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[ju-lie-mine]

birthday art for my friend!

[shinyrockalaska]

It's my birthday!

And because I am most definitely truly not OBSESSED, I've made an owl house themed birthday party<:

I haven't seen many ideas for it online when I searched for ideas myself so I'm here to share what I did in my party in case anyone's in need of ideas!

Let's gooo hoot hoot!

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The food:

Hooty cookies - a must

I made it as simple vegan cookies with almonds as the beak and chocolate for the eyes and head

Apple blood because of course

Made out of frozen cherries mixed with apple juice concentrate

I made sure to include fanta as an elixir because of the color of it lol, and pretzel snack because it's hex mix ^^

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The cakes:

Fairy pie, because it's an actual cake from the show

I made it as an apple & cherry pie, with arms and legs made out of sugar dough, wings made out of caramel and a touch of colorful sprinkles to make it more magical

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I also made THE owl house itself because if we're gonna celebrating an owl house birthday party we're gonna need an owl house!

I don't know how to bake, and I use self made neutral food colouring so it doesn't look that great or accurate, but I think it's really nice (and it did taste good lol)

It's basically chocolate cake I shaped to look like the house, putted on brownies for the ground and covered with sugar dough. The door is a lotus biscoff with a tiny Hooty cookie on it, the windows are made from caramel, the roof is what I call a failed blue pancake because the food colouring didn't work that good on it.. the tower is also chocolate cake covered in sugar dough (dyed with matcha tea powder) and the other small tower is made of carrot cake with actual carrot on top of it because I'M CHAOTIC.

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The decorations:

I printed a bunch of random pictures to hang (what do you mean I have a fav character? Me? Of course not!) Along with posters from the show and with glyphs and Lego eda and such to decorate the wall and the table and all that. I took a rounded bottle and filled it with fanta to make a cool elixir. I dyed a food storage bag to look like the hex mix we see in the series. I put Lilith palisman (aka Mike Socks who looks very goofy) in there too because it's the only palisman I've made (I cosplayed Lilith a lot in the past year hah). I will not elaborate on that egg carton Lilith 🤧

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The game:

We played the owl house, duh

Jk, instead I made the best pass the parcel game EVER

Every note there was either an episode based task/question or a coven related task. The coven notes were attached with coven pins I made, to make everyone join a coven haha. We were more than 10 people so I also made a few 'wild' and 'coven' pins inspired from those in the IFWOT (theme's the breaks, kid episode).

Example for tasks and such I wrote:

A Lying Witch and a Warden - make up a quick fanfic between two kinds of food.

Adventures In The Elements - create a new combination of glyph.

Hunting Palisman - what's your deepest wish and what animal do you think would be your palisman because of that?

Elsewhere and Elsewhen - tell us about a moment where balusters saved your life.

Theme's the breaks, kid - do a trust fall with someone from the room.

Potion coven - create a potion from the refreshments.

Oracle coven - describe the future of everyone in the room.

Abomination coven - act like an abomination for three turns.

Beast keeping coven - take over a giraffe (I made a low effort piñata shaped like a giraffe to be destroyed in this task)

Emperor's coven - stand on the side until the end of the game. You might not get to win it, but as emperor's Belos always said: to be great you have to make sacrifices.

In the end of the parcel there was a box I dyed and shaped to look like the suitcase (and door) of the portal - with candies and stickers inside.

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Welp, that's it!

Hope you liked the ideas and/or the chaos of it all

BYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[sparklingchim]

sad to announce that the grocery store doesn't sell my favourite cookies anymore

[adore-laur]

YOU MAKE IT FEEL LIKE CHRISTMAS

— a holiday addition to the dadrry universe 🎄

❅ ❅ ❅

Red wine is an elixir of reminiscence.

As twilight fades into dusk, you let the velvety Cabernet Sauvignon warm your bloodstream and bring forth memories of the festive seasons gone by. Childhood recollections of sneaking down the hallway before sunrise, captivated by the magical scene made by the plump man who somehow slid down the chimney. Wrapping presents galore while sitting by the twinkling evergreen, the stacks piling higher and higher each year. Baking desserts and listening to Christmas music, the scent of gingerbread mingling with the seaside air. All those moments were nostalgia happening in real-time, engulfing you until they unraveled like a ribbon box of wistfulness.

You're lost in a blissful reverie while watching Harry swiftly round the kitchen island. He's eating the last half of a frosted cookie and untucking his black henley from his sweatpants.

"You've gone quiet on me," he says while chewing, his fist raised to his mouth.

Your vision breaks away from him and refocuses on the entrancing flames in the fireplace. "Just thinking."

"'Bout what?" he asks, reclaiming his glass of wine that he abandoned on the mantle shelf.

"How this will be our eighth Christmas together."

He whistles in a decrescendo and sits next to you. "Really? How are you not sick of me yet?"

"Trust me, you push the limit sometimes."

"Only because I love you."

You roll your eyes affectionately, then say, "I was also thinking about how emotional I'll be tomorrow."

Harry smiles as he begins soothingly rubbing your back. "You always get emotional on Christmas."

At the mere thought of it, you flatten your lips and look at him miserably. The childlike wonder you'll get to witness is nothing to shed tears over, yet you can't help but know you'll feel the pitiful pull on your maternal heartstrings.

"I'm a mess," you say defeatedly.

"No, no, no. Come here and give me a hug." He instinctively reaches for your hand and tugs you toward him. "Bring it in."

You clumsily situate yourself in his lap and curl into his warm body. Your muscles relax, but the tears still spill over. It's irrevocable.

"Why are you crying?" Harry croons, propping his chin on your head and swaying you consolingly. "Hmm? You break my heart when you cry."

Sniffling, you bury your face into his chest and mumble, "She's growing up too fast."

His throat bobs. "I know. It hurts me too."

"But it hurts, like, deep in my soul. Sometimes I physically feel the ache when I look at her."

"She's three." The featherlight touch of his fingertips trails up and down your spine. "That's still young, yeah? And don't forget we've got a new little baby."

"She's our firstborn, though," you say mournfully, staring at him. You remember exactly what it felt like to hold her for the first time. She changed everything for us. It feels like it was just yesterday when we brought her home, and now she's walking around and doing things all by herself. Where did the time go?"

"I don't have the answer to that, sweetheart," Harry replies, his eyes darting over your distraught face. "Time goes by too quickly."

"She starts preschool next year." You shake your head in disbelief and gape at him incredulously. "Harry, do you hear me?��Preschool."

"I hear you." He looks genuinely concerned as he shifts his legs in order to hold you better, cradling the sides of your head to stop it from shaking. Smart of him to do so since the wine is making you a bit dizzy. "Hey, I hear you. Always. We'll cry in the car together when we drop her off on her first day, deal? Right now, let's focus on tonight and enjoy Christmas Eve. Let's watch our babies grow one day at a time."

More tears sting your eyes and nose like a thousand tiny bees. "Do you feel it when you look at her?"

His features turn sad, yet a ghost of a smile still appears. "Of course," he whispers. "It's embarrassing the number of times I've teared up just from watching her simply exist."

"You know what always gets me?" you ask thoughtfully. A tender kiss is planted on your forehead in encouragement to continue. "When she brings you seashells. It kills me every time."

The corner of his mouth twitches. "I hope she never stops doing that. It melts my heart."

"She's so sweet. We're raising such a beautiful girl."

"Two beautiful girls."

You pout, feeling overwhelmingly sentimental. "I want to wake them up and snuggle with them."

"Don't," he says with a wary laugh, "or they'll be cranky little devils tomorrow morning."

"I love waking them up, though."

"So do I," he agrees in a way that is so sincere it makes you even more emotional. "Although tomorrow we'll be the ones woken up first."

You sigh dreamily. "That's true. I love it when they open their sleepy eyes, and the first thing they see is me. And then they smile."

To provide your children with a sense of happiness, even if they're not fully conscious of it yet, is the greatest gift you could ever possess.

"Being their first smile of the day," Harry says softly, "is what being a parent is all about, you know? Getting to see their faces look more and more like yours each day. Hearing them laugh and holding them in my arms. I always think to myself how fuckin' lucky I am to be their dad."

Letting a teardrop fall, you finally succumb to the wine-drunk dramatics. "They love you so much."

It's his turn for his eyes to sparkle with tears. "They're my girls. My best friends."

"You are everything to them. The way they look at you and listen to every word you speak is so amazing. I can't think of anything quite like it."

Tracing the pad of his thumb across your cheekbone, Harry says, "They have my favorite parts of your face. When they smile, their eyes shape and light up the same way yours do." He hums thoughtfully and smoothly dances his gaze around your features. "Got their mom's nose, too."

You wipe your tears and take a sip of wine, letting him continue admiring you like a work of art in The Louvre. You do the same to him, obsessed with how the light from the flames flickers over his skin. Your lucky stars are definitely out tonight.

"I want you to get grey hair," you blurt, not even realizing what you said until Harry retracts his head with a bewildered expression.

"I beg your pardon?" he asks through a shocked laugh, reaching for his wine glass. "I'm only thirty-two! Good grief, woman."

Shrugging, you imagine the inevitable physical change. Maybe the one curly strand of hair that always falls over his forehead will start to lighten into an ash color. Or perhaps it'll start with his stubble turning a salt and pepper two-tone. Either way, you know you'll be all over him when it happens.

"It'd be hot, just saying."

"You're a dirty liar," he murmurs around the rim of his glass, his voice slightly muffled.

"A dad I'd like to fuck is what you are. Sue me."

Harry smirks gradually, his lips stained a delectable shade of scarlet. "What," he enunciates slowly, "has gotten into you tonight?"

"Nothing," you say coyly. "You're just really attractive when you drink wine."

His pupils appear darker and more dilated as he intensely stares at you. His cheeks are tinted with a flush due to the alcohol. Whenever they draw up in a smile, his dimples emerge, and he's genuinely never looked more kissable. Because his mouth... oh, his mouth.

When Harry sets his wine down and finally lingers it near your ear, his berry-scented breath sending shivers across your entire body, you're his entirely. He then speaks in a drawl that makes you tighten your legs around his waist. "I think this wine has gone from here" — he hovers his fingers over your stomach and then trails them up to your temple, tapping twice — "to here."

You swallow a noise of desperation. "I want you to kiss me."

Nipping your earlobe, he asks, "Where, baby?"

"Your choice."

"Sure about that?"

"Yes. Don't test my patience."

He doesn't say anything and promptly lays you down on your back, the carpet providing cushioning as your husband hovers over you with his hands placed on either side of your dizzy head. The room spins, but all you focus on is him.

He takes his time and leaves slow, practiced kisses on your lips, coaxing them open with his wine-flavored tongue. It's clear as day that he's never lost his temptation. If anything, it's grown now that he knows how to get specific reactions out of you. Like if he nudges his nose against yours, you'll take control of his mouth. If he reaches for your ankle, you'll spread your legs further apart. If he walks his fingers down your inner thigh, well, you won't hesitate to flip positions.

Eight years with him proves he knows every instinct of your body like no one does.

"Harry, we can't," you say when he starts rocking his hips. "I'm not cleared yet."

He stops and groans against your shoulder. "Fuck."

The doctor hasn't given you the green light to have sex again since giving birth a month ago. If you're being completely honest, you're almost dreading when it'll finally happen because of how it felt after having your first child. It wasn't pleasurable, it didn't last long, and you weren't feeling the best about your postpartum appearance. Harry had been gracious and attentive, but for lack of better words, it sucked.

"Did I ruin the moment?" you ask, your skin prickly with embarrassment.

"No," Harry breathes out. "Hell no. Look at you, baby. I'm unbelievably hard right now."

"Should we... can we—"

"We can just do foreplay if that's what you're asking. It's completely up to you."

Your tipsy brain thinks of one thing and one thing only. "Thigh."

His eyebrows twitch as he licks the corner of his mouth. "Hmm? You're mumbling."

"Thigh," you utter again.

"My what? I can't hear you over the fire."

"Harry," you grit out impatiently. "You know what I'm saying. Please, before the mood is actually ruined."

"You wanna ride it?" he asks for confirmation.

"Yes. Now shut up."

"We have to be quiet, darling."

"I can be quiet. Can you be quiet?"

"With you on my lap? Probably not."

Looking up at the ceiling and taking a calming breath, you say, "This is so risky. I hate you."

Harry tuts. "Why do you hate me?"

"Because you're so..." you trail off, searching for the right word. "So alluring all the time. And I can't help myself when you look at me like you do. It's aggravating."

"Personally, I think it's just your hormones talking." He hikes a thumb over his shoulder. "The baby monitor is on the couch, love, so don't worry. We'll make this nice and quick."

"Fine. Okay."

He stretches his legs out while you position yourself over his thigh. Your underwear is already damp as you begin slowly grinding over the thick muscle. He's hard under his sweatpants, a sight you've missed seeing and being able to do something about it. His hands latch onto your waist to guide your movements, and he moans as his whole body shudders from the first sexually intimate contact he's had with you in a month.

"Someone's got an appetite tonight," he says proudly. "It's okay, so do I. But we gotta be quiet."

A salacious thrill runs down your spine because of his determination to get you off. As you use his thigh and grip his shoulders, the fire beside you heats your already ignited body. He searches for your lips, his skin glowing, eyebrows pinched with pleasure. His broad chest provides support as you lean into him, feeling the pulse of your forthcoming orgasm grow stronger. You need it desperately. You're attempting to keep any noises from escaping, but it's been so insufferably long since you've felt him this way. Moans, whimpers, and panted breaths unabashedly break loose.

"Look at me," Harry says lowly. "What did I say? Do I need to cover your mouth?"

"You're making noise too! Don't—"

His large palm covers the lower half of your face, cutting off your sentence. "What did I say?" he repeats.

You roll your eyes and continue circling your hips over him to offer some relief. "I'm almost there," you mumble against his hand. "I'm close."

"I'm so gone for you," he murmurs, removing his hand and kissing your neck. "You're something else, do you know that? Gonna make a mess on my lap?"

You whine into his mouth. "Yeah. Do the thing."

Harry purposefully flexes his thigh muscle, the movement putting heavenly pressure on your clit. It does the trick, and you come as he stifles your moans so no innocent ears hear, his own groans muffled as you kiss through the climax.

"I missed doing this with you," you whisper, grinding against him one last time.

"I know." He grunts, his body stilling. "I know, honey."

"And I love you. You're so good to me and our family."

"We're perfect together, aren't we?"

"So fucking perfect," you say as your eyes flutter shut. Every breath you take is heavy, your lungs filling with pure contentment.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He hooks your legs around his waist, and his elbow accidentally knocks over his wine glass. Dark red liquid pools on the hearth, the dying fire reflecting off it. "Shit. Goddamnit."

"Harry," you groan as he clumsily untangles himself from you and jogs to the kitchen.

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Your eyes shoot open when a startling noise resounds in the pitch-black bedroom. It doesn't register until your mind slowly fades into consciousness, realizing it's Harry's ringtone.

The bedside clock displays 5:39 a.m. It's Christmas morning. Who in the world is calling so early?

You remain still until Harry is eventually woken up by it. The mattress creaks as he stands and takes his phone to the master bathroom. You turn the bedside lamp on, and after five minutes of incoherent mumbling coming through the cracked door, he shuffles out with a crease between his eyebrows.

"Who was that?" you ask sleepily while stretching your legs under the covers.

Harry silently paces before saying, "My boss."

You yawn and rub your bleary eyes, then lean against the headboard. "Wishing you a Merry Christmas? That's nice of him."

"No," he replies in his husky morning voice, blankly staring at the wall behind you. "He, uh... he asked me if I could come to work today."

Silence pierces the atmosphere for several seconds before you finally ask, "What?"

"He said three people called out already."

You whip your head toward the clock. "It's not even six yet."

"Tell me about it," he says with zero emotion. I don't even know what to say. I told him I'd call him back once I've woken up a bit more."

Harry is most prone to being grumpy in the mornings. You hate that he's in a sour mood before the sun has even risen.

"Just tell him you're not going to. We'll get jumped on in less than an hour to open presents."

He runs a heavy hand down his face, stopping it under his lips. "It would only be for the first half of the day. I can make it back home for presents in the afternoon."

"What are you talking about?" Either he's sleepwalking, or he's gone mad. Maybe you're having a bad dream. "Christmas is an all-day thing, Harry. It always has been."

He struggles with words before saying, "My work relies on me. I need you to understand that."

Now you're wide awake with irritation. "Are you joking? You're on paternity leave. Never in a million years would I have thought you'd put work before your family."

The first nerve is struck, and it's written all over Harry's face.

"That's such a fuckin' low blow, and you know it," he says angrily. "I have always, always put our family first."

"You're sure as hell not doing it now!" You throw your arms out to the side and get out of bed.

"You're starting an argument on Christmas? Really?"

"Yeah, I am," you reply pettily.

Harry towers over you with a clenched jaw, pointing at his chest. "I demoted myself so I could be with my family more."

"Oh, don't you dare pull that card on me."

"I'm not pulling any card on you! I'm defending myself for crying out loud!"

"Lower your voice," you hiss at him. "Our daughter doesn't need to be more upset than she already will be when she finds out her dad isn't home on Christmas morning."

You struck below the belt, and now he's wounded.

Harry's stoic expression crumbles into one of devastation, his shoulders sagging with undeniable hurt. "Can you just listen to me?" His tone wavers with emotion. You immediately lower your defenses and swallow down guilt. "Please," he adds quietly. "I hate arguing with you. I hate it so much."

"I'm sorry," you choke out, hiding your face in your palms. "I didn't mean it."

Strong arms wrap around you, his hands spreading on your back. "I know you didn't mean it. We both need to calm down, okay? Can we sit?"

You nod and mumble, "Sure."

He lowers you to the floor and says, "Let's just talk this through. Tell me we're okay. Tell me it's just holiday stress getting to us."

Your head starts to pound from how deep your eyebrows plunge. "Why are you speaking like that? We're fine."

Harry's tired eyes bore into yours. "Because we're saying hurtful things and the thought of losing you is unbearable."

"You're not losing me. I'm allowed to be frustrated."

"Then please let me know what's going on in your mind. I always have to remind you to talk to me, otherwise nothing gets resolved."

"I already told you," you say while playing with the knotted string on his pajama pants. "I don't like how you're considering going to work instead of being here. That hurts my feelings."

Harry kisses your face and murmurs, "I'm sorry, love. It's early, and I'm in a weird headspace. It's all that damn wine we drank last night."

"Do you have a headache?"

"A brutal one."

You rub your temples. "Same here."

"Listen," he says, "I'm halfway through my paternity leave, so I think a part of me feels guilty for refusing to go in, considering I haven't worked the past month."

"I get that, but can you understand where I'm coming from?" you ask, still being showered with his tender morning kisses. "Any other day, I'd be fine with it, but it's our baby's first Christmas. Look me in the eye and tell me you'd seriously rather be at work prepping food for rich people who need to dine out for the holidays."

"You know I'd rather be here. I always want to be here with you guys."

"Then call your boss and say you're not coming in. You can't always be a yes man. Otherwise, you'll get walked over."

"Am I really a yes man?"

"Sometimes."

He slumps against you. "I don't want you to think I don't fight for our family."

You frown. "I don't think that. I will never forget when you demoted yourself. Yes, I was furious when you first told me, but then I realized how important it is for you to be present and bond with your children."

"I'll call my boss and tell him no." He hugs you and gives you a sweet smile. "Only if you promise you're not mad at me."

"I'm not mad," you say, fondly pinching his cheek. "Now get your butt up and bring me some Advil."

He gestures a salute. "Yes, ma'am."

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You're woken up again, this time by a slight pressure on your legs and two little hands shaking your shoulders.

"Santa came! Mama, Santa came!"

"Shh, shh, shh," you hush her lisped voice as you open your eyes. It takes a minute to become aware of your surroundings, and you eventually see Harry passed out on the bed by your feet, wrapped in his white robe and lying on his back as he sleeps. After your talk, he took a shower to clear his head and must have fallen asleep again.

"Can you wait until I get your sister up?" you whisper. "Then you can jump on Dad."

She nods, her messy curls bouncing every which way. You quietly get up and wander down the hallway toward the nursery. Surprisingly, your baby girl only cried twice throughout the night.

Once her diaper is changed and she's dressed in a festive onesie, you return to the bedroom with her cradled in your arms. You're greeted with a barely awake Harry, who is trying to tame the wild beast. Playful growls followed by shrieking laughter echo off the walls. You could've guessed that she wouldn't listen.

His eyes instantly soften when he sees you holding his new favorite person. "Why is your little nose all red?" he says to her. "You look like Rudolph."

You pass her over before sitting on the edge of the bed. "She loves untucking her arms from the swaddle at night, so she gets cold. She's an escape artist."

"A cute escape artist," he says, looking down at his girl. "Look how cute you are. I'm gonna eat your cheeks. I'm gonna do it!" He pretends to munch on her chubby cheeks until her happy noises fill the room.

After thirty minutes of warm snuggles in bed and letting the sunrise peek through the curtains, everyone eventually gathers in the living room to start the day. Harry, now in a much better mood, immediately goes into full dad mode so everything runs smoothly and no one is crabby on Christmas.

"What can I make my lovely wife for breakfast?" he asks, dressed in jeans and a red knitted sweater.

"French toast and eggs, please," you answer, feeding the baby in your lap a bottle. She has a little Santa hat on. "Can you grab me the burp cloth?"

"Got it." He turns to his daughter, who's watching cartoons on the TV. "Lovebug. Come here for a second."

She gallops over to him, and he swoops her up to set her on his hip. "Hi," she says.

"Hi, sweetheart," he says while fixing her loose socks. "Dad needs your breakfast order."

"Reindeer pancake!"

"And?"

"Juice!"

"And?"

She hums, thinking long and hard. "Cookie!"

"Uh-oh." Harry gasps, looking at her with wide eyes. "Haven't you heard? Santa ate all the cookies!"

Her face drops. "Why?"

"We left them out for him, remember?"

"But… but why?"

"Because that's the spirit of Christmas." He kisses her cheek and then sets her down. "Go organize the presents while I make breakfast, okay? No peeking. Behave."

Once the family has full bellies and excited smiles, it's time to open presents. Everyone has their respective piles stacked in front of their feet, some from under the tree, some from the four stockings hanging on the mantle. It's crazy to think there used to only be two there.

"Who's going first?" Harry asks with a steaming mug of tea in his hands. He sits beside you on the couch and carefully slides the portable bassinet closer. Her Christmas plans are getting milk drunk and sleeping all day.

"Me!" says your daughter, crawling into his lap.

"All right. Pick a good one, little lady."

She chooses a rectangular box from the top of her stack. "That's one you need to open with your dad," you tell her. "Harry, open yours that has the same wrapping paper."

He grabs an identical-looking present and helps tear open both boxes. After pulling out the tissue paper, he picks up a pair of white aprons, one big and one small, with ladybugs stitched to the fronts. You tried and failed to find ones that said lovebug, but you figured the sentiment would be appreciated.

"A ladybug!"

You take a candid picture of her with your phone. "I know, baby. You and Dad can match when you cook together."

Harry squeezes your shoulder and whispers, "Thank you."

It's your turn next, and you choose a gift from Harry. You open a small box that contains a gift card to a local spa establishment.

"You deserve a day without me or the kids," he says softly. "I'm forcing you to not be a mom for a day."

You look at him while holding the card to your chest. "Thank you so much."

"Word on the street is that they give better massages than I do."

"Well, they've got some tough competition."

Harry laughs and kisses your cheek, then picks out a gift you've been waiting for weeks to give him. He didn't ask for it, but you like to surprise him. He unwraps it with a giddy smile, eventually pulling out two picture frames crafted from an assortment of seashells.

"I made them using the shells she's brought you over the years," you explain. "I hope you don't mind."

Harry runs a hand over his mouth as his eyes dance over the two pictures. One of them is from when his baby girl was born a mere month ago — the two of you sat in the birthing tub with him staring at you with a breathtaking smile after she clung to him. The other picture is from the day his first daughter was born — him sitting in the hospital bed while holding her with his forehead resting against hers, his hands almost taking up her entire body.

"That's you, lovebug," he says to her while pointing at the picture. "Look at how tiny you were. You changed my life that day and made me the happiest person in the whole wide world."

"Me?" she asks curiously.

He taps her nose. "Mm-hmm. And look at you now. All grown up."

"Do I still make you the happiest in the whole wide world?"

"Every single day. We're each other's first smiles forever, right?"

She nods delightedly. "Yeah."

Harry hugs her tightly and then glances over at you, doing a double-take when you bring your knees to your chest and inhale deeply. "Are you gonna cry?" he teases with a smirk.

"No," you reply unconvincingly, clearing your throat and not-so-subtly wiping the corners of your eyes. "Okay, who's next!"

After a bunch more presents are unwrapped, toys and sparkly bows scattered on the carpet, there's only one box under the tree with no name.

Harry crawls over and grabs it. "This," he says theatrically while standing, "is for all of us. Let's have mommy do the honors."

The box is set in your lap, and Harry stands before you, bending forward to place his hands on your thighs.

"You're way too close to me right now," you tell him.

He glances up at you through his eyelashes. "I need to gauge your reaction."

You roll your eyes and begin tearing the tape on the box's seal. Once you open it, your heart skips a beat when you see four plane tickets sitting on a bed of sand.

"Surprise," he whispers.

Mouth agape, you take them out and flip them over to read the tags attached.

Your tag reads: For my wife. Italy the first time made us fall in love all over again. Let's do it a second time.

Your eldest daughter's tag reads: For my lovebug. I'll buy you all the raspberry gelato and ciabatta bread you want. I'll even throw a lasso around the Italian moon for you to keep.

Your newborn's tag reads: For my baby girl. I'll show you the sea that emulates your beauty. You'll show me how lucky I am to hold and love you.

In all your years of knowing him, you don't think he's ever done something more romantic than the scrawly ink attached to a gift from a memory so dear to him.

"We're seriously going back to Italy?"

He crouches and squeezes your thigh. "End of July."

Your daughter doesn't quite understand the significance of what's happening since she was small when the family last went, but she's smiling as she absentmindedly sifts her hands through the sand.

You lean forward and give Harry a hug. "You're so perfect. Thank you. I can't wait."

"You're welcome. Come with me for a second," he murmurs in your ear. He heads to the kitchen and quickly dumps the rest of his cold tea into the sink.

You follow him into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly cracked. Harry flicks on the light and then stands in front of you. "You," he emphasizes while cradling your cheeks, "are the fuckin' love of my life."

You accept his fervent kisses and mumble against his mouth, "Did you like the seashells?"

"Are you kidding?" He kisses you once more. "I almost lost my composure out there."

"See? I'm not the only one who gets emotional."

"I love you so much," he says, soft and sincere. "This will be the best trip of our life."

You admire his bright eyes and dimpled smile. "I'm so glad you stayed home. You make it feel like Christmas."

❅ ❅ ❅

[l0mljeonjungkook]

AGING FINE LIKE WINE | JJK x Reader

summary - It's your best friend's, no no no, your boyfriend's birthday and you slated a surprise for him, bestowing him with what he asked you eight months ago. But a simple beach date under the starry sky, on his birthday, was something which he least expected, you make his twenty-fifth birthday one hell of a souvenir.

Pairing - Jungkook x Reader

Warnings - 18+, a beach date, sex in the car, nipple play, explicit smut, pierced nipple kink, pregnancy mention, unprotected sex, lots of hickeys, breast kink.

Genre - childhood best friend au, childhood best friend to lovers, fluff, smut.

Word Count - 7k

A/N- It's a drabble of Home is where the heart is but could be read standalone. The first chapter of this series is - the present scenario and this drabble carries you to the past, and yes! there was no silhouette of Taehyung.

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*Alarm blares* you abruptly quiver, as if the blaring sound of the machine beside you, is drilling a hole in your head. You shut the machine abruptly like a shot it's half past four, and you turn your head to watch the man beside you, sleeping soundly. You rise a little and lean towards him, drinking in the sharp features that make him look ethereal diurnal, you smile when his lips turn up a little with your gentle touch and you love to see him smile and faint crinkles near his eyes, whilst he's in deep slumber.

You plant a soft and long kiss on his forehead, "Happiest Birthday the sweetest kookie of my life, I ever had and will forever have until I die, the best gift of my life, I could have ever asked in this lifetime, love of my life. May that smile shall remain forever on your lips and I would be grateful if I would be the reason for your smile, my love", you whisper in your very much raspy voice with blurry tears in your eyes, as you trace the left cheek scar with your thumb before placing a soft kiss.

If your memory serves you, it would be his fifteenth birthday with you as a friend, but as your boyfriend - it's fourth, to be exact. You have been subjected to a lot of conversation, rambling about why he does not like to celebrate his birthday but rather loves to stay at home, beside you binging your favourite cookies together he loves to bake for you, whilst playing video games and making you lose the game by distracting you in all the filthy way he could.

You silently slide off the blanket, but stop, leaning closer to him you peck a soft kiss on his lips, "happiest birthday baby, I hope to make this day the best birthday of your life ", you see him licking his cold piercing on his lips after you kissed. You slide the blanket and rise on your toes. You pick up your phone and strut out of the room. First black coffee, you can't even walk without this elixir, you parade to your kitchen to prepare the early morning cup of your black coffee, albeit routinely it starts after eight in the morning but today, for a day you call yourself a morning bird. It's his birthday, twenty-fifth to be precise, you are wide awake to pack some of the gifts, which are left unpacked.

Last night you hibernated after one in the morning faking that you got some office work as Jungkook yelled at you for not seizing proper rest even after returning home from the office, though he slept after waiting for you for an hour, whilst reading books on different recipes he loves to try, in reality, you were baking the salted peanuts butter cookies for your kookie - his favourite.

Often you have been subjected to a conversation, rambling about his favourite cookies, when his mother baked salted peanut butter cookies, how he shoved them all at once and mentally prepared himself for the scoldings he'll get from his mother. YES! You never foresaw yourself baking cookies, but for him, you can do anything, even cook if he asks!

Here you're in your kitchen, preparing a huge cup of black coffee for yourself at half past four in the morning! And there are still a few left for you to pack.

Pouring the hot black coffee in the cup, whilst thinking about Jungkook, the way he yelled at you god, how you deterred yourself from kissing him, how hopeless and frustrated you were, watching him so bothered about you, yea that was desirable enough to strip him off then and there in your kitchen. Sex in the kitchen! sounds divinely pleasing.

Thinking about sex - a hot cup of coffee in hand - and your nasty brain as you took a sip of blazing hot coffee because you were feeling about hot steamy sex in the kitchen hah!!!

Oh good god-- what an incredible start of the day.... your holy mucky senses. Your burnt tongue is a remembrance of your brain rich in filth. You make your path to the coffee table in front of the couch, you pick up the fresh red roses as you parade lazily to your home library.

As you stride in your eyes trip to the table with the five gift boxes that you already sealed with brown paper and written tinges on white paper as you labelled over the crown of each box. You shut the door behind you, as you check the boxes, and mumble - touch, smell, sight, taste, sound. Whole!

You draw out rose petals and plop them on the tray. Pleasant my babe's gonna love the surprise, I'm optimistic.

Now the lone thing left is - the elegant tiny letters. Your favourite and the toughest role, the foremost rationale why you saved this task tardy on your plan.

On the table beside the gifts, last night you maintained some short paper tiny letters - for writing your heart out on each of them. You tug the notes in hand and the bottle of his favourite cologne of yours and you drizzle on each note before writing on them. The short paper notes are creamy in texture and thick like a card. Some short papers are plain red - others are more baroquely designed with cute little candle doodles in red, blue, yellow, pink, and purple colours, in the corners of some notes, or pretty rose petals in Persian red on others, some with cute pink lips doodles, and a few with heart eyes emoticons, without ruining any more time you jump to take the red marker to write on each of the notes because it's quarter past five and a lot of work is left to be done.

Placed the notes on the same tray of rose petals, with scotch tape and scissors. You move to your shared room to adorn it before he wakes up, unhurriedly open the door and on tiptoes, you saunter towards your bed, place the tray and move to the library to pick up the remainder and return to the room.

Subsequently, fifty minutes after adorning your room with everything you had, it's quarter past six, and you do the latter work, before striding out of your shared apartment.

The slight leak between the curtains, lets the sunshine through the wide glass windows, earning him to rub his eyes as it tumbles promptly on Jungkook's face, however his eyes are still shut. Taking a lungful of your essence on sheets jumbled with the intense and spicy fragrance of roses earns him a smile.

In reflex, his hand trick to your side of the bed, sensing the sheets cold carves his eyebrows furrow, but what earns his eyebrows knit together are the rose petals which he feels under his skin, "y/n" he calls you, voice raspy and eyes still shut.

"y/n?" Kookie whines like an infant, whilst rubbing his eyes.

And when he infers, you are not around him in this room and not actually in the apartment because if you would be here, he would just .... know. It's your tradition to wake him up in the morn with a cup of black coffee in your hand. However today he feels odd. He swivels over, picks up his phone, and from the side of his pillow, he unrolls his eyes to check the time... Oh, I woke up early.

He feels odd on his forehead, and in reflex, his hand moves to his forehead.

A note is taped on his forehead, as he plucks it out to check it with a scowl on his face, but that frown doesn't prevail long, "I can feel you callin' my name babe!!! ", and it turns to a smile when he read your note, he turns the note around, "Happy birthday to my lifeline, I desire you all the love, harmony and joy in your life... By the way, there's a lot besides, text me as you read this love, your princess ".

He kisses the note with a grin, and he takes a lungful of the pally and friendly essence of the note, as he shuts his eyes whilst drowning in the pool of this divine whiff jogging his remembrance, as he soon reckons about you. The perfume nudges him about you.

Kookie 7:30 am: Good morning princess, I'm awake, where are you?

He glimpses at your image on his phone screen wallpaper, 'I miss you, princess, doubtless the first morning in four years without you beside me, and I do not appreciate this y/n'. He glances around the room, and his eyebrows shoot up, LV keepall bag on the table, rose petals and balloons all over the floor, and he whirls his head to find rose petals with a wine bottle of Vigor Sangiovese and five boxes of gifts with titles which he dominated. She did all of this but when?

Your phone jingles and you're retreating to your home. You browse your phone, oh he wakened. You smash reply.

You 7:35 am Happy Birthday My Love, I LOVE YOU. And I'm on my way. Did you get my note?

Kookie 7:38 am: Of course I got it. My princess taped it to my head.

You're cackling uproariously in the morning on the road, like crazy. You implemented this, and you can foresee the sight of him frowning at the taped note on his forehead.

He picks up the bottle of red wine, "Woah, Vigor Sangiovese.... She's amazing", and picks out the little note with heart eyes emoticons on the fences, "AGING FINE LIKE WINE ", he snorts, as he rubs the back of his neck with another hand, oh god this girl, he cackles.

Retaining the bottle back on the bed he bends forward to the gifts as he grabs the box, marked touch. He unwraps it. There's an orange Louise Vuitton box, inside it is a - LV Baroque Ranger Boot - colour black.

His eyes glow up, and his smile is brighter than the Sirius. His eyes meander straight to the boots but something hooks his eyes - the lid of the box, a note taped on it too, "The start of every new journey entails a new pair of shoes, and I am dying to start one with you, so here are your shoes and tie your shoes strongly I don't want you falling for anyone else! And yes thank you for knot running away from me, staying with me in all the stormy situations, my love... Happy Birthday." A tear escaped from his eyes, after reading the note.

And the boots - he was eyeing for months and couldn't buy because foremost - because of its unavailability and additional - when it was attainable, you interrupted him from buying, telling him, "Babe, we'll go to LV store this weekend, you could buy then?", and that weekend never reached you two. So naive of him he paid heed to what you swore and since then it's been four months. Now, he understood why you stopped him.

The ensuing box is labelled as sight. It's tiny and featherlight as if filled with cotton. He unwraps it and there's a folded pink sheet. Unravelling the sheet, it seems it's a letter and yes he's not wrong. You wrote a letter to him -

"I hope you know that you're not the one who loves the most, this letter is for you to let you know that I love you the most here. Got it!! I'm not intimidating you today, and I won't intimidate you today I promise, but can't promise about tomorrow or the day after or the future.

Getting to know you after being with you, is different like I never knew you. And it's like my life is changed. My heart was barren and it absorbed me, but you filled my heart with your love and your smile. I can see my future more clearly now cause you're the light in my light. You overlooked my flaws.

When the entire world was sombre, covered with dark clouds. I found myself to be bound in an endless winter, and you brought the rainbow to my life, the warmth beside you felt like the sun in the cold morning.

Jungkook I love you, I didn't know I would ever love someone again or be loved by someone. But you proved me wrong and I'm grateful that I have you by my side whether the whole world averses me, I know I have you beside me, my home, my rainbow, my light in the darkness.

When I look into your eyes, your colourful eyes glistening with love for me, I see a reflection of my soul in them. And in your arms - there's no place on earth that could ever give me the serenity, warmth, comfort, safety, that I would rather be.

I can't stay away from you and can't imagine my life without you, my love. I hope you feel the same.

I love you,

Your princess."

The blurry vision, whilst reading your letter could tell he feel the same for you. You're the one, he wants to cherish in his lifetime. Their love for you grows twofold because he's so grateful for you.

The love you both have in your heart is immeasurable. He brushes out the tears.

Picks up another box, labelled as sound. This mini box is as light as the earlier one. He marvels, at what it could be. He brings the box close to his ear and jiggles it, but there's nothing to be heard. He presses his lips into a thin line as he unwraps it, ohhh concert tickets for two--

You 8:15 am: I'm hoping that you must be getting ready... If not then scoot and take a nice shower... I'm coming.

Kookie 8:17 am: come on, I'm waiting princess.

The butterflies blossoming into the pits of your stomach by just reading princess, honestly not reading you could hear him say.

He takes the yield of another one - labelled as smell. This one's heavier though. He unwraps the box, there are two gifts 2nd one isn't a gift but regardless, that allures him. It's your thong, yes! Thanks to your mucky brain. His eyebrows shoot up, and oh boy you should catch that lopsided grin on his face like it's the best gift you gave.

Kookie 8:25 am: The box labelled as smell, has my favourite stuff in it.

He takes your thong close to his nose, taking a brief lungful of your flavour, and the urge to fuck you right now is eating him. As he looks over to his phone, waiting for your reply. He checks the other stuff in the same box, a Flaconnier with three sets of perfumes from Louis Vuitton. And you should see the smile on his face, he was eyeing this set for months and now it's in his hands, but the thong remains fixed at first on the list.

The last one - taste... He knows this one for sure because you have been doing this on his birthday for four years. He open the lid of the box, and yes he was right. It's his favourite salted peanuts and butter cookies. This is the only box without a note.

He slides away the blanket, really wanting to know, what is she up to. make his way towards the door. There’s one more tiny wrapped box. He picks it up, unwraps it… open the box, and again there's a note, "what if I tell you, your wish is my command. The wish you wanted to come true... It's happening - so get ready."

Kookie 8:30 am is the number of gifts I have unwrapped today since morning, hypothetically will end up stripping you off tonight.

You 8:33 am: oh love you don’t know how much I have been waiting for this.

Kookie 8:35 am: Then why wait for the night princess, come home.

Jungkook took a fresh warm bath, now he's waiting for you with his cup of black coffee in one hand and the cookie you made in the other. His eyes flicker back to the front door.

There's a creak of the door heard, you're ultimately back, with a huge rose bouquet. You dug into the flower stores for the flawless bouquet for 2 hours and found it at last.

He positions the cup on the kitchen counter and parades towards you, he did miss you. The corner of his mouth turned up from ear to ear, as if you both met after a long time, "princess" he chimes seeing you home, he picks you up and spins you around.

"Jungkook, happy birthdayyyy... Kookiieeee I'm scaredddd," your breathless laugh echos around your apartment, and his heart swells with love for you... Your laugh is harmonious to his ears. "Thank you, princess, for the gifts and everything but the most precious gift for me is you and that's never gonna change," his palms are cupping your cheeks as he presses a kiss on your forehead.

He kisses you, long and relentless. His arms hug you tightly around your waist, as he buries his head at the crook of your neck and plants butterfly kisses from your shoulder and stops below your ear.

He leans closer to you, as he softly outlines your hair, his hand slides down to your cheeks and you lean your face on his palm, "My princess, I'm gonna just appreciate you right now... The cookie is divine--"

"Babe let's go, there's a surprise for you, a hint - it's a beach date", you park a gentle kiss on his palm.

"One more? And beach date? Did you read my bucket list?" His eyebrows shoot up, and he leans forward and parks a kiss on your forehead, "princess, the likelihood of the rain is increased threefold," he looks outside the window, "perhaps it could rain anytime soon" as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

"Truthfully I want that... But by judging the weather it won't rain until tonight so come onnn", you whine and rise on your tiptoes to place a soft peck on his lips. He chuckles at your childlike excitement, "my precious baby,", and he kisses you back.

"I'm stunned already with all those gifts and my favourites are the cookies", his eyes glinting with contentment and delight.

"Ouch, here I thought those lacy black thongs would be your favourite... Aahh poor me", you bite your chuckle, looking everywhere but him. You push him aside he parks his ass on the couch. You stroll back to your bedroom.

He grabs your wrist and drags you back and your hips are plopped on his lap, his dark eyes peeking deep into your soul and grin braided with lechery, making cold shivers run down to the south, and you feel your core twitch.

"That was delicious, princess" he whispers.

"Ya-- yaah! time trickled down now, do not make up, I got it cookies were favourite. Now, let that ass work a little and pick up the bag and let's move to your next surprise--"

He kissed you hungrily, his hands travelling to your back, holding you close whilst kissing you, as you throw your arms around hugging him, your hands grabbing the nape of his neck.

He breaks the kiss yet your lips touch each other, "Princess I wish I could freeze this time right now, and be in this moment with you forevermore." His hoarse whispers into your mouth.

He kisses you on the angle of your nose and chuckles, "the same baby", your eyes travel from his lips to his eyes, a frown between your eyebrows.

You rise from his lap, as he grabs your wrist again to stop you, softly rubbing your ass, "Jungkooookiie--", he smacks your ass hard, "ouch", you yelp, and you can imagine the burning imprint of his heavy hand.

"This is what I wanted to listen to," he smoothly slides his hands to soothe your now scarlet skin. "I'm taking the bag with me, waiting for you in the parking lot, princess," as he picks up the bag and struts out of the apartment.

You rub the area where he smacked you a few minutes ago. It stings.

This is the day to yourselves, more often than not.

You're wearing a black drop shoulder rib knit tee paired with shorts, something comfy for long car drives.

You saw him in the parking lot leaning to the car, talking to someone over a phone call. You silently on tiptoes make your way to him. Wait, Mr Jeon.

You stand behind him, groping his ass, as he turns around and you rub his ass to stop him from turning, "R E V E N G E", placing a kiss on his back. He chuckles as he put the phone aside.

"Oh, I love this revenge, princess." He grabs your hand and turns back.

"Whattt?" You whine as you slide your hands into your pockets. His eyes drink in your features.

"Why don't we go back home and continue what you left right--"

"Shut up," you hiss.

"did you just say 'shirt up', oh anything for my princess," he grabbed the hem of his double sleeves black Balenciaga t-shirt, stripping it off.

You place your hand on his trying to stop him, "YOU! Kookie I know you heard what I just said," you narrow your eyes on him, and you see a ghost of a smile that melts away as you notice, "get inside!"

He's laughing seeing you all flustered scarlet cheeks with his mere act. He opens the door for you, "mi lady", you nod and give him a small peck before entering.

"are you going to wear those cute heart-shaped sunglasses" he chuckles loudly.

"yes!!" You declare, crossing your arms around your chest.

"where's mine then?"

"You too want this??" His question shooks you, is he serious or just chaffing?

"Both of us in black... The sunglasses should also be the same!"

"Good for you I do have one more in blue hah!" How proud you are!

He enters and starts the car to venture to your destination.

Your heart rate is higher than the speed of the car, and the thoughts haunt you, what if he does the same as you did, like you did eight months back, staying silent at the sudden question that tumbled out of his quivering lips, on the snowy Christmas night. But all your thoughts fade away when you hear him singing, his sweet dulcet tumbling out of his lips along the song whilst driving filling the car with his melodies satiating your soul, your favourite part in long drives.

You look at him, with all the warmth in your eyes, your heart is so full of love for him.

"don't just look at me princess, come on sing along", his eyes are on the road and doesn't even spare a glance at you.

"Baby you can, ride it ooh yeah, bring it over to my place, and you be like," he sings as he gestures you to sing.

"Baby who cares?", you let your body flow with the beats, oh you just love this.

"But I know you care, bring it over to my place", he sings, side-eyeing you, smirking. His eyes roam around your body, bite his lips, circling on the cold metal piercing with his tongue and pulling it into his mouth, teeth biting the metal.

"I can feel you staring at me," you say in a song-like voice, and he chuckles that you got it right. "Oh I love this line - tie it up, put a chain on it,... It should be my cut that it - tie me up, put a chain on me," placing your hand on his thighs, and you feel him twitch under your touch yet he doesn't spare a glance.

"Oh, you want that right,"

"Oh YESSS", your hands just so close to his crotch.

"y/n, I'm driving", he claims shifting the gears, as he huffs out a breath.

"Sorry sir.."

The weather is windy kind of stormy, with dark heavy clouds hiding the sun behind them. You secretly wish it to rain today. You leave the busy streets of the city behind, as you are on the way to the beach.

Strangely, there's no one to be seen here, but you are grateful for that. Perhaps it's the magic of the stormy weather. After a long drive to the beach. You look up to the sky the dark clouds cover the sky. It's 7 pm, the weather as said.

You both unlock the door and move out of the car. "Princess are you sure, you want to stay here... I mean we could go back home."

"Uh no no.. it's actually perfect"

He holds your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours, as you both move towards the ocean. "It's been years since I visited this place" his face lighting with joy, taking in the view with his sparkling eyes and cheerful smile making him glow in this cold weather. You watch him smile and that smile makes the pits of your stomach bloom with butterflies, you adore the man beside you. You want to make this birthday the special one, the one that will be engraved in his memory. You want to make every second of this day special for him. You bring your hand intertwined with his and place a kiss on the back of his hand. He looks at you with his starry eyes, mirroring your eyes.

You both are silent beside each other, taking in the sound of waves that is giving peace to your soul. The breeze smells so fresh like the ocean water, the wrinkling waves touching the shoreline, the rhythmic sound of the waves, drawing you and Jungkook to sit down. As you both sit, the curling waves touch your feet, tingling your feet.

You lean your head on his shoulder as he scoots you closer to him, his thumb drawing circles at the small of your waist.

This is what you were waiting for, rain. It suddenly started raining Jungkook rises from the sand. "Come on love, we should stay in the car."

"No", you rise, you move closer to him, "hold me tight and never let me go", as you place your hands on his chest, you faintly press the hard metal on his pierced nipples. "Never! at least not in this lifetime" his arms hugs around your waist, you place butterfly kisses on his collarbone, to the jaw as he moan "y/n", you rise on tiptoes, "NO let me", looking at his warm and plump lips as you lick your lips and kiss them and he let you, your mouth on his, the rhythmic sound of the waves faints. You slide your tongue into his mouth and he let you. His hold tightens onto your small waist making you clingy. The lovely scrimmage of your tongue over his tongue, the dominant moments of your tongue make his member behind a veil of his pants.

He breaks the kiss, taking a lungful of O2, panting so painfully sexily, looking into your eyes, his dark gaze giving you shivers down to your spine. His chest heaving sorely.

His hands wander across your curves, "Princess, the hell you are so-- soaking wet!" he yells between his shaking breaths. "come on, let's move inside the car!"

"A b-- big NOOOOOO", you jump in excitement.

"you’re goi-- going to get sick." his voice shakes.

"It's ok-- okay. My baby boy, you’ll take a-- care of me anyway, come on! Join me, love."

He crosses his arms and watches you with his dark eyes, giving you cold stares.

"What babe it's your birthday enjoy it like a brimful." You chortle.

He still is looking at you, and you blink your eyes owlishly, you roll your eyes.

"Do Not ROLL YOUR EYES"

You blink nervously you didn't intend to roll your eyes. He stretches out his hand and as you hold, you both run towards the car. You both are sitting in the back of the Mercedes.

You pick the towel, and rub his head to dry out his hair as you sneeze, "see, I told yo--" he sneezes, and you chuckle, "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that", you side-eye him, and points your finger to the place you two were, moments ago.

"Yea I did but see --" you both sneeze in unison.

"repeat after me that was a ridiculous idea", taking hold of the towel from your hands.

"I know." You utter under your breath, eyes wandering out watching the junction of the waves and the raindrop meeting like him and you, and you lick your lips at the image popping at the picture frame inside your head.

"Then why did you do it?", as he gently wipes your face and hands.

"So that you’ll do it with me." You murmur under your breath.

"Was that the only reason?" He softly traces your lips with his thumb.

"your bucket list," you bite your bottom lip, looking everywhere but him. An exaggerating sigh vacates his pierced lips, parking his palms on your cheeks, you whirl your head to face him and he places a kiss on your lips. A strange feeling bubbling in the pits of your stomach.

He places his hand with a few cold rings on your bare thighs giving you chills that crawl to your spine, sliding smoothly under your shorts. His fingers are gently rubbing your clit, "Bare pussy I love that, princess. I'm loving all the surprises." He whispers into your ears, warm breath hitting the crook of your neck and bites your lobe before leaning back.

"you need to get rid of these wet clothes, you know?" Contrary to his honeyed voice, his boorish hands are at odds.

"You too", with the space of a minute, as you couldn't compel your hunger. Your body under the influence of your filthy brain, unbuttoning his tee, a slight smirk on your face. Tossing his tee away from your sight, you take his pierced nipples between your fingers and pull them peeking deeply into his dark eyes, unveiling your dominance over him as a groan left his lips making your chest swell in the lord. Do you need to stop salivating over his pierced nipples? Isn't it obvious hah?

You were fine with him, rilling you up with his lingering touches on your thighs until his fingers drew circles on your clit. The other hand is hoisting slowly your loose tee, whilst kissing you, oh no no not just kissing biting, sucking, in whole... eating you up! with just a kiss? He's hungry, baby! for you, to be exact. Satiating his thirst is what you love the most. Your breathy moan gets lost in his mouth.

The next minute he's overshadowing you, whilst you are uncomfortably lying in the backseat of your car. As if you are so wet is not enough, his deep dark gaze on you makes you weak on your knees. The sweat trickles down shining in the dim light like diamonds on your skin, with his oh-so-intense look.

Your fingers pull his pierced nipples, while his one hand is now on your waist holding you tightly. The other is on your ass tapping it gently, gesturing you to follow his lead as he's hoisting your loose tee up, placing kisses on your neck to your lobe. A moan slips out of your lips, with your bare skin under his gaze when he throws your tee at the back which hit the window and slides down.

You both quickly slip out of your remaining clothes.

"Eyes on me, princess", he says his hands find purchase on your ass and grab them. His nipples are still between your fingers, caressing them.

He pulls you as your legs wrap around his waist, his member just an inch away, he leans down, "enough played with mine," he takes your nipples between his teeth, "now I'll play with yours", with his muffled voice. How would he not? Probably his favourite business. Biting your nipples, plucking them out as your moans give him two p's - peace and pleasure. Your moans overshadowed the rhythmic dulcet of waves and the rain.

Your back arches off the uncomfortable seat as he pulls your nipples with his teeth and your moans escape, flooding up the car. He holds his thick veiny dick, rubbing the precum all over his member before shoving it inside you. He traces your slit softly with his other hand. He uses his fingers to part your lips careful to not startle you, as if uncovering the food cloche from his favourite dish. He pulls your clitoris keeping it between his index and middle finger, pulling it hard, and looking intently at you, you arch your back. Moans only louder this time.

He runs his shaft between your folds, teasing you but never sliding it in.

"JUNGKOOK..." you whine,

"You sound desperate" he whispers.

Without many words... Fucking under the sky is making him crazy just like you... Is what you think?

He slides his thick veiny member inside your opening, even in the dark he knows where it is... knows every inch of your skin. He's balls deep inside you, you gasp for breath before he cuts you off and slides his tongue into your mouth navigating every corner of your mouth. But he never stops ramming his dick into your tight pussy.

"You're so fu-- ckin tight princess", he says between kisses his words getting lost in your mouth.

Your hands on his back scratching his skin, and just the way you scratch him is enough to let him know how good is he fucking you. His member diving deep inside of you. The grip of your legs tightens around his waist. He's biting every inch of your neck, and you could already envision the marks on your neck that he's going to adore on the drive back to your home. He's rocking his hips deeply into you.

He adores how your tumbles out from your lips and you lick your dry lips over and over again. He's ramming his cock deep inside your pussy. He hits the sweet spot for the seventh time if your memory serves you and your back arches back, a moan escapes your lips filling the car with your sonorous sensuous moans.

"Fuck you feel so good around me," he hisses.

"Baby I can't hold it anymore" you whimper between your moans as he hit that soft spot for the eighth time. Your eyes shuts taking every drop of the pleasure he's offering you.

Your pussy clenching around his dick and cries only growing louder flowing out of your mouth just to fill his heart and the car. His grip around your waist tightens at the clenching of your pussy around him, as he shuts his eyes.

"Fuck, cum princess." He can feel you on the edge now. He groaned looking deeply with his dark eyes into your eyes which are barely open, "eyes on me princess."

You open your eyes like a shot and the clenching of your pussy only tightens. His hips ramming deeply, couldn't contain, "cum".

"Jungkooook, aaahh fuck" you let go, your nails dipping into his back.

"Are you ready princess," his breathy whispers are no less than the waves dulcet.

You nod, "Yes baby fill me up", panting hard after you realise.

Paying heed to your green flag, he cums inside of you, filling you up with his warm cum. Your walls clenching around his member. As he dips his head at the crook of your neck blanketing your body with his - his warm breath tingles your skin. Your hand softly brushes his dark hair.

"Now that's a first", you chuckle into his ear.

"What princess?" His voice mixed with exhaustion and beseech.

"Sex in the car,"

Sex in every possibly uncomfortable position, that's a norm.

"soon planning for the second trip... This was on my bucket list, sex under the sky, kiss in rain--" he pauses and leans back, a vague look on his face "DID YOU READ MY BUCKET LIST!" His voice increased two folds.

"N-- Noo" you stutter.

He looks at the peak of your bud, and pulls it between his fingers, "really? Princess" you move a little with his touch.

"Yea I did.."

He leans down placing a gentle kiss on your lips as he chuckles. He picks his shirt from the bag. "Get up princess wear this, and let's move out." He places a kiss on your forehead, and you nod.

He moves out only in his tropical print waist shorts, hands in his pocket taking a lungful of the ocean breeze.

Wearing his shirt which ends a little above your knees and your thongs. You move out, taking the most special gift for his birthday with you, hiding it behind just not to let him know until the right time. You look up at the now clear sky. You admire the junction of the ocean and the moon.

The never-ending ocean seems like the love in your heart for him - never-ending. The beating sound of waves is calming your soul. The rain stopped a few hours ago. Probably when you two were wrapped around each other. Looking at the sky it seems eight in the evening.

You two make your way to the place where you ... Kissed, sitting down beside each other, your head leaning on his shoulder. You both intently look at the moon. Your heart pounding inside your chest, thinking about how to do it... You did everything so smoothly today but this one... This one is special for you both.

"You made my day special y/n..."

"Kookie. I have some-- something for you"

You pick the box from your left, open it up in front of him picking out the ring. You look at him, his now teary eyes on you looking at you with so much love in them.

"Jungkook, do you remember... Uh just go back to the Christmas night-- you proposed to me? asked me to spend the rest of my life with you. That you do not want to introduce me to your friends as your girlfriend but as your wife....." You pause tears burning your eyes, containing them only burning your throat, "I apologize I didn't answer you then, though my heart was yelling at me to just utter a yes my lips were frozen... I apologize kookie though it took me longer to build up the courage to say a Yes to spending my life forevermore beside my best friend... I'm so so fortunate I guess that I have you by my side... My love, my best friend"....your voice quaver, his eyes never leaving you, "I apologize for the blunder I did then, but now I'm very much clear, and now I'm here with you beside the ocean, under the starry sky with the moon as our witness... promising you that I'll stay with you in every stormy and cloudless situation of our life..." you harrumph, hands shivering, "Will You Marry Me Mr. Jeon Jungkook.." your heart is going to explode any minute now... He's not saying a word since you started speaking. A tear escapes your eyes falling on your cheeks, he quickly wipes them off with his thumb.

"Yes yes yes hundreds of times yes if you'd ask me, now I'm speechless... I know why you were when I asked" he chuckles.

You take his hand in yours and put a ring on his ring finger. He takes your hand and places a peck on it.

"kookie wait here I'm coming" you rise up and quickly stroll towards the car.

Retreating with a bottle of Vigor Sangiovese in one hand and a cupcake with a cute candle on the crown of it.

You sit beside him, keeping the bottle down, and you light up the candle. "Make a wish kookiiee" you chuckle. Taking your hand in his, closing his eyes, "my only wish since I fell in love with you, is to marry you and start our little family together", and he blows the candle. Your heart skipped beating after beating as if it stopped beating after his confession.

After having the cupcake and wine. You both lie down under the starry sky on the dry sand as the cool waves tickle your feet. Your head on his tattooed arms, stargazing is one of your favourite hobbies you two always wanted to do.

"Hey, I have never asked you this," his eyes were still in the sky as if counting the stars.

"Uhh hmm," placing your palm on his chest feeling his heartbeats.

"What do you think of having our-- our baby you know in future?" He stutters

"What--"

"No no nothing nevermind I'm being --"

"Noo kookie please continue I always wanted us to talk about this if you ask me." You look into his eyes

"y/n aahh, I'm scared though i don't know how will you react over this, never ever we discussed about the idea of us being pregnant, having our own baby... Like do you want to have kids or --"

"oh my love ever since I accepted you, accepted you as my partner, ever since then, I have two dreams one to marry you and two to have our kids" you chuckle the excitement in your eyes only mirroring your heart.

"Oh y/n really! Let's do this like right now,"

"Kookie your next birthday, you'll enjoy it beside me and your daughter" your chest bubbles with love for the picture at the back of your head.

"Not your ours, princess." He places a gentle kiss on your hair.

"I'm already picturing you changing a lot of dirty diapers shortly." You chuckle uproariously teasing him to the core.

"yaah I won't mind that though", he brushes your lips with his thumb and kisses you on them.

He leans back, eyebrows furrow, "Do you think I'll make a good father?"

"The best, kookie who'll ruin our kids by baking the cookies cupcakes for them."

© 𝐥𝟎𝐦𝐥𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 - 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲/ 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞. All rights reserved.

[quibbs126]

Do you think you can do a Licofig (licorice x fig) fanchild? :3

We got an early one, took just about a month to do, this is Passion Fruit Cookie

Also @holidaywolffe I actually ended up doing this one last night because of your reblog. I’ve already said that but I don’t know if you saw it

So I’m gonna be honest, I called him Passion Fruit because my friend told me to name him that bc I wasn’t sure what to. I was maybe going to go with Licorice Fruit but I wasn’t sure about the color palette, because in my head I wanted a dark, reddish brown. Granted that’s not exactly what I got. I would have liked to use fig jam but I’ve already done that

But hey, at least now I’ve definitively ruled out Passion Fruit for hollytaya

Passion fruit:

So I knew right out the gate before I even started drawing that he’d be a satyr, it just made sense. I thought the legs looked weird at first but my friend told me to just keep drawing, and now I don’t think they look that off. They’re also the reason the robe thing is so short, so you can see his legs

Honestly I think the biggest hurdle was figuring out how to make him look like a passion fruit, at least color wise. Specifically finding a place for the yellow. I gave him Licorice’s yellow eyes, but I eventually decided to make the bottom of his legs yellow, with the top being black because Licorice. Also I got the middle color from Fig, I didn’t take a 50/50 of the black and yellow

I also added black spots on him to represent the seeds. I guess they’re supposed to be like freckles. I was also trying to give him some around his right eye, but it looked off. I’m not sure why I only drew one eye tbh

Then I added details like the leaf and other things on his arms since they felt a bit bare, I don’t know

But yeah, I think he turned out pretty good

On to his character. So the things in his hands are supposed to be potions of some kind, since he makes potions and elixirs. They’re supposed to be like, made from nature, so I was going to give them a more earthy color, but I thought they should probably look closer to passion fruits instead

But yeah he offers up his elixirs to people, might charge money but I’m not sure, I don’t see him as particularly money hungry. He also has labels for his various elixirs by the symbols on the front, as you may notice with the seen elixirs having different markings on them

I imagine he lives in a forest, but he also has a house in there. Probably made of a tree

I don’t really know what to say about Passion Fruit’s personality tbh, I think I might have had a better idea yesterday. He’s generally helpful, even if his demeanor doesn’t always reflect that, but he’s also not above pulling pranks on people and being a bit mischievous

But yeah I think that’s it, I hope you like him

[astriiformes]

Some fun snapshots from last night's Owl House finale watch party, which was a source of some much-needed joy and friendship, as well as a wonderful, loving send-off to a show that means so impossibly much to me.

I also had fun brainstorming some Passover-friendly Boiling Isles food to bring to the party -- I landed on glyph cookies made with matzoh meal, a selection of mocktails ("apple blood" aka sparkling cider dyed red; "elixir" or a lemon martini mix with luster dust for a potion effect, and a version of my Halloween lemon-lime slime made with a vegetarian/kosher jello mix, which made for distressingly good actual cocktails with the addition of absinthe??), and a matzoh "eyeball" soup with black trumpet mushroom broth.

The Owl House has been there for me during one of the hardest periods of my entire life, encouraging me to create, make new friends, and be brave in ways it's hard to believe I've managed with everything that's been on my shoulders. I'm going to be carrying this story with me for a long, long time, and am so glad I got to celebrate that with friends.

[cantheykillmacbeth]

Chick the Cherub from John Dough and the Cherub would count! It's a genderless child (it/its pronouns) who was born from an incubator.

Yes, Chick the Cherub from John Dough and the Cherub could kill Macbeth!

Chick applies for the Unconventional Birth Clause, being an "incubator baby," as well as the Gender Clause due to specifically being ambiguously gendered, a fact that the author refused to change when asked to.

Additionally, John Dough himself could also kill Macbeth, being a giant gingerbread man created by French baker Jules Grogrande (male) on accident when he used a life elixir to make the cookie, thinking it was normal water. This applies John for the Unconventional Birth Clause and Birth Parent Clause!

Thank you for your submission!

[lovesickbrat]

Gourmand perfume recs? I love anything that smells like cake, cookies, chocolate, caramel, vanilla, strawberry shortcake...

my tup gourmand recs will def be

the angel of affordable budget gourmand perfumes its strong its sugary sweet its THEE gourmand tbh

choco musk is popular for good reason its rich musky chocolate and has a rollerball so you can lyer and make it super potent

luna by nina ricci is v underrated its a rich caramel thats very modern but surprisingly seductive

bon bon smells like caramel candy theres no other way about it but the citrus brightens it up a bit and adds some depth

bianco latte is the most expensive so youll be better off with samples and decants but this went viral for good reason its a sweet caramel milky perfume its like sweetened condensed milk in a bottle and its so good

its like a little kiwi cupcake its so good and actually v freah which makes it versatile and wearable year round i wore this out partying on halloween

this is what kilian love dont be shy shoulda smelled like tbh…its like the powder on a marshmallow it smells so good i love it i dont have the caramel one but its on my list

straight up cupcakes and cookies this my shit i absolutely love it lmao thank u to my 19 yr old ex roommate who doused herself in this every time she left the dorm

this rlly does smell like cookies they arent lying i rlly like this a lot esp layered w the bodycology mist and eos vanilla cashmere

lolitaland smells like straight up orange creamsicle its a great summer gourmand for that reason its so sweet but its p complex

i ran outta pics but vanilla by theororos kaloyinis bad rich chocolate chip cookie scent to it i rlly like this one ive only ever sampled it tho

Burberry Her Elixir is better than Burberry Her tbh its richer, smoother, creamier and has that strawberry milkshake element

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Yay! Your askbox is open again! ♥️ Hi there, Mousy! How are ya? 👋🏻 Here's a virtual cookie 🍪✨️

I was wondering if you have any thoughts about Isaac as a boyfriend/husband to the Farmer or Alesia as a girlfriend/wife to the Farmer. Maybe them as parents too, because I'm in a very wholesome mood lately! And I might gain inspiration to draw them, again, like I used to! :D Who knows? Hehe... Anyways, take ur time if you're answering this.

Thank you very much if you answered this! Have a good day! (*´▽｀)v✨️

I can't go anon for some reason, but I'm way too excited to wait |_•) I don't think I can calm down from my wholesomeness thoughts.

Hey hey Nim! 👋 Feeling good, thank you ☺️

Oh my gosh, thank you so much for the cookie! *eating the cookie* Mmmm, my favorite ❤️

I apologize for the inconvenience with the ability to ask a question as anon. Turns out I didn't turn that option on, I thought it was on by default 😅 so it's not your fault.

Here some random headcanons with Alesia and Isaac as partner/spouse/parent. Have a good day too! 🫰

Alesia:

Alesia is still responsible for the defense of Castle Village, so even though she lives in the Valley, she keeps in touch with her coworkers.

Not an ardent PDA fan, at most Alesia can be expected to kiss on the cheek in public. When she and Farmer are alone, she will show her tenderness: hugs, kisses, and maybe something else 👀

Loves to give and receive practical things to help in adventures: daggers, amulets, elixirs, artifacts. Also has a collection of rare daggers, so if the Farmer has a nice dagger lying around, found in adventures, it would make a great gift for Alesia.

A loving and moderately strict mother. Will always listen to her children, help them and protect them to the last, but will not spoil them much.

Can be a bit of a overprotective wife and mom, so let Farmer not be surprised that Alesia can break a stranger's nose because he said something bad about Farmer or their children. As it is, she's pretty peaceful.

Even if her and Farmer's kids don't want to become adventurers, the sniper still thinks that giving them a couple of self-defense lessons wouldn't hurt.

In the spouse area, she will set up a stand with her bows and a target, practicing archery in her spare time.

She will find common ground with the residents of Pelican Town very quickly. Her first friends are Robin and Leah.

Every Sunday she goes to Pierre's store to pray at Yoba's altar. Later Andy became her friend after constant meetings.

Her trust is very easy to lose, so Farmer should not deceive her. Never. For their own good.

Even if they are thinking of ending the relationship, let them say it straight, and they will separate like adults. Alesia will not tolerate deceit, and Farmer will regret it bitterly if they decide to cheat her.

Isaac:

With a partner like Isaac, Farmers get the scary dog privileges, whether they realize it or not.

Don't count on PDA, Isaac still can't get used to the idea of having a date. So it can be a bit much for him.

Even when Isaac is alone with Farmer, he may seem cold and closed off. But he's not the heartless, and willing to go down to hell for Farmer.

Farmer is honored to see Isaac's sword collection.

Sometimes Isaac needs time alone, and he's glad when Farmer understands him half-heartedly and gives him some space.

Without noticing it himself, Isaac began to flex in front of his beloved. A friendly fight with another adventurer was an opportunity for Isaac to show off all his skills as a fighter to Farmer.

Can be a rather jealous boyfriend (especially if Lance is hanging around somewhere). Even after marrying Farmer, may not stop being jealous. Apparently, the idea that he's not good enough for Farmer still haunts him.

Not the most affectionate spouse, but he tries hard, is pretty careful and gentle partner.

Only Farmer can catch the rarest phenomenon in the world, a smiling Isaac.

Strangely enough, he was the first to talk about children, and he has taken to preparing for the arrival of a new member of the family with all responsibility. A very gentle and careful father.

[ju-lie-mine]

Backrooms: Level Hub

[cinnahmongirl]

apple cider.

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10 large apples, quartered

a large bag of apples sit on the kitchen counter. crimson red, the colour of fall, freshly picked from the farmers' market. ross cuts the apples steadily in the kitchen. neat. clean. it's the only task you gave him so he goes above and beyond. each piece of apple is similar in size to the next.

1 orange, halved

now the scent of fresh citrus fills the kitchen. the last remnants of summer. the smell of oranges linger on your fingers and you dream of sweet kisses with ross. rolling around in crisp bed sheets and freshly squeezed orange juice in the middle of a hot summer day. you wipe the bead of sweat that trickles down his forehead in the beaming sunlight. he smiles under your touch and holds your hands to his lips. the scent of citrus fills his nose.

spices : 4 cinnamon sticks, 1 tsp. whole cloves, 1 tsp. whole allspice, 1 whole nutmeg

the beginning of fall smells of cinnamon and auburn leaves falling to the ground. its the smell of rain and the feeling of stepping on falling leaves. the world is silent in the fall. the season of gentle decay, you suppose. but then, fall also means the warmth of spices. the ones that warm your stomach, a new kind of content that nothing else can beat. gentle, warming, the spices flood your home. you think it can't get better than this. and your sous chef comes and envelopes you in a hug. you think this could be a contender for the feeling spices make you feel. no matter the season, ross smells just right. he smells like everything and nothing all at once. your mind empties itself of all words, leaving one behind. and so you have no choice but to describe his scent as home. it goes beyond that, you tell yourself but you've yet to find the right words to encapsulate how he makes you feel.

1/2 cup packed brown sugar

sugar, spice and everything nice. fall is for freshly baked cookies. the ones ross could devour in one sitting. he accuses you of adding some form of drug to keep him addicted and you laugh at the incredulity of his words. the gentle giant sits across from you with crumbs on his face and chocolate smeared across his lip.it’s a sight to behold, really. the “manly man” looking like a child, a boy, your boy.

serve apple cider warm

the smell of spiced apples fill your nose and both of you share a look that says the apple cider is ready. you rush to taste your new elixir. the spoonful of golden liquid meets your lips and marks the beginning of fall. you close your eyes for a moment and let the liquid slide down your throat. gold. it tastes like gold. and like a cliché from your favourite romantic comedy, a drop of apple cider falls from the corner of your mouth. ross, always staring at you with adoring eyes, is quick. his thumb meets the corner of your mouth. he wipes the cider away and his thumb lingers. fall is quiet. the kitchen stills. and he takes the chance to kiss you, stealing a cheeky taste of your shared creation. you look up at him and you watch his eyes crinkle at the corners. a slight tinge of red blooms on his cheeks. he leans in to kiss you again, fingers gently grazing your jaw. you taste of cinnamon and sugar and everything good in his life. your lips taste of the most intoxicating apple cider. fall can finally begin.

[sslowdeathh]

✦ Prune Juice Cookie ;

[pt: Prune Juice Cookie /pt end]

Names, pronouns, and titles. Requested by. @evrnorme. Hopefully they're okay.

✦✦✦ Names ;

Plum. Silver. Lavon. Renoir. Citrus. Rouge. Reign. Clementine. Pierrot. Cierra. Lavender. Cobolt. Mauve. Apricot. Dusk. Rose. Violet. Morado. Lilac. Wisteria. Keira. Carey. Carrion. Reed. Cherry. Aster. Clematis. Lupine. Orchid. Willow. Cassius.

✦✦✦ Pronouns ;

Plum plums. Prune prunes. Juice juices. Vie vies. Tart tarts. Potion potions. Fruit fruits. Eli elixir. Spell spells. Magic magics. Wiz wizard. Witch witches. Philtre philtres. Ney nem. Mana mana's. Lye lyes. Vial vials. Rit ritual. Brew brew.

✦✦✦ Titles ;

The maker of potions. The underestimated one. The potion merchant. He with high standards. The genius potion maker. He who wishes for fame. The egocentric one. The over-perceptive.

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Highschool Au in "Legend of the Girl in white"

A Long Time Ago in Sakutopia High School, Home of the Lovely cherry blossoms and the mascot is the Celestial Dragon, Alot Of Students Gossips and heard About this new Students Coming in..and they say that this Girl is Always Wearing White All the time..They Don't know why..But rumors began to Spread as well For many reason, Some Say That She was Once had a Boyfriend For a Long time..but turns out He Cheated on her with another girl and run away with her...Some of them think and said That She's representing Herself as a Virgin and waiting for someone on the right moment..but Most of it thought that Saphira's Boyfriend Got Killed in a Car Accident and she made a vow to wear a white Dress..until she find someone worthy...Then in Home room Class, Alot of Students is getting excited to meet this Mystery White-dressed student. Then Their Sensei Began to Quiet Down the Students and said,

Sensei: "Class, I am aware That there is a new Students in our Campus...and as you aware That She wears a white Dress..But according from the previous school she has once been..that She will allowed to walk these halls and goes to the library and the gardens as well...so..Lets Give a Big warm welcome to Our New Student...Ms. Saphira Lorraina Fox"

When the Door is Opened...She came into Class..wearing a lovely White Dress....her Hair is White as Snow, her eyes Is Sapphire blue as the sea..and her skin is pale as a Moonlight...every students saw her with an awe...Alot of Guys was Starstruck by Saphira's beauty..They were head over heels on her..but she Stood Quiet and she Bows respectfully...and The Sensei give her a nod..as she turns and head to the Hallways..Alot of Girls who wanted to Be friends with her..but Some were jealous and envy of Saphira's beauty..alot of Students really love saphira..but Some are wanted to be friends with her...and others..are jealous and envy Of her...And then One Student Name (Your muse name here) Who Fell in Love with Saphira... And So He Decided to send a Love Letter to her in the mysterious ways...So he decided to Disguised his Name into his own Disguised Name "The Angel"...When he Wrote the Love letter to her..and when its done...he put a Nice Scent of cookies on the letter...and taped a White feather on the letter, and then Placed it on the Locker...Then He left for another class, At Lunch time Saphira returns to the Locker and saw the lovely letter that has the Smell of really good baked cookies, She Opens the letter...She made a genuine smiles as the letter says,

"To My Dearest Saphira, When I first Lay eyes on you it felt like you were an angel Sent from heavens. I longing to see you, But in time I have to remain a mystery until Its a right time....Or until the Homecoming dance..But I'll be sending my Letters to you my darling,  When I see you i'll be thinking of you as my Lovely angel...Sign, Your Angel"

She felt curious to see who is an "angel" That Sent a letter...Meanwhile (Your muse name here) decided to plan on what to do to see her without even knowing that he's a Nerd and Thought of Something in process...until...he got home after school..He'd watch the Movie called "Nutty Professor" (1963, and RIP Jerry Lewis)...When he discovered that he can Make an elixir that would make him Change into a Handsome Guy...then it hits him...so he began to create a Serum and use Many rats to test it..until He Finally Made it , the Elixir is (your favorite color) and its glowing...he knew that He'll use it when the time is come...until the Next Day the Announcer began to Announce about a Lovely a Cherry Blossom Dance is Coming in with in 3 weeks, So Every guys is asking the girls for a Dance..and alot of them trying to ask saphira for a dance..but she rejects them...She told them that She needs to know...who is this "Angel" that kept sending her letters...they wanted to Get to her..and trying to lie to her...but saphira gives them a cold glare and walks away...But then..She saw the letter and it says to Meet him at the Red rose cafe...So..he went home and drink the elixir..and then..he transform into a Whole new different person...meanwhile saphira was at the red rose Cafe...until..she sees the most handsome guy comes inside and she said" Are you an "angel" that send me those letters?" And then he answers...

[andimoon]

hello <33 can you do 22 and 28 with Baek please 🥺

Hello lovely Anon! Thank you for your request! 😁 I loved writing every second of this, and I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings: TW/ mentions of fat shaming, discrimination, mentions of Academic pressure. But Baekhyun is such a sweet boy. 💛💛 best friend!Baekhyun

Baekhyun x Plus Size Reader

Best friends to Lovers AU

Angst Fluff

22. “Do you know how much I love you?”

28. “I’ll go if you go.”

All your life you’ve been told what you needed to be. All your life you’ve been told what to do, and when and how to do it. It was mind numbingly terrifying to tell your family of your future plans. Not only did you not want to study law or health, like your parents wanted. You were offered an internship abroad, one that would provide you with connections and experience in something you truly loved. Fashion.

Its beauty came from the complete and utter humanity; all of us need clothing, yes, but what made it so interesting to you was how anyone can express themselves through it. Like an extension of someone, their race, their culture, their background, and absolutely anyone could wear anything and look good in it as long as it was one 100% authentic to them. Even someone like you, who was often bullied for your weight, found confidence in your attire and it meant the world to you. But your family didn’t understand your passion. To them fashion was a waste of time, energy, and money. Your love was a waste. You didn’t know how to tell them you were leaving in two weeks. You didn’t even know if you still wanted to leave if it meant losing everything you already had. So you kept putting it off. You kept acting like everything was fine and normal.

“Good morning, Cookie!” Your best friend called for you on your way to school one morning, he jogged up behind you, letting his arm dangle heavily from your shoulders.

“It’s because you’re sweet, like a cookie! Why? You don’t like it?” Baek’s reasoning for the nickname and the words always filled your mind when you heard it.

He smelled of soap and coffee, coffee made more sense as the heavy arm lifted and a drink was held before your eyes. It was so early and the exhaustion from hiding your secret had already rundown your day, but this. This godsent elixir was going to wash away all of the stresses of your morning. The excitement radiated off you in waves and you heard your best friend laugh as you gratefully took the drink.

“Thanks, Baekhyun, you’re the best.”

“Anything for my favorite person.” He offered you a small theatrical bow and it brought a laugh out of you. “So,” once you were walking again, “How’d it go?” You had promised him that you were going to tell your family today, but you hadn’t promised to do it this early. Baekhyun didn’t understand, he was the prize of his family, the perfect son. He was handsome, smart, and charismatic, and everyone loved him. The opposite of you. No matter what he chose to do, you knew everyone in his life would support him. He couldn’t understand the fear you held, by telling your family of this internship you risked your entire relationship. What if they disowned you? You could already imagine your mother screaming and crying, ‘how dare you choose clothes over your family? Do you not see how much we need you?’

“It didn’t.” You finally responded, taking a sip of that delicious iced drink he brought you. The sweet milk and caramel made you happy and you continued down the path to your college building. Baekhyun had been your friend for almost a decade now. You’d met at the end of primary school and graduated high school together, and the entire time he treated you like an equal. Not once had he made mention of your weight or mocked your dream. If anything, all he ever did was support you and care for you, and he came to you for the same which you gladly gave. He was your person, even if he wasn’t your boyfriend, he was your safe place where you could be entirely authentic. He’d stopped walking but at some point he ran up to catch up to you.

This time Baekhyun was staring at you as you walked, almost running into other pedestrians due to his carelessness. “What do you mean it didn’t?” You shrugged it off, not wanting to get into this conversation so early, and he called your name as if you were being ridiculous. “This is serious, you can’t leave without telling them. You’ll regret it if you do.”

“Yeah well, I don’t even know if I’m gonna go or not. So there might not even be anything to tell. I don’t know yet.” This was your dream job, but it meant leaving your home, your family, your friends, Baekhyun, everything. Could you really leave everything behind for a dream that might not even work out? It was far too early to think about this again and your mood was turning sour because of it. He stayed quiet after that one. He knew of your circumstances but he could never understand.

“I’m still thinking about it. But the day hasn’t even ended yet. I might still talk to them today, I don’t know.”

“Okay.” You walked in silence after that and it was kind of awkward, if you were honest. It was so rare that your best friend didn’t have something to say. You suddenly felt bad for your outburst. Maybe you’d been too harsh. He was just looking out for you, you knew Baekhyun truly cared for you and just wanted the best for you. It was just too much for early-morning-you.

Classes continued as normal, as did your scheduled shifts between them. You’d been lucky enough to attend this college, it wasn’t anything special, but it did teach you the things you wanted to learn and gave you the connections you needed to get closer to your dream. Like this internship. They provided you with a job on campus which you were endlessly grateful for, and it was also what introduced you to your closest group of classmates, people who were kind to you and cared for you. You couldn’t just leave everything that easily and this decision had been rattling inside your brain for weeks, begging for something to hold onto, something that gave you indication on what to do.

Fashion was your love, your very reason for breathing. Fashion made you feel like you, and you knew you would regret not taking this internship. You would regret returning to your normal life, returning to everything you hated, from the corrupt beauty standards and how they made your life a living hell to how those around you belittled you for your weight even if you weren’t unhealthy. You hated how you were never seen as a human, only ever seen as your body or your future. With this, you could finally do something for yourself. But you ran the risk of losing everyone you loved.

Lunch finally came around and you heard Baekhyun’s familiar voice as he dropped his tray on the table and took a seat across from you, “I think you should go.” This again.

“It’s good to see you too. How’s your day been?” You hummed out sarcastically behind your spoon and shoved a bite into your mouth so you wouldn’t be forced to have this conversation right now.

The way he called your name, so gentle, begging for your attention, “I think you should go. This is your dream. You’re always so happy when you’re designing or making clothes, it’s what you’re meant to do. You should go.”

Do you let out a defeated sigh, it’s not that simple. “What about my family, Baek? They’re struggling, we barely have enough money to get by and if I leave, what are they gonna do?”

“That’s not up to you to solve,” he spoke softly, “I understand you’re worried about them, but there are adults here. If you’re really worried, you can always send them money from your paychecks, or find other ways to help them. That shouldn’t stop you from fulfilling your dream. I know your family is going to support you. They love you and want you to be happy.” he spoke so seriously, as if he knew what you were going to say. Had he been thinking about it just as much as you had?

“What about school? What about our friends? What about you? I can’t just leave you all behind.” There was silence now, but he didn’t look surprised by your words, instead the smallest smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He leaned in a little closer.

“I’ll go if you go.”

His words echoed in your brain. Did you hear him correctly? “Baekhyun,” you started carefully, “I can’t ask you to do that. This internship is halfway across the world, what about your life here?” You watched the way he leaned back, the way his eyes lazily traveled around the university cafeteria. You watched as he let his shoulders shake with the smallest shrug.

“My life here means nothing if you’re not here.” Your chest felt heavy, pressure and pain. He would give everything up for you, but you could not let him do that. Baekhyun was the prize of your town. He came from a wealthy family and had his future planned out for him. A future he used to talk about so fondly when you were younger. He was genuinely excited to inherit his father’s company, and he was willing to give that up so that you could go without regrets. You shouldn’t go.

Brown eyes caught your gaze and he willed you to understand what he meant, he wanted you to stay, but he kept saying the opposite. What was there to understand? “I,” his voice rang out through the soundless table, “I want to go with you, Cookie. I want to be a part of your future. I want to see what an incredible designer you’re going to be. And who knows? Maybe I’ll get famous one day modeling your clothes. So...” He inhaled a calming breath, willing you to do the same, “If you go, I’ll go.”

Somehow, that was enough to end the turmoil inside you, the sign you needed to make your decision. Here was your person telling you to fulfill your dream, telling you he wanted to be part of it, telling you he wanted to go with you. As much as your brain wanted to refute it, his words were crystal clear, and it brought happiness somewhere inside you. As long as you were together, you knew you could face anything. “Okay.” You sighed out once the fog in your brain cleared enough, “then we should go.” The smile that radiated from his lips, left your body feeling warm, and tingly, and happy. For the first time, you felt relieved that you could make this decision and it could be okay.

You sat your family down that evening and you told them about your internship. “They call it an internship, but I will be getting paid for my work there. They’re able to teach me so much and it’s one of the biggest fashion companies in all of Europe. Within a couple of months, who knows how far I can make it.” You had printed out little pamphlets for them; the building you’d be at, the team you’d be with, the work they had already done, and how you could add to that. A collection of your own work so that your family could see that this wasn’t a spur of the moment thing. “I leave in two weeks. And Baekhyun has decided to come with me so I won’t be alone. I’ll call you every day, I’ll send you money from my paychecks, and I’m gonna work really really hard. Please understand.”

You left no room for argument but you hadn’t anticipated the utter stillness that filled your home after your presentation. You swear you could’ve heard a pin drop in the other room. Until, “This is what you really want to do?” Your mother’s voice was just above a whisper and you couldn’t tell if she was upset, but you needed her to know that this was something that you genuinely wanted more than anything in the world. You needed to prove that your passion warranted such a drastic move. This was life changing and you wanted it.

“It really is.”

“Then,” a heavy sigh, “Then we’ll support you. But don’t forget your promises. You still better call every day and work as hard as you can.” Your mother spoke for everyone but you saw the nods of agreement from your siblings and father, “If you’re going to do this. You better do it right.” By far not the reaction you had anticipated, but it was welcome. After weeks of stressing and overthinking, it felt like that dark cloud over your head disappeared. The relief that washed through was felt in your bones and your muscles physically relaxed.

“Thank you so much.”

Two weeks passed so quickly, but it was nice that your family took some time off to be with you. Your siblings helped you pack and you played games as a family for the first time in years. You went out with your classmates nearly every chance you got; shopping and drinking and just enjoying being together. It felt like your distance would be indefinite and no one wanted to miss out on the last few days you would be there in person. You felt loved. And you would miss them so much. Even at the airport with your best friend at your side, you recalled the tears that were shed and how lucky you were to have friends and family that loved you so much, you were able to leave without regrets now.

“Are you excited, Cookie?” Baekhyun’s voice stood out amongst the busy airport chaos. He looked happy and excited, not once had he been able to sit still the entire ride there and now he walked with an extra pip in his step, “This is my first time on a plane. It’s like we’re going on a new adventure, who knows what’ll come? I’m excited. Are you excited?” The smile was evident in his tone and your chest swelled, he was right, this was exciting. A whole new world at your fingertips and you were glad you weren’t facing it alone. It was like a bolt of electricity ran down your spine, suddenly you reached for his hand and ran down the terminal towards the gate with the need to move. His laugh was glorious and the world around you faded.

The office was busy, bodies at work in a glorious studied dance. Weaving between each other, fabric and colors flying everywhere, everything shined and glowed, and it was beautiful. It was your first day of work. Finally, finally, you got your dream job. For so long you’d been admiring the work of designers, falling in love with the creativity of it all. The power to create any look you wanted, at your fingertips. Walking in tune with the office harmony set in place, making your way to your new workplace.

You didn’t know what you expected from the lead designer, but this wasn’t it. A tall lanky man with a stern look in those maroon eyes, from some angles they looked red and scared you. His white hair was slicked back save for a few locks rebelliously brushing his cold expressionless face. You’d been taught not to judge people by their appearances, but the more you worked with the man the more villainous he was. He was abrupt and harsh, he saw clothing like statues; meant to look a certain way in order to fuel that horrendous beauty ideal. He hardly spared you a glance, and after working at his side for three months, he still didn’t know your name. Oftentimes he would just call you ‘fatty’ or ‘piggy’ or some other disgusting derogatory term and if it weren’t for the near promise of a better opportunity, you would’ve quit the first week.

If you knew that this dream job would end up as a nightmare you never would’ve come. But you had learned a lot of techniques by watching the lead designer work, you’d even gotten attention for projects you helped on. Not from the lead designer, of course, but from other higher ups. Some even said that if you honed your skills a little more you’d be able to make it bigger than you could ever imagine. So you stayed.

Most days you came home defeated and exhausted, greeted by your best friend turned roommate. Just being with him made everything worth it. At some point you’d come to realize your feelings for the man. For so long it just felt like he was yours, neither of you really showed interest in others, but with this new world and new people, and the beauty all around you, you were starting to wonder if you were worth his affections. He was so perfect in your eyes, there was no way he didn’t have people falling at his feet. You wondered if Baekhyun ever thought of you the same way you thought of him but you quickly dismissed the feeling. Of course he hadn’t. You both knew he was out of your league, and you… you felt like nothing. You’d dragged him all the way across the world and all you had to show for your efforts was exhaustion and depression. Maybe the lead designer had been right when he said you wouldn’t amount to anything.

Today Baekhyun greeted your tired form with take out dinner from your favorite restaurant and instantly your day felt a little bit better. “Voldamort still got a stick up his ass?”

You snorted out a small laugh, taking a seat next to him on the living room floor. Just the sound of his voice had a way of easily calming every storm raging inside you and you let out a dramatic sigh with the drop of your head against the coffee table. Maybe if you hit your head hard enough you could be reminded as to why you thought this internship was a good idea in the first place. “Like always.”

Warmth of the back of your head and the slow pats down your hair, you leaned your cheek on the wood to get a better look. He sat next to you with a small content smile on his lips, “You did well today.” He looked tired.

You knew that he would get a job right away with his perfect proportions and his gorgeous features, and you remember how excited he was when he came home one day, “Guess who just got a job?” he was posing and flexing dramatically and that silly grin plastered on his lips, “A photographer saw me on the street and just had to have me on their set. Their words, not mine.” He had been beaming for weeks, this was a huge leap in his modeling career and he was even starting to gain some traction on his social media. You were so proud of him, this was the happiest you’d ever seen him, but you knew that he wasn’t eating well, he was working so hard he hardly slept. You just worried about him.

“Are you eating with me today?”

He hesitated for a moment before that smile of his was back, he nodded and you were content to be able to share a meal with him again. Greasy food was always best at the end of the day, especially paired with a fizzy drink. It was somewhat a tradition for you two. After exams, greasy food. After graduation, greasy food. After a hard day, greasy food.

Happily munching away at the fried chicken, your eyes traveled to your best friend. He was taking twice as long to eat and was eating less than he usually did. Baekhyun never made any mentions of your weight, he never made any mentions of his either, but ever since he started modeling you’ve felt hyper aware of your size difference. He ate so much less, and you noticed how he would react to certain food you requested to eat. He never said anything but your mind filled in the gaps. He was embarrassed of gaining weight because gaining weight was ugly. Being fat was ugly.

Suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore and excused yourself, ignoring the worried look that followed you until you closed the door and leaned against the wood. A few muffled footsteps and a gentle knock against your back, “Cookie?” The name felt bitter in your mouth for just a moment, “Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m fine.” Your voice stayed level and you were thankful that none of your ache was in your tone.

“Don’t lie to me. Please, let’s talk. What’s wrong?” What were you supposed to say to him? You thought his lack of eating was fatphobic? It was an insane assumption and you knew it. It was your own insecurities being projected, you knew that, but it hurt all the same. “Please?” You always gave into his sweetness, you always faltered when he wanted to talk, and you always ended up feeling better afterwards. Yet it still gave you trouble and you needed to psych yourself up enough to open the door.

There he stood in that cozy gray sweatshirt, he was practically drowning in it and you forced your eyes to meet his. How were you supposed to have this conversation with him without accusing him of anything? Because he had truly done nothing wrong. Then why did you feel so upset? He could do whatever he wanted to do with his own body, it wasn’t his diet or the extensive workout routines that had you on edge.

It was the lingering gazes at the models wearing your work. It was the limit of the food he would often buy for the house, the addition of fruits and vegetables, the invitations to the gym or for a walk, or things like that. “What’s wrong?” He asked again, and you brushed your ticklish hair back, pinning it under your hands at the base of your neck and you sighed. You knew he was looking out for you, Baekhyun had always nagged you to take better care of yourself even back at your hometown but you felt different now. You felt unworthy and you were certain that he saw you the same way.

“It’s nothing, I understand. You’re a model and you want to look a certain way, of course you have to put in work to look how you want to look,” You were speaking so fast, you didn’t even give yourself time to think before it came out. “But you look grossed out by just the idea of getting fat, Baek. Do you think being fat is gross?” You’d done it. You’d accused him and it felt wrong the moment you did it, but that was exactly how you felt, you couldn’t take it back now that it was out.

Not a sound, not a breath, nothing. You saw the emotions flashing behind his eyes, confusion, anger, sadness, and the longer you stared, the worse you felt. You wanted to apologize but a part of you needed to know. “Do you think I’m gross?” His eyebrows knit and he instantly shook his head, in disbelief that you would even suggest such a thing.

“No.” The first word to leave his lips came out firm and steady, “Why would you ask me that?”

“Because I love you.” You hadn’t meant to say it outloud, and you gasped in anything else your body wanted to force out. You both stood speechless for what felt like eternity. You had to say something, “I’m scared that you don’t feel the same. I’m scared that my body is repulsive to you.” The words kept coming out but you could no longer look at his face, there was too much happening in his gaze and you were overwhelmed and confused. “I dragged you all the way here and I have nothing to show for it. You're doing so well for yourself, I just… I don’t want to be left behind.”

Suddenly he was taking steps until he was standing right in front of you, warm palms cupping and lifting your jaw to meet his gaze. “I’m not repulsed by you or by the idea of being fat.” he pulled his lower lip between his teeth and his eyes looked around frantically for just a millisecond before they returned to yours, “I want my body to look a certain way, yes. But that’s because it's what I want and nothing else. I am so sorry, I didn’t realize how my actions could have hurt you.” he searched your gaze for so long and you couldn’t look away. “I’m sorry. You’re everything to me, and I want you to know you're safe with me, Cookie.”

You felt silly, you were embarrassed by your assumptions and all you wanted to do was run and hide from this man who held you. His eyes followed yours as they darted away, “Do you know how much I love you?”

Baekhyun’s voice was gentle as a feather and that look in his eyes, you couldn’t quite place it but it made you happy somewhere deep in your heart. “I love every bit of you. I love your hair and how every curl makes it look and feel like clouds,” as if to showcase you felt his fingertips cascading down the side of your cheek before gently lifting a lock of your hair to his lips.

“I love your eyes and how honest they are, how beautifully mesmerizing they are,” his voice dropped with his eyes, “I love your lips. I love how soft and kissable they look, and I love every sound that comes out of them. I love how soft your skin always is.” His hands traveled up your arms and down your back slowly with a small step closer to you. You could feel his breath against your skin and all of your thoughts fell away, “I love your curves and how beautiful every part of your body is. I love how perfectly you melt under my touch, it feels like your body was made for me. You have no idea how much I think about you, Cookie.” His laugh was quiet but you felt it in your chest.

Your heart felt full and you couldn’t help the way you wrapped yourself around him under his arms as he pulled you closer. He was speaking fast and animated and with every word you held your breath. “And you’re also, like, this whole other universe. You see the world so differently and it’s breathtaking the way you find beauty in everything and everyone. I love the way you think, and the way you speak. I love your brain, and your heart, and your life. I love you.” He let out a breath, “so fucking much.”

[bunniibones]

Oh man, I don't think I've seen some of these characters. Can you tell us about the unicorn? What's their deal?

He's one of my favorites, actually :D!

His name is Angel, Angel the Unicorn! He's a gardener that lives in Windmill Village, he has a garden in which he cultivates vegetables, fruits and medicinal herbs/plants for his potions and elixirs x)! He focuses his magic in curative stuff!

When Mr. Tinker arrived to the village he decided to start visiting him every day, bringing him homemade meals, cookies and tea, making him company and making sure that his wounds were healing well

He deeply cherished Tinker because both of them were trying to move from their dark pasts, so they soon became good friends and eventually started dating <3

Angel is tender, calm, kind and careful, he always tries to see the good in people and won't deny the help to anyone who needs it, no matter if they're good or evil.

He comes from a tribe called the Nightmare Mages, who are a group of unicorns that seek revenge and destroy entire towns. But he left them because he didn't want to be evil, he wanted to do good instead, which made him to escape for years until he finally found Windmill Village which was recently founded. The village took him in (Without knowing his origins) and he stablished himself on it in a small house in the outskirts of it. He's been living in that village for 110 years.