#santorini coffee

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Melvitto - Santorini Coffee

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melvitto - Santorini Coffee (Official Audio)

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Summer days in Santorini Greece 🇬🇷

Santorini Greece 🇬🇷

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A haven for cozy relaxation right in your own backyard, Outdoor Santorini furniture features plush comfort, a clean-lined design, and a spacious profile that makes an attractive statement on the porch, patio, or by the poolside.

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Discover this Santorini Café atmosphere, where the soothing sounds of smooth instrumental bossa nova jazz blend seamlessly with the breathtaking beauty of Greece's iconic island to increase your focus and concentration. Tune in, enhance your productivity and enjoy! 🎶

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Can I please request a charles dating a Greek girl *like the Korean girl you did*???👉🏻👈🏻🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺

Hi, love!!! of course <3 here you go! sorry for taking forever, I was off for a bit and just got back hihih

Here's the Charles version - I'm so sorry I read Mick idk why, but do not fear for Millie will make justice (even if she was the wrong one in the first place lol).

MICK DATING A GREEK GIRL | MS47

Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff; mentions of family members; not proofread.

A/n: Just a quick reminder that there are many shades, experiences, and backgrounds when it comes to greeks and their culture, what I am writing does not resume everything, but rather brings a piece of it to the table. <3

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Mick already knows Greece, but when you two start dating he's in for a whole new adventure aka getting familiar with culture, sayings, and the idiom;

He becomes obsessed with Greek cuisine. To him, everything is better when it's Greek - greek rice, greek break, greek spaghetti, and the latter let it slip during an interview, and you bet Ferrari fans we're mad for a week or so;

He would encourage you guys to visit the less tourist-centered cities and islands, instead suggesting places where you grew up or had stories to tell;

Mick would make sure to always have his camera on him and register random photos of you - he has a 'Greek girl <3' folder that consists mostly of pictures of you;

Randomly learned to introduce himself in Greek, but got his age wrong and it didn't matter how many times you tried to correct him, he would always forget and say it wrong again, so you just accepted that he was one hundred five instead of twenty-five when in Greece;

Though Mick loved the homey cities, he also loved the famous islands and whenever you traveled there at least one weekend would be spent in one of those. Athenas, Santorini, Corfu, Mykonos, Crete, Zakynthos, Ithaca, you name it, he will pack his bags at the speed of light and be ready to tag along;

He would watch movies that were ambient in Greece and ask you if things were accurate. He looved Mamma Mia and Greek Wedding;

Totally hints that he wants to have a greek wedding after you attend one together; The plates breaking? The common cup? the wedding face? He watched it all in awe;

Now when it comes to meeting the family Mick is nervous. He wants to make everything right so he will try to at least introduce himself in Greek -and he'll most likely get nervous again and say he's one hundred-five years lol it becomes a family thing, and he feels at home around your folks;

Same to you and his family that will definitely put Greece on their next vacay destination just to spend some quality family time with everyone.

Overall Mick is just super curious and open to learning about you and your culture, and will go around talking about how cool things are in Greece because he's this type of person. He's obsessed with your country, but he's even more obsessed with you.

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🧨 Vinny Santorini (Atlantis) x (gn) reader🌹

(Marriage Edition!)

(Gifs not mine!)

(Request here! Feels nice writing for Vinny again, especially with such a cute request as this, @kinopio-reads thank you for requesting!!!)

- In a possible wedding scenario with Vinny the chance of it being a big affair to include both family and friends is very high unless you’re against it of course.

- Vinny is more than content with whatever you guys agree on if the product ends with you as a married couple.

- But if you’re into the idea of it being a big celebration I think his family, especially his mother, takes great delight in helping you guys plan and set it up.

- I mean, her eldest child is FINALLY marrying someone and that someone has a deep bond with her, how could she not help?

- Her and the family's decades of experience definitely help you guys with the stress of the wedding.

- A godsend all throughout these people are, and when the day finally arrives and everything goes according to plan.

- The decorations are exquisite and full of flowers signifying eternal love, companionship, and gratitude all thanks to the booming flower shop business Vinny was able to kickstart with the newly found riches he accumulated.

- Speaking of his riches, surprisingly he doesn’t skimp on any expense, I mean, he wants it to be a highly memorable event signifying your love and commitment to each other. And let’s be honest, he loves living the high life after being a jail rat.

- Has a ‘why not?’ Kind of mindset about it, but will dial it down if you feel uncomfortable with it. It’s your wedding as well and he wants it to be to your liking.

- In a nutshell, the whole event down to receptions is filled with heartfelt words from family and friends alike, people connecting and bonding happily over your union, with a certain Dr. Joshua Strongbear Sweet making Mole doesn’t itch his urge to cover himself with dirt or stuff his face with the wedding cake before you guys cut it.

- You know, normal wedding things.

- The married life afterward is much of the same with the exception of living together and dealing with each other's shit like any other married couple, the good and bad smushed in between.

- Domestic life with Vinny is odd, but fitting. A life as filled with risk, uncertainty, and adventure as his has given him enough thrills for him, with the idea of being there with you during the quiet moments in the early hours of the morning as you both hold hands and share a cup of coffee being enough for him.

- But that doesn’t exactly stifle his passion for his pyrotechnics and explosives, with the event of you cleaning his face free of soot after something he was tinkering on deciding to go haywire being too numerous to count.

- Life with him is cushy with just how ridiculously rich he suddenly got, gifts from him being more expensive than they used to be before but still having that effort he put in them.

- Reciprocation of his romantic gestures is met with a grin and a kiss on the forehead, murmuring compliments in Italian against your skin.

- He is absolutely whipped for you, always ready to talk things through with you because he can never be mad at you for too long.

- Much like most long standing relationships you both grow to love each other even more, with communication being something you both conquered long before tying the knot came into the equation as you visited him whenever he was behind bars for whatever antics he conjured up.

- He thinks of it as a kind of ride or die relationship, which can be both assuring and worrying but you know he means well as he lovingly pranks you once or twice.

- One thing you can never find yourself regretting is deciding to spend the rest of your days with him, and he has the same sentiments.

(I hope this didn’t disappoint guys, love you guys!!!)

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Santorini. Part 1

Anderii @anderii and I had a great time. Too great to just leave it like that. "Santorini!" We said at the same time, without saying a word. I've never been to Santorini and I've always dreamed of going there. The turquoise sea is my little weakness. We didn't book anything. We'll figure it out on the spot. We just got in the car and drove off. Anderii sat nearby and dozed. I covered her with a cozy fluffy blanket. We arrived at the place late in the morning. The weather was already warm. It was beautiful. I noticed olive trees. I still haven't figured out if they grow there or if they were dug up with their roots in Italy and transported here especially for us. Fresh olives tasted so-so. They tasted much better on pizza. Probably because Anderii brought the pizza… Drink coffee, cheer up and take a selfie. The protocol program is done, we can go back. No, we can't. We ran to the beach. It seems we are not children anymore, but we wanted to collect shells… A little adrenaline wouldn't hurt. A water scooter, splashes of salt water in your face. It's better than just coffee. Who will drive the scooter? Of course, Anderii @anderii. Despite her cheerful and mischievous nature, she drove any vehicle very carefully. I trusted her. And the day is just beginning….

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Stand By Me: Terry Silver x Reader

Tagging: @volumesofforgottenlore @kmc1989 @somethingdarkside17 @noonee333

References to the travel journal in All The Places That You’ve Been

Takes place before Whereever You Go

The first time you hear Terry play piano is in a suite in Prague. You’re watching the snowfall over the city as the flames roar in the fireplace. You’re clad in one of his sweaters and a pair of his socks, your damp hair pulled back into messy bun from the shower you’d taken together.

It’s been a while since he’s played not since he was last in LA, six months ago. He’d intended to be back in the US before December but instead he’s brought you to Prague instead so you can experience Christmas in Europe. You’ve spent a wonderful few days there exploring the Christmas markets, walking through Old Town Square to see the Christmas tree and touring the different nativity scenes that the churches had set up in their alcoves. You’d been enchanted by their beauty, and Terry, he had been enchanted by you. 

You’d spent Christmas morning making love, Terry’s lips chasing all over your body, your fingers in his hair. You’d fallen asleep tangled up in one another, your head tucked under his chin as he held you close. He’d woken several hours later to the scent of freshly brewed coffee brought to him on a tray, along with a neatly wrapped gift.

“It seems so small compared to everything  you’ve given me.” You tell him, an embarrassed flush creeping across your cheeks as he delicately unties the bow. You’ve put a lot of time and effort into making it look pretty for him, so he treats it with the care it deserves.

“It’s perfect my love.” He smiles as his fingertips had trailed over the  A5  leather brown travel journal.

It must have cost you a lot of money, he knows you don’t have much. You were an artist in residence when he met you, your work has sold on the open market but still your careful with your finances. A gift like this is an extravagance that you’d struggle to afford. You have no idea just how much the gesture means to him.  

He spends the afternoon writing in it, scribbling notes and drawing pictures. It becomes a checklist of sorts, a record of the places he wants to take you.

 Kyoto, Bali, Santorini…

The list seems endless.

It’s only afterwards when you’re dozing in his lap, his fingertips combing through your hair as he watches It’s A Wonderful Life that he realises he’s planning a life with you.

He thinks about that now as his fingers seek out the keys on the piano, it takes him a while to find his rhythm but when he does, the music it starts to flow. He closes his eyes and he finds himself playing the notes to Ben E. King’s Stand By Me.

It seems fitting in a way, that he’s playing a love song. For the first time in his life he finally understands the depth of that emotion, the essence of it.

It isn’t until your hip bumps against his that he realises you’re sitting on the piano bench alongside of him. He opens his eyes and tilts his head towards you and you smile that sweet smile as you tell him how beautifully he plays.

“I’m rusty.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over your temple before he turns his attention back to the keys.

Your head comes to rest on his shoulder and Terry smiles to himself because these are the moment’s he lives for, the ones he thought he’d never get to have.

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Beautiful Stranger

02: Need To Know

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

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"I had a little accident, Nora… it's okay" I sighed looking at how my foot was on a cushion on the coffee table. "I have to rest around three days and then I can go work"

"No, no, no! You won't come in a few weeks! You have a sprained ankle, you have to rest" she protested. "But how did it happen?"

"Well… I just fell and twisted it, easy" I shrugged my shoulders. "But I'm fine, really… don't worry!"

"Just rest, okay? I'll go there and help you with everything you need" 

"It's not necessary, Nora. I can walk, you don't have to come"

When the day started I never imagined that something like this could happen: having a stranger in my house cooking my dinner for me because he crashed into me and now I can't move my foot.

On the way back to the apartment complex he was tense all the way, driving carefully and looking around, making sure he won't crash on someone again. We stopped on a pharmacy so I could buy my medicines and even crutches so I could move around without any help.

"Logan, really… it's not necessary" I sighed, looking at him moving around my kitchen after I finished the call with Nora.

"At least let me make  your dinner" he said, looking back at me. "Then you won't see me again"

I frowned, raising an eyebrow and sighing. He was nervous, I can tell. It's like when someone wants to clean a crime scene. He wants to make me forgive him for crashing into me.

"You know that will be impossible, we are neighbors and this town is small" I sighed, crossing my arms in front of my chest and watching him move around. 

He just remained silent, making my curiosity grow even more. He's British for sure, his accent is too obvious. I'm sure he has money, the perfume I smelt when I was behind him on the scooter seemed expensive. He wears a Lacoste shirt and Ray-Ban sunglasses. 

"Why did you come to the town?" I asked him after some minutes of silence studying him. 

"What are you talking about?" he frowned, turning around. 

"It's obvious you have money, right?" I pointed. "Lacoste, and expensive perfume"

He looked at me and I saw his Adam apple move. Is he nervous?. He doesn't want anyone discovering him?

"What, are you a robber or something? From the mafia?" I laughed. 

"W-what? What are you talking about?" he mumbled, making me frown and look at him.

"Why coming to Parga, and not going to…  I don't know" I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. "Mykonos or Santorini…"

"Why don't you mind your own business?" he interrupted me, pissed. 

"Wow, relax" I laughed. "I'm just joking! Come on, I'm bored. I can't move and you are just making my dinner!"

He sighed and rolled his eyes, looking back at the kitchen. He was making something that looked like a salad, with some lettuce, olives, feta cheese and tomato. 

"I came here because I wanted to be on my own" he said. 

"Oh, I see..." I nodded, understanding him. After all, that's part of the reason why I came and stayed here. "Then let me tell you that Parga is the perfect place"

He looked over his shoulder at me and I heard him sigh. There's something about him that intrigued me, something that makes me want to know about him.

"How is your hand?" he asked me, putting the salad he made in front of me.

"It's okay" I sighed, looking at the mix of vegetables he made. "Stings a lot, I want to scratch it…"

"You shouldn't" he frowned, grabbing a glass of water and putting the pills I have to take next to it. "And try to not move a lot, you heard what the doctor said. Not even going to the beach"

“But…” I protested, receiving a frown from him, making me groan. “Okay”

He looked at me and stood straight, crossing his arms in front of his chest and sighed. RIght now I feel like when my mother used to give me that cold look because I was doing something wrong, with that disappointed gaze. 

“You can leave now” I sighed, grabbing the fork and eating the salad he made. “I can do things on my own. You better go careful after this, I wouldn’t like to crash into someone else if I were you”

He smiled weakly and nodded, grabbing his things and looking back at me before he walked out of the apartment, closing the front door behind him.

What way to finish the day, with a sprained ankle and a neighbor that made my dinner after only knowing his name.

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She has something that makes me want to know about her. Maybe it is the way she lives, her house doesn’t have many personal things, just the necessary.

But what makes me feel curious is the tons of books she owns about Greek mythology or about its history, all the shells she has on jars and the room that is dedicated to paint. She didn’t even cry when we had the crash, just argued with me immediately and tried to do everything by herself, not accepting my help.

After I made her dinner and left her there, I went to my rented apartment. How could she know I am rich only by looking at my shirt and smelling my perfume? She said she was joking, but the way she looked at me made me feel anxious. 

She doesn’t know who I am, right? Then why does she look at me that way?

“God, I don’t think I’ll survive in this place” I sighed, my phone in my ear and Carlos at the other side of the line.

“Why? Do you miss me?” he smirked, laughing after that. “What’s wrong with that place?”

“No… the place is nice” I sighed, looking out through the window. “I just… God, I arrived today and I already nearly killed my neighbor”

“What?!” he laughed loud, making me frown and pull away the phone from my ear. “You muppet! No one can leave you alone!”

“Don’t laugh at me! That’s being mean!” I groaned. “I just… I had to lie about my own name because she acted weird, like if she knew who I am”

“So you gave her a fake name? God, can you be more stupid?” he sighed.

“But… What if she discovers who I am! What if she takes a picture of me and posts it on Instagram?” I frown. “People will know where I am and then they’ll come. I don’t want that, mate. I don't want to explain why I'm alone or why I don't have a girlfriend"

"I know, but…" he sighed. "Lying about your name? That's… that's too much, mate"

"Why? I mean, maybe I won't see her again" I sighed. "What's the matter with that?"

"Nothing" he sighed. "If you are okay with it, them it's fine"

I sigh and nod, ending the call and looking at the beach. Lily, my neighbor, wanted to go there and I ruined it. What a great way to start my vacation.

I opened the fridge and grabbed the first thing I found, going to the couch and looking at the wall while eating it. I really want to finish this day and go to bed, forget about what happened and start again.

But then I heard a strong noise, and a groan. And it came from the other side of the wall.

"Lily?" I frown, talking loud. Maybe she could hear me.

I heard her curse and I just got up, walking out of the apartment and going to her door.

When I helped her get inside her apartment after coming from the pharmacy I saw that she always leaves her door unlocked. She might trust the people from here to leave the door like that.

"Lily?" I called her again, standing on the frame of the front door.

"Bathroom" I heard her mumble.

I sigh and walk towards the bathroom, searching for the door of it. And then I saw her on the floor, naked and wrapped in a towel.

"Oh, eh…" I gasp looking around, trying to not look at her body. "What happened?"

"I tried to take a bath but I just fell" she sighed, tightening the towel around her. 

"Do you need help?" I sighed. I could feel how my cheeks were getting red.

"Logan…" she said, and then I heard her sigh defeated. "Please?"

"Okay… ehm…" I mumble looking at the ceiling. "You are naked under the towel, right?"

"Yeah" she sighed. "I mean, I have the bottom of the bikini. I fell trying to take it off…"

"Okay, good" I nodded, looking around and finding the top of the bikini. "Can you put it on so I can help you?"

I heard her groan a little and move, sitting on the floor. I reached the top, making sure I didn't look at her, and handed it to her, waiting until she told me she was ready.

"Alright" I nodded.

I looked at her, sitting on the floor. She had small tears in the corner of her eyes, some of them dry. I sighed and looked at the bath, it doesn't have water on it yet, so I opened the key and let the water run until it was warm, butting some shower gel to make sure it made bubbles.

"Did you hurt your hand with the fall?" I asked, kneeling in front of her. She nodded and I just sighed. "Let me see"

"It's okay, Logan… really" she sighed. "You can go back to your apartment"

"No" I frown. "Right now you need someone to help you, and I'm just a door away"

Why did I say that? 

"Come on, I'm sure you were busy" she protested. "Really, I'm fine. I can get up and then get in the bathtub on my own"

"God, let me help you, Lily" I sighed, tired of how stubborn she's acting. 

She sighed and groaned, giving up. 

"Yeah, I hurt my hand" she mumbled, showing it to me. The bandage that was wrapped around her arm to protect the wound she made after falling to the road had a little blood on it. "I think I opened the wound after falling…"

"It's okay" I nodded. "You have a first aid kit here, right? While you are on the bath relaxing I can change the bandage"

"But you don't have to stay here while I take the bath!" she protested, but the moment I looked at her she sighed. "Okay…"

I sigh and stop the water of the bathtub and look at her, picking her up and placing her on it, making sure that the foot with the bandage was held up at the edge of the bathtub. At the start she protested when I held her, saying that she could stand for herself, but it was clearly a way of telling me to stop helping her.

"Can I ask you something?" I said, changing the bandage and putting the cream the pharmacist gave her. 

"You are already doing it" she mumbled, groaning softly when I touched the wound.

"Hm, funny" I said sarcastically. "Anyway… why didn't you accept my help?"

She looked at me and sighed. I could feel her eyes scanning me, judging me. Maybe she knows that Logan is not my name. That I'm Lando Norris.

"I don't trust you" she said, shrugging her shoulders. "The only things I know about you is that you are my neighbor in this apartment complex, that you probably are British because of your accent, that your skills driving a scooter are horrendous and that you make good salads"

I looked at her and tried to not laugh. She might be the first person that thinks I cook well, or that at least I make something edible.

"I'm not that bad at driving a scooter" I said laughing softly after I finished wrapping the bandage on her hand. "I'm a good driver"

"A good driver? Let me doubt that" she laughed softly too.

I look at her and smile. Her laugh is cute, at least now the mood is not as tense as before. 

I looked at her while she looked away. Her skin is tanned, the kind of tan you get after going all days to the beach. Before she fell to the floor she put her hair on a hair lip that had the shape of a white flower, and the baby hairs of her nape were too short to be with the rest of her hair so now those strands were wet and stuck to her skin. The bikini she's wearing is blue, a color that goes well with her skin and her blue eyes. 

If someone told me she is a model I would have believed them.

"I'm from Bristol" I said, sitting on the floor, looking at her. "So yeah, I'm British. And I'm terrible at cooking"

"Makes sense" she nodded. "So you are terrible at driving a scooter and at cooking. What else?"

"I can't sing" I chuckle. "But I know how a DJ set up works"

"Interesting" she laughed. "So, what are you? Some kind of DJ that needs to be away and have a solo trip?"

Actually… it could work.

"Yeah, kinda" I chuckle nervously. "I'm new in that world and I want to discover my own style"

"Ah.. that's cool" she nodded, making me raise my eyebrow. "I'm serious! It's cool"

"Tell me about you, then" I said, nodding at her. "Where are you from? Because I can tell that you have a good English accent but you speak fluent Greek"

"I'm… British, too" she smiled weakly. "But I came here because I loved this country"

"I can tell, you have lots of books about Greece" I nodded, even more curious than before after I saw her weak smile.

"I studied ancient history and I always wanted to be here to live it in first person" she sighed, resting her head in the back of the bathtub. 

"And then I thought that you were like some of those girls obsessed with that Mamma Mia movie" I chuckled, trying to ease the mood. "You gave me those Donna vibes when I saw you"

"Who knows? Maybe I'll turn into her in a few years" she laughed softly. "I came here searching for a dream and I'm already living it…"

"That's good" I nodded, curious.

She smiled weakly and sighed, relaxing. I should go back to my apartment, but there's something that makes me want to stay and help her. Maybe it's the fact that I feel guilty, that she's like this because of my fault, because I crashed into her and she got injured.

"Why do you leave the front door unlocked?" I asked her, curious.

"Why not? I trust the people" she said, shrugging her shoulders and looking at me. "I don't have anything to hide or anything they can take from me. People are kind and I'm kind with them. I trust them"

"What if someone comes in the middle of the night to hurt you?" I frown, kinda worried.

"Well… now I don't have to worry anymore, right?" she said with a soft smile on her lips. "I have a neighbor with good hearing sense that would come here to help"

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The moment I said that I felt immediately stupid. I saw how he looked at me, trying to not laugh. Laugh at me, because of how ridiculous I was.

"I didn't mean to say that" I excused myself quickly, blushing and looking away.

"It's okay" he laughed. "It makes sense, I surprised myself of how quickly I came to help you"

I look at him and blush, laughing to hide the embarrassment. He was putting everything back in the first kit aid, his fingers moving around the things to place them correctly.

His hands are nice, with long fingers and a big palm. There are some bracelets on his wrists, some of them were orange and the other other yellow. 

"Eh… can you help me get out?" I asked, somehow shy. 

I know that the moment I'll get out of the water, things will happen. Like the bikini top wet and stuck to my breasts, all my body wet and then getting his clothes wet. That's why I didn't want his help, because things would turn back uncomfortable.

"Oh, yeah" he nodded, getting up.

Great, why are you so freaking kind? 

I took a deep breath and looked at him standing on the side of the bathtub. He was looking at me, waiting for me to move, but when I stayed still, he frowned.

"Well? You don't want to get out?" he frowned, confused.

"It will be awkward" I sighed. 

"It doesn't have to be" he said, and it just made me close my eyes, sighing heavier.

"Logan… my nipples are hard" I said, just to make him understand. "And my whole body is wet, if you help me get up I will make your clothes wet"

"O-oh…" he nodded, now understanding. "Okay… then I'll help you on another way"

I sighed, groaning. He really wants to help, no matter what? How can someone be so stubborn?

"Okay, try not to slip" he said.

I turned my head and saw him standing behind me, holding a towel with his hands. I sighed, really defeated, and rolly eyes.

"You win" I said. "Just… don't let me fall"

I heard him chuckle and then his hands were holding my arms, helping me get up without hurting me. He wrapped the towel around me and I just held it tighter once I was standing in the bathtub.

"Ready?" he asked, wrapping his arm on my back and getting ready to pick me up.

I nodded and then he picked me up, making me hold his shoulders and sigh. He sat me on the toilet and I just looked down, embarrassed.

"I promise this is the last time I take a bath with this thing on my foot" I groan.

"Just… don't hurt yourself again, Lily" he sighed. "You gave me a heart attack when I heard you fall"

I looked up at him and blushed. Okay, no, this can't be a crush. No, no. Get that idea out of your head, Lily.

"I'm sorry I disturbed you" I sighed. "It won't happen again"

"Don't worry" he chuckled. "Do you need help to go to bed?"

"I actually didn't want to go to bed" I said, holding the towel tighter and making sure it didn't fall. "But you can leave, really. I can do things on my own"

"You sure?" he frowned.

"Yeah, Logan. Don't worry" I said. "Good night"

He nodded and walked out, leaving me alone in the bathroom. 

This day can't get worse. There's no way it can't get worse.

I sighed, taking off the bikini and putting on clean clothes to finally feel comfortable. The crutches are my big enemy, but if I want to move around I have to wear them, even if I hate it.

I walked, as best as I could, and went to my art room. I needed to do something to take all my emotions of the day out of my mind. I need to take my frustrations out and forget about everything that happened today.

"Well…" I sighed, grabbing my notebook and some pencils after sitting on the chair.

I let the pencil work alone, connected with my brain. I wasn't paying attention, but when I saw what I was drawing I just gasped.

"No way…" I mumble.

The eyes.

His eyes.

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[oyakawa-desk]

Vinny Santorini x F! Reader

The story is about one of the crew members (=reader) having coffee with Vinny in the kitchenette inside Ulysses on sleepless nights.

"Oh, Here it is..."

I heard footsteps approaching from the hallway, then saw someone entering the room.

"Good evening. Eh, I can't sleep, I mean, when I change my pillow... well, that's fine though."

The ceiling light seemed too bright for his eyes, and the man spoke with a frown.

"Just lying in bed is boring, don't you think? I woke up and walked around and noticed a room with the lights on, so I was curious and went in."

He looked around kitchenette, then turned towards me. With just one more person in there, the room felt even more cramped.

"I, I couldn't sleep either, so I thought I'd have a coffee here..."

I could feel the gazes of him looking at me, a little wary and appraising, and my voice trailed off.

"The water is already boiling, so if you don't mind, would you like to have some coffee?"

"Oh, that's good. That's a nice offer."

His expression didn't change in spite of what he said, and he brushed the dust off the wooden boxes stacked near the table before sitting down.

"I didn't know there was a place like this... well, it's a little cramped for relaxing."

Indeed, the tabletop on which he was currently resting his elbows was also strewn with small items.

"How many teaspoons of sugar would you like?"

"Hmm, no sugar, and eh, a bigger cup, please. Is that okay?"

As he answered, he seemed to be pushing the miscellaneous items on the table to the side.

"Here you go. It's just... a little strong."

"Thanks. I'm already wide awake, so it's not bad at all..."

After saying that, he brought the heavy mug to his mouth. I wonder if such a thick mustache gets in the way at times like this.

"Oh, that reminds me, I forgot. Cheers."

He lifted his cup towards me, so I hurriedly replied. It felt strange to toast with coffee in the middle of the night with someone I've barely spoken to.

I put sugar in my coffee, but it was still bitter. I wanted to add milk, but unfortunately I couldn't find any.

"This is the first time we've really talked, right? In the morning, we just exchanged greetings."

He raised one eyebrow and looked at me. I wonder if he's okay with bitter coffee. I hope so.

"Yes, really... I'm nervous because there are so many people I don't know yet."

"I guess so. Actually, this is my second time doing this kind of research. Well, ask me anything, but, uh, only if I know."

At first glance, he seemed difficult to approach, but maybe that's not the case. He talked for a while with his usual expressionless face, then drank the contents of his cup, said a short thank you, and left the room.

After that, there was a slightly tidy desk and two mugs on it. Staying up a little late helped me relax in a good way.

The smell of coffee lingered even while I was clearing away the dishes, so I thought it wasn't so bad that the room was small.

The next night, he came over in the same way.

"I was wondering if you might be here again today."

I had just turned on the kettle, so I turned around to answer.

"I thought so too, so I boiled two cups of water."

"Oh, as expected. Which reminds me, Sweet praised you. He said you're really attentive."

I think I lied a little. It wasn't that I thought he'd come again today, I just prepared more than I needed in case there wasn't enough.

"I'm glad I didn't have to waste a sleepless night." He said, tilting his mug.

What I learned yesterday was that this person is much more talkative than he looks. This would certainly make him want someone to listen to him.

"The others fall asleep so easily... I say they're just sloppy, yon know, they're not very sensitive."

It was interesting to hear him talk about the other crew members. It was refreshing and fun, as I felt like I had become more knowledgeable about things on the ship. I wonder if I was responding well, and I hope I made it easier for him to talk.

"Oh, it's empty, what the... Well, I guess I'll go to sleep then..."

He stood up, looking very fed up, and disappeared down the hallway with his back curled up. Apparently he made it a rule to go back to his room only after finishing his entire cup of coffee.

It was a relief that he was the one to end the time. Otherwise, I would have just been lingering in this comfortable room for a long time.

"What do you think Sweet told me this morning? He said, 'Hey, staying up late is bad for you.'"

Today, he sipped his coffee with a frown on his face.

"It's like I'm a student and he's my teacher or something. It's annoying, seriously…"

"Oh, so Dr.Sweet knows about this room?"

I replied, holding the mug to my lips.

In fact, the cup has been nearly empty for some time now, and it seems that so has his.

"Well, we share the same bedroom, so I'm sure he'd notice if I went out in the middle of the night. I never say anything directly, though."

He put the cup on the table and continued talking.

"But I mean, imagine that big guy coming into a place like this, like a secret base..."

As he said this, he used both hands to exaggerate the size of that guy, which made me laugh.

At the same time, it occurred to me that I wasn't the only one who hadn't told anyone else about the time we were spending in this room.

"Secret base" is just an analogy. It's obvious. I somehow managed to get through the pounding of my heart and the night went on.

"So, that's what he said, so I... Vinny, why are you laughing?"

"No, no, I'm not laughing, it's just… , you know, please don't make that face."

As we sat knee to knee talking at a narrow table, it felt like we were in a cafe.

When the conversation occasionally stopped, the sounds of the equipment echoing inside the ship reminded me of where we were. And also, the rules for this time, which neither of us had said.

I've only been taking sips from my mug for a while now, and the contents of the mug haven't been reduced at all. His mug, on the other hand, seems to be already empty, and he obviously hasn't noticed, but he continues to chatter.

There's nothing I can do, but I just feel anxious.The lukewarm, bitter coffee just doesn't seem to go off my tongue.

When he saw me finally put the empty cup on the table, he sighed and stood up.

This time is coming to an end again today. Now, I have to get back to my room instead of sitting here.

"Well then... I guess I'll make another cup."

He said this without looking at me, and headed towards the stove. Rather than being surprised by his words, I was flustered and instinctively called out to him.

"No, then I'll..."

"No, uh, sit down. Then, how about this? From now on, it's my turn to make the second cup of coffee."

He said it so casually that I was at a loss for words.

I had thought it would be nice if this moment could continue for a little longer. But I never thought it would actually happen.

His casual remark made my heart race, and if this feeling was just a misunderstanding on my part, I wanted to stop it.

"Ah... yes, of course. Well, if... if you don't mind."

I answered hesitantly because I never thought something like that would actually happen. Does he really feel the same way I do? No way.

"And besides, waiting for someone else to make the coffee can be quite a happy experience, don't you know?"

He turned around and continued speaking. Whether he knows it or not, he sometimes says things like this that make my heart flutter and it really makes me feel confused.

"Am I supposed to pour it as thinly as possible? I was taught that once, but I seem to have forgotten."

It seemed he had decided to keep talking while pouring the hot water. At this rate, it would take a long time before we could drink the coffee. But he was right, and I found the time I spent waiting quite comfortable. I sat in my chair and leaned my back against the wall, listening to him speak in his usual tone.

"I wish there was milk in here, you know, sometimes I'm not in the mood for black coffee. I'll ask Cookie about it next time… "