#i bought myself a cupcake to celebrate

[caffeine-high]

holy shit

today is the four year anniversary of my legal name change

live has gotten soo much better!

[adrienneleclerc]

All-American Bitch

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N decides to help her super patriotic boyfriend celebrate the Fourth of July 🇺🇸

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: i love my American boy but this is very short

When Y/N lived in the states, her aunt would host a barbecue. Unfortunately, Y/N now lived in England, there are no other Americans besides her beloved boyfriend and he’s racing this weekend.

“Hey babe, you coming to the paddock with me?” Logan asked, kissing her.

“Ooh, I can’t, sorry, principe.” Y/N said.

“Aww come one, it’s the Fourth of July, I need to have another American with me.” Logan pouted.

“Amor, I can’t. What will I do there?” Y/N asked,

“Okay, fine, I’ll go by myself. I love you.” Logan said, kissing her goodbye.

“I love you too.” Y/N said. Once Logan left the apartment, Y/N got to cooking. Now of course back home she didn’t eat the traditional American food on the Fourth of July so yesterday she called Logan’s mother to ask what would they eat.

So the whole time Logan was gone, Y/N made macaroni salad, potato salad, she bought burger buns and hotdog buns, the pack that’s 4 each, she already had the hotdogs, she bought burger meat, chips, avocados to make guacamole, frosting, she bought everything so Logan could celebrate the holiday. She even made cupcakes and cake pops, she has never felt more white American in her life. When Y/N got home, she put on a pair of blue Jean shorts, a red crop top, and a white cowboy hat with matching boots she had purchased when she went to Mexico, she looked herself in the mirror.

“Logan better fucking love for this.” Y/N said. She was finishing frosting the cupcakes when Logan entered the apartment.

“Honey I’m home.” Logan said and he was shocked when he saw the food she made. “You made burgers?” Logan asked.

“Of course I did, it’s the Fourth of July and since you’re so patriotic, you have to celebrate it as such. Especially when you’re racing in Silverstone. So how do you want your burger?” Y/N asked.

“With everything,” logan said,

“You got it, cowboy.” Y/N replied. “Served yourself so macaroni salad or potato salad, your mom sent me her recipe so I hope it’s just as good.” Y/N said. Logan did just that.

“Wow, it’s really good.” Logan said. Y/N began cooking the meat, grabbed the bun, and started making Logan’s burger. When she gave it to him, she sad down, served herself macaroni salad and some fries. “You’re not gonna eat a burger?”

“I Don’t like burgers, that was more for you. However this.” Y/N pointed to the dessert and guacamole. “Is more for me. I grew up just eating the hotdogs with rice, but it’s fine.”

“I love you so much, thank you for doing this for me.” Logan said.

“Of course, Amor. I hope you appreciate this outfit.” Y/N said.

“Oh you know I do, baby.” Logan said, kissing her. He took a bite of his burger. “This is so good, I love your cooking.”

“You just love burgers.” Y/N said.

“That I do. But these cupcakes are so cute, it’s our little Fourth of July party.” Logan said.

“Exactly. We could keep this up all weekend if you want.” Y/N said.

“Ooh, love to, my trainer would kill me though.” Logan said. Once he finished his plate, he took a bite of the cake pops and was surprised by the inside. “It’s red, white, and blue!” Logan exclaimed excitedly

“I have never been more patriotic in my life, Logan, I hope you know that.” Y/N said.

“I know babe, but seriously, thank you.” Logan kissed her

“Anytime.” Y/N replied.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! I had to do something for Logan, it is his weekend after all. It was short and silly but I thought it was kinda cute ☺️

[m9rtality]

Vampire Empire

SYNOPSIS ; ‘Do you think we're friends in every universe?..’ ‘Are we even friends in this one.’

CONTENT WARNING — Angst, One-sided friendship, Suicide mention.

GENRE — Angst, Modernish AU

“Well, I walked into your dagger for the last time”

“Guys?..” I asked softly as I sat with my 3 best friends, Gojo, Geto and Shoko. We were all in high school and they were definitely going to make something of themselves one day. “Yeah? What's up Y/N?” Shoko said with a cigarette in her mouth as Gojo and Geto kind of were in their old world.

“Do you think we'll be friends in every universe?” I asked, we were at a fast food joint, casually sitting in a booth for hours as we— well, as Shoko and I talked. “Yeah, of course Y/N.” Shoko smiled before looking at Gojo and Geto, “Huh?” Gojo hummed, pausing his conversation with Geto as they both looked at me. “What'd you say Y/N? I wasn't paying attention sorry.” Geto spoke, looking at me with a curious gaze. “Do think we'll be friends in every universe?” I repeated my question

“Yeah, I think we would be.” Geto responded, Gojo suddenly spoke “Yeah, I guess we would be.” Shoko scoffed as I frowned, they obviously didn't think all four of us would be friends in every universe, maybe the two of them would but that didn't include Shoko and I.

“It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow”

It was my birthday, no one even wished me happy birthday. I'm pretty sure they forgot, I don't know anymore. Not even Shoko remembered, she always bought me a cupcake on my birthday. I think she was busy, Gojo and Geto didn't bother remembering either which wasn't much of surprise. I sat in my dorm, sitting at my table bored as I felt sick. I wasn't strong like Gojo, I wasn't useful like Geto, I wasn't able to reverse cursed technique or heal people like Shoko.

“Maybe we won't be friends in every universe.. I don't think we're even friends in this one.” I mumbled to myself before deciding to go out and buy myself a cupcake, I walked towards my favorite pastry shop only to see Shoko, Gojo and Geto laughing together in the window. I sighed and walked inside, ignoring their presence as I ordered my favorite flavor of cupcake. I heard their table go silent as they saw me, I bit my lip before uttering the cupcake was for my birthday, I sat and waited at a table completely alone as my friends— well, people I think are my friends looked at me in guilt.

Suddenly someone came out with the cupcake I ordered with a few staff, they sung me happy birthday with a candle on my cupcake. I couldn't help but give them a small smile as I blew out the candle and ate my cupcake. I threw away the wrapper and left the bakery, I could see that Shoko realized her mistake. Gojo and Geto had guilt in their eyes as their gaze followed me out the bakery and back on my way home.

This often happened, being left behind I mean, not spending my birthday alone. I changed my mind mid walk and started to head towards an old park I played at when I was young.

“Where you can't seem to hold me, can't seem to let me go.”

“Y/N!” someone shouted, it was a familiar voice but not any of my close friends. I heard two steps of footsteps approaching me as I turned around, Nanami and Haibara, they were my classmates but we weren't as close. I wasn't necessarily close with any of my classmates as I was often dragged away by Shoko, Gojo and Geto. But here I was alone at a park as two people in my class approached me.

“It's your birthday right? Why aren't you celebrating!?” Haibara asked with a confused smile as he crossed his arms and tilted his head. Nanami stayed quiet before he spoke up “We saw those three at the cafe, we were confused as to why they were hanging out without you on your own birthday..” I rubbed my nape as I remembered how embarrassed they looked with themselves when they saw me at that cafe and realized it was my birthday. But, at least two people remembered something about me.. “Sooo do you wanna celebrate your birthday with us!” Haibara asked, you could hear the excitement in his voice as he kind of got excited, uncrossing his arms as he smiled brighter. “Yeah.. I’d like that.” I said, smiling softly, a more genuine smile than the ones I give my three friends.

“So I can't find surrender and I can't keep control.”

I spent my birthday with two people I barely knew, and yet I felt happier with then than I did my own friends. It hurt to know they’d rather hang out with each other and leave me out on my own birthday but I'm glad they did, it really shows who cares about you. Y’know? It’s just too bad that I won’t see them anymore.

“You turn me inside out, and then you want me outside in”

I mean, this is just Shoko Ieiri telling this story. None of this is true because Y/N killed themselves on their birthday. I was the one who found them. I will always regret the day I lied and said I was busy, knowing it was their birthday. I'm so sorry Y/N for hurting you, you didn't deserve that, and now I'm here alone because I was stupid enough to believe Gojo and Geto would include me, but they didn't, they never compared to you, my love.

[spicyspiders]

Hello good sir, can I request 141 + Alejandro and König where the reader celebrates a certain amount of hears of sobriety from drugs?

Like the reader used to abuse substance because of something traumatic like a death of a loved one or smth like that and now they're celebrating getting out of that situation?

I'm currently 1 year sober from drugs and I'm just rlly happy :)

Love your posts btw ❤❤

Congratulations on your sobriety!

It’s been a while since you’ve felt like you have control over your body. You no longer dig for the bottle. The want is still there, but that’s all it is– a want, when at the beginning it felt like a need. Overall, it’s been a year. A long year, but a year. 

It’s been almost a year and a half since your friend died. The aftermath felt like darkness that you couldn’t find your way out of. Certain days can be harder than others, but you still haven’t reached for a bottle in a year. 

You went out and bought yourself something small after you left your house. You weren’t sure what you wanted to buy even after you arrived at the store. You made the decision when your eyes landed on the sweet treat. 

You knew of people that had parties to commemorate the accomplishment, but you were happy to pick up the individual cupcake to celebrate. The cupcake was small, all wrapped up in plastic and shining under the fluorescent light. Everything used to feel so heavy when you stopped drinking, even the smallest things like getting out of bed, but now, it all feels so small. 

You probably looked crazy walking up to the self-checkout holding a cupcake and smiling, but you felt happy. You thanked an employee on your way out the door, still smiling. 

“Have a good day,” they responded, sending a small smile of courtesy your way. 

“You too.” You walked out of the store and started the walk home. The small walk home. 

Your home wasn’t the way you left it when you got home. It was full of other bodies, talking and laughing, making their presence known from the moment you stepped in. 

“How’d you get in my house?” You asked the group when you walked to where they were in the living room, all of them sprawled out and comfortable. 

“We have a copy,” Soap responded nonchalantly. 

“We?”

Price walked over to where you stood in the entryway and clapped you on the shoulder in greeting, “just him,” Price clarified. 

“Ah,” you weren’t sure if that was any better. 

“What’re you doing here?”

“We know how important today is,” Price said. With his arm around your shoulder, he pulled you to the couch. When you were settled down, your body in between his and Simon’s, he squeezed your shoulder. “It’s been a year?” He asked. 

“Just about,” you responded softly, smiling down at the cupcake you still help, clutching it protectively to your chest. 

“We’re proud of you, you know that?” Your friend would be too,” you could hear the smile in Price’s voice. 

“Thank you. I’m proud of myself, too,” you were getting choked up, but still had the smile on your face. 

König and Gaz sat on your loveseat, their bodies squeezed together to try and fit in the small space. Soap sat near their legs, digging around in his pocket, both of the men on the couch watching him with furrowed brows. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, suddenly feeling confusion instead of sadness, “is that my key?” You asked when Soap tossed the item on your coffee table. It nearly flew off, but landed just on the edge. 

“It’s the one I used to make my copy.”

“How many did you make?”

“Me, Simon, Price, Gaz, Rudy, Ale-” Soap listed off on his fingers, getting cut off by Gaz throwing a pillow in his face. 

“Do not forget about me,” König said, ignoring the glare Gaz sent his way. 

“He’s the only one that has one,” Ghost said. 

“Has one what?” Rudy asked, who had just walked in with Alejandro. 

“Nothing!” Soap said to the two of them then threw the pillow back at Gaz. 

“You have a key too?” You asked them both. 

“Of course we do,” they both said, coming in to settle down into the space like all the others were. 

You met them all days into your sobriety when you thought it would be better to be out of your house, away from the bottles you knew you still had to throw away. Soap had run into you, the group of men playing a game in the park you decided to take a walk in. It left you with a scar on your knee, which now had the cupcake resting on top of it. 

“Did you all just break into my house to watch television?” You asked after everything had quieted down.

“Soap did, but we didn’t,” Price responded, and laughed softly at the noise Soap squawked out in protest.

[angelschoir228]

Angelschoir attempt with using theta waves♡

●HOW I USED IT●

Okay so before I did this I listened to the whole Renaissance live album in audio mack because in my dr those are my song and instead of Renaissance its called "The Saturn Returns Tour" and in that world I'm the beyonce of that reality like a list celebrity i could go more into it if yall want me to next post! Throughout that whole album I was visualizing being there and using my senses to immerse myself and get a feeling of how it's like being me

Okay yall I'm reporting good news!

So I didn't do only the theta waves but also used the wim hof method for like 11 minutes in order for me to like feel light head or floating and oh my god yall! It made me feel so light and my hands and fingers, toes. EVERYWHERE IN MY BODY WAS FEELING LIKE IT WAS LIGHT AND HAD NO WEIGHT TO IT!??

Since I created a Playlist and put two videos so after the breathing guidance was over I could go straight to using the theta waves without getting distracted and using my phone..unsurprisingly no ads played throughout the video..but as soon as the videos started, I calmed myself down because the lingering fear was still in my mind but I managed to transform it to positive thoughts and not be afraid..it was like I had it all in my hands..like I knew what to do. Its also like my subconscious was talking to me or something? It was a very calming voice and it guided me through..

So then I started to say affirmations in my head.

"I AM THE UNIVERSE"

"I AM THE CREATOR OF MY REALITY"

"NOTHING CAN HOLD ME DOWN BECAUSE I AM PURE CONSCIOUSNESS"

"I AM NOT MY BODY NOR PERSON OR BRAIN"

"DONT BE AFRAID OF ANYTHING, YOURE SUBCONSCIOUS KNOWS WHERE TO GO. TRUST IT."

And by the time I was getting symptoms like my body was light and my head felt it was spinning and I saw flashing lights! My body was twitching like my muscles would spasm for a second.. I think that was my brain checking if I was still alive and I then told myself there's nothing to be afraid about..we are perfectly safe. Also my body felt so heavy like I got sleep paralysis but I didnt??😭

●THE PART YOURE WAITING FOR●

Bro..just bro..like I'm so proud of myself that I managed to do something like this.

I tried to ground myself using my senses first I used my smelling sense..and I smelled my significant other's colonge..and cinnamon..i..I couldn't believe it actually. I used my touch sentence to feel the sheets. It was silk he likes to use silk sheets to sleep on. MY HEART WAS POUNDING!

I then used it to feel my clothes I was wearing. Which was a panda stripped onesie that he bought me cause he knows I love soft and comfortable things

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this. I scripted in my mind that I'm wearing this and lord was it comfy. I then tried to taste. Which I tasted vanilla in my mouth and I thought "probably from the cupcake I ate earlier in the kitchen" in my dr.

ALSO..I FELT HIS ARMS AROUND MY WAIST AND FELT HIS BREATHING AGAINST MY NECK!???..HELLO???

me fr^^

This next part is confusing though..so all my senses were working..expect for my eyes..like I was partially there. All I saw was black. But it was like a blur?? I don't know but it was blurry for me and I think because I kind struggle with grounding. So I started to sit up in the bed and wiggled my fingers. I saw my sharp nails and the black fade marks on my fingers. My heart was pounding bro( how many times have I said this?) I then turned my head to my significant other...

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HOLY SHIT THAT MAN HIS HOT AS FUCK..LIKE HE LOOKED GORGEOUS SND ETHREAL..like I'm biting my lip and finger thinking of him like damn I really copped this fine ass man bro.

I then asked for him to wake up and that it's valentines day today(I scripted it was valentines an my DR..it was 6am when I looked at the clock)

And..yall I'm so smitten for him like it ain't funny at ALL..so he woke up and graced me with a soft smile..a loving smiling of adoration coming from him and I swear happy tear came from my eyes that he's actually there infront of me. I couldn't help myself. I just had to kiss him on his lips and forehead..it was so tender. I then grabbed his hand placed on my cheek..yall I never felt so loved in my life. He then said that got a gifts for me in the dresser next to Bed. And proceeded to open it and grabbed a couple of boxes and gave it to me. I was opened them and I swear I smiled so brightly yall. It was a ruby necklace and a ruby bracelet. He said he bought me it a few days before valentines days from a shop and said it reminded him of me and the time I said ruby reminded me of his eyes(he remembers everything about me and stuff I've said)

Like this image of Usagi and Darien( tuxedo mask) like it's literally us I swear. I then began to pout that I didn't give him anything sadly and loomed down at the floor. He then said the greatest gift he could ever have was...

Me...

And that is enough for him..

I'm going to give this man kids. I fucking swear yall better hold me back and lock me up before I get my hands on this dic-

So anyways I then said I have a more tempting offer for him..HAHAHA IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN

I don't care what yall say I was getting on my freak on fr LMAOOOOOO

But of course I brushed over my words and pushed it away cause you know..to tease the man cause he teases me a bit to much so I took my chance to get payback..so I then leaned away from his face and acted like I didn't said shit and mentioned that we need to get dressed for the day and then we could head out for valentines day..also my cat(she's a chimera kitten..I found her in the dumpster in the ally)phobos(he named her that..his edgy ass my god)was there and she so skrunkly and so..tiny..lmao..I scripted her in from a fanfic I read which was wholesome and fluffy I couldn't help but add in to my DR

BACK TO THE STORY

We walked into the closet to get dressed and yall that closet was long asf. Like billion dollar worthy. So then I picked out my dress which was this

but pink and white with small hearts

But then the man was suddenly so closed to me and proceeded to cage me with his arms...OMG??? WHAT THE FUCK LORD HAVE MERCY I THINK I BECAME A WATER FALL OR SOMETHING..anyway he then said why was I tempting him so early in the day and I was like huh? Cause I already forgot my words or the offer I tempted him with..and he said that I had to face the consequences of my actions one or another and that Demons don't do well with resisting temptations and I'm a walking temptations to him..oh fuck..bro like you obsessed with me? Oh I LOVE THAT FROM HIM AND TBH HE CAN HIT IT ANYTIME AND ILL LET HIM so anyway let I them noticed that cat followed us and was watching and I was like you can't do what you're going to when there's an kitten watching..and he simply shrugged and just said that'll probably think that it parents(i fucking loved when he said that like aww he thinks of phobos like a daughter) were just loving eachother and showing love or tussling..

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EXCUSE ME THE FUCKING ADAUCITY OF THIS MAN AND THE WORDS HE JUST SAID AND DOESN'T HELP THAT HIS VOICE IS DEEP AND SULTRY LIKE??

I didn't stay there for long..only for like ten minutes until this reality showed up in my head and I just opened my eyes and my ASS WAS BACK HERE but..I'm taking this as a learning experience and that I have shifted my 4d was there but not my 3d

So like I'm going to end it right there cause I've said enough but like..omg he so charming and attractive like okay I did my shit when copping him and making him mine 😈

Overall I rate theta waves a solid 8/10 two points because I had a little bit of trouble but Overall it was good

Also all I could think about in my head was this song..go at the 2.22 mark and that was the part constantly playing in my mind

WAS THIS SUCCESSFUL OR NAH????

-Angelchoir

[vxm1tcxre]

Lemme take a moment to deromanticize 3ds, if you don’t mind.

I have severe bul1m14. for years now, I have been trying to quit bping, only to get progressively worse as time has gone on- to the point where I get lucky if I make it through a single day without binging and pvrging once. On bad days, I will do so up to 5 times. Hell, I even have ever-so-slight bruising on my knees from spending so much time kneeling in front of bags and toilets, among countless other symptoms and places where my 3d has left it’s ugly mark.

Today was my birthday party. A celebration of my life. I had friends over. We visited a fun place in my city. They gave me gifts and we played games.

And did I get to enjoy it? Did I get to have fun with my friends and appreciate spending time with the people I love? Was it a good day? Will I remember it as such?

Of course not.

Like clockwork, I b1ng3d on the pizza and cupcakes my mom bought for me and my friends. I have consumed approximately 4800+ c4lories in a single day.

I have spent the last three hours after my friends went home locked in my room, trying to pvrge, but since I have abused my body so much, my gag reflex barely works. All I managed was to cough and choke up thick, viscous mucus and tiny chunks of pizza crust.

I am so full I can’t move without excruciating pain. I swear I can feel my bloated stomach pressing against my ribs, pushing them out. It feels like I’m about to explode. I want nothing more than to v0m1t- not only because I fear the weight gain, barely at this point. But because I am in such excruciating, unbearable pain and I just want this alien invader of carbs and sugar out of my damn body.

I have shoved an extension cord, the eraser end of a pencil, and the dirty toothbrush with bite marks on the handle from exclusively using it as my tool to pvrge because my fingers no longer suffice as far as they can possibly go down my throat to try and get some relief. Nothing.

I swallowed 3 heaping spoonfuls of baking soda and chugged seltzer water to try and give myself sodium poisoning.

I swallowed about 8 of my adhd pills and whatever antidepressants I had left, hoping they’d make me sick and push the food out of my stomach.

Nothing has worked. I am sitting in my bathroom, because I can’t lie down without acid flooding my esophagus, and praying that my stomach doesn’t burst open from the sheer volume of food I’ve shoved inside myself, begging the universe to not let me die.

I don’t want to die curled on the bathroom floor around my horrendously distended stomach, next to the scale I’m terrified to have to step on tomorrow morning. I don’t want my heartbroken parents to look through my things after I’m gone and find the bags of cold, rotten v0m1t hidden around my room.

Today was my fucking birthday party.

And instead of looking back fondly at this day, looking forward for things to come, I’m crying on my bathroom floor because I’m so fucking f4t and in so much pain I wish I could just sl1c3 my stomach open to remove a single ounce of the pressure against my insides.

But I can’t.

It will never stop.

I will never be able to enjoy days like these.

[aishangotome]

Alfons Sylvatica: [Mad Love] Chapter 24 Premium Story

Chapter 24

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Why this room...!?

Alfons had pulled me into a shady room behind the tavern.

Alfons: Because if we went back to the castle, Victor or someone might...

Alfons: ...start a drinking party, saying, "Let's celebrate solving the case!" or something.

Kate: But there's no lock on this door, is there? What if someone comes in...?

Alfons: There is a lock.

Alfons nonchalantly takes a metal key with a chain from his pocket and shows it to me.

Alfons: And I've told the owner that no one can come in today.

Kate: What...!

I'm shocked to learn that he lied to me that day, saying there was no lock, after telling me the horrible lie that he let another man hold me.

Kate: You liar...!

Alfons: Hehe, the real bad liars are the ones who don't reveal the truth.

But I'm probably just as bad for being so easily swayed by his words.

In fact, I was so overwhelmed by what was about to happen that I closed my eyes,

and my heated eyes were gently stroked.

Alfons: More than that, I have to make sure I take good care of you tonight for making you wait...

Alfons: It would be troublesome if you end up falling for the wrong man with your desirable body.

Kate: D-don't lump me in with you! Alfons: That hurts. Do I look like the type to cheat? Kate: You do, very much so. Alfons: Hehe, a liar and a cheater, that's a harsh assessment. Alfons: Should you just give up on a man like this? Kate: …No. Kate: I'll make sure you have no time to cheat, I'll please you. Alfons: …… (W-what am I saying…?) (But even if I say I won't allow cheating, it won't resonate with him) (The only way is to use force…) While I was making excuses to myself in my mind, Alfons put his hand on my cheek and gently lifted it up. Alfons: You have too much talent as a toy, it worries me a little. (Alfons…?) The voice that was uttered was so sweet that it melted… the depths of my body trembled. The gaze and voice he poured on me were different from before. It was as if the sunlight I had been feeling through the curtains was now burning me directly. Kate: W-what do you mean… talent as a toy…? I've always been frustrated by the distance between us. Now, I feel so close to him that I feel like I could reach deep inside his body with my fingertips. I was happy about it, and a feeling of elation welled up from the bottom of my heart… (I feel like I'm going to lose my cool--) I couldn't help but look away. Kate: Oh, right. I bought cupcakes. (This is definitely not the time to be talking about this.) The fact that I'm bringing up such irrelevant topics probably means I'm not calm anymore. I tried desperately to regain my composure and sat down on the bed to check the contents of the paper bag, but the cupcakes I had dropped once, bag and all, were a mess. Alfons: It's an avant-garde design. Alfons sat down next to me and peeked into the bag. Kate: Um… I was hoping we could eat them together, since it's a special occasion. Alfons: It's fine. They may look like that, but they're not rotten and they didn't fall directly on the ground. Alfons: …Kate, please feed them to me. Kate: …? He whispered in my ear, lightly touching it with his lips, and my heart, which had long since lost its composure, pounded so hard that it felt like it would break.

Kate: ... Here you go...

Ignoring the burning in her ears and cheeks, she picked up a cupcake and offered it to him...

Alfons: Thank you for the food.

Her wrist was grabbed and pulled closer, her heart beating like a drum.

The cream that should have been on top was crushed, and he bit into the misshapen cupcake.

Alfons: Mmm... Oh, it's really delicious.

Kate: Is that so...?

(Alfons, you take big bites...)

The small cupcake was quickly devoured in two or three bites, and now only crumbs remained.

Kate: Ah...

He licked off even the remaining cream with the tip of his tongue, and I couldn't help but let out a sound.

Kate: Ah, Alfons...

Alfons: Since you were kind enough to buy it for me... I have to eat it all, without leaving anything behind.

Alfons narrowed his eyes as if enjoying my reaction...

He put my fingertips, which should have been clean, in his mouth and ran his tongue over them.

Kate: Nn... Ah...

He traced the spaces between my fingers, my palm, the thin skin on the inside of my wrist, and my body trembled sweetly.

Even so, the reason I let him do as he pleases is...

Because I'm already hoping for more.

Alfons: It was delicious. Thank you for the food.

Alfons: Ah... I wanted to eat it "together," but I ended up eating it all by myself.

Alfons: There should be one more left in the bag... Would you like to have it too, Kate?

I glared at him for asking such a question when he had put me in a state where I couldn't refuse, and his smile deepened with amusement.

(I'm frustrated...)

But there's nothing I can do about it, since what I want more than a cupcake is right there in front of me.

Kate: ...Mine... can wait until tomorrow morning.

Alfons: Let's hope it's ready before what one might call morning, shall we?

He flashed a mischievous grin, then scooped me up and dove onto the bed.

The creaking of the bedsprings gradually subsided, replaced by the sound of ragged breathing filling the room.

While kissing each other passionately, we reached out our hands to take off each other's clothes.

Alfons: You're not embarrassed today, are you?

Alfons: The first time you came into this room, you turned so red at the slightest touch and ran away.

Heat rises in my cheeks as I remember the time when he made me feel good with his fingers, and showed me my disheveled appearance using a hand mirror.

Kate: ...I can't be embarrassed now...

Alfons: Aha, as expected of someone who spent a month in the evil lair of Crown Castle,

Alfons: and fulfilled the unprecedented job of a Fairytale Keeper, Kate.

Alfons: You adapt quite easily to indecent things, don't you?

Kate: It's not like I'm used to it or anything...

Alfons: Oh really... then, what is it?

His provocative whisper makes my heart pound as if it's going to break.

Kate: Th-that is...

Kate: It's because I'm going to do something even more embarrassing...

Alfons: ----!

I pushed Alfons down and straddled him.

(!...)

Before embarrassment, insecurity, and all sorts of things catch up with me,

I lowered my hips, and the tip of his heat splits my body open.

Kate: Uh...Nn, Hm...

Alfons: ...Ah, Kate.

Alfons: You're already soaking wet when I haven't even touched you... here.

Kate: Ah, uh, don't move...!

Kate: I... I'm going to....

Alfons: When it feels good, isn't it better to be "together"?

A hand reaches out to the wet mess that has half-engulfed her.

The moment his fingertips crush the swollen, small tip, a spark of pleasure explodes in her head.

Kate: Ahh, ....don't...n-n-n-touch me... no...

I shake my head, but the nectar overflows and runs down his heat, negating my words.

Alfons: You're a terrible liar.

Alfons: You feel so good here.

Kate: Ahh, hm, ahh..

As he continued to knead with his fingers, the sound of water grows louder.

The repeated stimulation makes my thighs tremble, and I can't lower my hips or pull them back as I squeeze his heat inside. At that moment,

Alfons: Ahh...

Kate: Ahh---!

Alfons' hips rose up, and a shock ran through my body.

Kate: Hah, ah, ahh.....!

As he shook his hips, a sweet ecstasy welled up inside me.

Kate: Nnn.... I... I.. I was planning to make you feel good, Alfons...

Alfons: Okay, okay. Next time.

Kate: Ah, nnn, I was so embarrassed to insert it myself... but I tried my best... ah, ah

His bouncing hips knocked me deep inside, and I spoke in broken breaths.

Kate: Why did you move first? ... That's mean... Nnn..

Alfons: ....Aha

After a loud sigh, his hips started moving faster.

Kate: Nn, ah, ahhh

Alfons: Are you thinking that I did that on purpose?

Alfons: I didn't have time to think about it.

Kate: Mmm....?

Alfons: ......I couldn't wait to get messy with you.

Alfons: Covered in honey, squeezed tight, rubbing against each other...

Alfons: I wanted to feel good with you as soon as possible, even if it was only for a second. That's all.

(...!?)

The words that came from his lips along with his hot breath made the depths of my body burn hot and the pleasure rose all at once.

Kate: Ah...ah...nn..!!

I was shaking violently while being swallowed by the waves so sweet that I couldn't speak....,

By the time the night came, with only pleasure imprinted on my body, I was left... feeling exhausted and full of happiness.

And then-- the squashed, misshaped cupcake ended up being brunch.

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Mad Love Chapter 25

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[ksbbb]

Tales of the Heart (Thiam)

A loud tapping on his truck window causes Theo to sigh, and look up to find Liam’s face peering into the window at him. He should have left town today. He knew Liam would make a big deal out of this. He takes another bite out of his wrap, letting Liam narrow his eyes at him while he impatiently waits outside. Liam jiggles the door handle, but doesn't use any supernatural strength on it, even though he could, but he knows how Theo is about his truck.

With a smirk, Theo slowly rolls down the window and gives the other werewolf a pointed look. Liam frowns, letting out a huff as he reaches into the window and presses down on the unlock button, but not before he gives Theo a small playful shove.

“I’m on my lunch break.” He complains, just as Liam rushes around to the passenger side and slides into the seat next to him. As if this is his truck too.

“I know that and I also know I had to find out from Corey what today is.” Liam folds his arms across his chest, looking irritated, and snatches a chip from Theo’s lunch. 

“The reason you found out from Corey is because I don’t actually care about today. I know you.” He points out, and Liam starts to appear mildly offended, but only scoffs at him.

“I don’t know what that implies, but I am fantastic at celebrating things. You need a cake…...” Liam rolls his eyes at Theo and his panicked expression that starts to take over his face .

“Please don’t bake a cake Liam. I heard about the last time at the Hewitt’s residence. Corey said Mason’s mother almost threatened to not allow you back into the kitchen again.” Theo laughs, imagining what it would have been like to be there and see Mason’s horrified look at Liam burning a cake in the oven.

“No one is the least bit interested in my side of the story? I was going to buy one or maybe I’ll just write you a card, because I know how much you love feelings.” Liam teases, turning on the radio and settling on an alternative rock song.

“I just want to work and be left alone.” Theo sneers, earning a flash of yellow from Liam, and Theo flashes his eyes back in response, giving him a small warning.

“I don’t leave my friends alone. Besides, good memories can take away the bad ones. Assuming they are bad ones, because you don’t always volunteer your past memories.” Liam argues, snatching another chip and this time snatching it right out from Theo’s hand.  Theo notices a black bag at Liam’s feet that he didn’t see before, and he wearily stares at it. 

“Because it’s none of your business. Why do you have a bag? If that’s a present I’m going to..…” Theo stops talking when Liam takes out a little plate with a small cupcake on it. 

“Easy angry chimera, it's not a present. It should be though.” Liam takes out a candle from his pocket and a lighter, almost laughing when he looks back at Theo, but he manages to light the candle. He holds it out to Theo and smiles as the chimera is at a loss for words. A cupcake? Are they kids? He wants to roll his eyes at Liam, but he only can smile as a warmth spreads across his chest.

“If you sing…” Liam grabs the entire chip bag and shoves it into his bag, waiting for Theo to blow out his candle. “I won’t if you promise to tell Mason I baked this instead of telling him that I bought this at the store?” Theo isn’t in the mood to be making deals that involve Liam’s baking reputation, but he gives him a small smile and blows out the candle anyway.

“Did you make a wish?” Liam questions, taking out the candle and sliding it back into his bag. 

“Yes. That I would have one day to myself.” Theo quips, taking a bite from the cupcake and savoring the chocolate frosting.

“I can’t do that.” Liam sighs, settling back into the seat and making himself comfortable. As if he belongs there, and maybe he does. Maybe he has for a while. 

“I noticed.” He shakes his head at the other werewolf.

“You love me.” Liam chuckles, possibly teasing, but maybe looking for clarification on what this is, what they are, and the look of those blue eyes looking back at him, has Theo talking without thinking.

“I do.” He freezes as he realizes the words that he’s said, slowly turning to look at Liam, who is just as wide eyed as he is. Neither one of them say a word, but they both seem to understand what that single sentence implies. They sit there for a moment, neither one wanting to say anything, or ruin the moment either. Liam finally shifts in his seat.

“Then let me love you back.” Liam finally says, catching Theo’s lips, and before Theo can think too hard on it, he kisses back.  Letting his senses become filled with Liam.

Finally. 

@waterloou

Happy Birthday. :)

[mycptsdstory]

When I turned 30 last year, most of my English friends didn't want to celebrate it with me. I hinted HUGELY that I wanted a birthday party... But I didn't get one. That hurts.

My fiancé bought me an Xbox series X for my 30th and play with it every day. It's my favourite gift he bought me.

It just hurts, that I was in England and not in America, celebrating my birthday.

When I turned 31, I had a small surprise birthday, with my fiance's family. I nearly cried because I haven't had a birthday like that, since I was 16. When my adopted dad was around, he made sure my birthday was always celebrated. After that, I bought myself a small cupcake, put a candle on it and wished myself a happy birthday. Since no one was there to celebrate it with. I cried every time, wishing I could be around people that love me. It's only till recently, I had that.

I don't miss my old life at all. I actually HATED my old life.

Anyone who says that my family loves me, are naive and fucking delusional.

[your-littlesecret]

I told myself I wouldn't do it but I am weak and I also tend to ignore myself

(yes I am reposting this bc I put the wrong part before so if you've seen that, no you have not 🤫)

so have some lesbian piarles. blame the calamars club (I love you all).

There’s an old tradition in both their families where the birthday person gets the same amount of cupcakes as the number of years they are turning, and the first one they have to share with the person they love the most.

Charles has always chosen Pierre, and Pierre has always chosen Charles. 

But it’s been some years since Charles hasn’t followed the tradition, being called ‘silly’ by one girlfriend or another and just being alone in another city she never really wanted to be so she never celebrated her birthday properly.

The first year she’s back at her hometown, Pierre invites her over, and she cooks her dinner and she buys Charles 30 cupcakes. Charles cries, having forgotten a little how it feels to have people carrying about you and taking care of you.

It’s a small gesture, but it makes her heart flutter and she finally puts words into the feeling she’s had ever since the beginning. She wishes she had never left.

But it’s too much, she only has been back for a handful of months after spending years physically and emotionally distant – and yet, here is her best friend, picking up on a tradition she valued so much but never got around to doing. 

So instead of saying it, she takes a bite off the first cupcake and passes it for Pierre to take one too. The small amount of buttercream that paints the tip of her nose a light green makes Charles laugh, light from the wine and from being reunited with her favorite person in the whole world.

The tradition says you only have to share the first one but here, leaning against the counter of the island in Pierre’s kitchen, they share all thirty of them between giggles and stupid stories from their childhoods that both had long forgotten.

And Charles has been home for a few months already, but she still feels a little homesick, missing that sense of protection and care that family always brings but she never could find even a fraction.

When they finish the last cupcake, she puts her head on Pierre's shoulder and whispers “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” Pierre whispers back, kissing her forehead and nudging Charles to look at her again, only to give her a small smile. “But you are here now, and I don’t intend on ever letting you go again.

Pierre kisses her then, soft and buttercream-tasting and Charles thinks it’s the best kiss of her entire life.

There’s an old tradition in both their families where the married couple has to share the first piece of the wedding cake and a glass of champagne with it, after they all put a ridiculous candle with the number of years the couple have been together on top of the cake and sing a very out of tune ‘happy birthday’ even though it’s no one’s birthday. 

Charles looks at the candle with the infinity symbol bought by her own mother and thinks back to all the birthday cupcakes they shared, and the realization hits her then, about how there was never another way out.

It was always meant to be Pierre.

[dragonbinx]

Fresh Snow

Part of my Christmas series from last winter.  Posted on Ao3 here.

Series: Carmilla

Ship: Hollstein

Characters: Laura Hollis, Carmilla Karnstein

The stars twinkled above her. She was wrapped up in a warm, if somewhat thin, blanket, with a mug of cocoa in her hands. The crisp cold wind played with the ends of her hair as she looked out at the snow dusted on the trees and shining on the ground. Little white lights hung like icicles from the roof above her, next to a few smaller, real icicles. She could hear holiday music playing in the background and see the multi-colored light of the Christmas tree through the window out of the corner of her eye.

Everyone else had gone to bed hours ago, but she liked it that way. She needed to think, and it was easier without Xena or Raggedy Ann getting underfoot.

Still, it was nice when the door to the patio opened and Laura shuffled out, wearing a hoodie and swaddled in a much thicker blanket, looking sleep-soft but still grinning when she saw her girlfriend. “You said you were coming up later,” she accused, dropping onto the bench swing next to Carmilla.

“Yes, well, I never specified what later I meant.”

“Way to try to get off on a technicality, Carm.” Laura opened up her blanket and revealed cookies in her hands. “Gingerbread?”

Carmilla raised an eyebrow at her.

“I know, I know, that lady tried to turn us into gingerbread and eat us. But my dad’s cookies are so good, I kinda don’t care.” She held one out and smiled triumphantly when Carmilla broke off the head and took a bite. “See, isn’t it amazing?”

“It’s not bad,” she said, sipping her hot chocolate to keep from smiling back like a lovesick fool. Even if she was, and even if Laura absolutely knew it several times over by now.

“Ooo, cocoa!”

Carmilla moved the mug out of Laura’s reach when she tried to grab for it. “This is my hot chocolate, cupcake.”

She pouted. “I shared my cookie.”

“And now I have part of your cookie and my hot chocolate. I win.”

“Okay, grumpy. How about I share my blanket and you give me a sip of the cocoa?”

“I could be persuaded.”

Laura held out her right arm. Carmilla fit herself under it, and Laura wrapped both her arm and the blanket around the vampire. The mug was handed over, and Laura took a sip with a happy sigh and blissfully closed eyes. When Carmilla tried to take it back, she held it out of reach. “Nope, it’s mine. Who’s winning now, huh?”

“Sneaky.”

“Yup. But I’ll give it back if you tell me what you were out here thinking about.”

“Mmm, very sneaky,” she said approvingly. She looked out at the snow, stark against the dark trees. “I suppose I’m feeling like I don’t deserve to be here, celebrating with all of you.”

“Carm …”

“I’ve never pretended to like your friends all that much. Even when, through some quirk of transitive properties, they became my friends. But they helped me for no other reason then we asked them to when I started to lose my human life. Now, here I am, a vampire once again, and all of you have seen how terrible my past truly was. And yet they all want to spend their holiday with me. Giving me presents and baking me special tins of cookies with congealed blood fillings …”

“Perry does have a knack for over-the-top yet thoughtful gestures.”

“It’s … sweet.” She rolled her eyes at herself, frustrated with herself. “Gods, what have I become? Getting weepy over sentimental gestures from people I barely tolerate.”

“I think you more than tolerate them.” Laura held up her free hand to stop Carmilla’s expected response. “No, I know, I’m not saying your heart’s grown three sizes and you suddenly love all our friends. I’m just saying, they matter to you. You appreciate them. Even if you’d rather you didn’t.”

“Perhaps.” She fiddled with the corner of the blanket. “Your father bought me an ornament to hang on the Christmas tree. He’s never done that before.”

“It means he likes you.”

She laughed under her breath, derisive. “I know. I just don’t know why. Not when I like myself less than I ever have.”

Laura leaned into her side. “Look, expecting you to aline with my own teenage idealized morality was wrong. And a lot of what you did in the past, it wasn’t all your fault. But acknowledging that you hurt people and not wanting to do that anymore, or at least do it less and to those who deserve it - those are good things. People are responding to your progress, that’s all.”

“What progress? Being unable to sleep without seeing the faces of those I’ve betrayed - the ones I remember, because I’ve forgotten most of them? Having some modicum of affection for the people around me who aren’t you? Endless diatribes with a therapist, recycling my guilt and shame over and over with no end in sight?”

She started to get up, but Laura wouldn’t let her go, cocooning her further into the blanket. “Hey, hey, c’mon.” She pulled Carmilla’s head down until it was nestled half on her shoulder, half on her chest, petting her hair to sooth her. “This is the hard part. Remember how useless I was after I killed the baron and the school fell? I was depressed and scared and full of self-recriminations, and it took weeks for me to snap out of it. I was working through the guilt then, and as much as my timing sucked, it was a necessary step. And yeah, it makes you feel awful and worse than you did before, but then you get to the other side, and it doesn’t go away, but it does get better. I promise.”

Carmilla peered up at her. “When did you get so wise?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been through a lot the past few years. I’ve learned a thing or two. And one of the most important things is to be a little less judge-y and a little more understanding of people’s mistakes. My own mistakes included.” Her brow wrinkled. “Also, never get involved in a war with a god, the alchemy club experiments are not to be messed with, and don’t trust seemingly harmless old men, or at least check if their name translates to ‘lying jerk face.’”

“Not the actual translation, but close enough.”

Something nudged her arm, and she looked down to see the mug of cocoa. “You held up your end of the bargain.”

“Thank you,” she said softly as she took it, meaning it for more than the hot chocolate.

“You’re welcome,” Laura replied, bending to kiss her. It wasn’t for very long - the angle was off, and in the middle of the night on her father’s porch wasn’t the time or place to get too involved. But it lit Carmilla up inside, like it always did. When she pulled away, Laura was smiling. “Ready to go inside?”

“Not yet. I’d like to stay out here with you a little longer.”

As she nestled closer to the love who changed her life, new snow began to fall.

[hey-guys-its-me-cj]

Sometimes I just randomly have to shake my head like an Etch-A-Sketch to rid myself of the Pure Exasperation™️ whenever I remember that one time when I was 16, my gay best friend declared that he "liked me" in a romantic sense and wanted to date me, and I was too awkward to say "umm no thanks bro" so I reluctantly agreed - mostly because I didn't want to "hurt his feelings" or "destroy our friendship" or whatever- but we dated for six days before he decided "nevermind i am definitely gay" and I was so relieved that I literally bought myself CUPCAKES to celebrate our break up.

And for some goddamn reason it took me ANOTHER SIX YEARS to realize I was a lesbian 🙃

[chocolatemeese]

Lonely

This whole vent was triggered cause I bought myself a grocery store cake, so do with that what you will lol

I'm so sick of not having supportive parents. Like this really fucks a person up, and I don't think folks with supportive parents recognize the extent that this fucks you up long into adulthood.

I graduated college with my BS in Biochemistry. I cried myself to sleep that night. My parent's didn't bother to celebrate, or even get me a cupcake.

I got my first apartment. My parent's didn't help me pack or move. I moved two states away alone.

I have a job as a baker (which I love). My parents think I am wasting my life doing a "useless" job.

I applied to get a Master's Degree. My parents only tell me that it is a bad idea and that I am "wasting my undergraduate degree".

I received a full tuition waver and a stipend for that Master's Degree. I can't be bothered to tell my parents, because I can't handle any more disappointment.

Obviously, I don't expect gifts, or help, or anything, I just want a parental figure in the stereotypical sense.

[things-ill-never-say-to-them]

24 hours from now i will blow out the candles and turn 18. its funny bc i spent my whole life waiting to become 18, but now that its here i cant help but think it feels the same as 8. i remember the sound of the ac in our house in miami the night before i turned 8, it was my first birthday away from home. i felt sad because i had no one to celebrate with and as a blew out the candles on the small cupcake, i wished that i would have someone to celebrate with me when i turned 18. i fantasized a massive party filled with loved ones, friends and family, perhaps even a pet or two. i imagined i would fix everything in 10 years, that i would find all the friends i left at home, that i wouldn’t rely on girls being nice to me to truly like myself. 10 years isn’t that long in retrospect. just like my 8th birthday, i will be blowing out the candles on a small cupcake i bought myself, yearning for a massive party surrounded by loved ones in 10 years time. i hope the decade will heal all. 18, 8, or maybe 28 will finally be kind to me.

[iamaverysadbanana]

Sad Banana Goes to the Movies Valentine's Day Special

This one's going to be a little different from my other posts in that rather than focusing on the film, I want to talk more about the experience surrounding me seeing it. In other words, this is going to be me talking about How I Spent My Valentine's Day. I apologize to those who are disappointed in not getting a review/analysis of Cruel Intentions. That day will come, but that is not today.

On Wednesday, I went to work in the morning. They had a bunch of cookies and brownies and cupcakes, and I treated myself to a few. I then went grocery shopping after the end of my shift (it was only four hours long because I'm not full time), went home, then heated up some meatloaf and scalloped potatoes for me and my mother to have for lunch.

A few hours before the movie started, I went to the bookstore located just a short walk away from the theater. I bought a copy of Dune because I had never read it before and was curious as to the recent hype around the franchise. (To make a long story short, I am only two chapters in and I Love It). I then purchased a coffee drink at the bookstore cafe, thumbed through some magazines, and then it was off to the movies.

The cinema in question was holding an event where you picked a classic movie (The Notebook or Cruel Intentions) and then are served a full three-course meal while watching it. I picked the latter because as a single, what better way to celebrate this holiday than watching a bunch of horrible people be entertainingly awful? Normally, I don't go to these types of events because of how expensive they are, but I felt like splurging for once.

Inside the theater, each seat had a black rose (screenings for The Notebook had red roses). Two other guests bought me some movie candy and I thanked them profusely. The appetizer was a charcuterie board that had some pimento green olives on it, and out of curiosity, I decided to taste one. I concluded that I preferred olives in oil form and ate most of the appetizer.

The movie itself was pretty funny, and the two leads are hilariously evil. I adored Sarah Michelle Gellar's performance as Kathryn in particular. I'll definitely see it again.

As for the rest of the evening, I had pasta with vodka sauce and then a brownie affogato sundae for dessert. Many others in the theater had alcoholic beverages with their meal, which I declined since I am not a drinker (nothing religious or moral - I just don't like the taste of alcohol).

When the movie ended, I went home to relax and get ready for bed. Would it have been nice to have a romantic partner to share the holiday with? Probably. But it's also nice to spend Valentine's giving yourself some TLC.

See you at the movies!

Next Time: Dirty Dancing

[azziopeia]

idk if you guys could tell but i love being a girl and doing girly things. i love wearing dresses and spinning around in them and showing my mum what i bought when i went shopping with my friends and reading on an evening and baking cupcakes and decorating them with pink icing and doing my makeup and sharing makeup with my friends and collecting teddies and looking at myself in the mirror and listening to marina and the diamonds and going to art galleries and looking at thousands of women who came before me and styling my hair and gossiping with my eyelash lady and crushing on celebrities and fictional characters and listening to 50s crooner music. i value my girlhood and femininity so much it makes me so happy