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strawberrynida · 5 months
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Strawberry Shortcake Collection
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Hello, I've spent months working on this collection and waiting for beads to come in, and I'm so glad to be presenting this to you! Everything is handmade by me and is an original one-of-one; meaning there is only one in this style and will not be recreated from sale as I have very limited supplies.
The pictures of the necklaces were taken and edited by me, though the one of me wearing the necklaces and earrings was taken by Hira, my very lovely sister. Thank you, Hira! <3
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Strawberry Shortcake Collection Necklaces
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arcadequeerz · 4 months
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hi everyone how we doing.
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ruins-in-vanity · 1 year
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My Prince,
 
I did not believe the Page when he handed me a letter bearing your seal. The parchment sat heavy in my breast pocket for days before I could steel my nerve to break the wax. My supposed courage and bravery fled in anticipation of what your letter would contain. I expected dismal, dismay, or disgust, but to read your words returning my cautious feelings were more than I could ever have hoped for.
I have reread your elegant words so many times, and I am aghast as to how I missed your straying gaze when you are always the focus of attention.
You say you are not strong but I see the strength in your compassion, your kindness and your sacrifice. You do not hear how the people speak of you. You are their brave Prince, setting a shining example to the kingdom of the future that is inevitable under your care.
It shames me to compare how they see your grace and beauty with the feelings I hold inside. I watch the flicker of torchlight reflect the passion in your eyes when you speak for your friends and I almost lose myself. I find myself straying from my tasks to track the curve of your jaw and neck, longing to replace the shadow with my touch.
Returning from duty and laying eyes on you safe and well relieves every sore and ache in my body, though I admit to it frequently being replaced by another …
If I were able I would place myself always at your side, guarding you in the quiet of the night, protecting your Grace eternally, though I know the closeness would make me too vulnerable to a lapse in concentration.
That being said I am here at your beck and call, for whatever you should need. And anything you ask of me I am happy to provide.
As always,
Your knight.
Dearest knight,
To reach out across ages, across fields, towns, courtyards and councils, only to offer your gentle words to me, how could I ever reject your boldness? And bold it is, brave and welcomed. I'm afraid you've crossed my mind more than I ought to admit, I find my pen urged to parchment when you cross my mind and I've had to request more than once for more ink. I know not what I should say when I've returned to find you're battalion still away.
I'm afraid, my knight, you see more of me than most choose to. My heart isnt so easily hidden and yet I learn of your attention and it swells higher than the castle's spires. You are beautiful for the work you do, without you I would be nothing but a place for a crown to rest, it is you who does good for the people. You and your hands so steady and sure.
But when I listen to what they have to say, my heart wavers. I...am afraid of many things I could never admit to, but I find my strength in those I care for, in the hopes of brighter days, even if the wait is excruciating.
You honor me so deeply, my knight. So few would bless me with knowing their thoughts, I'm happy you'd admit your discretions as you may not be the only one to dream of the moments when you lead me up the steps or into a carriage. How you fingers linger just beneath my own and the way the leather of your gloves grasps my fragile skin, almost unwittingly willing me to remain in your grasp for a second longer. I wonder if I may ever be the one to sooth your scrapes and bruises, if I may be so lucky to be the one to care for you instead.
Should our roles ever reverse even for a moment, know that the firelight that graces your unarmored form would be holy to me.
By the time night falls and I am tucked away in my chambers, I consider your presence, whether away or just beyond my door, and a single moment of feeling your hand rest ever so briefly upon me. Upon my hair, agaisnt my cheek, even a slight touch to my ankle, I'd rest knowing I am safe. Perhaps even cherished.
I long to see you train again in the gardens, dear knight, to admire in you what I do not possess myself and so much more that is so wholly you. The way your hair clings to your forehead and your grip never wavers. Please, never lose your drive as you have become my hope as well.
Yours always,
your prince
#thank you again dear knight this makes me so happy (sorry for taking some extra time Rosy had another mishap)#ask#knight and prince#original writing#kay-sir-knight#princecore#knightcore#i cant wait for the day i get to use my pretty inks to write to someone for real#i still hope for my true knight#its fall and my heart is so lonely this time of year and i want my Beautiful someone to be with me so badly#fall dates and apple cider#maybe not apple picking since i cant carry the basket and literally wished i had a husband when i couldn't get my grommets to fit into my#corset properly because i APPARENTLY cant swing the mallet hard enough#but if he could carry it for me id make so many pies and tarts and crumbles#my person is gonna be so chubby because of me.....i cant wait#stocky boys 🥰💚🥴💚#anyway what was i rambling about#i cant wait to find my someone#it was supposed to happen by now and i just ..am struggling#but these letters help so much to keep me hoping#for now i binge horror and pray that he'll come along soon#beautiful and brilliant and smelling like the woods and sea salt with gorgeous sea glass eyes#some day#even if my cards keep telling me to reevaluate... i know what i need and i need peace and security and to know ill be fought for#until then i have this darling knight to keep me hopeful and content#and maybe some ice cream to numb myself back to reality#is it pathetic to want so badly for my mr darcy?#i dont know anymore. i just know i cant settle or i would have by now#but god i wish i didnt have a type#that would make it so much easier 🫤
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candysims4 · 6 months
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SWEET TOOTH SET
Oh my gosh, I am so excited about this new set and finally releasing it! I seriously can't get enough of these pieces - they're just so cute! Every little detail is lovely, from the bow in the hair to the hearts on the nails.
AS IT’S TOO MUCH TEXT, I’LL LEAVE THE DESCRIPTION OF EACH ITEM PLUS THE CREATOR’S NOTES BELOW THE CUT.
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ALL ITEMS ARE:
TEEN TO ELDER
BASE GAME COMPATIBLE
MADE FOR FEMALE FRAME
DISALLOWED FOR RANDOM
360º GIF & THUMBNAILS (HOSTED IN IMGUR)
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MY SITE (NO AD.FLY): BONBON HAIR | APPLE PIE NAILS (TWO VERSIONS) | BISCUITS EARRINGS | CHERRY TART DRESS (TWO VERSIONS) Free release on 17th October 2023
PATREON EARLY ACCESS + MERGED OPTIONS
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DESCRIPTION OF EACH ITEM:
BONBON HAIR
HAT GAME INCOMPATIBLE
6.476 POLYGONS
119 SWATCH COLORS - 24 plain colors from EA Color Palette - 95 plain colors from my Candy Color Palette
YOU WILL FIND IN LONG HAIR OR/AND STRAIGHT OR/AND UPDO
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APPLE PIE NAILS (TWO VERSIONS) Same colors description for both versions.
1.320 POLYGONS
113 SWATCH COLORS - 55 plain colors - 58 color combinations
YOU WILL FIND IN ACCESSORIES/FINGERNAILS
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BISCUITS EARRINGS
360 POLYGONS
10 SWATCH COLORS - All plain colors
YOU WILL FIND IN ACCESSORIES/EARRINGS
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CHERRY TART DRESS (TWO VERSIONS) Same colors description for both versions.
5.446 POLYGONS
55 SWATCH COLORS - All plain colors
YOU WILL FIND IN FULL BODY/SHORT DRESS
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CREATOR’S NOTES:
Let's start with my favorite item of the set, Bonbon Hair. It's the cutest hair I've ever created, and I'm really proud of it. The bow is adorable, and I was finally able to make a great 3D model of it. I'm really happy with how the hair looks - it's exactly what I had in mind. I hope you love it too! One thing to note is that the bow on Bonbon Hair isn't removable and won't work with hats. Usually, I prefer hairstyles that can be worn with hats, but for this one, I needed more space for the bow's texture. I also drew the bow's shadow onto the hair's texture to give it more depth and a better overall look. I also made sure to keep the polycount low - around 6k polygons. I could have made it lower, but it didn't look as good in movement. So, I kept it at a higher polycount to maintain good movement without too much distortion.
I designed the dress to complement the hairstyle, adding a bow at the back for an extra touch of charm and romance. I used a new mesh from the latest kit that I couldn't wait to franken-meshing with it. My goal was to create a vintage silhouette and style, and while I'm not sure if it was successful, I'm very happy with the final result. At the end of the day, it looks cute, and that's all that really matters.
The nails are a kind of old wip that I finally decided to finish. It's one of the cutest designs I've ever come across, and I was determined to recreate it in The Sims. I love a stiletto design, and for me, one of the best nail art is this one; it matches the nail's format and is so cute. The nail includes two color options but only one spec option. However, I plan to create additional versions in the future, including a glossy and matte finish, possibly as part of a mini set that I'm working on that will have this and other versions of some of my recent clothing designs.
Next up, we have the Biscuits Earrings. These were originally a work in progress meant for a different set, but while I was styling the Sims, I realized how well they matched with the current Sweet Tooth Set. So, I quickly finished them up and included them as part of the set.
By now, it's all. Unfortunately, I've been working very slowly lately; thanks to this heat wave, I feel most of the day like I'm melting. It's scorching in here, guys. I don't understand how a person can say global warming is a lie; really, how?!
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ki-yomii · 2 days
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baby, don't go | myg
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➥pairing | ex!min yoongi x f!reader, mentioned f!reader x omc ➥word count | 4.8k ➥warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, squirting, hand job, finger fucking, porn w/ plot, angst w/ a happy ending, alcohol, exes to lovers, implied cheating (omc is a fuckboy), implied getting back together (reader & yoongi still low key love each other), idol!yoongi ➥summary | "hii can I request for an exes to lovers trope with yoongi 😭💖 lovee your ficss" you find out your boyfriend is cheating on you. thankfully your ex Yoongi is more than happy to distract you. ➥notes | hope you enjoy this anon 😘💚 omc & ofc are named after characters from one of my favourite k-dramas (personal taste iykyk)
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Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.
Standing beside you, your friend Kae-In takes a swig of whatever's in her cup - a sickly sweet concoction of fruity soju and Chilsung, most likely - and coolly surveys the backyard.
Small groups of people dot the manicured lawn, others lounging by the fire as they catch up with one another. It's been far too long since everyone's schedules aligned like this.
Years in fact, and there are several who came in from out of town.
Ordinarily you'd be over the moon, but as it were you can barely drum up enough false excitement for your best friend. Let alone others you haven't seen in forever.
Cocking her hip, Kae-In puckers her mouth. "The alcohol isn't even that good." She sighs, pretty face scrunching in disappointment. "Some party this is turning out to be."
Your hard cider, still more than half-full, hides an awkward, ill-fitting smile.
Having nursed your own drink for the last hour, whatever might've been enjoyable about it is long gone. Any refreshing coolness and bright, punchy taste replaced by amber liquid far past room temperature in your clammy palm.
In fact, the fizzy warmth and tart aftertaste of moldering apples turns your stomach with every half-hearted sip.
"At least there's cute guys here - some of them have really grown up."
Her breath ruffles the fringe of her bangs when she huffs, casting an eye to the glass bottle strangled in your grip.
"Are you sure you don't want something a little stronger?"
You shrug. "Yeah, I'm fine - gotta be the DD just in case, y'know?"
"Girl, you're ALWAYS the DD. C'mon, you gotta live a little sometimes."
The nonchalant scolding stings, even if it's meant almost entirely in jest but it's not Kae-In's fault. She doesn't know. No one does. You couldn't muster up the courage to tell her the truth.
Not yet.
It's still too fresh. The wound too raw to go poking around with clumsy fingers.
"Don't be like that," you say with a faltering smile. "I'm having fun."
LIAR.
In actuality, you're a few frayed threads away from snapping. Stuck clinging to the edge of sanity by the fingernails as you battle back tides of crippling grief and blinding rage.
Have been since the first few messages came rolling in; questions with videos attached. There's a part of you grateful they reached out, while another altogether wishes you hadn't seen.
At least not until morning.
Would one more night spent in ignorant bliss have been too much to ask for?
Now you're riding a corkscrew of emotion, one that roils and chafes as ceaseless images parade past your eyelids with every blink. Each one as crisp and clear as the first time you pressed play.
The swirling lights, the heady thrum of bodies. A darkened corner. Your boyfriend of three years who said he couldn't make it. His hand sneaking beneath the hem of a cheap, glittery skirt. The dip of his head as he tucks into the curve of a neck, mouth open and smiling against bare skin.
You shudder, stomach rebelling. When you swallow, it's like trying to down buckets of sand.
Kae-In, none the wiser, flicks her hair over her shoulder. "Well, that makes one of us. I guess." Shrugging, she turns to you and asks with a furrowed brow, "Are you sure you're okay? You seem... a little off."
Panic grabs you by the throat.
This was supposed to be a night full of fun and laughter. You're not supposed to be suffocating in a crowded backyard. On the brink of tears and trying to act like your life hasn't imploded.
Alone - by your own doing, which is even worse - to deal with the crushing weight of an inevitable breakup. The painful extrication of two lives entwined.
How a relationship three years in the making can be shattered in a minute and forty-five seconds is mind boggling. You had it all, and now...
You thought you were going to marry him.
The whiplash of it all almost makes you laugh but only so you don't break down in great, heaving sobs. A heartbreak you're not sure you'll ever recover from. Not for the loss of him but rather the decimation of your trust.
"I'm okay, promise! No need to worry."
The lie weighs heavy on your tongue. Tastes of ash as the words you really want to say hover in the back of your throat, a breath away. Only they can't make it past your lips, stuck to your teeth like hard candy.
"It's just been one of those days."
Your shoulders shoot towards your ears when she hums in response. Fingernails picking at the corner of the sweating cider label so you don't have to meet Kae-In's piercing gaze. You know she can see right through you, and you hate it.
What started as a fun night of planned mayhem turned into desperate distractions though this party has done very little in terms of brightening your mood.
Instead, watching everyone you know have a good time while you stand on the side lines, a stranger in a sea of people, feels more akin to rubbing salt in an open wound.
Miserable but acting like you’re not; waves of bitter loneliness threatening to pull you under because you don’t want to ruin the night.
“Is this because Chang-ryul couldn’t make it?” Kae-In pats your back sympathetically. “What bullshit excuse did he give you this time? I swear, he always does this. Just wait. I’m gonna hit him next time I see him.”
Oh, you don’t even know, you think. You’ll definitely want to do more than hit him.
Your heart throbs at the sound of his name, and isn’t that funny? Such a simple thing - nothing but syllables and letters strung together - and yet it has the power to unmake you completely.
Your tongue swells as you struggle to swallow. Words burn like bile as you force out a laugh; brittle, scraped up from the depths of your chest
“I’d pay to see that,” you croak. Your knuckles ache from how tightly you’re gripping the bottle. “But - no. C-Chang-ryul has nothing to do with it.”
You hate that you stutter over his name.
And perhaps that’s why you don’t want to tell Kae-In just yet.
She’s always hated him.
Always said he was no good. Just another fuckboy looking for beds to warm and hearts to break. And she’s right.
God, why does she have to be right?
You know she’d never hold it over you, but the thought of admitting it - out loud - makes you want to vomit all over your shoes. You need time to stitch your edges back together. Too raw and ragged.
You only just found out.
Your pride can’t handle any more hits right now.
She thumbs her nose with an inelegant snort. “Whatever you say. I could take him in a fight. That boy ain’t shit.”
Your laugh startles you - the first genuine one of the evening - and you shake your head fondly. A soft smile tugs at your lips.
“Oh, no doubt. But really, I’ve just been in a weird mood.”
The twist of her lips shows she doesn’t believe a word you’re saying, but she’s kind enough not to press. Instead, she spends the next while distracting you with tales of her various escapades of the week.
And it helps for a time, truly.
But then you feel a buzz against your thigh, a ding echoing up from your pocket. Your stomach turns to lead, drops to your feet. Without looking at the screen, you pull the cell out of your pocket with shaky hands and quickly flick the ringer off.
Meanwhile, Kae-In watches silently with sharp eyes, and an even sharper frown though she declines to comment on your behavior.
“Anyway,” she continues once she has your attention, “as I was saying, did you see little Ji-Seok? Dude shot up like a tree! Last time I saw him he was as big as a bean sprout.”
You hum, worlds away.
“You could at least act like you’re paying attention,” she sucks her teeth before a smirk starts to slowly tug at her lips, “How about we talk about something - or someone - I know you’ll be interested in?”
Guilt sparks but slowly gives way to dread. You know that expression. Have gotten into trouble more times than you can count because of it.
Heart tattooing a rhythm against your rib cage, you sputter, “Oh no. No! Do not look at me like that.”
“C’mo-on!” she wheedles. “You’re absolutely right. We should be talking about,” she points at someone across the yard with her cup, “Yoongi instead.”
Currently leaning back against a stone wall making up part of the fence, Yoongi nurses a beer. Sticking out like a sore thumb now that he’s making it big as an idol, no longer as mundane as the rest of them.
Hushed whispers follow his every move, his bleached hair and flashy outfit commanding all sorts of covert attention.
The sharp cut of his shirt flatters his lean frame, the black leather jacket over top emphasizing the width of his shoulders. Dark jeans cling to his legs, as tight as a second skin, and causing your attention to stray where it shouldn’t.
And his eyes - oh, how you ever forgot is beyond you.
Dark, hooded, deep, and hungry; intense as they drag over the planes of your face like the caress of his fingers.
Shit.
You shove Kae-In’s hand down with a loud smack before she makes an even bigger fool out of you in front of another ex.
“What the hell are you doing?” You hiss. “That’s so rude!”
Not to mention embarrassing as fuck.
“Y’know,” she pauses to wiggle her brows and shoot you an impish grin, “I bet Yoongi would be more than happy to remind you of how rude he can be.”
You smother a groan in your hands, heartache temporarily forgotten. “I can’t believe you. Seriously. We’re no longer friends.”
“Bitch, you love me. And anyway, you know what I can’t believe?” She asks. “You!”
She gestures towards him again amid your flailing attempts to stop her. “Look at him. Like goddamn, you had it good.”
You take a sip of cider to give your hands something to do, nearly blanching at the warm liquid. Refusing to respond or look up as the topic of conversation watches like a hawk, gaze heavy.
How can he still make you weak-kneed after all this time?
He wasn’t even touching you and you still feel his presence down to your toes, setting your teeth on edge.
You hear your own heartbeat, your breathing shaky, sparks of awareness dancing along your spine. Heat creeps into the apples of your cheeks.
“Knock it off, I’m serious.”
“No, when are you going to get that Chang-ryul isn’t good for you?”
You swallow roughly, all the moisture leaving your mouth.
“Yoongi was the best boyfriend you ever had and treated you the way you deserve. And you know he’s never been interested in anyone but you. Hell, he’s barely looked away from you since he got here and the break-up was years ago.”
You shift, perspiration breaking out on your brow. “Can we please stop talking about this?”
“When will you give it up?” She blows a raspberry, shaking her head. “I know you regret how it went down between you guys. Now that he’s here - when you finally have a chance to make it right you just - just - ugh!”
Shooting her a weak half-smile and a shrug, you turn your attention to the small glowing fire pit.
Other’s are gathered around it, relishing in the glow of warmth that wars against the balmy summer breeze cutting through the air. Focusing on the dance and flicker of the flames is a needed moment of peace in entropy.
Though you know it isn’t going to last - not with a motormouth for a friend.
“So-o, what are you waiting for?”
“Sorry?”
She nods towards Yoongi subtly.
He’s finally busy with his own conversation, his gummy smile a quick flash of brightness. “When are you going to stick it to Chang-ryul and hop on that dick?”
“Oh my god!”
Kae-In shrugs. “What.”
“Don’t 'what' me. Seriously?”
A bony elbow digs between your ribs. You wheeze.
“C’mon,” she says, “You already know it’s good with him, and you deserve someone who’s there for you 110%. Someone who will treat you right. You know I worry about you.”
A wave of emotions threatens to completely drown you in that moment, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Her tender concern - her care - feels altogether too much and not enough.
As overwhelming as a tsunami; your heart a raw, exposed nerve.
All you’ve ever wanted was to be loved.
To feel like someone’s first and only choice.
You used to think Chang-ryul was someone who could provide that. What a fool you’ve been. Men like him don’t fall in love, they only pretend to.
They sneak inside your heart and take what they want from your bed. To him, you’re nothing but a fun little stop; a footnote, read and forgotten.
Your heart squeezes, shuddering from a pain your palm can’t soothe away.
It’s a terrible idea.
But maybe…
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to lick your wounds with someone you know cares about you. Has always cared about you, and probably always will.
Clearing your throat, you consider his profile from beneath your lashes.
Yoongi's always made you feel wanted. Looked after you as though you were something rare and precious.
It’s been a long time since you’ve felt that.
Somehow, some way, he senses you looking because he pauses mid-sentence.
Turns to meet you head-on, tracing your face with what can only be called greed. Stopping short when they catch on the lip trapped between your teeth.
Something akin to hunger cuts across his face.
His brows dip low, a palpable heat flooding the inky depths of his eyes. Shadows deepen the lines of his face, the shifting firelight highlighting the flex of a jawline for days, burning halo gold in his hair.
It’s a look you’re intimately familiar with.
Usually preceding a hand-shaking, mind-numbing fuck session where his cock gets as deep as it can, rutting hard and fast, bringing you over the edge again and again until you’re left a wrecked mess. 
Your heart jumps, gallops headlong into a rapid beat.
You feel the rush of blood in your chest, every breath stuttered, stomach lurching. Shaking. Jittery. Tongue tied in a thousand knots and you haven’t even said a word.
It was much easier to pretend you weren’t so magnetically drawn to Yoongi when you weren’t riding the single’s train. When he was away in Seoul chasing after his dreams.
Now that he’s got downtime and your relationship has hit a brick wall? His mere presence sears you to the bone. Drags you in like a black hole.
And that?
So not good.
Swallowing roughly, you tear your attention away. You’d forgotten how intense and blindly bright he can be.
There’s a throb developing in your temple, sharp little darts of pain lancing through your skull. An impending headache if you don’t get some air that doesn’t taste like wood-smoke and cheap alcohol.
“I think I’m gonna head in for a bit. Need to get away.”
You shake your head and toss your bottle into the bin on the way inside, Kae-In shouting her acknowledgement with a thumbs up. Makes you promise to contact her in case of any change in plans.
Nearly everyone’s outside so it should be less crowded, more quiet. Most importantly, away from Yoongi and that penetrating stare which makes you more flustered than you care to admit.
Alas, the kitchen isn’t empty not for long.
You’re lounging against the counter, elbows bent, head rolled back and stinging eyes closed when the back door creaks open. Biting off a groan, you swivel your head to the side.
When you see it’s Yoongi who follows you in, you almost slip and brain yourself on the tile. Mouth dry, palms sweaty, heart beating out of control; scrambling into a more flattering posture while patting down your hair.
He chuckles, his nose scrunched and smile coy.
Seeing him happy always makes you tender, weak.
It seems that hasn’t changed a bit.
No amount of pictures or videos do it justice. Granted, Yoongi looks good any time, any day. But seeing his whole face light up like that in person? Utterly priceless.
It’s a struggle to breathe properly around the lump forming in your throat.
Of course, it has to be him.
Wiping your palms off on your thighs, you greet him with an awkward wave, “Uhhh, hey - hey there, Yoongi.”
Oh my god. Abort mission, I repeat, abort mission.
“Y’know what,” you say, “I was just about to head back outside…”
As you pass by, he catches your arm.
Long fingers curl around your wrist, callouses dragging across your pulse. Your gut clenches, an unexpected bloom of warmth shooting through your core at the sight of his broad palm holding you captive.
His grip is firm but loose enough that you could pull away.
All it serves to do is remind you of nights spent beneath his body, the slide of sweat-slick skin, the taste of him heavy on your tongue, pussy filled to the brim with cock. His rough voice music to your ears, prideful as he gloats about how well you’re taking him.
"Leaving so soon?” He asks silkily.
A hard tug sends you slamming into the wall of his chest.
Air rushes from your lungs, your hands trapped against his collarbones. Firm muscles contract beneath your palms, his body shoving into your touch.
Twisting your fingers in the soft cotton of his shirt, you look at him from beneath your lashes. Your voice whisper soft when you say, “Yoongi…”
His dark eyes, the colour of a rich espresso, track the path of your tongue as you wet your lips. Fingers drag over the soft line of your neck, tracing your fluttering pulse.
Touch feather light as it stops by the corner of your mouth, pressing down on the swell of your lip.
“I haven’t said hello yet.”
Eyes wide, all you do is watch and wait with baited breath. Stunned into silence at his proximity. It’s been so long since you’ve been this close, the smell of his expensive cologne nostalgic.
Your body recognizes his, responding all the same. The connection between you electric, overwhelmingly so.
His head bows, bleached strands brushing your forehead. The tip of his nose rubs yours. You get lost in counting his eyelashes, tracing the bridge of his nose to the carved slope of his cheeks.
Surrounded by him, the urge to resist what’s happening is nearly non-existent. Though you wish it wasn’t so easy to be caught by him.
“One of the guys said something interesting,” he says, his breath ghosting across your face; mint and beer. “It's about you actually.”
He flashes the smile that sends your heart soaring, your stomach flipping.
The slightest peek of a metal chain resting in the crook of his neck, surrounded by a very tempting patch of skin you want to taste, has you a little dumbfounded, absentminded.
“Oh?”
You really hope you don’t sound as frazzled as you feel but the haughty superiority of his slow appraisal of your body, the cocksure smirk on his lips states otherwise.
You really wish you could knock him down a peg but confidence looks amazing on him.
Always has.
“They said you have a boyfriend now. Is that true?”
You manage the slightest shake of your head in the negative - no, not anymore - your heart thundering in your ears.
Your breath catches in anticipation just before Yoongi closes the remaining inches between you with a hum of approval.
His head tilts to the side as he slots your mouths together in a kiss that’s got your toes curling. A filthy wet slide of lips, his the slightest bit chapped, send you under, liquid warmth filling your belly.
You inhale sharply, a moan vibrating against his lips.
Melting into the cage of his arms as his hands clamp down on your hips possessively, tugging you closer. Pressed stem to stern like this there’s no hiding the evidence of his desire.
He’s already half-hard in his jeans, his erection pressing against the zipper.
His eyes are hooded when he pulls away.
“Wanna take this somewhere a little more private, baby?” Yoongi asks, running his nose up the length of your neck and inhaling.
How is this my life, you think, dazed.
His hips grind forward against you so there’s no mistaking what you’re dealing with. “It’ll be just like old times.”
After an awkward fumble and an elbow to the side, you settle on the downstairs bathroom. He follows, quickly pinning you to the door while struggling to toss his leather jacket over the sink.
With a flick of the lock, you’re finally alone without any possible interruption. The door muffles most of the ruckus outside, leaving you hyper aware of every hurried breath, every low-throated murmur.
For a long while it’s nothing but a mess of lips, his body molding to yours. Easy to fall back into the old rhythms of your relationship as though you never left it.
He holds you down.
His fingers in your hair, on your jaw. His tongue gliding over your lip, sucking it into his mouth and letting it slide back out through his teeth.
You meet him kiss for kiss, your hands finding their way into his back pockets, tugging, groping, loving how he bucks up into the cradle of your hips in response.
A sweet ache settles low and deep.
“Yoongi,” you sigh. “Fuck, I forgot how much you like to tease.”
His thumb circles your nipple through your shirt, teasing it into a sensitive, stiff peak that shows through the thin fabric.
The caresses send soft pulses straight to your clit, the intensity getting stronger and stronger the rougher he is.
Before long, you’re aware of how achingly empty you are.
Yoongi nips the corner of your jaw.
“Never forgot how fun teasing you is,” he murmurs into the silk of your skin. “How wet you get for me.”
“Shit, you can’t just say something like that.”
“Can’t I?” His laugh, genuine and vibrant, sounds through his chest and into yours. “You can bitch all you want, but I know you love it.”
A smile, all teeth.
“Isn’t that right, baby?”
You glare at him weakly through half lidded eyes.
Two can play that game.
“Fuck!” Yoongi bites out, those impossibly dark eyes sliding shut when you reach down to palm him through his jeans.
His breath whooshes from him in a loud exhale, his jaw working back and forth. “That’s cheating.”
You smirk, feeling him throb in your hand.
”What were you saying, Yoongs?” Humming, you rub your chest against his, using a fingertip to trace the outline of his shaft. “I didn’t quite catch that.”
Spearing you with a weighted look, Yoongi shoves you back into the door harder than before, the wood creaking under the pressure. Fist resting on the frame next to your head, his body cages you in.
Every shuddered inhale has the planes of his firm chest pressing into yours with the expansion of his lungs. His hips buck up into the softness of your palm with a grunt.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, pretty girl,” he cautions.
Competitiveness is a gift and a curse.
Not one to be outdone, you brush away any lingering reservations - which being honest, there weren’t many left. His relieved groan when you tug out his cock reverberates through you.
Shit, that’s so unfair.
Yoongi already sounds wrecked yet you’ve barely touched him. How the fuck are you going to get through this without completely combusting when he actually cums?
Thinking that maybe focusing on what you’re doing will help, you look down.
Big mistake.
Dark designer jeans circle his thighs, low enough for his cock to spring free.
Flushed, curved towards his belly, the head swollen and sticky with pre-cum. The shaft a decent handful that pulses when your palm skims the side.
Feminine appreciation at the sight has velvet heat pooling between your thighs, pussy clenching at the thought of him inside you.
Sex with him was always stupidly good.
All those veiled lyrics about his skill in the bedroom far too accurate for comfort.
Since you broke up, you haven’t been with anyone that comes close to his ability in getting you off.
He’s ruined you.
His face burrows into the crook of your neck with a low groan. His breath puffs across your skin, shivers racing down your spine.
Low voice full of grit, he says, “Shit, baby, that feels…”
Hot palms anchor themselves to your hips.
“Wait a sec,” he says, body twitching with aborted thrusts, strong fingers kneading. “Wanna do you too.”
Heart jumping, you let go of him long enough to yank your shirt over your head and kick off your pants before returning your hand to his cock.
In the meantime, he rucks his shirt up under his armpits. You can’t help but make a noise in the back of your throat as the length of his torso is exposed.
All that soft, smooth skin stretching over his stomach as he flexes. You have to fight down the urge to run your tongue along the outline of his hip.
Mouth slack, Yoongi pushes up the cups of your bra. Watches laser-focused on the bounce of your tits as they drop free, subtly swaying with every jerk of your wrist.
His hips fuck up into the circle of your hand while one of his own inches down to brush the crease of your thigh. Your hips tilt towards his touch, desperate for friction.
“Oh god.” He moans, calloused fingers dipping between your folds. “You’re so wet for me.”
You wiggle, whining against his lips as you meet in a messy kiss. His touch is light, gentle, barely there as he traces the length of your slit.
You’re trembling, skin too tight, body feverish. “Stop teasing, I want you inside me.”
Those seem to be the magic words because Yoongi gives a rumble of approval, using his thumb to spread slick over your swollen clit in tight circles.
Heat coils in your belly, electricity racing down your spine. Your thighs splay as wide as they can, making room for his hand.
His knuckles brush your skin.
Dipping down to your entrance, Yoongi works on spreading you open with shallow thrusts until you take three fingers comfortably.
Your needy sighs and soft moans bounce off the walls.
His low murmurs right in your ear as the pads stroke your walls, his wrist flexing. He’s hitting all the right spots, still remembering how to get you off years after the fact.
You’re quickly turning weak-kneed and wet eyed.
“Fuck, Yoongs, right there,” you keen, baring down on the digits nudging your g-spot, your grip tightening around his shaft.
You grind your palm over the swollen tip, gathering beads of pre-cum.
He hisses, thrusts off beat.
Fingers nudge up suddenly, pressing deep and holding in retaliation. White lightening crackles behind your eyelids, thighs twitching, mouth dropping open.
“Yeah, just like that, pretty girl.”
Your world narrows down to every filthy slide of his cock in your hand, every gush of slick as he stuffs fingers into you over and over again until you’re a writhing mess against the door.
Your nerve endings are alive with pleasure, the stimulation too much and not enough.
“Please, don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, doubling his efforts, wrist working faster.
Dapples of sweat litter his brow, his eyes staring into yours, glazed over and lusting.
Fuck, he’s handsome like this.
It’s a little embarrassing how bad he’s got you but between the blissed-out expression he’s wearing, the weight of him in your hand, and how full you are, you know this orgasm is going to be quick, messy.
The pace of his hips pick up, his breath hitching in his throat, length twitching and thickening in your grip.
He’s getting close, his touch rougher, more force behind the snapping thrusts of his hips, teeth nipping at the side of your neck.
“Come on, baby,” you say, breathless, twisting your hand on the upstroke. He smothers a grunt in your shoulder. “Give it to me.”
It doesn’t take much more to bring him to the edge.
A particular spread of his fingers has you jolting, a sudden, intense spike of pleasure shooting right to your clit.
In turn, you unintentionally massage his cock, knuckles bumping the underside of the swollen head.
He’s a goner.
Cumming with a low, wounded whine and a shuttered thrust, Yoongi smacks the door with his free hand. Thick spurts of jizz make an absolute mess of his stomach and your knuckles.
Sagging forward like a doll with cut strings, all his dead weight bears down on you.
He pants, small tremors wrack his frame. “Baby,” he murmurs, pressing a wet kiss to your jaw, “I missed you s’much.”
“Missed you too,” you reply, using nice, languid strokes to wring the last of his orgasm out of him. “More than I thought I did.”
In lieu of a response, Yoongi wiggles his fingers inside you, rebuilding the rhythm he lost. He flutters them, curls up against your walls, peppering kisses along the length of your jaw with a hum.
Slick drips down his wrist, the sloppy sound of him finger fucking your cunt blending with a surge of desperate moans.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Yoongi says against your chin. “So fucking hot, wanna see you cum.”
Your back arches, your fingers digging into the width of his shoulders, head smacking the door with a dull thud.
“Can you do that for me?”
Nodding frantically, you fall apart with a broken gasp. Clamping down so hard he can’t move, the cramps softened by the throbbing heat washing over you. Blood rushes in your ears as your pussy gushes around his fingers.
“Good girl,” he praises, tone heated. “You did so well for me.”
By the time your brain comes back online, you’ve forgotten all about Chang-ryul and the constant vibration of your phone where it’s shoved - forgotten - into your pocket.
The only thing that matters is Yoongi with his tender kisses and greedy hands.
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softest-punk · 1 year
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Post-it notes from an AU in which Hob works as a barista by day and Dream works as a bartender by night in the same venue, they only see each other at shift changes, and they fall in love anyway. For @virgo-dream <3
To the perfect beautiful angel (sorry, I’ve never caught your name?) who cleaned the espresso machine for me overnight—I’m in love with you, you can have my first-born, you’re my hero + I owe you one, just say the word. As a token of my appreciation I hid slice of lemon drizzle cake under the counter for you.
Your grateful colleague,
Hob ♡
Hob,
I require neither thanks, pastries, nor first-borns, the evening was slow and I was bored. I did, however, enjoy the cake. Thank you.
Additionally, I have reorganised the coffee bar to be more efficient.
Angel (since you haven’t given me a name), do people tell you you’re a wonder? I hope they do. I remain desperately in love with you and your obviously spectacular brain. I have however entirely lost the spare filter baskets. I have left you an apple turnover in the hopes that you might tell me where they went. They’re really good today.
Not mad, just dense,
Hob ♡
They are in the leftmost bottom drawer at the end of the counter. I have placed an additional note on it for ease of discovery.
Your assessment of the apple turnover was accurate.
Angel,
Are you all right? Only I noticed you looked upset while we were switching over yesterday and I wanted to ask but then I thought maybe you wouldn’t want to talk about it with a total stranger.
And now I’ve spent the whole day worrying that I should’ve said something. If you do want a friendly ear, just… tell me to hang around, all right?
I’ve left you a chocolate brownie either way. Chocolate heals all wounds (and if I’m wrong and you’re not wounded, I hope you enjoy it anyway).
Sorry about the three-post-it epic,
Hob ♡
You are very kind.
Anytime, Angel ♡
My name is Dream.
Oh, finally! Lovely to meet you, Dream.
Have a coffee with me? Tomorrow. If you like. I’ll take you not showing up as a final answer.
I very much enjoyed having coffee with you. My shift ends early tomorrow (today, for you). If you would care to meet me at nine o’clock.
Absolutely.
Dream,
Can’t stop thinking about you. Scalded myself twice so far this morning. You left your phone on my coffee table. It’s in the usual place, with a caramel tart. Haven’t done laundry yet, but I’ll give your boxers back when I do.
Tell me you want to see me again?
I want to see you again. May I visit you Sunday? (this is too long to wait but unfortunately the first opportunity)
I’d wait centuries for you. Sunday’s perfect. Boxers in the usual place. Left you an almond croissant.
(Falling in love with you)
(Sorry about telling you via post-it)
I believe I am also falling in love with you.
(I am not sorry for telling you in this fashion, I am not confident I could do so any other way)
[Three months later]
Dream,
Marry me?
(I know it’s only been three months)
(I mean it anyway)
Yes ♡
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milllersfae · 9 months
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˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ cottage!abby headcannons
content warning: housewife-ish!reader, petnames, strap usage, slight(?) perversion, dom!abby, ooey-gooey lesbianism, sfw and nsfw content. minors do not interact.
a/n: thank y’all for 120 followers! this little blog has been growing so fast in under a month. experimenting with different writing styles and such!
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❀ tends to the garden a lot. loves when you watch her from the window and admire her hard work. sometimes she’ll flex her arms when she knows you’re watching, a warm flush flooding your face.
❀ abby is deeply in love with your baking. she grows you tons of fruit to make into little tarts and pies, “brought you more of those fijis you like. can you make me another apple crumble baby?” after long days in the field you leave her a little slice on the patio with a hand written note.
❀ she often gets nervous when you’re in the garden by yourself, worried you’ll trip or get hurt. “be careful out there okay? i don’t want you to get dirty. give me a holler if you need anything!” one day she accidentally leaves a potting hole open, your foot hitching inside. you tumble as abby rushes outside to catch you. “i’m such an idiot—i’m sorry baby. i didn’t mean to hurt you.”
❀ oh how she loves to gift you frilly dresses for your weekly picnics. she loves the way a smile fills your face as you lift up the fabric to your body. abby smirks and wraps you from behind. “does my pretty girl wanna try it on?”. you nod in response and go and change in the bathroom. you come back out, waiting for her reaction. “do a 180 f’me.” you get excited as you turn around and watch her gaze grow in amazement.
❀ she comes in from the yard, jeans splattered in dirt and sweat glistening on her brow. she sheds her gloves and kisses you on your forehead as she walks by. you can’t help but stare at her biceps as she passes you.
❀ it’s comforting how she lets you live a carefree life, and does a lot of the heavy lifting. abby doesn’t take it too far, she lets you have her freedom of course. you have your own little private room, full of books and stuffies and collectibles. she comes by sometimes and gives a soft knock at the door. “it’s me honey, may i come in?” you give ampt response and with a turn of the handle she meets you with a warm smile. you cuddle together to read a book, her hands in your hair as you read to her.
❀ after a long day you’ll come over to her, sitting on her lap to help her relax. she had undid her signature braid, hair falling in blonde strands over her shoulders. your hands combed through them, as you placed a gentle kiss against her temple. her eyes meet yours, smirk placard on her face. “you’re such a sweetheart, thank god i found you.” she sleepily mumbles, hand resting on the small of your back.
❀ you feel so grateful for all the work abby does for the both of you. you clean the entire living room, tidying up the little cottage the best you could. as dawn set, abby finally arrived back in, a small gasp exited her mouth as she closed door. “damn girl, what made you do all this?” she said, hands on her hips as she surveyed the area. you walk up, throwing your arms around her shoulders. “you do so much, i had to show my thanks.” her eyes settle on yours, smile filling her face. “i have to find a good way to repay you, baby.”
nsfw
❀ god she did fucking repay you. with a firm push onto your bed, you land on your stomach, your heat spreading at her touch. you arch your back, smothering your face into a satin pillow. abby puts a hand under your dress, making contact with your unclothed slit. she teases between your soaked lips, humming at the sweet squeals you began to make. she enters you with her index and ring finger, pressing fast strokes inside of you. she held you around your stomach, keeping your body from escaping her touch.
❀ sneaking her hands under your dress is her favorite pastime. she purposely drops silverware in hopes you bend over so she can reach her fingers to rub at your clothed pussy. you jump slightly at the touch, hips pushing into her knead into your aching clit. “oh you needy girl, you’ll take it any time huh?” she taunts, pulling your thong to the side of your leg.
❀ in her routinely attempt to drift into sleep, she fondles your tits in bed. she reaches under your nightgown, gentle kisses right behind your ear while spooning you. her sleepy groans crawl into your heat as she squeezes and soft flesh, thumb pinching your nipples.
❀ she loves picking out tight little outfits you to wear around the house. she raises up two options for you to wear, holding them up against you. “this pretty pink slip makes your titties look perfect, but this white skirt shows off that pretty ass.” your face ran warm as she surveyed you against the cloth. “what do you think baby? you have a say.” she continues. “um…the white skirt.” you reply, holding it pleasingly against your hips. abby smirks, hand groping your ass. “great choice.”
❀ she loves putting in your back, making you squirm against the strokes of her strap. you force your body to hold itself up, feeling yourself go weak at the pressure in your heat. “stay just like that, let me stretch you good.” she praises. abby puts a cool hand on the middle of your back, other hand holding you still against the pumps of her silicone into your heat.
❀ abby has had her pillow princess moments. she shed her outside clothes, laying on her back waiting for your entrance to the bedroom. “could you ride it baby, just for me?” she asked, patting a hand at her hips. you nod submissively, moving yourself over to straddled her. you lower yourself onto her as she entered slickly into your cunt. you move slow, bucking onto her dick. you shallow your whines as you fuck yourself into abby as she bit her lip to cower her own pleasured groans.
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koostarcandy · 1 year
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summary: a night where jungkook's back from a tiring day and you admire the tiniest of details.
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: just fluff, there's nothing else going on here :P
a/n: these night thingies are becoming frequent now :] i hope you enjoy them anyway ^^ @yoursalaciouspizza here's what we were talking about and inspo from this moodboard by @httphyunjiin :D oktyily byeeeeeeeee <3
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"how about one more kiss? looks sad, koo."
"it's just a bruise, baby. how about you have a bite of this pancake before my hand falls off?"
that would be really sad, you note. you oblige and take a forkful of sweet, sugary pancake, paired with tart strawberries. you let out a satisfied sound at the taste, urging your love to have a taste. his concentrated eyes relax when they meet yours, crinkling at the corners at your content face.
"is everything okay? you seem abit off, love."
you rub the apple of his cheek with your free hand, the other gently feeding him your midnight pancakes. the whole situation may seem ridiculous, laughable even but pancakes at approximately 12.33 a.m, along with your cuddly boyfriend is the perfect fix after a long day.
jungkook makes you drop the fork, guiding your hands around his neck and wrapping his muscly ones around your waist. he nuzzles his face into your neck, his freshly washed hair tickling your chin. you run your fingers through the slightly damp locks, envious of his always shiny hair.
"drop your haircare routine already," you mumble, rubbing your fingers over his temples when he practically moans in relief. "i use whatever you use, baby. let me do your hair next time, hmm?" he replies in between the impromptu massage, hands sneaking under your oversized tshirt, splayed over your back like a splash of warmth.
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"everything hasn't been the best exactly but i still feel guilty," jungkook admits 3 pancakes in, head on your chest and hand over his filled tummy. "guilty? why?" you ask curiously, thumbs rubbing over his pink knuckles. "i'm not exactly underprivileged, you know? but there are days where i have to remind myself that people would actually kill to be where i am right now and have the things I want, it reminds me to not freak out over things like the wifi not working or something like that," he rambles, going on with saying that he reminds himself of his daily blessings despite going through harrowing times, never failing to feel grateful for everything he sees and gets. including you, he says sincerely.
"stressed but blessed seems like the appropriate title for what i'm feeling right now," jungkook chuckles, trying to melt further into you. you're silent, hands rubbing his back gently and playing with his hair. you've always admired him, for a variety of things. he's always been humble and gentle and kind, never failing to speak out a word or show a small action of gratitude for the most mundane of things you do for him. you got him that blueberry crumble from that place he really likes? he kisses your cheek and mumbles out 'thank you' like a prayer. you're still like a fluffy pillow, serving as a resting place for his tired head? he's on you in an instant, squeezing your waist in silent appreciation.
your eyes dart to his hand coming to your peripheral vision, brushing away your bangs. his sweet and hardworking hands. never failing to rub your back so you slip out of sleep's tight hold in the mornings, tying your hair into a bun when you get frustrated with it, handling you with the utmost care when you don't exactly feel your best. you take his large ones into your own, happy crescents meeting his when you place the smallest of kisses on his latest boxing bruise.
his sparkly eyes are tattooed to your brain, always making sure to bright up the darkest spots in your mind. they're the first thing you see in sleepy dawn and the last when you're finally in bed at late dusk. they always meet you in a room full of enigmatic eyes and yet they never fail to make you get lost in them. they provide you with the best comfort you can ever find, always losing yourself to their never ending warmth.
his strong arms squeeze around you when place a chaste kiss on his temple, feeling a smile in your neck. the arms which never fail to make you feel at home, snaking their way around you and making themselves comfortable. they sometimes serve as a mode of transport too, carrying you from the bedroom to the living room or when jungkook feels like you don't need to walk all the way to kitchen, picking you up and setting you on the counter. your hands slide to the pretty vines wrapped around you, tracing the intricate designs on his bicep.
everything about him, head to toe, every tiny mole to his boopable nose and his squishy cheeks, makes your heart ache in the most loving way possible. jungkook props his chin on your chest, head tilted to the side, wondering why you've been silent for the last half hour. your eyes are suddenly watering, hands flying to cover your face.
"darling? look at me, please. was it something i said? it wasn't offensive, right?"
you let out a watery laugh, fingers swiping at the underside of your eyes.
"you, it's you."
jungkook's even more confused now, sitting up and pulling you up with him. "but i'm your koo, baby, i can't make you cry. these are good tears, yes? please tell me they're happy tears."
you all but fall into him, hiding your face in his tshirt and letting your arms fall loosely around his lithe waist. "yes, koo, they're happy tears. i just love you too much," you say, going on to say it's the sugar talking and that in hindsight, sprinkling 145 grams of powdered sugar along with strawberry jam wasn't exactly the bestest midnight snack you've made so far. jungkook is quick to disagree, saying that what you did tonight was basically art.
"there you go again, baby, you do know that not everything i do is a work of art, right?"
"says the walking and talking masterpiece!"
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pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @jinsquishes ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference ; @indgio ; @jjkeverlast ; @parkdatjimin ; @yoogijk
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speckle-meow-meow · 11 months
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how about wally darling x reader who never sleeps?
like wally just wakes up at midnight to find the reader staring at the wall sleepless 😰
"How many hours have you slept today?"
"three"
"Hours?"
"minutes."
Lmao this is me sometimes.
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Wally always knows when some things wrong
Whether with you or his neighbors
And since you live together it made his job easier to take care of you and help you
It was 1am. Or that's what you think, you didn't know because your vision was blurry. A sign that you needed to sleep. But no matter how much you tried you couldn't fall asleep.
You were drinking water in the kitchen making sure not to wake up Wally or home.
Soon Wally noticed that the bed felt cold, you usually provide most of the heat. He knew you were up but why this early?
Wally got up and put on his fluffy robe and slippers to go find his beloved. First he searched the rooms adjacent to your room but he didn't find you.
Next he checked the bathroom but the door was open meaning you weren't in there.
He checked the living room but once again you weren't in there. He was about to give up until he heard the clink of cups and plates.
'So their in the kitchen.' Wally thought and smiled knowing that you didn't leave.
He stepped into the kitchen turning on the light, which surprised you but you realised it was only Wally so you calmed down.
"Dearest why are you awake? It's to early for anyone to be up at this hour." Wally hummed
"I couldn't sleep." You whispered while putting more dishes away.
Wally knew something was up so he asked
"Darling how many hours have you been able to sleep?"
"Three." You stated blankly
"Hours?" He hoped it was hours.
"Minutes.."
Ever since that night Wally made it his mission to help you sleep longer
He'd ask Frank and Poppy for help
Frank said that some teas help people sleep
Poppy suggested tart cherry juice (I actually looked this up and it said that tart cherry juice is high in melatonin so it should help people sleep)
Wally took their advice and went to Howdy purchasing the items along with some apples
First he tried the Juice and it seemed to have a good effect so far you were able to sleep till 11pm
Then he tried the teas it had the same effect
You thought that maybe if you take both before bed you would stay asleep longer so you said f**k it. (Idk if this shit actually works but for the sake of the story why not)
And it worked you were able to sleep longer!
No matter what Wally will always be there to help :)
{Thank you anon for requesting!!! This was a joy to write! As always hearts and reblogs are welcomed along with questions, requests, and comments!!}
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busycloudy · 5 months
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"Welcome to Cloudy cafe, how may I be of service?"
DRINKS Coffee - Fluff Tea - Angst (Remember I'm still new to this) Latte - HC's FOOD Croissant - Cuddling Tarts - With someone that teases Cookies - Wearing their clothes Cupcakes - Baking with them Cheesecake - A relaxing night with them Tiramisu - Getting sick Donuts - In a flower field with them Carrot cake - Shopping with them Chocolate lava cake - Arguments Cannoli - Taking care of children Crème caramel - Apologies Muffin - They walk in to see you crying Brownie - Walking with them Cinnamon Rolls- More and more kisses(Are u kissing them repeatedly or is it the other way around?) LOLLIPOPS Rose - Riddle Rosehearts Club - Trey Clover Diamond - Cater Diamond Heart - Ace Trappola Spade - Deuce Spade Lion - Leona Kingscholar Hyena - Ruggie Bucchi Wolf - Jack Howl Octopus - Azul Ashengrotto Dorsal Fin - Jade Leech Tail Fin - Floyd Leech Headress - Kalim Al-Asim Cobra - Jamil Viper Crown - Vil Schoeinheit Huntsman - Rook Hunt Apple - Epel Felmeir Skull - Idia Shroud Soul - Ortho Shroud(Platonically!) Dragon - Malleus Draconia Bat - Lilia Vanrouge Lighting - Sebek Zigvolt Knight - Silver Cat - Chenya Fire - Grim(Platonically!) "Do choose wisely my dear..." The cafe (may) close on November 25th ----------------------------------- A/N: Thank you, stars so, so much for 200 followers! This journey has been an amazing one, and the people I've met along the way have been even better! You all mean the world to me and I hope you have a sunny day! Request Rules TAGS @silvers-numberonefan @eynnwwyjth @dove-da-birbb @angelhairpastawithherbs @red-viewe @twistwonderlanddevotee @citrusitonit @queen-shiba @duskymrel @the-banana-0verlord @krenenbaker @azulashengrottospiano @v-anrouge @haruhar-u @leonistic @xxoomiii @edith-is-apparently-a-cat@saturnslastgoodbyes @moonlitnyx @hydra-sea @xen-blank @officialdaydreamer00 @minty-bubblegum
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vodika-vibes · 9 days
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Congratulations on your new follower milestone!! You're amazing and deserve all the love. <3
For my request:
Gemstone: My birthstone, Topaz (affectionate love)
Clone: Gonna have to be my #1 fella, Hunter, because I'm nothing if not a Hunter simp of the highest order. (I know you've said you're not comfy with Hunter, but you've always nailed it before!)
Season: Autumn
I honestly have no ideas at all as to where I would want this to go, so I'd love it if you would just use your magic brain to write what you feel (and don't feel pressure to come up with something out of the ordinary if that's not where you're led, anything with Hunter will make me happy, guaranteed.)
Thanks so much for always being so willing to fill requests. <3
Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)
Fall Into Love
Summary: Hunter’s relatively new to relationships, but he’s trying his hardest to make you happy. So when you invite him to go apple picking with you, he’s happy to go along…even if he doesn’t quite understand it.
Pairing: TBB Hunter x F!Reader
Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love
Word Count: 745
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: I hope this is affectionate enough! Your request made me remember all of those long autumn days in Massachusetts when my mom and aunt would drag the kids apple picking, and we'd climb trees and eat apples. It was fun, even if I wasn't allowed to eat any of the apples, due to my allergy.
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“You seem excited?” Hunter hesitantly offers as he watches you pull your hair into a tail, and then pull a sweatshirt over the thin tank top you’re wearing.
You flash a blinding smile at the man sitting on your bed, “I am excited! It’s fall!”
The smile he graces you with is soft and adoring. It’s how he’s always smiled at you, but it never fails to make you giggle. Your tough, strong man turns into such a sap when he sees you happy.
“I’m glad that you’re happy,” Hunter says quietly, “But I’m not sure I understand what we’re doing today.” He lifts the pamphlet and eyes it, “Apple picking? Isn’t that just us paying to do work?”
You laugh, your head tilting back before you drop to the bed next to him, “Not quite. We each get a bag, and we get to keep anything that we pick.”
“...and do what with them?” He asks, bewildered.
“Well, I’ll make some pies, and some tarts, and some jam and jelly and cider-” You list off your fingers, “More importantly, there’s more there than just the apple picking.”
You hop to your feet and take his hand in yours, pulling him to his feet.
“I suppose the others would like a pie.” Hunter admits as he allows you to pull him through the apartment and to the front door. And then he offers you support as you pull your boots on.
“I make amazing pies.” You brag, before you spin on your toes, as best as you can while wearing your boots, and you drop a quick kiss to his lips, “And, if you have fun, we can bring Omega there next weekend.”
He grins at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners, “Well then, I suppose we’d better find out if I like it.” Hunter teases as he offers you your thin windbreaker, and then opens the door for you.
Half an hour later, he pulls your speeder up in front of the Orchard, looking genuinely surprised at the sheer number of people here. “Uh…babe-?”
“It’s a large orchard, and it’s a popular autumn activity,” You explain as he pulls the speeder into an open spot, and parks.
“And you’re sure they’ll let me in?”
“I’m positive.” You fling open the door and climb out of the speeder, and then wait for Hunter to join you. “Here,” You pass him a hair tie, “Picking apples requires some tree climbing.”
“Ah, you think of everything, don’t you?” Hunter asks as he pulls his hair into a much shorter tail than yours. And then he laughs as you take his hand and tug him, impatiently, towards the small booth that accepts payment and gives out bags.
The girl working the counter glances at Hunter, boredly, and then passes him a pair of bags after you pay. “Here,” She says as she focuses her attention back to her comm, “A map of the orchard, and a list of all of the events. Please avoid the areas that are roped off since those trees aren’t mature yet.”
And then she waves the pair of you away, and you lightly tug Hunter to the side, to glance at the map. “Mm…here, let’s go to this part of the orchard,” You say motioning to a part of the orchard near a lake. 
“Alright.” Hunter glances at the map over your shoulder, “Mm…this way, I think.” He folds the map and slides it into his pocket, and you, quite happily, take his hand in yours and thread your fingers with his.
Hunter pauses, lightly reaching out with his free hand to brush his fingers against your cheek, “Thank you,” He breathes out.
“For what?” You ask as you reach up and press your hand over his, gently squeezing his fingers.
“For inviting me into your life,” Hunter replies.
You blink at him, and laugh softly, “Oh, you goof.” You focus a loving smile at him, “You say that as if it’s a hardship to invite you into my life. As if I’ve ever done anything other than love you.”
Hunter brings your joined hands to his lips, and he presses a feather light kiss to your knuckles. You know that the words are hard for him, but you don’t mind. He shows you that he loves you with every touch and with every look. 
And so you beam at him, “I love you, Hunter. Thank you for being in my life.”
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hey-august · 2 months
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Word count: ~300
Warnings: Nothing much. A hint of angst, if anything.
Buggy looks like a clown. A performer. The layer of face paint and his strong features do their job at holding any and all attention. He looks like a joke.
Buggy sounds like the voice in your head that won't shut up. The one full of doubt and self loathing. The one that tells jokes to hide the pain. He sounds fake.
Buggy smells. He sweats. He's dirty. Filthy. And he smells musky. A heavy scent that stays in your nostrils and sticks to your skin. He stinks.
Buggy tastes like the dregs at the bottom of the bottle. Like corked wine. Stale rum. Skunky beer. He tastes bitter.
Buggy feels chaotic. Frenzied. Literally and figuratively all over the place. Always in the way. He feels overwhelming.
But not your Buggy. Not the one you know.
Buggy looks like a shining star. One that brightens the sky with it's dazzling brilliance. Even if it's falling, you can't help but admire the beauty. He looks like hope.
Buggy sounds like coins. The grit of coins rubbing together. Laughter as they jingle and collide. Alluring, enticing with the promise of treasure. He sounds rich.
Buggy smells like the sea. He smells like warm sunbeams. The lazy breeze. The wisps of clouds. Like the salty air. He smells like freedom.
Buggy tastes like apples. There's his usual sharp snap. Sourness and tartness. But he's also sweet. A sugary flood that only leaves you craving more. He tastes like desire.
Buggy feels. He has big feelings that he can't contain, no matter how hard he tries. He acts big to hide how small he feels. He feels both too visible and invisible. He feels inconsequential.
But not with you.
With you, Buggy feels seen. Accepted. He feels his big feelings without judgment. He feels like he can be himself.
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horanghxnni · 9 months
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coffee shop meet-cute. - j.w.w.
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PAIRING: Jeon Wonwoo x Reader
WORD COUNT: 3.1k
TAGS: meet cute, strangers to lovers one-shot, barista!reader, non-idol!wonwoo; pure fluff, oblivious pining
WARNINGS: mentions of food/eating; i tried my best to write as gender neutral as possible, but i haven't proofread this more than once so pls let me know if it's not; other than that none (please let me know if i've missed anything)
NOTES: this is my first post here on tumblr omg. hi! i've been a big fan of work here and i've been writing for a while (i shall not discuss my cursed wattpad days when i was younger) and thought i'd start posting here for fun. i hope you enjoy! <3
You had started working at this local coffee shop when you were 16, at first as a way to earn cash on the weekends to fund your high school escapades, and now, 7 years later, you grew to love the feeling of crafting drinks and managing the shop you now felt was like a second home. You worked every day, and opening the quaint little shop meant that the first hour or so was a quiet peace to yourself, filled with the smell of brewing espresso and baking croissants. 
The morning rush came like clockwork, beginning at 7:15 am and finally reaching a calmer pace around 8 am. Just when the busy atmosphere began to subside and the day reached its first slump, a clearly anxious man made his way to the front counter, hurriedly ordering an iced americano and holding out his card before you could even tell him how much it would cost. You rang him up, and he left the counter to stand in a corner with a polite nod to wait for his coffee, glancing at the clock. You make his simple order as quickly as possible and set it on the pickup counter, calling his name. “Wonwoo, iced americano?” 
He grabs his cup and thanks you quietly, before hurriedly leaving the shop, not even bothering to grab a straw. You don’t think too much of it and get back to filling the pastry case as the curious stranger becomes a distant memory by the end of the day. 
That is, until you notice he comes in every day, always at the same time, just before 9 am. He enters with the same kind of energy, always as if he’s perpetually running late, and orders the same thing: iced americano, and if he was feeling peckish, a blueberry muffin. He never talked much, and the only thing you knew about him other than his coffee order was that his name was Wonwoo, he seemed to have a horrible concept of time, and he must work in some office to be dressed in business casual every day. This Groundhog Day feeling encounter with him remained as a growing routine for you, until 3 weeks later when you began to anticipate his arrival, and you had his order ready and waiting for him by the time he reached the counter. Your interaction grew more efficient as time passed, with a single swap of his debit card for his coffee, and his transaction down to 30 seconds, handing him back his card in record timing. You figured it was helping him, right? He was late to work, or something time-sensitive at least, and you made his caffeine pit-stop easier. It was a win-win: you gained another regular, and he got his coffee without hindering his morning. 
He ruined your flow one Wednesday afternoon. Once again, he arrived just before 9 am, but he walked in much slower this time, and he was wearing much more casual clothes, a faded gray t-shirt and jeans, a brown messenger bag slung on his shoulder. As usual, his coffee was already done, and you almost dropped a tray of apple tarts as he entered almost as an entirely different person. You set them in the pastry case with renewed care, and met him at the register. 
“Not in a rush this morning?” You asked, clearly confused but friendly, as you pushed his cup towards him. 
He chuckled, shaking his head as his eyes roved over the rows of pastries and sandwiches you had displayed. “Nope, we started a hybrid schedule so I’m working from home on Wednesdays.” He met your eyes for a moment before shifting back to the sweets, thinking. “I’m thinking about trying something new, what do you recommend?” 
It took you a moment before you adapted to the fact that you’d heard more than two words from him. His voice was smooth and deeper than you expected, and it seemed to sink into your bones. “Um, well the apple tarts are new, and we make pop tarts in house.” 
He nodded and took one more glance before meeting your eyes. “I’ll take one of each, for here.” He gave you a small smile and slid over his debit card, once again catching you off guard. For here? He was staying? You nodded silently and began to warm his sweets as you rang him up. He thanked you and took back his card, settling in a seat a few feet down the counter, pulling out his laptop and beginning to type quietly. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him as you made his little pastry plate, not used to his presence. You were so used to his rush of energy that seeing him so still and calm was confusing. You decided just before you gave him his plate that you’d slip a cake pop next to the tart, you had made extras today anyway. With a nod, you place it beside his laptop and don’t even wait for an acknowledgement, leaving the pretty stranger to his work and busying yourself with cleaning some dirty cups from earlier this morning and wiping down the counters. 
“The poptart is good. Do you make them yourself?” His voice cut through the quiet lo-fi music playing over the speakers as you paused from your cleaning. You turned to see him already looking at you, the half-eaten poptart in his hand. 
You nodded and put down the rag in your hand. “Yeah, every morning. The flavor changes depending on what fruit I can get my hands on.” You see him nod in approval, and he sets it down on his plate as he turns his full attention to you. 
“Thank you for the cake pop. And for making my coffee so quickly every day, it really helps me out.” He appears more bashful now, almost bordering embarrassed, as his cheeks flush an almost imperceptible pink. “I know I seem pretty pressed for time most mornings.” 
You laugh at his comment, thinking back to the quiet whirlwind of his stressed aura that appears in the shop every day. “Of course, I don’t want to make you any later than you already seem to be.” You pause for a moment before speaking again, wondering if you should ask the innocent question in your mind. He seems open to conversation, and it’s not like anyone else was demanding your attention at the moment. “Where do you work anyway?” 
“Oh, I work at the Pledis building, I’m a writer there for content creation. I’m not technically late ever, but I like to get there at a certain time and I definitely overestimate the time I need to commute.” He answers sheepishly, and you smile. A writer for such a big company? Impressive. 
You spoke for a little bit longer before another rush began, learning he’d been working at Pledis for a few years now, and his friend Joshua had recommended this coffee shop to him a few months ago, but he hadn’t had the chance to come until a few weeks ago. Of course your favorite regular would have pushed him here, and little details seemed to fit into place as your small chats throughout the few hours he remained at the bar revealed more and more about each other. Around 4 pm, he left with a wave, trying his best not to distract you too much. You waved back, and with an offhanded, “See you tomorrow!”, he left the cafe, the door jingling behind him. 
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The next morning, Wonwoo surprised you again. He came in at 8:30, standing at the register while you finished the last of the morning rush orders, you hadn’t even seen him walk in. You turned to take the order only to see a face that wasn’t supposed to be here for another 20 minutes. 
“Oh, you’re here early! I’m sorry, I haven't made your coffee yet.” Of course you hadn’t. You had timed your routine almost down to the second, and he had thrown off your entire groove. He simply smiled and shook his head. 
“It’s okay, I have some time this morning. I’ll get my usual and another poptart, it doesn't matter the flavor.” He points to the plate and pulls out some cash. “You can keep the change.” Wonwoo, without another word, moves to where he sat the day before, settling in and pulling out his phone. 
You make his coffee and warm his poptart, placing it in a to-go sleeve, placing both in front of him. “So, I finally get my routine down with you and you all of a sudden decide you want to switch it up?” You raise an eyebrow at him. 
He looks up from his phone, a small smile growing on his lips. “Figured if I got here a little earlier, I’d relieve you of the time constraint.” His smile shifts into a frown after a moment. “I’m sorry if it threw you off that bad, I didn’t-”
You wave a hand at him, shaking your head. “Don’t worry about it, I was just messing with you.” 
His body visibly relaxes as he reaches for his coffee. “Thanks, Y/N.” You couldn’t help but grin as you hear your name in his voice, and you nod and turn before he can see just how wide your smile could get. You make small talk as he finishes his coffee and pastry, asking about his work and new recipes brewing in your head for the next 20 or so minutes before he declares he is leaving to head to work. 
“This was nice, actually sitting down before work. Maybe I’ll do this more often.” He hands you his plate as you agree, placing it in the sink to deal with later. 
“Thanks for hanging out with me this morning. You’re welcome anytime, obviously.” You say your goodbyes, and with another small smile, he leaves, and you’re left thinking of the way his smile lights up his face for the rest of the day. 
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For the next few weeks, Wonwoo arrives around 20-30 minutes early. Your new routine involves pleasant conversation as you work, and him becoming a taste tester for new recipes before they hit the pastry case. You become used to each other’s presence, and with every new interaction, he grows more and more talkative. He tells you about frustrations from work from the day before, or a movie he had just watched over the weekend. You tell him about your roommate endeavors and outings you’d gone on recently. You consider yourselves friends at this point, and it was nice to have someone like him around when the morning felt like too much to handle. 
You had offhandedly mentioned taking a few days off one day and Wonwoo encouraged rest, but through all the chaos of pushed forward deadlines at work, he had completely forgotten until he arrived at the cafe one morning to see someone completely different behind the counter. He was confused to see his usual coffee was still sitting waiting for him in its normal place with his name on it, set aside on the counter, yet he did not recognize the barista currently finishing up a latte. As he slowly stepped up to the pickup counter and grabbed his drink, the employee looked up and met his gaze. 
“Oh, you must be Wonwoo. There’s your iced americano, there’s a muffin in the bag beside it.” His demeanor was nonchalant, as he placed the other drink on the counter and called out the order. 
“Is Y/N not in today?” It was the first thing he could think of, despite the answer being obvious. 
The younger boy looked up from his work. “No, they're off all week. They left me a note saying a guy named Wonwoo would come in at 8:30 and that was your usual.” He shrugged and looked down again at his brewing espresso shots. “I guess that’s you. I’m Chan, I usually work afternoons but I’m covering for Y/N this week.” 
Wonwoo nods, still processing what he had just heard. Y/N’s gone all week? Why hadn’t they said anything? He suddenly felt stupid as he remembered a conversation from two weeks ago, where Y/N finally decided the week they would take a solo trip to Jeju to visit their grandmother: this week. “Right. Thanks, Chan.” 
Chan nods back at him and Wonwoo leaves the cafe still in a semi-daze after setting down some cash, suddenly feeling as if he was thrown off balance, an unfamiliar budding feeling of disappointment settling deep in his chest. He makes his way to work, suddenly feeling like his predictable coffee didn’t taste the same. 
The rest of his work day was surprisingly only getting worse: he had printed the wrong files, was late to a meeting he was supposed to lead, and currently Joshua was trying (and failing) to speak to him about a conference they were attending the following month as Wonwoo unintentionally tuned him out. Suddenly, he felt a light shove of his shoulder pull him out of his trance.
“Dude, what is wrong with you? Have you heard anything I said?” Joshua raised an accusatory eyebrow at his friend and coworker. Wonwoo’s eyes suddenly gained focus as he looked up to see Joshua leaning against his desk. 
“I-” he attempted to think of an excuse, “I’m sorry. I guess I’m a little distracted, my whole day feels thrown off.” He frowned and turned his chair toward the other man. “What were you saying?” 
Joshua’s mouth crept into an almost dangerous smirk as he took a glance at Wonwoo’s still full coffee cup, an unfamiliar handwriting scrawling his name on the top. “You didn’t see Y/N this morning.” 
Wonwoo almost choked on his own spit. “What? How- how do you know that?” 
The older boy rolled his eyes and pointed to the cup. “That’s not Y/N’s handwriting. I see them before you do most mornings, and they're not in town. They told me last week. I thought you knew.” 
“I did know, I just forgot, with everything going on at work.” Wonwoo couldn’t help but frown. Had not seeing them really thrown him off that much? “What does not seeing them have to do with anything though?” 
Joshua scoffed. “Dude, every time you come from that cafe, you walk in like you just won the lottery, and you see them every day. You like them, don’t you?” 
It was the last part that struck Wonwoo to his very core. He’d never even considered that to be an option before. Sure, Y/N was stunning, and kind, and he’d found great company in the barista, but like them? Romantically? Maybe it was more possible than he imagined. His face seemed to drop, as Joshua laughed at his rapid change in expression. 
“It’s okay if you do. They seem to make you happy. I think you should go for it.” With a grin that would rival the Cheshire cat, Joshua claps his friend on the shoulder before leaving his desk to return to his own, as Wonwoo’s brain settles on entertaining this thought that seems to bloom an unfamiliar feeling in his chest, replacing the heavy stone of disappointment from earlier. 
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You were back after a relaxing few days with your grandmother, spending time in the sun and looking out on the ocean. Although the time off was needed, you couldn’t help but think about not only your cafe, but a specific regular you hadn’t seen since last week. You hoped Chan had made his usual for him as she said on the note, and you were excited to catch up with Wonwoo about the last week, and honestly, just to see him again. Spending the last few days without seeing each other triggered the realization that he was more special to you than you had initially thought, and though he may not feel the same, you were content with the friendship you had formed already. 
You opened the cafe without issue, and a sense of calm washed over you as you fell back into your routine. The morning rush felt like a breeze as you fell into a groove and before you knew it, 8:30 rolled around and the man you’d been thinking of walked through the door. He was early, as he now often was, but his anxious energy was back. He stepped up to the counter as you handed him his coffee, a fresh pop tart on a plate sliding his way as well. 
“It’s on the house today. I’m sure you missed my magic touch last week.” You joked, your smile widening. His mouth opened before it shut once more, mirroring your grin as he said a quiet thank you as he took his seat. You caught up on missed stories, with mostly you telling stories of your vacation as he sat quietly and listened as you multitasked. It wasn’t until you asked him a question and received no answer that you looked up at him from the espresso machine to see him simply staring at you. “Wonwoo?” 
You saw his eyes clear as his face rapidly turned a deep shade of red. “I’m sorry, I was listening. I just-” He paused, and your brows furrowed. 
“Are you alright?” You asked, putting down the espresso shot and giving him your full focus. 
“Do you want to, maybe, go to dinner sometime?” His eyes couldn’t meet yours at first, until suddenly the dark brown of his irises met yours and you melted at the adoration you felt behind his gaze. 
“Wonwoo, are you asking me on a date?” You couldn’t believe this was happening. You watched his cheeks redden further as he nodded and you couldn’t help the way you seemed to beam at him. “I’d like that very much. Maybe this Saturday, if you’re free?” 
You watched the anxiety leave his body in an instant as he agreed. He handed you his phone as he stood up, coffee cup and plate now empty. “Put your number in and I’ll call you?” 
You punched your contact information in and handed him the phone in exchange for his dishes, and watched as he clumsily pushed in his seat and grabbed his things. “Have a good day at work, Wonwoo. It was nice to see you.” 
“It was good to see you. I’ll call you later tonight, if that’s okay.” You nodded and if he smiled any wider, he thought his lips might start to crack. With one last goodbye, he left out the door, and his eyes didn’t leave your beautiful face through the window until he lost line of sight.
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Little things that make me feel chaotic/punk academia
From your friendly dash neighbourhood punk academic
* Drinking fancy teas out of a sailor moon cup
* Drinking lemon water (drink more water bro) out of a Guinness cup
* Playing rock music while doing homework (especially French hw)
* Studying modern poetry and psychoanalysis for some reason
* NOT doing drugs because Donna tart and the punk scene romanticised that way too much
* Sewing patches onto dress pants
* Wearing crusty converse
* Downloading music because hell nah I’m not paying for Apple Music
* Taking a walk in the city, looking at the street art while listening to tech music
* Going to a street art museum
* Being gay and excelling at maths
* Turning all my assignments into an analysis of why capitalism sucks
* Ands its roots in misogyny and classism
* Going to thrift stores only for the band tees and the cool jewellery
* Falling asleep at my desk
* Lighting halloween candles
* Notes scattered everywhere and in the most random places
* REVENGE STUDYING
Hope you enjoyed the silly post and remember always support other people and UP THE PUNX
—written by Xanny
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carnelianmeluha · 3 months
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Lemon Drizzle Cake, Apple Turnover, Chocolate Brownies, Caramel Tart, and Almond Croissant from (Post-it) Notes by @softest-punk
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Today is an anniversary of sorts--I posted my first Dreamling fanfiction food a year ago today and have made 66 different items since then! Somewhere along the way, I have found joy in cooking again. I get to interact with fellow fans, read amazing fics, bring something from it to life, and then eat it too!
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It all started on a different anniversary, though. An anon sent an AU ask to @softest-punk about Dream surviving a kidnapping and tracking down his old love, Hob, now a widower and lecturer. This ask and the fic that followed changed everything. Until then, I was a grade A lurker, and was spending another anniversary dealing with my own loss, staying in bed and scrolling endless (lol) posts. I don't know if it was because of the way Hob was written, how tender the fic was, or the careful hope that permeated throughout the story, that by the time Hob brought Dream the shortbread biscuits he baked so lovingly, I felt like I was IN the story. The description of the biscuits made me want to eat them and compelled me to get out of bed. So in the middle of the night, I started making rosemary sugar and then a couple of days later, I made the Dreamling Cookies and my first fanfic food post!
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So it felt only right that for my first fanfic food anniversary, I make something from another fic by @softest-punk. Post-it (Notes) is an adorable little story about Hob who works as a barista during the day, and Dream who works as a bartender in the same place at night. They only meet briefly during shift changes and leave post-it notes for each other. Hob also leaves desserts for him, which I have created below.
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"To the perfect beautiful angel (sorry, I’ve never caught your name?) who cleaned the espresso machine for me overnight—I’m in love with you, you can have my first-born, you’re my hero + I owe you one, just say the word. As a token of my appreciation I hid a slice of lemon drizzle cake under the counter for you. 
Your grateful colleague, Hob ♡ 
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Hob, I require neither thanks, pastries, nor first-borns, the evening was slow and I was bored. I did, however, enjoy the cake. Thank you. 
[Hob goes on to leave many other desserts for Dream and they fall in love through these notes].
I have left you an apple turnover... They’re really good today.
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I’ve left you a chocolate brownie either way.
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You left your phone on my coffee table. It’s in the usual place, with a caramel tart.
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Left you an almond croissant..."
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@softest-punk Thanks again for the lovely stories and I hope you know how moving your words are.
Here's hoping I can make more posts! As long as there are fics with food, I'll be there with recipes!
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fic here, read it bc it will literally change your life i’m not joking
“Crowley stepped wonkily towards Aziraphale until Aziraphale was backed up against the tree, almost tripping up against a root as he gazed up at his greatest friend, whose arm was now outstretched to prop himself up against the tree trunk. It only took a sweeping flicker of Crowley's aureate eyes from Aziraphale's own irises down to his lips to urge Aziraphale to open his mouth. "Mmm, good boy," Crowley purred. "There you are." Though Aziraphale was almost certain that the moonlight was not bright enough for this to be possible, he felt convinced that Crowley had witnessed his cheeks flushing a deep, adoring shade of pink that even the copious amounts of cheap wine he had consumed that evening could not engender in his ordinarily pale face. Then, Crowley was guiding the unbitten side of the apple closer, and Aziraphale was obediently closing his lips around it. Sluggish in his tipsiness, Aziraphale's mouth paused around the apple for a moment, his spit slicking the skin of the fruit before he began to pierce it with his canines. As he bit into the apple, its sweet, tart flavour burst into his mouth with a punctuated crunch, and before he knew it, Crowley was smirking as he smeared the apple back and forth over and around Aziraphale's lips, coating the lower half of Aziraphale's face with the tangy juice of the fruit.”
"You cheeky devil!" Aziraphale exclaimed with a giggle, grabbing Crowley by the wrist and easing the apple away from his face. Crowley chucked along with him. "You know I hate to make a mess."
"Well, it's me who made a mess, isn't it?”
for @ineffabildaddy, this fic literally changed my life and this was one of my favorite scenes from it!! (i am so sorry that it’s sunset instead of nighttime like in the actual fic i couldnt remember in the fic if it was night or day and i already colored it by the time i realized 😭)
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it’s been a while since i’ve actually drawn but i hope you like it nonetheless!
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