#i've settled into the bar now so i want to get this cafe job + hopefully move out before classes start again

[lon3]

second job interview on tuesday...

[marikosenwrites]

karasuno boys - dating headcanons (pt. 2)!

a/n: finally part two i've been procrastinating this for like ages (at least a week or two) and enjoy!!

characters: hinata shouyou, kageyama tobio, tanaka ryuunosuke, sugawara koushi (suga-san🥹), sawamura daichi, tsukishima kei (TSUKKI🥹) [pt. 1], yamaguchi tadashi, takeda ittetsu (just me and one of my favorites), ukai keishin [and in that order] {pt.2}

pt. 1 || pt. 2

gn!reader

↳ ❝ [ 山口忠　YAMAGUCHI TADASHI ] ¡! ❞

-oh my goodness YOU SCORED THIS BOY??

-so innocent must be protected at ALL costs

-this boy confesses first ofc ofc

-kei helped >:D

-like "yamaguchi, you should blah blah blah" and stuff

-eventually you went on your first date which was a cafe date (this is new)

-ordered a pumpkin spice latte haha typical warm drink for yamaguchi i'd say

-HE GOT MILK ON HIS FACE AND YOU HAD TO TAKE A PICTURE OF HIM

-better get comfortable because you can't get rid of him anytime soon

-calls you his darling and you call him love

-yes yes sappy nicknames i get it i get it

-clings onto you if you guys have the time

-loves accompanying you to your class if you guys are in separate classes

-if not? always at your desk when there's free time

-kisses are so fluffy <3

↳ ❝ [ 武田一鉄　TAKEDA ITTETSU ] ¡! ❞

-he's protecting you now

-you have to be delulu and imagine yourself being a teacher at karasuno or a friend of his

-i mean you can be a total stranger that he met on the streets or at a bar or some shit (OK I NEED TO WRITE A FIC ON THAT) (REMIND ME)

-omg dude is he head over heels for you

-he confesses first (PROBABLY WHEN HE'S DRUNK OR SMTH)

-first date is uhhhhh (GIVE ME TIME) UHHHH AH YES LET'S GO WITH ICE SKATING

-i feel like ittetsu would be just average in ice skating

-if you're good then you would be helping him and if you're bad he's the one helping you

-you guys end up having dinner together too

-MAYBE ALSO A FEW DRINKS

-and he (kind of drunkenly) accompanies you back home

-like "bye byee, have a good night" and leaves for his own house

-texts you when he arrives home

-his text no. 1: "i just got home :) did you have a fun date?"

-no. 2: "i would love to meet up again some time soon for a second one!"

-no. 3: "IF YOU WANT TO OF COURSE"

-ofc you want to or else why are you here (I MEAN YOU COULD BE HERE FOR YAMAGUCHI OR UKAI)

-would be on first name basis after a while tbh

-HE IS UNDERRATED.

↳ ❝ [ 烏養繋心　UKAI KEISHIN ] ¡! ❞

-you're probably one of the karasuno alumni who's friends with him

-or a teacher

-or a frequented customer who has been missing his presence at the store because he's been coaching most of the time

-in this case i feel like you'd be the one doing all the confessing

-it's an instinct thing

-in which he takes time considering, since his jobs requires a lot of time and effort

-after about three to four days, he finally texts your number you left on the note you gave him

-"about your offer," he starts off, "can we set a date for it? i need to see if there's practice."

-"ah, don't worry about it!" came your response. "can we settle for the weekend? i have work."

-"i'll check with my mom later. 6-8 pm for now?"

-"sure, i'll hear from you later, ukai-san."

-eventually sets it at that date and you guys have a dinner date at a bar <333

-you both don't bother dressing up- it's a bar??

-like ittetsu, he's a gentleman

ending notes: TELL ME IF YOU WANT MORE KARASUNO CHARACTERS! gonna make my 50 followers even THEN the nsfw

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[cryley]

Petrichor - Part 1

matty healy x reader (fluff) word count: 2.4k A/N: (moved from @cryley-fics where it was originally posted) ♡ Helloooo, it's Ry. This is actually the first fic I've posted on tumblr and also the first fic I've written in 7ish years. I've recently been yanked back into my 1975 obsession and literally can't stop thinking about Matty, so I decided to write again. Please please please be kind since I am v rusty with my writing ♡ ▹ masterlist ▹ part 1 ▹ part 2 ▹ part 3 ▹ part 4 ▹ part 5

I quickly brushed my hands off onto my apron before walking to the back room. Glancing at my watch, I groaned. It was too early to be awake. Well, I didn’t feel awake, but I tried my hardest to appear coherent. My eyes scanned the shelf full of metallic-looking bags until I found the one I needed. 

“Didn’t expect to see you here this early.”

“Good morning to you too, Atlas.” Grabbing the full bag of espresso beans, I chuckled. “I requested this afternoon off.”

Pushing my way back through the swinging door, I plopped the bag on the counter. The cafe was really quiet in the mornings before we opened. It was nice to see it this way before the rush of equally tired people waiting to get their dose of beans.

“Well if you ever want to switch permanently to mornings, I can maybe convince Lansen.” Atlas stood at the end of the counter tying his apron around his waist. 

I liked working the afternoon shifts, but it is nice working morning shifts when you end your shift at noon. Yeah, waking up at 3 am to get ready for work is the least fun thing to do in the world, but it beats retail. 

I shrugged and continued filling the machine with the beans, “When you’re done clocking in, can you finish setting up while I count in the back?”

Looking over to Atlas, he nodded. He didn’t mind staying out front all morning if I’d let him. Paperwork was his enemy. 

We were both some of the only shift leaders at this cafe. Most employees were either underage, newer hires, or simply just didn’t want the responsibility. Atlas was a very charismatic people-person who is perfect for customer interaction while I was…well let’s just say I liked doing back-of-house paperwork. 

Walking over to my side, he bumped my shoulder to give me the queue that he will take over. Before pushing past the door, I switched on the speakers and put on the “manager-approved playlist” which mostly just consisted of repetitive weird piano and smooth jazz.

I placed the register drawers on the desk and got to counting. My head bobbed to the awkward sound of cups clanging and off tempo trumpet. Checking the clock on the office wall, I stood up and sighed.

Jamming the drawers back into the registers, I heard Atlas humming to the speaker’s music. He always seemed too happy in the mornings. I watched him lightly dance around behind the bar as he made iced tea.

“Going to the restroom quickly before we open in 10.”

I untied my already somewhat messy apron and placed it behind the counter before walking off. The bathroom was well-lit and clean. Thankfully the closers did their job yesterday without me around. 

My tired reflection stared back at me in the mirror. In a rush, I could only manage to throw a beanie over my blonde hair and had to skip the contacts today. I pulled off my round wire-framed glasses to give them one last clean before inevitably becoming covered in splashes of coffee during my shift. I already couldn’t wait to go home and shower.

“Got any plans this weekend?” Atlas questioned as I placed my apron carefully back around my waist. 

I grabbed the keys to unlock the front door, “Going to that show I told you about last week.”

“Oh yeah! I forgot that was today. Makes sense now why you are working a morning shift.” He ran his fingers through his messy brown hair while looking at his reflection on a spoon. 

I rolled my eyes and settled into my usual spot behind the espresso machine. Atlas didn’t mind handling the register. More people to make conversation with.

A couple groups of customers came in over the next couple of hours. Most of them left with coffee to go, but some of the regular visitors made themselves comfortable at their usual tables. Atlas and I would sometimes switch positions with me at the register, but he would often chuckle at my fake chipper small talk, so I would make him switch back with me. 

“Hey Y/N! Hey Atlas!”

I finished my last cappuccino for the small crowd of customers and peered over my shoulder.

“Morning Lindsay.” I smiled, grabbing a rag to clean the counters, “Can you take over the bar for me so Atlas can take his break?”

She nodded as I stood behind the register. Atlas lazily saluted to me before disappearing to the back room. 

Lindsay started to clean and organize the drink area while I emptied the old pot of dark roast, so I could brew a fresh batch. It was nice to breathe for a second after the morning rush of customers subsided. 

“I’m going to go get some more beans from the back. Did you need anything?” Lindsay skipped over to the door while her ponytail twirled behind her. 

My finger tapped BREW, “No, I don’t think so. Thank you though Lin.”

I turned back to the register to check the time, 10 am. Only two hours left and I can leave for the week. I decided to use my time off this week after the concert because I never seem to have a reason to take vacations throughout the year otherwise. At least this week I might be able to take a trip somewhere after I recover from the show. 

The cafe seemed to quiet down until the sound of the door closed. I looked out at the now pouring down rain I didn’t realize started during my shift. A man shook off his dark umbrella before walking up to the counter. He had his head down, putting the umbrella away in his bag. He was a bit taller than me and dressed in a long black coat. It was open just enough to see his forest green distressed sweater over top of a white shirt. 

“Good morning.” The man mumbled in an unfamiliar voice.

It almost sounded like he spoke in an accent, but you couldn’t put your finger on it since it was so low and mumbled. 

“Good morning. What can I get for you?” I fidgeted my fingers, tracing over the tattoos on my arm. 

“Uh, a dark roast please.”

He was definitely British. 

I looked up from my hand tracing over the ink on my skin, “I actually just started brewing a fresh pot of dark roast. If you grab a seat at a table, I can bring it to you when it’s finished if you’d like?”

My eyes finally met his. Oh god. I know this man.

His brown eyes stared back at me. The sides of his mouth curled up to form a slight smile.

“Yeah, I’ll be here for a bit. I have some work to do, so it probably won’t be my last cup either.” His hand raised to his curly brown hair to push it out of his face. 

I finally broke eye contact to turn towards the pot of brewing coffee, “It’ll probably be about 5 minutes. Would you like anything to eat? It’s on the house.”

The dark-haired man cocked his head to the side raising his eyebrows, “Well I would love a scone.”

“I’ll bring it to you.”

He pulled out his phone and tapped it to the reader to pay for the coffee, “Thanks.” 

I definitely knew who this man was. I didn’t think I’d be seeing him before tonight. 

I grabbed the scone from the bakery case and placed it onto a plate using some tongs while the man found a seat at the table closest to the front window. I watched him as he took off his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair. He just started to settle down into his spot when I placed the plate on his table.

He cheekily smiled up at me with a wink, “Thank you, love.”

I flirtily winked back at him before heading to check on the brew. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked behind the counter. 

Atlas emerged from the back and placed his apron back on. I checked the clock and replaced the now empty apron hook with my own apron.

“Let me make myself a drink quickly and deliver this man his dark roast before I go on my break.”

Atlas nodded and began to take a couple of lingering orders at the till. 

As I finished pouring myself a hot tea, the dark roast was finally finished. I smiled back at the man at the corner table and realized his eyes never left me. A cup in each hand, I made my way back to the familiar face. 

“Here’s your dark roast.” I placed the cup gently on the table as I glanced down at his tattoos, “Did you need any cream or sugar?”

He caught me glancing and rolled up his sleeves to show off the art, “No thank you, love. I prefer it as is.”

“Nice meeting you, Matty. Enjoy your coffee.”

The man took a break from sipping his drink to look back in my direction. His eyes met mine once more as I blushed through a smile. 

I turned and made my way over to my usual couch in the opposite corner in front of the cafe. I usually took my breaks out on the floor since the back office didn’t get service at all. I could use the hour to catch up on emails. At least I would try to start catching up on emails until I undoubtingly get distracted from my crush sitting opposite me. Placing my tea on the coffee table to save my spot, I rushed to the back to grab my phone and headphones.

“Do you know that guy or something?” Lindsay followed me into the back.

A giggle escaped my mouth, “Not exactly. Just indirectly, I guess.”

She side-eyed me with a cheeky look before grabbing a refill of vanilla sweetener and heading back through the door. 

I could feel the heat rising to my face. Shoving my headphones in my ears, I decided to check the mirror in the office before returning to my tea. Man, I looked terrible. When I had dreamed of meeting Matty before, I didn’t look like I had been run over by a van. Managing to straighten my hair out as much as possible, I took a deep breath and made my way back out to the cafe. Pulling out my phone, I navigated to my music.

“On break” I mumbled over to the others while still staring down at my phone. 

My feet carried me over to the familiar maroon couch until an unfamiliar sight was sat in my spot. Matty. 

“Sorry,” He smirked, “were you going to sit here?”

Speechless, I picked up my tea, “It’s okay. I can sit somewhere e-”

“I’m joking!” He scooted over to the other end of the couch away from the window, “Come sit with me. I could use the company.”

“Didn’t you have work you wanted to get done?”

“It can wait.” He took another sip of his coffee. 

Without much hesitation, I shuffled my way into my seat realizing it was a lot closer to him than it had seemed. I blushed and picked up my tea, eager to take a sip. 

“So you obviously know who I am. Will you tell me about you?” He nudged my shoulder with his own. 

I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, “My name is Y/N.”

“Lovely name.”

I smiled, “And after work today, I’ll be getting ready to go to your show.”

“Oh, are you not one of those people who wait outside for hours and hours?” He takes a long sip of his drink, still not breaking eye contact. 

I’m the one to break it first as I look down at my hands and chuckle, “unfortunately I could only get stadium seating. GA was impossible to snag.”

“Oh yeah?”

“And expensive as fuck.” I rolled my eyes at him. 

“Okay, well that isn’t exactly our fault.”

I gave him an accusing look and shrugged. 

“Hey! I promise it isn’t our fault!” He laughed while leaning into my side, “Anyway, you shouldn’t accuse someone of lying when they could get you a side-stage view of your favorite band.”

His body leaning into mine felt like fire flowing through me. He was just a normal person like everyone else. I usually didn’t feel nervous when meeting famous people before. I used to meet loads of my favorite artists back when I went to shows more frequently. Maybe because I was just caught off guard in “the wild”?

“You’re telling me that you could get me side-stage tickets to Phoebe Bridgers?”

He matched my smirk, “Hah Hah. Very funny. I meant my band.”

“Bold of you to assume the 1975 is my favorite band.” I sipped my tea. 

“Your tattoo gave it away.” He lightly grabbed my arm in one hand and pointed with the other. 

I had a lot of tattoos on my arm, but in between some of the larger pieces I had a little box with the words “modernity has failed us” in scribbled writing. 

I immediately blushed. Not just from him noticing my 1975 tattoo, but mostly from the grasp he had on my arm. He rubbed his thumb over the scribbled words decorating my skin. 

“You have a lot of other cool ones too, but I think this is my favorite.” He winked. 

“So uh,” I tried not to stumble over my words, “what else do you want to know about me?”

“A lot actually. I have time.”

“Well, I only have 40 minutes left on my break.” I gestured with my free hand to the clock. 

He let go of my arm to rummage through his bag. I really wished he hadn’t let go. It felt cold and lonely without his warm thumb brushing over my skin. 

“That settles it then,” he handed me his phone, “can I have your number?”

My heart dropped. Is he serious right now? Even if I give him my number, it’s not like he is actually going to reach out to me. 

I take his phone and type my number into the field. I saw that he had already added my name at the top. Y/N (cute barista). 

[vilentia]

The Cafe Romance

Ron Weasley x reader

Ron Weasley had always imagined that life after the second wizarding war would be easier. But the truth was that things were far from simple. The war had taken a toll on everyone, especially those who had fought in it. They had seen and experienced things that had changed them forever. They were now trying to adapt to a world that was no longer in a state of war, which was not an easy thing to do.

He had expected to continue dating Hermione Granger, his girlfriend since their Hogwarts days. But as they started to settle into the real world, they began to realize that their expectations of their relationship were entirely different. Ron wanted to focus on settling down, finding a job, and starting a family, whereas Hermione wanted to continue her education and pursue her career goals. Ron felt that he had already done enough fighting and wanted to focus on the quieter aspects of life, while Hermione felt that there was still work to be done to make the world a better place. Additionally, they also had different personalities and communication styles, which led to misunderstandings and arguments. They had come to an amicable decision to end their relationship.

One day, while out for a walk in the heart of London, you stumbled upon a quaint little cafe that you had never noticed before. You decided to go in and ordered a coffee, settling down at the bar to enjoy your drink.

Meanwhile, Ron was also at the cafe, sitting at the bar and staring off into space. He had been feeling lost and aimless since his breakup with Hermione and had decided to take a walk to clear his head. When he saw you walk in, he couldn't help but notice you. You were beautiful, with a bright smile and sparkling eyes that seemed to light up the room.

As you settled in, you couldn't help but notice Ron, who was sitting just a few seats away. You recognized him immediately from the many articles and pictures in the Daily Prophet. You felt a little starstruck but tried to act casual and not draw too much attention to yourself.

For a while, neither of you said anything. You were both lost in your own thoughts, sipping your drinks and staring off into space. But eventually, Ron worked up the courage to strike up a conversation with you. You started talking about the weather, but soon the conversation moved on to your interests, likes, and dislikes. You talked about everything from books to music, and before you knew it, hours had passed.

It wasn't until later that you revealed to Ron that you were a witch, something he hadn't suspected before. He was pleasantly surprised and felt even more drawn to you now that he knew you shared a similar background.

Despite the undeniable chemistry between you, Ron refused to admit that he had feelings for you. He was still trying to come to terms with his breakup with Hermione and didn't want to rush into anything new. However, the more time he spent with you, the more he realized that he was falling for you.

One day, while sitting at the same café where you had first met, you asked Ron what he was thinking. Ron had been feeling nervous all day, wondering how he would tell you how he felt about you. When you asked him what he was thinking, he knew that it was the perfect opportunity to finally confess his feelings.

He took a deep breath and looked straight into your eyes. "I think I'm falling in love with you," he said, his voice shaking a little. He couldn't believe he had said it, but he also knew that it was the truth.

Your eyes widened, and you looked a little surprised, but also incredibly happy. You put your hand on his, and your touch sent shivers down Ron's spine. "I've been waiting for you to say that," you said, your smile reaching your eyes.

Ron's heart swelled with happiness. He couldn't believe that you felt the same way. You had been spending so much time together, getting to know each other, and it had all led to this moment.

"I know we've only been seeing each other for a short time," Ron continued, "but I can't imagine not having you in my life. You make everything feel so much better, and I can't help but feel like we were meant to meet."

You leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. "I feel the same way," you said. "I don't know what the future holds, but I know that I want to be with you."

Ron felt like he was on top of the world. For the first time in a long time, he felt like everything was falling into place.

From that moment on, Ron and your relationship flourished. You went on adventures, explored new places, and laughed together. Ron had always imagined that life after the second wizarding war would be easier. But he realized that it wasn't about things being easy; it was about finding the right person to got through life with. And in you, Ron had found his forever.

[lamuradex]

Stitches of the Mind: Professional Synopsis

A while back (like nearly two years now, Jesus!) I got a professional edit of Stitches of the Mind done. It cost me more than a grand, and I've had to edit it myself since, but they also threw in a professional synopsis for a nominal fee.

I thought it might be fun for me to post that here. So, here is what a professional editor wrote as the synopsis for Stitches of the Mind.

Set in small-town England, Stitches of the Mind is a novel that will keep readers on the edge of their seat, dropped into a cauldron of tension. Meadowhurst is like many small English towns, where everybody knows everybody and nothing stays secret for long. Detective Dennis Calson, having just moved from the big city, is just settling in to his new job when his Inspector puts him in charge of the Penny Willows Murders, a series of unsolved killings presently terrorizing Meadowhurst. Tammy, Rhianne, Jacqueline, and Rebecca formed four-fifths of a friend group. They would get together, go to bars, clubs, or cafes, and just generally were involved in each others’ lives. They became close with other family members, like the teenage sisters of Rhianne and Jacqueline, who were themselves friends. The lives of these women were turned upside down with the disappearance and subsequent murderous reign of the fifth member of their cohort: Penny Willows. Dennis begins his investigation, interviewing the women in turn. We discover that they have all, to various degrees, withdrawn from life in the town. The subsequent murder of Rebecca forces them even further within themselves. The women all react differently. Jaqueline throws herself into work on her family farm while Tammy tries to help as much as she can with the investigation. For Rhianne, on the other hand, the events create an entirely different outcome. At first as a coping mechanism, Rhianne creates a life-size mannequin decorated to look like Penny, for whom she has been harbouring latent romantic feelings. As time progresses, the doll begins to take on a life of its own, which leads the women to question whether what they see happening is actually real. Building to a furious climax, Stitches of the Mind will unsettle, wrong-foot, and ultimately satisfy readers, while still leaving them wanting to know more about how life in this seemingly idyllic went so, so wrong.

I still wonder if I got a bit ripped off by the editors, but the feedback I was given was pretty useful. I've also since had to write my own synopsis for a writing competition, so I might post that too at some point.

[moroneur]

Wishing upon shooting stars

this oneshot's a little angsty :o Characters here are YOU, Fellswap Gold Sans (Wine), Underfell Sans, and Sans undertale (breifly mentioned)

It’s been a year since you and Wine started dating. You always thought that things have been going alright in your relationship. From passionate nights in a hotel room, walks in the park, to him only having time to cuddle with you, and eventually not having any time to spend with you at all. But you’re pretty sure that's normal in a relationship; things die down a bit overtime, there's nothing wrong with that. Wine’s just been busy with work. He always came home late, having already eaten dinner. You understood. You were just glad he had enough time to celebrate your anniversary today.

At least, you hoped he had. You’ve been excusing yourself to Grillby from ordering until your boyfriend arrives. …It's been almost ten minutes now. The warm feeling of the pub had long left, the chilling feeling of loneliness bothering you again. Had Wine forgotten about this event? You hoped not, you texted him this morning to remind him of tonight’s planned event.. Your worries were drowned out when a familiar grunt was heard from the main doors of the pub. The loneliness had yet to fade away completely. 

Wine, in all his fashionable glory, walked towards your bar stool, an unimpressed expression settled on his face(skull). He sternly greets you, most likely unhappy with the eatery you've chosen—He’s always preferred more fancy and glamorous restaurants. He sits next to you and orders the best wine the pub can offer, not really sparing you a glance. You decide to kick off a conversation. 

“So, how was your day today, dear?” You lean on the bar to take a better look at the skeleton, a pleasant smile making its way onto your face. “IT.. HAS BEEN BUSY, YES.” he sighs out of frustration. You feel a pang of guilt in your chest — you really didn't mean to make him remember his shitty job. “It doesn’t look like you haven't been resting enough, Wine. Should we return home… call it a day? We could watch a movie. There's one that I've been dying to see, and I think you’ll like it.” You really didn’t want to, but you wanted this date to be comfortable and enjoyable to the both of you. “DON’T BOTHER… DEAR… HUMAN. YOU’VE CLEARLY BEEN VERY EXCITED FOR THIS OUTING.” You nod, grateful that all of that effort into your outfit won’t go in vain. The night continues seemingly normally. You were telling Wine some fun stories you experienced, already embracing the warm atmosphere of Grillby’s. He was focusing on what you were saying by staring at a wall or looking over the crowd, though occasionally he nodded or hummed, which you’ve gotten used to.

You decide to ask about Coffee, Wine’s younger brother. He enjoyed talking about him often. Your interest and curiosity grew as Wine fondly spoke of his brother, yet he never let you see him. He did show you pictures of his precious bro as a baby bones, and even met him in a cafe (accidentally in secret). He was accompanied by two very bulky-looking guards, but that didn’t scare you off, and in the end, you managed to get his phone number! You’ve been chatting online ever since. 

Wine narrows his eye(sockets) at you. What he was about to say goes unheard, the doors opening catches his attention. It was a group. Two skeleton monsters accompanied by a human woman. They come near, she sits down next to Wine, the others take a seat next to her. They order. Your boyfriend watches them throughout the whole thing. You’re confused. “Um..” He looks back at you. “MY APOLOGIES, WHAT WAS THE QUESTION?” You blink. What's so interesting about a group going to sit down at a bar that he completely forgets what he was going to say?? You decide to drop the topic and ask him about his sewing projects. Wine then engrosses you into a big rant about how his sewing machine stopped working a few days ago, very passionately. While this was happening, Grillby served the group next to you, and Wine, who was very passionately ranting about his work, spread out his arms and sent the human girl’s drink flying, right on her pretty dress. You still as she gasps, observing the way one of her companions jumps out of his seat to snarl at Wine. He raises a brow bone, promptly ignoring the threat. “HUMAN. I DID NOT  MEAN TO SPILL YOUR DRINK.” He started and pulled out exactly 245 human dollars out of his wallet. “CONSIDER THIS AN… APOLOGY.” the other skeleton growls as he summons a sharp bone. I was floating over him.  “ya think ya can buy our silence, asshole?!” Wine finally spares him a glance. Before he could speak up though, the human girl hushed him. “That’s.. The exact amount of money I paid for this dress..” Wine puffs his chest, proud that someone recognized his extraordinary memory. “WELL OF COURSE, I AM A MONSTER OF GREAT MIND AFTER ALL.” a smirk grows on her face. “How come I’ve never heard of you then?” 

…

It's been five minutes since he started talking to that woman. He ignored you even when you called out to him. He was seemingly so engrossed in their conversation that he stopped reacting to others around him. So, you end up silently sitting right next to your boyfriend, drinking and listening in on them. Now not only Grillby, but the two monsters that came along are looking at you in pity. You order another drink, getting wasted became top priority tonight.

After feeling relatively tipsy, you buy a whole bottle of Whiskey. You silently get up. You’re too tired to care if your ex noticed your movement. You stagger to the exit, pitying gazes heavy on your shoulders. The cold air of the outside was much needed; it was a stroke of comfort, and it sent pleasant chills up your spine. Unceremoniously opening the bottle, you take a swig of your new best friend for this evening. Now, for seating.. The pavement wasn't as comfortable as the stools in the bar, but it’ll have to do. 

You hope he knows there’s no chance you’ll still date him after this. Fuck, what to do now…

“hey, mind if i set ‘ere?” The skeleton who previously shouted at Wine was now standing behind you to the right. One could not see his face, as the lights emanating from the pub’s doors framing his figure were too harsh for your drunken eyes, but you could tell he was unsure. You shrug. He sits down next to you with an airy ‘oof!’ and watches you as you chug the bottle. You let yourself breathe, and with great strength lift your heavy head up and stare at the night sky. The skeleton followed suit, then suddenly pointed at the sky with a chuckle. “‘S yo lucky day. Better make a wish.” Lucky day? As if. Everything was fuzzy, but you tried your hardest to focus on where he was pointing to and— holy shit it was a shooting star! Not really thinking, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind:S

“I want to be happy.”

And it truly is what you desire right now. You’re sick of feeling anxious and scared. Sick of lying to yourself that everything was fine; it wasn’t. Nothing was alright right now and you wanted to scream and cry and punch something— The stranger interrupted your hurricane of thought with an awkward laugh “Holy shit, kid. ‘sit really that bad?” You nod helplessly and turn your head in your hands a bit to look at him. The skele-man had a single red glowing eyelight, a golden tooth standing(shining) out in his confident and laid back smile. He looked really cool. He laughed and grinned smugly. ”Glad ya think so kid. I called’ya a cab so you arrive home safe, seems like they’re ‘ere.” Your fuzzy brain didn’t allow you to feel embarrassed. Instead you looked at the car that was suddenly REALLY close. How did that get here? After getting up and brushing yourself off, you make sure you have everything- your wallet, keys and phone. The skeleton monster helps you get in the car and with your help directs the female driver to your place. As if suddenly remembering that you don’t know this monster, you turned to him from the window. “Who….’s your.. Uh, name.” The fire of admiration and thankfulness burned in your eyes. This stranger had given you more companionship than Wine has these past few months, you wanted to at least know his name to find him and maybe ask him to hang out once you're sober. He kept looking at you, and just as the car window was closing, his already big grin widened in pride and he smugly said: “Name’s Red, darlin’. Ya better remember dat.” 

The car drove off.

…

Lo and behold, After a 15 minute drive, you’re finally home. A bit sobered up, angry, and terrified of the future. Doesn’t matter, what you have to do now is deal with the current situation. 

You fumble with the keys and open the door to you and Wine’s shared apartment. You enter and shiver when his scent, the perfume he’s still been using ever since you gave it to him for gyftmas, completely enveloped you. The windows were opened immediately. With unstable breath, you open the door to your shared bedroom. Even though Wine had taken to sleeping on the couch (he said he wanted to keep watch. His underground had been brutal, so you let him guard you at night. He wasn't as grumpy then.) there were many knickknacks that reminded you of him. Of the happy times. Every single piece of memory that you made with Wine crashed onto the floor loudly, your bottle not in your hands anymore. “Fuck this.” You heave, aggressively wiping away your tears. 

Your thoughts wandered while you packed Wine’s bag. You’ll have to get your locks changed asap, and also call his bro and update him on things. Maybe you could take a trip and visit your parents where you could deal with the breakup peacefully..

“..HUMAN?” 

This makes things easier. The case won't have to go flying down the window if he's here to carry it. “I’m packing your bags.” he stands frozen by the doorframe. “...WHAT?” You go back to your wardrobe and throw any kind of clothing that you don't remember owning on the bed behind you. “I’m packing your bags.” You repeat sternly while stuffing all of his clothes haphazardly in his suitcase. A moment of silence. He was expecting you to say something. You don’t know what exactly,  but you don’t really care right now. “I’m breaking up with you.” He doesn’t move from his spot, his eyelights tracking you like prey. “YOU’RE DRUNK, HUMAN.” You finally burst. The clothes in your hands are suddenly somewhere else and your whole body turns to face Wine, arms in the air. “And?!” You scream, “You’ve been nothing but an asshole to me tonight, you ditched me, IN FRONT OF ME. You don’t eat my food or spend any time with me, you don’t let me get close to you emotionally, You can’t even call me by my name like you used to goddamn it!! What the fuck else am I supposed to do?!” Hot tears are making it hard to see the target of your grief and general misery for tonight, and a part of you is glad for that. You blindly reach for the bag behind you, make sure it's closed and then throw it in Wine’s direction. He doesn’t move to pick it off the floor. “Leave my apartment this instant.” You heave, aggressively wiping away your tears. “I never want to see you again.” Wine keeps watching you with a blank face, analyzing you. Then, he reaches into his pockets and takes out the apartment keys. He takes out the apartment keys and throws them to your feet, then reaches for the bag all while scrutinizing you whole. Your ex slings the backpack on his shoulders and slowly turns his back to you. He waits, as if he’s waiting for you to take everything back; you don’t, and when he realizes his expectations won’t be fulfilled, he frowns. “Goodbye.” Wine tells you as he walks away from your vision, and life. The moment you hear the main door shut you scramble to lock the door. 

You cry yourself to sleep that night. 

PART 1 {} PART 2

[katsukikitten]

Warnings College AU sexual and adult themes. Yall know the drill okay

Chapter 2

Bugzapper⚡💔: i have a proposition to make. 

Jiro flashes Mina her phone as she sips iced coffee in the blessed air conditioning of the cafe.

"That's never a good sign." She comments, moon bright eyes glued to the phone as she thinks. 

"What's not a good sign?" Uraraka asks from across the table, the two girls fill her in. 

"Oh." She racks her brain on what that could be, "Okay well I'm dying to know, now." 

🎵Music to my soul 🎶 : What do you want airhead? 

Jiro's text sent a surge of excitement through Kaminari. It was exactly what he needed after three hours of begging and bribing Bakugou to allow the sorority in or at least invite them. His fingers fly across the screen setting up a date and time for a "meeting over lunch" to discuss the proposition in further detail.  

Meanwhile across campus, you huff, eyes narrowed as a rare emotion is pulled from your fingertips in the form of deadly ice. Pulling the moisture from the air to freeze it or pulling any water towards you to keep your flank safe as your opponent rushes you at breakneck speeds. 

You hated this fucking guy, cocky, brash, so God damn arrogant in the way he held himself, in the way he spoke. It made you nauseous just thinking of him.Had you known he was the male star of this university you wouldn't have transferred, yet you still needed to transfer didn't you? Anything to get out from under the shadow of a certain Todoroki. 

No one cared to admit or to notice, that your quirk was different from Shoto's. You could manipulate water towards you to freeze, and manipulate whatever was already frozen. Your ice was denser and more durable than his and dare you say it colder than his too. Yet no one gave a shit, his was ice AND fire. You were just a one trick pony and a trick they already saw. Your opponent's taunting doesn't help matters much.

"I've already seen this before Ice Brat. Did ya forget where I fucking went to high school?" His hand heats the ice as he activates his quirk before three deafening blasts ring out. 

As you allow him to break down the ice you act on pure rage, securing some revenge from the first time he signed your hair. Pointed icicles lie in wait and once the wall is fully down you give him a nasty smirk before sending the straight his way. 

You're supposed to melt your weapons before they hit your opponent, neither of you are supposed to go all out per the professor's and college's strict rules in the athletics department but Bakugou always does. Somehow his big stupid mouth spews something that eggs you on. As if someone were shoving bamboo skewers beneath your skin, under your nails, sending you into an unheard of rage. 

Normally you were as your quirk, icy, unbothered by the world but Bakugou, God you could wring his neck. Freeze his hot blood as you watch him turn into slush beneath your feet. 

He expects you to abide by the rules, to splash him with glacier water but he realizes it too late. That you won't he let's off a quick blast, shattering two of the four deadly points. One grazes his cheek as he just barely dodges while the other lodges itself into his arm. 

You have half a mind to twist it. You pull at his blood bringing it into your arsenal. Blood red needles and bullets surround Bakugou. 

"I don't think you've seen this before.." You say darkly ready to release your hold and shred him into, give him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe he would see how bitter and nauseating he was. He smirks, opening his mouth to retort but you send your ice his way aiming for non vital spots although the ice creeps closer to your heart begging it to hit something vital. The inside of your ice palace begins to reek of burning sugar and spice, he plans to let out an explosion to bring this whole place down from the inside out. 

Just as he is about to detonate and just as the blood and ice are about to pierce skin the professor bursts into the gym.  

"I step out for five minutes and this is what happens?!"

The ice and blood return to liquid splashing across Bakugou as his skin pops. The professor takes in the damage from your ice and his explosions, still better controlled than most of his other students quirks. 

"I gotta stop pairing these two together." He murmurs to himself before dismissing class. With a flick of your wrist the ice fortress melts, returning to the reservoir below the gym floor, ignoring the molten glare that is sent your way.

"You're such a bitch." Bakugou growls as you pass, flinging blood from his fingers as he wipes at his face. You offer him a fake pitying smile before heading into the women's locker room. 

"Fucking asshole." You hiss, forcing the sight of his garnet gaze out of your mind. Instead turning your attention to your buzzing phone in your locker. It's a few missed calls and some texts in the girl's group chat. Briefly you wonder if you ever should have joined that stupid sorority, it was small, non toxic, and would look good should you need to transfer again. 

Not only did you somehow get elected the president but you also became friends with the three other ladies despite your best efforts not too. 

Mins: Prez we might have a way to save the sorority...lunch after you're done with training? 

IceQueen ❄: Hope it's good, the Dean already put the house up for sale. Let me get ready and I'll be there shortly. 

Mina presents her phone to the crowd around her, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Jiro and Uraraka do a small celebration. Denki more so than anyone else, he knows the combined car washes will be more than enough to fix up the house, he also recently learned that you had the power of negotiation on your side. Having just listened to Mina retell the story of how you got free food for a month from a bar for yourself and your friends. And not from some sleaze who wanted to sleep with you either, no it was from the owner himself. 

Denki is hopeful and so are the ladies indicating that this may be his best idea yet. 

You arrive at the small bistro early, spying your party on the front patio. The three men had seen you in person before, they knew you were easy on the eyes but up close you were breathtaking. Manicured nails but nothing gaudy, normally nude or soft shades, light makeup, mascara at most as far as they could tell and your outfit was well put together. You were what the world called plus size but everyone else called thiccc. Your confidence oozing in your light blouse tucked into your black skinny jeans, uncaring that you had a pouch. 

You needed that extra fat to keep from freezing by your own quirk. The only thing you needed society to worry about was your intelligence and your power. 

Both were SSR ranked so what did you fucking care that your body was ranked lower. They were stupid in thinking you'd skimp power in the name of vanity. 

You recognize everyone at the table and internalize the dread you're feeling. Scheming is afoot and you're the last to arrive. You can tell by their half finished drinks and picked over appetizer, still you sit and act unaware. Denki goes to hold out his hand first for a formal introduction causing a sly cat smile to settle over your glossy lips. 

"No need, I'm aware of who the three of you are. Sero we share our lingual class, Denki, our chemistry class, and Kirishima we share two classes, world studies and villain hero theory. Truly a pleasure." You tell then your name before ordering something to drink from the lingering waitress. Sitting stick straight with your shoulders backs has the men mirroring you. 

"Well ladies I take it the plan to save the sorority involves these fine gentlemen." You ask coolly and they nod. After a moment of silence Mina and Denki go to speak. Awkwardly encouraging the other to speak until Minai clears her throat. 

"As you know they are a newly formed frat with Sero as their president. They moved into their house about a month ago and they say it is quite large. So they have invited us to move in." 

"How do you propose we ask the college to have a co-ed house? What does this fraternity home even look like?" They knew you would be quick to ask questions Mina answers the first while Denki provides the answer to the second. 

"Union and Diversity. Forming close relationships now to carry over into our hero careers." 

"The house needs some work but looks a lot better than what it did." Denki shows you before and after pictures as you gesture for his phone. He passes you his electric yellow case with nervous hope tingling beneath his skin. You swipe through the photos. 

"You boys did a great job on the outside. Inside needs a lot of work. Hardwoods will be easy to fix, they are original but don't seen to be damaged, a good scrub will spruce them up. Wait, are those?" You zoom in on the photo of the living room, "Are those foldable camping chairs and a VHS tv?" 

They gulp loudly as they nod, your purse your lips in disapproval. 

"I can fix that." You pass Denki back his phone, assuming that all the roommates will be present, "I see the main focus was the kitchen but some of the appliances seem to be on their last legs. I can fix that as well." 

"Soooo….So it's a yes?" Jiro asks, feeling relief for the first time in months since they received the letter of eviction. 

"Gotta get the college to agree first." You think on it a moment, "But I'm sure we can arrange that. Uraraka can you draft an email to the Dean requesting an official meeting regarding our sorority? Be sure to explain in detail our situation, how we are being forced to disband by their account and the solution we have. Make sure it's an afternoon meeting too. The dean hates to miss golf with our rival university's dean." 

With the plan set in motion all of you return to your evening classes. Jiro nudges Denki in the ribs, listening to his heart race from their closeness. 

"When are we going to tell her about Bakugou?" She throws her almost lover a look that he seems to wither beneath. His jaw tics before he retorts. 

"I think we should wait to see if this even works first." 

After a week the important meeting arrives and as you thought the Dean is already exhibiting signs of impatience. He is more than ready to wrap this up and you already know his answer is going to be no. Already trying to get it out before the four of you can even have a seat. 

Still you weren't the Ice Queen on campus for nothing. You saunter into the room, mineola folder filled with your copies of counterpoints pressed firmly to your chest, you can already see he doesn't have the copies you sent him. You place the folder down and open it, leafing through the pages as you speak. 

"This request is going to be approved and here are the reasons why. An example of sexism could be made that a new fraternity was approved housing, new housing, after a decades old sorority was deemed "too small" both parties are similar in count. Second funding and donations are easily influenced with letters to alumni and especially by attendees to this university. My transfer from YAU has brought in revenue of roughly 2.6 million dollars, increasing your diversity for women when this is normally a male dominated school. I am aware that my transfer had even encouraged other students from YAU to transfer here. Which I'm sure is one of your favorite bragging points to tell Dean Fraunk during your weekly golf trips isn't it? So it would truly be a shame if these points would come to light in the investigation of my return to YUA just months before the university sports festival. I do look amazing in Ice Blue you know. Matches my quirk a lot better than Maroon." You put the ball in his court, he is visibly upset, eyes flying to the facts that you've presented. All important, viable facts. You were right MMU was known to be a male dominated school and the media would have a field day if they uncovered a mistake he happened to look over. Not to mention you were his main bragging point, Dean Yuzi always talked about how he had stolen you, the female star of rising heroes, from YUA.  The silence in the room is amplified by the ticking of the clock, seconds accumulating into minutes as it counts down his T time with his old college buddy and rival. He gulps nervously, knowing what he has to do in order to keep both his bragging rights and a law suit under wraps. He looks up to you as you wear your stone cold face, making him think of a loan shark who hasn't been getting their payments on time. He is fearful for your future boss.  

"I believe I have no choice but to approve." 

"Correct." You respond, "Now we have a bit more to discuss. I noticed that classrooms 456 and 215 are being remodeled. Those gently used flat screens will be given to our house since it is technically college property. Common space 3 and 1 are being renovated in dorms A and B. We will accept the leather arm chairs as they are in good shape but we demand a new couch. I know it is in the budget as I help plan the budget. I also believe it is time for an allowance for our hybrid house." The Dean shrinks away from your tenacity, nodding as that is all he can do.  

"Well this is a generous offer and should cover most of the basic necessities such as a new fridge and mattress. The aesthetic we will be raising funds for. Kindly spread the word, we don't want to take up more of your time and be late with your 'meeting' with Dean Fraunk." You place a flyer on his desk as you turn on your heel. The rest of the sorority, mouth agape following suit. Yuzi looks down at the flyer, head hung in a mixture of disbelief and shame as he reads over the neon paper advertising a co-ed car wash. 

He just hopes you and Bakugou are worth the trouble. 

[driversmutbucket]

Reader x Jude

Part II

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Part I:

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Warnings: zero, none, nada

Author note: alrighty, this turned out to be a slow burn. I can’t make our sweet boy Jude fuck on the first date 👌

The next week, a Thursday evening, you were just about to leave for the day from the practice when the phone in your nurse station rang.

“Hello, this the Dr Ross paediatric centre, you are speaking with y/n” you said with a hint of forced enthusiasm.

“Oh, ah, hi! It’s Jude”

“Oh! Hi Jude, is Andrea okay?!” You said slightly concerned “I was just closing up here.”

“Oh shit, yeah, no, he is fine, I’m so sorry to ring at this time, I just have been trying to get hold of you, and didn’t know any other way” he admitted “I actually feel like a bit of an idiot, this is probably the fourth time I have rang, you have never been able to take my call.”

“Oh! Well now it makes sense why the receptionist said the other day that a lady with a deep voice named Judith had rung for me.” you said snorting.

You could hear Andrea babbling away in the background as Jude chuckled warmly ”Oh God, i am so sorry”.

”No, no, don't apologise, it was a temp receptionist and she seemed absolutely off the wall” you assured him ”anyway, what can i help you with?”

You heard Jude clear his throat before he said ”Well actually, uh, i was ringing to see if you wanted to get that coffee?”

“Oh! Yeah sure!” you said, blushing.

“OK great, are you free tomorrow?” you could hear the relief in his voice, “and could i get your number so i can message you incase...” Andrea suddenly started wailing in the background and he didn't finish his sentence.

You quickly gave him your number and hung up so he could tend to his son. You heart was beating rapidly.

Your rang Dr Ross (or as she insisted you call her, Jan).

”Hello, y/n, is everything ok?”

”Hi Jan, so sorry to bother you after hours, but uhhhh, i seem to have been asked out by a patients parent....” you admitted cautiously.

”Oh, so Jude finally did huh?” you could hear the smile in her voice.

”I’m sorry what!?” you laughed..

”Come on y/n, I've seen how he looks at you, I'm glad he finally did it, he is a lovely, lovely man” she gushed.

“I mean, wow....” was all you could manage.

“As for going around with a patients father, it is all ok legally, i checked it out a while ago” she assured, “let’s just say, i had a hunch.”

“Shit! Oh god sorry for cursing! I mean, thank you!” you stammered, laughing nervosly.

“Oh y/n, don't be ridiculous, I will see you tomorrow ok?” Jan replied with a laugh.

You said your goodbyes and hung up. She really was a terrific boss, you thought with a grateful smile.

Checking your phone you saw Jude and messaged you with the details about tomorrow morning. You replied and left work, with a slight spring in your step.

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You woke the next day with a feeling of nervous excitement bubbling in your stomach.

You decided to take the half an hour walk through the city with Bil to meet Jude. You enjoyed walking, you were in the habit of walking everywhere, a side-effect of New York City.

As you walked up to the cafe where you were to meet Jude, you saw him before he saw you. He was sitting in the sun at a table outside, Andrea on his lap. We wore sunglasses and black v neck tee. Oh, he was handsome.

”Hi!” you said, announcing yourself.

Jude looked up and smiled warmly, “Hi, y/n” he took Andrea’s little hand and waved it at you.

”Awh! Hi handsome” you gushed as you bent down and ruffled Andreas hair.

“Jeez son you get all the pretty ladies, huh?” he said to Andrea, who babbled happily at him in return.

You sat down and Jude fussed over Bil as you ordered a coffee. Andrea climbed off Jude’s lap and came over you, you picked him up and popped him on your own lap.

“Honestly, that kid is the biggest ladies man I have ever met, but it is always one sided” he said with a wink, “you are one of the only women he has any interest in!”

”What an honour!” you exclaimed, laughing as you stroked Andrea’s soft locks. Jude smiled at you both tenderly.

You spent a while chatting about the usual kid stuff you were accustomed to, it was obvious Jude was distressed about Andrea’s lack of vocabulary at 2 and 1/2, you tried to reassure him.

You got onto the subject of dating,

”The thought of explaining this whole situarion” Jude said motioning at himself and Andrea, “to new people all the time is just exhausting.”

You nodded sympathetically.

”The solo dad/widower gig is crazy” he admitted, “it’s so nice to meet up with you y/n, I feel instantly at ease because I don't have to preface this with our big sob story, you know? Our world is pretty small”

“Well first off, it isn't a sob story Jude!” you said as you bounced Andrea on your knee, “but I can see how it would be so hard to get out there with everything going on.”

“I really feel like I need to focus on him while he is young, I don't want him to be fucked up from all of it” he nodded at Andrea.

”You are doing an incredible job” you beamed at him, taking a sip of your coffee.

Before you knew it you had been chatting away comfortably for 2 hours, you said with regret that you needed to drop Bil off at his dog day care and head to work. You parted ways with smiles.

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After work that evening you checked your phone, there was a message from Jude.

I really enjoyed coffee this morning, how about dinner on Sunday? I will try get a babysitter so I’m not competing for your attention.

Haha! Sounds lovely! You replied.

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On Sunday you were a bundle of nerves, you had never spent time with Jude, without Andrea there as a sort of, buffer. However you were looking forward to getting to know him better and seeing how he scrubbed up. He had chosen a slightly upmarket restaurant in Manhatten for dinner.

You spent the early evening flapping about deciding what to wear. Eventually you settled on a simple yet chic black dress that was entirely fitted and hugged all your curves. It went to mid calf but had a slit up the left leg to mid thigh that made it a touch sexy. The v neck cut showed enough cleavage to be enticing. You chose some simple pointed toe heels to go with it. You wore your hair down, something that you didn't do often, and styled it into soft waves. You did your usual makeup, but added a bold red lip for the occasion. You looked in the mirror and breathed in and out deeply.

You got a cab to the restaurant, arriving before Jude and you decided to wait outside for him.

“Y/n!”

You turned and saw Jude grinning and striding toward you. Jesus take the wheel.

He. Looked. So. Good.

You inhaled sharply, taking in the sight. He was in a crisp pale blue dress shirt and black dress trousers. His dark hair shined and softly waved around his face. You collected yourself and smiled,

“Hey Jude, gosh you look very handsome!”

You saw a red hue tinge his cheeks at the compliment.

“I mean, thanks, but you look...wow” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair.

It was your turn to blush.

“Yeah, decided to give the scrubs the night off” you joked.

He put his hand gently on your back and motioned to the door, “shall we?”

During dinner the wine flowed and the conversation and laughter with it. You hardly noticed what you were eating as you talked.

Neither of your wanted the night to end and after dinner you walked to a jazz bar you had heard of nearby. Both nicely buzzed on alcohol, any awkwardness was erased as Jude dragged you to the dance floor. You both laughed and danced until you were out of breath, retiring to the bar.

“I honestly haven’t had this much fun in ages” Jude confessed, beaming “I forgot what it is like to socialize after 6pm!”

“Thanks for asking me to be your accomplice” you said resting your hand on his upper arm.

You ordered another red wine each and clinked glasses.

“To dancing badly!” Jude announced.

You laughed, “long may it continue!”

When your glasses were drained, Jude checked his watch and groaned.

“I best be going home in about half an hour.”

The jazz band started a slow number, and he extended his hand to you.

“My lady?”

You snorted, and grabbed his hand, “let’s show them how it’s done.”

He dragged you to the dance floor, then turned to face you. Even in your heels he was tall, you reached and put one hand on his shoulder and slipped your other hand into his. He placed his free hand on your waist.

In your joyous alcohol induced state you closed the gap between your bodies and rested your head on his broad chest, closing your eyes and humming along to the music. Jude didn't miss a beat, lowering his head and rest it against yours affectionately. You stayed this way, swaying to the music, until it was time to go.

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Part 3

[citycfangels]

text: raquel ⇄  charlie

Raquel: BABE! So I should let you know that I had them put "requests constant coffee" in my contract as a forewarning so I'm still buzzed off that but.... I might've found my new favorite place in the world.

Charlie: well done, babe. it wouldn't be you if that wasn't in your contract

Charlie: and here i thought that was my bed. how is it going?

Raquel: well I'm glad I'm not surprising you with anything shocking here.

Raquel: that's actually my third favorite place. It's going great. We started the drive scenes which just means me riding around in the passenger seat and letting my hair tangle in the wind and my costar is actually pretty cool.

Charlie: it doesn't because a world in which you don't have coffee is an awful world.

Charlie: which one is the second?

Charlie: i'm glad it's going well. i'm so happy for you, Quel. you deserve this and more.

Raquel: and a world where I act like I'm possessed by a demon.

Raquel: disneyland, duh. No, I'm kidding. It's actually the house I grew up in.

Raquel: Thanks Babe. Soon enough it's going to be your turn to conquer the world too.

Charlie: and i don't wish anyone to see that. i've been there.

Charlie: well, i'll settle with the third position

Charlie: thanks, but i don't know how. well, unless i become the best bartender in the world famous for my cocktail combinations or my coffee blendings

Raquel: I wasn't that bad was I?

Raquel: maybe I should just take you to my number one place and you can try to convince mewhy it should be your bed instead.

Raquel: or you could open up your own place. Cafe in the morning and then close for a few hours and make it a bar. The drinks you come up with can be your own menu. You have the experience for it. You'd be great at it.

Charlie: are you kidding me? you were the worst

Charlie: that sounds like a plan to me

Charlie: it's ambitious, but it sounds good. you really think i should do it? that i'm that good to do that?

Raquel: I was not.

Raquel: okay maybe I was and I'm sorry about anything I said when I had zero caffeine in me

Raquel: then I guess we're going to Pismo beach sometime soon.

Raquel: it might be but I believe in you even when you think it might be ambitious. You're smart and great so I think you can do anything.

Charlie: you're welcome for the coffees

Charlie: let me know when and we'll take days off

Charlie: you believe too much in me, but as long as you're my #1 client and give me enough publicity, it could be a project i might be interested in.

Raquel: thank you 😘

Raquel: well I just took those five days off so we can wait a bit and then we can go since Emeven if I want to become a huge actress, I still don't want to lose my job.

Raquel: no, I believe in you just the right amount I'l be you #1 client, cheerleader, spokesperson. Always.

Charlie: that sounds fair, just let me know and we'll go. i could use a break from this, you know

Charlie: well, thank you. it sounds hard but who knows what will happen from here to five years, for example? we'll never know, we could be successful then

Raquel: and a break with me on the beach would be the best break you can get.

Raquel: well successful in five years is the plan. Successful and happy that's all I want.

Charlie: and if it ends with sex every night i can die happily

Charlie: ambitious but approachable, i like your plans

Raquel: and if it doesn't end in sex every night?

Raquel: I like that you like my plans because you're somehow wrapped in them.

Charlie: i'll be sad because i will probably end up with a boner from seeing you all day in a bikini, but i will survive without having sex

Charlie: i have to say you know how to sell it, babe

Raquel: well... I can't stand you being sad so I guess that just leaves us with the option of sex every night.

Raquel: I haven't even told you the best part yet. Your name out front on something that is completely yours.

Raquel: I could have gone all game show host-y and said A BRAND NEW CAR

Charlie: i like that option very much. for how long should we be away? a week?

Charlie: oh fuck, i'd love that.

Charlie: you'd be a good game show host. a hot one.

Raquel: you want to take me away for a whole week? If we both can get that much time away then yes. I want a week with you.

Raquel: I knew you would. Just thinking of properties in West Hollywood or Santa Monica or even Hollywood

Raquel: well I'd be better than all the guys that host them.

Charlie: well, getting away from this forever would be unrealistic, but a week is enough for me

Charlie: oh, are you already thinking of places that'd be good for this? awww

Charlie: anyone could be better than them, tbh

Raquel: well us getting away forever wouldn't work either

Raquel: duh, you're lucky I'm not looking at real estate agents yet.

Raquel: true.

Charlie: we wouldn't get the money we need, we're poor.

Charlie: i don't even have the money for it, we should wait a bit. well, i should wait a bit

Raquel: we would become poor but in the meantime I could totally be your sugar mama

Raquel: babe. I believe in you. We don't have to wait.

Charlie: my sugar mama. my hot and sexy sugar mama, that sounds kinda good

Charlie: why not? you shouldn't pay for everything, babe, and there are a lot of things i need to figure out

Raquel: I'm not even sure why I like the thought of that too.

Raquel: I wouldn't be paying for everything. It would be yours. I just don't want you to think that money is something that should stop you. Them we figure things out and make sure it happens.

Charlie: because you'd be taking care of me economically and sexually, and we both know how much do you like to take care of me in that sense ;)

Charlie: it's not only that, it's just that it's not that easy to start a new business. i know you're eager to make it happen and i appreciate it, but let's do this the right way

Raquel: well when you put it like that... I do love taking care of you sexually. I was actually just thinking about it.

Raquel: And I know that. New businesses are the ones most likely to fail. You mean with business managers, real estate agents, multiple business Offers and income projections?

Charlie: really? what were you thinking about?

Charlie: all of that and all those things i have yet to find out. i should read a book about it or something before doing anything

Raquel: about howmy mouth can take care out you. How I want to trail kisses down your entire body until you beg me to stop.

Raquel: okay. Well you can read the books and I could always just watch you read or set up meetings. Anything you need.

Charlie: oh, i love how your mouth can take care of me, you know you can do that anytime, babe. until it's time to put that mouth to work somewhere else

Raquel: after the long days without me I just want my mouth to take care of you until your toes curl. Your hands in my hair. With you all the way to the back of my throat.

Charlie: i'll be there for sure all my way to the back to your throat. i want to make your eyes water as i deepthroat you. i want to scratch the back of your throat as i fuck your mouth

Raquel: i know you love it when my eyes water while I look up at you. I need you so bad. I need you inside me. In my mouth. In my pussy.

Charlie: it's a fucking turn on, babe. i love seeing you enjoy that, especially when there are a lot of girls that don't like giving head, but you... you love it

Charlie: you're so eager to have me inside you, but all i want to do is tease you. have your tits in my mouth, tease your pussy and finger you just enough to make you wet before i eat you out so good you would probably forget your name for a minute

Raquel: well when you taste so good and make those faces how am I not supposed to love it?

Raquel: taste me while I tug on your hair. Make me forget the rest of the world.

Raquel: you are such a tease. Get here NOW.

Charlie: gladly so. i love looking up to you and seeing those faces of pleasure, moaning my name, seeing your chest wave as i drive you crazy

Charlie: i wish, but you're miles away and i can't exactly focus on driving when i have such a tent in my boxers

Raquel: me biting my lip. biting into my arm while you play with my clit.

Raquel: So you're saying I have to stop playing with myself long enough to drive over to you? But I'm already waiting for you baby.

Charlie: so do you want me to drive all the way to Santa Monica to fuck you?

Charlie: are you wearing anything at all?

Raquel: No, I want you to drive to my house and fuck me on every surface.

Raquel: nothing at all. How can I when I'm thinking about you?

Charlie: i will try to get there, but i won't promise i'll be there soon because you know, traffic

Charlie: until then, try to not touch yourself and keep all those orgasms for me because i'm going to give you multiple orgasms

Raquel: I hate traffic can't you just like fly over.

Raquel: I know you'll come through with that promise even if it'll be hard not to touch myself while I'm thinking about you. I just have to find ways to keep myself entertained.

Charlie: if that was possible i would be already there

Charlie: good, because we're having a fuckfest tonight

Raquel: people should really get on the whole flying cars thing just for the sake of our sex life.

Raquel: best way to end the day.

Charlie: that would be a good solution whenever we have needs

Charlie: is there another way better than hot and wild sex?

Raquel: it would be the best thing ever. Either that or teleportation

Raquel: hot and wild sex and falling asleep in your arms

Charlie: that would be hella useful

Charlie: that's also a very nice part, if you want my opinion

Raquel: and not just to us.

Raquel: I always want your opinion but the falling asleep thing wasn't up for much of a debate.

Charlie: well, it's not like we get any sleep when we're naked in the same bed, and neither of us can't complain

Raquel: I'm not complaining at all but I have a meeting in the morning and I could use some sleep and coffee in the morning so that's why I would really be asking you to stay :P

Charlie: oh, you only want me there for the coffee? i'm hurt

Charlie: but okay, i'll let you sleep and you'll have your coffee ready in the morning

Raquel: just for coffee and your body, duh

Raquel: you're the best.

Charlie: for my body too, huh? anything else to say about it?

Charlie: i know, babe ;)

Raquel: just that I appreciate the abs and the face that's attached to that body.

Raquel: don't get smug or else I'll have to take back my compliment.

Charlie: i appreciate your appreciation, especially when your fingers and mouth are involved

Charlie: :(

Raquel: fingers, hands, lips, they're all going to be used tonight

Raquel: okay that's a lie. There's a no take back policy on compliments but still.

Charlie: i like the sounds of that

Charlie: you're the best

Raquel: well now you're just buttering me up, but I'm only the best for you. See you soon😘

Charlie: see you and your naked body soon, hopefully in less than an hour

Raquel: definitely less than an hour. If you take an hour I'm definitely starting without you and then I'll just make you watch until I finish.

Charlie: not that i wouldn't love seeing that, but i prefer getting you off than seeing you touch yourself

Raquel: then I guess you've got to hurry.

Charlie: let's hope traffic isn't my enemy tonight

Raquel: let's hope. It'll be both of our enemies tonight.