#also if i do buy books i'll usually try to do it second hand because it's cheaper

[monettsuki]

La Signora headcannons

Mainly fluff and a bit of angst if you squint proceed

GN reader

Also if anyone wanna request I'll take those

Song reccomendation because it fits her Pierrot Play - No.D

Rosalyne is a person of elegance and a sophisticated flair - which is why she would heavily indulge into buying dresses or suits depending on her lover's taste and have them dressed in the finest clothes of Teyvat - all she asks in return is undying love and loyalty to her

After Rostams death I don't think she would've ever thought of ever getting a relationship again - worse after she became the Crimson witch - under her confident facade there is a part of her that questions how could anyone find something that they could like - even love - in her . So sometimes she might get clingy without any explanation because she thinks you're going to realize how awful she actually is (or rather how she actually sees herself) and ultimately decide to leave her

Usually if she's clingy she will come to hug you from behind - she usually has her hands really cold due to her crimson witch powers being greatly dimished - so if you feel cold hands resting on your stomach and a head on your shoulder you will know who it is - she will probably use this tactic to make you jump a bit if the two of you are in Shezhnaya and the bonfire is making the room hot enough

She likes to do things for you but you doing things for her? Absolutely not - though is that a blush when you want to do something heartfelt for her? - she'll cherish anything you do for her no matter whatever it is and she will pay you back tenfold (saying no will not do it this woman is STUBBORN)

If the two of you are cuddling she will be hugging you at all times - is like a cat - you can't escape her grip no matter what and archons forbid you move to get some water in the middle of the night - in the next 3 seconds she's behind you, cold arms slithering around you and a sleepy Rosalyne telling you to come back to bed and if you refuse she's dragging you herself

Whenever she's exhausted she will want to put her head in your lap to sleep -especially if you have squishy thighs she will adore to just use them as a pillow and you running your fingers through her hair while she falls asleep (you will be stuck there until she wakes up)

She will definitely want to have fatuis guarding you if you are a civilian but if you can defend yourself she will be worried of you dying in a mission or while fighting (Rostam trauma) so whenever the two of you are on separate missions she will want to keep in touch with you

She would want to keep your relationship secret for a very long time due to the fact that she wouldn't really want people to know about it - mostly due to her fear of you being targeted and killed in some way - she is after all a Harbringer and a lot of people would give their soul to the devil himself to have one to maneuver like a puppet so she definitely takes that into consideration (especially if you can't fight or have any difficulty with doing so)

If the two of you are alone she will definitely want to just kiss you all over your face just so she can see the lipstick marks on your face and she will just smile while smothering your face with kisses (also as a thank you for loving her and anything you do for her)

She really loves to read books in her free time and if you want she will even read to you especially if the speed at which the two of you read is different - maybe you'll even fall asleep listening to her voice and she definitely likes to hum whenever she's trying to fall asleep so you also have that

She will do your makeup if you ask her nicely - she won't mind it at all but actually absolutely adore doing so - the two of you just spending time together in silence is something that she will love to do and cherish as her schedule is mainly filled with work (will bring you gifts from her far away trips even if the main goal there was a gnosis rather than slacking off)

Perfume and jewellery are definitely her things so if you ever have any problems with that just come to her and she will help you find the best accesory for your outfit or perfume for a change of pace (if you have a favourite perfume she will even associate that one with you after a while and it will mostly turn into ''its you'' whenever she feels the smell of it - its like a memento you're actually there with her)

Anyway goodbye for now ❤❤

#genshin headcanons #fatui harbringers #genshin fatui #fatui x reader #gn reader #fatui x you #genshin impact #la signora #rosalyne kruzchka lohefalter #la signora x you #la signora x reader #la signora genshin impact #fatui harbingers #fatui

[arminsumi]

ok hear me out,,, a part 3 of visiting the bookstore armin works at, i love the way armin is written in it and hes so cute

˗ˏˋ꒰ 📖 ꒱ Bookstore Boy

Armin x fem!reader

Chapter index / Chapter Ⅲ

Overview; you help Armin put away books so he can get off work early for your weekly 'book date', and he mends the tattered one that you buy.

Content; fluff

Notes; Oh!! Thank you for reminding me. I loved writing that one so much! Anyways, I got a bit carried away and made this a fair bit longer. But I hope you like it!

Armin was scurrying about the bookstore, shelving new second-hand book arrivals with a hum on his lips, when you strolled through the entrance of the store.

"Hi!" You greeted him, trotting to meet him.

"Oh! I — wh — uh hi! — OW!" He cried out, because the book he was trying to put away fell right onto his nose.

You had to laugh a little, "Are you okay?" You asked.

He nodded, "Y-yeah, I'm good." and rubbed his reddened nose. His eyes were a little watery.

You bent down and plucked the fallen book off the floor.

"Here." You said, and handed it to him.

He choked out a thank you, one so small and sweet that you had to smile. What a nervous boy, you thought. He was as nervous as a bird.

Armin composed himself, and then spoke, "You're — uh — you're here early."

"Oh, yeah, well! My boss let me off work early today, so I thought... well, I thought I may as well be early for our date."

"Oh... that's... nice." Armin blinked.

His mind was short-circuiting because of that last word, 'date'. Every Friday since meeting, you two had little writing and reading sessions at the upstairs cafe. But he never thought that you considered it a date... gosh, well now his heart was thumping loudly in his ears.

He went a bit blank, but reanimated himself just before he began staring at you in awkward silence.

"Um, I — well — I'll only get off my work at half-past... I'm sorry to make you wait."

"I could help shelf some!" You offered, nodding to the books in the cart. There were still so many to put away.

"Oh! N-no! No, you don't have to. Trust me, they're, like, really heavy. You'll get a sore back." He refused, swallowing nervously.

"Ah, come on. It'll go faster. And we can give each other backrubs afterwards." You joked.

Armin laughed nervously, "I — um — yeah. Okay." He said, and then did the thing he usually does when flustered; graze his undercut with his fingertips.

"U-um, there's lot of books that reminded me of y- that uh, that I thought you'd enjoy."

"Oh, which ones?" You asked interestedly, leaning closer to peer into the book cart.

Just that subtle increase in proximity between you and him had his heart on fire.

"Ah, there's two more Kerouacs... they're in pretty bad condition... I mean look at this one, it's almost coming apart at the seams." He frowned, picking out one of the books that was wedged in the cart.

"I don't mind! I don't mind at all... books that are falling apart are my favorite."

Armin laughed, "But why? I mean, they're so... annoying, I mean, while you're reading you're also battling to keep the pages from spilling out."

"I guess... but even still. I really like them. I'll just use some sellotape on them." You said, beaming down at the book. You already decided in the back of your mind to buy it.

Armin pulled his shoulders together a bit, and spoke in a shyer voice.

"I can mend that one for you, if you buy it. I mean, I — well — if you are buying it, that is." He offered.

"You can do that for me?!" You gasped, "Oh, I'd appreciate that so much."

Armin relaxed his shoulders, and swallowed sharply. "Yeah! Um, consider it repayment for helping me out..." He said.

"Alright, then let's get to work now, and you can fix my book later." You said excitedly.

And so you two started shelving the books, but Armin had become maladroit at shelving books all of a sudden. His embarrassment would have eaten him up alive if it weren't for your laughter and jokes.

He was dropping book after book, and placing the fantasy genres in the classics aisle. Really, he was all over the place.

After working through the top of the cart, Armin knelt down to take the bottom books out and hand them to you while you put them away. Which, might I add, was a grand feat, considering the shelves were overfilled with books. You had to really wedge them in.

"Hello there..." You smiled down at Umi, whose blue fur tickled your ankle.

Armin had let out a many sneezes because of the dust, but when Umi came he let out such a great sneeze that it scared her and she recoiled as if singed. You let out a big laugh.

"Sorry... the dust always gets to me. And I have a — a — ah — ah —" He nearly sneezed, " — ahllergies."

"Oh, how harrowing, Armin." You jokingly dramatized, meeting his eyes.

He looked up at you with a watery gaze, and blinked a few times to clear out the tears. Whenever you said his name, it had his heart levitating up to the clouds.

The two of you continued shelving books and bantering; you opened a book and hid behind it, and read lines from Shakespeare in a stupid voice to make him laugh.

And when Armin laughed, his grandfather looked over at the two of you. Wow, he hadn't heard him laugh like that in a long time.

You two took much longer than expected to put all the books away, but Armin didn't complain; it just meant he got more time with you, which is all he looked forward to every Friday.

After you bought the tattered book, you told Armin that you'd wait upstairs for him.

He squeaked out an 'okay!' and, as soon as you left, he reported to his grandfather about finishing work.

"Y/n helped me shelve the new arrivals... oh, but I forgot about the banisters..." Armin realized. He was supposed to sand down the wooden banister that Umi had gnawed to oblivion.

"Ah, do it another time." His grandfather dismissed.

"Really!" Armin's eyes glittered, "Thanks, pop!" He said, and quickly tore up the stairs to the cafe.

There was an antique mirror that hung alongside a collection of old war memorabilia and pictures; Armin stopped as soon as he caught his reflection, and grimaced a bit.

His bangs weren't sitting nicely, his night owl eyebags were very pronounced, his shirt collar was askew, and there were even bits of dryer lint clinging onto his sweater.

He didn't want to make you wait, so he very quickly neatened his appearance.

You caught a glimpse of him around the corner. If he knew that you could see him fussing over his hair, he would have died of embarrassment.

From the table you sat at, you watched as he combed down his bangs with his fingers, and then ruffled the tips. Then he frowned and did it again. He even checked his breath.

By the time he weaved through the tables to reach you, you were dissolving in quiet laughter behind your palm.

"What is it?" Armin asked innocently, sitting down in front of you. He dumped his satchel on the floor.

"Nothing... nothing." You waved your hand dismissively.

The golden light flooded the cafe, and there were scents of coffee and cake carrying into your lungs with each inhale. This small cafe was had the most pleasant feeling about it.

He was sat with his hands placed nervously on his knees. You noticed that he looked down a lot when talking, and that his one leg liked to bounce up and down energetically.

But when he drew his gaze up at you, the whole world stopped for a moment; the light at this hour hit his eyes at such a perfect angle that it revealed all the hidden, subtle colors that were swimming in his oceanic irises.

For a moment, Armin seemed too captivated by you to move. Then he suddenly reanimated himself.

"Oh, I forgot... I was going to mend your book." He remembered.

"Oh, right!" You hummed and pulled it out of your bag for him.

And so, for the rest of the evening, he mended the spine of your book and carefully glued the pages back into place.

His fingers were so careful and nimble, like he was handling a baby and not a book. At times, his brows furrowed together and he poked his tongue out in focus.

Laughter rippled down from the cafe loft into the bookstore like little waves, and it just made his grandfather smile up at where you two sat. He could see even from so far away how Armin's whole spirit brightened because of you.

#˗ˏˋ꒰ 📖 ꒱ Bookstore Boy #🐬Ocean Prince #shy!armin #nervous!armin #armin #armin arlert #armin aot #snk #aot #armin arlert x reader #armin is a cutie #armin x reader #armin oneshot #armin x you #armin x y/n #wholesome #cute #fluff #armin fluff #armin arlert x you

[cinnamonest]

Hi Lena!!

I have come to respectfully ask for some Crepus crumbs! I love your Mei Mei and Jie Jie series and I was wondering what it would be like if Crepus had like an illegitimate daughter (Daddy was a very busy man at the tavern [in more ways than one] sometimes...) and he decided to keep her all to himself!

Do you think her daily life would be more hectic, as she may have to follow Papa Ragnvindr around (because although Crepus trusts his sons [to an extent] he remembers what it was like being a horny pre-teen/teen...) for her own "safety"?

Or maybe he'd have a special room for her to stay in, where the boys can't get into, and she can't get out of. Maybe she's more capable than the boys (if she was raised by a nanny or a guardian from birth) or she understood more about the world than the boys?

Do you think he'd be more forceful with her because she doesn't fit into the ladylike mold that he expects from a noble girl? Or maybe he enjoys it because that way he has a reason to punish her!

I have so many thoughts about this and I'd love to hear your take on this!

Much love, and many thanks! Hope everything is going well for you and your loved ones, and if it isn't, then I hope it gets better from here!

— Syl 💙

YESSSS I do enjoy the thought of an alternative to "keeping darling completely unaware of the world" and instead letting her know that it's all taboo, but trying to win her over and convince her that it's good for her <3

(This made me think of [this tweet] I'm sharing bc it robbed me of my dignity at gunpoint and changed my life, it's from a protected account, but I got the artist's permission to share their account (account name is @ // grazhny (just the word without the spaces/dashes, it kept trying to tag a tumblr user) if you can't see it) and they will let you in if you have that you're over 18 in your bio! Their dad-daughter dynamic AU is immaculate but big warning that it's an aged up MHA AU, but like very explicitly and obviously aged up with a very curvaceous/larger figure, but I do know that still bothers some people and I think the artist also makes some more sensitive content for other media, please be respectful to them)

^This is 100000% Crepus, but I'll get to that in a moment.

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But also imagine the two exist in the same universe -- Daddy gets to keep his own girl to himself, and gets the two of them a girl too. Because yes, he does know exactly what being a hormone-addled young man is like, and for that reason he would not trust the two of them to be alone with you for even a second. He ends up buying a girl for the two of them was so that they would have an outlet of their own to exert their stress and teen boy hormones on, and thereby keep the two of them away from his own precious baby girl.

He prefers to keep you all separated. Let them have their little toy to ensure they stay away from you, but his attention is focused on you. Of course, the possessiveness of you he has is one thing, but besides, they're young and energetic and inexperienced, they would be so rough with you and he can't have that (although he seems to have no problem subjecting the poor girl he buys for them to that... just not his own).

You on the other hand are so very delicate, and your father treats you with all the gentleness you need. Most of the time, at least, provided you've been good, and provided he isn't especially frustrated.

He knows exactly how to pleasure you without having to be told, in ways you didn't even know you could feel. He takes his time, too, each session of yours can go on for hours. It's always an experience that leaves you exhausted, as the intensity that builds over time drains your energy when you finally do get to cum.

Most of the time, you stay by his side during the day, whenever he's home. He's a very work-focused and efficient man, so he usually lets you entertain yourself with books and the like while he works, but that doesn't mean he can't maybe take the occasional (read: daily) break to take you upstairs to your room and unwind a little before going back to working.

And that is your room, the one you share together. You can't remember exactly when, but a while back he started insisting that you stay in his room with him to sleep, so now a lot of your clothes and the like are in there. You still do have a room that is separately yours, but now the only time you ever go in there is to get some other clothes or items out of storage, which is basically what the room has turned into.

But sometimes, he has to take care of very important matters away somewhere that you can't really come to. On those days, he ensures that the servants and maids are told to keep careful watch over you, to make sure you have things to do, and to check on you often. He knows how you are... you might get some dumb idea like leaving out the window and going running off, and he can't have that.

You get conditioned to start to anticipate him coming home at the end of the day, on the days where he has to go off the estate grounds. You can feel yourself getting all... tingly whenever you know he'll be home soon.

And he knows that. Smiles when you run over to him and throw your arms around him when he comes through the door, puts an arm under your thighs and picks you up as well, kisses your mouth. Ah, I missed you too.

He always works you to the point of desperation first, using his fingers and his mouth. His hands run over your body so gently, feather-light touches that make you arch your back to meet them without even realizing it. He stretches you out with with fingers, takes your nipples into his mouth, lets you melt in the pleasure of it until you cum at least once. That's his policy, actually, he likes how sensitive your insides get, so he ensures you cum at least once before he would even think about sliding into you. And even then, he's always murmuring sweet words into your ear, holding you close, rutting into you at just the perfect angle.

And when you're done, he's so, so soft, so sweet, always kisses your forehead and rubs up and down your back. Always gets you a warm bath, has maids bring up some food for you.

That doesn't mean he's never rough. Sometimes he has his bad days, you know? Dealing with people can be frustrating sometimes, especially in business and financial matters. Sometimes he just needs to come home at the end of a long day to a very warm welcome, and take out all that stress. Still, he warns you ahead of time. It's been a difficult day, angel... you'll forgive me if I'm a bit rough with you, won't you? And you always smile and nod.

You actually like it a bit, really, those days where he moves a bit faster, each touch is more firm, he pins your hands above your head and fucks you with enough intensity that you can only hear the sound of skin smacking skin in your ears as your mind goes numb. Likewise, he's always sweet afterwards, apologetic even, making sure you're okay and asking if it was too much for you.

In fact, he's even sweet -- albeit firm -- when you've done something wrong. He will let a lot of things slide, especially if you give him apologies and that sad-eyed look that makes his heart melt. So if he's mad enough to not let the matter go, you know you're really, truly screwed up. He doesn't lose his temper, doesn't yell. He speaks firmly, deep-voiced and serious in tone, but it's enough to make you shake like a leaf, as you know he only gets like that if he's really upset.

Even if he does have to punish you though, even then, he'll still hold you while you cry, rub up and down your back to comfort you. It's only because I care so much about you. That's what he always says. If he didn't care, he'd just let you do what you want. It's only because he loves you so much that he has to make sure you don't repeat your mistakes.

He always calls you sweet pet names. Angel. Sweetheart. Darling. Always buys you whatever you want without question, you've never been told no when you pass by something in a store in town and point to it with a smile on your face. Your room is filled with cute things, even some of which you've never really worn or used. Can you blame him? He just can't resist those soft eyes you give him. Sure, some say he's spoiling you, but is that so bad? She only deserves the best, he always says.

On that note, he invests in your education to an extent, as a part of ensuring you have the all-around best life you can. Just enough so that you feel accomplished and intelligent, but not enough that you're ever stressed or burdened. Most of it focuses on geography and social studies to learn about the world you live in, as well as a good deal of literature studies, rather than anything complex or mathematical. He hires a private tutor who stays a few hours a day... and may or may not also serve as a supervisor to ensure you don't have any interactions he wouldn't want, or that you don't leave. It's important for you to have the chance to flourish and expand your intelligence, but at the same time, you don't really need to know all that much, when all you do is stay home and essentially do whatever you want. You don't need to do any chores or the like, either, you're far too fragile and delicate for that.

But this also means that you can't do anything strenuous even if you want to. No intense physical activity, especially outside. He always reminds you of that, you're fragile. It's too much for you. Just stay inside, do the short little lessons you're given, read a book or something.

As part of his efforts to give you the best life you can have, and his general adoration of you, he actually does let you have friends. Pre-approved friends, that is, some other local girls your age that he's been arranging times for you to hang out with since you were small, knowing their parents and all.

Usually, he insists they all come to visit you (while he's there to supervise, of course), but if you ask nicely, he will let a servant escort you into town to go spend time doing fun little things as you all like to do. Nothing bad, though. If you ever come home drunk or get arrested or anything of the sort, that will be the end of that privilege, and he makes that very clear. And no boys, either.

See, one thing he decided on early on for you is that you should know. He tells you outright. That a lot of people would think that the things you do together are bad, that they would be very angry at him should anyone find out you have your time together. It's not normal, not for the vast majority of people. That's why you can't tell your friends about any of that.

Not that it's actually bad, no, of course not. Most people out there just have very twisted ideas of what's okay and not okay, and try and enforce what they like and don't like on other people. How bothersome, isn't it? But you know better, he says. You know that he loves you and that that's why he wants to show you how much he does. You know how good it feels, you know that he makes you cum over and over, and nothing that feels so good could really be bad, right? Besides, some other boy wouldn't put in the same amount of effort, would never be able to make you feel as good anyway.

That doesn't stop some from developing crushes on you, though. Your friends end up bringing guys with them to your get-togethers, so you do meet some of them, but... Daddy wouldn't be mad, right? You didn't know ahead of time they'd be there. It's not your fault. You don't mention it to him... just in case.

You end up becoming friends with them, too. Some of these guys are really nice, they're not at all the sex-crazed, aggressive degenerates Daddy told you all boys were. You think some of them like you.

And that becomes the problem.

Your Father comes home one afternoon, greets you as usual, and goes to look over all the letters and other mail that arrived at the house that day, which the maids always leave for him on his desk. Flipping through each, most of it is pointless stuff that servants can deal with... and then he stops on one envelope in particular. Stares for a moment. Opens it up. His eyes scan over it. You see his expression change, his eyes narrow. You tilt your head and ask him what's wrong.

When he looks up at you, his expression only worsens. You feel uneasy.

What is this?

You're not sure. You say exactly that. His eyes seem to analyze your face, trying to determine if you're telling the truth.

Why did some boy write you a love letter?

And who is this anyway? It's addressed to you. He lets you read it yourself. Your face feels hot as you do, the contents being all basically a confession of feelings, and more notably, asking to meet with you. One of those boys your friends bring around with them.

You shake your head, insist you have never given this boy a reason to do this. You stutter as you explain that your friends brought him -- but I didn't know they'd be there! So you insist when you see him getting visibly more upset. You try your best to explain.

He stops you, puts a hand over your mouth to quiet your rambling and stuttering.

He understands. You just didn't want to upset your friends, right? Still, you should have told him... but he can let this go. He'll have to have a talk with your friends' parents to make sure that they will only meet here at the estate in the future, so he can approve who comes and who doesn't.

But he still wants to meet all of them, lets you get together one more time.

He is a possessive man, you see. The moment he finds out that his sweet little girl has some... unsavory, degenerate boy crushing on her, he knows he has to do something about it.

Yes, the very next time, he insists on meeting all of them, but after asking ahead of time what the problematic one in particular looks like, you can see your Father focus in on him, keeps his eyes on him all the while. Seeing this little brat who has the audacity to think you would ever want him with his own two eyes. The tension is unbearable. Being on the receiving end of your father's glares sounds terrifying, you can only watch as the poor boy nervously fidgets and looks at the floor.

Still, Daddy is so fun and sociable, all your other friends seem to enjoy him being there, even if he is basically a much older adult sitting in on your conversations. Most of them -- besides the one -- don't seem to mind at all.

Your friends can all stay overnight, too. There's two guests rooms, all the guys can be in one and girls in the other... but you, you'll still stay with him, won't you?

You almost get this sinking feeling in your stomach, like there's something about to happen that you don't understand. But your Father wouldn't do anything bad, right? He just wants to spend time with you like usual. You'll just have to be very quiet.

And you are. You bite your lip, hold back the noises as best as you can when he bounces you up and down on his cock. Sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the door, keeping you in his lap, arms hooked under your knees and pulling your legs back so your thighs touch your chest.

You're so very nervous, since he wrapped a blindfold over your eyes. He likes doing that sometimes, says you're so cute when you're all surprised by being unable to see what's coming. So you think nothing of it, but the feeling of being unable to see is unnerving nonetheless, especially with people in the next room over.

It's for the best that you don't see that the door is cracked open, just enough to see inside. It's best you don't know Daddy went out of his way to take some of that awful boy's belongings and put them back in the main hall so that he'd think he left it behind and go to grab it. That you don't see as he passes by the door, turns his head at the noise, doing a double take before his eyes go wide and his jaw drops open.

His eyes scan your body, the way your legs are spread open, your father's cock visibly buried inside you, all perfectly on display. The way Daddy has his mouth locked to yours... the way his eyes open just ever so slightly, the way they lock eyes, the way the corner's of your father's mouth slowly upturn into a smirk. The way the boy tenses up, runs off as fast and quietly as he can.

Yes, it's for the best you don't know about any of that. You'd just be embarrassed, and worried. Father knows better -- no one would ever believe the boy, and they both know that. The message is clear enough: back off.

All you know is that the boy stops trying to contact you after that night. You guess he must have moved on. It's all for the best, so that you can continue to spend your days blissfully unaware, having fun and never having a care in the world, enjoying yourself and the easy life you have.

Oh, but sometimes you hear some rather... almost violent noises coming from the other room downstairs, the one you're not allowed to go into. Gagging and choking and squeals and whimpers and cries, very loud at that. You see one of those two boys that Daddy tells you not to talk to go into the room, and soon after there's the distinct sounds of wet squelching, skin meeting skin, the bed creaking, almost a minute or two after they enter. Which is unfathomable to you, who is so spoiled with the way Daddy works you for at least half an hour first. Repetitive harsh smacking sounds of leather or wood or skin swatting bare flesh, and while Daddy does punish you if you've been especially bad, it's never that many swats, and only rarely, not nearly as often.

But Daddy says to ignore all that, so you do. You just say a quick prayer of thanks to the archons that that's not you.

#daughter!darling listening to meimei getting her holes demolished for the 7th time that day at 2 am like 😬😬 #in.tg #.meimei #since shes mentioned so #lena's asks

[semperama]

10 and 18 🙏🙏🙏

Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

To me, if I said a piece of writing "haunted" me, it would just mean that I cannot stop thinking about it/am obsessed with it to an unreasonable or unsettling degree, and yeah, that happens to me with other people's writing all the time!! Both with published fiction and also with fanfic. It's so basic of me, but I definitely felt that way after reading The Secret History by Donna Tartt, and also My Brilliant Friend by Elena Ferrante. And probably others too, but those are the two books that first come to mind when it comes to things that consumed my every waking thought for days after I read them.

For my own writing, hmm. I feel like when I'm haunted by my own writing, it's only during the writing process, and it has a more negative connotation. I often get this feeling where I'm obsessed with the world and the idea of what I'm writing, but when I'm in that phase, I'm usually failing at actually putting words on the page, probably BECAUSE I'm overthinking. I'll lay awake at night drowning myself in little scenarious, but never actually write them down, or when I try to write them down, they don't live up to my imagination. That's a bad place to be!! As fun as it is to be consumed by something like that, I definitely don't do my best work when it's happening.

Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

Oh dear!! I'm so bad at these commentary things, mostly because, as I hinted at above, I think I do my best writing when I'm not thinking too hard about it, so it's often hard for me to go back and talk about how I came up with things or my thought process behind it, because...ideally I wasn't having too many thoughts! But I guess I'll attempt to talk about the opening paragraphs of A Praise Chorus:

Max gives him a birthday card. The envelope is blue, and Daniel thumbs it open carefully to find a picture of two cats in party hats and a hand-scrawled message inside about how he’s over the hill. He laughs and pulls Max into a hug, his mind racing a mile a minute about how—It’s weird, right? It’s so weird. The only people who send him cards anymore are his parents. No one else here got him anything. A lot of them have probably already forgotten it’s his birthday, too focused on their own plans for the weekend, getting laid or getting high.

“Thanks, man,” he says, squeezing Max’s shoulder as they break apart. He can’t look him in the eye. Something itches between his shoulder blades, where Max’s palm rested for maybe a second too long. “Let’s get a drink, huh?”

“I got it,” Max says. Daniel scoffs and waves him off, but later he catches Max slipping a credit card into the hand of a passing waiter. He’s a fucking kid, not even 20 for a couple more months, not even through his second year of F1, and Daniel can afford to buy his own bottles. But Max catches his eye and gives a thumbs up, two bright spots of red high on his cheeks that Daniel would think were sunburn if he didn’t know better.

So, I've recently talked about how the idea of the birthday card saved this fic, because I was totally lost about how to begin it when I first started writing. I originally was trying to open the fic with Max doing the shoey, but I think the reason it wasn't working is because that wouldn't freak Daniel out enough. Which is a weird thing to say about a guy drinking champagne from a shoe, but ultimately I think that's the kind of thing a guy can shrug off as just guys being dudes, you know? Whereas showing up to a San Tropez birthday party with a card of all things is just uncanny enough to send Daniel into a crisis, lol.

I think the part where Max insists on paying for the drinks really drives it home, because again, it'd be totally normal for your buddy-pal to insist on buying you drinks on your birthday, but since Daniel is already off-kilter, it takes on a different kind of meaning for him. I think it sets the tone for the rest of the fic, where Daniel starts to question what's normal and what's not and what it is he's actually feeling. The road to untangling his denial had to start with something he couldn't deny--the birthday card and how it made him feel--and then suddenly it became harder for him to cope with even normal friend stuff.

I hope all that rambling made sense, ahaha. Like I said, I'm bad at this!!

#writing asks

[someonelookingpraediti]

Illumicrate Unboxing

Live Like Legends March 2023

I was so excited when this theme was announced - a completely fandom neutral box based entirely around Greek Mythology?! I love the idea, and actually I'm pretty pleased with the box. However, it isn't what I was imagining, and I think Illumicrate could have done better with this one.

With a Greek Mythology theme, I was anticipating a really cohesive box, and I was sort of thinking it would be a gold and cream colour scheme - and that all the items would look like they'd been designed to fit together. That's just not what we got, we got the usual Illumicrate mishmash of colour and design.

Interestingly, FairyLoot have recently also announced a fandom-neutral Greek Mythology box, which will drop in May. So it's going to be very interesting to see if they improve on this idea!

The featured book is "Lies we Sing to the Sea" by Sarah Underwood. There's been a bit of discouraging talk around this book, which absolutely put me off from buying it, and makes me very dubious about reading it too. This is an Odyssey retelling - and the author openly admits she didn't read the Odyssey! I don't like to rely on second hand information, so I did go looking for the infamous interview, thinking perhaps that in fact she'd read abridgements and just hadn't read the full translation. Which would be understandable, even though I do believe research is an important part of writing. However, she genuinely said that the Odyssey was too long, and that she knew about Greek Mythology because it's in kids' books like Percy Jackson. She wrote this because, apparently, she saw a gap in the market for Greek retellings. Seriously. I really don't have any interest in an author who doesn't genuinely care about their subject matter - writing should be a passion. But, book choice aside - this is a brilliant special edition! This exclusive is a hundred times better than the original design - there's so much gold foiling! It's got beautiful sprayed edges, foiling on the hardcase, and incredible artwork endpapers, one of which also includes the author signature.

The first item is a teapot! What an incredible item, I was so excited when I unboxed this! My first thought on seeing the outer box was that it was a ceramic mug, then when I saw the word "teapot" on the outside, I couldn't get it out the box fast enough! This is a tiny cute little single-cup teapot - I think this is supposed to go with the collection of Greek mythology cup-and-saucers they've done, although unfortunately I only have one of those. But it's a beautiful item, featuring Mount Olympus on one side, and the Underworld on the other!

The next item is a book pot. I've only got one other pot from this collection, the art history one, and they go for a bomb on eBay. I don't know why I like these so much, because there's only so many of these you can use, but they're just so gorgeous, I'd gladly have a dozen of them! This one is orange, so both the colour and the theme go great with my decor - I'm thrilled!

Next is a sticker sheet. It's not exactly what I'd want from a Greek mythology sticker sheet - I'd have liked plain cream or ivory stickers, with gold foiling outlines and detailing - I think this would have been really striking. And I'd definitely want them to be less cartoonish. Stickers based on classic Grecian pottery designs would have been way better! Still, I enjoyed trying to match each sticker to the myth it was based on, and some of them are really cute, I'll definitely use them.

The last item is a lunch bag, inspired by the Underworld. This is the only item that lets the box down a bit. It's not particularly good quality, which is a shame. However, the design is really nice, and I do use a lunch bag at work during the summer, so it's a useful item to get!

This is a really good box, I like every item, and the book (despite not being one I wanted) has some great customisations. I just think they could have done more with the theme. I'll be really interested to see how FairyLoot do with the same theme in a couple of months!

#unboxing #illumicrate #live like legends #lies we sing to the sea #sarah underwood

[mysilentnightshipping]

4, 32, & 33 for James?? ;)) - @isabelinlove

bless you @isabelinlove and your skill of choosing the best questions to ask

4. First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?

hmmm. i think for me it was a sort of intrigue, instead of letting him just pass by like everyone else. he caught my attention, that's for sure. i thought of him as very fancy and sharp. sort of witty in a way i enjoy, but contained, too. like he felt and thought a lot more than what he showed. he was also extremely posh and because of that he came across as annoying a lot lmao. but i let that slide in the beginning because i didn't feel like i could tease him about it quite just yet.

james thought of me as surprisingly and casually really smart, i sort of helped him out with a mission during our first few meetings and he was impressed by me for sure, even if he didn't admit it at first. he thought i was very pretty, too, obviously :PP he liked how our humor matched and how we sort of connected really easily despite being totally different in terms of our work, our background, etc. he also liked how passionate i was about my research and just about fiction and books in general.

32. Do they ever get into trouble? Is it serious, or are they just mischievous?

trouble is probably james' second name or something. but if you exclude his work... he could be pretty chill. emphasis on the COULD. he wants to lay low whenever he can but unfortunately he isn't very good at it. trouble finds him often, and it's usually pretty serious.

i on the other hand, love a good little shenanigan and i'm pretty damn nosy with a meddling streak so... trouble happens. but it's definitely way more casual than his. unless i accidentally discover something related to his job, then it could get very serious. but i try to steer clear of that. UNLESS (x2) it concerns him specifically. then i want to know and help him out, no matter the trouble.

33. What kind of presents do they get each other? Do they only do it on special occasions?

if we talk about more casual presents, i give him a lot of food and baked goods. don't tell anyone, but the man has the BIGGEST sweet tooth. he refuses to admit it but he always gets visibly cheered up when i bake him something or get a treat from the bakery. i also buy him socks a lot. sometimes goofy ones with some kind of silly pattern on them. sometimes he brings me trinkets and souvenirs from his missions, if he has the time to get something.

as for the bigger presents, like birthday/christmas/anniversary ones, i like to think he has a very nice watch collection that i expand often haha. meanwhile i collect fountain pens and in turn he can always buy me one of those and be certain i'll be happy with it. we both get books and records for each other, he gets me plants, i get him fancy booze. we're both really easy to please in terms of presents (especially him, i feel like he silently really enjoys getting presents and is grateful for anything i get him).

#self shipping #self ship #gunpowder and ink #AH i loved writing these thank youuuuuuuuuu xoxoxo #ask #isabelinlove

[obsiomamaryjoy2000]

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Empathy Map

Secondhand Bookseller -situation; Hard to find buyers and sell secondhand books to them

Secondhand Book buyer -situation; Want to buy cheaper books to save money.

Instrument

The target markets/interviews are required to respond through messenger chat, and interview face-to-face. We prepare two questionnaires, each questionnaire containing seven questions that address the main points outlined in the Empathy map. One questionnaire is intended for target market #1, while the other one is target market #2.

Results for the Interview

Questions Target Market #1 :

What do you need to do to find buyers and sell secondhand books to them?

Answers:

Online selling and online transactions.

Post it in social media accounts or group pages.

To find buyers and sell secondhand books by meet them with negotiable price.

Asking random students (survey) to post on social media.

SUMMARY: To find buyers, they use social media and personal networks to advertise and sell their secondhand books at negotiable prices.

2. What do you see or experience when you try selling your secondhand books to potential buyers?

Answers:

So tiring and shy to sell books. But it teaches me to not mind other's opinions.

It's really time-consuming when I'm finding buyers. Plus, I still have a lot of other things to do so it's not easy to schedule my time in selling secondhand books as a student.

It was a great experience to sell my second-hand book to the freshmen since they surely needed the book that I had used. And they said it was an advantage for them to have the book for future reference because it was the one the teacher was using.

I've tried selling my secondhand books so many times and it has been a big help to me especially to my buyers.

When trying to sell secondhand books, you might experience a range of responses from potential buyers, such as inquiries about book conditions, negotiations on price, and the satisfaction of finding interested buyers.

Nothing significant experience at all.

I feel thankful that they actually bought the book even though it's a secondhand book.

A number of variables, including the book's quality, popularity, price, and target market, must be carefully taken into account while trying to sell used books to potential customers. The likelihood of finding an interested buyer and negotiating a price can be improved by being aware of these elements and changing the sales strategy accordingly.

Summary: When selling, they experience fatigue and time constraints, but also occasional success and satisfaction in finding interested buyers.

3. What do you say about “Preloved Book Bridger”, a business in CMU that provides service by helping you sell your secondhand books at no money cost?

Answers:

Very thankful and happy.

It will be a godsend.

It was actually a great idea. It was already conducted by the JPIA officers to connect buyers and sellers of books which was convenient for everyone.

It would be a great help if such a service is provided here at CMU.

I'm not aware of a specific business in CMU that provides such services, as my knowledge is up to September 2021.

Thankful

Good

There are alternate possibilities available both online and offline, despite the fact that Central Mindanao University does not have a specialized firm that offers services to assist people in selling their used books for free. These possibilities consist of utilizing web resources, taking part in regional occasions or fairs, and contacting nearby bookshops. It is advised to consider several options while evaluating each one's viability in light of the specifics of the situation.

Summary: They are thankful for services like "Preloved Book Bridger".

4. What do you usually do when you're not selling secondhand books?

Answers:

Leisure time for relaxation.

If I have time to relax, I'll gladly do it. But usually, I have a lot of tasks as a student so that's what I usually do.

The books just stay in my cabinet.

Just let the books pile up in my room.

Engage in various activities like reading, working, or pursuing other hobbies.

Standby

Do school activities.

Kung di ko makabaligya og libro, ang akong main focus jud is maka learn sa tapos e analyze ang data in a statistical og logical way, kung unsay angay og di angay buhaton og unsaon pag improve para malutas ang problema.

Summary: When not selling books, they engage in various activities, primarily related to their studies.

5. What do you hear from others about the act of selling secondhand books?

Answers:

I hear from others discouraging other people to not buying my books because of their assumptions that it being bad quality.

They say things like my secondhand books are not of the best quality so it's not a good business but based on my experience, it's not as bad as I heard from others.

It was a good idea to sell to have income as a student.

They said that it helps them save more money than actually buying a brand-new one.

People often share their experiences with selling secondhand books, including success stories, challenges, and the importance of presenting books in good condition.

Interesting

Interesting

Naay negative og positive sides nga akoang kagadunggan sa mga gabaligya og gapalit og secondhand books. Ang negative kay dili mahalinan ang mga sellers kay kasagara daw sa cheaper books according sa customers is cheap pud ang cover, designs, flow sa information sa book og uban pa nga gakakita sa book pero ang positive side is kagahalinan ang ubang gapamaligya ani kay ang underrated daw nga mga book or kanang books nga wala nakagain og popularity sa mga tao, mao daw kuno na ang mga nindot og context

Summary: People have mixed opinions about buying secondhand books, citing concerns about quality and cost savings.

6. What do you get from selling secondhand books?

Answers:

Other than profit, it makes me happy to help others save their money when they buy my books.

Other than profit, it makes me feel accomplished since I can finally reduce the space I consume in my room.

Aside from income I met new friends, which is my potential buyer.

I earn money by doing that and it adds up to my allowance.

By selling secondhand books, you can gain extra income, free up space in your home, and help others find affordable reading material.

Maybe it can no longer be helpful to me, but for others, it may be helpful to get books at a cheap price.

Help me gain extra income and help others to save their money.

Daghag benefits sa pagbaligya og books such as makakuha og compliments sa akong nabuhat, akong positivity og akong dedication sa tanang aspect as a seller. Also, possible pud nga makagain og popularity nga mas maka affect sa akoang willingness nga mag strive pa og e improve pa ang akong works. Sa pov pud sa buyer, dako pud kaayo nag impact sa ila especially those people who love books.

Summary: Selling secondhand books brings them income, space-saving, and new friends.

7. What are your pains in selling secondhand books?

Answers:

So tiring and shy to sell books.

Hard to find buyers and time-consuming.

It’s not really pain but just some obstacles like in a normal market, there are many competitors/sellers.

So far, there’s none.

Some common pains in selling secondhand books include dealing with negotiating prices, and the effort required to list and manage book sales.

It's enough for me to let it go, but I know it will surely help others.

Some of the buyers beg to lower the price even if it is low enough.

Kung pains, usa na ang mga tawo nga dili maka appreciate sa akoang works and that's okay. We can't force people, as long as makashare ko sa akong passion okay na na sa ako. Secondly, ang gasto. printing book is so expensive, sa ink and pages pa lang daan mahal na, how much more if apil na ang cover? But it doesn't matter as long as you love doing what you're doing, it really doesn't matter.

Summary: Their pains in selling books include tiredness, difficulties in finding buyers, and sometimes having to lower prices, but they also note the importance of book quality and pricing strategies.

DOCUMENTATION

Questions Target Market #2:

1. What do you need to do to find and buy a secondhand book for your own needs?

Answers:

I usually go to online shops but the quality of the books on display is really doubtful since I can't know the condition of the books directly.

Buy a secondhand book that I need and save money instead of purchasing a new one that has a higher price.

To find and buy cheaper books for personal needs, you can explore options such as secondhand bookstores, online marketplaces, and library sales.

Find them online during the discount time.

Posting on social media and finding a person who actually sells a cheaper book to save my money

Summary: They find and buy secondhand books from various sources, such as online shops, during discounts, or through social media posts from sellers.

2. What are the types of books you currently need to read right now?

Answers:

Academic books that are part of my college subjects this year.

The Contemporary World

The types of books I currently need to read depend on my interests and goals, which can vary from academic to self-help, or any other genre.

“Enhance your grammar” book, maybe.

Books that are related to businesses

Summary: The types of books they currently need range from academic to self-help or business-related.

3. What do you say about “Preloved Book Bridger”, a business that sells secondhand books in CMU?

Answers:

It's great.

Great idea, secondhand books are student-friendly price.

I'm not aware of a specific business selling secondhand books in CMU.

Great.

Nice

Summary: Their opinions about businesses selling secondhand books are generally positive, appreciating affordable options.

4. What do you usually do when you're not searching and buying secondhand books?

Answers:

As a student, I use my time to do assignments and study for exams. But if there's not, I want to play video games.

Mag search online

When I'm not searching for cheaper books, I may be engaged in other activities like work, leisure, or spending time with family and friends.

Online searching

Nothing special

Summary: When not searching for books, they focus on academic activities, leisure, work, or family time.

5. What do you hear from others about businesses that sell secondhand objects, specifically, books?

Answers:

I heard from others that they're poor quality but I don't mind as long I bought the book at a cheaper price.

Maybe the seller really needs money to sell secondhand books.

People often share their opinions on businesses that sell secondhand books, discussing aspects like book quality, pricing, and the overall experience.

Thankful

The damaged quality of the products.

Summary: Opinions about businesses selling secondhand objects, particularly books, are varied, with some concerns about product quality.

6. What do you get from buying secondhand books?

Answers:

It saves money

Saves money. Original books kay mas mahal.

Buying cheaper-than-original books can lead to cost savings, allowing you to purchase more books or allocate your budget.

Poor quality

Saving money

Summary: Buying secondhand books saves them money, but some acknowledge concerns about quality.

7. What are your pains in searching and buying secondhand books?

Answers:

None so far.

Cheap quality

Some common challenges in searching for and buying cheaper-than-original books include limited availability of specific titles, concerns about book condition, and the time spent hunting for deals.

Poor quality

The quality is poor.

Summary: The challenges in searching for and buying secondhand books include issues related to quality and availability.

DOCUMENTATION

Empathy Map

Lesson Learned:

From October 9 to 13, we make the Empathy Map Activity. We had to first identify our target market and request permission to conduct an interview at their convenience, offering alternative platforms if the interviews preferred not to have a one-on-one face-to-face interview. This taught us the need to be patient and flexible because some people are exceptionally busy, especially when midterms are approaching. We learned to adjust our plans to accommodate their schedules and needs. Therefore, we the group members are helping each other to accommodate the number of students to reach the answer that we need for our target market.

[jocy-diaries]

04.19.2022

My stomach hurts so bad. I knew I Monday that my stomach hurt because I had drunk too much so I should lay off the alcohol but it'd been two days and I'm still hurting... Not fair. No way it's still caps, I don't have them for so long usually. Aaaah this sucks.

On the other hand, I got the books I ordered today~ Those 'One Fine Day' books remind me of my childhood summers in Kansas~ I can't wait for the second one to be available so I can buy it.

Also... I'm talking to my friend's ex again, which is weird. I thought we stopped talking half a year ago but he messaged me a month after that and I didn't see it since I deleted the messaging app. .... So yeah, we're talking again. I think he knows not to flirt with me now though. I hope so at least...

Also! I had a dream last night about OFMD since I've I've seeing stuff about it so much but I haven't actually watched it, and I was a vampire with a bunch of other girls on Black Beard's crew. I'm making a Dhampire pirate (dhampirate if you will) character in DnD to make this a bit of a reality.

Wednesday

I'm getting worse at remembering my dreams. Like, a lot worse. If I don't write it down somewhere when I wake up it's gone thirty minutes later. I really hate it, but I also can't keep writing down all of the details... It's so frustrating.

Thursday

:D I found a grey hair in my head this morning!!! It's literally just a single strand but I got so excited~ I don't really think I'll live to be old but I I hope I get to see my hair turn grey. I. Gonna look cool af.

Also. Woke up with a headache and bad dreams today. You'd think I drank a lot before going to bed but no, just took some Melatonin. Making my characters sacrifices is good and interesting, but me being the sacrifice is actually quite terrifying.

Sunday

So many fucking dreams tonight..

Yesterday it was white lily related. Where the person growing white lilies and their village were happy and loved the lilies but everyone outside of the village hated the white lily seller because white lilies represented death and highlighted Graves and funerals.

Then today I was a chosen vessel for an entity and it was a cushy gig because all I had to do was wear a special robe to ceremonies that were like concerts bit one time I put it in the wash and forgot about it so I freaked out and my roommate wasn't any help so I went looking for my robe. Then the scene shifts and I'm in early 1900s America as a black person trying to sneak around and not be found but I am found and bought by this religious enthusiast who is technically nice but in an 'I own you' way so I hate him and he beings me to a voodoo ceremony to get initiated over something and that magic was intense. How could I forget the most traumatizing parts of the dream? The first part was a race through a maze like mall and the government released zombies behind us. We had to hide and keep going to not die. I was with my youngest sister and at one point she actually did die because of a test we had to go through. Then a lady followed me through a mall to sign me up for another test experiment and this time it was a battle royal against five other people and the last one alive wins. I didn't want to keep going so I asked to leave, and then got taken to a different dream where someone made a really complicated salmon recipe and I had to help set a large table for people. Gosh now I'm exhausted.

#dear diary #april 2022 #04.19.2022 #dream

[anordinarymuse]

could you make a pregnant reader with kaz? like idc if its fluff or angst just something with that man please he is killing me

this isn't the most canon but i thought it'd be so cute asdlfkj

hats.

Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader

Summary : pregnant reader fluff

Warnings : husband/wife roles (husband!kaz + wife!reader); pregnant reader; unedited.

Word Count : 549

A/N : how many requests can i write today? idk as many as possible rip i feel bad that i'm not fast at writing.

the masterlist.

request here.

You sit on the couch sipping on your tea while reading a book. Your head whips up when the front door of the flat opens.

Kaz enters looking reasonable as usual, however along with the brown bags filled with groceries he also holds a sleek black bag in one hand.

"Did you buy ice cream?" You ask peering over to try and get a good look into the paper bags, even from afar.

"Yes, vanilla, right?" He begins putting away the groceries in the pantry.

"No, I wanted chocolate," you sarcastically complain, groaning, pushing yourself off the sofa. You crack your neck before inspecting the ice cream.

"Wait, what?" He whirls around with wide eyes, staring down at a pint of vanilla ice scream. He then looks back up at you with a genuine flicker of fear running through your eyes.

"Just joking," you assure giggling as you grab a spoon and bowl, "Yeah I wanted vanilla. Chocolate ice cream is disgusting,"

"Oh," he lets out a sigh of relief before resuming to putting away the rest of the groceries.

"Do you want some?" You ask before closing the cupboards, holding your spoon and bowl in one hand.

"I'll have a little," he decides after a split second, grabbing the ice cream scooper. Every time you looked at it it made you grin because you remember how you had fought to buy it. Kaz thought it was impractical you were convinced it was necessary.

You bring the spoons and bowls to the breakfast table, letting out a tiring sigh as you sit down in the wooden chair that creaks under your and the baby's weight.

Kaz drops a scoop of ice cream in your bowl as you ask, "What's in there?" Staring at the black bag that sits across from you.

"It's for the baby," he replies plainly as he moves to sit beside you.

"For the baby?" You brow furrows as you take a big bite of vanilla ice cream. What could he have gotten? "What'd you get?"

Kaz leans back in his chair to grab the bag from the island counter before handing it to you. As soon as it's in your possession he goes back to eating his ice cream. Kaz was strange about ice cream. He took small bites and always waited for the ice cream to melt completely before taking another bite.

You reach your hand into the black bag to pull out a black hat. Correction, a small black hat. A small black hat that matches the one on the table right next to Kaz's ice cream bowl.

"Kaz-" you start, your eyes beaming at the ridiculously hilarious purchase.

"You don't like it?" Kaz frowns. When you look up at him you realize that his purchase had been entirely serious, and was not up for jokes.

"No, I- it's really cute," you stifle a giggle, examining the tiny black felt fedora.

"When me and the baby walk down the street together, we'll match," he cracks a small smile while taking his last bite of ice cream.

"That is right. You will match," you assure, letting out a happy sigh. You set the tiny hat next to Kaz's big one on the table, you tilt your head as you stare at the unexpected sight.

**********

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[ladydaemon]

SICK DAYS

kaz brekker x female! reader

A/N: Yes, I realize how cliché and very non-Kaz this is. I tried my best guys, but I am in the mood for fluff and only fluff so yeah.

Summary: After a night in the rain, Y/N has a cold and it's up to Kaz to take care of her, a difficult task indeed.

Warnings: swearing, really horrible writing, not proofread writing, just me spitting out Words™ at three in the morning

Dangerous assassins do not need sick days.

It was an extremely hypocritical thought, and Y/N knew it. She thought the thought anyway, because at this point, there seemed to be no aspect in her life that was not fueled entirely by spite.

"Please, for the love of the Saints, go to sleep, Y/N," Inej begged, forcing the woman back onto the bed. "You are sick. You need rest."

"I do not need rest, I need caffeine and waffles," the wheezing woman replied stubbornly, trying to get past Inej, who was blocking the doorway of her room. The Slat, usually thundering with noise and chatter, was silent as the grave - it was one of the rare days in Ketterdam where it was sunny, and everyone was either out enjoying the weather or enjoying pickpocketing someone who was enjoying the weather. "I am a grown-ass woman who also happens to be very good at using the bang-bang machines we call guns so please move aside, I need fresh air."

It was arguably entirely Y/N's fault that she was stuck inside in the first place - first, she had stayed out in the rain too long, despite Kaz's numerous protests. Second, she had, in a grave act of stupidity, gone down for breakfast the next morning. Normally, this would not have been a problem. However, on this particular day, her eyes were red and swollen and itchy and her lungs hurt and it was generally very obvious that she had a cold.

These were the deciding factors which led to her ultimate demise:

House arrest.

Though the fact that she was notorious for her spontaneous, impulsive, reckless, throw-caution-to-the-wind nature (along with the fact that Kaz, from multiple bad experiences he would rather not repeat, knew that she had nearly no self-preservation skills) probably had something to with it.

Also she apparently needed a chaperone. Which was probably a good idea, but Y/N wasn't about to admit that anytime soon.

"You are seventeen and you have a window, darling," the smooth voice of one Kaz Brekker, the devil himself, interrupted Y/N's feeble excuse of an escape.

"But Kaz," Y/N whined, pouting. Inej gave the man an exasperated look as if to say, See what I've been dealing with?

"Darling, you'll only have to stay here longer if you don't try and get better."

"Still."

Kaz, lips twitching in a very non-Kaz way, turned to Inej. "You can go. I suppose I'll play nursemaid."

The Wraith chucked darkly, already stepping out Y/N's window. "Good luck with that."

As soon as she had climbed out the room and was well out of earshot, Kaz turned on his heel and walked out. Y/N, thoroughly confused, took a second to contemplate whether this act was meant that she was officially free, or that she was supposed to follow him. Her question was answered a moment later when he called out, not sparing her a backwards glance, "Are you coming?"

She sighed dejectedly, following him up the stairs to hid room. With a flamboyant and smug bow, he opened the door for her. "Ladies first."

She rolled her eyes at him but entered the room nonetheless. Kaz closed the door behind him and strode heavily to his desk, taking the time to shuffle and order some papers. Y/N stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure as to what in the hell she was supposed to do. Kaz flicked his eyes up to her and jerked his head towards the black-sheeted bed that occupied almost a fourth of the room.

She stared at it for a moment. "You want me to sleep. On your bed. While you watch." It came out more an incredulous statement than a question.

"Sorry to break it to you, but I can't devote all my time to taking care of you, and I also can't leave you alone unsupervised while ill. This is our compromise," Kaz explained somewhat impatiently.

"I am not going to get in that crusty-ass bed, that, in case you have forgotten, belongs to my boss, AKA you. For all I know you sleep nude."

One of Kaz's eyebrows twitched. "The sheets were changed this morning. And for the record, I don't."

"Still not going to do it. That takes the creepy-o-meter to like, a thousand."

"You're a criminal who spies on brothels. This is nothing."

"Still not doing it. This feels fundamentally wrong."

"I'll buy you a nice dagger if you just shut up and get in the damn bed." Saints, he was already exasperated, and he had barely been here five minutes. A new respect for Inej found its way into his being.

Y/N went quiet for a minute, considering. "One of the serrated ones with the fancy gilded handles?"

"Whatever dagger your heart desires."

"Two daggers and a gun."

"One dagger and a gun."

"Deal," Y/N decided, plopping down on the bed. It still felt wrong, but she did need a new dagger - Wylan had blown hers up in a previous job.

She carefully peeled the pristine sheets and blankets away from the mattress, half expecting a dozen poisonous things to pop out. The only thing it released was the strangely comforting smell of wood oil and ink (and a bit of gunpowder, but this was Kaz Brekker we're talking about).

Y/N slipped beneath the covers, her head resting comfortably on the cloud-like pillows.

I bet this bitch sleeps like a baby every night.

"I can still beat your ass, Brekker," she mumbled. Yeah, she was sick, but she also had a reputation to uphold.

"On a regular day, I have no doubt about it. Currently, you are prohibited from doing anything that isn't sleeping, peeing, or contemplating life. Doctor's orders."

"Well, I'm going to go pee then. More freedom." She attempted to stand up from the surprisingly soft bed but the in the second it took for her to try and stand, Kaz, moving surprisingly quickly for a man with a cane, pinned her to the bed by her shoulders with an exasperated sigh.

"Just stay still. Please," he breathed.

"Get me a sweet bun and maybe," she breathed back, but didn't move. Despite her almost child-like demeanor, she was one of the original Dregs, here as a child even before Kaz. He had been the only one her age when he had joined, so naturally, she had befriended him (well, as much as you can befriend Kaz Brekker). She knew about his phobia of touch, and how much it meant that he was touching her, even with his gloves on.

Kaz released her with a sigh and stalked over to his desk where he rummaged around for a bit until he produced a small tin that looked abut as old as he was. He tossed it at her and she grabbed it, opening it to see some biscuits that looked as hard as rocks. "That's all I have, and all you're going get. Don't break a tooth."

Y/N sighed, staring at the biscuits mournfully before taking one out of the tin and gnawing on it. It would have been easier to bite on the barrel of one of Jesper's guns. "You're mean."

"You're acting like a petulant child."

Y/N made a disgruntled noise from the back of her throat, sinking back into the silk pillows and wrapping the blankets tighter around her. She had made no visible mark on the cookie, and had only succeeded in covering it with slobber. She put it back in the tin and noticed Kaz wrinkle his nose at her.

She doubted the biscuits would ever see the light of day again.

She watched Kaz do his paperwork, a surprisingly interesting thing to do. He had taken off his hat and jacket, and rolled up his sleeves. He even took his gloves off, preferring to use a pen without the ridiculous slipperiness of the leather. The papers shuffled in a soothing rhythm, and soon, Y/N began to feel less cooped up and a bit more relaxed.

Ever since she had been taken away from her family and thrown onto the tiny slaving ship, Y/N had always had a touch of claustrophobia (well, it was a bit more than a touch, but she wasn't willing to admit that just yet). The tiny room with a mattress on the flooor was really just a decoration at this point - she slept on the roof most nights and every waking hour was in Ketterdam, simply walking if there were no pockets to be picked.

Drowsily, she watched as Kaz scratched something out on paper, his face creasing ever so slightly. The pen made a nice sound, she found, and paired with the strangely calming scent of his room and the rustling of papers, it made her feel almost like it was rainy day, the kind where you curled up by the fire and read a book or cuddled with someone.

"I doubt staring at my face will help you fall asleep, love," Kaz noted without looking up from his work.

"Your face is the most interesting thing here."

For the barest fraction of a second, Kaz looked like he had short-circuited. The moment was gone as soon as it came, however, and he simply raised an eyebrow at her. "You're very immature sometimes."

"Thanks!" Y/N said cheerfully. "It was the trauma."

"Trauma hardens people, it doesn't make them softer," Kaz dismissed.

"I agree wholeheartedly. However, there's a difference between an excellent mask and incompetence," she replied. "Now come over here and show what's bothering you, I can see it on your face."

Kaz looked up at her, noting the fact that she probably wouldn't shut up unless he did as she asked. He rolled his eyes, hobbling over to the bed. As he sat, she could feel his weight pushing the mattress down.

Before he could say a word, she snatched the paper in his hands and began scanning it. "What's wrong with it?"

"The numbers don't add up."

She stared at the document for another second, then back up at Kaz. "Who are you and what have you done with Kaz Brekker?"

He blinked at her.

"You forgot to carry the one. The numbers don't add up because you... well, added them wrong," she explained softly. She looked up at him, concern crossing her features. "Do you need a nap?"

Kaz huffed out a breath. "I'm fine. You're just distracting me, that's all."

"We're going to ignore the fact that you think I'm distracting and instead focus on the fact that you have not slept in several days."

Kaz's nostrils flared slightly in indignation. Before he could speak, however, Y/N cut him off. "Kaz, I have known you since I was eleven. I'm also not fucking blind. Yes, I know you are essentially running a mafia at age seventeen. Yes, I know you are under pressure. Yes, I know there is at any given moment a bounty on your head. Yes, I know I am sick and it is technically your job to take care of me. But can we please just make a deal or a truce or something in which you get some fucking rest?"

Kaz was quiet for a moment before the corner of his mouth twitched. "Always the mother hen for everyone except yourself."

She was startled into a laugh. "What can I saw, I was a born hypocrite."

Kaz did end up getting a couple hours of sleep, even if it was at Y/N's insistence.

However, he almost regretted it when Jesper barged in and, with a gleeful cackle, found them both sleeping in the same bed with one of his legs pressed up against hers - Kaz's version of flat-out cuddling.

Almost.

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[plentyoffandoms]

All I Ask (Part 2)

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Hope you like it.

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Jon Moxley Masterlist ♡ All I Ask Masterlist ♡ Eddie Kingston Masterlist

Summary: f/Reader is the younger sister of Eddie Kingston & the secret girlfriend of Jon Moxley.

Y/N'S POV:

I haven't spoken to Jon since that night. He tried for weeks on end for me to talk to him but I refused to after I asked him one simple question.

"Have you told anyone about us yet?"

And when I see him shake his head no, I just turn and walk away, trying to stay calm as I couldn't stress myself out too much.

I thought about quiting my job but I asked Tony if I could be moved to a different department.

"There is only job available and that is the Social Media Coordinator. I'll give you a trial run and see how you do."

After doing the job for two weeks, Tony hired me as the new AEW Social Media Coordinator.

I kept my pregnancy hidden until I needed to start taking days off for Doctors appointments and I also still had to tell Eddie.

So before I booked my next Doctors appointment off, I knew I have to tell my brother, so I had him come to my office.

Probably the best place for this conversation because if I freak myself out or get too stressed, I could just visit the Doctor that is always here.

I heard a knock on my door and it opened to show the smiling face of my brother. I waved him in and he closed the door behind him.

"How is my favourite sibling doing today?" He asked me as he sat in the chair across from me.

"I am doing fine but I do have to tell you something." I said to him with a small smile. I have no idea how he is going to take this.

"And what do you have to tell me?"

"I'm pregnant." I watched as a confused look came over his face.

"Who is the father?" He asked me. I knew I couldn't tell him the truth as he will just go and murder Jon.

"It was a one night stand. Can't remember his name and I don't have his number. We met when I went out a few months ago with some friends."

"How far a long are you?"

"About four months now give or take."

"And you're just telling me this now?"

"I wanted to make to the second trimester before I told any one Eddie."

"You're moving in with me." I actually scoffed at him.

"Thank you for the offer but no. I will be fine, just be the best Uncle Eddie that I know you will be."

He tried his best to convince me to move in with him but I did not budge on my decision.

Next he insisted on taking me to my next appointment which I agreed too as this is the appointment that I will be finding out the sex of the baby.

Eddie was so excited to be there as he held my hand when he found out what I was having.

On the ride back home he kept going on and on about how he is going to shout to the world that he is going to be the best damn Uncle the world had ever seen.

"Actually Eddie, can we just keep this between us."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want everyone at work to ask me any questions if possible. The only ones who know are you and Tony."

I haven't told him that I come into work early and leave late so I don't run into anyone.

"I won't just because you asked me, but people will notice once you get bigger Y/N."

I made sure to slap him on the arm for that comment and he just laughed at me.

The months went on and I just kept doing what I have been doing, coming into work early and leaving late.

Some people have seen me and told me the usual congratulations and I said thank you, but I basically kept to myself.

Whenever someone asked me what I was having, I just told them I wanted it to be a surprise and I was waiting until the baby is born to find out.

Eddie was the best through this all, he kept it a secret just like I asked him too but it didn't stop him from basically buying everything for the nursery, that he painted and set up all the furniture for.

He really was going to be the best Uncle for my little one.

But he still asks about the father from time to time and I just stick with my original story.

Speaking of Jon, I have seen him around but I haven't talked to him. He just looks at me, my belly and walks away. I am still mad at him because he hasn't come clean to anyone and his divorce is finally finalised.

I haven't come clean to anyone as well because I have a good reason. What if I tell them and he denies the whole thing?

So this is for the best.

I am now just sitting at home on maternity leave, eating a bowl of kraft dinner with ketchup. I have been trying to get comfortable for hours now but no position seems to be working for me.

This went on for a few hours and then when I stood up I realised my water broke. I called a taxi and told them my water broke and I need to go to the hospital. I only told them that so they sent me one right away.

Then I called Eddie who was at home, and told him I am on my way to the hospital and I will meet him there.

I grabbed my hospital bag that I have had packed and ready to go by the front door and went outside and waited for the taxi, who didn't take that long to get to me.

Eddie was waiting for me at the hospital and I will be forever thankful that my big brother was there for me through this all.

Eddie held my hand the whole way through and didn't complain once any time I squeezed it.

After 18 hours of labour, my beautiful baby boy was born. I named him Edward Jonathan Good.

I only told my brother his first name and I thought Eddie was going to cry as he held his namesake.

I know I should of called Jon, but he wasn't there for me through the whole entire pregnancy. He didn't get to come in at the end and look like the good guy.

Final Part

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[saberstars]

I'm Here

Pairing: Gender Neutral Y/N & Loki

Fluff, angst, implied smut

Warnings: Mentions of depression/mental illness, epilepsy/seizures, mentions of sex, as always if I missed anything feel free to let me know

Summary: Loki & You have a pre-existing friendship with benefits & one night you have a seizure after some spiciness. He cares for you helping you afterwards & makes sure you rest easy & safe. Reader is portrayed to have seizures more so during changes in sleep phases, not awake. The wake seizures or more of a medium ish absence/ focal aware seizure that only occur on occasion & can be “fought” through.

Word Count: 1796

Notes: This was intended to be a gender neutral reader. I think I removed all he/she pronouns.

Additionally, I know that not everyone experiences seizures the same way, and that epilepsy can affect people differently. This is all written from my experiences with it, so I ask that you do not tell me I portrayed something wrong. I can and will accept constructive criticism, But I will not accept someone telling me blatantly that I am wrong with my experiences. Therefore please keep that in mind when reading. I genuinely hope this fic brings others comfort if you suffer from epilepsy or any disorder that causes seizures. Thank You <3

It’s been three years since you found out you suffered from epilepsy. A diagnosis that came late in your life to be fair. As a young child up until you reached adulthood, you suffered from eye shakes that would eventually turn into stuttering spells that made it difficult to breath or not breath properly at all. You never passed out though, you got close a few times, but you managed to stay awake and “fight it off.” You started to notice over time that you’d also get a strange taste in your mouth, almost like metal or as if you were sucking on a battery and it had that zing flavor. You knew that was a precursor and would panic on cue rightfully so. You hated when you had your mini stutter fests because all you could do was hope it didn’t happen.

Of course you complained to your parents as a child but they didn’t think it was anything. They said it was just a panic attack. So you took their word for it. That was until you started having grand mals in your sleep. At first you thought they were just a part of some strange dream, that wasn't real to you, not yet anyway. You would wake up exhausted, sore, sometimes unable to move properly, walk, open and close a fist, and you just overall couldn't stay conscious sometimes. Again you complained to your parents about it, but they said it was nothing. You probably had night terrors or some form of minor sleep paralysis. So you dumbly believed them.

When you moved out, You sought answers, and eventually got them. You were grateful. The medication they prescribed helped tremendously though, it did make you tired but it was worth not having your episodes. Thankfully your case wasn’t as severe as others and it was manageable so long as you took care of yourself and took your medications. Though you were warned, breakthroughs were common, and missing your dose can and would cause a seizure.

Despite having such a diagnosis, you kept it to yourself. You never really told anyone. It wasn’t until you started sleeping with a friend, that you finally divulged your secret too in the event that it ever happened whilst they were with you.

It was someone you randomly slept with on and off with. A friend with benefits, his name was Loki. You had met the god shortly after his father had passed and his home, destroyed. You found comfort with each other despite it being more of a sexual comfort. You both used sex as a way to fight your own demons, a distraction, a quick grab at serotonin. Despite the sex you both developed a very deep friendship. You’d read together on occasion, have very interesting debates on current events, history, as well as other nuances, and a lot of other things. You even met his brother and the avengers at one point.

You both slept soundly after spicy events had taken place 2 hours prior, Loki had come over desperate for attention of any kind. He didn’t say why, but you knew it was a rather serious topic he wished not to discuss and rather lessen the pain with ecstasy. Little did you know, on this day a few years ago he indirectly murdered his mother. He blamed himself dearly, he knew if he would have kept his mouth shut for once in his life she may be here today. So he needed a genuine distraction. One of any kind. Preferable you. Due to the spicy events that took place you missed your dose, due to falling asleep promptly after, which cost you dearly. Missing doses always caused this to happen no matter what.

You gasped for air like usual, your body contorting outwards first with a thrust. You were awake, conscious, and terrified for the few seconds you normally were given before blacking out. You began to stutter violently all the air leaving your lungs as it happened. Until no sounds were made and it was just you chattering. Loki woke immediately, with a completely calm exterior despite a raging mixture of emotions internally. He knew you never called an ambulance for these things because you were normally alone & unaware until you became conscious again. She made him promise to never call 911 unless it was over a certain time length, to save her medical expenses, or unless she stopped breathing for good.

Loki dare not touch you though as you shook and curled up. The last thing he wanted was his godly strength to crush you somehow or cause you more pain. Instead he watched and hovered until you finally stopped. It was a short 50 second one, which was under your time limit, but he still debated calling. It’s not like You would’ve known he lied.

His breathing hitched as he went to check your pulse and airway, ever so delicately, which were both clear and strong.

“Oh thank you.” he whispered

A few hours had slid by with still no response from you. Loki sat next to you, staring down at you, to the point where he would fight the urge to blink, waiting for a stir of some kind from you. He did give the courtesy of redressing you though, in a nightgown from a drawer after an hour slid past. He even went as far as ensuring that you were adequately covered by the blankets to avoid being chilled. It has been 3 ½ hours now, with no stir of any kind from you. He knew it would be awhile before you showed any signs of movement possibly but this worry tore him to his core. In the midst of waiting he refused to just idly go back to sleep next to you, he was determined to stay awake until you were conscious again, so that you knew, he stayed there waiting for you. Loki didn’t know when he found himself talking to you as if you were awake, but all he knew was that it made him feel a bit better, and he hoped that when you woke it would make you feel better too.

“You know, I’ve been reading this really dumb gothic romance novel. I think you’d like it because of how naive the girl is. I know you like to criticize and pick on how they make decisions.” he spoke with a chuckle in his voice thinking back to how you’d flail your arms and drop your book to scream about how dumb some main protagnist could be.

“I'll have to buy you a copy or give you mine when I’m done.” Loki shifted his weight from his right to his left brushing your bangs out of your eyes.

“I don’t know why you keep those so long, all they do is get in the way of your gorgeous eyes.”

It was in that moment you rustled, you shifted your neck ever so slightly, Your eyelids twitch. Loki leaned forward parting his lips as he watched with a heart of hope completely overwhelmed with joy when he saw the color of your iris’s. He exhaled a shaky breath cupping your cheeks which caused you to flinch sending a wave of shocks through your body. It was at that moment you knew. You knew what he saw, what he had gone through. Your heart sank and you immediately berated yourself internally despite your exhausted state.

“It’s ok you don’t have to say or do anything. I’ll stay, I’ll take care of you for as long as you need.” Loki assured you, wanting you to know that you didn’t have to go through this alone. You never really had anyone stay, let alone worry about you. Your eyes began to water as tears rolled down your face.

“I’ll go grab you some water, you’re probably parched. I’ll also grab you a banana. I read that potassium can help with the cramping.” Loki said leaving to yourself for a moment. He also grabbed tissues for your eyes and nose just in case. Upon returning her placed everything at your side offering help to sit up. “Do you need to use the bathroom or help sitting up?” He asked with a gentle tone.

You nodded trying to take a good deep breath so you could speak a bit. “I’m so sorry you had to see that… but thank you. Thank you for staying, for helping. I do need the bathroom and I would appreciate help. My legs are still...” you mustered out with all your might but after a point your tongue refused to work with you.

“Of course, I may be a monster but I’m not entirely cruel. If it helps… you can just think to yourself and I can listen that way. So that you're not struggling too much.” Loki admitted with a tone of self depreciation.

“You're not a monster just because you're different & have made mistakes.” you thought as Loki picked you up bridal style walking you to the bathroom. Of course he placed you down on the toilet and waited outside for you to do what you needed. Since he had only added a nightgown to your previously naked body it made things easier. It was exhausting to just sit up and do everything but you pushed through. You even pushed yourself up and limped to the sink best you could to wash your hands. Upon hearing the faucet though Loki came back in standing behind you offering support if needed.

“Catch me~” you thought before falling back into his arms with a snort.

“You're lucky I have godlike reflexes you minx.” He replied with a hint of flirtation. You had used more than you had in you to wash your hand. Loki caught you obviously and carried you back to the room placing you back on the bed. “No, more like I knew you were ready to catch me.” you slowly thought as exhaustion tugged at your consciousness again. Loki noticed the pill bottle on your dresser before prompting you to take it. Instinctively opening it and sliding one into his hand.

“You should probably take this before you fall asleep.” You took it mentally saying thanks drinking the glass of water with it.

“Yeah that would probably help avoid some added breakdancing.” You joked trying to use humor to lighten the situation. Loki stared plain faced trying not to entertain your joke though, despite finding it secretly witty. Maybe he’d laugh at it when you felt a bit better. Soon after you began to dance between awake and sleep. Loki took note based on how your thoughts jumbled around between multiple things, laughing to himself a bit before minor intrusive fears began picking at you. Loki immediately jumped into action in an attempt to squash them soothing you a bit.

“You can sleep soundly, please get some rest. You don’t have to force yourself to stay awake out of fear or guilt.” Loki spoke in the most caring and sweet tone he could muster up. Trying to convince you that it was going to be ok & it worked. Somehow you knew he was right & that you could trust him completely. You drifted back to sleep peacefully thinking about how for the first time in your life, you didn’t fear sleeping in your bed. You didn’t have intrusive thoughts about whether or not you’d wake up in the morning or not. Which honestly brought tears bubbling their way up and out of Loki's eyes. The amount of trust you had in him in your thoughts, at that moment completely took his breath away. And that was something he wasn’t going to break or ever lose.

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[aquamoonchaii]

CHEERS TO US >> JUYEON

⍣ genre: fluff; slice of life; comfort!au

⍣ warnings: none

⍣ pairing: juyeon x reader

⍣ word count: 2.7k

⍣ collab: This is for the collab Summer Love - The Boyz from lovie @bangchan-fairy

⍣ charlie’s notes: juyeon is here! i did a comfort au so you guys can read it to feel better always uwu, this lovely banner was made by the precious @halliney

⍣ summary: juyeon needs to talk to someone, you appear with a glass of wine ready to make his life a little better.

This was his second night in this bar, he would never have expected himself to be alone in a small town drinking beer with snacks on a friday night. But he was desperate and he had to do something, his mind needed to relax.

He has a beer in his hand as he smiles back at the pretty ladies that pass by his table and look at him with desire and interest. JuYeon likes the attention but turns down any invitation to go to another table or even to hotel rooms, he already has a target and is not interested in anyone else.

At least tonight.

Because his target is special, he wouldn't be able to talk about this to the other girls.

Usually summer vacations are all about relaxing after the hard work of a whole year, thinking about all the goals he has reached and the new goals he wants to set for himself. But not this time, he gulps down all the beer and sighs.

JuYeon feels trapped in some kind of existential crisis thinking about if what he is doing is correct and if his life is turning out the way he wanted. Usual stuff that makes young people think a lot.

He is just here waiting for the girl that said would be here around the same time as yesterday, where she literally just came to take care of a drunk friend who was heartbroken. He wasn’t heartbroken but her words certainly had some healing effect on him and he seemed really anxious to talk to her or...

...to anyone really. He is used to being the one who is reliable and the man all his friends go to have some type of advice or comforting words. And being him the friend in need? Hell no.

The irony on him not being able to ask for help or even having the strenght to let out all his weak thoughts is stupid and makes him smile bitterly against his beer. He wonders what the hell he is actually doing here, maybe he is desperate for some comforting words coming from a wise stranger.

“Are you really drowning in alcohol for a woman that cheated on you, idiot?” It was late and the only thing he could hear was the voice of the girl that just entered the bar, she waved at the bartender and he finally noticed the loud sobbing of the wasted man that was two tables apart from him, his whining was part of the whole mood of the bar so JuYeon didn’t even pay attention to the scandal, his own problems were loud enough in his head. He turned his attention to them when the crazy wasted man hiccups and finally shuts up, not even the bartender or the other drunken friends of his could do it. The scene was pretty unforgettable: a tall strong drunk man that was pretty aggressive when someone asked him to lower his voice while sitting down holding a glass of vodka is now hugging the waist of the woman that just called him an idiot. But your next words made his mind explode, he wonders if he is as drunk as the crying guy there.

“If you want to scream, do it to let go, cheer yourself up and move on, don’t just drink and act like an asshole with people.”

Random but effective words. He expects her to mock the man there, instead she hugs him back and pets his hair and talks with a gentle voice but it also sounded strong. JuYeon found her words weird and comforting even if they weren't directed to him or even to anyone to hear he was just close to them and it was pretty late so there was little noise and he could eavesdrop. “Let’s go, you can cry at my house. I won’t look, I promise~ Then we will be sober, you are going to write down all your happy feelings, smile at them and that’s it. The other paper with all the bad feelings is going to be burnt and we are going to kick ass, ok?”

She didn’t make a fuss of it, the woman just petted his friend’s hair until he calmed down and probably passed out when the bartender came to her. “Y/N! You are the drunk whisperer, that was awesome! Why don’t we put him to bed, he can stay the night up in my room and you have some snacks here? I haven’t seen you in weeks!”

“I would love to have a snack from my favorite bartender but the taxi is waiting for me to let my drunk one at home, I promise I will come tomorrow at this exact time. I’ll eat like crazy I promise!”

JuYeon came here at the exact same hour.

He isn’t sure why he came because he didn’t know anyone or had planned anything really, he just hopes you read his mind and approach him to talk about your weird speech that made him feel good for no reason. Or something like that at least.

So when you appear, he notices something.

He is completely sober tonight and doesn’t know what to do to approach you. You are a pretty woman indeed but you intimidate him for some awkward reason. He feels like an idiot but it feels like you are going to read him like a book after looking him in the eyes. So JuYeon stands up and goes to the restroom to gain courage, he will do what he knows best: being a charming perfect boy.

A bit of flirting, maybe a date. That’s all he needs to have a little conversation with you.

"Jacob, can you please stop staring at the random guy? Is he that good looking? Your eyes are glued to him." You laugh as you eat the snacks your friend put on the bar for you to eat as you chat about a whole month of not seeing each other.

"Dude, this guy comes and kills all the ladies. But he is looking at your way too much, I own this place~ He wants something and I will not offer you as a tribute." Jacob follows the tall man's steps with his gaze, he stops when he sees his figure disappear in the restroom. His face is recognizable because well, he is quite handsome for the girls that asked a lot for him that came only yesterday and Jacob just said he is a regular to gain a few more female clients. Actually, he never saw him before and it's a big no for you to even look at his direction.

"Ok but stop staring and what makes you think I'll agree to something? I just want to have this awesome glass of wine as I talk to you about our Sunwoo and his broken heart." He laughs as he wipes the glasses that were recently washed. "I want to slap some sense back to him."

"He needs some time. Let's just be patient with his wailing at least this week, he needs to let it all out." There is this untold secret that only Jacob knows too: your feelings for the guy you took home drunk last night were strong and you decided to let Sunwoo go so your heart was also healing, it was a slow and silent process that was shut by a glass of bitter wine. You would always drink a glass of wine when your feelings were out of control as Sunwoo falls hard and easily and suffers too because of girls.

"Is this your last glass of wine?"

"Of the bitter one, yes. My heart and my liver are all good now, I'll take sweeter things this time." Jacob smiles and nods, he understands and pats your head. A client comes in and he excuses himself to go attend them.

"Is this seat taken?" JuYeon asks and when you look at him, he shows his biggest smile. You pat the seat next to him. "My ego usually needs an extra seat but I guess you can take it." He seems taken aback for the quick answer but he quickly smirks triumphantly and sits next to you. You've met him before but apparently he doesn't remember you.

"May I offer you a drink?"

"No, because this is my last glass of alcohol but we can share snacks as you seem lonely." JuYeon must feel like a champ because he sticks his tongue out sexily and nods, grabbing a toothpick that holds a little cube of cheese on your plate and eats it. "You don't remember me?"

"Is that a pick up line? Because I'm trying to think of one that will make you swoon."

"So you don't." You see JuYeon’s mind wandering at your smirk and trying to read something in your eyes.

It was indeed unexpected a target to flirt back or to be this mysterious because- Wait.

Holy crap.

You caress SunWoo's hair as he blacks out completely on his bed. Of course you feel bad for him, you treasure him a lot but your heart is finally at peace, you’ll be there to pick up the pieces of his oftenly broken heart but yours who used to suffer in silence is okay now. You let him go just as you kept your crush on him. In a blissful secret.

"I'll be right here for you. And I'm voicing out this because it's over and you are half-dead. I liked you so much it's crazy how I could keep it to myself. My crush on you is over and it was beautiful for me and our friendship stays strong as always." You smile at his passed out figure and make him company until his cousin appears to take care of him and calls a taxi for you. The taxi will wait for you in the convenience store as you wanted to buy some things, it’s pretty late but this small town is safe, or at least this neighborhood is.

"I'll have these cereal boxes and these snacks please."

"Is SunWoo still sad for that bad ex- girlfriend? He used to come here and buy her favorite snacks all happily until yesterday when he just bought beers with swollen eyes. We talked for a bit as his first question was why women were so unfaithful."

"Oh really? He came crying? Oh dear, this guy… Yeah, he is a sad single person now. Hopefully, he will cheer up quickly as always. He is now half-dead so he won’t feel any pain." The old lady who attends there knows you because you hang out a lot with Sunwoo and Jacob who lives nearby too. She nods and laughs until he stares over your shoulder.

"Me! Me! I want snacks too! I'm lonely, we can share them!" A man behind you makes you startle with his loud voice as you are paying your stuff, you turn around and find the cute man you saw at Jacob's bar. He is more than tipsy, his cheeks are red and he has droopy eyelids. "I heard you talk to the crybaby~ Talk to me too!"

"Young man, you are drunk. Go to your house!" The lady explains she saw him coming with luggage and he is staying at the house in front of your sad friend. He is pretty quiet and always arrives at the store early with hangovers asking for ramen, she points out he is indeed a gentleman and he must be here for summer vacations so party nights must be his thing or something.

"I'm not a young man, I'm JuYeon sweet lady. I wonder where my money went, my whole wallet disappeared just like my motivation to do stuff." He huffs and you laugh sharing one of your snacks. “Is this for me? You are so sweet, can you be my life mentor? I’ll treat you well I swear!” The store lady laughs at the cute behavior the drunk handsome man has and hushes you as she sees your taxi at the entry. “Wait! Don’t go, I’m trying to propose, drunk whisperer!”

JuYeon’s seductive mood dissipates with the beer foam in his glass. He wonders how the blackout and don’t remembering a single thing after getting drunk should have its negative side. Like this moment, he feels so embarrassed but of course, his stoic face remains the same.

“Oh God, this is so embarrassing. I can’t even pretend I don’t remember stealing your snack, can I?” You shake your head and clink your glass of wine with his glass of beer. “Well, I guess I should use my drunk self to start a conversation.”

And he did, JuYeon initially tried to start a casual little conversation to ask about you and stuff but he ended up spilling about why he is in a small town searching for some peace but apparently it’s his mind the chaotic one instead of the city and its loudness. When he started speaking about it, there’s this feeling of a really heavy load slowly leaving his shoulders and maybe he understands now the american movies that use this plot about talking about your problems with a stranger. He felt relieved, JuYeon is the kind of guy that seems impassive at everything around him and he is praised a lot because of his drive and his determination of not give a single fuck.

But he cares. He notices everything around him. And feeling like he could appear vulnerable sounds awful, just thinking about it makes him regret even approaching you. JuYeon suddenly falls silent, half studying your reactions and half awkwardly shutting up because this was too much information.

"Sometimes a lot of thoughts just turn in a big skein. It's okay to feel weird about it too." You said emphatically (or at least that's his conclusion as you don't mock or roll your eyes), he can't help but stare at you. He was right all these hours thinking about you and your words, his drunk self was right too. You can be a life mentor. The conversation ends when Jacob introduces himself and says he is going to close the bar and that if JuYeon is even trying to talk more with you, he needs to promise he will let Jacob chop his head off if he does something inappropriate.

"Date me."

“No?”

“No, why would I?” This is the fourth night of a long conversation about life and deep topics he thought no one would want to talk about, JuYeon forgot about seduction tips after the second night of just one beer and lots of good talking. He feels comfortable and his mind thinks less of his apparent poor self worth and he now feels encouraged. “If you feel happy singing and being a performer, why are you doubting?”

Good question.

He wants to date you.

It’s kind of impulsive coming from him and basically you two are already hanging out meeting in Jacob’s bar every night. He wasn’t expecting you to say no that easily, it’s shocking and honestly sexy, his ego feels slapped too.

“What?”

“Yeah, we clearly have a mental connection and yes, you are pretty attractive” You say like it's pretty obvious. "But why would I date you?"

"Because… I don't want to eat alone?"

"...and?"

"And I am kind of attracted to you and your amazing brain?"

"...and?"

"Because I feel like you are pretty as fuck and also a friend I will treasure a lot and I will probably scream because I don't know if Jacob is your friend or your boyfriend?"

"What?" You laugh at his sudden confession and at his reaction that seems pretty surprised at his own words. "Well, that kind of convinced me."

"You always make me talk, it's embarrassing and really interesting. How am I supposed to meet another person like you- Wait, I convinced you?" You nod and feel your cheeks heating up as he stares at you and laughs happily.

You can be a life mentor and he will protect you from everything. Maybe you could be a couple.

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the language of flowers — oikawa tooru

pairing: oikawa tooru x gn! reader

genre: fluff, flowershop!au

tags: flowerboy!oikawa, slowburn, strangers to lovers

word count: 4.06k

a/n: i finally finished this after 2536484 years of procrastination! but thanks to my moots shae and julie for showing support and giving their opinions about this concept hehe. this is the longest fic i've written wow 😳

⤷ summary: the flowershop on the street you frequently walk on going home is a wonder you didn't notice until recently when the smell of flowers caught your attention. deciding to enter it one day out of pure curiosity, you met the owner of the shop and with it, the start of a blooming romance.

life was filled with repeating patterns, certain routines and habits that everybody has gotten used to doing. like the way you always took the same path when going home, passing by the familiar faces you encounter all the time, seeing the similar architecture and landscape that brings some sort of familiarity to you whenever you see it. 

your feet stopped in their own accord when a sweet smell invaded your nose. you inhaled deeply, the aroma pleasant and fresh. going a few steps back, you finally saw where it was coming from. the flower shop stood out like a sore thumb in the street with its vibrant flowers that you can see through the clear glass. the sunlight was shining down upon the beautiful flowers and they looked charming even from afar. 

you thought for a moment and decided that you'd stop by in the flower shop for a little while. besides, if the smell alone has caught your attention, who knows what else can? 

the soft tinkle of the bell on the door signalled your presence. you were simply in awe at the sight of the decorations inside the shop. it was breathtaking. numerous flowers, bouquets, wreaths, and some that you don't know the name about were placed neatly and elegantly inside the shop to let the customers feast their eyes (and noses) upon. 

giggles and loud laughter snatched you away from your thoughts, a huddled group of women and men alike are circling over something - or someone? - and they seemed to be too entertained about it than the flowers themselves. chuckling quietly, you shook your head and decided to look around the place more for yourself. 

there were buckets and baskets of anemones in pinks, reds, and purple. there were also daffodils, camellias, and tulips of many colors that you can't help but get sucked in by them. you can't think which one to go to first, there are so many! the hanging plants are wonderful as well, they can make for great decoration. the succulents look cute and adorable, it can also be manageable if you find yourself too busy to take care of a plant. 

you were too deep in your thoughts, caressing a blue tulip to even notice the sudden silence in the shop and the ringing of the bell at the door that tells you the previous patrons have exited the flower shop and you're now alone. or so you thought.

“beautiful,” a sing-songy, lilting voice spoke from behind you, causing you to jolt from where you're admiring the flower and turned towards the owner of the voice. 

if the flowers took your breath away, well he made you get your breath stuck in your throat. he looks like he's not from around him, and simply breathing in his space is something short of disgraceful. you took in his wavy side-swept dark brown hair, and his welcoming eyes of the same color that shone with mischief. his lips are stretched into a smile. 

wow, he is really tall. you're surprised he hadn't reached the ceiling of the shop. he seemed pretty intimidating with his height alone, but there's an air around him that screams playfulness.

“ah, i meant the tulips.” he apologized as a blush coated his beautiful clear cheeks, a hand touching his nape.

“oh!” you cleared your throat, immediately bringing the tulip back where it respectfully resides, “yes, they're very wonderful to look at. you have a lovely shop, uh…” 

he seemed to perk up at the inquisition of his name, he chuckled to himself before offering his hand.

“oikawa tooru, nice to meet you! and thanks, i do try hard to keep this flower shop presentable for customers like you who have taste.” he winked, walking past you and you followed suit – eyes practically glued to his form as he moved swiftly around his small shop.

“must be difficult to run a business like this all by yourself,” you wondered, fingers brushing against petals that your hand can reach. 

it's odd, but staying in there for just a few minutes has brought you a sense of relaxation. as if the flowers all around you and talking to oikawa is such a breath of fresh air. 

“well, you get used to it after a while. besides, i have my friends, uh...help me sometimes.” he nervously chuckled, he certainly knew that 'help' means that force his friends to carry things around while blackmailing them and bribing them for lunch, then sure, he had them help him. 

you only hummed in response. 

he turned around after a while, a pink lily in his hand.

“i think this suits our gorgeous customer, don't you think?” he smirked, handing the flower with a flourish which you took gently – causing your hands to touch and making you feel that slight tingle people talk about in movies and books. 

you felt silly about the way your face heats up at the small gesture, your gaze not straying away from the flowers in fear of letting oikawa see his effect on you. 

but you can try with all your might, nothing can stop him from already seeing your flushed face. he always does these things to entertain the customers but he found his chest feeling warm staring at you like that.

going back to his place in the cashier, he started to tidy up a bit for the next customers that will visit the shop. his brown eyes kept staring at you from time to time as you walked around, trying to see if there's anything else you could buy along with the lily – but we all know it's just to keep your attention away from him and the fact that he can make your heart race with mere flirting.

“i never really noticed your shop before, and i have walked this street for how many times now.” you droned on, playing with the cute pots on the shelf – some of them were heads of the cliché green alien and other space themed stuff which you find adorable, bringing a fond smile to your face.

“oikawa's flower shop is like a secret garden, my dear customer.” he boasted, spraying freesias on the cashier desk with a smile on his face.

“it truly looks like one,” you agreed, with one final look in the flower shop, you walked closer to the cashier and got out your wallet. 

“no, no. it's on the house, lovely.” he beamed, stopping the hand in your bag.

“really? thank you.” your face flushed at the feeling of his hands – the very same one who took care of these beautiful flowers – touching yours. 

he recoiled, as if burned. his face painted a deep red like the roses by the windows. both of you looked away, like two magnets of the same sign – coming in contact with each other only to repel.

“well, um, i'll see you around then.” you muttered, breaking the silence. 

“yeah, see you.” oikawa smiled warmly. hopefully much sooner, he hoped.

with one last look at each other, you turned around and exited the secret garden. you walked home that day all smiles and giddy, still feeling the lingering touch he has left on your skin, how warm and calloused they felt. maybe from how hard he was working. 

you wondered if you'll ever see him again soon. 

the second time you visited the flower shop was when you saw oikawa in one of the coffee shops you frequented. it turned out that he usually stops by for coffee and his milk bread when the shop's particularly slow. he asked to walk you home and since you're both taking the same path, you agreed. 

he turned out to be a very chatty person – not the kind that will annoy you because they only talk about themselves, but the amusing kind because he has a lot of stories stored inside his big brain full of tales about him and his friends, and occasionally asking about your life as well.

you two had fallen into a comfortable pace as you walked together, sipping both your beverages. 

“hey, let's play truth or dare!” he blurted, eyes sparkling in excitement and thinly veiled mischief, a bright smile on his lips.

“really? here? now?” you asked, incredulous. isn't this something people do in parties around a lot of people? 

“yeah! it'll be fun,” he shrugged. 

“well, okay then.” you sighed, before sipping your drink, “you go first.” 

“okay…” he pretended to think hard, eyes darting everywhere as he hummed, “truth or dare?”

“you don't really need to think so hard about that,” you chuckled.

“just pick!” 

“alright, alright. truth!” you beamed at him, trying to understand what his brain will cook up to ask you.

“ah, that's easy. what's your name?” oh, that's right. you forgot to tell him back then the first time you went in his flower shop. and so, you told him.

“y/n. what a beautiful name. okay, my turn! my turn!” he excitedly chanted, eyes never losing their sparkle. 

you ignored the butterflies that erupted in your stomach the moment he said your name, as if he's taking his time and tasting it around his tongue like a foreign delicacy he hasn't tasted before. 

you cleared your throat, averting his gaze as they zeroed in on you, “truth or dare, mr. milk bread?” 

“hey, they taste really good, i'll have you know.” he scoffed, before his face morphed back into excitement again, “dare!”

you thought for a moment, there isn't really anything too interesting to do while walking. and then you smirked.

“i dare you to greet the person who will walk this corner as if you knew each other for a very long time,” you grinned devilishly. he gaped at that, before darting his gaze towards the street corner you were talking about. 

“y/n-chan, i didn't know you would be the type,” he teased, you were about to retort when a huge, buff man walked around the corner. he looked intimidating, even for you and you wondered what oikawa might be feeling right now. 

but you didn't need to wonder about it any longer as he was already walking up to the man, confident and grinning. he raised his hand in the air before slapping the guy on the shoulder. 

“hey, long time no see, man! say hello to the wife and kids for me, will ya?” the man gave him a weird look before shaking his head, walking past and minding his own business muttering about 'kids these days'.

once the guy was out of earshot, you and oikawa bursted out in laughter, looking at each other with relief and surprise.

“i thought he was going to pulverize you!” you wheezed in between chortles.

“i know! me too! i thought he'll get mad at me or something,” he threw his head back as he laughed. you stopped your own giggles to stare back at him. he looked radiant as he let himself go, you thought he looked attractive with the way he candidly showed his happiness.

“something wrong, y/n-chan?” you hadn't realized he stopped laughing and was left staring at him. his head was tilted in curiosity as he peered at you in concern.

“not at all!,” you catch yourself, suddenly feeling hot and embarrassed, hoping he didn't notice you ogling him, “where were we?”

“it's your turn now, truth or dare?” feeling bold, you chose dare next. 

oikawa gave you a broad smile, his hand extending towards you as if encouraging you to take it, “i dare you to stay a little longer with me in my shop,”

to be honest? you expected him to get back at you and maybe make you do an equally embarrassing (if not more) dare, but you did not expect this. 

what you also didn't expect is the fact that you had stopped in front of oikawa's flower shop with your back turned to it. how did you reach there so fast? it seemed like talking and walking with him made time stop. a part of you would like to keep it that way, if only it was possible.

“i would love to,” was your answer. oikawa opened the door to his shop, letting you in first. he then led you near the back of the shop, opening into a wide backyard that resembled a small, gorgeous garden with different kinds of flowers. some even you haven't seen him display in the shop inside. 

the two of you sat on the two seated table. you were simply at awe with how ethereal this all looked. your eyes couldn't get enough of all the wonderful colors that it landed on.

“wow,” was all you managed to say, taking in your surroundings and appreciating every nook and cranny presented to you.

“i spent most of my breaks here,” oikawa came back with two glasses of water and placed them on the glass table. 

“usually talking to myself and talking to the flowers. i heard it helps them grow faster and makes them more beautiful.” he, too, looked around his small garden with unconcealed pride and fondness. if you looked closer, you could also see the hint of sadness hidden in there. 

“you talk to your flowers? that's so cute!” you gushed, hiding your smile behind the glass of water as you sipped it.

“if anything, you're the one who's cute.” he complimented as if it was nothing, eyes boring into yours as his smile widened.

you choked on your water, coughing it up out of surprise and it was the opposite of cute. but his opinions didn't change.

oikawa barked a laugh, reaching over to pat your back soothingly. once you calmed down, you avoided his gaze once again and decided to stare at the sunflowers nearby. 

“we should just continue the game,” you decided to divert the topic. 

“truth or dare, cutie?” oikawa bit back the grin from emerging on his face. hiding it with a palm propped up on the table.

“d-dare,” you answered without thinking. and oikawa being the little shit he is, took this as an opportunity.

“i dare you to go on a date with me this saturday,” he sincerely declared, eyes not leaving you once. your head whipped back to him so fast, you swear you got whiplash. 

you're not one of these flowers and yet you felt the butterflies going wild inside of you.

your heart beat rapidly inside of your chest, pounding hard and ringing in your ears. 

“you don't need a dare to get me to say yes,” you reasoned with a wide smile.

oikawa tooru, like his flowers, is a lively, blooming person. you get to know that the moment you agreed to go on a date with him. it followed a few hangouts, and frequent bumping into each other considering this was a small town, afterall. how you haven't noticed such a vibrant person in your life was beyond you.

you see him everywhere, every day in your life right now. in the small bushes that your neighbor has in their garden, the alien and sci-fi movies in the store which were his favorite every time he invited you to watch a movie, the milk bread you saw in the coffee shop you both love to go, and even the characters in the books you love to read. oikawa tooru practically invaded your life the moment you invited yourself in his flowershop and you loved every second of it.

every time you two hang out together, he never misses to bring you any flower. you'd always keep them with you until you come home, placing them in a vase and watering them constantly, taking care of them like how much oikawa takes care of the flowers. you paid no mind to it, only thinking that it was a sweet gesture from him until your friend decided to comment on the fresh flowers on top of your coffee table.

the both of you had known each other for a very long time now and that she's going to get married, she wanted you to be a part of it too. setting down the tea in front of her on the table, you sat down beside her, engulfing her in a hug. 

“oh, y/n! i missed you so much! it's been busy with all the planning for the wedding and the people to invite, i still haven't tried on my dress and tasted the cake, it's kind of stressing me out!” she immediately let her sorrows and agony free the moment you let go of the hug.

“speaking of stress, is there anything i could do to help?” you reached for her hand, rubbing it soothingly in circles. 

she hummed thoughtfully, sipping her tea to calm her nerves, “now that i thought about it, we still don't know anyone good enough for the flower decorations in the venue,” she pouted, sighing sadly. 

a lightbulb lit itself on top of your head, making you perk up, “i know someone who does!” 

“really? are they good?” oh more than good, you wanted to butt in but shake your head free of those thoughts. 

“of course! he's actually the one who gave me these, he takes real good care of them.” you gestured towards the tulips in your vase. it seems like her eyes lit up and she immediately fell in love with the flowers. 

“tulips?! oh, y/n, my dear, he's in love with you!” she squealed in glee, bouncing in her seat like a little kid.

“how did you know that by simply looking at my tulips?” 

“giving tulips to someone means a declaration of love, sweetie.” she sighed dreamily, “you might as well plan for your wedding too!” 

“don't be ridiculous!” you exclaimed, trying your best not to smile too wide. 

you weren't too against on the idea, but you just met afterall. it would be too early for another wedding. even though he never failed to show his affection every time you are together, there's still a lingering doubt whether he did like you in that way.

as promised, you asked oikawa about it the next day, stopping by his flower shop with coffee and his beloved milk bread since it's his break. 

“y/n-chan! it's always a pleasure to be visited by you again,” he greeted you, he was attending to a few customers in the store and excused himself before talking to you. your heart swelled with the action, not being able to hide your smile this time.

“tooru, i was just stopping by to ask you a favor. my friend's wedding is getting near and she still doesn't have any flower decorations for the venue. i mentioned you and i was wondering if you're the one who could do it instead?” you bit your lip nervously, fumbling with the paperbag containing the bread as you looked up at him hopefully. 

seriously, how can he resist you looking at him that way? your eyelashes fluttering, mouth formed into a pout, eyes shining brightly. you're just asking him to devour you whole. before he knew it, he had leaned in to peck the corner of your mouth. 

it completely shocked you to your core. he hasn't done that kind of thing before, always being respectful and never doing anything you didn't want to. but strangely, you weren't mad at him for it. to tell the truth, you kinda wished he kissed you more. 

“i'd love to, y/n-chan.” he uttered, pinching your cheek before turning to hide his own reddened face. 

that was basically the last time you saw each other since you recommended him to your friend. and since then, he has been busy and you tried to help with the wedding as well. you figured oikawa has his hands full with taking care of the decorations for the wedding, but even then, he would still message you or even facetime you after – asking about how yiur day went and craving to see your face without him being able to for how long.

the day of the wedding came and it was magical. your heart melted the moment your friends said their “i do's” as everybody clapped and rejoiced with them. the moment you stepped into the venue, everyone was amazed, speechless at the decorations being the first thing their eyes could feast upon. pink and white roses was all you could see – ranging from vine-like ones hanging from the ceiling, to arches in the doorway, and some are even placed neatly on the tables. 

to sum it all, it was breathtaking.

“your boyfriend did amazing,” your friend teased, bumping her hip to yours as she walked away with her husband to greet some guests.

you were left standing there, mouth agape as you took everything in. you couldn't wrap your head around the idea of oikawa managing to do all this by himself, but then again, he has surprised you by doing a lot of things you didn't know he could do. 

“you know, if you stayed here longer there won't be enough food left for you.” the familiaf voice you grew to love and got used to spoke from behind you. something tugged in your chest, the events seeming like déjà vu all over again. 

“i'm just admiring your work, tooru.” you smiled, turning around to face the man behind the beautiful decorations. 

he's changed his clothes into a more formal attire than his usual getup with the aprons and white button up shirt for a maroon suit and tie. he even styled his hair back, if you didn't know him long enough you might have mistaken him for someone else. 

“you look...good,” you managed to breathe out, it seems like the decorations aren't the only ones that are breathtaking. your eyes drank him in, how the clothes hug his frame perfectly, the color complimenting his skin tone, and the fact that his fluffy hair is swept away really makes you want to jump his bones right here, right now.

“and you look gorgeous. i must say, i don't mind you looking like this all the time, y/n-chan.” he chuckled, a shit-eating grin blooming on his face as he eyed you up and down slowly. your face grew hot against his stare and you felt naked, as if his eyes can see through you. 

“th-thanks, tooru.” you mumbled, playing with the hem of your clothes. before any of you could speak, however, the emcee spoke on stage calling out the bride and groom to give a speech. 

you all gathered around the small stage as they thanked everyone for coming to the wedding, inclduing the guests, their helpers, the staff. after all the mushy speech, she declared it was time for the dance, turned around and threw the bouquet (that's also from oikawa) to the audience. 

you saw the thing flying to you and out of pure instinct, you threw your hand in front of you and ended up catching the bouquet. everyone around you clapped including oikawa himself as you stared at it wide eyed. your gazed met oikawa's and as if your face couldn't get any hotter, you also felt the fast beating of your heart when you stared at each other. 

everybody howled and chanted teasing remarks at the two of you. instead of paying attention to the newly weds they picked the two of you as the center of their amusement. 

your friend's voice overpowered them all as she also chanted, “kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!” 

oikawa looked at you with a raised brow and you can only smile bashfully in return before you felt the world turn upside down, oikawa dipping you as he kissed you passionately and deeply. time seemed to stop once again as everything blurred and all you can feel is him, and all he can feel is you. he hoped it would be enough to pour all the emotions and words he wanted you to know. 

it felt like the kiss lasted forever before he pulled away, the two of you out of breath as you giddily smiled at each other, both sharing a lovestruck look.

“is it too early to ask you to marry me?” 

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[paradox-psyc-hoe-sis]

X-men preference - how they flirt with you!

Charles x reader, Erik x reader, Hank x reader, Logan x reader, Kurt x reader

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: yo yo yo, this is my first x-men related fic but I've been so engrossed with the fandom recently that I'll definitely be writing more :D (also the reader is a teacher at the mansion) - Honey

CHARLES

• Charles was very discreet with the way he flirted with you, wanting to get to know you more.

• He'd spend more time with you between classes, asking you about your abilities, talking to you about your life before you came to the academy, etc.

• Before you two were really close, he treated you in a strictly friendly manner. As you both grew closer, his feelings manifested into physical actions.

• Small hugs, kissing you on the cheek, instinctively clutching your hand at the sense of danger, and even you letting him into your mind.

• Obviously, it was pretty clear there was a thing between you.

• After a few months, you realised you liked him, too.

• You were both in the courtyard one evening, Charles talking about recruiting some new students.

• The way the purple sky reflected on his glassy eyes, his stubble-littered jaw, soft lips curved at the edges as he spoke.

• As he was halfway through a sentence, you impulsively leaned in and placed your your lips onto his.

• It took him a second to realise what was happening, but once he caught on he firmly kissed back, closing any remaining space between you.

• After a while, you both leaned back, a smile lingering between you both.

• "I really like you, Charles."

• A small chuckle escaped his lips as he cupped your cheek.

• "I didn't have to read your mind to figure that one out, y/n."

ERIK

• Erik was NOT subtle with the way he flirted.

• Eying you up and down with a smirk, staring at your behind when you weren't looking, wrapping an arm around your waist whenever you were near.

• He was just naturally affectionate, which you certainly didn't mind.

• He'd randomly bring you flowers in the middle of the day, because "they were on sale and just reminded me of you."

• And when others were off on a mission, he'd insist on cooking you dinner.

• The way you really knew that he liked you was that he'd sometimes open up to you about his emotions.

• The only person he's talked to in the past about his feelings was Charles, but it always ended in arguments.

• But often he'd wake up in the middle of the night and go downstairs to see you, also downstairs & wide awake, drinking hot cocoa.

• It became a weekly tradition for the both of you to have a cup of cocoa on a Sunday night, usually around midnight.

• When you were both downstairs, he'd talk to you about his childhood and his mental health. You were always there for him, listening to every word.

• So one sunday night you were creeping down the stairs, waiting to find Erik in the kitchen with 2 mugs of hot chocolate.

• However, instead of preparing your hot drinks, he was stood next to the record player. "Care for a dance?"

• Slow music played as you swayed across the floor.

• That night, he told you that he loved you. And, of course, you said it back :)

HANK

• As soon as you and Hank met, everyone knew he had a crush on you.

• Whenever you talk to him, touch him in any way, or even flash him a smile he'll automatically blush and get all flustered.

• "Hey Hank, I really like your sweater!"

• "Uh..m-my sweater? I uh...I don't...um, thank you."

• Once he became more comfortable around you, he started to flirt a lot more.

• Teasing little jokes and compliments were thrown back and forth a lot between you both, as well as longing glances when the other isn't looking.

• He loved to have you in the lab with him, and you were completely happy supporting him & listening to him drone on about his discoveries.

• He had been working on a serum for months, when one day he finally cracked it.

• He was working at his desk in the lab, you directly opposite reading a book, when he suddenly erupted.

• "YES!!! I'VE DONE IT!"

• You saw the small vile he was holding and automatically knew what he was talking about.

• You ran over to him and instinctively gave him a hug, him gripping you just as tight.

• However, you also absentmindedly went in for a kiss.

• It was small and light, and you pulled back straight away.

• "I...I'm sorry, I shouldn't ha-"

• He cut you off by pressing a firmer kiss to your lips, his hands gripping your waist with delight.

LOGAN

• We all know that Logan can be a stupid bitch when it comes to emotions.

• So when he realised he had feelings for you, he immediately distanced himself.

• He rarely showed up to meals, seldom participated in group activities, and avoided you at all costs.

• The only time you saw him was between classes, making your way to your next group of students and seeing him lurking in the corridors.

• His sudden withdrawal came so randomly to you & the other x-men, though.

• He'd often help you grade papers, drive you to the local convenience store for grocery shopping, and even help you cook meals for the staff.

• But all that stopped once he figured out his feelings for you.

• And frankly, you were sICK of it.

• One night, you got back late from visiting a family member. It must have been 11pm by the time you arrived back at the mansion, and the only thought that played on your mind during the drive home was Logan.

• Once you got in and put your bag down, you went straight to Logan's room. Trying to keep your cool, you knocked three times on his door.

• No reply.

• "I know you're in there, Logan. Let me in!"

• No reply.

• So, you let yourself in. And there he was, sat on his bed, flipping through a book, not at all surprised that you'd let yourself in.

• Once he saw you stood in the doorway, brows furrowed, he stood up and walked towards you.

• "Everything okay?" He grumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

• "No, Logan. Everything isn't okay. Why are you ignoring me?"

• You closed the door behind you, walking closer to him.

• Without a second of hesitation, he strode towards you, pushing you up against the wall.

• He waited a second before cupping your cheek and kissing you, teeth grazing your lips.

• Let's just say...you didn't get much sleep that night ;)

KURT

• Kurt was similar to Hank when it came to expressing emotions, yet he was certainly more romantic.

• Yes, he could get easily flustered around you, but he always found a way to turn it into a romantic situation.

• He'd write you small poems on sticky notes and leave them in your room, buy your favourite chocolate and put it under your pillow, and even pick you flowers from the gardens to surprise you on a bad day.

• It was obvious to everyone - including you - that he had a crush on you. And sure, you liked him too, but you wanted him to confess his feelings.

• When I tell you this boy was whipped; he was WHIPPED.

• Spill some water? He'll he there to clean it up. Break a glass? He's already scooped up the pieces and put them in the bin. Trouble grading papers? He's right behind you with the marking scheme to keep you on track.

• Although you'd tell him so many times that you can do it by yourself, he was eager to treat you like the princess that you were.

• It was the evening of your birthday when he confessed his feelings.

• The x-men had thrown you a party, and when the festivities were over, he stayed to help you clean up.

• "Y'know, I never managed to give you your birthday present."

• He told you to close your eyes and stick out your hand. Once you did, you felt him take your hand, and suddenly you felt a cool breeze against your arms.

• You opened your eyes in awe at your surroundings; you and Kurt were on top of the Eiffel tower, gazing down at the French city behind you.

• "Holy shit, Kurt - this is s-"

• He cut you off, placing his lips on yours. He didn't add too much pressure, waiting for you to respond, but loosened up when you lifted a hand up to cup his cheek.

• Your lil blueberry just wants everything for his queen <3

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[siren-virus]

There's some stuff that has been going around in my head regarding Luckuboy!AU, so I'll just dump everything here and see how you might adapt/change/evolve some of these ideas, or don't use any of them since that's perfectly valid too and it's your au, not mine :3 anyways, this is a long idea that can be divided, so I'll do just that and make a paragraph for each sub-idea.

1) Ben's daily schedule: Ben most likely has a morning schedule in the coffee shop, and as such he would get to work early, now idk how they work, but I imagine Ben's day to day life would go something like this: Ben's alarm goes off at 7:00, he wakes up and leaves bed at 7:15, breakfast and shower before arriving at work at 8:00 (do shops open at 8:00? 8:30? idk :V), keep working until 16:00 with lunchtime tucked in the middle, hang out with friends/relax/naps until 20:00, start his own vigilante work until 2:00, where he goes to sleep and repeats. If his patrol is slow then he would go home earlier to sleep more, if it's hectic and he doesn't get enough sleep, then the afternoon/evening would be used in powernaps.

2) Ben the info brooker, I imagine that Ben would eventually get to know a lot, and I mean A LOT, of information about everyone and everything important that's going on in Undertown (which, considering the situation of Earth and the Plumbers, is probably the only alien world center, would be everything), and when he hears of someone having some kind of trouble, he gives them a nudge in a certain direction for them. Eventually word gets out that there's a new information brooker in town that has scarily accurate info, he works at a coffee shop and you better give him a big tip if you don't want some of your info to get out fast (how real this info is nobody knows, and since Ben hasn't heard of it he can't correct them)

2.5) One day Argit appears and asks for a coffee under a different name, when it's ready Ben calls for him (he used a fake name) and writes with an alcohol marker on the cup "Argit", scaring the hell out of him. "How did you know?" "I'd be shitty at what I do if I couldn't recognize you *wink*", then he tells him that as long as they do nothing dangerous near him he won't tattle him and Kevin to the Plumbers, or worse, Gwen. "Don't you dare" says Argit aghast, "Try me bitch" answers Ben grinning, almost double daring him into doing something dangerous only so he can call his cousin and set up a date

3) The coffee made in the shop is delicious, caters to every species needs, alergies, likes and dislikes, and everyone agrees that the place is the best of the best in the whole world for these reasons and more; thus the shop has been a tentative neutral zone for years, however the lack of "people" (idk what word to use that captures everyone, human or alien) that knows how to fight there has severly dampened the opportunity of it becoming one. Cue Ben beggining to work there, in the beggining it's nothing special, he's just a human who makes good coffee and is surprisingly charming, come a few weeks and months and everyone starts noticing how he's the infamous information brooker that has been the talk of Undertown, thus gathering a bit more attention. Eventually someone (Plumber, civilian, villain, whatever you choose) is more rude to him than needed and tries to get some info from him, even if it's by force... Ben decks him, like, he kicks their ass, defenestrates them, break a chair on them and hands them unconcious to the closest Plumber, bleeding and all while still being intact himself. Everyone glares in awe at the show of badassery and oficially the coffee shop becomes the new true neutral zone, where everyone can get coffee, exchange information and form unlikely friendships. Whenever someone tries to mess with the shop, if Ben isn't present, is busy or it's too much for him, everyone else, Plumber, villain and civilian joins him in defending the shop and getting rid of the nuisancess that mess with the shop.

4) With all the info that Ben gets both as a barista and as a vigilante, one would think that he would give everything out as long as you paid the prize, but surprisingly he has a strong code that he never breaks. If he EVER learns that a piece of information he has with himself is considered confidential, then he'll never speak about it with anyone, no matter how much they offer to pay him. He can't answer for the ones who talks about this info in the shop without saying in any moment that the info is supposed to be confidential, he can't read minds, but everyone catches on fast on this, and some say the keyword when talking in the coffee shop. However many still forget about it once in a while, since the calm atmosphere of the shop is too powerful and slip up often happen. Still Ben can't be blamed, how is he supposed to know if some piece of info is confidential if no one ever says it is? Again, he's not a mindreader nor a telepath.

5) Any info on his vigilante persona he never gives out, however it's not because of not wanting to give out any of that info, but rather because another part of his code is "If I haven't heard people talk about something, then I don't know information about it. All my info is second hand, so unless someone else already knows about it, I won't know about it". That can come in very handy considering the surprisingly little info there is about his vigilante persona out there, despite how famous he kinda is. This more often than not drives Jimmy mad.

Love brainstorms, hate the alien.

1) Most cafes open at 7am from my knowledge, 9am if you're in a sleepy town, so it'd be more like a 6am wake up, optional breakfast- (who eats breakfast these days?), straight to the cafe around 7ish to help with cleaning and setting up for the day.

This cafe is more of a 24/7 place. With 24/7 breakfast! (don't you hate it when places stop doing breakfast at a certain hour?)

Apart from that love what ya got there.

As for the vigilante side, he starts whenever is easiest, it's all dependent if things are hectic or not. Sun goes down roughly 7PM (pretty late I know, but where I live (during summer at least), sun won't go down til 9PM). Sometimes he finishes at 2AM, sometimes a few minutes before work (Incoming animatic!)

2) Love everything about that too! I'd like to think Ben has no idea about it at first, he just notices some days the tip jar is fuller than others. He chocks it up to his charming personality. But eventually he catches on.

Another thing to add, at some point if people wanted to get info from Ben they'd order a "whipped caramel latte with icing sugar, honey, and salt" (gross) Ben has no idea of this, but the weird amount of customers ordering that and asking for intel, kinda makes him think about it.

2.5) This!! good shit right here! Except, you can't call a customer a bitch, trust me... Karen's and Kevin's exist in all shapes, sizes and forms. So Ben uses the kill them with kindness, customer service attitude.

Additionally, sometimes Kevin, although rarely, comes by, hovers around the counter. He'll order a coffee and glare at Ben until, he gets his attention.

"You staring at me for a reason?"

"I need to know about Gwen 10."

Of course, at this Ben would grin devilishly and respond with, "Oh, you wanna take her on date? She loves sappy romance movies, she's also a nerd, so get her a math book instead of flowers."

That always shuts Kevin up, makes him leave most occasions.

3) Everything about this is just!!! Love it. Wouldn't change a thing.

4) Yes yes!!Sometimes, a customer will demand classified info (those that aren't initiated to how the cafe works). When Ben refuses to squawk this can lead to some shouting from a customer sometimes, which leads to a coworker, or a regular shoeing the nasty customer away. Ben can hold his own against most people, as a human, but sometimes they're just a little too big or a little too tough to be able to defend himself against.

5) I like that a lot too.

I also like to think that sometimes, if Ben wants to mess with someone, especially Jimmy. He'll slip a piece of information out that no one else knows.

"I heard from a plumber, that the vigilante guy likes smoothies- specifically [insert favourite smoothie flavour of the week]"

Cue Jimmy buying several of that smoothie to try and lure Luckyboy (still haven't thought of a namee!!!) out. It works, and Ben gets free smoothies almost every week.

This could backfire immensely though.

Woo, sorry about the delay there, been working a few shifts. Work is kicking my ass as usual...

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