CONGRATS ON 250!!!!! Could i get a rose tea with milk art in a white tea cup with some cookies? Thank youuu
for inspiration
summary: while in the middle of work, yae miko drops by on your door step. as much as a pleasent surprise that is, your heart is beating widely as you accept her into your humble abode. perhaps today would be the day you’d finally grow closer to her?
masterlist | event
customers’ order: two rose teas (yae miko) with milk art, one in a white tea cup (*comforted) and the other in a pink tea cup (*loving looks exchanged). both would like a side of cookies (one bed trope). extra: customer requested fluff
*brewer’s choice, as it was not specified in either order
pairing: yae miko x reader
reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), reader is a creative person of some sort (left vague on person), and reader is not traveler
word count: 2,242 words (11 min~)
genre: romance, fluff, confession
format: one shot
warnings: reader being somewhat of a simp and yae being slightly suggestive (if you squint)
a/n: hello, i hope you two don’t mind that i combined both of youre requests together 💖 i really hope you like this, as i had a fun time writing this :) enjoy💖
While droplets of rain trailed down your window, you sat at your desk. You were hunched over it as you dragged a pen across parchment. To the best of your ability, you transported the ideas that popped into your head onto the paper. However, when you pulled away to correct your posture, you only wrinkled your nose in disgust.
You picked up the piece of paper and crumbled it into a ball. Without care, you tossed it over your shoulder.
C’mon, just do it, you urged yourself, you can do this, remember that no idea is a—
Instead of continuing that thought, you just groaned and fell onto your desk in frustration. No amount of advice is going to help me, you thought, this is hopeless.
Slowly, you turned your gaze to the window next to your desk. Usually whenever your creative energy seemed to run dry, gazing at the scenery helped. However, instead of creatius genius overcoming you, a wave of confusion met you.
Because at your front door was Yae Miko, the woman you secretly pined for.
Still confused, you watched her. She knocked on your front door, gently. The parasol she clutched tightly had protected her from the rain on her way here. Although, it looked thoroughly soaked through and ready to fall apart at any given moment.
As you gazed at her, Yae looked around your front door. First her eyes glanced over at the front door decor, then to the framing of your windows. Soon, she spotted your shocked face peering at her from the right. You felt your cheeks warm as she offered you a sweet smile, although any smile from her was sweet, and kindly pointed to the door.
She mouthed the word “open” to you, which only prompted you to scramble into action.
As soon as Yae had seen you disappear, she heard the door creak open. She returned her attention forward, and gazed fondly at you.
“Ah, Yae,” you breathed out, “what a… pleasant surprise!”
“Oh, how kind of you,” she murmured in a sweet as honey tone. But then she cleared her throat. “Did you remember I was coming for tea today?”
“Yes?”
She narrowed her eyes.
“Okay, so I may have forgotten,” you relented. “Could you forgive me for my poor memory?”
“Only when we have some tea,” she smirked. “Then I’ll forgive you.”
“Deal.”
She raised her brow in surprise. “You're sure? I don’t want to bother you if you're busy.”
You could never bother me, Yae. Not when I love you so much that my world practically revolves around you—
You blinked, slowly, and then snapped back to reality. “Of course. I don’t mind at all.”
“So, I may stay for a while? At least until the rain clears?”
You can stay as long as you want. Stay forever. “Yes, now come in, please. You’ll get soaked if you stand on my front step any longer.”
Yae smiled gently, as though it pained her when the apples of her cheeks pushed upwards and closed her eyes. She bowed her head gently as she crept into your humble abode, and you were more than glad that she didn’t hurt herself.
Once you had closed the door, as well as pushed away those love sick thoughts, Yae regarded you with kind eyes. She smirked when your eyes met, a cute huff leaving her nose.
“You have a wonderful home,” she praised.
“Thank you,” you eyed her dampened hair, the stray raindrops trickling down her face, and the slight shiver she gave. “Let’s get you some tea and blankets. You must be quite chilly after your walk here.”
“I was,” she hummed as you led her to the kitchen. “But your home has such a… warm feeling to it that I can’t help but be warmed to the core.”
You look over your shoulder to see Yae smirk. But then she wrinkled up her nose and turned in the other direction. The cutest of noises graced your ears, albeit muffled by Yae’s elbow.
It was your turn to smirk at her. “You were saying?”
One eye roll and playfully mumbled “don’t even start with me” later, and you both stood in your kitchen. Yae watched in amazement as you worked. At one point, as you had set your kettle over the heat, Yae leaned against the doorway to watch. The subtle creak in the wood made you look up at her, and Yae felt oddly warm inside.
“Could you remind me,” you began, “on why I asked you to come out here?”
Yae laughed. “You genuinely forgot?”
“Well, yeah. Work has been keeping me busy.”
“Ironically, that’s why I’m here.”
You looked up from the kettle and smirked. “Really?”
“Yes,” Yae’s ears flickered, causing the heavy earrings she wore to swing. “You said something about… what was it… oh, right! ‘I need inspiration for my next piece.’”
You almost spluttered as you reached onto the counter for support. “I— I said that?”
She hummed her confirmation. Then she stuck a dramatic pose, bringing one hand to her temple and the other she left to rest on her hip.
“And here I am,” Yae looked at you and winked, and you swore your heart stopped, “ready to inspire, darling.”
For a moment, you were left speechless. But then your tea kettle let out a powerful and drawn out screech, alerting you that the water was ready.
Carefully, you filled two mugs with the boiled water. You put one rose tea packet in each and handed Yae her mug first.
With gentle hands, she slipped her fingers through the handle. Only her middle finger and ring finger rested in the hole, while her index and pinky rested on the top and bottom respectively. Carefully, she brought the mug to her lips. And, while making direct eye contact with you, took a few cautious sips of it.
“Do you feel inspired yet?”
You rolled your eyes as she cackled, the sound burying itself into the crevice of your heart.
“No, not yet,” you replied. “Feeling warm yet?”
“Tea does wonders to warm a person’s soul.”
“But does it do wonders to warm you? Because you’re still dripping all over my floors,” you said after eyeing her. “Let’s get you dried off. I should have some blankets in my room that you can use.”
Before Yae could protest, and before you could realize what you were doing, you grabbed her wrist. Slowly, you guided Yae to your bedroom. Only when you got into the room did you finally release your grip on Yae.
She eyed your bedroom carefully as you rummaged around in the room. “So, why do you need inspiration for this piece?”
“It’s—” you disappeared into the closet, so your voice became muffled, “okay, it’s kind of difficult to explain.”
Yae huffed. “Try me.”
“It’s just been so hard to visualize the scene I need to create,” from within the closet, you examine a seemingly nice blanket until you see a gaping hole in the middle of it. Why do I still have this? “And, uh, sometimes when I’m talking to people I just feel inspired.”
“Hmm,” Yae hummed as she took a small gulp of her tea, “and what is this so-called scene that’s so hard to create?”
“It's… it’s embarrassing.”
“Try me,” she murmured into her cup.
“It’s about a one bed trope scene. More specifically, I’m having some difficulties envisioning a… a loving gaze between two people.”
“You know, as repeated as it is in all the texts I go through,” Yae said off handedly, “it’s a really cute trope, in my own opinion. Not embarrassing, at all.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve been pretty stumped when I try to create this scene,” you replied with a huff. “I don’t know why, either.”
“So you called me to the rescue?”
“Yes.”
“And what is this scene, exactly?”
“Well… okay, so these two characters haven’t seen each other in so long. So it doesn’t bother them to share a bed, at first. Until they both clamber into bed, and due to its size, they must cuddle together to get through the night.”
“Sounds sweet,” Yae hummed, “but complicated to put on paper.”
“Yeah. And looking for inspiration from my backyard and front door hasn’t been working like usual, so…”
Yae eyed your bed, and then a bright idea came over her.
“What if we tried doing it? Like right now?”
You popped your head out of the closet quickly, a flustered expression on your face. “D-do what, Yae?”
“The scene,” she shook her head and muttered, “honest to gods, get your mind out of the gutter.”
Choosing to ignore that snarky remark, you gazed over at your bed. Your cheeks grew warmer as you recalled the scene you were commissioned to make. To even imagine Yae and you enacting it made your chest bloom with warmth.
“Uh, yeah,” you creeped out of the closet. “T-that sounds genius, actually.”
“Thank you, darling, I do try.”
Together, you both settle under the covers of your bed. She set down her tea on your nightside table. Yae lays on your side of the bed, at least when you’re alone it’s your side, while turning to face you with a half lidded gaze. Meanwhile, you are struggling to get comfortable on your side of the bed and completely missing Yae’s looks.
She sighed as she watched. “Uncomfortable?”
“Very,” you gave up with a defeated slump. “I don’t sleep on this side for a reason.”
“Is there anything I could do to help?”
“You’re already being more than enough help, by being my—”
“I meant to make you comfortable, sweetie,” Yae murmured. “I do care about you. You know that, right?”
“O-of course I know that!”
Her lips transformed into somewhere between a smile and smirk. Yae then turned over in bed so she now laid on her back, and slowly patted her chest. A new heat overcame your face as you realized what she was implying.
“Just rest your head here,” she explained.
“I—” you clamped your mouth shut. When in the world would you get another opportunity like this? “Okay, for inspiration.”
She chuckled as you began to gently lay your head on her right breast. “Of course, honey. For inspiration.”
As you laid on her, your restlessness grew. You stiffened up and relaxed periodically, almost as though your muscle contractions were in sync with your breathing. And each time you moved your legs, they kept grazing over hers by accident.
“Darling,” Yae said in a tired tone, “I don’t think we can act out this scene if you’re so restless—”
“No, no, I promise I’ll be good,” you pleaded. “I’m just… I’m so nervous.”
“And why’s that?”
It was as though your mouth had been sealed shut.
“Darling?”
Why does she have to call me that? Does she know how flustered I get when she does? Is that why? Or maybe it’s because she likes—
Soft fingers came up to your chin and tilted it upwards. You now gazed upon Yae’s face, her piercing lavender spheres memorizing your face.
She’s a mind reader, you concluded.
“Do you like it when I call you darling?” she teased. “Is that why you make me repeat it over and over again?”
“N-no,”
"Then why are you so flustered, dear?"
You tried to move your face back into the crook of her neck, but Yae's hold on your chin was strong.
"B-because I… I like it?"
A devilish look spread across Yae’s face so quickly you thought she had been possessed. “Oh, you like it? What else do you like?”
You averted your gaze. “Do… Do I really have to say it?”
“C’mon dear,” she urged, “I promise I’ll reward you for your efforts.”
“I… I like you?” you spoke tentively, but then said in a firmer voice, “I really like you, Yae.”
“Good,” she leaned in so her lips ghosted over yours, “because I like you too.”
Despite her suggestive and alluring nature, the kiss was soft and delicate. She put little pressure into it, and instead molded her lips against your own. However, as she tilted her head to the right, the hand that held your chin trailed down until it found its spot on your hip. In between the hands journey, Yae and you broke apart only to fall back onto each other again.
After you both had enough, you laid back onto Yae’s chest. She trailed her fingers softly along your jaw and neck area, earning some screaming from you. But, too tired from her loving already, you didn’t protest much.
“So, do you feel inspired now?”
You chuckled lightly. “I think so.”
“Well, we can’t be so unsure,” she murmured. She leaned her up and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “Hm, better now?”
“Yes,” you mumbled as your eyelids lowered. “Much better.”
“Alright my love, get some rest. You’ve done more than enough to earn it.”
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Manifest #toyphotocat
Què és #toyphotocat?
Som una comunitat oberta de fotografia creativa amb joguines.
Al concepte "joguines" hi entra qualsevol joguina infantil, de col·leccionisme, modelisme, estàtua decorativa…(toy)
La fotografia ha de posar èmfasi en la part creativa. Les joguines són les protagonistes i el context, però s'hi ha d'aplicar una certa creativitat. Aquesta creativitat pot venir de tècniques fotogràfiques, idees, narratives, edició digital... Exclouríem la fotografia de joguines de caràcter col·leccionista o d'exhibició. (photo)
La comunitat està formada per qualsevol persona que es dediqui a fer fotos com les anteriorment esmentades hi visqui i/o se senti pertanyent als territoris de cultura andorrana, balear, catalana, valenciana, etc. (cat)
L'objectiu principal és ser un punt de trobada on la gent que aplica als tres punts anteriors es pot trobar i fer activitats conjuntament.
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A l'Instagram de la comunitat s'hi aniran publicant fotos escollides d'entre les quals hagin etiquetat @toyphotocat a la seva foto, ni mencionar, ni hashtag, ja que és la única manera d'assegurar-se que arriba. El criteri de selecció intenta ser democràtic de la manera que tothom hi aparegui de tant en tant, però primant la qualitat, per tant, la gent que fa més i millors fotos sortirà amb més freqüència. Els nous membres de la comunitat tindran un post de benvinguda.
El hashtag #toyphotocat queda com a gest simbólic, ja que la seva funcionalitat ja no és útil.
Fer comunitat
Bones pràctiques per fer comunitat.
Etiquetar (tag) @toyphotocat a les teves toyfotos.
Posar el hashtag #toyphotocat a les teves publicacions de toyfoto.
Seguir a tot participant de la comunitat.
Fer like i comentar les fotos del dia a @toyphotocat.
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Compartir a stories la foto del dia #toyphotocat.
Participar de forma interessant al xat de la comunitat.
Promocionar les exposicions o altres activitats de toyphotocat al teu instagram.
Omplir la fitxa de "gent de la comunitat".
Participar en exposicions.
Buscar o contactar amb llocs per fer exposicions.
Compartir processos creatius.
Demanar opinions o ajuda.
Voler aprendre a millorar les fotos.
Asistir a les exposicions i/o trobades de la comunitat.
Compartir troballes de joguines o esdeveniments.
Proposar idees per a la comunitat.
Totes aquestes bones pràctiques ajuden a créixer i repercuteix en el creixement de tots.
Aquest manifest pretén explicar i donar transparència a la intenció d'aquesta comunitat i les seves activitats. Qualsevol punt pot canviar si així els seus membres ho decideixen.
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