the perfect vanilla cupcake

Build A Boyfriend - Huang Zitao

The Sweet Tooth bakery was quiet and quaint, just the way you remember.From the berry tarts dancing on your tongue to the vanilla cream cupcakes that always had that perfect swirl of smooth buttercream frosting that never was displayed without a touch of color. The walls were a light sky blue accented red swirls in the shape of a cupcake displayed the store alongside a cozy corner of brown couches and in the other was a arrangement of tables and booths made to allow people to enjoy and relax as they pleased.

It’s been a few years since you’d been there and nostalgia would hit like a brick to the face. The sweet aroma of your absolutely favorite dessert wafted through the air to your nose making you deeply inhale and exhale with a smile. It smelled like home.

You remember coming here years back with your friends enjoying an ice cream to cool you from the scorching Seoul heat. Except this feeling was reserved for someone else, somebody special, somebody you used to know and love. From the tall stature and eccentric clothing choices and warm intimidating brown irises that captured your own eyes, putting you into a trance, that’s the feeling you so desperately missed. The warm cuddles in the morning and late night whispers were cherished in your mind.

The feeling was gone and you were back in the shop smiling sadly at memories that used to be reality. You had remembered the nervous hands wrung together as your eyes darted from those brown hypnotizing irises to the flowers in the vase across the room. You remembered the worry in those eyes and the gentle coax to talk. The words you carried held a weight and pushed heavily on both parties’ hearts, but with a nod and a watery smile see-you-laters were exchanged and you had to release the very person that was specifically made for you, and you only.

A deep breath in and out you took careful steps to the counter, not taking notice to the couple in the corner or the little ding of the door signaling someone had either left or arrived. You didn’t care, all you wanted was a taste of your desired dessert for just a glance if the happiness you once cherished in your heart.

You couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever see him again. How had he been? Is he happy? Did he…move on?

You were shaken out of your thoughts as it was now your turn to order and you reached for a small wrapped dessert at the same time a hand much larger than your own reached for the exact same thing.

“Um excuse me I had this first.’ You defiantly exclaimed head up.

The stranger turned to you with sunglasses and messy blonde hair and an evident scowl resting on his smooth face.
“You must be mistaken. I have it in my hand so therefore it is mine.” His voice was deep and oddly familiar. You however, shook it off not letting your stubborn side lose.

With confidence you reached up with a bracelet clad wrist and gripped his wrist that adorned two bands and a single circular pendant of yin and yang. The retort was at the top of your tongue but it was like cotton filled your mouth. Words wouldn’t form and your breathing was cut off like water in the faucet.

You knew it felt familiar, but why? ‘Was it the voice? Definitely not the hair. Maybe the stature? No many men were tall. What about the hands?’ You thought as you continued to search your brain for familiarity from this man and that when it clicked. The rope bands looping around his wrist and adorning a single yin and yang pendant in the middle was what it was.

You remember distinctly. You had bought this bracelet for the one person as a gift for your anniversary. You had demanded he show his wrist and you slipped it on and squealed with delight at the fit. Ignoring his protest you bought the bracelet and slipped it back into his wrist with a smile. The carving was exactly the same on this stranger’s bracelet, but how? It was one of a kind and only one person had it-.

“Um can you let go please? I’d like to purchase something. Look you can have it if it bothers you but can you please stop that? Hello are you even listening-?”

“Tao.” You whispered still in shock that he was here.

He was taller than you remembered and had he been working out? His hair was also a new blonde that looked oh so soft to touch.

The man, Tao, stared in shock before taking off his sunglasses to see you clearly before a shock filled smile aforned his lips matching yours. He didn’t say a word just pulled you into a long over do embrace that was original to your boyfriend who was made just for you.

The universe had a funny way of working, but it worked in your favor to bring two pieces that belonged together back into one again in the city you had once met.


American Constipation Story

Facts and opinions about Blaine, Klaine and Darren Criss. By myself and the amazing Kurtbastian91.


Blaine doesn’t want an equal relationship, he wants to be under the spotlights,and that’s why he chose Dave, he doesn’t think Dave is at the same level of him. He makes fun of him in front of Kurt.

David, during their encounter, said that when he met Blaine they talked about Kurt, about how much Blane was angry at him, while David told him that Kurt was good to him. That’s what made Blaine starting to date David. He wanted Kurt to know he moved on with person who wanted Kurt at start, but chose Blaine at the end.

In the fifth episode, during the elevator scene, Blaine talks about David for making Kurt jealous. Klainers spoke about their kiss, their jokes, but nobody noticed that. David is yet another guy that Blaine used for keeping Kurt at his places. I’m sorry for him, but that’s how things are.

You noticed how many sponges were in the Blainofsky flat? I think Dave uses them for cleaning crusts of gel that Blaine leaves everywhere.

Serial cheater:

Blaine’s cheating was unthinkeable, and I don’t understand people who say it was OOC. I think it was miracle that he waited so long for cheating. For me he didn’t cheat on Kurt with Sebastian just because he would not have an excuse for it. The fact that Kurt was far away though, gave him excuse on silver plate, and in the Glee Club he could still be the hero of the two worlds.

During “tested”, Blaine was jealous of Kurt because finally guys saw how good looking and talented he was, while Blaine was just mediocre. He tried to humilate him in front of everyone because he was angry and jealous. Behind Kurt’s back though, Blaine flirted with guys on porn website, proving again how hypocrite he is.

I don’t like when they show cheaters as heroes: like people with reasons, with pain, that cheated because they felt alone, and bla bla bla. Of course they lose sight of real victim, that is the person who suffered the cheating, the humiliation. It’s horrible to be cheated on, you feel guilty, hurted and humiliated, and Kurt Hummel was humilated so much on Glee that I lost count. And it never happened to Blaine. Blaine was never sorry, and in fifth season he rolled his eyes, annoyed. That scene rapresent Blaine’s character.

I think during the performance of Teeange Dream, on forth season, Blaine was still feeling Eli in his ass. Did you saw his face?

The right theory is just this one: Blaine is a coward without balls and he will never be faithful to anyone, because he’s a serial cheater of the worst kind. He can’t be faithful to New Directions even, he can’t have a relationship. The only thing he loves, is his tube of gel filled by his sticky sperm.

Darren’s acting skills or the constipated peal:

They should give Chris Colfer an Emmy or a Golden Globe just because he didn’t burst out laughing on Darren’s face after the kiss in elevator. It looked like Darren was punched on his teeth, or he pooped in his pants or was costipated, and I don’t understand why. Sue was good enough to let them have bathroom, he could go if he wanted.

He (Darren) would win an Oscar if he played the role of a costipated guy. I don’t think they would make a lot of movie with a man always in pain on the toilet, though. I think the Darren stans would watch it, but honestly I don’t think that outside the fandom, that could be popular.

Darren is the only one who can look like being constipated and having diarrhea at the same time. With that, he has lot of talent. Not everybody could do it. I don’t know if Chris can make a face like that. If Darren stans think it’s sexy, I feel sorry for them. If I was them I would use it instead of cold shower for killing hormones. One minute of the break up scene, and all the desidere of having sex disappears.

We didn’t see when Blaine was kicked out from NYADA for a reason. Darren would make it look like his usual war against toilet.

I noticed too: Blaine and Kurt look like they are allergic to each other. Even when they kiss, they look forced. Kurt even more, because of Chris’s acting. He He looks like he’s scared by all the situation, and he has desire to physically be far away from Blaine. I can see Chris is grossed out by acting with Darren, and I think he’s right. How can you play a scene with a shitty script and an actor that always makes “toilet” faces?

I heard Darren’s acticg is a pearl! YES A FAKE ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Klaine tales and a hypothetical robbers attack:

For me, if Kurt protect Blaine by robbers and Blaine tell them “take him and not me”, Klainers would say “Kurt is a terrible boyfriend, he always makes Blaine feel worse, could he not let robbers rape or kill himself, instead of trying to protect his life and making Blaine look like coward?”

The prince charming on white horse, the hero that will be able to sceam “Ueeeeh I’ll never forgive you for this”, while the big bad robber is beaten by Kurt. Klainers: “Kurt is such a dick. He should have let Blaine taking control of that situation. Blaine was about to do something, but Kurt is an attention whore!” Rest of the world:…what?

Kurt Hummel is the heart of Glee, not Blaine:

Kurt is character I always liked because it’s not stereotyped. He’s simply a gay kid, that like things some gays like, but not just that, he’s brave, sensible, kind, talented, ironic, sarcastic, irreverent. Chris could give dignity back to the gay character, one that likes things that usually people see as feminine. He was always proud of himself, without trying to be the best no matter what. He confronted bullies, struggled for acceptance, often didn’t find it from his own friends. He’s a character that had to go through the death of his mother and his stepbrother, his father’s sickness, a not deserved cheater, the bullism. He’s a character that never had anything without fighting, he knows victory, but even more he knows defeat. He’s a realistic character, because of this.

Klainers, ladies and gentlemen (and Crisscolfer stans):

I can’t tolerate Blaine, so of course I don’t want him next to Kurt. I think Kurt deserves a lot better, so I prefer other guys with him. Then I say, why those girls hate Kurt so much -  because he’s a cheater, manipulative, cold, evil, bitch, he plays victim, he doesn’t do anything for Blaine and doesn’t deserve his love – and they don’t want their little gelled angel, this vanilla Cupcake that poop chocolate-covered strawberries, this perfect and talented human being, to find the real happiness with someone who is not undeserving of SO MUCH PERFECTION?

I have a list for them: Jeremiah, Eli, Hannibal Lecter, Jigsaw, Freddy Krueger. I think they could be good boyfriends for him.

I’m sure that if Blaine beat Kurt, they would say he deserved it, or something like: “Kurt’s cheek hitted on Blaine’s hand, poor Blaine, his hand is in pain now, it’s not his fault if Kurt can’t stay at is place”, or better “Kurt made him do it, poor baby, can’t you see how much he suffers now? Poor Blaine, he feels so guilty. Kurt should apologize for doing something like that to Blaine, he’s a horrible boyfriend, he’s so lucky to have someone so kind next to him and he wants to get beaten for making Blaine feel guilty”.

The only reason they (Klainers) don’t complain, is because they think Kurt is lucky to have such attentions (talking about Blaine attacking him in car). I mean, who would not want to be raped by Bowtie-Gelled-Anderson?

You mentioned something I really hate about this fandom. I hate when they use gay rights, I hate when they say that Klaine should get married because it will be big step in favor of gay weddings. This story has a control-freak cheater in it, hypocrite and manipulator. I don’t care if he’s gay or straight, I don’t want to love a couple just because they are two guys or two girls. Rapresentation is very good, but it should be a positive one. What people can learn from something like Klaine? That cheating is good, if you’re so sad that you don’t wear hair gel, that’s okay to manipulate, if you make puppy-eyes after. This rapresentation is not good for anyone, even less for homosexual people. The only purpose it can have is making some young girl’s panties wet. It’s okay for me, but don’t make it look like something that is not.

You think they blaime Chris for Darren’s losing his hair? “If Chris stopped going out with his PR (Will), maybe Darren would not be so stressed.”

In Klaine fics, they show Blaine without hair gel, and you should see how they describe him, like Adonis, so handsome (even taller than Kurt sometimes), with perfectly curls, skin that is like honey, eyes of the color of amber.

Some Klaines are even saying that Klaine kiss was not cheating on Dave. In some time they will write that Earth is not round, Peppa Pig is not really a pig, and Darren can act.

Chris is allergic to Darren’s cock, not gonna change!

Just Blaine the Cupcake:

During the break up scene, he (Blaine) looked like a 5 years old child to whose friend broke his toy car, the reaction was the same: whiny whining, “I will never forgive you for this, your not my best friend anymore, now my buddy is Dave nehnehnehhnah, aren’t you jealous?”, a child, and not even a smart one.

I think it’s very unrealistic that in a public high school, and in a bigot town like Lima, Blaine goes around dressed like Clown Ken, and nobody say anything. I don’t understand if they are making fun of me, or if Blaine is really resurrected Jesus, and the punishment for even thinking bad about him is to burn in hell forever.

Sebastian and Dave are one thousand times the man Blaine is. He understood his mistakes, apologized and really changed, not just with words. At the same time Blaine was taking lighthouses in his butt.

Have you noticed that Blaine’s hair get worse as long with his characters? At the start they were normal, and Blaine was tolerable, then they were more and more gelled, and he became lord of assholes. Some for clothes: in the episodes where he dress worse he’s more asshole.

I think when they slept together (Klaine), Blaine screamed his own name during orgasm, and the same was with Dave.

Blaine NEVER fought for Kurt. All he did was just some big gestures that he needed to satisfy his ego and his wedding kink, or sending that stupid note and the Gilmore Girls dvds. That means fighting for Klainers? Blaine fought with Eli and Dave’s dicks up his butt, while Kurt was in pain for the break up. How you can take seriously a character that shows his depression by not wearing hair gel?

Scary pheromones:

Tina got crazy from the forth season, maybe Blaine has some kind of weird pheromones that make people become morons. It’s not possible that all the people that meet him start licking his butt, and loving him unconditionally.

They want us to believe that Blaine is this greek god craved by everyone, but all I see is an asshole dressed like an idiot.

Blaine kink meme:

Blaine is literally obsessed about the idea of marriage and finding husband. During the scene at Gap, he was already thinking about wedding, for getting Gap’d discount. He gave a promise-ring during to Kurt during third season, and pressing Kurt to getting married when they were not together. Even with Dave, he moved with him very soon. That’s the only thing in Blaine that never changed, together with bitchness, arrogance, and his problems with monogamy. Probably he has wedding magazings under his bed, and he pasts his photos and Kurts on the couples there. It’s super creepy, he reminds me of Bluebeard, and they probably share the shape of eyebrows.

Blaine was very happy that he finally got what he always wanted (getting married), and I hope he doesn’t have “widow kink” too, or Kurt will be in troubles, but I think he will start whining for a dog and kids. Maybe his kink is the classic american family.

I can imagine Blaine copy and past Kurt’s photos on wedding magazines, while he writes “me and Kurt are gonna have our Happy ever after”. He’s a lot worse than Sue, Blaine probably has a secret room with manips of Kurt as 50’ hoursewife.

Future Klaine:

I can see Kurt in ten years as a successful man, he won Tony on Broadway and he’s marrying the love of his life after a bad divorce to Blaine. Blaine is alone, in Lima, forced to use the product of his onanism on the few hair he has left.

In my mind, Kurt broke up with Blaine after third season, he was just accepted at NYADA from the start, and never looked back. He and Sebastian met on Broadway, Sebastian was at his show one night, and started woo him, until they started dating. Blaine? He moved in Tibet, because after losing his hair he became a monk, and he liked that monks are all men. The only problem, is that he can’t sing with them.

When Blaine will live in the street without job and hair, maybe Kurt will be good enough to stop his car and leave some cash for him.

The black hole of Blangst:

One thing that I never understood: all the story about Blaine’s abusive dad. Okay, Blaine said to Burt that his dad wanted him straight, but what he did, for all we know, was asking his son to fix a car with him. I don’t think that’s homophobic, it looks just like a father that wants to get closer to his son, in the ways he can. Blaine’s parents sent him to a expensive private school because he was bullied, and then moved him in another school so he could be with his boyfriend. I don’t think they are abusive, on the opposite. I thought Blaine wanted to play the victim, as usual.

And I remember Blaine told Kurt he was attacked at prom, before he moved to Dalton. Maybe it’s just Darren’s bad acting, but Blaine never looked like a guy with this kind of trauma. At McKinley’s prom he went to the stage to sing, and it wasn’t even his school.

Poor baby. Can you think he didn’t gelled his hair? He was suffering. It’s not right that Blaine had to feel so much pain. Kurt was an asshole, he should have forgive him right away. Okay, Blaine cheated on him, but the poor boy was lonely. Kurt didn’t aswer a phone call, what a piece of shit. Kurt doesn’t deserve somebody who loves him like Blaine, and now the little Cupcake is destoyed by pain. Kurt should beg to have him back.. They would like more for Kurt to be raped, insted of having him with a man who loves him. He DIDN’T gel his hair, people should think more deeply about this.

Everytime that Blaine and Kurt break up his reaction (Blaine’s) to pain is not having gel in his hair. What a deep character, he’s really in love with Kurt, for 4 whole days of his life he didn’t wear hair gel. “How Kurt can make him suffer so much??? And after everything that Blaine did for him! He’s the best thing that ever happened to him. Kurt was so lucky to have Blaine as his boyfriend, who else would ever looked at him otherwise”…Kurt was sick for months after both break ups, he took sleeping pills, was sad and hurted, and during the second break up he didn’t date anyone for months, because he had respect for Blaine. But Blaine didnt wear hair gel, so I want to join his pain by sending him my symphaty.

The storyline of Blaine’s gay bashing was ridicolous. Maybe, if Darren was good actor, would have been interesting. But as the things are now, Blaine doesn’t look as somobody who was victim of homophobic attack. He can’t stop showing off, being under the spotlights, trying to be the leader. You can see from what he wears that he’s not afraid to have attentions. He’s not a guy with a trauma. The only attack was against my balls.

Be careful with death, just Blaine can save you:

We all have to die, what a news. The only sure thing in life is death. We can’t stop the inevitable, but we can make something good of the time we have left. That doesn’t mean we should throw ourselves in the arms of moron, it means we should be careful with our choices, because life is just one. I hate how they used Kurt’s mom and Finn for message that is totally wrong, toxic and offensive. I ask myself why Burt and Carole didn’t support Finchel’s wedding, since the only purpose of life is getting married as soon as possible, because you can die the next day.

My grandparents died, that’s why I should marry Blaine? I’d rather being hitten by truck, or eaten by wild dogs.

I hated that they used Kurt’s mother and Finn for forcing Kurt to get married, it’s really ridiculous. We all know we have to die, that doesn’t mean we have to marry the first guy we meet, or we would get married as kids for not losing too much time, or just after puberty. I never heard bullishit like in the last episode. Kurt was forced to get married, he kept looking around, waiting for someone to say “what the fuck are you doing?”, but of course everybody were Klainers there. It’s better to be alone that with friends like that.

I want to see the real Blaine:

I think I have a theory that would explain everything: for me there is another show, named Glee, and the lead characters are called Kurt and Blaine. That’s why we can’t understand each other, why there is confusion. It would explain everything, really. Probably Blaine in the other show is cool and handsome, he doesn’t know what hair gel is, he never cheated, instead he was the one manipulated constantly by this other character, Kurt. Also, Kurt and Blaine’s actors are really together in real life. That’s why Crisscolfer stans have their conspiracy theories.

Glee and soulmates:

It looks like some characters in Glee, as soon as they made out once, establish some kind of contract for life, in which if you made out you should spend the rest of your life with that person.

Learn how to tag:

If I was a bitch, and didn’t love Dave ad much as I do, I would post Blainofsky in their tags non-stop. And I would say: “Blaine is half of the couple. Am I wrong?”, “Darren is the actor who play Blaine, so I tagged in the right way”, “we’re free to tag what we want”. The can cry if they want, doesn’t change the fact that their little Cupcake took Dave’s big cock in his gold-shining ass.

Chris Colfer tag is dangerous like toxic gas. Better to stay away. If we want to see Chris, it’s better to go in some blog dedicated to him. It makes me even more angry that they post photos with JUST Darren in it, but tag them “Chris Colfer”. Not Lea, Kevin, Naya, Amber. Just Chris, because he’s Darren’s boyfriend (lol), so what’s wrong with it? They are really a pain in the ass.

Let’s save the world:

I think that with a punishment like putting hands in Blaine’s hair, there will be less crimes in the world. And if they should put their tongue there, Earth finally will know piece and harmony.

… or let it die:

If Klaine is the best couple of the millennium, then the world should have ended in 2012.

Cupcake - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Cupcake - (Bucky Barnes x Reader) - Continuation of ‘Skyline.’

Words - 2752

Warnings - None, I think.

AN - Part 3! Sorry for the delay everybody, I hope you all like it as much as your favourite song. 

Routine (Part 1) | Skyline (Part 2) 

Bucky isn’t sure what to do with himself, after you leave. About 11pm, he gently pulls open the door of Aria’s bedroom, seeing the girl curled up to one of her many cuddly toys. To this, the father smiles, not getting closer to disturb her.

Of course, it had been a complete shock, for her to come into the world. His fiance at the time had told him out of nowhere, and he helped to aid her for eight months. On that day, that she gave birth to the beautiful baby girl, she waited. Until Bucky fell asleep with the baby in his arms. From what he suspected, she went back to the apartment, took her things, and left. Just like that.

He didn’t know how to react. He cried, of course. For the loss of his love, for the loss of a mother to his child. Social Services was called, asking if he could really cope with his child. On that day, after he told them where to go, he vowed he would never let anyone take Aria away from him.

His hours were slightly longer, several babysitters bought in, and until she was old enough, he bought her to the nursery in the complex he worked in. The first day of school was a little tricky, with a few tears. But she learned. Women had approached, asked him on a date, maybe to see if it would work, but it never did.

He only had two rules when it came to girls, and the dating world - They had to like Aria, of course. They had to accept that she would be a part of their life, and love her just as much. And Aria had to like them. If she ever came to him, complaining, he would let them go. Instantly. She was number one in his life.

But, this had never happened. His daughter had never instantly found a woman, and taken a liking to her. And in all honesty, Bucky was intrigued. There was something about her that drew him in, and his girl was happy, too. He wanted to see her again. So badly.

If only he had got her number. 

Even so, he did have a plan. A little cunning, but it might of worked. He had googled the closing time of ‘Cupcake Couture,’ and found that it didn’t close until 8pm. That was enough time to pick up Aria, and drive over. Even if she wasn’t working, he could put in a request, right?

That was the thought he went with, when walking into his own bedroom. The room itself was large, completed with shades of grey across the entirety of the room. Sighing, he removed his shirt, trousers and tie, placing them in the washing bin, knowing the maid would be round in the morning to wash it. Out of the top drawer, he pulls out a T-Shirt, and some tracksuit bottoms, 

He gets changed, before climbing underneath his duvet, forming a starfish shape. Although he’s comfortable, warm, and everything else, he can’t help but drift off to sleep, with all the thoughts of Y/N still dancing around his head. 

Aria is the first to wake up in the morning. It’s early in the morning, and from the faint dim glow of her nightlight, she can see that it’s still pitch black outside her room. She grunts, and the five year old decides now she can’t sleep, unless she’s with her father. 

She pulls herself out of the blanket, clinging to her plush doll, and expertly works her way through the many toys littering her floor, and eventually reaches the door frame, and scampers out of her room, going down the corridor, and opening the door to her father’s room. 

He’s asleep by now, a small expression on his face. Aria shakes her head, walking across the room, and climbing onto the side that her father isn’t resting on. She takes a moment, before tapping her father’s arms for a few moments. No response. Instead, she shakes his arm, until he stirs, opening his eyes to see the young girl. 

“Aria?” He mumbles, sitting up a little. “You okay baby?” She shrugs, before Bucky sighs, lifting the blanket back, so she is able to climb into bed properly, feeling the warmth of her father, and curling into him.

Bucky smiles, rubbing her back gently, kissing her forehead. He knows for a fact his daughter dosen’t wake up in the middle of the night for no reason. Gently, he nudges her, so she looks up to meet her dad’s blue eyes. 

“What’s bugging you, dear?” He asks, stroking her cheek. Aria shrugs, beginning to talk.

“Are we gonna see Miss Y/N again?” She asks, playing with her doll in her lap. Bucky raises his eyebrows, surprised by her talk again. 

“Not if you don’t want to-”

“No!” She retaliated, her voice a little louder now. “I wanna see her again daddy, I like her. Do you like her?”

“Of course I do, Aria.”

“Do you love her?” She grins. Bucky smiles back, running a hand through his dark hair.

“Well, it’s a little tricky to tell. I think…well, she’s defiantly nice, isn’t she?”

“Yeah!” Aria giggles, before yawning again. This time, she quietens down, snuggling into Bucky’s side. Aria hadn’t done this for a while, not since she had started her school, and told her father ‘She was a big girl now.’ Her tiny hands grasped onto his T-Shirt, finding comfort in her father. His hand pulled her closer, and kept her by his side. 

The sun was rising over New York, streaming through the tinted glass windows of 'Cupcake Couture.’ The white writing was assembled over the door, with two large display windows either side of the main door, which was currently locked.

  The shop floor was entirely empty, the window displays completed, and ready to be opened. The stands by the counter were filled, and the hot drink machine was beginning to warm up for use. The faint tune of a radio could be heard from the back of the building, more appropriately, the Bakery. This was where Y/N was, completely lost in her actions.

An order had been messaged to her at god knows what time in the morning, and seeing as only her and two other staff had not called in with some sort of illness. So here she was, clad in her work uniform of pastel colours and white, but now accompanied with baking gloves. Carefully, she opens one of the large ovens, pulling out a batch of vanilla cupcakes, cooked to perfection. 

Laying them down on the table, she proceeded to find food colouring, each colour of the rainbow. The cupcakes were for a Pride celebration, or so she was told.

Her gentle hands began to mix the butter, and icing sugar together, adding dabs of colouring when needed. Soon, there was six bright colours, all placed in piping bags, ready for swirls to be created. 

At that moment, a very grumpy, and tired looking girl entered through the back door. Her dark hair was scraped into a ponytail, her glasses a little crooked. At the sight of you, a grin appeared on her face.

“What happened last night? Your phone wasn’t picking up!”

“It broke, Darcy.” Is your immediate response, carefully placing on the piping size of each bag. “Aria bumped into me and knocked it out my hand.”

Darcy’s eyebrows raised. “Who’s Aria?” You mentally kicked yourself for realising you gave away your evening. You were going to keep it quiet, see if anybody was going to notice. You kept your eyes focused on your work,grunting softly as the red icing came out and into the swirl.

“Hey! Earth to Y/N!” Your head turned to Darcy, who was now expecting an answer. You sighed again, placing down the piping bag on the Baking Parchment, and turning to the girl.

“Aria is…Bucky’s daughter.” You say all too quickly, reaching for a bottle of water on the side counter of the Kitchen. It takes her a moment, before she wiggles her eyebrows, taking a seat on one of the stools.

“Ohh! Bucky…You wanna tell me what happened?” She asked resting her head on her hands, like a child at Story Time.

“There’s not much to it.” You explain, continuing to ice the cupcakes. “I was buying something for dinner at the Supermarket, and his little girl crashed into me, and smashed my phone-”

“His daughter?” Darcy interrupts. “Y/N, it dosen’t count if he’s married-”

“No, he’s not!” You laugh a little at her comment. “His girlfriend left him after she had the baby. And he never wanted to give her up.”


“As I was saying…” You continue. “His daughter asked if I would be her friend and come round for dinner, and James was up for it-”

“I thought his name was Bucky?”

“No, Bucky’s his nickname. I guess. But we went to his place, had Pizza, and then I went home.”

“Shit!” Darcy said, clearly amused by the story. “And where does he live?”

“In probably the biggest Apartment Complex in New York.”

“Rich and Hot. You’ve done good there girl. Did you leave him your number?”

“Well, I couldn’t. My Phone-” 

That’s when you realise. Your cracked phone, the one which he had offered to replace, with that god adorable smile on his face. You left it at his apartment. Mentally, you make a note to try and get to his place to pick it up. 

“Nothing.” You finish your sentence. “Come on, give me a hand with these.” You motion to the cupcakes in front of you, causing Darcy to groan, and pick up a piping bag. 

It was late now; almost 6pm. James had finished work a little earlier, so he was able to go and pick up Aria, and get her home. He had remembered dinner tonight, after picking it up on the way to work. 

Aria was sat patiently in the After-School Club. Of course, she had joined in with the activities: Colouring, Playing in the Wendy House. However, she had refused to let go of her school bag. And none of the teachers knew why.

She did. That morning, her father had forgotten his paperwork, which was still in his office, so the girl was left in the living room, alone. Her eyes had been looking around, until she saw the phone on the coffee table. It must of been Y/N’s phone. 

The girl looked down the corridor, seeing her father disappear into his office. Aria quickly ran to the table, snatching up the phone, but carefully putting in into her bag in the special Zip, where she kept her bracelet, and permissions slips, or lunch money her dad gave her. 

The phone had stayed on her person all day, and she had told nobody of it’s existence. (Well, maybe Peter had a little look…) but other from that, it was her top secret.

Bucky soon reached the front door of the After School care, Aria seeing him, and instantly running up and hugging him tightly. Carefully, he lifted her up, keeping the child on his hip, as he walked to the table to sign her out. 

“Did you have a good day, sweetie?” He asks, to which Aria nods her head, resting into her father’s side. Bucky leans down, signing his name to prove he had picked her up. Gently, he kisses her forehead before letting her down, both of them now walking to the exit of the room.

Bucky lets Aria into the car, the girl telling her father she can 'Do up the belt herself,’ and placing the bag next to her seat. He chuckles at this, going to the front of the car, and sitting in the drivers seat. After asking Aria if she was ready, he began to drive, the silence beckoning for a little while. 

For once, it’s Aria who breaks the silence. She begins to struggle with her bag, which for a moment, takes her attention off everything else. Bucky notices this, before beginning to talk to the girl.

“Aria? What are you doing dear?” He asks, noting his daughter’s constant movement. She grins, now ready to tell him her huge secret and plan.

“I have Miss Y/N’s Phone. Can we take it to her?” She asks, innocently.

“You have her phone?” He seems a little bugged, surprised, too. “Why do you have that?" 

Aria’s voice quietens a little. "Well, I thought that you would forget it, and then we can take it to her, and see her, and you can ask her on a date!” She giggles at the last one, whilst Bucky tries to cover it up.

“You really wanna see her, huh?” He asks, softly. His eyes look the the clock on the dashboard, seeing it’s only Half Past Six. Multitasking may of been a difficult task, but he soon set the directions to Cupcake Couture.

“Alright Miss.” He said, referring to his young one. “Are you happy now?”

Only a giggle is heard from the young girl.

It’s dark, on the streets of New York now. The lampposts illuminate the streets outside, and shop windows are lit, completing the glow. The cupcake shop is no different, light streaming through the windows, and the sign now lit up in a bright white shine.

The two girls are inside, the Cafe area of the shop now nearing it’s close; the tables have been wiped down, and the books from all several of the shelves have been placed back. 

You were not going to lie - for the entirety of the day, your mind had been on Bucky. His smile, his eyes, even the way he talked. It wasn’t often that ever single detail stayed closely knitted in your mind, but today, was an exception. At one point, a father and daughter worked in together, and all you could think about was him.

You were now, as you placed another book away, seeing Darcy sitting on the counter, grinning. 

“What?” You ask, scoffing over the look on her face.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” She sarcastically says. “All day you’ve been away in La La Land, thinking about your beautiful Bucky, and you ask me what’s wrong?” The girl hops down from the counter, now going behind it.

“He’s not my Bucky…” You say, putting empathise on the 'My.' 

“Yeah, but you wish he was…” She trails off, going back into the Kitchen, presumably to finish any cleaning up, and to go home. 

You sigh, placing both hands atop of your head, just above where your Ponytail lays, walking around for a moment. Did you want Bucky to be yours? What about Aria? All these questions were seemingly flying about your mind, that you didn’t hear a tap on the glass. 

You thought it was just your imagination. You turned around, expecting to see just the night sky, but instead, saw a young girl, her hair plaited into two braids, and wearing a familiar coat. 


You ran over to the door, unlocking it from the inside, and opening. Before you could even react, she wraps her arms around your waist, almost screaming in delight.

“Y/N!” She cheers, as you lift her up, resting her on your hip. Darcy, whom was out in the kitchen, came running in, seeing the young girl clinging around your neck. 

“Who’s this?” She asks, pointing to the young girl. It takes her a moment, and a cause of you raising your eyebrows, before nodding. “Ahh, you’re Aria, yeah?” The young girl nods, still giggling.

“Why are you here then?” You ask, the girl still on your hip, as you walk around the back of the counter, picking up a strawberry cupcake, completed with frosting. She grins happily, the same one you remember from her father, as she takes the cake in her hands.

“We came to give you back your phone!” She explains. To this, Darcy shakes her head, confused.

“We?” She asks.

Her question is soon answered. The door opens again, and standing there, is the man. He’s dressed in a navy suit and tie, his brown shoes, and hair neatly placed back.