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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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a new duty ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous

word count ; 1676

content ; breeding kink (also caramel arrow is referred to as “cara” because i write about these characters as humanoid rather than just… baked goods lol)

fandom ; cookie run

pairing ; caramel arrow cookie x male!reader

read also on ; ao3

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One thing that you loved about your fiancée was how she gave her all in everything she did.

Her work as the first watcher, the youngest ever given such a prestigious position, was done with an unwavering loyalty to her kingdom, her monarch and the people she was sworn to protect. She never complained nor faltered in her determination to keep her home safe, not even as she spent weeks at a time camping in the unforgiving, frigid cold of the outskirts nor when she would return home battered and bruised — more scar than skin in some areas in the aftermath of her more intense battles. Always willing to put her life on the line if it meant her fellow watchers got out of harm’s way or that a foe was unable to breach the kingdom’s ancient defences.

Ready to die because the sacrifice would be worth it, to her.

Her relationship with you, just approaching its third year and you’d both treasured every second of it. She treated it and you with an unmatched reverence and care, always making sure all of your needs were met and approaching each of your concerns with honesty and an open conversation — building an unbreakable bond patched together with trust and communication. Always making the most out of the sparse time you had together to ensure you felt loved and appreciated by showering you with gifts and affection and attention.

And as much as you adored those moments, you couldn’t help but crave for something more permanent, consistent, in your relationship. Something where you didn’t have to constantly fret for your spouse’s life and you were able to see her more often than once a month (if you were lucky).

You wanted stability, company, a family filled with laughter and love and compassion; children with their mother’s determination and smile. And you knew she wanted the same — she’d told you as much when you were lounging side by side in bed at the end of her last visit.

So with her home for the first time in months, you’d both decided to start trying for that family. Trying for that stability before your wedding. Trying for her ability to step down from such an involved role in the watcher’s in favour of something more remote.

Trying to set the foundations for the life you’d both dreamed of.

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“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Your question startled her and she paused, tunic still covering her arms as she moved to toss it aside. You could see her nose scrunch up and her eyes flit to one side as she considered her response before she slowly put her tunic down to one side and shuffled forwards to the edge of the bed where you stood, reaching up to stroke your cheek with her thumb as she smiled and spoke with that determination you loved.

“Positive,” the edges of her eyes crinkled when you placed your hand over hers and she pressed a chaste kiss on your lips, “I want this. I want you; I want to have a family with you. I’ve never been more sure of something in my life.”

And, teary eyed, you grinned against her lips — still lightly chapped from her time in the cold — and whispered a phrase that had her tearing up in return.

“You’ll make an amazing mother, Cara,”

“And you’ll be the best dad ever,” she responded with a sureness that had your heart skipping in your chest.

Then, without further ado, you gently pushed her down onto the bed and crawled over her, peppering her face with kisses as you positioned yourself between her bare, muscular thighs. You placed one forearm beside her head to support your weight as your free hand reached between you and stroked your cock a few times before you positioned the tip at your fiancée’s dripping entrance (internally thankful for how easy it was to work her up with a few touches over her clothes). Pausing only for the briefest of moments to look into those beautiful dark eyes as she smiled softly up at you before she pulled you down into a messy, passionate kiss and you began to push into her familiar, wet warmth.

Part of you had always felt like her pussy was made just for you: a hole that was always fucking soaking and greedy and eager to swallow each and every inch of your dick; warm, velvety walls that stretched and fluttered perfectly around your length, moulding to every curve and vein and bulge that defined you; a depth so wonderfully serendipitous to your size that you were always able to find her g-spot and have her feeling whenever you had sex. And that’s not to mention how sweet and damn near addictive her juices were to the taste — but that was besides the point.

Though her pretty cunt was far from the only thing that was perfect about her. No. For she was never short of stunning when she was laying beneath you: long, soft locks of brown hair spread out about her head in a sort of halo that highlighted the hypnotic darkness of her eyes that you never failed to lose yourself in and her beautifully swollen lips that parted in the shape of your name; her bare breasts that bounced with your every thrust and were dotted with a constellation of freckles that you could map out by heart after countless nights spent basking nude in the aftermath of intimacy; strong, calloused hands that she never knew what to do with, skilful after a decade of honing her craft yet unable to rest when you were atop her — always moving between grasping at the bedsheets and caressing your face and messing with your hair and scratching down your shoulders and back to pull you closer to her. Beautiful and vulnerable and strong and so entirely your Cara.

God you loved her, and you knew she’d look even more stunning when she was carrying your child. Or children.

She’d make the most wonderful mother, you knew it — hell you could already see it in your mind’s eye. Cara, swollen and round with something half you and half her, with her face split in a grin so broad and bright it was hopelessly contagious. You could see her glowing with the pride of it all despite the hardships and the strain and the changes to her body because that’s just who she was.

She was someone who faced every challenge head on, who never gave up and found the positives in everything. And you knew she’d do the same with this, with her pregnancy, as she carried and grew your child. As she grew and swelled and glowed and grinned.

And you felt your pace faltering at the thought, cock throbbing and aching and leaking with the mere idea of getting her pregnant. Of seeing her go through the motions of starting a family with you. Of her being a mother and you making her one. And by the way her moans were getting louder, and her grip on your shoulders was getting tighter, she was just as close as you were — and thankfully so, as you weren’t sure you could last much longer with such a beautiful image in your mind.

So, with a single thought in your mind, you crashed your lips down onto hers in a rough, messy kiss that muffled the loud, lewd sounds that slipped freely from you both as you continued to thrust into her drenched cunt. The room filling with the wet sound of skin slapping against skin as the fingers on your free hand dug into her waist and held her against you as she began to buck and grind her hips up against yours — unable to match your faltering pace through her own mounting pleasure yet still determined to keep moving and pleasuring you as you were her.

Every movement, every ministration, of her hips and her nails compounded into an addictive mixture of faint pain and overwhelming pleasure that had you falling over the edge of climax before long. Filling her to the brim with your cum with a stuttering thrust, an unintentional bite of her plump lower lip and a groan of her name that she happily swallowed into your kiss. Overwhelming your orgasm-heightened senses until the world beyond her had faded away into a bleak, white nothingness and your mind was filled only with white noise and the buzzing thought of starting a family with the woman you loved.

And with a few more jerking, shallow thrusts, Cara followed suit, soaking your dick and the sheets below her with her cum as she trembled and chanted your name and blasphemies against your lips. Nails digging into your skin so hard that blood droplets were forming in the crescent shaped indents she left behind. Legs wrapping tightly around your waist and forcing you to stay inside of her as you both rode out your respective highs. Heartbeat pounding against her ribcage so hard and fast that you could feel it as you lay chest-to-chest atop her — mind free floating as your body collapsed onto her.

As close as you’ve ever been as you revelled in the blissful oneness that your fading highs brought, lip to lip and joined at the centre as you quietly basked in the afterglow as it settled over you both. Though, still, your mind couldn’t help but wander back to those images that had filled your head as you came, your palm coming to rest over Cara’s stomach as you raised yourself on your other arm and grinned down at her (unbothered as the string of saliva between your lips broke).

Then, despite her exhaustion, she reached down as well and laid her hand over yours and she gave you a crooked smile. That smile you’d fallen in love with those years ago and that made you fall deeper whenever you saw it.

Yeah, you really couldn’t wait to start a family with her.

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the-travelling-witch · 10 months

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Hi hi!!! I hope you're doing well today ^^ Here is a hydration reminder if you need one!!!

I rlly wanted to join with the selfship game (yalls too cute, just read the latest post), I hope these haven't been asked yet; 💐🎡💗 with Childe, Xiao, and Albedo!!

thank you!! i try my best keeping these idiots in check hshsh (also what’s hydration /lh)

💐: How did you two meet?

[answered here]

🎡: What are your favorite activities to do together?

Childe loves dragging me out to spar or work out. And as much as I love it, often enough he pulls me out of bed at the ass crack of dawn. But, although I complain a lot, I know it's a good thing to do, not only to get in some excercise but also to fix my sleep schedule; I do feel a lot better after a sparring session. Especially because I can kick his ass for waking me. ("It still hurts, you know?" - "Good.") Otherwise, cooking or baking together is also a favourite activity of ours. Cleaning the kitchen, however, is not...

"You get a 3 for keeping the kitchen clean but a 10 for knife skills."

"I'll focus on the end of that sentence, thank you very much."

On the calmer side, Xiao and I love exchanging knowledge and traditions of our respective cultures. So, we often teach the other one handcrafts and spend the afternoon making charms or bracelets or flower crowns while soaking up the tranquility surrounding us. On that note, I also really enjoy talking walks together. Xiao has an incredible awareness of all things nature, so there's always something to see. Getting comfy in the shade of a tree with soft grass underneath us, listening to the wind and being greeted by the smell of flowers is another big plus for it.

"I still remember the one time you had your head in my lap; you looked so cute dozing off like that."

"I did not! I was merely resting my eyes."

"Of course you were. But it was still adorable." ^^

Aside from occasionally blowing something up during an experiment, Albedo and I are on the calmer side as well. Most of the time, we end up doing creative work, like painting or writing; even if we don’t work on the same project, just being in the same room while listening to music is already healing enough.

“I am rather fond of working on big projects together though.”

“Oh for sure. I’m not sure how much the others enjoy us turning the house upside down though.”

“I SWEAR TO THE TSARITSA, IF I STEP INTO ANOTHER BUCKET OF PAINT-“

💗: How do you two like to cuddle?

Cuddling with Childe is like having a huge dog who still thinks he’s a tiny lap dog. Seriously, 154cm vs 191cm/ 5ft vs 6.2ft… yeah, I got myself a nice weighted blanket. It even peppers me with kisses!!

No but seriously, Childe almost acts like he’s dying when he can’t hold me close. His favourite thing to do for both hugs and cuddles is holding me from behind; arms wrapped tightly around my waist, my head tugged under his chin and feet tangled or leg slung over my thigh/hip (he’d do it standing up too if I didn’t stop him). If I happen to get up during the night, a) how did I get out of his vice-like hold and b) he wakes up immediately and sits in bed like a lost child(e) until I return.

That being said, I’ve gotten quite used to just being picked up and carried to bed or being pulled down onto the couch, especially after Childe had a hard day at work. But if I tell him to wait, he’ll trail behind me throughout the house until I’m not busy anymore. On the other hand, I also love flopping my entire body onto his, so I get why he does it.

Alternatively to me being little spoon, there are times where he’ll just plop down on top of me and put my hand in his hair so I can play with it. It’s also a peak position for him to steal one or the other kiss.

“Babe, come here?”

“Gimme a sec to finish this real quick.”

“Just say you hate me.” ㅠㅠ

I said it before, Xiao is a little hesitant to initiate physical intimacy and needs a little time to get into it. But it’s not like he’s touch-averse, he’s just very cautious with it because it’s something that has not been very present in his life before. Yet, once it’s been established that this touch is okay, he’ll slowly relax into it.

While I’m normally all for being held, I adore lying face-to-face with him and running my hands through his hair and down his spine. Feeling him tighten his grip on my waist as I press a soft kiss to the diamond shaped mark on his forehead, our hearts beating in sync, is the most gratifying thing there is. I can’t help but giggle when he tucks his head in the crook of my neck in response.

On the other hand, Xiao has no inhibitions when it comes to being protective. If he feels like he has to make sure I’m safe, he has no problems wrapping an arm around my waist, palm resting in the dip of my back. So we’re somewhat evenly matched on holding each other.

Although, I completely understand that it can sometimes be overwhelming to be so physically close. In that case, depending on how we feel, we might settle for just laying our head in the other’s lap or merely linking pinkies. The latter also helps when it’s too hot outside to cuddle but we still want to establish some physical contact.

“My love, is there a reason you’re burying your face in my chest?”

*muffled* “…no”

“Alright then.”

I absolutely love love love sitting in Albedo’s lap with my back to his chest, especially when we’re reading or sketching. But also while binge watching a series, it’s an amazing position for Albedo to point out why what we’re seeing would not actually work in real life. It’s also great to keep his hands busy by playing with and braiding my hair while I can just lean back into his warmth. And since both of us have no concept of time while focused on something, we often end up falling asleep and waking up in a very weird positions.

I also just like curling up at his side and putting my head on his shoulder to see what he’s working on or plopping myself down in his lap while he sits at his desk. It’s healing to just listen to him work away and pressing a few kisses to his collarbones every now and then.

But it’s not like we only ever work while cuddling. Snuggling up together is perfect to talk about our days, what gossip has been going around or what kind of findings Bedo came across today.

“Do you remember the drunk guy who spilled the beans on how he cheated on his wife?”

“From when you went drinking with Kaeya? What about him?”

“She found out today. Man that was a screaming match but wow she dropped some nasty lines.”

“You didn’t get yourself in danger though right?”

“Nah I was pretending to listen to music while browsing the book isle. I could still hear them from across the shop though.”

Also, on a related note… CUDDLE PILES!! Aka peak chaos time

“Get your nasty foot off of me!”

“Only if you move your hand! You’re way too close anyway!”

“I’M too close?? You’re hogging her!!”

“Bedo, are you good?”

“I’m quite fine, stardust, don’t worry about me.”

[self-ship ask game]

#┊✩彡 divine correspondence ♡#┊✩彡 cherished guests ♡#┊✩彡 letter from — shiro ♡#ੈ♡˳ the witch’s lovers┊͙#ੈ♡˳ chilly┊͙#[other ship names still to be found]

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acacia-may · 1 year

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What usually helps me when I’m sick is watching my favorite shows for the Millionth time 😂! Sometimes it just makes me feel better even though I’ve already seen it and I know what happens. Also my pets make me feel better too lol, I remember one time (a few years ago) I had really bad Bronchitis and I couldn’t sleep laying down and had to sleep sitting up since I couldn’t really breathe. Well at night, one of my cats would follow me to bed and would stare at me until I fell asleep (ik it’s kinda creepy agwjwjs 😆) and when I would wake up he’d have his head laying on my chest. So I gave him the nickname “Night Nurse” because it was like he was a nurse lol!

Now onto the HC’s hehe! The only one I have right now is for Finral tho 😅.

I imagine Finral is a momma hen and worries about everyone when they’re sick. He tries his best to cook them chicken noodle soup and makes sure their fevers are done, he gives them a comunication device so that way they can contact him whenever they need something. Once Finral is the one sick, the Black Bulls show just how much they love and care about him by taking care of him just as well as he took care of them!

I hope you feel better soon Acacia dear 🥺🫂💕!! Sending love, hugs, and positive vibes!

Thank you so much, Lyra! This is so incredibly sweet, and I really appreciate all of your soft & fluffy thoughts and well wishes! 🥰

Your cat sounds adorable! I often joke that my dog acts more like a cat than a dog (i.e. she likes to hide from people, prefers to lounge around, and doesn't make a lot of noise), but even she won't jump up on beds. That's so cute!! 🥰

It's so nice to have those comfort shows you can just go back to and watch when you need a pick-me-up! I tend to watch a lot of baking shows when I'm looking for something for positive and relaxing. Even though I usually can't eat anything they're making, I appreciate the art of it, and I think I just get too invested (and then stressed out) about a lot of my other favorite tv. For instance, I was thinking about going back and rewatching some of my favorite Black Clover episodes recently, but then I had this really vivid (yet total random) mental image of Mother Nature from the really old Rankin-Bass "Year Without a Santa Claus." There's this scene where she's just trying to have a good time and have tea and keep really positive, but she is getting increasing frustrated with her bickering sons who refuse to get along with each other...and, in a way, I feel like that's me when I watch my favorite BC episodes. 😅😂 [My stupid, stupid boys! 💚💙]

(A/N: This is me, friends! Also, realizing that this movie was super formative for me and (how does that one joke go again?) the origin of my crippling addiction to problematic fictional brother relationships...😅😂)

Anyway that was a major digression, but speaking of the spatial mage brothers... your Finral headcanon is so wholesome! It made me smile so much! He'd make such an attentive and kind nurse for his sick friends, and yes, you're absolutely right he would worry so much about them until they got better. I love this idea of yours about the communicator especially. I can just picture him literally running when he's called or thinks he's needed and just completely fogetting that he could actually just portal right there.😅😂 He's such a goofball especially when he's worried about his friends, I think, but it's very sweet and very endearing.

One of my favorite things about Finral really is just how kindhearted and generous he is. He really does spend so much time and effort taking care of everyone else, and I really don't think there's even a question about it for him--he's just such a naturally generous person who'd really give his friend the shirt off his back if he thought they needed it more than he did. For that reason, it really warms my heart to think about what would happen in the reverse when Finral is the one who is sick and his friends get the opportunity to take care of him. I love this idea that you shared that his friends would all want to take the opportunity to kind of pay him back for taking such good care of them, and it really is nice to imagine Finral being the one being doted on for a change. He really does deserve it (though hopefully he doesn't stay sick for too long)!

Thank you so much again for sharing such sweet and wholesome thoughts, Lyra! I really appreciate the ask, support, and kind words! Cheers!! 🥰

#aww this is so sweet #thank you so much for all the wholesomeness and fluff lyra!!#final roulacase #spatial mage brothers #my boys 💚💙#lyra 💜#soft & fluffy asks

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cilldaracailin · 1 year

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You’re My Best Friend

Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s

Here is the next part in the Robyn and Taron story :)

Love Suze xx

“I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!”

Opening her fridge, Robyn was trying to think of what they could make which would be an easy breakfast and while she would have loved to have made waffles for Taron, something quicker was a better choice.

“Right so what are we having?” Taron asked as he walked into the kitchen, fully dressed back in his shorts and t-shirt from the day before. He stood beside Robyn looking into the fridge. “You waiting for the food to talk to you?” He joked.

“Trying to decide what to have.”

“You got eggs?” He asked.

“Always.”

“Poached eggs and toast sound good to me.” Taron closed over the fridge. “I will do the eggs if you want to look after the toast.”

“Yes sir.” Robyn fake saluted him. “Can I also be in charge of potatoes?”

“With you being the only Irish person in this room, I would never dream of touching a potato.”

Robyn gave Taron a gentle but playful push and the two worked away at making themselves a late breakfast or just lunch because it was near one thirty when they sat down to eat outside. The day had a little bit of heat and it was warm enough to take advantage and sit outside at the table, taking up the same chairs they always sat in. Taron had made himself some tea, while Robyn stuck to orange juice.

“So, we can bake after this right?” He asked, buttering his toast.

“We can bake anything you want.” Robyn replied. “Once I have the ingredients.” She added quickly.

“I will stick with the chocolate muffins.” He said dipping his toast into his egg.

“Chocolate chocolate?” Robyn asked.

“Chocolate chocolate?” Taron confirmed. “But we can add white chocolate chunks just to add some colour.”

Robyn grinned. “Quite the baker now, aren’t you?”

“Learnt from the best. Robyn these are delicious.” Taron scooped up another forkful of the potatoes. “And not just potatoes by themselves.”

“You said you’d leave the potatoes to the Irish person so I added rashers to them too with a little bit of onion. It’s kinda like the breakfast we have had before.”

“This is just as good, even better.” Taron spoke with a mouthful.

The finished off their breakfast and took their all too familiar positions of washing and drying the dishes at the sink, including the ones from last night. Counters wiped down and kitchen tidy, Taron then took Robyn’s hand and led her to the stools at the breakfast bar, taking a seat and gesturing for her to sit beside him.

“Before we get into baking, I think we need to have that chat.”

Robyn had been swirling in her chair but stopped and gave him a nod. “Yeah, we do.”

Taron reached for her hand. “I know what I want to say and it is going to be very quick so if it’s ok, I would like to go first.” When Robyn covered his hand with her other, he took it as a yes to start. “I don’t know what is going to happen here and I have no idea how we are going to make it work but I what I do know is that I love you. Very much and that while you already gave me my heart back, you have held it in your hands since you first came to visit me in Aberystwyth because that is when I realised that I loved you. Robyn, even my mother knew it then.” He gave her a little smile. “She told me I was in trouble and she was so right.” He half grinned her way. “I have no idea what tomorrow will bring for us let alone when I leave but I am going to put everything I have into me and you because this is what I want more than anything. To be with you and I don’t care what anyone else thinks, except you because you mean the world to me. What we have as friends will always be with us, no matter what and like we said last night that will never ever change but I really want to give us a go Robyn. We owe it to that spark we have always felt. We deserve to be happy and you make me so happy Robyn.” He reached up to gently cup her right cheek. “And not just ‘cos you bake me cookies.”

Robyn quietly laughed. “So, no cookies is a deal breaker then yeah?”

“Most definitely.” Taron whispered as he learned his head to her and captured her lips in the lightest of kisses.

When he moved away, his hand was still on her cheek, Robyn’s eyes were closed and she licked her lips. She sighed and opened her eyes and Taron was still so close to her. She moved a little closer to him so her forehead rested on his. “You know I will never ever not bake you cookies.” She shook her hand from his and rested her hands on his face, moving back so she could take in his beautiful green eyes. “I want everything you just said. You. This, whatever it will become because I love you too and yes, my mother seemed to know too.” Robyn lightly rubbed his nose with hers, her voice a little troubled. “There is so much that comes with this for us.”

“Forget the media, the fans. They don’t matter to me. You do and you know I will always protect you Robyn.”

“I absolutely know that.” She sat back on her stool. “Being a friend is so very different to dating.” She said in a low undertone.

“Robyn…” Taron used his hand to lift her chin as she looked to the floor. “Starting as we mean to continue, remember?”

She sighed a little. “I feel like a broken record but everyone has just accepted our friendship because of how we met but will that change if our relationship changes?”

“Excuse my language here but Robyn who gives a fuck. You make me so happy. I know when I come to see you that you are safest place in the world for me apart from being with my family. That when you come to see me, I am literally bouncing with excitement and I hope that…”

“I feel the exact same way.” Robyn confidently replied.

“Then forget about it all Robyn. It’s you and me. It has always been you and me.”

“I don’t want to have to hide us.”

“We won’t.” He took her hands and gave then a tight squeeze. “I am all in Robyn and want you by my side as you always have been. They will talk anyway. They always do just this time they will just be right. I won’t let anything stop us from giving this a go because I know it is going to be the most wonderful and exciting and fun experience with you.” He gave her forehead a kiss. “But I do understand if you don’t want to go public. It can be frightening in any capacity.”

Robyn shook her head. “I am ALL in.” She firmly said to him. “If you are walking a red carpet and want me by your side, I am right there with you. I will not hide how I feel about you because I feel so much for you and you are the most important person I have in my life who makes me feel loved, safe and so fecking happy Taron. We don’t know how we are going to work it out but we will. When you leave, sure it’s going to be shit but we have done it as friends, I know we are going to be able to do it when dating.” She chuckled. “Dating. Gosh it’s like we are teenagers.”

“Kissing like them too.” Taron laughed, giving Robyn some wet kisses, both laughing together. Their kisses turned a little deeper as Taron got to his feet, Robyn stretching up to meet his lips. “Cariad, I can’t say what will happen when I leave on Monday but I promise to love you, look after you and be there for you as best I can. I know already it is going to be difficult being away from you but I will do my damn best to make it work for us because Robyn, I need to have you in my life.”

“You have Taron. Always because just as you need me, I need you.” Getting to her feet, Robyn pressed herself right into his body and fused her lips to his, a little moan coming from both of them as lips parted and tongues met.

Robyn pulled away first because she had forgotten how to take in air, completely distracted by just taking in Taron. She brought her hands to his hair and ran her fingers through it, her chest heaving a little as she tried to catch her breath. She gave his head a little scratch, smiling as how he immediately ducked his head for her. After a tiny head massage, she moved her hands from his head to around his back and hugged him. “I want to give it a go Taron. I know it is going to be harder to be apart from each other but we have found a way to do it and we will continue to work it out.”

“We will.”

“And I can still come and visit you and you know you can always come to see me and I am sure we can plan some longer trips together.”

“Hmm…” Taron lightly kissed her neck. “I am glad to hear you say that because I was thinking that after I have finished filming maybe we could do something together. I have some time off and I am pretty sure you have a load of holidays left to use.”

“I do and I love that idea, so much.”

“Perfect. We can make a plan together.” Taron lifted his head to look at her. “I will be so proud to have you by my side as always Robyn as a friend or girlfriend.” A deep beautiful chuckle left his lips. “Well, that will take a bit of getting used to but I like it.”

Robyn scrunched her nose up. “Maybe stick with cariad for the time being.”

“Yeah? Not gonna call me your boyfriend? I think Claire was super excited about knowing you could call me that now.” He winked.

“I knew you heard that whole conversation last night!”

Taron chuckled harder. “It was hard not too Robyn. Your friends are loud!” He smiled at her. “So, cariad, we are kinda official then yeah?”

Robyn couldn’t keep the girly laugh in and nodded. “Yes Taron. We are official.”

Taron sealed their agreement with a kiss. “Hmm we need to tell cwtch.”

Robyn laughed against his lips. “I have a feeling he already knows but there are two people we have to tell first.”

“Our mothers.”

Robyn shook her head. “Close but not quite. Your sisters.” Robyn saw Taron’s head tilt in confusion. “At Mari’s birthday party, Rosie asked me if we were boyfriend and girlfriend and I told her no but if we ever were to become so that they would be the first to know.”

“Well my sisters it is then.”

“And we should probably give Lyndsey the heads up too. I mean…”

“Yeah I guess, she should know.” Taron interrupted her quickly, his voice a little sarcastic.

“Yes as your publicist, she kinda needs to be kept in the loop.” Robyn placed her hands on Taron’s face again, giving his cheeks a soft stroke. “I trust you Taron. I always have since you sat on my couch and had that first conversation with Lyndsey about my name going in the media. For now, it will be me, you, our families and friends and when the time comes, everyone else. We have been seen out together before.”

“Yeah I know.”

“I will hold your hand as much as I want when we are together.” Robyn slid her hands down his shoulders and arms to his hands, linking his fingers with hers. “I will slip my hand around your waist.” Her hands followed her words and moved around his back. “And even get a kiss or two in.” She kissed his cheeks and lips. “Start as we mean to continue, yeah?”

“Definitely.”

“And we already know I am not going to the premier for this movie.” She gave him a tiny smile. “So, we won’t have a public appearance for a long time.”

“Not going huh?”

“Nope. I will not be able to watch this movie, no matter how much I love you.”

“Well I will find something for you to dress fancy fancy for again.”

Robyn smirked. “Stella will have a field day.”

“I believe I picked your dress the last time.” Taron’s hand moved along the waistband of her jeans, slipping the material up so he could get his hands to the bare skin of her back. “Maybe another backless one?”

“I would be just fine with that.”

Taron smiled brightly. “An updo?” He suggested, his face going for neck, his nose brushing her hair out of the way. “Means I can kiss here all night.”

“Then you get to wear a tank top.”

“A tank top?” Taron moved his face from her neck. “What? Why?”

“So I can do this.” Robyn lifted her hand to his chest over his heart. “And I can get to here. If you are wearing a three piece suit, that’s way too many layers.”

His smile was gorgeous as always and his laugh was light. “Stella will not be happy.”

“Meh.”

“Meh?”

“Yeah. Meh.” She kissed his grin. “So we need to make some phone calls.”

“Yeah we do.” Taron lifted Robyn off her feet in a tight squishy hug. “Fuck I would just love a week here with you Robyn. Three days is not long enough.”

Robyn cuddled him tighter. “If you are wishing for time together, I would take two weeks Taron but three days together with no hospitals, no filming, no pool and just us. I think that is the best we could have ever hoped for. We have always wished for time like this together and now we get it and it is fully uninterrupted.”

“Hmm yes because I moved that key.”

Robyn laughed into his shoulder. “You are tosspot.”

“But I am your tosspot.” He informed her, kissing her gently. “Can we leave off ringing my sisters for a while?”

“Cold feet?” She asked.

“No not at all. I just want to enjoy our bubble with just us for as long as we can. Just me and you with no one knowing. Once we say a word, I know the phone calls are going to be endless which I am so happy to take but for now, I want to be selfish and just have you all to myself. You are right. Three days together with no interruptions is always what we have asked for and we got them.” He brushed some loose hair from her forehead. “Even if we can stretch it out until tomorrow, even better.”

Robyn nodded her head in agreement. “I like our little bubble.”

“It’s my favourite type of bubble.”

“Though I do like bubble bubbles too. They are fun to pop and you can get glycerine bubbles which you can eat and they are even more fun to pop and then of course there are bubbles from a bubble bath and speaking of which we still need to run you a bath to use that voucher you brought with you and why are you laughing at me.” Robyn dropped her hands from his back and folded them across her chest.

“You are just adorable when you speak without taking a breath and it’s the cutest thing when you get excited over the simplest things like bubbles.”

“Bubbles are fun.” Robyn replied her arms still crossed.

“Cariad, I know they are.” He pulled her crossed arms open, stepped into her body and wrapped her arms around his back. “And it’s a compliment darling. I promise. Now…” He gently kissed her cheek. “Muffins.”

“Ugh such a one track mind.” Robyn caved to his warmth and hugged him. “But yes, muffins.”

“Woohoo!”

His little cheer was so very cute and Robyn untucked herself from him and taking his hand, led him towards the island. “Let me get the recipe book.”

“You need a recipe?” Taron watched her walk to her book shelf under the fish tank and take out a book.

“For muffins, yes.”

“But they are just big cupcakes.”

Robyn opened the book on the island and searched for the chocolate muffins recipe. “I guess they are but there are differences in the way they are made and the quantities and the baking tin is different too.” She found the page she wanted. “Double chocolate muffins.” She scanned over the ingredients and nodded to herself. “Ok what to you want to be in charge of, measuring or mixing.”

“Mixing.” Taron answered.

“Sure.” Robyn turned around and grabbed her kitchen aid from the counter behind and carried it over to the island. “All yours.”

“And taste testing.” He added, watching Robyn plug in the mixer. “That’s a very important part of muffin making.”

Robyn rose an eyebrow at him, giving him a little nudge so she could set the kitchen aid up so it was ready to go. “Taste testing was not an option.”

“I am adding an extra one. A baker must always taste as he bakes.”

Robyn gave him another nudge, making him move back, and Taron watched as she opened a drawer and routed through it. She closed the drawer once she found what she wanted and turned to Taron. “Well Mr Baker, an apron is a must when baking.” Robyn fluffed out the apron in her hands, laughing at Taron’s face as he frowned. “You want the title of baker, you have to wear the apron.” She walked to him and carefully placed the apron over his head.

“Care Bears?” He groaned as Robyn tied the apron around his back. “Really?”

“Yes really and this is the most perfect Instagram photo.”

“Don’t even think about …” Taron stopped mid sentence as Robyn pulled her phone from her pocket. “Robyn…”

“It’s for my wall.” She replied.

“Just for the wall?”

“Yes.”

“Fine.”

She made him take two as he was still frowning in the first and for the third he pulled Robyn into him. “We can print them later.” She pocketed her phone. “Even though you have taken the job of mixer, which you know the kitchen aid needs no help for, do you want to help me weigh and measure?” She saw his lips lift in a tiny half smile. “But no flour throwing!” She pointed her finger to him. “Not this time. I don’t want to have to clean my whole kitchen.”

“Agreed.”

Robyn stared at him. “You agreed much too quickly to that.”

“Oh no, I am very happy not to have a flour fight today. Just baking and then eating the muffins.” Taron saw the doubt in her eyes. “I promise cariad. Not a pinch of flour will be thrown. I don’t want to be spending the day cleaning either. I would much rather be cuddling on the couch watching TV after this. So, what do we need to do first.”

Together they gathered all the ingredients needed to make the chosen muffins and weighed them out, Taron indeed taking charge of mixing as he watched the attachment go round and round, turning the measured ingredients into a chocolate combination. As he supervised the mixing, Robyn pulled out a chopping board and three packets of white chocolate along with a large knife.

“Oh I can do that!” Taron stepped away from his post and closer to her. “I can cut that up.” He lifted the first white packaging to open it but Robyn took it from him.

“Let me show you a quick way.” She placed the chocolate onto the chopping board, still in the wrapper and picked up the knife. She lay the sharp end of the knife over the wrapper and pressed down, moving down the bar bit by bit until she reached the end. She turned the bar to the left and then did the same thing. “It saves the chopping board getting all chocolate and the bar gets cut up into little pieces while in the wrapper. It does open at one end though but the chocolate normally stays in the wrapper.” Robyn picked up the bar and turning it upside down, let the contents fall carefully onto the wooden boards, small chunks of chocolate falling down. “See? Much easier than trying to cut it bit by bit.” She used the knife to cut three pieces that were still big. “And ready for the mix.”

“Neat little trick.”

“Yeah I use it for when I bake all those cookies for you.”

Taron smiled as he did the other two bars for her and then lifted the chopping board and tipped the white chocolate into the kitchen aid. “Extra important little trick then.” He stretched to put the board in the sink along with the other utensils they had used. “So how long do these take to bake?”

“About twenty to twenty-five minutes.” Robyn turned off the mixer.

“Hey!” Taron turned it on and off again. “My job.” He saw Robyn’s face and bit his lower lip. “Erm your job?” He gave her a little grin. “We are heading into time out territory again, aren’t we?”

She could only smile at him as she shook her head. “Not at all.”

“But close right?”

“I won’t put you in time out but I can put a ban on kisses.”

The gasp that came from Taron was loud and clear. “You wouldn’t. You love them way too much to do that.”

“I adore them but the threat of none makes you behave so let get these filled and into the oven before mischief starts.”

While Taron used an ice cream scoop, Robyn manipulated two spoons and they filled the muffin wrappers in the tray and once all the mixture had been used and scraped from the bowl, they had twelve muffins ready for the oven. Tray popped on a shelf and oven door closed, Robyn hopped up onto the island and picked up the bowl.

“Best part of the baking process. Licking the bowl.” She explained as she dragged a finger through the mix and ate it. “Want some?”

“Of course.” Taron stepped closer to her and titling his head, stole a kiss. “Hmm that’s delicious and so is that blush.”

Robyn had not been expecting the kiss and felt her cheeks flame as his lips left hers, watching as Taron then dragged his finger through the left over muffin mix in the bowl and lick it off. “Really delicious.”

She could see the glint in his eye and that playful smile on his lips as he went to take another taste from the bowl and her stomach was doing the most amazing butterfly dance as he took a third. “Please sir, I want some more.” Robyn said, Taron turning to her with a chuckle.

“More?”

“Hmmm-mmmm.”

Taron stepped to the right, around Robyn’s legs and in-between them. He was holding the bowl but as he brought his body closer to hers, placed the bowl behind her on the island. “Twenty minutes, right? Until the muffins are done?” He whispered in her ear.

“Hmmm-mmm.” Robyn felt a glorious shiver run through her as his voice deepened and his warm breath blew across her neck.

“Fantastic.” The word has barely left his lips as he kissed Robyn, his hands placed on her cheeks. Twenty minutes was so much time to kiss and have uninterrupted kisses and the Welshman kept his kiss firm, his hands moving from her face to around her shoulders and back, his fingers immediately slipping under her t-shirt to get to her skin. Breathing through his nose, he titled his head moving his lips from the right corner of Robyn’s, then to the left, smiling at the tiny moan that came from the woman he was holding. He had been holding in the appreciative noises he had been desperate to make and hearing Robyn’s sweet little whimper made his knees buckle the tiniest bit and he gently swept his lips across hers with a sigh. “Me too cariad.”

Robyn had been taken back a little at Taron’s sudden kiss when she thought he was just going to give her the bowl but his lips were warm and his hands were gently stroking her back and she was melting into him. Yesterday she had been the one taking charge, kissing him over and over but now Taron was kissing her with a longing and hunger and it felt wonderful. She was forgetting how to breathe through the kiss and when he moved to kiss her cheek, she inhaled deeply and the smell of the man who had now moved to her neck mixed with the baking muffins in the oven had Robyn’s body swaying a little, that she reached out to wrap herself around Taron, her legs crossing around his hips, meaning Taron had to step in closer to the counter and her.

Bodies were meshed against each other hard and Robyn found her hands copying Taron’s as she pulled open the bow of the apron strap and pushed his t-shirt up his back, brushing her fingers over warm bare skin, her hands moving as far up his back as she could go.

“A back massage, kisses and muffins in the oven?” Taron murmured against her lips. “You are spoiling me.”

Robyn chuckled as she pulled her face back a tiny bit but kept her lips close enough to his so that a kiss could happen in milliseconds, her hands still deep under his t-shirt, her thumbs making little circles up and down his spine. “I am not too sure some chocolate muffins count as spoiling you.”

“Kisses…” Taron pressed his lips against hers as he spoke the word.

“You are to blame for these ones…” She replied breaking the kiss.

“I take full responsibility for my actions.” He laughed. “And you do spoil me with the most thoughtful things.” His hands moved from her back and he ran then through her hair, pushing it away from her face. “How long again till the muffins are done?”

“About fifteen minutes.”

He answered her with a cute little peck, then resuming his more heated kiss like before. Once again his hands changed position and with them gripping the waistband and belt of her jeans, he tugged her closer to him so she was sitting on the very edge of the counter, his head tilting as their kiss intensified, both sighing hard into each other, Robyn legs tightening around Taron.

He was so thankful for the height of the counter as once again his body reacted to Robyn’s lips, tongue and warmth. He had a need for fresh air, some oxygen and to try and stop the urge to lift her and carry her into the bedroom, Taron gave the side of her lips a kiss, moving across her right cheek, giving her jaw under her ear a soft caress with his lips. Teasingly he made a little trail of wet tiny kisses down her neck, Robyn moving her head as Taron went lower, his nose pushing the material of her t-shirt out of the way so he could kiss her shoulder and along her collar bone.

Tingles of fire filled every part of her and Robyn locked Taron in her legs, so he could not move away from her and while she was trying to distract him by rubbing his back, his mouth was winning and her head automatically lifted higher as Taron’s head ducked lower and his kisses moved from her shoulder and followed the v design of her t-shirt, his nose rubbing over the swell of her chest, right side first and then left. His lips then traced the path his nose had made, leaving the tiniest teasing kisses everywhere his lips touched. The lace of her bra peaked out as he kissed luscious sweet skin and when Robyn inhaled with a little gasp as he very delicately kissed above the cute little bow on her bra, he smirked and did it again.

Taron hadn’t shaved in three days and the rough scruff on his skin was such a new sensation for her after being without a man in her life for years and while it itched a little bit, the gentle kisses he was giving her were like a medicine that cured the prickly feeling. She knew he heard her exclaim when his kisses moved lower, his nose rubbing back and forth over the lace of her bra and she placed one hand in his hair and the other on the back of his neck. She felt the faintest touch his tongue which made her jump, but in the best way and when he did it again, her hands went to his cheeks and she lifted his head so she could just kiss him. While her t-shirt was pulled down slightly in the front, Robyn had Taron’s nearly past his shoulder blades as her hands returned to his back, her finger nails now grazing up and down his spine.

Kisses became more frantic and hands started to roam more freely, both completely lost in each other and Taron went for a second smooch on Robyn’s neck, but this time going straight for that beautiful V, soft and sensitive female skin ready for tasting and touching.

Her head was tilted right back and her hands slid down his back and she stretched a little so she could find the back pockets of his shorts, the same way as he found hers last night and she slipped her hands into both, giving his bum a squeeze. The giggle from Taron was gloriously deep and Robyn felt her eyes starting to roll in her head as he moved her bra strap over her left shoulder and his lips followed as he kissed all the new skin exposed to him.

Both their heads turned when they heard the very loud knock on the door, Taron cursing loudly at the knock and then looking to Robyn after he realised his forehead had hit off her chin when he moved his head so fast when he heard the rattle at the door.

“Shit, sorry.” He placed his hands on her cheeks, his left thumbs stroking her chin. “Sorry cariad. You ok?”

“Yeah I am just…” Robyn’s stopped speaking as the tapping on the door started again.

“Fucking hell.” Taron cursed once more, his head falling back a little before he looked at Robyn. “No interruptions?” He asked.

“I have no idea…”

“Robyn?” A voice called in through the door.

“Oh…” She gave Taron what she hoped was her best apologetic look. “My mam.”

“But the key is gone so we can just pretend…”

“She has a key.” Robyn could feel the frustration building in the man she still held tightly in her arms, her hands still in his back pockets. “She’s my mother Taron. Of course she has a key.”

“But we can be quiet.”

“I may be nearly two weeks out of the hospital but I still get my daily checks and she will come in here.”

“Shit.” Taron’s hands pulled at his hair.

Robyn took her hands from the pockets of his shorts, wrapped her arms around Taron and pulled her into him. “I am sorry but she got a horrible fright when she heard I was in the hospital and she will open the door to come in. She probably thinks I am asleep.”

His sigh was long but understanding and he gave her a squeeze. “So after your friends and your parents, can we expect anyone else?” He asked. “A long lost cousin twice removed?”

Robyn fixed his t-shirt at his back and chuckled at him. “I will run you a lovely hot bath to make up for this, ok? With loads of bubbles and give you a head and shoulder massage.”

The Welshman ended the hug and gave her a smile. “Ok.” He agreed. “But throw in a muffin too.”

“Deal.” Robyn fixed her t-shirt and went to move but Taron stopped her and she rose an eyebrow at him. “You ok?”

He scratched the back of his neck and looked at her through his eyelashes “Not too fast?”

“Too fast?” She repeated. Taron gave her a shy smile and a nod. “Ohhh!” Robyn knew her face blushed again but she shook her head. “Nope. It was the most fun I have ever had while waiting for muffins to bake.”

His laugh was light but the knock came on the door again and his face frowned. “This better be the best bath I have ever had cariad.” He kissed her lips quickly and then lifted her from the kitchen island, making sure he properly fixed her top once he had placed her on the tiles. “To be resumed, once again.”

Taron took off his apron and after he left it on the island, hand in hand, they walked towards the front door, breaking apart as Robyn unlocked the door and opened it to find her mother and father on her door step.

“Robyn! I was just about to get my key out.”

“Sorry mam.” She stepped back to let her parents in. “I have a visitor.

“Oh yeah? Claire still here?”

“Hey Lizzie, John.” Taron gave them a little wave and a smile as he stepped around the door and over towards Robyn.

“Taron!”

The unexpected visitor caused a little excitement and Robyn watched with interest as her mam greeted Taron with a hug and hello but as her dad was shaking Taron’s hand, she noticed that her mam would not meet her eye once she knew Taron was in her home. As Taron and John had a quick chat, her mother was still not looking at her and Robyn continued to stare her way when it clicked suddenly why her mam was acting strange. “Oh my God. You know!”

Lizzie looked to her daughter with a hugely guilty face. “Robyn…”

“How on earth do you know!”

“Robyn?” Taron called her name and took the few steps to come and stand beside her.

“They know about me and you.” She saw the confusion in Taron’s face that she was feeling. She gave her mam a very gently prod. “Explain please.”

“Robyn…”

“Mam don’t even try to deny it. I can see it on your face that you know so you may as well just tell me how you know.”

Lizzie looked to Taron, her husband and then her daughter and knew she had to come clean. “John and I came over last night just before nine to check up on you as we knew you had your friends coming over during the day and when we got here, we heard music. Looking in the window, we saw you and Taron dancing with each other.”

“We have danced together before.” Robyn replied.

“There is dancing and then there is dancing Robyn.” Lizzie laughed. “You were both lost in each other, in the dance and holding each other so tightly. I just knew.”

“Ugh for goodness sake.” Robyn threw her hands up to the sky. “So much for our bubble.”

Taron lightly laughed and wrapped his left arm around her shoulders. “Parents have a sixth sense Robyn.”

Lizzie turned to look at them and her face was filled with joy. “We didn’t want to interrupt you last night so walked away and headed back home. I knew you were in very safe hands with Taron and you didn’t need me coming to check up on you.”

“Lizzie, Robyn asked for a proper explanation.” John gave his wife a light nudge. “You forgot to mention how you went looking for the key under the flower pot to come inside to talk to Robyn and Taron last night but it wasn’t there and I had to convince you very hard when we got home not to get your key to come back.”

“John!” Lizzie’s face reddened, in a very similar way to how Robyn’s did when she was embarrassed. “No that wasn’t the case at all.”

“‘I just want to know!’, I believe were your exact words last night when I told you it could wait until today.” Robyn grinned at her father who gave her a wink. “And look we managed to wait, didn’t we and you still couldn’t pretend you knew nothing.”

“Well John, I… I…”

“Oh mam!” Robyn laughed at her mother and pulled her in for a hug. “Welcome to my bubble.” She took her hands away from her mam and reached for Taron’s hand. “My bubble with Taron.”

“Robyn!” Lizzie looked at Taron and then to her daughter. “Really?”

“Really.” Taron confirmed.

With a little shout of happiness, Lizzie took both Robyn and Taron in for a hug together. “Oh I am so thrilled for you both!” She gave them both a kiss on their cheeks and then let them go. “This is going to be something so special for the two of you.” She placed her hand on Taron’s cheek and smiled at him. “So thrilled.” She repeated.

“Thank you Lizzie.” Taron smiled under her hands. “While I can’t speak for Robyn and I would never ever try, I know I am thrilled too.”

Robyn gave his side a little poke with her right hand. “I am happy too.” Looking to her mam she than crossed her arms. “So you were doing a little sneaking last night yeah?”

“When and why did you move the key?” Lizzie asked her daughter ignoring her question.

“I didn’t move it.” Robyn shrugged. “Taron did. He put it in the fridge.”

“Wait, what?”

Taron looked to Robyn and could see the cheeky smile on her face. “Yeah sorry about that.” He looked to her mother. “Erm, we just wanted a good nights sleep and not be interrupted so I took the key in.”

“And put it in the fridge?” Lizzie questioned raising her eyebrow in the very same way Robyn rose hers.

Taron started to stutter. “Well… I… We… I mean…”

“He was just messing, mam. It was in there about thirty seconds when I took it out. It’s on the counter. We just wanted a decent nights sleep. It has been an eventful day or two.”

“Robyn what are you baking?” Her father asked, stopping his wife from asking another question. He had walked around towards the oven and took a peek inside, the smell of chocolate filtering into the air.

“Muffins. Chocolate ones.”

“Hmm my favourite. Are they your favourite too Taron?” John asked him over the breakfast bar.

“Cookies.” Taron answered with a shrug. “Cookies are my favourite.”

“Good choice but Robyn knows her dad’s favourite are chocolate muffins. Love, these look nearly done. They got long left?”

Robyn glanced to Taron with a little smile. “I’d say about two maybe three minutes.”

“Perfect. Lizzie, tea?”

“Love a cup John.”

“Tell you what Lizzie,” Taron discreetly slipped his hand into Robyn’s and gave it a squeeze. “Why don’t you and Robyn go and sit down on the couch and I will go and help John with the tea and the muffins. I am a baker now.” He smiled at Lizzie. “We can bring over the drinks and muffins to you.” He gave Lizzie a bigger grin. “I am sure you have lots of questions and having already been through this last night with Robyn’s friends, I am excellent at pretending I am not listening in.” He dropped Robyn’s hand and gave her a temple a soft but lingering kiss. “Just call out if you need a rescue cariad.”

Taron strolled into the kitchen, standing next to Robyn’s dad, looked over his shoulder at Robyn giving her a wink, Robyn feeling the blush deeply sinking into her cheeks.

“Let’s go Robyn. I do have lots of questions.” Lizzie linked her arm with her daughter and walked her to the couch, both sitting down and getting comfortable.

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tc-love · 2 years

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Your posts about your tc makes me feel so much less alone <333 I was wondering if you have any tips or methods on how you got closer to him?

Thanks girl 😳 cuz we really just out here pining for these grown ass teachers lmao I’m glad I’m not alone

Honestly tho I don’t have a lot of useful or safe tips to get closer. I don’t even really know how I got here?

I guess maybe just pay a lot of attention to them when they open up about things they care about or have experienced, and connect those into some comments, questions, or conversations with them. Don’t be afraid to talk to them! Unless they’re the antisocial type of teacher, idk! I’m not good at advice, but generally I get all fuzzy-happy-butterflies when I finally tap into parts of my tc as a person. Their favorite things, their hobbies, their passions, their past, etc.

The best way to get those happy-fuzzies from conversation is to ask more about them when it’s relevant and appropriate.

If you guys are reasonably close already, talk to them about things that have happened to you lately. (Try to keep it positive and light generally, or it can get awkward.)

Personally I email my tc out of the blue A LOT over things he probably doesn’t care about, but simple things that could start a conversation. I talked about receiving a free vase of flowers, new movies I’ve taken interest in (movies that are kind of in his interest-zone that I thought he’d talk more about), the weather, baking, and other random things. Also, making little gifts or cards for holidays can do you some good ;)

You never know what might send them off talking so freely they don’t realize how much time they’ve spent with you. (I did that for 30 minutes once!) and if you can get them excited about talking to you they’ll probably want to be closer to you and take more interest in things you have to say. I don’t know, but if you do it consistently without pushing boundaries you’ll at least make it past the blurry face of a usual student they might forget in a few years.

#good luck!

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 14 days

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Hello, hi!! I saw your match ups were open, which is really cool!! I was hoping for a maze runner match up?

You can call me Mylo or Comet and I’m transmasc, my pronouns are they/he! I’m 16, ~5’10, and I have long (I want to cut it!!) brown sorta curly hair! I’m bi but have a preference for masculine presenting people!

Some things about me are that I really want to dye my hair different colors, probably purple as the first color but the only colors I don’t want are yellow blond or orange! I really really love art, all kinds but I’m best at digital, pencil, water color, and sometimes animating. Funny enough I do kinda suck at painting (I’m working to get better)! I really love my family and I have 3 brothers, two younger and one older! I have a really big age gap with my younger brothers so I take care of them a lot, and I’m kinda good with kids because of it. I love my mom so much and I’m really close with her! I love listening to music, I write poetry sometimes, I suck at sports so much, I make jewelry for my friends and me, I love swimming and tubing and being around boats and docks, I really annoy connecting with people and having meaningful deep conversations, I used to love reading so I’m trying to get back into that, I enjoy baking too and sometimes going on hikes.

When I first meet someone I can be a little shy or reserved but I come out of my shell quickly if I’m comfortable. I care really deeply about my friends and I think they would describe me as someone who always tries to help out or doesn’t know how to relax sometimes, I can be pretty stubborn, I have anger issues but I’m working on them and I’ve never dealt with them full force at anyone, I’m protective of the people I care about but if they don’t need me I trust them to take care of themselves. I can get excited really easily and I’m positive when around other people, but if I get stuck in my head when I’m alone I can get into a pretty bad headspace. I always try to make people laugh and let them know I care about them (usually I don’t say anything out loud) by spending time with them, or getting them something.

Some random silly fun facts

I verbally stim so sometimes I’ll just repeat what someone says or something that gets stuck in my head

I’ve broken 2 bones. My arm when I was about 9 and a couple years later my pinkie. I’ve also broken my nose by running full speed into a pole (long and embarrassing story)

I was really clumsy as a kid and still kinda are as per my last fun fact

I love sweaters and I get cold super easily

I have a lot of moles and I have a couple on one part of my arm that looks like a constellation

I have this joke with flamingos that my friends and family know about so I have a ton of flamingo stuff lol

I love stuffed animals and blankets

I really enjoy writing and English class

I HATE being bored

I wear glasses and a high prescription I am very blind

And yeahhhh that’s uh a lot of stuff about me :) I hope that was enough and I wish you a lovely lovely day!!

hey, so sorry, i completely forgot about this for so long! i never got around to finishing it and i won't either, i think, but i do hope you can enjoy the first third of what was supposed to be a full love story

I ship you with...

Newt!!!

When you come up the box, there's already many other boys living their life as best as they can in the glade. You don't have to go through any of what Minho or Newt went through, you just have to deal with the fact that all you can remember about yourself is your name and that you'll be stuck for an undefined amount of time in this hellhole of a place, which, you know, is already bad enough. So you're understandably freaked out for the first few days and even quieter than you usually are. Out of all the boys, Newt is the one who helps you out of that state of mind the most.

You spend most of day one to three in the Med Jack's hut because you hit your head pretty badly in the box, but Newt shows you around and explains everything, slowly and delibaretly, and he even makes you smile once or twice. It's where your friendship begins.

You start helping out Frypan in the kitchen on your fourth day there because Alby thinks working will help you manage your situation better. And truly, you do a good job. You find out you enjoy baking, then you find out you're actually really good at it too, and from then on Frypan puts you on bread duty. You help him chop and cube and stir as well, of course, but mostly Frypan lets you bake to your heart's content.

Newt visits you from time to time. He comes in with a smile and waits for you to dust off your hands and nods at Frypan to let you go for five minutes, to check on you and how you're handling your new home. It's a lot to take in, after all. But you're getting better, you're doing better with Frypan around and the work you're doing, with all the people you're getting to know and the distractions.

Maybe a week and a half in, you're starting to settle. It's all beginning to come together as a routine. But then you drop your knife, try to pick it up and slice across your hand and somehow, your temper gets the better of you. Frypan can't calm you down and before he can go and get Alby (who he's not that sure could calm you down either), Newt appears in the doorway and rushes to your side and from then on, whenever you're struggling with your anger, he's the one you go to.

He keeps visiting you regularly (even when he shouldn't) and after a while, he starts bringing you flowers.

just imagine a happy ever after! 😂😂

#match ups

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sarah-aliterarylife · 1 year

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An Abundance of Katherines by John Green

Breaking up is hard to do, or so the song goes. I’ve never been very good at letting go of things that no longer make me happy, or things that never made me happy in the first place. I remained in a job that did immense damage to my mental health for 8 years, when I really should have left after 5. I stayed with a man I did not love for over 3 years. I have restricted my diet, and exercised to the point that I injured myself, because I thought that being slimmer would make me happy. As humans, we’re conditioned to stick things out, keep trying, persevere, even if that serves no other purpose than to make us unhappy. The same applies to the books in my life. The amount of times I’ve started a book and found it dull, uninspiring, or just downright awful, but couldn’t bring myself to put it down and read something else instead, amazes me. Why do we do this to ourselves? Are we so afraid of failure, or the sense of disappointment that comes with accepting that something just isn’t for us? Perhaps I commit to things too easily.

Once I’m in, I’m in, and I find it very difficult to remove myself emotionally. No matter how bad a book is or how little I connect to the narrative, a part of me has to see it through to the end. Perhaps I’m subconsciously hoping that it will get better, or that the ending will blow me away. An Abundance of Katherines by John Green is one such example of this. I am aware that the concept of a “bad” book is a very subjective one, and that John Green has millions of fans around the world who probably think that An Abundance of Katherines is a masterpiece. That’s ok, but I am not one of them. I thought it was dreadful. I chose An Abundance of Katherines because I had enjoyed two of John Green’s other novels, The Fault In Our Stars and Paper Towns (more on those in future instalments). It’s a novel that is aimed at a young adult audience. Yes, I hear you ask, why is a woman who is most certainly not a young adult reading books meant for teenagers? What did she expect? The truth is that there are some marvellous young adult novels whose reach extends far beyond their target audience. I think I hoped that this book would be the same. The novel tells the story of a teenage prodigy called Colin Singleton, whom you could say has a “type”. His “type” in this instance is girls named Katherine. Colin has dated 19 of them, to be exact. And every time he dates a girl called Katherine, she breaks up with him. Over 297 pages, Colin and his Judge-Judy loving best friend Hassan take a road trip (minus any Katherines) and attempt to solve The Theorem of Underlying Katherine Predictability – Colin’s words, not mine. They also try to avoid a bloodthirsty feral hog, and avenge everyone who has ever been dumped. Some hijinks involving a dead Austrian archduke and a moral about reinventing oneself ensue. Reviews of An Abundance of Katherines were largely positive. The Guardian describes it as “brilliant, quirky and fantastically nerdy”. I do not agree with this. Don’t get me wrong, I love a quirky narrative and fun characters who are somewhat left of centre, like Colin and his friend Hassan. But I found Colin to be a whiny, irritating sap. As a main character and a leading man, he is awful. No self respecting teenage girl (let alone 19 of them!) would ever date him. The constant use of anagrams drove me mad. The made-up words (fug? Jewfro?) got on my nerves. The Katherines themselves were unlikeable.

Most importantly, huge swaths of the novel were incredibly boring. I kept waiting for an interesting plot twist, or for one of the characters to do something unexpected, but nothing happened. The narrative proceeded exactly as I suspected it would. It was dreadfully dull in parts. I found it so mind-numbingly dull that I actually found excuses not to read it – I did our laundry, I cleared out the wardrobes, I baked a cake, I even went walking on Cannock Chase alone (!) as I was so desperate to have something else to do. I also wasn’t certain as a reader who the book was aimed at. The book contains many obscure references and footnotes that I suspected a young adult audience would not understand. If I had read it when I was a teenager, I don’t think I would have understood half of those references. Perhaps John Green is aware that, due to the success of his other novels, his audience has widened to include adults as well? And yet, I stuck with An Abundance of Katherines all the way to the end. Why did I do this? Perhaps I identified with Colin. I have been told in the past that I too have a “type” - the difference between me and Colin being that I haven’t dated 19 of them! The simplest and most likely answer is, I hate not to finish a book. I enjoy the sense of achievement that comes with completing a novel and starting afresh with a new one, like a new chapter in my life. For me not to finish a book, it must be truly terrible or (and this is very important) it must have the ability to send me to sleep on more than one occasion. Admittedly I came pretty close with An Abundance of Katherines, but it was summertime, the nights were long, the weather was warm, and it was only 297 pages long. I think a part of me must have thought, what the hell? Let’s finish it and move onto something else. Quickly. I have the greatest respect for John Green as a young adult novelist. I thoroughly enjoyed my previous forays into his work, and the fact that he has played such a key role in getting young adults interested in reading, and covers sensitive subjects such as mental health and terminal cancer so effectively, is to be celebrated. But this book really wasn’t my cup of tea. Perhaps next time I will share with you a list of the books I couldn’t finish! (It will be quite short)

#book blogs #books and literature #bad books #literature

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styledeficit · 2 years

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15 August - 20 August weeknotes

Got jealous of other weeknoters noting the week they’re on. Reader, I am on week 35. It’s true then, that habit is better than inspiration. Sorry about that.

Monday 15 August Sunrise 5.45am

Drive to the top of the road and signal right. There’s T in his van about to pick up the weekend’s trash from the park. He’s easy to spot, but does he know it’s me? I don’t even think he knows I can drive. He pauses, when we’re level I turn my head. He waves through the open windows, massive smile. Makes my morning.

In town it’s hot on a Heatherwick bus. Part of me hopes Heatherwick is forced to travel on his own too-hot buses, jammed uncomfortably knee to knee with other passengers for eternity. The other part of me is a decent human being and wouldn’t wish it on anyone, eternity or otherwise.

70% promise of rain. Terms and conditions apply. Yes it was only a light shower but we were 70% sure of it. Sorry if you feel you were disappointed.

Nice to be back at band. Whoever wrote the piece in 6 sharps must hate life.

Tuesday 16 August

From the top of the bus I see a bare chested man, headphones on, cycling through the lights at Bishopsgate. He can’t hear anything useful of course, so his spatial awareness is shot. He narrowly misses another cyclist, then tries to style it out as he stops his own bike from falling.

Further on, looking over the top of the wooden hoarding, I see what could be the base of a forgotten building yet to be built. Hard concrete, split through neglect and the weather. Buddleias are growing through the cracks. I swear after the apocalypse there’ll be cockroaches, yes, but also buddleias.

I see friends in the evening. I’ve really missed them.

Wednesday 17 August

The walk through the woods and the fields is so good I could hug every tree. It’s damp. It must’ve rained more than I thought last night and the air is cool.

Quick blackberry reccy. Reach up high and pick a few for breakfast: some sweet, some sharp, some tasting strongly of nostalgia.

Later it rains, finally. Heavy rain. Position every plant to best effect and watch as the leaves take a pounding.

Flash floods closer into town.

Thursday 18 August

Blackberry picking before work like smug, middle-aged south Londoner. I know. Hard to imagine, right? It me.

Friday 19 August

Back on the gym bullshit.

On the cross trainer, headphones on, violently mouthing along to Clutch. Slight concern that anyone lipreading may think that I think psychic warfare is real. I do not.

Later, while discovering how weak my shoulders are, I overhear someone talking to their PT. “Imagine being a 24 year old and still being insecure”. Wow. I simply cannot*

*I can.

Make a blackberry and nectarine crumble. J has hated every crumble I’ve ever made. So I try and nail it this time. Follow a 3 step recipe by Raymond Blanc.

cook crumble on its own

cook fruit

assemble fruit + crumble and reheat in the oven

Result? Success. Finally.

Saturday 20 August

Pulling weeds, baking bread, washing clothes, posting this. All at the same time. It’s not a great idea.

We ate two lots of garden tomatoes this week. They were great. There’s more to come.

The zinnias I grew from seed are looking so cheerful that I think I’ll grow them again next year. I’m trying desperately to keep everything else alive.

Grey water for the win.

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petitelepus · 2 years

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Hi! If TWST matchups are still open I’d love one!

(If not please ignore this)

I’m nonbinary and genderfluid, using they/she pronouns! I’m also panromantic demisexual :)

A positive about me is that I always try my best. I put 100% of effort in everything I do, and I don’t cut corners. I like giving advice and supporting my friends in the best ways that I can. I only ever use a logical lens to offer advice, and in that way my tips may be a bit unsavory sometimes. I’m really creative, and I absolutely love learning and trying new things.

A negative about me is that I’m very self critical about myself, which may come from the whole ‘giving my best in everything’ thing. I strive for perfection and honestly, it really bothers me when I can’t be what I consider to be perfect.

I’m a professional flautist and an educator, and I’m looking to go to grad school in ethnomusicology.

My hobbies are painting, making music, makeup and fashion, photography, trying new things, cooking and baking, writing (a bit) and some video games.

I would say my personality is an honest one; I don’t shy away from my words (maybe even to a fault.) I also definitely keep a lot of things to myself. I’ve been told I’m funny, but I notice I don’t try to crack jokes around strangers. With people I’m closer to, however, I enjoy laughing a lot with them over silly things or getting into silly debates with them.

I’m really drawn to people who match my energy; I pair well with someone who’s always constantly trying to learn and better themselves. On the opposite side, however, I dislike it when people clearly don’t put their best effort in, especially when they complain about it. If their best efforts still produce poor results, I take joy in helping them out, judgement free. (I think that’s the educator side of me.)

I try and practice confidence, but I’m still a little insecure about myself, and my body. I’ll avoid a physical description for now because I truly don’t know what to say that’s not either self detrimental, or sounds too much like gloating, in a way :/ It’s something I’m still working on.

Anyway, thank you for your time, and I really enjoy your writing and your blog, even though I just stumbled upon it recently :)

I match you with Deuce Spade!

You and Deuce have a lot in common and that is why he fell for you. You thrive for perfection, just like he thrives to become an honor student that his mother would be proud of, and he honestly thinks that the two of you could perhaps work together to achieve your goals.

Deuce admires your way of thinking. You're obviously a kind person and you always offer to help him so it's only natural he offers to assist you in any way you may need help. Your advice can be brutally honest, but that doesn't bother him. He appreciated your opinion and understands that you mean well.

He can understand your criticality toward yourself and it pains him to see you feeling like you didn't give it everything you got. Deuce always offers to take a look at what you've done and he honestly rarely sees anything that would need fixing. He honestly thinks that you can do no wrong, but if you still feel like you didn't do your best, he offers to help you out.

Deuce loves your playing, he absolutely worships you and openly admires how you can play such a hard instrument! He may mention now and then about your talent to his friends and how you have perfected it, thanks to your perfectionism.

Your creativity really shows when you compose your own original songs with your instrument. Deuce has asked for your help in the kitchen couple of times, for he isn't that good cook or baker and he always mentions how you have helped him. He always makes sure to give you the credit you deserve and never leaves you out.

Deuce learns a lot of new things when you introduce your hobbies to him so he only feels fair that he takes you on a ride with his Magical Wheel. The ride is fast and maybe a little scary, but Deuce makes sure never to set you in any danger.

He admires and appreciates your honesty and he has offered to be there if you want to open up about those things you can't bring yourself to share with others.

Deuce is happy and honored if you consider him close enough to share your jokes and beautiful laughter with. He loves your laugh, it's so honest and sweet and he is willing to do anything to make you laugh. Even if it meant making himself a little silly before you.

Deuce feels like you and he are like two peas in a pod. You both want to learn and become better people. He understands your dislike towards those who don't put any effort into their projects and he honestly feels the same.

Deuce may need your help with some things, but you are happy to help him and that makes him so happy that you don't think less for him if he doesn't nail something the first time.

The young man is madly in love with you and while he may not understand why you feel bad about yourself or your body, he sees perfection. You are you and you don't need to change to match other people's expectations. Deuce loves you as you are and he hopes you can return his feelings.

#twisted wonderland matchup #matchup #twisted wonderland #twst #deuce spade #anon #Enjoy!

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5-seconds-of-bucky · 3 years

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The Dock

A/N: So I’m writing for Bucky now...☺️ I wrote this for @wkemeup’s 9k writing challenge but also not? I’ve had the idea in my head for a while now so I thought I’d participate! I included the prompt, but it’s not so much the plot of the story so much as just part of it. Anyways, happy reading!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger!Reader

Summary: After a long time of mutual pinning, a night on the dock helps you and Bucky finally confess your feelings for each other

Word count: 4.5k+

Warnings: Swearing, reader gets catcalled, violence, excessive usage of the middle finger

Prompt: Character A is the target of harassment on the street. Shamed, they pretend it doesn’t bother them. Until it happens in the presence of Character B, who reigns hell on whoever dared to upset [A]

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You awoke to your head bobbing on the car window and the sound of crunching gravel as the car pulled into the driveway of Tony’s lake house. Your neck ached from leaning over in a strange position for so long and you groaned as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

Bucky grinned from the seat beside you. “Sleep well?” he asked, nudging your calf with his foot. “You got a little drool there.”

“Oh, shut up.” You stuck your middle finger up in his direction. “I slept very well, actually. Thank you for asking.”

“I can tell.” You lifted up your other hand to flip him off again, causing him to chuckle. “Ooh, two middle fingers. I’m really scared now.”

The two of you were too busy teasing each other to realize that the car had stopped and Sam and Natasha had already gotten out of it. A knock on the window your head was resting on made you turn around, seeing Sam’s face a little too close for your liking.

“Are you two gonna stop flirting and help us with the bags or should I let you bake in the car?” he asked. With a roll of your eyes, you opened the car door, making sure to bump Sam in the process. Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks, glad that you weren’t looking over towards him to see it. “I’m taking this silence to mean that you do want to roast in the car.”

“Sam, would you shut up?” you laughed, casually sticking a middle finger up behind your back as you walked past him to the trunk.

“You and these middle fingers today,” Sam muttered.

“I have another one if you’d like to see it.” You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder.

“I’m good.” He picked up his bag from the ground before heading towards the house, which the rest of the team was already situated in. You went to grab your suitcase but Bucky swatted your hand away, grabbing it himself and closing the trunk.

“I got it,” he insisted like the true gentleman he was. As much as you wanted to argue, you knew it wouldn’t get you anywhere.

“Why thank you, good sir.” You bumped his shoulder with your own and walked ahead, jumping up the three steps to the porch and opening the door.

“All in a day’s work.” He lifted the suitcases up the steps with ease and slipped past you to get inside. The feeling of air conditioning inside the cabin was a major relief from the heat outside.

“Glad to see the lovebirds finally showed up,” Tony said once you and Bucky were completely inside the cabin.

“You better watch out, Tony. Y/N’s got middle fingers for days over there.”

“Shut up, Sam!”

A chorus of laughter rang out throughout the cabin and you made sure to shoulder check Sam as you passed him to get to the kitchen.

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“Okay, I have the perfect plan to get you and Barnes together this weekend,’ Natasha said as she pulled out clothes from her suitcase. You two were sharing a room for the week and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or not. You loved Nat to death but lately she had been trying especially hard to get you to make a move on Bucky and it was only slightly annoying.

“The perfect plan, huh? Even more perfect than the last perfect plan?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I forgot to account for the fact you both have a tendency to wake up at ungodly hours in the morning last time. I promise it’s foolproof this time.”

“Well then, let’s hear it.”

“Alright. Before you got in here--you know, when you were busy flirting with Bucky.” She winked, to which you rolled your eyes. “Well Tony was talking about taking the boat out and going tubing. So what we have to do is get you and Bucky to go on the tube together. Tony’s a crazy driver so you’ll get thrown off pretty fast. Bucky will get so worried he’ll just have to confess his love to you.”

“Two issues.” You pointed a finger at her. “One, how am I going to get Bucky on a tube? It will be hard enough to get him on the boat alone. Two,” You held up another finger. “why would he confess his love at that very moment? That’s insane.”

“One,” She grabbed one of your fingers and put it down. “he’s whipped for you. I guarantee that if you ask, he’ll do it without a second thought.”

“Sure he would,” you scoffed.

“Uh, I know he would.” She gave you a knowing smirk. “Two, he gets worried about you all the time and I’ve seen him get close to confessing every time. We just gotta push him over the edge.”

“Bucky getting protective is just him being my best friend. He used to be just like that with Steve too.” You put your arm down, shuffling over to your own bed to take some clothes out of the blue suitcase on top of it.

“No, it’s definitely more than best friend love.” She moved to sit down on your bed.

“Either way, it usually ends in some kind of fight and I’d like to avoid that this weekend.”

“Who’s he gonna fight? Tony?”

“I mean, you never know.” It wouldn’t be the first time.

“I can’t wait to get back and shove these things in my mouth,” you said with a grin as you exited the bakery behind Bucky, a bag of donut holes in your hand.

“Gee, really? It’s almost like you haven’t been talking about it for the past three days,” Bucky chuckled, reaching for the bag.

You pulled the bag away from him with a fake scoff. “Oh, I don’t think so, mister. We have to wait until we get back. The anticipation makes them taste better.”

“You’re insufferable.” He elbowed your side and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Damn, you looking fine over there, mama!”

You took in a sharp breath. It wasn’t all that uncommon for you to get cat called while out and about. You were in New York City, for fucks sake. That didn’t mean that it made you feel any less uncomfortable, though.

As much as it stung, you didn’t want to start anything. You stared straight ahead and prayed Bucky didn’t hear it. Much to your dismay though, he stiffened next to you, subtly glancing back to see who was talking to you in such a vulgar way. Damn that supersoldier enhanced hearing.

“Hey, sweetcheeks!” You felt a tug on your shoulder. “Didn’t you hear me?”

You huffed, shaking the harsh grip off your shoulder and picking up the pace. You expected Bucky to keep going with you so you continued walking, frowning when you noticed he wasn’t beside you anymore.

“Listen here, you little shit,” Bucky seethed, stepping in front of the man and blocking you from his sight. “She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you. Leave her, and every other woman you ever lay your beady little eyes on, alone.”

“And what’re you gonna do about it?” the man smirked. “She need her boyfriend to defend her?”

Bucky stepped closer, crossing his arms and giving the famous ‘Bucky stare.’ “Doesn’t matter who I am. You better back the fuck away before I make you life hell.”

A few onlookers started lingering around, some with their phones out and recording the scene, almost as if they wanted to see a fight break out between the two men. ‘Winter Soldier vs Everyday Pedestrian was sure to be trending somewhere soon enough.

“Buck,” you said quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and ignoring the obvious stares you were receiving, most notably from the man whose face Bucky was ready to punch in. “Let’s just go.”

You could see the gears turning in his head, trying to decide if he should let it go or punch the living daylights out of the guy. He let out a soft sigh after a moment, relaxing into your grip. With one last look at the man, he turned around and placed his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you forward.

“Aye, it’s all good. I’m sure I’ll see that tight ass ‘round here soon anyways.”

That was the last straw for Bucky. He growled with a ferocity you hadn’t heard before and whipped around, not even hesitating to use his metal arm to punch the guy. The crowd gasped, more bringing their phones out to capture what was sure to be a great fight.

“What the fuck was-” Bucky grabbed him by his collar, pushing him up again the exposed brick of a restaurant.

“There’s plenty more where that came from and, judging by the way you’re looking at me, I bet you don’t want to see it. So do the rest of humanity a favor and fuck off.” He let go of the man’s collar and stepped back, unclenching his fist and pivoting back towards you. “Come on, doll.”

You shook the shock off your face and fell into step next to him. His arm warped around you, pulling you into his side. You could feel the fumes radiating off of him as you walked back to the tower, choosing to stay quiet as you let him cool off.

You paused once you reached the entrance of the tower. Tony probably already knew about what happened and he sure wasn’t going to be happy about it. Bucky’s media presence hadn’t necessarily been bad lately, but it wasn’t perfect either. The public was still wary. To many, the Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier were still the same person.

Things definitely felt off when you entered. You got the side eye from a few people in the elevator and you weren’t sure if it was because of the fight fiasco or because of how tightly Bucky was holding you to his side.

“Want to eat these in my room?” you asked once you stepped off the elevator.

“Sounds good.” His voice was distant as his eyes searched the room.

“Mr. Barnes,” FRIDAY’s voice startled the two of you, making you drop the donut holes. “Mr. Stark has requested to see you in his office.”

Bucky sighed. “I’ll be there in a few.” He picked up the bag and handed it back to you. “Apparently, I have business to attend to.”

You simply nodded. He went in the other direction towards Tony’s office pausing at the door before knocking. You sent him a thumbs up before he went in, but he didn’t look back at you to see it. You retreated to your room, placing your wallet on the dresser and popping a donut hole in your mouth.

“Maybe I should get a plate,” you wondered aloud. You needed to grab your water bottle anyways. Might as well make the trip. You put the donut holes on your bed and started making your way to the kitchen.

“She’s perfectly capable of handling herself, you know.” You couldn’t help but stop as you heard Tony’s voice through the door of his office.

“But she shouldn’t have to.” Bucky sounded stressed and you could only imagine the hell Tony was reigning on him. “Her ignoring him wasn’t going to do anything. I didn’t want to beat the guy up but he was harassing her and it needed to stop.”

“And this doesn’t have anything to do with any particular feelings you have for her, right?” The sarcasm was heavy in his voice.

“Tony-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Barnes. You know how the public sees you. I don’t know how we’re going to fix this.”

“That guy harassed her! I couldn’t stand there and just let it happen!” God, you wanted to give him a hug so bad right now.

“I don’t care what it was, Bucky. Having heart eyes for Y/N doesn’t mean-” You took that as your cue to leave. You grabbed a plate and two water bottles from the kitchen and made sure to take the long way around to your room in order to avoid whatever was going on between the two of them.

Bucky showed up a half hour later, plopping down next to you on your bed with a little more space than usual.

“I’m just saying, it could work.” Nat got off your bed. “The cookout’s starting soon. Put on something cute.” She was gone before you could respond, leaving you to look for an outfit that would, as Nat liked to say, “knock Bucky off his ass.”

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“Ooh, Y/N, looking to impress someone?” Sam called out as you walked out into the backyard. It seemed that most everyone else was already out there, helping make dinner or sitting on the dock.

You stuck up your middle finger in reply, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.

“Oh stop it, Sam,” Wanda said as she walked towards you. “You look amazing!”

“Aww, thank you! You look absolutely stunning yourself.” Wanda reached out her hand and nodded towards the dock, urging you to come with her and join the group. You grabbed it and let her drag you down there, giving a small wave to Bucky as you passed him near the grill.

Bucky waved back, a grin spanning the expanse of his face at the sight of you. He kept his gaze on you as you made your way down to the dock, not even realizing just how intently he was staring.

“Someone’s staring at you,” Nat said with a suggestive smirk once you were close enough to the dock.

“He has a starting problem. We all know that,” you argued, sitting down across from her.

“I don’t know. He looks like he wants nothing more than to-”

“Nat, I love you, but please shut up.” She raised her hands up in the defense and Wanda giggled.

“I’m just saying.”

“You okay over there?” Steve shifted his focus from the burgers to his 100-year-old friend for a second, of course noticing the sudden silence that ensued the second you entered Bucky’s line of vision. “Buck?”

“Huh?” Bucky’s head turned sharply in Steve’s direction.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” A shy smile.

“Are you going to ask her out soon?” He flipped some burgers over and pulled the lid of the grill closed.

“I’m getting to it, yeesh,” Bucky chuckled.

“That’s what you’ve been saying since forever.”

“And it’s what I’ll keep saying every time you pester me about it.”

“Well if you don’t make a move soon, maybe I’ll swoop in-”

“Nope! You will not do that.” He nudged Steve in the shoulder and started making his way to the dock. “You absolutely will not do that.”

Soon. He was going to do it soon.

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“Who’s next?” Tony called from the driver’s seat of the boat. You handed Sam a towel as he got back on the boat, drenched from flying off the tube a second earlier.

“You should go with Bucky.” Wanda nudged you with a teasing smile. You glanced over to the man in question, seeing him sitting next to Steve. He wore a t-shirt and swim shorts with a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, and he looked damn good.

“I’ll go,” you announced, standing up and taking your t-shirt off, leaving you in your favorite swimsuit and a pair of shorts. You handed Wanda the shirt so it wouldn’t get wet. “Anyone wanna go with me?” Wanda jabbed your leg and gave you a playful glare.

“Go with her,” Steve muttered to Bucky, bumping his shoulder with his own.

“I don’t know, Steve.” Bucky sighed. Steve rolled his eyes, knowing that his best friend just needed a little push.

“Bucky will go with you,” Steve said a bit louder than necessary. Bucky groaned quietly at his friend, taking off his sunglasses and putting them in his seat. He made sure to give Steve a certain look before making his way towards the back of the boat. You both grabbed your life jackets and started securing them as Sam moved out of your way.

“Cyborg!” Tony called out. “You going to take your shirt off?”

You felt Nat snort as she helped you off of the back of the boat and onto the tube. “Yeah, Bucky. Why don’t you show off your muscles for your girlfriend here.”

“Nat!” You paused for a second to look back at her with fake betrayal.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” He snapped the last clasp on the life vest and checked to make sure you were all the way on the tube so he could start getting on.

“Oh, come on, Buckaroo!” Sam laughed. He started a chant of “take it off” with the rest of the team (even you, though you’d never admit it).

“Fine,” Bucky grumbled, hastily taking off the life jacket and shirt. He threw the shirt to the middle of the boat and resecured the lifevest, ignoring Nat’s hand offered out for help as he climbed on the tube. His famous Bucky glare melted off his face the second he saw your bright smile and he found himself smiling too.

“I don’t know how well this is going to go but it’s gonna be fun,” you said as he grabbed onto the handles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Tony’s a crazy driver and we’ve never been able to get you on a tube before. I’m betting you’ll fly off in the first three minutes.”

The tube jerked forwards before Bucky could say anything else. You started picking up speed quickly and soon enough, Bucky was holding the handles with a death grip. You ended up being right and about two minutes in, you hit a wave that threw him off.

“Are you okay?” you asked in between laughs as he struggled to get back on.

“Yeah,” he muttered, a hint of annoyance on his face. You threw a thumbs up to Tony, who nodded and started moving again. “It’s like he’s trying to throw us off.”

“Well half the fun is falling off.”

“You people have strange ways of entertaining yourselves on Sunday afternoons.”

“What would you suggest we rather do then?”

“I don’t know. Something that doesn’t involve giving myself whiplash for ‘fun.’”

“You’re such an old man.” You let go of a handle to smack his arm. Of course, at that exact moment, you hit a wave strong enough to throw both of you off. You shrieked as you flew off of the tube before smacking the water. Whether it was the lack of paying attention or a scheme by Nat and Steve, the boat kept going, leaving the two of you floating in the middle of the lake by yourselves.

“Where are they going?” You furrowed your eyebrows, though a grin was still evident on your face.

“Are you okay?” Bucky ignored your question as he swam over to you, worriedly grabbing your face and checking for injury.

“Buck, I’m fine,” you said, though you didn’t do anything to stop his injury check. He sighed and looked towards the direction the boat went. It seemed that they were already long gone.

“That shriek had me worried there for a second, doll.” His hands dropped from your cheeks and you found yourself missing his touch.

“No need to worry. I’m all good over here.”

“Good.”

A lull of conversation fell over the two of you as you treaded water. You slowly moved closer, noses almost touching when Bucky glanced down to your lips. You nodded. I want this too.

His lips brushed over yours: eyes closed and hands dipping under the water to grab your waist.

“There you are!” you heard Sam’s voice shout. You quickly separated, looking awkwardly down at the water as you tried to focus on anything but each other. “Thought we lost you. Didn’t interrupt anything, I hope.” He smirked at Bucky.

This time, it was Bucky flipping him off.

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You tried to be quiet as possible as you tiptoed through the hallway, hoping that you wouldn’t step on any particularly squeaky floorboards in the dark. You started opening drawers once you made it to the kitchen in search of a flashlight. Did Tony even own basic technology like that?

“What are you doing, doll?” A soft voice broke you from your thoughts. A pair of blue eyes stared back at you.

“Did I wake you up?”

“No.” He shook his head.

“Oh, okay.”

“You look like a deer in headlights.” His lips turned into an almost smile. “Are you running away?”

“Just down to the dock. Need to clear my mind.” Nightmares.

He nodded. An unspoken understanding. Maybe that’s what made you such great friends.

“Mind if I join?”

“Sure.” You finally found a flashlight and grabbed it, sliding the drawer shut with your hip. You slid the glass door to the porch open, leaving Bucky to follow you out.

Warmth surrounded you as you made your way to the dock. The humidity was atrocious during the day but at night, it was somehow comforting. The buzzing of bugs in the surrounding woods brought you a level of peace that the hum of air conditioning inside couldn’t. You sat down at the edge of the dock, dipping your toes in the cool lakewater.

Bucky sat down next to you a moment later. Your silence contrasted with that of the busy summer night, but it was comfortable. Nothing needed to be said; the presence of each other was more than enough.

“You know,” he started, his gaze not leaving the shoreline across the way. “I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.”

You glanced over to him for a second, taking subtle notice of his features when his guard was down. The dark circles under his eyes mirrored yours, yet he looked relaxed.

“And what if I don’t?” The slight stain of your voice didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I’m not going anywhere.” His head turned to meet you eyes. The soft upturn of your lips and content sigh told him that was the right answer. Your hand inched closer to his, your pinkies brushing on the splintered wood of the dock.

“How do you always know what to say?” Your gaze followed his across the lake, catching sight of a few deer grazing on the grass at the edge of the woods.

“I guess being alive for 106 years has to give me some kind of wisdom, right?”

You snorted, breaking the quiet atmosphere the two of you had created for the first time that night.

“I dunno. You’re still kind of a dumbass.”

“And you're still kind of a smartass, so where does that get us?” A grin spread across his face and there was no sight you loved more.

“God, I love seeing you smile.” A blush coated his cheeks at your words and he prayed you couldn’t see it in the dark of the night.

Your hands inched closer for a second time that night. A metal hand reached across to grab yours, his other arm going around your waist to pull you closer. Your head rested beneath his chin as he rubbed circles into your side.

“Thank you,” you mumbled after a few minutes of quiet.

“For what?”

“Your face.”

His chest rumbled with laughter and he squeezed you just the slightest bit tighter. “Glad I could be of service, doll.”

“Seriously, though . . .Thank you for being around. I know we joke around a lot but it really means a lot that you’re willing to sit out here with me.”

“I mean, technically, it was more of me inviting myself than putting myself through the torture of sitting here with you.”

You pulled away from his chest, shifting yourself so you could look at him better. “For real, Buck.” You put your hands on his cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Just do it, Bucky. Now’s the time.

He let out a breath as he smiled, looking anywhere but in your eyes as he contemplated what to do next. The hand not holding your waist came to brush back a piece of hair that had fallen in your face.

“Can I kiss you?”

You looked shocked for a moment, leaving him to wonder if he’d been reading it wrong all along. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry! I thought that-”

You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. Your hands moved to wrap around his neck as his grabbed your hips. It was everything you needed and yet it still wasn’t enough.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this to happen,” you breathed once you pulled away. This grin on your face mirrored his as he pressed his forehead against yours, wanting to keep you as close as possible.

“Actually . . . I think I might.” He dipped back in for another kiss, this one a bit softer than the first, but just as passionate.

A sudden breeze swept through the night and you shivered. It would have been a relief from the heat if you weren’t already having chills due to the man in front of you.

“Let’s get you back inside, doll.”

You were reluctant to let go of him. The moment you’d been waiting for for so long finally happened and you felt yourself scared to be too far from him.

You shifted your weight back so he could get up, not realizing just how close to the edge of the dock you were. Bucky let go of your hips before you could warm him and you felt yourself falling backwards in slow motion. A small yelp left your lips and Bucky’s attempt to save you was futile as your hands slipped through his.

“Cold, cold, cold!” you chanted once you surfaced, barely hearing yourself over how loud Bucky was laughing.

“Are you okay?” he choked out in between his laughter, kneeling at the edge of the dock and holding his hand out towards you. You grabbed his hand with a glare.

“I have half a mind to yank you in here with me.” His eyes widened at your words.

“Don’t you dare!” You tugged his arm lightly, just enough to get his face closer to yours.

“I guess I can spare you. Just this one time.” You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling yourself up onto the dock. “But I think I deserve a hug for my troubles.”

“Can’t deny my girlfriend that, now can I?” He pulled you into a hug, cradling your head on his chest and pressing his lips to your hairline.

“I’m your girlfriend, huh? Damn, we’re moving fast! Do you have the wedding planned already?”

“Oh please. I think we all know we’ve basically been dating for a while now.”

“Perhaps.” The two of you stayed in that position for a moment longer before another breeze came. “Should we go in now that we’re both wet and cold?”

“That sounds like a fantastic idea, doll.” Keeping an arm around each other, you slowly made your way back to the cabin, already making plans for a proper date once the trip was over.

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interlunium-opus · 3 years

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Enhypen as your Best Friend: Jake edition

Is so kind, caring and selfless that he makes you feel like the spawn of evil or something.

“Jake, what the hell? You have all these cards, you could have won instead!” You shriek when you flip his cards over and discovered that he had enough +4 UNO card to flip the game over.

“Yeah, but you’d have to pick up like 20 extra cards,” he shrugs, picking up the cards to reorganize them.

“So?”

“Well, I don’t want to do that,” he mumbles before shooting you his signature megawatt smile, “Not to you at least. 10/10 would do it to Ni-Ki though.”

Always keep you at the forefront of his mind.

When he’s at the coffee shop: “Oh, I bet she hasn’t had her coffee yet,” and then he goes on to order you your usual.

When he’s at the bakery: “Oh, I bet she hasn’t had her lunch yet — gotta get her something,” and then he goes on to buy a selection of your favorite pastries.

When he’s shopping, “Oh, she really loves clothes like this — I’ll just get it for her.”

When he passes by a bookstore, “Oh, that’s the kind of book she likes,” then he quickly disappears into the bookstore to get it for you.

“What are you? Her mum?” Sunghoon would often complain as he is always the one being made to wait while Jake is busy getting you stuffs.

Quality time with him would consist of activities like baking nights; picnics; volunteer sessions and so on. Being the selfless lad he is though, he’d always take it upon himself to do the majority of the hard work (though he’ll slot in a chance to brag about himself in between especially if it concerns his strength or skills).

“Oh gosh, this is why restaurants and bakeries exists,” you complain as you rolled the dough for the umpteenth time.

“Let me,” he set down the cream he was mixing, offering to take over.

“Dude, no — you’re more exhausted than I am from your soccer practice, I have absolutely no right to compl-“

“Aww don’t worry about it. You’ve been studying all night too,” he assures, pulling a chair and beckoning you to sit down instead, “besides, I have the strength of like a hundred men so yknow things like these are peanuts for me,” he snickers.

Boi is flirty as heck though. Thank God, you have ice in your veins. Otherwise, you’d be catching feelings quicker than you can spell out his name.

“Do you want anything?” He asks as you guys stand in line at Starbucks.

You shook your head, “Nah, not a fan. I like Coffee Bean better.”

"Oh we can stop by later then," he suggests.

"It's fine Jake, we've already passed it by earlier."

Then suddenly after disappearing for some 15 minutes to allegedly take a call outside, Jake returned, oddly out of breath, with a Coffee Bean paper bag, filled with your usual coffee order.

“Dude! Coffee Bean is like what almost 8 minutes away by walk?! That's like a 16 minute return-trip or something...”

“Less if you run," he winks, “Come on, for you — anything."

Then as per his habits, he’d bite his lips as he grins.

Or that other time, during one of your baking nights:

“You know if you’re tired you can always cancel our baking night right?” You suggest as you unlock the door to your apartment.

“No way — it’s like our weekly ritual. Also it’s like therapeutic for me, a respite from all those rowdy boys at home; rowdy boys at practice and my hectic lifestyle,” he posits, placing the groceries, which he had insisted to carry, up onto your kitchen counter, “unless of course you’re tired? Then of course we can-“

“Never as tired as you’re supposed to be though — if you say so, then sure.”

“Aww,” he coos, “Seriously, if you’re tired, I’ll take over tonight.”

“No way, you’re always taking up my share of work, I feel like a freeloader.”

“Oh come on, freeloading is when it’s one-sided. We aren’t like that.”

“You must really like baking huh?”

“I mean yeah but actually, it’s not the baking per se that I love the most from our baking nights,” Jake murmurs as he help you unpack the groceries, “it’s being with you that I love the most. That’s the therapeutic part, you; making things together with you; making things for you; —“

You stopped unpacking and stare up at him, wondering what have you done so far to even deserve Jake. He stares back at you, beaming widely, “basically you.” ((Yeah he bit his lips after that))

As if there’s gravity, his hands are somewhat always on you whether it is an arm over your shoulders; his hand holding yours whenever you guys cross the road; his hand reaching yours whenever you just put a hand up to wave at him in the hallway; all the tackle hugs he does whenever he sees you; resting his head against your shoulders; and the list goes on (nothing you’re uncomfortable with though). No wonder the girls are always shooting glares at you — he’s always acting as if you guys are dating.

“Gosh, get a room!” Jay would always scream whenever he's around you two and Jake starts to get all clingy and handsy.

A good exemplary student but for you, just for you, he can make some sort of light concession. For instance, if you doze off in class, he’d cover your back.

“Oh crap, I dozed off didnt I?”

“A bit,” Jake whispers back, “Go back to sleep, I’ll wake you up once he starts moving around the hall,” he winks.

“Nah I shouldn’t, I’ve already missed out a whole page of notes,” you sigh when suddenly Jake pushes his book towards you, “Got you covered girl, don’t worry. Just get another 5 minutes of shut-eye alright? I know you pulled up an all-nighter last night.”

“I wish you’re as lenient to me as you to her,” Ni-Ki grumbles beside him.

Jake scoffs, “Nah not you bruh — you deserve being found out when you’re napping when all you do at night is playing games with Heeseung.”

Would excitedly wave at you, or send a flying kiss at you if he feels daring, during his soccer matches whenever he spots you in the crowd.

Playfully competitive in a very annoying way. “Hey, bet you can’t run faster than I can..." / “Hey, bet you can’t finish the homework within an hour..." / "Hey, bet you can’t squat more than I do...” — it’s ok though, you thought, ‘cus no human is perfect, he has to have a flaw especially when his selflessness is inhumanely off the charts.

Your study buddy! You guys are always either in the library, the class or at each other’s places — mostly to study (if you guys aren’t having your non-study-related quality time, that is). Of course, he’d get competitive eventually, “hey, bet you can’t solve question 12! I got it in just what 3 minutes?”

Boi is a coward but he would brave through anything for you (at least *try* to). That's how everyone knows you're his soft spot.

"Jake, you hate horror movies.”

“But you love the Conjuring series”

“Yeah, but I can just watch it alone. You don’t need to accompany me to the theatre for this.”

“Nah, why would I do that to you? Come on have some faith in me — horror movies are nothing.”

and then you found out from a trusted informant (Jungwon) that Jake couldnt sleep without the lights on for 1 week straight after that.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #enhypen jake imagines #enhypen scenarios #kpop scenarios #enhypen fluff #jake sim #enhypen drabbles #enhypen jake scenarios

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mcheang · 3 years

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@pendoodlex Do an Adrien Salt where Lila lies about Chat Noir and Ladybug being in a relationship and Adrien confirms the lie.

It’s my love life!

It’s easy to lie about stuff people want to hear. Alya was greedy for any gossip about Ladybug and loved support for her theories on Ladybug.

Recently they debated on Ladybug’s true age. Was she an immortal with teenage hormones and atttiude? Or simply a teenager?

Now they were on to Ladybug’s love life.

Lila: Of course LadyNoir is a thing. Ladybug just denies it because she doesn’t want to give Hawkmoth any more reason to target Chat Noir, but it’s obvious how much they care for each other.

Alya: Yes! A witness to Ladynoir!

Marinette: a lying witness

Nathaniel frowned. “I don’t know, Lila…”

Before Lila could insist she was correct, Adrien actually jumped in. “It’s true. Ladybug and Chat Noir are a couple. Sorry, Nathaniel, but she’s off the market.”

Marinette froze. Did Adrien just lie to Nathaniel about her love life? Just so no one would interfere with their beloved Ladynoir fandom?

WTH???

Overwhelmed by her hurt and rage, Marinette actually grabbed Adrien’s hand and dragged him out of the classroom, her face burning red.

Some assumed she was trying out another one of her confession schemes. Lila thought Marinette was going to tell Adrien she was a liar (eh, he already knew.)

In a far off corner, Marinette was whisper-yelling at Adrien. “What are you thinking? It’s one thing to ignore Lila’s lies, it’s another to endorse them! LadyNoir is not real!”

Thinking that Marinette still had a crush on Chat Noir, Adrien winced and rubbed his head. “I’m sorry, Marinette. But it’s true. Ladybug and Chat Noir are a couple.”

“No, they are not! Where’s your proof?“ She demanded.

Adrien thought quickly. “I saw them kissing on a rooftop last week.”

Marinette raised a brow. “Are you sure you weren’t just dreaming?” Her voice was heavy with skepticism.

Adrien: Positive.

Marinette: Well, I’m not sorry to say that you’re wrong. Ladybug and Chat Noir are not a couple.

Adrien: and how are you so sure? Just because you have a crush on Chat-

Marinette: Because Ladybug visited me after my dad was akumatized!

Adrien:…what?

Marinette took a deep breath. She hated lying but she also couldn’t stand lies about her.

“Ladybug consoled me after Chat rejected me. She reminded me about the other great boys in my life and ones I have yet to meet. And I asked her why she wouldn’t date Chat. Do you know what she told me?”

Adrien was quiet.

“She said she was in love with a boy from her own civilian life, not Chat Noir. To be honest, he’s not even her type.”

Adrien perked up. “Ladybug has a type?”

Marinette: Obviously. From what I hear, she’s more into the sensitive soul kind of guy.

Adrien: Chat is sensitive!

Marinette just stared at her crush in disbelief. “Um, yeah, no. The dude sulks whenever he gets rejected and has no idea what no means. For crying out loud, he gave me a pink rose before dumping me, and that was after he ate the treats my dad baked for him.”

Adrien: For someone with a crush on the hero, you sure sound bitter.

Marinette exhaled again, calming herself. “I’m not bitter. I’ve moved on, truly. Enough to see what Ladybug meant when she said I’ll move on soon enough. I’m over Chat.“

Adrien raise his brows.

Marinette continued, “I’ve been able to analyse his actions without the hero-crush filters. Be honest, Adrien, how would you feel at having to constantly reject the same person over and over again? Wouldn’t you be annoyed by their repeated flirtations?”

Adrien shrugged. “I reject fans all the time. Well, not exactly. I just ignore their love letters.“

Marinette shook her head. “That doesn’t count. You don’t know those people. Let’s say Chloe was going to confess her love to you every day. And you have to reject her every day. When you reject her, she raises a fuss and causes an akuma. How would you feel about your childhood friend?”

Adrien grimaced. “That would suck. I would avoid Chloe just to avoid her confessions.”

Marinette raised her hand, like there you go. Point proven.

Adrien wasn’t done. “But,” he insisted stubbornly, “it’s different for LadyNoir. They’re partners. Yin and Yang. A superhero duo. Who else is she going to end up with if not her partner? These kinds of pairings always win in the end.”

Marinette: that’s just sad. You’re comparing Ladybug’s love life to fiction. Life isn’t a fairy tale, Adrien. you don’t decide who Ladybug ends up with, and it’s not right for you to lie about her either.

Adrien: LadyNoir will happen. I’m sure of it.

Marinette: You’re not even going to take back that lie, are you?

Adrien: Why would I? It’s going to be fact.

Marinette said sadly, “Goodbye, Adrien.”

After school, Marinette tore down her posters of Adrien. Filters removed, indeed.

Tikki: Don’t worry, Marinette. I’m sure things will come right in the end.

Marinette: that doesn’t mean I can’t help set things back in order. Tikki, spots on!

Alya turned around at a tapping on her window.

Alya: Ladybug!

Ladybug: Hey, Alya. Listen, I’ve been reading your blog, and I need to set some facts straight.

Alya: Is this about revealing your love life? Because honestly, it would be better to be honest about your love life than to let others hope they have a shot with you. Remember Copycat?

Ladybug: That’s my point. I’m not dating Chat Noir. I don’t even like him that way. Lila has been lying to you, Alya.

Alya: Um, she’s your Best Friend…

Ladybug: When did I ever say that?

Alya:…….. ……….Why didn’t you correct me before today, then?

Ladybug sighed. “Because i had called her out in front of Adrien, and she got akumatized. And when she disappeared for a while, I figured there was no need to bring her up.“

Alya: Hold on. Adrien knew Lila was lying?

Ladybug: Yes. Though I’m sure he must have his own reasons for protecting Lila. But back to my point. I am not dating Chat Noir, and I am not interested in him like that. My love life is mine to decide, not for others to insist on just because they prefer me with Chat. How would you like it if Parisians started pairing you with Pegasus or Monkey King instead of Carapace? With them insisting you break up with Nino just to be with someone they chose for you?”

“That would be annoying,“ admitted Alya. “And invasive.”

Ladybug: I want to do a live interview, to clear the matter up once and for all.

In this interview, Ladybug was professional and succinct as she stated she doesn’t know Lila Rossi and she is not in a relationship with Chat. She doesn’t want to hurt her fans, but her love life is for her to handle.

Unable to help herself, Alya asked, “If you don’t like Chat, who do you like? You don’t have to give any names, but just one little tidbit, please?”

Eh, why not?

Ladybug leaned back on her hands and smiled, her eyes going faraway and dreamy. “Mature. That’s all I’ll say.”

After all, Luka had always supported her crush on Adrien. He never pushed her, but was always there for her. Why didn’t she how good he was? Oh right, Adrien filters.

Lila was fuming. How could she show her face again? Where was an akuma when you wanted one?

The akuma was drawn to a LadyNoir fanatic.

Fight fight fight. Chat was noticeably sulky at having been rejected on air.

When Alya came over to interview, he insisted he would not give up on Ladybug. Alya raised her brows, “Yeah that’s fine. But just don’t be pushy about it. And from your attitude earlier during the battle, I don’t think you fit Ladybug’s ideal criteria.”

Chat flushed and turned away, using his baton to propel himself home.

At school, Lila was playing truant, and Alya was grilling Adrien for keeping quiet.

Adrien: her lies weren’t hurting anyone!

Alya: I’m taking into account your isolated childhood, so let me just say, lies are hurtful. And it’s not right to encourage and spread her lies either.

Adrien: LadyNoir has to happen!

Nino shook his head in disgust. “You sound like that akuma last night. Ladybug has the right to decide who she wants to be with. If you ship LadyNoir, that’s fine. But you shouldn’t let it get this far to decide for Ladybug who she ends up with.”

Alya sighed, “Let’s blame Gabriel for this and hope Adrien can still be saved.”

Alya also understood when Marinette gave up on Adrien after seeing his behavior. She was interested in Luka but decided to wait because she didn’t want him to be a rebound guy.

Anyway, Adrien learned to keep his opinions to himself when all they got him was disapproval.

Ladybug’s interview caused the Parisians to question if the Italian diplomat should even still be in Paris if her daughter likes to spout lies about their heroine. How could she let her own daughter lie about stuff like that? It was enough that Mrs Rossi was questioned at work and her ignorance unveiled.

Yeah, Mrs Rossi would be lucky to keep her job after this but it was suggested Lila be sent outside Paris since she would certainly be unhappy with her new pariah status. Lila was sent to a correctional facility where no one was charmed by her falsehoods. Hell, she couldn’t even contact her mother because she was even busier trying to make amends.

When Ladybug finally told Chat she was happily in a relationship with her new boyfriend, he was sulky. Oh sure, he continued to fight alongside Ladybug but he was hopeful that she would break up with her boyfriend.

Plagg: that’s a horrible reaction. Can’t you just be happy for Ladybug?

Adrien: love is irrational and can’t be reasoned with, Plagg.

Plagg: then can you at least be polite and respectful to Ladybug’s wishes that you stop flirting with her?

Adrien: fine. Being Chat Noir was a chance to finally express myself, though.

Plagg: there’s a difference between freedom of expression and being rude/disrespectful/obnoxious

Adrien tried to date Kagami, but she broke up with him. There was no point in continuing the relationship when Adrien was so fixed on Ladybug.

I’m gonna leave this open ended. Any ideas how you would end this story?

#miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug fic #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #ml fic #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #ml salt fic #Adrien salt #Lila is exposed #Lila gets exposed #post-Chameleon #Marinette x Luka

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ayybtch · 3 years

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Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader, Baker!AU + Friends to Lovers

Chapter 5 of Made With Love

Word Count: 3,292

Chapter Warnings: Our two favorite idiots are so blind it’s not even funny, lots of yearning, some brief mentions of alcohol consumption towards the end

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for being patient with me on getting this posted. School and work have been crazy, but I’m almost done for the semester so hopefully it won't be as long for the next update. Shout out to my Grandma for sending me her paprikash recipe so I would actually know what I was talking about for this chapter. We literally never speak but she did me a real solid on this one and I will be adding paprikash into my regular cooking schedule once fall hits. Full disclosure though, I literally Googled “What wine pairs with chicken paprikash” and the wines mentioned are what it gave me. Please let me know what you think! I love reading your guys’s comments, it really makes my day.

Hey, so everyone is going to be out on a mission tomorrow night except for me. Any chance I can cash in on that raincheck? There’s a Bewitched marathon happening.

You smiled at Wanda’s message, quickly typing out your response. Definitely! Would you like to join me for bread day tomorrow?

She responded almost immediately. YES!

You couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. She had been wanting to make bread ever since the two of you made snickerdoodles. She brought it up almost constantly, mostly as a joke to get back at you for all of the times you teased her about it.

Up to this point, Wanda refused to accept any of your attempts to say thank you for helping you out through the cupcake debacle, saying that this was the sort of thing that friends were for. It only felt right that this should be the next thing to bake as your own special way of saying thank you.

As excited as you were to spend time with her and teach her how to do this, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly nervous at the same time. Why had Wanda decided to share her sexuality with you after all this time?

Okay, scratch that. You understood why she shared it with you when she did. The real question is what to do with the information now that you had it.

Was it just a general knowledge sort of a deal? Or was this her way of trying to say she was interested?

You groaned and put your head in your hands. This is why you hadn’t dated someone since your last relationship ended. You needed big flashing lights that screamed “I want to date you!” before you’d catch on, and even that didn’t work sometimes. If someone tried to be subtle, you were an absolute lost cause. You did your best to recall every interaction you had with Wanda that could even remotely be considered as her flirting or expressing interest.

She did smile at you a lot, even more than she smiled at Sam and Bucky who she clearly adored. She also certainly didn’t shy away from physical contact and had even initiated it several times. She had also remembered your coffee and bagel order from the one random time it came up weeks ago...

Suddenly, everything started to add up. All of those glances that had left your heart racing, all of those little touches...maybe Wanda was interested in you?

Your heart felt ready to burst out of your chest with joy.

Wanda didn’t arrive at the bakery until almost noon. The majority of the bread had been baked already; the only bread left to make was hers.

The two of you said your hello’s and caught up a bit as she stepped in to put on her apron and began washing her hands. Once the conversation slowed, you started your rundown for today’s bake.

“Bread is actually a lot easier than it looks but there are a couple of points we’re going to need to be careful at. I’ll remind you about them as we go about but I figured it would be good to have them all in your head now.

“We’re going to be very conscientious about temperatures this entire bake in a way we haven’t really needed to before. When we’re dealing with the yeast, we need the milk around 110 to 115o so the yeast activates properly. We also want things to be warm during the rise times, which shouldn’t be too much of an issue given the ovens have been on most of the day. Once it’s in the oven, we aren’t going to mess with it at all until the last couple minutes and that’s only if we need it to brown further.”

Wanda nodded along as you spoke. “I don’t know how much of an actual problem this is because you’re here, but I always hear a lot about overworking or underworking the dough. How do I know if it’s been kneaded enough?”

“Ah, good question! If the dough keeps getting really flat and not holding its shape, it’s underworked. If the dough is overworked, it gets kind of hard and not easy to work with. The good news is that we’re kneading by hand since it’s your first time and it’s a lot less likely to happen that way than in a mixer.”

She looked unconvinced but nodded. “Okay, so where do we begin?”

The first fifteen minutes of the bake flew by quickly. The yeast mixture had been prepared and was almost ready for the rest of the ingredients to be mixed in. Wanda was completely in awe at how the mixture looked.

To be fair to her though, the yeast mixture does look very weird if you’re not used to seeing it.

Once the flour, salt, and eggs were mixed in, the true fun began. Everything was mixed just enough to be combined into a rough, sticky ball of dough before being taken out of the mixer and onto the floured counter. Wanda followed along as you sprinkled some flour on your dough and began to knead, doing her best to mirror your motions.

You watched her out of the corner of your eye as you worked the dough, waiting to see what she would do. It was hard to hold back your giggles as you watched her. She was practically just squeezing the dough in different directions. You gave her a few minutes to see if she would work things out, but eventually, you set your dough down and moved closer to her.

“Here, let me help,” you said. Your hands moved so they were on top of hers, you tried guiding her through the motions, only for things to fail miserably.

“Okay, can I try something that might be a little weird? It’s just that I’m not used to kneading at an angle like that so it’s throwing off my muscle memory.”

She nodded and you adjusted yourself so you were now standing behind her. Your arms slid around either side of her waist and your hands rested on top of hers. This time, your hands knew what they were doing and you were able to help guide her through the motion. Even after she got it, you remained standing behind her, your chin resting against her shoulder.

The feelings that washed over you as you stood there with her were hard to describe. There was nothing necessarily comfortable about the position you were in, but your whole body felt more relaxed than it had all day. At the same time though, everything felt electrifying. You hoped she couldn’t feel the way your heart was thumping against your chest.

It wasn’t until you realized Wanda had paused and turned back slightly to face you slightly that you stepped back. An apology rose up in your throat only to die as you noticed the small smile on her face. You shot a smile back at her before moving back to your spot, turning your attention back to the job at hand.

The rest of the bake went smoothly, despite Wanda’s fretting about if the bread was rising enough. It didn’t take long before you had two perfectly round loaves of bread sitting next to each other on the cooling rack. Wanda had not stopped smiling since they came out of the oven. Even though that was her usual response, this time felt different.

For the second time that day, you were left trying to describe impossible feelings. Was it her eyes that felt different? They were lit beautifully, radiating so much joy it was impossible to not feel just as excited. But how was that any different from usual? Her eyes always captivated you and left you breathless. Maybe it was the new shade of pink lipstick she had on. It was perfectly accentuating the shape of her lips, to the point you couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to feel them pressed against yours.

You may not be able to pinpoint what the look was, all you knew is that you were grateful to be a part of why her smile was so big.

After she finished taking pictures of the loaves, she turned to you. “That was incredible! I had no idea bread could be that simple.”

You nodded along, unable to hold back a smile. “I told you it wasn’t too bad, there are just a couple spots you have to be sure to navigate well. And clearly -” you gestured towards the loaves, “- you did. Maybe I should start worrying about you stealing my job.”

Her laughter filled the kitchen at your teasing.

As her laugher began to die out, her focus turned back on to you. “Okay, so what time were you thinking of coming over? I’m making us dinner and want to try and have it finishing up right around the time you get there.”

You glanced over at the clock and then back to the to-do list written out on the whiteboard above your desk before answering, “I think it’ll probably be close to five if I had to guess. I still have to finish cleaning some stuff here and I promised to go help Charlie work out some menu options for that picnic thing that’s coming up.”

Wanda nodded along, “Are you going to that?”

“I’m working it, so I, unfortunately, don’t have much of a choice.”

She nodded again. “Same here, actually. All of the Avengers are required to be unless there’s some sort of alien invasion again or something…” She trailed off a moment before continuing. “I was planning on making paprikash. Is that okay with you? I don’t know if there’s anything you can’t or don’t like to eat.”

“I’ve actually never had that before so that would be wonderful! I’m pretty easy when it comes to food. The only things I don’t like are mushrooms and zucchini, but I’ll still eat them if I have to.”

Wanda gasped, “You don’t like mushrooms? How do you not like mushrooms?”

You just shrugged, “Okay, I’m actually pretty neutral on mushrooms. I’ll still eat them. I just don’t go out of my way to make them for myself. Zucchini is a firm no, though.”

She gave you a side-eye but relented. “Well, there are no mushrooms or zucchini in this, but just know I’m going to have to keep an eye on you from now on. I don’t know how we’ve made it this far into our friendship without me knowing you’re an anti-mushroom heathen.”

The two of you joked around for a few minutes longer before she left to start preparing for dinner.

Planning the menu with Charlie didn’t take very long, which you were grateful for. He already had a decent idea of what he wanted to do, so the main thing left was to figure out how much food to order to prepare it. The two of you also agreed upon what you needed to make. Most of your responsibilities centered around desserts, specifically pies, though you agreed to make some fresh rolls and soft pretzels as well.

You were thankful for the meeting to end though because it meant the remaining time you had left could be spent getting ready to go see Wanda.

‘Getting ready’ was perhaps a bit dramatic. You were just changing out of your usual work clothes into something a little cuter. It was nothing particularly fancy, but it was an outfit you felt both confident and comfortable in. You had also made sure to pack some toiletries that morning, allowing you to freshen up your deodorant and brush your teeth as well.

As you stepped into the elevator and pressed the button, you couldn’t help but feel a bit jittery. The past few times you’ve made your way to that part of the building you’ve been nervous about the other Avengers not wanting you there. This time though, all of your nerves could be attributed entirely to Wanda. You weren’t sure what to expect of tonight, but you were determined to have a fun night filled with food and good company.

The warm smell of paprika filled the air and made your stomach grumble as soon as you stepped out of the elevator. Once you were inside, you found Wanda in the kitchen, stirring in some additional seasonings.

“This smells incredible,” you said, setting the two loaves of bread down on the counter.

Wanda beamed. “Thanks! This is my great grandmother’s recipe and is one of my favorite things to make.” As she set the spoon down, she walked towards the fridge. “I bought some wine to go along with dinner if you would like some.”

“Yes please, wine sounds amazing right now.”

“I have a chardonnay and a Barolo, which would you prefer?” she asked, turning back towards you.

You shrugged, “Whichever one you want.”

She nodded and pulled out the Barolo. It didn’t take long for the bottle to be opened and to have a glass of wine in your hand.

It wasn’t until you took your first sip that you realized Wanda had also changed. Your breathing hitched as you looked her up and down. Gone were her jeans and old T-shirts, replaced by a pair of cut-off shorts and a stylishly oversized T-shirt. If it weren’t for the fuzzy wool socks on her feet, you’d assume she was camera-ready. Hell, even with the funny socks she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

You realized you were staring and abruptly began looking around the kitchen, trying to find something to do that would take your mind off of how hot Wanda looked. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Wanda shook her head no. “There’s not really anything to be done, this just needs to simmer for about another five minutes and we’ll be good to go. Why don’t you go have a seat at the table and I’ll be over in just a moment with some bread slices and butter. Once this is ready I’ll bring it in as well.”

You nodded and made your way out of the kitchen and towards the table.

It wasn’t until you were seated that you realized how well the table was set. Both seats had beautiful flatware laid out, with silverware organized neatly to the side. Underneath was a crisp, pure white table cloth. What caught your attention the most though were the two lit candles sitting between your chair and hers. It wasn’t until you noticed the candles that you also noticed the music playing softly in the background.

Everything about the setup screamed ‘fancy first date’.

Before you had much of a chance to dwell on the thought, Wanda arrived with several slices of bread and a small dish of butter. You thanked her before she walked back towards the kitchen. She returned soon after with the pot of paprikash, setting it on the hot pad in the center of the table. She walked around to her seat and soon both of you had your plates filled and began to eat.

It was impossible to hold back a satisfied sigh as you took your first bite. It tasted just as delicious, if not better than it smelled. The chicken was cooked perfectly and all but melted in your mouth. The paprika added a nice rich flavor and added extra depth to the creaminess of the sauce.

“Wanda this is incredible.”

She smiled at you brightly, “If you think it’s good by itself, try dipping the bread with some butter in it.”

You did as she said and this time instead of a satisfied sigh, you let out a satisfied moan. “You are going to have to give me this recipe. This is so good I don’t even know what to say, all I want to do is keep eating.”

Wanda laughed at your enthusiasm. “Tell you what, I’ll teach you how to make it sometime. It’s about time I taught you something in the kitchen.”

Dinner was a blast. The two of you spent more of it laughing and talking than eating. The bottle of Barolo was finished before dinner was done. It didn’t take long before it was replaced by the chardonnay.

Once dinner was over, you fought Wanda to let you help clean up the kitchen. Her argument that guests shouldn’t help was shot down as you pointed out she’s technically a guest in the bakery, yet she always helps clean up after she’s been in there. She grumbled about it but quickly conceded. It didn’t take long for the kitchen to be cleaned up and even less time after that for her to drag you over to the couch.

The first-ever episode of “Bewitched” was halfway finished by the time the two of you had settled into your spots on the couch. Currently, Samantha and Darrin were at his ex-girlfriend's house for a dinner party and the girlfriend was doing everything she could to make Samantha feel inferior. Samantha, of course, wasn’t having it and was willing to fudge her promises of not using magic to level the playing field.

Wanda laughed along perfectly in time with the sitcom track. The more she laughed, the more your attention turned from being on the TV to be on her. This was the most relaxed and happy you had ever seen her. She had a small, almost imperceivable smile that grew as she became more and more emerged into the episode. Each time she laughed, you noticed how her nose would scrunch up in the cutest way and it took everything you had to not lean over and kiss her.

What you wouldn’t give to make her as happy as this show.

It wasn’t until the end credits were about to roll that you forced yourself to look back at the screen, unsure of how she’d respond if she caught you staring.

As the next episode cued up, she reached out and grabbed her glass of wine before turning to face you.“So, what do you think? Could I have been a Samantha in another life?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Definitely, though I can’t see you being willing to hide your powers just because a man wants you to.”

Wanda nearly choked on the sip of wine she had taken. “You got me there.”

She finished the glass and set it back on the table before letting out a loud yawn. “Sorry, I probably should’ve warned you beforehand that wine makes me a little sleepy.” She paused for a moment before she continued, “It also makes me incredibly cuddly…”

A rush of emotions washed over you as you processed her words. Was she asking to come cuddle with you?

The hopeful look in her eye suggested she was.

Pure, unadulterated joy swept over your body and you had to fight the urge to jump up and down from excitement. You did your best to collect yourself before you replied, hoping that the answer was indeed what you were looking for.

“Is that your way of asking if you can come snuggle?”

She smiled at you sheepishly, which made you laugh. You moved over on the couch, moving around some of the throw pillows so you could lay down.

“Well, what are you waiting for then?”

Wanda didn’t hesitate for a moment and soon was laying on top of you, her head resting on your chest. One of your arms wrapped loosely around her back after she settled in.

A comfortable silence fell over you as you laid there together, watching Bewitched until you fell asleep.

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