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Brighter, Sweeter Days

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x shy!fem!baker!reader

Summary: Tim comes to your bakery daily, and you try to brighten his day to get him to notice you. When he finally shows you he has noticed you, there's a lot you have to tell him.

Warnings: minor injuries, fluff!!!

Word Count: 2.4k+ words

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A wave of hot air greets you as you open the oven. Pulling the cookie sheet from the left side and a muffin pan from the right, you smell the intermingled brown sugar, maple, and orange. After the hot pans have been safely placed on one of your bakery’s tables, you close the oven and remove your heatproof gloves.

“I really hope you have more maple biscotti because there’s a really cute firefighter and I can’t slip him my number if we can’t fulfill his order,” your employee, Melanie, rambles as she enters the heart of the bakery.

“Just pulled some out of the oven,” you answer. “It’ll be about ten minutes before we can box them, though. Offer to throw in a dozen free cookies or a coffee traveler.”

“Yes, chef!” she calls over her shoulder.

“And stop watching The Bear before work every day,” you murmur as you check the consistency of a new whipped buttercream.

Several years ago, you opened your bakery in Mid-Wilshire, Los Angeles, and remain shocked at how well it has done. There have been celebrities who travel hours just to try your creations based on the good word of a few locals, you’ve had to close at lunch more than once because you ran out of food, and yet you’ve only been in the front of the bakery a dozen times since opening.

You’re shy, passionate about baking, and less of a people person than most business owners, so you spend your days in the back as your dedicated employees create a friendly and welcoming environment for your customers to come in, enjoy the atmosphere, and try a delicious baked good or slow-roasted coffee.

After the morning rush, during which you make three cakes, drizzle white chocolate on your newest biscotti, and decorate sugar cookies, Melanie returns to the back of the bakery. She sighs and leans on a table.

“How’d it go?” you ask.

“Good. Seemed busier than usual, lots of law enforcement,” she explains, peeking into a mixing bowl.

“Those are scraps from cake pops,” you tell her. “Help yourself.”

“You’re an angel,” she sighs. “A walking, shy so not much into talking, angel.”

You roll your eyes and begin folding chocolate swirls into croissant dough. “And the firefighter?”

“He thought they’d love some coffee but refused to accept it without paying. So, I slipped an angel food cake and my number into his bag.”

You nod and continue working on the croissants, but when Melanie continues to watch you, you know there’s more she isn’t saying. Turning, you set aside the spatula and raise your brows.

“My psych professor moved our exam up and I can’t come in tomorrow,” she explains quickly. “I know it’s your busiest day and I’m so so sorry. I can ask around and see if Cass or somebody can cover me.”

You wave your hand and assure, “It’s okay. I’ll cover you. Good luck on your exam, okay? If you want to leave early today to study or get some rest, do that, too.”

“Now I feel worse for leaving you.”

Tim turns his alarm off and sighs. It’s his birthday, and he’s alone. Lucy insisted on bringing cupcakes, and Angela offered to take him to lunch. Tim appreciates their kindness, but it’s not quite the same as having someone to truly celebrate with, besides Kojo, who he wouldn’t trade for the world, of course.

As Tim gets ready, he asks himself what he’d want if he was in a relationship. What would they do that would make today so different? Breakfast in bed is one of the first ideas that pops into his head. So, Tim searches for bakeries that aren’t far out of his way. One five-star option appears on the list, and Tim reads the directions as he walks to his truck.

As Tim walks in, he notices how nice the bakery is. There’s a line, but it moves quickly. He scans the menu on the large chalkboard over the counter as he waits, but he knows what he wants when his eyes drop to the display case.

An employee places another plate in the case, a birthday cake-flavored mini souffle that makes Tim smile. When he reaches the register, he forgets about the cookie that caught his attention.

You take another order and glance at the line. There are two times when you’re so busy it’s hard to remember to breathe, and you’re currently between those. Though you don’t love working here with customers, you do enjoy seeing the smiles on people’s faces when they find their new favorite.

Someone in the line catches your eye. He’s wearing an LAPD shirt, and you assume he’s a higher-ranking officer. He smiles as Mitch places a birthday cake souffle in the display case, and you wonder if it’s his birthday.

“Good morning,” you greet when he reaches the register. “What can I get you today?”

He hesitates for a moment, then asks for one of your jumbo cookies and two dozen chocolate chip cookies. Glancing at the menu, he also adds coffee to his order. You press the buttons for the two dozen cookies and the coffee, but make a note to include the jumbo cookie for free.

“Mitch,” you call when he passes again. “Take over for a minute?”

“Sure thing,” he tells you.

“I’ll grab that for you now,” you tell the attractive cop, whose name you now know is Tim.

“Thanks,” he replies before stepping to the side with his coffee.

You use clean plastic tongs to place thirty chocolate chip cookies in a branded box, then pull a jumbo cookie from the warmer. It’s already boxed, so you take a marker out of a nearby drawer and write Happy Birthday with a little candle drawn beside it. If it’s not his birthday, he’ll think it was the wrong box, but either way, you hope it’ll brighten his day. With the cookies placed in a bag, you hand it over the counter and thank Tim for coming in. You hope you’ll see him again. With your tendency to work in the back and the high number of one-time customers you get, you try not to get your hopes up.

The drive to the station is spent in silence. The radio is off as Tim enjoys what he considers the best cup of coffee. His mind continues to return to you, the cute girl at the bakery, who he could tell was a little shy. Your service was great, but you didn’t quite meet anyone’s eyes or engage in small talk.

After parking in the station lot, Tim pulls his jumbo cookie from the bag. The birthday wishes make him smile, and he shakes his head as he wonders how you knew. Granted, it could have been the wrong box or something, but Tim prefers the idea that you did it special for him. The receipt is on the bottom of the box, and he pulls it away only to see that you gave him the cookie for free. Maybe it will be a good birthday, after all, he thinks.

Tim enjoys half of his cookie, then returns it to the box to save for later. Tim will most certainly be returning to the bakery because your smile and the taste of the coffee and the cookies together are pretty close to perfection.

Tim sets the cookies on a central table in the bullpen and opens the box. He can immediately tell that there are more than 24 cookies, and he shakes his head at your kindness.

“Happy birthday!” Lucy calls as she runs to his side.

“Thanks,” Tim replies, in a better mood than the last decade of birthdays combined.

“You’re back!” you cheer when Tim returns the following morning. Melanie called to tell you her exam went well, but she had to wait for the essay portion to be graded, and you invited her to rest at home one more day while she waited. So, you’re at the front again.

“I am. Thank you for the birthday note yesterday,” Tim replies, smiling. He has a gorgeous smile, you think. “How did you know?”

“I noticed you smile when the birthday cake souffle came out,” you explain softly, shrugging rather than providing more explanation.

“I really appreciate it. My coworkers loved the cookies, too.”

“I’m glad. You want to try something else today?”

Tim smiles, and you unconsciously move your fingers to the side of the register where you can include discounts and freebies.

“What do you recommend?” he inquires.

“Our maple pumpkin biscotti cupcakes are pretty well-loved. I like the chocolate swirl croissant,” you answer. “It’s new, but..”

“Then I’ll take thirty-six of those cupcakes and two of the croissants. On one condition.”

“Yes?” you ask, furrowing your brows.

“Let me pay for it this time.”

You nod once and type in the order. As Tim steps to the side, you begin helping the next customer and whisper to Mitch to give the officer a small coffee with the excuse of preparing it too soon for a pickup order.

“I’m paying for it,” Tim insists after it’s left on the counter.

You ignore him, smiling as you take another order, and Mitch gives him the bag of cupcakes.

“See you,” Tim calls as he leaves.

“Have a good day!” you call after him.

When you return to the kitchen around 10 a.m., you sigh and set out to make something you think Tim will love.

Over the next two weeks, Tim comes in daily. He gets something for the officers at this station or just a treat for himself, and on one busy morning, he says hello and orders a coffee. You look forward to seeing him each morning, finding an excuse to be at the front during his usual time. He is the kindest customer you have ever had, and you want to ask him out. Each morning, you give yourself a pep talk and get encouragement from Melanie or Mitch, then get shy and fail to tell him how you feel. So, you find a way to brighten his day and remind him you’re there and you see him. You slip him a freebie, give him a free coffee, charge him for a smaller size than what you give him, or ask him to test a new item and get back to you. If it’s not on the menu, I can’t charge you was your excuse for the last one.

As far as you can tell, he has noticed you. He comes in and immediately finds you or keeps his eyes on the kitchen door until you exit. Yet, he hasn’t said any more than you have. Eventually, one of you will say something… or so you hope.

You’ve slowly opened up but can’t speak more than a few sentences before you remember who you’re talking to and get shy again. Tim asks about you, how you’re doing, what your favorite menu item is, what you’ve baked recently, and you gladly listen when he tells you about himself in return. It seems like you're getting to know him, but you still want so much more.

One morning, nearly three weeks after meeting Tim, you glance at the clock again. He’s late. Or he isn’t coming. As you leave the counter and return to the kitchen, you make red velvet cupcakes for a large order and try not to think about Tim. You didn’t say anything for three weeks, there is no reason to assume that he had any real reason to come back.

Melanie enters the kitchen, and you look up hopefully, but she shakes her head.

“I’m sure he was just running late or had to go in early. He’ll be back tomorrow,” she says softly.

You shake your head and begin portioning the cake batter into muffin tins. Getting your mind off Tim will be hard; he’s consumed every one of your thoughts for nearly a month, but you have a business to focus on and more customers than the handsome sergeant who was your favorite daily customer until today.

 Several hours later, Mitch is on the phone when the chime over the door rings. You wave to him and walk out of the kitchen, then stop behind the register.

“Sorry I’m late,” Tim says.

You remain silent as you look at him. He’s wearing a bulletproof vest beneath his shirt, there’s a scrape over his eyebrow that looks recent, and the knuckles on his left hand are darkening. Based on his appearance alone, you assume he was late for a good reason.

“What can I get you?” you ask, breathless, as you move to stand behind the register. “It’s on the house.”

Tim smiles, and you have to remind yourself to listen. He orders your favorite, then places his hands on the counter and leans closer to you. You nod, then blink and ask him to repeat himself.

“Your favorite,” he says.

“How do you…”

“You told me. I remembered.”

You lick your lips before whispering, “Why?”

“The same reason I know that you hate working at the register because you’re shy and it drains your energy. You’d rather be in the back with your recipes and music than up here with customers. The reason I know you own this place but don’t advertise it because you don’t want the attention. All of that, all of you, is why I keep coming back. And I’m really hoping that those things will be why you say yes when I ask if you’ll go out with me.”

You swallow but can’t form words yet. Your answer is yes, of course, it is. When you open your mouth, though, you ask, “Are you okay?”

Tim smiles again and says, “I worked all night and could really use some of your amazing coffee.”

“You missed breakfast?”

Tim extends his arms so his hands are closer to yours and corrects, “I missed you.”

“Yes,” you whisper. “I really want to go out with you.”

Tim nods, then thanks Melanie when she sets a coffee cup on the counter beside him. He sees your number on the side and smiles, but you drop your head momentarily to avoid the embarrassment Melanie provides.

“I promise we’ll do something you’ll like,” Tim assures as his fingers brush yours.

I’ll find the courage to do anything with you, you want to say. Deciding that is more of a second date statement, you merely nod and ask Tim, “Do you actually want my favorite or is there something else you’d prefer?”

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The Marcusgate

It all started on a lazy Sunday, which was now Carmy's favorite day of the week, and with Syd and Carmy binge-watching Netflix's Blue Ribbon Baking Championship and remembering that Sandra Lee was a regular Bear's customer whenever she was in Chicago, so they pinged Richie to get her number and congratulate her for the show that Sydney was crazy about.

Syd maniacally took notes on all the recipes on the show and came up with variations of each that she planned to run by Marcus the next day. She was overjoyed when one of the bakers used lemon-macerated Concord grapes in his cake, and that excitement was quickly replaced by disappointment when that same baker was the first to leave the competition. And when she saw Sandra Lee in tears over a cheesecake, she knew she had to ask Marcus to add that cheesecake recipe to The Bear's menu as soon as possible, so she asked Carmy to contact Sandra and try to get all the intel.

In time, this led to all four of them starting a Blue Ribbon group chat that included Syd, Carmy, Sandra, and Marcus. They exchanged recipes and talked specifically about logistics to ensure plagiarism wasn't one of the ingredients when Marcus made The Bear's version of those desserts. Not only to avoid any potential legal complications that could affect the restaurant's or Marcus' reputation, but also because both Syd and Carmy knew that plagiarism was the fetish of those who can't, the lowest of crimes that only mediocre criminals commit, and they were way above that, as naturally so was Marcus. They also greeted each other on their respective birthdays and, of course, invited each other to dinner whenever that could be arranged.

One day, over one of those dinners that took place at Casa Sydcarmy, on a Sunday night when Sandra happened to be in town, she pitched an idea to the Michelin Star award-winning chefs: "What do you guys think of joining me as Executive Producers on my next project: Cordon Blue Ribbon?"

"Cordon Blue Ribbon?" Marcus was intrigued.

"You mean the Cordon Bleu version of your show?" Syd quipped.

"Exactly, and only Michelin Star award winner pastry chefs could compete on it and the prize would be a million dollars, instead of just $100K." Sandra's eyes met Marcus and stayed laser-focused on him.

Carmy was still silent and in disbelief when he looked at Marcus with a mix of curiosity and shock on his face, to know what he had to say to that.

"Sounds interesting..." Marcus added as he popped a mini cinnamon churro in his mouth, courtesy of Sandra who knew better than to show up empty-handed to a dinner party thrown by 2 Michelin Star award chefs.

"That's what I told my manager! When she came up with the idea, I was super interested right off the bat. You'll see, I have a 3-year contract with Netflix, and making another Pie Blue Ribbon cooking show wasn't going to cut it. It was more of the same, and innovation is a must in television if you want to stay relevant."

"You should know... having an Emmy under your belt, right?" Syd fangirl had entered the chat.

Sandra laughed and graciously accepted the compliment, meanwhile, Carmy had no idea what the ladies were talking about because he had never watched one of her shows before Syd came into his life, let alone a daytime Emmy award show.

Sandra went on and kept focusing on Marcus.

"So we decided to bring in more award-winning chefs and raise the stakes for this next project. That was the only way we could get the million-dollar prize approved. So... what do you think Marcus? Would you be on board? Would you be interested in competing for a million dollars?"

Marcus looked at Syd and Carmy, like asking for their greenlight and they both smiled and silently agreed.

So it was settled and when the show happened, he was going to be there, front and center. Sandra assured him.

Fast forward 6 months and the pre-production of the contest was being kick-started in Los Angeles.

Syd and Carmy declined the offer Sandra made them to be Associate Executive producers of the show so that Marcus could be a participant and no conflict of interests compromised him. Marcus, in exchange, offered them a cut of the prize if he won and Syd and Carmy agreed to only take credit on social media about being his sponsors and mentors but vehemently declined every penny he offered.

"You owe us nothing, Marcus, this is all you," Syd said.

"What are you talking about? Carmy believed in me when all I knew how to barely make were buns and you pushed me to be better, Sydney, to push myself. I wouldn't have gone to Copenhagen if it weren't for you, guys..."

"But because of your amazing work we also got a Michelin Star, Marcus. That star was a team effort, you're one of us. That's more than enough payback if you ask me." Carmy clarified with a: "Period" tone.

Marcus heard the subtext and was quick to be on the same page "Heard, chef."

Shortly after Marcus was wowing the judges with his creations, all 100% by Marcus Brooks. He took no inspo from the recipes he got from the chat he shared with Sandra, Syd, and Carmy. His only inspiration came from his loved ones, his affections, and people that he had met along the way and that had had a true impact on his life. Including Luca and Michael.

Marcus slayed the competition one killer dessert at a time.

There were 9 rounds and the grand finale. The level of complexity was evergrowing.

Marcus was a serene force of nature on that set.

He bagged the first round with a peach pie served in a sundae dish with a scoop of lemon buttermilk gelato at the base topped with balsamic caramel sauce and a half-moon shaped, fresh peach hand pie. The hand pie was hot, just out of the oven so the contrast between that and the ice cream was what really got the judges. They were amazed by Marcus' talent, from day one and knew he was final-round material from the get-go. There was no doubt about it in their minds because he was not only incredibly skilled but also calm and focused. He didn't falter under pressure.

The second round was also in Marcus' pocket when he served a petite croissant over a brass cooling rack dotted with Pearl sugar and honey filled with a gooey Délice de Bourgogne cheese and finished at the table with black truffle, inspired by Chicago's Kasama. The judges' feedback was amazing. They said it was exquisitely clever to use this as a cheese course. "The technique and execution were exemplary," they assured.

Then it was the turn of the most luxurious and rarest ingredient of them all: Criollo.

For those viewers at home who may have not been too familiar with this ingredient, Sandra gave a brief presentation:

"Criollo is a very rare and precious variety of cacao that was at risk of extinction for many years. It is the cacao of the Mayas and the Aztecs, the cultivation of which has been progressively abandoned owing to its low yield. It is a delicate cacao and makes up just 0.01% of global cacao production. Tonight, our chefs will use it as the primary ingredient to bring us the Wow factor we are looking for and that will earn them immunity in the next round. Let the Criollo games begin!"

With that, Sandra dismissed the participants and allowed them to go to their stations to start working their magic. They only had 50 minutes to make it happen and make it count.

Marcus decided to go with something a little bit different. He crafted his chocolate pyramid with a creamy ball of guava sorbet and a tasty coconut foam. He also crowned it with a thin sugar collar sprinkled with sesame seeds, flecks of red chili, and a little black garlic, providing complementary flavors and a subtle warmth too.

Immunity was his bitch.

For the next round, seeing as he was untouchable he decided to go rogue, he had the liberty to make whatever he wanted so he decided to make what he called: "Dreaming of Lod Chong". The judges were blown away when he served his creation in a small bowl that displayed this square of pandan parfait in a sauce of salted coconut cream. Marcus added specially treated crushed ice as a final flourish, too. Those little ice pieces looked exactly like diamonds. It was an unexpected success, expertly balancing sweet and salty notes. "The ice also added great texture. It was a solid finish.” That was what the judges had to say about it. Again, Marcus blew them away.

He kept advancing to the next rounds till he got to the semi-finals and the judges put the chefs through the wringer like never before.

The assignment was to make the outside of the dessert look like the main ingredient on the inside. The goal was not to sacrifice flavor to achieve uncanny and realistic resemblance, plus never losing sight of creativity and originality.

Most contestants failed the test because they presented obvious desserts that anyone could find in any respected bakery.

But Marcus, Marcus Brooks told a different sweet story with his dessert. And it wasn't even that sweet. It was acid and sweet and perfect.

Mojito Pie.

This was a memorable pie, the judges said. It had a buttery graham cracker crust topped by a very light lime and mint mousse that was dusted in lime powder to resemble an actual lime. This was served with a lime sorbet and spritzed with rum.

"It was adorable to look at and even better to eat," Sandra concluded.

That pie granted him a spot in the final.

Marcus was tense for the first time ever in the competition. He hadn't been that nervous in a long time. It was unlike him to be so high-strung.

Two days later, when the final episode of the show was being shot, Syd and Carmy surprised Marcus and showed up at the studio, along with Chester, for emotional support. The Bear was closed, Marcus was that important to them. The only other time when the restaurant was closed was on the occasion of Ever's funeral service.

Now it was Marcus' turn to be blown away. He was over the moon. And Carmy tried to give him some sort of pep talk but all he managed to say was: "You're already a winner, Marcus, just don't fuck it up and you'll be fine."

Syd dramatically rolled her eyes at Carmy's words and added: "Marcus, don't think about the prize ahead, think about what you've accomplished so far. You got this. And we got you."

Marcus smiled at her kind words and then the little moment Syd and him were having was interrupted by Chester's heavy palm on his back that sounded like a slap but was meant to be supportive and encouraging.

"My man! The million-dollar chef!"

"Not yet, Chester. Not yet!"

"What are you talking about?! That big fat check is yours, Marcus. What show have you been watching? They freaking love you, man. This finale is just paperwork, go get 'em!"

Marcus couldn't help but snort and nod. "Will do, Chest, will do, thanks, man!"

So, when the judges announced it was showtime, Marcus' entire life as a baker flashed before his eyes.

The final assignment was a triple one: They had to come up with a 3 step-sweet menu inspired by their past, present, and future as pastry chefs. And there was a catch: The future had to be a sweet version of a savory dish and look on the outside like its original savory version. They only had 3 hours to complete all 3.

Marcus knew he could pull a trifecta off, but he was afraid that pulling it in only 3 hours was pushing his boundaries as a baker a bit too far.

He went for it anyway.

For the past version of himself as a pastry chef, he decided to make "The Sydney's Donut", which was nothing but a Copenhagen-inspired and elevated version of the donut that Carmy had destroyed like a little bitch. That one was easy but he elevated it by presenting it on an edible marshmallow carved bowl.

Marcus' present at The Bear after winning a Michelin star was far more fancy, so he served the judges a "Turkish Delight, Almond, Manjari, Chocolate, and Rose." This chocolate bar hid a light, creamy chocolate center with a lovely layer of almond panna cotta. Arranged on top were Turkish delights, almonds, crystallized rose petals, and a quenelle of silky smooth almond ice cream. This dessert was currently part of The Bear's menu and it was the most popular choice among its customers with a sophisticated sweet tooth.

For the future, Marcus took inspiration from Syd and Carmy as a whole, and their collective impact on his life. Their love inspired him and so did the invisible string that seemed to connect them long before they met. When Marcus heard the whole story about Sydney's favorite meal and saw the pictures she had taken, he was deeply moved by it because it looked like Carmy had literally put his heart on the plate for her and it was exactly the kind of story that his mom used to love and cherish. So in honor of Syd and Carmy's love story and of his late mom, to whom he was going to dedicate the victory if he took the prize home, Marcus decided to make a fake heart-shaped Paupiette of hamachi with blood orange sauce. For the Paupiette of hamachi, he used molded white chocolate that he wrapped in a fine vanilla crepe and carefully colored with some cinnamon powder for it to look precisely like the original fish. The blood orange sauce was based on its original recipe minus the garlic and the chili flakes and he elegantly topped all that with a thin sweet potato chip sprinkled with sweet chili flakes to replicate the exact aesthetic of the fateful dish that proved to be Sydney's favorite.

The alchemic reaction was epic when the judges tasted that masterpiece. There was no more contest and the other two chefs knew it even before the unanimous verdict was announced.

All 3 of Marcus' works were mindblowing but the Paupiette of hamachi with blood orange sauce was not only flawless, but its appearance was exactly the same as Carmy's dish. There was no way to tell them apart.

To wrap up the award ceremony and his acceptance speech Marcus was asked to say a few words about each dessert on his menu and go over the reason behind each choice. When the time came to explain why he had chosen to make his own version of Paupiette of hamachi with orange sauce he said that Sydney, his mentor, and friend, had confided in him a long time ago that the best meal she had ever had was that dish, by Carmen Berzatto, back in NYC when he was the best CDC in the world and they hadn't even met yet. Marcus went on to mention that Carmy, or "Bear," as he called him, was also his friend and mentor and that without them, he probably wouldn't be there. And that he was forever thankful to both.

Carmy was saucer-eyed, he had no idea that he had made the best meal she had ever had. A dish he instinctively made for her, breaking all the rules and defying his boss' direct orders.

Syd looked at Carmy with that intense yet sweet but never condescending look she reserved for him only and took his hand as she smiled at him and tightened her grip.

Carmy smiled back and then re-directed his attention to Marcus when he elaborated on the background story of his winning dessert when Sandra said: "Wow! That is unbelievable and disarmingly sweet! You're telling me he made the best meal she ever had before they met and now they are husband and wife?!"

"Yes." Marcus smiled and looked at them.

Sandra was beside herself and declared: "That's the most romantic story I ever heard! Did Sydney just tell you one day: 'Oh by the way, Paupiette of Hamachi with blood red orange sauce is my favest and Carmy made it for me before we met in New York when he was the best CDC in the world?' Just like that? Is that a story she just tells everybody to, I don't know, break the ice?"

Marcus was finally loosening up and laughing out loud and he casually said: "No, no, we were having dinner at her place and..."

Carmy didn't hear what Marcus said next, he just looked at Syd as if he had just been shot and was bleeding to death right before her eyes and went: "WAIT, WHAT?!!?"

A/N: This fic was inspired by that Netflix baking show that I just binged entirely in 2 days over the weekend and Marcus' recipes come straight from the Michelin Guide because I can't even make French toast... My meta on the dish is embedded in the first mention of it.

Enjoy! 💋

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Top 5 Koreatown Restaurants You Should Visit

Do you get that captivating sensation when binge-watching a Korean drama series—especially when the characters cook or eat mouthwatering dishes? In seconds, you find yourself wanting a spoonful of what they’re having.

The excellent news is you won’t have to book a flight to Seoul to do that. Instead, you can drive to Koreatown in Los Angeles to grab a bite of delectable and authentic Korean cuisine.

How Koreatown Came to Be

Popularly known as ‘K-town,” this culturally vibrant and ethnically populated district rose in the early 1900s, having it first established in Pachappa Camp—the first Korean-organized immigrant settlement located in Riverside, California. 

Today, Koreatown has been taking the global market, branching out to different parts of the world. The most notable in Central Los Angeles is considered the largest in the world. 

The culinary scene is one of its biggest draws. Koreatown restaurants serve your favorite Korean delicacies like kimchi and bibimbap. It is also home to multiple cultures and ethnicities in different businesses and cuisines. 

These establishments have become a popular destination for Korean pop culture fans who want a slice of the exact dishes eaten by their favorite actors, idols, and groups.

Many restaurants in the area have incorporated tech-savvy solutions to guarantee a convenient dining experience for all their guests.

These tools include a QR code menu software for contactless dining, cashless payment methods, and online review platforms for customer feedback.

With all these in mind, we’re sure you’re now looking forward to a gastronomic trip to Koreatown.

5 Best Restaurants You Should Visit on Your Next Koreatown Trip

Here are five authentic Korean restaurants in Koreatown, LA, that will give you the most satisfying experience for you and your taste buds.

Gaju Gimbap

Also known as Bunsik, this tiny little lunchtime spot and snack nook is tucked away in California Market, serving affordable versions of famous after-school dishes like gimbap (seaweed roll with rice and vegetables) and tteokbokki (stir-fried rice cake). 

They also serve lappokki—spicy stir-fried rice cakes added with ramen noodles. These are perfect pick-me-up dishes you can indulge in while shopping or having a quick lunch with friends.

Jun Won Dak

Jun Won Dak is a well-known mom-and-son restaurant at West Third Street in Koreatown and is a haven for comfort food.

One of their specialties is samgyetang, a hearty soup made with a whole young chicken filled with glutinous rice and simmered with ginseng, garlic, and Chinese red dates.

The mixture of these ingredients results in a wonderfully tender chicken in a flavorful, piping-hot broth that’s perfect for cold weather.

Fun fact: Koreans have a tradition of eating samgyetang when they have the flu or common cold!

Han Bat Shul Lung Tang

This third-generation restaurant specializes in seolleongtang, or ox bone soup. It’s perfect for relieving a hangover from all-night parties.

Its preparation mainly involves simmering the ox bones for an extended period, allowing them to break down and creating a rich and creamy broth.

The soup comes with beef brisket for added protein and flavor. For seasoning, add salt, garlic, and ginger to bring an aromatic texture to the soup.

Selleongtang often comes with rice and side dishes like kimchi and pickled radish, giving you a good energy source to start your day.  

4. HanEuem by Chef Kang

Pancakes are easily one of the classic American all-time favorites, usually paired with milk and maple syrup. But HanEuem by Chef Kang gives this breakfast option a greener twist.

This modern drinking spot revolutionized classic dishes. Its bestseller is modeumjeon, a combination of jeon dishes or pan-fried battered food in which all the main ingredients are combined in a flour batter and pan-fried into a crispy pancake.

In modeumjeon, meat and vegetables are cut into pieces, individually pan-fried in an egg batter, and served in one platter or basket—the best combination for your favorite drinks. 

5. Park’s BBQ

Samgyupsal, which translates as three-layered pork grilled by itself, brings out a smoky and savory flavor to feast upon. 

For the best Korean BBQ in Koreatown, go to Park's BBQ. They also serve various other traditional Korean cuisines in a clean, smoke-free environment. 

Park's serves prime-grade meats on the table. The beef is paired with various banchan—side dishes made from fruits, vegetables, and herbs that have been simmered, braised, stir-fried, fermented, or pickled and is even on par with some of the best in Seoul. 

Conclusion

Food allows you to experience the culture and traditions of the place it came from without even going there. No need to go to South Korea; simply explore Koreatown in Los Angeles.

So, where will your next food escapade be? We suggest visiting these restaurants for you to enjoy and indulge. 

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Dave's Hot Chicken Reviews: Fastest Growing Chain in the US

If you're a foodie, you've likely heard of Dave's Hot Chicken. This fast-casual chain has taken the US by storm, quickly becoming one of the fastest-growing chains in the country. From its humble beginnings as a pop-up food stand in Los Angeles, It has expanded to multiple locations across the US, offering its signature Nashville-style hot chicken to hungry customers. But what is it about it that has made it so popular? In this post, we'll take a closer look at this hot chicken sensation, examining its origins, menu, and customer reviews.

The Origin of Dave's Hot Chicken

It was founded in 2017 by three childhood friends: Dave, Tommy, and Arman. The trio had grown up eating Nashville-style hot chicken, a spicy and savory fried chicken dish that originated in Nashville, Tennessee. When they couldn't find any good hot chicken in LA, they decided to start making it themselves, eventually opening a pop-up food stand. The pop-up was an instant hit, with customers lining up around the block to get a taste of it. Encouraged by their success, Dave, Tommy, and Arman decided to open a permanent location in East Hollywood. From there, they quickly expanded to more locations across Los Angeles, and eventually to other cities in the US.

What is Dave's Hot Chicken?

It is a fast-casual restaurant chain that specializes in Nashville-style hot chicken. The company was founded in 2017 by three friends who had a passion for great food and wanted to share it with the world. Today, It's has over 30 locations across the United States, with plans to expand even further in the coming years.

Why is Dave's Hot Chicken so popular?

One of the reasons why Dave's Hot Chicken is so popular is because of the quality of their food. Each piece of chicken is made-to-order and cooked to perfection. The chicken is marinated for 24 hours in a secret blend of spices, ensuring that every bite is bursting with flavor. In addition to their delicious chicken, It also offers a range of sides and sauces to complement their main dish. Another reason for the chain's popularity is its affordability. Despite its high-quality ingredients and made-to-order approach, it manages to keep its prices competitive. This makes it an attractive option for budget-conscious customers who don't want to sacrifice taste for value. Finally, Dave's Hot Chicken has also been able to tap into the current trend of spicy food. With more and more consumers looking for a little heat in their meals, It has been able to carve out a niche for itself in the crowded fast-casual market.

Dave's Hot Chicken Menu

At this, the menu is simple and straightforward: hot chicken, served with a choice of sides and drinks. The chicken comes in six different spice levels, ranging from "No Spice" to "Reaper," which is made with the notoriously spicy Carolina Reaper pepper. In addition to the chicken, It also offers a variety of sides, including fries, mac and cheese, and coleslaw. And for those with a sweet tooth, there's the "Butter Cake Bites," a dessert made with bite-sized pieces of butter cake.

Dave's Hot Chicken Reviews

Don't just take our word for it – let's take a look at some of the reviews that Dave's Hot Chicken has been receiving online. "Dave's Hot Chicken is amazing! The chicken is so juicy and the spice level is just right. I love the range of sides they offer, too. I can't wait to go back!" - Emma, Yelp "I've tried a lot of hot chicken places, but Dave's Hot Chicken is by far the best. The chicken is always fresh and hot, and the service is top-notch. This is my new go-to spot for lunch!" - Mike, Google Reviews "I was skeptical about Dave's Hot Chicken at first, but after trying it, I'm a believer. The chicken is cooked to perfection, and the sides are just as delicious. I can see why this chain is growing so quickly." - Sarah, TripAdvisor As you can see, the reviews speak for themselves. Customers love the quality and taste of it, making it a popular choice for anyone looking for a quick and satisfying meal.

Where can you find Dave's Hot Chicken?

If you're looking to try it for yourself, you're in luck. With over 30 locations across the United States, there's bound to be a Daves Hot Chicken near you. The company has locations in California, Nevada, Colorado, Texas, and many more states, with plans to expand even further in the coming years.

Why is Dave's Hot Chicken the Fastest-Growing Chain in the US?

There are several reasons why Daves Hot Chicken is the fastest-growing chain in the US: Unique Concept It has a unique concept that stands out from other fast-food chains. The Nashville-style hot chicken is not something that you can find everywhere, and has perfected the recipe. Social Media Presence Daves Hot Chicken has a strong social media presence, which has helped to increase brand awareness and attract new customers. They regularly post mouth-watering photos of their chicken dishes, which entice followers to try them out. Franchise Opportunities Daves Hot Chicken offers franchise opportunities, which has helped to expand the chain rapidly. They have already opened over 20 locations in the US, and they have plans to open more in the coming years. Affordable Prices Despite being a fast-casual chain, It offers affordable prices. Their menu items range from $5 to $15, making it accessible to a wide range of customers.

Conclusion

It is more than just a trendy food craze - it's a testament to the power of passion and hard work. Founded by three friends who simply wanted to share their love of Nashville-style hot chicken, Daves Hot Chicken has become a household name in just a few short years. If you're a fan of spicy, flavorful fried chicken, you owe it to yourself to check out it. With its expanding list of locations across the US. There's a good chance you won't have to travel far to get your fix.

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A Sweet Spin on Lunar New Year Treats THIS ARTICLE IS ADAPTED FROM THE JANUARY 28, 2023, EDITION OF GASTRO OBSCURA’S FAVORITE THINGS NEWSLETTER. YOU CAN SIGN UP HERE. Since 1924, customers have faithfully lined up at Eastern Bakery, the oldest continually operating bakery in San Francisco’s Chinatown. “A lot of people come over and tell me, ‘Thank God that you’re still around after 99 years!’” says owner Orlando Kuan. Eggy custard tarts, glazed pineapple buns, and sweet sesame balls line the cases here. Many of the recipes are closely guarded secrets, which have remained virtually unchanged for the better part of a century.“The sesame ball is something [bakers] have been making for 2,500 years—how are you going to change that?” Kuan says. “We just use the highest quality ingredients and do our best to make them right.”Many of the mom-and-pop bakeries in Chinatowns across the United States have their roots in baking styles popular in Hong Kong and Taiwan. Jewel-like mooncakes, beloved in mainland China since the Tang dynasty, sit alongside flaky egg tarts, which originally made their way to Singapore, Hong Kong, and Macau via Portuguese merchants. Then there’s the airy chiffon cakes, an American invention from 1927 that’s since gained a firm foothold in Asia. “The older, immigrant generation bakers tend to stick to what they know and they are good at that,” says Heather Wong, the founder of Flouring LA in Los Angeles’s Chinatown. “You can rely on these bakeries to provide cakes that taste exactly like the ones you remember from 30 years ago.” As much as Wong loves the confections found in traditional Chinatown bakeries, she and other young Asian-American bakers are also putting their own spins on traditional sweets. For Lunar New Year 2023, she’s preparing a whole assortment of sweets, including cake bars filled with either crunchy black sesame butter or sweetened adzuki beans. Growing up, she remembers adults insisting on very light, not-so-sweet desserts. “We want to please the elders, but also we grew up in America,” Wong says. “We've grown up on Twinkies and doughnuts and things that are much sweeter and more substantial.” Her desserts draw on her experience in French and American patisserie, as well as the flavors from her childhood. “It’s a natural evolution of Asian desserts.”For Emmeline Zhao, managing partner at Silver Apricot, a contemporary Chinese-American restaurant in New York, traditional Chinese sweets served as a jumping-off point. “A lot of Chinese pastries and cookies are specifically designed to be consumed with tea, so they don’t necessarily stand alone,” Zhao says. “What we really wanted to do was to take that element of American cookie craveability and combine it with the inspiration of Chinese sweets you’d have for New Year.”For Lunar New Year, the restaurant is offering cookie tins filled with a mix of sweet and savory nibbles like scallion pinwheels and Pu’erh tea shortbreads. Lacy, crisp doilies are Zhao’s riff on hup toh soh, the crumbly walnut cookies. Meanwhile, black sesame palmiers are a nod to tāngyuán, glutinous rice balls stuffed with black sesame paste swimming in a light syrup.“Black sesame tāngyuán is so symbolic of Chinese or Lunar New Year, we wanted a representation of that in the cookie box,” Zhao says. “We felt like a flaky, sweet palmier was a perfect vehicle for that.”Aside from the fact that they’re delicious, tāngyuán are a popular snack for the Lunar New Year because their name sounds like “reunion.” “The Lunar New Year is, over the course of roughly two weeks, the largest migration of people in the entire world,” Zhao says. “That's because the Lunar New Year is about unity. It's about the coming together of friends and family.” Eddie Zheng, who co-owns The Little One, a dessert shop in Manhattan’s Chinatown with his wife Olivia Leung, has particularly strong memories of Lunar New Year. In between passing out red envelopes and watching the lion dances, much of his family celebrations revolved around meals. “Lunar New Year celebrations and traditions mean a lot to the both of us,” Zheng says. “That's because that was usually the only time our hard-working parents would take a day off, relax, and enjoy each other's company with an abundance of food. For us, the eating begins the night before Lunar New Year, when multiple generations of family get together.” For the Year of the Rabbit, Leung and Zheng are baking pineapple pinwheel cookies inspired by Taiwanese pineapple cake, as well as peanut butter-strawberry spritzes that nod to Chinese peanut candies. Yuzu linzer cookies are their inclusion of citrus, which is a traditional symbol of good fortune.“We look to offer what we liked to eat during our childhood and bring that little bit of nostalgia as well as showcasing Chinese culture,” Zheng says. The couple also teamed up with Kopitiam, a Malaysian restaurant in Chinatown, to collaborate on a very special cake. “Kyo [owner of Kopitiam] and us were just hanging out talking about the upcoming Lunar New Year festivities and she became homesick,” Zheng says. “We remembered her telling us that she would eat these pandan chiffon cakes back in Penang and we wanted to surprise her by making her some.” The result was an incredibly light, golden confection with faintest pale green tinge and a hauntingly sweet aroma. “For us, we were excited to work with pandan as it is very underrepresented,” Zheng says, describing it as “fragrant with this sweet grassy aroma.” For Daniel Corpuz, founder of his eponymous shop Daniel Corpuz Chocolatier in Canal Street Market, sleek bonbons in the shape of miniature rabbits are on display for the Lunar New Year. As a Filipino-American, Lunar New Year celebrations were not part of his family traditions, but Chinatown has always represented an important community space for him. Whether traditional or remixed, sweets for the Lunar New Year are ultimately meant to be shared across the generations. Both traditional sesame balls and black sesame palmiers would feel right at home passed around a communal table. “In Chinese culture, the coming together of friends and family is also centered around having meals together and making meals together,” Zhao says. “Food is always at the center. Food, in our culture, is love.” https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/lunar-new-year-chinese-bakeries

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love is fatal I calum tattoo artist/ piercer au I part 1

A/N; A new series that has been in the works for almost 2 months! I am clearly a sucker for Cal AU. This is my first time writing in 3rd person & I hope you enjoy this, if there is something you love/hate or stuck out to you tell me! Feedback is my fave.  Stay safe and rested; mind, body and soul. 

Word count; 3.8k + 

Warning; drug mention , swearing, angst 

“Do I look okay?” He asked nervously as he was standing in front of his best friend. 

Veronica reached over to straighten his tie after she finished paying for the parking meter, “You look handsome. Now stop moving.” She giggled and finished fixing his tie, “Perfect. Grayson you are going to get this job. You interned at a tattoo shop for 2 years and you’re an artist. Your art is literally on my body.” She winked and walked with him towards the tattoo shop he was interviewing for. 

“I know but Ronnie, you’re my best friend so of course my art on your body.” He remarked as he walked with her.  He stopped in front of the Starbucks, “Can we get some coffee before my interview?”

 “You are already jacked with energy without coffee. Plus you’ll get even more jittery.” Veronica expressed hoping they’d get out of the heat sooner rather than later. 

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair and gave her the puppy eyes she never could resist, “I’ll get decaf. Plus you forgot your water, you need something to drink!” 

She shook her head and rolled her eyes playfully, “Let’s go, I won’t deprive you of Starbucks.” She smiled and Grayson opened the door for both of them and Veronica walked in and Grayson followed. 

“I don’t know anyone who goes to Starbucks just for Iced Tea and a cake pop, besides you.” Grayson remarked as he walked up to the barista and ordered his Decaf Iced Vanilla Latte, Veronica’s Iced Passion Tea with Lemonade and Cookie Dough cake pop before Veronica could even register he had already paid for it. 

She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at him, “Grayson! I could’ve gotten my drink and cake pop. You didn’t need to pay for it.”

“Oh yes I did, you are giving me a ride for this interview. It’s the least I can do.” He smiled at Veronica and led her to the spot where they picked up their order. They both looked around noticing how busy Starbucks was getting. She looked at him and he looked at her and they both started giggling. 

“Thank god we got here when we did!” Veronica cooed as they stood there and waited for their order. 

“I know right?” He responded and crossed his arms and before hearing his name and grabbing his coffee and giving Veronica her drink and snack. He grabbed her hand to get themselves through the crowd of people, he opened the door for her as she followed his lead and walked with him. 

As Veronica and Grayson got closer to the tattoo shop, Grayson’s grip on Veronica’s hand got tighter and she looked at him and squeezed his hand, “You’re going to do great. I know it.” She encouraged him as he looked at her nervously. 

“You sure I don’t look like a complete idiot?” He asked nervously, his cheeks flushing pink. 

“I promise you don’t. You got this Gray.” She reassured with a smile on her face, she gently squeezed his hand again. She led him to the tattoo shop and they both were amazed by the size and the huge sign in black and red saying Gotham Tattoos, in the middle of Los Angeles. She finished her drink and threw it in the trash outside before grabbing the door knowing that Grayson was too nervous. 

He followed her inside as she led him to the front desk where a blonde curly-haired man with blue eyes sat waiting, he saw them and smiled, showing his dimples and he stood up and Veronica realized Grayson was no longer the tallest man she’s met. “Hi! Welcome to Gotham Tattoos. I’m Luke, what can I help you with?” Luke said with a faint Australian accent.

“I’m Grayson Nicols, I’m here for my interview with Calum.” Grayson explained nervously and Veronica could feel his hands getting sweaty against hers. 

“Oh, of course, you are his 12 o clock. I’ll page him and let him know you’re here.” Luke affirmed with a smile and sat down to use the phone. 

Grayson looked at Veronica with the look she knew so well, “I believe in you. I know you will kill this.” 

Veronica and Grayson heard Luke put the phone down and then he stood up, “He’s ready for you Grayson, I can walk you to his office.” Veronica let go of Grayson’s hand as Luke made his way away from his seat and before he could even leave the desk, another tall man walked up to the desk. His skin was Carmel, he was dressed in black dress pants and a white button-up and tie. He had blonde curls with his black roots showing paired with his dark brown eyes. 

“Thank you Luke, I can walk him to my office. Hi Grayson, I’m Calum Hood.” Calum's voice so deep it shocked Veronica, his Australian accent thicker than Luke’s. He outstretched his hand for Grayson. 

Grayson shook his hand and said nervously, “That’s me, G-Grayson Nicols.” Veronica giggled at his nervousness and he let go of Calum’s hand. 

 Calum raised his eyebrow in Veronica’s direction while he pursed his lips, “Thanks for being early, Follow me.” Calum stated as he led Grayson to his office and they disappeared. Veronica smiled at Luke and leaned against the front desk looking around the shop feeling comfortable with her favorite sounds heard only in tattoo shops; the sound of tattoo needles buzzing. 

“What’s your name gorgeous?” Luke asked with a smile and Veronica felt her cheeks turn pink 

“Veronica, most people call me Ronnie.” She smiled and her cheeks turned even pinker when she looked in his gorgeous blue eyes. 

“No one calls you Ronica?” He teased and winked, putting his hand in his pocket as he leaned on the desk. 

Veronica couldn’t help but giggle, “Surprisingly, not a soul.” She winked and smiled at him 

“Huh, people are weird Ronica.” He smirked and giggled and ran his fingers through his luscious blonde curls. 

“Don’t I know it.” She smiled and crossed her arms as she leaned on the counter, “So Luke, you wanna show me around or do I have to give myself a tour and try not to walk into Grayson’s interview?”

Luke chuckled and stepped away from the desk and motioned Veronica, “I can definitely give you a tour, follow me.” He smiled and walked away and Veronica was in awe of his impeccable style as she followed him throughout the shop. 

Veronica looked around at the body jewelry, the prominent dark red and deep black artwork mixed with electric blues, “So tell me Luke, what else do you do around the shop?” She felt silly for asking but she was curious. 

“Well Veronica, I usually schedule appointments and let customers know how much their deposits are, coordinate rooms and I help clean if I have downtime. I help with payments for tattoos as well” He smiled and her eyes looked up to meet his eyes and Luke showed her one of the empty rooms and Veronica gazed at the walls and how artistic and unique they were. Each room had different color schemes and anesthetic. 

“Why is this entire shop decorated better than my entire house?” Veronica joked and smiled at Luke who was laughing at her remark. 

“That’s a good question, you’d have to ask Calum and our tattoo artist Ashton about that darlin’.” Luke winked and walked away from the doorway. 

Veronica followed him and asked, “Did they design the overall anesthetic to the shop?”

“In some ways yes. The owner is the artistic director for the whole place and tells us what he wants.” He smiled and Veronica noticed she could only hear the music in the shop.

Luke looked at her and smiled, “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna make sure Tucker has everything ready for the payment for the tattoo okay?” 

Veronica nodded and smiled, “Okay!” Luke smiled at her and walked away and went over to the desk and Veronica looked around at all the artwork and she smiled when she heard her favorite My Chemical Romance song playing in the background and she smiled and looked around the shop and stopped by the body jewelry. 

Her eyes were glued to the barbells, she had been wanting nipple piercings since she turned 15 but her family and Grayson would always argue with her about it. It was always at the back of her mind even when Grayson would remind her how much it would hurt, how long the healing process was or how he didn’t think she’d like them. She checked her watch to see that it was almost 1:15. Time flew by when she was talking to Luke, she looked at the other body jewelry and tried to guess what jewelry went with what piercing without cheating and reading the labels.

She heard Luke’s laugh and smiled instantly. She fidgeted with her rings and the popsocket on the back of her phone before she felt it vibrating in her purse.  She looked at her screen and saw Grayson’s name. She unlocked her phone and read his text. 

-As you predicted, I got the job. Doing paperwork now! 

Veronica squealed softly and looked around for Luke and he disappeared. She went outside to get some fresh air and she immediately regretted it. The heat was overwhelming and she put her sunglasses on to shield her eyes from the blaring sunshine. She felt her sweat dripping down her back as she stood in the sun and leaned on the wall of the shop. She felt her phone vibrate in her hand and it was her boss asking her to come in early if she could. She told her boss she could try her best since she was still out with Grayson. 

Veronica put her phone back in her purse and cigarette smoke filled her lungs unwillingly.  She turned to see Calum who was leaning against the shop wall with one hand in his pocket. 

He looked her up and down and inhaled his cigarette and exhaled in her direction.  She tilted her head and rolled her eyes at his immaturity. “What’s got your panties in a twist princess?” Calum coaxed as he leaned toward Veronica, his mysterious eyes seeing right through her soft pink sunglasses frames. 

She pressed her lips and rolled her eyes at him, “None of your damn business. Don’t call me princess, you prick.” 

He exhaled his cigarette and narrowed his eyes at her, “Who peed in your coffee this morning?” He grunted. 

She crossed her arms, “I don’t drink coffee.” She spat and tried to avoid the smoke by moving away from him. 

He inhaled his cigarette and blew the smoke in her direction again. She coughed reacting to the smoke hitting her lungs, He rolled his eyes at her overreaction,  “Well maybe you should, might put you in a better mood princess.” He emphasized the last word to get under her skin. 

“I doubt that. Aren’t you supposed to be in an interview with Gray?” She commented

“He’s finishing up his paperwork, he doesn’t need my help.  I needed a break from him talking about you every other sentence.” He stressed before inhaling his cigarette and narrowing his eyes at her. 

“He’s my best friend, I’ve known him since I was 10. There’s nothing more to it than that. It’s not your business if it was.” She breathed before he exhaled his cigarette undoubtedly in her direction 

“You’re listed as his emergency contact and you drove him here, I think someone is blind to the fact her best friend might be in love with her.” Calum explained and inhaled his cigarette. 

“We live together, that’s why. His dad took his car so I drove him. That’s what friends do.” She insisted, sighing from annoyance. She was so tired of people assuming that they were in love with each other. 

“I dunno about that princess, that’s something a girlfriend would do.” He breathed as he exhaled his cigarette smoke in her direction. 

“Fucking shit,” She coughed and glared at Calum who was smirking, “Would it kill you to blow your smoke in the opposite direction?” Veronica argued before leaning away from him. 

“Maybe. Maybe not.” He hummed and winked before Veronica walked away, leaving him outside in the heat to finish his cigarette far away from her. She walked past him and opened the shop door. She took off her sunglasses and smiled instantly when she saw Luke talking to Grayson. She walked up to the front desk and Luke looked at her and smiled. 

“There you are! Luke and I thought you got lost!” Grayson mused. 

“I was outside talking to my manager and you’re douchebag boss.” She explained and heard the shop door close. 

Luke laughed at her comment and Grayson's eyes widened, “Shhh. Are you ready to go?” Grayson asked before Calum walked up to the desk and Veronica glared in his direction. 

“Mhmm.” She agreed and grabbed her car keys out of her purse. She looked at Luke and smiled, “It was nice meeting you, thank you for the tour.” 

“Of course! It was nice meeting you doll. If you ever want to hang out,” Luke smiled and got out a piece of paper and wrote his number down and smiled at her, “Text me.” He winked and she could feel her cheeks flushing. 

“I will! Have a good rest of your day Luke.” She smiled, grabbing the piece of paper from him and tucking it in her pocket. 

“Thank you!” He smiles and Veronica and Grayson leave and Calum gives Luke a weird look, “What’s that face for?” 

“Why do you wanna hang out with her?” Calum doubted as he ran his fingers through his hair 

“I like her, she’s cool.” Luke informed as he shrugged. 

“That’s not the word I’d use to describe her.” Calum advised as he looked at the schedule for the rest of the day. 

“What’s your point? Honestly Cal, you’ve slept with clients so I don’t exactly trust your judgment on this.” Luke explained as he sat down. 

******

Veronica parked in front of Luke’s house and cut the engine of her car. She sighed as she read her most recent text from Caleb, her friends-with-benefits for the past 6 months asking if he could come over tonight. She told him she was busy and put her phone in her hoodie pocket before grabbing her car keys. She got out of her car and closed the door and smiled when she saw Luke standing outside smiling at her as she walked up to the front door. 

“Ronica!” Luke joked as he stretched out his arms and she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him and he hugged her tight. 

“Lucas!” She joked as she hugged him and he let her go and they both laughed. 

“You’re the only person who I let call me Lucas.” He smiled and opened the front door. 

“You’re the only person who calls me Ronica.” She smiled and he led her inside of the house. She looked around to see soft white walls with black and white decor, smells of cigarette smoke mixed with sandalwood and vanilla filled the house. 

He giggled and turned to look at her, “I still don’t get that.” He winked and he closed the door behind her. 

“Me neither, it’s so much better than Ronnie.” She giggled and followed Luke towards the living room. She heard a loud groan and she saw Calum sitting on the couch. She rolled her eyes in response to his obnoxious groan. 

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Calum spat as he stood up and crossed his arms while his eyes met hers. 

“She has a name and it’s Veronica, asshole.” She spat back as she pursed her lips and she could feel the frustration in her eyes as she looked at Calum. 

“Fuck off Cal. I invited her.” Luke interjected and led Veronica down the hallway past the kitchen towards his room. He opened the door and led her inside, “Sorry about him. He’s been weird lately. I think it’s cuz he hasn’t been laid in a couple days.” He smirked and his cheeks turned pink. 

Veronica giggled and shook her head, “Probably. Grayson can get that way too.” She turned red and smiled at him. 

“Lucky us huh?” He chuckled and grabbed his phone, “Shall we order pizza and turn on Netflix?” 

“Sounds perfect. I’ll eat any kind of pizza as long as there aren’t any anchovies, mushrooms or spinach.” She smiled and sat down on Luke’s giant bean bag. 

“Who actually eats pizza with that shit on it?” He narrowed his eyes and smiled and got on Domino’s website and started ordering pizza, “Do you want those bomb Parmesan twists?” 

She nodded and smiled, “Hell yes.” He finished the order and put his phone down to grab the remote and turn on his T.V and get on Netflix. 

He plopped on his king size bed and looked at Veronica and motioned her, “C'mere. There’s no need for you to be sitting all the way over there.”

She giggled and got off the bean bag and walked over to his bed, “I didn’t want to assume and just climb on your bed!” 

“Well it’s definitely big enough for the both of us.” He smirked and winked as he moved over to make room for her. She climbed on the bed and scooted closer to him and he started to look through Netflix. 

“Why do you always smell so good?” She smiled and inched closer to get a better smell, “I don’t know anyone who smells as good as you.” 

“I mix two colognes.” He smiled and looked through T.V shows. 

Veronica smiled and looked at the t.v and recognized her two favorite T.V shows, “We could watch American Horror Story or Orange is The New Black!” She recommended 

“I’ve never seen American Horror Story, which season should we watch?” He smiled and tilted his head. 

“Asylum, Coven or Freak Show.” She smiled and he looked through the seasons and clicked on Coven and she smiled at his choice. 

Luke's energy started to drain and he laid his head on her lap and she ran her fingers through his curls and gently massaged his scalp. Halfway through the first episode, Luke almost fell  asleep in her lap and he decided to sit up. He randomly would check his phone and check updates on their order. When the pizza was getting delivered Luke left the room to wait and Veronica paused the show and waited for Luke. She checked her phone to get another text from Caleb and she ignored it. She usually would text him back but this was different. She told him she was busy and he didn’t leave her alone like he usually did. This was the second time in a week he was texting her about coming over, weirdly both times she was with Luke and she wanted to hang out with him verses someone who gave her mediocre sex. 

The door swung open and Luke smiled as he brought in two pizzas and their Parmesan twists. “Finaaally! I’m gonna set this down and then get us plates and drinks.” 

“I could help Lukey!” She insisted and got off the couch with her phone in her hand and grabbed the pizza’s and set them on the bed and he smiled. 

“Thank you, follow me to the kitchen so we can get some drinks!” He mentioned and she followed him and they grabbed some plates and Luke offered her drinks ranging from cranberry juice to tequila. They both grabbed Coke’s and went back into his room. 

Luke and Veronica sat on his bed and ate their pizza and watched American Horror Story until Luke wanted to watch a scary movie. Veronica knew almost every scary movie on Netflix, they decided to watch The Ritual since neither of them have seen it. Once they finished the pizza they moved the empty boxes off the bed to make more room for them. 

Veronica felt her phone vibrate again and she groaned and Luke looked at her and narrowed his eyes, “Are you okay?” He paused the movie to see what was going on. 

“My friend-with-benefits Caleb is driving me crazy. He hasn’t seen me since Sunday and he’s impatient.” She sighed and looked in his eyes. 

“Damn, usually it’s the other way around.” He grabbed her phone and set it on his night stand, “Now you won’t get tempted to text him back, horny bastard.” He chuckled. 

“God I know right? Where’s the bathroom? I should pee while the movie is paused.” She explained and smiled at him. 

“Down the hall to the left.” He smiled and got off the bed so she could get off easier. 

“Thank you! I will be right back.” She smiled and climbed off the bed and walked towards the door and opened it. 

“I’ll be here darlin’” He smiled and crossed his arms. She walked out of the doorway and walked trying to figure out which room it could be. 

There were three doors on the left side of the hall and all of the doors were closed. She slowly stepped closer to the first door and put her hand on the handle and slowly opened it,  realizing it’s the laundry room. She closed the door and  walked towards the second one slowly and before she could reach the door handle she heard sounds she somewhat recognized, in a way she wasn’t expecting to hear tonight. Bed creaking and the bed frame hitting the wall repeatedly. As she got closer to the door it became clearer what was going on, the loud moans and unfamiliar voice saying Calum’s name confirmed her suspicions.  She quickly walked away from the door trying to ignore what she just overheard. She opened the last door and sighed in relief when she saw that she finally found the bathroom. 

She stepped inside and quickly closed the door and turned on the light and went to the bathroom. Once she finished she washed her hands and then put her hair up in a messy bun. She flattened her hoodie and shrugged her shoulders. She turned off the light and opened the door. She saw a girl with jet black hair walking towards her wearing the shirt Calum was wearing when she saw him earlier. Veronica failed to avoid eye contact with the other girl as she got closer to her. Her green eyes caught Veronica’s hazel eyes and she narrowed her eyes at her as the other girl stopped when she was side by side to Veronica. The strange smell of cologne blended with a fruity perfume made Veronica cough when it engulfed her lungs while her olive green eyes met Veronica’s as she gulped in response. 

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[thelastspeecher]

Angela Pines

I just wrote another 2k words for this AU today when I was supposed to be doing the dishes, so screw it, I’m gonna start posting what I’ve written.  This is the reason I haven’t been updating my multichaps.  I’ve been writing, but only writing my nonsense.  So, presented with zero context, here is some of what I’ve written for the AU that has been occupying my every waking moment the last few days.

Enjoy.

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              The bell over the door rang.  Filbrick looked up.  He frowned at the sight of his three sons rushing into the shop.

              “I thought you were gonna spend the whole morning at the beach,” he rumbled.

              “We were, Pops,” Stanford said.  He looked over at his older brother, Shermie.  “But…”

              “But what?” Filbrick asked.  Shermie walked over to Filbrick, carrying something in his arms.  He gently deposited it on the counter.  Filbrick’s eyes widened behind his glasses.  Sitting next to the register was a very young girl, no more than four.  Her dress was caked in sand and stiff, likely from soaking in saltwater and then drying in the sun.  She looked up at him balefully through a mess of tangled blonde hair.

              “Did you boys kidnap a little girl?” Caryn asked, propping a hand on her hip. She had been shining some of the display items, like she frequently did when she needed a break from being a phone psychic.

              “No!” Shermie said quickly.  “Stan found her washed up on the beach.”  Filbrick looked at his twin sons.

              “Which one?” he asked.

              “We both found her,” Stanley said.  Filbrick grunted and made a gesture for Shermie to continue.

              “They came and grabbed me, and we went all up and down the beach looking for her parents.  No one knew her.  I figured we should bring her back here for now.”

              “Hmph,” Filbrick grunted.  He parted the girl’s hair, revealing eyes the color of the ocean.  “What’s your name, kid?”

              “An-n-ngie,” the girl squeaked.  It almost sounded like she put a “B” at the beginning of her name, but Filbrick chalked that up to her age and apparent speech impediment.

              “How old are you, Angie?” Filbrick asked.  Angie held up three fingers.  “Three.”  Filbrick looked over at his wife.  “Caryn, get her cleaned up and bring her back down here.”  Caryn nodded.  She picked Angie up and brought her upstairs.

              “What’s gonna happen with her?” Stanford asked.

              “Dunno,” Filbrick said roughly.  “Go take over polishing for your mom.”  His sons did as they were told.  About ten minutes later, Caryn returned with Angie.  She was now wearing one of Stanford’s old overalls, and her hair had been carefully combed and put into a braid.

              “Poor thing seems scared out of her mind,” Caryn remarked, walking over to Filbrick.  She set Angie on the floor.  “We should probably call the authorities.”  Filbrick nodded.  At the feeling of something tugging his pants, he looked down.  Angie was now standing, staring up at him with enormous blue eyes, pulling on his pant leg.

              “Up?” Angie whispered fearfully, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. Filbrick picked Angie up, intending on handing her over to Caryn again.  However, she immediately nestled against his chest, clutching fistfuls of his shirt.  Her tiny body shook.  Filbrick felt himself soften.  He cleared his throat.

              “Shermie, take over the register.  I’m gonna go make some calls.”

              “You got it, Pops,” Shermie said, coming over.  Filbrick carried Angie up to the apartment above the pawnshop.  He grabbed the phone and went over to his armchair and sat down.  Now sitting in Filbrick’s lap, Angie leaned her head against his chest.  Filbrick softened further.  He coughed roughly and began the process of tracking down the girl’s parents.

              Half an hour later, the pawnshop closed for lunch.  Caryn, Stanley, Stanford, and Shermie all traipsed upstairs. The twins openly gaped at the sight of Filbrick in his armchair, Angie curled up in his lap fast asleep. Filbrick glared at his sons preemptively.  They scampered away without saying anything.

              “Any luck?” Caryn asked, walking over and kissing Filbrick on the cheek. Filbrick shook his head.

              “No.  I talked to my buddy on the force.  He didn’t have any reports of missing kids with her description.  But he said that it might take a while for the report to come in.”

              “Do you think we can…keep her?” Caryn asked softly.  Filbrick grunted.

              “It’s a kid, not a stray dog, Caryn.”  Angie shifted slightly in her sleep, mumbling something.  Filbrick softened yet again.  “Randy said that once it’s been a coupla weeks, we can be confident that her family either can’t or just flat-out doesn’t want to find her. And if it reaches that point, he’ll help with the adoption papers.”

              “She’s so sweet and small,” Caryn cooed, stroking Angie’s golden, silky hair. Filbrick had done the same earlier, but stopped when he heard footsteps on the stairs.  “I feel like she was meant for us to find, Filly.  We always wanted a little girl.”

              “You always wanted a little girl,” Filbrick grunted.  Caryn rolled her eyes.  She picked Angie up.

              “Don’t act like you weren’t disappointed you didn’t have a daughter to spoil rotten.”  Caryn carried Angie off, probably to put her in a bed better suited for her size. Filbrick suddenly missed the slight amount of warmth Angie produced in his lap.

              He got up and went to the kitchen to make a sandwich for lunch.

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              Filbrick wandered into the kitchen for a glass of water.  He let out a yawn.  The chaos of the previous day, when they’d finally begun the formal process of adopting Angie, had worn him out thoroughly.  In the morning, they were planning on going to the store to get Angie some clothes, something he was already dreading.  He wasn’t one for clothes shopping.

              Small footsteps sounded.  Filbrick looked over.  Angie toddled past the kitchen entryway in the oversized shirt she was wearing as a nightgown, seemingly on a mission.  Filbrick quickly set the glass he’d grabbed on the counter and followed her.  He caught up to her just as she reached the top of the staircase leading to the pawnshop.

              “What are you doing out of bed, angel?” he asked, picking her up.  The nickname was Caryn’s creation.  It based upon her name, Angela, and the fact that she’d appeared out of nowhere.  Filbrick sometimes used the nickname in front of Caryn, but not his sons.  Not yet.  They didn’t need to know he had a soft side.

              “Fwog,” Angie mumbled blearily.  Filbrick frowned.  Frog? He turned her around.  Her eyes were glazed over.  She stared at him blankly.

              “You’re a sleepwalker, huh?” Filbrick muttered.  Angie babbled at him.  “And a sleeptalker, too.”  Filbrick carried Angie over to the recliner.  He sat down and leaned the chair back.  Angie curled up on top of him.  “Your mom and I figured out your middle name today,” he informed her, stroking her hair. “Diane.”  Angie brought her thumb to her mouth to suck on it.  “Angela Diane Pines.”  Angie abruptly sat up and made like she was going to walk away again. Filbrick quickly pushed her back down and held her there.

              “We’re gonna need to get you a crib, angel,” he said softly.  “Can’t have you falling down the stairs in the middle of the night.”  Angie nuzzled him happily.  Filbrick’s eyes slowly closed.  He fell asleep, Angie curled up in his lap.

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              “Hi!” chirped Angie cheerfully to the latest customer to come to the cash register.  She’d been adopted for only a day, and already she was pulling her weight, at least, in Filbrick’s opinion.  Angie loved nothing more than being down in the pawnshop, following him around.  Her big blue eyes and rapidly growing wardrobe of adorable outfits caused customers to let their guard down and pay much more than they normally would.

              “Oh, hello,” the customer gushed at Angie, poking her prominent nose, eliciting a giggle from her.  Filbrick bit back the urge to tell off the customer.  He didn’t want strangers touching his daughter, but she didn’t seem to mind, and he could tell this customer might be willing to pay through the nose.  So he let it slide.  This time. “She’s adorable.”

              “Thanks,” Filbrick grunted, ringing up the purchase.  “We just adopted her yesterday.”

              “You- oh!  That’s so kind of you.”

              “Well, my sons found her washed up on the beach.  Turned out she was abandoned.  Couldn’t let a sweet little girl like her get lost in the system. Not when she’s got a family right here that would love her.”

              “Aw,” the customer cooed.

              “Sure, things might be a bit tighter with another mouth to feed.  But we had to take her in.”

              “You have such a big heart,” the customer said.  They took out a twenty-dollar bill and handed it over.  “Here.  And keep the change.  Put it towards food for your new little girl.”  Filbrick beamed at the customer.

              “Will do.  Say ‘bye’, Angie.”

              “Bye!” Angie said cheerfully.  The customer chuckled and left.  Filbrick looked over at his daughter proudly.  Not only did her cuteness lull customers into a false sense of security, but telling the story of how she came to live with them made people want to give big tips.

              “Already, you’re making us some money, angel,” he said appreciatively. Angie giggled.  She held her arms out.

              “Up, up!” she chirped.  Filbrick smiled and picked her up.  Angie giggled again.  Filbrick’s heart melted.  Angie had been nervous and scared the first week, but now she laughed and smiled all the time.  He would never admit it to Caryn, but he had been disappointed they never had a daughter. Sure, he wanted a son to pass down his name and store to.  But he also wanted a daughter to shower with attention and fuss over.  He didn’t just like having Angie in the shop because they made more money with her around.  He liked having her in the shop because he hated being away from her.

              Filbrick was already looking forward to taking out his shotgun for a cleaning the first time Angie brought a boy home.

              “All right, angel, time to get you ready for the ceremony,” he informed her. He walked over to the door and flipped the sign on it to read “CLOSED”.  Angie nestled against his chest as they went upstairs.  Filbrick handed Angie over to Caryn, who whisked her away to be put in a formal dress they got specifically for the occasion.  He looked over at his sons, sitting on the couch, dressed up.  Like usual, their hair refused to be tamed, despite Caryn’s best attempts.

              “Pops, do we really hafta go?” Stanley whined, kicking his feet.  “It’s just a dumb ceremony.”

              “It’s not dumb, Stan,” Filbrick rumbled.  “It’s your sister’s conversion.  She’s gone through the legal adoption, now she needs the religious one.”  Stanley crossed his arms and looked away.  Ever since they decided to adopt Angie, he’d been acting out more than usual.  Filbrick didn’t like that.  “You’re going to behave.”

              “Hmph,” Stanley huffed.  Shermie leaned over and tried to press down his younger brother’s exuberant curls.

              “Hey, maybe if we all behave, Mom and Pops will take us for ice cream after,” he whispered.  The twins’ eyes widened.  They looked at Filbrick.  Filbrick crossed his arms, but nodded.  The twins promptly sat up straighter, already acting on their best behavior.

              “All right, time to go to temple!” Caryn announced, returning with Angie, who was eagerly sucking on her fist.  She poked Angie’s nose.  Angie chortled around her fist.  “Are you ready, honey?”  Angie removed her fist and looked up at Caryn in what appeared to be shock.  Caryn kissed the top of her head, making her laugh again.

              “Come on, boys,” Filbrick grunted, ushering his sons down the stairs. “Let’s go.”

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              Angie toddled around the store, following Filbrick as he closed things up for the night.  He glanced down every now and then to make sure he didn’t step on or trip over her, but she was maintaining a safe distance behind him.

              “Your mom made spaghetti tonight,” Filbrick informed Angie.  Angie let out a giggle.  Filbrick grinned.  He’d expected Angie’s predisposition to laughing to die down once she’d adjusted to living with them, as had her pediatrician.  But two months in, she still laughed at just about everything.  It was a far cry from Stanford’s tendency to cry at everything at her age.  Filbrick went over to the door, flipped the sign over to read “CLOSED”, and locked it.

              “Papa!” a voice chirped behind him.  He froze.  “Papa!” Filbrick turned around slowly.  He crouched down to Angie’s eye-height.

              “What was that, angel?” he asked.  Angie held out her arms, beaming.

              “Up, up, papa!” she said happily.  Filbrick stared at her.  Despite taking her in months ago, she hadn’t called him her dad yet, and also had yet to call Caryn her mom.  The pediatrician wasn’t sure whether it was because she didn’t think of them as her parents, or whether she was still working on assigning names to everyone. It had taken her weeks to start calling the twins “Stan” and Shermie “Sherm”.

              “We need to show this off to your mom,” Filbrick said.  He scooped Angie into his arms and carried her upstairs, his heart racing.  His little girl finally thought of him as her dad.

              “Pops, we’re gonna go get school stuff tomorrow, right?” asked Shermie the moment Filbrick entered the apartment.  Filbrick nodded.  “Got it.” Filbrick made a beeline for the kitchen, where Caryn was stirring a pot of sauce.  She looked up.

              “How’d things go, Filly?” she asked.  Filbrick opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Angie.

              “Mama, hold!” Angie whined, stretching her arms out for Caryn. Caryn’s eyes widened.  She took Angie from Filbrick.

              “That’s right, angel, I’m your mama,” she whispered, holding Angie tightly.

              “She called me ‘papa’ downstairs,” Filbrick informed her. Caryn squeezed Angie.

              “Oh, she’s finally really our little girl, isn’t she?  She knows we’re her parents.”  Filbrick nodded, trying to act stoic.  “And the boys have finally accepted her, too.  Our family’s complete, Filly.”  Angie looked over at Filbrick with a smile that stretched ear to ear.  Filbrick nodded again, caving once more at Angie’s exuberance.

              “Yes.  It is.”

[deliciousedible]

Cupcakes, brownies, pastries, cakes, and cake pops! Everything and anything out of these can bring a bundle of joy among loved ones, no matter the occasion. Today, cake cutting is celebrated in full swing as the trend of customized cakes hiked up. That’s where the role of the finest cake delivery in Los Angeles comes into play. They allow you to order a delicious cake and customize it according to your taste and preferences.

[crimsonbluemoon]

Terrornuckle/ Terrormoo (did we change the shipname?) 18, 1, 26

Okay, I went way too hard on this one. I always do that with this couple, damn >.>

AU: Celebrity Trope: Friends to loversPrompt: “sometimes, i sit in bed and wonder what would happen if things were different.”

Pairing: Terrormoo

“Where are you going this time?” Brian always enjoyed the limo ride to the private plane Brock owned. It was one of the only times that he got his friend alone, really. When he was working, he couldn’t be distracted and would lock himself in his home for days at a time. Brian didn’t blame him for it; being the writer of the biggest novel series in the world meant that he needed to nurture time for his craft. When he wasn’t writing his amazing stories, he was being carted away by Marcel, his manager, to different parts of the world for interviews and book signings. One day he’d be in their city, and the next he’d be in Hong Kong. 

“It’s a small tour, so I’ll just be doing an interview with Ellen, a book meeting with my company in Los Angeles, and then a Q and A at a convention in San Francisco. I should be back before Wednesday.” Brian remembered a time when Brock hated flying. The loudness of the plane, the turbulence, the fear of falling before completing his dreams in life- Brock had told Brian them all one drunk night three years ago. Back at the time, Brock had only just picked up some steam, and had been asked to come to a small bookstore in Atlanta to meet some fans. They met as neighbors four years before, their apartments both sharing terrible heating and thin walls. That was when Brock’s greatness was still hidden. Two months later, the world would be exposed to Brock’s beautiful smile. 

That had been before.

“It’s okay if you can’t make it,” Brian answered, trying to keep his grin wide to hide his own feelings. Brock always worried his lip too much when he thought Brian was upset, which then would get him scolded by Marcel and the make up artist he’d have to deal with for Ellen. Brock once told him he hated that part about his TV appearances the most. Brian remembered the first time Brock  had pursed his lips out for Brian to coat with lipstick left over from his high school theater make-up. How his eyes had popped out after the eyeliner guarded his lids like a coat of armor. How Brock’s eyelashes looked so long with mascara. Brock hadn’t needed blush; he’d turned a pretty shade of red when Brian had told him how beautiful he was. 

But that had been before. 

“It’s your birthday. I won’t miss it.” Again hung so heavy in the air between them, Brian was sure he’d choke on it. He glanced out the limo’s window with a chuckle he hoped wouldn’t be wet with the sadness he held back. Last year had been…a rough time for them. Brock’s busy schedule pushed Brian away, and the conflicting feelings of jealousy and sadness waged war in Brian’s heart, making him curl away from Brock’s friendly affection when he did have time. Because Brian didn’t want friendly; it took a month long absence of Brock’s presence by his side for him to realize it. 

His birthday had been shared with friends and family, with pretty girls and lots of booze. Brock was in Madrid, promoting his new book. There were no ‘after birthday pancakes’ the next morning, no horribly burnt bacon (six years and Brock still couldn’t make it right) and embarrassingly (but endearing) off-key singing. There was a nameless stranger in his cold bed and shameful hickies on his neck, which would have been signs of a successful birthday years prior. 

  But that was before. 

“I’m not saving you a piece of cake if you’re late,” Brian said instead of any of the words that rattled in his heart. Brock rolled his eyes, his shoulder bumping gently into Brian’s. He didn’t pull away, and Brian stayed quiet about it. 

“I’ll buy a whole customized sheet cake from that fancy bakery you liked in California and bring it back with me.” 

“You wouldn’t, you hate showing you’re rich unless it’s for charity,” Brian answered quickly, their eyes meeting at the challenge.

“Or if it’s for you,” Brock’s soft reply twisted something fierce in Brian’s stomach, his fingers digging into his pant leg to keep from pulling Brock into a kiss. Because he knew it was the truth; Brock always spoiled Brian. He did the same for his other friends, sure, but Evan and Tyler never let Brian forget how ‘special’ he was. 

Brock moved him into a house right next to Brock’s that Brian could never afford, and always made sure his needs were taken care of. Brock took Brian on some of his longer trips to Venice or Palm Springs, which Brian loved. But it had been just seven months ago when he had first discovered Proof Bakery in California. It was his favorite place, though not for the pastries like Brock always assumed. The little shop, which was way overpriced and the lines far too long, was where Brian first realized just how in love with Brock he was. The moment would always be sketched into his mind; the whipped cream that had crept over Brock’s nose from his frothy drink, the shy smile, the soft way his voice caressed the tail end of Brian’s name, and the sunlight that illuminated just how breathtaking all of it was put together. 

He’d nearly confessed right there, if not for the fact that cameras and paparazzi were hanging on every word they said. Their picture had been splattered on several tabloid magazines, with questions of their ‘relationship’ hounding both men for weeks. Brian had been avoidant of the question, waiting for Brock to bring it up. He never did, not to Brian, though he always spoke about his ‘good friend’ on TV shows and red carpet interviews. It’d been a knife in Brian’s heart. Because once, Brian had hoped the soft glimmer in Brock’s eyes at the bakery had been love for him. 

But that was before, too.

“Evan’s gonna get jealous, then Scotty will whine, and you’ll have to do it for everyone. With all the friends you have, you’ll actually put a dent in your wallet.” Brian doused any increased heartbeat he had by reminding himself how dedicated Brock was to making all his friends happy. Hurting himself more, he patted Brock’s thigh, not letting himself enjoy the muscle under his palm before pointing out the window. “Look, got here in record time. Almost time for you to head out.” 

“Oh, right.” Brock’s voice hid something that Brian missed looking out the window, but by the time he glanced back, it was gone. He quirked an eyebrow, knowing he was grinning like a fool after Brock’s cheeks turned pink. 

“You don’t sound to excited to get on your plane, mister. What, you gonna miss this beautiful face?” He forced himself to wink and blow a kiss at Brock, expecting the normal eye roll or scolding curve to his name that always made him feel special. 

“What if I will?” So the open heartbeak that cracked Brock’s eyes made Brian pause, frozen by the look he never wanted to see. 

“Brock, what… you know you can call m-us.” Desperate to get rid of the look on his friend, Brian leaned closer, ignoring his own rules of touch to cradle Brock’s face in his palms. “Video chat, anytime. Day or night, I don’t care. If you miss me- or any of the guys, that’s okay. We’ll miss you, too. We always do.” 

“We, or you?” The distinction seemed important to Brock, but Brian’s tongue was too tied up in emotion to give a response. Sighing, Brock closed his eyes, letting his shoulders fall in defeat. “Sometimes…sometimes, I sit in bed and wonder…. what would happen if things were different?”

“Different? Different how?” Brian asked, unsure if his heart could stay contained in his chest at the soft nuzzle of Brock’s nose against his fingers. 

“If I’d told you how having you come on the ride with me in the limo to the airport always helps me feel safe before leaving. If I said how much you saved me from my fears of flying by giving me all those helpful tricks. If I’d admitted you were the first person to make me feel beautiful that night with the make-up. Or, if I’d…if I’d been the one you’d taken to bed the night of your birthday last year, not that girl.” Soft flesh trembled against Brian’s thumb when he brushed it over Brock’s mouth, feeling the words from his own heart spill through Brock’s lips. “Would this be different, if I’d told all those TV hosts or interviewers the truth.”

“What’s the truth?” He was breathless from a marathon only his heart was running, eyes desperate for Brock’s pretty gaze when it finally opened to him again. 

“That I’m head over heels in love with you. Would that make any of this different between us?” He was so vulnerable, splaying himself out in front of Brian with his heart in his hands. It was rare to see someone with Brock’s power, money, status in the world with such an open soul. But this moment, this little piece of Brock now shining bright in the back of the limo, this wasn’t for the world to see. This was Brian’s, if Brian would take it, and nobody else’s. 

“Yeah, that makes a difference alright.” Brian leaned forward slowly, making sure Brock felt every indent and inch of his lips when kissing him. The kiss was slow, longing, full of each negative and positive emotion Brian had ever felt for Brock. He took his time pouring himself over Brock, teasing the crevices and dips of the mouth he’d been sure he’d only taste in his dreams. Brock was a willing participant, once his mind seemed to kick back on. Lust and need simmered just under the overwhelming love he had for Brock, and after fully divulging the months of realized emotion into their kiss, he pulled back. Not far, as his next words were whispered softly against bruised lips. “It’s going to make you late for your flight, love.” 

Usually, Brian hated saying goodbye to Brock after their limo trips, knowing it was another chance for him to find someone to settle down with on his adventures without Brian. Brock still left this time, Brian waving from the limo they’d destroyed with their love making. This time, Brian’s heart didn’t ache watching Brock disappear into the plane taking him away. There was no pain.

Because that was before; before Brian knew Brock loved him, too.

[formeryelpers]

Toppings Yogurt, 872 Via De La Paz, Los Angeles (Pacific Palisades), CA 90272

Fro-yo girl here. I’ve known about this Toppings Yogurt location for many years but this was my first visit. I’ve been to their other location in the Pico-Robertson area and my experience there wasn’t that memorable. But that visit was many years ago. Toppings has endured, so it must have some loyal customers. It’s also close to another premium self-serve froyo shop, The Yogurt Shoppe. Toppings has more flavors (16 vs. 10) and toppings than The Yogurt Shoppe. They claim to have one of the largest toppings bars in the US.

Note, I visited during the COVID-19 pandemic, so the experience was a bit unusual (no samples, fewer toppings, full service, fewer froyo flavors offered, no indoor seating allowed). I didn’t see the price posted anywhere – it’s 87 cents an ounce, which is very high, but it’s Pacific Palisades, so it’s not surprising.

Some of the toppings bins were empty. They still had plenty of toppings (more than usual) but they weren’t labeled. Toppings included sauces (including chocolate shell), candies, fruit, cookies, cereal, nuts, Pop Tarts, cookie dough, cheesecake bites, popping boba, mochi, banana chips, sprinkles, pretzels, etc. They had mini M&Ms, peanut M&Ms and pretzel M&Ms. They had chocolate chips, carob chips and no sugar added chocolate chips.

Froyo flavors of the day:

Tart

Chocolate

Vanilla custard

Chocolate custard

Watermelon sorbet

Yellow cake batter (NSA)

Peanut butter: creamy, smooth and not bland but not too strong on the pb flavor either – very nice, my toppings were great too

Salted caramel

Strawberry

Cotton candy

Irish mint

Café latte

There were a few tables and chairs outside. The shop looked empty (chairs and tables were moved to storage) but clean and pleasant. They only seem to offer froyo. 

You know you love me. X0 X0, fro-yo girl.

4 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

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Heaven-Sent

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Summary: When your marriage falls apart before it even starts, you set off to Atlanta for a new beginning. You decide to face your fear of skydiving. Your guide? Jung Jaehyun. 

Chapter Summary: You learn more about the angelic enigma and uncover the truth. But will that change how you feel about him?

Pairing: guardian angel! Jaehyun x female reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Word Count: 900

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Jaehyun remembered the first time he saw you.

You weren’t aware that the night you were crying on the rooftop was when he descended from the sky. His wings were beautiful. They were translucent with the pinks and oranges of the Los Angeles sunset. His pale skin glowed with stardust. His wavy brown hair nearly touched his bright brown eyes. He had a determined look on his face. He couldn’t be shaken.

He knew a lot about you. You were a woman who had her heart broken in all kinds of ways. Your parents never got along and the divorce was messy. Your mom never took things seriously and never grew up. So she would leave you at your relatives’ and friends’ places when she partied and traveled all over the world. Your father remarried and slowly distanced himself. Forgetting about you and only coddling his second wife’s kids. Your friends? They all led their own lives and forgot about you, all of them assuming you had other friends to rely on. A foolish assumption, you thought. And most recently, the man you thought was your soulmate dumped you at the altar.

But despite all of that, you still had a heart of gold. Your hope for something better was unwavering. You loved volunteering at the local animal shelter and the local nursing home. You felt love from other places when you couldn’t find it in your own family. You loved to draw your deepest desires. You loved to take photographs of things that were usually overlooked. You took the greatest joy in making seemingly ordinary things extraordinary.

Your work ethic was incredible. You worked in entertainment and helped promote some of the biggest names in Korean pop music. Among the millions of things you did with StarGaze Entertainment, you could negotiate with concert venues and make deals with the right designers for the promotional materials and merchandise. StarGaze rarely had dissatisfied customers and you were integral to its operation. And bonus? You’ve been living your dream of working with Korean pop artists. Who would have thought that your fangirling ways would get you somewhere successful?

Even so, the burning flame inside you had dimmed significantly after that dark day.

Unbeknownst to you, Jaehyun stood beside you. Like you, he looked out to the horizon.

Starting today, he would look after you.

Your hair swayed in the summer breeze and he inhaled your coconut shampoo.

Something about that scent was familiar, he thought. He couldn’t figure out how so he shrugged it off and continued to quietly observe you.

You put your headphones in and listened to a song that always made you smile: “Baby I Love Your Way” by Peter Frampton. You swayed as you drummed your fingers against the railing. You sang quietly along to it. Jaehyun liked your voice. It was low and sweet. It soothed him but it also sent pleasant shivers down his spine. Your eyelashes brushed against your cheeks and you looked so beautiful then that Jaehyun didn’t realize he had moved dangerously close to you.

Thankfully, Jaehyun hadn’t physically materialized yet so he quickly gave you guys some space. In case God wanted to tease him and make him materialize before you in an instant.

Which would have led to a kick to his groin and led to you calling the cops.

His Boss could have a very interesting sense of humor.

Jaehyun had to be careful. You were one of the dozens of humans he was sent to guide in the past two years.

But you were the first one to make his heart rate accelerate.

He shook his head. He couldn’t have anything with you. Fraternizing with a human was a big no-no in Heaven’s By-Laws.

Seeing you, though, was the first time in a while that he let himself long for Earth.

11

Meeting Jaehyun felt like a divine intervention. You finally understood what it meant to have a rose-colored view of the world around you. Every morning you woke up not knowing what the day would bring but you felt a twinge of excitement at knowing you would see him.

It had been two months since you two first met and you didn’t know how to describe your relationship. He made you feel safe, always asking about your day after he got off work at Highway to Heaven. He made you feel like the only person to exist sometimes.

He burned mixtapes for you. He shared his favorite songs with you and demanded your thoughts in a five-page double-spaced Times New Roman size-12 font free response. He looked at you with such affection: when you asked people to pet their dogs on the streets, when you took the first bite of your favorite red velvet cake, and when you broke out your old cheerleading routines when you beat him at Jenga. You wondered how the hell you stayed with Chanyeol for so long when someone better had been out there for you.

You weren’t ready to jump into the next relationship as much as a part of you wanted to be with Jaehyun. But thank God, he respected that.

It seemed as if he was open to whatever you wanted. In fact, it was almost too good to be true.

So you two did everything a friend and a lover would do.

And you didn’t worry about labeling it.

But you almost felt ready to let him in.

You just needed time.

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“loves me or loves me not” [stray kids: changbin]

genre: FLUFF (for my bias) 

ficstyle: bulletpoints + LOONNGGG

summary: dark Changbin was recruited by his older sister to help her open up her flower shop cafe; where customers can order coffee, look at flowers/plants, or even buy them~ this was out of Binnie Binnie Changbinnie’s dark concept but all of that changed when he saw you~

note: featured, Chim Chim aka Park Jimin (BTS) // sometimes, when I don’t have enough inspiration to write a requested piece, I write one of my written ideas down // I thank you guys for being patient and that all the requests in my box will be written when I get to them~ (๑꧆◡꧆๑)

“would you do anything for me?” Changbin’s older sister was driving him home from practice

“of course, what’s up?” he says as he’s hooking up his phone to the aux cord

she adjusts herself in her seat, “soooooo you know how I opened up the flower shop cafe right~?”

he looks at her, a little worried, “yeahh~?”

“I need some worke-”

“nope..” 

she looks at him in disbelief, “WHHYY??”

he cracks his neck, “because it’s not in my concept...”

she scoffs, “your “dark” one? you always do aegyo though~ hmm Binnie Binnie Changbinnie? can you do this one thing for me~? I’ll pay you accordingly~~”

he looks over again and pouts, “mmkay..”

she reaches over to pinch his cheeks, “AH! SO CUTE OKAY!”

SKREECH 

they both get out and enter the shop

ding ding

the doorbell chimes; there was only one worker and a few high school girls

“I’ll be right there~” you called out

Changbin leans over to his sister

“who’s that?”

all he could see was your backside

you were wiping down the table; making sure that you are able to see your reflection in them

“Y/N~ I’m back~”

you turned over to where the door was

Changbin forgot to breathe

you were absolutely beautiful; so angelic

his sister slung her arm around you, “lo and behold; my brother, he’s gonna help you out around here so it’s not just me, you and Chim Chim”

you both look at Changbin; waiting for him to introduce himself

“uh.. hey.. I’m Seo Chang-”

ding ding

the high school girls in the back start screaming

“OHMYGOSHTHECOFFEEPRINCEISHERE” they all fangirl amongst themselves but it completely interrupts Changbin’s introduction

Changbin looks behind him to see a “prince-looking” guy; he’s probably Chim Chim

“oh are you a customer?” Chim Chim asks as he hangs his jacket on the STAFF ONLY coat rack and puts on his customized apron

“no. I’m Seo Changbin.. uh the manager’s brother...here to help out” he shoves his hands in his pockets 

(I must’ve looked stupid being interrupted by a good looking guy) he thought to himself 

you rushed over, did a little bow, “I’m y/n, I hope I can be off any help~”

(even their voice is majestic)

Chim Chim stuck his hand out for Changbin to shake, “I’m Park Jimin but you can call me Chim Chim..”

Changbin looks at Jimin for a bit before shaking his hand

“it’s really nice to meet you~” you said cheerfully

he slips his hand away from Jimin and ruffles the back of his head, “thanks..”

“CHIM CHIM CAN WE ORDER MORE COFFEE AND CAKE?” the high school girls caught everyone’s attention

“well guess I’ll go tend these customers then.. nice to meet cha~”

you nodded and waved to Chim Chim as he left

“well seems like everyone is acquainted, we have to go get ingredients for tomorrow. see you guys tomorrow~” Changbin’s sister slung her arm around Changbin and walked out of the shop

“why would you bring me in the shop, just to go back out?”

she gives him a nougie on his head, “because at least you know who else works here.. now let’s go..”

the rest of the day, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and he fell asleep just like that

DAY 2; he was ready to walk into work

ding ding

“oh hello again..” you bowed to greet him and his sister

“Chim Chim and y/n knows everything you need to know so just ask them, okay, Binnie?”

he looks at his sister and gives her the “WHY’D YOU HAVE TO CALL ME BY MY HOME NICKNAME” face

she just smiles, “BYE BINNIE BINNIE CHANGBINNIE, SEE YA LATER GUYS~”

you bowed as she left

“so... can I call you Binnie too? I think it’s super cute”

(how can anyone say no to a face like that?) Changbin was in a pickle

“ye-yeah...” he gets all flustered, no one ever called him that outside of home

“first things first, let’s get you started with the espresso machines”

you thoroughly went through the steps of making espresso; while going through the tips and tricks to making certain type of coffees

there was a laminated booklet of how to make which coffee which was easy to read; “it took me a while to put it together but at least we have a step by step booklet of how to make what”

Changbin was so surprised, he lifted up the booklet

“you wrote all these down? and these drawings are yours?”

you wriggled your nose with your knuckle, “haha yeah..”

everything was in detail and it looked like something off of Pinterest

“this is amazing~”

“isn’t she just the greatest?” you both turn to see Jimin hanging over the counter

for some reason, he made Changbin annoyed

(if this guy keeps on loitering around here, I won’t ever have a chance with y/n.. what if they’re already a thing...)

“stop it, I’m not that great... it’s just the little things count you know?”

they both nod in agreement

“ah, Binnie, I need you to make me a “semi-sweet truffle hot chocolate,” a “hot hazelnut macchiato,” and a “iced raspberry passionfruit lemonade,” Chim Chim says as he rolls up his sleeves

“what will you be doing then..” Changbin was growing irritated: (I don’t think I said it was okay for you to call me Binnie..)

“me? I mess up the drinks every time but the customers still drink it, our customers are the best. I’m in charge of baking and making light luncheons, that’s what I’m good at~ I’m actually in charge of the flower shop but working here? gotta do both~”

Chim Chim disappears in the back; whistling away (to DNA) 

“well let’s get to it then!” you brightly said

you let Changbin do most of the work as you guided him

the two other drinks were done; now it was the moment of truth

how much was Changbin paying attention to the espresso machine?

“does this go like this?” Changbin was just hitting the double shot portafiltro on the gruppro 

you chuckled and lightly grabbed his hand because that’s where the handle was, “it goes into this, push it slightly upwards and turn it to the side, THERE YOU GO YOU DID IT!” 

you started to clap, “good job Binnie~”

he turns around to get the cup for the macchiato, “thanks..”

(CALM DOWN CALM DOWN BRO, YOU CAN’T LET THEM SEE YOU LIKE A BLUSHING MESS)

“hey Binnie your face is red, are you okay?” Chim Chim says as he comes out of the kitchen with two croque monsieurs and a plate of berry-towered honey toast

(DAMMIT CHIM CHIM) 

“it’s just hot in here..” Changbin couldn’t blow his cover so he took off his hoodie

he goes back to finish the hazelnut macchiato and places all the drinks on the tray

“there’s all your drinks..” he mumbled

“could you help me bring it over there, I can’t balance drinks and a towering plate of honey toast from here to over there..” Chim Chim pouts

Changbin looks at you, “it would actually be good if you could get some customer interaction” you say with your lips curling upwards 

(WHY IS Y/N SO CUTE) he internally clenches his heart

he just nods and follows Chim Chim to the customers

“oh.. you must be the new guy.. uh Binnie?” one of them spoke to Changbin

Changbin looks like a deer in headlights, “how do you know my name?”

they giggled, “Chim Chim told us about you when he got our order..”

they whispered loudly amongst themselves, “don’t you think he looks good with y/n?”

“yeah, they look really cute working in the back”

Changbin was flabbergasted, “what?”

“oops.. now now girl, you should talk about what I said too loudly, it’s not even official or anything~ enjoy~” Chim Chim places “sweet peas” on their table as a “thank you” for always coming in everyday 

then he pushes Changbin along as the girls continued to giggle

“wh-what? explain yourself..” Changbin was just a confused mess

Chim Chim points to you and Changbin while you are dealing with another customer, then crosses his arms

“y/n likes you; I’m trying to set my sister up with you”

(this whole time, I thought that y/n were having a thing with Chim Chim but he was actually you brother the whole time?)

Binnie is shook (...AND WAIT SHE LIKES ME?)

“WH-WHAT?!” Changbin catches the attention of everyone

“IT’S OKAY BINNIE, IT’S OKAY, IT’S JUST YOUR FIRST DAY IT’S OKAY THAT YOU DON’T HAVE A CUSTOMIZED APRON” Chim Chim was trying to make it look like you guys weren’t talking about anything important

Changbin covers his mouth and lowers his voice into a whisper, “what do you mean??””

Chim Chim tells him about the one time, he took you to go on a brother-sister night trip in Hongdae and she saw Changbin buskering with his pre-debut group 

she “instantly” fell in love; he quoted

also saying how she almost fainted when she saw you walk in; she didn’t know you were the manager’s brother; calling it “destiny”

Chim Chim goes back into the kitchen but taps Changbin’s butt towards you, “atta’boy”

Changbin glares at him as he is protecting his buns

“so.. y/n..” he leans in over the counter, in your face

you looked up and almost fell

(TOO CLOSE TOO CLOSE) you were about to have a heart attack

“GEEZ ARE YOU OKAY?” Changbin reaches his hands out 

but you just dusted imaginary somethings off your apron, “I’m good thanks, I just slipped on some spilled water...” 

taking a step back, you looked up at him, smiling

“what is it?”

Changbin takes a deep breath in, “CAN YOU TEACH ME ABOUT FLOWERS?”

Chim Chim was in the back, watching; he slaps himself in the forehead

more customers pop into the cafe, “hey Chim Chim, can you cover for me really quick?”

he nods and you bring Changbin to the back of the shop; in the cafe/shop, the walls were covered in flowers that grew on vines and in the back there were 3 steps leading into the glassed flower shop, the glass was to keep the coffee beans from absorbing the scent of the flower and for the flowers to not smell like coffee

 usually people buy flowers after they get coffee so they would usually ask the workers to be taken to buy them

“I also made a book with what kinds of flowers you would give to someone.. like here’s a tab for “thank you’s” and there’s a selection of which color or flower you should get..” 

you went on and on about describing the book but Changbin was just staring at you, in a trance

when you looked up at him, he would avert his eyes in the book or looking at the flowers..

“Chim Chim usually takes care of these flowers.. so if you have any questions about them, you should ask him” you just smiled at him, hoping that he won’t stare at you for so long or you will die of a heart attack

he doesn’t the conversation between the two of you end.. 

so he grabs a daisy, “what’s the meaning of this one?”

you tried to hide your smile, “innocence, purity and true love..WELL I GOTTA GET BACK TO THE CAFE, CHIM CHIM LOOKS LIKE HE’S HAVING A HARD TIME..” 

you left him in the glassed room

his eyes return to the daisy and starts plucking the petals; “ y/n loves me.. loves me not....loves me... loves me not...” 

he keeps on plucking until it gets to the last one..”loves..me..”

with a big smile on his face, he cleans up his mess and dashes to you

Changbin shows up to your side and helps you out with the drinks immediately and it catches you off guard

you bumped into him

“oh? you’re back?” 

he nods with a smile and moves to the cash register, “Binnie Binnie, Changbinnie here, what can I get you?”

and with that the day ends...

Chim Chim and his sister needs to talk about the shop/cafe so they let you and Changbin leave early

“you don’t have to walk me home..” you said as you were fiddling inside the pocket of your brother’s oversized hoodie

the street lights started lighting up one by one, “what kind of guy would I be if I let you walk home by yourself at night?”

you guys were left with the sounds of your footsteps skidding the sidewalk

BEEP BEEP

Changbin looks behind him and pulls you into the safe side of the road 

“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING MAN!!” 

when he looks at you, he takes off his hands and wipes the sweat of his palms on the sides of his pants

“ar-are you okay?”

you just nodded. still kinda surprised by what happened

he sees you trembling; he was debating if he should give you a hug or not

(dammit all)

he wraps his arms around your head; you were the perfect height for him to put his head on top of yours (a plus bc he’s shorter than the other members)

“th-thanks..” 

you were only shocked because he grabbed you out of no where

how was your heart suppose to live? 

and then he hugs you?

whatta joke to be alive

he slowly lets you go and he takes a deep breathe...

“so... would you like to watch me busker again? and go get something to eat after?”

now you felt like you needed to go to the ER

“huh?”

Changbin lowers his hat to prevent you from seeing him blush

“I heard from Chim Chim.....”

(DAMMIT CHIM CHIM)

“OH. THAT. I’M JUST A FAN. AHAH. I MEAN. YOU PROBABLY HAVE A GF. THIS IS PROBABLY JUST FAN SERVICE. AHA” you were getting awkwardly delirious as you were going to walk off

he grabs your shoulders

“I DON’T HAVE A GF BUT I WOULD LIKE TO GET TO KNOW YOU ENOUGH FOR YOU TO BE MINE..”

you both hear someone whistle and clapping behind you guys

it was Chim Chim and Changbin’s sister

“Binnie is finally soft for someone other than his family and Felix..” his sister wipes a tear

and Chim Chim just goes over to take his hoodie back from you

“now you can’t wear my hoodies anymore, you have Binnie Binnie Changbinnie”

Chim Chim and Changbin’s sister childishly run away saying something like, “this happened because we made it happen, let’s go drink to celebrate”

they just left you and Binnie blushing in the darkness with only the street lamp shining over you

“s-so buskering when?” you asked without making eye contact with him

he awkwardly takes off his hoodie to give to you, “uh.. tomorrow?”

“oh-okay I’ll g-go..” you stuttered as you let him put it over you

hopefully tomorrow you guys will jump over the stuttering stage and into the lovey-dovey stage

END

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