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seospicybin · 1 year

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ONE OF A KIND.

Felix x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: When you live in a small island there’s nothing more exciting than meet a new man in town, Felix. It’s getting more peculiarly nostalgic as if you feel like you’ve known him for years. (12,7k words)

Author's note: Last one of my One series and I'm sorry?

Out of all the days in the week, your favorite is Friday.

Not because you're working a 9 to 5 job and the next day after that is the weekend.

You like Friday because you like how everyone seems to be more relaxed on that particular day. It's a day you choose to do everything you wanted to do.

You wake up to the sound of the waves crashing from afar and the sound of the wind-chime you hang in your window, you look out to see the glimmering surface of the sea blinding you.

As the smell of the ocean fills your nostrils, you can tell that it is going to be a good day.

The warm shower washes your sleep away and you pick your favorite summer dress from the closet. Blue like the sky with tiny white roses dotted the fabric and it fits you perfectly.

It's always sunny on this island, it's so small that you can go anywhere with your bike and you know it like the back of your hand, but that's why you like it.

It feels like your small private island.

The first thing to do is visit your sister's bakery for breakfast.

Your choice will always be the cinnamon roll and just from the smell alone, already make you salivate. But what makes cinnamon rolls taste so good and leave you wanting more is the sweetness of the glaze which is made from cream cheese, confectioners' sugar, warm butter, and vanilla extract with a hint of salt.

It's sweet and savory, the perfect treat to start your day with.

"Coffee?" Your sister offers.

"I'll get it myself," you say, going behind the counter to prepare a cup of coffee for yourself.

"Be careful, it's hot!" Your sister warns like she already knew you're about to touch the wrong side of the coffee pot.

You chuckle at the sheer luck, "thank you!"

Carefully, you pour the hot coffee into your cup and before you can get it to the table, a customer enters the place and walks up to the counter to order.

Your sister is in the back kitchen, probably getting a fresh batch of bakery out of the oven. It's not a loss to help her even though it's your day off.

He smiles as soon as you face him, a kind smile, not a flirty one, but one that you rarely get especially in the morning when people haven't gotten caffeine in their system yet.

"Good morning!"

"Morning!" He greets back without looking at you.

"Can I help you?"

He looks at you for a few more seconds as if to wait for you to offer something else than coffee or bread.

After a moment, he finally comes up with an order, "I'd like a cup of latte."

It surprises you how his voice doesn't sound like it belongs to him. It's deep and low, in contrast to his pretty features and slim figure.

"One latte!" You repeat and add it to the till machine.

He saunters to the display counter filled with all kinds of bakery goods and a selection of cakes.

"And... one pain au chocolat," he adds.

A chuckle escapes your mouth.

"Something funny?" He asks with a confused smile.

You feel bad for the way you behaved, making it seems like you make fun of him, "I'm sorry, it's just that people usually called it a chocolate croissant," you explain with an apologetic smile.

"It's the first time someone addressed it by its French name, huh?"

"I'm sorry. I feel bad for laughing," you apologize again with your head down, can't look him in the eyes.

"That's alright," he assures you.

"Anything else?"

"That's it!" He says.

You calculate everything and inform him how much he should pay, take the money and hurriedly hand him the change.

He waits by the end of the counter for his order and you make sure that you get it right, you don't need another embarrassing moment to share with him.

You slide the tray with his order to him, "Enjoy!" You keep it short then run to the back with your coffee and cinnamon rolls.

You're planning on spending the morning drawing a thing or two before you start cycling around the island.

"May I sit here?" Someone asks.

You glance to see the man who spoke little French earlier with his coffee cup in hand.

You consider it for a little while but he doesn't seem like the type to chat a lot, you shrug and gesture for him to sit.

"Thank you," he mutters with another gentle smile and sits across from you.

With the morning sunlight shining through the window, you can see the freckles on his face, like God sprinkled the stars on his face.

He pulls out a book from his bag, you can't see the title since he puts the book down on the table, reading it quietly with his eyes and the beautiful eyelashes that rest along his eyelids.

That makes your head wander off without you intending to. You remind yourself to hurry up and take out your journal from your bag. Nothing makes you feel more excited than a new, clean page.

You look around for anything to draw and see magpies perching on the tree across the street.

In the middle of it though you wonder why your journal seems so empty despite you feeling like you have drawn a lot of things in it.

You take a bite of your cinnamon rolls and a sip of your coffee after.

"You like drawing?" He suddenly asks.

You are too busy drawing and didn't notice he has been watching you. It's too late to hide it now, you decide to let the journal open, then answer him, "yes."

"I like that one," he points to the drawing on the previous page.

You smile and look at it, "it's a drawing of the sunset on the hill."

"The hill?"

You nod, "have you been there?"

"No," he shortly answers.

You take a look at him again and get this feeling that he feels so oddly familiar but you swear you have never seen him before.

"Have we met before?" You dared yourself to ask.

He pauses for a moment and closes his book, "No, I'm new in town."

He puts his book into his bag, "why?"

You awkwardly chuckle and rub your chin nervously, "I don't know why but I feel like I have seen you before."

"Ah!" He nods, "maybe you have seen me around before."

"Maybe," you vaguely answer but that's plausible since it's a small town anyway. You decide to pick up your pencil and continue drawing.

"How long have you been living here?" He asks out of the blue.

"All my life," you answer.

"That means you know everything about this island?"

"I guess I can confidently say yes to that," you answer with a polite smile.

He sips his drink, "Actually, I haven't gone around much," he says.

He leans forward on the table, "I wonder if you can show me around?"

You snort in response.

And just like he knows you thought he was joking he quickly adds, "I'll pay for the service, of course!"

He is serious and he's willing to pay you just to be his tour guide for the day. You make a quick observation and assess it in your head, that he seems smart, polite, and warm, as warm as the morning sun feels on your skin that morning.

There's no harm in taking a sudden job offer, consider this killing two birds with one stone even though you're not that keen on killing animals for that matter.

"Why me?"

He shrugs, "because you are a true local, there's no one who knows this town better than a local," he eloquently answers with that kind smile.

You call it a kind smile because there's no hint of malice in it, just pure kindness like he was born into the world with a smile like an angel.

He's a decent man with no intentions to harm you, that kind smile assures you that.

You chuckle at his remark, "then you should hire the chief, not me."

"I've seen the chief, he's not my type," he jokes with a low laugh.

"And I am your type?" You joke back.

"A beautiful girl like you is my type," he innocently answers like he's prepared that answer beforehand.

You laugh at how straightforward he is and that is enough proof that he's not from this town.

"I can show you a few places," you say while calculating how many places can you visit in one day.

"A few places is enough," he says.

You close your journal and put your pencil back into its case, "can you ride a bicycle?"

He props a hand under his chin, "as far as I remember, yes," he answers.

After telling him that the two of you will be riding the bicycle, you're going to the back of the shop to borrow your sister's bike to lend to the new guy in town.

It comes to your realization that you haven't introduced yourself to him, you bring the bike to him, then introduced yourself.

He holds his hand out at you with that sweet smile on his face, "I'm Felix," he introduces himself.

The moment your hand touches his, you get a funny feeling that resembles something like reuniting with an old friend. You clearly mistake it and decide to laugh it off.

"Get ready!" You quickly hold the handlebars of your bike.

"So, what is our first destination?" He asks, following you and walking the bike to the front of the bakery.

You get on your bike and look over your shoulder at him "we're going to see the stars," you answer with a sly smile.

"Stars? But it's only 9 am!" He says, perplexed.

You ride your bike at a much slower pace since you're guiding someone for a trip around the town and the first destination is close enough that there's no need to rush.

"The observatory?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.

You nod and parked your bike on the available spot, then help him with his.

The head of security of this place is a regular at the bakery, you know his order by heart, half a dozen of glazed donuts and a cup of coffee with two sugars and cream.

He always reminds you to come to the observatory and you're more than happy to come here every day but let's not be inconsiderate because this man works there and you may get him in trouble.

"Don't get your hopes up, we're not going to the observatory," you tell him as he follows you to enter a building.

"But we're going to the planetarium," you add before he gets disappointed, pointing to the other building in the vicinity.

Someone stops you from entering the place with your hand already holding the handle of the door, "I'm sorry miss, but the planetarium only opens to the public on the weekends," he says.

If you haven't seen him before that means he's probably new security. You softly laugh and calmly explain, "I understand that you don't know me but can you tell Mr. Park that it's me coming to the planetarium?"

He stands between you and the door to the planetarium, "I'm sorry, miss, I can't allow you," he persists.

You glance at Felix and it's obvious that you're not the only one uncomfortable about this. It's your first destination and it's already getting embarrassing that you feel like wanting to shrink into a microscopic size.

"Can you at least try and call Mr. Park first, please?" You plead one more time.

"There's no one named Mr. Park in here," the new security says.

You scoff in disbelief, "he's the head of security here," you almost snap but remind yourself to keep calm. It was only yesterday that you packed him a half dozen of donuts and a coffee to go.

Felix has a right to be confused by this but he looks just as upset as you, he steps into the matter and says, "I think we can surely make a phone call to confirm."

He then takes the security aside and you can't hear what they're talking about because they're out of your earshot.

After a moment, they're walking back to you and the security pushes the door open.

"Not more than an hour," he warns as he lets the two of you inside.

Felix grabs your hand leading you inside. Even though the matter is solved, you can't stop feeling embarrassed because of it.

"So, what are we going to do here?" He asks.

You keep looking down at your feet, suddenly feel stupid for taking him here just because you know someone from the inside, "I don't know why I'm taking you here," you meekly say.

"Well, it must be because you find this place interesting," Felix says.

For someone who has just met you roughly an hour ago, he puts his faith so much in you. You don't know whether he's overly chivalrous or you should be suspicious of him.

"It's a bad idea to take you here," you sigh, regretting your choice for taking him here of all places you know on the island.

He gently grabs your elbow and says, "come on, we don't have much time!"

That makes you realize you've been wasting time contemplating your choice. Since you're already inside anyway, there's no use to fret.

You start walking and showing him around with both of your footsteps echoing in the empty planetarium.

You skip right to the place you wanted to show him, to the dome where there's a projection of stars on the dome. Mr. Park has shown you how to turn the projection on, you're not forgetting to turn the lights off before joining Felix in the center of the room.

"We're going to be standing here?" He awkwardly asks.

You shake your head and pull him by the hand to sit down next to you.

"Oh okay, we're sitting," he says as he gets comfortable sitting on the floor

But then you lay down on the floor and Felix follows suit, slowly laying his body next to you. In a second, the ceiling of the dome is filled with countless stars and they're the closest he has ever seen yet they're still out of his reach.

"What's your star sign?" You ask.

"Virgo."

You scan the projection to find his constellation and look between the Leo and Libra constellations.

"There!" You point to the constellation that forms a lazy Y shape.

He looks to where you point at the ceiling of the dome and gasps, "oh, that one?"

"It's the second largest constellation in the sky," you explain.

"Oh, wow!" He exclaims in awe and sounds truthfully fascinated by it.

You turn to look at him to know if he's enjoying this little amusement that is personal to you because you never show it to anyone else before.

Notices that you're looking at him, he turns his head and smiles at you.

"Beautiful!" He softly says.

And you can say the same thing about the constellations his freckles made on his cheeks.

You look away thinking you'll weird him out if you look at him for long, "yeah, it's beautiful."

With the absence of lights, the stars look more vivid and the dark that surrounded the two of you, makes it feels like the two of you floating in outer space.

Just the two of you.

The sun is shining so brightly but the winds are a bit cold for a summer day.

You're not complaining though because it helps you not to sweat a lot, it feels refreshing that the wind slips through your hair as you keep pedaling your bike.

Once in a while, you look over your shoulder to make sure you don't go too fast and leave Felix behind.

"You're supposed to take me to a gift shop at the end of the tour," Felix says but doesn't look like he's complaining at all.

You chuckle, "It's so that we don't have to go back and forth..."

You stop explaining as he keeps staring at you, it's the eyes that tell so much more than just a stare, the eyes making you feel embraced.

It almost feels like he sees someone that he hasn't seen in a long time.

But that's only possible if the two of you had met before.

"Are you sure we never met before?" You blurt out as you park your bike outside the gift shop.

Felix chuckles and parks his bike next to yours, skipping on answering your question.

The gift shop sells handmade products that are made by the locals, ranging from t-shirts to little figurines made of glass.

You let him look around the shop before taking him to the second floor where there's a room with dozens of wind-chime hanging around the room.

"It's where they make wind-chime," you say.

There's a big wooden table in the middle of the room, cluttering with materials from seashells to feathers and tools scattering around.

"Have you ever made one yourself?"

You nod, "I have one in my house."

"I'd like to see," he says.

You chuckle because he takes your answer as an indirect invitation to come to your house. You'll never get used to his bluntness but you don't mind it either. It surprises you how much you tolerate him even though he's a stranger you've just met hours ago.

"Yeah, sure," You joke because it's the only proper way to respond to that.

When a gust of wind blows in, the wind-chime clink together and collectively make chiming sounds that filled the room with music.

They keep swaying in the direction of where the wind blows.

"Do you want to try and make one?" You ask.

"I'm bad at DIY," he answers with a grimace.

You laugh at how honest he is, there's no pretending in everything he says or does which is very rare. When you meet someone new, they usually hide behind their facade of what kind of person they wanted to be perceived as.

Something about Felix convinces you he has no fear of showing his true self to you.

That scares you a little but at the same time, keeps you intrigued.

Felix takes a few pictures with his phone before going back to the first floor where he continues looking around the shop for something to buy.

You wait for him by the cashier while looking at the beaded bracelets on the counter when all of a sudden a little girl comes to you and hugs you.

"Hi, hello," you greet with a confused tone.

She doesn't say anything but wraps her hands around your waist and looks up at you.

"I'm done looking around," Felix comes back while clutching a few things in his chest and sees the little girl hugging you.

You shake your head at him, "I have no idea," you lowly mutter to him.

Felix puts down the things he's going to buy on the counter and squats down to be at the same eye level as the little girl.

"Can you please tell your mom that I need to pay?" He sweetly asks while fixing the little girl's hair endearingly.

The little girl still not saying anything but nods at him.

"Good girl! Now go, go, go..." he's cheering for her as she gets inside the house to get her mom.

You tip your head to the side even more confused than before, "how do you know she's the daughter of the owner?"

He shrugs, "well... that's the only thing that makes sense," he vaguely explains while uneasily looking at a cart of postcards.

A few minutes later, the owner of the gift shop comes out with the little girl trailing behind her.

"I'm sorry for making you wait," the owner says and immediately packs Felix's things while counting them.

"I don't know you have a daughter," you say because as far as you remember, the owner of the giftshop lives with her brother who made all of those wind-chime and they're both not married yet.

She awkwardly chuckles and answers, "she's my... uh, little cousin."

You nod and take a look at the girl again, how she shares an uncanny resemblance with the owner, "she has your eyes," you pointed out.

She takes Felix's credit card to process the purchase, "yeah, many people said the same thing," she sheepishly says.

Then she returns Felix's card and hands him his things, "thank you!"

Felix smiles at her while putting his card back into his wallet, he then turns at you, "shall we go?"

"Sure," you say.

You smile at the owner and wave at the little girl before exiting the gift shop.

After having a quick lunch at a food truck by the beach, you take Felix for a short walk to the ice cream parlor for desserts.

"They have the best ice cream on the island," you brag to him while pushing the door to get inside.

"Oh yeah?"

You turn around as Felix enters after you, "and it's my treat," you say.

The ice cream parlor is a place to go especially after spending time at the beach and you know the owner well, you have been a regular since you were little.

And on Friday, they always give an extra scoop of ice cream.

"Hi, can I take your order?" The girl says in her pink and yellow uniform that matches the interior of the ice cream parlor.

"In a minute," you say and give time for Felix to choose a flavor from the selection displayed on the counter.

"They're all looking good," he says with wrinkled brows like this is a life-or-death decision to make.

"What would you recommend?" He asks you.

You point to the display counter, "Cookies and cream or the... peanut butter?" you recommend but to be honest, you're indecisive too when it comes to ice cream.

"They're all good," you add.

He laughs because you're only making it hard for him to choose.

"What are you having?"

"Chocolate chip cookie dough," you reply.

Seeing that he still needs time to decide, you order first while taking out your wallet from your bag, "I'll have one chocolate chip cookie dough on a cone."

She takes your order and types something on the computer.

"Do I get an extra scoop?" You ask.

"I'm sorry?"

"I get an extra scoop on Friday," you point to the poster on the wall for the promotion. It's clearly written extra scoop on Friday in bold fonts.

"Yes, but it's not Friday," she calmly explains.

Felix grabs your elbow and once again, steps into the matter that you guess he's about to solve.

"And I'll have the butter pecan," he adds and pulls out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans.

"Hey, I'm paying," you remind him and hurriedly pull out your card from your wallet.

He looks at you and smiles, "I'll just cut it from your pay later," he simply says.

Felix hands the cashier his credit card and says, "and don't forget the extra scoops."

The cashier looks at him with a baffled expression but after a moment, she takes his card from him.

In the end, you get your extra scoop but something is tugging at your chest. When you look back at all the strange things happening today, it's like you know you missed something but you can't pinpoint what it is.

"Are we going to watch the sunset at the beach?" Felix asks as he walks beside you.

You softly laugh seeing the ice cream on the corner of his mouth, you grab his arm and turn him to face you.

"Stay still for me," you order and take a napkin you brought.

You slowly dab his mouth with the napkin and can't help but notice that he's looking at your lips, you hand him the napkin after and look away.

"I have a better place to watch the sunset from," you say.

The bike ride to your next destination is going to be a tough one since the road is steep and bumpy.

But if you want to make it there for the sunset, you have to keep pedaling even though your legs are screaming in pain.

You both eventually stopped pedaling and get off your bikes, deciding to walk them for the rest of the journey up the hill.

Felix fortunately puts all of his trust in you, he doesn't complain or keep asking where you're taking him, which is normal if he does.

Surprisingly though, he's very calm about it.

You put the bikes next to a tree and you take out a bottle of water from your bag, handing it to him.

"Thanks!" He mutters to you and impatiently uncaps the bottle to drink it.

You take another one from your bag and take a big long gulp before start walking to where you're going to watch the sunset.

"What is this place?" Felix asks while taking another sip of water.

"Ruins of a castle," you answer.

There's a crease formed between his eyebrows in a curl of a question mark.

You softly laugh before explaining further, "not exactly a castle but there used to be a birdwatching tower here."

You lead him climbing up the stairs that remained from the ruins and stopping by the concrete barrier, looking out at the sea that seems to be one with the sky.

Felix stands next to you, taking in the breathtaking view in silence while you're observing him.

"You don't seem to be impressed," you say and you've never been this blunt to someone you recently acquainted with, somehow with him, it feels like okay to do that.

He smiles and takes a long deep breath, "which one do you think matters the most? The place or the people you're with?"

Instead of answering your question, he asks you with a new one that got you thinking long and hard.

Your head starts to make scenarios in your head. One is that you go to a beautiful place but you come with your least favorite person to be with and the other one is you go to a horrible place but it's with someone you love.

If you compare those two, the latter seems to be a better answer.

"The people," you answer.

Felix's head is tilted up to see the sky turning golden as the sun is going down with the day and after a moment, he finally turns his head to look at you.

"I really like this place," he says.

He stares into your eyes as if the reflection of the sunset in them is more stunning than the one happening at the end of the horizon.

Then he leans in a little closer at you, "but I like the person I'm with more," he finishes with a soft smile with his eyes filled with warmth. Even with the daylight almost gone, he's luminescent and bright, how come you've never seen such a face?

However, this feeling and this moment you're sharing right now are almost nostalgic like it has happened before.

Is this what people called as fate? Everything about him puts the pieces right in their places.

"Do you want to go see the wind-chime at my house?" You blurt out the question as if he wouldn't get that the wind-chime is just an excuse.

A smile rises on his face as the sun set for the day, "sure."

Before it gets too dark, you slowly ride your bikes down the hill and take a few shortcuts to your house.

You arrived just in time as the sun fully disappeared and the moon has taken its place in the sky.

You turn on all of the lights in the house before letting him in and quickly excused yourself to the bathroom, aware that he can see all the beads of sweat on your face.

You wash your face, apply lip balm, brush your hair, and spray a little perfume before getting out of the bathroom. You may still look exhausted but at least you smell nice.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't offered you a drink," you say the moment you see him standing there in the living room, looking out at the back garden with the view of the sea.

"That's okay," he says.

You go to the kitchen and suddenly forgot where you put your things in there, "water? Soda? Juice?"

"Anything will do!"

You take a glass from the top cabinet, "a glass of anything then!" You joke as you open the fridge to get a carton of juice.

His laugh is deep and echoing in the house, "do you mind if I take a look around?"

"Oh please, make yourself at home," you kindly reply and watches him making his way out to the back porch.

You bring the glass of juice in your hand knowing that he must be in your little studio and find him looking at your drawings.

"Here you go!" You give him his glass of juice.

"Thank you," He doesn't waste time taking a sip and puts the glass down on the table.

He then continues looking at the drawings you put on the wall and doing it so attractively, you get to see his side profile of sharp jaws, a small nose, and lips.

"Your drawings are beautiful!"

His deep voice is enough to get you out of your reverie, you immediately mutter your gratitude, "thanks!"

"You're a great artist!" He praises once again.

It's the way he delivers the praise that got your heart palpitations, "I'm not an artist yet but I got a scholarship to attend an art school this year," you don't want to brag but this kind of opportunity doesn't come often.

"In fact, I'm leaving next month," you add with an excited laugh, still can't believe it yourself.

Felix's gaze turns a shade dimmer like he has just heard something awful, "wow, congratulations!" He says but the excitement isn't there.

"Thank you!" Yet you sincerely thanked him for it.

You remember you haven't asked him his intention on this island, "how about you?"

"Huh?"

"Are you here for a vacation or do you plan on staying?" You ask out of curiosity.

"Or do you like my sister's pain au chocolat too much?" You add a joke at the end to not make it seems like you're pressuring him to answer.

He smiles and turns to face you, "I'm staying."

"Permanently?"

"It seems like that, yeah," he answers.

It's too early to assume that he was sad to know that you'll be leaving soon when he only started living on the island but you can't help it either.

"Well, you'll love it here," you tell him, and deep inside you got inexplicably sad that you only met him now.

You both exchange a gaze that elicits the same emotions, of something tender but sorrowful. How do you even have these sorts of feelings toward someone you know barely hours ago?

It's a mystery but you like how you can comfortably look into his eyes and drown yourself in them.

Felix breaks the eye contact first and asks, "so, where's the wind-chime?"

You slightly got a bit jittery, "it's uhm... it's in the other room," you can't find yourself saying the exact location but leads him there.

You both go back inside the house and turn to the right to enter one of the rooms.

Once he stepped inside, Felix calmly walks up to the window and pushes it open to let the air in.

The wind-chime sways and makes clinking sounds, "yours is beautiful," he compliments.

"I bet you know the wind-chime is just an excuse," you shyly say.

He sheepishly smiles and nods.

You approach him and stop right next to him, looking at his face under the pale moonlight that adds a mystifying glow, and makes him appear like a mythical entity.

"Can I kiss you?" You know your curiosity can only be answered with a kiss.

"I swear to you I've never done this before," you start to blabber because that's what you do when you're nervous.

"But you feel so oddly familiar to me like we've met and known each other for years, I just wanted to—"

Before you can finish your sentence, he leans in and closes the gap between your bodies.

It's like the stars aligned the moment your lips touched, it's ethereal and just right.

Your eyes are still closed when he pulls away and you try so hard to find a name for this peculiar feeling, one that resembles a feeling of coming home.

"Is it bad?" He asks with his hands still cupping your face as you stay quiet for a good minute.

You open your eyes and slowly shake your head, "kissing a stranger," you lowly mutter.

You jerk your head back in confusion, "I've never done that before..."

Felix softly chuckles, "yeah, you told me."

You touch his face and swipe your thumb over his small lips, "can we kiss again?"

Strange that you don't see any signs of confusion on Felix's face, "of course, yeah," he answers while laughing.

You're the one leaning in this time and gently place your lips on his, feeling his warm soft lips against yours for a few seconds then let go.

"Interesting..." you sigh in a perplexed tone.

Felix drops his hands to hold you by the waist and you like how he feels around you, safe and comfortable.

You look at his face and laugh at this funny thought that crossed your head, "can we do more than just a kiss?"

Felix once again doesn't seem to be surprised by the question but cracks a laugh at you, "is that what you want?"

You laugh again while burying your face in his chest, drinking in his natural scent mixed with sunshine and sea breeze.

Then you shyly nod without looking at him.

"We can do that," Felix says with his mouth close to the top of your head.

After a while, you look up at him and do not hesitate to kiss him, "maybe after a few more of this," you say between kisses.

And he caters to your wants, returning the kisses with the same passion while holding you close.

"Should we go to bed?" You ask.

Felix doesn't answer but takes you to your bed, patting the space next to him.

However, you choose to sit on his lap and straddle him, kissing him again only to be the one who breaks it again, "I can't believe I asked you that," you say with a low laugh.

You plant a long kiss on his lips and sigh, "I swear to you I am not the type to ask someone I barely know to have sex with me, I—"

You pause to catch a breath from your constant blabbering.

Felix brushes your hair to the side and endearingly cups your jaw, "are you nervous?"

You put your hands around his neck, "a little."

"Do you want to continue?"

"Yes," you answer rather too quickly but you're way past embarrassing yourself at this point.

Felix sweetly smiles as he puts all of your hair away to the side and holds them there, "you're so beautiful."

It's the sincerity in his voice that assured you that his compliments aren't just empty words, they are genuine.

You want to adore him in the same way, one hand slips in his dark locks, and the other trails his defined jaw, you use the chance to play connect the dots with the freckles on his face.

"And you are so, so beautiful," you mutter back as earnestly as possible your voice quivering along with your heart.

The kisses he places on your lips next feel softer and longer than the previous ones but they hold intensity in them, hungry and a little possessive as if someone will take it from him.

And the next kiss is explosive as if this one unlocked the insecurities in both of you, setting them free.

Felix starts to take the dress off of you, exposing your skin to the cool night air and raising goosebumps all over your body.

"I have to warn you that I might be bad at it," you say as Felix puts your dress away.

"At what?" He asks back.

"Sex," you meekly answer.

He takes your hands and put them on his chest, "I'll be the judge of that," he calmly says.

Somehow your hands know what to do and start working the buttons of his shirt, impatiently parting it open after seeing the muscles he hides underneath that shirt.

He helps by taking it off of him and putting it aside, drawing you close to him again, kissing you hungrier than before.

You both collapse onto the bed and tangled your bodies like two slithering snakes, touching and kneading, lips endlessly attached.

More pieces of clothing are off until there are none but mere skins and limbs on the white sheet.

Felix sinks his mouth onto your neck and kisses you there, wet kisses that make you flutter on the inside. Like you aren't intoxicated enough, he slides his mouth down your chest and hovers there, taking your breast in his mouth in turns.

Your soft moans fill the space and echo in the room, your hand slips into his silky fine hair.

You tug a little harder at it as he sucks harder on your nipple that Felix lets out a yelp.

"I'm sorry," you quickly apologize.

You gently rub his scalp with your fingertips to soothe the pain, "it's just that... they're so sensitive," you meekly admit.

Felix uses his index finger to rub your nipple in circular motions with his eyes looking at you through his lashes, "are they?"

You bite your lower lip to stop yourself from moaning and nod, "If you keep doing that, I may—" your words got cut off as Felix tugs your nipple between his teeth, then takes a mouthful of your ample flesh in his mouth.

Felix lets go with a popping sound, leaving your breast swollen and wet with his saliva.

He hastily kisses your mouth then brings his mouth close to your ear, "you know what?"

You turn your head to the side to look at him and mutter, "what?"

He presses his mouth into your other ear, "I can't wait to be inside you," his hot breath tickling, sending a shiver down your spine.

You feel the knot inside you ever so slowly tightening the more he aroused you.

Felix's hand is reaching for the drawers on the bedside table and you guess he's looking for condoms.

"It's on the second drawer," you tell him while watching his hand pull it open and take a condom out of the box.

It's probably a common thing that people keep condoms close to the bed, you reckon since Felix seems to know where you put them.

He sits on the edge of the bed, tears the wrapper open, and put the condom on, crawling back onto the bed once he's done.

He's smiling so sweetly as he hovers above you, placing small fluttering kisses on the side of your face. A hand glides down your body to part your legs open.

You capture his lips for a long, lingering kiss before letting him go, spreading your legs open for you.

Felix gives his cock a few pumps, wetting it with your essence as he rubs his length down your slit repeatedly.

He then put your legs over his and aligns his cock with your entrance, he holds your thighs as he slowly pushes in.

You grip the sheet underneath you and lowly moan as he keeps pushing the remaining length deeper into you.

The hand that holds your thigh, clawing into the flesh and making crescent marks on the skin.

With the last push of his hips, his cock is fully sheathed in your tight walls and he lets a low growl of satisfaction.

Felix lowers himself on you and places a kiss on your lips, taking a moment together to adjust to being inside each other.

You wrap your legs and arms around him, absorbing the heat his slim body emitting, feeling him skin to skin.

The quietness in the room only adds to the intimacy, there's nothing but the sound of your breathing and your body against each other.

Felix slowly thrusts into you but it's the stares deeply into your eyes that make you feel vulnerable under him. A hand holds the side of your head and brushes your hair to the side with such loving.

He softly smiles before speaking, "you're so quiet," he says and your eyes flutter shut as he places a long peck on your lips.

He cups your jaw and holds your gaze, "Is that good or bad?"

You lowly chuckle, a little hesitating to give him an honest answer but he needs to know.

"Good," you shortly reply.

He raises an eyebrow at you with his head slightly tipped to the side.

"Too good to be honest," you shamelessly admit.

The sweet smile returns to his face although he's deep inside you and fucking you like no one ever did to you.

He kisses your open mouth with his tongue invading yours, tasting more of you.

The moment he lets go, you gasp for air and feel a little lightheaded.

He wipes the mess around your lips and gives you a long peck after.

Felix is back kneeling on the bed, hands gripping your waist as you arch your back for him, giving him the right angle to thrust into you deeper.

He picks up the pace and you can feel yourself slipping away, drunk in pleasure. Your hands seek his but ended up holding his forearms.

"Oh my—" you start mumbling incoherent words and moaning at the same time.

Felix seems to be enjoying the sight as he lowly grunts through his gritted teeth, he lets go of your waist to hold your hands, intertwining them with his.

"You're so beautiful, my love," he murmurs.

Did you hear it right? Did he just call you that? 'My love'? Isn't it enough just by fucking you that he needs to call you that and makes your heart flutter in a heating moment like this?

Unexpectedly, Felix only lets the moment lasts for a while, he lets go of your hands and pulls out of you.

You let out a whine at the sudden emptiness and your eyes snap open, confused at this abrupt stop when it's getting really good.

It seems like Felix isn't as annoyed as you, he flashes you a sly smile and makes space on the bed.

He puts his hands under your thighs and holds them up, parting them open to sink his head in between.

A moan escapes your mouth as his hot mouth touches your dripping cunt and Felix makes out with it, using his tongue and lips.

It's messy but inexplicably hot, he licks you up and down your slit then drags his tongue to your clit to suck so hard on it.

You almost clamp him between your legs but he lifts his head at the right time. Felix makes a trail of kisses on your inner thigh while his hands knead the flesh.

It's like he knows how to touch you the right way, there's not one that you find uncomfortable. It's only possible if you had sex a few times together, it's either that or he knows how to please someone.

Next thing you know, he's back hovering above you, kissing you, all over your face and neck. He lays next to you and turns your body to face the other way with your back against his chest, then he holds his arm out to be your pillow which you gladly rest your head on.

He's peppering your neck and shoulder with wet little kisses and one hand makes its way to your wet core, fingering you even though you're already dripping down your thigh.

When he deems you're wet enough for him to penetrate again, he enters you once again from behind.

You can clearly hear his low groans as his mouth is so close to your ear.

"You feel so good," he murmurs into your ear, lips grazing your ear shell as he speaks.

"Gosh, I can feel you tightening around me," he adds.

Well, guess he knows that you like how he softly speaks into your ear and the deep voice doesn't help but make you even more aroused.

You curve your hand around his face and bring his head closer, turning your head to meet his hungry mouth for your lips.

Felix starts moving once again, a hand pulls your leg higher and thrusts deeper into you.

The knot inside you keeps tightening as well, your hand keeps holding his hand as Felix maintains his slow yet intensely hard thrusts.

"Close, mmh?" He asks you along with a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

Unable to provide a verbal answer, you stifle a nod at him.

Felix wraps your body with his arms and holds you so tightly as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, harder and deeper.

"Let's cum together, yeah?" He tells you.

Still, you can't force your foggy brain to form a verbal answer so you nod again. You can only grab his chin to kiss him again and moan into his mouth.

You cum almost at the same time not long after with your bodies sticking together like you are two puzzle pieces that fill each other's nooks and crooks.

When you think about it, it has been a long tiring day, tiring yet fulfilling, and now you feel so tired.

Felix kisses you and holds you close, cuddling you under the cover without pulling out yet. You like how each kiss gives you the same tingling feeling that you giggle like a schoolgirl. When his mouth is back on yours again, you kiss him back wholeheartedly until your heart aches.

"That was so good," you praise him with a shy smile.

"And you said you're bad at it," he says while clicking his tongue.

Just like your body can't find another time to interrupt, your stomach grumbles and you realize you haven't had dinner yet. You close your eyes in embarrassment as if that would hide you from him.

Felix lowly chuckles and kisses your cheek, "I'll go clean up and cook dinner for us," he says.

He kisses you again to finally get up from the bed and goes to the bathroom, leaving you on the bed alone still high in pleasure.

You allow yourself to lie for a minute before getting up as well, putting on a t-shirt. Since Felix plans to cook dinner, a thought runs into your head, you doubt you have something to cook in your fridge, so you hurriedly go to the kitchen to check the fridge.

You don't remember doing grocery shopping and stocking your fridge with a lot of vegetables, you give up on trying to remember things and shrug it off.

It's a relief that there's something for Felix to cook besides the packs of ramen in the top kitchen cabinet.

It takes Felix a long time in the bathroom and you figure he must be looking for towels or something, you jog back to your bedroom to tell him.

You knock his bag off the dining table on the way there and the contents scatter out of its bag, book, pens, wallet, notes, keys, everything.

"Oh no!" You immediately squat down to pick up the things on the floor, putting them back into his bag.

The book is the last thing you pick and it's the book he was reading at the bakery shop this morning, you turn to see the cover.

It's your favorite book from a Russian writer and Felix comes out of your room.

"I accidentally dropped your bag," you quickly explain before he gets the wrong idea.

"You're reading my favorite book," you blurt out of excitement.

“I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.”

You proceed to recite your favorite quote from the book with a smile on your face then flip open the book.

The smile fades as you recognize the handwriting on the first page, of your initial so you wouldn't lose your copy of the book.

You glance up at Felix whose eyes turn dim like a candle in the wind, "Is this mine?"

He doesn't answer but takes a few steps closer to you.

"Stop right there!" You snap at him with your hand outstretched to stop him from coming close to you.

"H—how do you have my book?" You ask him and lift the book right at him.

Felix seems to struggle to stay where he is, he keeps wanting to get close to you but resists the urge. He takes a deep breath, then says, "I can explain everything."

He takes a careful step towards you but you take a step away from him, maintaining a big gap between you.

"Don't come any closer!" You snap again and hold the book by the spine, ready to throw it at him if he tries to get close to you.

"Give me a chance to explain everything," he pleads with his arms reaching out to you.

His plead means nothing compares to the fear you're feeling right now. Not knowing who he is yet he has been keeping your book in his bag this whole time and you have no idea how he gets ahold of it. On top of that, you feel betrayed because he has been nothing but nice to you.

"Just tell me how the fuck you have my book?" You raise your voice and aim the book at him, something slips off from between the pages of the book and onto the floor.

It looks like a pamphlet from an art exhibition and you're about to glance away from it until you see it, a picture of you on the pamphlet.

"What is this?" You ask Felix.

"Why my picture is on this?"

He looks so sad rather than panic with his hands staying on his side with his face drops, "Let's sit down and I'll explain everything to you, please?"

You refuse to reconcile with him, you put the book down on the armrest of the sofa to read what the pamphlet says since it has a picture of you.

It has your name on it then a short biography of you, you skim the part you already know about your life, then to the part where it gets strange.

"... known opulent colors and dynamic compositions, she's considered to be one of the best artists of the past decade. With just a few confident lines, she could convey gestures and emotions.

Her love for drawing started at a young age and in her early 20s, she planned to move to the capital city of art after accepting a scholarship to the prestigious art school that's also an alma mater to many talented artists.

A month prior to the plan, she got into a terrible accident that caused severe brain damage which got her diagnosed with amnesia anterograde, a type of memory loss that occurs when one can't form new memories. She permanently loses the ability to learn or retain any new information.

Ever since she wakes up living the same day over and over again, that is August 21 when the tragic accident happened.

But what remains different from her day is the drawing she made that captures the beauty of the island she lives in through her eyes.

Every drawing shown in the exhibition is taken right from her personal journal and has been carefully selected by the person who discovered her talent, a retired dancer, Felix Lee.

This drawing series proves two things: that there are no boundaries in art and just like the title of the exhibition itself, her talent is one of a kind."

It's like reading about a life that isn't yours. You refuse to believe it and throw it across the room. That is not you, someone has been pulling a prank on you.

"I would have known if I got into a tragic accident? What brain damage?" You laugh it off while pacing the room.

"You got hit by a car when you were on your bike, you were on your way to the castle on the hill," he speaks with his eyes closed as if it hurts to tell you that.

"No, that didn't happen!" You shake your head in disbelief and try to block him from messing with your head.

Felix remains where he is but looks terribly sad, "you have a scar on the right of your head to prove it," he meekly says.

"No, I don't!" You strongly deny his words.

He just stares at you with those sad and dim eyes, the ones that you hate to see on him.

"If this is some kind of joke to you, just know that it isn't funny!" You look him dead in the eyes as you warn him.

You know he's lying but you have to prove it yourself, your hand reaches for your head and slowly traces your scalp for any kind of...

There, you feel it, the indentation of a scar along the side of your head. You didn't feel it until you acknowledge it, it stings that your eyes start to water.

"What is this? I don't—" you keep denying it because you don't want it to be true.

You break down onto the floor as tears roll down your face, "I don't understand. I never got into an accident, I swear, I—"

Felix comes to hold you and you don't have any energy left in you to stop him, so you let him. You let him hold you so tight as if he wants to squeeze the sadness out of you.

"It's okay. It's not your fault," he says to you and tightens his hold around you.

"I don't believe it!" You deny still even though now you know that it's true and it hurts so much like a ton of bricks falls onto your head at once.

Felix lets you cry into his chest until you calm and your body stops shaking, he brings you a glass of water, then sits across from you.

He explains everything about how you got into the accident and what caused your memory loss, how have you been living. Everything starts to make sense, the familiar feelings, and the people, how this island stays the same but feels so strange to you.

"Are you the Felix Lee? The one who discovered me?" You ask while holding the glass of water in your hands.

"Yes."

"What are we?" You ask.

The question seems to surprise him, maybe it's too personal or too complicated for him to find a definite answer. You think of another question to ask him.

"Since when did you know me?"

"Last year." He answers.

"You've known me for a year?"

He nods.

"Did you know right away about my condition?"

He shakes his head and leans forward, clasping his hands in front of him, "I met you at your sister's bakery shop."

"Just like today?"

He nods again, "that's pretty much how we met," he confirms.

"Then?"

"You didn't recognize me the next day and we had a little argument, at one point you're about to splash me with your cup of coffee," he awkwardly chuckles.

You cringe hearing that from him but that's one of the things you'd likely do.

"Then your sister explained to me about your condition," he adds.

This is the part that intrigues you, he has the option to leave and remains a stranger to you. But why? He said it's been a year since he knew you yet he's here.

"Then why are you still here?" You ask.

"Because I fell in love with you," he shortly replies as if it's an obvious and the only right answer. As if those words won't make your heart aches from hearing it.

Tears start pooling in your eyes again, "why don't you fall in love with someone else?" Your voice breaks at the end of the sentence.

"Because they're not you," he answers.

You can't believe that he's been doing this for a year when he can have a life out there, and falls in love with someone who can make new memories with him every day.

"Why?" You croak as tears caught in your throat.

Felix's eyes are glossy and they're shining under the lights, "Because I love you and I want to be with you," he reaches for your hands and holds them.

"But I—" you pause to catch a breath, "But I won't remember you—" you can't finish your sentence as you start to sob.

Felix comes to your side and holds you again.

"I'll keep forgetting you every day," you say again and let it sink, in how tragic it is to not be able to remember him.

He holds your face in his hands, wiping the tears on your cheeks with such loving, "But you do remember me," he says.

But that only hurt you more, how you can't remember him and how it's frustrating to you. You kept saying how he feels familiar to you but can't remember who he is and that he's been by your side for the past year.

That explains the feelings you have for him, that it's there and it's real.

"And I don't want to forget you again," you sob into his chest.

It seems that it's not the first time Felix finds you like this and that's sad. Why did it happen to you? Who should you blame for this? The driver who lost control of his car? God?

All you know is blaming anyone or anything won't solve anything but make you suffer.

You're lucky you have someone who stays by your side and tries to remind you of him.

You look up at him and hold his face, "I wish we met the day before the accident," you say.

He shakes his head, "No, I wish you never had to experience all of this," he corrects you.

You kiss him with all of your heart and yes, you do remember him. This kiss, these lips, these hands that hold yours, and the warmth of his embrace.

It's him, your heart remembers him.

To put it simply, you have all of your memories from the earliest you remember until the day of the accident stored in your brain.

You just can't retain any new memories and your slate is wiped clean every night when you go to sleep. You wake up every day thinking that it's the day of the accident, August 21.

You can't believe that the whole town is keeping this from you but you also understand why they chose to do that, they don't want to hurt you with the harsh truth of your condition.

You believe that Felix has the same good intentions, he just wanted to protect you.

"Breakfast for dinner, huh?" You say as he serves you a plate of food in front of you. It consists of sautéed veggies, a baked potato with cheese, bacon, and toasted mini waffles.

"Is this my favorite of your cooking?"

"No," he replies.

Felix makes himself a plate of dinner too then sits next to you at the dining table, "your favorite is the grilled cheese but we had that yesterday," he adds.

When you think about it again, it's sad that you can't remember anything that you like about him. Just anything about him for that matter. You also understand that it takes a lot of patience to be with you and you're so grateful beyond words for him.

You take his hand and hold it there on your lap, "So I guess Mr. Park is no longer working at the planetarium?" You ask while taking a spoonful of food.

"He moved out of the island a few months ago," Felix answers.

"And the child at the giftshop is the daughter of the owner?"

He nods, "her name is Nana and she likes you very much."

You smile while chewing your food, "and what day is it?"

"It's Monday."

"You paid for the extra scoop?" You guess again.

He nods again.

You shove another spoonful of food into your mouth, "I think this is my new favorite cooking of you," you say.

Felix chuckles in response.

"What?"

"You said that to everything I cooked for you," he answers with a sheepish smile.

Apart from your memory loss, you know yourself well that when you compliment someone or something, you mean them.

"Well then that means I love your cooking," you conclude with a smile.

He brings your hand close to his lips to softly kiss your knuckle, "thank you," he mutters so sweetly.

After washing the dinner down with a few glasses of wine, you're snuggling with Felix as he holds you close on the bed, looking out at the night sky through the open window.

You rest your head on his chest and listen to his steady heartbeat, "Did our days always end like this?" You ask out of pure curiosity.

Felix removes the strands of hair from covering your face and gently kisses your forehead, "not always."

"No?" You ask with sad eyes.

"There are good days and bad days, days in between," he vaguely answers.

"Some days are like today, some days you didn't and sometimes, I just let you be," he explains while caressing your cheek with the back of his hand.

There's a possibility that you hurt him on one of those days too but he chooses not to let you know.

"It must be hard for you," you feel bad for him, for being stuck in the endless cycle to try and make you remember him.

He shakes his head, "as long as you're happy," he says.

You put your hand across his chest and hold him, feeling him as a whole person with a beating heart that loves you regardless of your condition.

You tilt your head up and look at him, you probably have done it more than a hundred times already but your heart flutters still.

You place a soft kiss on his lips because words can't truly fathom how thankful you are for him.

You pull away from the kiss with a smile while admiring his pretty face from up close, wiping your thumb over his lips.

He holds the side of your face affectionately, "you seem to have another question for me," he narrows his eyes at you.

You get flustered even though you haven't said anything, you lay on your stomach and prop a hand under your chin, nodding at him.

"You can ask me anything," he says with his hand on the arch of your back.

"Did the sex always this good?" You shyly ask.

Felix gets flustered as well that he closes his eyes and scrunch his nose, "I think so, yes," he answers.

You keep nodding while smiling, you hover over his body and have him pinned under you.

"That's all I need to know," you say before lowering your mouth for a kiss.

Felix puts his hands around your waist and holds you still, "are you sure you only need to know?"

He certainly knows you well.

If the sex is always that good, it would be a missed opportunity to not have another round with him. Adding to the fact that he's not a total stranger to you changes everything significantly.

You feel a lot more confident, comfortable around him, and safe.

And he's just so... oh, he's so gorgeous, you wonder how this man comes into your life. What is the possibility of a star falling onto your lap just like that? You're so lucky.

Felix intensely looks at you with his half-shut eyes, shifting between seeing his cock going in and out of you and the way you bounce on his cock.

You lean back with your hands on his legs as support and your feet are on each side of his body.

Your breasts move along with every movement you make on top of him and Felix allows himself to fondle them with his hands.

His other hand steadily holds your waist, gripping it so hard you're sure he's making a mark there.

"So good, my love, oh..." he murmurs as he pinches your nipple between his fingers.

You slow down the pace and roll your hips in circular motions, making him feel you whole.

He squeezes on your breast as a groan escapes his mouth, "the way you clench around me, baby," he sighs with eyes closed.

You fondle your breast together with his hand, giggling at how he looked so intoxicated by the pleasure you brought to him.

You continue rolling your hips, back and forth, slow and steady, feeling his length inside you, nudging the sensitive spot repeatedly.

"I don't think I'll last long this time," he says with a mix of delight and desperation in his voice.

You take both of his hands and clasped them with yours, using them as a support as you pick up the pace of your movement.

You hear him cursing under his breath plenty of times already but that only makes you want to please him more, picking up the pace because you can feel that he's so close to his release.

You're enjoying yourself by pleasing him, whining in pleasure, and touching yourself.

A moment later, you can feel his cock twitching inside you as he fills the condom with his seed. A mix of grunts and moans spilled out of his parted mouth.

"And you said you're so bad at it, huh?" He breathlessly says to you.

You chuckle then lower yourself on top of him, sloppily kissing him on the mouth.

He takes a fistful of your hair in his hand as he kisses you back so hard that your lungs burn from running out of oxygen.

The night is getting late and it has been a very long, fulfilling day. The exhaustion got to you and your eyes start to get heavy while Felix held you close with no gap left between your bodies.

"You're sleepy," he says while brushing your hair with his little fingers.

You widen your eyes to prevent them from drooping, "I'm alright," you lie.

He gently pats your head then kisses it, "it's okay, you can rest now."

You shake your head and bury your face in his chest, "If I do then I'll forget you," you sadly say, feeling a lump forming in your throat.

He places his two fingers under your chin and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him.

"That's okay," he assures you with a tender kiss on your lips.

He holds your gaze and the warmth oozes out of his brown eyes, "I'll make you remember me."

He gives your lips a quick peck on the lips, "tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, for the rest of the week, for as long as I live..."

He takes your hand and kisses it, "I promise that I'll make you remember me," he finishes.

The tears just start to flow out of your eyes and roll down your cheeks, your heart hurts so much like someone stabbed it repeatedly.

"Why did you do this?" You speak between your low sobs.

Felix sadly smiles but his eyes remain kind and warm, "I told you, I want to be with you."

You dive into his arms and into the safety of his embrace where nothing can hurt you. You'll soon forget how his body feels against you, his gentle touch, and his intoxicating lips that always entice you to kiss.

Then a pair of hands that always knows how to wipe your sadness away and protect you from harm, hands that know how to please you and put you at ease.

For the first time you feel so sure about everything, this moment and this person, this feels right because he's right.

With steadfast conviction, you look into his eyes and say those words that are meant to be said to him, "I love you." You dare to let your heart wide open because you know he wouldn't break it, and it does feel like you have said it for the umpteenth time. You don't remember it but your heart keeps the count.

Your brain would soon dismiss him from your memory but your heart will remember him as the one who says, "I love you too."

Felix likes watching you sleep with your hands folded under your head, lost in your peaceful dream.

He would stay the night up, guarding you against the bad dreams that might invade your sleep and admire your beautiful face that you're so unaware of.

When the dawn breaks, no matter how much he wants to stay, he knows it's his time to go.

He allows himself to have a moment to take a long look at your face, caressing it so tenderly like you would break if he touches you the wrong way.

"We'll meet again today," he whispers into your ear then gives a long, lingering kiss on your forehead.

"I love you," he finishes with another kiss on the back of your hand.

He lingers by the doorway to see your sleeping figure under the cast of bluish light, where he questions himself if this is right to keep doing this.

He refuses to give up just because that's easier. He has faith that in that caged heart of yours, you remember him.

He knows his answer would always be to stay with you then blames himself for letting the doubt take over him for a second.

He opens your journal to rip the pages of drawings you did that day and put everything back into your bag. He gathers his things and makes sure that he left no trace of himself in the house.

On the way out, he meets your sister who's going to help him put things back into their place like it's August 21 all over again.

"How was she?" She asks while holding the copy of the same dress you wear every day in one hand.

"She remembered me," Felix answers.

She lets out a sigh of relief, "That's good," she comments.

"You'd better go home and get some rest," she adds.

Felix nods and takes your sister's bike with him, going back to his cottage not far from your house.

He compiles the drawings you did into the collection he has saved in files, email the gallery director if she's interested to display new drawings of you.

He rests for a few hours before getting up and getting ready for a new day.

You always come to your sister's bakery shop around 7.30 and Felix comes a few minutes late on purpose.

When he enters the bakery, he sees you already sitting in your favorite spot in the bakery and silently drawing on your journal.

Felix orders himself a cup of coffee and a pastry from your sister.

"She looks bright this morning," your sister says as she hands him his orders.

Apart from your swollen eyes, your sister is right.

You are as radiant as ever, your smile is scintillating and the morning shining through the window adds a glow to your heavenly presence.

He takes slow walks to your table and he tries not to startle you by clearing his throat to make his presence known.

You look up at him, wide-eyed and curious.

"Good morning!" He begins.

"Morning!" You greet back with zero enthusiasm.

No matter how many times he received this cold expression from you, he believes he'll never get used to it.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Felix asks and careful with the way he says it. He doesn't want to come off as if he wants to intrude on your day, he just wants to be a part of your day, no matter how small it is.

He did this a handful of times already, sometimes you accepted him, sometimes you rejected him, and a few times, you didn't even let him in at all.

He's prepared for both the best and the worst of outcomes.

He feels your eyes scanning him for any signs of red flags and then looks down at your drawing.

"You may sit," you answer without looking at him.

This is categorized as a good result, it's better than you flatly rejected as you did a few days ago.

Felix doesn't want to rush things so he pulls out his book, sips his coffee, and tries not to notice how you quietly glance at him.

He bites into his pastry and that seems to evoke your curiosity.

"What are you having?" You ask but keep your eyes on your drawing.

"Oh it's a..." he pauses to think of a clever way to answer you and one that would make you laugh.

"Pain au chocolat," he answers.

You snort in response.

"What?"

"That's not a pain au chocolat," you say.

"It isn't?"

You put your pencil down and drink your coffee, "that's a chocolate croissant," you correct him.

"I thought it was the same," Felix says with utmost surprise even though he heard it before.

" They are made from the same dough but pain au chocolat is shaped in a cuboid piece rather than a croissant," you explain and take another sip of your coffee.

"Ah!" Felix exclaims.

"I've been misinformed this whole time!" He says with an irritated sigh.

"That's okay, the internet can be misleading sometimes," you sneer.

"How do I know your information is legit?" Felix dares with a sly smile.

You cross your arms in front of you, "my sister owns this bakery," you say with a smirk.

The mischief in that curl of your lips, he likes it on you.

"So that proves your pastry profiling skill?" He leans forward and raises an eyebrow at you.

You got quiet for a while then all of sudden, burst into laughter.

"Pastry profiling— What?"

Gosh, seeing you laugh makes his heart full and he wants to keep doing that: making you happy.

Felix points to your journal, "are you drawing sketches of pastries, huh? Let me see!" He jokes.

"No, I'm not," you say while still laughing.

The laugh dies down after a moment and it's the first time you look into his eyes that day, "How come I've never seen you here before?"

"I'm new in this town," he answers.

You put your journal aside and lean on the table, "and you are?"

"I'm Felix, nice to meet you!" He introduces himself and holds out his hand at you.

You seem to hesitate at first but confidently take his hand and shake it for a few seconds, "Nice to meet you!"

And that's how another day begins.

Another day of trying to make you fall in love with him all over again.

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annaphoenix1994 · 1 year

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Ch.83 - No Such Thing as Quick

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^ GIF is self-explanatory; Simon and Kiera engage in much-anticipated sex.

A/N: I got carried away with this smut chapter and I'm not sorry about it. Please enjoy because I know I did.

Simon lay on the couch with Evie on his chest, a pacifier between her lips as she slept soundly, her right hand clasped around the chain of Simon's dog tags, leaving them exposed as he knew they always sparked curiosity in her, using them to his advantage as Evie was still restless after returning home.

His lids became heavy as the steady heat from the fireplace kept his skin warm, listening to the light clatter of pots and pans colliding in the kitchen nearby as Kiera was preparing for dinner, keeping the baby monitor on the counter to listen for signs of Jacob waking up from his nap, satisfied that he was rather hungry after his appointment, assuring his mother that a long nap would follow, giving her plenty of time to get things done around the house while she had the advantage.

As Simon's eyes were about to shut for a nap himself, they shot open at Kiera's hushed scolding, knowing immediately that the cat had gotten up to mischief. "Church! You motherfucker! Stop trying to knock the glasses off of the counter!" She scolded, picking up the cat and setting him on the floor, hating how he was always entitled to jump up on the counter as he was always nosy when Kiera tried to cook.

He breathed a chuckle at her slight aggravation, moving slowly to stretch his arm above his head to cradle the crown of his skull in the crook of his elbow, sighing through his nose while his eyes looked down to Evie, suckling calmly on the pacifier and her eyes relaxed closed. His free hand rested on Evie's back, keeping her secure against his chest just in case she tried to roll over in her sleep while the remote to the television rested on his hip, purposely putting on a show Kiera liked as she had a habit of trying to watch the television while the oven pre-heated or when she was cutting vegetables, Simon putting on a show that matched her mood.

When she was in a loving mood, he put on This Is Us.

When she was in a funny mood, he put on Reba, Jackass or Rob Dyrdek's Fantasy Factory

When she was in a frustrated mood, he put on 90 Day Fiancé. Which he understood, because when he'd watch it with her, he became frustrated too. Especially with how ignorant and oblivious to how some of the people were. Love is definitely blind, he would think. But my eyes are wide open with Kiera. I see no flaws.

On this particular day, he put on Rob Dyrdek's Fantasy Factory, smirking at the sound of Kiera's distant giggles every time something happened, finding the show just as amusing as he wished he could have that much fun in his younger years.

"Do you need any help, love?" He asked, looking up at her as she sat on the edge of the couch, her eyes locked on the commotion within the television show as her free hand rubbed circles along his sleeved arm.

"I'm alright, babe. Just passing the time while I'm waiting for the water to boil." She assured him, moving her hand up his arm to rest on his shoulder, slowly moving its way to his hair, pushing it back away from his face, his eyes growing heavy with every delicate stroke of her fingers.

"What're you making tonight?"

"Steak tips, macaroni and cheese, baked potatoes, creamed corn, and sweet peas." She smiled.

"What's the occasion?" He chuckled, moving his head to kiss her palm as it cupped his cheek.

"Remember? You invited Price over for dinner tonight since he didn't want to participate in the festivities the wranglers are hosting tonight."

He shrugged, "What festivities?"

"Teeter put it together."

"Bloody hell," He scoffed. "I can understand why he doesn't want to participate."

"Teeter was explaining to Gaz and Rudy that she can team rope while being plastered. They didn't believe it, so she and the wranglers talked them into trying and if they fall off, they have to play Cowboy Poker."

"Christ," He grumbled. "Please tell me they're not using a horned bull."

"You should know better than that, babe," She giggled. "For the first round they won't."

"Remind me to go down there and check on them."

"They'll be fine, Simon. We'll go down there after dinner and when I put the kids to bed."

"Okay, love. What time is Price supposed to be up here?"

"Around seven. Him and Alejandro went into town to pick up some tequila. Alejandro was wanting to have a "Mexican Welcome" of his own by grilling at the barn for the wranglers."

"I grow more worried the more you tell me what their plans are." He chuckled.

"Trust me, I am too, especially if it was Teeter's idea, but I'm going to assume that no news is good news and that they really don't fuck with a bull."

"I hope so," He sighed, his eyes wandering over her, pupils dilated at the sight of her in his military sweatshirt - a sweatshirt that he wasn't able to fit in anymore due to his muscle gain. "I hope you plan on changing before Price gets here."

She giggled, "I will. I know it's not appropriate to wear just your shirt without anything underneath."

She watched his breath hitch at the thought of the new information, Simon assuming she had been wearing a pair of shorts under his shirt instead of just panties. "Don't tell me that." He sighed, his heartrate quickening.

"And why not?"

"Starting something you can't finish, love." He arched his brow.

His index finger couldn't help but twitch as she bit her bottom lip playfully, "Oh, I'm not going to start anything unless you have a condom. Can't risk getting pregnant again so soon." She teased.

"Give me a half hour to go into town and back, then." He smirked.

"By the time you get back, we won't have much time before Price gets here," She shook her head with a giggle. "But I'd consider it knowing you can make it quick."

She knew it was a lie, but fuck if she didn't enjoy teasing him about it.

Mainly knowing that he always made it a point to last just ten minutes longer when she was overstimulated and begging for a release.

He scoffed, "Then I'll pull out."

"We both know that's a lie, babe."

"You're right. Can't help it." He chuckled playfully. He knew he could if it came down to it, but he enjoyed teasing her.

"My point exactly," She giggled, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. "Until you can control yourself or get a condom, I'm going to continue making dinner for us and our guest."

He huffed at her answer, licking his lips as he took a glance at her rear as she got up, knowing exactly what was underneath that sweatshirt.

He waited until she got back into the kitchen, looking down to see Evie sleeping soundly against his chest, holding the same position except her grip on his dog tags had loosened, letting him know that she was fully asleep. He got up quietly, seeing that Kiera hadn't noticed him stand up to take Evie into the nursery, laying her down in her crip and swaddling her with the handmade blanket Eva had made for her, Jacob having one to match except he was growing to not being a fan of being swaddled in the evening, seeming to want more room for his arms as his habit was stretching his arms to the side as he slept.

Ensuring Evie wasn't disturbed when he ensured she was comfortable in her crib, he refrained from closing the door completely by leaving a slight crack in the doorframe before proceeding on the mission that Kiera had started.

The couple had refrained from being intimate due to Kiera's healing journey which Simon respected, having no problem waiting to have sex until she was ready, although many conversations occurred during the predicted abstinence trial after having her C-Section.

His steps were silent as he approached her from behind, his gaze targeting her as she had her back facing him while she had been washing the potatoes in the sink, his senses going mad at the sight of her hair in a messy bun to keep her hair from her eyes as she worked.

Steadily, his hands found their place on her waist, Kiera gasping at his sudden appearance from behind her. "You like teasing me, yeah?" He whispered, nuzzling his face against her bare neck, placing a kiss where he felt her pulse quicken with excitement. He knew she was getting aroused, imagining how wet she was getting just by his touch alone. She may deny it was a playful remark, but he knew her body like the back of his hand just as much as he imagined his palm was her on occasion.

By instinct, she arched her back against him, her head lulling to the side to give him better access to her neck. "I gain enjoyment out of it." She hummed, inviting him further by her body language, pressing her thighs together subtly, feeling an enticing throb from between her legs, imagining how he could bend her over the counter effortlessly.

"Just like I gain enjoyment out of watching you try to hide your arousal from me, love," He whispered against her neck, using his left arm to reach in front of her to turn off the water flow on the sink before grasping the sink basin where it met the counter, his veins protruding with arousal.

"Is that right?" She giggled, feeling him hum against her neck before placing another kiss there.

"I can almost hear your heartbeat," He whispered. "Just like your thighs are pressing together."

She bit her lip as she turned around in his arms, caged between him and the counter as he pressed his lips to her forehead while her arms snaked around his shoulders. "We just have to be careful, babe."

He nodded, placing another kiss to her forehead before stepping aside to reach to turn off the stove before quickly and tenderly picking her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, holding her securely against him with one arm while the other grasped the baby monitor to take with him. She giggled as she placed kisses along his jaw and cheek while he closed the bedroom door with his foot. "What're we going to do if Price comes over early?"

"He'll understand." He grumbled, using his knee to brace himself as he easily lowered her onto their made bed, careful not to lay his entire weight on her to refrain from putting pressure on the healing scar from her C-Section.

His kisses were gentle and passionate, letting her hands explore his body while his made a trail of their own, one arm propping himself up next to her head while the other trailed down her side and towards the inside of her thighs, cupping her through her underwear, feeling the soaked pad of her underwear. "Fuck, love." He grumbled into her mouth.

"What is it?"

"You're so wet, I'm afraid you won't be able to feel me." He rasped, his heartrate increasing at his discovery.

"Only one way to find out, baby." She panted, her fingers splayed through his hair. His fingers curled around the pad of her underwear, the top of his fingers already soaked before he could even get her underwear off completely. He tossed them to the floor, his lips starting at the inside of her knee, his lips leaving one kiss along their trail until they reached her core, an immensely sweet taste engulfing his tongue, Simon unable to restrain the satisfied groan that left his lips, the vibration around her clit making her gasp in pleasure, her thighs nearly caging his head in place.

His tongue made slow, sensual strokes between her folds, his free hand coming up to line up the tip of his index finger with her entrance, watching it slowly disappear within her and making his cock twitch almost painfully. He didn't care about his pleasure when it came to their time in the bedroom, his sole purpose but pleasing her before himself. And tonight, it was about her pleasure.

"Best be quiet, love," He said against her core, a sharp reminder of their reason to be quiet, the vibrations from his mouth causing her to tremble. "Don't want to wake them too early."

"I'm never quiet when I'm like this," She giggled. "Guess you'll just have to make me."

He huffed a chuckle against her, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh before standing to his feet to walk around the bed, removing his shirt and tossing it onto the bed, sitting on his knees to look down at her, bringing his shirt into her view, Kiera unintentionally giving him the ultimate siren eyes that drove him wild, begging him. "Open that pretty mouth, love."

She smirked, doing as she was told, watching him fold one of his sleeves before placing it between her teeth, using the remaining fabric to cover her eyes while he used the other sleeve to wrap around her head and tying it off upon itself. "Good girl," He praised. "If you get uncomfortable, just tap on my arm."

She nodded, her breathing quickened as she felt his presence move throughout the room, hearing him open up the drawer from her nightstand, knowing that he was getting an ally. Oh, fuck, I have two toys in there! She wondered. Which one is he going to use?!

He chose the butterfly dildo and vibrator, smirking as it nowhere near resembled his size, thinking it was cute how she could still satisfy herself with such a smaller toy. He turned it on, pressing the tip of it to the outside of her hip, tracing it along her bare skin and to the inside of her thighs, feeling her tense of nervousness as she sensed the light turning on, growing immediately insecure that he was seeing her core in direct light again, forcing herself to remember that he never would judge her. She felt him lay between her thighs, putting the vibrator on its lowest setting before testing it against her clit, hearing a muffled gasp leave her lips before he pressed the tip to her entrance, teasingly pushing it in, watching how she contracted her muscles unintentionally as if she were trying to suck it in herself.

His cock couldn't help but twitch as he thought about how he felt it when he would slide himself inside of her. Fuckin' amazing, he mused. His eyes kept their gaze on her as the tip disappeared within her, feeling slight resistance from how tight she was, leaving a glare on the silicone with every slow thrust, his eyes glancing up at her as she arched her back, muffling another moan once she felt the vibrations against her G-Spot.

After a few thrusts, he used his thumb to turn on the butterfly of the vibrator, sheathing it fully inside of her before the butterfly could make contact with her clit, hearing a wince and a moan leave her lips as her hands trailed down to find his free hand, letting her dig her nails into the skin between his thumb and index finger. She felt weightless as he continued to use the toy on her, wondering how he knew to use it better than her own when she would use it, but she didn't care as she always knew that he knew exactly what he was doing.

She heard him groan as well as the sounds the vibrator made once he pulled it out before pushing it back in, unaware that Simon was groaning at the sight of a faint white ring pooling at the base of the vibrator, answering his assumption of how wet she truly was. "Fuuuuckkin' hell, love. Not even a half-hour in and you're already making a mess on this fake knob," He teased, his heart pounding against his chest. "Makes me think you prefer this over mine."

His head was pressing against her inner thigh, fascinated with how he was able to pleasure her with the toy without the use of his cock, but immensely excited at the sight, knowing that he did even better with his own, only using toys on her to intensify her pleasure, although he could admit that the feeling of a vibrator against his cock as he thrust himself inside of her was equally as pleasurable. He smirked as he watched her shake her head in disagreement with his statement, rewarding her with a kiss to the inside of her thigh as he continued his enjoyment of using the toy on her, knowing that a lot of her pleasure came from clitoral stimulation instead of vaginal, conquering this theory by also grabbing the regular vibrator from the drawer when he retrieved the other toy, knowing he'd be using it on her when he buried himself within her.

"S-Simon," She panted, using her hand to remove the shirt from her mouth. "Need you inside of me."

"Is that a command, love?" He replied, a smirk against her thigh.

"I can make it one."

"Let's hear it."

She bit her lip, "Inside of me. Now."

"I like when you get assertive with me, sweetheart." He replied, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee before moving to sit on his knees, pleased to see the toy still inside of her without his grasp on it while he slid down his sweatpants, pumping himself once before using his right hand to slowly slide the toy from her, turning it off before setting it aside and using the same hand to turn his dog tags around his neck, the tags resting between his shoulder blades before he lined himself up with her entrance after sliding his length through her folds to lubricate himself, watching himself slide in without having to use his hand, nearly whimpering at the sensation he missed so much. He propped himself on his elbow with his left arm, bringing his right hand up to reveal her eyes, able to see the pleasure he was bringing to her.

Her legs moved to wrap around his waist, moaning into his mouth as his thrusts were gentle, yet assertive, their tongues dancing with each other as if it were the last time. "Oh, Simon-" She panted, her hands splaying across the built muscle of his back, feeling them tense with every thrust, his entire torso nearly twice the size of hers, fully hiding her beneath him.

"What is it, love?" He whispered into her jaw.

"You-You're so...big."

He chuckled at her remark, unable to resist the seemingly harsh thrust while he rolled his hips, feeling the skin of his hips making contact with hers, an almost-sticky sensation residing in its wake as he withdrew.

"I like to think I am."

"You should know." She whimpered, digging her nails into his back, opening her eyes briefly to make contact with his.

"Better make sure you leave scratches if you're going to dig those pretty fingers in my back."

She hummed in amusement at his filthy talk, biting her lip as she began to do as she was told, making it a personal mission to leave several scratches along his back from his tailbone all the way up to his shoulders. "Is that why you always insist for me to get my nails done?"

"I wouldn't say I insist since you like having your nails done, but keep in mind that I always want you to get them done so you can leave scratches on me later." He teased, his right hand leaving her hip to feel for the single vibrator, using his thumb and index finger to grasp it as he turned it on, his mouth filling with her moan once it made contact with her clit, turning it upwards to find the perfect spot that wouldn't overstimulate her too quickly, finding the perfect rhythm to follow with every deep thrust, purposely rolling his hips as he did to hit her G-Spot every time.

"Just like you're giving me your last name so I can scream your first?" She hummed, legs tightening around his waist.

"Oh, how I like the sound of that. Fuckin' clever girl."

They lay in immense passion, Simon whimpering every time he felt the spongy material with the tip of his cock every time it hit her G-Spot, his right hand nearly soaked in her natural stimulation, her nails digging crescents and leaving long welts along the thick muscle of his back, their lips dancing with each other, their teeth nearly making contact with every other deep kiss, a thin sheet of sweat appearing on them as the time went on...

Only to be interrupted by the ringing of Simon's phone from the nightstand, his head shooting up to fix his gaze on the screen, wondering who was calling. He stilled, sighing at the feeling of Kiera tightening around him as he reached for his phone, a mischievous grin appearing on his lips when he recognized it was Price calling him. Seeing that it was five minutes past seven o'clock, he pressed his hips tightly against her, pinning the vibrator between him and her clit, slowly rolling his hips to continue giving her pleasure, "Let's see how quiet you can be, yeah?" He whispered, watching her bite her bottom lip at the challenge ahead, watching him use his thumb to slide across the screen, putting it on speaker before laying it on the bed to resume using his right hand to dive between their hips, placing the vibrator back against her clit as his thrusts resumed to a devilishly and teasingly slow pace.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, mate, I wanted to let you know I was here. I didn't want to knock and risk the dog barking and waking up the kids." Price answered.

He saw that Kiera was about to release another moan, shooting her a playfully threatening glare before she covered her own mouth and turning her head to the side just in case one slipped through her fingers, her other hand digging into his tattooed forearm.

"Thanks," He answered, no evidence in his tone that he had been interrupted. "I'm coming."

"Alright, Simon. I'll be right outside."

"I'll be just a few minutes," He stated, feeling Kiera's thighs starting to tremble, letting him know that her orgasm was on the tide. "Just got out of the shower and need to change."

"Take your time, mate. Is Kiera home from town?"

Yeah, she's right under me, Simon chuckled to himself. "She is. She's feeding Jacob right now. I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay."

He refrained from hanging up first, not wanting to risk Kiera losing sight of her orgasm. Instead, he held his own breath as he waited for Price to hang up first, letting his phone fall asleep before Kiera removed her hand from her mouth. "That was close." She panted.

"Poor bloke was completely oblivious that I was railing you throughout the entire conversation," He chuckled, "But I know you're close."

She nodded, moaning into his mouth once his lips returned. "Let it go, love."

He felt her contract around him, her walls fluttering with the intense stimulation. "There you fuckin' go," He nearly whined, coaxing her through her much-needed orgasm. "Come all over it."

She sighed, her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head as she chased her high, Simon continuing his pace, nearly losing himself inside of her before he rapidly reminded himself to not release, knowing it would put her at risk.

He felt how sensitive she was, removing the vibrator from her clit to continue thrusting so that he could withdraw and shower her stomach with his spend. That was, until she intrigued him with a request. "Come in my mouth, Simon."

"Dessert before dinner, yeah?" He smirked.

"Always."

He withdrew, watching her move to where her head dangled over the edge of the bed, willingly opening her mouth and flattening her tongue as her hands clasped around the back of his thighs. She had never done this before, but it aroused him all the same as he imagined viewing the bulge of his cock in her throat. Bloody fuckin' hell.

She took him willingly, managing to twirl her tongue around him as he filled her mouth, Simon feeling her throat constrict as he pressed further with her guiding hands, releasing a slight gag at the semi-burning sensation, but he continued when she pulled him further. His mental image coming true, he saw the bulge of his cock within her throat, making him groan at the sight, watching her breasts recoil under his shirt with every slow thrust until he began to pick up a pace, that familiar flame in his loin growing hotter and hotter, his hands cupping her jaw as he continued to climb the mountain of ecstasy.

After a few more thrusts, he stilled, filling her throat full of his spend, watching her willingly swallow him down as she sucked on him lightly as he slowly withdrew, a string of saliva connecting them as he began to grow flaccid. She hummed as she watched him enter the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth to rid the sticky sensation from between her thighs before he cleaned himself off, offering his hand to help her to her shaky legs, smirking at how her mascara pooled at the corners of her eyes. "Better go get that door, babe."

He smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips before readjusting his dog tags around his neck, scanning the floor and the bed for his clothes while Kiera dismissed herself to the bathroom to rid any evidence of sex, taking the two toys he had used on her to clean them and put them away.

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark Chapter 12: A little bit of truth

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Phil coulson & reader, Peter parker & reader Summary: Phil and reader discussed something, peter parker and reader bond with a hint reveal Co author with: callikc Previous next Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique

You agreed to meet Coulson the next day at a safe and secure location so you could take a look at the jet. But, before that, you were looking after Peter.

Ben and May were at work so they asked you to pick him up from school which you were all too happy to do. He was the nicest and smartest kid you knew and he was like a little brother to you at this point. You'd do anything for him.

"Behold... The fortress." You announced, kicking open the door to your apartment and balancing some work projects in one hand. "Run free, child."

Peter laughed before doing just that and jumping onto the couch where a mound of pillows had been hoarded. He kicked off his shoes and bag and tossed them in a messy corner.

"What's for dinner?" He then asked.

"Uh..." You placed down the work stuff on the kitchen island, looking through the cupboards after. "We have a glorified cheese sandwich, or good old mac and cheese."

"Mac and cheese!"

You nodded. "Mac and cheese it is."

"Thanks."

"No problem. I might even have some ice cream left over from our last hang out."

"Yes!"

You laughed at the excitement. "So how's the physics project coming along?"

"Oh, you'll love this." He retrieved his school bag again and dug out a sheet of paper. "I want to make a homopolar motor."

"A spinning wire sculpture?"

"Yep. But I want to make it flashy as well. We've got to write down each step of our project and present it so the rest of the class can try their own at home."

"Ah, the dreaded class presentation. I always hated that."

"Me too. But this is pretty simple so I think I'll get it done by tonight. If you've got what we need, that is."

"Of course I do." You started to take out the ingredients for mac and cheese. "After all, what kind of house doesn't have a neodymium disc magnet?"

Peter grinned like a kid in a candy store and wrote down the list of things needed: - 1 neodymium disc magnet (0.5 diameter, with 0.25 thickness) - 1 AA battery, 1.5 volt - Copper wire (not insulated), 14 gauge - 12 inch ruler - Needle nose pliers with wire cutter

While you started to make the dinner, Peter gathered what he needed since he knew your apartment like his own. You occasionally watched and joined in while waiting for things to cook and by the time the kitchen timer went off, you'd gotten as far as putting the neodymium magnet on the negative end of the battery. The two of you could have made the whole thing in ten minutes any other day but since instructions were part of the project, it took longer.

"Dinner is served, fratello." You said, holding two plates of mac and cheese in each hand.

Peter glanced up from the project with a frown. "Fra-who-lo?"

You chuckled. "Don't worry. Just smile and nod."

"Right." He got up and moved to the couch, but when you didn't join him, he stared. "We're not eating at the table, are we?"

"God, no. What do you think we are, civilized beings? I'm just looking for the remote."

"It's in the bonsai pot."

"The bonsai pot?" You furrowed your brows, confused. "Why is the remote in the bonsai pot?"

"Because you have an unhealthy addiction to Buffy the Vampire Slayer and asked me to hide it."

"Oh... Okay. Yeah, that seems believable. I mean, Buffy could step on me. And dark Willow? Wow. Don't even get me started on Faith and Spike."

Peter had already zoned out of your simping and grabbed the remote, switching on the channel to the usual news. It was about an incident in Japan. Your dad had saved someone there, someone important by the looks of things.

Peter looked at you, noticing the way you looked away from the TV at all costs and started to awkwardly play with your food. He'd known you long enough to realize that was a sign that you were nervous. It happened any time Iron Man was mentioned in a conversation or shown on the TV. He'd been wanting to ask you something for a long time because of it, and now seemed like as good a time as any.

"Ellen?"

You looked up, trying not to react every time your dad flew by on the screen. "Yeah?"

"Are you (y/n) Stark?"

He had asked it so casually you were convinced you were hearing things at first.

Why would Peter ever ask that? How did he know? He was just a kid and surely still too young to remember when you were reported as missing.

How the hell did he know your name?

"Uh..." You swallowed nervously. "No."

Peter gave you a stare that clearly said he didn't believe you. "Are you sure?"

"Pete, I'd know if I was the daughter of a billionaire."

"Unless you ran away."

You blinked, growing more and more concerned. "What?"

"I've seen the old pictures, Ellen. You look just like (y/n) even though you keep changing your hair and clothes. I didn't realize until a few months ago."

"Peter-"

"Tell me the truth. Please." He begged with a pout. "I won't tell anyone. You know I won't. I promise."

Maybe...

Maybe it wouldn't hurt.

It had been years since the kidnapping, and Obadiah Stane was still very much dead. You hadn't had any incidents and things were calm. Perhaps the danger was gone.

You still had the pessimistic feeling that it wasn't over but you supposed everyone had that now and then. Besides, Fury and Ben knew and they were okay. You'd revealed the truth to Happy and he was alive. Maybe it was safe.

"Peter, you need to listen to me." You said. "You can't tell anyone. Not Ben and May, not Ned, not anyone."

Peter grinned before you gave him a stern look and he settled down. "Okay. I promise. Does this mean that you're really her? You're not Ellen, you're... (Y/n)?"

You closed your eyes tightly and took a moment to focus on breathing before you slowly nodded. "Yeah."

"Cool!"

You opened your eyes again, a little confused. "What?"

"That's so cool! I mean, Iron Man is your dad! How many people can say that?"

You scoffed. "With the way he used to be, more than you think."

He went to rant some more but suddenly stopped, tilting his head as he looked at you. "Why did you run away?"

Having known the question would pop up, you sighed. "It's a long story, kid."

"We've got hours."

"Unfortunately."

And so you began to explain. You left out the darker details since he was still only a kid but remained as accurate and close to the truth as possible. You didn't tell him that Ben knew or that you worked for SHIELD, just that a group of people knew and offered you work and safety.

"He's changed." You finished. "He used to be so distant. I knew more about the people he worked with than I ever did about him. There were so many birthdays where all I wanted was a song or even just a hug but got nothing. But he's different now."

Peter smiled sadly. "Why don't you go back?"

You thought about it but shrugged. "I guess I've just been away for so long, I've got used to it. And he's got a whole new life now as one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes."

"I'm sure he'd love to see you again. I mean, you're awesome, Ellen. You can build things and you're funny and cool and you make the best Mac and Cheese."

You smiled but shook your head. "Not now. Maybe... One day."

He wanted to persuade you more but ultimately nodded in understanding when he saw your eyes becoming tearful.

He moved next to you and hugged you tightly. "Here's that hug you always wanted."

You closed your eyes, putting your arms around him and relishing the feeling. "Thanks, Peter."

"I won't tell anybody." He said. "And I'm always going to love you and be your number one best friend no matter who you are."

The next day, were certain you were dreaming as you looked around at the little hideaway you were meant to be meeting Coulson in. You couldn't believe that while the world thought he was dead, he was working on missions in a place like this. It was incredible.

You missed him so much. In the many months you spent together, he'd quickly become your favorite agent. He wasn't like other uptight SHIELD people who barked orders without thought and listened to what superiors told them. He actually questioned things and had morals. You admired that.

The place in question was huge, like a bunker. There were more people inside than you thought there'd be but it wasn't exactly bustling either. There were storage crates and cars going around but in the center of it all was a huge jet.

You recognized it. It was a CXD 23215 Airborne Mobile Command Station, otherwise known as a Boeing C-17 Globemaster III airplane. SHIELD used them a lot during the 80s and 90s before the helicarriers came into rotation. To know that you were needed to help fix it was actually quite thrilling.

And, boy, did it look like it needed a fix. Especially the outside hull. You wondered if the interior was as bad or not.

"Ellen."

You turned at the name you'd grown accustomed to and your eyes lit up when you saw Coulson waiting on the ramp of the jet.

"Agent!" You smiled and ran forward, hugging him tightly. "You're really alive? You're real?"

He chuckled and returned the hug. "I am. I'm real."

"I can't-" You shook your head, disbelief clear on your face as you stepped back. "When Fury told me I couldn't believe it. What they did-"

"I'd rather not get into it."

"Oh." You nodded. "Yeah, no, I get it."

You then stepped back to take in the jet, changing the subject.

"What do you think?" Coulson asked curiously. "Can you fix it?"

You tilted your head as you assessed what you could see. "I'd take a guess at modest hull damage and minimal engine armor scrapes. It looks like an airlock was opened in a very unconventional manner."

He looked at you, impressed. "That's exactly what happened. You've got the quite the talent, Agent Campbell."

"I'm just an engineer." You scoffed. "I wouldn't mind knowing what caused this. Who opened the airlock?"

"That would be the Asgardian I told you about. Do you remember New Mexico?"

"With Thor? Wait... He didn't do this, did he?"

"No. This was someone else. Her name was Lorelai."

"Lor-e-who?"

He smiled and motioned to the jet. "We have a lot to talk about."

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Hello! First of all, I love your blog!

I wanted to ask if you track macros?

You do so much work with the keto diet and I have a hard time.

What are some of your go to meals?

Thank you so much!! 🤗

Yes, I do track macros. I was staying under 30 carbs per day but when I increased my training a ton, I upped that to 50g. I prioritize hitting my protein goal over any set fat macro. Personally it works for me that way…and ya gotta feed those muscles 😉

Go-to recipes! We do a lot of taco nights with Mission low carb tortillas. Taco salads are also a great option to pack taco leftovers the next day for lunch. Bacon and eggs are a staple because it’s easy and quick (and a favorite of my honey’s). Egg cups or crustless quiche is perfect because you have your base of eggs, cream, and cheese, then add whatever your heart desires. I was craving pizza, so one time I made them with pepperoni, mozzarella, and red pepper flakes. 👌🏻Hit the spot!

Soups are such a great meal prep option! You’d be surprised how filling chicken no-noodle soup is when you pack it full of chicken and veg. Same comforting feeling, too. The other day, I made spicy chicken tortilla soup (no tortilla lol) and it was the best. Just sautéd some garlic, 1 onion, 1 bell pepper, 1-2 chili peppers, 4 jalapeños, and 2 serrano peppers in a pot. Added chicken broth, cooked chicken breast, 1 can of diced tomatoes and let boil. Then add about 4 oz of cream cheese and simmer with salt/pepper until you’re happy with the flavor. Super simple and packed with flavor!

I also recommend finding some good take-out options near you, too, so when you’re less than motivated to cook, you still have decent keto options available to you. For example, a local place here sells their burgers in lettuce wraps instead of buns. There’s a bbq joint that sells brisket by the pound. A favorite steak place of ours delivers, too.

The key is to plan ahead, but have options. That way, you’re more likely to pick something that will keep you on track. If you get off track, don’t be discouraged! You can always hop right back on again. However, it is important to find a dietary lifestyle that works for you. Keto may not be the right fit, and that’s okay, too. ❤️Good luck! Hope this helps!

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brightgnosis · 2 years

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Old Hagging Out Repost [May 2021]: For Years Now I’ve Asserted That The Holiest Foods are Coffee, Bread, Bacon, Cheese… And Tea

Tea’s become an important part of my daily routine since I first started collecting teas as a freshly independent 19 year old living in a tiny 1 bedroom house in Enid with a gay couple, the disabled mother of one of them, and my then boyfriend (technically fiancé, but he was an ass so we’re not counting him).

Why I started collecting it, I genuinely couldn’t tell you. I just saw a box on a shelf at the grocery store one day, and the next thing I knew I had 5 in the cart. By the time my boyfriend and I moved out of that tiny little house and into the house of another friend a year later, I owned 30 varieties. My love of Tea only snowballed out of control from there and when moved to Tulsa in 2011, just before my 21st birthday, my collection had grown to 60 teas and I’d begun collecting my first Tea Cups. Tea Pots soon followed, starting with a kitschy little Christmas piece gifted to me by my maternal Aunt.

It broke in the move to Tulsa, of course, because I had no idea how to pack china. But I superglued it back together, and now it’s the only truly decorative piece in my collection.

Today, married to an amazing man and living back in my Hometown (or not far off from it), my collection currently spans over 100 Teas, a full service (for 8) China Dinner Set, 15 Tea Pots, and 47 Cups- 8 of which represent a tradition my Husband started in the first year of our relationship, of buying me a new one every Valentines’ Day (matching the Lilies he now buys me every year for my Birthday); even developing Post-Covid Parosmia after contracting Covid in September of 2020 couldn’t stop me.

There’s just something about Tea, honestly. To this day, I can’t articulate exactly what it is that it does to me every time I make it… But nothing quite matches the ritualistic feeling of selecting the Tea and matching it to a Tea Cup in my collection (and sometimes a Tea Pot, too)- let alone going through the actual process of making it; heating the water, dropping the leaves into the metal strainer, poring it over, steeping the Tea, “seasoning” it with Sugar, or Lemon, or Honey… And then finally taking the first sip.

This is especially true when it’s a new Tea you’ve never tried before. Even better yet if you make a whole thing of it; I used to do that a lot before we moved house. I’d gather up a bunch of stuff on my little Tea tray and go sit out on the tiny concrete porch I had.

Sometimes it was Coconut Milk Rice Porridge. Other times a fully loaded Baked Potato (back when that was food I could still eat. On one occasion I made a cute little array of Tea Sandwiches featuring Roast Beef, Cherry tomato, and Swiss; Cucumber, Cream Cheese, and Fresh Dill and Mint; Parmesan, Mushroom, Black Olive, and Ricotta; and Yellow Bell Pepper, Chive, and Cream Cheese… It was never anything truly fancy, but it made me feel good.

Now there’s a lot less fanfare when I have my Tea (though not that there was really ever much to begin with, to be honest); I grab my cup, I toss in a bag, and if my bones don’t hurt, sometimes I’ll sit out on the back deck and listen to the birds; a particularly good pain day may see me walk as far as the rocking bench in the far back garden, right next to the potted Cherry, beneath the Pecan that the Downy Woodpecker likes to hang out in.

I had wanted to do something much nicer for this month’s Hagging Out. I’d even picked out a whole 20′s theme for this month’s post, and gathered some resources. I was going to throw myself a bit of a Tea Party for old time’s sake- something to celebrate making it through the hell this year has been, and finally obtaining a word for what the hell’s been wrong with me since I was 16 (or part of, at least); I’d planned to talk about Orientalism in the 20′s and how it gave Tea one last hurrah in the US before Tea Culture finally fizzled out for good.

But today is one of the days my bones hurt; it’s the result of a week long mental health breakdown that saw me shedding my old tumblr and a minor relapse into an old Eating Disorder of mine I’d wished to never see again -- and then a 4 day long digestive flair that promptly saw me abandoning said relapse with a giant “fuck that noise” kind of attitude -- And then a late trip to the ER for a possible dislocated ankle… And so instead, today I sit inside with far too much CBD Oil in my Tea, and a bottle of 800 mg Ibuprophen at hand.

Sometimes that’s just the way life is. But even on the worst days, at least the Tea makes everything nicer.

This blog belongs to a «Multi-Neuroatypical + Multi-Disabled» «Queer» «Childless» «Jewish + Pagan» «NonTraditionalist» Homemaker. TradWives are unwelcome.

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americanforecast · 6 months

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2 Delicious Fall Comfort Foods: Apples and Bread with a Flavorful Twist

2 Delicious Fall Comfort Foods: Apples and Bread with a Flavorful Twist 2 Delicious Fall Comfort Foods: Apples and Bread with a Flavorful Twist: The smells of warm apple pie or fresh baked bread are two of the pleasures of fall. Especially in today’s anxiety-provoking world, there’s a welcoming spot at home for cozy comfort foods. Consider some flavorful twists for making the most of two seasonal staples — in meals, with friends or just because. (The two even come together in some yummy Thanksgiving stuffing recipes.) Apples Beyond traditional apple pies, crisps and cakes, there are lots of apple-forward recipes, including dumplings, salads, cider-glazed chicken and apple butter. Starbucks, which gave us the pumpkin spice trend, has debuted an iced apple crisp oat milk shaken espresso this fall. Trader Joe’s has a popular, seasonal Honeycrisp Apple scented candle. And there are lots of home and body products that promise fresh, apple-y goodness. Editors at shelter magazines suggest apple-themed parties as a way to reconnect with nature and celebrate the changing seasons. Ideas include: Apple Tastings. According to the USDA, there are about 2,000 apple varieties grown in North America. Jenna Helwig, Real Simple’s food director, suggests picking about half a dozen and printing out tasting notes for each. “Slice them into wedges, and invite guests to decide which they like best,” she says. Varieties like Cosmic Crisp, Ginger Gold, SweeTango, Opal and Lady Alice don’t brown as quickly as others, which makes them good choices not only for a tasting, but for a cheese and apple board, she said. Cider Bars, spiced or spiced-and-spiked. Helwig suggests heating cider on the stove till it’s hot, and then adding cinnamon sticks, star anise, sliced ginger and whole cloves for fragrance and flavor. Let it all steep for 10 minutes, remove the spices, and set the burner to “warm,” or pour it into a slow cooker for the party. Guests can serve themselves with a ladle; place a tray of brandy, rum and bourbon next to the pot for those indulging. Caramel Apples. A classic that makes a fun party activity, says Southern Living’s senior lifestyle producer Ivy Odom. Use full apples or chunky slices, and dip your knife or the apples in lemon juice to prevent browning. “All you’ll need are tart apples, soft caramels and heavy cream,” Odom says. She suggests setting up a bar with a crockpot of melted caramel and a variety of toppings, including chopped nuts, melted chocolate in a piping bag, shredded toasted coconut and pretzels. For a more grownup affair, consider a caramel apple sangria. Bread During the pandemic, kitchens got a workout. Even people who knew little about baking were tackling bread. Those new skills have now morphed into hobby cookery. Whether you’re watching your own dough rise into an aromatic pillow or sourcing a lovely loaf from your favorite market, bread is something to savor and share in various ways: Artisanal: Bread has benefited from a general move toward traditional and handcrafted lifestyle products. A crusty loaf made of minimal ingredients is a thing of beauty and flavor. There’s a growing awareness of non-traditional grains, alternative flours and natural ingredients. “People want to know where their bread comes from, and that someone crafted it,” says Craig Norton, operations director for the Prince George Hotel in Halifax, Nova Scotia. It’s gotten easier for those with dietary restrictions like gluten sensitivity to find alternatives that meet their needs. Community and Creativity: Norton notes the popularity and availability of bread forms used around the world. “People are more open to naan, pita, tortillas, brioche, boules, baguettes and pretzel buns,” he says. Or scroll through social media for breadmaking creatives. Coloring the dough for a rainbow-hued loaf. Etching a pattern into the top before baking. Forming dough into flowers and bow ties. Chandra Ram, Food & Wine magazine’s associate editorial director, likes to make pull-apart breads when people come over. “They stand out, but it isn’t a three-day time commitment,” she says. “Pull-apart breads give you lots of flavor flexibility. You can use herbs, sprinkle in chopped greens or cheese, and you can make sweet versions for brunch or dessert. They’re fun and interactive.” She suggests making a tasty compound butter to accompany your pull-apart bread. “Just mix some grated lemon zest and chopped herbs into softened butter, freeze, and take it out when you’re ready to serve,” she says. Norton also sees bread fusions: loaves stuffed with creamy cooked chicken, or roasted vegetables. Plump fluffy loaves brimming with melty gruyere. Soft French bread full of an oniony spinach-feta mixture. And for game day, maybe chili-stuffed bread balls, or a pan of spicy Buffalo chicken flavored bread bites. And he notes a revival of bread bowls. Restaurants and home cooks are filling hollowed-out, crusty round vessels with hot stews and chowders. The pairing of bread and soup is eternal. Got a bread baker on your gift list? Etsy.com has sellers of personalized loaf pans; proofing and baking kits; patterned linen bread bags; and handmade baskets and crockery. Or have your fave bread recipe etched into the bottom of a glass baking pan. One book that captures the various allures of bread is Malin Elmlid’s “The Bread Exchange” (Chronicle, 2014), which traces her experiences traveling the globe baking and trading bread for recipes, stories and meaningful objects. New York-based writer Kim Cook covers design and decor topics regularly for The Associated Press. Follow her on Instagram at @kimcookhome. Get more recipes and dinner ideas from The Washington Times food section.here Read the full article

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Chapter 58.

One of the interesting important events happened on a sunny warm day. In the morning, as usual, the friends had breakfast and went to carry out their plans. Bendy and Lara were embroidering ornaments for curtains, Boris and Alice were arranging new decorations found in boxes. At lunchtime Bendy showed Lara the preparation of her favourite dishes, because she was interested in watching the process itself. The young man had an excellent taste and neatly selected sauces for dishes, the fillings consisted of excellent delicious ingredients. The water in the pot boiled, the demon poured the spaghetti into it, stirring gently. Then he sliced cucumbers, tomatoes, olives, grated cheese, picked lettuce leaves, added balsamic sauce, sprinkled a pinch of salt and seasonings, garnished with basil leaves, sesame seeds and bean pods. The meat was in the pan, and the imp immediately added water from the kettle so wouldn't to burn, stirred the chops with a spatula to check the degree of roasting. After a while, Bendy turned over the fried pieces and, putting a plate of salad on the table, salted the noodles. Few minutes later, the cook unloaded the pasta into a colander so that all the water flowed out and followed into the washbasin, into the siphon. Breaking off a decent piece of butter with a spoon, the young man evenly distributed it throughout the pan with pasta. Then the chops ripened, and the demon, sprinkling them with spices, waited for the sound of frying to subside, then turned off the fire. The demon carefully laid out the prepared foods on plates and covered each of them with a lid; he started making dessert.

"This dish is called Minari - these are sweet rolls, but instead of rice, curd cream cheese is put in them, which is wrapped in a special thinly rolled rice dough; pieces of strawberry, banana and kiwi are placed inside... The delicacy is poured on top with chocolate and strawberry syrup and decorated with mint... I'll show you how it's done, not difficult at all..."

"Judging by the ingredients, the dessert will be delicious..."

"By all means, the main thing is to follow the recipe, not forgetting the most important and significant rules: add a pinch of love and kindness to each cooked product... However, it is better to put your soul into any activity - only in this case others will receive warmth and joy... We should share our creativity: I think the essence of life is to bring happiness to dear creatures from day to day, take care of them..."

"I suppose, it's important in any activity..."

"The dough will be ready very soon, so we'll start wrapping rolls... You probably want, too?..."

"May I try?..."

"Of course, sapphire!... First we need to wait a little..."

Bendy explained to Lara what the dough consists of and how it's made, then showed her: he rolled out the dough thinly, turned on the oven and placed a sheet of paper on a baking sheet, where he laid out the raw dough.

It took about half an hour, and the light yellow mass was still coming up in the oven: a pleasant smell and warm air spread throughout the kitchen, penetrating into the corridor and other rooms. Bendy took the red potholders and pulled out a baking sheet. It was the turn to spread the curd cheese. Bendy smeared it on the surface, put pieces of fruit, wrapped it carefully in the form of a sausage and cut it into medium-sized squares, spreading it on a plate with an ornament in the form of red and pink roses and emerald leaves and with a crimson border.

"You can make the next batch, Larry..." Bendy smiled. "I'm sure you'll do great..."

"Let's see..." the girl said. "I think the process itself is clear to me..."

"A great start, dear, a fairly uniform layer of cheese..."

"What's next?..."

"Now add some fruits..."

"Right..."

"Add a couple more things... So, it seems enough... Roll the layer into a sausage..."

"Okay... Oh..."

"Don't worry, we'll fix it..."

"I should've rolled up better..."

"It's alright, we'll turn the dough with the filling back and tamp the ingredients more tightly... Roll it up and press it slightly, love..."

"Hmm, something like... This?..."

"Exactly, well done, you succeeded!... Let me cut..."

"Let me, I'll be careful..."

"Try to divide into equal parts, starlight... Be cautious..."

"Well, I'm done..."

"Wonderful, Minari look divine and great!... Time to brew some tea..."

"Yeah, my minari are noticeably different from yours..."

"There's nothing wrong with visible differences, everything is incredible, sunshine!... Each chef has their own ideas about the appearance of dishes, and I like you showed creativity and did it your own way..."

"In fact, I tried to repeat what you cooked..."

"And your dessert turned out to be somewhat different, dear, for the better, believe me..."

"I guess so..."

"Let's have lunch, a tea party - I'll call our friends..."

Bendy came out of the kitchen and invited everyone to a meal. He set the table, put everyone a glass of water, a saucer with dessert, brewed green tea with lime, mint and apple, poured into lilac cups with small white peas. Friends ate and discussed with a smile on their face where they could go, which outfits were in fashion, which tools needed to be assembled or repaired. After they went to their rooms, and Bendy, taking the tools in his room, ran to the storage room for materials and came to Lara, where the girl was trying to assemble a Rubik's cube. The young man looked at the girl and noticed how she put the puzzle aside and looked at the notes of poems and words of songs that the sweethearts had written recently. The imp leaned over to her and asked, "Honey, seems like there's a shadow of sadness in your eyes, what happened?... Are you upset about the cube?... Don't despair, honey, you'll definitely assemble it, you've managed many times..."

"Yes, but now I can't figure it out..."

"Let me help you, Larry, I'll tell you where to start..."

"Thank you, but I'll do it myself..."

"Alright, I'm going to assemble a device for setting the temperature in the house and the humidity of the air... The frame is ready, it remains to embed the mechanisms and design a suitable shape for the future creation..."

"Great, and where will it stand?..."

"Most likely, in the corridor, or in the storage room... In order not to take up space in the living rooms..."

Bendy took a screwdriver and, with an attentive expression on his face, with a slight smile, twisted the components, soldered them together and wiped the dusty parts, trying to rake garbage on a limited small area of the table, looking back at Lara and her place and checking whether the garbage got in her direction. The girl, nevertheless, was able to assemble a Rubik's cube, which brought joy to both herself and the young man: radiant, relaxed smiles shone on both faces. At the end of the work, he checked that all the parts were located properly, squinted slightly and, after making sure that the assembly was correct, inserted the wire into the outlet. Bendy lowered a small gray box to the floor and, sitting down, bending his knees, pressed the button.

"Take a look, chamomile, it shows twenty-five degrees in our room and the humidity is sixty percent... Great for our indoor violets and monstera, but for roses, humidity is needed less, however, they bloom quite intensively, which means they are good..."

"Awesome device... We should look at the temperature and humidity in other rooms later..."

"That's right, I also plan to build in a climate regulator, but first I need to set up a pipe pressure regulator..."

"Do we have one?..."

"Of course, it stands not far from the room with shelves and toys in the form of us with you and our friends... And with cutouts depicting me..." the demon looked in the direction and frowned slightly.

"I remember they all grin so widely..." the girl answered happily.

"Do you like them?..." the young man looked at the girl in surprise. "And I'm just thinking where to define them so they don't interfere..."

"They don't bother..."

"I was going to make cardboard figures with your images, then the cardboard Bendies will have to be squeezed out... I suppose it's not bad at all, on the contrary, each cutout will have a pair... You and I look amazing both in the form of toys, in drawings, in photographs... But best of all, without a single doubt, in life... Because you impress with your unsurpassed character and incomparable appearance... I love you very much, Laurie... I adore you, dear..."

"And our conversation turned into sincere confessions again..."

"Sorry, honey, but I can't hide the feelings I have for you... You are everything to me..."

"I love you very much, too, Bendy..."

"Let me hug you, tulip..." the imp bent his body closer to his beloved, surrounding her with long caring hands, approaching her and gently and carefully pulling her to him. "It's a great gift of fate for me to be near you... Every day I'm saying a quiet thank you to the whole world for bringing us together... The exultation in the soul, the bright light in the heart don't cease to shine, to glow, but only grow stronger, radiating more and more energy... My life connected with yours together and forever... Such unimaginable strong bonds surround us on the way to peace and tranquility and give us love, faith in unshakable joy in the future... I feel you, my dear: any unrest in your soul brings sorrow and indignation in mine, even when you try to hide your emotions, I understand that from time to time certain events which arise at the stages of striving for ideals upset you... However, my perfection is you, and life with you resembles a utopian one... It's as if the books 'My beautiful and incomparable wife' and 'Once upon a Time in the purple twilight' reflect the plot of our life..."

"Dear, you also make my life fabulous, there seems to be a special magic in our souls and hearts, unshakable and independent of external circumstances..."

"You're absolutely right, strawberry, I'm grateful to you for your trust in me, for your ability to listen and understand..."

"Thank you for helping me, for supporting me, it means a lot to me..."

"I'm always nearby to cheer you up, solve your problems... By the way, isn't it time for us to go get some fresh spring air, feeling the aroma of tulips, lilies, roses and petunias blooming in the garden?..."

"I don't mind taking a walk..."

"Great, I'll also treat the forget-me-nots with fertilizers, otherwise someone chewed their leaves... And sprinkle with pest control solution... In addition, it's necessary to water decorative ivy..."

"In general, there's a lot of work..."

"Not really, I'll finish it quickly today... And then I'll definitely join you, daisy... Should I bring you magazines, a sketchbook and a pencil?..."

"Yes, please..."

"Your wish is my command..."

Bendy carefully and cautiously looked into the eyes of his beloved, hoping that she wouldn't roll her eyes at his endless touching phrases or frown, looking down, as she sometimes did. However, this didn't happen. Lara reacted positively to his words and only smiled. He beamed and, grabbing the items he was supposed to, took the imp by the hand. They went outside in different directions: Bendy - to the porch-terrace for a watering can and a wicker basket with sprayers and boxes of insect repellents, and Lara - to the fountain with marble fish, whose water were shimmering under the rays of the gentle sun; flower beds, striking in size and variety of flowers: each of them had a well-groomed the appearance was clearly built - the merit of Bendy, who spent countless amounts of time, effort and labor to create beauty and harmony with the help of plants. The young man put on yellow gardening gloves and fumbled in the ground for about half an hour, while the girl leafed through a new magazine with pages of new outfits and fashionable images for the upcoming season. Finally she got tired and decided to take a walk. Lara didn't notice how she passed the neighborhood of her friends' house, soon came to her senses and, looking at a thick perennial oak, turned back into the idyll of buds and petals, inflorescences and stems. The imp looked at the wild bluebells growing near the garden, a pleasant feeling seized her heart and soul. Suddenly she heard a noise and felt a certain figure walking behind her...

The demoness turned around: a black-and-white girl was standing quite close to the imp, her hair was of medium length, large rabbit ears hung on her head, white, black, gray hairpins were visible on them. She also had gloves with two slits and ruffles; sleeves located from the wrist to the elbow; a light dress with white inserts and ribbons on the sides, with a white border at the bottom, were fluttering in the wind and gave the impression that the girl would fly off, rise up. She was wearing black leggings in a pattern of snow-white waves, massive dark boots with a platform of charcoal colour. Her face looked like a rabbit's because of the muzzle, whiskers and nose characteristic of this type of animal. From the black eyes with the cutouts intrinsic of Black and white creatures, eyelashes of unnatural length grew, even for wizards - one on each eye. Her lips were sparkling with lipstick, her cheeks were shimmering with applied makeup. Her gaze darted from side to side through the trees and bushes, her mouth puckered.

"Hmm, she must be looking for something..." thought Lara. She approached the stranger and asked with a polite smile, "Can I help you?..."

She startled and, trying not to reveal her worries, answered, "No, you don't have to..."

"I'm sorry if I scared you..." the girl hastened to apologize. "I'm Lara, and what's your name?..."

"Bouny..." muttered the bunny.

"Nice to meet you... Since you're not busy looking for something, maybe we can take a walk in the garden?... I know everything here completely, we'll read magazines..."

"Well, I don't know what to say..."

"Don't be shy, come with me... Or perhaps you're in a hurry?..."

"No, but..."

"What is it?... You'll like it, believe me... And now the garden is especially miraculous..."

Lara pointed her hand towards the blooming flowers and the flowing fountain and looked at the splendor of nature and sculpture herself. However, Bouny was looking in a completely different direction, the one where Bendy was digging with plants, spraying them, smoothing the leaves waving in the wind. He got up from his knees and put fertilizers in bags secured with coloured clothespins, put them in a basket along with a red watering can, went to the porch, and put things back in place. Moreover, he did all this with a thoughtful but calm expression on his face: Bendy had no way to hide his kindness and care, and he didn't try. He considered sincerity and honesty important always and everywhere, under any circumstances, he remained himself, modestly performing difficult work and trying not to stand out for his merits and not attract special attention.

Nevertheless, Bouny couldn't take her eyes off him: only when Bendy moved away and almost disappeared from sight, she turned her gaze to the side and blushed slightly. She suddenly imagined how he would talk to her, ask her something, tell her...

Suddenly Lara interrupted her thoughts, looking curiously at the girl and asking, "Bouny, so you don't mind taking a walk in the garden?..."

"Is this your garden?..." she immediately blurted out.

"Yes, more precisely, mine and my friends'... For the most part, Bendy takes care of it, he's an excellent gardener... Here he is..." the imp waved in the direction of her beloved.

"Is that B-bendy?..." stammered Bouny.

"Exactly, I'll introduce you to him... We all will be friends together..."

"Of course..." the bunny smiled. "Of course we will!..."

The demoness, noticing the change in the interlocutor's face, smiled, she was touched by her desire to become Lara's friend. A lover of creativity has long dreamed of meeting new Ink creatures, especially girls, because with them she wanted to discuss changes in fashion, features in her favorite interiors, maybe discover new directions in design for herself, and just share her ideas, joy and positive energy with others. Taking Bouny's hand, Lara said, "Let's go, I think we'll have a wonderful time..."

The girls approached the young man, who at that time had already noticed their approach, then the imp, smiling, announced, "Bouny, meet Bendy - my beloved and best friend... Bendy, meet Bouny - my new friend..."

"Nice to meet you..." Bendy replied, glancing at Bouni briefly, then shifting his gaze to Lara.

Bouny wanted to say a word, but, opening her mouth slightly, at first she couldn't say anything. Gathering her courage, she smiled and said, "G-glad to meet you..."

"I'm sure we'll find suitable activities which are interesting for all of us... I'll introduce you to the others..." Lara looked at Bouny.

"O-okay, but m-maybe we'll take a walk in the garden first?..."

"Definitely..."

"Probably you'd like to sit on a bench and drink tea with peach puffs..." Bendy suggested.

"I won't refuse... Bring it, please..." Lara asked.

"This minute, I'm already coming..." the young man smiled, embracing his beloved with a warm look.

The imp went home and returned a few moments later with a tea set and desserts. He poured the tea into the cups and concluded, "Enjoy your meal... I'd be glad to stay, but I have to leave to help Boris fix the fan... See you later..."

"Bye..." Lara replied, looking at the delicious treats.

"S-see you soon..." Bouny said.

The demon left, and his precious turned to the bunny and advised, "Don't worry, all my friends are very kind and sympathetic, you will certainly like each other..."

"I hope..." muttered Bouny. "Anyway, it was great to meet Bendy..."

"Glad to hear... Despite the fact that he doesn't really like to make new acquaintances, he's quite open and sincere to many creatures..."

"I see..."

"Mmm, what excellent puffs... Bendy, as always, did his best..."

"So he baked them himself?..."

"Yes, he makes new dishes every day, he's our chef..."

"Good... He's such a great guy...,

"He has a lot of versatile talents, like everyone else in our studio... When we go into the house, you will see for yourself..."

"I heard one of your friends is Boris..."

"And our other friend is Alice... They are wonderful persons..."

#bendy and the ink machine

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whatthefoucault · 2 years

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Literally looking at Ed Our Flag Means Death and, as a queer gremlin with ADHD, recognising a kindred spirit there, but then OH NO IF ED HAS ADHD THERE’S A PRETTY GOOD CHANCE HE HAS REJECTION SENSITIVITY DYSPHORIA, DOESN’T HE, BECAUSE I SURE DO AND IT’S AN

ABSOLUTE FUCKING FUCKER

dunno about y’all but I’m gonna go have a lie down and a little cry about it

#ofmd #blackbeard #edward teach #adhd #our flag means death #this absolute nerd out there having emotions #like #if you don't experience rsd i don't really know if i can adequately explain #like just how much perceived rejection SEEPS INTO YOUR BONES LIKE PHYSICAL PAIN #you feel it in your chest #it's a lead weight in your belly #that's also shouting into your brain that your loved ones all hate you and they're just being polite #your successes were all flukes and this one (sometimes imagined) rejection proves it #etc etc #blindsided by a punch in the gut when somebody at the supermarket asks you to scoot out of the way #because they want to pick up a pot of cream cheese and it's next to where you were standing #and suddenly you've got chest pains because YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO EXIST #that's the tip of the rsd iceberg #:) fun headcanons for my favourite new show

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shiftylookingcrow · 3 years

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A (not comprehensive) List of Little Self Care Things I Do When Everything Feels Like Too Much:

Bathing

Wash just your body, or just your hair. You may not be completely clean, but you ARE cleaner

Still feels like too much? No problem!

Take off any jewelry from your hands/wrists and wash your hands up to your elbows, just taking your time

Then wash your arm pits and groin, those are the stinkiest parts of the body

If you're feeling up to it, wash your face too

Once you're done washing, take your favorite body lotion and massage it in anywhere you washed

Shaving

Shaving takes time and patience (especially if you prefer to be mostly hairless), but you don't have to go through the whole process every time

Wanna wear that cute tank top/crop top but don't feel comfortable with how hairy your pits are today?

JUST shave your arm pits then

Wanna wear shorts/capries/a skirt, but feel your legs are too fuzzy?

Where on your legs do the cuffs/hem sit? JUST shave from there down

Facial hair looking kinda scruffy? Got an electric shaver? It won't give you as close a shave as a razor, but it'll help neaten you up a bit

After any shaving, get back in there with your lotion and work it in well

Laundry

Don't have the energy to drag that big basket you've been avoiding down to the washing machine? Out of clothes but need something to wear tomorrow?

Wash ONLY what you'll need for the next 1 or 2 days. A smaller load means less to put away after

Need a bra/binder/mask/etc for tomorrow? Wash ONE, then hang it to dry with a fan blowing on it.

The air movement will help it dry faster, and while it may not be 100% dry by morning, it should be dry enough to wear comfortably

This can be done for underwear and socks as well

Dental

Mouth feeling like sandpaper, but you still can't find it in you to go through the whole tooth care routine?

JUST brush your teeth before bed. You can floss in the morning

No energy to get in there and really scrub like your dentist told you to? Even just a quick scrub is better than nothing

You know those little Gum brand toothpick things? With runber bristles on them? They can't replace proper flossing, but the CAN at least get the worst of the gunk from between your teeth

Food

Hungry but can't bring yourself to put together a whole meal? That's okay!

Get all the fixings for a sandwich (bread, spreads, cheese, meat, etc), put them on a plate and eat that. You're still eating a sandwich, it's just not an assembled sandwich

Want a smoothy, but don't want to fuss with the blender? Put it all together as a yogurt bowl instead

Want a salad? Grab a couple lettuce leaves, a stick of celery, half a tomato, or whatever else you'd have in there, and toss it on a plate. Grab some dressing (or not) and you've got a personal size veggie platter

Cut an orange in half and eat the pulp out with a spoon

Cut an apple in half, and eat JUST one half. You can save the other half for later, or eat it right after the first if you feel up to it

Cutting a banana in half and squeezing out the fruit means you don't have to worry about those gross stringy bits

Simple Smoothie Recipe:

1 banana

1 egg

1 tsp vanilla extract

1 tsp honey/sugar

Milk (dairy, soy, almond, whichever)

Berries, yogurt, chocolate chips, jam (optional)

Directions

Put all ingredients except milk in a blender (or 4 cup measure if using a hand mixer)

Pour in milk until ingredients are ALMOST covered. There should be about 1 inch/2.5 cm of solid ingredients visible

Blender/mix for 30-60 seconds, or until desired consistency. Pour into your favorite glass, or drink straight from the container

Simple baked potato:

Clean a medium to large potato and use a fork to stab holes down the sides and at each end. Depending on the size, you should have stab your potato somewhere around 9-12 times.

Place the potato in the microwave just off of center, one end facing the center of the spinning plate

Microwave for 15 minutes, flipping the potato end for end after every 5 minutes

Put the potato on a plate with some sour cream or ranch dressing, and dip it like a big ol' french fry

House Cleaning

Feel like there's too many dishes? Pick ONE place setting (bowl, plate, knife, fork, spoon, cup), and ONE pot/pan, and clean those. Do the same at the end of each meal, and while it might take a while, you'll eventually get things down to a manageable level

Dust bunnies breeding in the corners? Pick ONE room or hallway every couple days and just clean there. ONE clean room is better than NO clean rooms

Your room is so messy you don't know where to start? Every time you enter your room, put ONE thing back where it belongs. Every time you leave your room, take one thing that doesn't belong out with you and put it where it belongs.

Sink looking kind of gross? Give it a quick wipe down the next time you wash your hands

Toilet needs a clean? Pick a part (lid, seat, back or bowl) and just clean that bit. Even if you're just wiping some of the dust off the back.

Scum ring building up in the shower/bathtub? Give it a quick scrub next time you bathe. Maybe you don't get the whole thing, but you DID make a start.

Fitness

No energy for a full walk? If you can, walk around your house/apartment building. You might not have gone far, but you were UP and you were OUTSIDE.

Can't get out for whatever reason? Are there stairs in your house? In your apartment building? If you can, walk up and down those a few times.

Not really able to do stairs? Do some simple stretches instead.

Reach down and try to touch your toes, holding for 20 seconds. Reach up over your head as high as you can, holding for 20 seconds. Repeat 5 times

Sitting in a chair, reach your right hand across your body and over your left shoulder and try to grab the back of the chair without lifting your butt. Hold for 20 seconds. Do the same with your left arm, holding for 20 seconds. Repeat 5 times

Standing, or sitting on a chair, gently pull your head towards your shoulder (right hand, right shoulder; left hand, left shoulder), reaching the other hand down towards the ground. Hold for 20 seconds, then gently push your head upright again (lifting your head with just your neck muscles can cause them to seize after a stretch). Repeat 5 times

Miscellaneous

Need to trim your nails, but don't feel like sitting through both hands? Pick one finger on each hand, and just trim that nail. Do another nail on each hand tomorrow, and another the day after that. You don't have to do them all at once

Having trouble remembering to drink enough water? Find a water bottle/mug/glass that you like and try to keep it near you as much as possible. I find actually having a bottle with me helps me remember to keep sipping.

Still having trouble with your water intake? Fruit and veggies (specifically like apples, oranges, tomatoes, bell peppers and avocados to name a few) have high water content and can help keep you hydrated

Even if you can't get to sleep, lieing in bed with your eyes closed is more restful than trying to wear yourself out by reading or something

Alternatively, doing some mild stretches, or a few sit ups/push ups/jumping jacks can help wear you out without engaging your brain too much

You are aloud to say "no". You don't even need to give a reason. If everything feels like too much, taking on more responsibility will only make it worse, which will only make your output poorer as a result.

A reminder that this is by no means a complete list, just some things I've found helpful in my journey through adhd, depression, and anxiety. Not all tasks need to be done all at once. Maybe you can't do much, but that doesn't invalidate the some you did. Just because you take longer to do a task doesn't mean your bad at it, or that it isn't worth doing. You'll get there when you get there.

Please feel free to add to this post, I'd love to see what self care tricks other people are using!

#long post #mental health #self care tips #depression help #adhd help #anxiety help #autism help #there's probably others i can't think of right now #also i can't for the life of me figure out how to do a 'read more' on mobile #so i'm really sorry for this

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sif-the-tsunami · 3 years

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Ok prompt! Sy is teaching you how to cook and maybe things get frisky ? 😁

Oooo I like this. Its not 100% on the nose but this is where the muse took me.

Did you want a novel? Because, I hope you like novels.

Warnings: chili with beans, sweet cornbread, swearing, smut

"Listen hear, you chicken fried fuck. If you don't like my cooking, you are welcome to eat something else at the damn pot luck!" I snap at a grumpy retired soldier who was talking trash about my chili recipe. Like always. Whenever we have a party, he has to say something about how I'm dressed, what I brought, or the beer I was drinking.

"All I'm saying here, California, is that where I'm from we don't put beans in our chili. And don't get me started on this abomination you call cornbread. Why is it sweet, why are there vegetables in my bread?" He says in his drawl.

"Because honey and roasted jalapenos taste good together!"

"I guess. You don't need to fuss so much Princess, I'll gladly show you how to make real Texan food. Make some wife material out of you." He smirked. I think he knew he was getting under my skin.

"Come on, Sy, give her a break. Take a bite of her cornbread with the chili, they are delicious together." One of our mutual friends told him when he could see that I was not having any more of his attitude.

I walked away from the conversation, feeling incredibly salty. The man was Syverson, we had been in the same group of friends for the past couple years and honestly he was usually at least cordial with me, but the sheer audacity of his tone today. The rest of the party was really fun, at least. Occasionally, I would catch eyes the color of the ocean after a storm staring me down. He kept looking like he wanted to say something to me but I would find reasons to leave the room. Fortunately there was always a way to get out and around.

Towards the end of the evening, I go outside to enjoy the cooling air and watch the stars, listen to a couple of the guys from inside sit on the tailgate of a truck and talk about football or something. The breeze would kick up occasionally and I could smell an orange tree blooming in the distance.

"Hey, oh shit, I didn't mean to startle you." I jumped damn near out of my skin when the grump showed up out of nowhere. "I actually really wanted to say that I'm sorry, I can be a real asshole sometimes. You are usually more aware of it than others. I'm used to giving people a hard time. Your food was delicious. I just don't know how to talk to you sometimes."

I looked at the large man skeptically. I'm not used to people going from snarky to nice to me. "Thank you for apologizing. Glad you liked it, Chicken Fried. You can just talk to me like anyone else, I don't mind some teasing, but you just know how to push my buttons."

Sy looked at his feet for a moment. "I will be nicer to you, I promise."

"I'm sure." I had heard that before.

"I still think mines better," back to sounding arrogant already, "I am willing to bet that it would blow your mind."

"Do you really want to bet?"

"Yeah... sure. I'll bet you. If my chili it better than yours.... you have to go on a date with me."

"Is that how you get most of your dates these days? Tinder just isn't cutting it anymore?" I tease. He is actually kind of good looking. Sort of. If you are into that hand crafted by the gods kind of look. I'm not saying I am, but I could get the appeal.

"You'd be surprised. Most of the women I meet want to figure out what's wrong with me. Almost 40, never married, I have a job I like. They keep waiting for my skeletons to come out of the closet. Like shit, girl, I just don't like olives or sweet relish. I think I'm pretty cool otherwise." He said talking with his hands out stretched. I think he might have been being earnest with me, but his tone is almost always sarcastic.

"You were in the military, right?"

"Yeah."

"That's what's wrong with you." The big man started laughing harder than I thought he would.

"Well, California. You up for it?"

"I don't know Chicken Fried, I don't like dating, I would really just like something casual, low maintenance. What happens when I win?"

"When?" He chuckles. "If you are looking for something casual and low maintenance, baby, there is a reason when I was still in the Army they called me Captain Cunnilingus."

"It sounds like either way you win." I smirk, "I would need a real incentive to try to beat you."

"How about bragging rights?"

"If I win... you shave your beard. Then I get to use your face as a chair." He looked shocked.

"Fine, when I win, you have to wear a dress on our date, and heels. Maybe even some of that shit you all put on your lips with the glitter and fruity flavors."

"Ok, now that's unreasonable. I don't even own heels."

"I'll buy you some." Well color me impressed. We decide on the terms of the bet. We would invite a couple of friends over to his place next Sunday and they would pick a winner with a blind taste test. We would also have one canned chili and one restaurant chili to make it a little more interesting.

Sunday came, and we all gathered in his house. This was the best batch of chili I have ever made. Fresh peppers, bacon, beer and some good quality beef all swam together in a symphony of flavors. When I walked into his house, the smell was... pungent. I could smell cooking vinegar. It wasn't bad but there was something just a little off putting.

"Glad you showed up, Princess." He looked me up and down. to surprise him just a little, I did show up in a dress. I figured a special occasion needed a special outfit.

I looked over at the big man as he took my slow cooker from my hands and plugged it in for me. To be fair to both of us, we had enough time to set up sides and toppings. I even baked more cornbread. Sy made his own savory cornbread that he pulled out of the oven in a cast iron skillet.

"It was my mama's." He told me when I asked about it.

"You bake also?"

"Sometimes, if the mood hits me. I like making peach cobbler too. If you are lucky, I'll make you some. Maybe after our date."

"So sure of yourself, Chicken Fried. I hope you got some good shaving cream and a new razor, you'll need it." In his kitchen, I lifted the hem of my sundress clear up to my naked hip showing him that I was ready to win this bet of ours. His pupils blew out with lust as he stepped up to me.

"Princess, you are a hell of a tease. I have wanted you so badly ever since the first time we met." He breathed, lusty and hot. He pinned me to the counter, radiating his desire. He bit his lip, looking me up and down, he looked like he wanted to kiss me or maybe consume me whole. Suddenly he pulls away, leaving me breathless. "We will have company soon. I need to walk this off, but I really do want to continue this conversation when we don't have to risk being interrupted."

Before anyone could walk in on us, Syverson rushed up to me and kissed me more passionately. My knees buckle for a second and its like I've been set on fire.

When our friends came into his house, he set up bowls, spoons, Fritos and cheese. He set up blind tastings for the guests, only he and I knew what everyone was eating.

The canned chili was a flop. The restaurant chili was a better batch but it wasn't as good. When our friends tasted my chili, they all keep saying how wonderful it was.

Then we tried Sy's. Everyone was quiet for a moment and then the group started to try to figure out what it was about the chili that we didn't like. It was too sweet as far as I was concerned and there was a weird aftertaste. It was an overwhelming agreement that Sy's chili was terrible. After we cleaned up his kitchen, Sy was pouting about having lost.

"So, when would you like for me to shave my beard?"

"Maybe later tonight. I think we have to finish that conversation we started earlier."

"Oh yeah, California?" He said, standing close to me. He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me to the counter top. I lace my fingers through his beard hair and pull him closer so I can finally kiss him again. He broke away from the kiss and then started nibbling on my neck. His hand found the seem of my dress and he slid his hand up my thigh. When my skirt was pushed up to my hips exposing my sex to him, he leaned me back. I watched him look at my core and lick his lips like a man starved.

"Wait a second. Before you start, what was going on with your chili? Did you throw the bet?"

"No, not at all." He looked at me confused. "I don't know what happened, I've made this a bunch of times and its always been good. This was terrible."

"Did you do anything different?"

"Well. I was out of tomato paste, so I used ketchup. A buddy of mine suggested it."

"Oh my god, Sy. No wonder! Thank god you are pretty, my guy." I tease.

"Your guy? I like the way that sounds. Now lean back, Princess. I'm going to try to convince you to let me not shave."

#henry cavill fanfic #my apologies to henry cavill #henry cavill #henry cavill smut #asks answered #captain syverson #captain sy x reader

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marvelous-harry · 3 years

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heyy ur doing blurb night and maybe my thingy got flooded or sun but i really want a blurb on h/flo/y/n joining flo in a live stream maybe cooking with flo?

+ Another Flossie x Harry x reader... r wants to help cooking and cuts herself with a knife? Little angst/fluff because r can't handle blood...

Cooking With Flo Harry/Florence/Reader Words: 2.5K Warnings: Mentions of blood, passing out. Summary: You join Florence for a 'Cooking with Flo' livestream... It ends in tears, blood, and lots of cuddles.

"I'm so excited! I haven't joined you on a Cooking with Flo in forever!" I grinned as I jumped up and took a seat on the counter.

Florence unpacked the groceries, putting away all the things we didn't need. "Should be fun. Been a while since I've done a live too," she smiled as she doubled checked she had everything. "Could you go remind Harry we will be going live in a bit so if he could keep the volume down that would be great,"

"Sure," I replied and jumped down off the counter. Walking up the stairs, I knocked on his office door and waited for his reply.

"Yeah?" he called out.

Opening the door, I skipped over to him. "We just wanted to remind you that we will be going live on Instagram in a few minutes so please don't shout anything inappropriate but if you wanted to take off your shirt and walk around in the background it would greatly improve our numbers of viewers," I grinned.

Harry chuckled and pulled me onto his lap, tickling my sides. "You're very cheeky you know that?" he said as he looked at me.

"I don't even know what that means," I replied innocently, grasping his hands tightly to stop him from tickling me more.

"Sure you don't. Alright, I'll be quiet but I will keep my shirt on, thank you very much," Harry smiled as he pressed a kiss to my cheek.

I sighed. "Shame," I told him before getting up. "You're free to join us if you want," I added, giving him a kiss on the lips.

"Thank you, baby," he smiled back. "You can leave the door open,"

Going back downstairs, I rolled up the sleeves on my hoodie and clapped my hands together as I stepped into the kitchen. "Let's cook some shit!"

Florence finished tying on her apron. "Please try and don't swear too much during this," she said as she gestured me over, grabbing another apron off the counter.

"I promise," I chuckled as I walked over and let her put the apron on me before spinning around so she could tie it up in the back.

"Okay, go wash your hands and we'll get started," Florence once again checked she had put everything out as I went to wash my hands.

Drying them on a kitchen towel, I let her know I was ready.

Florence started up the live stream and waved at her phone that was propped up against a bag of flour. "Hello everyone, hi!" she said excitedly as she watched everyone joining.

"So we thought we would do a little cooking with Flo today!" she smiled as she read all the comments. "I of course have my lovely assistant with me,"

I grinned as I leaned into the frame, standing close to her as I waved at the phone. "Hi!"

"Okay, we will be making a dish called creamy pasta primavera. We've had it many times and it's always a hit," Florence explained as she put her hand around my waist.

I nodded. "It's super good. It's healthy but it doesn't taste healthy, you know?" I told them.

"What do you mean doesn't taste healthy? What does healthy taste like?" Florence laughed as she looked at me.

"You know! Healthy taste like kale or a green smoothie or something. Disgusting," I replied with a grimace on my face.

"Oh shush!" she said and bumped me with her hip. "Should we start the actual cooking?" she asked, looking between me and the phone.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” I replied and put my hands on my hips as I took a step back.

“Since we love this dish so much I will be doubling the recipe so the first thing we’re going to do is get a big pot, fill it up with water, and put it on so it will start boiling,” Florence explained as she pointed to the pot she had already picked out.

Grabbing the pot, I walked over to the sink and started filling it with water.

“For the vegetables, we will be using up some we had lying around from previous meals this week so we have some different coloured bell peppers, a bit of broccoli, half a can of sweet corn, some zucchini, and a few carrots. I’ll probably throw some onion and some garlic in as well cause it’s just so tasty,” Florence said as she picked up the phone and filmed over the vegetables.

“The heavy cream and the parmesan cheese is still in the fridge for now,” she explained as she put the camera back against the flour bag.

“Is this enough water?” I asked as the pot was filled about ¾ of the way.

Florence came over and looked. “Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you, darling,” she smiled.

Grinning back, I picked the heavy pot up and put it on the stove, turning the plate on to the highest setting before grabbing the salt grinder and putting some into the water.

“Wonderful, while that starts heating up we have some chopping to do! I’m just going to get the frying pan out and start heating up some olive oil in it real quick,” Florence said as she turned around.

Walking over to the phone, I smiled as I read some of the comments coming in. “Oh! Deb! Hi Deb!” I waved excitedly at the phone. “Flossie! Your mum is watching!” I told her, glancing back at her before looking back at the phone. “I can’t wait for our lunch! I’m so excited,” I said and waited to see if she would write anything more. “Call me or text me later so we can chat,” I told her as the comments started going by really quickly.

Florence came back over and looked at the comments as well. “Hi mum!” she said and did a little wave. “You can also text or call me but I know she’s your favorite. Can’t blame you, look at her cute face!” she gushed as she pinched my cheek.

“Flossie!” I whined and pulled away.

She just chuckled and turned her attention back to the phone. “Right! Chopping!” Florence said and clapped her hands together. “I’ve got you your own chopping board and knife right next to me,”

Standing in front of it, I grabbed the onion and put it on her board. “I don’t want to chop that. I’ll chop zucchinis,” I said and pulled them into the middle of my chopping board.

“That’s fine,” Florence smiled. “We’re just going to be cutting them into smallish pieces. Not too small cause we want that crunch and flavour to remain quite a bit as we cook it and mix it in with the pasta. Obviously, you can cut them into the size you prefer,”

Cutting the zucchinis into halves, I poked my tongue out as I started cutting them into long lines.

“As with most of my recipes, it’s a dish I learned from my dad. He would usually have some sort of beef meat or sausage with it but I really do like this with just the veggies in it,” Florence told as she made quick work of chopping up the onion and putting it into the frying pan to start sweating them.

As I started cutting the zucchinis into small bites, I glanced up at the phone before taking a sharp breath as I felt a flash of pain. Dropping the knife, I grasped my hurt hand tightly. “Flossie,” I whimpered and stared at the blood that was showing.

Florence whipped her head around and looked at me. “Did you cut yourself?” she asked as she rushed over and looked at my hands.

“Yes,” I whimpered and felt slightly light-headed.

“Okay, look up, take deep breaths. I’m going to put a kitchen towel around your hand,” Florence said calmly as she kept an eye on me while grabbing a clean kitchen towel off the counter and putting it around my hand.

I looked towards the hallway as I heard Harry running down the stairs. “I cut myself,” I said quietly as I looked at him scared.

“Yeah, I saw that. You okay?” he asked as he came over. “Come on, let’s go sit down in the living room,” he looked at the camera and did a quick little smile before keeping me steady as we walked into the living room.

“Is it bad?” I asked squeezed my eyes shut and sniffled. “I’m sorry for ruining the live stream, Flossie,” I whimpered and felt a tear running down my cheek.

“Oh, darling. You didn’t ruin anything, don’t worry about that,” Florence said as she wiped away the tear and stroked my cheek gently. “I’m going to go turn it off and then I’ll come right back okay?”

“You don’t have to stop for me,” I cried, feeling super guilty.

“I want to, darling,” she smiled and pressed a kiss to my cheek before walking quickly back into the kitchen.

Letting out a sob, I leaned against Harry as he pulled me into his lap.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m going to lift away the kitchen towel and have a look,” Harry murmured as he rocked me back and forth just slightly. “Look away or close your eyes, yeah?”

I nodded and kept my eyes firmly shut as I turned my head against his chest.

“Good girl, that’s it,” Harry praised me as he started lifting away the kitchen towel, putting it under my hand. “Can you take your other hand away, please? I need to have a look at the cut, baby,” he said as he stroked my hand.

I shook my head as I gripped my hurt thumb tighter. “No!” I whimpered and let out another sob. “I’m scared,” I cried, leaning on him.

“I know, it’s okay. We’re going to fix you up, baby,” Harry comforted me. “Could you get the first aid kit?” he asked as Florence came back.

“Can you look up at me?” he asked as he cupped my cheek and tilted my head a bit.

Whimpering, I opened my eyes and looked at him.

He gave me a little smile as he stroked my cheek. “Florence is getting the first aid kit. Then we’re going to have a look, we’re going to clean it and bandage it up. Three nice little steps. We’ll be so gentle and go as quick as we can,” he explained.

I couldn’t help but let out another sob. “Is there a lot of blood?” I asked as I heaved for my breath.

“No, there’s not a lot of blood. Just a little. The normal amount,” he said as Florence pulled the coffee table close to the couch and took a seat on it.

“How about you and me stay just like this and Florence has a look at your hand, baby? Is it your thumb that’s hurt?” he asked as he glanced over at Florence.

“I think so,” I replied with a sniffle.

“I need you to let it go now,” Harry nodded as he kept stroking my cheek and keeping eye contact with me. “If you want to hold something you can hold on to my shirt or the kitchen towel,” he added.

Slowly letting go of my thumb, I whimpered as I could feel the blood pumping in it, pain spreading. “No, it’s not good!” I cried and went to grab it again.

Harry shifted me around slightly so he could hold me close and grab my good hand, keeping it away from my thumb. “Keep looking at me, I promise everything is fine,” he said as I whined.

Florence grabbed my wrist firmly to keep it still. “Darling, I’m going to gently hold the tip of your thumb and turn your hand a bit,” she told me.

“Is there a lot of blood? Is it deep?” I asked as I tried to take a deep breath. “I bet there’s a lot of blood,” I mumbled as I started feeling faint again. Whimpering, as I blinked quickly as black dots appeared, I gripped Harry’s hand tightly.

“Baby? Take deep breaths, yeah?” Harry said and shook me slightly.

“She’s out,” Harry said and held you close.

Florence glanced up at your face and quickly grabbed the wound cleanser from the box and opened it. “Right, I’ll try and clean this up real quick then,” she said as she poured some over the cut, using the kitchen towel to get the blood off around the fingers and sanitizing the wound.

She had almost cleaned away all the blood and had checked the cut and decided that bandaging it would be enough, no need for strips or stitches when you started coming to.

Groaning, I took a deep breath as I opened my eyes and looked at Harry.

“Hi, baby,” he smiled as he let go of my hand so he could stroke a hand over my hair before stroking his thumb back and forth over my cheek again. “How you feeling?” he asked.

“Did I pass out?” I asked, trying to not think about what Florence was doing.

Harry nodded. “Just for a bit. Maybe for a minute or so,” he smiled.

“Your thumb looks good, darling. Just going to clean it a bit more than we can put a little bandage on,” Florence said as she kept cleaning the blood off.

“No hospital?” I asked as I sucked in my bottom lip and bit down on it.

“No hospital,” Florence replied as she gave my hand a squeeze before getting the bandage. She quickly put some gauze over the cut before wrapping a little bandage around it and securing it with some tape. “There you go! All done. Just going to clean up your other hand now,” she smiled as she picked up the kitchen towel that was quite damp with the wound cleanser and just cleaned away most of the blood with that.

“Let’s get this apron off, you’ll be more comfortable without it on,” Harry said as Florence put the bloody kitchen towel behind her.

“Okay,” I replied and slowly sat up a bit as Harry reached behind me and undid the knot and with the help of Florence took it off. Florence quickly looked at my hoodie to see if there was any blood on it but couldn’t see anything.

“How about we order some pizza for dinner? Does that sound nice? We can have the pasta tomorrow,” Florence said as she packed up the first aid kit.

I nodded. “Sorry I ruined dinner,” I whispered as I moved around a bit so I could cuddle Harry more.

“You have nothing to apologize for, darling,” Florence smiled as she gave me a little kiss. “Now you cuddle Harry as much as you can cause once I’ve put this away and ordered the pizza it’s my turn,” she said as she grinned.

“Okay,” I replied and wrapped my hands around him tightly as I listened to Harry and Florence jokingly fighting over who should get to cuddle me. Smiling, I closed my eyes and enjoyed Harry’s cuddles for now, full well knowing Florence would win their little ‘fight’.

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kieraelieson · 3 years

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Three Times Patton Got Lost in a Market

Thomas was walking through the old store with his mom, careful to hold her hand while they shopped.

“Oh, look! There’s a wind chime! It’s just like the nice neighbor lady!” Patton said.

Thomas stopped to look, and his mom stopped too, looking at something else across the aisle.

“It isn’t exactly the same,” Logan said. “Hers has a hummingbird on top, but this one has a butterfly.”

“And anyway, this one has prettier colors when the light hits it,” Roman added.

“Oooh, the red really is pretty, Roman!” Patton said excitedly. “And the purple, and the yellow!”

“It’s exactly the colors of the most beautiful rainbow reflecting back from a pot of gold,” Roman said dreamily.

“Mom!” Virgil suddenly shrieked, alerting them all to the fact that Thomas’s mom was no longer beside them.

Instantly, there was a pandemonium of overlapping voices, all very confusing, and Virgil at the front screaming.

“Quiet!” Patton yelled, as loud as he could, and then felt a little like crying. He didn’t like yelling, but this was important!

“But we have to find Mom!”

“We should run after her!”

“If we yell someone will hear!”

“Listen to me!” Patton yelled again. “Remember what Mom said? If we get lost in the store we stay put, and if we see an employee then we ask them to call mom for us.”

Virgil bit down hard on his sleeves, and Patton took his silence for agreement.

“That is indeed what Thomas was told,” Logan admitted.

“I still think we should go find her!” Roman protested, though less pointedly than before.

Thomas plopped down on the floor.

“Ok. That settles it, we’re waiting for mom,” Patton said. “Let’s look for more pretty things while she comes to get us. Roman, what else can you see around us that looks like a rainbow?”

Roman grumpily crossed his arms. “There’s a rainbow on the lawn decoration.”

“Very good!” Patton said. “Logan, can you see anything that’s science-accurate?”

“Science-accurate is a very vague phrase, but I suppose you could be intending to direct me to the collection of decorative barometers.”

“Oooh~ yes, the water swan neck thingies~” Roman said.

Logan launched into an explanation of barometers, most of which Patton didn’t understand.

He checked on Virgil, who was scanning the aisle they were in over and over again, and chewing holes in his poor sleeves.

“She’ll be here in just a minute, don’t worry,” Patton said gently.

Virgil nodded slightly, but didn’t stop checking the ends of the aisle and staring down each person that passed.

And then his eyes went wide. Patton turned to look.

“Mom!”

“Thomas, I thought I lost you for a minute there! Stay close, ok?”

Thomas took his mother’s hand and nodded.

Patton let out a sigh of relief. They weren’t lost anymore.

••^*^••

Thomas was a bit worried about high school, and especially the test coming up, and Logan and Virgil were mostly helping him with that. But now he had to go to the store for groceries. And Roman was exhausted after being all excited over the play and was sound asleep.

So Patton was helping shop!

He smiled confidently, prompting Thomas to look at the list again. He needed to get the ingredients for tacos, and some bread, milk, eggs, and ice cream. Yum!

Now what all went into tacos?

There was meat, and sour cream, and little shredded lettuce, and cheese, and taco shells, or was he supposed to get soft tortillas?

Patton considered, wandering into the store towards the food. Maybe both? Yeah. Both. Oh! And there was the bread! That would probably have tortillas near it!

Patton hummed happily, finding the bread that looked the same as what mom had been getting, noting the brand name. Nature’s Own. Huh.

Now tortillas… what kind did they normally get?

He finally just picked the one that had blue on the label.

Virgil popped up, startling him for a moment, especially with his intense frown. “People are staring. We’re taking too long near the bread, and your humming is gonna make people think Thomas is weird.”

“Oh, it’s alright!” Patton said cheerfully, glad he hadn’t dropped the tortillas. “I didn’t get in anyone’s way, and they haven’t said anything yet about thinking Thomas is weird.”

“Yeah…” Virgil glared at the people milling around and shopping. “Well they could. Just… keep it quiet.”

“Will do!” Patton grinned, and Virgil sunk back out.

Next he had to find… well, next he had to find the next thing. Should he keep walking and hope to see them, or should he seek each one out? He’d stumbled upon the bread, surely he would stumble across the rest.

Patton hummed happily and kept walking, skipping along beside the cart as Thomas pushed it. Thomas must really be out of it, poor guy. But Patton could help him cheer up!

Pretty soon, they had almost everything! Except for taco seasoning. And Patton wasn’t sure if they were supposed to get the kind that was in packets, or the actual spices. And he also wasn’t sure whether he should look in the spices area or the Mexican food area. Or where those areas were.

Surely they’d passed those special Mexican drinks a while back. But where?

Patton encouraged Thomas to turn around and go back, but after several aisles he still couldn’t find anything he was looking for. He turned back around, and then again.

“Perhaps… I need to go from one end all the way to the other…”

Virgil popped up again, rather grumpy looking, but not as much as earlier. “That’s gonna take too long. We’re already late, and Mom is gonna need Thomas home son so she can make dinner.”

Patton sighed. “Ok. Logan, help please, I’m lost.”

Logan popped up, looked around, and then pointed. “That aisle.”

“But how do you know?” Patton asked.

“There’s a sign above it.”

Patton looked up. “Oh. Yeah.” He chuckled. “I should’ve thought to look for signs. Thanks, Logan!”

“You’re welcome. However I do suggest we attempt to make our trip home expedient. I’ll need Virgil’s full attention and assistance to prepare adequately for the test.”

“Will do!” Patton said, already spurring Thomas towards the aisle.

••^*^••

“I have created the ultimate maze!” Roman said excitedly. “It is called Infinite IKEA!”

Patton clapped excitedly, and even Logan gave a single clap.

“I really don’t see the point—“

“The point is a race, Emo Nightmare, and the winner gets to pick which old reruns Thomas watches tonight.”

Virgil tried to pretend he was still disinterested, but Patton could tell he was excited. “So what would we have to do to win the race?”

Roman grinned. “I’ve hidden a copy of each of our logos in the store somewhere, except for mine, which Logan hid by sinking in and placing it in a random place, so he doesn’t know the layout of the store yet. You have to find your own logo, and then exit the store!”

Oh, so that was why Logan had a bump on his head. He’d probably tried to rise up too close to a shelf. Ouch.

“Everybody ready! Set! Go!”

They all rushed into the store. Patton looked around excitedly, getting more excited to see that the store was full of items that came from houses where Thomas had lived or visited. He ran to the section of beds and flopped onto the biggest one.

He let out a comfy sigh, looking up at the roof which, rather than being metal supports and too-bright lights, was intricately painted with something that glowed.

It was amazing.

“You did a really great job, Roman,” Patton said, even though Roman was probably running ahead to win the race— oh! This was a race!

He jumped up and started walking, looking around for his heart with glasses.

After the bed section, where he wished he could stay and flip onto each one, he wandered into the lamps and chandeliers section. That was beautiful. He was still dazzled and in awe walking out. It even had that massive one Thomas had seen in the one hotel once.

And then came books, where Logan was!

“Hi, Logan!”

“Ah, greetings Patton.” Logan was looking through the books, just as captivated as Patton had been by the beds.

“Find your logo yet?”

“Not yet. I’m not overly concerned with winning, and Roman has certainly made this an interesting place to browse.”

“Mhmm!” Patton looked around. “Where are the kids books, I want to see if the Winnie the Pooh book is still chewed on or if Roman made it brand new.”

“That way, two shelves down,” Logan said, rather distracted by a book he’d picked off of the shelf.

“Thank you!”

Patton found the children’s section, and then found the book. It was still chewed on the corners. He smiled, and flipped through the thick cardboard pages. Thomas had loved this book.

And then, when he opened the last page, his logo fell out.

“Awww, look!” He picked it up, and found that it was a sticker. He promptly stuck the sticker to his chest and put the book back. Now all he had to do was find his way out!

He wandered into the next section, which was all dark and purples and blues and blacks and everything cozily packed together.

There was even a sign warning him away from certain aisles, because there would be spiders, and Patton was very glad Roman had thought of that.

And then he remembered the sunglasses stand sitting at the beginning of the lights aisle. That was probably for Virgil. Roman had been so thoughtful in building this! Patton hoped Roman would win. He certainly deserved the prize after putting all this together.

There was a whole section of Disney, all the movies, and posters, and any Disney themed toys and figurines, and even cardboard cut outs! It was lovely and chaotic and colorful, and it bridged Virgil’s section with Roman’s very well.

Roman had every single picture Thomas had ever seen, which was so many pictures!! Patton looked in awe until he realized that the paintbrushes weren’t just for show, some of them had been used. There was a little black cat in the corner of one painting, and a little V, and the paintbrush was in a cup of black water.

Patton found a picture of a field of flowers, and picked up the paintbrush, dabbing a bit of pink onto the picture. It turned instead into exactly the kind of flower Patton had been envisioning! He smiled wide and painted another, and another, and another, and each one turned out beautiful!

He ran to another painting and gave a little boy in the background a balloon and a smile. And then he gave the lady sitting in a rocking chair a baby to hold.

He finally had to stop himself. He could stay here forever, but he probably should get to the end of the store so he wouldn’t worry the others.

He got to the end of Roman’s section, only to find a massive blanket fort. He kept himself from exploring, and passed through, coming out at… the beds again?

Ohhhhh, right. It was a race and a maze.

Patton flopped down on the bed Thomas had grown up with, wrapping up in the blanket. He let out a happy sigh.

“Logan! Roman! Virgil! I’m lost! But I’m also gonna stay lost!”

Roman rose up and leaned against the footboard, a pleased smile on his face. “Enjoying the store?”

“I’m loving it!” Patton said happily, sitting up. “You did a really good job!”

Roman glowed. “I guess I’ll have to leave it up for you to wander in then. Once Virgil finds the exit I’ll put it somewhere more obvious so you can get out once you’re done.”

“Oh, did you and Logan already get out? Who won?”

“Logan, but only by a few minutes. He hid my logo in a hard place! How was I supposed to guess he’d put it under the makeup stash?”

Patton chuckled. “Wait, I didn’t see that.”

“It’s in Virgil’s section, in one of the spider aisles. I can un-spider it for you if you want.”

“Well, let Virgil have his fun first, but I’d really like that.” Patton smiled. He could have fun in here for a long time. “You did an amazing job with the paintings too! I loved those!”

Roman puffed up happily. “I did, didn’t I?”

There was a distant, triumphant, “Ha! I made it! Wait, Princey beat me? Aww.”

Patton giggled.

Roman patted his shoulder. “Have fun.”

“I will!” Patton said happily, eyeing the blanket fort which he now had time to explore.

—————

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hopefulobjectmiracle · 3 years

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wearing the smile you gave me

This fic was prompted by a sweet anon, and I decided to dedicate it to my dear friend @randomcanbian because I love her. I know the next few days will be hard for you, and I hope this makes your week a little less difficult 💕

Pairing: Brittany S. Pierce/Santana Lopez

Prompt: “My shirt is way too big on you...but it’s cute”

Words: ~2.3k

Additional Info: Fluff, Canon Compliant, Married!Brittana, Future Fic.

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Brittany wakes to the soft sound of snoring. The clock next to her bed reads 6:04 AM, but it’s still dark outside.

She rolls over in her bed and breathes a sigh of relief. Santana had gotten home last night, safe and sound. Not that she wouldn’t have, but New York is a dangerous city; one that the two of them hadn’t spent much time in together prior to their wedding. And so Brittany couldn’t help but worry about her anyway.

It’s been four months since the wedding, and married life has been treating them well. They've settled into their new apartment fairly seamlessly, and have been taking classes at Columbia together just like they always planned. Santana would never admit this to Mr. Schuester, but his ‘hunch’ from way back when had turned out to be right - she really did want to go into law in order to make a difference in the world. Preparing for law is difficult, but Santana is loving that she gets to have such an important goal. Brittany is taking classes part-time in the math department, spending most of her time training at the Paul Taylor Dance Company.

It’s not easy, though. Santana often works late nights at the diner to earn extra money - late nights that keep Brittany up worrying about her. Occasionally, like yesterday, their schedules don’t overlap and they aren’t able to spend time alone together. There are bills to pay, classes to attend, and responsibilities that neither one would have ever dreamed of as a teenager. And yet - it’s perfect, because it’s the two of them. Brittany thinks that her teenage self would be damn proud of where they are today.

Now, Santana lies next to Brittany, her dark hair fanned out across her face and her features lax with sleep. Brittany smiles as she traces a finger across Santana’s cheek. This is her Santana, hers alone; the soft, sweet girl that no one but her ever gets to see. And Brittany gets to spend the rest of her life with her. She gets to wake up every morning to that beautiful face, spend her entire day loving this incredible woman, and go to sleep every night knowing that Santana will be right next to her.

Forever.

This thought alone sparks Brittany’s every nerve, and is enough to send Brittany stumbling out of bed, deciding that she isn’t going to be able to fall asleep again before sunrise. Four months in, and it’s finally hit her on this dark, cold morning - this is it. This is forever with the girl she loves.

She quickly smoothes the blankets over Santana, presses a soft kiss to her forehead, and all but sprints to the kitchen of their tiny condo. Lord Tubbington, whom Brittany hadn’t even realized was awake, uses this as an opportunity to climb onto their dining table, attempting to make himself at home in their fruit bowl.

“Quiet, you!” Brittany whispers. “Don’t be an asshole, Santana needs her rest.” Lord Tubbington hisses at her, and Brittany sighs and picks him up, depositing him on the kitchen counter. He mewls in protest, and she jabs her finger at him. “Behave. My wife needs sleep, and I will not have you and your gang ruining it.” She sneaks a glance back into the bedroom. Santana is thankfully still asleep, and Brittany breathes out another sigh of relief. She turns back to Lord Tubbington and says, “I’m keeping an eye on you, mister.”

Brittany leans forward and opens a couple of cupboards mindlessly, unsure of what to make for her wife’s breakfast. It’s a rare free Saturday morning, and she is not going to let it go to waste when she can do something special instead. She sifts through the ingredients they have in their fridge, making a mental note to stock up on bagels. Brittany sighs. She wishes that NYC had at least one Breadstix - she isn’t really the best cook, and Santana only deserves the best.

Still, Brittany thinks Santana will appreciate anything Brittany makes for her, because she knows that what really matters to Santana is that Brittany loves her enough to make an effort. Even if that effort results in burnt lasagna. Which is an event that Santana has sworn to never bring up again.

Brittany shakes that thought away. Santana’s had a hard week, and Brittany needs to do everything in her power to make it better. She spins around the kitchen again and grabs the recipe book they keep on the counter. She flips through it, landing on a page with a list of Italian recipes. She scans the pasta section, hoping to find something easy enough to make. Raviolis, farfalle, fusilli...

Fettuccine Alfredo. Bingo.

Brittany thinks back to her wedding, when Kurt and Blaine burst out laughing when that dish was served for dinner. Apparently, when Sue had locked them in that elevator - a scheme that Brittany had no involvement in, thank you very much - Sue had slipped them a basket of Breadstix food, including a recipe for the pasta. A couple of weeks ago during a drunken night out, Kurt had been so gracious as to share it with Brittany, and ever since then, she’s had it in her back pocket; an ace up her sleeve that she had forgotten about until now. It’s Santana’s favorite, and Kurt’s recipe is simple enough that even Brittany can’t screw it up.

Brittany takes out her phone and scrolls through her pictures until she finds the recipe. She sets the phone on the counter and gets to work, pulling out the noodles, parmesan cheese, garlic, butter, and cream. She turns the stove on, placing a pot of water on the burner. As she’s boiling the water, Lord Tubbington climbs up next to her, knocking her phone off in the process.

“Damn it, I told you to stay away,” Brittany snaps, making a shooing motion at Lord Tubbington. She crouches down and looks at her phone, checking to make sure that no damage has been done.

On the screen is now a photo of the night Santana came to visit Brittany at the dance studio, complete with a big bouquet of flowers. That had been one of the most magical days of her training at the studio, and Santana being there had only made the night better. Brittany picks up her phone and beams. Not for the first time tonight, Brittany is made aware of how lucky she is to be able to have this life with Santana. She places the phone onto the counter again and begins grating the cheese.

Hours later, Brittany is stirring the alfredo sauce on the pan, contemplating the possibility of a four-dimensional cube within the macroscopic universe, when Santana comes padding into the kitchen. “Hey,” Santana says, startling Brittany out of her reverie.

“Hi!”

“Mmmm...that smells so good,” Santana says, stroking Brittany’s arm and inhaling the scents of garlic and cream with a sleepy grin on her face. “What’re you making?”

“It’s a surprise,” Brittany sing-songs. “And good morning, honey,” she says, giving Santana a kiss on the cheek. Santana yawns and rubs her eyes, her hair sticking in every direction. It’s the most gorgeous thing Brittany has ever seen, and - oh.

This is new.

Santana is wearing Brittany’s MIT shirt. The oversized one that Brittany used to throw on daily when she was at the school. The one that was her only source of comfort so far away from home; the one that she put away after reuniting with Santana because she simply didn’t need it anymore.

Now, it somehow looks even better on the person that is Brittany’s forever home. The shirt hangs loose on Santana’s diminutive frame. She’s not wearing anything under it, and that makes her look even more appealing than Brittany had ever thought a T-shirt would look on any one person.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” Brittany says wonderingly.

“Yeah, babe, is that okay?”

“Okay? I...” Brittany is at a loss for words. She slides her hands down Santana’s lovely arms and yanks her in for a kiss. She cups Santana’s face, holding her close and keeping their foreheads pressed together after they break the kiss.

“I’m going to take that a yes,” Santana says, grinning as she pulls back.

“You look incredible,” Brittany breathes. “You have no idea how much I-”

A loud noise goes off right then, making both girls jump. Brittany hurries back to her saucepan, pouring its contents into a bowl.

“What exactly is that?” Santana says, peering over Brittany’s shoulder. Brittany spins around and covers Santana’s eyes.

“No, Santana! It’s supposed to be a surprise,” Brittany says, steering Santana away from the stove.

“I want to help you,” Santana says, attempting to push past her back into the kitchen. “You don’t have to do this all by you- ”

“No can do, honey,” Brittany says, sweeping her hands down Santana’s back and hoisting her up from underneath.

“Britt - ah - what!” Santana yells as Brittany picks her up. She struggles to get out of Brittany’s arms. “Put me down!”

“Sorry,” Brittany says, adjusting Santana in her arms. She walks over to the bedroom and deposits Santana onto the bed, sending her tumbling into the mattress. “You stay here until the food is ready.”

Santana faux-glares at her from where she’s sprawled on the bed, and then sighs in defeat. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Brittany leans in and kisses Santana’s forehead. “Stay here.”

Brittany races back to the kitchen, pouring the sauce over her noodles and sprinkling the remaining cheese over them. She takes out the orange juice from the fridge, removes the muffins from the microwave, and neatly arranges everything onto a tray. She carries the tray to the bedroom, careful not to trip over Lord Tubbington’s now-sleeping form.

Santana’s face lights up when she sees Brittany, and she gasps in awe as she takes in the breakfast Brittany made. Santana ducks her head, bashful and so, so cute. “Britt,” she says, smiling softly. “You made all of this for me?”

“Only the best for you, babe.”

“How did you do it? I thought...” Santana trails off. “You’ve always said that you can’t cook. But you made my favorite meal for me.”

“A chef never reveals her secrets,” Brittany says, winking at her. She makes a mental note to thank Kurt at their next night out.

“Oh, yeah?” Santana teases. She leans in closer. “And what else does this mysterious chef do?”

“Right now, she just wants her wife to eat her breakfast,” Brittany says.

Santana rolls her eyes. “Okay, okay. But you need to come eat with me.” She sets aside the tray and draws back the covers, gesturing for Brittany to join her in the bed. Brittany crawls in and tucks herself against Santana, pulling the blankets back over them. Santana sets the tray on their knees and hands her a fork. The two of them sit in companionable silence for a couple of minutes, taking turns feeding each other small bites of the food; just relishing in each other’s company.

“You know what?” Brittany says suddenly.

Santana swallows down a bite of pasta. “Hmm?”

“This shirt that you’re wearing…” Brittany reaches out and gently fingers the fabric. “This is what I used to wear when I was away. I don’t know why, but it would always make me feel safe. It helped me when I was isolated from you and all of our friends. It made me feel less alone.”

Santana nods her head in understanding. “So, how come you don’t wear it anymore? It’s pretty badass, and I bet you looked so cute in it. It’d be perfect for late nights when I’m at the diner.”

Brittany shrugs. “I don’t need it now. I have you to make me feel safe. Even when you’re not here physically, I have the knowledge that you’re my wife,” she says, showing off her wedding ring. “You believed in me when no one else did, you supported me through everything that happened before MIT, and you even managed to figure out that I wasn’t happy and got me the hell out of there. Why would I need some old shirt when I have you, my darling wife, to keep me safe?”

Santana grabs Brittany’s hand and kisses it. “You make me feel safe too, Britt,” she says earnestly. “Life is so, so hard sometimes, and you make me feel like it’s okay to just be myself in a world that doesn’t always like me.” She looks down and presses her lips together. “Growing up, I never thought I would have that. I always thought I’d marry a man, and he’d sit around judging me on everything I did.”

Brittany winces, remembering how heartbroken Santana was for most of their high school years and how long she’d had to struggle with her feelings. She remembers too, how her own heart broke every time Santana recited a hypothetical future with some nameless man, knowing that it would never make her truly happy.

“I never thought I’d be able to feel so free and so loved,” Santana continues. She cups Brittany’s cheek. “But here you are,” she says, grinning helplessly.

“Here I am,” Brittany agrees, bringing their lips together in a soft, slow kiss. Brittany tries to pour all the love in her heart into that kiss, hoping that through the kiss, Santana will feel even a fraction of the infinite love Brittany holds for her.

“And I’m going to stay with you, Santana. I’m going to love you and make you feel like this for the rest of your life.”

“I’m going to do the same for you, Britt.”

As they lie together, talking, kissing, loving one another, their stomachs so full, their bodies so comfortable, and their hearts so happy, Brittany thinks once again that this is really it for them.

This is forever, and Brittany wouldn’t have it any other way.

#glee #brittana #brittana fic #brittana fanfiction #brittana fanfic #glee fanfiction #brittany x santana #santana x brittany #naya rivera #heather morris #evelyn writes fic #anon i hope you like it too!!

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sw124 · 3 years

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BonelyHearts Reader Insert6

{Female!ReaderXSkeleton household}

Camping! Pt.6

Well yesterday was quite the day, so much for your enjoying your ‘leisure’ day out. You ended up soaked to your very bones all because of some jerk/jerks in a speed boat. It wasn’t so much getting soaked that bothered you, it was the fact that boat came so close to hitting you and Ash; that is what made you mad…but that was yesterday. An its not like the day ended badly, when you got dry clothes on and the skeletons practically waiting on you hand and foot to be sure you were ok.

You’d be lying if you didn’t enjoy it but you reminded them that you were fine and all warm again. That an you woke up again with the same skeletons in your tent, cuddled up next to you like little darlings. Well this was your last day of camping, that meant it was ‘your’ day. The past two days were dedicated to the skeletons but now it was your turn an you had only one special thing in mind.

“Human, what exactly do you have planned. We’ve done all the trails you wanted minus the …what was it..Grandfathers duff?” Asked Nox.

“Thats ‘Grandads Bluff’ and trust me when I tell you this activity will be great for everyone. But remember we need to pack up before we head off for our last activity, when we’ve finished it we’ll be going home; everyone got that?”

They all responded with a nod, you felt giddy as you helped them pack up. You had a wonderful surprise waiting for them! Packing didn’t take long at all, you handled most of the kitchen items while Papyrus and Boss dismantled the tents. Poplar helped Russ pack up the van while the others walked around picking up any litter left behind. It didn’t take long to get cleaned up really, in less then thirty minutes dishes were clean, tents dismantled and put away, campsite cleaned up and finally the van packed. Now that was done you could take the boys on the last activity of the day!

“Ok boys its gonna ten to fifteen minute walk to our destination so no whining.” You gave a playful wink and motioned the boys to follow you.

It was kinda funny to see some of their deadpan expressions but you digressed. You lead the way towards a road, sticking close to the shoulder of course. Though there weren’t any cars on this road there were ATV’er’s driving about; but they all were polite an stuck to their own side, time to time waving at you and the skeletons. Most if not all of them were simple ‘drive through rugged terrain’ people or parents taking their kids for rides.

Like you said it didn’t take long before you reached your destination…

“…..A ski lift?” Russ tilted his head.

“Well its not used for skiing now but during the autumn its used as a ‘special tour’ option. You take the lift up the mountain to enjoy the view of the local foliage, there at the top is the local ski resort. We’re taking the long ride up so it’ll take about an hour. By the time we get there it’ll be time for lunch so we’ll stop at their cafe to eat. Then comes the best part!”

You wriggle in your boots, ready to explode with excitement.

“The best part is the tram ride down the mountain, on the way down your served the best local drinks in the area. Non-alcoholic of course, the ride down will take just about the same amount of time as getting up give or take a minute. By the time we get back down the mountain it’ll be time to start heading home, you boys ready?”

They all looked at each other before nodding, when you got to where the chairs picked up the skiers you paused…thats right you had to see who was going with who. You looked and already Nox was arguing about going first…call you impatient but you hopped into a chair an let the boys figure it out for themselves.

You turned your back…and felt the chair sweep you up then it dropped its safety bar down. You squeaked like a little mouse as it lifted you up, you turned back to see the boys were still arguing…you waited at least a minute before shouting.

“HEY! I’M ALREADY ON THE LIFT! GET THE LEAD OUT BOYS!”

You laughed as you watched some of them scramble to get on the lift, Poplar and Ash were already getting on by the time the others heard you calling for them. Now that the boys were on the lift all you had to do….was relax and enjoy the ocean of autumn colors at your feet. This truly was a great idea, you slowly watched the wind blow waves of leaves over the trees. It really did look like water, a sea of cold fire…

A sudden thought hit you….there was a few spots on the mountain where special cameras were set up. They were to take pictures of people on the ski lifts, kinda like the camera’s on amusement park rides! They did this for the skiers as something commemorative or something. Oh this was gonna be fun, you hoped you’d see it so you could take a nice photo, if not something funny to laugh at.

[A beautifully peaceful ride later]

You gingerly slide off the lift chair and walked over to a small waiting area, there were some benches and a small kiosk to get your photo. The photo you got didn’t turn out like you hoped but it was still nice, the pictures was of you looking off to the side. You recalled that moment too, you caught sight of a hawk in the distance.

You decided to wait for the boys, you saw the photo’s drop in the kiosk. Not sure if it was ok or what you decided to look. The first photo of course was of Poplar and Ash, they looked like the spitting image of a happy elderly couple. The next was Stretch and Blue, where on earth did Stretch get the Groucho glasses…heh poor Blue didn’t notice he was given the ‘bunny ear’ treatment. Next was Boss and Red who were mostly enjoying the scenery, then it was a picture of Papyrus yelling at a sleepy Sans. Finally was Nox and Russ who much like Red and Boss were just enjoying the scenery…hehe Russ looked so cute.

You slipped the photos into your pocket and went to greet them, by the time you left the little kiosk Poplar and Ash were just getting off the lift. They greeted you and sat down to wait for the others, one by one the pairs of brothers came off the lift. Once you all regrouped you headed for the resort’s cafe.

“Here it is…” you sighed happily, it didn’t have a name other then ‘cafe’ but it just oozed with charm.

Inside the floors were a deep black mahogany with plush bright red carpets, the tables, chairs and table cloths all matched. What made it so charming was each table had a small fire pit in the center where you could roast marshmallows. But since you did that already you had booked a special treat for the boys…

“Fon…due?” Asked Nox.

“Yes, Fondue is a pot of melted cheese where you dip food items into such as bread, vegetables, meat an other things. Don’t worry I’ll be ordering the vegetarian special, it comes with the local favorites! Come on lets sit, I’m starting to get a little hungry now.”

“Yes lets have lunch!” Agreed Poplar, he seemed just as excited about the fondue.

Everyone gathered at one big round table, the waitress took down orders for drinks. Mostly of coffee’s and coco’s but you chose some tea for yourself. Before long your pot of fondue was delivered and everyone proceeded to dip pieces of bread and vegetables into the melted white substance. It had a slight sharp smell but the herbs were mostly the source of it, the taste…was pure velvet. You could taste the cream and hints of butter, instantly you thought of popcorn from a movie theater the moment you took bite of asparagus dipped in the white concoction.

All the vegetables you got were roasted, including some sweet potato chips and some eggplant. This really was a great place, once you an the boys had enough and paid the bill came the tram.

You walked over to check the schedule.

“The next ride will be leaving at 11:45am guys so we got about forty minutes to enjoy the sights around here. Please pay attention to the time ok guys?”

“Got it!” They said in unison.

You smile and walk away, everyone wandered around the outside admiring the scenery. You gravitate away from the boys and wander a bit towards the railing.

Everything was so quiet…so beautiful…but was interrupted by the sound of loud voices. You look to see four men stumbling towards you, hanging off one another, even from a distance you could smell the booze. You were about to move away but they caught sight of you.

“Hey baby, you alone wanna hang (hic!) out?”

You glared. “No, I’m here with my friends now leave me alone-“ just when you turned to head for the nearby staircase to get away from these jerks one of them grabs your arm.

“Hey aren’t you that bitch thats hanging out with them skeletons? Come on hang out with some real men, we got the goods to please a woman!” Well one of them was half sober enough to recognize you for some reason.

You rip your arm away from him.

“Get away from me you filthy piece of crap!” You stepped back…

“See told you she was a bitch, an I know what we do with bitches!” Before you could do anything one of the drunks raised his foot and kicked you…you stumbled back…and took a hard tumble down the stairs behind you.

It wasn’t many stairs but enough that when you landed…you landed hard. For a moment you laid still, you were still conscious so that was good….slowly you started rising to your knee’s, you put weight on your right foot; no problems there……but the moment you tried to step on your left foot….thats when you went down again.

Your ankle felt as if someone drove a spike into the joint and was twisting it around, you let out a pained scream when you put any weight on it. You winced and looked at your hands…oh your poor hands got bruised up good that was for sure…

“Human? Human where are you?!” You looked up, you saw Nox but thankfully no sign of the drunks.

“D-Down here!” You cried…tears were streaming down your face, the pain was almost too much.

You looked up, Nox was racing down full speed. You got scared thinking he’d fall too…give him some credit he had good balance. He reached you and noticed your disheveled self.

“What happened?!” His hands hovered over you.

You sobbed. “S-some drunk guy kicked me down the st-stairs…my ankle hurts real bad Nox…”

Normally you could tolerate a little pain but this…this wasn’t little, already Nox was checking the rest of you. Your arms, head (noting the slight bruised lip you had), neck, he already saw your hands but was now focusing on your legs. When he was satisfied he checked your ankle, slowly he removed your shoe and examined your ankle. His fingertips ghosted over your ankle, flinching when he touched parts near the joint.

“….Its just bruised thankfully, hang on.” He took out his phone and after a few taps made he put the phone to his cheek….and spoke.

“Russ get Boss to my location, a pack of drunks pushed the human down a flight of stairs, she has a bruised ankle an I need someone strong enough to carry her to the Tram.”

He had just put his phone in his pocket when you heard footsteps, already you saw Boss descending the stairs. He had such a graceful step to him despite practically running down those stairs, Russ wasn’t far behind him.

“Oh god, human…” Russ looked ready to cry, you tried to put on a brave smile but it hurt to smile…

Boss waisted no time gathering you into a princess carry, with almost no effort on his part escorted back up the stairs…where a group of worried skeletons were waiting for you.

[three hours later]

This wasn’t how you wanted your camping to end….sure you got the tram ride back but it wasn’t that special ‘lets have a warm drink while watching the woods slowly go by’ kind of ride. Now you were bundled up in a blanket sitting in your room, you just finished crying when Boss walked in with a mug of ‘golden flower’ tea.

“Thanks Boss…” you whimpered as you took the cup from him.

“Now human don’t be so melodramatic, sure the trip didn’t go completely as planned but we still had fun and we got you healed up.” Said Boss crossing his arms.

“Yeah…..thats true….” The tea was the perfect temperature, you hadn’t realized you had gulped it all down…well you were thirsty. “….You know maybe I should go sit in the living room with….everyone…maybe that’ll make me feel…..better…”

You forgot..’golden flower’ tea practically knocked your butt out, you drank it when you couldn’t get to sleep at night. You swayed a bit still bundled in that thick blanket, was you imagination or did you feel Boss wrapping his arms around you?

Oh he just picked you up….you all bundled in your blanket…you felt like a newborn baby swaddled after birth. Warm, safe and loved….you snuggled against the brooding skeletons chest as he walked you out of your room.

You could hear the others having a conversation but….you didn’t care….you could hear cooing but you didn’t care….instead…your mind drifted back to the camping…

Sleeping in a tent curled up with the skeleton family, sharing s’mores and hot coco…

Your mind drifted into a dream…where all you could think about…was you…

And the loving skeletons who were always…and always would be at your side…

End.

[The ending was inspired by a drawing done by @mmhinman and again this is a reader insert dedicated to the @bonelyheartsclub ]

#undertale #fanfic #bonely hearts club

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hoodharlow · 3 years

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Daddy Old Man

AN: This is a complementary blurb/one to @twilightmomentswithyou ‘s request, but it's in Cal's POV. As always ty to @d-oaks for beta reading and editing. Forgot to mention Alexis Ximena is a different Alexis Ximena, remember I was redoing Wildflower (pr!Cal) and yeah, it in this AU. So don't be confused :) enjoy

Requested?: by like 3 anons

Warnings: lil sad moments, angst with a happy ending?

Word Count: 4015 words

Calum rolled over on his bed and groaned into his pillow, wondering who thought it was a good idea to call him at exactly six in the morning on Christmas eve. He patted the nightstand until he found his phone. Nico's mom. He sighed and answered.

"What do you want?" Calum grunted into his phone.

"Good morning to you too," She said sarcastically.

"Well, you'd be tired if your daughter decided to get up in the middle of the night requesting you to repack her bag because she wanted to take only clothes her mum bought her."

"Actually that's what I wanted to talk about…"

"Oh for fucks sake," he began. "You promised Nico. She hasn't seen you in months."

"I know, it just got hectic here with his family, and I can't make it for Christmas. But I'll be there for New Years."

"I'm sure you are."

"Calum—"

"Goodbye."

He locked his phone and tossed it to the side. Calum wasn't surprised that she made up an excuse and called him last minute. He'd be more surprised if she didn't call to cancel.

He settled back in his sleeping position and closed his eyes. Minutes later he began dozing off, but on the other side of his door he heard Nico, Duke and Alexis Ximena's Bernese mountain dog, Bernie. He caught their shadows on the bottom of the door.

The door slowly opened, letting the trio in. After loudly shutting the door, Nico slowly made her way to his bed while Duke trotted over to the edge of his bed. He tried jumping on, but failed. Calum stifled his laugh, pretending to be asleep. He couldn't hold it in as he watched Nico struggle to get Duke in bed.

"Daddy, help please." She grunted as she held Duke in her arms.

"Of course." He giggled.

With ease, Calum picked them up and settled them on his bed. Duke made his way to the foot of the bed and curled up into a ball. Nico crawled to Calum and settled on his side. She placed her small head on his bicep.

Once everyone settled, Bernie climbed into bed. It wouldn't be the first time that he joined them in Calum's bed, which was why Calum upgraded his queen size bed to a California king.

"Blanket, please," she said through her yawn.

Calum rolled his eyes and covered them.

"Thank you."

He hummed in response.

It wasn't long until they fell back to sleep. An hour in, Calum lost feeling in his arm so he carefully placed Nico on a pillow, where she'd be more comfortable. He turned to the other side and went back to sleep.

Around nine, he woke up. Nico had her small arm tightly around Calum's side and her face smushed on his back. Her soft snores filled the room. He carefully turned her and got out of bed. He slipped on his long sleeve shirt.

Duke lifted his head and gave Calum a disinterested look before laying next to Nico. Calum watched Nico wrap her arm around Duke. With that the dog fell back into a deep slumber. Bernie was already off the bed, waiting for Calum to open the door for him.

Calum did his morning routine and put on his socks last before he made his way downstairs. He spotted Alexis Ximena in the kitchen flipping a freshly made waffle onto a plate.

“Mornin’” Calum grumbled to her, going straight to the coffee pot.

“Good morning.” She greeted him. “I thought you and Nico were going to be next door for breakfast with her mom and grandparents.”

“Nico’s mum called a few hours ago, saying some shit about not being able to make it. You know the usual.” He said. He took a long sip of his coffee, sticking out his tongue as the hot liquid scalded his tongue.

"Waffles?" She offered.

"Please." He nodded before blowing on his coffee and taking a sip.

While Alexis Ximena finished, Calum looked back to the living room. Thanks to her, the whole place looked festive. It was like walking into a Crate and Barrel ad. It wasn't too over the top and tacky, but it wasn't simple either.

The only thing that seemed out of place was the Christmas tree. It was the first tree Calum ever bought when he first moved in. He only put out to have some festive decoration since he rarely ever spent Christmas in Los Angeles. After Nico was born, he couldn't travel with her as much. She barely handled flights from Los Angeles to Toronto, so Calum didn't even think about her flying to Sydney.

"I think it's time, we get a new tree," Calum said to Alexis Ximena.

"Finally. I fucking hate that tree," she confessed.

"Why haven't you said anything? You just let me put that piece of shit up?"

"I thought it meant something to you."

"I bought that shit at Walmart for about fifteen dollars."

"And it shows," she mumbled to herself, but Calum heard her. She slid a plate to him. "Eat up."

"Thank you," He hummed. He reached for the honey and swirled it around his waffles. Then he spread a huge dollop of cream cheese on each waffle. He took another sip of his coffee then remembered something. "Weren't you supposed to be in Tijuana?"

"Yeah, but I was just dropping off my dad at the airport." Alexis Ximena said as she cut her waffles in neat bite size pieces. "His flight was at eight. We left here like at four because he had to check in at six."

"Have you slept?"

"No," she snorted. "It's fine though, the past weeks I've been doing night shoots, so my sleep is off."

It was all a lie. Since Calum couldn't go to Sydney, Alexis Ximena decided to fly Joy and David out to see them. So she made up the lie that her dad needed her to drop him off at the airport when in reality she was picking them from LAX. Her dad wasn't even going to Mexico this year. He decided to fly to New York to see Alexis Ximena's mom.

"Daddy," Nico called to him from the stairway.

"Yes?" He answered back.

"Please come here." A few seconds go by. "The bed is wet."

"A shit," he mumbled. He got up from his seat and made his way upstairs.

A few months ago Calum started potty training Nico. It went by pretty smoothly, but they have occasional accidents. Especially the night before something she's excited for, like her mom visiting.

He found her on the edge of the toilet, running her pendant over its chain. A habit her mom would do whenever she was anxious. She met his gaze, and her eyes were widened; they filled with embarrassment and guilt. Tears brimmed around her eyes.

"Daddy, I'm sorry." She blubbered.

Calum knelt down in front of her and held her small hands in his. "It's okay. It happens to the best of us." He softly said.

"But we're late for mami."

Calum stayed quiet for a bit wondering how to tell her that her mom cancelled. Then she spoke up.

"Mami not here?"

Calum shook his head. "There was too much snow and the planes had to stay." He lied.

Nico nodded. "When will she?" she asked.

"Not sure. Let's run you a shower okay?"

"Okay."

Nico hopped off the toilet and exited the bathroom. She held onto Calum's hand as they went to her room. He helped her shower and get ready.

"Do you want your hair down or braids?" He asked her when he sat her in front of her small vanity.

"Down please," she said.

Calum nodded and gently towel dried her hair as best he could before brushing it. He sprayed a generous amount of leave-in conditioner and gently combed her hair.

Nico smelled like an orange creamsicle. Calum was forever grateful for Jesssica Alba when she sent him a PR package of her baby brand. He nearly cried of pure happiness because Nico finally found a shampoo she liked. He had spent months going through baby brand after baby brand to find one she liked and didn’t hurt her scalp. Since then that's all he uses on her.

"All done." He said, setting the comb down.

Her eyes widened at the work Calum did. It was simple, but Nico loved it.

"So pretty, like you, daddy." She gushed.

"Let's go eat breakfast. Mena made some waffles."

"Waffles?" She gasped. She clapped her hands and made it out the door. She poked her head back in her room. "Let's go, old man."

"Hey, who are you calling old?" he asked.

"You," she giggled, covering her mouth.

They made their way down to the kitchen. Nico instantly wrapped her arms around Alexis Ximena.

"Hi, mami Mena," Nico said softly.

When she first started talking, Alexis Ximena or plainly just Alexis were hard for her to pronounce, so she went with mami. Around the time, Nico barely saw her mom because she was on tour and for a while she thought Alexis Ximena was her mom. Alexis Ximena explained that she wasn't her mom, but she loved Nico as if she was her daughter. Eventually Nico started to add 'Mena' whenever she'd ask for Alexis Ximena. It was her way of distinguishing Alexis Ximena and her biological mom.

"Hi, pretty lady. Want some waffles?"

"Yes, please." Nico said. She walked over to her stool. "Daddy, up please."

"Oh so now I'm daddy," he said.

"Daddy old man." Nico giggled.

***

"Are you very sure you want this one?" Calum asked Nico when she finally decided on a Christmas tree.

During breakfast Alexis Ximena convinced Nico that a natural tree is better than an artificial tree, to Calum's dismay. Now Nico and him were at a tree farm an hour or so from home. They spent over an hour going over every tree. From height, Nico wanted a big one, 'taller than daddy', and color. Calum didn't mind explaining. He knew Nico was at that age where she was practically a sponge and absorbed everything. Though it did take her a while to understand that not all trees grow avocados and lemons like the ones her uncle Ashton and her grandparents had.

"Yes. I want this one." She pointed at eight foot noble fir.

"Okay. Go with uncle Luke and wait for me okay."

Luke reached for her and led them to a bench. Calum walked over to the worker and let them know what tree he was going to buy. They told him that it would be ready in about ten minutes. They attached a ribbon with his last name to the tree and went over to help another customer. Calum went back to Luke and girls.

Ashton was going to join them, but Max had somehow locked himself in his studio. So he needed to get him out. Michael was barely landing spending a week in Palo Alto with his godson and the kid's family, so he couldn’t make it.

"Smells yummy," Calum heard Nico say out loud. He watched her spin around until her nose led her to a churro stand. A churros stand Calum had spotted the second they walked in, but did his best to steer them away from it.

"Daddy, I want one," she told Calum once he joined them at the bench.

Calum shook his head, "Not today. We're going to get lunch with Luke and Rory once we get the tree in the car."

"I don't want lunch." She huffed crossing her arms, challenging him.

Calum looked over to Luke for some help. He looked as lost as Calum. It was a side of Nico they've never seen.

"Nico," Calum warned her. He's only used that tone on her once, and she stopped acting out.

"Mami buys them for me." She tried arguing.

"Well, she's not here is she?" he said out of frustration. He quickly regretted saying that to her. When he told her that her mom wasn't coming, she didn't say much. Her outburst is a result of her not reacting to the news.

Nico began tearing up. Her small hands balled into fists as she huffed, trying her best not to fully cry. Her chest rose as her frustration took over her body.

"I want my mami not you," she repeated until she broke into full sobs. Her voice hiccuped and cracked as she begged for her mom.

Calum got down at her level and pulled her into a hug. She kept begging for her mom, mumbling how she missed her. She gave in and wrapped her arms around him. He pulled away and wiped her tears.

"I know you're upset that she's not here, but that's no way to behave Nico. You're becoming a big girl. If you feel sad or mad, you have to tell me, so I can help you feel better. Okay?"

"Yes," she nodded. She looked down at her feet and dusted off the fake snow from her Doc Martens. "I love you, daddy."

"I love you too, Nico."

"These young parents need to have a heavier hand with their kids. Hugging and consoling them is just going to enable their tantrums." Calum heard one of the older parents say to another.

He was about to say something, but Luke beat him to it.

"Maybe you should stop talking shit about someone you don’t know and pay attention to your own kid that's playing in actual shit." Luke nodded his head towards the small child jumping on the reindeers' poop.

The woman gave Luke an offended look before walking away with the other woman.

"Everything good?" Luke asked them.

"Yeah," Calum nodded. "I'll explain in a bit."

Once Calum paid for the tree, they made their way back to their cars. Luke buckled Rory back in his car seat.

"Is she okay?" Luke asked him once he popped out of the back.

"Yeah, she just upset her mum's in Toronto when she promised she was coming for Christmas. I wasn't upset because she cancelled, not the first time she's done it, but because it's starting to affect Nico more, you know."

"Yeah. I'm sorry you and Nico have to go through that." Luke said.

"But we'll get through it, she has me."

"Daddy, I want lunch." Nico yelled from inside his car.

***

When Calum entered his street, Paola, Nico's aunt passed them while jogging with her dog. One thing Calum was happy about was that most of Nico's maternal family lived next door, and she was able to spend as much time with them as she wanted. They've been very helpful when Nico first entered Calum's life. They sometimes watched her when Calum was touring and Alexis Ximena couldn't because of work.

"Daddy, there's Tía and Karma." Nico pointed out when they drove past her.

"Let's drop off the tree and we'll go over." Calum suggested.

"Yay!" Nico clapped.

Calum pulled up to the driveway and grabbed Nico. They arrived at her grandparents' just as Paola came back from her jog.

"Thought I saw you two just now." Poala said, getting down to hug Nico. "¿Cómo está mi princesa?"

"Bien." Nico answered. "My daddy got a big tree."

"Oh wow! Santa's gonna leave so many presents huh."

"He's not real. Mi mami Mena leaves presents."

Paola looked up at Calum. "She's not even three and she knows he's not real."

"Not my fault. She saw a movie about it." He said defensively.

"Wanna come in? My parents are inside." Paola asked.

"Yes!" Nico nodded.

They made their way inside. Calum still remembered the first time he actually entered the house. It was when he dropped off Nico's mom after he made her cry at the studio. Fast forward to about five years, and the place still kept its homey vibe.

Calum helped Nico take off her jacket and hang It on the coat rack. He heard her make her rounds of greeting her grandparents. Before joining them, he sent Alexis Ximena a text that they're next door and might be there for an hour.

He made his way to the kitchen where Amelia placed a bowl of pozole in front of Nico. He hugged her grandparents and sat next to Nico.

"Love, you just ate." Calum said to her. At the diner she didn't want her chicken tenders so she ended up eating most of Calum's veggie burger. If someone should be eating, it should be him.

"But… pozole." She argued, pointing to her bowl.

"Fine, but you're giving me some." He gave in.

Nico agreed. She topped their bowl by the handfuls with 're-chicken'—cabbage—, onion and radishes as Calum shredded some chicken. While they ate, Calum half listened to what everyone was saying. It was mostly their plans for tomorrow.

Nico ate about five spoonfuls of pozole, before making her ' I'm full' face. Calum finished the rest. He felt her rest her head on his side. In a matter of minutes she fell asleep.

"Guess that's our queue." Calum joked when her snores got louder. He carefully picked Nico up. "Thank you for having us and for the food. Delicious as always."

"Come by tomorrow, we got Nico some things. If you can't, we'll just drop them off." Alejandro, Nico's grandfather, said to him.

"No it's fine, we'll stop by. At ten?" Calum asked.

"That works."

"Thanks once again. We'll see you tomorrow." He waved at them.

He grabbed their coats, draping his over Nico like a blanket. When he reached his house, the tree was already off his car.

There was laughter coming from outside his door along with some chatter. Calum immediately recognized the voices. It was his parents.

He quickly entered his house. Bernie and Duke were at the front waiting for them. He made a shushing gesture to them and made his way upstairs so Nico can sleep more comfortably. Not wanting to disturb her much, he only took off her shoes and covered her in his coat again. She softly hummed and hugged her stuffed crocodile, Crow.

Calum made his way back downstairs, but went through the back stairs that lead to the kitchen, so his parents wouldn't see him. He saw Alexis Ximena mindlessly handing Joy snowflake ornaments as she ate Shapes with onion dip. His father was on the recliner with his arms crossed, nodding off.

Before Nico, this was how he imagined spending the holidays with his family once he settled down. He just wanted the most important people in his life together. And it's what he has. Sure the circumstances that brought them together weren’t how he planned, but he's grateful for them because he had Nico and Alexis Ximena.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare at Alexis or are you going to hug your mum?" Joy said playfully, bringing Calum back from his thoughts.

"Sorry," he mumbled sheepishly. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "How are you here?—Not that I mind."

"What? A mother can't come see her baby and his baby?" She asked. "Speaking of babies, where's Nico?"

"She's upstairs slee—"

"Daddy! I'm gonna poop." Nico yelled from upstairs.

"She's upstairs… using the faculties." He pulled away from Joy. "I'll be right back." Calum ran upstairs to help Nico.

Joy went back to her little makeshift station of ornaments. Alexis Ximena went a little overboard while shopping for things to put on the tree Calum was buying it. She was more than happy to help her with decorating.

"Thanks for not telling him that I flew y'all out." Alexis Ximena whispered to Joy in case Calum came in. "I know he would have made a big deal about it if he knew."

"Don't worry about dear." Joy said softly.

Joy felt indebted with Alexis Ximena. Not for the plane tickets, but for everything she's done for Calum and Nico. She brought a side of Calum that Joy never thought she was going to see. He's grown so much in almost three years.

In a blink of an eye he stopped being that brooding and almost hostile guy that claimed love was bullshit. All that nonsense he continuously talked about disappeared when he held Nico in his arms for the first time.

"Pops! Gramma JoJo!" Nico exclaimed when she ran into the living room. She hugged David and then Joy. Still in Joy's arms she asked, "Where is Tiny Teddy?"

***

"Four." Calum said as he emptied his pockets with Tiny Teddy bags. Alexis Ximena looked at him, confused to whatever he was rambling about. "That's how many she had under her fucking pillow. 'Daddy, I can sleep myself,' my arse."

"Oh, I thought she took them because she was gonna share with the other kids when we went to Luke and Aaliyah's." Alexis Ximena said as she reached for a sprinkles bag from the pile.

"You saw her grab them?"

"Yeah," she giggled.

"That fucking little shit," he mumbled.

Calum grabbed the other bags and took them to the kitchen. He grabbed the box of Tiny Teddy and put them back. He closed the cabinet, but then opened it. He knew his daughter and she would find a way to get to them. Grabbing the instant oatmeal packages, he put all of Nico's cookies in the box and tossed the Tiny Teddy box.

He came back to the living room and found Alexis Ximena placing all of the presents around the tree. She placed the bigger boxes in the back and neatly stacked the smaller boxes in the front.

"Can you help me up?" she asked him, smiling at him. Calum knew that smile. It was the same one Nico did when she needed help from him. So he effortlessly pulled her up. "While you're at it, can you help me with my boots?"

"I still don't understand why you wore these? Everyone was in their pajamas." Calum asked her. He tugged them off her and handed them to her.

"Just because I had to wear these corny ass PJs doesn't mean I had to look all fodonga." Alexis Ximena said defensively. She rubbed the soft leather against her cheek. "Plus these are Alexander McQueen."

Calum settled on the couch and turned on the TV. He cursed when the movie blasted Tyler the Creator's song as the Grinch started, and he quickly lowered the volume. Alexis Ximena crawled on the couch next to Calum and rested her head on his thigh.

They were at the part where the Grinch and Max get an obese reindeer to follow their shenanigans when they hear their dogs’ trotting and Nico trying not to giggle. Calum watched Nico stop and smile brightly at the Christmas tree.

She turned to Calum and jumped happily. “Daddy, Santa came!” She squealed.

“Yeah and took all of your Tiny Teddies since we didn’t leave him any.”

“And beer?”

Calum nodded and chuckled, remembering Ashton explaining to Ethan, Max and Nico how in Australia they leave beer for Santa with the cookies.

Alexis Ximena sat up and gave her an exaggerated confused look. “I thought you said Santa wasn’t real?”

Nico toyed with her necklace and quietly said. “Ethan said he’s real.” She sighed and smiled to herself. “And so handsome.”

“Aw you think he’s cute.” Alexis Ximena teased her. She poked her sides, earning a few giggles from her. “Cal, don’t you think that’s—]”

But Calum was too busy talking on the phone to pay attention to her. “Hey Michael! Just calling to say that all future playdates between Ethan and Nico are cancelled. Merry Christmas.” He said.

He hung up and looked at Nico. She had a deep pout and tears brimmed her eyes.

“I like playing with Ethan.”

“Cal, why are you so worked up? Nico’s two and Ethan is four. They’re just kids.” Alexis Ximena laughed.

“Yeah, then he’s going to be five and starting kindergarten soon. You can never trust those kindergarteners.”

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