#i want like a caffee or something

[autistickaitovocaloid]

Does anyone know any good coffee chains that make affronts to coffee in drink form??? You can't say starbucks because we don't have them in my state and I'd rather die than set foot in one by myself.

[classypauli]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

MASTERLIST

tara carpenter x fem!reader

summary: Finally, the group project comes to an end, and you won’t have to deal with Tara’s attitude anymore. Only if you knew what was coming, maybe then you would rather pick that crazy Carpenter...

tags: enemies to lovers, they are on it again, y/n got a new admirer, tara almost died, cozy, fluff

word count: 1.5k

You were currently sitting in a cafeteria. Wereses you had some free time before the last class so you agreed to meet there with Tara and continue with your project.

It has been a few weeks since you have been working on it and moved succesfully foward. Both of you were happy it finally moved to it´s end, this was something that was annoying your lives for these last days. Or more like you were annoying to one another.

„Do you think it can be like this?“ You turned your notebook into Tara´s direction. She red the notes and noded her head. „Great, so we just need to make the conclusion.“

You were sitting opposite of each other in one of the back tables. Behind your back was a big window with a sigh to a whole campus.

„Yeah, I think it´s perfect.“ You looked at the girl in front of you. Her bangs got longer, you wonder if she wants to cut it again or let it grow. She was wearing a dress to her knees with a flowers on it. The weather today was pretty good despite the grey clouds above your heads. It looked like it would start raining anytime soon.

Your eyes scanned the room. There wasn´t a lot of people today, everybody was probably studying at home for exams or taking class. You caught eyes of the girl on the other side. She was sitting alone with just book in her hands and caffee by her side. Your eyes met and she smiled at you, which you return.

It was almost time for the exam so you both agreed to do it later in your apartment. As soon as you both stepped outside you could feel the drops of water falling onto your skin. With fast steps you came inside the campus but still with your clothes wet. You looked at Tara and saw how her strands of her were stuck on her forehead from the rain.

You burst out laughing. The girl turned to you with angry eyes. „Stop laughing!“ She pushed you into your chest and you stumbled a little. Tara was holding her phone with the front camera trying to brush her wet hair and clean the mascara that was now on her eyelids.

„I´ve seen you looking worse.“ You said as you adjust the strap on your shoulder.

„You look worse all the time.“

Your mouth hung down as you kept looking at her back as she kept walking away from you into the hallways of the campus. No, you won´t leave it just like this, she will eat it with a winch.

-

You were standing in a aisle of a small shop by the corner of the neighbourhood were you lived. One of your hands was holding a small shopping basket and the other one was holding milk as you were reading the back of it.

The notification of your phone cut you from it as you put the milk back and took your phone to check the text from Ethan. Last time you shared the class you talked about the video games and how you enjoy playing them. After that he asked you if you wanted to play with him some time, which of course you couldn´t decline.

„Are you intolerant?“ Your whole body twinched at the sudden voice you heard behind you. You almost dropped your phone as you were trying to put in back in your pocket. With a quick motion you turned around.

„Oh, I´m sorry I didn´t want to scare you.“ The girls eyes widen with apologizing look in her eyes.

„It´s fine, you just caught me off guard.“ You said to her. She was familiar to you but you couldn´t really remember when did you see her.

She laughed at your words and looked behind you again. „Yeah, I saw that you were deep in the reading the back of the milk.“ The girl teased you a little. „You were trying to find lactose-free milk or something?“

„Uhm yeah.“ No, you didn´t have a reason to read it you just wanted to and it would look dumb if you said that you just wanted to read it. What the fuck would she think?

„Oh then I think you are looking the wrong way, the lactose-free is over there.“ She pointed at the direction of the other side of the shelf.

„Ah! My bad, looks like you know it better than me.“ You rubbed the back of your neck with a nervous smile.

The girl bit the side of her cheek gently looking at the ground and then up to you. „No problem, if you need anything else just tell me, I´ll be glad to help.“ She smiled.

By that smile you already knew who it was, the girl from the cafeteria. Damnit, she really needed to see you now? In your homeless fit for no one’s eyes to see. You were sure nobody would see you so you grabbed whatever was under your touch. Fucking embarassing.

You laughed nervously and thanked her making your way to the direction she was pointing earlier.

You need to buy this milk now you stupid imbecile.

„I recommed you this one.“ She grabbed the milk from the shelf. „It´s probably my favourite.“ This girl can´t rest, can she?

„You seem like you know what you are talking about.“ You said.

„Oh yes! I only drink these types of milks.“

You softly grabbed the milk from her hands and put that in your basket with a embarassing smile on your face.

„Uhm thanks for advice I guess... uhm see you next time?“ You turned around and walked away from the girl. The vibe felt pretty embarassing so you felt urge to just walk away with her eyes still following you.

-

Tara was now again in your room finishing the project. Every time you spend time with the girl you needed to hold yourself on a leash but these past weeks when you were together, just you and her alone you felt like you were doing some kind of patience class.

How many times you held yourself from jumping on her because of the anger or holding the tongue behind your teeths because of some offending shit she said. That little brat didn´t know how to act but you couldn´t change that. Well, not like you tried.

You hummed to her as you brought her glass of water she asked earlier. The girl noded with her head taking the drink from the desk slowly learning back her back against your gaming chair. You sat back on your bed as always continueing with your work.

„I´m so glad we are finally at the end.“ She said with her eyes closed and her head tilt back.

„Yup.“

She looked at your way. „You know, I´m pretty surprised.“ You rised your eyebrows at her. „I mean the first day I was sitting on the floor and look at me now.“ She spin herself around on your chair. „I´m sitting in your spot.“

„So?“

Tara stopped and looked back at you. „I calmed down your agressive ass.“

„Mine agressive ass?“ you asked in disbelive with a high voice. „Last time I check you were like that. I don´t even know how that much of evil can fit into your small ass body.“

„See! I wouldn´t be like that if you weren´t! I was saying something nice and you are you again!“

„Me?! You- Argh!“ this is exactly what she wants from you Y/N... Don´t let her get into your head.

You breathed out the air from you chest and calmed your nerves. Tara smirked at you, in her eyes she won, like every time.

After that both of you were quiet once again and focused on the work. After finishing you went through the whole thing, scanning it and trying to correct the flaws that were left. Your strong focus was cut by Tara´s deep breathing. At first you thought she was just getting frustrated at something she found in her phone but as the seconds were passing by it was worse.

Of course.

You slowly stood up and left your room. You made your way into her bag that was left in the hallway of the apartment. She must have it here. Your hand went into her bag and was trying to find her inhaler. There wasn´t anyway she wouldn´t have it in her bag right? At the end of the day, her health was depent on that little thing.

When you finally found it you brough it to her. Her hand was already on her chest and her eyes were closed, trying to calm herself.

„Here.“ You took her hand that was resting on your chair and put the inhaler into her palm. She looked at the object you handed her and then up at you with her big brown eyes. You huffed and took her hand up to her mouth to use the inhaler.

Finally after when Tara´s breathing was calmed you stepped back and sat on your bed still looking at the brunette.

„Better?“ she noded at your words giving you a small thank you. She looked somehow ashamed of herself, looking into her hands that were resting in her lap. Suddenly her head shot back at you with wide eyes.

„You were digging in my purse?!“

„I just saved your life!“

„I swear to God-“

[fanon-elio]

By your side.

Part 3

Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has developed a crush on you. So while you and him were on a business trip, both of you were forced to confront your growing feelings for eachother.

Tag: Green Letter (Sfw)

Pairing: Von Lycaon x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and is not canon. You are responsible for the content you consume, so if the following warnings trigger you, you may read at your own risk.

Warnings: Fluff, Slow burn'ish, long fic, mutual pining, reader is smaller than lycaon, lycaon is down bad horrendous, friends to lovers type stuff, some flashbacks here and there, spoilers for lycaon's agent story, lycaon is a teeny tiny bit possessive.

Angst, Mentions of injury, mentions of death, social anxiety, reader lowkey having a panic attack, trauma.

Other warnings: lowkey my first fanfiction, so bare with me here. (T^T)

I added some throw-away characters to the story as plot devices, no they're not oc's and they hold no importance to the story other than providing character development.

We don't know that much about Lycaon's past yet, so take everything you may read here about his backstory with a grain of salt.

This fic contains a lot of scenarios written in Lycaons pov cuz i eat this shit up for breakfast.

Welcome back once again.

I apologize for the short delay, i have been sick these last couple of days. But I managed to get it done, even though Tumblr ate my draft and I had to start from scratch. Shaking, crying, throwing up, ripping my hair out.

Once again, I apologize for possible mistakes you may find, and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Enjoy!

The sun was slowly setting, bathing the city in a golden hue as you and Lycaon drove through the city. You occupied yourself by looking outside the window, hoping it would ease your nerves about tonight's event. Your eyes wandered with the movement of the car as you noted that the earlier rain had definitely left its mark, the outside area's of the various restaurants and cafes remained empty and the parasol's closed. The sun gently reflected in the puddles of rainwater that still covered the streets, and you watched as life slowly but surely returned to them, smiling as you saw a couple of children jumping into the puddles as the brilliant liquid flew everywhere as it glittered in the sun.

That reminded you of something. Earlier Lycaon had called home, wanting to make sure everything was okay with everyone and the caffee while he was gone "by the way, how's it going at home?" You asked curiously, his ear flicked as you caught his attention "Corin had assured that everything was going well" he answered "everyone is doing fine, and Rina had even kept herself out of the kitchen like I had requested" Lycaon replied with a hint of amusement in his voice, even though Rina accidentally poisoning someone was one of his biggest worries. It was true that Rina was an expert at her job, however cooking had never been her strong suit, and it seemed that no matter how many cooking lessons she took it never improved. So for the time that he was away, they had hired someone to do the cooking and baking in the caffee for them.

"Corin had also asked me to once again thank you for tutoring her" you gasped as you remembered that the exam you had helped her study for was yesterday "oh! How did she do?" You asked, and he smiled, "She has written an A" he responded, and you could have sworn to have heard a tinge of pride in his voice. Even though he was a rather strict boss, he was still very understanding and supportive, you always found it endearing how Lycaon took care of Corin and Ellen as if they were his own daughters.

You knew that Lycaon's employees could be a handful sometimes. Be it Corin's clumsiness, after a cup of coffee you had once ordered accidentally landed in your lap instead of on your table. Ellen's tardiness, when you would find her asleep in the most outlandish places. Or Rina's lethal cooking, you had once experienced first hand after having been offered one of her "Chernobyl cocktails" as Ellen called them. And goddamn, you think you could never forget that excruciating stomach ache.

But you knew that they worked hard and had the spirit to do well. And, if you were fully honest, Lycaon had his own lovable peculiarities as well. Like his obsession with cleanliness, the way he attracted the attention of all the dogs in the general vicinity, or even the way he would glare daggers at a squirrel if he spotted one.

The car ride slowly came to an end as Lycaon pulled into the driveway of the building the gala would take place in, you noticed all the expensive and extravagant cars all neatly parked next to each other which made you remember yesterday's mess with Mr. Goldman, much to your dismay, you really hoped not to run into him tonight since you were already nervous enough.

If you were fully honest, high society had always been highly exhausting for you. You came from a humble backround, not having been born into wealth but rather accumilated it over the years thanks to hard work. In truth, everything overly extravagant made you feel rather uncomfortable, you never really understood the appeal of wearing expensive designer clothes, and most of them looked hideous to you anyways. So much so that you and Lycaon would always joke about it when watching fashion shows on TV.

This humbleness reflected in your living situation as well. You lived in a normal house in a normal neighborhood a few minutes away from Lumina square, so if no one knew because you had deleberately told them, they would never suspect you to have a net worth over several billion dennies.

You enjoyed the freedom this gave you, being able to walk around undisturbed without being followed around and having your day to day life broadcasted to everyone on social media. This also allowed you to form genuine bonds with people who stuck by your side for you, and not for your money. And even though your best friend Zhu yuan was rather chaotic you did love her like your own sister. You wondered if your in-person-attendance today could potentially threaten that freedom of yours.

Lycaon seemed to notice your nervousness and put a reassuring hand on your shoulder "don't worry, whatever happens tonight I will not leave your side" you smiled in reply, your heart soared at the way he touched you, gentle as if handling porcelain.

Both of you exited the car and Lycaon offered you his arm as you walked to the front entrance, the smell of rain still hanging strong in the air, and you reminisced of a time before you two had met. Well, officially at least.

Unbeknownst to him, you've actually had your eyes on him for much longer than he knows. All of it started when Zhu yuan was forced to take some time off and you tried to distract her from thinking about her job by going shopping. It had rained that day just like earlier, and you had walked down the street with your umbrella in hand. It was then when you had seen him through the window of his maid caffee. You had never actually believed in love at first sight, and always believed it to be a clichee.

Until it hit you pretty much square in the face.

And as luck would have it, your every so worried parents had hired exactly him to watch over you and your mental health, from which day oneward your feelings for the wolf thiren only seemed to grow stronger and stronger.

And since that day, he had never left your side.

You noticed the plethora of photographers and reporters standing by the main entrance, and you stiffen in response. The flashing of the cameras made you feel nauseous, as you made your way over the red carpet trying to stay as unnoticeable as possible "excuse me miss y/n!" But you had no such luck, it seems "I'm from Eridu today, and I must say it is a pleasure to see you this evening, it is not often that you give the public the opportunity to enjoy your company!" The reporter said, holding her microphone at you, and you looked at the cameraman who accompanied her. You noticed your reflection in the void of the camera's lens, and you swallowed, feeling your heart drop to your feet.

A new scent reached Lycaon's nose, one he didn't like. Fear. He had worried that this might happen, you weren't used to such media attention. Naturally, you were overwhelmed by suddenly having everyone's attention on you, with the knowledge that hundreds of thousands of other people were watching you behind their screens.

He discreetly placed his hand against your lower back, his warm palm gently signaling you that he was here, and that he had your back. He noticed you seemingly relax a little in response. Gathering all the confidence you had, you responded "O-of course, being here this evening is a matter of the heart for me" the reporter nodded, her emotions hidden behind a smile that you weren't able to pinpoint. "I see it as my duty to be present for tonight, in solidarity for the victims of the Vision cooperation" you continued, the thunderstorm of camera flashing once again flooding your senses. It was overwhelming. "That is wonderful! It's true that this scandal had shaken the community to its core" the reporter said, and you hoped a simple nod was enough of an answer for her "Master, we should get going" Lycaon responded, and you released a silent breath of relieve. You could kiss him for helping you get out of this situation, well you could always kiss him if you were being honest. With his hand still on your lower back, he gently guided you towards the main entrance.

As soon as Lycaon and you walked through the front door, you could instantly feel the stares of the other guests fall on the two of you; some in surprise, some in awe even and yet some others in confusion.

You tried to swallow the lump that was once again forming in your throat from your growing unease of being the center of attention at the champagne reception. You tried to focus on the feeling of Lycaon's hand on your back in order to distract yourself from the stares that pierced you from every angle. Lycaon himself was still worried of your growing discontent, however he was still so proud of you for having confronted your fears. He himself was used to having others attention on him all the time, be it because of his height and stature, or because of his prosthetics. But you didn't, why else did you keep yourself out of the public eye where you could. He took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze as a small sign of encouragement. You smiled to yourself, squeezing his hand back. With him here, you were sure you could make it through this night.

Both of you took the drink you were offered, and made your way towards the main hall, you looked around, noticing some familiar faces you've seen once or twice on TV while a lot of the other guests present were completely unfamiliar to you, but you weren't that surprised, you normally never appeared on events like these, always dismissing the invitations, and only rarely ever gave interviews. You couldn't fathom how awful it must be not being able to go outside without paparazzi waiting for you like circling vultures, and wondered how all the famous singers and actors could live like that.

You wondered if Lycaon ever had to deal with them when he was working for other clients, and silently amused yourself on the thought of your wolfish butler trying to fend off a horde of camera wielding paparazzi.

After some time of walking among the sea of attendees, and being greeted by one or two, both of you finally reached your designated table. You thanked Lycaon when he pulled your chair out for you to sit, secretly gushing over his gentlemanly gesture as you went over tonight's schedule in your head again.

For starters, the host was going to hold a speech followed by dinner and afterward a charity auction. "Is everything alright so far, master?" Lycaon asked, and you gave him a playful thumbs up "so far everything is going well, knock on wood it stays that way" you told him, and he nodded in agreement, especially after having seen Mr. Evergreen and his wife amongst the attending guests and even though there was no bad blood between him and the Evergreens, the embarrassment he felt was still quite strong, even though he wanted to ask how Lilac's art classes were coming along.

"Say Lycaon, I'm curious about something" you started, his ears perking up immediately "please master, feel free to share your curiosity with me" he said reaching for his glass to take a little sip "could it be there are other clients of yours here tonight?" you asked mirthfully "there are indeed, may I inquire why you ask?" "Oh it's just that i saw the Evergreens earlier" you told him and he nearly choked on his drink.

Your little banter is interrupted by the sound of someone clinking their glass, blanketing the room in silence. While looking for the source of the sound, you let your gaze wander across the hall, briefly stopping when you noticed a familiar face amongst the crowd. Your brows furrowed in annoyance when you recognized Mr. Goldman and his wife, who looked equally as annoyed as you, sitting just three tables away from you. You silently saluted her for somehow miraculously finding the patience to put up with his bullshit... and his face.

"I'm honored to welcome you all" your eyes shifted to the front of the hall, now finally spotting where that earlier sound came from "it fills me with joy for having you attend tonight's celebration" a woman in a wheelchair spoke, and you could have sworn that you've seen her somewhere before "I dedicate tonight's gala to those who work tirelessly to help those in times of need" she continued "for those stricken with illness and injury, and those in poverty, who need our support dearly" as those words left the woman's mouth and entered Lycaons ears, he internally scoffed at her, wondering where all this support was that they were praising themselves for? Painfully clenching his jaw as he was reminded of his own past.

Where was it when his parents died, and he had to live on the streets, or when he had to join mockingbird just to survive, stealing from those who could have lent their aid but never did, always favoring status and profits above their humanity. Even after the violent injuries inflicted on his body, the memories of which still rob him of his sleep, it was due to his own diligence that helped him regain his life and that allowed him to now sit amongst the people he secretly loathed so much.

However... it seems that amongst the rubble, some gems can still be found; he glanced at you and his gaze softened.

You weren't like them, you actually cared about the lives of others and this is exactly what you modeled your business after, exactly why he loved you so dearly. It was your gentle nature and kind heart what made him fall for you in the first place, and god has he fallen hard for you. You give those stricken with illness and injury the oppertunity to walk through life on their own feet again. You work hard to give them back a shred of normalcy, trying to get them back on track after their life had been so crudely derailed. And yet, you still kept the delicacy of the moment, never prying neither your clients, nor himself for answers. Something he greatly appreciated about you, because he was aware that this question had burned on your tongue for the last one and a half years now. But, as graceful and as kind as you are, you opted to wait for him to open up to you, and he would eventually when he himself has found the courage to lay his heart bare to you.

His tail slowly swished from side to side as he once again marveled at the sight of you just like he had done yesterday in the car. Tonight however, things seemed different somehow, tonight you shined so much brighter; instead of being illuminated by the sun's rays, you have appeared to have become the sun, burning away the shadows of his pain and insecurity.

Memories of you two filled his mind has it really already been one and a half years? Time really does fly by when you're enjoying yourself he thinks to himself and recalls one special moment in peticular, the moment he had fallen for you.

Back then he had taken quite a beating during a comission with master proxy, breaking his prosthetics in the process, and having to spend a night in the hospital due to a concussion. He still remembered the shame he felt when he had called you to inform you about his sudden absence, and the suprise when you showed up not even half an hour later to check up on him. But most of all does he vividly recall the feeling blooming in his chest when you came back the next morning, with his prosthetic in your hands. Fully repaired. He had thanked you, having felt beyond gratefull that, not only had you taken your time, money and effort to get them repaired. But also because you had spared him the feeling of dread and hopelessness when he thought about having to leave the hospital in a wheelchair.

And even though you had helped him get back on his feet, by that time he had, figuratively speaking, already been on his knees for you.

You two had already experienced so much together, having gone through thick and thin, supporting eachother where you could. And he wanted to experience so much more with you. You turn your head, once again feeling his gaze on you, but this time he doesn't turn his head away, locking eyes with you instead and relishes in the smile you grace him with.

Maybe all of his past trageries were worth it if it ment he could remain by your side.

Applause replaced the silence as the host concluded her speech, and dinner was served, though it had been rather uneventfull. However Lycaon chuckled when you celebrated its disctinct lack of caviar. He felt a sense of satisfaction while he watched you eat. He was glad that now he was sitting across from you during an official dinner, instead of some desperate cretin who would constantly make a move on you - on his favourite person.

But not all good things can last forever. It seemes that said desperate cretin had read Lycaon's mind, thinking it a good idea to apporache your table.

"It's nice to see you tonight Ms. Y/n" both you and Lycaon had to fight the groan that desperately wanted to escape you both when Mr. Goldman appeared, sucking out all the positive vibes out of the current situation with his mere pressence alone. "I hope this dinner was more to your liking?" he inquired, which confused you that he had enough self-awareness about the abysmal choice of cuisine during your not-so-fun get together, but apparently not enough that he didn't see a problem in flirting with another woman that wasn't his wife. You were terribly tempted to snitch on him to his wife but scratched that idea, opting to get tonight over with while avoiding any inconveniences.

"It was" you responded shortly, hoping that he'd understand your unwillingness to talk to him right now, but he seems to once again lack the self-awareness necessary to understand. "I just wanted to once again inquire about possible business cooperations with you, since I'm going to be an investor and shareholder soon" he cackled, and you raised an eyebrow at his weird display, Lycaon watching both of you intently. "It is nice of you to inquire, we'll see if you qualify" you said taking a sip from your glass "what do you mean if I qualify?" he asked you rather uncertain if he had understood you correctly, while mimicking air quotes "I say so simply because our last meeting left me on a rather bitter note"

and you weren't just talking about the food, that was for sure

"was it because I didn't invite him-" he once again pointed at Lycaon "-to my party?" He asked "for one, yes" you said putting your glass down "please Ms. Y/n, a pretty Lady like you couldn't possibly be that petty-" you held your hand up, politely stopping his rambling "I have made my decision, please be assured that I will respond to your offer in due time, however-" you crossed one of your legs over the other, gently perching your hands on your knee "-I must disappoint you when I say that the possibility of you becoming a Shareholder has unfortunately never stood in question, I hope you understand" you explained "regardless, I wish you a pleasant evening" you finished.

Mr. Goldman was about to object to your words when Lycaon's voice coldly interrupted him "She wishes to no longer speak with you, I must kindly ask you to leave" Lycaon glared daggers at the smaller man in front of him who didn't budge an inch at first.

It infuriated Lycaon, he wouldn't let anyone ruin this special evening for the both of you, not when everything was going so well.

"Please don't make me ask twice" Lycaon once again sternly inssisted, his gaze rigid as it bore into the individual infront of him. For a while Lycaon and Mr. Goldman just glared daggers at eachother, both not saying a single word. You on the other hand were taken aback by Lycaon's sudden shift in attitude, but nevertheless thankfull. It made butterflies erupt in your stomach and you wondered how he'd become even more attractive to you than he already was to begin. After a while, Mr. Goldman walked off with a huff, visibly upset and, you thanked Lycaon for helping you out. Internally giggling at his display of protectiveness over you.

After a while, the auction began, luring the wealthy participants with expensive artworks and antiques. Even though none of the shown items really interested you, exceptions being a few pictures you thought would look great on your wall at home, you still planned to buy some of the items to resell or donate them instead of letting them catch dust in your or someone else's attic. So around 700k lighter and happy you let the auction go by while you bemusedly observed two people battle it out over a kitschy rooster shaped lamp, while Lycaon thought that everything had come full circle after you bought the Evergreen's painting that had started the whole drama with Lilac, Master proxy and him in the first place, secretly he wondered if maybe he could persuade you to donate it as well so he wasn't forced to look at it while he cleaned.

The auction finishes and the night seems to be slowly coming to a close. Some people had already left; either because they were tired and just really wanted to escape this labyrinth of endless formality, or because they were just really curious about the contents of the goody bag the host had prepared for everyone to collect on their way out as a final little goodbye.

You on the other hand made your way towards the Woman's bathroom, having told Lycaon to wait for you at the table. He had frowned a bit, not liking the thought of you going off on your own while Mr. Goldman was still scurrying around the building like the Rat he is, but you assured him that you'd be fine.

As you walked through the bathroom door, you noticed Mrs. Goldman standing in front of the mirror, fixing her own make-up. You cringed, internally throwing your purse to the ground at mach speed as you cursed your bad luck... "oh hey! I know you!" ...but you were definitely in for a surprise.

---~---

Part 4 ->

To be continued->

Ah I'm glad this part is done, it was so much more complicated than it had to be honestly. A small part of me died when that draft suddenly vanished into thin air, it was so infuriating.

But all is well that ends well.

Speaking of ending, i think this chapter also marks the half way point. I think this fanfiction will maybe have 6 parts in total, but it depends if I feel like writing an epilogue or not.

Until then, I wish you a pleasant day/evening, and hope you'll stay tuned for the next part.

-Elio

[mooncalvin]

Across the hall (pt. 2)

Summary: just George and you getting to know each other a bit better.

Warnings: pure smut. Choking kink, Dom!George, and much more.

Words: 4k

A/n: I'll leave this here and go back to my cave. I just finished uni and now I have much more time for writing so let's just see how it goes. Hope you like this very much!

A few days later you two meet at the same caffee of the last time.

“So what about Georgie?”

You flush once again “I mean, he is really nice, I don’t really know much about him”

“It’s not like you have to know an awful lot of someone to want to fuck them” she stated “By the way, I think he likes you too, we went to see him on Tuesday and he couldn’t shut up about you and your paintings, and he isn’t really an artsy guy, you know?”

“But before this , he barely even looked at my direction, I’m sure he didn’t even know I existed” 

“Girl! The only reason I went for sugar to your house is because he said you looked nice and didn’t want to go by himself, we weren’t even baking a cake” her answer took you by surprise.

“Lily!”

You kept talking to her as the days went by, you were more similar than what you would’ve thought. But he wouldn’t stop bringing up George, dead-set on getting you two together.

You haven’t seen him since the last interaction at your apartment one week ago. So you were surprised when you saw him knocking at your door.

“Hi” you greeted him, failing to hide your smile “is there anything you need”.

“Not really” he answered “I thought it was only fair to invite you for coffee at my place since you invited me the other day.” he proposed to you shyly.

“Sure I would love to,” you said enthusiastically.

You walked to his flat, very different from yours, sober and modern style, almost impersonal, probably because he has recently moved in. You smiled when you saw some of his helmets and pictures of a much younger him from when he was in the lower racing categories. 

“You were cute here” he smiled as a red layer covered his cheeks.

“Well, do you want to sit down? I can put on a movie or something while I prepare the drinks” he muttered.

“Yeah, sure”. After a while he returns and sits next to you, fairly close to you, but not enough. Neither of you started a conversation at first, feeling a bit awkward. It’s him who breaks the silence.

“How is your artwork coming?” you turn to him to answer.

“I finished the piece I was working on when you visited, now I’m working on a personal piece.” he hummed and turned his gaze to the tv. A while after, you turn your head to discover him already looking at you. This man has to be interested in you, right? The looks he’s been giving to you since you’ve entered his apartment screaming “I’m thinking about fucking you right now”. He wouldn’t be smirking and staring at you if he didn’t want to sleep with you. But were you going to act on it? Hell no.

“So, you are a formula one driver” you stated.

“I am indeed” he answered.

“And how is it?” you asked, genuinely curious about it.

“Well, I’ve been racing all my life and formula one is the top of racing, so it feels like an actual dream but it also has its flaws. I don’t really like all of the press stuff and how paparazzis and magazines intrude into your private life, ” he said. You bite your lip while listening to him.

“If you don’t stop biting your lip like that I don't know how much more I could control myself” he mutters so quietly that you almost can’t hear him, but you do. Your eyes go wide as you freeze, watching how he licks his lips as he approaches you “God I want to fuck you so bad.”

All the breath leaves your body, heat rushing to your core. Your cheeks are bright red, heart shaking as you look at him. 

He actually wants you. He wants to fuck you.

All you can do is look at him, muttering a quiet “George…” Before he is leaning over you, body pressing against yours, lips so close that you can feel his hot breath, hands gripping your chin. You can feel the slight hardness poking at your stomach so you look down briefly before looking into his eyes again. 

George’s blue eyes stare into yours, watching your every movement. Your lips are practically brushing each other. And his hand goes to your hip, pressing you close to him. A moan escapes your mouth before his lips are fully into yours, silencing you. 

It takes you a second to respond to the kiss. But then you feel his lips move against your and follow, kissing him with passion. Your hands come up to hold onto him. One pressing against his cheek and the other on the back of his head, so you can run it through his hair. He presses you harder against him as his other hand goes to your hair tugging it, leaving your neck uncovered, so he can start to kiss it and bite it.

He lets out a little moan when you pull his hair to bring your lips together again. 

One of his hands moves up to your neck, wrapping around it and adding a light pressure. You take his bottom lip with your teeth , pulling back and biting down lightly before pulling away from his lips entirely.

He stares down at you, hand wrapped around your neck as you pant and whine, legs wrapped around him squeezing while you attempt to grind into him.

“Do you like it rough sweet girl?” A laugh escapes him, fingers pressing into your throat a little tighter for a moment, you moan out, nodding your head.

Right now you feel like you’ve never before, relinquishing all your control to George as your mind goes fuzzy and your pussy gets wetter.

Both of you moan when George grinds his cock straight into you, the friction scratching right against your clit.

He buries his head into your neck befores going upwars, his mouth coming to rest beside your ear.

“I’m going to take you into my room and I’m going to eat this pussy before fucking you raw. Is that alright darling?” your pussy clenches as  and your head is nodding before he grabs you under your thighs and picks you up, walking through his apartment towards his bedroom.   

You bounce on the bed when he throws you down, giggling while you lay there and stare at him.

He stands at the end of the bed, tall and imposing.

You watch as he takes off his t-shirt, his body skinny but full of muscle, wanting nothing more than to rip the rest of his clothes, but he is quicker as he grabs your legs and slides you down the bed.

“Do you want this sweetheart?” he stares down at you with a smirk, palming his erection through his trousers. You glance at him, nodding your head. “Words, darling”

“Yes,” you mutter.

“Yes what? Your eyebrows furrow, and you take a moment comprehending what you heard before you realise. 

“Yes sir” you practically moan.

He lets out a groan at your words, hands rushing to undo your belt and take off your trousers, sliding them down your legs, leaving you in only your panties.

You’re grateful that you didn't choose to wear your teddy bear panties, maybe you knew that something like this could happen.

George moans when he sees your soaked underwear, a hand reaching your covered pussy. You whine and move your hips up, only hoping that he would do something else. “George…” Suddenly he is rushing to pull your pants down your legs, spreading them and throwing them over his shoulders as he kneels in front of you.

You lay there in anticipation as George lays open mouthed kisses on your thighs. He continues to tease you, coming closer to your core before moving away. Your whine at the teasing.

“So desperate for me, aren’t you?” When you look down at him, he’s still looking at you, lips puffy from all the kisses you shared. “If you beg me I might just consider going further love” he says before nipping the skin of your thigh. 

Your legs tighten around his head “Please, George, please, I need it so bad”. He scoffs against your leg, a hand going up to caress your ass gently, before laying a smack onto it, making your hips buck into him.

“I don’t think I remember what I told you to call me, was it that?” He says sharply.

“Please sir…” you let out another whine as he licks a strip up your pussy, getting the attention you needed.

“You taste so good, sweet girl” he says before diving back and running his tongue all the way to your clit, sucking it.

You moan out, and your hands fly to tangle in his hair and pull. He lets out a moan and brings an arm to hold your hips down, continuing his duty.

You cannot stop moaning, a pressure building up your lower stomach as he continues with his torment.

He fucks you with his tongue, his nose digging into your clit, one of his hands harshly gripping onto your thighs as they rest on his shoulders. All you can do is look down and watch him, eyes almost closed because of the pleasure.

His hand releases your leg and comes to your pussy, one of your fingers sliding into it, making your grip on his hair tighten. 

He puts another one not long after, curving both of them, hitting the spot that makes you see stars. He pulls his face away from you for a moment, his fingers still fucking you as he looks up at you, his chin covered in your slick. Your walls clench around his fingers, making him let out a laugh, motivating him to do it harder.

“Such a dirty little whore, aren’t you?” you tighten around his fingers as he says it, making him laugh again “You like that, don’t you? My little slut” you let out a moan indicating that you are going to come soon.

“I-I’m going to come” you stutter, not being able to form a coherent sentence.

“Yeah baby? Are you going to soak my fingers like the dirty girl you are?” you feel as he adds a third one, stretching you.

You moan as a confirmation, and he leans down again, sucking you hard as he continues pounding his fingers into you.

You feel your stomach pull tighter, as your release comes, moaning his name as you cum. Your legs shake, back arching as the pleasure invades you. That doesn’t make him stop, as he continues licking you through your orgasm.

He pulls away from your pussy, and lets his hand to his mouth, tasting your release as he lets out a moan.

He stands up fully, towering over you once again as you lay in bed, recovering from the orgasm that has just hit you.

You come back to earth as you feel him grab your waist and hike you up the bed, resting your head on one of the pillows that lies there. Then he dives down to connect your lips and your hands go up to wrap around his shoulders, nails digging into them. You continue to kiss as he grinds his erection over your pussy. You shake at the overstimulation, whining when his lips leave your mouth. You open your eyes to see him hovering over you, smirk on his face.

“From the moment I saw you I knew I had to ruin you” he says, eyes dark with lust. You moan at his words.

“Please fuck me George” you mutter, pulling him back down and kissing him fiercely. He pins your wrists to the bed, taking control.

He pulls away, releasing your arms and pulling you up so he can pull your shirt off, admiring your breasts in your bra before removing it. He pushes you back down and starts laying kisses across your chest until he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it lightly and pinching the other one with his hand. You moan, your hips grinding on him and hands on his hair as he continues to lap at your breasts, switching between them.

He pulls away and stares at you for a moment, “I’m going to fuck you so hard” he says before pulling away undoing his pants so he can push them and his underwear down, revealing his cock to you.

He’s actually bigger than you expected, precum dripping from his tip. You can’t help but moan at the sight as your legs open on their own, almost like a reflex, exposing yourself to him again.

He laughs at your eagerness. “You don’t mind if I fuck you raw, do you, love?” you shake your head quickly.

“Please I need to feel you inside me” You whine, becoming desperate for him. He smirks at you as he climbs the bed, crawling on top of you, getting himself between your legs, dragging his cock across your wet folds, making you leave a moan as he brushes your clit.

He grabs your legs, pushing them up slightly as he holds himself up on top of you, guiding the tip to your hole, pushing it slightly.

Both of you moan, your back arched at the feeling and your eyes closed. But they shoot open when you feel George wrapping one of his hands around your throat, adding a light pressure “that’s right babygirl” he whispers “keep your eyes open for me”.

Then he begins pushing in, your walls squeezing him as you struggle to keep your eyes open, gasping.

He mumbles a “fuck” and keeps pushing in, hand squeezing your throat slightly.

“Oh George…” you whine when he bottoms out, him fully inside you.

The feeling is just amazing. The stretch of his dick and the feeling of his hand around your throat sends you into a state of bliss, making you struggle to keep your eyes open.

George is not much better, his eyes are also closed as he refrains himself not to start pounding into you like some kind of animal, wanting to give you a second to adjust to his size before fucking you fully.

His eyes are open when he hears you mutter a little “please”. And he looks at your face as you stare up at him, begging him to move and fuck you.

He doesn’t waste a second, pulling out of you before sliding back in.

You both moan at the same time and he begins pushing in and out of your cunt, picking up his pace.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your hands come to grab his wrist as he continues to choke you, slowing your breathing in the most delightful way.

The coil is back on your stomach, this time faster than before. The feeling of his cock pushing against your walls is just as good as you had imagined, maybe even better.

You stare up at him as he pounds into you, his pace picking up as your eyes catch his. He slides the hand that was at your throat down your body until it reaches your clit, rubbing it.

“Open your mouth” he suddenly says. You can’t help but be confused, not really understanding why you should open your mouth, but you do it anyway. You watch as he spits in your mouth. “Swallow it”. You do it immediately, your pussy squeezing as he lets out a “good girl” after.

He lets out another moan before pulling out of you.

You whine at the emptiness, hands going to his arms before he’s grabbing you and flipping you over onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and pitching them up, hips in the air and face buried in the pillows.

George grabs onto your ass, kneading it before leaning down and biting you, spanking you after you let a little moan. “You’re just the perfect girl for me”. You hear him mutter before his hands go to your hips and he starts pushing his cock into you again, making you moan happily.

Now he goes pounding into you, pace fast and rough as he fucks you into the bed.

His cock glides in and out of you, the occasional smack on your ass as you moan out.

You feel so close to coming. “Harder George please!”, you call out, painting and gripping onto the sheets tight as his trusts get harder.

He grabs your hair, pulling until you’re leaning up on your knees, your back to his chest, hitting deeper with each thrust. You moan together, and you turn your face to his, your lips connecting in a sloppy but passionate kiss. Your hand cradles his head, the other grabbing his side, as he continues to fuck up into you.

You feel the coil tighten and tighten, bringing you closer to relief. And as if he had read your mind, George’s hand comes to your clit, making you cum all over him.

You moan loudly, body trembling as he continues to fuck you, your hand pullin his hair tightly, even louder when you feel the heat of his cum fill you as he comes inside of you, his own moans mixing with yours as he connects your lips again.

You keep kissing as you come down from your highs. Breaths steadying when you pull away from each other.

You stare into his eyes as he stares into yours, the both of you panting. A smile makes its way into your lips, one forming in his no long after. One of his hands comes to cradle the back of your head, pulling you into him to kiss you again.

He then slowly pulls his cock out of your pussy, making you whine at the feeling, already missing him. He gives you a short peck and helps you lay down on the bed before pulling away from you entirely.

“I’ll come back in a moment, love” he says. You nod and close your eyes as you feel the exhaustion creepin into you.

You don’t even know how long it went until George gets back. You feel him spread your legs a little before a wet cloth is cleaning away the cum that pools your pussy. You half open your eyes and watch him, a dizzy smile on your face at his caring actions.

He glances at you when he’s done, climbing back into bed next to you.

He pulls you into him, pulling you to rest onto his chest. You wrap your arm around him, squeezing harder when you hear his heart beating faster.

You feel him lean down and press a kiss to your head, sighing in contentment at the moment.

After what could have been hours but were just a few minutes settling after your littler encounter, you pull away from him a little bit, leaning up as you look at him, him looking back at you. A small smile rests on his face, and you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips, humming with joy as his lips press back.

When you pull away you look back at him.

It’s now or never.

“Would you go on a date with me?” you ask him, anxiety crippling.

He can’t help but laugh at your question.

“I’d love to go on a date with you”.

Taglist: @mysticalnightenthusiast @vildetry06 @rens-daylight

[jynxpsiche]

Like a love story

💌. Summary: simple headcanons of tangerine meeting you and gradually falling in love.

💌. Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, fluff, canon gore, swearing, (y/n) used one or twice, grammar and spelling error.

🍋. Lemon’s speaking

🍊. Tangerine’s speaking

🍓. Reader’s speaking

how you meet❣️

• it was early in the morning when you arrived at the caffee, being called by your friend for covering her shif in the early morning since she was shit-faced from a last night’s party.

• it wasn’t a big deal, even if that meant waking earlier than usual. You were just trying to help a friend out.

• there weren’t many clients early in the morning, mostly runners or some students with an upcoming exam. Shifts like these never stressed you.

• while you were checking the inventory, the bell upon the door belled, meaning a new customer entered the caffee.

• it was Lemon, a regular customer. Most of the times he would come late at night, when usually your normal shift would end. It was quite rarely for him to show up so early.

• also he wasn’t alone. A tall man with long curly hair and a moustache stood behind him a wrinkled face.

🍋. “Hello strawberry, how ya doin’ today?”

🍓. “Hi, I’m fine. What about you? Everything’s good?”

The man nodded in response, only after a mumbled curse from the other man Lemon acknowledged his presence.

🍋. “Strawberry, I want ya to meet my brother, Tangerine. Tan, she’s (Y/n).”

You waved lightly at the man with a small smile on your face.

• when Tangerine met your gaze, he knew he was fucked. He thought you were glowing or something when you waved at him.

• he didn’t answer back but only nodded briefly his head, trying to keep his cool.

• obviously he received a strange look from his brother.

• tangerine observed closely how you and his brother chatted lively, like to close friends meeting up after a long time.

• his gaze was fixated on your figure and he noticed how your eyes lit up during the entire conversation or how a dimple appeared when you smiled.

• he thought you were really cute.

🍓. “Here’s the usual Lemon. It was nice seeing you again.”

🍋. “The pleasure’s mine, strawberry.”

🍓. “Oh! It was nice meeting you too, Tangerine. I hope we can be friends!”

Again, no words came out from the man’s mouth. His blue eyes met yours and he acknowledged your proposal with a straight face.

• ok now you probably hated him.

• but it wasn’t his faul! He panicked and that never happened to him.

• once they left the caffee, his brother shooted questions at him about his strange behaviour.

• Lemon was right: he has never been this quiet.

🍋. “I wasn’t going to say it, but you have a big fat crush.”

🍊. “Shut the hell up!”

how he asked you out❣️

• after that first encounter, you noticed how frequently the other twin, the tall one, came to the caffe.

• most of the times during your shifts.

• and most of the times…alone.

• at first the only words you two exchanged were necessary for him to order and for you to ensure a good service.

• it was…awkward.

• you noticed from his eyes how he wanted to start a proper conversation, but something invisible held him back everytime.

• Tangerine knew he was making a fool of himself.

• he tried to forget you, to force himself to avoid that place, but every. fucking. time. he was drawn by an invisible force to you.

• it was like you casted a spell on him. And he hated it.

• he hated the furious beats of his heart when he thought of you.

• he hated your sweet giggles.

• and most of all he hated that stupid dimple that appeared on your stupid face everytime you smiled.

• you were driving him insane.

• but one day he made up his mind. He decided to try to start a real conversation with you.

🍋. “I told you you were head over heels for her.”

🍊. “I’m fucking not. I just wanna seem kind.”

🍋. “Yeah. Kind. Because you like her.”

🍊. “I’m gonna smash your head through a fucking wall if ya don’t shut the fuck up!”

• so a nervous Tangerine entered the shop.

• it was 7pm and he noticed how the shop wasn’t so full. Maybe luck was on his side.

• you immediately noticed him and a big smile plastered on your face.

• Tangerine’s heart beat faster at that sight and a slight blush crept up his cheeks.

• he approached your figure at the counter and confidently he opened his mouth, ready to start a conversation.

• but we guess luck wasn’t fully on his side that day.

• a group of armed thieves suddenly entered the shop and pointed their guns at the customers and at the staff.

• scared whimpers echoed through the shop. With a quick motion Tangerine landed and crouched behind the counter near your scared figure.

🍊. “It’s alright love, nothing is going to happen to you.”

• and he was damn sure about his statement.

• without using his gun, Tangerine fought the thieves also with the help of metal trays and glasses.

• he didn’t want to scare you more.

• once he was done he returned behind the counter and a sigh of relief left his mouth when he noticed your figure still there.

• but he couldn’t accept how furiously your figure was trembling.

🍓. “Tan-Tangerine?”

Your soft voice came out as a whisper, but it was laced with terror.

Tangerine’s figure crouched next yours and he placed his hands on your shoulders, sweetly caressing them.

🍊. “Yes, it’s me. Are you okay love? Are you hurt somewhere?”

At his questions, you only shook you head in a ‘no’ motion.

🍓. “It was you who stopped them?”

🍊. “Yes love, it was me. I’m sorry if I scared ya.”

Again, you disagreed with him.

🍓. “I thought you were really cool and I could never thank you enough for saving me.”

A light chuckled left his lips and his strong arms engulfed you in a tight embrace. You could clearly smell his cologne and feel his moustache tickle your forehead.

The man stayed in that position and simply left light kisses on your forehead, as a way to calm you down. Or that’s what he told himself.

🍊. “How about a dinner? That would be the perfect way to thank me.”

🍓. “Dinner it is.”

who said ‘I love you’ first❣️

• after that first date, many more followed.

• the first time he took you to a fancy restaurant, and the best part was the dress HE bought for YOU.

• even if at first you were slightly uncomfortable in that type of environment, he immediately made you feel at ease.

• you loved his accent and mostly his kindness towards you. He showed his gentle side only to you.

🍊. “I’m really glad ya accepted to go on a date with me, love.”

🍓. “When your brother introduced you, I wanted to get to know you better.”

• not only fancy dates but also late night drivings!

• he absolutely loved to show off his insanely driving skill and also his spectacular cars.

• expect a lot of gifts from this man, he’s trade to be your sugar daddy.

• ok maybe he already is.

🍊. “Saw this and thought of you.”

🍓. “Oh Tan, you didn’t have to.”

🍊. “Everything for you love.”

• I see him as the type to slow dance with you only when you are alone.

• in a field, in your/his apartment, in a desert street.

• he may not be the best dancer, but for you he would do anything.

• Tangerine never stops talking to his brother about you. And now Lemon regrets introducing you to him.

🍋. “It’s the millionth time that you tell me how beautiful she is.”

🍊. “So ya fuckin’ know how I feel when you won’t shut the fuck about Thomas, dont’cha?”

• please please please tell him how gorgeous he looks in his suit.

• he tries to be as prepared as possible when meeting you. He wants you to think he looks handsome just like he thinks you are marvellous.

• sometimes you catch him stealing a bracelet or a ring from someone just to gift it to you.

🍓. “Tangerine.”

🍊. “Yes love?”

🍓. “You know I don’t need that right?”

🍊. “I think it looks better on you.”

🍓. “Give it back, Tan.”

The curly-haired man sighed loudly and approached a woman with a tight smile. Clearly irritated.

🍊. “Ma’am, I think ya dropped this.”

• once he decided to take you to another fancy restaurant with a terrace.

• he indeed booked not only the table, but the entire terrace just for you two.

• he bought you your favourite flowers.

• and for this date he chose matching outfits.

• he wants to show others that you were his.

• the night was perfect.

• well…for 10 minutes and 34 seconds.

• suddenly a group of men surrounded your table and in a blink you found yourself under the table while Tangerine fought against them.

• this time he used the gun.

🍊. “CLOSE YOUR EYES LOVE AND COVER YOUR EARS!”

🍓. “Please be careful!”

• he loved how you cared about him.

• once the fight was done, your eyes immediately fell on Tangerine’s bloody figure.

• you knew most of the blood wasn’t his, but you couldn’t be not preoccupied.

• his blue eyes met yours and they widen in shock.

• he hadn’t had the time to open his mouth when your figure embraced his torso.

🍊. “I’m fine darling. I’ll always be.”

🍓. “I know you’re fine, but please next time be more careful. You’re still bleeding from your shoulder.”

• ah yes, you didn’t miss his wound.

• all Tangerine needs right now is to have you near him. He craves you.

• he was scared he would have lost you.

• he knew you were smart enough to protect yourself, but faith was unpredictable.

• Tangerine could not bare to lose you.

🍋. “Alright lovebirds, let’s get out of here.”

🍊. “What the fuck are ya doing here?”

🍋. “(Y/n) texted me.”

You flashed him an innocent bit not so innocent smile.

• Lemon drove you two to your apartment.

• you made sure Tangerine was comfortable enough and then you started treating his wound.

• it was uncharacteristically from Tangerine to be so silent.

• but he couldn’t help but focus his attention on your concentrated face.

🍊. “I love you.”

• he blurted that out.

• and he could believe his ears.

• he knew he loved you after your second date but obviously thought it was too early to say it.

• your delicate fingers froze mid air and your eyes locked with his.

🍓. “You really mean it?”

🍊. “With all my heart.”

[lovelywongie]

Yandere Nana headcanons

Okay so she is a very romantic type of person generally, as yandere she is romantic as well but she is getting a little more traits, she is devoted to you, you want to go to the karaoke date night? Oh my god she will be so excited to do that!! You want to go study in caffee? She will buy you coffee there.

Definitly she is unstable mentally lol, don't get me wrong, she won't hurt you much but she will get furious a little with you when you make her jealous.

Protective and paranoid, she is so afraid that something will happen to you or she might lose you and she is not letting that to happen.

For sure you are going to be kidnap by her, sorry but honestly those features are making her to keep you safe and only to herself.

Honestly she will buy the apartment in the centrum of Tokyo, you know those Aesthetic houses in the city and she is surely hoping that you won't try to escape because then she would be scrued but in her point of view she's giving you everything that you could think of, and being honest she is giving you everything: food, water, higine product, clothes, games, things to keep you doing your hobby, books, nice view from window. (YES THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT)

CATS.

Like come on she is prepared for everything to just keep you in home. You aren't really getting social interiactions with other people and she is happy with that, you only need her and her only.

Yeah as I said you are going to be 24\7 at home with your two cats (you can already think a name for them lol), she thinks that dogs are very unpractical cuz you can't walk them out if you are being in home.

SHE WOULD BE SO FLATTERED WHEN YOU WOULD COOK FOR HER, but she doesn't expect that from you.

[femme4ngel]

coffee with mbappe ✩

𐐪♡𐑂 summary: you have a horrible day and call your best friend, kylian. you can always count on him.

𐐪♡𐑂 pure fluff, can be seen as platonic or romantic ( reader refers to mbappe as their bestfriend)

𐐪♡𐑂 pairing: kylian mbappe x fem reader

after a stressed day you call your best friend, the one you can always count on. kylian. he picks up immediately, he asks about your day, his kind voice melting your heart immediately. you whine and tell him about the horrible weather, your mean boss, the rude costumers, all that went wrong with your day. as you talk you can feel tears rolling down your face. you sniff, trying to vipe away the tears with the sleeve of your hoodie hoping kylian didn’t hear your shakey voice. but he does, and tells you to put on something comfortable and meet him in front of your apartment in 5 minutes.

- oh okay, im just going to put on sweatpants is that okay? or should i wear something prettier?

you ask not wanting to embarrass him if you go to somewhere fancy. ( plus the cameras are always on kylian and whoever hes with wherever he goes)

- noo, sweatpants are perfect! im bringing you my big paris hoodie, i know you love. no one will see us, i promise amour. just be ready!

he sends you kisses trough the phone and hangs up. you sit on your bed confused for a second, but then you think about it rationally and realize that going out with kylian will be the best remedy for this awful day. so you get ready, wash your face, spray on some bodymist and put on a simple pair of sweatpants with a black shirt. you grab your coat and phone, close the apartment and go downstairs, waiting for your best friend on the side of the street. kylian arrives just in a minute, he gets out of the taxi and steps up to you. he takes your hand into his, squeezing you into a tight hug.

- where are we going ky? im really tired, im sorry. i had such a bad day and..-

he looks at you kindly with joy and sparkles in his eyes.

- its okay, amour we aren’t going anywhere far. just hang on for a little, you’ll see ill make your day so much better!

you smile back at him nodding and the two of you start walking through the streets of paris. the paparazzi somehow doesn’t bother you, you keep looking around but no-one seems to care about you and kylian embracing eachother. ( maybe his disguise consisting of a black hoodie and cap is actually working) he guides you through isolated parts of the city, lonely houses, abandoned buildings with plants growing on their walls, narrow alley’s with small stairs. you walk in silence but its not uncomfortable, you feel at peace with him by your side. after crossing under a small bridge you arrive at your destination. its a beautiful small coffeehouse, its walls are built from old rocks and brown wood, the windows are painted glass with church like decorations. the house has a little terrace with a few people sitting at elegant white tables sipping on their drinks. kylian looks at you;

- see cherie? i told you id make your day better!

- oh kyky, this is so beautiful! iv never been here before, iv never even heard about it!

you look at him with a surprising adoring look. you think about how special this place must be for him, how hidden it is. you wonder if he comes here often, if he runs away from the crowd and strangers to this little miraculous paradise.

- thank you kylian, really i.. thank you.

you smile at him, trying to make him realize how grateful for him you truly are.

- you are so welcome y/n. i’m glad i have you in my life, and i’m glad you will now also know about this place. maybe it will provide you a similar comfort as it does for me.

he says, answering your unasked questions.

you spend the rest of the evening in the caffee drinking teas after teas, trying out every flavor they have. no one harasses kylian, the waiters seem to know him but they just treat him like everyone else. kylian listens to you as you tell him about your horrible day again, then he tells dumb funny things from his day. how neymar and him pranked his other teammates, how he scored at practice or how he didn’t score and actually fell on his butt on the pitch. you laugh for hours, your cheeks hurting from the constant smiling. he truly is your best friend, capable of making you forget anything that hurts, anything that worries you. and you just hope you can provide him the same kind of support and love, always standing by his side. the night ends with kylian in your bed as the big spoon, with you in his arms, in his paris hoodie snoring peacefully.

[frostyreturns]

Some advice for sci fi writers about choosing names for stuff from a frequent reader of sci fi.

Unless you are Tolkien and want to invent your own language...One of the problems when writing sci fi/fantasy is that you need to balance the feeling of alien otherworldliness with coherence and recognizability. So you have a few options when trying to choose a name for something. I'll use the example of Coffee...you want your characters to be drinking some kind of coffee like beverage but what do you call it.

Option 1: Just call it coffee, you sacrifice the other world feeling but you get perfect recognizability, it probably doesnt make sense that they'd have the same name for it but fuck it.

Option 2: Use the name coffee but change one letter to communicate that it's different but basically the same, call it a cup of Caffee or coffeine it will feel kind of alien but people will know what you mean. This is personally the choice I hate the most and runs the risk of just sounding needlessly silly and depending on what the word is it still might be confusing to people. Don't use this option it reads as lazy and uncreative and it's how you end up with "jizz music" being a thing in the Star Wars canon.

Option 3: invent a brand new wildly different name for it. Call it a cup of braxjao or something and just make sure the letters you slapped together don't mean anthing else. This has the inverse problem of option 1 you sacrifice clarity for a feeling of otherworldliness. You'll either have to over explain what it is to get the reader to understand...oh thats their version of coffee...or you'll have a confused reader, neither is great.

Option 4: Go with a mix of conceptual and literal and call it something that can be understood in english where the name tells you exactly what it is without using the word coffee. Like call it stim-tea which communicates that it's a hot brewed beverage that acts as a stimulant. It's different, makes sense and doesn't sacrifice clarity... this is in my opinion your best bet 9/10 times.

[lyledebeast]

Someone more well-versed in Jason Isaacs Studies than me may point out where I’m wrong. but when people point to The Patriot as the launch point of Jason Iaacs’ villain-playing career, I have to disagree.

He played antagonists and morally shady characters earlier. Dragonheart (1996) and Dangerous Lady (1995) are two that come to mind, but it wasn’t until after this role that he started playing villains who are . . . what’s the word I want? . . . fuckable.

Which is kind of hilarious because the movie also offered its audience a well-established middle-aged heartthrob (Mel Gibson) and a burgeoning young one (Heath Ledger) who play heroes (who are, you know, actually interested in women), yet so many women of different ages saw this movie and went “Okay, but . . . the British bitch in the slutty shirt . . . I want to see more of him.  More movies: less clothing.”

Will Tavington flirted menacingly so Captain Hook could show off his tits as well as his prosthesis, so Michael Caffee could haul around an assortment of slender and flexible love interests, and so Isaacs himself could complain in this interview from 2011 about Jackson Brodie being seen as a sex symbol, like that was something new.

Surely, this is not what anyone involved in The Patriot expected.  Despite the title of what may be his worst movie of all, Mel Gibson and the filmmakers who cast him have no idea what women want.

[hxzxrdous]

Heyy, nice to talk again. So, summer break started and I’m afraid it’s getting bad again. Self-neglect is such a hard thing to deal with, like isn’t taking care of oneself supposed to be easier ??

Anyway, any tips not to end up bed rotting?

love ya

-☂️

Hiii, babyyy ☂️ !! <3333

Hmmm if I have any tipsss I would say remember the nice feeling you have when you take care of yourself, I would also suggest you might try to listen to music you that like while showering/brushing your teeth etc. Let me know and I can share my playlist that puts me into good mood.

As for bed rotting ask yourself if it's really the thing that brings you comfort and pleasure. If it's not try something else. For example go to the caffee in the morning either with a friend/family friend or alon or grab an ice cream :)) go as many times as possible and at the end you will get used to it so much it will become your daily thing.

If this is a too big step for you just try to shower/do your makeup as if you're going somewhere when actually you're not. Go play a videogame or something :). Try to trick your brain. I found out when I do my makeup I get more motivaton to go out because I want people to see my makeup :)).

I get bored very quickly, my boredom is my motivation too so I drag my brother to go out.

I hope it'll help you, dear ☂️ love you too, sending hugs 🧡

[blankspacebye]

I Don’t Need You to Survive, But Sometimes I Do Miss You

Just like how the fog turned hazy this morning, in no time you would leave my memories too.

I don't miss you anymore, but sometimes I wonder, did you ever think of me when you saw our favorite ice cream being displayed in the store near your home that used to be our sweet treats? Well, life was getting better, much better than I ever expected it would be. I no longer cry just because I smell your perfume between the crowds of our familiar caffee. My heart no longer turned blue just because I heard your favorite song being played randomly on the radio. Things finally came back to their place.

Though my head still could picture your figure sitting in my living room, or when I wearing my Eiger jacket that you bought after your first payroll for LSP, I no longer cried because of it. Or when I suddenly recalled the memory of you tracking mud in Bromo Rest on a rainy day in February or March? Oh, my heart no longer grieved at it anymore.

I never told anyone the whole story, and I bet you never told anyone that once you ever loved me too. You were the picture I hung on my phone wallpaper while I was just busy to work. Now I wonder, did you ever really love me in the first place?

The trees already changed their color this morning as it was getting windy here. The yellow leaves kinda reminded me of the day we sat in the car during our trip while listening to Reality Club and Adithya Sofyan and Fiersa Besari and Hal and Sal and Yahya and (ugh, there's too much). I didn't want to turn back time anymore, there was no what-if in my head anymore. I could embrace the memory with a lighter heart now.

But sometimes I just miss the thought of being loved. I sometimes just miss the day when I thought I was loved by you. The idea of being loved and being in love kinda made my heart lighter at some points. It was nice to have something to find when I was lost. It was nice to have someone to call when me myself draining.

I didn't need you to survive. My memories of you started to fade away and you've blown it this time. You are out of sight and I finally passed the storms you brought to my life on the day I left you without meeting and you left me with all the dramas that she made. The real unsaid goodbyes, the unsent messages, I no longer grieve on them anymore. Just like how the fog turned hazy this morning, in no time you would leave my memories too.

P.S. well I don't need closure from whoever you are. Cause once I find it done and the end of this path, I'll take it. And it was closure.

Love, L.

[satorugojooo]

A/n: I just love this idea and yes, when I found out that alhaitham is the acting grand sage I started screaming and blushing and all that, my friends couldn't calm me down at all. Anyways I hope that you will enjoy these headcanons and scenario 🤭

So since Alhaitham became acting grand sage he needed a trusty assistant, and you were the best choice

You also finished your academiya studies at the Darshan Spantamad, and you were one of the smartest students the academiya ever had.

Working with Alhaitham was, more challenging than you thought of course

This man isn't social okay, we found out that he doesn't like socializing a lot and that's true

So if your also like him, welcome to the club ig, if you are like him he will love the peace and quiet that you two share, and he will know exactly how to cheer you up with something happens

But if your the "sun" type of person he's definitely moon, and you two will get along just as well

I can see Kaveh rolling his eyes at how such a genius person could work around a man like Alhaitham

But you won't actually admit that part of why you enjoy working so much with Alhaitham is also because you start to catch feelings for him

You know how unprofessional that is, and well, to say at least you also know how he puts rationality before feelings, so confession would really be a no

But Alhaitham isn't all that shy you know, I can see him ask you out so randomly, and then you both go to puspa caffee to enjoy a nice drink and maybe some desserts as well

The whole caffee its confused how on earth the acting grand sage and his mighty assistant are there, but you two really don't care about them

"So I hope that your enjoying yourself Y/n, you really did a great job today with all those documents." Alhaitham said as he took a sip from his coffee.

"Ah yes I'm feeling very good sir, thank you for the opportunity to have a drink with you." you said and he just shook his head.

"No need to take me with 'sir', after all we both are around the same age Y/n." he said and you nodded.

"Okay, I just have the tendency to call you sir since your a very important figure in the academiya, sorry." you said with a smile and he just nodded.

"No need to be sorry, and as much as I am a figure in the academiya are you too as well, after all not everyone can become my assistant." he said and you felt a blush creep up on your cheeks.

You quickly took a sip from your drink of choice hoping that he won't see your blush.

"Thank you, it really means a lot." you said and he nodded.

"Well you know, usually I'm the rational guy and I'm sure that you heard this too." he said and you looked at him.

"Yes but I don't see anything wrong with that, sometimes it's good to be rational, and you did save sumeru with rationality so." you hummed and he showed a small smile.

"Indeed, but it's also harder for me to express my true feelings if I think rationally, and I want to tell you that I invited you here because you peeked my interest, and I would like to know you more if that's possible." as he finished talking he looked at you only to see a blushing mess with your hands slightly shaking.

"W-wait you meant it?" you asked and he nodded.

"No need to be nervous Y/n, and if your not interested in me that's fine as well." he said and you nodded.

"Ah no! I mean... No, that's not the case, because I would love to get to know you more as well since I took a liking on you." you said and he smiled.

"I'm glad to hear that, so how about I walk you home after we're done? It's not really safe to go home at night all alone taking the fact that any monster could be hiding around." he said and you nodded.

"That would be very good, thank you Alhaitham." you said and he smiled.

Later, as you exited the caffee you started your way to your home. As you were walking trough the dark streets you passed trough an area with no lights. As you walked next to alhaitham you heard something in a bush. As you kept walking you just saw something jumping in front of you both. You got so scared that you jumped near alhaitham and he grabbed you by the waist so you wouldn't fall.

"Eeeekkk!!"you managed to yelp as you looked in front of you only to see... A cat.

"Oh... It's just a cat, but are you alright, got you pretty scared Hm?" he said in a soft way and you nodded flustered. When you remembered in what a position you were you quickly took your hands off alhaitham and he took his hands from your waist. He coughed a little and you looked away.

"Uhm, sorry for that, I really didn't expect a cat to jump like that right in the middle of the night..." you said and he just shook his head.

"Don't worry, Im glad that you didn't get more scared and you didn't harm yourself." he said as you both continued your way to your home. When you finally arrived in front of your house you looked at him.

"Well, I had a really good time, thank you Alhaitham." you smiled and he nodded.

"Yes I did too, I will see you tomorrow at work th-." he said and before he could finish you quickly kissed his cheek and ran inside.

"then... He continued as he looked where you were just, some seconds ago. He touched his cheek where you kissed him and he smiled.

"You will be the end of me for sure..." he said as he started walking away to his own home till he saw a familiar person coming his way.

"And what are you doing here in the middle of the night?" he asked the newcomer with his arms crossed.

"Pff says the one who's staring at a door in the middle of the night, and they still picked you as acting grand sage my gods. Anyways, I'm looking for you actually." Kaveh said rolling his eyes.

"Whatever for?"

"Well, seems like I couldn't find my keys in the morning and turns out that someone took them with himself." he said and alhaitham took his keys only to see that a Kaveh was right, Alhaitham had both his silver and green colored key and kaveh's lion shaped key.

"Okay okay let's go home then." Alhaitham said walking away with Kaveh.

Y/n kept watching the two leave in the distance while giggling. Those two were totally helpless.

Guys... alhaitham is actually the acting grand sage... yall thinking what I'm thinking 👀

Grand sage!Alhaitham x assistant reader you gonna volunteer to write it or give headcanons plz

[topgunruinedme]

Love your Beau likes & dislikes post. I'm excited about more Sugar daddy Cyclone writing. What's the age difference between him and his boo?? What pet names do they have for each other?

Beau “Cyclone” Simpson || 0.2

Beau is 43 when they meet, she’s 24; theres a 19 year age gap between the two of them. Much to Beau’s concern, she didn’t care about the age difference.

Despite Beau being confident for the first two months that she was way out of his league, she stuck by him.

For the first few weeks they started, getting to know each other and despite the obvious signs, Beau stayed a gentleman.

I fully believe that Beaus own insecurity of being too old for her made him oblivious to the fact she was pretty much throwing herself at him.

So oblivious the stage at the cafe staff had a bet on how long it would take.

It took another few weeks for the walks outside the usual caffee meet up started.

It was only then. When she pulled him into the ally by the carfully ironed prepels of his button down shirt and kissed him with all her might. That he relished.

Let’s just say that they both left the alleyway a bit more disgruntled then when they entered it.

One of the cofe staff received a lot of money that day.

Nothing happened of cause beside the occasional kiss and hand holding, until Beau took her on at least 5 dates. He was very firm on the rule.

The first date was a night out at a restaurant on the pier, watching the sunset. (God dam it Beau how much more romantic could you get?).

The second was her choice, she chose a picknic. Something he hadn’t done since he was a child.

The thired was a scavenger hunt through the city. Something Beau found more fun then he first brelived watching her face light up when he guessed the clues correctly. He was not ashamed to admit she solved most of the puzzles.

The forth in payback of the last day she picked a pottery class. Much to her amusement, Beau was absolutely hopeless at keeping it standing upright. The dam thing seamed to sloop and lay over the moment he turned his gaze away from it. Unfortunately despite his grinding teeth it was not a live person he could bite into.

The fifth and final date was a simple walk in the dark. While it hadn’t intended to be a date, Beau was scheduled to leave for the next few weeks on a navy conference and he had wanted to see her one last time before he left.

Needless to say if his mother ever asked, it had been the fifth date. She would have boxed him around the ears for taking her to bed before one.

He missed her greatly when he was gone, calling as often as he could. Anxious to see her again, soemthing he hasn’t felt towards someone for a very long time. The feeling of missing someone was forgin to Beau, he had not had somebody to care and miss since the academy all those years ago.

He calls her everything under the sun, baby, honey, darling. The affectionate ones then theirs the ones they reserve for the bedroom, minx, brat, baby girl.

She returns the favour, honey bug, show boy, big boy, and her favourite beautiful - she loved that it played on his name. Once she called him daddy just to be a tease; he railed her harder then ever before.

It’s safe to say that one stuck.

Beau calls her by nicknames so often that it took Solomon Bates 8 months to figure out her name, admittedly after she introduced herself to him.

Solomon loves her, he loves to tease Beau about the love bites he attempts to hide under his collar. However when Beau returns that favour, Solomon was very flushed.

They tell each other everything Beau would die before he lied to her. Every deployment he told her everything he could, bending some rules to do so. She understood he couldn’t tell him everything, all she wanted to know is if he would be safe.

Every time he’s deployed (which is less now since he’s airboss) they both go through a checklist, updating the will, paying bills in advance, the essentials.

Beau is very financially responsible, by the time he hit 30 had had half a million in a savings account. He has taught her the same, her own savings racking up just in case.

He loves to spoil her but one thing he will not move on is the bills, he won’t let her pay them. He pays of f her school loans and she becomes a freelance painter and writer.

She loves it, and he loves that she’s happy.

The only thing they could add now is a baby….

[hanemyak]

COME ALIVE

Pairing: Sano Shinichiro x Fem!Reader

↳ in which Mikey takes Izana to met someone important to their older brother and things got complicated.

↳ WARNINGS: none

↳ Gender: fluff, angst

↳ Inspired: Your babies by @cottonkendi

Izana followed Mikey around. He didn't knew how his younger brother knew who he really was and what convinced him that it's a good idea to walk around with him all alone. He was sure Mikey was powerful, but Izana liked to play dirty and he could have take average by the fact that they're alone this time. But something told him to wait and see what the blond one it's up to.

"So, are you gonna tell me where are you taking me? Just because I decided to wait till the tomorrow fight doesn't mean that I could not kill you here and now If I got the right motivation" he said, his sly smile never leaving his face. If someone saw that smile, he could have swore it was a genuine one.

Mikey pressed his index finger to his lips and stopped his tracks. Izana was even more confused when his brother pointed the same finger on a woman. She wore a white shirt and a long skirt tgat reached her ankles. A little girl, with pale skin black orbs and long black hair hand on her harm, I the other holding a sunflower.

"What?" he then asked.

"That little girl... doesn't she looks familiar to you at all?" Mikey asked and Izana took a few more steps forward, taking a closer look at the little girl. She smiley as her, probably, mother who placed a vessel with sunflowers on a table. He noticed that it was a library-caffee. Turning back to the little girl, he felt a little ping in his chest as he remembers her smile from somewhere.

"When Shinichiro died there were a lot of things that he didn't got to tell us" Mikey then said and placed his warm palm over his older brother's shoulder. "As a brother he made many mistakes. He didn't let me met you and he didn't got to tell us he was about to settle down. When I found out it was to late" he continued. "But he did all of this things while thinking of us. I found out Y/n-san was pregnant in four months and half when Shin died. We have a niece, brother and it's time for you to also meet her" he said and Izana straightened his posture. "You may be mad at Shinichiro, but it doesn't matter if you are blood or not. You'll always be our family. Come on now. Miwa is exited to meet you." Mikey said and started walking again, while waving his hand.

"Uncle Izana" the little girl yelled and let go of her mother's hand, jumping straight into Izana's hands. He looked at Mikey and got the answer in his expression. Mikey told her they are coming and told her who he was. "Uncle Mikey told me you were studying very very far away" Miwa said and Izana smiled, nodding at her statement even through it wasn't true at all, but it was irelevant now.

"Miwa, don't be like that to your uncle. Why don't you go with Uncle Mikey and me and Izana will come in a bit?" Y/s said and her daughter accepted, dragging Mikey inside the library while Y/n made a gesture of sitting to Izana who placed himself on a chair in front of the woman. She was around 26, quite young. "You may have some questions, right?"

He did. So why hide. If the woman was willing to answer him, he wasn't going to step back even through he thought that answers were irelevant in a time like that, when he was already lost.

"Was my brother gonna marry you?"

"We were planning to. Especially after we found out about Miwa"

"This is why that night he work more? So he can provided you two?"

"No"

With every question, Izana felt anger boiling into his soul. Why he should not resent this woman?

"That night he was planing to arrange the place so he can take you, Emma and Mikey there. It was supposed to be a special day for him. It was also about to announce the arriving of Miwa, but this wasn't the big matter that time" she placed her hands on the table and lowered her head. "Shinichiro wanted to bring you happiness and found the right time to let you and Mikey met. When he made sure both of you will actually like a little bit each other"

"I...Mikey-"

"There is no one's fault. It was something that no one could've expected or prevented. It was sad, the night when I found out my fiancé was dead and I was left alone. After year of dating, not even Mieky knew about us and we didn't even hide our relationship. It's funny." she said and his eyes eyes her fingers. On her left hand, it was placed an golden ring with a beautiful diamond. He could've easily tell it was a fake diamond and he was sure she knew that too. She did seem to care anyway. "But I am grateful that I got to spend all my days with him and he gifted me with this little sunshine. She made me lived in happiness, bit I can't deny the fact that that piece meant to him is still empty"

"Don't you plan on dating again? You're quite young." he asked. He felt a compassion to her, but Izana couldn't warmed up to her yet.

"I don't think so. I am happy now and, honestly, I can't love someone else half as much as I love Shinichiro."

"Miss Y/n, what's yours and Miwa's name?"

"Sano"

Miwa placed herself into Izana's arms and, not even after an hour, she didn't seem to let him go away. She just stood there, telling him about her school friends, how she liked to be like her daddy and how she wanted to go with him to Philippines. Miwa sure was talkative. Just like Shinichiro.

"Sweetheart, your uncles need to go and you need to go to sleep. It's already dark outside and tomorrow you'll be tired" Y/n said.

"But mommy, I want uncle Izana to stay more. What if he'll leave soon?"

"Izana won't leave anymore" Mikey said, smiling at the little girl. "He came to stay with us this time"

It wasn't true, but, for some reason, Izana felt a warm feeling in his chest while holding his niece and watching his brother interact with her. He then made a decision. He'll give Mikey a chance to prove him it was worth all this time and he'll see later.

When they left, Izana put his arm around Mikey's shoulder and told him about Kisaki's plan and Emma's implication. There was no war the next day, if you don't count the typical battle Kisaki put on and Takemichi's tears in it. But hey, Izana found someone closer like Shinchiro, has a family and have became spoiling his niece a little too much.

[alustriel-the-star]

After brake up : Itachi x Fem!Reader

Summary: How would you comfort someone after brake up? How would you feel hearing him open up his heart to you?

Warning: Modern AU , mild cursing all rest is safe :) enjoy reading

You two had volley ball practice every weekend. This one would be the same. You packed your cloth to change and went to trainig grounds . There you just waited for Itachi to come. You were friends since you were small kids. And that friendship was still strong.

Your mobile rang on screen was Itachi's name he was calling. That was strange did something happened?

"Hey Itachi did something happened?"

His voice over phone sounded tired and weird, somehow you knew something isn't right.

"If you don't mind I would like to cancel our practice weekend. I just came to your house. Can you please come back. I will be waiting you in the car. I want to talk with you"

"Fine I will then just walk back" You said before hanging up. You could not help it but feel a bit annoyed. He could at least tell you earlier. He sounded to you like he was giving excuses.

When you got home he was sitting on the stairs infront the door. Dear God what has he done? You gasped from surprise and he lifted his head looking at you. He cut short his beautiful balck hair. It was like looking at stranger. Back of the neck where always was his low tied ponytail, all gone. There were now short strainds barely covering nape of his neck. His hair was cut into a mushroom, only his bangs remained. He stuck a piece of bangs to his ear before looking at you.

(artist 干した柿)

"Hey y/n I am so sorry for putting you through all this. But can we go inside please" He was asked making apologetic face.

You got inside he took his spot on sofa patiently waiting till you make coffee and took your spot next to him. He let out tired sigh.

"Well where should I start. I wanted to call you earlier but some stuff happened with Amaya" He sighed again taking sip of the coffee. "A lot of happened."

"I can see that. By your behavior and by your hair. But I am here for you, you know that"

He smiled flicking your forehead. "Thank you for understanding. That means a lot to me . Our friendship always meant a lot ot me. And I'll make it up to you for all this trouble."

He was beating around the bushes. But you know you can't rush him, if you do he will just shut into himself. He was the most emotional men you ever knew.

"I can't believe it! You found that phone mask you were so obsessed with." He commented excited when he saw back of your phone, that was now decorated with your favorite anime character.

"Yes I did. I found it over internet after I dragged you trough every single phone store in town" You remebered that unfortunate day. And his whining that he can't take it anymore. He took you for lunch and drink after. Your favorite pizza caffee. He knew you were upset when even pizza tastet awful for you that day.

"Yes but I think it's now my turn to take you to that pizza Itachi"

"Nah. Better let me make you those corolful dangos again. You liked them a lot. And making them puts my mind at ease." He sighed again.

"Itachi will you now tell me what is going on? What troubles you?"

He nodded as yes and took blanket that was folded on sofa. He covered you both snuggling himself next to you.

"Mhmm..you are so warm, and so nice to me I could stay like this forever. Just to comfort myself and forget about all the rest of the world. You remeber back then when we were kids. We used to cuddle all the time like this and you never complained."

"Why should I? It puts my mind at ease to see that you still find comfort in me as I do in you" You replied.

"It's not fair you know? I feel like I am using you in this moment. Amaya dumped me." He finally said what troubuled him sobadly. You kinda felt happy about it. So that is why he was suffering, but you were happy that he is single again. What's wrong with you? Caressing his short hair you just softly sighed.

"Even today I am canceling everything and you are not mad on me or anything. Amaya said some thing that made me think a lot . That made me cut my hair too."

You wanted to say what that dumb bitch said. But you didn't you just continued to hold him caressing his hair.

"What she said to you Itachi?"

What she could say to put him in this state?

"She said that I don't love her anymore. That I am in love with someone else, and that this person is also in love with me."

You asked who. "It doesen't even matter . What bothers me the most is that she is right cause when she broke up with me I felt nothing. No sorrow about it nothing. I just felt like I got out of cage. That is why as punishment I cut my hair. How could I not feel nothing? How could I drag on this relationship just to have it?"

You sighed saying I am sorry there was nothing else you could say.

"It isn't your fault. But I have a question for you. Do you..do you like me?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I do" You replied confindently.

"No not like that I mean not as a friend. I meant as a boyfriend" Itachi lifted from your hold facing you. He wanted answer his eyes were searching your face, his eyes eager to hear answer.

"Please just be honest with me alright"

"Yes Itachi I do like you more then I should. I do have feeling for you." You were honest. Your heart would always beat faster near him. You would always get jealoys on girls who were flirting with him. And you never ever liked any of his girlfriends.

"Why you never said anything? How long you were gulping you feelings down your throat?"

You just shrugged your shoulders looking away. Did it matter when love for a friend turned into something more?

He took your chin between his fingers making you look at him.

"I am sorry for doing this to us for not noticing your feelings or mine. For quite a while now.. I noticed that I was looking forward more to our meetings and hanging outs then to going out with my girlfriend"

He continued to speak. "I feel like at home when you hold me like this. And I started to nice things about you that I never considered before. The spark in your eyes , the shine of yor hair when is caressed by the sun. Your smiles everytime you smiled my heart would just jump in my throat. "

He held your face, his palms on your cheeks, and he kissed you. Small sigh hicked up in your throat. He stopped loooking to your face but now you leaned in kissig him back. He made sutisfuing soft moan kissing you back with passion.

He breathed out as he pressed you between him and sofa.

"Fuck.." He breathed out as he pressed you between him and sofa.

"I love you...and I think I always had loved only you"

[uraandri]

ok but now for a more serious review of the movie. i would give it a 7.5/10. it has a weak start; we get a very in media res introduction to the situation which i usually like but i don't think it was done very well here as the movie struggles to set the tone properly but later transitions into a really good satire of the current serbian film landscape. however there is one major issue with the movie that makes me not want to rate it at all and that's okanović's character in the movie. he's playing a guy who's pretending to be a mentally disabled waiter which he uses as an exuse to get close to people at the party and pickpocket them. now, whithin the context of the movie that references a lot of actors' previous roles, you could say that this character is an inversion of okanović's most famous portrayal of sin dragan from the tv show selo gori a baba se češlja in which he plays a guy who is in some way at least a little bit stunted in developement. i don't remember much about the character as it's been a while but he was purposefully made to be an odd one out; we are meant to recognize him as "not normal" (wheather he is meant to be autistic or stunted in developemnt or something else entierly, i don't know). this has lead to okanović not having an all that easy of a time breaking away from that role as most people know him only as sin dragan, so his character in this movie could be a reference to that. it being an inversion fits the theme of the movie as the relationship between mićalović's and bosiljčić's characters is a direct inversion of what the audience is used to; usually the two of them play charcters madly in love, fighting destiny to be with eachother. okanović's role could also be a commentary of the current trend (i am hesitant to call it that but the word does fit) of restaurant and caffee owners employing mentally disabled individuals as a sort of charitable attempt at giving these people a chance at a normal life. wheather or not these real life individuals are actually paid well or are just further exploited i don't know, but even if they are paid well it's obvious just how many of these employements are used as a way to bolster the owner's reputation and help promote these restaurants. so, okanović's character could be a way to show us just how much the producer (played by mima karadžić) doesn't actually care about him as his son very quickly figures out that the waiter is not actually disabled. therefore, this charachter could be understood as a critique of these bussiness owners, and the character of the producer, and their false charity. HOWEVER, with all that said and with all the grace you could give this movie, it is still a fact that the only mentally disabled character in this movie is just somebody pretending to be mentally disabled so that they could easily rob people. i don't think i have to explain the implications of that as how many people, who already have not that great of an opinion about disabled people, will go home and go "see, these people know what's it like on the inside, and if they decided to include this character, then how many times did it turn out that all these mentally disabled people were just pretending to be that so that they could take advantage of us". i do think it was the former case, given how the movie deals with other themes and previous actors' roles but i think it is very badly done and prevents this movie from being a relatively good satire

jana bjelica koja šamara ivana bosiljčića je najbolja stvar u ovom filmu. to i kadrovi