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mysticalmallard · 5 months ago

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Description: after a week of pining Opie goes back to the cafe hoping to see his waitress again.

This is part 4 of my Opie and the waitress series

Word count: 1,287

Warnings: none I think normal SoA stuff

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Opie decides that he needs to stop this useless pining and just act. He knows he can't just keep standing around and waiting for something to happen. He needs to do something, anything.

He hops on his bike and heads towards the cafe, his heart beating faster with every mile. He tries to calm himself down, telling himself he's being ridiculous, but he can't shake the nervous excitement bubbling inside his gut.

He walks into the cafe, scanning the room with his eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. But she's nowhere to be seen. He feels a pang of disappointment, and a sense of foolishness for coming here like this.

He sits at a table near the counter, trying to look casual. He orders a coffee, fidgeting in his seat the whole time, trying to ignore the ache in his chest. Maybe coming here was a mistake.

Opie sits and waits, his coffee long since cold, the minutes ticking by slowly. He checks his watch, it's been over an hour since he walked in.

The disappointment and frustration start to sink in, he had really been hoping to see her again.

Finally, he can't take it any longer. He calls over the older waitress serving him.

"Hey," he says, his voice low. "I was wondering if Jessica is working today?"

The waitress looks at him, her expression sympathetic. "I'm sorry, Honey," she says softly. "But Jessica doesn't work here anymore."

Opie feels a jolt of surprise run through him. "What do you mean, she doesn't work here anymore?" he asks, his voice a little sharper than intended.

The waitress looks uncomfortable, but answers anyway. "Oh, well the owner was making some cuts and well, she was the newest so..." she trails off, looking at him apologetically.

Opie gapes at her, his eyes wide. "She got fired?" he asks, his voice a mix of shock and disbelief.

The waitress nods, looking embarrassed. "Yeah," she says quietly. "It was really sudden, and we didn't really get any notice. I guess they just couldn't afford to keep her on."

Opie feels like he's been sucker punched. He can't believe it. One minute she's working here, the next minute, she's gone.

He can't help the pang of disappointment and worry that washes over him. He wonders how she's doing now, without a job, suddenly thrown into uncertainty.

He thanks the waitress gruffly, his mind racing with questions and worries. He quickly pays his bill and walks out of the cafe, the bell above the door chiming loudly behind him.

He gets on his bike and starts it up, riding mindlessly in the direction of Teller-Morrow.

As he rides, he struggles to make sense of what he just heard. How could they just fire her like that? What on earth was she going to do now?

He tries to push these thoughts away, to focus on anything else, but they keep coming back to him. He knows he's being ridiculous, getting worked up over a girl he barely knows. But he can't help it, he's worried about her.

As he arrives at Teller-Morrow, he's still lost in thought. He leaves his bike in the lot, walking into the garage in a daze. Jax sees him and instantly knows something's up.

"What's wrong, Ope?" Jax asks, immediately noticing Opie's faraway expression.

Opie doesn't respond at first, his mind still preoccupied. Jax steps closer, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Opie shoves his hand off him. He doesn't wanna talk about it right now."Leave it, Jax," he mutters.

Jax looks at him, a mixture of concern and annoyance on his face. "What's going on, Ope? You look like someone kicked your puppy."

Opie scowls, running a hand through his hair. "It's nothing, alright? Leave it."

Jax's expression hardens, clearly not buying his bullshit. "I know when something's up with you, Ope. You can't fool me. Now, what's going on?"

Opie sighs, knowing he's not going to get out of this. He crosses his arms, refusing to meet Jax's gaze. "It's that damn waitress," he mutters.

Jax's eyebrows raise in surprise. "The new waitress from the cafe? The one you're crushing hard on?"

Opie scowls at the teasing tone in Jax's voice. "Yeah, her," he mutters. "I went to the cafe today, hoping to see her. But she wasn't there. They said she got fired."

Jax's expression softens. "She got fired? Why the hell would they do that?"

Opie shrugs "they said something about budget cuts or whatever" he mumbles.

Jax whistles, shaking his head. "Damn, that's rough. They just throw her out like that without any notice? That's cold...did you call her and see if she's doing alright?" Jax asks.

Opie looks down, feeling a pang of guilt. "I don't have her number," he mutters.

Jax looks at him incredulously. "What do you mean you don't have her number? You've been swooning over her for weeks now, how do you not have her number?"

Opie bristles at Jax's tone. "I haven't been 'swooning' over her," he mutters defensively.

Jax grins. "You have so been swooning. The way you've been pining after her, it's like watching a damn chick flick."

Opie shoots Jax a glare, but doesn't deny it. He knows he's been acting like a lovestruck teenager lately, and he hates himself for it.

Jax chuckles, clearly enjoying this. "So, what now? You're just going to keep moping around here, feeling sorry for yourself? Or are you actually going to do something about it?"

Opie looks at him confused "and what am supposed to do, huh? ride around town to maybe bump into her?" he asked a little annoyed.

"Yeah you could...or you could just go to her place? you said you dropped her off there once right?..just go and knock on the door" Jax says with a shit eating grin.

"I can't do that" he almost yells with frustration. "I only know what building she lives in I don't know what apartment" he sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.

Jax rolls his eyes. "Geez, Ope, you're making this harder than it needs to be. It's not rocket science. Just knock on a few doors until you find hers"

"And say what huh? 'Oh hey! I know we only met twice but I heard you got fired that must suck' huh?" he says in a very sarcastically waving his arm around getting more upset with every word.

Jax laughs, very much enjoying this. "That's one way to do it, but probably not the best. Might come off a little stalker-ish."

Opie shoots him another glare, but can't help but smile a little. "Thanks for those helpful tips, jackass."

Jax grins, shrugging. "Hey, I'm just trying to help you out here, man. You're the one who's all twisted up about this girl, not me."

Opie sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I know, I know. I just...I don't know what to do, Jax. I barely know this girl but I can't stop thinking about her."

Jax softens a bit, seeing his friend's conflicted expression. "Look, I get it. You like her, it's obvious. But you gotta do something about it, man. Sitting around here feeling sorry for yourself ain't gonna get you anywhere."

Bobby shouts from across the lot "Come on! Clay called for church some shit has happened"

Opie looks up as Bobby calls out, his mood instantly darkening. He groans, hating the thought of church right now.

Jax clapped him on the shoulder. "Duty calls, Ope. We can talk more about your love life later."

Opie sighs, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of the waitress. "Yeah, sure" he mutters, following after Jax as they head towards club house.

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Some people have been asking what the waitress (Jessica) looks like, so I whipped something up with an Ai image generator:

!!Ai generated image this is not a picture of a real human this woman does not exist!!

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holdmytesseract · 11 months ago

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Yay open requests! :)

Hmmm, I want to see you write a one-shot where the Reader is a travelling actor who comes to Aldwinter to perform for the town with her troupe, and Will Ransom of course becomes romantically fascinated by the reader while she's there. That's all, I'll let you determine how far it goes between them. ^_^

And if I may be selfish, maybe make the Reader a larger-sized redhead (like me) haha

Attraction

Will Ransome x fem!Reader

Summary: When a travelling actor comes to Aldwinter, Will is completely swept off his feet; hit by the arrow of love.

Warnings: mutual pining (sort of)? fluff, lil' bit of suggestive smut - blink and you'll miss it, not exactly a happy end - but there's hope! tell me if I missed something!

Word Count: 2,4k

a/n: Sorry this took me so long, friend! 🥺 I really hope you like this! It's been a while since I lastly wrote for Will, but I tried my best. 🧡

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Will's eyes roamed the quite big crowd of people, as he stepped carefully down the few steps which led to the altar. On a Sunday mass like today, the little chapel Reverend Ransome called his own, was always bustling with people. Something which made the vicar very happy. He gave friendly, confident looks left and right, as he made his way down the aisle and stopped close to the door. It was a tradition for him to personally see off his churchgoer.

After all, they were his sheep - and he was the sheepherder.

Once almost everyone had bid their goodbyes and only a few people were left, Will suddenly recognised another familiar face within the small group of people... And he was the last one to stand up from the pew.

"Dear Sir Ambrose!" Reverend Ransome called out his old friend with a smile. "What takes you to Aldwinter on this rainy Sunday? I haven’t seen you around in months!" Charles laughed and grabbed the hand of his friend; shaking it thoroughly. "Well... I had to go to Essex anyway this weekend. Business trip," he said; winking. "Therefore, I decided to go to mass in Aldwinter and visit my friend!"

"Well, I am delighted to see you, Charles." "So am I."

The two men talked for a bit. About everything and anything, until... "Charles, I know you well... This business trip and the want to visit me can't be the only reason you're here..." Charles laughed up again; clapping his friend on the shoulder. "You indeed know me well, William. These are truly not the only reasons... Let us sit down."

Will let himself guide to a pew by Ambrose, before they sat down beside each other.

"I have something you might be interested in... It concerns the children in school, here in Aldwinter." Will nodded; pricking up his ears at the word 'children'. "I am all ears, Charles."

"Our children came home from school last week - entirely excited and happy, and when my dear wife asked what was going on, they told her about how they had been visited by a wonderful lady and her troupe. They said they told them stories - bible stories, but not only through words... They dressed up and did a play! Like in a theatre! Can you imagine, Will!"

The vicar's eyes went wide in fascination, wonder and excitement. "Charles, that... That is fascinating!" The man beside him nodded. "It truly is. I soke out the lady and her troupe, of course and she would be willing to make a stop in Aldwinter, too - next week! They're heading to Essex anyway. What do you say? I thought it would be great for the children here."

Will smiled and nodded. "Yes, please do so. That would be indeed wonderful." Charles smiled. "Great! I am going to contact the dear lady then and tell her to ask for revered Will Ransome when in Aldwinter.

Aldwinter was a sweet, cosy village. You had to admit that. Sure, it could be cold and rainy - like you heard, but summers here were wonderful.

The warm sun was shining on your face, as you walked together with your troupe towards the tavern Sir Ambrose told you to go and where you could stay during your time in Aldwinter. With curious eyes, you looked around. You had never been here before. You never were long at the same place, after all. As a travelling player, you were one day here and the next day miles away - but you wouldn't want it any other way. It was the life you chose and loved with all your heart.

After the kind woman described the way, you walked the short distance to the church; hoping that you took the right paths. You did. Seeing the elderly, but beautifully crafted building, you smiled and tuck a strand of loose red hair nervously out of your face and cautiously stepped through the wooden doors. There was no one to be seen.

Once you reached said tavern, you told your fellow companions to go and settle, while you would meet the contact person Ambrose arranged for you.

"Excuse me?" You approached the lady in a dress and apron, as she cleaned up some tables in said tavern. At your words, she looked up to face you. "Yes?" You gave her a gentle smile. "I'm looking for reverend Ransome... Do you know where I can find him?" "Sure, miss. You'll most likely find him in the church at this time of the day." "And how do I get to the church? Apologies, I've never been in Aldwinter before." "Oh that's not a problem, miss." The lady smiled and put her rag away; wiping her hands on her apron. "The church is not difficult to find..."

"Apologies, Miss. I was up the stairs; sorting some things. I didn't hear you right away."

"Hello?" You called out; walking down the aisle. "Mr. Ransome?"

Just when you were about to call out again, you heard some rustling coming from another room; probably the backroom and only mere seconds later there were steps. They grew louder and louder, until they revealed the man you had been searching for - or well, told to go to...

... and you had expected a lot, but certainly not that.

Reverend William Ransome sounded to you like you were going to be face to face with an elderly, friendly man with glasses; perhaps in his fifties. You were wrong... Oh so wrong...

You swallowed; were taken aback by the man's beauty. You had never seen a more stunning man than him - and you had seen a lot as an travelling actor...

In front of you stood a tall man in his late thirties, probably early forties. Longer, blonde-brown curls framed his face, which seemed to be carved out of marble. High cheekbones, a sharp jawline, stunning blue eyes and perfectly shaped lips and nose. The beard covering his cheeks, chin and upper lip suited him without a doubt.

Will wore brown cord trousers which were attached to brown braces. Underneath those, was a puffy white shirt covering his upper body - but not entirely. Two buttons were undone; displaying a little bit of his chest and the fine, dark hairs which grew there.

"You must be the famous Miss Y/L/N." Will smiled and stretched out his hand. "Will Ransome. I'm the vicar of this cosy, little town." Still a bit stunned you placed your hand in his. Will brought it up to his lips; bestowing a small kiss upon your knuckles. His lips were so soft and gentle, you almost melted on the spot. His beard tickled your skin; leaving a burning sensation behind - in the best way possible.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Reverend." You smiled; trying to not lose your composure. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N, indeed." The vicar smiled back at you; blue eyes sparkling. "The pleasure is mine."

Will offered you to sit inside his little office, so you could talk about the performance and when you and your fellow companions were ready to perform. You noticed that you got along very well with the man sitting opposite of you. Clearly, you were sharing a great chemistry. He was the sweetest, kindest and most polite man you ever met - and he seemed so enamoured with what you were doing for a living.

A date for the play was quickly settled... Tomorrow morning, as soon as the children finished school.

Will watched your every move; completely fascinated and enthralled. He hung on your every word.

Sure, he was watching all of the fantastic players; performing the story of Moses, but you... You were so special. Whenever you spoke, Will's eyes seemed to light up and he couldn't help the smile on his face.

The vicar didn't know what exactly it was that got him so hooked, but he couldn't deny it...

Was it your talent? Your passion? Your beautiful, kind and determined character? Was it your beauty itself? Perhaps all of it?

Will couldn't point it out.

"I-I wanted to-" Will had to clear his throat. "I wanted to ask, if you'd be interested in a little sightseeing tour through Aldwinter tomorrow?" He gave you a nervous smile. "That is very kind of you, Will, but... We actually don't stay longer than a few days at one place, so..." Will nodded. "I-I understand. But please... Just one more day. I'd like to give something in return for your wonderful work." You bit your lip; weighing your options, but then sighed.

After the show ended and all of the children had left with their parents and Will had bid them goodbye, he cautiously approached the woman he couldn't get off his mind again.

"Miss Y/N?"

His deep, yet smooth voice urged to your ears; causing you to smile as you packed your utensils together. "Yes, Mr. Ransome?" The vicar lifted a hand; "Please... Call me Will." smiling as well. "Will," you repeated - and caused Will's heart to speed up. Hearing you roll off his name from your tongue did something to the man of god.

"Alright. One more day."

The vicar smiled, "Thank you." and helped you to pack your troupes things together.

You watched him help Gabriel - one of your colleagues and couldn't help but smile. You've never met a kinder man in your life and you had to admit that you could not wait to spend the day with him tomorrow, but... Was it really a good idea?

While you spent the next day in Aldwinter, the others decided to go to Essex. Aldwinter was too boring for them - something you absolutely didn't agree with. Yes, the weather was moody and often not the best, but nevertheless was it a beautiful, cosy, little town. You liked it - and especially the vicar who lived there.

I could get used to this, you caught yourself thinking; immediately slapping yourself across the cheek - in your head.

You met Will rather late in the morning after breakfast. He had a few things to do - duties to follow as the people's reverend; therefore it was almost lunch time when he stood in front of your room at the tavern.

He showed you around - like promised. The beach. The sometimes quite scary and dangerous marshes. The beautiful forests and of course the town itself. Will introduced you to a few important people and in closing of the day, he invited you over to his little house for dinner.

You were completely amazed and excited about the fact that Will was an excellent cook. The Shepherd's Pie he cooked was delicious, and you dared to say like no other than you've eaten before.

His smile even widened.

Later that evening - it was already dark outside, you were seated beside him on his little sofa; a glass of wine in both his and your hands.

"Thank you for showing me your home, Will. Aldwinter is beautiful." You smiled and took a sip of your wine. The man reciprocated your smile; gave you a dazzling one of his own. "I'm delighted to hear that, Miss-" Y/N..." You interrupted him. "Call me Y/N."

"Y/N..." You nodded. "I really enjoyed it. The time we spent together." Perhaps was the alcohol you had consumed making you a little bold. "You are a very kind man, Will." He blushed, "Thank you, I... I am flattered." and inched closer to you. "And you are the most beautiful and talented woman I have ever met."

You blinked; were almost blushing, too. "Mr. Ransome are you... Are you trying to woo me?" A small, kind of nervous chuckle left the vicar's lips. "Perhaps."

You shook your head; drinking from the wine again. "But we hardly know each other..." "I-I know, but..." He swallowed. "You fascinate me, Y/N. You attracted my attention like no woman did before, I... I feel as if an invisible rope is pulling me to you. A higher power, which keeps on shoving me into your direction. I-I just... I can't help it. I feel myself utterly attracted to you."

Once again you started to shake your head, "Will... Stop it, please..." and sighed. "We can't give into this. I'm going to leave tomorrow and we'll probably never see each other again."

"Please..." The man beside you begged then; seeing how you struggled. Will wasn't a man who took advantage of this situation, but he felt how torn you were. How you actually wanted this and was just held back by the 'What if...'.

"We?" It was everything the vicar was focused on. "We can't give into this?"

You realised the mistake you made way too late.

"Does that mean you feel the same?" Will's heart sped up after those words left his lips. Words filled with hope.

"I-I-I..." You didn't know what to say. It was true, but you forbid your body to feel it; knowing exactly that it would only lead to pain.

He inched even closer, until your thigh almost touched his.

"Just one kiss..." The reverend whispered and before you could do or say something, your lips melted against his. Will sighed in the kiss; hands landing on your waist.

"Tell me to stop and I will." He said in a gentle voice, while he pulled you onto his lap.

You let it happen.

Just one kiss turned into two - and two turned into way much more, until-

Will closed his eyes for a moment. It wasn't a nightmare... Far from it...

Will ripped his eyes open, only to find himself breathing quick and heavy. Sweat pooled on his chest; coating the fine hairs growing there. His puffy night shirt was totally dishevelled - just like his hair.

The vicar sat up in bed. As he moved, he felt the tightness of his underwear and the straining arousal inside.

He had dreamed of her again. Y/N. The beautiful woman with flaming red hair and stunning Y/E/C. The woman who had fascinated him like no other, when she visited Aldwinter a few months back to perform a play with her troupe. The woman which whom he had spent a wonderful night with - and who had left him to live her dream and travel around the world as a player; leaving only a letter and her shawl behind.

Will smiled; remembering the words written on the piece of paper.

One day, l promise I'll come back to you - if you are willing to wait for me.

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year ago

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I really love your head cannons and stories of the guys from COD! Would it be possible to get Task Force+König x reader, on how they would go about flirting/courting us for the first time? With your preference on if reader is a medic, civilian, or soldier c:

Image/Header Source: Pexels

Pairing: 141/König x F!Reader Category: Fluff (w/ some angst) Warnings: Descriptions of Trust Issues, Mentions of Sex (nothing explicit) Word Count: 2.2k+

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for your sweet request. The reader's occupation varies between each man since I loved all three ideas of civilian/medic/soldier reader. I hope you enjoy! 🫶

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Rizz Master™️ (sorry not sorry)

He seems like a player, but he’s always, always respectful.

Johnny’s usually the one who initiates things. He’s also more of a playful flirt to the point that most people don’t take him seriously.

And I’m talking a habitual, relentless flirt. It’s just his personality and he does it sometimes without meaning to. (He accidentally lead a lot of people on without even realizing it).

But when he wants to get serious, he goes all in (this man can work a whole room if he wanted to I swear).

He met you when you started working as a bartender at a pub he frequented.

Both of you shared banter each time he’d come in (usually with a pretty little thing on his arm who’d question why he even brought them). It became so infamous that other frequent patrons would roll their eyes or shake their heads whenever he’d stop by for a drink.

He left his number on a napkin one time, which lead to the two of you starting to text (the banter continues).

I think his ultimately playful flirting is him testing the waters for some people to see if the chemistry works between the two of you before he gets serious.

You smiled and tossed the rag over your shoulder as one of the frequents to the pub, Johnny, strolled up the counter.

"Here comes trouble," one of the other patrons muttered before downing his drink.

“The usual for tonight, MacTavish?” you asked. He nodded as he gave you a smile, his sapphire eyes sparkling beneath the dim lighting of the pub.

“You know me well, my dear,” he said as he slid onto one of the bar stools. You returned his grin as you filled up a pint for him. You glanced over his shoulder, your cheeks heating up a little as you saw his muscular arms flex a little beneath black tank top. You shook your head and cleared your throat before handing him his drink.

“Thank you, Dolly,” he winked before taking a sip. You nodded before glancing around.

“No bird with you tonight, Johnny?” you asked with a raised brow as you dried one of the glasses. The man chuckled and shook his head.

“Nah…don’t need one when I have a perfect Bonnie right in front of me,” he suddenly uttered. You huffed out some laughter.

“Good one, Johnny,” you snickered as you put the glass away. Your face fell a bit when you turned and saw him wearing a more serious expression. He leaned forward a bit.

“How’s about I take ye out to dinner this weekend?” he asked with a warm smile.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Side note: Sam Roukin (Ghost’s VA) said that Ghost doesn’t date…so of course I have to incorporate it into this!

To say Simon has a lot of trust issues would be an understatement.

He definitely lingers in the pining stage for longer than most.

Flirting for sex is relatively easy for him, since he knows there's no real emotional attachment. It's quick and simple with little threat to emotional security.

Of course, that all crumbled when he met you, a new recruit to 141.

He swore his heart stopped when you walked into the room, your face littered with a few scars yet still resoundingly beautiful.

The way he felt scared him. Sure, he’s felt this kind of attraction before…but the unknowns of what life would look like with the two of you being involved made his heart sink and flutter all at once.

Simon would act professional at first, trying his best to not get too emotionally invested (“The two of us could die at any time, why even bother?” he’d tell himself).

He’d go all quiet when you started flirting with him, starting my with small jokes and quips until eventually he relented and joined in.

The more the two of you talked, the more relaxed he became. He’s still rather reserved when it comes to flirting (aside from the frequent dad jokes), but his feelings for you are so evident that not even his skull balaclava can hide it.

(He gets some advice from Johnny, wink wink).

You were making your bed in your quarters when you heard a knock on your door. You paused your music before walking over and turning the knob. You blinked when you saw Ghost standing in front of you with his hands behind his back, his dark eyes peering at you through his skull balaclava.

“What’s up, Lt?” you asked. He shuffled in place before clearing his throat.

“Well, I was just out for a walk and…got you these,” his voice drops a few octaves as he pulls his hands out from behind his back. The tips of your ears grew warm as he held a small bouquet of flowers out to you. “Simon Riley…are you asking me out on a date?” you asked as you crossed your arms. More chuckling was heard, causing the lieutenant to shoot a glare down the hall. He “coughed” into his hand.

“Yeah, you could say that,” he said, the stems of the flowers ready to snap in his deadly grip. You chuckled as you took the flowers before reaching up on your tiptoes. His eyes widened as you pressed a small peck to the side of his mask.

"I'd love to," you grinned. John Price

I’d say flirting with him looks more like two people having a conversation.

John’s had a few relationships in the past, though they’ve always fallen off due to his dedication to work.

Each one has left him more cynical than the last, his hope for finding someone who’d stay by his side dwindling little by little until he gave up completely.

And then, when he was out grocery shopping, he happened to come across a gorgeous cashier.

He gave you a warm smile as the two of you had some small talk, exchanging subtle glances as you checked out his items.

John noticed the lack of a wedding ring on your finger, though he quickly brushed the detail away as he thank you for your time and went on his way.

He hasn’t stopped thinking about you since then and would make “emergency” stops at the store on the days you would work. He didn’t care if he had to wait in line, he just wanted to see you again...

Your eyes lit up as John came up to you, giving you his typical, warm smile.

"Evenin' Miss (Y/N)," he said as he placed a small pack of toilet paper, bread, and eggs placed on the conveyor belt.

"Good to see you again, John," you smiled as you checked out the items. You noticed him shifting side to side, his eyes glancing up and down as you bagged his items.

"You gonna watch the game tonight?" you asked him. He nodded.

"Yeah," he replied, his body stiffening a little as he scratched his beard. You smiled as you rang him up.

“What about you, hun?" he asked. The tips of your ears burned as your throat tightened at the nickname. John’s eyes were wide as dinner plates as his lips fell into a straight line. He cleared his throat as he took the bag from you.

“Thank you,” he smiled.

"Of course. Have a good night," you grinned. John nodded, his feet still planted to the floor as he cleared his throat.

“When does your shift end?” he suddenly asked. The customer behind him scoffed and tapped their foot. You blinked before a sheepish smile crossed your face.

“In about fifteen minutes,” you replied. “Why?” you asked before biting your lip. John’s face softened as he grinned.

“Care to join me for a quick drink afterwards?” he asked. You parted your lips as the customer crossed their arms. You smiled.

“Meet me outside the doors in a bit,” you whispered. The hardened shell around his heart began to crack.

“Will do, love,” he replied with a warm smile.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

I can see him being a playful flirt as well, though he’s still a bit more reserved.

Like he knows how to pick up women and has had a few flings here and there, though nothing too serious.

Relationships honestly weren't at the forefront of his mind...until you were assigned as the medic for 141 (nicknamed Nightingale, though he’d always call you “Nighty”).

He still remembers the first time you patched him up after a mission where he nearly bit the dust. His feelings for you have only grown since then.

Absolutely smitten, that lad is. (Sometimes he’d even pretend to feel sick just so he could be around you!).

Kyle’s noticeably a lot more excitable and talkative with you compared to the rest of the team. He honestly can’t hide how he feels about you...and it’s adorable.

"Good to see you again, Garrick," you grinned as you opened the door to your office. Kyle reflected your smile before stepping inside and taking off his cap. You closed the door behind him as he sat on the examination table across from you. "So, what brings you in today?" you asked as you clicked your pen. Kyle rubbed the back of his head.

"I've been feeling kind of feverish for the past few days," he said. You glanced up and pursed your lips.

"That so?" you asked as you pulled out a thermometer. He nodded as he leaned his hands against the edge of the table. "Funny, you said the same thing last week," you added as you stuck the instrument against his forehead. His eyes widened as he parted his lips.

"Well, it's a very persistent one," he shrugged. You raised a brow as you looked at his temperature.

"Mhm," you clicked your tongue. "You know if you wanted to ask me out, you didn't have to be on death's doorstep," you giggled. Kyle's breath audibly hitched as you rested your hands on your hips.

"Alright, you've got me," he sighed. You chuckled and shook your head as you put the thermometer away.

"So...are you free this Friday ?" he asked.

König

I see him being the most reserved out of all of these men.

Don’t get me wrong, he knows how to talk to women, it’s just that his quiet nature/intimidating stature tends to scare people off.

So when you came with him on a KorTac mission, he was instantly shocked when you came up and started talking to him.

Did a little head shake/double take before engaging in the conversation.

You know how onions have layers? So does König. He’s rather blunt but still polite while you’re getting acquainted, but he slowly starts to soften his voice a little the more you talk.

Takes a while to peel back the layers one by one, but (like Ghost) the more you get to know him, the more comfortable he becomes around you.

I can see him giving gifts as his love language. Since he doesn’t prefer to talk that much, he’ll leave small hand-written cards if you were on base or bring you candy if he went on a separate mission.

I just picture him being like a big cat: leaves small gifts, quiet yet also affectionate.

All in all it takes a while before he finally asks you out, but when he does, he makes it count.

“Where are you taking me, Colonel?” you asked as you walked through the bustling streets of the city. You were on a mission in König’s home country, making him eager to take you to a “pit stop” on your way to the safe house.

“You’ll see soon enough, Hase,” he replied [Bunny]. He wasn’t wearing his mask, his ginger hair blowing in the wind as he looked forward. The scar across the bridge of his nose wrinkled as he sniffed the air. You sniffed as well, the smell of fresh chocolate filling your nose. Your eyes widened as you approached a shop nearby. The corners of König’s icy blue eyes crinkled as he held the door open for you, a gust of warm, sweet air falling over you.

“After you,” he motioned inside. You beamed up at him before stepping inside, your eyes widening at the sight of rows and rows of chocolate.

“Guten tag!” one of the workers, a young brunette woman, chirped behind the counter [Good afternoon!]. Their expression shifted a little as König stepped up behind you. He said something in German, prompting her to scurry and grab a box. You spun around a few times, causing a deep chuckle to rise from his chest.

“I know you said you enjoyed the chocolates I always bring you…so I figured why not stop at one of the best in the world?” he said. He gasped when you wrapped your arms around his torso, your face nuzzling into his side.

“Thank you,” you smiled. König nodded before patting your side, his mind and heart overwhelmed with the sudden affection. The worker returned with a box full of chocolate before she gave a small “aww”.

“So ein süßes Paar!” she beamed [Such a sweet couple!]. König cleared his throat as you pulled back.

“What did she say?” you asked. He remained stiff as he paid for the sweets and handed you the box.

“Nothing important,” he replied…though deep inside, he hoped that someday it would be true.

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aziraphales-library · 6 months ago

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Hi, first off, thank you for this blog, I've read so many brilliant recommendations from here. You folks have been my go-to for Good Omens fics for a good month now, and I must have spent hundreds of hours in that time reading based on this blog.

If it's possible, could I also ask if you know a fic I read a while ago but can't find again? It's quite long, maybe 20 chapters or so, and it goes through history with the ineffable husbands. The one thing I really remember is that the watchers are involved. Crowley and Aziraphale meet one of them on the wall, and the watcher warns Aziraphale about Crowley. We then see the watcher fallen, with a peacock aspect, chained under a mountain for the whole nephilim business, reading reports that Dagon brings. Crowley goes to the fallen watcher at various times to moan about his longing for Aziraphale. It's been driving me bonkers not being able to find it, so I'm hoping you may have better luck (or rather, better skills)!

2/2: Ahoy awesome archivists! Could I please cancel my request for a lost fic? I found my white whale! It was https://archiveofourown.org/works/22457749

Thank you for coming back to let us know you found it! Your asks were months apart, but your username stuck in my memory so I could match them up!...

Where the Mountains Meet the Heavens by KannaOphelia (E)

"I don't want to let go of you. Never again." "Crowley," Aziraphale breathed, and for one heady, impossible moment Crowley thought the miracle would be even bigger than he thought, that the embrace and the my darling would be followed with a kiss, because Aziraphale's gaze was on his mouth and there was a heat to it, as if it was tinged with desire as well as tenderness. **** 6,000 years of pining. Collaboration with the amazing Tamsly and lonicera_caprifolium as artists for the 2020 Good Omens Big Bang.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #through the ages #slow butn #6000 years of pining #mutual pining #mod d #adult omens

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skubean · 2 years ago

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just wanted to let you know your post does shows up in the tags, congrats on the blog opening!!🎉🎉 also. since you specifically mentioned Bettel, how about some headcanons of what he would like to do for a first date?👀

thank you anon, much love!! and i'm glad i'm showing up T.T <3 also, thank you for the request!!! aaaaa i'm so happy and this is a really good idea :o hope you liked it and lmk what you think!

first date with gavis bettel! with gender neutral reader (hcs)

warnings: gender neutral reader, fluff with some crack, slight cursing, probably just two people being silly, mentions of reader having long/hair that can be tied.

bettel strikes me as the type of guy who would act all cool but is secretly panicking on the inside when he hears you agreeing to go on a date with him. *you don't tell him but you could practically see the gears in his head turning*

he's been secretly pining for you for weeks and finally mustered up the courage to ask you out.

he's either 1) planned everything + back up plans in case plan a goes astray, or 2) decides to stick with one idea and lets fate decide what happens afterwards.

i lied, he's definitely #2.

overheard you telling your friends that you haven't been to a theme park for years, so he decides "theme park date it is!" *booked tickets as soon as he got home*

when the day finally came, bettel would have his hair done (slickback probably, like the valentine art holy shit) and would personally come and pick you up, because he's a gentleman like that.

silly but he definitely is the type that would be so cautious while driving that everytime you pass a speed bump, he would mutter small sorry(s) and try to go as slow as he could, so that you wouldn't be surprised by the sudden bump.

oh, he would also not tell you where your date would be until you saw the huge ass ferris wheel and literally flashed the brightest smile he had ever seen. (he tisker-ed)

(more under the cut!)

i imagine bettel to be really gentle with you at first because he doesn't wanna come off as rude or like pushy but gradually gets more used to being around you that his silly banters and stupid jokes come out naturally, just the way you've always liked.

some rides were fun and not too scary for the both of you, so you both got a little competitive to see who could handle the most rides.

obviously, it doesn't end well when the both of you go on a drop tower ride (reference) and the moment it plunges from a height, the both of you scream at the top of your lungs (i think bettel might've passed out midway but we'll act like it didn't happen).

roller coaster rides are both fun and scary for you that you unconsciously ended up gripping his hands as the ride starts swaying around. his heart started beating faster but his protective instinct also went crazy and decided that he would act all cool and not scream on the rides (he still did).

if you're not a fan of high rides, he'd bring you to go on rides that were less chaotic and more chilling, like the teacups or try vr!

you both had so much fun that you didn't notice the sky getting darker, signaling that it was nearing night. you could feel your heart panging at the thought of the fun day ending already.

"here, come on. i wanted to show you this", bettel would say as he puts your hand in his and brings you to the big ferris wheel the both of you saw by the entrance.

he's the type to go in first, so that he could hold your hand when you get in and have you seated in front of him.

once you both reached the top, bettel points towards the outside and you could see the whole entire park all in display. you were practically glowing in front of him and bettel swears he fell more in love with you.

while you were so focused on the view, you hear bettel clear his throat before he shifts himself so he's sitting next to you and is pushing your hair aside so as to tie it (because he noticed how you kept pushing it since you were sweating earlier).

you both pretty much sit in silence for the whole ride until you clapped your hands. "ah okay! i can't take this anymore!", you said and looked at bettel as you tell him you've liked him for so long and that you could literally pass out right now from happiness (all while your face burns from embarrassment)

bettel laughs and touches his forehead to yours before whispering, "damn, i was gonna be the first to say it but you beat me to it. can i....can i kiss you?". you nod as he leans in closer.

he's sweet, soft and tastes like apples. the both of you a blushing mess when the worker opens the door, signaling that it's time to get out.

long story short, he's glad he decided to bring you to the theme park because he saw so many sides of you he's never seen, not to mention how soft your lips were to him that he just, could not stop thinking abt them.

the date might have been cliché, but bettel made sure not to end the date without officially asking if he could be yours. not if you could be his, but for him to be yours.

once you got back home, you finally noticed how terrible he tied your hair, with it leaning to one side more, and just strands of hair everywhere. but you appreciate the effort.

"you're silly. thank you for the horrible hairstyle <3" bettel is probably kicking the sheets, giggling at your text rn.

a/n: okay phew! sorry, this ended up being slightly longer than i expected skskkssk i decided to write a theme park based first date bcs i imagine bettel to be someone who prefers fun dates like this compared to like dinner dates idk SHAHHSAKSH anyways, sorry for any errors and hope you liked this ! <3 beanz.

#i love bettel so much he's just so adorable #also his forehead in the valentine art goddamn #gavis bettel #gavis bettel x reader #holotempus x reader #holostars x reader #holotempus #holostars

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breadtheft1796 · 1 year ago

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‘lo!! just wondering if u have any gomens fic recs,, if its alright to ask for some ofc >_> love yr blog <3

aww, thank you so much! <3 and i do. be mindful of the tags on some. i've put them in order of rating. happy reading!

ask, and ye shall receive by ariaste (g, <1k) canon compliant, crowley's 'oh...' moment, short and sweet (and the first go fic i ever read)

from eden ('til armageddon) by ikarakie (g, 3k) post-s1 canon compliant, crowley's journal ends up in a museum, lots of pining and very sweet

8,003 new messages by sazzylj (g, 6k) post-s2 canon compliant set after az goes to heaven, az opens 6000 years of backdated prayers, very tender

four cups of wine by borealowl (g, 56k) post-s1 canon compliant, az and crowley befriend two jewish lesbians and get invited to their holiday celebrations, a ridiculously lovely read

you're gone and heaven cries by imagined (t, 15k) s1 canon compliant set during ww1, az joins the war as a nurse, very angsty, another all time favourite

resurgam by holrose (t, 13k) human au set in ww2, their relationship develops over time, very tender with a touch of angst

the capacity of you by leilakalomi (t, 7k) canon-divergent throughout history, az can feel and take on crowley's pain, hurt/comfort

what about hope? by appleseeds (m, 27k) modern day persuasion au based between 1989 and 2009, very nostalgic for me as a working-class brit and one of my all time favourite go fics

rattle those pots & pans by mackaley (m, 33k) clue (1985)/cluedo murder mystery au, very funny and well structured ft. multiple endings

moonlight serenade (extended) by tawnyowl95 (e, 26k) also a human au set during ww2, crowley waits for az to come home, heavy angst but beautiful

ineffable affairs by tawnyowl95 (e, 3k) part-human au, demon crowley and human az have an arrangement, angsty and bittersweet and the writing is gorgeous

metheglin by nightbloomingcereus (e, 7k) canon compliant set during 537ad in wessex, pining while sleeping together

i'm also going to be cheeky and rec one of my own:

echo & the bunnymen ft. vivaldi (m, 3k) canon compliant, 1980s flirting and unresolved sexual tension

#good omens #good omens fic rec #a/c #brioche notes

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years ago

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REBEL SUNS - CHAPTER FOUR

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summary: cassian lets his emotions get the better of him.

word count: 5.7k

warnings: MY BLOG IS 18+, MINORS DNI, *SPOILERS FOR ANDOR*, a bit of a political moment, mutual pining, oral (f receiving), some angsty conversation, these two really need to get their shit together…

a/n: the brain rot is still real but I’m committed and need to get this out there. still trying to stick to the dates I picked but I make zero promises 🫠

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The next afternoon finds you back on the Fondor.

Once you’d roused again, after you’d slept most of the morning away wrapped in Cassian’s arms, you’d — very reluctantly — gotten out of bed. Cassian had disappeared for a few hours, returned with large cups of caf, pastries that had your mouth watering with their scent alone, and a new shirt to replace your tattered one, a new coat as well.

It wasn’t awkward, between you, but there was a shift, a noticeable one. He was more liberal with his touches, brushing past you as you cleaned up, lingering over your shoulder when you signalled Luthen using his commlink, offering you a piece of his pastry, his fingers skimming your lips when you accepted it. He sits you on the counter in the fresher as he redresses your wounds, fits himself between your knees, lets his hands linger on your legs.

It feels simple; it feels easy.

You know it’s not.

Luthen lands the Fondor nearby, another team dropped in on the opposite side of Republic City to recover the U-Wing you’d flown in on. You head out the back door of the inn, disappearing down the streets, Cassian’s hand pressed firmly to your lower back.

He doesn’t distance himself even slightly as you board the ship, Luthen standing in the hull, eyes narrowed at the two of you. The old man’s intense gaze makes Cassian drop his hand, but you can’t bring yourself to step out of the warmth he radiates. Not yet.

Luthen’s jaw goes tight as Cassian takes your (new) coat from you. “This isn’t going to be a problem,” he says, looking between the two of you, waving a hand, “is it?”

“What are you talking about?” Cassian says, giving a light laugh.

At the same time, you say, “Is what going to be a problem?”

He rolls his eyes, arms crossing over his chest. “Tell me what happened back there.”

Recounting the story hurts. Cassian does most of the talking, but he wasn’t in that room. He doesn’t know what Jaar said to you, the words he’d beaten into you. Thief. Swindler. Bitch. Unkinder words still, coupled with sharp weapons and heavy fists. Luthen asks if Jaar gave you anything on your brother, just as Cassian had, and you find yourself tongue-tied, unable to recount the truth a second time.

Cassian reaches across the seat separating you, curling his fingers around yours. “He’s dead,” he tells Luthen, his voice firm. “That’s it.”

Your heart leaps in your chest at his unflinching gaze, the bit of rebellion against the only true authority you have these days. Luthen casts you both long looks, some unwritten emotion dancing across his features before it disappears completely, replaced with the leader you know, all business once more.

“We’re headed to Naboo,” he tells you. “There’s a job to be had, an Imperial gala, and you each have a role to play. It appears our dear Chandrilan Senator has finally pulled through.”

“A job?” Cassian asks, shock in his voice. He squeezes your hand. “Now? Did you not hear what I just said? She needs rest, Luthen. We can’t keep going like—”

“What other choice is there, Cassian?” Luthen snaps, and the venom in his voice makes you flinch. “Wait for the next opportunity? Hope it comes around again? No. We strike when we can, we take what we need.” His eyes flick to you, and you’re hesitant to meet them, but you do. “We do what we must.”

You try to meet that harsh stare in kind, try to summon what little strength you have left. You’re tired. Despite the bacta and the med-nog and the way Cassian had made you see stars in a way you’ve never done before, your body aches. Your heart aches. Tears force themselves along your lashes, and Cassian’s hand feels like the only thing holding you tethered to the ground, stopping you from floating off into space. Luthen just stares, and you stare back.

We do what we must.

“The coordinates are already programmed,” Luthen declares, eyes only leaving yours to look pointedly at Cassian. “Start the takeoff sequence.”

Cassian hesitates, fingers twitching against yours. “We—”

“Now,” Luthen spits, the volume in his voice climbing, and with a clenched jaw, Cassian release your hand, gets to his feet, and disappears towards the cockpit. As soon as the tell-tale whoosh of the door echoes through the hull, the old man turns back to you. “You told me no attachments,” he says, and a sigh works its way out of your throat. “When I found you on Tatooine, when I hired you, you swore to me. No attachments, save for your family. But besides that. Just the job. The Rebellion.”

“It’s not like I planned this, Luthen,” you bite out, half a mind to get to your feet and snap in his face, but you’re just so tired. “Any of this.”

He opens his mouth to say something more, but then stops. Pauses. Paces back and forth in front of you twice before stopping again. The Fondor’s engine rumbles, the steel beneath your feet humming with power. “There’s intel, on Naboo. A way back into the trade routes, undetected by the Empire. We need this.”

You lean forward, elbows pressed to your knees, hands holding your head up. “What do I need to do?”

“Mon Mothma got us the invitations; you’ll pose as a senator from Alderaan, Cassian as your guard. You need to get close to this man,” he produces a holo-pad from his pocket, a man’s face on the display, “Valoran Cardas. Find out what he knows, take whatever information you can get.”

Valoran Cardas, the screen reads. Imperial Army Colonel. Dark hair, light eyes, a smile you could only describe as slimy. Instantly, you don’t like him, and your gut rolls at Luthen’s orders: get close to this man. Your brow furrows, and you rub your fingers across it, trying to relieve the pressure building in your skull.

“Are you good for this?” Luthen asks after you’ve been quiet a good minute.

“I’m fine, Luthen,” you reply, still rubbing at your forehead.

“I didn’t ask if you were fine,” he says, more venom rising to the surface. “Can you do this?”

Your hand drops, head lifting as you look at him, incredulous. You’ve known him to be straight to the point, but this is something else. “Yes, I can do this.”

Without another word, he turns and stalks towards the cockpit. Cassian appears a moment later, brow furrowed harder than your own. “Hey,” he calls, face softening when he comes to stand in front of you. He hooks two fingers beneath your chin, tilts your face up to look at him. Your eyes flutter when he brushes a strand of hair from your forehead, his fingers warm against your skin. “You’re all right?”

You nod as his hand moves from beneath your chin to cup your cheek. You can’t stop yourself from leaning into his touch. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

You sleep the entire flight to Naboo. Cassian can’t bring himself to move from the seat beside you, your linked hands resting on your thigh, your head lolled onto his shoulder. He lets himself drift a little, pressing his mouth to your hair, eyes dropping shut. There are no dreams to greet him.

You haven’t so much as twitched when he rouses again, and he’s grateful. He knows you need the rest; sleeping the morning away back on Hosnian Prime couldn’t make up for the hell you’d been through the last few days.

But the memory of your hurried coupling in the fresher rises to the surface of his mind, and his eyes drop shut again. His pants feel a little tighter, but he can’t say he minds, your hushed voice echoing through his head.

I just wanna feel good, Cass.

Cass. People have used the nickname in the past, most of his friends and family back on Ferrix, but he doesn’t think it has ever sounded as good as it does rolling off your tongue. The memory sits heavy in his chest, his fingers itching to touch you, to hear you make those sounds again, to hear you say his name like that again. He settles for the hand wrapped in his, trails his thumb along the bandages covering your knuckles over and over again.

The Fondor jolts slightly as it drops out of hyperspace, the robotic voice of the droid mod announcing the orbit and landing sequences. Luthen appears a moment later, that same dark look in his eye that Cassian had seen before, when he chewed you out over this…whatever this is that’s blooming between you two. The Fondor’s walls are thin, and the cockpit door did little to muffle your voices. “Wake her,” Luthen says, and heads for one of the compartments near the fresher, pulls out bundles of fabric, pairs of shoes. “You both need to change.”

Without another word, he disappears, leaving the clothing on one of the crates tucked against the ship wall. The cockpit door hisses shut, and Cassian peels his fingers from yours. You mumble at the loss, head bobbing, knocking him softly in the chin.

“Hey,” he murmurs, reaching for your shoulder, jostling you slightly. “Time to wake up.”

You groan, tilting your head back and fitting it into the curve of his neck. The movement makes him turn his head, his nose skirting your forehead. lips ghosting over the space between your brows. “Five more minutes.”

Cassian huffs a laugh, stretching back until he can fit his arm around you. You move more willingly now, cuddling into his chest, scooting across the seat to be closer to him. “Five more minutes and Luthen will come out here and dress you himself.”

That makes your eyes shoot open, brow wrinkling and your lip curling. “I was having a good dream,” you mumble, reaching up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Tell me,” he says, dropping his voice slightly. You lift your head, craning your neck back slightly so you can see him fully. “What did you dream about, Rebel?”

The disgust on your face melts into a smile that warms his chest. He rubs his palm over your shoulder, feels your fingers curl around his hip when you sling your arm around his waist. “I dreamt about you,” you say, and for a moment, he considers it. Leaning forward, closing the distance between you, feeling those plush lips of yours with his own. But he knows if he does, he won’t be able to stop.

He sees your eyes dart down to his mouth, rove over his face before they meet his again. Your lips part, and he doesn’t miss the way your head inclines slightly, but before you can move any further, Luthen’s voice rings out clear through the ship’s comm system.

“Dressed,” he shouts, “now.”

“Senator!”

You have to school your face into recognition, offering Mon Mothma a brilliant smile as she approaches you, a drink in her hand, arms stretched wide to embrace you. The reaction is forced, having only met the Chandrilan Senator all of ten minutes before you were being shuffled into a transport that would take you from the hotels to the palace where the gala was being held.

“Well done,” she murmurs to you, and the fabric at your throat feels impossibly tight as she puts a thin arm around you, squeezing you lightly. “How was the journey?”

“Perfect,” you reply, slipping your arm through hers when she takes a step back. You take the drink that’s offered to you by one of the attendants, and from the corner of your eye, you see Cassian fall into step behind you as Mon leads you deeper into the large ballroom. “I’ve been meaning to come back to Naboo for some time now, it’s nice to have a reason.”

It’s not entirely a lie. Your family lived on Naboo, for a time. Long before the galaxy lived under the Empire’s thumb, before the Jedi had been wiped away. You’d always meant to come back, visit the home you’d once lived in.

“Will you stay long?” Mon asks, her voice just a touch louder, an easy smile on her face.

“Only the night, I’m afraid,” you reply, matching her grin. “We’re expected back to Alderaan for the Princess’s birthday.”

Mon nods, and you both sip your drinks. There’s not enough Corellian whiskey in the galaxy to make you comfortable, but the glass of sweet wine in your hand is a start. The dress is too tight, but the options were limited, as Luthen put it, and you couldn’t stomach another argument with the old man. The entire idea already made you nervous enough, having to get yourself close to an Imperial Colonel.

And then there’s Cassian, trailing you through the room, eyes glued to your back. On the transport, hidden in the back of the ship, he’d put his hand on the small of your back, leaned close, murmured softly.

You look good enough to eat.

Cheeks flaring, you’d dug your heel into the toe of his boot, wanting to savour the quiet groan that spilled out of him, but it sounded too close to the noises he’d made on Hosnian Prime, and only worsened the ache that has taken up residence between your legs.

You haven’t spotted your target yet, the image from Luthen’s holo-pad engraved into your brain. You know he’s here, and the anticipation is crawling up the back of your throat, thick like bile. You want to get it over with. You want to get the information and get the hell out of here.

Cassian follows like a shadow as you move through the ballroom. Mon introduces you to other Senators, pointedly telling everyone that you’re one of the newest Senators from Alderaan, still getting your feet wet. You put on a good show, chatting away as more drinks are had, names offered and sparks of kinship flaring to life. You’re a good actress, and the entire time, you can feel Cassian’s eyes boring into your back. More than once, he steps a little closer, brushes a hand down the back of your arm or over your back, murmurs something low in your ear, and you have to suppress the chill that follows, snaking down your spine, hot and cold all at the same time.

Now is not the time, but your body doesn’t care.

He also looks good enough to eat in the guard uniform Luthen had procured for him. His hair is combed back, curls flat against his skull, and he’s trimmed his beard quite a bit, the sharp angle of his jaw only more pronounced, the pout of his lips more than a little distracting. You have to force your eyes from him multiple times, returning to the conversation you’re having with a Senator from Kuat, but she catches you. “If my guards looked like that, I’d have trouble keeping my eyes to myself, too,” she laughs, and you laugh along, ignoring the heat that rises in your cheeks. You don’t miss the little quirk to Cassian’s mouth, his eyes lingering on your back once more.

And then you find your target. Colonel Valoran Cardas.

He looks exactly the same as the photo on the holo-pad, dressed in Imperial finery, dark hair slicked back, shiny with gel. He spots you first, strange yellow eyes lingering on you from across the room. You lean in close to the Kuati Senator, gesturing towards the Colonel, sat at a table not far from where you stand. “Do you know who that is?”

“Oh,” she replies quickly, taking your arm, steering you towards him. “Colonel Cardas. I must introduce you.”

Before you can try to bite out any fake protest, you’re being pushed towards the table by the Senator.

“Valoran!” she calls, and his eyes snap from you to her, an easy smile forming on his lips. “I’d like you to meet Senator Zena Carrax.” The fake name falls off her tongue easily, and you force a grin. “She’s the newest member of the Senate on Alderaan.”

Colonel Cardas gets to his feet, offering you his hand with a slight bow. When you take it, he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a cold kiss to your knuckles. “A pleasure, Senator Carrax.”

“Please,” you reply smoothly, everything in you itching to look over your shoulder and find Cassian, but you don’t. You can’t. “The pleasure is all mine, Colonel.”

The Kuati Senator giggles conspiratorially before claiming she hears someone calling for her and disappears into the crowd. It leaves you and the Colonel alone, and that gross anticipation crawls up your throat once more.

“Are you enjoying the party?” Cardas asks, offering you the chair beside the one he had been sat in. You accept with a gracious nod, smoothing the skirt of your dress beneath you as you sink into it. He returns to his own seat, and with every move he makes, his eyes don’t leave you. It makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. His gaze is…predatory, almost. Like he’s a hunter stalking a meal. You don’t like it.

“Very much,” you say, schooling your voice pleasant, setting your half-empty drink on the table. “Tell me, Colonel Cardas, have you ever been to Alderaan?”

The moment the Kuati Senator pushes you towards the target, Cassian has to fight himself from barreling after you, shielding you from the Colonel’s intense gaze. He doesn’t like this. He doesn’t like any of it. His hands clench into fists at his sides as you shake hands with Cardas, fingers itching to reach for the blaster hidden beneath his uniform when the Colonel kisses your knuckles.

“She needs to get close to Cardas,” Luthen had told him, before they’d even stepped off the Fondor. “You cannot step in, you understand? Whatever is happening between you two, it cannot interfere here. You have jobs to do, do them.”

Cassian swallows hard, stepping away from the wall. He’s been following you through the ballroom the entire time, and had tried to keep his distance, watching you mingle, watching you play the part of the Senator from Alderaan with ease. It’s almost unnerving, how well you’ve slid into the role, your voice changing to something more distinguished, more Imperial. But he knows; you’ve been watching the Imps as much as he has, you know what it takes, you know how easy it is to slide into their ranks, what to say, how to act. It’s what makes you the perfect Rebel.

He still keeps some space between himself and you, sat at the table with Cardas, and he listens. You’re talking about Alderaan, about how things have changed under the Empire’s rule. You’re talking about your hopes for the Senate, how you want to find a way to make peace, to better both your planet and the Empire. It’s the perfect segue into the trade routes, the information you’ve been sent to retrieve, and if Cassian didn’t know the truth, he’d believe your easy lies as much as Cardas is seeming to.

He can hear the smile in your voice as you say, “I think we might want the same things, Colonel Cardas.” Your tone is loaded as anything, and you rest your hand on the table, inching across the space between you and Cardas.

The way the Colonel is looking at you makes everything in Cassian go tight as a drum. You’re beautiful, there’s no getting around that, with your almost too-tight dress and the way you’d piled your hair on your head and darkened your eyes, lashes fanning across your cheeks whenever you blink. The moment you’d stepped out of the fresher on the Fondor, Cassian had thought for a moment that the ground beneath his feet was disappearing, the way his heart hammered in his chest. It was the same feeling he’d been overcome with on Hosnian Prime, the sight of you standing there in nothing but his shirt.

Won’t let anyone touch you. Only me, yes?

Cardas slides his hand beneath yours, drags his fingers along your forearm, and Cassian can take no more. He stalks forward, hands clenched into solid fists at his sides as he approaches the table. Cardas is saying something in response to you, but Cassian doesn’t hear it, the edges of his vision tingeing red as he grasps the back of your chair and leans down. “Senator,” he murmurs, trying to keep his voice soft and unwavering. “There’s an urgent message for you, from the Queen.”

“Oh!” you say, flinching with surprise. You turn to look at him, something dark and unnameable in your eyes. They search his for a moment before they flick back to Cardas, an easy smile spreading across your face. “Excuse me just a moment, Colonel, won’t you?”

Cardas nods, watching as you get to your feet slowly. Cassian waits until you’re two steps ahead of him before following, folding his arms behind his back, resisting the urge to reach for you. Once you’re out of the ballroom, he can’t hold back, and grabs your upper arm, making you turn sharply, nearly dragging you down the palace hallway.

“Cass, what are you—?” you try to ask, but he ignores you, opening the first door he sees. It’s a small closet, stacks of towels and cleaning supplies and droid batteries on shelves. Without a word, he pushes you inside, stepping in after and pulling the door shut behind him, flicking the lock. “Cass.”

He ignores you again, crowding you back against the wall until your shoulders make contact. There’s a mix of confusion and concern on your face, those beautiful eyes boring into him as he reaches for your waist, holds you between his hands. His brow furrows, and he leans in, dropping his head until it’s fit into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Cass,” you say again, softer this time, and it sets off something deep in his chest, his blood turned to flame. In a flash, he sinks to his knees in front of you, fingers gripping the hem of your dress, bunching the skirt up and over his arms, seeking out your warmth. The tip of his middle finger slides along the fabric covering your core, and he has to bite back his grin at finding you wet.

You stare down at him, open-mouthed, and he curls one hand around your ankle, lifting your leg and setting it carefully on his shoulder. His eyes meet yours, fire in both your gazes, and he pauses, waits to see if you’ll push him away.

“We shouldn’t,” you whisper, your voice heavy, laced with lust as it reaches his ears. “Cass.”

“Please,” he murmurs, turning his face so his jaw scrapes along your calf. “I need to touch you. Taste you.”

If you said no, he’d stop. Dead in his tracks, blazing lust be damned, he’d stop. If you pushed him away, he’d go willingly.

But you don’t say no. You don’t push him away. You breathe out a yes, reach down with one hand, threading your fingers into his hair, your knuckles tight around the strands. He feels you tug lightly, and he tilts his head back, his eyes never leaving yours and he moves forward slightly. Lips drag over the bend of your knee, and he moves his hand from your ankle to your thigh, fingers digging into the meat of your muscle. He can smell you, the thick, sweet scent of your sex making his eyes roll back as he leans up higher on his knees, and buries his head between your legs.

The fabric of your underwear is soaked, and he just adds to it, mouthing at you over the barrier. You gasp as he presses his tongue against you, hikes your leg higher over his shoulder to get better access. Already, he can feel the muscle of your thigh go taut beside his head, your grip on his hair tightening further when he reaches under, pulls the gusset of your underwear to the side, and tastes you for real.

He moans into you as his tongue touches your skin. You’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, and it only spurs him further, working his tongue from your clit down to your opening and back up again, an iron grip on your thigh, holding you open. Above him, he can hear you gasping, a hand clapped over your mouth when you let a loud moan slip.

The fabric of you skirt has covered his head, only held back somewhat by your hand glued to his hair. He growls, dropping his chin and dragging the flat of his tongue along you. Your clit pulses when he draws it between his lips, sucking lightly, and he crooks the fingers holding your underwear, pushing his middle finger into you.

His knuckle bends, the pad of his finger drawing across a spongey part of you, and you keen, back arching off the wall, forcing your body closer to his, hips chasing his mouth. You go tighter still, clenching around his finger, harder when he slides a second inside. He keeps at your clit with his mouth, dragging the tip of his tongue in circles and shapes over the little bundle of nerves until suddenly you’ve got both hands in his hair, back arched so hard he can feel the curve of your stomach pressed to the top of his head.

You flood his mouth as you cum, a strangled gasp worming its way out of your throat as your thighs tremble, the one perched on his shoulder shuddering hard. He doesn’t let up, not until you’re yanking at his hair, nearly sending him tumbling backwards onto his ass.

You’re flushed, when he pulls back. There’s a different sort of light in your eyes as he disentangles himself from your limbs, your grip on his hair going lax when he makes to get to his feet. Your chest heaves with breaths, strains against the bodice of the dress. Silently, you straighten yourself, adjusting the skirt of the dress back into place. Cassian fixes his hair best he can, pushing his hands through it, trying to press his curls back against his skull. He adjusts his pants as well, tucking his hard cock into the waistband of his briefs. It’s uncomfortable, but currently necessary.

Still out of breath, you look at him. “We need to go.”

“You want to go back out there?” he asks, licking his lips.

Your eyes drop to his mouth for a long moment before flicking back up to his. “No. We need to get out of here. Now.”

“What about Cardas?” he asks.

You swallow hard, turning away from him, putting your face in your hands. His gut turns, the sparks of pleasure that had spread through him as he tasted you fading away to something that feels more like guilt. “I don’t care. We need to leave.”

“It’s fine,” Cassian says, and reaches for you, trying to curl a hand around your forearm, but you step out of his reach. “We’ll say you’re ill, that you need rest. We can stay another night, track him down tomorrow.”

Wordlessly, you nod, and reach for the door handle. As soon as you’re out of the closet, your demeanour changes, hands shaking, body sagging slightly as Cassian reaches for your elbow, supporting your weight. “We need to find Mon,” you murmur, and he nods.

Cassian pushes his way through the crowds as you return to the ballroom. Mon Mothma is easy enough to spot, and the look she gives the pair of you is filled with both worry and something like fear. “Senator?”

“I’m not feeling my best,” you say, the lie rolling easily off your tongue. “I hate to leave the party early.”

“Nonsense,” Mon replies, giving you a sympathetic smile. “I’ll have them hail you a cruiser to take you back to the hotels. Is there anything else you need?” Cassian can hear the double meaning in the Senator’s question, but no one else seems to think anything of it.

“We might have to extend our stay,” you reply, letting your eyes flutter slightly as you take a deep breath. “I’ll see how I feel come morning.”

“Well, do keep me posted,” Mon says, touching your shoulder lightly. “I’d be happy to—”

“Senator Carrax?” Cardas calls, and you both turn to see the Colonel walking towards you. “I wondered where you’d run off to.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Colonel Cardas,” you reply, bowing your head slightly. “I’m afraid I’m feeling quite unwell.”

“I’m sorry to hear,” Cardas replies, and reaches out and touches the back of his hand to your forehead. It makes Cassian bristle beside you, and your heel nudges his boot. “You do look quite flushed. What on earth did the Queen say to you?”

“No, no, it wasn’t the—”

“We’re leaving,” Cassian bites out, tightening his grip on your elbow.

Cardas shoots him a glare before his eyes slide back to you. “How are you getting back to the hotels?” he asks, pointedly to you. “I could call for the ISB shuttle, take you back myself.”

“Oh no, you’re too kind, Colonel,” you say, your voice going breathy. “Senator Mothma has already called a cruiser for us. I only wish we could have continued our conversation.”

The corner of the Colonel’s mouth quirks, and he reaches into his jacket, procuring a small silver card. “I thought about what you said, Senator.” He extends the card towards you, held between two fingers, and lifting a brow, you take it from him. “That should grant easy access for your plans on the trade routes.” He grins, that predatory look Cassian had seen before creeping into his gaze again. “On the condition that the next time you’re on Coruscant, you let me buy you dinner.”

Your mouth drops open as you stare at the Colonel, and you give him a brilliant smile, as brilliant as you can offer while pretending to feel ill. “You’re too kind, Colonel.”

He winks at you. “Don’t make me regret it, Senator.”

Mon Mothma reaches out, puts a soft hand on Cassian’s arm. “The cruiser is here for you.”

You stay quiet, the entire ride back to the hotels. You’d contacted Luthen the moment you stepped out of the palace, telling him where you were headed, that the job was done. Cassian is stoic beside you, helping you into the cruiser before getting in on the other side. The foot of space between you feels like a chasm, and your mind is whirling.

Yes, you’d got what you came for. Yes, you’d charmed the Colonel so well he’d give you exactly what you needed. Yes, you’d lied so well you’d convinced a room full of Imps that you were one of them.

Yes, you’d cum so hard on Cassian’s tongue that you thought you would never come down from the amount of pleasure he’d given you.

But one tiny slip, and everything could have gone in the opposite direction.

You’re lucky, both of you. You know that. And it does nothing to quell your…anger? Is it anger? Is it fear? Is it just the culmination of the last few days making everything inside you implode?

You want to reach across the space, wrap your fingers around Cassian’s, but you resist.

You keep up the charade of feeling ill until you’re safe in your rooms, immediately stripping out of the dress and heels, redressing in your normal clothing before you whirl on Cassian, the dam of emotion in your head breaking.

“What the hell was that back there?” you cry, and his eyes go wide. “You could have blown our cover, Cass. We could have been compromised.”

He leans back against the wall, crosses his arms over his chest. “He touched you.” His tone is almost flat, but the flare in his eyes tell another story.

You rub a hand over your face, sighing. “So, cornering me in that closet was your solution? I wasn’t going to let him do anything.”

Cassian scoffs a laugh, the noise unkind. “You did not seem very upset about what happened in that closet.”

“I didn’t—I’m not—ugh!” you glare at him, matching his stance. “You are missing the point. He could have—”

“No,” Cassian barks, his voice rising slightly. “I won’t let the Empire take something else from me.”

You just stare at him, mouth dropped open. “Oh my god.”

“What?”

“What?” you repeat, stalking across the room, throwing your hands up. “You act like you’re the only one making sacrifices, like you’re the only one who lost something!” You whirl back to face him, feeling hot tears on your cheeks. “I lost everything, Cassian! Everything!”

“Don’t,” he says, his tone dropping completely, those dark eyes going shiny.

“Don’t what?” you ask, your voice cracking on the words.

“The Empire has been taking things from me since I was six years old,” he says, and the emotion in his voice makes your heart ache. “You don’t understand; you lost everything quickly, in a flash. For me? It was pieces, over time. Bit by bit.” He counts it out on his fingers: “My childhood, my sister, my home. Then my father, my freedom. Another home. Then my mother.”

He steps towards you, closing some of the distance that’s formed, and you find yourself holding your breath as he continues.

“Sure, they didn’t kill her, but if I hadn’t been locked up for no fucking reason then maybe I could have saved her!” Another step, and he’s nearly in front of you, close enough that he can reach out and take your face in his hands. “They keep taking things from me, and I won’t let them take you too.”

His thumb swipes over your cheeks, wiping away the tears on your skin. You reach up, wrap your hands around his wrists, keep him close. “I don’t want to lose you either.”

You stare at each other for a long time. You’re breathing the same air, and Cassian tips his head towards you, forehead pressed to yours. Your anger has faded some, the anxiety that had been chasing you all day melting away at the feeling of his hands on you, your mutual admission hanging in the air. It would be so easy, to lift your head slightly, to brush your lips against his, to claim his mouth for your own.

A heavy knock at the door makes you break apart, you reaching for his arm, Cassian instantly positioning himself in front of you. He pulls out his blaster, and you reach for one of the knives at your belt.

The door swings open slowly, revealing a hard-faced Luthen, and—

“Vel?”

She grins at you. “Hi.”

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 1 year ago

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Hi! I've been musing over this for a day or two but I saw you mention you were in a Shakesperian play before and it got me thinking....you and Benedict in whatever Shakespeare play of your choosing I think it'd be so cool!

Also on the same note but an AU with Dr. Strange as a theatre professor and you bond with him over your love of literature and playwriting 🥰

I love this so, sooooooooooooo much and guess what, my brilliant friend...

It's an actual thing!

The One That Got Away

In my early years on tumblr, there used to be a lot of contests by Artists and Writers to promote their blogs. One such that I won was a custom written one-shot. And as what you've described above (me acting in a play by Shakespeare, opposite Benedict) has been a long desired dream, that's what the Author created for me. BC & I performing together in The Taming of the Shrew. Dust to Dust is a fic filled with angst & mutual but unfulfillable longing!😁Please check it out; it's a very quick, wonderful read.

But it gets even better...

I loved this story so much that my mind kept going, I need more...there has to be more to the story. And I began to write. Bits and pieces of Benedict & Virgilia (Vicki) interacting. Pining. Confessing forbidden feelings. A kickass prologue. Until I finally had to broach the topic with the Author--who had felt a pull to continue the story as well

So, she asked for samples of what I'd written, and once satisfied with how I envisioned the story playing out, she gave me her blessing. The One That Got Away is one of my dearest WIPs, and though it's been ages since I've updated, I know exactly how the rest of the story goes (including lots of angst, a forbidden tryst or two, lovers separated by an ocean wide, reconciliation and a happy ending). I even wrote an epilogue already, for a bestie of mine who initially struck up our friendship because she loved the story so much.

Gotta say, it makes me really happy to talk about it, so I must thank you heartily!🥰 I miss those inspired days of writing. So impassioned to get the words on the page that I even wrote one pivitol chapter in a law office where I had to give a deposition about an accident I witnessed at work!

I hope with all my heart that a few new Readers will check it out from seeing this post, and maybe even give it some love. I know many of us refer to something we've written as some of our best stuff--but this is no cliche; I really think it is.

Oh, and your second suggestion...Stephen as a Theatre Professor? Absolutely worth adding to my list of things I'd love to write if I ever get my mojo back for real.

a very excited PS:

I have two songs that encapsulate some of the feels for this fic. Girl Crush by Little Big Town, and Taylor's Wildest Dreams

PPS: a wonderful graphic artist made an amazing 'book cover' for the story; and the OC costume designer for Shrew is based on her

#bakerstreethound #tumblr love #fic writing #a tie that binds #benedict cumberbatch #my beautiful obsession #my constant muse #shakespeare #theatrebatch #shakespearebatch #the taming of the shrew #my wriitng #The One That Got Away #TOTGA

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m1ckeyb3rry · 5 months ago

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That’s a good idea….will start check marking….. I’m also realizing I think part of the problem was I actually do press send sometimes but if the connection is spotty and I don’t realize I close out tumblr and then it never ends up fully loading/sending properly….

SHSHS I cant imagine that’d be comfortable with the dizziness…well uh..at least it’s over now!! Haha…..

OUUU wait that’s a good take…..it’s kinda funny I think I remember Isagi and Yuta having the same mbti too?? Not sure how accurate the typing actually is but I thought that was funny LOL but IM CRYING LMAOOOO you really said I need some spice in my life let’s switch it up

Honestly I would not be surprised if that ended up being the case like….after every single time we’ve manifested something into existence I’d be more surprised if it didn’t get manifested into reality LMAO

SHEGSHS every now and then I think about how I’m blowing up your inbox but omg another special tag I’m so honored LOL hope the ideas prove useful for when you’re in a slump!!

AHAHAHA atp trying to guess your final wc should just be a game im sure its at least mildly frustrating for you but I can’t lie every time it happens I chuckle a bit especially when you post it with that one ant meme LMFAOOA

Oh em gee very excited!! Whenever that comes out im gonna reread part 1 to refresh first LOL it’s ok we gotta give our man a break from being protag he’s been going through it LMAOAO between getting insulted by the love of his life in fwtkac the whole freaky Friday conflict and now bfb where he’s been pining since he could walk I

Gotta bless the other sectors of the fandom with your work….give them a taste of your writing then they’ll discover your blog read the Karasu fics and join Karasu nation…that’s the end goal LMAO atp you’re just overseeing all of bllknation covering every base

Hsjshsj glad it went well!! Struggle because of motion sickness I assume? Manifesting very hard that that goes away soon…

GAGAMARU AND YUKI LMAOOO ok that’s a pair I was not expecting ngl it’s ok it’s the power duo one blind one and one with super vision /j actually I feel like that’d be really funny like…since yuki is also a model he has such a refined vibe and as we know is very well mannered while gagamaru spends a lot of the time in the woods in the wilderness fighting bears or something LOL such opposite vibes

Yeah…like I get the shock factor thing but tbh to me that still doesn’t “justify it” to me LOL like it was just so sudden?? And there’s still so many holes like how’d she suddenly just appear good as new minus the one eye…no I fully agree like it was so random, not lead up not even a hint from the past what like 30 chapters?? Like they really just decided to throw her back into the ring at the last second….like we haven’t seen her since Shibuya arc and she somehow just spawned back like make it make sense…..tbh I think the “shock my readers” thing is such a gege thing to do :,) considering all the other comments we’ve heard from him LMAO but yeah the execution was not it……jjk fandom is also scary I see people getting eaten alive for “hot takes”

LMAO safe from kaiserism today…tbh I can’t see myself actually converting BUT the compass >>> the whole animal shelter dog scene was Lowk so cute I love the use of the dog’s own background in paralleling kaiser’s own situation! But that line “she’s my mother but I’m not her son” LITERARY GENIUS but also I’m crying when they talk about marriage and a wedding I’m fr just imagining ness just standing there alone on kaisers side something about the scene just seems so funny to me

- Karasu anon

tumblr is so glitchy sometimes i can’t even blame you 😔 the amount of times i’ve thought i posted something and didn’t or someone will send an ask and i just won’t get a notification for it??? same with dms and then people think i’m ignoring them but that’s not my intention at all 😭💔

yess they do have the same mbti!! and so does hiori apparently 🤔 tbh i tend to like characters who are sassier because they’re more like me so they’re easier to write/connect with (asshole karasu 🤝 asshole mira) but realistically in a relationship you can only rlly have one person like that the other needs to be nice or else it’s just stressful 😭 irl whenever i meet people who match my freak toooo well i get annoyed because like why are we only being mean to each other but when people start to get too moral abt it it’s like “oh it was never that deep” LMAOAAO there needs to be a happy medium of someone who finds it funny and can throw a jab or two out there when necessary but for the most part they’re just chilling 😩 which lowkey IS isagi (and hiori) now that i think abt it but NOOOO if i convert to isagism what will become of me

HFJDJSSJ okay random kiyora headcanons speedrun (kaneshiro if you’re watching these are fire pls include them in the manga): he ran cross country for one year during the soccer off season and he liked it because he could listen to music during races but it wasn’t competitive enough for him so he quit, he’s lowkey fire at either knitting or crochet but no one knows (he’s not shy abt it though it’s just that no one talks to him for long enough to realize), and he got a pet umbrella cockatoo after watching the movie rio in theaters

NO I LOVE GETTING THE NOTIFICATION YOU SENT AN ASK it’s so fun to read them 🥹 and PLSS honestly it’s less frustrating and more just like 😨 whenever the word count gets crazy long because for the most part i’m just happy to be providing 😩 the only thing that worries me is when i take too long writing smth rlly long and people think i’m on hiatus 😭 like no i’m still here it’s just that this one shot is now novel length so…

okay wait genuinely multiple people have been converted to karasu nation because of me LMAOAOA especially bfb and fwtkac…honestly it’s a role i’m proud to play 🤩🙏🏻 but yes atm i need to expand my outreach/not make karasu suffer any longer he’s been through it in the miraverse as of late 😟 i’m excited for cherry tree pt2 i think it’s probably going to be shorter but very cute 🥹 which yk cute and rin don’t necessarily go together very naturally given how he is but trust i will make it work 🤩

HEAR ME OUT GAGAMARU AND YUKI / TARZAN AND JANE AU LMAOOOOO no it’s so perfect hold on i’m going to edit a screen cap of it once i’ve responded to this why does it fit uncannily well…i’ve convinced myself gagamaru and yuki besties number one bllk duo forget bachisagi or kunigiri or nagireo or tabieita or whatever 🥱 gagayuki the ONLY pair i care about (and karasu + shidou they’re cool too)

i completely agree although i’ve already seen people on all corners of the internet calling people who are dissatisfied with it brain dead or without reading comprehension/media literacy…that’s just how it’s going to be ig 😓 jjk to me has this problem where it’s simultaneously overhated AND overrated 🤔 because people do not realize there is a middle ground!! like no it’s not the worst manga ever and there are several high points + on the whole it is better written than several other animangas especially shounen ones however it is NOT peak fiction and it is definitely not the best thing to come out in recent times!! like people don’t realize you can criticize it and still not bash it/gege completely 😒 also i have to say it…a manga being popular ≠ good idk WHY that’s such a popular argument but things can be popular without being well written!! look at any number of ya dystopian novels from the 2010s for proof 😭 nobody’s denying that jjk is popular it’s just that that doesn’t automatically make it the best thing ever…i saw someone on tik tok say that a lot of jjk fans confuse hype moments/panels with good writing and i do think that that’s the case at times 🫣 but what do i know lol

tbh smth abt kaiser’s fuck ass haircut turns me off rlly bad like maybe if he still had the shaggy blond going on or if he put it in a bun more often i’d see the appeal but the rat tails are not it 😰 and LMAOAOAO PLSSS kaiser’s side at the wedding is just ness and noel noa (he was paid to be there) and both of them are just like 😐😐 the whole time HAHAHA they are not into it at all…maybe kaiser was onto smth when he said that they should just get married without any guests because imagine how awk it would be otherwise 😭

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deducingcircumference · 2 years ago

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@mirrorfalls the ask went to the other blog, so moving it here via screenshot!

I've already answered 5, so let's give 8 a try:

Jumping universes to find living version of dead love

Pairing: ShinRan

Rating: T

Warnings and tags: major character death (multiple times over), hurt very little comfort, someone was snarky about me labeling the other one pining but I'll go ahead and label this one pining anyway

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Follow you into the dark

They find Shinichi’s body in an alley behind Tropical Land. No foul play, says the medical examiner. Looks like he had a heart attack. That roller coaster case must have stressful, poor kid.

Ran stares out the window on the ride home. She doesn’t cry. The tears won’t come. How ironic.

She keeps staring, listlessly, throughout the funeral and the wake, noting with distant, muted rage that Shinichi’s parents have returned for this last rite. This is their fault, she can’t help thinking. If they had been here…

If they had been here, Shinichi

wouldn’t—

Agasa-hakase invites her some time later — a week? a month? She doesn’t know. She goes out of politeness. The grandfatherly inventor she has known her entire life sits her down, sets out tea and cookies, and asks her how she’s been. Ran’s answers are rote, mechanical. Her hands are trembling, she remembers dimly that her hair is unbrushed, and she forgets to even touch the cookies.

“…in another universe.”

His words rouse Ran from her stupor. “Professor? Did you say there’s a universe where Shinichi’s alive?”

“Er. The multiverse theory is only conjecture at this point, but—”

“Can you take me there?”

“The energy needed to breach the barrier between universes, even hypothetically—“

“Please?”

The professor looks like he’s going to object, but then he takes another look at her face, and deflates. “Don’t get your expectations up,” he warns.

She flies out of her seat to throw her arms around him, hope burning like a an ember — like a brand — in her weeks-numb body. “Oh, Professor Agasa! Thank you!”

(“You look better,” Sonoko confesses at school the next day, when Ran meets her with her face washed and hair combed, for the first time since the funeral.

“I’ll keep on getting better,” Ran says, determined. She has to if she’s going to find Shinichi.

Sonoko squeals and hugs her. “‘Atta girl!”)

A week later, the professor calls. Ran runs the whole two kilometers to his house, her carefully-contained hope threatening to burst from its cage. She nearly chokes on all its soft feathers in the end, flying up the walk and into Agasa’s house. “Professor!”

His hair has flyaways and there are stains on his white lab coat, but his eyes are shining with excitement, and he’s holding a small metal backpack that glows purple from the inside. “Ran-kun! Good to see you!”

“You did it!”

Professor Agasa grins at her and waves the backpack. “This is the Multiverse Traverser 3000. Put it on, press the button, and you’ll be in a parallel universe. Er, I’m pretty sure. Unfortunately, you can’t control which one you end up in. It’ll be random. And—” his voice grows solemn. “Shinichi might not even be there.”

Even might not is better than not here. “Can I try it?”

The inventor hesitates, then he hands it over. He shows her a second button. “This one will bring you home, wherever you are."

The first universe doesn’t even have a Tokyo, instead a massive crater where she stands. There is scrubby grass growing under her feet, trees in the distance, and the sound of birdsong, but no people.

Ran presses the button again.

She is in Tokyo again, in Beika Park as she left it. There’s the woman walking her dog, just as she was before, the calisthenics people practicing on the well-maintained grass nearby. Ran’s stomach drops like a stone. She’s back. In this world where Shinichi…

Bright green catches her eye in the distance, so familiar that it hurts. She whips around. There he is, up the gravel path, in his green hoodie and yellow shirt, his blue jeans, looking away from her at something even further up the path. Tall as she remembers, slender, cowlick unruly on his dark head. Alive, like he is in her dreams.

Shinichi — this world’s Shinichi — makes a face of annoyance. Ran begins to laugh. She knows that face well.

Everything is all right. She’s found him, and everything is all right. She starts to run to him, crying through her laughter. “Shinichi!”

“Shinichi!” her own voice echoes from far away.

He blinks, almost turns, but then Ran sees herself, in the blue jacket she hadn’t worn since that day in Tropical Land, barrel toward him and aim a powerful kick at his head. Shinichi dodges, like he always does, no longer paying attention to strangers calling his name.

Ran stutters to a halt.

She’d forgotten.

This world already has a Ran.

Shinichi eventually comes down the path with the other Ran, a shit-eating grin on his face as he chatters. She catches the word “Holmes.” This universe’s Ran rolls her eyes.

Ran is shaking. She wants it back. She wants it so badly it pains her stomach, her liver, her lungs.

Just as they’re passing her, Shinichi looks around.

Before their eyes meet, Ran presses the button.

She’s a ghost, a phantom sliding between worlds, between Shinichis and Rans and Sonokos and Kogoros and Eris. In most worlds where there’s a Tokyo and a Beika, Shinichi is still alive, and so is she — Ran. She watches herself and Shinichi move through their everyday lives, laughing, fighting, playing.

She watches carefully, and realizes — she in love. Almost every version of her in every universe.

He gets caught up in a dangerous case in some, working to unravel the secrets of a multinational crime syndicate. Sometimes he’s on the run, and Ran, the ghost, pulls strings to keep him safe. In one universe he’s seven again. That one’s bizarre.

There are universes where Shinichi falls in love with other people — people named things like Hattori Heiji and Miyano Shiho and Kuroba Kaito. But in most of them, it’s Ran.

It turns out that it’s possible to be jealous of yourself.

Time marches on. Time marches on. The world she was born to seems stranger with every visit. Sonoko begs her to stay around, where do you keep disappearing to?, but Ran keeps telling her she’ll be back. And she will, after she finds Shinichi.

Ran watches the multitudes of Shinichis and Rans confess to each other and graduate from high school and go to university. Some break up. Most get married. Some get married and then divorced. Shinichi dies — again — in some. Those are the hardest. Ran dies in some.

She approaches Shinichi in one of those worlds. Because she is still Ran, after all, and the same.

He’s kneeling at her own headstone, bent over and unseeing, fist clenched around the golden band around his third finger. He looks up as she approaches, before she even has a chance to say excuse me.

“Ran?” he breathes. “How?” Then his eyes sharpen, and he seems to collapse in on himself. He mumbles, “No — you’re not. Sorry.”

He gets up unsteadily, not looking at her, and walks away.

What am I looking for? Ran asks herself, as her heart breaks.

The Shinichis and Rans grow old. Their children leave home, have their own children and careers. Sometimes she steps in to help in the smallest of ways, but never long enough to be recognized, even fleetingly. She grows old, too.

She thinks of home, of that long-ago universe she was born in where it all started, and fingers the second button on Professor Agasa’s invention. He’s gone now, in that universe, the last person to understand.

There’s no Ran in the universe she’s in now, either. She’d been a victim of a traffic accident here, her daughter growing up without a mother. Maybe she can settle down in this universe, close enough to watch them, Shinichi and his daughter.

She’s unable to keep her distance. The weight of this Shinichi’s grief for Ran — for his Ran — is still enough to drown her.

She moves on.

Another Beika, in another winter. Ran’s hands are gnarled now, her hair short and silver, her steps slow. The snow is blank and silent on the ground. In this world they were both gone before even elementary school, victims of a deranged preschool teacher, their gravestones in the local cemetery. It is an empty space for her, this world, a world that has hardly known Mouri Ran.

And a world that has hardly known Kudou Shinichi.

When she was young, she cried angry, passionate tears. Now they merely seep from beneath her eyelids, devoid of force. She is so tired.

She senses someone sitting down next to her.

“Don’t mind me,” she murmurs. “I’m just an old woman thinking about the past.”

“Ran,” says the newcomer.

She opens her eyes.

And it’s him. She knows him at once. As white-haired and wrinkled as her, smiling. He’s holding a Multiverse Traverser 3000. She knows it at once, even though it’s in the form of a heavy book glowing purple from the inside. “You died,” he says simply. “Protecting me at Tropical Land. I’ve been looking for you.”

“I’ve found you,” Ran says in wonder. She takes the hand that he’s wrapped around hers, smiling so hard her face will break. “I’ve found you.”

The tears finally come.

#dcmk #circ makes words #shinran #but make it angst #pining prompts

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atlaese · 3 years ago

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memories, sweet and tangy - m.m.

summary: matt lost you once before, but he won't let you go easily this time. pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader tw: fluff, mutual pining <33, mentions of food, reader skipped breakfast, tiny mention of drinking, awful lawyer talk from yours truly, matt thinking he doesn't deserve anything but he deserves the whole universe and then some 💗 words: 1.6k a/n: if someone didn't realize, i'm on a matt murdock high and i hope to never come off of it! i hope i do this complex character justice, because i absolutely adore just how many emotions he goes through and the depth of this character. anyways, enjoy!

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Matt had smelled your scent way before he realized it was you who walked in the courtroom; the tinge of pheromones he used to encounter daily, mixed with the perfume that you had been wearing since the age of 21.

It had been a few years though, since he last smelled that certain mix of scents he associated with you. After spending four years in law school together, you left for a big corporate job in the city, Matt opting to stay in Hell’s Kitchen to open his own practice with Foggy.

Those four years together had been pure bliss, if he was honest. Treading the fine line between lovers and friends, there were touches that lingered just too much to be considered polite and friendly. Matt couldn’t even begin to count the amount of times you had slept in his bed after going out, limbs tangled as your face was squished up against his chest, his hand softly caressing your head as he tried his best to control his battering heart. As if you’d ever wake up from the feeling of his racing heart under your cheek.

Those four years had ended bittersweet, though. Matt had wanted to ask you out — for real, too. He had it all planned out so meticulously, but then you got offered this big time job, taking you out to the city and away from him. It felt like the universe had something else planned for him, because how could he have a loved one? The universe just gave him another sign that he did not deserve the pure love that you would provide him with. Even the best attorney couldn’t argue with that.

But it hurt him more than he could ever admit. He had only just admitted to himself that he fell in love with you. It had taken him more time than he expected to get over you, the steady rhythm of your heartbeat still ingrained in his mind. He could read your heart beat as well as he could read braille — better even after he learned to read your other senses. Matt was able to tell how you felt during every waking moment — something he’d never take for granted.

And now here you were, strutting in the courtroom, high heels clicking as the session was about to start. There was a hint of tangerine lingering on your fingers, the tangy scent making him perk up as you were searching your bag for some files. You probably had been late — maybe your alarm hadn’t gone off or you had forgotten to pick up your favourite pantsuit from the dry cleaners — and now you had skipped breakfast, opting for a tangerine in the cab on the way over instead.

You were still you, even after all these years Matt could still pinpoint who you were at your core. You might have changed a little, grown up, grown into the confident woman you were now, maybe altered your appearance — were you wearing nailpolish now?

You took a seat just a row behind him in the public, probably waiting for when your case would start.

Should he turn around, act as if he had to get something out of his jacket that was hanging over the back of his chair? Should he—

“Matthew Murdock, speak of the devil,” your voice interrupted his raging thoughts. Matt quickly plastered a surprised look on his face as he turned his head to acknowledge your presence.

“Is it- Is that you?” he said, his dark glasses hiding knowing eyes as you tried to contain the surprised look on your face. It was New York after all, millions of souls running through the maze of buildings and parks like ants, what was the chance you’d run into each other? Was there some sort of red thread connecting the two of you in this labyrinth, a bond that made it destiny you’d meet once again?

“Hi Matt,” the words softly tumbled out of your mouth. “It’s been too long.”

It felt good to hear his name roll off your tongue again. There was still a kind of softness in your voice as you said it, so delicate and lovingly, even after all these years.

Was this the universe giving him a chance? Were the stars aligned just right at this exact moment where you and him were in the same room? Was the red yarn tightening after being loose and unmoving for the last few years?

“It has, I- how have you been?” he stumbled over his words, licking his lips as he tasted your scent that was now sticking to all his senses, sweet and tangy — you. If he wasn't in public, he might have sighed at the taste.

“I-I’m fine, actually, just going through the motions,” you said as your hand landed on his forearm. “How have you been? Still a Hell’s Kitchen boy through and through?”

How long had it been since you last touched? Was it the day you left, a big bag slung around your shoulder as you held onto him for dear life, promising to visit soon. Soon became when work is less busy and eventually it came to a single text message on each other's birthday.

“Yeah, I think I’ll always be,” he said, a certain weight behind his words, a passion and a deep fueled love for the neighbourhood he grew up in. “I’m good, actually, uhm, this case is actually a neighbour who was wrongfully convicted of extortion so, yeah.”

“Still a heart of gold and a wicked smile I see.”

“A deadly combination, I’m told,” he said, a radiant smile on display that few people get to see closely.

“You were always amazing at giving an exceptional defense,” you nodded, softly squeezing his arm. “Still remember your scrawny ass taking down that jock during mock trials. Look at you now.”

“If I remember correctly from mock trials, you deliver your deathblow during the closing statement,” Matt mused, his lips turning up into a delicious smile as the room was filling up with the last few people, the prosecutors taking a seat too.

The smile took over your whole face, stretched out the corners of your mouth as a soft giggle floated into the air, making the tips of his ears turn the tiniest bit red as he remembered all the other times you laughed at his jokes. Those times, buried deep inside his memories that were now coming up to the surface, gasping for fresh air after being submerged for more time than either of you wanted.

“If you don’t have anything planned after your case, I wouldn’t be opposed to you sitting in on mine,” you bit your lip, one corner of your lips still upturned as the room grew increasingly silent, awaiting the arrival of the judge. “Maybe we could get a drink after?”

“A coffee, ofcourse,” you hastily added, cheeks lightly warming up as Matt felt the blood rushing to your cheeks, too. “Uhm, too early to drink.”

“Of course,” he smirked, head dipping down as if to take the attention away from you stumbling over words and thoughts. That didn’t happen very often to you, especially not in the courtroom, your second home your coworkers would say. But when Matt Murdock was standing in front of you, his tie neatly tied, in a pure white dress shirt and a black jacket, it felt impossible not to stutter.

“I know a place,” he said after a few seconds of silence as he tried to read your feelings, one eyebrow cocked. “Great coffee and kind staff.”

Hearing your heartbeat again so close to him brought him back to the past, his memories of your soft breathing flooding his senses.

The judge was then escorted in, snapping Matt out of his stupor and everyone rose out of respect and silence falling over the room.

“It’s a date,” your whispers floated through the room, not disturbing the eerie quiet as the judge sat down, effectively opening the session.

“Mr. Murdock, you got anything for me?” the judge asked as Matt stood up.

Whilst buttoning his jacket, he turned a bit, facing you again with a content smile on his face as he raised his brows, his maroon sunglasses not fully revealing the content look that shone in his eyes at your statement.

Just before he walked off to start his plea, you whispered some final words of encouragement, “good luck, councilman.”

Matt detected the smallest amount of humour in your tone - you had called him councilman ever since the two of you started hanging out in law school. In return he called you bulldog — referring to you always hanging on to a case, always pushing through until you got what you wanted.

Not that Matt had needed it, but hearing those words back from you, made it all the easier to launch into his plea and make sure his client would be set free.

When Matt was talking, he'd sometimes zone in on your steady heartbeat, once again within reach of his senses as he felt himself calm down whenever the prosecutors would object or get him out of his flow.

In a few hours the red thread that hung loosely between the two of you would tighten ever so slightly, wrapping around the tight corners of Hell’s Kitchen and slowly wrapping around Matt’s heart too, mending the small tears you had left in your wake, all those years ago.

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tom-whore-dleston · 3 years ago

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Coffee and Confessions

Pairing: !Professor Xu Shangqi x !college f. reader

Genre: Fluff (lime)

Warnings: professor x student/TA relationship, elements of slow burn, mutual pining, sfw teasing, reader plays footsies with Shangqi, making out, confessions, suggestiveness, preludes to smut

Summary: You start off your winter break with your favorite professor.

Word Count: 2.9k

Beta Read: @cyborg-cinderella - thank you bestie Ilysm 😘

Notes: This fic is my submission for @tonystarksfavoritedaughter‘s 1 year writing challenge. I chose the quote: “Your lips taste like strawberries.” Congrats Hailey on the milestone! I’m so proud of you 💕 sorry for posting it past the deadline, but I hope you love it 🥺 Although no 18+ warnings are present, my blog is still 18+ so PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE NOT 18+! Otherwise you will be blocked! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

It was finally winter break. Everyone around you was packing their bags to return to their hometown or planning vacations to extravagant places the world had to offer. Everyone except for you.

You didn’t have much awaiting you in your hometown. All the people you grew up with essentially got up and left after graduating high school and never looked back. On top of that, your family decided to make plans without you and were expected to return home on Christmas Day. That is, if everything goes well for their flight back home, and you could only hope that the weather conditions were safe to travel in. So you were left with no choice but to hold down the apartment you shared with your roommates.

Once your roommates left you with the apartment, you sighed in relief and plopped down on the couch. You stared at the ceiling for a few moments before deciding to flip on the TV. You were only able to squeeze in a few episodes of the show you were binging before boredom washed over you. Then, you decided to follow an at-home workout video. By the time you finished exercising, you were still bored out of your mind.

The rest of the day revolved around ordering takeout and starting a new show to binge watch. In the middle of watching one episode, your phone chimed to signal you received a text. You grabbed your phone from under the blanket and turned it on. It would be an understatement to say that you were shocked by who sent you the text.

“Good evening,

I hope you are doing well and are receiving the rest you deserve after all your hard work this semester. I know this may seem out of the blue, but there is a pressing issue that I would like to discuss with you in person. Would it be possible to meet you at the cafe on Lime & Lemon St tomorrow morning at 10am? If not, perfectly fine. We can talk over email if you prefer. Please let me know as soon as possible. Thank you and have a wonderful night!

Professor Shangqi”

You lost track of the times you read the text from Professor Shangqi. Your face warmed up and your palms persparated. The professor you had been crushing on the whole semester is requesting to meet up with you outside of school. The smile on your face was as wide as the Cheshire Cat. Then, you suddenly frowned.

What if he wanted to meet up with you because you failed his class? What if he caught on to your crush on him and was going to confront you about it? Your mind was racing with thoughts and you didn’t know if you should cry or throw up or pretend you never received the text and call it a night.

“No,” you exclaimed out loud to yourself. “I should reply. It’d be rude of me not to.” And so, you sent out a quick reply and sent it without thinking twice.

“Hi Professor!

Yes, I can meet with you at that time. I hope that everything is okay on your end. I look forward to meeting with you.”

Time couldn’t move any slower as you waited to hear back from Shangqi. When your phone dinged again, you opened up your messages within a second of receiving the notification.

“Oh, everything is fine. I promise. Just wanted to ask you something that I prefer doing in person. Can’t wait to see you :)”

Now, you were back to smiling and biting your lip. Your fingers danced across your phone screen as you wrote one last message to him.

“Sounds good! I will see you tomorrow. Goodnight professor :)”

Rolling onto your belly, you screamed into the pillow that you were lying down on. You had to pinch yourself in case you were dreaming. Before you knocked out, you read over the text thread, excited you will be getting coffee with the professor you had developed a deep admiration for.

The next morning, you sat in your car, glancing at your reflection in the tiny mirror above you. Your palms were sweaty against your phone as you checked the time.

9:59am

You started to hyperventilate, considering how close it was to the time you were expected to meet Shangqi. Normally, you were perfectly calm and collected around Shangqi. Yet now, you were on the verge of vomiting because of how nervous you were about going out with him. Was this even considered a date? No. Just a student and professor having a casual business meeting. Right?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of another car pulling into the parking space next to you. You almost yelped when you realized the driver was your professor. As Shangqi turned off the ignition and stepped outside, you took some deep breaths to steady your racing heart beat. When you finally got out of your car, Shangqi glanced in your direction and flashed a sweet smile.

“Hey!” Shangqi called out, sauntering towards you. “Good to see you again.”

“Yeah, likewise,” you responded. You gave him a firm handshake like how you always did when you saw each other. Except this time, the handshake lingered a little too long for it to be professional. You both lightly giggled before anchoring your hands down and brushing fingers.

“Shall we?”

“Yes, let’s go in.” You walked alongside Shangqi until he rushed to open the door for you. A laugh erupted from your belly as you thanked him for the gesture, entering the coffee shop. As you hopped in line, Shangqi briefly glanced down at your backside before following you. He was grateful that you hadn’t turned around, otherwise he would’ve been in for it. Little did he know, you had hoped that he would look at you the way you did with him.

“Lemme guess, you’re gonna order the matcha lavender latte,” Shangqi playfully taunted as you peered up at the menu. You pretended to act offended even though deep down, you were flattered he memorized your favorite coffee drink. Yeah, it technically wasn’t coffee, but it was better than the boring Americanos your professor always drank.

“Of course, I am! Remember, every time I go to a new coffee shop, I have to order their matcha to compare between shops.” Shangqi beamed at how your face glowed while you spoke. “And if I were to guess, you are gonna get your tasteless Americano?” Shangqi adjusted his glasses and turned back to the menu.

“Actually, I think I’ll get the same thing as you. It must be worth the hype if you’re always ordering it. And I’ll have you know, dear, that Americanos are not tasteless.” Your head whipped around when he called you dear. You weren’t sure how you could possibly respond to that without wanting to yank him towards you and kiss him. But the way his eyes met yours made you even more tempted to do so.

“Next in line, please!” A loud voice projected from behind the counter. You both whipped your heads in the direction of the barista, waiting for you to approach the counter. Shangqi made way for you to stroll towards the counter first. Nodding towards him, you proceeded to the counter, reciting your typical coffee order to the barista. He punched the buttons on the screen, waiting for you all to conclude your order. Shangqi came up behind you, lightly cupping your mid back. The unexpected movement sent chills up your spine and your cheeks burned hot enough to keep you toasty in this cold weather.

Shangqi angled towards you. “Make those two matcha lavender lattes.” You simpered, cocking your head towards him. The barista, unbothered by the exchange occurring in front of him, tapped away at the screen.

“Would you like to try any of our pastries or…” his voice dragged out as you scanned the menu.

“The strawberry crepe sounds pretty good,” you mentioned to the barista.

“And I’ll have the chocolate croissant,” Shangqi jumped in. The barista gave the total cost of the order, and as you dug through your bag for your wallet, the professor handed the barista his credit card.

“Wait, I could’ve-”

“No need for that. Besides, I’m the one who invited you here, right?” You nodded in agreement, allowing him to pay for the order. Then, you both waited to the side counter, standing so close that your arms bumped in unison. Without acknowledging the closeness, you both smiled to yourselves, glancing at the ground.

After receiving your orders, you both settled into a cozy corner of the cafe. Shangqi rubbed his hands together to keep warm while you bit into the strawberry that sat atop the crepe. He stared at your lips as they puckered around the strawberry, his mind wandering to the dark depths that he only visited at night. You swallowed the fruit as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. In the blink of an eye, your professor steered himself back on track.

“So you’re probably wondering why I invited you to coffee.”

You shrugged with a small smirk. “Just a bit curious.”

Shangqi laughed, “So the reason I asked you here is because…” He twirled the cup around on the table as if the right words would magically appear. Well this may not be a surprise to you, but you were my best student. In fact, you received the highest grade out of all of my students.”

You gulped on the lump in your throat, beads of sweat forming on your palms. As much as you wanted to make eye contact while he spoke to you, your nerves got the best of you. Just the sheer thought of looking into his beautiful brown eyes would make you faint.

“I wanted to know if you would be interested in being my TA for the spring?” The muscles in Shangqi’s body tensed while he waited for your response. He relaxed when he saw the twinkle in your eyes. You were smiling so hard you had to hide behind your hand. Moments later, you nodded your head repetitively.

“Yes!” Your cheeks were sore from grinning. “Oh my gosh, yes! Wow, I am truly honored, Professor. Thank you so much!”

Shangqi sighed in relief and raised his cup towards you. “To the fall semester. And now, onto spring semester.” You tapped your cup with his and then simultaneously sipped your drinks. It was refreshing to hear only good news coming from your professor. You hummed happily thinking about how you get to spend more time with him.

Further into the coffee date, you noticed a shift in Shangqi. While you made small talk, he would eye your lips and lick his own. Was it a coincidence that he did that? Were you imagining things? Was he coming onto you? You assumed that you were overthinking everything, yet his every little move made your skin heat up.

Feeling bold, you grazed your foot against Shangqi to test how he would react to it. He didn’t seem phased by it until your foot crept up his leg. His jaw clenched in surprise and he removed his glasses to clean the lens. His imagination still ran wild as you slowly trailed your foot in between his calves.

Perfect. You got him.

To tease him more, you seductively ate the strawberry crepe that you had almost forgotten. You shut your eyes and moaned as the sweet treat hit your tastebuds. Something in Shangqi stirred as your innocent moans filled his ears and he gulped down another swig of his drink. Anything to distract himself from his mind diving deeper into that forbidden place. Meanwhile, you hid your smirk, knowing that you managed to get under your professor’s skin. In a good way, of course.

This continued until everyone in the cafe left for closing. You both took your time leaving the cafe. While Shangqi slid the crumbs off the table with a napkin, you took your time grabbing your bag behind you. It was really obvious that neither of you wanted to leave. Even the tired baristas picked up on you and Shangqi trying to prolong your date.

“Well, that was nice,” you announced once you finally exited the cafe. A wave of sadness washed over you, realizing you won’t be seeing your favorite professor for over a month.

“Yeah, it was a nice date,” Shangqi added, causing your heart to skip a beat. You smiled timidly at him. As much as you wanted to question him about it being a date, you didn’t want to pry. You were appreciative to have spent quality time with him before spending a lonely winter break at your apartment.

“Thank you, by the way,” you began. “For today. Actually, the whole semester. Out of all the professors that I’ve had, you’re my favorite. I can’t wait to be your TA.” Shangqi smiled at you, soaking up your kind words. You reached your hand out, waiting for him to shake it.

“I think we’re past handshakes now.” You lowered your hand slowly. “You’re gonna be my TA so we can be a bit more casual, don’t you think?” You snickered. Shangqi extended his arms and wrapped them around you when you closed the space between you two. You felt secure. You felt home. And you didn’t want to let go of that feeling. Neither did Shangqi.

Your professor pulled away just enough to look into your eyes longingly. The mixture of the nippy air and his comforting embrace caused goosebumps to form on your uncovered skin. His gaze moved down to your lips and his breath decelerated. Then, your voice snapped him back to the present.

“You know something, Professor?” Shangqi’s face plastered with perplexity. “I know you have been staring at my lips the moment we stepped in the cafe.” Shangqi tried to deny you but just ended up tripping over his words. He grew more nervous as he defended himself. It made you titter how the professor that always had a way with words became a blabbing mess over you.

“You can kiss me if you want.”

Shangqi chuckled at your forwardness, but proceeded to move his hands to your face. His rough hands cradled your jawline before leaning in to press his lips on yours. Your heart violently thumped against your chest and your stomach twisted as your lips danced to a beat that felt so familiar. After what felt like a lifetime, he pulled away for fresh air.

Shangqi was awestruck. By you, the kiss…by everything. All he could utter was, “Your lips taste like strawberries.” Yet, he still brought you to a fit of giggles.

“It was the-”

“The crepes. Yeah, I remember.” Like a pair of magnets, your lips were stuck on his again. His thumbs smoothed over your cheeks as you tugged on his winter coat. Your tongues almost simultaneously slipped into each other’s mouths, causing you to gasp as he explored the inside of your mouth. The bitter taste of coffee mixed with the sweetness of the pastry danced along your tastebuds. You craved to memorize the taste of his tongue, to have his lips imprinted on your body.

“Shangqi,” you stammered, as the kiss died on your lips. “I really like you. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it.” Now that you finally admitted your feelings for him, you wanted to burst into tears. Your head started to drop, but your professor tilted it back so you could gaze into his brown eyes.

“I really like you too.” Shangqi swiped your hair out of your face so he could bask in all your beauty. He sighed in joy, “God, it feels so good to say it. I have felt things for you ever since the first day. I never thought I would adore someone the way I adore you.” He sniffled, unsure if it was the tears he was fighting back or the cold winter catching up to him. “But, here we are. I’m not ashamed to admit how much I really like you.”

What started off as a short peck turned into another passionate kiss. You felt his lips form into a smile against your own. He nuzzled his nose against yours, causing you to snort quietly. A sound that Shangqi secretly loved.

“I don’t want you to go now. I wish we had more time together.” Shangqi caressed you as if it would be the last time he would ever be able to. A lightbulb in your head abruptly lit up when you remembered that you were basically spending all of winter break alone in your apartment. Perhaps, Shangqi could keep you company.

“My roommates are back home and I have the apartment to myself if you want to come over.”

Shangqi perked up. “Yeah I like that. Just text me the address and I’ll meet you there.” You nodded happily before he kissed you one more time. Both of you locked eyes before heading to your cars. You shared one last subtle laugh before easing your ways into your cars. The shape of his lips still lingered on yours, and you couldn’t wait to touch them again.

Now, you finally had something to look forward to during winter break. More appropriately, someone to look forward to.

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