#order up: red velvet cupcake!

[merakiui]

Hello! Could I request flower bouquet from the miscellaneous menu.. And as for the dynamic, I'm quite indecisive on that regard, but I recall you saying it's fine to let you chose? Forgive me if I'm wrong. I'd like to order that with red velvet cupcakes & banana pudding from the midnight menu for Jade Leech, with an AFAB reader. If you are unable to do this, it is completely understandable. I hope your day/night goes well, and may you take care.

yandere!jade leech x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, kidnapping, slight angst, royalty au (princess!reader x butler!jade) note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

It’s well past midnight when Jade finds you in the garden. He spots you milling about aimlessly beneath a stone archway. Greenery twists up the rough surface; vines spotted with tiny flowers drape like fruit from a bough. Moonlight paints you in strokes of silvery magnificence, a breathtaking sight even the most skillful painter could never hope to replicate on a canvas. Even though it’s the middle of summer, there’s a fierce bite to tonight’s temperature. It’s in his nature to protect, a bodyguard and a butler in one, which is precisely why he frets when he notices you’re dressed in a thin nightgown and a silk robe.

You’re stunning regardless of your attire. He’s always thought so. A hopeless observation, for you have never belonged to him and thus those words will remain a scandal under lock and key.

“My lady?” He approaches with even steps, his voice a gentle whisper. Despite his best efforts, you still flinch at his sudden arrival. He bows respectfully, a hand held over his heart. “Forgive me for startling you. I noticed you weren’t in bed when I came to check on you, and so I thought I might find you here.”

“Am I really so predictable?”

“Quite.” He chuckles at the pout that twists on your lips. “Admittedly, my advantage is rather unfair. I’ve known you long enough to commit all of your habits and haunts to memory.”

“You’re too good. It’s not fair…”

“Is everything all right?” Jade moves to shrug his tailcoat off, aiming to drape it across your shoulders for extra layering, but you stop him. “My lady?”

“I’m not cold. Thank you, though.”

Jade nods slowly and slides his arms back into the sleeves. “May I ask what’s keeping you up? It’s unlike you to visit the garden so late.”

“It’s nothing major. Just thinking too much about too many things. If that makes any sense…”

He hums in acknowledgement. You fidget on your bare feet. Some days Jade thinks you’d wander to your death if it weren’t for him. Having suspected this, he made sure to bring your shoes. Guiding you to the marble bench at the end of the pathway, where the space opens into a clearing enclosed with shaped shrubbery, Jade lowers to his knees.

“A princess shouldn’t dirty her feet so carelessly,” he reminds you, taking hold of your foot and gingerly sliding your shoe on.

You frown at him. “Does it matter?”

“In polite society, yes, very much so.”

“Polite society is the worst. How am I meant to frolic in the flowers as the fairy tales intended if I can’t even take my shoes off for such a thing?”

“You may do so in your dreams.”

“It’s not the same.”

Jade gazes at your legs from where he kneels. Should his gaze climb any higher… He snuffs that thought before it can take root. “Perhaps not, but the world within a dream is lenient and lawless. You’re free to break every rule you desire.”

He offers you his arm and you take it. Lifting you from the bench, he walks with you and admires lush blossoms alongside you. Sweet is the night breeze, bringing recollections of a childhood that has long since fled. Watching you, future heir to the throne, from afar, an unimportant butler-in-training… You’ve always been his world—the center of his vision. The single flower in a garden infested with weeds.

What he’d do to pick you and put you in a pot of his own making. To keep you solely because it is the whim of a selfish heart caught up in foolish, one-sided limerence.

“What would you do? In your dreams, I mean. If you could experience any dream, what would it be?”

Jade peers at you, taken aback. “You’re asking me?”

“No, I’m asking the flowers.” Playfully, you reach up to pat his head. He leans down to meet your hand halfway, a smile gracing his features. How fervently he wishes you would touch him with more purpose. If only your individual stations were not so far apart. If only he could become your equal just for tonight and know rapture under your fingertips. “Yes, Jade, I’m asking you.”

It’s not a calculated risk, for he knows the outcome will never be in his favor, but he acts on impulse anyway. He seizes your hand. You flinch away, surprised by this forthright display, but he holds firm. He’s determined to see this through to the end, even if it lands him a heart more shattered than when he began.

“I would become a prince and marry you.”

Much to his chagrin, you laugh. “That’s quite the lofty dream. A funny one, too.”

He squeezes your hand, insistent. “That is the truth.”

“It’s not.” You meet his mismatched stare. “It… It’s not, right? Surely you jest.”

“I have always admired you, my lady.” Testing his limits, he brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles. “Though you may be forever out of my reach and I may be but a mere servant, that does not stop me from loving you any less.”

Your face falls. There is no reciprocation to be found in your gaze. He suspected this from the beginning, but it does nothing to soothe the sting.

He grasps your other hand, hoping to bestow a kiss to it as well, but you jerk away so quickly that you trip over your feet and land in a heap on the grass. He doesn’t make any move to help you up. Not yet, at least. Lying sprawled on your back, you watch him with uncertain eyes.

“How long?”

“The day your father rescued me and brought me in—you offered your hand to me, and you told me I would never know the dangers of the sea again.” Jade stands over you, observing the many emotions flickering on your face, before lowering to your height. He straddles you with ease. “I had never known such kindness until then.”

“Ah, right… I remember that day. You were injured so severely they put you on bedrest. You had to learn how to walk all over again.”

“In spite of everything they told you about me, you visited me regardless. Every day, at every hour, to bring snacks and toys. To cheer me up. To wish for my swift recovery. To act as my crutch. For that, I am forever grateful.” His hands slide your nightgown up, and he feasts on the sight of your panties—on the way you draw your thighs together to hide from him. “I have always stood dutifully by your side, hoping to repay you for all that you’ve done for me.”

You look delicate in the grass, your robe slipping from your shoulders. Like a pinned butterfly or an angel having just fallen from the sky, you’re a sugared fantasy brought to life.

“Jade.” You grab at his shoulders and push back weakly; he doesn’t budge. “We… We shouldn’t. I can’t. If someone were to see—”

“They won’t.”

“Yes, but I—” you turn away from him, worrying your lip between your teeth— “I can’t, Jade… I’m betrothed. F-Furthermore, it’s not safe without…protection. You can’t.”

He smiles fondly, so sickly, stupidly enchanted. With the moon just behind his head, framing it like a hazy halo, you might mistake him for an angel. His actions suggest he’s anything but.

Lifting his index finger to his lips, he shushes you. “In that case, let’s play pretend for tonight—just as we used to—and trap ourselves in a dream.”

Your refusal falls on deaf ears.

Hands crawl along the expanse of your body, feeling everything within reach. He’s overjoyed to behold you, to press down on the space between your legs and savor your staggered breaths. You plead with him all throughout it, begging him to cease now and he’ll be spared. But Jade can’t. If it kills him, he wants to have died knowing he was on cloud nine.

This has always been his dream.

For tonight, he is neither prince nor butler. For tonight, he is simply a monster—the same monster your maids warned you against when you were little: “That cursed child is no good. He will bring ruin to your father—to you, Your Highness. You must keep away, for a child of the sea is a child of destruction and agony.”

The same monster who looked on with a single golden eye, lying in wait like the perfect predator and wearing the skin of a human to hide his true identity. The same monster who took to training as if it were second nature, honing his skills as a butler and a bodyguard. Hardening a heart that has never had the capacity to care for anything other than himself and the ones who have since departed.

The same monster who loves the human he ought to hate, for it is your kind who hunt the waters he was conceived in. Who spear merfolk with harpoons and feast on their flesh and eggs like it’s a sacred delicacy. Who arrange their skeletons in aureate frames. Who mount their taxidermied tails to the wall.

The same monster who, in some distant fairy tale, could have been a king if not for the devastation of his family tree.

Dewy grass sticks to your skin. The scent of moist earth envelops you in its verdant embrace. Jade sinks in slowly, holding you down by your hips. You squirm and cry, but he persists. He could be cruel and callous, rut into you like an animal instead of a lover, but he refrains. He loves you too much, and that hurts more than any pain he could inflict on you.

You dig your nails into his shoulders. If they were sharper, you might have been able to tear through his uniform. Sweet, soft moans spill from pretty, plush lips. He kisses you, adoring the hold your walls have on him when he rolls his hips to fill you deeper.

“Jade… Jade, please,” you ramble, breathing hot and heavy in his ears. It’s musical, the way you sing for him through your tears. “Oh, please pull out. I—aah—can’t… We can’t. Please, Jade.”

Perhaps it would have been easier to hate you and your father—detest the kingdom who has rendered his home an aquatic graveyard. Surrounded in a garden of exotic blooms, Jade thinks that’s impossible. Love born from hate is thorny, impossible to quell once it’s come to fruition. It’s dug its roots into his heart and given way to the most fearsome flower.

He should have killed you. He should have held that pillow over your face all those years ago when he snuck into your bedroom, silent as a shadow. He should have, but he didn’t—couldn’t. And now he’s here, towering over you without the pillow. His hands stray towards your throat, but instead of an execution he drags you against his chest. He can’t.

Years later and he still can’t fulfill his one and only childhood dream.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes glittering. “How I wish you were as ugly as your heart…”

Raindrops spatter your face, a quiet downpour spilling from heterochromatic hues.

You fall apart beneath him, ruined in ways polite society would deem grossly impure.

Now we’re the same, Jade thinks, bowing his head when he reaches his peak. He groans lowly, his eyes squeezed shut. Monsters without homes.

Come morning, the palace is in a panic. The princess has vanished, seemingly whisked away into the night, and the only one who may have any information on her whereabouts has gone with her. Jade doesn’t worry.

No one will find you at the bottom of the sea, unrecognizable as a mermaid in an abandoned coral kingdom.

On his empty throne, he knows of no better place.

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[alittletaste]

FORGET ME NOT

↳ In which Y/ns a baker and Harry’s the bad boy trying to get under her skin

Warnings: Slightly angsty and a confrontation as well as some grovelling. Hope you enjoy this, please remember to send some asks about the fic and to reblog! I appreciate it 🫶

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Everything was in order. Cakes were baked, the dough was kneaded and the cookies were in the oven. The air was scented sweetly from all the baking y/n had been doing since the early hours of the calm and quiet winter morning. The sweet smell of the baked goodies was pungent yet fresh. It was a scent the locals absolutely adored.

Some would say business isn’t as good in the winter as it is in the summer but y/n would disagree. For her, and everyone else in the small town, business was good all year around. Everyone had their role in the town, some people settled on growing crops for the rest of the town whilst others, like y/n herself, settled on making the actual food/goodies people would eat.

Y/n hummed the tune of a song lightly, busying herself on decorating the cupcakes she had baked earlier. She swirled the tip of the icing bag around with ease, expertly icing edible flowers and patterns onto the cakes. She was on the fifth cupcake when she heard the bell placed on top of the front door to her bakery ring, indicating that someone was walking in.

As she looked up, she was met by the local librarian, Ms Anne. A smile crept onto y/ns face as she walked over to the counter to greet her first customer of the day.

“Hello darling” Anne spoke, a smile on her sweet face. She looked around at the variety of baked goods in front of her and inhaled deeply. “It smells lovely in here, as always”

“Hello, Ms Anne! How are you doing today?” Y/n asked, leaning against the counter. Ms Anne was a legend according to y/n, not only did she have an impressive library but she was also the sweetest, softly-spoken woman she has ever come across. Granted they lived in a small town so didn’t really meet a lot of people, but y/n was convinced Anne was one of the greats. Too bad her son couldn’t follow in her footsteps, she always thought.

“I’m doing alright, just came in to get the cake I ordered last week” Anne spoke, reminding y/n of the order which she totally forgot about.

“Oh, um, which cake?” Y/n asks, a sweat breaking on her forehead at the fact that she’s completely forgotten Anne’s order.

“The one for Harry? Remember, it’s his birthday cake” the older lady replied, if she has realised that y/n has forgotten to bake the cake, she doesn’t show it.

“Oh shit” the younger of the two curses, slamming her palm against her forehead. “I’m so sorry, fuck. I can’t believe I forgot about it. I can still get it done for today though, what time do you need it by?”

“Hey, it’s okay” Anne soothes softly, placing her hand over y/ns in a gentle manner. “Things happen, it’s okay. The party isn’t till 6 pm, would that be enough time?”

“Yeah that should be fine” y/n replies, her teeth tugging on her bottom lips “I’m so sorry again Ms Anne. I don’t know how it slipped out of my mind, it’s so unprofessional” she spoke, shaking her head at herself.

“Seriously darling, it’s ok, I promise” Anne smiles, slowly soothing y/ns worry and guilt. “I’ll send Harry to collect the cake around 5, is that fine?”

“Yeah that’ll be perfect, I’m sorry once again” y/n replies and Anne chuckles softly, once again reminding the younger of the two that it’s ok before she walks out.

Great. Now not only does y/n have to work under stress due to her own actions but she’ll also have to see Harry.

-

It takes Y/n approximately 4 hours to finish the cake, she baked the red velvet that was requested in the initial request and used royal blue icing to coat it. She drew on a yellow car, a nod to Harry’s career as the local mechanic, with some buttercream icing and wrote “Happy birthday Harry” in red icing.

Just as she puts the cake in the fridge, she hears the bell. Today had been a quiet day at the bakery which y/n was so grateful for, it meant that she could finish off the cake rather than entertain customers.

As she turns around to face the counter, she’s face to face with Harry, a smug grin on his face. He looked as annoyingly handsome as always, his curious emerald eyes trailing up and down her body. “Hey” he let out, his voice was a lot deeper since the last time Y/n had heard it, all the way back in school when they were best pals. Alas, things change, and people change.

“Hi,” she replies, staring back into his eyes.

He chuckles, “of course, it’s my cake you forget about.”

“It slipped my mind, ok, I’ve got other orders too you know” Y/n sasses back.

“Let’s hope you don’t forget them too” he challenges, one thing about Harry it was that he loved getting a rise out of people, especially y/n. It’s what caused that big fight all those years back to happen. Harry taunts people and y/n isn’t the type to stay quiet when that happens to her.

“I would never do that to them” Y/n hisses, putting an emphasis on the them to really get her point across. One thing Y/n couldn’t handle was when people came at her for her job, she was good at it, one of the best bakers in town and she deserved the respect.

“Nice to see you’re as feisty as always” he speaks, biting back a chuckle at the way he was annoying y/n. He loved the way y/ns forehead creased and the little burrow in her brows every time he annoyed her.

“And you’re a dick as always” she replies with a roll of her eye as she turns back towards the fridge to take the cake out and give Harry so he could leave as soon as possible.

“It’s funny, every time I see you, you’re always on about my dick. If you really want it, all you have to do is ask” Harry smirks causing y/n to groan.

“You’re so disgusting. There’s a difference between talking about your dick and calling you a dick” she argues, placing the cake on the counter and pushing it towards Harry.

“Wow, you’ve done a decent job. Thought I was going to get cake crumbs or something” he chuckles, pulling out his wallet to pay for the cake.

“It’s what you deserve but Anne’s much too nice of a lady and I couldn’t do that to her” Y/n smiles, sending daggers to Harry as he places the money in her hand. She puts the money away and waits for Harry to go.

“Thanks for the cake, sweet pea” he smiles and turns to leave, but he turns around again. “Look, I know I’m a dick, but I'm really sorry” he says, a look of guilt clouding his eyes.

“For?” Y/n asks, honestly taken aback that he sucked up his ego to apologise.

“For everything, all those years I treated you like shit. I didn’t deserve you as my best bud back then, you were amazing and I’m sorry for how our friendship ended.” He says, y/n knew Harry, she could tell the look on his face was genuine. He was actually feeling bad.

“Yeah yeah, it’s ok” y/n replies, not knowing how to act especially since he was walking right up to her. He smiles, but he can tell the conflicted look on y/ns face. Harry’s heart aches at the pain he had caused her the past years, how he treated her like shit, taunting her and essentially bullying her. He swears it was all friendly but he didn’t understand the impacts stuff like that could have until he was here, looking into y/n's eyes.

His own eyes soften as he leans down and places a soft kiss on her cheek before he whispers a quiet sorry into her ear. All y/n does is nod, she genuinely forgives him, and with that, he’s out the door. To nobody’s surprise, y/n needs a few seconds to compose herself before she’s back to work, her mind still wandering off to how soft his lips felt on her skin.

-

The next morning as y/n opens up her bakery, she hears the bell and looks up to see the postman. He was holding a bouquet and softly placed it on the counter. “Special little delivery for you hun” he speaks with a smile and y/n thanks him, waiting for him to leave before she examines the flowers.

They were Forget-me-nots from Gemma’s florist shop and instantly she knew who it was from, Gemma was Harry’s sister.

When she tugged out the little note, it wrote “I mean it, I’m sorry. Let’s try this again?” Below that was Harry’s personal number and without another thought, Y/n saved it into her phone before placing the forget-me-nots in the empty vase on the counter with a smile on her face.

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[lavendermunson]

gingerbread - eddie munson

day 1 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw no one just fluff. gilmore!reader working with sookie!

It was the way his curls framed his beautiful face, his big brown eyes shining under the soft yellow lights of the bakery, the way his fingers poked into his vest’s pockets to find the quarters for the tip jar. 

You’ve always looked at him with a sense of hope. Even if it’s while packing orders, fixing the last-minute details on a cake, or replacing stuff on the shelves. But now that you are taking care of everything at the front – because Sookie told you and the kitchen is a mess anyway – he’s going to come in any minute now, along with his uncle, of course. He is going to order the ‘muffin of the day’ and you’ll look for the one who has more chocolate chips since that’s the flavor you picked for the special today. 

You see his van pull up in front of the store, he has a red beanie on that matches his signature Dio vest. But even with all of the winter accessories in the world, the top of his nose is still red and cold just like his cheeks. He tries to warm his hands, rubbing them together even with his rings on.

“What are you- oh! the cute guy” Sookie’s voice makes you jump, shaking your head to get out of your thoughts and try to act like a normal person. Your crush on Eddie is not a secret between you and your employer, who happens to be your mom's best friend too. 

“Shh, I'm not ready for this. Can you take his order for me?” you ask her, she notices the anxiety on your face. 

“Nope, you got this sweetie!” Sookie goes back to the kitchen leaving you alone, damn it.

The bell of the store rings and as you look up, he stands in front of you. Just looking at you with a shine in his eyes and a little small on his face. 

“Hey,” Eddie says, not noticing the way your body shakes at his words. 

“Hey, welcome to Sookie’s, what can I get for you?” 

You follow the script, it’s easy. He’ll order his usual, you’ll serve him, he’ll pay and eventually leave. Leaving you with your empty heart and your longing for him. 

“I’m not sure, I want something new… something sweeter. Can you help me with that?” 

A grin shows up on his face, his words getting in your head and your cheeks getting that pink tone. Yeah, you can help, you’d do anything. 

“I think we have some-“

Sookie comes back from the kitchen, with a new batch of gingerbread cookies. The recipe you created for weeks.

“Hey! Eddie? Where's your uncle?” she asks, stealing Eddie’s attention from you. 

“He is at home, took a very much-needed day off and he’s cleaning his mug collection. I didn't want to get in the way”

His pretty curls bounce as he shakes his head and an adorable giggle falls off from his lips. He has you right in the palm of his hand and doesn’t even notice. 

“Wonderful, hope he gets some rest. Would you like to try our new gingerbread recipe? my favorite sous chef made this recipe” 

Sookie nudges your arm, pushing the tray of cookies toward Eddie, who hesitates before leaning back.

“Sorry. I hate gingerbread, but I’m sure they are amazing!” 

Sookie returns to the kitchen after telling Eddie not to worry offering a smile and leaving the tray of cookies for you to display.

“I am so, so sorry” 

“Don’t worry about it, what can I get for you today”

“Yeah, uh, three red velvet cupcakes and.…” he pauses while hunching down and looking at all the pastries. “Four chocolate chip cookies please" For a moment his gaze locks with your eyes, and his cheeks glow red as yours when he sees you smiling at him. 

If he could, he would kiss you right now to show you just how lucky and grateful he is to see your face almost every day. Here. At school. At parties. At the public library.

“Anything else?” you ask, trying to help and trying for a speech to come out of your lips to make him buy more sweets for his uncle. 

You carefully place his order in a box, taking extra care not to smush the cupcakes. He looks at you, admiring your pink glossy lips, rosy cheeks, and cute apron.

“You” his voice is soft, but firm. The unexpected and tiny confession makes your heart thump as loud as it can against your chest.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he returns to be in front of you, placing both of his hands on the counter. Goosebumps are taking all over your body if he wants to distract you, he sure has.

“Your total is 13 dollars with 35 cents” you blur out. He lets out a chuckle when you avoid his eyes, focusing on writing his receipt and accepting the money just to give him his change.

“Thank you. But I’m still missing one thing” Eddie notices the way you bite your lower lip hiding your smile as his words come in a surprise. He has wanted to make a move for so long. “Can you take a break?” 

He holds the little box you gave him between his hands, his ringed fingers tapping at the cardboard impatiently. You smile as he waits for your answer, it was not a joke, you weren’t dreaming. Eddie has this mischievous grin on his face that just makes your stomach fill with butterflies. 

“I’ll ask, wait for me by the back door” 

You run up to the kitchen and ask Sookie for a break. She says you only have five minutes because you already had a long break and she needs you to take the customer’s orders. 

You pause at the back door to check your reflection in the mirror, smoothing your hair and adding a touch more lip gloss. As you turn to leave, you realize you've forgotten to remove your apron. It's too late to do anything about it, though, because as soon as you open the door, you come face to face with Eddie.

“I mean it, I want you. I’ve had this crush on you for a while now. Every time I come here it’s to see you and I’d love to-“

His words get cut off by the way you press his lips against his. His hands find your waist giving them a soft squeeze before tangling his arms around you to push you closer. You steady yourself on your tippy toes, and reach for him, placing your hands on his shoulders.

With one hand, you tangle your fingers in the curls at the back of his neck, keeping him close. 

“I’d love to take you on a date” Eddie finishes his sentence when he breaks the kiss. “Would you give me the honor of taking you on a date?”

“Yes. Yes, I want to. I want you too, Eddie” You nod, smiling big as his eyes glow. He feels you shaking under him, of course. You forgot your coat.

He hugs you closer to his body, trying to shield you from the cold. You take comfort in his embrace, letting your arms fall to the side of his body, and get inside his jacket to hug him and warm your hands. 

“By the way… you taste good. I mean, the kiss, you-“

“I ate a lot of gingerbread cookies”

You look up at him, trying to stay close for warmth but wanting to see his face. 

“And you said you didn’t like it” you tease.

He smiles at you, giggling. 

“Now I don’t mind, not when I get to do this again” 

He leans in and kisses you again while holding you close. He doesn’t care about the cold, he doesn’t even care about the taste he swore he hated. He only cares about you, his future girl.

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[t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d]

Hello~ ʕっ˘ڡ˘ςʔ

I have a request for one-shot with Rise Leo x a crush fem reader were the reader is an actor for a movie as the maniac villan but she is very shy irl (maybe Leo finds a fan fiction about reader, would he read it? XD) Is ok if you don't want to do this 😅

(Not at All) Evil

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ ;; leo's meeting his celebrity crush, turns out she's not as villainous as portrayed

taglist ;; @apostlephobe

req ;; yes/no

fem reader - she/her prns

warnings ;; swearing

"Leo! Get a hurry on, we'll be late for the convention!" Raph groaned, Donnie tapping his foot impatiently alongside him as Mikey bounced about, chittering on about how excited he was.

Leonardo, on the other hand, was very, very nervous. He's been a long-time fan of Y/n ever since they starred in a movie as a villain. As soon as he heard the evil laughter spilling from her lips in one particular scene, he was smitten. And of course, his brothers being the good family they were, found and purchased tickets for a convention where Y/n would have a scheduled meet-and-greet.

The day before, he very carefully curated his outfit, picked out funny jokes and even made a script for anything that Y/n might say during the meet-and-greet. He had everything down to a T, to ensure he made a good impression on the idol he oh-so adored.

"Leo, if you don't get your fanboy butt out here, we're leavin' without ya!" Raph yells.

"... Fanboy ass." Mikey corrected quietly with a snicker.

The alligator snapping turtle turned on his heel towards Michelangelo with a scowl. "What. Did. You. Just. Say?"

"N-Nothin'!" Mikey squeaked, hiding behind Donnie.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Leo yelled back, giving one last glance in the mirror before grabbing a backpack to carry with him. Once everyone was all gathered up together, they made the long journey towards the convention center. The brothers promised to meet up together after, each going their separate ways. If he could remember correctly, Leonardo watched as Donnie headed towards a streamer’s (who was famous for building very questionable and dangerous things) meet-and-greet, Raph was off to see the booths and the cute things being sold, and Mikey was going to the food stalls, where there would be some prestigious chefs and food critics.

Simply vibrating in both anxiety and joy, Leo couldn’t stop the small chirrups that escaped him as he made his way upstairs, taking several rides up elevators to see his idol. The posters hung around, some boasting her presence, servined only to fuel the fire of his excitement.

Leonardo finally arrived at the designated area for Y/n’s meet-and-greet, velvet ropes set up to help designate where the fans should line up and patiently wait for their turn to have their photos taken and to chat with the actress. Only… It was strangely empty?

The red-eared slider looked around, confused. It was only 3pm, surely the meet-and-greet would be starting in some thirty minutes? He came early, but not that early. He opened up his phone to look at the tickets and then to look at the flyer for Y/n’s booth, only to crumble to the ground and hit the wall in agony.

‘Come and see the fabulous Y/n IRL! Booths and meet-and-greet open from 3:30-5pm!’

What he hadn’t read were the dates that she would be present. Alas, he had come a day too late.

Sulking and moping with his head hung low, Leonardo sought out Raph and clung to him sadly, weeping overdramatically as he perched atop his older brother’s shell. He whined and moaned about ‘injustice’ and the ‘absolute ruin’ his day had become as Raphael purchased new stuffed animals and even a small treat to cheer Leo up. Leo sobbed as he munched on a cupcake.

Eventually the whole group had gotten back together, the sun starting to set as they made their way towards a restaurant to order some food.

“I just don’t get it,” Leonardo wailed, leaning on Donnie (much to his twin’s disapproval). “I thought the meet-up was today… I was so, so excited, you guys can’t even IMAGINE the amount of, of- Donnie, what’s a big, genius word for feeling sad?”

“Bereaved? Sorrowful? Despondent? Woeful? Disconsolate? P-”

Leo made a loud shushing sound at the softshell as Raph ordered for the brothers. “Yes, yes, yes, I get it! I have such sadness in me, none of you could possibly understand!” (They all, in fact, understood, because Leonardo would simply not stop moaning and groaning over it since they all had regrouped.)

They all sat down in a booth, each having a burger, some fries and a soda. “But I’m just saying, I can’t believe I misread the flyer.” Leo sighed sadly, taking a sorrowful munch of his burger. “I was so looking forward to meeting her. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.”

“Um, excuse me?” A small, feminine voice spoke up.

Leonardo turned towards her, a gloomy look on his face. The first thing that his eyes had landed on was his phone (a distinct, blue-decorated phone case, as well as a photocard of Y/n’s role as the villain behind the clear phone case, credits to Mikey) in her hand, offering it to the brothers.

“Is this one of yours?”

Then, Leo took the phone and opened his mouth to thank the kind young woman, only to gape his mouth at her in surprise. To his absolute, inexplicable glee, the girl who had given Leo his phone was none other than his idol. There stood Y/n, in all of her glory!

“Ah- uhm, you, uh, when- You, you, uhm-” Leonardo babbled, cheeks flushed in embarrassment as his tail thumped against the plasticy-fabric of the booth and his fingers tapped in a fast, rhythmic pattern on the table.

His brothers laughed, Donnie leaning over with a shit-eating grin. “Sorry about my brother, he’s very socially inept and stupid. He means to say thank you and that he’s a very big fan of your films and the roles that you play.”

“Oh! And he was real sad earlier ‘cause he missed your meet-and-greet today ‘cause he misread the flyer for it!” Mikey added, a bright smile on his face.

Y/n nodded softly, a gentle smile on her lips as she looked towards Leonardo. “Is that so? I’m very sorry. I’ll talk to my managers later about making sure the dates and times are clearer.” She responded in a sheepish, genuine tone. “Would you like a photo, then? I apologize that you had wasted your money in such a way.”

“I-you, uhhh, um, y-”

“Yes, he would!” Raph smiled, picking up Leo so that he stood beside you. Donnie took Leo’s phone, tapping away and inserting the password.

“Next time, don’t leave your phone on with fanfiction up, Leo. This writing is abysmal!” Don teased, giving a knowing nod towards Y/n as he pulled up the camera. “Alright! Leo, smile!”

Click!

As the brothers returned to their seats, Y/n stuck by for a few minutes to laugh and chat for a bit, writing her autograph onto a napkin, placing it in front of Leo before leaving.

It wasn’t until they were at home that Leonardo finally came to. “Oh my god. Oh. Oh my GOD!” He shrieked in the turtle tank as he swiped through his phone and clutched the napkin. “OHMYGO- Owwww!” He rubbed the back of his head, tossing a glare at Donnie, who had hit the back of his head.

He huffed and ran over to his room, taking some tape from Mikey’s and taping the autograph onto his wall. Leo chirped happily, clapping his hands in glee. “This! This is the best day ever!” He shouted in joy.

A/N ;; girl im so fuckin EEPY I SWEAR IVE NEVER BEEN SO EEPY IN MY LIFE </3 anyway TY FOR THE REQUEST GRACIAS!!!! mewmewmew THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN might make crumbs for it???? bc i scrapped. a LOT of scenes. anyway first week of school over and i already want to kword myself <33333

LUV FROM ;; CUPEZ

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[froggoon]

˚✧₊YUTA'S GIRLFRIEND⁺˳✧༚

A short one-shot where Yuta meets you at your cafe.

★ pairing: Yuta x f!reader ( slight Yuji)

★ wc: 1.33k

After Rika, Yuta never thought he would find love again. Rika was his only friend and he held onto her for so long. He was a shy, awkward guy and barely could talk to a girl. But you were to easy to converse with. He had met you at a cafe, your cafe. You owned the Blue Cat. a small cafe that Yuta swears is the best in town, and not just because he liked you.

Yuta came into your cafe for lunch after a mission feeling tired and hungry. He had been going on nonstop missions for the last 2 weeks and was feeling isolated from his friends. Occasionally he would see Maki and Inumaki but only briefly before he had to go. So when he met you and experienced your kindness, he became enamored. He had ordered a BLT sandwich and a black coffee before sitting by the window looking at the sunset. He didn't know how long he stayed there but he didn't feel like doing back to Jujutsu tech, fearing he would be given another mission. After a while, you approached his table with a soft smile and a cupcake. "Hey, I'm (y/n). This is on the house, you look like you needed it." You started to move away when a firm grip held your hand in place. "Wait...stay." Yuta was a little embarrassed, he was never the bold type but he needed some company, and your friendly face was the first he'd seen in a while. You were shocked but sat down. You thought he was cute, with his panda eyes and soft demeanor. He learned a lot about you, your favorite things to do, the desserts you like, and how you came into owning the Blue Cat. He could listen to you for hours.

"Oh my god, it's closing time." Most of the customers had already left, it was only you and Yuta. "Oh, I'm so sorry for keeping you here." Yuta apologized. "No worries, I enjoyed talking to you... feel free to stop by more often. Let me give you my number!" You ran behind the counter to a pen and scribbled your number on a napkin to give him. After saying goodbye you two parted ways, but it wouldn't be the last time Yuta came by, he would come by every week, then, twice a week, then every day.

It wasn't long till Yuta and you started to date. He was the best boyfriend, always texting you updates on his mission, making time to see you before you closed, and occasionally going on dates. The last date you two went on was to the countryside to a flower field and he picked you the largest bouquet! You could say he was a romantic.

Yuta had begun brightening up, and everyone could see it. No longer was he like a sulking shadow, but he began walking with more confidence and starting more conversations rather than just saying hi.

"Maki, doesn't Yuta seem different? He seems happier" Panda noted. He Maki and Toge were having lunch in the courtyard.

"Your right, he even smiled at me the other day, like a big smile." Maki agreed. " What do you think Toge? "

"shake." Toge nodded.

They went on to gobbling their lunch before Gojo tried to join them.

Meanwhile, Yuta had just come back from your cafe passing the trio. "YUTA!!!! hey, where are you coming from" Panda said wrapping his arm around Yuta.

"Oh, I'm just coming back from the Blue Cat!"

"Wait I heard that place is really good, have you tried the sweets there? Panda I've been saying we should go !" Maki shouted.

Yuta scratched his head and blushed "Yeah they're super good I love the red velvet cupcakes. I go pretty often"

"And you've never invited us!" "Sorry Maki, how about we all go Saturday! I don't have a mission" Yuta was going to go Saturday anyway and then sleep at your place, but It couldn't hurt to bring his friends, you've been wanting to meet them anyway.

The next day Yuta was super busy he didn't have time to stop by Blue Cat so you decided to make him lunch and bring it to him.

Walking around Jujutsu tech you looked for the dorms to surprise him. Maki noticed you enter and kept her eyes on you, what was a non-sorcerer doing here? You looked innocent in your pink summer dress and cafe apron but one can never be too sure.

"And you who are you?"

You let out a scream and almost dropped Yuta's lunch. There was a girl with glasses and green hair staring into your soul. You felt a little intimidated by her, but it was obvious she was a strong person.

"Im uh bringing lunch for my boyfriend... he said he dorms here."

Maki saw " Yu <3 "written on the bag you were holding and assumed you were looking for Yuji. You were super pretty and just Yuji's type, shy boy Yuta never even crossed her mind.

"Oh my bad sorry, the dorms are that way," She said pointing in the opposite direction you had been walking. Little did you know you were walking towards the freshman dorm. As you approached the dorms Yuji had come out of his room. "Oh, hi there" He greeted. Maki was right you were super cute and totally Yuji's type. "Are you a new student here?" He said approaching you cooly. "Oh no, Im-"

"She's here for me," A familiar voice said, wrapping its hand around your waist.

"Y-Yuta! You scared me" You said turning around to hug him.

"Dang it the cute ones are always taken," Yuji said before returning to his room.

Giving you a kiss Yuta spun you around before snuggling his face in your neck. " I've missed you today, thank you for coming my love." You blushed and kissed his head "Of course Yuu, let me take care of you." Yuta looked up and saw a mischievous glint in your eye before dragging you off toward his room.

Saturday could not come sooner, after Yuta told you about his friends visiting you were so excited. He told you all about them and how they helped him with Rika and adjusting to school.

Yuta, Maki, Panda, and Toge headed to the Blue Cat.

"I'm so excited! I heard their desserts are the BEST. Im going to buy one of everything, and you better not eat it Panda..." Maki glared at Panda, last time he ate all her pastries from Paris Baguette.

They all sat down near the front of the cafe and began gushing over the menu. You had just finished putting a batch of muffins in the oven when you walked over to meet the group. "Hi, welcome to-" You were interrupted by Maki shouting " Hey your Yuji's girlfriend!! We met the other day." You were shocked she thought that, but you hadn't told her who your boyfriend was. Maki continued to tell everyone how you had brought Yuji lunch and it was so cute. You looked to Yuta for an explanation but he was looking down. "Ah.. Maki, you misunderstand" You said waving your hand in the air. You didn't know if Yuta was the jealous type, but for now, he was silent. Suddenly Yuta looked at up with a smile on his face "Actually Maki." His chair squeaked on the floor as he stood up. Yuta wrapped his arm around your waist. " She mine. " Maki, Panda, and Toge looked up in shock.

"No way! She's your girlfriend...but she's so pretty." Maki shouted.

"Shake."

" Congrats Yuta." Panda approved.

You took this as an opportunity to kiss Yutas cheek. " We met at the cafe since he came here all the time. Yuta's very sweet to me." You looked up at Yuta adoringly. He did treat you well. Before Yuta, you were struggling to get out of bed each morning, running out of ideas for desserts, but after you woke up each morning excited to text Yuta and things finally felt right in the world.

"In fact, I have a surprise for you guys. " You walked back to the kitchen to retrieve the new dessert you've been working on.

Coming back out you revealed a pink and white strawberry cake with heart-shaped sprinkles.

" This is my newest dessert! The Yuta special !"

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[midstofroses]

Love Me Like That

❝𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆— 𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.❞

♡

Pairing: Jeong Yuno-Jaehyun (nct) x (fem!oc) Original Character

» Genre: one-shot, soft-angst, underlying suggestive– reader discretion advised ▪︎ ex to lovers » Disclaimer! This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events or even other fictional stories is purely coincidental

Sienna stepped into the room, the aroma of pizza lingering in the air. "You're just in time. Did you bring the pizza?" Her friend– Nabi asked, revealing the items she had bought. "Yeah, and got some chicken too," she smiled excitedly.

Their living room was transformed into a haven for a movie marathon, a night to savour their well-deserved chill and create fond memories. Nabi's eyes sparkled with excitement as she accepted the food. "Well, then you should go clean yourself and come back here so we can start our movie night."

"I'll be quick," Sienna chimed.

After a brisk wash, the refreshing feeling enveloped her. A slight relief washed over her, even though her raging hormones from that time of the month still caused her physical discomfort.

While picking up her pyjamas, she noticed a mountain of clean clothes at the edge of her bed. Sighing, she decided to restore order before rejoining her friends. Sienna's frustration grew when the drawer refused to close. It wasn't as if she had bought new clothes for her drawer to betray her.

After several failed attempts, she couldn't contain her anger and punched the drawer in frustration.

"I missed him," she mumbled, catching her breath. The reason for her inconvenience dawned on her – her clothes weren't folded the way they used to be when he was around. How foolish of her.

Leaving her dark room, Sienna went to the kitchen where Kai noticed her friend's slightly bruised hand. "Oh? What happened to your hand?" she asked in confusion.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just need to run water on it," Sienna replied, brushing off the concern.

"Make sure you put ointment and bandage it after cooling it off," Kai advised.

"Yeah, will do," Sienna responded, putting on a brave smile beneath her troubled emotions.

"Oh, by the way, Jaehyun came by this afternoon looking for you," Nabi announced, interrupting the moment. Kai recalled the earlier encounter, suspecting a disagreement.

"Did you guys fight?" Kai asked, and Sienna's expression grew timid. She didn't want to discuss him; it was giving her a headache.

"He brought red velvet cupcakes," Nabi added, trying to lighten the mood. Sienna glanced at the coffee table, spotting the cupcakes – a favourite treat of theirs.

"You mentioned it's your first day of 'red days.' I guess having Jaehyun be part of your monthly flow app is so useful," Nabi giggled, proud of the gesture despite the situation.

"Heh, I guess so," Sienna chirped, trying to keep the conversation light while tending to her hand. "Why does he always have great timing?" she pondered, glancing at her phone with unread messages from Yuno piling up.

As they settled into their movie night, Kai brought up the topic of sharing expenses in a relationship. The conversation flowed, intertwining with the movie's background noise.

"I totally agree with you gals, but if the guy made you feel uncomfortable throughout the date, I'd rather pay my half and be done with it," Sienna commented, sharing her perspective.

Kai expanded on the aftermath, "So he wouldn't have the chance to point stupid things. Such as he paid the whole time, but he would act like a sad boy or an ass since the date didn't end well, right?"

"Exactly! Ugh, that's the feeling I hate," Sienna raged, hugging a pillow. After her emotional outburst, she finally indulged in the red velvet cupcake she had been craving.

As the night deepened, the snow outside intensified, creating a cosy atmosphere in their little bubble of friendship. "But if you think about it like this, he wasted your valuable time." Kai offered a new perspective. “So you at least did not waste your own money”

"But that's not what she came for in the first place," Nabi pointed out, settling the situation. “Besides we all know we can earn more money than to live like that.” 

"I'd still rather drown myself than give him the privilege to think he spoiled me with his own money," Sienna expressed her feelings, hormones adding a touch of intensity.

The three friends continued their night, sharing deep conversations and appreciating each other's presence. Unbeknownst to them, Sienna was truly grateful, even amid the challenges she hid behind her facade.

As the last days of spring dwindled, Yuno felt a magnetic pull towards the enchanting nights, eager to grasp the remnants of the season before the relentless heat of summer took over. The crisp wind, a balm for his cluttered mind, whispered promises of clarity.

"This feels nice," he murmured, eyes fixed on the captivating night unfolding in the park by the river. Soft lights adorned the streets, and cherry blossoms, in their final dance, swirled around, accompanied by the gentle melody emanating from his headphones.

On a whim, Yuno invited Johnny for a spontaneous bike ride, half-expecting a decline. Much to his surprise, his best friend agreed, and they found themselves in a nearby park, a place etched with memories of their shared adventures.

Yuno, seeking an escape from the confines of home and work, embraced the freedom of riding through the city. The wind carried untold stories, and the cityscape unfolded its secrets.

"Hey, there's no one in the court," Johnny observed, diverting Jaehyun's attention. "Wanna play?" Jaehyun suggested.

"Yeah, it's been a while. It's going to be fun," Johnny agreed, infusing the atmosphere with infectious enthusiasm. After a few spirited rounds, they decided to take a breather, relishing the camaraderie that defined their friendship.

Perched on a bench around the court, they savoured water and ice cream. Johnny playfully teased, "Jae, not to sound like a jealous second babe, but don't you usually ask Sienna for these?" Laughter bubbled up, but beneath the banter, Jaehyun grappled with emotions threatening to surface.

START OF FLASHBACK.

The dark room lit up with the moonlight and the desk lamp near her, Yuno smiled seeing Sienna was waiting at his place.

He closed their proximity by hugging her. Yuno always takes this kind of opportunity whenever she waits for him to come home after a long day from work. He feels relieved from his stress even with just one hug from his favourite person. 

After letting him hug her, Yuno stared at her with curiosity “You’d spend the night here?” 

Sienna gulped avoiding his gaze. "You went over my head and paid for my University fees without telling me." Her voice was monotone, standing up from where they were sitting. 

"Oh, I guess it's too late for a surprise now." He looks up at her, smiling giddily. But, he recognizes her demeanour changes negatively, making his face drop in worry. 

“Let me remind you, I'm not a girl who you could just simply pay for, Yuno.” She scoffs painfully. “If you think your grand gesture was cute, well news flash I’m disappointed.” Sienna attempts to calm her voice down, “You didn’t even bother to have this conversation with me!” But alas her blood boils with her tears slowly falling from her eyesight becoming an ocean of pain. 

Yuno stood up straight. “It’s just money, Sienna.” He chortles, brushing his hair out of his face.“I don't want you to be stressed because of money.” Yuno huffs out, confused by her action. “I could always make more money for me– for us.” Yet he strives to get close to her, cupping her face with his hands softly caressing her stained cheeks. “And I can help you with that, can’t you see it? I want to support you so you can reach your goal!” His voice and face emitted torment, he hated how this situation occurred. 

Her birthday was coming up, and all he wanted was to do something that alleviated her burden. 

She removes his hands from her face aggressively, moving away from him. 

“You think my family and I can’t handle our shit?” she sarcastically laughed, trying to stop her sobbing, though it was difficult to execute. Anxiously she bit her bottom lip harder.

He could sense her walls starting to appear once again, his nightmare slowly coming to life.  

“Sure I'm struggling, my family is struggling.” The young lady asserts, “But I've experienced far much worse than this bullshit and we’ve survived.'' Sienna picked up a pillow and slammed it on the coach. “Why can’t you believe in me?!” With every word she screams out, the pillow gets slammed on the coach. Relinquishing her anger through the use of this method. She stopped her antics, breathing heavily. Sienna peer dead in the eyes of him. “I just needed more time to accomplish things, not all plans can sail smoothly.” Her voice cracked, eyes were gradually forming to puff. 

“Sienna, I know how much you want to study again, despite not having it as your first choice with this course.” His body quivered, tears heavily forming as he scanned her figure.“Whenever I see how you recall your memories with your friends or when you help them study, you always have that spark.” He carries on describing his affection towards Sienna and how he witnessed her in the past years of their relationship. “I just want to bring that spark back.” He’s not the type who would just sit down on purpose. If he indeed has the means to help her out, even just a little he would do it in a heartbeat. 

Life is hard and he desires to be a partner where she can lean onto him safely. 

Yuno wanted to come closer to her, yet she immediately flinched and it broke his heart into pieces seeing her first instinct was to run away from him. 

“Jeong Yuno, You’re not getting the point here.” Sienna sniffles as she shakes her head while gazing down on the floor. “We’re over.” she declares, with his furrowed brows “No.” He sternly demands.

She sneered, “After all of this, I'll do the grand gesture to finally break this relationship off.” With her last remark, her body evacuated from his place. 

Yuno followed her out but she was too fast and he was too slow to handle the situation, he got lost finding her.

END OF FLASHBACK.

Jaehyun just bared his soul to Johnny, revealing the painful truth of his recent breakup with Sienna, a wound haunting him for three months. It marked a vulnerable moment for Jaehyun, who, until now, had grappled with the harsh reality and denial.

Unbeknownst to Jaehyun, Johnny already knew the heart-wrenching details. A week earlier, Kai, Johnny's girlfriend, had shared the relationship's demise with him. Though Kai hadn't intended to spill the beans, the weight of the secret pushed Johnny to convince her to share the truth.

The revelation left Johnny stunned.  Sienna was dead serious with Kai, She didn’t want to entertain questions about them so only a few people got to know the real state of their relationship. Johnny unwittingly became one of those few.

Now, faced with Jaehyun's raw emotions, Johnny wrestled with the delicate balance between concern for his friend and utmost respect for their privacy. He had upheld his end of the bargain, bearing the weight of their shared secret. As a pillar of support, Johnny stood ready to help Jaehyun navigate the emotional turmoil, recognizing Yuno's need for that gentle push.

"How did you cope up?" Johnny delicately probed, shattering the unspoken barriers.

"After that night, every week I'd visit their house, hoping to find her. Eventually, I had to stop when a big project came my way. But I kept leaving messages, calls, even emails," Jaehyun confessed, his unwavering dedication to Sienna palpable. Two years into working with an architecture company, Sienna had been his anchor.

"Sometimes I'd order stuff to be delivered to their home. But after two months, I received a message from her. One message that I thought was my chance to come back into her life, and then I saw it." Jaehyun sighed deeply, the raw pain reflected in his eyes. "She sent: 'It's about time you stop this, don't tire yourself out."

That broke Yuno once again. It snapped his brain, and I focused on work, endless work, stuck at his place, never having an inch to socialize.

Earlier that morning, Jaehyun had grappled with anxiety before a crucial presentation. He dialled Sienna's number, seeking support, but as he hesitated his thumb hovered, preparing to drop the call. To his surprise, her mom picked up, offering words of encouragement and cheering him on.

"She hasn't told them," Johnny stated bluntly.

"No, and obviously I didn't have the heart to either," Jaehyun admitted, the weight of his emotions palpable. The conversation with Sienna's mom provided a brief respite, helping him get through the day and close a deal with clients.

"You're so down bad for Sienna," Johnny remarked, understanding the depth of his friend's emotions. As Jaehyun struggled to contain his feelings, Johnny encouraged him to let them out.

As if on cue, Jaehyun lets himself slowly reveal the emotions that’s been wanting to gush through his walls.

Well, to be fair, this wasn’t his first time crying. He sure had those little episodes in the craziest random time of the day where Yuno would have a mini breakdown remembering his situation with her.

Believe it or not, there was a particular night when he devestatedly couldn't sleep. He tried everything.

First, Yuno got himself up for a quick jog for him to wear out and took a warm shower, though it only made him feel more alive. So he resumed by drinking some wine as he watched a movie, played soothing music, and even read a book. But, it all went down the drain due to his brain failing to focus.

His last resort was masturbating. With no brainer, of course, he would think of her. Although, the fact that he remembers their moments together, he instead ended up crying that night and which made him fall asleep.

It was not the expected way, but it worked.

"I know I fucked up," Jaehyun confessed, tears flowing freely. "But how exactly? To the point she ended up breaking up with me?" The wounds deepened as he confronted the reality of his mistakes.

Johnny, offering comfort, reassured Jaehyun that Sienna's situation was tough. However, he pointed out that Jaehyun's well-intentioned actions were not executed correctly.

"Always remember this, Yuno. As much as you want to help people, you also have to remember where they're standing from. A good honest deed has a chance to appear as insensitive and patronizing," Johnny advised, hitting the core of the issue.

In the real world, complexities surpassed those of fairy tales and movies. Jaehyun realized he should have communicated with Sienna before assuming he could magically alleviate her problems.

Entering the diner, the music from the speakers greeted her. Setting the vibe already makes her feel at ease with the atmosphere where she’s hanging out tonight. Her gaze stopped wondering as she saw Kyujin and Minghao already sitting. Meanwhile, Seokmin was standing up talking on his phone. He has the right hunch that his friend has work left to discuss. 

They greeted her as she put herself comfortably on her seat. She’s with one of her old university buddies. Due to her problem, she couldn’t keep up with her batch graduating on time. Nonetheless, they kept strong connections with each other even if they are now working and she’s back with her University life. 

“Seokmin should have left his phone on aeroplane mode,'' Kyujin remarked as she shook her head from side to side. Minghao nodded, however, he pressed the thought  “Well to be fair, it might be an emergency with work that he needs to mend.” 

“At least he is paid though.” Sienna chimed smiling, Her friends knew for over those two years of her not attending university she was working on her corporate days before and tended to overtime as well. It’s not so different with her university work taking her life after hours, the only thing she was not paid to do overtime may it be her university and unfortunately her corporate days. 

“Sorry about that, but no worries it won’t bother our dinner.” he smiled at them, “Give me your phone” Kyujin, as the mom of this group Seokmin simply followed her. “There.” his phone successfully turned out to be in aeroplane mode.

Sienna snorted, Seokmin was astounded by what her friend doing “I said I’m sorry” He pouted “Fine keep it on aeroplane mode. If there’s anything I’ll handle it tomorrow.” he said proudly, “Yeah, handle it on your working hours.'' Minghao, who is also a big advocate of work and life balance, reminded him as he patted his friend's hand. 

As the night settles with them, Seokmin opens the topic “Nabi is out right with Jaemin’s family?” On the table while they started to eat their order. 

The girl next to her nodded as she ate the cheezy fries ``Yeah and Kai, She has this workshop she needs to attend." She starts to explain her housemate's situation "So basically both of them will not be back until next week.'' 

With the new information, Kyujin excitedly clapped. “Well then, you have no excuses not to come. It’ll be fun. Besides, Mingyu deserves to have some OG guests.” Kyujin is always amazing at pursuing people and Sienna is always weak for her friend.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to drink this week, take this chance with us. It has free drinks and food anyway.” Comically his brows go up and down. “And you know what free food and drinks taste like.” He ends his last speech of temptation.

“A hit or miss.” She put her tongue out as she deadpans her friend.

Minghao laughed at the banter between Sienna and Seokmin. “We’re aware that you're not reliving the song ‘Stuck with U’ by Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber for letting yourself feel stuffed for a whole month in your apartment. ” He finally joined, even has the gut to make a joke out of her situation pulling a quote-unquote with his hand gestures. However, they were right Sienna when given a chance to stay at her comfort home would make the most out of it. 

Although now she's on a dinner date with them; After a month of hibernation, she just now greeted the outside world properly. “It's not my fault that my subjects are eating me up. Besides, earlier I had to attend University onsite so plus points to that and now I’m already with you guys, here eating dinner.” Sienna puckered her lips, still up for this debate despite being conquered by those trio.

Seokmin snorted at Sienna’s last comment “Yeah, right!” letting his hand grab her head and squeeze it as if he was a crane and she’s a toy. 

“Sizt no!” Kyujin pouted and shook her head daintily. “How about this since you’re already out of your cocoon, just try to spend some of the days this week outside.” she negotiates with the girl who does not care one bit about Seokmin’s antics as she’s busy munching her ice cream. 

“Exactly, just end your week with good vibes, you’re no guard dog.” Minghao with his witty brain could not let her go, when those three come together it’s like Sienna is fighting against the world. 

She sighs in front of them, letting her head roll over to her left side finally expressing her being defeated. 

As if an accomplished couple made their child have nowhere to go but listen to them, Kyujin and Minghao high-fived each other and held their hands shakingly. It’s their mini-victory move. “If you guys keep being cute, I feel like ants would eat us up.” She joked. 

Seokmin looked at the girl next to her cheekily “Oh Sienna, Sienna, Sienna” repeating her name in a sing-song tone, whilst shaking his head playfully. “You just miss someone.” 

Minghao covered his mouth, acting surprised. “Offt Seokmin dropping the bomb.” Kyujin teased the fire, showing her actions with her hands dropping. 

It’s been 8 months since the breakup. 

Sienna squinted her eyes as if throwing daggers at him. “Oh, shut up.” She smacked his left shoulder. 

Leaving them chuckling at their antics.

Quickly changing the subject, Sienna sits properly. “Fine, this Saturday I’ll attend Mingyu’s place.” Rolling her eyes dramatically “The booze should be great, or I'm out.” 

Despite a busy schedule, Yuno got dragged out for a coffee successfully by his work partner Jungkook before they would drive to meet their client onsite. 

Yuno’s eyes glanced at the interior of the cafe, and he stopped when he saw a familiar physique after a long time. It was Sienna focused on her laptop, wearing her signature hoodie with her glasses.

He and Jungkook sat near the cafe counter waiting for their order. The guy simply watched her and couldn't help but still have a longing feeling of adoration.

Of course, she’s not alone, she’s with two people that look like her classmates. 

He smiled at his thoughts thinking she also might get dragged outside as well, which she truly needs. Sienna always tends to trap herself in her room, especially on a weekend; little sunlight isn’t enough for her.

Sensing that one of her classmates was about to look around, he avoided his stare at her and exactly with that their little buzzer turned on letting them know that their orders were complete to go. 

On the other hand Sienna did mini stretches to her arms as Her eyes slowly looked outside the cafe and saw a familiar back, she steadily recognized when the view of the man got a good side view. “Oh it's Yuno...” she whispered, then it truly sank at her making her eyes widen, almost choking herself while she drank her matcha frappe. 

“Omygod— Sienna!” Both of her friends reacted frantic, Giving her all the tissues they have to her. 

"You good now? What happened?” Jungwoo queried and looked to where she was staring earlier, but failed to recognize what made their friend go nuts. 

Sienna shakes her head “Oh no it’s nothing..” she tries to cover her tracks, could not even think of a proper excuse. 

Seungkwan oozes suspicion with the younger girl but lets her know that it’s fine to not be forced to tell.  

“I have this event I need to attend.” Jungwoo didn't prolong the weird air, taking the chance to express his dread. 

Sienna laughed at the poor puppy. “Isn’t your parents' fundraising event?” Seungkwan recalled their conversation back then. “That's tough. Knowing your parents, they would want it to be perfect.” Sienna bluntly says. “Exactly, it’s going to be a pain in the neck.” Jungwoo rolled his eyes with exaggeration.

She isn’t well into those kinds of grand parties either. It only reminds her back then when she felt she was out of the picture whenever with Yuno.

The only thing she cares about is to support Yuno in whatever journey he has to accomplish, that's why she lets him take her in these events. 

Nonetheless, some of the invitees couldn't be bothered hiding their expressions.

It continued until she ended up walking on eggshells while attending these events. She's well aware those people were irrelevant, and Sienna needed to be stronger.

However, with the compilation of Backhanded comments she receives:

"Well in your generation, love matters more." 

"Oh darling, you'll have your time." 

With those gazes, she could just disappear into thin air as if she were prey. 

Little by little it consumed her. 

Sienna’s train of thought snapped immediately.

"Earth to Sienna." 

Seungkwan patted the girl's shoulder, bringing her back to their conversation.

"Sorry, what?" 

Jungwoo pouted more than he could do and continued to ask them. "Are you guys free to be my dates this Saturday?" Hoping that they would agree to be together with his misery just to make something out of it and not worry about socializing much in the event. 

"Pass." Seungkwan quickly replied while shaking his head left and right to his friend, "I got other things to assemble from our course organization seminar."

Sienna couldn't help but chuckle at Jungwoo's reaction when he started begging with his actions through his hands. "Sorry, but I have a party to attend as well." Pursing her lips tightly. 

Seungkwan grabbed Sienna's left arm, wanting her to mimic the way he waved goodbye towards Jungwoo, "Be strong, Soldier." She played along with the guy next to her and both shared the same smiles with their two cents. 

Sienna dressed up a bit, well it’s a party, after all. Her cute black mini dress complimented her heel loafers. She’s not going to lie it’s been a while for her to dress up, and it feels good. 

As she stepped into the dimly lit venue, bathed in hues of purple and blue lights, a familiar voice cut through the atmosphere. "Sienna!" Kyujin’s excitement radiated as she embraced her. "Are the other two here already?" she inquired after the warm hug.

"Yup, we can huddle over there, it's much more comfortable." 

Navigating their way to the living room, Sienna spotted Minghao and Seokmin, who were already in high spirits, sitting side by side with welcoming smiles.

"For a minute I thought you backed out." Minghao teased, earning a giggle from Kyujin.

Minghao's knack for reading people was, as always, on point. Sienna was hesitating for a moment at the entrance, with her heart pounding with uncertainty. The decision to attend this gathering had been a last-minute contemplation. She knew a few faces in the crowd, but it was the ghost of him that lingered in her thoughts. Earlier that day, an unexpected wave of nostalgia engulfed her, triggering what she reluctantly dubbed a "relapse." She found herself tumbling down a rabbit hole of old photos and videos, relics of a time when they were entwined in each other's lives.

As she stood there, the weight of unanswered questions pressed upon her. Were the people around her aware of the demise of their once-shared world? A shiver of anxiety ran down her spine at the mere thought of being questioned about a love that now existed only in fragments of the past.

Eight months had passed, yet the grip he held on her heart remained unyielding. The invisible threads of their history continued to bind her, leaving Sienna entangled in a web of longing and unresolved emotions.

"Aye, don't be like that," she chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. "I even brought snacks." Seokmin, ever observant, noticed the packaging. "Oh! I guess the lady at that sweet shop was your mom then."

Sienna looked curious to him wanting him to continue. "Your mom was carrying  a navy blue handbag right?" Sienna vividly remembers making her head nod. 

Seokmin already felt proud with his keen eyes, no wonder the lady was familiar to him. 

"I was in front of the store parking lot and got a glimpse of your mom Entering the store." He pointed out the sweet shop's name. 

Her mom visited her earlier to personally break the news that her mom's land had already been sold with a very great offer. She expressed how she was so thankful that they waited and did not rush the selling of their property which led them to accumulate a huge deal. 

In celebration, her mom remembers her daughter tends to like honey biscuits as the reason why she was at a sweet shop. Little did her mom know that the reason why she liked them was because Jaehyun influenced her since it was his childhood favourite sweets. 

That was the trigger for her to this party since she had the feeling she would just dwell on her emotions at home alone. Distraction is highly needed.

After a couple of hours, Jaehyun arrived at the scene of the party. Mingyu greeted the guy and pointed to where Sienna was located. 

Earlier, Mingyu had noticed Sienna alone in the corner of his sofa, engaging in a conversation with herself. Even to the untrained eye, it was apparent she had indulged a bit too much in the festivities. Her body tends to flop side to side with her head spinning lightly. 

The three musketeers that she was with beginning at the party left earlier, and because of still not wanting her to leave early she stayed besides she put an excuse that some of the people she knew here she wanted to catch up. 

Out of concern, he immediately contacted Yuno. Mingyu is one of those people who are not updated with the situation of the two people. 

Yuno swiftly appeared in front of the lady, whose now trying her best to stay awake by softly slapping her cheeks and opening her eyes wide. In response, Jaehyun sighed and approached her, wrapping his flannel around her—his way of acknowledging how chilly she could get.

“You’re drunk, let’s go home.” 

Sienna, with a pout, insisted, "I'm not drunk, just tipsy... I can still take it." She reached for her cup, but Jaehyun lightly caught her hand. "Sienna, please..." he pleaded. Reluctantly, she let go of the cup, covering her face with her hands. "Ugh, you're so boring; I don't want to go home yet." Despite her wobbly stance, a stark contrast to her claim of sobriety, she stood up.

Giggling, she attempted to stare at Jaehyun. Her brain, clouded by sweet toxins, transformed her surroundings into a hazy spectacle. Jaehyun, seizing the opportunity, gently gripped her figure securely and let her follow his body towards the exit. “You can get whiny when you're drunk.” 

She bit her bottom lip, staring at him as her eyebrows furrowed. “N-No, I'm not” she chirped yet Jaehyun could still hear her as how close their bodies were now, he was left only to chuckle at her attitude. 

Jaehyun was wearing his beanie and glasses, matching them up with the dim party lights, as to why Sienna has slow recognition due to her alcohol influence. However, her sixth sense just lets her guard down due to familiarity. 

Pulling up to the car, Sienna settled herself comfortably in the front passenger seat. Jaehyun reached for the blanket tucked at the back and gently draped it over her figure.

“Can we open the window?” Sienna peered outside, where the street lights cast a soft glow. Jaehyun obliged, clicking the switch to let in the cool night air.

“Better?” He questioned, as he eased the car into motion.

She closed her eyes, letting the refreshing breeze envelop her. After stealing a glance at Jaehyun, she responded with a serene, "Yeah."

Fully aware now that she was in the company of Yuno, Sienna marvelled at how her instincts had effortlessly guided her away from the crowd and toward him.

“Is anybody at your home right now?" Hearing him, Sienna shakes her head slowly, her eyes remaining closed to contain the lingering dizziness.

"Both of them are out of town." 

Jaehyun hummed in agreement, his thoughtful expression barely visible in the dimly lit car. "I can't leave you alone at your house. You should rest at my place instead, He declared that if there's an argument needed to be brought up it would be useless.

With Sienna's mind in its current state, his decisiveness didn't bother her. It was a welcome assurance amid the swirl of emotions she grappled with.

They both slowly entered Yuno’s place, easily passing by the lounge area to his private room. Letting the lady sit as he turned on the lamp next to his bed. 

He took some cotton pads and makeup remover. It's been a while since he opened this particular side of his nightstand, back then it was her side of the bed anyway. 

His hands gingerly swipe the damped cotton throughout her face, she looks entrapped by his aura, The way his eyes twitched and and his bottom lip bitting due to his hyperfocus, it might not be obvious but with her hazy view she could see behind his glasses are eyebags that has been a bit more obvious. With this situation, it brings back memories as if it were only yesterday. 

"They're all clean." he huffs proudly as he returns the essentials to its container, "Let me get you some water." Before he could even get up, Sienna stole a kiss from him, jaehyun was caught off guard he flinched and stared at her flushed self his eyes roamed from her sombre eyes gradually to her lips, breathing against each other– the air thick with anticipation.

Leisurely discarding his glasses, he leaned toward her. Eventually, his instincts couldn't resist the magnetic pull of the moment, and he found himself reciprocating the kiss. His dominant hand found the nape of her neck, while the left rested on her waist.

Amidst the fog of sweet alcohol lingering from her system invading his space of mind. the kiss deepened, and their bodies drew dangerously closer within seconds.

With that snap of realization, Yuno stopped the act, dazed by her. 

He would do anything for her, he constantly yearned for her even after all that happened. Yet, he refused to take advantage of her vulnerability. As he struggled to formulate the words he needed to convey, he grappled with the elusive thoughts.

He wanted to reassure her, to make her understand. But his brain seemed to be on strike, rendering him helpless.

Cold sweats build up over him, He suddenly feels like a teen boy who's in front of his huge crush.

"Sienna, I—" His words were abruptly cut short as she averted her eyes, rising slowly. As she hastened away, he found himself perplexed by the startling shift, his body instinctively following her.

Realizing the toilet room lights were open, he moved fast behind her. Already hiding how flustered he is.

Efficiently gathering her hair into a ponytail as she faced the toilet— letting out the toxins from her system. he offered a comforting rub on her back. His eyes fell on the drawer beneath the counter, remembering the hair ties she had left behind. He snatched one and secured her hair.

Perhaps, it had always been the right choice not to clean out the stuff she kept in his place.

"Take it easy," he hummed, attempting to access a smaller drawer, anticipating a towel within. All the while, he continued to rub her back, providing solace amid the discomfort.

With the final flush from the toilet, she ceased her ordeal. Jaehyun proactively used the towel to dab at her mouth. "Feeling better?" he asked, focused on the task.

She nodded, touching his hands and prompting him to halt. "I'm sorry," she sighed, closing her eyes and braving the persistent dizziness. His gaze softened, taking in her disheveled appearance, the messy ponytail he had made, her droopy eyes, and her flushed figure.

“Let’s go to bed—” he cleared his throat “Let’s take you to bed, you need to rest up hmm?.” 

Her body went near him, and put her head on his chest “Don’t leave….” He looked down, already feeling his shirt getting drenched.

She is already crying. 

He patted her head. "I won't," he assured, breathing heavily. "I won't leave you alone… so let’s go to bed." With a controlled but strained voice, he subdued the surging emotions.

Carrying her to bed, he tucked her in gently. Although he yearned to lie beside her, this wasn't the opportune moment. He settled beside the bed on his rug, holding her hand, watching over her. As he hummed softly, he moved strands of hair away from her face, his quiet presence coaxing a serene expression onto her face.

Even in mere proximity, he found solace.

The sunlight tiptoed into the room, gently rousing Sienna from her deep slumber. A momentary panic seized her when her eyes landed on a head resting at the edge of the bed. Quickly regaining composure, she realized Yuno was sleeping on the floor beside her. His head lay on the mattress, while his body occupied the floor.

Her heartbeat slowed, confusion swirling in her mind as she tried to make sense of the situation. Battling a hangover headache, she opened her eyes gently, fixating on the man's face. It had been too long since she allowed herself to bask in the sight of him, and the ache of missing him resurfaced.

Almost by instinct, her hand lightly caressed his bangs, now dyed in a darker shade. Moving to his eyebrows and eyes, the familiarity felt both comforting and oddly unfamiliar after all this time.

His eyes twitched slightly, signalling his impending awakening. As her brain flashed fragments of memories from the previous night, embarrassment coursed through her.

Jaehyun's eyes fluttered open, meeting hers. Sensing her staring fixed on his lips, he gently grabbed her hand, preventing her from retracting her actions. "You're awake," she timidly said, attempting to downplay the significance of her actions.

She didn't get an immediate response, but now it was Yuno's turn to observe her. Despite having done the same the night before, this morning ritual fed his yearning for the simple moments they used to share.

"Do-Don't just stare at me like that," she uttered, biting her bottom lip.

"I'm sorry," he muttered. After a comfortable silence, she replied, "Don't bother, it's not like it's a big thing," avoiding his piercing stare, her cheeks flushing with warmth.

He shook his head slowly. "I have a lot to say sorry for."

Puzzled, her mind hinted at their last fight, the night they broke up. "I understand. It's not my decision to make."

"I should have talked with you before acting out my will with this, especially when it’s strongly sensitive for you… “ His voice became small but he needs to take accountability.

“I was selfish. I figured since I have the privilege to save up, all I could think was part of my savings was all about you."

"I should have known better."

Sienna always loved how pure this guy can get. She recognized the sincerity of his intentions.  “I was too defensive and insecure to begin with every time I could see how people view us. I love how they take pride in you for what you do, but when I’m in the picture with you I could feel they always have this impression in our relationship that I’m not enough for you."

"I felt embarrassed, my inferiority complex burst." her eyes welled with emotion.

"You know I struggled to ask for help, and I always tried to conquer that, but when our last fight happened, it got me overwhelmed. It was an extreme gesture, and it felt like you were forcing me to be someone I'm not prepared to be." With his sincerity, she felt attacked and unsafe at that time. She was clouded by her negative thoughts and forgot she had him all this time – he was there to pick her up when she was feeling blue.

Yuno softened his gaze at her, “I’m sorry. I was so blinded and didn’t reassure you enough about our relationship, that it got to your thoughts. I don’t care about them, and I know it will be tough for you to immediately not care. So I’ll do my best to be there for you– reminding you to think of me and only me when you doubt, and I will never get tired of making you feel secure.”

She nodded and continued, "I’m fully aware that I have a lot on my plate, especially back then, working to support my family and myself." Her voice cracked as she struggled to compose herself. "And it's just so embarrassing how I know you so well. You’ve always wanted to help me— you’ve always been there, whether I’m struggling financially or whatever situation I'm facing. I just couldn’t take the bullet of reality that I needed to accept. “ 

Her eyes continued to sting. With every word she spilt, tears flowed down her cheeks.

He was the sunshine she couldn't handle.

"But I broke it. I promised you a slow and steady relationship."

Sienna looked at him stunned, he remembers. 

“See you’re a guy who has a light that shouldn't be tainted.” she blurted out, sniffing. 

Jaehyun shook his head slowly. Vividly his dimples, and a reassured smile carved his lips. “Sienna when I’m with you. I’m only a normal guy, a guy who loves you deeply, who wants to be with you.” He caressed her cheeks, gingerly wiping away the tears that streamed from her eyes. 

Heart fluttering, realising once again that's she is truly in love with this person.

"I'll do better to make myself be deserving of you; I'll work hard.” She firmly stated, Her innocent orbs now filled with passion. “You did receive the money earlier, right?” After meeting her mom, Sienna transferred the money he paid for her university fees. 

"You're more than enough, and I will always support you." Jaehyun held her hand tightly, bringing it close to his mouth. “And then, for the meantime, I’ll keep the money in my savings. That will be for us in the future.” He planted a soft kiss on her hand as if sealing a promise of his commitment.

“Besides, all I ever want is for you to spend your time with me – grow old together.” He whispered, his eyes reflecting a future filled with shared unwavering love. With those words, he painted a canvas of a lifetime. Sienna's heart swelled with a mix of emotions, and as they embraced, they both knew that their love story was not just a chapter but a timeless journey of growing old together.

I hope you guys enjoyed it!꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

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VALENTINES DAY HEADCANONS

LEGO MONKIE KID

MK (Qi Xiation)

Probably not the most extravagant date ever, he’ll but you chocolates, maybe a flower/bouquet if he has enough money. You two will likely have a little date in his room, watching Monkey King movies and eating junk food, also makes you little drawings or paper flowers.

Mei Dragon

Probs a nice ride around all these pretty places on her bike, good food, likely won’t go to her house though. She’s gonna buy you pretty things with her money, you two likely end up at the arcade.

Pigsy (platonic)

Teaching you how to make noodle dishes, he loves sharing his family recipes with people. Probably hit you over the head with a spoon.

Tang (platonic/romantic you decide)

He doesn’t do much, never really seen outside the noodle shop. He probably gets you a little rose and a card.

Sandy

Takes you to a cat cafe, rambles about the ingredients inside whatever tea he orders (he knows every single ingredient) and tells you about what breed cats are in the cafe.

Monkey King (Sun Wukong)

He took you on a cloud ride on his nimbus, wanted to be somewhere other than the Flower Fruit Mountain because he felt it would be too crowded with the other monkeys. Said “watch this” when he wanted to do a swan dive off his nimbus to impress you and face planted from 300ft in the air into the ground because he thought he’d land in the water.

Macaque

Simple little date in his Dojo, does little shadow-play’s for you and teaches you how to make shadow animals with your hands. You two ended up play fighting because he kept (playfully) insulting your shadow animal skills. Stargazing on the roof of his dojo.

Lady Bone Demon

She doesn’t celebrate it

The Mayor

Took you all around the city, he’s so hyperactive and likely stole things for you.

Demon Bull King/Princess Iron Fan (platonic)

Tried making you food and ended up burning it. Princess Iron Fan ended up having to remake the food for you after reprimanding her husband for nearly destroying the kitchen.

Redson

Very indecisive, overthinks things a lot. You two simply just made some noodles and had a little at home date instead of anything too extravagant.

Yin & Jin

One said a cafe date one said a stargazing date. These two were bickering like no tomorrow until you cut in and they settled on doing both, going to a cafe and stargazing.

Peng

He doesn’t give you a valentines.

YellowTusk (platonic)

Probably just spending quality time with you, nothing too big.

Azure Lion

Oh my god the gifts- probably would bombard you with so many chocolates. He spent so much time saying how much he appreciated you that you didn’t end up going on a date at all.

Spider Queen

Made the rest go off and get you gifts because she forgot it was Valentine’s Day, she praised You endlessly.

Syntax

He spammed your messages with little Valentine’s Day messages he’d find, you ended up getting over 200 messages that were valentines related.

Hunstman

You’d have to do the planning, he’s too stubborn and maybe a bit nervous to actually plan a date with you.

Strong Spider (Or Goliath)

Took you out to a little clearing in the forest for a picnic, nearly sobbed when you put a little flower in his hair.

Chang’e

She baked you a pretty heart cake and little heart cupcakes, all red velvet because she thinks it’s the most romantic flavor to make.

Nezha (platonic!!!)

He did not want to celebrate. After giving him some chocolates you managed to get him to say a begrudged “happy Valentine’s Day”

#valentines day #x reader #headcanon #lmk headcanon #valentines Headcanons #lmk #lego monkie kid

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3 Times Sabatino Thought About Proposing and the 1 Time He Did - Part Four: Cake - Vostanik Sabatino x Reader (feat: Nina Barnes)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @words-and-seeds @novamariestark @whateversomethingbruh @trublu2u @stelacole @@elixae

Part One: Adjustment Period - Nik decides it's time to propose.

Part Two: Sassy - Nik's plans to propose are thwarted by your sister Sassy.

Part Three: Love Language - Nik loses the ring during a footchase.

Sabatino decides to call it quits on the proposal. It’s clear to him at this point that it’s not the right time, that the universe keeps throwing up obstacles for a reason. All he wants is for it to be special for you, but he keeps just fucking it up. The pressure is stressing him out and it’s starting to affect the relationship. You can tell he’s hiding something from you and the fact he refuses to discuss it creates an issue. There’s always been things he hasn’t been able to tell you, you accept that, but this is different.

The pause will hopefully give him a little breathing room.

Things go back to normal; he lives in the present instead of being preoccupied with the future. He starts to have fun again, exist in the moment. The two of you spend the weekend taking some time to reacquaint with each other. His job’s been a little manic and you’ve been working a case with the FBI, you’ve barely existed in the same space over the past couple of weeks. He spends Saturday morning in bed with you, his hands chasing over your skin as he makes love to you in freshly laundered sheets. After dinner you go for a walk on the beach because you’re craving sweet and he’s thinking ice cream.

He lives for moments like this, strolling down the boardwalk, his fingers entwined with yours. There weren’t many of them when he was working for the CIA, now he treasures every single one.

The sun is setting when you come across Nina’s cupcake truck. Your eyes light up, and ice cream is completely forgotten because he knows how much you love her Red Velvet cupcakes and she only has one left. He leaves you sitting on a bench, watching the ocean roll up on the shore. He knows you find it soothing, the crash of the waves, the motion of the water.

“A little bird tells me you’re planning on locking that down.” Nina says, gesturing towards you when he orders the cupcakes.

“I was.” Sabatino tells her as he hands over the cash. “But the universe had other plans, so here we are.”

“You got in your own head.” Nina says knowingly as she opens up two individual cake boxes.

“There’s a lot of pressure to get it right you know?” He explains, his palm running over the nape of his neck. "It was causing a few issues between the two of us, so I shut it down."

Nina rests her elbows on the counter before leaning forward.

“Maybe it’s for the best.” She says with a shrug before picking up an icing bag and tilting the red velvet cupcake towards her. “I mean you’re already falling down at the first hurdle.”

“First hurdle?” He repeats with a bitter laugh. “Trust me, there have been plenty of hurdles and we’ve cleared every single one of them.”

“Uh huh.” She says as she surveys her work on the cupcake. “Then this little one should be no problem.”

She shows him the cupcake and his gaze flickers up to her in disbelief when he reads the words ‘Marry Me.”

“Are you serious?” He asks her, his hands on his hips.

“It’s cute right?” She says before putting it away into its own box. “And it’s perfect for her. She’s low maintenance and this is something a little bit special. Not too showy but personalised. Even you can’t fuck it up.”

He hates to say it but she’s right. He couldn’t have chosen a more perfect moment. The tide is coming in, the waves creeping up the shore and the light is just sublime, that cascade of colours illuminating the beach.

“What do I owe you?” He asks her, taking the box begrudgingly.

“I get to make the cake for your wedding.” She barters with him.

He gives her a look before he crosses his arms over his chest and sighs.

“Fine, if she says yes, then you get to make the cake.” He agrees before pointing his finger at her. “But if she says no, I get free cupcakes for life.”

“Yea that’s not happening.” She tells him, shaking her head. “If she says no, you get a pity cupcake, this one time and that’s it.”

“Deal.” He agrees before turning his back on Nina and focusing his attention on more important things.

You rise to your feet when he appears alongside of you, the individual cupcake box in his hand. You smile as you take it from him. That smile, it lights up his entire world and he knows that this is it, this is his moment.

He has the ring in his hand when you open the box, he watches as you study the writing before you tilt your head towards him.

“Nik…”

He doesn’t get down on one knee. It’s not your dynamic. Your partnership has always been based on mutual respect, meeting your challenges face to face and that’s how he intends to do this. He takes your hand in his, the ring clasped tightly between his fingers.

“Alana, I have loved you since that day you showed up in Afghanistan and every day, I loved you more. I want to grow old with you, start a family with you, I want…” He pauses for a moment, his voice rough as he struggles to find the words. “I want you to be my wife. So, I’m just a boy standing in front of a girl with a cupcake, asking her to marry me.”

You laugh and it’s such a rich, beautiful sound. He hopes he gets to spend the rest of his life hearing it.

“Yes Nik.” You say as he slips the ring onto your finger. “Of course, I’ll be your wife.”

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Frank Castle x OFC! Abigail Miller

Summary: After his first visit, Frank comes to town more often. As the days go by, him and Abby get closer.

Notes: Still just some good ol' pining for this one folks. It's a slowburn, I'm sorry 😆

But we get way more Frank in this one and some not so pure thoughts. But really... who could have pure thoughts around Frank Castle? 🥵

There's also a little nod to Matt Murdock in here 🤭

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Words: 3.3K

Part 1 - Masterlist - Part 3

Two weeks. It had been exactly two weeks since Abby had last seen Frank. Some days she caught herself looking at the door, hoping he would walk through.

Which in itself is really silly. First of all, Mildred said he rarely comes to town, always keeping to himself. Secondly, she had barely talked to him. So why did she think about him?

Well, she had to admit his eyes were kinda pretty. Okay, they were downright beautiful. And thinking about it, his lips were kinda plump and… really kissable.

God, was she really thirsting over a man she barely knew? It really had been too long since she had gotten laid. And how old was he anyway? Definitely older than her, but the beard probably made him look older than he actually was. Abby shakes her head, finishing putting some freshly baked muffins in the display.

Thankfully it’s a slow day, so Abby has lots of time to do some much-needed chores around the store. Browse for new recipes, put the delivered goods in the cooler or storage. Just as she puts the empty boxes away in the backroom, she hears the bell from the door.

“I’ll be there in a sec” she yells cheerfully. When Abby re-enters the store, she sees him. Frank Castle. Well, you know what they say. Speak of the devil and all that. Without thinking, she instantly smooths down the folds of her apron, before she walks towards him.

“Mr. Castle, what can I do for you today?”

“I wanted some more bread. And maybe some cookies too.”

“You came to the right place then.” she smiles softly, hoping he takes no offence by the playful tone to her voice. She walks towards the counter, gesturing to the selection she has, waiting for his order. When he walks closer, she is reminded of just how tall he is. And broad. God, he is broad.

She forces a smile, looking up at Frank with an innocent face, like she didn’t just think about him. “So what tickles your fancy?”

He doesn’t answer, just looks at her with an intense gaze. His eyes trailing down her body and up again, where they once again meet hers. Abby suddenly feels shy, strangely exposed under his gaze.

“Do you have more of that corn loaf?” He asks, his deep voice calm and soft.

Surprised, Abby’s lips quirk up into a smile. Figures he would be a man of habits. “The same bread again, Mr. Castle? You don’t want to try something new?”

“Just call me Frank.”

A sudden warm feeling washes over her at the prospect of getting to know Frank better. It’s not much, but it’s a start.

“I do have one left.” Abby says softly, as she walks to the bread and put it in a bag. As she types the order into the register, Frank just looks at her, studying her quietly. Once she had added the cookies, she looks at him again. Not wanting him to go yet, but still not wanting to push too much, she gestures towards the coffee machine.

“You want a cup of coffee before you go?”

“No.” He says a bit too hard. He frowns quickly before his face turns softer. “No, thank you.”

It’s strange, as if he’s been alone for so long that he’s forgotten how to interact with people. Abby doesn't mind, though, but the thought makes her sad, makes her wonder why he keeps to himself.

He lingers for a moment, looking to the display, before his eyes find hers again. “You don’t have any red velvet cupcakes?”

 “No, but I can make you some.” Abby smiles softly, suddenly eyeing an opportunity. “If you leave your number, I can call you when they’re done?“

Frank nods softly, taking one of the notepads on the counter. As he scribbles down his number, Abby notices how small the ballpen is in his hand, how small the notepad is against the other. God, his hands are huge. Just like the rest of him. Before she can stop herself, Abby looks him up and down, before scolding herself. Down girl. She doesn’t even know him yet. And even if she did, she wouldn’t know what to do, hopeless around men. Truth be told, she’d never had a serious relationship, always been a little shy. Or she just never found the right one. But… Doesn’t hurt to look, does it?

She forces herself to look away, biting her lip in shame.

Frank hands her the block, before he puts his hands back into the pocket of his coat. Silence falls between them. Abby fidgets with the block, while Frank looks at her. He opens his mouth, as if he’s gonna say something, but no words come out. He looks away, nods and turns towards the door.

“Have a nice day, Frank.”

He gives her a quick wave and leaves the store. Abby looks after him until he reaches his car, wondering what he wanted to say. She looks at the block in her hand, smiling, before she returns to her chores.

The next day, Abby and Mildred are sitting in the couch area, when Mildred spots something outside.

“Well, will you look at that? Frank is in town again. Twice in one month.” She takes a sip of her coffee, her eyes following him as he walks towards the shop. “Don’t think that has ever happened before.”

“Actually…” Abby starts softly, biting her bottom lip. Mildred looks at her, scotching closer. “He was here yesterday.”

Mildred looks at Abby softly, raising her brow, as a shit eating grin spreads on her face. “Hmm… I wonder what’s suddenly causing him to visit more.”

She nudges Abby’s shoulder playfully, before she puts her cup down, walking towards the back room.

“What are you doing?” Abby asks, confused.

“Leaving you alone with him.” Mildred blinks, before she disappears behind the kitchen door, just in time for Frank to enter the shop. Abby turns to face him, a blush slowly creeping up her cheeks. Frank walks towards her slowly, a faint smile on his lips.

Huh. A smile. Would you look at that? Abby can’t help but imagine how he would look with a full-on smile, how it would light up his face.

“I was wondering if my cakes were ready. Was heading to town anyways, so…”

“Oh, yeah. I… I was just about to call you, actually.” She smiles softly, fighting the urge to smile too much. Mildred couldn’t be right, could she?

Abby gets up to get his cakes, already packed up nicely in a little box. As she hands him the box, he has a faint smile on his face, his features softening ever so slightly. Looking softer, he’s not that intimidating. Sure, the hair was a little long, and that beard could use a little trim, too. But it really wasn’t that bad.

As he walks to the door, Abby softly wishes him a good day, even though he never reciprocates. Frank stops in the door, looking out into the street, before he looks back at her. His brown eyes are soft, as they look into her green ones.

“Have a nice day” he says quickly, before lowering his gaze and walking out the store.

Once outside, he looks through the window, but when he sees Abby watching, he blushes and looks away. As Frank walks to his car, Mildred comes out of the backroom, practically snickering. She puts her arm around Abby, a wide smile on her face.

“That is something I never thought I would see. You got more than 5 words out of him. He must like you.”

She gives Abby a little squeeze, before she returns to her coffee, already talking about the county fair, even though it’s still a month away. But Abby’s mind is still on Frank. He couldn’t possibly like her, could he?

She shakes her head, walking over to Mildred, trying not to smile too much.

The next few weeks flew by. Frank had come into the shop 3 more times. Once to pick up more cookies and twice for… Well, Abby wasn’t sure. He said he just wanted coffee, but the coffee couldn’t be that good, could it?

He was still very quiet, not talking much at all. A few sentences here and there, but one thing she noticed was his voice. He sounded warmer, more comfortable. Even his body language changes. He looks more relaxed, the tension gone from his shoulders, as he sits on the couch, enjoying a coffee while looking at the small bookshelves.

One day he casually mentioned he was reading Moby Dick as he was browsing through her collection of classics. It was nice to know they had that in common.

Sometimes they don’t even talk at all, just relax in each other’s company. Every so often, Abby would look up as she’s finishing up a cake, only to find Frank’s eyes already on her. And for every sweet smile she gave him, he would give one in return.

The bell to the shop rings. When Abby looks up, she is in shock for a second. Frank is there and in his hand is a bouquet of Gerber Daisies. Smiling widely, surprised by his gesture, she takes the flowers from him. “What is this for?”

“The shop's three-month anniversary.” His voice soft and… nervous? No, she must be mistaken. “It’s from my garden.” He continues softly, looking at her. Abby is one big smile, as she finds an empty vase and pour some water in. Once the flowers are in, she puts it right on the counter.

He couldn’t have picked a better flower, the Gerber Daisy being one of her favorites. She had always loved colors and could remember how her dad would always bring her mother a bouquet every Friday, filled with Gerber Daisies in all the colors the florist had.

“It… It reminded me of you.” He says softly, a gentleness to his voice that almost makes her heart ache.

“How so?” Abby asks softly, almost certain her face was flushed red at this point.

“You’re colorful.” He huffs softly, before looking down at his hands. With a shrug of his shoulders, he looks up into her eyes again. But before he can say anything, they’re interrupted by Mr. Peterson, the guy who owned the flower shop next door.

“Hello Miss Miller. Here with your flowers.”

When he sees Frank, he instantly smiles wider. “Mr. Castle, it’s such a pleasure you’ve been coming to town more.”

Frank nods and smiles, before he walks to the door in a hurry. Mr. Peterson just shrugs it off, before he begins replacing the flowers around the shop.

Abby looks down at the Daisies, gently taking one of the petals between her fingertips. So he thinks about her, huh? A warm feeling runs through her, her heart beating faster. Abby wondered what he was about to say, when they got interrupted? God, she wishes she knew.

Still caressing the soft petal, she barely hears when Mr. Peterson speaks to her. “I’m sorry, Mr. Peterson. What?”

“Just said I was done, Dear. Have a good day.” He looks at her hand, before shooting her a knowing smile. He snickers softly as he leaves the store. Great, now that’ll be all over town. But somehow, she really doesn’t care. She turns to the flowers again and then notices something on the counter. A wallet.

Confused, she picks it up and looks for an ID. A huge grin spreads as she reads the name. Francis Cast-… Castiglione? Italian? And a Francis, huh? Curious, she reads the rest. His address, birthday and… Wait… His birthday was only a few days away. Should she…? No, that would be crazy, wouldn’t it? He would probably hate it if she did anything.

If he wanted to celebrate his birthday, he would say so, right? But maybe he didn’t say anything because-

Before she can finish the thought, some customers walk in. As she helps them pick out some cakes, Frank comes back. He sees his wallet and gestures to Abby that he found it, before leaving again.

A week later, Abby is sitting in her car, heading down a small forest road. This was probably crazy, but she really wanted to do something nice for Frank.

The last few months they had gotten closer and dared she think, had become friends? And friends didn’t let another friend be alone on their birthday.

Finally, after 4 wrong turns and 50 checks to many with the GPS, Abby finally pulls into the driveway. As she looks around, she is at a loss for words. The cabin is beautiful, taken straight out of a travel magazine. Beautiful wood and stones, perfectly matched, looking gorgeous against the green of the woods. Near the treeline, there are huge stacks of lumber.

The whole place is really quiet, peaceful. She gets why Frank loves it up here.

From a small gap in the trees, Frank emerges, followed by two pitbulls. When he sees Abby, he drops his axe on a log and walks towards her car, a frown on his face.

Shit. Maybe this was a bad idea. As he strides towards her car, she braces herself. Ready to be scolded, told to fuck off. She slowly exits the car, smiling gently at Frank.

“What are you doing here?”

She can’t quite decipher his expression. A mixture of anger and shock is painted on his face. Maybe even panic. Abby gets it. She’s probably the first one up here in years, maybe ever. “Sorry, I… It’s your birthday, so I wanted to-”

“How do you know?” He demands, looking into her eyes, confusion written all over his face.

“I… I looked in your wallet. To see who left it.” She bites her lip, looking at the ground like a scolded child. When she looks back up into his eyes, his expression has softened.

“Sorry, I… I never have visitors.”

“And now I see why.” Abby smiles nervously, gesturing towards his intimidating posture. Frank instantly relaxes.

A small wine comes from behind him, and they both look at the dogs, sitting nicely, waiting to be called over. Frank whistles and the dogs rush to Abby, almost knocking her over. She’s always loved dogs, grew up with them and had actually been thinking about adopting one after she moved out here.

“Easy boy.” Frank says softly to the eager dark one. God, his deep rich voice always makes her heart flutter.

“They’re cute. What’s their names?” Abby asks curiously, her eyes never leaving the dogs. Always been a dog person, maybe even liking them more than humans. Dogs are honest, their emotions and intentions always clear. She liked that.

“This guy is Max.” He points to the dark grey Pitbull, before turning to the red one. “And this little boy is… Red.”

Frank shuffles slightly, scratching the back of his head, as he looks down at the two of them. “Max I rescued, and Red I got at a shelter. Named after someone I knew years ago.”

He smiles softly as he pats squats down and pat the young Pitbull’s head. Abby couldn’t help but wonder who this person was. Must’ve have meant something to Frank. Abby stands again, brushing the dirt and dog hairs of her fingers. Suddenly nervous, she smoothed down her dress, before gesturing towards her car. “I actually brought you something.”

Abby excitedly opens the door, pulling out the cake and a present. Her smile falls slightly, when she sees his face. Abby was expecting him to be surprised, but she never would have expected this.

He looks overwhelmed, like he can’t believe what is happening. Abby’s heart clenches at the thought. How long had it been since anyone had done anything like this for him?

He gestures for her to follow, leading her to the backyard. While he goes inside to get plates, Abby sits down in a lounge chair. She didn’t know what she expected his place to look like, but it wasn’t quite this. New stylish furniture that complimented the wood of the cabin. It was all very clean and minimalistic, but still somehow had soul. She looks towards the terrace door, dying to know what it looks like on the inside. Maybe next time.

Frank comes back with a tray, holding plates, cups and a teapot. But that’s not what has caught Abby’s attention.

While inside, Frank has taken his jacket off and holy fuck. Abby had never seen arms as his, suddenly feeling her throat dry up. Toned muscular arms, flexed, so thick. And God, the shirt. Until now, she had only seen him with a jacket or sweatshirt on, never really knowing what kind of body was underneath. But now, as his tight t-shirt clings to him slightly damp skin, nothing is left to imagination. A broad, muscular chest. Nipples perked in the cool afternoon air. Abs dancing under the thin fabric. She bites her lip, wondering what he would look like without it, sweat dripping down his chest as he chops wood?

It takes every ounce of willpower for Abby to look away, before she gets caught. Her head now filled with images she wouldn’t forget anytime soon, she clears her throat, pushing the cake towards Frank.

“I… I-“ she coughs, stumbling over her words. Damn, how could he affect her so much without even doing anything. “I didn’t know what flavor you liked, so I made carrot cake.”

“Well, lucky for you I love cream cheese frosting.” A wide smile plays on his handsome features. Just when she didn’t think he could be any prettier, he smiles.

Frank carves them both a piece and then they eat in silence, looking out over his grounds. A big field of grass surrounded by trees. To one side, there’s a big greenhouse filled with plants and raised beds with herbs. To the other side there’s bushes with berries.

All over the yard there’s flowers, making it a colorful space. But closest to her, in many pots on the terrace, there’s Gerber Daisies. Just like the ones he gave her, in all colors of the rainbow. “This place is really wonderful, Frank.”

He just smiles and mutters a quiet thank you through a mouthful of cake. Abby giggles softly, the sight of Frank with his mouth full priceless, his cheeks filled out like a chipmunk. “So, I take it the cake was a hit?”

“Best damn cake I’ve had in years, sweetheart.”

She’s so damn easy. One ‘sweetheart’ leaves his lips and she’s a puddle. But to be fair, that voice of his is something else.

Abby gently pushes the present towards him. Frank tears the paper away, smiling when he sees the book. Okay, sure, maybe she should have gotten him something else. But she didn’t know him well enough, and he did seem to love books.

“Looking at what books you eyed at the shop, I thought that you might enjoy ‘The Call of the Wild’.”

“I love it, thank you.” Frank smiles softly, opening the book, inspecting the pages. Suddenly captivated by the way his fingers gently dance over the pages, Abby can’t help but wish she was that book. To have his fingers dance over her skin like that. She swallows a huge lump, looking at his hands. How could such a big book look small in his hands?

After a moment's silence, he looks into her eyes, suddenly looking a little nervous. “Abby, you’re going to the county fair, right?”

Slightly surprised by his question, she tells him how Mildred coerced her into helping set up. “But my evening is free. Why?”

“Maybe… You’d wanna go with me?”

Abby isn’t sure he heard him right. But the way he smiles, she knows it’s true. She can’t hold back her smile, as she happily agrees.

She was already tripping. Did he just ask her on a date? As she looks up into his beautiful chocolate eyes, a soft smile on his face, her heart flutters. Saturday couldn’t come fast enough.

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WARNINGS: Kissing, fluff fluff and fluff, riki being riki?

✧CHAPTER 9✧

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The coming months in France flew by quickly, the two owned a little Café, that was pretty successful and fun to work in. Kyle learning new vocabulary, so many words, dada, daddy, wiki, kiwi, papa, stupid, but just not the word mama. "Ma.. ma, mama!" Riki said as the baby giggled "Dada!" he said giggling as Riki shook his head "mama" "dada!" "No Kyle- ma ma mama!" "dadadadadadada" the baby repeated, smacking Riki. "Such a daddy's boy" y/n fake pouted as the baby mischievously giggled.

Kyle's two hands smacked both side's of Riki's face, trying to turn Riki's attention away from y/n and onto him "my dada!" The boy cooed as Riki snickered. "Riki- god sake what the fucking fickle headed fuck is this?" y/n asked as she took out a frozen pair of underwear out of the freezer with the stick-end of her broomstick as Riki pulled away from the baby. "Ah there it is! my favourite pair of boxers-" The boy smiled, taking the frozen boxers from her, as she stared in shock.

"What- how- you know what I don't even want to know" y/n defeatedly said as Riki shrugged "Good because trust me you do not want to know-" The boy said. Riki kissed her forehead, as he went to defrost his underwear somehow. After giving up on his favourite strawberry boxers, which took him around 30 minutes, Riki came downstairs only to find y/n smiling and playing with baby Kyle. The baby giggled as he pulled softly on Rowan's long hair, the girl leaned in kissing the baby's forehead.

"dada wiki!" the baby called out, pointing at Riki who smiled at the baby. Riki joined the 2 kissing both the baby and y/n. "Babe- Someone ordered 30 cupcakes for delivery... can you help we with them when the baby's asleep?" y/n asked as Riki nodded.

And so, when the baby was asleep, the 2 were in the kitchen, peacefully baking. Once the red velvet and vanilla cupcakes were in the oven, y/n turned the timer. "Ok I already got the frosting ready- and they want the silver balls for sprinkles ok?" Y/n said as Riki, just stared at her. His eyes held nothing but love and adoration. "Babe- ki- rikiii- oi kiwi!" y/n snapped Riki out of his thoughts as he raised his eyebrow.

"What is it with you to calling me kiwi?... you're the one with the kiwi mango lip gloss- do I kiss you too much?" Riki asked raising his eyebrow as the girl frowned. "Hmm whatever, I like kiwis" the boy smirked, as he cornered y/n in the kitchen, her back against the counter, his arms trapping her either side, as he leaned into her face. "Hmm you look so pretty you know, but ever since we got to France, you look way more alluring than usual..." Riki added, his hand softly holding hers as he placed it on his chest, where his heart is.

"See what you're doing to my heart princess?... It feels like its been so long since we last kissed" Riki added as he leaned in dangerously close to her lips. His eyes flickered from her lips to her awestruck eyes. Her lips slightly parted, her heart beating like crazy. She's never seen such a loving, romantic side to Riki. It's like lightning struck her heart. her eyes closing as she felt Riki's plush lips on hers. However their kiss was short lived as the alarm for the oven went off.

Y/n flinched as Riki turned the oven off, taking the baked cupcakes out. The girl checked if they were thoroughly cooked, then left them to cool down. Riki's arm's wrap around her waist, his chin resting upon her head. God how bad he wanted her all to herself. Wanted everyone to know she's his darling, his world, his everything. He just wanted to marry her. Of course the rings and paper won't change much, but he wants it to be official, completely unaware of what y/n wants. He never knew she felt the same... he just assumed she'd be afraid to do so.

Oh if only he knew...

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Hi! I'd like to order assorted macarons + sparkling champagne from the mis. menu with Tartaglia, Kazuha and Azul (separate), with red velvet cupcake + red bean mochi from the midnight menu, please! Best wishes for you 💜💜💜

yandere!tartaglia, kaedehara kazuha, azul ashengrotto x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, toxic ex-lovers, nsfw, non-con, (cyber)stalking, obsession, gaslighting/emotional manipulation, murder & use of knife (for tartaglia’s part), mentions of alcohol/intoxication (for kazuha’s part), mentions of disordered eating (for azul’s part) note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! best wishes for you as well! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

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☆ Tartaglia seeks the thrill of battle first and foremost; romantic love has usually been second to that. Though after spending many months in a relationship with you, he’s seen just how enjoyable it truly is. As ideal as settling down would be, it’s a lifestyle he can’t yet enjoy because he’s a Harbinger and the nature of his job has him traveling often when he’s given a new mission.

☆ For those reasons, he can’t spend nearly as much time with you as he wants to, and he hasn’t told you of what he does for a living. You could dig if you really wanted to know the truth; he wasn’t going to stop you. But when you meet with him next and you tell him that you don’t think this relationship is going to keep working, he realizes two things. One: He likes you more than he initially thought, no longer seeing you as a passing amusement. Two: He knows more about you than you know about him, and what you don’t know is that he loves a good chase—salivates over it like a starved man at a buffet. 

☆ Tartaglia will be casual about the break-up. He understands it because his job has him traveling all over. He might even offer you a bashful apology to further smooth things over, telling you that you deserve someone with a more open schedule. And it’s a very calm break-up; you look so relieved after the fact. He treats you to one last meal before the two of you part ways for good, with you assuming all is well. Tartaglia offers you one final smile under the stunning lantern light in front of Liuli Pavilion. “See you later,” he says, his sincere features illuminated under the light.

☆ Tartaglia is not Tartaglia in your eyes. He’s always insisted you call him Childe. Childe was sweet and fun, always spoiling you and keeping you away from the Fatui for your own good. Tartaglia, on the other hand, is everything Childe did not show you: a ruthless, battle-hardened hunter who hungers for a good fight. It’s easy to use his time for missions to stalk you, especially the ones that place him in Liyue, where you’ve been living. 

☆ At first, you’ll think you’re seeing things when you spot a familiar head of orange hair amidst the crowded marketplace. But then you’ll catch him too often in your peripheral and it feels like less of a haunting and more like a tangible thing. 

☆ And then you’ll conveniently run into him, and he’ll be charming and sweet to you, acting as he always has, while he offers to pay for the fruits in your hands or take you to another restaurant for lunch. You take him up on his offers because who are you to decline good things? Despite being ex-partners, you can still be friends. 

☆ He becomes a stifling presence in your life. It will feel as though you’re always running into him, always accepting his goodwill, always leaving satisfied and pleased to know there is no hatred between the two of you even after the break-up.

☆ But then the line between friends and something unhealthy is crossed when he breaks into your home. Of course you don’t actually know if it was him. But there was a home-cooked meal left for you on the table (your favorite dish, actually), along with a beautiful, handcrafted accessory you had been saving up for, and you have an inkling that it might be Childe. But Childe isn’t like that; he’s sweet and harmless, right?

☆ You think you saw him standing at your bedside one night. You’re not sure how he gets in. You think you might be going insane because every night you think you see him he’s never truly there. But there are traces of him scattered throughout; you think he’s doing this intentionally—to show you that no one else is capable of tormenting you quite like he can. 

☆ So you play his game. You decide that you’ll stay up late in hopes of catching him and reporting him the Millelith. You even commission a Millelith solider to stand guard outside your house for the night, promising to pay him handsomely if he just watches over your residence for the evening while you remain inside, holed up in your room with a knife. You’re ready; you’re not sure what you’re ready for, but you’re ready nonetheless.

☆ Until you aren’t. At some point, you’ve slipped into slumber and when you wake next you find yourself pinned under Childe, who smells terribly of iron. There’s a faint speck of something on his cheek and you don’t dare look at his clothing, horrified at the thought that he managed to kill someone so stealthily and you never woke to a single scream. He smiles at you, a hunter having caught his prey, and you’re too frozen with terror to do anything but stutter through a myriad of hopeless questions. 

☆ “Cat got your tongue?” he asks, smiling down at you, and he plays soft so masterfully. But his eyes betray him. Empty and soulless—devoid of any form of warmth. Blank slates. It occurs to you that he’s holding your knife. “You should be more careful, you know... Sleeping with knives isn’t very smart, sweetheart.” He could use his Vision if he wanted to—could summon a pair of dangerous water blades and hold them at your neck—but there’s something much more exciting in pure physical strength and the sharpness of a blade not created by the elements.

☆ Twirling the knife in one hand, he runs the blade up the length of your nightshirt, the tip nearly at your throat. There’s a wild look in his eyes now, a crazed glint that tells of his true intentions, and the horror only allows you to plead in desperate whispers rather than attempt to fight him. 

☆ “Don’t be like that,” he says with a soft tut, having sliced through your shorts next, his free hand palming your most private area. “We’ve done this before. You know how I am in bed. I wouldn’t hurt you.” He exhales a breathy chuckle. “Too much.”

☆ When he slips two fingers into your mouth to coat them in your saliva, you almost bite down. You think he’s expecting you to do that because he laughs at you and says, “If you’re going to teeth, you’d better be prepared to be repaid tenfold...” You don’t have the bravery to test him on that.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴋᴀᴇᴅᴇʜᴀʀᴀ ᴋᴀᴢᴜʜᴀ

☆ You will never see a bad side of Kazuha. It’s not that he actively hides terrible sides from you. It’s just that he’s always so sweet, polite, and patient that there’s never any chance for remotely bad things to slip through his usual demeanor. And since he always seems like the perfect partner, your relationship must have reflected that. It did, until you realized that the life of a wanderer is not very ideal for you, especially since you have friends and family that you’d rather not leave behind for extended periods of time. 

☆ So you’d made the tough decision to break up with Kazuha after nearly a year of traveling alongside him. If he was surprised by your admission, he didn’t let it show. Kazuha is aware that all good things eventually end, and so he tells you that the time he spent with you will always be valuable. He shall cherish the memories he’s made with you thus far and, should the wind will it, the two of you will meet again.  

☆ The wind must really wish for your paths to converge frequently, for you almost always find yourself stumbling into Kazuha one way or another. The first few instances were completely coincidental (or so you thought). He’d happened across you while you were fishing, while you were running some errands in the city, while you were eating breakfast with friends at your favorite restaurant.

☆ Though you thought each meeting was going to be terribly awkward, Kazuha was so friendly and his amiable nature immediately puts you at ease and warms your friends to his presence. He’d ask if it was all right for him to join, if it was all right for him to lend you a hand, if it was all right for him to accompany you on your walk home. And you’d said yes every time because how could you not when he’s so princely?

☆ You thought it was strange, the way he’d start to make appearances in your daily life so often you began to question whether he really intended to continue his lifestyle as a wanderer. When you asked him about it, he had smiled pleasantly and said that he was in the process of planning his next journey, which would have satisfied you if it didn’t feel so...uncharacteristic. Kazuha only ever plans the bare essentials, preferring to let happy happenstances guide him in his travels. 

☆ You’re not sure if it’s stress or paranoia or a mix of both, but you’re certain someone’s watching you. You feel eyes, but you never see them. You confide in Kazuha and he offers to be your guard for the time being. He’s skilled in combat; he can protect you. You agree, but it’s only because you know how well he wields a blade and utilizes his Vision. Still, you can’t shake the feeling that the eyes only ever cling to you when he isn’t with you. 

☆ Kazuha loves every side of you, including the ones that are most clumsy. He finds them to be endearing facets of you—facets that make you stand out amidst a crowd of many. He would never hurt you. In fact, it weighs heavy on his heart to know you’re so frightened. But he assures you it’s nothing. He says that the wind has a habit of making those who feel particularly guilty watched. But that shouldn’t be the case with you, right? You haven’t done anything that would warrant guilt, have you? It’s manipulation in the smoothest of forms; you never suspect he pulls at the emotional harp that resides within you, plucking strings to create a tune befitting a believable story—a story that makes him seem right each time. 

☆ The one night you’re afforded a break from everything is the night you find yourself drinking with some friends, drowning fears and sorrows in lively chatter and alcohol. Kazuha’s with you, as always. He had claimed it was to be there for you in case you drink yourself silly. At the time you said that that wouldn’t happen, but hours later you’re leaning on him for support as he helps you trudge back to your lodging for the night.

☆ With this close proximity, he can admire your lovely features without having to worry about looking impolite for staring so much. He tells you how perfect you look, but the words don’t quite reach your ears. You mumble something drunkenly, burying your face in his shoulder, and he can’t help chuckling. You’ve always been the cutest.

☆ Initially, he had planned to take you home and look after you until the morning sun rose or you had woken—whichever first—but with the way you’re rubbing against him, coupled with your very soft mumbles, has him redirecting your route to a secluded strip of alleyway in a quieter part of Inazuma City. He has you pressed against the wall of a building, the both of you shrouded in blood-red lamplight, with his knee sliding between your legs.

☆ At first you kiss him back, licking into his mouth with desperate, heated fervor, your arms thrown around his neck, and he relishes in the taste of you, even if most of you tastes like fine sake. But then you’re pulling away, placing your palms on his chest to hold him back. You try to look at him, but you’re so intoxicated that you sway, your eyes flicking all about him. 

☆ Your speech slurs when you tell him that the two of you shouldn’t do this. He looks at you like he’s working out a difficult problem. “Why not?” he asks, an eyebrow raising curiously. “I thought you loved me.” And you do. Wait. No, you broke up a while ago. You only see him as a friend now. 

☆ Kazuha still smiles even as you struggle to work through a coherent sentence, leaning in to press a kiss to your throat. He tells you of how much he loves you in all manners of ways: poetic, filthy, filthily poetic. His hands wander all over, squeezing you in the softest of places. He adores every inch of you, and though his touches once soothed you in the past you seem intent on stopping him.

☆ It does sting to know you’re so averse to him even in a compromised state, but you won’t be once he’s slotted himself inside you, keeping you pinned against the wall while he holds you up and ruts into you in the exact way you like. You can try to protest, but when your tongue is tied between objections and breathy moans the latter is quick to drown out the former. He’ll swallow all protests in sweet smooches. 

☆ By the end of it, he gathers you in his arms, holding your shivering frame against his flushed one. He asks if you love him. You say yes, but deep, deep down that’s not true. And the eyes that have pursued you for half a year now finally close. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴀᴢᴜʟ ᴀꜱʜᴇɴɢʀᴏᴛᴛᴏ

☆ Azul had smiled through the break-up, nodding along and uttering words of understanding. He intends to look civil about the entire thing, but he certainly doesn't feel civil. 

☆ By his standards, two and a half years mean everything to him. Time is money, as they say, yet when it came to his relationship with you time felt much more precious and priceless. In the back of his mind, he always had his doubts and fears that you might leave him one day and he’d be all alone once again. 

☆ It’s fairly simple to keep tabs on what you do. He had been with you long enough to know all about your habits, the places you like to frequent most, the friends you talk to, and even what days you shop for groceries (which he makes note of in a journal). He’s a busy man, so most often he’ll send one of the Leech brothers (most likely Jade because Floyd prefers to approach you outright and that goes against the entire meaning of discreet) to track you throughout your day. 

☆ If you’ve blocked his Magicam account, he’ll just make another secret account. And another. And another. And another. He’ll make as many as he must in order to stay updated on the happenings in your online life, to see what posts you have been tagged in, to follow your digital footprint like a bloodhound. 

☆ Azul wants to make it seem like he’s moved on when he goes about his daily life, all charming smiles and pressed suits, and when he’s distracted with work it’s easy to temporarily forget about what ails him. But when he’s alone and he gives himself time to think, thoughts of you come creeping in. He’s had to stop himself from spontaneously texting, calling, even emailing you just to connect with you again so that he doesn’t look like a desperate, pathetic ex-boyfriend. 

☆ Azul won’t allow you to cut him out of your life. The two of you were meant to be together forever. Who else could have loved him, flaws and all, but an angel? Sure, you may have broken up with him as softly and angelically as you could (and he may have cried over it for hours later that same day), but that doesn’t make you a bad person. He still loves you, even if you hurt him, and he wants you to love him again. 

☆ If there’s something wrong with him, he’ll work to fix it. If it’s his looks, he can change his diet habits and eat less to become prettier and skinnier. He can change the makeup brand he usually wears for something you like. If it’s a certain part of his personality, he can bury it and pretend it doesn’t exist. He can mold himself to your ideals. He can become your perfect lover. Whatever it takes to be loved by you again, he’ll do it. 

☆ Azul thinks he’s dreaming when he gets a call from you, and it takes all of his restraint not to answer with a hasty confession of how much he’s missed hearing your beautiful voice. He forces himself to sound calm and collected and civil while you explain that you found some of his belongings in your apartment while cleaning and that you want him to pick them up within the next few days otherwise you’ll give them away. 

☆ Azul cannot contain his smile, nor does he realize how fast he’s agreed. He says he’ll stop by bright and early tomorrow morning. Nothing else matters in this moment. The frigid indifference in your voice doesn’t matter. The fact that you ended the call right away after that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he’s going to be able to stand in your apartment and see you again after months of watching from afar. He’s so excited he’s not sure how he’ll fall asleep. 

☆ Your apartment is exactly how he remembers: comfortable, warm, and welcoming. You’ve put everything of his in simple, unlabeled boxes, which stings a little. Do you really dislike him that much that you’d prepare everything in advance just to avoid spending more time with him? 

☆ You can’t even look at him. When he steps inside with a kind smile, you greet him curtly and tell him to take his stuff. He watches you walk off to the kitchen to continue cooking a breakfast that smells so delicious. He’s always loved your cooking. Azul glances between the boxes and the kitchen that waits down the hall. He can gather his belongings later; right now he has to appreciate this moment and draw it out for as long as he can before you force him out.

☆ As usual, there’s a certain peacefulness that envelops you when you’re so focused on cooking, your back turned to him when he steps into the kitchen. He’s not sure how many times he’s fucked you against that very countertop, in this very room while you were preparing a meal, but he misses those moments of intimacy. 

☆ You don’t startle when he presses himself against you from behind, his arms caging you in against the counter, but you do attempt to shrug him off. You remind him that if he’s taken his belongings he should leave; you’ll even walk him to the door. But Azul doesn’t want to leave. He wants to stay here. He wants to be able to hold and kiss you again, and that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

☆ “I love you so, so much,” he’s telling you, mumbling it against your skin through kiss after kiss, playful bite after bite, while his hands slide under your shirt to fondle your perky nipples. You can protest and call him names all you want; soon you’ll be feeling too good to keep up those nasty insults. Soon you’ll love him again.

☆ It’s been so long since he’s been inside you—so long since he’s had you folded over on the counter, babbling incoherently through yet another orgasm, but it feels so nice to touch you, to hear you crying and moaning his name so sweetly, to smell you, to be with you once more. And though he may have made a few mistakes in the past, this time he’s going to show you every bit of his honest love, even the sides that are twisted. Since you’re his angelfish, you’ll accept him as he is, won’t you?

#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere tartaglia #yandere tartaglia x reader #yandere childe #yandere childe x reader #yandere kaedehara kazuha #yandere kaedehara kazuha x reader #yandere kazuha #yandere kazuha x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul #yandere azul x reader #n/sfw #tw: noncon #tw: disordered eating #lunar love hotel 2023

[wxnderernara]

may I take your order~

the menu for the order up! request box

flavours

vanilla - fluff

strawberry - crossover

chocolate - comfort

coffee - angst (more for insecurity & dysphoria aid)

red velvet - angst comfort (relationship angst)

funfetti - surprise me!

icing

chocolate - rivals

vanilla - established relationship

hazelnut - fell first, fell harder

cream cheese - fake relationship

peanut butter - coworkers

nutella - assassination attempt

coconut - security guard

lemon - childhood friends

raspberry - arranged marriage

ganache - worker/customer dynamic

toppings

heart sprinkles - suggestive ending

marshmallows - hcs (state the scenario)

chocolate chips - scenario (tell the plot pls)

powdered sugar - modern au

glaze - coffeeshop au

filled cupcake - convenience store au

fruit - hybrid character (please mention if it’s the reader or the character)

nuts - bookstore au

chocolate - college au

mint - band au

edible flowers - streamer au

rainbow belts - sagau (self aware)

caramel sauce - mutual pining

rules of who to give them to

since i find my cupcakes too special to just give away to any one so i have rules on who to give them to. i hope u abide my rule for my cupcakes are too special &lt;3

so far i trust:

anyone in genshin impact but not qiqi, diona, klee, sayu, aloy and kusanali (can write her as platonic)

twisted wonderland

heartslabyul - riddle rosehearts

savanaclaw - leona kingscholar

octavinelle - azul ashengrotto, the tweels (can be separate or together)

scarabia - jamil viper

pomefiore - vil schoenheit, epel fermier

ignihyde - idia shroud

diasomnia - malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge

thank u for reading through this. heres a heart for the road &lt;3

#order up box #genshin imagines #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #thoma x reader #xiao x reader #heizou x reader #ayato x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #kazuha x reader #itto x reader #gorou x reader #razor x reader #childe x reader #tartagalia x reader #mona x reader #eula x reader #cyno x reader #albedo x reader #al haitam x reader #venti x reader #zhongli x reader #chongyun x reader #xingqiu x reader #xiangling x reader #lumine x reader #aether x reader #sara x reader #ei x reader

[hanjicore]

‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ Unexpected Love

genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, nonidol!au, college!au

pairing: felix x gn!reader

summary: You are a college student who accidentally spills coffee on Felix while rushing to class and you offer to buy him a new shirt.

author's note: it's felix time! it took some time to finish this one, but it's finally here!

After waking up late, you’re in a hurry to get to college. Stopping at Starbucks for a coffee didn't help, but you needed the caffeine to start your day.

When you finally arrive at college, you check your phone, you only have three minutes until the class start.

You start to walk fast, almost running, while checking your new messages on your phone. But at one moment, you stumble into someone. Looking up, you see a boy with a worried expression, and as you look at his shirt, you realize you spilled your coffee on him. 

Panicking, you apologize, “I’m SO sorry, please forgive me. I will buy you a new shirt!”

“It’s okay, calm down!” he answers with a smile. “You don’t need to. You’re late for class, right?”

“No, no. I will buy a new shirt for you. Just wait for me here when class ends.” you answer before rushing off to class.

A few hours later, after the class ended, you return to the spot where you spilled coffee on the boy, and to your surprise, he was there waiting for you.

“Hello,” he greets you. “I should introduce myself now, right? My name is Felix, nice to meet you.”

“My name is Y/N,” you reply, giving him a handshake. “Nice to meet you too. Should we go to the mall?”

“Sure, let’s go” he agrees.

Since the mall was nearby, you decided to walk there. During your walk, you talked about your courses and hobbies, and you discovered that you had a lot in common. 

When you arrive at the mall, Felix asks if you want to eat something, and you agree since you are hungry. You go to a café, you order a red velvet cake while Felix orders an americano and a cupcake.

“I really want to see you dancing” you say, sitting at the table with him. 

“I can show you a video if you want.” he takes his phone and shows you a video of him and his friend dancing. 

“You're so good! You must have practiced a lot!" you said in surprise.

After finishing your meal, Felix takes you to a video game store, where you both talk about your favorite games, you even end up buying a cute new mouse for your setup. 

The day went by as you both explored various stores and talked about anything and everything that came to mind until you suddenly remembered the reason you were there in the first place.

“Felix! I forgot about the shirt! Let’s go buy it!” you say, taking his hand to guide him to a clothing store.

"Y/N, you don't need to buy a new shirt. I can just wash this one, you know," he laughs, pushing you back. You are too close to him now.

"Ah, well, it's getting late, I need to go," you stutter. "See you again?"

“See you” he waves his hand. 

After that day, you kept running into each other around campus, and you always ended up talking for minutes or hanging out together after class, sometimes with your or his friends, you all became a big group of friends.

The more time you spent together, the stronger your connection grew. Felix became your best friend, someone who was always there for you. 

At one point, you fell in love with him, and he fell in love with you too.

One day, Felix asks you to go to a restaurant with him, and you agree. He’s waiting for you in front of his car and when you arrive, he gives you a pretty bouquet.

“They’re my favorite flowers,” you say, sniffing the bouquet. “It's so pretty, Felix. Thank you!”

“They’re pretty just you like, my love” he says with a cute smile. 

“Love?” you feel your cheeks burning.

He moves closer to you, placing a hand on your chin. "May I?"

You nod your head, and Felix gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. 

“You’re the love of my life” he whispers. 

#skz fluff #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz x reader #skz x y/n #skz x you #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #skz felix #felix imagines #felix x y/n #felix x you #skz yongbok #yongbok x y/n #yongbok fluff #yongbok x reader

[binkszamsstuff]

A lovely day

Dad stucky x mom reader, fluff, pouty bucky, mention of smut 🤫😉 sooooo much fluff!!!! This is an au of if the avengers got their happy ending

Steve, bucky and y/n all sat on the couch with their baby boy Grant. Still in their pj's well bluey plays, all of the parents watching too about the amazing family of healer dogs.

The chubby 11 month old giggles as bingo and bluey (the two daughter dogs) pretend to be granny's. "Aw baby! Do you like bingo? That's funny huh?!" Y/n coos to her baby boy, grant sits in his walker. His little fat fingers make grabby hands to his mum.

Y/n grunts as she picks him up, the chubby super soldier baby squeals then pats his mother's face. His dad's chuckling "hi bubba, wanna go on a walk?" Steve asks.

Bucky pauses the cartoon and the family get their coats and shoes on. Spring was right around the corner yet the chilly breeze still lingered.

With grant now in his stroller and his three parents right behind him, his dad bucky pushing while papa Steve and mommy y/n held hands.

The family of four walked in their small town to Wanda's and Nats bakery for some late breakfast.

"Hi! Oh baby grant!" Wanda's eyes went wide with joy when she saw her nephew.

Wanda had been baby crazy since grant was born. Her boys were 10 now so she didn't get the old cuddly baby love she missed. Her nagging at vision to have another before, maybe a girl.

Natasha came out of the back with flour on her cheeks and nose. "Hey guys!"

"Hey natty, hi Wanda" the three parents said, grant babbling in his seat.

"What can we get for ya?" Wanda said

Steve spoke "how about a slice of lemon bread with a Carmel coffee for y/n and a bagel with extra cream cheese. Bucky wants a Panini and a red velvet cup cake....can I get a black coffee and a cheese Danish. And for grant and a strawberry cupcake. Thank you " Steve knew everyone's order he took it very seriously to make sure he knew the little things about his husband and wife. It warmed y/n and Bucky's heart.

The family sat down and in 10 minutes the food was out. Bucky laughing as y/n feed grant some of her lomen bread, his little face scrunched up and eyes wide. Steve holding him in his lap trying not to laugh at his boy.

Then the little family laughed some more as Wanda took pictures of grant with cupcake all over his face, bucky pouting because his baby stole his cupcake too.

After grant was cleaned up and the four of them said their goodbyes to Wanda and Nat. They decided to take a walk through the flower gardens at the park.

Y/n took some pictures of her son and husbands, the chubby baby in aw with the texture of the flower petals.

"I love you" Steve said to y/n his eyes soft and warm as he watched the mother of his child hold their baby while showing him the flowers.

"I love you too Stevie, I love you Jamie" y/n returned the sentiment

"I love you all" said bucky.

After the late morning walk, they got back home. Grant asleep in Steve's arms while bucky and y/n struggled to pack away the stroller.

With the sleepy baby upstairs, the parents had a romantic time listening to music while cooking dinner, and dancing.

"let's have another baby" bucky said smirking.

The end, and they lived happily ever after !🫠💖

This makes me want to be a mom sooooo bad, and stucky as my husbands. Lol 💖

#Spotify #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #marvel #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshots #steve rogers #steve rogers au #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #stucky x y/n #stucky x female reader #stucky

[nomniki]

𑁯     order number seventeen: a red velvet cupcake and a chocolate chip cookie to share with . . . felix !     𖥦       (   💌 anon   )   ㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤ৩  ㅤ`

slightly unrelated but anon the song in ur ask (bi-elijah by Y2K92) is so nice i literally love it thank u for including it

i am such a sucker for cute people 😓 so in my eyes, u and felix r destined to be together.. like u guys would be stupidly cute together

i know everybody loves the sunshine and sunshine protector dynamic but i also love sunshine and the slightly more introverted but equally as cute and bubbly sunshine they’re with

your ideal date with felix would be a little bit unconventional, but he’d be so sure to incorporate all the typically romantic elements he knows ur weak for :((

felix would pick u up for sure, with a bouquet of wild looking flowers he’d picked up on a whim on his way to your place because they reminded him of you :(

the place he had in mind was pretty close by so you’d walk together, making casual small talk that comes ridiculously easy between the two of you

you guys were going to decorate phone cases together for each other!! not the first thing that comes to mind when it comes to a first date but it’s honestly perfect for you and felix

he’d spend SO long crouched by the rows of small beads and charms, being so meticulous about the pieces he chose and intended to put on your phone case (which would be so endearing you’d have no choice but to snap some sneaky candids)

when i say he’s dedicated to the decorating process i’m not kidding 😭

i’m talking tongue between his teeth spending minutes at a time on the placement of one small charm he was pretty sure you’d like

adjusting it everything by negligible distances with tweezers and constantly reevaluating his work but if you so much as looked wrong at your own work, he’d grab your hands and reassure you with the utmost seriousness that he’d love ANYTHING you made for him 😭😭😭😭 such a cutie

finally you’d exchange phone cases and he’d insist on taking selfies in the mirror to show off your creations, felix would swear he’d never take it off

all that hard work worked up an appetite so you’d find a quaint little stall that felix was clearly familiar with to grab a bite to eat

once you were seated somewhere, felix would reveal the purchase you hadn’t noticed him make which would definitely make your heart skip a beat

two matching phone charms to add to your decorated cases 😭 as if he couldn’t get any cuter

you’d (begrudgingly) come home with matching couple items and an obscene amount mirror selfies and regular selfies and candids of felix as well as a secured second date and a big fat crush :(

#୨ ୧ — 🐬 nomniki hits 500 ! #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenario #stray kids imagine #skz x reader #skz x you #skz oneshots #skz scenarios #skz imagine #lee felix x reader #lee felix x you #lee felix scenarios #lee felix imagines

[falling-endlessly]

Teknologik

Vox x Vaggie

Summary: Vaggie is a newly fallen soul in hell. In a strange twist of fate, she manages to get tangled up with the infamous TV demon—and now, he won't leave her alone.

Bisexual!Vaggie

<—Part 1 Chapter Index Part 3—>

Part 2: Well, shit

Several weeks had passed since her arrival in hell, and Vaggie was slowly getting used to it.

Sure most people weren't the friendliest, and the gunshots were kind of a pain to sleep through at night, but it wasn't much different from the area she grew up around. Besides, every once in awhile, she would even come across someone actually halfway decent, so it really wasn't too terrible.

As long as you kept your head down and didn't fuck with the crazies, then you'd be fine. Vaggie was used to flying under the radar.

On top of that, she now had a stable job, room and board, courtesy of Dante—the owner of 666 bakery who'd nearly beat her with his whisk when they'd met. Dante was a burly, gruff man who mostly kept to himself, but he was kind at heart and harbored a soft spot for new arrivals. She often found herself curious as to the reason he ended up in hell—but apparently asking that of someone was taboo here. She learnt that the hard way.

For the most part, Vaggie considered herself extremely lucky. Things could have taken a much darker turn if she hadn't run into someone as generous and accommodating as Dante. She would even say she enjoyed working at the bakery. There was something strangely therapeutic about working just the two of them in the kitchen, no words exchanged, just the soft melody of the old stereo playing on the counter. Then when it was time to open, she would take turns manning the register and restocking their display. It was repetitive, but comforting.

Vaggie hummed under her breath, writing down the ingredients they would need to restock on her notepad. She heard the tinkle of the bell, indicating a new client had arrived.

"Just a second!" She called out, stuffing her notepad into her apron and brushing the flour from her shirt. She pushed past the curtains that separated the kitchen from the display, taking in the strange, frowning demon scrolling through his phone. He was dressed well above the standard, probably worked for an overlord or something, but the strangest thing about him was the fact that his face was literally a television screen. Vaggie blinked, approaching the register.

"Welcome to 666 bakery, what can I get you?" She raised a brow.

He didn't answer her, not even looking up from his phone.

Vaggie's eye twitched. Great, an asshole too. "Sir?" She gritted out, face straining to keep a neutral expression.

"Hmm?" He glanced up boredly, giving her an unimpressed once over that made her fume. "Oh, you're finally here. I was wondering how long I would have to wait."

Vaggie's jaw dropped, her fists balling at her sides. "What the f—"

"Anyway, I'm kind of in a rush," he rolled his eyes, looking at her pointedly. "Could I get two dozen double chocolate cupcakes, a red velvet cake, six boxes of strawberry vanilla cake pops and three mocha lattes?"

"Is that all?" Vaggie typed it up with a sarcastic smile.

"Yep," he said, glancing back down at his phone.

"That'll be 300 dollars and 35 cents," she said with a raised brow. This guy might be an asshole but at least he was keeping them in business. "How would you like to pay?"

"Credit," he said distractedly. He slipped a hand into the pocket of his slacks, pulling out a sleek black and gold infinite credit card. Vaggie's eyebrows raised even higher. Damn, so he was rich rich.

"Due to the size of your order," she continued, setting up the device for him to scan his card. "It will probably be ready by 3 pm at the earliest. If you could just leave us your phone number—"

"What?" He snapped, retracting his card and lifting his eyes to glare at her. "What part of 'I'm in a rush' did you not understand?"

Vaggie struggled to keep her calm, forcing a blank expression on her face. "You can't expect us to procure this order on such short notice. If you wanted to pick it up at this time, you could have called in advance so that we could have prepared it for you."

"Well if you had done your job and told me earlier, then I wouldn't have wasted my time with this dump," he growled.

Her patience finally snapped, a surge of white hot anger twisting her features. "If your face wasn't glued to your phone screen, maybe you'd see the giant fucking sign over my shoulder that says exactly what I just told you." She gestured angrily behind her at the sign displayed.

He shoved his phone back into his pocket, leaning over the counter to sneer in her face. "If you dislodged your head from your asshole, maybe you'd notice the dried cum stains all over your face."

"If your head wasn't an inanimate object, maybe you'd actually have a brain," she spat back.

His screen turned a vibrant red as he bared his teeth at her. "You fucking—do you understand who the hell you're—"

"Vaggie?" Dante's rough voice sounded from behind them. "What is—?" He cut himself off, and Vaggie uneasily watched the color drain from his face.

For a moment nobody spoke, before Dante uncharacteristically rushed forward. "My apologies sir, she's new, please forgive her."

Vaggie frowned incredulously. "What are you—?"

He gave her a scalding glare, silencing the retort on her tongue.

"This standard of customer service is abysmal," the man scowled, raising her hackles. "In my own damn territory no less."

"I apologize, sir," Dante bowed his head.

Vaggie furrowed her brows. Territory? Now that she thought about it, Dante had told her that this territory was owned...by an overlord. Her eyes widened, an icy feeling trickling down her spine. Shit. Holy shit. She just threatened an overlord.

Apparently he could see the moment it finally clicked in her brain, because a smug look spread across his face.

"Don't worry," he began slyly. "I won't shut you down."

They barely had a chance to sigh in relief before he continued. "As long as you fire her," he pointed a clawed finger at her.

Vaggie felt the blood drain from her face. Fire her? No she couldn't—where would she go? Last time she was left to her own devices she was almost kidnapped by human traffickers. Her fists trembled. "You—"

"But of course, I could also be convinced to let this go entirely," he cut her off, his grin growing by the second. "If you beg for forgiveness."

What. An. ASSHOLE.

Vaggie shook with rage, barely refraining from leaping over the counter, overlord or not. She wanted to wrap her hands around his slender neck and watch the panic bloom in his expression as he suffocated slowly. Or maybe she could shatter his screen with the shiny new spear Dante got her in case customers got violent. But realistically, she knew this would only anger him, and he in turn may very possibly take out that anger on Dante. She couldn't find it in herself to do that to the nice man who'd given her so much already.

So begrudgingly, she lowered her eyes submissively. "Sorry sir, it won't happen again."

"Come on, you can do better than that," he jeered. "Say it like you mean it."

Vaggie's jaw clenched so hard, she was surprised she didn't fracture a bone. She raised her head to stare him right in the eyes. "Sorry sir, I was wrong to treat you with disrespect and waste your time. Please forgive me."

"Hmm," he hummed noncommittally. "It's still missing something. Maybe—oh, I got it!" He snapped his fingers as if coming to a grand realization, before grinning at her downright wickedly. "Get on your knees."

Vaggie's jaw dropped. "Excuse me—"

"Actually, now that I think about it, the porn industry is hiring," he tapped his chin. "Though you're kind of lacking in...assets, they'd probably still take you. I mean sure, you'd get all the second-rate gigs that nobody wants, but at least you'd be off the streets, right?"

Vaggie dropped to her knees, hands slapping against the floor as she bowed her head. "Please forgive me, I was wrong. Just don't—I can't—not again." Her breath came out shakily, eyes burning in humiliation.

It was silent for a moment, before a loud sigh sounded from above her. She glanced up hesitantly.

"Whatever," he grumbled. "Just—give me discount or something."

"It'll be on the house, sir," Dante breathed a sigh of relief, before shooting her a thunderous look that promised a long scolding after this was done. "Vaggie, in the kitchen. Now."

She didn't need to be told twice, scrambling to her feet as she made herself scarce.

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