#i forgot daisy's last name

[i-love-orion]

INCOMING STICKER HAUL

me??? buying a new sketchbook just to have an excuse to get more stickers??? never!!!

Another sticker haul from @potato-lord-but-not ‼️‼️‼️

(thanks for the extra doodle!!!)

i got the Jon, Martin, and Daisy stickers from the tma batch 1, a bunch of will wood stickers, a good omens sticker, and a jhariah sticker

#stickers!!!!!!!!! #orion speaks #stickers #tma #tma podcast #good omens #will wood and the tapeworms #will wood #jhariah #jon sims #martin blackwood #i forgot daisy's last name #daisy tonner

[spatiotemporal]

magmagmagmagmag

#tma #melanie king #basira hussain #jonathan sims #georgie barker #fark i forgot daisys last name... #daisy tonner #idk how ppl tag her pn here who give a shit #skirt jon hopping... letting him party before it all goes to shet #yatchuart

[its-arson-time]

hey arson. thoughts on tma? or alice daisy specifically.

hate that shit and especially alice daisy tonner

#arson screams #arson answers #arsons frens #sunshinetrinket #WAIT I FORGOT TO PUT SAGES NAME IN THE TAGS ON THE LAST ONE #ask game #i had to stop myself from putting 🫶🫶🫶🫶 after alice daisy tonner

[bonefall]

Okay so a convo made me remember that Icecloud and Foxleap become apprentices 4-5 moons after the three, which means Ferncloud either had four litters so the three could nurse while also having kits so much younger than them, or she just so happens to have milk despite not having kits OR her last litter was really held back. Mostly bringing this up because obviously Squilf and Leaf still can't nurse the three in BB and I was curious if Ferc was still going to nurse them since I know you gave away her last litter or if someone else will do that or if there's a definite answer for this detail yet.

Daisy did it! Her kits were recently weaned, but Sorreltail at the time was nursing FOUR kittens. That's a lot for one suckler to handle, so Daisy would help out which kept her milk coming.

So Daisy has it handled. Ferncloud is still reeling from horrifically losing THREE children in a short period of time. At this moment in time, she didn't feel ready for more.

But, anyway! Foxleap and Icecloud are NOT DustFern kittens in BB. They were shuffled. This is because Ferncloud has waaaay too few surviving kittens while Brightheart and Sorreltail exploded the gene pool. Their kits in BB are;

Dustpelt x Ferncloud:

Spiderleg (ALIVE)

Shrewpaw (Car accident while chasing a pheasant; Squilf's guardian angel)

Lurchkit (Destruction of the White Hart)

Hollykit (Ditto)

Birchfall (ALIVE)

Seedpaw (Drowned)

Lilyheart (ALIVE)

Ferncloud is the Educator of ThunderClan until her death in TBC. She lives long enough to confront her little brother, Ashfur, who is now from a younger litter. Dustpelt died in the Battle of the True Eclipse, while defending his last litter from Dark Forest warriors.

Additionally, Spotfur and Duststripe (prev. Sorrelstripe) are now Birchfall's kittens, in trade for Dovewing and Ivypool to go into the Firekin family. Toadstep is also still alive; the husband of Lionblaze.

Lilyheart hasn't had any kittens yet, though. I'm still holding on to Leafshade and Honey...something i forgot her name. ThunderClan is already pretty full of cats and she really didn't need to have them so young. Plus, she got seriously traumatized from how Seedpaw died, and she's the sort of mature person to realize she doesn't want to be responsible for young lives when that's still affecting her.

Brightheart x Cloudtail

Whitewing (alive)

Foxleap (Battle of the True Eclipse)

Icecloud (Born after the BOTTE, named after Iceheart, alive)

Snowbush, Ambermoon, and Dewnose all still exist, but were adopted to other couples! They're going to show up in other Clans. Cloud and Bright kept a single kitten from each litter.

Foxleap is probably going to be younger than he is in-canon, because I feel like he often gets lost in the massive Po3 Apprentice Generation. So, he'll be somewhere between Po3 and OotS, interacting with Dovewing and Ivypool as they grow up.

Icecloud, also shuffled in age, is also going to end up with a bigger role in AVOS-era stuff, he's transmasc and a fast friend of Alderheart when he joins ThunderClan after being raised by his mother Jessy as a kittypet. Him and Lilyheart make up Alderheart's misfit friend group.

(In general I think ThunderClan feels less bloated if the births are spaced out better.)

Sorreltail x Brackenfur

Cinderheart (Alive; travelling with Fallenleaf)

Honeysnake (survived the adder; killed in the BOTTE)

Poppyfrost (Alive; inventor of gardening)

Molepaw (Greencough... angel name is Moleflight and he is constantly fighting Jayfeather)

JUST having the infamous Brackenfour. No more; BB!Brackenfur was killed in the Battle of the FALSE Eclipse at the end of Po3. Sorreltail is living for a MUCH longer time; she's still around in the current arc, preparing to retire as Head of Kitchen Patrol.

#better bones au #I feel like Icecloud is an oversized hoodie kind of transmasc #(Shooting homesign pawspeak) YO MISTA WHITE...wing #White signs back 'we need to cook.' Scene comically cuts to them doing bbq

[a-b-riddle]

A Simple (Mis) Understanding Chapter One: Location, Location, Location

John

"MacTavish," It had been about three months since the 141 had returned from our last OP. It had been a rough one and, although, we had all come back alive, we didn't come back unscathed. And we all had to thank a pretty little IT 'expert' to thank for that. Stupid fucking Omega...

"Usually I'm the one calling you. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I threw back the amber colored liquor, finishing the last of my latest bottle. It seemed all I had in my free time was drinking myself into an early grave.

Good.

"Care for a hunting trip, Cap'n?" Johnny's tone was playful, which was almost always never a good sign. MacTavish could seek out trouble like a bloody bloodhound. 

"What d'ya have in mind?" I humored. I had come home to a sedentary life style. Any ideals I had about settling down, extinguished. I wasn't as young as I used to be, but I'm still too into the fight to retire now. So whatever Johnny had in mind, surely must be something worth at least entertaining.

"A pretty little flower." He says and I swear I can almost hear the see the smirk on his face. "Stands at about five foot three. Has a knack for stabbing a man in the back right after suckin' 'im dry."

Daisy.

"You got a lead then I take it?" I try to stifle the anger as I feel it beginning to bubble. Every Alpha instinct is telling me to track, hunt, kill. Before, every biological urge I had toward our flower was to protect, keep, and fuck until she forgot her own bloody name. Now, I wasn't so sure I could stand the sight of her long enough to get the answers I wanted-- needed-- before absolutely tearing her to fucking shreds. 

"Aye." He confirmed. "Wanted to see if you were up for it before I called the lads."

"How polite."

"You're still, Cap'n."   "And I know you had more..." There was a shift in his tone. Unease as he tried to find the words, but couldn't. He couldn't. None of us could. Because none of us could describe what had happened with Daisy. Betrayal is too gentle of a word, too short and modest of a word to describe what she had done to us; hell, me. Johnny cleared his throat. Clearly uncomfortable and wanting to retract the beginning of whatever statement he had intended on making.  "Join me to settle an old debt, ye?" 

I didn't need to think twice about Johnny's officer. An opportunity to finish what we started back in Austria. I didn't regret stopping Johnny as much as I did not getting the answers I needed before the little bitch disappeared like a damn thief in the night. Now was the chance. Not only revenge for what we had been through, but the betrayal she had put us through. Jeopardizing not only the 141, but the few loved ones we had. My mum, MacTavish's sisters, Garrick's entire fucking family and the little solace that Simon had. A peace of mind knowing if he wanted to start living again, he could. All of it was almost lost. 

"You got eyes on our-" No. She wasn't ours anymore. Not our girl. Not our flower. Sure as fuck never our Omega. "On her."

"I got an address." If he noticed my pause, he didn't say anything. For that I'm grateful. I can't be weak again because some of doe-eyed little Omega. One who whispered sweet lies about how good my knot felt and all the things she wanted in life. Things we-I- wanted.  "Had an old contact have her name pop up. Hen is too fucking dense to make sure to use an alias especially considering she stayed on our side of the pond."

Don't really plan on going home after this. Not really anything waiting for me back there except some student debt. She had hid the pain of having no family well, but, now after everything, nothing seemed genuine. Every kiss, every touch, every smile and laugh she had thrown my way was now tainted.

Now it was time to bury it all.

"I'll call Garrick." That was all the confirmation Johnny would get out of me. I didn't want to seem too eager to finally get my hands on her. I needed to be collected. Level headed. I was the Alpha. I was the one my team looked to for guidance. I had already failed them once. I damn sure wouldn't be doing it again. "I'll let you convince Riley to come along."

"Lettin' me call in the boogeyman?" Johnny was smiling again. Could fucking hear it in his voice. He was the one who had probably fallen the hardest for the little bitch. Indulging him in soft touches and soothing his temper. Probably the same reason he had put a barrel to her forehead the moment she had admitted to it.

I was going to tell you. She had tried to excuse her delay as if that were the issue. I just didn't know how to tell you. But can you blame me? Yes. We could. And we did. For the shitty last seven months. For the constant worry all of us had for having to pull our mind out of the mission to worry about what was going on back home.

Her tears didn't save her. Only until Laswell came in raising an absolute bloody stink. Claims of how the very audacity to potentially injure an Omega on her team could cost her career. Fuck her career.

"Send me the details." I pulled another bottle off the shelf. Promising myself it would be the last one I had until I finally pulled that weed of a woman out of existence. Killing her meant I could finally move on. Find someone, certainly not a fucking Omega, to settle down with. I could heal from the heartbreak I would never admit to. It would be the ending that we all needed.

"Will do Cap'n." Johnny didn't wait for my dismissal before he hung up. He was just as ready for a hunt as I was.

#captain john price #john soap mactavish #john price #simon ghost riley #ghost #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #omegaverse #angst #betrayal

[ariasdistress]

sweet girls love sweet coffee.

pairing: bimbo!fem reader x stalker!tyler

warnings: heavy nsfw, stalking, dubcon, all around mature themes

word count: 841

© to ariasdistress. no translations/reposts

୨ part 1 ୧

you were new to town yet the weathervane seemed familiar. surrounded by an all encompassing feeling of comfort - maybe it was the aroma of coffee in the air or the knowledge that the cafe resided in a tiny town on the outskirts of jericho. in your mind, it was nothing short of intimate.

but little did you know, while you were admiring the scene outside, the tall male behind the counter was admiring you.

for tyler, a light crush quickly turned darker.. his world tilted on it's axis when you floated in. midday, mindless and dazed. your head was buried in a copy of metamorphosis with dark locks framing your face, heels clicking together as you wandered over to the counter.

you scrunched your eyebrows together before turning the page. tyler smiled to himself as he found your expression adorable - ‘bookworm barbie’ the thought amused him, only to look up and find you squinting at the menu.

almond shaped eyes scanned the variety of drinks above tyler’s head through wispy lashes. your plump lips looked bitten and rosy while you lifted your dark cherry red nails to play with the soft curled hair framing your face perfectly. the male in front of you was more than mesmerised.

“our drink of the day is a peach green tea lemonade” tyler flashed a smile, unconsciously intent to hear your voice.

“huh? oh.. um i forgot my glasses haha..”, you sounded apologetic almost. your voice raspy and laced with femininity.

his eyes creeped down a little. he knew you weren’t here to be ogled but that lacy black bra - peeking under that low cut daisy dress of yours was making it hard for him.

examining your body lower, lewd thoughts ran berserk through his head. what if he ripped off that tiny dress with his rough pale hands, making a mess of you. he wanted to hear your enchanting voice call his name like a prayer as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

“sorry.. i’ll just grab a cookie.” to him, you didn’t dress nor look like the typical sheepish nymph. however your actions were good-natured despite your dark almost promiscuous demeanour. as if you didn’t want to be known as a good girl.

day by day, you came in more and more - tyler knew the coffee was better because he made sure it was. purchasing the best coffee grain in the area so his book obsessed doll would come back, and like fate you did.

little by little, tyler started obsessively fixating over you. small things such as remembering your favourite order turned into putting a mini tracker in your drink. now knowing you two live close turned into lurking outside your apartment after your classes.

as if it was for him, you always took a shower after class getting out with only a tiny towel covering around your dainty frame, you always forgot to close the curtains.

‘naive little bimbo, doesn’t even know i’m watching.’ your phone fell from your hands as you bent over, light pink panties exposed. unbeknownst to you tyler was in a trance, hands ghosting over his zipper knowing only the glass separating the pair of you.

the tall male felt himself getting harder, his cock now pushing against his jeans. he palmed himself, eyes attached to the scene - your towel rising as you walked around innocently; your soft thighs and ass jiggling as you moved.

now leaning against the tree, tyler's cock used the friction of his jeans against his hand. a string of whispered profanities left his lips, feeling pre-cum dripping down his length. his eyes started darkening, following beads of water dripping down your chest.

the sun was setting - his green orbs stuck looking at your towel slipping slightly when you sat on your couch, achingly close to exposing your tits. he let out one last deep groan his eyelids fluttered as he finished. lowly chuckling at the mess you caused in his jeans, not even knowing you were being watched.

bambi eyes glanced up at tyler, “can i get a mocha frappé today ty” you dragged the end of his name, your voice was almost tempting. he scrambled shyly trying to make the drink as best he could. however, tyler was distracted, knowing the pretty face behind him was going to leave after this drink was made.

just then, an idea crept into his brain.

“hey i’m not a stalker or anything but i know you’re new to town” he spoke, the sentiment almost comical to him.

“do you have a job yet y/n? we’re hiring here” gently handing you the drink, extra sweetness lacing his voice.

“haha don’t worry you’re not creepy ty! sure i’d love to work here!” tyler displayed a lovable grin. A part of him found it cute, how unconscious you were to his constant stalking and the other part of him wanted to yell in celebration.

his precious doll couldn't leave him now, you had to be with the perverted male everyday. tyler was giddy just thinking about the opportunities to touch, feel, be anywhere near you being infinite. if a heaven existed to him, it would be this.

author’s notes: hi this is my favourite concept yet, i really like the dynamic of doting boss x reader, i also fucking love stalkers so you get this conglomerate fic.. hope everyone enjoys! i’ll be posting part 2 soon.. thank you for reading! aria. ᥫ᭡

#tyler galpin #wednesday #wednesday tyler #dark fic #dark!tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x reader #wednesday 2022 #wednesday smut #stalking #stalking fantasy #tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin fanfic #tyler galpin imagine #dark fanfiction #tyler galpin x you #tyler galpin x y/n

[fluffysucker]

6. Help my lifeless frame to breathe

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

A/N: Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female.

I hope you are enjoying the story so far. Also. I hope I didn’t disappoint with this chapter

Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me  

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Bucky couldn't concentrate on anything, trying to remember how he got here in the first place.

He had an important meeting today. A potential deal that could make him lots of profit. He was nervous but knew he could handle it. He was good at this.

The clients showed up on time, and the meeting was going great. He didn't pay much attention to the woman; he didn't care to remember her name. She had been eyeing him ever since she walked in. He was being professional.

The meeting went well. They were able to get the deal for an even higher profit than he thought.

Maybe that would explain how he got here. He met with this woman, whom he found out was called Daisy, in a café shop close to the office. Celebrating the deal, maybe.

The woman seemed nice enough. She was the one to ask him out. He decided now would be a great time to listen to all his friends and family. Move on.

But he couldn't. He was barely listening to what she was saying. It felt wrong. Everything about this felt wrong for him. Him on a date with a woman who asked him out, and he didn't turn it down immediately because he was taken. But he wasn't anymore. That's why he had to move on.

His thoughts stopped abruptly. Daisy put her hand on his, creasing it smoothly. The touch was so foreign that he almost flinched. The touch was so small, but it was unwelcome from him. Daisy was clearly flirting, implementing something more serious than a small touch.

And he tried. He tried to go along but failed. He couldn't. He didn't want her. He didn't want any women. He only wanted one. You

Bucky wanted to hold you last night. Talk to you about the deal. Let you sooth his nerves and comfort him. You were the first person he wanted to call and share the news with. He wanted to celebrate with you. And the fact he couldn't was killing him.

Then it hit him. He wanted you. No, he needed you. He couldn't do this. He couldn't be with other women. It was only you.

It was like everything was finally making sense. He had to fix what he had broken. He shouldn't move on. He should be at home with you and the kids, begging for your forgiveness.

This wasn't working for him anymore. The life he thought he wanted, he absolutely despised. He was miserable. He had to put an end to this.

"Bucky." Surprise was clear in your voice. You just got home and were waiting for the kids to return from school, and he was supposed to be at work.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" Bucky looked distraught despite his collected nature. Did something happen to the kids?

"The kids are fine. I want to talk to you." He read through your mind. He almost forgot you only ever want to talk when it’s stuff regarding the kids.

You nodded and moved to the side of the door to let him in. He looked nervous about coming in but got inside anyway.

"Is everything okay?" You asked, concern filling your voice. He was acting weird.

"No. Nothing is okay." He waited for a second before he gave his answer.

You looked at him, confused and worried, ready to offer your help if you could. He let out the breath he was holding.

"Nothing has been okay ever since we broke up."

It was now or never. He was done being a coward. He was done letting his mind control him. Ruining his life.

"Bucky." You were not going down there again. You just got hold of your life. Gained a bit of normality. The pain wasn't suffocating you as much.

"No. You have to listen to me." Bucky understood why you wouldn't want to listen. But he wasn't giving up this time.

"You're the love of my life. The best thing that ever happened to me. The shining star in my darkness. The warmth to the coldness inside me. The lullaby for my loud, noisy thoughts. The music of my existence. You are my everything. "

"I messed up. I messed up big. I thought this wasn't what I wanted. I let my demons make the decisions for me. It's not true. It was never true."

"You are what I need. You complete me in ways I didn't know were possible. You saved me from myself. You bring me life. You're my life."

"I want to come home to you. I want to hold you and tell you how much you really mean to me. I want to be your husband. Your man. It's what I was meant to be."

"Bucky, you married me because our friends bet whether you were going to propose or not. You liked the challenge of people thinking you could never settle down. And now you are done." You were starting to make peace with it all. You always knew who Bucky was. It was sweet to think you were different. But you weren't. And you are working on that.

"No. I'm not." It hurt Bucky, knowing how this situation made you think—how it made you think his love for you wasn't as big as the ocean.

You were about to say something, but he cut you off. He wasn't going to let you, too, believe the lies his brain told him.

"I married you because I love you. I knew that if I didn't, thousands of men would. I married you because you were the only thing I could think about. Filling my days and nights with colors and light. I married you because I wanted to have this life with you."

"And I'm sorry that my brain tricked me into thinking I didn't. I did. I wanted this. Every inch of this life that I had with you, I wanted. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you."

"I'm sorry I ever thought it wasn't." It felt like waking up. Finally, he admitted the truth: All his doubts were nothing.

He was going to make up for his mistakes.

"9 years ago, I got on one knee and asked you to marry me, to be mine, and to let me love you forever."

"This time, I will get on both knees for you." Bucky kneeled to the ground on his knees in front of you. Hesitantly, putting his around your waist. Begging you with eyes to stay and don't push him

"Forgive me, please. Forgive the idiot I am. Forgive how stupid I can be. I'm sorry I shut you out. Made you think it was you. It never was. It has always been me. I never deserved you, but I swear nobody could love you more."

"I'm sorry for all the pain and the hurt. I'm sorry I was the reason for your tears. I'm sorry for never treating you like the precious diamond you are. I'm sorry; I forgot what matters most. You."

"If you would take me back, I promise you I will be the best man I can be." I will make up for my mistakes and wrongs. I will take care of you. I will never push you away. I will spend my life cherishing and loving you."

"And when you get bored again?" You couldn't hide the tremble in your voice. Emotions hit you with full force. There was the one you always loved, on his knees in front of you, saying everything you ever wanted to hear and more.

"I can't get hurt again." He had to know. He had to know you couldn't go through this again.

"You won't. I won't let it happen again. I will share my feelings and worries. I will put you first. I will remember how it felt not to have you by my side. I will be the husband you deserve."

He couldn't hold back the tears anymore. It fell on his face; he needed you to forgive him. To take him back. He knew you shouldn't, that you're not a game to pick and throw away. But he would do anything. He would do whatever it took. He was already on his knees. He would do more. Whatever you want He can't live another day without you.

"Prove it." Your voice was soft, and you looked at him with gentleness.

"Prove you really want me back. That you just don't want to be back home. You want me." You're not trying to play hard to get. But you had to know for sure that it wasn't another phase. Another indecisive episode he was going through. 

"Prove, I really mean that much to you." Words were easy. You needed action this time. You needed to be sure. You needed to safety from your fears.

"Earn me." You already knew you were going to get back together. You would forgive him eventually. You loved him that much. However, Bucky had to work for it. He had to show you his love. His love for you

Bucky couldn't help but smile. He rested his head on your stomach, feeling like a stone had been lifted off his chest. There was hope for you. You didn't turn him down or throw him out of the house. You were willing to try. You were giving him an opportunity. A chance back to your heart. And God knows he would never screw it up.

He moved his head to look you in the eyes. He saw it. The light that kept him going. The hope for a new start. He got up, looking at you with determination in his eyes. Bucky was going to win you back.

"I promise you won't regret it." He had to reassure you. You made the right decision.

"Be ready by 7," Bucky said as he went to leave.

"What? Today?" You turned to him as he was moving towards the door.

"Yes. Dress nice." He was wasting time. He wasted enough.

"I can't find a babysitter now." You couldn't help but laugh. He was really serious.

"I will figure it out. See you." Bucky didn't leave you room to protest. He left the house, and the phone was already in his hand, making all the calls needed.

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[peakyltd]

Hey Daisy 🤗 If the prompt "I forgot you were like this" wasn't chosen yet, i would like to request a fic for it with Tommy 😊 I loved your story Nightmare and would like to see more of your angst! Feel free to discard in case you don't feel comfortable/don't vibe with it!

Broken | (DARK!Tommy)

A/N: Apologies that it took me a while to write your request Isa! I went with Dark!Tommy for this one so I hope that'll be enough angst 😜 I'm not so sure about the outcome tho, maybe it's a bit rushed? But I'll let you and everyone who reads this be the judge of that! The prompt can be found in bold and italics.

Tommy Shelby x reader

Warnings: Manipulation(!), narcissistic traits, threatening, neglecting, non canon. It's not a happy story overall so please don't read if those topics are triggering for you.

Word count: 3700

She was wandering trough Arrow House. The place once filled with love and warmth was now replaced with emptiness and worries.

Tommy had left once again and she didn’t know where he was or what he was doing. She didn’t care, at least that’s what she told herself. She somehow still cared, way too much for her liking. Deep down she knew that he had her wrapped tightly around his finger.

She stopped in front of a portrait of him, taking the details in. They used to be happy and he had always been a great husband to her. Now he only spoke to her when he needed her.

Slowly but surely he took things away from her, things she loved. She lost her friends and didn’t saw her family anymore. Only his but they weren’t invited often. She didn’t realize it at first until she was stuck in the house. Their house. He told her it was the best for her, that she would be safe. He probably had it all planned out.

She believed every single word and now hated herself for it. How could she be so stupid to believe him? A sigh escaped her lips as she made her way further trough the house.

How could she not, she loved him and he loved her. They were married, you don’t marry someone you don’t trust. He only did this out of love… right?

She used to be an independent woman. He told her he loved that about her. She would never let a man control her life like that. She would never until she met Tommy, the man who changed everything. Above all he had changed her.

But after today she would go back to being an independent woman. To being herself. She had talked to a lawyer in secret and had him make up the divorce papers. She was ready to leave this prison although she was scared for his reaction.

She entered his office and put the paper on his desk. She didn’t had the heart to tell him. That, and she was too afraid. She knew he would call her over and make her explain but she didn’t dare to start the conversation.

After a quick glance at the office, she left and made her way upstairs. Once she reached the last step, the front door opened. Tommy walked in. Her heart was beating fast as she carefully peeked down to where he was standing.

His shadow creeped up on the floor as he made his way to his office. He looked tired and it seemed like he had a tough night considering the number of stains on his clothing. Her heart told her to go see him, to help him but her head told her to stay right where she was.

Maybe he was injured and needed her. But if he was, he had called it upon himself. She chose to listen to her head and leave him be. She walked over to their bedroom and entered it. Her body felt tensed, she didn’t know what to expect from him.

Before she had the chance to close the door, she heard cursing coming from downstairs followed by Tommy shouting her name. “(Y/N)!” Her breath was stuck in her throat, fear washing over her. “(Y/N) come here for fucks sake!” He bellowed. She had no other choice than to face him.

Her hands were trembling when she reached the end of the stairs. Tommy stood in the doorframe of his office, anger blazing on his face. She did not dare to look at him. “What the fuck are you thinking, eh?!” He shouted at her, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside, slamming the door shut.

“Eh?!” His face was dangerously close to hers. She looked up at him, his face was battered, a few cuts decorated his frame. “I can’t live like this anymore.” She softly said, afraid that he was going to hurt her. He had never touched her but he also was never been this angry with her.

“I can’t fucking hear you!” He yelled, his eyes boring in to hers. “I can’t live like this anymore.” Her voice was louder and to her surprise steady. “You can’t live like this anymore?! And why’s that?! I give you everything you ask for! Everything!” He shouted, she could feel his breath on her face.

“I’m stuck in this house because of you. I have no one left because of you.” She tried to defend herself. “I told you why, eh?! It’s the best for you!” Tommy stepped away from her, taking his glass of whiskey he had filled before. “And that you have no one left is not my fucking fault now, is it?!”

She looked at him, tears filling her sight. “Then whose is it? Because I’ve always looked out for my friends, my family.” Tommy took a sip, hoping the burning liquid would calm him down a bit. “Perhaps you did too much.” He countered.

“How could you say that?” Tears fell down her cheeks. “How could I say that? I just found fucking divorce papers on my desk, maybe you could try to explain that first?!” His anger rose up again.

“I think they explain enough.” She cried, looking at him. Tommy lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke in her direction. “So you thought, I’d just sign ‘em? Are you out of your fucking mind?” He sneered at her.

“I’m not.” She told him, her fingers nervously played with her dress. He looked at her, nothing but anger in his eyes. “Go upstairs. You’re obviously not capable enough to have this conversation.” He harshly told her. “I am, Tommy. Don’t act like I’m some stupid woman!” She yelled at him.

He laughed humorlessly. “But you are. Now go. We talk tomorrow morning.” He waved her off. She looked at him in disbelief. “I don’t want to talk tomorrow, I want to talk now.” She discussed as she watched him sit down behind his desk. “Go.” He hissed.

“If you don’t want to talk now, I’ll leave.” She stated. He looked up at her, cocking his eyebrow up. “And go where? You just said you had no one left.”

He knew exactly how to hurt her. The tears were still falling down her cheeks as she stared at him. “Now go upstairs. Goodnight (Y/N).” He dismissed her.

She wanted to scream at him, hit him even but she just stood there. Feeling defeated after what just happened. "Wasn't I clear enough?" Tommy's low voice pulled her back from her thoughts. "You were." She simply stated as she left his office, making her way upstairs again. When she reached the bedroom, she was sobbing.

She was so disappointed in herself. She could finally tell him what she wanted but didn't. She couldn't. Maybe he was right and was it her fault that she had no one left. Was she really that clingy? Maybe that would explain why Tommy was barely there for her, maybe he was annoyed by her.

She sat down on the bed, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She was going to leave, no matter what he said. She would find someone who would help her. At least that is what she hoped for, someone who cared.

It took her a while before she started packing her belongings. She still wasn't sure what to do. There were some things she had to leave behind, she wasn't able to bring everything and when Tommy would find out she sure as hell never got it back. So she had to pack the things that were the most important to her.

She came across a gorgeous green dress and stopped to let her hand slide over the fabric. It sparkled when the light hit it. All the excitement to wear it was gone. There was an important event next week, she had been looking forward to it.

Finally she could spent some time out of the house and hopefully spent time with Tommy but after tonight he would never take her with him again.

Her thoughts were running trough her head while she held the dress until a low voice startled her. "What do you think you're doing, eh?"

Tommy was watching her. She never heard him come in. "Nothing." "Nothing? So this bag packed itself?" He asked her, as he lifted the bag from the bed. His voice was calm.

"I'm still going." She confidently told him. "I don't think you are." He sat down on the bed, holding eye contact with her. "You don't fucking own me, Tommy. You're never here in the first place and when you are, you act like I don't even exist!" Her frustration and sorrow taking over.

"Listen, lov-" "Do not call me, love!" She yelled at him. Tommy sighed. "Listen, love. You know I do this because I love you, right?" He assured her.

"If you'd really love me, you would never treat me like this!" She cried out.

She didn't want to cry again but she couldn't fight her tears anymore. Tommy stood up and embraced her. All she wanted was to fight him off but she had missed his touch for so long.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I shouldn't have said those things." He apologized to her, stroking her back.

She gave in to his embrace and softly sobbed into his chest. "You would do it again. You do it everytime." She blurted out.

Tommy let go of her and put his hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes. "It is because I love you and I want to protect you. You know that, right?"

Staring back at him, she didn't know what to say. She didn't even know what to believe anymore. "You know how my life is, love. I work hard to provide a good life for you but it's dangerous. So I rather put myself in danger than you." He explained. "Without me you wouldn't be where you are now."

"Maybe that would be better." She sniffled, her eyes scanning his face. It didn't seem like he was lying, maybe he really wanted the best for her.

"I don't think it would. Now come, you should get ready for bed. You don't want to look tired tomorrow when Pol comes over, do you?" He changed the subject ever so swiftly.

"And next week, you'll look amazing in this dress." He added as he tapped the green dress softly. "I'm not going Thomas." She began. "It's not even up for discussion (Y/N). You're going. If the evening goes well, I might sign the papers if that's what you want."

The minute he brought up the divorce, her hope had flared up. "You would?" She asked him, her voice soft. "If you go and behave, then yes." He assured her, stroking her cheek. "You wouldn't want to ruin our night, eh?"

"No." She answered him shortly. "Then go to bed and do your best." He had her right where he wanted.

The week had been very differently. Tommy was much kinder to her, took her out for dinner multiple times and even sat down to attentively listen to her and her worries. He apologized to her and told her that he loved her. She finally felt heard by the man she loved.

On the morning of the event she was woken up by Tommy who was standing at the edge of the bed with a huge bouquet of red roses. She sat up, confused by his sudden gesture. "I wanted to genuinely apologize for my behavior ." He told her while handing her the roses. She took them carefully, the bouquet was heavy.

"Thank you." She hesitantly said, now knowing what to do with it. "Shouldn't you be working?" She asked. "I decided to spend time with my wife today. Breakfast is waiting for you downstairs. Your favorite." He answered her, his blue eyes looking in to hers. They seemed sincere.

"Is this just because of those papers?" She wondered. "It's not. You were right, I neglected you. I just want to show you that I do love you." He told her, kissing the top of her head softly. "Are you joining me for breakfast?" He asked her. "Okay. I'll get ready" She answered as she admired the roses once again.

When she walked in to the dining room, Tommy was already waiting for her. She sat down at the table and found indeed her favorite breakfast.

"You didn't put any kind of poison in this, did you?" She bluntly asked him. Tommy chuckled. "No of course not, I'm not some kind of monster."

She doubted him still. "Here let me switch." He said as he swapped their plates and ate some of her previous plate. She finally gave in and started eating her breakfast.

"I get that you don't trust me (Y/N) but I want to make it up to you. Even though you might've already made up your mind." He grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly. "I promise you I'll change."

He told her many things but never these words. She hoped he was sincere with her this time because despite everything he did, he still had her heart. He was apparently the only one in her life that still cared for her.

He had planned out their day already, first they went horse riding together. It was relaxing to be back in the nature with her favorite horse. They stopped at the spots her and Tommy visited often back in the days, reminiscing old, happy memories.

When they arrived home, Tommy had made sure lunch was prepared for them. They enjoyed the lunch, even had a few laughs. It made her feel happy, like he was really trying to change for her. Finally.

“Would you like to go out for a walk?” He had asked her. “Oh... yes, okay.” She wasn’t used to this kind attention anymore, or any kind of attention in general. “Come on then.” Tommy stood up and reached out for her hand, she happily took it.

Once they arrived back home, it was time to get ready for the event. Many important people would be there so they had to look perfect.

She had put on her dress, had done her hair and was now applying her make up. Thoughts of the day going trough her head, almost forgetting what she had to endure these past months.

“Can I come in?” Tommy asked, opening the door slightly. “You can.” She answered. He entered their bedroom and stopped behind her. “I’ve got something for you.” He said, making her turn around.

“You got something for me? You already gave me roses today.” She said. “I know but I knew you’d like it the moment I saw it.” He replied, holding a square box in front of him.

“But before I give it to you, I want to tell you that I’m sorry for everything. Really. You are the love of my life, you have been ever since I layed eyes on you. I couldn’t imagine a life without you.” He told her passionately, he pressed his lips on hers once he finished his sentence.

She returned the kiss. It was sweet and soft, it had been such a long time that he showed her affection. His words had hit her hard. She knew he was speaking the truth, he would never lie about those things.

“I forgot you were like this.” She softly said. “I’ll do better. I promise.” He told her as he gave her the gift.

“Now open it.” He demanded softly. She opened the box, revealing a beautiful diamond necklace. A gasp escaped her mouth. “Oh my god Tommy it’s beautiful.”

“Would you let me?” He asked as looked at the necklace. “Yes of course.” She smiled. He took the necklace and carefully clasped it around her neck. “Now everybody can see you’re mine.” He smiled, pressing a kiss in her neck.

“As if they didn’t already know.” She stated as she got up. “I think I’m all ready for tonight then.” She looked up at him.

“One more thing before we go.” He said, moving over to the fireplace. “What might that be?” She asked excitedly, wondering what he was up to. Tommy took papers out of his suit pocket and unfolded them.

“These papers." He showed her the divorce papers. "What are we going to do with them?” He asked her as he pretended to read them, walking slowly over to the fireplace. “I-“ The words got stuck in her throat. “I don’t know.”

“Let me ask this differently.” Tommy said as he looked at her. The kindness in his eyes had made place for a cold, hard stare. “Do we burn these papers or do we keep them?”

“Tommy…please.” She pleaded, now knowing what to do. “Keep in mind what I did for you these past days, love. You can’t betray me after everything I did for you.” He simply stated, showing no emotion.

“And I appreciate it, I really do.” Her voice trembled. “Then I guess I know what to do.” He said as he put the papers in the fire, he calmly watched them burn.

She watched the papers go up in the flames, the color draining from her face.. He moved over to her and grabbed her hand. “Lets go before we’re too late.”

The car ride was quiet. All her hopes of a peaceful life had faded away in the flames moments ago. She had to think of something else. Maybe the gala could be her salvation somehow.

The driver stopped the car in front of the building. Tommy got out and opened the door for her, offering his hand. She took it, not looking at him, as she got out. "Come on, love. It's a cheerful evening." He mentioned, lifting her chin with his finger.

"You look gorgeous." He complimented her. She was forced to look at him and showed him a small, fake smile. "Now let's impress some people, eh? It would be good for the company." He stated.

They linked arms and made their entrance. A few people had already recognized Tommy and before she knew the endless conversations and networking had started.

If she wanted to have a chance to escape, she had to do it tonight. Her eyes scanned the chic space, packed with people. Her heart started beating faster, it scared her but she was determined to do it. It was now or never.

"Darling, would you please excuse me?" She kindly asked Tommy who was talking to some kind of entrepreneur. Tommy looked over at her, not sure what she meant. "Are you okay?" He asked. "I just need to visit the restroom." She sweetly smiled at him.

"Alright." He spoke before returning to his conversation. She made her way trough the crowd until she found a door that led to a long hallway. She turned around to search the crowd, trying to see if anyone was following her.

She was safe. She quickly entered the empty hallway and closed the door. She ran as fast as her heels let her. When she reached the end of the hallway she found a door that led outside.

Her hand reached for the doorknob as she heard footsteps coming closer. She hid around the corner, frantically looking around in hopes of finding a better hiding spot but she didn't.

If these footsteps belonged to Tommy, she would be dead.

She held her breath, not knowing what to expect. A figure of man appeared in front of her. "Can I help you miss?" He asked politely. She looked at him, a soft gasp escaped her lips. It was a waiter.

"I-I just need to get some fresh air but the door was locked. I'm not feeling well, you see." She lied to him, hoping he would fall for it.

"Oh I'm sorry. Guests are normally not allowed here but I'll make an exception this time." He joked as he unlocked the door. "Thank you so much." She almost desperately thanked him.

"Do I need to get someone for you?" He asked her. "Oh no, you don't have to. They know I'm here." Another lie fell from her lips, she really hoped he fell for it.

She stepped outside and waited until the waiter went back to the party. If she wanted to get away from here she had to find a ride. She didn't care where to as long it was far away from the place she once called home.

Carefully she made her way around the building until she could see the cars lined up in front of it. Keeping her body close to the walls to escape the lights that were lit all around the building.

A few people were leaving already, maybe there could be an opportunity to join them.

She anxiously came closer to the front, there wasn't much to hide behind anymore.

Once she reached the front she decided to just go for it. Asking the first driver she'd see to bring her to whatever place would come to mind. She stepped away from the wall and made her way to approach the closest car.

"There you are." A man blocked her way, grabbing her wrist tightly. She looked up at him and was met with familiar blue eyes. The blue eyes that once loved her but now scared her. "I was wondering what took you so long."

He knew. He knew that she wanted to run away. To escape him. "I think we should go back inside, don't you think?" He held her wrist even tighter, a small smile on his face but a cold look in his eyes. "Eh?"

"Yes, we should." She softly agreed with him. He let go of her wrist and placed his hand on her lower back, leading her back inside. He leaned close to her ear.

"The next time you're trying something like this again..." He whispered. "I'll make sure you won’t live to see another day."

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A Baker's Dozen - Ten

Hello!

Only two more weeks of Pedro boys! I can't believe it's almost over! And I'm so happy about how many people said last week's Pero story was their first time reading a fic with him and how they loved the character. He's definitely someone who doesn't appear in fics as much as others do, but he's fun to write and he's a very different character. I loved writing him and I'd love to write another story for him!

Here's Pedro boy number eleven, please enjoy this sweetheart's visit to the bakery!

Your little bakery has two large windows out onto the street, and it gives you a good view of people walking by, especially when the bakery is quiet. This Friday morning you’re on your own in the shop, working on decorating a cake for a naming ceremony. Having an elaborate cake out on the counter, decorating it as people walk past, is good marketing you’ve realized. And it makes for excellent people watching as you straighten up from your hunched up position and stretch your back. 

This morning, from the corner of your eye, as you put your arms over your head and crack your neck, you spot a man you’re sure you’ve already seen hanging around outside the window for some a while. He’s walked past a few times and now he’s nervously hovering around the front door, glancing in through the window. As you spot him, his face breaks into a bright smile, lighting up his eyes and he raises his hand in a wave. Pointing at the door he mouths ‘Can I come in?’, his face even brighter when you nod. It’s impossible to not smile back at him, you feel your mood lifting just as by him coming in through the front door. 

“Hello, you are already open?” he asks as the door closes behind him and he comes up to the counter, still looking a bit uncertain but giving you a wide smile. There’s an accent to his voice, Italian you think, or maybe Spanish, and his caramel colored curls are perfectly swept back from his friendly face, perfectly matching the expensive looking red shirt he’s wearing. 

“Officially not until eight, but since I’m here, you’re more than welcome in,” you smile at him and wipe your hands free from the icing you’re working with. He gives you a worried frown, half turning back to the door as if to leave. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, if you’re not open yet I won’t disturb you,” he says, “I don’t want to interrupt your beautiful work.” 

“No, no, please come in, you’re not interrupting,” you say, waving him forward again, “I need a break, my hands get tired doing this for too long.”  

You smile at him as he comes up to the counter and looks at the cake you’re working on, “What can I help you with?” 

“I was intrigued by the decorations on the cake, they are real flowers?” he asks, pointing at the delicate daisy you’ve just attached to a section of the cake. 

“No, they’re made with sugar,” you explain, “I make them separately and then attach them to the cake.” 

“They look real to me,” he says with wide eyes as he leans forward and looks closer at the daisy chain trailing across the cake, “you’re a true artist, they are incredible.” 

“Thank you,” you smile. You know your sugar flowers always impress people but you never tire of hearing it. The fiddly nature of the work makes them difficult to get just right and you’re proud of your ability to make them almost lifelike. 

“I’m in town for a few days,” the man says, straightening up again and glancing over his shoulder out at the street, “A very boring conference for work, I wanted to take a walk before it starts up again, and I saw your…” he wrinkles his forehead, waving at the bread in the baskets behind you, “I forgot the word in English,” he says apologetically, “your breaderia? No, that doesn’t sound right…” 

“My bakery,” you smile, “What language do you speak?” 

“Spanish,” he replies, his bright brown eyes lighting up as he turns back to you, “It’s panadería in Spanish.” 

“Oh, a breaderia!” you giggle, “That makes sense!” 

“¿Hablas español?” he asks and you shake your head and hold up your thumb and finger half an inch apart. 

“Un poco,” you reply, “I learnt some in high school but I forgot most of it, I only know panadería because well…” you laugh and wave your hand around the bakery and he laughs with you. 

“I’m Javi, by the way,” he says, holding out his hand to you, but you hold your hand up and show him the sticky and colorful sugar stuck to them.

“Nice to meet you, Javi, but if I shake your hand I’ll make a mess. I need to go and clean up,” you say with a smile and nod towards the kitchen, “I’ll be right back, and then I can take your order, if you want to order something, that is.”

“Yes, please, I would love to try everything but I’ll try to choose only one thing,” he chuckles, scanning the display cases as you go back to the sink in the kitchen. When you come back out after a few minutes, Javi gives you an unhappy look. 

“I can’t decide, everything looks too good, you are too talented for my stomach to make it’s mind up.” 

You laugh and walk around the counter and stand next to him, “What’s your favorite flavor? Maybe I can help you narrow it down?”

“I love everything….” he says, “I was always very bad at deciding, when I was a child my cousin would get angry with me for taking too long and then he’d decide for me.” 

“Did he pick what you liked at least?” 

“No, he always picked what he liked so it was a very bad deal for me,” he looks up at you with a grin, “I’m sorry, I must sound like the most pathetic person, I assure you I can make my mind up,” he laughs. 

“You don’t sound pathetic, Javi,” you smile, “but your cousin sounds impatient.”  

“That he is…you have no idea,” he replies and turns back to the rows of baked goods with a shudder. 

“The lemon meringue pie looks very nice, and the carrot cake too,” he mumbles, leaning forward and scanning the cakes again.” 

“What’s your favorite?” you ask, “Maybe I have it, or something like it.” 

“Hmm…” Javi hums, turning back to you and frowning as he considers your question, “I think…my absolute favorite is a small cake I’ve had in Paris many times, with vanilla and rum,” he says, “they’re called canelés, do you know them?” 

“I’ve heard of them, but I’ve never had them,” you say, shaking your head and Javi’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline in surprise. 

“You’ve never had them? They are very delicious, caramel and almost crunchy on the outside, creamy vanilla and rum on the inside…” he trails off, the tip of his pink tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip as he salivates and you giggle. 

“You look like you got caught in a daydream, they’re really that good?” 

He nods and grins at you, “They really are, you should make them sometime, I know I would come and buy them all.” 

“Do you know how to make them?” you ask and he shrugs, giving you a small smile. 

“I tried a few times, following a YouTube video at home,” he says, “but I didn’t have the right thing to bake them in…and then I got distracted and…they burnt…” he gives you an embarrassed little grin, “I’m not a very good baker.” 

“Now you have me curious, Javi,” you laugh, “I need to find a recipe, come on,” you motion him to follow you back into the kitchen where you open your bookshelf, dropping down the desk to show off the rows of baking books neatly lined up. Javi trails in behind you, his smile widening as he sees your book collection. 

“So many books on baking!” he exclaims, coming over to run his fingers along the spines as you look for a specific book. 

“I have more at home,” you say, “these are mainly for more technical recipes that I need to reference. At home I have the ones I use for inspiration when I’m looking for something new to make.” 

You grab a book on French baking and pull it off the shelf, “This one I think has a recipe on canelés.” 

Javi comes to stand next to you as you place it on the desk and open the book’s index. You can smell his cologne as the warmth of his body radiates in the small space between you. He smells…expensive, a rich sandalwood scent laced with citrus and something sweet underneath that tugs at your memory as you inhale. Glancing up at him you’re met by warm brown eyes looking at you with curiosity and a small smile. 

“You…you smell good, Javi,” you stutter out, “I just noticed.” 

His smile curves up and he seems to shrug, shaking off the compliment, “Thank you, you smell good too, I was just thinking, you don’t smell like your bakery at all,” he says, a pink tinge creeping up his neck, “you smell like…” he purses his lips as he thinks for a second, “la toronja?” 

“I don’t know what that is, but I hope it’s a nice smell,” you giggle and he laughs with a nod. 

“I’m sorry, such a bad compliment when I can’t even tell you what it is,” he chuckles. 

“Describe it to me then,” you say, “I’d like to know what it is.”

“Like an orange, but bigger, and not as sweet,” Javi says, holding up his hands to show you the size. 

“Oh, a grapefruit?” you ask and he slaps his forehead. 

“Ah! Yes, a grapefruit, I knew that,” he laughs, “you smell like grapefruit, it’s very nice, you smell very nice.” 

“Thank you, it’s my body wash, it’s grapefruit scented” you smile back at him and then look down at the book again, flipping back to the index, “here, canelés,” you say and turn to the right page and Javi looks down too. 

“Oh, they take three days to make,” you say, skimming the recipe, “the batter has to rest three days in the fridge before it can bake.” You glance back at the clock on the wall, in about half an hour your morning rush will begin, you won’t have time to make the batter now. 

“I’ll have to make the batter this evening and then I can bake them on Monday, but I guess you won’t be in town then?” 

Javi shrugs next to you, “I was thinking of staying and exploring the city a little while, I can stay until Monday.”

“Ok, then I’ll have them for you on Monday afternoon. If you want, we can try them together, fresh from the oven. I'd love to get your opinion on them since I’ve never had them before,” you smile and close the book and turn to go back into the shop. 

Javi clears his throat nervously and stops you. 

“I wonder,” he says, his hands twitching at his sides and he clamps them together in front of himself, “I wonder, if maybe, I can help you in the shop today?” 

“You want to work in the shop?” you ask, your eyebrows shooting up into your hairline as Javi gives you a small smile. 

“Yes, it’s nice here, and…you seem very nice,” he says, a pink tinge creeping up his neck, “and I would like to learn more about baking and I thought, maybe I could…” he trails off, shaking his head, “nevermind, it’s a stupid idea, why would you want me in your way all day. I’ll leave now,” he huffs, and walks past you, into the shop before you find your voice.

“Wait, Javi,” you call after him, hurrying into the shop, “Working in a bakery isn’t very exciting but if you really want to stay, of course you can. I won’t mind, I mean…I think you’re nice too.” 

The smile Javi gives you is blinding, his face lights up as he comes back over to you. 

“You’re sure? You won’t mind?” 

“No, not at all, grab an apron in the back while I open the shop, the morning crowd is about to turn up,” you smile at him and he nods, giving you another excited smile before he grabs one of the clean aprons. 

You flip the sign, put out your street sign and come back to Javi proudly standing behind the counter, but struggling a bit with the knot on his apron. 

“Here, let me help you,” you say, “do the strap like this…” you reach up around his neck, standing on your tiptoes, “if you turn it like this it won’t slip.” With your hands around his neck, adjusting the strap, his soft curls brushing over your skin as his eyes are on yours, you suddenly notice how still he’s standing, and how close he is. The warmth of him filters through your own apron and shirt, and you can see the rise and fall of his chest where his deep red shirt sits open just in front of your eyes. 

“Thank you,” he mumbles softly and you look up at his eyes. He draws a small breath, holding it for a few seconds as your fingers smooth out the strap around his neck, before slowly exhaling and you watch his lips part. 

When the bell above the door jingles, you jump apart as if fire suddenly erupted, and you quickly turn to the first customer. You immediately recognise the tight gray curls of Mrs Levinson, closing the door behind her and coming over to the counter. 

“Good morning, Mrs Levinson, you’re early today,” you give her your bright customer service smile and beside you Javi mumbles a low ‘Good morning’. 

“Good morning, dear,” the elderly lady says, “and who is this handsome man?” she winks at Javi who stutters over his reply. 

“I’m J-Javi, I’m helping in the bakery today,” he gives Mrs Levinson a nervous smile, “What may I serve you today?” 

“Oh, what a sweet boy,” Mrs Levinson smiles, “and you make such a beautiful couple.” 

You raise your eyebrows and bite back a snort, next to you Javi seems to be choking on something. 

“What can I get you, Mrs Levinson, the usual?” you ask, giving Javi a gentle pat on the back as he finds his composure again. 

“I’d like a dark rye please dear, and six poppy seed bagels,” she replies, “and something sweet for my afternoon coffee too, I think.” She scans the selection and taps the glass, “Give me four of these Millionaire’s shortbread things. Mrs Morales is coming over and she wants to try something new.” 

“Of course,” you say, grabbing a pair of tongs and handing them to Javi, “Put four of them in one of the small boxes, please, and I’ll get Mrs Levinson’s bread.” 

Javi nods and does as instructed, putting the box of shortbread on the counter in front of Mrs Levinson with a bright smile. 

“There you go, Mrs Levinson, anything else I may help you with?” 

“No, thank you, my dear, that’s all for now, what do I owe you?” 

You tally up the total on the till and help the old lady count out the money. As you hand her the change she takes a dollar bill and pushes it across the counter to Javi. 

“Such a sweetheart,” she smiles at you, before taking her bag, “Make sure to hang on to him, he’s sure to bring you extra customers.” She gives Javi a wink and makes her way out of the shop. You barely hold your laughter inside until the door has closed behind her and you turn to Javi who’s grinning widely with pink cheeks.  

“Well, now you know Mrs Levinson,” you laugh and he chuckles. 

“Now I know Mrs Levinson,” he nods, fanning himself with his hands, making you giggle at his expression, “Are all your customers so…forward?” 

“Thankfully, no, only Mrs Levinson and her crew,” you grin,”I hope she didn’t scare you off, do you still want to stay here today?” 

“Yes, please, I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity of being called a ‘sweetheart’ but nice old ladies,” he laughs and you giggle again.

“Alright then, I’ll let you handle all my elderly ladies, they’re going to love you, Javi,” you say, moving behind him to turn on the espresso machine, “Do you want a coffee?” 

The day passes quickly with Javi’s company, even when the shop quietens down in the afternoon he keeps your mind occupied with questions about your favorite movies while you prepare the batter for the canéles. The bakery fills with the rich vanilla scent as you cut the pod and scrape the seeds into the batter. 

“I can’t believe I never thought about that!” you exclaim as Javi laughs, “But you’re totally right, Indiana Jones only helped them find it faster, his actions have no real impact on the entire movie!” 

“I had to rewatch ‘Raiders’ so many times to make sure,” Javi grins, “I couldn’t believe it either, but he really does nothing that stops them from getting the Ark.” 

“So crazy, I can’t believe I never thought about that,” you say as you reach up to grab the rum bottle from your liquor storage. 

“Santa Teresa,” Javi says, nodding his approval, “That’s what my father always drank, you’ve got good taste, and expensive rum.” 

“Only the best for my cakes,” you smile, measuring out three tablespoons and one extra for luck. Behind you Javi is rummaging around, looking for something and he’s grinning when he comes up to you with two glasses. 

“It’s too good to only go into cakes, let’s drink some, to celebrate my new career as a baker,” he says with a bright smile that makes it impossible to not smile back at him. 

“A great idea, but I’ve got better glasses in the shop, follow me, and grab the bottle, Javi,” you say, taking his hand and pulling him with you back out to the shop. 

“Here, these are better,” you say, handing him smaller glasses, “do the honors.” 

You jump up on the counter as Javi pours the drinks, handing you a glass of the dark liquid and you take it, holding it up to him. 

“To the best shop assistant I’ve ever had, with endless film knowledge, fantastic customer service skills and all around great guy.” You clink your glass with Javi’s and he smiles, a pink blush creeping up his neck again as he takes a sip. 

“Thanks,” he smiles, leaning on the counter on the other side, smacking his lips at the flavor of the dark rum, “I had fun, and now I know a lot about running a bakery.” He gives you a warm smile, lifting his glass in a salute to you again and you both sip slowly, the rum sliding down smooth and warm into your chest. 

“Weren’t you supposed to be at a conference today?” you ask, suddenly remembering that he’d mentioned something about it this morning when he first came in.

“Yes, but who cares?” he shrugs with a sheepish grin, “I’m sure no one will miss me, and this was much more enjoyable,” Javi gives you one of his warm smiles, his bright eyes softening as you smile back at him. 

“Did you really like working here today?” you ask and he nods. 

“Truly, I had more fun today than I’ve had at work in a long time,” he says, coming to stand next to you. 

He’s so tall, almost level with you up on the counter as your eyes meet. You give him a small smile and he smiles back, a deep dimple in his cheek as he absentmindedly runs a hand through his soft curls, not as orderly now as they were this morning. A loose curl falls over his forehead and without thinking, you give in to the temptation you’ve been fighting all day, and reach forward to push it back again. Javi reaches up and catches your hand in his, pulling it down so that he can rub his thumb over your palm, his eyes locked on yours. The tip of his tongue comes out to wet his lips and the movement makes you look down at his lips and Javi takes a slow step closer, his fingers closing around your hand. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, his soft voice the only sound in the shop as you look up at him again. There’s a heated look in his eyes suddenly, and as you nod, he bends his head to yours, his hand moving up and gently cupping your cheek. 

The jingle of the bell pulls you apart, both of you looking at the door as Javi steps away from you. 

“Mr Gutierrez, you’re needed back at the hotel.” 

The man who’s stepped through the front door is dressed in a driver’s uniform and is looking somewhat exasperated with Javi behind the counter, “Your phone is off and your assistant has been trying to reach you all day.” 

Javi looks back at you and flashes a guilty grin before he looks back at the driver. 

“I’ll be right there, Marco, I’ve just been busy today.” 

“Of course, sir,” the driver gives a curt nod and turns around, the door jingling again as he leaves. 

“I’m sorry,” Javi says, turning back to you, his hand had slipped from your cheek as he stepped back, and you feel the loss of it as a warm imprint on your skin, “It seems I was missed at work after all. I would’ve liked to have stayed here longer, but I have to go.” 

“Of course,” you say, feeling the disappointment creep up as Javi grabs his phone, “It was really nice having you here, Javi.” 

He turns back to you with an uncertain small smile, holding his phone tight in his hand. 

“Can I, I mean, if you want, I’d like to come back…on Monday. To finish the canelés,” he says, his eyebrows bunching up, looking at you with worried eyes. 

“Yes, of course,” you say, excitement bubbling inside you as you see his smile creep back up and he takes a relieved gulp of air. 

“Ok, great! Thank you!” he grins and glances out through the window at his driver who is looking at you both, before he turns back to you, “I’ll see you Monday, ok?” 

“Monday, come by at noon, we’ll bake the canelés together,” you say, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek on impulse. His cologne from this morning still lingers, but it’s mixed with his warm sweat, a coffee from a stain on his shirt, and something that must be his own comforting scent. For a split second you fight the urge to lean your head on his shoulder and rest your nose against the soft skin of his neck. Instead you pull back and meet his soft, brown eyes smiling at you. 

“Get going, or your driver will yell at us,” you say, putting your hand on his arm, giving him a little nudge as he chuckles. 

“Yeah, he can be a bit intimidating,” he says and walks around the counter, “Until Monday then.” He waves and disappears out through the door, and you watch as the driver stands to attention and opens the door to the back seat. 

Javi flashes you a smile through the window before he disappears into the car, and you turn back to the kitchen to clean up. 

You’re surprised to see Javi already waiting by the bakery when you turn up a quarter to twelve on Monday and flip on the lights inside. He’s sitting on the steps outside the front door, oblivious to you arriving through the back door, and it gives you an opportunity to study him as you walk across the shop. He runs his hand through his hair as you watch, the curls bouncing back and he lightly scratches at his neck before leaning his cheek in his hand. From behind you can see the saffron yellow shirt he’s wearing stretch tight across his broad shoulders, the bunched muscles a sharp contrast to the softness of his features. 

You lightly tap the window in the door and Javi turns around, his face already bright as you give him a wave. Unlocking the door you let him in as he brushes down the seat of his pants. 

“Hi,” you say, taking a step back to let him get past you before you lock up again, “You’re early, I hope you didn’t wait long.” 

“Hi,” he replies, shaking his head, “No, just a few minutes, I was too eager so I left the hotel early and walked here.” 

He’s standing in front of you, a small smile toying with the corner of his mouth and you’re suddenly reminded of where you’d been interrupted on Friday. Shyness takes over and you quickly take his hand. 

“Come on, we’ve got baking to do,” you say as you pull him with you towards the kitchen, taking the chance to recompose yourself as he follows behind you. 

“I’ve been looking forward to this all weekend,” you hear him muse,  “And not only the canelés,” he adds as you step into the kitchen and let go of his hand, “I had a great time on Friday, I…I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again…if that’s ok to say?” 

You turn back to him, he’s standing in the doorway into the kitchen, a small worry frown between his eyebrows as his fingers twitch nervously by his side, something he seems to do when he’s unsure of himself. You bite your bottom lip, trying to contain the smile that’s threatening to spill over as you look at Javi, taking a few tentative steps back towards him. 

“I’ve been looking forward to it too, Javi,” you give him a shy smile, coming close enough to smell his fresh cologne, to see the smattering of golden freckles on his neck, as you look up at him. Javi sems to let out a deep rush of air, his shoulders sinking several inches, and smiles down at you. 

“No driver this time, Javi,” you whisper, leaning closer and he mimics your movement. 

“No driver,” he echos, and the warmth of his arm presses against your waist as he closes the last few inches between you. You can feel his thumb skim over your cheek when he cups your face, his soft tongue gently running across your lips until you part them, and let him in with a low sigh. His kisses are soft, gentle presses as you melt into him, his arm around your waist holding you close to his chest while your hand finds the curls at the nape of his neck. A low rumble comes from him, groaned into your mouth, as your fingers wrap around the soft strands and lightly tug him closer. 

You hadn’t thought about what to expect from Javi’s kisses, but as soft and affable as he was, you’d never have expected him to kiss you like this. As his initial shyness retreats, his hand on you becomes firm, holding you up against him as he makes you moan into his mouth, pulling back just a fraction to catch his breath before he presses his lips against yours again. His tongue teases you as he nips on your bottom lip, finding news spots to explore. He groans into you as you wind your fingers around his soft strands of hair, returning his nips by gently biting down on his plush bottom lip and he rewards you with a downright sinful moan, fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you closer. 

You couldn’t say how much time passes, you catch your breath in small gasps between clamant kisses, heat rising between you, the pebbled skin on his neck looking almost too tempting as you pull back a little again. You run your fingertips over his skin, tracing down from his jaw, over his smattering of freckles, Javi shuddering under your touch as he opens his eyes and looks down at you with hooded lids. 

“Even better than I imagined,” he mumbles, his eyes drifting closed again as you kiss a particularly sweet looking cluster of freckles on his throat, your tongue coming out to taste his skin. 

“You too, Javi,” you whisper in reply, looking up at him and he opens his eyes again, smiling now in that soft way that makes you think of a sweet puppy, his dark brown eyes gentle and tender. 

Running the pad of your index finger over his cushy bottom lip, giggling as he playful tries to nip at it, you smile back at him. 

“Should we make those canelés maybe? They have to bake for about an hour,” you say, “We’ll have time for more of this,” and Javi nods, carefully untangling himself from you, his warm arm leaving your waist. 

“I agree, let's make them quickly and then get back to this,” he grins, “Where is the batter? And what do you want me to do?” 

You reach up and give him a quick kiss on the mouth, smiling at his eagerness, “First we need to grease the molds,” you say, pulling him with you towards the shelf full of different baking pans, “We need these, I got them over the weekend,” you take down six copper molds, “and beeswax.” 

“Beeswax?” Javi asks, taking the molds from you as you open the fridge to get the wax. 

“Yeah, traditionally they’re greased with beeswax to really caramelize the outside of the canelés and stop them from sticking,” you explain, unwrapping the small cube of food grade wax, “Wash your hands and I’ll show you how to do it.” 

Melting together the butter and wax is quick work and then you show Javi how to brush the inside of the molds with the mixture as you fill up the ones he’s finished. The batter smells richly of rum and vanilla and Javi inhales deeply and leans down to kiss you. 

“You are so clever, they smell delicious,” he hums, stealing another kiss, “and they’re not even baked yet.” 

“Thank you, Javi,” you smile into his third kiss as he nips at your bottom lip again, “but they’ll be better baked, come on,” laughing you gently push him off you and he gives you a mischievous grin.  

He helps you prep a tray and then you place the molds on it and put the whole thing in the oven, setting a timer. Javi pulls your back into his chest as soon as you close the oven door, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Now, more time for this,” he mutters, dropping his chin onto your shoulder and pressing a kiss just under your ear. 

“More time for this,” you mumble your agreement, turning your head so that the cool tip of his nose rests against your throat. You can feel his warm breath on your skin, the smell of the vanilla and rum in the kitchen, the low hum of the hot air oven and Javi’s lips as he moves them over your skin. It all blends together into a rosy haze, your eyes slipping closed as you reach up and caress his curls. Javi mumbles something in Spanish that you don’t catch, your brain going sluggish under the feeling of his wet mouth trailing over every inch of skin he can reach. Somewhere in the back of your head you’re wondering how you’ll be able to handle an hour of this and not end up on the floor with him on top, the sizeable hard length that you can feel pressed against the back of your thigh right now, sliding in- 

The gentle melody of Javi’s phone signal cuts through your train of thought, making you snap your eyes open and Javi lets go of you, fumbling in his pants for the offending item. He gives you an apologetic look as he answers the phone in Spanish. As he speaks you start cleaning up the workbench and Javi moves into the shop. Even though you don’t know enough Spanish to understand what’s going on, you can hear his tone become more and more agitated. Eventually you hear him yell a loud “No!” and the sound of the phone hitting the floor, clearly breaking on impact. You put down the cloth you're holding and slowly go into the shop, Javi is standing in the middle, his phone in two pieces on the floor. 

“Javi?” you ask apprehensively, and he sighs deeply, his shoulders rising up almost to his ears before slumping down, his whole body deflating as he turns to look at you. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, running both his hands through his hair, pushing through it and grabbing hold of the back of his head, his eyebrows pulling together in anguish, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled like that.” 

“It’s fine, Javi, I just want to make sure you’re ok, it seems like it was bad news,” you take a few steps closer to him, gently putting your hands on his waist. He sighs again, dropping his arms down to his sides as you slowly run your hands up and down his torso, the yellow shirt bunching under your fingers. Javi groans and drops his forehead onto your shoulder, cursing in Spanish, that much you understand. 

“It’s my stupid cousin, he’s mad I stayed over the weekend, he wants me back in Mallorca as soon as possible, he’s sending someone to ‘fetch me’. Like I’m a child late home from school,” Javi growls and pushes himself up again, looking down at you. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, looking anguished, “You don’t need to hear about my horrible cousin and my family problems.” 

“It’s fine, Javi, everyone has family problems sometimes,” you say, still gently stroking his sides, “I can barely stand my dad, we always fight, I wish I had a better relationship with him but it’s hard when everything he says critiques every choice I’ve made in my life.” 

“I’m sorry for that too,” Javi says, lifting his arms up again and putting them around your neck, one hand gently cupping your face so that he can caress your cheek, his soft hand warm against your skin, “My father passed away a few years ago and my cousin and I took over the family business. I hate it, my cousin loves it, and he bosses me around every chance he gets,” Javi sighs again. 

“He’ll really send someone to come get you?” you ask, “What happens if you say no?” 

Javi just shakes his head, “It’s not as easy as that, unfortunately, the business is…complicated,” he says, his thumb still smoothing over your cheek, he’s tracing the lines of your face, lost in thought. You lean your head against his warm hand, letting him work through whatever is going through his mind until he seems to shake himself out of the reverie. 

“No,” he says, his voice firm again, and he takes your hand, “I’m not going to let that ruin our afternoon.” 

With a small smile he pulls you around and leads you back into the kitchen, “I’m not wasting any more time on that, come here, hermosa, beautiful girl,” he says, pulling you into his chest as he leans against the workbench, “I’m deciding that this is how we spend the rest of the afternoon,” he wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you tight, the other one finds its way back to your cheek as he leans in closer, his soft looking pink lips brushing against yours. 

“If that’s alright with you?” he mumbles, his voice suddenly dropping lower, winding its way around your brain and making you shiver. 

“That’s more than alright with me, Javi”, you mumble back at him, your voice low to match his, his mouth so close to yours that you can feel every breath he takes, slipping over your lips. He closes the distance between the two of you, and takes your bottom lip between his own lips, gently tugging at it. He smiles against your mouth, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head and pull you closer, his tongue teasing the tip of yours. You feel your brain shut down, your eyes closing and the haze returning, all you can think about is Javi’s warm mouth and soft lips as he slowly turns you around so that he has you pressed up against the workbench. 

You don’t end up on the floor, but when the smell of caramelized sugar and butter, the rich aroma of vanilla, pulls you away from Javi, you’re pleased to see that you’ve managed to unbutton several buttons on his shirt. He’s pulled your top up over your chest, hand leaving warm trails across your torso and he chuckles as you playfully swat his hands away. Your cheeks are flushed and overheating as he chases your lips, trying to hold you closer still. 

“Javi, I think the canelés are done,” you say, giving in and kissing him again, smiling against his eager mouth. Javi groans as if he’s in pain, reaching out to grab onto your hips but you laugh and quickly step out of his reach. 

“Now, now, Javi, let’s not burn these delicious smelling things that we waited three days for,” you tell him, your face teasing him as he follows you over to the oven. The smell of vanilla, butter and rum hits you even stronger as you open the door and slide the tray out. Quickly unmolding them onto a cooling rack, you give Javi a happy grin.  “They look just like the photo in the book! Do they smell as you remember them?” 

“They smell even better, and they look even better,” Javi muses, crouching down so that he can get a good look at the small golden cakes on the bench. Carefully tapping one of them with his knuckle, he smiles as it has a satisfying hard shell. 

“I guess they have to cool before we eat them?” he asks, looking back up at you. 

“Yeah, they’re way too hot now,” you reply, “but we can make some coffee.”

“Or we can make out,” he says, his hands finding their way up under your top again, pulling you close. 

“Or we can make the coffee and make out?” you suggest, leaning in to press a wet kiss to the skin just under Javi’s ear, the spot that you’ve quickly learned is a favorite of his. You’re rewarded with a shiver, a gentle hum coming from him as he leans his head back to give you better access. 

“Come on,” you laugh, taking his hand and pulling him with you as he protests, “Coffee, then kisses, then canelés.” You grab the plate with the small cakes and lead him into the shop, hitting the on button on your fancy espresso machine.  

Javi leans next to it as you go through the motions, grinding the beans and measuring out the coffee. 

“What do you want?” you ask him, “espresso, cappuccino, latte?” 

“Espresso, please,” he replies, moving to stand behind you while you make it for him, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. 

“You’re so talented, running this bakery, making all these cakes and pie, and then you’re a barista too,” he says, his short neat beard tickling against your neck as he gives you a kiss, “I’d hire you, but I don’t think you’d like my family business.” 

“That’s ok, Javi, I like running my own business,” you smile, giving him his espresso and preparing your own, “It’s a lot of work but I get to decide everything, I don’t think I could have a boss over me again.” 

“Hmm…” Javi hums as he sips the espresso, turning so that he’s leaning against the counter again, “I won’t suggest it now, but if you ever want to open a bakery in Mallorca, near where I live, I could help you.” 

“I think my Spanish needs to improve first,” you laugh, taking your coffee and standing in front of him so that you can enjoy the view you’ve created by unbuttoning most of his shirt. 

“You could always hire me,” he smiles, “I’ll handle the customers, you handle the baking, we’d be a great team.” 

“I’d hire you here in a heartbeat, Javi,” you say, “you were great with the customers.” 

He smiles at that, leaning forward so that you can kiss him, the bittersweet taste of coffee sharp on both your lips. 

“Canelés”, you mumble as his free hand starts to roam up under your top again. 

“I’m not that interested anymore,” Javi smiles, pressed against your lips, and it makes you giggle. 

“We’ve waited for three days, and I’ve never had them,” you say, pulling yourself away from him with a tremendous effort, his lips really are very soft and his palms are so warm against your skin. 

“Ok, ok,” he chuckles, giving in to you as he leans over and picks up one of the canelés in his big hand and holds it out to you, “have a taste, tell me if it was worth the wait.” 

You take a bite, your teeth crunching through the exterior and you gasp as you feel the creamy inside. The cake is still warm, sweet vanilla and rum hitting your palate together with the flavor of caramelized sugar. 

“Oh my god…” you hum, slowly chewing as Javi smiles and puts the rest of it in his mouth and grabs a second one, holding it out to you again, “This is so good, Javi,” you say, swallowing your bite and letting him feed you a second one, “Thank you for getting me to make them.” 

“I’m glad you like them,” he smiles, “they are exceptionally good, not even the place in Paris comes even close to these, fresh out of the oven.” 

You reach behind you for a third one, pulling it apart down the middle to reveal the lacy center, your baker brain kicking in as you study how the batter has created strong gluten strands that criss-cross the inside of the cake, making it creamy rather than bready. 

“Really interesting…” you say, turning it over until Javi's mouth suddenly opens over your fingers and he takes the whole piece in one big bite. 

“Thief!” you exclaim, giving him a mock scolding look as he grins, his cheeks stuffed full of cake, his shoulders jumping as he tries to chew and laugh at the same time. When you pout back at him he grabs the fourth canelé and presents it to you with his deep brown puppy eyes wide open and pleading. 

“Please…he mumbles around his mouthful, “please, accept my apology,” he swallows down the last piece as you open your mouth so that he can feed you a bite. You hum around the flavors again, putting both your hands on Javi’s chest and taking hold of his open shirt. 

“I want apologies in kisses,” you demand, pulling him into you as he grins widely. 

“You wish is my command, princesa,” he replies, coming willingly into your arms. 

“That Spanish I understood,” you mumble, his lips brushing against yours again as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“I’m glad, princesa,” he smiles and lets you pull his mouth against yours. 

The bitter coffee mingles with the sweet vanilla on his breath, and you know he must taste the same on yours. He groans, angeling his face, moving so that he can reach more of you, his tongue gliding against yours as you run your fingers through his soft curls. 

The sharp rap of knuckles on the window startles you both, and you look over Javi’s shoulder towards the front door. It’s the damn driver.

With a sigh you pull back and look up at Javi again, “It’s your driver, I guess you’re being “fetched.” 

Javi glances behind him and groans, dropping his forehead down on your shoulder as he turns back. The driver is looking at you with a neutral expression, nothing betrays what he’s thinking about finding his employer in a heavy make out session inside a bakery. 

“I’m sorry,” Javi says, “I will have to go, or there’ll be hell to pay for me when I get back home,” he gives you a pained look, “I’m really sorry, I wish I could stay here.” 

“It’s ok, Javi, you know where to find me when you’re in town again,” you smile, “just come back soon, ok?” 

Javi nods and pulls out his phone, “Give me your number, I’ll come back as soon as I can, but I’m going to try to make canelés at home, and I know I’m going to need your help,” he smiles as you laugh. 

“I’ll make sure you set a timer this time, Javi.” 

You add your number to his phone and hand it back. Javi sighs and looks over his shoulder again, “I should go, he doesn’t like waiting.” 

“Ok,” you say, giving him a small smile as he lifts his hand and strokes your cheek, “come back soon, Javi.” 

“I promise, I will,” he nods, his curls, definitely more unruly now than when he came, bouncing on his head. 

“Oh, wait,” you giggle, “let me button you up, I got a bit carried away,” you smile and quickly do up his yellow shirt, hiding the soft looking, freckled skin again. 

Javi giggles above you as your fingers work your way up, and he grabs your hands as you reach his neck. 

“One more kiss,” he says, “for the road, as they say.” 

You nod as he leans closer, bending his head so that he lips can brush over yours, a last, slow kiss, his tongue coming out to taste yours with a few small licks. 

“Good bye,” he mumbles as he pulls away, holding on to your hand until he has to let go. 

“Safe travels, Javi,” you reply, giving him a small smile. He raises his hand in a last wave and steps out through the door. 

Part Eleven

Tricky recipe but the end result is amazing so I can really recommend it!

Everything tag list: @harriedandharassed @inept-the-magnificent @sheepdogchick3  @readingiskeepingmegoing @noisynightmarepoetry @survivingandenduring @vabeachazn @amyispxnk @oberynslady @vabeachazn @amyispxnk @thewiigers  

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez x reader #pedro pascal #Youtube

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Beta Daisy and Dandy

I've actually been drawing Daisy for a while so I thought that I should at least dump all the old art somewhere. Time for a trip down memory lane!

First ever drawing

Ah yes. When I promised myself not to make anymore OCs cause I already had a whole bunch of fnaf ones. So much for that.

Her colors used to be a lot less saturated which in my opinion didn't fit in with such a colorful cast. There are some parts of her outfit I kept like the overalls and her shirt. I just changed the sleeves so it actually looks like she's wearing gloves like I intended. Her attitude is pretty much the same.

Doodles!

Fun Fact: Her Halloween costume is just her dad's old clothes.

He was also supposed to be dead.

Still gay as fuck

Next are drawings I made for old tiktoks of Daisy!

(If you wanna find them then my tiktok is linked in my bio)

"Maybe he's blinking when you're blinking."

Second time ever drawing Julie! This is when I started to lean into my more cartoony style for Daisy. She still never trusted Wally.

"You're not my friend!"

Finally leaned away from so much orange. I really liked playing around with Julie's design since she gives off Mable (Gravity Falls) vibes when it comes to fashion. Always wanting to change it up.

"Don't start picking fights with my costumers!"

First time ever drawing Howdy! Really wanted to emphasize how tiny she is compared to him.

"Have you been there the whole time!?"

First Wally drawing! Sneaky little guy. Definitely wanted him to look more off-putting in this one. And new Julie outfit! This one was a little Minnie Mouse inspired getup. I also like the idea of Julie's hair always being really big.

"I know saying someone looks gay is 'wrong' BUT LOOK AT HIM!"

First ever Dandy doodle! This was after I made his beta design and wanted to tease him a little since beforehand I never actually mentioned Daisy even had a brother. Speaking of which.

Dandy!

He used to actually be more two-faced and mean. Heck he wasn't even supposed to be living in the neighborhood originally. His appearance would've been exactly like those episodes in kids shows where a new "perfect" character is introduced but is mean behind closed doors to a certain character and the one character that doesn't like them gets brushed off as "jealous" but then it gets revealed they were bad the whole time to the others, then cue the group hug apology. Basically he would've been a meaner and more manipulative version of Daisy. Someone that really brought out her insecurities. Someone that loved being the "Better Daisy" Which is ironic considering he got replaced with a better version of him. As for his appearance I was trying to go for a more city-like look in contrast to Daisy's rough and tumble country vibe. But after a while to me it didn't feel "kid's show" enough.

Pets

I completely forgot about this drawing so I'm adding it a whole two days later. But yeah they canonically have pets. Daisy has a flytrap she named Gertrude and Dandy has his pet mouse Mortimer.

Last drawings of Beta Daisy

Some things really never change.

Well that's all of my old drawings of these goobers (Yes I only made three drawings of the old Dandy) It was nice looking back on some old memories. It's been a fun eight months having these two idiots live in my head.

#welcome home oc #welcome home original character #welcome home #welcome home fanart #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #welcome home art #welcome home fandom #welcome home daisy #welcome home dandy

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One Day : Chapter 10

a/n: omg I'm sorry in advance. But lets celebrate that the series in done.

warnings: mentions of death, angst?

word count: 800

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In all of your years of knowing each other, Azriel never forgot your anniversary. Each year (except for the fifty that Amarantha ruled) he made it a point to bring you flowers. This one was no different. Some years he gave you your favorite flowers from the market, other years he gave you extravagant bouquets from an artisanal shop, but you always felt extra special when he would pick them himself. It couldn’t happen every year, but whenever he saw a field of wildflowers he would make a mental note. 

He landed on a patch of green sprinkled with vibrant colors. There were daisies and cosmos and snapdragons and so many others he could not name. Azriel picked whichever caught his eye, only the most pristine made the final arrangement. When he was satisfied, he took out a piece of twine and tied them all together. 

When he’s in front of you, that familiar wave of longing spreads through his chest. He takes a breath and kneels on the newly sprouting grass. He grips the bouquet so tight his fingers indented the stems. A breath, then another and he can reach out and touch the headstone. 

It happened slowly at first, then all at once. The Mother granted you twenty years of mated bliss with Azriel. But one day you came home early from the clinic. It was your head, you said, it hurt. That became a regular occurence, until Madja didn’t let you leave and instead sat you down on the exam bed. 

You contracted something from one of your patients, remembering when it happened. “She was just a baby… I didn’t think…” It was a horrifying realization. That patient did not respond to any treatment and in short days the illness had run its course. You knew it was only a matter of time. 

Azriel refused to believe it. Refused to accept it. But nothing Madja did helped. Not even Feyre could help. Not even Thesan. It was a wicked thing that ran through your veins and shut your organs down one by one. During your final months Azriel did not sleep. Always looking for an alternative, a cure, more time, because it wasn’t fair. You had spent your life healing. You had put him back together more times he could count and he couldn’t figure out how to stop the inevitable? Eventually, when you begged him to let it go, to just spend whatever time was left together, he relented. 

By then walking was difficult. A few weeks later, eating was impossible. The last days you mostly slept, the moments you woke were filled with your family saying goodbye. You made Cassian and Rhysand promise to care for him “he’ll suffer, he’ll mourn. But you cannot let him waste away. Please, promise me. Promise me he won’t drown, he’ll be safe, he’ll have a life.” Of course, they both promised. 

Nesta spent hours by your side, brushing your hair, massaging your aching joints. “You can just tell Madja to give me more mirthroot, it helps with that.” 

“Let me care for you, y/n.”

“Can you tell me some gossip? I don’t want all of my last conversations to be so melodramatic.” She scoffed but gave in “Tarquin is betrothed.” You made your best attempt at a gasp. “To who?” 

“I believe she’s an emissary from Day.” 

“He sent me a letter.” Now it was Nesta who gasped. “Tarquin?” 

“Yeah, he found out about me dying somehow and wrote saying that he was sorry things ended on bad terms.” 

“I was always sad we never swam in those pools.” You laughed at that. 

You made sure to send the love that flooded your chest after each visit to Azriel. Wanting him to know that you were ok. That you were loved and not afraid of what came next.

“I think it’s time,” Nesta said with tears welled in her eyes, her lip quivering. A wave of numbness crashed into Azriel. He knew what those words meant. He could feel the bond dwindling each second that passed. Your breath was so shallow, barely there. Until you exhaled one last time. 

Despair snuffed out his numbness. He held your hand and knelt by your bedside, kissed your hands and arms and face. He gripped your hands like they would keep you there, as if holding on tighter would keep you alive. 

He summoned everything he could: love, admiration, devotion. He summoned the nights spent tangled in bed, the days walking by the beach, every touch, every kiss, every “Az”, every scoff, every fight, everything. It all accumulated in his chest and he pushed it down the bond. You had to know the extent of it. You had to know how much he loved you, how that word wasn’t enough. 

But you were already on the other side, waiting for him.

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daisy, chapter three

A/N: dude... I am unwell after writing this... I am lightheaded. I am screaming. holy fucking shit. I have no words, no words, this is just uunghhhhhh 😵‍💫

summary: the one with the diary incident

warnings: private school!reader, perv!steve, smut, kissing, stealing underwear, male masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, mentions of improvised sex toy

word count: 2529

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“…hamate, triquetrum, pisiform, lunate and this last one is called scaphoid,” you said as your finger nervously danced over the root of Steve’s palm, recalling the names of all the bones there because apparently, that had been the most logical thing for your brain to distract you with when handholding turned into a butterfly inducing comparison of yours and his hands, but mostly just you drooling over his, clenching your thighs together every time he tried to aid your inspection by wiggling his fingers or something that would make the prominent veins pop and dance. 

“Good to know,” Steve ducked his head down, waiting for you to meet his eyes again. Your sudden waterfall of an anatomy lesson came out of the blue, but he didn’t seem to mind, especially not when you blushed like that. “You are gonna be such a good doctor. Like, I don’t wanna get sick or hurt, but I would give my right arm for you to be my doctor.”

“Oh yeah?” your eyes finally flickered up to meet his, “your right arm?”

His infectious grin almost immediately rubbed off on you, “yeah.”

“That’s quite a sacrifice.” 

“What can I say, I love you,” he leaned in and gave your lips a soft peck, “and it would also be super hot,” gently resting his palm on one of your crisscrossed knees, the tips of his fingers played lightly with the bottom of your pastel dress. 

The giggle that bubbled out of you didn’t stop him from kissing you. He simply kept it up till your amusement died down and you melted into him completely. 

When the phone suddenly started ringing from down the hallway, it took the two of you a surprising amount of time to detach long enough for you to go answer it. 

“Hello?” you glanced over your shoulder to where you could still see Steve exactly where you’d abandoned him. Previously just sitting comfortably on the bed, he now fell back dramatically and melted into the mattress. 

“Hi honey,” your mother’s voice rang loud and clear in your ear, 

“Oh, hey mom!” you fiddle with curly cord, wrapping it around your finger, “what’s up?”

“So, I’m gonna be home a little later than I thought, and you know how the Robinsons asked us to water their plants while they’re away on vacation?”

“Yeah,” you recalled how your mom had been running over to your neighbour's house every day for nearly a week now.

“Well, I forgot to do it this morning, so do you think you could do it for me?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Oh, wonderful! Thank you so much,” she cheered, “the key is under the mat, and they’ve hung a pretty specific guide on the fridge.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight, bye.”

Hanging up, you called out before you reached your room again, “hey Steve, I gotta go for a second, okay?”

“What?” he sat up, “why?”

“I just gotta go water the neighbour's plants.”

“Seriously?” his fingers reached for you as soon as you were close enough, “can’t you just do it later?”

“No,” you tried to pry him off of you, “I wanna do it before you and your big, brown, sparkling eyes make me forget.”

Letting go, he leaned back and smirked, “my big sparkling eyes?”

“Just, shut up. I’ll be right back.”

Earlier today, Steve had managed to sneak up and scare you. Tickled your sides till you begged for mercy. Now, it would just be plain dumb if you didn’t take this as an excuse for a little payback.

Sneaking back into the house, you crept your way down the hallway, weary of the creaky floorboards you knew all too well.

You couldn’t wait to see his face. Oh, it had been way too long since you’d given him a good scare, you always had a way of giving your presence away before you could manage to actually scare him. But not this time. This time he wouldn’t see you coming. 

Your bedroom door was still ajar, a sliver of light painted the hallway as you snuck up and carefully pushed it open just a tad more to get an inkling of where in the room he was. 

There he stood, leaning over your vanity, and completely enthralled in a book that laid there. But there was something else, something that made it impossible for you to move any further. His right arm was moving and, in the reflection, you caught sight of just how far it was jammed down the front of his jeans. 

Taking a seat on the small stool, you heard the sound of him tugging down his zipper. Skimming a long finger over the pages, it was now that you recognised what book it was. The bright pink cover was noticeable even from across the room. That was your diary. He was reading your diary. Or, it was pretty clear that he wasn’t just reading it…

A moan filled the room and your felt your nails dig into the wooden door frame. You could still see his face in the mirror. Heavy lids and his mouth hung agape as he reread the same entry over and over again. 

Pausing for a moment, he reached over into the hamper to the side and snatched up a pair of dirty panties from the very top of the pile. Weaving his fingers through the cotton, he raised the floral material up to his face and inhaled deeply, letting his eye flutter shut, just for a moment. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, lowering the fabric down towards his obscured length and no doubt enveloping his cock in your pretty little underwear, wrapping himself up in your musk and fucking into the closest thing he could find to your cunt. 

Within a short amount of time, his vulgar noises became louder, and his face contorted. 

And there you still stood, just frozen in place. Throbbing, but frozen. Just watching him regain his breath as you tried to regain your own.

Finally looking up, he discovered you in the reflection, staring back at him.

“Ace, I-… how long have you been standing there?” 

Watching as he quickly tugged himself away, you also noticed the attempt at being subtle, hiding the cum covered underwear in his pocket.

You didn’t know what to ask first. Are you reading my diary or did you just cum reading it?

“Is that my diary?” you forced your jelly-like legs to move, stepping into the room. 

Turning around in the chair, he faced you, looking like he was ready for you to slap him at any moment, “yes…”

“Did you just-”

“Yeah…”

“Oh…” not trusting your legs, you sat down on the bed, face surely completely crimson by now, “w-why? did me writing about how much I hate my teacher really do it for you?”

“That wasn’t the part I was reading… it, um… it was something about a dream…” his tone sounded searching, hoping that you’d remember, “I was apparently in it.”

“Which one?” you wrote most of your vivid dreams down in that book, “I’ve known you forever, it’s not that unusual for you to pop into one of my dreams…”

“It was dated sometime last month?” he then added as if he was trying to lighten the news, “it was a very nice dream…”

Last month… what dream did you have last month that could possibly have prompted him to do that? 

“Oh my god,” it suddenly hit you and your hands shot up to cover your face, “oh my god!” it felt like you had a fever from the way your face was burning up, “I can’t believe you read that!”

“I did,” how could he sound so calm in all of this? Was he smiling? It sounded like he was smiling, “and I really liked it. Obviously.”

“God, I’m so embarrassed…”

The idea of just covering yourself up underneath all of your blankets till he eventually left was sadly crushed when you felt the mattress dip beside you, “If it makes you feel better,” he scooted in a little closer, “need I remind you what you just walked in on me doing? You actually saw me getting off and I just read about you doing it.”

That entry hadn’t just been a description of the relatively tame wet dream you’d had, but also how you hadn’t been able to cum fast enough after waking up from it. 

“Yeah, no, that doesn’t really help me right now.”

Feeling his fingers wrap around your wrists, he gently dragged them down. All you could see was him. Just him and his gentle smile. 

Relaxing slightly under his gaze, some of the flustered nature still didn’t seem to wanna disappear just yet. Your breathing hadn’t returned to normal yet, and Steve’s fingers tickled slightly against your thighs that were, unbeknownst to you, rubbing together in search of release. 

Tugging a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his bold words hit you like a truck, “could you show me?”

“What?” 

“Show me how you make yourself cum?” you felt his fingers lightly play with your hair. 

“What,” you swallowed hard, “l-like right now?”

“Right here, right now.”

“Really?”

“You saw mine, I wanna see yours.”

“But you read about it,” you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to hinder the growing smirk. 

“I know,” he smiled, obviously thinking back to what he had just read about, “but I wanna see it.” It then clicked what it actually was that he was asking you to do and averted his gaze, “I’m sorry… it’s okay if you don’t want to. We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.”

Taking a moment to truly think about it without his hypnotising gaze fixed upon you, you spoke up softly, “… I want to…”

Looking up at you in slight surprise, “yeah?”

“Yeah…” his lips quickly found yours in a heated kiss. Feeling slightly lightheaded, you twisted your face just enough to squeak out, “but, I don’t know,” fearing that the teaspoon-sized amount of courage you possessed wasn’t enough to get you over the finish line, “it’s just weird with you here…”

“Well,” placing a few more soft pecks upon your blushing skin, slowly making their way down your neck, “maybe I could help you… would you like that?”

“Yes,” you shuttered, practically feeling yourself drip at his offer. 

Climbing back behind you, he encouraged your body to lean back against his chest. Letting your eyes flutter closed, you nearly felt drunk in his warm embrace. Running his palms down your arms, he left millions of goosebumps in his wake, till he reached your hands, lacing his fingers with yours. 

“Tell me about the dream, ace,” his voice in your ear made you instinctually raise a shoulder up, rubbing the shiver away. 

“But you just read about it…” your hips rolled down into the mattress as he started to move your interlocked hands over your skin, quickly locating your boobs. 

“Please?” he nipped your neck, “for me?”

“We, um,” your breath was heavy as he set to decorate your neck with lavender marks, “were laying on a couch…”

“Mhm,” his voice vibrated against your skin.

“And we were kissing…”

“Yeah?” he closed his own and therefore making your own hands squeeze your tingly tits. 

“And that’s kinda it… we just made out…” you couldn’t help but feel foolish that such a comparatively mild dream had had such great power over you.

“And that was all you needed, huh?” he redirected your right hand down further south, “just a little dream of us kissing and you cream your pretty little panties?” you saw him hook a long finger over yours to hike up your dress.

“I, um…” you watched as both of your hands disappeared under the waistband of your underwear. Your left hand flexed under his own, catching your hard nipple between your fingers. 

His hands were glued to yours. He was controlling every single move, but it was still your hands that touched you, not his. 

Circling the tips of your fingers over your clit, he pressed down hard. “You just couldn’t stop yourself, could you? If the thought of me simply kissing you makes you do that, then just imagine what you’d do if something more had happened…”

Dipping down to catch some of the abundant arousal that leaked out of you, you almost felt embarrassed about how soaked you were. That show had clearly done more than you’d thought. 

“Fuck ace,” you could feel his hard on poking your lower back, “is what you wrote really what happened?” you nodded your head under his chin, “did you really fuck yourself with the handle of your hairbrush?”

It hadn’t been the first time… some days, your mind just wouldn’t quit till you had something remotely phallic in your present and that smooth end often did the trick.

“Y-yeah…”

Practically puppeteering your hand, he made you dip your middle finger down to tickle your buzzing entrance.

“You dirty little girl… fucking yourself with a hairbrush just because you were so desperate for my cock, huh? Is that why you did it? You wanted your best friend to come and fill you up?” he pushed your finger inside, little by little.

Throwing your head back into his chest, your eye caught sight of your reflection in the vanity mirror. Steve’s eyes were transfixed, watching closely over your shoulder at exactly what he did to you. Ogling the way both of your hands moved, entangled underneath your underwear, making the cotton bulge out. 

“Yeah, does this feel good? You want more?” you moaned in response, “do you want me to go get your precious little brush?”

“N-no.”

“No? Then what do you want, huh?” he was practically drooling on your neck, “Is it me? Do you want me? You want this?” he slipped his own long finger in beside yours. “Is that what you want, huh?” the way he moved it beside yours produced the lewdest of squelching noises, “does our fingers feel good? Together in your sweet little pussy, baby? Do they feel better than that hairbrush?”

“Yes! Fuck, Steve-” your thighs quivered, and you writhed to try and bury your face. 

“That’s it,” he took over most of the movements when the pleasure that his gave you made you forsake your own. Wrenching your left hand free, you clutched onto his forearm, feeling the muscles tense and flex at just how insistent his movements now were. “Good girl, cum on my fingers just like you came on the brush that you tame your hair with every goddamn day.”

Your toes were curling, your whole body was writhing, and he didn’t quit till you were practically screaming. 

As he withdrew his hand, he gave your puffy clit one last rub on the way out, making your hips buckle aggressively at the overstimulation.

Kissing your cheek, you saw him look into the mirror, watching your twitching and heaving body closely as he hugged you closer to his own. 

“Thank you for the show, ace…”

“No,” you met his eyes in the reflection, “thank you.”

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[plaqying]

vincent some might say were released pushing daisies deceased but we all know the worms must be fed theres just one lingering fear oh my soul is it here???????? or is it rotting somewhere with my head????????oh my soul oh my soul oh my soul oh my soul ooh ooh ahh ahh ah oh no soul and no name and no story what a shame cruel existence was only a sham????????oh saint peter let me in!1!1!1!1!1!1!1!1!1you must know where ive been wont you tell me at last who I am??????who i am who i am who i am who i am ooh ooh ahh ahh ah and from the ground beneath my feet i hear the anguish of the street a choir never complete and like an old forgotten tune a song that no one knows forgot how it goes just john and me forever eternally jane doe and I'm askin why lord if this is how I die lord why be left with no family and no friends???????????ooh ive got no celebration just this consolation time eats all his children in the end ahhh a melody floats through the air when silence falls does no one care?????????does anyone care???????????another sad forgotten tune another song that no one knows so that's how it goes!1!1!1!1!1!1 just john and me forever eternally jane doe and shes asking why lord????????why oh why oh why oh why???????this is no way to die lord!1!1!1!1!1!1!1no one to sing no one to sigh now that all is said and done isnt there anyone to tell me who I am??????no singing songs of celebration ah ah ah ah just this sorry speculation aah ahh like john I'll be eternally a forgotten name some lost refrain just jane jane doe!1!1!1!1!1!1a melody floats through the air when silence falls does no one care??????jane doe idk what his last name is now

#i’ve fully lost it #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted vincent #redacted lovely

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Daisy's

Newt x gender neutral reader

Summery:You'll never forget the boy you love, even after he dies. Sometimes, that's just a little bit too literally.

As I was working in the gardens I found a small daisy, the first one to bloom yet. The small thing was enough to bring a huge smile to my face. It reminds me of the person who can make me smile even more. Newt. Still, they have a lot in common. Both are undeniably beautiful, pure, and well loved. I decided I may as well take a break and remind him of that.

"Gally, hey Gally,"I called, after the first Glader I saw. He turned around, and his face dropped. I paid him no mind and decided to check on him later. As I went to ask my question he stopped me.

"He's gone Y/N."

"What? I just want to know where Newt is,"I explained, puzzled by his solum reaction.

"He caught the flare. He's...gone."

I shook my head no, refusing to believe it. That couldn't be possible. He had been asleep next to me just last night.

"That's not funny,"I said, my voice trembling. My whole body was shaking in furry and pain. I don't know why I felt agony there, but I did.

"It was just a dream Y/N. He died in Denver. You marked his name on the stone. He's still gone."

All at once it came flooding back. It was nothing more than a dream. He never laid beside me or told me he loved me last night. He didn't run his hands though my hair or kiss me nose. The only part of him I could hold onto was his jacket.

He was in Denver, dead. I was in the Safe Haven, alive.

"Y/N-"

"I need to go."

I didn't wait for his reply as. Ran faster than my feet could carry me. I almost tripped over them, from the desperation for this to be over with, to stop feeling this pain. Tears blurred my vision as I slammed the door and slid down it. I clutched the daisy like my life depended on it. For a second I wanted to crush it like dust in my hand. Then, I remembered how much Newt loved flowers. They weren't something you could come across often in the Glade so we always gave them to each other on the rare occasion we found one. The first one he gave me was a daisy.

I put my head in my knees and sobbed until my chest hurt. Why couldn't these dreams stop? Each one just seemed to taunt me more and more when I had to wake up. They were the most perfect thing in the world, and when I'd wake up they'd be the darkest cloud. I hated them.

At the same time I never wanted them to stop. I got to see his face and hold him in my dreams. It was the only place I could. If I forgot his face I would lose him forever.

We had been together, happy, and in love. Now we weren't together, we weren't happy, and I was in love. I would never move on from Newt, and nobody could make me. I wouldn't let them. For as long as I have to live he will be the only true love of my life. There's nothing anyone can do to replace him.

So as I stare down at the daisy I realize that even if the dreams stopped I would always find something to spark his memory. That was the most beautiful tragedy to exist.

#newt x y/n #newt x reader #one shot #hurt/no comfort #hurt/angst #angst with a sad ending #oneshot #the death cure #the maze runner #newt tmr #tmr #tmr newt #angst

[competitivedust]

So I came across a post on r/tumblr of Reddit where someone was talking about how a character's name is more a reflection of their parents/guardians than themselves (unless they change their name) and it made me think about Daisy and how her name has changed throughout the show.

Her first given name (that she is aware of) was Mary Sue Poots. The name was given to her by the nuns of Saint Agnes, and obviously she loathed it. The name, as I'd heard somewhere, was also a play on the Mary Sue trope which some fans considered her to be in season 1. I see this name as a representation of her childhood which is filled with unsaid trauma. And so she rejects this name the first chance she gets.

The next name Skye is one she gives herself. Now I find her name to be more about her getting out of the orphanage, and finding her freedom. I believe that after getting rejected by multiple families, she finally felt a semblance of belonging with the rising tide. She got more confident in her skills and had people around her who believed in the same goal, freedom of information.

The next name was once again given to her by her parents. Now this one is special. When she becomes Daisy Johnson she becomes a full fledged hero. Her one goal, from the beginning of the show, had been to find the truth of what happened with her parents. And she did. Yes it wasn't what she expected, but I do think she got some closure from it. Now I think Daisy is so special because one, the daisy plant is actually pretty strong. It grows in pretty much any environment. This speaks to her tenacity, her strength in the face of all the difficulties that she faces. Just like the plant, our Daisy doesn't give up no matter what life throws at her. And as amazing as this is, there's another sadder reason why her parents chose this name for her.

So here is my really long post about Daisy and all the names she has been called.

As we all know, in season 7 we find out that Kora was supposed to shoot herself but she didn't because Nathaniel Malick ended up intervening. But had she actually gone through it, Jiaying would have found her body with a patch of daisies growing around her. I believe that she then named her second daughter Daisy because she wanted to remind herself to try to do better than she did last time. Obviously a wrinkly Nazi threw a wrench in that plan.

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I got so excited about posting this that I forgot about Quake. Another name that was given to her rather than one she gave herself. Quake, to me, at least at first seemed to have a darker connotation. When she is given this name, Daisy is possibly at the lowest point of her life. Estranged from her teammates, refusing help, letting herself get hurt, and sometimes even wanting it. While I don't think her actions as a vigilante are all that terrible (she's literally taking down a fascist organization) I do think her self imposed exile gives the name something of a negative vibe I guess? But overtime the name grows on her, something she says herself. I think as Daisy healed, this name took on a new meaning for her. I don't know why, but I think she was genuinely surprised when during a press conference in season 4 (when mace reveals that she has been an undercover agent all along) a lady she had previously saved hugs her in gratitude. I think, despite being related to a darker time of her life, the name Quake ultimately became somewhat of a symbol of good, of hope. And so once again, she accepted it. Maybe not as explicitly as Daisy but she certainly didn't mind it.

#agents of shield #daisy johnson #aos #me not being toxic in the aos tag? #it's more likely than you think

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

Friendship, Like a Mirror's Shards

They stood as friends ready to be divided, and already feeling the divide in their souls.

"I'll miss you," said Anneka for the hundredth time.

"It's only a couple of months," said Sadie, in a voice that was supposed to be comforting and didn't quite manage it. "It'll be over before you know it!"

Anneka frowned and picked a daisy, tearing off the petals one by one. "It still feels like a long time. You've never gone away this long in my entire life."

Sadie tried to smile, failed, and grabbed for Anneka instead. They clung to each other like each had found a port in the storm.

"Is it possible to love someone too much?" asked Anneka, voice wavering. "Maybe you're being taken away because I care about you too much." She always cared more about people than they cared about her; it was just a fact of life.

Sadie laughed. "Honey, no. We're going for a holiday, it's not - it's not the end of the world, you know?"

Anneka tore the last petal off the daisy and dropped the stem. She wanted to say that it felt like it. She wanted to say that she loved Sadie more than anyone in the world. She wanted to ask her if she truly found her annoying.

She said nothing.

"But, listen, you've reminded me - I wrote a letter, and you mustn't read it unless you're terribly lonesome. Promise?"

"Promise." Anneka received the dainty pink missive with eager hands and wished she'd written one too. "What does terribly mean? In this context."

"I don't know. Like you can't bear it."

"All right." She put it in her pocket, feeling a little cheered up. "I'll do my best."

~

The time, as one might expect, passed. Anneka moped for a while, then decided to put her best face on and pretend she wasn't broken up by Sadie's absence. She walked and rode and practised a few things she'd been meaning to get around to for a long, long time. The letter burned in her pocket, and one day she put it in a drawer, underneath her clothes, and left it there. No matter how much she wanted to, she kept putting off reading it, in case she wanted it more later.

Once Sadie came back, she forgot about it.

~

Anneka pulled things out of her drawers in a hurry, mind whirling. She wasn't going to bring everything, not right now; but she did need at least a couple of changes of clothing. She scrambled through the sorting to shove things into a small case, rather haphazardly, dumping other things in piles on the floor. When she came back for the rest, she'd clean it up. No need to get it all now, especially since Vaniah would be waiting for her.

She got to the bottom of the drawer and paused in surprise at a pink letter, inscribed in a child's large hand with her own name. Memories came flooding back, and she wondered suddenly how Sadie was. They'd fallen out of touch last year, and Sadie had since shifted to a town four hours away. Despite their closeness as children, as adults they only retained a general sense of acquaintance. They didn't really know each other now.

She must remember to write to Sadie and tell her of the wedding, probably send pictures of the ring and all that. Sadie had been interested in weddings as a child, liking the dress-up aspect of them despite not being interested in having one herself. Anneka wondered how she was doing with the law now. She should write and ask.

She opened the letter carefully, reading it despite the time she was taking doing so. By the end she was crying.

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Dear Anneka,

I'm going to miss you. I hope you know how much you mean to me and always will. No matter what happens in our lives, we'll still be a part of each other, won't we? I think people are like smashed mirrors and we all pick up a bit of each other and reflect them. I thought you were the poetic one, but leavetaking brings out the poet in me, or something.

When you're fearfully lonely, I hope you read this letter and remember how much I love you. Imagine me hugging you really tight right now. This is only a letter so I can't, not really, but it can help, can't it?

I think people underestimate how much little things can help. Letters, or telling people you were thinking of them, or any of that kind of thing. When you think about it, we're really made up of all the little things, aren't we? Life isn't about the big choices - well, not completely - it's about the everyday moments and the time we spent together and the laughter we shared. The little choices every moment, to choose friendship or apathy. Apathy is dangerous, Anneka. It's the worst thing you can succumb to, I think. Even worse than actively wrong things, you know?

Letting people slip away is so easy and yet it's the thing we must prevent above all else. It's dangerous. I hope I don't do the same with you, Anneka. I love you too much to let you go. (I wonder how much the people who do let one another walk away feel like that at the start anyway?)

(Surely having tried and having loved and having felt is enough sometimes. Surely sometimes you're just not going to hold on to a friendship. Maybe it was worth it all the way along even if it isn't forever. Treasure the moments regardless of their longevity, if they're important.)

I don't know. I get existential sometimes, you know? I like to write and I like to love and even more, I like to be loved. I still love you, Anneka. I will even if we get to the stage where we can't tell each other. It's still here inside me. Is that where it matters most?

Sadie

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When she got to the home that would be hers from now on, Anneka's first task was filling her drawers with clothing. She put the letter underneath, carefully, where she could read it again. Maybe someday she'd show Vaniah.

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tagging @silent-silver-slip who got me thinking about the whole concept of friendship and losing friendships and it still being important anyway

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