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emmyrosee · 1 month

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If it’s okay, I really have to share this brainrot w you :((((

You’re all snuggled up with Osamu in bed while he’s in deep sleep while you’re struggling to sleep. So you just admire your man, nose your way up to his jaw while inhaling his scent and place soft kisses wherever you could reach. He mumbles for you to sleep as he tightens his hold around you then kisses your forehead????? And you let out a little “ily” with a giggle and placing one last peck before closing your eyes.

But but when Osamu wakes up in the morning sees you fast asleep, he also does the same thing you did???? Admiring you and bringing you closer (bc you drifted away in the middle of the night and cuddled w your plushies instead) like “nah baby you’re cuddling me >:( “

GAAAAAAAAH I LUB THIS MAN SM WHY ARE MEN WRITTEN BY WOMEN NOT REAL bye gonna cry in the corner :’(

- can i be 😴 anon

you absolutely can pookie <3

YOU TRYNA KILL ME? PUT ME IN THE GRAVE?? KNOCK ME OUT??

and i bet the kiss is just completely full of spit and wet, he just sponges his face to yours as if to emulate a kiss. but its a kiss and you know its a kiss because its osamu, of course hes trying to kiss you while hes out cold. you giggle and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, where his lips then quirk briefly before falling back to relaxed. You let your hands gently caress his cheek, your head nuzzling into his neck, and when his body instinctively twitches away from the feeling, you giggle and roll on your side, squeezing your stuffed bear that he’d won you closer, relishing in the smell of him.

That is, until a few hours later, and you feel your body being dragged across the bed, his own curling behind you and enclosing you in his bulky arms. “‘Samu?” You ask sleepily.

“You left me,” he huffs. “Turned on your side.”

“I’m sorry,” you giggle, flipping over to bury your face in the dip of his sternum.

“Good, you should be,” he murmurs, and your bleary eyes blink open to admire him. His cheek is smushed out against his pillow, lashes resting on his cheeks and lips open to let out warm puffs of breath. You press a kiss to his chin and burrow close and let your heavy eyes close again, this time wrapped in the warmth of your man.

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steven-myself · 3 months

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Dandelion Moon - Wilfred Wong by Baldovino Barani x FACTORY Fanzine

#agathe #slice #factory fanzine #wilfred wong #wilfred huang #baldovino barani #beauty #muscle #satin #vintage #desert #mine #colors #gender #looks #fashion #thatwilfred

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trans-axolotl · 5 months

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just found the funniest image i've ever seen from this company trying to sell me on this fidget toy

[ID: an advertisement for a fidget toy that is a stress ball shaped like a mouse in a piece of cheese. At the top, it says "suitable for everyone: Relieve fatigue and release stress. It has a picture of a child crying labeled "Children are not happy." There is a photo of a woman looking out the window labeled "Lady melancholia". It has a photo of a stressed out man in a button up shirt labeled "Men have high work pressure:. It has a photo of an elderly man looking sad labeled "elderly people with autism". ]

tag yourself i am elderly people with autism

#personal #absurd!!!#like the gender roles #the idea that only elderly people are autistic #they all look so stressed out and in the middle is this little mouse in a slice of cheese

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autiebiographical · 7 months

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I mean, we're both non-binary, so technically we're married to a person of the same gender.

Ignore the fact that I'm agender and my partner is gender fluid!

#autiebiographical #autie-biographical #actually autistic #nonbinary #agender #gender fluid #web comic #comic strip #comic #slice of life

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bullieving-in-amour · 3 months

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Cuddling away the chill (and complaining).

Fandom : Baldur's Gate Rating : Teens and Ups, SFW Pairing : Astarion/Gale/Halsin/Reader Dynamic : Non specified dynamic Tags : Gender Neutral Reader, Polyamory, Fluff, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Sleepy Cuddles, Comfort

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You'd spent plenty of time trying to warm by the fire, wrapped in a cocoon of blanket - even thick, comfortable clothes... But it seemed the night chill was winning still, as you groaned from your burrito of warmth that wasn't quite enough.

"Can we cuddle ?"

In an angry waddle, you went to Astarion, sitting and shuffling close with a grumpy noise.

"What is it, darling ?" He asked without looking up from his book.

"'mcold.'"

"Sounds awful. Perish well."

You whined and gave him kicked puppy eyes, the chill helping to make your eyes look extra watery.

"Darling ! You know this does nothing to me. Frankly, I'm offended you even try." Astarion huffed, giving you an unimpressed look and a little pout.

"But I'm cold ! Astarion, I'm cold !"

"Yes, yes, I gathered. What am I supposed to do about that, mmh ?"

"Can we cuddle ?"

A pause, a quirked eyebrow, and a once-over.

"I'm undead. My skin is not warm." He bluntly said.

"Cuddles have special warm magic, it's fine."

Astarion snorted, unable to help the amused stretch of his lips.

"Mmh, fine, let's say you're speaking the truth. What do I get, for giving you this... magic ?" He drawled.

"...Cuddles ?"

The vampire sighed, rolled his eyes, and opened an arm for you to shuffle near. You did just that, curling up against his chest, nuzzling your face against his shirt. You felt his arm go around you, hold loose, but a hold nonetheless.

Later, long enough for Astarion's body to have warmed up with your own natural body heat, came a miracle in the form of a wizard holding two steaming cups, walking your way. It was the scent of the beverage that'd alerted you, as cozy as you were (chill put aside), not paying attention to your surroundings.

You shifted to sit next to Astarion and out of his arms, letting him receive his own drink as well. Blood freshly gotten, and handled in a way that would get it warm and still tasty. You supposed cooking blood wouldn't be too far off Gale's skills.

Said man sat next to you, his shoulder leaning against yours without thought. You felt another shoulder nudge you, on your other side, and a glance showed you ruby red eyes unsubtly telling you to go to the wizard. Ah. What a good matchmaker.

You definitely deserved this level of non-existing subtlety.

With a soft hum, you changed the way you sat, leaning heavily against Gale's side. He gave a surprised hum, like he never would have expected you to, despite your many shared cuddles and moments together, but a genuinely happy smile appeared. A rather excited one, too, at that, and he didn't wait a second to wrap his arm around your shoulders, bringing you to him. His soft sleeping clothes and his very own softness made his warmth all that more enjoyable. You sighed into your drink, feeling pleased. You sighed again when you felt a pair of cool lips kiss your temple. Astarion smiled, before leaning to Gale to kiss him as well, planting a peck on his eyebrow. He got up and moved to a different spot, where Scratch and Cub were resting, presumably to steal a bit of attention and warmth from them both, while enjoying his drink.

"Do you need another blanket, my love ?" Gale asked, voice soft against your ear, like he was sharing a secret.

"I think I'm okay for now." You hummed after taking a few sips of his gifted miracle.

"Well," he nuzzled behind your ear, cold tip making you scowl, prompting him to kiss the spot instead, "Don't hesitate to let me know."

You nodded, lost in the sauce, nearly at the point of pressing your face to the cup. You leaned into the kisses he continued to press, silently encouraging him to continue doting on you.

Still, far too quickly did the - far too quickly empty - cup lose its warmth, the chill overpowering it. You scowled as you blew air on your now hurting fingers. It wasn't cold enough to be any dangerous unless you were to stay unmoving for hours, but you were sensitive to it and dangit, it sucked.

Burning big hands grabbed yours, gently taking your fingers to be held towards the owner's mouth, as he blew hot air on them with the patience of a saint until you were able to move them without trouble.

Halsin smiled, keeping the extremities safe from the chill within the confine of his cupped hands and the targeting of his warm breath. Gale pressed another kiss on the back of your neck, smiling as he felt you relax again.

"You should move in Gale's tent, my heart." Halsin suggested before pressing a strong kiss on the back of your fingers.

"But I'm comfy here. I like it."

"Your body does not."

"He's right. You've been getting more tense from the cold." Gale murmured, thumb tracing a circle on your shoulder. "And he's one of our healers. His word goes, my love."

Halsin chuckled, low and warm against your skin.

"Is that true ? I recall a certain person present here who would not heed my words and fell sick quicker than I had even anticipated."

"A fluke, nothing else, I assure you- Whoever it is-" Gale sputtered, before hiding away into your neck. Halsin chuckled again, voice full of mirth, leaning in a way that dwarfed the both of you, kissing the crown of Gale's head with a fond noise.

"Still, I cannot help but think everyone would be much better off enjoying the fruits of our wizard's knowledge. A perfectly heated tent for us all to delight in intimate affection sounds more than appealing." The druid spoke, voice becoming lower as he went, want and desire to simply enjoy his loves' presence and warmth more than apparent.

"Naked cuddle ?" Astarion asked from his spot further away, suddenly interested.

"If you wish so." Halsin simply smiled.

"I will... Keep my clothes, but I do not stop you three if you wish to... Disrobe." Gale murmured, before clearing his throat.

You made a little grumpy sniff, before kissing Gale's cheek.

"Fine, let's cuddle in your tent."

Halsin chuckled in amusement, Astarion stretched up with a mumbled 'finally', and Gale lit up, helping you to stand. There was worse out there, you supposed, and maybe you could at least follow for a good time, even if it wasn't for your current stubborn mood.

So that was where you were, not long after, tangled among warm and warming bodies, everyone following their comfort with the level of dressing of their person.

Often, Halsin would find himself to be the one targeted to cuddle around, with his hot, comfortable, and larger frame, which delighted him more than anything, no matter if he were giving or receiving attention.

Tonight however, it seemed you were the landmark for the others to circle, leaving you melting under many little, and big, attentions and touches.

You were very much not cold anymore, and hopefully, that wouldn't change anytime soon.

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lowpolybread · 27 days

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“At least I think I do”

OK KO: Professor Venomous + “How to Be a Heartbreaker” by MARINA

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dogstomp · 3 months

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Dogstomp #3120 - July 17th

Patreon / Discord Server / Itaku / Bluesky

#comic diary #daily comic #comic journal #autobio comics #comics #webcomics #furry #furry art #july 17 2023 #comic 3120 #lgbt #What prompted them was the comic about Carver going through a computer parts store and enthusiastically finding gender changers #slice of life

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avedoodles · 2 months

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cowboys

#fun fact! cowboys are my favourite gender #i should draw them more often #drawing pocos guitar in this specific angle was such a pain tho #idk why i decided to go with the ref pic that i did cuz it was awful trying to get it to look right #it still doesnt rlly look right but like. whatever. i gave up #also when i posted this in a discord server someone said poco looks like a fucking sliced watermelon and now i cant get that out of my head #LIKE... THE COLOURS RLLY ARE JUST WATERMELON COLOURS #brawl stars #brawl stars fanart #brawl stars art #brawl stars poco #brawl stars shelly #brawl stars tara

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jeypawlik · 3 months

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An Intro!

Hey I'm Jey, a nonbinary comic artist! My specialty is autobio and character-focused short stories. I've got two completed webcomics under my belt (Dead City & Gender Slices) and am posting pages every Tuesday at https://topazcomics.com & bonus content at https://patreon.com/jpawlik All my other socials can be found at https://jpawlik.com/about (I'm on most of them).

#Comic #Webcomic #Intro #Dead City #Gender Slices #Oh Joy Sex Toy #Lupin III #Lupin the Third #Pokemon #Darumaka #Alola Darumaka #Fanart #Queer #nonbinary #LGBT #LGBTQA

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ghouljams · 8 months

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ah, i realize ive been liking a lot of your posts at an alarming rate IM VERY SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO IYGRWGFHERU i took a break from tumblr and have just spent the day catching up on everything i missed (my bad:( ) BUT WOW SCRUMPTIOUS AS ALWAYS THANK YIU FOR THE FOOD GODBLESS HOLY FUCK. YOUR KNIGHT N PRINCESS AU GOT ME SOBBING ITS SO WELL WRITTEN I WANT TO SCREAM (1fae1 and viking!soap still has me bouncing your writing is SO insnae oh my god AND THE DEMON DARLINGS? i was having SUCH a blast bingeing) BUT. still standing on the hill of goose being my favourite god im so in love with her WITCH IS A CLOSE SECOND please please just one chance... 🧎 🧎 🧎 (i get disembowelled) im like, so serious about this. your goose x reader fics are my favourite fucking thing in the world. goose (and on occasion witch, ...i think im just very gay) is the only one that can make me squeal and giggle and run laps around my room you dont understand the visceral squealing that was happening. the cod men? yea im hyperfixated but like ehhh🙄 mid. just some guys. some dudes. got me straight faced no expression i read for mindless entertainment. (/hj) LMDEFOIGRJGRTUGTOGFEWFER BUT GOOSE?? IM BARKING IM MEOWING ANYTHING PLEASE JSUT ONE CHANCE IM CRAWLING ON MY KNEES ARRURRYRGHRRRR 👹 👹 👹 👹 (so sorry for being abnormal in your ask box im done now 😔)

Be abnormal in my inbox I'm loving it. I'll write some Goose x reader just for you my love(and for me)

The only thing worse than Halloween in the city is Halloween in the country. There seems to be nothing these people enjoy more than scaring the hell out of the city folk unlucky enough to wander into their "haunted trail" or "corn maze of doom." Popular attractions that boasted what looked like startlingly real entrails, and over excited ranch hands revving chainsaws at anyone that walked too close. It's the best, you would spend every weekend out here if you could. Especially if it means getting a peak at the real attraction.

You've seen more than one person posting on social media about one specific corn maze's "killer". The mask is nothing special, one of those blank white party masks, but the bursts of laughter and physicality of the woman under it? You were a little smitten.

Smitten enough to be leisurely as you wander the maze. You're properly spooked by the glowing eyes in the corn, the growing sense of unease as you come across blood splatters and viscera, even the other scare actors jumping out to make you run for the next turn. Still, none of them are who you're looking for. You're not quite paying attention to the maze, you don't think you're lost, but you're starting to worry you'll get out before you ever meet your favorite scare.

You shouldn't have been.

You turn away from your fifth dead end and come face to face with her. Everything about her is curated to inspire danger, her clothing ripped and splattered with blood, the grimy mask leaving just enough room for her eyes to shine through it, down to the butcher's knife clutched in her hand. Deep crimson liquid drips off the startlingly realistic blade and onto her boots. Her posture makes you feel like you're staring down a wild animal, her movements unnatural as she takes a step towards you.

Despite all of that your heart skips a beat for a reason so far from fear you're actually a little worried about your mental state. You're frozen at the sight of her, unsure how to drag out this moment. You want to say something. Fuck what do you say to a scare actor you're more than a little in love with?

"You're supposed to run sugar," She tells you, tipping her head to one side. You giggle nervously at the affection, watching her flip the knife in her hand. She hums, hunching her shoulders to tip her head further, looking at you sideways. "It's no fun if you don't run, you want this to be fun don't you?" You nod, you think she wants you to say yes and you desperately want to do what she wants. "Then go on baby," She presses, straightening to her full height, "run."

She stands to the side as you sprint past her, you feel the wick of metal against your leg. When you look down your pant leg has a fresh cut right at your thigh. That's a real fucking knife. Christ, that's a real knife. Why does that make you so excited?

You glance behind you and she's gone. Your disappointment is short lived, you're forced to stop short by her cleaver cutting through the tall stalks of corn on your left. Her eyes wild with excitement as you start to wonder if this is maybe... not a haunted corn maze. She flips her knife and swings at you. You duck with a sharp yelp and take off running again. You don't bother checking behind you again, you take turns quick and haphazardly. You hear the 'shick' of her knife as she cuts the air behind you and you know she's on your tail.

Your heart pounds in your chest, your breath heaving as you run. Despite the adrenaline you can't help responding to her wild laughter with some of your own. You're having fun. Really terrifying fun, but fun none the less.

You turn into a dead end and stop short, just as you feel fingers grab the back of your neck. Your pursuer tugs you back against her chest, the edge of her knife pressing tantalizingly against your throat.

"Well that was unlucky," She tells you, low and sweet against your ear. The plastic of her mask hardly dampens the feeling of her words. You shiver, careful of her blade as you swallow.

"Fuck you're hot," You blurt out, adrenaline making you significantly less eloquent than you would have liked. You cringe a little. She snorts.

"That right?" Her fingers drift from gripping your neck to your hair, scratching your scalp before grabbing tight at the base. The ache of it is pleasantly sharp, you get the feeling that this isn't part of the scare. "Always fun when y'all come through," She breathes, talking to herself. You press back against her, feel her slot her knee between your legs as you do. You were just trying to put some distance between yourself and the edge of the knife, but this feels like something totally different. "You want me to slice you baby?" She patronizes, barely a whisper against your ear.

"No," You grit, although...

"No," She coos, "You want mean Goose to fuck you, right?"

"I'm not supposed to play with my food," She stands, "so call me once you get your head on. Probably won't be workin' by then."

She nods your head for you, careful of her knife, before pushing you to the ground. You scramble to crawl away from her, turning onto your back when you hear her crouch. She pushes her mask up with a wicked grin, still holding all the intent you'd been running from. This feels more dangerous than her knife. Something about her teeth, the way they're bared for you, sets you on edge. You think it's seeing her face, that makes this feel more real.

You recognize her. Goose. She helped jump your car when it died in town. She'd seemed so nice. She tugs a slip of paper from her back pocket and tosses it towards you.

#x reader #oc x reader #oc: goose #this barbie is going to fucking get u #kink tags #knifeplay #pred/prey dynamics #slasher!Goose #I guess?????#grrrrrrrrr I want her so fucking bad #f!oc #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #ghoul speaks #Goose you can do whatever you want forever #is she really a scare actor or is she gonna kill you idk #I don't CARE fucking slice and dice me goose

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letitrainathousandflames · 2 months

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My hair is growing out so fast. Also, I'm getting tired of the purple, so I'm gonna go for blue next week 💙 (she/they/he)

#im nb and started marking 'other' for my gender lately... can i get a slice of this TDOV celebration cake?#my dorky face

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steven-myself · 2 months

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Dandelion Moon @thatwilfred by Baldovino Barani

#rufskin #cowboy boots #suede #agathe slices #factory fanzine #wilfred wong #wilfred huang #baldovino barani #dandelion moon #two spirit #muscle #vintage #beauty #long hair #gender #daguerreotype #cabinet card

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drowningyoursorrow · 10 months

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WALLFLOWER, PT.2

kyle spencer x gn! reader (pt, 1)

You were a barista that worked at a coffee shop in a more secluded area, with only a selective few of customers. You often remained in the back, but ever since you started serving a group regularly. They called themselves witches, and you somewhat believed them. Typically, being away from the world, leading to unwanted loneliness in your work place. You've caught the eye of a certain dead blonde.

!!!: none W/C: 1.7k

IT has been weeks since your encounter with your customer regulars, and honestly, you didn't think it'd affect you this much. But there were many, many moments where you'd miss their banter echoing throughout the café. Sure, most of it was downright ridiculous and made no sense whatsoever from whatever they spurred to hold their place. It still entertained you nevertheless because they'd include you for your input, rather amused at your confused responses. You'd like to think you grew quite close to them because eventually you were even brought in their playful arguments.

They seemed to eventually like your presence as well, saying time to time that they enjoyed your shitty little café more than others. Which has grown quiet, you've begun to think that the guy that was freaking out in your café from before might've had something to do with it all. You've been thinking about the encounter of the whole thing for the time being, well, more about the ragged blonde. The guy started almost going batshit crazy when he couldn't see your face and didn't really speak well. So yeah, you'd say thinking about him was reasonable and not just you being randomly infatuated with him.

You eventually snapped away from your thoughts as you heard a ding from the entryway, shooting your head up. For a quick, fleeting second, you had hoped it would be the girls, maybe even with Kyle once more. It was just another customer, so you quickly got their order. Strange enough they decided they wanted to chat, more like flirting, but you'd pretend to be coy because honestly. You're just trying to do your job, and people like this make you want to chuck off your very own name tag and quit.

But this job was what was getting you food and your shitty apartment's rent, so you can only dream of making a scene to nobody when you quit. You zoned out for a quick minute and surprise, surprise, the jerk is still trying to woo you. Apparently, holding the bitchiest face that you could ever muster and not even staring at the guy is not a hint of disinterest. You wish the café wasn't so empty because he'd have a good reason to go away, but since he's not holding up nay customers. He can do as he pleases, and you're sure that your boss would give you hell if you yelled at a customer that the place barely receives.

As you were slowly going insane, the bell rang once more and there arrived your favorite group and the distinctive boy. They seemed to notice the guy's intentions and how uncomfortable you were, and quickly shoved past him as they ordered their usual. Then like before they made him order as they sauntered off to their seats, even Zoe went off with them. Giving Kyle a reassuring look, maybe to ease his nerves that were very evident on his features when he stood in front of you. You decided that it'd be easier for him if you just offered what he ordered from before, not acknowledging why you remembered.

“So, Caramel Macchiato, like before? If I am correct.” You held the sweetest smile which was strangely genuine in hopes he wouldn't cave into his nerves. He looked surprised that you'd remember what he got, which he struggled to tell you in the beginning. Kyle then fidgeted as he beamed at you now, his face contorting into deep thought. “No, No, I uh- don't want that. It was pretty gross.”

You lifted your brows, somewhat surprised that he spoke more naturally than he did before. Although he was still sort of sluggish with his words, you were impressed by the quick development. Is that why they were all gone? Helping him get better with his speech? The thought made you smile, “I like the speech improvement, impressive to say the least.”

Joking with him, but he seemed flattered nevertheless and just gave you a shy smile as his hands began to tap on the counter. “No caramel macchiato, then?” “Uh yeah- What would... What would you recommend?” He peered up at you, somewhat eagerly waiting for your response, a shy smile laced on his lips. You felt your face heat up lightly at his cheeky appearance, hoping to god that he wouldn't pick up on it.

“Oh, uh- well I don't really drink caffeinated beverages but just the espresso, it does it for me.” You cringed at your awkwardness, but still held a small smile to ease the conversation. Kyle looked deep in thought as he fidgeted before you, “can I get an...- Espresso, then?” His voice was light, and he spoke in a breathy tone, you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke to you. “Yeah, of course!”

Maybe you spoke to eager? Nobody is that cheerful to make just anybody an espresso. Before you bored more insecurities at yourself, you quickly headed toward the back. Missing the eyes that pleadingly followed after you when you headed out of view, away from him. You leaned on a wall in the back, cheesing out because a cute guy was happy to see you, or well you hope.

Your coworker studied you, sighing, “you're ridiculous.” They knew of your sudden infatuation with the hesitant boy and thought it was just hilarious. And honestly you did too, you don't even know why you're so interested with him. Perhaps it's because of how he talks like he's never dated anybody in his life before, an awkward teenager. You smiled at the thought of his cheekiness from earlier and pondered as his order was being made.

You quickly grabbed it, heading out to see if he hopefully likes this one rather than the other one from before. Like he was from earlier, he waited patiently for you to come back. He looked lost in thought, before he heard your footsteps approach him, perking up. A grin reappeared on his face as he stood straighter before you, focusing on your face. It was like he was trying to remember every feature of you, scanning you.

His eyes made you feel nervous, so you awkwardly handed him his drink with a smile, avoiding his gaze. He accepted it, his fingers encasing around yours in a quick, fleeting moment. “Thank – you.” “Hope you enjoy!” You turned around, feeling the nervousness bubble within you, yet you felt so happy.

You held your face, sighing, turning back around. Jumping slightly because Kyle still stood in front of you, studying you as he drank his espresso. A smile still being held, but a worried look took place in his eyes. You didn't expect for him to still be there, since usually the customers head back to their seats. The girls were still in the back of the café, chatting away, seeming to forget about Kyle.

“Are, you- okay? I'm sorry if I uh, scared you.” He held a look of shame, looking at his shoes now, lowering the drink in his hand. “What? No, it wasn't that, you didn't scare me, Kyle. I was just surprised!” You quickly tried to reassure him, feeling bad since he looked like a kicked puppy. Your answer didn't seem to make him feel any better, but he did look back into your eyes, embarrassed.

What you were going to say now is rather a quick thought and bold, but maybe shoot your shot now before it's too late? Get hurt now rather than getting hurt later. Besides, maybe this can cheer him up, “how about I make it up to you, yeah? I can buy you, uh, coffee later when I'm off work. Unless you don't want to-” “I want to.”

He interrupted you, now beaming at you as he wore a huge smile, his embarrassment from before long gone, “yes we can, w-we..- We should!” You were baffled at his response, kind of suspecting that he would only look at you with confusion and brush it off. But you smiled back eagerly, the same as him, in sort of disbelief with your sudden confidence. “Well uh, yeah great. If you want, we can do it tomorrow, or if you even can wait for me?” Your hands felt clammy, and you felt your throat swell up as you tried to sort things out.

Hell, you were ecstatic, but your nerves were killing you. “I... I can wait for y-youuuu after work. Yes. I will be right here.” Kyle looked at you attentively, still smiling ear to ear as he struggled to get the words out. Too happy at the moment to even properly remember his speech practice that he's been working on. For you.

He begged Zoe to teach him more proper English, so he could talk and interact with you, without seeming crazy. He's been huddled up all day, working and working on how'd he'd casually talk to you like those couples in the movies. Although he couldn't see you during those days, he remembered that he could be more open with you later on. For some reason, when he saw you, he felt as if he should protect you and be alongside you. In the short moment that you two spent together, he felt safe and comfortable because you didn't look at him weirdly.

You spoke to him softly and didn't even flinch during his tantrums, he only saw curiosity and understanding within you. You have enraptured him. Not only that, but you both were drawn to one another, not even knowing really why. Maybe it was foolish to ask him on a date first thing, but the way he looks at you as you smile at one another. Makes you think, perhaps it's good that you both were being hopeless for each other.

Before you guys could say any more he was being pulled away once more from you, the girls needing somewhere to be. You couldn't really hear them, all you could see and hear was Kyle as he looked back at you. His cheeky smile still there, this time he didn't try pulling away from them. Because now he knew that you'd still be there, waiting for him, and you two would be together. You've doubted the idea of soulmates at first, but now, maybe you were the one that was wrong.

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- I literally only watched AHS Coven for him - Frankenkyle is personally my preferred Kyle - I was listening to cheesy 80's music writing this - Proofread

Hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests or questions please dm!

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