#(those pastries though? HELL YEAH)

[doktorpfannkuchen]

🍽 source: Dr. Oetker Schulkochbuch für den Elektroherd (translation: Dr. Oetker school cook book for the electric stove) ➛ publisher: Ceres-Verlag Rudolf-August Oetker KG ➛ 16th Improved Edition 1969 ➛ Printed in Germany

[jungaji]

don't be a stranger

jeong jaehyun x barista!reader ♡

genre: strangers to lovers, fluff (wc: 1429)

jaehyun stood outside the new café, arms crossed, his face pulled into a scowl so intense that even the cheery glow of the place seemed to dim in its presence. the soft hum of conversation and the inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted out the door, but neither did much to improve his mood.

“i’m telling you, woo. this place will never replace 127 Coffee. their coffee’s probably watered down garbage, and just look at that tacky logo... Café 7 Dream? what the hell does that even mean?” jaehyun scoffed, his lips curling as though even the name left a bad taste in his mouth.

jungwoo, undeterred by his friend’s dramatics, burst out laughing, the sound light and carefree as he gave jaehyun a playful shove. “relax…we’re here on important business. you know—research the enemy before we destroy them.” he added a wink for good measure, tugging jaehyun’s shoulder to prevent his stubborn friend from stalking off.

jaehyun sighed, the reluctance practically oozing from him. “this is a waste of my time,” he grumbled but continued to allow jungwoo to pull him inside.

the warm air greeted them immediately, carrying the comforting scent of coffee and pastries. the interior was cozy yet modern, all soft lighting and muted colors that begged customers to linger. 

but jaehyun didn’t notice any of it.

because the moment his gaze landed on you, the entire world seemed to come to a standstill.

you stood behind the counter, your smile soft and inviting as you handed a steaming cup to a customer. the way your fingers danced over the screen as you took orders, the gentle lilt in your voice as you chatted with your co-workers, and the focused little pout you wore as you carefully measured coffee beans—it was as if every detail about you was designed to captivate him.

jaehyun was utterly mesmerized. he didn’t just stop walking; he stopped thinking. he stood there, jaw slack, eyes wide, as his irritation from before evaporated faster than steam from the espresso machine.

jungwoo snapped his fingers in front of jaehyun’s face, before whispering in mock horror, jeong yunoh, snap out of it. what are you doing? we’re here to scope out the enemy, not drool over the barista!”

jaehyun barely registered his friend’s words. his heart thundered in his chest, drowning out everything but the sight of you. his feet moved before his brain could catch up, carrying him towards the counter like he was being drawn by an invisible string.

“hi! welcome to Café 7 Dream,” you greeted him with a smile so warm it could’ve melted glaciers. “what can i get for you today?”

jaehyun opened his mouth, ready to answer, but his brain had officially gone offline. his voice refused to cooperate, resulting in him just staring at you with an intensity that would’ve been unnerving if it weren’t for the soft, almost childlike wonder in his eyes.

jungwoo sighed dramatically, stepping in to rescue his dear friend. “two iced americanos, please,” he said, not before shooting jaehyun a pointed glare.

you nodded, punching the order into the register, as jaehyun snapped out of his trance. “and your number!” he blurted out, his dimpled smile softening the boldness of the request.

“please?”

your cheeks flushed immediately at his request. you were caught off guard, but when you looked at him—truly looked at him, with his sharp jawline, endearing smile and those soft, pleading eyes—you couldn’t help the shy smile that tugged at your lips. “um, y-yeah, sure.”

you quickly scribbled your number on a slip of paper, handing it to him along with the receipt.

jaehyun’s face lit up like a kid who’d just been handed the key to a candy store. and as he grabbed the drinks, he shot you one last wink, his voice low but sweet as honey.

“don’t be a stranger, pretty.”

from that moment on, jaehyun’s life brightened like a hazy sunrise burning through fog. he texted you constantly, his messages playful and sweet as he made an effort to get to know you better. late-night calls became a regular part of your routine, often happening when the stars were too bright and neither of you could fall asleep. his deep, velvety voice lulling you to sleep as you shared stories about your day, your favorite songs, and your childhood dreams.

jaehyun started dropping by Café 7 Dream more than he’d care to admit. even jungwoo gave up on teasing him about it after the fifth time.

you’d often spot him seated by the window, stealing glances at you as you worked. his presence slowly became a comforting part of your routine—something you found yourself looking forward to.

one night, during one of your late-night calls, you noticed something different about him. jaehyun, always so confident and self-assured, was stuttering and fumbling over his words. his laugh also sounded a little more nervous than usual.

“yn,” he began, his voice soft. “i was thinking… would you uh like to go on a date with me? and not the ones where i um watch you brew coffee for hours and then walk you home. i mean, like, an actual date…”

one where we’re no longer strangers. if you um get what i mean.”

your heart fluttered, a smile spreading across your face at his confession. “i’d love that, jaehyun,” you replied, and the laugh he let out in relief made you giggle in return.

he spent the next ten minutes animatedly planning out the date, his excitement was so infectious that you found yourself falling even harder for him.

when the evening of the date arrived, jaehyun was a nervous wreck. despite jungwoo’s relentless teasing, he continued to fuss over every little detail of his outfit, muttering to himself about making a good impression.

but when he arrived at your door to pick you up, his breath caught, his heart racing faster than ever before. you looked stunning, your shy smile only causing him to blush harder. “you’re… woah,” he stammered, earning a soft laugh from you.

the date was perfect. dinner at a cozy restaurant was filled with laughter and effortless conversation. afterward, jaehyun took you to the local arcade, where you both let loose, laughing so hard your stomach hurt. he even let you beat him at basketball, though the grin on his face made it clear that he didn’t mind in the slightest.

the night ended with a quiet walk under the stars, your hands brushing against each other’s until he finally mustered the courage to lace his fingers with yours. the warmth of his touch sent a pleasant shiver up your spine, and the comfortable silence between you felt more meaningful than words.

when you reached your doorstep, jaehyun hesitated, shuffling his feet slightly as he stood there, shoulders squared but eyes flickering nervously between you and the ground.

the date had been perfect for jaehyun. from the laughter you two shared over dinner, to the way your eyes sparkled as you trounced him at every arcade game, each moment felt like something out of a daydream.

but a storm of doubts swirled in his mind: was he moving too fast? did you even feel comfortable with him? were you genuinely having fun—or had you just been too polite to say otherwise? did you think the date was perfect, too—or, oh god, did you hate it? worse—did you hate him?

“jaehyun,” you said softly, cutting through his overthinking spiral.

he blinked, his lips parting as if to speak, but the words caught in his throat.

you smiled at his hesitation, a flicker of nervousness crossing your own features but deciding to take the leap for both of you. “kiss me.”

his breath hitched at your words. “s-sorry?” his voice just shy of a squeak. “could you, uh, repeat that? i think i might’ve misheard—”

“i said,” you stepped closer, tilting your head up slightly to meet his gaze, “kiss me, jaehyun.”

for a moment, he just stood there, completely frozen, his eyes blowing comically wide. why did this scene feel so familiar? you giggled at his reaction, the soft sound like a melody against the still night air. but your laughter died in your throat when jaehyun surprised you by cupping your face gently.

with a soft brush of his thumb, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes searching yours. “may i? really?” he whispered, his voice low and slightly trembling.

you smiled, leaning into his touch,

“don’t be a stranger, pretty.”

authors note: i don't necessarily believe in love at first sight but if its jaehyun, ill believe in anything. please enjoy… >0<

[peachsukii]

— and the sun will set for you.

✮ content. comfort/angst? open ended & not a “happy” ending. vague exploration of grief. bakugo struggles with coping but is trying his best. mid 30s, pro hero au. reader & bakugo are/were married.

Bakugo hates eating sweets in the morning.

And yet, every Sunday at the market, he picks up chocolate croissants, apple strudels, and cream puffs.

Not for him, though - for you, and only you.

He bought a glass pastry dome for the countertop to keep them organized, loving how your tired eyes light up when you pad into the kitchen and see the delicious selection. Like clockwork, Bakugo places the mug with sunflowers adorning the ceramic onto the table next to your plate, filled to the top with your favorite coffee - oat milk, two sugars and a pump of hazelnut syrup. Your sleepy smile illuminates the kitchen like sunbeams dancing on the hardwood floor, warming his heart without a word. He joins you at the table, his plate stacked with a simple mixture of rice and soft scrambled eggs accompanied by a cup of black coffee.

These mornings are the ones that get him through the week, the ones he looks forward to after a hard patrol shift or late nights in the office while drowning in paperwork. Even though he’d get up and go shopping at the crack of dawn, he always crawls right back into bed with you when he gets home. The sun is barely peaking through the curtains of your shared bedroom, just enough to cast an angelic glow on your side of the bed. It leaves him breathless every time, awestruck at how lucky he is to have someone as gorgeous as you to call his. He’s etched your features into his memory, but never grows tired of admiring all the little things that make you tick. It never fails to make him fall in love with you over and over again, finding one more small detail every day to adore.

This morning was different - you were uncharacteristically at the kitchen table when he got home, patiently waiting for him.

“Ei and Pinky are finally gettin’ married,” Bakugo says aloud between bites of his eggs. “Only took ‘em six years after gettin’ engaged, but he’s giddy as hell. Asked me to be his best man.”

“That’s wonderful!” You chirp, lips curling into a soft smile. “Reminds me of our wedding. I still think it was the sweetest thing that he cried to cover for you crying when I walked down the aisle.”

“I ain’t afraid to cry! He’s the biggest baby, ‘course he was moved to tears at the sight of the most beautiful woman on the planet.”

“Aww, thanks baby. You’re too sweet.”

Too sweet.

The words linger in the air as he stares into the dark abyss of his coffee, watching the liquid swirl in a vortex as he became lost in thought.

Our wedding.

He recalls the day like it was yesterday - the scent of the flower garden, the radiant aura engulfing your silhouette as you strolled down the aisle toward him, how your plush lips felt brand new during your first kiss as husband and wife…pure magic, that’s what you are. Whatever god or goddess sent you his way all those years ago, he thanks them endlessly. Without you, he’s lost like a dog in the rain with nowhere to go.

Nostalgia is a cruel mind’s trick.

“Katsuki?” You whisper, tilting your head in confusion. “Is everything okay?”

Bakugo swallows the emotions rising in his throat, suffocating them for a little while longer. He was getting too good at shoving everything down.

“Yeah, sweets. Sorry, still wakin’ up.”

“I don’t think I can finish this today, I’m stuffed. Do you want it?” You point to the two cream puffs on your plate and cup of coffee. “I’m sorry.”

“No need’ta apologize, angel. I’ll eat ‘em, leave it there.”

You stand, taking a few steps closer to him and planting a loving kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Katsuki. I love you.”

The tears are welling up in his eyes as he takes a deep breath, shakily whispering, “I love you too,” before sliding your plate in front of him and popping one of the cream puffs into his mouth. He pushes his full coffee mug to the side and takes yours, bringing it to his lips and enjoying the sugar coating his tongue. A single tear spills over his waterline, cascading down his cheek and settling under his chin.

Not sweet enough.

Six months ago, Bakugo would have never eaten your sweets, they were yours.

Now, he likes eating sweets on Sunday mornings when you grace him with your presence; anything to help him feel closer to you while you’re away.

tags // @slayfics @maddietries @starieq @liluvtojineteyam @jays-adventure3 @simp-plague @queenpiranhadon

[mvltisstuff]

hi!! could you possibly do a one-shot where buck and reader are flirting during the dosed episode? like they get high and are handcuffed and are just giggling and flirting and then accidental confession or something and then the next day they’re just like “i’m pretty sure we’re dating now..” thank you so so much!! this idea just made me giggle so <33

you get me so high - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif does not belong to me

a/n: i adore this idea, thank you for sharing <3 i worked on this very sporadically, and i’m not the biggest fan of it but i hope you enjoy!

whoever brought those brownies in was an angel to y/n. yeah, a felony for sure, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t secretly enjoy it.

even though the whole station had been haunted by taylor and her team the entire day, all of the worries of the job seemed to vanish. buck wasn’t sure why, but he just saw everything different than he has before. nature called for him and he was more than excited to be at his job.

he just wanted to laugh at everything, each little girl in front of him was the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. he watched y/n from across the room, sitting on the floor and playing with a girl in a massive dress shaped like a pastry.

“where did you get this dress?” she asks, running her fingers down the satin on the side.

“my mommy bought it for me!”

“can she buy one for me?” y/n asks, turning her head to see the grown firefighter skipping over.

“y/n!” he shoots out quickly, jogging over to lean next to her on the ground.

“hi buck! will you buy me a dress like this?”

“only if you buy me one,” he smiles. “maybe we should put bobby in one.” he starts completely laughing at the thought of bobby in a pretty pink dress, with a sash and a tiara.

“what is going on- buck!” chim shouts. “can someone help us over here?”

“how are we not helping?” buck asks, leading y/n to just shrug. they glance over at eddie in the corner, looking at all the pageant girls like they have 5 heads. he almost looks fearful of them, swaying in his spot.

the next few minutes were a blur, and suddenly they were all handcuffed together against a wall. hen, eddie, buck, and y/n were all connected by their hands, being watched by athena like they misbehaved at school.

“ooh, you made him cry!” buck teases, looking at the tears streaming down eddie’s face. y/n just looks closer to athena’s face.

“you’re a hot cop, thena,” y/n speaks airily, just smiling cheekily at the officer in front of her.

“you guys are high as hell and you’re on duty.”

“what?” hen exclaims. “i didn’t smoke anything-“

“well you ate something! someone brought marijuana brownies into the station, so you’re all off work.”

the team just looks around in shock, not fully caring until y/n and buck start giggling once more. “just- just sit down against this wall, and do not move.” athena demands, walking away to deal with the other emergency in the main room.

y/n and buck sat fine against the wall, comparing hands and very lightly slapping each other on the sides. a few spouts of silence would happen for a few minutes while the group of stoners just watched the world pass in front of them.

“buck,” y/n whispers.

“what?” he asks.

“you’re really cute, like i just figured i’d let you know.”

“thanks, you’re a cutie, too,” she giggles at his words, throwing her head back against the wall as he just glances at her. normal, sober buck would’ve had a racing heart and nerves fluttering all over his body because she told him he was cute. he knows he’s not bad looking, but hearing it from her is when he truly believes it. now, he just figured why not? yolo, anyway.

“no, you’re like cute cute. like hot oiled up firefighter cute.”

“that means so much, y/n,” he says, the sly remark almost making his heart clench.

“i want you under my christmas tree.”

“well, i want you in an easter egg for me.”

“well, i want you-“

“can you just shut up?” eddie asks, still distressed about being handcuffed and drugged. “we get it, you’re into each other. and what happens when you’re not high?”

“i don’t remember talking to you,” buck teases, giving eddie a side eye but keeping his head directed towards the pretty girl next to him.

“alright,” athena comes back into sight. “let’s get you all home, maybe sleep off some of this.”

the next morning, y/n remembered every little thing she said to buck, and he remembered every little thing he said to her. they hoped maybe it was like alcohol, making them forget what they may or may not have said, but nope. it was clear as day. it didn’t feel as awkward, though. it felt easier. like a weight was off their shoulders after being weighed down for so long.

when they both arrived at work, the look from the other just told them everything they had to know. buck meant everything he said, and so did she. her eyes lightly wandered over his, and he didn’t even make her say anything. they both knew that those cookies made a great thing burst open.

[katyawriteswhump]

Munson’s Munchies (aka The Sweetest Thing) 💝

For @steddiemicrofic January prompt, ‘new,’ @steddiebingo fill, whisper. Inspired by this post from @sofadofax and reblogged on @steddieficadopt, by @steddiecameraroll thank you so very much. This isn’t long enough to do the lovely prompt justice so I might expand on how the relationship actually develops before we get to the HEA, would very much like to, plus there’s tons of scope left for other fic versions!

WC: 517; Rating: T; CW: past drug use. tags: fluff, pining, steve has a forever crush on eddie, bakery products, happy ever after. Summary: When Steve spies a new store, it rekindles some very old feelings he never got around to acting upon.

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Steve didn’t usually notice anything new on Hawkins Main Street, even when he’d been away.

He spotted the new pastry store—Munson’s Munchies!—and his heart gave one of those flutters he’d forgotten existed. These days, any fizzle of excitement was usually shadowed with a resounding, Meh!

That’s what all his relationships came to, right?

Now, Steve’s heart pattered so madly it leaped into his throat. He plucked the courage to enter.

A bell tinkled sweetly above loud hardcore metal. Steve breathed deep of honeycomb, choc-pastries, syrupy brioche and fresh coffee. There were lil’ round tables with chequered pink and neon-slime-green cloth, cute china cups, then…

…he shimmied through some beaded curtains.

Eddie Munson.

The secret crush that’d consumed Steve’s soul, which he’d never acted on. Never got close enough to Eddie to flirt, even. Eddie had epitomised cutting-edge geekery crossed with bad-boy cool. Steve hadn’t had a clue how to approach him, other than being a douche.

Now, Eddie wore a lurid-pink Munson’s Munchies apron. He’d gotten his hair piled in a messy bun, loose strands framing his face, kissing those dimples.

Eddie was perfect.

As recognition hit, the placid customer-services half-smile on that lush mouth segued into a devilish grin.

“Harrington?”

“Hey.” Steve offered a dumb little wave, blushing like a cupcake cherry. It’s not like he’d returned to Hawkins to hook up with Eddie, though he still fantasized about what might’ve been, and…

…why the hell did he come back?  After two aimless years of city-hopping, dead-end jobs, and meaningless sex? Unless…

Steve sucked his lip.

“You want cake?” asked Eddie, “Otherwise, loving the conversation, dude. Could chitchat like this all night.”

Didn’t come for cake. Came in for YOU.

Steve literally facepalmed. “Sorry, spotted your name and… Wow! This place is cool. Yeah, I’ll have cake. What do you recommend?”

Eddie’s grin reached his eyes, sparkled, and sent tingles down Steve’s spine. “My nutty brownies are the real deal.”

“Uh… can I pass? Literally anything else. I had a really bad experience with brownies at High School, and…” Eddie’s turn to facepalm. “What?”

Steve selected a choc-mint-cupcake. Eddie poured afternoon-tea-for-two at a table with shiny-metallic doilies and ’fessed up. He discovered his love of creating pastries while dealing, baking weed into brownies: “I made a bogus batch for Tommy H once. He’d been picking on Gareth and—”

“—don’t sweat it. It might not have been the same ones, but I reckon he paid the revenge on. Tommy and I were on the ‘outs,’ and… Uuuuurgh, the headache! Never barfed so much, ever.”

“Man, I’m sorry.” Eddie winced, sipping tea delicately, pinkie finger raised.

“I’d honestly forgive you anything,” whispered Steve.

Shit. WHISPERED THAT TOO LOUD.

One afternoon, while they baked together, Steve discovered he actually craved brownies again. Eddie fed them to him, smearing crumbs on Steve’s lips, till Steve sucked those delicious fingers deep, kissed them messily then kissed Eddie ravenously. After that, he always swallowed brownies waaaaay too fast—salty-chocolate was his second-fave flavor.

Only Eddie knew his top favorite.

After years of living above their co-owned store, Eddie knew his Stevie’s favorite everything.

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zero pressure tag: @wheneverfeasible 💚 My stranger things fic on AO3

[companionjones]

Copenhagen

Pairing: Luca x Fem!Berzatto!Reader

Fandom: The Bear (Hulu)

Summary: You go to Copenhagen with Marcus, and meet Luca.

Warnings: SMUT, Cursing

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    “I don’t know why you’re coming with me,” Marcus stated in the airport. “You know I can do this by myself.”

    “I do know you can do this by yourself,” you agreed, “But I can’t explain it. I have to watch you do this by yourself...and going to Copenhagen is pretty great, too.”

    Marcus smiled. “Yeah, right.” He rolled his eyes.

    You were a Berzatto, Bear and Sugar’s little sister. It was Carmy’s idea to open a new restaurant when you all found Mikey’s money, and you and Nat were just helping out where you could. You threw yourself into this new project, though. A lot of it was to honor your late brother, but there was something else involved. You couldn’t put your finger on it, no matter how hard you tried. For some reason, you were as driven to open up the Bear as Carmy was, and you weren’t even involved in the kitchen.

    Copenhagen was a beautiful city. Honestly, you loved anywhere that wasn’t America, but Chicago was your home.

    “Who are you?” a British voice called out as you entered the pastry section of the kitchen.

    You caught the eye of the man wondering who you were and quickly answered, “My name is Y/n Berzatto, are you Luca?”

    He nodded, “That’s correct. You’re here to ask me questions?”

    “About Marcus and your time together today, yes,” you confirmed.

    Before you could get your first question in, Luca had a query of his own. “Why didn’t you come in with Marcus today?”

    “We’re opening a restaurant back in Chicago. There’s a lot of stuff I have to do,” you smiled.

    Luca smiled as well. “Alright. Fire away.”

    You had a few questions to as Luca regarding Marcus and the craft, and that took you about ten minutes. “Thank you,” you bid genuinely when you were done.

    “No problem,” Luca was still smiling at you. “Can I ask, why did you come all the way to another country when you could have sent those questions in an email?”

    There was that same line of questioning Marcus had been asking you as you got on the plane over there. “Because...I just want everything to go right for this restaurant. I can’t explain it...but...”

    “You care about everything, more than anything,” he finished for you.

    That was the best you had heard your reasoning be explained, and you weren’t even the one that explained it. “Yeah,” you smiled at him in return.

    “Yeah.” Luca went on, “Do you cook?”

    “No, no,” you laughed off. “That’s my brothers’ thing. My-my sister and I stick to the paperwork side of things.”

    “I find that surprising,” Luca revealed, “Carmen is the best chef I’ve ever worked with.”

    You laughed again. “Yeah, I get that all the time.”

    “Do you want to help me out with something?” Luca offered.

    Daring forward, you peaked at his work. “What is it?”

    “It’s called a compote. I could teach you how to make it, if you’d like.”

    “Haven’t you done enough teaching for today?” You referenced Marcus.

    Luca just smiled at you. “I don’t consider this work. Especially involving someone as beautiful as you.”

    You felt your cheeks heat up. “Well, how could I say no to that invitation?”

    Making it was easy enough. It involved boiling mixed berries, sugar, and honey...and that’s about it. You knew he went extra easy on you.

    “Do you make this dessert for all the girls who wander into your kitchen?” you teased as you and Luca shared the compote.

    He was quick to quietly respond. “No. Only you.”

    A chill ran down your spine. You decided to remind him. “I’m only in Copenhagen for a week.”

    “Darling, I’ve been wanting to do this since you walked in here.”

    Without another thought, you leaned in and kissed him.

    Almost everything about him was soft. His hands as they caressed your face, his lips as they danced with yours, everything was soft except for his chest as you racked your hands down it, aiming for his belt. His chest was hard as hell. You could feel his muscles flex as your hands came in contact with him.

    Luca stopped you as you reached his belt. “Not yet,” he told you before standing and lifting you up onto the counter with little effort, “Can I take these pants off, darling?”

    You lifted your hips as he slid the clothing down your legs. He planted a few kisses on them as he rose back up to meet your lips again.

    Luca stood between your legs and slid his fingers up your folds as he kissed you. He held the two fingers up between you. “All this for me?”

    “You weren’t the only one who wanted this to happen as soon as I walked in,” you revealed.

    Luca put his two fingers in his mouth and sucked, all while keeping his eyes on you. “Now this is the best thing I can remember tasting in a long time...you ready?”

    “Please,” you nodded.

    Luca kissed you again before inserting his two fingers inside you.

    You whined against his lips, and grabbed onto his shoulders.

    Slowly, he started pumping them in and out of you with you rocking your hips along with him. Luca made out with you as he did that. You could barely keep up with his tongue. Soon, he brought in three fingers, and suddenly, you couldn’t keep up at all. You decided to wrap your legs around Luca and to just sit there and let it happen to you.

    You felt your orgasm rising in your stomach. You were almost there when Luca pulled his fingers out of you.

    “Fuck, darling. Can’t take it anymore,” was all he could say. He pulled his pants down enough to free his sizeable dick before shoving it inside you.

    You let out a yelp, but Luca cut you off by covering your lips with his again.

    Luca immediately started thrusting in and out of you. “That’s more like it,” he said when he broke away from kissing you. At a certain point, he just held you close as he, almost violently, made love to you.

    “Luc--!” Your voice broke off as you came.

    “That’s it. Squeeze me just like that--Good girl,” Luca emphasized as he came inside you with one final thrust. He brought his forehead back to yours before holding you in another kiss.

    When that kiss broke, you asked Luca, “Can I have my pants back, please?”

    “Of course.” He broke away from you with a laugh as he quickly readjusted his pants and belt and found your clothes lying on the floor.

    You took the last bite of the compote as you waited.

    With everyone’s clothes back on, Luca extended, “You’re more than welcome to come back any time you’d like, and not just for...that. Though, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

    “I wouldn’t be opposed, either,” you returned, mocking his accent.

    Luca cracked a smile as he looked at you. He slowly leaned back in for another kiss.

    When you returned it, Luca leaned you against the counter.

    The kiss eventually ended and you bid, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Luca.”

    “See you tomorrow, Y/n.”

    Two of your hands touched as you walked away, only breaking contact when you were too far to keep it.

    You left Luca alone in his kitchen.

Sequel! Chicago

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more stories over on my page, you should check it out. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you!

[creatur3featur3]

Dream come True?

A/N: this is the first fic i've written in little over a year so feel free to lmk what you think with a comment or two! also some word/spelling errors, i made this while sick at 11pm 😭🙏

warning: none :3

word count: 1.1k

summary: your dream of going to Billie's show suddenly becomes a reality

part 2

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You had been listening to Billie’s new album ‘HIT ME HARD AND SOFT’ ever since it had been released, over and over and over, and well you get the point.

And when you heard Billie was going on tour?- you nearly cried, well no- you did cry, a lot at that.. but as usual the universe wasn't on your side.

“No- No, No, No, NO!-” you practically screamed as you scrolled down to the New York shows, desperately refreshing the page as if the big bold letters “SOLD OUT” would disappear. You had never even had a chance to try and even go to any of her shows even once, you were pretty tight on money due to New york’s crazy prices for just about everything and the moment you had saved up enough money to buy a show ticket? of course you wouldn't be quick enough to get one or even try.

You slammed your head down on your mattress, whining pretty pathetically as your best friend, Amber awkwardly sat next to you, looking up from her phone where she was texting her boyfriend. She sighed softly and shook her head as she tilted down to meet your sad eyes, “all sold out already?”

“yes…” you grumbled, shoving your face into your comforter. “You should at least expect it somewhat, I mean she's Billie Eilish for goodness sake….” Amber hummed as she went back to messaging Lucas.

You sat up slightly, resting your chin on your palm, “I know!” you groaned as you rubbed at your eyes clean of your stupid tears, it felt so stupid to cry over someone who didn't know you at all and you'd never have the chance of meeting, but here you were-

“I just!- She coming to New York three times, Amber! THREE!! and every single show is sold out in under the first day it seems like!” you wailed as you shoved your face back into your blanket.

Amber sighed softly, setting down her phone and gently placing her hand on your back, rubbing soft circles over it- “You know, maybe it's for the best… I mean you'd probably explode if you even had a chance to see Billie in person-” Amber offered, making you scoff harshly.

You wanted nothing more, you'd sell your soul if you had to- or your car…

—-

That was a few weeks ago now, you were still mourning the loss of course but you still had to go to work- so here you were clocking in to your mom's bakery for the oh so convenient shift of 4AM… like anyone was actually up at this time but you had to start making the pastries for the day.

You kneaded at the dough, softly grunting as you rolled it out and cut the dough, shaping it into croissants and setting it on the tray. Though the soft ringing of the front entry door opening and closing caught your attention.

“Seriously…?” you sourly muttered to yourself, who the hell is up at 4:28 in the morning getting breakfast?!- you walked out from the back, sighing excessively as you spoke in a pretty harsh tone-

“Sorry if your here for any pastries you'll have to wait another two hours or so-” though when you met the eyes of the woman who walked in you were shocked-

Billie

fucking

Eilish.

“Oh, no worries- I can wait, I don't have to be anywhere today thankfully,” she shrugged confidently as she met your eyes, those bright blue eyes staring back into yours. You felt your face naturally go red from embarrassment.

You stood there awkwardly before letting out a forced chuckle, “I-I don't want to having to wait in here all by yourself while I make stuff- that'd be kind of rude considering your, well-”

“Billie Eilish?” she finished with a soft smile.

“...yeah…” you mumbled in an almost embarrassed way, well no- it WAS in an embarrassed way, 100 percent.

Though she just simply sat down in one of the booths, crossing her legs, “I may be a singer but that doesn't mean i'm not human enough to not really care-” she chuckled softly, making your heart jump.

“Right- sorry-” You quickly replied.

“I, take it you're a fan?” she asked, not prying but just genuinely looking to see what she was to you in a way. “Uh yeah!-” you awkwardly smiled, “I tried to get a ticket to any of the shows your having here but you know-” you died off at the end, rubbing the back of your neck with the hand that was still completely covered in flour.

“Oh- for real? Do you want one or something? I can just get you set up.” she offered, making you do a double take.

“A-Are you serious?-”

“Yeah, it's easy, I can get you up front too, if you want, I know that some people are sensitive to the bass.” she hummed, pulling out her phone to do god knows what. Then she met your eyes again, tilting her head to the side slightly as if you were just as regular as a friend to her. “So?”

You were star struck, you didn't even know what to say. On the more obvious hand, this was Billie Eilish offering you a completely free ticket to one of her shows, you had to yes. But on the more annoying hand that wanted to have some sort of confidence for some version- you wanted to say no.

“uhhh… i don't think so- I mean it's asking a lot from you really-”

“Nah it's fine, i'll just get you a VIP pass, just tell someone in security to go get me, I know they probably won't listen but if I hear about someone being annoying i'll assume it's probably you-” Billie chuckled.

“...u-uh- okay…”

There was an awkward silence, your shoes squeaking against the floor before Billie spoke up again, “on second thought- i'll just have someone come pick it up… You've got a nice place here but I'd rather not sit down in silence by myself today…” and this time you let out a small genuine laugh, “I hear you.”

Billie stood up and walked over to the counter where you stood behind, “Nice meeting you by the way, most fans I meet are kinda crazy about seeing me,” She chuckled. “Oh believe me i'm going crazy inside.” You scoffed, making her smile. “Well, I'm gonna dip, maybe see you round…?” she shrugged. “Yeah, maybe…” you repeated as she walked over to the front door and opened it. though she looked back- “oh I didn't catch your name.”

“oh- it's Y/N.”

“Y/N… Nice name,” Billie hummed before she walked out, the bell ringing softly of her exit. you stood there in silence before quickly picking up your phone and speed dialing Amber's number.

“Amber-HOLY SHIT YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED-”

[cloudy-em]

Neeeeeeeeeeed Cam Girl p2!!!!!!

of course!!

a few people requested to be tagged in this one lol:

@arieltwvdtohamflash @writergiih @som-iserem @flowercrowns-goodvibes

MINORS DNI!

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Over the next month, Luca found himself getting addicted to Y/N's videos and streams. He loved watching her play with her pussy, her cute lingerie pushed to the side so she could use whatever toy she wanted.

He felt less shameful over time, as well. Yes, she was his coworker and she could never know he enjoyed her content so much, but her content was also on the internet for the world to see. "If she didn't want to run the risk of me seeing it, she wouldn't have posted it in the first place," he reasoned.

The day came that Luca fucked up.

He and Y/N were working late, the only ones left in the restaurant. She was piping cream on some pastries, and he was garnishing them with perfectly placed berries. They made a good team.

Luca was distracted, though. He could smell her vanilla shampoo, and all he could think about was burying his face in her hair while he fucked her senseless. He was interrupted from his thoughts with Y/N clearing her throat.

"Would you mind passing that extra piping bag, please?" she asked politely.

"Only if you behave," Luca responded before his eyes went wide. "I'm so sorry, that was a joke I-" he began to apologize.

"What the hell?" Y/N asked, confused. She glanced down to see his semi-hard cock straining in his pants, thought back to how he had looked at her the past couple of days, and suddenly this comment made sense.

"You're attracted to me?" She asked. Luca looked down in response.

"Very much so, yes," he replied. "Which I know is inappropriate, but you're very pretty and god, your streams-" she cut him off, blushing.

"You know about those?"

He hesitated. "Yeah," he said. "They're hot."

"Oh," she started. "I'm glad you think so. You know, since you're so attracted to me, do you think you'd like to make some content with me?" she asked.

Luca was in shock. "Um, yeah, yeah I'd love to."

So, they rushed to finish up the last of their pastries for the evening, and walked from the restaurant to Y/N's apartment.

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"So," Luca began as he watched Y/N finish setting up her camera on its tripod. "What do I do?"

She shrugged. "Just what you'd normally do. You can fuck me however you want, and I'll just leave the camera running. Then I can edit out what I need to and post it."

Luca nodded.

"You ready?" Y/N asked.

"Yes," Luca practically moaned as he watched Y/N strip off her top, revealing her tits covered by her bra. She walked towards him, breasts bouncing slightly, and kissed him roughly. He placed his big hands around her waist, moving her to straddle him.

The kissing grew needier by the second, Luca shoving his tongue into Y/N's mouth. He pulled away, Y/N whining.

"You gonna be a good girl for daddy?" he asked her, eyes staring into hers.

Y/N moaned, "Yes, daddy, I'll be your good girl."

"Good," Luca said, flipping them over. He pulled off his shirt, then proceeded to pull down her pants and panties in one movement. He looked up at her as he slowly moved his face towards her pussy, watching her facial expression grow desperate.

He licked a fat stripe up her cunt, flicking his tongue against her clit. She groaned and felt him smirk into her mound, moving his lips to kiss her hole.

"What a pretty pussy you have," he said and moved his large fingers to gently rub her slit, getting them wet. He pushed his fingers into her, sliding slowly into her. She moaned at the stretch.

He thrusted his fingers a few times before curling them up to hit her g-spot, tickling her pussy gently with his breath before he began licking her clit again. He moaned against it, sending vibrations through her body. She shuddered in response.

"Daddy, please," she moaned out, desperate for more.

"Hmm?" Luca hummed, his focus on eating her cunt.

"I want your cock please," Y/N begged.

And who was Luca to deny what his good girl wanted?

He pulled down his pants and boxers, his large cock slapping against his stomach and dripping precum. He kissed the top of her cunt one more time before kissing Y/N's cheek and rubbing his tip through her wetness.

Her nails dug into his back as he slowly pushed into her, stretching her pussy and filling it to the brim with his cock. He knew that's what she wanted; all good girls want to be full of their daddy's cock.

"Mmm, daddy," she moaned as he began slowly thrusting, her pussy gushing around him.

"That's it, moan for daddy," Luca ordered. So Y/N did as she was told and moaned for him again. Luca grunted in response and sped up his thrusts.

He was fucking her so fast, so hard, that she was seeing white. It felt so good. It had been so long since she'd had a real cock in her, and Luca's was everything she ever needed and more.

"'m not gonna last long," he warned. "You're so tight."

So Y/N clenched her pussy in response, milking him. All she wanted was his cum inside her.

"Cum inside me, please," she begged. "Breed me."

At those words, Luca lost control, fucking her as fast as he could, hitting as deep as he could. He felt her legs shaking as she came around him, which triggered his own orgasm, shooting thick ropes into her.

"That was so good," he said as he rolled over next to her, his breathing heavy.

"Yeah," she agreed. "Plus it'll make us some damn good money."

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as always, thank you for reading!

please send in some fluffy requests as well! i love writing smut but 100% of my inbox is currently smut requests and i'm not always in the mood for it :)

[who1ssheesh]

Fluff Xanxus promts

From prompt list by @novelbear

Notes: I love his so much I wanted to cry while writing this. He is OOC and I’m not sorry, I truly believe big scary characters have the softest souls.

Warnings: OOC, not proofread at all, English is still not my native language (maybe one day idk I way told you gotta drink a potion for that), sweating as always, a droplet of sadness

⋆ Always giving the other the first bite of their food

You think Xanxus is bitching again. Maybe it’s all about an almost shoe cook for the reason your man himself couldn’t explain, but who could be sure. He is creaking the plate with a fork messing his untouched meal, and you swear to god are trying to be patient.

You mutter under your nose and get back to your phone, leaving Xanxus alone with his mood swings.

Until you feel something touch you cheek - too hot and too good smelling to be his lips or tongue.

“The hell are you doing?”, with a confused gaze you look at Xanxus holding out some steak piece on a fork.

“Shut the fuck up and eat”, he doesn’t sound irritated as usual though, more like…passive. Even calm you could say, but Xanxus is never calm, right?

“Is my man pampering me?”, you cannot help but smile, especially pointing out those words he oh so much likes, and shake your head coquettishly.

“Just making sure my food isn’t poisoned, brat”, Xanxus answers with a slight smirk that doesn’t go past your eyes.

⋆ Keeping a few of their favorite snacks in the house for when they visit

Xanxus is not domestic at all. A bit whiny cat that comes by your house from time time for the longest time. At least that’s what he thinks, after some times you notice ок is around your apartment more times than he is absent, which allows you to find out some of his habits. Sleeping on a specific side for example. The way Xanxus keeps bumping your leg when he wants you attention or…him having the sweetest tooth in the world.

It started with a cheesecake. You didn’t pay much attention, because eating everything in your house and leaving is pretty Xanxus, to be honest here. But then you see that only certain sweets disappear, it feels as if a very big scary bulky mafioso visits you just to steal candies. He, it seems, enjoys something on a lighter side, not too sweet - cakes with fruits for their little sourness, bitter coffee flavored chocolates. He does indeed enjoy pastry and “fancy” patisserie goods but hates caramel, to this day you wonder why.

You have to admit, getting cakes almost on a daily for Xanxus does bite your wallet - just imagine, this almost two meter high thick man eats twice as much, if not trice, as you.

“You like lemon cheesecakes, huh?”, he occasionally asks while passing by. “You ass gonna become fat”, he threatens you with his finger, and you smirk at his humor despite him having a deadpan usual face - you just feel when he is in a frisky mood.

“You like thick ass, don’t you?”

Xanxus barks a laugh in return

“I think I want to try a matcha cake roll from the new bakery nearby”, you nonchalantly add, smugly looking at his broad back.

“I think you want a rosemary lemon one.”

“What makes you think so?”

“Cause you like the taste, idiot”.

You look at Xanxus checking his gun and getting ready to leave and can’t help but smile way too fondly for your liking.

“Yeah, I think you are right”

Xanxus used to have caramels as a child - very rarely, and his poor mother surely tried her best despite her condition to find at least a couple of them hoping to make her son happy just a little. She used to hide them all around their place, and Xanxus didn’t even realize it was her, being proud with his detective work and annoyingly sniffing around. It didn’t feel the same with Nono, maybe the blood and tears spoiling the taste despite the unthinkable about of money his father could and would throw his way. But it’s…funnier with you. Because Xanxus can again play a smiffing all around detective and find a delicious prize there. You are not dumb and certainly catch something with your foxy witty eyes and mischievous smile and jokes here and there but keep playing along. This small game puts Xanxus” torn soul…at ease.

But you shouldn’t know any of that, he will selfishly keep memories of his dear mother to himself the same way he did with those caramels, and sometimes he can feel pouty because you will never understand how much this small gesture from you means to him.

He doesn’t eat caramels though. Brings back bitter memories.

⋆ Kisses. on. the. tip. of. the. nose.

⋆ Zipping or buttoning their jacket for them

Xanxus is already a pain in every place possible and he makes sure he is the biggest one all the time. It’s not easier in the slightest when he is injured and getting angry because of his lack of autonomy.

You look at his swearing - which is feting louder every second - and thin your lips, not sure what to do. Yes, he has said some rude words to you. Yes, you know that your feelings matter, but realizing where Xanxus has his mood come from softens you.

You sigh in defeat, looking at his pathetic attempts to button up his shirt while having one of his arms is broken - even putting in on was a sight to see, to be fair. You don’t say a word and don’t even look up at your partner, buttoning his shirt with a frown but being so delicate, as if you can hurt one of he most dangerous people around.

Xanxus doesn’t object a bit, patiently - which is an achievement for him - waiting for you to finish, and here you both are just silently standing here and not moving anywhere.

You look up at Xanxus and he rolls his eyes in return as if not to look at you on purpose.

Your heart sings just by looking in his eyes and you cannot help but stand on your tiptoes and cup his face. Kissing the tip of his nose, you smile at his wincing face and leave one more kiss. And more. And more. Until you finally leave your butterfly touch on his lips.

⋆ Waiting until they safely reach the front of the door or get inside before driving off

Xanxus has been trying to show he’s serious, starting with driving you himself instead of sending a chauffeur, and you are glad he sis this. Both of you feel comfort in a shared silence, his hand rubbing your hip or even nipping sometimes so you don’t fall asleep, is so hot to the touch it almost burns your skin. Xanxus doesn’t like when you get to your house, because he doesn’t want to let you go, and he doesn’t give a shit you have certain needs…like sleeping at night.

Every time you walk out of the car, he does so too, and you never understand why since he’s not the one to give a hug as a goodbye - making out in the car is pretty much enough.

“Why are you keep standing there when I go home?”, you ask one day.

“Smoking.”

“Okay.”

You get out of the car, and Xanxus does so too again. He puts his hands in his pockets, no cigarettes visible anywhere and knowing his shitty humour you are certain that was one of those dumb jokes.

You go to the building and turn around before entering and you see Xanxus drilling a hole in your back with an intense gaze.

“Hey, my house could be very dangerous too, you never know”, you start, and he lifts his brow. “Maybe you just start staying overnight?”

Xanxus grins.

⋆ Doing their makeup for them

Sleepy Xanxus is a sight to behold. His dve is still wet from the water - he hasn’t even used a towel after washing his face and even cuter you find him unable to even open his eyes, wrinkling his nose and muttering some curses with a hoarse voice.

You cant help but smile and squish his cheeks - non-existent basically because he has pronounced masculine cheekbones but you are she with the amount of candies he is going to get those eventually - and Xanxus growls.

“I will murder your family.”

“Love you too, babe.”

With a loud growl Xanxus buries his nose in your neck while you try to understand how his feather accessory is supposed to be attached to his hair.

You are not sure, but by the time you finish you think he has fallen asleep again. You just kiss the back of his head and entwine your hands around his shoulders.

Before shaking him violently with all the strength you have.

[queer-ragnelle]

ok so. i study medieval literature for my degree and i 10000373939201% agree about merlin being a huge sack of shit and just gross and awful. my question is how you feel and navigate retellings where merlin is. like actually a fairly okay character. not morally pure by any means of the imagination but i.e he’s aged down, he’s more of a friend to arthur, he’s a little less of an evil madman. like the T.A Barron novels (don’t quote me on this exactly bc i haven’t read all of them) where he’s actually a semi sympathetic character who doesn’t just terrorise women

Oh I love those!

I highly recommend Mary Stewart’s Arthurian Saga with a Merlin trilogy followed by a Mordred book.

There’s a tv show/movie thing called Merlin of the Crystal Cave (1991) which covers book one and it’s great! Baby Merlin is so sweet and his mother’s casting is perfect. She was fierce and beautiful. I loooove Merlin in The Adventures of Sir Lancelot (1956-1957) he’s very sweet and quirky. Helps Lancelot out, beefs (good natured) with Kay, advises Arthur in ways that actually make sense, honors Guinevere (who has a seat at the Round Table!) and has an affinity for birds. I also love Merlin (1998), his romance with Nimue is beautiful!! They met as teenagers but don’t really get together until they’re middle aged and I just adore them. A very different Merlin, but I like him in Starz Camelot (2011) as well (even though he did follow through helping Uther get to Igraine pretending to be Gorlois and then later sleeps with Igraine. Yikes!). So that’s a morally gray example for you.

Movie-wise and another morally-gray example is Excalibur (1981) which everyone knows is one of my favorite films ever. Merlin helps Uther cross the mists to rape Igraine and then takes baby Arthur away while she’s screaming. In fact I commend Sir John Boorman for portraying it like this, without glossing over it, as many filmmakers turn away from it (which is fine and valid but I respect a creator who can depict these things in a way subtextually sympathetic to the woman). Later, Merlin is silly and wise and often comedic, making quips about Arthur eating Guinevere’s mystery pastries and tripping into the water while Arthur battles Lancelot. When Merlin returns at the end in dreams to Arthur and Kay, it’s touching. Boorman has created an extremely compelling character, capable of both evil deeds and bidding for Uther as well as genuine compassion and affection for Arthur, even extending that to Kay. Another great example is Merlin and the Sword (1985) (where my pfp is from<3) where he’s significantly older than Ninianne (Merlin’s actor was 26 years older than Ninianne’s). She’s brought to court by Pellinore since her own dad is too sick. She and Merlin play with tarot cards and he materializes flowers for her and they make out in the crystal cave. It’s very sweet! But also Ninianne’s actress was 25 years old during filming (in 1981). That’s a grown ass woman. Yeah she’s younger than him but she’s old enough to make her own choices. Hell yeah fuck that old man!

So I don’t think you have to worry too much about tiptoeing around the old wizard or adding caveats like “He’s morally good in this one” to justify liking him or the story. Enjoying Merlin’s character, good, gray, or bad, doesn’t mean we condone his actions in anything he appears in, particularly Medieval literature which is a product of its time. Each story is self contained to its own universe. Merlin is far from my favorite character, and I personally write him pretty shit, but I don’t think any character is irredeemable because they’re not real and cannot achieve redemption at all. That’s a fake guy. He’s a tool in the narrative just like all the others. So if he’s interesting and engaging, that’s all that really matters. The worst thing a character can be isn’t evil, it’s boring.

Hope that explains it well enough. All of these books, tv shows, and movies are available on my blog so you can check them out for yourself! If you do get back to those T. A. Barron novels, you’ll have to let me know what you think! Take care. :^)

[lounaticm]

Went to go to the ask box and hit unfollow instead *slaps forehead* two college semesters have reaaaally done me in 😂

Anyway, I'm here to beg ask if you have some soft Darkiplier headcanons for a starving simp? I have been craving soft Dark content for a long time, and I figure what better way to celebrate the end of the semester than with a request?💙

I'm sorry this has taken me this long to get to, I've been wracking my brain for what to put, having no further direction to play off of, and well… a lot of the soft stuff I have for Dark is also kinda angsty… 😅 and/or derives specifically from his time before WKM. But, I figure you probably won't mind either way, so. lol, I figured that was probably the case when I got that notification. And believe me, I've accidentally done that before. But hey! Congrats on two semesters down! 🎉

But anyways, here's what I've come up with as far as some random 'soft' HCs for Dark~

His favorite flower is honeysuckle, having an association of the flower with the DA, and he's always had plenty of honeysuckles - and roses - planted around his home, making him always smell ever-so-slightly of them.

His favorite color is actually pink - though black is a close second - and has been since long before the events of WKM. It's partially the reason why Wilford is all pink (the other reason being that pink is a derivative of red, which was Celine's favorite color… and Mark's).

He almost always wears black suits, only putting on white for particularly special occasions. Though he can easily be convinced to wear white more often.

Dating back to pre-WKM, he loves to bake - but hasn't been in an emotionally and mentally 'okay' mindset to even want to for a long time. But, once events occur to make him happy again, one would be hard-pressed not to find him baking often, or find the evidence of such in the plethora of pastries and sweets he's made, sitting out or put away in the fridge. And he's damn good at it. It's the best damn baking you will ever encounter. The happier he is, the more he bakes, and more often, too.

And on that token, he's got one hell of a sweet tooth - greater than Will's, in some aspects. He loves caramel and cinnamon and vanilla and cream, yes, but his absolute favorite is chocolate. And - so far as he's been able to find thus-far - his most favorite dessert is Devil's Food Cake, especially when the recipe uses coffee. (He's not as fond of more sour or bitter sweets, such as those that include berries, but he doesn't dislike them. Yes, I've had many thoughts about the WKM cast and what sweets they like lol)

His body temperature runs a lot colder than the average human's (a result of the events of WKM) and in moments where he's feeling playful, he will touch the back or side of your neck with his fingers just for the reaction to the sudden cold he'd get. Did I mention that he's a bit of a mischievous sort? Yeah. :) (He and the DA got up to quite a number of shenanigans back in their university days~)

That's all I've got for the moment. 😅 Sorry it's so short.

@kiwibubbles5

[sayitdido]

lovesick pt.2 ● txt

genre: hurt comfort, alternate ending

synopsis: txt apologizing after the this events

warnings: none, they might be still toxic

yeonjun

you expected to see yeonjun on your door several days later so seeing him right in front of you when you opened the door was no surprise for you. but you are still intrigued to hear what he has to say.

you invite him inside and he shows gratitude. "i am sorry for not making time for you. i see your point now. it took me long to see. sorry" he says with his head down and hands on his knees. "i am not expecting you to take me back but can you at least try to forgive me?" he looks at your face finally. "i don't know, junnie. can i? is the thing you did forgivable?" he smiles with the nickname and sarcastic tone of your voice. this basically means you forgive him and invite him back to your close circle. the only thing left is to get you back.

soobin

having to see him everyday after your breakup has been a torture. trying to act nonchalant even though it hurts like hell.

and when he says "we need to talk" you feel anxious. fearing to repeat the last time.

"i know i might have been too cruel. no, not might. i had been cruel. and apologizing probably is not enough but i am genuinely sorry. it was definitely an overreaction." you feel tearing up again so you try to hide your face since the last time he saw you cry, he said it was to guilt trip him.

"yeah no biggie." you say even though your heart keeps aching. yet soobin seeing a path to take you back.

beomgyu

you are sitting on a bench in the park you like minding your own business and not paying attention to your soroundings when you suddenly hear a guitar starting to play. you raise your head to see where it is coming from. it is to your shock to see beomgyu as the source of the melody you are hearing.

he soon starts to sing too. when you realize the song is actually about your breakup and his apologizing. you cringe at the idea a little bit but the sweet lyrics and melody make it up to you.

as soon as he finishes his song, you go up to him and hug. "so does that means we are back together?" he asks.

taehyun

a text message appears on your notification bar.

tyunnie: can we talk?

you become unable to shallow as you read the text and who it come from.

tyunnie: i was so wrong when i said, i don't have any feelings anymore. turns out i do.

tyunnie: i don't wanna be the annoying ex who textes out of nowhere but we need to talk.

you: okay. at - at -

when you meet up, it doesn't even take 5 minutes for him to take you back as you didn't want to breakup in the first place. and you are glad that it took him very short to realize his feelings before you both moved on

huening kai

bumping into him, the love of your life that broke your heart, was not definitely something you needed yet you did nothing to stop him from convincing you to talk to him.

leading you to your favorite place. "they have great pastry. i missed them." he says. as you enter he goes to register while he tells you to sit at your usual place.

as he comes back with your favorite orders, you know he is up to apologizing. as you feel no choice but to forgive him and take him back even though with his 3rd grade excuse of "that day my phone was not on me. i wasn't the one who seen those messages. when i saw, i freaked out but i couldn't reach you, y/n."

a/n: this was requested and it took so long for me to come up with ideas so sorry anon. i am not sure about how the story progresses so i want to act like only things in the first part happened and this is an alternate ending.

[jasmyluv]

028. To "study"

(wc: 0.6k)

As you walk inside the building you’ve always admired, you see Scaramouche on his phone, doing whatnot. There were many instances where you passed by Komore Teahouse and saw so many people chatting and laughing while drinking their pastries and tea. This time, it was dead empty.

“Scara.” You call.

“Hey, [Name].” He greets you, putting his phone down.

“So, how do you plan on studying?” You ask him.

“Active recall. Kazuha gave me a list of expected words to see in the competition. Here.” He gives you your own copy. Now looking at the list, it was what you’re studying before by yourself. 

“Seems pretty easy. Though, I think it’s also safe to study words that might be on there. This school just loves giving surprises.” You say, setting down your paper.

“Alright, I’ll ask you to spell some words and you do the same, ok?” He says, scanning the paper full of words uncommon to see in a normal sentence.

“Sure sure.” He takes both your paper and his and puts it on the side. You both have decent memory, you’ll be able to name quite a few.

“Ok, spell controversy.” Easy.

“C-o-n-t-r-o-v-e-r-s-y.” You say with such ease present in your voice.

“Alright, Scara. Spell manoeuvre.” Is this child’s play?

“M-a-n-o-e-u-v-r-e for the British spelling, m-a-n-e-u-v-e-r for the American spelling.” His cockiness only fuels his ego, as if his isn’t already high enough.

“Hm, So we’re doing this now, Kunikuzushi?” To say that he was caught off-guard was an understatement. Nevertheless, he pays no mind.

“[Name], spell autochthonous.” 

“You just give me the easiest words to spell, no? A-u-t-o-c-h-t-h-o-n-o-u-s.” You tilt your head ever so slightly, smiling teasingly, almost smirking. 

“So what if I do, [Name]?” 

“I need a challenge. That competition is no joke. Spell, hmm. Chiaroscurist.” (for those who don’t know how to pronounce it, “ki-ya-ros-kyu-rist”!)

“Oh, uhm.” He was unfamiliar with that word, but he doesn’t want to be the first one who gets a word wrong. Sound it out, maybe?

“K-”

“Haha, wrong!” You rejoice in victory after hearing that single letter. It feels like you’ve been wanting for him to get it wrong. 

“I’m sure you’re not that perfect. Spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.” 

“You really show no mercy, huh? S-u-p-e-r-c-a-l-i-f-r-a-g-i-l-i-s-t-i-c-e-x-p-i-a-l-i-d-o-c-i-o-u-s. Unlucky for you, I know almost every word in the English vocabulary.” Right, your mom made you read the dictionary. At this point, he’s so close to giving up. Isn’t this supposed to be a study session, not an unofficial competition?

“Though, I’m sure they’re not going to put the longest word in the world. Well, maybe one, but towards the end.” You say, staring out the window of the sunny day.

“Huh? Towards the end? How does the spelling bee work?” He asks, obviously confused.

“It works like all are in our own individual teams with buttons in front of us. If you know how to spell the word, you get 100 points, if you spell the word wrong, you lose 50 points. The scores will be tallied up and there will be 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place. Runner’s up will be an honorable mention, but no rewards will be given.” You explain how the competition works. So, there’s no teams, hm? He’s satisfied he doesn’t have to work with people.

“Any more questions?” You ask him, hoping to answer his inquiries. 

“Yeah. You’re pretty, has anyone ever kissed you?”

“Ah! Uhm, no. Why?” You’re flustered. Why the hell would he ask that?

“Then… Let me be the first, hm?” 

“What?-” You barely processed what he said before he leaned over from the other side of the table, smashing his lips into yours. Your eyes widen, what the fuck? You couldn't even do anything before he pulled away and immediately asks you. “[Name], spell anachronistic.”

“I- Uhm. A-...n-a-k? I think?” you’re too flustered to even think. 

“Hm. Incorrect. What happened to “I know almost every word in the English vocabulary”?” It was his turn to smirk, cocky bastard.

“Hey, you did that on purpose!” You retort back.

“Hm, did I?” Scaramouche didn’t want to say, but he was also rather surprised at his actions. Impulsive or intrusive, you didn’t know. 

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Of All People… - scaramouche x fem!reader smau

SYNOPSIS When you, a student who finds her best friend admits the terrors of high school. A best friend who’ve you’d hated ever since he left. Of all people, why was he the one to make you swoon, a person you swore to hate?

Fun facts!

Please don't mind the timestamps ahhhhh

no, i definitely didn't search up words on a spelling no nu-uh

[Name]'s mom made her read and memorize the whole dictionary

Scaramouche rich!?!!?!?!??!

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Author's note:

Will be double updating today, last chapter of Act 2, how we feelin'?

[arlington-loverboy]

The best Valentine's Day

➹Tadashi tastes the cake made by his crush.

♥ Couple: Tadashi Nakano x Scholar

➹Words: 1601

♥ Note: English is not my first language and this is my first time writing, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or it's too ooc.

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Tadashi gave a reluctant look to the cake in front of him, it was so deformed that even the cafeteria lady flinched when they both approached to borrow a pair of spoons. Scholar didn't notice it, Tadashi did not bring it to their attention either, he couldn't bear to break all the happiness and illusion that were shining in their eyes.

“I know it seems a bit screwed up. Want me to taste it first?” Scholar asked.

“What? No. It’s all right. It looks cute,” he said. “I-I will eat it now.”

Tadashi gulped as he took one of the spoons. He tried to convince himself that he was just being whimsical, he grew up eating fine pastry, so his speciations about baking were too high and unrealistic. Besides, it was a gift from Scholar, they had made it for him and him only. He only had to think about it to make his heart race. However, as soon as a spoonful of cake touched his tongue, he struggled not to spit it out. It tasted salty, spicy, bitter and cloyingly sweet all at the same time. The mix of flavor didn’t make any sense, and the texture didn't help at all.

Tadashi felt like he was about to puke, but then he met Scholar's big doe eyes. They awaited his reaction with a warm smile on their lips, looking more beautiful than ever.

“Well?” Scholar asked shyly. “Do you like it?”

Tadashi forced a smile and swallowed the cake that felt like sand on his tongue. “It's great. I love it.”

“I’m glad you like it! I have never baked anything before.”

“I can tell.” He responded without thinking, but regretted it as soon as Scholar's smile faltered a little. “I mean, it's a good cake for a beginner, the mixture is a bit stiff though.”

“Yeah, there was no guide, you know, the Wi-Fi went out. I just… I wanted to make something special for you so bad that I couldn’t wait.”

‘Oh, my love, you should have asked Claire to do it for you’ was the only thought Tadashi had while his taste buds suffered. And, in the past, he might have been able to say it out loud or give honest constructive criticism, but he simply couldn’t. Scholar flushed cheeks betrayed how happy and proud they were with the idea of him enjoying their gift, he couldn’t bear to ruin it for them.

Tadashi panicked when Scholar tried to reach the other spoon, so he took their hand on his and squeezed it softly. “Thank you.”

He wasn't going to let Scholar ruin it for themselves either!

“It's no big deal, you've probably eaten better things before,” they said.

“But you made this one. I-It’s better that any of those things”. Tadashi found himself blushing too. He wasn’t lying after all, that cake was the best gift he had been given, although it tasted burnt and raw at the same time.

Scholar let out a giggle that made him feel warm inside. They were so lovely. Pretty bad bakers, put still lovely.

“Oh my. What do we-” Tyler approached them with a playful smile that fade the moment he noticed the cake. “Wow, where did you get that? Looks like someone stepped on it.”

“It doesn't look like that at all. The icing is just a little crooked.” Tadashi retorted instantly as he let go Scholar hand. “Food don’t need to have a good presentation, the flavor is all that matter.”

Tyler was about to argue when the realization popped on his head. His gaze went from Tadashi to Scholar repeatedly until he laughed and said, “I was joking. Food is also an art, and it takes practice, Scholar did very well for a beginner.”

Tadashi sighed in relief.

“You don’t have to lie, Tyler, I know it looks ugly, but it tastes good, Tadashi liked it,” Scholar said. “And thanks for the ingredients, I owe you a big one.”

“Where the hell did you get those things?” Tadashi frowned.

“Why are you thinking about me when it’s Valentine’s Day and they’re right here?” Tyler gestured toward Scholar dramatically. “Relax and enjoy your cake, Tadman, live the moment. Let’s go, take another bite.”

Tadashi gave him a murderous glare for a second before turning to Scholar and smiling. The memory of the hideous taste invaded his mouth and send shivers through his body. Despite that, he took the spoon and tried to gather the necessary strength, it was all about making Scholar happy.

Before he could take a bite, Raquel entered the cafeteria and noticed them. “Hey! Shit, man, that cake is deflating? Are they selling spoi-?”

“Scholar made it,” Tadashi interrupted sharply.

“Oh, I should have noticed, Arlington don’t have this kind of delicacies,” she changed her concerned expression to a smile.

Tyler grinned. “Hey, Raquel, Tadashi said it tastes like heaven. Wouldn't it be great to try it out? It’s a lot of sugar for just one person, isn’t?”

“Really? If Dashi like it, it must be truly good.” Raquel looked the ugly cake with curiosity.

Worried about keeping Scholar happiness unharmed, Tadashi wanted to move the plate away from the others. However, Scholar turned to him expectantly.

“Do you want to share it?” They asked.

Scholar's kindness was in the second row of the Excel that Tadashi named ‘what I like about them’. And he liked it, absolutely like it, but never imagined it would be a double-edged sword.

“I don’t think he minds it, our president has always been a generous soul!” Tyler took the second spoon and gave Raquel a bite of cake.

Tadashi saw in horror how all the color disappeared from Raquel face. Drops of cold sweat appeared on her forehead as she forced the burn-flavored mixture, accompanied by the sugary raw egg icing, down her throat.

“It’s so tasty.” Raquel held back a retch. “Finally some gourmet shit in this school.”

Tyler didn't even laugh as he watched Raquel fight for her life.

“I told you, Scholar, you did great.” Tadashi ate another small piece of cake, this time feeling the uncooked flour sticking in his throat. He coughed to prevent himself from drowning and rubbed his arms. “It’s a little cold in this time of the year.”

Scholars stroked his back as if to warm him, but pulled their hands away when they remembered the presence of their friends. They tried to act normally. “Next time I will bake more for everyone.”

Tadashi's eyes widened when he heard them. As much as he loved them, he could recognize that he would not live long if he had to eat something like that again. It was better if Scholar stayed away from the ovens for a long time.

Still, he endured the sour taste in his mouth and smiled at Scholar. “I would love to try your baking again.”

“I will make cookies for you next time then! That should be easier, and hopefully the Wi-Fi will be working. It’s going to be much better.”

Tyler choked his laugh with his hand. Raquel didn’t even dare to say anything, she was busy wiping her tears after almost passing out.

“Well, I have some study to do. I will see you later, guys.” Scholar stood up from the chair. They gave Tadashi an awkward pat on the shoulders. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“I will see you later.” Tadashi said. “And seriously, thank you. I appreciate it a lot.”

They shared a smile before Scholar left the cafeteria. Tyler and Raquel waved goodbye and waited until they were out of sight to let out their laughs.

“If it wasn't obvious that they liked you, I would think it was an assassination attempt.” Raquel grabbed a napkin and tried to wipe her tongue. “That cake has to be poisonous.”

“Is not that bad. Just a little hard and dry… And sometimes strangely damp,” Tadashi argued. “Scholar did his best for me- I mean, for this to be good.”

“‘Not that bad’, man? It was spicy, and cakes aren’t supposed to be spicy. How did you put up with two bites of that?”

“Now you have my absolute respect. If you eat that whole monster, you can survive anything,” Tyler said.

“No way he’s gonna keep eating it.” Raquel looked at Tyler in disbelief.

Tadashi was too focused on the cake to pay attention to them. It sucked, yes, he couldn't deny it, but he didn't want to throw it away. To tell the truth, he didn't feel like eating it either because it was obvious that he might get sick, but every time he thought of Scholar taking the time to cook for him, he felt both happy and guilty. His crush liked him enough to make a cake that turned out to be the shittiest pastry he had ever tasted. However, it wasn’t just a cake, it was the first one Scholar made in his life, and it was for him. Tadashi he pushed the cake towards him, shielding it from the judgmental eyes with his arms.

Tyler pretended to pray. “Rest in peace. We will remember you as Arlington's greatest president.”

"No fucking way, Dashi, you’re stupidly and absolutely whipped," Raquel said.

Tadashi groaned, even though he knew she was right. Maybe he was a little too much into Scholar to the point of making a regretful choice, like keeping that ugly cake. And although he knew it, he couldn’t help himself. Love had to be an evolutionary disadvantage because that one felt like the best Valentine's Day of his life.

[wisteria-cherry]

forty days and forty nights (day two!)

(so i’ve figured out that this is probably gonna be a decently long series? total slowburn. i’ll be writing oneshots by day, so like, every day he comes in i’ll be writing y’all’s interactions and we’ll see how it goes. happy reading :)

(read them all here!)

the same familiar jingle of the coffee shop door caused you to look up, somewhat more excitedly than usually, partly because it was a slow (the most exciting thing you’d done was brew a new pot of coffee about ten minutes ago), mundane sort of day at the coffee shop, and partly because you were secretly hoping dynamight would come back.

he did.

a familiar head of wild blond hair and a scowling face half-hidden by a scarf trudged up to the counter.

“medium black coffee.” he stated, not bothering to make it sound like a request.

“coming right up. for dynamight?” you question.

“yeah.”

“alright, it’ll just be a couple minutes.” you smile. dynamight didn’t reply, only plopped himself down on a barstool. was it the same one as yesterday, you wondered? given that he came in at the same time he did yesterday, you imagined it was likely. he seemed like the sort of guy who likes routine.

you slide dynamight his coffee with another sweet smile.

“another tiring day?” you ask, organizing the pastry display next to the countertop.

“yeah. fuckin’ sidekicks dunno how to do shit these days. one of ‘em’s slow as fuck, another one can’t do shit without getting told fifteen times...” the way he said it made him seem old. the internet told you he was your age, though.

“how’d they do back in your day?” you tease.

“tch! fuck off.” dynamight rolled his eyes. “you’re young, too. don’t act like you’re older than me.”

“i am older than you.” you retort. dynamight choked on his coffee and you instantly feel bad for saying that. “are you okay??”

“i’m fine.” dynamight coughed before calming down. “there’s no way in hell you’re older than me, that’s all.”

“only by a couple months.” you shrug.

“why do you know my birthday, you weird fuck?” dynamight nearly bared his teeth.

“well,” you begin, your cheeks heating up, already embarrassed to be admitting to your late night endeavors, “you seem surprised that i didn’t know who you were yesterday. so i searched you up.” you already knew your cheeks were splotched with pink as dynamight narrowed his eyes.

“so you’re pretty famous, then. it’s no wonder you were surprised i didn’t know who you are.” you attempt to make conversation that diverted his attention from your potentially creepy habits.

“yeah, i’m the number one hero in japan.” he grunted in reply, taking another sip of his coffee.

“that’s incredible. thank you for what you do.” another smile. your mouth would probably hurt by the time he was gone, but you didn’t mind.

“it’s nothin’.”

“it’s more than nothing. you’re the best out of hundreds, maybe thousands of heroes in japan. that’s no small feat.” you reply earnestly. “so why did you become a hero?” dynamight was silent for a moment, before answering.

“you know all might?”

“of course i do. who doesn’t?” dynamight seemed irked at this.

“i don’t know, maybe ‘cuz you live under a fuckin’ rock?” he snapped back.

“sorry,” you smile (again) apologetically. “but to be fair, we all grew up knowing all might as number one. you haven’t exactly been number one for as long as him.”

“yeah, whatever.” he spat. “i’m still the best. and i’ll be better than him.”

“is that why you’re a hero?” you ask curiously.

“yeah. i’m gonna beat all might and beat deku.”

“deku? the number two hero?” you tilt your head.

“yes, the number two hero.” dynamight grumbled.

“you have a rivalry with him or something, right?” you ask, trying to recall the particular interview where dynamight scowled at the mention of deku, similarly to what he was doing now.

“or something.” he muttered.

“that must be fun.” you laugh lightly. dynamight rolled his eyes.

“can’t stand him. just like i can’t stand any of those other extras.”

“extras?” you repeat. you’d heard him use the term before, in the interviews.

“yeah, extras.”

“why are they extras?” you ask curiously. dynamight scoffed.

“because they don’t matter.”

“oh, i see.” although you’re tempted to get into a debate about morals, personal philosophy, etc, you were technically still working, so, no arguments.

not that you would have time for one, anyway, because dynamight stood up and set his mug down, finished. he gave a brief nod of acknowledgement.

“later.” he grunted before lumbering out, the little bell still chiming merrily.

“it’s more than nothing. you’re the best out of hundreds, maybe thousands of heroes in japan. that’s no small feat.”

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(feel free to comment + leave ur thoughts :)

[spacemanxpaninis]

☕ - If you and your F/O went to a cafe, what would your drink orders be?

🍓 - After your drinks, would you order desserts? What would you order?

AHHHHH DGCSDCVX I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD DO IT 🥺 and yesterday I went to a local French café so this was perfectttttt ahem anyhoo!!!

☕️- Starting with me, I pretty much always get a london fog or a matcha latte 🖤 ya girl is not a coffee person 😆 but as far as The Squad™ goes:

❤️‍🔥: At first she’s just like a fuckin uhhhh coffee???? Then she learns she can get ✨flavors✨ and ✨SPRINKLES✨ and oh my god. One frappuccino for my frappu-queeno. Karlach dies when I say that and demands I say it to the barista too. She’s lucky I simp for her love her.

⚜️: My boy Louis is FRENCH so it’s going to depend on the time of day. Morning? Probably café au lait. Afternoon? Probably un noisette. I’m just sitting there with my tea of shame like woohoo babe you’re so authentic!!! like we’re not LITERALLY IN FRANCE AND I’M JUST THE AMERICAN WHO MARRIED INTO TS

👽: Insists it’s cringe to get anything other than a rEGuLAr cOFfeE but then sees me with my matcha and is like it’s green??? And I’m like yessir we love chlorophyll in this house isn’t it pretty 🥰 and suddenly both of us are always there in the café with our violently green cups because you cannot convince me this man isn’t a sucker for brightly colored shit look at him. Howard and I both love it when they draw stuff in the foam. Since we’re regulars the baristas have started surprising us with nerd shit on our nerd drinks!

📒: When starbucks released that lavender cold foam? Yeah that was for Annie actually. She loves it. Her absolute favorite is an iced latte with lavender cold foam and I often get a lavender matcha to match 🥰

💅🏼: Max is like Howard, he lowkey thinks it’s unmanly to get, like, not a black coffee. Thus it becomes a running joke that he gets a black coffee when he’s dressed what he deems ‘regular’ or even boring, and a fancy lil cinnamon chaiccino when he’s crossdressing. Thinks my matcha is sus AF becauss it’s green and teasingly gives me shit for it, but does give my London Fog a try.

⚔️: I also don’t think Eowyn would actually be a big coffee person. She prefers tea, something calming or floral usually. I can see her getting a good jasmine tea and really loving it 🥰 she also enjoys my London Fog, too, so sometimes we share our drinks!

🍓- I LOVE A BEAR CLAW 😤 anything almond like that? HELL YEAH. Or a chocolate croissant? HELL! YEAH! My dumbass just loves pastries though fr

❤️‍🔥: All the desserts! Ok, maybe not all, but we always get two or three to split. She also likes bear claws and thinks the name is badass, so we usually get one of those and something wonderfully impractical that we have no business consuming in the morning, like a long thin bar of dulce de leche cake or a cupcake that was so cute she needed it immediately.

⚜️: Oh Louis is with me on the croissants. Except those are not chocolate croissants, apparently it’s pain au chocolat and the Americans just don’t know what tf we’re talking about. I’d be offended if he wasn’t A. right B. cute C. buying me said pain au chocolat and also exposing me to chausson aux pommes another time 😌

👽: Bro you ever had? Fuckin BABKA? Very fire. Miss Howard with those tiny little starbucks scones, his mom knows a lady. Secondary location baby. Our asses are hitting up a legit bakery. Café day with Howard and I goes hard 😤 and if anything else looks good? He gets it he’s my lil princess 😌

📒: Little fruit tarts! Or if it’s early a strawberry and peach danish. We cut them in half and split them 🥰

💅🏼: It’s a fifty-fifty what dessert we get with our drinks, typically either a traditional dessert or just, like, wonderfully shitty donuts from the closest shop in Toledo. Lebanese sweets are so boss dude. Namoura or baklava is always a good choice! As far as the donuts we’d get, I love a maple donut or an old-fashioned (which given it’s the 1950s, maybe that’s just a donut 😂) and Max usually gets a chocolate one!

⚔️: Eowyn seems like an apple strudel or bear claw girlie too! She and I are also splitters and sharers, so the one of each cut in half works perfectly.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK 🥰