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bulgogisland · 1 year
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cheesiedomino · 1 month
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Second chances ꙳ ੭ * ‧
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synopsis: your old situationship from many years ago just moved back in town and of course, he has to text you. but it’s not just any normal text — he’s asking you out on a proper date this time. will you give a second chance to Cupid? or will you be left here feeling stupid?
genre: lee minho x fem!reader | exes (??) to lovers wc: 4.6k tags/warnings: fluff, some light angst, slightly suggestive but nothing srs, mild cursing, kissing, small mentions of crying T-T
now playing 🎧: from the start by laufey
[this is part of my valentine’s series where i write a short story for each member surrounding themes of love, newfound romance, relationship hardships & more.]
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“Why don’t you give Tinder a try already? I’m sick of hearing you nagging all day about being lonely!” Areum abruptly suggests mid-convo , resting her palm on the side of her face.
As you both casually wait for the food to arrive, you end up on the dreadful topic of dating again. You got into a real heated discussion with her, sitting in a booth at this new restaurant one of your coworker’s recommended. It wasn’t super well known but they wouldn’t stop raving about how delicious their breadsticks were. The place wasn’t too jam packed but definitely had a decent amount of people. What you weren’t anticipating on was seeing dozens of couples here, it kind of threw your whole vibe off since it only reminded you of your current sad relationship status. Maybe you were putting far too much thought into it but everything seemed so highly unfair. Glaring in envy while they all happily rub in your face that they’ve found their forever companion.
Life really can be cruel at times.
“You can’t be for real right now..” you instantly side eye your friend from across the table. Feeling personally triggered whenever she mentions online dating. You refuse to try it, never wanting to partake in such a vain concept where you swipe left and right based solely on looks. “That’s not the same as real romance. I want to meet someone naturally, wanna tell my kids when they grow up how I met their dreamy, hunk of a father in aisle 39 at Whole Foods.”
One could say it’s almost pathetic in a way— this burning desire you harbor within, longing for a pure, quaint, and beautiful love. Constantly catching yourself daydreaming about finding your life partner, the person you’re going to marry and possibly create an eternal family with. That day has yet to come unfortunately, but you still hold onto the thought of you someday meeting the one.
You thought you found them before, but thou shalt not speak thy names out into existence.
“Well, good luck finding ‘real romance’ in the big age of 2024-” Areum snorts in amusement, taking a pause to sip on her mango strawberry lemonade. “I need whatever drugs you’re on that’s making you this delulu so I can fantasize about my knight and shining armor that’s never coming!”
God you hate that word. Delulu. Why are you suddenly “delusional” for wanting a picture perfect romance? It doesn’t need to be perfect per se, but you want to feel adored, swept off your feet and embraced like the true queen you are. Was that too much to ask? Considering the current state of dating in this day and age, it might just be.
“I mean, let’s face it girl. You literally don’t know the first thing about love ___, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows like in the K-dramas y’know! Haven’t you only had like one boyfriend in high school? You barely even dated that guy for a month-”
“That’s because he dumped me to go move to LA and become a dumb YouTuber!” You snapped back, cutting her off to get all the facts straight.
It was hard not to grimace while thinking of such old memories. Dating a Minecraft streamer definitely had to be one of the most embarrassingly cringe choices you’ve ever made.
“Whatever that’s beside the point. What I’m trying to get at here is you don’t have the best track record when it comes to men. Remember that other guy you were seeing before we graduated? I thought y’all would’ve dated for sure but he turned out to be a dickhole just like the rest of ‘em…” Areum shakes her head in disbelief, recalling all those times you’d call in a frenzied panic about things not working out.
“What was his name again? Min… Minwoo? No, that’s not it.. it was definitely Min something.” She attempts on remembering but keeps drawing a blank.
“Minho.” You answer almost instantaneously. His name still rolled off the tongue smooth as velvet.
It felt weird though. Saying it out loud after so many years of blocking it from your immediate vocabulary. A name you thought would never escape your lips again.
“Damn, you really still think about him don’t you?” She dares to ask, knowing how difficult it is for you to even talk about this anymore.
You only respond by nodding slowly, unable to bring yourself to look at her. It was far too intense; bearing the emotions of hurt and guilt from a past fling that meant more to you but nothing to the other. That’s how most of your tragic stories end— always too overly into them while they barely reciprocate any of that energy towards you. The thing is, you thought Minho actually liked you, even so far as wanting to date in the near future. Considering he brought you over his parent’s house (to hook up of course), and though you didn’t meet them you still think that meant something. Most men don’t just bring any woman they’re seeing to their parent’s place without somewhat thinking a potential relationship could happen down the line.
“So that’s why you should download Tinder and start swipin’ on some other cuties! It’ll at least distract you for a bit and get your mind off that asswipe,” Areum pitches her idea once more, “there’s plenty other fish in the sea ___. Not everyone online is some crazy serial killer, plus you clearly don’t seem to be having much luck out in the real world.”
You wanted to jump up from the table and erase that smirk from her face but instead you roll your eyes at that last remark. “I don’t need those shitty dating apps. I’m very capable of finding someone in real life for your information!” You quickly retort as a means to defend yourself. Even though she did have a point, her delivery could’ve been a little bit nicer.
It’s not easy being a hopeless romantic, you can’t help but yearn for that special someone to enter your life and change it for the better. You won’t feel wholly satisfied nor complete until you do. The sad reality of the matter was that you are still painfully single. No one’s interesting enough to cease your attention, let alone go on any actual dates. Areum’s had enough of your bitching and whining though, there’s only so many rants and tirades she can keep listening to about your vicious hatred for men before she loses it completely. Your nonexistent love life has become more of a nuisance as that time of year approaches— Valentine’s Day. A god forsaken holiday you’ve always loathed with a passion. Wanting nothing more than to be one of those girls on the receiving end getting flowers and chocolates. A day full of the utmost joy and pleasant surprises from your loving significant other.
Must be nice..
Speaking of surprises.. The buzzing in your ear echoes from your phone pinging loudly, indefinitely startling you. Grabbing it to check the sudden notification, your eyes go absurdly wide at the contact name displayed on your screen. Blinking numerous times from shock, you stare at your phone in incredulity; making sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.
Lee Minho. The Lee Minho?
What kind of sorcery is being conjured where the instant you bring him up, he somehow texts you after all these years of not speaking? This coincidence was more than unsettling to you. A part of your inner thoughts still believes this is all some elaborate joke being played on you, waiting for a cameraman to pop out of some curtain to announce you’ve just been pranked. But nothing happens, life proceeds as normal. Now you’re left with the most puzzling notification you might’ve ever received.
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It was your last year of college and the pressure of your academics along with appeasing your family was getting to you immensely. You needed an escape from all of it, desperately. Which you found through none other than Lee Minho, the boy who worked as a barista at Cozmo’s; this coffee shop you used to frequent a lot. It was a cute, small family-owned establishment and they made the best matcha lattes— in your humble opinion. You’d pick one up almost every day along with a slice of freshly baked cinnamon bread. It started off as only playful banter with him in the beginning, then it lead to more as time went on. One day, as you reached out to pay he blocked your hand from moving any closer, letting you freely walk away without spending a dime. This soon became a regular occurrence, as you’d start seeing Minho outside of work, getting to know more and more about him. You remember so desperately wanting to date back then, pitying your past self for thinking there was even a chance.
‘Maybe he’s just texted the wrong person’ you psyche yourself into thinking, but when you unlock your phone to finally read the message — an uncomfortable lump forms in the pit of your throat.
Minho 🐈:
Hey is this still ___’s number?
You honestly don’t know why you still have his number saved, let alone allowing a whole emoji to be next to it. Though it never was like you to delete anything, no matter how painful it may have been. More lingering questions makes you want to seek out the possible solutions. Why would he text you of all people ? None of this adds up in your mind realistically. Furrowing your brows in concentration, you think of what to say as you draft out a response.
Yes… who’s this?
After a tedious struggle of typing out multiple paragraphs and immediately deleting them, you went over your words a few more times before sending a final reply. It would’ve been strange had you knew exactly who he was off the bat, that’ll just be dead giveaway you still had his contact info saved this whole time. But with that logic, doesn’t that make Minho just as odd for still keeping your number after all this time has passed?
Your phone dings again.
Minho 🐈:
Srsly -_-
Did you really delete my number??
Bet he didn’t see that one coming. He probably thought the moment he texts you, you were gonna kiss up to him like you’ve always done in the past. Mentally giggling to yourself at the image of him getting flustered by you not knowing who he was at first. Feels good to know you knocked his confidence down a peg.
Lol, chillax.. I know it’s you Minho :P
Not even a minute later, a flood of incoming messages appear. Biting your lip out of nervousness, your heart couldn’t stop beating so fast— anxiously checking your phone as the atmosphere around you suddenly gets stuffier.
Minho 🐈:
Better be lucky I didn’t block you after that ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Guess who’s back in the city btw. Did ya miss me? ;)
No need to answer that, I already know you did. You should stop by at Cozmo’s again sometime!
Also what’re you up to this week? I need you to clear out all your plans because I’m taking you out on a date.
You always knew Minho was the bold type but this was on another level. The sheer audacity he has to even ask something like this after not reaching out for almost 3 years was more than ballsy on his part. It felt like a surge of butterflies erupting in your stomach, getting lightheaded as you think about seeing him again. He really had an effect on you like no other.
Glancing up from your screen to finally pay attention to Areum again, you assure her everything’s going to be just fine. “Looks like I won’t be needing to download Tinder after all.”
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Later on that day you ended up going to Cozmo’s and meeting up with Minho. It never really took much convincing from him to get you to budge, though it was a hell of a lot worse back then. You used to blindly follow along with anything he said just to seek his approval, hoping that eventually he’ll see you as the girl he wants to settle down with. Alas, nothing ever blossomed into something more, and you knew deep down that this was headed nowhere— but that still didn’t stop you from fantasizing about a future with him. Getting lost into deep thought, head heavy in the clouds as you imagine the idea of Minho confessing his undying love for you. You’ll be so caught off guard as he gets down on one knee, looking at you with the entire solar system in eyes while he proposes in the most charming way. It really is pitiful how much you still daydream about a guy who wasn’t your boyfriend but would constantly act like he was, then up and leaves without mentioning a single word about it.
You convinced yourself he ran off with someone else to have a better life with, even hearing through town gossip that he’s moved to South Korea to pursue becoming an idol. Whatever the case may be it still weighed heavily on your mind that he never bothered to tell you anything, even a simple ‘goodbye’ would’ve sufficed the empty hole in your heart. The main reason you agreed on meeting up with Minho was to finally ask, why? Why did he pretend to like you? Why did he act like your boyfriend when he never had intentions on seriously dating? Why was he so good at making you fall so hard for him..?
“You look great.” You subconsciously blurt out, affixed in a daze as you stare in awe at the man in front of you.
It’s been a while since you came here— never able to fully bring yourself to try and go back. Though you knew this place first, and they really did have the best Mactha lattes in the universe. It reminded you too much of him and you sadly had to let it go.
You weren’t proud of it but you did go home quickly to change clothes and redo your makeup. Usually you wouldn’t care but this was the only guy you’ve been consistently crushing on for years, you had to feel good inside and out. Minho was just as gorgeous as you remembered, if not he looked even more ethereal — which seemed impossible in itself already. He’s grown up so beautifully, his facial features became more sharp, especially his jawline which looks so defined and sculpted by the Gods.
Minho lightly chuckles at your timidness, some things just never change. “You look way better.” His lips drew into a faint smirk as he admires your presence.
He meant every word of what he said, you looked really good, and it was making him even more frustrated that so much time has passed. Regretting the way he handled things so many years ago, wishing he could take it all back and do everything differently. Seeing you again made it easier for Minho to suppress the guilt he’s borne for so long. This moment feels like a second chance to make amends for his past mistakes.
You couldn’t help but blush when you hear his compliment, feeling your ears grow hot as you look at the ground. There was a silent pause between you that lasted for what seemed like ages. Weirdly enough the conversation flowed well after he finally broke the awkwardness, the chemistry was overall still there and were able to pick up right where it left off.
“I’m so glad you came ___, I’ve been dying to see you since I got here. I’m surprised you even still responded to my lame ass.”
Minho’s light confession puzzles you. If he really was dying to see you, why’d he wait so long to get in contact with you? To be fair, you don’t know the exact time he came back.
“Oh, is that so? When’d you come back? Also show me pics of Korea, I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like there.” You fondly inquire, leaning against the side of the wall as he’s still behind the counter. He mentioned to you he’s only working part time because his parents would rather mooch off their son for free labor than to hire and pay a new employee.
“Yesterday,” he quickly states before taking out his phone to scroll through his gallery, “guess my sister must’ve told you I went there huh?”
You shook your head, “Nah, I haven’t talked to Elle in a while. She’s tried hitting me up a few times though.. but I found out through Areum ‘cause she was seeing Hoseok back then.”
They were definitely “seeing” each other alright, but mostly in the bedroom. Areum didn’t want anything exclusive with Hoseok and neither did he, it was the perfect friends with benefits situation. Minho and Hoseok were good friends who’ve known each other for a while, so naturally he’d tell Areum everything and overshare at some point.
“Agh, there’s a customer gotta take this. One sec, sorry!” He briefly apologizes before bringing his attention to the new person heading inside. You nod, signaling he’s good to go. “I’ll be waiting over there,” you point to a small wooden table with 2 chairs in a corner.
Once Minho comes back you notice he’s no longer wearing his purple work apron; back in his regular attire now and sporting an oversized dark grey hoodie that was three times too big. He was holding a large cup with green liquid and a paper bag in his hand, that’s when it clicks for you— he still remembers your favorite meal.
He’s grinning the whole time he’s handing you the matcha latte and cinnamon pastry, smiling from ear to ear like a kid on Christmas Day. This was the most you’ve seen him be so enthusiastic about something, even back when you were “with” him you can’t recall him beaming with such energy like this.
“Awh, thank you. I haven’t had either one of these in years!” You wanted to give him the biggest hug but you refrained from doing so, feeling as though it may be too early for that.
“Of course dear, anything for you.”
Why does everything he says have to make you melt from the inside out? It’s not fair! >:(
Glancing down at your yummy beverage, you see a message written on the side of the glass with bold permanent sharpie. Tilting your head to read it, the words are bit jumbled together but you get the gist. You’re almost left speechless after it reads: ‘___, Will you be my valentine?’
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Your most dreaded and least favorite holiday is here, yippee! But, there’s a twist on this year’s turn of events; you actually have someone to celebrate this wretched tradition with. You should be excited but all you’re feeling is the sudden urge to vomit as you were nervous out of your mind. This was kind of weird to you, going on a date with your ex boyfriend who was never even your real boyfriend. Looking back on it now you shouldn’t have tolerated a relationship dynamic like that, Minho was clearly taking advantage of your passiveness by not explicitly saying what he wanted. On the contrary, you had no one to blame but yourself, you never spoke up or criticized anything even if it didn’t coincide with your personal morals.
The fact he never took you on an actual date until now speaks volumes, you obviously didn’t have enough self worth back to demand better treatment. It took you years of figuring out what a real, healthy relationship is supposed to be like through trials of therapy and that was an emotional rollercoaster in itself. All your uncertainties soon faded away once you became more secure and knew exactly what you wanted for yourself. It took every ounce of patience and acceptance to unlearn all your bad coping mechanisms and other toxic behaviors that were only stunting your inner growth. You’re happy to be in a position now where you’re able to express wholeheartedly what you deserve, it’s the best feeling ever to feel like you’re in control of your own life.
You spent almost 3 hours getting ready and your bedroom now looked like a war zone. The outfit you chose was super girly, a frilly white dress with pink platform heels— Minho’s going to drool in amazement when he sees you. When you sent Areum photos of you before heading out, she responds right way with a series of hearts and other sweet comments— hyping you up to no end like the best friend she is. She’s also able to help pull you out of your doubtful headspace, when you felt unsure if you could really go through with this she quickly psyched you out of it. Reminding you exactly who you are and why you are the prize, not him. ‘He should be the one who’s nervous, not the other way around’ you assure yourself over and over as a mini ego boost.
His jaw dropped when he spotted you walking up to his car, infatuated by how pretty and perfect you looked in every way possible. It angers him so much to know he took all this for granted, he didn’t appreciate all of you the way he should’ve but now he gets another chance to redo everything and right his wrongs. It’s a lot of pressure but he bravely accepts it, he could never mess up another opportunity like this again. The car ride was fairly silent in the beginning, you were vibing in peace as the only thing you could hear was Minho’s soft indie playlist as background music.
You ultimately chose to be the one to speak first, breaking the ice with a simple inquiry about the date. “So where are we going?” Looking out at the scenery from the window, all you is trees and more trees. If it’s something to do with nature you surely don’t want any parts of it, you’ve never been too fond of the wilderness.
“It’s a surprise, I can’t tell you.” He keeps a tight seal on today’s destination without dropping a single hint, forcing you to go completely blind into this. As he goes back to focus on the road, you sigh anxiously after hearing him refuse to disclose anything.
Did he seriously forget what kind of person you are? Anyone who’s close to you at all knows you’ve never been into those types of things. Ever.
“You know I hate surprises Minho,” you remind him, attempting to pry for more information. Even shooting him a doe eyed look along with poking out your bottom lip, but he doesn’t falter.
He simply nods, “I know but you’ll like this one, just have a little bit of faith me.” Flashing an innocent smile at you, he seems to be overly confident in whatever his plan consists of.
After almost half an hour passes the car finally comes to a stop, you scan the area and instantly notice a sense of familiarity among the place. Across from you was an ice cream parlor you thought didn’t exist anymore. But there it is, still standing with dozens of customers waiting in line. The small shop was famously known for its fish-shaped ice cream cones, you’ve always wanted to visit the place and try it when you were a little from seeing it on TV all the time. When you told Minho about it, you said how your parents would say it was too far but it actually closed down and they didn’t know how to tell you. From time to time you’d still think about that place, but you would’ve never thought they relocated. Being here with Minho brings an indescribable amount of happiness to your spirit.
“I mentioned this place like one time in passing, how’d you even remember?” You wonder in amazement, after all these years he still remembers something as minuscule as this.
“It may not have seemed like it but I paid attention to every little detail you told me ___, all it. Of course I know you don’t like surprises but how else would I have been able to take you here?” He sweetly expresses to you, not wanting to hold back anymore.
You wanted to cry right here, right now. All your emotions came crashing down at once and it’s hard to keep them concealed. A lot has changed within these years, things feel so different with him now, especially with how much he’s matured. You notice how he doesn’t act like the typical fuckboy in his early 20’s anymore, he’s much more interested in getting to know only person — that being you.
“I’ve rehearsed this in my head like a million times and I don’t think I’ll ever say it the right way I want but it’s time I start being as transparent as possible with you…” Minho takes a deep breath before continuing, “I’ve always liked you ___, from the start actually,” he keeps going, “I was just scared, of what I don’t know.. Commitment maybe?”
Slightly looking in another direction, your vision faintly blurs from tears welling up, “I- I honestly don’t know what to say..”
“Then don’t say anything at all, I don’t need you to. I may not know the first thing about how to love someone, but I want to learn all of it with you.” He feels all the remorse of leaving you alone for all these years, unable to process the pain you must’ve endured at him not getting into contact with you. “I’m so sorry ___. For everything, I’m going to make it all better I promise.”
Your eyes subconsciously flutter shut when he comes in contact with you. Connecting in perfect symmetry with your lips to sync together in motion. His gentle hands cupped your face delicately; his touch was so warm and inviting. Your fingers were deeply tangled in his brunette locks, relishing every minute as he tilts his head to capture more of you. He genuinely couldn’t believe he went this long without kissing these luscious lips again. His tongue grazed the bottom of your lip to subtly ask for entry and you comply. Dopamine floods both your senses like a series of fireworks going off, feeling intoxicated by each other’s taste. It was probably that vanilla bean chapstick you always wore— an old favorite of his and is still your go-to flavor of choice. He wanted to savor you in this moment for as long as he could, cherish the fact he has you in his hold again.
“Want to know something funny?” He asks out of nowhere, still smirking from that heated kiss that just happened seconds ago.
“Hm?”
“You’re the reason I ended up coming back here.” Minho states bluntly, no hesitation detected in his voice whatsoever.
You struggle to comprehend anything, overwhelmed by all his sudden confessions. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I never want to leave your side ever again ___. I’m staying here with you, I already made the biggest mistake of losing you once I can’t let the same thing happen twice.” He spoke tenderly from the bottom of his heart, it felt so genuine you couldn’t not believe him.
Going back to rewind time isn’t possible, but “do-over’s” are, and sometimes we’re able to get those second chances to make things right when we get them wrong the first time.
[End <3].
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plutowon · 1 year
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[blessing]
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pairing: jungwon x reader
genre: angst, slight fluff, vent, comfort post
warnings: depression, anxiety, feelings of self doubt and worthlessness,
synopsis: drowning in an ocean of pain, jungwon is there to pull you up (a reminder that you are loved just incase you’ve forgotten)
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it’s often that you find yourself on the floor of your bedroom, soaking into the carpet, drowning in your own anxiety and self pity. with your mind racing 100mph, it’s hard to not question your worth in the world.
have your friend’s not contacted you to give you space, or had they forgotten about you? or do they simply not care? does anyone miss you? does anyone notice you’re gone, drifting into the floor of your bedroom?
truth be told, you wouldn’t blame your friends for not caring, you’ve never been a very memorable person. you’re sure that if your presence was dusted off the face of the earth, no one would care. you’re as forgettable as the dust bunnies sitting under the bed. you’re sure the sun would shine as always, the earth would orbit as always, birds would sing, children would laugh, lovers would love, everything would move on without a hitch, not a single spare glance to disappearance of your burdensome presence.
it’s always at these moments that jungwon comes through the door, a worried look painting his face because he knows when he calls your name downstairs and you don’t answer you’re probably sulking in the bedroom.
you wonder if jungwon would be better off without you.
you, his below average girlfriend that he has to take care of because she’s emotionally unstable. he’s out of your league, you’re undeserving of him. you’re not pretty, you’re not special, you’re not a star in the sky shining brightly down on him, you’re just you, a speck of dust on the earth’s surface.
you wonder why he loves you.
you wonder how he could love you, someone as pathetic as yourself.
“that’s not true” jungwon looks down at you, aghast at what you’ve just said. the words had come to your mind and tumbled out of your mouth so fast you hadn’t even realized you were talking. and there’s no point in taking it back now, he knows you mean it.
“how could you say that? you’re so special to me…you matter to me more than anything” he pulls you in his big, warm arms so tight, as if he’s scared that if he lets you go you’ll disappear forever, which is, perhaps, a valid fear.
gently pulling you into his lap, he rests his head in the crook of your neck, pressing his nose into your shoulder and leaving tiny kiss on your neck.
“you know i love you so much, i don’t know what i’d do without you…nobody on earth means as much as you. every star could fall from the sky right now and i’d be fine, i have my star right here”
you chest begins to shake as your eyes gloss over and you look at yourselves in the mirror across the room.
“you’ve touched so many people, angel, i know. you’re a blessing to many, who could ever forget something as magical as you? don’t ever question your place in the world. there’s nobody else like you, that’s why people love you, and they do, truly. no matter how lonely it feels, there will always be someone who loves you unconditionally.”
he holds your shivering figure as you cry uncontrollably, turning around and hooking your arms around him as your hands cling to the back of his shirt. he carresses your back and leaves gentle kisses on the top of your head and he hopes you can feel it, the uncontrollable love he has pouring out for you and you only.
only for a blessing like you.
to jungwon and to many others, you’re an angel amongst the sea of humans one usually sees everyday. you’re a once in a lifetime experience, a sight to be fought over, a beauty to die over. meeting you is like discovering a new planet, a brand new paradise. you’re as refreshing as a cool and crisp summer breeze, as sweet as strawberry lemonade. you’re prettier than a diamond, and cuter than a kitten, your only flaw is how blind you are to how amazing you are. how people marvel at you, how they’re enchanted by you. you’re a national treasure, a once in a lifetime experience, an angel,
a blessing.
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arlerts-angel · 8 months
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—saturdays are for loving you 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃
cw: armin x reader fluff, SFW! picnic date with armin ♡
🍞🐑🍓🍯🍂🥧🍄 🧺🍎
the sun shines brightly atop the yellow/green grass your bare feet are planted on. multi-colored flowers are painted across the open field. a pretty pink sundress hugs your body just right and you feel more beautiful than you've felt in your lifetime. "help me spread this blanket out?" armin's sweet voice calls you out of your own head. you nod and smile to the angel standing across you, taking two corners of the strawberry patterned picnic blanket he picked out because it reminded him of you. you wonder all the time how you got this lucky.
the blanket is now spread out across the sharp blades of grass. a gust of light wind blows past. the warm smell of his herbal and spicy yet oceanic cologne graces your nostrils. breathing in his scent transports your thoughts to a getaway island, just the two of you with soft white sand between your toes next to a small fire until his voice brings you back to reality once more. "you alright there? you seem distracted." that sounds exactly like something he'd say. so sweet, always thinking about you and making sure you're okay. you nod. "yeah, sorry. just daydreaming. you know me." you smile softly at him. he chuckles, flashing his perfectly straight and white teeth that were blinding in the sunlight. "damn," you think to yourself. "what's it like to truly be god's favorite?" he is the epitome of perfection. the way he wakes up with his hair looking perfectly styled, his clear and glowy skin with no particular skincare routine, and his overwhelming kindness to everyone he meets is beyond you. "you have to be god's proudest trophy."
the food you two have prepared for this date is arranged as picture perfect as possible. you made a charcuterie board, he made a pitcher of lemonade, and the both of you made sandwiches. what's a picnic without sandwiches? you take out your phone, snapping as many photos as possible. he's so photogenic. just a photo of him looking down at the grass is worthy to be hung up high in a gallery. the two of you take some photos together and eventually start your picnic date. you spend hours outside eating, chatting, laughing, bird watching and picking flowers for each other.
as the sun sets and the two of you pack away the picnic, he grabs you gently by the waist and places a soft kiss on your forehead. he speaks softly.
"you know... i love you every day, but i love you even more on saturdays. they're just perfect days for loving you."
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luvforemikai · 1 month
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Comfort In Ending
Alex Summers x black!fem!reader
summary - your time recovering after your Fiance Alex's death
warnings - very very slight mentions of smut
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You sit in your now deceased Fiance's bedroom while looking at the specs of rain slam again his window. Everything in his room reminds you of him. The butterfly necklace that was on his nightstand. It was originally yours but he took it with him everywhere you weren't, to remind him of you.
The chair sitting next to his window. You'd sit with him on the brightest of days, looking over the area.
The blanket sitting right next to it. He'd use that for surprise picnics. Eating strawberries and drinking lemonade while looking at the flowers bloom. Not a care in the world.
And his bed. Where you two had some of the most intimate moments together. Whether it was rubbing his hair softly while he dozed off to sleep. Him massaging your back after a long day. Or the two of you making love like there was no tomorrow.
You look around the room crying, because everywhere you look you see him. You smell him. You taste him.
You may have had your fights but deep down there was nothing that could drive you two apart.
You sit at the corner of his bed, your black dress soaked in tears when you hear a knock at his door.
"Come in." You say weakly. Scott opens the door and there's a sliver of silence before he speaks up, realizing you won't. "You ready?" He whispers.
You take a deep breath as you stand up with a crinkled piece of paper in your hands, walking towards Scott and taking his hand.
You both leave the x-mansion as the rain clears and the sun peaks through the dark clouds. You're led into a beautiful but wet field of flowers. The same field he led you on days you had no classes or training.
You're brought to his casket. Dark blue and brown. Everyone is standing with their heads low, yours being the only one held high.
As everyone gives their share of flowers, lastly, you neatly place a note on top, rubbing his casket, then leaving.
Dear Alex.
I never expected this to happen, but who does in times like these. You already know how I feel about you so there's really no reason to write it. I've told you every day since we started dating. I just never knew hate would be one of those feelings.
Though I don't hate you, I could never, no matter what. I hated how you were always so brave when others weren't. I hated when you were drafted and came back with night terrors every single day. I hated how you had to always be the one to take risks when the only risk you needed to take was loving me. Spending your life with me.
We almost made it, you and me. We were so close. And then this happened. I don't blame you. Matter of fact, I don't blame anyone but myself for getting so attached. You were the reason my heart fluttered every single day. You were the reason my stomach twisted and turned at every single kiss. You were the reason I'd feel weak at every compliment. And you are the reason I will never experience that again. I wrote my heart in this, so it will get buried with you, and you'll feel my love forever. I know I will never feel the comfort of your touch again. But maybe there will be
comfort in ending.
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6yuns · 10 months
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um hi i just found ur acc ur sp cool… may i ask for um hiiro and midori seperately where you take them out on their first date idk its cute n silly
(also unrelated what character do u write smut for)
I write for every character but tori!! but i might start writing for him
⬜️ a bit late for a first date, no?
hiiro, midori x GN!reader (fem+masc presenting reader for all you cuties! )
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amagi hiiro ● museum ○ is kissing a warning?
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you finally were getting to know hiiro by taking him on his first ever date. And it was worth it!
you and your boyfriend, hiiro. walked to the small cafe located at the museum and got some drinks, Hiiro got a strawberry lemonade with two pumps of caffeine and extra strawberry chunks, and you got your favorite drink. and you had paid.
youd walked around and browsed paintings with him until you saw one that reminded you of something special, and you stopped. it was a painting of several cameras around an idol from 2016, you couldnt see who the idol was, but you saw a red head at the corner of your eye and compared him to the painting, it was two hiiros you had been staring at. "me? woah that's amazin'." Your head immediately snapped to hiiro in shock. Your eyes scanned his features. his darker skin, freckles, curly hair, and long eyelashes. his beautiful blue eyes, his jawline, the single mole placed near his jawline, you wanted to kiss it the more you looked at it, and most important, his heart shaped, red colored lips that you wanted to bite on later that day, and the painting matched all of his facial features you loved.
"o-oh, anyways! can you stand in front of the painting so i can take a picture?" you asked while holding your camera up to him, and he nodded happily. he waddled over to the painting and posed for a few seconds until he saw the flash of your camera go away. he walked towards you and looked at the picture. He had loved the outcome of the photo. you and him had walked to another painting, yet he still couldn't get his eyes off of you
And hiiro stared at your pinkish, slightly red lips, your moles and freckles, your skin, oh how he wanted to touch all over it. Your slightly below the shoulder-length hair that had been tied into two ponytails, the way he wanted to pull and yank on them as he looked into your eyes. your eyes, and how he got lost in your eyes was amazing. he stared at you with so much love, and you returned the love with much more vigor. you pulled him into a kiss, and he didn't push away. he embraced you in a hug as you pulled away from the kiss...
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Takamine midori □ library/bookstore ■ awkwardness, cursing
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midori was nervous. It was his first date. he made sure he smelled amazing and dressed neatly. when he arrived, 'holy shit,' he thought as he stared at you like a creep. he knew he was gonna love you for the rest of his life
you waved at him and ran over to him excitedly, hugging him and picking him up to spin each other around. as you put him down, Midori felt his palms start to clam up as he blushed, not being used to the feeling of such types of affection. you and midori had finally walked in and started to browse the arrangement of books. books, you were more into manga, manhua, and manhwa. midori was more into novels, kids' books, and law books. you had separated from him to look at the manga sections of the store and found the book you had been waiting for, YOTSUBA&! volume 15. you grabbed it excitedly and went to look for more books of your interest.
midori had also found books of his choice!, no longer human, life is worth living (chinese version), and black's law dictionary. he grabbed all three and stacked them in his hands, slowly walking towards where you had seated yourself and sat across you. setting his books down slowly and looking at you before picking one of his books up. you were busy reading your favorite book , but focusing on midori was something more important. You had handed him one of your airpods while smiling sweetly, and he took it, placed it in his ear, and stared at you, awkwardly waiting for you to start music. his eyes widened as purple lake by wte, aka wave to earth had started playing. it was his favorite song, another thing you both had shared that wasn't kisses, You had got back to reading, and he had finally started started. it was a silent date, but the feeling of having someone there for you meant neither of you had to reach for the stars by yourselves because you had eachother
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im so sorry this took so long to post.. i was really demotivated, and i had rewritten it 3 times already plus i couldn't find the time to open tumblr and continuously look for a song!!!. ☹️☹️ i finally edited it :33
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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years
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Keep Driving - Part 2**
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FINALLY! This part is really long but theres a wee bit of angst, tons of fluff and the long awaited smut!
WC: 10k
PART 1
It was Sunday and Y/N had called Harry in the evening saying she wasn’t feeling up to an early day the next morning and despite her saying that she was fine, he knew something was wrong. She didn’t sound sick, but she sounded off. She hadn’t said anything about their breakfast being cancelled, she just mentioned cancelling the hike, so in the morning he bought stuff for pancakes, including tons of blueberries and other ingredients and then he headed over. He arrived around 11am and saw her car wasn’t out front like it usually was, so he called her and she answered after a few rings.
“Hey!” He said cheerfully.
“Hi Harry, what’s up?” She asked sweetly.
“Ummm, maybe I should’ve called first… I’m out front at your place, but ummm your car’s not here. I definitely should’ve called you before coming out.” He thought aloud again, feeling a bit foolish and defeated at his failed kind gesture, “Bought stuff to make pancakes.” He explained and she smiled.
“Ummm, I am home it’s just that my car’s at the shop actually.” She explained, she sounded like she was in the middle of something.
“Oh. Well, you sound preoccupied, I can go if I’m intruding?” He said and she sighed.
“No, I’ll be out in a second.” She assured and hung up. 
Y/N felt and looked a mess. It was day 3 of her period (day 2 & 3 were evil twins from hell in her experience) and on top of that she had gotten a call on Sunday afternoon that Matti had a really bad fall. She was worried and she tended to internalize and keep to herself when bad things happened. She reached the gate and opened up to see Harry in some shorts and a hoodie, in his true fashion, with a tote-ful of groceries on his shoulder and a warm smile on his face. She on the other had had her hair up in some messy updo, she had been cleaning all morning, and was in an old boyfriend’s t-shirt and shorts. 
“Don’t even hug me, I’m all gross from cleaning all morning.” She warned with a chuckle as he came closer and he rolled his eyes.
“Don’t care about that. But fine, but you owe me.” He said as he followed her back to her little house. She nodded, but was quiet and it made him feel like he had intruded. As he stepped inside she guided him straight to the kitchen, still in silence so he decided to just say something.
“Made some strawberry lemonade if you want some.” She said first, opening up the fridge and he grabbed her hand resting on the handle, making her stand straight and turn back to him.
“I can leave if you’d rather be alone. You just sounded off yesterday and I wanted to surprise you, but sometimes you just need space.” He reminded and she sighed.
“No, seeing you is really nice, Harry. I probably need it, so thank you for coming over.” She reassured him and he sighed, trying to decipher if she was being honest or not. Did he do something wrong? Was she not into him anymore? Was he being really overbearing? He felt confused and he was trying to figure out the reason for her behavior right now, “I’m being honest, Harry. It’s just…really hard for me to let people in when I’m… having a hard time.” She nearly gritted out, it was even hard for her to explain this to him, he could tell it was hard for her admit that she was having a rough day.
“Well you don’t have to share what’s going on, you know? I’m not gonna pester you about it if you don’t want to talk about it. Can just distract you with my delicious pancakes.” He offered and she smiled at him, “Have you eaten?” She shook her head ‘no’ and looked down at the ground before speaking up.
“Matti had a fall, a serious one.” She disclosed and he frowned upon hearing that, “Her daughter called me yesterday afternoon and told me that she fractured her hip, forearm, and elbow. And she got a concussion.” She said.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry…”
“I just get really worried, you know? She needs surgery for the hip fracture.”  She explained, “And with COVID no one’s allowed to go visit her, not even her own kids. I was able to get through on the phone yesterday evening, but she was sleeping.” She explained and Harry nodded, she started rambling a bit, “Either way, I’ve just been feeling really anxious about the surgery and I tend to clean when I get like this. But I don’t typically eat because I just feel sick when I’m anxious and then I’m like hangry! It also doesn’t help that I’m on day 3-”
“Day 3?” He butted in and she brought her hands up to her face and groaned.
“Forget that. I’m just-”
“Oh!” He said when realization struck him.
“Ughhh, none of this is your problem.” She mumbled to herself and he grabbed her hands, pulling them from her face to be able to see her properly.
“No, technically not.” He said as her eyes bore into his, “But I care about you and I can be here for you if you want me to.” He offered and she looked away, “I can also go if you need space.” He reminded her again. 
God, he was so sweet? It was absolutely disgusting. She thought to herself.
“Don’t go. I-I want pancakes.” She said looking back into his eyes, “Your pancakes.” She clarified and he smiled. He wanted to hug her so bad, but he knew she wouldn’t let him right now.
“I can do that. I can get started, I know where everything is,” he said and she nodded, “You can go have a nice hot shower so that you can feel a bit more relaxed.”
“Yeah, I’ll do that.” She agreed as he squeezed her hands in his, “Need to clear out the dishwasher though-”
“I’ll get that, don’t worry. You go and just take your time.” He assured her and she smiled up at him, her eyes were filled with emotions and all the words she wanted to say were somehow stuck in her throat.
“OK. I’m gonna go before I cry. Thank you for coming over, I needed this. Needed you.” She admitted and brought his left hand up to her lips and kissed the top of it and he smiled timidly at her before she hurried off.
Harry cleared out the dishwasher and prepped everything for the pancakes. Even made her a blueberry compote to put on her pancakes, even made extra for her to have leftover. It had been close to thirty minutes when he heard a shriek. His heart raced and he burst into her bedroom and knocked on the ensuite door.
“Are you alright?” He asked through the wood and the door swung open and the steam from her hot shower billowed out around him and when it cleared he saw her wrapped in a bathrobe with a smile on her face.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I just got excited because it worked!”
“What worked?” He asked.
“I saw this cleaning life hack on TikTok about how to avoid your mirror from getting foggy and it worked!” She said, pointing to the perfectly, fog free mirror behind her.
“Oh wow, that’s kinda sick actually.” 
“I know! I’ll give you a note with what to do.” She said and he nodded.
“Well, I’m about to put on the pancakes, how many do you want?”
“Three. Maybe four…”
“I’ll make four just in case.” He chuckled and she nodded in agreement. He looked her over once more and she felt her face growing hot, “I’ll ummm, let you get dressed.” He mumbled before hurrying out and she bit her lip. Harry shook his head and closed his eyes tight as he tried to think of anything that would help ward off getting a stiffy right about now. 
By the time she had emerged Harry had plated up everything quite nicely for them and had set everything up on the little dining table she had inside. She was more than thrilled to eat and she felt her eyes tearing as he relayed that there was extra blueberry compote for her to use later on. Y/N was raving about his pancakes which booted his ego. After they ate she started to was the dishes since he had cooked, but he insisted on helping her dry. She then reached for the spoon that was sitting in the container of compote and dipped it into her mouth to clean it off. He chuckled as some dripped down her chin and she giggled as she cleared her mouth.
“It’s really good, OK.” She complimented and he giggled again as he saw her chin and bottom lip still smeared with it.
“I can tell. It’s all over your face.” He teased and she ran her tongue along her bottom lip to clear it, “Still got some on there.” He sniggered.
“Help me then instead of laughing at me.” She commanded and he nodded and turned her towards him. He glanced down at her mouth and chin as he brought his hand up to lift her face towards him. She was fully expecting him to wipe at it with the hand he had put on her face. But then he was leaning down towards her and kissing her chin before lightly running his tongue against it to clean up the compote. Her heart was hammering in her chest at this and then his eyes trailed back up to hers before slotting her bottom lip between his lips, sucking on it a few times before she just reached over and turned the tap off. His lips moved onto hers, capturing them in a slow but sultry kiss. She let his tongue dip into her mouth where they made out for a bit until they pulled apart to breathe and he breathed out a chuckle.
“Sorry, I didn’t even ask-” her lips cut him off and then she pulled back.
“It’s alright. I like kissing you.” She whispered with a coy smile.
Once they finished with the dishes they were sitting on her couch, her head resting on his shoulder as a movie droned on in the background and she just started talking to him about Matti, well her full names was Matilda, and she shared some of the stories she had told her. Including the one about how she had ended up in Los Angeles all on her own. 
She hadn’t come from a very good and loving family. Her mother never failed to remind her that she was a mistake and when she remarried and had other kids Matti watched how her mother tended to them and cared for them, something she never had. Y/N explained to him the cruel and demeaning things they did to her and she just let it happen because maybe if she stuck around and did what they wanted then her family would love her. When she was old enough she had, had enough and moved to L.A. She wanted to act, she ended up getting a few supporting roles and met her husband on a set, she traveled the world with him, they had their kids, and lived full lives. She was involved in her community in many ways, she had even been awarded for it several times, Y/N had said.
“Did she ever see her family again?” Harry asked as his hand caressed Y/N’s thigh.
“She said her step-siblings reached out when their mother fell ill. They wanted her to care for her, but she said no. She did pay the funeral expenses though, is what her daughter told me. I asked Matti if she regretted not seeing her again and she said no. She always told me that the family we choose for ourselves is just as important as the one we’re born into. She’s like a grandmother to me I guess and the thought of losing her and her love and her wisdom… it hurts me to think of that. It’s just so incredible to me that someone who never got that kind of love growing up still has so much of it in their heart for others. I aspire to be like her.” She said quietly and Harry hummed. 
“She sounds like a lovely person.”
“Yeah and her kids are just the same… all of the love in her heart went to them and she finally got it back. It’s people like that who make the world a better place, I think.”
“I think so too.” He whispered as his thumb stroked her knee tenderly. 
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“Hold on guys, gimme a minute.” Harry said stepping out of the room upon seeing Y/N calling. It was Tuesday afternoon and his day had been extremely productive so far, so he wasn’t deterred from taking her phone call int he slightest.
“Hey you!” He exclaimed excitedly as he picked up.
“Hey, I have a little problem.” She said through a giggle, “My car’s having issues again…” she giggled in some shame and he chuckled.
“Y/N…” he shook his head, “It was in the shop yesterday!”
“I told you my car is an old man! He’s got a lot of miles on him.” She reminded, “I need to replace the valve train but that’s really expensive, OK! I need to save up some more.” She explained, “Do you think you could tail me to the shop and then drop me off at home? If you’ve got some times I’ll make dinner as a thank you?” She offered.
“Yeah, we were just wrapped up. Send me your location.”
“OK. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She exclaimed.
“Of course, love.” He chuckled, “See you soon.” He smiled. 
Y/N could not stop thanking him once he had arrived. She explained to Harry that her car had been in the shop the day prior for an oil change and tune up, which had nothing to do with the actual serious issues the car had. But she did mentioned that the valve issues really guzzled up her motor oil and she knew it would be temporary fixes until she could replace the part that needed replacing, her mechanic had warned her of this as well.
“Are you sure you aren’t being scammed?” Harry asked her and she giggled.
“I’m sure.” 
“Let’s hear it then.” He said, wanting to hear the noise she had been mentioning to him.
“I feel like you’ll be afraid. Sure you wanna hear what it sounds like?” She asked and he nodded. 
“Yeah, go on, give it a go.” He agreed and she settled into the drivers seat. He knew nothing about cars, just the basics. He could do an oil change and change a tire if needed, but he didn’t really have those kinds of issues. She tried a few times to get the car to start and finally the engine turned over and immediately a loud tapping/rattling sound took over from under the hood and she glanced over to Harry with a scrunched up face from the harshness of the sound from inside the car.
“That sound is… concerning.” He said loudly, trying to hold back a nervous laugh and she nodded.
“Yeah, it’s not usually this loud. But, again, until I can replace the damaged valves it’ll kind of sound like this.” She said and he sighed, trying not to say anything more about it, but now he genuinely feared for her safety.
“Jesus, alright. Well, I’ll drive your car to the shop and you take mine, OK?”
“No, Harry. Just trail behind me.”
“What if you blow up?” He questioned. He was being completely serious about his concern, it was sweet and funny.
“I won’t.” She insisted through a chuckle, “Now, if you blow up the world will hate me. I think I’d rather not take that chance.” She grinned.
“Please don’t argue with me. You’re not winning this one.” He said and after a few moments of unwavering eye contact she rolled her eyes and got out of her car to let him settle in the driver’s seat.
“You need to go slow. I’ll send you the address.” He nodded and soon enough she was trailing behind him. Harry was a bit fearful as he drove her car, that sound was absolutely terrifying. He got worried and called her.
“Yeah?”
“I know I was laughing at first but Y/N, this sound is really concerning! It sounds louder than before.” He explained with worry laced in his voice.”Maybe he needs a break?”
“It’s fine, Harry. It just sounds louder from inside.” She explained through a giggle.
“Seriously, should we stop for a minute or should we just keep driving?” He asked.
“Keep driving. I promise we’re almost there.” She reassured him.
“Y/N, love, your car is a death trap.” She cackled loudly at his words.
“You wanted to drive my car, Harry.” She reminded.
“Fuck’s sake… yeah, alright. Just wanted to make sure it wasn’t getting worse or something.”
“Of course. Deep breaths alright, we’re close.” She said and he groaned before they hung up. He wanted to help her get the damn thing fixed, but something told him that she’d never allow it. After about 15 minutes they were pulling up to her shop. Her mechanic was a sweet older man named Manny. It seemed that he was half expecting her, he was closing in about half an hour, but he told her that he could have the car ready by Wednesday closing time and soon they were on their way to her home.
“I will make you dinner, please just chill out.” She insisted as they got inside. 
“Alright. What’re you making?” He asked.
“It’s a surprise.” She said with a smile, “Are you allergic to anything?” 
“Not that I’m aware of.” He chuckled as she grabbed a bowl from the kitchen.
“Perfect! I’m gonna run out to the garden for a moment.” 
“Wow, farm to table huh?” He teased as she slipped on her sandals and she glanced back at him.
“Only the best for the best.” She announced as she headed out. That put a lovely feeling in his heart and tummy. Soon enough she was back with what she had grabbed and started getting to work. He heard the blender go off for a bit and then things got relatively quiet aside from some subtle chopping sounds
“Want some wine?” She called out.
“Depends…” he called back.
“On what?” She answered through a laugh.
“On what kind it is… I’m picky.” He informed.
“Well, I only have good wine, Harry! I took a few oenology courses for fun in college.” She called out and he chuckled.
“Alright. I will trust your judgement.” He announced. It was quiet for a bit and then he spoke up again, “I’m partial to reds!” He said and not even ten seconds later she was coming over towards him with two glasses of red wine in each hand and he smiled.
“So am I.” She grinned, “I’m so over whites and pinks.” She mumbled. “My friends only drink those and they’re just…” she cringed and he chuckled as she handed him a glass.
“What is it?”
“It’s a Cab,1982. This wine was awarded a 90/100 by critics.” She informed, “This particular bottle was gifted to me by Matti for my 25th, it was from her personal collection. We bonded over wine.” She said and he smiled, “She made me promise to not crack it open until the right time.” Y/N smiled down at the wine in her glass, “She always said I would know when it was the right time.” She hummed before looking back up at Harry. 
“Well thanks for choosing me to share it with.” He responded quietly, “To Matti and her wisdom.” He raised his glass towards her.
“To Matti.” Y/N repeated softly.
“And to you fixing your car.” He said and she laughed loudly before they gently clinked their glasses and each took a sip. His eyes went wide as he swallowed it down.
“Holy shit.” He hummed as he savored it.
“I know.” She grinned before heading back to the kitchen, “Food’s almost ready.” She announced, “Can you set up outside?”
“Yeah.” He responded, hurrying over to the kitchen to grab the utensils, seeing there was pasta boiling and some pesto. “You made the pesto?”
“Mmhm. S’one of my specialties.” She grinned.
“S’one of my favorites.” He grinned as he hurried out of the kitchen.
She was really treating him today. First that wine and then having that pesto she had made, he moaned when he took the first bite. He could taste every ingredient separately but together, it was insane. She had also roasted some cherry tomatoes with chili flakes and salt to top the pasta, and of course some pine nuts for texture. He certainly went back for seconds, which he could tell made her proud. Harry fully intended on heading back after dinner, but soon they were halfway through the wine bottle and leaning against her sofa as they talked.
“So what’s your zodiac sign?” He asked and she giggled.
“Libra.” 
“So that’s why we get on so well!” He mused a bit drunkenly, “I’m an Aquarius, I knew I liked you from the start. We’re just on the same wavelength.” 
“So you’re into horoscopes, huh?” She giggled and he briefly rolled himself onto her and kissed her lips briefly.
“Yeah, a bit. But don’t tell anyone.” He warned with a giggle.
“I wouldn't. You know… no one in my life even knows about you.” She informed him and he frowned.
“You’ve got a habit of humbling me…” he groaned as he rolled himself onto his back again and she laughed loudly before scooting over to him and she puckered her lips and pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose.
“I didn’t mean it like that. Just that I like this being only between us. My friends can be a bit nosy and pushy sometimes. Don’t want to ruin this.” She explained and he hummed in understanding.
“OK, was about to get all pouty in a minute.”
“You were all pouty.” She giggled drunkenly, “S’cute though.”
“You’re cute.” He rebutted and she smiled. 
Then they started talking about their favorite flowers and the places where they had traveled. It was exciting for him to know that she had visited London before. He liked hearing that she would love to go back and not just to London, but explore the whole country. In between their conversations there were heavy make out sessions that made them concerned about getting too far in their condition. Things were getting hazy as they laughed and finished off the bottle. He knew he would be paying for it in the morning, but he didn’t care right now. He sent a text to Tom to let him know he was OK, but just not OK to drive. And Y/N even got a spare toothbrush for him and they made a little makeshift bed in the living room where they settled down. Harry got hot and stripped off his shirt, nestling back into the mattress made from the couch cushions.
“Harry?”
“Yeah, love.”
“I know I already said it, but thank you for helping me today. You’re such an incredible person.” She mumbled sleepily.
“I’m happy to help.” He responded quietly and soon enough she had drifted off and nuzzled her way into his side and his face hurt from smiling until he too fell asleep.
When Y/N woke up the next morning she was a little bit sad to see Harry had gone, but she was aware that he had things to do up at the recording studio. She stretched for a moment on the little makeshift bed before getting up and heading to the kitchen. It appeared she had just missed him because there was a steaming cup of coffee and a bow of fruits on the kitchen counter with a little note and sloppy smiley face drawn beside it. Y/N laughed as she read over the note he had scribbled on the back of a random flyer she assumed he pulled from the pile of mail still resting on the counter: Get your car fixed! - Hxx
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“And he lives!” Tyler announced to Tom when Harry walked in the next morning with a small frown on his face. Sunglasses over his eyes and the lengthy layer of his hair in a haphazard updo at the crown of his head.
“Don’t shout, mate.” Harry grumbled and Tyler chuckled along with Tom as Harry just let himself plop into the giant beanbag in the lounge area, that seemed to be his favorite seat.
“Alright, H?” Tom asked through a grin.
“No. Had a whole fucking thing of wine. Fucking tannins.” He mumbled and groaned from the pounding he felt in his head, “It was really good wine, but I drank like I was 20 years old. Forget that I pay for it way more now.” He winced at a particularly sharp bite of pain zapping through his head.
“Ah, the grape juice blues…” Tyler hummed knowingly and Harry’s eyes shot open and he pushed his sunglasses up and looked to Tyler.
“The what?”
“Grape juice blues…? S’what my mom calls her hangovers.” He explained with a smile and Harry bit his lip.
“I’ve got an idea.” Harry said shooting up from his seat and started heading to the live room, “Oh and maybe call those drip hydration people, I’m dying!” he called out to Tom who chuckled and nodded. Tyler followed Harry into the live room area where he saw him nestle into a little nook by the window and open up his journal to start writing.
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“Oh my god!” Y/N squealed in excitement as Harry stepped on the gas pedal as they drove through the Malibu canyon to get to the studio. He didn’t want her driving herself after he experienced her car for himself. Harry grinned at her before shifting the wheel a bit to the right, catching the turn just right as the wind blew at them fiercely. His music was blaring loudly, and she just let her right arm hang out to feel the wind whipping through her fingers as she threw her head back against the seat, her eyes closing at this feeling; it felt like freedom. Harry smiled as he looked at her for a moment before focusing back on the road. Big Love started playing and she grinned wide at him as they started to sing along.
“This is such an underrated song!” She said loudly over the wind and he nodded before they started singing loudly again until the song ended. “Let me choose a song.” She said and he handed her his phone and after a few seconds the familiar notes of Adore You started playing and Harry laughed upon realizing it but he didn’t hesitate to sing along with her.
“It’s the only thing I’ll ever do. I-iii-iii’d walk through fire for you just let me adore you, oh honey!” Harry sang loudly and she grinned over at him.
“OK…” she exclaimed rolling her eyes playfully making him laugh again as they finished off the song.
“That was cute. M’gonna use that on tour.” He chuckled.
“Yeah, people will love it!” She assured through some laughter.
Soon enough they were cruising past Zuma beach and winding their way up the hill to the studio. He was explaining to her why they were staying there and that for the first bit of time they’d be finishing up a song with his friends.
“Yeah, that’s cool.” She assured, “It’s OK that I’m coming right?” She asked and he nodded.
“Of course. S’my studio time.” He reminded her and she nodded.
“Right…” he’s Harry fucking Styles she thought to herself. She was still nervous. “What do I say if they ask how we met.” She looked over at him.
“Oh, they know how we met.” He chuckled, “And they know all about you.” He said with a smile, “They’re the ones that pushed me to get on the bloody app.” He giggled and she shook her head as she chuckled, “I don’t regret listening to them…” he glanced over at her as they pulled up to the gate.
“Neither do I.” She hummed as she pushed her sunglasses up on her head. Soon enough they were pulling into a parking spot and stepping out of his yellow Ferrari. She had been in a fucking Ferrari…
“OK, so they’re really nice and they’ll behave, I swear. So no need to be nervous.” He said to her and she nodded a bit tensely and he chuckled, taking in her posture and that pretty sundress she was wearing. She would be the death of him.
“I’m nervous because I’m like…where legends have been…” She said to Harry, “Where they come to make their art like… it’s a mind fuck.” She said softly with some reverence and awe and he smiled.
“I feel the same way.” He disclosed, “I wanted to throw up the first time I recorded here.” He shared with her, “Had to do some heavy drugs to make it through the writing sessions.” He confessed and she giggled.
“And now look at you, practically set up camp here for a few months… that’s some legend shit.” She said through a grin and he chuckled and shook his head incredulously. “S’true and you know it!” She giggled at his humility, “I’m sure Rick Rubin doesn’t let just anyone come stay here for months at a time.” She pointed out with a grin.
“Are you trying to butter me up?” He asked with a teasing smile.
“No! I’m stating literal facts, Harry.” She asserted and he bit on his bottom lip to suppress the big grin that was fighting to be on it.
“Do you care if I kiss you out here?” He asked and she shook her head with a timid smile, “You sure?” He grinned and she rolled her eyes.
“Just do it.” 
“Don’t need to tell me twice.” He hummed stepping up to her, grabbing her face gently and pressing his lips into hers. Suddenly they heard some whoops and they turned quickly to see Tom and Tyler chuckling like idiots, “Jesus…” he muttered through a laugh before pulling away. 
Y/N felt her face was on fire from the embarrassment of being caught with Harry. She wasn’t naive, people have needs and they don’t like being lonely, it’s only human. She just didn’t want his friends to think that she just wanted to sleep with him because he was Harry Styles. She liked him and wanted to sleep with him because he was weird and fun and sweet and thoughtful… he offered her the most basic things she could ever want. Like feeling comfortable, understood, safe, and worthy. She didn’t need anything lucrative to be dangled before her to take the bait; she was already hooked and being reeled in by him in a way she didn’t expect.
“Hey, you good?” His voice brought her out of her thoughts, “I’m really sorry about them, I didn’t know they were out there.” He said with a small frown on his lips.
“Oh, it’s OK. I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“I’m just a little anxious to be here.”
“Don’t be. I promise my friends aren’t asshole, they’re probably just stoned or coked out or something.” He said and she exhaled a laugh, “C’mon.” He said taking her hand and cocking his head to the side, signaling that they go on and she smiled as she allowed him to lead her to the grassy area where his friends were now sitting at a little table. “Hey guys!” He greeted them simultaneously, the men turned with big smiles, “This is Y/N, she-”
“Oh fucking finally!” Tyler announced making Tom giggle.
“Don’t mind him.” Tom said standing to extend his hand to her, “We’ve just been hearing about you nonstop for months.” He said softly as they shook hands and Harry cleared his throat making Y/N giggled, “I’m Tom. Or Kid, or whichever you prefer.” He said through a dopey smile, he was trying to look composed.
“Y/N.” She introduced herself before Tyler was coming up to her.
“And I’m Tyler, s’wonderful to finally meet you, Y/N.”
“Likewise.” She giggled again. They had just started to chat a bit when a car horn sounded aloud making them all glance back.
“That’d be my wife. Change of plans, H.” Tom said, “She’s taking us to dinner and then to run some errands.” He explained as Harry waved to the SUV and the woman waved back with a bright smile.
“Alrighty, kids. Have fun, don’t do anything too stupid.” Tyler announced as he hugged each of them and Tom did the same before they headed off. 
“Should we take an edible before we start dinner? It’ll make it more delicious…” Harry mused as they walked through the grass and towards the main house.
“Honestly, sounds like a fucking blast.” She hummed as they kicked off their shoes before heading inside. Soon enough they had each eaten up a laced peach ring candy before they got into the kitchen and he started working on their dinner. Harry had asked her to help chop up some things for the sauce he’d be making for their pasta - she could never have enough pasta- and when he glanced over at her diligently chopping he smiled.
“You know, I like spending time with you in kitchens.” He pointed out and she giggled.
“I think you’re starting to get high.”
“Mmmm, no. You’re just really nice to be around.” He said coming up beside her, “Don’t get tired of you, like ever.” He confessed and she bit her lip, “Do you get tired of me? I tend to get comfortable really quickly and just make myself at home and-”
“No, I don’t. I really like having you around.” She assured and he smiled before dipping down to kiss her. A soft and sweet kiss soon escalated to a heavier and hotter exchange with her being hoisted onto the unoccupied piece of the counter as his large hands rubbed up and down her thighs until they heard the pot with the pasta start to bubble over and Harry tore away from her and rushed over to the stove to turn down the heat and she chuckled.
“You gotta hand on this?” She asked and he nodded, “Lovely, can I… explore?”
“Sure.” He smiled and she bit her lip and walked out of the kitchen. 
Y/N soon wove her way into the lounge area. There was a humidifier in there, a few laptops on the couch. She then made her way down a corridor and found two full bedrooms, she didn’t wander in though. Instead she turned back and went down another corridor leading to what she assumed would be the control and live room. And as soon as she made it through the doorway and into the control room she was overwhelmed again with a sense of respect and awe. She felt so small and unimportant, not in a bad or insecure way, but in the way that reminds you that you’re just a cog, a speck in the universe, a footnote in the symphony that is human existence. 
Her skin was crawling with goosebumps as she saw the little couch/nook by the window, many famous pictures have featured this little spot. And right on the cushion she saw a yellow journal, it looked a little careworn. As she peeked down at it she saw an HS engraved into the bottom right corner of the cover and smiled. Harry was one of those great minds who came here, created, and changed the world. Something about that made her heart pound anxiously. Who even was she to be so fortunate to know someone like him?
She moved along before she got too overwhelmed with the feeling and continued on to the live room. She walked down the few steps it took to get down in there and she smiled as she glanced around. There were instruments all around but she gravitated towards Harry’s galaxy painted guitar first. She smiled as she reached down and let her finger run along the metal strings just once. Then she saw a piano and headed towards it. She had a phase in high school where she was super into learning piano and she wanted to be a musician, she really like Regina Spector and Birdy. As she settled into the bench she bought her right hand up and played a few scales and arpeggios that her teacher used to have her do to warm up. It was the only thing that she currently recalled how to play after so many years of neglect to her long forgotten passion project.
“I didn’t know you played.” She suddenly heard and she gasped as she looked up to see Harry standing at the top of the steps that looked down into the live room.  He was wearing a gentle smile and it warmed her from the inside out.
“Scared me…” she reprimanded and he hummed a sorry as he came down towards her, “And I don’t play. I started to take lessons in high school. I really wanted to be the next Regina Spektor or something.” She giggled, “I don’t know what made me think I could…and after I graduated I just stopped.” She shared.
“I think anyone can do anything, especially you.” He stated with assurance as he stopped at the piano. “Wanna lay down a track? I can record it?” He smiled teasingly and she sniggered.
“Yeah, no. Don’t want to taint the greatness and magic this place holds.” She said looking up at the ceiling with some reverence and he chuckled.
“You wouldn’t, but OK. Go on.” He said as he encouraged her to continue the warm up exercises. “You know, I record here all the time and I’m still learning to play piano.” He mused and she grinned. 
“Not remotely the same thing.” She said as she sped up the exercise as she had been instructed to so many years ago. 
“Damn, look at you go! I think I should hire you on as assistant to my keyboard player.” He said and she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah…” she hummed and he chuckled, extending his hand to her, presumably to help her up from the bench. But as soon as she was up he had pressed her into the side of the piano and her hands wrapped around his neck as their lips met eagerly in a kiss. His hands traveled from her waist down to her hips, his fingers timidly reaching just far enough to feel the curve of her ass and she smiled against his lips. “Harry Styles.” She playfully scolded, “Still desperate, I see.” She hummed and he bit down on his lip as his eyes fluttered open to look into hers. He genuinely loved the hold she had on him.
“Like you’re not?” He asked back and she grinned.
“Mmmm….could be fun.” She mused and he chuckled, feeling a bit worried now. Maybe she didn’t like him the way he liked her.
“Fun, huh?” She noticed the slight worry in his voice and she brought her hands down his chest and bit her lip.
“Sorry, if I make light of things I just… get scared of my own feelings.” She opened up.
“I do too.” He assured and she bit her lip.
“But at least you feel confident about it and try… I just…flee.” She explained.
“Why?”
“I’m just scared that I’ll get hurt. It’s happened too many times before when I’ve put myself out there, so I just deflect.” She explained with a shrug.
“You’re still scared I’ll hurt you? Even if I’m clearly into you?” He asked and she shrugged.
“Reciprocated feelings are more reason to be scared.” She said with a smile and he nodded with a smile, that much was true. “I think this is the only aspect of my life in which I’m not an optimist. I’m a little insecure.” She admitted in a small voice.
“Don’t know what for…” he said and grinned, making her roll her eyes as she giggled, “Can I… show you something?” He asked and she bit her lip nervously and nodded. “C’mon.” He said, grabbing her hand and guiding her up to the control room and pulling out a chair for her, “Bear in mind that production’s not completely done on it, so be kind.” He said and she smiled.
“I’m sure it’ll be great.” She said with a confident smile and he chuckled as he pulled up a track titled ‘Late Night Talking. Version 1’ and when it started an upbeat synth played before the drums kicked in. The song was upbeat and fun and the lyrics were sweet and there was a bright smile on her face as she listened on. As the song came to an end Harry spoke up.
“I’m planning to add horns where the synths are.” He explained.
“I really like it, can’t wait for the finished product.” She grinned excitedly.
“Thanks and well, that was written about when we first started talking a while ago.” She felt the blood rushing up to her cheeks upon his confession, “I really like you and I get that having feelings for someone can be scary. Especially someone like me.” He said more softly, “But I want to do right by you. As much as I can and I just feel really good and really free around you. You bring this feeling of home with you that is so prominent and I just find myself wanting that for me too. I feel like I learn from you and I hope that I’ve brought a similar feeling to you as well.” He said and she rolled her lips together, trying to suppress the smile that was threatening to break out onto her lips.
“Yeah, you have.” She confessed and he smiled timidly, “And I do like you too. A lot.” She admitted and he smiled and grabbed her hand.
“It’s good to hear that.” He chuckled nervously and she smiled, “Do you want to eat now or keep touring the grounds?”
“Let’s keep touring, the edible is kicking in and I would like to at least remember this place clearly.” She said and he sniggered.
“OK, let me take you to the bus then.” He assured before guiding her out of the live room, back down the corridor and out into the yard. They got into the bus and she was beyond words. Internally she was freaking out as Harry showed her the smaller recording space and even showed her how to use the control board, which was quite scary for her, she was afraid she’d mess something up. 
They emerged from the bus giggling, the sky was turning this gorgeous pink and red mix as the sun started to set, she could see the glimmer of the ray’s reflection in the ocean below them. It drew her attention and she headed over to a little open spot of fencing, loving the feeling of the cool blades of grass beneath her bare feet. When she got to the fence she leaned into it exhaling long and slow before smiling. Moments later she felt Harry’s warmth behind her and a soft request of consent before he wrapped his arms around her waist. She glanced back with a smile, granting him the permission to hold her. His hold was comforting. She knew that eventually he’d have to go and she would miss having him this accessible. Her sad thoughts were interrupted by his lips on her cheek, this brought her back to the limited time with him and suddenly she was willing to admit how desperate she was. 
“Harry?”
“Yeah, love?” He asked, making space for her to turn around.
“Kiss me.” She said timidly with a smile and he smiled. 
Harry brought his hands up to her face and held it gently as he dipped down to connect their lips together slowly and passionately. Her brain suddenly shut down, all of the fears and anxieties were replacing with the sounds of their lips moving together, their labored breaths, and the distant sounds of the waves colliding with the shore. Their kiss grew heavier as the minutes passed and they just sunk down to the ground and he dragged her onto his lap He was wearing these old thinned out corduroy shorts and her could feel the heat emanating from her core. 
“Should we go inside?” He asked her when their lips parted for a moment.
“Yeah, let’s go.” She hummed as she climbed off of him and they rushed inside.
“Wanna show you something.” He said guiding her to a part of the main house she hadn’t explored yet. There was a hidden little staircase that led to an upper room. He climbed up with her behind him  and she smiled as she saw up there. “It’s a quiet room, far enough from the live room to let you think without distractions.” He explained and she smiled at the very minimally decorated space. There was one large window up there with a clear view of the ocean and a bed right beneath it resting over a large area rug. There were some more bean bags against one of the walls with a funky lamp resting between them, but no art anywhere. She did notice that several luggages were up there, probably everyone’s stuff and a half bath. There was also a stack of books on one side of the bed and a yoga mat rolled up neatly beside them.
“Is there where you’ve been sleeping?” She asked and he nodded, “It’s cute.” She smiled.
“I think so too, quite like it up here. I open up the window in the evening, keeps it nice and cool with that ocean breeze. The waves lull me.” He said and she smiled. What a dream.
“Thanks for having me here. I really like it.”
“Of course.” He hummed as he extended his hand to her and she grabbed it and guided him to one side of the bed before pressing him down to sit. 
Harry glanced up to her coyly as her fingers ran through his perfectly soft hair. With the way the setting sunlight was pouring through that gorgeous window above them she could see the clear green of his eyes perfectly. He was so beautiful it made her heart pound erratically. There was no point in stalling so she just leaned over him to kiss him deeply. His hands ran up her thighs and to her hips, wrapping around them to pull her down into him. He scooted up on the bed and pulled her along with him. He smiled as their legs tangled together and the kiss heated up even more. He positioned himself over her and ground his hips against hers, he let out a soft groan as he felt her hands land on his backside, pushing him closer to where she was surely nice and wet for him.
“I’m getting desperate.” She mumbled against his mouth with a grin and he laughed softly before sucking her bottom lip into his mouth for a moment.
“Fucking finally.” He responded and she giggled. 
Her little squeaks of laughter continued as he nibbled on her neck, his curls tickled her skin making her wriggle about as he continued on more deliberately. Suddenly the playful kissed became more intense as he moaned against her clavicle, she had spritzed some perfume on her chest and he was getting the sweet scent as he kissed at her skin. He started to suck at her collarbone, the skin was so sensitive there and she whimpered as he left his mark on her skin. She liked it when her partners would leave reminders of their time together on her body. It was erotic and exhilarating. He reached down to one of her thighs, parting her legs further apart, causing her dress to ride up, allowing him to grind his aching bulge right against her center over her panties. With one particular motion he humped right against her clit making her whimper his name and he grinned.
“Feels good, baby?” She nodded as her breathing started to grow heavy as he continued grinding into that spot.
“Oh god, yes!” She whined and he groaned, grinding a bit faster. If he didn’t stop soon he would surely bust in his pants and he didn’t want to do that maybe all over her ass or tits. If she’d let him he’d rather shoot his load all over her swollen and sticky pussy. He stopped abruptly and he could see in her eyes that she wanted to complain, but she didn’t, not a peep. She just swallowed it down and he remembered what she had told him several weeks ago… in essence it came down to the fact that she didn’t need him for sex. She liked being with him, they were clearly attracted to each other, but she didn’t need it from him. Whether that was something she took care of herself or had someone else for, he didn’t like it. He didn’t want her to just comply with him stopping mid dry hump and letting it be. Harry wanted her to be so needy for him, the way he was for her. He wanted to fuck her and then have her be desperate to have him again. 
“I really want to fuck you.” He mumbled against her jaw, nibbling and kissing at her skin. She felt like a furnace was rushing through her entire body as he said that to her, “But I’m not going to if you’re gonna be all whatever about it.” He said to her and pulled back, “I only want to fuck people who are just as interested in getting fucked by me.” He said and she swallowed the lump in her throat. She already missed the way he was grinding into her a few moments before, she just knew with those motions that he would fuck well, “So what’ll it be?” He asked and she bit on her lip as his eyes searched hers.
“I want to.” She said lowly and he grinned.
“Mmmm, close to what I want to hear, but we’re not there yet.” He teased and she groaned softly. God his ego was huge about this, probably with good reason. So, she swallowed her own pride.
“I want you to fuck me, Harry.” She said looking right in his eyes, practically pleading with him. He was back to kissing her in no time, only pulling away when they were tearing his shirt off and he was helping pull her dress from her body and tossing it somewhere in the room. 
Her eyes traveled over his heavily tattooed body, he was so buff, it was a beautiful sight. He was wearing some black boxer briefs and she could feel her mouth watering at the outline of his cock and balls straining against the thin material. She could see the very tip of it peeking out from the band of the undergarment. Already a dark pink color and beading with pre-cum.  She couldn’t help but reach out and skim her fingers along his erection. How she longed to have him release himself and shove his cock into her mouth. She wanted to feel the weight of him on her tongue and to feel full with it.
“Go on, do whatever you’re thinking about, baby.” He encouraged her gently and she sat up and pressed him back until he was sitting and she sat between his legs, tugging down the boxer briefs, really trying not to be too awed by his dick, but it was really pretty. Instead she just flattened herself out and immediately wrapped her hand around it and stroked once, slowly. He hummed as she focused on his tip, ensuring to fully encase his length with his foreskin before tugging back down, he rolled his eyes back at the sensation, “Holy shit.” He breathed out as he watched her do this a few more times before she sucked it into her mouth, tongue lapping at the slit, her spit was leaking down his shaft as her fist continued to stroke, spreading it out and lubricating up the rest of his cock. “Fuck, you’re so good at this.” He complimented and she hummed, making his toes curl and his fingers dig hard into the covers. Her pace was steady and it was starting to build him up, more so when she lowered herself and licked at his balls, “Oh shit!” He gasped, “Shit!” He exclaimed as her fist encircled his tip and started jerking him off quickly. It was maybe a minute of this before he was feeling ready to burst and he had to stop it. “Wait, wait, wait. Please stop, Y/N. Don’t want to come yet. Not yet!” He panted and she started to slow down, letting the feeling fizzle out. When she looked up at him there was something in her eyes. Completely glazed over and pupils blown out, he didn’t say anything about it except he pulled her up and kissed her before pushing her back into the mattress again. “Think you enjoyed that a little too much, baby.” He said and she hummed, “You like sucking dick, don’t you?” 
“Yes.” She whispered as his fingers crawled down her stomach. He wasn’t sure how this one would land, but he was willing to take the risk.
“Yeah, you’re a little cock slut aren’t you? My little cock slut.” He said and he saw with his own eyes as her skin became littered with goosebumps and he grinned, “Answer me…” he pressed, hovering over her panties, she was getting antsy.
“Yeah, m’your little cock slut.”
“And you haven’t even had it properly.” He pointed out, “Do you need me to stretch you out a little, baby? Or can you take it?” He asked her more seriously and she shook her head.
“I can take it.” She said and he watched her for a few moments, trying to see if she’d change her mind and when she didn’t he dipped down to kiss her lips and then down her body, paying special mind to her nipples and leaving marks on sides and undersides of her breasts all while his fingers teased along her panty line. He could feel her hips bucking up, desperate for more, so he just decided to slip his fingers in and he groaned at just how hot and wet she was between her legs. Her breathing hitched as his finger tapped right at her entrance where her arousal was pooling.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. Think you’re right, with how wet you are you can take my cock just fine.” She moaned as he pressed his fingers against her clit and started to draw little circles.
“Oh fuck!” She whimpered and he grinned, going faster. He watched as she moaned and her chest rose and fell with her ragged breathing. “Feel’s so good, m’gonna come!” She warned after a few minutes of this and he tutted.
“Already?” He teased and she nodded, eyes desperately pleading for him to keep going, “OK, I’ll give you one like this, baby.” He said.
“Thank you. Thank you, fuck!” She mewled as he sped up for the last time. He felt her thighs tense and tremble beneath him and he encouraged her with his words and kept his speed consistent until she was completely frozen for a few seconds before she withered with a soft moan. Her hands flew down to stop his own that was still rubbing at her slowly, working her down gently. “Fuck, that was good…” she gulped in a big intake of air and he smiled and kissed her lips.
“Do you need a moment?” He asked and she shook her head.
“No, wanna feel you.” She said and he nodded and hurried to the bathroom, she could hear him rummaging around as she slipped off her underwear and dropped them on the ground as he returned with a condom. He got on the bed and took it out quickly with shaky hands before she grabbed it from him and rolled it down his length. He dipped down and kissed her as she opened up her legs wider for him. He ground against her center, working them up as they made out ardently until it was just too much.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” He asked and she bit her lip.
“I mean… you’ve been doing everything right so far.” She smiled and he chuckled, “Fuck me however you think I’ll like it.” She said and he nodded before kissing her once more as he aligned himself so that his tip was prodding at her entrance. He’d press against her and then relieve the pressure, making her whimper, teasing her. “Please, stop teasing me.” She implored.
“I think you can handle a little more.” He said and she moaned as he moved around until he was kneeling and her legs were spread apart for him. He fucked himself between her folds, tip running into her clit with every stroke. “Fuck, I can see you dripping for me.” He marveled and she let her head roll to the side and her fingers dig into the covers as this delicious torture continued.
“Baby, please.” Y/N whined and he bit his lip and nodded, sliding down to her entrance and looking at her as he pushed the tip inside. Her eyes met his and one of her hands reached for his and he intertwined their fingers, squeezing as he continued pushing in. 
Harry moaned at the feeling of her warmth and tightness while she moaned to the feeling of becoming full. When he had fully settled inside he ground himself into her, the tip of him rubbing and pressing into that spot inside of her that made her tremble. After a little bit of that he drew back and started fucking into her at a hard and deep pace. Y/N’s mouth fell open in a gasp as he pounded into her, his free hand resting on her lower stomach, adding to the sensation of depth she felt. It was nearly overwhelming as she tightened her hold on Harry’s hand as her moans grew louder. He maintained this rhythm to build her up to her peak and he loved watching the way her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts and how his cock would disappear into her tight little cunt as he pounded into her steadily. He delivered one hard thrust and stilled deep inside to grind into her.
“Oh fuck, Harry!” She sobbed as her skin rose with goosebumps at this particular thrust.
“What is it, baby?” He asked with a grin and her back arched as he leaned into her further.
“You’re so fucking deep.” She moaned, “Feel’s so good.” She strained out.
“I can feel your little cunt squeezing my cock. Such a pretty, tight little cunt.” He grunted as he gave her another hard thrust and slapped her clit quickly making her hiss. He could feel her walls fluttering and pulsing around him already and he grinned, “Already getting close, baby?” He asked and she nodded. He hovered over her and kissed her deeply, fucking into her without drawing out of her body. He was swallowing down her moans happily.
“Fuck, look at you? Such a good girl, taking my cock so well.” He said and her eyes fluttered closed, “Like that? Like to hear you’re my good girl?” He grunted and she nodded.
“Yes, fuck yes!” She panted. His words alone were building her up to the point of no return, “Oh fuck, Harry!” She whimpered.
“Rub your clit, baby. Go on.” He said and she let go of his hand and fit her hand between their bodies. Her eyes immediately rolled back as she started rubbing fast little circles against her sensitive little bud. Harry was getting close too, especially with the way her walks were tightening up and pulsating around his length.
“I’m so close!” She gasped and he slid a hand up her torso and up to her throat. He bit his lip as he squeezed a bit and everything seemed to be in slow motion when he saw her small smile as he constricted the air flow. In seconds Y/N’s ability to take a proper breath was gone and she could feel the pressure start to build in her head. She smiled as the only thing she could hear was her heart beat pounding in her head. She felt the pleasure swelling and swelling inside of her, barely able to hang on. She looked into his eyes in the last moments of sunlight, he was so fucking beautiful. Harry smiled at her and then glanced out to see the paradise outside of his window.
“Oh fuck.” She saw him mouth and his eyes fluttered shut.
In seconds the pleasure building deep inside of her was bursting like a current ripping through a dam. It washed over her entire body make her toes curl and the blood roar between her ears as she gasped for the air she didn’t have access too. It heightened the feeling, making it suspend even longer until she stopped rubbing her clit and her hand came over his wrist and squeezed and he grunted as he released with a deep thrust into her and then he let her go. His body came to rest over hers as the pleasure coursed through him. His hot breaths were almost suffocating, but in the best way as she rubbed his back gently until he had ridden it out. 
They kissed slowly for a bit until he finally moved off of her and went to toss the condom. He was sweet and gently used a wet towel to clean her up a bit. He was hoping that she would stay, so he wordlessly brought her a t-shirt and some of his shorts and was more than pleased when she slipped into his clothes, all from the bed. 
“We never ate.” Y/N pointed out with a giggle from her spot on the bed and he chuckled. Now that they weren’t fucking she could feel the edible in system and her body was begging for some food.
“Oh my god, that’s true. Let’s go down, yeah?”
“Can you bring it up?” She asked with these puppy eyes.
“Don’t be lazy, c’mon.” He insisted.
“I don’t think I can walk down stairs right now, H.” She explained a bit timidly and he grinned. 
“Oh…” he mused and she nodded, “I can carry you…piggy back.”
“Deal.” She said and climbed onto his back. Soon enough they were sat in the kitchen enjoying their late dinner before he carried her back up to his room where they got ready for bed and then cozied up, he had her completely wrapped up in his arms and she just knew that when he left there’d be a gaping hole in her heart but this wasn’t practical. She was trying not to focus on the hurt now radiating from deep inside of her and then he spoke up.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?” She asked back softly.
“Ummm…I’m leaving for Italy next month.” He stated.
“Oh.” She responded softly.
“Yeah…” he fell silent for a few moments, “Do you want to come with me?” He asked quietly, despite his nerves and she froze. “Doesn’t have to mean anything serious, but I’m not ready to let this go.” He reasoned and she smiled. Her silence was making him anxious, “Y/N?” He asked meekly and she turned around to face him and leaned in close, her nose nudging his as she nodded.
“Yes.” She whispered.
“Yeah?” He smiled brightly.
“Yeah. I uh, have no idea where my passport is, though.” She realized.
“Well you have a month to figure that out.” He said, “If not, then I guess it’s a one way trip for you.” He joked and she smiled as he kissed her again. As he pulled back and combed her hair behind her ear she saw the way he looked at her and she realized that she also wanted to see this through.
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morning-star-joy · 8 months
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5 Drinks to Get to Know Me
Tysm for the tags @joelsversion and @thelightsandtheroses you lovely souls 🥹
1. Iced Toasted Vanilla Oatmilk Shaken Expresso (or a Sugar Cookie Almondmilk Latte when it’s in season)—my go to Starbucks order! I have a severe dairy allergy (like a cannot breathe allergy if I consume it) so I use oatmilk, almondmilk and soymilk in all my coffee (oatmilk is my fave!)
2. Iced Chai—I’m such an iced drink girly haha, this is one I either make at home or order, and again I usually use oatmilk in it (or soymilk)
3. Vanilla Coke—I drink waaaay too much soda DKDKD, I can’t always get my hands on vanilla but it’s my absolute favorite. I get ridiculously excited at fast food places when they have the fancy soda machines becus then I can get a Vanilla Coke 🤣
4. Strawberry Açaí Lemonade—another favorite Starbucks order. I’m a super basic bitch I love my Starbies drinky drinks 😂 they suck money out of my wallet but give me serotonin soooo
5. Lemonade—okay so I actually am not a giant fan of lemonade? I don’t hate it but I’m usually never like oooh I want lemonade! BUT, when I visited Canada last month I wanted lemonade all day every day for some reason. So I’m including lemonade because it reminds me of being there and how much fun it was! (Make it an Arnold Palmer and I will love it any time tho tbh)
Np tags: @dinsdjrn @cupofjoel @cavillscurls @sinsofsummers @thetriumphantpanda @tightjeansjavi @hier--soir @penvisions sorry if you’ve already done it!!
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cyborg-franky · 2 years
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Thank you p@treon!
Sorry this ones a little late I just didn't want to post a wall of Ace at the start of the months haha. Patreon here
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Ace x GN Reader SFW Prompt: Ice Cream Word Count: 489
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You fanned yourself with your hand as you and Ace walked along the beach, your feet feeling like led as you tried to walk through the soft sand, feeling every grain fill the spaces between your toes, wishing you’d picked something better like Ace and his large clumpy boots.
“Need cooling down?” he said with a chuckle, taking his hat off his head and setting it on yours, smiling at how cute you looked wearing it.
Thankful for the sun off your face you nodded, your hand reaching for his, how was he not sweating? At first, you told yourself it was how little he was wearing but then the logical part of your brain kicked in and reminded you about his devil fruit ability.
“Abit, yeah,” you said with a sigh, feeling his hand hold yours, pulling you along the sand.
That was when you saw it, like a heavenly beacon shining brighter than the sun. Along the row of vendors, you saw an ice cream cart, a large parasol, and lots of ice. You felt your soul leave your body, wanting the cool treat more than life.
“Oh, me too, come on.” Ace pulled you towards the vendor, laughing as all you could do was nod and stumble along behind him.
“Two lemonades please and also two-scoop strawberry and chocolate for me and…” he started and glanced at you, giving your order before he pulled out the money.
You thanked your boyfriend and the cart owner as you grabbed the can of drink and your ice cream. You licked at the frozen treat and let out a happy sigh, placing the cold can against your flushed skin, enjoying how it felt on the crook of your neck.
“Better?” he asked as he sat on the wall, helping you up with him.
“Much, thank you, Freckles.” 
“Want a lick of mine?” he offered you his ice cream and you smiled warmly, he was such a kind person, you had a feeling no one else would have been given the offer of ice cream from the commander though.
You leaned forward and licked the ice cream, nodding and enjoying your ‘partner’ privileges and taking another lick. You offered him yours and you watched as he took a taste, getting some on his nose and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself, watching as he stared down his nose at the offending substance.
Carefully and with a sly smile, you licked the tip of his nose and watched him flush at the action. He could be ridiculously cute sometimes…
“Like it that much huh?” Ace smiled, his hand finding yours, fingers intertwining as you nodded.
“Your the best kind of treat Ace..” he laughed and leaned into you, playfully nudging you.
Armed with cool cans of soda and delicious ice cream you and Ace stared across the beach, watching how the sun glittered across the waves, enjoying your trip together.
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ironmandeficiency · 2 years
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healing
title: healing
pairing: javier peña / reader
word count: 3313
a/n: this is a very raw topic for me and smth i’ve been dealing with for a few years, but have never gotten proper help for. that’s going to change now. i put very little dialogue in this bc sometimes, being shown that you’re loved hits harder than simply being told.
warnings: depictions of alcoholism, depression, ptsd, mommy issues
if you have an addiction problem, whether it be alcohol or controlled substances or anything else, you are not alone.
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summer was in full swing in laredo. watermelons were being sold from the back of old pickup trucks parked on the side of the highway. firework stands were selling their wares with fervor. the stifling heat was luring the masses to swimming pools and splash pads all around town.
you always loved to watch the city come alive during the warmer months. it started around the middle of march, when the wild daffodils bloomed in vibrant yellows and oranges. the wisteria’s perfume would put everyone under a spell, purifying the mind and soul, and welcoming the new season with open arms and high a/c bills.
the sunshine made people happier despite the frequent heatwaves it brought with it, and that joy was contagious.
javier enjoyed summertime as well, albeit for different reasons. summers in laredo brought work at his father’s farm accompanied by a sweating amber bottle and a job well done. he would join chucho on the back porch in the early mornings, watching with wonder as the deer would guide their young fawns into the pasture. they would accept the lightly tossed strawberries with slowly abating hesitancy, starting to recognize that the men carried no ill will.
there have been slight variations to his routine over the years; the first two years after his mother passed, his time in colombia, and other mild inconveniences that he couldn’t quite place anymore.
one of the few changes he welcomed with open arms was you.
since leaving the dea, he’s gotten to watch you come alive right beside his beloved hometown. as the days grew warmer, you donned more sundresses and smiles. you would lay down in the tall grassy pastures without a care in the world (except for avoiding manure), sometimes in silence, other times with a gentle song on your lips.
javier joined you when there wasn’t work to be done, letting your head rest on his lap and his hands tenderly wander the expanse of your body calmly. there was no ulterior motive when his hands grazed your curves, he just liked to be reminded that you were with him.
this would become your routine: enjoying the sunshine together, going about your days with smiles knowing that your love was just a handful of miles away at most, a breath away at the best of times. reconvening to the home javier built on the farm with his own two hands after your days turned you both into busy bees, letting yourselves rest easy knowing that your love is with you always.
on the days where there was very little to do, you would both spend time with chucho. a glass of lemonade on the front porch watching the cattle graze, the radio singing from the living room serving as background noise in the peaceful moments.
but javier, ever observant and sensitive to the most minuscule changes, could tell something was different this year. your smiles didn’t quite reach your eyes anymore, and you began to burrow away in a nest of blankets at the very mention of going outside. even the lilt of your voice has changed; there was a palpable air of sadness around you and javier had no idea why it began.
he could tell that you were hiding from his judgement. hell, it was the middle of june and you’ve only seen chucho three times in the past two months. both men were heavily concerned with this sudden change and knew something was severely wrong.
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you awoke to javier’s mustache tickling your skin, his lips ghosting your neck. it’s relaxing, peaceful, the best way to start a day. “good morning, javi,” you mumble halfway into your pillow.
“dulzura,” he whispers, “it’s two o’clock. you slept the morning away by a long shot.”
this startles you much more awake than you were seconds before. you nearly leapt from the bed in your haste — bad decision. your muscles felt like molasses in a ziploc bag, heavy and uncontrollable and reluctant to do anything but lie still in a blob.
you’re lucky that javier is next to your side of the bed at that moment or else you would have fallen flat on your face. he rights you with strong hands on your shoulders, running them down your arms as he checks you over with care.
as he holds you in place, your mind starts to catch up with the time and you’re instantly fretting. “dammit, javi! i was supposed to meet chucho at ten this morning! why didn’t you wake me?!” you’re suddenly making a mad dash to the closet, pulling several articles of clothing out and being frustrated yet not surprised when none of them match.
javier tried to get you to slow down, but you were in an unbridled and anxious tizzy, upset that you let yourself forget the brunch date you had with chucho.
you’ve given up on the clothes for now, instead doing a speed run through your morning routine. you had to look presentable, you had to look okay. today is your chance to abate their suspicions of your behavior. thus far, you’re doing a bang up job of that. it’s going to take some serious oversight on their part to not notice at least something. you just hoped they didn’t find anything big.
the way you’re zigzagging across your shared home nearly unscrews javi’s head from his neck with how much it’s swiveling after you. while you’re preoccupied, he calmly re-hangs the clothes you tore out and rifles through your side of the closet until he finds one of your summer skirts. he pairs it with one of his softer dad-on-vacation polos, as you affectionately named them, and finds your favorite sandals buried in a shoe heap.
he takes his opportunity to grab your attention when you breeze through the bedroom yet again. you were rambling on about not being sure what jewelry you wanted to wear today, almost working yourself up over it. mid-stride he pulls you to him gently, moving his free hand to cup your face.
once he had your attention, he gestured to the outfit he organized for you on the bed. you had to take a deep breath and fan your face to keep the tears from falling. how did you get so lucky to have javier in your life? to this day you’re still not quite sure.
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chucho was excited to see you through the screen door at 2:39pm, not caring about you being late in the slightest. he heard your footsteps on the front porch echo into the living room and was immediately standing from his favorite recliner.
with a hug and kiss on the cheek as his greeting, he guided you to the kitchen. his famous cabbage patch stew was on the stove and you could feel your mouth water at the aroma. there were already two full bowls and a box of saltines in the center of the dining table, and chucho complimented them with two freshly poured glasses of sweet iced tea.
he always seemed to know when someone was hungry. you were incredibly grateful for his sixth sense as you sat down eagerly, ass planted in the chair and spoon in hand before he even got to his side of the table.
he laughed at your enthusiasm before joining you for the late lunch, both of you smiling and enjoying the other’s company. there was small talk and jokes and a lightness to you that hadn’t been there in a while.
but chucho was still worried about you, and he wouldn’t let one good visit distract him from figuring out what was troubling you.
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javier’s mother drilled into him from a very young age that having a dirty home was detrimental to your happiness. so he figured, why not deep clean the house? it’s a process long overdue, and he reckons that it will give your mood a much needed boost.
the radio played loudly as he worked, the music giving him a rhythm as he got down to the nitty gritty of cleaning. he swept and mopped the floors, vacuumed the rugs, washed the dishes, and he dusted the ceiling fans, all between laundry.
javier’s watch told him it was ten till 8, and he wondered what you and his father could be up to. you were probably playing a game of farkle or checkers while the tv plays old westerns, laughing and smiling the night away.
he was about to call it quits for the night, but he couldn’t leave the back porch without a slight facelift. it’s where you and javi would watch the sunsets together on the old porch swing, two afghan blankets he brought back from colombia hanging on the back. one day, he thinks to himself, it will be where he finally proposes to you.
his mind wanders to thoughts of a small outdoor wedding here on the farm. pops would officiate of course, he’d call steve up and rope him into being best man, and you would insist on having one of the cattle dogs be ring bearer. he laughs at the idea of tilly, one of the younger aussies with boundless energy, running circles around everyone attempting to get the rings from her. you would definitely enjoy it, that’s for sure.
he sweeps the dirt off the porch and folds the blankets up neatly, thinking that would be all he needs to do.
but just as he’s heading back inside, a stray glass alcohol bottle catches his eye.
it’s positioned almost strategically away from his line of sight, behind the wooden spool you use as an end table. he picks up the bottle, confusion taking over because he doesn’t recognize the brand as anything he or pops would buy.
you told him years ago that you don’t drink, attributing the abstinence to addiction problems running in your family. since you were a teen, your mother reminded you that if you were to ever drink or do drugs in adulthood, your obsessive personality would lead you to becoming a hopeless addict. the addiction you’d inevitably develop would waste everything she had worked for, and she could not have that.
for your mother’s sake, he’s thankful that she would never meet a peña.
but something still makes him think he’s seen that brand here on the ranch before. he takes a seat on the swing, racking his brain to try and find some answers. they’re not on any display shelves inside, and they’re not quite the right size for your houseplant propagating. javi was genuinely stuck.
a gust of wind rattled the wind chimes, javier’s startled eyes flitting to the small decoration pops hand made as a housewarming gift. behind it, his eyes catch on the bottle tree you made a few months ago with a mix of bottles you claimed to have gotten either from goodwill or a bartender across town that saved them for you.
suspicion creeps into his chest like tornado clouds in may. he jogs several yards off the porch to inspect the faded bottles, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.
every matching bottle he found was a punch to the gut. they weren’t all identical, but there was enough to send the alarms blaring in his head. then he recalls the several diy birdhouses you made earlier this year as gifts to the owners of your favorite farmer’s market stalls and his heart sinks.
they were made from these very same bottles.
as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, it answered many questions that he forgot he had. why you always insisted on taking the trash out to the end of the driveway despite it being more convenient for him to take it, or why you never let javi clean out the trash from your car when he would clean his. all the times you would turn away from him when he wanted to kiss you as he walked through the front door in the evenings. and when you’d finally kiss him, you’d have toothpaste on your breath.
you were hiding your pain, your addiction, from him all this time. he was absolutely oblivious to it all and that’s what broke him. he was supposed to protect you and support you in every way, but he let you down.
that’s going to change from this day forward.
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it was 10:30 before you were meandering out of chucho’s living room. today was just what you needed and for the first time in a while, you felt at peace.
javi left the front porch light on for you and you smiled at the gesture. the front door was unlocked and you stride in with an air of positivity you almost didn’t recognize seeing in yourself.
“hey javi, did you miss me?” you call into the house, knowing that he would hear you from just about everywhere. looking for your love, you noticed that the house was absolutely spotless, aka not the way you left it earlier today. that man was too thoughtful for his own good sometimes. you would have stayed and helped him clean if you knew that’s what he was planning to do today.
your shoes are the first thing to come off, enjoying the way the clean floor feels under your feet. seeing that the kitchen light was still on, you made your way there. “if i’d known you were gonna deep clean today honey, i would have stayed and helped you!”
still no answer came from javier. it slightly worried you, but you figured he was just exhausted from all his hard work today.
javi was leaning on the kitchen counter across from the stove, elbows on the marble top and head in his hands. you immediately rushed to his side, hoping he wasn’t dizzy or in pain. one hand scratched gently up and down his back, knowing how comforting he finds the motion.
you say nothing. when javier is upset about something, he always tells you in his own time. there is no force on the planet that can make him do something before he’s ready, so you wait patiently for him to tell you.
his head slowly lifts and gazes at you with sorrow deep in his eyes. his cheeks are rosy and his eyes are bloodshot, and you realize that he was crying.
“why do you do this to yourself, mi cielo?” javi’s voice alone conveys the heartbreak written all over him and it sends chills up your spine. in your worry, you don’t notice the assortment of glass bottles on every flat surface in the kitchen until he gestured to them as he spoke. a few dozen were from the bottle tree out back and you knew right then, that he knew everything.
oh, no.
you had no idea what to say; there wasn’t really anything to say, if you were being completely honest. you hid this from him with the overarching fear of him putting you out because of it. you lied to him, you snuck around, and pretended that everything was okay when you were really blowing away like a dandelion in the breeze.
one harsh realization came to mind and the hurt truly set in; your mother was right. you were a failure, a hopeless addict who selfishly hurt everyone she loves for the sake of another drink, another shot, another way to escape. what you were doing was cowardly, and your javier deserved so much more than a coward.
right there on the kitchen floor, surrounded by all of those bottles you intimately knew the bottom of, you crumpled under the weight of your guilt.
javier pulled you into his lap and held you through every sobbed apology, every self-deprecating comment about being a failure and undeserving of him. his hands smoothed down your back and even though his voice cracked with every other word, his words dripped with nothing but love.
he never shushed you because you’ve been holding all this pain inside for far too long. he listened and held you through the shaking, rocking you gently back and forth. he didn’t care how long he had to sit on the cold tile floor comforting you. every sore muscle he’d get in his back was miniscule compared to the pain in your heart and he would never complain about taking care of his love.
“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to hurt you!” you cried/screamed into his neck, shaking like a leaf. “mom was right, she knew what i’d become if i did this! and now i’ve hurt you and–”
not all of your ramblings in the past twenty minutes were coherent, but this was one phrase he heard that immediately needed to be addressed. javier would not allow that thought to be in your head for a single moment longer.
you’ve told him about your mother and the way she treated you as a kid; everything about it was deplorable. even the mere idea of her being correct in her cruelty ignites his fury against her.
“no, cariño. your mother knows nothing! she is and always will be wrong about you. she doesn’t know the beautiful, loving person you are today, and she never will.”
it takes a lot for someone to earn the hatred of javier peña. there are very few non-criminals that have that under their belts, but your mother? she earned his wrath when you first opened up about the traumas she caused you, and will never be able to redeem herself enough to make up for what she’s done. there is no space in his life or sympathies for someone who wounded you so deeply.
“you were hurting and you tried to handle it the best way you knew how. you did this alone because that’s what you thought was safe. but this is your home, you are always safe here, mi cielo.”
still sniffling, you lift your head from where it’s been hidden in javi’s neck. he graciously makes no comment about the tears and snot you’ve left on his skin as he continues to soothe you, your comfort at the front of his mind. you know for a fact you’re a train wreck personified after such a violent breakdown. but your javier, in that special way of his, makes you feel nothing short of utterly adored in any given moment.
his eyes are soft as he holds your chin gently, keeping your attention solely on him, “we’re going to get through this together, i swear it on everything. you will never suffer through this alone as long as i live, understand? i’ve got you, and you’ve got me.”
you lean closer to him and kiss his cheek, trying to send all of your love and appreciation through it. “thank you, javi, for everything. i know i’m hard to love sometimes, but you still stay and i’m so lucky to have you.”
javier scoffs at your words, a smile gracing his handsome face. “you never have to thank me for loving you, dulzura. it’s the easiest thing i’ve ever done.” a few more leftover tears fall, and his callused hands wipe them away with a tender smile. “what will be hard is getting off this hard ass floor. c’mon, let’s go to bed.”
your laugh lightens javi’s heart as you stand from your spot in his lap, offering him your hand accompanied with an old man joke. he swats lightly at your thigh once he’s on his feet, chuckling at the small yelp that leaves your lips as you lead the way to your bedroom.
nothing frisky will happen tonight, he knows you well enough to be certain that you simply need to be held. tomorrow, javier will help you take the next step in healing and be by your side the entire way.
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pinkfey · 2 years
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shimmer with miss honey 🐝
46. shimmer + honey hudson.
setting: honey/xyx centric. post-bp, currently living together, after a stroll through the farmer’s market 👩🏼‍🌾
“It’s just sunscreen, doll.”
“But we put it on in the morninggg.”
“Anddd now it’s time to reapply!”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Yes, well, we don’t want you looking like a tortilla in ten years, now, do we?”
Honey shot Xyx a wounded look as his thumb wiped the last of the sunscreen from under her eye. She bunched her lips to the side, squinting up at him through the bright summer sunlight.
“Oh, don’t give me that look,” he said with a teasing grin. “It’s the farmer’s market. Not much room for shade, yeah?”
When she had glared long enough to make her point—the point being she very little cared for her skin’s health, much to Xyx’s complete devastation—she plopped her bag down on the nearby picnic table with a punctuating thunk! and set to work removing her pickings for the day.
Xyx saddled up next to her, yanking a blue gingham table cloth out from her tote to drape it across the table. Honey moved her things to accommodate and Xyx watched her gingerly set them down again. He took stock: two jars of honey (typical), a basket of strawberries (also typical), a baguette coupled with a container of brie, a bottle of rosé lemonade, and, of course, a bouquet of wildflowers.
There was more still inside her tote, such as all the cutlery they’d brought or the most recent purchase of an orangey sun catcher, but Honey was already busying herself twisting the stem off a large strawberry. Xyx did the job for her, setting down the cutting board and knives and two plastic wine glasses which he deeply, deeply despised.
As she meticulously placed each strawberry down on the cutting board, Honey sang to herself absently—something about blood and cherries and wine. Once, Xyx found the habit to be a curveball in their otherwise clearly flawless relationship—be it through song or hum, Honey was always buzzing like a bee—but he got used to the lack of quiet. It became a reminder: he’s not alone.
A few slices of bread soon joined the strawberries, then the brie, then an open jar of honey. Xyx plopped down on the table bench with a satisfied sigh, waiting for Honey to follow suit. But she still stood, holding a strawberry. Sunlight glinted off the golden bee pendant at her neck as she fiddled with it.
“Doll?”
Honey’s lips formed a soft smile. She held up the strawberry. “It’s a heart.”
Xyx nodded exaggeratedly as if following her train of thought. “Fascinating.”
Honey twisted the stem off and handed it to him without a word. Xyx held it in his palm, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. Honey did not notice his confusion, resting her head on clasped hands to admire the table’s setup.
Xyx rolled the strawberry between his fingers. Was there something to it? It was just a strawberry; it was red, it had seeds… and it was shaped like a heart. Honey had liked that fact. It made her happy, so she gave it to him.
Happy.
Xyx always thought happiness was something to chase. It was a rush. To find it you took a risk, rolled a die—be that leaping off a cliff or racing down the highway. Adrenaline wasn’t a foolproof definition but it did the job.
He glanced at Honey—the sheen of her sun-kissed cheeks and the shimmer of her watermelon chapstick—and bit into the strawberry. It was sweet, refreshing, and bits of skin stuck to his teeth. Realizing this, he scowled mid-chew. He grabbed a napkin and struggled to pick them out. Honey giggled at him. He giggled back.
Happy. Funny.
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greensmycolor · 1 year
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So nice, I bought it twice!
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💗Mtn Dew SPARK: Raspberry Lemonade💗
How refreshing!
The color of the drink isn't a blight to the eyes like most Mountain Dew drinks. It's a soft baby pink, just like a real red berry lemonade. The big warning label-like wrap on the thing and the cyberpunk shaped bottle remind you that this is in fact a Mountain Dew, and contains 0% Juice, but BOY do I not give a shit!
It is TASTY! For lack of a much better word, I'd describe this drink as "watered down". It's fizzy to high hell, but the flavor is just mild enough to make you want to drink more right away instead of waiting 5 minutes like other flavors.
The flavor is very clearly "pink lemonade". There is something VERY familiar about it too. I haven't been able to place it. Otter pops? The frozen Minute Maid lemonade? Mountain Dew's Strawberry Limeade Amp? I got a second bottle to find that mystery nostalgia, but no such luck so far. Good job Mountain Dew for getting more money from me though.
While the flavor is WONDERFUL, I am not a fan of the presentation. Not that Mountain Dew can help it without spending an unnecessary amount of money on rebranding for a one-off drink. But still, the feeling I get from the flavor doesn't match the hardcore look of the bottle. I think this second bottle will be the last I buy, and I'll just make my own raspberry lemonade. Or I'll finally figure out this mystery memory this drink is calling up.
I will be having a great time playing Animal Crossing as I finish this bottle. Great flavor Mountain Dew! Finally a hardcore drink that won't burn my intestines out! (Or at least it doesn't FEEL like it.)
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fellasleepinbaltimore · 8 months
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I just remember always getting a baconater with fries and a strawberry lemonade ❤️ also gjtju I'm reminded of this bc my dad considered Wendy's one of the more luxurious fast food places and I was like why? cos they have salad? ghtjyuu it made me laugh no but it was cos Wendy's is open 24/7 now and I noticed bc my job is by one so when I'm going home I notice there's still people there, I think they even keep the dinning room open like... horrify
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ladyauroramoon · 1 year
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got the whole collection of soda drinks, thinking of turning the cans into table lamps when I’m done drinking them all and cleaning them out. My thoughts on all of the flavors:  Tried the Jupiter one first because I was curious about the cucumber flavor. Sadly, I wasn’t too impressed. This flavor was not what I would had chosen for Jupiter at all. I would’ve picked green melon flavor with a tiny dash of rose syrup flavor to represent her. I think that would’ve been far more delicious and fit her personality.  2/10  Mercury’s pear flavor was surprisingly nice-tasting and tangy, while delicate at the same time. It really suits her, actually. 10/10 Sailor Moon-- this one was weird. Pomelo flavor, as in grapefruit flavor. I think the reason why they used it for Sailor Moon is because it’s used in traditional nonalcoholic celebration drinks across most if Asia. so it sorta makes sense that they’d want an traditional celebratory drink for Sailor moon as her can was the very first to get produced. The grapefruit isn’t that bad tasting at all, I just don’t think it suits Sailor moon is all.     I don’t think it suits her personality at all? This isn’t what I imagine in terms of flavor if you told me to design a drink that would represent Sailor Moon.  I would want something that tastes like a somewhat childish drink but still loved by both adults and kids alike. something like a strawberry and rose flavor. 6/10 Sailor Venus-- The mango flavor fits her so perfectly, it’s light and bubbly but with a hint of tartness. 10/10 Sailor Mars-- You know how I said Sailor Moon should’ve gotten Strawberry flavor? Sailor Mars gets it instead here. I honestly love the flavor. but I’m conflicted over whenever Sailor Mars should’ve gotten strawberry. I always pictured her as being more of a cherry flavor kind of gal. Because Cherries are often all over the place-- symbol of trying too hard to seem mature but still being an innocent girl under it all, while sometimes being very tart/sour as hell depending on the breed of cherry you’re eating. a mixture of sweet and tart cherry would’ve been so perfect in embodying Sailor mars.   Still, friggin’ love that strawberry flavor. 10/10 Sailor Uranus-- Pineapple juice flavor. oddly, like with Sailor Venus’s flavor this one fits her so well in terms of personality and flavor? pineapple flavor is just one of those tastes where it comes in tasting so good, but then here comes the powerful tang as the pineapple itself tries to break down your mouth with its’ special enzyme bromelain . delicious AF. 10/10 Sailor Neptune-- Kiwi flavor? REALLY??  like with the Jupiter one I was really not a fan of this one. and I don’t think it suits Neptune at all??   Instead, I think I would’ve gone for green grape flavor which was laced with a hint of green lime. like you taste the delicate flavor of green grapes at first (tastes a lot like the pear one but with a different subtle flavor profile) which is very different than the flavor of concord grapes (which you typically taste in most grape-flavored things). and then BLAM, there’s the sour tang of lime that reminds you of lemonade.   Too bad they didn’t go that route. 2/10 Sailor Saturn--Grapefruit flavor, very similar to Sailor Moon. but this time it makes sense more for her and actually suits Sailor Saturn very much. 7/10 Sailor Pluto-- Watermelon flavor. Finally got around to tasting this one.... and I have to say that while it tastes very great, it’s not all what I would’ve envisioned for Sailor Pluto. not to mention, her can color is a dark ruby brown color which also gives the impression that her flavor would be something other than watermelon.     If it was up to me I would’ve made her flavor cinnamon apples. Not only is Cinnamon her favorite flavor in most things canonically it also makes sense as her drink reflecting her personality. still the watermelon flavor is good so I can’t complain. 9/10 Sailor Chibi-Moon--Lychee flavor. Oddly enough, this suits her very much even though I’d given her the watermelon flavor here. Also very tasty as hell to me... so again can’t find anything to nitpick about with this one. 10/10
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Today was pretty great but I am shocked at how much pain I'm in. Like I can't believe that the robbing that is happening in my heels. I honestly don't know what I'm going to be doing about this because I cannot have this happen again. I know I have done a ton of walking since Thursday but I don't understand why it's this bad it's usually okay.
But I tried my best not to let the pain I was in ruined my diet or get too hard on myself. I slept really low last night. Taking a melatonin really really help and I was able to fall asleep way better and way easier. I woke up around 9:00 and James was still in bed and we made a plan to get bagels and then go to the zoo. And then we would see what we would do after that. If we would do anything after that.
I really wanted to try to do two things a day but the zoo ended up being gigantic. And my feet were really bothering me. When I first got up my heels hurt so bad it was hard to stand for a few minutes but I was okay. I got dressed and I felt very cute. I wanted to dress like a panda because I was going to feel panda for the first time today. I was very excited about that.
So I got dressed and we started heading out. I wore my Birkenstocks because I thought having a different type of heel or shoe would help. But we made it out of the hotel and down the street before I had to stop and tell James I had to go back and change my shoes. My knees were pulling. I was having to hold my foot in a weird way I think and I just was not having a good time. Standing I was great. The cushioning in the shoes was exactly what I needed. But for walking I just couldn't do it. And so James said that was all right and we came back to the hotel and I put my boots on and I found a lot better. The pain in my legs thankfully wouldn't be as bad and wouldn't really kick up until really late in the day.
He walked to a really cute bagel place and we got our bagels and sat outside. I had strawberry lemonade again. And we watched the dogs and the people that walked by. And soon we were heading to the subway again.
I really like taking the subway. And honestly I'm really enjoying DC. I would for sure come again and spend a weekend. Or even just do day trips like me and James have talked about. Because I really enjoy the downtown and the subways are really great way for us to cover those long distances. Reminds me of being in New York.
And so we get down to where the zoo is and I wasn't thrilled about walking uphill. My feet were bothering me like I said. But we made it to the zoo and it was just such a beautiful day.
The weather was so nice. We both had brought our jackets because it was a little chilly when we first left but we basically didn't wear them for the rest of the afternoon. James carried my bag and our jackets. Because they're the best. My glass draw would end up getting broken in my bag and I was a little bummed about that but it's not the worst thing. I just hate that it's the second straw I've lost and they aren't cheap. I don't buy another one but it's still was kind of a bummer.
We got for the zoo though and James went and got us a map while I sat on the bench and ate the other half of my bagel that I had saved. And then we were off. The map was $5 but it was really nice and had a lot of information that I'm excited to read later and some activity stuff and some coupons which we forgot to use. But that's okay. I really hope that we go back and if we do I'll just bring the same map.
We saw so many animals I've never seen before. I've been to a lot of zoos all over the country and I've never seen a panda. But I've also never seen things like certain turtles. There was an amphibian that kind of looked like a worm that I never seen before. James had never seen it before either. The birdhouse was closed but we did get to see a few interesting birds and I just was having a great time. I had to take breaks sometimes but I really really enjoyed myself.
We stopped and got a pretzel at one point and we walked around and just enjoyed seeing all the beautiful displays and I think because it was so cool out the animals were much more active than maybe if you had gone in the summer. That has been my experience. Winter zoo trips tend to have less people and more animal action. And today it wasn't even cold so it was nice And I was just having a blast.
There were a couple small school groups but overall there was barely any people there and we didn't have to fight to see anything. Some of my favorite highlights were the panda. When we got there I thought it was going to cry when we saw that the baby panda, who wasn't actually a baby at those point he's like big sized, climbed a tree and then flopped over backwards in the tree to bite on a branch. I thought he was going to fall but he did not. And then we got to see a seal get really up close to the glass and swim around. Blow bubbles. And the tiger was up. And this other smaller Asian bear I don't remember the name of was up and walking around. It was just so cool.
Another part that I really enjoyed was the bobcats. There were three of them and they were running around and jumping on each other and then they were headbutting and it was so great. The house are really just loved seeing all of the like interesting ways that they set up the enclosures. It's not a Victorian zoo for sure. But there were some places it was just like maybe you guys should redo those. Mostly in the smaller lake amphibian and reptile house. Parts of it look great. I also just really love the monkey house and all of the tiny primates.
This was really just wonderful trip. I was getting a little exhaustive and so we stopped for lunch. We got sandwiches at the grill that they had in the zoo. And I got a panda cup. And we enjoyed our lunch before we continued on to the next part of the zoo which had a bunch of interesting horses and I saw goats sitting in wheelbarrels. And we missed some stuff because things were closed because of COVID I think. Or things that were being fixed that we didn't get to see. But we got to say so much and I just had such a good time.
My legs and my feet were hurting so much that I had to sit and take my shoes off at one point. I was just really suffering and I hated it. I'm so upset. I just wanted to be having a good time. But my energy was just zapped.
But we finished the zoo. I got a prairie dog plushie. I had to go through all of the prairie dogs in the basket to try to find the best one. And I still think his nose is to downturned so I'm probably going to add a stitch to it. But he is so cute and I love him so much.
James said that we could just come back to the hotel. I thought we would maybe go back to the national gallery or the sculpture garden but I think we both realized I couldn't handle it.
I wasn't even sure I could make the walk back to the subway. It made me want to cry.
But I held James's hand and they pulled me so I wouldn't fall behind. And we made it. We went and found somewhere to sit while we waited the 10 minutes for the next subway.
And then it was two stops until ours. And we walked slowly back to the hotel. I was so happy to be back.
I would lay upside down on the bed with my legs against the wall because Jess said it would help with how swollen and painful my feet were. And I think it did. James would join me and we laid like that for a while.
Eventually we decided on sushi for dinner. James would order and I would fall asleep.
The sleep was okay. But I couldn't stand up. My legs and heels were screaming. But after a few minutes it would be mostly okay. I could stand at least.
We had our dinner in bed. And I slowly felt better. Less exhausted. I'm still in pain but it isn't as much the only thing I'm thinking about.
We have had a chill night though. And it's been really nice. We put on the hokey game. I took another bath. And we've just been talking and enjoying each other's company.
Tomorrow I wanted to go to air and space but I think we will hair do the sculpture garden and a meal and go home. We have a ton to do, from cleaning to bringing in all the plants before the temperature drops. But honestly I have had the best time with my James and I am so lucky. I am excited to spend our first night in our own home as a married couple. Wild to say that.
Goodnight everyone. Be safe!! Love you all!!
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hueylengyong15 · 25 days
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My top three memorable moments of February.
Since the second month of the year is over. I decided to do this post what I did in February.
Making my own ice cream sundae at Le Meridian Hotel:
After dinner on the eve of Chinese New Year, I decided to make myself an ice cream sundae by scooping out medium scoops of Vanilla, Chocolate, and Strawberry, adding a fudgy brownie, gummy bears, three of the Hershey's syrups including chocolate from the fountain, Golden Smarties, strawberry, marshmallow, and a Kit Kat wafer to top it all up.
I wanted to add the chocolate bark, but it was enough for me, as I would get a sugar rush and have cavities in my teeth. So, I decided not to get any more toppings as my mom would scold me when she got back from Taiping.
As I sat down to eat my dessert, I tried the brownie paired with the ice cream coated with the toppings I selected. The best part was selecting my own ingredients on what I could come with instead of copying someone's DIY bowl of ice cream.
Once the Reunion dinner was over, I was full of eating my sweet treat, I remembered not to add a lot of ingredients to the Sundae and learned to take only the things I could finish instead of wasting them.
Hopefully, next year I will learn my lesson about what I can eat instead of throwing away my food into the trash and being mean to the unfortunate people who can't afford to eat at a nice restaurant.
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2. Trying out Senjyu Japanese restaurant in One Utama for the first time:
On Thursday after Valentine's Day. I decided to watch the Cantonese version of Disney Pixar's Turning Red. Once we got to TGV Cinemas to get the tickets, we found out that there were no regular seats available to watch the movie as there were only Junior seats available. After hearing the news, I was sad, that I didn't get a chance to watch the Cantonese version of the movie as there were too many kids playing on the playground.
To cheer myself up, I decided to eat at Senjyu, the newest Japanese restaurant that recently opened one month ago. Once we got to this place, I ordered the Spicy Salmon Mayo Temaki Taco with Shimchi Yakiniku Don set with a citrusy and icy Lemonade Bliss drink.
The taco which was made with rice and seaweed coated in a tempura batter had an excellent crunch that paired perfectly with the spicy salmon and the shredded tamago had a good texture that reminded me of a burrito mixed with sushi that gave it a nutty and irresistible texture.
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As for my dad, he ordered the Hotate and Salmon Mentai kettle rice set. The Japanese Scallops were delicious and not so spicy including the salmon seared with Mentaiko sauce that makes it a perfect pairing when being eaten in one bite.
The Sashimi was one of the best side dishes that we ate with our meals. The Salmon was tasty and great while the cut-up fruits and Chawanmushi were savory along with the flower-shaped carrot, grated imitation crab, and eggy custard which was on the sweeter side when being served hot and fresh.
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Overall, I gave this Japanese restaurant eight stars due to their homemade high-quality recipes, and peaceful ambiance. And next time, when I eat at the Japanese restaurant again, hopefully, I will try their Gyoza dry ramen with Unakyu Sushi Maki.
3. Lunch at the Teddy Cafe:
Four days ago, I decided to go to the Teddy Cafe for a Sunday lunch after working on some of my assignments. After arriving at this place in the afternoon, I saw a white teddy carrying a gift box with a bouquet, a miniature teddy in an ice cream cone, and two pink teddy bears with a lemon wedge hat holding a white heart with a happy little cub waving hello to the people who come into the cafe.
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The decorated restaurant which had many teddies was excellent as it was suitable for people of all ages to enjoy eating at this cafe. I also liked the dressed-up teddy toys in different outfits such as Snow White, the Prince, Kawaii style bear, and many other clothing for the cute bears.
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As we found a table, we ordered the Nachos with Tom Yum Gravy, teddy-shaped garlic rice with grilled chicken, Mango, and Lime blended ice bear drink, and the Teddy beef burger with fries.
The Teddy burger was adorable to devour, especially with the fries and salad. The beef patty was juicy and went well with the veggies, cheese sauce, and mayonnaise. As for the Tom Yum Gravy, it had a spicy kick especially the tomatoes and lime were not too sour and made it a good combo with crispy Nachos.
The grilled chicken, garlic rice, and garden salad with sweet soy dressing sauce were sweet, tasty, and not so garlicky. The Mango and Lime drink topped with a marshmallow bear was excellent as it reminded me of Ice Bear from the show, We Bare Bears.
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Once we finished our lunch, I ordered an ice cream dessert for two called Teddy on Island. The strawberry ice cream and syrup are very sweet and delicious.
On the other hand, the chocolate waffles were crunchy and delicious when paired with the mixed fruit and the two happy vanilla ice cream bears. I loved the left side of the two waffles being the dirt and the sweet cream being the sand.
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After finishing our dessert, we decided to go home to rest before class tomorrow. This day was the best because I got to see a collection of teddy bears which people of all ages enjoyed. Hopefully, I will come back to this place to have a cup of 3D bear coffee with a bowl of mushroom soup when I have time.
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