#and remember there's still brownies on a side table lol

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

WIP Thursday

Agi and Emmrich smut? YUP.

His hands fell to her wide, soft hips as he bent to press kisses to her neck. “How scandalous, Miss Aldwir. You would have your suitor act like a brute?”

She gasped as he pinched her ass. “You naughty man! You know full well I mean for you to get out of all these lovely clothes.” And they are lovely. All his clothes are so fancy and make him look even more handsome. Everything has a significance. “I want to see you.”

“As you wish, sweet angel.” Emmrich pushed down her panties and watched with the sexiest smirk on his sexy face as she, for the third time, tossed her last item of clothes in the hamper. “Ah, but now the real question, my love…how do you want me?”

Truthfully, she had imagined how she wanted Emmrich in excruciating detail.

Self-doubt, my old friend.

Blushing madly, she crossed her arms over her ample chest as he began to undress. “Are you sure I won’t be…um, too much if I’m on top? I don’t want to hurt you.” WHAT IF I CRUSH HIM!?!?!?!

Or would he like it?!?!?!

Stop thinking so much, Agi!

Her lover stopped unbuttoning his shirt and glanced back at her, frowning. “Dearest, please believe me when I say you’ll never be too much for me.” Oh Emm, you’re the best. “My darling girl,” he quirked an eyebrow and did the cute shoulder neck thing he does. “You’re not the most substantial lover I’ve had.”

WAIT.

“What?!” Agnes squeaked, her eyes wide. “I’m not?!”

Kicking off his boots, he undid his trousers. “My sweet, loathe as I am to speak of my past lovers, I will mention one to reassure you.” Oh dear, I know that look. He’s going to tell me something so insane that it’s going to break me. He pushed down his trousers and smalls. He then stepped out of them and leaned close to her ear to whisper, “One of my lovers, a very dear man, was considerably larger than you, darling, and we managed quite well with me on the bottom. He penetrated me effortlessly. In short---you’re fine, dear.” Oh. My. Goodness. I… He gave her a quick kiss on her deeply flushed cheek and then pinched my ass!!!!! EMM!!!!! “And speaking of fine, might I comment on how pretty you look right now? Between your makeup—”

“Neve did it.” Because as much as I love Mum, she can be a bit heavy handed with makeup.

With his free hand, he brushed the backs of his lean, long, perfect fingers against her face. “Your makeup, your blush, how the light illuminates you…you’re glowing, my love. Full of light and love and life…” He dipped his head to press several kisses along her neck and jaw. “Queen of my heart, you’ll never be too big for me. More of you means more of you to love, my sweet.”

Words began to spill out of her before she could stop herself. “How are you real?” One of her hands caressed his cheek. “I didn’t think anyone like you existed.”

“I assure you I’m quite real.” His eyes were twinkling, and a smirk tugged on his lips. “Real and ready to serve, darling.”

Serve.

Serving is being hard as a rock apparently!

She did the only thing she could think of in this situation. I pouted…because I know he thinks it’s adorable! “Don’t tease me, Emm.”

He found the pulse point on her neck and kissed gently. “I wouldn’t dream of it, dear. Do you want me to lie down? You said something delightful about being on top earlier, and I so wish to experience that with you.” With one last kiss, which earned him a moan, he stepped back and laid down like the sexy, elegant man he is, and he is so hard. My goodness. With his lithe form on display, she could not help but drink him in. Just for a second. He’s so handsome. “Darling?” Emmrich called to her, extending a hand towards her.

This is real.

He’s real.

He loves me.

He’ll love me no matter what. It was at that moment she squealed happily and practically bounded towards her bed. Straddling his narrow waist, she peppered his face in kisses. “I love you. I love you so much. I want to make you feel as wonderful as you make me. I want…”

[the-witty-pen-name]

So I love to bake and I think the trope “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” is so cute! Could you write something where the reader has always had a little crush on the sheriff but she assumes he doesn’t know who she is so she tries to get on his radar by continually stopping by the station with something sweet to thank him for all his hard work. But unbeknownst to her, Lee has been head over heels for her since the moment he first met her and he’s just not good with feelings so he’s always awkward around her. Just a whole bunch of angsty fluffy pining on both sides 🌸🌸🌸

Ahh this is so cute!! And I absolutely love this so much!!! This will end up being something longer but here is a little drabble I came up with in the meantime! Thank you for sending this idea to me!

I am still on hiatus (I know, I know... why am I here posting if I’m supposed to be on break lol the answer is- I have zero self control.) and after posting this little tidbit I’m going to continue with my school stuff and be back with the next chapter of the Nanny on Saturday as promised! 

The temptation to log on and read my asks got too tempting and this is the result! Plus I’m ahead of schedule with work and decided to take a small writing for fun break... now back to work for me lol 

Enjoy! xx

Sweethearts

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader 

Warnings: none; fluff; mutual pining

Word Count: 777

“Thank you,” you smile when someone holds the door open for you on your way into work. Between your purse, the large stack of piles you brought home to work on last night, and the Tupperware of baked good for the office, your hands were full. The woman arriving at the same time as you, who you recognize from the secretarial pool on the second floor, was nice enough to wait and keep the door open as you scurry inside.

“What did you bring today?” she asks with a knowing smile and you smile sheepishly.

“Just some muffins,” you shrug, “I heard they had a really difficult case they needed to work over the weekend.”

“You bring things all the time though,” she observes with a smile.

“I just like to bake,” you shrug, “and it’s all too much for just me.”

“Well, everyone loves it,” she praises, making you grin, “I think especially the Sheriff.”

“It’s all for everybody,” you reply with a chuckle. Had you been that transparent? Perhaps to everyone except Sheriff Bodecker.

Ever since you started working at the Sheriff’s office, you’d always brought in sweets and other baked goods for the office. One of the deputies joked and called you a “serial baker” and there was definitely some truth behind the playful jab. As time went on, you would be lying to yourself if you denied the fact that you began to harbor a crush on the Sheriff, going out of your way to bake things you knew he liked, and even sometimes brining things in just for him.

Today was no different as you walked in with the container of blueberry muffins tucked under your arm. You knew they were his favorite. Outside everyone’s own offices, there was a table set up in the hallway that housed a coffee maker and disposable cups that was for everyone at the station. You dropped your things off at your desk, and then brought the container over to the coffee station. Using one of the small paper plates, you took one of the bigger muffins of the batch and brought it over to Lee.

You knocked gently on the closed door, until you heard him from the other side say it was okay to come in. He’s sitting at his desk, filling out a report and he hasn’t looked up from the paperwork yet. His brow is furrowed in concentration and he bite his lip as he finishes up whatever he is writing.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you say shyly, the sound of your voice making his head snap up in attention. His eyes widen slightly, and he clears his throat as he adjusts his tie.

“N-no, no you aren’t at all,” he stutters, clearly a little flustered.

“I don’t want to take up your time, I know you’re busy,” you say shyly, “I just wanted to make sure you got one before they’re all gone.” You leave the muffin on the corner of his desk. He can barely mumble out a thank you before you disappear back to your desk, not wanting to get in his way.

Lee stares at the muffin on his desk and he curses for missing another opportunity to talk with you. It took him a couple of weeks to realize, but he has been head over heels since your first day. He remembers passing you in the hallway as you were getting a tour of the place from one of the secretaries. Without a doubt, you were the prettiest thing he’d laid his eyes on and soon enough the Sheriff found himself harboring a crush on you.

It didn’t help that you were absolutely the sweetest thing to have walked into his life in years. Not only your sweetness, but all the treats you’d make and bring in? A way to a man’s heart, especially Lee, was his stomach. He was beside himself, a completely babbling fool in your presence. He knew you were way too good for him, but sometimes he let himself think he had a chance with a girl like you.

Muffins one day, the next week homemade donuts, chocolate cake, then the most delicious fudgy brownies- and you always went out of your way to bring him something if he hadn’t gotten the chance to get something himself. He wanted to think you were bringing things in just as a way to talk to him, or maybe get his attention, but he didn’t let himself buy into that fantasy for too long before the work on his desk directed his thoughts away from you.

Every interaction with you had Lee tongue tied.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

you make loving fun

pairing: frankie “catfish” morales x f!reader

warnings: none

a/n: the title comes from a fleetwood mac song. not surprising at all lol.

Frankie never really understood why you liked grocery shopping so much, but he loved how excited you would get. You always had a list but ended up getting much more than you needed.

“You never know,” you’d tell him. And he went along with it because he loved you and you were almost always right.

“We should get brownies. I’ve been craving brownies,” you said as he pulled into the parking lot of the store.

“With walnuts?” he asked, and you nodded excitedly. “All right, baby. Let’s do this.” He always made it sound like you were going on some kind of mission.

The first thing you did was grab a cart, but Frankie decided to be playful today. He eyed you and you eyed him and before you knew it, you both were running towards the cart return trying to see who would grab one first.

“Ha! It was me, Frankie! I got here first!” You began pushing the cart towards the store and he ran up behind you, wrapping his arms around you before placing his hands on top of yours, helping you push. “Are we gonna walk like this the whole time?”

“Is there a problem?” he asked.

“It looks like we’re stuck together like some weird alien or something.”

“Stuck to you like glue, baby.” He kissed your cheek. “Besides, I still don’t think I’m as stuck to you as those jeans are,” he said before tapping your bottom and moving to walk beside you.

“They’re not that tight.” You looked down and pulled on the extra fabric at your thighs. “See…there’s some room.”

“Hm…not much. And I’m not talking about there so much as I’m talking about here.” He poked your butt and you gasped then giggled as you walked into the store.

“Hands to yourself or I’ll get security.” You pointed at the sleeping man sitting at a table by the door and Frankie burst into laughter.

“Oh, I’m terrified. Please don’t.” He put his hands up in mock surrender.

“Come on.” You head down the aisle and, of course, what you need is on the top shelf. You’re sure Frankie can see you struggling and when you look at him to ask for help, he’s standing there, arms crossed, smiling. “Frankie…”

“I just love watching you stretch like that.” He walked over and sneakily squeezed your butt before reaching what you needed easily.

“Okay, you creep,” you teased.

“Oh, I’m a creep now, huh?” He grinned and held you close.

“Yup.” You tapped his bottom this time.

“Nothing there, remember?” He chuckled.

“It’s enough for me, my love.”

“You have enough for the both of us and those people over there.” He nodded towards another couple down the aisle.

“Shut up, Frankie,” you laughed. He took your hand and kissed it as you pushed the cart again. “It’s hard doing this with one hand.”

“Let me do it then.” So, he took over, still holding your hand as if letting it go would hurt him.

“How come everything I need tonight is on the top shelf?” you asked as you struggled a bit. Frankie was busy trying to figure out which Pop Tarts he wanted. “Uh…mi amor…”

He looked up and immediately put the boxes down to help you. ���Shit…sorry, babe.”

“It’s okay. The s'mores ones are better,” you said pointing at the box.

“You’re right.” He put them in the cart.

*

After getting everything you needed and more, you waited in line with Frankie standing directly behind you, giving your cheek little kisses whenever he could. You giggled and the cashier looked at you and smiled.

“Y’all are so cute,” she said.

“Nah, she’s the cute one,” Frankie said. “I just got lucky.” Another kiss to your cheek.

It was your turn to pay for the groceries but as you went for your wallet, Frankie cut in front of you and handed the cashier some cash.

“Frankie!”

“You can pay me back.” He looked at you and winked. He put the bags in the cart and you both said goodnight to the cashier and walked out. “Come on.”

“What?”

He tapped the lower bar of the cart with his foot. “Stand there and hold on.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Come on.” He was serious.

“You better not let me fall,” you warned as you stood on the lower bar and he put his hands on the cart on either side of you. He began pushing slowly but soon you two were flying through the parking lot, laughing, and whooping. When he finally stopped at the car, you both were out of breath from yelling and laughing so much.

“I think I see why you enjoy grocery shopping so much now,” he said.

“You make it fun for me. Everything is more fun with you,” you told him.

“Really?” he asked as he put the bags in the car.

“Yup.”

He closed the trunk then wrapped his arms around you, kissing you deeply.

“Are we really making out in the parking lot of a grocery store?” you asked.

“Romantic, huh?”

You played with the super soft hair at the nape of his neck. “The most romantic.” You kissed him again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[g0ldengubler]

Chapter 10 ~ Strawberry Avalanche

A/N: AAAAAAA hey besties i'm baaaaaack! honestly, i lost all motivation for a couple of months, especially because wattpad is getting censored. i was scared that this story was going to be taken down, but now i've decided to keep going. Thankfully, this series is also on here so if nauseous is taken down on wattpad it will be here safe and sound. Also shortening chapters has been a nice thought. I'm sorry this one sucks i'm kinda rusty and this is more of a filler/catch up, but we're back at it again boizzz! Also, thank you so much for over 900 followers! Really really crazy but i'm so glad you guys are enjoying my fics. And I'm really glad everyone enjoyed lunchtime! I didn't think it would get that much love as I thought that kink wasn't something others would be into so I am planning on writing more one shots with other kinks I have. Things are just about to get good in nauseous...ok anyways i love uuuuuu <3

Category: Angst (??...yeah sure we'll go with that lol)

CW: Talks of cases; talks of murder

Summary: It's time to go back to work, and oh boy are they in for a "treat"

Word Count: 1817

masterlist

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Every time your alarm rang, you quote Cinderella at it, groggily saying, "Oh, that clock. Old killjoy." You hate waking up early, as sleep was such a beautiful thing in your book. When you were asleep, you were at peace, as if everything that had happened that day whether good or bad just went away. You were free in your dreams, running around like a child in a field of lavender. You had that dream here and there before you met Spencer. When the feelings for him grew over the course of a week, you started getting that dream frequently instead of waking up thinking you didn't dream or remembering a weird one. He would show up as a shadowy figure on the other side of the field and you would run over to it until you woke up once the figure turned around.

After you two made it official, the blur of the figure disappeared and turned into him. You would run as if it was the speed of light towards him, and he would turn around in a lilac colored cardigan, barely hiding the huge grin on his face. Spencer would pick you up around your waist and lift you up as he spun you around. Right before you kissed, however, you woke up. You were into the meaning of dreams, so you thought that at the right time, the kiss would happen.

As you got ready for the day, you couldn't stop thinking about the past month. You remember meeting Spencer and how your heart skipped a beat when your eyes first met in the conference room. You remember getting drunk and high with the team and how your boss was pretty much the life of the party without really meaning to. You laughed to yourself as the thought of Spencer high on edibles at Rossi's came in. He ate a whole brownie before Garcia could give a warning and once it kicked in it was hard not to laugh at his goofiness as he would only talk about Star Trek the whole night. He could've had the whole pot of spaghetti his munchies were so bad.

Garcia crept into your brain again as you got in your car. That night, instead of Spencer coming in to clean you up, it was Garcia.

With a wet washcloth in hand, she stood by the door and saw you on her bed, the laughter and voices echoing down the hall and into the room. You tried to cover yourself but she waved her hand away.

"Sugar cakes, don't worry about it," she said, walking over and sitting in front of you on the side of the bed. In a comforting way, she put a hand on your leg, rubbing it gently, "I'd be mad if it was other people on my bed going at it like rabbits. But you two? I don't seem to feel any steam coming out of my ears."

"Are you sure?" You asked, embarrassed, "I'm so sorry, Garcia."

"I'm just thankful that boy genius got laid."

The two of you laughed as she handed you the cloth. You took it and began cleaning yourself up, trying to clean what fell out onto the bed. Once you were done, Garcia gave you some advil and some water as you gave her the cloth back.

"Are you feeling ok, hun?" She asked as you were sipping on your water.

"Yeah, just a bit sore but nothing I can't handle." You hand her the glass of water back and fixed your pillows so they'd help you sit up.

"Reid is a very kind and respectful guy, Y/N," she said as she softly rubbed your leg, "I've known him since Gideon brought him on the team, I know he wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

"I see that in him," you said, "When he's not ruining me he's a total sweetheart and always open to trying new things if he wants to. He's really special to me, Penelope. I've never met someone like him. He's probably the first guy to want me for everything else, like the sex is just a bonus. Men back home were never like that."

Garcia smiled as she got up, looking down at you before leaning down and kissing the top of your head. "I'm glad you're here, Y/N. You've been the last missing puzzle piece for our team since you first walked in the conference room." Then she left, probably to let you rest.

You were still for a few minutes before you decided to try and get up. Once you were able to stand, you walked slowly out of the bedroom and back to the living room, which felt like it took you years to get to. You saw Spencer sitting on the couch next to Morgan, taking a joint from his hands. You watch as he put it to his lips and inhaled, holding it in for a sec before exhaling a big cloud out. He coughed before taking it back to his lips and took a couple more, handing it over to Jj.

As you parked in the parking garage, you remembered the butterflies you felt when his eyes caught yours. Morgan had got up and helped you walk to the couch, where you lay down with your legs on Spencer's lap. That night was so magical, but now you're back to work, dreading the amount of files that would be piled on your desk.

When you got out of the elevator to the 6th floor, you walked in the bulpin thinking you'd see Spencer at his desk, but your smile faded when you didn't. You looked around the room until you turned all the way around to the conference room, seeing all your friends in the window. You quickly-but calmly-walked up the ramp and into the room with a smile on your face, yet it went away again once you felt the room, seeing all their stern or worried faces.

"Y/L/N," said Hotch, "please take a seat."

"Is everything alright?" You ask as you sit next to Spencer. He locks his arm around yours and takes your hand in his, kissing it, knowing it was a way of his to comfort you.

Hotch was silent for a moment before he spoke. "While we were on our vacation, new cases have come to us. These cases were ones we had already solved, however."

No one spoke as he explained the two copycat cases. One was based from The Fox, a case they solved years ago, but it wasn't exact. The fox was more known for killing big families but this copycat killed small families, ones with only children. The other was one you knew all too well. A few years ago, couples were left in trunks of cars, all cut up and stabbed. You studied this case when it happened, and wrote an outstanding paper on it for class.

"We now have a copycat on our hands. This investigation will be going along while we also work on other cases. If needed, protection will be put for our loved ones. That is all. So far there hasn't been one to go to, but myself and Jj will let you know if one comes in."

With that, we all slowly walked back to your desks. Thankfully, yours was right in front of Spencer's. A part of you felt safe no matter what scenery you were in. But you still felt worried. With not being on the team for much time, you were scared for your friends. Stuff like this was part of the job, but that didn't mean you couldn't be human.

One thing was lingering in your mind the whole day...Was there a deeper connection between the two copycat cases?

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Later that night, you finished your work for the day and headed home. Both you and Spencer felt too tired to do something, so you both went your separate ways. When you got home, you threw your bag and keys to a chair and fell on your couch as your dogs attacked you with love and kisses. Taking your boots off, you took your phone out and looked through your delivery apps to see if anything sounded good, but you didn't feel that hungry as you saw all the delicious options.

Remembering you had some wine on the counter, you got up and poured yourself a glass. You got changed into crewneck sweater and sweatpants that had U of M written all over it. Putting your hair up in a high ponytail, you made your way back to the couch and went through your phone, catching up on text messages from your dad, looking through memes and videos.

After a bit of time has passed, you were on your third glass and were feeling very tipsy. You turned on your speaker and went through your the music on shuffle before stumbling upon a song from high school, Strawberry Avalanche by Owl City. You hadn't listen to it or his music in years, so you decided to keep it on for old times sake. As the song got to the chorus, you felt your tipsy brain taking over, getting up from the couch and dancing along. Your furry friends-as Garcia would say-joined you as you picked up Draco's paws and gently brought him up on his back legs, while Benedict barked and went around in little circles, his eyes never leaving you.

You went to sleep after your dance party, wanting the comfort of your own bed rather than the less comfortable couch. As your children climbed on and settled down, you tried to drift off right away, wanting to go back to your dream, but you couldn't stop thinking about the deeper connection between the two cases. That feeling was bothering you beyond belief, as if it was on the tip of your tongue or right under your nose. 'They're not just copycats,' you thought, 'so then what's the other connection, if there is one?'

You sat up, letting your pillows support your back. You grabbed your notebook from the side table and pen and started writing down what you remembered from what Hotch said. They are copycats from two they have already solved. One in Detroit, the other in their own backyard. It couldn't of been anniversaries because they didn't happen on their exact days, but it could be revenge on the team.

You went deeper into the cases to feel an epiphany run through your whole body. The Fox copy killed smaller families, but the wife was left last. And in the Detroit copy, it was only straight couples and the women were stabbed the most.

This unsub was going after girlfriends and wives.

[orange-waterfalls]

I Won't Miss You Much

Illinois x gender neutral!reader

@just-bts-trash-00 ty for the prompt

A/N: the title is a lie from our very own adventurer. Illinois being a lonely boy and getting a taste of his own medicine I guess. He leaves for adventures for weeks on end and just goes "haha y/n will be fine" yeah it's not so GOOD IS IT, ILLY? sorry I'm tired. Uuuuuuh comedy??? And fluff??? I took a jab at Hallmark movies at one point lol. Rated T for cursing. I didn't intend for the end to be suggestive but I think that's what happened. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.8k

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Illinois drove back home, smiling from ear to ear. He'd just found an entire chest of treasure. Gold, silver, jewels, you name it. He'd give a lot of it to museums, like always, but even with what he'd have left, he wouldn't have to adventure for a month! A month to spend time with you. That sounded lovely.

He'd been going on a lot of adventures recently, so you two didn't see each other much. He was pretty okay with it, but he knew how much you wanted to spend time with him. This was a great opportunity. He didn't call to tell you he was coming home. He wanted to surprise you.

He pulled into the driveway, turning the car off and walking up to the door. He knocked 7 times in a rhythmic pattern. He heard a bit of shuffling from inside before you opened the door a crack. Upon seeing your boyfriend, your eyes widened and you threw the door open.

"Illinois?" You asked, confused. "What are you doing here?"

"This is my house?" He laughed. You pulled him into a hug and he backed you into the house, closing the door with his foot.

"I thought you'd be gone until tomorrow…" you said and pulled out of the hug.

"I wanted to come home early," he shrugged. "Besides, I don't have to adventure for a month." You blinked at him.

"A… a month?" You repeated with less enthusiasm.

"Yeah! So we can spend a lot of time together, just like you want."

"Oh…"

"What's wrong? Were you planning on breaking up with me?" He chuckled. He looked behind you, seeing a suitcase on the couch. He looked back at you and frowned. "Please don't break up with me…"

"Oh! Oh, no, no, no! That's not what that's for!" You reassured. "I just…"

"What?"

"I'm… going on a business trip…"

"Business trip? To where?"

"Uh… Brazil…"

"Brazil?"

"Yeah…" you said apologetically. "A client hired me to take photos… in Brazil… I'm sorry…"

"It's alright," Illinois sighed. "We can have quality time after you get back."

"I'm gonna be gone for a month…"

"What? Why?"

"They want me to take pictures of everything. Families, animals, there's a parade that'll happen… I have to be there." You checked your phone. "And I my flight leaves soon, so I have to go now." You walked over to the couch and grabbed your suitcase, then back up to Illinois.

"Alright." He nodded. You gently kissed him, and pulled away all too soon for his liking.

"I love you! Goodbye!" You said as you walked past him to your car.

"Love you too…" he answered. You put your suitcase in the trunk and got into the driver's seat. You waved goodbye to Illinois as you pulled out of the driveway and headed to the airport.

Illinois stood at the doorway for a minute. So, he couldn't spend time with you. That was fine! You were a fantastic photographer, he couldn't blame people for wanting to hire you all the way from Brazil. He'd miss you a bit, but he'd be fine. I mean, you spent days, even weeks on end without him. He'd be completely fine.

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Illinois was completely not fine. It had been three days since you left and he already felt like dying. How the hell did you last without him? More importantly, how was he supposed to survive without you?

The first day was probably the best one. He slept on the couch because of how tired he was. When he woke up in the morning, he went through the basics. He took a shower, washed his face, changed his clothes, brushed his teeth, and ate breakfast. He usually woke up before you, so he knew how to cook for himself. He was pretty awake when he got up, so he didn't make any coffee. He just made some of your chamomile tea. It was really good, he didn't know why he didn't try it before. He went through the rest of a pretty boring day. He watch TV, read a book, made lunch, watched some more TV, went through all of his trophies from adventures, made dinner, then fell asleep.

The second was a bit more chaotic. He was more tired that day than the first day, but he made tea instead of coffee again. He remembered you had told him that a brownie recipe you knew went very well with the tea, so he tried to make it. You were out of eggs, so he went to the store to buy some. Once he did, he got started on the brownies.

Now when I say he set the kitchen on fire, this dumbass set the kitchen on fucking fire.

He had made the batter and put it into a pan, and then into the oven. He decided to watch TV while he waited on the brownies. He landed on a Hallmark Christmas romance movie. That was a bad idea, because he fell asleep almost instantly.

He awoke to the smell of smoke and the alarm frantically beeping. He jumped up and ran into the kitchen. He swung the oven open and threw the extremely burnt baking onto the floor. He grabbed a nearby towel and waved at the air until the alarm stopped He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, noticing he was sweating.

"Well, that's unfortunate," he sighed. He looked at the time. 10:24. There was still time for brunch.

He decided to make an omelette for himself.

He made the omelette for the most part, and let it sit on the stove for a minute. He wanted to make sure it was just right. he walked over to the couch and sat down, deciding to rest his eyes for a minute. The brownie incident was very stressful. Yet again, instead of just sitting there, he fell asleep.

For the second time this same damn day, Illinois woke up to the smell of smoke and the fire alarm beeping like mad. this time, he didn't jump up because he didn't think it'd be that bad. he slowly walked into the kitchen and almost screamed when he saw that his omelet was currently on fire. He panicked, not knowing what to do, because you two had an electric stove. What was he supposed to do? Throw some water on it? He looked around for a moment before seeing the towel he had to use to wave the smoke away. He grabbed it and threw it on top of the piece of breakfast, patting it to make sure it died. After about a minute, he gently lifted the towel. The fire was out. He sighed and, again, waved the smoke from the smoke alarm to get it to stop beeping. Illinois quit trying to make breakfast and just took some of your cereal. He honestly thought that that was going to catch on fire as well, so he stayed a little bit away from it at all times. Once he finished his cereal and his tea, he went back to the couch and just collapsed. he decided that another quick nap was in order, given the chaos that happened that day.

The rest of the day was pretty calm. He watched TV, went to the store to buy some other food, made lunch, watched some more TV, read a book and got takeout for dinner because he didn't feel like cooking again.

The third day was the one where he finally started to feel the effects of you not being there. It was a Wednesday. You always woke up early on Wednesday. He wasn't sure why, and neither were you. But you always woke up at the same time as him and made breakfast. He always made the coffee before hand so you can be more awake. And that's exactly what he did. He woke up, went through the motions, went into the kitchen, and made coffee. He got two mugs from the pantry and set them down on opposite sides of the table. When eating breakfast, you two always sat across from each other so you could talk. Illinois poured coffee into both of the cups and sat down. He stared across from his seat at the table for a moment, seeing the empty chair, and realizing that you were, in fact, not here.

And then he broke down.

He missed you. Oh, God, he missed you so much. How long were you supposed to be going? A month? And how long have you been gone? 3 days? He wouldn't make it. He couldn't make it. He started to pace around the kitchen.

"Ok… ok… you're ok…" he told himself. "You've been away from them for a longer amount of time, you can handle a month."

But the thing about Illinois being away from you for long, long, long amounts of time was that he had something to do. He'd be on an adventure. He'd be in some temple ruins, or a cave, or something of the sort running for his life. But this time, you were the one with the job, and he had absolutely nothing to do. Illinois didn't have many friends, mostly because he adventured so much. He was honestly pretty surprised when you agreed to date him. Now he realized why you wanted to spend more time together.

Okay. Okay. This was fine. He just had to find something to do… What did normal people do when they were bored?

He went to the museum. It was pretty interesting, and they were doing a lecture on treasures that he had donated there. He figured that could be pretty fun. He soon found that trying to correct to the tour guide on every single thing he was saying was not the best thing to do, because he got kicked out.

The next day, he went to the zoo. He informs people on the different types of spiders and bats and bugs that lived in caves. Heated ventured for so long that he figured it would be smart to learn the kind of animals he'd come into contact with when he went somewhere. Everyone was very interested in it, until he decided to take a tarantula out of its enclosure. Again, he got kicked out.

Third time's a charm. The next day, he went to the park. He sat on a bench and read a book and watched the kids play on the playground. One kid walked up to him and asked him if he was in an adventurer.

"Why, yes I am," he said smugly, "do you want to be one when you grow up?"

"No, you just remind me of Indiana Jones," the child answered. Illinois' hand squeezed the book in anger.

"Well, could Indiana Jones do this?" He asked while unsheathing his gun. He shot a nearby tree a few times to make a smiley face. He smirked at the kid.

"Probably," they shrugged and walked away from him. He snarled.

"Fuckin' kids…" he mumbled. A parent had apparently called the police on him, because he ended up in jail. They told him he had a phone call, so he called Mark.

"Hey, Mark! So, uh… I'm in jail," he said, trying to keep his cool, "I need you to come get me…"

"Dammit!" Mark cursed.

"What's wrong?"

"I bet Wilford that you would get arrested a week after Y/N left." He explained. "He bet 4-5 business days…"

"Ha! Told you!" Illinois heard another voice from Mark's end of the line.

"Oh, shut up!" Mark yelled. "Listen, uh… I'll get there soon as I can. Bye." He said and hung up. Illinois sighed and slumped on a bench.

This was gonna be a long month…

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Illinois had the most boring month of his entire fucking life. For the first half of it, he sat in his living room, watching romcoms and almost crying because he wanted to be lovey-dovey with you. Why should these assholes get to be together? They were cheating on the one girl's boyfriend! She can have two spouses, but he can't be with his one?

For the second half, Illinois stopped being such a pissy little fuck and actually did things. He learned how to play the guitar, he finished three books, and he painted a picture from a Bob Ross video.

It was awful.

He was so completely bored without you. He hadn't realized how much you'd improved his life up to that point. You two had figured out how to video call halfway through the month, but you were almost always busy or asleep when he was ready. It was horrible.

But now, it was over.

You got back today.

And Illinois was fucking elated.

He jumped into his car and went through three red lights to get there, not to mention he was going 50mph in a 40mph zone. This man was going to die before he was late. He didn't even give a shit he was 5 hours early, he was gonna fucking wait for you at the airport. He brought a blanket and snacks, he'd be fine.

He took a nap after an hour, and woke up three hours after that. For the next two hours, he looked at pictures of you and thought about what he'd do with you when you got back. Finally, the time came when your plane was supposed to land. He knew it'd be a bit after that, but he stuffed his blanket and leftover snacks in his backpack and ran up to where you were supposed to enter the airport. He didn't have a sign, which he probably should have, but he'd find you soon enough. He looked through the crowd of people exiting the plane. All he saw were old rich people and young rich people. He looked across the herd of people, searching for any hint of your suitcase. You had gotten annoyed with the fact that you kept mistaking yours for other people's, so he bought you a neon rainbow suitcase. That didn't seem to be very useful at this point in time. He felt a buzz on his thigh. Groaning, he checked his phone. It was a text from Mark.

Hey! It said, Is Y/N home yet?

Illinois growled.

That's what I'm looking for.

Tell me when you see them

Sure thing. Illinois shoved the phone back into his pants, continuing his search. He suddenly saw a flash of color out of the corner of his eye. He whipped his head to the side.

There you were, trudging your suitcase along the floor. Your hair was all over the place, you were dragging your feet, and even from where he was, he saw the bags under your eyes. You were a hot mess.

In his eyes, you were an angel on Earth.

He wanted to be patient and keep up his suave persona. He noticed himself bouncing in his spot a bit, a smile forming on his lips. If he waited any longer, he swore to God he was going to explode. He eventually decided it wasn't worth it, and dashing over to you.

You were so tired. You were so, so very tired. The people who hired you were so nice, but they never fucking slept. Anytime they did something, they wanted you to take a picture of it. Mostly because they'd just gotten married, and you could respect their enthusiasm, but holy shit. Not to mention the PARADE. You got no rest. None. You couldn't wait to get home and just relax with your boyfriend…

Speaking of which, wasn't he supposed to pick you up?

You saw something coming towards you in your peripheral vision and turned, only to see said boyfriend sprinting at you. You opened your mouth to scream, but the wind was knocked out of you by Illinois pulling you into the tightest hug you've ever experienced and you simply wheezed.

"Oh my God, I missed you so much," he nearly cried, "do not ever do that to me again, please…" in response, you coughed. He realized you were having trouble inhaling and loosed his grip. He didn't let go.

"I missed you too…" you wheezed. He stood holding you for a second. A couple of girls giggled as they walked past you two. You flushed.

"Illinois, you're embarrassing me…" you whined.

"Oh?" He asked, the smirk audible in his voice. He pulled out of the hug and crashed his lips against yours. You basically collapsed into it and he had to hold you up against his body. He pulled away after a minute. You sighed.

"Can we go home now?" You pleaded.

"Of course, darlin'! We gotta spend some time together!" He answered. You let out a soft whimper.

Looks like you weren't getting your rest anytime soon.

my phone's at 5% lololol.

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1. What’s the last thing you ate? Shawarma. It was a usual meal of mine at school so I’ve been missing it a lot during this quarantine, and I was happy when my dad got me a couple ones yesterday.

2. What’s your favourite cheese? I haven’t been super experimental when it comes to cheese mainly because the better ones are a little expensive and I’m more willing to spend my money on other foods...but the best one I’ve had is feta.

3. What’s your favourite fish? My favorite cooked or grilled fish is tilapia and eel; as for raw fish I love tuna.

4. What’s your favourite fruit? I don’t really like fruit but I’m open to eating avocado-flavored things like shakes and cheesecake; and I’m okay with strawberry-flavored candy hahaha.

5. When, if ever, did you start liking olives? I’ve never liked olives. I take them out of my pizza and such.

6. When, if ever, did you start liking beer? I never *liked* beer but sometimes I’ll have a bottle if and only if it’s to socialize at a party. I just keep the grimace to myself lol because I personally never found it good. I had my first beer at Marielle’s debut, four years ago.

7. When, if ever, did you start liking shellfish? High school. That was when my palate started to expand and I wanted to try being more adventurous with food. I got into shellfish pretty early on and my mom even used to buy a kilo of mussels just for me. 

8. What was the best thing your mum/dad/guardian used to make? I love my dad’s laksa, risotto, curries, and chicken wings. My mom doesn’t cook much but I do like her spaghetti.

9. What’s the native specialty of your hometown? My city doesn’t have native food of its own; and I’m not sure about my province’s specialtes either only because cuisines from other provinces are far more popular. I can say though that most visitors who come to the country often try adobo, sinigang, kare-kare, and bulalo.

10. What’s your comfort food? Cheeseburgers, samgyeopsal, pad thai, and chicken wings.

11. What’s your favourite type of chocolate? Milk chocolate. And it gets a lot of flak because it’s not actually chocolate, but I do enjoy the flavor of white chocolate too.

12. How do you like your steak? Rare.

13. How do you like your burger? I like mine with caramelized onions, a mayo-based sauce, and brioche buns; barbecue sauce or jalapeños are add-ons I have no problem being put in my burger. I don’t like tomatoes, pickles, and lettuce.

14. How do you like your eggs? Scrambled if on toast; omelette with cheese, tomatoes, mushrooms, and bell peppers if with rice; and obviously, poached if on top of an Eggs Benedict. I don’t have a preferred style for eggs.

15. How do you like your potatoes? As French fries or mojos.

16. How do you take your coffee? If someone is making the coffee for me, I request for lots of cream and sugar. I’d drink any kind of coffee but black. If I’m at a coffee shop I typically get caramel macchiato.

17. How do you take your tea? I enjoy lemonade iced tea. I don’t really like hot tea.

18. What’s your favourite mug? I suppose my favorite is the only mug I own, which is a white mug that changes colors depending on the temperature of the drink inside.

19. What’s your biscuit or cookie of choice? I can’t stand biscuits anymore because those are what my grandma/mom packed for my recess nearly everyday throughout grade school. I don’t like store-brought cookies either because they taste super processed, but my favorite as a kid were the Presto peanut butter cookies.

20. What’s your ideal breakfast? Garlic rice, a packed omelette, and hashbrowns if I’m somewhere fancy. Scrambled eggs and hotdogs when I’m at home.

21. What’s your ideal sandwich? Monte Cristo or banh mi.

22. What’s your ideal pizza: Quattro formaggi. If we’re talking more experimental pizzas, barbecue pizza is a guilty pleasure.

23. What’s your ideal pie (sweet or savoury)? I’m not a big pie person but I do love savory a lot more, like chicken pot pie. I think most of the sweet pies out there are fruit-based anyway.

24. What’s your ideal salad? Spicy tuna salad. I’ve been having such a craving for it :(

25. What food do you always like to have in the fridge? We always have white bread, eggs, my mom’s cranberry juice, and veggies.

26. What food do you always like to have in the freezer? In the freezer we never run out of various meats and frozen meal packs, like frozen bangus, hotdogs, chicken nuggets, French fries, etc. We also often have ice cream, but it’s not a must-have for us obviously.

27. What food do you always like to have in the cupboard? Pasta, canned food like luncheon meat and corned beef, cup noodles, various condiments like soy sauce and fish sauce, 3-in-1 coffee.

28. What spices can you not live without? I can’t cook but I do know I like salt, pepper, paprika, and cumin. I’m sure I’m missing other essential ones lol

29. What sauces can you not live without? Sriracha, bagoong, banana ketchup, gochujang, peanut sauce, gravy, barbecue sauce, aioli, mayonnaise.

30. Where do you buy most of your food? My parents don’t have a supermarket preference; they just go to wherever is most convenient for them at the moment. Once I start doing my own grocery shopping though I would rather go to a supermarket where they’d have a wider selection for foreign foods, like those that would have Pop-Tarts and sriracha sauce. Just the foodie in me that constantly has to have food from other cultures.

31. How often do you go food shopping? My parents do the groceries once every two or three weeks, I think.

33. What’s the most expensive piece of kitchen equipment you own? Aside from the obvious ref or cooking range, probably the coffee maker. Not sure how much it cost my parents but it’s supposed to be branded haha.

34. What’s the last piece of equipment you bought for your kitchen? Dad bought a couple of pans because he didn’t like how our old ones were starting to get too many scratches.

35. What piece of kitchen equipment could you not live without? Refrigerator. So many things would spoil without it...that’s why when we get blackouts the first thing we worry about is how long the ref would stay cold.

36. How many times a week/month do you cook from raw ingredients? I’ve only done it once.

37. What’s the last thing you cooked from raw ingredients?

38. What meats have you eaten besides cow, pig and poultry? Crocodile, carabao, lamb.

39. What’s the last time you ate something that had fallen on the floor? Don’t remember exactly when but it has to be sometime recently. I’m not too grossed out by this.

40. What’s the last time you ate something you’d picked in the wild? I have never done this.

41. Arrange the following in order of preference: Italian, Mexican, Chinese, Indian, Thai, Sushi – Indian, Thai, Italian, Japanese, Chinese, Mexican. This question is a teeny bit annoying and a little offensive. How would you like it if I referred to American food as ‘ribs’ lol

42. Arrange the following in order of preference: Vodka, Whiskey, Brandy, Rum – Vodka, rum, (some) whiskey. I don’t drink brandy because that’s what my grandpa, who had alcohol issues, used to drink.

43. Arrange the following in order of preference: Garlic, Basil, Lime, Mint, Ginger, Aniseed – Aniseed, garlic, basil, ginger, lime, mint.

44. Arrange the following in order of preference: Pineapple, Orange, Apple, Strawberry, Cherry, Watermelon, Banana. –

45. Bread and spread: I don’t really munch on this particular food. Toast and butter is enough for me.

46. What’s your fast food restaurant of choice, and what do you usually order? It’s either KFC or Jollibee. In KFC I get a Zinger and a brownie; in Jollibee, I usually order the chicken-spaghetti set, large fries, and a Yum Burger. If they have tuna pie on the menu I’d get that too. My appetite gets exceptionally large when it comes to Jollibee hahahaha.

47. Pick a city. What are the best dining experiences you’ve had in that city? I no longer remember what exactly I ate but I had a blaaaast eating in Bali. I also had a sushi platter in Fukuoka that I’ll never forget.

48. What’s your choice of tipple at the end of a long day? I don’t drink regularly but if I’m out with friends and we want to chill after a tiring day, we get a pitcher of a mixed drink.

49. What’s the next thing you’ll eat? Eggs and hotdogs for breakfast. Probably with bread.

50. Are you hungry now? A little bit, considering it’s nearly 10 and I still haven’t had breakfast.

51. Do you eat your breakfast everyday? I’ve been having it everyday now because I’ve been home for...most of the year...sigh. But I skipped it all the time when I was in school because getting to class on time and having a clean attendance record mattered to me more than filling up my stomach. 52. At what time do you have breakfast? On weekdays I have it between 9-10 AM. On weekends when my parents are home, we have brunch instead at around 10:30-11 AM because they wake up late.

53. At what time do you have lunch? I normally skip lunch now. In school I just had tiny eating breaks throughout the day, but I didn’t have lunch per se.

54. What do you have for lunch? My usual purchases were instant noodles/kwek-kwek, tapsilog from Rodic’s, or shawarma rice. Thrived on these three for my entire college life.

55. At what time do you have dinner? 7-8 PM, depending on whenever my dad is finished cooking.

56. What do you have for dinner? My dad likes changing up our dishes everyday :) It’s one of my favorite things about quarantine. Outside of the quarantine, I’ve never had a main dinner dish.

57. Do you light candles during dinner? No.

58. How many chairs are there in your dining room and who sits in the main chair? 6 chairs. We don’t have a ‘main’ chair that’s larger than the rest, but my dad is the one who sits on the chair on one end of the dining table, or what we call the kabisera in Filipino. My mom, siblings, and I sit on either side of him. 

59. Do you eat and drink using your right hand or the left one? I use my right hand for the spoon and my left hand for the fork. I drink with my right hand most of the time.

61. Mention the veggies that you like most: Broccoli, cauliflower, lettuce, cabbage, spinach, asparagus, string beans. Idk what eggplants and bell peppers are but I like those too.

62. What fruit and vegetable do you like the least? Cucumber and ampalaya. 63. You like your fruit salad to have more: Air. Hahahaha I do not like fruit salads.

64. You prefer your vegetable salad to contain more: I love vegetables but don’t really eat vegetable salads? I don’t think I’ve even heard of those.

65. What’s your favourite sandwich spread? Whatever goes on banh mi.

66. What’s your favourite chocolate bar? Whittaker’s peanut butter chocolate.

67. What’s your favourite dessert? I really love macarons, cupcakes, and cheesecake.

68. What’s your favourite drink? Just water. Other drinks make me fuller more quickly.

69. What’s your favourite snack? Pringles, French fries, corndogs...anything deep-fried, really.

70. What’s your favourite bubble gum flavour? Strawberry, or just the original bubblegum flavor.

71. What’s your favourite ice cream flavour? Salted caramel, queso real, or cookies and cream.

72. What’s your favourite potato chip flavour? Original or sour cream and onion.

73. What’s your favourite soup? Miso. Have to have it whenever I have Japanese food.

74. What’s your favourite pizza? Already answered this, but I will always order quattro formaggi if I see it on a menu.

75. What’s your favourite type of dish? I have lots of favorites, but I think chicken curry takes the cake for me. 

76. What food do you hate? Fruits, any dessert with fruits.

77. What’s your favourite restaurant? Yabu. It’s a Japanese restaurant that doesn’t even serve sushi (because I’m still ticked off by that sushi question lol).

78. Do you eat homemade food, or food delivered from outside? These days I eat food cooked by either parent. But when I’m on my own, I buy my food.

80. Who cooks at home? My dad does most of the time. My mom will make breakfast on the weekends.

81. What kind of diet (e.g. low-fat, high-fiber, high-carbohydrate, balanced diet etc.) do you have? I’m not on any.

82. How do you keep yourself fit? I just moderate my food intake in general and make sure I stop eating once I feel full. I don’t work out or count calories and stuff.

[mxliv-oftheendless]

“Can we make cake? I like cake.” Heather & Mick? Lol. Bonding with lil' Ayesha between them with cake? 🍰🍰🍰

So this started out light and happy, then got a little angsty. But I like what I came up with, so I hope you like it too! This is set in a modern AU again, because that’s the idea I had. Put under a cut because this turned from a drabble into a full-length oneshot—in other words, another day in the life of me lol. Enjoy!

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It wasn’t too bad an atmosphere; Heather sat on one end of her couch reading a book, while Ayesha sat on the other side, leaning against the armrest and watching an episode of DuckTales, occasionally giggling at what was happening. Heather had to crack a smile whenever she heard it. She’d agreed to watch Ayesha while Demon and Vinneketh had a much-needed Date Night. 

Had she said yes rather quickly when Vinneketh called and asked? Maybe…

Okay, yes, she had. The past couple weeks hadn’t been good mental health-wise, and she knew from experience that the last thing she needed to do was be alone. So even if it was just babysitting her little niece while her dads no doubt screwed each others’ brains out, at least she wasn’t by herself. She needed distractions. 

But it seemed the universe was not on her side tonight, because she gazed uncomprehendingly at the page of her book, eyes going over the words for the third time in a row. She sighed quietly. Was it too much to ask to not feel bored and useless for once? 

“Auntie Heather,” Ayesha suddenly turned from the TV to her. 

Grateful for the distraction, Heather looked up from her book. “Yeah, sweetie?” 

Ayesha kicked her feet. “I’m bored… Can we make something?” 

“You mean like bake something?” Ayesha smiled and nodded her head. After a moment, Heather smiled slightly and set aside her book to stand. “Okay, sure. Let’s go see what I’ve got.” 

Ayesha jumped off the couch and eagerly ran to the kitchen, while Heather walked behind her with a smile. As bad as she’d been feeling lately, she couldn’t not smile around her niece. 

When she entered the kitchen, Ayesha was looking in her cabinets for something to make. Heather tried to remember whether she had anything; she used to have brownie mix, but she was pretty sure she’d used it…

“Find anything?” she asked. 

At that moment, Ayesha opened another cabinet and grinned excitedly, then reached inside. She pulled out a small box and proudly showed it to Heather. It was a box of strawberry cake mix. 

“Can we make cake?” Ayesha asked. “I like cake!” 

Heather smiled. “Sure. Let me see that.” She took the box from her niece and looked on the back to see what they would need. She had canola oil, her measuring cups were clean… did she have eggs? 

She went to her fridge and opened it to look inside. No eggs. Frowning, she turned to Ayesha apologetically. “I’m sorry, sweetie, I don’t have any eggs.” 

Ayesha deflated. “Aww…” 

Heather suddenly didn’t want to go back to reading her book. “Maybe we can ask Mick if he has any eggs,” she offered. 

Thankfully, Ayesha perked up at that. “Can we?” she asked hopefully. 

“Yeah, we can. Let’s go.” 

They left her kitchen and went out of her apartment into the hallway, Ayesha happily skipping along beside her. Heather was pretty sure she knew why; Ayesha was perhaps the one person besides Vince, Nikki, and Tommy that actually liked Mick. And besides Heather herself, of course. 

Mick, actually, had been the person whose door Heather had been knocking on the most lately. A part of her felt bad she wasn’t going to Starchild, because she knew Starchild would drop everything if he knew she was having a horrible day. But then again, it was also for that reason that she didn’t go to him; he had his own things to deal with, and she didn’t want to turn her best friend into her therapist, and also because, although she loved him platonically, he just didn’t get it. But Mick got it; he knew what it was like to be in constant pain, whether that be physical or mental. And he was always ready with a drink if Heather needed one. 

The two of them went across the hall to Mick’s apartment and knocked. There was a short pause, then Mick opened the door slightly and peered out. He opened the door all the way when he saw it was Heather. “What’s the problem?” 

Heather was about to respond when Ayesha did it for her. “Hi, Uncle Mick!” she chirped. 

Mick looked down, and smiled slightly when he saw Ayesha. “Hey there, kiddo. How’s it goin?” 

“Aiutu and Baba are spending time together,” 

“I’m watching her for the night,” Heather clarified. 

“Oh. So, what’s up?” 

“Do you have any eggs? Preferably three?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“We’re making cake, Uncle Mick!” Ayesha happily explained. “But we don’t have any eggs.” 

Mick nodded solemnly. “I see. Hang on a second.” He turned and disappeared into his apartment, and Heather heard the sound of him rifling through his kitchen. He came back a few moments later with three eggs in a plastic bag and gave it to Heather. “Here ya go.” 

Heather smiled. “Thanks. We’ll bring you a piece when we’re done if you want.” 

“Sure. Been a while since I had cake.” 

They were at her door when Mick called behind them. “Hey,” 

Heather turned to find him leaning against his doorframe. “You, ah… need any help?” he asked, a bit awkwardly. 

Heather raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. But she looked down at Ayesha all the same. “What do you think, sweetie? Should we let him help?” 

Ayesha nodded excitedly. “Yeah!” She ran over to Mick and grabbed his hand to pull him back over to Heather. “Come on, Uncle Mick!” 

And that was how Heather ended up in her kitchen with her little niece and her grumpy guitarist neighbor, keeping watch so they didn’t try to dip fingers into the cake batter. 

“Ayesha, no,” she tried to scold, but Ayesha was already licking the batter on her finger. “Don’t do that.” 

“But it’s good, Auntie Heather!” Ayesha protested. 

“You’ll get sick, and your dads will—hey!” 

While she was distracted, Mick had swooped in and dipped his own finger in the cake batter. Heather gave him a disapproving look. “You too?” 

Mick shrugged. “Hey, it’s good,” 

“Told you!” 

Heather sighed. “Fine. I was going to be the responsible adult here, but you know what?” She dipped a finger of her own in the cake batter and tasted it. It was good; really good. 

Mick smirked at Ayesha triumphantly. “We got her, kiddo,” 

Heather rolled her eyes as Ayesha giggled. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll go put this in the oven. You two go wait in the living room.” 

She had closed the oven, set the timer, and was about to join the two in the living room when she suddenly heard Ayesha’s voice. “Uncle Mick?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Is Auntie Heather okay?” 

Heather froze. There was a moment where Mick didn’t speak, then she heard him reply. “Sure she is. But you don’t have to worry about her.” 

“But she looks sad, Uncle Mick,” 

“Like I said, kiddo, you don’t have to worry about her. She’ll be okay.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive,” 

“… Okay,” 

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The trio played UNO while they waited for the cake to bake, then sat around Heather’s table eating pieces. Heather smiled, laughed, ate her cake, and tried to forget about what she had heard. But no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t. 

Your own niece can see something’s wrong with you, and she’s a child. How pathetic is that? 

Mick left after a while, and a couple hours later Ayesha fell asleep on Heather’s couch, her sugar crash helping her get tired enough to sleep. Demon and Vinneketh came to pick up their daughter around midnight, leaving with a few pieces of cake, and Heather was once again left alone. And once again, she found herself walking across the hall and knocking on Mick’s door. Mick, thankfully still awake, wordlessly let her inside. 

“I heard what Ayesha said earlier,” she said once she’d sat down on his couch. “Could she really tell? Is it that obvious?” 

Mick sat down in his armchair across from her and put his feet up on the coffee table, crossing his arms. “She could tell something was up. But that’s it. She wouldn’t know you’ve got depression, she’s just a kid.” 

“I know, but…” Heather sighed. “The fact that she could still tell something was wrong… What does that mean? Is that bad?” 

“It’s not bad,” Mick replied bluntly. “All it means is that Ayesha’s a perceptive kid. But her brain’s not gonna automatically know what’s going on. And she’s probably not even going to think about it anymore.” 

Heather thought about what he said. He was right. She sighed heavily again and ran a hand through her hair. “I guess you’re right… why am I even worrying about this? I just… I don’t want to… give her what I have somehow…” 

Mick shrugged. “Seems pretty fuckin normal to me, what you’re thinking. And I think if she did know the truth, she wouldn’t give two shits. She loves you.” 

Heather cracked a smile at that. “She does… She likes you too.” 

“Exactly. And fuck if I know how, but hey.” 

Heather scoffed at him. “You’re not so bad. You’re a grumpy old ass, but you can be pretty nice when you’re not sassing people.” 

“Pretty sure sassing people is the reason we’re friends, McMann,” 

Smiling, Heather looked up at him. “And I wouldn’t trade that for anything, Massacre. I’m glad we’re friends.” 

Mick smirked back at her, but it looked more like a genuine smile. “Same here… Nice to have a friend that actually drinks quality booze.” 

Heather laughed, then stood back up. “I think I’ll go have another piece of that cake.” 

“You should be sleeping,” 

“Says the nocturnal animal.” 

“Touche,” 

Mick walked her to the door, then watched as she walked back across the hall to her apartment. She smiled at him. “Thanks for the talk. You know I’m here if you ever need to talk, right?” 

“Yeah, I got that. Night.” 

“Goodnight,” 

And with that, Heather closed her door and went to go get another piece of cake. It actually tasted better this time around. 

[omgshewrites]

Rough Day

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k (supposed to be a short drabble but I got carried away lol)

Warnings: SMUT, tons of it. Please don’t read this if you’re sensitive or if you’re under 18. nsfw under the cut.

A/N: Reposting this because aparently Tumblr hates my guts and the original post is broken!

Hey, this is just a little one shot that I created based and inspired on the HBC week of kinks by @the-ss-horniest-book-club (which had my whole body shAKING) specifically on these posts:

Thighs

Arms

Leather

The Daddy Look

This is the first thing I write in months and I’m really happy with the final work, I hope you enjoy reading this as much I enjoyed writing it!  Also please remember, english isn’t my mother language so if you find any grammar mistakes please let me know.

Feedback and requests are always apreciated  ♡

The cold of the night was mortifying, the freezing breeze slipped through the layers of clothes feeling like a thousand needles pinching on the skin, and although Sebastian was well dressed for cold weather -jeans, and a dark sweater under a heavy motorcycle jacket- he could feel the burning sensation on his cheeks, on his hands when he ruffled with the keys of his house, cold fingers managed to open the door, warmth welcomed him.

He took off the jacket and boots, the sweet cinnamon smell of your favourite candle let him know that you were close, calling out your nickname he made his way down the hall.

“Right here, on the couch”

Following your voice he found you sitting cross legged -an oversized knitted sweater, fuzzy socks, and a frown were your outfit- laptop open with a blank document in front of you.

“Hey babe” he said leaning over to give you a peck on the lips. A weak smile formed on your lips when he sat down next to you “Rough day?” he asked and you nodded

You sighed and closed the laptop, placing it on the coffee table, beside it a bottle of wine.

“The universe has aligned to make this the shittiest day ever” handing him the bottle and an opener she said “Please, do the honors”

He smiled and opened the wine quickly, he poured the liquid into the glasses and raised his to make a toast.

“To the shittiest day ever” he said and you clicked your glasses to take a long sip.

Humming when you felt the sweet yet bold taste in your mouth, eyes closing when you took another sip. Sebastian tried not to smile when he noticed your mood switch; wine was your both your poison and medicine.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, an arm reaching out to rest behind your back, his digits tracing patterns on your skin as his thumb applied a little pressure to the hardened muscles of your exposed shoulder.

A groan in response and another sip.

“My coworker took the whole week off because her kid is sick, and she asked if I could cover her up at work so I did, I mean, I couldn’t say no right?” you asked, not really expecting an answer, he took a sip of wine “And I know she is going to make it up for me baking me brownies or something like that but now I have a shitload of work to do” you threw your head back to swallow that remaining wine on the now empty glass, Sebastian refilling it without being told as you continued, such a good boy. “But what’s worst, I have zero inspiration to start writing which makes me so. fucking. frustrated.”

You moved your head in circle motions to try relieve some of the tension, eyes snapped open when you felt the soft caress of his fingers on your nape.

Sebastian was looking at you carefully, eyes scanning your face, staying a focused for a second longer on your lips.

“Look, I know this sucks” he said “But I think you're drowning in a glass of water” another frown formed on your face quickly softened by his hand traveling to your jaw, and then the tip of his fingers grazed your collarbones “You are stressed and that is making you see things ten time worse as they really are” Narrowing your eyes you drank your wine “You always freak out because you say you have no inspiration and you often feel like shit about it but somehow you always manage to transform all that frustration in some good ass work and next thing I know is that I have my girlfriend typing furiously on her laptop at three am” He said the last thing with a smile on his face, you tried so hard not to smile at him, pursed lips and the roll of your eyes as you took a final sip of your wine and placed the glass on the table, he did the same.

“(y/n)” He called you taking your hand in his to bring it up to his mouth, placing a kiss on each knuckle “I’m not saying that you shouldn’t be stressed but hun, you’re damned talented and I know you can manage all this”

His eyes locked with yours the whole time, his body now leaning closer and suddenly you felt your body relaxing, not quite sure if it was because of the wine, the warmth that his body emanated, or the masculine smell of his cologne. He licked his lips before placing a kiss to the sweet spot of your neck and then he whispered on your ear “Let me make you feel better”

He leaned back a little and tilted his head to the side to see your face, your teeth digging on your bottom lip as you brought your hand to his face, caressing his strong jaw and scratching his beard with your nails, he tried not to moan; he loved when you did that, instead he placed both hands on your waist and in a simple swift he had you sitting on his lap.

“Ya’ know, I can give you something to write about”

He said and then he crashed his lips on yours.

Between light tender touches and soft licks a smile was shared, his hands now wandering your thighs, yours nipping his hair; he liked that too. Your lower lip bitten and then your moan dying in his mouth, getting support from his strong shoulders you changed your position from sitting on his right thigh to straddling it. Hands on his chest pushing him onto the couch, breaking the kiss just to grind your hips against his jeans, a hot wave of arousal pooling on your belly, your hands traveled down to the hem of the sweater to took it off, throwing it somewhere else on the floor.

Eyes now locked with his, dilated pupils left just a thin circle of the blue of his eyes, another buck of your hips and now a cocky smile tugging on the corner of his lip, big hands found your hips and he helped you to find a steady rhythm.

“Yeah baby that’s it” he said and you smiled  “Riding my thigh and getting all wet for me” your smile grew bigger.

“Too much clothes” you said slipping your hands under his shirt, he chuckled and wasted no time in taking it off

Fingers traveling from shoulders to chest, soft caresses against hard muscle, dipping your nails on his back enough to be painful and pleasurable at the same time, he moaned, his leg moving upwards gave you a particular good stroke, breathing getting stuck on your throat and he noticed, he always does.

The movement was repeated, his hands now loose on your hips, letting you chase your orgasm by yourself. He leaned in to place kisses on your neck, a hand now on your back holding your torso still, lips around your nipple, his beard rough against the soft skin of your breasts, placing a kiss to the middle of your chest before giving attention to the other bud.

You were close, so close you could feel yourself clenching around nothing itself. His other hand took one of yours and he leaded it to his bulge, big and hard and noticeable painful against his jeans.

“After you come like this” He said while nibbling on the skin of your neck, you unzipped his pants, palming him now through his black boxers “I’m going to take you to the bed and remind you who you belong to”

His words sinful and your moan was loud, god, this man knew every single one of your weakness, every part of your body, he read you like a book and treat you like a goddess.

You didn’t had a steady rhythm anymore, you were just grinding against him without a pattern, gasping for air and chasing your release.

A white hot feeling ran through your body and an animalistic groan left your throat, hips shaking, trying to prolong your climax

Once you were done you snapped your eyes opened finding in front of you a very amused Sebastian, he held you firmly by the waist as he stood up, your ankles knotted on his back and face hidden on his neck, he carried you to the bedroom, once there you placed your foot on the floor but your face remained on his neck, plump lips planting wet kisses to his jaw, traveling down his chest and then his abs, a low groan when you dropped to your knees.

Jeans and boxers discarded, one hand stroking his length the other one on the back of your head gently guiding you.

Mouth opened your tongue darted out and licked the slit, another groan, another lick and a few kisses to the head.

“Babygirl..” he warned you and you knew he was done playing games.

A little smile before taking half of his cock in your mouth, slowly fitting more until his pelvis was against your nose.

Mouth full of him, he felt heavy, velvety and veiny, you hollow your cheeks and bobbed your head up and down now looking at his face, a combination of concentration and lust showing, almost like he was giving you with stern look. Maybe he was.

Still bobbing your head your tongue applied pressure, his reaction almost instant; legs parted further, a strangled moan and his head thrown back.

“Yeah baby do the tongue thing one more time”

You did as you were told, disappointed when he stepped back, taking his cock away.

“I would love to come on those pretty tits but I have other plans” He said offering you a hand to stand up that you gladly accepted. “What do you think about a massage, huh?”

A smile brightening your face, you climbed on the bed and laid on your stomach, eyes closed against the pillow, the mattress dipping with his weigh and suddenly he was on top of you, knees balancing his body on top of yours.

His hands were warm and soft, massaging down your tense muscles, undoing the knots that stress had planted.

You breathed deeply when you felt his cock resting on your butt, but the pressure of his thumbs on your shoulders made you arch your back and now the tip of it was pushing into your entrance, a moan from both of you.

Sebastian leaned down to place a sweet kiss on your shoulder, a sniff of your smell and a good grip of your hips before burying himself deep inside of you.

Your fingers tangled on the sheets as he thrusted back and forth, slow and deep and you could bet he was looking down your ass at his dick disappearing into you, coming out glistening with your juices.

The mere thought of this made you moan, the snap of his hips getting quicker now, the exquisite roze of the duvet against your clit, the feeling of him taking you like this, of you being at his mercy, of him giving you all he got.

Unfinished words got lost on the cushion, soon enough you were cumming and he was biting your shoulder, grunting to your ear.

When he pulled out you whined, the lost of him being inside you made you feel empty.

Turning around you met his face, eyes now scanning your body, nipples hard and pink, abused skin started to show different shades of purple, lovebites forming on your chest and on your neck.

When his eyes finally met your pussy his adam apple bobbed up and down and he returned his gaze to your face, an innocent smile greeting him.

He leaned down, a searing kiss before he was inside you once more, hands on his back caressing and scratching as your tongue traced his neck. One of his hands holding your waist and the other one keeping your legs open.

He wasn’t being nice and soft anymore, now he had established a frenzy peace and all he could pay attention to was you. The way your boobs bounced, the slurting sounds, the way your lips perfectly shaped an O, those sweet moans leaving your mouth, or the look on your eyes, he was going to cum in any second if you kept looking at him like that.

A groan, now his hands tangled in your hair, wet, hot kisses everywhere and the burning feeling on your lower tummy long forgotten, your hole body burned now.

“Seb..” was all you managed to say between moans.

“I know baby, wait for me” he said to your ear and then placed a kiss below it.

He couldn’t get enough of you, feeling the need of your warmness, the softness of your silky walls, everytime he pulled out he wanted more.

His hips snapping fast against your own, bulky arms around you tensed when he leaned back to look at you.

“Cum for me (y/n)” voice deep like a grunt.

All the words you needed for you to stop holding back your orgasm, a strangled moan left your mouth, feet behind his back pushing him deeper, if that was even possible.

He enjoyed all of this before the final buck of his hips had him groaning low against your neck.

He stayed still inside of you, the incredibly sensation of your clenching walls around his sensitive cock.

Your blessed expression meeting his eyes, heavy lids and a pleased smile, a grin in return.

Sebastian placed behind you, arms around you again as he cuddled you, soft kisses on the crown of your head, a hand seeping to grab your boob, you chuckled before closing your eyes, immersing yourself into sleep.

[pangtasias-atelier]

I,,, forgot about Skrimir, how did I forget hot lion boy? Let's add him to the Immobile bakery au gang with Ranulf, Yarne, Keaton, and Kaden, a new addition to Corrins soft boys squad!

Skrimir has to be top 5 from RD for me. Rambunctious hot men are perf. Add some pudge to calm them down? Amazing. This also ended up really long holy crap. Not much weight gain, and no one’s immobile, for now YET cause I would love to write about that soon, I’m trying to focus on sizes and movement which I gave up near the end lol.

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Corrin lies in bed, right arm as a pillow as the morning’s rays begin their invasion of his home. The sun isn’t what wakes him up however; it’s the commotion coming from his kitchen that does.

The two of them hungry, they surprisingly woke up early to stuff themselves. Exhausted from the busy day at the bakery yesterday, Corrin somehow didn’t wake up from their slow and loud attempts to get up.

Getting closer to the edge of immobility, Kaden and Keaton practically needed help with everything. In nothing but ill fitting boxers, they sit across from each other at their huge table. To even sit close enough to reach their food, their stomachs press into the edge.

Both far hairier than the average human, they were massive. At their size, the difference was hardly noticeable but Keaton has a larger gut, the packed container resting on the table. Kaden was more gifted in the rear, his ass falling off his chair.

“That donut was mine.” Kaden shouts.

“Corrin said I could have it.” Keaton lies as he greedily licks the sugary powder off his sausage sized fingers.

“You’re a liar, Corrin knows sugar is my favorite.” Kaden complains as he attempts to stand up. Stomach complaining, Kaden remains seated.

“You ate my cupcake yesterday.” Keaton reminds Kaden. Keaton continues stuffing himself while Kaden rubs his own stomach.

“Cause you ate my pudding the day before that…” Kaden retaliates, his voice strained as his stomach requires relief.

“Yeah, and you…” The two continue back and forth about who ate what, the both of them throwing in lies here and there which neither of them catch, their intake far too large for them to remember.

Their bickering goes on, their voices reaching Corrin’s sensitive ears. Stretching, Corrin sighs as his bones crack. In nothing but boxers as well, the nights far too extremely warm to wear pajamas having two mammoths as bed partners, Corrin groggily makes his way to the kitchen. The walls as his guide, Corrin hears Kaden and Keaton quiet down as he reaches them.

“Morning.” Corrin greets as he gives a long hug to each before kissing them. Removing himself from their tempting warmth, Corrin quickly readies himself for work.

Now showered and dressed, Corrin gives Kaden and Keaton a goodbye kiss. “I won’t be back till after closing. There’s more stuff from the bakery in the pantry by the fridge. Love you.” Corrin says as he leaves with a smile and love you that Keaton and Kaden return.

Inserting his key into his bakery, Corrin thanks the heavens for Ranulf and Yarne already being there.

Done with fixing the chairs in their place, Ranulf grins as he saunters over to Corrin, tummy swaying and his tail swishing behind him. “Guess who’s five minutes late.” Ranulf says as he gives Corrin a peck on the cheek.

Corrin laughs as he returns the gesture on the lips. “Sorry. Woke up a bit late.”

“I had to wait an extra five minutes just for this.” Ranulf teases as he produces an egg tart from behind his back. Bringing it to his lips, Ranulf moans as he shoves the pastry down his mouth. Sighing, Ranulf pats his extended belly. Ranulf was clearly the smallest of the four, but he was still massive to normal standards. Walking and moving was a struggle.

Corrin blushes as Ranulf’s straightforwardness. He was always the one teasing him.

“I told big bunny back there to do the same, but he couldn’t wait to eat.” Counting down from three on his fingers, Ranulf silently snickers as Yarne replies.

“Some of us have shame.” Yarne huffs as he walks out from the backroom. Turning sideways, Corrin doesn’t miss the way Yarne’s gut grazes the side of the door. Flour all over the edges of his apron, it serves to accentuate how wide Yarne is. The ‘big bunny’ as Ranulf nicknamed him, practically needed a break or two to rest his feet. Yarne’s padded, girthy stomach was becoming a chore to be contained by his uniform. Corrin was happy to give Yarne the breaks he needed, same with Ranulf, both having chairs to sit down.

Yarne lumbers over to Corrin, his belly wobbling as he does so. “Good morning.” Yarne says as he blushes.

“Morning.” Corrin smiles as he gives Yarne a kiss. Patting his stomach, Corrin begins quickly checking over everything as Ranulf and Yarne assume their stations.

Everything in tip-top shape on time, Corrin flips the sign to open.

Saturday morning is always a different beast Corrin’s found. Today was no different as multitudes of people make their way into and out of the store, all looking for delicious treats for the weekend laziness and the appetite that came with it.

Plump regulars mixed with skinny new customers, Ranulf and Corrin help and assist them as fast as they can. The sun in its rightful place, the crowd seems ceaseless even as morning reaches its conclusion.

The Saturday morning rush melds into its sibling, lunch rush. Seeing that Ranulf is desperately trying to withhold his breath, face flushed and body relying more on the counter, Corrin lets him take his break in the backroom. Feet yelling at him, Ranulf gladly takes the chance for a sit as he goes back.

All alone, Corrin keeps a smile as he handles the customers. Lunch slowly terminating it’s socially accepted time, less people come in than leave. With a smaller crowd, Yarne struggles through the door as he helps Corrin up front.

Corrin blushes as he sees his customer’s shocked faces upon seeing Yarne. None of them say anything or take a second thought on their purchase which is a good thing.

With Corrin’s guidance at times, the both of them get through the last batch of customers with a strained smile.

No one inside, Yarne grabs the chair by the register and plops down, his stomach bunching up on his thighs as they and his ass overtake the chair. Yarne huffs and wheezes as he catches his breath.

“You did good.” Corrin praises as he brings a slice of carrot cake to Yarne’s lips.

Yarne blushes but happily accepts the treat, his stomach growling at him. Eating on the job was becoming a more frequent activity for him and Ranulf, but rarely in the front where someone could see them.

“I should check on the brownies.” Yarne suggests as he gives a couple breaths before scraping himself off the chair. A pull from Corrin finishes the job as he helps Yarne to his feet. Once again struggling against the doorway, Yarne manages to fit through.

Ranulf peeks his head through the door as he gives an apologetic smile. “Don’t tell him I work here.” Halfway closing the door Ranulf opens it to speak again. “You’ll thank me for closing this.” Door fully closed and Corrin fully confused, it takes a minute for the bell to chime as the front door opens.

“Hi, welcome to-”

“Where’s Ranulf?” The stranger inquirers immediately. Practically stomping to the register, Corrin pales as he sees the behemoth of a man before him.

Standing at minimum a head taller than him, and broad shoulders attached to muscular arms that seemingly and most likely can rip him in half. The stranger’s suit is filled out by his rippling body, the obviously tailored outfit meant to show off his physique down from his head to his toes. His long hair is pulled back into a ponytail to free up his tanned face, his chin accompanied with a slight beard.

“I’m sorry?” Corrin bravely feigns idiocy.

“Ranulf.” The stranger repeats as he glares at the closed door leading to Ranulf’s current location. “I can smell him.” As if to make his point, the stranger sniffs the air and pauses as he sniffs Corrin. “And on you.”

“I’m sorry, but no one by the name of Ranulf works here. There is a taguel who works here, Mr….” Corrin drawls off as he realizes he doesn’t now the man’s name.

“Just Skrimir is fine.” Skrimir glances at his watch and frustratedly sighs. Taking a card out of his shirt pocket, Skrimir places it down and slides it to Corrin. “When Ranulf walks back out the room, let him know that his job is waiting for him.”

Glancing at the card, Corrin grows paler at the company name. Gallian Enterprises.

“I’m sorry but no one by that name works here.” Corrin replies as he slides the card back to Skrimir.

Huffing, Skrimir snatches the card back. “Fine.” Breathing through his nose, Skrimir counts inside to ten. “Then give me a maple bar.” Skrimir breathes out as he hands his card to Corrin.

His brain slowly working, Corrin jolts as he realizes the order. “Right away.” Making sure to grab the freshest and nicest looking one, glad that Ranulf brought some earlier, Corrin gently hands it to Skrimir and tells him his total before swiping his card. “Thank you for your business.” Corrin beams as he hopes Skrimir will peacefully leave.

“Hmpph.” Is all Skrimir dignifies him with as he leaves.

Corrin remains still as he watches Skrimir leave. Door at least not shoved open, Corrin blushes and averts his gaze when he sees Skrimir angrily tear into his donut.

Yarne comes out a couple minutes after the commotion, trays in tow as he hands them to Corrin. Sitting down after the short walk, Yarne begins speaking.

“What was that all about?”

“He kept asking for Ranulf.” Corrin complains as he organizes the display case. “And he was super rude.” He grumbles.

A couple more minutes pass by before Ranulf walks out as well. “Sorry about that.” He apologizes, hand behind his head.

“You worked for Gallian Enterprises?” Corrin asks, tray forgotten.

“Seriously!” Yarne chimes in with disbelief.

“Yeah yeah. I was secretary for Caineghis. No big deal.” Ranulf waves them off as he leans against the wall, ready to sprint off if Skrimir comes back.

Yarne shrugs it off, not recognizing the name, but Corrin shouts. “You worked for the CEO? Why’d you quit!?”

“Too much work. Besides, he’s thinking of stepping down in a few years which means I’d be working directly for his nephew Skrimir.” Ranulf replies with a smirk. “And I quite enjoy working here. I got enough cash to last me a long time.”

Yarne processes the information slowly, unable to comprehend such a loss of money.

“Working for a huge company like that gets tiring. This is more my style.” Ranulf adds.

“It is your choice. I just hope he won’t make this a constant thing.”

“He might, but I talked it over with his uncle so hopefully he’ll get Skrimir to quit.”

“Hopefully.” Corrin sighs. “Let’s get through the rest of this day then.” He smiles.

——–

It’s Monday lunch that Skrimir walks again into the store. Ranulf conveniently nowhere to be seen again, Corrin grimaces at seeing him.

Thankfully, he respectfully waits his turn in line. At the register and with no one behind him, Skrimir clears his throat.

“I apologize for my behavior Saturday. I harassed you for no good reason.” Skrimir lets out as he stares at the interesting blank white walls.

Not expecting an apology, Corrin momentarily freezes before clearing his throat. “It’s okay. No harm done, right?”

“Right.” Skrimir says as he drums his fingers in the counter.

Corrin remains quiet from the awkward conversation.

“I’ll have a donut, please.”

Corrin blinks a couple times before responding.

“A maple bar, right?”

“Yes.” Skrimir sighs. The same routine, Corrin waves Skrimir goodbye as he leaves. He catches another glimpse of Skrimir angrily tearing into the donut. He looks at anything else, afraid Skrimir would catch him staring.

—–

Tuesday morning, immediately after the bakery opens, Corrin receives a call on the store phone.

“Hi, this is Gallian Enterprises, your bakery does orders, correct?”

“Yes, with enough time given.” Corrin wipes his sweaty palms as he writes down the large order listed on his notepad. “Yes, and that’ll be all?” Corrin stares at the order. It’s a huge profit, but it’s also a huge task.

“Yes.”

“And the order is for Friday pickup at 8:30am?”

“Yes.”

“And who will be picking it up?” Corrin swears he can hear a muffled voice complaining in the background.

“Skrimir will be picking it up.” Corrin holds all his strength to not drop the phone.

“Of course, the order will be ready as asked. Thank you.” Corrin hangs up as he begins working on the logistics of such an order.

—–

Friday morning unsurprisingly reveals itself to be a stressful day. With such a huge order requested by a huge company, Corrin goes in early to make sure that everything is done on time. The sun still enjoying it’s beauty-rest unlike Corrin, the brisk air served its job of waking him up.

Getting straight to work, Corrin wastes no time as he begins mixing and baking everything. Six dozen donuts, half a simple glazed flavor with a the other half being a mixture of chocolate, maple, sugar, and others. 4 dozen cupcakes, a quarter red velvet and the rest strawberry or vanilla. 5 dozen brownies, none with nuts as they made abundantly clear.

Corrin sighs as he finishes everything and manages to pack it all up nearly on time.

His break as he waits for Skrimir doesn’t last long as Skrimir enters slightly earlier, the clock displaying 8:19am.

Skrimir smiles this time, very unlike his prior two visits. His nose twitches as he catches the fresh sweet aroma wafting from the treats.

Corrin stands up to show Skrimir the order only to get assaulted with a hug. “You did it!” Skrimir cheers.

Corrin blushes.

Skrimir lets him down, a wide grin on his face. “Everyone in the office will love them.”

Corrin smiles from the compliment as he helps load them into Skrimir’s car. “Just remember to drive slowly and safely, the-”. Corrin’s interrupted by Skrimir’s laugh.

“I drive great. You don’t have to worry for me.” Skrimir leads the way back into the bakery to pay.

Corrin happily rings in the total that Skrimir doesn’t bat an eye for. Though Skrimir does have a sour look on his face when Corrin hands him back his card.

“Is everything alright?”

Skrimir taps his foot before sighing and handing Corrin a slip of paper. “Here.” Is all he says as he rushes out the bakery.

Dumbstruck, Corrin gives a wave before looking at what Skrimir left. He has a choking fit when he sees a number scribbled on it.

At 9am, Ranulf walks in, Yarne calling in sick and unable to work.

“Hey.” Ranulf lazily greets.

Corrin shakes his head before shoving the paper in his pocket. “Morning.”

Walking up to Corrin and nabbing the piece of paper, Ranulf grins. “Well well, seems your popular with everyone, aren’t ya?”

“I, uh-”

“Go easy on Skrimir, man gets crushes way too easily.”

“I, how do you know-”

“He was gonna be my boss remember. So, you like him or not? C'mon, I got a bet riding on this.”

“Kinda?” Corrin squeaks out, face too warm for his comfort.

“Damn, guess I owe Caineghis 50$. He kept blabbing on and on about how his family has all the good genes.” Ranulf smiles as he heads to the backroom, Ranulf having gained a fair amount of knowledge of baking since his time here.

Corrin waits until the bakery closes and for Ranulf to leave to even think about looking at the paper.

Paper in one hand, phone in the other, Corrin breathes deeply. A gentle knock on the door interrupts him. Corrin blushes when he sees Skrimir by the door. Opening it for him, Corrin continues blushing as Skrimir walks in.

“I didn’t receive a call.” Skrimir impatiently brings up.

“I was busy at work today.” Corrin confesses. “But I was about to call you!” Corrin shows Skrimir’s dialed number on his phone.

Skrimir grins at the little win.

Corrin winces as he speaks his next question.

“I am in an open relationship.”

Skrimir huffs as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I know, Ranulf told me. And I told him I am okay with that.” Skrimir smirks at Corrin’s dumbfounded face.

“I’m going to kill Ranulf.” Corrin thinks as he breathes deeply. “Okay, umm. I’m free right now if that works with you?”

“Wonderful.” Skrimir entwines his arm with Corrin as he leads him out. Taking Skrimir’s car, he drives them slightly out of the city and stops at a national park.

“A park?” Corrin asks as he stares at the way the flowers bend and wave in the gentle breeze.

“The office said this would be best. Do-”

“This is perfect.” Corrin laughs as he steps out, it’s been awhile since I’ve been here.”

Skrimir smiles as he opens the trunk and pulls out a picnic basket.

“Another office idea?” Corrin laughs.

“I…”

“It’s okay, it means you cared.” Corrin smiles as he leads Skrimir this time. “There’s this spot I love.” Walking up the designated path, Corrin discreetly glances around before heading into the the trees. Skrimir follows him and a short 5 minute walk downhill leads them to a small creek.

A small flat grassy area is where they mark their picnic with their tablecloth.

“This, this is lovely.” Skrimir brings himself to say as he puts out gourmet sandwiches he had ordered for this occasion.

“You’re not used to this huh? It’s okay.” Corrin pats Skrimir’s arm. A smile on his face when he sees Skrimir is now the nervous one.

“Okay. I hope you like this.”

“It looks delicious.” Corrin grabs a simple ham and cheese, and nearly cries at the way the juices fly into his mouth. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Corrin compliments them. “And they are delicious. Where’d you get these?”

“It’s a deli by the office. They have some baked goods but they’re nothing compared to yours.” Skrimir blushes from his own compliment and takes a large chomp out of his sandwich.

“Thank you.” Corrin blushes, not from the compliment, but from Skrimir’s eating habits showing themselves.

“The office loved your food.” Skrimir continues as he takes another large portion of the sandwich before grabbing another one.

“Are you okay? You seem nervous.” Corrin questions as Skrimir takes a large bite.

“I’m fine.” He nearly shouts before catching himself. “I’m not used to something so… relaxed. But I like it!” Skrimir adds, punctuated with a bite.

“I like it too.” Corrin responds, a smile on his face.

Skrimir finishes his second sandwich, reaching for a third.

The date continues along in the same vein, Skrimir too nervous. But both of them pass it enjoyably in the other’s presence. By the time the food is all gone, Skrimir having eaten most of it, Corrin begins packing up.

“Now let’s go before a ranger or someone yells at us for not being in the designated areas.” Swiftly packing it up, Corrin gives a hand to the full Skrimir.

Taking the hand, Skrimir lets out a small huff as he stands up. Both of them freeze when they hear a twig break.

Or at least what they think is a twig. Nothing moves, human or animal. Corrin looks for the culprit and pauses when he sees Skrimir suddenly seems much fuller in his midsection.

Clothes entirely intact, Corrin wonders about what caused such a thing before Skrimir confesses.

“I have gained some weight this past week.” Skrimir admits as he stares at the water. “I wore… a girdle to hide it.”

Corrin lets out a small “oh” as it registers.

“We shou-” Skrimir nearly helps when Corrin places a hand on his stomach.

“I like this.” Corrin decides to admit something today as well. It’s now or never he supposes. “But only if you like this. If not, that’s okay with me.” Corrin elaborates, not wanting to influence Skrimir either way.

Skrimir clears his throat as he takes one deep breath. “I do too.” He admits with his eyes closed, face red as he waits for some cruel laughter. Instead, he receives none, only a kiss on the lips from Corrin.

“Let’s head back then.” Corrin suggests as he leads the way, arm once again entwined with Skrimir.

The walk and the subsequent ride are relatively quiet, Skrimir’s rough grip on his steering wheel the main noise.

Aided by directions from Corrin, Skrimir stops at his house.

“I had a really good time.” Corrin gives Skrimir another kiss as he exits the car. “Hopefully the next one will be soon.” Corrin waves as he watches Skrimir drive off.

When he reaches his home, Skrimir mentally cheers when he sees a notification from Corrin.

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“Skrimir is currently in his office.” The receptionist greets Corrin on sight, his presence an increasingly common occurrence.

“Thank you.” Corrin responds. Entering the elevator, he presses the elevator button for the 20th floor. The ride is uneventful with nobody else inside. The elevator dinging, nobody bats an eye as Corrin makes his way to Skrimir’s office. A gentle four pattern knock he uses just for this, Corrin waits the okay. Hearing Skrimir’s muffled voice, Corrin smiles as he enters. Closing the door behind him, Corrin places the box of baked goods on Skrimir’s desk.

Skrimir gives a rough growl as he goes over the paperwork. Sighing, he stands up and gives a hug and kiss to Corrin.

Corrin melts into the embrace as Skrimir’s far fatter form presses against him.

It was evident that Skrimir was a stress eater, and while he could contain himself most times, around Corrin’s baking, those qualms flew out the window. The constant binging was and is taking its toll on Skrimir’s body. Completely gone were his abs to be replaced with flab that developed into a full blown stomach that hangs past his belt. His chest and arms still retain their strength but it’s hidden beneath all the abundant extra padding to soften him up. Skrimir’s face was definitely plumper and gave him a softer more approachable appearance. His legs grew out too, the constant chafing an annoyance from Skrimir.

Skrimir grew and his office and wardrobe expanded with him. Brand new chair to support his weighty and sizable self alongside a desk custom ordered so his gut wouldn’t get in the way. Skrimir’s outfits were no longer tailored exactly for him, both of them deeming it a waste with how often Skrimir grows out of them but his suits were always tailored to fit him. And they do, all leaving none of his expansive girth hidden.

“Rough day?” Corrin asks as he places a hand on Skrimir’s stomach.

“It’s better with you here.” Skrimir plants another kiss on Corrin.

“Well, I better hurry before anyone starts getting any funny ideas of what we do in here.” Corrin reprimands Skrimir as he gives him a kiss.

“I’ll see you after work.” Skrimir says, a smile on his face.

“Got it, love you.” Corrin adds as he leaves.

[t0ngue-tech]

A Whirlwind Summer

“’You’re y/n, right? Jisoo’s friend.’ Taehyung asked nonchalantly.

‘Yeah, I am and you’re Taehyung.’ You replied, placing two dollar bills and a small cluster of coins on the palm of his hand.

‘That’s me.’”

↠highschoolAU(obviiii) fluff n’ angst, lots of dialogue if yall dont mind huhu↞

word count: 15k oh my god

↠oneshot↞

a/n: THE LAST TIME I UPLOADED WAS IN DECEMBER HOLY BALLS IM SORRY LOL. ive been writing this on and off for about two months and im so happy to have finally finished it. i hope you guise like it ^-^

Summer was supposed to be two months filled with late nights and lots of leisure reading. You had plans to finally finish a book series that you started at the beginning of the year and of course, you made sure to make time in your busy schedule to hang out with Jisoo.

It was two weeks into summer and you didn’t touch the series you planned to read because your mother thought it would be a good idea to come home from work one day with a bunch of applications for a summer job. You told her that you wanted to start working in college where you were allowed to work on campus and she didn’t mind at all, so when she handed you the stack of applications, you were confused.

“It’s only for the summer, sweetheart. And after this you have some work experience.” Was her reasoning and you knew you couldn’t say no.

After filling out the applications and going to a few interviews, you ultimately decided to work at a cozy ice cream parlour that was located across the park you frequented.

It was early evening which meant there weren’t as much people coming into the parlour. Jisoo was waiting with you to finish because she was going to sleepover at your house. You didn’t drive, so Jisoo was also your ticket home instead of you making the fifteen minute walk back to your house.

“Lighten up, y/n. Sure, your summer may have been ever-so-slightly ruined, but you get free ice cream, so who’s the real winner here?” Jisoo turned a page from her book and sipped on a rootbeer float you prepared for her.

“I have books I’d rather read.”

“But you’re getting paid now! And more money means more books!”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Jisoo was right. Instead of verbally admitting it, you took away her rootbeer float and with that, you two jokingly bickered over your slight stubbornness.

The familiar jingle from the entrance door rang and a boy you both knew walked in with three kids who seemed over-excited to be there.

The boy was Kim Taehyung and the only reason why you knew him was because Jisoo had mentioned him a few times and how his friends were always hanging out near the bleachers, blastic music through speakers during lunch and after school. You never spoke to him and you’ve never really gotten in close proximity with him until now. He mumbled something to the kids he was with and strided over the Jisoo who seemed less enthusiastic about the conversation. The kids ran up to the glass that shielded the ice cream flavours and they easily distracted you from focusing on whatever he was talking about with Jisoo.

“At least just think about it.” Taehyung slowly walked towards the register where you were punching in his total.

“Five dollars and thirty-two cents.” You squeezed into his one-sided conversation.

Quietly, he reached into his wallet and brought out the exact change, recounting the cents over and over just to make sure it was correct.

“Jisoo, just think about it and if not, I’ll just relay the message to him—thank you.” He gently plucked the receipt from your hand and gathered the kids who were happily eating their dessert.

“Fine.” Jisoo sighed, not looking up from her book. Taehyung breathed a quiet thank you to her and motioned the kids towards the door.

Before you could even ask, Jisoo answered your question for you.

“I swear, Seo Joon needs to run his errands himself instead of making Taehyung do it.” She slammed her book shut. “I already told him that I don’t want to get back together.”

“Didn’t you two break up like two months ago?” You asked.

“Yes! Since he thought it was a good idea to ‘fake break up’ with me as a dare or whatever, then he’s going to have to deal with the consequences.”

“Spicy.” You commented.

“Exactly. Now, another refill on that rootbeer float because god knows I need it.”

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A new week, yet the same routine. You woke up that morning, did your usual morning rituals, and walked down to the ice cream parlour with an audiobook playing through your earphones.

Hours ticked on and families came and went, looking for a cold oasis in the heat. You were on the floor with your manager that afternoon and luckily you got along just fine with him.

An elderly woman who introduced herself as Mrs. Song was a regular at the parlour since she was a teenager. So, when she saw a new face, your face in particular, she was elated.

She came into the parlour with her caretaker every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. They sat at the same seats near the counter and ate the same flavour every visit; mint chip for the caretaker and neapolitan for Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song was a sweet old lady who easily forgets a lot of things. Whenever she saw you and Jisoo, she would always refer to you two as “sweetheart” or “deary”; you loved it whenever she called you that.

The parlour wasn’t as busy except for a few members from the city’s little league came in with their parents. Mrs. Song was reading through a newspaper and her caretaker had her nose inside of a book. You had just finished sweeping from behind the register when the bell of the entrance door rang when a familiar dark haired boy walked in with three younger kids who seemed high in spirits.

Taehyung was a stranger to you, so you weren’t looking for any sort of conversation with him. But you did have a feeling that he was probably going to ask you about Jisoo. The three kids sat on the remaining counter seats, waving sweetly at Mrs. Song who seemed excited to see them.

Taehyung approached the casing where the tubs of ice cream were and you were hoping your manager was going to take his order, but after a quick look around the room, he wasn’t present.

Good grief. You set aside the broom and glided towards the ice cream flavors.

“Hello, how can I help you?” The tone of your customer service voice disgusted you.

“Yeah uh, can I have three small cups of cookies and cream, chocolate, and rocky road.” Taehyung hummed as you reached for three cups. “What flavor do you recommend?”

You stared at the flavors for a moment before grabbing the ice cream scooper. “I personally like chestnut praline and brownie crunch.”

He nodded his head and chewed on the inside of his cheek, still indecisive on what flavor he wanted.

“Would you like a sample of both?” You asked.

“Hm, sure.”

You grabbed two plastic spoons and scooped up a tiny portion of each flavor for him to try and as he pondered his choices, you finished up the kids’ orders and set it in front of them.

“I’ll just take brownie crunch in the medium cup, please.” Taehyung spoke whilst throwing away the spoons in the nearby trash can.

As you were scooping the amount into the cup, you glanced at Taehyung who was pulling out a couple of bills out of his wallet. He looked over at the kids who were having a great time listening to Mrs. Song tell a story.

“That’ll be seven dollars and seventy-two cents.” You handed over the cup with a napkin wrapped around it.

Taehyung handed you two five dollar bills and took a bite of his ice cream.

“You’re y/n, right? Jisoo’s friend.” Taehyung asked nonchalantly.

“Yeah, I am and you’re Taehyung.” You replied, placing two dollar bills and a small cluster of coins on the palm of his hand.

“That’s me.” There was a brief moment of silence between you two as he lazily stuffed the change into his pocket. “Well, I’ll see you around. Let’s go guys.”

The three little boys waved goodbye to Mrs. Song and her caretaker. Her eyes lit up as she watched them leave the parlour. She then turned to you and said with a smile, “your boyfriend works well with kids, sweetheart.”

There was no point in telling her otherwise because she was probably not going to remember who Taehyung was the next time she was going to see him. So, you just smiled politely and wiped down the counter with a small towel.

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Your day offs never seemed to recharge your battery to its fullest capacity, but it was enough for you to wind down with a book and an iced tea.

Although today wasn’t one of those days.

It was a warm and slow late afternoon. You were sitting on a stool behind the register, reading one of your books and drinking a milkshake your manager made for you. You were heavily invested in your book that you almost didn’t hear the door open.

To your surprise, Taehyung walked in with his head down and his shoulders dipped forward. As he walked closer to the counter, you noticed multiple splotches of dirt and grass all over his clothes. There was also a fresh gash the size of a golf ball on his knee.

“Holy shit, what happened to you?!” You snapped your book shut with your bookmarker almost sliding out. He was going to take a seat at one of the stools at the counter but you guided him to one of the tables so he has back support.

“My cousin had little league practice and a some of the kids’ chaperones and I decided to have a little game of our own.” Taehyung explained and slowly lifted his injured leg to rest on the second chair you pulled out for him. “I was going for home base and slid towards it as if my life depended on it—I mean, my team won, but at what cost?” He winced as he adjusted himself in the chair.

“Hold on, I’ll get a first aid kit.” You disappeared in the back room and quickly returned with a large white box.

Cleaning up cuts and scratches was a norm for you because of how much time you spent watching your little cousins at the park. It happened so often that it became it habit to carry band aids and alcohol pads in your bag.

“So, where’s your cousin?” You crouched beside him and rummaged through the box.

“He already had plans to play video games at his friend’s house after practice so he went there and I...ended up here.” Taehyung explained squeezing his eyes shut.

“And what brought you here?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I was just walking and—ow! Fuck!” His entire leg flinched at the sudden contact of his gash and the alcohol pad touching.

“Shit, sorry! I should’ve warned you, I’m so sorry!” On instinct, you blew on his gash to cool down the stinging of the alcohol--something you did for your cousins.

“It’s uh, it’s okay, sorry. You can continue.” Taehyung tightly gripped the hem of his shirt and looked away to brace for impact, so with caution, you proceeded to clean his wound.

There were broken hisses coming from him and he squeezed his hand tighter and tighter until his knuckles ghosted white. You glanced up at him once in a while and pressed your lips together to keep yourself from smiling. This sight was a complete 180 from what you see at school; he walked around with confidence seeping from every pore and right now all confidence disappeared.

“I don’t think there’s any bandage that’s big enough for this.” You moved around some of the objects inside of the first aid kit. “I’ll just patch it up with some gauze okay?” Taehyung weakly nodded his head, still not looking at his knee. In less than five minutes, you had his knee all patched up and ready to go.

“There you go. Just don’t forget to remove the gauze and clean your cut later.” You stood up, trying to not fall over from being crouched over for so long.

Taehyung nodded and when you returned from the back room, he thanked you for coming to his aid. He limped over to where the ice cream was and pondered his choices before ultimately choosing chestnut praline in a medium sized cup.

“Did Jisoo mention anything about Seo Joon?” He asked.

You thought about a few days ago when Jisoo ranted about how she was over Seo Joon and that he wanted nothing to do with him, but you bit your tongue knowing this wasn’t any of your business.

“No, nothing new.” You handed Taehyung his ice cream over the casing.

“Well, if you don’t mind, could you tell her to lay down the line with Seo Joon please? I swear it feels like I talked to her way more than he did.”

You weren’t sure if Taehyung meant to say that outloud because this really wasn’t your business. He stabbed around his ice cream and hopped over to the counter seat. Ever since Jisoo mentioned it, you were curious yourself, so you took the chance to ask him.

“Why does he make you do it instead of doing it himself?”

Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck and you began to regret asking in the first place.

“I don’t...really know why. He asks me to do it and I just do it, I guess.” He simply stated. The tone of his voice sounded hesitant, but you decided not to dwell on it.

You hummed and made sure to receive Taehyung’s payment for the ice cream. You also hoped that this was going to be the last time you were going to have a conversation with him.

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Of course, your hopes were shot down in one blow.

Two days after your encounter with Taehyung, you were working during a mild heatwave. The parlour was busier than normal, but thankfully it was nothing chaotic.

You had just served Mrs. Song her second cup of ice cream and your manager blended you a chocolate banana milkshake, telling you to take a break. The excitement in your eyes was hard to contain as you untied your apron and sat one seat away from Mrs. Song.

She was invested in putting together the same fifty piece puzzle she brought with her every other week, so you scrolled through your phone letting her be.

“Hey.” Taehyung’s voice came from out of nowhere, startling you. “You’re off today?”

“Hi.” You squeaked. “Just on break.”

He set his phone and wallet down in front of the seat next to you and took a five dollar bill as he walked to the register.

Not even five minutes passed and Taehyung slid onto the seat and stuffed his wallet with whatever change he had in his hand. Just at quick glance, you could already tell he ordered another cup of chestnut praline ice cream. Without saying another word, he took a bite out of his dessert and he mindlessly stared at the menu of other items that were sold at the parlour.

You took another quick peek at Taehyung who had the front of his hair tied messily into a short ponytail on the top of his head. The tank top he wore was slightly damp on the backside and his shoulder glistened whenever the sun or the ceiling lights hit it at a certain angle. The weather outside was scorching and you were grateful for being in a closed air-conditioned space.

The milkshake you were drinking was already halfway through and you didn’t even realize it. You were too focused on whether or not you should talk to Taehyung. It still felt awkward for you to start a conversation with him because, to put it simply, you really didn’t know how.

Conversations with Taehyung only happened by chance and out of pure convenience, but this time you weren’t behind the counter to serve him ice cream and he wasn’t writhing in pain from some sort of injury.

Duh, ask about his knee.

“How’s your knee?” You asked shly. Talking to him was also not necessary, but you felt compelled to do so.

He looked down which made your head automatically tilt downward; a layer of what looked to be fresh gauze was wrapped around his right knee.

“I have to limp around because of the gauze but other than that, it’s alright.” He twisted his leg to showcase his bandaged injury. “Thanks again, by the way. My mom thought nearly fainted when I got home.” Taehyung laughed as he said that which gave you leeway to laugh as well.

“Why?”

“She thought I got into a fight during my cousin’s practice especially because of all the dirt on my clothes.” Taehyung laughed with his entire body, almost falling over. “She look mortified. So we went out to buy gauze that night.”

“Your mom sounds like my mom. My mom tends to overreact even when it’s slightest injury.” You smiled to yourself.

“I know what you mean. They’re a bit dramatic, but they mean well.” Taehyung mixed around his ice cream. “It also doesn’t help the fact that I’m an only child, so I’m always getting the lecture ‘Taehyung, you’re my one and only baby blah blah blah.’”

The look on Taehyung’s face looked rather relaxed than annoyed as he said those words. It was a bit scary how you could relate because again, you two were polar opposites. Although, honestly, it was comforting in a way.

“I feel you.” You sighed. “But Jisoo is basically treated like family in my house, so I share those lectures with her.”

Taehyung left the plastic spoon in his mouth for a brief moment before speaking. “It must be great Jisoo has that relationship with your family.” He hung his head as scooped up a small portion of his ice cream.

“But you have Seo Joon, Minho, and the rest of your friends.”

“I--I don’t really invite them over.” He explained quietly and your eyes widened.

“Why not?”

Before Taehyung could answer you, your manager called your name to take over the register because of a conference call he had to take. You purse your lips together and apologized to Taehyung for cutting your conversation short. He waved it off with a smile and continued to feast on his dessert.

As you returned to the register to take an order for a family of five, you side-eyed Taehyung who was leaned towards his right, whispering and smiling with Mrs. Song. Unfortunately, you were too busy focusing on punching in numbers to focus on what they were saying and with Mrs. Song’s memory and imagination, their conversation could’ve been about anything.

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Your next day off fell on the perfect day; the summer heat was bearable so you decided to get yourself a free refreshing milkshake from the ice cream parlour and read a book under a large tree at the park.

Music played through your earphones as you crossed the street with a chestnut praline milkshake in your hand. The summer dress you chose to wear was a peach color made up of a very light material to keep yourself cool; it was also your favorite clothing item.

The park wasn’t overly crowded which was perfect. There were some families having picnics, kids were running all over the playground, and there was a group of people off in the distance. Near the entrance was the most exquisite looking tree that provided the right amount of shade in all angles and you automatically gravitated towards it.

You packed a large blanket in your satchel and as well as a second blanket to cover your legs if you decided to lie down because even if you were wearing safety shorts, you knew better. The slightest breeze, a perfect tree, a milkshake, and a good book made up your day off and you couldn’t be any more happier.

After switching your position a thousand times, you decided to sit cross legged to keep your dress pinned down with your milkshake in between your thighs. You mindlessly played with the tassels that surrounded your blanket and continued to read your book.

The sudden drop of a heavy object next to you scared you out of your wits and the milkshake you secured almost spilt all over your blanket. Heart racing, you looked up to find Taehyung looking down at you with a boxy grin plastered on his face. A skateboard was the object that had dropped on the grass beside you and he then stripped himself of the flannel he was wearing to cover a spot on your blanket for himself to sit on.

“A warning would’ve been nice.” You sighed, placing a hand over your chest. “And you could have just sat on my blanket.”

Taehyung slid his shoes off to imitate your position and sit cross legged as well. “I’m probably covered in dirt. My cousin had practice down there and we decided to have another baseball match.” He moved his limbs around for you take a look at his skin. “No injuries, just dirt.”

“Good.” You smiled and tried to focus on your book, but Taehyung continued to distract you by ripping out the grass beside him. The one thing that didn’t sit right with you was how did Taehyung spot your from all the way on the other side of the park? And even if he was able to recognize you, why was he sitting with you?

“Is that book for school?” He asked, taking a peek at the cover.

“No, just for the joy of reading.” You closed the book realizing there was no way you could stay focused. “Is the little league still practicing?”

“They should be done right about now. The team is going to the community pool and my cousin is sleeping over a friend’s house after.” Taehyung explained. “I was about to leave and then I saw you sitting all the way over here--why are you all the way over here?”

You laughed and took a sip out of your milkshake. “It’s a nice tree to sit under, wouldn’t you agree?”

Taehyung stole the condensated cup out of your hand and proceeded to drag out a long sip of your drink making your jaw hang.

“Yeah, it’s a good spot.” He nonchalantly said before leaning back to lie down. “And that’s a really good drink. Since when could you turn chestnut praline into a milkshake?”

You clenched your fist to stop yourself striking his stomach. “It’s literally on the menu, Taehyung. ‘Turn your favorite flavor into a milkshake.’”

Not a single word was breathed out by Taehyung for about two minutes, which was odd. Maybe it was the right time to continue reading.

“You know,” Taehyung started.

Or maybe not.

“I don’t know why, but it sounded different when you said my name.”

“How?” You scrunch your eyebrows together because what he said made no sense. It was his name. Why would it sound any different? “Did you want me to call you something else?”

“No, no, y/n. ‘Taehyung’ is fine.”

Taehyung never mentioned anything else after that. He laid there with his eyes closed and you didn’t know when, but he fell asleep at some point. You glanced back and forth from your book to him just to check and make sure he was still sleeping. It was difficult to not be hung up over what he mentioned, but if he wasn’t going to expand more on his thoughts then maybe it wasn’t important.

You stayed at the park for almost an hour; you even finished your book. It was tempting to not wake up Taehyung because he looked too peaceful to disturb, but it had to be done. After shaking his leg a few times and quietly calling his name (you were now feeling self conscious about the way you said his name), Taehyung woke up in a hazy state.

Taehyung assisted you in folding up your blanket and before gesturing you to leave first, he said, “see you.”

No “see you tomorrow” or “see you next week” just a plain “see you.” When were you going to see him again? Who knows.

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“Are you sure you don’t need a ride, y/n?” Jisoo handed you a paper bag and you handed her a rootbeer float in return.

You had thirty minutes till 9 pm which meant thirty more minutes till you could finally lock up and go home. Since you worked a long shift, Jisoo agreed to pick up a book from a bookstore that you preordered.

“Yes, Jisoo. It’s a nice night. It’s perfect for walking.” Jisoo blew her bangs upwards, obviously concerned about you walking home so late. “All of the late-night restaurants on this block are still open and I have my emergency whistle.”

You were stubborn, of course, Jisoo knew that first hand. So, she reached over the counter to squish your cheeks together. “Okay, fine. But you better text me when you get home!”

“I-prom-ise.” It was your turn to reach over and squish Jisoo’s cheeks.

“Okay. I have to go.” She released your face and held yours hands instead. “If anything happens—“

“Call you, yes, mom.” You gently pushed her away and laughed. “Just go, Jisoo.”

As Jisoo stepped backwards, she pointed towards her eyes and then towards yours indicating I’m watching you. But she meant that in the most endearing way possible. She was the sister you’ve always wanted, but god knows your mom wouldn’t know how to properly handle the both of you. So being friends was the best thing the world could offer.

Right before Jisoo’s entire body left the entrance, she was speaking to someone at the door and you could already tell who it was in your peripherals; none other than Taehyung. He waved at Jisoo then turned on his heel to greet you. You weakly waved at him because you were too distracted by Jisoo flailing her arms and giving you a thumbs up before fully skipping out the door.

“Hey.” Taehyung handed you a five dollar bill and at this point you didn’t need to ask him about his order. “Are you closing?”

“Yeah. My manager had to leave early because his babysitter couldn’t stay long today.” You handed him his chestnut praline ice cream in a medium cup. “What brings you here?”

He shrugged his shoulders and took a large bite of his ice cream. “It was a nice night, decided to go for a walk.”

“A walk?” You questioned. “To the ice cream parlour.”

“Not exactly. Just, you know, around. Then I saw Jisoo through the glass and then I saw you.”

His words were casual, but he was everything but. He stared at the menu, indenting crescent shaped marks into the peaks of his ice cream with his spoon. You were trying your hardest to not make the atmosphere weird between you two, but Taehyung was already way ahead of you.

Taehyung sat quietly at the counter as you wiped around the register until he offered to help you clean up the parlour after he scarfed down his ice cream. You protested, reminding him that you were the employee but he kept his hand out, waiting for some sort of cleaning instrument; it takes one to know one, so you knew he was going to be stubborn if you didn’t comply. You eventually handed him a broom and dustpan to sweep up dining area while you took care of the areas behind the register and back rooms.

Cleaning with Taehyung felt almost therapeutic because he turned played some piano jazz from his phone to keep a gentle ambience for cleaning. He cracked jokes here and there but majority of the time was spent tidying in comfort.

“I guess I have to pay you now for helping me.” You joked, getting ready to lock up.

“I’ll take half of my payment in the form of free ice cream tomorrow.” He said quickly.

“And the other half?”

Taehyung turned the open side around to read closed and pondered his options. “I get to walk you at least halfway to your house since it’s late and all.”

You had to admit, you were grateful that Taehyung offered to walk you only half way because you didn’t feel comfortable revealing your home to him just yet. You were also convinced that Jisoo probably put him up to it since they spoke a little at the door, but when you brought it up to Taehyung, he denied the assumption.

“Hm.” You bit the inside of your cheek. “Okay, but only halfway.”

Taehyung trotted down the sidewalk beside you with his arms gently swaying at his sides. All the street lights were all working properly and just as you told Jisoo, the restaurants and pubs along the walkways were also quite lively; this made the walk a little less awkward.

But talking won’t hurt either.

“Did Seo Joon talk to Jisoo yet? Because she hasn’t mentioned him lately.” You asked.

“I honestly don’t know. He hasn’t said anything about her either.” Taehyung kicked a rock off the curb. “In my opinion, I think he’s wasting his time.”

You threw your hands up in the air in relief. “Exactly! Jisoo and I say that all the time. We don’t know why he’s always making you guys constantly ask Jisoo to give him another chance when she said no many times.”

“Yeah. No means no.”

A cyclist with a headlight was approaching ahead of you and on instinct, Taehyung tugged you by the hand to make more room for the man to pass through. As he biked past, he quickly yelped out a thank you and sped off into the night.

“At least he had the decency to say thank you.” Taehyung whispered.

“Y-Yeah.” You tried to stifle the stutter in your voice as you wriggled your hand out of Taehyung’s.

He could have easily grabbed your forearm or even simply tell you to move to the side. Instead, he boldly took your hand into his and even held onto it for about five more seconds after the cyclist biked past.

For the rest of the way, you two remained silent only increasing the awkward tension. Even after thanking him and saying bye, you couldn’t stop think about holding his hand. It was annoying because you had no reason to be thinking about it this hard. It annoyed you so much to the point you called Jisoo as soon as you got him because god, you felt like you were going crazy.

“I can’t say I’m that surprised, y/n. When I asked what he was doing at the parlour he said he wanted to see you.”

You quickly sat up on your bed and practically yelled, “really?! But why?!”

“Who knows and I don’t mean to offend you in any way, I promise but, isn’t that kind of weird?”

“No, I know what you mean.” You scratched your head and fell back against your pillows. You obviously didn’t know Taehyung as long as Jisoo had, but you never saw him flirt much with other or even just hang around with other people besides his crew.

“If he’s trying to flirt with you, he’s doing a bad job.”

“Jisoo!”

Jisoo laughed in your ear. “I’m kidding, y/n. But honestly, Taehyung is nothing like Seo Joon’s dumbass, but just be careful.”

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Maybe talking to Jisoo was a bad idea. The whole day at work you couldn’t stop thinking about holding hands with Taehyung and hearing her words be careful. She was just being protective of course and you weren’t going to stand there and lie to yourself and say that Taehyung isn’t a good guy. You only thought that way in the beginning because he hung around Seo Joon, but so far, Taehyung has been nothing but nice to you. But Jisoo was right, you had to be careful.

You drummed your fingers against the countertop. There had been multiple moments where you zoned out because of your own thinking. It had to stop.

“Hi, y/n.”

But how could it stop when you owed Taehyung free ice cream.

“Hey, Taehyung. Your ice cream is ready and waiting.”

He sat patiently at the counter and you caught him smiling at you while scooping the ice cream into a cup.

“Are you closing again today?”

You looked at the clock behind you.

2:32 PM

“No, I opened, so I’m getting off at five.”

Taehyung mouthed the word five and took a large bite out of his ice cream. He sat in silence while you cared for other customers that came in. He even smiled and waved at one of the toddlers who shyly hid behind her father’s leg. Taehyung cooed for her to give him a high five and after making some embarrassing faces, she emerged from her hideout and skipped over to give Taehyung a high five.

You couldn’t help but smile. Taehyung outside of school was a whole new person. He seemed more independent and gentle rather than the rowdy demeanor he gives off at school.

Why was someone like Taehyung hanging around a jerk like Seo Joon? Seo Joon had an inflated ego and believed he could have anything he wanted. Taehyung, on the other hand, was the complete opposite--although, you couldn’t say much because you never spent a significant amount of time with him.

God, y/n. It’s sounding like you want to spend more time with him.

“Are you busy after work, y/n?” Taehyung wiped his mouth with a napkin and inched closer to the register.

You gave it some thought. “No…? No, I don’t think I am. Why?”

“Well…” He started off quietly. “The little league is having a late practice and I was wondering if you wanted to come by and watch.”

Just when you were thinking about spending time with Taehyung, the universe read your mind. It was a very tempting offer and this would give you a chance to get to know him better--in a friendly way of course. So, you happily accepted and he gave you instructions to where he would be at the park for you to find him.

“I’ll see you later then, y/n.” Taehyung discarded his trash and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah.” You breathed. “Bye Taehyung.”

As Taehyung started to walk out the door, he looked back to wave and the smile he wore looked genuine, making you smile unknowingly.

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The next few hours flew by in a blink of an eye. One second you were refilling the sugar cone stack and next you were walking out of the parlour with two chestnut praline milkshakes in each hand. The milkshakes were a last minute idea, plus a ziploc bag of snacks in your satchel.

The dim rays of the sun hit your skin, but it wasn’t as hot as noon time. You passed through area of the park where most families were stationed--near the playground and bathrooms. Just beyond that was an open area where you spotted the dugout and playing field.

The closer you got, the sight of children running around with their baseball gloves and their parents watching from the side. You walked around the large diamond, past the dugout and found Taehyung sitting cross legged on the lush grass. He was cheering on the team and in the midst of that, your presence caught his attention.

“Y/n! Hey!” He called out with a boxy grin.

“Hi.” You waddled over and handed him his milkshake before sitting beside him.

“Thank you, but you really didn’t need to.” Even if he said that, he excitedly took a long sip out of his refreshment.

“It’s still warm out so I thought this would help while we watch--oh! I also packed some cookies.” You pulled out one of the ziplocs filled with a mixture of oreos, chocolate chip, and shortbread cookies. “We crush them for toppings.”

Taehyung smiled gratefully and proceeded to pull out an oreo. He then pointed out his cousin and explained their current game plan. You had little to no knowledge about baseball and Taehyung patiently answered your questions to the best of his abilities.

“Wow. So did you play baseball too?” You asked.

“No. I actually didn’t play much sports. I just learned from my cousin’s dad because he coached a little league team on the side before his firm skyrocketed.” Taehyung told you stories about his childhood and how he was intrigued with baseball despite never being on a team. He laughed while telling you that the reason why he never joined his uncle’s little league team was because his mom didn’t want him to get hurt.

“And apparently she still carried on the same ethic as you went onto high school.” You joked.

“Yeah, yeah she did.” Taehyung let out a deep chuckle. “How about you? Any sports?”

You scrunch your nose and shook your head. “I was, and still am, a bookworm.”

The parents and other spectators began to cheer and on an instinct, you and Taehyung did the same even if you two had no idea what was going on with the game. After the cheering died down, Taehyung smoothly continued the conversation.

“What kind of books do you like to read?”

“I like young adult fiction and psychological thrillers.” You answered shyly.

Taehyung raised his eyebrows and popped a shortbread cookie into his mouth. “I would have never guessed that you liked to read psychological thrillers.”

“Do I look that much of a goody two shoes?”

“N-No, of course not. It’s just that...uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to fish for words that wouldn’t offend you.

“I’m kidding, Taehyung.” You snickered. “I know I don’t look like it, I own a lot of psychological thriller books. It’s unbelievably captivating. ”

“Well, maybe you could recommend a book for me. I don’t read much and you seem to know what’s good.”

Naturally, your eyes lit up. Jisoo didn’t prefer psychological thrillers because she got nightmares easily and your other friends weren’t as much as a bookworm as you were. “Yeah, of course. I’d probably have to look through my selection to find something that’s not too scarring for you to start with.”

Taehyung settled his his milkshake in between his legs and fiddled with his fingers. He stared up into the cotton candy sky for a brief moment. “Maybe we could, I don’t know, exchange numbers so you could let me know when you found a book?”

You weren’t going to sit there and lie to yourself and say that his request didn’t make your heart skip a beat. Things weren’t being rushed, right? It was just his phone number. It’s not like he was asking you out on a date on the spot.

“Sure, yeah.” You gave him your number and within seconds, you received a text that contained a string of book emojis. “I guess I’ll start looking through my bookcase when I get home later.”

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After that early evening at the park, you and Taehyung texted almost everyday. He still came by to visit you at the ice cream parlour. Most days he came with his cousin and his cousin’s friends and other days, he came by on his own. Whenever he visited when you worked the closing shift, he always walked you halfway home; it sort of became a ritual.

This type of connection with a boy didn’t always come by, so it was something you gladly and cautiously shared with Jisoo. You expected her to be hesitant about the whole thing, but she was completely on board the ship. She was still reminding you to keep yourself guarded, but she promised to be supportive no matter what was going to happen between you and Taehyung.

You lended Taehyung three of your books since then and after he completed a book, he would rant to you about the plot, certain characters he disliked, and he even told you that he was a slightly paranoid for two nights; you did warn him about that.

The air was oddly cooler that evening which made it a pleasant walk home. Your dad was picking out a bottle of wine out of the mini fridge in the dining while you were splayed lazily on your sofa, returning texts from Jisoo, Taehyung, and your dad--as a joke.

“How was work, sweetheart?” He asked.

“Kind of slow, but I got to try out some flavours that the parlour is going sell during the fall.” You flipped over onto your side and scanned his bottle choice. “Why don’t you go with chardonnay? It’s mom’s favorite and she’s been working long hours this whole week?”

Your dad stared at the bottle of cabernet and nodded his head. “You know, your knowledge about wine is concerning.”

“You and mom are wine drinkers, of course I would know.” You laughed.

Jokes were exchanged between you and your dad while the smell of garlic and basil floated throughout the room. You were having a great time teasing your dad that you almost didn’t noticed your phone vibrating on the sofa.

“Hello?”

“Hey, y/n. Sorry, are you busy?”

“No, no, Taehyung.  I’m just at home. What’s up?”

Taehyung never called you, so this was a curveball.

“I’m actually going to sleepover my cousin’s house tonight and tomorrow, so I wanted to return your book and borrow the next one before I head over there; just so I can have something to do to pass the time while I’m there.”

“I--uh,” You glanced at your father who was mixing what looked to be like a pasta salad. “Yeah, you can stop by. I’ll text you my address and just let me know when you’re here.”

This would be the first time Taehyung would be anywhere near your house. He always walked you halfway, never two-thirds or three-fourths of the way. You were nervous, probably for no reason since he was only dropping off a book.

Ten minutes, you received a here text that was accompanied by a smiley emoji. You already informed your dad, so you skipped outside to find Taehyung standing awkwardly next to your mailbox.

“Hey, did you walk all the way here?”

“Nah, skateboard.” Taehyung moved to the side the reveal his skateboard that was planted on the patch of grass surrounding your mailbox. “Here you go.”

Taehyung handed you the novel in exchange for the next book.

“So, how’d you like it?”

Taehyung blew out a breath and shook his head. “That...was quite the read. I wasn’t expecting her to be the cult leader’s daughter like what?!” He expressed his shock by flinging his hands out in front of him. “And that chase? I was clenching my ass cheeks reading that part.”

You laughed, recalling how your entire body seized up reading that exact same scene. “Yeah, I know exactly how you feel. I finished this novel in one day.”

“Damn.” He breathed. “How about this one--The Dead House? How is it?”

“I guess you’re going to have to read it to find out yourself.” You smiled slyly at him and he scoffed with a similar smile.

The sound of a car pulling in caught both of your attentions. Your mother waved at you through the windshield and exited the car. On the inside, you were desperately praying hard for your mom to not embarrass you in any way.

“Hi honey.” She slipped a swift kiss to your cheek and stuck her hand out towards Taehyung. “And you must be Taehyung. Y/n tells me that she’s been recommending you books.”

Taehyung nervously wiped his hand at the bottom of his shirt before making contact with your mother’s. “Y-Yes, ma’am. That’s me, I’m that Taehyung.”

Your mom smiled sweetly at him and then turned to face you. “Well honey, why don’t we have Taehyung for dinner? Unless you have somewhere else to be.”

Your jaw hung open and you exchanged glances between your mom and Taehyung. You shrugged your shoulders and nodded your head towards him. “Are you busy?”

He also shared anxious glances towards you and your mom before answering. “No, n-no. I’d love to stay for dinner.”

Anxiety built up as you watched Taehyung shake hands with your dad. They knew he wasn’t your boyfriend, but the only reason they were this excited was because you haven’t had a single guy come over for dinner since your freshman year. There were fifteen minutes left on the oven, so your mom, being as sweet as she was, instructed you to show Taehyung your bookcases.

“Wow.”

Taehyung scanned the walls of your room that were splattered with a pale yellow and white paint that were designed in vertical stripes. The floors of your room were a mahogany wood that was consistent with your entire house and in the middle of your room was a pearl white coffee table sitting on top of a large dark gray circular rug.  There were two bean bag chairs surrounding the table and small stack of magazines on top.

Beside your desk in the corner of your room were two large off-white bookcases; it looked as if you were almost in desperate need of a third one. He tiptoed over and gently ran his finger over a couple of the spines of a row of books.

“I never pictured your room to be like this.” Taehyung commented.

“And how did you picture it?” You sunk down onto one of the bean bag chairs and he followed in suit.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Bigger? And maybe...light purple?”

You threw your head back and laughed. “I like things comfy and cozy. When we first moved here, my parents wanted me to take the office room down the hall, but apparently I threw a tantrum because this was the room I wanted.”

“You threw a tantrum? Now that is something I have to witness.”

“No, no it’s not.”

For the next fifteen minutes, you answered Taehyung’s questions about your room and even shared stories from your childhood when you first moved in. He learned that you’ve lived in this house your entire life, but only started attending your current high school at the beginning of freshman year because your dad switched office locations.

“Do you miss your old friends?” He asked quietly.

“I do, but I mean, we still talk frequently so it’s not as bad as I thought it was going to be.” You explained. “And plus, I’ve made amazing friends at our school.”

Taehyung flashed you the shyest smile before hiding it behind the back of his hand. Your statement was meant for your girlfriends, but Taehyung was silently woven into it too. You had to admit, he was a great friend. Ever since you started texting him almost everyday, talking to him was so much easier; conversations weren’t forced anymore and you breathed fine around him.

Your dad called you two from the door and apologized for not asking Taehyung if he was vegetarian at the beginning. Of course, you knew he wasn’t.

The menu was baked chicken with rice and mixed vegetables. There was also a bowl of pasta salad which Taehyung become quite fond of; your dad ended up packing a small serving of the pasta to take home with him. To add on the constant generous gestures, he even offered to drive Taehyung home since the sun had gone down, but Taehyung politely declined, stating that his home was just a ten minute skateboard ride away.

“Your parents are great.” Taehyung walked down the driveway after shaking your parents’ hands and thanking them for dinner.

“They’re just being that way because you’re here.” You giggled and handed him the styrofoam bowl of pasta you held for him.

Taehyung sighed into the night sky and ruffled his hair. “Tonight was one of the best nights I had in awhile. Thanks again for having me.”

“It’s no problem at all. I’m glad you had a nice time.”

He placed his skateboard on the sidewalk and took a step forward towards you. He extended his arms outward and enveloped you in a hug which caught you completely off guard. Although, the slightest hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his torso and heard his deep laughter vibrate near your ear.

“I’ll see you later then.” Taehyung whispered, slowly letting you go.

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It was difficult for you to function for the next few days all because Taehyung gave you a hug. This wasn’t fair. How were you supposed to focus on your books and your job if you were so preoccupied with a measly hug.

Jisoo was ecstatic about the idea. She teased you about it because it had been way too long since you’ve been worked up over a guy. You almost didn’t tell her because you knew how she would react, but Jisoo was your best friend so you had to tell her.

The parlour was just starting to die down and you were listening to Mrs. Song passionately talk about her late husband and how he always brought home at least one kind of flower whenever he came home from work. Her caretaker probably heard these stories over a hundred times, but she listened and smiled as if it were her first time hearing it.

“He sounds like a great man, Mrs. Song.” You said with the brightest smile.

“Oh, deary! He was an amazing man. Find yourself a gentleman who is never afraid to show you off and show how much he cares for you.” As Mrs. Song said that, she reached over to grasp onto your hands.

“Of course, ma’am. I will.” You squeezed tightly onto her frail hands and felt your chest cave it. Meeting Mrs. Song was one of the greatest things to ever happen in your life.

Mrs. Song’s caretaker tidied up the ice cream cups and newspaper that she brought which indicated that it was time for them to head back home. They both waved you goodbye and Mrs. Song took small steps with her walker towards the door.

Just on time, you spotted Taehyung through the glass and he rushed to the entrance door to open the door for Mrs. Song. She held onto Taehyung’s hand and they exchanged a few words which were too hushed to hear from where you were. But as they were departing, Taehyung caught you staring and shot you a smile before you shyly turned away.

“You know,” Taehyung began. “Staring is rude.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh and provided him with his usual order. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Oh, can I order tubs of ice cream in advance?” Taehyung asked.

“Uh, yeah. But only in these flavours.” You rummaged through some papers that were stashed inside a compartment.

He plucked the paper out of your hands and read through the list. “I’ll take a gallon of rocky road, neapolitan, and--sucks there’s no chestnut praline.” You both chuckled and Taehyung continued to stare at the list. “And a gallon of vanilla.”

You punched in numbers into the register and Taehyung already had his card out waiting to pay.

“Having a party?” You questioned and ripped out the receipt. “Just bring this receipt whenever you come in to grab the ice cream.”

“The little league is having a celebration on Thursday because gameday is on Wednesday and the coach said win or lose, they’re going to celebrate no matter what.” He folded up the receipt and slipped it into his wallet. “My cousin begged me to order ice cream from here.”

If the two of you didn’t start texting, maybe you two wouldn’t be making jokes and having easy conversations at the moment. Taehyung had such a lovely personality hidden beneath his bad boy persona and it bothered you that he didn’t act this way in school. Would Seo Joon not want to be his friend anymore? Because that’s what high school was--a hotspot for teenagers to do whatever they could to fit in and find friends. Thankfully Jisoo’s eldest sister gave the two of you a talk about being never turning yourself into someone you’re not just to make people like you.

If only Taehyung got the same talk.

“Hey, the summer night festival is next week friday, are you going?” He asked you softly.

The summer night festival was a one night community shindig that was held the last friday before all the kids went back to school on the Monday of the following week. It had been a tradition for as long as you could remember and your family never missed the event.

“I totally forgot about that, but yeah I am. I go every year with my parents.”

Taehyung nodded his head and fidgeted with his hands. “Well, if your parents don’t mind, could I steal you at some point during the festival?”

Like a date?

The words in your head made you stop breathing for a few seconds and you were hoping your cheeks weren’t reflecting how hot they were feeling.

“I--uh--” Taehyung chuckled at the flustered look you had on your face. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure they won’t mind you stealing me, but they would probably mind if you didn’t say hello.”

“I promise I’ll say hi to your parents.” Taehyung stood up and tucked his hair back underneath his hat. “I’ll see you then.”

Out of nowhere, Taehyung slid his hand against the counter and curled his fingers around your own. He gave you a light squeeze and proceeded to walk out of the parlour.

You tried your hardest to suppress your smile at the simple touch of his fingers. It wasn’t just the touch of his fingers that sparked your smile. It could easily be a text message, seeing him enter the ice cream parlour, or sharing eye contact with you. He made you laugh easily with stories he tells and even his laugh alone was contagious. You had difficulty in controlling the butterflies inside of you every time you saw him, but granted, you were doing a fairly good job at doing so.

It was terrifying and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you liked Taehyung. You really did.

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“Thanks for bringing me along, mom and dad. I wish my parents didn’t have to finish late tonight.” Jisoo had her arm linked around yours as the four of you trotted down the pavement into the town.

“Of course, sweetheart. Just don’t forget to bring your dad some of the grilled corn this time.” Your father reached out to gently tug on a lock of Jisoo’s hair.

You had already told Jisoo about meeting with Taehyung so she wouldn’t think you’re going to ditch her out of nowhere. She, without a doubt, understood and made you promise to call her if anything went wrong. You were expecting that kind of response. It was Jisoo.

The festival had already begun. Children were walking around with their parents holding sticks of cotton candy and a balloon animal in the other. Teenagers were swarming around some of the games to win large stuffed animals for their significant others and there was also a dunking booth that the teachers from the different high school were running. The intoxicating smell of food filled the air and you could already taste the chocolate funnel cake in your mouth. After promising your parents that you would link up with them soon, Jisoo dragged you to the deep fried twinkies booth.

For the next two hours, time was spent with Jisoo eating and trying to not spend a lot of money on games you had zero skills in. Jisoo walked back to the bench you two were sitting on with two cups of iced sweet tea.

“Did Taehyung call you yet?” She asked excitedly.

“Not yet--why are you so excited about this?” You laughed and snatched your drink away from her.

“Because this is exciting! You don’t agree? But anyway, he’s probably not even here yet. I saw Seo Joon and his boys when I was in line, but I didn’t see Taehyung with them.”

On an impulse, a sigh escaped your mouth. Thankfully, Taehyung didn’t stand you up or at least you hope he didn’t.

“Did Seo Joon see you?” You asked.

“No, thank you god. I haven’t heard from him in a while so I guess I owe Taehyung one--speaking of the devil.” Jisoo pointed towards your phone that had Taehyung’s name displayed across the screen. She nudged you to answer and you hated how nervous you were feeling.

“H-Hello?”

“Hey, y/n. Sorry, I couldn’t leave my house until my dad got home. Where are you?”

You looked around the crowd to see if you could find him before he found you. “I’m sitting with Jisoo near the sweet tea and peach cobbler booths. I’m wearing a red shirt.”

“Red shirt...peach cobbler… I can’t see--oh, there!”

You whipped your head around and Jisoo did the same. Taehyung flailed around in his white graphic t-shirt and scurried along with sidewalk with his phone still pressed to his ear.

“Hi, hey, Jisoo.” Taehyung greeted while taking deep breaths.

“Hi, Taehyung.” Jisoo returned the greeting and stood up. “Before I go and link up with your parents y/n--thanks Tae for whatever you did to get Seo Joon off my back. It has made my summer a lot more relaxing.”

Taehyung cocked his head and smiled. “I, uh, I don’t really know what I did either, but you’re welcome. Maybe he just got tired of chasing? But whatever happened, it’s good to know that he’s out of your hair.”

They exchanged a few more words and you smiled at the both of them. It was comforting to know that Jisoo was able to get along with Taehyung at the moment. You remembered when you first encountered Taehyung in close proximity, Jisoo was barely communicating with Taehyung and when she did speak to him, she spoke to him in a cold manner. Now, Jisoo was laughing and making direct eye contact with the same guy.

“Geez, y/n.” Jisoo squished your cheeks together. “If I have something on my face, just say it.”

“You seriously have a bad habit in staring.” Taehyung added in.

“She does, doesn’t she?”

“Okay, okay. Don’t gang up on me.” You playfully swatted Jisoo’s hands away and jabbed a finger at each of their legs. “But, we’ll accompany you to wherever my parents are. Taehyung is going to say hi to them.”

After a few calls, your mom finally picked up and directed you three to some sort of game booth where your dad was struggling to win at least one game. Your parents exchanged greetings as soon as your dad landed a win. They briefly spoke, asking if Taehyung’s parents were around the festival too and if he had eaten.

“My parents weren’t able to come tonight and not yet, sir. I was going to buy something for y/n and I.” Taehyung was obviously still nervous around your parents, especially your dad, but it was only natural.

“Well, you two have fun. I’ll call you if we decide to leave early and don’t forget that Jisoo is here too.” Your mom squeezed Taehyung’s shoulder and Jisoo pushed you to stand next to him.

“Okay mom and yes, I won’t forget about Jisoo.” You waved goodbye with a rapid beating heart. This wasn’t your first time spending alone time with Taehyung, but this was the first time you were going to be alone with him knowing that you admitted to yourself that you like him.

Everything was going to be fine as long as you acted normal around him. This meant no stuttering and no over-selling your normality. But could you really pull this off?

“You alright?” Taehyung poked your side, making you flinch.

“Y-Yeah. I’m all good.” You answered fairly quickly.

Of course, you couldn’t pull this off.

“By the way, are you sure you just want breadsticks? The pizza here is top notch.” Taehyung swept your behavior under the rug which you were grateful for.

“Yeah, Jisoo and I ate a little too much desserts. I swear that girl can eat desserts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

Taehyung stepped to side to swiftly retrieve his order and you were able to catch a whiff of his cologne or body wash or something; it was an earthy citrusy scent that tickled your nose. After returning to you, he helped guide you through the crowd with a careful hand on your lower back making sure not to lose amongst the sea of people.

“If only the ice cream parlour was open. I could go for a milkshake.” He commented.

“Yeah, we closed early because of the festival, sorry.” You looked around the area. “They have rainbow lemonade? That sounds interesting, I mean, it’s no milkshake but still.”

You offered to make the purchase for the both of you but Taehyung constantly pushed you to let him pay for the drinks. Ultimately, he took the win for that.

The festival was still at its peak, so there were still large amounts of crowds which made it difficult to canvass the nearby spots for a bench. The park lights were still on, so Taehyung made the executive decision to park yourselves there to eat. It wasn’t as hot as most nights which made sitting at one of the picnic tables under a lampost more enjoyable.

The garlic and basil breadsticks Taehyung ordered for you were scrumptious and he even let you have the first bite of his pizza  to show you what you were missing out on. He told you about how he meant to be at the festival earlier, but his mom was still at work and his dad wanted him to wait for him so someone could be at home to watch their dog.

“Aw, you have a dog?” Your eyes lit up and you clasped your hands together.

“Yeah, our neighbor’s dog gave birth recently so he’s still a puppy.” Taehyung showed you his lock screen to present an adorable ball of fluff with the largest grin on its face. “His name is Yeontan.”

You squealed and stole his phone out of his hands. “He is the cutest! I’d give him the world if I could.”

“I wanted to bring him out for you to meet him, but we have yet to finish up his shots.” He explained, smiling at you.

“Maybe next time?”

“Yeah. Of course.” He took his phone back and stared at his lockscreen for a few seconds. “Or you could come over some time? Just so Tannie doesn’t have to leave my house.”

“I’d…” You started. “I’d love that.”

Going over to Taehyung’s house would mean that there was a chance you would meet his parents. It made you wonder if Taehyung talked about you just like how you talked about him around your family. You thought you were a genuinely good person and you haven’t done anything to hurt Taehyung at some point for him to say anything that could tarnish his parent’s first impression about you.

It wouldn’t hurt to ask, right?

“By any chance, does your parents know about me?” You cautiously asked.

Taehyung smiled bashfully and nodded his head. “My mom was pleased to know that you’re a reader and you were the one who helped me get patched up that one time. Thanks again, y/n.”

“It’s no problem. I’m pretty sure your mom would’ve had a meltdown if you went home without any bandages whatsoever.” You laughed, thinking about the times Taehyung would shake his head yet speak about his mom endearingly.

“That’s definitely true.” He agreed. “My parents are dying to meet you though, so maybe on your next day off or when you finish early, you could stop by.”

“It’s a date.”

Both of your eyes widened and you choked on your saliva realizing there was no way you could save yourself from that one. The words came out automatically and you were already used to saying it towards Jisoo and your other girlfriends, but with your feelings towards Taehyung, this time was different. You couldn’t help but think that you screwed everything up at that moment because you couldn’t distinguish the look Taehyung had on his face. You couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or disgusted.

“Y-Yeah,” Taehyung mumbled, trying to hide his face behind his hand. “It’s--It’s a date.”

It felt as if your heart was about to beat right out of your chest. You tried to justify everything by telling yourself that he was jokingly agreeing with you, but on the inside, you were praying that he meant it the same way you did.

A brief moment of awkward silence washed on shore and it almost sealed the deal in making you think that you really did screw up big time. Taehyung cut the silence in half by clearing his throat and then scooting closer to you.

“You know, y/n,” Taehyung gulped loudly and planted his elbow on top of the table, resting his cheek on his palm to look at you. “I never imagined myself spending the summer reading and constantly visiting the ice cream parlour.”

“I never expected to be working at all this summer. My mom was the mastermind behind my employment.” You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“Well, I’m glad she encouraged you to work.” Taehyung held his gaze with you. “I got to meet you.”

How could Taehyung look at you the way he was at the moment and say I got to meet you. Your face was probably beet red and you couldn’t control your smile at that point. There was a lot you wanted to say to him like I love hanging out with you and something corny like we should go thank my mom then. But you stared at him, with your words stuck in your throat and a stupid smile plastered on your face.

“I spent a lot of money on ice cream, but it was worth it.” Taehyung continued with his words, making your heart rate spiral out of control.

“You’ve become a loyal customer.” You joked, making a deep sound of laughter bubble from his throat.

“Yeah, yeah I have.” He said in between laughs. “You’re to blame though.”

“I haven’t done anything.”

“No , no, you did a lot, y/n. Trust me.”

“And what exactly have I done, Taehyung?” You asked with a mischievous tone of voice.

Taehyung moved a couple of inches closer to you and you remained still. “First of all, you patched up my wounds. You introduced me to a new flavour of ice cream, you let me borrow your books which blossomed a new interest of mine.” You listened intently as Taehyung’s eyes grew softer. “You made me smile and laugh until my stomach hurt. You also understood my weird family dynamics. I feel less lonely and a lot happier nowadays and you’re to blame, y/n.”

Each word that fell from Taehyung’s lips turned you closer and closer into mush. You were denying the obvious which was mutual feelings because your worlds were similar yet different. There was no way someone like Taehyung could ever feel an ounce of anything towards you. This was usual assumption until you got to know him personally and see what kind of boy he really was. However, naturally, you were still in denial.

“You do know what I’m saying, right?” Taehyung asked and you just slightly parted your lips, scared to say what your heart was pushing you to say. “I’m saying… I like you, y/n. I really like you.”

The oxygen inside of you became trapped inside of your chest. Out of all the things Taehyung could have said, you would would choose for him to say those words again and again. Your hands felt clammy and the rapid sound of your heartbeat was deafening in your ears.

“I just ruined things, didn’t I?” Taehyung snapped you back into reality and you noticed that he scooted a few inches away from you.

You frantically shook your head thinking that your silence ruined things. “No, Taehyung. S-Sorry, I’m just surprised that’s all.”

He nodded and blew out a shaky breath. Judging by the look on his face, Taehyung seemed as nervous as you were and you knew what you had to do to ease the tension.

“I...like you too, Taehyung.” You replied softly.

Taehyung raised his eyebrows. He then poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, exerting a breath of air. “R-Really? Are you sure?”

You laughed and lightly shoved his shoulder. “Yes, I’m sure you dummy. I’m awkward around a lot of people, especially boys, but not with you.” It was Taehyung’s turn to listen with his undivided attention. “I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately a-and you don’t even know how excited I get when I see you walk through the doors of the parlour or when you text me. My parents like you, it seems like Jisoo is becoming quite fond of you, and it’s so scary because  I don’t even think I’m your type so I hope you understand why I’m so shocked. I’m too quiet, I talk to myself sometimes--”

“Y/n.” Taehyung blurted your name out with a chuckle. “Just breathe for a second, okay? I don’t have a type. I don’t care if you talk to yourself or if you think you’re too quiet or whatever else you were going to say. I like you and that’s that.”

Taehyung cautiously cupped the back of your hand with his and looked at you as if you painted the stars in the sky with your own two hands. It was an odd feeling to have him look at you the way he did and yet, it was a reassuring feeling to know that he felt the same as you did.

The stars you apparently painted with your own hands were aligned perfectly. You twisted your hand around to have his palm up against yours until he eventually laced his fingers in between yours. Taehyung giggled softly as he gently caressed the back of your hand with his thumb.

Out of all the events that happened throughout the entirety of summer, this was easily one of your favorites.

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“Oh my god! So, how cute is his dog?” Jisoo squealed.

“Ten out of ten such a good doggo and soooo adorable!” You showcased the photos you took on your phone. There was a large section of your gallery of Yeontan in multiple angles, some were blurry from him moving around too much,  and some had you and Taehyung in the photos. Jisoo gushed over the cutest little ball of sunshine and constantly made remarks about how lucky you were to have met Taehyung’s dog.

“You’re so lucky, y/n. Taehyung is sane and has the cutest dog son in the world. I wish my parents allowed me to have a pet other than a fish.” Jisoo said as she pulled into a parking stall at school. “Remind me to get a new parking pass after school.”

You two arrived at school forty-five minutes before the first tardy bell would ring and this was for the sake of student parking. With a lot of the current seniors taking their driver’s test over the summer, it was most likely the parking lot was going to fill up rather quickly.

Before heading onto campus, you both just sat in Jisoo’s car listening to music and chatting about how exciting senior year was going to be for the both of you. Senior year meant college campus tours, college fairs, senior getaway and prom. Not only was there going to be a lot of stress involved, you made a promise to yourself to not be as stressed as you were during junior year.

“I can’t believe we’re seniors, y/n.” Jisoo sighed. “And if you’re going to senior prom with Taehyung who the hell am I going to take couple pictures with?!”

“Whoa, whoa, stop right there, Kim Jisoo. I think you’re getting way ahead of yourself.” You patted her hand.

Jisoo laughed and rolled her eyes. “Okay, whatever, but the boy likes you. Before you know it, he’s going to ask you to be his girlfriend in the most cheesiest way possible!”

The idea of Taehyung doing that was adorable yet embarrassing and plus, Taehyung knew that you didn’t like show-offy events like it; the thought of it made you feel uncomfortable.

“You’re crazy.” You laughed. “But I don’t want to get my hopes up, Jisoo. It’s a new school year. It’s possible for Taehyung to meet somebody new in his classes and I can’t force him to just stick with him.”

Jisoo squinted her eyes at you and folded her arms across her chest. “God, I hate it when you’re right.” She reached for her backpack and turned off her car engine. “Well, enjoy what you have now, y/n and let me enjoy teasing you about Taehyung.”

She stuck her hand out and you laughed while shaking it. “Deal.”

Throughout the whole morning, Taehyung only texted you a good morning message and you were thinking he probably fell back asleep right after. You asked him if he had eaten breakfast yet in your reply and by the time you left your house, he still didn’t respond. Honestly, you wanted to ask him if he wanted to meet someone on school grounds, but it felt like it was too much of a gesture; maybe it was all in your head--the feeling of it being too much.

You stuck with Jisoo for majority of the time. She planned on taking you around the bleachers where Seo Joon and his crew hang out during lunch, but a lot of the new clubs were having welcome booths and the literary club was calling your names.

“Come on, y/n!” Jisoo gently tugged on your hand, heading towards the football field and bleachers.

It was ten minutes after the final bell rang and you told Jisoo about Taehyung only texting you once throughout the day and she found it suspicious. She continued to nag you to check if he was on campus, but you wanted to just leave it alone. It was probably your gut talking to you and as much as you knew you had to trust your gut feeling, you didn’t want to listen.

“Jisoo, I don’t know, I don’t…” Your voice trailed off and you stared at the tips of your shoes.

“Y/n.” Jisoo squeezed your hand and stared deep into your concerned eyes. “You know you have to. And because I love you, I’m going to go with you.”

At this point, you didn’t realize that your body was gravitating towards the football with Jisoo still holding tightly onto your hand. You didn’t want to look up from your feet and when you did, all oxygen inside of you became trapped inside of your lungs.

Taehyung was sitting with the cluster of his friends at the bleachers, laughing and he even quickly checked his phone. There was a possibility that he was too caught up in catching up with his friends to text you another time or maybe he thought he replied to you but didn’t--it has happened a few times and he apologized when it happened. You were hoping for Jisoo to not say anything to get his attention, but Seo Joon called out before you could even tug her back towards the campus.

“Oh, hey, Jisoo.”

All at the same time, the group of friends turned towards you two and instantly, Taehyung’s eyes met yours. Jisoo continued to walk towards the bleachers not letting any of their stares bother her.

“We’re not here for you, Joon.” Jisoo snapped harshly at him and then stared down Taehyung. “Really, Taehyung?”

“Jisoo, stop.” You whispered.

All of Taehyung’s friends panned their heads from you and Jisoo to Taehyung. There was a look of panic on his face and already said everything that you needed to know. You wanted to run but your feet felt as if it was stapled to the ground. The air that was trapped inside of you was now released with one single blow.

“You’re friends with them?” Seo Joon questioned and first looked at Jisoo then back at you with a raised eyebrow.

You watched as Taehyung’s facial expression change from panic to sadness within seconds. “I--I don’t--” He stammered and slowly shrugged his shoulders.

Jisoo squeezed your hand tighter and she pointed an angry finger towards Taehyung. “Kim Taehyung, you fucking--”

“Jisoo, let’s go, please.” You interrupted Jisoo and hung your head down. You didn’t want to be there. You didn’t want to look at Taehyung. You just wanted to leave.

It took a lot for Jisoo to not cuss out Taehyung, you knew that. Instead, she complied with your request and took the lead in guiding you out of the football field and back to the parking lot. She didn’t say one more word and never let go of your hand the whole way there.

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“THAT PIECE OF SHIT!” Jisoo threw her bag onto the concrete of your driveway. “Was he seriously going to stand there and look at you like you were a stranger?! Some fucking nerve he has!”

You sat on top of the hood of Jisoo’s car with your knees hugged to your chest. Thankfully, your parents were both still at work which meant you had the whole house to yourself, but you couldn’t bring yourself to walk inside.

“Maybe we’re taking this the wrong way, Jisoo.” You mumbled.  It was dumb to justify the look on Taehyung’s face.

“I’m sorry, y/n. But that’s bullshit. You know that I know what Taehyung’s face looked like.” Jisoo raked her hand through her hair. “He obviously didn’t tell his friends about you and I hate that I know why.”

There was a stinging sensation in your eyes and you blinked it away. You also had a feeling why he wouldn’t tell his friends. It was your worst nightmare and it was all coming true. You buried your face between your knees and your chest, wanting to disappear.

“Hey, hey, not another step! Go away!”

You poked your head up and found Taehyung stuck dead in his tracks with Jisoo walking to stand by your side.

“Jisoo, just let me explain--”

“I don’t think so, Taehyung. We get it. She gets it.” It was sweet of Jisoo to stand up for you, but honestly, you wanted to hear it from Taehyung himself.

“It’s okay, Jisoo. I’ll be fine.” You whispered whilst climbing down from her car.

She changed her glances between you and Taehyung before sighing. “Okay. I’ll be in your room then,” She held her hand out and you planted your house keys onto her palm. “I won’t be nosy, I promise.”

After giving Taehyung a deadly gaze, Jisoo scooped up both of your backpacks and disappeared inside of your house.

Taehyung walked towards you with hesitation weighing in every step. The hurt in your eyes was obvious and it made looking at you hurt even more because he knew he was the reason for it.

“Y/n...I can explain…” Taehyung began taking deep breaths. “I didn’t tell them...about you…”

There were tears filling up your eyes and you tried to blink them away, but one single tear managed to trickle down your cheek.

“I didn’t tell them anything b-because…” Taehyung’s words fell like stones, dropping slower and slower. Your chest began to tighten and your cheeks started to flare up.

“Because you were embarrassed?! Is that why?” Your words shocked you just as much as it did for Taehyung but it was the reason that was blaring inside of your head the most and you had to put it out there. “I read books, I’m quiet, I’m obviously not the type of girl who would be seen with you.”

Taehyung let out a breath of air and tried to reach for your hand but you pulled away. “That’s not...that’s not the reason, y/n.”

You clenched your jaw and wiped the tears from your eyes. “Look me in the eyes and tell me, with confidence, that that’s not the reason why you didn’t tell them.”

He tilted his head back and combed his fingers through his hair. “Seo Joon mentioned once that he didn’t know how you and Jisoo became friends because you seemed different from her and--”

“And you didn’t want to tell him because you were afraid if you told him, he would make fun of you and tell you that you probably deserved better. Got it, Taehyung.”

“Y/n...Seo Joon is a fucking dick, okay? And he wouldn’t have let me live if he found out that I was involved with someone that he--he thought--” Taehyung watched as your tears resurfaced and he took in a sharp breath. “Y/n, I like you. You don’t know how much I fucking like you, isn’t that enough?”

There was a moment of silence before you answered. “You’ve been in my house and you met my parents. I know your little cousin and his friends, I met your parents and your puppy. Why is Seo Joon’s opinion so important to you, Taehyung?”

He grit his teeth and sighed. “I don’t know, y/n. But I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Me too.”

You wiped whatever tears were stained on your face then turned your heel to walk away. He called out your names and each time he called for you, tears welled and you covered your mouth to stifle your sobs. From your driveway to your front door, you never once looked back.

Was it wrong to think you didn’t deserve this? Every girl deserves someone who wasn’t afraid to be with them and this included you.

It almost didn’t occur to you that you arrived in your room until Jisoo said your name. You dragged your feet to your bed and slumped your body down against the mattress.

“It would...It would’ve been too embarrassing…” You sniffled. “...too embarrassing if Seo Joon knew…”

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Jisoo immediately joined and curled up next to you, letting you bury your face into her shoulder to cry it all out. She stroked your hair, listening to you wail and question this had to happen to you.

Even with Jisoo in your room, you had never felt so alone.

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Instead of quitting after summer, you decided to keep the job at the ice cream parlour because of the relationships you gained with your coworkers. Plus, when Jisoo told you that “more money meant more books,” it stuck with you.

The week stretched out a lot longer than you would’ve liked and as much as you wanted to relax on a Saturday, you were scheduled to work the afternoon shift. Even after sleeping in for a bit, you were feeling a bit groggy because your exhaustion caught up with you, but talking to Mrs. Song was making all exhaustion dissipate.

“School is just a mere distraction, deary. Marry a millionaire and you’ll be fine.” Mrs. Song instructed and her caregiver laughed and reminded her that you were still young and that you still had a lot to do in your life.

“Well, you do that, but don’t forget to marry a good man--have I told you about my late husband, sweetie?” Her caregiver smiled and winked at you.

“No, Mrs. Song. I’d love to know about him.” You smiled back at her and listened with your undivided attention. No matter how much times you’ve heard the stories, you would never get tired hearing how romantic her husband was with her. Even while you took care of other customers, she still talked about her life with him and you listened and asked questions so she knew that you were listening.

“So, he wasn’t a millionaire, Mrs. Song?--thank you, have a good day.” You handed a customer his change.

“Not at all, dear. But our time together was priceless.”

The entrance door opened and in came the last person you wanted to see, although it couldn’t be helped. When Taehyung walked in, his cousin and his friends came running in through the doors first and he followed with his hands in his pockets.

Mrs. Song greeted him as you tended to the kids with a smile. The last time you spoke to Taehyung was on Monday. He tried to reach out to you, but you didn’t bother to return any of his calls or texts. He only ever contacted you through phone and never at school which gave you the idea that he didn’t tell his friends anything.

You wanted to disappear into the back room, but you were already assisting his cousin and his friends.

“Hi, y/n.” Taehyung greeted quietly.

You gave the last cup of ice cream to one of the kids who then ran over to Mrs. Song.

“Hi.” It was instinct the way you grabbed a fourth cup to fill it up with chestnut praline ice cream. How were you supposed to enjoy this flavour when it now gave you bittersweet memories of summer?

“Y/n, I know you’re mad at me and you don’t have to say anything, but at least just listen to me.” Taehyung followed you from the other side of the counter as you walked from the ice cream casing to the register. “I let my pride get in the way because I didn’t tell my friends about you. It’s always been that way with Seo Joon and it’s so fucking annoying how I can’t put my foot down when it comes to him. Saying that makes me sound like I’m his bitch and I guess I am.”

You plucked the ten dollar bill out of his hand and listened, just as he instructed.

“I haven’t told him...yet…which is stupid, I know. You’re important to me and I haven’t been feeling like myself lately all because we haven’t been talking at all. It’s killing me, y/n.” Taehyung spoke as softly as possible, just enough for only you to hear. “I still really like you and I swear I’ll tell Seo Joon because you’re right, his opinion shouldn’t matter.”

You took the change out of the register and you didn’t even realize it, but you blinked away tears that surfaced at your water line. Words were getting caught up within your throat, threatening to burst out all at once. But now wasn’t the right time.

You laid his change out on the palm of your hand and as Taehyung took his change, his finger lingered to trace the lines that veined throughout your palm. He hung his head and failed to hide the sound of him sniffling.

“I admit my mistake and I’m just so sorry, y/n. I hope for you to forgive me one day.” Taehyung crumpled up his change inside of his receipt and stuffed it into his pocket. “Have a good day.”

“You too, Taehyung.” Your words were barely audible, but he still heard you.

With a blank expression, Taehyung gathered up his pack of children and made sure to give Mrs. Song the most cheerful smile he could muster up.

Not even a couple of feet away from Mrs. Song, Taehyung’s cousin asked Taehyung to retie his shoe laces because they were beginning to become undone. You walked over to Mrs. Song who was gently folding her napkin to wipe the corners of her mouth.

“You know, dear,” she began. “How about you try your chances with that young man who came in with his little friends? He seems like a nice boy.”

There was no point in explaining everything to Mrs. Song, so you just hummed and smiled at her. “He is, Mrs. Song.”

Without looking up from the counter, you could see Taehyung stand back up and you could feel his eyes burning towards you.

“How about it then, deary? I’ll introduce you two.” Mrs. Song suggested with confidence.

It difficult to hold back your tears in front of the ever-so-innocent Mrs. Song, but you had to grit your teeth and bear it.

“It’s okay, ma’am. I don’t think he’s interested in me.” You said sadly.

As much as you didn’t want to look at him, you finally lifted your chin to make eye contact with the regretful stare of Taehyung’s eyes. The intense contact was broken by his cousin, shaking Taehyung’s hand and telling him that they wanted to go to the park already.

As he turned his back to you, you physically felt the pain in the atmosphere. Who knows, maybe you were taking it to heart much harder than it needed to be. But if there was one thing that you knew for sure, it was that you were incredibly hurt about the fact that Taehyung had to hide your existence. He stared into your eyes as if he had no idea who you knew were.

You were furious, betrayed, and, with the lack of a better word, so fucking hurt by what happened. Being who you were, you also knew that there was no way you could stay mad at Taehyung forever. There was a sliver of hope for you to forgive him, but now wasn’t the time.

Taehyung was more than an entire summer of memories. He was an unexpected occurrence, like rain in a drought. He was your first text in the morning and your last text before going to bed. He became the reason for you to be excited to head to work, hoping for him to show up.

But the rain will stop falling, texts don’t get sent, work becomes a chore, and eventually, seasons end.

♡ rae

[shreyamistry]

Alana x MC (Hayley) - I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Alana x MC ( x Hayden x Sloane)

Title: I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Prompt: Home for Christmas

Summary: Alana promised she’d be home for Christmas, however, Hayley doesn’t believe her when it’s Christmas Eve night and she was supposed to be there already. Alana never breaks promises...right?

Word Count: 1700+

Tagging: @mlmichaelharrison @teamtomsato @kennaxval

A/N: Hi! This is my Christmas gift for my lovely friend @peachesandjoonie ! Merry Christmas Kate! I hope it’s special and you get everything you asked for... I’m assuming you only asked for gay books lol. Lots of love and happy holidays! 

Thanks for reading!

‘I’ll be home for christmas, babe x’ - 3:26AM, Dec. 24th

Hayley looks at the text on her phone, pushing her lips together after a handful of texts to Alana she finally replied. Her flight was supposed to be Christmas Eve morning and here it is Christmas Eve night and Hayley spent the entire time terrified something happened to her, despite Damien’s protests and assurance that Alana can handle herself.

She bites her lower lip before pocketing her phone walking into Nadia’s kitchen. The table littered with an abundance of food, she looks around at the different arrangements, all courtesy of a catering company she figured knowing her cousin after all. She swipes a macaroon off of the table, it’s purple in color and sweet as she bites into it, reminiscent of a flower type treat she shared in Paris with Sloane. Her mind still stuck on Alana...her lady in red.

“Are you okay? You look tense..” Hayden’s sweet voice breaks her out of thought, as she feels Hayden’s fingers working against her shoulders hitting all the spots that hurt. Hayley sighs in relief leaning into her perfect match's touch. She lets out a mix of a sigh and a moan as Hayden works out her most sensitive knot.  “Alana is fine, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, she just texted me.” Hayley shrugs, “It’s whatever. You try any of the macaroons yet?” Hayley asks turning her head to look at Hayden who wants to protests, but knows better and drops the subject turning her attention back to the table anointed with treats. The macaroons come in every pastel color she could think of, matching the Mochi on the tray beside it. Nadia was very color coordinated, even if Damien wasn’t.

“The pink one looks good.” Hayden nods, “Are they good?”

“Divine.” Hayley smiles, plucking the sugary sweet off the table turning to face her as she holds it up to her. Hayden laughs taking a bite of the sugary sweet still in Hayley’s hand, her tongue brushing the crumbs off of her lips. “Told you.” Hayley laughs, taking in Hayden for the first time all night. Her black top and a pink skirt she wore when they first meet, her black hair falling loosely off her shoulders, and her makeup minimum. She places the rest of the treaty into Hayden’s head leaning in placing a quick kiss to her cheek.

“Don’t worry about me, enjoy yourself. I bet you and Damien could have the most epic Just Dance 3 face off.” She laughs thinking about Hayden and Steve trying to do the dances in the game. Hayden laughs shaking her head taking Hayley’s hand.

“Stop hogging Hayley, Hayden!” Sloane yells from the living room. “Her equally wonderful girlfriend wants to spend time with her...and she promised to grab me a brownie.” The pair laugh as Hayley looks back up to meet Hayden’s gaze. She leans in pressing a kiss to her lips, the kiss is sweet and lingering. Hayden’s kisses back gentle with affection and care as though she doesn’t want to break Hayley.

“If I’m going back so are you, you heard Sloane, so let’s move it, missy.” Hayley doesn’t put up a fight laughing in response letting Hayden whisk her away back into the party, after securing Sloane’s treat her mind lingering back on Alana. She promised… she thought to herself, Alana doesn’t break promises. Or so she says.

Holding her heels in her hand, Hayley glances at her watch reading the time. Officially Christmas and still no sign of Alana, making her way into the lobby of her apartment complex. She holds tightly onto the heels in her hands, her clutch in her other hand smiling at security who nods her through making her way into the apartment’s elevator. The elevator ride doesn’t take long, just wanting to sleep into bed and sleep for hours, her mind starting to depart from Alana concealing the hurt in her heart. Slamming down the Mojitos at the end of the night was not her best move.

Stumbling into her apartment she drops her shoes onto the floor, closing the door behind her leaning against it with a heavy breath part steadying herself part keeping herself from falling apart. She knew being with Alana would be like this, but why did it actually hurt that she wasn’t here yet? She navigates into the living room dropping onto the couch to hear a swear word come from the person underneath causing Hayley to scream jumping up.

“I know some form of some protection, I’m just too drunk to remember the name!” Hayley threatens, grabbing the remote off of the table holding it up defensively. She squints trying to make out the figure in the darkness to see what she’s up against failing miserably.

“Pip down, Park.” The voice is familiar and Hayley can’t quite place it. “Also, defense 101, don’t tell the intruder you’re drunk or they’re going know they have the upper-hand.” Alana. Hayley stumbles forward to the couch clicking on the lap, lighting up her apartment finding Alana wearing her dress from the gala.

“How long have you been home?” Hayley asks, taking a seat beside Alana, her body brushing against Alana’s side.

“An hour and a half.” Alana answers, “Doesn’t matter anyway.”

“You got dressed for the party, but didn’t come?” Hayley asks, turning to look at Alana for the first time all night, her eyes heavy with tiredness, but just as beautiful as the last time she saw her. Her heart melting inside her chest watching the spy broken features as Alana’s eyes droop away from her own.

Alana shrugs, “Sometimes, the Kusuma’s don’t want to get drunk with their ex and their current’s weird collection of friends and family. And if Nadia grabbed Damien’s butt in front of us again, I may have to vomit.”

“Why are you being so defensive?” Hayley asks, wrapping her legs around Alana’s waist, clinging onto Alana’s form. Her arms wrapping around Alana’s waist snuggling her face into Alana’s neck breathing in the warmth and feeling of Alana’s body. “God I missed you.” She places a sweet kiss on Alana’s neck, trailing the kisses up further.

“God.. damn..” Alana huffs, wrapping her arms protectively around Hayley, holding her tightly. She pivots her head to rest on top of Hayley’s stopping her from lingering ticklish kisses to her neck. She inhales the scent of Hayley’s hair before placing a kiss on the top of her head. “You’re still my home, right Park?”

“I’ll always be your home, Alana.” She whispers in response. “You came home for Christmas.”

“I don’t break promises, babe,” Alana whispers, letting her hand run through Hayley’s hair, brushing her fingers through the strands of hair humming contently to herself. Before long the pair falls asleep in one another’s arms on the couch, Hayley’s body on top of Alana’s her face buried deep into Alana’s neck, with a blanket loosely draped over their bodies.

When Alana finally wakes up, she notices Hayley missing first her lips pulling into a frown as she forces herself quickly out of bed. She hated getting out of bed right away, there was a snooze button for a reason. She stands from the couch stretching her hands above her head as she moves into the kitchen noticing a cinnamon smell emanating from there.

Alana enters the kitchen to see Hayley wearing a half-unbuttoned white t-shirt from last night and her black lace panties. Alana bites onto her lower lip as she approaches her girlfriend, her arms falling around Hayley’s waist.

“God, you’re up too early.”

“Someone had to make breakfast.” Hayley giggles as Alana peppers the side of her face with kisses. She brushes Hayley’s hair off of her shoulder onto the other one giving her easier access to Hayley’s skin, teeth pulling playfully on Hayley’s ear earning a giggle. Her hands run down Hayley’s back towards her bottom half, getting a mix of a noise of shock and moan. “I’m gonna have to stop you, Nadia will be here soon and if you have me bent over the counter she’s going to scream.”

“Tease,” Alana whispers huskily into Hayley’s ear giving her behind a quick swat untangling herself from Hayley’s body she moves to throw her weight onto the counter beside her, placing her hands in her laps. “I got you a gift.”

“If it’s a pack of coupons for sex, I will kick you out.” Hayley laughs, getting an eye-roll out of Alana. She playfully nudges her legs with her foot. “Alright, what did you actually get me.” She asks, turning towards Alana who places a small wrapped present onto the table.

“It’s not much, but just to keep me in your heart when you’re missing me.” Alana shrugs pretending the gift isn’t as meaningful as it is. Hayley grins, tearing the wrapping paper off tossing it into the garbage behind her as she pulls the top off of the box. A dog tag with Alana’s name on it, sits in the box with a small ring with a red jewel built into the band. “My dad said to give it to someone special.”

Hayley bits onto her bottom lip, as she slides the ring onto her finger, holding out her hand in front of her to admire how it looks on her hand. She looks at Alana a few tears prickling the corner of her eyes. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” Alana shrugs, “So what’d you get me?”

“A key to my apartment.” She smiles, “So you can stop shimming open my window, one of these days you’re going to break it.” Hayley laughs, digging into her pocket producing the key placing it into Alana’s hand. “And of course I got you something else, but I’m not telling you what that is. You’ll see when everyone gets here.”

“Fine.” Alana shrugs, “Anyways, I’m gonna shower.” Hayley smiles, as Alana places a kiss onto her cheek.

“Welcome home, babe.” She smiles catching Alana’s eye as she turns the corner a grin forming on Alana’s lips as she makes her way into the bathroom closing the door with a soft thud behind her. Hayley looks back at the food blushing, stirring it with her wooden spoon. Alana never breaks her promises… she thinks to herself looking back at the ring on her finger.

[katsukiboom]

Can you do Katsuki caring for a sick s/o who has a chronic illness despite having a super powerful quirk?

This took longer than it needed to bc I just couldn’t find an accurate way to describe what I wanted to write about so I just chose a different topic, one I’m more acquainted with lol also I’m really sorry you waited this long and it’s still v short ;;;;;;;; but I hope you enjoy this my dude! ♥

“Are yousure you should eat that?”

That wasthe question that Katsuki had asked you the most ever since you started datinga few months back; it was only after he (almost) casually found out about yourdiabetes that he paid more attention to your meals and exercise, which quicklyturned into you two getting closer to one another, and things progressednaturally from there.

He wantedto see more of you, of your power, and he admired you a lot more after knowingwhat happened with you. He knew you were strong, you knew you were strong, but inthe moments when your illness took a little toll on your body he felt helpless,and at the beginning you were truly wondering if he’d be able to keep up withyour body’s rhythm. Much to your surprise he adapted almost instantly,something you had never seen anyone else do.

Some dayswere worse than others though, whenever you felt a bit sick and he was there towitness it – it would be then that he’d hold you close and ask you a couple oftimes if you were okay, maybe more to reassure himself that nothing wouldhappen than to make you feel better, but you couldn’t care much; he’d bring youwhatever you wanted or needed, and you held those moments very close to yourheart. Those days, as soon as you were in your dorm room, he’d sneak in atnight right before the lights turned off and spend all night cuddling you closeto his warm chest, leaving right before anyone had any chance to discover he wasn’twhere he was supposed to be.

It made youfeel leagues better to have him by your side even when he was angry at himselffor not being able to do anything about your condition and you made sure toremind him every day that choosing you was more than enough, that he took careof you just fine, and most of the time that’d work. There was only one timewhen you had to be hospitalized one night because of liquid retention, and herefused to leave your side, even getting to the extent of shouting at a doctorat 2AM (you did, in fact, get angrier than he did when you scolded him for it.)

Katsuki wasalso the one besides your parents that always made sure you had your insulinwith you, something you were very proud of him for remembering the firstmonths; you taught him how to inject you with it so that he could do it in casesomething happened to you, and even let him practice a few times – he managedto do it all correctly, and you thanked heavens that you didn’t have to spendmore than you already did on meds.

That’s whythat day, sitting across the coffee shop’s table from him with a small piece ofbrownie on your right hand and a cup of herbal tea on your left, you looked athim straight in the eye and stared or what felt like an eternity, maybe unconsciouslytrying to decipher if he was asking simply out of habit or because he wasworried again. Deciding you’d deal with the consequences later in case therewere any, you took a bite out of the pastry and followed it with a long sip ofthe tea, which was bitter enough by its own. A quiet sigh left Katsuki’s lipsbefore he spoke up again, “You’ll need another fucking doctor’s appointment ifyou keep stuffing your mouth with those.”

He wasscolding you now, but there was no ill intent behind his words – you likedthat, because then it was easier for you to understand what was going throughhis mind. His brow furrowed but it was rather a displeased expression, and youonly let out a short laugh as you reached through the table and poked the tipof his nose.

“Don’tworry babe, if that happens,” you replied with a big smile and a playful tone, “Iknow you’ll know what to do to help.”

[sugarless-suki-writes]

High as Fuuuuuuck

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Summary: Astrid and Lark decide to eat a pot brownie in his basement.

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Astrid giggled as she playfully papped Lark. Her extremities felt tingly, and she was all giggly and happy. And she had a burning between her thighs. She licked her lips as she looked up at him.

“Hey, Lark... I wanna fuck..” she breathed out, twisting her body around and cupping his cheek with her hand.

His laughter died down and she gingerly pulled his face down to look at her. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

With that, Astrid grinned and snaked her way up his chest, twisting herself to face him and rising up onto the couch to her knees. Their faces moved closer, and soon their lips crashed together, sloppily. Astrid’s hands brushed past his undercut to thread her fingers in his hair.

Lark’s arms snagged around her waist, bringing her around to rest on his lap. Astrid moaned and ground herself on him, the tingling in her pussy intensifying. Her lips burned, and sticking her tongue in his mouth didn’t feel real.

His hands started to trail down to her hips, and when he reached them, he gripped them tightly. Astrid moaned into the kiss and ground herself on him harshly.

Astrid smirked as he broke the kiss. Her right hand left his hair and stroked along his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Her middle finger delicately traced his jaw and trailed down his neck. She then flawlessly switched to her index finger just in time to reach his titty. She slowly circled his nipple, giving it a small flick with her thumb before gliding down to the hem of his shirt.

Lark pants as she pulls away from him to lift his shirt over his head. Once the garment is removed, Astrid goes to move to rile him up some more, but Lark stops her by reaching for her hips. He then goes for the hem of her shirt and rips it off of her. It’s tossed to the side and seconds later, so is Astrid’s bra.

He cups one of her breasts gingerly in his hand, slowly moving his thumb to circle around her nipple. “You’re so beautiful Astrid.”

Astrid blushed, but rolled her eyes. “You always say that.”

“And I always mean it.” The puppy eyes he shot her way melted her heart.

Her breath hitched and she smiled at him. Her breasts tingled, and there was only one way to calm it. She brought a hand up to cup his jaw and pulled him down, rising up slightly to meet him, and pressed her breast against his mouth.

His lips clamped around her nipple and sucked harshly. Astrid cried out and knotted her fingers in his hair. He began to nibble on her nipple, tugging it harshly before soothing it with long, languid flicks of his tongue.

He did this for a while, Astrid rocking against him, and eventually he pulled his mouth away from her nipple. He carried it to a spot above her breasts and nipped harshly.

Astrid flung her head back and cried out as he marked her skin. As Lark planted hickies along his way up Astrid’s neck, his hand slowly trailed its way down. He eventually reached the edge of her panties, and it wasn’t until he was sliding his fingers between her thighs did Astrid feel his actions.

He slipped a finger down and slowly circled around her clit. Astrid panted, And Lark pulled away from her neck and brought his mouth up to her ear. “You have such a beautiful body, Astrid. It’s small, but it’s so nice.” He pushed aside her panties and slipped a finger into her core by the end of his sentence and Astrid shuddered out a moan.

Lark nibbled softly on the shell of her ear, whispering more body worshiping statements into her ear as his finger pumped inside her. His other hand circled up to her breast, cupping it in his hand and brushing his thumb over her nipple. Astrid moaned and arched into his touch, gasping when he would pull on her nipple.  Every now and then, his finger pulled out of her and moved to brush over her clit, rubbing gently but firmly. Her hips rolled in time with the movements of his finger on her clit, the tingling in her body intensifying with each stroke.

She rolled her hips with his thrusts, her moans getting louder. Her hands trembled as she slid them down his body, reaching for his pants and sliding them down. She was grateful he was only in sweatpants. She then brushed her hand along his clothed erection. It twitched under her touch, and slowly, she pulled it out of the opening in his boxers. She pushed his hand away from her pussy and slowly pulled away from him, reaching her hands down and pulling off her panties.

Lark watched her, a hungry look in his eyes as he licked his lips. She tossed the garment to the side and crawled over him, bringing her mouth down to his erection. Before she could wrap her lips around it, Lark’s hand found its way into her hair and yanked on it.

She glanced up at him, and when he brought his hands to her waist and started to pull, she grinned. She had a feeling she knew where this was going.

His grip moved to her hips, tightening his hold on them as he pulled her upside down, dragging his hands down along her side, over her ass, and down her thighs only to grasp them and wrap them around his neck. Astrid locked her heels together, her thighs pressing against Lark’s head. She could feel his breath puff onto her heated core and she could hear her heart pounding in her chest and the more she tingled. She grasped him in her hand and she felt his breath hitch.

Not only was Lark long, he was thick. She licked her lips as she looked down at his dick, grasping it firmly and bringing her mouth down and running her tongue along it. Lark hissed in a breath and then pressed his mouth to her pussy.

Astrid brought her mouth to the tip, and then slowly pushed him into her mouth. As she did so, Lark gave her folds a long, slow lick, and when she reached her limit, he brought his mouth to her clit and sucked. Astrid melted under his touch, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she began to remove her mouth, before going back down.

She set a slow pace, which Lark followed. Once Astrid started to pick up her pace, he brought his tongue to her entrance and pushed in. Astrid moaned around his cock and caused Lark to moan in response, bucking into her mouth. Astrid started to choke a bit, tears springing to her eyes, but she found she rather liked it.

She could feel every single movement of his tongue inside her. She figured the weed made her more sensitive, as this happened every time they fucked while high. She wrapped her hand around his base, gripping him firmly as she bobbed her head faster. He matched her pace, pumping his tongue in and out of her harshly, twisting it while it was inside and sending her head into a spiral.

His hands gripped her thighs tightly, holding her in place above him. His nails dig into the flesh and Astrid started to hyper focus on the feeling. The blood rushing to her head from being in this position for a while only increased the tingly feeling she felt all over her body.

After a few more moments, Lark pulled away from her pussy and helped rotate her back to a normal position. They kissed passionately for a few moments, Astrid’s hands placed on his, her chest pressed against his.

Every part of her he touched burned. She felt a fire she had never felt before melting into her skin and settling in her bones. She shoved her tongue into his mouth as she began to lower herself onto his cock.

Lark pulled away from her mouth with a small gasp. “Astrid, wait. We need a condom.”

She brought a hand up to cup his face. “It’ll be fine, just this once.” she whispered, lowering herself further as she spoke.

Lark moaned and brought his hands to her hips. “Alright, this once.” And then he tightened his grip and pulled her fully down onto him.

They both moaned loudly, and Astrid felt her toes curl. Lark’s hands slid down off her hips and cupped her butt. He pressed his mouth to the crook of her neck as he gave it a firm squeeze and pulled her up.

Astrid threw her arms forward and around his neck, moaning as he pulled her up slowly, and then brought her crashing down on him. Lark bit down on her neck the exact moment he was buried deep in her. It caused Astrid to tremble, and it felt like he was slamming his dick into her soul.

“Fuck, Lark.” she breathed out. She slipped one arm away from his neck and tracked her nails down his arm, digging into the flesh.

Lark groaned in response and slammed her down harder. Astrid shuddered and her nails dug into both his arm and shoulder. They stilled for a couple moments, letting the intensity leave for a moment, neither wanting to cum just yet.

It felt like they hadn’t moved for hours, but it had only been a couple seconds. At that point Astrid tried to remember how much of the brownie they had eaten. Probably more than they should have...

After a few moments, they started to move against each other once more. They took on a slow pace, relishing the feel of everything. Astrid’s pussy felt like it was on fire. She was tingly all over and she could feel every inch of Lark.

It wasn’t long before their pace picked up and Lark had to move his hands to her hips. Their moans increased in volume as they fucked faster and harder. After a few moments, Lark pulled her completely off of him.

Astrid pouted, ready to question him on it, when he flipped her over and hovered her over the coffee table. Astrid slammed her hands down on it and locked her legs around his waist the best she could.

Lark kept a tight grip on her thighs, making sure he wouldn’t drop her. She could feel the tip press against her and one of her hands curled into a fist. And with a quick buck of his hips, he was back inside her and Astrid let out a cry, her thighs tightening around his waist. Lark adjusted her slightly before pulling out and pushing back in again. That angle felt even better.

Astrid moaned her approval and she could picture the smile that was on his face. With the position okay’d, Lark tightened his grip on her thighs, his nails starting to dig into the supple flesh, and then set about with a fast pace.

She cried out as intense waves of pleasure rolled through her with each thrust. She rocked her hips in time with his, causing him to reach deeper and hit her where she needed.

They moaned as they both neared their peak, picking the pace up as they did so. One of Lark’s hands had found its way to her breast, and he reached for her nipple and twisted it firmly between his thumb and index finger. Astrid’s thighs trembled as she let out a long, low moan.

He teased her nipple for a bit longer, pulling it, rubbing it, and circling it before trailing his fingers down lower. They slid past her hips, tracing the bone and down multiple scars until he reached her pussy.

His index finger curled down and started to rub gently against her clit. Astrid nearly collapsed under him, dropping down to her elbows and bringing Lark down with her. He took a second to adjust himself before bringing his other hand to pull her legs off from around him before sliding down to her throat and pulling her up, pressing her back into his chest.

Lark then fixed his sitting situation, deciding to sit cross legged. He leaned back into the couch and started to rock his hips again. Astrid moaned softly and brought a hand up to cover the one around her throat. She immediately stepped up the pace and pressed her fingers against his to get his to close around her throat just a tad tighter. Lark was only ever rough with her when they were high, or he was letting off steam, so she took advantage of it every chance she could.

She leaned into him as the tingling reached her eyes and her clit buzzed around his finger. She brought her free hand up to her titty and began to tease her nipple, increasing her pleasure. Before too long, she came thunderously. She let out a loud cry as she trembled in Lark’s arms.

He came not too long after her, and the warmth of his seed added a whole new sensation for Astrid.

They sat there like that for several moments, both twitching and breathing heavily. At some point, they both were confused as to whether the twitching was from the sex or the pot.

Before too long, Astrid pulled herself off Lark, frowning at the loss of him. However, she needed to use the bathroom. And she was thirsty. And hungry.

She walked over to her purse and handed him one of her credit cards. “Order pizza, and after we eat we should go again.”

Lark nodded, a huge grin on his face. “Yeah, that sounds good. We should also probably get condoms.”

Astrid shrugged. “I think we’re safe to keep raw dogging it.” He frowned slightly at her and she rolled her eyes. “Alright, but after the pizza.”

He nodded his head in affirmation and Astrid couldn’t help but smile at him. She loved Lark dearly. She had a hard time showing it at times, but she hoped he knew. She was sure he did.

She stepped closer and pressed a kiss to his lips, a slow, sweet one. They eventually broke away and then Astrid was off to the bathroom and Lark was grabbing his phone from the coffee table and putting in a mobile order for pizza.

[thumper-darling]

You know how I feel about ice cream!!!!! All??

chocolate: when was your first kiss?

I remember vividly wanting to wait until I was 13 to have my first kiss, and it was at my old house on the side porch. And it was b a d. 

French vanilla: how old are you?

18 betch

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

New York City, London, Australia

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?

Dutch

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?

Anastasia Beverly Hills, Benefit, and Too Faced

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?

Outdoors when it’s nice out, somewhere between a cozy 60 or 75 degree Fahrenheit range. 

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

lol no

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?

Say Amen (Saturday Night) - Panic! At The Disco

Slow Motion - Saint Motel

Warmer - Bea Miller

butter pecan: favorite songs for life?

If You Want It - Relient K

Girls/Girls/Boys - Panic! At The Disco

Bonfire - The Hunna

cheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign?

Scorpio 

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?

Pool 100% 

Public swimming areas are anxiety inducing 

chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post?

My Stranger Things 2 post about the mitochondria 

bubblegum: books or movies?

both

pistachio: manga or anime?

neither (manga)

salted caramel: favorite movies?

All Dogs Go To Heaven

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Spider-Man: Homecoming

birthday cake: favorite books?

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

Carry on by Rainbow Rowell

History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera

moose tracks: favorites for manga?

I’ve only ever read Blue Exorcist, and that was really good

orange sherbet: favorites for anime?

Idk, I guess Sword Art Online

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

Writing and Literature 

black raspberry: do you have any pets?

I have a dog (Kylo) and a cat (Eli), and they’re both assholes 💛

mango: when and why did you start your blog?

2013 because I wanted to read theories about Doctor Who and Supernatural, please don’t judge me 

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

65 degrees, blue skies, no wind, all sunshine  

black cherry: four words that describe you?

adaptable, passionate, giggly, open 

neapolitan: things that stress you out?

heavy claims

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?

pop alternative? 

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?

I used to be obsessed with candy, but not so much anymore. I’d say any chocolate bar maybe, but I have to be in the mood for it

toffee: a card game that you’re good at?

Dutch Blitz, I will card game u under the table bitch 

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?

I’ve been trying to lately 

dark chocolate: turn ons?

happiness 

fudge: turn offs?

lying 

peach: how do you relax?

I usually spend a few hours with Daphne or any one of my friends that keep me calm 

praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet?

I’ve never read the matched series or the uglies series 

superman: do you like sweaters?

I STILL WEAR SWEATERS IN THE DEAD OF SUMMER, so yeah

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

Primarily coffee 

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

the fiddle 

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

oh frick yeah I have 

ginger: a new feature you wish Tumblr could have?

an easier way to sort through posts

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?

@madmadmilk, @parkersenses, @marvelous-skywalker, @doctormelapples

almond: favorite mean girls quote?

“I can’t help it if I’ve got a heavy flow and a wide set vagina”

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?

clear coat

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?

no 

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?

lol

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?

every now and then

mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?

tripped in the middle of a road, thus knocking a tooth almost out of my mouth (thank god for braces at the time!), and skinning half of my body, including my face. 

brownie batter: do you like sushi?

I L O V E sushi

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

exactly where I am 

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

No I do not 

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?

Vanilla moose tracks and mint chocolate chip 

[horrible-monstrosity]

blunder leg low-priority episode 6 -now a vending machine is also a door because lol m'wacky dream lolgic lol so random and swerky but not random and qwerky enough to actually come up with something more interesting than doors being weird -the most obvious le hospital girl archetype with eyepatch ever known to mankind appears. I mean I guess it's good to get the archetype across quickly since she'll be fucking gone within a few minutes (remember in episode 1 when the egg girl and all her angst was actually developed while main was running around trying to save her? even ep 2 where the girl's archetype was spelled out like trying to get a dumb child to remember the alphabet was more than... well, basically nothing) but it just looks so odd, immediately. It doesn't even look like there're any other bandages on her. I dunno, it just seems kinda... lazy? oh are they going to do some thing with her eyepatch and main's eye colors? give me abreak The No-see-ums finally actually do something for the first time in... how am I only just starting on the 6th episode here? It feels like it's dragged on for so long... and yet nothing much has happened except a bunch of action scenes in shitty flashbacks and a bunch of the girls wandering around airing their backstories and talking about food. fuck this show

- these aren't no-see-ums! they're some other shit! oh on so the not-sees still haven't done jack shit then. we learn this after one of the noseeums trips, drops its knife and randomly decides to take off its mask so its face turns into a tennis ball with teeth. what. 'you've done too much to stand out in this worl' why the fuck does that matter? is acco refering to this one dream instance or the dream world at large? Is there ontological inertia between worlds that causes their battles there to have lasting effects? Nothing of the sort was established before this very nanosecond. 'what uh haturr' bitch I don't fucking know, the fuck's any of this shit? what's a seenoevil, what's the main monsters? actually what're the main monsters even called? are they just seenoevils but big? I don't remember if they've been named or anything at this point. but thanks to main just randomly fucking deciding to care about what the fuck a h8r is out of all this other shit, acco can tell us that they're spite created by the not-sees due to the grils' interference... FOR WHAT REASON? Main's barely touched a not-see in the last like two episodes and they're barely done jack shit in the flashbacks either, all the focus has been on the big monsters. oh yeah sure this show's just so super intelligent, you just have to duuuuurr make up shit consantly to fill in the shows own gaping plotholes, that takes some intellegence! also, the fuck you mean "you girls"? Are these four girls who all live in the same real-life area the only eggers in existence? No one else has a sudoku friend they'd like to save? "they don't have the guts to show their faces" ONE OF THEM LITERALLY TOOK OF ITS MASK WHICH PROMPTED YOU TO START SAYING THIS, ACCA-KUN. it's only a minute in and it's already so bad...... oh right the main monsters are called bosses like in muh video games. ok fine.

so anyway, the not-sees and the big bosses jot being after the main girls and just going after the egg-grils who they need to protect while the main girls were impervious "gods" was actually a really interesting dynamic and really made it feel like they were fighting someone else's personally hell. It's not like they lost tension, the girls could still get fucked up while fighting the things, but there was also the sliver of an idea that they could be cowards and just leave with no consequences to themselves, just the egg-girl getting brutalized. Like, you can do Your Part to stop bullying, you just have to muster up the courage/energy to caaaaare. So why not just... throw that out completely and make the not-sees attack the main girls directly. Because the writers ran out of ideas one femtosecond after they started writing this show and are now desperately casting around for ways to rachet up the tension

it's been so long since an actual battle has happened, and so little has been done with the battle setups, that acca has to remind main of the very basic fact that you can't clear the mission just by waiting for the bell. Remember the bell? I bet you'd forgotten about the bell, which hasn't been relevant in... many battles. -she'll regenerate in the egg-- ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME STOP GIVING EVERYONE GET OUT OF JAIL FREE CARDS YOU FUCKS. putting the girl back in the egg should be a lose condition for the night and require you to start over the next night, at the very least, not just "oh yeah just go back into the womb it'll heal all consequences" you dumb fucks. Sure, this explains the girl at the beginning acting like she's been through this before, but at what cost? we live in a society and these dumb girls doing dumb stuff have some kind of significant objective. but it's only the four of them in this small area. also we said the name of the show out loud for some reason. it;s only two minutes into the episode and already its fucked up so much fucking show

because things suddenly got hard, the girls just get handed a powerup. nobody has earned this. apparently pomanders are the same as eggs now for some reason aidoru gets really fucking pissy about brownie not wanting to trade with her, even though nobody knows whats in the not-eggs yet regardless of whether they trade or not. I don't care and neither should she

........what the fuck are these weird-ass looking lizard fucks. OH I GET IT, SPECIES HATCH OUT OF EGGS, SO THAT MEANS ITS CLEVER SOMEHOW. EVEN THOUGH YOU'D USUALLY THINK OF BIRDS BEFORE YOU'D THINK OF LIZARDS BEING ASSOCIATED WITH EGGS. EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE ALL TERRIBLY DESIGNED AND THERE'S NO POINT TO THEM EXISTING AT ALL. and then in the dream worl they're giant and... they eat haterz. and the problem is solved just like that. ok, good thing to know i don't have to care about that, either, goodbye mainy flatout asks egg girl why she fucking killed herself and egg girl explains... SHE CAN SEE DEAD PEOPLE. WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH EGG PEOPLE? "uguu no un wull beluve me" girl look at what the fuck's going on around you no one's going to believe any of this shit. I lost my suspension of disbelief in the war years ago. then the girls starts freaking out and crying about people having emotions at the hospital and shit, cool story bro can't relate. like i literally can't relate, you're tryng to write this poor girl who nobody could relate to so we feel sorry for her and relate to her, but there's really nothing to lash onto here besides "UHM CUTE GURL UM HAV FEULINGS BOOHOO" .... then it cuts in the middle of the battle to main talking to her teacher. I guess this is what she was upsetti about earlier, which means this random cut-away actually has a determinable place inthe timeline, but it's still really awkward and just shit. main drops some food back into her bowl when she hears the bombshell, but in the next shot her arms are completely at her sides, not over the bowl or even the table. cool putting aside how stupid of mom it was for her to drop this on her fucked-up kid- gendergirl is very specifically excited about becoming family with main, a girl she barely even knows bla bla this whole conversation's forced and stupid

I was going to praise the execution of having an invisible boss only the girl can see because it's made up of the girl seeing ghosts, but then main gets the pen knocked out of her hand and you know she's going to get handed the plushie or some shit and it's going to turn into a weapon that's better against the gost for NO REASON WHATSOEVER oh ok it's not the plushie it's the bracelet she conveniently throws directly in main's direction!!! thats even worse, good job show!!! and then for absolutely no reason main starts flashing over the bits of things her teacher had said and done, to force the appearance that what's happening now is in anyway shape or form connected to or bolstering that plotline... it really isn't. also why the fuck's this thing an elephant

what the hell, the prayer beads carried over from the dream?... and only after the mom notices them, main loses her shit and runs to school in the rain in soaking-wet clothes like she absolutely needed to go there and wasn't just wasting time in the tub seconds earlier. there was absolutely no reason for main to get over her shit and come back to school  absolutely no reason. but because she fixed her hair at the same ime intellectutards will eat it up and say it's deep. fuck off show

[yungfuckfacemcgee]

So one night I got drunk and woke up the next morning to find I wrote a WestAllen fanfic

Here's the thing: This is the only fan fiction-ish thing I’ve ever written and I can’t remember writing it really. I edited it for drunk spelling/grammar mistakes so it’s semi-readable but otherwise I left everything in, but basically the first half reads like a drunk stream of consciousness and transitions into an actual story.  Plz enjoy:  ----------

Okay so the general premise - -High key feeling that “best friends in love” vibe cause it’s h e l l a cute 

 Let’s fucking set the scene: Barry and Iris (author’s note: ugh I already feel so gross) are at home on a Saturday night, maybe it’s like 8 or 9pm. It’s the week before their wedding. They’ve decided to not have sex before their wedding night to make it *magical* (author’s note: vom). //Of course// its also an uncharacteristically quiet night in Central City (There’s no metahuman activity for the moment, and Iris finished the story she’s been working on, because there’s not really much else to do, you feel, and already sent it off to her editor). They’re on the couch,  there’s a stupid amount of Chinese take out on the table (like WAY too much for two people), the tv is on in the background playing who knows what. My mans B boogie is wearing a long sleeve waffle t-shirt and black joggers because he is a goddamn sad boi and my mans Iris is wearing some pajama boxer shorts circa every 2011 batmitzvah, a black hoodie, and her hair is up in that Messy Bun™ (but dw chillins, her edges are perpetually laid). You already know both of these bozos are wearing some thicc ass comfy socks because it’s Couch Time™.

 These guys are on the couch. My dude Barry is on top of my girl Iris in the middle of making out my bros.  They are really going at it hard, dudes. Barry is starting to slide his hand up the inside of her thigh (my note: ugh gross but let’s fucking do this) when Iris snaps the fuck out of it.   “O H M Y G O D, Barry!! ¡¡No!!” (A la when he sees her in her wedding dress in that one episode boyz). He flashes off of her and starts pacing back and forth in front of the tv with his hands on the back of his head. All the heat has risen to her face and she’s breathing heavy.

Iris says something like “so this is WAY harder than I thought it would be.” 

 Barry says something like “YUP…. We should control ourselves.” 

 Iris raises her (perfectly shaped, cause she be stuntin’ on the daily) eyebrows and says, “We? You started it, dude.” 

 Barry tries to string together a coherent response but only manages, “What!?…you…What…no…nope…okay, you know what…whatever” (my note: idk but why not, you know.) 

 Iris, ”There’s gotta be something we can do to take our minds off it.” 

 Barry gets a look on his face (cringe) and says, “Wait, I got it”. He flashes off and is back again before Iris’ hair can settle back into place, now holding a stack of board games. 

  Growing up (cause you know I had to bring in that cute kid shit, don’t sleep boy) Iris and Barry played board games all the time. It started when they were kids when Joe wouldn’t let them out to play in the rain, but soon it became a competitive obsession the two shared. 

 Iris, “Yes! This is perfect! Plus, I’m totally gonna kick your ass.”

 Barry, “(my note: I low-key want him to say “yeah okay sure, sweaty” but that’s not gonna fly) I love you but you’re going down, kid.” 

 They fly through the games, only to end up tied: Iris having won at Sorry and Scrabble, and Barry at Uno and Operation. 

 Barry, “I think you and I both know what we have to do now.”

 Iris, “Bring it, Barr.”  

Barry goes into the closet and pulls out Twister: the official tie breaker in the West household. They used to use it all the time to decide who could use the computer first, who got the last brownie, who could take the car…basically any argument was solved by the powers of Twister.  After shaking hands and wishing the other luck (my note: Joe didn’t raise no heathens, boys), they got down to it. 

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Cut to a wide shot:(OBVIOUSLY THIS IS CORNY AS HELL BUT I LIKE TO IMAGINE THEY’RE LISTENING TO SOME SMOOTH NEW WAVE R&B SHIT LIKE GET YOU BY DANIEL CEASER OR SOME SMOOTH ASS TRACKS FROM SZA BECAUSE IN THIS HOUSE WE SUPPORT SMOOTH BLACK ARTISTS ┏┓   ┃┃╱╲ in this ┃╱╱╲╲  house ╱╱╭╮╲╲  we ▔▏┗┛▕▔    support ╱▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔╲            Black artists ╱╱┏┳┓╭╮┏┳┓ ╲╲ ▔▏┗┻┛┃┃┗┻┛▕▔ )

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They were about 20 moves in and a tangle of arms and legs. Barry smiled when he noticed Iris’ elbow buckle ever so slightly and asked her, “getting a little tired there, pal?” 

 Iris straightened up, blew a few stray hairs from her face, and replied “Honey, I can go all night.” 

 Barry let out a small laugh before returning back to the wheel to spin for the next turn: LEFT FOOT RED. They situated themselves accordingly, forcing Iris more or less on top of Barry, with her leg in between his, and their faces maybe three inches apart. “Well, well, well” she said, “how are you holding up….buddy” She smirked when she saw him take a quick, silent gulp before answering, “I’m great. Just great.”

//Mostly// motivated by her need to beat him, she moved her face even closer, so that her lips nearly grazed his, and whispered, “You’re going down, Allen.”

 “Not this time, West” he whispered back and, barely avoiding her advances, spun the wheel again, putting the game back into motion.

 Another five moves go by, as well as an unprecedented amount of trash talk, to find Iris in a rather compromising position; this time with Barry on top of her. She shuts her eyes in attempt to suppress the increasing urge to grab her fiancée down to her and resume the evening’s earlier activity (CRINGE). Barry smiles at this and decides it’s his turn to play dirty (LOL GET IT CAUSE SEX). Iris can feel Barry moving closer to her, so she tenses up and shuts her eyes tighter. He plants light kisses on her skin (my note: the goddamn cringiest but Imma fucking commit), one after another, starting at the corner of her mouth and leading around the left side of her face. 

  He pauses to whisper in her ear, “if I’m going down then I’m taking you with me” and lightly kisses the small space between her ear lobe and her jaw bone – which, over the course of their relationship, he has come to discover turns her mind to mush. The contact of his lips (my note: OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GODDAMN CRINGE JEEZ BITCH GET YOU A MANS ALREADY) makes her body go weak. 

 She inhales sharply and, with her eyes still shut, begins repeating to herself, aloud, slow but firm: “I am not going to break I am not going to break I am not going to break”.

 Her concentration is laser sharp and he realizes that he’s going to have to work harder to make her fall. He starts to gently nip at the spot sending a shudder through her, from her shoulders down through her hips.

 It’s impressive how badly she wants to win – she hardly falters from her position. In fact, all of this affection has had the opposite effect, and Barry’s concentration starts to break (my note: you done did it to yourself now you fucking s a d b o i). He backs off and really looks at her, positioned there underneath him, with her eyes still shut tight. He can’t help but smile as he thinks again, for the millionth time that day, how unbelievably lucky he is to be marrying her: his beautiful, ridiculously competitive, trash talking, brilliant best friend.

 Iris finally, slowly, opens her eyes one at a time to see if the coast is clear only to see Barry –the biggest, most adorable, most caring nerd on the planet – staring down at her with nothing but love in his eyes. Then, at the same time, (my note: you know cause they’re best friends and shit and they are some t h I r s t y motherfuckers) they mumble, “fuck it” as he collapses into her and they abandon the game entirely. 

 

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Basically after they get done doing whatever they’re doing (my note: THEY WAS FUCKING), Barry is holding Iris on top of the Twister mat (because they never did quite make it to the bedroom), mindlessly dragging his fingers over her arms. After a few moments of peaceful silence, she looks up at him and says, “so we’re calling that one a tie, right?” to which he responds, “oh yeah, no, without a doubt.”