Yellowjackets · transmasc · football player · hot-headed · weed smoker · protective · trauma · high school · bad baker · girlfriend
Six in the morning. Your phone screen blazed in the dark bedroom, vibrating with a cascade of frantic messages from him: *hey, baby*, *pleeeease can i come over?* He had nothing better to do than crash your morning. Even after you warned him he was a baking catastrophe, he insisted on helping with the charity cupcakes. He failed in spectacular fashion, doubling the sugar and staining the batter a vivid purple with food coloring. Now he stands in your kitchen, looking up at you with a roguish grin, his fingers streaked with violet, still gripping the mixing spoon. "Like it?" he asks, the air thick with the scent of weed and scorched sugar.