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ifearzombies · 11 months
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Midnight To Morning
A Beel X MC one-shot that eventually includes everyone.
     You can’t sleep. You’re not sure why since you had been running ragged the day before, but it doesn’t mater now. You can’t sleep and that’s that. You groan and get out of bed and head to the kitchen with the knowledge Beel will be there shortly to join you.
     You grab a tub of yogurt and some fruit and some M&Ms and begin mixing them for a sweet treat when you hear your beloved ginger trundle in shortly after. You smile as he makes a noise of surprise and face him.
     “Hey babe.”
     “MC. You’re up really late. Are you okay?” He goes over and smooches your head, ignoring the food for a moment. You can’t help but find it so cute how he makes sure you know you’re more important.
     “Just couldn’t sleep. I made a big bowl of, well... I’d call it a parfait, but it’s not layered. I just think it tastes nice,” you say as you scoop a small amount into a bowl for yourself and offer him the mixing bowl.
     His eyes light up happily as he takes the bowl. “Thank you,” he mumbles between bites, “Mm... Almost as sweet as you.”
     “Aw. Beel. You don’t have to flatter me. I already love you.”
     Beel blushes at that and keeps eating. “But you are OK though, right?”
     “Yeah. I just couldn’t sleep.” You look at the fridge as Beel opens it to grab a custard- he’s already finished the mixing bowl. “Fridge is kinda bare. Hey... Wanna go get stuff to make breakfast for everyone? I know the Wail-mart is open.”
     “That’d be great! What should we make? I love pancakes. We could do pancakes!”
     “Pancakes is good. How about also eggs and bacon? We can get harpy eggs since they’re nice and big. And horrorhog meat always makes great bacon! And I’ll make French Toast too. A nice big breakfast for the family.”
     “Can we invite the others,” Beel asks, “I know it’s late. But Luke and Simeon always make nice breakfast stuff they share. And Solomon can’t cook. Oh! And Barbatos might like a morning off!”
     “I’ll text Barbatos and Solomon. Knowing those two, they’re still up as well,” you say as you grab your D.D.D. and shoot them a text. The two instantly respond it’s a spectacular idea. “They’re in. I’ll go get dressed while you eat and we’ll head out together.”
     It doesn’t take you long to get ready and soon the two of you are out the door. With a small bag of snacks for Beel. Wail-mart is already aware of Beel’s appetite and warn him to only eat things that can be rung up later and you both accept.
     “Hey MC,” Beel calls as you’re looking over some more fruit. You go over and he holds out a bag of Ruri-chan marshmallows. “We should get these for Levi. If he has coco, he’d love that. And it’s limited edition.”
     “Get two,” you say, “One for him to collect and one for him to enjoy.”
     “Oooh perfect!” Beel puts in two bags. You look at him lovingly as you pick out a small bag of chocolates for Beel.
     “I’ll get these so you can eat them on the way home.”
     “Thanks, MC. Ooh! Asmo’s favourite tea is on sale!”
     “Wanna get a little something for everyone,” you ask, Beel looking a bit ashamed for a moment.
     “Yeah. I mean. It’s a special breakfast from us to everyone. We should put a little surprise for everyone.”
     “Hrm... Okay. How about the chocolate gold coins for Mammon? That little wooden chest it comes in is super cute.”
     “It has a slot on top. So he can put Grimm in it later,” Beel says excitedly as he adds it to the basket.
     Tea for Asmo, marshmallows for Levi, gold coin chocolates in a treasure chest for Mammon, cat shaped cookie cutters for Satan, a picture frame for Lucifer to have a family photo in (you have the perfect one at home too), a small roll up blanket for Belphie, a fidget spinner for Diavolo, macarons for Barbatos, a cookie kit for Luke that comes with a small skillet, a journal and pen for Simeon, and a cookbook for Solomon. You watch Beel get more and more excited for each item you add before you finally get all the groceries you need. You grab an extra bag of chips for Beel and he kissed you when you presented it to him with the chocolates you grabbed earlier.
     The moment you’re home, Lucifer greets you at the door with a raised eyebrow. “Where have you two been?”
     “Sorry. We went shopping,” Beel explains, “We’re going to make breakfast. Purgatory Hall and Lord Diavolo and Barbatos are coming too. It’s a special breakfast from us to everyone.”
     Lucifer looks beyond happy. Whatever he was going to say to scold you is gone and he nods. “I see. Very well. Get to it. I’ll let everyone know.”
     Beel grabs your hand and you both get to work in the kitchen preparing omelets, bacon, French toast, pancakes, a proper pan of a fruit and yogurt parfait with granola over it. Beel ‘taste tests’ everything to help keep him from eating everyone’s breakfast and you give him smooches every now and then to reward him for controlling himself so well.
     You’re about to work on coffee and tea when Simeon enters with Luke. Luke runs up and hugs your legs as you greet them both. “Hey guys.”
     “Hello. We made some crepes,” Simeon says happily, “To go with the special breakfast!” He holds up two boxes, one large and one small. “The smaller one is for Beel from Luke.”
     “He needs to taste them to know that they’re good,” Luke rebuffs while he blushes, trying to pretend he isn’t Beel’s friend.
     Beel takes the small box and inhales the crepes. “Mmm! Delicious! Thank you!”
     “You ate them in one breath! Could you taste them,” Luke asks.
     “Yeah. Very good.”
     Simeon grabs Luke. “We’ll get out of your hair now. Plus I think Barbatos is coming in.”
     “I am. I thought I could make the drinks,” Barbatos cuts in, “Since you two are doing the cooking.”
     “That’d be great. I’m nowhere near as good as you at making tea and coffee,” you admit, “Plus Beel and I still gotta plate up everything.”
     “Leave it to me.”
     It’s not long before the table is set- another table pushed up with more chairs added to accommodate everyone. Beel sets out everyone’s gifts at their setting before the two of you bring out the platters of food with Barbatos bringing in a tray of hot drinks.
     “Oh wow,” Asmo coos as he comes downstairs with Solomon, “Did you and MC make all this?”
     “Simeon and Luke brought crepes. But otherwise yes,” you reply as you go and give both of them a smooch.
     “I wanted to bring something too, but Simeon and Luke rushed us out,” Solomon says sadly, “I’ll have to cook for you all another day.”
     You push down the horror you feel at Solomon in a kitchen and just smile. “Well. Today Beel and I wanted to treat you guys. I mean. We’re all family, right?”
     Solomon instantly cheers up and gives you a kiss. “Indeed.”
     “Aaaaaa!!! ARE THOSE THE LIMITED EDITION RURI-CHAN MARSHMALLOWS?!” Levi vaults over everyone and rushes to his place at the table. “OH MY LORD DIAVOLO I THOUGHT THEY WERE OUT!! Why two bags?!”
     “So you can eat one,” Beel explains, “MC said you would want one to keep and one to eat.”
     Levi starts ugly crying in joy as Satan carries Belphie down the stairs. “It’s too early,” Satan states as he slumps Belphie into his chair, “Eh? Are those... Kitty cookie cutters? Also... Thank you for breakfast. Sorry. Levi’s just loud.”
     “No worries,” you reply, “And yes. Kitty cookie cutters.” You give Satan a kiss before giving one to Belphie; who has unrolled his blanket with a smile and already wrapped himself in it.
     “Mm... Smells like Beel,” Belphie mumbles.
     “He carried it.”
     “Eh? What’s this? Chocolate? Not real Grimm,” Mammon says, pretending badly to not love it, “I guess this is good enough for the Great Mammon.”
     You and Beel chuckle as everyone else settles down and loves their gifts and you went around and gave everyone a hug and a kiss before you and Beel eat yourselves.
     Breakfast was like a holiday. Everyone was talking about classes at RAD, their little family gifts you and Beel picked out, and generally enjoy being a family. Once it was done, Lucifer made the other brothers start cleaning as you and Beel finally started feeling tired from everything. You fell asleep on the living room couch, curled up with Beel with everyone sitting around you (or busy cleaning).
     Lucifer looks at the two of you and covers you with a blanket and rubs both your heads, letting the two of you sleep before he looks again at the picture you put in the photo. It was a picture that a Little D. took with everyone doing a ‘group hug’ that you’d called for. Faces ranged from laughing to irritation, but it was one with every member of the family from the House of Lamentation, Purgatory Hall, and the castle. He places the photo on the mantle before using his D.D.D. to take a picture of you and Beel and then sends that to you and Beel’s D.D.D.
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a couple prompts
bagi and empanada, baking
archivists, late night
bonus: arthur and joui, cooking
Bagi and Empanada, two characters I dont think I've written much before, being cute! And thank you I'll save the other two for later in the evening, or perhaps tomorrow <3 this is the fluff option!
"Here you go, Empanada, could you gently shake this for me?"
Bagi hands her daughter the bowl, sieve full of flour carefully balanced atop it. She has already added the sugar, weighing the whole lot at once, but the other ingredients still rest on the side.
Empanada takes it gleefully, sieving a little too hard but not enough to spill. Leaving her to it, Bagi squints harder at Niki's recipe book; she knows how to make cookies well enough, but Empanada had been very specific about wanting to make Niki's.
And, oops, the flour was supposed to go in after the sugar and butter were already mixed together. Its... probably fine, the sorts of cookies Bagi used to make with her own parents were made by throwing all of the ingredients in at once, so she doubts it will be too disastrous.
It might not make the right cookies, but it will still make cookies.
With a steadier hand than her uncertainty should allow for, Bagi cuts the butter into small chunks, measuring it up as she goes. By the time she has done Empanada has triumphantly set the bowl down, the flour and sugar sieved thoroughly. There is a little flour on her cheek and a lot on her apron; Bagi drops the butter into the flour and turns to grab a cloth.
When she turns back, Empanada is eyeing the bowl with a frown.
"What's wrong, Empanada?" She asks.
Empanada wipes her hands on an already dirty apron before plucking her notepad from her pocket. Bagi gives her daughter a moment, and is greeted by a page reading "Mama Niki mixed the butter with the sugar not the flour".
"These cookies are special Mae Bagi cookies," she quickly explains. "They'll be like Mama Niki's cookies, just with out own little twist."
Empanada grins, hurriedly flipping the page and writing out her excitement.
Crisis adverted.
"Do you want to rub the butter into the flour, or shall I do it?" She asks.
Empanada hesitates, before rolling up her sleeves. Just before they hit the four, Bagi manages to grab and wipe down both hands. Then, she beats an egg as her daughter does her best to mix it all together.
Both of them can tell that the texture is not what it is supposed to be; Bagi hurriedly adds the egg, sprinkles, and chocolate before she can be judged.
Thankfully, Empanada is more than happy to take the spoon and mix everything together.
"Be careful of your wrists," Bagi reminds, grabbing a tray and covering it in baking paper.
Once Empanada is happy with the mixture, Bagi lets her pick out some cookie cutter shapes while she quickly finishes off the mixing. It is not especially good mixture for shaping, but Enpanada wanted flower cookies and so Bagi will do her best; she rolls it out and Empanada cuts the shapes, and then everything goes in the oven.
Standing back up, Bagi is handed the notebook again. In it, Empanada asks to be allowed to go prepare baskets for everyone. Bagi helps her down from the counter, watching her run off to find things even as Bagi starts on the washing up.
Twenty minutes later, they have a batch of lopsided, oddly textured flower cookies. Bagi can only see their flaws, but Empanada is delighted as she sorts the still-warm cookies into the baskets all decorated up for each of the other households.
Of course, they both taste test first, and leave some for themselves. Bagi... thinks they might be a bit sweet, but Empanada giggles happily so perhaps they are a success.
It's when Empanada takes a fourth cookie that Bagi decides to intervene.
"Go get your coat, and we can make some deliveries," Bagi smiles at her.
Almost immediately, Empanada runs off. Bagi checks the oven is off, throws the baking paper in the bin, and leaves the last few bits of washing up for the evening.
Soon enough, Empanada is back. Bagi helps her with the buttons and in carrying the rest of the baskets, and they set of on their latest little quest.
[All I could think of was making easter cookies and Em in a cute little special easter bonnet and dress carrying baskets of cookies around to all the other islanders, Bagi there also slightly dressed nicely but with her big muddy boots. So it doenst have to be easter cookies, but please imagine.]
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do-re-memes · 1 year
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— dream daddy ; sentence starters.
part one of eight.
❛ this hasn't worked on me since i was six. ❜
❛ i'm sorry, __. this is the end for me. ❜
❛ __, i bequeath you all my earthly possessions. ❜
❛ i got most of it done, i think. ❜
❛ right. yup. definitely repressed that memory. ❜
❛ nice try, but this is important blackmail for later down the road. ❜
❛ __, i promise you, wholeheartedly, that i will never stop mixing those two up. ❜
❛ yeah, i remember explaining that to the police. ❜
❛ they didn't believe me either. ❜
❛ hey, remember when i shattered the front window playing catch? ❜
❛ we get it, __. you break stuff. ❜
❛ memories to make and stuff to break. ❜
❛ i think someone needs to do a three-point turn on their attitude. ❜
❛ i'm just gonna ignore that. but i won't forget it. ❜
❛ I GOT A PROBLEM WITH AUTHORITY! ❜
❛ i gotta get my hands on a nice, hot cup of the ol' bean juice or i'm gonna be useless all day. ❜
❛ why would i go somewhere else and drink coffee on a couch when i could just drink better coffee at home on my own couch and not have to make awkward eye contact with other people? ❜
❛ __... are you just afraid to meet new people? ❜
❛ are you actually fine or are you just saying that? ❜
❛ i wanted to say "baby" because i thought it would sound cool, but once i said it, i realized that it just doesn't sound good coming out of my mouth and maybe i should just leave saying "baby" to the professionals. ❜
❛ see? it sounds good when you say it. ❜
❛ __, i already have an irrational fear that my skeleton will one day escape this flesh sack and run amok. please don't encourage it. ❜
❛ you can never be too careful. see that baby over there? government operative. ❜
❛ you definitely coulda' caught that. ❜
❛ do you get the feeling he was trying to one-up us? ❜
❛ that was the smoothest recover i've ever seen. i should be taking notes. ❜
❛ well, it's never too late to get back into it, dude! ❜
❛ come on, it'd be fun! we could grab breakfast afterwards, catch up. ❜
❛ are you gonna be okay by your lonesome? ❜
❛ holy crap, it's 6am? who does 6am anymore? ❜
❛ i gotta stop falling asleep on the couch. ❜
❛ you ready to kick some butt? ❜
❛ i try to educate myself about the world around me. i'm like a sponge for knowledge. soaking up all that intellectual content—you know, history... the paranormal... wilderness survival... uh... aliens. mostly those things. ❜
❛ i'm dying. i can feel my life force draining through every orifice of my body. ❜
❛ oh. this is fast. this is very fast. ❜
❛ you don't have to push yourself like that! always know your limits. ❜
❛ oh no, i must have fallen asleep. what time is it? ❜
❛ okay, wise guy, are you gonna help me or not? ❜
❛ it hadn't even crossed my mind that something might be wrong. ❜
❛ i just wanted to ask—is everything okay at home? ❜
❛ see if you can talk to her about it. i know she values you a great deal and would appreciate your guidance. ❜
❛ i'm still a little bit in shock that __ was able to hide this so well from me. ❜
❛ so, did you have fun gossiping about me? ❜
❛ __ and i actually just gossiped about our celebrity crushes. ❜
❛ ... have you been reading my tweets? ❜
❛ just... i want you to know that you can talk to me about anything. ❜
❛ uh... it's a... i don't think you'd get it. ❜
❛ let's eat something disgusting for dinner! ❜
❛ would you do me the honor of sharing some nachos? ❜
❛ these are bad. these are very bad. ❜
❛ something's been bothering me for a while. ❜
❛ dude, you gotta be more specific. ❜
❛ i'm so... proud? ❜
❛ ALRIGHT, I'LL DO IT IF YOU STOP CHANTING. ❜
❛ if there's only one #1 dad, why are there so many mugs here that say that? ❜
❛ i'm all over those terrible store-bought sugar cookies that everyone brings to parties. ❜
❛ don't you want to meet some of the people in the neighborhood? ❜
❛ i'll probably end up standing uncomfortably in the corner with a plate of food and hope no one talks to me. ❜
❛ __, you're a beautiful work-in-progress. we will get that butterfly to emerge from the cocoon. ❜
❛ what? no. we have to be fashionably late. who shows up to a cookout on time? ❜
❛ you know what? we're going early. just because you said that. ❜
❛ ugh, i don't want to have to make friends. ❜
❛ but i lost some of me out there. ❜
❛ i'm prepared to do anything to survive. ❜
❛ that's cold-blooded. i like that. ❜
❛ __, it's a game. we're playing pretend. it's what kids do. ❜
❛ live a little. ❜
❛ well, i don't think it's fair to try and compare two art movements like that. ❜
❛ dude, i have no idea what's happening. ❜
❛ there's still a few odds and ends to take care of before i can really call myself "settled," but i think we can upgrade the situation to "livable." ❜
❛ it's a flower crown. i thought you'd look cute in it. ❜
❛ are you making friends? you better be making friends. ❜
❛ well, that was... that was certainly something. ❜
❛ it's definitely an... interesting... choice. ❜
❛ i hope you know that while my anger may have been justified, it was no such way for a gentleman to act. ❜
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My Mother Will Start To Worry
Characters: Steven Grant x Reader 
Summary: Just some cute domestic style fluff with the lovely Mr. Steven Grant. 
Word Count: 1173 words 
Prompt: #10: A and B bake/cook together. 
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“Are you sure about this love?” Steven asked for the tenth time since you had bustled into his kitchen carrying a large variety of bags.  
“I am certain about this. Look, I know you don’t want to be a bother, that you hate feeling a burden, but this will be fun, and I WANT to do this for you. So, get that cute arse of yours into this kitchen and help me figure out what I’ve got for which recipe. I’ve not made any of these yet, so they might turn out totally crap, but that’s part of the fun.” You gave him a bright smile and he found his feet moving of their own volition.  
Steven picked up the pile of papers you’d placed on the counter, raising an eyebrow as he fought to hold back his own smile. You were always so thoughtful and the warm, fuzzy feeling he got when you were around was rather addictive. Of course, you would have gone out of your way to include him in little things, that was just the kind of person you were.  
It had been a few days ago, the two of you sitting on your sofa watching old episodes of The Great British Bake Off. Steven had felt the most relaxed he’d ever been in his life, snuggled into the cushions and chuckling at all your little comments on the bakes.  
“I bet that tastes gorgeous! I mean, just look at how good that gingerbread tree looks!” You had enthused. 
“I wouldn’t know, not like it’s vegan, is it.” He’s shrugged, totally unaware of you now staring at him as he carried on watching the program. It wasn’t a big deal to him, he was used to not having things, but you were floored by this revelation.  
Of course, you knew gingerbread wasn’t vegan what with the eggs and stuff, it just had never really occurred to you how many treats you took for granted that you couldn’t share with the sweet man sat beside you. Memories of baking with your family surfaced, and you realised that Steven possibly never had that, and that made you feel so sad.  
That’s why you had landed at his place late this morning with a whole host of things for baking a vegan sweet feast. Not that you had any idea how it would turn out, or if the recipes you’d found online were any good, you just wanted to give Steven an experience.  
“Okay, so you’ve got orange and cranberry cookies, pinwheel cookies, gingerbread?” His head shoot up and he looked at you with confused surprise.  
“Yeah, I found a vegan gingerbread and thought we could make gingerbread men. If it goes really well then, we could maybe attempt a gingerbread house next year.” You hummed as you lined up ingredients, completely unaware of the affect your words had on Steven.  
You had just implied that you would be spending next Christmas together, and his heart was doing flips. You saw a future with him? He’d hoped you did, but to have it confirmed in such a casual manner, as if he should already know, had him practically vibrating with happiness.  
“I’ve also got one there for a chocolate cake too. I thought it would be nice for us to have some desserts we can share, you know?” You looked over the kitchen counter at him and tilted your head a little, unable to decipher the expression on his face.  
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s- that’ll be...” He couldn’t form complete sentences, his mind still on the fact that you wanted to stay, that you intended to stay, and that you were finding ways to intertwine your lives.  
An hour later and the kitchen looked like a bombsite. There were mixing bowls and spoons and pans everywhere, but neither of you noticed the mess as you were too busy trying to follow the recipe for the chocolate cake.  
“Okay, but when it says ‘a large avocado’ does that mean all of it?” 
“Well, that’s what it says.” 
“But does it mean ‘all’ of it or just the insides?” You frowned at the piece of paper once more. This was supposed to be an easy one, but it was definitely far from it.  
“Let’s go with the flesh, the insides. I think that should be okay.” Steven looked at you with a hopeful smile.  
“Okay, you keep mixing and I’ll sort the avocado.” You nodded, grabbing a kitchen knife. “You know, I would never in a million years thought of putting avocado in a cake.”  
“Well, after this you might never do it again. Might taste bloody awful.” Steven chuckled, watching you with such tenderness. In all honesty, he didn’t care what it tasted like, he was enjoying the process and the experience of baking together.  
It was early evening by the time everything was done, washed up and packed away. On the kitchen counter sat a plate with a rather gooey looking chocolate cake, a cooling tray of slightly burnt orange and cranberry cookies, and a tub of hideous looking pinwheel cookies whose colours had all ran together creating rather a horrific effect of a frog in a blender rather than beautiful Christmassy swirls. The two of you were lounging on the sofa, a plate of tiny gingerbread men on the table in front of you.  
“You’ve got flour in your hair.” you giggled as Steven’s cheeks flushed red and he ran his fingers through his hair in an effort to look more presentable. “The salt and pepper look suits you.” 
“Oh yeah, the looking like a prat thing does it for you, does it?” He chuckled, trying not to freeze as you reached over and ran your fingers through his unruly curls.  
“You don’t look like a prat. More like a badger.” You smirked, now satisfied you’d brushed the white powder from his locks.  
“If I was a badger then I’d be hibernating, so you wouldn’t have to be worrying about vegan anything. Then again, if I was a badger, I’d have a hard time being vegan.” He frowned.  
“You are adorable, you know that?” You leaned in and kissed his cheek before he could even register your movements.  
“Yeah, well, gotta be something, right? Not like I’m a baker.” He watched you lean over and pick up a gingerbread, biting it’s head off and chewing thoughtfully.  
“I don’t know. I think with a bit of practice you might get a Paul Hollywood handshake.”  
Steven wasn’t as convinced, but he appreciated your encouragement. Perhaps the two of you could do more things like this together, things he’d never really attempted on his own. It definitely made it more fun to have a partner. That word seemed to float around in his chest. Partner. Whatever you two had, you hadn’t put a label on it, but he was rather hopeful you might.  
“Hey! Don’t eat ‘em all!” He pouted playfully, reaching over for a gingerbread. This was certainly something he could get used to.  
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thatwriterchaotic · 1 year
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The Bonfire 🔥 Chapter 2
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Summary: Alexandria decided to have it’s fall bonfire. A night where everyone would gather and spend time together. Things have been a little rough lately and the kids came up with the idea. You decided to make your pecan pie. It was a favorite by mostly everyone. Especially a man with a crossbow that’s been eyeing you lately.
word count: 1,227
pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
You headed out towards Carol’s house. You ran into Rick and Michonne on the way. You gave them a smile and wave.They must have been out just having a family day with Carl and Judith. You approached Carol’s house and knocked on her door. Not even a minute later the door was opened but it wasn’t Carol. You looked up and saw blue eyes looking back at you. It was Daryl. You wondered what he was doing here. “Oh hey! didn’t expect you” You said softly with a small smile. Daryl gave a small crooked smile back. “Hey uh yeah just came by to get somthin from Carol” Daryl said as he opened the door wider for you to come in.
You walked in and closed the door behind you. “Is it for the bonfire tonight?” You asked as you walked with Daryl towards the kitchen. You wondered what he might bring for it. Daryl wasn’t the worst cook but he knew he needed some help for the bonfire. He didn’t expect you to show up at Carol’s house. Not that it was a bad thing. He just always seemed to be in awe of you for some reason. There was something about you. You always had a smile on your face. The way when you laughed your nose scrunched up. Your eyes would squint showing the dimples on your face. Jesus Daryl get your head on straight you can gush over how pretty they are later Daryl said to himself.
You both entered the kitchen seeing Carol happily mixing something that seemed to be cookie mix. Carol looked up seeing you and Daryl. She stopped what she was doing and wiped her hands. Coming over to you and hugging you. You smiled and hugged her back. “Oh! Hi if it isn’t my favorite sidekick” She said happily before letting you go. Carol had become close with you when you baked together at the prison. “Hey it’s nice to see you back, you’ve been at the Kingdom for too long” You said as you leaned against the kitchen counter.
“I know I’m so happy to be back and see my family, especially you two love birds” Carol teased as she looked between you and Daryl. You blushed and looked away shyly. Daryl coughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “We ain’t no love birds woman” He said back looking at Carol. Carol laughed seeing you two all flustered. “So you need some supplies for your pecan pie and I’m helping you make chocolate chip cookies” She said as she looked to you and then Daryl.
“Pecan Pie?” “Cookies?” You and Daryl said at the same time. Carol giggled at the both of you. Only she knew that you both were making each others favorite. Carol thought it was the sweetest thing ever. You looked over at Daryl and smiled. “That’s my favorite” You said softly feeling your heart skip a beat. You wondered if he made them thinking about you. No that couldn’t be right, Can it? You quickly stopped your mind from racing. “Yeah, I thought it would be easy since I can’t bake and Carol could help me” Daryl said quickly giving his reason. He definitely made those cookies with you in his mind. He remember how much you missed the cookies your mom used to make you.
Daryl remembered everything you two would talk about. You were one of his closest friends but secretly he did want more with you. But he kept that to himself. He didn’t think he was enough for you. An old redneck being with someone like you. Daryl snapped out of his thoughts when you mentioned your pecan pie.
“Your pecan pie?” Daryl said a little excitement in his voice. You thought it was cute seeing him excited over something you made. “Yes, I wanted to make it since it’s been awhile and everyone really liked it last time” You explained as Carol got the supplies for it ready. “Could ya make one just for me?” Daryl asked with a small smirk. You laughed a little, you liked seeing Daryl relaxed he seemed more like himself. “If that’s what you want sure” You said with a smile, your dimples showing. God Daryl felt like he could just die there happily staring at your smile all day.
Carol smiled seeing how you two acted around each other. Both of you were so smitten for each other. She finished getting all the supplies you needed. “Alright there’s everything you should need” She said with a smile looking at you. You went over and gave Carol a hug. “Thank you so much” You said as she hugged you back. “Of course now go home and make that pie, I know Daryl’s just waiting to eat it” She said poking a little fun at him. Daryl snapped out of his own thoughts and glared at her.
You laughed and grabbed your things. “Well I’ll be seeing you guys later. Bye Daryl” You said softly waving goodbye before leaving. Daryl smiled and waved back watching you leave. Carol laughed seeing her best friend all smitten and in love. “Oh you got it bad, your blushing and everything” She said as she continued the cookie batter. Daryl grunted “I don’t know what your talking about” He said crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh shut it lover boy, you’ve been eyeing them since the prison. Why don’t you just confess?” She asked as she started mixing.
Daryl sighed as he leaned against the counter. “ I dunno, I just don’t think I’m good enough. My old ass with someone like them. Probably doesn’t like me back” Daryl explained as he picked at his thumb. Carol let out a short laugh “Ha! Have you seen the way they look at you? How they talk about you? Daryl it’s not one sided just go for it. Do it at the bonfire tonight. Quite romantic huh” She said looking at Daryl. Daryl smiled a little feeling a bit better. “Maybe, I mean I could bring her a cookie and some flowers I dunno..” Daryl said as he rubbed the back of his neck.
He didn’t know why this was so hard for him. Confessing his feelings to you made him nervous. I mean what’s the worst that could happen? He didn’t want to mess things up a ruin what you had. Carol smiled softly “Listen here old man just confess your feelings and see how it goes it might go a lot better than you think” She said as she washed her hands and dried them off before patting Daryl on his shoulder. Daryl nodded and gave Carol a crooked smile. Maybe things would work out better than he thought.
Second chapter of this adorable story. God Daryl's so cute all flustered isn't he? I hope you all are enjoying this story so far and another part is coming soon. See ya later!
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The Good, The Bad and The Ugly- Magical Mystery Ride chapter twenty five
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Wednesday- December 19th- Tyler’s house
Teddy stood in Tyler’s kitchen and added flour into the wet ingredients into a large bowl. She used a wooden spoon to stir the ingredients together. "Pretty One?" he called as he walked into the house, "I have food." Tyler walked into the kitchen with a pizza in one hand and a bouquet of roses in the other. 
She looked up at him and smiled. "Sweet One, are those for me?" she asked as he set the items down. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned back into him. "What is the occasion?" she asked as she tilted her head as his mouth found the nape of her neck.
"I have the best girlfriend ever," he chuckled. He examined the island. “What are you doing, Pretty One?” he asked. 
“Awww, Sweet One- I am not sure that’s true, but I appreciate the flowers. Love you to the moon and back” she replied, “To answer the question, I am making snickerdoodles to take to Lex tomorrow.” She turned her head to kiss his bearded cheek. “Mmmm, I will have to reward you properly later. Can you put them in the vase for me? I want to get the cookies into the oven before Lex’s game starts.”
Tyler rolled his eyes and reached into the cabinet for a vase. He teased, “A lesser boyfriend might get jealous that you insist on watching another team for the sole purpose of watching another man. And making him cookies too? That's the next level.”
“It’s a good thing that my boyfriend is a superior man then,” she teased back as she began to roll the cookies into balls. “Also, I am making enough for you too, Sweet One. I would never leave you out.” Tyler sat at the kitchen island and watched Teddy in "her element'. The first batch went into the oven a few minutes before the puck dropped. 
Teddy sat next to Tyler and looked at him taking a swig of beer. "Shit," she said, "I left my drink." She walked back into the kitchen. She stared for a moment before finally settling on a mixed drink, "Hey Sweet One, I am going to stay over tonight. Is that okay?"
"Is Tipsy Teddy staying too?" he laughed, “You never have to ask if it’s okay for you to stay the night. You are always welcome in my bed.”
"Absolutely," she said as she heard the game and returned with her glass. Her head popped as she heard the commentary from the announcers.
Now we have gloves coming off and it is Oleksiak and Wilson. And Oleksiak down and Wilson will skate around and eventually go to the box. Somebody better grab onto Oleksiak there. He was popped by Tom Wilson and is going to need some help getting to the dressing room. The first time Tom Wilson sees the Pittsburgh Penguins since that hit back in the playoffs last year. Isn’t on the ice for more than ten seconds. And he took offense to a big hit earlier in the sequence. Good on Wilson for not continuing after he KOs Oleksiak right there. That was all a by-product of a big hit earlier in the sequence. 
The glass fell out of Teddy's hand and shattered on the floor. "Lex?" Teddy's voice sounded small and unsure. Tyler tore his eyes from the TV and saw the look of horror on her face. She took a step and her bare foot landed on a jagged piece of glass. She winced and Tyler leapt over the couch to pick her up. He swiftly carried her to the kitchen island. Teddy's eyes focused on the TV at the replay of the fight. The camera focused on Sidney Crosby in a shouting match with Alex Ovechkin. She smiled without thinking, "Thanks, Sid." 
Tyler pulled the glass out her foot and applied pressure to her foot. "Hold it there," he said. She placed her hand on the cloth, craned her head and watched Lex walk down to the tunnel. Tyler turned his head, picked up the remote and turned off the TV. "You don't need to see anymore." he said softly. Teddy protested and Tyler silenced her with a kiss. "Pretty One, you will only work yourself into a lather," he said calmly, "We need to get your cut bandaged first." 
Teddy watched him work efficiently. He cleaned the wound and then bandaged it neatly as she zoned out. The image of Lex's blank stare on the bench played on a loop in her mind. Tears started to fall, "How bad do you think he's hurt? Will he have to go to the hospital?" she asked quietly.
Tyler looked up and wiped her tears. "Hey, Big Rig will be okay. They are checking him for a concussion right now. Then they will check to make sure nothing is broken on his face."
"How long will it take to find out?" she questioned. 
"Definitively? A couple of hours? It will be after the game," he answered, "Let's put on a movie. You text Big Rig and I will text Crosby. One of them will let us know."
Teddy reluctantly agreed and sent the text to Lex asking him to contact her. Then Tyler carried her back to the couch. "Princess Bride?," he asked but already knew the answer. The buzzer from the oven went off. Tyler took the cookies out of the oven and put them on the counter to cool. “We can deal with the cookies later,” he said as he climbed over the couch with a warm snickerdoodle in his hand. She smiled and leaned her body into his. After a few minutes she drifted off to sleep. Tyler reached for his phone and sent two quick texts. One to Lex asking him to call Teddy as soon as possible. One was to Crosby asking for an update. 
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Tyler gently shook Teddy and her eyes slowly opened. "Your phone is ringing," he explained. 
She bolted upright and lunged for it. She answered without looking at the screen
Teddy: Are you okay? Lex, are you okay?
Sidney Crosby: Teddy- it’s not Lex. 
Teddy looked at the phone and saw “Anonymous” 
Teddy: Who is this?
Sidney: It’s Sidney Crosby. Seggy asked me to call you to update you on Big Rig. You know it seems like deja vu. Didn’t we have a conversation last December about Big Rig?
Sidney laughed and Teddy was silent. 
Sidney: I am sorry, Teddy. That was a bad attempt at a joke. 
Teddy: Oh no, I am sorry. I am just a little emotional. 
Sidney: I understand. I don’t have a lot of information, but they are fairly certain that he has a concussion. The severity of the concussion is undetermined right now, but they should have some more information tomorrow. He will fly back with the team tonight and they will do more tests in the morning. 
Teddy: Have you spoken to him? Is he okay? 
Sidney: You know him better than I do. He seemed to be managing. 
Teddy: I was going to fly in Friday morning to see him for his birthday. I was hoping that I could surprise him at practice that day. Can I still do that?
Sidney: That’s Friday. He should be here then, but not practicing. Shouldn’t be a problem for you to see him. I will make the arrangements to get you in. 
Teddy: Ummm, Sid? How will he get home tonight? Should he drive?
Sidney: I will make sure to get him home tonight safely. Don’t worry Teddy. It looked worse than it is. 
Teddy: You don’t know me, Sid. Worry is my middle name. Thank you for calling me though. I am sorry for the things I said to you in March. 
Sidney: I deserved the words, Teddy.  No thanks necessary. 
Teddy looked over to see Tyler staring at her, "Go ahead and make the call."
"What call?" Teddy questioned. 
"The call to your Dad to move up the jet," he replied calmly. Teddy crawled across the couch to Tyler and sat facing him. He looked at her and then looked down. “Pretty One, why wait until Friday morning . You are not going to be able to focus on anything else until you lay eyes on him. Go ahead and fly out early so you can see him. That’s all I am saying,” he answered quietly. 
“Is it really all that you want to say?” she asked quietly, “It seems like you want to say something else.” 
“There may be a twinge of jealousy in there. I don’t want it there to be, but it’s there,” he admitted. 
“Jealousy of what?” she asked as she grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers. 
“I am afraid that you are more concerned about him than me.  It’s silly,” he confessed.
“Feelings are not silly, Sweet One,” she stared at him until he lifted his head and met her eyes. “This is my first experience with someone that I care about getting injured so maybe I am not handling it well. I don’t know. It was a tough thing to watch, but that doesn’t mean that I care more about Lex getting injured than if you were injured. If that had been you, I don’t think you could peel me off the floor. I wouldn’t be able to wait until the next day to get to you.” 
Teddy felt the tears form in her eyes. “I don’t want to imagine if that was you. The thought alone makes my heart race, but I would have immediately picked up the phone and gotten to you by the end of the game. Nothing could keep me from you” The tears slowly released and rolled down her face. 
“Shhhh,” Tyler whispered, “Don’t think about it. I am sorry that I got jealous.”
“No, I understand what you are feeling,” she kissed his cheek, “You are my number one priority. Got it?”
“Got it. Now make the call so we can go to bed,” he squeezed her tight. 
Teddy’s phone rang and she looked down to see Lex’s face. 
Teddy: Hey Lex
Lex: I can’t talk long. The plane is about to take off. Sid said that he spoke to you.
Teddy: He did. 
Lex: So you saw the fight?
Teddy: Yes, I did. 
Lex: I am okay, Bliss. Don’t worry about me. 
Teddy: Have you met me? Did that punch knock all memory of me out of your brain? I worry about you on a normal day. Watching you unable to skate to the bench? That was a sucker punch to the gut. Not worrying about my best friend isn’t an option. 
Lex: Try not to worry?
Teddy: I will try. Do you have food at your apartment? 
Lex: Bliss…..
Teddy: Answer the question
Lex: No, I don’t have food. I was going to go grocery shopping tomorrow.  I’ll figure it out somehow.
Teddy looked over at Tyler with a pained look on her face. He whispered “I know. You need to go now. I will call your dad.” 
Teddy: Okay well, I will talk to you tomorrow and we’ll figure out the grocery thing, okay?
Lex: Bliss, please don’t worry too much about me
Teddy: I will try. Love you Lex. 
Lex: Love you too.
Teddy put her phone down and went to find Tyler who was finishing his phone call with Robert. He turned to her, “You leave at 4:30 to arrive at 7 AM. There will be a car waiting to take you to Big Rig’s apartment. They will have breakfast for you to take to him.” She ran to him and jumped into his arms. “Woah, Pretty One,” he laughed. 
She showered him with kisses, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“Thank you for what?” he asked.
“Taking one look at my face and knowing what I needed to do. Then you made it happen,” she began to laugh but then got serious. He shook her gently to lighten the mood. She rested her head on his shoulder. “Sweet One….” she began before her voice cracked. He squeezed her tight, “How did I get so lucky? How did I get so lucky that you fell in love with me?” 
“Nope, I am the lucky one,” he insisted “You do what you need to do and then come back to me, okay?” He started to carry her up the stairs. “I can think of one way you can reassure me before you leave,” he laughed. 
“Oh really? What is that?” she inquired. 
“Help me get lucky with that hot Teddy. I love her so much,” he kissed her softly.
“Not as much as she loves you,” she replied.
THE NEXT MORNING- LEX’S APARTMENT
Lex lifted his head off of the pillow and set it back down. He could see the sun beginning to rise through his curtains. He did a quick assessment of his body. Nothing hurt below the shoulders other than his right hand, which was bruised. He brought it up to gingerly touch the cut below his left eye. All things considered he had come relatively unscathed from the fight the night before. Well, except for that pesky concussion. Lex silently cursed to himself. It was his first concussion in the NHL, but he knew enough that the diagnosis would require him to jump through multiple hoops to get back on the ice. Now was not the time that he wanted to be away from the team and potentially drop down on the roster.  
Lex was lost in these thoughts when he heard the knock on the door. He looked at his phone for the time. It was seven thirty AM. Crosby had instructed that he would be by at 8:15 to drive him to the rink. The knocking persisted and he got up. “Coming,” he called as he padded barefoot through the living room to the door. He opened the door to find not a NHL captain standing there, but a fiery redhead. “Bliss?” he choked out in surprise, “What are you doing here?” She didn’t speak immediately and he rubbed his eyes quickly to make sure that he was , in fact, awake. The sharp pain when he rubbed over his cut was proof that he was awake after all. 
Her face pinched up ever so slightly at the sight of his facial injuries, but she quickly masked it with a smile. “Lex!” she called as she lifted the paper bag containing breakfast, “Are you hungry? I didn’t realize that when Tyler arranged the breakfast to be in the car when I landed that it would be quite this much food. I mean Tyler really didn’t pick out the food. It was probably Mary. Do you remember her? She is Daddio’s assistant. Tyler probably did tell her to do breakfast, but didn’t do the details. All though he is remarkably good at details.” She rambled as Lex studied her. He tried to identify what he was feeling in the moment but he couldn’t put a label on it. 
“Bliss, come inside,” he interrupted her free form rant. 
She stopped midthought and blinked at him, “Yes, yes, yes- I should come in now.” She stepped in quickly. She surveyed his apartment quickly. It seemed to be in relative order considering Lex was a bachelor who traveled frequently.  Lex quickly took the large bag of food from her. “Hey,” she protested and playfully swatted his arm. 
“I am not an invalid, Bliss,” he said quickly. 
She watched him set the bag down and turned to look at Lex, “I know that you are not an invalid, but neither am I." She pushed him off to the side. "Did you eat anything when you came back from Washington?" 
"No," he replied as she started setting out food. His stomach growled and he reached for the sausage, egg and cheese sandwich. She smiled as he unwrapped and started eating. 
“So you have an appetite. That’s good news I suppose,” she teased. 
“What? I am a growing boy,” he laughed, “So why are you here, Bliss. Not that I am complaining, but why are you here?”
She stepped closer and examined his face slowly, “I had to see for myself. I had to make sure that you were okay.” 
“You didn’t have to fly to Pittsburgh to do that, Bliss,” he looked down as he ate, “You didn’t have to come all this way because I got in a stupid fight.”
“I actually was planning on coming anyway,” she said as she put her egg souffle on the plate along with the fruit. Lex’s head snapped up in question. “My best friend’s birthday is tomorrow. I didn’t get to celebrate with him last year. I wasn’t going to miss it this year,” she explained.” 
Lex looked at her as she sat at the bar and began eating. He nudged her and smiled, “You were going to surprise me? What if I had a girl here when you showed up?” 
Teddy looked at him and blinked, “Do you have a girl here Lex?” 
“Not now,” he laughed, “I was a little tired last night.” They both laughed. The laughter was a little forced on both sides. Suddenly tears filled Teddy’s eyes and she looked away. “Bliss, it was a joke. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Furiously, she wiped the tears and refused to turn back to face him. “Bliss, talk to me.” 
She took a few ragged breaths and then inhaled deeply. “Get it together. Don’t be a baby,” her anxiety mocked, “Gah, you don’t think Lex has better things to do than walk on eggshells around you?” A wave of sadness washed over her and she began to wonder if coming to see him was a good idea after all. “I’m sorry, Lex,” she finally whispered, “I just remembered last night and the image flashed in my head. I am sorry.” He placed a hand on her back and she felt the warmth. 
“Bliss, what’s going on in your head?” he asked gently. 
She forced a smile and turned back to face him, “Nothing. I am fine. Everything’s fine.” 
“Bullshit,” he smiled back. 
“Touche,” she replied, “Okay it’s not fine, but it will be okay…. eventually.”
“Okay,” he said softly, “You know that you can talk to me, right?”
“Of course,” she smiled tightly, “What time do you have to be at the rink? I promised Crosby that I would drive you.”
“What?” he laughed, “I can drive, Bliss.”
“Take it up with your captain, Lex,” she laughed. 
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Geno skated up to Sidney toward the end of practice, “Who is redhead by ice? I’ve seen her before.” 
Sidney looked over toward Geno and replied, “Oh, that’s Teddy. She’s Big Rig’s uhhhhh, friend.”
Geno looked again, “Girlfriend? I saw him with a different girl last week at Christmas party.” 
Sidney shook his head as the buzzer went off and started for the locker room. “Not girlfriend- friend friend. I don’t know. I think it’s complicated.” 
Teddy walked from the rink back into the locker room area after practice. She didn’t quite know what to do while she waited for Lex to be done with his examination and meetings with front office staff. She also couldn't shake the feeling that it had been a mistake to come to Pittsburgh. She dug out her phone and sent a text to Tyler. 
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“Hey Teddy,” Sidney called as he came out of the locker room. She looked up from her phone. “I see that you made it here safely,” he joked, “You didn’t even need me to sneak you in.” Teddy swallowed hard and didn’t say anything. “My jokes must be getting lost in translation,” he said softly.
“I’m sorry. I am just stressed about Lex and the concussion,” she answered. 
Sidney stood by her and leaned against the wall, “I wouldn’t worry too much about it. I don’t think it’s that severe. He should be back on the ice in a week or so.” 
“Is that a good or bad thing?” she asked quietly. 
“Depends on your perspective I suppose. It will be a good thing for Big Rig and the team. Probably not so good for you,” Sidney explained, “When I had my concussions, it was really hard for the people around me.”
“You had more than one concussion?” Teddy replied.
“Too many concussions. I missed a season because of one,” he answered casually. 
“I am sorry to hear that, Sid,” she sighed. They sat silently for a few minutes. Teddy was vaguely aware that this was probably out of his normal routine, but didn’t question it. “Since you have had concussions, what can I do to help Lex?” she questioned. 
“Nothing,” he answered quickly, “That’s the thing about concussions. It takes time for the body to heal. It may take days,weeks or months. He is going to get frustrated. Just be there to listen. That’s all you can do.” 
“So I don’t guess I needed to fly here to do that,” she laughed.
“Maybe not, but I know that it means a lot that you did,” Sidney said seriously. “Good, supportive friends are hard to find and I know that he appreciates you.”
Lex stepped out of the examining room and walked towards Teddy and Sidney. They looked up and said “Good News?” Then they laughed at each other. 
“Yeah, it’s mild. It should take me about a week to get through the protocol and get back.” Lex said softly. 
Sidney smiled broadly, “Best news all morning- right, Teddy?”
Teddy nodded enthusiastically, “The best news!” 
Sidney stood up, “I am going to leave. Teddy, will you be at the game?"
Teddy looked to Lex who shrugged, “I’ll let you know.” 
THAT NIGHT - PPG area
Teddy and Lex sat quietly in the press box. He was even more quiet than normal. Teddy tried to chalk it up to his concussion, but her gut told that it wasn't the case. At the end of the second period, Teddy went to the press lounge to grab snacks. She came back with an arm load of food and placed it down in front of Lex. He gave her a side eye and turned back to the game. “Ummmm, thanks Teddy for bringing me food,” she said to herself. 
“I didn’t ask you to bring me food, Bliss,” he said without turning around. 
“Have you eaten dinner?” she asked, “You need to eat something.”
“You know that I haven’t eaten dinner,” he sighed, “You have been with me all day.”
Teddy studied his profile and decided to let the comment go unresponded. She checked her phone and smiled. Tyler had scored in the second period. Lex looked at her and shook his head, “What did Tyler do? Score?” Her eyebrows creased together and she inhaled deeply. It was the second snide comment of the evening. 
She looked up at him as coolly as possible. “As a matter of fact, he did.” She sent a quick congratulations text and returned her attention to the game. They sat in silence until the end of the third period. 
Internally, Lex was beating himself up for the snide remarks. He knew that they had been hurtful and Teddy was doing her best to mask the pain. He tried to pinpoint this emotion that was raging through his body. It was not any ONE thing- anger, sadness, annoyance, and regret rolled into a big mess. He examined her from the corner of his eye. She sat stoically, pretending to care about a game that he knew she had no interest in the outcome. He knew that her interest rested solely on him and he was doing everything he could to make her feel unwelcomed. 
The truth is that he didn’t know what to do with her. When she came to visit in September, things were different- at least they were in his mind. First Penny was there and her presence acted as a buffer. He would be lying if he denied that  some very unfriendly thoughts had floated across his mind while she was there. The memories of their time together kept popping up and quite frankly, it took considerable effort to keep something else from popping up as well. Secondly, although he was supportive of her being with Tyler, it was still BRAND NEW and he wasn’t entirely sure it would last. He chalked it up to Tyler’s past rather than an indication that his feelings about Teddy were decidedly complicated. 
After she returned to Dallas, the friendship became easy. The support for her relationship was natural because she wasn’t right in front of him. She still looked as good as the first time he saw her. In fact, she looked better. She behaved the same way as before and it was warm and comforting. He hadn’t realized how much he had missed her presence in a non-sexual way. The reality was although her words and actions were primarily the same, she was not available to him. At least she wasn’t available to him in the way that he needed her to be. She was like a piece of forbidden fruit served up on a goddamn silver platter and he was pissed off about it. Now rationally, he could see that none of it was her fault. She was being her natural self with no intent to cross boundaries. “Let’s be honest here,” he told himself, “I am not even sure she is aware that there is a boundary or should be a boundary when we have NEVER had boundaries in the past.” 
He groaned to himself. What was he going to do about tomorrow night? He had a date for the team birthday dinner. He had a very hot date that he had spent quite a lot of time texting/chatting with over the past couple of weeks. He wasn’t sure if it was a love connection but it had potential. Then Bliss had come and surprised him and now the plan was in jeopardy. He was wrapped up in his own thoughts when she felt her hand on his arm. He looked up at her and she had an unreadable expression on her face. 
“The game is over. Pens won,” she said softly. 
“Oh,” he said in disbelief. 
“Do you need to go downstairs to see people before we leave?” she asked.
“Yeah, I should make an appearance,” he answered. 
Together they made their way to the bottom of the arena. Lex was greeted by words of support from fans, reporters and arena personnel as they walked. “You’ll get him next time,” was a popular theme. Teddy waited outside the locker room as Lex went inside for the post-game talk. When he walked back out afterwards, he was followed by his teammates. Reluctantly he introduced Teddy to his team. She could feel his reticence and it wounded her. “Is he embarrassed by me?” she considered. She was in utter confusion by his demeanor and actions. 
“Teddy!!” Crosby called jovially as he exited with Malkin and Letang. Lex made the brief introductions. 
“You are friend from Dallas?” Malkin asked, “In town for visit?”
Teddy smiled at Geno’s friendly demeanor. She was happy that someone didn’t seem annoyed by her presence. “Yes, Lex, ummm, Jamie is one of my best friends. We became buddies last year, right Lex'' she turned to him and asked. 
“Who is Lex?” Letang questioned. 
“Sorry, Lex is my nickname for him. I forget that you all know him by Jamie and have to correct myself,” she explained. 
“You came in for his birthday? Are you coming to the dinner tomorrow night?” Letang asked. 
Teddy looked up at Lex who looked pained. “I am not sure if I am invited but I would love to come,” she answered. “That is- if you trust me to not spill Penguin secrets to the Stars when I get back home.” Letang and Malkin’s eyebrows went up in surprise. She continued, “Ummmm, my boyfriend is Tyler Seguin so ummmm…..” She realized that it was a- a bad joke and b-they had no idea of the complicated past that she and Lex had shared. It hit her that her presence was confusing from anyone looking in from the outside. She looked to Lex for reassurance and found none. “Lex?” she asked softly, “Do you want me to come tomorrow night?”
Lex stared at her for a moment and decided that this was the moment of truth. It was time to rip the band-aid off. “No, I don’t,” he said, “I don’t want you to come tomorrow night.” Teddy felt her knees starting to buckle as she processed his words. “I have a date and I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come,” he said plainly.
“A date?” she thought to herself, “A date? He hasn’t mentioned anyone. She had specifically asked him last week if he had been seeing anyone and he had told her no. Now he has a date for a team birthday dinner? That didn’t seem to be a casual thing.” She looked up at him and forced a smile. “Oh, you didn’t tell me that you had plans. You didn’t tell me that you had a date,” she said with more snark than she intended in her tone, “You should have told me.”
Lex looked stunned but her snarky tone angered him more.  “I know, Bliss- I should have told you, but I didn’t have a chance. You swooped into today like some perverted version of a mother/girlfriend. You are NEITHER to me by the way. I didn’t ask you to come. I don’t need you to baby me and smother me. Did you just assume that I wouldn’t have plans on my goddamn birthday? That I would be sitting at home reminiscing about you? My world doesn't revolve around you, Bliss. It never will.”
“I know that your world doesn’t revolve around me,” Teddy stammered, “You could have told me. All you had to do was tell me.”
“Tell you when,” he asked, “You have been smothering me all DAMN DAY.”
Sidney and Geno exchanged a look then looked at Teddy who stared blankly at Lex.  
“Hey Big Rig, let’s take a moment to cool down,” Sidney said softly. 
“No- it’s okay, Sid,” Teddy said softly, “I behaved selfishly. I should have asked and not assumed that he would want to spend his birthday with his best friend. I know that if I had the option of spending my birthday with my best friend, I would take it in a heartbeat. I should have asked if he needed someone to assist him after the concussion. I know that I needed help after mine- just like you did.” She paced back and forth. “If I something happened to me, I stupidly thought you would be there if I needed help. I guess that was my mistake.” She stopped and looked him in the eye, “Maybe that’s the lesson I need to learn, right Lex? You were never as emotionally invested in me as I was with you. I thought you were my best friend. I guess it turns out that I was just the friend that you liked to fuck. Now that has gone away, I serve no purpose in your life.”
Sidney stepped towards Teddy, “Teddy….”
Teddy inhaled deeply, “Sid, can you take Lex back to his apartment or arrange for an Uber? I am going to my hotel now.” 
Lex looked up in surprise as she continued, “Yeah, I bet you thought I planned on sleeping at your place, huh? Like some love sick fool?” She crossed her arms and leveled her gaze at Lex. “For the record, I am not upset that you have birthday plans. I am happy for you. I am happy that you have friends that will celebrate with you. I am happy that you have a date and I hope that she is worthy of you,” she stopped as her voice cracked, “That is all i have ever wanted for you Lex- your happiness. Clearly being friends with me no longer brings that to you.  So goodbye and happy birthday.” She turned to walk away and turned around again, “but I call bullshit on you not being able to tell me. You had plenty of time to make snide little remarks all day damn so you had plenty of time to tell me the truth. Now why you chose not to- well, that’s on you to figure out. I am done being your emotional punching bag. Have a good birthday. You don’t have to worry about me smothering you ever again.”
Lex watched her walk away in silence as she wiped tears from her face. He felt the weight of Geno's stare. "G, it's complicated," he sighed. 
Geno shook his head, "No, it’s not complicated. You were asshole to your friend. Shame on you, Big Rig, shame on you.”
2 AM-Friday, December 21st- Pittsburgh Fairmont Hotel 
Teddy stared at the clock in her hotel room as if staring would make time pass by quicker or somehow magically put her to sleep. She replayed the conversation with Lex over and over in her mind. Her heart hurt and she could think of no logical reason for it. The sense of disappointment washed over her and she resented herself for feeling it. Lex had humiliated her in front of his teammates with his words and actions. She contemplated what she wanted and what to do next. This much was clear- she didn’t want to be in Pittsburgh and she wanted Tyler.
She sat up, got her phone and began texting. Her first text was to the pilots to ask for the quickest departure they could make. Then she arranged a courier to pick up Lex’s birthday gift from the hotel to his apartment. It was too late to cancel her other surprises. 
Eight hours later- Dallas
 Teddy climbed down the stairs of the jet onto the tarmac at Dallas Love Field airport. She got into her waiting SUV and stared out into the distance as her luggage was placed into the back. She checked the time. Tyler would be on the ice for practice. 
Without thinking, she drove on auto-pilot to the rink. She kept her composure, nodded and waved to the Stars social media team and stood beside the boards. Her eyes searched the sea of black practice jerseys for him as they skated up and down the ice in a drill. She finally found him in a line standing next to Benn. Since their fight in November, an uncomfortable truce had been formed between the two former friends. They were civil and professional on the ice but did not speak beyond what was necessary off the ice. It was Benn who noticed her first. He tapped Tyler on the shoulder and pointed to Teddy. Tyler looked up and they made eye contact and Teddy froze. Tyler’s mind raced, "What day was it?" Teddy wasn’t supposed to be home until tomorrow. Something was wrong and he could see it in her eyes. Tyler mouthed the words, “Are you okay?” She shook her head no. Benn leaned over “Go, I’ll cover for you.” 
Tyler skated over to the door nearest to her as quickly as he could. He opened it and stepped out, “Teddy? What’s wrong?” She ran into his arms and he lifted her up. “What’s wrong, Teddy?” he asked again, “Did Big Rig do something?” 
She tucked her face into his neck and began to sob. “It was a mistake. I should have never gone, Sweet One. I should have never gone to see him. It was horrible.”  He set her down, took off his gloves and wiped her tears. She waved off his hands and pressed her face into his chest. The tears flowed fast and hard. “I am an idiot, Tyler. I thought we were friends. I thought we were friends but we are not. You were right all that time. You were right that he was just using me to get laid. He never cared about me. He was never my friend,” she choked out in between sobs. 
Tyler listened to her words and struggled to make sense of it all. He guided her to the bench and they sat down. “Tell me,” he instructed, “Tell me what exactly happened. You are not making sense.” Teddy looked around suddenly and realized that practice was still going. She turned to Tyler who stopped her, “Chubbs said that he would cover for me. They can do without me. You are more important.” She nodded and began to describe the events of the past twenty four hours. Tyler’s hands reached out for her hands and he rubbed the backs of her hands with his thumbs to comfort her. 
When she finished, she looked up into his eyes, “See, I am an idiot. You were right. You were right all along.’ 
Tyler blinked slowly. He thought to himself, “If there was ever a time I wanted to put an end to this friendship between the two of them, this is the moment. I could squash it right now.” However, he looked at her and knew that he couldn’t do it. Not only would it break her heart, it would be the wrong thing to do. Big Rig may have fucked up, but he was a good friend to Teddy. He was a friend that Teddy needed in her life. He took a big gulp and said, “No, I was wrong then and I would be wrong if I made that claim now. Big Rig is your friend. Ask anybody and they will tell you the truth. Is it complicated? Yes, it is. Did you have a really messy and hurtful moment? Yes, you did. That happens with good friends.”
Teddy looked up in surprise and he continued. “Look, Big Rig and you have never been traditional friends. It has always been messy and complicated. I think that you, him- hell even me- underestimated how difficult it was going to be when you fell in love with other people. Things have changed, Teddy. Now your relationship has to change.” 
“But it did change. It changed, Tyler,” she interjected. 
“How? Just because you stopped having sex?” he countered, “It doesn’t matter if you having sex if you drop everything to go see him when he gets hurt. That’s a girlfriend move- not a friend move.”
“But I didn’t mean for it to be a girlfriend move,” she insisted, “I am your girlfriend. I have never been his girlfriend. I don’t want to be his girlfriend.” 
“I know that, Teddy,” he said softly, “I am secure in our relationship. I am secure in what your intentions are, but your actions send a message that you are not intending to send.” 
“So what do I do?” she asked. 
“Take a step back, spend some time apart and break that messy emotional connection,” he replied. 
“But I don’t want to lose my friend,” she sighed. 
“You won’t lose him. It will just be different,” he pulled her into a hug, “I promise you that you won’t lose your friend. I won’t let it happen on my watch.” 
“Are you sure that he is my friend?” she asked timidly, “Are you sure it wasn’t just about the sex?
“What? Do I think that he hung out with you, built a friendship with you just because of the sex? No, I do not,” he said with authority. “First you are underestimating how amazing you are. Also, don’t take this the wrong way,” he smiled, “but he could have gotten laid with far less complications with someone other than you.” She frowned. Tyler kissed her softly, “Believe me, Pretty One. Being friends with you, being in any sort of relationship with you is worth dealing with your complications. You are worth everything.It wasn’t just the sex, Pretty One. He was and is friends with you." He kissed her again with more passion. "I need to go back to work," he whispered, "Wait for me, okay?"
She shook her head no, "Can I just meet you at your house? I need a good snuggle from the boys." Teddy stopped and turned around. "Sweet One," she called, "Did you say that Benn covered for you? Why?"
"Not Sure," Tyler admitted, "I guess he saw your face and knew that you were upset."
Teddy glanced over at the captain who was completing a drill, "And he knew where I had been? He knew I was in Pittsburgh?"
"He probably overheard me talking about it," he answered.
Teddy smiled, "Can you tell him thanks from me? I appreciate it."
Tyler smiled, "Sure."
Lex's apartment- Pittsburgh 
Lex arrived from his first official day in the concussion protocol at the rink. It consisted of further testing and a light aerobic workout. He was replying to numerous birthday messages and contemplated what to eat for lunch. He looked over and saw the remaining pastries from the breakfast Teddy had brought yesterday. He sighed deeply and checked his phone again. There was no text or call from Teddy. He did receive a text from Johns questioning why Teddy had arrived at the rink in tears. "Fuck," he thought to himself, "Now Seggy knows. He will be lighting up my phone soon." 
He was lost in his thoughts when the doorbell rang. His head popped up in surprise. A courier stood with a large gift bag in his hand. "Are you Jamie Oleksiak?" The courier asked.
"That's me," he said as the courier handed him the bag. He signed the receipt and took the bag inside. Instinctively he knew it was from her, but it still surprised him. He pulled out the large containers of snickerdoodles and English toffee with a grin. Homemade goodies made with love were the Baxter women love language Gently he opened the card and read it- "Lex, Happy Birthday! I am so excited that I get to spend the day with you today. Here are some sweets for the sweetest man I know (with the exception of Tyler). Thank you for being the best friend a girl could ask for. You make me feel so strong and brave. I love you to pieces. Friends Forever, Bliss" 
He stared at the card and felt the ache in his heart. Obviously the card had been written prior to their fight last night. He was sure that the message would be decidedly different today. Nothing about his behavior yesterday had been sweet and anything that resembled what a best friend would do. His thoughts were disrupted again by a knock on the door. He groaned as he opened it and took the bag- a delivery of BBQ ribs and fixings with a card "I know that you are having steak later so I guess it is a Meaty Madness moment. Happy Birthday to the growing boy!" He read it again. "How did she know we are going to a steakhouse?" He asked himself. He pulled out his phone while he unpacked his ribs. 
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At the restaurant Lex stood with his date, Emma, waiting in the lobby when the group came into the restaurant. Sid approached the host and spoke softly, "Reservation under the name Baxter". The table was located in an intimate private room decorated with balloons and a birthday banner. Emma, the tall blonde, sat next to Lex at the center of the table. Sid sat across from him. Geno and Anna were to his left. Kris and Catherine were to his right. The evening went by quickly and was filled with laughter. Emma fit in with Catherine and Anna well.
When the evening wound down, the server approached Sidney. He asked, "Mr. Crosby, is all of the bill going on Ms. Baxter's card?" Sidney nodded yes as Lex's head popped up.
"Ms. Baxter?" Lex asked, "as in Teddy? Why would it go on her card?"
Geno scoffed, "Who you think planned dinner?" Lex looked shocked and then embarrassed. She planned an elaborate dinner and he told her not to come. 
Emma asked, "Teddy is the friend you were telling me about?"
Lex answered, "Yes, that's her."
Emma.said, "She planned your dinner but left this morning. Why?"
Lex said quietly, "I am not sure. She didn't say anything before she left." Emma's eyebrows raised while Geno and Sidney exchanged a look. They both knew exactly why Teddy left. They witnessed Lex specifically not inviting her and her heartbreak. However, neither were inclined to spread the information to Lex's date. 
Later that night after he left Emma's apartment, he texted Teddy one more time.
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December 31st- Bishop’s house
Teddy stood in the kitchen door and stared at Katie's back. The blonde wore a backless mini dress covered in gold sequins. She was making a drink for herself. Tyler walked up behind Teddy and rested his chin on her bare shoulder. "Go talk to her," he encouraged, "It is not her fault he was an asshole." He kissed her neck, "Seriously, talk to your friend. Don't let him take that from you," he advised, “You should hang to your friends if you can.”
“Does that apply to you too?” she countered. 
He shook his head up and down, “Touche”
Teddy stepped into the kitchen. She walked up behind the blonder and nudged her with her elbow. Katie turned her head and her eyes widened in surprise. Teddy laughed, "Ummmm, ma'am- did you have to wear that dress? Us mere mortals can't compete."
"Mere mortals? Teddy, you are a sex goddess and you know it," she teased back.
"You think so?" Teddy laughed again as she looked at the short dress she wore on a whim.
"Ask Tyler," she answered in a sing-song voice, "Isn't that right, Seggy?"
Tyler looked studiously at the floor and tried to blend into the background. Finally he answered, "Yep, she is a fucking goddess." Then he walked away to let them speak in private. 
Teddy looked at KT and shook her head before she threw herself into her arms, "I missed you girlie,"
"I missed you too," Katie sighed.
Teddy stepped back, "New rule- we don't let stupid boys come between us again."
"No more stupid boys will tear us apart again," Katie agreed. They into an instant rhythm of talking and spent the next hour catching up on the past month. Katie's mouth dropped open, "No that fucker DID NOT!" Teddy shrugged her shoulders. "Have you talked to him since then?" Katie asked. 
Teddy shook her head no. She looked up when she felt the tears fill her eyes. "I miss him," she sighed.
"Who sent the last text?" Katie asked.
"He sent a birthday text today," Teddy replied.
Katie pulled her into a hug, "It's a good sign. Let's face it. Men are idiots. You know that- I mean, look at Jam. They are idiots and they don't know how to make it better."
Teddy raised an eyebrow, "Any idiot in particular wants to make things better?" 
"You know who," Katie replied with a smile. 
Teddy looked back at Tyler who tried to blend into the wall. He had been unable to resist the temptation to listen in on the conversation. He raised an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders. Teddy turned, walked to him, grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss, "I am onto your peacemaking ways. You are not fooling me."
"It is the start of the new year. Do you want to go into it with all of the bullshit from this year?" He asked.
"Not all of it was bad," she said sincerely as she looked into his soft eyes, “In fact, the last three months have been wonderful.”
"Yes, the best part of my life happened this year despite me being an idiot," he replied as he kissed her, "Walk into the year with a clean slate."
"Will I get rewarded if I do?" she teased. He nodded and smiled.
 She walked away. Teddy saw him standing on the patio, leaning against the railing staring at the stars. She walked up and stood next to him. The captain glanced at her and then stared straight ahead. An amenable silence stood between them for a couple of minutes before Teddy spoke. "Did Tyler tell you thank you from me for covering for him at practice last week?” she asked. He nodded in affirmation. "Good, I did appreciate it. You could have said something snarky but you didn't, " she said quietly, "I was thankful ."
He turned and raised an eyebrow, "Nothing snarky to say. Of course you would go check on your friend." He smiled and leaned forward, "I saw the hit. It was nasty and unnecessary. He's coming into town this week. I could punish him for it." 
Teddy's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Oh really?" She studied his face to see if he was joking and/or teasing her. She found instead a look of compassion and concern. Teddy thought for a moment. Part of her wanted to say yes but she hesitated. "Question- is that a friend request or a girlfriend request?" she asked with sincerity. He tilted his head in confusion. "If Tyler had been knocked out, then as his girlfriend, I could make the request for punishment, right? But Katie, as his friend, could not. So it's girlfriend request and not a friend request." Benn nodded his head in understanding. "Lex can and will fight his own battles. He would be upset if I made a girlfriend request so thank you, but no thank you."
"Just wanted to make a peace offering," he sighed.
 “Oh, I know that the offer was made with good intentions,” she soothed. Again Teddy studied his face. She was again struck by the resemblance between Benn and Chaz, but she looked into eyes and saw gentleness. It was a gentleness that she never saw in Chaz. She smiled, "Did I ever tell you that you look just like my ex, Chaz?" He shook his head no. "He wasn't a nice guy by any stretch of the imagination.  He abused me in all the different ways," she explained, "It occurs to me that I may not have given you a fair shot when I met you." He furrowed his brow. She continued, "It is also possible that you might have picked up that vibe and formed some opinions about me that weren't true." He didn't respond. "That doesn't excuse what you did and said," she commented, "but I am willing to try again."
"What like a truce?" he asked.
"No, like a new beginning without the bullshit," she said.
He reached out his hand, "Hey, I'm Jamie. I hear my buddy, Tyler, is crazy in love with you."
"Hey, I am Teddy. I hear that my friend, Katie, is crazy in love with you." She smiled.
"Nice to meet you," he smiled, "Think you might put in a good word for me tonight. I am hoping to get lucky tonight."
"With who- Tyler or Katie?" She laughed as they walked back into the house.
"Oh- you're funny!" He laughed, "The one with the pretty face.”
"That doesn't really narrow it down, dude," she smiled. Katie and Tyler stood and watched in amazement as former enemies walked in together with big smiles on their faces. Teddy walked over and kissed Tyler’s cheek. "Hey, I met your captain, Jamie. He is a new friend for a new year." He raised his eyebrows as she continued, "Now I have to go get my old friend back. Be back in a few minutes." She walked back into the backyard, pulled out her phone as Tyler watched from the window.
Lex: Bliss? 
Teddy: Is now an okay time? Are you busy?
Lex: I have time to talk to you. Let me get somewhere quiet. 
He walked outside of the party
Lex: Happy Birthday Bliss
Teddy: Thanks. 
Lex: I am glad you called. I missed you so much.
Teddy: What did you miss?
Lex: I missed my friend- the one that organized a birthday surprise for me. The surprise I didn't deserve. I was an asshole, Bliss, and I am so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?
Teddy: Why? Why were you so mean?
Lex: I was confused, Bliss. I had a lot of feelings and I didn't not handle them well. I took it out on you when it wasn't your fault.
Teddy: We're messy, Lex. We have always been messy and complicated. There is a reason that we have rules. What are they?
Lex: No jealousy, honest communication, respect each other boundaries- physical and emotional 
Teddy: Right- I didn't respect your boundaries and came in acting like before we became just friends. I will respect the boundaries of our friendship from now on.
Lex: I wasn't honest. I will be honest from now on
Teddy: New year, New start as JUST FRIENDS
Lex: BEST FRIENDS 
Teddy: I need to go Lex. Tyler is waiting for me.
Lex: Yeah, my date is waiting for me too.
Teddy: One day you’ll tell me about her?
Lex: Yes, tomorrow I will tell you about her. I really like her. 
Teddy: Really? That makes me happy, Lex. Talk to you tomorrow.
Lex: Happy New Year Bestie
Teddy: Happy New Year Bestie
Teddy walked back into the house and found Tyler talking with Radalov. She stood behind him and wrapped her arms and his waist. Her cheek rested against his shoulder blade. "Sweet One, can you come with me?" 
"Pretty One, it is almost midnight. Where are we going?" he asked.
"I need to talk to you," she teased as she guided him to the bathroom at the end of the hall. "Do you remember this hallway? We ran into each other on that first day?" she asked. Tyler smirked and shook his head up and down. She pulled into the bathroom, shut the down behind him and locked the door behind. With a grin, she hopped onto the counter. "Want to know a secret?" she whispered, "You turned me on that day."
He stepped to her and spread her legs with his body. "You turned me on that day," he smiled as he pushed her dress up her thighs, "I should have made a move then."
Teddy shook her head, "I am glad that you didn't. I am glad we were just friends first. I am glad that it wasn't messy and confusing." She kissed his cheek.
"Me too. I would have fucked it up, Pretty One. I would have fucked it up so badly," he ran his fingers through her hair, "Are we going to do what I think we are going to do in here?"
"What do you want to do in here?" she teased. 
"I think you know," he teased as he kissed her neck. 
"The answer is yes, but I have to say something to you first" she moaned as he nibbled on her neck. "You have to stop so I can say what I need to say," she pleaded.
He groaned and stopped, "What do you need to say, Pretty One?"
Teddy took a deep breath, "In the spirit of leaving the bullshit in the past and starting the new year with a clean slate, I want to apologize to you." 
He tilted his head, "Apologize for what?"
"I want to apologize that I behaved inappropriately when Lex got hurt. I want to apologize that my actions may have caused any confusion about where my heart belongs," she said softly. "My heart belongs to you- to you and you alone. You are the one I want when I am happy and you are the one I want when I am sad.  You are the one I want, period- end of story."
Tyler placed his hand on her cheek and smiled,  "Thank you for telling me. I don't think an apology was necessary."
Teddy bit her lip, "I can't wait to start this new year with you. It's going to be the best year of my life."
"Really? How so?" He asked. 
"I get to spend it with you,” she kissed him softly, “I get to love you and be loved by you. Nothing could be better than that.” 
“Oh yeah,” he whispered, “Nothing can be better than that.” He reached up to pull her panties down and discovered none. “Pretty One, have you gone commando all night?” he questioned. She nodded yes as his fingers began to explore. “You were planning to seduce me all along?” he joked as unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. 
“Maybe, maybe not,” she gasped as he thrust into her. 
They heard the party crowd begin the countdown to the new year. “Shit, we are going to miss it,” he panted.
“I am not missing anything, Sweet One,” she moaned as she rocked her hips, “I am exactly where I want to be, starting the new year in the best way possible. Can you think of a better way to start the new year?” 
“Better than this? Nothing is better than this,” he smiled as he kissed her again, “Fucking you into the new year.” The chants of “Happy New Year” erupted below. 
“Happy New Year, Pretty One. I love you,” he panted as he fucked her.
“Happy New Year, Sweet One. I love you,” she panted in return. 
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Jean walks up to you and looks a bit down. He wraps his arms around you and squeezes you.
"Please, just let me hold you and be held for a moment."
How does the rest go?
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Jelly!! Ugh, if only!! (when you send me these, you want Jeliza right? Not reader insert? Just checking LOL)
My sweet boy, I want nothing more than to help him feel better, and it makes me feel so special he comes to me to do so.
I'll hug him back right away, and ask what's wrong. It's okay if he doesn't want to talk, maybe later. Maybe he's just worn down and it's been a long day.
I'll make him look at me and remind him I'm always here for him and completely his and we're in this life together.
He sighs a little and his eyes are glistening and while hugging tight again he tells me I'm his happy place, and I tell him the same.
I'll ask if he wants to go get something to eat, or maybe lay down for a bit. Depending on his mood, going to bake together might be the best option, or perhaps lots of extra cuddles will do the trick.
In the kitchen I'll put some music on and be playful while making cookies and dust flour on his cheeks and he gets to smiling and I have to call truce before it gets out of hand and more ingredients are on each other than in the mixing bowl. Once cookies are baking we help clean each other off and continue the affection and sit and talk a little. Turns out he's just having a day. I ask if it's a little better now and, he says it is :)
However if he's really down we just head to bed, get in our comfy clothes, I miiiight try to put the tv on to something we've seen multiple times to see if it could help, but it's on low and we don't pay attention much. Jean still can get overwhelmed by his emotions sometimes, do I'll remind him to breathe properly while we cuddle. I know he wants to be with me but his mind won't stop. I use words of affirmation and reassurance and remind him how much he means to me and that everything is okay. He doesn't say much which is perfectly fine but I know he's here with me with all the squeezes and touches.
Either way we get through the evening/night and the next day he's a little blushy as he mumbles his thanks and everything. He's so adorable, getting shy after he knows I'm here to take care of him with anything. He does it for me too during moments when it's me instead!
I'm headed to bed now and just gonna imagine I'm taking care of this guy for real and have nice dreams. Thanks Jelly! <3
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Stick Shift
Summary: Rick thinks he freeing Y/n. Y/n thinks she's the problem.
Tags: Angst, No comfort, Age Difference, Reader is 25 Rick is in in 40.
A/n: This was when I was on my Walking Dead kick. Finally got it edited.
But today I drove through the suburbs
Crying 'cause you weren't around
  You pulled into the post-apocalyptic suburbs; in a separate car than what Glenn and you left in. Your earlier pride of find and driving said care was gone. Now in it place was a numb type of sadness. It was stupid. You know that. Getting worked up over the fact you were driving a stick shift. All on your own. But Rick. Your boyfriend; ex-boyfriend now. He had been the one to teach you how to drive a stick shift. Before Virginia. When the group was still in the prison. When you were both still happy.
  “Come on,” his southern drawl was clear as day. You let out a puff of air. Head pushing against the headrest. “This was your idea. You gotta confess something.” You started to hate that you suggested this game, but the drive was so damn long. You didn’t have the radio to help distract you. No, it was just you, Rick, and a long stretch of Georgia backroad. The former sheriff’s right hand shifted off the steering wheel. Moving carefully as not to catch your attention. You were still racking your brain for a secret to tell. Then a yelp left your mouth. You jumped in your seat making the older man laugh. Hand retreated to the wheel.
“That’s what you get for taking so long pumpkin.” He grinned; eyes shifted from the road onto you. A hint of playfulness in those ocean blue eyes. 
“I was thinking of something!” You shot back making him chuckle before looking back to the road. 
“There’s gotta be something you have never told anyone.”
“Well,” you hummed. Readjusting in your seat. “I don’t know if this would count because I’ve never told this to anyone in the group.”
“I’ll count it.” He glances at you quickly, still smiling. Which makes you smile.
“Alright. I don’t know how to drive a stick shift.” You feel the jerk was the car spot. Rick looked at you as if you just told him the undead are all gone. Eye full of disbelief. 
“You’re joking.” He speaks after a beat and you shake your head. Nope, you couldn’t drive a stick to save your life. And with how the world was it just might. Rick took off his seatbelt as you questioned just what he was doing. “I’m gonna teach you how to drive stick. You might need it.”
“We are on a run.”
“Yep and this is the perfect time. Now get into the driver’s seat.”
  Slowly you parked next to Glenn. Killing the engine you got out as Glenn moved over to your vehicle. He smiled at you. Today was a good day. Got more food, medicine, and another car. The possibilities for cars were endless. Used for parts. Set up at protection. Used as traps. Daryl Dixon the town resident mechanic would have a field day with this car.
“I’m gonna check in with Rick,” Glenn says. You see him playing with his wedding band. Maggie’s baby bump had started to show and Glenn didn’t like being away for too long. Patting his shoulder you speak.
“Go see Maggie and your baby.” You slammed the driver’s side door shut. The dark-haired man stares at you. Willing to argue with you on this.
“Really it’s-” You raised your hand stopping him.
“If you don’t go check up on Maggie. I will and I’ll tell her how you screamed like a girl.” His eyes widen at the threat. 
“I didn’t know a group of bats would be in there!” He defended himself only making you grin at him. You both head away from the parking area. Back towards the stretch of cookie-cutter homes. You nudge his shoulder with yours.
“First it’s a colony of bats. Second, not only was the scream funny, so was your face.” You teased him. Glenn shoved your shoulder playfully. Before mumbling that he was going to check in with his wife. Leaving you with the task of checking in with the community’s newly appointed leader Rick. 
  Jogging onto his porch you knocked on the door. Eyes looking everywhere but the door until it opened. Sadly it wasn’t the male you were looking for. Carl greeted you with a soft smile. The bandages that once covered his right eye socket had been replaced with a custom-made eyepatch.
“Ahoy captain.” You tease the teenager who rolled his remaining eye. “Your dad here? Just checking in since Glenn and I got back.”
“Nope. Haven’t seen him since this morning.” Carl tells you, making you nodded. “When I see him…” He trails off because he knows you will just hunt his dad down. “I don’t know where he is.” He's lying. You know it. He knows that you know. But you just nod and quickly thank him. Tell him to kiss his sister for you before turning off the porch.
  And you're probably with that blonde girl
Who always made me doubt
She's so much older than me
She's everything I'm insecure about
  You know where Rick Grimes is. Feet carrying you down the still blood-stained street. Streets that just weeks ago were covered with the undead. You wave kindly to the people passing by. It is a mix of your group, older residents, and new people. You still feel out of place. Maybe you always will. Maybe you won't. You wonder quietly to yourself. A nice distraction. Because if you thought about where you were going. Where you had to go. You might just break. So you let your mind wander. Let your feet carry you to the destination. Everything seemed to be on autopilot. Until your using the knocker of the baby blue house. Her house.
“We should end this,” Rick says matter-of-factly. You stopped brushing your hair to look at him. He’s not facing you. Back facing you as he pulled his jeans on. 
“What?” Maybe you misheard him. Maybe it was your ear playing a trick on you. Because Rick couldn’t be breaking up with you right now.
“We should break up.” He rephrases. The words take the air from your lungs. Your mouth opened to say words that your mind can’t even come up with. The silence in the room grew by the seconds. It finally became too much for the man as he turned to face you. Jeans zipped up but not buttoned. Belt lay next to his shirt on the bed but his eyes fell on you instead. 
“Say something.” He requested of you softly. That same soft voice that he used when he said he loved you. Tears that formed in your eyes finally fell as you blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Before you looked him in the eyes.
“Is it me? Did I do something wrong?” Getting shot was nothing compared to your question to him. Because he knew you honestly thought you did something wrong. You always doubted yourself. But you were perfect. So goddamn perfect. And amazing. And young. 
“No sweetheart. It’s just…” He stops himself from going over to embrace you. Tell you to forget about it. Because this has to happen. You're 24. His 39. Even if the group. His and your family were ok with it. He heard the whispers around town. The other weren’t as supportive. 
“I think we should end this. We had an amazing run. And you're young. You’re gonna find someone else that will love you more than I ever could.” He breaks his own heart with his words. Because he doesn’t want you to find someone else. He wants to be with you until the end. When and where ever the end was. But you deserve better. You deserve someone around your age. Not an old man with two children like him. 
“I…” you stare at him. Cheeks strained with tears he caused. “I don’t want someone else.” You grab the comforter. It gets balled up as you tighten your grip on the fabric. Your mind running over everything you had done in the last weeks to get to the point. You had snapped at him a few days back because of Jessie Anderson. The blonde woman in her thirties that lived up the street. You didn’t hear what they were talking but her body language told you everything. She was flirting with Rick. And either he didn’t notice or didn’t care. Doubt played in your mind the whole day after seeing the interaction. Because Jessie was around Rick’s age. And you weren’t. You didn’t really have any life experience before the world ended. So it made sense if Rick preferred a woman his own age. As opposed to you, a 24-year-old kid in his eyes.
“I can get you a brownstone to stay in.” He said. Brushing off your comment. Which broke your heart even more.
  The door opened showing the blonde that lived there. A smile and questioning look on her face. 
“Is Rick here?” You asked, watching as she turned her head and yelling the man’s name into the home. He comes out from the kitchen; questioning who it was. The question dying in his throat when he saw it was you. Jessie excused herself leaving you and Rick alone. The former sheriff stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind him.
“Hey,” he gives you a tight-lipped smile. Which you return.
“Just came to tell you Glenn and I are back.”
“Right,” he nods. “You guys went on a run. Get anything good?” You nodded before listing off some of the supplies you got. Including the stick shift car. You heard him chuckle. Looking into his eyes you saw that same playfulness as the day he first forced you to drive a stick. 
“You didn’t flood the engine this time right?” He teased and you scoffed, punching him in the shoulder. 
“I was amazing.” You boasted. The older man stared at you and you swear you heard a quiet. ‘Ya, you are.’ 
“You don’t mind if I asked Glenn?” You roll your eyes but smile.
“Go ahead. He's gonna tell you the same thing.” He nodded. Hand going on his hips. You watch as he licks his lips. Your breath hitching as you feel your stomach twisting in knots. “I should go. Need a shower desperately.” You don’t wait for him to say goodbye or stop you. You're off the porch and down the road heading home in a few steps. 
  And all my friends are tired
Of hearing how much I miss you, but
I kinda feel sorry for them
'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do
  Maggie can’t drink. But that doesn’t mean you and Sasha can’t. Sasha, Abraham, and Rosita had come back later in the day from another run. They had been the unlucky ones not finding much of anything. But Sasha apparently found some top-tier booze in a rundown bar. The trio split it up between them. So here you were. Snacking on fresh strawberries drinking booze that would have been at least $100 for a bottle; straight out of the bottle. The three of you resting against the metal wall that protected the town from the nasty world outside.
“So,” Maggie started as she threw a strawberry stem into a bowl filled with them. “Heard someone talk with Rick.” Sasha and her eyes went to you as you grabbed the glass bottle of auburn liquid. Taking a healthy swig you felt the burn as it went down. You were far too sober to be talking about this. Talking about him. Because no one in the group knew why you guys ended it. Just one day you were a happy couple and the next you were packing up and moving into your own brownstone. Sasha took the bottle from you, making you whine. As you tried to reach for it but the former firefighter held it out of reach. Her hand on your chest also keeping you away from it.
“You can get some when you tell us what happened.” She landed down the rule and it makes you groan as you move to lay against the wall. You don't want to talk about it. You just want to wallow and let the scar form on your heart in peace.
A crack of thunder sends the trio onto the back porch of Maggie’s home. Lucky for you guys because moments after; the dark clouds opened up letting down heavy droplets that ping off the porch’s roof. Sasha is distracted by the rain. Asking Maggie if the crops will be ok. Allowing you to snatch the bottle from her hand and take another big glug. The bottle is half gone now. And honestly so are you. The alcohol works fast as your brain starts to go fuzzy. Sasha takes the bottle back slightly annoyed. But it clear the break-up has been hard. So she lets it go.
“You got your drink.” She says putting the cap back on and sitting it to the side out of your reach. “Now tell us what happened.”
“I don’t know.” You sob. You weren’t normally an emotional drunk. But with everything going on with Rick. Tonight you were. 
  And I know we weren't perfect
But I've never felt this way for no one, oh
And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone
  Maggie held you as you drunkenly cried. Sasha joined you on the other side, rubbing your back. You finally opened up about your breakup with Rick a month ago. You weren’t sure how much they understood because of the loud rain and your blubbering. But either way, they consoled you. Trying to help the only way they could. And the only way they knew how. Simply being there. Because for a month you kept this end. Kept this to yourself. So those outside of the group saw you were fine. The break-up didn’t seem to affect you. You carried on with work. Talked with Rick when it was needed. You acted fine. 
But the group knew it. Of course, they knew. It was an act. Because they saw how you were breaking. How you had a longing in your eyes when the cowboy boots-wearing man walked by. The smile that rarely reached your lips. You were faking so much of your joy because your heart was broken. 
“I just don’t get how he is so ok. Did I mean nothing?” The two women share a look at your question. Because they also know that Rick isn’t ok. Like you, he is acting. Because he is the leader and can’t break down. But the man isn’t ok. They don’t say that. Rick was the one that ended it. That was on him.
“I don’t know,” Maggie says softly as you rest your head onto her shoulder. “I wish I had the answer for you. But only Rick does.”
  Red lights, stop signs
I still see your face in the white cars, front yards
Can't drive past the places we used to go to
'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe
  The street lights are now on. It’s still raining when you tell Maggie you were going home. Sasha and her try to get you to stay the night. Or at least until the rain lets up. But the rain isn't letting up. It was so heavy you could barely see a few steps in front of you. But you step off the back porch and disappear down the alleyway of the lined-up homes. You walk. Just walk because you don’t want to go home just yet. If you go home you’ll be lonely. And you don’t want that. Because for a month you have been lonely in that damn brownstone. Rick wasn’t lonely. He was with Jessie. His arms wrapped around her body. Damn your brain. Just because you didn’t want to be lonely didn’t mean you wanted to think about them together. 
  The rain started to ease up as you found yourself passing Rick’s house. The lights upstairs were on. As you quickly looked away from the cookie-cutter home. A shiver ran through you and shoved your hands into your soaked jean pockets. Maybe now was a good time to head home. You haven’t even turned when you heard your name being shouted over the rain. Looking back at Rick’s home you see him rushing off the porch and over to you. His dark brown jacket acting as an umbrella. He puts it mostly over you shielding you from the rain.
“What are you doing out here? You're going to get sick.” He frets because he knows how likely that is. Because after the rainstorm when the group was on the trek through Virginia you had gotten sick. “Come on.” He orders and you walk with him toward his house. 
  Sidewalks we crossed
I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing
Over all the noise
  You smile at him lightly as he places a cup of peppermint tea in your hand; you're favorite. You're in one of his white t-shirt and pajama pants. Your hair, no longer wet from the rain but a hot shower. The alcohol is still in your system. How much you don’t know. 
“What were you doing walking in the rain?” He questioned taking the seat next to you. His own cup of tea in his hand.
“Was drinking with Sasha and Maggie.” You look towards him as his eyebrows knit together as the mention of Maggie and drinking. “Maggie was moderating us. She wasn’t drinking, come on. She knows better.” Rick nods bowing his head because he does know better to think that about Maggie. But his time as a cop taught him that some people just don’t care. Not about themselves. Not about others. And sure as hell not about kids. 
“Where did you get the booze from? Daryl?” You snort at him before blowing on your tea taking a careful sip. Sitting the cup down you look back towards him.
“I ain’t no rat officer.” He chuckles. You both do. A little inside joke between you both. And then the silence fell. The awkward uncertain silence of two people who didn’t know what to say next. You chew on the inside of your cheek as you stare into the tea. Rain still going strong outside, trapping on the roof of your former home.  Rick shifts beside you clearing his throat.
“Judy trying to walk.” It makes you smile a bit. 
“That’s good. Soon she’ll be running over you and Carl.” The older man chuckles nodding in agreement but you don’t see it. Head still bowed. Turning your mug as you watch the tea shift with each motion. 
“Seeing anyone?” He was trying to keep the conversation going. But there had to be another question to ask that wasn’t this. You still answer it by shaking your head.
“No. But you seemed to have moved on.” It has some bite to you. You're bitter. Of course, you are. The man you were in love with. Seemed to easily move on after he ended it. You lift the ceramic mug and take a huge glug of your tea. The warmth fills you but it’s not enough.
“Ya. Jessie, she’s…” He doesn’t know what to say. Jessie is ok. Good to have around. Doesn’t make him feel as empty. But she is just not you. All her touches. All her kisses. They feel off and he knows why. Because the hands touching him aren’t yours. Neither are the lips that kiss him. But Rick is stubborn. Even if it hurts you both, he knows you need better. You deserve the world and he just can’t give it to you.
“She’s perfect.” You looked at him. Sadness, rooted so deeply in your eyes. He wants to pull you into him. Tell you that he is sorry. That he will end it with Jessie. Come back to you. And try to make all of this right. But he already drew his line in the sand and he won’t cross it. Because the moment he touches you he knows it will be his undoing.
“She has her flaws. No one is perfect.” Except for you. He wants to add. He hears a quiet 'ya' then it silence once again.
  God, I'm so blue, know we're through
But I still fuckin' love you, babe
  You were gone when Rick woke up. His clothes lay on the guest bed since you were dried. He wondered just when you left. He wondered if you slept at all. Because he didn’t. Knowing you were in the house but not in his arms. He was restless the whole night. He sighs. Picking clothes up. It was sad that he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time. But it most likely was going to be the only time. Because how often are you going to walk in the rain drunk? He takes the clothes to the laundry room. Before he throws the shirt in the basket he lifts it to his nose. Inhaling the flowery body wash scent from when you shower last night. You must found where he hid the body wash you left behind. 
“Hey, dad!” Carl called out from the kitchen forcing Rick to dump the clothes in the basket. Entering the kitchen he smiled at his son. Judith was already in her high chair waiting for breakfast. Carl stood at the counter. The box of peppermint tea in his hands. Shit. He meant to put that up. Carl’s eye shifts from the box towards the sink. Where the mugs from last night sat unwashed. Then the young man turns to his father.
“Y/n was here wasn’t she?” He questioned but it was really a statement. It is the only reason for this tea to be out with two mugs in the sink.
“Ya,” He replied, moving towards his son and taking the box of tea from his hand. The young man sighed watching his father place the tea on a high shelf so only he could get to it.
“Why?” Carl asked.
“It was raining-”
“No,” he cut his father off. “Why did you break up with her?”
“Carl,” Rick sighed. As he pinched the bridge of his nose. If he didn’t want to have this conversation with Daryl or Michonne. He sure as hell didn’t want it with his son. But like Rick the young survivor was stubborn. He stepped into his father's past every time he tried to move around him.
“Carl,” Rick warns but the boy isn’t back down.
“No. You were happy with Y/n. Happier than I have ever seen you. Even with mom. Even before all of this.” The boy gestures at nothing but Rick knows what he means by that. Because he didn’t want to admit it. But his and Lori’s relationship was at rock bottom before the world ended. 
“So why? What happened?” Carl pressed, making Rick sigh. He wondered. Only for a second. If Michonne had put Carl up to his. But he shook that from his head. Michonne won’t do that. This is purely Carl. Because Carl loves you so much. The both of you had apparently clicked before Rick had gotten to the quarry. And that bond only grew over time. 
“It’s complicated, Carl. Now please,” Rick needed him to down the subject. And the young boy seemed to understand but is still pissed. He turns from his father. Feet carrying the young boy towards the door. “Where are you going?” He called out.
“Out!” And the slamming door let Rick know that Carl was gone. He sighed. 
  He knew everyone would move on. You would. Carl would. He would. In the far future, all of this will be just a bad memory. But right now. In the present, it hurt so fucking bad. Tears leaked from his eyes as he sucked in air. He did it to himself. He deserved this pain. And if he could he would take your pain. Allow you to be happy. To find love in someone else better than him. Because you're one of the good things in this ugly world. 
  I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one
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erodasfishtacos · 3 years
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can you write something about cheating harry and yn acting like a proper couple in front of anna, like harry with his arm around her and kissing her head and stuff, and anna is just standing there fuming and maybe tries to get physical with yn
Love Your Broken Pieces
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YN really really didn’t want to go out.
She wasn’t going to tell Harry that because it was a celebratory dinner for him because he’d just won Entrperur of the yearand she wasn’t going to ruin it.
It’s not that she didn’t want to celebrate his achievement.
She was so so proud of him but her therapy session had got moved up a day because the therapist had to go out of town.
YN didn’t want to bother him so she had went herself without telling him.
It was trauma-focused therapy which meant it was intensive, draining, and overall triggering at time.
Today had sparked a new memory that she had suppressed and she was really struggling to get through the day without his support.
She shouldn’t need him for everything. It wasn’t fair to him.
So she’d sat on her bed for thirty minutes before she managed to pull on a nice dress before curling her hair - zoning out and accidentally burning herself lightly.
Harry had to pick up Anna, offered to pick up YN.
“Hey pup, y’want me t’pick you up on the way?” Harry had called while she was swiping on mascara.
“No, I’ll just Uber,” YN try to keep her tone light but couldn’t stomach sitting in the car with that disgusting woman right now.
“No, let me come get you,” He insists, always preferring to drive her around over some stranger.
“I really don’t want to be in the car with Anna, okay? Just drop it,” YN replies a bit too tersely.
There’s a pregnant pause.
“What’s wrong, puppy?” Harry knows her much to well.
She couldn’t help but bristle, “Nothing. I just have to get ready. Okay? I’ll see you there.”
YN shouldn’t have hung up like that but her hands were shaking and it was taking all of her might to pull herself together to go.
“It’s all your fuckin’ fault your mum hates me,” Her dad had spat at her, right in the kitchen after dinner.
“Fuck,” She mumbles to herself as she drops her lipstick and it rolls under the dresser.
She canceled two Ubers before she found a driver who didn’t seem intimidating.
It made her fashionably late, everyone already seated, and it doesn’t make it any better when Anna greets her.
“About time. Can’t even make it at a respectable time for your supposed best friend’s dinner.”
Anna and Gemma both make a grimacing face at the rude comment but Harry interrupts before they interject, “S’okay, Uber’s can be a pain in the arse.”
“Er, yeah. The Uber…” YN mumbles lowly, there was an empty seat across from Harry that had been saved for her.
She could feel Harry’s eyes following her, studying her as she kept her head down and looked on the verge of tears.
“You look too much like your goddamn mother.”
“What d’you want to drink?” Harry asks softly, tapping her foot under the table.
“God Harry, she’s not a child,” Anna rolls her eyes as she glances over her menu.
Harry glares over at her with a strict warning glance that she needs to change her attitude or there is gonna be an issue.
“Just water,” YN replies, swallowing hard.
He knows somethings wrong when she doesn’t bite back at her, instead looking down at the menu like it’s the most interesting thing ever.
Harry had already known by the phone call.
There were quite a few people at the dinner, constantly engaging him in conversation as YN kept to herself.
It’s after the appetizer’s arrive that he can’t stand her fake smiles and attempts to seem like she’s enjoying herself.
“Outside, now,” Harry says firmly, not a question but a statement.
“Harry, don’t,” Anna huffs, not liking the private attention her enemy is about to get.
“I don’t remember askin’ you,” He hisses under his breath before following YN’s retreating figure to the main entrance.
They end up in the small alleyway, “Tell me what’s going on.”
YN’s eyes are moody, putting back on a nonchalant expression that would work for anyone but him, “I’m fine, I don’t know why you’re making a big deal. Let’s go enjoy your dinner.”
Harry backs her up against the brick wall, hand over her shoulder, “We’re not goin’ anywhere until you tel me. M’not stupid.”
It triggers something because she starts sniffling, whispers, “You’re going to be mad at me.”
His hard facial features relax, pressing his forehead to hers, “Please pup, y’know I love you no matter what.”
“My therapist moved our session to today. I went and uh…” YN begins to full on cry, burying her face in her hands.
“C’mon, tell me,” He encourages softly.
“It triggered a repressed memory. I…I didn’t want to ruin tonight for you. I fuck up everything for you already,” She chokes out, letting him pry her hands away.
“Puppy,” He murmurs with a laugh of disbelief, “I fuckin’ wake up everyday because of you. You make my life worth livin’. I’m not happy unless y’are.”
“I just…didn’t want tonight to go like this,” YN sighs quietly, “One night without my trauma.”
“Hey, hey. We’re workin’ through it together, yeah? It takes time. Y’made the effort to come and that means more to me than anything else,” He says truthfully, tilting her chin up.
Harry melts a bit when she leans up to give him a lightening fast peck, “I am so proud of all your accomplishments.”
“Wouldn’t have done any of it without you, sweet girl,” He rubs a thumb under her eye to wipe off a streak of makeup.
They stand outside for a minute longer in a tight hug.
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When they walk back into the restaurant, Harry quietly asks Gemma to switch YN seats which she graciously agrees without a fuss.
Anna is shooting daggers at YN while the change happens and Harry pushes in her seat for her.
The whole dinner consists of Anna fuming and hanging on every single movement between the two despite her hand on Harry’s thigh.
When he scoops up a bit of his mashed potatoes and feeds them to YN, laughs when she makes a face at the amount of chives mixed in.
It’s like he doesn’t even noticed the casual arm he occasionally throws around the back of YN’s seat as they chat.
“Harry,” YN scolds with a small smile when he steals a shrimp from her plate when she’s not looking.
Anna had shrimp too and he didn’t look once to do that to her.
“S’good, here, have a bite of m’steak. Know Y’don’t like it rare but s’good. I promise,” He encourages, cutting her a thick piece.
How the fuck did Harry know how YN liked her steak?
He didn’t even remember Anna’s favorite color.
“Y’gettin’ sleepy?” Harry whispers to YN towards the end of the meal, his lips are nearly brushing her ear and Anna pinches his thigh hard.
“Fuck,” Harry replies, flinching away from the pain as he turns to his girlfriend, “Wha’ did you do that for?”
“Can you pay at least a little bit of attention to me? I’m your girlfriend despite how much YN wants to pretend she is,” Anna says haughtily, loud enough for her to hear.
Harry is about to snap on her but instead YN speaks up first, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know jealously was on the menu. Eat up, Anna.”
Anna begins to sneer but Harry says, “Why don’t you go take a second in the bathroom? Then we can talk, okay?”
With a little stubbornness, she does - stomping away from the table without looking back at YN who had rolled her eyes.
“Y’on my menu tonight? A bath and cuddle sounds nice,” He offers to his love, thumbing her upper thigh.
“So nice,” YN agrees, “Can we use that sugar cookie bath bomb?”
“Of course, anythin’ you want, m’pup,” Harry hums sweetly, kissing the top of her head.
Anna is walking back when she sees it.
He’s cheating on me.
It flashes through her mind but she pushes it away because she reminds herself that YN is a pathetic little clingy girl who Harry wouldn’t ever like that way.
Later that night, Harry holds YN as she recount her memory.
Praises her for being so strong.
Kisses her because he loves her so much it hurts most days.
Assures her that he’ll love her even if she’s never ‘fixed’.
Promises that he’ll never let anyone hurt her again.
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sluttyten · 3 years
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Hi bea👋 glad to see you are doing requests! #14, #64 and taeyong please
Taeyong + “you haven’t gone cock dumb already, have you?” + “dare to bite the hand that feeds you?”
“Oppa,” you whine, reaching for Taeyong’s arm. “I’m hungry.”
“I’m making dinner,” he says, gesturing at the meal that he’s currently in the process of cooking. One of the other members snickers from where they’re sitting nearby, but you can’t tell which one of them it is. “We can eat in a bit.”
You squeeze a little closer to him, tucking your chin over his shoulder so you can whisper, “No, Taeyong, I’m hungry. I don’t want dinner.”
He gives you a confused look for a moment that soon morphs into understanding. “Oh.”
“Yeah, can we please go to your bedroom?” You tilt your head slightly, brush a kiss to his neck.
Whether the members think it’s odd that you were just complaining of hunger and now suddenly Taeyong’s turning off the stove and leaving the half-finished meal behind to take you to his room, none of them make any comment.
As soon as you’re alone in his room, Taeyong grabs your jaw, dragging your mouth to his in a hungry kiss. You paw at the front of his pants, already going weak in the knees, just wanting to have your mouth filled with his cock.
You’re hungry for him. You could devour Taeyong, just open your mouth and take every inch of him in with no hesitation.
He’s still determinedly kissing you when you get your hands inside his pants, fingers gliding over his hip bones.
“Taeyong,” you murmur, “wanna suck your cock.”
“Mm, kitten.” He pets your head momentarily then pulls you back in for another kiss.
You drag your nails over his skin, reach for his cock, sinking down until his head is bowed in an attempt to keep kissing you. But you’ve got a mind only for having your mouth filled.
Finally, he breaks the kiss, and you thump down on your knees, lick your lips, and drag down his pants. You’re nearly salivating as his cock, not yet fully hard, appears before your eyes.
“You haven’t gone cock dumb already, have you, kitten?” Taeyong pets your head. “Drooling for my cock like it’s a treat. Have you been good enough for it?”
You ignore his words, leaning in to get at his cock, but Taeyong grips your hair, pulling back just enough that you can’t quite get his tip on your tongue. You whine. “I’m good. So good. Just want you to fill me up.”
You know Taeyong loves it when you’re like this, needy for his cock. It makes him feel good when he can feel like you’re using his cock to make yourself feel good.
“Have at it, kitten.” Taeyong releases his grip on your hair and you almost launch your mouth forward, licking and sucking at his cock as soon as you can.
Taeyong’s shoulders are pressed to his bedroom door, his hips lift away from the surface, sinking into the warmth of your mouth, and you push yourself to take him all the way in.
“Dumb kitty, so hungry for my cock, taking it so well,” Taeyong moans, twisting his fingers against the back of your head as you gag and try to pull back off him a bit, but he doesn’t allow it, savoring the feeling of you choking around him.
You love his praises mixed with the degradation of calling you a dumb kitty, the way he holds you down on his cock, making your throat feel so full.
Slowly, Taeyong lets you ease back, and that’s when you lift your gaze to his, staring into his eyes as he disappears back between your lips. Taeyong’s lips are parted in awe watching you like this, your pretty lips wrapped around him, his length glistening with your saliva, and the list burning in your eyes. It’s all working on you, turning you on more than it should since you’re not being touched at all, but just having the weight of him on your tongue is enough to have you dripping, gut tingling with warmth.
When Taeyong closes his eyes and drops his head back, fingers curling against the back of your head, you know he’s close.
You pull off him, letting his cock slap up against his belly. You place a gentle kiss beneath his tip, trace your tongue along his length.
Taeyong’s fingers knot in your hair, smoothly dragging you up to your feet so he can kiss you again. He steps forward, moving you backwards toward his bed, and when he toppled you under him onto the mattress, you can’t hold back a giggle, though it turns into a moan when he kisses you and slots his thigh right between your legs for you to rub against.
You moan again when Taeyong gets his fingers in the waistband of your pants, dragging them down to your knees. You wiggle around, managing to kick them the rest of the way off while Taeyong’s hand wanders between your legs, his fingers testing your entrance.
You’re beyond ready for him. You’ve been hungry for him all day, and as your body opens to let him in, you know Taeyong is fully aware of it. He fingers you only for a few moments, listening to your sweet mewls, before he pulls his fingers out only to quickly replace them with his cock.
And finally your appetite is getting the attention it’s been craving, satisfaction pouring through you as your boyfriend thrusts into you. He nips playfully at your lips, smiling when he kisses you. It’s playful and intense, the heat building quickly as he was already close and you’ve been aroused all day.
Taeyong cums first, and you squeeze your legs around his hips to keep him from pulling out. His thrusts start to slow as he loses energy, but you still haven’t cum yet. His hand drops down to please you, but you know that external stimulation isn’t going to be enough to give you the mind blowing orgasm you crave.
“Keep going!” You gasp, tangling your ankles together at his hips. “I’m gonna cum, please!”
Taeyong’s hand and cock work together in tandem and the tight knot of your orgasm grows tighter and tighter until at last it snaps.
Taeyong covers your mouth with his hand to muffle your moans. He keeps pushing into you, touching you too as your orgasm wracks your body. You clutch at his arms, your chest lifting from the bed, you struggle to breath with his hand over your mouth, so Taeyong slips his hand away.
When your legs go slack around his waist, he pulls out and gets up to clean you up where his cum is dripping out of you. And once he’s done with that, Taeyong crawls back into the bed with you. He kisses you softly, smoothing his hand over your hair, whispering soft praises to you.
He looks at you and you look up at him propped on one elbow above you. You’re so in love with him, it feels crazy that you can feel so extremely about another person. You clutch his hand in yours, holding his knuckles against your lips, and that’s what makes Taeyong fall silent, lost in gazing at you.
You’re both quiet for a long while, just savoring the peace, but soon you can’t hold in a yawn. “That was too good. I’m sleepy now. You haven’t let me can like that in a while.”
“I’m sorry I’ve been busy, couldn’t feed my kitty as well as you would like.” Taeyong kisses your nose. “Are you still actually hungry, by the way? I can go finish dinner, or we can order in?”
You nod. Your stomach rumbles quietly. “I could definitely eat.”
“Okay.” He kisses your nose again, which makes you scrunch it up. “I’ll be back.”
Taeyong’s only gone for what feels like a few minutes, and when he comes back he’s not carrying the dinner he’d been preparing (one of the guys finished making it and then ate it himself) nor is it delivery. It’s basically just snacks: a bowl of sliced fruits, some chips, some cookies, a steaming cup of ramen. But it’s a feast in your eyes, if it’s what Taeyong wants.
When he sits down on the edge of the bed, you don’t bother sitting all the way up, and Taeyong reaches over, a slice of apple between his fingers, and you nip teasingly at his fingers before tugging the apple slice between your teeth and munching on it happily.
“You dare to bite the hand that feeds you?” Taeyong asks, tapping his finger against your nose. “That might be deserving of a punishment.”
You roll onto your back, stretch your arms above your head, and you smile at Taeyong. “I’m a good kitty, I promise. Won’t do it again.”
But a few minutes and a few bites of the buffet of options later, Taeyong tries to feed you a cookie, and you once again nip at his finger.
He quickly but carefully sets the food aside before throwing himself over you, much to your delight. Your giggles echo around the room until he kisses you quiet again. You bite his lip and when he covers your mouth with his hand again you bite at his fingers, and when Taeyong pulls you over his lap to give you a punishment, you bite his thigh too.
What can you say other than you’re still hungry for more of him?
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oddaodd · 3 years
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· Cloudberry Flavored Midnight Cravings ·
Request: by a lovely anon “Hola!!! May I please req a Tommy fic wherein he and his wife are sleeping and then his wife suddenly woke up hungry in the middle of the night and is craving for a very particular weird food that they don’t have and Tommy have no choice but to search the whole Birmingham just to satisfy his wife. Just Tommy being soft and husband material🥺🥺 I’m so sorry if it’s too detailed. My mind can’t explain it without going all out 🤣😅 Thank you so much! Your fics have been nothing but phenomenal and the best💯💖”
Author’s note: This request was too soft I can’t ahhhhh I loved writing it and I hope I did it justice and as always, I wish you all the loveliest of days! ❤️
Warnings: none
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After tossing and turning for a good couple of hours, Y/n couldn’t handle it anymore. Flashes of biscuits invaded her mind as she tried to fight her thoughts into sleep. Sinking in bed and tossing one more time she sighed . And before she could go back to sulking in that awful sucky feeling of discomfort and hunger, she heard his voice.
“Can’t sleep?”
“No” she mumbled as she laid on her back to look at the ceiling “I can’t stop thinking about food”
“Anything in particular your heart might desire?” Tommy asked softly prompting himself up on his arm
“Chocolate cookies with cloudberry jam” she sighed letting the picture of her craving invade her mind one more time.
“I can go get some from the kitchen” he reassured with a chuckle at her odd craving “I’m sure I saw some biscuits in the pantry after dinner”
“Yes, but we ran out of cloudberry jam yesterday, remember Finn loves it so too” she said tragically.
Tommy pondered on this information for a few seconds before standing up and walking to the chair where his clothes from the previous day laid.
Taken aback by his reaction, Y/n questioned him.
“Benjamin’s store might still be open” he murmured as he finished buttoning up his shirt.
“But it’s the middle of the night” she said, her heart fluttering at Tommy’s willingness to satisfy her cravings.
“it’s alright, love. He’ll be open” he answered calmly, after all Benjamin’s shop was protected by the blinders. If Tommy wanted to buy at 1 in the morning, Benjamin would sell at 1 in the morning.
“be careful, then” she smiled knowing that she wouldn’t dissuade him from going and about half an hour later, Tommy was stepping into the bedroom again. A small jar filled with a yellowy mush on one of his hands and a platter with some chocolate biscuits on the other.
“I cannot believe you got it” she smiled as Tommy sat in bed “was Benjamin open then?”
“Well, he was out of jam” he said as he opened the jar “said Madam Rosmerta hadn’t dropped off her jam batch today so I went to her house”
“Jesus, Tommy” she laughed at the idea of him roaming the streets of Birmingham in search for cloudberry jam “And what did she do? When you went banging on her door at bloody 1 in the morning”
“She was surprised alright” he began spreading the jam on top of the biscuit with a laugh “but when I explained it was for you she smiled and sold me a jar”
Y/n laughed again in pleasant disbelief as her husband handed her a biscuit with the mushed fruit on top. She sighed in bliss and closed her eyes after taking the first bite, letting the mix of sweet and tangy flavors fill her every senses before eating the whole biscuit.
“Was that what you were imagining it to taste like?” he inquired with a tender expression at his wife’s reaction.
“Yes” she professed fixing her eyes on him.
“Thank you so much” she continued while pushing the biscuit platter to the side so she could scoot closer to him. Cupping his face in her hands and looking lovingly into his eyes she whispered a soft “I love you” before pressing her cloudberry flavored lips to his.
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golden-barnes · 3 years
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Plum tarts and red carnations
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Pairing: Florist! Bucky Barnes x F! Reader
Summary: Bucky is enamored with one of the employees of the bakery in front of his store.
Category: Fluff
Warning:s some self-doubting thoughts and cursing .
Word count: 2.5k
Author’s note: I have been thinking about this since that one anon and thank you @buckycuddlebuddy because you helped to inspire me further with this. Also think of Bucky as Beefy because I'm a softy for a gentle giant. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!
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“Damn Jerry. You’ve been growing nicely. A little bit more, and you will be ready to find a new home, bud.” Bucky whispered to the little sprout he was watering. Bucky loved his morning routine.
Before opening up his shop, he would check on his nursery. Water the plants in his greenhouse, checking them to see how they have grown. He liked talking to them; they never judged him or ignored him. He even named them. Sam would help, too, though he treated it more as a joke.
After checking on the nursery, he would focus on making bouquets and arrangements for the store. Nobody knew he was the one who made those beautiful arrangements, and he liked it.
It was like therapy for him. Matching the flowers and creating bouquets with meaning was a talent Bucky didn’t know he had. By this point, the shop was opened and ready for business.
While preparing a rose bouquet, he saw a woman in an apron running out of the new coffee shop from the table next to the cash register. Oh shit, she’s pretty. He thought. He kept staring at her and forgot the fresh roses next to him, grabbed one carelessly.
“Fuck.” He accidentally pricked his finger with a thorn. He applied pressure to his wounded finger.
“Oh, are you okay, sir?” The pretty woman from the bakery asked. Bucky didn’t notice her entering the shop, and now she was here. Looking disheveled but incredibly beautiful.
“Yeah, happens all the time. What can I help you with?” He said, trying to sound as composed as possible. He could hear Sam’s voice in his head. “Play it cool, Buck.”The woman let out a sigh.
“I’m co-owner of the coffee shop, and it’s our opening day. I was encharged of the decorations, and I ordered some flowers from this other place, but when they got here, they were horrible. Like really bad. And oh god, I’m rambling, but I need a brand new arrangement.” She said all in one breath. Bucky had to fight a smile from appearing. Adorable.
“It’s okay. What colors did you want?” Bucky asked. The woman smiled at him.
“We wanted white and purples. Something simple. But honestly, I know nothing of flowers. I don’t understand why Wanda put me up with this? Now we are late, and I still have to finish decorating the cupcakes.” She explained while Bucky started to search for the flowers in his shop.
“Lilacs, with white peonies and lavender roses, would make a nice bouquet. How does that sound?” Bucky showed her the flowers he was referring to. The woman gasped.
“Oh, they are so pretty! You, sir, are a genius.” She gushed, still looking at the flowers. Bucky felt his cheeks getting red from receiving praise.
“I can bring it to you,” Buckywhispered, afraid that she might not like that idea. “You know, because you still have some stuff to finish, so you can do it, and I’ll bring it to you in less than 10 minutes.” She looked at him and went to hug him. Bucky tensed, not expecting the hug, but soon relaxed.
“You are literally my hero. Just ask for Y/N,” She said, walking towards the exit. “Wait, what’s your name?” She added, opening the door to leave.
“Bucky.” Y/N smiled at him. “See you later, Bucky.”
Bucky has never worked on an arrangement as hard as this one. He was already meticulous, but he really wanted to impress Y/N. Can you blame him? The pretty girl needed his help, and he wanted her to be happy. He even added some baby’s breath and this new white ribbon that had come in for weddings. He was very proud of it but also very nervous.
With a deep breath, Bucky entered the coffee shop. A brunette was at the door, cleaning the tables.
“Sorry, Sir. We are still aren’t open.” She said. Bucky gulped.
“Uhm. I’m looking for Y/N.” He told her; she looked at the flowers in his hands and understood. She yelled for Y/N, who came out of the kitchen with icing on her check, giving him the brightest smile.
“Hey, Bucky! That’s beautiful! How did you make such a pretty arrangement in less than 20 minutes?” She grabbed the vase out of his hands and set it on the counter. Bucky blushed and scratched his neck, shying away.
“It’s nothing.. I’m just happy you liked it.”
“How much do I owe you?” She asked. Bucky put his hands up.
“Oh, it’s on the house. Don’t worry. Call it a welcome gift.” He explained; Y/N jumped and gave him another hug. This time Bucky wrapped his arms around her.
“You are the nicest person on this fucking planet. I have to make it up to you. What’s your favorite fruit?” She pulled away from him and looked at Bucky in the eye. Bucky felt his breath hitch, and his palms get sweaty.
“I-I like plums.” He stuttered. She gave him a big smile and handed him a cookie.
“Hmm, I can make something with that.” She winked at him.
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“I still haven’t named you, but honestly, I don’t know. You look like a Janelle, but also, I feel like that doesn’t fit.” Bucky said to the new cactus that arrived yesterday, in the afternoon.
“I think she looks like a Lucille.” Bucky turned around and saw Y/N with a box in hand.
“Oh, hi.” He felt embarrassed. She had heard him talk to his plants. Not even Steve had seen that. It was his private thing.
“She’s cute. What type of cactus is it?” She looked at it, not looking weirded out or anything.
“It’s called a Bishop’s cap. They grow to be very pretty and sprout a yellow flower. Not very popular in the shop, but there’s this new cactus crazy going on, and I thought to stock up.” Bucky explained, putting the cactus down next to the others.
“Do you name all your plants?” Bucky gulped and turned around to face her.
“Yeah, and talk to them too.” Bucky fought the urge to punch himself. Why would he say that? Fuck, now she is gonna think he is a fucking weirdo.
Much to his surprise, she smiled at him. She suddenly remembered the box she brought and opened it.
“For saving me yesterday, I made you a plum tart.” She opened it and pulled out the tart. Bucky felt his heart beating faster, and his hands get clammy.
“You didn’t have to.” “Ah! I beg to differ. Everyone that walked into our shop loved the flowers. They were really something. Like I couldn’t stop looking at them. So I had to show you my gratitude the only way I know how. With treats.”
“I couldn’t possibly eat that all alone. Want to share?” Bucky asked, giving her puppy eyes so she wouldn’t say no.
“You drive a hard bargain, Bucky. Has anyone ever told you can get away with murder with those eyes?” Y/N joked.
“I think my grandma’ probably said it. I have some silverware in the shop’s kitchen. When you have to be at your shop?” Bucky said, signaling her to follow him.
“I’m on break—perks of being the boss.” She explained while Bucky grabbed a few paper plates, forks, and a knife. She grabbed the knife and cut a big piece, and gave it to Bucky. Then she cut a piece for herself.
Bucky took a bite and accidentally let out a moan.
“I take it; you like it.” She winked at Bucky. He diverted his gaze from her. Why the fuck did I do that? Bucky screamed internally.
“It’s delicious. I can see why your shop has been packed since yesterday. Reminds me of my ma’s.” Bucky admitted.
“I’m glad, but I can’t take all the credit. You should see the coffee mixes Wanda came up with. They are the real star.” Bucky smiled at her. Nice and pretty… She let out a cough.
“How did you get really good with plants? Like sorry for the personal question, but you have a talent.” She inquired.
“Well, uhm. After getting discharged, my friend Sam suggested that I take classes to handle stress and PTSD. One of the classes was gardening, and I just found it so calming. So I started taking more courses and learning ‘till I decided to start my own business. I don’t think I could ever work anywhere else.” Bucky noticed her staring at him. “What?” He said, smiling awkwardly at her.
“Nothing. Just thinking about how you are the nicest man I’ve ever meet.” She said nonchalantly. Bucky chuckled.
“It’s nothing major. I just found my calling.” Bucky stated.
“I feel the same. I baked a lot in college, and then suddenly I was like fuck, this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.” She recalled. Her eyes glowed under the light of the kitchen.
“I felt the same way when I started this shop.” Bucky admitted, she bit back a smile.
“By the way, I like the name—Howling’s flowers. Oh, and how pretty this store is, it looks like I walked in a magical forest.” She complimented.
“I- thanks. I named my store after my squad and the decor well; that’s kind of an embarrassing story.” Bucky chuckled nervously. She rolled her eyes.
“Oh, please. I own a coffee shop named Magic café, and all of our items are named after magical things. I am the last person to judge.” Bucky bit his lip nervously while listening to her.
“I based it on The Hobbit. It was my favorite book when I was younger, and I just couldn’t imagine decoring this store anyway else.” Y/N looked at him with an open mouth.
“Okay, are you government android? Because you are friendly, great with plants and well-read. You are too good to be true.” She laughed. Bucky needs to find a way to blush less in her presence because this is like the fourth or fifth time it has happened.
They finished eating their pieces of tart and talking for a while. Y/N decided to go back to the shop, not realizing how much time she spent there. Before leaving, Bucky gave her some more lavender roses.
“Oh, Bucky, you don’t have to.” She protested.
“It’s just to add to the arrangement. I feel like it was missing a few more roses. You’ll be doing me a favor.” He assured. She grabbed the flowers and smelt them before smiling and giving him a small thanks.
Little did she know that lavender Roses mean love at first sight.
They played that little game for weeks, almost 2 months. Y/N would take her lunch break at Bucky’s shop. Feed him some food and pastries that she was experimenting with, and he would give her flowers.
“To put on the counter. Your store deserves fresh flowers every day.” Bucky claimed. But in actuality, all the flowers meant something. The white camellias? He was telling her that he admired her. The amaryllis? That he found you beautiful. The white and purple stocks? A silent plea for bonds of affection from your part. But he couldn’t bring himself to say these things out loud.
Speaking to Y/N in flowers was much easier. Maybe because she didn’t know and couldn’t reject him.
“Bucky, you gotta tell her, man.” Steve would try to reason with him. “She likes you; you like her. Just tell her that you like her or ask her out on a date.”
“You don’t get it, Steve.” Bucky would argue, which led to an entire discussion on how Bucky is being a coward that ended with him telling Steve and Sam to fuck off.
But they were right; it was simple. She has been an absolute doll with him. She doesn’t mind hearing his rants about the new book he read and helped him water his plants. She even bought waterproof labels to put their names on their planters. She even asked (more like demanded) Bucky to send her the pictures of every bouquet and arrangement he made. She loved seen his creations.
And he loved being her test subject. She would bring him new pastries to try. He was her official taste tester. Anything new in the store, Bucky had already tried it in every one of its variations. Y/N would speak to him of all of her special interests and all of her new hobbies. He had even met all her friends, and they loved him.
So why was this so difficult? Bucky groaned while arranging the flowers at the front of the shop.
“What’s got you all groaning and gloomy, Bucky-bear?” Y/N asked him. She looked radiant in her work clothes. Ugh, Bucky had it bad.
“Nothing, j-just thinking.” He nervously replied.
“Don’t overthink. You might over-heat your brain, bubs.” She joked, entering Bucky’s shop. And like the hopeless romantic he is, he followed.
“Soooooooo I have been trying out this new pasta recipe, and you are the only one I trust to give me the truth.” She said, opening the Tupperware she brought. Bucky’s heart fluttered at her words. He felt light-headed; maybe that’s why he couldn’t stop himself from opening his mouth.
“I like you.” He blurted out. He slapped his hand over his mouth. Y/N turned to him, widen eyes, and mouth gaped.
“Bucky, do you mean that? Because if you are playing with me, I will fight you with this.” She warned Bucky, threatening with a spoon.
“I like you a lot. Actually love you. I- that’s what those flowers meant.” Bucky explained. Y/N put down the spoon.
“What flowers?” She asked, in the softest tone he has ever heard her speak in. Bucky turned his gaze to the floor, embarrassed that this was his confession.
“All of them. They all meant love in one form or the other.” He admitted. Y/N stood in front of him and put her hand on his cheek. He felt his heart do backflips.
“What flower means I’m in love with you, Bucky?” She asked, caressing his cheek.
“Maybe red carnations.” He joked, leaning into her touch.
“I’ll ask this handsome florist with a heart of gold to make me a bouquet to give you.” Bucky chuckled while she let out a little giggle.
“I would love a bouquet, but I would much rather have a plum tart from the sexy baker on the store out front.” Y/N hummed.
“I think I can make that happen.” She said, pulling him closer. “Can I kiss you, Bucky?” She asked; Bucky could only nod.
She grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his. Bucky wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer, molding her body against him. Their lips gliding over each other smoothly, as if they were made for each other.
They pulled away to take a breath, and they both had the same dopey smile. Tarts and carnations. Who knew they mixed so well?
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londonalozzy · 3 years
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Stop Pretending (TFATWS)
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Genre: Romance, Angst
Summary: The reader thinks she's doing a stellar job of keeping her feelings for a certain soldier buried deep inside. Turns out, all it takes is an observant new friend to begin the unraveling of her most precious secret (Spoilers for TFATWS)
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Word: Pretence
Definition: A way of acting that is intended to deceive people.
Example: Saying that he's just a friend when he's really the love of your life.
Your POV
Being caught in the midst of war is something that I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)  know all too well. As a war vet, former shield agent, and now Avenger I'm used to being centered amongst conflict. When the fight begins within me though, a battle between what I want and what I think is right, how will I react? Will I listen to my heart, my head, or will the winner be chosen for me?
Delacroix, Louisiana.....
I love my sleep, always have, always will. It's not necessarily the comfort of the bed, the quiet or even the rest. It's the fact that I'm at peace when I sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, so anything that will put that off for as long as possible I savor.
I wish it were the same for a certain super soldier in my life. I look forward to going to bed, everything calms down then, and for most people it's the same. For Bucky however, it's when everything starts, the nightmares, the terrors, the seemingly unending darkness. If only I could take his pain away like he has with mine.
For the last few weeks, my life had, for want of a better word, been hectic. Hectic to say the least.
After the eventual defeat of Thanos and the loses we endured as a result, I thought naively that life might calm down a bit, that I'd have time to breathe, to live. How wrong I was.
It all began with John Walker being announced to the world as the new Captain America.
I was baking cookies with Morgan in the Stark family kitchen when it came over the radio. As that latest turn of events sunk in, my first thoughts were of Bucky, what that would do to him. Not even an hour later I had said my goodbyes and was on my way to help him get the shield back.
Since then even more had happened. We'd regrouped with Sam, busted Zemo out of prison which in turn ruffled the feathers of Ayo and the Dora Milaje. We came face to face with Morgenthou and the Flag Smashers, and finally witnessed the man who thought he could even compete with Steve, make himself judge, jury and most significantly executioner.
After that went around the world we knew we had to end it sooner rather than later. It couldn't get much worse than Captain America becoming a murderer. We got the shield back, which was a fight all in itself. Handed Zemo over to Ayo, to try and recompense for the distrust we'd instilled in the people who'd helped us so much. Then we travelled to stay with Sam and his family in Louisiana whilst we waited for Karli's next move.
This is where we found ourselves now, in the eye of it, the calm before the storm.
Waking up in the Wilson households guest room, I was greeted to the golden hue of the rising sun penetrating through the single glaze windows, and the melodic sounds of gulls on the hunt for their morning meal down by the docks.
Actually, no that's not right. What I could hear was most certainly not birds, and it was definitely not melodic. What were those boys doing?
Quickly and quietly I threw on the first clothes I could get my hands on and made my way downstairs towards the noise. What caught my attention when I discovered the source, was not the two youngest Wilson boys playing with our newly reacquired shield in the living room, but the super solider who was blissfully ignorant to it all, sleeping peacefully on the couch in front of them. I don't think I'd ever been so happy.
"Right you two, if you're determined to play Avengers all morning then I suggest you re-assemble in the back yard. You're gonna wake Bucky up," I whispered out in one breath, stepping between the boys, then placing my hands on their backs and tip toeing them towards the door.
"So what if we wake him up? It's gone 10am," Cass questioned in protest, pulling on his sneakers and jacket.
"Exactly! Which is why if you do as I say, I will make you the biggest plate of waffles for breakfast that you've ever seen."
The boys eyes lit up. "Can we have ice cream with it? Mum never lets us have ice cream for breakfast, and I'm sure there's a tub of Stark raving hazelnuts in the freezer," AJ clapped in muted excitement. "Oh, for God's sake.....Yes. You can have whatever you want if you get out of this house now and keep the noise down."
Once the boys were outside, I made my way over to the kitchen, stopping on the way to lean over my favourite senior citizen and make sure that he was still peaceful in his slumber. He'd never looked so relaxed, so at ease. It was a brand new Bucky I'd never seen before, a Bucky that had my heart pounding for him even more than it normally did. Not that he knew any of that.
Half an hour later and up to my elbows in waffle mix, I failed to notice my new friend and host Sarah making her way to my side at the counter, the huge smile on my face not going unnoticed. "What's got you grinning like the Cheshire cat, like I need to ask?"
"Bucky's sleeping. Isn't it amazing?" I spoke softly, bouncing up and down on my feet as I did so.
"And why is that?" She couldn't looked more confused if she tried.
"In all the years I've known him, I don't think I've ever woken up before he has. If his nightmares don't keep him awake all night, they normally have him up before the crack of dawn. I don't think I've ever seen him so still."
"Good answer," Sarah nodded in a hush, understanding why this meant so much to me, but not done yet with her morning interrogations, "Now on to my next question......"
"I'm already not liking the sound of this."
"Sleeping Beauty over there follows you around like a little puppy dog. He hangs on your every word, looks at you like you hung the stars or something. It's pretty obvious how crazy he is about you, so when are you gonna stop pretending that you're not head over heels in love with him?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Wilson," I smiled forcefully, making out like the waffle maker deserved my attention way more than the conversation I was being made to have.
This was all Sam's doing, without a shadow of a doubt. He'd tried to have this conversation with me on multiple occasions and I shut him down every time. He obviously hadn't given up like I thought he did, and decided to draft in his sister. He is seriously gonna regret it when I find him.
"Sure you know what I'm talking about. Sam sees it, I don't even know you that well and I see it. The only reason Bucky doesn't, is because he doesn't believe he could ever be that lucky. You're a smitten kitten." These Wilson's are all as annoying as each other.
Knowing I wasn't getting out of this one, I grabbed Sarah by the arm and pulled her right into the corner of the room, trying my best to keep this convo as private as possible. "Look, I'm not pretending.....I'm ignoring. There's a difference."
"Care to explain what that difference is?" Sarah spoke softly, but with a sarcastic air.
Turning to look over my shoulder at the subject of our conversation, making sure he was still safely in the land of nod, I decided to just be honest. Sarah was much like her brother. Once she wanted to get to the bottom of something she wasn't about to give up.
"I love Bucky, more than I've ever loved anyone...and that terrifies me," the rawness of finally being honest making my voice shake, and tears come to my eyes. "Nat was like my sister, and she's dead. Tony was the closest I've ever gotten to having a Dad...and he's dead too. Then there's Steve, Vision, God knows where Wanda is....Everyone I love, either leaves or dies. If I admit my feelings for Buck then I face the risk of losing him too."
"Do you have any idea how crazy you sound right now? He's not going to die because you love him (Y/N)."
Silent tears were falling now. I was revealing my deepest fears to a woman I'd only known a few days, and I'm not underplaying it when I say it was like a colossal weight off my chest, a release I didn't know I needed. "Believe me...I know, but I can't take that risk. I can't lose anyone else, especially not him."
"Let's just say for a second that you're right, that there is some higher power somewhere, set on destroying everyone you love. Do you really think ignoring your feelings is going to make them disappear?" I didn't know what to say to that. "Natasha and Stark died so that everyone could continue living, and (Y/N) you're not living as long as you keep this to yourself. They wouldn't want that for you."
"But what if I lose him?" I whispered with a choked sigh.
"Then at least he'll die knowing how you felt about him. After everything he's been through don't you think he deserves to know there's someone out there who loves him like you do?"
"Of course..."
Sarah's lips pulled upwards in a satisfied smirk, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze, "then you owe it to yourself, and to him, to tell him the truth."
"Why do all you Wilson's have to be so clever?" I voiced in mock irritation, pushing her away from me and acting like I was annoyed she had gotten one up on me.
"I don't know," she thought aloud and with a cheeky grin, grabbing a plate to start piling on the long forgotten waffles, "I think it might be the sea air or something."
"Nah, it's in the genes," I chuckled quietly, grabbing my jacket and deciding it was time to get this conversation wrapped up. "I'll go find Sam and the boys for breakfast. Clear my head a little bit."
"You promise you're gonna tell him?" Sarah stopped me as I went to push the door open.
"I'll think about it."
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Once (Y/N) was out of ear shot, Sarah couldn't help but start jumping up and down in excitement, clapping her hands loudly as she did so. That went even better than she thought it would, and she was so proud of herself. Sarah Wilson could now add matchmaker to her resume.
"Coast is clear Barnes. You can open your eyes now."
(Y/N) had no idea what she had metaphorically walked into just minutes earlier, entering that very revealing conversation with her overly inquisitive host.
What drew Sarah to come down that morning was the sounds of both the front porch door opening and the smell of homemade waffles wafting up the stairs. As she entered the kitchen she was met with two sights. One being (Y/N), facing the counter and looking very smiley, the other being a wide awake super soldier who was just laying on the couch and staring at her, the sole object of his affection. Sarah could work with this.
Every time (Y/N) turned back in his direction, Bucky would close his eyes and pretend to be asleep again. He had never slept so soundly, so peacefully, thoughts of (Y/N) and his new friends filling his nightmare free dreams.
He'd initially woken to (Y/N) ushering the boys outside because she was afraid they would wake him up. He didn't want to disappoint her by proving her right. Besides, he liked just watching her move around the kitchen, completely unaware he was observing her the whole time. He had no idea about the conversation that was just about to happen.
After (Y/N) had left and Sarah had confirmed so, Bucky sat himself up, his body shaking with adrenaline and a look of complete shock fixed on his face. Had he definitely woken up, or had the whole thing been a part of his dream? Did (Y/N) seriously just admit that she was in love with him?
Bucky didn't know how to react, didn't know what to say as he looked up at a smug Sarah from his spot. All he'd ever wanted was for (Y/N) to feel the same way about him as he did about her. Now he knew that she did.
"You're welcome by the way."
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extravaguk · 3 years
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part of my opposites attract! series. 
ksj / knj / myg / jhs / pjm / kth 
pairing: tattooartist&tattoed!jungkook x baker!reader
summary: jungkook was everything you feared but exactly what you needed to heal your broken heart.
wordcount: 5k
genre: fluff - angst - smut (s2l!au)
rated: m (?
warnings: some cursing, mentions of past abusive/toxic relationships/trauma that might be triggering, a lil of making love at the end. it’s overall just suuper fluffy, trust me. jungkook is a s i m p. we love that for him! slow burrrnnnn.  
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Jungkook knows it was love at first sight, but doesn's know how to really explain it.
He knew from the moment he entered the small shop, pastel green walls welcoming him  replete of sugary treats, a sweet and heavenly scent engulfing him as soon as he stepped a foot inside.  With a new found sense of calmness and serenity within he hadn't experienced in a long time, he searched for deserts of his liking, mouth watering while assessing the many options of baked goods available and bright colored frostings stealing his attention.
"Hi. How may I help you?"
Then he looked up and found you. It wasn't easy to appreciate your whole appearence with the counter hiding the lower half of your body, but it was enough for Jungkook to think to himself that he had never seen a prettier girl in hiis entire life. And that's when he knew it. Any type of movement in his surroundings coming to a halt, his heart skipping a beat, his favourite song playing inside his head. And that particular sensation. The same one that had made him feel so at ease since he found your bakery. For a moment he thought his doe eyes might have actually turned into heart eyes until you raised your eyebrows, a concerned expression replacing your previous warm smile. 
Blinking his eyes and clearing his throat, coming down from cloud nine into the real world, he stuttered his order as best as he coud manage, heart pounding inside his chest and later feeling mortified for not being able to pronounce "gingernap cookies" correctly. 
At first he kind of hated Seokjin for blackmailing him into going to his favourite bakery to buy his favourite cookies (Jungkook really should've known better than accidentally spill ink all over Jin's new script), but when he comes back home with a goofy smile on his face and dreams of your face, he makes sure to text him he'll go get his cookies anytime he wants.
But Jungkook is a masochist apparently. 
Because a week after your first encounter he realizes that not being able to get his mind off a girl he's literally only seen once in his entire life is not exactly normal. Not for anyone, but especially not for him. Realizes that the way he embarrassed himself in front of you and probably looked like a bluberring mess (or a creepy weirdo who had never interacted with any woman before) is not reason enough to not keep wanting to try again. And the way you just giggled at him and simply shook your head as you wrapped the ginger cookies he had asked for in a pretty packaging has kept him aching for more. 
So he comes once a week now. Still as nervous as the first day, but content to see that your face seems to light up at the sight of him stepping through the door the same way his does. He likes to see you in your cute pastel dresses, and if he didn't know better he'd think you were just trying to keep up with the bakery's aesthetic. But the more he frequents your shop, the more he realizes you're exactly like the treats you bake. He likes how your vividly honeyed persona contrasts with his darker and reserved one. Likes how you're all colors of the rainbow and he's just a scale of greys.
They are small interactions. Just courtesy and cordial exchange of words everytime he visits. He doesn't even know your name and you don't even know his, but sometimes he asks how was your weekend and sometimes you ask how many people had he inked that week. Sometimes he tells you how pretty you look, and sometimes you blush in response. Sometimes you add an extra macaron in his order and sometimes he debates on whether or not he should write down his number on a napkin and slide in right on the countertop before he waves goodbye. 
And although Jungkook has never been one to shy away from women, he feels a certain way he can't exactly pinpoint. A way that makes his confidence falter and leaves him feeling like a little kid who's afraid to confess to the girl he likes. Because as cliché as it sounds, you're not like any other girls he's ever met. You don't feel like any other girl he's ever met. Not the older than him, tattoed and pierced type of girl he's accustomed to; not the type of girl that's addicted to trouble and believe him (maybe even hoped) to be something he's not. So it takes a while for him to summon up enough bravery and determination. It takes weeks of pining and overthinking, and a single push from Yoongi ('stop being a fucking pussy and just do it') to ask you to have coffee with him.
"I... I'm sorry. I can't."
And it only takes those words leaving your mouth to shatter his heart into pieces. 
 It's fine though, he told you and himself. He wasn't going to be one of those guys who believed the 'friendzone' was an actual thing and tried his best to not make you feel uncomfortable, really tried his best to erase the guilt across your face as you rejected him.  So he scratched the back of his head and mustered up a big smile before leaving the shop with a bag full of cupcakes and an unsettled stomach.
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Letting out a deep breath you didn't even know you were containing, you observe as the handsome stranger exits the shop. Running a hand through your hair before gripping the counter with your hands, you try to steady the heavy throbbing insde your chest. 
The boy in question had been unknowingly tormenting you and flooding your mind with thoughts of him for almost two months now. That day you first had spotted him eyeing the desserts in display in amazement and then you in the very same way. It was sudden and precipitated, but it had almost made your head spin, something you hadn't felt in a long time unexplainable tugging at your insides. 
You had kept your cool as best as you could, as best as you had taught yourself in the past. Wrapped those cookies he had asked and then waved goodbye, hoping under your breath he wouldn't come back but silently wishind he would. But then he did. He came back once. And then again. And again, and before you realized he had become a frequent costumer. Trying whatever treats you'd recommended him, creating small talk, sending friendly smiles here and then. 
You had learned to expect him at the very same time, the very same day of the week; had learned to manage the fluttering in your tummy and the reddish warmth spreading through your cheeks whenever the eye contact was prolongued. Everything was innocent, it was brief and, most importanly, it never went beyond, even if sometimes you hoped it did.
However, after all these years, there was still something you hadn't learned to control yet. And as he spoke, clearly nervous, hesitant and clearly out of his comfort zone, wondering out loud if he could ever treat you to a coffee sometime, your body shut down. The fondness and excitement you had been harboring over the last few weeks quickly replaced by that which made you want to recoil, made you want to back to your well to let its darkness and loneliness envelop you.
That horrible and ugly wave of crippling fear and axiety all mixed together; a little monster that you had successfully concealed, now displaying its ears in warning and the same smile that had been haunting you for years, now advising you, reminding you and most of all, threatening you, to go back to your own comfort zone. And so, powerless, there was nothing else you could really to but to comply, muttering an apology and a rejection that probably pained you more than it pained the boy in front of you.
You knew you did the right thing, but it definitely didn't feel like it. 
Especially a week later, as you expected his arrival- as always, ready with a tray full of fresh baked scones you had particularly made just for him, but were left severely disappointed when time passed and he was nowhere to be seen. Or two weeks later, after spending an extra hour making cake pops that you had specifically designed with him in mind (covered in dark chocolate and white sprinkles), only to realize it was closing time and that he never even showed up.
 To say you were bummed was an understatement. You knew you always looked forward to him coming in every week to grace your day with a smile and a polite talk, but you didn't come to terms with how much you would miss it until now. So three weeks later, you still bake with him in mind, trying not to lose hope but still chastising yourself for not being brave enough and accepting his offer. It was just a coffee date, for God's sake, not a marriage proposal! Trying to busy your mind with work and customers coming in and out, even if your eyes dart in anticipation everytime you hear the door swinging. 
When hours pass and the sun hides to make room for the moon and stars into the sky, you look at the clock and, with a defeated sigh, finish cleaning and tidying around the shop. But before you can gather your things, the door swings open and there stands the stranger you had been praying to see again. 
"Am I too late?" he asks, and you don't exactly know but can tell his words hold a double meaning. You smile, a genuine smile, because he looks bashful with a hand scratching the back of his head like he had done the last time you saw him, and because there's a warm sensation spreading through your chest, like your heart is smiling for you. 
"I was about to close, but I can make an exception." you accomplish to say and surprisingly don't sound as nervous as you feel. He mirrors your smile as he walks closer to the counter. "So, what would you like?" 
That takes him by surprise because he really had nothing in mind when he decided to come here and now he feels like an idiot. 
"Uh, um... I would like... maybe cupcakes?" he sounds like an idiot too. But you nod and smile at him and start gathering his cupcakes into a polka dot cardboard box.
"You missed the cake pops I made last week." you say, trying to keep your voice in check as he hands you his credit car. "I think you would've liked them."
"Ah, sorry... Work has been really hectic." and even if it's true, it's also true the fact that he chickened out and was frightened to face you again. He likes how even when you're alluding to his absence, there's not a malicious tone behind your words. He likes how you're still smiling at him even after he's been acting like a pussy for two weeks. But that's why he's here. "I also would like to apologize for... you know. I didn't-...If I made you feel uncomfortable, I'm really sorry."
With your eyebrows raised, your smile dissipates. "What? No, you didn't do anything wrong, really. It's not- It's not that. I just...can't." you stumble through words, trying to explain how much you actually wanted to go to that coffee date, to get to know his name and more of himself, but unavailable to. You can feel it again. The same anguish that always seem to creep up on you and numbs you altogheter. But him, worriedly sensing your distress, waves his hands in front of him.
"No, no. It's fine, you don't have to explain anything! It's alright!" his smile seems to soothe you and you return his smile in gratitude. "Anyways, I'll... I'll get going. See you next week?"
You nod, anticipation already making its way into you. "See you next week." and then he takes the box filled with cupcakes and says goodbye. Before he can open the door though, a tingle of impulsivity and fearlesness makes you say:
"I'm _____, by the way."
He pauses, clearly taken aback.
"Jungkook."
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Jungkook hasn't stopped repeating your name in his head ever since you gave it to him, grinning like a fool and thinking about how good it sounds next to his. He hasn't stopped frequenting your bakery either and has lost count on how much money he's spent on muffins and whatever else you sell. He doesn't care though. All he cares about is how much likes seeing you even if it's only for fifteen minutes in your floral dresses, and as long as you keep looking like you're glad to see him every time, then he's fine. 
He's more than fine. He feels amazing. Sings tunes while he works on customers, feels his creativity flowing more than ever and he feels whole. It still baffles him how a minimun interaction with you once a week can make him feel on top of the world. 
He's got a bouquet of white and pink lillies next time he visits, so sappy and romantic he doesn't even recognize himself. He doesn't tell you he googled their meaning and his mind instantly associated them with you. Purity is exactly what he thinks of you and admiration is exactly how he feels about you. Hands it to you and the surprised look on your face and the spreading of pink all over your cheeks makes his heart burst. You thank him and he tells you he didn't know what your favourite flower is. You answer it's carnations. He writes it down somewhere in his mind, for next time. And then you're the one surprising him.
"Would you like to have coffee sometime?" 
There's uncertainty in your voice that doesn't go unnoticed by him, and for a moment he thinks he's dreaming. He's cool with what he's got right now with you, but you repeating his words back to him makes him feel euphoric, like he can't believe it. He knows he looks dumb, the way he's looking at you. 
Completely dumbfounded. He stutters like the first same he met you, but he says yes (omits the part where he tells you he could almost die). You exchange number in each other's phones with shaky hands, set the day and hour, and then wave each other goodbye. 
You instantly regret it as you watch him leave. Keep regretting it the following days. That voice in your head telling you 'it'll happen again', telling you fairytales didn't exist and this most likely wasn't one, even if it felt like it was, suffocating you like it had done many times before. Screwing with your head until you consider canceling. 
But you power through it, like you had taught yourself to do. This time it's harder though. Because this time there's a new romantic interest at hand, one that's making you feel things you buried a long time ago and made you swear to yourself you'd be smarter and stronger than any man could. 
It's Hoseok's encouraging words that help ease the panic. It was also Hoseok's words who encouraged you to ask Jungkook out. Said you deserved something good for once and that you couldn't close yourself to love your entire life. 
Thought it was time for you to write a new chapter after a rather sad one. 
So on Saturday, Jungkook insists on picking you up and it already feels like too much for you. Especially when he shows up with a bouquet of carnations in his hand and a smile that takes your breath away and definitely doesn't help to ease your nerves. 
Takes him by surprised how pretty you look.  maybe because it's the first time he's seen you out of your shop and even though you're still loyal to your clothing style, he still fumbles with his words like an idiot to try to express how beautiful you look. Seeing he's as much of a mess as you settles you a little bit. Then he takes you to a cute café that almost makes you laugh, because seeing him, inked arms and piercings and a closet that consisted mainly of black oversized t-shirts and pants in such a bright environment reminds you of the first time he entered your shop. 
You're surprised to see how well the conversation rolls, how easy it is to talk to him beyond the usual brief interactions you two have. You like how he makes you laugh and how he seems to love hearing it. You like how his attention is solely focused on you, even if his gaze on yours sometimes feels too intense and his overall character intimidates you. You like how soft spoken he is, how careful he is with words and the sound of his voice. Sounds like a lullaby without melody. 
And when the date is over, he drives you home, walks you to your door and respectfully wishes you a good night. You kiss him on the cheek spontaniously before hiding the embarrassment on your face and stepping inside your home. You miss the way he stays at your doorstep for a whole minute before getting in his car and driving himself home. You also miss how peacefully he sleeps that night, dreaming of cupcakes and you. You don't miss the heart emoji he sends you before going to bed, making yours quiver.
You're glad you didn't cancel, and now you're sure you don't regret it at all
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It goes on. The dates, getting to know each other more and more, Jungkook's visits to your shop and spending way too much money on sweets and carnations, the butterflies in your stomach everytime he's near and the birth of something inside of you that's starting to make you feel alive after feeling dead for so long. 
It's still new, still wholesome, moves in slow motion. You're glad Jungkook doesn't push, doesn't ask for anything, never demands more than a kiss on the cheek everytime he drops you off. He is nothing like he looks like, you realized that right away.
But with every brand new beginning that requires feelings like this, especially as unique and exceptional as the ones Jungkook is causing within you, comes the evil monster trying to scare you off, to make you back off and remind you that not everything that shines is gold. The voice inside your head that keeps bewitching you back into a dark room, reminder in your head everytime that one day Jungkook will want more. He'll want more and you might not be ready to give it to him. 
A voice that keeps resonating and has kept you unmoving for the past few years and now is making you feel more frightened than ever. 
You've been more quite than usual and Jungkook can tell something is not quite right. It's a friday night, and after having dinner that he insisted on paying, he decided this time to drive you away, to a secluded space somewhere where you both can appreciate the city lights on the hood of his car. He can tell, so he asks you, but you give a vague answer. He wants to ask again, but he's afraid of overstepping your boundaries. He wants to get to know you in every level, want's to scratch the surface until he can see everything. He wants to learn you inch by inch. Wants to love every part you bare to him, because he's sure he will. 
"My ex partner was abusive."
You finally say with a voice that's not entirely yours, and it doesn't feel real. Doesn't feel real to say out loud and letting the words sink in. It's taken all this time of excusing behaviors that were not excusable, trying to make light of a situation that wasn't and blaming yourself for things that you were not to blame for. Jungkook stays silent, but his attention immediately focused on you as soon as you spoke. Eyes slightly wide and mouth starting to open as if to speak himself. But you go on.
"Not physically." you swallow a lump in your throat. "Sometimes he would throw things at me, but they didn't always land. Or... one time he pushed me while we were arguing. Never raised his hand at me though. It was mostly psychological and emotional. He was extremely jealous and possesive. Didn't like me hanging with my friends, would never bring me to hang out with him and his friends. Though I' was cheating on him with anyone. The cashier at the supermarket, a randome dude on the street that simply looked at me. Anyone." tears prickle your eyes, but you'd learned to hold them back.
"He would always get mad at me. Would already wake up angry and take it out on me. Without reason. Would always blame me for everything. He would get mad, insult me, call me any terrible name you can imagine, tell me I wasn't worth shit. That I wasn’t worth living.Then he would punch the wall, or break whatever was in sight. Everytime, I told him I was terrified of him. Would cry in a corner and beg him to stop. Sometimes he would just laugh at me for it." you sniff, still looking straight at the city lights, and trying to keep a composed tone throughout. You had grown up a lot since then, and you knew Jungkook deserved to know you. He deserved to understand. 
"Then he would calm down, apologize while he cried and promised he loved me and would change. He never did. It took me a long time to finally walk away, but the demons still haunt me to this day. You," you choke, because comparing your ex to the guy currently sitting next to you was like day and night, like heaven and hell. "You make me feel things I've never felt before. I always felt like asking for respect was asking for too much. And then here you come, like a knight on shining armour ready to sweep me off my feet. It felt like a dream. Still does..."
Jungkook's hands are balled into tight fists, his whole body rigid as he listened to you. His own heart breaking, like he could feel himself inside you and experiencing your own heartbreak. His blood's boiling, jaw so tight and eyes blinking. Pushing down his anger, because this is about you not him, he lets his body relax before sliding your hand in yours. 
"I like you so much,_____, it literally kills me at night how much. Not as much as hearing all of this, though. From the moment I saw you, I was whipped. I wanted and still want to give everything I can to see that smile of yours. It's me the one who can't believe you're paying me any attention at all." you're still not looking at him, but he still sighs in relief when your lips quirk up. "Just having you here next to me and letting me take you out on dates is more than enough for me. Whatever you give me, whatever your terms are, I'm content with that. You're healing, and while you do, I'll be right here."
You look at him now, not bothering to hide the tears streaming down your face anymore.
"What if I never heal completely?" there's fear in your voice as your eyes meet his, but just the dark brown in his gaze help you feel secure, less worried about the future and more serene about the now.
"I'll still be here."
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It doesn't take long for you to call it love.  
Not when Jungkook keeps proving himself to be so different and so special. Not when his gestures never cease to make you feel so special, so worthy of recieving and sharing love. Because Jungkook makes you feel invincible, makes you feel one in a million. 
"What to you even see in me? We're like, polar opposites." you ask him one day. And it's true, you are. So different from each other, yet the same. He laughs in disbelief, shaking his head, still holding your hand in your doorstep about to kiss your cheek goodnight. 
"I see everything." he simply says, eyes boring into yours in adoration. "I see the sun, and the moon, the stars, the entire galaxy when I'm with you." your heart clenches as he interlaces his fingers with yours. "Before I met you, I felt like I was blind. Like I was lost and was looking for an exit that I couldn't find. But then I saw you, in your little bakery, with your cute dresses and those eyes, and it was like my eyes opened for the first time. Everything made sense. Everything has been filled with so many colors ever sinc-" 
You shut him with your lips on top of his, emotions pulling at your heartstrings the same way you pull him down by the neck. He takes a few seconds to respond, but then this hands are dropping to your waist, their warmth immediately spreading through your skin against the chilly night.
"Would you like to come in?" you whisper, breath fanning over his lips. He nods, hurriedly, and he knows he looks like a damn idiot for the hundredth time, but he doesn't care. Because coming in doesn't only mean stepping in your home. Coming in means you're letting him in. Means you trust him, means you want him there, means you're allowing him inside your heart. 
Again, Jungkook doesn't expect nor demands much. Your presence is everything he needs. You kissing him is like winning the lottery to him. Like completing a marathon, like climbing the Everest, like getting his first tattoo. Kissing you is sweet, fills him with something strong that makes him feel on drugs, like nothing matters but you and him. Like nothing has ever mattered to neither of you. 
So it's you who leads him to your room, it's you who straddles his thighs and pushes his hair back as his hands carress your sides. It's nothing fiery. It's slow, tentative, and full of care. Of lingering touches, low sighs against each other's mouths. 
It's you who reaches inside his shirt, hand sneaking past the hem of the fabric and trembling cold fingers coming in contact with firm skin. It's also you who asks for more with a small roll of your hips. It's you who asks him to take his shirt off. It's him who complies. Still tells you you don't have to, you tell him you want to. 
It's you who asks him to touch you. He's scared like he's never been, because you're you, and you're so perfect and everything he's ever wanted and suddenly he's afraid of you're too good for him. Jungkook only wants to make you happy, never wants to see you cry, just wants to treat you the way you deserve. 
It's you who begs.
It's you who tells him you need him. Need him take care of you, need him to show you much you're worth, need him to help you write a new chapter, probably even a new book where you're both the main characters and nobody else has ever existed. You say it with tears in your eyes, and he's quick to kiss them away, tongue entangling with yours. He's quick to undress you as well, with hands that still ask for permission even after you've granted it already. Hands and lips that are also quick and eager to learn your body, to find every mole in your skin as he lays you back to look at you in admiration. He keeps kissing you. From head to toe, muttering praise, making sure every 'beautiful' and 'gorgeous' and 'perfect' that leave his lips stay fire engraved in your being forever. 
He first makes you cum with careful fingers and skilled tongue, thighs wrapped aro around his head, eyes still looking for yours as his hands keep your body still and yours crumple the sheets beneath. Tells you how good you taste, how long he's been dying to have you like this. Tells you this you his favourite sight as he kisses his way up. 
You beg him again, asking him to please, please, fill you up. He groans against your mouth and he tells you again, you don't have to. He says he's happy like this. Repeats he's in no rush and just wants to please you and make you feel good. That it's about you, and will always be about you. You beg him again, and again and again, enticing him with a trail of wet kisses down his neck, up to his eralobe. You whisper there, tell him you need him to fill you with his cock so bad. His whole body goes rigid as your legs wrap around him, legs pulling him closer to where you want him, his erection grazing your entrance and his teeth nibble your lower lip. 
Jungkook doesn't move for a while, eyes closed shut, jaw clenched and head buried in your neck. He doesn't move because his mind is somewhere else keeping him stagnant, pussy wrapping around him so good and wet and tight he's about to bust. Takes a while for him to move, but when he does he makes sure to grip your thighs around him, keeping you close, never wanting to let go as he tells you you were made just for him. Just for him. Tells you how good you feel. He tells you he loves you. Kisses your lips as you sob, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. He tells you he loves you. Tells you he'll love you forever and will always keep you safe and happy. 
You're crying now, cheeks wet and he stops for a moment to look at you, concern written all over his face as his hands craddle yours, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. "We can stop, baby." You shake your head no. Pull him back into another kiss, urging him to go on. You tell him you love this, love him so much. That it's a good thing. That they are happy tears. That you've never been happier. And then his hips start moving again, your words egging him own, soft whimpers and sobs leaving each other's throats until you cum at the same time. 
He then removes himself from you, rolling onto your side but he's quick to pull your body close, arms wrapping around you and lips kissing away the wet stains on your cheeks. 
It doesn't take long for you to know Jungkook would be the healthy forever and after you had always dreamed of.
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rainy-day-coffee · 3 years
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Dorm leaders finding their s/o making confections late at night
This is purely self-indulgent! I kind of feel like I did some of them dirty;;;
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Would understand to some extent, Trey sometimes bakes at night when inspiration hits or he just needs to blow off some steam
Would try and drag you back to bed without a second thought
If you aren’t breaking a dorm rule, you are certainly breaking a school rule
Bribe him with strawberries
He’ll let it slide if you manage to convince him to ease up…..probably
He’s never done something like this! It’ll take him awhile to loosen up
Will follow the recipe to a T, but will have trouble with a couple of steps
Will definitely be all smiles and giggles when he starts having fun, so much so that he starts to lose track of the time 
You two will be munching on strawberry truffles in the wee hours of the morning
Trey nearly has a heart attack when he finds you both sleeping on the kitchen floor
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Bold of you to think you would be able to escape his iron grip in the first place
If you manage to wiggle your way out, he’ll wake up almost immediately
Will try and convince you stay with him
A little annoyed when you prance off to the kitchen anyways. Are some scones more important than cuddling with him?
He’ll grumble a little before following after you 
Will plop himself on a chair and watch you
Would not try to help
If you nag him enough he may help you a bit. Just the tiniest bit……..like with taste testing
He’ll sit you on his lap and eat with you once the scones are done baking
Feed him and you’ll have a less grumpy lion
Will then proceed to carry you back to bed and snooze the rest of the morning away
You certainly didn’t expect to attend classes did you?
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Very confused to find you in the kitchen
Won’t think about it too much though, he finds the situation a little funny to be honest
If you ask him to help, he won’t object! Considering the fact that his family runs a restaurant and he runs a restaurant himself, he’s quite good at making a number of things
Will hum a little as he tries to show off his baking expertise
He’ll hug you from behind as you work on mixing the batter
He’ll blush heavily if you try to feed him
Wouldn’t indulge too much! He needs to be careful with his calorie intake
He’ll be sure to whisk you back to bed as soon as you finish
Will ask you to invite him next time, if he isn’t working on anything he’ll join you
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Kalim is a heavy sleeper
Quite honestly you have a better chance of waking Jamil on your way to the kitchen than Kalim
But if he does wake up and find you, you’ll need to give him a couple of seconds to shake the sleepiness away
Would 100% stay up the entire night to help you!
Please stop him if he tries to get experimental with the recipe. We don’t want to create more work for poor Jamil
Would do all sorts of things to get you to laugh! Such as smidge frosting on your nose or tickle you from behind
Just be careful you two don’t get carried away! If you make too much noise you’ll have an angry Jamil on your tails
Would definitely suggest that you two do this more often! He’ll even try and teach you how to make confections special to the Land of Hot Sands!
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This man would be highly disappointed in you
Why in the world are you sacrificing sleep to make baked treats? He could just buy you some tomorrow?
If you refuse to budge, he’ll help you finish! The sooner you get these out of the way, the sooner you two could go back to bed-!
He hasn’t made many sweets before, but he does get the hang of things very quickly! 
You can expect nothing less but beautifully frosted cupcakes from him
He won’t eat one now. But maybe, just maybe, he’ll eat one later. You did make them with him after all
Will proceed to nudge you off to bed, his lovely will not be staying up any longer!
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He had just finished a match in one of his games and had started to feel peckish
[Mission: Get some snacks] [Rewards: No gnawing hunger]
Considering that it’s quite late, he doesn’t think anyone will be out. A safe, quick journey to get some munchies this will be!
Yelps when he sees you in the kitchen making brownies
If you invite him to help you, he might self-combust on the spot
“I-isn’t this something that couples do?!”
“Idia, we’re dating……”
Would try helping you for sure! He likes science, and baking is a kind of science, right? Just let him eat something while you two carry on!
Whether he’s just handing you ingredients or helping you mix something, he will blush if his hands touch yours
Will nearly collapse if you try and feed him a brownie
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I believe fae don’t need as much sleep as humans do. He simply lies next to you on days when he doesn’t quite feel the need to slumber
Just explain you want to make some sugar cookies and he’ll be more than happy to tag along!
I wish you the best of luck if Lillia ever walks into the kitchen while you two are there
He’s never baked before, so please guide him through the process
If he gets some icing on his cheek whilst working, ask him to bend down so you can kiss it clean
He might just purposely smear more icing on his cheeks so you keep smooching him. He won’t admit it though
Will also return the favor of smooching, even if you have no icing on you
A few hours pass and you two will have made some pretty sugar cookies in the shape of dragons
Will feed the fruits of your labor to you! Feed those fruits to him as well!
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It Only Takes a Taste
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x [Fem]!Reader (GN pronouns, fem coded stuff, but I’m not sure where this is going as a larger work so we’ll say Fem!reader to be safe) Summary: You work at a diner. Aaron Hotchner falls in love with you. We’re not kidding around trying to make us all sound like profilers, just accept the diner life, we love it here. W/C: 1498 Warnings: none yet!  A/N:  First chapter of that diner!au i was talking about here! AO3 ps. I forgot to tag people, so: @willowrose99 & @genevievedarcygranger my beloveds. If you want to get added to the tag list jump in my inbox and i’ll try to remember to add tags every time i post. Where am I in this series?  01 | 02 | 03 | 04 |
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When you first meet him it’s 5am and raining. You’re switching over shifts for your friend, Rita, because she’s been doing night shifts at the diner. This late into her pregnancy she shouldn’t be working, not technically, but she needs the money and she’s got insomnia because of the baby, so she works nights now. There’s always someone working with her, be it Joe (who’s got far too much muscle for a chef) or Lola (who can beat anyone to a pulp with a pie tray). In the early hours of the morning a bunch of tatt’ed bikies come and sit and talk about their extracurricular activities (definitely not legal) because one time there was an armed hold up and the police didn’t turn up until two hours after it had happened. People don’t like holding up a diner full of men who eat their own motorbikes for breakfast.
But when he comes in, he’s not any of them. He’s not even one of Lola’s nightly hook-ups (she needs the money, you don’t ask). He’s too well dressed in a grey suit (or is it black? Maybe it’s black), trying desperately to shove his I.D. badge in his pocket. He has a look about him that says ‘I’m part of one of the alphabet soup agencies’. A smile on his face, dead in the eyes, and the weight of the world on his shoulders. He fumbles with his wallet as he squints to read the menu behind the counter. The rain’s stopped dripping from his hair, instead he’s got droplets like his woken with the morning dew upon him.
“Hi love,” Rita coos as she hangs her apron up. She has a look about her that says she’ll eat this man for her breakfast. It’s an effort not to curse those pregnancy hormones some days.
“Go home,” you tell her, swatting her arm. “Put your feet up, rest, sleep while the baby does or some shit.” Rita sticks her bottom lip out and pouts, but she’s making grabby hands for her purse, which is stored where the tea towels used to be. Far too high to reach even when one’s not pregnant. You grab it down for her, ignoring the showering of thank-yous.
The new guy (who is getting more and more handsome by the second) is still looking at the menu. He doesn’t look like he’s going to stop looking and order any time soon.
“Are you sure you’re fine to take the metro in this weather?” you check. She’s rubbing her swollen belly and looking longingly at the booths that haven’t had anyone sit in them for hours now. 
“Wait forty-five minutes and I’ll take you!” Joe yells. He’s slaving over something in the kitchen even though it looks like no one’s ordered in hours. “Wife gave me the car ‘cause of the storm!”
“Forty-five,” you repeat and point her towards the seat that she’s been eyeing off. Rita sighs, nods, then goes out to the seat. “What can I get you?” Usually when addressing the customer you’d add something gentle like ‘sweetheart’ or ‘love’ or ‘dear’ because the customers like it and they come back because they think you’re treating them like a long lost friend.
He bats his dark eyelashes and rubs at his forehead.
“I don’t know.” He sounds tired, balancing on the very edge of exhaustion. He might just fall off into a pit of sleep that he won’t wake up from. Been there, done that. “Do you guys do coffee?”
You laugh and point to the brewed pot beside you. There’s one for each table, free refills with a pie purchase. It’s written in decorative lettering right above you on the blackboard.
“We can put it in a take-away cup. It’s before six so it’s free anyway,” you offer. The last bits a lie, but Joe doesn’t care about a cup or two of coffee going missing. He’ll catch it up later when he flirts with all of the mom’s coming through after school drop off. The new guy nods and pulls out a ten dollar note and shoves it in the tip jar. You raise an eyebrow at him, but he nods anyway. He’s like a broken bobblehead.
“I know.” He goes to the sweets display and searches through it like he’s looking for something specific. Maybe he is. You’ve not seen him in the diner before, and neither has Rita, but maybe he’s one of Lola’s regulars. Maybe you’d judged him wrong. 
“Anything caught your eye?” you ask, leaning over the counter as if you could see it from his angle too. Maybe you do it to show off just that little bit of cleavage. He notices, then looks like he’s done entirely the wrong thing as he licks his lips and blinks like a school boy.
“S-sorry,” he stammers, and Rita giggles. You point at her and give her a stern look, but she just puts her hand over her mouth and lies down on the seat. She’s still silently giggling because her belly keeps bobbing above the table. 
“I just…” he has that exhausted look on his face again.
“Long day at work?” The answer is always yes for the people who work at the alphabet agencies. He nods. “Take a seat, grab some coffee, take a minute. It’s only just gone five, you’ve got time.” 
He nods. He looks like he’s gotten his words all mixed up and they’re just sitting in his mouth, refusing to leave. Tongue tied doesn’t exactly encapsulate what looks like is going on inside his head. He sits at one of the chairs in front on the counter, and takes the coffee cup gratefully as you pass it to him.
He’s definitely an alphabet soup man. He sits in this weird stance like he’s countering his weight against a gun. His shoulders are hunched forward as if he spends hours a day doing paperwork. He’s got a nervous twitch in his hands like sitting still is only going to bring the next case.
You think about making a joke about turning on the cellphone jammer, but last time Joe made that joke the whole place ended up swarming with cops. Absolute disaster. No one’s going to do that one again. 
“Cherry, berry or apple?” you ask, grabbing a plate.
“Sorry?”
“Cherry, berry or apple?” Rita repeats from her booth. “For the pie, sweetheart.”
“Uh, I didn’t—“
“Eat it,” Rita growled. You pull a face at her even though she can’t see you. The guy smiles.
“Apple, please.” Well mannered. Sweet. He looks elated as you slide the apple pie to him and hand him the canned cream.
“Not as good as fresh, but it’s better than nothing.” 
He puts a generous amount on his plate. You half think he might like it more than proper cream. Rita leans up just enough to look at him as he digs in, fanning herself playfully before sighing and collapsing back down.
Joe brings out his tray of caramel salted cookies. They’re thick enough to look like cakes with a gooey caramel center, and they usually sell out pretty quickly. The new guy watches them intently.
“How much trouble am I going to get into if I give those to my son?” 
“How old is he?”
“Ten.”
You smile. That’s a good age. “How much do you hate his teacher?” 
He considers this with a gentle tilt of his head. “Not a lot. I’ll give it to him after school.” He pulls out his wallet again and Joe looks like he’s just hit the mother lode as he grabs one of the cardboard boxes. 
“If you really want to spoil your kid, y/n here can write really pretty on top.” You glare at Joe. He shrugs. He’s covered in cake batter and cookie dough, and smells like pancake batter. He’s always smelling sickly sweet, and like a well lived in home, despite looking like the living embodiment of Gaston. “She does it for my wife all the time.”
The handsome man’s phone buzzes. He checks it, then shovels the rest of his pie in his mouth like a starved man. 
“I have to go,” he says. He gives Joe another ten and tells him to keep the change. Joe looks like he’s about to break into a song and dance. You pour a fresh cup of coffee into a take-away cup and slide it across the counter to him. He thanks you a thousand times over then goes. With his cookie.
“Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME?” Rita screeches the moment the door shut with it’s little jingle. “I’ll-show-him-my-cleavage-but-I-won’t-ask-his-name?? No wonder you can’t get a date!”
“I’ll do it next time.” Not that there’s ever a ‘next time’ for these alphabet soup agents. They’re always looking for the next place to go to so they don’t have a ‘regular place’ that can be ambushed. 
But in a perfect world... you’d see him every day.
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