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aquamarixx · 5 months ago

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breaking the internet

chapter nine sparks fly as Hiori finds himself with unexpected realizations and plenty of "oh" moments, proving that love and self-discovery often come hand in hand. blue lock longfic series pairing hiori yo x reader contains fluff, post blue lock timeskip, afab!reader, hurt/comfort masterlist

You find yourself defending Hiori from haters on the internet, like the petty girlfriend you are. It’s become a borderline hobby at this point, arguing in comment sections and subreddits whenever someone talks trash about Bastard München or Hiori himself.

Of course, as the adult you claim to be, you avoid insults and low blows. Instead, you opt for scathing yet professional comebacks, channeling your skills as a journalist.

And of course, like the smart adult that you are, you use a dummy account to do so.

It’s a bizarre pastime, born from the hours you spend researching for feature stories, editorials, and video content at work. Your roommate, Miko, doesn’t think it’s that weird, but she does call you “the crazy girlfriend.” You disagree, though you can’t entirely blame her.

After all, there’s nothing particularly normal about the sight of you furiously typing away at your laptop, decked out in worn-out college shirt and comfy pajamas, your hair an unkempt bun, crumbs of your favorite salted chips littering the couch. It’s a Thursday afternoon, and there you are, locked in a battle with sweaty fanboys whose egos are probably bigger than their actual football knowledge.

One night, while you’re deep in your moonlighting gig as Hiori’s internet knight, a message pops up on your phone. It’s from Hiori, probably fresh off training.

hiori_yo23: this you? 'Anonymous_screen322'?

Attached is a screenshot of one of your comments on a major JFA subreddit, your username staring back at you like a bright neon sign.

The comment?

A bold defense of Hiori as a better midfielder than Reäl’s Itoshi Sae. In it, you didn’t hold back, calling someone “a pathetic, stuck-up jerkface who clearly knows nothing about football stats because he’s too busy living in his mom’s basement, thinking the sport is all about goals and vibes.”

Panic rises in your chest. You stare at his message, fingers frozen above your phone screen. Before you can think of a response, your phone buzzes loudly, making you jump.

Hiori’s calling.

You take a deep breath and swipe to answer.

“Hello?” you say cautiously.

“Is it you?” he asks, his voice light, amused. You can almost see the grin on his face, imagine him lounging in his gaming chair, leaning back with his phone in hand.

You groan, burying your face in your free hand. “Yeah, it’s me. How did you even figure that out? I’ve been so careful!”

“That’s a pretty popular subreddit,” he says, a soft laugh escaping him. “Of course, I check it out sometimes. It’s fun reading people rant about everyone and everything. Plus, no one talks passionately about me like ya do.”

“Ugh, sorry. I know it’s weird,” you admit, laughing nervously. “I just… I like defending you. Gotta spread the Hiori Yo propaganda, you know”

He chuckles, the sound warm and comforting. “Don’t apologize. It’s kinda funny, actually. You’re like… the most respectful keyboard warrior I’ve ever seen.”

You grin. You’re just relieved that he doesn’t think you’re a total weirdo.

But you slip up.

It happens during a night out with your coworkers. You guys are talking shop when you stumble across a post from a rival media outlet, written by the same guy you’ve been butting heads with since you entered sports journalism.

The article is a hot take about how midfielders and defenders are “insignificant” compared to forwards and strikers. It’s basically him mansplaining the sport as if rating the players through style points matter. It’s obviously a bait post, made to rile up people and drive engagement.

In a perfect world, you’d scroll past it. Even with two mojitos in your system, you’d roll your eyes and move on. But then he name-drops Hiori, among other players.

So like the petty girlfriend that you are, it meant war for you.

Game on.

You crack your knuckles, take a sip of your third mojito, and start typing.

Anyone with half a brain would see this post for what it is: rage bait. As a journalist, you’d think you’d understand the sport you’re writing about. But clearly, you don’t.

You could’ve hit send. That could’ve been the end of it. But no, you’re just getting started.

The worst part isn’t your ignorance. It’s how you put down players who are doing their best under public scrutiny. Maybe you think no one will call you out, but think again. You’re just another toxic fanboy who pretends to know about the sport and brag about it around everyone you meet. But hey, at least you’re doing everyone a favor for being a pretentious walking red flag yourself that even men and women who have terrible eyesight can see you from miles away. I would rather be called biased for critically analyzing plays than be someone who’s just spouting jargon and putting down players as if he can play any better. Go read a book about football. Google’s free too. It wouldn’t hurt you to use your brain right.

By the time you’re done, you’ve unleashed a paragraph-long tirade. It feels amazing—better than the mojito, even. You put your phone down, smug, and rejoin the table.

The next morning, you wake up to a pounding headache and the sound of Miko banging on your door.

“Get up!” she yells. “Oh, you crazy, crazy girl. I didn’t know you had the guts to say this! Check your phone. Now.”

Groaning, you stumble out of bed and grab your phone. Notifications flood your screen. Tags, mentions, replies, likes. Confused, you tap one of the alerts.

And there it is.

The bait post from last night. The one where you defended Hiori.

You forgot to switch to your dummy account.

Panic washes over you as you realize you’d commented using your personal, professional account—the one tied to your job.

You open your work group chat, which is also blowing up.

your deskmate: ur insane. another coworker: brave but insane. your editor: Atta girl. 👍 Feisty’s good PR. Keep it up!

Relief trickles in when you read your boss’s message. Apparently, your little stunt worked in your outlet’s favor. People are flocking to your platform, calling it the one with “better takes.”

Miko walks in, handing you a glass of water and paracetamol. “You��re welcome,” she says with a smirk.

You scroll through the comments. A few criticize you for being “biased,” but it’s not like you’re reporting hard news. You write features and editorials, and in this day and age, people appreciate subjective, well-reasoned content over rage baiting.

Most of the comments are positive, commending you for calling out the post. It helps settle your nerves—until a new notification pops up.

A mention. From Hiori himself.

hiori_yo23: Always coming to our rescue. Thanks for taking care of us, /yn_offthepage.

Your jaw drops. The replies to your comment skyrocket. Everyone’s losing their minds over the fact that Hiori Yo noticed you. Again.

You roll your eyes, though you’re smiling. He’s teasing you.

You fire off a message to him.

yn_offthepage: Good morning to you too. Thanks for stirring the pot even more. hiori_yo23: Not my fault someone forgot to switch accounts during her white knight duties. yn_offthepage: I’m sorry, okay? I had drinks, and I got triggered when he mentioned you. hiori_yo23: yer good. It’s funny, honestly. but you don’t have to defend me. don’t want ya stressing over this stuff yn_offthepage: I want to, though. so don’t worry about it. thanks for having my back. hiori_yo23: anytime, princess. i gotcha.

Hiori is unusually excited today. It isn’t a high-stakes game, just an exhibition match between Bastard München and a visiting foreign team. A chance to relax, strategize, and test out new tactics alongside Ness, Coach Noa, and Grim.

The stadium is still packed, though. Even an exhibition match meant money for the JFA, and the crowd turnout reflected that.

Hiori played the first half, but midway through, he swapped out with Kiyora. The team is experimenting with different combinations, testing player synergies, and fine-tuning strategies. Even so, they secured a win, and Hiori felt good about the results, already anticipating the debrief with Coach Noa.

It’s nice that he’s getting pulled into these things for the team. It really shows the value he brings to the table and how he’s grown as a player with them.

After the game, he’s all smiles, he knows he’ll see you for sure. Until he saw them.

His parents. Both of them. Together.

They’re approaching him from the VIP section, their faces a picture of calm neutrality, though the sight of them side by side sent a jolt through Hiori’s chest. He has given them VIP tickets as a gesture, assuming only one might show up. They’ve vaguely mentioned attending, but he’d never expected them to come together.

Especially since they got divorced a year ago.

Breaking away from the team, Hiori approached them. He greeted his mom first, who pulled him into a warm, tight hug.

“Yo-kun, are you eating well? Have you been sick? Is that why you didn’t play the whole match?” Her voice was tinged with worry as she fussed over him, pinching his arms to check his muscle tone.

Hiori let out a soft laugh, trying to ease her concern. “M’fine, Mom. Just working on strategy with the coach and the seniors. It’s better to watch from the bench sometimes. Helps us figure out what needs improving. And it’s just an exhibition match.”

“Just an exhibition match? Are you hearing yourself, Yo-kun?” His dad’s sharp voice cut through the moment like a blade, his tone already brimming with frustration.

Hiori stiffened, his stomach knotting.

“You’re probably slacking off, that’s why you got benched,” his dad continued, crossing his arms. “I told you before, midfielders are easily replaceable. You should take notes from Isagi. Look at him—a go-getter. A real player. I thought Blue Lock and playing for the German club were supposed to make you better, but it’s like you’ve been regressing ever since.”

“Dad, that’s not—”

His father snaps, his voice rising. “What’s the point of being a player if you’re not the star? Are you really satisfied being second-rate?”

His mom tries to interject, placing a hand on her ex-husband’s arm. “Stop it, it’s—”

“I’m just telling him the truth.”

And just like that, It was like high school all over again. The criticisms. The pressure. The suffocating weight of expectations his parents had piled on him since he was a child. Memories flooded his mind. Nights spent training past exhaustion, lectures about how being the best was the only option, the constant feeling that nothing he did was enough.

His dad’s voice continued to ring in his ears.

“What’s the point of playing football if you’re not leading the team? If you’re not scoring goals, you’re just another cog in the machine. Football is a star’s game, Yo-kun.”

As if his dad could ever understand the intricacies of football. The roles. The teamwork. The balance. It wasn’t judo, where individual prowess reigned supreme, or high jump, where you competed against yourself. Football was about synergy, trust, and playing for the team, aside from being an excellent individual player yourself. But explaining that to his parents felt as futile as screaming into the void.

His gaze drops to the ground, shame burning in his chest. His dad’s voice droned on, but Hiori stops listening.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he sees you.

You’re standing just a few feet behind his parents. The smile on your face dissolves, replaced by something he couldn’t quite place—concern? Sadness? Disbelief?

Hiori freezes. His chest tightens as if the air had been sucked out of the stadium. He wishes the earth would swallow him whole.

You aren’t supposed to hear this. Not the ugly criticisms, not the suffocating expectations, and certainly not the pathetic version of himself standing there, crestfallen and powerless.

He clenches his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He doesn’t know what hurts more. His dad’s words or the thought of you seeing him like this.

“Excuse me?” you say, your voice dripping with theatrical offense. Hiori has never heard you sound so offended.

“Are you talking about Hiori Yo? The Hiori Yo? The genius midfielder of Bastard München? Rated as one of the best midfielders in the league—on par with Alexis Ness and Itoshi Sae? Hell, maybe even better than Itoshi Sae himself? The best midfielder to come out of Blue Lock?” You look in absolute disbelief with what you’ve heard, it was written all over your face.

“You’re calling him a second-rate football player? Are you kidding me? Do you hear yourself, sir?” Your voice cuts through the air like a whip, halting Hiori’s dad mid-rant. Both of Hiori’s parents turn to look at you, bewildered by the sudden intrusion.

You place yourself firmly between them, just slightly closer to Hiori’s side, as though shielding him from further harm.

Hiori blinks, stunned. You don’t stop talking, but for him, it’s as if his entire world stopped and all he could see was you.

“That’s an utterly ridiculous take,” you continue. “Midfielders are the heart of the team. It’s a massive disservice and frankly, a huge disrespect to label them as second-rate players just because they’re not as flashy as forwards. Just because they don’t score often doesn’t make them any less important. And respectfully, let me correct you—this man,” you point directly at Hiori, your eyes blazing with conviction, “isn’t just any midfielder.”

Hiori can only stare, his mouth slightly open, as you keep going.

“This man is an ultrasadist of a midfielder. He controls the game. He calls the plays, manipulates his teammates and his opponents, and makes split-second decisions like a freaking mastermind. And that, sir”—your tone softens just slightly, your lips in a tight fine line—“is hot as hell, if you ask me.”

A poorly stifled snicker comes from somewhere behind you. Hiori recognizes it immediately. Isagi. When he glances around, he notices several of his teammates watching from a respectful distance, their expressions ranging from amused to genuinely impressed.

You’re not done yet.

“So please,” you say, your voice calm and deliberate now, though still brimming with authority. “I say this with the utmost respect to my elders…”

Hiori’s dad flinches, his earlier bravado faltering under your gaze.

“…show some damn respect to midfielders. Especially to Hiori Yo. He’s a damn good player, and any team would be lucky to have him.”

You step back, catching your breath, your glare never wavering. Hiori’s dad looks thoroughly flustered.

He clears his throat awkwardly, mumbling, “I—I’m sorry. That was uncalled for, Yo-kun.”

Yo-kun?

The shift in tone surprises you, but what catches you off guard more is his next question.

“Sorry, who are you again, miss?” His gaze shifts back to Hiori. “Who is she, son?”

Son? Oh no.

Your head snaps toward Hiori. He looks flustered, his face a mix of shock and panic as he tries to come up with a response.

“Uh… she’s… a friend,” he finally stammers.

Before you can process the tightening in your chest, his mom squeals in recognition.

“Oh! You’re the journalist who wrote about Yo-kun!” She beams at you, reaching for your hand and shaking it enthusiastically. “Thank you so much! I loved your article—it was so thoughtful!”

You’re too stunned to react. “Uh—thank you, ma’am…”

Before the situation can spiral further, Hiori gently pulls his mom away. “Let’s catch up later, Miss Journalist, okay?” His voice is cold, detached, and entirely different from the Hiori you know.

Your heart sinks.

“R-right. Sorry,” you mumble, bowing slightly before walking away as quickly as you can without outright running.

Embarrassment churns in your stomach. You just humiliated him. You overstepped. You messed up.

Back at home, you send him a text.

yn_offthepage: I’m so sorry for what I said earlier. I shouldn’t have gotten involved. I crossed a line, and I hope we can talk about it.

You stare at your phone, waiting anxiously for a reply. Minutes feel like hours, and when he finally reads your message, the notification of him typing disappears. He leaves you on read.

Three hours later, a reply comes through.

hiori_yo23: s’fine. I’ll see ya tomorrow, ‘kay? have a good night.

You stare at the message.

Everything is definitely not fine.

The weather is perfect. Almost annoyingly so—like it’s mocking the nerves still clinging to you after yesterday’s altercation.

You’re supposed to meet Hiori at the station before taking him to your secret date destination. You’d planned it all out, but the anxiety from the day before had left you tossing and turning all night. Unable to sleep, you arrived early, only to find him already there.

Standing near the station entrance, Hiori sticks out like a giant amidst the crowd. He’s wearing a navy blue bucket hat, a windbreaker in a matching shade layered over a plain black shirt, straight-cut pants, and white sneakers. He looks good. Really good.

You glance down at your outfit—a frilly black skirt paired with a fitted white crop top that shows just a sliver of midriff. You hope it looks okay.

Walking up behind him, you tug lightly on his windbreaker. “You’re early. Did I make you wait?”

“Yer good,” he says, turning to you with a small smile. “I just got here.”

Before you can respond, he leans in, catching you off guard as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Hey!” you gasp, swatting his arm. Heat rises to your face as you glance around nervously, scanning for familiar faces. “Hiori, we’re in public!” you whisper. “What if someone recognizes you?”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “What? Can’t kiss my girl now?” His voice is teasing, but the warmth in his tone makes your heart skip a beat. “And s’fine. Look around. We’re just a normal-looking couple on a date. Lighten up, princess.”

Before you can argue, he slips his fingers through yours, holding your hand firmly.

The train is crowded, as expected on a weekend. As you board, Hiori pulls you close to shield you from the jostling passengers. With your back against the train wall, he stands in front of you, one arm braced against the wall beside your head while the other keeps a firm hold of your hand.

He’s close. So close you can feel his heartbeat faintly through his shirt. The citrusy, woodsy scent of his cologne surrounds you, grounding you in the moment.

You stay like that for five stops, your body tucked securely in his protective space. Finally, you whisper, “Let’s get off here.”

Hiori glances down at you, nodding as he guides you through the bustling crowd and out of the station, his hand never leaving yours.

Once outside, he looks around curiously. “Where to now?”

“You’ll see.” This time, you take the lead, practically bouncing with excitement as Hiori trails behind, basking in your energy and the warm sun.

The two of you chat as you walk, catching up on small things. You pointedly avoid bringing up the incident at the exhibition match. Fear and embarrassment gnaws at your insides just thinking about it.

Eventually, you stop. Letting go of his hand, you jog a few steps ahead, spinning around to face him with your arms spread wide. “Tada!”

You beam at him, gesturing toward the colorful entrance to the amusement park.

For a moment, Hiori’s expression is unreadable. Then, a soft chuckle escapes him as his face lights up.

“An amusement park?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

You jog back to his side, clasping your hands behind your back as you walk beside him. “Amusement park dates are a classic. Thought we’d try it.”

You reach for his hand again, lacing your fingers together. “Plus, you told me how you spent most of your childhood practicing or training for football. I figured you might’ve missed out on this kind of thing.”

A small smile plays at the corners of his lips.

“And for the record,” you add with a grin, “you’re never too old for an amusement park.”

Hiori stops walking, his eyes studying you as if seeing you in a new light. You’re pretty much accurate, if you ask him.

“Thanks,” he says softly, squeezing your hand. “I’m looking forward to enjoying my first amusement park trip with you.”

And Hiori does. Both of you do.

Even though you’re not a fan of thrill rides, you indulge Hiori, letting him drag you onto roller coasters that he clearly loves. The first drop has you screaming at the top of your lungs, while Hiori sits beside you laughing, his hand squeezing yours reassuringly. By the second ride, he’s still laughing, though now it’s at your expense.

You play carnival games together, trying to one-up each other to win a plushie prize. The competition is fierce, filled with playful teasing, but in the end, you both win something—two small plushies that you exchange with one another.

There’s a cafe stop for a light lunch, and throughout the day, you try as many snacks as you can get your grubby hands on—cotton candy, churros, and even some fried delicacies that make you laugh at how messy they are to eat.

It’s so much fun.

Hiori hadn’t realized how much he’d wanted to experience an amusement park until now. Growing up, he’d always thought he was better off training for football, trying to live up to his parents’ expectations. In high school, he’d closed himself off, preferring the solitary escape of video games. And by the time he hit his twenties, he felt too old for amusement parks, too self-conscious to admit he’d never been to one, or too shy to ask his friends to go with him.

But now, with you beside him, wearing ridiculous animal headbands and pinning cute ear clips onto his bucket hat, everything feels different. He finds himself laughing. A little louder and more free than usual.

You make him happy.

It dawns on him slowly, as the afternoon sun dips lower in the sky. You understand him. Not just surface-level things, but the deeper parts of him. The ones he doesn’t even talk about. You’ve barely been together, yet you see through his walls and make him feel safe to open up, even if it’s just a little at a time.

There’s no pressure. No crushing expectations. You don’t demand greatness from him or put him on a pedestal. You let him be himself. Just Hiori Yo. And for once, it feels enough. He feels enough.

He watches you from a short distance as you buy drinks for the two of you, his chest tightening with gratitude.

By dusk, you both arrive at the ferris wheel.

It’s the last stop on your itinerary, and as you wait in line, the twinkling lights of the park glow softly against the night sky. When it’s your turn, you step into the carriage and settle into the seats across from each other.

The ride starts, the gentle motion lifting you higher. Hiori admires you in the dim, golden light, the way it softens your features, your hair catching faint glimmers of color from the park below.

The silence is comfortable.

Until you break it.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out suddenly.

Hiori tilts his head slightly, his brows knitting in confusion. “For what?”

“For… yesterday,” you admit, your voice quieter now. The carriage continues its ascent, and as the lights dim outside, Hiori’s face grows harder to read. You swallow nervously, wondering if you just ruined the moment.

“I didn’t know they were your parents,” you say quickly. “I just… spoke out of instinct. I didn’t mean to offend them.”

Hiori’s lips press into a thin line, but he doesn’t interrupt.

“I know you said I didn’t have to defend you, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t just stand there and let them talk to you like that.” You glance down, your fingers twisting nervously in your lap.

“You’re… you’re so amazing, Hiori. And I want everyone to know that. Even if people call me a groupie or a biased journalist, I don’t care. What I care about is telling the story of the incredible midfielder I know.”

You’re rambling, but the words won’t stop spilling out of your mouth it's like word vomit.

“You’re a great player and a great person. I know I probably say that a lot, and maybe it doesn’t mean much anymore, but I mean it every time. And I’ll keep saying it because it’s true. I think you’re amazing, Hiori—not as a fan, not as your girlfriend, but as someone who knows you.”

Your voice falters as the words leave your lips, and the carriage comes to a gentle stop at the very top of the ferris wheel. The view is breathtaking, but you can’t focus on anything except Hiori’s stunned expression.

His eyes are wide, his mouth slightly open as though he wants to say something, but the words don’t come. He closes his mouth, then opens it again, but nothing escapes.

You look away, embarrassed, and the rest of the ride descends in silence.

By the time the carriage reaches the ground, you’re staring out at the park lights, your chest heavy with regret.

Hiori takes your hand as you both step out of the ferris wheel carriage. Despite the late hour, the amusement park is still alive with soft, buzzing energy. The lively chaos of the day has given way to a calmer, more magical ambiance under the glow of twinkling lights.

He leads you to the boardwalk, stopping at a clearing that offers a breathtaking view of the entire park, its vibrant lights stretching out into the night.

Oh god, he’s going to break up with me. I should’ve kept my mouth shut.

Your stomach churns as you stare down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze.

“Hey,” Hiori says gently, his fingers guiding your chin upward until your eyes meet his.

“Hi,” you whisper, your voice shaky.

He scratches the back of his neck, a faint laugh escaping his lips. “Sorry, uh… I’ve been processing everything you said earlier. Ya kinda caught me off guard. Had me tongue-tied there.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, words tumbling over each other. “If you want to break up, it’s okay. I understand. I—it was stupid of me to say all that—”

“Hey, hey, who said anything about breaking up?” he interrupts, his voice laced with concern.

“But you were so quiet,” you say, your chest tightening. “I thought you were mad.”

“I’m not mad. Not at ya,” he reassures, his tone soft yet firm. “I’m mad at myself for not saying those things sooner.”

You blink, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Sure, I was shocked when ya stood up to my parents. But… it made me happy. I didn’t realize how much ya admired me or how ya saw me. It was brave of ya.”

He pauses, fiddling with the zipper of his windbreaker, his eyes darting downward.

“My parents… they’ve always been like that. My mom’s gotten better lately—she’s trying, y’know? But my dad… it’s been harder with him. After what happened yesterday, though, we talked. The three of us. It was short, but they actually listened. They even apologized.” He hesitates, glancing at you. “Ya helped, a lot. It’s progress, if you ask me.”

Your heart aches at the vulnerability in his voice. Without thinking, you take his hand, tracing soft circles on his palm, hoping to soothe his nerves.

“And earlier,” he continues, his voice quieter, “I didn’t realize how much it bothered ya that I didn’t bring it up. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make ya worry.” He leans forward, his forehead resting lightly against yours.

“Ya just flustered me, is all,” he admits, a small smile tugging at his lips. “The way ya see me… it’s different. Not like the way other people do. With all the pressure and expectations. And I like the version of me that ya see. Ya make it feel like everything I’ve done to get here was worth it. Because I met you. And I’m here with you.”

“Really?” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

“Really.” He grins, his thumb brushing against your hand. “And by the way, the amusement park? Amazing idea. I had so much fun. Thanks for taking my amusement park experience virginity.”

“Oh my god, please don’t call it that,” you groan, bursting into laughter.

“But you called me an ‘ultrasadist’ and, I quote, ‘hot as hell.’” His grin widens, his breath warm against your skin as he teases you.

“You and your big ego,” you laugh, shaking your head.

“Hey, ya did this,” he says with a chuckle. “Ya make me feel like the best player in the world.” His lips hover dangerously close to yours.

“You are,” you murmur, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Better than Noel Noa?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh-huh.” You kiss him again.

“Better than Itoshi Sae?”

“Yup.” This time, the kiss lingers a little longer.

“Better than Gagamaru?” he jokes.

“Don’t push your luck, ultrasadist. Gagamaru’s the GOAT,” you quip, playfully swatting his chest.

Hiori laughs, pulling you closer. “Yeah, I’ll take my chances. As long as I have ya.”

This time, the kiss is deep, his hands resting on your hips as yours cradle the back of his neck. It’s slow and tender, yet filled with an intensity that makes your heart race.

And then, fireworks.

Literal fireworks burst behind you, painting the night sky in dazzling colors like the world itself was celebrating this moment.

Hiori doesn’t pull away, the explosions reflecting in his eyes as he looks at you mid-kiss. He wishes time could stop, because that’s how it feels kissing you right now—like fireworks. Stunning, explosive, and beautiful.

He just can’t get enough of you.

amari's notes: i literally wrote this just last night. the coffee i got from the cafe yesterday was so good i can barely sleep. definitely the longest one i've wrote. i had to write this by hand, which helped for some reason before i typed it out and it came out pretty good. it's been a busy month for me, with my vacation coming up and my birthday too. but i plan to update one more time this month! anw, I’d love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to leave a reply or drop an ask. i'll greatly appreciate it! Hope you all enjoy this chapter! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ (if you wanna join the taglist, just comment or send me a message!)

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“kiss me like that again and i’ll start to think you’re in love with me.”

•GIN ‘N’ TONIC : $7.5

forced proximity “you can’t seriously be insinuating that i should sit on your lap.”

•VODKA CRAN :$7.5

“why do you even care?” “because i do”

•DAIQUIRI : $9

“can you help me with my zipper?”

•MOJITO : $9

“loving you is a torture i enjoy too much.”

•BLODDY MARY : $7.5

“it’s not safe for a pretty thing like you to be out here alone.” “she’s not alone.”

•MOSCOW MULE : $7.5

“i just don’t like the way he / she looks at you”

• PINA COLADÁ: $9

“are you crazy? we are in public.” “then you’d better keep quiet.”

•COSMO : $8

“what are we?” “a beautifully, dangerous combination.”

•LONG ISLAND : $7.5

“are you really so oblivious?”

•BLUE MOTHERFUCKER : $8

“i keep trying to move on, to be with someone else but you’re the only one on my mind.”

— THE VIBE — — THE GUY —

• SUGAR RIM - fluff •on the rocks - Rhysand

• SALT RIM - smut • frozen - Cassian

• ADD LIME - angst • neat - Azriel

#acotar x reader #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #acotar x you #azriel #acotar azriel #acotar fics #rhys acotar #acotar cassian #send asks #praying this cures the block i have on my most important works

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WOO HOOOO SUMMERTIME!

What would be their go to alcohol for the summer? Like a margarita, Pinta colada, or just plain whisky or shots? (All Goffards)

(I like ranting about Ky, I hope it's alright) Ky adores fruity alcohol. Including a mango margarita, so if she goes to any pool party and if there's alcohol she goes for that fruity cocktail with no hesitation.

Also make sure to keep in check we love you sm!!! Here's a donut 🍩

Normally Sal is a simple whiskey or an old fashioned guy, he’s not one for fruity cocktails. Sissy shit and whatever. But he does recognize that there’s a time and a place for them. Like pina coladas. Sometimes you need a refreshing drink that gets you hammered. He like frozen margaritas, but in a margaritaville sort of way. As long as it’s frozen and in the summer he’ll allow it.

Derek sticks his guns of fireball, everclear, and patron. He’s a shots person. Easy, and down the hatch. He acts like he likes plain whiskey, but he’d rather die than drink it. The only drink he likes with whiskey in it is whiskey sours. He’s also more experimental than Sal is. And by experimental I mean trying some gross shots. Brain hemorrhage shot, cement mixer shot. His go to summer drink is lemon drops and tequila sunrises. Honestly anything with syrup in it he drinks. Sweet tooth gets the best of him. Which sucks cause everyone sees fruit cocktails as girly, despite how he can down like five of them in a minute. Sex on the beach is also a good one in his book.

Matt is pretty simple. Rum and coke, gin and tonic, or just a plain drink. It’s either that or a Bloody Mary of all drinks. Don’t ask him why he likes the mixture of tomato juice, tobacco, and vodka. He just does. Blue lagoon might be the only fruity cocktail he’d actually drink, but that’s just cause it’s his favorite color. He’ll only drink it by himself. Once ordered it at a resort and his dad made fun of him. Now if he wants a refreshing drink it’s gotta be a margarita or pina colada, and frankly he just doesn’t like how easy it is for him to get a brain freeze. Manhattans are for when he wants to impress people. Old fashioned is just a bit too bitter for his taste.

Rochelle actually really likes Long Island Ice teas. What’s scary is that she can drink like two whole pitchers and be okay. She’s got a liver of steel. She also likes mojitos, but only for brunch. Daiquiris are fun in the summer time. Fruity, sweet, and perfect for lounging in the pool and sipping on. She’s like her dad in the sense she drinks in the pool while on a floatie. Champagne is also good. Elegant, bubbly, and no one questions it if you buy five bottles of it at the store. Wine on the other hand? Then you get looks. Especially if it’s box wine. The only thing keeping her from being a wine mom nursing a wine headache with Prozac is the fact that people give you looks. If she didn’t care about her imagine, she’d be lounging around the house in her pajamas drinking straight from the tap of white box wine.

Gwendolyn doesn’t really like drinking. And frankly I’m not too sure yet if she’s still almost an adult, or barely one. I’ll probably keep her an adult? Like 19 maybe? Which contradicts with my last post featuring her so I’ll go back and change that. She can’t legally drink, but she won’t deny she’s had some alcohol. She likes sangrias at best. Her mom let her try hers at a dinner outing and it tasted pretty good. She didn’t like the aftertaste but it was alright.

(Hehehehe thank you for the donut sweetie! <3)

#headcanon #🌸flower headcanons #tpof #the price of flesh #tpof oc #tpof fanon characters #🌸answers #the price of flesh derek #derek tpof #derek goffard #derek’s dad #Salvatore Goffard #matt goffard #mattgoffard

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🤡 polycule

free rounds at the bar because gabriel is really playing fast and loose up in there some nights. here's what everyone is served as a Usual.

gabriel is making himself a jack and ginger. that's his deal. he's very polarizing as a bartender because he will loudly discuss how much better it is than jack and coke even to people ordering jack and coke.

clayton yeah it's miller high life the champagne of beers. maybe a cheeky shot? i think beer and a shot guys are so hot and i feel like he's on that level. i almost name dropped first and last m*ke from twitter to make a joke on here but maybe thats not a great idea.

sienna is getting tequila soda. extra lime. she doesn't hate a light beer either but if she's out she wants something with that cunty little straw in it to play with later when she's drunk and fidgety.

cora is getting a strawberry daiquiri (NOT frozen) or a malibu or something just fruity and sweet. don't know why i'm assigning her this deeply nostalgic palate. alternatively, whatever beer austin drinks for the same reason. it was her first <3

bailey is drank pbr for a really long time but after he and cora broke up he started ordering gin and tonic more until he like fully switched over. which could mean nothing.

mollie ohhh sorry girl but its gotta be a vcr right. i mean maybe that's a little dated i feel like they are less popular but i feel like she very much fits the archetype of a vcr girl. vodka drinker for sure you can see it in her eyes. redbull so she can get a little crazy. cranberry for color mostly.

cody used to drink coors light and honestly as someone who had always been more of a St*ner it was an adjustment to make being crossed in public work. but now he will have a cheeky mojito he's built the tolerance to get the drink he actually likes ^^

#i dont know i mimght hav elost my touch...#we'll try again later...

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The sun is blazing, your ankles are liberated, and your toes? They’re ready for their close-up. That can only mean one thing: sandal season is officially here—and with it, the perfect excuse to flaunt a fresh pedicure. But this June, forget playing it safe with soft nudes or last year’s coral. The moment calls for shimmer, sass, and pedicure colors that turn sidewalks into catwalks.Whether you’re browsing farmers’ markets, clinking cold brews at patio brunches, or chasing golden hour by the shore, your feet are front and center in the style spotlight. This month’s pedicure colors lean into bold joy, seasonal magic, and just the right dose of whimsy. So, if you’re ready to ditch the chipped polish and make a statement from the ground up, here are seven must-try hues your toes will thank you for.Check out trendy pedicure colors for summer 2025…#1. Electric LilacPhoto: @y.ybeautyesthetics/InstagramA whisper-soft lilac might be lovely, but June wants the volume turned all the way up. 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Bold without being bossy, moody yet undeniably uplifting, this pedicure color channels salty breezes, linen pants, and spontaneous island daydreams. With teal-tipped toes, a woven tote, and oversized sunnies, you’ll feel resort-ready—even if your only getaway is the frozen popsicle aisle at Trader Joe’s.#4. Barbiecore PinkPhoto: Alisa.InThe Barbie takeover isn’t done with us yet—and honestly, we’re still loving every second. This June, lean all the way in with Barbiecore Pink, an unapologetic hot pink so glossy it practically doubles as a compact mirror. It’s playful, punchy, and perfectly paired with crisp white slides or minimalist nude sandals. Extra points if your polish catches the sun—because the best June pedicure colors don’t whisper; they shine.#5. Lemon SorbetPhoto: @nailsbynatv/InstagramPale yellow used to whisper from the back of the polish rack, but lemon sorbet is stepping confidently into the spotlight. Soft yet sunny, this pastel hue is a sophisticated surprise that satisfies minimalists’ craving with just a hint of playfulness. It’s the polish equivalent of chilled lemonade on a porch swing: refreshing, easygoing, and effortlessly charming. Try it once, and you’ll wonder how your toes ever lived without a touch of citrus.#6. Seafoam GreenPhoto: @thetrendyuniverse/PinterestHear us out: green toes. Seafoam green is breezy, serene, and shockingly versatile, blending the crispness of a garden in bloom with the cool allure of a mint mojito. It’s not too loud, not too subtle—just the right amount of unexpected. Think of it as the laid-back friend who always knows where to find the best summer cocktails. One swipe, and your pedicure will channel June magic without breaking a sweat.#7. Metallic Rose GoldPhoto: Sarah ScoopIf you’re craving a hint of shimmer without diving headfirst into full-glitter territory, metallic rose gold is your golden compromise. Under summer sunlight, its delicate sheen catches every glimmer, lending a soft radiance that elevates any sandal moment. Whether you’re hopping on a Zoom call or heading to a rooftop soirée, this polish moves effortlessly from casual to chic. It’s glam without the drama—the Beyoncé of pedicure shades: confident, timeless, and always in command.Paint With PurposeChoosing pedicure colors isn’t just about jumping on seasonal trends—it’s a full-on act of self-expression. Your toes are miniature canvases, and every shade tells its own story: bold and vibrant, soft and ethereal, or somewhere in between, ready to pivot from brunch to beach bonfire with ease.When picking your polish, think beyond the sandals. What dominates your summer wardrobe—floaty dresses, lived-in denim shorts, linen jumpsuits? Are you team straw fedora or proudly rocking a bucket hat wide enough to catch radio signals? 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Eating Innocence

A young woman eats the hearts of innocent men to survive. This is an instance of it.

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CW/TW: suggestions to sex(non-explicit), blood, gore, death

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Not revised fully.

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There was something satisfying in seeing a man turn stupid.

A small smile here, fluttering lashes there, a soft run of fingers down a cheek, and eventually they’ll trail behind like a lost puppy. Well, only those without a brain, who can’t think or don’t hear the alarms ringing in their brain.

Disarming a man with a brain is fun, too.

It was always a thrill to see the moment a man turns stupid, his face goes slack, eyes go big, mouth gapes open, and sometimes a faint blush creeps up their cheeks and ears. I don’t even need to do much to get their attention. I simply pass in front of them, make eye contact, smile, or stand a certain way and they fall like flies into a venus flytrap.

Seeing the way they reacted to the body I created was elating.

The first guy I took didn't even put up a fight his name was Ryan? Zion? Brian? Brian. His name was Brian. Poor Brian looked so innocent, lost, a college student, I think. I don’t know, I didn’t ask. I met him at the Black Shell nightclub, he entered behind his rowdy friends, his wandering gaze giving away his unfamiliarity with the place. He even covered his ears at a particularly loud note from the EDM and synthwave music that played throughout the nightclub. He squinted as the strobe light hit his eyes, regaining composure by placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. They all directed their way to the bar, some of his friends grinding on the dancing women.

Brian stood a few feet away from me, his basic outfit standing out from all the others with bright colors and shining accessories. How cute.

“So, what do you want, Brian?” His friend with dark hair and a sharp nose asked, a teasing lilt in his voice. Brian looked up at the array of bottles, liquid venom waiting. He flagged a bartender down and spoke loudly, a contrast to his sheepish entrance.

“I’d like a virgin mojito.”

“Really? We’re here to have fun, Brian!” Another of his friends spoke, he had light colored hair and an air of confidence that I could wipe away with a glare.

Humans are such pretentious creatures, swearing that they’ll be by your side if asked, but gun it when actually asked.

“Who’s going to drive you guys home when you’re all trashed, huh? Plus, I drove, I’m not leaving my car here.”

“We’ll get a cab, Brian. Come on, get something else!” His friend with the dark hair and sharp nose insisted.

“No, Jake! Stop insisting. You wanna get charged when you make a mess in the cab?”

“Ugh, fine. You enjoy your virgin mojito with the ladies. I’ll go enjoy my rum and coke.” My ears perked at Jake’s words, gosh I almost took him instead, but his arrogance would taste horrendous on my tongue.

The bartender handed Brian his drink and took Jake’s order, his other two friends following.

“Cut him some slack Brian, you know how stressed he’s been with—” A sudden jostle pushed Brian’s friend against him, he had dark curly hair and a lip piercing that the strobe lights catched once in a while. Brian’s arm pushed against me, a fire lit across my skin, his essence incomparable to the previous person I had taken. Oh, he’ll be delicious.

I shuddered as I turned to face him, my arm feeling warm where he touched. Brian turned to apologize, but I saw as the apology faded in his throat. He stood frozen for a moment before Brian’s friend nudged him with his elbow, his eyes raking down my body, but I paid him no attention, Brian had it all with his dumbfounded expression.

“Aren’t you gonna say something man? She’s waiting!” His friend gestured to me with his head exasperated, his curls jumping at the small jerks.

“I—I’m sorry, someone pushed us. I—How can I make it up to you…?”

“Ezra,” I gave a small smile.

“Ezra.” Maybe it was the embarrassment of bumping into me or my charms working, but his cheeks darkened like if someone had pinched and rubbed them harshly.

“Can I buy you a drink? To make it up to you?” He looked at me expectantly, a sliver of hope in his eyes.

“Sure. I’ll get a mojito.” I looked at him sharply, his throat bobbing with a hard swallow. His friend smiled and patted him on the shoulder, whispering something. Jake noticed and also patted him on the shoulder, shoving his hand into Brian’s pocket and taking his keys.

“Hey!” Brian turned to the smiling faces of his three friends. “We’ll take very good care of your car, Brian. Enjoy your time.” Jake turned to me, a playful smirk emerging.

“Miss, he’s all yours. Don’t bite too hard, he’s still learning.” Jake shoved Brian lightly, presenting him to me. *How dumb can humans be?* Don’t they know not to assume anything about someone?

“Noted.” I gave a sly smile.

“What? No! I’m not leaving you guys! You can’t drive drunk!” Brian for sure cared deeply for his friends, I wondered where such deep worry came from.

“Hey, hey, we’ll be okay. I’m considering getting juice or something now, wasn’t gonna drink much either way. I’ll just give my drink to either of them, while checking that these two don’t pass out later.” Jake and his light colored hair friend made a face, affronted by their friend's claim. “You always look out for us, go have fun. We’ll be okay.”

Brian glanced at me, his eyes debating between us. I threw a wink at him and saw how all the fighting dissolved away. “Fine, but I don’t want to see you on the news. It’s enough with what you guys did in the cab last time.”

“Yes, sir.” They all said in unison, straightening up like soldiers. Brian slowly faced me, the dark tinge on his cheeks gradually returning. I drew closer to him and whispered in his ear, letting out a small puff of air at my first word.

“Why don’t we go to my place? I’ll show you a different way to party.” Brian let out a choked sound, a glint of fear crossing his eyes as I backed away. I let out a chuckle, before noticing that his drink was accumulating sweat. I reached my hand out and got the glass, removing the garnish, before gripping his chin and pulling him towards me. His eyes widened, but he didn’t fight back. I brought the glass to his lips and saw how he went back and forth between me and it, like it was a foreign object.

“Drink.” I saw as the liquid receded, the cubed ice settling down. He paused and breathed in deeply, looking me in the eyes, before finishing the drink. I placed the glass down and let go of his chin, seeing his Adam’s apple bob in a final swallow.

I lean back on the stool, feeling the warmth of his essence coursing through my hand and arm like ants dancing on skin.

“Let’s go. I’ll show you something better.” I stepped off the stool and reached for his hand, tugging him away.

“But, didn’t you drink?” I weaved us through the crowd, the taste on my tongue changing with each body that I grazed, but ultimately being overpowered by the taste of Brian’s innocence. How does one go throughout life without being tainted by the world? The exit came into view and I rushed towards it, gasping for fresh air. The smell of an amalgamation of bodies grows to be unpleasant after a while, even more so when their blemishes are strong.

“I drank a herbal infusion.” In reality, alcohol has no effect on me, I found that out when I drank a whole bottle of tequila and didn’t feel anything, but a slight buzz on the back of my head. I tried other alcohols and it was the same result, in the end, it wasn’t a wise financial situation to keep trying.

I turned right to the parking lot, passing by sleek cars and pausing when I found my motorcycle. I saw a few men surrounding it, but they soon backed off once they saw me approach.

“The bike yours?” A man from the bunch spoke, embers from his cigarette drifting after he spoke. I tried to not recoil at the rotten stench coming from him, he had done something so horrible not even Brian’s essence could mask it.

“Ain’t it obvious?” I let go of his hand and unclipped my helmet from the handle giving it to Brian.

“But—”

“Put it on.” Brian did so without another protest.

The man straightened, anger settling on his face. The men around him straightened too, some reaching into a back pocket.

“That’s no way to talk to a man, missy. And who’s that, your boyfriend? Pretty weak, ain’t even defending you.” I laughed loudly, if only he knew what I was going to do to Brian. This caught everyone off guard, their confused, tense gazes bouncing off one another.

"Leave her alone!" Brian's voice came muffled from behind me. He stepped up, putting a protective arm around me. I didn't need his protection, obviously, so I pushed him back.

“He’s someone I just met. Nothing more.” I settled on my bike, before turning to Brian. “You ever backpack before?”

“What?”

“Just get on.” His weight settled down behind me, anxiety emanating off of him. He rested his clammy hand on my shoulders.

“I’m talking to you, missy!” I whipped my head around to the man, glaring.

“Fuck off.” My voice came out sharp and I saw as all the men shrunk back, their gazes avoidant.

I switched my bike on, the engine rumbling to life, its roar music to my ears. I revved before turning away, a screech resounding.

I weaved slowly though the road, stopping at the red light. Nervousness came off in waves from Brian, the previous warmth now entering an icy cold. I let go of a handle to place my hand over his, he jumped and I patted his hand, before moving it to my waist.

“You’ll fly off that way.” I looked at him from the corner of my eye, his green eyes concerned. So naive. He flushed himself closer to me, the drumming of his heart resonating on my back. He balled his hands, some of the fabric of my dress getting caught in his fingers.

I felt as his anxiety ebbed away the wavelength of his essence returning to normal.

“You okay?” Brian’s voice came next to my ear, soft. His warmth intensified. I pushed forward as the light turned.

“Yeah, not the first time I’ve been talked to like that.”

“Oh.” Brian remained quiet the rest of the ride.

My heart raced as I drew closer to home, a few feet more and I could eat.

I parked in the driveway and patted Brian’s hands. He moved stiffly, panic rolling off him. I shook my head and got off releasing a huff, before taking off my helmet from his head.

“I’m surprised it fit you. Men have really big heads sometimes.” He puffed a laugh, a small smile appearing.

I extended my hand and dragged him off, “Come on.” I gave him a coy smile as I opened the front door. I placed my helmet by the small cabinet in the entrance and kicked off my heels, my feet screaming in relief. The things I do to eat. Brian followed after me awkwardly as I went into the kitchen.

“You can sit in the living room. You want a drink?” I reached for a cupboard taking some wine out.

“Do you have sparkling water?”

“Yeah.”

"Can I have some?" I nodded and poured my wine, before opening the refrigerator and getting a bottle. I took our drinks and saw him sitting on my long sofa, exploring the living room, he was picking at his hand again.

“Nervous?” I handed him the bottle. He twisted the cap and drank a big gulp. I downed my wine and set the glass down on the coffee table. I stood in front of him, adrenaline pumping through my veins. He closed the bottle and looked down at his lap. I took the bottle and placed it next to my glass.

“I’ve never done anything like this.” Brian’s heart hammered in his chest, I was almost convinced he had tachycardia, if not for the red tint on his ears and cheeks. I bent down, the fabric of my dress giving him a view. His eyes flickered to my chest for a moment, before he looked away again, a blush went down his neck.

“I won’t do anything you don’t like, Brian.” His glassy eyes turned to me, they sparkled like emeralds. A small shriek emanated from his throat as I sat on his lap, he turned his head further away, the skin atop his jugular bouncing with each pump of his heart. My mouth salivated at the view.

I placed an arm beside his head, my hand relaxing in the air. I used my other hand to turn him towards me, my thumb caressed his cheek, it felt like fire against my cool hand.

“Hey, I won’t bite.” I whispered against his lips before planting mine on his. He stiffened like a board as a squeak left his throat, I felt his hands trembling against my stomach. My lips kissed at his jugular a quiet moan escaping him, I looked beyond him at my hand, my nails growing into onyx claws. My veins turned black looking like snakes slithering up my arm.

I caught his hands with my human hand, they felt cold again. “Hey, relax.” Brian inhaled deeply, exhaling a shaky sigh. I caressed the back of his head, careful of my claws. “Wanna try again?” He gave a small nod, while swallowing hard.

I inched closer again, his body relaxing by the second. His lips relaxed against mine, the nervousness he felt mixing with something stronger. I let go of his hands and brought my arm beside his head. His essence poured out of him, it tasted sweet on my tongue, overwhelmingly so that a Kissabel Apple couldn’t compare.

Slowly, I slithered my clawed hand to his chest, pressing softly. I felt my other hand transform, the same black brewed up my arm. He parted with a pant, before seeing my hand.

“What–”

“It won’t hurt, I promise, Brian.” I pushed my nails into his chest, seeing his face contort into confusion and betrayal. I pressed harder on his sternum and it gave way crunching like the shell of roasted peanuts. Blood spilled from his mouth, he gasped for air, but it was useless as my other hand covered his mouth. The metallic smell of his blood filled my nose, yet the sweetness was still there.

Looking him in the eyes, I twisted and closed my hand around his sternum, the sound of his shirt ripping and skin squelching filled my ears as I pulled back to expose his heart. There it is! Brian cried, the sound trapping in his mouth. Tears spilled from his eyes at the same time that drool came out of my mouth like a river. He flailed as blood gushed from the gap on his chest.

Humans don’t see it, but creatures like me see how pure someone's heart truly is. A human’s heart bears a mark that creatures from the dark and light are only able to see. It shines golden and Brian’s mark shone the brightest out of anyone previous.

I took in Brian appearance. He looked ashen, the honey color of his skin fading. A sheen of sweat permeated his body. He struggled to breathe, his own blood clogging his throat and seeping through my fingers.

I let go of his mouth, a hacking cough splattering me, his blood was saccharine like a spoonful of sugar. I felt my fangs grow protruding out of my mouth, along with my tongue morphing into a fork, tasting the air like a snake does.

I placed my hand at the base of his throat using it as leverage as my blackened hand sunk into his chest, grasping the warm thump of his heart onto my palm. I pulled, hearing the exquisite squelch of his heart being ripped from his body.

Brian inhaled pitiful gasps, pain, betrayal, and forgiveness in his gaze. I brought his heart to my mouth and licked over the mark, a burst of purity setting on my tongue like oil.

I looked into Brian’s eyes as I bit into his heart, his blood running down in dark rivulets. He inhaled a final breath as the light faded from his eyes. His body slumped against my sofa, nothing remained of him anymore.

I gorged myself on his heart, staring at the now drying mess. What we do to eat, Ezra. Soon, I felt my body hum with the soul of his innocence, my black veins filling with golden light. My fangs retracted, teeth going back to normal, I was no longer hungry. I was full. I was at peace.

I was whole.

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Why Pineapple Syrup Is the Secret Ingredient Your Kitchen Needs

When it comes to adding a touch of tropical sweetness to your dishes, Pineapple Syrup is the ultimate secret ingredient that can elevate your cooking to new heights. Whether you’re enhancing breakfast treats, whipping up a delicious marinade, or crafting unique cocktails, this versatile syrup packs a punch of flavor that’s both sweet and tangy. In the USA, CoolRunningsFoods offers high-quality Pineapple Syrup that can transform ordinary dishes into something extraordinary. Let’s explore why Pineapple Syrup is a must-have in your kitchen and the many ways you can use it.

What is Pineapple Syrup?

Pineapple Syrup is a sweet, concentrated liquid made from pineapple juice, often used as a flavor enhancer in various recipes. It captures the tropical essence of fresh pineapple, with a delightful balance of sweetness and acidity. CoolRunningsFoods Pineapple Syrup brings the true taste of the tropics right to your home, offering endless possibilities for creative cooking in the USA.

1. Perfect for Pancakes and Waffles

Forget traditional maple syrup—Pineapple Syrup is a delicious alternative for your breakfast favorites. The tangy sweetness of the syrup pairs perfectly with pancakes, waffles, or even French toast, giving your morning meal a tropical twist.

How to Use:

Drizzle Pineapple Syrup over a stack of pancakes or waffles for an instant flavor upgrade.

For an extra touch, top with fresh fruit like bananas, strawberries, or even more pineapple slices.

Serve with whipped cream or yogurt for a balanced breakfast treat.

The next time you're looking to add excitement to your breakfast routine, reach for Pineapple Syrup instead of your usual go-to syrups.

2. A Tropical Boost for Cocktails

If you're a fan of tropical drinks, Pineapple Syrup is the ultimate ingredient to take your cocktails to the next level. Its vibrant, fruity flavor complements a wide range of spirits, from rum to vodka, and adds just the right amount of sweetness to your drink without overpowering it.

How to Use:

Mix Pineapple Syrup with rum, lime juice, and a splash of soda water for a refreshing Pineapple Mojito.

Add a spoonful to your Pina Colada for extra sweetness and flavor.

Create a tropical punch by combining Pineapple Syrup with orange juice, cranberry juice, and your favorite spirit.

Whether you're hosting a party or enjoying a quiet evening at home, cocktails made with CoolRunningsFoods Pineapple Syrup are sure to impress.

3. Delicious Dessert Topping

Pineapple Syrup isn’t just for drinks and breakfast—it also makes an incredible dessert topping. Its sweet and tangy flavor is perfect for enhancing everything from ice cream to cakes.

How to Use:

Drizzle Pineapple Syrup over vanilla ice cream or frozen yogurt for a quick and easy dessert.

Use it as a topping for cheesecake or pound cake to add a tropical flair.

Add it to a fruit salad for an extra layer of sweetness.

The versatility of Pineapple Syrup makes it an easy way to give your desserts a burst of tropical flavor, turning everyday treats into something special.

4. Adds Depth to BBQ Marinades and Glazes

One of the lesser-known uses for Pineapple Syrup is its ability to enhance savory dishes, particularly in BBQ marinades and glazes. The sweetness of the syrup balances out the smokiness of grilled meats, while its acidity helps tenderize tougher cuts of meat.

How to Use:

Combine Pineapple Syrup with soy sauce, garlic, and ginger for a flavorful marinade for chicken, pork, or shrimp.

Use it as a glaze for ribs or grilled chicken by brushing it on during the last few minutes of cooking for a caramelized finish.

Mix Pineapple Syrup into your BBQ sauce to give it a sweet and tangy kick.

CoolRunningsFoods Pineapple Syrup is an excellent addition to your grilling arsenal, adding tropical flavors that pair perfectly with smoky, savory meats.

5. Great for Smoothies and Juices

Pineapple Syrup is also a fantastic way to add tropical flavor to smoothies and fresh juices. Its natural sweetness eliminates the need for added sugars, while the pineapple flavor enhances the fruity taste of your favorite blends.

How to Use:

Add a spoonful of Pineapple Syrup to your morning smoothie for a burst of tropical flavor. It pairs well with ingredients like bananas, mangoes, and coconut milk.

Mix it into fresh juice blends like orange, carrot, or apple for an extra touch of sweetness and complexity.

Use it as a sweetener for iced teas or lemonades to create a refreshing summer drink.

Adding Pineapple Syrup to your beverages not only enhances the taste but also offers a natural alternative to processed sweeteners.

6. Easy to Incorporate into Baking

For those who love to bake, Pineapple Syrup is an exciting ingredient that can elevate cakes, muffins, and other baked goods. It adds moisture, flavor, and sweetness to baked recipes, without the need for extra sugar or syrups.

How to Use:

Swap traditional sugar syrups for Pineapple Syrup in cake recipes for a tropical twist.

Drizzle Pineapple Syrup over cupcakes or muffins as a glaze for a moist, fruity finish.

Use it to flavor frosting, whipped cream, or fillings in layered cakes.

CoolRunningsFoods Pineapple Syrup makes baking even more fun, offering a unique way to add tropical flair to your favorite recipes.

7. Perfect for Savory Dishes

Pineapple Syrup isn’t just for sweets—it also works wonders in savory dishes, adding a touch of sweetness that complements the spices and richness of many meals. It pairs especially well with Asian-inspired dishes.

How to Use:

Use Pineapple Syrup as a glaze for roasted vegetables like carrots, sweet potatoes, and Brussels sprouts.

Add it to stir-fry sauces for a sweet and tangy balance.

Mix it into salad dressings with olive oil, vinegar, and herbs for a tropical twist on vinaigrette.

Whether you’re grilling, roasting, or stir-frying, Pineapple Syrup from CoolRunningsFoods in the USA adds depth and complexity to any savory dish.

Conclusion

Pineapple Syrup is an incredibly versatile ingredient that can transform both sweet and savory dishes. From pancakes and cocktails to BBQ marinades and desserts, this syrup is a must-have in your kitchen for adding a burst of tropical flavor. CoolRunningsFoods Pineapple Syrup, available in the USA, offers the authentic taste of the tropics in a convenient form, making it easy to elevate your cooking and baking.

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Frozen Cocktails Market Key Highlights and Future Opportunities till 2031

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The Match - Part 7

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k (woops the longest part yet)

Summary: You finally decide to lower your pride and talk things out with Bucky.

Warnings: SMUT IS BACK BABIES! Oral (f receiving), edging, orgasm denial, also lots of alcohol consumption, Bucky stalking you, annoying people I guess? Uhhh y’all might want to strangle me at the end lmfaooooo

A/N: I’m gonna be honest, every single time I update this I get nervous as fuck because what if this story starts to suck lmao but okay I just hope everyone’s still enjoying this story. Thank you for the continuous support like fuck??? People actually like reading my shit so I’m really flattered. Sending y’all sloppy kisses ‘cause I’m a hoe like that

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

"Uhh you might want to slow down on the drinks."

Mark was right about the bar serving the best drinks. It was actually a Mexican-themed bar which also served Tex-Mex food. The drinks were so good that the main course hasn't even arrived yet and you were already on your third frozen margarita.

"Let me have this, Mark. It's been a pretty shitty week." you told him, finishing up your drink before asking the waiter for another round.

Mark watched you with a funny look on his face, the kind that was baffled at the way you were acting now. He probably thought you were all prim and proper, given your demeanor at the office. But with the way you were stuffing your mouth with chicken quesadillas, you were far from being the department head that everybody seemed to respect.

Stress eating. That was what you were doing, because holy shit did you get on Bucky's last nerve. With the message, no, more like warning, that he sent you earlier, you might as well have your last meal before your execution.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mark carefully asked but there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he watched you eat.

You hummed, mouth full of food. "Totally okay. These quesadillas are the bomb, actually."

Mark laughed, "It's good that you're enjoying the food. I'll be honest, I really appreciate that you agreed to go on this date. I mean, if you even would like to call it that." he explained, much to your relief actually.

You swallowed your food and took a sip from your glass of water, "Thank you." you told him. "Well, this can be a date. A friendly one, of course." you awkwardly chuckled.

Mark nodded, "I don't want to pressure you into anything. I guess I got a little to enthusiastic earlier and I'm really sorry for that. It's just that...you're a really interesting person and you're cool." he admitted with a charming smile.

If Bucky was out of the picture, you would have actually swooned at Mark's charm. He wasn't so bad, he was tall and handsome. He oozed a certain charm, the nice guy kind of charm and any girl would really appreciate the honesty he was showing you now.

You smiled at him, "You're pretty cool too, Mark."

The friendly date was very fun, you definitely didn't expect to enjoy it to the point of forgetting about Bucky's warning. Mark was a nice guy, you realized. Bucky doesn't have to worry about him because it was never even your intention to make him jealous in the first place.

By the time the dessert was being served, you were bellowing from laughter. You literally had tears in your eyes from how hard Mark was making you laugh with his hilarious stories.

Little did you know that from someone else's point of view, you looked like you were having the time of your life with Mark. Your laughter, the ease you were exuding as the both of you talked-- it was very easy to misunderstand.

Especially if that point of view belonged to none other than Bucky, who was sitting silently inside his car that was parked right across the bar.

"Oh god, I can't breathe!" you exclaimed amid your laughter, leaning back against your seat.

Mark heaved out a shy, "That was really, really embarassing." he said timidly.

Mark's phone buzzed in the middle of the conversation, his face turning into a frown as he read the message.

"Hey, everything okay?" you worriedly asked.

"It's my younger sister. I'm needed back home." he explained with a sigh.

"Is everything okay?" you asked worriedly, holding Mark's arm to comfort him.

Mark nodded, "It's fine. It's just a little family emergency." he said before offering you an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I can drop you off on the way home--"

"Hey, it's fine. You can go. I'll be fine. Your family needs you." you reassured with a smile.

Mark sighed, "I'll make it up to you next time." he said, fishing out a couple of bills from his wallet.

You walked out of the bar with Mark and bid goodbye, giving him a friendly hug before he slipped inside his car. As soon as Mark drove off, you headed back inside the bar and ordered a couple of shots because you badly needed to get Bucky off your mind.

Your head was pounding when you stirred awake, your throat burning and vision spinning as you opened your eyes. The light that greeted you made you hiss, pulling the covers over your head you tried to get back to your slumber.

Until you realized that the bed was soft, too soft to be your own. And when did you even own a duvet?

Slowly but surely, you sat up and looked around you, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. This was definitely not your room. Shit, did you sleep with Mark? Fuck no, you remembered him going home early due to a family emergency.

You squeezed your temples and shut your eyes, trying your best to recall everything that happened after you went back to the bar. Flashes of tequila shots and glasses of mojitos made you dizzy. Jesus christ, how many did you drink?!

And then you threw up in the streets as you attempted to walk home. Shit. Someone pulled your hair back while you puked and then there was nothing but darkness.

Pulling the duvet down, you noticed that you weren't wearing anything but a white shirt and your panties. You lifted the shirt up to your nose and sniffed it.

The scent was too memorable to forget.

"I thought you wouldn't be up until the afternoon."

You stilled at the sound of Bucky's voice and you almost didn't want to look up from your lap when he walked into his bedroom. How the hell did you end up at his place?!

"Four frozen margaritas, two shots of tequila and two tall glasses of mojito. I'm surprised you're still alive." he said as he stood at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

He was wearing a tight black shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. This was the most casual you'd ever seen Bucky, but also the most feral. You thought that the scowl he gave you at the elevator was the worst, apparently, this Bucky in front of you, seemed the most dangerous.

"Why am I here?" you asked softly.

Bucky rolled his eyes and walked over to the bed side table, fetching the glass of water and a bottle of painkillers that you failed to notice when you woke up.

"Drink." he commanded and waited for you to take the glass before moving back to stand at the foot of the bed.

Your eyes never left Bucky's when you popped a pill into your mouth. After drinking water, you carefully placed it back on the bedside table and exhaled heavily.

"What happened last night?" you asked again.

"Your date left you." Bucky said, matter of factly.

You snickered, "It wasn't a date and Mark didn't le--"

Your very own squeal cut your statement off when Bucky threw the duvet aside, grabbing your ankle and pulling you towards the edge of the bed until your legs were hanging off. He didn't waste any time to kneel in between your thighs, holding your neck in place as his nose brushed against yours.

Your lids fluttered at the closeness, his scent yet again invading your senses, making you lose all your inhibitions because fuck, it's been too fucking long.

"Let me have this, please..." Bucky whispered against your lips.

When you failed to respond, Bucky took it as his go signal to crash his lips against yours. You knew this was a bad idea because one taste of Bucky and you're gone and yet you let him take what he needed from you.

Because you needed him just as much. So you kissed him back fervently, your fingers carding through his hair as you tugged him closer, wanting to feel and taste all of him.

Bucky breathily chuckled when you whined as he pulled away, only to shower your neck with open-mouthed kisses which made your body buzz with need. Your head was still hurting and you felt like you were going to pass out from dizziness but fuck it, you couldn't care less. Especially not now when Bucky was now nipping at your inner thigh while his hands were spreading you wide open.

All your thoughts flew right out of the window the moment Bucky pushed your underwear aside, his mouth quickly latching over your clit. A needy, raspy moan escaped your lips when Bucky sucked your bud followed by his tongue flattening against your folds.

"Fuck, Bucky..." you breathed out, falling down on your back as he continued lapping up your pussy.

You'd almost forgotten how fucking good Bucky was with his mouth and tongue. You elicited another whimper when he pulled back, but only to stand up and pull down his sweatpants, revealing his cock-- already hard and weeping with pre-cum.

In one swift motion, Bucky slid into your cunt. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing your moans as you adjusted to his size. With how your pussy was clenching down on his cock, you realized that indeed, it's been too fucking long.

Bucky moved slow at first, letting you adjust to him before he began to speed up his thrusts. His breathing was erratic, soft grunts and growls reverberating from his chest as he fucked you. You gripped his forearms when he started pistoling his hips into yours, the head of his cock kissing your cervix.

"Want you to watch me fuck you." he growled, pulling you up to lean against your elbows.

Bucky held your neck with both his hands, forcing you to look down at your pussy while his cock slides in and out of it. Your face scrunched into pleasure, your mouth open as moans and whimpers continued to escape past your lips.

"Keep your eyes on my cock, see how your pussy takes all of it." Bucky demanded as he fucked you relentlessly.

Your thighs began to tremble, your entire body thrumming from pleasure. You tried to keep your eyes open as you watched Bucky fuck you fast and hard. Clawing at his biceps, you held on for dear life when you felt yourself teeter at the edge of your climax.

"Gonna cum, Bucky..." you moaned as your eyelids fluttered.

Bucky kissed your hard, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth before tugging at it. He pressed a soft kiss beneath your ear, licking at your skin before sucking your earlobe.

"Remember this when that Marcus fails to fuck you real good." he whispered and then pulled out just before you could even cum.

You blinked, unable to process what just happened. Bucky stood up and pulled his sweatpants back up. He rubbed his chin angrily before turning to you.

"You really blew me off to be with a guy who left you at the bar." he said.

Bucky really seduced you, fucked you raw only to edge you and deny you of your fucking orgasm. And now he was reprimanding you? While your legs were spread, panties pushed aside and your wet pussy out there for the world to see. You quickly adjusted your underwear, pulled your shirt down and sat up.

"What the fuck, Bucky?" you hissed. "First of all, his name is Mark. Second, he didn't leave me at the bar!" you exclaimed before you realized something.

"Wait, how did you know?" you asked, finally realizing that Bucky seemed to know everything that took place last night. "Bucky, did you follow me at the bar? Is this why I'm here?" you asked, standing up to come face to face with him.

Bucky shrugged, "So what if I did? If I didn't, you'd wake up in the streets, in your own vomit because again, you went for a guy who couldn't even bring her girl home. You should actually thank me." he said.

"Thank you!" you yelled. "I appreciate you bringing me back to your place. I really do." you said, calmly this time. "But can you please not bring Mark into this because he's a nice guy." you explained, squeezing the bridge of your nose.

Bucky snorted, "You call that nice? He left you!" he said again.

"He didn't! There was an emergency, for fuck's sake! He needed to go home and I said I can take care of myself." you said. "I shouldn't even be explaining myself to you yet I am because you're being really irrational right now." you scolded Bucky.

Bucky shook his head, "You really expect me to believe you? I saw how you laughed with him, how carefree you looked when you talked. How you caressed his arm and you're asking me not to bring Mickey into this conversation?"

You hid your face into your palms, "It wasn't a date, Bucky. We both made it clear. And he's a good person, I enjoyed talking to him. That's it. And again, it's Mark." you said through gritted teeth.

"Not a date my ass, you were flirting with him." Bucky accused.

You scoffed, "I wasn't flirting with him! I was casually talking to him like how a friend would! How hard is that to understand, Bucky?!" you exclaimed.

"You were never like that with me!"

"It's because we did nothing but fuck each other, Bucky!"

"That's why I wanted to make it official but you said no!"

"I already told you the reason why!"

"And yet you went out with a co-worker!"

"We're not just co-workers, Bucky. You're my fucking boss! The fucking CEO! How many times do I have to...you know what, it's useless for me to even explain it again to you." you said.

Bucky chuckled bitterly, "You're going to regret this." he said with a sinister smirk.

"Why can't you understand where I'm coming from?" you asked exasperatedly.

"Maybe because you won't let me help you." he said confidently. "And you know what I hate the most about this thing we have? It's that you want me too but you're too stubborn to give in. And you know what? I'll make sure you do." Bucky said, towering over you and staring deeply in your eyes.

"What I want, I always get."

The weekend passed by like a blur-- a huge, messy blur that made your head and heart hurt. You wanted to spend the weekend to ponder on things, to forget about Bucky even for just a while and now that was impossible after everything that happened.

You caved in first, that was for sure. And the thing is, you don't even regret it but then Bucky exploded and now everything seemed to have gotten worse. You understood why he was so mad at Mark, poor guy though, but he wouldn't even listen to you when you said that the date wasn't even a legitimate one!

"What the fuck did I get myself into?" you uttered under your breath as you sat in your car in the parking.

You began to analyze the situation you were in and drew out possible solutions to your dilemma. Nothing a good conversation can't solve, right? So maybe talking things out with Bucky properly would make things right. The previous conversations you had with him were always too emotional with both your egos getting in the way.

Alright fine, you'd tone down your pride for Bucky this time around and tell him that you do want to be with him. It's just that the repercussions scared the living daylights out of you.

You can't afford to lose your job nor everyone's respect. So if you were going to do this with Bucky, he has to understand that he has to be really careful. Everything must be done in secret, for the meantime at least.

"That sounds about right." you sighed, feeling hopeful that this might actually work out.

The shift in your mood gave you a little bounce as you walked into the building. You were confident that maybe Bucky was able to calm down over the weekend. Perhaps today was a good day to have a decent talk with him.

As soon as you reached your floor, you hurriedly went to your cubicle to drop your things. The earlier you get to talk to Bucky, the better. So as soon as you were done, you jogged back to the elevator excitedly, unable to notice how everyone seemed to be preoccupied gossiping about something.

Your heart was pounding as you walked along the corridor leading to Bucky's office. Fuck, you were really going to risk it all for one Bucky Barnes. You were a few steps away from the door, ready to reach for the knob when an unfamiliar voice called your attention.

"I'm sorry?" you asked, turning around.

"Sir James said not to let anyone disturb him right now." you were met with the presence of a blonde girl who looked younger than you, an intern maybe?

You nodded but then spared another glance at Bucky's office. "Yeah, I uhh need to talk to him. It's usually not a problem for me to barge into his office." you explained with a soft chuckle.

The girl made a face, "I'm sorry, but I'm just following Sir James' orders." she explained, walking around the desk near Bucky's office.

"I don't think we've met. Are you an intern?" you asked, trying to be as nice as much as possible.

The girl giggled, straight on giggled cutely and stood up again. She excitedly extended an arm for an overly eager handshake, "I'm Beverly. I'm Sir James' secretary. It's my first job!"

You blinked, "Oh...oh uh what happened to Amelie?" you asked, curious about Bucky's previous secretary.

Beverly tilted her head, "I don't know. I just got a call over the weekend from Sir James, offering me the job so I accepted it. I mean, he is pretty cute. Right?" she said in a soft voice.

Is this Bucky's plan? To hire a younger, more bubbly secretary who'd follow his every order? Someone who was the complete opposite of you? Because if this was his plan to get you to cave, it wasn't working. At all.

Sure, Beverly was pretty and young and very chirpy. But you were sure she wasn't Bucky's type. He was never into obedient little girls, hell, your defiance turned Bucky on. This was definitely not working.

You didn't know why, but instead of relief you felt even more nervous. Because if this wasn't Bucky's threat to you, what could it be? You snapped out of your pessimism, maybe Bucky came around over the weekend too?

Only one way to find out.

"Beverly..." you carefully said. "I'm just going to go inside. And don't worry, I'll make sure that Mister Barnes won't get mad at you. This is all me, alright?" you reassured.

Beverly pouted and sighed, "I don't know, because he was very clear with his instructions. And he's talking to--"

"I got you, Bev. I'm going in now." you said, cutting her off and then going straight for Bucky's office.

Taking in a deep breath, you pushed the door open and wasted no time to talk.

"Hey, I really need to talk to you. I thought about--"

"Oh, who's this little lady?"

Your eyes widened upon seeing Bucky in the company of another woman. She looked like she was around your age, except that she was taller and had legs for days. Her brunette hair reached past her shoulders in lovely waves. She was wearing a white chiffon blouse paired with a pair of black trousers and matching stilettos.

She oozed the charm of a lady boss. The way she carried herself reminded you of someone but you just couldn't point out who it was.

"I'm sorry to interrupt." you said, straightening up and turning to look over at Bucky who lifted a brow at you.

That fucking look of mischief.

"I told Beverly not to let anyone in." he said.

"I just wanted to--"

"Oh come on now, Bucky. Don't be so grumpy this early, you were about to call everyone for a meeting anyway." the woman said, turning to you with a smile.

Did she just call him...Bucky?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Bucky rolled his eyes and sighed, "Yeah, well you're already here might as well introduce you first."

You narrowed your eyes at Bucky in confusion, "I don't understand what's going on." you said.

Bucky stood up from his chair and walked over to the other woman, standing beside her. Seeing them side by side was making you feel things. You haven't even seen them interact that much but you were already sensing that you were going to hate their dynamics.

"This is Mackenzie. I hired her to help us out on a huge project which I will be discussing with the entire team this morning." Bucky introduced a little too proudly for your liking.

Mackenzie offered her hand, "You can just call me Kenzie. I'm a marketing consultant. And you are?" she asked.

Your blood boiled, your eye twitched and your heart ached. Because now you realized who it was that Mackenzie reminded you of when it came to her charisma.

You.

And not only did she have a similar personality to yours-- confident and had authority-- but she also seemed to be here to take the one thing you worked so hard for.

You offered a smile, taking Mackenzie's hand in yours as you mentioned your name, your piercing eyes glancing over at Bucky.

"I'm the head of marketing."

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merrybrides · 2 years ago

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Glam Safari Bridal Shower Ideas

Imagine you’re walking into a bridal shower – or any party really. What’s the first thing you’re going to look for? (Apart from scanning the room for a familiar face.)

That’s right…. The DRINKS!

And this, my friend, is why creative drink stations are a fantastic way to greet your guests. You give them something fun to *drink in* (pun intended!) right from the start and kick off their experience at your party in style.

Read on for 5 helpful tips for bringing CREATIVE drink stations to life.

The key is to keep things stylish AND functional – and to have fun with the design process yourself along the way!

1. Theme Style and Color

This is where you decide on the look you want for your station – the Theme, Style, & Colors – and the details REALLY matter here. For example, if you’re planning a wild animal theme, do you want a rustic and jungle-y look or something that leans boho, edgy, glam, etc? Same thought process with the colors. Getting ultra-specific right from the start will make the rest of your creative decisions so much easier.

For this safari theme, I went with “bold girlie glam” for the style and a color palette of “mainly black & white, with accents of soft pink and gold”.

2. Signature Drinks

Serve 2-3 signature drinks that coordinate with your party theme through their colors, flavors, or both. (These would be in addition to basics like ice water and soda or tea, which can be served in a separate area, usually in coolers.)

For this safari-inspired bridal shower, recipes we used:

Pink Safari Cocktail – a fruity peach & berry cocktail punch

Master of Mixes White Peach Mixer (1 bottle)

Berry Punch* (3/4 gallon)

Vodka (1 liter)

Pour ingredients into a drink dispenser and mix well. Garnish with frozen strawberries & sliced peaches. *I used this punch by Minute Maid.

Note: Using frozen fruits for the garnish helps keep the punch cold without watering it down! I used two (16 oz) bags of peaches and 1 bag of strawberries.

Mojito Love – a sparkling mocktail punch

Master of Mixes Mojito Mixer (1 bottle)

Club Soda (1 liter)

Lemon-lime Soda (1 to 2 liters*)

Ice

Pour ingredients into a drink dispenser and mix well. Garnish with generous amounts of lime wheels and mint leaves.

Note: The amount of lemon lime soda you use is flexible, depending on your personal taste (and how much room is in your beverage dispenser!). And of course, you can also swap out the club soda for white rum to turn this into a cocktail punch.

Mini Espresso Martinis – (love the dark-roasted coffee color of these!)

Master of Mixes Espresso Mixer (1 part)

Coffee Liquer (1 part)

Vodka (1 part)

Mix chilled ingredients in a pitcher with ice. Garnish with whipped cream and chocolate shavings right before serving.

Note: Although I love a good shaken martini, it’s not always realistic to go that route when you need to make a bunch of them at once. I mixed these up big-batch-style in a pitcher, then poured them into disposable glasses. For larger parties, it’s smart to have a 2nd pitcher ready to go and chilled in the fridge…. makes it easy to pour more or refill when you need to.

Your signature drinks don’t need to be complicated to be awesome.

In fact, it’s kind of extra-awesome when they aren’t. (Speaking from experience here!)

I used flavored mixers from Master of Mixes to make each of these signature drinks.

White Peach Mixer for the Pink Safari

Espresso Mixer for the Martinis

Mojito Mixer for the Mojito Love Mocktail

The mixers made the drinks WAY easier to prepare, and they all tasted delicious!

I garnished the espresso martinis with whipped cream and chocolate shavings and served them “grab and go” style. (When serving drinks this way, it’s smart to have a backup pitcher of pre-mixed drinks chilling in the fridge so you can easily fill more glasses when the tray gets low.)

Beverage dispensers are one of my all-time favorite “party tools”. They keep the drinks flowing, are easy to decorate with creative trims, and look gorgeous filled with easy, colorful garnishes like citrus wheels, mint leaves, and sliced fruit!

3. Height & Balance

Creating different levels of height makes a HUGE impact on the overall look of any drink station. All of the “risers” on this table are actually wooden floral/plant containers turned upside down.

As a general starting point, I usually divide my tables into horizontal front and back “zones”. Elevating items in the left/right areas of one zone and the middle zone of the other is an easy way to create a balanced overall look.

4. Backdrop & Decor

Backdrops can be an intimidating thing to figure out for ANY type of styled party table. Here’s a fun trick: about 90% of the time, I use fabric shower curtains for my backdrops! They come in tons of great patterns and are usually less expensive than buying several yards of material.

Balloon garlands are another great option for backdrops. Plus, they’re super inexpensive. This simple garland is made from marbled and solid color balloons strung together (through the balloon tails) with a needle and fishing wire.

Decorative accents on this table included things like bold black & white patterned vases, toy animal figurines spray painted gold, sparkly cups and straws, and interesting textured trims (like tassels and faux fur). BTW – the “vase” holding the straws is actually a toothbrush holder!

Animals sipping cocktails! I love including elements of “surprise & delight” at a party table whenever possible. The playful little displays in the “back zone” on either side of this table are definitely an example of this.

They’re made from inexpensive wall shelves (found at Marshalls) + animal head wall decorations/hangers (Target, $6 each). The animal heads are attached to the wall shelves with zip ties and sipping “party drinks” constructed from bud vases filled with glitter.

5. Printables

Last but not least, are the paper details! Printables are always the perfect finishing touch that really brings a theme to life.

The printable elements used on this station include Silhouettes (hearts & animals on the backdrop), 8×10 Sign, 4×6 Sign, Large Labels (on the drink dispensers), and Tent Cards (for Espresso Martinis). The Printables can be purchased here.

Bridal Shower Printables

Wild About You printables can be purchased here! Use them to add instant style and personalized details to your party. You can edit the custom text yourself – right on the website – whenever (and as often as) you need to!

* Special thank you to Hostess With the Mostess for sharing this fun bridal shower idea with us.

#bridal shower #bridalshower #safari bridal shower #African safari bridal shower #african safari theme #safaribridalshower

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bucksfucks · 4 years ago

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𝐟𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐮𝐩

every month i like to highlight the amazing works i’ve been able to read on this platform. the order which they are in mean nothing—they are all equally amazing and i love them all dearly.

please make sure to check them out and remember to reblog and comment on them; it will make a writers day!

additionally, please read ALL warnings attached to all pieces.

luv you all & enjoy xoxo

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

and he is there... ; @bonkywobble ; all i can say is gimmie more!! this is so beautiful, it is truly such a stunning work it may as well be poetry because of how you wrote steve and the reader. i can't get enough i am addicted!

i want to know what love is ; @smutsonian ; nothing could have prepared me for this fic let me tell you that. the angst mixed with the love was everything i could have ever wanted and more!

did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? ; @speechlessxx ; i’m glad that we can all agree that we all hate steve’s ending because it was trash but this fic was exactly what i needed to soothe my broken heart (even if it broke it even more) ugh this was great!

i’ll always want you sweetheart ; @autumnrose40 ; literally alpha!steve is my kink what the fuck this was so hot i can’t even put into words how much i needed this

scenting home ; @sweetflowerdreams ; i warned you guys that alpha!steve was my kink and uhhh i really meant it because i needed this!! this series is amazing i love it with all my heart!!

we might be falling in love ; @sunstalgia ; uhm yes hello i will be needing like three business days to recover from this because it went from sweet and mushy to my panties are on the ground and i am here for it!!!

compromise ; @steebsbabygirl ; thigh riding??? yup i’m already hooked this was so unbelievably hot i am a mess and only daddy!steve can help me please and thanks wowowowow

𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

friend u can keep (f.u.c.k) ; @mariahthelioness29 ; this was so delicious oh my god the way it's written is fantastic and the ending is just so sweet and wholesome it felt like i got a huge hug at the end!

spilled wine ; @sunmoonandbucky ; bye i'm sorry but the talent?? fucking incredible the way this story flowed and the way it was so romantic and i could literally go on forever u are who i look up to wow!

mojitos and leather ; @burninmatches ; this series is everything! seriously! i can’t even spoil anything because it’s so good but i can tell you that it has bucky barnes in a leather jacket so what more could you want!!!

cheek to cheek ; @burninmatches ; this just made me so unconditionally soft and made me feel like everything was alright ugh it was so sweet and fluffy!!

two types of daddy ; @rebeccccccaaa ; this was great! i’m a sucker for fluffy, wholesome smut and this is exactly what you get with this fic and it was phenomenal!!!

𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫

take care ; @afriendlyblackhottie ; this is not only an incredibly emotional piece that's comforting and so well done, but it is hot and everything you could ever look for in a smut. you don't often see andy barber written like this, but this was phenomenal!

a quiet longing ; @thecornerlot ; this was so perfectly written! it was the perfect balance of sweet, but absolutely sinful smut, needless to say it left me hot and bothered but also wanting more!

rules ; @afriendlyblackhottie ; roughsexroughsexroughsexroughsex yes and YES holy fuck this was so fucking good i can’t even begin to tell you how much you need to read this oh myyyyyy

anywhere ; @labella420 ; all i’m saying is that andy could, in fact, give it to me anywhere and i would be happy to oblige this was sosososososo yummy!!!

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞

happy? ; @chrissquares ; so. this one hurt. you tugged on my heart strings in all the right way i don’t know why i’m a sucker for angst yet here i am, in a puddle of my own tears. i just want more!!

you have no idea ; @chrissquares ; no but you don’t understand how much of a slut i am for soft!ransom this was literally the best thing i have ever read in my life soft!ransom OWNS me!!

strawberry shortcake ; @brattycherubwrites ; UHMMMMMM rosie??? your mind?? wow. i am truly in utter shock at how well this was written (not that you don’t always written phenomenally) but this concept is amazing and i literally can’t get enough of it ahhhhh!!

𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

all mine ; @fallinforevans ; dani u are the love of my life and you came with this and attacked me in all the right way i mean this made me hot and sweaty and i had to take a snack break halfway through this was AMAZING

disobeying wife ; @vocalharry ; spanking and a daddy kink? yes ur coming for my throat and i am here for it holy fuck was this good i need a glass of water

𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

can’t sleep ; @emilykjh ; if you ask me if i’ll ever get enough of this fic my answer will always be no i am such a slut for tommy boy and oh my gooodddddd was this fic everything. i mean everything!!!

#fic recs #eleanor’s monthly wrap up #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader it #andy barber x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #chris evans x reader #tom holland x reader

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y0itsbri · 4 years ago

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sunsets and mojitos

squid game s1e6 but if sae byeok and ji yeong had kissed 😙

thanks a million to @messedwithmandy for both the idea and for beta-ing this into something readable!

words: 1.5k

a room full of untrustworthy bastards. that's what she had learned to understand. that is what she grew to know. not from the short but traumatizing time she's spent here, but from life outside -- unforgiving and cruel.

a blur of teal against the nauseating fluorescent lights captured her attention, and a smiling face looked up at hers. smiling.

"then play with me, i'll make sure you win."

"what will you do?"

"whatever it takes."

"what do you see in me?"

"well, i wanted to ask you that."

honesty.

her hand extended and they locked eyes.

genuinity.

they intertwined their hands, binding their fate. the soft fingers that had only known violence and loss now together. sae byeok's long fingers brushed the skin under ji yeong's jacket.

warm.

they entered the game together as partners. sae byeok held a rough exterior while ji yeong appeared collected and confident navigating the streets of the faux town, sunset creeping in behind them.

an announcement rang over the intercom declaring half the players to be eliminated this round, and sae byeok was frozen into time and place alike. the sliver of control they thought they had over the game pulled out from under them.

fucking figured.

the soft lighting bounced off their skin. the warmness of the room suffocating, burning them alive already. hell.

she never would have guessed that hell would have been an eclectic mix of marbles, cheers, screams, and gunshots, but here they were.

sae byeok leaned against the wall. she could feel the rough edges of the bricks scraping her back under the tracksuit. she rubbed over the smooth surfaces of the marbles in her bag, warm from her touch.

"you're just dying to kill me, huh?" ji yeong grinned at her own joke.

they agreed to play one round. which made sense. it was better than toying with fate over and over again.

she knew what she had to do, but how could she turn warm blood cold? the warm heart smiling, buzzing, beating next to hers expectantly.

sae byeok remembered the smile that illuminated her brother's face when they were all together. she so desperately needed to bring them together again because, in truth, she was never here for herself.

in a quick, decisive moment of distraction, sae byeok swiftly pickpocketed ji yeong's bag of marbles. if they were going to wait until the end together, she might as well ensure she wasn't being fucked over one last time.

the coldness wasn't always there. she felt warm when she was with her brother, and she thinks she might have been able to be warm with ji yeong, too, if she didn't have to kill her.

ji yeong could read people in her sleep, call it a special skill if you will. from the moment 240 saw 067, she knew that sae byeok wasn't all that she led on to be. a case she wanted to crack. her interest was heightened as she discretely watched 067's every movement. but now ji yeong’s eyes traced her up and down freely.

sae byeok moved from against her spot on the wall. back towards her still, but on the step two below.

240 and 067, ji yeong and sae byeok, together at last. what a pity the circumstances had to be so tragic.

the stillness and tension that exuded from sae byeok wasn't coldness. it never was. it was fear, pain, longing. sae byeok had something worth fighting for. even if she was in a losing battle, ji yeong envied it nonetheless.

turned out talking about family was a real downer, even when some of sae byeok’s were still alive.

"is there anywhere you wanna go?"

"jeju island," she said to the floor. ji yeong's lips quipped up into a smile. it was endearing.

"don't you think you should dream a little bigger, huh? have a mojito, too."

she felt walls breaking down between them. she scooted down the next step. sae byeok whipped her head like a deer in the headlights and ji yeong held her hands up in surrender.

"like the movie?" she laughed. making eye contact, she slowly moved her hands towards the ends of sae byeok's hair. her fingers brushed through them, lightly. she hummed softly. sae byeok held stiff and tense but after a moment, relaxed into the touch.

"ever seen it?"

sae byeok shook her head no.

"we need to fix that. once we get out of here, we'll have a girls' night out and make mojitos and everything, okay?" and she wanted that, badly.

a hand stilled ji yeong's arm bringing her back to reality.

"oh."

ji yeong's eyes followed where their bodies met and she dropped her hand.

just her fucking luck that she finally had something to pursue and she couldn't even live to see it through. her other hand twiddled the empty pocket of her jacket.

she understood why sae byeok did what she did. she had her brother. maybe she could take her brother and mother to jeju island. maybe they could share mojitos. and when they did, maybe sae byeok would think of her.

she didn't want to allow herself to feel bad over it. not here. not now. not when she had this. her last moments of something.

somewhere in their conversation, sae byeok had turned sideways, almost eye-level with ji yeong now, one step left between them. she sighed.

ji yeong let her eyes wander to her lips, soft and open. she noticed sae byeok's eyes lingering low as well. fuck it. she leaned forward, pressing their lips together quick, a peck. as she pulled back she remained close, but not touching

sae byeok hadn't moved or made eye contact. maybe she misread it. had she ruined their last moments together? she stood and turned to bring some distance when she felt a tug at her arm, grounding her.

ji yeong was backed into the rough wall behind them as her heart raced, insides on fire. the guard lifted his gun, pointing it at sae byeok's head.

they froze, tears threatened to well up in the corner of her eyes. not yet. it was a plead to whatever masochistic god that would allow them to be in a situation like this.

"i'm not hurting her," sae byeok gritted through her teeth. authority from the powerless. "you said we get to choose the game? this is part of our game, got it?"

the silence was deafening as the solider weighed his options.

finally, after a damn-near eternity of careful silence, "accepted." he relaxed his weapon, but didn't give them space. pervy fucker.

ji yeong tilted sae byeok's face down to meet her own, hot breaths between them. she desperately wished this wouldn't be their last kiss, but she's glad they could at least have a first. ji yeong smiled into it, grabbing sae byeok’s waist and pulling her closer, backing herself solid against the wall, eyelashes fluttering under their darkened gaze. her hands all over sae byeok. ji yeong felt her marble bag again. oh.

ji yeong grabbed her wrist, fist clenched.

guilt and remorse overtook sae byeok's face, caught trying to pass the bag back to ji yeong.

"i'm sorry. that wasn't fair of me."

ji yeong smiled, eyes sad.

"i know." a pause, reconsidering her choice of words. "i knew." she nodded and pushed her hand back towards her jacket, "keep them."

"no."

"why not? what's out there for me? i don't have anything waiting for me after this place."

"jeju island." a whisper.

ji yeong brought her hand up to sae byeok's face, "that's your dream, babe. no fun going without you. who else would i drink mojitos with? i don't know how much your brother would enjoy my company."

a sad smile. a sigh. a hand grazing down her cheek.

"he'd love you."

"well, he needs you."

a tear fell down sae byeok's cheek as ji yeong argued against her own fate. sniffles shared between the two of them.

"i have nothing. it's only fair."

"nothing about this is fair."

ji yeong laughed and whispered close to her ear, lips brushing her hair, "don't let them hear you say that or they'll blow your brains out."

"don't."

"it's been an honor to be your partner," she glanced at the clock. they still had ten minutes. "but we're not done playing." it came out as a murmur, slightly rocking each other back and forth, still tangled in each other. their hips pressed together, white sneakers bumping into one another.

ji yeong could swear her heart was in her throat. sae byeok seemed to sense it as she dipped her head down and placed sweet kisses in the crevice of her neck.

the guard stepped closer, keeping his line of sight on the two women, but ji yeong couldn’t care less about his pervy tendencies at this point.

ji yeong tilted her head back and ran her fingers through sae byeok’s hair.

she gently tugged sae byeok's bottom lip between her teeth before their lips slotted together again, this time with more urgency, racing the countdown.

their salty tears mixed and she felt her own lips trembling. their foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath, composure.

"are you scared?"

she bit her lip, nodded her head no.

"please. we still have time to play a fair game, let fate decide."

"i already decided." ji yeong's finger smeared the tear on her cheek, "i said i'll make sure you win. whatever it takes, remember?"

sae byeok dropped her head on ji yeong's shoulder and embraced her tightly.

"you, me, mojitos. wait for me in jeju island, yeah?"

"i'll wait for you." sae byeok nuzzled in as the clock ticked closer to the end.

#squid game #sae byeok #ji yeong #fanfiction #my posts #s1e6 #01x06 #gganbu #s1

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youllneverknowrac · 5 years ago

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Oscar Diaz-Toxic

Hey guys maybe this will have another part? I’m not sure yet, anyways I hope you all enjoy!

One again I have to thank @spookysmujer for helping me with this idea. She’s a real one. Y’all go check her stuff out. She’s amazing!

“Girl fuck that, he knew we were going out tonight. Don’t let Oscar kill your vibe bitch, you’re allowed to have fun every once in a while,”Your best friend Naomi says into your ear as she sits next to you in the booth, your other two friends sitting on the opposite side.

“Yeah Y/N, it’s my birthday. We have to turn up. Besides it’s not like we’re chilling with guys, so he has no reason to trip.” Dina adds with a sigh as she reaches for a chip and dips it into the thick queso that sat in the middle of the table.

“What’s he saying anyways?” Jess questions as she leans forward to listen.

“He said,*Man you know I don’t like when you go out with out me,*”Followed by,*Just come home. I’m not playing, I don’t want you out with your hoe ass friends,* You admit with a groan,”Now he’s asking why am I not replying.”

“Man fuck that, you don’t dog on him when he’s with his own hoe ass friends.” Naomi says after taking a sip of her frozen margarita,”Tell him to chill out. We’re literally just grabbing dinner and then going to a hookah lounge. Maybe a bar. You’ll be home before the sun is even up.”

“You’re right, why do I have to feel guilty for having friends? He’s with his homies almost everyday so why can’t I just have one night to myself.” You say as you read three more messages that he wrote in question of you not answering him,*I’ll be home in a little bit. Quit blowing my line up. I’m with the girls, and that’s it. Stop being crazy.*You type and send with no second thought.

*Who you calling crazy? You better be home after your little dinner. I ain’t gonna wait up all night for you.*

*Then don’t. I have a key.* You text back, Oscar moving you into his crib about two months ago.

‘Nah ima bolt that shit shut and why ain’t yo friends answering me? You really with them or what?’

‘I told them not to answer you psycho. Quit texting them. I will be home in a little bit. BYE.’ You send, Oscar calling two seconds later as you hit decline.

‘Whatever guy your with, I hope he shoots back.’ He sends, causing you to internally scream as you ignore it and toss your phone into your bag.

“I need another mojito.” You mumble as you hold your hand out to get the waiters attention since she was pretty far.

“He will get over it.”

“Yeah, just suck his dick or something when you get home.”

“No don’t reward him for being obsessive.”

You take in all the advice from your friends, letting everything sink in before shaking your head,” I don’t even want to talk about him right now. Can we please just get tipsy so we can head over to the bar and get completely wasted? How does that sound?”

“Hell yeah.” Naomi smiles, picking up her drink and gulping it down in one go.

The Uber driver drops you off after your ‘wild night’. Your friends having been dropped off along the shared ride, all of you completely wasted at this point.

“Thank you sir.” You slur as you grab your purse and search for the door handle in the up coming morning light. The sun wasn’t all the way up yet, so you weren’t technically out all night. Let’s just hope your boyfriend sees it like that. You ignored Oscar all night and when you finally checked your phone in the car you had 26 missed calls and 73 messages from him. You stumble up the driveway and go to the front door, grabbing your key from your bag and trying your best to quietly unlock the door,”Shit.” You mutter as you drop your keys on to the floor, you kick off your heels before picking them up and hanging them on the hook,”Oscar!?” You whisper shout just in case, sighing in relief when you don’t get a response. You pad down the hallway and into the shared bedroom to find him asleep in the bed, a few empty bottles of beer on the night stand along with burnt out roaches in the ashtray. You sneak past him and head into the bathroom, pulling off your tight fitted dress and leaving it on the floor as you step out of it. You quickly wipe your face clean, no make up left behind after you start the shower so the water could warm up. You step in after while and let the hot water run over you, not even realizing that Oscar walked in until the shower curtain in being pulled back minutes later,”Um can I help you? You’re getting water everywhere.” You say startled as you yank the curtain back shut.

“Why you showering? Washing off that other foo?” You hear him say as he leans back against the counter with crossed arms.

“Seriously? Do you really think I’d cheat on you?” You ask as you focus on your wash routine.

“I don’t know, you tell me. You ignore me all night, and don’t come home until 6am. Then when you get here, you hop in the shower. How else am I suppose to take it?”

“Take it by believing me. I told you what I was doing. I have no reason to lie Oscar. I was with my friends the whole night.”

“Nah, I don’t believe that. You’re for the streets, you just proved that to me.”

“I’m for the streets? Just cause I went out one time?” You ask as you work on scrubbing your body,”You literally work the streets, you sale on the streets, these are your fucking streets. Don’t you think you’d have proof if I was out here being unfaithful? That someone would tell you something?”

“Not if you being sly with it. What’s his name then? Who I gotta fight?”

“Yourself, cause you’re the only guy I’ve been with.” You say with a clap of your hands,”Can you get out? I’m not in the mood to argue with you right now.”

“Who’s arguing? I’m just trying to have a discussion on why my girl thinks it’s okay to stay out all night.”

“Oh my god!” You squeal as you shut the water off and open the curtain once more, snatching the towel from Oscar’s outstretched hand with out a thank you,”I’m grown, I can go out if I want to.” You inform him like it’s the most obvious thing,”Quit being so toxic. I can’t even shower in peace because you are so paranoid.”

“Toxic? You females learn one word on the internet and over use it.” He laughs dryly, moving aside as you step out onto the mat,”It ain’t toxic to worry about my women. A women that I love.”

“Worrying about me isn’t, but it is to accuse me of cheating on you. And then have the nerve to come in here and try to ‘talk things’ out when your only intent is to annoy and argue with me.”

“Aver, let me see your neck. Let me see if you letting another vato mark you up.” Oscar says, his statement proving your entire point as he ignores your words.

“Nah, I ain’t dumb. I do all the marking.” You smile sweetly at him as you tighten the towel around your body before spinning around and heading to the closet. If Oscar wanted a fight he definitely has one now.

“What did you just say?” He barks

“I said I do all the marking. I can’t come home with that shit all over my neck, what would I look like.”

“See I knew you were fucking with some one else. Who is it? Yo ex? I’ll fuck him up over you. Don’t play with me.”

“Think what you want.” You shrug as you slip on a pair of underwear,”It seems like you have a bunch of assumptions about me anyway.”

“You didn’t answer me all night! What the fuck else am I going to think!” He bellows again as he watches you pull on one of his shirts to sleep in.

“THINK what you want. I do not care any more. The only thing I currently care about is going to bed. You can either stand here and argue with yourself or you can join me and go back to bed because I know you’re tired.” You sigh as you climb on to the middle of the mattress and snuggle under the blanket, turning your back to him.

“I’ll drop it if you promise you ain’t going back out with them.” He says seriously moments later,”Joker told me all about them and how they get around.” He explains as his voice grows remorseful. Just like it always did when he picked a fight and then apologized minutes later.

“Okay Oscar.” You yawn as you let your eyes close deciding to just agree with whatever he says so you can get to sleep,”I won’t hang out with them again.” You lie, having already made plans for next weekend with them.

“I mean it.”

“So do I.” You say as you feel him climb in behind you.

“I don’t mean to trip mami. I just got jealousy issues...how could I not when I have you as my girl.” He whispers into your ear after while as he pulls you to his chest,”I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything. I know you’d never cheat on me.”

“It’s fine Oscar, can we please just go to sleep? I’m really tired.” You say as you open your eyes and look out the window. Trying to remember a time when things were calmer with you and Oscar. Now it seems like all you guys do is fight, make up, and have sex,”Hm? Yeah, I love you too.” You reply as you hear him mumble it into your ear, your eyes watering as you blink back the tears all while telling yourself that it’ll get better. That it has to get better because you were exhausted at this point and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on to this relationship.

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