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Heart Cinnamon Rolls

Yields 5 rolls

The things you’ll need

  • Pillsbury Grands cinnamon rolls
  • White glaze icing
  • Heart sprinkles
  • 8 inch round cake pan
  • 8 inch round parchments
  • Decorating bag fitted with a #6 tip
  • Baking spray
  • Knife and cutting board
  • Parchment paper

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 350ºF.
  2. Remove cinnamon rolls from canister. Unravel each roll and shape strips into hearts. Arrange in a greased and lined cake pan. The tips of the heart should point towards the center.
  3. Bake for 15 to 17 minutes. Allow to cool in the pan for a few minutes and then transfer to a cutting board to cut out individual cinnamon rolls.
  4. Scoop glaze icing into piping bag and drizzle on top of cinnamon hearts. While the icing is still wet, place sprinkles on top.
  5. TaDa! Here are some sweet hearts for your sweetheart!

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you're taking requests right now but it says ur ask box is open! when you have time could you write noctis/mc pretending to be fake engaged so they can get free wedding cake samples .. I just really like his "cake, baby!" line :)


The two of you planned these days to indulge occasionally – usually around your anniversaries. Staff at the Citadel thought Noctis was planning for the wedding, but when they saw you without an engagement ring on your finger, they were often disappointed. Regis turned a blind eye to it after the first few times his son and you had your “Cake Days”. He knew Noctis had a massive sweet tooth.

Today was no different. Noctis linked arms with you and led you to the dining room, where a long table with plates covered with metal, domed lids waited for the two of you. A small, round table was set up at the end of the longer table, and Noctis pulled out your chair so you could sit before taking the other chair beside yours.

A wedding planner and a few of her attendants filed into the room, all overly enthusiastic greetings and brilliant smiles. Getting a job planning the future king’s wedding was a big one, if she managed to land it. The murmurs of the prince’s attendants outside made the wedding planner nervous, however. Hopefully this wasn’t a farce.

She presented Noctis and yourself with the first cake sample, and went on about the flavor of the buttercream and different cake layers it had while you and the prince each took a few bites. His displeasure matched yours, and he waved for the next one.

You and Noctis played the part of soon to be wed couple all too well. This was partially because you were utterly in love with the prince, just as much as he was with you, and partially because the laughter the two of you shared had the underlying secret that this was the greatest way to get free sweets ever.

With the ninth or tenth cake finished, the wedding planner looked anxiously at the remaining sample and set it on the table for the two of you. Six, they better like it. Her attendants were exchanging a look that didn’t quite register with her, but she paid them no mind. Noctis and your opinions were what mattered.

Curiously, Noctis rotated the plate on the table, seemingly lost in thought. It was definitely prettier than the other cakes the two of you had sampled – a non-traditional cake – black as night, with painstakingly crafted sugar flowers, covering the top,  ivory in color and dusted with edible gold leaf.  A small sphere made from blown sugar rested on top amid the blossoms, sprinkled with gold leaf as well. Noctis shifted in his seat and gestured to the sphere with his fork.

“Do the honors, sweetheart?”

You tapped the tines of your fork against the sugar dome a few times, cracking the fragile shell to find something that definitely was not edible within.

Stunning wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the ring. The band was thin, braided silver, with pave-set diamonds that wrapped around a pale, oval-cut piece of celestite. You stared at it, stunned, lost to the rest of the world apart from the man sitting beside you. The wedding planner made an audible gasp that didn’t quite hit your ears, as Noctis smoothly stood from his seat after taking the ring and got down on one knee. It was rare that he seemed so confident – and the smile on his face shined when he saw you already begin to subtly nod before his proposal even left his lips.

“We’ve done this as a joke a few times, Y/n,” with a pause, he took your trembling, extended hand and began to slide the ring onto your finger. “Why don’t we make this the real thing?”

It was safe to say you had accepted, since your nods became more visible and eager. Words escaped you. The ring was breathtaking. Noctis’ plan was flawless. He gently held you in his arms and pulled you into a kiss. When he pulled away he was beaming, and he continued to hold you close, cheek-to-cheek.

“We’re still gonna do this cake thing, right?” he whispered.

You playfully slapped his shoulder and giggled.

“I think we can taste test a few more cakes before the wedding.”


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So I found this song online called Still Alive from the videogame Portal, and there’s a whole series of lines talking about cake. I immediately though, “Oh, hey! Here’s a song for science-y/videogame-y/evil mastermind-y aces.”

I hope you enjoy it!

Sarah says: I LOVE that game! and I agree, that song is perfect for aces:)


anonymous asked:

Can you do a fic where Y/N is in an abusive relationship and Josh tries to get her out and then says he's in love with her and all that. I know it's dark but I think it would be cute if you did


The sound of your own soft sniffles fill the silence of the lonely bedroom. The whimpers and the sound of faint, barely audible hiccups makes the room seem less comforting than its supposed to be. This was always your safe place.  Your eyes are so tired from the tears still falling and the bags that are under them. You’ve bitten your lip far too much, causing the pink flesh to appear swollen.

You were deep within the blankets of the bed, and you lie there motionless, your knees curled, causing you to look as though you were curled up into a small ball, much like a wounded animal. Last night was supposed to be perfect. Last night marked a year of you two dating, and you ruined it, just like always.

Alex is very handsome and good looking, but not well put together. With dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, tall and masculine figure, he’s extremely blunt when it comes to you, always pointing out your flaws and giving you “tips” on how to fix them.  Not to mention, he’s very over protective and controlling of you, treats you as though you’re a child and even has rules for you to follow.

But no matter how rude and harsh Alex got, you always reminded yourself that he loved you and that’s all that mattered. You didn’t care about getting yelled at for small things, or being forced to have sex even when you didn’t really want to.  You took the pain and dealt with it as though it didn’t bother you. But it did.

At the end of most nights, you find yourself crying your way to sleep because of all the harsh things Alex has said to you.

“Stop talking, your voice is irritating me.”

“Can you cover yourself up? Stop wearing those tight outfits and such, you look like a slut. Is that because you are one?”

"Get down on your knees for me.”

“You’re an ugly cow, you know that. It’s embarrassing having you around me.”

He forced you to throw up your dinner one night to help you lose some weight. You’ve been doing it ever since and although it hurts, you just really want to be perfect for Alex.

Alex got you drunk one time and when you weren’t even aware of your surroundings anymore, Alex took advantage of you for the very first time, taking away your virginity, the only pure thing you had left inside of yourself.

But he loved you.  He loved you and that’s all that mattered.

Last night, their one year anniversary, was a bad day for the two of you though. You woke up early in the morning because you wanted to make Alex breakfast in bed, but Alex wasn’t there. And he didn’t leave a note. You tried calling, but Alex wouldn’t pick up, which meant he was out and didn’t want to be bothered.

So you spent the day alone. You weren’t necessarily disappointed, but you were a little upset.  But it was all okay because you loved Alex and you would wait for him. And since he wasn’t home, that gave you time to bake a cake with the words “happy anniversary, Y/N + Alex” written in blue icing on top; you even decorated it with flowers and hearts of all sorts of colors.  You’d have to thank your best friend, Josh, for the baking tips.  You spent the latter portion of the afternoon on the phone with him, after all.  He told you what ingredients you needed and how long to bake the cake.  

“God, I hope he likes it.  Tell me he’s gonna love it…”  you beg.

“He’s definitely gonna love it,” he tells you with a shaky laugh from the other end of the line.

Once the cake was complete, you grabbed some candles and spread them all around their empty bedroom because you knew that you two would be making love tonight. It hasn’t happened ever before, but you hoped it would tonight.  It was always rough sex, even if you weren’t up for it. Never has Alex once went slow on you.

So you waited all afternoon for him to come home. You spent an hour talking to Josh on the phone, spent an hour watching Netflix, spent a few hours cleaning up anxiously. You skipped breakfast and lunch just so you’d feel extra skinny tonight, took a bath and shaved your legs and underarms because you knew Alex thought you looked ugly with any body hair. You prodded and prepped yourself for Alex’s return and when he finally came home, the peaceful silence and calm aroma of the house was immediately replaced with intensity and anger.

Your entire being seemed to light up when the door slammed shut and you quickly picked yourself up off the couch, rushing over to Alex and throwing his arms around his neck. “Babe I missed you! Happy one year!” You spoke with a huge grin. You went to press a kiss to Alex’s cheek but instead, got forcefully shoved away, and thrown to the ground.

A pathetic whimper left your lips as his relief and excitement died. You slowly looked up to Alex, who was now taking his shoes off. Did you do something wrong?

“Is everything okay?” you spoke softly, taking a few moments to lift yourself up off the ground and stand up, brushing yourself off. Alex scoffed.

“Yeah everything is great. Are you fucking stupid? Obviously things aren’t okay, dumbass.” The taller of the two rolled his eyes and moved past you, walking into the kitchen and taking out a beer. You quietly followed him in, noticing the cake was still sitting down on the counter but you decided not to bring it up.

“What happened?”

“I fucking lost at the slots.” He shouted in anger, slamming the bottle of beer down on the counter. You flinched and slowly backed away. Alex noticed and smirked.

“Please don’t do it anymore.” you whispered, frowning as you thought about all the money he wasted in the casino.

Alex looked over to you, and moved in to corner you against the counters. He brought a hand up and smacked it across your cheek. “Don’t you tell me what to do, slut.”

Your head whipped to the side as you felt the sting on your cheek. Alex was powerful and strong, so of course the slap hurt like a bitch.

"You baked a cake?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow at the homemade cake. You nodded, keeping your hand on the cheek that was slapped. “How’s that supposed to help you lose weight? You can’t eat stuff like that, idiot.“

The words hurt but Alex loved you, so it was okay. You looked down to your stomach, which was slightly poking out. You hadn’t been throwing up your food lately like you should’ve been.

"Hello?” Alex forcefully hit the back of your head to get you back to reality, and you found yourself whimpering loudly with tears pooling in your eyes. This seemed to make Alex smile, but it wasn’t a comforting one. It was full of pure evil and sadism, but you didn’t want to believe that.

He hits you again, striking the back of your head, harder this time.  “What’re you fucking daydreaming about now?” he snaps.

You take a deep breathe, trying to summon some courage before speaking, “I was thinking— about how I wish you’d stop gambling all our money away.”

Your words are shaky and unsure of themselves, but they’re out there.  The dark look on Alex’s face assures you that they’re out there.

“You fucking, entitled bitch—“ he snaps harshly before raising his fist.  He swings it in a blur, his hand colliding with the side of your face and ear, making things ring out.  It’s harder than he’s ever hit you before.  You quickly feel a warm, wet liquid falling down your face and you know it’s his rings that have cut you open.  Before you know what’s happening, Alex is turning you around and shoving you against the wall forcefully, “Someone needs to fix you. Someone needs to perfect you. And who is that, Y/N?” Alex shouts, pushing your head into the wall harder and harder before starting to strip down.

“Y-you,” you whisper, it’ll always be him.

Alex forcefully shoves himself inside of you, making you cry out.  You squeeze your eyes shut and bite down on your lip, waiting for it to be over.  Once Alex finishes, he released the tight grip around your arm and lets you fall to the floor pathetically, before walking into the living room, remembering to grab his beer first.  

Your entire body hurt, but at the same time, you felt completely numb and you didn’t know how to fix it.  You wanted to perfect yourself so you can stay with Alex, because you loved him and you don’t want to give up everything that you and Alex have. Alex is your first love and you wouldn’t just give that up, you couldn’t.

But there’s something in the back of your head screaming for you to run. Run and never go back to Alex because this wasn’t right, this relationship wasn’t right at all. A voice that’s been there, but you’d been ignoring for months now.

You decide to finally listen.

You collect yourself off the floor and clumsily try to gather yourself.  You’re dizzy from being hit so hard, but you know that you have to get out.  

Alex has plopped himself in front of the television with his beer balanced on his knee.  You look carefully at him, your vision blurred from tears and blood before tiptoeing towards the door.    

You sneakily made your way to the front door as Alex continued to yell at some sports game. You quickly slipped on your shoes on and slid out the door, being sure to close it very quietly. Thankfully, you makes it out successfully and run off to the only safe place you know.


By the time you make it to Josh’s place, you’re severely out of breath.  This is the reason that you need to get more fit, because you’re too fat to even run.  

You see as single light on in his house and his car in the driveway and sigh a breathe of relief.  You weren’t sure what you would’ve done if he hadn’t been home.  

You rush up to the front door and knock hastily, feeling anxious and agitated, like Alex might’ve followed you the whole way.  

Josh answers the door, his face dwarfed into pure confusion before elapsing into horror.  Seeing him look at you with those wide, disbelieving eyes makes your insides sink.  His face soon softens and you see him swallow a lump in his throat before whispering your name in sympathy.  

“Hey,” you whisper back.  “Can I come in?” your voice is choked, but Josh nods, stepping to the side while holding the door open for you.  

Josh gets you a glass of water and offers you about a million things to eat.  But you politely decline, and take a seat at the kitchen counter instead.  After getting your water, Josh sits in the chair beside you and sighs deeply.  

Josh is probably the only friend that you have left. When Alex forced all those rules on you, your friends gave up on making plans because Alex wouldn’t let you go out. Josh on the other hand, stuck with you, and promised to always be there no matter what. You’d been friends since grade school, and here you are now, still in the same town that you grew up in. You both were practically inseparable, but when Alex noticed that, he flipped a shit and told you that you couldn’t hang out with him anymore.

But that didn’t stop you.

After regaining your breath and sipping the water, you looked up to Josh, who’s hair was longer than ever. It was now a bright yellow color, pushed back with a beanie. He had a sympathetic smile across his lips.

“Can we go to the bathroom and check out that cut?” he asks finally.

You bring your hand to the side of your face and touch the tender spot, flinching slightly at the pain.  You nod and let Josh lead the way into his bathroom, where he flips both sets of lights on and gets a washcloth from the cabinet.

“What the hell happened?” he finally asks, his tone is gentle.

“I fell,” you lie thickly.  “I wanted to see you tonight, but I tripped on my way—“ You’re almost certain Josh knows you’re lying, but he doesn’t push further.  

He’s careful not to press too harshly on the cut, but he pokes and prods mats of your hair away to get a better look at the cut.  He tells you it doesn’t need stitches, because the bleeding had stopped.  

“Are you okay alone?” he asks nervously.  He’s wary to leave you to shower, but you insist.

“I just feel gross,” you tell him.  “I really want to clean up.”

“Okay,” he agrees.  He backs out, “Holler if you need me.”

It feels like you shower for hours. You want Alex’s scent to go away for good. You want his germs killed. You want the numbness to go away. You shower in hot water and scrub your body for the longest time, shampoos your hair at least three times and conditions twice. You want everything of the night gone without a trace.

When you’re done, you open the door and notice Josh setting up a pillow and blanket on the couch.

“You can have my bed-“ he says, once he sees you’ve emerged from the bathroom.  “I changed the pillow case for you, put some extra blankets on the side.”

You nod, crossing your arms awkwardly around you.  

“You know where my shirts and stuff are, too.  So help yourself.”

“Thanks, Josh,” you say, grateful for your best friend.  

“I’m really tired—“ you say, making your way towards his room, before your voice can break.  “I think I’m going to lay down now.”

Josh nods quickly before standing up, “If you need anything, I’ll be here.”

“Thanks,” you say again, offering him a small smile before retreating to his bedroom for the night.  You dig out one of his old sweatshirts and tug it over yourself before crawling into his bed.  You sigh heavily and start biting your lip harshly, thinking back to how you managed to fuck the night up so badly.  You had such high hopes for a romantic evening but you went and ruined it.  You end up crying yourself to sleep once again.


You slept most of the night at Josh’s.  When you finally wake up to the moonlight shining through the open curtain, your chest fills with a sudden rush of panic.  Alex was going to be so angry at you for leaving.  What were you thinking being gone so long?  You quickly slide Josh’s sweatshirt off and change back into your original clothing.  You quickly move to throw your shoes on before rushing out of Josh’s bedroom.

“Y/N?” Josh says sleepily, sitting up from the couch and rubbing his eyes.

“I need to go.” you shake your head and stand up, starting to quickly make your way to the door. Josh runs after him and grabs your wrist, causing your sleeve to roll up.  Josh looks down and notices the influx of bruises scattered around your forearm.   His sudden movement caused you to flinch harshly, throwing your arm up in defense.  Josh immediately releases his grip and takes a step back, looking worried.

“I have to go—“ you repeat, embarrassed and so flustered.  You couldn’t think about anything besides how mad Alex was going to be.  You leave Josh’s stunned face with a slam of the door.

As you walk home, you go through all the texts Alex left you, texts that said “where the fuck are you?” “Did you sneak out?” “You’re such a fucking pain.” “You’re gonna get it when you get home.” You know what to expect when you walk through those doors and when you do, you’re not surprised that you’re shaking with fear.

“Where the hell were you!?” Alex is immediately in front of you, slamming you against the door with your wrists pinned above your head. You cry out and shake your head because Alex is going to be so mad when he finds out where you were.

“You weren’t here all fucking night! Do you know how that makes me feel?!” he yells, starting to dig his nails into your skin. You whimper and shake your head fast, closing your eyes. You refuse to make eye contact with him.

"Look at me and answer, bitch!” The wind is immediately knocked out of you when you’re kneed in the stomach. You try not to fall to the ground when your knees suddenly become very weak, and it takes all of your energy just to regain your breath. You slowly open your eyes to look into Alex’s narrowed and angered ones.

"I was with Josh but-” you were quickly interrupted with a slap to the face.

“Didn’t I tell you not to hang out with him?”

“Yes but-”

“After all I do for you!?” Alex screams, and proceeds to grip your wrist and throw you against the wall.

“You were a pathetic piece of shit and I helped you!” Alex accuses and lifts your head back up, dragging you to your bedroom. You try to keep up but you’re in too much pain, whimpering and crying as you listen to Alex’s rant. Everything he says is true.

“Im fucking helping you fix yourself! Your flaws, your weight, your worth, everything! And this is the thanks I get!?” You’re thrown against the dresser.

“I fucking made you. And you cheat on me!” He spits in your face.

“I wasn’t cheating!” You managed to say.

“You’re so ungrateful!” he grips your shoulders and slams you into the other wall, before punching the mirror beside your head, the glass shattering over your shoulder and onto the floor. “I thought you loved me!”

“I do!” you whimper loudly but Alex just slams you back into the wall. This is the worst he’s gotten, but it’s just because he’s mad.  You shouldn’t have gone to Josh’s, it was your fault.  He was doing it because he loved you and he was just mad.  

As Alex continues shouting, you continue to cry. You almost think that you hear the doorbell ring but you convince yourself it was just your imagination, making you get your hopes up for help. You want this to end, you want to leave and never come back. You want to die because no one will ever love you. Nobody will ever stay with you because of how ugly and fat and annoying you are. No one will ever date you because you’re an embarrassment to this world. You’re disgusting and repulsive and slutty, and only Alex will ever know that.

You were crying too hard to realize that Josh came inside the room. Once you feel Alex’s grip loosen on your shoulder, you look up to see Josh’s angry face gripping his shirt collar.  You could hear profanities- a lot of profanities being shouted out throughout the house. You see physical violence and punches being thrown and that only makes you want to cry more. You cover your mouth and curl up against the dresser, shriveled up into a ball and squeeze your eyes shut. You were just so done with this, done with everything in your life.

And before you knew it, your entire being gave out and the only thing you remember hearing is something about treating you right. And then everything went black.


When you wake up finally. You haven’t opened your eyes yet, and you’re sure you don’t want to. You don’t know what happened, except for Alex being way more aggressive than usual. You assume that you passed out in the middle of this rage and you’re waking up in the middle of the afternoon because of the pain.

Pain. That’s all you feel. It’s all over you. Your head, throat, tummy, arms, emotions, everything. You just feels pain, and that makes you whimper with tears forming in your eyes.

You lift the blankets off of you to look at all the bruises you might have gotten from yesterday, except you’re wearing an unfamiliar sweatshirt and a pair of boxers- a pair that don’t belong to Alex. In fact, as you look around the bedroom, it doesn’t look anything like yours.

It’s Josh’s.

“Y/N?“ A deep but soft voice interrupts your thoughts. You look over to the door, and there’s your best friend, poking his yellow head out before walking inside, closing the door behind him.

You ignore him- somewhat- and lift the sweatshirt up to look at the bruise Alex gave you this morning.  You deeply frown, and then slide the sleeves of your sweatshirt up, looking down at your wrists, which have little crescent shapes indented in the skin, all thanks to Alex and his sharp finger nails.

"Can you check my back?” you ask, voice cracking as you slowly sit up.

“I did when I dressed you..” Josh bit his bottom lip as he sat down at the foot of the bed.


Josh frowns, ”There was a huge bruise on it. Did he hit you?“

You don’t want to talk about it but Josh has a right to know.

"He slammed me into the wall, and I fell to the floor.”

"I came over because I had some leftover brownies for you. I knew you were feeling lousy and I wanted to cheer you up.” Josh chuckles for no reason and looks across the bed at you. “I rang the doorbell a few times but no one answered, so I just let myself in.

"I called for you but no one answered, that is until I heard yelling and screaming. So I set the brownies down and hurried to where I heard everything. And that’s when I found him hurting you.”

“I yelled at him. And pulled him off of you as quick as I could. He started cursing me out and telling me to fuck off because I don’t own you, but he said that he did.” You shake your head, and let a tear fall from your cheek. Josh inhaled deeply and frowned the scared girl in front of him.

That’s when you notice a bruise on Josh’s forehead, near his hairline and your chest tightens.  

You bite your lip, trying to fight it, but you can’t.  The force of tears is too powerful for you to ward off and before you know it, you’ve burst into tears.  Josh is quick to scoot across the bed and wrap his arms around you.  And that’s when you collapse into his chest and cry. You cry because it’s your fault.  It’s your fault Josh followed you home and found all of this out.  It’s your fault he got hurt.  

“I’m sorry—“ you choke out, but your words are blubbery and hard to understand.  

“Shh,” Josh soothes, scooping you into his lap and rocking back and forth on the mattress.  You lean into his chest and inhale the smell of his t-shirt sharply, hoping that his squeezes were enough to keep you held together.

You finally look up at him once your tears have subsided, Josh has wetness in his eyes but he is quick to wipe them away. It shows how much Josh cares about you, and suddenly that’s all you want.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Or anyone?” Josh sniffles, more tears forming in his eyes. “I could’ve helped.”

You shake your head, ”I loved him.“

But Josh shakes his head back, a sad moan leaving his lips as he lays his head back against the headboard. "That’s not love.” Tears start to stream down his cheeks, and the sight of Josh crying over this situation has you starting to cry again as well.

You thought what you and Alex had was love. You did stuff for him, pleased him because you thought it was love. You suffered because you thought it was love. You thought Alex loved you and you thought he loved you back. But everything was just a lie. Your entire relationship sunk into an ocean of lies.

“I don’t know what true love is. It’s not my fault.” You sobbed, and that’s when Josh cupped your cheeks and wiped the tears away. You made eye contact, and it never broke.

“Love is feeling passion inside of you, whether you’re thinking about the person or looking at them, or being with them. It’s when your entire world lights up and everything seems possible. It’s when you and them know everything about each other and share everything and do everything together. Love is gentle touches and kisses, it’s acceptance and compliments, it’s admiration and cheesy pick up lines. Love is an unconditional passion you have towards someone else. It’s most definitely not what you and Alex had. Not at all.”

You don’t really know why you’re doing it, but you do. You lean forward to press a kiss to Josh’s lips, and it feels so much better than the kisses you’d shared with Alex.

It’s sweet. It’s very sweet. It’s so calming as Josh moves his soft lips against your chapped ones, but that doesn’t matter. It’s just so nice, and you don’t ever want it to stop.

When you pull back, you’re quick to lay your head back on Josh’s chest, encouraging him to wrap his arms around you once again.  Your eyes flutter shut as you find yourself murmuring, “show me what love really is.” Because that’s all you’ve ever wanted since the beginning.

Josh presses a kiss to the top of your head, his hand moving to the back of your neck to comb his fingers through your hair, lips lingering against your hair as he murmurs, “I’d be glad to.”

Because it was Josh all along.


On the eleventh day of christmas my true love gave to me

eleven cute af managers

ten soggy french friesnine volleyhomos, eight crows and kitties, seven ushiwakas, (a) six foot tall russian, five volleyballs, four seijou darlings, three ugly sweaters, two stupid volleybirbs & the greatest brotp

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a/n: thank you for reading! love you all! hope you have a good week + hope you’re doing okay!

french used:

mon ange - my angel

gâteau - cake 

“en haut. maintenant.” - “upstairs. now.” 

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Home! Home! Home! Home! Home! John thought, pratically bouncing in the front seat when your loft was in sight. Alex could sense his boyfriend’s excitement, chuckled, and quickly pulled up to park. He hadn’t even turned the ignition off when John had opened the door, hopped out with his bag and rushed inside.

You laughed a little from the middle seat in the back, admiring how John always seemed to be your happy little beam of sunshine. 

“He had a long day at work.” Alex said sheepishly, turning off the car and looking back at you. “But, what about you? How was your day, love?”

You swallowed, and bit your lip. Alex’s beautiful eyes were staring into yours and you felt your chest tighten and your face heat up. You didn’t really want to do this. Not now at least.

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Raven: “You good? You peed for a solid ten minutes.”

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