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[castiwls]

:¨ ·.· ¨: `· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨 ✧˚ ༘ ೀ⋆.˚☕︎

𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓃' 𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈 💋

୨୧note prompts can be requested for any character on my character list! songs can be requested more than once with different lyrics <3

taste

please please please

good graces

sharpest tool

coincidence

bed chem

espresso

dumb & poetic

slim pickins

juno

lie to girls

don't smile

[x0xomady]

espresso

short n’ sweet au

summary: harry can’t keep his mind off of you so he makes a three am visit.

♫: “espresso” sabrina carpenter

a/n: this could either be based on “espresso” or “late night talking” so i’m imagining harry wrote lnt for you and you wrote espresso for him :) oh how i love desperate men

warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, not proofread i’m lazy.

“say you can’t sleep, baby i know, that’s that me espresso.”

“now you’re in my life, i can’t get you off my mind.”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

“damn it…” harry groans in frustration as he lays in bed, unable to sleep. he’s been tossing and turning in the sheets for the last three hours, and nothing works.

he worked out this evening to make himself tired, drank an insane amount of tea to ‘calm himself down,’ watched a dumb rom-com to distract himself, got in bed, and STILL could not fall asleep.

he stares at the ceiling in frustration, unable to keep his mind off you, the girl he was utterly obsessed with, and drove him insane.

what makes it worse, is harry had absolutely know right to be this obsessed with you. you were his friend, his sweet friend that he collabroated with and wrote music with.

he feels sick for thinking this way about you, but he can’t help it. every time he imagines your sweet voice, the late night phone calls about lyrics, the blood shoots right into his pants, and he feels guilty.

how could he? you’re always so sweet to him, always give him the best advice, always listen to him talk, but he just can’t help it.

“oh fuck it.” harry drops any ounce of self control he had and shoves his hand down his boxers. fuck he knows this is wrong, but everything about you is engrained in his brain.

it’s going to be a long night.

-ˋˏ ༻ ☕ ༺ ˎˊ-

“alright yeah, add that after the chorus.” you’re sat next to one of harry’s producers, working on his knew song. harry had asked you a few months ago to help with the production on his new album, and seeing as you love working with harry, you immediately said yes.

overall the writing was going smoothly. you already had three songs done, and had two in progress. harry sounded amazing as ever, and each part of the song was going together really well.

“okay, let’s get another guitar part in.” harry’s producer motioned for mitch to get into the recording booth, which he did. “whenever your ready.”

the guitar sounded perfect with harry’s pre-recorded vocals. everything was matching up just like it should. you glance back at harry who’s sitting on the couch of the studio with his little lyrical notebook, probably going through his notes.

you can’t help but stop paying attention to mitch for a moment, when you notice how out of it harry looks. his curls are messy and in his face, something harry usually avoids when he’s writing. he looks exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in days. something is definitely wrong.

harry is one of the most put together and organized people you know, today when he walked in he was chugging coffee and didn’t have his usual tote bag of stuff.

“that sounded great, mitch, what do you think, h?” tyler, one of harry’s producers, looks over at harry, who’s eyes snap up when he hears his name.

“oh… yeah that’s great, sounds good.” he nods and goes back to his lyric notebook. mitch and tyler give harry a strange look but shrug it off and goes back to listening to the recording.

you stand up from the chair by the recording equipment and walk over to harry, plopping down on the couch next to him.

“so… you good?” you glance over at him and watch his reaction. he shuts his notebook and nods, looking back over at you.

“yep all good.” he says bluntly and shoves the notebook in his pocket before standing up and walking away from you, over to the table with the other two.

that was extremely out of character for him. harry always gave you answers when he was upset, he always told you what was going on.

instead, he was acting like he needed to get away from you, he didn’t even hold eye contact for more than three seconds. weird.

the rest of the day felt uneasy, to say the least.

usually harry was really into it, but he was barely communicating with anyone if it wasn’t about the song. you assume it’s because he’s stressed about the album, but he’s never acted like this during one of your sessions before.

“alright i’m heading home.” mitch grabs his phone and stands up, patting harry on the back, before bidding goodbye and leaving. tyler nods in agreement and packs up his stuff before leaving the stuido as well, leaving harry and you alone.

you wave goodbye to the two of them before turning back around in your chair, looking over at harry. he’s sat in front of the table, writing in his journal quickly. he’s probably just in one of those moods where he needs to get the lyrics out as quickly as possible. so you respect that, and give him space.

instead of talking to him and interrupt whatever it is he’s working on, you turn back to the computer, replaying the song you had been working on all day.

it wasn’t weird, you and harry have been alone together more times than you can count.

sometimes harry liked to come to your house and sit on the couch quietly while you worked on your music. if you really think about it, most of your time together was sat in comfortable silence. which is something harry needed in his hectic day-to-day.

you hum along quietly to the song, typing down your own things into the computer. you’re working on your own album also, so adding little lyrics to your notes throughout the day wasn’t uncommon.

harry looks over at you and shakes his head, mumbling to himself before looking back at his journal.

“the song sounds great, h. are you happy with it?” after a few minutes you break the silence, glancing over at him.

harry nods and continues writing across the pages, filling it with lyrics you know you’ll love. “sounds nice.”

you sigh at his short answer, hoping for more, but you get it. he’s normally a pretty open person, but when he get’s in a mood he shuts everyone out.

after a few more minutes of tinkering with the song and relaxing in the calm studio, you stand up and grab your bag. “i’m going home. call me if you need anything.”

you give his shoulder a light squeeze, but don’t push anything so you don’t seem annoying, as you walk out of the studio.

harry nods and gives you a glance before looking back down. “mhm.”

-ˋˏ ༻ ☕ ༺ ˎˊ-

that night, you decided to take it easy. taking a long bath, doing your full skincare, blowdrying your hair, wearing your soft silk pajamas before slipping into bed.

it feels heavenly to take care of yourself and just let yourself be comfortable. harry and his weird behavior had been stressing you out all day, and it felt good not to think about anything.

you lay in bed comfortably, switching on the tv and playing your favorite show. rain can be heard outside the window, adding to the perfect atmosphere of your room.

as you’re laying in bed, finally feeling the anxiety of the day ooze out of you, you hear a bang on your door. you sit up in surprise, a little startled by the loud noise. you grab your phone and quickly look at the cameras, sighing in relief when you see it’s just harry.

what the hell is he doing here at three am?

it wasn’t uncommon for harry to make late night visits to you’re house, but he usually texted you first.

you sigh and flip off the tv, standing up from the bed and walking downstairs. you open the front door and are met with a drenched harry. his clothes are basically soaked through, and he has a kicked puppy expression on his face.

you immediately grab harry by the arm and pull him inside. “what are you doing?! it’s three am!”

he shrugs and walks into the house, his arms slouched and face down. “sorry… didn’t mean to wake you.”

“what- no you didn’t wake me, h. what’s wrong? are you okay?” you look at him in confusion, taking in the sad expression on his face.

harry nods and finally moves his head to look at you, the wet curls on his head sticking to his forehead. “i’m okay… just decided to take a walk. i couldn’t sleep.”

“you decided to take a walk at three am in the pouring rain?”

“well i left at midnight-“

“you’ve been walking around the city for three hours?!”

“i told you i can’t sleep!”

you look at harry, completely confused by his words and actions. he never acted like this. “cut it out harry, what’s wrong?”

“nothing’s wrong!” harry sighs in frustration and walks past you into the house.

you shake your head and follow him, walking over to the closet to get him a towel. “there’s obviously something if you’re cting like this! just tell me!”

he looks away from you and sits in one of the kitchen chairs. “i just have a lot on my mind.”

his voice is low and even, but you can sense the underlying tension in his words. you walk over to the closet and grab a towel, handing it to him as he sits there, his eyes fixed on the floor.

he takes the towel and rubs his hair, drying the dark curls. you can see the fatigue etched on his face, the dark circles under his eyes a testament to the lack of sleep.

you want to ask him what's wrong, to press him for answers, but something about his expression stops you. you take a seat next to him at the kitchen table, your eyes locked on his face. the only sound is the soft patter of the rain outside, the hum of the refrigerator in the background.

harry groans in frustration and rests his face in his hands. “you have no idea how much you’ve fucked me up.”

you feel a pang of guilt and confusion in your chest, but you try to ignore it. “what do you mean, harry?”

he looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and anger. “i can’t stop thinking about you. it’s driving me crazy and- and then you act like this! you act all sweet and you treat me so sweet and then- i have to just-”

harry's voice trails off, and he looks away from you, his eyes fixed on the floor again. you can sense the turmoil within him, the conflicting emotions that are tearing him apart. you feel a rush of guilt and confusion, unsure of how to respond.

"harry, i-" you start to say, but he interrupts you.

“no, don't. just let me finish,” he says, his frustrated as he sighs. "i know i shouldn't feel this way, and i don't want to ruin our friendship.”

you look at him in surprise, staying silent and letting him talk. harry takes a deep breath and continues, “you’re just so pretty and perfect- and i care about you so much and i can’t do this anymore!” he looks at you with a mixture of guilt and longing in his eyes.

“i can’t sleep at night, i think about you whenever i’m alone, i can’t even write a damn song without it being about you!”

you feel a rush of confusion and emotion, unsure of how to respond. you had no idea that harry felt this way about you, and you’re not sure how to react. you open your mouth to speak, but no words come out.

harry tosses the towel to the side and grabs your face gently so you’re looking at him, his eyes full of desperation. “please, love. either tell me you care like i do or cut me off. i can’t keep pretending like i don’t think of you every day like you aren’t everything to me.”

you feel a rush of emotion as you stare into his eyes, your heart pounding in your chest. you never expected to hear those words come out of his mouth, and you're not sure how to respond. your mind races as you try to process what he's saying, your thoughts a jumbled mess of confusion and fear.

“harry...” you start to say, but your voice trails off. you don't know what to say, and you can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you. harry's eyes never leave yours, and you can see the hope and fear mingling in their depths.

unable to find the words to express your feelings, you take matters into your own hands.

you can't help but feel nervous as you reach out and gently grab harry's face, pulling him down against your lips. the kiss is soft at first, but it quickly becomes more passionate as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. harry responds eagerly, his arms encircling your waist as he deepens the kiss.

harry moans into the kiss and pulls you against him. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him back towards your room.

you push open the door to your room, and harry follows closely behind, his lips still locked on yours. the sound of the rain outside fades into the background as you move further into the room. you can feel the warmth of the space enveloping you, a sanctuary from the turmoil that's been brewing between you and harry.

you break the kiss for a moment, your forehead resting against his as you catch your breath. "please, i need you, harry," you mumble against his lips, tugging at his wet hoodie. harry responds by pulling you closer, his hands resting on your hips as he deepens the kiss once more.

harry breaks the kiss for a moment, his eyes searching yours as if asking for permission. you nod, and he lifts you up, laying you down gently on the bed. he crawls over you, his body hovering above yours as he continues to kiss you.

"you drive me insane, angel," he sighs against your lips, pulling his hoodie over his head before pulling your pajama top off. his hands linger on your skin, and you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"you had me touching myself in bed like i was 13," he continues, his voice low and husky. you feel a rush of heat spread through your body, and you pull him closer, your fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos.

“yeah?” you look up at him, watching the way he moves. he nods and presses kisses to your neck, trailing down your chest.

“i can’t control myself around you, i turn into a mess every time i see your pretty face.” the soft kisses against your breasts turn more urgent as he looks up at you, tugging down his jeans and tossing them to the side.

his boxers fall to the ground and his thick cock springs free, the pre-cum dripping from his tip. “look how hard you make me, shit-“

he chokes out a moan as he squeezes the base of his length, watching you intently. “please touch yourself for me, i need to see you, baby.”

you nod, your heart pounding in your chest as you slip your hand under your underwear, feeling the wetness that's been building up since the moment harry showed up at your doorstep. your fingers find your clit, and you start to rub in slow circles, your breath hitching as harry watches you.

“that’s it, angel,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he pulls down your underwear, his eyes trained on your wet folds.

you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge as you watch him stroke himself, the arousal glistening on his tip.

“please- i need you to touch me, harry.” you whimper. you can feel your legs trembling as you continue to rub your clit, your fingers slick with your wetness.

harry doesn’t hesitate, his hand moving between your legs as he gently parts your folds. before putting himself inside you, he rests his cock against your cunt, rubbing his length through your folds. his tip head bumping against your clit perfectly. harry’s eyes never leave yours, and you can see the desire burning in the green iris’s.

“do you see what you do to me?” he chokes out a moan as he slowly grinds his cock against you, his head hitting your clit each time. “you make a mess of me.”

you whimper, your body trembling as he continues to tease you. harry’s cock is slick with pre-cum, and you can see it glistening in the dim light of your room.

he leans down and gently presses a kiss to your forehead before moving to his knees between your legs. with a groan, he pushes his cock past your tight entrance. “harry,” you moan, holding onto his shoulders as he slips deep inside of you, pushing until his heavy balls rest against your ass.

harry’s thrusts are slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on yours as he fills you up completely. you can feel every inch of him, and it’s overwhelming in the most delicious way..

“so perfect, h,” you whimper and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him as deep as possible. the movement causes harry to groan, his eyes fluttering closed as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. his hot breath sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel your body responding to his touch.

you tilt your hips, and harry responds by increasing the pace of his thrusts. his thick cock slides in and out of you, each thrust allowing you to feel each and every part of you.

the sensation is almost too much to bear, and you let out a soft cry as his spongy head grinds deep against your walls. harry's breath catches, and he watches you.

"angel, you're so tight," he whispers, his voice trembling with restraint. "i don't know how much longer i can hold on, you’re so sweet, so perfect for me."

you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. harry groans, his body shuddering as he tries to maintain control. his thrusts become more urgent, more desperate, and you can feel your own climax building.

your breath hitches as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. "i- i love you, harry."

harry looks at you with big eyes as you say that, his thrusts slowing down a little. "really?"

“yeah," you whisper, running your hand through his hair. "i love you, harry."

harry's eyes light up, and he leans down to kiss you deeply. his thrusts become more passionate, more fervent as he hears your confession. you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body tensing up as harry's thrusts become more intense. “fuck angel, i love you too, more than anything.”

your breath hitches as you feel the pressure building inside you. "i'm cumming- shit," you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation. harry's hand moves swiftly to rub your clit, giving you the perfect amount of stimulation.

you squeeze your eyes shut as the sensation becomes too much to handle. your walls begin to tighten around harry's cock, your orgasm milking his release. he groans, his body shuddering as he tries to hold on.

harry's cock pulses inside you, releasing hot ropes of cum as he finds his own release. he sighs and falls next to you on the bed. you sigh and listen to his breathing for a minute before breaking the silence.

“i think i have an idea for a song.”

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[vividxpages]

‧𓍢ִ໋☕ ׂ 𓈒 ⋆  the boy with the thick jacket and the cute accent *₊˚🍂୧

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!Reader

words: 3700

summary: over time, Jace with his books by the window has become your favorite customer at the coffee shop you work at. The two of you quietly pine for each other, but when someone else tries to flirt with you, Jace’s jealousy finally gets him to make a move.

warnings: coffee shop au, meet-cute, pining, really just wholesome fluff, uncomfortable attempt at getting reader’s number (not Jace), first kiss

a/n: just something short and sweet for the cold weather outside! <3  I hope you’ll like it, let me know your thoughts!

⋆.˚🥧⋆.˚

There were many things you liked about working at the little coffee shop down the small alley overgrown with ivy.

The quiet yet busy atmosphere always made you feel welcome, surrounded all day by the smell of fresh coffee and tea, homemade cakes and biscuits and the steady stream of kind and appreciative customers who happened to stumble upon the little shop. The walls were covered with bookshelves and old-worn paperbacks stacked in them and the wooden boards creaked lovingly underneath your feet when you made your way towards guests by their tables.

There were many things that made you love the job, but none of them brought you as much joy as the curly-haired boy in his usual seat by the window, lost in his books and taking hours to finish his order.

The first time he had come in here, he had stumbled in from a sudden rain shower, his jacket dripping on the floor and his cheeks a rosy red as he stepped towards the counter, rubbing his hands together. You had turned around, rather busy in the usual stream of customers in the afternoon after uni ended, and there he was.

Dark lovely eyes, a mouth looking so kissable it made your knees weak and an angel-like face that seemed to be just as awe-struck as you were. You had stared at each other as if you were the only two people in the coffee shop, his glossy brown curls dripping rain while you still held an empty mug in your hand.

Hopelessly hit by cupid’s arrow.

“H-hi, what can I get for you?”

“Hi…”

You had to swallow down a giggle, raising your eyebrow at him. “Hi. What would you like to eat or drink?” You stood ready at the cash register, your eyes wandering to his lips as he opened and closed his mouth once again.

“Umm…yeah, I would like a…I’ll just take something hot please, to go.” The cute stranger tore his eyes away from you and fumbled with his wallet. A pretty blush crept up his neck “Whatever you recommend for me to have.”

My number then, you thought to yourself, but nodded in all seriousness as you tipped something into the screen. “The house’s special it is then, coming right up. What’s your name?”

He smiled at you then, nearly blinding you with it. “I’m Jace.”

Jace.

In your chest, little butterflies took flight.

As your colleague took over the line behind Jace, you got to work, giving some extra love into his coffee order as you drizzled some final touches of the good caramel on top and finally pressed a lid to the cup. The whole time, you could feel the boy’s eyes on you, not leaving you out of sight for once as he admired you.

Usually, you called out people’s names for their orders, but it wasn’t particularly full today and you could not deny that you had asked him out of curiosity. Jace still stood close to your side of the counter as you turned to him with a smile.

“Alright, Jace. House’s autumn special, I hope it’ll warm you up right away.” You told him sincerely and handed him the cup, your fingers brushing briefly and sending small lightning through you as he took it from you.

His eyes shifted to the name tag on your blouse before he paid up, sliding a generous tip into the little piggy bank between you. “I’m sure it’s amazing if you made it. Thank you.” He murmured your name as if he tasted every syllable for the first time in his life and as unexpected as he had come, he was gone and you wanted to melt into a puddle right behind the counter.

Ever since that fateful day, Jace had come back for more than just to-go orders. As the trees outside lost their leaves and the world was painted in red, orange and yellow, he mostly spent his free afternoons in the cozy seat by the window, his papers spread out in front of him on the table.

He was your most frequent customer and over time, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to his visits than just the good coffee and the occasional brownie treat he bought, especially when you sometimes caught him gazing at you and ignoring his homework.

By now, you knew what his order would be before he had even fully closed the door behind him or sometimes surprised him with a new little creation of yours in exchange for his honest opinion. (He always loved them.)

You liked the way he talked, a little flustered still but always happy to see you were there and how he always cleared his table so you wouldn’t have to, although it was your job.

You liked the way he could get lost in his books and papers for hours, biting his lip in concentration and absent-mindedly twirling one of his curls around his pointy finger as he took a sip of his warm drink.

You liked to know he was eating and drinking something you made, as if your slowly growing adoration for him could take root in his belly, filling him with warmth from the inside. He made you want to create and bake and become so much more than just his waitress for the rainy afternoons in autumn.

The nature of your timid relationship eventually began to change when he brought you flowers one time. You just had gotten out of the kitchen, a little flour still sticking to your cheek as you were greeted by a big bouquet which he held in front of his face. At your surprised gasp, he slowly lowered it and smiled at you, still blushing as he had on the day of your first meeting.

“I don’t want to hold you up, but the time I spend here is my highlight of the day and...this is for you.” He gingerly handed you the flowers over the counter and you almost walked around it and hugged him, a call from the kitchen stopping you from such impulsive desires.

But after the flowers, you both got a little braver.

You drew little hearts in the foam of his coffee orders and in return, your conversations became longer and longer when you had time in between rush hours. You sometimes recommended him books from the second-hand shelf in the corner and watched fondly when he was absorbed in the story the next day, your chest aching for something more with him outside of your working place.

But Jace seemed to be very polite, almost a little shy if the blush befalling him was any evidence every time you walked up to his table. And while you were desperately pining at this point, you were not brave enough yet to go beyond drawing little hearts on the boy’s coffee… 

One afternoon, you worked quietly behind the counter when a gust of autumn wind rushed into the café and a tall blond woman and two little boys walked in. Jace was sitting by the window, nose buried in a Donna Tartt paperback – he thought you did not notice, but you could feel his eyes on you from time to time – when he suddenly perked up and waved at them.

You watched them silently, nearly spilling milk all over the counter when you didn’t notice the glass for the milkshake was already full to the brim. His mom, you saw the familiarity now, kissed his cheek before he bent down and hugged the kids as they squealed in excitement to see him.

A giddy smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you turned your back towards the shop’s floor and got to work at the coffee machine. With practiced movements, you quickly made two hot chocolates and sprinkled a little cinnamon and chocolate rasps over the creamy foam. You took a deep breath and checked your appearance in the mirror over the big sink, making sure you did not look disheveled from your shift before you made your way over to Jace’s table.

As you got closer, you asked yourself if you were not too impulsive – surely you still had time to turn around? – but just as you were about to lose your bravery, Jace spotted you and his whole face brightened up, the dazzling smile you had grown to adore easing down your nerves.

“Hello.” You smiled shyly into the round and placed the plate in your hands on the table, the two cups steaming and adorned by two bowls of fresh cookies from the counter. “I thought the two gentlemen would like some hot chocolate, maybe? Ma’am, if I can get you anything-“

“Oh, there’s no need for formalities.” She smiled at you, a curious sparkle in her eyes. “I’m Rhaenyra, Jace’s mother. Nice to meet you.”

The little boys, undeniably twins now that you got a closer look at them, eyed you over the rims of their mugs. “Is that her, Jace? The girl you talk about aaall the time?”

“Ooh yes, the pretty girl, aaaall the time…”

Jace and you both froze, his little brother’s words leaving you speechless.

He…talked about you in front of his family? All. The. Time?

Rhaenyra looked between the two of you, noticing the awkward tension in the air and quickly saying: “I’d love to have a coffee with a little milk, thank you, dear.”

Jace still looked at you with wide eyes while his brothers peacefully sipped their chocolates as if they had not just exposed their older brother’s crush right in front of her. You opened and closed your mouth, face burning as you quickly nodded and mumbled: “Coming right up.”

The rest of your shift seemed to pass in a blur, your mind circling around what you had just learned.

Was there really a possibility Jace liked you back? Even his mother had been quick to dissolve the awkward situation and after you had brought her the coffee and Jace seemed to try to catch your eye every now and then, not really concentrating on the conversation at his table.

To get rid of the nervousness coursing through your stomach, you dedicated yourself to the little tarts in front of you, delicately placing small raspberries on the soft dough and decorating the top with small swirls of cream. The end result looked like little clouds and it seemed like your hands weren’t shaking as badly anymore now.

It was starting to get dark outside and there were still twenty minutes until your shift ended. You were the last one behind the counter this evening, only the nice ladies in the kitchen remained with you and most of the customers had left already. You sneaked a look to the window where Jace still sat, alone now again after his family had left, biting his lip and fidgeting as he looked outside into the rain. Would you just move on from this as if nothing happened?

“Hey, could you get me a coffee to go?” A guy you recognized from earlier visits grinned at you, leaning against the counter and a little too much into your personal space.

You nodded politely and grabbed a clean cup from the board behind you.

“And also your number if you’re on it, babe.”

You froze, staring at the cup in your hands. You had never liked this guy, he usually was brash and loud when he came in with his friends and he never left a tip, always demanding and impatient when his order took only a second longer than usual.

You started the coffee machine and looked over your shoulder. “I would rather not, thank you.”

“Aww come on, babe, I’ve been here so often just because you’re pretty, I think I earned it.”

You clenched your fists, the coffee trickling into the cup way too slow for your liking. “There’s nothing to earn, I just work here. And I’m not your babe.”

“Getting bratty now, huh? I think you just wanna-“

“Love, are you ready to go?”

Out of nowhere, Jace had appeared beside the douche, looking between your frozen form and the guy who now raised a confused eyebrow at him. You swallowed thickly, not knowing if you heard correctly. Love?

“Who are you?” The guy asked Jace, ignoring the coffee you now placed in front of him.

“I’m her boyfriend.” Jace said tensely, his dark eyes not leaving him. A warmth rushed through your belly at those words. “Is there a problem here? I don’t like the way you talk to her.”

“Calm down, dude, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend.”

Jace glared at him, his jaw set. “You don’t have to know she has a boyfriend to simply respect her. Get your coffee and go.”

Assured by Jace’s presence now, you calmly turned your attention to the guy and opened your hand. “That’s three-fifty. We’re closing now, so don’t have a seat.”

You watched with quiet satisfaction as he fumbled out a five and let it fall on the counter. You took it from him, smiling sweetly before you glimpsed into the cash register. “Sorry, we’re completely out of change. Bye.”

He grumbled to himself, throwing one last look over his shoulder before he left the café and the last bit of tension left your shoulders. Jace looked at you, scratching the back of his neck, grimacing. “I’m sorry. I knew you could handle it, but the way he talked to you made me so angry…”

You shook your head, smiling timidly. “No, thank you, really. He’s been getting on my nerves before. Maybe he won’t come back now, finally. Although it’s sad this was what it takes for him to leave me alone.”

Jace chuckled nervously. “I couldn’t think of anything else, sorry. And I also apologize for my brothers earlier. I didn’t want you to feel awkward…”

The butterflies in your stomach fluttered hopefully. “They were cute.” You said and searched his gaze. He looked at you the way he had on the very first day, awestruck and hopeful and so, so sweet. You bit your lip, adding quietly: “Did they…say the truth?”

Jace let out a shaky breath. “Yeah…” He told you hoarsely. “I…I’ve been thinking of ways to ask you out, but- I’m a hopeless case, it seems. God, I didn’t want you to find out through my toddler brothers.”

You laughed lightly, relieved to have your hopeful guess confirmed. “Well…my shift is over in about five minutes and I don’t have any plans. Do you want to get something to eat maybe?”

“I’d love that.” He smiled at you brightly and it brightened the room.

You made quick work at the counter as Jace gathered his things and the comfy looking jacket he had been wearing since the start of fall. When you were dressed in your long scarf and elegant coat, the two of you were ready to go.

It almost was weird, to walk and talk with Jace outside of the familiar environment of the café, but the two of you had no problem picking up a conversation, comfortably falling into a discussion about the books you had been reading recently and what he was currently up to at uni.

When you reached the big square of the town, you stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm. “Wait, where are we even going, I did not even ask.” You laughed, surprised how much time had passed already with him by your side.

Jace looked around the street, his dark eyes shimmering with the warm light the street lamp threw down at him. “Umm…there is a great pizza place nearby. They serve really good slices and also sweet mulled wine when it’s cold. We might be lucky tonight.”

“Sounds perfect.” You sighed, your stomach growling at the thought of some good pizza and followed him, barely resisting the urge to lace your fingers together.

The little booth tucked between two shops that were now closed was buzzing with life, the smell of delicious wine and fresh pizza filling the air and making your mouth water. Jace greeted the two men behind the counter and rested a careful hand on your back so you could step beside him and see what sorts they were offering tonight.

“You’re here often?” You chuckled as he nodded shyly.

“I’m not really good at cooking.” He replied. “The quattro formaggi is really, really good. So is the one with the cherry tomatoes and pesto.”

You nodded eagerly and fumbled with your bag, ready to get your wallet out, but Jace shook his head at you. “My treat, okay? You always get me such good pastries and cakes.”

“But Jace, you pay for them as well!”

“Doesn’t matter.” He grinned. “Why don’t you find us a table and I’ll get us some mulled wine and the pizza?”

Soon, Jace returned to you, two paper plates full with steaming hot pizza slices that were joined quickly by the promised mulled wine. The speakers by the booth played some easy music and over you, the sky had gotten dark and the air cool.

At your first bite, you groaned in delight and Jace cocked his eyebrow at you. “Good?”

“So good.” You agreed, eagerly having another one. “We should have this at the café! All the sugar and cinnamon are nice, but this? Thank you for opening the world of spices and vegetables for me.”

You laughed as he tried to break a cheese string between his mouth and the pizza off and the sweet wine only made you giddier to spend time with him. He asked you about your life as you ate and you told him the job at the café helped you to save for a professional training as a commis pâtisserie you wanted to start in spring. Jace listened to you intently, his eyes not leaving yours once.

“You have a little…” He lost the rest of his sentence, reaching out a hand and softly brushing some small crumbs of your pizza away from your cheek. Your heart skipped a beat at his careful touch, holding very still for him. “There, now it’s gone.”

“Thank you.” You said quietly, a little breathless. It had been some time since you had been close to someone like this and since it was Jace, you found yourself wanting to lean closer, to let his touch linger and blossom. “It’s nice, talking to you. I’m glad your brothers visited you today.”

You laughed together, both of you trying to hide your smitten faces as you took a last sip of the warm beverage. The plates between you had become empty and your heart sank a little when it was time to leave.

“Thank you for tonight, I…I like being with you, too. I’ll walk you home, if you’d like.” Jace offered warmly and looked down the road. He buried his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Will you be at the coffee shop tomorrow?”

You nodded, a warm feeling rushing through you at the thought you’d see him there, now that everything had changed a little. “You might get to have one of my famous chocolate fudge brownies if you’re lucky.”

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow as you began to make your way down the street. “Do only your favorite guests get them?”

“Oh yeah.” You teased, trying to stay serious. “Only the ones who save me from annoying guys and invite me out for pizza afterwards.”

You looked at each other underneath the light of a streetlamp, the two of you the only souls still wandering through the night. Jace stared at you, his plump lips slightly agape. He tucked a lost curl behind his ear underneath the hoodie and said sincerely: “Then I will do my best to hold that spot.”

“It’s already yours, Jace.” You said softly and then you could not hold yourself back anymore. You stepped closer and as the boy you had grown to adore so much exhaled shakingly, you held his face between your hands and kissed him.

Jace let out a surprised huff against you, but immediately melted in your embrace as he gently kissed you back, his hands quickly finding their way out of his pockets again to hold on to your waist. You smiled against his lips and sighed happily, your one hand wandering into the curls in his nape as the other grabbed the front of his hoodie.

You had no idea how much time passed as you kissed without a worry in the world. You welcomed his warm embrace as he held you closer, your arms coming to rest around his shoulders as the kiss deepened, his lips tasting of sweet wine and faintly of the waffles he had at the shop today. Your heart threatened to overflow with giddiness as Jace moaned softly into your mouth, cradling you against his chest and touching your soft hair as you kissed and kissed and kissed…

You didn’t know it yet, but tomorrow, he’d bring you another bouquet of flowers, roses this time and you’d spend your lunch break together and kiss some more.

In the following weeks, you indulged in cozy dates at restaurants Jace knew or simply stayed on his couch all night, cuddling and kissing and eventually falling into bed together…

In the next months, you grew closer and closer and you met his family again – “The pretty girl is back, now Jace can stop pining after you like a poet!” – and Jace supported you as you started your training however he could, which mostly meant he got to try all your little perfect creations and praise you endlessly for them.

One year ahead from now on, you moved into a cozy little apartment together, your home always filled with the love you shared and many, many books and baking goods.

You did not know it yet, but oh, how you were going to find out what it meant to love Jacaerys…

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[todomochi-uwu]

Short n' Sweet

Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's album Short n' Sweet I will write and post a series of twelve one-chapter fics during October. Most of these will be angsty smut, so beware of that. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

Masterlist 

If you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee ☕

Taste ┃ Bang Chan

"Well, I heard you're back together and if that's true

You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you"

Loving him and losing him might hurt just as much or even more as making her taste your pain. Is it worth it? Or have you forgotten who was the one who wronged you?

Please Please Please ┃ Changbin

tbd

Good Graces ┃ Hyunjin

tbd

Sharpest Tool ┃ Han

tbd

Coincidence ┃ Lee Know

tbd

Bed Chem ┃ Seungmin

tbd

Espresso ┃ Lee Know

tbd

Dumb & Poetic ┃ Han

tbd

Slim Pickins ┃ I.n

tbd

Juno ┃ Bang Chan

tbd

Lie to Girls ┃ Seungmin

tbd

Don’t Smile ┃ Felix

tbd

[sunflowerkiwis]

Daisy

oscar piastri x reader summary: oscar starts following a certain flower shop owner who just so happens to soft launch at the same time as him... feedback is appreciated + requests are open! a/n: Miranda Kelly is Yn's best friend | part two? | she’s a short one and a sweet one <3 enjoy xx

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daisies.and.bees on sunday's we restock <3

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mirandakelly can't wait to drop by tomorrow!!

daisies.and.bees can't wait to see you! :)

user01 is this the girl oscar followed recently

user03 babe who

user01 he's an f1 driver who drives for mclaren😭

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mirandakelly helping her prep for the new season🤎

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yn_yln your coffee always helps the bouquets turn out better😙

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kelly.bean great choice😉

user05 she's so pretty :00

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yn_yln he's been getting lessons from the big boss☕

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mirandakelly one of my finest students

user01 someone tell me this does not look like oscar piastri. tell me.

user07 now that you mention it...

daisies.and.bees cute flowers ;)

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oscarpiastri mid-afternoon break💐

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daisies.and.bees 🌷🌷🌷

user11 ain't no way.

user07 to twitter we go

landonorris this could be us...

oscarpiastri i like my new coffee partner better...

landonorris wow.

[iiwaijime]

200 FOLLOWER EVENT

thank u guys so much for 200 followers in such a short period of time 🥹🥹 when i started posting my old PLUS NEW works again here i did NAWT expect to get back most, if not all, my pookies back !!

i saw other ppl ( @afyrian + @causenessus ) doing this and thought i'd like to try it too!! btw check out their ones cs they're amazing writers n congratulate them for their milestones👊💥

therefore formatting and stuff is heavily inspired by them,,,

.. n e ways!! basically u can send requests from the following thru asks!! feel free to mix n match!! anons/repeats are welcome!

-drabbles, short fics (<1000 words), smaus, hcs OK !

-doing characters from genshin, hsr, mha, haikyuu, jjk, bllk !!

- requests format example [🐙 🏪 with choso!] or [🦑💻 smau with kenma!]

genres

fluff 🐙 hurt/comfort 🦑

aus

arranged marriage 💍 artist/muse 🎨 blind date 🕶️ bookstore 📚 childhood friends 💥 coffee shop ☕ dancers 🩰 fake dating 🪩 flower shop 🌹 rockstar 🎸 sibling's best friend 🔥 soulmates 💗 streamer/content creator 💻 street racing 🏎️

one-word prompts

coffee 🏪 cooking 🍳 flowers 💐 hair 💈 pets 🐾 plane ✈️ rain ☂️ run 🐑 shoes 👟 sleep 💤 socks 🧦 sunshine ☀️ tea 🍵 water 🌊 yellow 🧀

quotes

"fuck you!" "sure." 🥧 "it's always been you." 🌯 "i can't lose you." 🍄 "is it too late?" 🍚 "it's not a good night unless you're here." 🍕 "i'm still not sorry." 🍰 "maybe we should kiss." "maybe." 🍓 "no matter what, i'll always be yours." 🧃 "you know, you can tell me anything." 🍣 "you're my best friend." 🍪 "you're my happily ever after." 🍺

mlist!!

flowers for the florist (sweets for the sweet) — bokuto kōtarō , 🐙🌹💐

hey lover — toji fushiguro, 🐙🍕

anything — rensuke kunigami, 🦑💗🍄

soft and stupid and smitten — tetsurou kuroo , 🐙🏎️🥧

dense — tobio kageyama , 💥🍚🍪

yes this is a confession — toge inumaki , 🐙💍💐🍺

shameless — rintarō suna , 🐙🍕🔥

[anonymousbardd]

꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: Her

Babysitter

↳ Eli Jang x FemReader

- Eli Jang doesn't trust anyone other than hostle to protect and care for his daughter, but when he needed his daughter to be taken care of, all family members of hostle was unexpectedly busy.

It lead to Eli Jang asking for help from a classmate he had on J high from the Beauty Department.

I had expected it... Of course someone like her would be concerned about the fact that I have a daughter at such a young age.

But what surprised me is that she was willing to help and promised not to say anything unless she was given permission.

(F/n) had always been that one person my gut told me that I could trust, she isn't pushy and doesn't push boundaries.

I was hesitant but I decided to give her a high level of my trust, I trusted her to protect my daughter while I was away.

The night she came to my home, to hostle, she had packed a backpack and a list of things she wanted to ask me.

"Is Yenna allergic to anything? What type of food does she eat? When's her bedtime? What's her favourite story book? Is her skin sensitive? What time does she bathe?"

She was ready to do her part and do whatever it takes to take care of my daughter, I felt a slight relief and gave her all the information she needed to know.

I was worried that she might be weirded out due to how protective I was, but she just stood there, listening to everything I say, asking questions for clarifications.

By the time I had finished, Yenna was already tired, (F/n) smiled and picked her up, she looked at me with her (E/c) eyes, "Don't worry, Eli, you can trust Yenna with me," she smiled.

I didn't want to leave Yenna alone, but I had to, I sighed and nodded, "If something happens, call out for help from mama, and then immediately contact me."

(F/n) smiled and nodded her head, "Will do!"

I then left with Warren to finish some business that needed to be done, and as I did, I kept thinking about my daughter and how she's doing.

I was getting pretty distracted, if it wasn't for Warren reassuring me, I would have probably ran back home every chance I get just to check up on my daughter.

After a day or four of being out, I recieved a message from Sally, "Eli, when are you coming home? Yenna misses you".

By that time, Warren and I were already finished with the job anyway, I turned to the dark haired man and spoke, "Let's go back now."

He didn't get why we needed to hurry, but it was my daughter's calling that made me want to go home sooner.

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꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊:「 ✦ Reader's Perspective ✦ 」

The day Eli asked me for a favour, I felt honoured to know that he trusted me to ask for my help, the moment he mentioned that he had a daughter, I felt a sudden shot of reflection.

He talked about his little girl with so much love, passion and care, he praised every little thing she does and even showed cute moments of her.

When Eli asked for my help to look after her, I couldn't say no, I just had the feeling that I had to.

I agreed to help him which seemed to surprise him, by then, I already knew the questions that ran in his head.

The night I met the young girl, I fell in love, she's beautiful, sweet, lively and adorable.

Her eyes held so much light, I couldn't help but love the little girl, Eli was understandably hesitant to have his daughter alone with a classmate he isn't too close to.

But eventually, he decided to entrust his daughter to me.

When Eli had left, I spent a lot of time playing with Yenna, I read to her, sang her lullabies.

Sally was there to help me with some stuff that I had difficulty with, over the short amount of time Yenna and I spent together, I felt bonded with the little girl.

One night, I was singing Yenna lullaby, when I had finished, I tucked her in and closed the lights, I had bought her glow in the dark stickers so that her room would have a bit of light.

As I was about to leave, Yenna cooed and sat up, she reached out her tiny hands and looked at me, her hands opened and closed.

I sighed and got walked back up to her, "Do you want me to stay?" I asked, Yenna giggled and clapped her hands, I smiled and laid down on the bed.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Yenna had been sleeping on Eli's room, she's been missing him for a while and it was obvious.

The night I slept beside Yenna, I felt something in my stomach, her tiny hands wrapped around my finger, the way she slept made my heart race.

It reminded me of a little boy, a baby boy.

My son.

Tears welled up my eyes as I remembered my baby boy, it had only been a few months after he had died, he's about a year younger than Yenna.

As I looked at the young girl in front of me, she reminded me of my dearest son, a child I hadn't planned but loved with all of my heart.

I quietly sobbed, careful not to wake up the sleeping little bean next to me.

After a while I fell asleep holding Yenna in my arms.

An hour or so later, I found myself half awake as someone entered the room, their footsteps were light and faint.

I was slightly worried not knowing who it was, but when I heard their quiet hum and I instantly knew who it was, it was Eli.

I felt him place a soft kiss on Yenna's forehead, and I felt him wipe my dried tears off from my cheek.

His touch was soft and gentle, it was like he was brushing his fingers against something so delicate.

I felt Eli lean closer, his breath tickled my ear as I laid down, "Thank you..." He whispered.

He then turned off the light and after a while, I felt him lay on the other side of the bed, I then fell asleep again and dreamt of nothing that night.

The next morning I woke uo feeling something wrapped around my waist, my eyes fluttered open and saw Eli sleeping in front of me.

His eyes were shut and he looked so peaceful.

My eyes glanced around and saw that Yenna was no longer in bed, I slightly panicked and I suppose it woke up Eli.

"What's wrong...?" He muttered, his voice was deep and raspy.

"Y-Yenna... She's not here..." I said, he he blinked a couple of times and shut his eyes again, "She's with Sally," he mumbled.

I let out a relieved sigh and looked at Eli, his hands were wrapped around me and it didn't seem like he had the intention of letting go, my face heat up as I processed what position we were in.

I tried to slowly wiggle out of his arms but he pulled me closer, his head leaned onto mt chest and he quietly whined.

"Stay... Just for a bit... I'm comfortable."

I paused for a moment and then sighed, my arms wrapped around his neck and my hands gently played with his hair.

I decided that staying in bed for a while isn't too bad, after all, Eli is a tired father trying to provide for his family.

I began to quietly hum and continued to play with his hair, he was tense but eventually fell at ease.

I felt Eli fall asleep, we were in each other's arms, I decided to suck it up and get some rest as well.

Although I did hear someone snap a few pictures from outside the door.

༝༚༝༚𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚍

[ghostmaldo]

‧𓍢ִ໋☕ ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ Akaza x GN!Reader~Modern coffee shop AU ‧𓍢ִ໋☕ ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

I’ve had the premise of this idea brewing in the back of my mind for sometime after reading a similar fic I can no longer find ;-; Rengoku is behaving as a protective older sibling to reader. Akaza is a flirty meanace but still drinks his respect women juice.

This is a fantasy setting in a fantasy world children please don’t leave with men you don’t really know. EVER. At the very lease exercise caution and tell someone where you’re going.

No warnings, flustered reader and a sweet kiss at the end

Playlist listened to while writing: Lowkey imagined it was the music playing the lobby of the coffee shop

Ask box open 💙

~Maldo

“Thank you and have a nice day!” (Y/N) smiled brightly as they bid another satisfied customer farewell. Kyōjurō Rengoku stood beside them beaming his usual smile. “Excellent (Y/N)! I’m always happy to see you getting along with the guests!” They returned his warm smile, opening their mouth to form a polite response. But they were caught off mid breath by the sound of something crashing in the back room of the store followed by Zenitsu infamous screamed. The two of them could hear the ‘hushed whispers’ of Tanjiro and Inosuke bantering back and forth. “Oh my, I’ll be right back! Just holler at me if you need anything!” And with that Rengoku disappeared to investigate the trio’s whereabouts.

Chuckling to themselves, (Y/N) turned their attention back to the front counter. Seeing a figure right out of the corner of their eye, they let out a sharp gasp. Finding pastel lashes and bright ocean eyes starring directly them along with a charming smile. Recognizing these eyes, they quickly relaxed, reforming their customer smile. “A-Akaza! Sorry, you startled me…. Again.” His smirk grew while he leaned himself onto the counter. Leaning his chin into his palm promptly closing the already short space between them to a mere few inches. (Y/N) concluded he must have just finished at the gym judging by the snug black shirt he sported and his hair slicked back as if he showered a few moments ago. What also gave him away was a specific cologne he used after he visited the gym. (Y/N) had picked up on the fact he only wore it *after* his work out. The scent noticeably missing on the few occasions he came before his routine.

“Oh my apologies precious, I just can’t help myself sometimes.” He gave a low laughter that stirred (Y/N) stomach. He always managed to make them a flustering mess within the few minutes of being in their presence. They cleared their throat quickly to gather themselves, though thier eyes never moved from his. They admitted… his eyes were easy to admire.

“What can I get for you today Akaza?” His eyes seamlessly flickered up to the menu above, grazing over the many things they offered within a few seconds before retuning his gaze back to (Y/N). “Hmmm, I was thinking of trying something new today…” A michevious look danced across his eyes lashes. Heat blossomed on (Y/N) face instantly when they caught his knowing smirk. Yet, they still dared to play into his little antics… it made the work day a little more exciting with him around. “W-what did you have in mind.”

Akaza snapped his fingers suddenly, as if the best idea had just entered his mind. “I know! Why don’t we try that new ice cream parlor after your done here. My treat! What do you think about that?” The proposition took them by complete surprise. They fumbled with a response at first, stopped speaking, taking a deep breath in. And once again speaking. “W-With me?”

He nodded, pointing a gentle finger at them. “Yes, with you. No pressure though-“

“Yes.” They cut him off unintentionally. “That actually sounds lovely.” They caught themselves by surprise with their answer. But they trusted their gut instinct Akaza wouldn’t do any sort of malice to them. (Y/N) confirmation causes a genuine smile to uplift on Akaza’s face, one they’d never seen him make before. Another waft of his scent invading (Y/N) senses. It was so… lovely. Mentally they swooned

“Wonderful! I’m so glad to hear! What time to you get off precious?”

Discussing the details with Akaza, they confirmed with each other they’d meet back up at the coffee shop a little after 4pm. That was also the exact moment Rengoku made emerged back up to the front with noticeable dark coffee stains all over his nicely pressed shirt. However, all those thoughts went right out the window as he locked eyes with Akaza. Uh oh… he defiantly wasn’t happy to see him. And yet, Akaza simply waved cheerily at him as if they were life long friends. “Kyōjurō!”

“Akaza.”

A chill shiver ran over (Y/N) spine they way Rengoku frowned toward the man in question. Rengoku never, ever frowned at anyone, no matter how difficult they were being… unless that persons name was Akaza. They were unsure why Rengoku disliked him so much but at this point they were a bit too afraid to ask. “I trust you are behaving for my employee.”

“Of course! I was just about to leave actually…” He pivoted on his feet toward the door but stopped to turn his attention back to (Y/N) one last time. Sending a charming wink their way. “I’ll see you later precious~”

They melted right in their place with that singular wink. That was a enough serotonin for them to last for weeks. (Y/N) pinning was interupted however with the way Rengoku peered at them with concern. “You’re seeing him after your shift today?”

“J-just for ice cream a few blocks over. Nothing serious!” They responded hastily, raising their hands in front of them in self defense. Saying it aloud did make it have other implications or as if they were walking into a lions den- still, they were standing firm on their gut with this one. “Do you still have Mitsuri’s number?” They nodded at the mention of one of their other co-workers. “Good, good, I don’t want to tell you how to live you life, so I’m not going to. But would you at least let Mitsuri know where you are and when you get home?”

A smile broke out onto (Y/N) face. Rengoku was always so protective of his workers, much like an older brother. The concern warmed their heart. “Of course Rengoku! I promise!”

The tension of the room disappeared along with his frown as his signature smile returned to his face. “Very good! Do enjoy yourself (Y/N).”

☕︎༄

The entire interaction with Akaza after work was more than delightful. They sent the text to Misturi as promised to Rengoku. Then, Akaza lead the both of them to the ice cream shop just a few blocks over. They took turns talking about their days and learning a few things about each other as they walked. (Y/N) rather enjoyed Akaza’s company and was exstatic to learn he ran a Dojo of his own on the other side of town. Which was the reason he was always working so hard on his physique with long hours at the gym. He also listened attentively with interest when (Y/N) spoke about the things in their life.

Once they arrived at the ice cream shop, it seemed a mountain of other people had the same idea on the warm summer evening. (Y/N) shifted uncomfortable between their two feet upon viewing how many people there were. Something Akaza’s keens eyes picked up on quickly. “If you tell me what flavor you like, Ill get it for you. And maybe you can find us a table outside?” They blinked at him for a second before happily agreeing. ‘How sweet of him to offer.’

It didn’t take long for Akaza to return with two single scoop cones in his hand. One of Strawberry for himself and the other of (Y/N) preferred flavor. “For you (Y/N), my precious.” He spoke, handing them their cone before having a seat across from them. Something was a bit different from the way Akaza carried himself now then when they were together in the shop. The mushy flirty comments had stopped, though a content smile did remain on his face. His shoulders were far more relaxed and he spoke with (Y/N) more so as a friend. It was nice to see this side of him.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Akaza questioned between licks of his strawberry ice cream. Realizing they’d been starring, (Y/N) averted their eyes and took another long lick of their dessert before answering. “I was just thinking how nice this is. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of you before.” This comment rippled a chuckle from Akaza. He leaned back in his chair in such a way (Y/N) already knew they was blushing all over again… How was he so handsome!

“Funny, I was thinking the same about you. I’ve picked on Rengoku so much he loathes me when he sees me and the other workers tend to ignore my gestures.. But you… I don’t know… friendly. First time I saw you I knew you were different from his other employees.”

“Different enough to ask me on a date?” He froze mid lick and his eyes blew up wide open. (Y/N) heart raced with panic they may have crossed a boundary. “S-Sorry, I was only joking-“

“Hahaha! See! I knew you were fun!” He leaned his head into his opposing palm with a teasing smirk on his lips. (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief despite the still wild beating of their heart. Together, they enjoyed the rest of their time chatting about casual things. Eventually an hour turned to too and soon enough the sun was beginning to set. Akaza offered to walk (Y/N) home since it had gotten dark on them. They felt comfortable enough to wrap their arm around his bicep in which he happily allowed them too.

They both agreed on a second date 💐

[miitarashi]

Can u write Tintin being the bottom?☕ If you don't fell comfortable with that ignore the request

Hm,not gonna lie here dear unknow person,it'll be quite the challenge,but luckly you! I do have some little ideas about him like this so, let's dive in shall we?

[Name] = reader (neutral since it wasn't specified)

Warnings: If i get it right,this one will be a little nsfw,but i'll do like the other,more like a headcanon list. Be aware dear persons! If you don't like this type of content feel free to not read ok? Making it clear. It's my opinion here. And i would love knowing about yours in the comments!

✨Tintin as a bottom✨

Let's begin with the fact that (for me) he's a switch and always let you have your way about it,so if you feel a bit more...

Top this time,he'll happily obligue.

This man just want to please you as much he can.

Tease him is pretty easy because

✨Thigh kink✨

Show them off and this man will follow you like a lost puppy.

If you don't let him touch them,he'll nod and stop trying,but when you keep walking around in front of him,capturing his eyes every now and then,you'll feel his stare.

Letting the obvious teasing aside,go for his neck.

Small kisses, light bite and scratchs with your nails or teeth. If you want him bitting his bottom lips and letting that deep sigh?

Collarbone. Just a bit lower. Sweet spot for sure.

Do it while moving your hand down. At this point he's melting on your touches and will probably try to hide what you did to him.

But hey,you're a good person and partner! So of course you help him.

When you begin working your hand down on him,after all the tease you'll have a pretty needy Tintin on your hands.

He'll try,very little,to supress his sounds,but soon enough...

"[Name]...Darling, please...don't- don't stop...!"

If you use your mouth? Damm,trying to kill him??

He do like the praise too,since he's a good boy he deserve the praises!

Favorite one? "Eyes on me"

Try me and fail.

If you riding or topping him and for a moment he look away or close his eyes,trying to hold as much longer he can. Stop moving,say it and enjoy those beautiful blue pleading eyes focused on you and on your body moving on him.

The results of it?

"D-darling...i-"

"Keep looking Tintin...eyes on me..."

"Darling...P-please stop...i can't- s-stop...stop please!-"

He still trying,but having you on top like this was too much for our precious boy.

Along the whole thing you'll never stop hearing he saying how beautiful you look. Again,he is a worshiper.

Even when you two finish,he'll still insist on taking care of you after,so basically you two take care of one another to make things fair.

Make him breakfast and bring it for him in the morning after and you'll have a happy smile on his cute face. Precious🥹❤️

Fun fact: Tintin is cynical,so expect him taking advantage of a situation similar to make you feel the same as he did. But of course. It wasn't on purpose,it was an accident that coincidentally the same thing end up happening 😉

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A/N: sorry if it is too short,i don't have so much headcanons about this. Probably because i'm the bottom one and bottom with other bottom don't make a top you know? But! I really hope i did justice for your request! And don't worry,i didn't feel uncomfortable,just a bit difficult to find the things to write but it was fun regardless!

[fishsticksloser]

aloha friendo!! first off, I hope you're doing well & encouraging ya to stay hydrated and laugh a lot!! <33 to start off, I love love looooove your writing! so, I was wonderin if I could send in a request! 👉🏼👈🏼😄

can I request headcanons for a platonic/sibling fat-tailed gecko reader 🦎 who's also selectively mute? i'm curious to see how the dynamic would be between the tortugas 🐢 and a different species sibbie. I think it'd be sweet! :'))

they're a deadly opponent in battle - as they all are pfft - but otherwise sweet and soft off the field! however, biiiig middle child energy (right above Mikey in age ;D) also, despite being a selective mute, they have a reeeaaally beautiful singing voice when they do speak up (verbally)? 🌸

in advance, of course, you don't have to do this if it's not in your interest! (⁠☞⁠ ⁠ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ⁠)⁠☞ your health & comfort comes first always. remember that.

but if you do choose to consider it I'd highly appreciate it!! sibling readers have a special place in my heart 🤲🏼🤍

be breezy, beautiful! cheers! ☕

[swishes cape and steals away with a flourish!🌷]

Fat-Tailed Gecko!Reader

RotTMNT + gn!reader

Warnings: Platonic fluff, gecko facts (mostly African Fat-Tailed Gecko), also pretty short

A/N: I'm gonna split this up, so this will just be the Fat-Tailed Gecko part and I'll make a separate part for the selective mute part, it was just a lot to get my head around together so... divide an conquer. I hope you stay safe and healthy, thank you so much!

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Being a Fat-Tailed Gecko, you have to stay pretty warm, warmer than your brothers

They prefer anything from 60-75 degrees (because their half human most turtles prefer 70-80), while you prefer 70-85 (fat-tailed geckos prefer 80-90, but you're a mutant)

This means you wear layers upon layers during winter, Leo says you look like a marshmallow during winter

When you were younger, the boys often worried and went a little crazy when you didn't eat, especially when your tail slimmed out during that time

It took Splinter making a google search to cheer the boys up that you weren't starving

This actually became very handy when helping Donnie in his lab

One day while you guys were fighting some bad guys, someone grabbed your tail and it fell off

The guy screamed, you screamed, everyone screamed

You'd never done that before

Thank God for google... But your tail was rounder and had a different pattern than before, not that you really minded.

Your detachable tail became pretty useful, though you hate losing your tail

You're manly carnivorous due to your gecko genes, the boys being complete omnivores made dinner hard sometimes

Unlike most gecko species you lack adhesive lamellae - or the sticky pads geckos typically have

You found that out the hard way when Leo and Mikey learned that geckos have that and took you topside to see if you could do it

You were later informed via Donnie via google search that your species was one of few that didn't possess that ability

You are slow, slow moving that is

Especially during the day as your original state was just a gecko, you're nocturnal

You also have a bunk bed as you prefer to be off the ground, another gecko thing

Shedding season is also pretty rough

The boys using water to help, you don't like water and have to be in a steam room

Thank Donnie for that

[patxhwrk]

Heya! I'm kinda new to writing requests so lul. But uhh... could you write about Bdubs x autistic!Reader? Like he helps Reader calm down from the very hard day working in the court (could be a meltdown or anything really. Stuff happens) cuz Ren (even tho he's a sweet guy ooc) is an annoyance. So He leads Reader to a quiet room, not trying to not overwhelm them more by touching them (cuz restricting movement is something I hate so so so so much. Childhood was horrible from how people held me like I was an animal) and he lets you calm down from the intense stress of melting down and they go back to work when they're ready and able (cuz ready and able or to different things for me). You can decide pronouns Reader uses. Just wanna have comfort for something I do that makes me worry about judgment.

Also can I be ☕ anon if it's not taken. If it is, please suggest one!

Thanks for the req! Im not sure if i represented autism well, i tried to go with what i know through my research because im not autistic as far as im aware. Please do tell me if i made a mistake or presented something bad!! I dont want to accidentally portray autism wrongly ^^ also its short as i dont want to prolong it if i did misportray autism

And ofcourse ofcourse! You can be ☕ anon! I didnt really think of having anons until now so thanks for reminding me!

-ˋˏ✄— Order in the Court!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ BDoubleO x Autistic! Reader

Pronouns: they/them

"At ease, please!"

.navigation. // .hermitcraft & empires smp masterlist.

“Order! Order! Order in the court!”

The loud voice of Ren the King’s shouts startled Y/n not the slightest. Their thoughts had dozed off a few moments ago, wondering how their collection of animals back at base were doing. Did they remember to leave enough food for them? Were their animals left with enough entertainment for the hour they were gone? Was the temperature fitting enough? They had over a dozen creatures—from cats to dogs, parrots to pandas, axolotls, a few barn animals, a warden—

“Order! Order!”

They flinched slightly, unnoticeable to most Hermits.

Most. BDoubleO always seemed to notice their little habits—from flinches to stutters, and the little happy finger click they did when they successfully tamed—or captured, you can’t really tame wardens—another creature.

He turned his head slightly towards them, sending a side glance their way.

The mumblings of the King’s Court never seemed to die down. Ren sighed and rubbed at the bridge of his nose.

“Guys, guys! Your attention, please!”

Y/n licked at their lips, their head downwards as their fingers danced with each other. The mumbling and whispering eased down soon after, and the members of the court finally paid attention to their flustered king.

His hair was wild, standing in all directions as his face flushed in red.

“What may be the issue, my king?” Bdubs, voice calmer and lower than usual, spoke up first.

“Well, as thou shalt see—” Red pointed to the outside of the castle, out the window where the statue of himself stood. “Someone has graffitied my glorious statue!”

Y/n subconsciously shuffled backwards further into their seat. Ren’s increasing volume as he rambled on and on about how the renegades—as he says—disrespected his statue.

“Uh—my king?” Bdubs mumbled lower now, eyes flashing towards Y/n’s direction for a split second. “My liege?”

When Ren hadn’t responded to his quiet calls, inaudible to his loud complaints, Bdubs resorted to whisper-shouting his name instead.

“Ren!”

Ren turned his head towards Bdubs, ready to correct the man, when his eyes moved from the mossy man to the jittery Y/n beside him. Their head hung lowly, their hands gripped each other tightly, and their widened eyes refused to make contact with anyone in the room. “Oh,” Ren mumbled softly. “Oh—I, uh—”

“It’s alright, Ren,” Bdubs whispered, standing up shortly. He tugged lightly on their shirt, enough for them to feel it but not enough to startle them. They turned their head backwards, glancing at the general direction of Bdubs’ face. He held his usual smile, calmer and softer, before pointing his head in the direction of the door.

“Come on, love,” he whispered lowly. “Y’wanna get outta here?”

Without another word, Y/n followed him outside.

As soon as they were out, as soon as the air brushed through their face, Y/n let a sigh leave their lips.

“You alright there, hon?” Bdubs whispered, standing a comfortable distance away.

Y/n stayed silent, letting the wind brush through their face for a few moments. Bdubs waited, patient and kind.

A moment passed, and they sighed. “Yeah—yeah, sorry. That…that was dumb of me.”

“No, no.” Bdubs was quick to reassure them, voice still soft and smile still kind. “No, that wasn’t. You’re fine, Y/n. You just needed a moment of silence, and Ren didn’t notice it in time.”

“But—” “No buts,” Bdubs scolded them lightly. “If you ever need just a moment to keep yourself comfortable, I’ll always be there to help you, got that? You're not a problem to me or anyone.”

They stayed silent for a second before nodding. “Yeah.”

“Good, good. Do you wanna go back or do you want to stay here for a moment.”

“I think—I think I can go back in now.”

Nodding, Bdubs gestured to the door, opening it for them.

“After you.”

—PATCHWRK!

[spicysableworks]

☕Late Night, Date Night☕

((Wholesome!! Drew x Fem!Reader insert))

How long had it been since you first joined the Esper Union? Weeks? Months? It seemed like yesterday you were brought out from the rubble of your broken home to aid the various espers that gave you a new place to belong to. Of course, The Miracle didn't give you any power but quickly you were able to fit just fine alongside the Union.

Each one of the espers, from the ones still learning their powers to the ones leading teams to help the city, had different impressions left on you. Although, none of them compared to the way that jackal headed man had you crushing on him. Drew, the name uttered by the masses who adored and mooned over him; the 5'9" former head butler of the House Ramses who strode with the utmost class yet still kept his polite and courteous nature no matter who was in front of him...or it seemed so.

After a tough day scattering about to help some of the espers in need you could only feel yourself wishing to be at home, resting on your comfy bed. Giving a soft sigh once the last present esper left the building you decided to take one more stroll through the foyer to make sure nobody else was left behind. Through the loud silence of the empty foyer you could swear you heard a soft flutter before a baritone voice piped up near the front doors.

"Miss y/n, Why are you still here? I thought you were already home."

Turning around to see the same man you constantly mooned over standing close to the front doors, gazing at you with a confused expression while one of his ears was slightly laid back you felt a quick yet violent beat in your heart. Placing your hand over it a soft giggle comes out from you, totally fighting down the initial urge to yelp or squeal from the slight scare.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I was just checking to see if anyone else was here before I locked the doors!"

Noticing his ears give a soft twitch to your answer it seemed he was...amused by your actions, it was a first; heavily considering you never really spent much time around Drew. With a polite nod he opened one of the front doors, beckoning you to step out, giving a gentle reassuring smile.

"Well then, if you wouldn't mind stepping out... I wouldn't mind some company for a small trip for drinks."

It was perfect! Now it seemed the tiring work day meant very little compared to this opportunity. With a gleeful nod you step out from the building, watching Drew step out from the darkness and into the warm moonlight. The gleam of the monocle, the shading on his seemingly smoky skin, the cleanliness of his topcoat, it all seemed too alluring for your eyes. Looking away from him before he caught your gaze the two of you walking down the steps, almost too close to notice had a sort of heavy effect on your cheeks, with some heavy heat washing over them.

After a short car ride it seemed to stop in front of a restaurant, catching your attention to this sort of shop. It wasn't the high class, expected 5-star restaurant; a quite decent sized late-night café stood before the lot you were parked in. With a soft huff catching your attention you look up to meet Drew's eyes, this time it wasn't the usual glow, it was now some darker purple pupils with a lighter purple sclera, his expression one of vulnerability.

"I was wanting to try out this newly opened shoppe, I heard some good things about it from Brynn and Q, but I really wanted to see for myself. If it's alright with you, y/n."

Nodding in excitement you were quick to agree, feeling it was more than alright to go somewhere to his choosing, almost like a dream come true. With Drew coming out from the car and opening your side door to let you climb out, it felt like you were royalty coming out and walking alongside this esper; even if it was to a small café.

Once you stepped in the fresh smell of coffee beans and other various sweet scents poured over you like a waterfall, filling your mind with many great ideas of what to order. With a shared gleam of excitement it seemed you both were itching to grab something, with Drew settling for their local chocolate-coffee mousse cake and you grabbing a nice f/c with a simple jelly pastry to go.

While you two were seated out in their lit up patio to dine, Drew seemed to be eyeing the mousse cake in front of him before taking a fork and enjoying the taste of it, told by his tall and pointy ears giving a small twitchy dance as he continued on. Munching into your pastry you felt the jelly coat over your mouth with it's taste bringing a bit of comfort to you, the certain taste being one of your hometown. Drew pauses from his enjoyment of his dessert and looks at you questionably.

"Miss y/n... is something the matter? You look distressed."

"H-Huh?!"

In surprise to his question you bring out your phone from your bag and look at your own reflection in the camera, realizing how tensed up you look with some tears on your cheeks. In the corner of your eye you see a napkin being gingerly held out by Drew. Giving an embarrassed giggle to your small tear show you take the napkin and dab the tears away, sighing softly to clear your mind.

"I'm sorry. It's just... this jelly reminds me of home."

With Drew's interested look you continue on, talking more and more about your home and how much it meant to you, all before it was torn away by the miramons. After you finish he conceals the half-eaten serving of mousse cake in his carry box and gently stands up at the table. Feeling more worried you may have upset him, you take your things and follow him out, staying very silent on the ride back. Stopping to park again you realize it's in front of your current home, the worried feelings eating away at your mind. With him opening the door and you stepping out, you looked to the front door in a want to hide in the blankets and bury yourself from how quick you ended the night but instead you forced to turn yourself around, clearing your throat slightly.

"I just wanted to say thank you, Drew. This night meant a lot, even though it didn't end as well as I had hoped..."

"Well, we have plenty of more nights if you're willing to, Miss y/n."

Your eyes were wide with surprise at his reply, looking into his eyes and some excitement flaring up as you realize this was special to him, too. Everything felt perfect in that moment you two shared, surrounded by nothing but ambient noises of crickets and some city activity.

"I would love that... Although, I hope I didn't upset you by talking about my issues...well... past stuff."

"Quite the opposite, I wasn't expecting you to open up like that, considering you never talked much about yourself to any of the other espers. I wouldn't mind getting to know you more."

His ears were laid back in an eased manner, facing you with a softer more noticeable smile on his face. It felt too good, like a fairytale come true. Walking up to your front door and opening it you turn to look at Drew, who was getting ready to get back into the car. With your eyes connecting you felt a bit of warmth cover over yourself as you set your pastry and f/c aside to wave goodbye to him; gaining a gentle wave from him in reply before he got in and drove off, leaving you near breathless from the night you spent with the handsome esper.

[todomochi-uwu]

Taste ┃ B. C

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: This content is for a mature audience

Synopsis:

"Well, I heard you're back together and if that's true You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you"

Loving him and losing him might hurt just as much or even more as making her taste your pain. Is it worth it? Or have you forgotten who was the one who wronged you?

Author's notes: Sad porn. Basically. Oh, and I don't condone any kind of cheating.

WARNINGS: Cheating (reader and Bang Chan)

This fanfic belongs to the series Short n' Sweet, please make sure to check it out.

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They were on every single social media platform there is. All smiley, all cutesy. It made you want to throw up.  

When Christopher first told you things weren’t working out you believed him. The lack of time, miscommunication, stress and many other things made things harder than they needed to be. So, you thought, right person, wrong time. Maybe in the future... 

It wasn’t until you knocked on his door the weekend after you had ended things, having forgotten a box of your stuff (you still couldn’t decide whether it was on purpose or an actual slip) when she opened the door: hair disheveled, bare faced, his shirt the only thing covering her. Your entire body froze in shock, you could feel your heart cracking little by little, tears threatened to spill out of your eyes. 

What. The. Fuck.  

“Oh, Y/n, right?” She leaned against the door frame, scanning you up and down before smiling at you. She knew exactly who you were. “Chris said you might be stopping by.” She said while pushing the box into your hands, “Such a shame you didn’t work out. But you know what they always say, they always go back to their first love, bye.” Wiggling her fingers in front of your face. 

You spent a good ten minutes leaning against the wall trying to figure out how not to bawl your eyes out on the way home. Spoiler, you still did. 

Rage took over your mind, at first. Every single memory tinted with the idea of her. When did it even happen? How didn’t you notice? Why her and not you? You spent weeks trying to figure it out, trying to cope, but nothing could bring comfort to your restless heart. 

“I have never felt this way about someone, baby.” He said, holding you in his arms.  

You giggled, shaking your head, “Shut up, you are such a liar.” 

“I’m being serious,” he turned you around, looking into your eyes, “you have no idea how much I love you, Y/n.” 

Stalking their social media accounts was never a good idea, but you couldn’t help it. Why did he never post a photo of you? Thousands of photos of their relationship flooded your feed, them on a date, on vacation, where was all this time when it came to you? That’s when it finally clicked, if he wanted to, he would. It just was that you weren’t the one he wanted. 

While it was easier said than done, and admittedly, there were days when you wanted to die, the pain slowly eased. You worked on yourself, going out of your comfort zone, trying new things, reconnecting with old friends, and travelling a little. Your mind no longer going back to him. And like he’s got a sixth sense... 

A notification pops onto your phone screen. 

In the middle of having drinks, when you were looking your nicest and feeling your finest, there he was. In a small red heart at the bottom of your post. How tacky, you couldn’t help but think. So, you turned your phone down. 

But of course, you could put it out of your sight, only not out of your mind. 

_______________ 

And so, it started once again. A different post each day, the outfits got more and more revealing, while the poses left less and less to the imagination. You didn’t even have to wait a few minutes for the notification to pop up, in a matter of seconds there it was. It had become some kind of addiction, knowing he still thinks of you, knowing he still wants you. And that only made you want to get more daring. Something you would come to regret eventually. 

Burning in the back of your mind was still her, the way she wiggled her back into his life, into your relationship. It was something you couldn’t leave in the past. And your captions clearly showed it.  

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A photo of you leaning against the wall. The dress you wore on your first date. “He's funny, now all his jokes hit different. Guess who he learned that from?”  

A photo of you laying on the bed, on all fours, ass up, tits spilling from the black lace corset. His favourite set, his favourite pose. “I heard you're back together and if that's true. You'll just have to taste me when he's kissing you.”  

You were in the middle of cleaning your room, organizing your makeup, getting rid of clothes that you no longer like, when you come across it.  

A photo of you sitting on your knees in front of the mirror. Only a pair of thin panties covering your bottom. His favorite sweatshirt as a top. “You're wondering why half his clothes went missing, my body's where they're at.”  

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Your phone rang from the kitchen bar, pulling your attention away from the soup boiling on the stove. Your stomach fell to the floor, and a small gasp escaped your mouth. 

Hey. 

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“What are you doing, Y/n?”, said Felix.  

“It’s just a coffee, Lix.” 

“You know damn well it’s not only that.” He stood next to you while you finished getting ready, in front of the mirror, “when did you start talking again?” 

“Not long ago, a couple of weeks.” 

“A couple of weeks? Oh my god, have you forgotten what he did to you? How much it took you to even get out of bed?” 

“No, and no. It’s just lunch, Felix it’s not like I’m going to end up on his bed.” 

“Yeah, keep telling that to yourself. Besides, is he even single? I thought he was back with his ex.”  

“They’ve been having some problems.” You mumbled, not looking at him, hoping he wouldn’t hear you.  

“How much have you been talking to him? When did he ask you out? No, scratch that, why did you say yes?” 

“To get some closure, Lix.” You finished applying lipstick, “I swear, no more than a coffee, no more than an hour. Now,” you straighten your skirt and smile at your best friend, “how do I look?” 

“Like you are better than this.” 

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You sat in your car, in front of the café, annihilating your fingernails, Felix’s words had implanted themselves into your brain; to be fair, it wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it before. What were you doing? Why were you here? A couple of weeks ago you were sure you didn't want anything to do with him ever again, but now? You weren´t so sure. And even if it came to that, could you do to her what she did to you?  

Your hand reached for your key, turning it to start your car, when a knock on the window pulled you out of your daze. There he was. 

His hair straightened and parted the way you like it, small black studs on his ears, black acid wash jeans and a sleeveless shirt. The bastard still knew exactly how to make your knees grow weak.  

“Hey, long time no see.” 

“Hey, yeah, it’s been a while.” 

... 

It was bound to happen. Everyone knew it. Him. You. But you liked to pretend it came out of nowhere. 

Chris was pounding into you as if his life depended on it, hands gripping your hips hard enough you were sure bruises would be there in the morning, your ass an angry red from all the spanking and slapping and your cunt dripping onto the satin sheets of the hotel room. 

“Fuck, Chris!” Face down, your knees are barely able to keep up with his rhythm.  

“I missed you so much, baby girl.” He pressed his chest against your back, whispering in your ear and kissing your neck, “I miss you; I miss your body, I miss your perfect little cunt.” He continued his way down your body, his fingers tracing small and quick circles on your clit. 

He knew your body like the back of his hand. Where to touch, where to suck, where to lick, everything; a part of you loves the idea that he still remembered such details; another part knows it’s about getting his dick wet. 

“You take my cock so well, fuck, oh god, I’m gonna cum.” He said between moans. His thrusts became quicker and shorter, but he knew exactly how to hit the spot that had you seeing stars. 

“Please, please, make me cum, Chris.” Gibberish and a few coherent words came out of your mouth. You were right on the edge, a step away from falling from the cliff. 

“Fuck!” 

And it finally snapped, the sudden warmth threw you over the edge, your whole body trembled, your lungs screaming for some air, and your mascara smeared all over your face and the sheets. You felt his hand caress your back up and down, his fingers tracing shapeless patterns on the skin. 

“Are you okay, baby?” His tone is now sweet and comforting, making your heart flutter. This is bad. 

“Yeah, yeah, umm thanks.” Accepting the bottle he pressed onto your lips. 

He smiled at you, “I meant it, Y/n I miss you.” 

You nodded, not sure what to say. 

_______________ 

And so, the cycle continued its course. You knew you had to leave, but you were not sure you had what it took to end it. Too much of a coward to confront him, to ask him what the fuck was happening. You liked to think you were different from Chan, that he was the one in a relationship, and that he should be the one to stop this, but you knew you were also guilty. 

On top of him, his back leaning against the bedframe, your hips went up and down in a slow sway, holding him close while he kissed your chest. Third, fourth round? Only God knows. This time you acted like you had all the time in the world, no rush, no frenetic passion, only the two of you. 

“I fucking adore you, princess.” He whispered against your lips. 

You only let out a small moan in response, not daring to say anything else. 

His hands stroked the skin on your legs, giving you goosebumps. You had been in this exact scene before, only this time your heart didn’t fill with love, it only broke even further.  

You increased the pace, bouncing harder on his cock. You backed away placing your hands on his knees, Chan’s let himself fall back down on the bed, putting his arms behind his head, he enjoyed the show in front of him. Your boobs jumped up and down, his abdomen muscles clenching, his groans and moans increased their volume, his hands gripped your ass desperately and right before he came, he pressed toy against his chest. 

“Oh shit! Oh god, I love you Y/n.”  

_______________ 

His head between your legs, his tongue lapping up your clitoris and his fingers stuffing your cunt. You felt like in heaven. Your hands pulled on his hair, and he moaned against your centre; your legs thrashed around, and his name left his lips again and again. You were right there, but as you opened your eyes, there it was. In the mirror ceiling (that for some reason he convinced you to try) the picture of you, in bed, with a man you could no longer call your own.  

That was when your heart finally evaporated into nothing, and the fog left your mind. 

_______________ 

You paced around Hyunjin’s apartment, cigarette in your hand. You felt like throwing up, like ripping your hair out, and vomit all over the floor, all at the same time. 

“You’ve got to calm down.” He leaned against his burgundy sofa, a glass of whiskey in his hand. 

“I’m a homewrecker, Hyunjin.” Your hands trembled, “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Everything was just getting better, I was so close, and now, now, I’m, now, this. I’m a homewrecker.” Tears escaped your tears along with choked gasps. 

“You are not a homewrecker, my love.” He got up and grabbed your hands, making you look at him, “she did the same thing to you. She deserves it.” 

“I don’t want to be like her, Jinnie. I don’t, I can’t be like her.” You cried into his arms. 

“You are not doing anything, he’s the one who is actively deciding to do this.” You love Hyunjin, you know he’s always going to be on your side, even when you don’t deserve it.  

“I need to stop this. I don’t want it any longer.” You whispered. 

He nodded and went to look for your phone, “you are right, this must stop. Don’t worry, love you are not alone.” 

“At the end of the day, it wasn’t her who cheated on me, it was him. He was the one who broke my heart.”  

So, you did what you should have done in the first place. You got rid of him everywhere, blocked him out of your life, no messages, no calls, no emails, not even comments. You took down all it, ashamed of the things you did and spoke. You ask everyone to not say a thing about yourself to Chan or to you about him, detoxifying yourself from him. Guilt didn’t quite abandon you, but it was your cross to bear.  

_______________ 

You had come across her, it was on a random night, at a random place. Your looks crossed and you felt all the air ripped out of your lungs. She looked miserable. They had broken up; you had read it somewhere (you swore you hadn’t looked it up). You felt like apologizing, but then decided against, what would you say? I’m sorry for fucking with your relationship, I’m sorry for giving you a taste of what I felt like? Like it justifies your actions.  

_______________ 

Chris had tried everything to get in contact with you, fake accounts, new phone numbers, he begged everyone who knew you to tell him something, anything, where you were, how you were doing, were you thinking of him? 

“Felix, please, I know I fucked, please tell me where is she? Let me speak to her.” 

“Chan, I don’t even know what you are doing here. I’m not telling you shit, leave her alone.” 

“Please, I love...”, he was cut off. 

“Why now? Why do you want her now? Why not when you had her?” 

“Because I’m a fucking idiot, as simple as that.” 

“Oh, believe me I know, I know how much of a piece of shit you are. You and your little pity party can go to hell.”  

_______________ 

“It’s like she vanished, Sana.” Chris said on the phone. 

Sana could only roll her eyes, she had heard this speech like a thousand times, and she was way past it, “Chan, please, let it go. You fucked up, you now move on, there’s nothing left to do.” 

He groaned, “but...” 

“But nothing, leave that girl alone, Chris it’s time for you to accept she doesn’t want you back. I mean, after that shit you pulled, who would?” 

_______________ 

He knew what he had to do, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Letting you go was one of the hardest he ever had to do, and while he was the one to break up with you, and fuck his ex, he still had hope. He’s such an asshole, and he knew it. 

It wasn’t until one day, passing by your once favourite café, he saw you. Sitting down there, reading a book, by yourself, he at once thought it was the right time to make things right, to say all the things that had been running through his mind since the last time he saw you.  

I love you.  

I meant everything I said, I miss you and I’m going crazy without you.  

Please, give me a chance to make things right. 

And as he was going to push the door, he wondered, should he do it? What right did he have to disrupt your world once again? And so, he backed down. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He whispered to himself.  

[rekas-writes]

Hello, can I order headcanons? If so, I would like a yoru x male reader with an agent whose skills are similar to a vampire, remember to eat healthy and take care of yourself!! ♡

A/N: Hello and thank you for your order! It was really fun to write! I promise I am also taking care of myself ^^ And here’s a note for you to do the same too!

Also, my inbox has quite the stack of reqs, but I’m doing my best to get through the list as quickly and as thoroughly as possible! It’s just a little bit overwhelming ^^; It’s also not helping that Tumblr on my pc is eating my reqs ;-; I’m glad my phone has all of them still (at least I hope it does-)

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Strange Cravings and Love Bites

Pair: Yoru/ M! Agent + Radiant! Reader Source: Valorant

Type: Headcanons - 1,222 words Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Angsty/Hurt w/ Comfort at the very end Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

TW: Mild references to violence, reader getting hurt, reader biting Yoru and getting a little carried away but he's fine! + thought of Yoru dying at the very end

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You remind Yoru a lot of the classical vampire figure, to the point where he kind of associates you with some of the common tropes. More specifically, the weaknesses. You may not be able to tell with his prickly demeanour, but he is a worrier- especially with those he holds dear, doubly so if it concerns his boyfriend. He doesn't want you to get hurt, and ends up projecting that whenever he gets harsh.

Que his surprise when he sees you eating garlic bread or chilling casually under the sun. You had to remind him that you weren’t actually a vampire, and if they really did burn up- Reyna would have to carry an umbrella to every day mission (You heard her laugh behind you right after. You weren’t sure whether to count your days or to consider yourself on her good side)

Though, that being said, the Sun probably does have some kind of influence over you and your abilities. Maybe you have an allergic reaction if you’re under it too long, or it takes longer to channel your abilities, or you could just feel weaker under the harsh light (Maybe even changing personality like a certain FE character)

Somehow, being beside Yoru makes that all feel better, if just a little. Maybe it’s because he’s your 夜 (*Yoru -> night). Your comforting, starlit night in the overwhelming brightness of day. If you ever spill those thoughts to him, he will short-circuit no matter how hard he tries to brush it off. Any flattery unrelated to his prowess in battle is way harder for him to take in and retort, even with his ego. It’s quite easy to tease him and watch his face glow warm with a blush- like the hue of the setting Sun

"Like the night sky, you're like a blessing to me! My very own good luck charm! Thank you, Yoru."

"... You're terrible at flirting. Focus on the mission already, idiot," // Internally: "adsjjskdjdk???SDAJKDAJHKJDK???"

If your eyes are sensitive to the light, there’s a good chance he gave you a pair of sunglasses. They might’ve even been your first gift from him! Having seen you wordlessly struggling with the glaring sunlight, he either leaves a pair in your locker or shoves them in your face while avoiding your eye contact. He will never admit that he was thinking about you, let alone worrying enough to get you something. Don’t ask, he will scoff and say it’s because he doesn’t want you dragging the team behind with your incompetence. Ouch.

You may have keen senses, like Reyna’s ability to hear people’s heartbeats. Your eyes are sharp, and you can smell copper like a shark despite nothing being spilt on the battlefield just yet; or perhaps your sense of smell is more distinct. Maybe certain people smell sweet and alluring or plain and uninteresting, if you have the urge to feed just like a vampire. You may even need to feed, in order to recover your strength. (On base, you totally drink from "juice pouches" Like some kind of morbid capri-sun)

If it’s the latter, Yoru most definitely draws you in the most. There’s just something you can’t put your finger on. If you focused on it, you'd be able to guess where he was with those heightened senses of yours. Mirror Yoru really needs to watch out when you’re on the prowl, that unique draw applies to him too

As a radiant related to creatures of the night, there’s a very good chance you can shapeshift into a bat! Yoru could never admit it but he thinks that form of yours is very cute. He definitely has the urge to just hold you whenever you shift. He thinks you can’t tell, but you can see the way his expression subtly changes to one of awe. No thought, only hold bat boyfriend gently.

Some agents have definitely found you like that, just napping somewhere in the common room with you in your bat form perched on his head. You might even be able to control or summon bats! He put a limit on how many you could summon in his room, though. He's not willing to have his bed be surrounded in bats, unfortunately :(

There’s been times where you've pushed yourself too far, the strain bearing its weight down on you. Like all radiants, you get tired when you use your abilities too much. You’re running on empty when you get hit badly, body too exhausted and hungry to mend itself like usual. Alone with a hand pressed to your biggest wound, you wait- head growing foggier as time seems to all but slow down.

You can’t describe the look on Yoru’s face when he finally finds you. He’s silent, and you can't hear his usual scolding and sharp insults. It's frightening, you realise. More frightening than your possible death. Instead, he's kneeling forward and offering his arm to your mouth. It’s positively dizzying when you breathe in, self-control broken as your body demands for you to accept.

When you finally snap back to focus, you’d never felt dread like that before, lurching backwards as you try and focus on hearing the thud of Yoru’s pulse. Guilt and anxiety are at the forefront of your mind, with apologies spewing forth and shaking hands. He only brings you into a slight hug, one partially induced out of light-headedness, as he mumbles your name and a partial command/plea,

“Take better care of yourself.”

He makes you swear to come to him whenever you need to drink after that. Yoru can't bear the sight of you like that again, slouched, wounded and gasping for breath with dulling eyes, your skin a sickly hue. He was prepared to offer as much as it took to get you back to usual. He probably accidentally confessed here and now, after realising just how much you meant to him.

If immortality is part of your radiant abilities, deep down, you knew this wonderful relationship would one day become a bittersweet memory. You avoided telling him for as long as possible, not wanting to burden him with your knowledge of what will happen. But one day, it’s inevitable as you gaze at the night sky and count the stars like they’re the countdown to the day you would be left behind.

You’re sombre, the terrifying thoughts weighing you down more than usual, and Yoru can tell whatever it is that had been plaguing you for these past few weeks is really piling up. He doesn’t want to have to force it out of you, but it pains him to see you like this. He’ll wait, no matter how long it takes to gather the strength

That day, you break. It’s as he holds your hand gently- as though you’re made of glass. He calls your name, not your code name, not a nickname. His tone is just as gentle, yet firm- steadfast in letting you know he has you as much as you have him,

“You can talk to me.”

You crack and splinter, caving in to his warmth and comfort. You vent the painful pangs in your heart, the dark storm that rages in your head. All that pent up grief and pain floods out into the abyss of night. To the world’s night and your night; the night that lets you cling close and embraces you readily to soften your anguish

[haunted-headset]

YN meeting wilbur in a cafe and she starts talking abt lovejoy and how she just started listening to them. And she’s like, yeah they’re a really cool band u should check them out.

And wilbur just knows hes already in love as he explains its his band and YN’s eyes just immediately light up. 🤭

☕ A Cup of Coffee ☕

Summary: Y/N meets Wilbur in a cafe & she starts talking about Lovejoy & how she just started listening to them. Wilbur just knows he's already in love as he explains it's his band & Y/N’s eyes light up.

A/N: eeeee what a cute idea made by @joviepog!!! Also I'm sorry that this one is such a short poem, I'm very tired :)

pairing: CC!Wilbur x afab!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog @ax-y10 @themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan @smolsleepykitten @funnyreally2009 @crows-death @dykepunz @aresriiots @0miamor0 @cathers-world @defonotval @chipch0p @mazzistar16 @unmellowyellowfellow @justalittlebitofchaos @thosecolorfulsheets @vopix @taylors-version-from-the-vault @aine-lasagna @merianakross @veeislost @urfav-sapphic-siren @shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation @mcr-pr-fob @shd454

word count: 165

In a cozy coffee shop, I sat sipping tea, When in walked Wilbur, a sight to see. He had a certain charm, a twinkle in his eye, And a smile that could light up the sky.

We struck up a conversation, and I confessed, My love for a band that I couldn't forget. He listened intently, his heart afire, As I raved about their melodic desire.

But then he dropped a bombshell, oh so grand, "I'm in that band, I'm the lead man." My jaw dropped, my heart skipped a beat, For I had never expected this sweet treat.

He fell in love with me, oh so fast, Because of my genuine reaction at last. He saw the passion in my eyes, And knew that I was the one who'd make him rise.

So we sat there, in that cozy space, Talking music, love, and endless grace. And as we parted ways, he took my hand, And whispered, "I hope you come see my band."

[petrichorium]

☕ for shuvi and 💞 for gagaplu :3 please

☕️: what are the most common plots of shipping fics between you and your f/o?

very short n sweet slice of life stuff is common i think...... icl i dont think people would know That Much about me (like even less than the other red-haired pirates which is saying smthn) and its a bit hard to write fics abt a Theoretical character LMFAOOOOOO but theres a handful of super long rlly in-depth fics about us meeting and falling for each other n stuff, just shot in the dark concepts that end up getting totally massacred by canon later on KJSHDBFIUB

💞: aside from with your f/o, who else would you commonly be shipped with? Why?

god this is genuinely the only selfship i dont have a good answer to this question for and its bc i think realistically in bllk canon id be like. a one-off mentioned "haha gagamaru has a gf isnt that crazy" joke LMFAOOOOOOO maybe drawn in an extra where we're on a date but i fear i cannot realistically put myself into the narrative very well. i think theres the occasional poly ship between me gaga and some other bllk boy but truthfully gagamaru doesnt have many popular ships so??? idk KHJSBDFJKHB this is such a copout but its the truth im afraid

send in some selfship questions!