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[mykaelaaa]

lesson learned

✰ lee teaches you how to handle a weapon but you kept getting distracted

✰warnings: guns, crimes, suggestive

✰words: 2.2k

"we have the entire forest around us and live in the woods. who's even gonna catch us?"

it was just simple banter back and forth. except today it seemed a bit more unfair, mostly for you.

it sparked after you read an article about a break-in near your neighborhood.

"listen to this one," you announced the seventh reading session in the past five minutes to lee, not certain if she was genuinely immersed or lost track by the time you finished with the first story.

"a woman suffered life threatening injuries around late night hours while her husband was out of town. they stole cash and jewelry and left without a trace," you quickly passed through the story, turning head in disapproval.

"great, hope FBI has spare guns for the love of your life," you added jokingly, hoping she just might consider it an option.

with closed news tab and a slight bitter feeling left by the nearby crime, you run your eyes over to your unbothered girlfriend. post afternoon nap fashion on display. lazily done ponytail, chapped lips and one of your old hoodies.

she probably thinks she can just teleport from her office to the cabin if you're in danger only if she thinks really hard about it. so it doesn't concern her much.

and that's how it began. neither of you letting it slide easily.

how do you argue with an intelligence officer who holds the highest scores in top-secret exams out of the whole squad for years in a row? and the worst part is she wasn't even bragging, it was a walk in the park for her.

"no."

"lee, think about it-"

"-no, i won't do that. it's not safe and you might get hurt." lee led the conversation flowing with logic and as much as you wanted to exploit the girlfriend privilege and have her drop the attitude or else she can start planning her week on the couch, there are not many ways for you to win this argument.

your begging attempts didn't work for some unknown reason. you just wanted her to show you how to defend yourself, just in case you get caught up in a bad situation.

and who can be a better mentor than lee harker herself?

she bears the patience, the charm, the looks, the wit. all except one thing, she's stubborn loser that cares too much for you.

you were assured it would be no fuss because, in most cases, she lets you get away with many things and not much convincing. it usually starts with a fake, heavy sigh that tries to disguise the fact you already won her over the second you said "can we" followed by "fine, we can do that i guess".

the win-loss ratio goes heavily in your favor.

"i mean, lee, imagine this," you said, putting your phone down to be taken more seriously. "you, real deal FBI agent working overnight on top secret case and me, your average local barista home alone?"

"you're not average," lee stated convincingly, now her eyes locking with yours to further prove it.

modest chuckle left you but you can't falter. not now.

"what if something happens? the headlines being "officers cabin raided; partner had no idea how to defend herself". kind of embarrassing, right?"

she shrugged not fully convinced, again absorbed in the detective game on her phone you made her addicted to.

"not really. many people don't know how to defend themselves nowadays."

she both missed and had a point.

as you took the last sip of the coffee and softly slammed down the mug knowing it will make her look up from her phone, you said "well that settles it then."

and maybe if you add a touch of dramatic scenario, she'd get it.

"if someone hires a hitman, reason being me having super-important-intel-full girlfriend then i won't know how to defend myself and die."

which is partially your fault for wanting to know every single detail about the cases she is working on.

she frowned, putting her phone aside. disappointment clear by the look on her face at the terrible scenario you just made up.

"what? no. what? don't say that."

"it is kind of true, though." you got up carrying your mug to the kitchen. the look you shot over the shoulder made her sigh.

jackpot.

you caught lee looking around the house, chewing on her lip. hands fidgeting in the pocket of her hoodie. eyes searching for nothing in particular but her mind was.

her gaze lingered a bit longer at the fluffy, ruffled blanket near the fireplace she got from you with "FBI Agent Off Duty" sewn into it. even if it sounded incredibly corny she would take a bullet for it, quite literally.

chair screeched against the wooden floor and lee beelined towards her office without a word.

sound of drawers opening and closing slipped through the walls for a minute up until it got suspiciously quiet.

right when you were about to check if she needed helping hand, you stopped to find her figure leaning against the doorway.

jacket on and holster attached to her hip hanging loosely as she held two heavy winter jackets in each hand, presenting them to you. it was hardly that cold outside but she went that extra mile.

"which one do you want?" it's not much of a hassle choosing between her FBI jacket and yours, a bland one on discount.

your answer was fairly delayed because it took some strength to look away from all that officer look going on that often gets you going. her in strictly business outfits are reserved for the work-cramped mornings and nights, not on free days like this one.

"i-i'll take the one that wasn't on discount three years ago." it made her snicker like she saw that answer coming.

you reached to take the jacket first but she stopped you, "turn around first."

"what for?"

lee didn't care to explain why but instead turned you around swiftly by the hips and kept her hands there. her front against your back as she bent her knees slightly to adjust to your height. hair tickling you and cheek brushing against yours.

she can be sly if she wants to.

out of thin air, she pulled out another holster to wrap it around your waist. you concentrated on the way her fingers adjusted it, easy like breathing. speaking of it, lee's face was terribly close to yours. with just a little push forward you would have kissed the corner of her lips.

but you opted to tease her instead, squinting your eyes in suspicion.

"is this how you help interns too?"

that earned you a quick side glance and a pair of raised brows, sort of shocked you'd ask that. do you think she's all that immoral when away from home? does she need to prove it to you?

she turned you around again with more force, face to face with you. her bangs tickled your forehead and you swallowed nervously. looking down at her final maneuvers at strapping you in safely.

veiny hands that buckled the belt with precision, a blend of her unique feminine yet masculine perfume, the heat rising between you.

"i don't do interns."

"you don't do interns?"

lee either ignored you or didn't hear you. she raised her head but still kept gaze lowered, satisfied with her handiwork.

"here," she grabbed her thrown FBI jacket from the couch.

"so what do you do then? baristas?"

"you said you wanted me to show you how to handle a gun."

"i did. you know i'm just kidding lee." you pulled her closer by the hand while snatching the jacket with the other. high quality material hugged your body perfectly. plus points for smelling like her.

it's not often lee sees you in her clothes like this. she would be lying if she said it didn't make her feel warm inside. and whatever else love brings.

"shall we?"

✧ ✧

it resembled professional training, except you were surrounded by the comfort of your home.

and lee was far from just any typical instructor.

she was adamant about teaching you the basics and her dominant side was slipping through the cracks. you didn't mind, not one bit.

after scanning the forest carefully and picking a tree that will serve as the target, lee ordered you where to stand and what to do.

something about your girlfriend bossing you around did a toll on you.

"see where my fingers are? that's the good way to hold it," lee explained, using herself as a reliable example. she kept unnecessary long eye contact with you that made you feel small.

"did you get it?" she questioned with a steady tone.

you nodded too quickly, "yes, yes. i can do it on my own."

that was a lie.

perhaps this wasn't the best idea, and you should rather take classes with someone who doesn't have the same hands that make you see stars almost every night.

and thank god she doesn't do interns.

at first, you battled with the weight of it. lee moved quietly behind you, watching you struggle to recall the correct position. you felt her hands traveling all the way to yours and softly wrapping around them. they were warm to touch, a harsh contrast to the outside breeze and cold metal of the gun.

she guided your fingers to where they were supposed to rest. a shiver passed right through you and you knew who to blame.

"ease off on the grip for me."

you breathed out harshly, unaware you've been keeping it in this whole time. lee didn't notice, sound was muffled by the leaves rustling.

but she did everything else. your hands were trembling under her hold and you held your breath for too long. she didn't understand why. she owned endless patience, especially when it came to you.

she wasn't the most skilled when it came to comforting but at least there was a lot of effort present.

"it's okay, i'm here," her words brushed past your ear, causing you to nearly drop the gun. she can crack a decades old cold case but not comprehend the effect she has on you.

"i didn't know how to use it either but i learned eventually," lee added.

all you did was nod and she wasn't satisfied with that reaction.

"look at me," sounded more authoritative than she wanted it to be. but you didn't dare to turn your face in her direction or else you might end up kissing her. or something worse. and you knew it would come full circle to bite you back.

with inhuman manner and precision, she snatched the gun from your weak grip, simultaneously letting the other land on your cheek, making you face her.

"are you cold?"

"of course not, i got your jacket on," you stated as matter of a fact.

"what is it then?"

"what are you talking about?" you laughed maybe too wildly trying to avoid her gaze.

lee dealt with many liars and you got something similar going on.

"you're distracted," lee stated, not leaving any room for your excuses. it was a plain observation and a correct one.

what a genius. you rolled your eyes, suddenly finding a tree branch interesting to stare at, deciding you can't keep this facade up any longer.

"it's you lee. you're a distraction."

"me?" just a tad of hurt in her voice apparent. probably thinking she wasn't good enough of a teacher. if only you could swap places with her right now instead of explaining yourself.

"yes. you," your hands sneaked up to cup her face, dragging against a rough material and for a second you leaned in forward. you lured her in so effortlessly. she mirrored your movements, eager breaths meeting in the middle but you backed away. not allowing her to kiss you.

you chuckled meanly, playing with your lips she kept staring at like she was about to snap. you left the kiss hung in the air and lee was ready to chase it.

"i don't really care about the lesson right now to be honest."

"i figured," lee barely finished the sentence before she pulled you in. both lips cold and soft. it was simple yet such a complex mix of everything.

her shoulders slumped at ease right as and you deepened the kiss further. her hands gripping your sides. hunger was spilling out from both bodies and eventually someone had to bite the bullet and move it inside the house.

neither was down let go, too breathless from a brief makeout. much bigger shame for a trained officer with good endurance who got all her air knocked out by her girlfriend.

"i thought you'd take it more seriously, you know," you teased, smile spreading across your lips.

"i did. this is a reward for not shooting me," she shot back matching your grin. "and i'll have to keep that jacket under a lock."

"yeah? i recommend doing the same for guns," you flashed the stolen one in front of her eyes before making a run for the house.

lee gave you some time to enjoy your fun and find a hiding spot. preferably somewhere close to the bedroom before she's had enough of her lessons being ignored.

so you'll have to learn a few. it's weekend after all.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Spirk Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Entering Orbit by museaway - Rated M

Jim escapes to Iowa to avoid the media frenzy following the Narada incident, but a late-night miscommunication results in Spock turning up on his front porch.

Atlas by distractedKat - Rated T

Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning.

Telsu by s0mmerspr0ssen - Rated M

Throughout his childhood, Spock suffers from 'emotional seizures'. It takes his healers and parents years to understand their cause - a special telsu bond: t'hy'la.

Let Me Help by Maifai - Rated T

The Narada incident has just been dealt with, and Kirk is realizing that he's in worse shape than he would like to admit.

This Place at the Crossroads by alpha_hydra - Rated T

Starfleet intelligence says that Earth is decades away from developing warp-technology. Then again, Starfleet intell didn’t count on one James Tiberius Kirk getting anywhere near the issue.

Sweetheart Come to Me by rabidchild67 - Rated T

Endearments are illogical. Until they aren’t. Spock learns a lesson.

Spaceman by treksfromlastnight - Rated T

Academy AU. Five times Spock realizes he's attracted to a barista at the academy spaceport, and one time he decides to do something about it.

Ashayam by Willowe - Rated G

Spock knows he has no right to refer to Jim as any sort of endearment, even in the privacy of his own thoughts. If he had only listened to this logic he wouldn't find himself in this position, standing on the bridge having just called his captain "ashayam".

Something Smart to Do by kianspo - Rated M

In which Jim finds himself fake-married to his first officer every other month. It's not his fault. Mostly. Dowries and Klingons are involved. Starfleet is decidedly not amused.

Antigravity by sinestrated - Rated T

Five times Spock was surprised by the brilliance of Kirk's mind, and one time he totally saw it coming.

Please don't touch the Vulcans by museaway - Rated M

The "yes" is out of Jim's mouth before he can think about it.

Miscommunication by sinestrated - Rated T

Jim's brain gets scrambled during an away mission gone wrong, with interesting results.

[woonierkiz]

BURN THE MEMOIR — CUTE BARISTA

CHAPTER SUMMARY. Jake Sim skipped his violin lessons to hang out with his friends, and they suggested going to Starbucks. However, he doesn't know how to order a drink at Starbucks. But when he saw this cute barista, he couldn't stop stuttering and making up a weird combination of a latte. When the barista asked for his name, he thought she was making a move. So, he gave his number instead!  After that horrible memory of his, he continued his journey as an idol. However, things turned sideways when that cute barista was a senior of him AND SAME LABELS. Will he continue to embarrass himself? Will he grow some balls?

pairings. pre-debut jake (for now until chap 4?) x pre-debut fem! yn

The cold air of the air conditioner engulfs jake's figure as he feels refreshed from it. His golden-brown eyes were fixed on the cafe; The cafe only has a few customers and mostly drive-thru.

"Why are you even here? " Jake asked them as he slightly pushed Vince's shoulder (Vince a.k.a. the science addict and Arthur's neighbor) " To relax, duh, " Vince said sarcastically while rolling his eyes, and Arthur's laugh echoed at the cafe making a few side eyes from them.

" Shut up! " Jake whispered while he sat, as he looked at the man whose side-eyeing and bowed his head for an apology which the man reacted by huffing and doing his business.

" Jake, Can you order us some matcha lattes? " Vince pleads while making puppy dog eyes makes Arthur fake barf, and Jake rolls his eyes out.

" Why me? You can order that yourself and order me a chocolate chip latte. " Jake asked ignoring his friend's request as he looked at the menu. " Bro, you never ordered by yourself. I want my child to learn baby steps. " Vince smiled giddily making his dimples show and took his phone as he tried to distract himself. Arthur laughed while agreeing with Vince as he updated his girlfriend.

" Fine, just matcha latte, right? " Jake asked while he went to the counter and his friends said yes. He doesn't feel any nervousness; he's just going to order a latte, that's it. There is nothing to worry about right?

But his eyes are fixated on the ground as his hands reach for his pocket to get his wallet as he hears such a sickening lovely voice. He looked up at the cashier welcoming him.

" Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get started for you today? " She smiled at me while greeting me. He doesn't know what to say right now. He might be corny, he have never seen such a beautiful girl before maybe he did see some other pretty girls but never felt this way by looking at him. 

" Uh, 3 pumpkin spice lattes, please… " Jake asked in a soft tone as his posture straightened, trying to make himself more presentable. He forgot what he was supposed to say as the cashier hummed in and replied, " How tall do you want your drink, sir? " While her fingers typed his order, " the tallest one. " The cashier looked at him and nodded in reply.

He noticed the subtle glance of the girl and he thought nothing of it until " What is your name sir? " He felt his brain pause for a second.

My name? Name. Oh OH, IS SHE!? there is no way like NO NO NAURRR. I mean I'm kinda handsome not too much just average BUT STILL, IS THIS MY TIME?

he thought while he took a small piece of paper from his pocket and wrote his number and name, the cashier looked in confusion when the boy suddenly wrote something near the cashier's table.

" Here. " Jake gave the folded piece of paper from the girl and gladly took it from him as she opened it making her smile widely and cough. " Wow, Well thank you for making my day, Jake. But, I wasn't asking for your number just your name so I can put your name on your drink. "

He felt so embarrassed and nodded, he looked at his friends and saw them trying not to laugh out loud while smacking each other in laughter, he felt his face turns hot and placed the cash on the counter. Not looking at the girl waiting for his receipt and when he got it. He walked fastly to their table and sat in utter silence.

NOTE! FIRST CHAP IS HERE <33

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[studywitheden]

Caffeine could kill you.

I am not a coffee person but I do have coffee sometimes from 7-11 which is a Nescafe packet mixture with hot wafer and gulp it down with some tuna or an egg sandwich before I dart myself to the classroom.

My body is not used to the caffeine, for I am a tea person.

Today morning, after having an intense meeting with my professor regarding the thesis proposal, I went to a different 7-11 store, away from my faculty, to which I walked for atleast 15 minutes. It was located near the student centre where you have these huge variety of food stalls, bigger 7-11 with more options, and even some fancy cafés.

When I reached, I found out that they had run out of sandwiches. Sadly, I had to pick a boring version which was also available at my faculty's, and for some reason my nervousness didn't allow me to ask where the coffee counter was. In my faculty's 7-11, I knew where and how to make myself a hot cup of coffee. So, I just bought the sandwich and decided to try the café nearby. This was my first time ordering, and I ordered espresso. That was my first mistake of the day.

The barista looked at me in confusion as I told him I wanted a hot version. Iced one makes my stomach ache (I didn't tell him that). But he went to prepare it right after thinking for quite a few seconds. The language barrier was not helping at all.

When my order arrived, I picked up my cup and found it very light. I went to my table. Opened the lid, saw the delicious looking concentrated espresso with its mean looking colour glaring back at me, with a sigh of relief I took a sip, and then again, and again, till my cup was empty. The strong bitter taste and the aroma was wonderful. That was my second mistake of the day.

My stomach was empty, not even water had made it through the whole day because I kinda woke up late today.

And yes, I could have eaten that 7-11 sandwich first before I decided to sip that espresso but my puny brain have totally forgotten about the bread inside my bag and the excitement of trying coffee at a café I have never been before got me.

I took my notebook and start making a note recalling what my advisor have told me to work on, then something really strange started to happen. My heart was racing, and a surge of excitement came over me. There were currents flowing through my whole body, and my forehead felt really weird so I googled.

The Google told me that it was called caffeine jitters, and I was now a victim of it. The café was slowly filling with students as the lunch hour got near, so I decided to leave. I packed my bag and walked out.

On the way to the Uni gate, my legs felt like noodles, like it was going to give out any minute and I would fall down like building blocks and would be an embarrassment infront of bunch of students walking around me.

I fastened my pace and then, it started raining. I had an umbrella but something in me decided not to use it, and for some good reason, I did not carry my laptop bag today. I just had my messenger bag with a notebook and an umbrella.

I took a motorbike taxi to my apartment while getting beaten by rain on the way because the drivers here drive like they are in Moto G Race. My pair of glasses needed wipers, and the sunscreen was getting washed by rain into my eyes making it sting. Me and my driver reached my destination drenched in rain, while the caffeine jitters still didn't stop.

My roommate told me I look like a rat caught in rain, I looked in the mirror and she was not kidding. I surely looked like some drenched sewer rat. And while talking with her, I felt my heart still racing, also my voice felt it was more louder than usual yet I couldn't control it.

I ate some rice with veggies, the jitters still remained.

And yes, I remembered that I had bought a sandwich just now and put it inside my refrigerator.

After taking some rest, the awful feeling went away.

A lesson learned today is that never down that espresso if you have sandwich in your bag, first take a bite of that bread and then sip your espresso.

[tulipe-rose]

Drummer Lucy M. will forever live rent free in my head. She'd be so cool, and pretty I love her. She would start taking lessons from an early age, taking her time until she could play it like second nature. Mark would've taken two weeks of lessons alongside her (shhh ik it won't make sense given the timeline and how they would probably still be in Canada, and a town near the Mississippi but shhh) because he thought it'd make him look cool, but gave up too soon, and went on to be an amazing self proclaimed musician, trying multiple genres because he can't choose one (he's actually has pretty good vocal range, but his ego is infuriating to those close to him. His outfits are usually made for fan service, and Lucy, his twin in everything but blood, makes fun of him 'You look like a hotdog mascot abshshksb'.)

Atsushi would look so good with a saxophone. He'd be under training for a while since his skills are pretty rusty at best, but his potential is there, with Fukuzawa, and Naomi having complete faith in him from the start. He gets his debut a few months later. His signature haircut grows out a little until it looked decent (looks like the one in beast), he usually wore caps, hoods, a hat like tricky's from subway surfers, or maybe have it pulled back with multiple bobby pins. His popularity skyrockets after a few performances, and let me tell you the people love this albino.

The Guild productions™ is an international agency with it's main branch in America, they attempted to recruit Atsushi into their ranks, using underhanded tricks, nearly succeeding for a little over a week before their Japanese branch nearly went bankrupt, courtesy of souheki; they had to give up Atsushi, and Lucy left along with him to work as a barista in the Agency's favorite cafe, rumours about her are spreading like rapid fire, and she tries to act like she couldn't care less (She has had a little bit of a break down when too many people gave her judgemental stares at the grocery store.). Louisa A, the Guild's manager, manages to pull them, and the president, steadily rebuilding their reputation. They'll never go back to their prime days in Japan though.

The Violinists of the show would be Mōri, Dazai (former), Akutagawa (former), and Yōsano.

Akutagawa would've been a very capable violinist in the past, and continued to play despite Dazai's absence in hope of proving himself to him. Chūya, and Gin convinced him to try something different after gaining Dazai's approval (something like what happened during the guild arc), and that's when he found out how well he went with a trombone. Don't question it. He'd look great with one, and by now he's on the fast track to finishing his treatment and getting cured from his lung illness, because he's actually receiving medical attention (courtesy of the black lizard + Higuchi and Chūya, and the fact that it isn't as severe as canon.). I also read somewhere that playing brass instruments helps with the lungs or something.

I can definitely see Kōyō playing either a flute or a harp with the 'Black Port' orchestra, having the Japanese biwa as a side hobby.

Oda's voice would be such heaven on earth to listen to. He was originally a genius in the music industry, having worked with multiple choirs, and collaborating with multiple artists, yet preferring to be a soloist. However, one day, he up and left the entertainment world behind at the age of sixteen without so much as a notice, only to return as a backstage assistant in the 'Black Port' orchestra, not drawing any attention to himself, and refusing to do anything music related if anyone asked. He left that same orchestra after three years due to unknown reasons, though it was rumoured to be related to an agency called 'Mimic', and the maestro (and violinist) of said orchestra. Dazai Osamu, 'The Black Dove of the Port', went off the grid weeks after that. He isn't recognisable at first sight, but people eventually catch on as he debuts with an electric guitarist under one of the country's best agencies two years later. He would mentor the younger recruits from time to time.

Fyodor's Cello should become a fic name if it already isn't.

Kunikida would be an electric guitarist fight me.

Chūya would've be one of the best vocalists in the industry, being an on and off member with the 'Black Port' until he turned 15, officially joining as a snare drum player. He gets assigned to practice with a group that called themselves 'The Flags', they are still alive, happy, and well (I am definitely not escaping reality leave me alone). He was the former drummer, and lead singer with a band of outcast kids during his middle school years because I said so, and he attended lessons with Michizō because redheads solidarity. (Sheep disbanded teen rock band real?!)

Nathaniel might have basic knowledge of how to play an organ because why not??

Kyōka would be a natural pianist, a prodigy in the making, with Kōyō, and Atsushi fighting for the spot of 'biggest fan'. She was recruited by Atsushi despite Kōyō's complete refusal; she came around eventually, and started being more supportive of her growing on her own.

Kenji country music artist Miyazawa got scouted by Fukuzawa after watching him preform beautifully in the middle of a market. Everyone at the performance was smiling uncontrollably, even Fukuzawa being affected. He can play the ukulele, and a normal guitar too.

Yōsano would continue her violin career after quitting lessons with Mōri, but under Fukuzawa's agency. She was proud of her capability, and recognizing it as her own, still flinching slightly at the mention of her former mentor. (He didn't SA her get your mind out the gutter you weirdos, he was just too strict, and his methods weren't conventional, or suitable for eleven years olds)

Naomi is the agency's esteemed manager, and Haruno is Fukuzawa's direct secretary.

Rampo would be an enigma in his own right, one of the best directors that created revolutionary master pieces throughout the 21st century. The agency was founded to support his child acting career, and to serve as a somewhat safe home for him, before he decided to become a director. His reputation is a mix of good and bad, mostly speaking of his random schedules, and sweet tooth, but he couldn't care less. He only starts new projects when he's in the right mood, he's unpredictable like that. He's close friends with one of the Guild's members that specializes in mystery movies, specifically focused on psychological horror; they cause trouble together a lot despite how usually unsociable the latter is.

Jun'nichirō plays on the keyboard, and his audience loves his awkward + cute personality; he's besties with Atsushi, and is always either seen with him, or Kenji. The audience know of him having a sister, but overprotective big brother Juni would never allow her to appear on stage, much less allow the audience to know her name (no incest crap this is a slightly happier life without Abilities)

I could go on but I'm lazy :>

[gurleenkaur786]

Start-up venture

Hello to everybody! I'm thrilled to announce the fascinating information regarding our cafe project. It's been an exciting adventure filled with innumerable coffees, recipe tries, and the warmth of neighbourhood support. I'll give you a brief update on our achievements and early experiences.

☕Working: After successfully securing a charming position in the middle of the city, we've attracted both locals and onlookers' interest. Our target audience appears to enjoy the warm atmosphere and cosy furnishings we have created.

The menu sampling events were a success! Our delicious pastries, speciality coffees and inventive fusion cuisines have drawn rave reviews. Seeing clients love what we've put so much effort into making is a wonderful feeling. Additionally, our attempts to market on social media have been successful. A small but devoted online community that is excitedly awaiting the debut of our cafe has been developed by us. By interacting with prospective clients on Facebook and Instagram, we have been able to create a sense of excitement and expectation.

🚫What Isn't Working: One of the difficulties we've encountered is the permission procedure. We underestimated how long it would take to work our way through the red tape and acquire all the required licences. However, we're optimistic and committed to putting everything in place for a seamless opening.

On the operational front, we're still perfecting our supply chain for ingredients and coffee beans. Finding the best price-quality ratio has been a constant process of negotiation with suppliers.

💭 The Upcoming Route:

I believe the project is coming together brilliantly despite the difficulties. We've put together a fantastic team of baristas and staff members who all have a passion for offering a first-rate café experience. The anticipation and sense of success are evident as the launch day draws near.

🏆 Learning About Operating a café: Starting a café has been a lesson in running a business. I've learnt the value of thorough planning and how essential it is to have a backup plan in case something goes wrong. Every facet of running a café, from handling finances to selecting the proper employees, has given me priceless lessons that go beyond managing a cafe. Additionally, I've learned the value of networking and consulting seasoned café proprietors for assistance. Making wise selections and avoiding potential hazards have benefited much from their advice.

🌱Learning About Myself: For me, this endeavour has been a fantastic self-discovery experience. I've come to understand that I work best under pressure and have a strong desire to unite people through their shared love of food and coffee. My communication and interpersonal skills have improved because of leading a team and working with clients, increasing my confidence in my leadership abilities.

In conclusion, our path to create a café has been one that has been both exciting and difficult. I appreciate the help and inspiration that friends, family, and the neighbourhood have given us. We can't wait to welcome you all to our cozy place and enjoy the joy of coffee and company with you all when the grand opening finally happens.

[musicarenagh]

Listen To Stēvi M Narrate Her Come up Since the early stages of Stēvi M’s life, she found out music was an integral part of her life, she nurtured that craft to near perfection and she keeps getting better by the day. From the onset, she got hooked to music creation and hasn’t looked back since then. For years Stēvi M was doing live performances in opera and musical theatre, unfortunately, this journey was put on hold due to a voice injury, which made it very difficult for her to continue doing what she loved doing. She gravitated toward writing songs, songs that can stand the test of time and are mesmerizing. With time she was able to get back on track, she found her voice and has been sturdily moving up. Her vocal aspect makes listening to her intriguing and enchanting. In a recent interview with Mister Styx of Musicarenagh, Stēvi M shared some bits and pieces of her life, she touched on how her musical journey has been even after she lost her voice. She also shared the inspiration behind her latest single ‘Watch Me Go” Watch Me Go is a sexy, latin-inspired pop song that is about stepping out into your own personal power. The tango, rumba, and cha cha rhythms along with soaring strings, soulful vocals, and smooth rap break will take you from the club to the ballroom” says Stēvi M Get the full interview below while you enjoy Watch Me Go   Follow Stēvi M on Facebook Spotify Soundcloud Youtube Instagram   What is your stage name: Stēvi M Is there a story behind your stage name? Stevie has been my nickname for a long time. One time a Starbucks barista spelled it with just the I on my drink and I have loved it ever since! M is my last initial. Where do you find inspiration? I find a lot of inspiration from my spiritual journey. I am always working to be the most healed and whole version of myself. I tend to write about the lessons I learn along the way. This helps me and could also help others. Musically I get inspiration from amazing artists I have grown up listening to or artists who are doing great things now. For my newest song, Watch Me Go, I was inspired by my Ballroom dancing hobby I started last year. What was the role of music in the early years of your life? From the time I could talk I was singing. I used to play the Annie movie over and over and perform all of the songs. I am sure it was very annoying 😂. Growing up music was, in part, a refuge from the meanness of the kids in my school. It was a safe play space and a way to process some big emotions which can be hard for kids. Are you from a musical or artistic family? In many ways yes. My Biological Dad was a songwriter and self taught musician. I like to think he is helping me from the other side. Also, one grandparent on each side was also a good singer. Who inspired you to be a part of the music industry? For a long time I was a live performer in opera and musical theatre. In 2017 I had a voice injury that made it too hard to continue to do those things for the time being. In that time I had the chance to get quiet and I started writing more and more. I realized writing songs was such an integral part of me that I transitioned into being a recording artist and started releasing those songs. I am happy to say that I am feeling much better. How did you learn to sing/write/to play? I have sung since I was very little. I started voice lessons around 14 years old. I am mostly self taught on the keyboard, though I did take class piano in college. Writing was something I started doing at around age 12. I started experimenting with telling stories with melodies and writing some bad pop and showtunes. Little by little they got better and better. What was the first concert that you ever went to and who did you see perform? The first one I remember was my parents took me to see Neil Diamond when I was about 8. I had a fun time but didn’t really vibe with the music. He is a legend, it just wasn’t for me at

the time. How could you describe your music? I would describe my music as empowering pop music with a flair for the retro and/or the dramatic. [caption id="attachment_48489" align="alignnone" width="720"] I would describe my music as empowering pop music with a flair for the retro and/or the dramatic.[/caption] Describe your creative process. I usually start with the message or topic of the song. I do some free writing or “brain dumping” about the topic. Somewhere along the way something catchy will come to me and I will build on it. I write a lot when I am in the car or before I go to sleep. I also love to co-write because then we get to feed off each other’s energy and take the best of both/all of us. What is your main inspiration? My main inspiration is my commitment to what I believe is my soul’s purpose, which is helping people to know their own worth and to love themselves. Self-love is the most selfless thing you can do because when you are strong and fulfilled, you have so much to give to this world. What musician do you admire most and why? There are so any amazing artists that I admire more than words can express. Right now the ones that come to mind are Adele, Lady Gaga, Lizzo, Michael Jackson, Cindy Lauper, Mariah Carey, Lauren Hill, Whitney Houston, Stevie Wonder, the list goes on. What I love about these artists (and more) is their authenticity and their commitment to being who they are and saying what they have to say, and using their amazing talent to do it. Did your style evolve since the beginning of your career? Well, considering I thought I was going to be an opera singer, yes! Pop music is my first love but I let a lot of limiting beliefs get into my head. Growing up there were a lot of unfair standards put on young pop singers in terms of their image. I wanted no part of that, so I sought to find ways to play characters and portray many different identities, so that off stage I could just be me, whatever that meant at the time. Who do you see as your main competitor? My main competitor is that voice in my head who tells me to be “realistic.” That voice can take a whole seat. I do not compete against other artists. What is meant for us will not pass us by. What are your interests outside of music? I love to dance and do other creative things like make jewelry. I also am very spiritual and love to meditate and work with energy. If it wasn't a music career, what would you be doing? Probably something else artistic and expressive. Maybe a dancer, or artist, or a reiki practitioner?? What is the biggest problem you have encountered in the journey of music? My biggest obstacle has been finding the time and resources to do all of the creative projects I want to do, and then finding the time to get them to the right people. I am always working on these things. If you could change one thing in the music industry, what would it be? The beauty standard. Why did you choose this as the title of this project? Watch Me Go is about me finding my personal power enough to just be myself and do what I want to do, even when people say I can’t. I used Ballroom as my inspiration because it was never something I thought I would do well at and I surprised myself by winning one of my school’s competitions. What are your plans for the coming months? I plan to finish a couple more tracks for an upcoming EP., write some more, and I would love to see this song in a reality show or commercial. Do you have any artistic collaboration plans? I am collaborating on 2 tracks right now with some very talented people. More on that in the coming months. What message would you like to give to your fans? If you take nothing else from me, I want you to know that you are worthy of everything you ever wanted and so much more. Knowing your worth changes everything. People are well meaning but their words are often discouraging. You don’t have to receive those words! If you feel strongly about your vision and purpose, go do it! You will f

ind a way. Your own way. If you need encouragement hit me up!  

[bee0bee]

New York Pas de Deux part 4

My mother welcomed Anthony warmly. My sisters were also enthusiastic. We had a wonderful Christmas together. I also showed Anthony the dance studio, where I grew up. - My teacher isn't here. I think she travelled to Germany, where her daughter lives. - I explained. - The place, where everything started. - said Tony, looking around the room. - The world-famous polish ballerina, Anastazja Wójcik started her career. - he said and I laughed when he kissed me and led me into dance. The turning point was when we returned to New York. On a January morning, I went to the cafe near my dormitory. I often went there: the coffee was good, the place was also very cosy and the prices were relatively low. Moreover, I needed something to wake me up. - Hello! The morning starts slowly, right? - asked the barista. - What can I give? - A double espresso, please. -Take away? I nodded. It seemed to be an ordinary day. I prepared for my first lesson, and then I went to the dance, where my friends were waiting. We were rehearsing for our exam performance with Linda Gelinas. - Up! Up! - she yelled. - Gracious, Anastasia.

After another long day, I left the building of university late. This was the moment when I met Cade.

[ryukatters]

annnnnd 17 and eren cause it i just feel it. ILY KAT MWAH

Would You Be So Kind?

A/N: Hi Fae! Thank you for the request, baby. Hope you enjoy! Also, brownie points to whoever can figure out where the title is from. 

Content/warnings:  fluff, friends to lovers, mentions of alcohol, mentions of marijuana usage, Eren is a simp, reader is a bit (really) oblivious, I know it’s a request but gosh is it self-indulgent. Read to see two love sick idiots in action. This is also me bullying Eren by making him embarrass himself. 

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3k

Prompt: “I don’t just want to be your friend, can’t you see that?”

Inseparable. Thick as thieves. Joined at the hip. That’s how everyone would describe you and Eren. Together, side by side, no matter what. That’s the way it’s always been. He’s been there for you through everything: every tear, every laugh, every fall— he’d always be there to pick you back up and dust you off. Just like a best friend should. 

He’d never admit it to you, but Eren happened to fall in love with you somewhere in between playing pirates on the playground during recess and those midnight drives you two would go on after his varsity football games. It’s been a few years since then, but he thinks he’s only fallen for you deeper. Something about you was just so utterly intoxicating to Eren— your charisma, your laugh, your beauty? It was nothing short of ethereal. It was addicting. He doesn’t think any amount of time with you would be enough to truly satisfy his cravings. You’ve always been a part of him, and forever will be, as long as his heart keeps beating. He just wishes he could—

“Order for Eren!” the barista’s voice booms through the sound system of the busy cafe, snapping the man out of his thoughts. 

“Thank you,” he grabs the drinks— one for him and one for you, before heading out the door and making his way across campus for your little study session. 

It didn’t take Eren long to find you once he got to the library. You were seated at your usual corner, tucked away near the classics section, taking a crack at your textbook. You didn’t seem to notice the tall man approaching you, as evidenced by the way you suddenly perked up when he was right in front of you. The way you beamed up at him made his heart clench painfully. 

“Thanks, ‘Ren.” you grab the plastic cup from his outstretched hand, gratefully taking a sip. 

“No problem,” he replies coolly, despite the damn-near somersaults his stomach was doing. “So,” he starts, looking at you over the horizon of his own drink, “what are we learning about today, teach?”

“Well, I was thinking, since we have a quiz at the end of this week,” you pause, pointing to your textbook, “we should study this new chapter about brain structures. Professor sped through the lesson way too quickly last class.” 

“Well, I was thinking,” Eren crooned, stroking his chin mischievously, “we could just stay here and talk shit.”

“Eren!” you protested, pinning him down a hard look.

“I’m kidding! Kidding. Totally kidding,” he rolls his eyes, grinning widely. 

It was tradition at this point— you two would meet up at the library, with Eren usually providing the snacks and your favorite drink; which he’s memorized by heart, thank you very much. Sometimes, you and him would actually get some studying in. Most of the time, you two would just slack off, mess around for a few hours until you both got kicked out by the librarian for causing a ruckus. Still, he decided to grant this one to you.

Eren could watch you talk all day. The way your hands motion in sync with your words, the way your eyebrows scrunch together when you’re confused about something, the way your lips look so soft—

“So synapses are what connect neurons together-,” you pause, noticing how intently your friend is staring at you. “Do I have something on my face?” you ask innocently, head slightly tilting to the side. 

“H-huh?” he shakes his head quickly in an attempt to refocus. “No, I, uh...Just think you look really pretty today.”

“Oh- well, thanks Eren. You look pretty handsome today, yourself.” you giggle, before diving back into your mini-lecture. 

Eren wishes he could slump over the table at this very moment. Or rattle you around until those neurons in your brain form the connection that your best friend was head over heels for you. Was he not obvious enough?  

Eren could never bring himself to confess to you. Every time he’s tried, something always seems to get in the way. That, or you just never seem to catch his drift. Even so, he’s grateful for whatever cosmic powers are up there that twist the tides of fate to make sure that he doesn’t flat out embarrass himself. He doesn’t think he’d be able to take the heartbreak if you didn’t feel the same way. 

Still, he hoped you would have some area of space in your heart for him. Or, at the very least, catch on to him eventually. Opening doors for you, giving you his jacket when it was cold out— even taking you out on “friend” dates under the guise of “setting the standards high for your future partner.” Alas, his best friend just had to be absolutely clueless. Eren honestly thinks that you’re one of the most oblivious people he’s ever met. It’s a good thing you’re cute. It makes up for it. 

Even with all of those fleeting glances, lingering touches, and unabashed compliments, you still didn’t seem to understand how stupidly and utterly in love your best friend was with you. 

Which is ironic, he muses, considering how intelligent you seem to be in other disciplines. He’s often left scratching his head at how you can balance chemical equations or write a publication-worthy essay but not figure out why he always brought you chocolate and flowers for Valentines Day— every year, without fail. Or why he insisted on driving you everywhere. Heck, you didn’t even bat an eyelash when Eren nearly strangled Jean during prom when he charmed his way into a single dance with you while the brunet went to get you two some punch. You were Eren’s date that night, so who did Jean think he was? Why couldn’t you put those critical thinking skills to good use back then? Eren finds it baffling, really. 

He’ll have you some day, he swears to himself. If it means having to prove that he’s worthy of your affection every single day, then so be it. It’s only a matter of time. 

Eren Jaeger was somewhat of an enigma to you. Steadfast, quick to speak, and hardheaded. Those three words could perfectly summarize the brunet. At least, that’s what you originally thought. 

The rowdy and impulsive boy you grew up with turned into the one person you knew you could always count on. You did silently acknowledge how Eren’s become more protective within the last few years. Or how he always seemed to loosen up whenever he was with you, almost serene— a huge contrast to his hyperactive personality. Why? You might have a vague idea, but you refuse to entertain the thought. The notion that the man would have even the slightest of non-platonic feelings for you was nothing short of fantasy. Maybe he was that way because of how long you two have known each other. Nothing else. 

Besides, it’s not like it mattered anyways.

It’s not like you noticed how thoughtful and goofy that six foot tall man was, especially around you. And you definitely didn’t notice how effortlessly attractive he was, either. And you totally paid no mind to way your heart drummed in your chest whenever Eren smiled as bright as the sun itself, the way you felt the heat surge through your body whenever he brushed your hair out of your face, or perhaps the way you found yourself at a loss for words whenever he brought his face a little too close to yours.

That’d be ridiculous. 

…

Okay, maybe you did have a little crush on Eren. But that was normal, right? You thought nothing of it. Surely, you wouldn’t risk your friendship just because of a small crush. Eren meant too much to you. 

It’s not like he’d ever return your feelings.

Idiots. The both of you. That’s the only logical conclusion Armin could come to after Eren crashes at his apartment for the umpteenth time looking like a kicked puppy after another failed attempt at wooing you. 

This time around, Eren had decided to order a custom made chocolate-covered strawberry platter, complete with hearts in your favorite color. He was planning on going to your place after class, where he’d finally ask you to be his. 

It would’ve worked perfectly, if Connie and Sasha hadn’t ravaged through the whole thing like savages. Eren cursed their insatiable hunger only made worse by a case of munchies. He thinks he might cry if he thinks about it again.

“Eren,” the blond sighs, summoning all the strength in his body as to not bury his face in his hands in frustration, “all you have to do is tell her you like her.”

“I'm trying! I’ve been trying for the past-“ Eren takes the time to count his fingers, before eventually giving up and slumping over Armin’s futon. “I don’t even have enough fingers to count!” He downs the rest of his glass, reaching for the bottle of wine to pour more, frowning when one single drop comes out. 

“Listen to me, Eren. You need to tell her upfront, plain and simple. Don’t try and beat around the bush. No fancy get ups, okay? We’ve all seen firsthand how those things go for you.” 

“But-,” Eren began to protest.

“But nothing. Do you want another repeat of tonight?” Armin demanded, eyebrow quirked. 

“...no,” the brunet sniffles. 

Armin looks at his friend with a pitiful expression. He’s watched Eren fail spectacularly over the years. And every single time, he and Mikasa would be there to console him after another disastrous confession scheme. But this— nearly in tears while sitting on the floor of Armin’s living room while nursing his 4th glass of wine— was just painful. 

How neither of you could tell just how much the other was interested was a complete mystery to the blond.

“Okay,” Armin claps his hands together. Eren’s head shoots up, jade eyes wide and hopeful. “Here's what you’re going to say. Just repeat after me…”

It had been a few weeks since that interaction with Armin. Eren’s made sure to keep his best friend’s advice in mind this entire time, rehearsing and practicing his lines until he was certain he could deliver it perfectly. This night was it, Eren told himself. 

Connie had thrown a little party to celebrate the end of the school year, and what better way to celebrate than getting completely hammered? Eren had stuck by your side the entire night, making sure that you drank enough water in between rounds. You two left before the party could truly die down, with Eren paying for an Uber to take you two to a restaurant for take-out before dropping you home. 

You had sobered up a bit since leaving Connie’s, but that didn’t stop you from losing your footing as you stumbled down the sidewalk leading to your apartment. You brace yourself for the harsh impact of the concrete, but it never comes.

“Careful there, party girl. Don’t want you tripping all over yourself, now,” Eren’s grip is firm around your waist, hoisting you up expertly so he could carry you bridal style. 

“Eren,” your slur slightly, “you really didn’t have to do all this.”

“What do you mean?”

”Paying for everything. Always making sure I get home safely.”

“Nonsense. I wanted to. Only the best for my favorite girl. Besides, what kind of person would I be if I let a beautiful woman like you walk home by yourself this late at night?”

“You’re the best friend a girl could ever ask for,” you sigh, kicking off your heels as soon as you open the door to your apartment. Eren follows suit, toeing off his dress shoes as he closes the front door. He sets you down gently before placing the paper bags on your kitchen table.

You can see Eren’s smile falter, and he sighs a little, muttering something under his breath that you didn’t quite catch. 

“What was that?” you ask with a slight tilt of the head. 

There’s a pregnant pause. His viridian gaze is studying you, for any hint of malevolence hidden on your face, any indication that would predict how much he would regret the words that threaten to spill from his lips. It’s as if staring at you would help him garner strength for what he was about to say. When he finds none, he continues.

“I said,” he takes a deep breath, holding it until it looks as though he’d faint, before letting out a slow exhale. He takes a few more moments, mentally preparing himself before dropping the biggest truth bomb of his life. “I don’t just want to be your friend, can’t you see that?” verdant eyes searching yours for a clue, a sign, anything, that confirms that you return even a fraction of his feelings. 

“Oh,” you say dumbly, words beginning to bubble up your throat but die on your tongue. “Oh.” 

Your mind is racing, thoughts filing in at a remarkable speed, yet you could voice nothing. If you were to guess, you’d ascribe your current expression to that of a gaping fish. 

If you weren’t sober before, you definitely were now. 

The remnants of liquid courage coursing through his veins spur him on. Eren takes both of your hands in his, running his thumbs against your knuckles in order to ground himself and to stop the dam filled with years of pining from breaking. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you away by accidentally drowning you in the metaphorical sea of what he considers his love for you. His touch felt scalding hot against your skin, but you didn’t have it in you to pull away first. There had always been something so magnetic about Eren, and the way you just melted into him from the simplest of contact. This time was no different. 

“I’ve wanted to be with you for so, so long. Ever since the day I met you, (y/n),” Eren’s eyes always managed to draw you in with their intensity. You could read everything he felt just by looking into them. This time they were pleading, begging you to believe him. 

“You’re all I ever wanted.” he imparts earnestly. 

“I-” you start, still trying to find the right words to say. Luckily, Eren keeps going.

“Be mine. Please? I promise you, I’ll do my best to make sure you know how much I care about you, every single day. All you have to do is say yes.”

You’re dumbfounded. Truly at a loss of words. You’re quiet for some time— way too long, that Eren starts freaking out. The room is suddenly way too hot, and he can feel himself start to break into a sweat. The next four seconds feel like an eternity.

One.

She heard me, right?

Did I hear him correctly?

Two.

She should have said something by now...why is she just staring at me like that?

I should probably say something right now...he looks like he’s about to pass out. 

Three. 

Oh my god. Do I have something in my teeth?

Oh my god. I bet I look stupid right now. 

Four.

Great fucking job, Eren. Of course you’d fuck this up. 

Of course I’d ruin a moment like this. Just say something already!

Before you even get a chance to redeem yourself, Eren is backing away, face flushed and rubbing the back of his neck. 

“I mean…” he croaks, wincing when his voice cracks. “You can say no. I-I’d totally get it. Was I too forward? Oh my god I didn’t mean to—”  

“Eren…” you murmur, grabbing him by both arms to pull him back. He stumbles forward, lightly knocking into you. If you can’t figure out what to say, you might as well just show him.

“Yeah?” he breathes, heart racing.  

“Just kiss me already.” 

Now it’s his turn to be caught off guard. He opens his mouth to say something, to ask if you really just said that, or if the alcohol was making him imagine things. But nothing comes out. He can feel his heart threatening to jump out of his chest at your sudden change in disposition. You sure did have a knack for turning him into a blushing, blubbering idiot. 

He doesn’t trust himself enough to try and speak again, so instead Eren leans in to close the distance between you, cupping your cheeks gently, as though he was afraid you would break.  Eren’s always been rough around the edges, but with you, he treats you as if you were a doll, made from the finest porcelain. Even with his intense nature, he always tries his best to be gentle with you, to be patient. 

The kiss was simple and sweet, lips pressed softly against each other, almost shy. The emotions behind the physical connection you two shared were anything but reserved. All of the unspoken confessions and promises you were pouring into each other were ceaseless. One could say it mirrors the eternal vow you two were silently making— to love and cherish each other until the end.

Eren was screaming I love you, I love you, so, so much. He pressed into you, holding on to you firmly in a desperate attempt to finally let out everything he’s wanted to say for so long.

You comforted him, grabbing onto him as if your life depended on it. You were saying I know, Eren. I love you too. 

Work belongs to @ryukatters. Please do not repost!

[nadiajustbe]

OK, I got permission from the coauthor (@leeemontreethesun , by the way a lovely person with lovely drawings to sign up for, I'm not implying anything at all) and now I can tell you more about this AU.

It's a modern, no magic, sns AU, so the character descriptions I'll give for a quick read will have pages attached that I'll figure out how to post.

I would like to say that the pairing here will be a secret, but come on you're on my account, what kind of pairing can be here?

So, here, enjoy a little bit of the information

1. John Mandrake, aka Nathaniel:

17 years

chronic fatigue hey yo.

lives in foster care with Jessica Whitewell, but only has a really warm relationship with Ms. Lutyens

three accounts: a base, a closed one with only Kitty, and an even more closed one where only he

goes to art college, is into photography.

has a single but precious friend, Kitty Jones, and he treasures her very much

loves coffee and evening London.

Give him sleep and a psychologist, pls

2. Kathleen Jones aka Kitty:

17 years old (yes her and Nat are the same age here)

goes to college with Nathaniel.

but went there at her parents' request.

not really into art college because she has different interests.

community activist.

wants to be a political scientist.

feminists

has friends from her old school

values her friendship with Mandrake more than life

doesn't know his real name.

likes to draw posters for peaceful rallies

watches cartoon shows with Bartimaeus until the wee hours of the morning as her raison to live

lingering at Nat's home library, too, by the way.

3. Bartimeus:

19 years old

Is a university student in the history department.

Has a particular love and focus on Ancient Egyptian history

(Don't) joke about becoming a history teacher

just the basic account, because "why the extra account?"

will eventually have a close account

moonlights as a barista near Kitty College, often guffaws with customers and co-workers

"Explain to me grandpa what swag and slay are, and what's the difference!"

truly magically manages to combine everything and anything

bestie with Kitty.

loves atmospheric movies

and also the faces of the customers after the next prank.

loves emoji from symbols:3

4. Rosanna Lutyens:

28 years old.

teacher at Nat's art college

"Selling a painting..."

- figure maser for Nathaniel

really loves her job and the kids

can give extra lessons if a student doesn't understand something

not very active on Twitter, but writes to John

Is especially attached to John, who obviously lacks caring

Gives him less homework if she sees the boy is tired

"Mr. Lovelace, I think I made myself clear: one more time you give John extra homework without explaining the material..."

Nat once even drew her a portrait for her birthday

[halaboyz]

–– COFFEE // WOOYOUNG.

pairing: barista, blockmate! wooyoung x gn! reader genre: fluff, a pinch of angst ;; kind of slow-burn grr word count: 4.7k warnings // notes: profanities, poorly written, no more that i know of ;; mentions of this one-shot <33, still can be read alone though!

Wooyoung grimaced as he looked at his friend, Jongho, being lovey-dovey with his partner at the corner of the cafe, unconsciously gripping tighter on the glass he was currently wiping.

“What’s your problem with them?” Yeosang, who was beside him, sneered at the obviously bitter man. “You basically brought them together, what are you so disgruntled for?” Yeosang threw him a glare because, unlike Wooyoung, Yeosang was happy for Jongho.

“First of all, excuse you, I am not anywhere near disgruntled for Jongho,” Wooyoung immediately changes his face to a happy one, “Secondly, my only problem with them is that they are flirting in my cafe,” He explained, pointing a finger at Yeosang as if making a point.

“Correction– your parent’s cafe.” Yeosang scoffed, “Wait–” Yeosang stops in his tracks and gasps at Wooyoung. “Don’t tell me.. you like–” Wooyoung quickly drops the glass he was wiping on the table to cover Yeosang’s mouth, glaring at him.

“I think the fuck no,” Wooyoung hisses, pushing Yeosang aside to welcome the entering customer.

Wooyoung washes his hands and wipes them on the apron on his hips, pulling a smile on his face as he leans on the counter.

“Welcome! what would be your order?” Wooyoung beams, stealing a glance once more at the couple at the corner of the cafe.

“I'd like a large hazelnut latte and a slice of blueberry cheesecake, please,” You smile at him, anxiously tipping on your toes as you giddily looked at the defined man in front of you.

“Name please?” Wooyoung didn’t bother looking at you, finding his eyes trail back to the couple.

Meanwhile, you frowned in your place, taking a glance to where his eyes keep landing, realizing.

“Ah..” You just sigh, slowly nodding your head. “Batman,” You pout, looking at the screen in front of you instead of Wooyoung.

“What?” He finally lifts his head to meet your eyes, but you were too disappointed to look at him.

“Just.. Batman.” Letting your head down and handing him your card, you heave a sigh. 

He looks at you with a discerning eye, jotting down.. Batman on your cup.

“Here’s your card. We’ll call out.. Batman, if your order is done. Is it to-go?” He asks, trying to meet your eyes.

You just shake your head and give him a small smile, briefly meeting his eyes and then running to a table where your friends welcome you with an expecting smile.

“So! Did you have a little talk?” Yeonjun asks, making you seat beside him. “Of course, more than ordering,” Changbin adds, propping his elbows on the table to lean closer to you.

“Yeah.. That’s kind of it,” You mumbled, pursing your lips. “He didn’t even know my name.” You smiled at them, growing sadder every second.

Jung Wooyoung, a senior you have had a crush on for almost a year already, a part-time barista on your favorite cafe, and just him existing as one of the most adorable, handsome and kindest and softest– maybe you’ll just stop there, or you’ll take a whole day complimenting the man.

Apparently, you were going to try asking him out today if it weren’t for you going inside your shell once again at the disappointment of him not even knowing your name, nor recognizing you.

“You have eight classes together.. and you’re telling me, he doesn’t even recognize you?” Changbin scoffs, leaning back in his seat, and crosses his arms over his chest.

You just nod in defeat, feeling all your energy drain out of you. 

“Of course, he likes someone else,” You mumble, your eyes landing back to the couple three tables away from you, Yeonjun and Changbin’s eyes following it.

Both of them share a look, sighing.

“Sorry for that,” Yeonjun mumbles, hugging your side and caressing your arms.

“Batman!” Wooyoung’s voice rings in the room and everybody’s eyes travel around the room for who the fuck would give the name batman as Changbin and Yeonjun stifled a laugh.

You let your head down, walking your way to the counter to get your order with embarrassment sinking in.

“Thank you, enjoy.” Wooyoung simply says as he hands you the tray, letting you plod your way back to your table. Looking at your slouched back, Wooyoung intently watches you with a growing smile on his face, though unconsciously.

You run inside the cafe for the fifth time this week, now in a rush with your class starting in ten minutes.

“Hi, usual?” Wooyoung welcomes you, and you nod with a rushed smile to dig in your bag for your wallet. Wooyoung prepares your usual morning order– hazelnut latte.

It was one of those classes where Wooyoung wasn’t, so he helps out his parents at their cafe nearby to pass by his leisure time– well, not that he’s obligated to, but to see his crush, which is now Jongho’s partner.

“Uh, are you okay?” You stop his train of thoughts when you realized he was spacing while making your coffee, craning your neck.

“Oh, uh, sorry.” Wooyoung smiles, handing you your coffee as you pay. “Thank you, stay safe,” before you let Wooyoung’s words sink in, you had given him a smile before scurrying outside to run to your class.

“Where the hell were you?” Yeonjun pulls you inside in a rush, immediately taking the free seats at the back of the room.

“I slept late, I needed coffee.” You simply stated, sparing him a glance.

“Yeah, like, every day,” Yeonjun sarcastically remarks. “Just admit you want to see Wooyoung every day and go,” He chuckles, nudging you.

“Does that make a difference?” You glared at him, focusing on the professor who just entered the room and even had to pinch Yeonjun’s side to make him stop teasing.

“What’s your next class?” Yeonjun smirks, aware of his own question. 

“Lit,” You feigned innocence, shrugging and putting your stuff back on your bag. 

“Oh, the one with Wooyoung,” Yeonjun cooed, poking your sides. “Do you think he’ll finally recognize you?” 

“I have a class with him every day, Yeonjun. I also visit the cafe every day. I don’t think he will anytime soon, or actually, I just don’t think he will.” 

Yeonjun pouts at your negativity, pushing you lightly.

“Hey, what makes you think of that?”

“Well, I just realized his crush was in all of my classes too,” You smiled at him, “And he sits with them too, along with Jongho.” Your smile slowly drops, closing your locker. “you’re going to be late for your next class, Yeonjun.” You smile at him, patting his arm. He looks at you worriedly, making you chuckle. “I'm fine, Yeonjun. It happens every day. I'm already immune to pain,” You laugh out, finally leaving him first after a light hug.

You walk to your next class and as usual, you’re early which makes you sit at your unspoken place, the last row.

After writing your name on the attendance sheet, you have indulged yourself in reading your notes as the room gets crowded and crowded, but the seat next to yours wasn’t. It wasn’t anything new though, the room was big, and the last row was too far from the front. 

It wasn’t also because this was your least favorite class, not at all. But you really weren’t one to listen to your literature class, just jotting down the lessons to review for the exams.

You were about to flip a page of your notebook when a bag of cookies is placed atop of it, making you jump. You blinked continuously, whipping your head up to meet the man.

“Figured you haven’t had breakfast yet,” You just watch him drag the chair beside you, taking his seat comfortably. 

Jung Wooyoung – why the fuck are you sitting beside me?

You just stared at him dumbfounded, watching his every move.

“What?” he deadpans, staring at you. Your eyes darted around the room, looking for the couple he had always tailed with. “Who are you looking for?” His eyes follow you, landing on the couple. “Ah,” He simply breathes out, going back to tug at his notebook on his bag.

Your eyes glance back at him and back to the cookies, not knowing what to say.

“I– uh, am okay,” You push the bag of cookies back, though really tempting, but you weren’t close enough to accept it and ignoring the butterflies in your stomach.

“Eat. The prof won’t see you this far,” He didn’t bother looking at you and kept on bringing things out of his bag.

“It’s not that, I just.. Uhm,” You stutter, trying to find words to form a sentence. It’s not just an order of hazelnut latte you had always practiced before ordering, or maybe the confession you had practiced multiple times before, but something else, a conversation you wouldn’t expect in your life.

“Just take it,” Wooyoung senses your hesitance and finally looks at you with a smile. “It’s fine,” He nods at you, opening the bag for you.

You warily take a cookie, mumbling a thank you and leaning back to your seat.

“Batman,” He mumbles, giving you a light chuckle. “I never got your name.” that’s because your eyes were only on her. 

“y/n.” You smile anyway, offering him his own cookies. He softly rejects, making you eat more.

“Jung Wooyoung.” He smiles back, reaching for your hand.

“I knew that,” Before you even think of it, it spills out of your mouth naturally.

“Oh, you did?” He breaks out to a smug smile, making you chuckle. “How?” he dotes on you, raising his eyebrow.

“well, the thing is, I had a crush on you,” the thing is– now, you think you’re falling in love. 

Wooyoung, clearly taken aback, chuckles after a while of deafening silence even with the professor and your mates’ continuous chattering. 

“Which is, obviously, in the past.” You clear the tension right away, shifting on your seat and finally looking at the professor. 

Being your introverted self, you guessed that maybe, it was that conversation that would bring Wooyoung away– which is, what you were wishing for as you just embarrassed yourself.

But your honesty was what drew Wooyoung closer to you.

Day after day, it has become a routine for you to come to the cafe to order your usual, then Wooyoung practically begging you to wait for him, even if he still has no class right after.

“Hey, wait for me!” You stride faster out of the cafe, sighing. “You wouldn’t wait for your crush?” Wooyoung catches up with you, a coffee in his hand too.

you aren’t helping me stop my feelings, Wooyoung, really.

I don’t want to fall in love with someone in love with somebody else.

You thought as you squint your eyes at him, sighing for the nth time.

“It’s been a month I last told you that, Wooyoung. Please let go of that already,” You enter the gates of your university, glancing at your wristwatch.

You realize Wooyoung wasn’t beside you anymore so you look back, and you see him slowing down. You stop in your tracks, waiting for him with your arms crossed over your chest.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung doesn’t know what stroke him. Your words, merely careless words left your mouth gave a stinging sensation in his heart. Wooyoung doesn’t know either– but he doesn’t want to let go of the fact that you had a thing for him, even though it was in the past.

Not realizing the fact that you were waiting for him, a hand snakes around his shoulders cheerily and for a second, he gives the biggest smile and he almost lets the frown take over his face after, disappointed it wasn’t you.

“Why are you here? Where’s Jongho?” he asks, his eyes finding you, only to be disappointed more to see your retreating figure.

“Exactly. I'm waiting for him.” Jongho’s partner– Wooyoung’s friend, follows his eyes and gets excited. “Hmm, you like ‘em?” 

Wooyoung shrugs out of the hold, walking ahead to escape the continuous cooing from his friend.

“It’s morning, what’s with the long face?” Changbin welcomes you with a hug, dragging your chair for you.

“Was I frowning?” you shrug, taking your seat and focusing on taking your book out of the bag.

“What is it?” Changbin sighs, looking worriedly at you. You give in and told him what you just saw, feeling your heart slowly falter once again. “What? I thought something was finally there.” Changbin pouts, caressing your back.

“Well, it’s not just you.” 

Really, you thought a spark was finally forming between you, with Wooyoung’s continuous doting every day, it was only right for you to feel something like that.. right?

But the moment his face lit up when he saw his friend, obviously not moved on, your world crumbled along with your hope.

“Your next class?” Changbin asks, whipping his head to face you. You didn’t even pay attention the whole class, throwing your head back.

“Chem,” You state, slowly putting your things back into your bag. 

“That’s with Wooyoung, right?” Changbin pouts at you, thinking of what to do. “That’s okay, you’ll be with Yeonjun. If you want, just avoid Wooyoung,” 

And so you do.

Not heading right away to your chem room, you wait for Yeonjun outside his room. Praying to the gods for Wooyoung to be running a little late, you sat in the corner and dragged Yeonjun beside you.

“What’s wrong?” Yeonjun whispers, the chattering in the big room too loud for you to hear each other normally.

“Nothing, I'll.. tell you later.” You smile at him, seeing Wooyoung stop in his tracks on the doorsill in your peripheral vision.

Yeonjun nods and senses your so he continuously caresses your hair to calm you.

Wooyoung scoffs and takes the available seat two rows down, harshly taking his things off his bag. You just watch him with a frown, thinking of all possible things that happened to him that made him aggravated.

“Yeonjun,” You glanced at your friend, packing your things up. “It’s your break, right?” 

“Yep,” Yeonjun smiles at you, grabbing your bag which has become a habit between friends.

“My treat, let’s go eat some burgers,” You drag him by the arm, ignoring the daggers Wooyoung sent your way.

“Oh, not your usual coffee and cake now?” Yeonjun teases, swinging your bag and his bag over his shoulder and swings an arm over your shoulder.

“Do you not want some burgers cause you know I can just–” 

“Let’s go!” Yeonjun cuts you off and beamed, wriggling the both of you out of the university. “Changbin will burst if he hears about this.”

“Who says you’re the only one I'm treating? You’re not special, Yeonjun. I'm buying Changbin too,” You walk ahead of him, backward as you laughed at his disappointed face, getting a glance of a familiar silhouette far behind.

“Fuck him,” Yeonjun mutters after hearing you, taking a bite of his burger. “Don’t you think he lead you on too much?”

“He didn’t do anything wrong, Yeonjun. It’s all on me,” You sighed, setting your burger down. “In the first place, I said that it was all in the past when it wasn’t. He wanted to be friends, I let him.”

Yeonjun just stares at you, caressing your hand.

“It’s okay, y/n. You’ll find many others there, do you want me to find one for you?” Yeonjun puckers his lips jokingly, giving you a seducing look.

You break into laughter, pushing his face away.

Internally, you’re really, really thankful for your friends to have them by your side on your first heartbreak.

Well, you thank your friends– not for long.

They were both on the rap club, and battling for the nationals.. you were left alone.

Wooyoung wasn’t dumb. For the past week, he knew you were avoiding him, effectively making him annoyed for no reason.

No coffees ordered in the morning, no sitting beside each other, it was like you’re both back on square one, except that Wooyoung didn’t stick to the couple anymore.

Which, actually, he didn’t know why. Yes, he liked his closest friend’s partner– but they liked Jongho, which result in him being alone with them in two more classes, just realizing how he never noticed you when you got eight classes together.

“You’re off lately,” They nudge Wooyoung, who was in his own world. “You’re thinking about the one last week, no?”

“You blabber a lot,” Wooyoung pushed them aside, focusing on his notes while waiting for his first class in the school’s yard. “Go wait for Jongho somewhere else,” 

“They’re sleeping in class,” They give Wooyoung a sly smile, standing up and dusting off their pants. “I think they might need some coffee.” They wink, leaving Wooyoung with a leap.

Wooyoung delves in his own thoughts, sighing as he takes his things and walks to the cafe before his first class.

“Hey,” Your seatmate nudges you, waking you up from your nap. “Class is done,”

“Oh, thank you.” You smile at her, mumbling a small sorry before letting her leave.

If it weren’t for your brain overthinking overnight, you wouldn’t have to fight your sleep in your bio class. If it weren’t for your lazy ass not going to the grocery to buy yourself coffee beforehand, you wouldn’t have to think if traveling three miles away from your school to buy a coffee for yourself just because you’re avoiding Wooyoung.

You tiredly walk to your next class, plopping to your usual seat and putting your head down the desk while waiting for your professor.

“Hey,” you jump at the sudden cold, wet plastic attached to your neck briefly, glaring for a second at the man behind the action.

“Wooyoung,” You immediately back away ever so slight which goes noticed by Wooyoung.

“Figured you’d need one.” He mutters with a frown, putting your hazelnut latte beside you. “Sorry if I scared you,” And he went to find another seat available– even though the one next to yours was.

It continued for a few more days, and you were getting guiltier with every cup of coffee you got from him. Oh, you tried resisting his continuous and dedicated coffee deliveries that were free, but now– it was him avoiding you.

“Do you want us to be honest with you?” Changbin sighs through the phone, and you can hear Yeonjun practicing his rap in the background.

“I'd appreciate that.” 

“Just go talk to him. Not to return the coffee, no. Just a.. casual talk, maybe,” Changbin explains further on what you should do, but let’s be real– you’d eventually blank out once you’re in front of Wooyoung. 

So you just walk mindlessly to the cafe, praying for Wooyoung to still be there.

And to thank the gods later for answering your prayers.

“Hey.. uh,” You walk to the counter, your hands flying to your pockets. 

Wooyoung, surprised that you’re finally here right in front of his eyes after weeks, widens his eyes. his mouth keeps on opening and closing. Trying to form words but to no avail.

“I uh..” You stutter, biting your lip in nervousness. “Can I get my usual dine-in, please?” You warily smile at him, disappointed at yourself.

You’re here to talk to him, what the fuck are you doing.

“Sure. Grab a seat and I'll just.. take it to you.” He halfheartedly smiles, turning his back to you to get to business after handing you back your card and your receipt.

You aren’t sure why you’re feeling butterflies when you’re supposed to be entirely nervous. Was it because he’s going to bring you your order to talk to you? Actually, you don’t know yourself too.

And just right on time, Wooyoung brings you your order and you really, really expect him to take a seat in front of you to talk.

But to see him turning his back once again, your instincts got the best of you and you grab the hem of his shirt timidly, staring at him.

“What time are you free?” You blink at him, feeling your heart beating more than normal. “Can I talk to you?” Your grip on his shirt tightened, and Wooyoung just stared at it.

“I can’t. We can talk next time,” And before Wooyoung can process his own words, he was pushing your hand away to walk back to the counter, where a grumpy Yeosang stood and looked at him as if all the disappointment fell on Wooyoung.

“What the fuck?” Yeosang deadpanned, tailing Wooyoung with an indescribable, scrunched face. “You wait for them every morning of these past weeks, you rant to me about how she’s avoiding you, then you try making it up with a bunch of morning coffees– and now when she’s wanting to talk to you, we can talk next time?” Yeosang mocked, growing frustrated to the man who now has his back slouched.

Wooyoung simply sighed and continued wiping the almost invisible counter, glancing at the glass doors to see your reflection.

Sighing, you just sipped on your coffee, trying to grasp the situation while staring at your perfectly sliced cake.

At least he didn’t hide the fact that he wasn’t comfortable talking to you.

You look at the kid beside you who was also staring at your cake, the guardian in front of the kid too busy on their paperwork.

“Would you like some?” You offer the kid which earned you an earful of rejection from the guardian.

“It’s really okay, I lost my appetite and the kid’s been staring at it so.. Better than throwing it, right?” The guardian just thanks you, and you smile at the kid, seeing them finally enjoy the cake as you grab your things and coffee.

You stopped and looked at Wooyoung for a second, waiting for him to look back to at least bid you goodbye, but only his friend behind the counter smiles at you apologetically when Wooyoung  entered the kitchen.

You sighed and smiled back at Wooyoung’s friend, exiting the cafe with a heavy heart.

Unfortunately for Wooyoung, even with his cold shoulder, that didn’t stop you from going every day to try and talk to him in class, and on the cafe.

His continuous excuses of “I can’t,” “I have a group project to finish,” “Have an assignment to pass,” and, “I'm busy,” continue to push you away, but you weren’t getting a bit tired and somewhere near it.

So with the finals approaching, you tried your best, really, but when projects just came piling up and you can’t come to bother Wooyoung for three days straight, he was confused all over again.

Closing the cafe with a huff and the feeling of disappointment filling up his whole body of not seeing you, and confusion of your feelings, everything for Wooyoung was a blur.

Walking back home in the dark wasn’t something new, but the fact that his feet dragged him to the longer route to his house, made him more frustrated as he can’t turn back now that he’s closer to home than to the shorter route.

His eyes wandered around, a lot of 24/7 restos blinding him– well, not until the familiar burger place you had with Yeonjun pricked his curiosity and once again, let his feet take him there to peek.

His feet didn’t disappoint him. He, for a second, almost had a big smile on his face to see you, but not alone. That red hair fuck, as Wooyoung described Yeonjun, was with you.

“Laughing like the world was theirs,” Wooyoung scoffed as he kicked a small stone in sight, dragging his feet back home before he does something he’ll eventually regret. “I mean– what do you see in that man? His red hair is probably blinding you, y/n. Can’t you see I'm way more handsome than.. What was his name again? Yeonja? Yeontan? Right, Yeonjun.”

He enters his house more determined to push you away, not knowing that he was almost.. bursting. Almost hurting himself with himself. Bursting.. Fighting with his own.

So when tomorrow came, you had to thank Yeonjun for helping you clear out school tasks. What was wrong today was, Wooyoung shazam-ed out of your eyesight in a second among the grounds, as you just shrugged it away, thinking you could bother him after class anyways, in the cafe.

Plans.. ruined. Your professor had asked you for your help with some arrangements on an upcoming event, getting you sidetracked until night.

“Nine fucking pm, how great.” You sneakily glared at your prof, running to the cafe to see if Wooyoung was there since, just right on time, nine was their closing.

The gods just love you so much.

“Wooyoung!” You shout breathless, running to him.

Wooyoung just looks at you, still on your outfit just as he’d seen in the univ a while ago, raising his eyebrows.

“Sorry, prof Kim wanted me to help her–”

“We’re closed.” He cuts you off, taking the keys off the door and walking back home. Wooyoung wouldn’t ever think of you following him home, his eyes must be deceiving him when he sees you walk ahead of him, backward as you beamed at him with the brightest smile you could pull.

There wasn’t even a moon, nor a lamppost to flash on your features, but why did it feel like you’re the brightest form that is?

You just smiled at him while you walk backward, stopping too when he stopped in his tracks.

“Are you playing push and pull with me?” Wooyoung deadpans, and if it wasn’t for his serious tone and face, you would’ve cackled right in front of his face. So instead, you were stunned.

“W-what?”

“I asked if you’re playing push and pull with me,” He sighs out, growing tired of everything that has been occupying his mind. “You come to me, and when I.. try to make a move, the next thing I know you’re avoiding me.”

“What do you mean? I.. I'm here now!” You pout, growing defensive.

“And another thing I know after, you’re with that red-haired fuck, looking like lovers always about to kiss!”

“He’s just a friend!”

“Then! you’ll come to me after, begging me to come to talk to you for god knows what!” 

“It’s because you’re avoiding me!”

“That’s because you avoided me first! For that red-haired fuck!”

“Okay, what the fuck?” You gasp, “First of all, he’s just a friend. Secondly, if you’re talking about the last time you see me out with Yeonjun alone, it’s because he cheered me up when I saw you flirting with Jongho’s partner!” You didn’t even know why you’re explaining, in the middle of the night, in the middle of an empty street.

“Then why the hell were you still with him last night?!” Wooyoung retorts back and you groan in frustration, walking back and forth while harshly brushing your hair back.

“He helped me finish my works so that I can fucking see you now, asshole! If I didn’t get sidetracked by prof Kim, I would’ve annoyed the fuck out of you again and probably might’ve finally confessed that I still, never stopped, fucking liking you! Or god knows if I love you, even!” Your pent up frustrations finally pour out, making you breathless. 

You were positive it wasn’t the amount of coffee you had consumed for the past month just to bug him, nor the number of coffees he had given you in the morning amidst avoiding you that was making your heart beating more and more, faster than faster.

Wooyoung pulls you into a nearby alley, as if someone was still outside to hear your banter, staring right at your eyes as he pushes you to a wall to trap you in his arms.

Just the stare– it felt like you talked Wooyoung’s feelings. It felt like everything he overthought, was just as simple as he loves you.

So doing what he had always wanted to do, he cups your cheeks and looked at your eyes for consent, and it didn’t need words when you’re the one who leaned in, pulling him down further by the neck.

And just like that, everything fell into place, though weird that your first kiss was on an alley.

Breathless, Wooyoung broke the kiss with a smile on his face as he rested his forehead to yours, caressing your cheeks as he feels all burdening, heavy feelings he had suppressed in his chest melt away with your warmth that engulfed him.

“I love you too, y/n.” With the biggest smile on his face, and with a feeling that he had never felt before.

[genshin-impact-writings]

(I hope I did this right)

Howdy barista, can I get a:

Medium

Caffe latte

Hazelnut syrup

Whipped cream

Thief Venti X prince/princess reader

Thank you so much for your request! Here's your drink, my dear: A medium caffe latte with hazelnut syrup and whipped cream on top. I hope you enjoy! <3 (Reblogs are very much appreciated.)

Prompts: Hurt/comfort + royalty!AU + “Stay with me, please.” + “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” (400 followers event: JJ's coffee shop)

The price of freedom – Thief!Venti x royal!reader (gn!reader)

Growing up in a palace and being the only heir to the throne had always been tough for you. Between endless lessons about etiquette, history, politics and dancing you barely found the time to be yourself – or to have fun. Your whole life was strictly planned out by your parents, starting from the things you would do throughout the day through to the person you would marry in the near future.

And you were so sick of it. So sick of it that you had decided to break out of the golden cage around you to finally get some time for yourself at some point.

Therefore, sneaking out of the palace after dark had become a habit a long time ago. It was the only time where you felt like you could be yourself, like you could be truly (Y/N) without having to live up to your parents’ unrealistic expectations. When you were out there, you always felt like you could finally breathe again. There were no responsibilities, no lessons or meetings with members of the court who wanted to sweet-talk you into supporting their grand plans for the kingdom once it was your turn to claim the throne. It was so tiring to listen to their seemingly endless monologues which were nothing more than the jabbering of bumptious old men, at least in your opinion.

But the thirst for freedom wasn’t the only reason for your nightly wanderings. No, there was something else to it, something far more important than escaping your royal duties for a while. Well, not something, actually. Someone, rather.

Venti, the mysterious thief with the beautiful aqua-colored eyes who had tried to steal your wallet when you had first met and instead stole your heart. Up to this day, he hadn’t returned either.

Not that you minded it, though. Falling in love with Venti was the best thing that had happened to you in a long time, although you couldn’t deny that your relationship made your life a lot more complicated than it already was.

And it had gotten even worse when your parents found out about it. You would never forget the mixture of utter disgust and confusion in your mother’s eyes when your father confronted you about everything this morning. It still made your blood boil to think about the way they had spoken about Venti.

A worthless waste of space, your father had called him. As if he knew anything about him! They had no idea who Venti truly was and how happy it made you to be with him. Or maybe they knew and simply didn’t give a damn about your happiness, just like always. Why else would they insist that you’d never see him again?

“Don’t forget who you are,” your mother had said before telling you to go back to your studies, as if they hadn’t just shattered your whole world into a million pieces with a few words.

But you weren’t planning on giving your happiness up so easily. You weren’t the docile lamb they wanted you to be. No, you were strong and independent and hell-bent to fight for your right to be happy, even if it meant breaking your parents’ hearts.

One last glance at the palace, the place you had called home for so long, then you took a step towards the center of the town. Then another one, and another one, and before you even realized what you were doing, you were running.

Running away from the life you no longer wanted. Not when you weren’t allowed to share it with Venti.

*

You found him in front of the tavern where you had first met, showing some sleights of hand to bystanders who rewarded his tricks with polite applause.

Hesitatingly, you waved at him to catch his attention. When he saw you, a smile flashed over his face, his pretty eyes sparkling with joy while he started to gather his belongings, uttering apologies to the people who complained that the show was already over. “Come again tomorrow,” he chirped. “I’ll be here.”

You greeted him with a smile which he returned before grabbing your hand and dragging you into a less crowded area of the town. “You are insane,” he mumbled, just like he always did. “What if someone recognizes you?”

“Hence why I am wearing this,” you replied and pointed at the hood of your cloak that covered almost your entire face. People would have to come incredibly close to you to recognize you, and so far, that hadn’t happened. Or maybe it did because how else had your parents learned about your relationship with the infamous thief?

“I wanted to see you,” you added a little breathlessly as you tried to keep pace with Venti. Ignoring his cheerful “Obviously!”, you continued, “Please, it’s serious. My parents – they know about us.”

He stopped dead in his tracks, causing you to bump into him. When he turned around to look at you, the careless expression in his eyes was gone and replaced by a seriousness you had never experienced with him. “Say that again.”

You bit your lower lip- “My parents know about us. They have forbidden me to ever see you again and I-“

“You’re here to tell me that this is the last time we’re seeing each other, right?” Venti interrupted you, his voice shaking ever so slightly, although he was really trying to keep his composure. He had always known that this day would come – but he had never expected it to hurt so much. He wasn’t ready to lose you.

“No, silly, I’m here to ask you to run away with me.”

“(Y/N), please, don’t make it harder than it- wait, what?” He stared at you in utter confusion, completely taken aback by your words. “What did you just say?”

You gently squeezed his hand, locking your gaze with his. “Run away with me.”

For a few moments, Venti didn’t say anything. Your words kept echoing in his mind, your wonderful proposal to leave the kingdom to start a new life elsewhere – together. But could he really do that to you? You were born to rule over this kingdom one day, you grew up in a sheltered and luxurious environment and knew basically nothing about the world out there. How could he take all of this away from you just because he was too damn selfish to let you go?

“Why?” he finally asked, very well aware that you had expected a different answer. You were disappointed; he could see it in your eyes.

“Why? Because I love you! Because I want to be with you!” you replied, your voice getting louder with every word. “Because – because I feel like I can’t breathe in this damn palace where every step I take, everything that I do is observed and judged by my parents.”

Suddenly, there were tears in your eyes and you didn’t even bother with blinking them away. “Venti, I – I don’t think I can to this anymore. I constantly feel like I am not good enough, like I’m not the heir they want me to be and I – I just can’t go back there. Please, don’t make me go back.”

The tears were streaming down your face now, the sheer amount of sadness in your eyes tugging at Venti’s heartstrings. He hated to see you cry and knowing that he was the cause for your tears only made it worse.

“You will lose everything you have,” he finally mumbled. You sniffled. “I know. But I don’t care, don’t you understand? All of this means nothing to me when I can’t be with you. You are what matters most but if I have to, I will leave this kingdom alone. I want you by my side but I won’t beg you to come with me.”

It was only then when Venti realized how serious you were about your whole plan. You were ready to leave everything behind to start a new life – including him if he decided to stay which meant that he would lose you forever.

“Stay with me, please,” he said, the words coming out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Now he was the one begging you not to leave. “We’ll start a new life somewhere else; we will leave this kingdom if you really want to but – please don’t leave me behind.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Thank you,” you whispered your breath warm against his skin. Venti kissed the top of your head.

He still wasn’t sure if it was the right decision to leave everything both of you knew behind but as long as you were together, he wasn’t afraid to find out.

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[austajunk]

Happy birthday :D

I have some head cannons and dumb stories to share with you :>

Nagito and Chiaki sleep with their heads near Hajime's chest because the sound of his heart beat is comforting to them

Nagito gets Chiaki Hajime and most specifically Izuru a bunch of shirts saying dumb things such as "Big Tiddies" or "Beach Babe"

Nagito and Chiaki usually get left home alone while Hajime is off at work and so they play video games together do each other's hair and one time Hajime came home and their 2 story house got turned into a giant cardboard box castle

Chiaki and Nagito like to play with Izuru's hair, one time they put it into a big braid with flowers and sparkles

Nagito wakes up when Hajime wakes up in the morning so he can try to make him a lunch for at work (he once burnt down the kitchen while trying to make a sandwich leading to Hajime having to call off work)

Hajime works as a barista and often comes home with drinks and or snacks for his partners

Nagito is naturally very cold so Chiaki and Hajime will randomly wrap him in a fluffy blanket and they usually watch a movie

They like watching Harry Potter and making fun of how Draco says "Potter" and they end up making silly impressions of all the characters

One time Chiaki came out to the kitchen to get a snack late at night and found Izuru crouched on top of the fridge eating Cheetos

Nagito likes to draw and he once gave a drawing to Izuru and he liked it and he offered to give Nagito drawing lessons, the 2 have drawing lessons every Sunday

Chiaki and Nagito like singing together even if they aren't very good at it and sometimes they can get Hajime or Izuru to join them, one time they stayed up till 3 in the morning singing and woke up with a note stuck to their door from their neighbors telling them to quiet down

Hajime wanted to do some landscaping for their house and Nagito ended up going on a spending spree getting a bunch of pretty flowers and even an orange tree

Since they got an orange tree they get to make homemade orange juice

Izuru Nagito and Chiaki like to cosplay, Hajime likes to aswell he just doesn't say he does (Izuru calls him out for this)

I didn't expect to write this much but here ya go

Have a great day

Thank you for some exhilaratingly hilarious and adorable headcanons. Because these were all so good. Sadly I only had time to draw my two favorite of these. But God just imagine Hajime holding both Chiaki and Nagito close to his chest because he knows it comforts them, while he strokes their hair if one of them wakes up until they go back to sleep. Also Hajime would make the sexiest barista in the world. Ultimate Barista. Prove he isn’t. :3

These are just all the cutest, so thank you so much for sharing them with me and making me cozy for my birthday with the fluff. Please take my humble sketchy offerings. First, Cryptid Izuru caught munching on his snackies and then some Ultimate Late Night Singing to impress his lovers:

[violettelueur]

— ITADORI YUJI + RYŌMEN SUKUNA || BEING WITH A GUITARIST S/O

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 29 january

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : Hello there ;w; was wondering if you could do some hcs for Itadori/Sukuna with a female s/o that plays guitar, but is a bit shy to play in front of others?

↳ barista’s notes : hi there~ so today we are getting a new episode of jujutsu kaisen and i can’t wait for you non-manga readers to see what is about to happen hahahaha....moving on from that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come to the cafe again soon ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ

When Itadori finds out that you play the guitar, the boy will be excited and will immediately ask you if you can play for him.

Let me admit, it was probably an accident the way he found you - probably passed by your dorm room and heard you playing the guitar, probably took a peek to see what you were doing.

However, when you reveal to him that you are shy about playing in front of him, he will understand and will probably wait until you are comfortable.

However, if he is itching to hear you play, he will come up with an idea of him sitting in front of you but facing away and if you were still a little iffy about it, he would tell you that you could turn away to not see him as well.

Like sitting back to back from each other.

Of course, after taking a few deep breaths, you would slowly play to him, he just has a bright and goofy smile on his face as he is thrilled that you trust him enough to play for him.

Overtime - may be a few weeks - you both should scoop closer to each other to the point where your backs would be touching and Itadori would gently lean on you as a way to comfort you.

Slowly but surely, he would turn around to face your body and allow you to turn around on your own course - of course, you could feel his stare but it is more warm than intimidating.

When you finally have the courage to look at him, you would see the brightest smile on his face and will ask you if you are okay once again to make sure.

His favourite thing to do with you is lean on your shoulder while you play - nothing else, just relaxing to the song you are playing.

From time to time, Itadori would ask you to teach him since he desperately wants to learn and probably was inspired by you.

So after missions or classes, Itadori will come to your dorm room and will have like an hour guitar lesson with you.

He really loves it when you guide his fingers to the right string and help him with his position because physical touch is his love language.

His favourite thing you do is when you give him a light kiss when he gets something right - motivates him more you know.

Overall, Itadori is very patient with you and is quite helpful when it comes to helping you break away from your performing shyness - he is also an amazing student since he picks it up surprisingly quickly.

Sukuna would be so confused on why you are shy and demands an answer from you - mate, does Y/N know themselves? Probably not.

He doesn’t help like his vessel, I feel like he would stare at you until you play for him and he will say “I will not leave or disappear till you play something for me brat” - rude.

So, you have to force yourself to play something, but you would avoid making eye contact with him, so you can concentrate on not making a mistake.

Of course, the guitar reminds him of a Shamisen (a three-stringed traditional Japanese musical instrument) and the sound of you playing gives him a nostalgic atmosphere.

Sukuna will never tell you that he loves it when you play for him - because he never admits his emotions for feelings - but you can tell he appreciates it when he would pop up somewhere on Itadori’s body and demands that you play.

Over time, you will probably get used to his stares when you play and you’ll have the courage to look up - he will smirk at you and say “now you have the bravery to look at me~” 

If you put your head back down, except him to grab your chin and raise it back up before rhetorically asking you “did I tell you to look down?”

No sir~

One way he comforts you while you are playing is by playing a hand on your knee and using his thumb to caress it - it’s a way to calm you down.

As the week goes along, Sukuna will force Itadori to go to your dorm so he can hear you play - Itadori will complain but he doesn’t want his heart to be ripped out again.

Sukuna will pull you between his legs and make you play in this position since he wants to clearly hear each note that you pluck.

He really loves to kiss your neck and behind your ear - sometimes he will bite it - when you play - think of it as a ‘thank you’

Overall, Sukuna is quite demanding when it comes to you playing the guitar for him but his persistence is somewhat helpful since it forces you to go out of your comfort zone - make sure to not help him near it because his nails will cut the strings.

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[strwberriki]

[ hot choco ] – s. jake

as soon as the class ended, you smiled at your friend, hurrying to her direction. you pulled her excitedly out of the classroom, stopping at the gates, panting.

“ woah there, why so excited ? ” she snorted, making heat rise up in your cheeks. turning to her, you asked: “ have you seen the café that had just recently opened in the corner ? ” she nodded in response, reaching for the heat pack in her padded jacket.

“ well ... have you seen their barista ? ” you eyed her, a small smirk growing in your face. she instantly got the message as she laughed, “ okay, lead the way ! ”

minutes of walking, the two of you had reached the cafe. opening the door, you were welcomed by the warmth and smell of freshly brewing coffee, chocolate, and different pastries. you two sat on a couch seat near the glass walls. looking at the menu, you asked your friend what she wanted.

“ i don't really have anything in mind, i'll just get what you'll get. ” she answered bringing out her phone. you went closer to her, before whispering: “ look at the barista there, isn't he cute ? ” your friend looked at the direction where you were pointing secretly.

she gasped softly, realizing something. “ isn't he our senior ... like, jake sim ? the one who plays in the varsity ... ? ” you looked over to the barista, who you thought was cute. and indeed, it was your senior. now, all your courage to go up to him just to order was all gone. you were a regular costumer, how were you not able to distinguish his face ? you were cursing yourself in your thoughts.

“ can you ... be the one to order ? oh my gosh, i didn't know he was our senior. ” you looked up to her, before showing what you want to order. thankfully, she said yes. after a few minutes of waiting in line, she came back, seating. “ he said it'll take a while to complete our order. ” you just nodded and hummed to acknowledge what she had said.

“ i thought you hated hot choco ? ” your friend eyed you suspiciously, making you laugh. “ well ... while going here daily just to see jake, i found out that hot choco wasn't really that bad at all ... ” now it was your friends' turn to laugh.

bringing out your laptop along with some of your notes to the wooden circle desk, you turned it on. there was an upcoming quiz from the past 5 lessons in your history class and you of course have to review in order to get a good score. probably 10 minutes in, and a familiar looking senior went up to your table that you shared with your friend.

“ two cups of hot chocolate, paired with two slices of red velvet flavored cake ? ” you heard jake's voice, asking if he got the order right. looking up at his direction, you nodded as he gave you his signature smile. placing the food and drinks in the table, he made sure to touch hands with you ever so slightly. he even winked, holy shit.

you noticed a piece of paper attached underneath your drink, pulling it, a note was written:

your friend said you thought i was cute, hit me up then, here's my number. heard you visited frequently because of me, haha. ;))

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