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Baking With Bloomic 4/4 (Nightowl)

Wooo, we made it gamers! Our journey has reached it’s end. Not to worry, there are still plenty more stories to come 

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Apartment 201. An apartment you’ve become all too familiar with. 

Standing outside his door for the umpteenth time now, you were just as excited as ever. Anytime you spent with Nightowl was precious time indeed. Whether he invited you over to play video games, run errands with him, or even for late night “study dates” he was the one who lived in your mind. Rent free of course. 

You could hear him fumble behind the door and drop something loud on the floor. “Shit, give me a sec cutie!”

Deja vu at its finest. This also happened the first day you met him in person. 

Soon the lock on his front door clicked and you were met with his signature smirk. “Why hello there~” 

Crop tops seemed to be his favorite shirts as of late. The fabric hung limp off his shoulders, exposing the top of his chest as the apartment lights highlighted his warm-toned skin. You pressed your lips together in an attempt to hide your blush. 

But alas, nothing could be hidden from Nightowl. He immediately picked up on your subtle cues of being flustered, and took that moment to take a step towards you. 

“Like what you see? I could show you more if you like?”

“Shut up!” You pushed past his body and made a break for the kitchen, face heating up faster than you could think. He chuckled, amused by your shyness and closed the front door before following you. There was no way in hell you could let him get away with what he just did. As soon as you placed your bag down on the counter you marched right back over to him and placed your hands on his cheeks, abruptly bringing his lips to meet yours. 

A pleasant hum came from his throat; he melted into the kiss and snuck a hand around your waist to pull you closer, the other one settling on your hip. But you weren’t done yet, oh no. Not till you had him right where you wanted him. With one hand still on his cheek, you moved the other to the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. 

A moan this time, sweet and genuine, followed by a soft “fuck” under his breath. He needed this; he adored when you played with his hair.

Perfect. Just as quick as you brought him in, you pulled away, leaving the love-drunk blonde dumbfounded. He whined, tugging at your waist to come closer to him again, but you refused. “That’ll teach you not to pick on me, cutie~” Taunting his own nickname back at him, you pecked his cheek before turning your attention back to your bag.

Tonight was a special night for you and Owl. Not only was your birthday coming up in a few days, but tonight specifically was your six month anniversary. You beamed at the thought of having spent half a year now dating the world’s cutest architecture dork. But damn you wouldn’t want it any other way. He was everything you wanted in a partner and more. 

The absolute passion in his eyes that sparkled when he showed you his most recent sketches, the way he would hang on every word when you FaceTimed him and told him about your day while you were on a business trip that one time, and his kisses. God his kisses. They were perfect. The way he would hover on top of you, caressing you in his arms, loving you until nothing but his name fell from your lips. The way his tongue dragged along your collarbone- 

“You brought everything we need, right?” Hearing his voice next to you pulled you out of your reverie. Nightowl peered over your shoulder, curious to uncover the contents of your bag. “So, what are we making?”

“Strawberry flavored cake pops.” You smiled, shaking off the intrusive thoughts that paved way to your darker side, and showed him a picture on your phone of what you hoped they would look like once they were finished. “First we need to make the cake batter. Can I trust you with that task?”

He scoffed. “How dare you doubt my capabilities! I’ll have you know that I carried the bake sale at my high school back when I was a freshman. Even my mom was impressed.”

His brown eyes then dropped at the mention of his mother. It happened anytime he brought her up. A few months ago, he finally worked up the courage to tell her you two were dating, and she was extremely displeased. Nightowl was heartbroken for weeks afterward. His mind told him he wasn’t enough for you. That he’ll never be enough. 

When he told you what happened, you dropped everything and went to his apartment. Gentle hands held him that night. No words, no sudden movements, just you and him. More than anything you wanted to make his past disappear. To chuck it way off into the distance, never to be seen again. No one deserved to be treated like that. To have their heart trampled on with no disregard for it. 

He needed you, just as much as you needed him. You were each other’s other half, apart from which neither of you would be as happy as you are now. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” You coaxed, rubbing circles on his back. He shifted out of your reach, not wanting you to feel like you had to comfort him. 

“I know baby, I know. Her opinion doesn’t matter. Let’s just enjoy tonight together. After all, it’s a special one isn’t it?” His finger booped your nose; you scrunched it at him. 

With one final reassuring hand squeeze, you both got to work on the desserts. Much to your surprise, Nightowl was right. He measured each ingredient carefully, making sure there wasn’t too much or too little of anything. Hearing him sing softly to himself while he mixed the cake batter nearly made you a puddle on the floor. 

Soon the cake was in the oven, which gave you two some free time before starting the chocolate coating. Nightowl set the timer on his phone and turned towards you. “Now what?”

You shrugged. “Dunno, I didn’t plan this far ahead.” 

He ran a hand through his hair, looking up at you. Were his eyes glowing?

“Well we could always-”

“Nope. We’re not doing that.”

The blonde fake pouted. “Okay…fine, plan B then.” He moved in, grabbing your hips and helping you sit on the counter. Then he opened the fridge, pulling out a can of whip cream and spraying a large amount on his finger. Confused, you raised a brow at him. “What are you doing?”

Nightowl moved so he was directly in front of you. “A magic trick I learned. Follow my finger. Whatever you do, don’t take your eyes off of it.”

Like an illusionist, he slowly moved his arm back and forth, up and down, in little circles followed by big circles. Your eyes followed like a moth drawn to a flame, body becoming one with his motions. It almost put you to sleep. Until…

Out of nowhere his finger flew in close, and he booped your nose again, covering it in whip cream. Startled, you staggered back, eyes blinking rapidly. Nightowl couldn’t help but burst out laughing. 

“I so got you!! Hahahaha! Oh, you should’ve seen your face, adorable.” 

You were unamused, but impressed at his truck nonetheless. Using your tongue you attempted to lick off the sweet cream, but to no avail. You settled on wiping it off with your own finger instead, using your tongue to clean it off. You then shot your boyfriend a look. “Okay, we’re even now. 1 to 1. This is war Owl. Hope you’re ready for battle.” 

He placed both hands firmly on the counter, caging you between them. “Oh I’m ready.” 

The timer on his phone rang loudly, suspending the battle, for now. You hopped off the counter, took out the cake and set it to cool. Nightowl brought over the bag of chocolates and you both finished the dessert, making sure to always watch your backs in the process. The cake pops didn’t quite turn out as expected. They ranged in various sizes, some lopsided and bumpy, others looking more like egg shapes rather than circle shapes. Nightowl attempted to mold one into a heart-shape, but once covered in the chocolate coating it looked more like a morphed bean. 

But none of that mattered. What mattered was the time you spent together. This crazy journey called life was just getting started. You each took a cake pop, clinking them together like wine glasses before digging in. 

Nightowl pulled you in with an arm, kissing your lips. “Happy six months cutie. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth from his chest. “Happy anniversary my love. Six months down, forever to go.”