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lilystyles · 10 months

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one of us.

part six of the no strings attached series by @lilystyles

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authors note part six yay...drama awaits

brief description karaoke night leads to a run in with paparazzi. y/n's face is splashed everywhere, and harry doesn't know what to do.

warnings! alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sexual themes, angst, drama. around 5.3k words angels.

inexperienced!fwb!reader x fwb!harry

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Daisy called Y/n up Thursday morning while walking to a lecture that she was not particularly excited to attend. She always felt like she had aged ten years when she stepped out of the lecture theatre. The tune of her ringtone played in her headphones as she felt the Spring wind hit her face. The weather was getting warmer but the mornings were still very chilly in London.

She hit answer instantly without checking who it was. It was likely either Harry, her mum, or Daisy.

“Y/n!” Chirped Daisy into the phone.

“Hi, Babe.” Said Y/n calmly into the phone, startled by Daisy’s excitement.

Daisy was a bartender, who owned her own small business on the side, she made handmade clothes. So Y/n was surprised that Daisy was calling her at nine in the morning, she usually worked nights and slept all throughout the day and even then she was busy with sewing and screen printing when she was awake.

“I was going to wait until I see you, but I can’t!!” She sounded completely ecstatic.

Y/n pinched her brows as she grinned at her friend’s utter excitement, “What?! What?! Spit it out, Mate!”

“James!” She cried and Y/n could only assume it was one of three things. They are moving in together, she’s pregnant, or James finally popped the question. She didn’t know if it was the latter, maybe all three. James was that kind of guy, he acted quickly and on impulse but when it came to Daisy he was more calculated he cared too much to do that.

“James?” Y/n asked walking towards the small coffee stand that was in the middle of the courtyard. She needed a very large latte to get through this lecture. Maybe even a cookie, they made this really good pistachio and macadamia nut one, and she loved it so much she had to put a ban on buying one every day because it was draining her bank account.

“He wants to marry me!!” Daisy cheered, and Y/n could imagine her arms up in the air as she ran around in her pyjamas.

Y/n made a sound of excitement and the group of people in front of her turned around and looked at her with a judging look, but Y/n did not care!

“No way!” She gasped, stopping herself from jumping up and down too. “Fucking finally!” She cheered into the phone, a big cheek-splitting grin coming across her face. They’d been together since fucking preschool.

“We are going out to a karaoke bar tonight, I’ve invited everyone to surprise them, so you don’t know act surprised. But I just had to tell you! Can you make it? 8:30 Lan Kwai Fong?”

Y/n had an assignment to do but she thought fuck it, James and Daisy were getting married! Her best friends were getting married! Finally! She was so happy for them and if she did a chunk of this essay right now it would be fine.

“I’m there. See you tonight. Congratulations, Baby!”

“Bye, love you!” Daisy chirped.

“Love you, too.” Y/n finished and hung up, she was finally at the front of the line and she ordered her latte and cookie before quickly grabbing it from the redheaded barista and rushing off to her class.

She was five minutes late so she came in through the back looking for her only friend in the class and his long brown hair. She hoped he was here, she wanted to ask him about the exam next week and she felt like she hadn’t seen him in forever.

She saw him instantly and sat down beside him, he looked up with a smile.

“Y/n, hey.” Said Mitch softly, his hair was tied up today and he was in a One Direction shirt which made Y/n giggle to herself, no one knew she knew Harry Styles except mega fans (she knew the boys too!). It was like her little secret.

Y/n handed him one of the two cups in her hand.

“Cinnamon soy.” She whispered as she opened her laptop eyes moving ahead to the boring professor who was sitting down at his desk speaking about god knows what. This class just gave her extra points towards her degree, which meant she finished quicker. Mitch was in an entirely different degree and was taking it as a prerequisite for another class. They met back in first year, study buddies.

Mitch patted her shoulder, a smile cracking on his normally stoic face. “You’re a gem, Mate.”

Y/n practically fell asleep during the next few hours but she managed to get her essay finished, all she had to do was edit now. She was very happy with that. At the end of the lecture, Mitch was telling her something about his girlfriend Sarah having a house party and that she was welcome to come swing by, it was next week.

She told Mitch she would text him, and they both rushed off with a hug goodbye and Y/n to the train that took her home to Harry’s. Her headphones were blaring Taylor Swift as she made a mental to make sure to get off at the shops so she could buy some lunch for Harry, he was busy as a bee with his new Album and since their weekend away their schedules had suddenly filled keeping them apart. She wanted to see him even if it was just over some sandwiches on his living room floor, his company vastly improved her days. And since her Uni work was done basically, she had time to see him now.

As her mind dazed off it was no time before she was at her stop and she snapped out of her daydreams.

Her heavy backpack weighed on her as she walked into the supermarket. She decided on making her version of a fast food sandwich. She grabbed meats and ingredients for salads and even got Harry this box of tea that had a little bear on the front, it was strawberry flavour which she’d never tried, the bear just reminded her of Harry. He had a pink shirt with one on the front just like it.

After she got everything she needed she caught a bus to his place, which had become a bit of a routine now. It didn’t take her long to get there, the weight of all these bags had her shoulders aching but she would carry a bolder uphill to please Harry, so what was a little groceries on a five-minute walk?

She hit the security buzzer by his fence and Harry let her in instantly. The gates opened and he stepped out of his front door with a look of surprise on his face. He was in pyjama pants and a small shirt that had a bunny rabbit on it. It showed a sliver of his tummy. His hair was up in a little top knot and she could tell he was in full work mode.

“Angel, what are you doing here?” He asked with a big grin when she was close enough to hear.

Y/n shrugged at him with a big smile on her face. “Missed you, H. I come bearing gifts.” She lifted the bags in show, “I’m gonna make us lunch.”

He pulled her into his arms and took the heavy bags from her arms before pecking her lips in greeting.

“You are a goddess. I’m so hungry.” He smiled as they walked inside.

Y/n took off her layers and boots as she walked into the kitchen following after him. The living room had three of his guitars strewn out and the book he used to write, along with loose pages scattered everywhere.

Sometimes he’d pull that little book out while they were in bed and he would try and write out how beautiful her blissed-out face was post orgasm in words, or in the morning when she met his gaze, he’d quickly grab the pink thick and full book and scribble something that he never let her read.

He said she’d have to wait and listen until his new album was out. The fact that some of his songs might’ve been about her gave her a rush of energy and smittenness towards him. She never thought a boy would write a song about her, especially Harry!

She began to make the sandwiches so he could sit and tell her about his day so far, he watched her dreamily speaking slowly and lazily as he usually did.

He interrupted himself, “You look beautiful today, Y/n.”

She blushed, her movements stuttering as she shook her head. She had messy hair that needed a wash, smudged lipstick and a pair of loose jeans and a jumper that actually belonged to him on. Harry had a way of making her feel completely flustered, like she was in a floor length gown when she was really just in lazy sloppy stained clothes. But to him, she practically was.

“Harry, do you do that just to make me lose my mind, or what?”

He giggled. “Well, partly, but it’s like an itch I’ve got to scratch. I simply must tell you. Like when you look at a pretty sunset, you can’t help but take a photo or tell everyone to come and admire it’s beauty.”

She rolled her eyes, a warmth filling her belly. “Sap.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, H. I just….feel speechless when you say things like that.”

Harry grabbed her hand from across the bench and squeezed it.

They enjoyed their sandwiches with some of the bear tea which Harry said he liked, and they watched a few episodes of Friends because that was Harry’s favourite show. It was becoming normal for them to do this sort of thing. Y/n then asked hopefully if he would come tonight.

He said he would be able to if he got back to it after the next episode. Y/n was glad to hear that.

“Do you want to use my study it’s soundproof, you can do some Uni work or even take a nap, Petal. You look sleepy. Got much Uni to do?” He didn’t want her to go, even if he was busy. He liked knowing she was pottering about. She began treating his home much like her own and he was happy. He loved finding things of Y/n’s here and there, and her scent on his sheets. Or even a strand of her hair on his jumper.

She sighed at the thought of a nap and longed for a short one. “Oh, I’m so getting into your bed.” Wondering why she hadn’t thought of that earlier, he smiled amusedly and kissed the top of her head.

They finished the episode and then Y/n left him to go sleep in his bed. She turned on the fancy diffuser he had in his room, putting in a lavender-scented oil. He’d told her one day it was one he used before sleep, usually when she wasn’t there to aid him with her soft scent and touch. She shut the curtains too to block out any light and stripped out of her clothes and slid inside his cool silky sheets. Her bare skin felt so cosy against the warmth of his bed.

She shut her eyes and when she woke up an hour and a half later she was surprised she had slept with such ease. She hadn’t realised how tired she was. She thought it was probably because Harry’s house and room were such a comfort to her now. The musky smell of his natural odour clung to the sheets, something that was just Harry — she loved it, and wasn’t something that was easily washed away. The fact she could hear him doing his thing downstairs and talking made the perfect white noise.

The soft pillow he slept on each night was like a cloud and the hum of the diffusor was calming to her.

Her small rest was needed, and made her feel much perkier, she sat up groggily, still feeling slightly asleep and confused. She grabbed her phone to check the time. She rubbed her eyes softly getting up so she could go home and get ready. She told Harry she’d meet him there tonight, because she needed her clothes and makeup, and wanted to wash her hair. When she told him she’d get the train home he refused and got his driver to take her back home. He was always like that.

He gave her a kiss on her head goodbye and told her he’d see her tonight. She smiled brightly, and he gave her one back.

On the twenty-minute drive home, she felt like a politician or something. Or royalty even, like that scene in Princess Diaries when Mia’s grandma shows up.

The driver’s name was Brad, and he was also Harry’s bodyguard. Nice, but quiet and professional. The windows were tinted so darkly, and it was such a fancy car. It had snacks, a TV, and champagne. Not that Y/n needed any of that, the drive was fairly quick and she wasn’t a rockstar on her way to perform. She was just going home.

When the car pulled up outside her apartment building she thanked Brad kindly and told him to have a good evening, and she stepped out the air was damp and smelt of rain and walked upstairs and into her apartment. She had been here all week instead of at Harry’s, stewing in her mess rather than his luxury, because she’d been busy working on Uni assignments and exams. She decided to clean since she had a few hours to kill until tonight. The pile of dirty clothes in her laundry was starting to grow eyes and a personality now and she really did not want to clean it. She started organising into piles of whites, blacks, delicates and others.

As she waited for all her laundry to be done she contemplated finally asking Harry out for real, she was sitting on top of her dodgy washing machine that tended to shake so much it fell on its side if there wasn’t enough weight on top of it. It was annoying, but she honestly couldn’t afford a new one.

She stared off mindlessly at the tiled walls of her small laundry room, imagining him as her boyfriend, what would it be like to date him officially? Would much change? He acted pretty lovely already.

They had wonderful and passionate sex, he took her to dinners and fun places, dates, and every little thing in-between. I mean, isn’t that what a boyfriend does? She’d ask any of her friends for advice if it wasn’t Harry Styles she was with and on top of that Haz her childhood friend who she hoped would not mess up the group because of their ‘relationship’. She didn’t know what her friends would say about it, and she really didn’t want to disappoint them. At Uni she had a few mates like Sarah, Mitch and Adam, but she wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt she stopped her childhood circle of friends from being normal. It was not that she didn’t trust them either, just that she knew how important privacy was between them. Nothing was private when you were famous, or knew a famous person. Also, she didn’t want Harry to find out about how she felt, what if he really only wanted sex like they had agreed on?

She also kind of wished, even if it would hurt her feelings, that she could ask an ex-fling of his. Was he just a romantic? Or was he different with her compared to the rest?

The whole thing was a mindfuck, so she liked to pretend it wasn’t something to worry about. But the weight of it was beginning to get her down. As she made it to the final task on her list of mopping her hardwood floors and having mulled over the whole thing for about an hour, she decided that tonight she’d test the waters. Mention something about them, and bring it up. Just to see how he would react to the idea, and then reevaluate from there.

By the time she’d hung her laundry out on her balcony pegging it to a wire, she realised it was already dark and that she needed to go get ready for tonight.

She made a light dinner for herself of a grilled cheese with tomatoes on too, and a cup of juice. She ate slowly enjoying the taste, and she heard the familiar sound of heavy downfall rain landing on her roof outside. Ah, London, always raining when Y/n felt herself overthinking! That was a lot, clearly. She hoped her laundry would dry eventually.

She finally finished and got up to wash the hair that was now greasier than ever, and clean the day off of her skin. After she got out feeling warm and clean, she was happy she could take her time styling her hair in her favourite way for going out and doing her skincare. As she applied the fancy mosturiser Harry had given her as a gift to her face and neck she basked in the floral and gentle smell. She sighed softly as she ran her fingers through her damp hair before drying and combing it.

She didn’t know what to wear now that it was raining. Lan Kwai Fong was a karaoke bar, and it was always so hot inside. But the air was chilly and damp now, so she decided to wear something with a few layers. She picked out her favourite jeans they were flared at the bottoms and rested lowly on her hips showing the top of her tattoo, a cute blouse that was red and black with floral designs on it, it was lacey. For shoes, she decided to wear black heeled boots that were leather and could handle the rain, and over the top, she wore a long black faux fur coat. It was warm, and she was happy with that. For jewellery, she wore her usual gold rings, necklace, earrings, and a few bangles. She’d found the ring that matched Harry’s necklace and slipped it on.

She applied makeup that accented her features and chose reddish lipstick to match her shirt. She felt pretty and was excited to go out and celebrate, though she had a slight pinch of anxiety in her tummy she brushed it off thinking good thoughts, and after all, it was just Harry. She knew that boy, he was just Harry from the end of the street. Not some wild sexy rockstar who was untouchable. Despite it all, Harry was still her old friend.

When her taxi arrived at the bar she was excited and could already see Daisy waiting out the front under James’ arm. Y/n rushed over sprinting into both of their arms and jumping up and down in pure childlike excitement.

“Congratulations!” She cheered loudly with a giggle, before settling down when she saw Finnley, Olive, Penny, and Michael all in tow. She knew it was a surprised, and instantly acted as she normally would.

She jumped at hearing the rumble of a voice behind her neck, hairs standing at the gentle vibration.

“Hey, guys,” Said the familiar slow drawl of Harry. He rested closely behind her. He squeezed her hip in a hello before hugging everyone else and then finally her, wanting to act normal. They’d always been fairly touchy.

“Hey stranger, how you been?” She said acting as if it had been the same time away from him as everyone else. He smiled knowingly.

“Not too bad, Pet,”

She smiled and all of them walked inside. Harry stayed close by her side and they made their way into a room that had a little stage and seats. Everyone placed their bags and coats down and left to get drinks. Harry and Y/n both decided to have some mojitos tonight and kick back a little. Harry was talking to the group about his work and his day, of songwriting and composing. Y/n acted like she hadn’t known that and asked questions, Harry appreciated her acting. He asked about Uni even though he already knew and then the conversation finally shifted to the real reason they were all here.

James grabbed Daisy from beside Olive and they stood up before them. Daisy leaned into his side and held his hip under his shirt. “We are getting married!” She blurted out excitedly showing her hand and the ring that rested there. It was an antique snake ring made of gold with diamonds. Very Daisy.

Y/n squealed excitedly and everyone erupted with cheers. Daisy and James then began to discuss details about when and where, and the plan. Daisy was talking about the dress she wanted to the girls and the boys were discussing how James had popped the question. It was nice. The first one of them to get married, wow. They were growing up!

The night was perfect, it was just like always; fun, lighthearted, full of drinks and laughs. Memories fluttered through the voices of such familiar faces, and Y/n felt a sense of home. Harry had barely left her side all night he remained close by and they danced every few songs, goofily twirling or doing horrible moves on purpose. Her tummy hurt from laughing so hard.

When it finally came time for Y/n to sing up there like the others she wasn’t keen. So Harry put on a favourite of hers she simply couldn’t refuse. It was One Of Us by ABBA. Harry had a very specific memory of the pair of them singing it in his bedroom once. He always tied that song to her and that night in his bedroom.

Harry and Y/n were hiding up in his room from their mothers who were having one too many wines downstairs with other parents from the neighbourhood, it was Easter long weekend. The pair of them had gotten sick of socialising and talking about what their plans were after school, they were only halfway through their final year of school and had already been asked too many times to count.

Y/n flopped onto his bed with a sigh grabbing his favourite turtle pillow, Terry, and scooped the stuffed animal into her arms. They always hid up here when they were sick of the adults. Harry sat on a beanbag by his CD player watching her. He always watched her, eyes never shying away from her face which always brought a radiance of heat to her skin.

She looked cute. She was in a pink floral dress, it was long and she had paired it with her favourite pastel yellow cardigan. Her hair was styled into two plaits with ribbons. She looked rather angelic.

She was mumbling a complaint about how she had no bloody idea who she wanted to be when she grew up, and how she didn’t think that was such a bad thing. Harry could only nod in agreement.

She looked at his tall shelf of CDs and sighed. “Put some ABBA on, they always make everything better.”

So he did.

The track played as background noise for a while as they talked, Harry told her of his aspirations to sing and she told him of her aspirations to be happy and content. Eventually, it finally hit one of her favourites, One Of Us, she gasped.

“Turn it up!”

He obeyed turning to the dial louder. She stood up on his bed still holding Terry, and began to sing and jump on the bed. For an eighteen-year-old, she felt like a kid sometimes. As she began to belt the lyrics very off-key, Harry covered his ears playfully and she stopped jumping.

“Hey, you try jumping and singing then!” She said and Harry took that as a challenge. He toed his shoes off and joined her placing his hands in hers and began to jump with him as they belted the lyrics between laughs.

Harry’s voice was soft and nice on her ears so she shut her lips just so she could hear him louder, and she wished she could just listen to him for hours. She was almost certain he would be someone one day.

When the song ended they flopped down on his squeaky bed with a laugh, backs pressing into the soft springy mattress. Then Gemma came in and made a complaint about Anne dancing.

Y/n and Harry sat up and then followed her downstairs. Somehow Y/n’s mother convinced them to get into a photo. ‘All grown up! Our babies!’.

The photo was in Y/n’s childhood bedroom back home. Harry’s hand was on her waist and Y/n leaned into him smiling, Harry was laughing in the photo Y/n couldn’t remember about what.

Harry slid her under his arm and gave her her own microphone, neither needed to look at the lyrics on the screen and as she sang and acted out the scenes she imagined went with the song. She was back in Harry’s house when the chorus hit.

He seemed to have gone back to then too. They smiled at each other knowingly. He was very close to her, their noses touching as she dragged her fingers down his chest seductively. The song was slower more dramatic so they acted out as if they felt that feeling.

Neither had noticed the flash of phones or cameras until the chorus when they turned to face their friends. Unfamiliar faces stared back at them, and Harry’s brows pinched.

Fans? Drunken people? The latter it seemed.

Y/n continued to sing into the microphone but Harry slightly deterred, stepping back from her. He didn’t mind if it was fans, but it was a private room. He really didn’t want this night to become about him. That night was about Daisy and James.

Y/n was suddenly aware of the way she had been touching him and pulled her hands away from his warmth.

When the song ended they both got off stage and Harry was swarmed. People called his name, asking for pictures and Y/n was surprised when one of them asked if she was Y/n.

Y/n frowned. How did they know? She nodded.

“Hi.”

Someone even asked to take a picture with her and in her bewildered state she let them. Harry noticed and frowned, this wasn’t what he wanted.

“I’m really sorry, guys, but this s’a private event. And m’ with my friends. I can’t take that many pictures, and I would appreciate it if you respected that.” He tried to explain. The fans were pushy and Harry tried again. Y/n didn’t know what to do, but he gave her a pleading look for her help. She snuck away, with ease, to the front door of the bar and told the bouncers the situation they walked to the room she pointed at and she went to the bathroom, she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

She leaned into the sink sighing deeply. It must be hard for Harry to live like this, they had nearly been spotted a few times and Y/n who kept little track of social media involving celebrities hadn’t noticed the few gossip pages that had photos of Harry with a mystery woman. Which was of course her. Harry hadn’t seen anyone else since Y/n had come to the forefront of his mind.

A paparazzi had taken one of them going to dinner in London to see Anne. It was just a photo of their interlocked hands. ‘Who is this mystery woman?’. Then another of the back of her body hidden in a coat getting in Harry’s car from that same night.

There was also a photo of Harry near her apartment walking titled ‘Harry seen leaving a friend’s house. A very pretty friend.’ That was on New Year’s Day.

Another photo was of the pair of them. It was that day they walked in the park hand in hand, Y/n swimming in his clothes. The title was called, ‘Harry on a Sunday stroll.’ It was the back of them. Miraculously Y/n’s identity had yet to be leaked. But Harry worried now that they would know. The fans had already taken photos and videos of them singing.

He had hidden all this drama from her. Not wanting to stress her out, and now he felt awful. He had ruined the night. For everyone, and Y/n would probably snap out of herself and realise now that he came with baggage.

When two large bouncers came in they realised the situation quickly and escorted the fans and people out from the room. Harry was grateful, that must’ve been Y/n. But where was she? When the room was quiet he apologised but his friends seemed to not mind too much but were grateful to be alone once more. Harry said he was going to the loo, but he was searching for Y/n.

When he left and walked down the hall hoping no one would recognise him, lost in thought and panic he felt a body bump into his.

“Sorr- Oh, hey, Petal. Yeh’ okay?”

Y/n was looking up at him already. “Yeah, you?”

He nodded, pulling her into his arms and placing a kiss on top of her head. He whispered something about how he was sorry about all that, and Y/n was too focused on him to notice the photos being taken of them.

This time both their faces were visible in it. Due to their slightly intoxicated state, they were less aware of their surroundings and so Y/n pecked his jaw and red lipstick shade was left there. They went back into the booth and began to sing some more and brush off the incident trying to enjoy the rest of their night.

Daisy and Y/n sang a Fleetwood Mac song, and soon all ten of them were on the small stage shouting the words and laughing. Daisy was holding Y/n’s hand and Harry was holding Y/n’s hip and she felt so warm, safe, and comforted between them. They belted the words without microphones and giggled together. She felt so at home, they were her people.

James began to dance very badly and serenade Daisy and the stage was theirs now. Like they were actors from the actual Shakespearean time.

Romeo and Juliet by The Dire Straights played loudly over the speakers. That was their song. James fell to his knees dramatically and it reminded Y/n of that scene in Mamma Mia on the beach.

She and the others had a few more drinks and the night grew more blurry. At around one in the morning, they began to wrap up and were all on a high from the great news of their best friend’s engagement. The group walked together in each others’ warm touch and stumbled outside. A flash of blinding white lights hit their eyes startling them all.

Y/n leaned into the nearby touch of Harry the flash burning her retinas as she tried to figure out where she was. It was disorientating. But Harry was all too familiar with it. Loud voices asked questions.

“Is that the mystery girl?!”

“Who are you dating?”

“Is it any of these women?”

“Look at that lipstick stain! Is it from Y/n?”

How did they know her name? What mystery woman? Was Harry seeing other people?

Somehow James and Harry managed to get them out of the way so they could all get into their taxis. Harry didn’t get in beside her like she assumed he would, he just leaned into the window she rolled down handing her some money. “Get home safe, I’ll call you tomorrow.”

As he watched her car zoom off he bit his lip. Maybe it was time.

Weirdly as the car drove off Y/n felt tears prick in her eyes. What was happening?

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welcome-back-to-hoimycraf · 2 months

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Mumbo was having an awful night.

Well- not really. It was actually quite nice on the surface; Jellie snuggled up against his side, Scar humming softly to thaerself in the kitchen, the sweet scent of baking cookies wafting throughout the room. Honestly, it would be a great night under normal circumstances! Only, these weren’t normal circumstances. Tonight, Mumbo would tell his partner that he’s nonbinary.

He’d realized this about himself about two months ago. The subject of imposter syndrome brought up to his therapist turned into a discussion on identity, then self worth, and finally circled into him making a rather important discovery. Of course, Mumbo immediately had to tell Grian, making the avian the only other person who knew. And now he was going to tell the other most important person in his life, Scar, as well. He still felt a bit silly, being twenty-eight and only now figuring out a core aspect of his identity, but he couldn’t change things now.

His leg shook with nervous energy as he stroked Jellie’s back. Her purring was helping, if only slightly. He appreciated it nonetheless. Honestly, he wished he could be Jellie right about now. No worries about gender or coming out or losing your partner or anything like that. Lucky, he thought as he glanced at her contently sleeping face.

“Earl gray or chamomile tonight, my lovely mustach-ioed friend?” Scar’s voice called from the kitchen. Well, would it even be a call if the man was standing five feet away?

Mumbo flushed a bit at the compliment even though he’d heard it a million times and counting. “Chamomile, please.” He could probably use the relaxation it would grant him if his distressed mustache twirling was any proof of his mental state.

The nymph leaned over the back of the couch where Mumbo was lying to flash him a handsome smile. “Coming right up, beautiful!” And as quick as he appeared, ny were gone.

The taller snickered at that, though his chest filled with warmth. It was weird, how much he liked to be called more feminine terms over masculine ones once he’d done all that thinking about his gender. Though, he found that he didn’t mind the want for change.

The tapping of Scar’s forearm crutches brought him back into reality. He looked over to where the sound was coming from only to find a steaming cup of tea already being handed his way. He sat up and provided a quick thank you before taking the saucer, Scar leaning down to place a small plate of warm, gooey white chocolate macadamia nut cookies on the coffee table. Mumbo breathed in the frankly delicious smell of the freshly baked goods. He always loved the other’s cooking (and if his sweet tooth could have a say in it, he loved the sweets best).

Mumbo glanced to his right where Scar was settling next to him on the couch with their own cup and plate of chocolate chip cookies (he never liked white chocolate much), resting their crutches on the arm of the couch. Jellie took the opportunity to immediately leave her comfy spot for Scar as xae sat.

He let out a mock gasp. “Traitor! Betrayal of the highest order!”

Scar just rubbed her head and giggled as she made herself comfortable in their lap. “She just loves her father, she can’t help it.”

“I’m, like, her other par-” Mumbo cut himself off before slipping up, “father!” He cringed at the use of the term. It seemed like ever since realizing he was nonbinary, every masculine term hurt worse and worse each time it was said.

If Scar noticed anything wrong, she didn’t show it, only waving his hand in playful dismissal. “She’s like this with Cub, too, and she’s known him for almost as long as me. Don’t worry about it.”

Mumbo huffed in fake offense, picking up a cookie and holding his hand under it in an attempt to not to get crumbs all over his sweater while he took a bite. “Foh my goodnefss, dese are delicess,” he mumbled through a mouthful of dough and chocolate.

Scar giggled and swatted him lightly. “Don’t speak with your mouth full, it’ll teach Jellie bad manners!” They gasped, pressing her hands to Jellie’s ears (which the cat quickly slipped out of).

They bickered lovingly back and forth for a bit before a comfortable silence passed over them. Well, it might’ve been comfortable if it didn’t bring Mumbo back into panic mode. He was at a crossroad. On one hand, they were having such a nice time and he didn’t want to ruin it, but on the other, if he didn’t tell Scar, he’d hate their time spent together for the rest of his life. He never wanted to hear the words man, or dude, or sir, gentleman, or fellow, or Mr. ever again. So, really, there was only one option-

“Mumbo?”

“Huh?” The mustached asked, jumping slightly. How long had he been calling him?

Scar titled faer head. “Are you alright?”

Mumbo let out a strained laugh. “Yup! Never been better!” He gulped. That wasn’t very convincing.

The nymph was just giving him a look of concern and Mumbo sighed. It was now or never, he supposed. “L-look I…” he trailed off before taking a deep breath and gathering his (albeit, very small) courage. “I have something to tell you.”

The other looked a bit distressed at the words, but urged his partner to continue.

Mumbo cleared his throat. “I’m nonbinary,” he blurted out quickly, just to get it over with.

Scar blinked in shock. “Oh,” she paused before leaning closer and resting a hand on Mumbo’s arm. “Wait- is this what you’ve been so nervous about all night?”

This time it was Mumbo’s turn to be shocked. “What do you mean- I’ve been perfectly normal and not anxious!”

The nymph gave him a deadpan look. “Mumbo, we both know that’s a lie.”

He let out a sigh of defeat. “Yeah, but- So you’re not…. mad at all?”

The man looked appalled at that. “What? Mumbo, I’m trans, why would I be mad that you’re nonbinary?”

Oh, right. He kinda forgot that it would be hypocritical of them. “I don’t know, maybe because I’m your partner?”

Scar’s expression softened and he cupped Mumbo’s face in his hands, which he couldn’t help but lean into. “You know that doesn’t matter to me. I love you, regardless of what your gender is or what pronouns you use.”

A wave of bittersweet relief washed through him and Mumbo couldn’t help when tears welled up in his eyes. He wiped them away before they could fall and took a shaky breath. “Thank you.”

His partner took his hand and kissed the back of it, helping him wipe his face. When Mumbo opened his eyes again, Scar was already handing him his (somehow still warm) tea. “So, do you have a new name or pronouns you’d like to go by? I could help you pick some out!” He suggested, almost bouncing with excitement at the prospect.

Mumbo chuckled softly as he took a sip. “Sadly, no,” with that Scar playfully deflated, wiping a fake tear from his eye, “I still use he/him and go by Mumbo. Though, I would like to drop the masculine descriptors- if that’s alright.”

“Of course it is!” Scar clapped his hands together with glee. “Oh, I’m so happy you’ve told me! Are you ok with feminine ones?”

The taller shrugged. He figured a change of pace would be nice. “Sure, I don’t see why not.”

The builder cackled mischievously and Mumbo briefly regretted his answer. “I can’t wait to introduce you as my girlfriend.”

At that, the mustached burst out laughing. “We’re not even dating!”

Scar only grinned smugly. “They don’t know that. Just me and my beautiful queer-platonic girlfriend have to know.”

Mumbo flushed a bit more as they giggled in sync. The nymph pressed their foreheads together and squeezed him around the shoulders. “Love you, Mumbo.”

He couldn’t help but embrace the warmth filling his chest as he hugged Scar back. “I love you, too.”

#fanfic #my fanfic #hermitfic #hermitcraft #hermitcraft 9 #hermitshipping #kinda #mumscar #redscape #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar

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sparklehoard · 6 months

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Well it's December 🎄🎁 Time to go pick out chocolate covered treats at the bulkstore

#and imagine its any kind of chocolate you want. be it white milk or dark #they will go in the fancy silver plated christmas dish. it has 8 little sections #poll #polls

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rebornlunar · 2 years

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jake lockley head cannons bc they’re fun

he scares the living shit out of kids during halloween; gives them the big size candy bars

he has a cat and spoils her with anything and everything; buys her so many cat toys that marc is just so confused by it but steven always is happy to see jake care about someone

he has a hard time sleeping every night so he likes to smoke and drink while thinking about back to important moments in his life

his favorite cookies are white macadamia nuts one which marc and steven make fun of him for it

spends every morning looking out the window drinking his coffee

kids adore him. absolutely love him bc he always jokes around with them. gives them free money when he’s drunk (always like that one tio at a party)

whenever marc has to relive his past in a nightmare, jake always calmly reassures him. and when he can’t do it right after, jake always writes him a small note for marc to find

jake always finds it hard to say what he feels and talk about his feelings so he writes letters and leaves them when you come home and he usually stays out of your way when reading them

bc he’s the protector, sometimes it gets too much for him to handle all that he’s been through so he quietly cries himself to sleep; trying to be quiet for marc and steven not to hear him

#jake lockley #marc spector #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #marvel #mcu phase 4

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chuck-snowbug · 2 months

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コーヒーのある食卓の風景・その３５３ - 新政（日本酒）の空きボトルのラベルがとてもきれいなので、処分する前に横に添えてみる・その３８編 - Coffee with Foods Part 353: Aramasa(Japanese Sake), Part 38

1: Coffee with "GIN NO MORI" Cookies feat. Empty Bottle of Aramasa(Amagaeru 2022 22PAG-04) - Coffee Break

2: Cafe Au Lait with Almond, Baby Cheese, Banana, Macadamia Nuts, Strawberry & Yakult Y1000 + Tomato Juice feat. Empty Bottle of Aramasa(Nirugame 2022 22PNG-03) - Breakfast

3: Coffee with Salami Salad, Financier of "Fukushimaya" & Yakult Y1000 + Tomato Juice feat. Empty Bottle of Aramasa(Hinotori 2022 22PHT-07) - Breakfast

4: Coffee with Blueberry, Passion Fruit, Yogurt, Vegetable Juice & Yakult Y1000 feat. Empty Bottle of Aramasa(Cosmos 2022 22CCM-08) - Breakfast

5: Coffee with Almond, Baby Cheese, Banana, Yokohama Harbour Sweets & Yakult Y1000 + Tomato Juice feat. Empty Bottle of Aramasa(Ecru 2022 22CEC-08) - Breakfast

6: Coffee with Almond, Banana, Kiwi, Fukumaneko of "ARPAJON" & Yakult + Tomato Juice feat. Empty Bottle of Aramasa(Ecru 2023 23CEC-03) - Breakfast

#coffee #コーヒー #新政 #sake #japanese food

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violettadecalda · 1 year

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Elements: Air Edition

About the air element: The air element is linked to things such as divination, concentration, visualization, and prophecy. Air teaches us how to hone our scattered energy and focus it toward what we want. It teaches us to use our intention. Air can be a big cleanser and also a big charger. Just stand outside for a few momenrs on a windy day, letting it blow around you and play through your hair, and you will feel renewed.

Air in magic: The air element is often used in combination with smoke, feathers, trees, flowers, and plants. It is common to use the air element in both spells that require letting go, and in spells that bring you new information. After all, rumors can travel on the wind. Aromatherapy, hanging objects up, playing the flute or other woodwind instruments, and tossing things to the wind are all examples of using the air element in magic.

Forms of air include: wind, still air, breath, vibrations

Some air spirits include: Sylphs, zephyrs, faeries

Color: Yellow

Direction: East

Tools: Censer, athame, sword, wand

Tarot suit: Swords

Zodiac signs: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius

Symbol:

Air in daily life: The most obvious form of air in our daily lives is the air that we breathe. Everyone does it, everyone needs it. Speaking requires the element of air as well, as it carries the vibrations of our voices. We use air to cool off, and every time we look up at the clouds in the sky, we are interacting with the air element.

Air in the home: Similarly to how fire is used to keep our homes warm, air is used to keep them cool. Whether you are opening a window, turning on a fan, using an air conditioner, or fanning yourself with the playbill for your little brother's school performance of Legally Blonde in the stuffy auditorium, you are using air to cool yourself down. Air can also be very healing. How many times have you stepped outside to get some fresh air and take in the breeze while you were feeling sick?

Air in the kitchen: Though it may not be obvious at first, there are some cooking methods that utilize the air element. Perhaps the most common is drying, whether you are drying meat for jerkey or herbs for tea. Then there is cooking with convection heat, which is growing more popular, or cooking with microwaves. Also popular, as seen by the amount of fizzy beverages and whipped toppings available, is carbonation and aeration. There are several foods and ingredients associated with the air element, including~

Almond, anise, bamboo, brazil nut, caraway, chicory, dandelion, endive, hazel, hops, lavender, lime, mace, maple, marjoram, mint, mulberry, parsley, pecan, sage, acorn squash, artichoke, bitter melon, broccoli, cauliflower, eggplant, fennel, okra, rhubarb, spaghetti squash, alfalfa, cannelini beans, lima beans, mung beans, celery seed, chamomile, rosemary, scallions, amaranth, puffed rice, rye, apple, apricot, blackberry, currants, lingonberry, pear, pineapple, tamarind, pomegranate, black tea, chocolate, coffee, white vinegar, cabbage, celery, grape leaves, mustard greens, daikon, sunchoke, parsnip, hibiscus, macadamia nuts, walnuts, stevia

Herbs associated with air: Frankincense*, myrrh*, pansy, primrose, vervain, violet, yarrow, dill, clove, acacia, aspen, beech, benzoin*, bodhi, bracken, bromeliad, clover, fern, goldenrod, horehound, houseleek, mistletoe*, papyrus, pine, slippery elm, tobacco, rose petals

Stones associated with air: Fluorite, moonstone, turquoise, amethyst, rhodochrosite, topaz, pumice, alexandrite

Animals associated with air: Doves, hawks, eagles, foxes, turtles, ravens, spiders

Incense: Lavender, lemon balm, linden, frankincense, myrrh, violet, anise, chicory, mace, pine

Air on the altar ideas: yellow feathers, feathers in general, bird imagery, incense, censer, bells, flute, objects hanging above the altar

Divination with the air element: Nephomancy, austromancy, alveromancy, feather divination

Air work for spoonies:

Open up the window to watch the sky

Collect feathers or scatter them to the breeze

Keep a handheld fan nearby for when you need to create a breeze of your own

If you dont have your own windchimes, ring bells or listen to recordings of chimes on your phone

Use yellow pillowcases, blankets, sheets, curtains, or wall decorations

Hang beads or ribbons in your window

*Some herbs are unsafe or even deadly to ingest and can be dangerous to use. ALWAYS do research.

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prattlinpeach · 3 months

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We did it!

The Lebanon Valley Java Journey is officially over…for us! We went to all 12 locations and tried what they had to offer, well, sort of. PSM tried some of the specialty drinks, I had a chai latte at each place, and we both tried the food offerings, well, PSM didn’t at the last one, but for the most part, we did the Java Journey proud! We were at the last place and PSM said, we could do this…

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tabbycat-of-hatchetfield · 3 months

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I thought I’d provide y’all with more little fun facts about Tabby

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ She has undiagnosed ADHD + Anxiety, big sufferer of gifted kid burnout

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Now her average grade is like a B, she’s good at English and History but not much else

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Theatre kid so a big showtune listener, but she has also been known to enjoy classic rock and old country, not the new country western garbage

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Speaking of country she also used to ride horses, but upon moving to city life she quit

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Loves anything sweet! Her favourite sweets are white chocolate/macadamia nut cookies, strawberry ice cream, and green apple jolly ranchers

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Her favourite drink is strawberry lemonade seltzer or passionfruit rushes (rushes are an energy drink offered at a local coffee shop chain in the state where I live, she used to live there too)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ As for savory foods, she really likes seafood, her favourite is probably lobster mac n cheese (which by the way is delectable!)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ However she can also be very picky. For example she will not eat anything with tomato sauce on it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Depsite what the picrews make you think, Tabby is also not completely thin. She’s 5’8 in height and probably 180 pounds?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ She’s not really a big movie watcher but if she had to pick favourites, she likes Mean Girls and Legally Blonde the most

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ This is all just random useless information but if you have any more questions or headcanons about her pleaseeeee let me know

#tabby cat chat #hatchetfield oc #tabatha danehower #tabby danehower #my ocs #ocs

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justallihere · 2 months

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Ahem saw you already answered 🐸

So: ☕️ and 🍪

☕️ coffee or tea?

Neither actually, I prefer hot chocolate!

🍪 if you were a cookie, what kind would be?

White chocolate macadamia nut. Not just because it’s my favorite but because I too am mostly sweet but with some hard spots

#personal asks

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me-myself-and-my-fos · 4 months

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The Day We Met

Pairing: Bernard x Nic Blake

A/N: Just pretend I posted this on New Year’s Eve like I had planned and it didn’t take me two weeks to finish this cause I’m a coward

Warning: brief mention of pregnancy; tooth rotting fluff

Nic could count on one hand how many times in a year were considered their ‘busiest’ time of the year. New Year’s happened to be one of them, and she had the (mis)fortune of being a manager this year during New Year’s Eve. She thought it would be no different from the chaos of Valentine’s Day or Easter or even Christmas, but no.

The door to the bakery opened suddenly, bell jingling as a tall, lanky college student in an apron and puffy jacket stepped outside. His arms had three boxes of various cookies, cupcakes, and other pastries in them as he walked toward the van they used for deliveries. Following him, Nic scowled at the back of his head. Her own arms were filled with large boxes of cupcakes and a cake.

“One job, Larry. I asked you to do one job, and that was to load the van thirty minutes ago!” She was overwhelmed and stressed and at her wits end with how packed the bakery was, as well as the orders they had to complete before it closed for the day. This was the last thing she needed. “Deliveries start in five minutes, how are we going to get all of these–”

A yelp escaped her as her world became horizontal, the patch of ice she hadn’t noticed being her downfall. Still, her grip on the boxes in her arms remained as she waited for the hard embrace of the sidewalk to hit her back. But it was an embrace that never came, and she opened the eyes she didn’t realize had squeezed shut in anticipation for her fall. Instead she found herself staring at the snowfall above, and a face came into view, eclipsing the gray sky.

“Are you alright?” Bernard asked, helping her stand upright. As she found her footing, Nic gave a shy smile to the handsome stranger.

“I’m fine,” she breathed out, slowly pulling away from his hold and over to the van. “Thank you for saving me.” She opened the boxes of orders, sighing in relief that by some miracle they managed to stay intact. She moved to face him, and Bernard quickly slipped his hands into his pockets. “I owe you one,” she told him before looking over at Larry. “Finish loading the van? I’ll be inside.”

As she carefully walked back to the front door of the bakery, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror and was unsure what the redness on her cheeks was from: the cold, the embarrassment, or the cute guy who caught her. She tried to not let the blush work its way to her ears as she stepped inside to the warm, sweet smelling bakery and tossed her coat into the cupboard beneath the coffee station. Nic took her spot behind the pastry display to help the two employees that were taking orders and filling them. The bakery was packed, so much so that Larry had a difficult time squeezing back in to grab more deliveries, and Bernard nearly couldn’t find an empty space to get inside. Nic hadn’t even noticed her savior was in the long, jumbled line to the cash register until she stood from where she had been crouching behind the pastries, filling a paper bag with sugar cookies and macadamia nut cookies.

She was face to face with him, surprised and handed the bag of cookies to her co-worker who handed them to the customer with a handful of napkins. “Oh hey, it’s you.”

“I wanted to make sure you’re okay,” Bernard said.

“I’m fine, honest,” she told him light-heartedly. “It’s an occupational hazard. But let me get you something as a thank you.” Nic reached into her pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. She handed it to the cashier. “Ring it up for a dozen sugar cookies and a small hot drink.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Bernard began, but was quickly cut off by Nic.

“This is my way of thanking you. So hot cocoa?” She asked, stepping over to the coffee pot that they had used to make hot cocoa instead. She poured a cup and took the whipped cream from the mini fridge underneath the counter, putting a healthy amount then closing the lid. She handed him the cup, their fingers brushing causing her to fight back a shiver. Pulling her hand away, her co-worker passed the bag of cookies to Bernard.

“Oh, thanks.”

“Thank you,” Nic tried not to giggle as they smiled at each other. There was a quiet pause as they did, the cashier continuing to take the next customer. But Nic was infatuated. “Has anyone ever told you that your eyes sparkle when you smile?”

Bernard felt his face grow warm. “No, no one ever has.”

“Well they should, cause it’s true.”

“Nic, we need some help back here!” Called one of the employees from the kitchen. “Truck just came in and we need another set of hands!”

“I should really get back to work…” she mumbled, gesturing to the kitchen.

“Yeah, you probably should…” Bernard nodded.

“Thank you again for saving me.”

“You’re welcome.” She gave him a small nod and headed to the back through the kitchen.

New Year's Day was hell. Not because most of the staff came in with hangovers, but because most of the customers came in with hangovers. Nic dreaded flipping the sign to say open, but she had to. Contractually, she was obligated.

The bell rang as the door opened, and Nic rolled her eyes as her back faced the door. She was still putting coffee grounds into the coffee maker’s filter. The bakery opened less than a minute ago according to her watch, and someone already came in. Taking a breath, she put on her best smile and in the fakest happy voice she could muster at 7am, faced the counter.

“Happy New Year and welcome to Cake and Bake–”

She paused when she saw Bernard standing in front of the door, shaking the snow off his hat. He looked up and noticed her staring.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” She adjusted her apron and stepped over to the cash register as he approached. “What can I get you?”

“Do you have any job applications?”

Nic was caught off guard by that, but she nodded. “Yeah, let me get you one.” She hurried into the back where the owner’s office was. As she disappeared into the kitchen, she fiddled with the keys in her pocket to unlock the office.

“Is that—” The head baker on shift, Jade, began to say, but Nic caught her off.

“Yes.”

Jade raised a brow. “Is he here to see you?”

The office door was unlocked and light illuminated the room. Nic opened one of the filing cabinets that she knew held the applications. She stepped out and held it up. “He wants one of these.”

“So he isn’t here to talk to you?” Jade asked, dividing the dough for the croissants.

“I don’t know!” Nic exclaimed quietly, throwing her hands up as she stalked across the kitchen.

“He’s cute though!” Jade told her before Nic pushed through the doors into the front of the bakery.

Bernard stood there waiting when she came out, and she held the application out to him. He took it from her, nervously looking down at the piece of paper.

“You can take it home and bring it back up when you’re done, or you can fill it out here.”

“Thanks.” He nodded and was about to walk over to the tiny table in the far corner of the bakery before he looked back at her. “Can I borrow a pen?”

Nic took the pen from behind her ear and handed it to him. Before he could take it, she pulled back. “I want this back before you leave. If I don’t get it back I’ll hunt you down.” He laughed nervously as she held it back out to him and he took it from her. “I’m entirely serious.”

“I promise I’ll give it back,” he told her then walked over to the table.

Nic watched him sit down and start to work on the application, but her attention was cut short by the door opening and the bell ringing. Taking a breath, she smiled and started working for the day.

An hour later when more employees had arrived and Nic was manning the cash register, she looked over to see him still working on the application. She walked over to the coffee pot filled with cocoa and filled a medium cup, topping it off with some whipped cream and chocolate syrup. She pulled a crumpled five dollar bill from her pocket and handed it to the cashier between customers.

“For the cocoa,” Nic said. It was a slower morning than she expected, but she figured it had to do with most people being hungover from the night before. She walked over to the table where Bernard sat and set the cocoa down next to him.

He looked at the drink and then to her. “Oh, you didn’t have to.”

“It gets cold by the window,” she told him, trying to explain away her actions. She left before the blush could consume her face, not noticing the same was happening to him.

It was another half hour before he approached the counter. The breakfast rush was slowing down finally and Nic had a moment to breathe. When Bernard came to the counter, she immediately gave him her full attention. He handed her the application and her pen.

“I’ll make sure my boss gets this,” she said gesturing with the application as she tucked the pen behind her ear. “Do you need anything else?”

“No,” he shook his head, though not ready to leave just yet.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you then?” Nic smiled at him, hoping he’d understand the invitation she was extending to him.

“I’ll definitely be by again soon,” he assured her.

Another customer approached the counter, and Nic moved out of the way for her co-worker to serve them. She waved goodbye to Bernard before rushing into the back. Jade watched as Nic entered the office and wrote something down on a sticky note before playing it on the application.

“What are you doing?” Jade asked.

“Just telling the owner I strongly recommend he consider this applicant,” Nic replied nonchalantly.

“You never do that!”

“Yeah, well, I have a feeling about this one…”

20 Years Later

Nic let out a groan as she sat up in bed, the clock on her bedside table showing it was a quarter to six in the morning. She rubbed her face tiredly, feeling the sleep fog lingering as she yawned. The light on her husband’s bedside was on, giving the room a soft glow. As she put on her glasses, the bedroom opened and Bernard entered the room with a tray of breakfast in his hands. Nic smiled tiredly at him, leaning against the pillows as he walked over to her side of the bed.

“What’s this about?” She asked, looking at the tray that he set in her lap.

“I wanted to make you breakfast in bed. For our anniversary,” he told her softly, leaning down to kiss her temple.

She hummed softly, smiling at the peanut butter and grape jelly on a cinnamon raisin bagel. She mentioned it to him the night prior— it was her first craving of the pregnancy. “Our anniversary was in September,” Nic reminded him.

“I’m not talking about our wedding anniversary.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “It’s the anniversary of the day we met. It was today, twenty years ago.”

Her eyes widened, pausing as she lifted half of the bagel up to her mouth. “No, it’s today? Already?”

Bernard nodded, smiling at her fondly. “It snuck up on us, I know. The last two months have been a busy time for us.”

“But twenty years? Where’s the time gone?” She asked in astonishment.

He reached up to tuck a strand of her messy bedhead behind her ear. “I don’t know. But you’re still as beautiful as you were twenty years ago.”

Leaning into his touch, she spoke. “And your eyes still sparkle when you smile.”

“I’ll let you eat and get ready for work. New Year’s Eve orders, they’re always the hardest to get through.”

“I will see you there, though.” She leaned forward and pecked his lips. “Once the girls are in bed tonight, we’ll spend New Year’s together.”

“I look forward to it.”

#reblogs are appreciated and encouraged #mywriting #otp: frosted cookies #grumpy elf 🎄

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