#he really went ''good for her 🧁''

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

DORIAN!

I like the way you think.

[nfr-girly]

Baking with Hasan // 🧁 🍰

Summary: Hasan invites you over for a baking stream

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-Hasan had the idea for a while to do a baking stream with one of his friends, he had already done one with QT so he wanted to do it with someone who chat wasn’t familiar with

-that’s when you came into mind, chat knew a little about you from seeing you in the background of some vlogs, but you’d never actually done a stream with Hasan before

-you and him met through Austin and have been really good friends since. Hasan was a little hesitant as he knows you’ve never actually been on stream before, so he wanted to ask you first before confirming anything

-he called you up and asked if you’d want to do a baking stream with him, which of course you said yes to

-Hasan didn’t know it but you had grown to like him as more than just a friend, on occasion you would think for a second that he might like you back, but every time you saw him with these gorgeous models you always give your hopes up

-LITTLE DID U KNOWWW… Hasan kinda likes you back <3 anyway 😋

-you guys call a few days before the stream to confirm times and everything, making sure you both have ingredients ready, you tell him you’re a little nervous about the stream and he reassures you that if you don’t want to do it, please tell him, but he makes sure you know he won’t let anyone be mean to you for even a second

-Hasan is so so serious about this too, he absolutely adores you and if he sees ANYONE be even the tiniest bit disrespectful to you trust he’ll be ready to throw hands

-a few days later you go over to his house and ring the bell, fidgeting with your hands and sorting out your hair

-Hasan hears the bell and all confidence drops. Kayas already at the door before he even comes out the kitchen. He sorts out his hair before opening the door.

-you look up and smile “hey! How are you”

-Hasan smiles back “I’m really good thanks. How are you? Was the journey okay?” Hasan lets you in and hangs up your coat for you, you kneel and pet Kaya as she hops into your lap

-one of Hasans favourite things is seeing you bond so well with Kaya, it’s partly why he likes you so much, you’re the only person who Kaya didn’t bark at when she first met you, it was like she had known you for years

-you two went into the kitchen and set up all your ingredients, talking a little about how you’ve both been

-“you know I’m actually gonna stomp all over you today; my cakes are superior” Hasan boasts

-“shut the fuck up you don’t know shit about baking”

-“yes I do!!” Hasan defends back

-the stream starts and for the next few hours the entirety of the stream consists of you and him blatantly flirting (trust there’s gonna be compilations on yt of you two)

-the whole chat can see through both of you and are so baffled at how blind you are to the other ones feelings

-eventually, you end the stream and start cleaning the kitchen, it takes you two about an hour due to the mess

-Hasan occasionally puts his hands on your waist as he moves past you

“thank you for coming over to do this, I mean really I appreciate it” Hasan tells you

“Of course no worries, it was fun we should do it again sometime”

Hasan pauses and thinks. Just ask her out already what are you doing?

“Hey listen I was just wondering- i don’t know, if maybe you wanted to go out sometime?”

You look at him as your breath catches in your throat

“Uh- yeah sure, is it just us or with some friends?” Please say just us

“Well I mean I was thinking just us. Unless you think that would be weird-“

“No- Hasan id love that” you smile at him as he nods, smiling himself

“Okay great, would Tuesday work for you?”

“I can check but it should be yeah!”

You two talk as he walks you to the door

“Okay then, well I’ll text you later about places we could go” Hasan says

“Okay then. It’s a date”

Hasan smiles quickly before you can see

He gives you a hug as you head to your car.

As soon as you drive away he smiles to himself and goes to find Kaya, who jumps up at him

“Hey pretty ladyy, she said yes didn’t she? Oh yes she did”

A ping can be heard from Hasans phone, he takes it out and reads it

You

Sooo where should we go? 💗

hasan types out a reply

Hasan

Anywhere you want princess.

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UGH THIS IS SO SHIT but I hope you liked it anyway 😘

🏷️ @mavericksice @thatsactuallyinzane @kaya-p @fullofgutsndopamine @inhibitionfreewriting @the-phantom-author @makeandshift @hot-insurrectionist @hasblair

[poem-i-wish-i-wrote]

okay this request is a little special for me so I hope you like it enough to write it ☺️

so I have my own little baking business and ever since I started with it I haven't been able to get this thought out of my head:

charles meeting the reader at her own bakery and once they start dating and become a couple she makes him try and approve all of her creations before selling them, just super sweet fluffy stuff pretty pleaseee 🧁🩷

-🌟

Hiii dear. it's so cool that you have a bakery business. That's admirable. You are officially the coolest person I've interacted with. And I love how cute this request is. The writing isn't as good as it could have been, but I hope it satisfies you. Thanks for requesting.

I think that you’re sweet

pairing: Charles Leclerc x baker!reader Warning: too many dessert items listed, might make you diabetic. Proceed with caution

 You got to the shop early today. It wasn’t even bright out yet. You cleaned the kitchen and started working on different pastries.  You put the croissant in the oven, and work on some delicious strawberry shortcake, and blueberry cheesecake. Fresh brownies and cookies. Even some eclairs, danishes, cupcakes, blueberry and chocolate muffins, glazed donuts. It took about 4 hours to prepare everything. You came in at 4 am. Your employees came around 6 and helped you with everything. You cleaned the counter as your employee Inez went to turn around the open sign. 

Soon a guy with very handsome features, dark hair, and beautiful green eyes. He instantly caught your eye and not only because he's the first customer. “Good morning. How can I help you?” You smile up at him. “Good morning, I heard about this place from my friend Alex. Heard he is a regular here.” The French accent was really charming on him. “Oh yes, Alex is a regular. I’m glad he spreads the word.” you chuckle. “What can I get you?” 

“Umm, do you have any fresh croissants?” “Yes, they are just out of the oven. We have almond, chocolate, and blueberry filling ones ready. And the pistachio ones will be ready to serve in 10 minutes too.” you smile. He smiles back very warmly. 

“Perfect, can I umm…..get all of them? As many as possible?” That caught you off guard. “All of them?” The boy in front of you chuckles at your disbelief. “Yeah, I’m buying breakfast for all my coworkers.” “Oh,’’ You smile. “Yes, I’ll get them packed,” I say as I gesture at my employees to start the task. I go to help them. The boy's eyes follow you. 

“So are you Alex’s co-worker?” you ask. “Yeah, I’m Charles one of his fellow drivers.” he introduces. “Oh, that explains why you have so many co-workers” you chuckle. “You're the driver for Ferrari, right? I thought you looked familiar,” you exclaim looking back at him. “Yeah, the very one,” he confirms. “What’s your name?” He asked. You look back at him. “I’m y/n”

“That’s a pretty name. Do you own this place?” he asks, eyes still on you as you work. “Yeah, I do.” He smiles in admiration. “It’s a very nice place. You seem so young to own your own bakery. I admire that”. “Thank you” You smiled up at him with genuine gratitude. 

“Do you wanna take a seat, and enjoy a cup of coffee as the pistachio croissants are ready? It’s on the house, as you are the first customer of the day and probably the biggest customer for the month” you ask him. He chuckles a bit, “I’d like that” 

Charles takes a seat as your employee serves him a cup of coffee. He sips on it, eyes never leaving you. He watches as you work.

 Soon his whole order was ready. He comes up to pay with his card. “Thanks for coming and placing such a big order. I hope you like the croissants.” you smile at him as you hand him the bags.

 “Oh, I’m sure I’ll love them. How can I not when someone as sweet as you made them.”

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That was the first day you met Charles. That night he called the bakery looking for your number. It took only one date for you two to be absolutely smitten with each other. You found out, Charles was a specially charming guy, kind and warm, and he was a guy willing to be yours. A few months and a handful of romantic dates later you two were in the bakery again tonight.

The bakery was closed. It was already midnight. You two were in the kitchen. He was sitting on the counter chuckling at the flour adorning your nose right now.

You were experimenting with some new flavors tonight, trying to figure out a new recipe. He just wanted to spent some time with you, So at the time of closing, he showed up to your bakery with two cups of coffee, as your volunteered taster. “Come here,” he says. You walked up to him as he wiped the flour from the tip of your nose with his sleeves, and then kissed it. You both were giggly, having too much fun in the kitchen. 

“Try this”, you hold up a spoon full of fondue for him. He leans in to taste it and immediately his face scrunched up. “I’m sorry to tell you, mon cheir. But that’s the most disgusting thing I tasted” He exclaimed before grabbing the glass of water beside him. “What was that?” “Chilli and chocolate fondue,” you exclaimed laughing at his expression as his eyes widened. “I can’t believe you made me taste that. You are a menace.” you laugh a little bit more at his remark. 

The oven rings and you go to get out the pastry you were experimenting with. His eyes follow you with complete adoration. As you put the cake sponge on the counter he comes up behind wrapping his hands around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder as you go prepare the piastries with the cream and fillings you have made. When you are done, he leaves a kiss on your shoulder before standing straight. 

“Ready to taste some more?” “Absolutely” He expresses. “You know my trainer’s gonna hate you,” he says making you laugh again. “So what is this one? it’s pretty.” He says picking one of the three types of pastries you made. “That’s a lavender and honey pastry.” Charles bites into it and slowly closes his eyes savouring the taste. “Do you like it?” I ask in anticipation. He puts the half-eaten pastry down. And pulls you close.

“It’s amazing. Tastes almost as sweet as you,” he says, before closing the gap between your lips.

[mythica0]

Ok, I kinda feel greedy asking for this.. but that Poseidon x Amphitrite fix was so good I just HAVE to have seconds! X3

Can we maybe get a Part 2..?

What if Poseidon got into a massive Lee Mood? Because, he keeps thinking back to that one night and how nice it was, and.. he wants more of it. But he'd sooner get stabbed in the face with his own trident before he ever admits that!

But with nothing else working to quell this annoying feeling he soon realizes he doesn't have a choice. So one night imagine Poseidon's just sitting there beside his wife, mumbling and stuttering over his words, blushing like an idiot and making 0 eye contact as he struggles to make this request as indirectly & vaguely as possible. But Amphitrite's able to catch on surprisingly fast, and she's more than willing to grant her husband's wish. He just has to ask~ 😉

The whole prompt is basically Amphitrite teasing the hell out of her husband, and this time, she's a lot more ruthless (get it~?) in her attacks (i.e. lots of upper body tkls, gill tkls, neck kisses & belly raspberries).

(P.S. Out of slight curiosity, since I know everyone has different visual descriptions for Poseidon in their stories- does your Poseidon have gills on his sides/ribs or his neck? Sometimes I get a lil confused while reading. 😅 Which specific artist's version of him (AnniFlamma's, Neal's, Gigi's, aulith's, Willows', etc.) are you envisioning when you write him?)

Stupid moods

🎂: Epic the musical

🧁:Poseidon

🍫:Amphitrite

Summary: after a sweet night of tickly cuddles, Poseidon finds himself craving more, much to his dismay.

A/N: this is soooo cute absolutely!! Also, this is a sequel to Sweet Lovin’ so read that first! Not sure I like the ending, but whatever.

Happy new year and Enjoyyyyy!! :D

(P.s: my version/picture his gills are on his neck, and because I’m an artist I imagine my own design!:3)

Stupid moods

Poseidon was irritated.

The previous night, his loving wife have given him a night of cuddles, which ended up with him being gently tickled until they went to sleep.

And now he wanted more. And he hated it.

He felt all buzzy and fizzy, like a soda can that had been shaken. And it was so. Annoying.

All day he tried to ignore it. Pretend it didn’t exist.

All day he yelled at his brain to stop.

But it just wouldn’t listen. Pictures and daydreams flooded his head without his permission, and it was getting difficult to focus.

Obviously, he could just ask his wife to help him, but that was so embarrassing he thinks he might actually rather be skewered by his own trident.

So on the day went, this stupid mood growing and growing with every minute it went unsatisfied.

And finally, it reached a point where Poseidon couldn’t take anymore. If he didn’t do something about this dumb craving now it was going to be a problem. He didn’t really have much choice, unless he wanted to live with this annoying, insufferable buzzing for the rest of his immortal existence.

So, when he climbed into bed with his wife, ready to relax and then go to sleep, he attempted to ask. But it was still incredibly embarrassing, so he stuttered and blushed and really struggled to get the words out.

“Hey, darling?”

Amphitrite looked over curiously. “Yes, my dear?”

“Can you- uh.” He failed to say it directly, needing to find work arounds. “Can you do the- the thing?”

Amphitrite tilted her head a little in confusion, and Poseidon was looking anywhere but in her eyes. This was quite out of character for Poseidon, so Amphitrite was reasonably curious. “I’m sorry?”

“Y- Y’know, the thing. The one you- the thing you did last night?”

At these words, Amphitrite’s eyes widened in realization, a small, fond smile gracing her features.

“Of course honey. But.” She paused for dramatic effect. “I want you to ask. Directly.” Her voice was soft and gentle, but also teasing, making Poseidons already intense blush even worse.

“Uh- I-“ he stuttered a bit, still incredibly flustered and embarrassed.

“Well, if you want something you have to ask for it! It’s only polite.” She teased again, clearly enjoying the lighthearted chance to mess with him.

He stammered for quite some time, but eventually managed to spew it out, the words quick and tumbling as if he was trying to rip it off like a bandaid. “Pleasetickleme!”

As he finally succeeded, Amphitrite smiled and pushed Poseidon down so he was lying rather than sitting. “Of course, my love.”

She leaned down to whisper in his ear, her voice low and teasing. “Your safe word is trident. Use it wisely, because once you say it, I’m done.”

Once he nodded, she pulled back, putting on an uncharacteristic sort of tickle monster persona. “You know, since you asked, I’m not going to be merciful.”

Poseidon tried and failed to mask the excited shiver that he felt at the words.

“You’re going to be a hysterical, breathless mess by the time I’m through with you. No matter how much you beg me to stop, I won’t. I am free to do whatever I want to you, and no matter how bad it tickles, you can’t do anything about it.”

Her voice was sinister and mischievous, in a playful sort of way, not genuinely evil by any sense of the word. That teasing lilt, full of a playful kind of mischief, sent butterflies racing through Poseidon’s tummy, excitement zipping along his spine.

“Are you ready, darling?”

He gave a small, sheepish nod in response, and without any further words, Amphitrite started to rake her claws over his ribs, a fast, gentle motion that left him no chance to hold back his giggles.

“Ehahahahaha Oho myhyhy- ehehehe!”

“Haha, such cute little giggles, my dear~” Amphitrite teased, cooing in a way that made Poseidon blush all the more, his face turning a light pink.

Poseidon squirmed slightly under the hold, despite not wanting to get away. It was overwhelming. It was torturous. It was exactly what he wanted.

She scratched and scribbled at his ribs, pinching up and down the bones. Poseidon squirmed and giggled, unable to stop himself from laughing as that fizzy feeling fully exploded into a ticklish, tingly sensation of butterflies in his stomach.

“Eehehahaha ahaha- ihihi- ehehehee!” He was unable to get words out, not knowing what to say, or wanting to put in the effort to speak clearly through his joyful, bubbly giggles.

Amphitrite cooed, leaning over her husband teasingly as she raked along his ribs. “Tickle tickle tickle~”

Poseidon erupted into a much deeper blush, and as much as he hated to admit it his giggles grew a little more frantic at the teasing.

“Nohoho-! Dohohont dohoho thahat!”

“Do what?”

“Sahahay thehe wohord!”

“Oh? What word? Tickle?” She smirked, feigning ignorance.

“Yehehehehes! Thahat wohord!”

“Hmm.. I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands, my dear. Besides, it’s such a fun word, isn’t it?” She grinned playfully, moving up to scratch at his armpits as she began to tease once again.

“Tickletickletickletickletickle! tktktktktktk!”

Poseidon let out a small, giggly squeal. “Eehehehehe nohohoho!”

Amphitrite smirked, speeding up the scratching, to which she got frantic protests.

“Ahahahahaha! Whyhy- hahahahahaha-!”

Amphitrite huffed a laugh. “Every time you say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ or ‘don’t, anything of the sort- I’ll make it worse.”

“Whahahahahat?! YohOU cahahant doho thahat!”

“Actually, I very much can. Remember, you aren’t in control here, darling.” She emphasized the endearing nickname, making her voice low and teasing. Which, of course, caused Poseidon’s blush to double in size.

“Aww, how cute! You’re turning all red~ is my teasing getting you all embarrassed and flustered~?” She cooed slightly, which only intensified the mentioned blush.

“Nohohoho-! Dohohont tehehease!”

Amphitrite immediately increased the pressure on the touch, turning it into drilling. “What did I say about protesting, hmm~?”

Poseidon’s laughter grew in pitch, frantic but still joyful. “AhahahahahHA-! Ohoho myhyhy gohods thahat TIHIHICKLES-!”

“That’s the point, honey~”

Amphitrite trailed her hands down his sides, a light, teasing touch, leading all the way down to his hips. Once she reached the spot, she squeezed and then drilled into the divots of the bone.

“GYahahahahaha! Nohohoho-! PlehehehEASE-!”

“That’s more protesting, darling~”

Getting the implication of the teasing words, Poseidon frantically protested, only digging his grave deeper.

“Nononono- dahaharlihing plehehehehease-!”

Amphitrite ignored the protests, continuing to drill into his hips and also going up to pepper tickly kisses all over his neck.

At the new, more gentle touch, the sea god scrunched up, his giggles becoming more bubbly.

As much as he was protesting, Poseidon was having the time of his life right now. It tickled so damn much, and he loved it.

While still sprinkling kisses all over his neck and ears, Amphitrite moved her hands to scribble at his belly, making sure to use her claws for extra ticklishness.

“EE- ahahahahaha- dahaharlihing-!” He erupted into louder laughter once more, squirming uncontrollably. He arched his back slightly, which only increased the pressure of the nails on his tummy, making him laugh even louder.

“Yes dear?”

“Ihi- ehehehehe-!” Poseidon had to cut himself off from protesting, knowing it would only make it worse for him.

“Ahh, you’re learning. Let’s see if I can get you to protest some more~”

The words sent shivers down Poseidon’s spine, a frantic, giddy nervousness settled in his chest and stomach. Amphitrite removed her hands from his tummy, and started to blow raspberries there instead.

“EE- nohoho- ahahahaha-!” Poseidon failed to stop the fruitless pleas that spilt from him, squirming around and laughing loudly as his tummy was assaulted with ticklish sensations.

“Hehe, there we go~ now I get to make it worse~”

“AhahHA- PlehehehEASE- myhy lohoHOVE-“

She ignored his pleading, starting to add nibbles with the raspberries on his tummy, using her claws to trace his ear fins at the same time, the conflicting feelings of harsh versus gentle driving him crazy.

“AHAHA- ehehahahHA- ohoho myhy- pleheheHEASE-!”

Amphitrite decided to let up for a moment. “Ah, fine. I don’t want you to give up just yet~”

She stopped the raspberries, and started to just gently trace along his sides, making sure to tease at his ribs, drawing swirling patterns along his skin that left him in a fit of bubbly giggles. He was a little embarrassed to say that he melted at the touch, the gentle shapes relaxing him.

“Aww, look at that. You’re turning into a little puddle of giggles~”

Poseidon didn’t bother to deny it, a few contented hums mixing with his warm giggles. Amphitrite waited until his eyes were closed and he was super relaxed, then she suddenly stopped the tracing.

“Whaha-“ Poseidon’s confused protests of why she stopped were cut off by a scream of laughter as she blew a massive raspberry over his gills, using her hands to scribble and scratch at the gills in the other side of his neck.

“AHAHAHAHA- OHOHO GOHOHODS NOHOT THEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEEASE!” His laughter immediately grew loud and hysterical, his shoulders scrunching fruitlessly to try and block the sensation.

He protested frantically through squeaky, loud laughter despite not meaning any of this. It was absolute torture, complete and utter insanity. And he loved it.

His face was flushed from laughter, tears falling from his eyes as his stomach quivered and trembled from all the laughing.

“Oo, looks like this is a lovely little sweet spot, hmm~?” Amphitrite’s teasing made Poseidon’s already flushed face even redder, his cheeks feeling like they’re on fire from the warmth rushing to them.

“AHAHAHA MYHY LOHOVE- AHAHA- PLEHEHEHEASEE!” He struggles to speak through his laughter, gasping for air in between the loud, joyful sounds.

Then Amphitrite moved both her hands to scratch at his gills, even wiggling slightly underneath to the insides. And just when Poseidon thought it couldn’t get any worse better, she added raspberries and nibbles to his tummy, especially over his navel.

Poseidon couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All he was in that moment was just pure, complete, joyful laughter. All his thoughts could say was ‘it tickles, it tickles, it tickles!’ It was so maddening, so amazingly horrible. As much joy as this was providing, Poseidon really was struggling to breathe now, his stamina running low and his sides starting to ache from the workout, his limit thoroughly reached.

“TRIHIHIDENT-!”

As soon as the magic word was said, Amphitrite stopped. Poseidon panted with leftover giggles, feeling intense lingering tingles over his gills. He had a feeling that he would be struck by giggles just at the thought for weeks to come.

“Aha… Wohow..” he panted out, going to wipe his eyes from the tears, but Amphitrite got there first.

“Are you okay, my dear?”

“Yeheah… I’m Ahalright. Juhust.. neheed a minute.” He giggled, taking deep breaths to try and get the air back into his lungs and the warmth in his face to cool down.

“Was it everything you wanted?”

Poseidon’s brain was so thoroughly turned to mush from the maddening feeling that he couldn’t even think straight enough to be embarrassed, just giving a sleepy hum. He was exhausted after that.

“Would you like some water?”

“Yehes please..” Poseidon answered quietly, and Amphitrite stood up to go get him some.

Poseidon found that he couldn’t stop giggling for the life of him. He still felt it. It was as if it was so intense that it was burned into his nerves and it wouldn’t go away, leaving happy, giddy feelings lingering along his gills.

Short after Amphitrite returned with a glass of water, handing it to him. “Drink slowly, love.”

He just hummed in agreement, sipping off the water for a while as Amphitrite gently rubbed her hand along his stomach to try and ease the leftover tingles.

“Okay, let’s go to bed. I’m guessing you’re tired after that, huh?”

Poseidon hummed as he set down the now empty water glass. They cuddled up in the bed, and Poseidon gave a contented, sleepy hum.

Sleep didn’t take long to descend upon him, and he fell asleep in the comfort of Amphitrite’s loving arms.

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[gldrushh]

SUGAR AND SIN | JK

🧁✧ ˚. TITLE: Sugar and Sin

🧁✧ ˚. PAIRING: Mafia boss! Jungkook x female oc

🧁✧ ˚. WARNINGS: Mentions of threatening behavior and emotional distress.

🧁✧ ˚. BLURB: The suited stranger keeps his promises, and Aurora isn't sure if that is supposed to be a good thing.

🧁✧ ˚. GENRE: Mafia au, grumpy x sunshine, forced proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime/thriller.

🧁✧ ˚. TAGS: jk being a jerk part 21726 but he calls her sweetheart (derogatory), oc going through it part 56372

🧁✧ ˚. A/N: hey!! Hello! Hope you didn't forget me or this story cause I just posted part 10 on wattpad after years of being unproductive!! Who cheered 🤭🤭

🧁✧ ˚. TAG LIST: @scuzmunkie

CHAPTER 6: AURORA

Aurora wasn’t a prophet, but for the past few days, she had this unsettling hunch that the organ pumping in her chest would be the thing to take her down—maybe not by a heart attack, but something close enough.

Grim fact: Her family had no history of heart issues.

Normally, she didn't let anything or anyone burrow deep enough into her thoughts to keep her awake at 2 a.m., contemplating her life choices. Especially not with a knife stashed under her pillow, just in case those choices went south. Well, except maybe that one time when she decided to move away from home and open her own bakery. Her friends loved to call her reckless—more than she'd like to admit. It was probably the same reason her dad hovered over her, always a little too protective.

She'd be lying if she said her reckless streak hadn't played a starring role in the chaos of her life.

Now, even as the day in the bakery stretched onto a busy one- the kind she thrived on- she couldn't help thinking about the sudden absence of a certain man who carried bad mojo with him like a handbag and the letter she received days ago and safe to say, there wasn't much doubt about the sender. She should be glad, of course, that he isn't here to remind her how grateful she should be that there's not a bullet in her brain, but she was rather anxious after the envelope she received which was honestly a childish trick to pull on her neurons in her opinion.

And then there was her demand that was a further invitation for him to dwell more in her life, and she hadn't been able to think of that in the moment. So that only left her waiting and.. questioning.

Would he really help her out with the Mr Choi situation? Or was she the most naive person to think he was being genuine in his amusement and not sarcastic?

She sighed heavily like a old aged woman who had been through both wars before trying to ground herself back in the normalcy of the action of rearranging the trays of pastries that didn't sell and was gonna go up for donation in the display case, while lia checked the stock back in the kitchen.

It was a simple monotonous moment until it was not. The bell above the door chimed, causing Aurora to wonder since not many people visited in the closing hours. Yet the words came out almost automatically. "Welcome to Sunrise sweets!" Her figure still crouched down as she worked on the display.

The usual sounds of greetings and orders didn’t follow. Instead, there was a heavy, palpable silence with an energy that felt weirdly familiar. The kind that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

As she slowly straightened up to attend the odd customer, the sight in front of her had her wanting to hide back again because there stood her newest nightmare manifested in a tailored pinstripe suit that accumulated his broad and tall figure in a way that left her wondering how dild he even got through the door.

The words in that letter flashed the next thing in her mind. She should have known for him not to be the one who spewed empty threats...or promises.

For a moment, she forgot the basics to breathe as his gaze collided with hers.

He had been here before, yet that time had been a chilling dark night but now as the different colors of orange blending with blue from the sun going down the horizon illuminated the space and him, she realized how out of place he looked. She had that realization when he was sprawled across her couch, too. Just now, she had another one that it didn't matter what kind of room he was standing in. His presence will get anyone and everyone present in it to cower.

As if sensing the tension filling the air, lia peeked from the back, catching his attention for a millisecond, but that was enough to take her aback as well.

Aurora could feel her friend's confused eyes on her once she gauged how shrunken the brunette looked.

"Can we help you with something?" She asked as she appeared beside her friend, her voice steady and cautious. Clearly, she was surprised as well to see a figure like him walk up here but not horrified as her best friend who had seen him with a gun.

"No." He gave her a balant reply with a balant stare before turning his attention back to Aurora.

"We have business to discuss, Ms Beckett." She wasn't surprised to hear him say her name she never told yet the way he said he had buisness with her like he was mocking her was enough to send a chill down her spine. "Alone." He added, sparing lia another glance.

"Buisness? What is he talking about, Aurora?" Lia spoke, turning to her with confusion evident in her tone. Of course, she would be confused, surprised even. It was not every day a man in an Armani suit and tie that cost more than the space they were standing in, walked in to talk buisness.

Aurora's eyes peeked back at her friend with an uncertainty of their own. "I-uh.." Her gaze moved back and forth between her best friend and the man that seemed to look at her with an intention to bore a hole in her head.

Taking a deep breath and collecting her thoughts, she turned her back and made lia do the same, her voice intended for only her. "This.. is what I meant when I said I was exploring some options." Lia gave her a look of disbelief. "But - But you don't need to worry. He's a trusted ally even though he doesn't look like it. Everything's gonna be fine. You just need to let me have a talk with him." She hoped the blanched expression only crossed her face mentally when she said the words trusted ally and him in the same sentence.

"I'm not leaving you alone to speak to him, Aurora." She deadpanned, her voice intentionally loud enough for him to hear across the counter.

A deep exhale came from his side. Lia opened her mouth to protest further, but Aurora quickly placed a hand on her arm, squeezing it gently.

"It's fine, Lia. Really." She forced a reassuring smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Just give us a minute, okay?"

Lia looked unconvinced, her gaze flicking between Aurora and the man she was skeptical about, but after a tense moment, she sighed and nodded. "I'll be in the back," she said, her tone making it clear she wasn't going far.

As Lia disappeared behind the kitchen door, Aurora turned back to him, her nerves getting on edge again as she locked eyes with his.

"What buisness?" The sound was somewhat of whisper yell as if she was afraid of the walls listening but was still trying to make her point across at the same time.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he let his gaze drift around the bakery, taking in every detail with that calculating look that unnerved her so much. “This place—” he gestured vaguely at the bakery, “—is mine now.”

She blinked, the words not quite registering at first. “Yours?” she echoed, incredulous. “What do you mean, yours?”

"I brought it." He said - matter of fact - as if it was the most normal thing.

But to her, the words felt foreign, like they belonged in someone else’s nightmare, not hers. "You… bought it?”

"Choi is no longer your problem. Consider this… payment for your silence.” He spoke, his voice turning bitter at the latter.

Her mind raced, struggling to keep up with the situation. She should have felt relief—after all, wasn’t a resolution to her problem what she had asked for? Instead, a dread seeped into her bones.

It hit her then, like a slap she should have seen coming but didn’t. This wasn’t help. This was control. This was him sinking his claws into her world, and worse — it was her fault for letting him.

The words slipped out before she could stop it. “I didn’t ask for this.”

His expression was a puzzled one. "You asked for my help. This.." He stepped closer to the counter and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a folded document. He placed it on the surface. "Is how I help."

Help? This was ridiculous. It wasn't a solution. Of course, Mr Choi was a nuisance, but this man was something worse than that. She didn't want something dear to her tied down to him.

But the weight of his words pressed down on her, the realization of what this meant sinking in.

"There must be a catch! Is all this really just for me to keep my mouth shut?" Her brows knitted together as she spoke.

His expression remained unreadable as he spoke, “Nothing more than what we agreed upon. And just your cooperation that I should add."

The nonchalance in his words didn't fool her. "Cooperation?"

His eyes flickered with something unreadable—dangerous, perhaps. "Keep your end of the bargain so I'll not be provoked to keep the end of my promise." She guessed what he was hinting at, and it took her everything not to choke him with a loaf down his throat.

The threat lingered in the air, a dark cloud settling over her. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. She had asked for help even if foolishly so, not for him to take over her life.

Aurora bit her lip,“You think you can just come in here, throw your money around, and claim whatever you want?”

He didn't respond, Instead fumbled a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket to lit it before he was holding it between his gloved fingers and parted lips.

She frowned deeper at the audacity of this man. "And you can't smoke here either!"

He straightened up to look at her with a detached look. Taking a whiff out of the cancer stick, he spoke."I own this place, sweetheart. I can do whatever the fuck I want. You can either accept it or fight it and see consequences you and this place won't like."

She glared at him, hating the truth in his words. Hating that she had somehow ended up in this mess. Yet all fight seemed to drain out of her. What choice did she have? She could actually act upon her urges to shove a loaf down his constantly threat spewing mouth but that wouldn’t change the fact that he did owned her bakery. And, by extension, a piece of her life.

"This-" She was cut off with brutal ignorance as he added. "You should be grateful, Ms Beckett." his eyes briefly scanning the bakery one last time before he turned to leave. "You're in better hands now."

The bell above the door chimed as he walked out, leaving her standing there with her world tilted off its axis and a stack of papers that confirmed just how deep she was in over in her head.

୨ৎ

"What was he on about?" Lia asked as she emerged from the kitchen that was in the back.

Aurora's response was a sigh before she spoke. "Do you wanna go for a drink?"

To be continued..

→Previous chapter.

[bibiwrld]

The Sweet Babysitter🧁🎀| Miguel O’Hara

previously: –five.

–six.

KENEDI’S POV

“How was practice today?” I was cutting up some fruits for Gabby.

“Lots of work.” She breathed out, sitting around the kitchen island.

Indeed it was, she looked like a star player on the field.

“We have a game next Tuesday.” She twisted her lips and looked at me shyly. “Do you think you can come and watch me play?”

I paused and looked at her. My heart fluttered. “You really want me to come?” I could cry right now.

She nodded with a pout. “Yes please.”

I put a hand on my chest. “I’ll be there, I promise.”

She smiled so brightly.

I finished cutting up her fruits and put them in a bowl for her. She thanked me and took the bowl, then went into the living room to watch TV.

As I cleaned up the kitchen, I decided to call mom. She of course bombarded me with questions.

“Do you like him?”

“He’s nice, Mommy.” I smiled a little while wiping the counters.

“Has he taken you out on a date?” I heard my Dad chime in.

“No.” I sighed. “Come on guys, he’s my boss.”

“Guess who’s home early?” Miguel’s voice startled me.

I quickly whipped around to see him standing tall inside the house with a pizza box and his work bag.

“Papá!” Gabby ran and hugged his legs.

“Mija!” He ruffled her head.

“Gotta go guys.” I whispered before hanging up. “Hi Miguel.”

He paced towards me. “Good afternoon, Kenedi.” He showed his pearly whites with a smile. “Stopped to get some pizza, you like pizza right?”

“Yes I do, thank you.” I put my phone on the counter and went in search of plates. “My cousin had a safe delivery, a healthy boy.” I came back over with 3 plates.

He placed a slice in each of the plates. “I’m so happy to hear. Here Gabby, be careful.”

“Gracias, Papá.” She scurried back to the living room with her pizza and watched TV.

“Here.” He handed me my plate, our fingers brushing against each other.

I flinched, but I don’t think he noticed. “Thank you.”

He took a bite of his pizza, sitting right across from me. “You’re welcome.”

While eating my pizza, I stood and leaned on the kitchen island. “Gabby has a game next Tuesday and she asked me to come.”

His thick brows rose. “Really?”

I nodded. “Yes, I’m so happy. I’m definitely going to be there.”

“She really likes you.” He smiled softly, looking at me. “Um, do you have any plans this weekend?”

I thought for a second and swallowed. “No, you need me to come by this weekend?”

He looked down and ran his fingers through his hair. “Well, not exactly. This restaurant near my job has been getting lots of buzz and I wanted to know..if you would like to come with me this Friday?”

I blinked slowly with my mouth slightly open. “I-uh..”

His eyes studied me, waiting for an answer.

I blinked again. “I’m so flattered, I’d love to Miguel. What about Ga–”

“Gabby’s mom is taking her for the weekend, she’ll pick Gabby up from school.” He answered quickly.

“Oh..okay. Is this a..date?” I tucked a few braids behind my ear.

He smirked. “I would like it to be.”

Oh?

I almost choked on my pizza.

He stood up quickly. “Are you okay?”

I coughed, nodding my head.

He stood up quickly in concern.

I finally got my cough under control. “I’m okay, Miguel.”

“You had me worried.” His brows furrowed with a frown on his face. He was now beside me.

I nervously smiled. “Sorry, but yes, I would like it to be a date.”

His large hand somehow made its way to my lower back rubbing circles. I didn’t hate it at all. “This is the promise you made that time about having dinner.”

“Wow, you really remembered?” I laughed.

“I did say I take promises seriously.” His eyelids lowered, it felt like he was getting closer. “So, Friday at 8?”

“Yes, Friday at 8.” I repeated.

“I’ll pick you up.” His stare was so intense.

I felt so small under his stare, I looked away.

“Why do you do that?” He whispered.

“Do what?”

“Avoid my eyes.”

“I’m just a little shy.” I answered.

He inched down towards me. “You don’t have to be shy with me, Kenedi–”

“Papá, I’m done!” Gabby startled us.

I pulled far away from Miguel’s side.

But what was that just now? Did we just almost kiss?

I could tell he was a little upset that we were interrupted, but he couldn’t stay upset forever. Gabby was just too sweet.

“Want juice, Gabby?” He opened the fridge.

“Si!”

He closed the fridge with a juice box in his hand. “Want me to open it for you?”

“No, I’ve got it.” She took the juice box.

“Such a big girl.” He cheered. “Hey Gabby.”

She sipped her juice and looked up at her father. “Yes?”

“On Friday, your mommy is going to pick you up from school.” He told her. “You’ll stay at your mommy’s for weekend and I’ll see you on Monday after school, okay?”

“Will Kenedi come with me to Mamá’s house?” Her eyes averted to me.

I was surprised at her words. The attention was now on me. Miguel’s eye looking at me kindly, then back to Gabby.

“No, Kenedi won’t be at mommy’s house.” He spoke gently to her.

She didn’t like that at all. A frown appeared on her face. “Why?”

Oh this was so hard to watch.

“Because Kenedi is your babysitter at Daddy’s house, you’ll see Kenedi on Monday.” He kneeled down and rubbed her head.

“Promise?” She looked at Miguel, then me.

“I promise.” I smiled brightly.

“Okay, can I go play with my toys?”

“Sure, mija.”

With that, she ran upstairs.

Miguel immediately turned his head to me once Gabby’s footsteps were no longer heard.

He rolled up his sleeves. “More pizza?”

It felt a little awkward now.

“Um yeah.” I played with the braids tucked behind my ear.

He flashed a smile.

🎀

As much as I wanted to pick up where we left off, before Gabriella interrupted us, we only talked and ate pizza.

He shared things about himself, like how he had a younger brother, Gabriel, and he spoke about how sweet his mother is.

Then I told him about my embarrassing one sided crushes. Oh how he laughed and apologized in the same breath.

How could I not like him? It was absolutely impossible not to.

“When Gabby was only 2, she—”

I yawned and rubbed my right eye. “Oh, I’m so sorry, continue.”

“You’re yawning, Kenedi, that means you’re tired.” Miguel took the plate out of my hand and placed it on the coffee table.

“Well, just a little.”

“I can see that you’re tired.” He chuckled. “You can’t drive in this state.”

I bit my bottom lip and looked away. “I have work at 10 tomorrow, since my boss is coming in late from a business trip.”

“So that means you can stay the night, right?” He sounded very….happy.

I looked back over to him. “Yes, maybe I can.”

He picked up the plates and stood up. “Let’s head upstairs after I wash these dishes.”

I grew nervous. “Y-yes.”

🎀

Next part: –seven.

[pocket-lad]

Another Holiday special? 🥺

Maybe it's Ian's or Adelaide's birthday. 🧁🎂

Going into the cultural differences on how/if holidays are celebrated between Borrowers and humans. (For humans birthday are dreaded, another year when your youth is sapped away😔🙄. For Borrowers a birthday is a celebration that they are alive and made it through another year without dying 🥳🎊🎉)

HOLIDAY SPECIAL TIME! [And stay tuned for a part 2 ;) ]

~

“How old are you?” Ian asked.

“23,” Adelaide responded distractedly. She was focused on patching a hole in her pants.

“You - you keep track of that sort of thing?”

“If you didn’t think so, then why did you ask?”

“To see if you uh, keep track of that sort of thing. Are you mad?”

“What? No?”

Ian smirked to himself. Women always got offended by that question, and he never understood why. Sometimes it was nice to be able to talk to someone with no concept of societal norms or pressures.

“Well, wait, what day is it?” Adelaide asked.

“December 14th.”

“Oh, never mind. I’m 24.”

“When is your birthday?”

“December 14th.”

Ian blinked. “And you don’t celebrate?”

Adelaide didn’t look up from her pants. The thread was too short to complete a full, secure knot and she was growing frustrated trying to tie one. Every time it slipped out of her fingers, her mind slipped closer to madness. “I am celebrating.”

“It doesn’t look like it.”

Adelaide set the needle down on her leg. “The world is dangerous. I’m not always guaranteed another year. So I’m pretty excited to be here today, but I don’t know how I would even celebrate something like that externally. I can’t be loud. I don’t have friends. So…”

“I take offense to that.”

“You know what I mean,” Adelaide smiled.

“I don’t, actually.”

They held eye contact for a moment, waiting for the other to break first. Adelaide couldn’t tell if Ian was lying. He was. He had a good idea about what she meant but he always liked to hear her talk about it. Adelaide broke first, despite her natural hesitancy toward explaining her life in the walls.

“You know I don’t want Beans to know I exist, right?”

“Yes.”

“And celebrations are usually loud.”

“Yes.”

“And if we were loud, the Beans would hear us.”

“Understood.”

“I don’t know what else there is to explain.”

“No friends?”

“Yeah, I mean…” Adelaide hesitated. “There were other families spread around the motel. I talked to some people my age occasionally, but never enough to make friends.” She knew Ian long enough to know he wouldn’t use this information against her or others like her. In fact, he almost definitely already gathered that more borrowers lived in the motel probably. It just felt wrong to say out loud.

Ian either didn’t pick up on her hesitation or he ignored it. “Well, you have me, and uh, moreover, you have access to the - to the whole world through me. So what do you want to do?”

“I want to fix these stupid pants.”

“Right."

“What do you do for your birthday?”

Ian smirked. “I throw a…wild party.”

Whether that was the truth or not was anyone’s guess. “Oh, okay, me and all my friends will throw a wild party,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“You asked!”

They sat in silence for a couple minutes while Adelaide continued to fiddle with the knot. Finally, she got it, hissing in triumph.

It was a very poor patch job. The hole would probably tear open again next week, but that was a problem for next week. Adelaide already knew her future self was going to hate her present self for this decision and she absolutely did not care. For now, it was fixed.

Ian knit his brows and couldn’t help but smile at her exclamation. Even he could tell the stitching wasn’t going to last, but her excitement was contagious. “Now what?”

Adelaide frowned. She wasn’t necessarily a planner, so she didn’t really think about what was next unless there was a need. And if there was a need, she’d borrow. But again, it felt wrong to announce to a Bean when she went borrowing. So, she shrugged.

“Do you need anything?” Ian asked.

“Yeah, I need more thread. This needle is also getting dull. And it would be excellent if I could find someone who was good at this,” she sighed.

“Hm.”

Ian shot to his feet and walked away. It took Adelaide a second to register it, then another second to realize what he was doing. By that point, it was already too late to stop him. He returned with a small needle and a whole spool of thread.

“I was going to get them myself,” Adelaide said flatly.

“I know.”

“I can do things on my own.”

“I know.” Ian bent down and set both items on the floor underneath the couch, right next to the entrance Adelaide used to get into the walls. Then she wouldn’t have to climb with them or knock them to the floor herself. He stood back up and held out his hand to her.

“What are you doing?”

“Give me your old needle. I’ll get rid of it.”

“I can do-”

“-do that yourself. Yes. I know. Can I do this for you, though? Because it’s your birthday?”

They entered another staring contest, and Adelaide broke first again. God, she was getting soft. She delicately set the needle in his hand, making sure not to poke him with it, no matter how much she was tempted to do so.

Ian disappeared again but shortly returned, this time with an apple. “I unfortunately do not know anyone who can uh, fix your pants. I offer you, instead, an apple.” He didn’t wait for a response as he shoved a slice into her hands.

Adelaide was forcibly pushed backwards from the impact. She managed to stay on her feet but had to recalibrate. “Why?” was all she could think to say.

“Uh, did we - did we not establish that it’s your birthday?”

“Yes, but-”

“Do you want to go to the park? The…non-Jurassic one?”

Adelaide had to restrain herself. She wanted to yell at him for ignoring her and interrupting her, but he was trying to be nice. He was doing a nice thing. Or, well, things.

And the park did sound nice. They’d been outside a couple times here and there but she hadn’t been back to the park since that first day. That was also the first time she sat on Ian’s shoulder and (regrettably) in his pocket. It was a hectic, scary experience, which is why she never thought about returning, but they’d been through a lot since then. The park sounded like a breath of fresh air.

“Sure.”

Ian held his hand out and Adelaide noticed the way he didn’t just scoop her up. Oh, so he was being nice nice. Maybe she should milk this birthday thing.

The park was relatively uneventful. They people-watched. Adelaide munched on her apple slice. At one point, a very large honey bee also found the apple to be quite intriguing. Adelaide whipped out her knife as soon as she heard the buzzing and held the slice behind her back. The stinger pumped menacingly as it floated around her. But Ian just gently shooed it away before she could stab it.

Adelaide pushed Ian’s hand out of her personal space. She refused to admit how nervous it made her to have Ian blindly wave his hand around when she was so high up. She refused to admit how nervous the bee made her. “It might come back. You should’ve let me kill it.”

“They’re good for the environment.”

“Hmph.” Adelaide worked just a little harder and a little faster to finish her apple in hopes that the bee, or any of its friends, would not return. As luck would have it, no more bugs interrupted their afternoon.

The setting sun was warm, the air was crisp, nature hummed, and time passed leisurely. Adelaide lived by extremes, oscillating from extreme adrenaline to extreme boredom. Though her time with Ian lessened those extremes, it was rare that Adelaide found herself in just a plain old pleasant situation, feeling plain old pleasant. It was nice. And she couldn’t imagine spending her birthday any other way.

“When is your birthday?” she asked.

Ian smirked. He didn’t expect anything for his birthday, but he was deeply curious to see what kind of plan Adelaide would conjure. “June 29th.”

“How old are you?”

“38.”

Adelaide’s eyes lit up. “Wow, that’s…awesome!”

Ian laughed. “You are quite - quite possibly the only person in the world who uh, thinks so.”

“Why?”

“Uh…people don’t like to age. Beauty fades. Puts us one year closer to death. I imagine it reminds us of all the um, the time we wasted, all the things we didn’t do and currently are not doing. Waste of time to even think about it, though. Trivial, if you - if you ask me.”

“I’d kill to die of old age.”

“You don’t think that will happen?”

“Unlikely. Didn’t even think I’d make it this far, to be honest. I’ll probably get taken out by a rodent or fall off something high, who knows.”

Adelaide didn’t seem very bothered by that fact. Ian frowned. The casual way in which she regarded death was morbid, but fascinating. But he didn’t know Adelaide to be emotional or philosophical. She was practical. She had to be. And he respected that.

“Hey, Ian? Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Adelaide leaned against Ian’s neck and yawned. She could feel his pulse beneath her and the cool breeze on her skin. And as the sun sank below the horizon, she saw it. For the first time in her life, she truly saw it. No clouds blocking the way, no windows to peek through, shining bright against the darkening sky. After twenty-four years, Adelaide saw the stars. And that was perhaps the best gift of them all.

[witch-in-the-wardrobe]

Me in My Candy Love: New Gen! 🧁

I remade all the outfits from the episodes of My Candy Love: New Gen as i thought my sucrette would actually wear them.

This is her "default" look, how she goes to work everyday. The other ones are:

This is the first one from the second episode. My sucrette went to the beach with Roy bc i didn't actually know in who i should focus back then, so it's replacing the one with the black vest and the red tie. I actually kinda like the original in this one. All the following are replacing Thomas's outfits, wich are VERY different from the ones i came up with.

This is for the day at the park in episode 3. It's lowkey giving tumbrl 2014, but i like it. It's probably the one that matches Thomas's taste the best but also the only one i would not actually wear in real life as it is my least favorite. Soo la voo.

This is for the event at Cosy Bear Cafe. It was kinda a struggle trying to keep this formal enough.

This is for the dinner at the sea-themed restaurant. Blue is not really my color, but i wanted this to give at least a little sea. I ended up loving how it turned out.

This is for the amusement park. I really like this one and love the idea of having a câmera that day. It was my favorite episode so far and there were so many moments that would make good pictures.

This one is for the apartment hunt. Is what wore while i watched Thomas tell the worst lie i have ever seem right after saying he was very good at lying.

I haven't played the other episodes yet, but i will add them to this post once i do.

Not for any particular episode, it was just new years and i wanted her to have a special outfit for it. I did the same for christmas but i didn't take a screenshot.

This is for the episode where everyone except Amanda thinks it's a good idea to spy on a coworker in a private moment. I think the whole skinny-dipping thing was a bit weird but Thomas's scene was cute in it's own way at least.

[mcltiples]

@shctupmeg || Phone Contact Headcanon

{ OOC / HC } For Meg, Morty has put in a lot of effort into her contact information. Mostly because she is his girlfriend and plus, there's a lot of stuff about their relationship that he wants to remember. So he's put down her birthday, her address, her email etc etc. Even their anniversary is written down!

CONTACT NAME: He went a little bit overboard in the name. Being a little cheesy as well with it. It's his phone, so he can do as he pleases. Plus, it's not like anyone can make fun of him for it. So, he's listed her as "Meg (My Girlfriend) 💕🧁😘"

CONTACT PHOTO: It changes every time he gets a good photo of her or of them together. So currently, as it is, it's a picture of her holding a tray of cupcakes that she made. He thought the cupcakes looked really prettily decorated, but Meg was even more prettier.

RINGTONE: With this song, he chose it very carefully. Kissin' U - Miranda Cosgrove. He remembers hearing the song somewhere before, but can't remember. Though, it reminds him of her. The part he has is the very beginning, 0:00-0:36. Just right before the chorus. He might've gotten a little lazy in adding the ringtone, but it's the thought that counts!

EXTRA: Morty rarely texts her unless he's out on an adventure. Then she'd be the one texting him and, of course, he always makes sure to respond. Even if he's slow and busy. Though, he makes up for it by calling her every night. They actually end up falling asleep on the phone together and so he's able to wake her up by saying good morning to her before hanging up to get ready for the day.

[halfeaten-mantou]

🧁 old-fashioned YanShen cupcake | Chapter 9/10 | ao3

Hehuan Pharmaceuticals holds a huge multi-company gathering, and the folks at Huanyue are invited. Yan Wushi really doesn't want to attend, and even after Yu Shengyan's incessant begging, he shows up for all of five minutes.

Shen Qiao's 'doppelgänger' shows up, albeit in an unorthodox format. Bai Rong takes a liking to both of them immediately. Yan Wushi runs away, though at some point, he finds that he's got nowhere left to run.

(Continue reading here or under the cut!)

It's the afternoon of Hehuan Pharmaceutical's auction-and-lunch gala, and Yu Shengyan...cannot find his boss anywhere.

What he finds, instead, is Shen Qiao, or rather, Shen Qiao’s lookalike; his near-exact doppelgänger.

In painting form.

"What the heck," Shengyan gasps in equal parts shock and eerieness as he appraises the ancient Chinese ink-painted art-piece up for auction. "I'd always thought he looked like someone who'd walked straight out of a painting, but I really never thought that he really is someone who'd walked straight out of a painting."

He whips out his phone instantly to text his boss about it.

Shengyan, 11:45

Oh my god, boss. I saw this painting that's supposed to be up for auction in a few minutes at Hehuan's auction-lunch gala, and the man in the painting looks almost exactly like a long-haired Shen Qiao...except it's an ancient painting from twenty centuries ago, painted by some really ancient artist guy called Zhan Ziqian who apparently existed so long ago that I haven't even heard about him before. Although I'd taken art history as an elective in high school.

Talk about creepy! >_<

More importantly, boss, where even are you?! The event's starting in 15 minutes!!

Yan Wushi, 11:48

Not going.

Shengyan, 11:48

Not going?! Holy McCow, you can't be serious, Boss.

Sucks that Senior Yanmei went back to England a week too early, because I'm basically the most superior Huanyue representative here if you don't come.

...shit, that's terrifying.

Yan Wushi, 11:50

Not going.

Not in the mood.

Shengyan, 11:50

Pls, boss... :(

Okay. It's sad enough that you want to ditch me, but more importantly, this kind of concerns the social relations and affairs of the whole company...at least show them some face, boss? You're Huanyue's CEO and Chairman, after all...

Wushi does not respond. The event starts, and Shengyan is ushered into the auction hall.

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Shengyan, 12:10

Boss, I'm serious about the Shen Qiao painting.

[shenqiao?!.jpg]

Is that not a long-haired version of him?! :0

The painting is even entitled, Ethereal Taoist.

Doesn't that describe him perfectly?! After all, he's got this godly aura, and he's always saying a bunch of zen things.

Shengyan, 12:15

Last call, boss - that painting's up next in the auction. If you want it, let me know now and I can still do something to bid for it for you. If not...

...that Hehuan young ladyboss would probably buy it. Just like she already has, for the rest of the auctioned items.

Yan Wushi, 12:20

...I'm on the way there.

Truth be told, Yan Wushi really hadn't wanted to attend at all. He's already got a ton on his mind, after what had happened last Saturday. More importantly...he's avoiding Shen Qiao. (Just looking at his face makes him feel either like he'd swallowed a screwdriver whole or stabbed himself on the little toe with the screwdriver; maybe both.) But Shengyan's text-message spam about the painting had gotten him curious, and when he clicked on the image...

It really is Shen Qiao. In long-haired painting form.

He needs to see this 'Shen Qiao' painting in person—even if he risks seeing the real Shen Qiao in person.

(He's been avoiding him for half a week now, and intends to continue doing so—maybe for a while longer, maybe for good.)

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It's too late when Wushi arrives, because the auction is over. Not that it really matters to him. He's here not to buy the painting, just to take a peek at it; just to see it and scratch that little curious itch at the back of his mind. What he sees, instead, is Bai Rong holding the Shen Qiao painting while talking to the actual Shen Qiao.

"Never thought someone this ethereal could exist in real life," she coos, touching Shen Qiao on the shoulder. Yan Wushi can see him flinch from the pillar he's hiding behind, careful not to let Shen Qiao spot him). An unspeakable brand of rage starts crawling up his spine as he witnesses her actions.

"Your name is Shen Qiao, right?"

"Yes," is Shen Qiao's soft, reticent response. He isn't telling her off, though—not at all like how he'd told him not to touch him that way, months ago.)

Seems like he'd really been barking up the wrong tree the entire time. Seems like Shen Qiao may indeed be straight...though truth be told, Bai Rong would probably even manage to get the non-straight ones as long as she'd tried.

(Seems like Shen Qiao may really be starting a family soon, just as the caring old janitor aunties had prayed for him.)

As his ears catch wind of Bai Rong asking Shen Qiao out to dinner that night, Yan Wushi decides not to interrupt the two, leaving the scene.

(In his heart, he's mentally stabbing himself, in the heart and the little toe, for letting Bai Rong beat him to grabbing him—both the painting version, and the real version.)

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Shengyan, 1:35

Boss, where are you?

Didn't you say you'll come?

I was so happy to hear that you would at least come and show some face, too...TT TT

Yan Wushi, 1:36

Yeah. I went, showed my face to the security guards and the fancy chandelier in the reception hall, and then left.

Shengyan, 1:36

You left?! 

Lunch isn't even over...and there's still the after-lunch cocktail reception between the highest-ups.

We were supposed to both attend that...

Yan Wushi, 1:37

You can handle it.

Leaving all the social affairs to you, my young padawan.

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It's been three months since Yan Wushi has met Shen Qiao.

It's also been three months since Yan Wushi has found himself here in his favourite gay bar in the gay district of Shanghai.

Funny how he hadn't found a need to 'escape' here ever since they'd met. Had Shen Qiao really, so instantaneously and so effectively, wormed his way into his old heart, taking refuge there rent-free, and accidentally, wretchedly, filling that old vacuum of his?

It's been three months. He's been the happiest he's been in his life these three months. Now that it's a month till he turns fifty, this beautifully-written story is tragically pulling to a halt; this beautifully-constructed universe is tragically collapsing on itself like a sandcastle in the rain.

It's been three beers, and three men have come up to him so far, trying to hit on him; trying to reel in a wealthy-looking one-night-stand. (None of them have succeeded.)

Yan Wushi is left sitting there for the night, wondering about what little it took for this young, otherworldly man with a ruler-straight sense of justice and humanity to have taken over his thoughts and feelings. After all, he's never really had things like feelings.

All he's ever had were one-night stands with random men he’d met at gay bars. Now, he doesn't even want to have them anymore.

Because all he has are feelings for someone who has taken over not only his thoughts and feelings, but his entire universe, a universe currently feels like it's all about to fall apart...except his back would probably fall apart first, because something, or rather someone, has just physically crashed into it.

Yan Wushi turns to meet his assailant—turns out it's the very person he's been trying desperately to avoid, and even more desperately, also to not pine for.

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"A-Qiao?!" Yan Wushi chokes. "What on earth are you here for?"

"To look...for you..." Poor Shen Qiao was currently panting; he'd probably been running, if the impact from the crash was anything to go by.

"To look for me? Weren't you having dinner?"

"Indeed, I was caught up in some dinner meeting with a Hehuan superior that I didn't dare reject, just in case it would destroy Huanyue's reputation." Shen Qiao pauses for a few seconds, catching his breath. "It was the lady boss, Miss Bai—she'd told me about how she'd tipped you off, so I reckoned that she must be important. She seems to have taken a liking to me for some reason, but I eventually managed to politely decline her advances and leave early, so I went back to the office and asked Mr Shengyan where you went, and he said you came to this district." It's the fastest Yan Wushi's hearing Shen Qiao speak, and he barely comprehends the rapid torrent of information he's being given. "So I ran here to look for you."

So that's why he hadn't rejected her, or told her off. It was all for them, for him.

Yan Wushi feels like such an asshole for even suspecting him, when he technically hasn't even got any right to suspect anything at all. 

After all, he's just his boss—arrogant as he is, Yan Wushi actually has enough modern logic to understand this.

"Don't tell me...you ran through this entire district just to find me."

"Yes."

"…and you searched every bar in this district just to look for me?" 

"Yes."

In this instant, Yan Wushi wants to stab himself, because he knows that the bad reputation held by most bars in this district are not merely rumours. Had he not been a tall and buff guy himself, he would already have had it from more than one too many sexual predators.

In this place, someone like Shen Qiao would have been an absolute gourmet meal to a bottomless pit of starved animals, had he not been more careful.

"...that's dangerous, you know? What if you had gotten attacked? What if someone dangerous had tried to..." Yan Wushi trails off, feeling the feelings (the ones he'd tried desperately to numb with alcohol) rush back in full force.

"You didn't attend the event in the afternoon. I was worried that something untoward may have happened to you."

Great job, Yan Wushi. Great damned job. He slaps himself mentally—he'd just worried the last person he'd ever wish to worry; of all the people he couldn't care less about, it had to be the one person he cares about, to be the one to care too much about him.

"...sorry. Didn't mean to make you worry. Let's leave. I'll send you back to your accommodations."

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Midway on the journey to the subway station, Shen Qiao speaks up.

"Can we talk?"

It's the firmest tone of voice he's used on Wushi ever since that day months ago when he'd asserted for him to not touch him inappropriately. Yan Wushi is, however, not ready to talk.

"It's getting late. We have nothing in particular to talk about. I need to get you back safely."

"We have loads to talk about. Please." 

"We do not—"

"We do. We need to talk, Mr Yan."

Shen Qiao isn't backing down—his voice and gaze are unfazed.

"A-Qiao," Wushi sighs, recoiling slightly at the way he uses the intimate nickname out of habit. "Don't do this. We need to go home."

"No. Based on past experiences, it's best to settle things as soon as we can." Shen Qiao is walking towards him, bringing them in a direction that is not the way to the station. "After all, strike when the iron is hot, they say."

It's a Shen Qiao he doesn't quite recognise—it reminds him of the intensely-altruistic Shen Qiao he'd first met at the job interview, but with a little added something, and Yan Wushi feels an uncanny feeling tingle from his feet, crawling upwards.

"Let's go back," Wushi tries again. "This is going nowhere."

"We are going nowhere. Not until we talk it out."

All of a sudden, Wushi realises that they're now in an alley, with Yan Wushi back-to-back with one of the walls, and although Shen Qiao is still politely standing centimetres away from him, his intensity and conviction are looming strong—so strong that Yan Wushi suddenly feels like he needs to escape.

(And he gets the feeling that he's not going to let him escape even if he tries.)

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[huellitaa]

☀️🎀 princess project: day 13!

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 friday 7.6.24

🗒🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ today's to do!

☀️ mental

woke up early

was super productive in the morning

felt really good about myself for most of the day!

was really proud because i handled this week pretty well considering the circumstances

🎀 physical

hot girl walked

drank cucumber water

had an everything shower in the morning

used a sheet mask for the first time in AGES ♡

ran down a hill and up one again back to my house because my mum would actually murder me if i got back a moment after 4:30

ate super healthy

wore my fav lip gloss to school ♡

ate lunch whilst running home

🧁 academic

got extra time on the maths exam! ♡

computer studies assessment (we weren't warned about it so i only got 17/30 which is pretty average considering i'm terrible at computing anyway 😭)

accidentally almost got a detention in geography

finished reading war of the worlds! (🎀🗒 goals: attention span!)

BEGAN READING ADA LOVELACE'S BIOGRAPHY AHHH ♡

studied pythagoras' theorum (or at least tried to. what the fuck is a x b x c KILL YOURSELF)

💬 social

met up with wifey after school yesterday and gave her the biggest hug in the world BCZ I MISSED HER SO MUCH U DONT GET IT

tweaking down the road because she gave me a kiss on the head before she got on the bus and went absolutely feral ♡

fooled my computing teacher into thinking chappell roan was madonna (he's such a sweetheart i love him swear )

reported this girl in my class with my friends for cheating in science and maths assessments bcz what the heck

fangirled over little bunny rings my friend got ♡

fangirled part 2 with my kpop friend about twice and newjeans in maths ♡

borderline had an argument with my parents and didn't burst into tears !!

🎀 leisure

showed my friend my twice album!!! ♡

FUCKING GLASSES BROKE AGAIN

survived with only 20% on my phone all day

brang cherry coke and a blueberry bar to school and was very very happy about that actually

all my love! 💘🎀✨️

[because-im-a-mirrorball]

hey there marybeth it’s been awhile!! how are you? lots of things to Catch up On in my world! the job i was just starting the last time we talked ended up fiRing me after 3 months because i called their maNager out for stealing tips from our tip share so. that’s fun! not the best first entry into the workforce but it’s ok. my eras tour show was so aMazing, and i actually ended up standing outside the stadium in pittsbUrgh which was really fun!! i also went on a major Family vacation (not saying where because i’ve talked about it on my main haha) and it was incredible. but enough about me, what’s new with you? what are your plans for this Fall? my fall is going to be filled with school, volleyball, and mIssing my sister as she just left for college :( see you sooN!

CORN MUFFIN ANON MY BELOVED!!!! 🌽🧁 @cornmuffinanon sounds like you’ve had much going on!! I’m so glad you had a great time at the eras tour, I did too! I saw her in Atlanta and then was in the parking lot for Seattle and just loved it.

I did my student teaching Jan-April and just loved it. Loved my cooperating teacher, loved my kids, loved teaching. Passed edTPA!! Which was just disgustingly stressful and was a huge contributor to me absolutely disappearing from here.

I graduated college back in May, moved across the country, and am currently job hunting for a teaching position. I actually have 2 or 3 interviews this week so fingers crossed for that 🤞🏻🤞🏻. School doesn’t start til after Labor Day where I live now so that’s a weird schedule adjustment in my brain and it’s stressing me that I don’t have a full teaching position yet. I’m set up to substitute if nothing else, but I’d really ideally like my own classroom.

Let’s see, what else is new with me? Since last we spoke, I dated a guy for 2 months then got dumped 4 days after putting a label on it bc I was moving and he didn’t want to do long distance (he knew the entire time we dated that I was moving and we specifically discussed it when we labeled it). Good news with that though is that I got him into Taylor Swift so now he can never listen to her and not think of me :) small wins ya know?

Anyway so I moved and I’m much closer to my family (read: I moved back in with my parents and sibling after 3 years living alone… big change) but it’s nice to not be on total opposite sides of the country. I’ve managed to start making some friends/friend adjacent people with the group I found for dnd.

I’ve been reading TONS more this year, most especially this summer. From May to now, I’ve read 35 books! And total of 48 so far this year. My goal is 52 books and to read at least 1 page every day and ive met that so far! I have a 232 day reading streak. Best book find of this year by far is The House Witch series by Delemhach. It’s about this witch who becomes the cook for this king and castle of people and his magic all revolves around making people in his home feel safe and welcome 🥹🥹 it’s just so sweet and cozy and low stakes, while still having a compelling story and it’s SO funny!!!

I’m really in the fall mood and so excited for pumpkin spice to return this week 🍂🍁

Anyway there’s my life update ramble, thanks for listening Corn Muffin Anon!! I love you and hope you have the best day

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Hello I’m back for more requests along with the second part of my previous request as promised! Can I request a part 2 one shot of Eren x Treasure!Hunter!Explorer!Fem!Reader where after Eren and Y/N explored most of paradise including the scouts HQ, the underground chapel, and several areas related to Erens past and telling her his story about paradis, history, and his life (Y/N even had difficulty finding Eren clothes to wear and still had no luck finding any), they came across Mikasa and Erens old home that was rebuilt and now abandoned and decided to stay there for the night. Later at night Y/N gave Eren a comforting sponge bath while he sits on a stool on the roof where his mom and Mikasa used to do laundry and gave him a haircut resembling his old hairstyle and Eren began to cry that he’s never had someone who’s kind like Y/N and gave her a hug as Y/N comforts him before going to bed cuddling each other. Finally the next morning, Eren woke up to find Y/N giving him clothes that she found nearby to wear after she went out to get more artifacts, notes, and sketches and Eren tells Y/N he wanted to go with her because he has nothing left in Paradis, wanted to move on from his past, and stay with her for the rest of his life and she accepts before they both departed Paradis for the next adventure and Y/Ns home? Thank you! - 🧁

(Hello again, 🧁 Anon! I really hope you enjoy this, sorry if theres any mistakes or grammar errors I had a hard time proofreading this because of my OCD was fucking me up terribly. I hope you have a very wonderful day/night)

Could This be Fate?

Eren Yeager x FEM! Explorer! Reader

(Warning: Part 2, after Rumbling AU, fantasy stuff, fluff, and mentions of nudity)

After you and Eren explored most of what’s left in Paradis and several areas related to Eren’s past. You guys walked around aimlessly while he told you the history of Paradis, his life story, and how he became this way.

Eren still had the blanket wrapped around his waist since you had no luck finding any clothes for him when you were exploring Paradis.

A mossy abandoned home entered your field of vision and you pointed at it to get Eren’s attention and said that you guys should stay there for the night since it’s getting quite dark. As you two walked closer Eren spoke up,

“That looks like my home, my childhood home..someone must’ve rebuilt it for some reason.”

“I wonder why it was rebuilt.” You say as you opened the door and got settled while Eren was looking around a bit amazed at the accuracy of the detail.

“I know you’re feeling a lot of conflicting emotions all at once so do you perhaps want a bath to relieve some of the emotions?”

Eren turns to look at you, “Sure, I would like that since I’m also a bit dirty from being underground for so long.”

....

After you were done giving Eren a nice long relaxing bath, you dried him off using another blanket you had in your bag. You apologized to him for not being able to find any clothes for him to wear and he assured you that he was okay.

Eren grabbed a wooden stool nearby and pulled you by the hand gently and took you to this area. Just when you were about to question him he spoke,

“My mom and Mikasa used to do laundry here when I was younger.” Eren says, touching the tips of his long hair, remembering all the good times back then before the wall was breached. He sits down before speaking, “Do you have a pair of scissors with you in your bag, if so can you cut my hair? It’s getting a bit too long.”

“Sure, but I never cut anyone’s hair before so I apologize in advance if I mess it up.”

About a half hour later you’re finally finished cutting his hair. “I’m not really sure if this is what you wanted but I really hope you like it.” You said nervously, afraid of how he’ll like it but that nervousness went away when you felt his arms wrap around you tightly.

“I love it.” Is all he managed to say, it’s been a long while since the last time someone cared that much for him. You pulled away from the hug to wipe away his tears, smiling at him you suggested that since it’s getting late you both should go to sleep and cuddle.

....

The sun came up and the next morning came, Eren woke up and found that you weren’t in bed next to him, he turned over and saw you standing there folding some clothes and setting it on the bedside table so he can put it on whenever he’s ready.

He sat up and thanked you quietly, putting on the clothes while asking you where you found them at.

“I went out exploring while you were still sleeping to find more artifacts and to sketch out a few new things and found the clothing along the way.”

You could tell that Eren wanted to say something important so you sat down on the bed and waited for him to talk. He sat down next to you and speaks “If it’s okay with you, I would like to come with you because I have nothing left here and plus I want to move on from my past and stay with you forever till the day I die.”

“Of course, I would love that.” You smile softly at him, “Well let’s go, we got more journeys and adventures ahead of us and you can also come to my hometown too, I’m sure you’ll love it there.”

Masterlist

[ladyseidr]

@ahogedetective asked: ❝ "Ah Maki, good morning: and Happy Birthday!" Shuichi greets with a smile, the moment Maki opened her door. It was still pretty early in the morning, so he had hoped to still catch her in her dorm room.

"Do you have any plans for today...? If not, or at least before you'll be busy with anything else, I was hoping we could spend some time together for a while? Like maybe I could bring you to this nice cafe I've always been wanting to, if you'd like. I'm sure you'll love their selections! Ah, but before that, I have some gifts for you... !"Shuichi extends out a gift bag he was carrying around his wrist. Inside the bag were several things, including a small container of a homemade red velvet cupcake, a plush bag charm shaped like a teddy bear, and a warm maroon cardigan. "Some things I thought you might like, hehe... and as for the cupcake, I made it for you, myself! I hope you'll love it once you try it, and the rest of your gifts, too!" (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAKIII!! 🧁♥️🧸) ❞ ( Birthday ask! )

Before Hope's Peak, Maki had never celebrated her birthday. In fact, the day usually came and went with little notice, just another year passed. But now she had a couple of people who were insistent that her birthday was important and, as awkward as being the focus was, she couldn't find it in herself to reject it. Nevertheless, she was surprised to see Shuichi outside her door so early, the greeting met with a sigh—more for show than any real exasperation. She opened the door wider, gesturing him inside with a small smile. "You're early. This is the kind of thing I would expect Kaito to pull." Showing up first thing in the morning, that was.

"No, no plans." She wasn't going to admit that she had expected something like this—someone coming and wanting to celebrate her birthday together. She had kept her schedule open accordingly. "I'd. . . like that. I could use some coffee." Despite everything, some corner of her mind was still surprised by the gift bag. She took it, smiling at the red velvet cupcake. "You remembered one of my favorites. It looks really good. I'll try it when I get back from the café." She set it aside, pulling out the bag charm next. Her cheeks instantly turned a faint shade of pink. "I can't believe you got me something like this," she said, almost scolding. And yet, she dropped a small, "Thanks," before setting it aside. As much as she wouldn't admit it, it was rather cute. No doubt he would see the charm again soon.

The cardigan was last, Maki's smile forming someone more solid. The material was soft under her fingers, the color beautiful. "I'll wear this out today. It's nice." Still holding it between her hands, she looked back up at Shuichi, one of her rare warm smiles in place. "You know, you don't have to do all this. It's just another day." She paused, glancing back down at the gifts. "But thanks."

[mythica0]

No sadness allowed!

🎂: Fop: A new wish

🧁:Dev

🍫: Peri

Summary: Peri makes good on his promise; no sad Dev’s allowed! (This is a sequel to doctor tickle monster but can be read without reading the other)

Tw /cw there’s angst but it ends in fluff :3

A/N: Incase you couldn’t tell, Lee dev Ler Peri is my fav duo to write for atm. Hope ya’ll enjoy!

No sadness allowed!

It was a day like any other. Dev and Hazel were hanging out after school, their respective godparents trailing with them.

The two had planned to go on adventures, but wanted to stop at Dev’s house first to get some snacks. After they entered the large, empty home, they went to the kitchen.

However, on the way there they ran into Dale.

“Devin. I need to talk to you.”

Dev looked scared at the prospect, looked back to Hazel worriedly and then followed his father into the other room, shuffling his feet.

‘I hate it when my father says something like that.. it usually means I’m in trouble..’

“Devin. Do you know why I have summoned you?”

“N-No, dad.”

“I have noticed that you haven’t been wearing your shades as often as you used to, which is dropping your ratings among the focus group. They said that your shades make you look above others, as you are as a Dimmadome. If you cannot wear your shades, you aren’t worth my time. Leave, I don’t want to see you right now.”

“Y-yes father.” The young boy replied, leaving the office with his head down.

Hazel and the fairies were waiting for him.

“Are you alright Dev”

He looked down slightly and made a dismissive gesture. “Yeah, I’m fine, Hazel.”

Everyone knew he was lying, but decided not to press. Peri, however, already knew what he was going to do. He just had to wait.

After a short walk to the park, Dev eyed his shades that he had set on the bench, and then turned away. The two friends began to form ideas of what they would wish for, the game they were going to play.

But all of a sudden, Peri spoke up.

“Hey, Dev~”

Dev stiffened for a moment, looking up at his godfather. He couldn’t place it, but the tone Peri was using sent a shiver up his spine.

“Yes, Peri?”

“Do you remember our conversation from the other day~”

Dev thought for a moment, stumped, before Peri spoke again. “No sadness allowed~”

Dev startled straight up and immediately got nervous, putting on a fake smile. “I-I feel a lot better all of a sudden! Ha.. ha..” he laughed nervously.

“What’s going on here?” Hazel inquired, tilting her head in confusion.

Her question went unanswered and Wanda and cosmo Shrugged as she looked to them.

“I don’t quite believe you, Dev. In fact, I think I’m going to have to help you smile for real.”

“Th-that’s really not necessary!”

Peri inched closer to Dev, who was backing up slowly and completely ineffectively.

“Well unless you can give me a real smile, I think I’m going to have to tickle it out of you~”

As he finished his sentence, he pounced, tackling the kid and squeezing his sides rapidly.

The others in the area’s eyes widened in realization, smiles growing on their faces.

Despite trying to hold out, Dev broke almost instantly. “Crahahahap, Peheheheri nohoho!!”

“DEV, YOU’RE TICKLISH? THATS SO CUTE! How did I not know about this before?!” Hazel basically squealed in delight at the scene before her.

“That’s what i said,” Peri started, as if there wasn’t a giggling, squirming child underneath him. “But the kid didn’t think he was cute!”

“Ahahahah Peehehherihi!!” The Gingers bubbly giggles filled the park, if anyone else was there they certainly would’ve been drawn to the sweet noise.

“What’s wrong, Dev? Does it tickle?”

“eehehee yehehehehess!!!”

“Well in that case I should keep doing it.”

“Nohohoho, dohohohont!!”

“Don’t what?”

“Tihihihickle mehehehe!”

“Tickle you? Why of course, kid!” Peri then moved to scribbling underneath the kids arms, causing him to crash them to his sides trapping the hands in place.

Hazel, Cosmo and Wanda looked on, grinning. This was adorable!

“EEHEEE! Thahahts nohohot whahahaht I mehehehant!”

“Well, is it working?”

“NOhohoho!” The kid lied, knowing full well that it was, in fact, working.

“Well then, I guess I should up the dose!”

“Wahahahait nohohoho!!”

“Yes~ and a tktktktktktktktktktktk..” Peri then started poking and spidering on the kids tummy, which he had rightfully assumed was his worst spot by far.

Dev blushed from the teasing and bubbly, joyful laughter pouring from him non-stop. He kicked his feet, trying to get some of the ticklish energy out of his body, but he wasn’t really trying to stop the fairy from tickling him.

“Aww, guys look how happy he is!” Wanda cooed, only increasing the redness on the kids face.

Peri decided that he needed a big ol’ finally, and announced to Dev, “are you ready, kid? Cause this is really gonna tickle.”

Before the kid even had a chance to respond, Peri started blowing raspberry after raspberry all over the kids tummy and sides, never relenting his wiggling fingers.

Dev was in stitches, giggling loudly and hysterically, small, joyful tears forming in his eyes.

Eventually, Peri relented, getting off the kid.

He continued to giggle, unable to stop the flow of laughter exiting him.

“Thahaht… wahahas… aha lohot.” Dev had a huge smile on his face, unable to shake it.

“But you enjoyed it, right?”

Dev’s face, which had just started to cool down, immediately turned bright red again.

“Wha- What? No!” He lied, flusteredly trying to deny it.

“Don’t lie Dev~ we all know you did!” Peri smiled down at him.

“Yeah no you definitely enjoyed that.” Hazel replied.

“Looked like it worked to cheer you up to me!” Wanda cheerfully said.

“Yeah! And your still smiling all big and happy like!” Cosmo finished, solidifying that everyone knew.

Dev blushed a bit more, but at realizing that it wasn’t really a secret, he blurted out a flustered, “yeah, okay, I enjoyed it, shut up!” And then covered his red hot face with his hands.

They all laughed and then continued with their adventures, the smile never leaving Dev’s face.

Little did he know that Hazel knowing he was ticklish wouldn’t be glazed over…

———THE END————————————————

[jarofstyles]

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Rolling up his yoga mat, Harry wiped the sweat from his brow with the hand towel. The back deck was warm, the cool breeze relaxing him further. Yoga held a beautiful piece of his heart, knowing that he was able to release the tensions he felt through the days whenever he had a session. Yoga, meditation, all of that had helped heal a part of him he hadn’t expected.

It wasn’t always like this. Now that he stayed at Y/N’s house as a pretty house boyfriend for all intents and purposes, he had the time. No longer busting his ass at the bar and the pizza shop with his double shifts to make ends meet and afford his recording equipment and rent, he had truly gotten blessed with this arrangement- and found a beautiful woman he utterly adored. Tucked into the piece of his heart he hadn’t known was missing.

With her excitement about work and genuine love of her career, Harry didn’t feel the guilt most would. Y/N adored her job, she loved working hard and being able to come home to a happy, stress free Harry was a blessing in every sense of the word. Having him relaxed, relaxed her. Sharing the wealth, having someone at home to kiss and cuddle and be close with all while benefiting them both?

She wished she had met him sooner.

Harry heard the triple beep of the house alarm being disarmed, a smile forming on his lips as he walked into the sliding glass doors and placed his now dirty yoga mat in the laundry room. Making his watch towards the kitchen, he heard heels click until the distinct thud of them being thrown to the side. His lips twisted as he knew he’d be the one to fix it up later properly in the show caddy, but his excitement to see her outweighed the pet peeve.

His heart lightened as he watched her enter with all her glory. Sleeked back ponytail, now barefoot and suit jacket hung off her arm, a manicured brow perked up as she took in the scene in front of her.

A shirtless, sweaty, beautiful tattooed man with low hanging gym shorts. Glistening in the late afternoon sun that ran through the airy living space, along with his deep dimples as he had one foot kicked over the other as he leaned against the kitchen island. And said kitchen island. Lined with a few new display holders with baked goods lined in them.

Harry’s baking hobby was one that Y/N had a love hate relationship with. One- she loved the baked goods. He had a natural gift with it, like he happened to have with most things, and he made the most incredible things. Looks wise and taste wise, nothing truly compared to having the sweets tucked into her lunch that he made her. But on the other hand- sometimes it was hard to stop eating them. Add on top that Harry stress baked, and this was definitely a stress baking amount of food.

She could see the cute little labels he had used the chalk for. Banana chocolate chip bread, lemon blueberry poppyseed muffins, carrot cake cupcakes with cream cheese icing and orange cream cookies.

“What stressed you out? And why are you trying to tempt me with body and food after work?” She quizzed him, placing her blazer on the back of one of the island chairs. He was truly something else, her hands rising to press to his chest as she leaned into his warm body.

“Had a weird call with some old friends.” He mumbled, pressing a slew of kisses to her hairline. The gesture was something she loved more than a lot of other things. Harry had a way of making her feel both delicate and soft and cared for but also empowered and strong. He knew the right ratio, the right caresses and coaxing. “Went weird. They don’t really get where I’ve been but… you know.” The lifestyle he had in the past wasn’t bad, per say, but he wasn’t into the best scene with his friends. He was done partying. He knew people who were using him for what he had now. He loved this stability. His core group of friends. Y/N.

“Oh, darling.” She crooned, leaning up to kiss his soft mouth. “I’m sorry. I know that it’s been hard.” Finding out who wanted to be in your life truly was a hard lesson. Y/N had gone through it a few times. “But I really think what you’ve done so far has been amazing. You can mourn the loss of what life was in the past while still enjoying and loving the current one. It doesn’t make you ungrateful.”

Y/N somehow knew what his thoughts were. Could see right through him to a point where it could be unsettling- If he didn’t find comfort in having someone know him well like that. He used to love being the mysterious one, but having someone who knew him inside and out was a new love of his.

He sighed, leaning his head against hers as his arm squeezed her shoulder to tug her body into him. “Exactly. Don’t want to be ungrateful cause I’ve never been happier. Plus… think I’ve perfected the banana bread finally. Used too much butter last time.” He smiled, releasing her from his embrace. “Did this, a little yoga. Been feeling better now. Wanted to be in good condition for when you came home.” His fingers gently tugged on her ponytail. “Figured I could spend the last bit of stress and let it go while we shower together. Hm?”

Y/N’s smile turned a little saucy, eyes darkening at the suggestion. “I think you could use my body as whatever stress relief you want. It goes both ways, my darling.” Her lipstick has faded a bit, not staining his lips as she pressed them back to his again. “You’re already halfway nude. Go on upstairs and put one of those fizz things on the floor so it smells nice for me. I’ll be right up.” She made her way towards the home office with her briefcase, speaking over her shoulder. “Naked policy today.”

“Yes ma’am.” It was good to be home.