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dontaskmetodivide · 3 years

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migraine days

summary: Y/N experiences a migraine and Harry does his best to comfort her.

tw: total fluff

1,598 words !!

a/n: migraines really aren’t pretty, so this isn’t a very pretty one shot, but as someone who get them i really wanted to write something about what h would do to comfort his girl during them.

You knew the second that your vision went blurry and your face got tingly that you were having a migraine. The piercing headache that you could only describe as the feeling of going mad. You were used to them, they sucked but you were used to them. You got them every month or so, and usually when they happened you would shut off your phone, lie in bed crying and just try to focus on your breathing. But once you started dating Harry, they got slightly more manageable. Harry always knew exactly what to do and how you comfort you, which made the whole experience a little more bearable.

You called Harry over to your flat around 8 pm, you both deciding to watch a movie and eat ice cream until you fell asleep, but around 10 pm you felt the strain on your head.

You get up from the couch and go to the kitchen calmly, excusing yourself for a moment so that you can take your meds, hopefully in time to break the migraine before it gets too bad. Along with the small dissolvable tablet you take, you also chug a bunch of water, refilling the bottle twice before Harry enters the room.

“Y/N? What’re you doing?” He asks with a groggy voice, clearly tired from the late hour and all the work in the studio earlier in the day. His hands remain in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

You set the bottle down on the counter and squint your eyes, trying to see Harry’s face clearly as you speak. “I feel a migraine coming, is all.” You brush it off but he takes it more seriously, walking around the island to get closer to you.

“Oh, muppet.” His hands come up and cup your cheeks as he looks into your eyes. “Has the aura started yet?” He asks with concern laced in his voice, referring to the weird visual changes you encounter when it comes to your migraines.

You nod and close your eyes, the light beginning to cause a light pounding behind your eyes. He kisses your forehead and you grab onto the sides of his sweatshirt for balance.

“Want to head to the hospital?” He asks, and that was one thing you didn’t appreciate from Harry as much when your migraines would occur. He always wanted to take you to the hospital immediately, have you protected and cared for by trained professionals, and while it was very caring, you were stronger than that and could usually last a while before absolutely needing to go seek help. You always wanted to wait until you felt like you couldn’t anymore before going to the doctor.

“No, I’m okay H.” You tell him, shaking your head with your eyes glued shut.

“Let’s lay down, yeah?” He asks and you open your eyes, only to see spots, and agree with him as he urges you out of the kitchen. He leads you down the hall and to the bedroom, careful not to move too fast.

As you get into the bedroom he turns off the lights, only leaving on the soft glow from the bedside lamp as you crawl into bed and shuffle under the puffy comforter. The pain in your head has now grown tremendously, and the small throbbing behind your eyes has now turned to vigorous pulsating on the front hemisphere of your brain.

You don’t register that he’s left the room until you hear the door close softly, signaling that he’s returned. The bed dips next to your hip, so you open your eyes and pull the covers from your face slightly.

Harry is holding a cup of water and some aspirin, as if it would do anything to help, but you appreciate the gesture none the less. You sit up slightly and he places his hand on your hip as you grab the water and pills from him, throwing them into your mouth and chugging more water.

“Are you hot? Want me to turn up the AC?” He asks as you snuggle back under the covers.

“Yes please.” You squabble out as you squint your eyes shut and try to get comfortable. Harry has learned all the things he can possibly do to make you more comfortable when these things happen.

He knows that you like to bury yourself in blankets to try and block out the world, so the air conditioner temp needs be lowered so that you don’t overheat.

He swiftly gets up and goes into the hall, returning after a long second, and after another second you hear the blast of the vents being turned up. Harry comes around the bed and lays down beside you, placing a hand on your back over the sheets and rubbling softly.

You started having migraines at a pretty young age so you learned pretty early that going to sleep is the best way to endure the pain. Most times you can fall asleep and once you wake the migraine has turned to a small headache, but you aren’t always so lucky.

You manage to sleep for an hour and a half before you’re sitting up and hunching over the side of the bed, about ready to vomit all over the floor. Harry is already handing you the small trash bin from your bathroom, that he must’ve picked up whilst you were asleep, and holding your hair back, tying it in a loose low bun with a band from around his wrist.

You gag a couple times before you’re throwing up all the water you had previously consumed. “It’s okay, baby. Let it out.” Harry hums behind you as he traces his bitten fingernails over your back, scratching lightly. “You’re okay, I’m right here.”

After filling up the bucket way more than you’re proud of, your body begins to rest so you place it back on the ground, heaving from exhaustion. A silent cry begins to fill your chest from frustration and pain. Tears fall from your face onto your lap as your boyfriend cradles you into his chest and you grip onto his sweatshirt for dear life.

Crying always made the headaches worse, but you couldn’t help it. It just hurts so fucking bad.

You take a deep breath and attempt to get up to go to the bathroom. Harry stands up with you and you’re grateful because as soon as you take a step you feel woozy and your knees start to buckle. He grabs your waist with one hand and the back of your head with the other, helping you stand.

“Woah woah woah, love. Baby?” Harry says with a panicked tone as he helps you sit back down on the edge of the bed.

“I’m- I’m okay. Just exhausted.” You tell him, holding onto his forearms still holding your body

“I think it’s time to go to the hospital, love.” He says as he scratches your scalp, hoping to relieve the pain in any way possible, and you nod, succumbing to the inevitable destination of this deceitful journey.

He slowly releases your body and stands straight, grabbing your shoes and sliding them on your feet as you remain hunched over the side of the bed. He helps you stand and walk out of the house to the car. The car ride is silent, Harry kindly turning off the radio aware that sound worsens the effects. He keeps his hand on yours the whole ride, circling his thumb on the back of your hand.

You get to the hospital and Harry parks close to the front of the ER doors, helping you out of the car and to the waiting room. Harry pulls your head onto his lap as soon as you’re seated, and you cradle your temples in your hands, silently begging your mind to give you a break.

You aren’t sure how long it is until they call you back and get your situated in a hospital bed, Harry helping you change into the gown and turning out the lights for you to rest. He sits on the chair next to your bed, not releasing his tight grip on your hand as you close your eyes and rest your head against the propped up cushion.

The doctor comes in shortly after that, letting you know how they will treat you. She had been your doctor before and knows just how bad this pain is for you. She examines you briefly, which is more painful than helpful to you. As she shines the bright light into your eyes you see Harry visibly wince and clench his jaw, knowing just how bad it must hurt for you.

Once she’s done she sets up the IV catheter, the needle piercing your hand not even fazing you compared to the mind blistering pain in your brain.

The doctor speaks softly as she consults you and sets up the IV drip. “You know the drill. We’ll do a fluid drip since you’re more than likely dehydrated, while simultaneously doing the pain reliever, which as I’m sure you know, will make you slightly loopy.”

You let out a breathy laugh and look at Harry who just smiles and shakes his head at you, knowing what you’re thinking. “You’re responsible for anything I say or do.” You tell him, your voice sounding strained.

The doctor smiles at the two of you before putting a “FALL RISK” band on your wrist and exiting, telling you to get some rest.

Before the door is even closed Harry is hopping on the bed to lay with you, facing you and making sure to not mess up the tubes going into your hand. He rests his hand on your cheek and you close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his hand rather than the pulsating in your head.

“I’m sorry I ruined our movie night.” You tell him with your eyes closed, and you don’t hear anything after a second but feel his lips come into contact with yours.

“Don’t apologize, pet.” He says, watching you carefully with compassion. “I’m sorry you ever have to go through this. If I could take it all away from you I would.”

“I know.” You try to smile up at him. “Thank you.” You tell him, resting your forehead against his.

i kinda wanna do a part two to this with loopy Y/N, so let me know if you’d like that lol thank you for reading, love you guys <3

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softyoongiionly · 4 years

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BlackHeart Bakery

Who says Halloween can’t be romantic?

Pairing: Emo! Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Genre: fluff

A/N: HI OMG IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE. I love you, I hope you like it. I’m sorry it isn’t longer but, I still can’t wait for you to read it.

-you never imagined that the quirky lil bakery down the street from your university would change your life

-But it did

-“Omg shut up, you’re so dumb.”

-“Rawr xD”

-“Did you just say rawr xD out loud??? That totally defeats the purpose of its existence...”

-“Don’t cite the deep magic to me witch, I was there when it was written.”

-“And now you’re quoting the chronicles of narnia- alright just go back to sleep you big dummy...”

-“Mmm but you married a big dummy so what does that say about you”

-“Jungkook don't spoil it oh my god!”

-“Like they don’t know what’s coming already- spoiler alert losers! I get the girl.”

-“I hate you...”

-“Mm yeah- I love it when you talk dirty to me baby. The last time you said that- we ended up fuc-“

-“Ok! That’s enough! Our story begins...”

-Jungkook’s bakery was quite famous around your city

-If people didn’t come for the gaudy Halloween decorations

-They came for the music

-Exclusively pop punk, if you’re wondering

-It was like 2009 everyday

-Which was comforting, considering the world has gotten a little

-Tricky

-Since then

-But anyways

-If they didn’t come for the music or the decorations

-They came for the AMAZING espresso

-And the spooky themed treats

-But if you’re being honest

-You think the main thing that keeps them coming back

-Is Jungkook

-If his sweeping black hair didn’t get you

-Or the adorable cheeky twinkle in his eyes

-It was the tattoos and the piercings

-He looked like he walked right off of a black veil brides music video set

-He was hot

-This was obvious

-But he didn’t seem to think so

-You had come to the conclusion that he was oblivious

-he shoved his feet into his big black doc martens every morning

-Slipped on his beaded bracelets and studded chokers

-Pulled his fall out boy t-shirt over his

-Massive

-Tattooed

-Biceps

-And just thought hm

-I’m pretty average I guess (lol)

-That’s a direct quote from him btw

-Men truly are hopeless

-Jungkook opened the bakery two years ago

-He had mentioned to you that he had saved up money from his 3 part time jobs to put a down payment on the building

-Which was wedged between a sex shop

-And a thrift store

-And honestly his bakery

-Blackheart Bakery, if you’re being specific

-Fits right in

-Jungkook refuses to hire new staff

-“They won’t do it right.” He whined to you one day

-“One time I tried to hire this guy and he put the sugared googly eyes on the cookie skeletons ALL WRONG”

-“How do you put googly eyes on wrong?” You had giggled

-“you just do- i- See? This is exactly why I can’t hire anyone...”

-You had started chewing on the end of your pencil in the midst of your laughter

-It was an unconscious habit

-And it makes Jungkook shift uncomfortably, his hands moving off of the top of your table

-“Don’t do that...” he had muttered, smirking to himself as he walked back behind the counter

-he did that a lot

-He’d mutter something

-Mildly flirtatious under his breath and then

-Just walk away

-It was quite confusing

-But honestly you had a feeling he was just a filrty person

-You certainly weren’t the only girl he smirked at

-Not that you pay attention

-Ok

-Maybe you do

-Kinda

-Pay attention

-but it’s not your fault!!!!

-You just

-Can’t help but feel a little jealous

-You kiiiiiinda have a little thing for him

-Ok

-Maybe it’s a big thing

-Maybe it’s a massive

-Gigantic

-Towering

-Crush

-But look at him!!!

-You simply couldn’t be blamed

-It was his fault

-Yep

-That’s what you’re going with

-It was Jungkook

-And his tight t shirts

-His ripped jeans

-His dangly earrings

-His tattoos

-His big

-Stupid boots

-Ugh ok

-Focus

-You have work to do

-The whole reason you began coming to Jungkook's cafe was so you -could find a consistent place to study for your exams

-You were in school to become a teacher :)

-And teachers have to study very very hard

-Educating the youth is no easy feat

-Jungkook had asked what you were studying during the first week you arrived at his spooky house of baked goods

-“Oh I’m an education major”

-“Ahh so you’re getting an education about...education.” He concludes

-“I love it.”

-“So meta.”

-“Are they educating you on the disparities between impoverished children and wealthier children?”

-His wide eyes were brimming with genuine curiosity

-You kind of got a kick out of how candid he was about such heavy conversation topics

-“Not as much as they should be but, I’m actually writing a paper on a similar topic right now...”

-This caused a brilliant grin to come over his face

-It was almost blinding really

-And it made your heartbeat all wonky

-“Of course you are. You look smart like that...”

-He had backed away from your table then, seemingly satisfied

-Had you passed the vibe check?

-“I’ll leave you to your paper.” He nodded to your laptop but as he walked away, he pivoted back towards you on and the heel of his combat boot, “welcome to Blackheart Bakery by the way, let me know if I can get you anything.”

-Another brilliant smile is sent your way

-“Thank you.” You had smiled back, sending a tiny wave his way

-Which in turn, made HIS heartbeat all wonky

-You’re cute

-Like really cute

-And despite how often it may seem like his eyes are elsewhere

-They are ALWAYS on you

-Every chance he gets he is glancing your way

-Smirking to himself at how endearing you are

-Brow furrowed

-Lips pouted in concentration

-Completely oblivious to his gaze

-He has to remind himself to look away

-He doesn’t want to be a creep

-“Creepy men deserved to get kicked in the teeth...”

-He’s said this to you before when another patron had made you uncomfortable

-Jungkook kicked him out immediately

-“If you don’t leave, I’ll have no choice but to kick you in the teeth. One, because I can’t compromise my personal philosophy and two because you’re making my favorite customer uncomfortable.”

-Oh look there goes your heartbeat again

-WONKY

-The guy leaves in an angry rush, flipping Jungkook off in the process

-Saying something about leaving a bad Yelp review

-He doesn’t care tho

-He definitely doesn’t want to be a creep

-You’re just so

-Pretty

-Ugh

-He rolls his eyes at himself behind the espresso bar

-The latte in front of him neglected

-In need of a bit of foam

-“Focus Jeon, she’s just a chick...”

No wait

-“She’s just a woman. A woman who I respect, like I respect all women...”

-He’s been watching a lot of feminist theory on YouTube

-He likes staying educated

-And also fuck the patriarchy

-The man waiting for his drink has arched a brow at this point, wondering if his barista has lost his mind

-“Uhhh medium...” he checks the cup for his awful hand writing, “ghostly toasted marshmallow latte!”

-“Thanks.” The guy mutters, throwing a judging look Jungkook's way

-He gives him a lazy salute as the guy struts away with a briefcase in tow

-“Thaaanks.” Jungkook mocks him, his face scrunching up in annoyance

-Stupid man

-With his stupid briefcase

-As Jungkook is pulling out a batch of cream cheese frosting stuffed pumpkin muffins

-Or as Jungkook calls them

-PUNK-in Muffins

-Movement at the counter catches his eye

-is that

-”oh shit...” He grunts, hastily wiping his hands on his apron and rushing over to the counter

-normally he would meander

-stroll

-or even slump to greet any new guests at this hour

-and by this hour

-he means 45 minutes before closing

-Jungkook’s bakery is open til midnight on weeknights

-9pm on Sundays

-and 3am on Saturdays (for the culture of course, gotta keep it spooky)

-tonight happens to be a Friday night and the person awaiting his assistance is

-you

-”You’re still here?” He gawks, the black polish on his nails glimmering as he punches in a few keys on the register

-You offer him a tired and slightly amused smile, “No. Y/N died around 4:30, you’re speaking to her ghost. Please leave your message after the tone.”

-Jungkook cracks a smile, his palms resting on flat on the counter, “Do ghosts check their voicemails?”

-“Oh of course not but, I will be checking yours because you have access to caffeine.”

-Jungkook laughs

-no...he giggles

-and it’s fucking cute

-but you digress

-“I feel like I should cut you off...this is your 4th latte; I’m pretty sure you’re 80% caffeine at this point...”

-“Noooo, don’t do that.” You whine slumping against the counter, “I just need to finish this one page...”

-He quirks a brow as he scribbles something on your cup, unimpressed with your statement, “You said that three hours ago. I’ll make you another one but I’m not putting an extra shot in.”

-Your face turns up in protest but he click his tongue against his teeth , shaking a manicured finger at you

-“Ah ah- nope. I don’t want to hear it. You either take that or I’m making you a hot chocolate and shutting the buildings power off.”

-With a dramatic sigh, you concede

-“Ugh fine. Here-” You go to hand him your debit card but he shakes his head

-“Put that away.”

-You want to protest but given the fact that he’s made the rules thus far during this interaction, you doubt you’d be able to stop him.

-A smile appears on your face then, appreciative of his generosity

-“Thank you.”

-He merely grins, waving you off before rolling up the sleeves of his black Blink 182 shirt

-as soon as his tattoos are out

-all the moisture leaves your mouth

-you try your hardest not to stare at him

-expertly, he eases the espresso shots into the milk, tongue poking between his lips in concentration

-and you

-being sleep-deprived

-and a little loopy

-decide to

-flirt????????

-if you could even call it that

-which you could but you shouldn’t

-“For the record, when I finally dig my way out of this of mountain of death I’m stuck in, I will definitely take you up on that hot chocolate...”

-Jungkook’s brow quirks at the tone of your voice, his hands suddenly itching with nerves

-was that

-was that flirty?

-should he flirt back?

-“My hot chocolate is legendary. You won’t be disappointed.” His lips display a small grin as he places the lid atop your finished latte, “Also mountain of death is a great name and I WILL be stealing it.”

-You giggle

-again

-“and I WILL be suing you for copyright.”

-He laughs now, wiping up the bit of milk he spilled

-the sinewy muscles in his forearm tensing and untensing

“Good luck getting me to show up to court.”

-and that’s kinda how it was between you and Jungkook

-for like six months

-it was a little bit flirty but never anything to push either over you over the edge.

-and speaking of being on edge

-recently, you had gone from vacationing in your timeshare on the edge

-to signing a 35 year mortgage contract

-4 bedrooms

-2.5 bathrooms

-of pure

-unrelenting

-stress

-you could feel it in the middle of your back

-shoving itself up between your shoulder blades

-your body seemed to ache with it

-the worst part being

-it was Halloween

-You should be out with your friends, having fun

-wearing itchy costumes and drinking sugary drinks

-but instead, your headed towards the bakery to work

-Jungkook was behind the counter, smiling happily at a family dressed like the cast of scooby doo

-from what you could see he was wearing a skeleton onesie

-his jet black hair tousled perfectly above his head

-he looked adorable

-(and hot)

-He notices you instantly, his face turning up in surprise

-you offer up a small wave and head over to your table

-you know he’s going to say something about you being there but

-you don’t really have much of a choice

-this work has to be done

-it takes him a second to spot you but when he does

-he seems to perk up

-his smile brightening as he looks back towards his customer

-as you’re setting everything up, you feel a presence (not the spooky kind) at the end of your table

-it’s Jungkook and he has your regular order in one hand, along with something wrapped in skeleton-patterned parchment paper

-“I know, I know.” You acknowledge before he’s even able to chide you for being here

-He smirks “What are you doing studying on the holiest day of the year??”

-You giggle

-“The holiest day of the year huh?”

-“Of course. Halloween is the one night a year that the homies can dress like total -sluts and no one can say anything about it.”

-This makes you giggle again

-“And you went with slutty skeleton huh? I love it- it’s like as naked as you can possibly get.”

-He chuckles, gesturing to his costume

-His floppy black hair getting in his face

-“Damn right baby.”

-The way he grins tells you the pet name is a joke

-But the deepening of his voice gets to you anyway

-“Thank you for this. I promise I’ll get out of your hair early tonight.”

-“The only thing I’m worried about getting out of my hair is this white spray paint. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”

-He’s put a streak of white spray paint in his raven locks

-Why? You’re not certain

-Does it look good on him, like everything else does?

-Absolutely

-Its been a few hours since your night of studying began

-Jungkook’s dropped off two free lattes since you’ve arrived

-As well as a slice of his ‘I write cinnamon not tragedies’ bread

-Which was equally hilarious and delicious

-You caught him glancing over at your table a few times but you didn’t think anything of it

-He’s probably just checking to make sure that no one needs your table

-His bakery is packed most nights but Halloween is a special night at Blackheart Bakery

-He has a trick or treat counter set up with free (homemade) candy

-A photo op complete with a fake haunted house backdrop

-A Halloween playlist

-And a bunch of discounts on his signature lattes and food

-you watch him amongst the chaos

-He is completely unfazed

-He seems elated at the amount of customers he has

-he grins and laughs at something a man dressed like Thor says at his counter

-he seems entirely in his element

-you realize that the denial tactics you’ve been trying out haven’t been working

-because this floppy haired, tattooed, slutty skeleton/baker kind of has a hold on your heart

-you’ve been friends for a long time now

-he always makes sure you’re taken care of

-he always asks if you’re ok

-he always gives you this little grin

-it feels like a secret sometimes

-but maybe it’s been his way of letting you know where he stands

-he’s been bringing you lattes and pastries for months now

-he never charges you full-price

-he always reminds you not to work too hard

-he

-fuck

-he likes you doesn’t he?

-you look back over at the counter to see him bending over and handing a skeleton cookie to a little girl dressed like Captain Marvel

-he laughs at something she says

-his eyes focused entirely on her and whatever she seems to be proclaiming to him

-your heart goes wonky again

-alright

-enough is enough

-you’re doing this

-Jungkook’s done so much of the work thus far

-it’s time for you to seal the deal

-and if he rejects you, well…

-you can just crawl into a hole and never come out again

-easy peasy

-You can feel his eyes on you as you get up to take your place in line

-luckily there isn’t anyone else behind you

-rejection with an audience would certainly be worse

-Jungkook has his witty comment ready for you as you approach the register

-“I know for a fact you haven’t finished your third latte and I’m not making you another one until-“

-“I’m not here for another latte.” You laugh, trying to ignore the thrashing of your heartbeat

-“No? Well, are you finally going to try my Welcome to the Blackened Chicken Parade Burger then? I’ve been asking you for like three weeks…”

-god he’s fucking cute

-“I’m here to ask you out.”

-Jungkook swears he feels his heart stop

-“You’re here to…”

-He repeats the first part of your response as his he didn’t hear you

-his black fingernails anxiously tapping against the countertop

-“I’m here to ask you out- on a date.”

-Jungkooks face seems to go through various stages of confusion before a shy smirk presents itself on his pretty mouth

-“Me? You��re asking me-“ He places a hand on his chest, “-out on a date?”

-“Yes!” You laugh, slapping the counter a bit too hard, your nerves getting the best of you, “Are you down?”

-He shakes his head but his answer contradicts his movements

-“So down, beyond down. There is no one on Earth who is more DOWN than I am. Yes. My answer is yes. 50000% yes.”

-you can’t help the smile on your lips

-“great. So are you free next Friday then?”

-He grins with his teeth this time, nodding emphatically

-“Consider the shop closed.”

-and so it was

-you returned to your table moments later

-feeling on top of the world

-you did it

-you asked Jungkook out

-and he said yes

-and now you

-NOW YOU HAVE A DATE WITH JUNGKOOK

-LOOK AT YOU GO

-TAKING CHARGE

-you try your best to engage with your studies but with Jungkook on your mind

-its really hard

-roughly two hours later, things at the bakery have finally started to slow down

-“Hey uh- Y/N?”

-Jungkook's voice that pulls you out of your studying trance

-he’s standing at the entrance of his back room, waving you over with his hand

-and who are you to deny him?

-you make your way over there, annoyed at the instant increase in your heartrate

-he stands awkwardly to the side and gestures to the boxes on the metal rack

-“I just remembered that I’ve never given you a tour of the place. I give all my regulars a tour of the stockroom and my office and uh-”

-he cuts himself off and clumsily cups your cheek

-he pulls you into a kiss

-a really good kiss

-his lips are so warm

-he smells like cinnamon

-you could literally die happy

-The ridiculous nature of his first attempt to kiss you, makes you giggle into his mouth

-you feel him smile, his hands smushing your cheeks together as he pulls away

-“Ok I lied. There is no tour. I’ve just been watching you focus on your computer for the last two hours and you’re just really fucking cute and-”

-this time, it’s you who cuts him off

-“You better give me an actual tour next time. How else am I going to steal your secret recipes?”

-he scoffs in mock offense

-“Ah ha! So that’s the only reason you asked me out huh? Should I be calling you Plankton instead of Y/N? Ew no wait- that would make me Mr. Krabs and he’s a dirty capitalist...”

-You laugh, “Oooh good point. Guess you’ll just have to be Karen, my computer wife.”

-This makes him laugh now and the sound warms your soul

-“I could live with that- I like your last name better anyways.”

-with another kiss, your adventure with the emo baker of your dreams begins

-It may have been Halloween but it sure felt like Christmas to you

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yourultraarchive · 4 years

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PREVIEW OF UPDATES TO COME!!!

Hey so it’s been a while since I posted an update on this thing, but I just did a ton of work so here ya go. (To be honest I lost the motivation to work on more updates after the last time I posted an update... for probably obvious reasons. I mean, real life stuff and pandemic aside. That said, just in case another “misunderstanding” happens... I should probably put a disclaimer or something...)

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Alrighty, on with the news!

tl;dr version:

Same as from last time, text is now editable in-template (preview video just shows a lot more of that)

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There are still bugs in the new features

UI design is hard

Help button is more visible and obvious (but suggestions for improvements are welcome)

UI design is hard

Full update under the readmore because it’s 4am, I’m incredibly tired and loopy, and a lot of it is probably technical rambling. :D Anyway, enjoy!

If you’ve decided to read on... here we go!

So I just spent the past... I dunno, 4 or 5 days straight working on this (it’ll probably be day 5 or 6 by the time this pops out of the queue. I haven’t slept. It’s very unhealthy, don’t do as I do kiddos!) and this monster of an HTML page/program was like... nearly 4000 lines? Maybe 3900? I managed to clean it up some and get it down to 3600 or so lines, and it also helped that taking the long break between the last update and now really helped me get a fresh perspective on how to more efficiently get things done so I was able to cut out some redundant code/features. It’s actually still not done though (lol). There’s... a lot going on. (Both in the code and in the update!)

As you can see from the preview video (which I made because at this point it was easier than giffing... my poor near-decade-old laptop nearly exploded on me, it can barely handle making a 3-minute video...), the text may be editable in-template and the new style bars are in (which is a new feature!! That the old online generator didn’t have!! Made to make your template generating easier! So no more trying to figure out where to place HTML if you don’t know any!), but admittedly the style bars are not 100% functional yet, I still have to work out some bugs (like bolding/italicicizing/etc. not working on multiple lines, though as you can see in the video you CAN style the whole text area or individual words). Also the very essential feature of uploading your own images is still not in, and the personal data section is... not working right now. ^_^;;;

Still, kinda excited about the style bars, which as you can see are slightly different from the last update. (There’s a highlight color when you hover over them now! I figured that’s an easy way to show it’s interactable.) I maintain that UI design is hard though (it took forever to figure out how to translate the original online generator’s input forms into dropdown menus and such), because while I do like the rows of circle buttons and whatnot going on right now I might actually change it again because I’m not a huge fan of how bulky it looks for some of the smaller editable areas (like the hero name, the hero aptitude box, the quote sections... actually the hero name was supposed to have some style buttons for the strikeout effect and a few others too, but I’m still trying to figure out how to fit them).

Not entirely sold on the help box either. Not sure why? I think it’s the red color. Red was a good color for the button, but not the help box. I’ve always kinda felt like “pale yellow” was the color of “help” so this is throwing me off. Is it just me? Red just doesn’t seem friendly or conductive to helping?? And I’m not totally happy with the positioning either. (Not sure I’m liking that it’s just. In the middle of the page like that? Maybe it needs a shadow or a border or something... it just looks a little off somehow to me? Maybe I need to make it bigger/smaller??) On the plus side, though, the help box is much bigger and more obvious than the tool tips from the original generator.

Right, one last thing before I stop rambling: the style bars currently have buttons for small text, bold, italics, underline, and strikethrough. If you wanted any other font features let me know and I’ll take it into consideration! (I thought about adding a “color” section but honestly I’m not entirely sure how I’d do that... or how many people would use it.) Though that being said, I did have to exclude some font effects from certain areas (as you can see in the video)--like, the strikeout style doesn’t even work on the “manga temple” font (I mean, it DOES, but it’s less of a strikeout and more of an underline) so I just didn’t include it on the bar. So stuff like that might happen if the font effect suggestions don’t work out. (Also more buttons contributes to the bulkiness of the style bar...... again, something I’m working out. Gotta find a way to redesign it, uhg...)

Anyway that’s it for now?? I know it doesn’t seem like much on the front-end of stuff, but I’ve got a list of at least a dozen bugs in these new features/UI alone that need fixing (beyond needing to add image uploading to this new UI and re-implementing save data exports, among other non-debugging stuff I need to do) so it’s... kinda a lot, on the back-end. Still, I hope you enjoyed this preview and didn’t mind my rambling too much!

On the issue of the help box and style bar setup, if yall have any suggestions, I welcome and encourage them!

#archivist #updates #video #I'll probably be refreshed and inspired for some of these issues after a good night's rest... but tonight is not that night

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angryinternetduck · 4 years

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Sunflower, Volume Two

Heyyyy this is the second part of the Sunflower Series! This is a little less than 3k words with no warnings I can think of besides a teeny bit of bad language and... some implied drug usage? idk hope you like it lol

part one

Harry stared at the sky, watching the clouds go by.

He saw one that looked like a duck. He laughed. It was very funny. He liked ducks. They were yellow. He liked yellow. Olivia was wearing yellow sunglasses. She was smoking a cigar. He wondered why. Adam was humming something next to him. He liked it. He wondered if he’d heard it before. Maybe it was new. Maybe it’d go on the album.

Ah, the album…

He started humming, too. It was a bit off-key.

Olivia laughed at him.

Harry tried to sit up. The world spun around him. He fell back down. That was okay. He liked grass. It was soft. Kind of. Not really. It was hot. The sun was kind of bright. He kind of wished he had sunglasses.

Oh, he could steal Olivia’s. That would be good.

He tried to sit up again.

He’d forgotten how spinny everything was.

“Write this down,” Harry said suddenly.

Olivia laughed again. It sounded like music. Harry wondered if he could record it and sell it as a song. People would probably buy it. He certainly would. He opened his mouth again. He probably didn’t have a filter. That was okay.

“What am I writing?” Olivia asked.

“Yellow ducky,” Harry said.

“Right,” Olivia said.

A pause.

Harry tried to think.

It didn’t really work.

That was okay.

Olivia’s song was in his head.

Woke up alone in my be-edroom… Talked to - nobody… where were you…

He sang.

“Fell back to sleep, I got drunk by noon. I’ve never felt more -”

Another pause.

He couldn’t think of anything else.

She didn’t say anything.

What were they talking about, again?

Harry tried to look up.

She was sitting in a beach chair, yellow sunglasses pushed up against her hair. She looked thoughtful. “Amazing!” Adam blurted. He burst out laughing. Harry laughed, too. It really was very funny.

“Well,” Olivia said. She cleared her throat. “How ‘bout - I’ve never felt less… good?” Harry thought it was amazing. But she paused. Sighed. “No. Ew.” Another pause, another sigh. “What do you feel right now, boys?”

“Amazing,” Adam said.

“Wonderful,” Harry said.

“One syllable, idiots.”

“Good,” Adam said.

“Not good, Adam.”

Harry grinned. “High.”

Olivia laughed again. “Well.”

“I feel… cool,” Adam said.

A pause.

“Woke up alone in my be-edroom - that needs to change - Talked to… nobody - that too - where were… you… Fell back to sleep… I got drunk by… noon... I’ve never felt less… cool.” She paused. “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, that’s good.”

Harry heard her pen scratching on the paper. He wondered what her handwriting looked like. Was it loopy? He guessed it was loopy. Maybe she dotted her is with hearts. Maybe she crossed her zs like -

“I love it,” Adam declared.

“Me too,” Harry agreed, and he laughed.

Because it really was just very funny.

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A few days later.

They’d gone to the beach, ate at a few more restaurants, seen some pretty sights.

Sarah was making pancakes.

Charlotte was chopping fruit.

Harry was drinking coffee.

Olivia looked excited. She kept looking at Adam.

Finally, she said, “Okay, we have a proposal.”

Harry frowned. “Hm?”

“Chaos,” Olivia said.

Adam nodded. “Charlotte, Harry, Adam, Olivia, Sarah. Chaos.”

A pause.

“Well, thanks,” Sarah said.

Olivia gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Sar.” She blew her a kiss. “Love you.”

Despite himself, Harry wondered when they’d come up with it.

It was about nine in the morning. When did they get up and meet?

Or… did they get up… together…?

Wait a minute. Adam was married.

He frowned. “Chaos,” he echoed.

“M-hmm. Brilliant, innit?” Adam said. “Liva thought of it.”

Olivia grinned, glancing around. “Thoughts?”

Sarah smiled. “Yeah.” She flipped a pancake. “I mean, obviously I should be first, but…”

Adam grinned. “So we’re agreed?” he asked.

“I love it,” Charlotte said.

Sarah laughed. “You only like it ‘cause you’re first.”

She shrugged, grinning. “Well…”

“Right, well, despite the unjust placement of my initial… I like it,” Sarah agreed.

Olivia glanced at Harry. “Harold?”

Harry shrugged. Took a pancake.

“Sure.”

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They went to the beach.

They were there almost all day, messing about and wrecking havoc.

Harry should have been exhausted.

But he couldn’t sleep.

So he walked out into the hallway.

He looked left, expecting to see Olivia.

The porch was empty.

He frowned. Paused.

A bit of piano sounded from his right.

He smelled smoke, to his right.

He walked to the right.

She was sitting at the piano.

Smoking a cigar.

She looked up. Didn’t say anything. Put the cigar on the sheet music tray and played something, slow and soft. Her bare feet were pressed against two of the pedals; soft so she wouldn’t wake up the others and sustain so the notes rang out for just a few more beats.

She was just using her left. A low chord, four times. A lower chord, four more times.

She added in her right. High up. F. Kept going with the left.

Same thing on her right a couple times, and then up, and down.

She stopped. Took off sustain, kept soft on. Did a little riff. Looked up. “Thoughts?”

Harry smiled. Didn’t hesitate. “I love it.”

She smiled back. “Thanks,” she said. She stared at the keys, messing around a bit. Harry walked over, leaned on the piano, took the cigar. Inhale… exhale. “Citrus,” he said. She looked up. Grinned. “I know. I love it.” She leaned in, looked left and right conspiratorially. “Might even like it better than chocolate,” she whispered.

Harry gasped. “Scandalous.”

She giggled. Closed the piano and took the cigar back. “You wanna know just how much I like it?” Harry raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?” She shrugged, dodging as he tried to slip it from her fingers. “I like this cigar so much that I’m not gonna let you bum it.”

“Liv!” Harry gasped. He darted forward, trying to grab it again, and she spun away.

“Come on,” she laughed. “You can have another one.”

Harry followed her through the hallway to her room. Her yellow guitar was in the corner, next leant against the wall beside another in a case covered in stickers. She knelt down, balancing the cigar between her lips, and slid a wooden box from under her bed. “Come here,” she said, leaning against the bed frame.

Harry sat down next to her, and she opened the box.

“Jesus,” Harry muttered. There had to be a hundred cigars inside, each with a different wrapping and brand. “Where’d you get all of these?” he asked, and she shrugged, digging through to the bottom.

“I dunno,” she replied. “I just find them. I mean, at different stores and stuff, you know? And I don’t usually smoke ‘em, but… I dunno, I thought this - retreat - or whatever is as good an occasion as any…” She paused, handing him one. “I’ve been having one, like, every night.”

He took the cigar. She grabbed a lighter from the bedside table. Lit it.

She watched him, her head cocked a bit. She looked a tad sleepy, her eyes tired and soft.

Inhale… exhale.

“Tastes like… coffee.”

He opened his eyes.

She was smiling, watching him almost fondly.

Harry had the sudden urge to kiss her.

But then she blinked, and the smile faded, and she looked away, biting her lip. She stretched a tad bit, and settled down next to him. She lay her head on his shoulder, curling up against him.

“G’night, Harry,” she murmured.

Harry took another puff of the cigar.

“Night, Liv,” he said.

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Harry woke up with a crick in his neck and the taste of coffee but no caffeine.

And no Olivia, either.

He cracked his neck and threw the half-smoked cigar in the bin.

“You’re in hotels a lot, right?” Her voice was muffled. She was talking weird.

He looked up. “Huh?”

She came out of the bathroom, mouth full of toothpaste and yellow toothbrush in her hand. “You stay in a lot of hotels, right?” she asked, and Harry nodded. “Yeah. Why?” She held up a finger. Disappeared into the bathroom, came out minus the toothpaste and brush.

She grabbed her guitar.

She picked out the notes. Mouthed out the counts and sang, “Woke up alone in this hotel room… Talked to nobody, where were… you… Fell back asleep, I got drunk by noon… I’ve never felt less cool.”

She clapped her hand against the strings to stop them and looked up. “Thoughts?”

Harry grinned. “Brilliant,” he said.

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Harry sighed, rifling through his notebooks yet again.

He really needed to come up with some sort of system for all of this.

“What’re you looking for?” Olivia asked from the doorway.

“I need… I did a - there’s this song,” Harry muttered. “That I - I started…” He looked up. “The one I gave you when you auditioned, remember? I can’t - I can’t remember where I put the bloody thing…”

“It was in a red one,” Olivia said.

Harry sighed again. Picked out four red notebooks. Handed her two.

“See if you can find it. Was in the back, wasn’t it?”

She nodded. Flipped through.

Harry did the same.

Nothing in the first one…

Ah. The second one. “Got it,” he said. He stood up, and Olivia tossed the two notebooks back into the pile. “I’ll clean it up later,” he murmured. Olivia shrugged, and they walked to the other room.

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“It’s nonsense,” Harry repeated.

“It’s brilliant!” Sarah exclaimed. She started the beat, and Olivia did the openings, and Adam plucked out a few notes, and Harry sighed. “There aren’t any bloody lyrics!” he shouted over the noise.

“I’m kinda into it!” Olivia laughed.

“For fuck’s - you lot are driving me crazy.”

“What do you have?” Charlotte yelled. “It’s none of your business?”

Olivia grinned. “It’s none of your, it’s none of your -”

“It’s none of your business!” she chorused with Sarah and Charlotte.

“We’re driving you crazy,” Olivia yelled, “but I’m in to it, but I’m in to it -”

Sarah did a little riff, and they all quieted down.

“Thank you,” Harry breathed. “Right, so tell me what you think.” He cleared his throat.

“She smoked away a little pack of cigarettes” - Olivia did the two chords - “hard whiskey paired with a bit of craziness” - the other two chords - “and all the boys they were saying they were into it - such a pretty face - on a pretty neck...”

“She’s driving me crazy,” Olivia sang, strumming randomly, but Harry frowned. “Well… that actually works.” He picked up a pencil. “Such a pretty face - on a pretty neck - she’s driving me crazy… Yeah. Right, and then… It's New York, baby, always packed up - Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always packed up - After hours, she goes home to a cactus - in a black dress, she's such a bad bitch -”

“She’s driving me crazy,” they all sang. “But I’m into it, but I’m into it.”

“She sits beside me like a silhouette - hard candy dripping on me ‘til my feet are wet… And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it” - Olivia grinned, added a, “Cha-ching” - “It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this… And… that’s it.”

Adam picked a few notes. “I don’t like a little pack of cigarettes.”

“Why not?”

“I dunno. It just doesn’t…”

Olivia played the chords. “She worked her way through a - a cheap pack of cigarettes.”

“It’s smoked away,” Harry said, and Olivia shrugged. “I know. But - cheap pack?”

“Gotta be two syllables.”

“Seemed to fit there,” Sarah said.

“Right,” Harry murmured, erasing smoked away. “‘Cause you added her. Yeah, she worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes - such a pretty face - yeah. Yeah, that works.” He looked up. “Anything else?”

“Bad bitch?” Charlotte asked.

Harry shrugged. “I dunno.”

“Actress,” Adam said.

Olivia played it again. “In a black dress, she's such an actress - I like that better. And… uh… hard whiskey’s awkward.” Harry frowned. “What’dya mean, awkward?” She shrugged. “Too specific. And paired doesn’t work, either.”

“Christ, woman.”

She grinned. “She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes - hard liquor mixed with a bit of -” She made a face. “Craziness,” she murmured. “Intellect,” Sarah suggested. Olivia nodded. “Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect. Yeah, that’s good.”

“What does packed up mean?” Charlotte asked.

Harry used the pencil rubber to scratch his neck. “Well… I needed something to rhyme with backed up.” Sarah did a drum roll. “Jacked up,” she said. “New York’s bloody expensive.” Olivia laughed and Harry cracked a grin and wrote it down.

Olivia strummed a few notes and asked, “Uhhh… What was that beginning part? After hours?” Harry nodded. “Right, yeah I’m… not too sure on that one.” Olivia bit her lip. “You need another syllable in there. After hours she goes home to a cactus - it’s just a little awkward. How ‘bout…” She faded off.

Harry cleared his throat. “When she goes home -”

“She goes home to a cactus?” Adam finished for him.

“When she’s… alone,” Charlotte said.

“When she’s alone she goes home to a cactus - in a black dress -” Olivia nodded. “Nice.”

Harry wrote it down. “Wonderful.”

Sarah started the beat again. Everybody came in.

Harry cleared his throat and sang.

“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes…”

They went through without a hitch.

He clapped his hands as Olivia played the last couple of chords.

“Kiwi!” he shouted.

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A few days later.

Harry couldn’t sleep.

If he strained, he could hear soft piano music coming from the other room.

So he stood up. Stretched. Walked to the music.

Olivia was sitting at the piano. Her eyes were closed, a cigar between her lips.

“Hullo,” he said.

She opened her eyes. “Heya,” she said.

He leaned on the piano. “Can’t sleep,” he said.

“Me neither.”

“What’s this?” Harry asked, tapping the top of the piano. “Sounds familiar.”

“Moonlight Sonata.”

“‘S pretty.”

“Mhmm.”

She stopped playing abruptly, stood up, handed him the cigar. “What d’you taste?” she asked, walking away. Harry followed her into the kitchen and leant against the counter. Inhale… exhale. He frowned. “I dunno. Caramel, kind of. Not really.”

“Maple syrup,” she said.

Inhale… exhale.

Harry smiled. “Yeah,” he said. “Maple syrup.”

Olivia opened the fridge doors. Sighed. It was empty. “I’m hungry,” she murmured. Harry waved the cigar in the general direction of the cupboards. “There’re skittles in there,” he said, and she perked up. Shut the fridge, rooted through the cabinet.

“Gotcha,” she said, and she leaned against the opposite counter.

“So,” she said, studying him as she popped a few skittles into her mouth. “Mr. Styles.”

Harry smiled. Breathed a puff of smoke. “Miss Robinson.”

She kept serious for about a second before she giggled, stepping over to stand next to him and holding the bag of skittles towards him. “I’m kidding,” she said, stealing the cigar as he took a few skittles. “I’m bored. Tell me something.”

“I dunno, Liv.”

“How boring of you, Harold.” She exhaled strangely, trying to make a smoke ring.

“You tell me something, Liv.”

“Like what?”

Harry took another skittle and held it up, inspecting it. It was green. “Favorite color?”

“Yellow. Yours?”

“I dunno,” Harry hummed, popping the skittle in his mouth. “Blue? Orange?”

Olivia’s nose wrinkled. “Orange?” she echoed incredulously, and Harry scoffed. “What, got something against orange, have you?” Olivia laughed, shaking her head. “It’s just… obnoxious.”

Harry raised a brow. “So is yellow!

“Yeah, but it’s a happy obnoxious. Orange is just obnoxious.”

“Happy obnoxious,” Harry echoed in a laugh. “Ridiculous.”

Olivia grinned. “You know it’s true.”

“Alright, alright. Agree to disagree. Movie?”

“The Little Mermaid.”

Harry smiled.

“And yours?” she asked.

“Love Actually.”

She laughed, like music, and shook her head. “You sap.”

“Hey, the movie’s bloody brilliant. You ever see it?”

Olivia shook her head again. Looked up. Her eyes seemed a bit sleepy, more brown than green or blue in the dark. She looked soft, haloed just a bit by the moonlight through the window, and Harry had the sudden urge to kiss her.

She smiled. “No, I haven’t. Maybe we should watch it sometime.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Think so?”

“Mhm,” she murmured, her eyes flicking to his lips.

Harry felt himself lean in, and he was so close, so, so close, almost touching, and then -

“I should sleep,” Olivia whispered.

She stood up, the bag of Skittles forgotten on the counter, and left the room.

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tell me:

1. if you like skittles or m&ms better 2. your favorite movie 3. if you can tell what song Olivia was playing on the piano or! tell me anything!!! feedback is always much appreciated!!!

oh and here’s the link to Sunflower’s masterlist, Fine Line: Side A, and my full masterlist :)

part three

#skittles #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles story #love actually #idk #sunflower #sunflower vol 6 #kiwi

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cha-ching-chengcheng · 6 years

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Tulips | Lin Yanjun

3 weeks in the hospital sounded awful until you found out your new doctor’s a hot guy with a passion for bad puns

Request: (hi! can i request a yanjun au where he’s a doctor and the reader is in the hospital where he works because they’re recovering from surgery and he like comes to check on them a lot and tends to flirt a little ? i hope this makes sense!! thanks <3)

Note: I got so carried away with this lol, get ready for a hella long post with lottssss of cheesy lines

Hospitals

They’re awful

They always smell like cleaning supplies and not even the good ones

And the vending machines only have those weird jalapeno cheetos and like a snickers bar

This is why, a week ago, you had dreaded your surgery

Recovery time is 3 weeks and you are not excited about having to stay here for nearly a month

Now only on Day 2, you wish you’d never injured your foot in the first place

The only good food they have at the hospital is pizza but you can’t live off of mediocre hospital pizza for another 19 (and a half) days

You sigh, looking around your hospital room

You’re lucky enough to get your own room, but the view from the window on the far right wall sucks

It just shows another division of the building: basically just bricks

You’re already tired of being on your phone, you forgot to bring any books, and the TV’s broken

So you basically have nothing to do but stare into space

Of course, you could wander around the hospital halls, but in order to do that, you’d have to get a wheelchair and it seems like too much work to call a nurse and have them get you one

So you just sit in your bed, staring at the walls

After a few minutes of getting of lost in your thoughts, someone walks into the room

You look over to see a handsome boy about your age in one of those white doctor coats walking to the foot of your bed

He picks up the little clipboard thing and flips through the pages

You can’t help but stare at him

He’s too young to be a doctor, right?

Then why is he dressed like one?

“Y/n?” He asks, you nod. “Your doctor had to fill in for someone in radiology, so I’m your new temporary doctor. I’m Doctor Lin”

He smiles and you’re just like whoa

Those dimples

“O-okay.” You try to smile back, but your face has forgotten how to work properly “Hi” You add, waving at him.

You immediately put your hand down, what the hell are you doing? Why are you waving at him????

You try to regain your composure as he lets out a small laugh, returning the wave

He checks the clipboard one more time before placing it back

Then he sits down at the foot of the bed

And you’re like wHOA OKAY

“So, y/n, how exactly did you injure your foot in the first place?”

“Let’s just say I’m clumsy” You can’t help but sigh, remembering you still have 19 days left

“What’s with the long face?” He asks

You look up in surprise, not realizing your somber expression had returned

“It’s nothing, I just…” you look around the room “I don’t know what to do here. I’ve got 19 days left and I’m not the type to just sit around.”

He nods sympathetically

Then his face lights up

“Oh, hey, I’ve got an idea.” He smiles “Well, it won’t exactly solve everything but it’s bound to make you happy right now.”

You wait for him to continue

He clears his throat, sitting up straight

What exactly is he planning????

“You must be a banana.” He pauses, looking at you with a straight face

You just look at him really confused

“Because I find you a peeling”

You try not to laugh but like

The way he said it was so adorable

He smiles proudly at you

“See? It made you smile.”

“Thanks.” A light blush sprinkles onto your cheeks

Suddenly, the pager attached to his coat pocket beeps

He looks down at it and pouts just slightly

You try not to swoon

“Looks like I gotta go to the ER. I’ll see you later, okay?” He gets up as you nod

Around dinnertime, a nurse comes into your room and delivers a tray

It’s different though, there’s a neon green sticky note on it

And it actually looks appetizing

On the tray, there’s a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of chicken noodle soup

The green sticky note is placed right by the grilled cheese

In loopy handwriting it says

‘I hope you don’t find this cheesy, but I think you’re really grate. -Doctor Lin’

Oh my god

This boy

WHY IS HE SO CUTE

The next day, you wake up to a cup of coffee sitting on the side table by your bed

There’s another neon green sticky note on the cup

This one reads,

‘It’s not as sweet as me, but I think you’ll still like it. -Doctor Lin’

Later that day, he comes to visit you

And this boy, I swear

The first words out of his mouth are

“How was the coffee?”

“Good.” You smile, feeling your cheeks warm up just by looking at him

You’re surprised to see relief wash over his face

“Okay, good, I wasn’t sure what to get you.” He smiles shyly, reaching up to touch the back of his neck

Goddamn

He’s so

God-like

The next week is amazing

He keeps sending you puns and pick-up lines everyday and you two have gotten pretty close considering you’ve only known each other for a little over 7 seven days

Just last night, he had stayed with you till 11:30 in the morning

And you guys had just talked

You found out you had the same taste in music and that he’s single

You talked about anything and everything

That’s why this morning, you’re literally glowing

You had woken up to a pineapple smoothie on the side table next to your bed

The sticky note attached to it said

‘If you were a fruit, you’d be a fineapple -Yanjun’

Yeah you guys are so close now, you call each other by your first names

Holy shit

Even thinking about that note makes you a smiley puddle of sunshine

A little around 11, Yanjun comes into your room with A BoUQUEt OF floWErS

They’re sunflowers

How convenient

“Hey.” He greets you

“Hey.” You reply

It’s now become a routine where he sits at the foot of your bed and this time’s no exception

He hands you the flowers

“What’s this?” You ask, trying to sound casual

“I was passing by that flower shop down the street, y’know, and those kinda reminded me of you, so...”

“Thank you”

Cue puddle

“It was nothing” He says

As the days went on, you guys talked more and more

He would stay later and later at night, finding more things to talk about with you

One night he actually fell asleep

He was sitting in a chair, scooted as close as he could to your bed

Somehow his head ended up resting on your thigh and soon after he was fast asleep

You didn’t want to bother him though, so you just let him be; you fell asleep as well

The next morning he wasn’t there when you woke up

And now it’s your last day at the hospital

Tomorrow morning, you’ll be able to leave

Though somehow you’re not as happy as you thought you’d be

The sun’s shining brightly through your window, it looks like a beautiful day outside

You could probably crutch your way over to the window if you wanted

You start to sit up right as Yanjun walks in

You gingerly swing your legs over the side of the bed, reaching for your crutches

Yanjun hurries over to you, handing you the crutches and helping you stand up

“Where are you planning on going, gorgeous?” Yanjun flashes his signature smile

“Just outside.” You smile but it quickly fades as you remember what day it is

“What’s wrong?” He asks

“I just…” You think for a moment trying to formulate the perfect way to say you’ve fallen for your doctor

But that’s a little weird isn’t it?

“It’s nothing.” You say, crutching to the door

“Can I come with you?”

“Sure.” You smile back at him

You might as well enjoy this while it lasts

You guys end up going to this cute garden on the outskirts of the hospital grounds

Apparently only a few people know about this place, Yanjun said it’s because it’s secluded by a row of trees that obscure it from general view

You two are sitting on a bench in the middle of the whole garden, admiring the various flowers around you

A few birds chirp up in the trees

You can hear the faint sound of cars every few seconds

It’s honestly a very serene moment

You stay like that for several minutes

Just breathing and listening

Then Yanjun speaks

“They say Disneyland is the happiest place on Earth. Well, apparently no one has ever been next to you.”

He looks over at you with this somehow adorable smirk

You’re trying so hard not to freak out omg

You’re just smiling calmly, refusing to take your eyes off the flowers

Suddenly, Yanjun gets up and takes a purple tulip from the garden

He walks back to you and says

“This tulip’s pretty great, but I think your two lips are better.”

Okay

oKAY

What the hell just happened????

Your mind is currently on overdrive

Holy shit

What???

WHAT????

He hands you the tulip

“Okay, look,” Yanjun sits down next you again. “I know this is crazy, but I…” He looks at the flowers, searching for the right words

“I think I like you. A lot.”

WHOA OKAY

YOU WERE STARTING TO THINK SO BUT NOW YOU KNOW

YOU REALLY KNOW

“So just,” he continues. “Tell me if you like me too. Because I would literally give anything to be able to call you mine.”

You’re blushing so hard right now omg

“That was really cheesy.” You try to say without turning into a giggly mess

“That was.” He laughs. “But I’m serious.”

You finally look into his eyes for the first time today

Holy cannoli they’re so pretty

“I like you too, Yanjun.”

And he looks so damn happy right now omg

You just made this boy’s day

Nah, you made this boy’s year

-Alison

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