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avintagekiss24 · 3 years

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—belated; bucky barnes

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x black!reader

word count: 4738

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, sex, rough sex, anal sex, biting kink, choking kink, spanking, pain kink, vaginal fingering, mean bucky (my fave), ring kink cuz i love it when boys wear rings

squares filled: @buckybarnesbingo Y3: Birthdays ; @badthingshappenbingo Biting ; @star-spangled-bingo N1: Taking Charge

request: bucky barnes + "pay attention to me or i'll make you" + anal + choking + spanking + biting + pain

author note: it's been foreverrrrr! i'm so sorry! i had to work myself through a little slump! hopefully this makes up for the almost two months we've gone without a fic! this is story #2 for my 5k celebration, all fics will be tagged #5k...holy god. this was formatted in the beta text post editor on desktop, if anything looks weird, that's why :)

gif by @pedropcl ; line divider by @firefly-graphics

James Buchanan Barnes is possessive.

One of those massive hands around the back of your neck as you walk casually through the streets. Fingers wrapped around your wrist, or shoulder, or hip in a tight grip. He pulls you in close— right into his side as shopping bags hang from the tips of his metal fingers.

Bucky Barnes wants every man on the streets of Greece to know that you are his.

Not that you mind; quite the contrary. You just smile and giggle when he throws his heavy arm around your shoulders and hooks the crease of his arm right underneath your chin. Slip your hand into the back pocket of his loose dark jeans (giving that little tush of his a squeeze). Slink your arm around his little waist and breathe in his scent— heavy and woodsy— as the two of you stroll.

After all, he’s just as much yours as you are his.

All of his friends, Sam, Steve, Clint, all see the change in him. The little soft spot for you that blinds him entirely— turns him in a mushy puddle of emotions and puppies and rainbows. Very different from the Bucky they grew up with, but a Bucky that the three of them have come to enjoy. It’s a change of pace from the enforcer they know.

The two of you don’t talk about his work— in fact, it’s the reason why you’re in Greece to begin with. A late birthday present to make up for the fact that his “work” just happened to be the waiter at the restaurant he chose to take you to for your thirty second birthday. Come on babe, he chuckled as you scowled back at him over the rim of your wine glass, watching as he stained his white napkin red with his bloody knuckles, you know what they say, kill two birds with one stone… not funny?

Two weeks, two nonrefundable, open ended tickets, and five grand in bikinis, shorts, and shoes later, you’re getting some much needed Greek sun on your deep brown skin.

He’s even letting you call the shots for a change. Letting you wake him up at the ass crack of dawn to have breakfast— a spread of breads, cheeses and fruits on the balcony of your room as the sun rises. He doesn’t say a word as you drag him through the city, stopping at each little boutique and shoe store. Sits patiently as you try on every dress, every skirt, and every silk top in the entire country it seems.

Bucky even bit his lip as you gazed at engagement rings— hinting that princess cut is your favorite as you held your hand up into the natural sunlight as one adored your finger. Smiling over at him and wiggling your eyebrows all the while as he narrowed his eyes and plastered a fake smile on his face.

Today has been like all the others, a lazy day spent on the beach, a quick nap underneath an umbrella, a concoction of too much sun and too many margaritas going straight to your head. Now, you’re kinda sleepy and kinda drunk, but most importantly hungry— and Mykonos sounds like a great place for dinner. Despite Bucky’s objections (you’re too tired and too drunk to handle a ferry), you’re dressed in a cute little flowery sundress, him in an out-of-character white tank top, open pale blue and green striped button down and khaki chinos— you forbade him from bringing anything black— and you’re flip flops are slapping against the cobblestone street towards the ferry.

“Drop your attitude,” You say, glancing over your shoulder as he pays for your tickets, “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, that excuse is wearing thin, girl.” You stumble a little with the motion of the ferry as you step onto it, having to grab onto the railing to steady yourself before Bucky grabs hold of your wrist, “Water only for the rest of the night.”

His voice is low and borderline threatening as he presses his lips right against your ear, and you know not to press him any further. You like to stick your toes right up against his line and that’s what irritates him most about you (always what he loves most), but you and he both know you’d never dare cross it.

Bucky pulls you behind him, hand around your wrist, that possessive trait rearing its head as male eyes fall on you as the two of you pass by. He finds an empty spot, away from the crowd, and plops down on the bench as you step up on the lower rung of the railing and stare out over the sea.

Within twenty or thirty minutes, the ferry pulls away from the dock and you can’t wipe the smile from your face. The sun sets off in the distance, the bright lights of the city turning into little pinpoints. Small droplets of the cool, salty water splashes up in your face as the wind and the ferry whips it up. You keep glancing down at the phone in your hand as you broadcast your current view to your instagram, laughing softly as hearts and emojis explode on your screen.

You lean forward, tilting your phone and smiling wide, waving into the camera before you shout out how much you love it here. The words are barely out of your mouth before an arm wraps around your middle, a wide, hard chest pressed into your back, “That’s enough,” he reaches with his metal arm, grabbing your phone, ending your live feed, “You’re too drunk to be hanging off the side like that.”

“I am not,” you struggle against him lightly as he sets you on your feet, “What is your problem?”

“I’m annoyed.”

“Well, duh. Why?”

He slips your phone into his pocket and crosses his arms over his chest, sharp blue eyes piercing into yours, “Pay attention to me,” he says low, eyes dropping down your body real slow as he drags his bottom lip between his teeth, “Or I’ll make you.”

So that’s what it’s about. Bucky Barnes feels neglected between all the shopping and beach days and margaritas. Jealousy is cute on him.

The words though, they strike you right to your core— feel them down to your bones. A hard swallow pushes through your throat as your lips part, big brown eyes softening as your breath starts to rush a little harder. You hate to admit— not really— you love this Bucky. This is work Bucky, a man you rarely get to see. Slightly scary, anger brimming just below the surface. Jaw tight, eyes hard, head tilted just a bit. He’s menacing, and it makes your lips twitch into a small smile.

Shrugging defiantly, you cross your arms over your chest, “You didn’t pay much attention to me on my birthday.”

“Not true.”

“Not true?” you nearly shout, eyes going wide, “I ate alone while you beat the hell outta our waiter behind the building! I had to wait two hours for my slice of cake!”

“How is that my fault?”

You scoff, “Oh, I dunno, maybe because our waiter was spitting out his teeth in the alley out back— all thanks to you.”

“I have to work. You know that.”

“Not,” you hiss, “On my fucking birthday.”

He knows he’s wrong for that shit, so he stands there, huffing quick before he cocks his head again and just blinks back at you— unamused. He won’t apologize, it’s just not in his nature, but his usual attempts to make you happy after he’s fucked up aren’t working; so he’s at a loss.

And you’re enjoying that. A little too much if you ask him.

But alas, it’s not fun to fight on vacation, and you have taken far too many liberties when it comes to his tolerance for attitude. It’s been fun— and you’re just drunk enough to push him one last time.

You move slow, walking right up to him, so close that each inhale pushes your tits into his body. The smirk quirked up on your lips grows as you peer up at him, eyes bouncing between his as you place your hands on his forearms still crossed over his chest.

Bucky lifts his eyebrow as you push up on your tiptoes and push your chin forward to bring your lips close to his, “And just how are you gonna make me pay attention to you, James?”

He inhales deep, pushes it out real slow as he tilts his head even further. A smile spreads on his face and you just know that this is the last thing his work sees before he rearranges the bones of their face. This is exactly why his clients pay him as well as they do.

Thick fingers are wrapped around your wrist again, nails digging into your skin as he starts to pull you behind him. He weaves you through bodies, you nearly having to jog to keep up with his strides. Laughter bubbles up in your chest, a little shriek escaping as he pulls you down some stairs to the lower level of the ferry. Once your feet hit the last step, Bucky whips you around his body, sending you spinning and laughing until you bounce into an old, rusty metal barrel.

The smell of salt fills your nose and lungs as you inhale, covering your face with your hands. Your skin is hot, lips slightly numb as you dissolve into laughter again. He’s right, you’re a little too drunk for this.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be down here.” You mumble, brushing your wild hair out of your face.

“I could give a fuck,” he answers, stepping up to you, grabbing your face in his hands, “You’ve been testing me the entire time we’ve been here all over some stupid shit.”

Another giggle pushes through your lips as you bat your eyes, “I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky sucks his teeth as he drops his metal hand around your throat and squeezes gently, the rings on his fingers cool against your skin, “I was stupid, okay? But don’t put on that little innocent act, girl. You’re trying me, and I’ve had enough.”

A smile cracks onto your face, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You wrap both hands around his one wrist and slip them up his arm, feeling the soft metal as you continue to goad him, “You got some proof, big man?”

The tip of his black and gold thumb prods at your lip, pushes just inside. You wrap your tongue around it and suck gently, keeping your eyes on his all the while.

Bucky laughs, deep and earnestly, “Proof, she says. She needs proof.” He glances around before he spins you quick, facing you away from him as he lifts your dress to reveal your pink satin thong.

You squeal loud, pushing and slapping at his hand as he grabs a handful of your ass, “Bucky! There’s people!” you laugh, “Oh my god!”

“Keep your voice down,” he warns, wrapping his metal fingers around your throat again, “Understand?”

A jolt of electricity flashes through you as you wiggle in his grasp. He tightens his grip around your neck as you wrap your fingers around the edge of the barrel, swallowing hard.

“That requires an answer, honey.”

The chill in his voice, added with the slow circles and soft tickles of fingertips against the back of your naked thigh sends a pang through your belly, “I understand.”

He chuckles soft and with a quick peck on the cheek whispers, “Good girl.”

Bucky curls his left arm around your chest, hooking your chin in the crease of his arm as he grips your right shoulder. You grab on to it with both hands, out of instinct, eyes wide and skirting around for any signs of other human presence down here. Bucky turns, moving you with him to eye the steps quickly again before that flesh hand sweeps around to the front.

The soft material of your dress falls over his hand as he rubs your stomach— his rings catching and snagging your skin. That hand pushes downward, over your thighs, gripping and kneading the soft flesh before he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it upward, exposing those expensive panties again.

“Bucky,” you hum, his name trembling on your lips with the vibrations of your excitement, “Baby.”

He rucks your dress right up— right up around your waist and pulls the slack behind you, pressing his body into yours to keep it in place. The dark stubble adorning his cheeks and chin cuts into the side of your face as he nuzzles in, humming to himself soft before he kisses the corner of your mouth.

Those fingertips start to trace the hem of your thong— slowly. Back and forth, back and forth. From hip to hip. Your eyes flutter. Fingers grip the soft black metal of his arm a little harder. Legs go to jelly as another hard swallow passes through your throat.

“Ain’t got all that mouth now, do you?” He whispers, fingers slipping just inside the silk of your panties to tease the delicate skin underneath.

When he slips his hand in— all the way in— cupping hot skin, fingers dancing between folds and teasing a wet slit, an influx of air fills your lungs. A gasp, small and clipped sounds in the back of your throat as his fingers start a rhythm. You melt into him, head resting on his shoulder as your hips push forward to meet greedy fingers.

A naughty finger pushes in quick, and then a second— all the way to the black and silver rings dressed on them. His arm tightens around your neck as he presses his lips right against your ear, “You need to apologize.”

He fucks his fingers into you, withdrawing slow, and then pushing back in— each time the edges of his rings stopping him from going deeper. You can’t help but purr as you continue to grip his arm with both of your hands.

“I don’t think—“

“All I want to hear,” his words clip yours, each one slow and drawn and deep, “Is I’m sorry for testing your patience. I won’t do it again.” He curls his fingers, the pads stroking that sweet little spongey spot, making you clamp your legs closed around his hand, “Let me hear you.”

You can’t. You won’t. Too stubborn and too drunk to give in to him, wanting to win just this once.

If there’s one thing James Buchanan Barnes does not like, it’s hesitation. It’s dangerous, he always says. You think too long, you get hurt. Predators don’t hesitate.

Well, you like being his prey.

Only a few seconds pass before Bucky tuts in your ear, seemingly disappointed in your obstinate behavior, but you both know it’s just the opposite. His cock pressing into your ass tells you so.

The fingers disappear. The arm choking you just right pulls away and your dress falls back around the middle of your thighs. You huff, wiping quick at your forehead and pushing your wild, curly hair out of your face again.

Your hands find your hips in irritation but he slaps them away quick as he sucks his teeth, “You must really want this spanking, girl. Keep it up.”

That you do— keep it up. Huffing again. Crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child. Brown eyes cut back at him over your shoulder to find sharp blues already on you. A smirk on his face.

Metal fingers curl around the back of your neck, pushing you forward gently until your thighs press against the old metal barrel again.

“Lean forward, kitten.”

Voice as smooth as silk while you do so, gripping the rusted edges for balance. Your dress is yanked up again— rough this time— and twisted around his Vibranium hand. Then there’s warm, the warmth of skin against yours. Gentle brushes of fingers and a palm rubbing slow circles, then pinching and grabbing soft— prepping your skin for what’s to come.

He pauses for just a second, no doubt to scan your surroundings and then pulls his hand away. You lung forward with the slap he levels to your behind within a fraction of a second— the sound sharp and heavy.

There’s another, and then a third in quick succession before he’s massaging your skin again. Real soft and sweet. Tears burn at the back of your eyes at the sting that radiates through, all the way to your bones but the molten heat deep in your belly spreads like a fire. Each breath is hard and shaky, heart thumping against your chest but it’s so good.

Bucky switches to the other cheek, skilled fingers sweeping over your canvas of skin before he cracks you— one, two, three.

You squeal with each one. The thud of those heavy rings around his fingers send a quick, new shockwave every time, building on the one before it. The tips of your fingers go red from holding on to the rusty old barrel as tight as you are, but your brain? She’s fuzzy and warm, and drifting up into the clouds with each swift slap.

Bucky is a methodical man. Three for the right cheek, three for the left, three right in the middle. His hand sneaks around your hip, giving it a squeeze before it comes back around and drops to the inside of your thigh. Grabs the meat of it— digs his fingernails in just to hear you yelp. Cups your cunt in his palm, feeling the heat and the wet— makes him groan all low and dirty.

He bunches your hair in his hand, tugs you up by it. Spins you around to face him before hoisting you up and settling you on top of the barrel.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you?” He growls, ripping at the button and zipper of his jeans.

You just hum in response, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your arms over his shoulders.

Bucky grabs your chin, forcing it up before he squeezes your cheeks, “Huh? Answer me.”

Damp eyelashes flutter as hot air escapes from parted, hot lips. He leans in real close, cock pushing right at your slit and kisses you hard as he slips his arm around your waist. He breaks away quick, sloppy and loud before pecking your lips once, twice, three times again.

“You want me to fuck you, girl?”

The weight of his words are felt right down to your core, a shiver passing between the two of you. You let your heavy head fall back and your eyes close as Bucky nuzzles into the side of your face, his pretty white teeth skipping along your neck, nipping and nibbling.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper after mere seconds, finally submitting in this cat and mouse game, “Bucky, please.”

That’s all he needs— all he wants. For you to submit, after letting you have the reins for one day too long. He sinks into you slow, spreading you open with each inch, biting down into the side of your neck as he bottoms out. His teeth dig in a little deeper, a little harder as he starts to move, rocking back and forth almost succinct with the waves of the water.

You’re moving with him too, meeting each of his thrusts with your hips. You keep your legs tight around his waist, feet dangling and bouncing against the back of his thighs. A trail of hot kisses are pressed along your neck and down your shoulder before traipsing back up— teeth grazing along your jaw.

Long fingers skip up your side and between your bouncing tits to only wrap around your neck again. They squeeze, gently, as his pace starts to pick up, hips shoving harder and faster— that old barrel starting to scrape against the wood floor.

The force makes you louder, moaning with abandon as if the two of you are all alone on this little ferry. Bucky makes quick work of you, shoving metal fingers into your mouth— giving you something to suck on to keep you quiet.

“That’s a good girl.” he growls, voice gritty and low.

He’s punishing after that. Each snap of his hips thrusting you backward, the barrel you’re on top of tipping back and then slapping down on the floor. You yelp with each one, your mouth going slack around his digits as your hands fall to the edges of the barrel for some semblance of balance.

It’s obscene, the way you can hear your fuck. The wet of your cunt. The squeak of his cock plunging into tight, slick muscles. The heavy thud of his hips pounding into yours. The slap of your flip flops falling to the wood floor as he’s quite literally fucked them right off of your feet. It’s filthy— crude— and so very Bucky.

You’re back on your feet before you know it— before you realize it. Spun back around, Bucky’s hard chest and stomach pressed into your back. He grabs both of your hands and places them back on the barrel, his metal hand staying on top of yours, fingers gripping fingers.

Eager hips wiggle back into his as you hiss and sink your teeth into your bottom lip, groaning low. Your head drops when you feel his cock push through your ass cheeks— wet cockhead pressing against your hot rim.

He starts to fumble around behind you, each passing second making you more and more impatient. There’s a soft click, and then a light suction sound— something squeezing.

“Bucky,” you hiss, pushing back into him again, “Hur—”

The word breaks off right in the middle as he levels a quick smack against your hip— a warning. Then your ass cheeks are pulled apart, wet, slimy fingers sliding and prodding at your quivering rim. He brushes slow strokes, circling, pressing his fingers gently as he preps your little hole for what’s to come.

“What kind of freak brings lube to dinner?” you smile, gasping as he pinches the inside of your thigh.

You lurch forward when he grabs the back of your neck and yanks you back into him, lips right against your cheek, “The kinda freak that was gonna fuck you in an alley after dinner. Now shut that mouth.”

He’s pressing again, this time harder, his cockhead popping into you with force. You grunt with the initial intrusion, Bucky stopping his assault to allow you time to adjust to him— but that doesn’t last long. Your mouth goes slack again. Eyes slam shut, head falls forward as he slips in, deeper and deeper and deeper until his stomach is flush with your ass.

He wiggles— so you can feel him, feel him tickling the deepest part of you. Slaps at your ass again, quick, fingers glancing off your skin and leaving behind a hell of a sting. Then he’s fucking you again, slower this time, savoring the tight, glove-like hold your body provides.

Metal fingers grab at the hem of your dress again, tugging it up before they push back into your panties, finding a swollen, hot nub. Pinching and rubbing smooth circles against it, flicking and thrashing at the bundle of nerves before he shoves his fingers back into your cunt. They curl, those fingers, and pet your insides with surgical precision— only James Buchanan Barnes knows how to fuck you like this.

The heel of his palm slams against your clit as he fingers you rough and fucks your ass with gusto. Sleazy sounds gurgle up in your throat, the slapping of skin and the waves crashing against the side of the ferry, the rush of the wind filling your ears. Bucky pulls you flush against him and slithers his tongue just beneath your ear before his teeth grab a hold, tugging soft.

Teeth keep nipping— along your jaw, your cheeks, ears, neck. He fucks into you hard as he shoves his flesh hand into the neckline of your dress, gripping your tits. Pinching and kneading hard, thick nipples, mumbling sweet nothings all the while.

Your stomach churns, muscles tensing and flexing as synapses start to fire off in quick succession. Quick goosebumps pop up along your skin as your stomach tightens and you can taste it it’s so close. Bucky knows it, feels it as your walls constrict around his fingers, your asshole tightening around him. Vibranium fingers keep rubbing, keep fucking into your pussy hard, palm slapping against your clit, adding more and more pressure until the coil snaps.

It’s hard, and sudden— your body freezing as your orgasm consumes you. Bucky clamps a wet hand over your mouth as you mewl and bite into his palm, your hips thrusting forward with each wave of your release. He pulls his fingers from you to slap at your jumping clit, pressing the pads into it before he rubs quick little circles and then slaps at it again.

He drops his hand to your chin, yanking it up as you nearly cry, mewling and trembling with your release to kiss you hard and sloppy as you come. He kneads your tits with his mammoth hand as aftershocks flash through you, your used body jerking at random. Within seconds, there's a cloud of warmth in your ass. Rough grunts in your ear, growing louder with each spurt of his cock, your hot muscles milking him.

You let him use you, let him fill you up full of his silk. Grab his hands and lace your fingers with his as he empties long ribbons in you. Pull his arms around your waist and hold them there as he rides it out, his head falling to your shoulder. The two of you stand there, resting against that old barrel, breathing hard, skin sticky and balmy. Salt from the ocean in your nose.

Bucky’s the first to pull away, glancing back at the stairs before he pulls himself gingerly from you, leaving your body empty, a dribble of his come slipping out with him. He catches it with his fingers, drags them up the back of your thigh and between your ass cheeks before he shrugs out of his collared shirt and white tank top.

He cleans you up sweet with the tank top. Keeps his arm around your waist to steady you as he wipes at your thighs and your hot, sticky, puffy cunt, shushing you soft when you jump and whimper at the contact. He flings the messy tank top over the side of the ferry and rubs your hips and stomach real slow, murmuring into your ear all the while.

Diligent fingers then rearrange your thong— and cop a little feel, cupping your sensitive, swollen sex, giving it a little pinch so he can laugh when you shiver and squeak. Bucky pulls your dress, tugging lightly to get it back straight around your waist before smoothing it over your ass and thighs— even pulls at the top, making sure your tits are sitting pretty.

You can’t even open your eyes, overcome by alcohol and sleepiness and a post sex high. He fumbles with your fingers as your head lulls on his shoulder, a soft hum vibrating in your throat in your murky haze. Bucky lifts your arm by the elbow, sliding his hand up your forearm until he’s cupping your hand in his.

“Open your eyes, baby.” You groan in protest, causing a chuckle to rumble through his chest, “Come on.”

So you do. You always do whatever this man wants you to do— and there, right on your finger sits that big princess cut engagement ring you teased him with days before.

“How about we skip dinner and find a church, huh?” he whispers, kissing your cheek soft and sweet.

You glance at him over your shoulder, eyes wet as a smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth, “And if I say no?”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He laughs as you adjust in his arms, pushing up on your tiptoes to cup his handsome face and kiss him on those pretty pink lips, “Then I guess I’ll have to fuck some sense into that pretty mouth of yours, won’t I birthday girl?”

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mymoonagedaydream · 4 years

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Hey girl 💞it’s my birthday next week Wednesday and I have no friends 🙃so I’m hoping if you have any time/ and if you want to could you write a fluffy birthday for Reader and Bucky where he is being all nice and shit. I recognise how tragic this sounds lol but it is what it is 😂 hope you have a good week and keep up the amazing stories 💞

103 Candles

Summary: You wouldn’t have minded your birthday quietly slipping by without anyone noticing, but apparently that wasn’t allowed on Bucky’s watch.

Pairing: Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Language, much floof as requested

Author’s Note: Happy Birthday for Wednesday anon! I know things seem to be relentlessly shitty at the moment but I really hope you have a lovely day despite all that. And don’t be saying you got no friends cause I’ve just written a whole bloody story for you, cheeky thing. (I moved this one up the queue a little but hey, can’t miss a birthday.)

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‘Mail call.’

Bucky was already standing inside your room, knocking on the door after he’d opened it. Apparently privacy wasn’t a word in his vocabulary, he’d caught you half-dressed more times than you could count but obviously still hadn’t learned his lesson.

He grinned and held a handful of envelopes out to you.

‘Thanks Buck. Glad to see you’re finally making yourself useful.’

‘Don’t get used to it, cupcake.’

He flopped down onto your bed, lying back with his hands folded under his head. Your gaze unconsciously wandered down to where his t-shirt was riding up slightly, your face starting to heat up before you caught what you were doing and quickly looked away.

In the couple of months you’d been at the compound, no-one had made you feel more welcome than Bucky. He was the first to offer help whenever you needed it and he always made an effort to speak to you when your paths crossed.

Plus neither of you really had friends outside of work, so you spent most evenings alone with him in the living room, doing your very best to educate him on some of the best films of the last fifty years while he fought tooth and nail to stay stuck in his outdated ways.

He still thought Charlie Chaplin was the height of cinema, bless him.

You’d really become attached, but you knew pursuing anything romantic meant risking the loss of your best friend, so you just buried that feeling alongside your weird fascination with bigfoot and your inexplicable attraction to Donny Osmond.

He propped himself up on his elbows. ‘Anything exciting?’

You lazily flicked through the letters, stopping when you came across a bright red envelope, sporting what you instantly recognised to be your sister’s handwriting.

Dropping the rest of the pile, you held it up to Buck. ‘Looks like a birthday card.’

‘Your birthday’s coming up?’

‘Yeah, Wednesday.’

‘For real?’ He excitedly jumped back onto his feet. ‘What are we doing for it? Party?’

‘God no, I can’t think of anything worse.’

His arms folded across his chest as he gave a loud huff, narrowing his eyes at you in suspicion. ‘Is this one of those lady things where you say you don’t want something but actually do?’

‘Definitely not. Could we just keep this between us? Please?’

The smirk that spread across his face sent a bolt of dread coursing through your veins. It was obvious that he was plotting something, but before you could probe any deeper he had his hands up in surrender and was backing out of the room.

‘Whatever you say, weirdo.’

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Wednesday came around and, as you’d hoped, it felt like just another normal day. You woke up late, shuffled to the kitchen to assemble something resembling a breakfast and encountered no unwelcome surprises on your way.

Your optimism about getting through this day without drawing the attention of your colleagues was steadily growing but, just as you’d finished cooking and were about to escape back to your bedroom, Bucky strolled in looking very fucking pleased with himself.

He was wearing his winter coat, immediately rousing your suspicion because the crazy powerful compound heating made the place like a sauna, and holding something behind his back.

‘Hey! Happy b-’

You shoved your hand over his mouth. ‘I thought we had an agreement.’

He made a face and mumbled something into your palm, making you roll your eyes and reluctantly let go of his face.

‘Yeah, we agreed to keep it between us. I haven’t told anyone else.’ With a proud grin, he pulled a terribly wrapped gift from behind his back. ‘But you never said I couldn’t celebrate.’

You tried your best to look a little peeved, but you really struggled to smother your growing smile.

You just hoped that this was all he had planned.

Taking the present from him, you tried to tear it open, quickly realising that he’d used an ungodly amount of tape to hold the shambles together. You ended up having to ferret out the kitchen scissors just to get into the bloody thing.

Finally cracking it open, you grabbed your gift and held it up, becoming instantly confused.

‘You got me a Christmas sweater?’

‘Yeah. When you have a birthday in December, you gotta accept that you’ll get festive gifts.’ He excitedly reached for the zipper on his coat. ‘You haven’t even seen the best part.’

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Under his coat, he was wearing a matching sweater.

The only issue was that they obviously didn’t make them in his size, cause it was the tightest piece of clothing you’d ever seen anyone wear, including Nat. He looked like a size two sausage stuffed into a size one casing.

You started laughing so hard you could barely stay standing, his confused frown just sending you further into your spiral.

‘What? What’s so funny?’

You just about managed to form words through your breathless howling. ‘You look like a sex offender.’

‘Is that right?’ He gave you a roguish smirk and pulled your sweater out of your hands. ‘Well let’s see how you look in yours.’

‘I think I should save it for Christmas.’

‘I think you should be more polite about the gift I spent ages picking out for you.’

You quickly spun round, taking off towards the door. You knew you couldn’t outrun him, but you hoped you could at least get back to your bedroom before he caught up, locking him out along with the sweater.

It didn’t work.

You didn’t even make it out of the room before he’d grabbed you and pulled the sweater down over your shoulders, trapping your arms by your sides.

With a reluctant sigh, you adjusted so you were wearing it properly, wincing at the itchy material rubbing against your neck. This thing would definitely give you a rash if you wore it for too long.

‘Ah, you were right.’ Bucky looked you up and down with a smirk before strolling out of the room. ‘They do look terrible.’

You quickly pulled it off before shouting after him. ‘At least mine fits.’

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The evening came around and you sequestered yourself to your bedroom, hoping to ride out the rest of the day in peace. There’d been no big surprise party and no more weird gifts, so you were feeling pretty good about your chances, when a series of loud thuds sounded against your door.

You reluctantly shuffled over and pulled it open, a little shocked to see Bucky standing there holding two huge pizza boxes. This was the first time he’d ever knocked before entering.

Eh, he probably just couldn’t reach the doorknob with his hands full.

‘What is this?’

‘Birthday dinner.’ He strolled past you with a grin, jumping onto your bed and flinging open the top box. ‘I didn’t get anything for my birthday back in March either, so we can call this a joint party.’

Alright, if the only “party” you had to endure this year was pizza in bed with Bucky, you’d figured you’d gotten off pretty lightly. You might even enjoy it, just as long as he had nothing else hidden behind his back.

Crawling on next to him, you grabbed a slice and started stuffing your face, deciding for some reason to attempt conversation in between mouthfuls.

‘How old are you, anyway?’

‘If you count my time in deepfreeze I’m 103.’

You audibly gasped and inhaled a bit of cheese, immediately choking and coughing your guts up like a fucking idiot. Bucky just chuckled and whacked you hard on the back.

It didn’t help at all, but you appreciated the gesture.

‘I can see why we skipped it,’ you wheezed, ‘you’d need a fucking big cake for 103 candles.’

‘And an even bigger one for 104. I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with.’

The two of you finished off the pizzas, Bucky wouldn’t admit it but he ate at least one and a half of them, and you threw the empty boxes onto the floor. Slumping back onto your pillows, you quickly had to dive sideways to dodge Bucky’s huge metal shoulder as he flopped next to you, obviously underestimating his own width.

You flicked on the TV. ‘What d’you want to watch?’

‘I’ll let you pick, since it’s your birthday.’

‘For real?’ This was unprecedented, the two of you had never managed to watch a movie without at least thirty minutes of arguing beforehand. ‘Can everyday be my birthday?’

‘Maybe. If you play your cards right.’

You gave him a wide smile and let your head fall onto his shoulder, adjusting yourself a little when his arm came up to circle your shoulders. This had become your usual lazy evening position, but it felt a little different in bed than it did on the couch in the communal living area. More intimate.

It felt a lot different when his arm fell to your waist and pulled you in closer to him, that’d never happened before.

But you definitely weren’t complaining.

You shifted onto your side slightly, slotting your head into the curve of his neck, smiling to yourself at how neatly it fit there. Your knee automatically folded up to rest on his thigh, a bolt of electricity shooting up your spine when Bucky’s free hand moved to start caressing it lightly.

He must’ve felt you twitching, because he let out a gruff chuckle and pressed his lips into your forehead, lingering there for a few seconds before shifting to rub cheek across your temple.

It was rough and stubbly, scratching against your skin like the sweater, but this sensation was different. It felt satisfying and strangely familiar, immediately sending you in to a deep, warm relaxation.

Eventually managing to pluck up some courage, you tilted your head back slightly so you were face-to-face with him.

His gaze was already zeroed in on you.

As soon as your eyes met, he lifted his hand from your knee to cup your face, brushing his thumb gently across your lips.

‘Good birthday?’

‘Yeah. Better than expected.’

He gave a slight smile and leaned towards you, your eyes fluttering closed as his lips pressed softly against yours. Your whole body tensed slightly, you pulled in a sharp, stuttering breath through your nose as your stomach tied itself in a knot.

It took a few seconds, but you eventually managed to compose yourself, relaxing and letting him lead the kiss while you just felt yourself begin to melt under his touch.

Your arms slid around his neck as his wrapped around your waist, the two of you steadily pulling each other closer until you were both on lying your sides with your bodies pressed together, limbs tangled up like electrical cables.

He pulled away slightly, whispering while his forehead was still pressed firmly against yours. ‘I was lying earlier, you looked great in that sweater.’

‘I’m still not gonna wear it.’

‘Fair enough.’

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d0llhousess · 3 years

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⇢ fandom: blue lock ⇢ pairing: nagi seishiro x f!reader ⇢ genre: fluff ⇢ warning/tags: established relationship, , just tooth rotting fluff, domestic fluff, sweet-tooth!reader, just overall fluffy shenanigans with your favorite forward.

⇢ summary: you loved sweets and so did he, so why not attempt to make your favorite treat together?

⇢ word count: approx 1.3

⇢ a/n: we’ve made it to day five, guys! And as you know day five is my actual birthday, so why not write for my favorite boy at the moment! This really was purely self indulgent, but I do hope you guys enjoy this as I did have tons of fun writing it. Thank you again so much for supporting me, and reading my works <3

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“You’re sure we have everything?”

You glance away from your kitchen’s island, looking at the pensive face of your boyfriend. Nagi’s eyes were firmly locked on the printed out instructions in his hands, body leaning against the counter as he stood beside you. You tug your lower lip between your teeth, eyes going back to the counter counting each ingredient before you shifted your gaze back to his.

“Yeah!” You confirmed with a nod of your head, “Now all we have to do is get started on the baking part.”

Hesitantly, your eyes flicker from the ingredients to your boyfriend’s face. Neither of you move, waiting for the other to be the first to pick up a utensil, the only sound in your apartment’s kitchen is the soft ticking of the small clock beside the oven.

It wasn’t the first time the two of you cooked together, as it was an activity that you learned to do more as a couple than individuals. Yet, it was the first time you’d attempted to bake together.

You were nervous despite the worst that could happen from a failed baking experiment was a horrible tasting treat. But for some reason, you wanted this to turn out nice, and you were sure Nagi was feeling your same emotions, even if he didn’t show them on his face like you did.

“Why aren’t you starting?” Nagi asks you, taking you out of your thoughts. He still has not moved from his position against the counter, and your eyes narrow slightly.

“Why aren’t you?” You shoot back, head tilting as he meets your gaze, bright eyes becoming more luminous under the fluorescent lights of your kitchen.

“I’m reading the instructions.”

A snort leaves you as you shake your head, poking his bicep as you leaned in closer to him.

“Nun-uh,” You replied, “You’re not sticking me with the hard stuff, Sei.”

“But-”

“We’re doing this together, Sei,” A small pout forms on your lips, as you blink up at your boyfriend. Your hands leave their position from the counter, going to cup his rounded cheeks. Smushing them together, you let out a slight giggle at his slightly blank stare.

If you didn’t know Nagi, you’d think you were annoying him, yet the slight blush on his cheeks told you otherwise. Placing a soft peck against the tip of his nose, you stepped away from him, eyes roaming over the instructions as you grabbed the large boal you set out for the dry ingredients.

“Besides,” You began, a teasing smirk spreading onto your lips, “You’re better at cooking than I am.”

Nagi rolled his eyes, but he began to move around your kitchen, grabbing the freshly washed strawberries before picking up the much smaller empty bowl. A soft hum escapes him as he begins to mix the sugar and strawberries together, and you can feel your shoulders relax as his low yet ariose tone fills your ears.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” He comments dryly as he turns to place the mixture in the fridge.

A giggle leaves your lips as you begin sifting the dry ingredients together, eyes flickering from your boyfriend to the mixture as you attempt to focus on the task at hand. You feel Nagi’s eyes on you watching you as you sift the dry ingredients, and a small smile plays onto your lips before the words can even leave his lips.

“You really are cute, you know that right?” He tells you, taking a few steps so he’s right beside you once more. You shrug your shoulders, placing the sifter on the counter before you pour the premeasured heavy cream into the bowl, eyes glancing over the instructions once more before you begin to mix.

“I’ve been told that once or twice,” You respond, turning to hand him the bowl. Your fingers brush against his as he accepts the bowl from your grasp, yet before you can step back from him, he’s placing a small kiss on your lips.

Your body freezes, a smile only he can draw out from you appears on your face as you blink up at him. Yet instead of responding to you, he just turns to begin to pour the mixture into the baking pan that’s already on the kitchen counter. The smile doesn’t leave your face as you reach over to hold the pan steady as he pours, and a comfortable quietness settles between the two of you.

Yet, you don’t mind the silence. Spending time with Nagi, you never felt the need to fill the air with idle chatter just to soothe yourself. His mere presence was enough to make you feel at ease, and even when he’s as quiet as ever, doing a mundane task like pouring batter into a pan, you feel at peace.

Once the pan was filled, you let him put it into the oven. As he closes the oven’s door, you grab the last empty mixing bowl, waiting for him to turn around before you hand it to him. His brows shoot up in surprise and you give him a bright grin.

“Make the whip cream for me?” You ask him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes, which just results in him shaking his head, a snort leaving his lips. Yet, he begins to collect the mixture for the cream, before he mixes it together with the electric hand mixer.

As Nagi mixes the cream together, you set the timer for the cake, before your arms wrap around your boyfriend's waist, resting your head against his back as you felt the slight vibrations from the mixer tremble through his body. Your eyes flutter closed, relishing in the warmth that came from being close to Nagi’s heated form.

Once Nagi mixed the cream to the right consistency, you feel him pull away from you slightly, and you step away from him. You go to check the cake as he takes out the strawberries, the two of you moving around the kitchen in a practiced, yet natural pattern. At the sight of the now golden cake, you place your designated oven mittens on, before taking out the baking pan and placing the cake onto the cooling rack.

Nagi steps beside you once again, licking at his fingers as he observes the cooling golden cake. A small grin appears on his lips, as he scoops another drop of whipped cream on to his fingertip, holding it out for you to taste. Without hesitation, you accept his offer, licking the whip cream off the tip of his finger before pulling away. A soft groan of approval leaves your lips as you nod your head.

“Not bad for our first try, hm?” He grins at you, before he moves past you to grab a dessert plate from your cabinets.

You nod, grin mirroring his as you begin to cut the cake into slightly imperfect squares, plating one after he placed the plate beside you. You let Nagi place the strawberry mixture and whip cream on top of the cake, as his hands were much more steady than yours. As the two of you stared at your finished product, you let out a light giggle.

“I guess we do make a great team,” You turn to face him, words as sweet as the strawberry shortcake you’d just made. Picking up the small fork that was on the plate, you sliced the cake before scooping up a small potion and holding the fork out to Nagi.

He leans into you, accepting your offer, and eating the first taste of the cake the two of you made. You watched as he ate the food, waiting on his review as you leaned against the now dirty and cluttered counter.

“Good?” You question, head tilting as you placed the fork back onto the plate.

Nagi nods, lips twitching into a soft smile as he placed a soft kiss against your lips. The kiss doesn’t last long and only a mere second passes before he’s pulling away from you. Yet, you don’t feel disappointed, no disappointment was far away from your heart.

“Of course it’s good,” He eventually declared, fingers trailing the curve of your jawline as you gazed at him, “We made it.” A snort left you, before the kitchen is filled with your light giggles.

“Fuck, Sei, You’re so cheesy.”

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messagefromtheveins · 4 years

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Hi! Thank you for wanting to give it a try, that's so nice of you. I have these two ideas for Sebastian one shots. One of them is where reader and Seb are dating and rarely fight, but lately reader has been acting strangely (like coming home late, secret phone calls...) and Seb thinks she's cheating on him and confronts her but what it is really happening is that she was organizing a surprise party for his bday and when he finds out he feels really bad for thinking she could do that to him?

Usually I try to avoid posting on weekends, but I also didn't want to keep this from you any longer. Thank you for sending this request and giving me some much needed inspiration! :) I hope this is kind of what you wanted it to be. (also, I'm still working on your second request, but I'm a little more stuck on that than I was on this one, so no promises. But I haven’t given up yet)

It was nearing midnight when he finally heard the door open and close downstairs, a feeling of relief rushing through his chest. Tossing his toothbrush into the little cup, he ran a hand through his wet hair to push it back while he stepped out of the bathroom and made his way downstairs.

You were standing at the kitchen island, your bag carelessly tossed on the counter. Eyes trained on your phone, you hadn't noticed him yet as you stared at the screen with a little frown on your face, your thumbs flying over the keyboard.

"Hey, hon'," he spoke up in a quiet murmur, his eyebrows furrowing in surprise and confusion as you visibly flinched, almost dropping your phone.

"Jesus, you scared the hell out of me," you giggled a bit breathlessly and placed your phone down on the kitchen island before you approached him. "Didn't know if you'd still be awake," you added, his eyes not leaving yours as you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck.

"'was just getting ready for bed," he mumbled, giving you a fond smile while his hands slipped around your waist. "Have you been at work all this time? I've tried calling you a few times but I always went straight to voicemail."

"Uh, yeah. I've been in a conference call that took forever."

He wanted to believe you, he really did. But the way you shifted your gaze to somewhere behind him, effectively avoiding his eyes, was a dead giveaway that you were lying. "With your cell phone?"

"Yeah, it was-" breaking off, you sighed deeply and shook your head, your gaze meeting his confused one again. "You know what, it really doesn't matter. Point is, I've had a long day and I'm tired and I missed you," your bottom lip jutted up into a pout that made him chuckle softly.

Arms tightening around you, he pulled you flush to his chest and noticed the way your features immediately relaxed. He decided to drop the topic for now as your lips met his in a tender kiss. You clearly didn't want to talk about it, so he wouldn't push. He knew that if it really bothered you, then you would talk to him at some point.

But boy was he wrong. It dragged on for nearly two weeks. Two weeks of you being glued to your phone and coming home late more often than not, seeming to grow more and more distant with each passing day. At first he was worried that you were overworking yourself, that something or someone at work made you feel like you couldn't take a break without falling behind.

Though, it all changed when he realized that you left the room every single time your phone rang or you excused yourself to call someone. You had never done that ever since he had met you almost three years ago, no matter if it was a work related call or a simple chat with your friends. From that moment on anxiety ate him up on the inside- worries of you seeing someone else kept him up at night while you peacefully slept next to him.

And he was so close to confronting you several times, to ask you what the hell was going on behind his back, but then you always gave him that smile that he had fallen in love with all those years ago and he chickened out. Every single time. He knew he couldn't accuse you of something so horrible without having any real evidence.

He was so caught up in everything that had happened lately that he didn't even properly realize his birthday had crept up on him until you crawled on his lap one night and gave him a wide smile.

"Happy birthday, Seb," your voice was quiet and tender, hands gentle as you cupped them around his cheeks. His gaze briefly shifted to the nearest clock, his confusion quickly morphing into a surprised expression as he realized that it was midnight. "Oh, shit. I didn't even realize- thank you, hon'," he chuckled, gladly accepting the soft kiss you placed on his lips.

The 90's show playing on the TV was long forgotten as you combed a hand through his hair. "Do you want to do anything special tomorrow? Or more like today?"

He pulled a shoulder up in a half-shrug. "I wish, but I can't. My entire day is packed with meetings," he told you and smiled as you gave him a little pout.

"That's a bummer," you sighed softly. "You could text me when you're on the way home so I can make dinner for us, how about that?" you suggested, his lips immediately stretching into a grin.

"That sounds perfect."

–—–—–—–—–—–

He hated meetings. They were always insanely boring and he tended to drift off a lot, having too much time to think- in this case, about you. About the weird way you had behaved lately and how it was slowly driving him insane.

By the time he was on his way home he was so worked up that he felt like exploding, his jaw clenched as he unlocked the front door to the apartment. He couldn't take this any longer, not while it was eating him up on the inside. "Honey?" he called, tossing his keys aside and wrestling out of his jacket, hearing your socked footsteps approaching.

"Hey, babe," you smiled and stepped over to him, arms reaching out to him.

Babe. A stupid little nickname was the breaking point. You had never called him that before and he couldn't help but wonder if you called someone else babe and this was just a slip up.

"We need to talk," he spoke up, his voice firm and serious. You immediately faltered in your movements, the smile on your lips slowly dying as you looked at him with confusion written in your eyes. Briefly glancing over your shoulder towards the dark living room, you looked into his eyes again and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"Is everything okay?" you wanted to know, your voice soft and eyes worried and for a short moment he wondered how the hell he could ever accuse you of something so horrible.

Running a hand through his hair, he rubbed his palm over his jaw in an anxious way. "Are you cheating on me?" he asked. The firmness his voice had previously held was gone, instead replaced by insecurity and anxiety, a bit of a tremble lingering in the words.

Lips parting in surprise, you looked at him with wide eyes. "Why- Sebastian, what-" you stumbled over your words. He wanted nothing more than to take the words back as he noticed the hurt and disbelief written in your eyes.

"Honey, I don't- you're always coming home so late these days, you know?" he tried to explain, nervously fiddling around with his fingers. "And you're constantly on the phone. You're always leaving the room when someone calls and you've never done that before. It feels like you're suddenly keeping everything secret from me and I- I don't know what to think anymore."

The last few words left his lips in a defeated sigh, his shoulders slumping under the weight they had been carrying for weeks at that point. Hurt. Betrayal. That was all he saw in your eyes as you looked at him, not saying a word. "Please just tell me that I'm wrong," he whispered as you stayed silent for too long.

Reaching out and taking his hands into yours, you walked backwards and pulled him along, ignoring the confusion on his features. You let go of one of his hands to hit the light switch as you stepped into the living room.

"... Surprise."

It wasn't a joyful cheer like it usually was in the movies, instead more of a hesitant mutter as several pairs of eyes looked at you and him with uncertainty written in them. Colorful balloons decorated the room and he could see a birthday cake with tons of candles on the table behind you, but he didn't really concentrate on it. His whole attention was on you. He had fucked up big time.

"Happy Birthday," you whispered, though he could see that you were fighting back the tears.

–—–—–—–—–—–

Needless to say, your guests didn't stay for too long. Before the last person properly left the apartment you had disappeared, somehow managing to avoid him for over an hour while he cleaned up the living room and put the untouched cake into the fridge.

By the time he had changed into more comfortable clothes you had somehow snuck into the kitchen without him noticing. He found you sitting on the counter, digging into a bowl of ice cream and avoiding his gaze until he stood right in front of you. No words were exchanged as you finally met his blue eyes, nothing but silent apologies written in them, while his hands gently and almost hesitantly came to rest on your thighs.

Holding your spoon between your teeth, you didn't take your eyes off him as you reached to the side, blindly grasping for the second spoon you had grabbed earlier. He couldn't help but smile as you held it out to him. "You could've taken a slice of the cake, you know," he spoke up while taking the spoon from you only to place it aside again.

You shook your head. "It's yours," you mumbled around a mouthful of ice cream, "it would be so rude of me to take the first piece."

"But I don't deserve it anymore."

His voice was so quiet that you barely caught it. Eyebrows furrowing, you studied his features with a heavy heart while he kept his gaze trained on the bowl in your hands. "Seb..."

Quickly placing the bowl and spoon away, you cupped your cold hands around his face. Deep worry lines were visible on his forehead as his gaze hesitantly met yours. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, guilt clear in his voice.

Gently combing a hand through his hair, you couldn't help but smile as he leaned in to place a lingering kiss on your forehead. "I'm sorry, too."

"What? Why?" he asked, confusion written all over his face. "Hon', I'm the one who fucked up," he reminded you and continued before you could try to speak up, "I hurt you. I accused you of something horrible even though I never thought that you'd actually be that kind of person. I ruined the whole birthday party. I humiliated you in front of all our friends."

Your thumbs brushed over his cheeks while you slowly shook your head. "And I was obviously really bad at planning a birthday party behind your back. I clearly pushed you away or acted different around you, otherwise you probably would've never wondered if I was cheating on you."

His features dropped, teeth digging into his bottom lip for a moment. "I should've just talked to you and asked you what's going on, instead of attacking you with an accusation like that," he sighed and leaned into you, a soft smile spreading over your lips as he rested his forehead against your chest. "I'm sorry."

Combing your hands through the short hair at the back of his head several times, you dipped your head down to place a soft kiss on his head. "Let's just agree to never plan a surprise party ever again?"

He was quiet for a moment before he chuckled softly, nodding while he lifted his head again. "Agreed," he grinned. His hands slid from your thighs to your hips as you tilted your head in a silent request for a kiss, tugging you closer until your chest was pressed against his. Your lips met in a tender kiss, your hands moving to rest on his shoulders and almost feeling the way his muscles relaxed under your touch. "Are we okay?" he whispered once he pulled back, receiving a nod of your head.

"Very okay," you breathed and found his lips in another peck. He couldn't help but smile against your lips, barely able to stay away from you now that he knew you weren't mad at him.

"There's just... another… tiny problem," he mumbled between soft kisses.

"What is it?"

"That's a massive cake and I don't know who's supposed to eat all of that," he murmured, grinning as you tossed your head back and laughed.

"I'm sure we'll figure something out," you giggled.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan blurb #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan writing #writing

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love-takes-work · 4 years

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I’ve recreated every food in Steven Universe

OKAY I THINK I FINALLY DID IT

I FINALLY RECREATED EVERY RECIPE FROM THE SHOW

Sooooo . . . what did I miss?

Now it’s your turn to help me be sure I got them all. Your mission, should you choose to accept it:

Reblog this post suggesting a food from the show (with or without screencap; just enough so I can recognize it). The weirder the better.

I will respond to you with my photo of when I made that food.

If I can’t deliver, I will like send you $10 or draw you a SU fanart or something. (We’ll negotiate.)

I will accept asks instead of reblogs if you prefer.

It’s fine if you have a fairly common or easy suggestion and you just wanna see it. ;)

I’m offering this incentive because I really want some help combing the show for foods I might have forgotten! Your help is appreciated!

Edit: Adding responses. :D

Dog-Nut (Pilot!)

Classic Hot Dog (Intro)

Fry Bits (2 - “Laser Light Cannon” & others)

Together Breakfast (4 - “Together Breakfast”)

Popcorn for Onion (7 - “Bubble Buddies”)

Giant Strawberry (8 - “Serious Steven” & others)

Large Pizza, Extra Fishy (10 - “Steven’s Lion”)

Cereal to stop the Foot (11 - “Arcade Mania”)

Aqua Mexican Burrito (13 - “So Many Birthdays”)

Movie Snacks (17 - “Lion 2: The Movie”)

Crystal Lizards (17 - “Lion 2: The Movie”)

Hot Dogs & Hamburgers (18 - “Beach Party”)

Lars’s Lunch (20 - “Coach Steven”)

Fire Salt & Fire Salt Donuts (21 - “Joking Victim”)

Big Fat Zucchini with Linguine (22 - “Steven and the Stevens”)

Chaaaaps (23 - “Monster Buddies”)

Mi Torta (23 - “Monster Buddies”)

Durian Juice (24 - “An Indirect Kiss”)

Fish Kebabs & Giant Fish (30 - “Island Adventure”)

Cheeseball Cake (32 - “Fusion Cuisine”)

Breadsticks (32 - “Fusion Cuisine”)

Shrimp Appetizer (32 - “Fusion Cuisine”)

Onion Rings (33 - “Garnet’s Universe”)

Baby Melon (34 - “Watermelon Steven”)

Nice Spicey Pretzels (35 - “Lion 3: Straight to Video”)

Mama Sadie Lunch (35 - “Lion 3: Straight to Video”)

Garnet’s Chocolate Chip Cookies (37 - “Warp Tour”)

Mayo Sandwich (39 - “Future Vision”)

Bindle Lunches (40 - “On the Run”)

Marshmallows (42 - “Winter Forecast”)

Waffle Egg Sandwich (42 - “Winter Forecast”)

Caprese Salad (47 - “Shirt Club”)

Three-Way Sub (55 - “Say Uncle”)

Pizza Steve (55 - “Say Uncle”)

Tea and Cookies (55 - “Say Uncle”)

Pile of Food (57 - “Reformed”)

Snack Sushi (Season 2 Short - “Cooking With Lion”)

Biscuits & Jam (58 - “Sworn to the Sword”)

Smoothie & Orange Slices (58 - “Sworn to the Sword”)

Best Breakfast in the World (64 - “Keystone Motel”)

Noodles and Butter (65 - “Onion Friend”)

Potato Steven (65 - “Onion Friend”)

Lion Lickers (68 - “Nightmare Hospital”)

Amethyst’s Hoagie (79 - “Super Watermelon Island”)

Fresh Big Donut Donuts (84 - “Steven Floats”)

Guacola (85 - “Drop Beat Dad”)

Pepe’s Burgers (86 - “Mr. Greg”)

The Finest Steak and Brie (86 - “Mr. Greg”)

Corndogs (87 - “Too Short to Ride”)

Pizza Bagel & Fantastic Fries (90 - “Restaurant Wars”)

Fancy Orange Juice (93 - “Alone at Sea”)

PROTES Protein Bars (95 - “Gem Hunt”)

Pine Needle Tea (95 - ”Gem Hunt”)

Sugar Shock Shut Down (109 - “Last One Out of Beach City”)

Apple Sidra (109 - “Last One Out of Beach City”)

Gem Harvest & Wedding Cake (111-112 “Gem Harvest”)

Korean Lunch (114 - “Steven’s Dream”)

Zoo Fruit (117 - “The Zoo”)

Pumpkin-Shaped Pumpkin Bread (126 - “The Good Lars”)

Ube Roll (126 - “The Good Lars”)

Cool Kids Potluck (126 - “The Good Lars”)

Jungle Moon Alien Carcass (140 - “Jungle Moon”)

Meal for Stranded Humans (144 - “Lars’ Head”)

Everything Pizza (148 - “What’s Your Problem”)

Together Breakfast Wedding Cake (151-152- “Reunited”)

Bixbite’s Pizzas (SUF 2 - “Guidance”)

Snow Cones (SUF 2 - “Guidance”)

Crystal Drinks (SUF 3 - “Rose Buds”)

Carrot Bean Meal (SUF 3 - “Rose Buds”)

Tomato Soup on the Go (SUF 5 - “Bluebird”)

Clams, Peanut Butter, & a side of fresh-cut grass (SUF 5 - “Bluebird”)

Bluebird’s Cake (SUF 5 - “Bluebird”)

Fried Eggs (on Amethyst’s face) (SUF 7 - “Snow Day”)

Protein Shake (SUF 7 - “Snow Day”)

Spicy Chili (SUF 11 - “In Dreams”)

Together Forever Cake (SUF 13 - “Together Forever”)

Cookie Cat Ice Cream (SUF 14 - “Growing Pains”)

Cocoa (SUF 14 - “Growing Pains”)

Ice Cream a La Pie (SUF 15 - “Mr. Universe”)

Caveats and Rules (read if participating):

It counts as a recipe for the show only if it is eaten or to be eaten by a character (onscreen or implied to have been) or otherwise prominently featured. (e.g., Together Breakfast would count even though it was not eaten, but random food sitting around incidentally in a fridge or bake case does not count as a recipe.)

Food items that are only mentioned but not pictured don’t count.

Food items that are part of the background art don’t count unless they are significant or interacted with at some point. This includes mentioned or pictured items on restaurant menus.

Note: I HAVE actually made some things that have only been mentioned or pictured on menus! So feel free to suggest them if you really want to see if I made them! But for purposes of qualifying for a reward, I can’t commit to making the entire bake case, pizza joint menu, Spacetries display, or commercial cooler full of food if they’re more scenery than snacks.

If I have made an item once and it recurs, it doesn’t count as a different recipe if it appears in a different configuration in a later episode. (e.g., if I made an ube roll for “The Good Lars,” I don’t have to make a new one for Steven Universe: The Movie.)

Non-food items eaten by animals, monsters, and Amethyst do not count as recipes. (e.g., I do not consider it a recipe when the Big Bird from “Giant Woman” ate a goat and Steven. I do not consider it a recipe when Amethyst eats wrappers or garbage. Weird food she eats is OK. As long as it is food.)

YES, I count all qualifying food in Steven Universe, Steven Universe: The Movie, Steven Universe Future, and any official shorts as fair game.

NO, I do not count food in the comics, the video games, the official or tie-in books, Ronaldo’s blog, or the Crewniverse’s celebratory food as recipes I have to make.

There is a lot of generic popcorn, chips, and soda in this show. I don’t count it as a new recipe every time someone munches one of these as an incidental snack.

Very minor variations on common snacks don’t count as new recipes. (e.g., I don’t have to make every donut or flavor of Chaaaaps anyone was ever seen eating. Including variation options in my recipe is enough.)

Random messes made with food do not have to be recreated as recipes. (e.g., Onion smearing condiments all over the kitchen is not a recipe; pizzas that get destroyed or thrown around are not new recipes; Greg and Steven scattering food leavings around their Empire City hotel is not a recipe; a seagull with a banana peel on its head carrying pizza does not count; Steven scattering the contents of his kitchen on the floor while making Together Breakfast is not a recipe, etc.)

Yes, the foods will be prepared/arranged by me. In most cases they are homemade creations but in some cases store-bought elements will be used and that is also OK.

Food-shaped items that aren’t actually food are not recipes. (e.g., game controllers shaped like ham do not count. Crying Breakfast Friends are characters, not food.)

Things made out of food do not count unless they are eaten. (e.g., Fish Stew Pizza is required; Jenny made out out of pizza in Kiki’s dream is not.)

Vegetarian alternatives, facsimiles designed to look but not taste like certain foods, and ingredient substitutes are permissible. (e.g., vegetarian pepperoni on a pizza that was REAL pepperoni in the show is allowed; a non-fish substitute for a real dead fish is OK; dishes representing disgusting food that are secretly delicious are all right, etc.)

Thanks for your help. :)

#steven universe #steven universe food #su food #food #long post #myblog

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frostedfaves · 4 years

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I Don’t Feel Alive (2)

Masterlist

Pairings: Jake Peralta x sister!reader (platonic), Rosa Diaz x fem!reader (romantic), Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago (also romantic)

Summary: Jake has a birthday and your family gets a bit smaller.

Warnings: mentions of neglectful parents

A/N: I’m so happy with the response this series has gotten so far! and I’ve enjoyed writing tiny Jake. can’t wait to hear your thoughts on this one!

Previous part

“Hi, Grandma!” Jake called out cheerily as he pushed past her into the apartment.

“Hello, Jake!” She chuckled at him and turned her attention to you. “And hello, dear.”

“Hi, Mrs. Grandma.” You offered her a shy smile as you walked inside, placing your bookbag on the floor by the table as you sat down.

“There you are,” the elderly woman drops a plate of snacks in front of you and then Jake. “Don’t eat too fast, Pineapples.”

“Pineapples?”

“That’s Grandma’s nickname for me,” he answers between bites of food.

“I thought your nickname was JJ?”

“That’s just what Gina calls me, like I’m the only one that calls her GG. You can have different nicknames from different people.” He thought for a moment as he ate, swallowing with a grin. “How about I call you ‘Little Carrot’, because you’re wearing orange and you’re smaller than me.”

You looked down at your bright orange overalls and back at Jake with a grin of your own. “Okay, I like it. Can I still call you Pineapples, too? I really like it.”

“Yeah, but not around Gina.”

“Deal.”

“Jake!”

Jake turned away from his classmates at the lunch table, smiling when he saw you walking over with a paper in your hand.

“Hey, Little Carrot. What’s up?” he asks quietly as he scoots over to make room for you on the bench.

“I wanted to give you this later but I couldn’t wait. Your mommy helped me spell and stuff.”

You hand the paper to Jake, and his eyes widen in surprise. It was a drawing of a carrot and a pineapple holding hands (to the best of your ability but still pretty impressive), with a party hat above it that read “Happy Birthday to the best brother ever”.

“Aww, Jakey got a present from his wittle sister!” one of Jake’s classmates taunted over his shoulder, and Gina quickly cut in.

“Worry about yourself, bed-wetter.” She sent a thumbs up and a grin your way before turning back to her laughing friends, and Jake met your eyes again with a soft smile.

“Don’t worry about that meanie,” he quickly assured you when he noticed your eyes watering. “I’m gonna hang this up in my room.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! It’s really good and I wanna look at it all the time.”

A grin formed on your lips as you threw your tiny arms around Jake’s torso, wishing him one last “happy birthday” before hopping off the bench and running back to your lunch table. Jake took another look at your handmade card, ecstatic that you seemed to care about him as much as he cared for you.

“Okay, sweet boy, I got your favorite blue cake!” Karen grinned as she carried it into the room and placed it in the middle of the table, starting to light the candles.

“Wait. You’re not going to cut it yet, right?”

“Why not? We always do cake after dinner.”

Jake sighed heavily. “Dad’s not here yet.”

“I know sweetie, but I’m not sure what time he’ll be here and Gina has to go home soon.”

“Hey, JJ.” Gina nudged his shoulder and he looked over at her. “Maybe you can eat cake with him later, too! Then it’ll be like having two parties.”

“Yeah, you’re right! Okay, let’s do that.” He sat up a bit to lean toward the cake, turning to you with a grin. “Wanna help me blow them out?”

“But it’s your birthday,” you responded with a curious pout.

“Yeah, but you said you never got to do it before! Come on.” He pushed the cake closer to you with Karen’s help and you leaned in the same way he did. “Don’t forget to make a wish!”

Karen counted to three and the two of you closed your eyes and blew the candles out, opening them and cheering when you saw the flames were gone. She grabbed a knife and started cutting pieces for everyone while Gina held plates and you and Jake sat down normally again.

“Why do you make a wish like that?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “But you’re not supposed to tell anyone what you wished for.”

“Why not?”

“Because then it doesn’t come true.”

You nodded and made an exaggerated motion of zipping your lips, causing Jake to laugh. The four of you ate your slices of cake in silence, unaware that you were all wishing the same thing: that Roger would stop disappointing his son.

“Dad?”

Roger jumped violently, turning from hanging his coat and smiling at the sight of Jake.

“Hey, buddy! What are you doing up so late? Did I wake you?”

“I heard your car.”

“Well, come on. I’ll tuck you in.” He ruffled Jake’s hair a bit, using his other hand to guide him toward his room and frowning when Jake stopped him.

“No, you have to have cake with me.”

“Kid, it’s late--”

“You missed my party.”

“Okay,” he sighed, following Jake over to the table and cutting small pieces for them. “Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah! Mom and Gina got me really great gifts and Y/N made me a really nice card! It’s on the wall in my room if you wanna see it.”

“I’ll look in the morning.”

“Okay.” Jake puts his fork down with a sigh. “I really wish you could’ve been there, but I’m still glad you’re here now.”

Morning brought you and Jake to the table again for breakfast before school. After finishing your bowl of cereal and putting the dish in the sink, you headed back upstairs to grab your bookbag. You were almost past Karen’s room when you heard her crying to someone on the phone, catching a bit of the conversation through the crack in the door.

“...just left and I have to raise two kids by myself…”

You kept walking, remembering that in your old house, a crying woman meant you had to stay in your room and you definitely weren’t supposed to listen in on phone calls. Still, Karen was a lot nicer than those people, and she constantly told you that you didn’t need to be afraid to ask questions. You slipped your arms through the straps of your bag and knocked on the door when you approached it again.

“Everything okay, angel?” Karen questioned gently after opening the door, sniffling lightly.

“I heard you crying.”

“Oh no!” She laughed a bit despite the tears that threatened to break free. “I wasn’t crying. Well I was, but sometimes mommies just need to cry, okay? It’s nothing bad.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, good. Do you mind taking your brother his bag, too? I’m almost ready to leave.” You nodded and she hugged you tightly while thanking you, watching with watery eyes as you ran downstairs with Jake’s things. She had no idea how to tell either of you what a piece of shit Roger was, at least without using those exact words.

Tags: @beeblisss @makapaka11 @halfofwhatisayismeaningless @marie-03 @ochrythum @xetherealbeautyx @gaulty74

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ladyblogger-margie · 3 years

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Surprise Party

Pairing: Benny Miller (Triple Frontier) x GN!Reader

Summary: You think you're going to have to spend your birthday all by yourself, but your boyfriend Benny Miller has different plans.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 740

Prompt: Surprise Party

a/n: short and sweet for good guy Benny.

MY MASTERLIST

You collected your coat and turned off the light of your office as you went. While your body was leaving the office, your brain was still focused on spreadsheets and meeting agendas. On top of that you were also still in a bad mood from yesterday.

It was your birthday yesterday and your boyfriend Benny had been MIA for the whole day for some vague reason he didn’t fully explain. Then earlier this morning you got another vague text to him saying he wasn’t going to see you tonight either.

Like you understood that your long term relationship with Benny was bigger than one birthday, and it’s not like he forgot it all together or anything like that. You just felt mopey because normally he’d do something romantic, or take you away somewhere. Sure there was never a big party, and you’ve always wanted one, but there was always attention.

So yes, you were in a bad mood when you left the office. The entire drive home you were just thinking about the birthday cake flavored iced-cream you had in your freezer leftover from last night. That and the bottle of wine with your name on it waiting for you.

When you got to your house, the front porch light was on, but you didn’t remember turning it on before you left for work. You shook your head, you must have just forgotten you did that. You didn’t notice anything else strange about your place, so you just shrugged it off.

You sat in your car in your driveway for a few minutes, just breathing and putting off going into an empty house, and later an empty bed. You dropped your head to your steering wheel and groaned loudly. Then you pulled yourself together and collected your things to get out of the car.

You strolled to the front door and let yourself inside the front door. Then you flicked on the light and it took you a beat to recognize what was happening.

In the freshly illuminated living room in front of you stood Benny underneath a large “Happy Birthday” sign. He was surrounded by Will, Frankie, Pope, your friends from college, your family, and all your other friends. Your little house was packed with everyone you loved wearing birthday hats.

You felt the tears form behind your eyes when they all shouted “Happy Birthday” loudly. Then they clapped and Benny crossed the room to give you a deep kiss, his hands holding your face.

“Happy birthday, baby,” Benny whispered against your lips.

You smiled up at him, “You organized all of this?”

“Of course, I know you’ve always wanted a big party like this,” he said, brushing the pad of his thumb across your cheek.

“I thought you were blowing me off,” you said with a laugh.

“Never,” he promised.

Benny took your coat and hung it up for you, leaving you the chance to say hi to your guests. You were so impressed Benny had managed to keep this whole thing a secret from you this whole time. Normally he’d get too excited and not be able to keep a secret at all. You took this as a sign of just how much he loved you, and how hard he worked to make you feel special.

He appeared at your elbow, wrapping one hand around your waist, and handing you a glass of your long anticipated wine with the other. Next came out the cake carried by Will and Frankie, and it looked homemade.

“Did you make that?” you asked Benny.

Will laughed, “Him? You know he is useless in the kitchen. We made it.”

Frankie winked at you and helped Will set it on the table.

“Make a wish, baby,” Benny whispered in your ear.

You couldn’t think of anything to wish for. How could you, when you had everything you could have ever hoped for already.

You blew out the candles anyway to a round of applause and Pope helped you cut and distribute slices of cake to everyone in the room.

You ate your surprisingly good cake and looked around the room at everyone you loved, cherishing the fact that had all come together to celebrate your birthday. You sunk into Benny’s arms and inhaled the scent of him, feeling the warmth and love of his embrace, feeling so in love and so loved in return. This was one of your best birthday’s ever.

Birthday Challenge Masterlist

Tags: @autumnleaves1991-blog

#triple frontier #benny miller #benny miller gn!reader #benny miller x reader #garrett hedlund #triple frontier fic #benny miller fic #birthday challenge

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fantastic-rambles · 3 years

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Memories

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Characters: Sakurayashiki Kaoru (Cherry Blossom), Nanjo Kojiro (Joe), Shindo Ainosuke (Adam), Kikuchi Tadashi (Snake) (unnamed cameo)

Warnings: Mild angst

Word Count: <1k

Summary: When they’re hanging out together, Adam seems to be somewhat envious of Kaoru and Kojiro's relationship. (Teenage Cherry/Joe/Adam story.) [MatchaBlossom Week 2021 | Day 2: Childhood Friends]

After the sound of sirens had faded in the distance, they finally started to slow down.

"What was that, Adam?" Kaoru laughed, flipping his board upward and catching it in his hand. "Seriously, what was going through your head?"

Adam just gave a little half-smile and flicked his wrist, tossing what he was holding to his friend. Kaoru caught it, straightening the wrinkled fabric to reveal the policeman's hat that Adam had literally snatched off the man's head to precipitate this chase. Well, it hadn't been much of a chase since Adam had often decided to go down narrow side roads and cut through the park, where the police cruiser couldn't follow, but then he'd kept doubling back to get the man's attention, as though he were taunting him and enjoying the risk of getting caught. And for some reason, Kaoru and Kojiro had followed him.

"You don't think that it would suit Nanjo?" Adam replied innocently, leaning against the railing of the bridge. He tilted his head back to look up at the starry sky, letting his hood fall down. Kaoru shook his head, amused, before turning to Kojiro.

"Look, Adam got you a gift," he teased, reaching up to put it on Kojiro's head. But Kojiro grabbed his wrist, trying to turn it back on Kaoru.

"You're the one who wanted to join the police when you were a kid, Kaoru. You should wear it," Kojiro retorted. "Or was it a detective? I remember you talking about how you'd be famous and solve mysteries with a pretty assistant who was actually a robot or something."

Kaoru flushed hotly as he fought a losing battle against Kojiro's superior strength, and he glanced over at Adam. Adam had lowered his head to watch the two of them, still smiling, and Kaoru placed a hand against Kojiro's chest to try to push him away, without any success.

"I was just a stupid kid then," Kaoru protested, his voice slightly strained from the struggle with his friend. "Besides, what about you? Did you forget the time when we went to the zoo for our school trip, and you tried to climb into the tiger pit because you 'felt sorry for them' and wanted to help them escape?"

"At least I didn't run away crying when we accidentally knocked over a wasp's nest!"

"Better than going to the hospital because you were stung dozens of times!"

"Well, what about when you started crying during your sixth birthday because someone ate the last slice of cake?"

"That was you!"

"Pussy!"

"Brute!"

A soft chuckle interrupted their bickering, and they both looked over at Adam as if they'd entirely forgotten that he was there. The lapse in concentration was enough for Kojiro to overpower Kaoru, jamming the hat onto his head, though Kaoru immediately brushed it off, letting it fall to the ground.

"You guys are pretty good friends, aren't you?" Adam commented, his voice slightly wistful. But Kaoru and Kojiro immediately began to protest his assertion, their voices rising in the tones of another building argument.

"... so he's really just someone I can't get rid of at this point."

"Exactly. You must have some people like that too, right, Adam?" Kojiro asked, but Adam just shook his head.

"Not really. I was usually too busy with lessons to really hang out with people my age."

"What about the guys you were with when we met?" Kaoru asked, and Adam shrugged.

"We met because we had a shared interest, that's all." His eyes narrowed slightly as a car pulled up to the curb, and he tugged his hood up again as the driver's window rolled down. A familiar, nondescript man leaned out the window, his eyes fixed on Adam, and their friend sighed.

"That's my ride. I'll catch you guys tomorrow." After Adam picked up his skateboard, he exchanged high-fives with his friends before ducking into the backseat of the car. But after the car had pulled away, Kaoru and Kojiro exchanged a look. Even after all the time they'd spent together, Adam was an enigma. He rarely said anything about his personal life, and it was pretty obvious that "Adam" was just an alias. But the way he just casually admitted to having no friends when he was younger made both of them frown: Kaoru sadly, and Kojiro thoughtfully.

"Well, he's got us now," Kojiro commented, slinging an arm around Kaoru's shoulder. For once, Kaoru didn't try to push him away, just standing there and staring after Adam's car. They stood together in silence for several long minutes, and then Kaoru dropped his deck to the ground, stepping onto it and pushing off.

"Race you home!" he called out, and he heard Kojiro's own wheels grinding against the asphalt as he tried to catch up.

"No fair, you cheater! Get back here!" Kojiro shouted back. But Kaoru just laughed, feeling the wind blow through his hair as he built up more momentum and swung around a curve. Whenever they were skating, all of their concerns would just fade away. If Adam didn't have any good memories like they did, then they could all just make new ones together. Fun memories, embarrassing memories, and even ordinary ones: even though he and Kojiro were almost always bickering, he'd never want to give up all the time they'd spent together.

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #skate the infinity #fanfic #fan fic #sk8 cherry blossom #sakurayashiki kaoru #kaoru sakurayashiki #sk8 joe #nanjo kojiro #kojiro nanjo #sk8 adam #shindo ainosuke #ainosuke shindo #matchablossomweek2021 #mine

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bittersweetmelxdy · 4 years

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bittersweetmelxdy’s 20th Birthday

Surprise! Today is my 20th birthday, and my present to the rest of you is an extremely self-indulgent set of headcanons for the boys (and Shaw, thank you so much @meowrain for your help) celebrating your birthday. I hope you all enjoy it (and don’t criticise me too much for Shaw, it is my first time writing him). Love you all, Hannah x

Core Four + Shaw celebrating MC’s Birthday

Victor:

At first, he was a little confused, Victor was accustomed to celebrating his birthday in true CEO fashion, with a fancy gala, a mass of people only seeking to curry favour with him and a plethora of fancy gifts.

But when you told him of the low-key birthdays you always had at home with your dad, and Victor could see the shimmer in your eyes, and he was then determined to make this birthday just as special.

You woke up on your birthday to the sound of your phone ringing, blearily you reached out to grasp it just as it stopped ringing, blinking twice to refocus your eyes, and you were surprised to see along with the many well-wishes of your co-workers and friends there were multiple missed calls from your boyfriend, Victor. Just then the phone rang again.

“Hello?”

“Dummy answer the door, breakfast is getting cold.” Victor’s voice hazed through the phone.

“...” You looked around confused when you heard the muffled knocks on the door, “Wait, you’re outside my place?”

“Where else would I be, idiot?” Victor’s sharp words contrasted his soft affectionate tone, and you giggled as you tripped your way out of bed and ran towards the door.

Opening the door wide, you revealed you scowling boyfriend, and you threw yourself into him, hands wrapping around his neck, Victor stumbled slightly but managed to catch you whilst not dropping the container in his hand, he loosely wrapped his hands around you, patting your back slightly and pressing a kiss to your temple before whispering a “Happy Birthday” into your ear.

Once he had herded you back into the apartment, he presented you with the food inside the container, which was freshly made pancakes decorated with your favourite toppings. You clapped your hands excitedly and quickly sat down and dug in happily. Victor sat opposite you, watching you with softened eyes, and noticing his gaze you raised your fork towards him to feed him a bite, Victor shook his head good-naturedly and opened his mouth to indulge you. You alternated in feeding yourself and him until you had finished your breakfast.

Whilst you got dressed and showered, Victor cleaned up, and once you were dressed you followed him down to his car, where he drove you to his house. You chattered along the way, between answering calls and texts from family members and co-workers, and Victor simply listened.

You arrived at his house, and to your absolute surprise, Victor had decorated his house for your birthday, the decorations at time mimicked the ones you had made on Victor’s birthday, and you fingered the clumsily made paper chains, tears pricking at your eyes. Victor watched you a tad nervous, trying to mask how much he wanted you to like what he had done in terms of decoration. But when he saw how touched you were, he knocked his knuckle playfully against your temple, as you wiped the tears from your eyes, and he led you into the kitchen.

To imitate a tradition you had with your dad, Victor and you spent the rest of the day making and decorating the birthday cake, whilst Victor’s soft music accompanied the two of you (Victor is a music snob, so he wouldn’t let you have control of the music system). Amidst the serious baking and precise measurements (Victor for some reason, measured not only everything to the exact gram, but also measured the exact positions of each decoration which he checked with a ruler), you had fun sneaking tastes of the batter and the icing, and booping Victor’s nose with a dollop of icing, which to his surprise you then kissed off, relishing in the adorable hue he turned.

Once the cake was finished and you had tidied up, it was nearing dinnertime and Victor parked you at his dining room table, where he then placed his gourmet dinner in front of you, to your surprise as you hadn’t seen the dishes whilst you were in the kitchen.

Victor loved feeding you even more than you loved eating, and once he had finally given you the okay, you dug in munching the many dishes happily, your eyes upturned in joy and cheeks puffed out like a hamster. Victor ate at a steady pace, watching you and proud that you were having fun.

After clearing the table, Victor turned off the main lights, bathing the room in the golden glow of the fairy lights, and Victor then appeared with the cake, the candles flickering daintily, and his soft baritone voice sang ‘Happy Birthday’ as he approached. A couple tears escaped your eyes as you clasped your hands in front of you, closing your eyes tightly to make your wish, and after blowing out the candles, Victor wiped your wet cheeks with his thumb affectionately calling you a “crybaby”.

He cut you a slice of the cake and then spoon-fed you the piece, before offering you his hand, and confused you placed your hand in his and he kissed the back of it, pulling you up into his arms. He then hummed a soft tune and then slow danced with you and the golden glow of the twinkling lights surrounded you.

“Thank you, Victor.” you smiled up at him, “This was a perfect birthday.”

Victor pressed a kiss to your forehead, not pausing in his dancing steps, promising you sincerely, “Every birthday you have from now on, I’ll make as perfect as this one.”

Lucien

Lucien by nature was a very private person, so he had no problem at all when you asked in you could spend your birthday in private. He lived right next door so spending the day with you wasn’t going to be a problem for him, as he could just pop next door.

He simply smiled, ruffling your hair slightly, as he asked you what your favourite memories of your birthday were, and you snuggled into his side as you were lost in the tales of your memories with your late father.

When the day approached, Lucien told you he’d pick you up, take you out for breakfast and then you’d go out. Lucien had been observing your habits and he knew your favourite fruit (read: MY favourite fruit (sorry if you don’t like them)) was strawberries, and he had planned accordingly.

You woke up excited, smelling the fresh summer breeze and the observing the clear blue skies, and you knew today would be a good day. Lucien waited for you at your front door but looking at your outfit and your bare legs and arms, he made you go back inside to put sunscreen on and to grab a hat.

Throughout breakfast at a cute café you and Lucien frequented regularly, you tried to probe your boyfriend for answers of where you were going next, but Lucien smiling like a cat who got the cream as his answers danced circles around you.

When you arrived so bit your lip excitedly, grabbing Lucien’s arm tightly, eyes lighting up as you saw the sign detailing your activity for today ‘Strawberry Picking’, an activity you had told Lucien you remembered doing with your Dad once when you were very little.

You loved it! You spent most of your day toteing Lucien down each of the aisles, leaning down and parting the leaves to pick the perfect strawberries. Lucien noticing you went for strawberries that were the largest of the bunch, so he often picked strawberries of that size to give you, but to his surprise whenever he raised a strawberry to give to you, he would turn his head and you were holding a strawberry to his lips for him to taste. He let you feed him strawberries, enjoying the warmth of your actions.

When you had eaten your fill of strawberries, Lucien surprised you once again at the gift store where he bought you a punnet of white strawberries (which you cooed over and hugged him tightly in thanks).

Arriving back at your apartment building, Lucien steered you into his apartment rather than yours, and you smiled seeing the covered cake resting on the coffee table, the room covered in metallic hues of streamers and paper chains. You were led over by Lucien and once you were sat down, he retrieved a box of matches from his kitchen and proceeded to light the candles, whilst his soft rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ floated through the room.

After sharing a piece of cake between you and you settled down to cuddle with Lucien, your voice dropped to a whisper as if it would shatter the atmosphere around the two of you, “Thank you for making my birthday so special”

Lucien pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Thank you, for filling my world with your colour.”

Kiro:

As Kiro cannot remember his own birthday, he feels it a privilege to celebrate you, and deep down he is a little envious that you had family to return to after the Black Swan experimentation when you both were kids, who could remind you of such mundane details.

Kiro was used to lavish and jam-packed hectic birthdays on his agency assigned birthday, but he loved your birthday, because although you shared the day with millions and millions of people across the world, that day was yours, and wasn’t given to you by anyone else.

Also, if celebrating your birthday in private means Kiro gets to have HIS Miss Chips all to himself for a whole 24 hours, sign him up!

However, Kiro being the extroverted ball of sunshine he is, didn’t let your wish to spend your birthday in private stop him from organising a small intimate party with your closest friends on the day before. He just wanted to see you be loved, okay?

But your actual birthday... that was all for him, he woke you up bright and early... to the sound of the fire alarm ringing in your apartment. You stumbled out of bed, thinking an intruder had gotten in and started a fire (your brain was still addled from the comic you had read last night), and the last thing you expected to see was your superstar boyfriend, wearing a party hat, standing with a sheepish expression on his face as he held a smoking pan in his hand containing a charred blob that you assumed was pancakes, judging from the bowl of leftover batter on the side.

You giggled, opening the windows to release the smoke before turning around and hip-checking him out of the way, and taking over the breakfast making, although Kiro wanted to surprise you with a perfect breakfast-in-bed, he knew that if the two of you actually wanted to EAT breakfast, he should let you help him.

After watching Kiro drown his pancakes in syrup, you joined him on the table with your stack of pancakes decorated with your favourite toppings. You both munched away, when you stopped and asked a little confused.

“Kiro, not that I don’t want you here, but how did you get into my place?” you asked and when Kiro reached into his pocket and dangled your set of spare keys in front of your face, you rolled your eyes playfully knowing he must have swiped them the last time he was in your apartment.

Once you had finished, Kiro dumped the dishes in the sink and then herded you into the bedroom, opening your closet, and rifling through your clothes and drawers, pulling out a cute and fashionable outfit that matched his, when he gave you your first surprise of the day.

Kiro pulled a white hooded jacket out of a bag he had brought with him a jacket that was identical to his albeit in a smaller size, he handed it to you and you noticed that there was stitching on the left side and in cursive it lovingly read ‘Miss Chips’ and looking up you watched as Kiro pointed to his jacket where it said ‘Sunshine’. You reached out to trace the letters, smiling with wet eyes, as you knew Kiro and you could wear the jackets whenever, and not only would your relationship still be lowkey as it was a generic jacket style, but also you both would be connected whenever you were.

Once you were dressed and Kiro pretended to be shot in the heart at the sight of you as you posed dramatically, you then took a cute couple’s picture (with you positioned with your face buried into the crook of his neck, so your identity was hidden), and Kiro led you downstairs where you climbed into his car.

When you had parked outside of the Amusement Park, Kiro fished his disguise out of his glovebox, and after you adjusted it slightly, you then stepped out. You spent the day running around, going on whichever rides took your fancy, Kiro and you taking plenty of pictures to document your time together. You also ate ALL of the overpriced park food (What Savin doesn’t know, won’t hurt him right? Right?)

As the sun began to make its descent towards the horizon, Kiro grabbed your hand and led you towards the Ferries Wheel. You and he settled in and Kiro sat opposite you, his leg bouncing as he watched you stare entranced at the changing hues of the sky. You had plenty of time to watch the sunset, as the Ferris Wheel stopped as each cabin reached the top, and Kiro soon joined you on your side of the cabin, wrapping his arms around your waist and he kissed the crown of your head.

When you reached the top, your breath hitched as a cool sensation graced your neck, you looked down to see that Kiro had placed a dainty necklace around your neck. You spun around, and threw your arms around his neck, and Kiro smiled into your hair before whispering, “Happy Birthday Miss Chips.” adding the final sentence in his mind, ‘And thank you, for being alive.’

Side note: You know he begged the mysterious chef of Souvenir *cough* Victor *cough* to make you a super sugary birthday cake, that he left in you fridge, and whatever time you reached home, you both ate cake (even if it was the early hours of the morning).

Gavin:

Gavin was Stressed, you were the and I mean THE most precious and important person in his life, and when you had put this much responsibility upon him, he was both touched... and terrified.

He was already struggling with the gift he was going to buy you, and now he had to plan your entire birthday as well, MC are you trying to kill him?! He has called everyone for help, your co-workers, your high school friends, he even suffered through a 2 HOUR phone call with Minor, which very quickly derailed from helping Gavin buy his girlfriend a gift to what Minor wanted for his birthday from Gavin (a birthday that is months away).

Sighing as he hung up the phone after Minor’s call, somehow exhausted and needing a bit of a nap, when Eli poked his head into his office at STF.

“Hey, Gavin?” Eli called.

“Yeah?” Gavin answered tiredly.

Eli came close and placed a neatly wrapped gift box atop his desk, “Can you give this to your girlfriend, I heard it’s her birthday?”

“You got her something?” Gavin glared at Eli, and in response Eli leaned in closely to Gavin, a teasing glint in his eye.

“Why you didn’t?” Eli teased, but when Gavin stood up as if to punch him, he quickly added, “Kidding.”

Gavin sighed and collapsed back into his chair kneading his brow, before Eli broached the topic, “Hey, are you struggling to get her something?” at Gavin’s tried nod Eli tapped his chin thinking before offering an honest suggestion, “If you’re having trouble with a gift, why not show her how much you mean to her instead.”

“What?”

“Well, good luck, tell me how it goes.” Eli didn’t help any further and ducked out of the office before Gavin could question him further.

The morning of your birthday, Gavin appeared brandishing the latest popular breakfast that you had mentioned a couple of days ago, and after catching you as you ran into his arms, breathing in the summery scent of your hair as you giggled, and carrying you back into your apartment before dropping you back onto your feet, and nuzzling your nose whilst saying “Happy Birthday, Love.”

After you had eaten and gotten dressed, Gavin dropped you off on Sparky, kissing your forehead in farewell, watching as you disappeared into your company building. Then he sighed, before flipping the kickstand and driving towards the supermarket.

Gavin frowned, walking down each aisle slowly, constantly checking his phone, where he had his shopping list, and making sure he picked the best ingredients. He finished, and had just packed the bags in the storage compartment on Sparky, when he realised he had forgotten to get you flowers. Cue him standing in a florist, completely red in the face as he explained to the amused florist what kind of flowers he wanted.

After leaving the store, the florist wishing him good luck and waving as he left, Gavin made his way up the staircase up to your apartment. After letting himself in, Gavin found a vase for the flowers, scrunching his brows as he read and followed the instructions, arranged them haphazardly in the vase.

After that Gavin took a deep breath, laying the ingredients out on the counter, and then he set out on the daunting task of cooking for you. Gavin had never been more stressed in his life, he didn’t cook on the regular and when you cooked together, he wasn’t anxious as he knew you were always right beside him. But now he was completely on his own (Minor had offered to come and help him, but Gavin would rather not have that extra headache on his hands).

After making dinner he then had to bake, which was honestly just as bad, the cake thankfully turned out fine, but whilst he was decorating he finished but it just didn’t look right (think the bakery AU end card from the anime). But by the time he had finished decorating with a mix of light blue and gold balloons, and a few paper chains, he heard the sound of your key turning in the lock.

You stared wide-eyed at Gavin, your eyes bouncing from decoration to decoration and finally back to your boyfriend, “Gavin?”

“...Surprise.” Gavin said, scratching the back of his neck, nervously.

“You did this for me?” your smile grew, touched.

Gavin led you to the table, pulling out your chair for you and when you were sat down, he then went to the kitchen and presented the food to you, he watched with bated breath for your verdict. Pushing down the tears pricking at your eyes, you complimented Chef Gavin, pointing out your favourites out of the dishes that he had made.

Then Gavin, after gathering the dishes and making sure you remained seated, hurried into the kitchen and then his soft tone began to sing, and you gasped, Gavin carefully carried in the clumsily decorated cake that you could see was even a tad lopsided, and the tears you had kept at bay came flooding out.

Gavin hastily placed the cake on the table and then hovered nervously around you, you reached up and cradled his face, Gavin covering your small hands with his larger ones, watching as you smiled through your tears.

“I know it’s a mess, and it’s not as well-made as-” Gavin began, but you quickly shook your head.

“It’s perfect. Perfect Gavin.” You interrupted, “You did all this for me? Why?”

“You say that you look after me because you love me...” he reaffirmed and at your nod he continued, “Well, because I love you, I wanted to show you, in the best way I know how.”

You pulled Gavin close and the two of you rested your foreheads against each other as you calmed down, before Gavin reached back into his back pocket and pulled out a box, and he then clipped a necklace around your neck. Pulling back you lifted it up, the golden gingko leaf catching the light, and the accompanying silver circle pendant, had both your birthdates engraved upon it.

“Gavin you didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to, because as you told me, the purpose of a birthday is the celebrate the person and show how much you love them.”

Gavin had to brace himself as you threw yourself at him, and for the rest of the day you two cuddled on your sofa, feeding each other bites of the birthday cake, that you could say ‘hand on heart’ was the best birthday cake you had ever tasted.

Shaw:

He teased you so much that because you were now an “old lady, you probably couldn’t handle a party anyway.”

“Shaw I’m only two years older than you!” you had pouted, pushing him as he laughed out loud.

However when you told him about the birthday you spent with your father, he froze completely, although Shaw’s relationship with his father was basically non-existent, he could see how much you treasured the memories you had with yours. So, he agreed (pretending to be reluctant) to spend your birthday with you at home.

However, that being said, he does surprisingly put a lot of thought into celebrating his birthday, after all you are his girl, and being the competitive person he is, there is no way he is going to give you a regular old birthday.

He spends months, planning it, and when he saw one of your favourite artists was holding a small-scale concert in a hole-in-the-wall bar just outside Loveland City, you can bet he stayed up all night to snag two tickets for you.

However, that doesn’t stop him from pretending he had forgotten your birthday whenever you “casually” brought it up. Your sad puppy-eyes and pout tugging at his heartstrings but he smirked inwardly knowing how much more exciting the reveal would be on your actual birthday.

“You know we’re coming into (zodiac sign) season.”

“Yeah, real interesting isn’t it?”

“...” you huffed and pouted, cheeks puffing out like a hamster.

“You know if the wind changes, you’ll be stuck with that ugly expression on your face.”

“Shaw!”

When your birthday finally arrived, you woke up sighing, answering messages on social media, a little put out that your friends from high school still remembered your birthday, but your boyfriend didn’t, when you heard a knock on the door.

To your surprise, you opened the door to reveal a smirking Shaw, who then he spun you around and herded you into the bedroom, pulling an outfit out of your closet, teasing you on your more girly and frilly articles, and then pointed at the bathroom telling you to “get dressed already” as he waited for you, he threw himself onto your bed to take a quick nap. Re-emerging, you saw him softly breathing, and you felt a little sorry for him as you knew he had just pulled an all-nighter to write his essay, so you gently woke him up, shaking him and calling in a soft tone.

Waking up Shaw couldn’t help but comment that you “took so long, I fell asleep”, and to be fair he deserved the pillow you smashed into his face.

You were surprised to see that Shaw didn’t have his skateboard with him, and not wanting to give away the surprise he smiled secretively and said you “wouldn’t need it where you were going.” Arriving at the Subway Station Shaw left you at the counter to buy breakfast, whilst he grabbed the tickets, and then he as he walked back, he noticed a couple of guys eyeing you up. As quick as lightning (see what I did there 😉 ), Shaw had an arm locked around your waist, guiding you to the right platform, glaring at the guys as he passed them, throwing in an affectionate “babe” for good measure.

You were bouncing in your seat listening carefully at each stop for the name of the stop and watching Shaw movement’s to hopefully clue you in on what was going on. Finally, Shaw helped you off the train, and it was only when you arrived in the queue you noticed the posters and it all clicked.

“Shaw, you did not.”

“What did you think we were here for, to sightsee?” Ignoring Shaw’s comment, you threw your arms around Shaw’s neck pressing a kiss to his cheek as you giggled excitedly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you called, and highs of Shaw’s cheeks pinked, as his hands rested lightly on your back.

To stroke Shaw’s ego even more, you remained starry-eyed throughout the entire concert, dancing and swaying, singing the lyrics at the top of your lungs, whilst Shaw watched you fondly and bemusedly as your dancing was still as awkward as ever, but you looked like you were having the time of your life, and he remembered what captivated him in the first place, your “weirdness” had always been endearing to him.

As you left and made your way home, you continued to chatter to Shaw the whole way, Shaw remained silent but watched each of the minute expression changes you went through. However, when you stepped out of the Subway Station, a deluge fell down, you frowned when Shaw grabbed your hand and pulled you into the rain.

“Shaw, what are you doing?” you called, shielding your eyes from the downpour.

“What I thought you loved this kind of cheesy romance?” he laughed as he led you into a dance, and you frown soon grew into a smile as Shaw danced you through the heavy downpour, soaking your clothes completely, and you looked fondly at your boyfriend, hoping for many more birthdays containing more spontaneous adventures.

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Part One

She was going to kill Karin. And her stupid boyfriend. She was going to kill Karin and her boyfriend and then take back the armchair she let them have as a moving-in-together gift.

Sakura wasn’t that surprised when Karin told her she was moving out. She had been spending so much time at Suigetsu’s apartment, it was as if she had already moved out months ago. It was only a matter of time before the two of them would officially move in together.

Karin had been considerate and had found her a new roommate before she gave her the news. And although Sakura wasn’t too keen on the idea of living with a stranger—a man at that—she was willing to put up with it for her friend’s happiness.

At least for a few months while she looked for a new place if possible.

Unfortunately for Sakura, she couldn’t set a day to actually meet her new roommate before he was set to move in. Their schedules conflicted most days so Karin went ahead and took care of all of the necessary paperwork and was present when he moved in. With how things had begun, Sakura assumed she wouldn’t meet her new roommate until her day off.

She hadn’t expected to run into him as she was leaving for work at the bakery at three in the morning and he was coming home smelling of booze.

She definitely didn’t expect to see her ex-boyfriend holding a key to her apartment.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Sasuke muttered, running a hand through his messy, jet black hair.

“You’re my new roommate?” Sakura scoffed, wringing her hands in the scarf she was attempting to put on on her way out. “How did you not know that I was Karin’s roommate?”

Sasuke looked at her impassively for a moment, as if mulling over what he wanted to say before pushing past her and saying, “I’m going to bed.”

“What? We’re not even going to talk about this?”

“If we start now, you’re going to be late for work,” he called back to her without turning around. “Can’t have that can we?”

Sakura scoffed but couldn’t retort. He was right. If she missed her bus she was going to have to wait for the next one and it would cause her to be late.

She wanted nothing more than to bang on his bedroom door and demand that he come out and speak with her. How could he just go to sleep!?

“We’re talking when I get back!” She shouted, grabbing the front door. Sakura waited but there was no response. She growled in frustration and slammed the door behind her on her way out.

“Have you been taking your anger out on dough again?” Ino commented dryly between page flips of a cake catalogue, pointing out cute designs to the toddler sitting on her lap and cooing.

Sakura rubbed her temple with the heel of her palm and sighed. It was one in the afternoon and she had spent the day busy working on custom orders. At the moment she was sitting through a consultation with her childhood friend who needed to order a birthday cake for her son, Inojin. She had tried to throw herself into baking and packaging orders but now that there was a slow down where it was only her and two of the shop clerks, her mind was free to think about how her ex was now living with her.

“You know how Karin moved out and found me a roommate?”

“Uh-huh, it was kind of unexpected. Isn’t it a little early though? They’ve only been dating for━”

“Sasuke is the roommate she found me.”

“Holy━sorry, honey.” Ino interrupted herself and covered her son’s ears. “Holy shit!”

“I wanted to call her and chew her out but in her defense, she doesn’t know he’s my ex-boyfriend.” Sakura slumped in her seat, took a fork and dug into one of the cake slices she brought out for tasting. “When I did get a chance to talk to her earlier, she said that apparently Suigetsu is best buddies with him and Kiba. Kiba and Sasuke were rooming with their friend Shino but the lease was coming to an end and Shino was moving away for a teaching job and Kiba decided to move in with his fiancée. So━”

“So Sasuke needed a new place quick and conveniently Suigetsu knew a place close enough to his workplace and with someone that desperately needed a new roommate.”

Sakura tossed the fork over her shoulder in defeat and dropped her head into her hands. Ino reached over and patted her arm in a comforting manner.

“I give you guys two weeks.”

“Two weeks for what?” Sakura lifted her head up to narrow her eyes at Ino. “Before we kill each other?”

Ino covered Inojin’s ears one more time and said, “Two weeks before you’re fucking.”

“Ino!” Sakura sat up, looking affronted, hand clutching the front of her apron.

“You guys used to go at it like rabbits,” Ino gave her a sly smile, “and it’s not like you guys broke up because you grew to hate each other.”

“That was years ago, Ino.” Sakura rolled her eyes and pushed the cake slices closer to Inojin. He immediately sank his fingers into the cake and ate from his hands. “He’s probably moved on anyway.”

“It was the stupidest break up.”

“I know it was, but we were so busy and our schedules never aligned. It was frustrating.” Sakura sighed and stared off into space. “It’s been four years…”

Ino took out some wet wipes and cleaned Inojin’s chubby fingers. “So what are you going to do?”

Sakura shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” Ino looked at her incredulously. “You’re just going to live with him and not do a thing about it.”

“I didn’t even notice he was there for three days already.” Sakura shrugged again. “And our schedules never sync up. I really don’t think it will be an issue.”

“Unless he brings someone home,” Ino said the words slowly so Sakura couldn’t miss what she was telling her.

“He’s not as insensitive as that.” Sakura crossed her arms in front of her chest. The action was to get as close to hugging herself without actually doing it.

The truth was that the Sasuke she knew wasn’t insensitive. But she didn’t know this Sasuke; a Sasuke that was twenty-five instead of the twenty year old she knew and loved.

The new apartment was a lot closer to the tattoo parlor he worked at than his old place. It was one of the things that sold him on it when Suigetsu mentioned that Karin was moving in with him and leaving her old roomie without. That and the washer and dryer included in the apartment which meant no more paying at a laundromat or to use the communal laundry center.

Sasuke wasn’t too keen on sharing a space with a woman he didn’t know but Karin insisted that his roommate was clean and quiet and that with her work schedule he wouldn’t be running into her except on Sundays when her bakery was closed.

Bakery.

That was the first sign that had him want to put the pen down and walk away. Because baking is what she wanted to do for a living. But what were the odds that Karin was talking about her? There were tons of bakeries in the city and Sakura didn’t own one the last time he checked.

But that was five years ago when she was nineteen and too young. She was still pretty young to be a business owner but with Sakura’s tenacity there was a highly likely chance that she would have her own shop. And wasn’t that one of the reasons she had been saving every penny she could when she started working?

Shaking his head of all of those thoughts, he had signed the documents that would transfer him as the new leasee replacing Karin.

It wasn’t until he was moving in that Sasuke found out who exactly Karin’s roommate had been.

Suigetsu and he were bringing in boxes while Karin gave him a tour of the apartment when he saw the photos on the wall. Anyone could dye their hair pink but what were the odds that another pink haired woman around Karin’s age would have gone to Catholic school for high school and wore the same uniform that Sakura used to prance around in.

“Sakura is pretty sentimental so she has photos all over the apartment,” he distantly heard Karin explain as he examined all of the photos that were lined up in the hallway leading to the bedrooms. “Come check out the bathroom. It’s pretty big ‘cause the washer and dryer are set up in there. There’s a door to block out that area from the toilet and shower cabin for some privacy. It’s frosted glass but you can’t really see what’s going on on the other side.”

Karin hadn’t been friends with Sakura when the two of them had been dating so he couldn’t fault her for not knowing but Suigetsu did know that Sakura was his ex.

An ex he was still kind of hung up on.

Which is why after work he headed to the bar with Kiba and Tamaki, Kiba’s fiancée. They were supposed to celebrate him finding a new place but after Kiba asked why Suigetsu wasn’t there, Sasuke explained that he was banned from their usual bar for a few weeks because he let him move in with his ex without warning him.

If he was lucky he would never have to run into Sakura while he was living there. Because wasn’t that the cause of their breakup before? With her busy culinary school schedule and apprenticeship and then his work at the parlor running into late at night, they barely saw each other.

So stumbling in slightly drunk and a little high at three in the morning, Sasuke didn’t expect to see her on the other side of the apartment door in the middle of bundling up for the November cold.

Sakura still looked like she did at nineteen but different at the same time. Her face had lost most of the roundness of youth, but her figure was no longer as slim. She was still on the thin side, but unlike Karin who was all sharp edges and harsh angles, Sakura had filled out either with age or from eating one too many of her own cupcakes.

Sasuke ran a hand through his hair before tucking the arm it was attached to behind his head. He was finding it difficult to stay asleep which was all he had planned on doing before work for the day. Sakura had said something about talking later and he had been dreading having to have the conversation. He vaguely recalled saying something snarky about her running late for work. No doubt she would be upset over that.

The conversation was going to happen. But considering he would be gone before she came home from work, who knew when it would actually take place.

If he was lucky, she would wait until they were home and not find him at work like she used to.

When Sasuke first met Sakura she was wearing all of the cliche warning signs.

He was busy sketching when she strolled into the shop. Sasuke was supposed to be manning the reception desk and was likely to get bitched at by his cousin’s best friend for not paying attention.

“Hey,” greeted a cheerful voice.

Looking up from his sketchbook, Sasuke blinked in confusion at what he was seeing. Before him stood two teenage girls wearing the dark green tartan patterned pleated skirt and white button down shirt of a school uniform. The blonde one had a sweater wrapped around her waist but the slightly shorter girl with rose gold hair had a cream colored school cardigan with the school crest emblazoned on the left side of her chest.

“Our Lady of Sorrows is seven blocks,” Sasuke pointed out the door, “that way.”

“We have an appointment.” The blonde girl blew a bubble with her gum and popped it. “The school day also ended like an hour ago, dude.”

Raising an eyebrow, he flipped through the appointment book and asked, “names?”

“Ino Yamanaka and Sakura Haruno,” the girl with the pink hair answered, pointing at the girl that matched the names she gave. “We have an appointment with my cousin Sasori.”

Looking down the schedule log there it was. The new piercer did have an appointment with an Ino and a Sakura.

“Aren’t piercings prohibited at catholic schools?” Sasuke asked, eyeing the uniforms.

“Yeah, but you can’t get caught if you get them where the nuns can’t see them.” The pink haired girl winked at him, green eyes sparkling mischievously.

“What kind of piercings are you getting then?” He asked, taking out the waiver forms.

“Belly button for Ino.” The blonde girl raised her hand and took her form and filled out the form.

He turned to Sakura and waited for her answer. Her lips turned upwards at the corners in a coy smile.

“Hips.”

Even now, if Sasuke closed his eyes and concentrated on the memory of Sakura swiveling her hips as he thrust up into her, he could see the jewelry twinkling at him as she dipped her hips.

A lot of years had gone by since that first encounter and Sasuke was no longer the shop slave he was during his apprenticeship and Sakura was no longer that rebellious catholic school girl.

It didn’t stop him from wondering if her dermals were still in place or if after all those years her skin rejected the piercings and they had to be removed.

“What’s up with you, kid?” He felt someone ruffle his hair and he swatted at the air. The only one that had the courage to do so was Konan, one of their piercers.

“Nothing,” he replied, sanitizing the tattoo bed before his next client showed up.

“His ex girlfriend found out he lives with her,” Kiba cackled from his work station. Sasuke took his discarded gloves and threw them across the room until they hit him with a smack. “Ow!”

“Why would that be a surprise?” Konan asked. Sasuke made himself busy taking needles to the autoclave to avoid responding.

“She works baker’s hours,” Sasuke heard Kiba responding for him. “They have opposing schedules so Sui’s girlfriend took care of everything.”

“Good luck with that.” Konan went to the reception counter to check the appointment book. She had already moved on from the conversation.

I’m going to need more than luck, Sasuke grumbled inwardly.

Sakura drummed her fingers against her mug, nails clinking against the ceramic. She knew Sasuke wouldn’t get home until late so she called the co-owner of her bakery and asked her to oversee the baking of the everyday goods the following morning.

While Sakura mostly ran the show in the kitchen—Hinata being too soft and gentle to command the staff—she was mostly the cake artist and worked on custom orders. It was a lot more relaxed than the job she had as a pastry chef for the high end hotel in the city, but it still demanded a lot of her time.

She could spend hours of her day just to work on a cake that would still take her three days to make all of the components for it.

It wasn’t until one in the morning that the front door creaked open, keys jingling as they were pulled out of the lock.

“You stayed up.” Sasuke toed his boots off and lined them up next to hers. The leather work boots were of a popular brand so they hadn’t alarmed Sakura despite them being part of Sasuke’s signature look.

Sakura stood up from his seat at the couch and wrapped her oversized cardigan tighter around her body. She hugged herself, feeling exposed in her pajamas. “I said we had to talk.”

“There’s not much to talk about.” Sasuke tossed his keys on the kitchen island. Sakura grabbed them and placed them on a wall hook next to her own set of keys. “I need a place to live, you need a roommate. That’s it.”

“That’s it?” Sakura asked, voice soft and slow, urging him to re-examine their situation. When he continued to stare at her impassively, Sakura scoffed.

“I didn’t know you were Karin’s roommate until I was moving in.”

“I know.” Sakura ran a hand through her hair, pushing her bangs back. Sasuke wasn’t a liar. At least the Sasuke she knew wasn’t a liar. “I know.”

“So is this the end of the discussion?” Sasuke’s eyes drifted from her to the hallway behind her. It was late and all he wanted was to get to bed. “I don’t really see any problem with us living together. You didn’t even notice that I was here for three days.”

The problem is that I never got over you. “Alright, if there’s no problem then let’s go over the rules.”

“Rules?” Sasuke gave her a blank look.

“Yes, rules. Karin and I had them and now so will we.”

“Okay.” Sasuke crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the island. “What are your rules?”

“Rule number one: no fucking on the couch.”

Sasuke’s eyes went wide and he choked on an inhale. “That’s a rule you guys had or is that one you made for me?”

“That was an actual rule we had.” Sakura shivered in disgust. “Suigetsu has a very pale ass.”

“Yeah, everyone’s seen more of Sui than they’ve ever wanted to.”

“Rule number two: toilet seat needs to be put back down after use.”

“Okay, that’s definitely one you made up for me.” Sasuke stood you straighter and looked her up and down. “Do I get to make rules too?”

“I will consider them.”

“Alright.” Sasuke was silent for a moment as he pondered. “No obnoxious noises such as vacuuming when you know the other is sleeping.”

“That’s reasonable.” Sakura sat down on one of the bar stools at the island and took out her notepad. She took out a pen and wrote down a few lines. “I do my laundry twice a week━Wednesdays and Sundays, usually around noon. Having a schedule kind of helps out ‘cause the laundry room is in the bathroom.”

They went back and forth writing down rules and going over each other’s work schedule. Sakura tapped the pen on the table and took a deep breath. She didn’t want to step on any toes or be misunderstood but she needed to bring up an uncomfortable topic.

“No overnight guests.” Sasuke raised an eyebrow and in a rush to recover Sakura blurted out, “for either of us! At least not without a heads up. I don’t want to be walking around in my underwear and there’s a stranger in my home.”

“Why would you be walking around in your━?”

“I sleep like that sometimes!” Sakura snapped, cheeks heating up. “I wake up to use the bathroom or get water and I’m too drowsy to consider pants.”

“Why do you sleep in your underwear if you get cold easily?” Sasuke’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“I come home too tired to change so I just sleep in my underwear.” Sakura stomped her foot. Sasuke raised an eyebrow. “Don’t judge me!”

“Just remember that I live here now and will see your ass if you decide that pants are too much,” Sasuke yawned, “effort. I’m going to bed now.”

Sakura watched him head to his room with a frown on her face. It wasn’t until she heard the lock on his door click that she let out an exhausted sigh.

Does he have to look cute when he’s sleepy?

“Is this too much for a three year old’s birthday?” Sakura sat back and looked thoughtfully at her sketch with her chin resting on her fist.

Hinata shrugged as she continued to pipe buttercream flowers. “I mean it’s more for Ino, isn't it?”

“God,” Sakura rolled her eyes, “it really is. I’m sure Inojin would be happy with a dinosaur on a cake instead of a dinosaur made out of cake.”

Hinata giggled softly as she continued to make a bouquet out of cupcakes. She was working on cupcakes for a bridal shower. Sakura had helped her with the structure to make it appear that it was suspended in the air and now all she had to do was decorate it.

When Sakura had met Hinata, the young woman wasn’t the best baker. It was an issue of confidence and being unsure if it was the best decision she had made. Upon discovering that Hinata had a few years to become a successful baker or get married to a man her father chose, Sakura took her under her wing and when they were ready they used Hinata’s trust fund to secure a location.

At that point Sakura already had a reputation for her cake sculptures so they lucked out.

Just because Sakura couldn’t be with the person she loved, it didn’t mean she was going to watch someone give up on their dream and marry someone they were forced to.

“So how has Tinder been working out for you?” Sakura drawled as she took out the ingredients she was going to need.

“I prefer Bumble, actually,” Hinata mumbled, face flushing pink. “You know it’s weird describing myself as pleasantly plump. Usually I would just say fat or chubby.”

“But you are pleasantly plump,” Sakura teased her. “And good call on Bumble. Message any guys?”

“I might have,” Hinata muttered under her breath, face turning a dark shade of red.

“Oh, you dirty slut.”

“We only met for coffee!” Hinata insisted over Sakura’s laughter. Sakura waved her hand at her and tried to reign in her laughter. It was quiet in the kitchen until Hinata said, “I wouldn’t have minded though. He has such pretty blue eyes.”

Sakura only stopped laughing when Hinata threw buttercream at her face.

The assistants walked in from the front of the shop to find Sakura covered in pink and purple frosting, armed with a piping bag full of green frosting, and Hinata shielding her cupcake sculpture.

Sakura was exhausted by the time she got home. It was one of those rare days where she didn’t get home until late. There was so much math and engineering into creating cake sculptures and trial and error.

She slumped against her apartment door and groaned. She had just unlocked the door but had no energy to push it open.

“You’re almost there, don’t pass out now.” Turning slightly, Sakura mumbled incoherently at the sight of Sasuke holding a take out bag. “Jesus Christ, you’re dead on your feet.”

“Carry me,” Sakura grumbled.

Sighing to himself, Sasuke handed her the bag of takeout and crouched down, scooping her legs up and cradling her. “How the fuck did Karin deal with you? She’s twiggy.”

“Suigetsu was usually around or she’d drag me across the floor.” Sakura opened the bag of food and examined the contents as Sasuke set her down on the couch. “Anything I’d like in here?”

“I thought you would be sleeping, but I have some stuff you could tolerate.” He grabbed two plates and brought them to the coffee table and began to serve her some of his food. “Do you ever take a break?”

“I have a day off tomorrow technically.”

“But you’re going to go to work.” Sasuke shook his head, unruly hair swaying around his face. “Typical.”

And with that Sakura lost all desire to eat despite not having had anything to eat all day except for some bread and tastings.

“Hey, where are you? It’s getting weird just sitting here. I can order right now if you’re nearby.”

“Oh, shoot! Sasuke I’m sorry but I’m still at work.”

“Wasn't today your day off?”

So what if she was a “workaholic?” If she were a man no one would see anything wrong with how much she worked.

She knew that eventually she was going to be faced with reminders of what a shitty girlfriend she had been, but she had hoped that she would be alone as she looked back on all of the mistakes she had made.

Sasuke had forgiven her for the first missed date but once he had been stood up a second, third, fourth, fifth time he stopped making any plans for them.

“I gotta take this coat off,” Sakura mumbled, fumbling with the buttons. Sasuke reached over and helped her get free of her coat and then hung it up on the hooks by the door. If he was going to be this nice for the duration of the time they lived together, the shittier she was going to feel.

“Karin said you owned a bakery. When did that happen?” He handed her a plate full of food, much more food than Sakura would have served herself, but one look from Sasuke had her clamming up and taking the set of chopsticks he placed flat across her palm.

“A few years ago…” Sakura swallowed a bite of dumpling. “It was kind of an accident.”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow and paused in his chewing. Sakura laughed through her nose and explained to him how she had met Hinata.

She had been working at the same high end hotel she had done her apprenticeship when Hinata had been hired on the spot. The tiny, plump woman was quiet and stuttered when speaking to her coworkers because no one wanted her there.

Hinata had been hired because of her last name—the hotel being owned by the Hyūga family—with no references nor any culinary school training which was required to work at the Michelin star hotel restaurant. Due to the fact they were around the same age and because she was the newest hire, Sakura was tasked with watching over the woman. No one else would take up the responsibility thinking that Hinata would hold them back.

Sakura just couldn’t leave Hinata alone. She reminded her so much of herself when she was younger. She helped to train her during her off time and guided her through the French techniques that Sakura had been trained in.

The desire to learn and the drive was there, hidden under the fear of failure.

Sakura moved on to work at a custom cake shop where she could use more of her artistic abilities. Eventually the owner was ready to retire and was willing to sell the store to her.

She wanted to own her shop one day. It was part of her goals but brick and mortar shops were expensive. If it weren’t for Hinata’s trust fund she would never have been able to afford the shop. The two of them had kept in touch and when Sakura found out that Hinata was on her way to quitting being a pastry chef, they made plans to go into business together.

Sasuke listened to her story, never interjecting but nodding at certain intervals and slight facial shifts showing that Sakura still had his attention.

“So what have you been up to?” Sakura asked, digging through the leftover noodles in one of the cartons.

“I still work at the same shop. I moved out a few years ago. Funnily enough it was my mom that was on my case not my dad.”

“Really?” Sakura was genuinely shocked.

When she had last seen Fugaku he wasn’t the biggest supporter of Sasuke’s chosen profession. He had paid for him to go to art school, not to waste his talent working at a tattoo parlor. His mother, Mikoto, was the one that had always been his personal cheerleader.

“I think it was all of the new ink,” Sasuke gestured to his sleeve covered arms, “that really did it for my mom. She always made faces at them and commented about what kind of girl I thought I would be attracting with them.”

I always liked your tattoos. Sakura shrugged and stuffed noodles into her mouth to keep from commenting out loud.

When Sakura was just freshly eighteen and finishing her final year of high school, Sasuke was the exact kind of guy her grandmother had wanted her to stay away from. She had left money behind in her will for Sakura to attend the same school she and Sakura’s mother, Mebuki, had attended.

Our Lady of Sorrows was a Catholic private school that Sakura’s parents wouldn’t have been able to afford without the money her grandmother had left behind. She had probably hoped that Sakura would go to private school, be abstinent, go to college and then medical school and then eventually marry a doctor.

It was too bad that Sakura preferred to be in the kitchen with her father a lot more than she cared for her school. If they had let her stay in public school there may have been a better chance of her focusing on her studies and eventually going to medical school like her grandma had wanted her to. Sakura had been miserable at Our Lady of Sorrows, her only solace being Ino and baking.

And Sasuke.

Sasuke had been the kind of cliché salvation a teenage girl fantasized about. And she still couldn’t believe that at one point in their lives, she had been his.

Ino cut off the boy that usually sat at the desk in front of Sakura and slid into the seat, a manic look in her eyes. “Guess what?”

“I’m not playing this game,” Sakura laughed, completely ignoring the boy that was frowning at Ino.

“Well, fine. Be boring.” Ino huffed, blowing her bangs up and letting them flop back on her face. “But anyway so I was talking to your cousin Sasori━”

“Ino, he’s way too old for you and he’s gay. And you have a boyfriend.”

“That’s not why I was talking to your cousin, Billboard Brow.” Ino flicked Sakura’s forehead. “But anywho. So I went to visit your cousin at that parlor he’s working at now ‘cause I wanna get those piercings you wanted for your birthday━no arguments. They’re on me. We’re going after school.”

“That’s awfully generous of you.” Sakura pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at her. “Is Sasori giving you a discount?”

Ino scoffed. “I wish! That miser,” she grumbled. Ino shook her hair out and then smiled slyly at her. “But that’s not even the best part.”

Sakura rolled her eyes. Ino was really milking the big surprise. She was too impatient for this and the homeroom teacher would show up soon.

“Remember that mega hottie from the public school at the student showcase down at The Factory Art Center?”

Sakura groaned, dropping her head onto her planner. How could she forget? She was just lucky that he hadn’t seen her run straight into a wall because she had been so distracted. The only good thing that came about that was that Ino met her boyfriend Sai that day. And that the boy hadn’t noticed her accident.

It had been a student showcase for the senior students in the schools in the city and Sakura and Ino attended for extra credit. Sakura had been mindlessly looking at all of the pieces until a tall boy wearing all black with messy hair had caught her eye. She had barely heard Ino call out “Dibs!” before she ran into one of the pillars because she wasn’t paying attention to where she was walking.

Ino had given up chase and did her best friend duties by checking up on Sakura. Luckily for her, a different dark haired boy had seen the whole thing and had come over to help out and Ino got her older boyfriend anyway.

“That was almost a whole year ago. Why must you remind me that I embarrassed myself in front of like, seven different senior classes.”

“Mega hottie works at the parlor your cousin does. He’s an apprentice-slash-shop slave.”

That, Sakura hadn’t expected. She had seen his work and expected him to go off to art school and then maybe come back to The Factory Art Center to be a resident artist or for him to even switch tracks and work at Glass & Iron━he did have some lampwork and some welding work as part of his showcase.

“So what?” Sakura swallowed. The grin on Ino’s face was foreboding.

“So,” Ino reached over and played with the ends of Sakura’s long pink hair, “someone is going to take her cute butt down there and finally meet him.”

“Sakura.”

Sakura blinked at the hand that waved in front of her face. Sasuke looked down at her with concern. She looked just about ready to pass out in her noodles.

“Are you okay? You should probably get to bed.” He would just have to clean up everything on his own. And if she tried to go to work on her day off, he’d call the tiny red terror━Karin or Sakura’s cousin, Sasori━to force her to rest for once.

Sakura rubbed her eye with the back of her little fist and murmured, “I should. Thank you for the food.”

She was so small and tired, Sasuke just wanted to scoop her up and bundle her up in her blankets. But then he remembered that she would be going to her own room and he would be going to his and there were four years between now and when he was hers.

Did she still curl herself inward like a cat when she slept? Bury herself under three blankets that weighed almost as much she did?

He could help her to her room and find out. She was dead on her feet and would probably need him to keep from stumbling and running into a wall. It would be so easy to just curl his arm around her waist, pull her closer to his sturdier frame.

It would be easy, oh so easy. And that’s why Sasuke left her to her own devices.

#sasusaku #ss fanfiction #day!fics

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Alan (7)

Alan and Richie were enjoying a surprise moment of intimacy. Unthinkingly, Richie had put dish soap in the dishwasher, and their kitchen had become flooded over with suds. Richie had smiled sheepishly as Alan laughed at the sight, coming upon the disaster at their return from the grocery store. Richie had pouted as Alan loaded the cart with his favorite snacks, acting, as always, unashamedly, grabbing party-size chips all while asking Richie how he could help his more and more fitness-obsessed boyfriend with meal planning. As they cleaned up, teased each other, and commented on how much cleaner the floor was, they felt like the couple they had started out as.

As he watched his boyfriend bend over, his once flat ass slightly more rounder and his belly hanging beneath him, Richie felt, for the first time, there was something undeniably cute about his boyfriend, even at a larger size. What’s more, he remembered how much of a partner Alan was, fussing over him, supporting him, and, as he was now, cleaning up after him.

As Alan bent over, Richie stepped over the suds and put his pelvis against his boyfriend’s ass. “You seemed to have dropped a lot of soap, private.”

Alan rolled his eyes and smiled. “I think you’ve got the wrong person.”

“Disrespect as well? I think you’re in need of some discipline.”

Alan, realizing Richie was in the mood (or reluctant to clean up), back slightly back into his boyfriend. “Maybe,” he said, “maybe I do.”

They were in bed before they had completely finished, and Richie had his hands around his boyfriend’s growing love handles, drinking in every moan his thrusting cock forced out of Alan. When they had both finished, the two curled up and Alan could not help but notice how unselfconsciously Richie had his arm around him. He wondered if it couldn’t always be like this.

“I have the sexiest boyfriend,” said Alan, who knew it was Richie would want to hear.

Richie smiled and squeezed Alan. Richie’s own body had gotten harder, leaner. He felt very proud of it, very masculine, as he felt proud of his sexual prowess. He had become more confident in the last few months. He realized how much he missed enjoying his boyfriend’s body and suddenly he felt a pang of guilt for being so withholding over the last months.

“I am sexy,” said Richie. He decided to push his luck and see if he could get a little worship out of Alan.

“Huge dick, shredded abs, tight firm ass…”

Suddenly, Richie squeezed Alan’s belly and said with a bit of a snarl. “You should be thankful…look at yourself…”

Alan decided to try something as well. “I’ve been trying to diet for you…like you tell me to, sir…but I just can’t control myself…” Alan could feel Richie jolt a bit behind him.

“How hard is it to keep the donut out of your mouth?” He turned Alan on his back and straddled himself over him, lording over him. “See this? All discipline.” He ran his fingers up and down his flat stomach. “In my house we’re disciplined, and it’s high time I reminded you of that.”

RIchie bent over and leaned up close to Alan’s face. “Diet starts tomorrow. But let’s give that fat ass of yours a send off.” He turned Alan over, slapped his ass hard as he thought he could, and pushed Alan’s head into the pillow. Alan had grazed one of Richie’s sexual nerves: punishment for disobedience.

The couple enjoyed a second round, and Alan was lost in ecstasy. Richie was making love to his body and not in spite of it. As they finished again, they cuddled again, Richie’s hand on the center of Alan’s stomach.

“I’m kind of a jerk,” said Richie out of nowhere, drowsily, ready for a nap.

“I don’t know. You said you were a libertarian when we met and now you’re…” Alan paused. “Well, I knew you would be a lifelong project.”

Richie chuckled, turned over and went to sleep. Alan got up, cleaned the kitchen and made himself a large sundae as he waited for his boyfriend to wake up from his nap.

That night, as the two agreed to order pizza. When it came, Richie ate one slice, ate the entirety of the side salad, and then said he was going to answer emails. “Diet starts tomorrow, fat ass. So that better not be in the fridge when I get up in the morning,” he said, pointing to the pizza.

“Don’t you want some for tomorrow?”

“Just do as you're told.” Richie went into the bedroom and shut the door behind him.

Alan worked on the pizza throughout the night, going to bed late and sleeping through Richie’s alarm. When he got up, he noticed that all his purchases from the day before were missing from the kitchen and there was health magazine article printed on how to strategically count calories.

He had a good curse at Richie and realized that this could be the real signal of the end of things. “Fucking controlling asshole. Was fucking too good to be true…” When he went to grab his coat to go out and buy more, he saw a box that hadn’t been there the day before. On it was a post it note that read in Richie’s chicken scratch: “Richie’s stuff — KEEP OUT!” Alan opened it and saw almost the entirety of everything he had bought yesterday.

Alan was stunned. “So that’s your game,” he thought, as he pulled out a bag of cookies and went to eat them as he lay on the couch watching daytime TV.

Richie called around 1:30 asking if Alan had read the article, saying he knew he did not want to be mean but it was for his own good.

“You’re the man of the house,” responded Alan.

“I’m gonna have to come down hard on you if you cheat, you know. I’m doing this for you, and I would hate to be disrespected.”

Alan put a whole cookie in his mouth, chewed, swallowed and then finally said a minute later, “I know, sir.”

“Excuse me, are you eating something?” Asked Richie.

“No, sir.”

“That’s what I thought.” Alan reveled in finally having found a way to draw Richie in. He went to the grocery store and delicately replaced the bag of cookies that he had eaten (and "stealthily” added some candy bars).

When Richie came home, he had a wrapped up piece of cake from an office birthday party. “I didn’t want to be impolite so I took a piece but you know I don’t eat this stuff…” He looked at Alan and sighed. “And you’re on a diet. I’ll just leave it here; would you toss it?”

“Of course.”

“I’m gonna take a shower,” said Richie. While Richie was gone from the room, Alan scarfed the cake down, cleared all evidence, and was reading in the couch as Richie came out, a towel wrapped around him, his torso still damp.

“Did you toss the cake?”

“All gone,” said Alan.

“Good,” said Richie smiling devilishly. You don’t need any more temptations right now.” Alan ran his hand up and down his abs. “Nothing more than this.” It struck him that while he didn’t know about how he felt about a fat Alan, he did know that he couldn’t deny how hot it seemed that the evidence of his disobedience would be there, hanging off his body, trembling as Richie fucked his brains out to remind him who was the authority around here.

This was an arrangement Alan felt that he could quite happily live with.

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Wishing For This

For @dailysvu’s Amanda Rollins Week

Day 7: Family Characters: Amanda Rollins, Kim Rollins, Beth Anne Rollins, Fin Tutuola, Olivia Benson, Sonny Carisi, Jesse Rollins, Kat Tamin, Billie Rollins, Noah Porter Benson Relationship: Amanda Rollins / Sonny Carisi Warnings: None

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April 13th 1990

Amanda blew out the lone candle on the store bought cake Momma had gotten her. She closed her eyes and she wished for the same thing she’d been wishing for all year - on eyelashes, in wishing wells, on shooting stars that could’ve been airplanes - that Daddy would come back.

She didn’t believe in Santa Claus anymore, but Kim still did and Amanda didn’t want to let her down, so she even wrote it on her Christmas list - that what she wanted was for Daddy to come home.

Some days she didn’t miss Daddy too much - when there wasn’t so much yelling and nothing had gotten broken in a while. But then Momma had brought Rick around, and Rick wasn’t any nicer to Momma than Daddy had been, and he didn’t like Amanda or Kim hanging around. At least when Daddy was here he’d talk to them, play with them sometimes; if he’d been drinking sometimes he’d sing to them. He wasn’t any good at singing but when he sang to them it felt like they were a normal family, at least as long as the song lasted.

Momma kissed Amanda’s forehead, “Happy Birthday, baby,” she said, and it for a minute it was a good birthday, because her Momma was here and Kim was standing next to her, waiting for her to cut the cake so they could all have some, and there was still time for Daddy to come home. He’d forgotten her birthday before, but she was sure he wouldn’t this time.

“Now,” Momma said, “I’m gonna cut you both some cake and you can take it up to your room, okay?”

“Why Momma?”

“You girls go on and watch TV, okay?”

Kim was still little enough she didn’t really get it - she never got mad at Momma for sending them upstairs or out back whenever guys came around; she never got mad at Momma when Daddy walked out the door. But Amanda was mad - it was her birthday and her own mother was sending her away.

“Momma, it’s my birthday,” she said, but Momma just passed her a slice of cake.

“You're ten years old now,” Momma said, “You can find your own way to celebrate.”

“Come on, Amanda, we can go play upstairs,” Kim said, because Kim didn’t know any better.

Amanda wanted to scream - she wanted to yell at Momma but she knew it wouldn’t do any good - Momma was as scared of Rick as she was of Daddy, and it’d only make Amanda’s birthday worse if they had a row.

She followed Kim up the stairs, but she stomped up them - bang, bang, bang - every footstep just so Momma wouldn’t forget how mad she was.

Kim had the TV on when she got to their room; a grin on her face. She’d already finished her cake - she had frosting all up her cheek and Amanda shook her head, helping her wipe it away. “Amanda, what did you wish for?” Kim asked, ducking away from her hand as she tried to clear off the last of the frosting.

“I can’t say, it won’t come true,” Amanda told her. She sat down on her bed, looking over at the TV. Family Ties was on but Amanda didn’t care today; this wasn’t the birthday she wanted.

“I bet you wished for Daddy to come home,” Kim said, “That’s what I’m gonna wish for on my birthday.”

Amanda didn’t answer her - she ate her cake, and they watched TV, and they both tried to ignore when the yelling started in downstairs. When it got late, and Kim had gone to sleep, Amanda curled up in her own bed, sitting with her arms on the headboard, her head resting on the window. She watched the street outside, keeping her eye on the front walk in case Daddy did remember her birthday - there was still time for her wish to come true.

April 13th 2011

Amanda had given up on celebrating birthdays; that had been a continual stream of disappointments. The way things were for Amanda right now, disappointments were all she had. She wanted out - out of APD, out of Georgia, away from Kim, and her mother, and the never ending train wreck her life had been so far.

The things she’d had to do to protect her family - the small things and the big things - they haunted her at every turn. She had that reputation now; the same reputation she thought she’d outrun when she left Loganville in the dust. Maybe some people just weren’t meant to escape their pasts.

She worked overtime on her birthday; didn’t tell anyone what day it was. Didn’t think anyone here much cared - not now. She went through the motions; took statements, interviewed suspects. Avoided Reynolds - the looks he threw her way each time he passed by. He knew. He had to know.

The only birthday present she was giving herself was the courage to get the hell out. She decided that on her way back to her apartment - that she was going to go to Reynolds and tell him she wanted to be transferred out - as far away as she could get. She wouldn’t have to say too much; lean on him just a little and he’d be putting in calls to any contacts he had out of state. She could leave this place behind and start over.

When she let herself into the apartment, she heard music playing - there shouldn’t have been anyone there, but she found Kim on her couch - a half empty whiskey bottle on the table in front of her. She was drunk, and she was high, and Amanda was beyond done.

“Happy Birthday!” Kim yelled when she saw her, and Amanda just sighed, locking the front door behind her.

“What the hell, Kim?”

“I came by to celebrate with you - but you weren’t here.”

“I was working late,” Amanda shook her head. “You can’t be here high. I’m a cop, Kim.”

“I know, I just wanted to spend your birthday with you.”

“Well, it’s almost midnight. It’s over now - you can go.”

“I can’t,” Kim shook her head. “Jeff didn’t want me to come over here. He’ll be mad.”

“Sleep on the couch then,” Amanda said - she was tired of this, of fixing Kim’s messes, of the way that Kim tore through her life. She’d been trying to build something here and Kim had crumbled it. But Kim was her sister, and Amanda knew family was family. ��I meant what I said last time; if he lays a hand on you, Kim, I’ll arrest him.”

“He won’t. Not again.”

“Right.”

Kim walked to the kitchen, picking up a plate from the counter - a store bought cake with a single candle in rested on the plate. “Amanda, I got you a cake. Like Momma used to get.”

Amanda could have cried. The cake - Kim’s paltry offering - didn’t bring back memories of happier times. It reminded Amanda of birthday cake for dinner before being sent to her room to listen to her mother being beaten black and blue by the latest in the long line of losers. It reminded her of being ten, eleven, twelve… powerless to protect her mom and angry that they were trapped in this cycle, over and over. It reminded her of wishing for Daddy to come home, knowing year after year that he never would.

“Did Momma call?” Kim asked.

“She left a message,” Amanda said; she’d listened to it on her lunch break but she hadn’t returned the call. She hadn’t wanted to listen to her mother’s latest lecture - the last time they’d spoken, after Patton had dropped the charges against Kim, she’d been given a sermon on the important of family, like she hadn’t risked her career and thrown away a part of herself she might never get back in order to protect her little sister.

Amanda let Kim light the candle in the cake; let her sing Happy Birthday in a disconnected slur of words and murmurs.

She was done with all of this - she’d outgrown her small town twelve years ago, and she was outgrowing Atlanta now too. She needed a fresh start - by the time her next birthday rolled around she was going to be in another city, carving a new, better life for herself.

When she blew out the candle it wasn’t with a wish for change - it was with a silent promise to herself.

April 13th 2012

New York hadn’t been the smooth fresh start Amanda had been hoping for - there were some things too hard to outrun, and unhealthy coping mechanisms didn’t get left behind when you tried. But Manhattan SVU, the NYPD, it was different from APD. It wasn’t sunshine and rainbows, but at least here she felt like she mattered. The work she did mattered, the team around her saw value in her and her work.

They’d had a busy week working to catch the Soho rapist and dealing with a host of vigilante justice - by the time Friday rolled around Amanda barely even realised it was her birthday. She got a call from her mom, wishing her a happy birthday, with a side of guilt tripping and reminders that she belonged in Georgia; nothing from Kim, nothing from her father - of course. She didn’t let that sting.

When the end of their shift rolled around, Amanda was ready to pack up and head home. She was debating finding a meeting - preempting any late night thoughts that might come around when the loneliness set in, but Fin stopped her before she’d even put her jacket on.

“Drinks,” he said.

“What?”

“Birthday drinks.”

Amanda glanced around - the squad, sans Nick who had enough drama going on at home to have him out the door the second the clock hit 5pm, were all standing around their desks, looking at her, waiting for her. “What?” she said again.

“It’s your birthday,” Fin said, “We’re all getting drinks. Unless you’ve got other plans?”

"How did..." Amanda hesitated for a moment before nodding, “Sure that sounds - that sounds great.”

He gestured for her to walk ahead of him, and everyone else followed them out. Amanda was unexpectedly touched by the gesture; such a small thing, but she had come here to escape her old life and she hadn’t been expecting to find a group of people quite like this one. She’d hesitate to call them family, she was still new, still finding her feet here and working out how she fit in - but the rest of them, she knew, did think of this as a kind of family - not just the NYPD brothers-in-arms kind of family, but the team they had at SVU - the kind of family who had each other’s backs even when they screwed up; the kind where everyone chipped in and no one got left bearing the brunt of whatever life threw at them alone.

So they went for drinks - and they laughed, everyone wished her a happy birthday, and she enjoyed herself. When Fin clapped her on the shoulder at the end of the night, and told her he was glad she’d come along, Amanda really felt as though he meant it.

She and Liv shared a cab home, and Liv was so sincere as she told Amanda to have a great weekend and enjoy the rest of her birthday celebrations. She didn’t know - couldn’t know - that tonight was the most celebrating she’d done for a birthday in a long time, or that it would be more than enough to tide her over until the next one.

April 13th 2016

A lot changed over the years - the shift in Amanda’s world - highlighted no more than in her embrace of motherhood. Her first birthday as a mother started the same way every other day did - Jesse woke her just after 5am and Amanda went through her usual morning routine - feeding, changing, dressing, holding her little girl close and enjoying their time together before the sitter arrived. Amanda kissed Jesse goodbye, as she did every morning, and headed into work missing her already.

She loved her job. Loved the way things were now; not perfect, but solid. Fin greeted her first when she arrived - an enthusiastic happy birthday, followed by a “But you’re not getting out of this paperwork,” as she sat at her desk. Carisi arrived next; there was a bounce in his step and she knew he was up to something. He passed by her desk without greeting her, and she shook her head - he hustled into Liv’s office - he was carrying what looked like a cake box and he wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding it, but she let him have his little pretence.

There were flowers, and gifts, and Carisi picked up pizza for lunch - they all ate together in the break room, Barba dropping by in time for Liv to bring out the cake box - it was from a bakery, not the store, and something about that warmed Amanda’s heart - she blew out the candles and rolled her eyes when Carisi ask her what she’d wished for. She was past wishing on birthday candles.

They all came over after work - Liv stopping at home to collect Noah - Fin poured out glasses of sparkling wine and they sat together - Amanda and Jesse and this little family they had found for themselves. As they sat around her tiny apartment, laughing and joking together, Amanda began to open the birthday cards that had come in the mail, handing Jesse each envelope to scrunch in her tiny fists, smiling as Carisi deftly tugged the paper away from Jesse’s curious mouth, risking his own fingers in the process. There was a card from her, and from her aunt back in Georgia, a couple of from old friends, and not one, but two cards signed “Jesse” - both in familiar handwriting; Liv and Carisi had clearly had the same idea about how to mark her first birthday with Jesse in her life, and she felt her heart tighten as she read them both; overwhelmed with love for her makeshift family.

She thanked them both, quietly, separately - Liv hugged her - they shared a moment of solidarity; since they had both become mothers they had developed a new, different bond, and Amanda appreciated having Liv in her life more than she expected she would - far beyond what she imagined the first time they met, when every interaction was coloured by just a tinge of hero worship, when Amanda had been looking for a mentor more than the friend she now had.

Carisi, for his part, denied all knowledge despite the grin on his face betraying him. He had Jesse in his arms and he hoisted her above his head, revelling in the giggle she let out, "You're just that smart, aren't ya Jesse?" he said, before meeting Amanda's eye, giving her a real, genuine smile. "I'm sure it's nothin' Jesse won't do herself, soon as she's big enough."

April 13th 2021

Sonny had told her would meet her at the precinct - they were going for a family dinner he’d said - somewhere nice - so she’d changed out of the clothes she’d had on at work and into a seldom-worn dress that she knew he liked. He was late, though, and the rest of the squad had already said goodnight, wishing her a happy birthday on their way out of the door. She’d been suspicious at how quickly they’d all departed for the night, but she had already warned Sonny that if he was taking her to a surprise party she was going to murder him; and she was fairly confident could hide the evidence.

She heard the girls before she saw them - Jesse’s shoes clicking against the tiles as she raced across the bullpen, Billie scrambling to keep up. They were in matching dresses - dresses she’d never seen before - and when she looked up at Sonny she could see he’d changed into something new as well; she saw him in a suit everyday, but this one was particular well cut, and she enjoyed the view as he approached.

“Mommy, Happy Birthday!” Jesse called out, wrapping her arms around Amanda. Billie followed a second later and Amanda smiled down at her girls, in their matching party dresses, and her boyfriend hovering behind them - she still couldn’t get over calling him that; the newness of it all soaked in almost seven years of friendship - all of them here to celebrate her birthday. As much as she had said she didn’t want a fuss, she had to admit she was touched by the effort Sonny had gone to.

He leaned over Jesse to press a soft kiss to her lips, before turning and gesturing to the exit. “Happy Birthday.”

When they got to the restaurant, Sonny told the waiter they already had their table - and Amanda threw a faux-annoyed glare at him, wondering what exactly he’d arranged. “Sonny, I said-”

“I know,” he said, squeezing her hand in his - he was carrying Billie, his left arm wound securely around her; Jesse was on Amanda’s other side, clinging to her other hand. “Just family.”

“Dominick, if you’ve called my mom-”

He shook his head. “I haven’t.”

She let him lead them through the restaurant, still suspicious. They reached a table in the back and Amanda saw what Sonny had meant - saw and understood because this was her family - Kat, Fin and Phoebe, Olivia, Noah, even Barba - all smiling up at her, wishing her a happy birthday like they hadn’t only seen her an hour before.

A family dinner, just like Sonny had promised - they ate good food, drank some very good wine and followed it up with an excellent cake. As the evening wore on, the wine continued to flow as the adults relaxed. Sonny had taken Billie out of the highchair when she began to grumble, and she was now curled up in his lap, a damp patch forming on his suit jacket where she was drooling against him.

Jesse had switched seats with Liv, and she Noah were bent over his tablet, watching cartoons and oblivious to what was going on around them. Amanda let her eyes roam around the group; these people who were here to celebrate her simply because they loved her; and she loved each of them. Sonny reached over to her with the hand that wasn’t holding Billie to his chest, his fingers threading through hers, “Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you,” she told him, “For all of this,” she gestured at the table, at their friends - their family. “All of you.”

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