to the Pearsons to greet them with the least fake smile you can manage to put on.
“Hi, Mickey.”
“Hello, there. The woman of the hour!” Michael turns to you with a smile. “You’ve met my wife Ros, right?”
“Yes, pleasure to see you again.” You and Ros greet each other with a kiss on the cheek. She might be the only one in his posse you actually don’t mind. Her and Bunny. That gentle giant.
"Thank you both so much for coming!" You try to stretch out your smile but your facial muscles can only go so far.
"Happy birthday, love,” Ros smiles.
Although, you know Rosalind is probably on the up and up on what goes on in Mickey's world, including what happened with you and Ray. There is no way tea didn't get spilled on her.
"Thank you," you slightly bow your head. “How are you doing? Business is going well I assume?”
“Ah, let’s not talk about business. We’re here as guests, not salesmen. How are you doing?” Mickey returns the attention to you.
“No business? What a surprise,” you try to jab subtly. “I’m doing well, thank you.”
“Sweetheart! There’s someone I want you to meet,” your mother suddenly comes out of nowhere.
“Excuse me,” you tell the Pearsons. "I hope you both enjoy yourselves.”
They nod at you before being whisked away by your mother.
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After being introduced to a bunch of random people including some suitors, you sneak off into a secret side room to get a breather. You used to hide here a lot when you were younger when you wanted to isolate yourself when everything felt too overwhelming.  Especially from these parties. It always felt so performative when you just wanted to be a kid and play with your friends, but you were expected to be prim and proper, until you were old enough to realize you didn’t have to do any of this. You still remember those long boring etiquette classes and sometimes still use the wrong utensil on purpose as an act of rebellion. 
You feel around your body and realize you left your joint and lighter in your bedroom. Letting out a heavy sigh, you savor another moment of silence before marching back out into the wild. As you make your way to your bedroom, you round the corner and smack right into a hard chest.
“Oh my gosh, I am SO…” You look up at the man and your voice dies.
"Kitten…” Ray gasps quietly to himself when he sees your day collar sitting against your neck.
You can't get away from this man now, can you? Ironically, it feels like you're actually seeing him more often than you did when you were together. Like muscle memory, you plaster your cookie cutter smile on your face and greet Ray and the woman standing next to him.
"Hi, Raymond." You mentally kick yourself for overdoing your enthusiasm.
"H-hi."
You never thought there'd be a day you'd make Ray all flustered and stumble over his words. Mr. Calm and Controlled, my arse.
"Didn't expect to see you here tonight, but thank you for coming," you say, still with your painful smile on your face. You’re pretty sure it’s going to be permanent by the end of the night.
"Uh, just here for Michael," Ray quickly comments and nods. "Um, this is–”
“I know dear ol’ Rebecca.” Both you and Rebecca greet each other with air kisses on each side of your faces. “How are you? Haven’t seen you in quite some time,” you tell her.
“I’m doing very well. My company nearly doubled its revenue last month so I can’t complain,” she beams.
“You mean your father’s company?” you clarify.
“Yes, but he made me the president of the company a few months ago so it’s really mine too,” she explains. “He’s retiring soon so I’ll be CEO any day now. Anyways, how are you? I don’t really see you around much,” she shakes her head.
“Oh, I’m just always so busy,” you reply. Avoiding the lot of you. “I was actually thinking about taking a little trip to Mykonos next week. An unexpected birthday present.”
“I hear it’s fabulous this time of year,” Rebecca says. “And the men there are gorgeous.”
“Really?” you ask curiously. “I should probably go then.” You quickly glance over at Ray to see his reaction, seeing him shift uncomfortably.
You spot Fred in your peripheral vision and instantly grab his arm, pulling him in close to you.
“Freddy, love. You remember Raymond, right?” you ask him. You look back at Ray and can see his jaw ticking.
“Oh, hey! Good to see you again, mate!” Fred puts his hand out and Ray reluctantly takes it and as soon as he does, Fred pulls him in for a hug. Ray grimaces and lightly pats Fred on the shoulder. There is some actual genuine joy behind your smile now. 
“Freddy, darling! It’s been ages!” Rebecca exclaims.
After Freddy pulls away, he greets Rebecca.
“Bloody hell, Becca! When did you get so tall?” 
While they hug and catch up, you and Ray stare daggers at each other.
“Wait, are you two dating–” Freddy starts but you interrupt him.
“Um, Freddy,” you loop your arm around his again. “I think I’m ready for…” you vaguely gesture your head, nodding in a general direction towards the garden.
“Oh! Sure, yeah. I’ll meet you there after I stop by the loo,” Freddy says. “It was nice seeing you both again. Excuse me,” he says to Ray and Rebecca before walking off.
“Well, hope you’re both enjoying the party,” you say, clapping your hands together. “Excuse me. I have something I need to do.”
You walk off, not even bothering looking back as you make your way to your bedroom.
***
“Oh my gosh, Sophie, you have to tell that story about that time we pulled that prank on Lit’le Henry. Remember Henry?” you laugh, after taking a puff and passing it to Fred. 
“I don’t think Antonia here has heard about this story.” You wink at Fred. You introduced Antonia to Fred and they seemed to be hitting it off really well.
“‘Enry was a lit’le shite. It wasn’t a prank. It was revenge,” Sophie starts.
Sophie proceeds to tell the story about how a mutual friend kept getting bullied by Henry so the group of you teamed up to exact revenge on him. It was originally Fred’s idea but in the end he also took the fall for all of you. However, Henry never dared to bully anyone ever again.
“And I’d do it again,” he boasts.
You were finally able to sneak off with your friends to go hide in the shed to have a party for yourselves. No pretending, no masks, no manners. Just laughs. For those few hours, you were able to actually enjoy your birthday. You can’t remember the last time you had this much fun or laughed this hard. 
“Oh, fuck. I must have dropped my stash when I went to the toilet,” you say when you realize you can’t find the spare joints you rolled up. “I’ll be back. I’ll also get another bot’le of wine.”
“Love, it’s your birfday. Get one of the servants to fetch it for ya,” someone jumps in.
“They work for my parents, not me. Besides, I can use some fresh air,” you chuckle before bursting out of the shed.
As you cut through the long garden to make your way back into the house, you notice Ray pacing back and forth off to the side of the house while talking on the phone.
“Yes, boss. I understand.”
When he hangs up, he looks up and sees you cautiously walking trying to avoid being seen. You nearly twist your ankle as you tiptoe around and miss a step but Ray quickly catches you instinctively. So much for trying to dodge him.
“Are you alright?” Ray asks, looking into your eyes.
You stare back for a few moments, breathless. It might be the weed and alcohol but you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and let him hold you and never let go, but your daydreaming gets interrupted.
“Oh my! Looks like someone’s had a bit to drink tonight. You always know how to throw a party,” Rebecca comments as she walks over. “Ray, I’ll be back in a few. Need to powder my nose,” she winks before walking off inside the house. 
You quickly remove yourself from Ray’s grip and straighten yourself out.
“Are you alright?” Ray repeats.
“I’m fine,” you reply and start heading towards the house.
“Wait!” Ray takes a step in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.
“What is it, Ray?” You ask, now annoyed.
“Just so there’s no misunderstanding, Rebecca and I are not together. She’s just here with her parents and it’s my job to keep her entertained while her parents and Michael have an informal meeting,” Ray tells you.
“Ray, it’s really none of my business,” you shrug. "But I'm not surprised that's part of your job. I just hope she doesn't take it too hard when you're done with her and tell her to fuck off." You then try to maneuver around him but he side steps you.
“I know it’s none of your business but it’s important to me that you know. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to hurt you in any way because that’s the absolute last thing I want,” Ray shakes his head, ignoring your snide comment. “I don’t want to be at this boring party as much as I know you don’t either.”
“OH!” Your eyebrows shoot up to your almost perfectly coiffed hairline. “I’m so sorry my party isn’t dramatic enough for you.” You cross your arms under your breasts which are now accentuated by your arm placement.
Ray’s eyes begin to twitch as he realizes what he had said.
“No, that’s… that’s not what I meant—“
“No cunt to punch in the face. No damsel for you to save,” you say as you raise your arms above your head and wave them around.
“Can you please lower your voice? I was genuinely concerned for you. That cunt put his hands on you!” Ray snarls.
“It’s my fucking party so I’ll be as loud as I want!”
Ray looks around nervously to make sure they don’t draw any attention.
“You just can’t go around punching every bloke who puts his hands on me! You’re not my boyfriend anymore!” You push right past him with all your might and shoulder check him out of your way.
“Well, your actual boyfriend should have, but he left you all alone in a crowded pub full of drunk men!” Ray growls. “That would have never happened with me. I would have protected you!” 
You stop in your tracks and twirl around.
“Oh, please! You weren’t protecting me. You just don’t like seeing someone else’s hands on me!” You walk up to him and poke your finger into his chest. “Why do you even care so much? You’re the one who broke up with me.”
“I still care about what happens to you,” Ray adjusts his glasses. “Kitten…”
You start shaking your head.
“Just because I can’t love you the way I want to, the way we want to, it doesn’t mean I automatically stop caring for you.” Ray’s face and voice softens.
“No!” You growl into his face. You grunt out of frustration and rip your necklace off for the second time and throw it at him. “I don’t give a shit what you do with that. Just don’t give it back to me.” You spin around and stomp away towards the house.
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slasher-male-wife · 1 year
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Hi!! Can I request any kind of fluff about being in a poly relationship with Hannibal and Will Graham? (Fic or headcanons, whichever you prefer ☺️)
Oh I'm totally down for writing this. I am an avid fluff lover so I'll happily write this for you. And because the holidays are coming up I'm going to make this holiday themed but not explicitly Christmas because I know not everyone celebrates. So this is just gonna be more like a holiday gift giving thing. Vague I know but I try to make sure a lot of people can enjoy my writing. I also threw in some of my own head cannons for Will and Hannibal because I can.
Happy holidays: Hannigram x gn reader
It's a cold and snowy day in December. You'd just finished a lovely dinner made by Hannibal. You'd tried to help him in the kitchen but he insisted you go spend time with Will. So you did. While Hannibal cooked you cuddled with Will on the couch, his cold hands pressed against your belly making you laugh. You knew that they were planning on giving gifts soon. Each of you got each other three gifts. After dinner, while Hannibal is taking away the plates you head over to the living room with Will.
Because the fireplace was rarely used in the living room you'd set all the presents there. Hannibal wrapped his in black wrapping paper perfectly. He used twine instead of ribbon and you couldn't help but admire how stunning it looked. Will used blue wrapping paper and you could tell he tried wrapping them the best he could but it just turned out messy, but it got the job done. You'd used some wrapping paper with a scene of a snowy house at night. You loved the winter so it only made sense that you used this wrapping paper. While your wrapping wasn't as neat as Hannibal's you still did a decent job.
You two sat on the couch waiting for Hannibal to join you.
"I'm a little surprised you didn't wrap some gifts in their exact shape Will," You tease, "Although I doubt I could actually tell what it would have been if you did." You chuckle and Will rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, well for your information I tried my damn best to do this ok? I should have just used bags." You smile at him and pull him into a hug.
"I love spending winter nights with you Will. And not just because you keep me extra warm."
"I love being with you in general Y/n. I just love you."
"I love you too Will." You hear Hannibal enter the room and you sit back up. He's got a slight smile on his face.
"Well we should get to unwrapping." He picks up one box for you and one for Will, handing them both to you. Will unwraps his first to find a beautiful painting of his dogs. He did have to give them up, but it was to Alana and Margo who are taking great care of them now. Will smiles and runs a thumb over the frame the paining is in.
"Thank you so much Hannibal." He says.
"Of course Will." He replies. They look to you and you open your smaller box. You're careful not to tear open the wrapping paper because it just looks to beautiful to ruin. You find a small velvet ring box underneath the black paper. You open it to find the most beautiful ruby ring. Knowing Hannibal it has to be real and probably very old. You carefully take it out of it's box and slide it on your ring finger.
"Oh Hannibal. It's so beautiful."
"I bought it back in Italy many years ago. I'm lucky it's your size." A big stupid smile spreads across your face as you look over at him.
"Thank you so much Hannibal. I love it." You can't help but keep staring at it. How the red gem catches in the light so beautifully. It really is just too much, but you know Hannibal has amazing taste. Will gets up and grabs two of his gifts. He hands one to you then one to Hannibal.
"I'm sorry it's so poorly wrapped. I'm not good with wrapping gifts." Hannibal opens his first and finds a bottle of wine with a label written in a language you don't speak. But he smiles at this.
"Sternenklarer Himmel," He says, "German for Starry sky. 2018, very finely aged I must say Will."
"Well I flew it all the way over here From Germany just for you. With how much it cost I hope it's worth the money." Will replies. You open your gift to find a small cardboard box. You open the box to see three tickets. When you pick them up you read it's three tickets to a concert coming up for your favorite band.
"Oh Will!" You shout unable to hold back another huge dorky smile, "These must have cost so much! But I can't believe I get to see my favorite band live!" You have to throw your arms around him while he hugs you back.
"Well I had to get you something super special, because I know Hannibal is going to get you something even better."
"Oh Will don't lie! This is so amazing! Thank you so much!" You let go of the hug and get up to grab their gifts. You hand one to Will and one to Hannibal, "Now I'm not sure these will be as good as the ones that you two have gotten for me but I hope you still like them." Hannibal opens his first. In it he finds dried pressed flowers.
"These are the flowers I bought you when we first met." He says with a smile.
"They are! I dried and pressed them then put them in the frame so you could keep them forever!" You say beaming.
"Well thank you very much Y/n. These will be going into my office very soon." Hannibal looks over the flowers in the frame while Will opens his gift. Inside he finds a cassette tape decorated with paint. The word, "For Will, love Y/n" are written on it too.
"I made a tape to add to your collection. I put all of the songs that remind me of you on it." Will smiles and takes your hand.
"Thank you very much honey, I'll give this a listen as soon as I can." He sets it on the coffee table and Hannibal gets up to grab the next two gifts for you and Will. Over the next couple of hours the three of you talk and open gifts from each other.
You beam and hug both of them for the thoughtful gifts that they have given you. They hug you back for the gifts that you had gotten for them. But as the night winds down you feel yourself begin to fall asleep on the couch. Soon enough you're fully asleep. Hannibal carefully picks you up and carries you to your shared bedroom, Will following behind. Hannibal sets you in bed and him and Will soon join you under the covers.
Will cuddles up to you and Hannibal watches, soon also joining in. The three of you lay together on a snowy night. Warm in bed and full of love.
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mybuckynotyours · 1 year
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All I Ever Wanted
Pairing: sugardaddy!Bucky x female!reader
Warnings: None really, pure fluff! Slight mention of sex but mostly fluff.
A/N: I'm hoping that the tags will work. I'm trying to repost this. I hope you will all enjoy and thank you for reading! Any comments, reblogs and likes will be greatly appreciated!
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"Goddammit!" You heard as soon as you walked into Bucky's lavish mansion.
As you had agreed a few weeks prior, you and Bucky were spending the holidays together.
You could not wait to burst out through the university doors as soon as the last lecture finished. That day you were too giddy and excited to focus on anything. Your mind was consumed with all sorts of thoughts on how you and Bucky will spend the Christmas holidays.
He had told you that he had to attend to some engagements to which you were definitely being dragged along with him. You were not to leave his side, as per his insistence and you were certainly not complaining nor disobeying.
You were spending the holidays like any other couple would. You went together Christmas shopping and you even went Christmas tree shopping because Bucky begged you for your opinion. He told you that he never actually bought a Christmas tree by himself, he had always just found it all put up and made up pretty with all the lights. But, this year was different. He was adamant to be involved in the whole process, so long as he did it with you.
So far, the holidays were magical. You were living your cheesy, girly dream. Living with the man that you so much adored, getting to cuddle together till you both fell asleep at night, cooking breakfast together, dancing in the living room before dinner. It was truly one of a kind, which made your heart yearn and ache for more. You had been thinking so hard, trying to prepare yourself for one of the hardest conversations of your life. You wanted to open your heart to Bucky and tell him exactly how you were feeling.
So one morning, just after breakfast you decided to go for a walk to collect your thoughts so that when you'd get back, you will address the damn elephant in the room. Bucky must feel the same way, he must. He has been doting over you every second of the day. Surely, these feelings are not one sided.
Hearing him huff and slam his palms on the kitchen counter seemed to be a bad sign to stir up this kind of conversation, as you walked into the kitchen.
Bucky seemed frustrated, his floofy hair out of place and his beard seemed even thicker. He was still quite the sight to see, even in just a plain black jeans and dark blue polo shirt. You wanted to continue staring but his growing annoyance was unavoidable.
"What's wrong Bucky?" You managed to say a bit too timidly for your liking. The way he was acting was making you nervous, especially since you had a plan to which you wished to execute but perhaps it had to happen another day or never.
"I'm sorry." It was as if he didn't  notice you immediately as he jumped a little and withdrew back to rest against the kitchen sink, away from whatever was pissing him off. He didn't even look at you. You could see how his glare intensified, as his eyes squinted, focusing on the object of his irritation.
"Bucky?" You repeated again, pacing slowly towards him, stopping right in front of him.
"What has gotten you so worked up?" A while ago, all you could see was a small mess on the kitchen table. You spotted a pair of scissors, tape, red and purple ribbons and the Christmas wrapping paper, which ultimately covered the whole table.
You put two and two together as soon as it hit you and burst out laughing at him, clapping a little in the process.
"Oh my God! You're trying to wrap the presents by yourself?" You exclaimed in between laughs, trying to breathe but was a little hard. It was just so amusing, looking at a scolding man-child Bucky.
"I'm helpless! I tried but, I can't!" He was failing miserably at trying to defend himself, clearly.
"I have no clue how to wrap presents." He scolded again, folding his arms against his chest.
"You're being a big baby. Wrapping paper 1, Bucky 0." You laughed out loud again, amusing youself some more.
"Help me out instead of all this teasing, it's not fair!" He protested as he unfolded his arms to latch onto you by poking your sides. "C'mere." He joined in laughing as he wrapped himself around you, entrapping you in his embrace.
The laughing was dying down as you tried to catch your breath. Your head was resting against his broad chest, occasionally stifling a giggle and wiping your teary eyes.
"That was good, a really good laugh. You made cry!" You chuckled again, looking up at him.
"I did, did I? Well, later I'll make you cry but the sentiment's going to be a tad different." He winked at you before baring his teeth with a wolfish grin.
Your stomach was doing backflips as you caught on what he meant. You weren't sure whether he would make you cry out with pleasure or cry out desperately for release, perhaps the latter since you teased him so much. Bucky always managed to remind you who is ultimately in control in this relationship and you loved nothing more than to be reminded. He knew exactly how to tame his little vixen under the sheets.
"Let me show you how to wrap up a present at least?" You managed to say, trying to stay focused. It seemed impossible. The presents, his sexual innuendos, everything was becoming a distraction, your mind was floored.
"No, no, besides, it's just the one present." He detached himself from you, putting a slight distance. He rubbed the back of his neck as if he was about to make a decision about something. He wasn't looking your way as he did. His eyes were downcast, before he tilted his head a little to the side to look at the object that a while ago was downright frustrating him.
He moved further away from you, taking a few steps to the kitchen counter. You had turned your head around to watch what he was doing and turned your body around to continue eying him.
He turned around to face you, both of you standing in the middle of his kitchen. For some reason the room seemed to become smaller as a certain silence filled the room.
You were both staring at each other, without saying a word. Bucky was looking at you - it seemed different from all the looks he usually gives you. His expression was unreadable, the anticipation intensified.
He closed the distance between the two of you by capturing your lips with his as one of his hands cupped your chin, his thumb brushing your cheek as he deepened the kiss.
You loved the way he would always kiss you, so attentive and passionately. But somehow this kiss felt different. It seemed to carry more weight and meaning to it that you could hear your heart hammering in your chest. It was an all consuming kiss. Bucky was kissing you with everything that he's got, showing you more. The more you so want, more than anything in your world.
"Bucky." His name escaped your lips breathlessly as he pulled away. He wasn't too far. He gently kissed the tip of your nose and then your cheek, before he pecked your lips once more.
"Mmm." His strong body vibrated against yours as he murmured your name between kisses.
"I've got you something." He announced with a whisper.
"It's the first of many." You frowned a little at that. He had already given you so many gifts through the duration of your arrangement.
"I hope you'll like it." He finished as he placed a thin, long rectangular velvety box into your palms. The box was dark blue, matching the hue of his eyes at that moment.
You passed another look between the box and the man in front of you before opening the lid.
A soft gasp escaped your lips as you had never seen something so beautiful as this in your life and all for you. Did he mean this moment when he said he'll make you cry? Wait no. Oh my god.
A diamond necklace laid inside the box. It looked so delicate. You could not accept this. The little beads of diamonds, side by side - it was perfect.
"I can't. Oh my. Bucky." You held a hand up, your palm covering your open mouth. "Too much."
"Please." He hooked his index finger under your chin as you felt him lift your head to gaze into your eyes.
"You mean so much to me." He said so effortlessly, it was giving you the confidence to speak up and speak your mind.
"Daddy, this is all I ever want. I mean- you, this...us." You bit on your lower lip as the words escaped you.
"I know, babygirl. I love you." A single tear ran down your cheek as your stomach fluttered with excitement.
"You read my mind today." You managed to chuckle in between tears as Bucky's soft lips touched your forehead.
"I wanted to say something for so long. I'm sorry. It's been a...long while, to be exact." He sighed against your hair.
"Me too. There's no need to be sorry." You smiled warmly up at him.
You heard him profess his love for you, he was giving you a diamond neckless and he was being so tender. Just like a scripted story in a movie, except this was now, actually, your reality.
"I love you too, daddy. Thank you. This is the best Christmas ever." You continued to beam before once again closing the gap between the two of you to kiss him with all that you've got.
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mitsuyaya · 1 year
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[ 21:57 PM ] hayakawa aki
☆༉ contains: spoiler for anime watchers, character death, angst, delusions, just pure angst
☆༉ end note: don't mind the errors i just want to get this out of my system, I'll edit it in the morning (hopefully)
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Clouds obscure the glowing full moon, hiding the twinkling stars, masking the light with darkness, making the surrounding more gloomy and lifeless than they already were.
Your shaky, shallow breaths and the crunch of your footsteps on the leafy undergrowth are the only noises that filled the barren woods. During the daytime it was kept to the public, covered with yellow tapes that reads, ‘Do Not Cross’ — but when night comes to nigh, it's free to lurk around, it's free for your eyes to wander on. 
Each step you take, deeper into the heart of the forest and into the designated place you would always go to – your eyes caught the sight of blue ribbons tied around the trees. 
Aki – he was the one who put it there, saying that it's your landmark so you wouldn't get lost. 
He said it's because you have no sense of direction, often losing yourself at the mall or in any place you would go to. It's his way of looking out for you, he says.
Exhaustion is catching up on you, from the whole day you keep on working up to this point – your legs are already trembling, knees gradually giving up the longer you try to walk around.
No worries, it's only a matter of time til’ you see him again.
It's only a few meters, a few minutes til’ you see the person your heart constantly longs for.
Hayakawa Aki, the man who tied those blue ribbons in the tree, the man who would always lead you to the forest — he was the man your heart calls for every night, every day.
He's the man you see in your dreams and in the corner of your eyes, the owner of those blue eyes that you always find yourself drowning in.
Aki, the man your body, heart and soul always yearned for.
“Finally, I'm sorry it took me longer to arrive.” Your lips curved into a small smile, exhaustion long gone the second you arrived at your destination.
“Did I make you wait?” taking a deep breath, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat, you steal a glance at the man you fell for time and time again. 
He didn't change, he's still the same guy you saw the last time, though he's a little quieter than he was before, he's still the same guy you love.
“I've been doing well these past few days, are you proud of me?”
That's a lie.
“I gained weight and even finished my chores.”
And another.
Your head tells you to stop talking, to look at your companion and open your eyes to reality. The reality that he's dead — Aki’s dead.
But your heart tells you to hold on, keep breathing this cruel fantasy, keep fooling yourself that it's all but a dream — and the guy you love is still alive, still beside you and listening to your every word.
Your heart tells you to keep loving him, to continue loving him despite the way you lose yourself in the process. 
“I don't want this anymore Aki, what do I do?”
Talking to his grave or this made up tomb you made for him is futile. Your pleas and questions won't be answered—none of it would have a chance to be solved unless you accept the truth. 
The truth that he's not by your side anymore.
Leaning your head back, watching as the clouds disperse and let the moon glisten, a tear fell from your eyes.
“I miss you Aki, I wish you're here.”
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okay so I saw your post about, mean dom Kai after coming home from a bad day at work, and it was genius... but imagine, him coming home from a bad day of work only to find you had a worse day, and suddenly He's the one crying under You. Like the Switch in people in power just changes so fast. One moment he's teasing you, and the next. You have your hand around his neck, and... 😮‍💨😫 the whines that leave him 🙌 the sobs as he Begs you to let him cum. The way he squirms beneath you. His hands which are now tied to the bed post with pretty ribbon pulling in a desperate attempt to touch you or himself, he doesn’t know which. Pretty eyes looking up at you so pleadingly. Lips pouting and swollen. So hard beneath you, that you can him throbbing. Telling him to shut up and be a good boy,before finally sinking onto him.
Sorry this is so long, I got way too into this and my fingers wouldn't stop typing. 😔
😮‍💨 Satan has a special place in hell for me. Simply waiting for me to move in.
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He's so perfect 😌
I don't regret sharing this
omg are we all in a subby kai mood today or something jskasd love it
(i luv this cause i'm a firm believer that he's a switch depending on the day, mood and situation - like this man adapts and plays every role WONDERFULLY. messy desperate sub? check. mean hard dom who'll fuck your brains out til you're blue in the face and covered in bruises? check. soft dom and king of loving sex and body worship? CHECK BABY! in a goofy playful mood with no real dynamics, just two horny lovers with silly best friend energy? he's got it in the bag. i truly think he's just down for whatever, he'll try anything once LOL)
ANYWAY I DIGRESS LETS GO!
mm kai being in a bad mood already, man needs to get his dick wet ! he knows you'll be down for it, you always are - but when you walk into the kitchen where he's throwing dinner together and look like you have a thunder cloud over your head .. his priorities change a lil
he knows it feels good to just let loose and channel your bad day into railing your partner, and he loves when you dom him anyway~ so maybe his bad day could be fixed by you taking the reigns and taking it out on him hehe
so after eating dinner together and venting out all of your frustrations of the day to each other, he'd get a little touchy-feely jskjdk a few kisses here and there then suddenly you're in bed making out as usual. kai teases you a little as he normally does, but when he notices you aren't biting back or even willingly submitting - he puts his idea into action.
"'m all yours for tonight honey. i'll be good i promise. use me however you like."
and that's all it takes for you to roll him over underneath you and secure your hand around his neck. "thank you baby boy~ be good for me and i might let you cum."
kai is already losing his shit bcs you're so hot like that LOL
absolutely nearly finishes untouched the second you pull the ribbons out to tie him to the headboard LMAO completely underestimates just how mean you can be when you're in that dom headspace~~ he suppose he deserves it after he's had you in that very position countless times hehe
he'd start crying sooo quickly. he's so hard and frustrated when you start grinding on him while you suck n bite his neck and scratch red lines into his chest. you'd keep his sweatpants on him and get completely naked above him so all he can do is watch you play with him with glassy eyes, unable to touch you or keep quiet at the little stimulation you give him. whenever he whines or complains you give him a little slap to the side of his ass, or maybe to his scratched-up chest >.< "good boys are patient. if you want a reward you better be good."
that shuts him up quickly !
but ask him to beg ,, and boy will he beg. "please fuck me. please.. need to be inside :("
the pout on his lips is too much to deny, so when you finally pull his pants down and sit on his lap with his dick nestled inside you he moans like you've never heard before. "that desperate huh? pathetic. you wanna be good then you won't make a sound. one peep and you won't cum tonight, got it? shut up."
and he nods like a sad puppy. your pace is brutal and he has to bite his lips to keep himself from whining. when you feel him start to twitch inside of you and his face scrunch up in concentration, you ask him to beg again ! because who wouldn't when he looks so pretty pleading for mercy muahaha
he'd let out all of his pent-up whines and moans as he begs you to let him cum with sickly sweet words ~~ "'so good.. please! please let me cum! so warm n pretty, can't help it.. please 'm being so good!"
so you can let him ! or have some fun and ruin his orgasm muahaha
either way kai checks out, cum leaking from his dick while his head spins - you completely stilled on top of him and crying thick salty tears from his disappointing (or fantastic depending on how ur feeling hehe) orgasm. when he finally opens his eyes after having them squeezed shut and seeing the fire still burning in your eyes and the sadistic smile on your lips.. he knows he got himself into a doozy of a situation ~ but that's exactly what he wanted 😌
MAN IMS ORRY THIS HALF TURNED INTO A WHOLE ASS DRABBLE subby kai got me feeling feelings today fhuedjwk thbaku for sharing this i am screaming !! so many thoughts
and it's okay, i belong in hell too we can hang out together and talk abt subby switch kai 😋💗
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