#imagine giving the barista that name SIGH

[vampzity]

love or insanity? | BC

“But they can’t hear the voice in my brain, giving orders to keep loving you.” — Screw Loose, Crybaby the Musical

pairing: stalker! bangchan x f! reader

you’d never thought that the regular cafe worker— the one who knows your go to, who goes out of his way to say good morning to you and, make your morning would double as your obsessed stalker.

[warnings]: yandere, knife usage, blood, threats, kidnapping, obsession blinded by love, pet names (angel, baby)

word count: 1.6k

i’m not at all romanticizing stalkers or kidnapping!!

You woke up in a dimly lit room, head pounding as you tried to figure out your surroundings. It wasn’t very familiar to you, and it confused you just a bit. You tried to move, only to feel restricted by the constant pull back against your wrists, and why did it hurt so much? It felt as if something was taking your hands and scrapping them against a rug every time you pulled. You shivered, feeling the cold air sting your bare skin as you sat against what seemed like a wooded floor.

“Ah, you’re finally awake!”

What?

You attempted to look up, only feeling sluggishness in your eyes as they struggled in and out of focus. A pair of black boots made their way toward you, stopping only inches away from your body. A warm hand caressed your face, cupping your chin and pulling your head up to look at them.

He was tall and had short black hair with bangs that covered his eyes just slightly. He seemed awfully familiar to you, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. His big brown eyes, that shy yet welcoming smile, where have you seen this all before? Was it deja vu or were you just in a dream?

He smiled at you, realizing that you still had no idea of your surroundings yet. Confusion clouded your mind— you didn’t understand why or how you had ended up here, ended up in this situation with..

The barista from the coffee shop?

Your eyes widened as you’ve now realized the situation you were in. Your eyes fell to your feet, seeing the bloodied ropes wrapped around your ankles tightly. You were held captive, purposefully. He wanted you to be here, he wanted to keep you all to himself so that no one else could have you.

“No.. no, no.. get away from me you psycho!”

You backed away against the wall, fear taking over your body as he got closer to you. You felt helpless— everything you thought you knew about him vanishing within seconds as he showed you who he really was.

Chan knelt down next to you, twirling a knife in his hands while he watched you struggle to break free from the restraints. He smirked, bringing his hand up to your cheek. You shivered under his touch, pulling your face away from his hand quickly. The barista tilted his head at you, frowning as you showed your uneasiness.

“Why are you fighting me angel?”

His hand cupped your cheek harshly, making you wince in pain. Dragging the blade against your cheek, Chan pressed against your skin just enough to make a small slit. He wiped your blood with his thumb, humming as he tasted it and pulled a cloth out of his pocket, applying pressure to your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” He sighs, grabbing the knife once more and applying pressure to your restraints. “I don’t intend to make you scared of me.”

“Why don’t we make this fair for you, yeah?”

He cut through the ropes, holding onto your wrists to stop you from trying to fight for some escape. He placed the knife down, smiling at you while you sat there in confusion. He placed a soft kiss against your palms, soon moving downwards to your ankles.

A part of you wanted to fight— wanting to punch and kick at him, even grab the knife to defend yourself but you couldn’t. You were terrified of him and only because he wasn’t the person you once knew.

Was it all an act? Did he always find a woman to prey on, to make his next victim with just a simple gesture of coffee? It sent shivers up your spine, you couldn’t— no, you wouldn’t dare to try him. If he was capable of all this, you could only imagine what other tricks he had buried in that sick mind of his.

You watched as he cut through the last of your restraints, standing up in front of you. You remained frozen, your mind filling with all the possible things he could do to you if you even attempted to run.

“Go.” Your thoughts were halted and you furrowed your eyebrows, your eyes meeting his.

Leave?

That’s it? He kidnapped you and is suddenly letting you leave like nothing?

Chan sighed, stepping further away from you. He looked at the clock on the wall and the at the one on his watch, tapping it three times. He looked back toward you, gesturing to the door as if you were to believe he’d let you go so easily.

Of course he wouldn’t, not without a catch.

“Let’s play hide and seek. You’ve played it before, yeah? I let you go, you hide from me, blah blah.. I’m sure you know the rules..”

He walked over to you, lifting your chin to caress it with his thumb. You locked eyes with him, only to see not an ounce of humanity left in them. They were the same eyes that greeted you every morning at the coffee shop. There was no innocence to them, only a dark emotionless void.

“You have a week. If I find you, you’re stuck with me.. forever.” He smirked at you, admiring the fear in your eyes.

“If I don’t find you within that time frame, then you’ll never see me again.”

He traced the slit on your cheek, feeling his aggression kicking in slowly but surely. He clenched his teeth and threw the knife across the room, startling you. He cracked his knuckles one by one, each crack ripping through your ears.

“I’ll give you head start. How does five minutes sound?”

You jumped up from your sleep, breathing heavily as you tried to keep yourself calm. A nightmare, that’s all it was. A very realistic one; one that had actually happened but continues to haunt you to this day.

You traced the scar on your cheek, reminiscing. It’s been a month since then. You haven’t heard from him, seen him, not even given the slightest clue as to what he could be up to. You felt yourself looking over your shoulder whenever you went out in public, feeling yourself become delusional over seeing him.

You won his little game. He promised that you’d never see him again, right? That was the last of it? Did he have any henchmen? What if anyone you were friends with were plotting against you?

You made sure not to keep a set routine, changing your daily tasks if it started to become repetitive. Anything to prevent him from getting another clue to your whereabouts.

Was that enough?

You couldn’t go to the police, you’ve already fled the city, you even attempted to change your name and appearance. Surely he couldn’t find you that easy. You were sure of it. Sure.. of it.

You yawned, shaking yourself out of your thoughts before attempting to lay down. You pulled the comforter over you, your eyes meeting with the open door. A small crack allowed the slightest bit of the hallway light in. You lifted your head up, furrowing your eyebrows. You remembered closing and even locking your door at times, as stalking mannerism wasn’t common here.

You brushed it off, getting up to close the door and locking it hastily. It was nothing, and you were sure it was just your brain making up a “worst case scenario” to protect you. You didn’t mind it, but at this time of night, it terrified you. The thought of Chan showing up at any moment to terrorize you once again or maybe even worse.

You backed away from the door, feeling your back hit what felt like a wall. A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, a chin resting softly against your shoulder. You froze in place, your whole body blazing with heat despite the sudden pale color in your skin. You wanted to pinch yourself— hope that this wasn’t reality, hope that this was simply one of your many nightmares.

“Oh my angel, how bad I’ve missed that pretty face of yours.”

His warm breath sent shivers down your spine, making the hairs on your skin stand as he squeezed your waist tighter. He placed a soft kiss against your shoulder and another against your neck.

“I know I gave you a week, but I couldn’t bare to be away from you anymore.” he squeezed you even tighter, as if he was in fear that you’d run away from him.

You shook your head in resistance, finally attempting to break out of his grasp. You kicked, you yelled, even tried to push but to no avail. Chan quickly pulled a rag out of his pocket, quickly suffocating you with the stench and watching as you slowly drifted to sleep. He smiled, picking you up bridal style.

He admired your sleeping state, so calm and so at peace. It soothed him, watching your chest rise and fall with every passing breath you took. This is what he loved to see, which is why he watched you sleep every night. Why he waited so long to actually come out of hiding and capture you.

The truth was, he had found you the same week he let you go, sleeping peacefully in your room after a long day of moving. It brought him peace watching the stress leave from your body as soon as you drifted off into slumber. He could have gotten you right then and there, but he didn’t want to. He opted to watch you in the comfort of your own home, make you think you finally escaped him and for good.

Just to hold you in his grasp once again. Make you feel like a helpless animal begging for life, begging for its last bits of air as it drowns.

“You’ll be safe..” He gave your lifeless body a soft squeeze of reassurance, though that wouldn’t have helped in your case.

“I’ll take good care of you angel. Forever.”

a/n: possessive chan has some chokehold on me after that railway music video… that’s all, thank you.

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[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 2 <<Part 1

-You are sitting on a bench in the lakeside park, reading a book and enjoying the bright winter sunshine when a cold nose presses into your hand. You look up to find a blue pitbull nuzzling you for pets. “Oh hi there, baby,” you coo, scratching his broad head without a thought. You follow the leash to the owner, and are very surprised to see Mr. Wick standing there, looking endearingly embarrassed about it all. “Sorry,” he says. “He pulled me over here.” He gives the dog a look as it leans against you, getting side scritches with a blissed-out doggo look. You have a notion that Mr. Wick might be jealous, somehow, but you push it away.

“That’s ok. What a good boy. What’s his name?”

“Um…Dog.”

You smirk up at him. “Original.”

He sighs, looking at you through his hair, and it pulls at your heartstrings for some reason. You pat the bench beside you, and he accepts, though he sits as far away as he can. “He likes you,” he says, looking ruefully down at the dog. “Do you have pets?”

“No,” you admit. “I travel too much.”

“Yeah?”

You can tell he’s surprised to hear this. Most people are. But you live frugally on your barista’s salary so you can go abroad for a month or so. You’re a budget traveler for sure, but you’ve been all over the world.

“Yes. I’m going to Italy this summer.”

“Sounds nice.”

“You’ve been?”

“Several times. For work.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m retired.” He doesn’t elaborate, and you leave it for now. You don’t really talk anymore, just look at the lake, and pet his dog who leans all his solid weight against your leg. You are content in the companionable silence.

You think he is too.

- It’s interesting sometimes, watching the interpersonal pageants of the regulars. When thrice divorced Victoria Fraser-Sims lays eyes on Mr. Wick for the first time in what you have come to consider his corner, she starts coming in for a lot more no-fat double-shot sugar-free vanilla lattés. All the locals are quite…aware…of Vicky’s predatory habits. A part of you wonders if you should warn Mr. Wick, but you reckon a single man who looks like him is quite used to fending off hungry cougars.

She starts by sitting near his table in her tight workout clothes, ostensibly bending over to pick up repeatedly dropped objects, affording various views of her generous cleavage and spin-class toned rear end. You know you have no right to feel so pleased that Mr. Wick seems to ignore her.

But then she ups her game, so bold as to sit down at his table with him to chat. He talks to her politely. One day, she actually succeeds in making him laugh. You hear it, loosed like an arrow that strikes you from across the room.

You have zero right to be jealous, of course, but you can’t help it. You and Mr. Wick have a thing.

Maybe just in your own head, but still.

But maybe they would be a good couple, you reason sadly, making yourself think realistically. Closer to the same age. And he does seem so lonely.

A few days later they come in the door together, seeming content, and your heart plummets to your feet. Holy shit, she actually pulled it off. They’re dating, you’re perfectly convinced.

In that moment you decide to back off. Mr. Wick is at least twenty years your elder. What the fuck would he want with an awkward little gremlin like you? It’s amazing sometimes, how well you can delude yourself. A curse of having a vivid imagination, perhaps. He’s just polite, and you are kind to him, because he seems a little broken. You resolve to behave. No more quips. No more teasing. From this day forward it shall be only, Here’s your coffee, yes sir, have a good day.

You’ve never been terribly good at keeping resolutions, but you’re going to try.

-Your determination to leave Mr. Wick alone is timed conveniently with a new hire who is around your age. He is and cute, and you get on immediately. Your flirting is fairly harmless, though you know the shop is filled with loud laughter from the two of you when your shifts coincide. Sometimes you feel Mr. Wick looking over at you after you’ve had a good chortle, and you sense he is annoyed.

Once, you catch him glaring at Brian’s back like he might like to carve the boy’s liver.

You try to quiet down, but it never really lasts. It’s been a while, since you’ve met someone who you click with so well. A comrade makes working in the service industry slightly more endurable, after all.

-One day, you burn yourself on the steamer wand while Mr. Wick is waiting for his order. Maybe it’s the volume of the unladylike expletive that spills from your lips, but he does not hesitate to come around the counter to check on you. It hurts like a motherfucker, and while you blink back tears you are quick to dig out ice to put on it. He even more quickly bats it into the sink, flipping the faucet on. “Cold water is better.”

Before you know it he is guiding your wrist into the stream with a gentle but exacting grip. “Hold that there,” he instructs. You can’t fathom disobeying him.

Brian stares rather dumbfoundedly at the customer behind the counter. “Um…sir? You can’t be back here.”

 “Then get her the first aid kit instead of standing there looking useless,” he snaps, and the young man jumps into action, scurrying away.

John gives a low whistle once you’ve finished with the cold water, blotting you dry at the butt end of the counter. “You got yourself good.”

“It’s not the first time,” you sigh. You’re not particularly clumsy, but it happens when you’re juggling five things at once to keep the drink orders moving.

John bandages the burn for you, frowning at the salve provided in the first aid kit that expired years ago, but deciding it will do in a pinch. His long-fingered hands are precise, but gentle, and as he touches you, you feel your brain turn to mush. You can’t remember the last time someone took care of you like this.

Maybe he’s not mad at you after all.

Later that day you appear from the back, to find a little paper pharmacy bag on the counter with your name written in concise black print. Inside there is more ointment, large Band-aids, and a little Snickers chocolate bar.

How did he know it’s your favorite?

Even though you didn’t see him come or go, you know it was Mr. Wick, and this small gesture touches you to tips of your toes.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Light the Way - Part One

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x f!reader Warnings: Angst, date rape/roofies, slight BDSM Word count: ~4k

Chapter summary: Starting a new job is never easy, it's even worse when your boss is an arsehole. When he unexpectedly comes to the rescue though, the relationship dynamic changes drastically.

She graduated from university a year ago with a Bachelor’s degree in PR and Marketing, and still has no idea what she wants from life, although the last twelve months of working as a barista have proven to her that a career in hospitality and customer service is definitely not it. Having happened across an online advertisement of a vacancy for the position of a personal assistant at a private law firm, she applied on a whim, never expecting to hear back. It’s not like she was qualified anyway, so she had nothing to lose

Yet, here she is, almost four weeks later, standing in the foyer of Red Keep Legal, preparing to begin her first day. The office building is sleek and modern, minimalist in decor, yet the polish of everything suggests it is incomprehensibly expensive. A handsome, bearded, older man, dressed in a sharp suit collects her from reception. She learns his name is Otto Hightower and he is a partner at the firm. They are high end solicitors and only take on the most exclusive of clients. She turns his business card over in her hands, the thickness of the smooth, matte black cardstock is high quality, with ornate golden lettering and a blood red logo of a three headed dragon. She knows she has seen that logo before, but can’t place where exactly.

“You’ll be a personal assistant to my grandson, Aemond.” Otto tells her. “He’s working on a particularly tricky case at the moment, so you’ll be responsible for ensuring he has everything he needs. I imagine he won’t ask you to do much more than get him coffee.” 

So there it was, the reason she’d gotten the job. She was hoping her coffee making days were behind her, but no such luck. She sighs inwardly, the bitter irony is almost comical.

“Anyway, if you have no further questions, I shall introduce you to Aemond.” Otto concludes.

She smiles and nods politely as he turns on his heel and leads her towards the elevator, stopping on the second to last floor. She follows him along a marble floored corridor, before he gently raps his knuckles against the rich mahogany of an office door. After a few moments the door swings open to reveal the most ethereal being she’d ever laid eyes upon. He is impossibly tall without being gangly or awkward; his long, lithe limbs flow like water as he props himself against the doorframe. His silky, silver locks are perfectly coiffed and she feels self conscious as the bright blue of his right eye scans all the way from her feet to the top of her head, analysing every inch. She notices the skin around his left eye is lightly scarred - the only indication that the realistic prosthetic that sits within the socket isn’t something he can actually see out of. The simple long sleeved top and black trousers she’s wearing suddenly feel drab in comparison to the well tailored navy blue suit he wears, and she fights the urge to hide herself. 

“Aemond, this is your new personal assistant.” Otto informs him, gesturing towards her. “Your mother and I worked hard to find this one, so perhaps you could try being a little more cordial than last time.”

She doesn’t stop to think about what that could possibly mean, letting out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding in and rushing forward, smiling wide and extending a hand. 

“Hi Aemond! It’s wonderful to meet you!” 

His plush, full lips remain unmoving, as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, not returning the gesture and continuing to study her. 

She drops her hand, feeling deflated and laughs nervously.

Clearly not picking up on the awkwardness, or simply not caring, Otto glances between the two of them, before giving a curt nod and striding back towards the elevator.

Aemond watches him go before returning his attention back to her. 

“Wonderful to meet me, hm?” he finally says, quirking an eyebrow. 

Before she can respond, he continues, “Look, I’ve told my grandfather I don’t need an assistant and I like my own space. I’m looking over some contracts at the moment, so I would prefer it if you could make yourself scarce.” He disappears from view, allowing his office door to close behind him.

She immediately feels miserable. Her shoulders slump as she stands in front of the closed door. The first day of a new job should feel exciting, especially when your boss is so breathtakingly handsome, but this guy is rude and has declared her useless within minutes of meeting her. For a moment she considers just walking out and not returning.

She spends the remainder of the day sitting at her desk that’s positioned to the outer left of Aemond’s door. No one goes in or out, and not once does she catch sight of him. As far as first days go this is undoubtedly the worst she has ever experienced. As tempting as it is to just bail and head home, she desperately needs the cash, so she watches the hours slowly tick by on the off chance her stand-offish boss may suddenly decide he needs something. By the time 6pm rolls around, and she stands to gather her things, her legs have cramped from sitting for so long and she curses herself for only stretching her legs on the few occasions she went to the bathroom.

Arriving home, she finds her flatmate isn’t back yet and breathes a sigh of relief, knowing she’d be bombarded with questions about her first day and not have a positive answer for any of them. She uses the opportunity to pace the flat, rifling through the contact sheet and paperwork she has been given. She sighs when she happens upon the number listed for Aemond - what was the point of having the number of someone who seemingly wanted nothing to do with her? She saves it to her phone anyway, tomorrow was a new day after all. Perhaps she’ll score a few brownie points if she texts and offers to grab him coffee on her way to the office. She still can’t figure out why he’d been so cold towards her. Flopping down on the couch with a glass of wine, she boots up her laptop, deciding to do some research on Aemond Targaryen, as she realises that beyond meeting him today and knowing he works for one of the most prestigious law firms in all of Westeros, she really knows nothing about the man she is supposed to be working for.

She wakes up early the next morning, armed with a plan. Her evening of wine-fuelled research had been fruitful. She’d discovered that Aemond was from a family of famous Valyrian legal, political and business figures. Her recognition of the logo on Otto’s card was because it was regularly splashed across all of the major tabloid and broadsheet newspapers. She’d read through a few old articles regarding family drama, disputes over assets, and the death of his father to get an idea of who he was, before deciding his cold demeanour is likely attributed to the combined stress of his job and seemingly endless rifts between his mother and half-sister. She decides that if she is to break down his walls then she will do so with kindness, but she also wants to look the part - if she is to fit in with such sophisticated people then she needs to start dressing like one. She slips into a pencil skirt so fitted it looks like it has been painted on, alongside a sheer white blouse and a killer pair of black stilettos. She completes the look with perfectly styled hair and a thick coat of blood red lipstick. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t vying for more than Aemond’s professional attention, but she’d try anything at this point just to get him to acknowledge her presence. Giving herself a last once over look in the mirror, she fires off what she considers to be a breezy good morning text to Aemond, before heading to the coffee shop she used to work at. “Good morning Mr. Targaryen! Hope you’re well today. I’ll grab you a coffee on my way to the office. See you soon!”

Arriving exactly thirty minutes later, coffees in hand, she is disappointed to see that she’s been left on read. Nevermind. She has gone all out with the coffee order, asking for the special roast of beans with an extra shot and foamed milk. This was sure to win him over. She knocks timidly at his office door and after a long moment is about to knock again when it swings slowly open with a perfectly poised Aemond on the other side. God, he was breathtaking.

She realises she has gone too long without saying anything when he snaps out an impatient “Yes?” She jumps slightly, stepping forward into his office without an invitation. Aemond cautiously backs away, his brow furrowing with suspicion and confusion.

She thrusts one of the cups towards him, “Umm…I text you. Did you - uh - coffee?” Great, now I’ve lost the fucking power of speech.

Aemond gingerly accepts the cup from her, without saying thank you. “Are you always this articulate?” He says flatly, before taking a sip. His nose instantly wrinkles, “Ugh, does this have milk in it? I’m allergic to dairy."

Her eyes widen in horror, "Oh gods,, I’m so sorry! I should have thought to ask, I can always get you-"

"Forget it.” He cuts her off, “That will be all for the day, before you try to poison me any further. Close the door on your way out.”

Fantastic, another day sat at my desk, except this time I’m dressed like a cheap escort. 

The confidence she’d felt when she stepped out of the door this morning had been crushed flat by Aemond in a matter of seconds. She sits with her hands clasped tightly in front of her on the desk, willing her unshed tears away. Did he want her to quit? She’d placed everything on this job and she didn’t want to give it up without a fight. Sje simply couldn’t understand why Aemond seemed to hate her so much.

After a few hours pass by, she notices it is lunch time - he has to take a break some time. She decides that now is when she’ll make her move. Standing purposefully, she sniffs back her tears and checks her make-up in her compact mirror, before strutting back towards Aemond’s door. She’ll give that arsehole a piece of her mind. It was about time he learned to respect her.

She bursts into Aemond’s office without knocking. “Just who in the hell do you think you are?!” she rants, not waiting for his reaction to her sudden intrusion.

He looks up from the documents he has been reading and stares at her, but his expression is unreadable.

He stays silent, so she continues her tirade. “I didn’t have a fucking clue who you were when I accepted this job, despite that I’ve treated you with nothing but respect and you can’t even extend me the same courtesy!” She paces as she yells at him, gesticulating wildly. There’s a part of her telling her to stop, that this behaviour will likely get her fired, but at this point it would have been like attempting to put toothpaste back in the tube. “I know you think you’re hot shit, but that doesn’t exempt you from behaving like a decent human being.” She stops and looks at him then, his face still a mask of neutrality as he gazes up at her from his seat at the desk. “Why aren’t you saying anything?!” She demands.

“Oh, are you done?” He replies sarcastically.

She throws her hands up in exasperation, eliciting a huge sigh at his complete lack of emotion. 

Accepting her reaction as affirmation, he diverts his attention back to his paperwork and mutters “Well, if that’s all, you know where the door is.”

It takes all of her willpower not to grab the nearest object and launch it towards his head. She storms outside, slamming the door as she goes. Fuck this. Walking purposefully straight to the elevator, she lets it take her to the ground floor before hastily exiting the office building. There was absolutely no way she was spending another second in this godforsaken building.

Arriving home she throws her keys a little too aggressively onto the kitchen counter and heads straight towards the fridge, grabbing for the can of whipped cream. As she loudly squirts an unhealthy sized swirl of it into her mouth, her flatmate, Rhea, looks up from her laptop with an amused smile and asks “Rough morning?”

She hadn’t noticed her sitting at the dining table, too engrossed in her own foul mood to have any awareness of her surroundings. “Think I lost my job.” She slurs without bothering to swallow.

Rhea closes the lid of her laptop and rushes to pull her into a bear hug. Finally releasing her, she smiles kindly and wipes cream from her chin, before saying “First of all, you’re gross, and second, how has that happened? You’ve been there less than 48 hours!”

“It’s a long story.” She sighs, “The short version is that my boss is an arsehole, so I yelled at him and then left the office.”

“Oh.” Rhea winces, “That’s bad.”

“What the fuck am I going to do?!” She whines, rubbing her temples.

“Well, it might not solve your impending unemployment, but we could go out tonight?”

“Are you high right now, Rhea?! The only thing I’ll be doing tonight is looking at the classifieds!”

“Come on, you were miserable for so long in your last job and don’t seem to be faring much better in this one. You deserve a little fun!”

“I dunno…”

“I’m not taking no for an answer! I’m working from home today, so having a reason to leave the flat later will keep me sane. Plus you don’t even need to get changed - you are wearing that outfit!”

“Fine. I guess one drink couldn’t hurt.”

Rhea squeals with excitement, clapping her hands. “Amazing! Now be a doll and fuck off until 7pm, I have to concentrate.”

Rhea returns to her laptop while she retreats to her room, wondering if there will ever be a point this week where she isn’t being told to go away by someone.

The bar they end up at later that evening is loud and overcrowded. Despite that, she can feel herself relaxing. Perhaps it was the second white wine she was sipping or the steady beat of the music causing her to sway your hips involuntarily, but for the first time in two days she wasn't thinking about Aemond. She sighs contentedly, draining her glass and flashing Rhea a toothy grin as she pushes through the crowd with their next round of drinks. 

“Having fun?” Rhea half shouts over the cacophony of noise. 

Nodding, she grabs her hand, dragging her towards the dance floor. She chugs her drink as they both move to the rhythm of the song playing. She feels woozy and attributes it to drinking too much wine too fast.

“You want water?” She shouts to Rhea, making a drinking motion with her hand. Rhea nods gratefully and she staggers her way to the bar. She can feel her vision shifting in and out of focus and getting her legs to work the way she wants them to is proving difficult. Changing course, she heads outside, deciding a few lungfuls of fresh air will help set her straight.

As she slides down the brick exterior of the building she barely notices the dark figure that has followed her outside. “Easy.” A gruff male voice says, though in her mind it sounds far away, “Just relax.” Rough hands paw at her as her head flops around on a neck that feels boneless.

“Get the fuck off her.” She hears a familiar voice snarl demandingly. The man is gone in a flash and replaced instead by someone crouching in front of her, cupping her cheeks and coaxing her to look up into a concerned blue eye.

“Aemond?” She slurs.

“Keep looking at me.” Aemond says, cradling her head, “I’m fairly certain that that prick spiked your drink. I’m going to make sure you get home safely, but you need to stay awake, okay?”

Her eyes are glassy and Aemond blurs and duplicates in her vision as he keeps her face tilted up towards him. “Rhea.” She mumbles groggily.

As if summoned by the utterance of her name, her room mate pushes her way out of the bar, phone in hand, looking left and right. When she finally catches sight of her slumped on the ground with a man crouching over her, she shrieks and runs towards her. “What are you doing to her?!”

“Helping her.” Aemond replies flatly, without looking away from her. “Pretty sure she’s been spiked.”

“Jesus!” Rhea squeals, kneeling at her side, before finally looking over at Aemond. “Holy shit! You’re Aemond Targaryen! Your uncle is so hot!”

Aemond rolls his eye, hooking his arms around the body of the semi-conscious woman in front of him and slowly lifting her to her feet.

“Should we call the police?” Rhea asks, slowly realising the gravity of the situation.

Aemond turns to stare at her. “It will take an hour for them to get here.” He explains. “And when they do they’ll just file a report which they’ll never follow up on. Our time is better spent getting her home, so she’s at least safe. I’m assuming you know where she lives?”

Rhea nods. “We’re flatmates.”

Aemond momentarily supports her weight with a single arm as he fishes his phone out of his pocket, unlocks it and passes it to Rhea. “Order an Uber”.

“Thanks for helping her.” Rhea says, as the Uber finally pulls up to the curb. They waited in total silence and any excitement Rhea had felt at having met Aemond was rapidly dissipating into awkward discomfort. “I can look after her from here.” She moves to take her from the supporting hold he has on her.

“Because you’ve done such an incredible job of that so far.” He retorts icily. “I’m coming with you.”

He maneuveres her limp form into the back of the car as Rhea makes her way around to the other side to sit next to her. She is surprised to see Aemond fold his tall frame into the backseat beside her, fully expecting him to ride shotgun. The drive back is tense and uncomfortable. She sits unconscious, sandwiched between the two of them, her heading lolling against Aemond’s shoulder.

“So…” Rhea begins, attempting to break the silence, “You’re the arsehole boss then?”

It was intended as a joke, but Aemond’s humourless chuckle instantly makes her cheeks burn at having said something so rude. “Is it true you’re going to fire her?”

Aemond seems surprised at that. “No,” He says simply. “I won’t expect to see her in the office tomorrow, she’ll need a day to recover, but tell her to be there at 9am sharp on Thursday. And I take my coffee black.”

“Sure.” Rhea smiles meekly. By this point, the Uber has pulled up to its destination. “Would you like to uh…?” She asks, gesturing towards the block of flats.

“No, I think you’ll be fine from here.” He responds, “Goodnight.”

With that, Rhea is left to help her out of the car, which pulls away as soon as she's closed the door.

The next day she awakens with no memory of the evening before, feeling like she has the mother of all hangovers. She swears loudly as she looks at the time and realises it’s almost midday. If she wasn’t fired before, she certainly was now.

Hearing she is awake, Rhea sweeps into the room with a tall glass of water for her. She fills her in on the details of the previous evening and she listens in stunned silence. She spends the rest of the day in bed, struggling to process what has happened to her and the fact that a man she’d assumed hated her had come so valiantly to her rescue.

Thursday morning rolls around quickly and she dresses simply in black trousers and a sensible cardigan. She heads to grab Aemond his morning coffee; black coffee. No sooner had she deposited the cup into his hand had apologies begun tumbling from her lips, saying sorry for how she’d spoken to him, sorry for storming off, sorry for him having to look after her. He cuts her off, sliding a sheet of paper towards her.

“This,” He begins, “Is a list of things I need you to do for me today. Think you can handle it?”

She nods, stunned at finally being asked to help him out.

“Perfect. See you later.”

The day passes in a blur and she struggles. This is the first day she’s actually performing the job she has been hired to do and the busy, demanding nature of a prestigious law firm was worlds apart from the past two days of sitting at her desk and sulking. She gets lost trying to deliver documents to various people’s offices, forgets to seal contracts in confidential envelopes and accidentally hangs up on no less than five clients while trying to transfer their calls. It is a complete disaster.

She sits, highlighting every instance of the word “Harrenhal” in a document, feeling totally overwhelmed. How could anyone manage to be so bad at a relatively simple job?! The truth was, she kept finding herself distracted, thinking about what had happened to her two nights ago. What would have happened if Aemond hadn’t shown up? She caps the highlighter pen, resting her head in her hands and fails to suppress a sob.

Hearing his office door open, she turns to face Aemond as he exits, attempting to compose herself, but knows he has likely already seen her crying. “Sorry.” She whispers. “I’m just having a bad day. Ignore me.” She sniffles and wipes her eyes.

Silently Aemond beckons her into his office, maintaining eye contact as he does so.

She follows obediently, dread gnawing at her insides, certain he’s going to fire her.

 “Kneel.” He quietly commands, once the door is closed behind them.

“What?!” Her eyes widen in shock.

“Trust me, you need this. Kneel.” He insists.

She does as she is told, kneeling before him, gazing up at his impossibly tall frame with curiosity.

He slowly reaches out a hand, fingers gently grazing her jawline, before running a thumb over her lips. He pushes gently, parting them and meeting the resistance of her teeth. “Open”.

This time she doesn’t question his request, silently accepting the alien intrusion of Aemond’s thumb into her mouth. Instinctively she feels herself sucking on the digit and gradually relaxes. The sensation sends a throb of arousal straight to her core. She’d never experienced anything like this before, but seeing him tower over her, offering his thumb for her to suck was strangely erotic.

“Better?” He asks.

She simply nods, doe-eyed and staring at him in awe.

“Good.” He smiles slightly, stooping down until his lips are ghosting the shell of her ear. It makes her shiver. “I much preferred Tuesday’s outfit, by the way. Maybe that can make a reappearance tomorrow?”

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3. Espresso

Genre: BTS, Idol AU, poly au, BTS x reader, OT7, OT7 x reader, Idol BTS, Dom BTS, sub reader, angst, fluff, eventual smut

Warnings: BTS x reader, very subby reader, innocent reader, power play, eventual smut, sexual and non sexual domination, a lot of skinship (but like lots) excessive pet names, sexism, anxiety, insecurities, possessive behavior, maybe BTS x BTS etc…

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“I hope I got everything right…” you mumble to yourself as you walk through the halls of Hybe’s building.

That day, the boys noticed how hazy and soft you had gotten, so after gorging your hand all nicely patched up, decided to stop fuzzing over you…for now. So they started talking business. And you completely believed them when they told you they were in need of a new assistant. Of course they had Sejin and a handful of assistants, but they said they were in need of someone to take care of more personal requests. After meeting you in the café and seeing how well you worked, they thought you would be perfect for the job. They even told you how they had loved your coffee more than any of the other baristas from the little shop from the building!

Of course, you fell right through it.

You were a little skeptical at first, but as soon as they started praising your skills, you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing a little and accepting their deal with a soft smile. It was not your fault!! It was their voices…and the way they would give you camouflaged grounding words that just made your life easier and calmed your anxious brain. If they were so nice all the time, you thought, maybe this job wouldn’t be as bad as you imagined. And it seemed you weren’t getting fired anytime soon, or that’s what they told you when they heard a little of one of your nervous ramblings when they brought out a non-disclosure-agreement and the contract. When you saw the pay, you could only feel even surer about accepting the job.

And here you were. Your first official day.

First you had to go through the front desk to pick up the ID card and pass the boys had asked specially for you. You received a couple of weird looks from the woman on the reception, but you didn’t have time to think about it since your phone chimed on your pocket. They all had asked for your number, since it would be way easier and faster to communicate their requests. So now you had each of their contacts, as well as a couple group chats they had added you too and sent many funny memes and stickers that made you feel more at ease.

You too your phone out to see a message.

Hoseok-nim

Hey, pretty, would you be a peach and bring me an Espresso?

You typed a quick answer, starting to walk towards the small kitchen-type room only a few had access in Hybe. As their new personal assistant, of course you did.

You

Of course, Hoseok-nim. Where should I bring it to you?

Hoseok-nim

I’m in my studio! Hope world 🌞 on the seventeenth floor.

And don’t call me that, sweet thing!! You don’t have to be so formal with us!

Call me Hobi!

You wouldn’t want to be a bad girl and make your sunshine upset, would you, girlie? 🥺

You

Of course not, Hoseok-nim!!

No no! I’m sorry!

I mean, Hobi…

Please don’t get angry :(

Hoseok-nim

That’s much better, Y/nie

And please make one of those nasty drinks Yoongi hyung likes, he’s been on his studio since last night.

You

I’ll be there soon, sir!

I could get used to hearing her call me sir…but that thought stayed in Hoseok’s mind as he sighed.

You move swiftly, preparing the drinks you had been ordered, with a soft blush on your cheeks from Hoseok’s words. Calling him Hobi felt much better, and your absolutely loved it. Even though you weren’t sure if it was appropriate…he said it was alright, didn’t he? So there shouldn’t be a problem.

As soon as the drinks were ready, you put the lids on the plastic cups and started making your way towards the studio. You were still a bit nervous, not used to working with such important and handsome people. Not ever in a million years would you imagine yourself in such a position. The boys had made their biggest effort to make you feel comfortable, but you still needed a bit more time. You made it to the studio with a the vibrant letters “Hope World”

You used your free hand to knock on the door, and you felt a little stupid when you saw a doorbell in the panel for the password. With a sighed, you pressed the little button and the door flew open almost immediately, a smiling Hoseok welcoming you.

“Hello pretty girl, you are fast walker aren’t you?” you smiled shyly to the pet name, and you looked at him through your lashes.

“A bit…I-I've been told I walk quickly when I’m nervous” you admit rubbing your nape, making him coo.

“Aigoo, we can’t have that, can we? Come inside” you were about to protest, not wanting to interrupt his work, but he sent you such an intense look that made you shut your mouth and follow him inside the studio and watch as he sat on the desk to save a file he was working on. “I forgot to give you the password so you wouldn’t have to ring. Sorry about that.”

“No no! Don’t be sorry Hoseok-nim! I understand you wouldn’t want to give such an important information to just anyone! It’s already a lot for you let me come in here and…” You speak as you shake your free hand to articulate, starting another one of your nervous rambling but stopping abruptly.

Hoseok’s chair turned around slowly, very slowly. And he set his eyes on you.

You felt electricity go down your spine and something tighten inside your belly. He was looking at you with a stone gaze, the same one you had seen in a few dance practice videos were one of the meme bees made a mistake or he wasn’t happy with the choreography. One of his hands was holding tightly to the armrest of the chair, and the other was was splayed over his thigh. Dangerously close to his crotch. You removed your gaze immediately when you realized you were staring, but not fast enough for him not to notice. He smirked a bit, but his eyes didn’t soften, raising his chin before speaking.

“What did you just call me?” Your eyes widened as you realized your mistake, but he didn’t even let you even open your mouth before he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Here I was, thinking you were a good girl, seems like I was mistaken, hmm?”

You start to panic, your breathing hitching a bit too often as you look at him with big puppy eyes. You don’t want him to think you are bad! You weren’t bad, you just had a little slip, but it was enough too had your lip trembling. You wanted to be good for him, and for the others. You felt just like the first day you met them in their office, filled with this weird sensation of wanting to do what they say, follow their orders and hear their praises afterwards.

And it was so weird! You barely new them! But somehow, you felt comfortable enough to allow yourself this feelings of wanting to please. To receive their orders.

To give control up.

“No no! S-sir…H-Hobi! H-Hobi!” you can’t help but stutter as your rub your feet together nervously, looking at him with sad regretful eyes “I’m sorry, I-I really sorry. I won’t do it again…I-I’ll listen! I can be good! I promise! I’m sorry” You look at him pitifully, with your lips tucked in a trembling pout.

And he uses most of his self control not to kiss that pretty little pout on your lips and make you repeat his name as sweetly as you had just done for him.

But he didn’t. He got up and walked close to you, fixing a strand of your hair behind your ear and cupping you jaw, tightening his grip a tiny bit when you tried to lower your gaze. His hand was warm, and his slender fingers felt good against your skin.

Your mouth fell a little open, and he took advantage of that and shook your face a little bit, helping to ground you again. Your tense body relaxes and your cheeks blush softly, a tiny happy smile appears on your face as you feel warm taking over your whole body, specially your lower belly, but your smile disappears when you shiver softly as soon as you feel his fingers graze your earlobe, and he can’t help but notice the way your bones vibrate, holding back a whimper.

Oh, now he wants to hear it.

He grazes your earlobe again, using his thumb and index finger to slightly pinch it as the rest of his fingers caress your neck. Goosebumps appear all over your skin and a whimper comes out of your lips, loud and clear. He wishes he had the microphones from the studio recording so he could capture such a sound, as it comes out of you again when he repeats the motion.

“Hmm, you are sensitive, aren’t you?” you can’t do much more than nod tiredly, cuddling a little bit against his grip that remains on your jaw. You were feeling tingly all over your body. “It’s alright, pretty girl. How could I not forgive you when you apologized so prettily? Such a good girl for me…”

You smile, openly cuddling against his hand as he caressed your neck one last time, before letting you. Not without making sure you came back to earth, even though way more calmed. He took his drink from the plastic holder you brought and put it back in your hand with Yoongi’s order.

“Even though I would love to have you here, I need to get back to work, and I’m sure hyung could use the distraction, so why don’t you act the treat and take this to him before the ice melts?” he smirked as you nodded obediently, a happy blush decorating your cheeks.

“Yes, Hobi” you flashed a smile at him as you waved softly, and he gave a small encouraging tap on your lower back (a tiny bit lower than he should have, but no one had to notice that)

“Oh, and the password from here is 940218, so come back whenever you want, peach. And don’t say again you are ‘just anyone’, because I assure you, you are not”

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!!Serial killer yandere oc!!

Tw: kidnapping, Stalking, threats, blackmail, forced affection, knife play, gun play, praise, overstimulation, mention of ex visiting reader, bondage and heavy heavy kink!

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I worked as a small college horror movie writer. I often at a small cafe, did most of my best works and was working on a script for the actors, although I hit major writers block. I let out a heavy sigh, the deadline was in a month and the weeks were flying by, I needed to finish it before the deadline hit or I would for sure be fired. I let out a frustrated sigh of sexual frustration, my ex started appearing more frequently at my apartment to the point it interfered with my already non existent sex life and exhausted me.

I was exhausted due to my ex banging on my door at night, it often happened exactly when I was finally almost asleep. I got no sleep the night before and writers block was kicking my fucking ass.

The cafe was calm and quiet and had a soft calming lofi music silently playing in the back, a absolute hidden gem and one of the very few places my ex didn’t follow me too.

I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes tightly, I had been so preoccupied with the letters I’ve been mysteriously receiving and these odd messages I didn’t even notice the deadline arriving so soon, it was seriously stressing me out.

The lovely barista who was around 6’4 approached me, she was gorgeous and littered in tattoos, her hair was pure black and long and her eyes were a vibrant green and I felt as if they pierced my soul.

I looked at her name tag that said ‘Rosetta’ and smiled tiredly, I was a somewhat regular I’d say and she grown quite found of me, I also had a slight crush on her but how could I not? She was gorgeous. I felt a warm sensation in my pants and awkwardly shuffled side to side in my seat, she smiled seemingly knowingly and blush grew on my face, she couldn’t possibly know could she?

She spoke in a thick deep Russian accent calmly “You know how much I adore you visiting so often but the owners been giving me shit for letting you sit here without ordering” she chuckled and clicked her pen awaiting my order

I melted at her voice, I could just imagine so many sinful things- as I thought slightly on what she did to me she cleared her throat and said sadly, “my dear if you don’t order I’m afraid I have to kick you out” as soon as those words left her mouth I immediately spoke softly “Um a caramel latte please”

She smiled at you and wrote it down quickly “I’ll be out with it soon!”

As she spoke you shrugged softly and payed with a slight generous tip seeing as you were very paranoid about running out of money eventually if you aren’t done the script in time.

It seemingly took you hours to drink your coffee to the point where you were in the cafe from 8am-10:30pm just simply staring at the computer screen too busy slowly sipping your coffee and fantasizing about the barista. You wondered what it would be like if she ripped off your clothes and fucked you in the break room, although you wished you could stay in that trance and shook your head. Then you got up and walked out with your laptop, unaware of the watchful eyes watching you leave the cafe.

You entered your apartment, placing your things down and slowly stripping from your attire from the day to reveal a simple lace set, you were desperate to sit down and watch your favourite movies and finally relax and hopefully finally get some well deserved sleep. After a couple minutes you finally sunk into the couch, relaxing finally and slipping a finger into your cunt that dripped from your little barista crush.

After I slipped my finger in I let out a soft moan and continued to quickly move my finger in and out, as soon as I was about to cum I heard a loud knock at my door and I rolled my eyes and got up, I yelled a loud “Jesus Christ give me a minute!” Then grabbed a robe and slipped it over my body. I opened the door to reveal my ex partner glaring me down, as soon as she opened her mouth I saw a knife rip through her head going through her mouth, I watched as she choked on her own blood and I stepped back. Tears welded in my eyes as I saw Rosetta walk in after throwing the body down into the hallway, fear coursing through my body. She closed the door behind her and I walked backwards away from her, her eyes were soft and crazed. I opened my phone to call for 911 and I was greeted with a singular message that said ‘she won’t bother you anymore’. I shakily took another step back and Rosetta pouted, grabbing my phone and throwing it and spoke “Did you get my message?” I whimpered, a choked whisper of fear left my mouth, as I did so she kissed me, her warm lips meeting mine and I melted in her arms, the fear somewhat leaving my body until I snapped back to reality as I opened my eyes and saw her pull out her knife and slowly cut off my robe. I let out a scream of terror and wrestled with her to get the knife, as I gripped the knife she kicked my knees cruelly as giggled as I fell to the ground

“Goodnight cutie”

Then everything around me went black and I spiralled into cold unconsciousness, at least I get sleep?

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I woke up chained to a cold floor, my hands tightly bound in handcuffs, thick, heavy duty metal that I had no chance of breaking. I screamed and tears fell from my eyes as I panicked, thrashing around on the cold stone floor. As I screamed loudly I saw Rosetta approach me slowly fear pulsating in my body. I heard a soft hush from her when I began to slowly cry, as she pinned me to the cold ground she whispered “I’m sorry baby but she was bothering you and I couldn’t risk her stealing you from me”

I cried harder as she whispered a soft “let me make it up to you sweetheart”

Fear pulsating through my body as she pressed herself closer while undoing my bra and cutting off my thong, I opened my mouth to protest but she simply shoved my cut up thong in my mouth and duct taped it. I whimpered and attempted to pull my pussy away from her fingers desperately, but it was no use she plummeted her fingers deep into my pussy over and over again while rubbing my sensitive clit.

I felt a deep pressure in my stomach and tears fell from my eyes as I softly moaned desperate for it to stop but also so desperate for the release my body desperately craved from her skilled fingers that with expertise massaged my inner walls and my clit to cumming. Tears sprung to my eyes as I came all over her skilled fingers, I heard giggling as she softly praised “good girll.. can you do one more for me?” As I shook my head violently she pouted and said “oh no you want more then one? You want me to overstimulate you until morning? Okay sweetheart whatever you desire”

She spoke giggling continuing her assault on my sensitive pussy, her skilled fingers not stopping for even a second.

My eyes rolled back and I felt her kiss the top of my head and softly speak “only I can ever have you like this, rest my love.” Then slowly place her chin on my head while whispering sweet nothings as she ruthlessly fucked my poor pussy.

I gripped my thighs around her hand and moaned loudly, as much as I hated to admit it my body craves her and she could tell. as she continued to fuck me I came for a second time, then a third, fourth, sixth..

Oh fuck it I lost count

Then I slowly faded out of consciousness while she still fucked my poor pussy, exhausted from her relentless pleasure. I whined and tried to pull away from her hug and she immediately snapped “You do that and I’ll shot that pretty head off” she said while holding a cold hand gun against my head, tears flooding down my cheek I nodded and moved back closer to her.

She tsked and spoke “next time I’ll make you fuck that gun” then continued to make me cum, then I finally fell asleep, leaving my body to be ruthlessly violated by my kidnapper.

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PART 4 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader.

WC: 4.2k | Synopsis: Slice of Life, another night after closing shop. Your Café has gotten busier thanks to that Skz-Code Episode filmed there finally being released. Tonight however, Chris is here to brighten the night. This is the first time you both admit to loving each other by the way - but it’s cute I promise.

Notes: FLUFF, Angst (if you squint, and I mean really squint), Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Swearing, Idol!Chan, Barista!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Cringe Cringe-Cheesy-Corny-Slight Suggestiveness-Insufferable Flirt (Thanks Chris), Shirtless!Chan (IT’S BED TIME), Swearing, Pet Names Used (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Sweetie, Love), Kisses (Duh)

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition - NOT MENTIONED IN THIS PARTICULAR FIC

PART 4

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

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It’s been another tiring day. Perhaps even more chaotic than ever before. Chris had given you warning, but JYPE had only just released the Skz Code Episode that they filmed ages ago here. Chris had argued to have it released at a later date, to protect your privacy and give you more time to live normally before things suddenly changed.

He was right of course, with Stay’s being the detectives they are, and Stray Kids being the famous idols they are, your Café was soon discovered, and before long you had a stream of customers flowing in and out practically around the clock. They’d take photos where the members sat, ask if they left messages around the place, ask you so many questions about them that you didn’t feel you had the right to answer.

Even with Ashley by your side, doing her best to help keep the business afloat on a daily basis things were strained. You’ve just recently set up an application process for new employees because dear lord, you needed them. Ashley even suggested adjusting your usual policy, which you were hesitant to do at first, but eventually caved at the exhaustion evident in your poor, younger friend and employee. 

Customers were no longer allowed to stay overnight, and you closed at 11pm rather than 1am now. It was perhaps your least favourite thing to do – going around to wake up sleeping customers when it was time to close shop. Chris was right, Ashley is bright… and awfully considerate. She even considered that it’d be beneficial for your relationship with Chris, closing shop early, so you can spend more time together when he’s here.

Naturally, Chris can no longer help you at the coffee machine, even if he wears a full disguise, Stay’s would recognise him immediately. Whenever he visits, he can’t do much except lounge around in your upstairs apartment. It pains you to have to lock him up, but both of you know you can’t risk a scandal. Previously, Ashley would be able to hold the fort, allowing you and Chris to escape out on a little date, but not now… now you’re too busy to leave Ash by herself. You really really need new employees. Preferably people who aren’t Stay’s… so you can explain your relationship with Chris and not have them leak any information. 

This… this is too much.

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You sigh and rest your forehead on the cold glass of the window. You’re meant to be pulling down the shutters, having finally kicked James out of your Café. As per usual, he was asking too many questions, wondering why you’re suddenly so busy. He asked you out again the other day, and you finally snapped. You told him, straight and clear, that you were taken. In hindsight it probably wasn’t the best idea, because he now spends a lot of his time asking you who you’re dating; of course, you can’t tell him.

A pitiful groan rumbles through your throat, and you try to quell the hurricane of thoughts swirling incessantly in your mind. The chill of the glass is a small reprieve, but it still hurts to think.

“Jagiya… baby, are you okay?” someone calls out to you. Your heart leaps into your throat at the endearment, and you muster the energy to spin yourself around, eyes lazily falling onto the man standing at the bottom of the staircase, his face distorted in concern.

“Another boring day for you, wasn’t it? I’m sorry, Chris,” you murmur, dragging yourself towards him with your head drooping. He meets you halfway, immediately pulling you into a tight embrace and placing an affectionate kiss on the top of your head, “Sweetie it’s okay. I’m perfectly happy to work on our songs all day.”

You sigh into his shirt and twist the fabric in your hands desperately, your heart aching, “You might be but I’m not…” you pull away so you can see his face and pout sadly, “You’re meant to be here on break, not working away.”

His soft smile causes your heart to melt, the ache only intensifying after he pecks your nose with a delicate kiss, “Jagi. You’re working, so why can’t I?”

You frown at him and lightly thump your forehead into his chest several times, frustrated, “We both shouldn’t be working.” His hand drifts up to knot itself in your hair, stopping your actions, “Shhh shh, don’t be like that baby.” You grumble and pull away from him properly, but not before he swoops in to kiss your cheek. 

“It isn’t so bad… once you finish closing up we can hang out, yeah?” his eyes are sparkling mischievously, and you sigh in resignation, knowing that he’s right. You turn to finish closing the shutters, and Chris continues to talk, “Besides, I’m the one who should be apologising…” The shutter hits the ground with a little click, “Why?”

“If I hadn’t asked to film that episode here your business would never have gotten this busy,” he frowns, absently fiddling with the sleeve of his hoodie. You swivel on your heel and stalk up to him, “Don’t-” you lightly pinch his arm, “-you say that. Ever.”

Chris smiles shyly down at you, his gaze sorrowful, guilty. You shake your head at him, grab his wrist and tug him along up the stairs, “Come on, you go wash up and I’ll whip up a late dinner, if you haven’t eaten already.” 

Chris pushes ahead of you suddenly, opening your apartment door with an elegant twist of the door handle, “There’s no need baby, dinner’s in the fridge. I’ll heat your share up for you.”  You blink at him in confusion, but he merely grins back at you. “You… cooked me dinner?”

Chris snatches at your waist and pulls you in for a swift kiss, stunning you, “Anything to make your life easier.”

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After half an hour of arguing with Chris about why he shouldn’t have cooked dinner for you (in which you only shut up after he physically shoved food into your mouth), you’re now sitting comfortably in your bed, blankets pulled over your knees, as your eyes skim the page of the book you’re reading. Chris insisted you wash up first, so you’re currently waiting for him to finish up in the bathroom.

“Tomorrow’s Wednesday isn’t it?” He asks, emerging from the bathroom in only his boxers. Your eyes briefly flicker from your book to the defined lines of his abs, before you return to nonchalantly reading, “Yeah. Café’s closed tomorrow.” “You can look longer you know,” Chris grins, his arms crossed over his chest. “Shut up,” you grumble back, turning to the next page of your book.

Chris giggles happily and crawls into the bed next to you, his arms immediately taking residence around your waist despite you sitting upright. “Mmh you smell good,” he mumbles, and you spare him a glance. His nose is buried in your shirt, his hair askew over his eyes. Carefully, you brush the curls away, and he snuggles even closer, “I just showered.” 

Chris’ voice comes out muffled, “Okay and? I just showered and I don’t smell as good as you.”  This elicits a small chuckle from you, “Maybe you should start using my products then.” He inhales obnoxiously and then sighs in content, “I think I will.”

“Chris, I’ll be back, I've got to turn the lights off,” you murmur, massaging his scalp briefly. He only tightens his hold on you, a little whine escaping, “No. You stay.” “Baby let me go please.” “No.” “You literally left them on.”  Chris sighs and rolls away from you, his displeasure evident on his face, “Fineeee.”

You roll your eyes at him and pad over to the bathroom, hyper aware of your boyfriend watching your every movement. He sits up as you amble over to turn off the light for the bedroom, your thumb holding the current page in the book you’re reading. Finally, in the darkness, you fumble around for the lamp beside your bed so you can continue reading for a little longer. Its warm glow reveals Chris still watching you, a half-smile, half-smirk plastered on his face.

As you crawl back into bed and try to get comfortable, Chris chuckles and leans his head back onto the headboard, “You might as well call me that lamp,” he begins, eyes boring into the ceiling as though something fascinating was up there.

“Why…?” you pause, preparing yourself for the inevitable joke you’re about to hear. Chris grins evilly, and tilts his head towards you lazily, “Because you turn me on.” You hiss and make to whack him on the head with your book, but his reflexes kick in and he swiftly grabs your wrist.

“Oh I knew you were going to do that,” he laughs, leaning over so he can kiss a trail of warmth down your trapped arm. Your eyes are wide as he grins sinfully up at you, his tongue poking his cheek playfully. “Go to bed you little shit,” you gripe, yanking your wrist away from him and turning the lamp off in a rash decision. 

At least he can’t see the crimson blush on your face now.

“Awh… you don’t want to read anymore?” he mocks, his arms finding home around your waist again, pulling you in close so he’s spooning you, his breath tickling the back of your neck. “Nope. We’re sleeping now,” you demand, linking one of your hands with one of his that’s on your stomach.

The pair of you settle into silence, your mind drifting off into haze at the steady sound of Chris’ breathing, the rise and fall of his chest pressed against your back. You’ve been absently tracing his knuckles, trying to memorise the specific rise and fall of each, and the spacing between them. After a while, you stop, not because you want to, but because your mind has fallen deep into that state of fuzziness between almost falling asleep and being barely conscious.

“Is it possible to get… water hungry?” Chris murmurs, dragging you out of your semi-slumber. “Hmm?” you croak, as Chris adoringly rubs his nose on the back of your neck, making you shiver. You can feel him grin at your reaction, and you’re half tempted to shove him away from you so you can sleep in peace.

“Water hungry. Is that a thing?” he repeats, and the question properly registers in your brain.  You frown and shimmy yourself around, so your noses are now touching. Your eyebrows are furrowed as you squint to try and see his eyes in the darkness, “Do you mean thirsty?” 

A small smile cracks onto your face when Chris inhales sharply and stops breathing. After a loud silence, he makes a noise of embarrassment, and you giggle lightly. “I think I’m tired,” he whispers, trying to inch himself even closer to you. “Then go to sleep,” you scoff, closing your eyes again. “Can’t,” he bites back. “Why not?”

“You’re not hugging me,” Chris’ leg shifts to tangle itself in between yours, and after another little giggle, you wrap your arms around his waist, resuming your soothing rubs on his back this time. “Your hands are cold,” he complains against your lips.

“Then put on a damn shirt.”  “Awh but you like it when I’m not wearing one.” Stomach swooping, you blow sharply on his face in feigned annoyance, causing him to draw back slightly with a laugh. “Go to fucking sleep,” you say once more, because clearly he didn’t understand you the first time.

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Later on in the night, the bathroom summons you, and with a quiet grumble, you roll yourself out of bed. Thankfully, Chris has drifted over to his side of the bed in his sleep and doesn’t have himself tangled around you. Carefully, you click on your lamp and tiptoe to use the toilet. 

When you’re done, you decide you don’t really want to go back to bed yet. Instead, you crawl over to sit cross-legged on the floor, analysing your boyfriend’s face in the half-light of the room. He’s snoring gently, his lips slightly parted. Your heart softens at the way his cheek is squished up against his arm, strands of his curly hair clinging adorably to his forehead.

You hoist yourself up onto your knees and brush the strands back, heart swelling as your gratitude for his existence threatens to tumble out of your mouth. No, you must stay quiet. Don’t wake him, he needs to sleep. You’re still stroking his hair back softly, your thumb brushing his forehead delicately when his snoring stops.

You gulp and pull away from him, hurrying back around the bed so you can crawl back under the covers, Chris’ back to you. Still, you don’t turn the lamp off, not entirely finished with admiring him, even from behind. His back is slightly exposed to you after you had pulled the covers down to get out of bed, and you make no move to hide it again. 

It’s in this moment, smiling gently at his figure, your heart full to the brim, that you realise it all over again. He’s yours. You’re his. You’d die for this man. You’d play limbo with the devil just to crawl your way back up to him. You’d pledge your life to counting the stars if he so asked. It doesn’t matter that it would take forever, because your forever lies within him.

You shuffle closer, and after a brief hesitation, begin to happily trace the lines of his back muscles, relishing in the softness of his skin. You pause, checking to make sure he’s still sleeping, and then continue your drawing motions. You’re lost in thought, thinking about where you could possibly take him out to tomorrow because you’re finally free. Your gaze is watching your fingers absently move, but you’re not really paying attention. It’s after a minute of repeating the same action that you realise what you’ve done.

Subconsciously, you’ve been writing the same words over and over on his back. You stop, fingers ghosting his skin, and swallow. Then one more time, confirming it for yourself, you rewrite the same words.

I Love You

You do. You love him. You love- you love him. This sudden understanding causes you to gasp slightly, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. You trace the lines again, a little faster this time, fully picturing the words on his back. 

Chris abruptly rolls over, his eyes immediately boring into yours, and your hand snaps up to your mouth in an attempt to stifle your surprise. He’s smiling softly, eyes crinkling in delight.vSlowly, he reaches for the hand covering your mouth, opening your palm out to him. With a single finger, he lightly traces your palm, and you realise almost instantly that he’s writing letters, one by one. 

He's nibbling his bottom lip slightly in concentration, and when he finishes, his eyes flicker back up to you. You know of course, exactly what he’s written there, each stroke of his finger sending the letters jolting towards your heart. You had just spent the past few minutes writing the exact same thing on his back. You’re still silent though, trying to process, mind whirring faster than it ever has before. Chris takes your silence as confusion and begins to write the words again, as gentle as the first time.

He's halfway through writing “love” when you slip your wrist out from his hand and promptly bury your face into his chest, hands snaking around his back tightly.

“Are you serious?” you whisper, curling up on yourself, face burning. “Are you?” he whispers back, caressing the back of your head. You pull away from him and sit up, eyes wide with shock. He stares right back at you, waiting for your answer, his dark eyes searching yours. You lean down and peck his forehead, “I love you,” then his right cheek, “I love you,” his nose, “I love you,” his chin. 

You kiss him everywhere you can possibly reach from his shoulders up, avoiding his lips for whatever instinctive reason, repeating those same words over and over again, a mantra.  Your actions reduce Chris to a mess of giggles and happy laughs, “Okay, okay, okay!”

He grabs the back of your head and roughly pulls you in for a real kiss, but his lips are soft against yours, tender. When you pull away, your lips still linger, and it is like this that you feel and hear him say the disastrous words back, “I love you too.” Your laugh comes out as a breathy giggle, and suddenly you’re kissing him again, everywhere you can. “Baby, baby,” he laughs, “Stop it.”

But you can’t. You literally, physically can’t. Somehow you’ve managed to crawl on top of him, straddling his bare chest. Chris grabs your shoulders and pushes you up, grinning at you from below, “Since when were you this affectionate?” he coos, hands sliding over to cup your face and squish your cheeks. You roll your eyes at him and press on his chest lightly, again, feigning annoyance.

“You’re adorable,” he murmurs with a dopey expression, “My love is adorable.” “Shut up,” you whine, collapsing on top of him and hiding in his neck. My love. My love. My fucking love. “I love you. So much. And you love me back,” Chris laughs, wrapping his arms securely around you, “Wow! You love me back. Wow… This is the best day of my life.” “I said shut up,” you grumble.

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You wake in the darkness, mind immediately tracking back to your moment of “I love you’s” earlier, butterflies swirling intensely in your stomach. Then you realise the reason you’ve woken up in the dead of night again, is because Chris isn’t sleeping with his arms around you. You roll over and find him sitting up in bed, his headphones snug around his ears, forehead creased in concentration as he clicks away on his laptop. You sit up and place your chin on his shoulder, staring at him with googly eyes. 

“Sorry, did I wake you?” Chris mumbles, turning his head slightly. “What’re you doing awake?” you ask, carefully slipping the headphones off his head to rest around his neck. “Mmh… inspiration struck me, so I wrote a new song,” his eyes haven’t left his computer screen, even without his headphones on he continues to work.

“Chris it’s 2am,” you sigh, taking over the touchpad to check the time in the top right hand corner, “go back to sleep, love.”  He inhales sharply and fully turns towards you, a slow grin emerging, “You see, that is exactly why I cannot sleep.” You blink at him in confusion, and he elaborates, “You can’t just brush my hair out of my face, spend the next five minutes writing ‘I love you’ over and over again on my back, pepper me with a billion kisses, and then expect me to sleep.”

You grin shyly at him, your head drooping, “Now you’re just making me feel bad because I fell asleep.” “No. No that is not what I-” You interrupt him by reaching over and sliding his computer out of his hands. Carefully, you hit the command to save his work, eyes briefly skimming over the saved title ‘For My Love’. 

“You were inspired to write a song for me?” you chuckle, closing the laptop and removing his headphones from his neck.  Carefully, you place them both on your bedside table, and grope around to pull him down into the bed. You can tell by how warm his face is when you press close that he’s blushing.

“So what if I was?” he asks. “So… I think you’re really cute, but your love wants you to get more sleep,” you giggle, pulling his head underneath your chin.  “Okay…” he mumbles, breath growing laboured with sleep.

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Chris wakes with his nose buried in your hair, and he immediately grins. He abandons your warmth to grab his phone and check the time. It’s just past 9am, you both should really get up and get going, but he doesn’t particularly feel like it. You roll onto your back in your sleep, and a mischievous glint catches his eye when he notices your shirt hike up a little, revealing your bare stomach.

Chris swiftly scampers into the adjacent office, plucks a random marker from your desk, and then carefully crawls back onto the bed, doing his best to not wake you. He lifts your shirt up a little higher, then with his tongue sticking out, uncaps the marker and writes the message ‘Chris was here!!’ on your stomach, complete with his little dino-worm drawing.

Just as he’s finishing up, you groan and your eyes flutter open, noting the sharp prod of something on your stomach. In a second however, it disappears, and Chris has crawled on top of you. He moves to kiss your cheek, but still hazy with sleep, you don’t register what he’s doing and accidentally move your head.

What was meant to be a wholesome good morning peck turns into a surprising peck on the lips. You stare at him with wide eyes, and his cheeks immediately bloom red. You grin at how embarrassed he is and lean up to give him a legitimate kiss good morning. You’re both grinning like idiots now, and you’ve completely forgotten about whatever it was that Chris was doing on your stomach earlier.

Exactly Chris’ plan. Distraction… successful.

“Good morning sunshine…” he happily chirps, the familiar endearment causing you to smile happily. This time though, you have an idea. “Good morning moonlight,” your smile intensifies as Chris pauses, stunned, and you wriggle your way into a seated position, forcing him to do the same.

“Moonlight?” he questions, his voice cracking slightly in the early morning. “Yeah. Moonlight. ‘Cause even in the darkness you still shine.” Chris blinks at you, then after a second, grabs your arm to pull you into his lap, “Okay sure,” he pecks the top of your head, a favourite action of his, “but you got one thing wrong. If you’re my sunshine and I’m your moonlight… then I shine because you do.”

You laugh and let Chris drag you both under the blankets again, hugging you tightly as if his life depended on it. After a minute of tranquil silence, you yawn, stretch and move to get up and out of bed. Chris doesn't crack open an eye as he grabs your head and forces you back down into the pillow, causing you to yelp.

“Chris! We’ve got to get up now,” you chide, pushing yourself back up and glaring at him. He’s smirking cheekily but his eyes are still closed, and you shake your head at him, “C’mon.” "Who says we have to get up?” he asks, finally staring back at you.

“I do.” You demand, and a little staring contest is initiated, neither of you blinking. Chris begins to pull faces and tease you, but you refuse to give in to his antics. “Okay fine fine,” he relents, “I’m getting up. But come here first.” You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Please,” he adds with a tiny nod. Bewildered, you shuffle over to him, only to scream in shock when he swiftly grabs your shirt and pulls it up over your head. The act is so out of the blue, and he’s unnecessarily strong that you can’t do anything about it. He runs off with your shirt and you curse, chasing him out of the bedroom and into the lounge room.

Chris grins like a mad man, sticking his tongue out at you from the other side of the couch. “Give me my shirt you fucking rascal,” you spit, but you’re grinning just as hard.

“Come and get it,” he teases, waving it around like it’s a flag. You move to one side of the couch, and he moves to the other. You both run in circles around the couch, giggling and yelling. Eventually, out of breath and panting, Chris laughing his heart out with his hands resting on his knees, you decide that this game should come to an end. While he’s occupied, you leap over the top of the couch and tackle him to the ground.

“Oh shit-” Chris wheezes as you wrangle your shirt out of his fist. You’re about to put it back on, when Chris sits up and stops you, struggling to talk properly through his laughter, “Hang on, babe wait. Look down.”

You do, your arms up in the air, halfway through the sleeves of your shirt. It takes you a moment to read his little message, and then with a yell, you use your shirt to whack him repeatedly.

His laughter doesn’t cease even after he’s pulled you on top of him to stop your playful, indignant hits. “God I love you,” he chokes out, resting his head back onto the floor, “Don’t rub it off, leave it there for the rest of today.” “I love you too, but I can’t leave it there, what if people see?” “Who’s going to see it underneath your shirt?” “What if I wanted to wear something cropped today?” “Then wear something cropped. Let the whole world know who you belong to.” “Chris. You know I can’t do that.” “Mmh but I want the whole world to know.” “Christopher.” “Fine fineeeee, okayyyyy. Just don’t wear anything cropped then. Want one of my hoodies?”

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-> PART 5 　 -> Masterlist

A/N: Yay! Milestone Event 4 Check!

Feedback is always appreciated, negative and positive alike. I apologise for any editing errors, I’m forever learning.

Until next read! - Kaisowoo

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GIVE YOUR HEART A BREAK - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER  

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Summary: A request based on the song 'Give Your Heart a Break'. Emobaby Wanda is trying. Enjoy @imnotasuperhero! Request here.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ As you know me, Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane.ㅤ 

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Chapter I Chapter II

NEW YORK, 2016.-

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“That will be it, thank you, Jules.” The brunette thanked the waitress with a kind smile and stepped aside to wait for the order, putting back just one of her headphones.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ The rainiest day of September, Wanda left earlier the Compound that Monday, of course she took advantage of the free time to catch up on her book, and drink coffee at her favorite place. She needed to get out, needed to get rid of the pain that his death left in her.

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Wanda sighed.

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The stress that she felt every day in those training sessions vanished when she got to the coffee shop and had her favorite drink; could breathe again and focus on the book. Escaping from reality, the reality where she was an avenger. Something that not even in her wildest dreams would have imagined.

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The tabloids showed a picture of her exclaiming ' The new avenger: a young and inexperienced kid' or the 'Sokovian mutant' who now lived in the Avengers Compound was removed thanks to Stark a few weeks ago, she could once again enjoy her anonymity.

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“Wanda” Jules finally called.

Wanda took the coffee mug, it was her favorite. One with many stickers, some of them songs or books the girl liked but above all: the name of her twin brother, Pietro. She always carried it with her, it was one of the many things that Pietro had stolen for the people of Sokovia, but that mug was for her.

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Thanking the barista, Wanda walked over to one of the empty tables by the largest window, whose view included Manhattan Avenue, just between Central Park and Morningside Park. Leaving the coffee on the table, she took a book out of her bag.

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In the time Wanda was there, she chose to snoop around the top shelf in the Compound library, books that were or used to be her favorites and which she considered re-reading as a good hobby; get rid of Bruce’s stoichiometric formulas, or Natasha's Judo grappling techniques.

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She opened that book on page 64; an automatic smile spread on those lips. Pietro's jokes about her every time he saw her reading a book came to her mind, the times he tried to cheer her up when they didn't have enough to eat, watching his sister read a book over and over again.

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“Hello there. What are you reading?” A charming voice made Wanda look up. In front of her was a beautiful woman, with brown hair, a friendly smile and a coffee cup in her hand. “You seem to have more fun than anyone else here, or maybe I'm just really bored.”

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How long has she been sitting there? How come she hadn't seen her? Was she too lost in the reading? Wasn’t even aware of what was happening around her until that voice spoke to her. Oh, Natasha would be furious.

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Wanda raised one of her eyebrows, but she looked down at her book again. But not intimidated by the Sokovian, Y/N continued.

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“Is that book good? What is it about?” The woman said before taking a sip of her steaming coffee. “Cool coffee mug by the way.”

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Wanda just sighed. “I’m sorry, but I prefer to be alone, please.” The sokovian girl said with her accent, brought her book a little closer as well as the coffee mug, from which she drank a big sip before continuing to read.

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Hoping those words would have an effect on the stranger, and although she didn't want to be rude, Wanda didn't really want her free time invaded by someone else. She was already under a lot of stress the last few days, the last thing she needed was someone she doesn't even know bothering her.

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“Today feels like a good day to have a coffee, maybe a donut, I love donuts but the sugar sprinkled ones.” Y/N watched through the window as the trees moved slowly and the raindrops hit the glass. “I like rainy days, don’t you?”

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Wanda didn't even look up again, just tried to keep reading, even annoyed by having to read the same page so many times because the woman in front of her kept speaking.

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“I'm sorry, I didn't ask your name… ”  The woman in the leather jacket nodded, leaning on the table to better see the cover of that book. “Well, you’re a bit quiet, I like that...”

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Y/N continued talking about the city, the weather, the coffee she ordered, the music video playing on the screen, but Wanda never answered.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ She pretended to ignore this woman until the stranger left, but it didn't seem like a good tactic after all since the stranger didn't seem bothered with Wanda’s indifference, she even said goodbye almost half an hour, flashing a sideways smile that Wanda barely managed to see out of the corner of her eye.

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The Sokovian rolled her eyes when she was finally alone once more, but had to finish her coffee and run back to the Avengers Compound when she saw Natasha’s text saying they had ‘a job to do’.

Well, at least besides a tedious day of training, something different happened in her life.

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The story repeated itself the next day and also the day that followed, and the next. Wanda drinking a large latte, a book in hand, and the strange woman with dark hair  who always came to sit with her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ The endless talks she seemed to have by herself, because Wanda never responded. She tried to read even though she didn't usually moved forward a single page because of that nosy annoying woman.

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“I like how that makeup highlights your eyes, and your jacket, red and black is really yours.” Y/N smiled and finished her donut. “Well I have to go now, but I hope you have a good day, stranger.”

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That stranger chose to say goodbye and always leave there half an hour after sitting with her. Wanda returned to the Compound only about five minutes after seeing her leave.

And even though Wanda wanted to be alone with all her heart, that woman with the leather jacket was beginning to grow on her. Hearing her voice seemed… calming, and her sweet perfume was exquisite. And maybe getting a new routine wouldn't hurt at all.

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Three days passed in the same way, three days in which Wanda decided to arrive always on time and hoping to see the stranger one more time, even though her presence seemed annoying and invasive. She discovered that the stranger's name was Y/N, she read it on the cup Jules gave her everyday.

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When Thursday came, Wanda decided to repeat the routine once more. Although she didn't usually come back to the city on Thursdays since Steve used to organize a movie night -so he could integrate the newbies-, Wanda decided to go anyway, at the same time. Even tried to look ‘good’, something casual but just enough to make her feel 'pretty', even trying new perfume after parking the car.

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Wanda didn't even understand why she did those things, but the truth is that she hadn't started a conversation with anyone since she lost Pietro.

That afternoon she decided not to use her mug and use a disposable one with her name, maybe that way Y/N would know it.

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Took a seat at her favorite table, starting to read her book hoping to hear that voice that was even more interesting than the pages of any book but to Wanda’s surprise that woman didn't interrupt her again.

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'How strange' she thought.

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“Hey, Jules.” Wanda approached so she could chat with the girl. “Do you know if Y/N arrived today?”

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Smiling a bit surprised by the question, the barista shook her head. “Not today. It's weird, she comes every afternoon but she wasn't here today.”

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“OK thanks.”

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“Do you want me to tell her something if she comes?”

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“No, don’t worry.”

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The Sokovian looked around, her presence was distinctive, she just wasn't there.

Wanda pouted a little bit and decided to continue reading but the silence distracted her even more than Y/N. Wanda slammed it shut, glanced at the watch on her left wrist and decided to wait.

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5:30 pm Wanda arrived at the coffee shop. 5:45 pm when Y/N didn't appear in front of her. 6:00 pm when she finished her coffee very impatient. Couldn't even concentrate on reading.

6:30 pm when her hopes began to fade and... 7:00 pm when Wanda left the place.

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A sigh and confusion accompanied her back home, thoughts that were tangled like cobwebs impossible to decipher. Come on, she should be glad because now she could return to the book, having some peace, enjoy the solitude and tranquility but on the other side felt a small thorn of disappointment and did not even understand why. Someone else disappearing from her life in such an unexpected way.

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Wanda was an expert in pushing all feelings to the bottom of the abyss, so she did it one more time, avoiding thinking about what happened with Y/N. Just went back to her mornings training with Natasha and Steve, the lonely lunches, being alone in her bedroom, avoiding Vision and visit to the coffee shop on Friday afternoon.

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Jules handed over her coffee and a bagel, Wanda took a seat at the table by the window and opened her book to page 70 since she hadn't gone too far since Monday. But as soon as she started the first sentence the door opened and something in her head screamed for her to turn around.

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Y/N entered that place with that presumptuous walk, that side smile while Jules took her order, Wanda didn't even know how those expressions were familiar to her, perhaps she paid much more attention than usual…  More than she wanted to admit.

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The Sokovian settled into her seat, her emerald eyes fixed on the letters, hoping that like every afternoon, Y/N would take a seat in front of her.  But as soon as she looked up again, she realized that Y/N sat somewhere else. One of the tables in the corner.

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Wanda wrinkled her nose a bit confused, and although her expression indicated how upset she was, just decided to give up and keep reading. She should be happy, right? Y/N was finally leaving her alone.

She read perhaps two pages before reason left her body, because what she did next didn't seem coherent at all.

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Closing the book - stronger than she expected- Wanda got up and walked over to the table where Y/N was. Her brow furrowed, her lips pressed, her arms crossed. Wanda Maximoff looked at Y/N, who didn't get her attention until the sokovian cleared her throat.

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“Oh, hey.” Y/N settled into her seat.  “Do you need something?” Y/N asked, her eyes met the sokovian emerald eyes and although Wanda didn't understand why she felt a little tingle when she looked at the stranger, it was overshadowed by her obvious annoyance. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

“You didn't show up yesterday.” Wanda was encouraged to say out loud, still with her arms crossed and without looking down for a single moment. She was not going to lose this battle. Who the hell did she think she was?

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She was Wanda Maximoff, she was an avenger and one of the strongest ones. Strange moment where Wanda felt proud of herself.

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“I’m sorry, what?” Y/N put aside some papers that she seemed to be going through, the look of surprise and confusion on her face made Wanda hesitate a little this time.

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“You didn't come and now you are sitting here.” The Sokovian mumbled but no other words seemed to come from her lips for a moment. She swallowed and opened her mouth, but it was Y/N who spoke:

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 “What do you mean I didn't show up?”

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“You stood me up!” Wanda finally confessed, using a rather high tone of voice, which earned the attention of some curious glances, but as soon as those words left her mouth, Wanda wished she had bitten her tongue. She pressed her lips together and swallowed once more, though decided to take a seat in front of Y/N to avoid making more of a fuss than they already had.

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“Come again?” was the only thing Y/N answered, her frown changed to a smile of amusement. Oh, that Sokovian accent drove her crazy.

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“You stood me up yesterday and now you are not sitting with me, why are you avoiding me Y/N?” Of course, staying silent had never been an option for Wanda, her mouth  made her brain want to hit itself. Wasn't Wanda Maximoff good at hiding what she felt? Bullshit.

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“The h- I’m not avoiding… how do you know my name?” Y/N narrowed. “Weren't you the one who wanted to be alone?”

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“I just said that the first day, I didn't even talk on the next ones but I...” She crossed her arms.

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“Oh, that’s right. You kept ignoring me so I can’t see the difference. Now you can read without me bothering you.” Y/N waved her hands, shooing her away. “I’m busy, enjoy your afternooon and your book, miss.”

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“I wasn't ignoring you...” Wanda answered in a low voice, she was telling the truth, even though she tried to read or even seemed not to pay attention she remembered everything Y/N said.

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“I really wasn't...” Wanda sighed.  “The first day you told me you like the donuts here, I tried them, but I think I prefer bagels. You also asked me about my book, it's not as interesting as you, but it's about some invasion or something where mind control it's the principal weapon. I don’t know, I don't think I chose a good book this time. By the way… I’m Wanda.

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The Sokovian offered her right hand to Y/N and they finally shook hands. A tingle ran through her body, a strange feeling that was initiated and provoked by Y/N’s touch and although Wanda tried to ignore it, she didn't let go for a few seconds.

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Wanda allowed herself to open up little by little, of course without telling her that she was an avenger or who she really was. She was grateful that Y/N didn't even seem to recognize her, so grateful for Tony Stark's pressure to keep her face out of the media.

Little by little Wanda allowed herself to smile, something she hadn't done since Pietro died. She wasn't going to deny that Y/N did everything to see her laugh.

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“Very good, Wanda. That has been fantastic.” Natasha nodded her head after seeing how the girl managed to get rid of two agents without using her powers. “That's all for today, guys.”

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Wanda nodded proudly, fixing her hair to tie it in a ponytail.

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“That was great, you're improving a lot.” Nat smiled as they both walked out of the gym.

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“Thank you.” Wanda nodded a bit shy.

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“I'm glad what you're doing every afternoon is paying off.” The Russian winked and then she walked away to go to her own room.

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Of course, that didn’t go unnoticed in the Compound, Natasha noticed the mood change in Wanda.  Like her every day she woke up early so she could have some breakfast on time and train with her.

Of course, she knew what Wanda was doing outside the compound every afternoon. Hell, Natasha was a spy, and seeing how Wanda smiled in that girl's company made Natasha finally feel less worried about her new friend.

Y/N made her feel better, but Wanda was sure of one thing and it was that she wasn't ready to allow herself anything else.

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The brunette put her motorcycle keys in the jacket’s pocket and walked next to Wanda. That afternoon they decided to do something different, instead of staying in the coffee shop they decided to take it to Sutton Place Park and watch the river for a while.

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“How was your job today?”

That question caught Wanda off guard, of course she hadn't told Y/N the truth of who she was.

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How to do it? Hi, I'm Wanda and I'm an avenger. On top of that, I'm a mutant who can read minds and move objects. I could read yours but I don't want to be disappointed.

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Too much complexity, she wished for a world to escape to and Y/N was that now, the woman became her escape every day. She wanted to keep it to herself, or at least that was the advice Natasha gave her.

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“Good. I'm tired, but it’s something I’ve to do, as always, how about you?”

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“Cool, I've been working quite a bit on the project they gave me in class.” Y/N shrugged.

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“You work so hard for it, it will turn out great.” Wanda smiled a little tired and a little nostalgic. “Sometimes I wish I could drop my joob and just… go to college or something.”

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Noticing the sorrow in Wanda's eyes, the brunette pursed her lips thinking if what she was going to say next would be the right thing or if she would destroy everything.

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“That leads to the question I wanted to ask you, do you have Saturday off?” Y/N asked a bit nervously, hiding the blush as she sipped her latte. It tasted really good and especially with the cool breeze blowing against her face.

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“I don't have much to do.” Wanda wrinkled her nose, leaning against the railing to get a better view of the river.

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Nodding, Y/N reached into her jacket pockets for something and held it out to her. “Then the timing is perfect to give you this.”

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In her hands Y/N held two tickets to Cigarretes After Sex, really good ones. As if she were a light in a cold and dark place, Wanda's eyes lit up and allowed herself to smile.

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Nobody had been interested in that way before, besides Pietro, of course. No one had ever paid attention to her musical tastes before.

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“They’re playing at Webster Hall.” Y/N smiled widely.

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“Are you inviting me to see one of my favorite bands?” Wanda pushed her gently, taking the tickets to get a good look at them. She wasn't going to deny that that gesture made her heart race. “What is this kindness, Y/N?”

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“A date.” She answered without further ado, of course, it left her lips so quickly that it made Wanda and herself blush. “It means I want to ask you out on a date, if you accept.”

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“A date…” Wanda hesitated. “Y/N, I don’t…I don't know what to say.”

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“Yes? Maybe?” The brunette stopped facing her, the difference in height was something that Wanda found charming. “You can say yes.”

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“I just…” Wanda looked down, her hands hold those tickets as if she were holding an eternal treasure. “I don't think… I don't think I'm ready for this, and I don't want to hurt you.”

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Even though Y/N might have taken it the wrong way or could be upset, as Wanda thought she would, Y/N just smirked.

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“Hey, don't push yourself. You're not going to hurt me.” Y/N put a hand on the sokovian's shoulder. “Baby steps.”

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“Baby steps?” She murmured in that Sokovian accent; Wanda frowned.

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“Look, I know you don't like all this.” She wrinkled her nose. “Letting people into your life and I know that for sure it is because of the loss of your brother.”

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“It’s not just my brother… I don't think it's fair…” She remembered the last time Pietro was by her side, remembered pushing away the girl who flirted with him.

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‘Does every girl in Sokovia getting a dress from Paris?’

‘You’re jealous you’re not getting a dress’

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Wanda swallowed hard at that memory.

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“I know.” Y/N was quick to say. “I don't want to pressure you here, I like you.” Y/N smiled when she realized that she had said it. Finally. “Wow, I can finally say it. I like you, Wands. Yeah, I do… and although you’re an amazing friend, you are… different. I know the big heart that hides under that melancholy gaze. Just... let's go to a concert. That's it. Give your heart a break.”

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Those words paralyzed her.

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“I know that it is surely not in your interest to be with someone right now.” The taller woman shrugged. “But…just come see the band with me. We don't lose anything, because I assure you that even if you don't want to... you're not going to lose me. You're my friend.”

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Wanda studied her face, detailing every part of it. She was so beautiful. Oh, she wished so badly to read her mind but she didn't feel like it was good breaking it like that. She had to trust Y/N, not everything was solved by getting into people's minds.

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“It's a free trial.” Y/N said again, taking Wanda's hand to caress it for a moment and walk away again.

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“A free trial…” Wanda shook her head smiling. “You are truly something else.”

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“Yeah, maybe.” Y/N smiled and they both leaned on the railings to see the river and feel the breeze, moving their hair.

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The smile on Wanda's lips and her slight blush showed that without a doubt, she was going to try it.

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And that Saturday Y/N kissed her for the first time, to the rhythm of 'Nothing's Gonna Hurt You, Baby' in the background. And her hearts beat together as if they were part of the melody. Their lips complemented each other so well, and their hands intertwined the love… one that would never go away.

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“Let me give your heart a break” She whispered in her ear as Wanda hugged her, hiding her smile. Feeling happy for the first time.

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After that date they decided to go eat some pizza together; Wanda laughed like she never laughed before and she felt how her heart was breaking all the ice barriers to let that warmth invade her.

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Two weeks where they got to know each other, some dates which were great. Y/N was proud as they walked hand in hand together. Wanda Maximoff's warm hand against hers as they walked through the cool New York night.

They took the subway together from the Bowery to Soho, but when they left the station the storm began to fall on them, making the girls laugh out loud.

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“Nooo! Come on!” Y/N complained taking off her jacket and trying to cover Wanda but was imposible. Laughing they ran through the streets, splashing with each step, pushing each other, playing and just having fun.

They tried to call some taxis but neither stopped when they saw that these two were both completely soaked.

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“I didn't even want to go in that junk anyway!” Y/N yelled, amused when the last taxi just honked and sprayed them with even more rainwater.

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“What do we do now?” Wanda asked, taking refuge under the roof of a Chinese restaurant when she heard the loudest thunder of her life, a lightning lit up the city.

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“My apartment is near…” Y/N proposed, trying not to sound too bad. “If you want, sure.”

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And she was grateful that her brain allowed to speak. Y/N sighed when she saw Wanda with her wet hair, hugging herself. She looked so…amazing.

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Biting her lower lip, the Sokovian nodded wordlessly before beginning the walk to Y/N’s home. Together.

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Even though the guilt of not telling Y/N who she was or what she did sometimes choked her, Wanda finally had something of hers. Something no one could touch, something she couldn't lose.

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In the warmth of the home, they shared a slow and passionate kiss, slow music and the storm accompanied them all night. A night where they made love, where Wanda really got to know what it was like to be loved, needed and touched delicately but also passionately.

The Sokovian's pale, bare back arched as orgasm hit her, and her girlfriend's warm lips traveled down her neck and chest to go with her.

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A mischievous smile that they both shared almost all night, caressing each other, snuggling and sharing warmth.

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“I have to go.” Wanda whispered smiling when she saw that it was already late, stretching her neck so that Y/N would leave those soft kisses on her bare skin. “Natasha is going to kill me if I’m not there.”

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“Come on, call your work, say you're sick.” Y/N begged between kisses. “Stay with me.”

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Wanda wished she could.

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“Can't.” The sokovian pouted and kissed Y/N’s lips, the lips of that woman who little by little won her heart. Completely hers.  “I'll call you later so we can talk… I promise we'll see each other tomorrow.”

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“Are you sure?” Y/N narrowed her eyes playfully, watching as Wanda got up from the bed. Smiling at her from time to time; oh she was so damn beautiful. And Y/N was so whipped. “I'm going to miss you, Wands.”

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“I'm going to miss you too, detka.” Wanda replied before kissing her lips once more, leaving that room behind with much regret. But then she smiled, knowing that she could come back later.

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Right?

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With a bouquet of flowers that she chose specifically for Wanda, Y/N went to the cafe ready to see the girl she kept thinking about.

Jules smiled when she saw her once more and gave her typical latte.

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“Here's yours... Wanda hasn't arrived yet, do you want me to make hers now?”

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“She hasn't arrived yet?” Y/N frowned. “No, I'd better wait for her.”

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Somewhat confused by the delay -something very strange in Wanda-, Y/N sat at her special table so she could wait for her beloved.

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But the minutes passed and her coffee got cold. Y/N's gaze remained on the window, waiting to see the brown hair go by, and breathe in relief.

But that never happened, she waited an hour and decided to call her but Wanda didn't answer.

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‘The person you are trying to call is not accepting calls at this time’

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What the hell was going on? Y/Ntried to send her endless texts, she called Wanda even more times but only heard the voice of the answering machine tell her the same thing over and over again.

She looked at her texts and as if by magic -or a very good hack system- everything disappeared. As if their chat never existed.

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‘The person you are trying to call is not accepting calls at this time’

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She was about to go crazy. Or maybe she was overreacting?

What was happening?

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‘If you lose your one and only… There's always room here for the lonely’ Neon Moon by Cigarettes after sex was playing on the radio.

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Y/N lowered her head to look at her second black coffee of the evening, noticing her reflection in it and realizing that maybe destiny was giving her a sign.

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“Y/N, you should see this.”  Jules, who seemed surprised looking at the TV, decided to turn up the volume on the News.

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But Y/N didn't pay attention until Jules called out to her again. This time in a more serious and desperate tone.

And when Y/N finally saw the television, she got up from her seat to get closer and get a better look. Not being able to believe what she was watching right now.

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“Criminals? Criminals, that's just the word I was looking for them, Janet. As you can see, now they transfer Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff and Samuel Wilson to a prison for enhanced people called 'The Raft'. For collaborating with Steve Rogers who is right now an enemy of the United States. Being an avenger doesn't give them the right to break laws. And whoever breaks the rules in America will have consequences. Let this be a message for everyone out there.” Said one of the NEWS reporters.

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Oh, no. Please no.

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pairing - barista!julius x reader

fic type - fluff (coffee shop au)

warnings - none

notes - @one-leaf-grimoire I wrote a julius fic pspsps

You go to the same coffee shop that you usually go to. The reason why this is the one you usually visit isn’t just because the coffee is good. The person who works behind the counter is a man named Julius. He’s sweet and charismatic, and you can’t help but to be lovestruck. You think about him as you walk to the cafe. Once you walk into the door, Julius gives you his usual sweet smile. 

“Hello, Y/N, do you want your usual?” he asks. You nod in response as Julius grabs a cup. As you watch him make your drink, you sigh at how pretty he is. The way his amethyst eyes sparkle, you can tell he feels happy doing what he’s doing. You lean against the countertop, staring adoringly at him. 

Thinking about being Julius’s partner, you imagine being able to see the sparkle in those eyes when you wake up in the morning. You notice how soft Julius’s hair is, his sweet voice, the way he looks so adoring. You wonder if he ever will be in love with you in the way you are with him. Your thoughts are interrupted by his soft chuckle as he places your drink on the counter. 

“You’re my favorite customer, you know that?” Julius asks, blushing slightly. Your heart skips a beat at how lovely he is. He leans on the counter, watching you sip your coffee while spacing out. Julius wonders what you’re thinking about, hoping you like the drink he made for you. He sighs, wanting to lean in and kiss you already. He loves you a lot, and loves his job more because of you visiting him. 

The next day, you ask for your usual once again and Julius makes it for you. You feel glad this is your daily routine, so you could see this lovely man and talk to him. You wonder when you’ll gather the courage to tell him about your feelings, how much you love him. He notices how pretty you are again, sitting near the edge of the counter trying to act natural. 

Julius tries not to let you see him looking at you, so he looks down at his hands as he fidgets nervously. You notice, and start looking at him lovingly, spacing out again. He notices you staring. 

“Is something wrong, Y/N?” Julius asks, hoping he didn’t do anything wrong. 

“No…” you mumble, looking away in embarrassment. You hope he doesn’t think you’re unusual. He takes this opportunity to place his hand on yours. You look back at him, your face a deep shade of red. Julius tries to take his hand away, thinking you hate him now, but you squeeze his hand, still blushing. You gulp, finally having the courage to say this to him.

“J-Julius, I- I love you,” you blurt out, softly rubbing his hand. Julius gasps and blushes in surprise at your confession. 

“You’re so sweet, adorable… I’m being driven crazy by my love for you, you’re just so wonderful,” you look down at the table, blushing even harder. Julius looks at you and sighs softly. 

“I… love you too, Y/N,” Julius murmurs. He looks at you wistfully, placing his other hand on your cheek. 

“But… can I really date you? We just met not too long ago…” Julius murmurs, beginning to doubt himself. 

“Let’s try, okay?” You ask sweetly before pressing a kiss to his lips. When you pull away, Julius leaves from behind the counter so he could hug you.

“I’m done for now, Y/N, let's go,” he says, taking your hand and bringing you out the door. You feel excited that you finally have him as a partner, and so quickly, too. Julius takes you to his house that wasn’t too far away, and he takes you inside. He brings you to his room excitedly before picking you up, kissing your face lovingly. You never thought he would be this romantic with you this quickly, but you aren’t complaining. 

Julius places you on the bed and gets into bed too, kissing your face. He wraps his strong arms around you, making you feel secure. He presses his face into your neck with an adoring laugh. 

“I’ve always dreamt of cuddling you like this, you just look so pretty,” Julius smiles, making sure you’re comfortable. You think to yourself how warm he is, and his hugs are more lovely than you could have ever imagined. You’ve thought of him hugging you and kissing your face for a while. You cup his face in your hands, pecking him on the lips. Julius blushes as he thinks he’s going to cry, the way your kisses feel is just so wonderful to him. He feels safe when you touch his face. 

A while of kissing later, you’re both tired so you drift off to sleep in each other’s arms. A couple hours later, you wake up to see your partner asleep, and you notice Julius’s eyelashes and how breathtaking he looks. You hold his hand, looking at him in the saw you’ve wanted to for so long. Still tiredly looking at Julius, you decide to kiss him while he’s asleep, softly petting his blond hair. As you continue to peck his soft lips, he wakes up to the feeling. He holds your hand, and you pull away when you notice that he’s awake. 

Julius kisses you back as you try to pull away, halting your movements. You and Julius both lay in bed together, taking in each other’s warmth. Staring into his eyes, you notice that same sparkle you always see. Then, in that moment, you realize he loved you all along, and this feeling he had for you wasn’t new. Julius sighs into the kiss, feeling relieved that he gets to do this in the morning instead of just looking at you and imagining holding and kissing you like this. 

When you pull away, Julius gives you that same sweet smile. You now know that smile as more than a greeting. It’s a way of him saying that he loves you.

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Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: Mike has a gift for you.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI!!! fingering, (unprotected) p-in-v showersex. And cat shenanigans, Mike behaving inappropriately around boobs... That kind of stuff.

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“Babe, can you grab some eh… Yes, Nyx, you can— Jesus Christ! Babe… Cats. Snacks. Please!” You look over the counter into the living room, where Mike is laying on the couch, covered in — and being screamed at by — his cats. The only one sitting next to him, rather than on top of him, is Sy. Your favorite orange menace is glaring at you, impatiently awaiting your return to the couch.

Nyx leaps off the couch and onto the counter as soon as she hears the drawer that holds her precious treats, Nova lazily taking her place on Mike’s chest. Little Mikey — who is still called that even though the name isn’t exactly apt anymore, because he’s grown so much that he no longer fits in the pockets of Mike’s hoodies, much to his dismay — pokes his head out of Mike’s sweater.

“What is he doing?” you ask, barely able to contain your laughter.

“Being a pain in my ass, as per usual,” Mike sighs. “But the cutest fucking pain in my ass I’ve ever seen, so it’s okay.” Your friends still don’t understand how you were able to make peace with the fact that Mike will never look at you the way he looks at his cats. The simple reason is that you know you’ll never look at Mike the way you look at your cats. You mean… his cats. Right?

Sy jumps you as soon as you sit down, Nyx and little Mikey follow soon after.

“Ow, Mikey, that’s my boob!” There’s honestly no saying which Mikey that remark is aimed at: it could easily have been both of them.

“He takes after me,” Mike says lovingly while he manages to grab a handful of tit while pretending to stroke Little Mikey.

“Hey, Mikey, that’s… Yeah, he does take after you,” you sigh as you try to feed all four cats an equal amount of treats. Mike eventually helps you by pulling Sy and little Mikey away before they can make a play for the last few treats. They’re Nova’s, end of story.

“I don’t like how they walk all over my sweet little baby,” you coo while giving her the head pats she so desperately meows for.

“Oh, yeah,” Mike laughs, “I’ve been meaning to tell you she’s got you fooled, babe.”

“What?” You turn to him — or rather; try to, because Sy lets out a dark meow that sounds more like a growl when he feels you’ve shifted too much.

“Yeah,” he said with a grin, “she’s being a pouty little baby around you, but she can take these fuckers in her sleep. They don’t mess with her when you’re not here.”

You turn to Nova, who is lying on her back in your lap, looking up at you with the biggest, most innocent-looking blue eyes imaginable. It’s obvious: whatever shenanigans are going on here, she hasn’t done anything. Mike laughs when you tell him that.

“Uhuh,” he says, “sure, Sweetcheeks. It’s okay, though! I spoil her too. Look at that little face!” He gently touches her nose with the tip of a finger, and she rewards him for his attention with a gentle, yet very loud purr.

“And how about this little face?” You chuckle under your breath as you gently move Nova off your lap and into Mike’s — Sy just bolts at some point — and nestle into Mike’s side, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“Not nearly as cute,” Mike says, but you don’t agree.

“How about you come with me and I’ll show you exactly how cute I think your face is?” you tease. Mike squirms when your cold hand worms its way into his sweater. “Fucking ow, Mikey!” Ten tiny claws have found their way into your hand — apparently the space inside of Mike’s sweater may now only be occupied by (parts of) Mike, little or otherwise.

“Serves you and those icicles you call hands right,” Mike says as he shivers dramatically.

“Well, maybe there’s a way to get me nice and warmed up,” you mutter with your lips pressed against his neck. “Come take a shower with me?”

“But I’m comfortable right here on this couch, with my cats,” Mike moans. You forgive him immediately; it’s not like you’ve never declined some naked quality time with just Mike because you were just too content with Nova purring in your ear.

Luckily for you, Mike has a weakness… “The shower will have significantly more naked boobs than the couch,” you try.

It works — of course it works! Mike is on his feet in seconds, leaving a very offended Nova on the couch, meowing loudly in protest.

“The f-" Mike exclaims as he takes a break from kissing your neck to look at your feet, where something furry brushed past your legs. “Of course.”

It’s Nyx, now soaking wet, of course, and meowing like her life depends on it.

“You did this, dumbass,” Mike grumbles as he picks her up. “Fuckin' wrong kind of wet pussy, dammit.” You barely manage to fight back a chuckle, and Mike blows you a quick kiss when he notices you heard what he said, before taking Nyx out of the shower cabin and wrapping a towel around her.

“Did you forget to close the door?” you ask curiously. He never does – he knows this is the result of that

“Nope,” he sighs, “but I’ve been suspecting for a while that this little monster can open doors. Guess I have my proof now.”

“Is she gonna be okay?” you ask. Nyx didn't sound like she enjoyed being wet much – although she seems to prefer it to being dried off, which she's fighting very actively.

“Yes, she's just being dramatic,” Mike snorts as he finishes towel-drying her. “Besides, this was entirely her fault. Yeah, you. You don't have to go everywhere I go, little weirdo.” She clearly doesn't agree with him.

After tossing the now semi-dry cat into the hallway and locking the door behind him – but not before checking if any of the others have snuck into the bedroom without him noticing – he joins you in the shower again.

“Where were we?” he says, making you laugh as he grabs a handful of boob.

“Right about there,” you chuckle.

Ever since Mike moved out of his parents' house and into his apartment, quickies in the shower practically all the private time you get together – and you both greedily make the most of what little time you get. Nova and little Mikey go absolutely nuts if you don't let them into the room even when – no, especially when – you’re getting it on, and Sy and Nyx are just obnoxiously loud at all times, no matter where you put them.

To add to the insanity, little Mikey has developed a habit of attacking feet. It's easy to guess why that isn't especially conducive to a romantic environment.

Then again, even limited to the shower – or those sporadic moments you decided it was worth wrangling four cats and listening to their complaints through the bedroom door – you have plenty of fun together. Besides, waking up with a snuggly Nova in your arms and Mike behind you with his arms tightly wrapped around you is just about the best feeling in the world.

Second to that feeling, is the exact thing Mike is doing to you right now; gently sucking on your neck while furiously pumping two fingers into you. He’s really gotten good at that.

“Fuck, Mikey, don’t stop,” you mutter. The remark is redundant at this point; he’s got you.

“Yes, victory!” Mike says with a big grin on his face that you kinda, maybe want to slap off, because he’s being impossible. “Now turn around so I can fuck you.”

It’s not an order of any kind, it’s a very directly phrased request born of sheer impatience, as evidenced by the fact that Mike unceremoniously grabs your hips and attempts to turn you around as he speaks.

“Bedroom?” you try, knowing you don’t want to wait, either. It’s that silly voice inside your brain that still tells you you’re a lady (you’re not) and you have to keep a sense of decorum (you don’t) to keep Mike from thinking you’re a slut (he already knows that, and he loves you for it!)

“Nope,” he replies. “Want you. Now.”

Oh. When he puts it like that… You finally give in to his greedy hands, allowing him to turn you to face the wall. When he pushes into you, you clench your fists and let out a loud moan.

“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of you,” Mike groans, pressing his lips to the back of your neck. It’s interesting how he seems to speak your thoughts so often — not that you would go as far as saying the two of you are totally in sync, or anything. God knows that’s impossible with Mikey, who isn’t even in sync with himself. But he’s yours, and you love him, and you can’t help but hope that you’ll indeed never get enough of each other.

He’s patient today, keeping the rhythm of his thrusts slow and steady. That alone would drive you nuts, but it’s the soft kisses to your shoulder and neck that really do you in, and soon you’re begging him for more — faster, harder… anything.

He chuckles. “Let me enjoy this,” he moans into your ear before teasingly nipping at your earlobe, his breath already revealing that he won’t be enjoying this for much longer, anyway. So you concede, your moans echoing off the tiled walls as he keeps his movements slow, deliberate and torturously gentle.

It’s the pressure of his fingers on your breast that eventually betrays him, letting you know he’s struggling — that he’s close, but not quite willing to have this be over yet. He wants to give you more, he always does, but he’s fighting something he can’t hold off forever.

Unsurprisingly, the grunt he lets out when he cums sounds more than a little disappointed, and you grab his arms, wrapping them tightly around you, keeping him as close as humanly possible for a while. You lean your cheek against the cool tiles of the wall, sighing deeply while Mike’s lips explore your neck.

“That was good,” you mutter, making him chuckle.

“That was short,” he replies. Who cares?

“It was great,” you repeat, not prepared to take any of his bullshit.

“Hey Sweetcheeks,” Mike says softly, and you let out a frustrated grunt.

“Five more minutes,” you mumble. There’s no such thing as five more minutes, especially now that the cats know you’re awake.

“I brought you coffee and breakfast.” Mike presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and — as per usual — Nova impatiently headbutts him out of the way. For the first fifteen minutes after waking up, you’re hers. Mike should know that by now.

The breakfast Mike brought you is an avocado and fried egg bagel, which means that eating it is not without risk — especially in bed. Nyx has this annoying obsession with eggs, which she immediately showcases by trying to steal it off your breakfast.

Luckily, Mike quickly provides the cats with their own breakfast, which means you get to eat in peace for a change.

You’re just finishing the last bite when they sprint into the room and jump on the bed. Now, all you have to do is wait for Mike to show up, too, and you can start your favorite part of the weekend; cuddling with Mike and your fur babies until someone can come up with a good reason to get out of bed. Last week it was well past noon when you finally decided you’d spent enough time under the covers. Not that moving to the couch had changed much about your activities. It had only added ‘watching TV’ to the mix — a Christmas movie, and you hadn’t even had to beg Mike to watch it with you; he’d volunteered.

Sy gets comfortable in your lap, while Nova climbs up to stick her face in yours. Nyx curls up next to you, waiting for Mike. That leaves little Mikey, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Odd…

“Baby,” you call to Mike, who you hear rummaging around in the kitchen, “where’s little Mikey?”

“Right here,” Mike says a little while later, when he comes back into the bedroom with his fluffy namesake in his arms.

Mike drops the cat on your stomach, and as soon as you pet him, you notice he’s wearing something around his neck. The cats don’t wear collars, which prompts you to investigate further.

Quickly, you find it’s not a collar; it’s a ribbon, with a note attached to it.

Dear mom, We miss you when you’re away, Always screaming, keeping dad awake. So for his sanity and his sake, Here’s something we would like you to take.

“You wrote me a poem?” you say with a smile before even really looking at what you’re holding in your hands.

Mike shakes his head. “They wrote you the poem, I promise.”

His tone is so serious that you can’t help but burst into laughter. “God, you’re such a dork, I love you!” You can’t help but notice that there’s something different about him this morning. He’s nervous. Fidgety — more than usual, at least. As if this is something way bigger than you realize at the moment.

It’s then that you realize you haven’t even taken a look at what he’s giving you, but as soon as you do…

In the palm of your hand, there’s a key — a house key, to be precise.

“We don’t want you to leave anymore,” Mike whispers as he pulls you firmly against him, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“You’re giving me a key to your place?” you stammer. Somehow, you get the feeling your voice is barely audible over the sound of your heart.

“I mean,” Mike mutters even more nervously than before, “I’m… I’m actually hoping I’m giving you a key to our place.”

With tears in your eyes, you turn your head to look at him. Mike’s hopeful (but terrified) baby blues stare back at you. “You want me to move in?”

“You can think about it… Or, if you’re not ready, that’s—” You raise a hand to get him to shut up, and when that doesn’t work, you kiss him square on the mouth. Hard.

“Yes, Mike. A thousand times yes.”

[just-my-type-x]

imagine going on a date and randomly having 5 fans show up where we are. He'd definitely think it was me who made the information public haha. // can you write something based on that? 👀 but obviously the reader didn’t do it but brad has a hard time believing her

Let me know if u want a smut part 2 of this

Angst

Glass Half Full

No one prepares you for the type of pressure you're going to experience when you start dating a person that has the spotlight on them everywhere they go. If i wouldn't have known myself, i wouldn't be here now, putting make up on for a date with Brad.

Our story goes back a few months ago, when i was lucky enough to get a vip pass for one of their concerts. What's funny is that we didn't even meet during vip, we met at a coffee shop and he was in front of me, waiting to order. I remember tapping him on the shoulder, to make sure i didn't mistaken him for somebody else.

"Don't freak out, but i may or may not be coming to your concert tonight", we both laugh at my statement and we hug each other.

"I'm not gonna lie, i started sweating a little bit", he smiles at me and turns around when the barista yells next and he starts ordering. "And she will have a...", Brad turned around and raised his eyebrows at me, waiting for my answer.

"Oh, no, you're not paying for me", i blush and shake my head no at the barista when she didn't want to close the order just for Brad.

"Oh, c'mon, it's my pleasure", he already has his wallet out and i sigh

"A cold brew with almond milk please", i roll my eyes when both the barista and Brad smile at me after their successful silent collaboration.

"Thank you very much", he takes the change but places it in the tips jar and we wait for our coffees.

"It was very unnecessary to get it for me, but i appreciate it a lot. I'm y/n by the way", i extend my hand out and he shakes it.

"David", we both laugh loudly when he introduces himself as somebody else

"It doesn't suit you at all", i take my coffee off the counter and Brad does the same, both of us walking to a corner table in the back of the coffee shop.

A month later, Brad and i go on our official first date, which made me both sad and happy. I couldn't tell people who i'm dating, i couldn't talk about band stuff on social media and i had to dip every once in a while from my fan account. It was hard keeping it all a secret, especially when other fans started connecting some dots about who's Brad seeing, other fans knowing it was me at that coffee shop on that day. I kept in contact with my closest friends as much as possible, trying to not look suspicious about the whole investigation going around. People asked me personal stuff about him or the boys and i fought hard not to give away information because of the constant dms i'd been getting.

6 months later, i look myself in the mirror after getting dressed in my black dress, black making everything fancier. I check my eyeliner one more time and put on the nude lipstick, being ready to leave the house. My phone beeps right when i close my purse and smile when i see Brad's name pop up.

"I'm here", i walk to the window to see him waiting for me outside the car, him leaning on the passenger's seat door. He looks up and winks at me. I give him a quick smile and hurry outside the house. Brad grabs me by the waist and kisses me hard, my arms around his neck and i blush because of the way we're standing. He's still leaning on the car, while my body is glued to his. I clear my throat when he checks me out from head to toe, his eyes getting stuck on the V-line of the dress, that exposed my breasts only a little bit, but enough for him to go crazy. "You look so beautiful", he kisses me again and i deepen the kiss, taking him by surprise when my tongue brushes over his bottom lip.

"Let's go now or i'm dragging you upstairs", i say and take a step back to earn some distance between our bodies.

"This sounds better than dinner", he smirks and i roll my eyes, chuckling. Brad takes my hand and opens the door for me. I get inside and i follow him with my eyes as he walk around the car to get to his seat. I bite my lip involuntarily when he gets in the car and his first few buttons of the shirt open, giving me an amazing view of his toned chest. "Y/n, stop looking at me like that or we're not going to make it to the restaurant.", Brad sighs and i giggle, my stare falling to his crotch, where the pants started tightening in the oh so familiar shape.

"Drive, Bradley", i smile at him and he shakes his head, smirking, and turns on the engine.

After we eat dinner, we wait for our desserts and sip on some red wine, my left hand in his, as his thumb caresses the back of my hand.

"If you told me six months ago that we'd be dating and going on dates around England, i would've laughed in your face. With tears.", i say and intertwine our fingers together.

"I never thought things between us were going to worrk out, honestly", he laughs and takes a sip of wine. All of a sudden, yells and flashes start outside the restaurant. We both look out the window, curious, and our faces get white as a wall when we see around 15 girls outside, taking pictures of us at the table. Brad takes his hand out of mine in a matter of seconds and calls the waiter to our table. He tells him to bring him the check, because we're not staying for dessert anymore. Staff from the restaurant went outside to calm the girls down, making some of them leave. "Did you really just tell other fans where we are?", Brad gets up from the seat and puts the chair back at the table. "Were you that eager to tell others we're a thing?", he asks frustrated while i don't find my words to talk to him. I follow him to the car and we're both happy when we don't see fans waiting by it.

"Do you really think i would've told others where we are? Brad, do you really think i care if fans know or not about our relationship?", i get inside the car by myself, careful not to close the door too harshly because of the anger that builds up.

"It's not like you'd be the first one to do so", his words come out almost like a whisper, but i stare him down as he leaves the parking lot.

"I don't know what fame hungry girlfriends you've had in your life but i got nothing to gain from dating you"

"Then why did you post where we're going. Did you tell them it's almost our anniversary and we're celebrating by having dinner?", Brad asks ironically as he checks his mirrors from time to time, ditching to look at me.

"I did not say anything, for fuck's sake", i raise my voice but he scoffs and almost laughs, but bitterly.

"I know i shouldn't had let you keep that fucking fan account", he takes a short right and the tires screech on the concrete. "I can't have one decent relationship, can i? Y'all just want the label out there"

"I can't believe you'd think that about me. You didn't seem to believe that until now", still angry, i just look out the window.

"Yeah well my secrets weren't out until now. Or are they? What else do they know?, his angry voice seems to be adding to my temper, so i take one deep breath before talking.

"If you don't stop assuming shit about me, i'm walking to my house and you can go home and let me be.", he doesn't say anything, but hits the wheel slightly when we need to stop at the red light. "And i'll post about our little drive back to my place", i push the limits by saying that and he stops the car in the middle of the intersection, but luckily, there aren't any cars on the road.

"You think it's funny how i try to protect the only thing that's mine in this industry? Everything i have becomes an us thing. It's mine and the rest of the world's. People can't mess it up if they don't know anything.", his voice is calm now, but the regret in his voice is sickening.

"I would never do something that would upset you, especially doing something like this, because it's not fair and i would never take a decision in your place. You have to believe me. I'm not like that, ok? I don't need or want followers to gain brand deals, i don't want or need to be known as Brad's girlfriend everywhere i go. I have my own dreams and achievements and i did it on my own. Why start doing something so belittling now?", i'm almost out of breath and Brad nods, starting the engine and driving off, running the red light that has come the fourth time since we stopped the car. "I can look things up on twitter and see what happened, if you still want proof that it was never me who said anything", defeated, he nods his head and i sighs as i open the app. "You're trending number one in UK tho", we both chuckle and he stops the car in front of my house. I show him my phone when i find a picture of Brad's car parked in front of my house from earlier when he picked me up. The caption says something about him picking his girlfriend up and how the fan is going to follow the car to see where we were going. Comments vary from omg tell us everything and other who say that she's not supposed to do something like this because it's illegal and not ok.

On that thread, we see photos taken of us getting out of the car, the caption being the address of the restaurant, where the fans close to that area managed to come to. Both of us sigh and lean our heads back on the headrests, while i check all the notifications and followers i gain every minute, people finding out who i am.

"I'm sorry", i manage to say and i turn my twitter fan account on private.

"Why?"

"Because now i'm known because of you"

"As much as it might bother me because of my past incidents, you didn't want anything to happen. And this makes me feel so much better. I'm sorry if i raised my voice at you and i'm sorry for blaming you for something like this. I have ptsd, if you will", we both laugh out loud and he kisses the back of my hand. I grab my purse and grab the handle of the door, looking at my house.

"Shall we?'', i smirk and he nods, taking his keys out and both of us exiting the car, getting inside the house.

[pinkjjunie]

The Coffee Shop Girl\\Chapter 1

MDNI

CW: Cursing.

Jungkook sighed, his breath coming out into a little white cloud. It was a cool autumn morning, and Jungkook wanted nothing more than to grab some coffee and go to work. He walked briskly towards the small coffee shop, feeling the cool air hit his face. It wasn’t his usual one, which was inside the company, it was a smaller, cozier shop, designed for comfort after a long work day or something relaxing before going to work or school. It had just opened up, and he wanted to check it out. 

He opened the glass door, feeling the warmth of the shop wash over him. A relieved sigh left his mouth, he hadn’t even realized that he was cold. He looked around, it was exactly how he imagined it to be. Small tables lined against the tall windows with circular ones situated in the middle. Some vines lined the tops of the windows and curled around the wooden rafts. The lights were a warm yellow, making it even more cozy. Soft music played through the speakers. His body relaxed without him knowing

A small line was in front of the counter, and others occupied the tables. Jungkook got behind two giggling girls. A buzz from his pocket jolted him. He pulled out his phone to see that it was his secretary texting him for a meeting in an hour. He groaned silently, shoving his phone back into his pocket. He hated meetings, but this one was important. He was going to expand his company to the US which was a big deal. His company was only popular in Korea and Japan. 

One of the girls turned around and smiled at him. He didn’t smile back, only pressed his lips together. The girl turned back and opened her mouth. 

“Can I get your number?” She smiles flirtatiously twirling her hair around her finger.

“No.” Jungkook says flatly.

She pouts, sticking her red lip out. “Please?”

The girl was pretty, but Jungkook was too stressed to deal with her right now. Besides he has no interest in girls right now. 

“I said no.”

The girl pouts and turns to her friend. Jungkook hears her calling him an asshole, and he scoffs. He was an asshole just for telling her no? How strange. The line moves up and the girls order their drinks. Jungkook glances up at the menu, trying to decide what he should drink. The line moves up again and the barista greets him with a soft voice. He hums in response still staring at the menu. He finally decides on a drink and looks down at the barista.

His breath gets caught in his throat. The barista—you—was pretty. It quite literally took his breath away at how pretty you were. The order he had in mind, died in his throat, struck by you. You looked up at him with wide brown eyes, blinking innocently. Something in Jungkook twitched when you looked at him like that. You spoke again, voice soft and tentative. It brought him out of his thoughts.

“Sir, what would you like today?” 

Jungkook swallowed, licking his suddenly dry lips. “An iced americano.” He replied.

He didn’t usually order Iced Americano, they were too bitter for his taste, but something about you made his brain short-circuit. You nodded, delicate fingers pressing against the screen. You looked back up at him, avoiding eye contact. It was cute how you refused to look him in the eyes. 

“Will that be all?” 

Your voice was quiet, making Jungkook lean down to hear you better. He saw you swallow nervously, eyes flicking down his shirt and back up to his face. You repeated the sentence, louder this time, and he straightened up. You nod once again and relay his total while asking for a name. Jungkook gives you his name and slides his card watching you take the receipt to hand it to him. You move to the back to make his drink. Jungkook moves to the pickup counter, wanting to watch you make the drinks.

You finished his drink, sliding it on the counter and calling out his name. Jungkook feels something in him twitch once again at the sound of your voice calling his name. He walks forward to grab his drink. Once he grabbed his drink, he walks to the door. Sparing once last glance over his shoulder he finds you staring at him. He winks at you, causing you to look away shyly. He relishes in you adorable reaction, smirking as he walks out into the crisp air.

You’re on his mind as he walks to his work, heading in the elevator to his office. His day was way better now, not even the boring hour long meeting with the Amercian CEO, brought his mood down. He sits in his chair shuffling through some papers, he thinks back to you again. Your adorable shy demeanor, the way you wouldn’t look in his eyes, and the way your eyes lingered on his face for just a bit to long. 

The door to his office opens, revealing his assistant, Jimin. He takes one look at Jungkook and raises his eyebrow. 

“You’re in a chipper mood this morning, Kook.” He comments, walking over to sit on one of the chairs in front of his desk, “Did you finally meet someone?”

Jungkook looks up at him shyly, “Maybe.” He mumbles.

“Really?” Jimin leans forward eagerly, a smile crossing his face, “What’s her name? Was she cute?” 

“I didn’t get her name, and yes she was cute.” Jungkook said, thinking back to your adorable figure making his drink.

“Oooh, your eyes are getting all soft. She must’ve been cute enough to catch your attention.” Jimin teased.

Jungkook glared at him, before letting out a huff. “I guess so.” He mumbled.

“Well would you look at that, my little Jungkookie has an interest in a girl.” Jimin says, leaning back into his seat.

“Shouldn’t you be working instead of putting your nose into my love life?” Jungkook huffed.

“You mean your non-existent love life.”

“Excuse you I’ve dated multiple girls before!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“Dating girls for one week doesn’t count Kook.” Jimin said matter-of-factly.

“It’s not my fault they were all gold diggers.”

“Do you think she’s a gold digger?” Jimin wondered.

“It’s too soon to tell.”

“Well, for your sake I hope she isn’t.” Jimin said.

“Me too, now get your ass back to work!”

Once Jimin had left Jungkook thought back to you again. You were cute that’s for sure. The only thing that went through his head, was that he was going to get you as his. 

No matter what.

[milkybonya]

dandelions ☆ kevin moon

order 064, @sunoo-bby : large coconut milk tea with regular tapioca pearls and coconut jelly for tbz Kevin (song is dandelions by ruth b)

#: friends to lovers! , barista!Kevin x (gn)bestie reader, inspired by dandelions by ruth b

[💌: imagining this as the alternate universe of mug and spoon where its reader x bestie Kevin barista instead of x Sangyeon hehe p.s. i tried my best to incorporate many lovey dovey moments like in the song >_<]

you swung open the starbucks door, accidentally having pushed it so hard that it hit the trash can on the side.

the sound of the door hitting the trash can. it was like Kevin's custom ringtone for your arrival. as soon as he heard it, he knew he'd look up and find you bounding towards him asking for--

"heyo Kevo can i get my usual order!" you said with a grin, leaning against the front counter.

he sighed and shook his head.

"coming right up," he said, purposely sounding like he was annoyingly groaning at you. really, he was trying to hide his smile as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. it had been so slow at work and he couldn't be happier to see you. his heart raced and he was sweating slightly. he couldn't look at you for too long, as though you were too bright like the sun.

meanwhile, you watched his hands carefully steam the milk and put the rest of your drink together. the way he was so relaxed while doing a task (that you would probably mess up so fast because you had no clue how to do it) made you want to just... kiss him. well... as normal friends do, right?

before you knew it, your drink was ready.

"thanks, Kev," you said, taking a sip right away.

"you gotta stop calling me abbreviations of Kevin, y/n," he said with a grin. secretly, he loved it. he loved when you called his name, no matter which version of it it was.

"you gotta stop being such a loser," you threw back, watching him scoff.

"says you!"

you dodged your head as he threw a plastic cup lid at you. then, he left the counter completely, chasing after you and leaving the few customers in there watching the two of you in awe.

"come back! you can't get away with butchering my name!" he yelled.

in that moment, Kevin's manager walked out the back.

"Kevin, can you save your play-fighting for later? at least try to act professional," Younghoon said, trying to hide his laughter.

he found the way Kevin brightened and loosened up when you walked in so endearing.

"hey, y/n!" he said to you.

"oh, hi Younghoon! i'm sorry but Kevin started it," you explained, earning you a light push from Kevin.

"i believe you. we should hire you instead of him," Younghoon joked.

Kevin went back around the counter, wiping down one of the machines while he listened to you.

"your shift ends at 6, right? do you wanna have a movie night together?" you asked.

"at your place, with all the others?" he asked, somewhat sadly.

you hesitated before replying, "no, just us."

Kevin's ears perked up as he heard the last two words. of course, he adored your little friend group. Haknyeon, Sunwoo, Chanhee, yourself, and Kevin were the most fun group to be around. yet, lately he had found himself wanting to just be alone with you. he wanted to give you all his attention, to just listen to you talk about anything.

"let's do it. i'll bring us back some good drinks from here!" Kevin said with a grin, adjusting the glasses on his face.

Younghoon smirked in the back, overhearing the conversation. finally, Kevin is making progress, he thought.

-

three knocks on the door and you opened to find a smiley Kevin, clad in sweats and holding some starbucks drinks. he looked like a walking teddy bear, and you felt flustered just looking at him standing there, smiling prettily at you.

"i brought some for Hak, Sunwoo, and Chanhee, too," Kevin explained, setting the drinks down.

"you know they'll be mad if they find out you dropped by without bringing them anything," you agreed.

and speak of the devil: another three knocks at your door revealed Haknyeon, leaning against the door frame.

"heyyy y/n. do you have any eggs? i'm trying to bake and i realized i don't have any," your friend asked.

"yeah, they're in the fridge," you told him, inviting him in.

"oooo, is that starbucks? wait.. is that my favourite drink? don't tell me that's for me?" Haknyeon assumed, getting excited.

"it is indeed yours, only if you deliver the other two drinks to Sunwoo and Chanhee."

"okay, bet!! did Kevin drop by or something?" Haknyeon asked, pulling the eggs out of your fridge.

"i'm right here?!" said Kevin from your couch at the end of the apartment.

"oh.. Kevin?! you've been here this whole time? why are you so quiet?" Haknyeon laughed. "and what are you two doing without me?" he aggressively whispered.

"fighting off pirates. we're just hanging out! now leave us alone," you whined, pushing Haknyeon out of your place with the rest of the drinks.

with a sigh, you turned to Kevin after closing the door.

"they're not even friends at this point. they're nosy neighbours. gosh, let me watch a movie with my friend in peace!" you huffed, grabbing some snacks from the kitchen.

Kevin's heart ached a little hearing the word 'friend', but he hoped he was just overreacting. he hoped that you felt as happy in his presence as he did in yours, and he hoped you knew how special you were to him: so special that he had been dying to see a movie with you, alone.

"okay... what movie are we thinking?" you asked, snapping Kevin out of his thoughts.

"anything!" he blurted out, laying back on the couch.

he watched you with a smile as you found a movie to play. the whole time, Kevin was just staring at you. you sat in front of him on the floor, being in the mood to stay away from the couch. he was laying on the couch, his head just next to yours. he had the perfect view of your gorgeous side profile, and he traced it over and over again with his eyes. he adored the way your expression changed as you watched the movie. if the characters were sad, you pouted. if they were happy, you smiled.

one of the characters in the movie had picked up a dandelion. you turned to ask Kevin what he would wish for if he found a dandelion.

"but it wouldn't come true..." he said with a pout.

"let's say it would!" you said.

"then... i'd wish.. for you to be mine," he said, quietly.

your ears perked up. had Kevin said what you thought he did?

"wait... say that again," you said, turning around on the floor and facing him.

"i'd wish for you to be mine, y/n. i... like you," he said.

you couldn't stop the smile from spreading across your face. all you could think to do was pull Kevin's face towards yours as you pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. you watched him slowly turn a shade of pink as he smiled back at you.

"why the hell did it take you so long to tell me that?" you complained.

"i didn't.. think you would... like me back, i--what just happened?" Kevin mumbled, still in a dazed smile.

"i like you too, Kevin."

"i didn't want to ruin our friendship--"

this time, you pressed your lips against Kevin's, silencing his worries and filling his stomach with butterflies. you felt them within you, too. your entire body felt warm as you pulled away and stared into Kevin's warm eyes.

"shut up. we've ruined the friendship. and now we're dating. accept it," you said, ruffling his hair.

now, Kevin felt like he was a dandelion, floating in the wind. he was so happy he was here watching a movie with you. he was so happy he confessed. and he was so happy the wish he made on a dandelion came true.

[im-a-matt-girl]

"Nurse"

I wake up in the hospital... again. I hate being chronically ill, but unfortunately, I am not surprised. The clinical smell, the hazy lights, the faint beeping of machinery - it's all too familiar to me.

I feel something lightly touching my arm. I turn to look at it, and there is a nurse changing out one of the IVs in my butterfly catheter. He is breathtakingly beautiful, with dark, wavy hair and pale skin. His eyes are electric blue, and they are currently focused on his task. It may just be the meds I'm on, but I swear there is a halo surrounding his head. He looks like an angel.

"Hi," I breathe.

He looks at me as his hands continue do their work from muscle memory. "Sorry," he apologizes in a low voice. His voice is pleasant and soft. "I was trying not to wake you."

"It's okay," I smile. I squint to read his name tag. "Matt?"

"Mhm," he smiles. He throws the ball of trash in his fingers away and looks at me attentively. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," I tell him. "Well, I've been better, honestly."

His eyes crinkle up, and I can tell that he's smiling, even though he's wearing a mask over his nose and mouth. "I'll try to get you out of here soon, I promise. Just let me know if you need anything, okay? Don't hesitate to press the button." He hands me the remote to my hospital bed, which has a button to call a nurse whenever I want.

"Okay," I say, taking the remote from him. "My guardian angel."

His ears flush pink, and I hear a faint giggle from behind his mask. "I'll see you in a little while. I have to go check on other patients."

"Hurry back," I whisper faintly as he turns away from me. I want to see him again as soon as possible.

Every time he comes into my hospital room after that, my heart swells at the sight of him. "Hi, Matt," I greet him. I always greet the nurses by their names whenever I see them, but I especially love saying his name.

"Hey," he says back to me, as usual. "How are you feeling?"

"Better, now that you're here," I tell him.

His eyes crinkle up again. "Glad to hear that," he says. "You're going home soon. The doctor will be in to go over the paperwork with you, okay?"

"Okay…" I reply, a bit wistfully. "I'm gonna miss you, though." I'm still feeling a bit loopy from the medicine, so I have no filter right now.

Matt sighs. "I hope I won't have to see you in here anytime soon," he says. "I would be sad if anything bad happened to you again."

My heart skips a beat. The thought of making Matt sad nearly brings me to tears. "I promise I'll take better care of myself," I utter.

"Good," he says, smiling again. "Maybe if I see you outside of this hospital, I'll say 'hey,' okay?"

"Deal," I say, giving him a thumbs up.

Matt gives me a thumbs up back. "Cool," he says. "Take care."

It's been a few weeks since I've been out of the hospital, and I'm treating myself to a fancy tea at a local café. A customer walks in, and he looks a bit familiar to me, but I can't quite place him. He has lovely, wavy, dark brown hair, and he has amazing bone structure. He has a slight frame, and his nose is beautiful. When I hear him place his order, his voice gives him away.

"Matt?" I ask, approaching him once he's finished ordering.

He turns to look at me, and his eyes are as bright as I remember them. "Hey," he says with a shy smile.

"Do you remember me?" I ask him.

"Mhm," he nods. He's somehow even more beautiful than I imagined him without his mask on. "You're the patient I had a couple of weeks ago. How have you been?"

"I've been well," I grin.

"That's good," he replies.

I can't stop myself from hugging him. "Thank you," I breathe, "for taking care of me at the hospital."

He giggles quietly as he returns my hug gently. "It's my job," he tells me.

"I know, but you're good at it," I remark.

"Order for Matt!" the barista calls out.

Matt turns around to take his drink. "Thanks," he says to the barista. Then he turns back to me. "I gotta go now," he says. "Can I get your number so I can text you later?"

"Of course!" I say happily.

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written for and inspired by @iluvmatt ♡ hope you feel better soon, my friend

[tonksiefea]

How I know You|| Original Fantasy Romance

So this is Chapter 1 of a story I've been working on. It's currently 17 Chapters and counting but I'm hitting that point in my process where I want to delete everything and never touch a computer again so I figured I'd got some reasonable people to tell me I'm right! LOL I kid! Thank you to @soinspiredbyyou Who kindly encouraged me to post it Summary: Raziel "Rae" Marsh is an anxious newly published author who moved to a mountain town to escape her loving but overbearing parents. Things get a little complicated when a Fantasy Writer meets a Forest Ranger who starts making her books seem a little more realistic than Fairy Stories ever should.

Chapter 1

“No. Mom, I'm fine. I promise, I’m doing great. You and dad do not need to come get me. I'm an adult. Yes, I’m eating, no I’m not dating anyone, yes the book tour went fine and the new house is beautiful. I even found a coffee shop to work in.” Raziel, who would not share her full name under penalty of death and instead preferred Rae, loved her mother. She really did. 

Rae got a lot of things from her mother. Her red hair, her green eyes, her freckles, her talent for language, and most of all her overwhelming anxiety and worry for the slightest change to her life. 

What she did not get from her mother was the woman’s constant insistence that she find a husband, settle down, and start pumping out children like she needed to single handedly re-populate the earth. That part she could do without. 

It was part of the reason Rae had taken the money from her first successful fantasy book, touted to be the next “Chronicles of Narnia”, and moved to a secluded mountain town in Colorado where the population fluctuated between triple and quadruple digits depending on the season. She much preferred the quiet town life to anything else and she was finally able to live her dream of a quiet secluded life as a hermit writer. 

“Mom, I gotta go! I’m walking into the cafe. I’ll call you when I get home. No, mom I’m going to write. I can't spend my whole time talking on the phone. Because, mother, it’s rude.” Rae rolled her eyes as her mother launched into another tangent that would take forever. “Goodbye Mom. I love you.” She sighed and hung up instantly feeling a surge of overwhelming guilt for hanging up. 

She knew her mom meant well and she loved talking to her but right now Rae just needed some quiet. She needed to delve into the world of her imagination and ignore reality for a good three hours or so with a mug of cinnamon coffee so big people would confuse it for a bowl. 

She took a deep breath of the silence and looked down the streets seeing the one or two off-season tourists that wandered through the town for hiking. Summer was about to end but kids were going back to school and this little town was nearly abandoned. Even most of the locals either lived off the land, or worked in larger cities just down the mountain. Somehow, without her mother’s voice in her ear, anxiety started to well up in her. Something else too. 

For the past year, any time she was alone, she got this feeling but any time she tried to pin it down it ran away. She was sick of trying to chase a ghost but she couldn’t quite bring herself to give up on it either. Something in her soul said this feeling was important and that she had to solve the puzzle. She was pretty sick of the urgent feeling in her stomach and right now was not the time. Anxiety she could handle, the other thing could wait. 

Rae walked into the door of the tiny, eclectic, coffee shop and looked around. She had found it the day before, relieved to find a place that wasn’t a chain. If anyone knew how anxious she always was they would have assumed she was the type to order everything on an app and use self checkout. Except there was a certain charm, in her opinion, about having the sort of social anonymity of having a place she was considered a quirky regular. A place where the barista knew her order and the check out guy knew how to bag her eggs just the way she liked. The sort of pseudo social bond that made it so someone would notice if you went missing but you were still a little bit of an enigma. It was part of why she'd picked such a small town. She wanted that place where everyone sort of knew each other.

Rae walked up to see the same woman from yesterday behind the counter wiping  it down and humming to herself. “Hey! Welcome back! So I guess the coffee wasn’t too bad then?” The woman greeted, warmly. She had a sort of spirit about her that Rae hadn’t found at the cafe near her parent’s house in the giant suburb where nothing really felt local, even the local shops. She loved Burbank, but she was thrilled to be rid of it.

“I loved it, actually. Had to come back and try another one.” Her tone was friendly and she was proud of herself for being able to sound confident even if she didn’t feel it with ehr stomach bubbling and twisting and her heart beating a bit too fast.

“You want the Honey Nut latte again then?” The woman asked, turning to the computer.

“Actually I was looking at the Cinnamon vanilla cappuccino.” She admitted. Rae had a huge soft spot for cinnamon. She loved the sweet and spicy mix. It felt sort of fantastical, like the sort of thing a fairy should drink.

“Oh! Good choice! It’s one of my favorites. Biggest cup I can find?” the barista asked, quoting yesterday. Rae was surprised but she supposed in a small town like this new people always stuck out. Not to mention she was the crazy red head with the coffee addiction that spent half her day writing in the back corner and muttering to herself while she wobbled the table. That probably helped make her memorable.

“Please and thank you!” She said brightly as she pulled out her card to pay. The Barista was quick to process the purchase and say they’d call her name when it was ready and Rae nodded turning to the room to get to work when she was stopped short. 

She looked at her table. Her table, she had quickly decided, was perfect.It had a slight wobble to fidget with when thinking and just enough light that she could see but not too much in the sun as to need to take off her sweater and she could angle her computer just so in order to not get glare. Yes, her perfect little table was another part of the charm and allure of this place. Except right now, her table had a man sitting at it. 

There were plenty of other tables, that wasn’t the problem. The thing was Rae was a creature of habit if nothing else. She liked normal and same and comfortable. She didn’t just want any table she wanted her table. 

She was the kind of person that was one mental breakdown away from having the same outfit in 12 colors just because it was comfortable. Finding a new table once she picked one took time, it took effort. Yes, she’d only had that table once but it was her table! Now her choices were go find a new one: torture! Or talk to the man and ask if he could move: torture!

“Iced Cinnamon honey Latte for Liam!” was called next to her and the man stood up. She quickly averted her eyes to look at the menu pretending she was busy. As soon as he was engaged with the Barista she quickly slipped to the table into the same seat she had been in the day before, thankfully not the one the man had been in, and opened her computer.

“I suppose I don’t mind a little company.” A voice drawled over her. It was deep, and sounded like it was amused, and absolutely terrifying. She looked up to see warm chestnut eyes and a beard and shaggy brown hair and sun tanned skin. He was taller than her but not by much. Other than looking a bit ragged he was just a normal, average guy. So why did she get the instantaneous need to flee? Oh yeah, because she stole his table.

“Oh umm Sorry?” She asked, she tried her best to sound innocent and confused. Maybe if she could play it off well enough he’d just give up and move. It was her favorite table after all. 

Mistakes were clearly made when he sat down in the same seat he had left. “My table.” The statement was simple and plain and was accompanied with a rather self satisfied looking smirk.

“No one was here when I sat down so–” Rae started powering up her laptop and pulling out notebooks hoping it would be enough to stake her claim and scare him off. That was until the man pointed to a black bag resting on the seat next to his. “Oh. I must have missed that. Sorry I can–” She started to get up with tense shoulders and probably too perfect posture.

“There’s plenty of space. I mean the table is meant for like seven people.” It was an exaggeration, but not by much. The big, round table had been useful because she had been able to spread out her notebooks and books and still had about half a table left for cups and plates. “Besides, looks like I won’t be here half as long as you will.” He mused.

He gave a slow look over her bag of books and papers and pens and highlighters, it always looked near to bursting at the seams. His look had her blushing from embarrassment. Then his eyes slowly moving over her face like he was drinking in her appearance. His look had her flicking her eyes shyly down to her keyboard and suddenly feeling very warm in her comfy knit sweater. 

“Thank you. It’s just that this is the perfect table. It’s the right distance from the window to get light but not be too warm or reflect on my screen and it’s got a little wobble that I can play with when I’m thinking.” She explained in a rush. Why was she telling him this? Why did she want to tell this guy everything she’d ever thought? 

She fought the urge to look back up to the chocolate eyes of the man in front of her. She did not do relationships. She had knocked aside every single person who had even looked her way for as long as she could remember. This guy wasn’t even her type! Sure he was handsome in his own way, and he had a great voice but she wanted something else. She just wasn’t really sure what that was.

“Good to know I have good taste.” He said with a tone that had her looking up in panic. It sounded so weighty. Was he complimenting her? That was very daring. “In tables.” He clarified like he could read her mind.

“Right.” She said, nodding and trying to remind herself to breathe. There was no way she was letting this guy get to her. She was just a nervous person. So why was this guy so disarming? Why was he terrifying in a totally different way from every other human she’d ever met? Why did she want to know more about him? “You do. So umm… do you–”

“Cinnamon Vanilla Cappuccino for Rae!” The barista called. Rae nearly tipped her chair over when she shot up like a bottle rocket.

“That’s me!” She called. The Barista, thankfully, just smiled warmly and motioned to her with the coffee. Right she had to go over and get it. “Be right back. Can you watch my stuff?” She asked the mystery man as she, much more carefully, picked her way around her bag and towards the counter. 

She felt so stupid. Genuinely, she felt like an idiot. She had just made a total fool of herself and her anxiety was flaring like crazy. Her heart was pounding a thousand miles a second and her palms were sweating and her stomach was even a little nauseous. She took the coffee and the Barista smiled kindly.

“He’s the last new guy, moved in about a year ago. Nice guy but I’ve never seen him talk to the same person that long.” The barista commented. What was that supposed to mean? Was she special?

“Oh. Yeah well I tried to steal his table so...” Rae trailed off awkwardly. Maybe she should just go home and never leave her house again. She took a sip of her coffee and comfort washed over her body. “Wow.” She breathed for the first time in what seemed like forever. “This is great!” she complimented savoring the sweet and spicy flavor that made her feel magical.

“Told you! It’s my favorite. Enjoy.” The Barista turned in a way that clearly dismissed her.

Ok, so she couldn’t leave until she finished her coffee now. She looked around the empty cafe, empty except for her table that had the guy at it. She tried to pick another place to work but every single one just had too many glaring issues. That one really was her perfect table. So she just had to deal with the guy. Besides, something in her told her that if she moved the guy would just follow. A traitorous part of her loved the idea too.

She moved back to her seat and nodded a greeting to the guy sitting there. “Thanks.” She said putting her coffee down and moving to sit. 

“That’ll be 20 dollars.” the guy said with an impish smile that made her stomach flip uncomfortably and had her flopping into the seat she had just been trying to sit gracefully in.

She was a scared wreck 99% of the time but the other 1% of her personality was all redhead. Instantly her face flared red and rage boiled in her blood. “Excuse me?!” She asked, her chin cocked down and teeth clenched almost as tight as her fists.

Instantly his hands raised in surrender but his face was entirely covered in a smug smile. “Joking.” He assured with a wave of his hands to draw attention to his surrender. “Good to know you’re a fighter though.” He commented, taking a self satisfied sip of his own drink.

A fighter? She was not a fighter! She was a runner and a hider or a freezer at best. His words soothed her somehow though. It was like he was seeing someone completely different than who she was but for some reason she really wanted to be that person. “I just couldn’t believe you thought your services were worth 20 bucks.” She countered. “Maybe Five…cents” Was she teasing him? She was pretty sure she was teasing him. Where had she learned to tease random men in coffee shops?

“Ouch.” He said covering his heart like he’d been wounded but his smile was impossible to miss. It lit his face with an impossibly enchanting glow. She couldn’t take her eyes off the way his eyes crinkled in the corners or the way his laugh lines framed his lips. She ripped her eyes forcefully to her coffee and took a long drink of the soothing cinnamon. She hoped the drink would bring some much needed reality to her boggled mind. “I’d be happy to show you just what my services are worth.” He offered and she caught sight of him wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

A laugh caught Rae by the throat and she nearly choked on her coffee as she snorted. Coffee assaulted the back of her throat and splashed all over her computer screen from her coughing. Oh God she looked like an idiot. “Sorry.” She choked out as she put down her cup and desperately tried to get her breathing and hacking under control.

She looked up to see an empty seat where he had been. He was gone. She tried to insist to herself that she wasn’t sad or upset or anything even remotely like it. She was glad that she had her table to herself. The problem was that inexplicable feeling was instantly back. It was like an itch inside of her ear so deep there was no way to scratch it. She hadn’t realized but for those brief moments talking to this strange man, it had been gone. Now that he was missing it was back. She didn’t know what to make of that. It was like her skin was crawling, looking for something. Her eyes darted around the shop, without her permission, to see where he went.

“Don’t go dying on me, now.” His voice pulled her instantly to look next to her. “I know I’m funny but even I’m not that funny.” He joked offering her a napkin. She tried not to feel relieved seeing his face there smiling like he was hilarious. She reached up taking the napkin and wiped her face as he sauntered back to his seat and dropped himself haphazardly into it. 

“It just took me by surprise.” She insisted, not sure what to do with herself. Why was she so relaxed with this guy around? Why had it felt so cold when she had thought he left? 

All this was a lot to think about and she was supposed to be writing. She winced as soon as she looked at her screen and saw it covered in drips of coffee. That was going to be gross to write through all day. She wiped the screen but it just wiped streaks of cream and sugar across the surface.

“Everything ok there, kid?” His voice called for her attention again. Somehow the nickname, which should have been demeaning, didn’t set her anger ablaze again. It seemed so casual, almost natural. Not that the man in front of her could possibly be too much older than she was. She was in her mid thirties and would probably pin him at around forty, maybe younger.

She sighed in frustration at the streaks on her screen needing to be careful of the LCD screen but there was no amount of wiping that would fix this mess. “Fine it just– my screen is a mess now. So it looks like I won’t get any writing done. My publisher will love that.” She sighed, closing her screen probably a touch harder than she should have.

“Publisher?” He asked with a tilted head. He didn’t really look surprised, which surprised her. She could say he looked vaguely curious, but even that was too strong a word for the expression he was portraying.

“Yeah I um,I guess you could say I’m a writer. Or at least I wrote a book and it got published so, write.” She said instantly, self conscious. This was the part that always felt awkward and wrong. Plus it got two reactions, half the people were so excited they instantly wanted to be her best friend and get a free copy, the other half were patronizing and passed the words off as her  bragging. “Now I’m supposed to write the follow up.” She explained awkwardly. “It’s supposed to be a series.” She was babbling again. “About fairies.” She finished. 

God why couldn’t she have written about something so much cooler? Why wasn’t she writing about dragons or werewolves or even bigfoot! Why was it fairies? He would think she was twelve. Why the hell did she care what he thought?

“Fairies are cool.” His voice was so casual she couldn’t stop herself from looking up with what she was sure was a stupid, hopeful face. 

“Yeah. I mean, I’m not talking like two inches tall with butterfly wings or anything. They’re more like elemental forces. They’re mostly warriors and guardians. It’s not as dumb as it sounds, I swear.” She tried desperately to defend her book and let out an awkward laugh. She was trying not to give into the overwhelming shame and embarrassment she currently felt. 

She never talked about her novels to anyone that wasn’t her mother or her publisher. Even her dad hadn’t actually heard much about her book. She’d given him a copy of the first round of printing but it was still sitting untouched next to his armchair in California. This stranger actually looked interested though. Not even complimentary, not amused and mocking. He was just passively curious.

“What’s it called? I’d love to read it.” He said, taking a slow sip of his iced drink. Why was he drinking an iced coffee? It may not be fall yet but the colder weather had already stolen into the mountains enough that she needed a sweater.

“I have a spare copy at home. Maybe I could bring it to you tomorrow?” She offered.

“I can’t be here tomorrow.” Why was she disappointed by that? She nodded, refusing to let her face fall but either she wasn’t as good at hiding her emotions as she wanted to be, or he was more perceptive than average. “I work on call in the ranger outpost up in the national park. I’m on three days off two. But I’ll be here Friday? Maybe I can pick it up then?” he offered. “Buy you lunch to pay you back for it?” He looked hopeful. That was a surprise. The look in his eyes made it seem like he was holding his breath as much as she was.

“Sounds good. I’ll be here.” She agreed with a shy smile. Had she just agreed to a date? Three days from now she had agreed to a date! Maybe it wasn’t a date. Maybe he was just being nice.

“It’s a date.” He commented with a smirk. Ok so definitely a date.

“Yeah!” She shouldn’t be this excited. She was never this excited. She hated dating. Ever since she got dumped at her ninth grade ball for the class siren by the local captain of the jousting team. ‘Real life terms Raziel!’ she chastised herself. She wrote too much. It was the ninth grade semi-formal and the head cheerleader and the captain of the football team, whom she’d had no business dating anyway.

Her mom always warned her about getting too stuck in her stories. They were always telling her if she wasn’t careful she’d never come out. 

“You want me to see what I can do with that screen?” The man’s voice shocked her out of her self-reflection.

“Huh?” Rae shook her head blinking away the voices fighting behind her eyes and flashes of wings and gossamer. 

The man nodded his head to her closed computer. “Your computer screen. I might be able to clean it off.” He offered. “Can’t let you get behind because of my attempted murder.” He joked.

She laughed even though it wasn’t a good joke and nodded. “Sure.” she said, opening the lid. “All yours.” He took a napkin and pulled a bottle of water out of his satchel pouring a bit onto the end and ran it lightly over the screen. 

Rae watched in awe as the streaks cleared up and dried like he’d used one of her screen clothes instead of a napkin and water. “My hero!” She said with a smile looking over to see his brown eyes right next to her. He was close enough to her she could smell woods and smoke and see little lines decorating his face and disappearing into the thick hair of his beard. It was an alluring image to be sure. Almost made her forget to breathe.

“Liam.” His voice was deep and so sexy and horribly distracting. Clearly she was quiet long enough that he felt the need to clarify. “That's my name. Liam.” That woke her up.

“Right! Sorry! Rae.” She introduced in a rush. 

“Short for…?” He prompted. 

“Something horrible.” She informed flatly.

“It can't be that bad.” He insisted with a smile.

“It really is.”

“What Rachel? Rainbow? Ray of sunshine? Raymond?”

“Raziel.” She burst out if only to stop his insane guesses. She stopped short, her eyes going huge when she realized she had just said her most hated name to a total stranger.

“Hm interesting.” Was all he said. “See ya Friday, Raziel.” He said her name quietly with an impish smile. It was like he was keeping her name a little secret between them. Somehow it didn't sound quite so horrid coming from him which really was a magical thing for him to manage.

“See you Friday, Liam.” She couldn't fight the smile. Her phone started to buzz and she looked down seeing her mom's contact and huffed. Her mother could not know about this. That was not happening. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to stop thinking about it but just the image of her mother learning about the coffee shop forest ranger felt like a threat. A threat she didn’t have time to unpack right now. Those chocolate eyes and the feelings behind them would be unfolded at a later date. For now she had other beasts to battle.

“Hi mom!”

[dakotakazansky]

Ghost • Five

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Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Angst, lots of Dumb Bitch Juice, Some Smut

Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC & Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x OC

Word Count: 2,623

Kota

After a long week of flight training and drills it was finally the weekend. During one of the lunch hours we got Jake and Javy to agree to come with Tate and I while we shopped for things to put in my barracks room, but only on the terms that they were allowed to go off on their own and not be dragged around for girl talk and shopping. We all met at my room, and then piled into Jake's truck, our first stop being Target. 

Tate and I's first stop was to the Starbucks inside of Target, we ordered our coffee and then stood off to the side waiting for the drinks to be made, we knew it would take some time seeing as there were at least 6 people in front of us.

"So tell me more about you Tate, like I know you said you're from Ohio, whereabouts?" Tate smiles before speaking, "I'm from a small city outside of Cincinnati. I lived there with my mother Jacqueline, but we called her Jackie, and my older brother Samuel, but we called him Sammy." I nod my head while listening to Tate explain about home, before she continues, "Sammy became a professional baseball player with the Reds, while my mother is a charge nurse at our local hospital."

I smiled at Tate, "Wow, sounds like you've got some awesome family members, what made you want to leave them?" Tate pondered on my question for a minute before beginning again, "Well, as much as I love my family, and my state, I always felt like there was something more for me out there, something that I couldn't achieve from there." She chuckles softly, "That and I really wanted to travel and serve my country so what better way than joining the Navy." 

We both laugh and I say, "I mean you do have a point there, the Navy is a lot of travel." She looks over to me, "What about you Kota, where are you from?" "Well I was born and raised in Miramar. We eventually moved to a few different places, like Fallon, Nevada and Pensacola, Florida, but we ended up back down in San Diego recently. You could imagine all the moving and what not having a family member in the navy would bring."

Tate nods her head, "While I never had to experience that first hand, I do understand where you are coming from." I nod back to her, and she asks, "What was it like moving around so often?" I took a minute to figure out how I wanted to explain my answer to this question, "Well the moving around itself was fun, I got to experience new bases, and explore new towns, but it was hard to keep friends with the constant moving, and even harder to make and keep friends once everyone found out I was the Admiral's daughter. They all wanted to befriend me just to get to him, or were afraid of me because of him." 

I sigh softly, and Tate puts a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear that Kota, I'm glad we met, and that I get to be your WSO, you seem really cool." I smile, and turn to Tate giving her a hug, "You're right, I'm glad we met and were paired together, and thank you for being someone that doesn't wanna be friends to just get to my dad." Tate hugs me back, we break away at the perfect time, because we heard the barista call our names, we grabbed our coffees and started to head out into the store to shop. 

We started off in the home goods area, grabbing some throw pillows and a blanket. We found some other items as well like a vase to put on the table. I asked Tate, "So what do you think of our squadron?" I wiggle my eyebrows, "Find any cute guys?" I ask jokingly. Tate starts laughing, "I think our squadron is wonderful, I love working with you and Jake. As for cute guys, I think Coyote is kinda cute" she says while her cheeks turn rosy pink.

She looks at me, "Well what about you Kota, any cute guys for you?" Now it's my turn to turn the brightest shade of red, "I mean..." I sigh, "I've not really tried for relationships honestly, most people only used me to get to my father, and when I caught on that was the case for most, I ended those relationships. Plus no one treats me like Jake does, but I could never tell him I like him, I don't want to ruin the longest friendship I've ever had if he doesn't feel the same way." 

I try to distract Tate by showing her a cute rug that I saw. "What do you mean you'd ruin the friendship Kota?" Tate questions, still pushing the subject. "I mean like, if he doesn't like me that way, how do you go back to the way things were now that you know the feelings you have aren't shared? I feel like it would be very awkward, plus with my track record of friends being only you, him, and Javy, I really don't want to lose a friend from the small group I already have."

She nods, taking in my words, trying to understand where I'm coming from. She tries to reason with me, "But how will you know how you guys feel about each other if you don't take the risk? I mean you're a Fighter Pilot for crying out loud, our lives are all about taking risks." I look at her, "I mean you are right Tate, our lives are all about risks, but... I'm just not sure if I'm ready for that risk yet."

We make our way through the aisles of home goods finding some art work to put on the walls, but then I stop to ponder something. "Hey what do you say, we put this art back, and go grab some canvases and paint and we all make our own?" I questioned her. "Kota, that's a great idea! You should ask the guys if they want to join in!" I immediately grab my phone out of my pocket and stand off to the side to not block the aisle, and shoot off a text to Jake. 

"Javy and Jake are in, they want to join us in making our own art for my walls. We can grab extra canvases too in case you guys want to take some home with you." I say excitedly. I shoot off one more text to Jake to let him know we are heading to the check out area in a few minutes after we grab some snacks for ourselves for our painting night. Once we've all checked out we all hop back into Jake's truck and head off to the local art store so we can all pick out our canvases and other art supplies.

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Jake

Javy and I watch the girls walk over to Starbucks while we walk off to do our own thing. As we are heading back to the grocery section of the store we get to talking, "How's it going in your squadron man?" Javy asks first. "It's going great. Kota, Tate and I all finally got call signs. Kota and Tate's are super cool and silly, while mine is just because I missed a high five." I say.

"So what is everyone's callsigns then?" Javy questions wanting to know. "Kota is Ghost because I said she flies undetected and ice cold, Tate got Villain because after Kota flew inverted over my jet, Kota asked her how she was doing, and Tate said she was chillin’ like a villain while we all heard the nerves in her voice. I missed Kota's high five and just stuck with Hangman."

We both started laughing before Javy said, "Well at least the names are fitting for you 3. I guess that makes Kota and Tate your wingmen?" I facepalm, "Shit yeah, forgot to tell you that part." I nervously scratch the back of my neck knowing what's coming next from Javy.

"Is that going to affect your flying and if you get sent on missions. I know you still have feelings for her man, I saw it all over your face when we had lunch together all week." I sigh replying, "I hope it's not going to affect me, I'm hoping I can keep it at bay, but I don't know what I would do if something happened to her or Tate." 

I feel my phone vibrate, and pull it out of my pocket, I look down and smile seeing the message from "🌙❤️" pop up. Javy and I both say at the same time, "Speak of the devil." Although his sounds more like a question, than a statement like mine is.

"So what's up?" He says, nodding towards my phone, as I continue to type a reply back to Kota. "Oh uh, Kota is asking if we'd like to snag some canvases and make some art for her walls." I see Javy light up excitedly, "Of course I'm in!" I let him know the girls are grabbing extra snacks and drinks for Kota's place for art night, and we meet them back at the checkout once we've grabbed all our groceries and necessities. 

—

Kota

We all head to the craft store, we grab 4 medium canvases for us to do a pass around painting, that each of us will get to take home, and then somewhere I lost track of how many smaller ones we had gotten. I know there is plenty enough to put on my walls, and then some left over for others to take home as well.

I question everyone, "So I know I bought us some snacks and beer for tonight but what do we want to do for dinner? Should we order out and take it home, or just start painting, and eventually order pizza for delivery?" I let out a little chuckle knowing once we were home and started painting and drinking there was no way anyone was going home, except maybe Tate since she only lived in the room a few doors down from mine.

Everyone starts throwing out ideas, "Why not do some takeaway Chinese", "Oo we could order pizza from that place that has the really good breadsticks" or "We can grab some big greasy burgers." We all started talking about it, and we all agreed on ordering takeaway Chinese because we could set it up family style on my dining room table's lazy Susan and pick and choose a little of everything. We ended up with a little bit of everything from lo mein, to potstickers, fried wontons, wonton and egg drop soup, and general tso's chicken. 

We spent the rest of the afternoon into the evening, eating our dinner and drinking first, then we moved onto the pass around paintings. After we had finished those we each painted some different art pieces for each other to take home. We eventually worked on some of the canvases that were going to go up on my walls, each person putting their personality 110% into each piece, before signing and dating the back of the canvas before we set them up to dry overnight.

At one point Jake and I split off to work on an art piece together, while Tate and Javy had split off to work on their own piece together. We all continued to laugh and joke and had a great time together making memories. Jake ended up spending the night, while Tate, who wasn't as drunk as the rest of us, took Coyote back to her place, saying that, "They both wanted to hang out and get to know each other better." Whether they knock boots together or not will be a story for another day when we aren't drunk, I'm definitely going to question it tomorrow though. 

Jake and I stayed up a little longer, once Tate and Javy had left, neither of us mentioning what we had talked about with the two that had left. He helped me up, so I could do my nightly routine of washing my face. "Alright Kota, let's get you changed into your pjs for the night." Jake says sweetly.

"Help me please?" I mumble drunkenly, unable to fully stand up right without assistance from Jake. "Alright Moon, just because you're totally shitfaced right now." He helps me out of my shirt and pants, and then helps me pull on my shirt and pj shorts. "Thank you Sun." I say slurring my speech. I lean up and kiss his cheek softly, before he walks me over and helps me into bed. 

"Hang tight here Moon, I'll be right back." Jake says leaving the room. When he returns he has a bottle of Gatorade and some ibuprofen, "Now take these, and drink some of this Gatorade before you go to sleep." I do as he says, and then he takes the half empty bottle of Gatorade and puts it on the nightstand next to me, and then walks around to the other side of the bed getting in himself.

The last thing I remember is sleepily asking, "Can we cuddle?" He holds his arms open, and I snuggle up next to him, falling asleep on his chest, while he wraps one arm around me, and uses the other to play with my hair. 

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Jake 

Kota drunkenly asks me for help to get ready for bed. This isn't my first rodeo helping Kota when she's this shitfaced, so I know she's alright with me helping her, and I know for certain this won't be the last time either. "Alright sweetheart, let's get rid of these jeans" I say, pulling her jeans down, and helping her step out of them.

"Okay time for your pj shorts." She's extra wobbly so I hold onto her, one hand holding on to the small of her back while I use the other hand to guide her legs into the leg hole of the shorts, before swapping hands and doing the same to the other leg. We, even though it was mostly me, get her shorts on her, "Alright darlin' arms up."

She complies and puts her arms up so I could take her shirt off, and put her tank top on. Oh how I could never get tired of helping this sweet small angel, I'd do anything to be able to do this for the rest of my life. She kissed my check softly before I helped her into her bed.

I tell her to hang tight, while leaving to grab her ibuprofen that she keeps in the medicine cabinet, and a Gatorade to wash it down with while also replacing electrolytes. I make her take the tablets, and drink some before climbing into bed with her. She sleepily asks me if we can cuddle and I immediately open my arms for her, never turning down a chance to hold her tightly to me.

She lays her head against my chest, and this is one of the only times I visibly blush, but thankfully no one can see it. She wraps her small arms around my frame, and I use one hand to play with her hair. Once I know she's fast asleep, I softly kiss the top of her head, and whisper, "Goodnight love" knowing she won't remember it in the morning. My mind is racing over the conversation that Javy and I had earlier, but even then I still manage to fall asleep just fine, with my favorite person cuddled up by my side.

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Top 3 engport AU's for your consideration and what I think about them

Nyotalia

- a classic, really

- the girls, just like their male counterparts, are super devoted to eachother

- they realized they were into eachtoher after years of "learning how to kiss" sessions with the other, something like:

"hey Joana,,,"

"mhm?"

"do you know how to kiss?"

"oh,, well,,-I I get the gist of it! I once had a human boyfriend y'know! "

"woah! So can you teach me?? :D"

"what"

"what"

- once my history teacher said that the biggest flaw the Portuguese have is jealousy, but, weirdly enough, I don't think Joana would do much when she sees Edith with other people, untiiiillll she realizes they're just friends

- she'd just give the death stare and hope for the best and cry a bit on the inside when people ask if she needs to use the restroom

- talking about jealousy, I think Edith would be more calm? Just like Joana maybe stare "👁️👁️" style but then once the chat is over she'd just ask who it is

- again, non-confrontational people

- they may have had less fights than the boys but when they had 'em, boy were they ugly

- during the ww2, Joana cut her hair really short to look like a man and to be accepted and respected around her peers and Edith let hers grow to look more feminine and appealing during her spionage days

- Joana's favorite thing on Edith is when she gets to ramble on something she likes and spends hours if not days remebering little details about the topjc

- Ediths is when Joana remembers little details she mentions during her ramblings, her favorite brand of perfume, why her favorite tea is the best, how many times her sisters had to get her out of the top of a tree like a scared cat because that apple just look THAT tasty, the look on her face when the alliance was signed and she spilled wine one her dress while celebrating

- 1000/10 incredible AU MWAH

Hetalia Gakuenl AU

- met at the paranormal club when Gabe had to get Vlad home because it was getting late and Romulus had forgotten him at school

- first interaction is a complete disaster:

"Guys this is my cousin Gabriel!"

"Hi."

"Hi"

"Oh, hey I know you from physics class, Lukas right?"

"Mhm"

"And you."

"ah shit"

"didn't you remind the English teacher about the test?"

"fucking hell."

"PFFTTT--"

"Vlad you traitor, you better sleep with an eye open"

- anyways, Gabe coming to the club to pick up his cousin is recurring theme, sometimes with his brother, sometimes with his other cousins

"Vlaaaad, your cousin's here"

"oh right, sorry guys!"

"wait."

"c'mere"

"mhm?"

"hey, um, is your cousin by any chance,,, into boys?,,"

"OH"

"SILENCE HEATHEN"

"..."

"yes or no"

"ask him yourself <3"

"motherfucker"

So there goes Tumblr sexyman, Arthur Kirkland:

"hey-"

"oh hi, what up ^^"

"do you wanna go out with me."

"I literally don't know you"

"👁️👁️.... 👁️👁️"

"yeah I do"

- the rest is up to your imagination, but it's just so sweet and friends to lovers (best trope) and cute UGHH ><

- 9.8/10

Coffee shop/Pub AU

- Barista Arthur and bartender Gabriel, name a better duo

- Arthur works at this silly little coffee shop owned by him and his brothers

- it's a cozy and comfortable 2 store space

- above is their home and below is the shop

- one day walks in Gabriel, looking as if he didn't sleep the last 4 days, asking for a tall black coffee, with sugar, steaming hot

"hey, are you sure, lad? We have other things that could help with whatever's going on with you"

"sighs nah, just.. Don't worry I'm fine with that, how much is it anyways?"

"1.50€"

"aight"

*slides a custard tart* "it's on the house"

- Gabe is very much surprised pikachu face.png

-later on to relieve stress from work Art goes to a pub

"gimme your strongest whiskey, one beer and a glass of vodka"

"you really need to get a hold of your nerves Arthur; gonna end up dead"

"pew pew!"

"sighs come on to the back, I'll take care of ya', it's on the house"

9.5/10 - so so good ^o^