#but i drank too much caffeine and it’s hard

[rarepairdumpster]

Modern Artist AU

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Artist Silco, Drawing Viktor, The Power of Love, We actually finished something for once!

Writer/Illustrator Silco and animated Viktor climbing out of the page to drive him crazy.

Viktor on Silco's lap, trying to seduce him.

Silco, thinking he's drank too much caffeine or something and is now hallucinating, gripping those elegant wrists he had sketched/described so many times. Stopping those hands from sliding under his shirt.

"You have a job to do, boy."

"I'd much prefer to be out here, with you."

Viktor brushes his fingers against Silcos' cheek and he can smell the graphite and feel the trace left there. 

"You're far more interesting."

"No" Silco insists, scowling, "the book I'm working on is interesting. That's why I'm working on you.  It."

Viktor pouts and Silco curses himself for making Viktor's lips so plush and tempting. 

"I don't like the others," Viktor sighs, laying his head on Silco's shoulder and toying with the top button on Silco's shirt. "They're so...derivative."

Silco twitches as he feels a warm breath gust against his neck.

A similar twitch happens in his groin.

Clearly a sign that its been too long since he went to a bar and got laid. 

Silco tries to cover his reaction with an annoyed huff.

His work isn't derivative, after all

Viktor chuckles. "Isn't being with me a little masturbatory anyway?" 

Viktor's long, delicate fingers trail down to Silco's belt buckle and he turns his face to Silco's ear. "You did create me."

Viktor starts to nose along Silco's ear as he feels the man getting harder beneath him.

"And think about it. The sooner the book is finished, the sooner I'll be sitting on other peoples' shelves. I'll belong to them then. Don't you want to keep me to yourself for a while longer?"

Silco can't help but groan when Viktor slips his hand into his loosened trousers. 

"Viktor..."

"I don't hear any more protests," Viktor hums, leaving a soft kiss behind Silco's ear. 

"Let me take care of you... you've been working so hard."

Silco is definitely losing his mind, he decides, as the hand that is a figment of his imagination feels so very real as it begins to tease his cock.

"I feel it every time you draw me," Viktor continues, winding his other arm around Silco's neck, pressing closer.

"Like every emotion coming through onto the paper. Into me"

Silco's breath hitches.

Viktor starts to trail kisses along his jaw.

"I felt it....when you lingered on my lips....my hands....on the curve of my back when you let Talis bend me over. When you let him take me in missionary, I could feel your attention follow the spread of my thighs."

Viktor squeezes his cock just a little.

"I could feel how much you wanted me. How much you loved me."

"I do," Silco breathes, finally allowing himself to wrap his hand around Viktor's waist, knowing it would fit perfectly. "I never meant..."

Viktor cuts him off by finally kissing him, and Silco is amazed by how real he feels. The taste is metallic but not unpleasant and Silco knows he'll never forget it. 

Viktor was right. He did love the boy. Far more than his other characters and to the point of devotion. Viktor was perfect. Not just created by him but, unintentionally, for him.

Viktor moans into the kiss, soft and low, and it sounds just how Silco had imagined it would.

Silco doesn't know when he stands, but he recognises the moment he sets Viktor on his desk with more force that he probably should have and sends the stack of finished sheets scattering

Viktor gasps please when Silco grinds against him, then reclaims his lips, passionate and needy.

Silco can't make sense of this and doesn't really want to. Not when the man he'd given a piece of his soul to was naked and desperate on his desk. 

Viktor pushes Silco's slacks down and grips his ass with both hands, pulls him closer, closer, closer.

The next thing Silco knows, Viktor's thighs are hiked high around his sides, and he's pressing balls deep.

Everything about Viktor feels sublime, inside and out, as Silco grips Viktor's waist and fucks him deep and slow. 

Silco wants to drag this out as long as he can. He wants to savor every soft moan and whisper of his name that falls out of Viktor's mouth. 

In this moment, Viktor was his and his alone.

"I knew," Viktor gasps, nails digging into Silco's skin along his strong back. "I knew this would feel so...so good."

Silco touches and traces his fingers along every inch of Viktor he can reach, addicted to the soft skin beneath him. 

Viktor starts to move against him and Silco picks up his rhythm, growing closer to his climax. 

"Oh, my darling boy," Silco mummers into Viktor's ear, holding Viktor close as he pounded into him.

Viktor winds his fingers into Silco's hair and grips just on the right side of tight.

Uses his good leg to encourage the pounding Silco is giving him.

Silco knows he's close, but Viktor is clamped onto him like a vice and he couldn't pull away if he wanted to. 

"Stay in me," Viktor whispers like a secret, a spell, and a pact all in one that Silco can't disobey.

It's only a few more thrusts before Silco is cumming deep in Viktor, pressed close against him with his entire body

Viktor let's out this long, satisfied sigh -- as if he's been waiting to feel that rush of heat for the longest time. 

His hands grow gentle, petting Silco.

Silco holds Viktor tightly, afraid of what will happen to him if he lets go.

"My sweet muse," Silco sighs, kissing Viktor's face and lips. "Oh, my love, my Viktor." 

He hates that he can already start to feel tears sting at his eyes. Silco knows Viktor isn't real and he knows he can't have this forever.

Viktor is in no rush to leave. Lets Silco hold him so tightly, like he might break into pieces, if the man lets go.

"Silco," Viktor breathes as the man soon presses his face into his neck. "I'm here. I'm yours."

Silco isn't aware of the time passing, but he feels when the temperature drops.

Feels the goosebumps rise on his bare legs, slacks and boxers still in a pool around his ankles. 

"I need to dress," Silco sighs.

"I know." Viktor cups his cheek for a moment and smiles a little wryly. "Don't want you catching pneumonia and perishing on me."

"Please don't..." Silco isn't even sure he wants to say it. "How do I see you again?"

"How did you see me the first time?" Viktor kisses Silco's cheek and he can already feel the tangibility of Viktor's touch waning. 

"I'm always with you, love. In your heart and on every scrap of paper you mark up."

The next time Silco sees Viktor, its months later, towards the end of the release party, when Silco is bone-tired from socialising with people he half-tolerates and is looking for an excuse to leave.

Silco happens to be looking out the window, at the street below, when he sees Viktor looking around like he might be lost.

Silco's hand tightens around his nth champagne flute and then he's making excuses, claiming he needs some rest if he wants the sequel to be of decent quality. 

Viktor beams when Silco emerges onto the streets, eyes lighting up.

And Silco thinks, if he's losing his mind, at least it'll be to something, someone, that makes him happy

Silco rushes to Viktor and hoists him up into a half spin as the boy laughs above him. Once Viktor's back on the ground, Silco raises a hand to cup Viktor's face. 

It's warmer than he remembers but Silco cares more about the golden eyes he's finally able to stare into again.

"You're here."

"Of course," Viktor answers softly, expression tender as he smoothes his hands over the lapels of Silco's coat. "Couldn't miss the big day, could I?"

Silco flashes a rare smile, then pulls Viktor into a kiss and oh

The metallic taste he expected was gone. It tasted like...

Silco pulled back suddenly, causing Viktor to chuckle a bit. 

"Are you...?"

"Here." 

There's a gleam in Viktor's eyes when he pulls Silco back down into another kiss.

Silco indulges the kiss for several intense beats, heart thundering in his chest. And gods, he wants to keep indulging, but ---

Silco pulls back, hands cupping Viktor's face like he's the most precious, most fragile thing. Silco feels like he might shatter himself. Feels the ache of longing pull at his face, knowing he probably looks pathetic. 

"How? How are you here? How are you....real?"

Viktor looks at him, eyes so soft.

"Does it matter?"

"A little," Silco replies. "It would solidify whether I actually need to check myself into the psych ward or not."

Viktor laughs and it's the most beautiful thing Silco has ever seen or heard. 

"In the end, you finished the book," Viktor explains. "Your love for me is why you finished and maybe the pages couldn't contain my love for you either." Viktor closes his eyes and leans into one of Silco's hands.

"When I woke up here I had to see you. That's all I know."

Silco feels a crush of emotion at hearing those words and he surges forward to kiss Viktor again.

At the end of it all, Silco doesn't know and doesn't really care why Viktor's here. Just that he is and he'll never ever let go.

Arch + Woods

[incognit0slut]

All I Need

Spencer realizes how much he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. What better time is there to propose if not in the middle of making love? Based on:

Warnings: 18+ mature content but nothing too explicit, this is just sweet love making

words: 2077

A/n: I’m supposed to finish my last kinktober and update my series, but both are very heavy and I needed something sweet to defrost my writer's block. I hope you don’t mind me squeezing something else until I finish my other WIPs🥲

“…every time I look into your eyes I see it, you’re all I need…”

SPENCER KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. There wasn't a single thing he wasn't familiar with—from every mole, every scar, to every stretch mark. Any imperfection you considered of yourself he found to be perfect.

He was well aware of the small scar on your hip bone. Or the mole resting at the back of your thigh. Or the way you disliked caffeine, because every time you drank it, it increased your heart rate drastically. Which was why you always judged him every time he had a cup of coffee in his hand, especially with the amount of sugar he never seemed to stop adding.

"That is definitely not healthy," you would always say, to which he simply responded with a small peck on your lips. It was his way to shut you up without saying anything.

He also knew how soft you actually were underneath that hard exterior you always carried. You were an enigma the first time you joined the team, but Spencer always had a soft spot for mystery, and solving you became his mission even when he wasn't the best at maintaining conversations. He remembered making a fool of himself when he talked to you, stuttering about one of the random facts engraved in his brain.

But you still listened to him, and for once in his life, he finally found someone who didn't mind hearing him talk. It was nice to have somebody who found his knowledge interesting, and with that thought in mind, it didn't take long for him to take an interest in you.

Not that he wasn't interested at first, because honestly, you were a splendid sight when you first walked through the door. It was more so an interest that was considered surpassing a simple friendship. An interest that had him push his confidence into asking you out.

Spencer never pegged himself as someone who would be content having a significant other in his daily routine—his past relationships never seemed to work out, after all—but the more time he spent with you, the more he realized he was actually in pure bliss. It seemed as if you had cast a spell, drawing him deeper into your presence, a magnetic force of affection that went beyond the superficial. Every smile, every touch, seemed to emanate a radiant heat, and he couldn't help but be entranced by the sheer magnitude of your warmth.

Especially at this moment, staring into your eyes as they slowly fluttered open from a long night of slumber, he found himself leaning forward. You were so warm, so inviting. The soft light coming from the curtains cast a shadow over your curves and he couldn't help himself from trailing down your body.

You were fully awake now as he pressed his lips on every part of your skin. The slight movement of your arms wrapping around his neck had him grunting, and somehow he was suddenly positioned between your legs, pressing his hot length onto your wet folds, wanting nothing else but to push himself deep into your warmth.

As he watched you beneath him, eyes half closed, mouth open in anticipation, he couldn't help but mutter his next words because you looked breathtakingly beautiful. Heavenly gorgeous covered in a sheen of sweat, so damn pretty with eyes full of desire. You looked like a siren, an angel, and a lustful woman all rolled into one.

Everything about you was so divine, and the desire to consume every part of your existence became an insatiable hunger. It was a need, a yearning that made the idea of spending a lifetime without you seem unfathomable as if oxygen slowly drained from his world, leaving him breathless. 

The words bubbled up from the depths of his heart, and before he could second-guess himself, he blurted out, "Marry me." 

Your eyes snapped open as he finally sank his hips into you, and before you could even respond, before you could even register his words, his rough thrust stole the breath from your lungs. Rational thoughts shattered as he filled you completely, stretching you in a way that was slightly painful yet completely pleasurable.

He slowly pulled out, then pushed back in, your back arching, legs wrapping around his waist. "Spence," you moaned as he started a steady pace, trying to gain your focus but failing miserably. You couldn't think of anything else except the sensation between your legs. "Oh, God."

Languid and smooth, his hips continued to roll into you. "This feels good, doesn't it?"

The feel of his cock sinking in and out of you had your head falling back against the mattress. Your fingernails tightened upon his back, and he drove you gently into the bed with low grunts. His voice was rough, broken by focused breaths. "We could do this every morning."

A whine broke out of you.

"I'd wake up first," he told you. "I'd make you breakfast in bed..." He slipped out again before thrusting into you slowly, dragging his cock along your inner walls that had you mewling. "...right after I wake you with my tongue between your thighs."

You let out another moan. He drank in the sound with a smile before lowering his mouth to the base of your neck. Heated kisses trailed along your skin as his fingers trailed down the outline of your body before they stopped at the warmth between your legs.

Your mouth was wide open against his shoulder, eyes watering with the force of pleasure from having his cock smacking through your wetness, his body forcefully shoving your knees apart. You felt his fingers trailing your clit in slow circles and you arched your back, each tender brush tightened that coil of heat simmering in the pit of your stomach. The simulation drove you further into a haze of pleasure that a soft yes finally escaped your lips without you realizing it.

The barely whispered word didn't go unnoticed by him.

"Yes to this," he wondered as prompted his weight on his other hand. "Or to my proposal?"

You glanced up at him, your face a mixture of pleasure and alarm as you gave him a look. "You're crazy."

He watched you closely, mesmerized by the way your hips were bucking every time his cock hit that soft spot inside you while his fingers continued their tease. "Maybe." He leaned down and softly bit your shoulder. "But I am crazy in love with you."

When you didn't respond, he slowly pulled away and fixed his gaze on you. Your reaction, or lack thereof, spoke volumes, and as his eyes met yours, he found himself captivated by the reflective pools of emotion within. There was a hint of fear and concern, shadows that danced with the flicker of uncertainty. Yet, beneath those layers, he could see the distinct longing in your eyes. It was hard not to distinguish it as it matched the same look in his. Your stare was warm and domineering.

They were so full of love.

And that moment, Spencer realized, that was what you were to him—love. You were the greatest passion he had ever known.

You felt completely in the moment with him as you let your gaze scan over his features. His eyes appeared darker in this light of the room, but you could still see the soft lightness of them. Then, you leaned up, noses brushing gently against each other before you pressed your lips onto his. His body moved again in response, hips bucking into you and you felt him pulsing inside your core as his mouth worked harmoniously along yours.

"Marry." Thrust. "Me." Thrust.

You whimpered. Everything was too much. The intensity of the pleasure was almost intoxicating, a heady concoction that wrapped around you, rendering you momentarily breathless.

"Having you for the rest of my life is a privilege." He continued, grunting as you clenched around him. He lost himself with one final, jagged plea. "Marry me and make me the happiest man alive."

His words, touch, and the stroke of him inside you—it all blurred together. It pushed you so wildly that the coil in your stomach twisted sharply through along your body. He lunged down to kiss you again, tongue pushing deep as he stole your moan before it could break into the air. He tugged you into him at the same time that you submitted to his pull.

There were times when you would appreciate this. The contact, the intimacy, the warmth of your boyfriend connected with you. Right now though, you needed release. So you buried your hand in his curls, all messy and askew.

"Spencer," you breathed out against his lips. Each of his thrusts fed the growing flame in your body as your body turned pliant for him. “Oh god, yes,” you cried, head thrashing side to side as your eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by pleasure.

He peppered kisses over your neck, your jaw, your temple, desperate to be even closer to you, to melt into you. "Yes to what?"

Your senses were heightened, every touch and every breath seemed magnified in the intensity of the moment. Your body shuddered with every vicious thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes." A desperate, needy little whine slipped past your lips and you opened your eyes wide to give him a pleading look. "Spencer, please, please."

You were panting, your breath hot and your skin even hotter, and you could barely hear him when he spoke, "Yes to what, Angel?"

Angel. The syllables carried a warmth that resonated deep within your heart. Sometimes you were his Angel. Sometimes you were his Sweetheart. While you cherished the way he expressed his affection, a yearning for more had taken root.

Marry me.

You could be more than his angel. You could be his wife. But it wasn't just about the affectionate words anymore; it was about a promise, a shared future, and you realized as he hovered above you, all sweaty and desperate, that you wanted to feel this bliss every day. How could you not when he fits so perfectly inside you that you could swear he was made for you?

And then you felt it, his hand trailing down your arm before it stopped right along your fingers, intertwining them with his. Your hand clutched onto his as his thrust sped up a fraction—but it was still deep and lazy, enough to make you squirm. His cock was achingly hard inside you and when you clenched down on him, you adored the twitch and resounding moan it drew out of him.

You wanted this for your life. You wanted him every day. You wanted to wake up each morning in his arms, him whispering sweet nothings as he buried himself inside you.

You wanted him so much you would be a fool not to accept his proposal.

"Yes," you breathed out. "I'll marry you."

He grunted against your lips. "Say that again."

His thrusts were now fast and ruthless, his groans filling the room while the sound of skin slapping together echoed with it. Every time you could feel him deep inside you, it brought you closer to that familiar coil in your stomach. It was a heady sensation, an intoxicating blend of desire that quickened your pulse and set your senses ablaze.

"I—shit," you cried out, legs shaking at the pleasure traveling along your body you were starting to wail desperately for your release. "Fuck, baby, I'll marry you."

A sound of satisfaction erupted from him as he kissed you with every ounce of power he had. He kissed you as he had never kissed anyone before. He kissed you deeply, possessively even, and it was messy and rough and probably looked horrific from different angles, but it felt perfect.

You felt perfect. Your lips. Your curves. Your scent. It was as if you were made especially for him. He was fully consumed with you, consumed by you, and yet he couldn't get enough. Though you were beneath him, he was at your mercy, and the fact that you could still have such control over him made his stomach twist even more.

He was so in love with you. He was so sure of it, so sure of this abundance of passion, for Spencer Reid could sometimes be dense when it came to sudden bursts of emotions, but he was not stupid. He wasn't oblivious, nor was he lacking in perception. It wasn't about intelligence or lack thereof, it was simply about the purity of his emotion. 

And he was deeply, unequivocally in love.

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[4:47 am]

(cw: wife!reader)

CEO!Johnny had been mad since the second he heard about this early meeting. That was a week ago. Well, not mad, more like pouty. For a few months now he’d gotten used to going into the office a little later so that he could have his mornings with you. Nothing too crazy, just a half hour later, but after all the hard work he’d put in for the company, he felt he deserved the half hour with his wife. The mornings were blissful, waking up and cuddling with you. Following that up with coffee and breakfast together and bidding each other goodbye with a kiss before heading in your respective directions.

But today, today felt like hell. He was up before the sun was coming up, waking up while bakers were still baking for the morning rush, while children were still fast asleep and in dreamland before going to school. Getting ready before you were even thinking about waking up. Hell, you were deep in rem sleep right now.

A part of him wanted to be selfish and wake you up. At the very least, to have your company. He wouldn’t force you out of the warmth of your shared bed. He just missed you… and today would be a long day. Going in early to talk to overseas investors and spending the rest of the day finalizing reports for the end of the quarter. He was already tired of it all.

Johnny dragged his feet while he sipped his coffee and willed the caffeine to kick in. He was bone tired. He had even stolen some of your under eye patches to help with the puffiness under his eyes. He sighed tiredly, tying his tie and fixed his hair one last time.

He turned off the light in the bathroom and padded across the bedroom to your sleeping form. He pressed a kiss to your forehead whispering a quiet, “have a good day, baby.”

He wishes he could say he felt accomplished since he had been awake so early and working almost as long. He talked to the investors, he got a lot of paperwork done, and he drank a lot of coffee. And still he didn’t feel good knowing his soft mornings with his wife had been torn away.

So it came it as no surprise when your FaceTime call came in at your usual wake up and get ready hour. He smiled brightly as his thumb slid across the screen to answer your call. He was met with your pouty face surrounded with the white sheets of your shared bed, “you didn’t wake me up.”

Johnny laughs, “baby, it was like 5 in the morning! Good morning though, how are you?”

“I dunno,” you grumble, “my husband doesn’t love me so…”

Johnny chuckles softly, slumping back in his very expensive desk chair, “I do love you. I love you so much that I didn’t interrupt your sleep. I did consider it though.”

“If you really loved me you’d have woken me up,” you argue playfully.

“I think you’ll love me when you see what I left you in the kitchen,” Johnny tells you, lifting his brows with a smirk.

He watches you move through the halls, hair messy and free. He watches your eyes light up when you saw the surprise he’d left for you. “Breakfast and coffee. Wow, I guess you do love me,” you tease, “thank you though, baby. I appreciate it.”

“I think you’ll also be happy to know that I’ll be home early today. I haven’t told anyone yet, but I will be. I deserve it after waking up at 4 in the morning."

"I don't think your secretary would approve of that," you chide, arching your brow a him through the camera.

"Well, she wasn't here at 5 in the morning was she? Plus, she'll like it when she gets to go home early too," Johnny yawns, "I'll pick up dinner on the way home, baby. Have a good day. You off to work?"

You shake your head with a smile, "nope, took the day off. I'll see you later. I love you."

"I love you too," Johnny responds before hanging up. Damn, he should have taken the day off too, especially since his CFO was more than capable of doing this on their own. He drags a tired hand down his face, he was definitely going to put in for a long vacation and it you off to some resort where you both could spend the whole day in bed if you wanted to.

[joelmillers-whore]

Hard Light | Chapter Two

chapter one | ao3 | masterlist

series summary: when a new english professor begins teaching your class for the duration of your semester, you can’t help but develop an innocent crush on him. he’s as off-limits as he can be but it doesn’t deter you in the slightest. after a drunk night, you accidentally email him something that wasn’t intended to ever be seen by anyone. but that doesn’t matter. it triggers a misunderstanding that manifests into an affair with your professor who is twenty years your senior. nothing good could come of this, right? 

chapter summary: becoming obsessed with your english professor and imagining what fucking him would be like was never part of the plan. you seem to think about him whenever least convenient and read more into innocent words and touches than you should. but, your infatuation with him comes screeching to a halt when you discover something about him. crush done and over with, right?

pairings: professor!joel x college student!reader

word count: 2.7K

series or one-shot

chapter warnings: 18+ explicit, minors DNI, no mention of Y/N, alternate universe, professor/student relationship, eventual smut, self-esteem issues, workaholic, joel x female!reader, infatuation bordering on obsession (stay delulu friends), some sexual thoughts, masturbation (f), sexualization of the male form, allusions to sexual and explicit scenarios, drinking and glorification of getting drunk

A/N: okay, listen, i won't beat around the bush, i kinda let this series die after like one chapter. my brain works in mysterious ways, as in, i lose interest in stuff quickly, and that includes writing certain fics. that's why i have so many unfinished wips. but, here we go with another chapter of hard light. i re-read this chapter and was suddenly inspired to write for it again. enjoy and don't forget to comment, reblog, and like.

You’d been stuck at the coffee shop for the majority of the day, constantly checking your phone to see if Jeremy had answered you yet. But it didn’t look like he was going to be able to cover your shift. Where the fuck was he? You normally had no problem with covering a Saturday shift but you really needed to leave early, the application for the internship was due soon and you hadn’t started it yet. You flinched, feeling the burn of scolding oat milk drip onto your hand. You shook your hand out, trying to ignore the pulsating emanating from the skin. 

You’d been burned before and worse, but you just wanted to get through this shift. You tipped the ceramic cup and poured the frothed milk into it, moving your wrist in tandem with tipping the cup, trying to quickly do the design that had become second nature to you at this point. Your mouth flattened into a tight line, almost smiling at the student as you handed them their coffee beverage. You were always glad that the coffee shop on campus had only a few options to choose from when it came to coffee orders. And they were all pretty easy to memorize and make. 

Heaven forbid you worked at a Starbucks, where you had to nail down complicated drink combinations and fulfill nauseating orders. Coffee was a sacred thing, at least to you, and it was the perfect concoction of bitter and sweet that had you hooked each time you drank it. People needed way too much sugar to actually enjoy a caffeinated beverage, and there was nothing wrong with that, but it wasn’t something you personally liked. 

You looked up from putting the oat milk back in the fridge when you heard the chime on the door, ready to greet the person who had just entered with a welcoming smile, but that smile flattered when you saw who had just walked in. Your new English professor, the one with the tight ass. You shook your head. Okay, from here on out you were not allowed to think of him that way. He made his way to where you were, an easy pace to his walk. You swallowed as your eyes raked over him. He was wearing brownish-green slacks that seemed to fit him snuggly in places that you couldn’t look away from, and a stylish brown tweed jacket, which stretched across his forearms and chest tightly. 

He gifted you with a smile, his lips perfectly rounded and pink even though they hid underneath a subtle stubble. You opened your mouth to speak but apparently, you had no knowledge of the English language at this current point in time. 

“Could I get a latte?”, Professor Miller asked. 

You had heard him speak in front of nearly a hundred people earlier this week and yet, you were taken completely off guard by the throaty yet softspoken quality of his voice. How soothing and intimate it was when it touched your ears. It made you shiver, imagining how it would sound in the harshness of night when he was on top of you, thrusting slowly, and giving you words of encouragement while you took his thick—

“Yes”, you squawked, stepping back from the counter and burying your head in the coffee machine as you prepared his latte, trying not to let it show how heated your cheeks probably were. 

You heard a low chuckle from him as he paid, turning on his heels and standing in front of you, the bar of the counter the only thing acting as a barrier between the two of you. 

“You’re from my English Lit class, right?”, he asked, his Southern drawl sweeping over your whole body, making your stomach flutter. 

You looked up briefly, not ready to meet his eyes for fear that he could read your thoughts if you let him. You nodded, ducking back down and concentrating. 

“Thought so”. His voice was filled with amusement and something else as you felt the weight of his stare. 

You placed his finished latte on the counter, stuffing your hands into your back pockets as you waited for him to grab it. He took hold of the cup and the saucer but he didn’t move, plastered in place as you locked eyes with him. His pupils were double their original size as he scanned your features, seemingly staring into your soul. You wanted to look away but you couldn’t find the strength. 

His mouth tipped up at the edges, “Since I can get an unbiased opinion from one of my students...”, he paused, thinking about his next words thoughtfully, “How did you find my first day? Been meaning to ask one of you...”. 

You cleared your throat, “I think you did well. If my opinion matters at all”. 

Professor Miller snickered under his breath, nodding, “It does. Thank you for your honesty”, he twisted around but spoke over his shoulder, “I think you’ll find that I have a lot that I can teach you, and I look forward to the rest of the semester”. 

And with that, Joel continued to a table near the back corner of the coffee shop, setting his beverage on the surface and taking out his phone. He didn’t look up at you for the duration of his time, sipping his coffee, head buried in his phone for about an hour before leaving. He gave you a small wave as he left, which made your cheeks flame. 

You really needed to get a grip on yourself and not read more into his words. But you couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything else. I think you’ll find that I have a lot that I can teach you... He meant it in terms of the course, not whatever your idle mind told you it was really about. But you couldn’t help but dig into the double meaning behind those words. You were sure he could teach you a thing or two, he definitely looked like someone who had more experience when it came to sexual things. God, what was wrong with you? Joel— Professor Miller was a nice man, someone you could surely rely on when it came to your studies, you shouldn't be thinking of him that way. 

You were just tired and in need of some sleep. Yeah, that’s why you were letting images best left in the dark corners of your mind float to the forefront. Occupying yourself for the rest of your shift, eventually, Joel and that whole interaction became a distant memory, leaving your mind as fast as it had manifested. 

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You settled into a lacklustre routine as the week came and went in a flash. You hadn’t had another one-on-one conversation with Professor Miller, much to your relief. You’d been using your job at the coffee shop, studying and catching up on homework, or even spending time out with friends, as a diversion when your mind began to wander back to that man that made your head spin and your every nerve ending light ablaze when his eyes settled on you in class. 

It wasn’t just a one-off coincidence when you felt it the first time, it wasn’t even a coincidence the second time that you’d felt it either. It was becoming something permanently stuck in your head; when you would see him again, and you made a bet with yourself before every class. Would you get that same flutter in your stomach when you saw him standing before the class, back turned to you and that backside calling out to you? And every time, you would win or lose, depending on your outlook that day. You had a monster crush on your English professor and it was becoming a hindrance. 

Each day you’d wonder what he would think of your outfit, because yeah, now you were actually having to think about your appearance, you actually cared. You wanted him to care, to notice, for his heady gaze to bore into you for a little longer than any of the other girls in your class that he looked at. It was maddening, having him on your mind when you were awake and when you were asleep. You’d conjure the dirtiest images of him and you when you were alone at night, not caring in the slightest as you slid a hand into the waistband of your panties, driven to the edge of insanity if you didn’t ease the overwhelming flutters that never seemed to quit. 

You told yourself that what you were doing was innocent, that because Joel was in your proximity, it was only a natural progression that you’d develop something of a crush on him. But what you didn’t account for was how badly you wanted to act on it. How sometimes when you hung around after class, trying to work up the nerve to talk to him, you’d half-expect him to throw you onto his desk and pound into you, roughly, eagerly, your name slipping past his lips as he worshiped your tight cunt. But, he never did. And the more you thought about how much you wanted it, the more it became unrealistic. 

He was your teacher, for fuck’s sake, and you were his student. Nothing would happen and nothing could happen. But at night, when the stillness of the darkness crept in and you were having trouble falling asleep, your mind still strayed to the man old enough to be your father and you’d cum to the thought of him, over and over again, until your sated body and mind lulled to sleep. And then, when your alarm shrieked in the morning and you had to peel yourself from your bed and get ready for the morning, you’d be overcome with shame. Shame and regret. Because you were getting yourself off to the image of a man who probably wanted nothing to do with you, and you felt like a creep. 

You’d go about your day as normally as you could until you saw Joel in class again, and something as innocent as making contact with his hand as he gave you a quiz would ignite those flutters again, making them unquenchable. 

You were currently out with a few friends from your English class, and Jeremy had decided to tag along. The guy was a social butterfly and could fit in with any group easily. It was actually getting on your nerves, how your friends were currently swooning and chatting to him while you just sat there, waiting for them to loop you into the conversation. Jeremy caught your eyes over the shoulder of your friend, Cat, who was shamelessly flirting with him. Not that you minded, it was great that he was looking for someone. You had thought that you’d broken him when you broke up but it must have been all in your head. 

“Let’s dance”, Jeremy said to Cat, taking her hand in his, making her giggle as she stood up from her seat, and letting him guide them to the dance floor. 

You watched as his hands moved down her body, settling on her hips, and swaying them both in time with the slow song that was playing from the jukebox in the corner. Feelings you’d thought you had buried long ago came swelling to the surface, which had nothing to do with Jeremy moving on right before your eyes and everything to do with how lonely you felt. It hadn’t really hit you until this moment, watching two people who you considered friends, getting closer. 

You had a stupid habit of putting your needs on the back burner and suffering because of it. But growing up in a household that would rather see you be quiet than entertain any of your ideas or thoughts or feelings had done a number on you. Instead of seeking out what you wanted, you always held back, afraid of upsetting someone and losing their respect. It was the dumbest hang up but you couldn’t shake it. Even when you were in your twenties, it lingered. The feeling of not being good enough, for anyone. 

You turned around in your seat, giving Jeremy and Cat some privacy, the call of alcohol in whatever form suddenly calling out to you like a siren song. 

“Shots?”, you asked the remainder of your friends, which elicited a resounding and enthusiastic response. 

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The time was crawling into the early hours and yet you still knocked back shot after shot, not caring much that the bar manager was growing annoyed at you and your still rowdy group of friends, probably seconds away from kicking you all out. Jeremy had brought Cat home hours ago but the rest of you decided that the night was still young, and so were you. 

You’d been dancing for the majority of the night, switching dancing partners as much as you’d switched between different liquors, but you were alone now, moving your hips from side to side as you nursed a drink of some kind, not really knowing what was in it. Your friend, Ayesha came over to you, stumbling and almost knocking into you. 

“Look what I just found”, she slurred, holding her phone near your face. 

You squinted, trying to get the dizziness to subside long enough for you to focus on the image she had pulled up. But it was difficult, you were really drunk. 

“What’s is it?”, you asked, hiccuping loudly. You covered your mouth with your hand. 

“It’s him”, she screeched, jumping up and down, “Professor Miller, I found his Tinder. God, he looks yummy”. 

Your heart sank to the dark and twisted pit in your stomach and you felt like retching right then and there. But, it was inevitable, for the spell to break, it was only a matter of time. Fuck. You rubbed at your eyes, hoping that this was all a dream. Just a really demented trick that your mind was playing on you. But when you removed your hands from your face and everything around you came back into view, you knew it was reality. Because of course a man like Joel Miller, the rugged yet charming English professor from Austin, Texas would have a dating profile. He was surely dating people and having sex. Lots and lots of sex with women his own age, not with his students. 

You took a step back from your friend and uttered something about feeling sick and wanting to go home. They offered to Uber back to your apartment with you but you made up some excuse about it being dirty, so you didn’t want them to see it like that. A short Uber ride and you were sinking down against your front door, running your hands through your hair, and smacking your head back in frustration. You were an idiot, and right now, you were a drunk idiot. 

Getting up from the floor, you fished around in your purse for your phone and settled into bed, not bothering to change or take your make-up off. It was way out of the realm of what you could muster from yourself right now, and honestly, it was a whole task in and of itself. You mindlessly scrolled through various apps on your phone, trying to occupy your mind, anything to not think about the shocking and devastating revelation you’d had tonight. 

You paused when you hit your email inbox, seeing a new email from Professor Miller. You sat up in bed, fumbling with your hair like he could see you through the phone. You clicked into the email, your eyes struggling to focus on the small text. You skimmed it, something about a missing attachment from the previous email you had sent him. You groaned, feeling like your world was spinning on its axis. Maybe it was from the alcohol or maybe it was because of the damning truth that you never had a shot with Joel, to begin with. 

You thumbed the tiny icon to attach the missing document to the email, replied back to him, and threw your phone away from you. Maybe you’d feel better about things in the morning, but you strongly doubted it. Nothing could cure how heartbroken you were and nothing could help you through it. Wallowing would have to do but for tonight, all you wanted was sleep.

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[wreckedandpolemic]

all night - matty healy

(mdni) in which you can’t sleep, and matty is your favourite distraction. part of the regret me universe and promptober75 2024. 1281 words.

warnings: oral (m receiving), praise, mild degradation, cock worship (that felt worse to type than it did to read i promise), brief mention of mild somno

You physically can’t lie still, heart pumping and body electrified. You feel guilty for every movement, knowing you’re keeping Matty awake with you, but you’ve keyed yourself up on coffee so much that sleep is an impossibility. Matty had forcibly removed you from the studio after your eighth cup of the day at one a.m., despite your protestations that I just need five more minutes to get these chords right, baby, please.

“Chords’ll still be there tomorrow, love, okay? C’mon, I wanna get you in bed before your heart explodes from the caffeine.” And he’s so tender, kind and slightly concerned, that you relent and let him coax you home and into bed. He’s exhausted, poor thing, hence the guilt over your keeping him awake, but you just cannot fall asleep.

You lean on one elbow, staring at Matty’s face, long lashes fluttering against his cheek as he drifts between sleep and wakefulness. It’s always been a guilty pleasure of yours, watching him sleep, wondering if he dreamed of you the way you did of him. And even though you don’t have to wonder anymore, you still like to watch him, remind yourself that he’s real, and he’s there, and he loves you.

When you sigh and slump back down, Matty makes a little soothing noise. “Oh, baby. You still can’t sleep?”

You shake your head, pouting a little. “No. Drank too much coffee, I’m so fuckin’ buzzed.” Matty sighs, slowly skimming a hand up your bare thigh and over the curve of your ass.

“Y’know what might help?” he asks, wearing a sleazy little grin. “An orgasm,” he adds, as if the implication wasn’t obvious. “That’s true, it’s science. Endorphins, or somethin’.”

You laugh, propping yourself up and rolling between his legs. The concern written over his face is soft, so sweet it makes your heart flutter. “You just wanna make me cum, don’t you?” you tease. Matty tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, trails his fingers gently down your face, and he just smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “You know what I just realised?” you whisper, letting your head fall against his thigh as he sits up. “I have a crush on you. I’m in my fucking thirties, and I have a crush on my boyfriend,” you laugh, gazing adoringly up at him.

Matty practically beams, rubbing soothing little circles into your shoulder where you rest in his lap. “I love you,” he murmurs.

“I love you,” you sigh, leaning forward to kiss his tip (it’s right there, what are you supposed to do) through his boxers. “Y’too good to me,” you add, slowly tugging his cock free and running your finger along the vein on the underside. “M’kinda obsessed with this,” you mutter, gently licking over the head as his cock stiffens under your tongue.

“I know,” he grins, groaning when you rub your thumb just under his tip and suck his precum off your skin. “S’that gonna keep you happy, baby? Y’can play with it as long as you want, darling, m’just gonna close my eyes, okay?” he yawns, lips twitching into a smile when you kiss his thigh.

Wrapping your lips around the head of Matty’s cock, you lean down to take all of him in your mouth, idly swallowing around him and coaxing him to full hardness. You bob your head, not quite blowing him, just teasing and entertaining yourself with his cock. Pulling off, you wrap a palm around him, dig your nail into his slit, savour his sleepy little moan. Slowly, you pump him, watching his cock jump at your touch. “So responsive,” you praise, licking up the precum pearling at his tip. “Taste so good, too,” you add, smiling when he slides a hand into your hair.

Matty’s voice when he speaks is low, raked over gravel, thick with lust and sleep. “Such a little cockslut, darling,” he coos, tugging at your hair just hard enough to make you whine. “Pretty mouth of yours feels so good,” he adds. You lay like that for a little while, idly licking and kissing at him. The taste of him fills your mouth, familiar and addictive as his cock twitches under your affections. “So nice havin’ you like this, all cockdrunk and sweet. You feelin’ better?”

You nod, stifling a yawn and nuzzling into his base. “Mhmm. Sleepy now. S’nice, bein’ close to you like this,” you murmur, kissing and licking at him happily, taking his cock back in your mouth and swallowing it to the root. Moaning as Matty bumps the back of your throat, you smile as he twitches in your mouth. “It’s so pretty,” you coo, licking a stripe along the length of him and running your fingers over his tip. “I fucking love this dick, baby. Makes me crazy.” You lean over, let spit drip out of your mouth and down his cock, looking up at him pleadingly. “Can I make you cum now?”

Matty laughs. “If I ever answer no to that, just shoot me. It’d be a mercy killing,” he says, and you snort, shaking your head at his dramatics. Greedily, you take him into your mouth, moaning when your nose presses into the skin above his base. Inhaling deeply, you lose yourself in the familiar smell of him, cigarettes and cologne tinged with sweat. Matty’s hips jerk, and you swallow a gag, relaxing your throat to let him fuck into your mouth. “Good girl,” he croons, gently petting your hair. Your brain is melting, leaking through your ears, leaving you a dazed, happy, submissive mess.

You can barely think, and you don’t even want to, content to watch pleasure paint itself across Matty’s face as he thrusts into your mouth. A pretty, red flush spreads across his chest, decorates his tattoo; a sense of pride at being the one to work him up like this washes over you. You reach up, gently massaging his balls and feeling them tighten under your fingers. He’s close, you know it. “Please cum for me,” you murmur, stroking and squeezing his cock just how he likes.

“Yeah, darling, just like that,” Matty groans, fucked-out and desperate. “My sweet girl, fuck.” He lifts your head, puppeteering you until his cock presses thick and heavy and warm against your tongue. “You gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth, baby? Yeah? Gonna swallow it all?”

You nod as best you can, humming around him happily, and you hear a dizzying whine of your name as Matty spills into your mouth. Cum splashes on your tongue, and you don’t even bother to show off before you’re swallowing greedily, the taste of him addictive and intoxicating. His thighs tremble, little gasps pouring from his mouth, and you pull off to lick over his head, catch any last drops of cum. Matty whines, and you roll off him as he slides down onto the pillows. “Thank you,” you mumble, yawning and curling into him.

“Fuck are you thanking me for? I should be thanking you. Y’always make me feel so good, baby,” Matty says, cupping your jaw and tenderly brushing a thumb over your cheekbone. “Y’want me to get you off now?”

“Mm-mm,” you say. “You know what I’m like. It’ll just wake me right back up,” you say, shifting your weight around until you’re comfortable on top of him. “Wouldn’t say no to waking up to your mouth on me, though,” you add, smirking into his chest.

Matty traces a spiral over the back of your shoulder. “I can do that,” he murmurs, his grin audible. “I’ll do anything you want, darling, you know that.”

[osamucide]

BSD COFFEE ORDERS! ⊹

inspired by this post by @alyszuha! I thought it was so silly and as a former barista it sparked my imagination lol. very little context for these

DAZAI is a sweet coffee drinker. I think he secretly wishes he could be a black coffee fan but he can hardly get it down without four plus pumps of butter pecan syrup and an absurd amount of sugar. probably an iced latte regular. oat milk.

ATSUSHI doesn’t mind black coffee but everything tastes good when you grew up in poverty. he prefers it iced with yummy sweet cream cold foam on top, though.

KUNIKIDA is a plain black light roast truther. doesn’t care if it tastes like shit. he’d spike it with coke and gasoline if it meant it’d help him get through dealing with Dazai everyday.

RANPO would do ungodly things for a caramel frappe. extra whipped cream and caramel drizzle, please.

YOSANO is another black coffee drinker, but I think she’s a little picky about it. loves a good medium roast.

KYOUKA, I think, has residual paranoia from Kouyou telling her coffee would stunt her growth like Chuuya so she’s a tea drinker. sweet green tea, hot or iced, is her go to.

KENJI loves matcha! it’s so earthy and reminds him of home. hot or iced, maybe with some strawberry flavoring.

FUKUZAWA is the reason Ranpo fiends for caramel fraps. he probably gets it with an absurd amount of caffeine, though. I’m talking like, six shots of espresso.

TANIZAKI regularly rotates between vanilla lattes, chai teas, and green teas.

NAOMI gets whatever Tanizaki’s getting.

CHUUYA drinks hot salted caramel lattes pretty much exclusively.

AKUTAGAWA drinks a plain, scalding hot Americano because he thinks it makes him look hard. in reality, he thinks they’re kinda gross so he dumps assloads of sugar in them.

TACHIHARA loves a good chai latte, especially if it’s extra spicy, ya know? something about spicy chai. prefers it hot.

GIN strawberry Italian soda drinker is real to me.

HIGUCHI got put onto to strawberry Italian sodas by Gin. I think, after a while though, she starts to try out different flavors and comes to prefer peach.

MORI doesn’t go to cafes. he has a Keurig in his office and has Hirotsu buy him those huge boxes of donut shoppe/breakfast roast by the tens. stacks them up stupidly. straight black. no less than five cups a day.

ODA seems like he’d be a redeye drinker. silky espresso + a nice medium roast? he loves it.

ANGO drinks a cappuccino, probably with only the finest espresso, too.

POE is a cold brew drinker. I think he probably plays around with flavors and splashes of different types of cream; he really likes a vanilla and caramel cold brew with a splash of whole milk.

FYODOR drinks Raf coffee! it’s a Russian classic from the 90s (the origins are neat and I actually think they’re pretty yummy)

NIKOLAI absolutely drinks tuxedo mochas. wants them disgustingly sweet. all that sugar and caffeine is probably why he’s bouncing off the damn walls all the time.

SIGMA probably drank Raf coffee and mochas for a while because of his colleagues. when he starts branching out on his own, though, he discovers he really likes fruity lattes. blueberry, strawberry, or blackberry flavoring is at the top of his list.

TETCHOU would drink what I would call a mocha for lack of a better term, I guess? but he more or less just gets chocolate syrup dumped directly into black coffee.

JOUNO pumpkin spice latte enjoyer is canon Asagiri told me so. I don’t think he’s too picky about coffee, though (unless it’s Tetchou’s ghastly combination).

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hear me out. uni student/barista au suguru and regular (also sleep deprived) yn.

hearing you out in all the ways my ears are capable of anon …… this is one of my fav aus for him . always. (cat i am looking directly at you)

suguru who works part time at a little café and notices you come in early morning and late at night… always either right when the store opens or when there’s only an hour left until closing . sometimes you’re waiting outside when he gets there by bike, and he greets you with a polite smile, watching you give him a sleepy little bow of your head :(((( i think he’s instantly a little enamored . always makes your drink with extra care because he knows you need it by the way you’re just abt to fall asleep in your seat lmao….. he admires how hard you work!!!!!!!!

i think it’d be cute if you drank so much coffee that he eventually gets worried ����😭 like . that can’t be good for your poor heart . so one evening you’re sipping the last of your espresso with bags under your eyes, contemplating buying another one (with your already crumbling budget)….. and barista!sugu walks over to your table with a paper cup in hand :3c warm herbal tea . on the house, he says . your brain is too fried to deny it so you let him place it in your hands…… and even though it doesn’t satiate your coffee craving, it makes you feel so warm .

you sleep extra well that night <333 and the next morning you wait outside the café again, thanking him with a shy smile when he arrives, before hesitantly ordering another slightly less caffeinated beverage……. missing the way his lips curl up into a pleased little smile . not sure if he’d successfully de-caffeinate you or just make the coffee addiction worse but either way your budget stays strained and your heart stays full <333333 (save me barista!sugu)

[newtonsheffield]

I would love to see Kate getting jealous of the effect tatted Anthony has on other women and it causing her to reflect on herself, her insecurities and their relationship until Anthony assuages her.

I think this is something that really does bother Kate a little to begin with. She’s not upset at the fact that Anthony engaged in a lot of casual sex before they were together. She doesn’t have a right to be upset about that. They didn’t even know one another, there’s nothing to be upset about. But it does bother her a little that women seem to have a… reaction to her boyfriend.

She can see the way eyes sometimes follow him when they walk into a store and she sees the way women behind the counters in coffee shops blush when he smiles at them before he orders. And of course she knows that some of his clients gush about him on the street outside while she loads the van.

“I’m telling you! He was so hot! I’d get another tattoo just for Anthony.”

Kate rolled her eyes a little as she slammed the van door shut, watching the girl walk off down the street. She must have been barely twenty, this woman, who’s walking down the street without a care in the world. Kate tried to brush it off most of the time, the way women blushed and smiled and batted their eyelids at Anthony because she knew how… startling he was sometimes. She knew the way her heart had stuttered in her chest the first time they’d met, right there on that street. But it was hard sometimes, irritating even, to have to do it. It wasn’t that she resented the choices he’d made before they were together, it really wasn’t. It was only that sometimes it was hard to believe that she was enough for Anthony. Just her. That she’d been the person that he’d met and decided to spend his life with. He’d made so many changes in his life, not necessarily for her, but because of her and she sometimes wondered if he’d grow tired of changing. If he’d wish he hadn’t. She’d loved him anyway, even if he drank too much caffeine and smoked and rode his motorbike too fast she’d loved Anthony. And she wondered if he knew that.

“Do mine eyes deceive me?” The door to the tattoo shop had swung open again, revealing Anthony, his muscled arms crossed over his chest, the tattoo of her on his arm just visible. He grinned at her underneath his cap, winking. “Or is that a damsel in distress?”

Kate rolled her eyes, “Are you out here to chase after your new girlfriend?”

Anthony’s nose wrinkled with his adorable smile. “I’m out here to see the mother of my child.”

He jumped off the step, his boots landing with a clatter as he smiled cheekily, wrapping his arms around her tightly, swinging her around. She felt herself relax against his chest, burying her nose into his neck and breathing in the smell of his cologne and the antiseptic he used to wipe his chair down. “Hey.”

“I love you.” Anthony breathed against her with a happy sigh.

“Are you sure? A twenty year old is planning to come back to flirt with you again. Could be your chance with her.”

Anthony scoffed, “I’m only interested in flirting from one person, thank you.” He pulled back, kissing her quickly before he laid his hand on her stomach, not even begun to swell yet. “And a high five for the baby.”

Kate felt tears prick in her eyes and she took a shuddering breath to force them back but Anthony noticed, his brow furrowed with concern.

“Kate, babe.”

“I’m fine.” She breathed, “I just… I’m so excited but I’m worried this has all happened too quickly for you and you’re going to wish it hadn’t happened at all.”

Anthony pulled her in tighter again, his strong arms cradling her against his chest. “Hey, I am exactly where I want to be. I don’t know why you picked me to fall in love with but I am so fucking glad you did. Every day since we’ve met has been the best day of my life and I can’t wait for more. No regrets at all.”

“No cold feet?”

“Why would I have cold feet when you’re here?”

“I love you.” Kate breathed, “I’m sorry, I just… pregnancy has been… tough so far and I’m just…”

“I know.” Anthony kissed her forehead again. “I have some time for lunch, do you wanna get sandwiches and you can tell me your thoughts on the newest round of houses I’ve picked out? One has space for a tiny green house.”

“Yeah,” She nodded against his chest. “Yeah that sounds good.”

“I am also desperate for a matcha latte.”

She let out a watery chuckle, “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“I never thought my day would be ruined if somewhere gives me a domed lid instead of a flat lid but here we are.”

[gh0st-t0wn3]

Lmk ss edits + headcanons, Part 5 (Porty MK, Artist MK, Delivery MK)

- He/They

- Gay

- Calls Redson either Wildfire or Firecracker

- Whenever something goes wrong he says "called it." (He did not, in fact, call it)

- Calls everyone "Dude"

- Once took Redson out to the Anti-gravity Arcade and got mad when he passed out after almost 32 hours of non-stop dancing and playing arcade games

- Tells MK that he has no fashion sense but will wear the most atrocious combination of colours and patterns himself

- Has multiple ear piercings as well as a bellybutton and tongue piercing

-  Once threw a party that got busted by the police and dispelled himself to avoid getting caught

- Has so much energy, if he's not at a party he's constantly walking around the apartment, if his legs start hurting he'll sit down for like 8 seconds before getting up and walking around again because he still has so much energy left

- Makes the dirtiest jokes known to man kind

- Makes the others do karaoke night with him. every. week.

- Will sometimes put on lipstick and kiss all over Redsons face and neck to make og MK jealous (trust me guys, please🙏)

- Absolutely HATES dark chocolate, it's too bitter for him

- Despises the claw machine games at the arcade, if he gets something and then it falls out of the claw he'll literally break the glass and just take it

- Lives on energy drinks

- Will refuse to drink any soft drinks when they run out of bubbles

- Loves those cringey alpha wolf memes

- Laughs at those firemen saving people in reverse videos and always sends them to Redson, who also laughs at them (yes it does concern MK and the others)

- Smells like sweat and cotton candy (its from flavoured vape smoke)

- Love language is Quality time (and by quality time I mean partying)

- Has a whole box of glowsticks

- "Hey, hey, hey guys, watch this!!" *fails at trick*

- Loves candy, especially hard candies

- Scams kids out of their tickets at the arcade

- Paints his nails a different colour every week, and almost always uses glow in the dark nail polish

- Tried to make his own firework show once and set three houses on fire

- Would rearrange someone's whole room just to mess with them

- Has a monkey form just like og MK, he uses his tail to take prizes from the claw machines without having to actually play them

- He/They

- Gay

- Calls Redson his Muse

- Would probably collect bones. It freaks the fuck out of MK and the other clones

- Will destroy any and every art piece if it doesn't turn out exactly how he envisioned it in his head

- Writes fanfiction

- Constantly covered in paint splatters, charcoal, glue, etc

- Hates baths, lives off dry shampoo

- He acts like a cat whenever he gets wet

- Takes great care of all his art supplies and will flip out if something is out of place

- Agreed to help Sandy paint his boat again the second time he was summoned but only if Sandy stopped changing what colour he wanted it to be after every new coat of paint (Sandy learnt his lesson the first time art MK was summoned)

- His advice is always "just kill them"

- Bites ankles

- Was almost arrested for vandalism (he ran away from the cops)

- Once painted a picture of Redson, who only said "this is pretty good" (it was in fact a genuine compliment, he loved it), and Artist almost killed him

- Analyzes his dreams as if he's the prophet predicting the end of the world

- Won't let anyone use his art supplies

- Growls at people

- Perfectionist

- Smells like paint fumes

- Love language is gift giving and words of affirmation

- If he's focusing on something really hard and something startles him, he'll jump in the air like a cat

- Was drawing at a park once and a bunch of kids were being annoying so he tripped one when it ran past him

- Collects concept art books from literally anything, movies, video games, TV shows, it doesn't even matter if he's played/watched them he just likes looking at the concept art

- Insomniac who 'cures' it with an unholy amount of caffeine

- Has drank paint water before, will do it again

- Extremely passive agressive

- MK yelled at him once for getting paint all over his bed

- Has a monkey form just like og MK, he uses his tail to reach higher places when painting on walls and shit

(Had to use og MK has a base ref because the show did delivery MK dirty)

- He/They

- Gay

- Calls Redson Paprika

- Loves straws, will only ever drink something if he uses a straw (I did this as a kid)

- Is constantly listening to music while doing deliveries and has absolutely passed his destination on multiple occasions

- Surprisingly witty

- Is the only MK who knows how to cook and genuinely loves it

- Has a little bit more chub than og MK does (duplicatnation did him dirty and I will never forgive them for his design)

- Has gotten into physical fights with rude customers before and would do it again

- Absolutely HATES eating fish

-His shoe laces are never tied, the amount of orders he's ruined because he tripped on his stupid laces is insane

- If he gets bored he'll just lay on the floor and do nothing

- Has accidentally eaten dog food before

- After a long day of delivering he'll pass out for hours at a time then wake up again at like 2am

- "Not to be rude, but.." proceeds to say the most disrespectful shit you've ever heard

- Either cannot keep a secret for the life of him, or will immediately forget the secret 5 mins after being told what it is, no in-between

- Him and the other clones accidently broke into a strangers house once, and he felt really bad so he cleaned the dishes before leaving (it was on the news)

- Will @ a specific person in a group chat instead of just dming them

- Sometimes eats out of the noodles he's delivering, no one has found out yet

- Smells like noodles

- Love language is Acts of service

- If he gets into a fight with someone he is fully willing and ready to resort to biting

- Saw Monkey King eat his own hair once and almost threw up

- Sometimes if a customer is being rude while ordering over the phone he'll purposely drive slow or take a longer route so their noodles are cold when they get them (og MK has told him to stop multiple times because he's scared of Pigsy thinking he's the reason they get any bad reviews)

- Has a Spotify Playlist for every possible occasion

- Gives out really good hugs and will hug people for really long periods

- Cries when he sees sad animal videos

- Can't whistle to save his life

- Has a monkey form just like og MK, he uses his tail to hold more orders to get work done faster

[rainydaymiscellaneous]

Can you please write a Kaz Brekker x reader fanfic where the reader mentions something they love or like to Jesper when they are talking and Kaz overhears and then starts buying her it like everday and like leaves it on the readers nightstand, but the reader doesn’t know who’s been leaving it until like someone else finds out and tells the reader? Please.

THIS IS SO CUTE

Caffeine

(Kaz x reader)

"Coffee? You drink coffee everyday?" Jesper asked. "Well something's got to keep me going." You said with a shrug. Kaz who was seated across from you at another table had a newspaper up, drinking his usual tea as he looked for a lead on a job. What you didn't realize was that Kaz had heard you.

He loved you so much but hadn't said anything. After all, who would return the sentiment to a man who was repulsed by being touched. He showed it in small gestures. Always giving you a free meal at the club, ensuring your safety on the streets, giving you your own room at the Slat, paying for your weapon repairs when you needed them. Inej and Jesper knew the real reason. They both knew Kaz loved you but wouldn't admit it. "She's an investment, nothing more." He told them. Investment. Right. That's all you were to him.

Kaz got up from his seat, you looking over. "Going back to the Slat?" You asked. He gave a silent nod. "I'll go with you, I'm pretty tired." You said getting up. "Probably a caffeine crash." Jesper said. "Oh shove off you." You said with an eyeroll. Kaz walked the lit streets of Ketterdam with you next to him.

There was a part of him that wanted so badly to know what it'd be like to actually love you. "Stop" he'd tell himself. "That is vulnerability. That is a weakness."

"Something on your mind Kaz?" You asked. "Mm? No. Nothing, why?" He asked. "You're just quietly staring at me pretty hard there. So." You said with a shrug, putting your arms around yourself to keep from getting cold. "You're cold." He realized. "Well sort of. It's not that big of a-" Kaz took his coat off, handing it to you. "Deal..." you finished, looking at the man with slight surprise. "Thank you." You said, taking the coat.

You could never get a full read on Kaz. Sometimes you thought he was a decent man, someone who'd never turn his back on you. Other times you agreed with Nina's mindset of him being slappable. It didn't help that he was gorgeous. Sometimes you had this urge to just run your fingers through his hair. You knew he hated touch though so you kept your hands to yourself.

His coat was too big for you of course, going slightly over your hands. "I have a new weapon." You declared, waving the loose sleeve at him. His heart exploded in his chest, him quickly looking away to hide the blush forming on his cheeks. "I didn't think your arms were this long. Hmm." You said, stretching out your arms to see the size difference of the sleeves. He found you to be so adorable. It was frustrating. Is this how everyone saw Wylan?

When you reached the Slat, you gave him back his jacket. "Thanks for keeping me warm." You told him. He just nodded in response and you went to bed.

The next morning you woke up to a warm aroma. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw a coffee on your nightstand. You leaned up confused. Did you buy coffee last night and not remember? No, that wasn't possible. It was warm, it'd be cold if it was from last night.

You drank it, tasting a faint hazelnut. It was a pleasant feeling, waking you up enough to go downstairs where Jesper was sitting with Inej. "Thanks for the coffee." You said sitting next to Jesper. He rose a brow. "I didn't get you coffee." He said. You blinked. "Inej?" You asked. "No." She said. "Wylan?" You asked the boy coming downstairs. "What?" He asked. "Did you give me coffee?" You asked. "No? I'm not big on coffee." He shrugged. "Who the hell made me coffee?" You asked as Kaz walked past them. "Kaz, did you make me coffee?" You asked. "Yeah, right. Kaz make you coffee. Mark that up there with the saints themselves paying us a visit." Jesper said. Kaz ignored the group, walking out the door. Inej looked at you and then the door. She knew.

She had her sneaking suspicions about his intentions towards you for a while, but it seemed the coffee was the final nail in the coffin. Kaz was in love with you, he just wasn't saying anything. Knowing how stubborn the ass could be, there was a chance he'd never say anything.

The following mornings were the same. You'd wake up to coffee on your nightstand. It was a nice ritual but you were confused on who was leaving it for you. So you decided to sleep light. It was around eight when your door opened, you pretending to still sleep. You heard the person set down the cup and you looked over to see the last person you'd expect. "Kaz?" You asked making him jump.

"You're the one leaving me coffee?" You asked. "Uh... No?" He lied. He was the worst liar when it came to you. You leaned up looking at him. "Yes. I am." He said. "But... why?" You asked. "It makes you happy." He muttered. Your heart melted at those words. Something so trivial to you yet it clearly was a bigger deal to him. Your happiness was something he'd actively go out of his way for. And that made you want to kiss him.

"Kaz that's so-" "Ridiculous, I know-" "Sweet. I was going to say sweet." You corrected. He put a hand on the back of his neck, looking away nervously. "Have you always done things like this?" You asked. "No." He lied again. You looked at him with a squint, implying you knew more. "Yes. Yes I have." He sighed. "Kaz, why haven't you said anything?" You asked. "Because why would you care?" He asked. "Well if someone is doing things for them I should thank them. It's just polite." You said sarcastically. He sighed. "Kaz..." you said getting up.

He moved back. "Kaz, I care about you. I just... I need to know that-" "Why?" He asked. "What?" "I am a rude, selfish man who is known literally as the 'Bastard of the Barrel'. So why do you care about me?" He asked. Your gaze softened. "You keep me safe" You said moving closer. Kaz moved back again. "You make sure that I'm not starving" you stepped closer and Kaz gripped the dresser behind him. "You made me coffee every morning because you knew I liked it" you said looking in his eyes.

"Kaz, you keep me alive. You make sure I have what I need. I went from being alone to having a home. You have... you have become my home." You said softly. Kaz looked in your eyes. "If you'll let me... I will be yours." If he let himself fall for you, it'd be a great risk. You were a weakness. You were his weakness. He was shaking from how close you were to him. He hated touch and yet somehow you made him want to touch you.

You backed up. "Just think about it. Okay?" You said. He swallowed hard as you approached your bedroom door.

His hand clasped around your wrist, catching you off guard. You had never touched him before, you knew he hated to be touched. Not only was he touching you, he was touching you with his bare hands. You turned to face him, staring at him.

Why wasn't he feeling that nausea that always came with touching someone? He hated touch so much, he hated that feeling and yet... He didn't feel nauseous. He didn't feel upset or anxious. He looked in your eyes, you not daring to utter a word while in his grasp. He couldn't stop staring into your eyes. He saw so much in them. He saw stars in them, he saw a fire thar burned bright... he saw a bit of himself in them.

His other hand found its way to your cheek, you instinctively leaning into his touch. Oh how he nearly fell apart at that. He had debated for months on simply telling you that he had feelings for you. He technically hadn't said anything but his actions, especially at this moment were screaming his intentions. You couldn't resist that. Like gold being waved in front of a thief you wanted nothing more than for Kaz to just kiss you. You wanted to know the thoughts in his mind.

He didn't kiss you. Not right away at least. He rested his forehead on yours, the hand on your wrist sliding into your hand. You looked at him as he closed his eyes, swallowing hard. "I have spent most of my life just... surviving. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely a human. But... there is something that reminds me that I am alive." He said softly. You wanted to ask but you couldn't form words when Kaz was this close to you. "You make me feel more human than anything else... And I am grateful for that." He said softly. You smiled slightly, holding his hand on your cheek. "I love you Kaz Brekker. Heart and soul. Body and mind." You said to him.

He smiled. He actually smiled. Something that very rarely came from him appeared in front of you. And you caused such a beautiful thing to occur. He kissed you, finally breaking a dam that had been nearly bursting for almost a year now. You smiled against his lips, looking in his eyes. "What?" Kaz asked quietly.

"I love seeing you happy." You said softly. He kissed you again with that same sweet smile. "I love you Y/n." He said softly. "And I love you Kaz." You said softly. He loved seeing those eyes looking at him. Your gaze was something that made him feel powerful and he had it now.

"If I known you'd be this grateful for coffee, I would've bought you a damn coffeehouse." He said making you laugh.

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what would coffee do to them?

this is not a X reader but i have headcannons about this sooo~ here's what i think coffee would do to each twst character :) also i have no idea why but coffee makes me sleepy, so im not going to pull stuff like this outta nowhere-

Heartslabyul

Riddle- i think he's used to it cuz he studies a lot, so he probably needs to get more energy. So it would make sense that Riddle would drink coffee and gain more energy, nothing weird.

Trey- I don't think he's really into bitter tastes, but he doesn't mind them. So I don't think he'll drink coffee that much, it also probably doesn't do too much though. But what if when Trey drinks too much coffee he'd want to bake more?

Cater- Cater probably drinks coffee in the morning. Cater is a character I don't know too much about but with the small information I have on him doesn't really make me think of what coffee would do to him.. So my guess is that he gets more energy and like any normal person and after a while the energy leaves and he gets tired. Nothing special.

Ace- Ace doesn't seem like someone who would drink coffee often. Maaaybe to study? But not that often. At some point if he drank too much he would just pass out, and when I say too much it'll probably be 5 or 6 cups of coffee. One time Duece found him like that and freaked out so hard, he called Riddle and told him this and Riddle also kind of freaks out but seems calm and takes Ace to the nursery. Deuce makes sure Ace never gets to drink that much coffee ever again.

Deuce- We all know that Deuce studies a lot so he probably drinks a lot of coffee, and also I think he doesn't notice when it's the time Riddle set for everyone to sleep, so until Riddle notices that he isn't asleep he scolds him and then immediately feels concerned about the amount of coffee he's been drinking. The same thing will happen with Ace. Ace swears he's stopping Deuce from drinking that much coffee cuz "he's too loud when he studies!" but we all know that's not true..

Savanaclaw

Leona- This guy almost never drinks coffee only because he naps a lot. But I think he would drink coffee when he NEEDS to do something, so that's he's way of getting energy. But here's the thing, when he does drink coffee even though the caffeine works on him he still looks like he's half-asleep.

Ruggie- This guy knows how to do the best coffee you'll ever drink! But it'll cost you a lot.. He probably does drink coffee in the morning so he can get going throughout the day, this guy has many things to do. I also think that every few hours he would drink another coffee to keep going.

Jack- I don't think Jack drinks coffee, at least not often. Nothing special after drinking coffee as well. He's pretty normal about it.

Octavinelle

Azul- He likes he's coffee with milk, I like to think that the first time he heard of coffee on land (they probably have something like coffee under the sea) he wanted to try all types of coffee, just to fully understand what he likes, and what can sell better. He did not like black coffee.. Other than that he's nothing special as well.

Jade- He's the total opposite of Floyd. He becomes really really energetic. He tries to play it cool, like nothing has changed- but you can see that he has more energy. He's movements are way faster than what they are normally, you can see that he's eyes are looking around more often, and things like that.

Floyd- I think that because Floyd has a lot of energy depending on his mood the way to calm him down would be with drinking coffee. I know that caffeine should make a person more energetic, but with personal experience I feel like falling asleep. I think he would be like that too. The only effect other than sleepiness would be the energy in his veins, he's still sleepy though.

Scarabia

Kalim- Don't give this guy coffee- he'd get seriously energetic. If he already has energy on a normal day coffee makes him even more energetic.

Jamil- He's probably not someone who drinks coffee often. I just don't see him as a guy that drinks it regularly, but he definitely drinks it from time to time, just not super often. I think he has normal reactions to it, not too hyper but not like Floyd who'd fall asleep.

Pomefiore

Vil- He's more of a tea guy. He doesn't drink coffee often, but when he does it would probably be closer to things he needs to do during the late evening. Also a guy that doesn't have a weird reaction like some of these guys would.

Rook- Thinks all coffee is good. He enjoys the beauty of everything, coffee is no different. Doesn't have a preference, will drink any and every coffee. It does not work on him, I repeat. Coffee does not work on Rook. Not getting more energy and not getting sleepy. You'll see this guy downing a cup of coffee and see that nothing happens to him. He'll drink coffee just for the taste.

Epel- First thing in the morning he's doing is make a cup of coffee. Black too, he thinks it's manly. He probably doesn't need it though so after some time you can see that in class he looks more sleepy than a regular student should. Vil probably scolds him about it.

Ignihyde

Idia- He doesn't always drink it cuz he has his energy drinks but if he had to he would make a black coffee to get through the night, I think that at some point energy drinks aren't going to work properly on him so coffee is something he'll start getting used to.

Ortho- He's a robot, he doesn't need coffee. And when he was a child and alive I don't think he would've tried it or something- that's it really.

Diasomnia

Malleus- I don't know if he would be into coffee or not, but I think that the first time he did try it his pupils would get bigger? I know our pupils get bigger because of light and stuff- but Malleus isn't human, so maybe some of the energy he got from the caffeine would make his eyes try to focus more on his surroundings??? Even if he's pupils didn't get bigger, he's eyes would still try to focus around.

Lilia- I'm not sure if in cannon it is said that he drinks anything to keep him awake when gaming with Idia or not but I think that he doesn't need coffee during the night, I think it even takes him a while to fall asleep just cuz bats are night animals so it kinda makes sense that he's fully awake at night. I might be breaking canon or something since I don't know too much about him, so sorry if I did- I like to think that in the morning though he has to drink coffee or else he's not able to function throughout the day. (ik he's not a bat but he has similarities so it makes sense)

Silver- It doesn't work on him, He probably tried drinking coffee at some point in his life to get through the day without falling asleep, but it didn't work very well...20 minutes after drinking it he fell asleep. After that he made another coffee and it would repeat like that all day.

Sebek- He would drink coffee on days he feels like he needs to. I don't know much about this guy so I'm not sure of what else to say.. But he probably would drink coffee with milk, not too much milk though, and he probably brags on drinking it black and not actually his taste, but if he tried black coffee again you'll see him throwing it up cuz he probably doesn't like the taste. He's probably more loud and aggressive after drinking coffee though.

[call-me-copycat]

So we all know Aizawa is often/always tired

How much coffee do you think he drinks?

And do you think there was a time he drank to much? And if yes how would you think it went?

I love your blog some much btw :3

Hmm, he seems like the type of guy who's pretty much always pulling all nighters, so I'd say he'd probably have a mixture of things keeping him awake (coming from a dreadful point in time that I went through with a specific college class >⁠.⁠<)

Coffee is definitely a big one that many use to stay awake so I'm positive he drinks a good amount. There's just 1 issue:

It's a natural laxative.

So I don't think he'd drink too much per say (he's a pro hero and teacher! He doesn't have time to be in the bathroom all day lol), but that being said I can't not see him having at least 1 desperate day and drinking too much, only to have stomach pains all day (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

(It's also an addictive substance, and I doubt the last thing he'd want is an addiction)

He'd most likely drink more water if anything, I've noticed that in terms of long-term sleepiness that water is a surefire way to wake you up. Whenever I'd get sleepy in class I'd reach for my water bottle, it wakes you for a second, but being dehydrated will make you superrrr sleepy so I can see him constantly drinking water in some way so to avoid that dilemma

When you get tired, you get desperate to stay awake. Especially if there are a lot of people depending on you, like Aizawa. This all comes from personal experiences by the way

Most likely has all of his screens brightness all the way up, if it's too dark his eyes will cross. I have bad dry eye as well, and if I stare at a screen for too long then my eyes will refuse to focus

He's very lucky to have his job, it has many ways to keep him awake: Plenty of sunlight, lots of noise, constant movement is needed, anger keeps you awake and he has plenty of that, and I'm going to assume those jelly packets have protein in them, something also good for keeping you awake. He's very lucky!

I think general anxiety and constant boughts of adrenaline help keep him awake too - there are too many risks every single day as a pro hero and teacher, and he has to stay extremely vigilant because there are many lives depending on him. (I wonder if he crashes hard at the end of the day)

He has to get yelled at by his doctors about the constant stress on his heart. It's pretty much set in stone. All the adrenaline, anxiety, caffeine and lack of sleep will strain his heart deeply

I've been fretted over by doctors because my anxiety keeps me in constant fight or flight, and they said that since my heart is constantly beating too fast then that'll increase my chances of cardiac arrest. It's also why I have chronic fatigue.

That's why I believe this man is constantly tired. Continuously pushing himself and his heart has to be absolutely draining. He needs a break! (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)

That being said, he simply has to have an iron will to stay awake. That scarf of his may not be the most comfortable (it's heavy metal plus most likely very dirty and gross), but his black jumpsuit and the ability to hide the lower half of his face seems like it'd make it even harder to stay awake, as compared to say Present Mic's outfit. It seems like it'd be harder to fall victim to sleepiness in a leather outfit studded in spikes (⁠ꏿ⁠﹏⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠)

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This ask was very fun to answer! I love thinking of all the little details like these, so thanks for stopping by! (´∇｀) And I'm very happy you like my blog! I like yours too ^⁠_⁠^

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Tiny ficlet/or hc’s/ or whatever your heart feels

Ratchet befriends a local coffee shop owner (afab) when the owner swung through the hospital June works at to give the night shift nurses free caffeine on the house has a treat. June was letting Ratchet shadow her in holoform on her shift after Ratchet asked to learn more medical info for humans in case the teams human partners ever need med attention. Maybe light banter/ how relationship develops either romantically or just has friends / Mr- caffeine-is-bad-for-you-Ratchet vs up-all-night-barista-jugging-coffee-by-the-gallon

Uuu, I like this idea. I felt like HCs was the best fit for this. I felt like a scenario would get way too long for me, and it would also take forever to write, so HCs it is. Also I don’t drink any kind of coffee, so forgive my ignorance on that front. I tagged this as humanformers, since it’s holoform stuff

•He’s never been one for coffee, but he decided to try it out one late evening

•Your coffee shop is open really late, and after he tasted the coffee in the hospital break room, he wasn’t very optimistic that it was going to be any good either

•There were a lot of options and he had a hard time deciding, so he asked you what you would recommend

•You asked him what he liked and he confessed he hadn’t really drank much coffee before

•There aren’t really any other customers around, and you think he’s kinda cute, so you offer to let him sample a couple of things, and if he doesn’t like them, you can just drink them yourself

•You make him a latte and an americano and let him taste some of both

•He decides he likes the americano more and orders a cup to go

•You chat with him while making the drink, and he finds that you’re very nice to talk to

•Ratchet talks with you about some stuff, and before he knows it, his break is over, and he’s already late with getting back to June

•He thinks his coffee runs might turn into a habit whenever he’s at the hospital

•You hope to see him again soon, and he does come by every now and then

•You hadn’t been able to do it for a while, but you decide to take coffee to the nurses that you’re friendly with, and you’re hoping to see Ratchet too

•You close up shop and carry as much coffee to the closest nurse’s station as you can

•The nurses are all very happy to see you and a lot of them joke about how much better your coffee is compared to what they have in the break room

•Ratchet also happens to be there that night, and he’s happy to see you, which he doesn’t really make known, he just greets you kindly and the two of you start talking while he sips his coffee

•Ratchet still doesn’t exactly like coffee, but he noticed it helps keep him awake, and it’s a good excuse to come see you

•He starts to come by the coffee shop more and more, and eventually you ask him out by writing it on the cup

•Ratchet almost doesn’t notice the little text on the cup, and he throws it away, but as it’s going into the trash, he notices you wrote something on it, and he gets it out of the trash can to check

•He’s glad he did, because you wrote your phone number and a “wanna go out?” on it

•You notice him digging the cup out of the trash can, and chuckle to yourself

•Ratchet sends you a message like ten minutes later

•”Yes, I would like to go out with you” it says

•You’re all smiles for the rest of the day and to be honest, he can feel himself smiling a lot too, especially after you ask him “Where would you like to go?”

•You set up a date and as it draws nearer, Ratchet finds himself getting increasingly nervous

•He doesn’t really know how he ended up in this situation, but now he’s going out with a human, and he’s very happy with you

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Playing Pretend (Part 7)

Roy finally says his feelings out loud.

Roy Kent x Reader

1.7k words

Warnings: Language, mentions of drunkenness, more pining Roy, threats of violence between romantic rivals, some angst

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Roy wasn’t in bed when you woke up the next morning. You sat up slowly, still feeling a bit groggy, and listened carefully for any sounds from the bathroom. Nope, he wasn’t there either. Wondering where he’d gotten to, you grabbed your phone. Just as you were typing a text to ask where he’d gone, the door opened, and Roy entered, holding a mug in his hands.

“You’re up,” he greeted, crossing the room. He sat on the bed and handed you the mug. “Went and grabbed you some coffee. They’ve got breakfast all set up in the library. But I figured you’d need this before you even fucking think about getting out of bed.”

Taking a sip of the coffee- prepared exactly the way you liked it- you nodded. “Thanks, Roy.” You paused, concentrating your gaze on the mug in your hands. “I wasn’t too embarrassing last night, was I?” you whispered in a tiny voice.

Roy’s heart sank a little. You didn’t remember a damn thing. “No, not at all.” He shoved you playfully. “You just gave a strip tease in front of the whole drawing room is all.”

A relieved smile broke out across your face. “Oh, is that all?” you taunted back.

The expression on Roy’s face was hard to read for a flash of a second before that teasing smirk appeared again. “You really think I’d ever let you embarrass yourself?”

“Never,” you chuckled, taking another sip of coffee.

The two of you sat in an almost comfortable silence as you drank your coffee, with Roy pretending that his chest wasn’t tightening with every glance the two of you shared. Some stupid part of him had hoped you’d remember the night before, that you’d nervously giggle and ask if the two of you could pick up where you’d left off and he could finally admit how badly he wanted to.

But you didn’t. Instead, you silently dwelled on this vague memory you had of Roy’s lips heatedly crashing into yours, wondering when in the night you’d kissed him so intensely. You figured it must have been in the drawing room, in front of everyone. A bit insufferable, but not completely humiliating, not for two people supposedly in love.

So why did you feel like you wanted to fall into a black hole every time your eyes met Roy’s?

“Right. Guess I’ll go annoy your father or Paul then,” Roy joked, offering you a small smile as the two of you parted ways in the hallway, your sweats contrasting with his wedding-ready outfit: black suit and tie.

~

Once you were properly caffeinated, you quickly showered and threw on some sweats, explaining to Roy that you’d be heading to one of the larger rooms to get ready with your sisters and the other bridesmaids.

You did your very best not to let your eyes be too obvious as they trailed up and down his handsome figure, but the blush that appeared on his cheeks told you that you’d failed. So, you offered what you hoped was a casual smile and gently touched his arm before carrying your dress and things to the room you would be getting ready in.

After watching your receding figure for much longer than necessary, Roy shook his head and made his way downstairs. He thought he knew what he was getting into by saying yes to this weekend. He’d figured on getting his heart a little twisted with all the affection you’d be sharing, but he wasn’t counting on the events of the night before, of being so fucking close to having everything he’d ever wanted. And he definitely wasn’t counting on you forgetting all about it the morning after. But that was just his fucking luck, wasn’t it?

“Morning, Roy-o!” Paul approached with a smile, Jim next to him. Both men were in jeans; Roy figured they’d be getting ready closer to the ceremony. “Hey, we’ve got a couple last minute things to set up outside, care to help?”

Every instinct Roy had told him to say fuck no. Fuck Jim, and fuck his wedding, and fuck your sister for putting you through all this drama. But damn, he liked Paul. He was a nice guy, the kind of brother-in-law any fella would want. So, Roy found himself mumbling, “Sure, I guess” and following the men out to the garden.

Paul explained that some chairs still needed to be set up. “Huh, looks like someone brought last night’s party out here,” he joked, pointing at a broken bottle on the ground. The sight made Roy’s heart skip a beat, remembering how fucking close the two of you had been before it slipped out of your sloshed hands. “I’ll go grab a broom,” Paul announced, clapping Roy on the shoulder. “Don’t kill anyone,” he hissed with a wink before trotting back towards the house.

Roy grunted and set to work putting up the last of the chairs, wondering why the fuck these rich pricks hadn’t hired people for this; they were the type to play fucking polo and have a house like this and act all Downton Abbey, but they were fine with setting up their own chairs? Whatever.

“Big day,” Roy grumbled, making his first-ever attempt to be nice to Jim, figuring that could be his version of a wedding present. If nothing else, he could use the good karma. “Bet you’re excited.”

Jim narrowed his eyes at Roy. “Don’t bother playing nice, now that you’ve got the girl,” he spat as he set up a chair.

Roy rolled his eyes. “Christ, you’re still pissy about that? You’re about to marry her fucking sister, man. Besides, we never fucking had anything going on when you were dating. We’d known each other our whole lives. She’s best friends with my sister. We were friends. If you hadn’t fucking dumped her, we’d still be just friends. Not my fault you decided to end things like a fucking idiot.”

“Didn’t have much of a choice, did I?” Jim huffed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I was always going to be second choice to Roy fucking Kent.”

“Second choice?” Roy sputtered, feeling his face begin to burn with anger. “She chose you, you wanker. For three fucking years she chose you. And I got a fucking front row seat to it.”

Jim set aside the chair he was holding to step close to Roy, much too close considering Roy’s growing frustration. “You really think she’d have picked me if she knew you were an option? Roy fucking Kent? She only picked me because she didn’t know she could have you.”

Roy’s fists clenched at his sides. “So, is that what you’re doing to her sister now? Making her your second choice? Really fucking nice. Fucking class, Jim.”

“You’re one to talk,” Jim retorted. “As soon as you get bored of movie nights and garden parties and dinner with her parents, you’ll be right back to those fucking models of yours. Except this time, I won’t be around to be her fucking consolation prize.”

“You better fucking step back,” Roy warned, his growling voice low. “Because you and I both know Lauren will have a fit if she walks down the aisle and sees you with a black eye.”

“If you fight as well as you play football, that shouldn’t be a fucking problem,” Jim shot back, his own hands balling up.

Before Roy could do the one thing he knew would totally ruin the weekend, Paul came dashing over, broom in his hands and panic on his face.

“Hey fellas, how’re those chairs?” he asked, unable to disguise the apprehension in his voice as he stepped between the two fuming men. “Looks great, looks great.” He cleared his throat and shoved the broom into Jim’s hands. “Why don’t you get that glass, mate? Roy and I can finish here.”

Grumbling something about “fucking football prick”, Jim skulked to the other end of the garden, leaving Paul alone with a red-faced Roy Kent. Silently, they put up the rest of the chairs, ignoring Jim as he disappeared back into the house clutching the broom with white-knuckled fists.

“Fancy a walk?” Paul offered, giving Roy a gentle punch in the arm.

Roy’s grunt was all the “yes” Paul needed; the two men strolled in silence for a few minutes before Roy decided to open his mouth.

“Gotta tell you something,” he grumbled. “But you can’t tell anyone. Not even Jen.”

Paul grinned devilishly. “I don’t keep secrets from my wife, not even for Roy Kent.”

Roy raised his eyebrows. “You want pitch-side seats for the rest of the season?”

Paul thought for all of two seconds. “Right. Go on, then.”

“None of this is real,” Roy said slowly, keeping his voice low despite their isolation. “This fucking relationship. We’re not really together.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets and cleared his throat, avoiding Paul’s gaze. “She asked me to come and pretend to be her boyfriend. Can’t fucking blame her. Just imagine if she’d come here alone this weekend. How fucking humiliated she’d be, watching those twats rub their wedding in her face.” Roy’s throat felt dry. “I couldn’t let her go through that.”

Paul stared at Roy for a long moment, the wheels in his head turning. “Roy,” he finally said. “Can I be honest? Without you biting my head off?”

The grunt that came from deep in Roy’s throat told him to go on.

“Man, I have known you since you were what, nineteen?” Paul shook his head with a chuckle. “I’ve seen the way you act around her. You might not really be her boyfriend, but you’re definitely in love with her.”

Roy had never admitted it to anyone. It had taken him quite a while to admit it to himself. But now, he licked his lips and gave a shrug. “Suppose I am?”

That was enough of a confession for Paul. “Then you should fucking tell her.”

“That’s it? That’s your great fucking advice?” Roy stared at Paul like he’d grown a third arm, amazed that he’d come up with something so stupid and so simple.

Paul laughed, one of those knowing laughs that made Roy squirm. “When I knew I loved Jen, I told her right away. Didn’t want to let another day go by without her knowing how I felt.” He smiled at Roy, shaking his head. “You’ve been in love for the better part of a decade, mate. How many more days are you going to let pass you by?”

It was a good question. Roy felt like he’d already wasted so much time. How much longer would he make himself- and you- wait?

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can we get a scene with them on the battlefield? I just love when one character is just. in their element fighting and the other character is like "😳 wow"

Crushing Blows - requested by @faeriescorpio (aka my biggest supporter ((ilyyy)))

It was a frustrating day for the Sniper. He had drank his coffee too late in the morning so his hands still had the caffeine shakes and the buzz was making it hard to concentrate, the quiet, cluttering wiggle of his rifle proving it quite difficult to get a sufficient headshot. Every time he thought he'd had a clear shot, the mongrel would move or get blasted to high hell by someone else from his team. He found his frustration growing with every failed attempt, a low growl slipping past his lips when a strong enough wave of anger washed over him as a bullet whizzed past its target. He finally lowered his scope with a slow huff, irritation flowing out of the breath through his nose.  

Bugger this. He needed to relax. Clear his head. 

He adjusted his seating on the crate he had been perched on for the last hour or so, and cracked his back with a grunt and a sigh, loud lops cascading down his spine with two swift twists. Sniper reangled his scope to sweep his view, his attention catching on a certain speedster. He was tucked away in a hard-to-access corner, faced with the enemy heavy. Sniper felt a pang of pity for his partner, knowing the poor guy was going to get pummeled for sure, and he readied his aim to take out the behemoth.  

Sniper's eyes widened as the smaller figure ducked out of a spray of bullets with practiced ease. The runner smoothly pulled his bat from the bag on his back and winded it up, jumping and cracking it over the significantly taller man. Sniper could swear he could hear the "BONK!" reverberate across the battlefield. The marksman watched with awe as Scout shove-kicked the hefty gun right out of the heavy's arms with surprising strength, and Sniper felt his mouth dry as he realized just how much power Scout held in his legs.  

The heavy screamed in anger and swung his burly arms around, trying to swipe at the Bostonian, his eyes shrouded by the blood dripping from the huge split down his skull. Scout dodged them with a smirk, eyes glinting with opportunity as the right moment came and suddenly he was clambering onto and up the heavy. Sniper's blood ran cold as he noticed a pyro coming up from behind him, their flamethrower at the ready. Scout seemed to catch them out of the corner of their eye, though, and whipped out his Force-A-Nature, blasting the heavy's head clean off and using the knockback to launch himself into the air in a very impressive, if not ostentatious, backflip, just in time to avoid a swath of flames.  

Sniper's jaw fell to the floor as he watched Scout point his gun downwards towards the pyro as Scout flew directly overhead them, and shoot them dead on. Scout landed with a crouch as the pyro's body hit the ground before shooting back up with a bounce, shifting his weight on either leg as he dusted himself off with a smug grin. He then high-tailed it out of the corner to get back into the heat of battle, leaving the bodies to disappear off to respawn. Sniper swallowed with a click to his throat, the images of Scout's lithe figure jumping and swinging and flying and shooting bouncing off each other and around in his mind.  

Crickey. 

So much for clearing his head. 

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It was a particularly chaotic round, and Scout had keenly noticed that both snipers from either team were having some trouble staying holed up in their nests, being forced every few minutes to relocate as to not risk getting back-stabbed or blown to bits. He figured Sniper was still getting his usual shots in, but Scout knew the marksman struggled with being on the go and doing his job. He worked best in peace and quiet, not the overwhelming hubbub of battle. Scout was thriving, itching for a new victim as blurbs of red and blue and more red flew past to him, above him, in front of him. 

He had just finished providing a couple of brand-spanking new exit wounds to the BLU Demo when he saw Sniper whip around the corner next to him and lay flat against the wall. Scout turned around, a big goofy grin on his face, about to greet him cheerily when the gloved hand of the assassin shot out and grabbed Scout by the bag strap, hauling him behind the wall as well as a cascade of bullets shot through the spot where the runner was just seconds ago. They both breathed heavily, Scout from the close call and Sniper from the cardio he doesn't get enough of. Scout huffed in relief, slumping against the wall as the adrenaline of fighting gave way to exhaustion. He needed a sandwich or something, cause he was freaking beat. He spoke quietly, leaning into the other's space with a small smile and eyes hooded with fatigue. 

"Thanks, Mick." 

Sniper's eyes widened, cheeks flushing red before he scowled, pushing the other away with a hand over his cap, turning to the side to hide his blushing face. 

"Shut it, ya hooligan. An' no names on the clock." 

Scout huffed out a laugh through his nose, face being forcibly turned to the side at the other's push. 

"Ok, ok!" 

Sniper's head quickly snapped to Scout- wait...no, behind Scout, the sharpshooter's brows rising in surprise before furrowing, his curling lip showing off gritted teeth, and suddenly a searing pain was coursing through Scout's head as a blunt object was cracked over it. He fell forward, quickly flipping over as he cradled his swimming head, and he realized there was an enemy soldier behind him, shovel in hand and a satisfied grin on his face. He was about to turn and shout at Sniper to get away, but he watched in shock as Sniper's face darkened with determination, his hand coming up over his shoulder to slip his kukri out of its sheath. Scout tried scrambling up, but felt a wave of vertigo and pain argue him back into sitting down, forced to sit and watch. 

The soldier gruffly laughed, obviously seeing Sniper as no real threat, and his grip tightened on his shovel. Sniper growled and shot forward, but he didn’t slash with his kukri. Instead, his other hand sailed to the shovel. With a firm grip, he angled the butt of the shovel towards the Soldier's abdomen and shoved it forward with so much force the soldier choked on a gasp, heaving forward as he was sent backwards, landing hard in the dirt. Sniper quickly advanced, but the soldier was quicker to recover, stumbling back up into standing and swinging his shovel. Sniper blocked the incoming blow with his blade, and Scout watched with bug eyes as the sharp metal of his own weapon sliced into Sniper's left hand, blood steadily trailing down his arm as he grunted out a shout and overpowered the screaming war-fanatic, using the moment of vulnerability to slice a clean cut through his throat. The soldier gargled and choked on his blood, clutching at his wound to hold it closed, before he succumbed to it and hit the ground with a puff of dust. Sniper watched him fall, his chest visibly rising and falling with his gasping breaths. He turned around, crimson red still gathering at his fingertips and dripping into clumps onto the ground. The marksman crouched down, slipping his kukri back into its sheath before gingerly cupping the other's head with his now free right hand. 

"Y'alright there, mate? Ya just got clobbered somethin' fierce, how'sya head?" 

Scout just stared at him with wide eyes and mouth hanging open, absolutely flabbergasted by what he just saw. Since when was Sniper good with close-hand combat? He was a sniper for Christ's sake! 

"How the hell...how the hell did ya just do dat?" 

Sniper cocked a brow, turning back around to see the empty air of where the soldier's corpse lie moments before, before turning back and gesturing with a thumb. 

"Wot, that?" 

"Yes, dat! You were freakin' awesome back dere, what the hell?" 

Sniper barked out a laugh, finding the shocked look on the other's face fairly entertaining. 

"'Roo, I used ta wrangle crocs back in Oz. Ya reckon I can't 'andle a mad bloke with a shovel? Please, I could do that with me eyes closed." 

Scout scoff-laughed, obviously impressed. 

"Well, jeez man. You should show me whatcha got more often, cause dat was...dat was freakin' crazy. And hot. Real hot." 

Sniper's amused look changed to an abashed scowl, pushing the other away again, only this time he accidentally smeared his own blood all over the runner's face. 

"Ew, what the hell, man!" 

"Oh, buggah! Di'nt mean that...we should prolly find Medic." 

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"Espresso My Love For You || JOEL MILLER

PAIRING: Joel Miller x wife!reader (non-outbreak au)

SYNOPSIS: Joel loves coffee, but you love an early morning cup with him even more

WARNINGS: none! just a really bad pun :P

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

Joel had an addiction—a caffeine addiction, that is. You, personally, liked coffee just as much as the next person, but Joel drank enough caffeine in a day to power ten people for a whole week.  When your coffee maker broke, it confused you when he shrugged it off like it was no big deal. Though it was extremely unlikely, you thought that maybe he had finally given up coffee–until he began to willingly get up extra early before work just so he could make it to the nearest coffee shop for his fix and beat the morning rush. This meant that you were woken up at an ungodly hour in the morning because Joel had no sense in keeping quiet as he got ready for work. You didn’t mind it during the first three days, but after three weeks? Yeah, you missed your undisturbed sleep. 

Not only that, but the weekends were the only mornings that you were able to enjoy a quiet hour or two on the front porch with Joel and sip a cup of coffee because of his crazy work schedule. With the coffee maker broken, he took it upon himself to get up early and go out and buy two coffees and bring them back home to enjoy with you. But he had to admit, getting dressed to go out and buy the coffee wasn’t the same as drinking it freshly made and in the comfort of his own sweatpants.

Knowing that Joel hasn't had much time lately to go and look for a new one, you take the liberty to do it for him. After much research and price-matching at different home appliance stores, you’d finally settled on a suitable coffee maker to surprise Joel with. Though it was a bit pricey, you didn’t really care in the end because the man deserved to be spoiled every once in a while. After all, he was always the one to come home randomly with a bouquet of flowers simply because they were your favorite color. 

Setting it up on your kitchen counter was the hard part. Not only because it was barely four in the morning when you were trying to put it together so Joel would wake up to a new coffee maker, but because this one was far ahead of its time. The old one was over ten years old and all it required you to do was plug it into the wall, press a single button, and call it a day. This one though? It came with more features than you knew what to do with. But by the time you finished, the shiny, robotic-looking machine sat on your counter like it belonged there the whole time. 

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The sun had barely begun to peek out over the horizon on a Saturday morning when Joel stirred awake. He grew confused when his arm couldn’t find you in the bed, and became nervous when his ears heard commotion coming from the kitchen. But when he heard your voice quietly humming, he knew you were up to something. It was strange and quite suspicious, if he was being honest with himself. Maybe the real you was being held hostage and you were replaced by a clone who enjoyed early mornings. That scenario was more probable than you willingly waking up on your own before the sun was out. When Joel brushed his teeth, he swore he could smell fresh coffee lingering in the house. Maybe you’d gone and bought a cup, he thought. But as he made his way down the hallway and into the kitchen, there was no denying that strong scent. 

“Surprise!” You shouted, a bright smile on your face, despite the early hour. As you moved to the side, Joel could see the source of the heavenly smell. The coffee maker was definitely fancier than what he was used to, and it looked expensive, but excitement overcame his money-saving thoughts because he’d finally be able to drink a homemade cup of coffee again.

“Did you set this up all by yourself?” He questioned, amazed that you managed to keep it a secret. 

You nod, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard. “Aren’t you proud? I almost quit too, and was gonna have you help me when you woke up, but I managed. Wanted to surprise you.”

“I-I can’t believe this, I–” his mouth curls into a smile as he admires the machine before him.  

“And I know you were loving that extra caffeine boost from the shop you were going to every morning, so look,” your voice is giddy with excitement as you hand him the instruction manual. “I got one that doubled as a coffee maker and espresso machine, you know, for those days you need something a little stronger.” You search his eyes for any sign of approval, “So, what do you think?”

He’s still totally mesmerized by all the buttons and levers as he continues to read the manual, determined to get to know the machine as well as he knew you. But Joel’s brown eyes are soft and wide like those of a child when he smiles at you. “I think that you’re the only woman in the world who gets me.” 

His words of approval make butterflies float in your stomach, and the smile on his face is enough for you. You pour Joel’s mug first, noticing his eagerness to try it out. Joel groaned as the smell of dark roasted coffee filled his nostrils when he took the first sip. “Darlin’, you are an absolute angel.” 

“You still talking to me or are you talking to the coffee?” You questioned playfully.

Joel tilted his head to the side, pretending to think. “Mmm, you’re a close second.” 

You gasp as you pour creamer and heaps of sugar into your mug, but Joel chuckles and places a kiss on your head. Tasting it, you realize it needs just a bit more sugar and add a couple more spoonfuls. 

“Jesus, darlin’, you want some coffee with your sugar?” Joel teases, as he opens the front door for you. 

“Joel, baby, some of us don’t like the taste of pure jet fuel, okay?” 

Joel chuckled as he took his seat next to you on the porch where you rocked slowly in the chair he’d made for you a few years back. He let out a sigh of content, and you knew you’d done good with the surprise. Your mind wandered, and the thoughts that coursed through your head–well, one in particular–made you grin. 

Joel caught it from the corner of his eye, automatically assuming that you were up to no good. He chuckled nervously, “What’re you thinkin’ about?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” you say as nonchalantly as you can, trying to play it off cool. “But I guess you could say I really know how to ‘espresso’ my love for you, huh?” 

Joel lowered his head, and shook it, trying to contain his laughter. “That was so goddamn terrible.” 

But your wide grin was his weakness as he looked over at you and he erupted into laughter. You joined in with him, laughing to the point that your stomach began to ache. Joel loved the way you laughed heartily at your own joke, and your laugh itself was like music to his ears; only, to him, you were the funny one and you were the one who kept him laughing all these years. 

The sun began to rise in the sky over the mountains, and you couldn’t take your eyes off the sight before you as the deep blues transformed into the most beautiful shades pink and orange. But right next to you, Joel was just as enchanted by you as you were by the sky.

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a/n: thank you for putting up with domestic joel brain rot bc it has invaded my life!! 💕