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54 BLs Announced for 2023 that didn't happen

Here if you list of BLs announced for 2023 that didn't happen and for which I have no word on whether they'll release in 2024 instead.

I've put the ones I really regret didn't get made in bold.

If they actually happened and I just missed it please let me know in a comment with the place you watched it. Thanks!

Organized by country!

Cambodia

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My Croissant

trailer - announced 4/2023

China

Couple or Not

From Durian Culture Production this was suposed to be an A/B/O. Gui Ming who swaps consciousness with himself in a parallel universe. In that universe he is married to his rival Shi Youtian.

Desire the series

Another one that was supposed to be A/B/O The story of Bai Lan, a young man who wants Mr. Shen, a proud alpha, to be his omega. According to the casting announcement ‘Desire’ will consist of 24 episodes with 45 minutes runtime per episode.

Japan

Boys Love Omegaverse (Boys Love Sequel)

Announced for 6/9/2023 but never aired. This seems to just be borrowing the branding and have nothing to do with either BL originals since it's about 4 men in an idol group.

Given the series (remake)

Fuji TV announced and episodic series focuses on Ritsuka as he rediscovers his love for music thanks to Mafuyu. Given the Movie focused on their bandmates, Akihiko-Haruki, and their tumultuous relationship. The storyline for this second film involves Ritsuka temporarily joining Hiiragi and Shizusumi’s band, and the tension that brings to his new relationship with Mafuyu. It will also delve into the relationship between Hiiragi and Shizusumi.

Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa

remake of the first movie

Korea

Blueming 2 AKA Blueming Season 2

This was one of my favorites from 2022 year (9/10). I’m not thrilled about this. It’s the same director as TMS2, and I didn’t like that one all that much either. Still, I’m always intersted in where Korea goes when it’s given enough rope to hang itself.

Choco Milk Shake 2

Strongberry

First Love's User Manual (TutorYim) Silkwood (Peach Of Time)

Heesu In Class 2

was to air 2023 03.02

Korea's gay version of Sex Education. Heesu’s world revolves around Chanyoung, his best friend and secret crush. He doesn’t mind cheering Chanyoung from the sidelines or listening to all his girl problems. He doesn’t care if people only know him as “Chanyoung’s friend.” Then one day, Heesu starts hearing his name everywhere. On the bus, in the halls, during lunch… Turns out, there’s a rumor going around school (Got a love problem? Find Heesu in Class 2 and he’ll tell you what to do!) and with that, Heesu suddenly finds himself the center of attention. But how could he give anyone advice? He doesn’t even know what to do about his own crush!

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Jump the series

From SOL Entertainment (producers of Cherry Blossoms and others) for Gaga. Coming-of-age drama that 'jumps' to the next chapters of life: love, friendship, competition, mistakes, dreams and hopes.

Love Supremacy Zone

Best on a novel and 29 year old man wakes up in a 19 year old's body and has to make his friend happy or die

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Wuju Bakery AKA Space Bakery (JeffBarcode)

Silkwood and Be On Cloud partnered for this. ‘Wuju Bakery’ was originally scheduled to be released in 2024, but changes in the production house’ schedule showed that it would air sooner in November 2023, and then it didn't. The drama stars Thai actors Jeff Satur and Barcode Tinnasit and Korean actors Dion and Jun In-Kyu (Q) About a spaceship that crash-lands into and destroys a bakery shop. Of course this means the alien and the baker end up living together. At the same time, other aliens-in-hiding all around the city start hunting for them. One of my most anticipated BLs. It sounds SO WEIRD.

Taiwan

First Note Of Love

Was casting 5/2023. About a singer with stage fright and his timid fan

Pray in Love

From SoulChill (the producers of Innocent) the illegitimate son of a mafia family and his policeman boyfriend who's lives get upended when one has an arranged marriage and the other a promotion.

The Only One

Based on a novel Mou Mou from the Your Name Engraved Herein folks, high school set stepbrothers trope!

Wishing Upon The Shooting Stars

Reunion country set romances from director Ryan Jiang: My Tooth Your Love, and WBL.

Thailand

2 Worlds (MaxNat)

Domundi announced parallel worlds love triangle story with MaxNat as the leads (finally!) PuPa & Kram are in love but PuPa is murdered and Kram is pulled into a parallel world. In that place, 12 years ago, Kram & Tai were in love but Kram was killed by Tai's dad. Now Tai encounters the Kram from another world, what will happen next? Is this a second chance or is Kram sill morning his dead lover, and does Tai need to help him get home or convince him to stay?

4 Minutes (BibleBuild)

Be On Cloud announced original story written by Sammon (Manner of Death/Triage) especially for them… described as a ‘bitter’ drama. When asked if there are many love scenes, Bible said yes! It was planned for the 4th quarter of 2023. Didn't happen.

7 Times 4 Days

Arton A Bangkoks The story of ‘Won’ a 27-year-old Korean teacher who travels to Thailand on an exchange program. Stays with his mother’s friend who has an 18 year old high schoolson.They get closer.

Acadex

Star Hunter announced this may bot be bl? The Eclipse + Destiny Seeker + Harry Potter 4 + The CW.

After Sundown (ZeeNew)

Mandee announced for 7/15/2023 Phra Plerng and Rawee enter into an arranged marriage. The two have to solve mysteries according to the scholars’ prophecy, but the twist is, if 6 months passes and their relationship hasn’t progressed, Rawee will have to break the engagement immediately.

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Big Dragon 2 the movie (concludes the series)

Star Hunter announced.

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Boy Never Smiles (KimCop)

Follows the story of a young man who travels to the future. To return, he must make that boy smile.

youtube

Boyy of God

announced for 11/2023 about the lives and loves of a group of Christian boys that play together on a water polo team.

Chiang Mai Adventures From Wayufilm for subscribers only, a travel romance. Aired as a film on YT here.

Cinderella Boys

From Cloth Lab who brought us Restated (which I never watched and never got EngSub).

Close Friend 3 Soju Bomb

sampler pack VIU ? new cast from seasons 1 & 2 group of friends who traveled to Korea with dreams of becoming idols. Unfortunately, they don’t debut, so they invite each other to get drunk before they return to Thailand. during this night, several events transpire that change the course of their friendships

Deep Night

MCOTHD30 was casting this 4/2023

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Flirt Milk

Star Hunter announced this Y-novel adaptation standard pop fodder, but they are cute. One boy accuses another of breaking up his relationship to pursue his gf, but it's not the gf the boy was into.

Friend. Boyfriend

The series depicts Aum and Nack who are best friends and co-workers at a bar. Their personalities are very different, one is quiet and caring, the other is a laid back playboy. Mew is a newly recruited staff member at the bar, he is good looking, talkative and it doesn’t take long for him to grab the attention of Nack. This creates tensions at the workplace as Aum realizes he has more than platonic feelings for Nack, forcing Nack to choose between the two.

Future From Me

Was casting 5/2023 One boy secretly in love with another since middle school.

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Heart by Heart

Half Toast Production adaptation of the y-novel of the same name, the trailers are GOOD. I’m more excited for this one then I thought I'd be. Has a bit of Tasty Florida, bad boy/good boy, high drama going on.

Hot Bamee and Yummy Gyogung

9Cats Studio was to brign us this starring Nutt Witsarut (Daisy from SCOY) as Gyogung & Boat Yongyut (Tim from My Secret Love) as Bamee.

Lost in the Woods

Fifa, a high school student preparing to enter university, is given the duty of taking care of his grandma in the province before the school year starts. There he meets Chief Hem, a forest ranger.

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Love Puzzle AKA Plengrak AKA Pleng Prai Love Puzzle

From KOB Entertainment set in the same universe as Chains of Heart (SIGH). BUT Noh Phouluang is in this so you know I will watch it but it looks like it'll be a hot MESS. A new exchange student has a one night stand on the night of his arrival, turns out the boy is a senior in his new uni department.

Love Syndrome – The Beginning prequel

Tells how the couples from Love Syndrome met originally.

Mystique in the Mirror

Side couple is PitchBank from Golden Blood, authored by Dr. Dr.Patrick Rangsimat (My Ride) interview here.

Nilundon

Announced for 12.29.2023 didn't air. Postponed from 2021 to recast one of the leads, never a good sign.

youtube

Punk Spy

Domundi trying out Tommy (formerly JimmyTommy) to star opposite Thomas Teetut (new talent). OMG are we gona call them TomTom? Please people. Please? Small town romance of two people who keep secrets. And they are searching for the truth. Poppy (everyone’s favorite comedic character actor) is in this one too.

Rule No.1: Don't Be too Emotional

Oxin brings us a Korean novel (by Hwang Seol!) adaptation, freshman realized his senior is hiding dark secrets. Was casting 4/2023

Sunset Vibes

Star Hunter reusing the Big Dragon pair as a one night stand but uh-oh he’s my boss, adapted from a web series! I’m game. Trailer here.

The Chinese Family (working title)

GDH to star Billkin of ITSAY

The D Project (working title)

GDH to star PP Krit of ITSAY

The Internship

This Wayufilm short film was set to premiere in June 2023 on their YouTube Channel. The storyline follows an intern who encounters a ghost at his workplace.

The Outing Series (Max Nattapol & TopTap)

BL sub plot within a story of 3 families that manage a top advertising agency. Anan, Phupha & Taurus take their families & close employees for an annual outing at a resort. There, the dark secrets of 22 people with different views on love and relationships are revealed.

True Moon

Star Hunter to do yet another loosely disguised attempt at the 2 Moon franchise? Trailer here.

Two Worlds (MaxNat)

Lakorn style, Phupha and Khram love each other but later Phupha is murdered. However, something happens and Khram is pulled to a parallel world where, 12 years ago, Khram and Thai were in love. However, Khram was killed by Thai’s dad.

Waterboyy 3 AKA Waterboys (KaownahTurbo)

not a remake. Why do they not cast Est Supha in one of these? That's the real quetion. Ram, a young fisherman from the country after he gets accepted into the most prestigious swimming academy in the country. Ram has a hard time fitting in with the high society students that populate the school because he didn’t grow up in a life of privilege. Luckily he has Q to protect him during these trying times.

Wish Me Luck

Be Brave Entertainment Hub to produce this BL about a boss and his temporary employee in an advertising company, based on Bittersweet's y-novel of the same name สุดที่รักษ์. Starring my boy Fiat (Grean Fictions, SOTUS S, My Gear and Your Gown, Triage) who I’ve been waiting to lead a BL for a decade (it feels like) and Na Naphat (KinnPorsche, UWMA). Trailer here.

Wish You Luck

StudioCommuan Sci Fi dystopian BL about a luck-stealer and an optimistic innocent. Trailer here.

Y-Moment

Mflow consortium piece of some kind.

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Okay that's it. I won't be updating this I don't think, so make sure to comment with any corrections.

#2023 BL #BLs that didn't happen #BLs that never aired #The BL Graveyard #we would morn their passing btu we mostly didn't notice

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chao-thicc-hcs · 9 months

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OKAY HEAR ME OUT

Can you maybe do bonten Mikey,Sanzu,Koko and Rindou with a very touchy or shows love by touch S/O! Please🙏 🧚‍♀️PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE🧚‍♀️

your wish is my command✨

Having a touchy/affectionate s/o!

featuring: bonten!mikey; sanzu; kokonoi; rindou

genre: fluffy fluff

warning(s): mentions of blood and intestines

mikey↷

he's initially reluctant to your touches, and the sudden hugs you gave him shook him to the core

he's not used to such way of bonding with someone. He's unfamiliar with the whole "lovey-dovey" thing

warms up quickly. He yearns for it, he desires it, but is too afraid to admit it vocally, and he just kind of.. returns the favor

hugs you from behind and places his chin on your head

''Y/n, can you touch me like that again, please?" is the most you will ever hear

mikey loves observing the way you get excited when he reciprocates your touch and returns your hugs and kisses

he doesn't remind himself to do anything touchy until you touch his arm or hug him, mainly because he isn't used to physical touch. you always initiate everything, and it hints him to wrap his arm around your shoulder or waist

he might say it is "suffocating" but deep inside he wants more

is the small spoon so he can feel the comfort of your hugs

buys you food as a gratitude for not being afraid of being yourself around him

sometimes he'd come home and pretend to be grumpy, just so he can have an excuse to cuddle you tighter

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Mikey hated to be touched. Absolutely despised the thought of someone being near him or even simply poking him. He even remembered breaking Sanzu's finger because he dared to touch him once when he was a tad bit too excited about a person he murdered.

However, something about you flicked a switch inside of him. Every time you'd wrap your hands around his torso and say his name in a cutesy melody, every time you'd pinch his cheek, nudge his shoulder or even ruffle his already disheveled hair felt as if his stomach was churning and burning with passion.

Much to everyone's surprise, the oh invincible Mikey, head of the most feared organization - Bonten - had a soft spot for his sweet lover, letting her visit his office, bringing her to meetings and even not getting mad at her for interrupting his speech with her sudden cheek kisses. He'd glare at you, but just to appear tough in front of the others, never daring to say anything else.

But oh... Mikey on the inside is a putty. Only you knew how he submitted willingly to your feather touch that soothed his broken soul, making him toss aside all the thoughts plaguing his mind, focusing only on the warm embrace you'd give him when he's alone with you, where he can finally give in and cease pretending he's tough in front of his colleagues.

A faint smile could be seen plastered onto his face whenever you came inside his office for a visit and bring his favorite meal, or even just sit down and keep him company.

-Mikeyyyy~- your chirpy voice could be heard from the very beginning of the large hall you had to pass to reach the room.

In the middle of a meeting, Mikey cracked a small smile that he managed to conceal from his subordinates, shaking his head and sighing. You went inside the room and hopped to his desk, sitting down on his lap with force, making him oof a little.

-I brought you this! A new flavor of taiyaki the store had to offer! I want to see you try them!

-Later, Y/n. I am at a meeting.-Mikey retorted and placed his hand at the small of your back

His subordinates were watching with shock, slack-jawed as the scene unwrapped in front of them.

-Pleasee! I woke up early just to get it fresh for you out of the bakery...-you pouted, holding the taiyaki in your hands

Mikey let out a long, tired sigh and just took the treat, unwrapping it and splitting it in half, giving the other to you.

-Now, quiet, let's finish the meeting.

You nodded and shared the treat with your lover while everyone's eyes were focused on the both of you. The man took his time and resumed what he was talking on about with you on his lap. The rest of the Bonten members, however, couldn't seem to focus on his words, still visibly shook by the way their boss almost appeared vulnerable in front of them.

-If you all ever speak up about this, I will make you eat your intestines like spaghetti bolognese.-he hissed under his breath, earning a light nudge to his shoulder from you.

sanzu↷

sanzu is either super touchy or avoids you all day in the beginning, no in between

even when he tries to avoid your touch, you somehow manage to still find yourself snuggling him

he likes it, but the fucker is weird and awkward and always says shit like "you smell good" and sniff your neck or something

regardless, he doesn't really mind you clinging onto him

as time passes he'd get hella obsessive over you, wanting you by his side at all times

on the days where he doesn't feel touchy, he'd just hold your hand, nothing more

bought you a pillow of his face on days where he had to be gone for longer lmfao

he'd ask you to put lipstick on and leave stains on his cheek, neck and a little on his clothes

speaking of kisses, he'd also want you to place pecks all over his face when he comes back home

he loves it when you lay onto him and just lay on his chest <3

over time, he starts being a bit clingy too, always following you like a pet

brags about you to the others. they're sick of his constant ramblings, but they respect you for taming his horses for a short while so they put up with it

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If Sanzu had the powers to take all the stars down for you - he'd do it.

Instead, he saw them all aligned in your eyes. Looking at the picture of you smiling on his phone, hugging the cat you recently adopted, his heart ached and his legs almost gave up at immense yearning to have you in his arms. And listen as you rant about your day while you squeeze the air out of him.

The messages piled up, he knew you were sleeping, but he couldn't stay still without making sure you were notified how he is. Sitting on top of one of the dead bodies he had to dispose of, the world around him took the role of a poison ivy wrapping around his neck, raising the pressure that was building up from him not being next to you, sleeping peacefully.

....

The door closed. Empty apartment with a breath of fresh air. It was dark, quiet. Sanzu took off his attire and threw it in the laundry basket. He wanted to snuggle next to you as soon as he could, but he didn't want to be dirty.

Lukewarm drops of water fell down his torso and back, relaxing every muscle. Sighing under the sudden feeling of comfort, Sanzu cleaned off every splurt of blood he had left on his body. The shower was quick but refreshing enough, and he didn't bother to completely dry his body or hair before putting on boxers and approaching your shared bedroom.

His arm wrapped around you and caressed your sides gently, making sure you don't wake up. However, you turned around, seeming to have been awake for a while. You put an arm and leg around him, pulling him closer to you, while he let out a sigh.

-Missed you, babygirl.

-Missed you too, hun. Now I am here.. get some rest, I can see you're extremely tired.

He placed gentle and sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone, squeezing you tight against him.

-Night...

-Night..~

izana↷

he will be so stiff in the beginning

his expression will be blank, as if he isn't affected by your touch, and he will blurt out stuff like "why are you being so clingy?"

but the moment you try and pull away he'd grab you and hug you back

"didn't say i don't like it"

he'd let you cling onto him, but most of the time he will not reciprocate it, especially in public

calls you annoying but with a hint of affection in his tone

pats your head a lot

when he comes from work, he'd always lean into your face, expecting you to kiss his cheek

over time he will get used to it, and will start returning touches every time

always has you either on his lap or laying on top of him

his smile doesn't leave his face when you're near him, and he'd often daydream about you when you talk about stuff while hugging him or just by touching him lightly

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You were rummaging through your wardrobe in distress, searching for a certain outfit that you were planning to combine for days. Izana was sitting on the bed with his arms crossed, watching you with a smirk and letting out light chuckles here and there.

-'Zana, help me out here!-you whined out, which only got out another chuckle from your boyfriend

-I told you to fold your clothes properly yesterday. You insisted on lazing with me and here you are, suffering the consequences.

You glared at his shit-eating grin but kept on going. Your eyes lit up when you finally found the clothes you were planning on wearing today. Swiftly, you put on the outfit and spun around.

-Whaddya think?

Izana just kept on staring, smiling as if he saw you for the first time ever. His eyes analyzed your entire figure as you spun around and posed for him. To him, you were like a fresh oil painting - a beautiful creature depersonalizing even the shiniest of background by just mere existence - that he'd never want to look away from. His eyes analyzed your figure, his limbs felt weak. Before he realized it, he was daydreaming, and you found your way plopping onto his lap.

-Zanaaa, are you listening?-you tilted your head to the side, placing your arms on his shoulders

His arms quickly wrapped around your figure, and he laid down his torso on the bed, holding you tight and running his hand up and down your spine.

-You look mesmerizing, my dear. You took my breath away.

His gaze confirmed it all. Izana was lovestruck and he never hid that fact, contrary, he expressed it with pride, making sure you soak up the emotions of sheer adulation intertwined between his words and touches.

-But I prefer what's under it...

You chuckled and kissed his nose, nuzzling it after. -Later, baby, after our date.

koko(nut)↷

loves, loves, LOVES it

he always calls you to sit on his lap during work, because he spends half his time typing on a laptop

he'd take occasional breaks to wrap both his arms around you and squeeze you tightly

nuzzles in your chest all the time

begs for your clinginess in a more subtle manner, like nudging you with his head, poking your side so you feel a ticklish sensation, press his lips against your shoulder and all that

buys you one of those socks with bunny ear magnets that connect when you're near each other so he has an excuse to cling onto you too

challenges you on who will be more affectionate with the other one (you always win)

gets so attached to you that he even sits on the toilet while you shower, spilling tea with you

likes to wrap you like a burrito in a blanket and then hug you

on days when he's feeling lazy, he'd let you lay onto him while letting out all the affection you have for him

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The morning sunlight crept through the curtains of the room, illuminating your soft features as you were soundly asleep. Kokonoi, on the other hand, had already woken up and was admiring the way your face was squished under your palm, his smile not leaving his face.

His hands were caressing your sides, body barely covered from the thin sheets loosely wrapped around your thighs. He pulled your body closer to his by your hips, earning a groan from you as you absentmindedly wrapped your hands around him.

He had to get up, but he didn't want to. Kokonoi wanted to cherish the last remaining minutes he had with you before getting ready for work. His body felt heavy, and he barely even lifted his head up before his torso following.

As he was about to get up from the bed, he felt two hands wrap around his waist. He whipped his head back, just to see you holding him, murmuring something under your sleepy breath.

-Stay...-you whined out, tightening the grip on his waist

Kokonoi giggled, caressing your head and playing with a strand that was right in front of your face. This sight made him want to melt into the mattress and never get up from it with you next to him. He placed a smooch on your cheek, holding his lips on your soft skin for a bit longer.

-Can't, I got work to do, or Mikey will kill me, you know?

-Hmph..-you hummed like a child and turned around, covering your head with the sheet

You felt two hands suddenly pull you closer by your hips, earning another hum from you. Your head turned around to get a glimpse of your lover looking at you with sultry eyes.

-Maybe I can stay for a bit longer, just so my princess gets her ample amount of morning kisses.

You smiled and turned around to face him, cupping his face and commencing a kissy battle with him.

rindou↷

sulky babyboy and i mean it

doesn't like pda, and would often tell you to hold your horses at least when he's outside or with other bonten members

if you insist on being all clingy with him, he still wouldn't push you away, ever. he loathes seeing you upset from not hugging him

rindou yearns for your touch, especially after he's home from a long, tiring day. your arms around him relaxes him in an instant

he'd just sit there, arms crossed while letting you squish his cheeks, kiss his entire face and throw yourself onto him

has tons of videos on his phone of you biting his arms, blurry pictures and videos of you approaching him with your hands open and etc.

enjoys banters, a lot. he'd deffo try and restrain you with his hands while you fight for your life to let yourself go, saying you're being "too clingy and need to be restrained" (Affectionately)

sometimes he'd pretend to wipe off the kisses you give him and will giggle at your offended gasps

he always falls asleep between your thighs first, then proceeds to lazily crawl next to you and hug you

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Your lover couldn't cease the loud laughter coming from his mouth when he managed to annoy you for the third time this afternoon.

You were sulking, arms and legs crossed as you sat on the couch, staring into the TV screen like a toddler who got refused an ice popsicle.

Rindou took his time to calm his laughter down and ease his stomach. The view of you like this made him melt, he found you more than just adorable. You however, had a hard time sharing such feelings.

You wanted to cuddle him, and practically latched onto him like a leech, but he had other plans for today. He annoyed the shit out of you with sly remarks and even trying to jokingly push you away, which didn't earn a pleasant reaction from you.

After some time, he approached the couch and placed his head onto your lap, still grinning like an idiot while looking up at you.

-Aw c'mon, don't be sulky, Y/n. I was joking. -he said in between his giggles

You let out a "humph" and turned your head around, trying to scoot away a little so his head plops onto the couch. Rin sat properly on the couch and placed you to sit in between his legs, kissing your neck.

-...your jokes aren't funny, Rin. Apologize to me now, or I won't hug you today.

He rolled his eyes at this, but he couldn't deny that he'd rather sink in a pile of horse shit than deprive himself from your hugs because of his stubbornness.

-I'm sorry, baby. You know I love you and your hugs, right? -he spoke softly, nuzzling his head in your neck

-I know you do, so who am I to deprive you from them? -you chuckled, caressing his cheek

©chao-thicc-hcs; reblogs are deeply appreciated

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rogersideup · 11 months

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Nice to be Kneaded

The Brewing Storm

Series Masterlist

Previous Part: Beautifully Natured Next Part: Doomsday

Word Count: 6,021

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.

The kitchen was quiet and you felt content, and oddly not in a rush unlike most of the time you spent in the bakery. Alone or with a whole team of your staff scrambling to keep the front cases full, it seemed like there was always more than one person, oven, or order that needed your attention at once.

But you finally got a chance to pace yourself well today, and with your favorite calming playlist filling the quiet spaces over the intercom speakers, one oven preheating and the other baking one of the two new recipes you wanted to test to introduce as a fall flavor, you felt... relaxed.

Steve quietly sat in the corner at a decorating table with a sketch pad and a pencil, you warned him today would be a relatively boring day for him to hang around the shop, but he still claimed all he wanted to do was spend time with you. But the entire storefront and kitchen was squeaky clean from head to toe, every ingredient was well stocked, every supply was well organized, and nothing needed to be fixed so he entertained himself.

You made him a latte, got him comfortable, then he let you work. Luckily for him, you needed all the opinions you could get on some pumpkin spice cookies and pecan cinnamon rolls. He sat patiently, sipping away occasionally while focusing on his drawing in front of him.

All while you let the smell of heavenly cinnamon, pumpkin, nutmeg, ginger and clove filled the whole bakery. It only got stronger with every moment you opened the oven to rotate the cookies to get them evenly baked.

Steve wanted to complain, he wanted to tell you his watering mouth and grumbling stomach was all your fault, but he knew better. He knew the second you could manage it, there would be a warm cookie and another fresh piping hot latte in front of him. That was one of your favorite advantages of the serum you learned about in your time with Steve. You could pump him up with as much coffee as he wanted to drink and it didn't even matter, the caffeine did absolutely nothing to effect his body.

Besides, he needed something to draw and you were the perfect subject. How could you not be? With the sleeves of your sweater rolled up, your apron ties going around your back and tied in a cute little bow, and the strand of hair that had fallen out of your bun as your rolled out your perfectly pillowy cinnamon roll dough, you were just asking to be drawn onto paper. If he did anything to pull your attention away from the task in front of you, he might not have been able to completely capture how beautiful you were in that moment. Especially in that moment when you didn't even have to try, just your natural state was so captivating.

You never caught him staring at you. Not even after your dough was shaped into a perfect rectangle, not when you spread on the cinnamon brown sugar filling, not when you rolled it up and cut out each bun. He tried really hard to capture how you had a subtle little smile on your face after each roll was sliced and had a perfect swirl.

Once he had everything he needed on paper, he focused on shading and adding tiny details into your figure, even added a few more models of just your head on the page next to it when he realized how many faces you make while working. Raised eyebrows when the oven timer alarms, furrowed eyebrows when reading the recipe over, then wide eyed when you add an ingredient to a bowl, panic, then read the recipe one more time just to make sure.

The cookies had baked to perfection, so you pulled them out of the oven and put the tray on the cooking rack before wrapping your cute little rolls in plastic wrap for one final rise before they could bake.

You grabbed the sanitizer rag to clean up your workspace before addressing Steve without even looking up at him. "I can feel you staring."

"You have no proof, you haven't looked at me once." Steve challenged.

"How do you know I haven't looked at you?" You challenged back, grin on your face and heat rising to your cheeks.

"The avengers could use an interrogator..." He mumbled.

Once your counter was squeaky clean, you looked up at him, and he was looking down at his sketchbook. His pencil moved quickly on the page but you could tell his skillful hands had control over what it was doing.

"Whatcha drawing over there?" You asked.

Steve looked up at you through his eyelashes, looked back down at his sketchbook, then raised it up coyly. "This page is called 'I like the way she rolls'"

You squinted your eyes to see it just a little clearer from across the kitchen, and when you realized each little forms on the page was you at different stages of baking the cinnamon rolls, you were sure you turned beet red. He was so talented, there was no denying it, but whenever he showed you drawings he did of you, your entire brain would completely shut down. You didn't know how to react, but you were always very flattered.

He laughed at your blushing cheeks and the way your mouth hung open for just a second before snapping shut again. You shook your head at his laughter, then his your face in your hands and screeched like a teenage girl. "Why are you doing this to me?!"

"Oh come on" Steve laughed. "A beautiful thing like you is just begging to be turned into art. How could I let such an adorable subject go to waste?"

"You're very talented, Honey." Is all you could get out.

"And you're the cutest thing I've ever seen" He reciprocated. "Plus, if I have to up and leave tomorrow, I'd be damned if I didn't soak up every detail I could about the little things! Like I definitely need to remember how you stick your little tongue out when you cut through the roll or else I'd absolutely whither away without you."

Your smile turned sad at that statement, "well it doesn't matter cause you're never leaving me."

"No?" He questioned.

"No. You're actually in a hostage situation now." You informed him, grabbing a warm cookie from the tray and walking it over to him.

"I think I'm experiencing Stockholm Syndrome" He smiled as you set the cookie down in-front of him.

Your arms engulfed him from behind, and you littered the top of his head in a handful of kisses.

"I really didn't want to remind myself of that today" You admitted.

"I'm sorry" He sighed, his hands found your forearms and squeezed them gently. "I think about it a lot, I just really try to soak up every moment with you. Even days like today where you think you're boring me to death make me happy, and I really enjoy it nonetheless."

"I love it too" You squeezed him. "Now will you draw me a picture of you drawing a picture of me?"

"Seems a little challenging" He giggled.

"Well luckily for me you're just the kind've guy who likes to take on a challenge" You pat his head and walked away before giving him an opportunity to opt out.

While you continued working, he did actually draw you exactly what you wanted. It made you light up with the biggest smile and declare that you'd cherish it forever. Then, when all was said and done and you got back to your house that night, it ended up tacked onto your bedroom wall like a teenager with a poster ripped out of Tiger Beat magazine.

You also declared that you'd get a frame for it the next time you went to the store, but for now you didn't want to miss a single moment of the masterpiece hanging on your wall. It's home would be next to the first painting he made for you which has been cherished and loved since the second it entered your home.

The two of you laid in bed together that night, and Steve kept his eyes fixed on the pieces of his art on your wall. It made him smile every time he thought about how you treated everything he made like it was fine art, as if his work would be worth something one day. You cherished it even if it was just a little doodle on a sticky note that he was anxiously fidgeting with, or a painting he had spent countless hours on.

Oddly enough, that very painting kept him up late that night. Though the room was dark, his heightened vision allowed him to see it, and for some reason it just reminded him of how it would be there in your house a lot longer than he would. One day he would be nothing but a distant memory, and you pass by it without a second glance.

Maybe he'd be in a cell, or maybe he'd have to go save the world. Something could happen to him, anything could happen to him, there were so many circumstances in which he'd have to go and the universe would stop him from finding his way back to you.

You slept so peacefully right next to him, one hand gently holding onto his upper arm just so your subconscious knew he was still there. As odd as it sounds, he had to rip his eyes away from the art just to sneak in some time to look at you.

Steve turned onto his side, accidentally knocking your hand off of him in the process causing your cute little face to scrunch up before your foot found his leg and you relaxed again. He hoped that when the time came you'd be able to smoothly transition back into the life you lived before you knew him. Fiercely independent- living life for yourself, lifting the heavy bags, reaching the top shelves by climbing on chairs, and sleeping in empty beds.

The thought of you having to navigate life after he left made his heart ache. He knew that he would be a wreck, but sweet little you doing so much on your own was too much to bare. You had always put on a brave face for him, but he knew you would be sad when all was said and done.

Taking the risk of waking you up, he pulled you closer to him and wrapped your arms around you. Your little face nestled right into his chest, and your arm flung over his side to keep him close too.

Steve did eventually fall asleep somewhere between self pity and reminding himself to take it one breath at a time, but that path only led to the same nightmares that turned him nocturnal when his feet first landed in Greenwood.

Unfortunately, he had good nights and bad nights written right back into his routine after escaping the guilt ridden nightmares for awhile. The good nights went unspoken, and the bad ones were never forced into conversations.

If he didn't want to talk about it, you never made him, but you both knew it was happening. There were nights where you'd wake up to him tossing and turning, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling completely frustrated that he couldn't sleep and when he did it was littered with anxious interruptions. Sometimes you'd wake up shivering, huddled up so close to Steve for warmth but his big body couldn't cover all of yours and shield you from the cold autumn air after he had kicked off all the blankets in his sleep. Other times it was a little more dramatic, he'd mumble, gently kick and punch, his heart would race so fast you could see his pulse through his skin. You'd find ways to delicately pull him back to reality, and he'd wake up with a gasp before frantically looking around then hiding his face in his big hands.

When he was awake and well aware that he was at one of your homes, safe and sound as could be, you tried your best to make it better. There were more than a handful of long nights spent with the soldier laying face down on top of you, his hips slotted between your legs and his face hiding away from the world in the crook of your neck.

You'd happily play with his hair, and calm your breathing down to a slow and steady pace to try and get him to match it. Other times he needed a cold glass of water to snap him back into reality, and some space to process every evil trick his brain had played on him. Of course you'd never take offense to that, and if he was staying at your house you would make sure he got settled in on the couch with a soft blanket and anything he could possibly need. He always found his way back to bed after about an hour.

Whenever he calmed down from a nightmare, especially one he had accidentally woken you up with, you could tell he felt guilty about it just by the way he'd make sure you were tucked in nice and snug before scooping you into his arms and peppering your face in gentle kisses. Then in exchange, you'd be the one falling asleep to head scratches and undivided attention.

When the morning came on the tough nights, you'd ask him once if he was alright just to reiterate the sentiment that you really did genuinely care about his well being, but never twice if he seemed like he really didn't want to talk about it.

It's not that he was closed off or emotionally distant, it's just that he was experiencing the exact same nightmares over and over again. You had heard about every single one of them in rotation.

Him being woken up to a swat team surrounding him with weapons pointed at him in every direction, a plane crash, but more specifically, the plane crash, slowly dying in a battle field, Bucky falling from the train.

He just physically couldn't get himself to talk about the reoccurring events, he had already said everything that needed to be said, expressed his feelings on each one, and anything beyond that was just too much. You shouldn't have to hear about the intricacies of his trauma on a daily basis just because he couldn't sleep, nobody should. Besides, you had already done so much for his psyche by just being there.

Most of the nights he spent with you had been far more pleasant than nights on his own, and in the event a nightmare did occur with you by his side, they were far less vivid and way less gruesome. He even made it a point to let you know that you were always the key to the most relaxed state of mind he could have, and you made it a point to make sure the two of you slept in the same bed as often as physically possible.

The two of you also tried so many different things to try and keep the stress at bay before bed. No phones, absolutely no TV, and no consuming news. Most nights now was just the two of you having pleasant conversation and laughing until you couldn't breathe, solving puzzles and playing board games, cups of tea with full bellies, and getting your daily cardio in the form of your bodies tangled in the sheets.

It was nice, and simple. This new routine forced you even closer to him than you were before, it was a connection you had only dreamed of since being a little girl. Your night and shining armor, sweeping you off your feet with complete disregard to the jig-saw pieces he had knocked off the coffee table just to slow dance with you to the sound of a slow song that seeped out of the record player in his living room.

Every night you fell asleep completely relaxed, with a big smile on your face that only faded away alongside your consciousness. It seemed to be working for him too, as there was a few week long break from any nightmares at all.

Then, shit hit the biggest fan of them all. It just so happened that on this specific night, you had a lot going on. A huge order needed to go out, so you and your team stayed way passed closing to ensure a happy client. You had a 13 hour work day on your feet, then got home around 6pm to your mom who was staying with you for the night. She was on a road trip and passing straight through Greenwood and you offered to host her for the night so she could have a comfortable stay and a nice break from driving across the country. It even provided her a good opportunity to visit the bakery once more.

Your past and future relationships were a touchy subject for your mom, and Steve knew damn well his very existence alone was a touchy subject as well, so he kept himself company for the night. He stood in the living room, painting away at his easel for hours. The colors, textures, and shapes kept him occupied for what felt like forever, the same record the two of you often danced to was spinning on the player not even 5 feet from him. Every once and a while, his eyes would drift over to his dining room window, it faced your living room window and he could see the silhouette of you and your mom enjoying your time together through the sheer curtains. He could tell when you were laughing or invested in conversation just by your posture.

You must've had the same idea as him, because a glimmer of light caught his eye, and his head looked back over to his open window. The silhouettes were gone, but replaced by just you- poking your body through the curtains and waiting for his attention. A smile smeared across his face when he saw you, so you waved and blew him a kiss. His big blue eyes softened, and he blew a kiss right back.

Your body disappeared, assuming in attempts to not get caught by your mom blowing a kiss to the boy across the street as if you were back in high school again. All the lights in your house eventually turned off, but his stayed on for a while, keen on continuing his painting.

Relaxed, calm, happy. He even made himself a cup of tea the same way you would make it for him if you were here. No more phone, no more TV, just him and his canvas. An hour later, his mind was pulled from his relaxed state and was overcome with a sense of impending doom. It made the floor open up below him and swallow him whole, it made him drop his paintbrush onto the floor, his hands were so shaky he could barely pick it up again.

The feeling washed over him so suddenly, he couldn't wrap his head around what was happening to him. At first he thought he could've been having a heart attack, maybe a lung collapsed as the inability to breathe started to settle in. His whole body got hot, numbness set in the tips of his fingers and his toes as his legs wobbled with every stride over to the couch.

With no control on the way down, he practically fell onto it. Laying on his back he clutched his chest, trying his absolute hardest to get any amount of oxygen to his lungs regardless of his inability to breathe a regulated breath and calm his heart down enough to get a regular rhythm back.

Seriously convinced that he was having a medical emergency, he kept looking over at his phone all the way over by his easel, and his burner phone strictly for the Avengers all the way over on the dining table.

The more he was able to wrap his head around who he should even call, the more he realized 911 was guaranteed life in a cell, and you were exhausted. He knew you were exhausted. He would've literally rather died right there on the couch than wake you up and make you sneak out of your own house when you had already spread yourself so thin for other people.

So instead of seeking help, he submitted to whatever fate had planned for him. Still trying to breathe, trying to wrap his head around why he was profusely hot and starting to sweat, occasionally wiggling his fingers and toes trying to remind his brain they were still there regardless of his inability to feel them.

He didn't even know how long he stayed there as his stomach churned the uneasy feeling of impending demise and his own mind felt as if it had floated away from his body. But the record stoped spinning and the needle returned to its rightful place a while ago, and somewhere in that time he had ripped off his shirt and kicked off his pants. He was simply too hot and the fabric made him feel even more suffocated.

His heart eventually calmed and his lungs filled back up with air, intrusive yawns came at him quickly as big waves of sleepiness washed over him. Though he managed to pass out on the couch, the rest of the night was far from easy.

Nightmares were an understatement, each one was a true terror- each one had him crying before he even woke up. It was like the universe was taunting him as each dream was new.

One night felt like it had gone on for two whole days, and by the time the sun started rising he was both physically and mentally exhausted. His muscles were sore from being so tense, his sinuses hurt underneath his face, his jaw was clenched so tight that even his teeth hurt, and he had cried so much even in his sleep that he couldn't shed one more tear even if he tried.

It was worse than any battlefield he had ever been on, and he was sure to feel that long after he would manage to get some actual sleep, which only came when the sun peaked out just enough to eliminate most of the darkness in the sky.

That was just about the time you helped your mom pack up her car and sent her back on the road for one more day of driving before she reached her destination. You decided to sneak into Steve's house for some morning cuddles after a night without him before you had to leave for work in the afternoon.

After going through the side gate and unlocking the back door with the key he gave you, what you were met with inside broke your heart and told you everything you needed to know about how his night was.

There was paint dried to the floor by the easel, empty cups of water around the coffee table, his clothes haphazardly sprayed across the living room, he was curled up in a ball and shivering. The closer you got the more you could see the goosebumps raised across the entirety of his body, and details of his red swollen eyes and nose and cute little tear stained cheeks.

You were completely unsure if you should wake him up just to let him know you were there, or risk him waking up frightened that someone else was in the house with him. No matter what, it seemed as though he needed some love and a bit of comfort, so you did what your heart was telling you to do.

Quietly making your way upstairs to his bedroom, you stole the comforter right off his bed then headed back down. You carefully tossed it over his body before squatting down next to the couch, and tucking away all of the gorgeous strands of hair that flopped over onto his beautiful face.

He looked so cute even like this, bed head, a little sad pout, and his grown out beard going in a sorts of crazy directions before he brushed it all downwards every morning.

Your hand slid down to his shoulder that you gently squeezed and shook before he sucked in a big breath and slowly opened his eyes. He was almost too exhausted to process why you were there or the sympathetic look smeared across your face, but he wasn't too exhausted to feel so much relief upon seeing you.

He got a fistful of the comforter you covered him with before pulling it around himself tighter for more warmth, and hiding his face in it to spare himself from any drop of internalized embarrassment.

"My sweet baby" You cooed, fingers finding his hair once more. "You should've called me."

A verbal response wasn't something he felt capable of at the moment, all he could get himself to do was nestle his head into your hand just trying to feel you closer. You got the hint and laid down next to him, invading his personal space.

His arms wrapped around your waist and he laid onto his back, scooping you over so you would be right on top of him. Belly to belly, chest to chest, the pressure your body weight added on top of him was grounding. Holding you in his arms and having his face peppered in gentle kisses was healing in ways he didn't know he needed.

You warmed him up and eased his mind, you were all that had been missing in the past twelve miserable hours.

Propping yourself up a bit, you were able to get his cheeks in the palm of your hands. Your thumbs caressed gentle stripes across his cheeks and towards his nose, then you gently pressed a kiss right to the tip of it.

He couldn't keep his eyes open, and just being this close to him made you feel like you could vicariously feel his exhaustion. His hands slipped up the back of your shirt just to feel your bare skin on his fingertips, and the more you looked at him the more heart broken you became.

He hadn't done as much as spoken a single word, but you could tell the agony he was in. Nobody deserved the way the world had chewed him up and spit him out. The government constantly told him he wasn't enough, yet heavily relied on him to keep the country much less the entire world safe, then pointing fingers and calling him a criminal for protecting the people.

As much as you loved him and as much as it would pain you to see him go, the pain you'd feel could only be a fraction of how he felt on a daily basis being stuck in Greenwood.

Even amidst tender moments like these, he reminded you of a wild bird in a cage. You could feed him and care for him, sing and dance to make him happy, make his home as happy as could be, filling it with shiny little toys to keep him occupied, but as long as he wasn't soaring in the sky and living in his concrete jungle, he could never truly be happy.

Maybe the mere thought of the caged bird alone was sadder than you'd feel if you opened the cage door and watched it fly away. Walking by an empty cage every day would be disheartening, but knowing the bird was flying free and living its life to the fullest potential would make up for every ounce of sorrow.

Though you quite literally had no way of even opening that cage door in the first place, you knew you had to at least try to look for the keys. You had to try anything you could to make this better.

It seemed like the two of you were starting to fully realize that your borrowed time was running short, each second was spread out thinner and thinner.

So you got comfortable, and held him as if it could be the very last time. You made peace with saying goodbye to him as you matched your breathing, and hoped with your whole heart that he could rebuild the life he deserved as your heartbeats synced in rhythm.

Just when you thought the two of you couldn't get any closer, he tightened his grip once more.

"M'so happy you're here, sunflower" He mumbled, each syllable barely separating on his tongue and his voice was deeply raspy from what you assumed was exhaustion and crying.

"I'm sorry you had a rough night." You genuinely apologized. "You're safe here, honey.

He gently nodded in acknowledgment. If he had the words, he'd remind you that he always felt safe in your company. "So sleepy"

"Sleep as long as you need, I'll be right here."

He drifted off and finally got the proper rest his mind needed, thankful to be having sweet dreams this time. When he woke up again, you were still there just as promised. Just the sight of your cheek smooshed against his bare shoulder pulled a very real and very genuine smile out of him.

When he was ready, the two of you sat up and had a long conversation about what happened last night. You sat facing him, one leg crossed and the other thrown across his thighs. He could tell you listened intently as your eyes never stopped looking at his and your hand never stopped drawing hearts into his forearm.

As he explained how he felt, you could read between the lines of his words. He had a sudden panic attack, followed by a night of uncontrollable anxiety. The more he honed in on his emotions, the more your heart and values aligned.

"I feel crazy saying this," Steve paused with a sigh. "It feels like the world shifted last night when it all first started. It's like I already know what's going to happen."

"What do you think is going to happen?" You questioned, sliding your hand down his arm and piecing your fingers together.

"You know when really dark and scary clouds start to roll in and you can tell it's going to turn into a thunderstorm? The air feels different, you can feel the static in your joints?" He contextualized.

You nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"There's someone- something out there right now gearing up to do something bad. But worse than bad, catastrophic. This isn't going to end by me leaving Greenwood by choice, I think... a war is incoming. But not a small one, I'm talking the whole world"

You tried to remain calm and not let his words seep into your mind and create panic, you even tried to hide the fear on your face. "Why do you think that?"

"I sound insane." He shook his head in frustration. It was evident he thought your questions were patronizing but that really wasn't the case.

"No you don't, baby, I believe you." You reassured him. "I'm just really trying to understand what you're going through."

"Last night, when it all hit me it felt like a storm brewing. The air is different, I can feel it running through my body. I was having dreams all night about the tesseract, in each one it was completely destroyed and the stone inside of it would go missing in mysterious circumstances." He sucked in a shaky breath.

"Do you think it has to do with Loki?" Your thumb smoothed over the skin on the back of his hand.

"At first I thought so, but then I had dreams of Vision."

"Vision is the Ultron guy?" You asked, making sure you had all your facts straight. Trying to sort through all of these events as a civilian was far more confusing that Steve probably understood.

"Yeah, Tony and Bruce's Android. In each one he died and when I found him, there was always a hole ripped in his head where the mind stone is supposed to be." He continued explaining. "I don't think it's Loki or Vision or any single one us. It's something bigger, maybe from a whole different world."

"Is there anyway you can warn anybody else about this? Maybe talk to Sam or Nat to see if they've felt it too?"

"I've been wanting to talk to them, I've been missing them a lot recently." He agreed. "And I'm sorry, I'm really not trying to scare you. It's just that every time since taking on this role and I've felt like I needed to be doing more, I was right in some way or another. It's really difficult to feel stuck here when everything in my brain is screaming at me to do something."

"I know, Honey." You cooed. "I know you feel like you can't do anything to help the situation in the grand scale of things right now, but what if we start laying down the groundwork here?"

"Like what?"

"Make a plan. That's what you're best known for right?" You poked him right in the middle of his chest, a little grin on your face. "Let's figure out what your grand exit of Greenwood is going to look like, what I'm supposed to say to the neighbors and your landlord in your absence. You can try and get in contact with any of the Avengers willing to listen. Anything you can do right now to start untangling this whole situation right here from home."

"Are you sure you aren't Captain America?" Steve asked, cocking his head to the side. He already felt better as your suggestions rolled off your tongue. It was as if you took the reigns and placed them in his palms.

"I mean... no one has ever seen me in the same room as Captain America" You shrugged, raising an eyebrow.

Steve giggled and let out a sigh. He could still see some residual worry in your eyes. "You know that no matter what happens, I'll fight tirelessly to make sure you stay safe" he squeezed you hand.

"The scariest part about this for me is that I do believe you." You admitted. "I guess if this is the end of the world, there's no one better to be out there protecting us all than Steve Rogers."

"It's not the end of the world" Steve stressed. "I know a lot of people who would never let that happen."

"But just in case it is, I'll be your cheerleader until the very end." You grinned.

Steve reached up and delicately cupped your cheek, pulling you in for a long, sweet kiss.

"I could only hope I'll keep you as safe as you keep me." Steve spoke against your lips.

A few hours of couch snuggles later, you had to peel yourself away to go to work. Once the employees were gone and the doors were locked, Steve made his way back to the corner and drew more pictures for both you and him to keep for a rainy day when the future separation felt too grand.

This time while you typed away at the computer responding to inquiry emails, a piece of paper was slid onto the desk next to your keyboard.

It was of you and him this morning, a little 3 part cartoon. The first one was him sleeping with a sad pout on his face. The second was you getting under the blanket with him, a loving look on your face and an alert look on his. And the third was you two cuddled up together, both of your eyes closed with content smiles with little hearts coming out of his head.

The title at the top of the page; calm before the storm

Next Part: Doomsday

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Hi 👋🏻 I really loved the hwoarang x baker reader (I'm another anon, btw) & I was wondering if I could request a part 2? Like maybe they get together after a few months and reader meets Baek later on?

hwoarang bakery meetcute pt 2 is here! 🍞❤️

(read pt 1 here)

As promised, Hwoarang shows up at your bakery’s doorstep the very next day, on the same sleepless hour when your shift is just about to begin. Though the sign firmly says Closed, he knows to let himself in. From the kitchen, you hear his sauntering steps across the shop floor.

“Hey.” Hwoarang leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and biceps in full view. “Excited to see me?” he asks with a devious little grin.

You smile back at him in a simple greeting, and pull a huge tray of bread pudding from the oven. “Good—you came at just the right time. I hope you’re hungry, ‘cos I might have baked too many portions.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Hwoarang says, and goes to join you at the worktable. That’s when you notice him lugging a plastic bag filled with an array of bottled drinks—canned coffee, bottled tea, organic juice cartons and vitamin water.

“I didn’t know what you liked to drink,” he says, “so I got a whole bunch.”

You blink down at the bounty of drinks, then look back up to Hwoarang’s expectant gaze. He’d obviously been looking forward to this just as much as you have. You wonder if that initial excitement would fade over time, if he’d grow tired of eating bread, or if the novelty of an unusual bakery experience would gradually wear out.

Sure enough, though, Hwoarang returns the next day. And the next, and the next. He comes by at least five days a week for the whole month, then keeps coming back without fail. Rarely, he’d show up later in the morning, when the shop has opened officially and the work has fully occupied you. He’d buy some dinner rolls off the shelf like a regular customer, then quietly leave your favorite drink at a corner of your workstation. Another time, he’d be missing for the whole day only to show up five minutes before closing, squeaking past the door just to catch a glimpse of your face.

Three months into your little arrangement, you happen to pass by the bakery on your day off. Rain falls in a gentle shower, soaking the street. You find Hwoarang sitting hunched at the storefront, listless under the rain.

“Hwoarang?”

Looking closer, you spot the fresh bruise on his cheek, and the small cut by the corner of his lip. He has a mean glare to his face, like a stray that could bite at any time.

You kneel close in front of him, holding the umbrella over your heads. With your free hand, you slowly cup his cheek, tilting his head upwards to see better. His eyes close from your soft touch.

“It was a stupid fight. Wasn’t even worth shit. I still won though,” Hwoarang mutters hoarsely.

“I know you did. You’re strong.”

At that, he finally cracks a tiny smile. “Nothing fazes you at all, huh?”

“Nope,” you say, never missing a beat.

“Not even the scary delinquent who comes over to steal bread every day?”

“Hey, you pay up, don’t you?” Because the tip jar was always full to the brim ever since Hwoarang started coming by. You smooth out the front of his dobok, your fingers gliding over the sculpted muscle underneath.

“My house isn’t too far from here,” you say, hand over his beating heart. “How about you come over and get yourself cleaned up? It’d be terrible if you caught a cold in this rain.”

“Yeah.” Hwoarang puts his own large hand over yours, his eyes opening to you with a new intensity, hot and smoldering like a fire. “Yeah. That’d be nice.”

In another month, Hwoarang starts walking the short distance with you from home to the bakery. Under the dim streetlight, he pulls up the shutters to the store and carries the huge flour bags in for you. In the kitchen, he steals a kiss from you afterwards, pulling you in close by the waist and savoring the taste of your lips, while your hands slide up his nape, fingers in his hair, and his tongue presses into your mouth—

The shop bell rings as the front door swings open.

Hwoarang grumbles as he releases you. You instantly miss the heat of his embrace, but you’re not too disappointed. Today’s a special occasion, after all.

Today, you prepare fresh-baked pastries, sandwiches, and coffee for three people, instead of two.

“Hello there.” Baek Doo-san appears at the doorway, led by Hwoarang. “Thank you for the generous invite,” Baek says with a tip of his hat. “It’s good to finally meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine,” you respond in kind. “Please, have a seat.”

Baek accepts gratefully, and you all sit around the worktable in the quiet hour, Hwoarang at your side, and Baek across from you. It is peaceful, for the most part, until Baek begins his teasing.

“So this is why you’ve been in such a good mood,” he says, coffee mug in hand. “I can’t believe someone could actually rein in that bad attitude of yours. I haven’t ever seen you this well-behaved in years!”

Hwoarang attempts to kick Baek under the table. Baek swiftly dodges with a chuckle.

“I’m a good boy, aren’t I?” Hwoarang turns to you, winking devilishly. You almost kiss him right then and there. You reach up to pick a crumb from his chin.

“So when’s the wedding?” Baek asks.

Hwoarang flushes and nearly chokes. You burst into laughter, combining forces with Baek to tease Hwoarang into oblivion. The lively energy fills the room, and Hwoarang ends up laughing along with you. Under the table, you feel his hand wrap around yours, fingers intertwined.

#tekken #hwoarang #x reader #tekken fic #tekken fanfic #and want to say that i appreciate all the likes mentions tags and comments<3 #gosh i sure hope there isnt a typo up there

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g0thnico · 5 months

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My first time trying to write something in English. (Maybe there will be a sequel

Synopsis: Will and Nico work in the same bakery and for months they observed a very handsome guy who always asked for cappuccino or some sweet, they were both interested in the man, but only one could have him

Hope you guys like it:

(Prologue)

"I want to ask him out on a date," Will grumbled, trying to take my eyes off the green-eyed beauty that appeared at the same time every week.

"Do it." It was Nico's response, who seemed more interested in organizing orders on the computer.

"If he rejects me?"

The already annoyed man took his hand off the mouse and turned to his annoying coworker: "If you haven't noticed, I don't care."

"but-"

"Leave me alone, William." He said it in a low enough tone that it still seemed like a friendly conversation, and his boss didn't have to check on them. "You have tables to wait on."

Disappointed, Will just sighed and was about to forget about it. Well, he would be doing that if the note he received didn't have the name of his favorite client written on it. What did he have to lose if he took advantage of this opportunity?

With a medium cup of cappuccino, He walked to the table at the very back of the establishment and tried to calm his heart, which was beating a thousand times. The closer he got, the more he tried to avoid noticing how handsome the man was. Blue-green eyes, like the ocean, and black hair with a white streak marking the center of his forehead; his skin was tanned brown; normally he appeared in baggy clothes that didn't give space to imagine his body, but today he wore a tighter shirt.

"Hello?" Will finally noticed that he had been calling for a while, as he stood there staring at him for a long time. "Are you okay?"

Blushing, he apologized, placing the cappuccino on his table.

After this shameful interaction, Will was about to give up on anything and go back to his work, but he was interrupted by the voice that blessed his mornings.

"Hey, your name is Will, right?" He turned away immediately, ignoring his duty to deliver more orders and Nico's judgmental gaze from across the bakery.

"I— yes, that's my name." He tried to act as naturally as possible, even though at this very moment he was nervously twirling curls of hair around his finger. "How do you know?"

"Your badge." Now feeling stupid, Will laughed awkwardly, hoping it would distract him. "Sorry to disturb your work. But..."

At that moment, his heart raced, he noticed Percy's nervousness and how he was struggling to say that. Will's chest was throbbing hard, his legs were shaking, and he could feel the shiver going down to the back of his nape when the words were spoken:

"Is the guy at the counter single?"

It's not like he was putting a lot of hope into it... Okay, he was. But I didn't expect the disappointment to be so great. Maybe if it wasn't Nico in whom Percy was interested. Like, it's Nico! He is surly, dark, antisocial and certainly unfriendly. It's not fair, it's just—

"... But if he doesn't like guys, that's okay, I just thought..." Now noticing that he was still mumbling, Will sighed until he responded:

"I don't know if he likes people." He responded without the previous complacency. "But he's definitely single."

"Oh. Thanks." As angry as he was, he couldn't help but melt when he saw that bright smile in his direction. It was with flushed cheeks and furrowed eyebrows that he returned to pick up more orders.

"So?" It was the only thing he heard from Nico as soon as he arrived at the counter.

"I thought you weren't interested." He responded angrily.

"You're making a funny face" Despite the indifference in his voice, curiosity was visible on his face.

"He wants to know if you are single. Happy?" Will expect a sarcastic response or a mean comment about it. But unlike his expectations, what he received was silence and some stuttering before speaking:

"Are you serious? Like, in a good way? Or in a bad way?"

"There is no bad sense! He's flirting with you!" This came out a little louder than it should have, so it wasn't surprising when silence reigned and the blonde was being stared at by half a dozen people.

"Do you think I have a chance?" When those black eyes that could swallow your soul shined with hope and that sickly pale skin took on a natural blush, it was the final straw for Will.

"I don't fucking care. Go to work."

#nico di angelo #percy jackson #percico #solackson #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #Fanfic #Nico barker #Will barker

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anotherbluesunday · 11 months

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✨Violet Midnight Ch. 14 Release✨

I closed my eyes and remembered his face. His eyes like the sky after a storm--cool and kind. Curls combed back like they were when we first met at grandma Imelda's bakery all those years ago. Donovan's skin kissed by the Mediterranean sun.

"Moon River" was playing on the stereo when he came barreling in. So young and handsome and hopelessly lost, he hardly knew a word in Spanish or where he was--the worry concealed behind wide doe eyes that shimmered like the sea. His curls fell onto his brow as he attempted contact. I can still see it now, Donovan in his linen shorts and white button down that had been hastily tucked into his waistline.

Grandma Imelda clicked her tongue at me as she emerged from the back kitchen where she had been preparing the dough for tomorrow's batch of bread. It was only a moment before she was as befuddled and amused as I was. But grandmother had a soft spot for dashing male damsels in distress. Smacking my shoulder with the back of her hand she told me not to make the poor boy suffer any longer. So straightening my posture I took the map from Donovan's hands and told him in English that his hostel was on the other side of town.

"Francoise Sylvenne." Extending my hand to him, my heart leapt when he took mine in his; it warm and strong with callouses on his fingertips.

"Donovan Galpin."

Donovan... The name suited him.

"Is this your shop?" Donovan asked somewhat awkwardly--our hands still joined as he looked around in gesture as if to punctuate his point.

I shook my head. "It's my grandmothers. I only work here during the summer. Then I go back to Sorbonne for school."

"What are you studying?" he said almost immediately only to fumble seconds later as he remembered his manners. "S-Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude or intrusive. I didn't mean anything by--"

"Music."

"Music?" Donovan echoed, face still flustered and worried.

"Mhm," I hummed. "Music composition and theory."

Emboldened by the fact that he had yet to release my hand I took a chance on this feeling I had.

"My shift ends in a quarter hour," I informed him casually hoping he would catch the encrypted tone of my voice. "If you wait until then I can show you to your hostel."

The boy was as smart as he was handsome because his eyes sparked and cheeks dimpled. "I'd like that."

Donovan, my darling. My tall, tan, and charming boy from the Carolinas, I still remember our first date. It wasn't supposed to be one. That's what you told me when I innocently teased you for how nice you looked in your dark jeans and button down. I wore my favorite red dress that night with the straps that you diligently slid back up my shoulders. You would later slip them off with kisses to my neck and chest that night when we returned to your room. I still remember the electric bliss of your caress. The desire and want in your kiss and power of your hands. How they held me close to you as you made me yours and I marked you as mine.

My heart broke the next morning when I had to leave. It would only be until Tuesday--two days time but still too long to wait. Our laughter filled that small bedroom as you pulled me back down onto the bed. As you showered me in kisses, took my hand in yours, and called me "darling" as your thumb stroked me cheek. Who knew the love and adoration I would come to know from a single word. A pet name that you called me and me alone. The name you whispered with a kiss to my forehead as I wept in your arms at the airport when you left.

I loved you so much.

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godsmenusuperbowl · 8 months

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Accidental Kidnapping ~ *Lee Minho*

Summary: All you were doing was dancing and drinking with your friends. Now you have a passed out stranger in your car. And your best friend knows him a lot more than you. It’s about to be a crazy night!

Pairing: Lee Minho X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Oneshot

Word Count: 2351

Warning: NSFW implications, mentions murder, organized crime, drugs, and alcohol consumption.

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: Not sure about this one… ending is kind of rushed…

“Hello, you’ve called the services of one Yang Rina. How can I help you?”

“Ri! I need help! I made a huge mistake!”

“Oh my God, what happened?”

“I may have accidentally kidnapped a certain dangerous person known as Lee Minho…”

There was a pause, and for a second you thought she hung up on you. And then you heard her incredulous voice on the other side of the phone. “You did what?”

“It was an accident I swear!” You wailed. “But I have him knocked out and tied up in the back of my car right now.”

“Oh my God, you’re crazy! Okay, okay, okay, hang on! I’ll be there soon, just sit tight! And make sure he doesn’t wake up before I get there!”

“Uh, okay? Wait-” She hung before you could finish your sentence. With a whine, you got out of the driver’s seat and shut your car door. You needed some air.

This was bad, like really bad, like you could get arrested or killed kind of bad. And it was all an accident! If you walked through the night’s events, you were going out to get drinks with some friends and dance at some hole-in-the-wall club that one of them knew about. After waiting hours to get in because of how exclusive it is, you all were having the time of your lives getting down on the dance floor. Then there was this guy who came in and started dancing with your friend, being all smooth and sexy. He offered to buy everyone drinks, and you weren’t going to say no to that! So you followed him to the bar and asked for your favorite. The two of you made some small talk and he took a sip of his drink. That’s when he pitched forward and quite literally fell into your arms. You tried to get your friends to help you but they thought you were a bad bitch for bagging him. So instead they dragged him to your car and your friend swore she would never leave you alone with “her man” ever again. After that they all just disappeared.

How he ended up tied up was on you really. You weren’t trying to snoop but you needed to know who this guy was. According to the ID you found in a secret pocket in his jacket, his name was Lee Minho. As in the most notorious criminal in the country. So you tied him up with the rope you had in your trunk, thanks to your overprotective friend, Rina. And that’s when you called her.

Rina was your best friend in the entire world and could make any problem disappear. Sometimes, you thought she was in the mafia with all her shady connections and information on the criminal underbelly of the city. But you didn’t question it. The only thing she ever asked in return was the cakes you made at your bakery down the street from where she lived.

You were beyond relieved when you heard her motorcycle pull up next to your car. Whipping off her helmet, you saw how wide her eyes were. “Let me see.”

Opening the backdoor to show her, she gave a low whistle. “Wow. That’s really Lee Minho right there. I’ve only ever heard about him and seen his mug shot on the news.”

“What do I do!”

“Hey, relax kid. We’ll figure this out together. Let’s just bring him back to my place, alright? We can’t risk anyone seeing him here.”

You nodded, got in your car, and followed her all the way home. She helped you bring him up to her fourth story apartment and set him down on a kitchen chair. She then took a step back and whistled again.

“Wow, I can’t believe you. Not only do I have one of the most formidable criminals ever in my apartment, but he’s tied up in bondage knots. You’re a kinky one, aren’t you?”

You winced, avoiding eye contact. “My last boyfriend said I tied it too tight. I was hoping if he did wake up, he wouldn’t get out of it.”

“Fair enough.” She sighed and walked towards the kitchen. “Do you want anything to eat, or drink?”

“Water, I guess…?” You bit your lip. “Aren’t we supposed to be coming up with a plan or something? We’re not just going to leave him like that, right?”

“No. I mean, right now we need to wait until he wakes up. Then we’ll apologize for our transgression and send him on his way.”

You frowned. “When you say it like that, it sounds easy.”

“That’s because it is. You just need to be confident and assertive when you address him, okay? Can you do that?”

“I can try.”

“I’ll settle for a try.”

“Rina!”

Before she could respond, you both heard a groan coming from her living area. A cold shiver traveled down your spine and pooled in your stomach. He was awake.

“Deep breaths, kid. You’re going to be okay. Just confident and assertive.”

“Right, confident and assertive.”

The two of you walked until you were right in front of him. He was slowly stirring awake, glancing up at the both of you with bleary eyes. At least he wasn’t struggling to get out of his restraints.

“What…?”

Instantly, Rina got down on her knees and bowed her heads. “I’m so sorry, boss. According to what my subordinate told me, someone must have spiked your drink. I should have been more vigilant. I’m beyond sorry for what has transpired.”

“Yang… Rina?” He shook his head. “What the hell am I doing here?”

“My subordinate said you passed out in their arms and I made sure to bring you to a safe location.”

“This place isn’t safe. No place is safe apparently.” He scowled before jutting his chin out to gesture to your frozen figure. “Who’s this? Your so-called subordinate?”

She nodded. “She’s a friend who has no ties to any organization.”

“This is your second lie, Rina. She’s your friend, meaning she has ties to you and, by extension, ties to me.” He narrowed his eyes. “What happened before I passed out?”

“Oh, I, uh…”

Rina cleared her throat and shot you a glare. You nodded, taking a deep, shaky breath. Right, confident and assertive.

So you recounted everything that happened at the bar. You were very thorough with your details and didn’t leave a single thing out. With how he was getting on Rina for lying, you made sure you told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. He just stared at you with cool apathy, not saying anything until you were done.

“And that’s why I’m tied up in BDSM knots yet not tied down to the chair in Rina’s apartment?”

You winced. “Y-yes sir, sorry sir.”

He sighed and leaned back. “I think I know who did it. Untie me, get me a phone, and a car.”

“Sir, are you sure you should be moving around? Shouldn’t you be resting since you pretty much got poisoned?” Rina mumbled.

“Don’t make me hurt you, Rina.” You flinched at his words. “Just do as you’re told.”

She nodded and moved to get him a phone. However, you spoke up, “Sir, i-if I may say something-”

“You may not but you will anyway.”

You bit swallowed thickly before continuing, “I agree with Rina. You should rest. I may not know anything about poison or mafia business, but I know that after the night you’ve had, you should at least sleep for an hour or so.”

He stared at you for a few moments, nothing but apathy on his face.

“Untie me.”

“Wha-”

“You heard me. Untie me.”

Glancing at Rina, she gave you a small nod. You nodded to Minho. “Alright, I will.”

Carefully, you undid all of the knots. You tried to not let your hands linger, but you couldn’t help but notice that he was definitely muscular. You didn’t get to feel him like this when you first tied him up, due to your fear of him waking up. Your mouth almost started watering at the thought of what he looked like without a shirt. But you kept your sinful thoughts to yourself.

As soon as he was free, you took a step back. Minho stood up and tried to take a step forward before practically face planting on the ground. You smothered your giggles with your hand as he swore up a storm.

Rina got down on her knees again in front of him. “Sir! Are you alright?!”

“They gave me a damn paralyzer.” He muttered, venom lacing each of his words. “I’m going to be useless for the next couple of hours.”

“Is there anything we can do to help?” You asked. “I mean, we’ll help you get somewhere more comfortable, but anything else?”

He stared at you again. “Get me a phone. I have a call to make.”

You nodded to Rina and helped him to his feet. He dragged his feet as the two of you carried him to her couch. Once he was sitting up as well as he could, Rina got him a burner phone.

Before relaying the number, he glared at you. “Get out.”

“What, but I-”

“You’re nothing. This is confidential information. So get out.”

“Please.” Rina whispered.

“I’ll be in the other room.” You replied firmly, crossing your arms over your chest. “I am not leaving just yet.”

He growled, but jerked his head to Rina’s bedroom door. “Stay there.”

You nodded and entered her room, shutting the door behind you. As soon as the door was closed, you let out a shaky breath and slowly sank to your knees, pressing your forehead to the door. You couldn’t stop shaking, adrenaline still coursing through you.

This was bad. This was really bad. How did you not know that Rina was a part of a criminal organization? Thinking back to all of the times you spent with her, there were some sketchy moments that began to make more sense. How did you get tangled up in all of this? Everything that happened tonight was just an accident! You didn’t ask to be the “reluctant savior” of a crime boss! You just wanted to go out with your friends and forget about all of your troubles on the dance floor. And now he was probably calling in a hit on the person who drugged him.

You covered your mouth with your hand. What about you? Did you know too much now? Were you the next person he was going to kill once he regained control of his body? You weren’t ready to die! You still had so much you wanted to do in life! You should have left when you had the chance!

Tears started rolling down your cheeks and you pressed your hand tighter against your mouth, trying to muffle your sobs. You needed to go, now. You needed to get as far away from these people as possible. You needed to change your name, your look, your identity so they could never find you again. You needed to completely restart before you were killed like you were nothing, just as he said.

There was a soft knock at the door that made you jump.

“Hey.” Rina mumbled. “You can come out now. It’s okay.”

You shook your head but took a deep breath and stood up. You just needed to be brave for a little while longer. And then you were free to go.

Opening the door, you gave her a weak smile. She seemed to see right through you because she took your hand gently. “It’s okay.”

Minho’s head lolled to the side, facing you. “I don’t say this often, so listen well. Thank you for helping me today. As of today, you’re under the protection of my organization. Do not take it lightly.”

You nodded shakily. “Y-yes. Of course sir.”

He glanced at Rina. “You have a good friend. But keep them as far away from what you do as possible. You know how I feel about innocents getting mixed up in things they shouldn’t.”

She nodded. “Yes, of course. You have my word, sir.”

Sighing, he leaned further back and closed his eyes. “Now, if you two don’t mind, I’m going to wait for this drug to leave my body. I do not want to be disturbed.”

“Would you like to be moved to the bed?”

“No, I’m fine.”

You glanced at Rina and she gave a small smile before covering it with her hand. “Of course, sir.”

Before you could tell her you were leaving, she motioned for you to follow her back into her bedroom. As soon as you were inside and the door was shut, she pulled you into a hug. You could feel her shaking and you squeezed her tighter.

“That was terrifying.”

You nodded. “You got that right. I have so many questions, but I won’t ask. I’ll stay away.”

She pulled away a little. “I hope you don’t stay too far away. You’re the only thing that keeps me anchored in the real world, where things can be good and simple.”

“I won’t leave you.”

“Alright.” She took a deep breath. “Now, get some sleep. You had a long day. I’ll keep watch in case someone tries to finish the job.”

“I can too.”

“No, please-”

“I’m going to.” You nodded. “Like you said, confident and assertive.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re finally listening to me.”

“You’ll kill me otherwise!”

“Will not! But Minho might.”

You shuddered. “I thought he would.”

She shook her head. “Nah, he’s not. If anything, he likes you. Like he said, he doesn’t say thank you often and you’re under his protection. I could see it in his eyes. He may have said the organization, but he meant specifically him.”

“Oh.” You could feel your cheeks grow warm at the thought.

Rina winked. “So that’s another reason not to stay too far away.”

“I suppose you’re right. I’ll definitely stay in touch.”

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otakusheep15 · 7 months

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Obey Me Flufftober Day 11

Prompt: Candles

Pairing: Luke & reader (gender neutral & platonic)

Word count: 617

A/n: It's time for my son! Remember that this is strictly platonic. I don't want to see any weirdness in the notes.

It had been a while since you've been back in the human world. While it wasn't initially your idea, you were glad to be back for a bit. Actually, it was Luke's idea to come to the human world. He had wanted to visit since he's only been a few times, and who were you to deny him? Today, it was just the two of you, as both of you agreed you wanted some quality bonding time together away from the others. You both loved them of course, but sometimes you enjoyed the peace and quiet that came with their absence.

The first place you decided to take Luke was to your favorite mall. You used to visit all the time as a kid, and it felt good to be back. Luke was immediately overwhelmed at all of the stores, but he promised you that he was okay. At first, you thought that he would run straight to the bakery near the entrance, but he instead went over to a smaller store a bit further from the entrance.

You couldn't tell right away what the store was, but if that's where Luke wanted to go, you would let him. It didn't seem to be an inappropriate store, so you weren't too worried about him running into a store he shouldn't.

When you walk in, you immediately recognize what the store is meant to be. You've never seen this particular store before, so you figured it must have been added after your last visit. It was a candle store. The entire store was lined with shelves of candles all the way to the back. They seemed to be organized into tedious categories that only an employee would understand. You find Luke towards the front, inspecting some of the display candles.

This seemed like an odd choice for Luke, but you decided not to question it. You liked scented candles a lot, though you could never have any in the House of Lamentation due to the possibility of Beel eating it. You walked over to Luke, and you noticed that the scents he was looking at were both sweet scents. At least that was on brand for him. "Vanilla" and "Sugar Cookie" were the scents, and you thought those both sounded amazing.

After he was finished, Luke turned to face you. Before you can ask why he chose this store, he grabbed your hand and pulled you along, intent on looking at more candles. While walking, he talks about how he came to this store knowing both you and Simeon liked scented candles, and he thought that he would buy some for the both of you. That made you smile. He was always so considerate. Sweet Luke was willing to spend his allowance on gifts for you and Simeon instead of buying something for himself.

With this information in mind, you and Luke look through the entire store, intent on finding the perfect candles. For himself, he ended up choosing the "Sugar Cookie" scent from the front. For Simeon, he chose "Fresh Laundry", as that seemed like a Simeon scent. For you, he wanted it to be a surprise, so you had no clue what it could be. When he hands it to you after purchase, you're delighted to see it's a "Peppermint" candle, your favorite scent.

Luke had spent almost all of his money by this point, and what was left could not afford him anything decent in a mall like this. However, you had brought extra money anyways since you always intended on spoiling him today. You just didn't expect to be spoiled in return. He was such a kind kid, and you certainly enjoyed your hangout.

#obey me luke #shall we date obey me #obey me #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #obey me fluff #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #luke headcanons #luke & reader #gender neutral reader #obey me mc #gender neutral mc

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wordsvomit101 · 21 days

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Gehenna Worldbuilding Draft 1 (with some canon divergence)

Author Notes: this is for fun, don't mind me, I'm just having a spiraling from a hihi haha moment of thinking about Minhyeok's kink to writing this 4.2k words mess. Idk how I got here. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

(At Gehenna's capital city, Malebolge - 8:40 AM IST - Time of Dawn's Embrace)

"So Minhyeok secretly stole your underwear, Miss Raon?" Ppyong needs to control himself. He shouldn't make assumptions about his best friend. Miss Raon only said that her underwear sometimes went missing before miraculously appearing in her cupboard again. At Minhyeok's house. Minhyeok is a super organized and charismatic guy. The cowardly pretty man who can't even show his best friend how those white juices are made. However—

If that is true? Minhyeok would have the worst teasing he ever had in his life from Ppyong and maybe a bit of bullying for his (possible) sneaky and perverted behaviors. Not that he has any ground to stand on, but he wouldn't miss that chance to make fun of Minhyeok. His idiot friend has been hard to read lately. It is hard to know what is going on in that guy's head anymore.

"W-Well! I wouldn't say he 'stole' it per se…" the lovely lady with violet hair who is sitting across from him, nestled between Sir Leraye and Sir Paimon, blushed in embarrassment and tried to think for her next words as the three men patiently waited for her. Until the waitress with curled pink horns on either side of her head and wide deer-like eyes with slits in them comes over to get their orders, her jovial voice as light and dulcet as usual.

"Good days to you all, esteemed patrons! What can I get you today?"

They're sitting in the most well-known bakery in Gehenna, called "Delights Bakery", which specializes in crafting decadent desserts and pastries inspired by the fiery landscape of Gehenna. It has been around for a long time; they still stand strong even in the midst of war. They offer a wide range of treats including Chimera Molten Cake, Vesuvius Tiramisu, Ojoshew Panna Cotta, Brimstone Biscotti, and Fairy Dust Cannoli Gelato.

The bakery provides a cozy and welcoming atmosphere where customers can enjoy freshly baked goods alongside a cup of fiendishly delicious coffee or tea. They also offer custom cake designs for special occasions like birthdays, weddings, and anniversaries, allowing customers to personalize their desserts to suit their tastes.

Ppyong's personal favorite from this place is Brimstone Biscotti, a devilishly delicious treat that pairs perfectly with a cup of the place's signature Infused Fire Coffee. These crispy almond biscotti are infused with the smoky aroma of brimstone from the eastern plantation of Gehenna and studded with common sparkling chili flakes, creating a bold and intense flavor profile that is sure to awaken anyone's senses.

"Alrighty! Your orders are coming right up, please be patient!" With a cheerful hum, the cute waitress walks back to her station with slightness in her hooves-like legs with blossom fur. A misleading appearance to a devil that ruthlessly stomped on several angels' heads yesterday and handled almost everything here before help came. She even asked to keep their bodies for new recipes.

Once they finished their orders, Sir Paimon reserved an order of Mystic Amaretto Affogato to give to Sir Astaroth since they would meet after this meet-up. They got back to the topic.

"I most likely forgot to wash them and... just left them around. He often does my laundry anyway when he comes over to visit, but…"

Sir Paimon's beautiful and cheerful voice adds, "There'sss stillll a possibilityyyy he isss usingg it forrrr his ownnn pleasureee withoutttt telling youuu, if sooo, don't youuu thinkkk he needed a bitttttt of a scoldinggg?", he ends his statement effortlessly cute with a wide playful smile, his heterochromia blinking innocently as if he didn't just accuse Minhyeok of wrongdoings, and his pretty long lashes flutter above his cheekbone like two pairs of Ethereal Emberwing to Miss Raon as if seducing her to agree.

"I- I mean he could be- No wait! He wouldn't! He never showed any signs that he would use them for anything other than washing them for me," Miss Raon said with a bright red face as she tried to defend her best friend's honor now that the conversation turned into this, unlike how she first brought it up.

"Then shouldn't he be more straightforward with you? I don't think it is a problem if you're ok with it. Shouldn't he be more honest with his temptation?" Sir Leraye innocently pulls the topic back where Paimon wants it, and his charming face frowns as he closes his eyes, deep in thought.

"Even I wouldn't say I wash his underwear for him in his face! It would be embarrassing! And it would be more believable if he said he liked women's fashion instead."

"Huh? Minhyeok do aye?" That is a surprising twist, though it seems more unexpected in Ppyong's opinion since he knows Minhyeok did ask for Miss Raon's panty for his white liquid creation process.

"Minhyeok doesn't seem like that kind of guy aye, I've never seen him show any interest in dresses and makeup too aye. If anything, I think he hugged his baseball bat in his sleep aye," like a good friend, he keeps that to himself and emphatically looks up to Miss Raon in consolation as the chance that her best friend is sniffing her panty in secret is more likely than ever.

"I'm telling you it's not like that!-", her sentence was again cut off by the bright voice of the waitress, "Sorry for the interruption! Here are your orders!" Without looking at the table, she still expertly set out their meals in the right order while smiling happily at them, "While I would love to listen to this lively conversation, I got more tables to serve. Enjoy yourselves, fellas!"

"Thank you!" they all said in unison at the preceding figure of the waitress before excitedly digging into their desserts. Ppyong's cartoonish eyes light up with anticipation, and he can feel the drool from his mouth. He reaches eagerly for the plate of Brimstone Biscotti. The aroma of roasted brimstone and dark chocolate wafts up to his nose, and he can't resist taking a bite immediately.

With a satisfied grin, Ppyong chews slowly, savoring the rich flavors dancing on his taste buds. "Mn! As delicious as always aye!" he remarks between bites, crumbs scattering on the table with each enthusiastic gesture.

Sir Paimon, the refined gentleman that he is, delicately lowers his spoon into the Ojoshew Panna Cotta. The creamy dessert yields with a gentle resistance before surrendering to his touch, letting him savor each scoop with a pleased and graceful smile.

"Mnhmmm, thisss is perfectttt forrr this fineee weatherrr, isn't itttt?"

On the other side of the table, Sir Leraye's enthusiasm knows no bounds as he plunges his spoon into the Fairy Dust Cannoli Gelato. His eyes sparkle with childlike delight as he unearths the hidden treasures within the velvety layers of frozen delight. His sunny expressions bring peace to the hearts of everyone who witnesses it.

"Yeah! It has been a while since we got to hang out like this and with Raon too! Oh! This is the first time for you isn't it Raon? What do you think?"

Between the two attractive devils, Miss Raon picks up her Vesuvius Tiramisu, her eyes marveling at its intricate presentation. The dessert resembles a miniature volcano, with layers of sponge cake and creamy mascarpone erupting from the center. She takes a tentative bite, and her eyes widen in surprise and delight as she savors the decadent dessert.

Her expression mirroring the awe of a child experiencing something magical for the first time. "This is incredible," she murmurs, her voice filled with genuine amazement. They all smile at her quiet joy and let her enjoy her meal as they begin to talk among themselves.

As Sir Leraye and Sir Paimon delved into their discussion about future assignments, their voices took on a bit more serious tone, yet their postures and actions felt relaxed and full of confidence.

Sir Leraye took a thoughtful bite of his dessert, savoring the creamy sweetness before chiming in, "You know, Paimon, after this, I'm thinking of heading over to Sulfur Springs. The streets are always lively there and my men have been struggling quite a bit recently. Do you want to join me after you meet up with Astaroth?" Sir Leraye seems sheepish as he subtly requests Sir Paimon's assistance.

Sir Paimon gently tilted his head, and a few strands of his silky blonde hair softly fell over his right eye, his gaze composed as he thought.

"Sulfurrr Springsss, huhhhh? Thattt doess sounddd enticingg. Buttt I've gottt myyy sights settt on Shadowspireee attt the Tailll of the Wolffff. I heardd there's hasss beennn some spewinggg commotionn undergrounddd in thattt nightt cityyy from Belialll"

With a false tired sign, he let his head fall gently on Miss Raon's head as he chewed on his spoon between his rosy lips. His pretty eyes are saddened as he looks at Sir Leraye.

"'mm soo innn trenddd latellyy. Evennn Hiss Majestyyy Satan calll for meee to thee southernnn provincess of Ashennn Citadelll tooo..."

Sir Leraye smiled in understanding and pat Paimon on the shoulder, "It's OK! It's just a suggestion! Don't worry Paimon, me and my men can handle it! So just focus on your work and enjoy spilling blood as usual!" the devil with the bright monocle said good-naturedly and lightened the mood with his light laugh at the last part.

"Awww~ Thankkk youuu Lerayeee~ You're a sweetthearttt as usualll~," Sir Paimon smiled sweetly back at Leraye and straightened himself up to look at Miss Raon, who had been drawn into the lively conversation between the two after she helped Ppyong slice the Brimstone Biscotti into a smaller size for him to eat.

"It'ss unfortunateee thattt we can'tt spenddd moreee timeee withhh youuu Raonnn. Don'ttt worryyy, we will droppp youuu with Zagan at Pitstoppp Plazaaa once we doneee, are youuu okkk with ittt?" Sir Paimon smiled kindly at Miss Raon as he asked her, and she smiled back in understanding.

"Of course! Please don't mind me and work hard. I also planned to ask for Zagan's help with my training today. Also," Miss Raon is now looking back at him, her face slightly red, "I will likely need, um, Minhyeok's 'thing' again. Ppyong, can you take the second portion of Vesuvius Tiramisu for him? He would like it."

A mix of eagerness and pride filled his heart. It wasn't just any task. It was a gesture of trust from someone he deeply respected. Despite doing so many times before, the simple thought of being chosen for such an errand brought a sense of validation, but also a touch of excitement to meet with his best friend!... and be rewarded with Fererere from the black-haired human.

"You can count on me aye!" With a proud grin and his chest puffed up, Ppyong determined to fulfill Raon's request with care and diligence. Also, Fererere is waiting for him!

Once they finished and dropped Miss Raon with Sir Zagan for their training, they parted ways and Ppyong made his way to the Teleportation Tower, or Nether Nexus Spire for fancy sake.

It didn't take long for Ppyong to see the towering building from miles away. The tower constructed from obsidian marble and adorned with intricate carvings of arcane symbols serves as the central hub for interdimensional travel within Gehenna. The tower is imposing and grand, with soaring spires reaching toward the sky of Hell. The exterior is adorned with flickering magic flaming bright chandeliers that dance along the edges of the tower, casting an eerie glow that illuminates the surrounding landscape.

Being a regular visitor, it doesn't take long for Ppyong to get past the inspection from the entrance and get in. At the heart of the tower lies a vast chamber filled with pulsating crystals of various hues, each one representing a different destination within Gehenna and beyond. These crystals serve as conduits for the teleportation magic that powers the gates, allowing travelers to journey to distant realms without getting themselves stuck somewhere in the void or getting wrecked from the torrent between spaces.

"Sir Ppyong! Good day to you!" a bright voice from the small goat-like devil rang over the hall before he saw the figure of Cock flying down from the third floor to greet him.

"To you too aye! Can you create a portal for me to Earth? I need to deliver something at Miss Raon's request aye," he said as they made their way to the vast ritual circle surface, etched into the polished obsidian marble floor. This circular platform serves as the focal point for the teleportation process, where technicians carefully select the appropriate crystal core to facilitate the journey to the desired destination.

"Oh? Another delivery? Miss Raon must cherish this human if she often sends him this many gifts!" Once the appropriate crystal is selected, Cock placed it in the center of the ritual circle, where it resonates with magical energy. The technician then channel his power, weaving intricate spells and incantations to activate the crystal and create the portal to the desired location.

"He is her best friend after all aye! Also, I should hurry too aye since Miss Raon will need his white liquid soon," he explained as the magic surged through the ritual circle, the air shimmered with otherworldly energy, and a swirling vortex of darkened hues materialized in the center of the circle. This portal serves as a gateway between realms, offering passage to those who seek to traverse the vast expanse of Gehenna and beyond.

"Of course, Sir Ppyong! Just a bit… Here you go! Have a good journey up there Sir!" With the portal open, Ppyong is free to step through and embark on his trip to Earth. Once he passes through, he is enveloped in a whirlwind of magical energy, his surroundings shifting and warping as he is transported to his chosen destination.

The boundaries between space and time blurred as he hurtled through the ethereal void, his body and soul becoming one with the primordial forces that governed the universe. Suddenly, the whirlwind dissipated, and Ppyong found himself facing the familiar sight of his best friend's room.

"Oomphf!"

The noise of his landing surprised the man sitting at the study table beside his bed. He lay there for a moment, gathering his bearings, and enjoyed the softness of the blanket. However, he could hear the faint sound of muffled laughter coming from humans, and when he picked himself up and was about to give Minhyeok a piece of his mind, he stopped in his tracks by the sight before him.

"Are you... Minhyeok's family Miss...?"

Seated before him is a vision of elegance and beauty, their presence commanding attention with every subtle movement. Cascading down their back like an ethereal waterfall, waves of lustrous black hair frame their delicate features with a natural allure, each strand glistening like strands of jet-black under the gentlest light.

A soft pink jacket, impeccably tailored to accentuate their statuesque frame, draped over the shoulders of their crisp white shirt. A meticulously tied white ribbon hair tie added a touch of sophistication to their ensemble. Beneath the jacket, a pretty pink sailor-style collar adorned with a dainty bow hinted subtly at femininity. Completing their attire was a soft beige-colored jean mini skirt, its hemline fluttering just above their knees, creating an image of effortless delicate playfulness.

Subtle touches of makeup enhance their natural beauty, accentuating doe-like black eyes framed by fluttering lashes that cast soft shadows against their flawless complexion and faintly blushing cheeks. Their lips, painted with a delicate hue of rosy pink, curve into a pleasant and serene smile, radiating warmth and charm.

Completing the ensemble are sleek white thigh-high boots, their glossy finish contrasting elegantly against the soft fabric of their alluring black socking. Warm clothing for the current cold weather on Earth.

A familiar snort of a man from the breathtaking beauty before him gave him a shock all over his red body. The man then averted his enchanting eyes from Ppyong, engrossed in his reflection in the mirror. The soft glow of the vanity lights illuminates his delicate features as he continues to meticulously apply his makeup with his slender hand.

The array of skincare and makeup products is meticulously arranged on the elegant desk before the man shows his progress. The room is filled with the light sweet scent of perfumes and creams, adding to the air of luxury and sophistication that surrounds his every movement. The soft rustle of brushes and the gentle click of compacts punctuated the air as the masculine voice rang out from the looker's fetching lips.

"How terrible, you couldn't even recognize your bestie?

"Hah?"

"Well, I wouldn't blame you. It's not every day people see this side of me. What do you think? You gave an eyeful earlier"

Ppyong's jaw practically hit the floor as he struggled to process the sight before him. His two black eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he couldn't tear his gaze away from the breathtaking transformation of his best friend.

"What?!- What kind of shapeshifting sorcery is this?! Who are you and what have you done to Minhyeok aye?!"

He blinked rapidly as if trying to dispel the illusion before him, but Minhyeok remained seated before him, radiating an undeniable aura of grace and captivation. Gone was the familiar image of his friend in the casual and relaxed attire of a university student, replaced instead by this mesmerizing embodiment of a tall young attractive woman.

"I'm still me. This is just a practice for my friend's club drama performance. The leading lady's best friend role becomes empty because the girl has personal health issues and no one has time to take on another role. So I got the recommendation and the part"

Minhyeok explained as he gave his hair a fix-up and a once-over in the mirror. Minhyeok ran his fingers through his hair, flicking his wrist to fix a stubborn section that refused to sit properly. He peered at his reflection in the mirror, his dark eyes narrowed in concentration.

His fingers danced over his locks, deftly styling them into place. Each movement was precise and deliberate, like an artist working on a masterpiece. His face, usually relaxed and carefree, now held a touch of vanity as he admired his handiwork. The corners of his lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he gave his reflection one final once-over, the image of a spoiled young lady of a wealthy family getting ready for a night out reflected back at him.

"It's silly that they don't change the gender of the role and make me go around campus like this during the festival," he sighed, continuing, "but I do owe the club leader for that one time he helped me out." Ppyong didn't know what to think or feel now that he saw Minhyeok giving a cute little pout to himself.

"It's also best that I look like my own imaginary mute sister. A half-hearted effort would not help in the slightest"

At that moment, Ppyong couldn't help but marvel at the accuracy of Raon's suggestion to defend her friend, especially with how at ease Minhyeok was right now. They really knew each other like the back of their hands.

Yet Ppyong's mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions, ranging from disbelief to admiration. He couldn't help but admire the confidence with which Minhyeok carried himself, not bothered a bit by the girlish clothing he was wearing right now. It was beautiful and, for Ppyong, incredibly attractive.

Until he remembers what he's here for.

"Ah! That's right! The tiramisu, aye!" Opening the pocket of his stomach, Ppyong pulled out a box of Vesuvius Tiramisu that was bigger than himself and put it on the desk, sitting on it in front of Minhyeok, looking up and delighted as he got the attention from the gorgeous man above him. Though Minhyeok seemed to already guess who gave it to him.

"Miss Raon went out to have a snack with me and Sir Leraye and Sir Paimon today, aye! She bought a second portion for you and had me deliver it here!"

A radiant smile of pure joy illuminated his best friend's face, his captivating eyes brimming with tenderness and adoration. It was as if he were a devoted spouse receiving a long-awaited gift from his husband who is away from war, his cheeks flushing with a bashful delight as he attempted to conceal his beaming grin behind a delicate, carefully manicured hand.

Ppyong had to pat himself on the back as he marveled at the sight before him. His body shivered from a wave of longing washing over his entire being. Were there any other, lesser devils present to witness this scene, they would surely have shamelessly propositioned Minhyeok or openly leered at him. Perhaps the weakest of all would have boldly pounced on the ravishing man without a second thought.

"That girl, hehe, she should just worry for herself, risking her life down there but still has time for this? That dork, really..."

Ppyong could feel the love from Minhyeok's words as he opened the box and took a look inside, his smile pleased before closing the lids. Ppyong felt a surge of satisfaction knowing that he had managed to deliver Raon's thoughtful gesture to his friend.

"Thanks for having it delivered here, really, I appreciate it. It lets me know she's still well."

As Minhyeok expressed his gratitude, Ppyong's chest swelled with pride, his heart brimming with a new sense of joy knowing that he had brought a nice smile to Minhyeok's face.

"Hmph! Of course, this much is nothing for a great devil like this Ppyong, aye!" Despite his prideful words, he couldn't contain the childish giddiness swirling inside him at having the attention of this striking man, who often kept an invisible distance between them.

With a soft chuckle, Minhyeok put his face on his hand as he leaned on the desk. Ppyong couldn't help but take in the scent of light jasmine with a hint of soap and cotton underneath, and the proximity was making him tremble slightly.

"Sure, sure, you most likely came here for 'that'. I need to finish putting on the choker and earrings to take pictures in this. It will be quick, so just give me Raon's laundry and wait for me outside the bathroom."

"Can I help—?" His question was cut short before he could finish. "No," now the beautiful man coolly looked down at him and leaned back to open the drawer from his desk, taking out a black choker and silver heart-shaped earrings.

"Just be patient, or else I won't give you Fererere," the warning effectively shoved the protest back into Ppyong's mouth, and Minhyeok began to fiddle with the choker, trying to tie it around his pale neck.

"... Do you need help, aye?"

Minutes already ticked by as Minhyeok struggled in vain, on the verge of giving up in frustration. Suddenly, Ppyong's tiny crimson body darted over to Minhyeok's back. With an echoing pop, black smoke billowed from the point of contact, transforming into his high-ranking devil appearance. Surprising Minhyeok as his friend turned to look up at him.

"Just turn around, will you, aye? Come on, give that to me, aye."

Minhyeok reluctantly handed him the choker and Ppyong's hands deftly retrieved it from Minhyeok's grasp, his movements smooth and practiced. With a delicate touch, he began to gently secure the choker around his friend's elegant and seductive pale neck.

'Damn'

The choker rested against Minhyeok's skin, a dazzling accessory that added to his friend's already irresistible demeanor.

"See? You should just let me help, aye", before Minhyeok could argue, he quickly grabbed the earrings and stilled his friend's shoulder with his left hand. He let his gaze linger on the mirror before them, greedily taking in Minhyeok's flustered face as Ppyong towered over him.

As Ppyong delicately placed the shimmering earrings on Minhyeok's ears, a soft glow enveloped the room, accentuating the tension of the moment. Standing behind him, he caught a glimpse of his friend's reflection in the mirror, his features illuminated by the warm light. Minhyeok's black eyes met his crimson ones through the mirror, revealing a slight flush of pink spreading across his cheeks as he bit down on his lower lip in a gesture of bashful charm, unaware of the captivating allure he exuded at that moment.

'Fuck, he's lucky that it's me here and not other devils'

With a heavy gulp, Ppyong's muscles tensed as a wave of heat surged through his body, originating from the attractive man in front of him. Despite the tempting pull of desire, he resisted the urge and swiftly reverted to his usual Red Lump form once he was done, dispelling the charged atmosphere with the resounding volume of his voice.

"Ok! Here! Be done quickly and give me your white liquid and Fererere, aye!" he said quickly as he pulled out a bag of Miss Raon's laundry and threw it at Minhyeok's lap.

It broke Minhyeok from his daze, and he scowled beautifully at Ppyong before he gave an exasperated sigh and stood up from his seat. Ppyong expected everyone to understand his internal disappointment from not having the attention of the enticing man anymore. It didn't matter if it made him feel like those stuck-up devils from Hades.

"Fine, and wait for me to make some food for you to bring back"

"Sure! Hurry up then, aye!"

Minhyeok gave him a suspicious glance over his shoulder before retreating into his bathroom, the heels from his white boots clicking against the floor sensually, leaving Ppyong there on his bed. Once Minhyeok was out of sight, the red devil lay down tiredly as he dazedly looked up at the ceiling. The image of the vulnerable back of the pretty man lingered in his mind, wrecking him with arousal mixed with a good dose of guilt.

"...Crap, Miss Raon will not forgive me if she knows of this"

She would probably, very likely even without magic, squeeze him in her hands until he popped like confetti for even thinking of her friend like that.

#whb #whb worldbuilding #whb mc #whb leraye #whb paimon #whb ppyong #whb minhyeok #if you can't tell that i have a thing for pretty men that confidently wear feminine clothing and makeup #i thought paimon was a woman when i first heard his voice and i never fold like a wet paper faster #i still dead under his feet even after i know he is a he #i also just like to think of minhyeok would not mind wearing a dress or makeup if mc is into it

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lady-ashfade · 4 days

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What are their top video games?

-mha version. Pt.1

-characters: tenya iida, izuku midoriya, Rikido Sato, Tsuyu Asui, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari

- this is my take on things. And my opinion. It’s not canon (kinda in my head) but don’t come after me! And if you have other ideas I would love to hear them!!

- I will be doing other fandoms and characters! Let me know if you want any characters!!

Lets start.

Tenya Iida

He is a big enjoyed of candy crush and you can’t tell me anything else against that. I don’t see him having games on his computer or almost anything, so he plays mostly on his phone. I have a feeling he actually can’t stop and he is so embarrassed over it. Come on? Man is waiting for the new levels every time.

Tetris? A thing for his brain to work and does it kinda fast. He has high scores. MAN IS A BEAST- and when he fails he will get so frustrated and get mad….someone take his phone away please.

Super Mario is a childhood game but he still has it on something. Like a old nintendo, old ds and stuff. He plays it sometimes. And the only thing I see him having new gaming devices wise is a switch, and only has Mario games and plays it only each few mounts.

Izuku Midoriya

Planet zoo I can’t really explain but it’s just feels so right. I think he’s a pro at it. I really wish i could explain why I feel this way….Please tell me you see it to?

Fortnite he only plays with his friends but it’s so often. He does love the game a lot, even has a skin of himself in the game. And he has merch. He just loves to laugh with his friends and vibe. Has never raged quit.

Minecraft….Do I have to explain it? He’s wholesome, the games wholesome. It’s a match. Deku has so many hours it probably scares people. He’s obsessed!!! Mention you found diamonds and he’ll flip.

Rikido Sato

Unraveled is a childhood favorite of mine and I see him playing it for the same reasons. It’s chill but makes the brain think. I think he would love it.

Cooking simulators. This is not just for the meme. Tell me why I think he would rage so much to this because of the controls being whack. If he wasn’t a hero he would own his own restaurant/bakery.

Apex legends- HAVE NO IDEA WHY I THINK THIS. I know nothing about this game. I think he would play a shooter, and he gives apex vibes.

Tsuyu Asui

She’s plays game for chill vibes and vibes only.

Animal crossing?! One of the best games ever. She loves to decorate her island and go villager hunting. Has the best island out of the whole class. (Has many frog villagers)

Minecraft, 100# loves to vibe to the music. She plays with izu a lot too, the whole group. And she’s like the camp mom? Makes sure things are organized and she builds a whole ass city.

Stardew valley….One of the best games ever made again. Farmer Tsu!! She is the person who takes her time and doesn’t stress about anything, she knows everything without the wiki- but she could speed run the whole game so fast.

Eijiro Kirishima

Fortnite bro. Spends so much time on there is so embarrassing. The type of friend to beg his friends to play with him when the say no. He is that guy who doesn’t get up from his seat for hours to play this damn game. Headset, talking to everyone. Random people? He’s befriending them all.

Medieval dynasty is a good game. I see him enjoying building a city up from nothing, he is the type of guy I see. It’s relaxing.

Animal crossing fan and he has no shame. He loves this game so much. Decorates his island. Be proud of him even tho it sucks, but he’s so proud of himself (I relate) and keeps a streak of checking in every day.

Denki Kaminari

HE HAS ALL THE DAMN GAMES!! He talks shit every match. Has fought a child and made them cry (then got his ass handed to him) and I stand by this. He is good at the game, but also then sucks so bad.

Fortnite, yes other shooters because I believe he loves them. But likes to play with the boyz mostly, kiris main bestie in this game because they both are annoying the others.

Minecraft…yes this is getting used a lot but it’s a amazing game. Turns his music down because he’s either falling asleep or crying for questioning his existence. MINING!! He spends so much time mining it’s like he never goes to the surface.

-want more characters? Want another fandom? Just tell me in comments or my inbox

#my hero academia #tenya iida #izuku midoriya #deku #rikido Sato #sato rikido #tsuyu asui #kirishima ejirou #eijiro kirishima #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #mha #mha headcanons #my hero academia headcanons #video games matchup #Minecraft #stardew valley #animal crossing

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cupcakeb · 5 months

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paying my dues to the dirt // ch. 1 // AO3 Natalie Scatorccio/Lottie Matthews┃5.1k words┃rated M┃

Look, of course she has a favorite customer. There are a couple regulars that she likes, but the tall brunette influencer has to be her favorite. Lottie Matthews — yeah, she followed her on Instagram when she found out who exactly she was from gossip-hungry Ben, so what? — is about as rich and privileged as most of their customer base tends to be, but she’s also insanely attractive, and nice, and will scrunch her nose up all cute whenever she asks Nat which of the baked goods she should try today, as if they don’t sell the same stuff day in and out.

Unlike the other rich assholes that come here, Lottie never treats Nat like shit, never asks her if their oat milk is organic and cruelty-free, and doesn’t expect her to remember her coffee order, even though she totally does.

OR: Nat's only working at the bakery to supplement her income as an up-and-coming photographer. Lottie is gorgeous, famous and infuriatingly down to earth, and kind of every photographer's wet dream, so of course Nat is obsessed with her.

written for day 3 of #lottienatdays - prompt: tropes galore!

#lottienat #natalie scatorccio #lottie matthews #lottienatdays #mine

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anthrofreshtodeath · 11 months

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28. surprising them with their favourite treat

Let's do it! I am an ancient New England grandma when it comes to my taste in candy, so I'm pretending Maura is, too. Here we are:

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Jane steps out of her unmarked and into the blistering heat of the Market Basket parking lot over off of School Street, her car one of a few dozen here on a Thursday afternoon. She slams the driver’s side door, too, just for good measure. She pops her gum, chewing with her lips closed like she’s got an attitude, because she fucking does.

She’s also got an interview over by BHCC in Charlestown, and that’s why she picked this Market Basket, even though the whole reason she’s here is fucking Hope Martin. Maura’s unhinged biological mother is back in town, and had intercepted Jane this morning in front of her apartment building because Maura isn’t returning her calls. Jane had shut her down as politely as possible, all while wanting to call her a fuckin’ kidney-robbin’ cunt, but she’d held strong.

Not that she didn’t call her a fuckin’ kidney-robbin’ cunt the whole way here. Jane flips her aviators up onto the top of her head when she marches through the automatic doors, and prepares to stomp through her entire trip, but something about the air conditioning and the familiar smell of sheet cake calms her. Well, calms her just enough to pull the bat outta hell back in, at least for the sake of the other shoppers around her. And she thinks about making a left for the bakery and getting Maura a whole-ass cake, but she doesn’t want to get distracted, either.

Hope is in town, which means Maura’s a mess, which means impromptu movie night. Most of the time, Maura likes to pull out the mixed nuts, the dried fruit, and the organic, stove-popped popcorn for their movies, but today calls for the big guns.

Maura would never admit it, but when she’s really down, processed sugar is the only thing that’ll do. That’s why Jane’s here, unbeknownst to Maura, and not at the Whole Foods down the street. She weaves through a couple old ladies and a mom with her two kids under two, swooping up a hand basket on her way, and scans the store layout for the penny candy endcap.

Right there, on aisle two next to the prepackaged meats like hot dogs and bacon, sits the penny candy in all its glory. Late one night, after Constance’s first visit, Jane had dragged Maura to the store closest to her North End neighborhood and showed her exactly how to scoop all that old school goodness into a plastic bag for maximum satisfaction. Even now, Jane smiles to herself, big and pleased, because she’s got eyes on Maura’s favorites: the licorice bits, the butterscotch, and the bit-o-honeys. And Maura would never, ever, ask for this stuff, because doing so would defile her good girl, all-organic image, but Jane knows what Maura needs.

And tonight, Maura needs candy. Good, old-fashioned, bulk candy.

So, she gets to scooping: a bag of each, because Maura doesn’t like them to touch, and then a couple bags of peppermint patties and jelly citrus slices for herself. Don’t ask her why, but the taste extremes make her all giddy inside. Sometimes she thinks about eating them together, though she hasn’t had the guts yet. With expertise and finesse and promise to try that another time, she ties them up and tosses them in her hand basket.

She moves over to the checkout line, checks her watch because that interview’s in about twenty minutes, and taps the toe of her boot on the linoleum. There’s just two people ahead of her, not a problem.

She chews her gum, cursing Hope again while she waits, but at least this time, she and Maura will have sweets to deal with the tornado. Maybe Maura’ll even consent to an action flick, or a comedy. Hell, Jane’ll settle for a rom-com if it means banishing Hope from their minds.

Fuckin’ kidney-robbin’ cunt.

#otp prompts june 2023 #lauren writes rizzoli and isles fanfiction #rizzoli and isles #ok so there is not a market basket over by BHCC but there is a Whole Foods #so we're just gonna pretend its an MB where you can get more for your dollar LOL #I also fucking love penny candy #like I get giddy every time I encounter that section of the store even if I don't always get a bag #when I do there's always salt water taffy involved however

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Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter 6:

Sunflower

Series Masterlist

previous part: Absdoughlutely next part: Beautifully Natured

Word Count: 5,150

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Descriptions of injuries, mentions of blood, anxiety, and domestic abuse.

"Hello!" Your favorite voice bounced off the walls all throughout the quiet and empty bakery after the sound of the bells above the door chimed.

"Hey, honey! I'm in the kitchen!" You called out, a sickeningly delightful smile smeared across your face as you could hear his foot steps quickly approaching.

Since you we're facing away from the doorway, busy peeling and chopping apples on the big stainless steel countertops, you felt him before you saw him.

Steve's big arms engulfed you from behind as he peeped at what you were up to from above your head. "What's cookin' good lookin'?"

You laughed at his question before setting the big, freshly sharpened knife on the cutting board and ripping off your vinyl gloves. "Well for now it's just apples, but hopefully in an hour or two it'll be a whole tray of apple crisp bars ready to go for morning rush."

"Well it already looks delicious" He commented with a lopsided grin as you tossed the gloves into the trash for an opportunity to give him a proper hug.

You wrapped your arms around each other and lingered there for longer than an average hug, but who could blame you when he smelled so nice and held you so close and snug against his built chest. "They're just green apples, Honey"

"I love green apples" He stated as a matter of fact.

"Well today is your lucky day, because we have far too many so eat away" You released Steve from the hug and finally got to admire him.

It seemed as though every t-shirt he owned was one wrong move away from bursting at the seams, all while his legs just went on for miles and miles an-

"Soooooo, how can I help?" He asked, running his hand through his hair to pull it off his face.

"However you want" You smiled knowing that was his favorite answer.

If there was nothing blatantly obvious that needed to be done, he always found tasks that he loved to do. From organizing the cookie cutter bins by category in alphabetical order, to rearranging all the spools of ribbon on the long hanger to be in order of the color wheel, he always did it with a smile on his face.

At first you found it a little unnerving as if he felt pressured into needing to do something rather than just hang out with you, but after a few weeks of insisting, you finally understood he really did enjoy keeping busy any way he could. Anything that could occupy his hands and mind kept him one step closer to sanity.

"Ohh!" He lit up. "Can I finally fix that light in the bake case?"

He's quite literally been begging to fix it ever since he noticed one of the tiny lights in the bake case had been out. It wasn't enough for a customer to notice, nor was it a dire issue so it kept getting pushed to the back burner. It also wasn't as simple as just replacing the bulb, there were screws and wires and some weird metal pieces attached to weird plastic pieces...

"Be my guest, I know that would make you so happy"

"Just think of how beautiful your apple crisps will be in the morning under all of the lights, rather than all of the lights except for that one that's been out for weeks!"

"What would I ever do without you, Stevie?" You giggled as you snapped on a new pair of gloves to continue your apple chopping. "The bake case would be so dull... much as every passing day"

"Ugh, you're so lucky to have me." He joked with a sigh. "Screw driver?"

"Tool box is in the supply closet, very top shelf, back left corner." Your smile prevailed. "Did you lock the door?"

"Yes ma'am, and closed the blinds."

"Wow, at this point you're my best employee."

"And don't you forget it" Steve threw you a casual wink before disappearing into the lobby.

The light was an easy 15 minute fix, well, it would've been about five had he not lost a screw that took 10 minutes to find but he would never admit that. As he was finishing up, he heard what was almost a hissing sound coming from you in the kitchen, followed by clanking as if something had been dropped onto the metal countertops.

The sounds piqued Steve's concern, so he closed the case back up. But as he was walking back to the kitchen, he heard your little voice call out to him.

"Steve?" It was shaky and scared, something he had never heard from you before. Needless to say his walking pace turned into a jog, and when he made it through the doorway he saw you holding your hand in the other.

Your face was white as a ghost and your eyes were spacey, but the closer he got he noticed you were squeezing a bunched up paper towel to your hand and slowly swaying. He looked over to your apples to see a red puddle and the knife where it shouldn't be.

He recognized that glossy facial expression, he had seen it millions of times before on battlefield and training rooms. So he offered you a comforting smile as he approached to keep a hand on you. If you were about to pass out, he would be there to catch you.

"I um..." You started, but you couldn't quite get the words out without your internalized panic becoming very, very external. "Was cutting- then the knife slipped and I...caught it..."

"Are you okay?" He rubbed your arm as all his extensive first aid training from his days as an Avenger came flooding back to him.

"Bleeding" You stated, blinking your eyes as fuzzy darkness started to overtake your vision in invasive swirls. "A lot."

"Feelin' dizzy?" He questioned gently.

"Very." You nodded.

"Alright sweet girl, let's get you sitting down." He encouraged. You took one wobbly step before Steve stopped you in your tracks. There was no way you were going to make it to a chair by the will of your own two feet. "Okay I'm just going to pick you up."

You nodded in agreement and he swooped you into his arms like a rag-doll. You didn't even feel the need to hang on in case he dropped you, you just focused on keeping firm pressure on your hand as he took you to the front and set you down on a padded booth.

"Can I see it?" Steve questioned as he squat down in front of you. Once again you nodded and slowly pulled the paper towel away from your hand to reveal a nice slice right in the cushioned part of your palm beneath your thumb.

He inspected it the best he could but there was too much blood to even see what was going on beneath it, and when you curiously took a peak at your own hand, the black fuzzies invaded more of your vision.

"I think- I think I'm going to pass out." You mumbled.

Steve's eyes met yours in an instant when you admitted that, and he saw your ghostly white complexion had turned into bright pink cheeks and your head barely standing still. He pressed the paper towel back into your palm to block your injury from your eyesight.

"It's okay, lay down. Deep breaths." He reminded you, and assisted you on a slow and careful journey downwards on the booth. He reached over and grabbed a throw pillow from one of the lounge chairs and slipped it under your head. "Where's the first aid kit?"

"B-bathroom." You mumbled.

"Keep putting pressure on this, I'll be right back." He told you, guiding one of your hands to the other so you could firmly press them together.

You tried your best to stay awake even though you had to fight through the tunneled ringing in your ears and you lack of ability to see anything beyond the dizziness. However, you did hear his feet moving quickly around the store and the hand washing sink running.

Less than a minute later he was back and sitting on the floor in front of you, and setting down everything he had grabbed. You looked down to see him snapping on some gloves that barely fit his big hands, along with a whole roll of paper towels and both first aid kits. The calm expression on his face reminded you of exactly who he was, and what he did for most of the years of his life before he even met you.

"Here, take a few sips of water." He instructed you, cracking open a cold plastic bottle he took from the drink fridge. You did as you were told before placing the cold bottle against your hot cheeks as he sandwiched your injured hand between his two. "I'm going to see what I can do with what I have here, okay?"

"Do I need stitches?" You asked.

"I don't know yet, but I'll try my best to avoid that." He grinned before pulling the bloody paper towel off your hand. "Did you wash this already?"

"Ran it under water" You sucked in a breath as you felt gushes of thick warm liquid as he left it uncovered. Having not learned your lesson the first time, you looked again. "Oh my god..."

"Don't look at your hand, look at me." He advised you as he wiped away at the blood. It really wasn't stopping or slowing down at all, so he sandwiched your hand between his again and held it with firm pressure from both sides. "We're just going to hold hands for a while."

His reassuring smile as his eyes met yours made you feel like you could breathe again. "Well this is nice."

"Walk in the park" He agreed. "Does it hurt or can I squeeze harder?"

"Harder is okay" You agreed, so he did. It was just enough to feel your hand throbbing in his hold but not enough to cause more pain than you were already in.

"So, how was your day?" He questioned nonchalantly, trying to pull your mind away from your hand in attempts to calm you down. Plus he knew he needed a good amount of pressure to stay there for a little while.

"It was fine-busy." You answered shortly wanting to cut to the chase. "You're like, medically trained? You can give me stitches?"

"I'm trained enough to stop bullet wounds from bleeding out, and I've given stitches more times than I even remember." He reassured you. "But I have nothing here to work with, and I don't know enough to medically decide what kind of stitches would be best for this. If you need them, the best hands to be in will be a doctor's" He explained.

"Does it hurt?"

You worried eyes were killing him, but setting realistic expectations for what was to come seemed to be the best way you knew how to deal with your own fears, so he was happy to answer. "Another benefit of a doctor is that they'll numb you before. A few little shots around your hand and you'll barely feel a thing. It definitely doesn't hurt more than catching a falling knife."

You nodded with a gulp before an anxious, almost guilty admission slipped past your lips. "I'm really scared of the hospital. I know that probably sounds stupid to you but-"

"That's not stupid." He shook his head. "Most people only find themselves in a hospital when a bad thing happened to them or someone they loved. It's easy to be scared of a place like that."

"I'd rather you sew my hand together with a needle and thread and no pain killers then have a panic attack by myself in the emergency room." You continued to express your fears.

It was apparent to him now that the panic in your voice wasn't necessarily over the injury itself, but the thought of having to seek medical treatment. His first words without much thought would've been 'you won't be alone, I'll go with you', but you were smarter and more thoughtful than him. Stepping into a hospital with cameras around every square inch of the building and high security would be like locking himself in a cell.

You could see his wheels turning, trying desperately to find a solution to ease your mind before he let go of the pressure on your hand to check in on the cut. "It does actually seem to be slowing down a bit, but it looks pretty deep. Even if it closes on its own it's going to keep ripping open." He sighed.

You could tell he was contemplating the most morally correct option. He could do this himself and it would be fine, or he could encourage you to seek medical help and you'd have a not so fun night in the emergency room by yourself.

"Please" You pleaded, tears pooling in your lash line. "Georgia hates me, I have no family here, and I don't feel comfortable going with any of my other friends. We both know you can't step foot into a hospital."

"Can I ask what exactly you're afraid of?" Steve questioned gently, one of his hands still squeezing yours while the other rubbed up and down your arm to try and comfort you.

"I had a lot of really bad nights by myself at Greenwood medical." You started, unsure of how much you actually wanted to confess because you hated the way people looked at you when they found out. But Steve, maybe he would be different. Maybe he wouldn't look at you that way. "My ex-boyfriend he... wasn't very nice. And going there just reminds me of all of those times I was there alone because of him and I just- I can't go there."

His eyes softened, and his eyebrows tried hard to hide his inward emotion but he was still sympathetic. There was not much detail, but he got it now. He was done asking questions until you were ready to tell him more, and he was going to make sure you didn't have to step one single foot anywhere alone tonight.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." He sympathized, still rubbing your arm. "I have a lot of first aid supplies at home, I think I can make it work. I have a few things we can try before I sew it up, but just in case I do have a sterile needle."

You quickly nodded, accepting his offer to play doctor for you. "I'll just clean up the kitchen really quick-"

"No" He giggled as you started sitting up. "You stay here and keep putting pressure on it , I'll clean up the kitchen then take you to my house."

"I'll be fine" you insisted, but as you fully sat up a whole new wave of dizziness hit you once more.

"Just stay here." He smiled, wrapping your hand up with lots of gauze and tying cotton wrap around it as tightly as he could. "I'll be right back."

He disappeared through the kitchen door way, leaving you to lean your head back against the wall and take in some deep breaths to calm yourself down. You could hear the fridge opening and closing, the three compartment sink running, and the contents of the sanitizer bucket being dumped out before he came back to you.

He handled you with such tenderness and care as he helped get you into the car and back to his place. You didn't really even have a chance to process the new environment you were in as he urgently rushed you up the stairs and sat you on top of the en suite bathroom counter with your hand dripping blood over the sink.

He started rummaging through the cabinet and advising you to look away once more before he snapped on a new pair of gloves and aided the best way he knew he could.

Through the whole ordeal he told you exactly what he was doing before he did it, let you squeeze his hand as he sanitized it as you both knew the stinging was going to hurt like hell, then at the very end he was just as happy as you were that a bit of super glue and some butterfly closure bandages saved you from that sterile needle he told you about.

When all was said and done, it was nearing 10pm and he could just see the emotional and physical exhaustion dripping off of you. So the second the final wrapping was secured on you hand and he knew you were on the road to a smooth recovery, he gently raised the back of it to his mouth and gave it an exaggerated kiss just to make you smile.

"All better?" He asked, your eyes opening to look at him when you felt his mustache tickle your skin.

"Thank you, Doctor Rogers" You softly smiled, not having much energy left. "Your services are greatly appreciated."

"It's easy to be a great doctor when you have a great patient" He admitted. "I'm sorry, I know that hurt. On a scale of one to ten, how much of an asshole do you think I am now?"

"Zero" Your smile stretched beyond what you thought was possible. "Far less painful than the alternative."

"Good, that's all I could've hoped for." He let go of your hand. "Are you okay?"

Though the question was played off as surface level, you knew what he was really asking. Instead of answering the question with a lie, or forcing yourself into the emotional intimacy of telling the truth, you simply stuck your arms out for a hug.

He didn't hesitate to step between your legs and let you lean forward onto him before he protectively wrapped his arms around you.

The two of you stayed there for a while, but he didn't mind one bit. He ate up every second of it considering human contact in the past year of his life was few and far in between before meeting you.

"Why do you have so much first aid?" You questioned with your chin resting on his shoulder, arms happily keeping him close.

"Nat, Wanda, Sam... they all know exactly where I am. If they need a place to hide away I just want to be prepared." He explained. "Just in case something happens."

"You're a good man, Steve." You told him confidently. Somehow, talking about your hard realities felt easier like this. Being so close yet not having to see the worried facial expressions of each other as you talk about it. "Does Tony know?"

"Yeah" his voice broke, almost as if he was whispering. "He knows Bucky is in Wakanda too. He knows I broke everyone out of the raft, and didn't do anything about it when he got the call. Even if he hates me, I think there's a part of him that understands why I had to do what I did."

"How is Bucky doing?" You questioned.

"They cured him" Steve told you. "I got to talk to him yesterday. He's doing good, but even though the winter soldier is gone he has a lot of healing to do."

"Does it make you happy when you get to talk to them?" You asked knowing how much guilt he held onto.

"It does, I get a lot of peace of mind. It seems like everyone is making the time to work on themselves. Do things they've always wanted to do but haven't gotten to yet because avenging got in the way." He explained as he relaxed into you once more.

With each honest answer, you found yourself wanting to be more honest with him too.

"How about you?"

"I'm doing better. I slept through the night last night- anxiety levels are starting to creep down. I feel like I'm starting to accept that Captain America isn't who I am anymore, and that's okay." His answer sounded genuine to you. "So, I ask you again. Are you okay?"

"I wasn't." You confessed. "For a very long time, I was in a very bad place. I thought I was doomed to a lifetime of never being able to move on from how he hurt me. But I got there, and I'm doing a lot better. It's just sometimes things happen that remind me of how bad it really was, and it makes me panic out of fear of feeling how I used to. But I'm okay now."

"Where is he now?" Steve tightened his grip on you, nestling the side of his head into yours.

“Arizona"

"Do you want me to drive to Arizona and cut off his dick?" Steve offered, earning a heavenly laugh from you.

"It's okay, all that drive time isn't worth three inches." You smiled.

He laughed right in your ear before letting out a sigh. "You're right, three inches is more embarrassing than nothing at all."

You slowly let go of him and leaned back against the mirror, though Steve didn't feel ready to stop touching you yet so his hands make their way to the sides of your thighs.

"You're so sleepy" He grinned, being unable to hide how adorable he truly thought it was.

"I've been up since 4 this morning, of course I'm sleepy." You agreed.

"I'm mad at you, by the way." He stated with a sigh, mischievously raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah? What'd I do?" You questioned, hyper-aware of his warm hands squeezing your legs.

"You make me enjoy your company so much that no matter how much time we spend together it's never enough." Steve explained. "And when you leave? I miss you. Why did you do that to me?"

"M'sorry." You apologized disingenuously. "What are you going to do about it? Call the police?"

"Mhm, report you for harboring a fugitive." He joked.

"How dare you?" Your eyebrows playfully furrowed and your lips tugged upwards. "Then what would happen to my stupidity handsome fugitive? I'm pretty sure he survives off of chocolate chips and almond croissants. He'd wither away without the bakery"

"He'd have to run far, far away. Find a new bakery in a different town and cry over how lame the almond croissants are compared to yours."

"How do I keep you from dialing 911?" You asked. "How could I possibly spare you from a dull life full of mediocre pastry?"

"It's simple, just stop making me miss you so much." He shrugged.

"I think that's something you'll have to work on within yourself, sweet cheeks."

"Bucky did always say I have quite the knack for becoming far too attached to the people around me." Steve explained. "But this? This was never supposed to happen. Not when I told myself I wouldn't trust anyone until I could figure out how to absolve my criminal status."

"Well told myself I'd never let another man sneak his way into my heart, but here we are." You shrugged, cheeks warming at your own words.

"Is that what's happening?" Steve asked.

"We're either living in a cloudy bubble of naïveté, or maybe we were both supposed to end up right here, right now." You sleepily let your thoughts spew out of your mouth.

You watched the well oiled gears in his brain turn and crank until he deflated. "I really care about you."

"But?" You asked, feeling your heart sink to your stomach.

"I'm going to have to leave one day." He reminded you. "I don't want to hurt you like that."

"I know that." You nodded as you took his hand into your non injured one. "But you've been on the run for almost a year now, Steve. That's a whole year of your life that you'll never get back just because you don't know where you'll have to go or what you'll have to do next. Tell me, how much longer do you think you'll have until you leave Greenwood?"

"I don't know." He whispered, trying to understand your point.

"How long until you're forgiven?"

"I don't know."

"How long until the world needs their Steve Rogers back?"

"I don't know."

"How long has it been since we've been dancing around whatever is going on here just because time is so uncertain?" You laced your fingers with his, and his thumb nervously traced stripes into the back of your hand.

"Since the moment I saw you." He admitted, cheeks glowing pink.

"It's been a long time. A really long time. Months" You reminded him. "Whether we have a whole life time ahead of us, or only five more minutes, I'd rather spend the rest of my time with you being genuinely happy instead of dully dancing around the inevitable."

"Are you going to hate me when I go?" He questioned softly. You could see the concern smeared across his face. The fear flooded his eyes and sunk his eyebrows, he really couldn't handle one more person he loves hating him.

"Nothing could make me hate you." You denied. "I understand that this can't be forever, and that's okay. I just want it for now."

His free hand made its way up to your hair before gently pulling the strands that didn't quite make it into your ponytail away from your face and behind your ear.

Thoughts were firing out of every corner of his mind and ricocheting off every surface they could. It caused a chaotic sea of emotions, and paralyzed him with lack of words as the only outcome he could think of in this moment was closing his eyes and leaning forward hoping you'd meet him halfway.

And you did. His hand traveled along with your movements, caressing the side of your face as your soft lips met his.

The kiss was long, gentle, and sweet. Both of you couldn't remember the last time butterflies filled your stomach that didn't involve cutting it really close in hand to hand combat or just barely escaping a man that wanted to do you harm.

Most people loved to offer unsolicited advice when they learned of the situation with your ex. They all advised you, butterflies aren't some romantic feeling that was meant to sweep you off your feet, it was anxiety warning you to run.

But this, this was different. They were calm, slow flutters that made you feel so warm and relaxed that running wasn't even an option. You were more so melting into his hands like a popsicle on a hot summer day, you felt like the chunks of butter atop a crumble in the oven; slowly melting and turning a good thing even better.

When you mutually pulled away because the unfortunate human need to breathe was just too much, your foreheads and noses stayed pressed together.

"I think you're braver than me." Steve admitted, thou could hear the sadness in his voice.

"Why is that?"

"You've already accepted that this can't be forever, yet I already miss you even when you're right in front of me." His throat felt like it was closing, and his heart was slowly being ripped apart in his chest.

You kissed his lips once more, then again, and again. "I'll miss you too, but we shouldn't keep wasting such a good thing while it's right in front of us. Our time together is so precious, we have a chance right now to make the most out of it." He kissed you this time, then you continued. "Sunflowers still grow when the moon is out."

"I don't know if I would still be surviving this without you." The confessions wouldn't stop flowing passed his lips at this point. "I guess that makes you my sunflower in the dark."

"You'll make it home one day." You pulled your forehead off of his. "You'll be forgiven, you'll get your family back, and when it happens I'll still be cheering you on."

"I'll tell them all about Greenwood, and how I risked everything for a sweet little baker that catches falling knifes and hides away criminals." His sadness started to dissolve when he saw how yours never arrived.

It did, but you did a good job hiding it for the sake of his own mind.

"I'm not hiding away a criminal, I'm hiding away my best friend. Big difference."

His smile stretched impossibly wide. "They'll never believe me, by the way. All of them will make jokes about it until I find my way back to you and they see it with their own eyes."

"If that's the case, you'll need to fill me in on what kind of desserts Avengers like to eat because I'll have to win them over somehow." A yawn took over the end of your words.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" Steve questioned.

You shook your head. "Don't want to miss you that much."

"Okay, then how does Cars 2 and some real cuddles this time sound?"

"Like a dream come true." You smiled before taking another opportunity to steal a kiss.

"Come on, let's get you cozy." He offered you a hand to help you off the counter.

You both changed into some cozier clothes after he found you a shirt and some sweatpants of his that might've had a fighting chance at staying on your body. It earned a good laugh when you had to roll up the waistband a few times and tie the drawstring tight, but your efforts to still look a little cute in a super soldiers clothes were diminished when his shirt swallowed you whole.

Although Steve's clothes looked much better on him, you couldn't even begin to deny how comfortable you were as you slipped into his bed in his surprisingly well decorated bedroom and found yourself wrapped up in him once more.

"Tomorrow I'll help you change the bandages on your hand and drive you to work." He exclaimed while running his fingers through your hair that was now out of its ponytail and flowing freely.

"That's some real princess treatment." You drowsily mumbled, soaking in his body heat.

"I'm pretty sure that's the bare minimum of human decency." Steve challenged.

"I told the girls that I got injured at work and that I'll be going in late." You informed. "We can sleep in."

"Good, you deserve more than 12 hours between workdays."

"Nobody in the entire world would be able to wake me up before the sun if this is what I'm falling asleep to." You smiled as your eyelids were forcing you to keep them shut.

"I'm happy to have you here" Steve kissed the top of your head.

"I'm so happy to be here." You reaffirmed. "Goodnight, honey."

"Sweet dreams, Sunflower."

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