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lesbianpepsi · 1 year ago
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sweet as cherries | part II
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pairing: jenna ortega x blind!fem!reader
summary: you finally go on the date Jenna promised you
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warnings: light swearing, r makes more blind jokes?, bad writing
authors note: thank you all so much for 800 followers, that's actually mental. love y'all <33
Jenna hadn't left your thoughts for longer than a minute since you met her a few days back at the cafe.
It was bad.
You couldn't stop yourself from thinking about her every single moment. 
Drinking cinnamon latte? Jenna. Your phone is ringing? You hoped it was Jenna calling. Heading towards the cafe? You hoped Jenna was there.
It was just Jenna, Jenna, Jenna. 
When she did call, hearing her voice again through technology wasn't anything like it was when you were a teenager watching one of her movies.
It was a thousand times better.
Hearing her voice actually speak to you, laugh at your terrible jokes and even compliment you made you feel as if you were in heaven. 
Her laugh was certainly one of your favourite things. 
As the days passed it reached Thursday, an exact week since you met Jenna at the cafe.
You were interrupted in the middle of listening to an audiobook by a phone call from Jenna. You giddily answered the phone with a smile already plastered on your face. 
"Hey Jenna." 
"Hey Y/n, how've you been today?" She asked you, hearing her saying your name never failed to make butterflies appear in your stomach. 
You shrugged your shoulders as you relaxed even further into the couch. "I've been alright thanks for asking, I've been stuck in the house all day 'cause of the rain. You?"
"It's raining heavily today, hasn't it?" You hummed in agreement. "I've been alright thanks for asking, tired but alright. Hopefully I'm gonna make yours better."
You chuckled as you raised your eyebrows as if she was with you. "Oh?"
Jenna giggled nervously through the phone, her angelic laugh making your smile soften. 
"I'm not working tomorrow so I was wondering if you'd like to go on that date I promised you?" She inquired with a tone to her voice that you never had heard before.
Without thinking you began nodding your head eagerly, soon after coughing awkwardly as you internally thanked the fact Jenna did not see your reaction.
"I'd love to go on a date with you." You answered her speedily making Jenna laugh at your jumbled words. "Yeah?" She asked again, you could practically hear her smirk through the phone.
"Yeah, I've been waiting all week for you to ask me out." You immediately regret your words as Jenna hums through the phone. "All week?" She teases, now you know she has a shit eating smirk on her face.
"You know what, I think I'll be busy tomorrow." This only made Jenna let out a laugh. "What a shame, guess I'll just have to go on a date with someone else."
"Oh look at that, my schedule just freed, turns out I am free tomorrow. No need to get a replacement for me." You admitted swiftly, laughing lightly yourself.
"Good, I don't think I could've found someone as good as you to go on a date with me." She answered with a cheeky smile on her face. 
Your heart skipped a beat at her words. She definitely knew how to charm someone, that you're sure about. 
"Well isn't that lucky for the both of us then." You concluded with a smile toying on your lips. "What're we gonna do?" 
"I've already planned everything out." Jenna says as she shuffled around in her seat.
"Really? What're we gonna be doing then?" You asked her curiously switching your phone to your other hand.
Jenna chuckled. "You'll have to wait till tomorrow to see." 
You groaned loudly, throwing your head backwards as you leaned against the head against the couch. 
"Really? You're gonna make me wait?"
"Yep!" Jenna exclaimed.
"I hate you." You grumbled through the phone, rolling your eyes as you did so. Jenna laughed, "You sure about that?" 
"No." You grumbled with a soft smile. "You're annoying, Jen." 
"What a way to woo a girl." Jenna replied, a small blush on her cheeks at the nickname. "I'll pick you up tomorrow around six?" 
"Well I certainly won't be drinking to pick you up." You said, sarcasm dripping off of your voice.
"Ha-ha. I bet you're trying not to laugh right now." A small giggle erupted from your chest at her nods, smiling a crooked smile.
"Maybe."
Jenna laughed freely as she shook her head, smiling like a fool. "So six?"
"I'll be waiting." 
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To say you're nervous is an understatement. You're fucking petrified. 
It hadn't hit you till after you and Jenna ended the call -which lasted another hour- that you're going on a date with America's It Girl. 
At Jenna's decision to not tell you where you'll be going it took you an entire hour to get changed.
After many, many outfit changes you decided on white long sleeve dress shirt, basic black pants along with a pair of even more basic black boots. 
Classy but something most people would wear on a daily basis. 
"Hey Alexa, what time is it?" You yelled out as you held your cane with a strong grip, your knee bouncing nervously up and down. 
"It's currently 5:59, one minute till your date with Jenna Ortega, a famous actress who was born on September twenty seventh-"
"Okay, okay, thank you Alexa."  You interrupted, not wanting to hear the machine ramble on about your date.
The clicking of the clock filled the silent apartment making you feel more nervous as the time ticked down. 
Would you make a fool of yourself? Will Jenna find out that she's actually not interested in you? What if it's awkward? What if-
"It's six in the evening, you are scheduled to go on a date with Jenna Ortega." Alexa spoke again, interrupting your internal self doubting. 
The exact moment the bot stopped talking gentle knocks were heard from your front door. You swallowed nervously as you stood up, leaning on your cane momentarily before you headed over to the door.
Taking a deep breath you twist the door-handle and pull it open, a nervous smile on your face.
"Y/n," Jenna says breathlessly with her own nervous smile on her face. "You look beautiful. Gorgeous even."
You blushed heavily at her words, looking down as if that would hide your blush. 
"Thank you, I don't doubt that you look even more beautiful." You reply with a grin, lifting your head to look in her direction.
Jenna laughed playfully as she gazed at you, her eyes flickering over your body as she admired how good you looked.
"Thank you. Are you ready to go?" 
You nod your head happily, stretching your hand out to where you know the coat rack was at, you feel around the different fabrics before you feel the texture for your black trench coat. 
Grabbing it, you quickly put it on as you take a step outside, closing the door behind you. 
"You gonna tell me where we're heading to?" You ask her as you instinctively go to grab Jenna's elbow with your free hand, letting her lead you towards your car, her being a step ahead of you.
Jenna didn't protest at the contact and even smiled at it. "You're just gonna have to wait." She replies with a grin as she directs you towards her car.
"Seriously?" You complain as you arrive at Jenna's car. Jenna opens the car door for you, making sure you don't bump your head on top of the car as you enter. Passing her your cane she closed the door as she carefully put it in the backseat, joining you in the front behind the wheel soon after.
"As serious as pie." Jenna says as she begins to drive, the car engine revving lowly as she drives off. 
You turn to look at her with furrowed eyebrows, laughing confusedly. "As serious as pie? I have never heard that before. What's so serious about pies?" 
Jenna smiled as she focused her eyes on the road, resisting the urge to let out a small laugh. "Pies sound like spies."
"Then why don't you say you are as serious as spies?" You ask even more confused, laughing amused as you push your thick black sunglasses back up your nose.
"When I was younger I constantly got the two mixed up so If I wanted an actual pie I'd ask: 'Can I have a spy?' I don't know how I mixed them up, but somehow I did." Jenna answered you with her own laugh, smiling from ear to ear as she heard you laugh even harder.
"It gets worse too. I remember I wanted to watch a Spy movie so my confused self asked 'Can I watch pie?'. So at the young age of four years old someone - I still don't remember who- did what I asked for and put on American Pie for me." 
You couldn't help but laugh as you shook your head, amused by Jenna's story. "Oh poor sweet innocent baby Jenna." You said in between laughs.
"I think it was so traumatising that I've completely blanked it out, I only know the story since my Mom likes to bring it up during family holidays." Jenna laughs as she flicks the indicators on, the low ticking noise being heard between your and Jenna's laughs. "The time she walked into the living room to her four year old daughter watching American Pie."
"I can't even imagine your moms face walking into that." You exclaim as your laughter finally dies down, your crooked grin never leaving your face.
After Jenna's story the car is filled with low music from the radio. Eventually you feel Jenna stop and park the car, leaving the car before arriving outside your door moments later, opening it up for you as she hands you your cane.
"Thanks," You whispered as you gripped at the cane with your dominant hand, your other hand reaching out for Jenna's elbow. 
At first you waved it across the air but Jenna quickly came back to your side and guided your non-dominant hand to her elbow.
"I feel like it isn't fair that I literally can't see where we are, so you finally gonna tell me?" You asked as you walked with Jenna, letting her guide you as your cane glided against the floor. 
"It isn't much but I booked us reservations at a restaurant, I made sure to pick the best one in town." You smiled as you unconsciously licked your lips at the mention of food.
"The best one, huh? Is it also the fanciest?" You teased with an appreciative smile, showing Jenna that you were truly thankful about her planning the date.
Jenna blushed as she chuckled, glancing over at your side profile briefly before back at the restaurant in front of you two.
As you neared the entrance a man in a tight suit opened the glass door for the two of you, his smile as wide as it was fake as he rehearsed his line for the probably hundredth time.
"Welcome to The Crown, I hope you enjoy your meals." Jenna smiled politely at him as she entered the restaurant with you by her side.
Immediately low chatter and sounds of cutlery was heard throughout the entire restaurant, filling up your sensitive ears with the sounds.
Jenna guided you towards the check in where another man stood in with a fake smile plastered on his face, a formal suit on his figure. She smiled up at  him as she came to a halt, you stopping beside her, never letting go of her elbow. 
"Hi, reservations under the name Ortega." She said with a ravishing smile. 
The smell of the food was intoxicating as it flooded your nose, you definitely are going to enjoy your dinner tonight, that's for sure.
"I'm sorry but I see no reservations under the name Ortega." The man apologised in an overly fake apologetic tone that you couldn't help but notice.
Jenna's eyes widened dramatically as she shook her head, taking a step close to where the man stood behind the small podium with an iPad attached to it.
"Are you sure? I made reservations three days ago." Jenna insisted with a polite voice as she laughed nervously. "What about Jenna?" She tried again.
The man hissed as he shook his head at Jenna. "I'm sorry but there are no reservations under the name Ortega or Jenna. We've recently hired new staff and it gets hectic over the summer so one of them have probably mixed up the reservations. Sorry." He answers, dragging out the letter 'y' much longer than necessary.
Jenna sighed as she turned to face you, a frown on her face. "I'm so sorry, Y/n." You turned your head to the direction of her voice, a crooked smile still on your lips. "There's nothing to be sorry about, it isn't your fault the reservations got messed up." 
She sighed as she looked down at the ground, embarrassed that she had ruined your and hers first date. "Still, this night was supposed to be perfect but now we have nowhere to eat." The brunette apologised again in a thick voice.
You shake your head at her as you squeezed at her elbow reassuringly. "We can still have a great night, Jen, c'mon let's go for a walk and we can figure it out then." 
Jenna reluctantly nodded her head after a few seconds, raising her hand to lay it over yours for a second before she slowly turned around, making sure you were turning with her slowly. 
"Let's go," She affirmed, walking out of the restaurant with a small frown still on her face.
Jenna and you stayed silent for a few minutes as you walked down the lively street. The actress felt a gnawing sense of guilt in her stomach every time she glanced at you.
You on the other hand still had a smile toying on your lips, more than happy to just be around Jenna. You sense Jenna was feeling guilty about the 'supposed' ruined date, but to you the date wasn't ruined at all, a minor hiccup.
"Can I ask you a question?" You abruptly ask her as you turn your head to look at her face.
"You just asked me one." She retorted, glancing back at you with a grin. You rolled your eyes under your black glasses. "Of course you're that type of person. Bet if you were a teacher and I asked if I can go to the bathroom you'd say: 'I don't know, can you?'" 
Jenna laughed as she shook her head, the corners of her eyes crinkling up in delight as she did so. "Wow, you really do think that low of me." She teased back with her own playfulness. 
"Of course I do, I loathe you so much I'm going on a date with you." You disclosed with noticeable sarcasm in your voice as you chuckled. "Seriously though, can I ask you a question?"
"I don't know, can you?" Jenna replied without any hesitation.
"You're hilarious, can't you see I'm laughing my ass off right now?" You replied dryly, acting annoyed, but the twitch of the corner of your lips telling a completely different story. 
"What did you wanna ask me?" Jenna finally asked you, putting you out of your misery as you two walked down the lit up street.
"Is it weird seeing your face plastered absolutely everywhere?" You questioned her with genuine curiosity. "Not like I've ever even seen your face before, but is it weird or have you gotten used to it?"
Jenna stifled a little laugh at your joke as she shrugged her shoulders weakly. "It was a massive shock in the beginning, if I'm being honest. Out of all my projects I never expected Wednesday to be my biggest break. It took some time for me to start getting used to it, it can still be very stressful at times but I've gotten much better at managing it compared to how I was in November."
Your thumb caressed against Jenna's shirt as you two walked, a small encouraging smile on your face as you listened to Jenna talk.
Unknown to you Jenna smiled softly at the feeling of your caressing her lightly.
"I know for a fact I'll never get used to the paparazzis, they're the fucking worst with their blinding flashing cameras." She complains. No star will ever get used to the invasion of privacy at every given moment of their life.
You snorted a laugh. "Guess if they ever see us together in public I'll be okay then."
Jenna stayed silent for a moment, confused by your words until she finally got your joke. The latina bit her lower lip to hide the laugh wanting to escape from her, a smirk on her lips. 
Before Jenna could say anything she felt you grip her tighter as you stopped walking, she immediately turned to you full of worry but by the wide smile on your face she quickly calmed herself down.
"I know what we're gonna have for dinner." You exclaimed with a delighted smile. "If there's one thing I can smell better than cinnamon latte it's wood-fired pizza trucks." 
Her eyes glanced around at your words and to her surprise a wood-fired pizza truck was at the corner of the street, only a small line of people queuing.
"You're a genius, Y/n. Let's go." Jenna eagerly said, walking towards it at a pace quicker than usual. You followed along with her just as eagerly, both of you having wide smiles on your faces.
As the two of you arrived at the food truck there were only three other people in front of you, an incredibly small line for a Friday night. 
Standing beside Jenna you turned your head in her direction, your smile nervous as you nodded towards the truck.
"Can you read the menu to me, please?" You gingery asked her with a taut voice, Jenna nodded her head without hesitation, turning to read the menu as she listed off the different types of pizzas and what's on them.
After Jenna read the entire menu to you, you decided on a barbecue chicken pizza and Jenna going for a pizza called clucking spicy.
Jenna stepped forward, you followed her as you reached the front of the truck, the strong smells of different flavours and fire sneaking into your nose.
"What can I get for you two lovely ladies?" The owner said in a cheery voice as he leaned against the counter, gawking down at the two of you.
Jenna looked up at him with her own polite smile. "Hi can I get one twelve inch clucking spicy pizza, one twelve inch barbecue chicken pizza and can I have one can of cherryade as well please."
"Of course, the drink is on the house, darling." He replied still with a cheery voice as he wrote down the orders on a notepad. 
You grinned at the sound of a free drink while Jenna shook her head, smiling nervously. "Are you sure? I can pay if you want." She insisted.
The man shook his head. "And I insist it's for free, my youngest daughter loves you in that show -oh what's the name. Oh! Stuck in the Middle, she watches it every morning before school."
Your heart practically melted at the man's words, your smile turning soft as you listened intently to their small conversation.
Jenna blushed lightly from embarrassment as she smiled up at the man.
"Oh, thank you so much, sir. How much is it for the pizzas?" She asked as she pulled out a wallet from her pocket.
You shook your head as you squeezed her elbow again, stealing her attention away from her own wallet. "I'll pay for it." You tell her with a smile.
Jenna shakes her own head as she gazes at your face. "No, it's fine, I'll pay."
"Jen, seriously I can pay, you already managed to make it cheaper so you've done your part." You laughed, loosening your hold on her as you shoved your hand into the pocket of your trench coat, searching for your wallet.
"Paying is the least I can do." Jenna argued back as she turned to look at the man who had an amused look on his face, his eyes flickering between you two.
"How much?" She asked again.
"Sixteen." He said with a small chuckle. 
You swiftly pulled out your wallet pulling out a twenty as you placed it on the counter before Jenna or the man could say anything. 
"Y/n!" Jenna complained as she turned to glare at you. You smiled in the man's direction as you ignored the feeling of Jenna's eyes staring into your side profile. 
He bellowed out a laugh as he shook his head, taking the twenty as he fiddled around with the cashier. "Young love." He muttered to himself with a smile.
The man gave you the change along with a small slip of paper with your order number on it. "The food will be ready soon." He says before turning around to help with the orders.
You passed Jenna the slip of paper as the two of you made your way to a bench. Once you two are sitting down you hear her snort a laugh next to you.
"What?" You asked with a nervous smile, your fingers tapping against your cane. Jenna had a smirk on her face as she fiddled with the paper. "We're order number sixty nine." She explained in a dirty voice as she resisted the urge to laugh. 
You couldn't help but laugh lightly. "Seriously? What are you, a teenage boy?" You teased her, shuffling closer to her subtly.
"Hey! You're laughing too so you find it just as funny as I do." She jabbed back with a playful expression as she gazed at you, a look of pure admiration on her face.
Conversations flowed easily between you and Jenna for the rest of the night, almost as if it was the easiest thing ever. As easy as walking, listening even breathing.
The two of you ate your beyond amazing pizzas after giggling like children after hearing the man's voice booming voice yell, "Sixty nine!" across the street. 
Jenna drank all of the cherryade to herself but you honestly didn't mind, you stole a few sips and that was more than enough for you. The drink itself was sweet and okay at best.
Hours passed as you and Jenna sat on the bench, chatting and laughing away like there was no tomorrow. Eventually the two of you had to part ways as it somehow reached midnight before you even knew it.
Jenna, the gentlewoman she is, took you home and even walked you to your door.
You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears as you lingered in the doorway to your house, your body facing Jenna's.
 "I had a really good time, Jenna, thank you." You say, Jenna smiles at you as she takes a small step closer to you. "It definitely wasn't how I expected the night heading but I really enjoyed myself too."
Swallowing your anxiety you smiled at her taking your own limpid step closer to her.  "Does that mean there will be another date?" You ask her in a hopeful voice, your anxiety crawling back up your throat with each word you uttered.
Jenna laughed her heavenly laugh as she bit her bottom lip. "I'd love nothing more than a second date." 
"Love huh? I must've really made a good impression on you then." You teased her in a weak attempt to try to calm down the erratic beating of your heart. Convinced if Jenna and you stayed silent she would've been able to hear it pounding against your chest.
"Wanna know what I would love even more?" Jenna asks in a soft voice, taking her another step closer to you. You shake your head 'no' at her question, a sensation of butterflies gnawing at your stomach.
Jenna moved even closer placing a gentle hand on your waist, a blush burned at the tip of your ears at the feeling. She slowly leaned closer to you until her mouth hovered over your ear, you could feel her breath against your ear. Goosebumps swiftly erupted all over your body at the feeling.
"For a goodnight kiss." She whispered with a smirk, enjoying the way your cheeks burned as furiously as your ears at her words.
Carefully you raised your hand as you placed your palm on her cheek, sighing contently at the feeling of her soft smooth skin. 
Jenna pulled away from your ear as she gazed at your lips; you could feel her low quick breaths against your own lips.
"And I'd love nothing more than to make you happy." You declared in a small voice before pulling Jenna in for a kiss.
The sensation of Jenna's lips on yours immediately caused a larger swarm of butterflies in your stomach as well as making your knees feel much weaker. Your other hand quickly grabbed at her waist, sighing quietly as you kissed Jenna.
She tasted like cherries; a sweet taste you could feel yourself becoming addicted to. 
Jenna's own arm was wrapped around your neck as she pulled you even closer to her.
If you thought your favourite thing about Jenna was her honey like voice, then it definitely had some competition as you could only describe kissing Jenna as one word.
Heavenly.
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skimmingmilk · 15 days ago
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Any Shadow and Tails hcs?
Sorry this took a minute, anon! I had written up several headcanons a few days ago and then my browser crashed and I lost everything I wrote ^^;; it took a minute to find the motivation to write them up again. 
I wasn't sure if you only wanted headcanons of Shadow and Tails in relation to each other, or if you wanted separate ones for them as well, so I tried to think of a little of both! 
Shadow:
Though black coffee is his drink of choice, Shadow also enjoys a cup of rooibos tea when he's looking for something a little more relaxing. Decaffeinated coffee doesn't quite do it for him. And he only drinks his coffee hot. He judges Rouge whenever she gets an iced latte.
He's very good at painting nails, but only Rouge knows this. She's the only one he'll offer to do it for - and it's always in exchange for something like intel or tech. He learned how for the bad days where Maria couldn't keep her hands steady and got frustrated. He'd paint her nails so she could feel pretty.
Shadow likes Barry Manilow (this is mostly a joke xD …mostly). But seriously, I do think he enjoys listening to a wide variety of music though. He was limited to what tapes they had on the ARK, a lot of it whatever the scientists and Maria liked listening to, so he enjoys experiencing different genres of music just to get a feel for them. He doesn’t necessarily like all music, but there’s something to be said for just experiencing it, even if he doesn’t like it. He’s also intrigued by live music, especially since Maria was just starting to learn to play guitar when her parents sent one up with the supply ship for her twelfth birthday. That was the only experience he'd had with live music until arriving on Mobius.
Tails:
Though he drinks coffee, he does it out of pure necessity. His taste buds are still a kid's, after all, so he loads up his caffeine with sugar, flavored syrups, whipped cream, and marshmallows. When he discovers cold brew, he finds that a bit more palatable since the beans aren't made as bitter by the heat when roasting them, but he still needs flavors and cream. He actually prefers energy drinks if he’s looking for a caffeine boost, but coffee makes him feel more grown-up. Yes, even with the marshmallows.
He doesn’t read as much fiction as Sonic, but he does have a pretty large collection of comic books and graphic novels. There are some series he’s followed since he was little, which offer a bit of stability/familiarity for him when not much was a constant in his life aside from Sonic and fighting Eggman.
When he was little, Tails begged Sonic to teach him guitar. He was quickly embarrassed though, because it wasn’t something he took to naturally. They made a little progress, but as he got older he stopped asking for lessons as much, so Sonic assumed he lost interest. But sometimes when he knows Sonic’s not going to be around for a while, Tails will take out the guitar and practice by himself, though he never tells Sonic about it.
Shadow and Tails:
Shadow doesn’t actually have beef with Tails. When Team Dark came across Team Sonic in Sonic Heroes for the first time since the events of SA2 and started fighting, Shadow identified Tails as their aerial support and would save his teammates from falling into the jungle river. He also picked up on the fact that Sonic’s battle tactics focused primarily on protecting his team, and that he was holding back from full-out attacking Shadow. Part of him wanted to see that blue hedgehog’s full potential, though he couldn't really pinpoint why at the time. So it was a strategic decision to take out Tails first by kicking him in the head, nothing personal.
Scratch that, Shadow does have beef with him whenever he catches Tails drinking cold brew (this is also a joke lol, if he didn't fight the kid over putting marshmallows in his coffee, he's not gonna fight him over cold brew).
Tails has better accuracy than Shadow with a firearm, but Shadow is a quicker draw and has a faster reaction time. They both prefer to use non-lethal ammunition as a method of stunning opponents, though the Tornado and Cyclone do have lethal weaponry systems, however, since Tails often needs as much firepower as possible when going against Eggman’s air fleet. But those are just robots, so it's okay!
Tails is one of the few people who knows Shadow’s “birthday,” or at least, his “creation day.” He learned it by going through G.U.N.’s files when Amy asked him to, because she really, really wanted to know when his birthday was. He only looked it up after she promised not to throw a party for Shadow (she wasn’t going to, Tails, she just wanted to get him a card and a little gift!). Rouge is the only other person who knows his birthday - also from G.U.N.’s files - but she knows Shadow doesn’t want to be fussed over too much, so keeps everything low-key as well.
I think that's enough for now! I feel like I'm not as good at writing up headcanons independently as I am incorporating them into fics, but I hope this was along the lines of what you were looking for, anon! If you have more specifics hcs you're curious about, let me know :)
Thank you for the ask!
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thehereticdiaries · 22 days ago
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WKTO: Breakfast and Boy Bands
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Summary: You and Chelsea have a mini freak out over your breakfast invite. Meanwhile, Hongjoong isn't very happy with San. But don't worry, the members warm up to you at the cafe!
Mostly written story and texts with a few tweets
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You didn't put your phone down until Chelsea threw a pillow at you, smacking you right in the face. You yelped and fell over dramatically, earning an eye roll from your best friend.
"Dude it's almost 2am! You know how long it takes me to get ready, I have to be up by 7 if we're gonna get to breakfast at 9," Chelsea whined and buried her head under her remaining pillow.
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry, geez." You switched off your phone and burrowed under the blankets. Both of you fell asleep within minutes, exhausted from the excitement of the day.
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Hongjoong was beyond frustrated. He honestly couldn't believe his members could be so reckless. It was no use arguing about it, since the only one on his side was Jongho.
"Seriously, Seonghwa. Asking a fan to join us at breakfast? What was San thinking?" The tired captain complained to the equally tired eldest member.
"I know, Hongjoong. You've said it four times already. Just go to sleep."
"Fine."
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You woke up almost an hour and a half after Chelsea. Unlike your friend, most days you only needed about 20 minutes to get ready for the day. Sure, on special occasions you go all out, but this was a simple breakfast at a simple cafe with a simple... idol group. Suddenly your weather-appropriate denim shorts and baby tee felt way too lackluster for a meeting with fucking Ateez.
"Chelseeeeaaaa I can't go wearing this!" You flopped face-first into your bed.
"Y/N, they're just people. Our outfits are fine." Chelsea was one of those people that wore leggings no matter the weather. Today was no different, as she wore plain black leggings and a halter-style tank top. You were surprised you were able to convince her to wear her one-and-only pair of ripped jeans to the concert.
"I am so jealous of your ability to stay so chill." She snorted at your grumbling, grabbing your hands to pull you to your feet.
"Let's go, it's almost 9." After grabbing your phone, wallet, and room key, you and Chelsea speed-walked to the cafe. You ended up a few minutes late, and when the bell jingled above the door eight sets of eyes turned on the two of you.
"Atiny!" San beamed, being the first to stand and greet you. "I'm happy you decided to come. You must be Chelsea."
"That's me," she nodded. She peeked around his shoulder to the other members. "I guess we'll join you guys after we order our food?"
"Oh, we haven't ordered yet," Yeosang smirked at San, who was frantically trying to shush him without drawing your attention.
"How come?" You titled your head in confusion.
"San and Mingi insisted on waiting for you to start," Wooyoung snickered behind his hand.
"Yah! Don't bring me into this!"
"Well it's true! You're the one that said we couldn't let a pretty girl pay for herself," Yunho teased very loudly, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
"Watch it, Song." Chelsea pointed at the tall idol.
"Wh-"
"This is my best friend right here." She shook your shoulders roughly. "I don't take kindly to boys messing with her feelings."
"Chelsea!" You swatted her hands away, having dealt with her 'protective older sister' mode many times in the past. Poor Mingi was beet-red and floundering to defend himself.
"Relax, I'm joking. Mostly," she waved you off and walked to the table, leaving you and San behind. You would never understand where she got her abundance of confidence. You pinched the bridge of your nose, fighting back a blush of your own.
"Come on," San urged you forward with a hand between your shoulder-blades. You sat between Yunho and Yeosang, glaring at Chelsea as she abandoned you for Seonghwa. The cafe had a cute little menu full of specialty lattes and pastries. Hongjoong wrote his members' orders down before looking at you expectantly.
"O-oh, I can pay for my own. It's no-"
"Just let him," Yeosang whispered to you behind his hand. "He won't admit it, but he wants to treat you both."
"I can hear you, Yeosang," Hongjoong leveled the younger member with a flat glare. Reluctantly, you told the leader your order. Chelsea did not hesitate, but thankfully didn't go overboard.
"So, are you students?" And through the power of small-talk, you felt yourself beginning to relax. Hongjoong returned with a table number shortly into the conversation.
"You drove four hours to see our show?!" Wooyoung gaped between you and Chelsea.
"This was the closest venue, so yup!" Your friend quipped, thumbs flying over her phone screen as she texted one of her other group chats.
"It still blows my mind that we have such dedicated fans," San gushed, smiling widely at the two of you. Pretty soon, two food runners brought out your drinks and pastries. You ate quietly, letting Chelsea lead the conversation for you.
"Are you alright?" Yunho asked softly, leaning close to your ear. You shivered as his breath fanned over your skin.
"I'm okay. I just take a while to open up. Plus, I'm feeling a little starstruck right now," you assured him. He nodded, squeezing your shoulder and straightening out in his seat. You were very aware of the arm he left draped over the back of your chair. Based on the look you got from Chelsea, she noticed as well. The rest of the meal went by more normally than you expected. Chelsea was right: they were just people. You all stood in the hotel lobby to say your final goodbyes.
"Thank you. I honestly never expected to meet you, let alone have the opportunity to hang out," you grinned at the idols. They moved toward the elevator, several members stopping to give you and Chelsea quick hugs. You waited patiently for them to enter the elevator so you could properly freak out with your best friend. San stopped just outside as the doors closed, waving to a pissed-off Hongjoong.
"What are you doing? Aren't you gonna get in trouble for this?" Chelsea asked as he jogged back up to you.
"He'll get over it." He looked directly at you now. "Can I get your number?" You froze, eyes wide and face turning a bright pink.
"YES!" You cringed at your friend's shout. She cleared her throat. "Yes, you can have her number. It's xxx-xxx-xxxx." San scrambled to write it down, calling you right away so you'd know it was actually him and not some weirdo catfish. You continued to stare wordlessly as he stepped into the elevator, disappearing from your sight moments later.
You could only think of one thing to say: "Oh. My. GOD."
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bloodycotton · 3 months ago
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Day nine, i had to imagine what do those pumpkin spice latte taste bc i had never tried one and honestly starbucks in my country is too pricy.
Prompts by: @raven-cincaide-words
(English is NOT my first language)
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Day 9.- Pumpkin Spice Latte
Ricardo Morales (Law and Order: LA, 2010) X Fem!reader
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The new member of the team, only an intern from law school, and the truth is Ricardo didn't even trust her to tidy his desk, so he sent her to get the coffee. 
‘Boss’ You put a coffee on his desk, with a smile on your face. 
Ricardo lowered the papers to reveal his face, thick eyebrows arched, giving him an expression that indicated you had already done something wrong. 
"What's that?" he asked as his eyes stopped on the little plastic cup in front of him, he was expecting his usual Americano, a new taste he had acquired a couple of months ago now, it kept him awake during the hours of exhaustive work he had to do, more so now that he had to fix the mistakes the student was making. 
"A Pumpkin Spice Latte," you told him, your smile widening. You were almost done for the day, so maybe a little fun with your boss's drink wouldn't hurt. 
Ricardo arched his eyebrow even more, which you didn't know what he could do, and pursed his lips, staring at the glass with the brownish-orange drink in it. I didn't even need to look at you to know you had that don't-break-a-plate expression on your face, I could even swear you were biting your lip to hold back the goofy grin that gave away your stupidity. 
‘Pumpkin Spice Latte?’ he remarked with some distaste, taking the cup in his hand that looked like if he wanted to he could enclose all the plastic in his palm, and lifting it up to look at the thick liquid. 
The man took a sip of the brown liquid, set it down on his desk, and crossed one of his large arms over the desk, his black eyes staring at you. He showed no reaction, but inside he was about to scream in disgust, that coffee tasted like a pumpkin milkshake, the furthest thing from a strong espresso, but his expression was unperturbed, his only reaction was to rest the index finger and thumb of his right hand on the bridge of his nose. 
At his expression, you couldn't help but stifle a chuckle, there was one thing that helped with the stress of working for an important and somewhat grumpy district attorney, and that was stressing him out. 
The man frowned even more, he didn't find anything funny about the foul taste of a coffee full of condiments so he could call it autumn, but the last thing he wanted was to end up in an argument over coffee with the girl.
"You think that's funny?" he asked annoyed, big black eyes fixed on your smile. It was the hardest thing Ricardo had to put up with, putting up with the intern's nonsense.
"A little bit."
The man huffed irritably and ran his hand through his dark hair, he regretted asking the intern to fetch coffees without specifying which one he wanted, but then again, who would think of a Pumpkin Spice Latte when you think of coffee? You couldn't even say it was coffee.
Ricardo snorted, taking the cup in his hand and standing up, taking a slow walk around the desk, so that he was facing you, leaning a little so that he was closer to your height. He wore a serious expression, and even though he was quite a bit taller than you, he still leaned down as far as he could to look you in the eye.
"Now, give me one reason why I'm not kicking you out right now." Now you'd really screwed up, you thought, but it was a bit of a joke, and besides, you had bought him a coffee like he'd asked you to. 
"Relax, it was a little joke, besides that was mine, here's your coffee" You told him, a little intimidated by your boss, he was irritated, very irritated, he had had a horrible day, there was still an hour to go, and he still had to put up with your bullshit as a student still on probation.
But it was true, in your other hand you were holding the coffee that was really for him, a little white cardboard cup that had his name on the side in black ink, and he realised that the one you had put in his hands had your name on it. 
His expression changed slightly, the grimace of irritation disappeared, and he relaxed a little at your nervousness. He looked down at the cup in his hand and made a disgusted expression again, accepting the cup you handed him, eyeing you suspiciously as he took a sip and handed yours back to you. 
The taste was better than he expected, as you had asked for a Ristretto, it was similar to espresso, but a little more concentrated, as it was made with less water, but it wasn't bitter. 
"You'd better not try it ever again," he warned you. 
“If you give me less hours” You bargained, you wanted to leave earlier. 
"No."
"It was worth a shot" You shrugged, as you sipped your Pumpkin spice latte, it was nice to spend a couple of hours in that office.
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yelenasdiary · 2 years ago
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Secret Mission
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Denvers, Maria Hill, Pepper Potts, Yelena Belova & Kate Bishop x Reader (All Platonic)
Summary: You & the girls go out for the monthly ‘secret mission’ 
| Fluff | No Warnings | 0.9K | 
AC: This idea comes from @libraylove754 sending me gifs of Wanda, Yelena & Nat followed by a gif of a cup of coffee! I hope you enjoy this x – sorry about the ending, I found this rather tricky to right for some reason!
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Once a month, you and the other girls get together for coffee, something normal, away from the boys to just chill, chat and relax. Originally it was Kate's idea, trust the most social one to drag you all out, right? The boys back at the compound always questioned where you all would get too but none of you told them that it was just a simple coffee catch up, so, like men, they joked about it and called it "The Girls Secret Mission". 
As you walked into the local coffee shop, the staff had already reserved a table of 8, ready for you all. You couldn't see anybody else insight has you stepped on it, your eyes searched the small shop that was slightly busier than usual but still, you couldn't see any of your friends. 
"Ah, you made it!" Carol came up behind you, almost giving you a fright. "Me? Looks like you're late too!" you chuckled, the two of you walking over to the reserved table, "I wouldn't say we're the late ones by the looks of it" Carol smiled, pulling her chair out.
"Actually, you guys are kind of late" a Sokovian accent made you turn slightly to see Wanda smiling softly with a donut and coffee in hand, "I have a feeling you were craving this?" she ask before placing the coffee mug and donut in front of you. "Thanks Wands! How did you kn-" you paused when you realised she'd read your thoughts, "never mind" you added with a chuckle. 
"What about mine?" Carol jokingly pouted, "well, maybe when you make up your mind on what you want to drink then I'll get your order too" Wanda replied with a smirk before taking a seat next to you. "Nat's in the bathroom and Yelena is finding a park" Wanda added. 
"Good morning! Sorry I'm a tad late, I couldn't get Tony to shut it about his new project!" Pepper sighed lightly before taking a seat across from you, next to Carol. "Don't stress" you smiled, "Yelena, Maria or Kate aren't here yet" you added before taking a sip on of your latte. 
After a good solid 10 minutes, everybody was finally seated and waiting for their order, well, not everybody. Kate came into the café, hands full of shopping bags that she dropped at her feet before taking a seat beside you, "Kate Bishop, nice of you to finally join us" Yelena looked at her friend. "Yeah, sorry about that! I was trying to do a quick shop around for clints birthday, I couldn't decide what he'd like best so Natty Nat, I need your help" Kate smiled proudly at the red head across from her. 
Natasha looked up at the young Avenger in an almost disgusted look, "did you just call me Natty Nat?" she questioned with a cocked brow. 
"S-sorry, I didn't think" Kate slumped down into her chair before the rest of you all chuckled. 
The café was already loud enough but ask any other customer, most the of chatter and laughter was coming from the table full of Avengers. "I could go for another latte, anybody else want anything while I'm up?" you offered as you stood from your seat. "A latte isn't a real coffee, Y/n Y/l/n" Yelena commented before taking another sip of her coffee. 
"And boxed mac n cheese isn't a real meal" you looked to the blonde with a smirk. 
"I'll come up with you" Maria smiled before downing the rest of her coffee. 
You and Maria took the others second order while the others started to secretly talk about the surprise that had been planned for you. 
"They have no idea!" Kate smiled proudly once more, "yeah the excuse for presents for Clint worked a charm" Carol replied. 
KB: Uh? Oh no, most of these are actually for Clint. 
NR: But his birthday is still two months away?
KB: I know but he is so hard to shop for! 
YB: She always shops months early for people, the apartment is currently full of crap she needs to return once she works out the perfect gift.
KB: Hey! it's better than what you gift people
YB: Nothing wrong with gift cards, they get whatever they want, and I don't have to think too much about it.
NR: I'm with Yelena on that one.
PP: Guys, the surprise party. It's tonight, do we have anything ready?
CD: Yeah, the boys are setting up the compound now.
NR: Peter said something about Aunt May had been up since 5am cooking.
PP: She has, that's where I'm headed after this. Maria too.
NR: I'm taking Y/n bike shopping so that'll but you all more time.
CD: Shh, they're coming. 
Carol's shush wasn't as quiet as she thought, you took your seat and looked around the table at the others. "Did I miss something?" you asked, they all shook their heads, "Why are you guys all acting weird all of a sudden?" you added. 
"We were just making fun of Yelena and her love for mac n cheese" Kate pitched in before pulling one of her shopping bags onto the table, "do you think Clint would like this?" she asked, distracting you from the odd behavior from the group. She showed off a new arrow sack. 
"He has that one" Natasha replied, causing Kate to sigh. "It's a lovely idea though" you patted Kate on her back. 
For the next hour, all of you enjoyed your last cups of warm goodness before all parting ways. You and Natasha went motorbike shopping, not that she was really looking for anything, but it was enough to keep you from guessing what was really going on. Your birthday was just around the corner, 2 weeks away in fact and for once the entire team wanted to surprise you without you finding out like you always did. 
Safe to say, the surprise went undetected and you even made Natasha buy a motorbike!
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sour-heart-treats · 1 year ago
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[Almnesia was His Name - CW: Memory Loss - Next]
Unlocking the door to his warm little home, the detective known as Almond would step in and set to work on relaxing for the evening. It's with a solemn smile that he would lock the door behind him and begin his waltz into his kitchen and make use of a coffee machine that's nearly as overworked as he is. Though the day was mostly a blur to him, apparently his colleagues told him he'd done good work as usual, even if some assailant got away. Alm couldn't recall who the criminal was or the fact that he was supposedly attacked by them, but hey, can't remember every single encounter he's had. Not in his old age, certainly.
The coffee machine beeped loud enough to bring the detective out of his hazy thoughts, and after waiting a few moments to let the machine finish its dripping, he'd grab one of his glass mugs from the above cupboards and scavenge through the kitchen drawers until he found where he left his sugar and creamer. With all that and a spoon to stir with, Almond would pour and mix himself up a coffee sweet as icing. Ah, good coffee... and hot! It's a good thing no one else was home, otherwise, he'd have to drink it black for the sake of his hard-boiled appeara-
Taptaptaptap-
The sound of footsteps nearly made Almond spit out his coffee. Someone was in here? Who? Was it that someone he was hearing about at his job earlier? His hand reached into the inner pockets of his jacket, manifesting his enchanted cuffs. The investigator had half a thought to call out to whoever it was that was wandering his home uninvited, but kept quiet as he'd prepare himself for whoever decided to make his home into a B and E. He's in his own home, it's self-defense.
The steps would get closer, and though Almond was ready to pounce at any point, what he winded up seeing was something that he hadn't expected. A... child? A little kid. Hair tucked to the side in a unique nut-like shape, nutshell hat on the head, looking at him adoringly. Uh. Alm blinked, softening and putting away his cuffs as the young one entered the room and walked up to hug his legs as if this one's known him for years. "I missed you!!" Uh. "Miss Latte brought me home today because she said you were busy! I hope you didn't work TOO hard again!!" How did this little one know Latte? Was this one of his students? If that was the case, then why would the other professor bring this one here?
Something didn't sit right here. What kind of act was this little girl putting on? "Uh... kid...?" He'd start, hesitantly, feeling almost guilty the way that this child looked at him with glimmering eyes. "How did you get in here?" He'd ask with full earnest, "When did you? The door's always locked when I leave." The kid blinked at him, looking perplexed, then worried. "Mom..." She'd speak quietly, voice full of disappointment. Unaware of the true meaning, Alm would take it as some kind of plea. "Did something happen to your mom? See, honey-" Almond would rifle through his clothes to find his badge. "I'm a detective. If something happened to your mom, I'm sure I can find out." And in response, the child would tear up and cling closer to Almond's legs. "Uh," he'd instinctively let out a surprised grunt and sigh afterward. This was exasperating. "...poor youngster."
The sounds of crying would permeate the air, ruining Almond's desire to drink his freshly brewed bean juice. Though it was awkward, the detective would put away his badge and instead try to comfort the little one by patting her on the head. Well, headpiece, but close enough. The child would sniffle, "This... this is a joke, right, mom...? Don't be mean..." Ah, so... HE was supposed to be this kid's mom? That... he doesn't remember ever having a child. Or did he? Ugh, why was his head pounding at the thought...? "Kid, I don't know who your mom is, but... I don't think that's me. But until we find her-" "-him-" "him, I guess you can stay with me, got it?" That question didn't make things better. Crying even harder, tears flowing like a waterfall, the investigator would breathe a heavy sigh as the young one pressed her face into his pant leg. "Sorry, kiddo..." He'd apologize, though wouldn't finish his sentence. What was Alm even supposed to be apologizing for? For not being this youth's mom?
Trying to brighten the mood even just a little, the inspector would try to bring his pitch up. Use the tone he uses with his students when they're getting frustrated with homework. "Say, uh... what's your name? Let's start there." "So mean! You know my name!" Though the elder wanted to retort that he truly didn't know, he'd get his answer anyway. "It's Walnut! I'm Walnut! Mom, stop joking with me!" "I'm not-" Ack, brain ache... Almond set a hand to his head and hissed, though tried to keep his reaction diminished to not worry the child in front of him more than he already had. Well, worry... more like upset. Greatly upset. That name didn't sit well in his brain, apparently. What a migraine... "Okay, Walnut, let's-..." Alm shook his head. "Are you hungry? Maybe you'll feel better if you eat something... And we can go from there."
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realtasuantrai-arch · 3 months ago
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"Good. Being upfront, or blunt as you put it, about how you feel is actually a good thing." At least in his eyes. It was never a good idea to keep your feelings to yourself in situations you needed to do so. Or even if you just didn't like someone. But, then again, nowadays people seemed... resistant to that. "Sometimes being truthful about what you think is the best medicine for others. Not... that I'm any knowledgeable about that."
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His story was only written down 800 years ago? Though the joke had fallen flat (and, by all rights, it was a pretty awful joke), he was curious. So, it'd been passed down by word of mouth prior to being written down... but then, what had changed? What kind of person did humanity think he was?
"Huh. I was joking, but now you've got me curious on how much information they really knew about me." It was probably the stories of his so-called "heroics". The tales of him being used as Conchobar's weapon, which everyone probably saw as his heroism.
It made him feel a little sick to his stomach. But he pushed it away mentally, ignoring it. Nimue's tension didn't go unnoticed, though he didn't comment about it given she relaxed pretty quickly. It's when she asked about him being sure about paying that he spoke up.
"Date, meetup, you name it, I've probably had the worse luck with it. But I don't need much so I have a bit too much money on my hands." Probably because he was used to not having any money, and now he was just.... sitting on a surplus of it. Because not needing much beyond clothes and maybe a place to sleep meant there was just money sitting there, untouched.
But that wasn't an important part, now was it?
There was a small frown as red eyes narrowed lightly at the fact she had to maintain a "proper diet" for her job or she'd get hell for it. Not even a small treat or anything? Closing his eyes for a moment, letting himself even out as his temperature once again started to rise, he took a breath and opened them once more.
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"I've never really tried pumpkin spice... anything. Might have to try it and see if it's any good." If it was the season for it, might as well. "Hm. Well, I'll keep note of that. Don't know what kind of work needs such restrictions, but I won't force ya to get anything you don't want to."
It wouldn't be good to leave her with a bad impression, after all. Not that he would make someone do something they didn't want to. He knew that too well, honestly. Doing things he never wanted to, only if because it was what was expected of him.
"Ah! Sorry about the wait!" A young girl, maybe high-school age, came to their table with a notepad and pen. "Um, today's special is the Mocha Creme Cake, if you want a treat! Otherwise, we have... coffee! And... other things..."
"Easy, don't try to remember it all at once." Lancer said. "You have a menu, right? It'd probably be easier to give us one so we can look through it instead of trying to remember all the items on it off the top of your head."
"O-oh!" The high schooler looked nervous, but produced a couple of small menus from the pocket of her apron. "Here you go! Um, wave me down if you've figured out your order! Sorry, and thank you!"
With a bow, she headed off after handing over the menus to both Lancer and Nimue. He chuckled lightly, going to look over the menu.
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"Sorry about that. Used to work at a café myself. It wasn't too hard to get used to, but we always had the ones who would try to memorize the menu and get a little anxious because they couldn't remember it all. So I'd just help them out a bit by reminding them about the menus and that they just gotta promote the special of the day, not everything that the menu has." Lancer smiled warmly. "Oooh, the latte looks good, I might have to go for that! What about you, Nimue?"
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   There's a soft hum in agreement, that's exactly what it is. Unfortunately most people don't really believe in that anymore, it's become a fend for yourself kind of thing. Or at least it seems that way.
   There's a nervous laugh in response to his statement, she's grown up to believe otherwise but it's probably best not to drop that on him either. Just brush it off like it's no big deal, like she can handle it, even if she shouldn't have to.
   Instead, focus on the subject at hand.
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" I suppose you're not wrong, but I'm pretty blunt with how I feel. I'm not one of those types of people who sticks around or puts up with things just because. It's sort of gotten me in trouble because people don't like hearing what I say but I don't like the idea of lying. I'm bad at it anyway. "
   There's a brief scrunch of her nose as she tries to think, taking the millions of years comment a bit too seriously.
" No, not that long. Your story was written down 800 years ago, but nobody really knows when it started since it was passed on vocally first instead of on paper. "
   There's a brief moment of her becoming tense at the mention of a crowd, but she's sure it's fine, he probably wouldn't let her end up getting pushed along to somewhere else if it did get too bad. Sometimes being as small as she is, is a curse.
" Oh uh, are you sure? I don't mind paying, since you know, it sounds like you have really bad luck with these .. ah .. I suppose it's technically like a date. "
   No point trying to avoid that word at this point, just that it wasn't the conventional date like two people hooking up or something like that.
" I uh.. usually only get coffee, suppose it's that time of year too with pumpkin spice being a thing. But I usually don't order food when I'm out. Need to maintain a proper diet and all for my job or they'll give me hell. "
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witchbinchstories · 3 years ago
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Home is wherever you are tonight
Pairing: Damien x Freelancer x Gavin x Huxley x Lasko (Redacted ASMR), Damien x Reader x Gavin x Huxley x Lasko
Summary: After finishing finals, the Freelancer goes to Damien's apartment and is surprised with a cuddle session from all of their boyfriends.
Words: ~3.3k
Contains: Light angst, lots of fluff, my 4 am brain
A/N: @sealriously-sealrious​ made a post about DAMN boys cuddle pile, so... I had to write a cuddle fic. I hope you guys like it :)
The title is a lyric from the song Apple Pie by Lizzy McAlpine
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Finals are done. They’re finally over and now the Freelancer can relax. Or they should be able to relax. It’s winter break, campus is less crowded because students and teachers are going home for the next month, but the Freelancer doesn’t have a family to go home to. They don’t have a familiar, cozy home with freshly baked cookies and generational recipes in another town to return to. They’re exhausted and they’re sad about the fact that for the rest of break, they’re probably going to sit alone in their apartment in sweatpants and eat junk food while they watch terrible Hallmark movies. Who knows, maybe they’ll manage to pull Lasko away from whatever TA scheduling he has to do over break and spend a little time with him and Gavin. Maybe Caelum will visit too. But they know that they’re most likely going to be spending the holiday season alone because Damien and Hux are going home to family, Lasko and Caelum will probably both be busy (for different reasons), and because any time a big holiday is coming up they usually have an emotionally rough time, so they can’t expect Gavin to want to be around them with their emotions all out of whack, even though they’re dating. They try to push the thought away, knowing it’s just their mind trying to make things harder for them.
The Freelancer feels their phone vibrate once in their back pocket and quickly grabs it to check whatever notification it is. They’re surprised when they see that it’s a notification from Damien— it reads: “You just got out of your healing final, right?”
The Freelancer stops in the middle of the sidewalk to respond— “Jesus, I got out like one minute ago, what are you, a telepathy expert?” —then continues walking to their favorite coffee shop in all of Dahlia, “Inchoate”. Almost all of the drinks and foods that they make there have some sort of magic imbued into them, mostly mood-enhancing magic of all sorts, repping the name well since inchoate demons can feed on all emotions. It’s also run by an inchoate demon, so that’s part of the reason for the name too. But the magic food is the biggest reason.
They reach the cafe and are dismayed to find that the line is, of course, out the door. With students finishing up finals, there are lots of people looking for something to uplift them more, and the Freelancer doesn’t blame them, since that’s exactly what they’re here for. They get another text from Damien while in line, so at least they’ll have something to do while waiting. They’ll just have to keep their fiery boyfriend engaged in the conversation and make sure he doesn’t abandon them in their time of need.
“It’s your only final today, and your last one at that. It’s not that hard to remember,” the text reads.
“Ok, whatever. I’m still not convinced that you didn’t just make in depth copies of each one of our schedules when we all started dating so you could know what we’re doing at all times,” the Freelancer sends back.
“Do you want to come over? Since we’re finally both free and done with the semester.” The fire elemental opts to ignore his partner’s accusation.
“Shouldn’t you be packing?”
“I can do it later. Just answer the question.”
“Woooow. Mr. ‘I have a strict schedule for everything I do’ is putting off packing? Finals must’ve really gotten to you this semester,” the Freelancer teases, then gives an actual answer: “Sure. But I’m stopping at Inchoate first. Do you want anything?”
“Shut up, I don’t have a schedule for packing.”
“I don’t believe that for one second.”
“Just get two of the Joy To The World lattes. One of them iced, please. And the hot one with two shots of espresso and extra foam. I’ll pay you back.”
The Freelancer instantly recognizes the one with espresso and extra foam as being the order of their air-inclined boyfriend.
“Is Lasko with you?” they send.
“Yeah, he’s here.”
“Ah. Does he really need that much espresso this late in the day?”
“Probably not. But it has been a rough couple of weeks. And it’s what he always gets from there.”
“True. Ok. I’ll be over as soon as I get the orders.”
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The Freelancer knocks on the door to Damien’s apartment with their hand that isn’t holding disappointment-in-a-cup, aka the cafe was (not surprisingly) out of anything with joy essence in it, so the Freelancer had to order something else. They reluctantly went with some relaxation lattes.
Expecting Damien or Lasko to answer the door, they’re slightly surprised when Huxley answers the door.
“Hey, babe. C’mon in, the water’s fine. Well, there’s not actually… water… it’s just Damien’s apartment, but— you know that already,” Hux chuckles at his own words. “Here, lemme grab those coffees from you.”
The Freelancer gladly hands the coffees to their boyfriend so that they can take off their backpack and set it next to the door, along with their coat and shoes as soon as they get them off. “Hux, I didn’t know you were here or else I would’ve gotten you something too.”
“Oh, it’s alright. I was here when you were texting Damien and he asked. I didn’t need anything, I’ve already got one of my classic protein shakes.”
“Well, good, I’m glad he didn’t leave you out or anything,” they joke before gently making Hux lean down so that they can kiss him on the cheek.
Together, the two of them walk into Damien’s living room, drinks in hand, to join Damien and Lasko.
“Whaaat is going on here?” the Freelancer asks at the sight of a bunch of blankets and pillows gathered on a large mattress topper all laid out on the floor, with the coffee tables and other furniture pushed aside to the edges of the room.
“We thought that you, and— well, all of us, really, could use some comfort and relaxation after this week. But, um, it was Damien’s idea to surprise you,” Lasko informs them.
“You always do so much for us, I just… thought that we should return the favor,” Damien says, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks flush a darker shade.
“That’s— I don’t deserve this, you— this is so sweet of you guys,” the Freelancer laughs to themself.
“Dude, you deserve this and so much more,” Huxley sits down onto the comfy nest and grabs the Freelancer’s hand to carefully pull them down with him. Once seated, he hands them their latte before handing Damien and Lasko their respectives lattes as well. The Freelancer gladly sips from their drink.
“Especially with how much you bake for us. I-I swear, every time I finish some batch of cookies or loaf of bread you’ve made me, I suddenly have a new treat to replace it as soon as it’s gone,” Lasko adds.
“Well I enjoy baking a lot, so I feel like that shouldn’t really count—”
“Freelancer,” Damien gently scolds, “it counts.”
The Freelancer rolls their eyes but a small smile grows on their face at the thought of having people that care about them like this. An old part of them still wants to say that their boyfriends are just with them to get something out of them later, or that they’re just using them. Wants to pull away from them to protect themself from an inevitable future disappointment and heartbreak. But they know that’s not true. Damien, Lasko, Huxley, and Gavin aren’t like that. They’re kind, and loving, and caring, and they would never do something like that. But old habits die hard, right?
“Is Gavin going to be here too? Or is it just us today?” The Freelancer, asking both out of genuine curiosity and caring, and to change the subject. They take a sip from their drink.
As if he was somehow listening in, Gavin rifts into the living room, comfy attire already donned rather than his usual clothing or just being completely naked.
“Am I on time?” the incubus asks, dramatically falling into the empty space between Lasko and the Freelancer and stretching out.
“No, not at all, actually. It’s been years. We’re all dead and you’re talking to our ghosts,” Damien says deadpan.
“A little strong with the sarcasm today, don’t you think, Firecracker?” Gavin takes the Freelancer’s hand from beside him and presses a kiss to the top of their hand, all while maintaining eye contact with Damien to continue the banter, of course.
Damien playfully rolls his eyes in response. “Shut up…” he says, taking Gavin’s lead and also laying down to get more comfortable, setting his iced coffee to the side but still within reach. The three still sitting up take the hint that it’s now time for that “comfort and relaxation” Lasko previously mentioned and lay down as well.
“Well, how was this week for everyone? You all seem pretty tired,” Gavin asks, genuinely concerned for how the others fared in their classes. He turns on his side to face Lasko, snaking his arms around the air elemental and earning a deep blush from him.
“I-it was okay for me. My, uh— my classes weren’t too bad. It’s honestly these next couple of weeks of planning that are going to be hard for me,” Lasko answers. On the other side of him, Damien scooches closer to him and wraps his arms around from behind.
“I wish I could say the same for my classes this semester,” Damien starts. As he continues answering Gavin, Freelancer cranes their head around to look at Hux.
“Spoon?” they whisper to him.
“Spoon,” Hux answers, grinning. The Freelancer gently takes his arm and wraps it around themself as the both of them press closer to each other and to Gavin.
“—it sucks that they make you use break time for planning, though.” The Freelancer manages to catch onto the end of what Damien was saying.
“Maybe that’s another change for the better you can make once you’re the one in charge here, Damien,” Hux points out. The Freelancer can practically hear and feel him grinning from behind them. It’s adorable.
“Yeah, I… I guess,” Damien flusters once again at someone else having the genuine belief that he’ll bring good changes to D.A.M.N. someday.
“What about you two, how were your finals?” Gavin asks, referring to his two partners behind him. Hux answers first, so the Freelancer takes the chance to grab another sip from their latte. They’re finally starting to feel the effects of the mood magic and are feeling a bit more relaxed than when they had just finished their last final.
“Mine were good. I mean, I’m pretty much only doing earth focused classes this year, so it’s already stuff I’m pretty confident in. Don’t get me wrong, though. I was still way nervous for every one of my finals.”
The others hum in agreement. It’s the Freelancer’s turn.
“I think mine went okay… I kind of want to get my mind off of classes, though,” they say, lazily pressing a kiss to the back of Gavin’s neck before nuzzling closer into it.
“That sounds like a good idea to me,” Hux laughs. “Does anyone need any blankets? I think we have most of ‘em over here.”
There’s a chorus of affirmative answers from all but Damien, who is perfectly warm just as he is and being pressed close to another person. Hux pulls away from the Freelancer, who is disappointed by even the briefest lack of contact, and unfolds some blankets to lay overtop himself and his three significant others that requested them. Once Hux finally returns to being wrapped around the Freelancer, they are able to take a deep, content breath in, and finally relax.
The group falls into a comfortable silence as the five of them cherish the feeling of being near one another. It’s quite rare that all five of them get to relax together at the same time. Usually at least one of them has something going on that steals them away from the others, so they can’t take any moment all together for granted.
The Freelancer closes their eyes, listening to the slow breathing of all of their boyfriends, feeling the ends of Gavin’s hair tickle their face, the softness of Huxley’s lips resting against their shoulder, the rise and fall of bodies they’re sandwiched between. It’s all incredibly comforting, and the Freelancer never wants it to end. They hear the sound of Gavin pressing a quick kiss to somewhere on Lasko’s face as they feel him lean the slightest bit forward to do so. Then there’s a sound of another kiss, this one farther away, most likely of Damien kissing Lasko’s neck or cheek.
“Guys, stop,” Lasko laughs happily. More kissing. More laughter from Lasko. The Freelancer feels Huxley smile against their skin and feels the small blow of air from his nose as he huffs out a small laugh as well. They feel his arms tighten the slightest bit around them, and then feel a kiss on their shoulder, then Hux’s nose lightly dragging up the side of their neck as he moves to be able to sweetly kiss their neck a couple of times. The Freelancer feels laughter bubble up in their chest and throat, and soon the five of them are all a giggling mess.
“We’re supposed to be relaxing!” Lasko points out.
“Fine, I suppose I just won’t kiss you then,” Gavin jokes. The Freelancer opens their eyes to see Gavin sitting up and pulling Damien towards him by the hand, leaning over Lasko, from where their hands were previously laced with one another’s and resting atop Lasko’s waist. “I’ll just have to kiss everyone but you.”
Gavin and Damien lean in, meeting in the middle for a kiss while looking like they might fall over on top of Lasko, but surprisingly they don’t. When they pull away, they smile at each other for a moment before Gavin moves to face the Freelancer and Damien returns to laying behind Lasko, but props himself up on an elbow to watch the sight of Gavin struggling to kiss everyone.
Gavin leans down to kiss the Freelancer. His lips are soft against theirs, and provide a familiar warmth that leaves the Freelancer even more comfortable and blissful than before. After he pulls away, the incubus doesn’t move away just yet and instead gives his partner’s forehead a kiss before moving on to Huxley.
Gavin cups the side of Hux’s face with a delicacy that many others do not show Hux because all they see is his tough exterior, and expect him to either not be interested in the softness they could offer, or just be used to rougher things. Not these four, though. They treat Hux with all the softness and sweetness he shows them, and all the tenderness he deserves and could ever want. As Gavin leans in to kiss the earth elemental, the Freelancer gets a full face of Gavin’s shirt and chest, earning back some of the laughter from before.
“Gav, I, uh, don’t know that I appreciate your chest in my face right at this moment,” the Freelancer jokes.
Gavin hums in response, still kissing Huxley. “Oh, you love it,” he says as he finally pulls away. The Freelancer doesn’t deny the claim.
The five of them return to their previous cuddling positions, all holding each other just the slightest bit tighter than before. All giddy with the perfect reward of being with one another to end a rough couple of weeks. However, they somehow manage to return to the quiet stillness from before despite the giddiness. After a few moments of silence, Damien speaks up.
“Hey, Freelancer…” he starts, “Hux and I… want to tell you something.”
That causes them to furrow their eyebrows. What could the two of them want to tell them?
“Are you sure about doing it right now, Damien?” Hux asks.
That scares them.
“Yeah, I think so,” Damien replies.
“What… do you guys have to tell me?” the Freelancer asks hesitantly, mumbling the words against the back of Gavin’s neck.
“Well, the four of us were all talking…” Damien states vaguely.
“And we wanna spend the holidays together. All of us,” Hux finishes.
“Yeah…? But… you both have families to go home to. If you’re implying we all come along to one, then one of you won’t be able to see your family,” they say, guessing as to what Damien and Hux could be implying.
The Freelancer doesn’t see a look exchanged between Gavin and Lasko. A look that wonders how the Freelancer is going to react to what comes next.
“Well, we decided that we’re not going to go home for the holidays. We’re going to stay here so we can spend them together,” Damien says. So that’s why Damien wasn’t concerned about packing. The Freelancer tries to sit up to be able to look him in the eyes and tell him that that’s a sweet yet stupid idea, but Hux’s hold on them doesn’t allow them to do so, and he speaks up before they can.
“Yeah, I think my moms are gonna take the chance to have a relaxing holiday instead of hosting for our whole family, and I’ll go see them for New Year’s so… I’ll get to spend time here with my favorite people, and then… I’ll still get to go spend time with my other favorite people. It’s wins all around!” Hux explains, lightly squeezing his arms tighter around his partner.
“And my family celebrates Hanukkah, which has already passed, so I really don’t have anything I’m missing by not going home until New Year’s,” Damien adds.
“But… you both should still spend time with your families, that’s what break is for, and besides, Lasko and I have each other here over break and Gavin can join any of us anytime he pleases, so you really don’t have to stay—”
“Freelancer, they wouldn’t be doing this if they didn’t want to,” Lasko cuts them off.
“He’s right,” Gavin nods at his boyfriend’s words, who smiles back.
“Damien and I just have two families now. One right here, and one not in Dahlia,” Huxley’s voice is soft when he speaks. “And we want to spend break with the family that’s here.”
“We want to be here, all together,” Damien finishes. 
And then the Freelancer finally understood. Home isn’t back with their own family. Home is here, with the four people that care about them most. With the people they care for the most. The Freelancer tries to suppress a smile, but then they decide to let themself smile. They decide to let themself be happy. They know they’ll be happy for the holidays this year. And if that means that they’re now living in a crappy Hallmark movie rather than watching one… then that’s more than okay with them. Even if it’s cliche.
“Alright… thank you both, for doing this for us,” they say, their voice barely above a whisper.
The two of them say their versions of “it’s really nothing” and with the effects of the magic lattes completely taking over, the group begins to drift off to sleep, guided by the warmth of their partners, the comfort of the blankets, and the safety of being all together in Damien’s apartment. The Freelancer sighs contently at the feeling of being safely sandwiched between two of their boyfriends, and the thoughts that they now have something to look forward to for the rest of winter break. They finally drift off to have the best sleep they’ve had in a while, the happy thoughts and feelings bringing them much more comfort than any stupid sold-out latte.
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cafeacademia · 2 years ago
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𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐬
𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Matt's interest in chess leads you to surprising him one rainy, autumnal Sunday with a blind accessible chessboard and he's more than excited to learn how to play.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Mostly flirty couply stuff, fluff, a couple of mildly suggestive comments but nothing in detail.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: Approx 800
𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello! This is my first Matt Murdock fic. I have no idea if this is OOC for him, I've been wanting to write for Matt for a long time but I always find it difficult to write for characters I've never written for before. Please let me know what you think? I hope the anon that requested this enjoys and thank you so much for requesting, honestly this was one of the cutest requests ever and I couldn't wait to write it!
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Matt was almost giddy, which was unusual for him. Not only was this date spontaneous on your part, but he’d really not expected the level of thought that you had put into this.
“What is this?” He asked, a laugh on his voice as he smiled brightly. You sat opposite him on a rainy Sunday morning inside of a warm, cosy and largely quiet cafe. There was a storm outside, the autumn leaves thick with rainwater as they piled up against the edges of the pavements and porches in a myriad of orange and red hues. In front of him was a latte and you had your own coffee too. But between you on the table was a chessboard.
“Well, I remember what you said not long after we met.” You began. “You were impressed by my amazing chess skills.” You teased. “And you said you wished you could play.” “Oh, absolutely.” He chuckled, bowing his head in amusement. “Well, I found a blind accessible chessboard online and I wanted you to be able to enjoy it with me.” You told him truthfully, all teasing and joking gone from your tone. Matt’s smile softened, hands reaching across the table to find yours. “You are too sweet, way too sweet to be my girlfriend.” He grinned. You only heated at his comment, but Matt sensed your shyness and took your hand in his. “Come on sweetheart, teach me how this works.”
“Alright,” You said, holding his hand in yours and guiding it to the chessboard. “The board has two colours of squares. One is black and the other is white. The black squares are indented.” You explained, letting him feel across the board to identify the grid pattern. “The pieces are all on pegs, so each square has a hole they can fit into.” You tell him, watching as he curiously lands on a pawn and pulls it out of the board. “All of the pieces are textured so you can tell which one is which. Mine have raised bits on the top and yours are smooth, so you can tell if it’s an enemy piece or not.” You explain and he takes it in, nodding and reaching over to get a feel of the pieces on your side of the board.
“What do you think so far?” You asked. “You really did this for me.” He’s soft now, cheeks glowing with warmth, his smile reaching high up to his eyes. “Of course, Matty.” You said. “Sweetheart,” He paused, taking your hand in his and lifting it to his lips, leaving a kiss on your hand. “What the hell did I do to deserve you?” “Hmm I don’t know but I think it has something to do with being a flirt.” You giggled and watched as Matt fell into a relaxed laugh. “Okay, okay, tell me how to play, baby.”
For the next twenty minutes, you held a tutorial game, where you did your best to slowly teach him how to play a game of chess using the new board and allowing him plenty of time to get used to the layout and how the pieces moved. Matt, unsurprisingly got the hang of chess, the pieces and their movements within a couple of tries.
“You know, for a guy who's never played before, you run a tough game.” You told him as you played through your first proper game. “That’s just beginner’s luck, sweetheart.” Matt chuckled, a proud smile tugging at his lips. “Are you sure you’ve never played before?” You asked. “I’m sure, baby. But I’ve got a good teacher.” “Oh really?” You giggled softly. “Tell me about that.” “Well, she’s got the prettiest voice I’ve ever heard, she bought me a chess board I can use, she’s super sweet and I think I want to take her out to dinner tonight.” He gave you a devilish grin and you couldn’t help but become shy and giggly over his statement.
The storm grew worse outside as you started another game, but as the morning went on, a couple of hot drinks later and you were convinced Matt was now going to get this chessboard out as much as possible because every time you finished a game, he was eager to begin another.
“Sweetheart, will you come over tonight?” You paused, drinking some of your coffee before you spoke. “I’d love to.” “When the storm dies down and bit, we should head to mine and get comfortable. I’d like to listen to some classical music while we play.” “Chess?” You asked. “Yeah, something like that.” The devilish grin made its way onto his lips again and you felt your cheeks heat intensely. What a tease.
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the-bau-quinjet · 4 years ago
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Hygge
Summary: Y/N introduces Bucky to the little things that he missed out on since the 40s.
Warnings: Absolutely none, just fluff :)
Word Count: 3527
a/n: Hygge is a Danish word, and from what I can tell it perfectly encompasses finding happiness in the little things.
This request honestly had me smiling the whole time I wrote it. Thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions of things to introduce Bucky to (including my sisters who don't know why I asked them that question lol)
Also, I find happiness in looking at this gif so I would like to thank @thebritishstanfan for its existence on this app
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You heard the door open just as you finished running the bath.
"Bucky!" You ran out to the living room, throwing your arms around him in greeting.
"Hi, Doll." He whispered into hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He instantly relaxed at your touch.
"I have a surprise for you." You grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathtub. "I thought you might want to relax a bit, so I ran you a bath."
Just being in your presence was relaxing to him, but he wouldn't turn down a bath, especially one with the potential of you joining him.
"Are you going to relax with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively eliciting a laugh from you.
"Maybe later, this is about you right now." You smiled softly, eager to help him unwind.
He undressed quickly, lowering himself into the warm water as you searched through a shopping bag.
"Okay. Big Blue, Intergalactic, Love Boat, or Goddess?" You looked at him expectantly.
He stared at you, confusion evident on his face.
"Oh, do you want to smell them and then decide?" You questioned with a tilt of your head.
"Smell what?" His brows furrowed, mouth slightly agape.
"The bath bombs silly." You smiled brightly, bringing the bag closer to him.
"Why would I want a bomb in my bath?" He questioned your odd behavior.
"It's not a real bomb, Buck." You shook your head, randomly removing one of the bath bombs from the bag, Goddess. You held it out for him to take.
"Smell it." You instructed.
He was apprehensive in his movements, but slowly moved the purple ball to his nose.
"It smells like flowers." He stated plainly, waiting for you to explain more.
"Yep. Here, smell the rest of them." You handed him each of the bath bombs, waiting to hear his verdict on each one.
"Oh, that's surprisingly citrus-y." He held out Love Boat for you to take back.
"This one smells too clean." He shook his head, dropping Big Blue into the outstretched bag.
"I like this one." He held Intergalactic in his hand, smiling proudly.
"Perfect. Lower it into the water." Your eyes were filled with love as you watched him follow your instructions.
"It's fizzing." He looked at you, concern evident in his bright blue eyes.
"It's supposed to. It dissolves in the water, coloring the bath and also adding scent from essential oils." You did your best to explain.
"Why?" He narrowed his eyes in confusion.
"It's just... have you ever heard of hygge?" You waited for his answer.
"Yeah, I've heard the word. It's like feeling cozy and happy from little things." He looked to you for approval.
"Exactly. That's what bath bombs are for, at least to me. They make me happy, so I thought you might like to try one."
The bath water had turned a dark blue, glitter floating throughout.
"Nobody thought to explain bath bombs to me, I guess." He smiled at you, relaxing into the bath. "What else makes you happy?"
"You know what, I'll make a list of little things that I love and then we can spend a day together where I show them to you." You bit your lip in anticipation of his response.
"I'd love that." He grinned.
"Yay! I'm going to get started!" You quickly left the bathroom, leaving him to relax on his own.
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"What's got you so excited?" Sam gestures to your bouncing knee.
"Oh, I didn't even notice. I'm just showing Bucky some things that he's missed out on since the 40s." You smile grew as you thought about the list you had made.
You were just about to find Bucky and show him the list when you had to leave for an impromptu mission.
You were definitely annoyed your plans had been delayed, but it made you a force to be reckoned with while fighting.
"So that's why you were so ruthless. You've got a hot date." Sam winked.
"Whatever you say Sam." You shook your head. "I've got to drop by Starbucks before they close. See you later!" You called as you ran from the jet, still in mission gear.
The disheveled state of your clothing and hair earned you some looks from the Starbucks employees, but you were too excited to care.
You quickly stopped in your room to change before heading off to find Bucky.
"BuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBucky!" You said his name over and over as you ran to the common area.
Skidding to a stop, you held up the drinks in your hands. "Bucky! Are you ready?"
He seemed to be in the middle of something with Steve, but abandoned it immediately at the sight of you.
"Sorry, punk. I've gotta go." He grabbed a drink from you, sliding his other hand into your newly empty one.
"Wow, jerk. You get a girlfriend and replace me!" Steve yelled after you in a joking tone.
"Don't worry Stevie. Nobody could replace you." You called back over your shoulder, dragging Bucky to the kitchen.
"Okay, I've got a few different categories. The first one we're going to tackle is food!" You smiled brightly, nearly bouncing in anticipation.
"Can you preheat the oven to 350 degrees?" You asked as you grabbed a bag from the freezer.
You swiftly dumped the contents onto the tray, shoving them into the oven while it preheated.
"Aren't you supposed to wait until it's hot?" Bucky watched as you slid around the room.
"Yes, but I've always been impatient. It'll be fine. I promise! While those are cooking, I've got a few other things for you. These are from the 90s."
You handed him a bag of flamin' hot cheetos, watching with bated breath as he opened it and sniffed the contents.
"They smell bizarre. Why are they so red?" He looked at the cheeto in his hand with confusion.
"It's the flamin' hot cheeto dust! It may be unnaturally red, but it's so satisfying to eat." You grabbed the bag from him, eating a cheeto of your own.
He eyed you carefully, slowly popping the cheeto into his mouth and chewing carefully.
"Doll, these are terrible." He deadpanned, grinning when you pouted.
"Bucky!" You whined. "You have to eat more than one for the full experience. It doesn't matter that they aren't the best flavor wise, there's just something about them that's addicting." You laughed, eating a few more cheetos.
"Alright, alright. I'll follow your lead." The two of you snacked as you brought his attention to the next item.
"Okay, these don't really go with the cheeto flavor, but they still make me happy. Starbucks only does holiday drinks around the holidays, obviously. These are my two favorite."
You handed him one beverage, gesturing for him to try it.
"Minty..." He waited for an explanation.
"Yes. Peppermint mocha!" You swapped the cups, letting him try the next drink. "That one is an eggnog latte."
"They're both pretty good, although I still like my coffee black." He placed the cup back on the counter.
"Yeah, I thought you might say that. There's just something about them. Probably because they're seasonal drinks. It makes me associate them with the holidays and spending time with friends and family and that makes me smile."
He pressed a kiss to your nose. "You are too cute."
"I know!" You scrunched your nose, knowing he finds it adorable. "Next item!" You presented him with three different packages of Oreos.
"Why so many?" He questioned.
"Because, they're different flavors. I now Oreos were originally produced in like 1912 or something, that's why I got different flavors."
"Actually, I don't think I've ever tried one." He eyed the blue package excitedly.
"Ahh, while I got double stuffed because they're obviously better than the regular ones. I've also got peanut butter and mint. Honestly, pretty mild flavors all things considered." You laughed, picturing the key lime flavor you avoided.
Bucky grabbed one of each, excited to try all three.
"I think the mint one is my favorite. It really goes with the peppermint mocha." He nodded as he spoke, as if he needed to convince himself.
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." You smiled, watching as he ate three more cookies.
Before he could reply, the timer went off.
"The dino nuggies!" You reached for the potholder, pulling the tray out of the over. "This is the last food item."
He looked at the tray, confusion clear in his eyes.
"Doll, are these just chicken nuggets?" He picked up a brontosaurus from the tray.
"Well, yes." You huffed. "But! They're shaped like dinosaurs!" You bit your lip in excitement, bouncing on the balls of your feet.
"So? They still taste the same..." Bucky clearly did not understand the hype.
"Right again. It's so much more fun to eat though. Gives you a childlike enthusiasm, even as a fully grown adult." He eyed you skeptically as he bit off the head of a dino.
He couldn't help but smile as you watched him, anticipating his reaction.
"Ya know, you might be right. That was weirdly satisfying."
The two of you spent the next few minutes eating chicken nuggets, hot cheetos, and oreos, occasionally sipping from the holiday beverages.
After quickly cleaning up the kitchen, you lead Bucky to your bathroom.
"Sit down." You gestured to the toilet.
"Why?" He still did as he was asked.
"Because." You answered petulantly. You filled a paper cup with water, carefully dumping it on his head to get his hair wet.
"Y/N!" Bucky jolted from the cold water.
"Sorry! I forgot it was cold!" You quickly plugged in the blowdryer, letting the warm air waft over his head.
"You know, if that thing was quieter, I think I could fall asleep right now." Bucky stated calmly as you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to evenly distribute the warm air amongst the hair.
"I know, right! There's something about someone else blow drying your hair that is so soothing."
You spent the next few minutes drying Bucky's hair and massaging his scalp.
"All done!" you exclaimed, unplugging the blow dryer and putting it back in the cabinet.
"Are you sure you don't want to do that again?" Bucky questioned, still sitting on the toilet.
"Yes. We've got more things to cover!" You pulled him off the toilet, nearly dragging him to your bed.
"Next category is entertainment, I guess." You brought out your laptop, certain apps already open to show him different things.
"We'll start with animals!" You were buzzing with excitement, and caffeine, as you opened two different browsers.
"Doll, animals existed in the 40s." He shook his head, endlessly amused by your behavior.
"I know that. Have you ever seen a Highland Cow?" You raised your brow, challenging his statement.
"I can't say I have." He shook his head slightly.
"Well, there you go. Animals it is. Actually, have you ever used Alexa?" You questioned him.
"No... Who is Alexa?" His confusion earned a laugh from you.
"An AI." You explained before bursting out into laughter again.
"Oh, like Friday?" He questioned.
"Yeah, but Alexa's not nearly as advanced. Here, watch this." You cleared your throat, making sure to speak clearly. "Alexa, show me pictures of Highland cows."
After a brief buffer, the AI responded. "Here are pictures of Highland cows." The google search appeared on your screen.
"So you can ask her anything?" Bucky questioned.
"Sort of, Friday knows way more. Alexa's good for little things though. Tony gets annoyed if you ask Friday to do too many small things because it can take up too much RAM and... You know what, it's not important." You decided against explaining since Bucky already looked confused.
You shifted your screen so he could see the many pictures displayed.
"Okay, so what's so special about a Highland cow?" He scrolled through the images, unaware of the smile forming on his face.
"There's just something about them. You'll find that same explanation for a lot of things I'm showing you, but it's true. They just make me smile. Look at how cute they are!" You emphatically gestured to the screen, nearly squealing at the adorable display.
"I actually see what you mean. Looking at them just makes you smile." He nodded his head thoughtfully, a small grin still pulling at his lips. "What other animal are you introducing me to?"
"Well, I assume you know what a puppy is." You said in complete seriousness.
"I do, indeed." He matched your tone, mocking the seriousness. He was really enjoying the playfulness you were showcasing.
"Well, here is a video of actor Tom Holland... you know Tom Holland, right?" You turned to face him.
"Tom Holland. Tom Holland... What's he in again?" His brows pinched together in thought.
"We've watched a few of his new movies together. Chaos Walking, The Devil All the Time, a few animated films, In the Heart of the Sea."
"Oh! The British one?" Recognition crossed his features.
"Yes! That one. Okay so, this is an interview of him..."
"Okay?" Bucky was more confused now than any other point of the night.
"Playing with puppies!" You're mouth dropped open in a wide smile, clearly excited about even the idea of puppies.
"I think I understand this one without even watching the video." he laughed, laying back with you to watch.
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"You can't have pitbulls in England?" Bucky was affronted.
"I know. It's so sad." You pouted, still staring at the puppies on the screen.
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"I have actually always thought puppies smell really good." He easily commented, agreeing with the famous actor.
"I know, Buck. I know." You shook your head playfully.
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"Twinkies are pretty gross, he's not wrong." It was your turn to comment on his answers.
"I see your point." Bucky agreed as well.
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"I definitely understand why this one makes you happy." Bucky smiled, kissing you on the cheek. "You know, he kind looks like Peter."
"I mean, maybe a little." You shrugged moving on to the next thing on your list.
"Still in the realm of entertainment, I've got some music for you." You knew Bucky was going to pout here.
"Doll, you know I'm just fine listening to my 40s music and calling it a day."
"Yes, but this is my list and you have agreed to be subjected to it." You queued up a few songs. "The first one, again, just makes me smile. I babysat a lot when I was younger, and there's something about this theme song that really hits different."
"Hits different?" Bucky stared at you like you had two heads.
"Yep. Just listen."
I was a girl in the village doing alright, then I became a princess overnight. Now I gotta figure out how to do it right, so much to learn and see.
You bobbed your head, mouthing the words as the theme song to Sofia the First played.
"I don't get this one." He figured honesty was the best policy.
"You say that now, but a week from now... You'll be singing it while you punch a bad guy in the face." You deadpanned, earning a laugh.
"Okay! Actual songs now." You took a deep breath, tring to prepare for his rejection. "Taylor Swift."
"Taylor Swift?" He repeated, waiting for you to say something else.
"To quote one of my favorite tik toks I've ever seen... 'If you don't like a single Taylor Swift song, I'm taking a crowbar, and I'm propping open your chest to see what's powering that thing in there, because it's not a heart.'"
"That's a bit extreme, don't you think." He eyed you cautiously.
"No. It's true. Her discography is so versatile, everyone can find at least one song they like." Your playful mood from earlier was still present, but hidden behind a slightly threatening glare.
"Which song are you going to play for me?" He was honestly nervous to hear it.
"Actually, you can pick. This playlist is songs of hers that make me smile, so pick whichever one you want." You smiled, eager to see his choice.
He scrolled through the playlist, reading each title carefully.
"Okay, You Are In Love or New Year's Day?" He asked your opinion.
"Both good choices, why those two?" You eyed him curiously.
"Well, You Are In Love because that's how I feel about you and New Years Day because you put it last in the playlist, so I know it must be one of your favorites."
You couldn't hide the way his words made you smile if you tried.
"I love you so much." You kissed him quickly. "Go with New Year's Day, I think it will resonate with you a bit more."
He smiled, tapping the screen gently to play the song.
The two of you remained quiet through the song, just enjoying the soft melody and storytelling.
"Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere." He quoted when the song ended.
"I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and your crawling home." You sang softly in response.
He cleared his throat. "I think I understand this one."
"I'm glad. I mean, it obviously doesn't have to be Taylor Swift, but everyone should have at least one song that makes them smile." You leaned into his embrace, enjoying the time spent together.
"What else have you got for me, Doll?" He held you close.
"Two more things. Here." You handed him two slightly sticky balls.
"What the hell is this?" He laughed, prying the toy from his metal hand.
"Throw it at the ceiling." He did as he was told, following your lead.
"Friday, can you turn off the lights?" You asked the AI.
"Of course, Ms. L/N."
The two of you were quickly shrouded in darkness. The balls you had thrown at the ceiling were glowing.
"How do we get them down?" Bucky whispered, his voice matching the darkness of the room.
"Just wait..." You stared at the ceiling, waiting a few seconds before the balls began to fall.
"So you just throw it and catch it?" Bucky questioned, again following your lead.
"Yep! It's weirdly relaxing after a long day." You smiled, catching and throwing the neon balls over and over again.
"You're absolutely right." He laughed, catching the blue ball before it could hit him in the face. "Especially just laying in the dark."
"Exactly! I'll go get the last thing, you can keep going." You pressed a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen. You tossed a few stuffed animal heating pads into the microwave.
While they were heating up, you grabbed yours and Bucky's water bottles to fill up with the fridge filter.
The beep sounded, indicating you could grab the animals and head back to Bucky.
"I'm back!" You called softly as you closed the door again. The room was still dark, causing you to turn on the lights. Bucky was frantically catching and throwing all four balls.
"It's a bit less relaxing when you've got to keep track of so many." He laughed as one fell and stuck to his elbow.
"Yeah, more like a game then." You smiled, happy to see him having so much fun.
"So, what's the last thing?"
You held up a bright yellow duck and an equally bright green frog.
"Stuffed animals? Doll, how old do you think I am?" He laughed lightheartedly.
"They're not just stuffed animals. They're also heating pads." You smiled, handing the duck to Bucky.
"What do you do with it?" He questioned.
"Men." You couldn't help but mumble it under your breath. "Well, after a mission, when you're feeling sore you can cuddle with one of these and it helps soothe the ache."
"Really? Nothing else you've shown me has been this practical." He chuckled again.
"That is true, but the fact that it's a stuffed frog makes me happy, even after the worst day."
"I guess you have a point." He pulled the duck close to his body, snuggling with it. "I like cuddling with you better." He pouted.
"I like cuddling with you too Bucky. Promise." You turned to face him, holding the frog to your chest with one arm.
"Thank you for sharing all this with me. I honestly don't remember the last time I smiled this much." He looked at you fondly, still smiling.
"Me either. There is one more thing that makes me really happy, though." You whispered.
"Yeah, what's that?" He watched you eagerly, waiting for the last thing.
"You." You watched his smile grow. "Even just spending ten seconds with you makes me happy after a totally shit day."
"Y/N, you make me happier than anyone I've ever met, Steve included." He joked. "I love you so much. More than I ever thought I could love someone."
"I love you too. So, so much." You rested your head on his chest, cuddling as close as the stuffed frog allowed. "Goodnight, Bucky." You whispered softly, eyes already falling closed.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, sighing contently.
"Goodnight my love."
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camiddletonxox · 3 years ago
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Bad Day Coffee Shop
Authors Note - Here is a Gabe fic, please let me know what you think
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Pairing - Gabriel Ricci x OC/Charity Middleton (Laws of Attraction)
Rating - general, i don’t know if I would count this as fluff though 🤔 Maybe just kinda friendship, idk
Summary - Charity is having a bit of a bad day, thankfully Gabe is there to help
Word Count - 1238
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It wasn't unusual for her to have a bad day, she had a bad day every now and then and she knew it. But today, she felt her bad day had succumb just that average 'bad day'. She felt so stressed and she needed a glass of wine, she had been trying to help a client, but the client was unwilling to budge on certain little things and it made her already hard job, even harder. she was sat in her office, she needed to motivation to get up and walk around a little bit.
Gabe had just finished with a client and since the two of them had been unofficially seeing each other, he thought he may as well pop his head into her office, see how she was doing, if she needed a coffee. He slowly walked across the hall, nodding to the para-legal who he passed on his way to her office.
"Mr Ricci" One of them beamed and Gabe gave a smile back, once he had gotten to her office, he knocked lightly on her door.
Charity was startled by the firm knock on the door, she rubbed her eyes and told herself mentally to get herself together, before she let whoever it was at her door, inside her office.
"Come in" she calls and she takes a bit of her sandwich, she looked up as Gabe walked into her office and he smiled at her.
"I just thought I would come and see you" he smiled and she smiled back. But the smile didn't meet her eyes, she looked defeated and looked as if she was having a bad day. He walked into her office and looked at her.
Charity looked at him back, he was staring at her and in some situations, that was totally normal but the way he was at this moment, he knew she wasn't having a good day.
Gabe cleared his throat, "You ok? You don't look ok?" He pressed softly and she couldn't help but laugh, ever so observant Gabe, ever so observant.
"You ok? You don't look ok?" He pressed softly and she couldn't help but laugh, ever so observant Gabe, ever so observant.
"Thank you" she chuckled, the sarcasm clear in her voice made him have a little chuckle to himself. She sighed and she leaned back in her chair, she was frustrated and gabe could tell she was, he took a few steps into the coefficient, and perched his bum on the sofa that she had in the office. Well, lets be more accurate, the arm of the sofa.
"Let me guess, a difficult client" he said and she smiled.
"You could say that" she murmured and she sighed, yes it was a difficult client a very difficult client actually and it was starting to stress her out. She just needed the client to be honest and then she could build a case. She wasn't asking for a lot, she just needed help to help him build a strong case for custody of his child. She looked at Gabe for a moment, who looked back at her.
"And I bet you are letting it stress you out to the point, you actually are not having a very good day" Gabe observed, bluntly, folding his arms.
If she didn't have the amount of respect and potentially the other stuff, she may have come out with a witty, smart response, but he knew her all too well, that much she knew.
"I just feel I am having a bad day in general" she defends herself and he nodded for a moment, just for a moment before he cleared his throat.
"Well I feel I can help you in some way, that is if you want me to" he responded and she nodded, and went to open the folder, thinking he meant he was going to look at the case for her and give her advice, but no, she needed a break. To stop her from opening up the folder, he stepped behind her and pressed a soft kiss to her neck, completely catching her off guard.
"I didn't mean give you help on the case" he stated and she turned round to him, and looked at him.
"Well what more could you have been talking about?" The way her eyebrows creased made him chuckle, she was just adorable and she knew it.
"I am going to, if I need to, drag you out this room, make you a coffee, and get you something to eat. Well we could go to the Bad day Coffee Shop" Gabe explained, as he came to the bad day coffee shop bit, couldn't help but chuckle at his own joke, it was good, right?
"Dragging me out the room seems a bit extreme" she argued, and he chuckled.
"Then you need to willingly leave the room, and come for a coffee" he shrugged and Charity shook her head, and as she stood up decided to challenge his little joke.
"I haven't seen a cafe called 'The Bad Day Coffee Shop' anywhere, I worry you may just be making it up" she had a big grin on her face and he sighed, she was impossible when she wished to be.
"Just stop working and come on" he groans, she had a answer for everything, but then again that was women in general, wasn't it?
"I was just making a valid point" she says innocently as she grabs her coat and purse, and he rolled his eyes.
After a while, they made their way to the exit of the law firm, they walked side by side with a small distance between them. Once they arrived at the coffee shop, which was one just 200 yards up the road.
"This is not called the day day coffee shop" she stated as they walked inside, and he rolled his eyes.
"I know that, but its a coffee shop that I regularly come to if I, myself, the great Gabriel Ricci, have a bad day" He explained and Charity smirked, she would not let this one go.
"But this is Jim J's Coffee Parlour" she spoke and folded her arms as he found the two of them a table and he rolled his eyes. He placed a kiss on her lips to shut her up and she just kept a neutral smirk on her face.
"Just sit down, what do you want me to buy you?" He says and she sits down.
"A latte with caramel syrup, please... I can buy it myself" she looks at him and he rolls his eyes, he was treating her to a coffee.
"I will buy it, have you eaten today" he asks.
"A ham sandwich half left from yesterday" she replied.
"They do a mean panini, what do you want" he asks.
"Errr, cheese and ham?" She asks.
"I will go and get you your food" he says and goes to the coffee front and orders them what they've asked for before he comes back with their coffee's.
"Now you have a bit of time, to just relax, not think about work. When we get back, I can help you with whatever you want me to when it comes to this case, but for now, we are eating lunch and relaxing" Gabe says and kisses her, "no work talk till we get back to the firm"
Charity kissed back and agreed, she was glad she had him, and she reluctantly agreed to relax until they got back to the office.
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negans-savior-complex · 3 years ago
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Mountain Dew, Banana Milkshake, Latte, Cappuccino, White Tea, Schweppes, Grapefruit Juice
Drinks Ask Game
Mountain Dew - Have your ever disliked something and then changed your mind?
- Yeah, back when I was 10 or 11 when Pokemon was the Big New Popular Thing here, my grandma bought me this Pokemon magazine and in it was a two page article on another anime (Dragonball Z) that was scheduled to air on TV soon. And just looking at that article and seeing the screenshots used to fill me with so much hatred 😂 It was the art style, I thought it was so incredibly fucking stupid looking and I hated it so much. It got even worse when the commercials started airing.
Joke's on me though, I ended up giving it a go out of morbid curiosity and got hooked so bad after only watching one episode, and now 25 years later I still like it. I could talk about Saiyans and all of my headcanon on them aaaallllll day!!!
Banana Milkshake - What “Old Person” things do you do?
- I have no idea if this counts as an old person thing, but when I go to bed and get comfy, I read a book for about 30 minutes. You couldn't catch me doing this 6 years ago.
Latte - What did you think was cool then, when you were a kid but isn’t cool now?
- This is super cringe: my RP buddy, way back in the mid 2000s when I only wrote OCs, we had this story that took place in hell, with demons and such and copious amounts of 'yaoi' and 'bishonen characters'. The world was pretty fleshed out and one of my main characters was the devil... so we joked with each other that we - because our devil character looked like a hot anime dude with wings and he was our favorite - were devil worshipers. Yeah I know. Stupid. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Either way, one day she visited me and we went to this small bookstore in town, run by this old lady, and we went in to ask if she had any books about, you guessed it, satanism. We meant it as a joke, dumb as shit as we were, but of course she didn't think it was funny and chased us out. And that's when I kinda realized that it really wasn't funny at all.
I lost contact with that friend about a year later for different reasons, and while I don't want to put all the blame on her because the devil character was my design and idea and was mostly written by me, she was very anti-Christianity and I think I was pretty influenced by her at the time because I looked up to her a lot (she was like 7 years older than me and super cool in my eyes).
So yeah. Big Yikes. I feel like a dodged a bullet when we stopped being friends.
Cappuccino – You only get 3 words to describe yourself – what are they?
- Creative, loyal, shy
White Tea - What’s one thing that can instantly make your day better?
- Getting to sit down, relax and finally talk to my friends, especially after a long day T^T
Schweppes – What do you wish you were really good at?
- Being naturally confident. Most of the time my confidence is completely faked but I wish I could just... go and do the things I wanna do, meet people and go places I've never been before without my own anxiety-ridden brain holding me back all the time.
Grapefruit Juice - When you have 30 minutes of free-time, how do you pass the time?
- Youtube and Reddit
@wrathfulmercy thanks bae <3
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yakuly · 4 years ago
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🍵🌿 Sedansogu [Chap. 02]
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A/N: Another chapter, and this one is a little bigger than the other, and Jun may seem a little jerk, but we pretend we didn't even see it. That's it, I hope you like it!
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Miraculously the next day at the office was calmer. So calm that Eui was able to advance some reports and still assist his boss, Taeyong personally in his office. The boy sometimes managed to sink into piles of paper that looked unfinished, and then she went to help him. "Okay, I think we should take a break..." the brunette says running his hands over his face, sighing visibly tired. The sunlight that comes out of the windows illuminates your beautiful face. Looking away from the papers to look at the boy, she smiles.
"Yes sure." She gets up promptly and leaves her small pile next to where she was. - I can go get a coffee if you want. - she offers and watches her boss close his eyes already feeling the pleasure of tasting the drink. "An espresso and a latte?" Eui asks already knowing that the answer will be yes since they are the boss's favorites.
The girl leaves the room and before leaving the build, passes by her desk to get her purse, with her wallet. Soon, it is already stopped waiting for the elevator on its floor. She rambled on about which coffee she was going to order for herself when one of her colleagues stops by her side and greets her.
"tough day?" Kyungsoo asks, first scaring her, since he is not much of a conversation, and secondly, because everyone seems to ask this when they see her. But she doesn't think about it much, she just turns to him, who still faces the big iron doors.
"Not much, but it could be better." the boy shakes his head, and Eui takes advantage of the fact that he brought up the subject to continue since these opportunities are rare. "what about you?"
"Pretty much the same..." And there the matter ends, as soon as the elevator arrives. The journey is fast and quiet, until the second time Kyungsoo takes the lead: "Do you know where they sell a decent coffee? I was going to buy it at the restaurant here, but they are a denial!"
"Yes they are. You can come with me if you want, I know a wonderful cafeteria not far away ..." - And this time, Eui watches the brunette relax next to her, and smiles at that. This time she leaves no room for silence and starts to raise the subject of "how he survived all this time drinking what should be called dirty water, which the cafeteria served", making him laugh. One subject leads to another, and soon the two arrived on the spot.
Kyungsoo looks around, already loving the place. It was clear, with clear walls and a few pictures. If the coffee was the same as the decoration, he already loved it. They both place their orders, pay, and make their way back.
"You know that you are well spoken by the office, right?" he says, making her look indignant. “You work directly with the boss and he likes you…before that, well we doubt he liked anything."
"What? Taeyong?" she asks incredulously. After so long with him, she couldn't believe this would be the employees' version of her. Sometimes she had the impression that only she and Seulgi knew he was sensitive.
The conversation about the boss is interrupted when the girl accidentally bumps into someone on the street, and turns around to apologize but is surprised.
"Aren't you Taeyong's assistant?" the voice makes the couple stop to look at him, and then she not only sees that they are actually two boys but recognizes who they are: Mr. Choi Minho and Mr. Kim Junmyeon. She smiles politely, confirming the hunch "good to know he lets you breathe!" Mr. Minho jokes making everyone laugh politely at the game. "Tell Taeyong that I sent my regards!"
"Yes sure. It was good to see you again!" She smiles slightly, as she holds the glasses with the drinks, and then turns to go back on her way.
...
As soon as she arrived, Eui delivered the coffees to his boss and said that he met his partner. The same laughs at the boy's clowning, and they take a few minutes to talk about their friendship. Eui always liked that Taeyong often treated her as an equal and indebted story to her, who also told her friends.
The two end up with the missing papers at the exact time they must leave. The sun had already set at some point, and the light was shining in the sky, as well as some stars and the buildings around it, that was the view from Taeyong's living room window, and the brunette always loved her.
"Thank you so much for today Eui, in thanks, you can stay home tomorrow." he says making the girl's eyes widen.
"But tomorrow you have a meeting with ..."
"Okay, Seulgi helps me, as he always did. Take your day, Eui." she then accepted, enjoying the idea of ​​being able to stay at home and wake up at the time she wants, at least once a week. After saying goodbye, the girl picks up her things on her desk, organizing her, and before finally leaving to talk to Seulgi, passing on the documents and information that will help her the next day, and then she goes to the bathroom to check on her. When the girl finally leaves, she realizes that she is alone.
"Are you always the last to leave?" Eui hears a voice next to her as soon as she leaves the company, and almost screams in fright, but when she turns around she sees Mr. Junmyeon holding a little smile. “Sorry Mr. Junmyeon, but you scared me now…” she says catching her breath. "I apologize, but you see, you shouldn't leave the company this late, someone could kidnap you." he says, and the girl nods without knowing what to say.
"Okay, can I help you with anything?" she asks really curious as to why he was there, and talking to her "Mr. Taeyong has already left..."
" I came to give you back your pen." the brunette smiles, while Eui tries to remember as if the object of stopping him.
"Thank you, but you didn't have to come here at this hour just to give me back my pen." she says trying not to look rude, but the older one continues with a smile on his face.
"Okay, it was the only excuse I got to be able to come here to see you outside working hours ..." - Junmyeon puts his hands inside his pants pocket, and Eui doesn't know if it's sleep, the urge to go home fast, or fatigue, but she seemed to understand nothing of a situation that was apparently too obvious.
"Sorry, but I don't understand where you want to go..."
"Well, first you can call me you, and second I would like to take you out." Eui doesn't believe what he just heard and shakes his head to put his brain in place. The brunette asks the boy to repeat, as she probably didn't hear right.
"Ah, I don't think this is a good idea ... it seems to me unethical ... and kind of weird ..."
"I don't see why... I see you almost every day and you strike me as a very charming person, and after all, I'm not your boss..."
"Yes, but he's a friend of him ..." the girl tried to understand the whole situation, but she couldn't do it at all.
"Yes, but Taeyong has nothing to do with my personal relationships." Junmyeon smiles, and this is the first time Eui has really noticed him and tries not to, he is handsome, polite, and intelligent, but he still looks strange. "Look, I won't make you go out with me, but that doesn't mean it won't hurt my feelings' he says when the silence falls on them both. She ends up smiling at the joke and the fact that he even put his hands on his chest simulating pain.
"I'm sorry, but I think I'll have to hurt your feelings, I don't feel comfortable going out with my boss's partner ..." she says, and he pretends to feel even more pain, making her laugh slightly. But soon Junmyeon shakes his head in agreement.
"Okay, I'll try to survive. But can I at least accompany you home?" he asks, and watches the brunette consider the proposal "I swear it's just for security, it's too late, and as I said, it's dangerous ... "
"Just walk?" Eui asks, and he confirms "without trying to persuade me?" She asks again, and he confirms it. With a sigh, Eui starts walking, waiting for the brunette to accompany her, but he doesn't. She then turns to see him standing and watching her:
"Aren't you coming?"
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[Masterlist] • [Sedansogu Masterlist] • [EXO Masterlist]
🍵🌿🖇..⃗. buy me a coffee?
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latenightdrabble-blog · 7 years ago
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Spring -Part 2
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Thanks to @byul-bit-arae for letting me use this moodboard! ❤
Here's part two of this little fic. Find part one here. Also, you don't really need to have read part one to read this, it's up to you!
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Excitement coursed through your veins as you woke up in your hotel room. Never have you been excited when you woke up. Usually, you didn't even speak to anyone until an hour and cup of coffee later. The fact that you were in Japan, for a vacation with Taeyong though, was enough to make you throw the covers off.
"Tae wake up WAKE UP!" you said, nudging him softly in the side. He was snuggled into the blanket and you almost felt bad for interrupting his sleep.
"Five more minutes..." he mumbled, pulling the covers closer to his chin.
"Tae we have SEIZE THE DAY! Just because you made your Japan debut now and have travelled here many times, it doesn't mean that you can laze around like this!"
"Baby girl lemme sleep a little more" he said and turned away from you.
Nah ah. This would not do. You quickly formed a plan of attack.
You quickly got up and went over to his side of the bed, and settled on your knees.
"Tae~ wakey wakey!" you said as you attacked him with kisses. You climbed on top of him and continued to do so as his eyes flew open. "Wha- what are you doing?" he said, a blush covering his face. He flipped you over and settled on top of you. You squealed as he began tickling you.
"Two can play at this game!"
After a lot of convincing and a couple more kisses, the two of you finally got out of bed. You looked forward to going out and exploring the Osaka. Getting dressed quickly, you headed out for breakfast.
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Half the day passed by blissfully and you had to pinch yourself to believe it was all true. You made sure you had asked Yuta for places to visit and restaurants to eat at, and slowly worked through the list. Taeyong made sure to get the other members a little something a well.
The last stop of the evening, before sunset, was one of the cherry blossom viewing gardens.
You had indulged in everything cherry blossom flavoured so far, from your latte in the morning, to the box of pocky in your hand. Taeyong found it very amusing, and his heart swelled with happiness to see you finally enjoy yourself and be fully relaxed. He knew how much you needed this trip and this time together.
"You've shown me a different side of you" he said, grinning and pulling you close.
"What do you mean?"
"Remember you used to hate pink? Now you've done nothing but eat pink things" he said, chuckling.
"Tis the season Tae! Plus, I used to hate pink, not anymore."
"Tis the season indeed. Except that Sakura beer was kind of silly, it didn't even taste like it!"
"I know!! But the can was cute."
"The can was cute" he repeated, mocking you as you both burst out laughing.
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The path led you to the gardens, and as soon as you laid your eyes on the trees, your mouth fell open in delight.
"Woaaahhhhh! It's so BEAUTIFUL!" you said and ran ahead toward the trees. It indeed was a beautiful sight, the blossoms gently swaying in the breeze, the pretty pink dusting giving it an other worldly look. "It's so much better than all the anime I've watched..!"
"All the anime you've watched? Seriously?" Taeyong asked, catching up to you.
"Yeah~" you said dreamily. You were too taken in by the sight to focus on what he was saying. He took this opportunity to get some great candid pictures of you. it took you a while to realize but when you did, you ran up to him and said, “Tae! You sneaky little snake, you.”
“I can't help it when you're so pretty.” 
“The blossoms are prettier.”
“I doubt that.” 
“Okay you're prettier.”, you said, teasingly.
Taeyong walked ahead ahead, to pick up a flower. In his attempt to find the perfect one, you found an opportunity to get back at him. You whipped out your phone and began clicking pictures of him. He soon noticed what you were doing, and being the diva he is, threw up a few peace signs and said, “Everything I do is a pose.”
"Yeah yeah whatever.”, you said, giggling. You continued taking pictures of him, and in one of those moments, you had an epiphany. You slowly lowered your phone and stared at him, slightly in awe, with a million thoughts racing through your head. You couldn't help but think about how lucky you were to be with such a wonderful man. He had been nothing but supportive, patient and understanding, no matter how tough things got. You both understood each other so well, it almost scares you. You don't believe in soul mates, but if you did, he'd be pretty close to being one. 
"Hey, what's wrong?” He asked, seeing that you were just staring at him, not doing anything. “Is everything okay?”
“Tae” you breathed out, your voice almost a whisper, as you tried to form a coherent sentence. 
“Yeah?”
“I don't think I've ever said this but....thank you.”
“Thank you for what?”
“For always being here, no matter what. Thank you for being the absolute best. I never understood it when people used to talk about their significant others and gush about them and how they've changed their life for the better but now I do. All those stupid love songs finally make sense. I...... I don't quite know what it is I'm feeling right now because I've ever felt it before. I know you're not perfect, none of us are. I know we all have our faults, but that's just the beauty of being human. To put it simply, you make my life a lot better and I hope I can do the same for you. To be honest, I would like you to be a part of my life for a longer time.” 
“What are you trying to say? He asked, tears brimming in his eyes. 
You walked up to him and took his hands in yours. “What I'm trying to say, Lee Taeyong, is that I'd like to marry you someday. Maybe this is too soon, maybe we're not ready, maybe you don't want to, I don't know, I just had to say it. I need you to know.” 
“Wha-what?”, he asked, shock overtaking his face. He was too choked up to respond to what you had said.
“I mean it.” You said, and pulled him into a hug. You felt soft tears wet your shoulder as tears began streaming down your face as well. Honestly who knew the cherry blossoms would make you so emotional?
 Maybe it wasn't the cherry blossoms. Maybe this is what they call love. 
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“Oh my gosh hyung you are the least manliest man I know!” Yuta said with a huff, when you went back, and Taeyong told them what had transpired. “I can't believe your girlfriend had to propose to you.”
“Oh Yuta, quit it!” you said, laughing at his silly joke. 
“It's not my fault! I didn't know she was going to propose? I don't think she knew either.” Taeyong said, trying to defend himself.
“Yeah that's the truth. I didn't know. Plus, it wasn't like some proper proposal. I just said we should... Y’know.... Probably just make this official.”
“That's not what you said.” Taeyong said, teasingly.
“Oh shut up, cry baby” 
“Hey, you cried too!”
“Okay, okay, I concede. I love you!” you said, leaning forward to kiss him. Of course, you kind of forgot that there were other people in the room and deepened the kiss. 
“Listen, you guys are my OTP and all but- “ Jaehyun said, but he was cut off by Yuta who shouted, “There are children here!” before covering Sicheng’s eyes.
“Hyung, I'm literally the same age as Jaehyun, I don't understand why you're doing this.” Sicheng said with a sigh. 
“I guess you'll always be everyone's baby.”, you said, laughing. 
“But not yours, you're not that much older than I am.” Sicheng retaliated. 
“That's right. I've only adopted the dreamies.”
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