#i am a hopeless romantic though 😔

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Hi lovie! Could you do a drabble of maybe Enzo? Where the reader is on the beach or something w a friend, and runs into a little kid that's lost. Reader decides to help the kid, and this ends up being a good idea for the reader- the kids brother is fine

Anyways I'm sorry if it doesn't make much sense, the idea started off as one of my (many) hopeless romantic delusions, and I'd love to see it written out, but my head refuses to come up with any more of the plot😔

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Summer Kisses

pairing - lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

warnings - fluff, reader has siblings and hair, not proofread

a/n - I loved this one so much I couldn't stop myself, sorry it ended up being a little longer, I just had to add some stuff 💕💕 also, I have one more drabble request to do but I probably won't get to it before next week because I'm celebrating my birthday this weekend 🫣 I'll get it done first thing next week though!

wordcount - 2k

You squinted against the glare of the sun as you walked along the sandy shore, your siblings scattered across their towels behind you, enjoying the warm day at the beach. The sound of crashing waves and children's laughter filled the air, the warm sand feeling soft beneath your feet. As you strolled along the water, your gaze caught sight of a small figure sitting alone, tears streaming down his face.

Approaching cautiously, you knelt beside the distraught child. "Hey there, what's wrong?" you asked gently.

The boy hiccupped, wiping his tears with sandy hands. "I-I can't find my parents or my brother," he whimpered. “I don’t know where I am.”

Your heart went out to him and you tried to put on your warmest smile, hoping it would help calm him down a little. "Why don’t I help you look for them? Don't worry, we'll find them together, okay?"

Taking his hand, you led him along the shoreline, scanning the area for any signs of his family. Time seemed to stretch as you searched, but just as panic about not finding them began to set in, you spotted someone fitting the boy’s descriptions running down the beach.

"Enzo!" the little boy called out at the same time you turned to point the person out, his voice tinged with relief as he dropped your hand.

Turning around, you found yourself face to face with who you assumed to be the older brother he had told you about. His brown eyes widened in surprise as he took in the scene before him and he quickly sped up to meet the little boy halfway.

“There you are! Where did you run off to?” the boy with the messy brown hair knelt down to check his little brother over before his eyes fell back onto you, still awkwardly standing and watching them.

“She helped me find you,” the little boy pointed back at you, wiping at the last of his tears. “I was so scared.”

"Thank you so much for helping him," he said, his voice smooth and warm like melted caramel. He ruffled through his brother’s hair, pulling him against his side before stretching out a hand towards you with a charming smile. “I’m Enzo, by the way.”

You suddenly self-conscious under his gaze, quickly wiping your hand on your shorts before taking his and stammering out your own name. "It was no problem, really."

Enzo smiled gratefully, his charm radiating effortlessly. "I owe you one. How about I treat you to some ice cream as a thank you?"

Your heart skipped a beat at the offer, your cheeks flushing even more. "I-I would like that," you mumbled, trying to regain your composure. You hadn’t been prepared to meet a boy this cute today, and you were painfully aware of the itchy sand clinging to your skin and the horrendous state your hair was most likely in. No, this was definitely not the time to embarrass yourself in front of him any further. “But my siblings are probably waiting for me.”

As you parted ways with Enzo and the boy, you couldn't help but mentally kick yourself for your awkwardness. Regrouping with your siblings, you replayed the encounter in your mind, cursing your inability to keep your cool around someone as captivating as Enzo. You didn’t know which was worse, the thought of him forgetting about you instantly, or the possibility of him keeping the image of you all flustered in his mind.

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Little did you anticipate that your evening was about to take an unexpected turn. After a leisurely dinner with your family, your siblings dragged you to the hotel bar, insisting on some nighttime fun. Despite your protests, you found yourself being swept along, the lively atmosphere of the bar pulling you in.

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed, the bar's host announced an impromptu karaoke session. Your siblings egged you on, pushing you towards the stage with mischievous grins. Reluctantly, you stepped onto the platform, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on you. Curse those damned drinks, you should have never agreed to this.

To your horror, the host then called for another volunteer, a partner for a duet. Before you could protest, your hand was grabbed and you were pulled towards the center of the stage. Your heart sank as you realized who had seized your hand, turning around to find the same warm brown eyes from the beach staring down at you.

Your cheeks burned as you stood beside him, the spotlight highlighting your discomfort. Enzo, however, seemed unfazed, his easy smile never faltering. With a reassuring look, he whispered, "We've got this."

You mentioned for him to choose a song, still trying to get your breathing back to normal from the shock of seeing him again. "How about this one?" he suggested, scrolling through the karaoke options until he settled on a familiar tune.

Your heart skipped a beat as the opening notes of "Material Girl" by Madonna filled the room. You couldn't believe your luck – or perhaps misfortune – as you he reached out to grab your hand again, laughing as he playfully twirled you under his arm.

Despite your initial shock, you couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. With a resigned shrug, you joined Enzo in the song, your voices blending surprisingly well as you sang.

As the chorus approached, Enzo threw himself into the performance, striking exaggerated poses and winking at the audience. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, the embarrassment of performing in front of a room of strangers already forgotten.

By the time the song ended, the crowd erupted into applause once again, cheering for the unexpected duo. As you stepped off the stage, you still felt the adrenaline coursing through your veins, the rush of performing with Enzo leaving you exhilarated.

But before you could catch your breath, Enzo had pulled you off stage, turning to you with a wide grin. Just as he was about to say something, your sisters swooped in, gushing about the cute guy you had just sung with. Their excited chatter filled the air as they bombarded you with questions, completely oblivious to your own swirling thoughts.

Your head swirled around, trying to sent him an apologetic smile, leaving him standing alone in the crowd. As you got dragged away to get another round of drinks, you couldn't help but feel a pang of regret at missing the chance to talk to Enzo further. Deep down, you hoped that this wasn't the last you would see of him.

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The next day, you had finally managed to get some time to yourself lounging in a quiet spot by the pool. Stretching out on a lounge chair, you closed your eyes, allowing the warmth of the sun to wash over you, hoping to relax and clear your mind.

However, your peaceful moment was interrupted by a sudden shadow looming over you. Startled, you opened your eyes to find Enzo standing there, a playful grin on his face.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, gesturing to the empty chair next to yours.

Your heart sped up at his unexpected appearance, but you managed to nod, trying to conceal the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "Sure, go ahead," you replied, sitting up and pushing your sunglasses up to rest on your hair.

Enzo settled into his chair lazily, turning onto his side and resting his head on his hand, facing you. He was looking just as charming as ever, eyes shining in the sun and his hair tousled adorably.

You found yourself relaxing in his presence, the initial awkwardness melting away as you chatted about everything from your favorite books to your shared love of music.

But as the conversation flowed, you couldn't shake the feeling of your siblings' eyes on you. Glancing over, you caught them sending you thumbs ups and miming kissing behind Enzo's back, causing you to stifle a laugh.

Despite their antics, you found yourself enjoying the moment, grateful for the chance to spend time with Enzo without the distractions of karaoke or crowded bars.

ੈ♡˳

The poolside was quiet now, the sun beginning its descent towards the horizon, casting a golden hue over the water. You had decided to take advantage of the peaceful atmosphere and indulge in a solitary swim.

As you glided through the water, your mind wandered, the events of the past few days replaying in your thoughts. You couldn't shake the memory of singing karaoke with Enzo, or the way your heart had fluttered every time he leaned closer as he shamelessly flirted with you just earlier that day.

Lost in thought, you didn't notice when the boy in question approached, his footsteps silent against the pool deck until he was standing at the edge of the water, a playful grin on his face.

"Might be a sign that we keep running into each other like this," he joked, dipping his toes into the water.

You chuckled at his comment, feeling a rush of warmth at his presence. "Seems like fate has its own plans," you replied, flashing him a playful smile.

Enzo mirrored your smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, who am I to argue with fate?" he quipped, wading further into the water until he was swimming beside you.

As the two of you swam side by side, the conversation flowed effortlessly, alternating between playful banter and moments of quiet reflection. You found yourself drawn to Enzo's easy charm and infectious laughter, each moment spent with him feeling like a breath of fresh air.

Eventually, you reached the edge of the pool, the water lapping gently against the tiles. But instead of parting ways, Enzo surprised you by reaching out and gently pressing you back against the wall of the pool, his hands on either side of you.

Your breath got caught in your throat at the sudden closeness. Enzo's eyes held a warmth and intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, his gaze roaming over your features as if committing every detail to memory.

"You know," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, "you're really something."

You couldn't help but blush at his words, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your body at the sincerity in his tone. "You're not so bad yourself," you replied, unable to suppress the smile tugging at your lips.

Enzo's smile widened at your response, his gaze never leaving yours. "I mean it," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're beautiful."

The words hung in the air between you, a tangible electricity crackling between your bodies. You felt your heart race in your chest, anticipation humming in the air as you waited for what would come next.

And then, in a move that took your breath away, Enzo leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "Is it okay if I kiss you?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the sound of your pounding heart.

You nodded, at a loss for words, the anticipation almost unbearable. With a soft smile, Enzo closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, tender kiss.

In that moment, everything else faded away, the world narrowing down to the feel of his lips against yours. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the sensation of his lips moving against yours, each touch sending a surge of electricity through your veins.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed, you found yourself gazing into Enzo's eyes, your cheeks aching from how wide you were smiling.

Enzo's smile was soft and tender as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your skin. "You're amazing.”

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❪⠀🪐. cappuccino⠀𓏔⠀lee know⠀❫

☆ customer!lee know x afab!reader ( i wanna be yours oneshots )⠀★⠀8.1k words

( i am extremely sorry for the delay of this one shot ♡ )

synopsys: after a bad run you are forced to look for a second job, and you end up covering the first shift at the campus café. every morning you find the same guy waiting for you to open, leaning on the wall, looking flawless, and it gets on your nerves. until one day you see him leaving the dance academy where you teach, getting on the same bus as you. warnings: in this one she's the barista, guys. a part from that, we have mentions of reader not having enough money, lee know with his misterious aura but being a literal sunshine, also he's insecure :(( unusual hopeless romantic minho too, he's a softie (and whipped) reader's insecure too 😔 mentions of overworking and skipping meals. minho saves the day!! let me know if i missed something.

If life as a college student was hard, life as a broke college student in a country completely different from your own was pure hell. You had never let it get to you when you said your dream was to make it as a choreographer in Seoul and everyone laughed in your face, so you certainly weren't going to let anything stand in your way now that you had gotten a chance at Seoul's famous arts university, JYPU. The plane ride had been a challenge, because you kept wondering if you were really doing the right thing, but when you landed and saw you had messages of encouragement from your sister and the few friends you had left in your hometown, their words had filled you with determination.

A couple of years had passed since that moment, and perhaps the circumstances were still not the best, but you were still determined to achieve everything you set your mind to. The language barrier had not been a big problem, because you had learned some Korean while you were in high school, but it had only helped you to find that tiny room you were living in and get hired at the dance studio a couple of blocks away from the faculty. You were earning enough to pay for food, rent, and the materials you needed for class. But when understanding your classmates became a little more complicated, when the language used in the lectures became more technical, you had to pay a personal teacher to help you improve your Korean. And since you didn't have enough money, you were forced to fit a second job into your busy schedule, getting a little bit of extra money to live slightly more comfortably.

A friend of a friend from the Music Production department had recommended you to the owner of the most famous café on campus, and after hearing your story, he had hired you right away. This Chris guy had been very nice, and had taken an interest in your schedule to find the shifts that suited you best, even waiting for you after one of your classes to have lunch with you and talk about everything in peace and quiet. You had never met a boss so concerned about his employees, and he made it much easier to have to get up before dawn to be the one to open the café, because he always left you some candy hidden in your apron pockets or a note encouraging you to start the day with a smile.

However, the first time you had covered the morning shift, the 5.30 am shift, there was a guy waiting at the door. You had arrived, exhausted as you were every day, the laptop and your college books weighing like heavy bricks in the backpack on your shoulders, along with the sports clothes you wore for the afternoon classes. Chris had told you to be there at the normal time and he would show up to explain some of the details and give you the keys. After all, it was your first day. But instead there was a tall, slim guy leaning against the metal grille, his slightly long bangs covering his eyes, though that didn't stop him from scrolling lazily on his phone, headphones hanging around his neck, and looking flawlessly put together. Certainly not how someone should look on any given day at 5:30 in the morning.

You flashed a shy smile as you reached his level and he lifted his head to find out who you were, his sharp cat-like eyes sparkling from the reflection of the light on his phone screen, and you grabbed your own in a hurry to send a message to the cafe owner.

You 5.32am Hi, Chris I already arrived, where are you?

Chris 5.32am Hi, sorry Still in the subway Like... 2 minutes away

You 5.33am Yeah, no worries It's just There's this guy...

Chris 5.34am OMG wait Dark aura, looks like a cat and gave you a dirty look when you showed up?

You 5.35am Yeah, quite accurate

Chris 5.35am Oh, that's Minho Don't mind him, he's inoffensive Most of the time He's there for his morning coffee

You 5.36am Okay, then See you!!

Chris 5.36am 👍🏼

And then he showed up, out of breath, in a hurry, around the street corner, phone still in his hand, unblocked. You smiled unconsciously, trying to ignore Minho's gaze weighing on you while Chris approached, flashing his dimples as he stopped in front of you to catch his breath, breathing some kind of greeting that you responded to with a nod. He pulled out a dinosaur-shaped keychain, a very adorable doodle version, and bent down to unlock the metal grille, pull it up ーgiving a little jump to get it all the way upー and unlatch the lock on the door. Minho hadn't bothered to greet him, you guessed it was a common thing between them, and he didn't look up from his phone screen either, a bored gesture plastered on his face. You followed Chris as he entered the café, leaving your backpack on the counter, and standing awkardly in the middle as he went to switch on the electrical panel.

"Get his coffee ready while I finish up in here," he instructed you, stepping into what you thought was the kitchen, "I'll be right out to help you."

You nodded, grabbing the apron from the rack that already had your name on it, and stood behind the counter, Minho having rested his forearms on the surface, again with the phone in his hands. If he was reading some article or playing some online game it must have been interesting, because except for the few furtive glances he had given you, his eyes had been glued to the screen the whole time. Clearing your throat, making just enough noise to get his attention, you flashed your best customer service smile, "What'll you have?"

"Cappuccino" he mumbled, sitting up and stretching absently, "grande, to go".

You made a small affirmative noise, turning on the coffee machine, and picked up the cup in the size he had asked for, with its respective lid.

"Chris, where's the milk?" you asked, walking into the kitchen, stifling a laugh when you caught him wrestling with the flour, staining his dark blue t-shirt white.

"'Storage room'" he muttered, his ears taking on a reddish hue, "If there isn't any under the counter, Jisung must have forgotten to restock it last night."

You hurried into the kitchen supply room, after grabbing a scoop of coffee powder and put it in the machine to make some espresso, and came out with two packs of milk, setting them down on the floor to place them as soon as Minho left, but grabbing one of the bottles to make the steamed milk and creamer.

It wasn't your first time working as a barista, and not in the hostelry industry either, so really the only thing you had to get used to was the café distribution. Luckily, Chris seemed like a pretty neat guy, so you didn't think it was going to be much of a problem. You set about pouring the milk into the necessary containers to heat it to your liking and get the effect you were looking for, as the coffee dripped into the cup you were using to measure the amount, the chestnut-colored liquid falling, first in drops and then in a small stream of caffeine, flooding the white porcelain.

You mixed it on the counter, in front of Minho, so he could see how you did it, although you hadn't seen him look up from his phone at any moment. Actually, he had been watching you. He always did 一observing his surroundings, that is一, but with you his eyes flashed with curiosity. Chris was known for rescuing stray souls in need of a job, a quality through which he had met most of his friends, and he wanted to find out why a girl like you would have caught his eye, or would need extra money. Usually JYP University students had wealthy parents, and if that wasn't the case, they had at least gotten a temporary job that allowed them to live comfortably. But you had arrived, with your worn converse and patched hoodie, your backpack full of safety pins and big dark shadows under your eyes, screaming to anyone who could see that you didn't quite belong there.

He had wanted to take care of you. It had crossed his mind for an instant to give you a friendly smile, to introduce himself, to ask you about you; he had felt the need to approach you and engage you in a conversation that would allow him to get to know you better. Because as soon as he laid his eyes on you, he knew that despite being two strangers, you were going to be the one who, only with the sweetness of your voice and the kindness of your gaze, would break through all that was and what was remaining of him once you left him, would turn his unleashed fire into a warm hearth. But he wasn't good with words, and you had rushed to grab your phone to busy yourself, watching his chance fade before he could even realize it. It had bothered him how comfortable you seemed to feel with Chris, even though he knew his friend had that effect on people, and how you'd smiled when you'd seen him show up, like he was saving you from someone 一from him.

But at the same time, he had struggled not to curl his lips as he realized how strange you felt in the situation you were in, standing at the entrance of the café, as if waiting for instructions. It wasn't that you were a contradiction, but that you caused him too many dilemmas. Like having to repress that electricity that ran through him the only time you looked into his eyes, when you looked up to check how much his coffee cost and he already had the money in his hand. He had tried not to brush his hand against yours, dropping the coins onto your palm at full speed and picking up his cup, leaving the place, with you still on his mind. He couldn't concentrate in class that day.

Unfortunately, you had no other choice but to focus. The scholarship you had been given depended on your grades, thanks to which you had obtained a place at the university. If you dropped below your grade point average, they would take it away from you, and that was something you couldn't allow. But some thoughts had slipped in your mind about the boy you had met that morning, remembering the shape of his eyes, sharp and rounded at the same time, and his slender figure. You had allowed yourself to smile at the memory of him, even as you hurried to stuff your backpack and boots into the locker at the academy where you worked, your jeans exchanged for a leotard and the most comfortable sweats you had, always arriving a couple of minutes earlier than required so you could get ready.

But even if you wanted to stop thinking about him you couldn't, because soon what you had considered an isolated event became a habit that every day was harder to break. The next morning, after barely five hours of sleep, you got up again, crawling as best you could to the outside of your cramped room, your body trying to feed on the freshness that the shower had left on your skin, your heavy backpack digging into your shoulders. And when you managed to reach the café, the keys tightly clutched in your fist, he was there, again, his long figure leaning against the grille, again, and his gaze fixed on his phone, again.

When he heard you, your stifled pants revealing your presence, he sought your eyes, separating himself from the wall so that you could open. You bent down, sitting back on your heels, to undo the lock on the grille, and accompanied it with your hand as you stood up again, mimicking the hop you'd seen Chris take the day before to get it all the way up. Unfortunately, it only got halfway up, and you felt your cheeks redden with embarrassment, fearing that Minho had seen it. Still you pretended nothing had happened, trying to straighten your shoulders under the weight of the backpack, unlocked the door, leaving it open behind you, and stepped inside.

You repeated the steps that Chris had indicated to you the previous morning, going directly to the electric panel to turn on the power, and then you entered the kitchen, crossing it until you reached the room reserved for the staff, leaving your backpack on one of the chairs, and taking the apron that had your name on it before leaving. You hung it around your neck as you undid your steps, and by the time you got behind the counter Minho was already pinning his catlike gaze on you.

"Grande cappuccino to go?" you asked, your fingers tapping on the surface like a piano in a nervous gesture that Minho found adorable.

He merely nodded, averting his gaze to his phone screen, as if he had somewhere more important or urgent to be and was checking the time to make sure he had enough minutes left to get there. It was a somewhat pretentious gesture on his part, without stopping to think whether it would make you feel better or worse, but he couldn't help it. He was torn between absorbing every detail you could offer him, and trying to delay the moment when you would reject him, when his feelings would be too obvious to be denied. And even if he had mentally chosen the second option, he let his gaze follow you as he performed a graceful dance with the sole purpose of making his coffee.

He had noticed a difference from when Chris made it to when you had made it. Minho didn't know if it was your expert hand or some ingredient you had used to make it, but it tasted slightly sweeter. And since he had tasted it he hadn't been able to stop thinking about what your lips would taste like, if he got to kiss them someday. Minho kept telling himself that it was a silly crush, that the butterflies he felt in his stomach when you handed him his glass were the effect of hunger, of thirst, of any excuse he could think of but the ghost of the feel of your skin on his. Or maybe you were a witch, and had used his cappuccino as a love potion.

However, it didn't matter anymore. If you had wanted to have him trapped in your web, he wasn't going to be the one crying out for help to be rescued. Not when he felt his heart falling off a cliff every time you looked at him, adrenaline racing his pulse, not knowing for sure when it would stop. At least until he handed you the money, turned around and walked out of the café, the bite of the cold winter air bringing him back to reality, leaving behind the pleasant warmth of the place, and also of your smile, which he could still feel in the palm of his hand thanks to the coffee you had made for him.

And meanwhile you watched him walk away, the coins still in your hand, until there was no trace of him left. Then you sighed, coming out of that strange daydream in which you were interacting ーif you could call what you were doing thatー and put the money away, leaving the apron on the counter and taking a chair. Your problem wasn't being short, it was not knowing how to jump high, you decided, as you leaned the chair against the street and looked up, more than willing to climb the grille to the same height Chris had left it the day before.

To your surprise, it was in place, even though you knew perfectly well that you had left it halfway up only five minutes earlier. You shrugged your shoulders and went back inside, leaving your chair in place and hurriedly putting on a black shirt before tying on your apron and starting your day.

The next morning, you went to work with your heart in a fist, expecting to see him leaning against the grille, letting out a small sigh of relief when you saw that he was. You hid the smile that struggled to appear on your lips, and frowned as you looked at him, refusing to let the mere presence of a stranger affect your mood that way.

This time, Minho greeted you with a quick glance and a small nod, a display that made you blush, hiding your reddish cheeks from him as you bent down to lift the grille. You figured that this routine between the two of you would be repeated quite often, since you weren't planning to quit your job and he was going to need his coffee every morning, so you decided to put all your effort into maintaining a cordial relationship with him.

You soon realized that he was the type of person who also got up early on weekends, since you still had to cover your shift and he was still at his usual 5:30 am spot. You had no idea what he was studying ーor even if his major that was the reason he was getting up so early. And it wasn't like you were going to ask Chris either, you didn't know him well enough to figure out if he would tell Minho or not.

In fact, he kept making stupid excuses for why he had to go to your unofficial morning appointments. He told himself you wouldn't have anyone to climb the grille for you. What if the lock on the door got stuck and you couldn't get in? His coffee addiction had nothing to do with it, although he would probably develop one just from drinking so much cappuccino, and if he didn't feel like getting up one day, just the thought of knowing that he would be able to see you before going to class made him wake up instantly.

And somehow he ended up going on the weekends as well. The first Saturday just to see if you were also working those mornings, stuttering his order when he saw that you had already opened and he hadn't been there, but after taking the first sip from his cup he had to sit for a long time on one of the benches in the nearest park, feeling sick at the fixation he had developed with you.

Could he consider it a crush when he tried to look for you with his eyes every time he leaned to wait for you, pretending to use his phone? When he walked through the corridors of his college and thought he recognized your beautiful hair in the crowd, only to end up being a random girl? When his heart stopped for a few moments as soon as he entered the café that morning just because he heard you laugh? 

That Sunday he was on the verge of not going. But every minute that passed and it got closer to the time to open the café, his anxiety increased, so he dressed in the first shorts he could find and a shirt he had lying on his bed and decided to go for a run. He wasn't a big fan of doing sports, but he liked the feeling that flooded his body once he finished, exhausted, knowing that it had been worth it. He had jogged towards 5STAR, towards you, ready to drink his morning coffee.

Until that moment the only thing that kept him from murdering anyone who bothered him as soon as he woke up had been the caffeine shot, but he had lately been smiling only thanks to you for a week, and it was much healthier that caffeine. That Sunday you had looked at him, surprise on your face, probably because he had changed his normal outfit for a slightly more revealing one, and you had had to clear your throat before asking if he would have a cappuccino. He had smiled shyly and asked for a pastry to go with his coffee, since he wasn't willing to go running on an empty stomach, and had waited as long as it took while you put the first batch of croissants in the oven.

He had pretended not to notice, too, when you stole glances at him from the kitchen, blushing when he couldn't help himself anymore and made eye contact with you. After all those days he still wondered why you kept asking him if his order was still a cappuccino, when his answer had always been yes, but he would never dare to find out, because hearing your sweet voice was a hell of a lot better than all the alarms on his phone. What he didn't know was that you adored the look on his face, his lips curving slightly and nodding adorably, and that you weren't willing to give that up either.

The mornings went on, each and every one of them with the same repressed interaction, and the same warm feeling in your chest as you said goodbye to each other until the next day, neither of you making the first move. You had grown accustomed to his presence, almost inherent in your morning routine, and he had learned to soften his attitude in front of you, but never without exchanging more than three words in a row.

The first time you said something different, a few weeks later, was when you mustered the courage you needed to thank him for raising the grille for you every morning. At first he had done it slyly, taking advantage of you coming into the kitchen to make a little jump and push it up. Then he hadn't cared if you saw it or not, realizing that if he wanted you to notice him he would have to be a little more obvious. And now he was doing it without any kind of embarrassment, waiting for you to pull it up more or less to your height to take the leap, in front of you.

"Thanks for helping me with the grille" you had whispered, pouring the milk into the glass, while the coffee was being made behind your back.

He had made a nonchalant gesture, as if it wasn't that important, or if he had done it for anyone, and he had seen you smile, embarrassed, but his ears had turned red.

That same day, taking advantage of meeting up at Han's apartment with the group of friends, he followed Chris into the kitchen when he offered to go get more beers and tried to ask some sly question about you. Chris was no fool, evidently, but he let Minho get the information he wanted. It was most adorable to see his gaze light up at the mere mention of your name, or how he drank in the words Chris whispered hurriedly about you, fearful that any of the others would walk unannounced into the kitchen and interrupt them.

You, on the other hand, had begun one of the most difficult periods of the term: when your exams were combined with the recitals of the girls you were teaching, limiting your time even more and drowning you in due dates, subjects to study and two jobs you couldn't afford to loose. You couldn't complain about how lucky you had been to find jobs that matched your preferences, but you did say, without hesitation, that the one at the café was much better than the one at the dance academy. Not only in something as obvious as the salary, but the conditions were nicer with Chris as the boss than with that man who had assumed that because you were a woman and beautiful you would surely be better at teaching ballet and dealing with the little girls.

That was what you had confessed to Han, since his shift was the one after yours, while you took advantage of the brief ten minutes he managed to save for you, arriving earlier than he should have, and you spent by having a coffee. He had nodded, giving you to understand that he was listening to you, while he stored all that information to be able to communicate it later to Minho. All the co-workers you had dealt with had been very nice to you, but Han was your favorite. He compensated for your introversion with witty and funny comments on his part, which made you burst out laughing and the mood relaxed. He always paid attention to everything you said - even if he had hidden intentions to do so - and you had several hobbies in common.

Besides, he was the only one who would talk to you about Minho without having to ask, and even if you pretended to be disinterested, he could see the way you nodded at his words, and your lips tried to avoid curling up at the silly anecdotes in which you were utterly oblivious to this different version of the gentle Minho who said good morning to you. He would brighten up your breakfasts, at least until you realized what time it was and rushed off to avoid missing your morning classes.

Because the classes were also demanding enough. It may not have been as difficult as a science degree, but the exams on music history and dance, along with all the physical sessions and dances you had to prepare for the end of the semester not only tired you mentally, but you would arrive home at night totally exhausted, with just enough energy to take a shower and go to bed. You would also skip a meal or two due to lack of time, resulting in quick snacking whenever you had a second. More than once your belly had growled in the morning, in front of Minho, and you had formulated a quick apology, without even turning around, too embarrassed.

They weren't the best conditions for a healthy life, even less if you were a teenager trying to survive, but it was the only - and best - thing you had. At least you had your mornings at 5STAR, with the opportunity to see Minho every day without fail, and the hours at the academy with your girls, who were immensely fond of you. Seeing their excited faces when you proposed to change the typical play based on the Nutcracker or Swan Lake for an invented version with all the Disney princesses made the two nights you had spent almost without sleep planning the story and the choreography worthwhile. That way everyone would have a starring role, and not just the one who got the main role, which was something you had missed in your childhood, so you were happy too.

One morning, however, when Minho came to your not-date, the café was already open. It wasn't that the fact itself was strange ーyou had sometimes arrived early because you hadn't been able to sleepー but that the grille was all the way up, and you always left it halfway up no matter what time you arrived. When he entered, the door bell ringing behind him, the one who came out to greet him was Changbin, another of his friends, who flashed a mischievous grin at his confused face.

"Looking for your girl?"

"YN is not my girl" he protested, slipping his phone into the pocket of his jeans.

"Ah, but you took it for granted I was talking about her" the boy replied, winking at him, starting to make his coffee.

Minho missed your sleepy voice as you murmured good morning to him, and the graceful way you moved behind the counter, in and out of the kitchen, gathering all the ingredients and utensils you needed to prepare his breakfast, which although varied in pastries, always consisted of a cappuccino. He pulled out his wallet, preparing the coins he always counted out before handing you over, and the movement caught Changbin's attention.

"So you're not going to ask?" he said, rephrasing, still with his back turned.

"You seem to be eager to tell me," he replied, rolling his eyes, "so go ahead."

"Oh, you're no fun" Changbin complained, his face contracting into an adorable pout.

"I didn't mean to be" Minho said, cracking a sarcastic smile.

"You know what, I'm sure you wouldn't have responded to her like that" he muttered, pouring the milk into the cup. "Anyways, I'm sure Han will text you as soon as he finds out, but Chan hyung convinced her to ask for a couple of days off."

"Chan hyung?" Minho couldn't help but frown, not understanding.

"Apparently, YN has been pushing herself more all month" Changbin explained, picking up a cup-sized cap, finishing his friend's order, "and you know how Chan hyung is when he sees someone overworking."

"He gets all protective" summed up the dancer, paying for the drink.

"Exactly" he stated, crossing his arms once Minho had his coffee in his hand, "and she must have been having a really hard time. I guess Chan hyung asked her about her schedule to find out which days would be better for her to rest, and yesterday he asked me if I could cover her shift."

And it had been that way. Just the day Chan had decided to stop by to see how you were doing, he had found you passed out on the kitchen floor. You had made him promise not to tell anyone, and he had sworn to keep his lips sealed, only if you let him make sure you were okay. He had woken up one of the other employees, and then had taken you to his house. You had been somewhat shocked by the seriousness with which he had taken it all, but you had let him do it, rambling about everything you had to do and how little time you had, while he prepared a very nutritious breakfast for you.

"You should quit that job at the academy" he had advised you, his gaze fixed on the chicken frying in the pan.

"I can't" you had protested, whining, "there's less than a week until the Christmas performance. I couldn't let the girls down like that."

"Are you willing to quit after that, though?"

"If I find a better job," you had supposed, shrugging, trying to avoid yawning.

"What if I offer you a double shift at a higher salary?" he had proposed, filling the plates with food and setting them in front of you, reaching for a clean set of chopsticks, "I can even switch you to the afternoon, so you'll get more sleep."

"That's very kind of you, Chris," you had murmured, "but I don't know if it would be a good idea. Or legal, at this rate. You're already paying me more than my fair share."

"You could find a roommate, then" he had continued, not giving up, "I know a guy who..."

"Thank you, really," you had tried again, feeling somewhat uncomfortable at his effusiveness, "but I'd rather sort it out myself."

Chan had looked down, blushing as he realized he had gone too far anyway, and had apologized, leaving you to eat in peace. You couldn't thank him enough for how much it had meant to you that he had accepted you into his house and fed you, but he had more surprises up his sleeve. He had told you that he was going to give you two days off, and also that he knew someone in your class who could get you the notes of what you would be taking that week in the main subjects, so that you could spend the next few days resting. Before saying goodbye, you had given him a big hug, almost crying, and you had returned to your little room, more than ready to faint from exhaustion.

But Minho didn't know that. For him it was the first time you had been absent, and the first notice that you were really that unwell. Not that he hadn't noticed the dark circles under your eyes, but you had always looked so cheerful in front of him in the mornings, with that bright smile that lit up the café when you saw him, that he hadn't realized the real gravity of the situation. And he blamed himself for it, for his lack of attention to detail, for having been so absorbed in his feelings that he hadn't realized your own reality.

That's why the next day he didn't go: it didn't make sense, since he knew you weren't going to be there. And in any case, he wasn't in the mood to get up so early. He didn't go to class either, his mind too absent-minded to attend to three straight hours of long, monotonous explanations. But he didn't miss his daily appointment at the dance academy, one of the few places where he could let himself go, it's physical exertion and music taking him away from all the buzz he had in his head. He would go to practice the dances he had to present in his subjects, but also to memorize choreographies he found on the internet or create his own from scratch.

The mere fact of putting the bottle of water and the change of clothes in his sports bag for later made a slight curve form on his lips, wishing that the subway would move at the speed of light so he could arrive as soon as possible, and nodding as a greeting to one of the owners of the place, who was always sitting at the reception desk, heading straight to the studio he had booked.

That evening Yewon was not in her usual place, but running back and forth, somewhat stressed, having exchanged her usual low heels for ballet slippers.

"Hello, Minho!" she greeted him, waving some papers with a hurried gesture. "You have studio C10, as usual, but I will have to change it tomorrow!"

"What's all the fuss about?" he asked, securing the strap of his bag over his shoulder in a nervous gesture.

"Two of our teachers couldn't make it today, and it was unexpected," she explained, not bothering to use the comfortable office chair to type something quick on the computer. "Jisoo took maternity leave after a little scare with the baby, to be at home and rest. But Jinyoung has finally quit."

"The one who wanted to set up his own academy?"

"That same one," she replied, trying to stifle a complicit laugh. "I'm covering his ballet classes, but I'm short of someone to take over Jisoo's hip hop classes. You wouldn't be willing to volunteer, would you?"

"With kids?" Minho tried not to let his panicked face show too much.

"Yes, but only today," she replied, letting out a melodic laugh. "You can wipe off that scary face, don't worry. My sister is in Jeju, sorting out some family issues, and she'll be back tomorrow. She'll take care of it until Jisoo and her baby are healthy and the happy mom can continue working."

"Huh" he knew he couldn't refuse, not when Yewon had always been so nice to him, even if he was late on one of the months' payments, always greeting him with a smile. But children made him panic. Those little humans who judged you without a filter, always bursting his eardrums with the screams they made, and so wild that they deliberately ignored any orders they received. He realized it sounded like he was describing real demons, but in his experience, it was totally justified. "Right."

Yewon clapped her hands in excitement and led him to one of the studios reserved for afternoon classes. They always put the children in the larger rooms, so they could run around freely. And if you were able to teach ballet for whole afternoons to children, surely it couldn't be too bad for him. After all, he was pretty good at hip hop, and he had a couple of easy choreographies he could teach.

Luckily, the group was small ーfour boys and three girlsー more than willing to learn, half of them with dreams of becoming idols, and all of them with wide eyes watching him dance for the first time. It wasn't the first time people had complimented him, but the fact that eight-year-olds were looking at him with such admiration made him die of embarrassment, and also made it seem much more real than any empty words they could ever give him.

When the time came to an end, he had gotten as much exercise as any other day, had laughed a lot more, and had not been alone, like the vast majority of his afternoons, though unfortunately he had not found a solution to your problem. Yewon left the ballet studio, sweating but smiling, waving goodbye to his students, thanking him again and again after Minho high-fived all his children. It was only after a quick shower that he knew what he should do.

The break had been wonderful for you. You had dedicated yourself to sleeping and eating, without worrying about anything but going to your ballet classes on time, and you were afraid that getting used to it would be easier than breathing. You kept telling yourself that what you were experiencing was a temporary hiatus for a couple of days, something Chris had managed to do but it wouldn't last forever, and that you should be grateful. Although you should also try to figure out what was going to be your life after that, because going on as you were was not an option.

But you were tired of looking for a job and the options getting worse. If the pay was perfect, the schedule was bad for you. If it fit with your classes, it wasn't worth it because it was too far away or the salary wasn't enough. You were definitely going to keep the job at the café, but you also wanted to keep the job at the academy. You were totally lost. Maybe you could stay the same for a couple of months, asking for fewer hours and saving a little more at home. Cut back on showers to the academy bathroom, and try to ration your meals. It could work.

After the established time had passed, you came back. And you were looking forward to it. You got up energized, grabbing a couple of pieces of fruit while you packed your stuff in your backpack, and even noticed it less heavy on the way to the café. When you arrived, you didn't see Minho in his usual place, but since it wasn't the first time either you shrugged your shoulders and opened the grille, leaving it halfway and going in, following the routine that by now, you knew by heart. You busied yourself with the trays of croissants and brownies that some co-worker called Felix was leaving ready on his shift for the next day, waiting for Minho to arrive. You had the milk ready, the coffee powder already in the machine. All you needed was for him to show up to press the button and serve it to him.

Only he didn't show up.

It was the sound of the grille going up that made your heart race, and you left the staff room totally hopeful. But although you expected to see the young man with the mischievous smile and gentle gaze, you found a guy you didn't know at all, looking lost, and a little nervous tic in his hand. You took a big breath of air, forcing a smile, and stood behind the counter.

"Good morning," you murmured. "What will you have?"

"Oh, hi" he said to you, trying to avoid your glance. "I didn't know if it was open yet...".

"Yeah, yeah" you affirmed, the shy curve of your lips reassuring the boy, "don't worry. I usually have a friend of mine come over to help me with the grille, but he's not here yet."

"Then I was right to put it up, wasn't I?" he asked, his fingers still drumming on the surface of the counter.

"Yes, of course," you confirmed, your hands fiddling with the edge of the apron, trying not to let your disappointment at the boy's presence show too much, "thank you. What will you have?"

"A macchiato, please."

Similar to a cappuccino, you thought, unable to get Minho out of your mind. You didn't know why his absence was affecting you so much. You didn't even have that much of a relationship. Outside of your greetings, and small conversations here and there, you didn't interact much else. Even if after all this time you felt you had known him all your life, even if seeing him in the mornings made your day, even if you wished you could spend your whole life mixing espresso with milk if it meant Minho smiled the way he did.

Your shift took forever, each coffee making lasting longer than necessary, and perhaps too short, customers coming and going and none of them being who you expected. You understood that the shock must have been the same for him ーin case his feelings for you were remotely similarー on the days you had been absent, and you feared that he had grown tired. That so many shared mornings would have been for nothing, and yours would have been a relationship by proximity. It wasn't the first time you had maintained such a friendship with people, because you were forced to go to the same place together every day, and not because there was actually any bond.

Maybe he thought you were not coming back, and had decided to look for coffee somewhere else. Maybe you had misinterpreted everything you had experienced, and had taken cordiality for friendship. Maybe nothing of what you felt was reciprocated, and again you had been daydreaming.

Despite all your efforts, you couldn't concentrate on your classes that day. You took the lunch break you had promised Chris, pulling out of your backpack a container of a small salad you had made yourself in the morning and a piece of brownie Han had slipped in when he thought you weren't looking. After retiring to the library for a couple of hours to study you went to the academy, ready to go over the dance with your girls.

You wore your leotard under your jeans, so, as usual, you only had to put on your sweatpants and ballet slippers, locking yourself in the studio half an hour early to dance by yourself for a while, and at five o'clock, letting it fill up with energetic and joyful girls, ready to become their favorite Disney princess for a few hours. You always had a great time, and in your heart it made up for everything it meant in your private life.

After the shower, as you were coming out of the changing room with your hair still slightly damp but back in your normal clothes, your backpack slung over your shoulder, walking down the hallway towards the lobby, you stopped when you heard Minho's voice. You couldn't make out what he was saying, but you could hear the angry voice of your boss, and you peeked your head around the corner, trying to see without being seen, in time to see your boss hit the table lightly and Minho frown in an annoyed gesture, turning around.

You hurried out, ignoring the exclamations of your boss calling you, and followed Minho. He was carrying a cup of coffee that wasn't from 5STAR, and for a moment you feared it was over altogether. That he had found somewhere else to buy his cappuccino. That maybe your friendship had broken down without you realizing it. That it didn't mattered if you thought you didn't care if it never evolved into something more ーsomething you longed forー, you were content with whatever it was that you had. You noticed also the jacket he was wearing, the logo of a dance academy that wasn't yours drawn on his back, and tried to match his long steps to reach his pace.

He was heading in the direction of the bus stop where you usually caught the one that dropped you off near where you lived, and you got on after him, sitting down next to him, still frowning.

"YN?" he mumbled, taking off one of his earbuds so he could talk to you, turning his body slightly to try to face you.

"What were you doing talking to Mr. Kang?"

"Huh?" he asked, as if he hadn't understood anything you had said.

"I've never seen you outside the café before," you told him, propping your backpack between your feet, "and just the day you don't come in the morning I see you in the afternoon at my academy, when you don't even come here."

"Well... It has an explanation" he tried to defend himself, his ears turning red. "Han had said... Ehem, since you didn't come to work these days... I..."

"I was resting" you told him, leaning your back against the backrest, "I had been having some complicated days, and Chris has recommended me to change jobs, but I don't know..."

"I know" he interrupted you, "I know. That's why I was talking to your boss."

"What?"

"He told me that next week is the performance you've been working on for the past few months" he summarized, avoiding looking at you, not feeling ready to find out if he had taken too much of a risk or not. "I wanted him to make your work conditions better, and maybe I told him that the academy I go to they have an opening for a ballet teacher so he should watch out how he treats you. They pay like a normal job, not a part-time one, and the schedule is the same."

"Really?" you stifled a cry of excitement, covering your mouth with your hand, "Oh my God it's perfect! It's literally the miracle I was waiting for! I'm so happy I could..."

"You could...?" he repeated, urging you to finish the sentence.

But you couldn't finish it. You didn't know if you should. It would be crazy, in fact.

"Whatever," you solved, seeking to change the subject, "it doesn't even have to do with dancing."

"And what does it have to do with?"

You cleared your throat, mumbling an answer you knew he couldn't hear, too embarrassed to let it sink in, hoping he had heard it, and also hoping the opposite at the same time.

"With you" you repeated, this time louder, looking into his eyes when he asked you to say it again.

"With me?" he breathed, his heartbeat increasing its speed, roaming his gaze all over your features.

"Yeah" the worst thing it could happen was that he rejected you, and he never came againg to the café. And you already thought that was what had happened, so there was no point in not trying it. "I was going to say that I'm so happy I could kiss you right now".

"Kiss me?" unable to think straight, he was only repeating what you voiced, watching your lips moving and your cheeks slightly blushed.

You flashed a bright smile and caressed his cheekbone, the pad of your finger gentle and soft against his skin, and his breath got caught in his throat, swallowing hard, and confirming your crazy theory of him liking you back. He tried to touch you the same way, his hand twitching with anticipation, but it fell to his lap when you kissed him, his eyes closing down immediately to focus on the way your lips moved over his, lazy, slowly, enjoying every single second.

Minho knew that he had fell first, and harder, and then he had waited patiently for you to reciprocate his feelings. And when you did, you understood that his heart was so full of love and adoration you couldn’t stop yourself to love him in the same deep, absolute and fathomless intensity.

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[rougepancake]

Domestic mitsuri x shinbou x fem reader HCS! (Could be nsfw or sfw whatever works for u!)

DATE NIGHT

What it’s like to date them

Sfw & nsfw hcs (mixed together I am so sorry I wasn’t thinking 😭)

Ft. Shinobu Kocho and Mitsuri Kanroji

Warnings: Some suggestive material under cut but nothing too bad. Modern au. Had a blast writing this tsym anon 😩

SHINOBU KOCHO

If you’re taller than her then have fun. She’ll look up at you and KICK YOUR ASS for simply being tall

If you’re shorter than her you’ll get pampered because she feels the need to rub it in

She’s definitely into quality time and physical touch all the way. Since she doesn’t tend to vocalize how she’s feeling, these kind of make up for it 😉

Is definitely the type of gal to book mani pedis for you two as a date as well as go and get your hair dyed together

Unlike Mitsuri, she isn’t clingy and trusts you quite a lot. She knows that no one else can eat you out as good as she can, and it kills you every time she mentions it

SPEAKING OF MENTIONING IT

She’ll openly dirty talk you in public with no shame whatsoever. In fact, she’s brutal

Won’t even stop if you offer to pay her

Has no regrets because she loves seeing you all flustered and cute like that

If she spends the night at your place BE PREPARED

She cuddles in her sleep and DENIES IT TO DEATH

Also enjoys showering/bathing together but not in a sexual way. She believes that it’s a good way to spend time together and just bond as a couple

HERE COMES THE QUALITY TIME AGAIN RAHHHH

It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, when you’re doing it, or how long it’ll take you, she will find a way to join and/or help you out

Unless you’re complaining about it

Then she’ll sit and watch you suffer 😔

All in all, she’s the type of woman to definitely wind up in a relationship with the “best friends” dynamic

You have a lot of fun together and she wouldn’t want it any other way

MITSURI KANROJI

SHE LOVES TO GO ON ADVENTURES

That’s how you spend a lot of your time together (post/during your relationship)

Her love languages are receiving gifts and words of affirmation

If you say you can’t do it think again!! You’ll wholeheartedly believe you can by the time she’s done with you!!!!

Loves to go out and try new things!! She’ll try anything once and definitely lives with the yolo mindset

Her ideal date is going out on a hike or trying a new restaurant. Either is fine for her as long as you’re down for the ride

Since she’ll try anything once, your time alone is fairly interesting. In the sense of you’ll bring something up and she’ll say yes without a second thought

Prefers to keep what happens in the bedroom between you and her. HATES public humiliation going both ways because she feels guilty afterwards

Since one of her love languages is receiving gifts, she loves to show up with random trinkets and such that she’s found

“Oh here you go Y/n! This shiny rock made me think of you!!”

Stuff like that

It’s honestly so sweet

She was once a hopeless romantic, and now that she has you, she’s a bit worried that you might just up and vanish one day, so she has a tendency to be a little clingy

That’s okay though cause you love it

(She also enjoys cooking for you quite a bit but is quite embarrassed to admit it since her cooking skills are questionable)

Also enjoys watching movies with you and ‘accidentally’ falling asleep on your lap

She enjoys romantic cliches (even if they’re stupid)

You guys were definitely close friends before you started dating, so you’ve got that ‘we know each other better than our own parents’ type of vibe

Let’s just say you’re incredibly grateful that you wound up meeting her 😩

[miguelswifey04]

Since we read about fics involving Miguel O’Hara having to flirt/tease the reader in Spanish whenever he wants to, how about we reverse it.

Could we ask for some HCs of his partner [Gender Neutral] teasing/flirting with him in their native language?

It can be any other language.

hi! yea of course, i shall do spanish since i am fluent in both spanish and english <3

gn! reader x miguel o’hara

flirty/teasing miguel headcanons

you two would have a romantic date at a restaurant where you both could see the full moon 🌕 and candles being lit which creates a cute environment and you take the initiative to be flirty with him.. “miguel, en tu compañía cada bocado es un festín para mis sentidos. eres el postre más dulce en esta noche tan especial.” (miguel, in your company every bite is a feast for my senses. you are the sweetest dessert on this special night.) he’s obviously super surprised because you just wowed him and he can’t help but blush like a teenage boy <3

you’d definitely go up to him while he’s busy with work or a project and whisper how handsome he is in spanish such as “tu eres tan guapo” (you are very handsome) and even though it’s a simple compliment, you still are able to make him swoon easily despite his serious and stoic demeanor.

love notes and love written in spanish because it is a language where you and miguel can express each other more. he loves to read and reread them every chance he got because of how romantic you are.

both of you are hopeless romantics LOL so you may be overly romantic at times but miguel does not mind that at all since he loves it a lot…

one time while miguel was looking at his scanners in the control room, you caught him off guard by saying "tu sonrisa ilumina mi mundo" (you smile lights up my world), and he didn’t know whether to hug you on the spot or cry only because he didn’t know that he MEANT that much to you; he’s still working on being more secure in the relationship 😔

teasing him in spanish LITERALLY makes him so putty and you are surprised to see that you have the power to make miguel fold for you…he tries to act like what you say doesn’t make him blush or make his heart do flips but they do <33

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a/n: for some reason doing HCS or fics where it’s on the readers perspective takes more time/effort 😭

[filmnoirsbian]

hey Joan, is there any hope you can give me regarding love? I just had another situation with a guy I briefly dated destroy my hopes in finding someone. I really liked him (had those ‘we can talk for hours’ dates and everything), but for several reasons it didn’t work out. I just feel hopeless - if even people I really connect with end up being not a good match then what’s the point ? Maybe you have some life perspective 😔

I am not someone you want to go to for romantic advice tbh given that I flee at the first sign of serious feelings on the other person's part because I am at this point incapable of feeling serious romantically unless a year(s)-long foundation has been laid. I've been in love--genuine, consuming, feels like being ensconced in a fire that will never go out love--exactly once and it didn't work out for reasons that were neither person's fault and did not involve those feelings dissipating, so the idea of getting struck by lightning twice in my lifetime seems unlikely (though never impossible) and isn't even something I really feel like seeking out. I feel comfortable and content with the vast amount of love and companionship in my life through family and friends. I think focusing on those aspects of love and relationships in your life are really the best way to mend heartache in this situation. Sorry if this isn't quite helpful, but I wish you the best in navigating this road.

[obsessedwithceleste]

You already know i had to do one

Im around 5’8, with wavy brown hair. I have sort of caramel like highlights. slightly curvy, dimples (IDFK BAHAHA)

My style really varies. It mainly fluctuates between modern grunge- ish (think baggy jeans, docs, mesh tops, smudged eyeliner) to ‘i have a trust fund’ (very scandi style). Lots of trench coats and dramatic blouses aswell.

I’m very very blunt. I get told by everyone i seem like a bitch because i have a rbf, and i’m passive aggressive. When i get to know people well and i open up, i become friendly, and my love language is bullying.

That being said, I am confrontational. I won’t hesitate to make situations awkward if somethings wrong, and will cause a fight if it’s necessary

If you asked someone who didn’t know me to describe me they’d say rude, blunt and unapproachable but if you ask my friend they’d say funny, unserious and caring. Like, my outside appearance is far from who i really am.

Forced to be a cunt but born to wear pretty sundresses and pick tulips 😔😔😔

Nerd. 300% a nerd. Always revising, massive impostor syndrome, can never know enough. Huge over achiever and always working for the best (even if it takes its toll on me.)

Love playing the piano. I’m super into philosophy and read abt it on the daily.

On the inside i am a huge softie. I love physical contact, it’s a big thing for me. A hopeless romantic but i don’t really show it.

Cat person. Favourite colour is deep red.

My music taste is mainly Jeff Buckley, TLSP, cocteau twins, elliot smith (peak male manipulator music)

I love doting on people. I need it to be reciprocated at times but my way of showing my love to someone is by doting on them!

I can’t think of anything else really, aside from the fact that i’m super sexy and really cool

I CANT WAIT BEGEHEHE

"i’m super sexy and really cool" - I love this for you sm

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo is the definition of golden retriever puppy disguised as a Doberman. Cool, edgy, snarky, but secretly a huge softy. (Someone please give this boy a hug).

He's also the most emotionally constipated of all the Slytherin boys. None of them are good with emotions, but Mattheo has it the worst. Love just isn't something that's ever been displayed in his life so it's quite foreign to him.

When Mattheo first met you, he was intrigued. Usually girls just giggled and flirted with him. But you were willing to go toe to toe with him, and it took him aback. He probably spent weeks watching from a far in quite admiration, not quite able to get a read on you.

When he finally works up the courage to talk to you, he's shocked by how well you both get on. You're able to stand your ground against him with ease, and even push right back.

He loves your fierce bluntness, your confidence, and your willingness to go to war for people you care about.

He also doesn’t open up to people easily, but your soft side and love for physical affection crack him right open.

He'll never admit it, but he loves that he's the only one that gets to see your soft romantic side.

Speaking of affection, this boy needs someone to dote on him. He’s eating out of the palm of your hand for a crumb of attention and learns how to dote on you right back. (He likes leaving you silly notes in your text books, but will vehemently deny it when confronted about it)

This boy is an absolute slut for physical affection though. He has his hands on you at all times whether it be a hand in your pocket, on your waist, an arm wrapped securely around you, he will not leave you alone.

When he learns that you play the piano, he asks you to teach him because he wants an excuse to spend time with you. He's extraordinarily bad. But he like listening to you play and would sit there with you for hours if you asked him to.

He also likes having your full, undivided attention, often poking and prodding you while you study because he thinks it’s just so funny when you’re cross. (He loves your grumpy face)

Some might find your constant bickering to be concerning, but you keep each other on your toes.

The first time Mattheo is fully convinced that he might just be in love with you is when you snap back at a group of students who are talking their usual shit. Normally Mattheo would beat them to a pulp, but this time he’s the one holding you and your biting words back.

He thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful btw.

After that incident, you both go back to his dorm. He's not really sure what to say. No one has ever really gone out on a limb for him. Showed that they cared. All he knows is that one minute you were ranting about "how bloody ignorant" some people can be, and the next he had you wrapped in his arms with his lips on yours.

Once it's official, he can't wait to make sure everyone knows that you're his. He's wildly overprotective, but never lets you see it because he doesn't want you to feel smothered. (He knows you could beat his ass)

He makes sure you're at every one of his quidditch games wearing his jumper, or his jersey, or his thick Slytherin scarf. He likes to show off for you. His favorite thing though, are the post game make-out sessions under the stands.

He also has a nasty habit of sneaking into your dorm room after hours for a quick (or not so quick) late night cuddle.

The boy is disgustingly obsessed with you and does everything in his power to make sure you, and everyone else knows it. He didn't grow up feeling loved, and wants to make certain that it's not something you'll ever feel.

[hughungrybear]

Me watching Only Friends Ep. 9:

1. For this ep, I just want Sand to run as far away as possible from Ray (although based on previous ep's preview, I know that wouldn't happen) 😔

2. I don't know, it's too unrealistic for Top to change that fast. I do think that he is just not used to losing anything, which is why he is trying hard to win Mew back. As for Mew, I guess it is also the first time that he was wrong about someone (although, I pretty much doubt that) especially when he prides himself of "knowing how to accurately read" people (see episodes 1 and 2). I still see these two people trying to prove to themselves that their sense of self is not entirely wrong.

3. I'm beginning to think that Sand is either a hopeless romantic or an effing masochist. Wtf. He already knows Ray is toxic. He KNOWS RAY WILL CONTINUE TO HURT HIM (and himself). If he has any self-respect, he will walk away.

4. <on videoing Ray making out with Sand) There's the Top I know.

5. I still don't know Atom's angle in this scene. I mean from being in a cis relationship then jumping straight to gay s*x. With Boston, of all people. Why? I don't think he is fuelled with plain ole curiosity. He practically seduced Boston (although let's face it, it doesn't take much to get Boston h*rny)

6. I think I can recognise Pisaeng's (BMF) campervan lol. Hurray, for Team Second Option! Get an effing move on, gods dammit. Well, at least Sand is aware he is a masochist lol 😅

7. Yo and Mew. Really, don't start relationships that you actually don't want. The fvck. 😑

8. I love Khaotung, but Ray. Ray is trash. At this point, he is using his pain as excuse to be a manipulative, little sh*t to everyone. Also, I guess Mew's brain has been addled badly with drugs and alcohol to believe that Ray's "the word love makes most sense with you" is anything but a confession of Ray's toxic dependency on him.

9. Frankly, I don't think these kids should have romantic relationships. Especially Ray. Ray should just stop dragging everyone to his personal hell.

10. Atom is acting like a possessive bf. AFTER AN EXPERIMENTAL ONE-NIGHT STAND. I can't believe I am siding with Boston in this argument 😂😂😂😂 but fvck, here we are.

11. Maybe Sand and Nick could try it as a couple. I mean, they are both decent people. Maybe they can work it out. 😅 <after 5 seconds> ooof, Nick read my mind lol. Too bad, the kiss started nothing 😅😅😅😅

12. I just want the mums to smack some sense into Mew. Maybe, it would also get rid some of his self-righteousness and feelings of moral superiority 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

13. No, Nick. You left Sand to be fed to a smug, manipulative wolf.

14. Can I push Ray in to that lake? Right now, I have a strong urge to drown Ray and leave his dead body in that mountain top. I mean, Ray is making Top looked good IN MY EYES. Pretty sure the mums prefer Top at this point too. The fvck.

15. Is it just me, or Dan just feels creepy? This show is triggering all my paranoid senses lol 😅😅😅 Also, Nick is not known for his good judgement, he lets his hormones lead the way.

16. Oh, Nick. You poor, crazy sod. Why are you still following Boston??? Your need for closure is driving me nuts. 😑

17. Waiiit. Is Boston actually regretful? Really? Boston? Or is the sight of Nick smiling with somebody else triggering him too?

18. Is this a premonition? Will Ray die at the end of this series? 🤔🤔🤔 I mean, Ray is perpertually high, drunk, and destructive. Pretty sure he is heading to an early death at this rate.

19. Ah, Sand. You really should stop sticking your d*ck in crazy.

20. Ray, Mew looks okay even though you technically cheated on him. Should be your cue to understanding that only you thought you were boyfriends. Mew just needed a rebound.

21. Ngl, I was expecting Mixx in that elevator, not Mond! What is he doing here anyway? Is he another one of Top's exes???

We are almost at the finish line and I'm undecided who needs a sharp smack in the head the most lol. I guess, with Mew and Ray 'breaking up', there's a chance that Sand will not be a sad boy anymore. Although, I still have a strong urge to m*rder Ray after all was said and done.

I still don't know what Atom's deal is. It just seems so sudden that he is in "love" with Boston. Looks like Boston will do some self-reflection but why is Nick still there? I guess, the man just loves the hurt. Also, looks like Mond will play the ex, Boeing. I always thought it was gonna be Mixx.

Well, one thing's for sure — the show is about to get messier. I think Im'ma need to go to church now 😂😂😂😂

[duha54]

Hello hello! If it's not too much to ask I'd like to do a match up with the Haikyuu boys!!

1 & 2: I would like romantic and I go by she/her pronouns! And I would prefer our silly goofball boys!

3: I don't really have any preference as to which characters I don't want. I really love them all so go ham with whoever you think works best with me!!

4: What I usually look in a partner most is someone who can be both my partner and best friend! I'm a friends to lovers girly if that makes sense; someone who is able to be playful with me and mess around while still being the loving partner they are. The second thing would be someone who is affectionate! I'm very touch starved and a hopeless romantic so I wanna do all the cute things you see in romance anime, from dates to the actions the love interest does to our mc! And the third will be more physical, someone who is pretty/handsome. I find a lot of people pretty/handsome though so I'm not sure how much that'll help 🙈🙈.

5: When first meeting me I'm kinda reserved? I usually have this really nice front that most people have but once you're in my circle group I'm very much a gremlin! I like to make the corniest dad jokes e v e r, everyone rolls their eyes but I think they're HILARIOUS (cuz they are 🤨🤨). But I also have a bit of that mom friend in me! I like to check in with others, make sure they're doing alright, if they're having fun, if they need anything, I'm always there to help however I can!

6: I really like to read! My main genres of reading is fantasy plus a sprinkle of romance added to it! Those are the only kind of books I'll ever read. I love to game as well! My main type of game genres are fps and rpgs! I'm also a bit of a singer 😏😏, I like to do small concerts in my rooms with my plushies as my audience!

7: My love language is quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmations! Goes both ways for receiving and giving.

8: I actually don't have a dream date because I haven't really dated anyone before (a girl can dream) 🙈 BUT, maybe just playing video games together? Or going to an aquarium? I just like being with someone, especially if it's with my S/O :]

9: I don't really have an aesthetic..? I just wear very casual or basic things. A simple shirt and jeans and I'm good to go! (I do try and wear something cute with my limited wardrobe but I struggle with finding a style that suits me 😔😔). I'm the tallest person you'll ever meet, not to brag or anything. I stand at a whopping 5'0, I know, that's pretty tall 😏😏. I have black hair and dark brown eyes. My hair stops just below my shoulder blades and I wear glasses! I also have a few moles on me and scars from minor injuries I've obtained or just me simply being clumsy 😔.

10: I actually don't know a lot of quirks I have.. Uhh.. I can wiggle my ears? Lol. I also dabbled in a bit of archery, you can even call me a pro 😉 (I'm mediocre at it lol)

Hopefully this isn't too long! I tried to keep it short but I've realized that I talk a lot 💀 anyways lots of love and I love how you write!! It just scratches something in my brain :] 🫶🫶🫶

Don't worry about it being too long (*^▽^*) In fact for me the longer, the better ! So if there are details you didn't tell me about, I'll be more than glad to hear you out ! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ

Just please can someone tell me how am I supposed to notify an anonymous person that when his match up's ready ?

[catastrxblues]

ok some quick bridgerton season one thoughts !!!

(everyone look AWAY. this will actually feel as if it was written by someone who has lost her sanity, which i mean, not far off, but you know)

first and foremost though, benedict bridgerton, hi love <3

i love eloise so much. there is no word for it. she is my new comfort character, and i will support all of her wrongs actually yes i will.

i've been screaming about this one for the past hour but POLIN. penelope and colin. them. i am screaming. i cannot breathe. my soul has left my body and it has not come back yet. i live vicariously and exclusively through them. i love them so much. i apologize for the person i will become when their season comes out, i will be the most annoying and insufferable person. sorry in advance.

(also unfortunately i stupidly decided to watch the bridgerton season 2 trailer before actually finishing this first season, so the whole pen as lady whistledown surprise had actually already been ruined for me before i got there 😔)

anthony bridgerton, i have my eyes on you for season 2. you have BETTER be as good as others have told me, i will NOT have anything less.

ok, time to talk about them. honestly, daphne and simon became SO much less interesting for me at the second half of the show. Now i know there are people who were never actually invested in them at all, and thought of them as boring and bland, but look, i'm a basic hopeless romantic bitch okay so i actually ate that first half of the season UP. But what was up with the second half 😭 go girl give us nothing. They went downhill, down the rabbit hole, into the depth of the abyss. and *that scene* (you know what scene i'm talking about)??? i didn't find the development well-written nor satisfying at the very least, but well what can i do. they could be cute sometimes i guess as long as they stay like AT LEAST 20 cm apart from each other.

anyway bye, i need to revise my physics material </3

[sassyandclassy94]

Get To Know Your Fic Writer

When did you you post your first ever fanfic?

May 22, 2018 - after two months of contemplation, I finally posted ‘Secrets Lies and Blessings’ to WattPad (I hate WattPad though and would like to remove all my fics from there but alas! My best friend likes that format and prefers to read it there so I’ve left them there)

First character(s) you wrote for?

Emma and Baelfire of course! (But when I was like 11/12 I actually wrote out little skits about some of the characters from Little House and Love Comes Softly🥴 but we won’t speak of those cringey things okay?)

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for?

Baelfire/Neal Cassidy. Though I am working on a first person story from Henry’s point of view (be on the look out for that one👀)

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon?

I’d love to write a story about Albert Ingalls🥹 And Hiccup and Astrid. But sadly, I lack plot ideas and such😔

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for?

Once Upon a Time

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for?

None…? When you’re a single hopeless romantic desperate for love, where’s the fun in writing that?

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for?

Neal Cassidy and Emma Swan (the superior OUAT ship have you💁🏻‍♀️)

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your world on AO3)

Alternate universe - medieval; Storybrooke; Realm: The Enchanted Forest - Mist Haven (Lol… so me🤪)

Current platform where you post your works?

AO3

Snippet of the WIP you’re currently working on: (I’ve got a few. Hold on to your behinds…)

Secrets, Lies, and Blessings:

Emma barged through and helped herself through the doorway. “You can cut the ‘Your Highness’ nonsense, Rumpelstiltskin; I’ll be your daughter-in-law after next week so there’s no need for stupid formalities.”

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “What brings you to my door at this hour, Emma? Do your parents know you’re out galavanting through the forest?”

Emma waved off his question as she removed her hood. “They have no idea I left the castle.” She paused and turned as she watched Rumpel close the door. “I need to talk to you; it’s urgent.

Rumpel rolled his eyes and gestured toward a chair, pulled it out and offered it for Emma to sit.

“Thank you.” She gave a brief nod before sitting down.

The Wedding Night:

Emma and Baelfire didn’t have a conventional love story by any means. They met each other one cold December evening after sneaking out of their homes. Upon meeting, a startled Emma almost ran a very surprised and dumbfounded Baelfire through with her sword before he finally convinced her that he was unarmed and meant absolutely no harm. “I'm just out taking in the sights, same as you.” she remembered him saying with his hands held out in front him, palms facing her. After that night the two of them became friends and began to meet in secret in fear their parents wouldn’t approve of their friendship. Before long their friendship blossomed into romance, continuing to keep the relationship a secret. But eventually, their secret came to light two years later when Emma learned she was pregnant. Naturally, she was forced to tell her parents the truth about her and Baelfire and, after the initial shock, Snow and David accepted the ordeal as graciously as possible; with them deciding that the best option was for Bae and Emma to marry.

Where My Demons Hide:

“Neal,” Emma whispered, shaking her boyfriend awake. “Neal!” She said louder.

He groaned and shifted under the blanket while Emma continued to rouse him.

She shook him again, this time more rough. “Wakey wakey, Sleeping Beauty!” She chanted with a giggle.

Neal threw the blanket off of his head and sat up with a sigh, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Sleep well?” she asked all too cheerily.

He only groaned in response before stretching - as well as he could, anyway, in their stupidly tiny stolen Beadle. “I guess so.” He looked at Emma through sleepy eyes. “What has you so happy this morning?”

Reflections:

My name is Henry David Cassidy. I’m twenty-eight years old and am about to marry the love of my life, Violet Morgan. It’s a bittersweet occasion. But why, you ask? Because I won’t have the privilege to share this occasion with my parents; they’re gone.

Princess Kidnapped!:

Then she remembered her tiny little one growing inside her and she suddenly felt a rush of protectiveness wash over her; whatever this sack of horse manure was planning on doing to her, she promised her unborn child that she would do whatever it took to protect it.

Tags: @themeepyfreak @phoenixwrites @fictional-at-heart @notyourspookygirlfriend @redbone135 @swanfireprincessmydear @coneygoil @ljf613 @oldfarmerbillswife

[frogspond200]

I am so sorry I haven't made any action head cannon for Steve 😔, this must be what your craving 🤭

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𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙷𝙲𝚜 (18+)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙽𝚜𝚏𝚠

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♥︎ Steve leans towards being a top, as he enjoys the feeling of being in control and guiding his partner's pleasure. He finds satisfaction in taking charge and being assertive.

♥︎ Steve is also open to being a bottom at times. He trusts his partner and enjoys the vulnerability and surrender that comes with being on the receiving end of pleasure.

♥︎ Steve has a playful side and enjoys incorporating elements of BDSM, such as light bondage or role-playing, into his sexual encounters. He finds pleasure in the power dynamics and the heightened intensity it can bring.

♥︎ Although he is comfortable giving or receiving, he prefers to give. He seeks to please you and he wants to make you feel special. As we know he’s a hopeless romantic, so the mere fact that you are dating him makes him feel special.

♥ Being a touch-starved person, Steve needs a lot of reassurance that he is doing a good job. He loves being praised, though sometimes he gets shy when you praise him too much.

♥︎ If you tug his hair it doesn't bother him, in fact, it turns him on even more when you do it. As long as he sees that you are enjoying yourself, he'll love it to.

♥︎ He’s most sexually sensitive around his neck and chest and loves it when you brush your hand across his skin. He also enjoys gentle kisses and bites on his neck and shoulders. His neck is one of his erogenous zones and he finds it incredibly arousing when it's stimulated.

♥︎ Steve likes to crack a bit of joke during sex, wanting to make you feel safe and comfortable. He believes that laughter during sex helps to break down the walls and build a stronger connection with his partner. He also finds that it helps to add a bit of fun and levity to the experience.

♥︎ The louder you are during sex the more Steve feels like he's doing his job, and it boosts his confidence. He knows his partner is enjoying the experience and it turns him on even more. He feels more connected to his partner when they are both vocal about their pleasure.

[spookyserenades]

Dana!!! I hope you're feeling better and I can't thank you enough for giving us trouville for FREE!! We're truly spoiled with this story 😔 some thoughts:

- the Jimin moment was so sweet, I love our yeehaw boy. I'll kiss his boo boos away any day and i'd also sick him with the hello kitty bandaid too cuz we live an aesthetic lifestyle

- love the mystery gang team, so much development in their segment, its crazy what a late night van drive will do to people lol

- i like also got a headache when MC was thinking about how much a Disney trip for 8 people would cost. In THIS economy? Sorry Hoseok you're just gonna have to freeze. I know she must have a lot saved up from when she was a vet but paying for a house that big and for so many people? She's a money mastermind

- Alice is such a fun character, I'm glad she suggested making the boys jealous so they'd maybe be kicked into high gear, she's doing the lord work cuz we were all thinking it. What more shenanigans will this open us up to 🤔👀

- I stg I'm ot7 but jeezus trouville yoongi does in fact own my entire being, I want him in a way concerning to feminism and so does MC lol. That spicy part was everything but I was so scared someone would walk in on them but thankfully that didn't happen, I would have freaked!!!!

- Jin and MC cooking!!!! Thats my husband fr and speaking of which- WE GOT HIM BOYS, THATS ANOTHER ONE IN THE BAG!!!!!!!! WE'RE 2 FOR 7 ON BAGGING THE TROUVILLE BOYS!!! 😤😤😤 IT FEELs SO GOOD 😫😫😫 THE WAY I SCREECHED. So so so so so good. Perfect place to leave us for next chapter I'm extremely excited! ❤

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AHH HI LOVE! I am finally feeling better whewww boy I forgot what it's like to be sickly LMAO. Excited to hear your thoughts about the newest update hehe, thank you for reading and sending in your precious feedback 🥺

I love the little moments MC has with Jimin!!! I hope he's giving hopeless romantic in Trouvaille, I think it's fitting for his rancher background, and his Libraness fhdksafd. I also love the visual of manly cowboy Jimin with the Hello Kitty bandaid, he probably looked down at it a bunch afterwards and blushed thinking about MC AHHHH!! The mystery gang, omg. My literal DREAM is to formulate a paranormal investigation team, ESPECIALLY with Namkook. Just having Joon's insightfulness and Jeongguk's fearlessness I think it would be absolutely perfect. I can't wait to write more about their adventures in all of the upcoming chapters!

HA SCREAMINGGGG No like she'd need a small loan of a million dollars for a Disney trip with all of them. It would be such a cute little drabble or plot arc to write though, all of them going on rides and whatnot. Or spicy hotel smut lol Lucky MC inherited that house from her grandparents, and her dad ended up being wealthy from his contributions to hybrid cardiology surgery, so she was pretty much born into deep pockets LOL... that's the beauty of fiction, we get to pretend we were born into bottomless wealth 💀

AH I'm so glad you like Alice 🥺 It was important to me that MC had other friends besides the hybrids! You need some friends to confide in, not just romantic interests, and MC's friends are supportive but also give her reality checks when she needs them. Alice is soooo real for telling her use jealousy to her advantage, considering MC is a little avoidant of confrontation LOL.

fdkasf BESTIE I'm hyung line (Namjoon ult) biased, and Trouvaille Yoongi is seriously trying to snatch me away from my other three. I, too, need him biblically, and would let him have his way with me 💀 AH the smut.... he's such a giver, definitely a soft dom 🥰 I'd dieeee too if one of the others walked in. Thankfully, they were the only two at home during that scene!

JINNIE COOKING CLASS. I love love lovedddd writing that scene, Seokjin is such husband material and especially in Trouvaille, he deserves to have fun with a new hobby 🥺 AND FINALLY ANOTHER CONFESSION!!!! Seokjin hasn't been subtle with his feelings, especially in the past few chapters, so I'm glad he was finally brave enough to fess up. MC was probably relieved that she didn't have to do it first 😭💀 AH I'm excited to see how she reacts in the next chapter hehee!

Thank you for reading the latest update and sending me all of your thoughts bestie 💜💜💜

[starg1rlie]

hihi! hope youre doing well! ♡ ive never done one of these ask games before but they seem sups cute so i thought id give it a shot ! 💍 for scara please !!

im ambivert!! i really enjoy talking to people and love being around them! id describe myself as a rather calm and go with the flow. im a very patient person and like to see the brighter side of things. im a very physically affectionate person and generally just a pretty happy person 😭 i dont really like confrontation all too much but i will engage in some teasing if i know the other person is okay w it. unfortunately im also the victim of being a HUGE sappy hopeless romantic too 😔 i really enjoy writing :> music and nature are huge inspirations for me and are a big part of my life ! i also draw quite a lot too, it helps relax me and i love making things. i hope you have a great day and thank you for your time! <3 (apologies if this is too long! ^^;;)

(hello, my apologies for taking so long to get to your request, i hope that you haven't been waiting too long...i got a bit sick and i lost my motivation to write, since i dont feel like i'd be pushing out anything worthwhile for my readers at the time, but here i am <3 hope you enjoy)

biking around the city

its dangerous, he says, and yet, he still goes along with it. you first suggested it as a way to get some fresh air (as if the two of you couldn't receive fresh air from the front porch of your house), and he agreed, only because he knows how much you enjoy taking in the scenery of mother nature. of course he didn't expect for you to ask him to hold hands while doing so. if he had, he'd have refused to accompany you and would probably force you to do something else inside the house that wasn't quite so dangerous. he went along with it anyways, linking his fingers through yours as the two of you biked around the neighborhood for a bit. then scaramouche insisted the two of you head back, because it was getting late and your parents would probably murder him if he kept you out for too long.

he'll play the piano in the middle of the night

even though his mother had previously forced him to learn how to play the piano, he still secretly enjoyed it, despite all the smacks to the hand he received from his instructor. he hadn't played in a while and he felt a little nostalgic one night, so he plopped himself down in front of the grand piano, flipping the cover open and letting his fingers brush against the piano keys. slowly, he dipped into a simple melody he first learned, then ascended into a more complicated tune. all the while, he never looked up from his work, playing and playing until he played the last note. a clap startled him and he jumped up from his seat, whirling around to face you. you didn't tell me you played the piano, you'd say as he came over to wrap his arms around you. that's a one-time thing, he replied. only it wasn't; he started playing more and more every night, and you, upstairs in the bedroom, would listen contentedly under the covers, happy that he continues to play.

introduce him to romance

he legit hasn't had a single romancic occurence in his life (poor boy), and does not understand how you can be so sappy and romantic all of the time. so when you sat him down one night, scaramouche couldn't help but feel a little skeptical about the whole ordeal. romance wasn't his thing, not really, anyways. but you tossed a copy of "to all the boys i've loved before" and left him to "do his thing". a few hours later, you hear sobbing from downstairs and rush to see what's the matter. why are you crying? you asked him, rubbing a hand soothingly over his back. this book is so fucking sad, he'd say, wiping at his runny nose first and then his eyes. honey...it's a romance book...you replied, a little confused. i know. it's so fucking bad.

he'll teach you how to waltz

scaramouche isn't much of a dancer himself, but since there is a formal dance coming up at his school, and he wants to take you as his date, he practiced for weeks on end, ever since the school announced the dance. when he finally felt good about his performances, scaramouche invited you to his living room and placed a hand over your waist, the other gently clasping your hand in his. together the two of you swayed around the room until you collapsed into an exahusted heap, erupting into giggles. what's this for? you inquired, gesturing at his tuxedo and neatly combed hair the next day. what did you think i asked you to dance with me for last night? he shot back, re-adjusting his tie. we're going to the dance. with that, he promptly drags you out of the house to drive to the dance.

listens to your onslaught of playlists

it seems every day you manage to make a new playlist for him to listen to. him? he prefers indie pop and would rather slit his throat than listen to anything other than his chill music. however, since you put time and effort into the playlists, he'll scroll through it and play some of the songs in there. eventually, he'll find his head bobbing along to the songs and will scowl to himself, ripping his headphones off and glaring at his phone. your playlists...aren't as bad as i thought they'd be, scaramouche said the next day. his eyes narrowed just a bit. but we'll be talking more about your music taste in the future.

he'll organize a hike and picnic

since you seem to love nature so much, scaramouche mentally mapped out a plan for taking you out one weekend for a hike, and then a picnic at a pretty area, even going so far to take the scenic route instead of the shorter route. backpack and picnic basket in tow, he'll determindely hike up the hill with you, even though his feet are killing him and he'd much rather be relaxing back at home, watching riverdale. when the two of you finally reached the summit, he keeled over on his hands and knees, gasping and panting heavily. nope, this man is not in shape. want some water? you offer him, holding out a bottle of cold water for him. scaramouche accepted it gratefully and gulped half of it down before swiping at his chin. you're lucky that i decided to go through with this, otherwise we'd be rewatching riverdale again at home, he said pointedly, wiggling his index finger at you while he tried controlling his breathing.

[7ndipity]

Shipping game, woohoo

Introvert, depression, audhd and ocd 🥲

Huge hopeless romantic.

I love taking care of people but I also love being taken care of (Lord please send me someone I am desperate, I am practically on my knees...)

I'm 5'2 42kg I work out but I don't really look muscular 😔. I have a hush cut and my hair is black at the minute but I do bleach and dye it red from time to time when I'm bored of my hair.

My fashion style is a casual grunge sort of style I would say but I love so many other styles like gothic lolita, gyaru, futuristic, etc.

I'm a more reserved quiet person and don't like going out often because I get over stimulated when around tons of people and loud spaces. Though, I'll still go out to parties and go clubbing every once in a while.

I go to college and I'm majoring in interior desgin (Though I should honestly do psychology because I'm a very good therapist 🙏). I do have a job at a chuck e cheese lol... but I also earn money through art commissions.

Okay I don't really know what else to add so here are somethings I like lol: psychological horror, true crime, cats, baking and cooking, music, photography.

Annnd yeah that's all! Also, I love your writing so much. Everyday after work I just like relaxing and reading something, so thank you 🫶🏼

I would ship you with Yoongi, Hobi, and a little bit with Jin! They all definitely have acts of service as part of their love languages, so taking care of each other is a given in a relationship with them.

Yoongi also has ocd, Jin and Hobi are both quite sensitive to loud sounds and crowds, so I think they’d be very understanding of those aspects of your life.

I think Yoongi would love that you’re studying interior design, as that’s a subject he also has an interest in.

Jin and Hobi are also hopeless romantics, so they wouldn’t be able to resist spoiling you(also I think Jin would find your height difference super cute!)

Hope this was okay💜

[jaylaxies]

Hiii baby, I have a few cliche plots here because I am a hopeless romantic, emphasis on hopeless:

You passing by a flower shop and him asking you if you could help him pick out a pretty bouquet for his date and after he bought it he’d hand it to you and ask you out

showering together :( this makes me feel so soft, someone please come here and do this w me

masquerades pls I love that concept sm

you attending some event and a random guy gets too close and you’re out off by it, but [insert hyung line member] comes up, says he’s your boyfriend and gets you out of the situation, asking you out right after that ofc

soft massages 😔 that either lead to funny business of one yeeting themselves on top of the other and then both falling asleep like that

Waking up and needing to go to work but him clinging onto you and not letting you out of bed 😔

Waiting at a bus stop and the rain is pouring, you’re soaked and him offering you to stand under his umbrella :( and then he asks you if you want to go to his place and then things develop

You’re academic rivals, but it’s raining (again) and you’d need to walk home, but he offers to take you by car and you refuse at first but then so get in because you don’t want your laptop to get wet and then he drives you home and asks for a kiss as a reward, but it does get more than a kiss

I’ll leave it at 8 because as a wise man named Christopher Bang once said, 8 is a good number

i now feel lonely :( someone pls really shower w me though :( I give good head massages I promise

DAISY MY LOVE I AM SCREAMING SO MUCH RN I LOVE ALL OF THESE??? ohmygod i need a second,, and i have included some of these things in my fic already which makes me even more excited to write more of it! AAA i love how you came with a whole list i really appreciate it <333 and number two is so?? soft and ugh i feel so touch deprived rn why 😭💔😭💔

[legendarycollectorprincess]

Hot take, but I think that Christopher's death was made on behalf of Grace's character arc.

"WHAT??? THE F*CK IS THIS PERSON TALKING ABOUT??!!

I know. Let me explain. But first, let me say that I'm not a Gracetopher shipper.

I neither hate this fictional couple nor do I think that the people who do ship them are in the wrong or anything like that (I'm part of the “Christopher being aro” squad, though). Also, I am not writing this to change anyone's mind. This is simply an observation of mine, and I would like to know if anyone else shares it (it's okay if no one does! Just don't send hate😔). So, if you like this couple, then please be aware that this post may not be for you.

All right! Now that we got this out of the way, let me begin:

I love Christopher. He, as a member of the Merry Thieves and as his own person, was one of my favorite characters of this trilogy. So, of course, I was sad with his death. But I didn't think it was meaningless, or a last minute kind of thing. I believe it had a purpose: not to reduce Grace's character, and her incredibly complex journey, to a romantic relationship.

“Oh look, Grace is good now! I mean, she did end up with Christopher, right?” PLEASE NO.

I seriously wish I was joking, but I promise you, I've come across enough posts and comments to think that some fans of the books decided that they liked Grace only because Christopher was her potential love interest. An idea that was only prompted by the family tree, before Cassie Clare decided to change it.

Because, let's be real, how many times did these characters interact so that they could develop a romantic attraction for each other? There was a mutual understanding between the two of them over science? Of course! Christopher's sympathy for Grace's situation? Absolutely! This boy was a kind soul. Grace's gratitude towards the one person who didn't see her as Tatiana's blade? It existed and it always will.

But Christopher didn't know Grace completely (didn't know of the unwanted kisses that she forced upon James and Matthew, or the horrible truth she revealed to Malcolm Fade). And Grace knew nothing about love (the romantic type, at least). She only knew the twisted and manipulative version that Tatiana showed her. She said it herself in Chain of Thorns: Tatiana made her hard and cold.

“But Christopher could have been the person to teach her about true love” AGAIN, PLEASE NO.

This is just like the “she could fix him” trope. And only because this time the female character was the “broken one”, and the male character was her “savior”, it still isn't right or makes it any better. I mean, this is practically the same issue some people had about Matthew and Cordelia, and the reason they didn't want them to end up together.

Besides, Christopher already WAS Grace's savior. He showed her kindness and patience when she was at the most hopeless point in her life, when she was locked up in the Silent City. He gave her the opportunity to help him with the creation of the fire messages, and helped her to rectify some of the damage she had done to people (like Cordelia).

But most importantly, he showed her that she was worthy of a second chance. In fact, before he died, he made sure to make his friends understand that they should no longer treat Grace with resentment, or else they would be just like Tatiana. In doing so, Christopher also gave Grace the opportunity to continue to improve as a person, and learn to love herself, without fear of further judgment.

Grace is now free to walk her own path. The actions she takes from now on will allow her to find the peace she so desperately needs. And she couldn't have had that by fulfilling her role as Christopher's wife in the misleading family tree. And I think that's for the best. I think the author saw that several people weren't getting this message, so she made a reminder that being in a romantic relationship shouldn't be grounds for your past mistakes to be forgiven. Or the only reason for you to feel worthy of a second chance. Sometimes, all you need is someone who believes in you, like Christopher believed in Grace. Like he believed in all his friends.